Chapter 18

Pei Yingzi ruffled his hair. “Okay—eat—I’ll talk to your dad.”
“Thanks, Mom.”
They opened the door toward the dining room.
She’d mentioned Zhou Mingyu earlier—now remembered: “Talked to Mingyu lately?”
Wen Xi: “He texted a while back—late-night snacks—I was wiped—didn’t go.”
Pei Yingzi: “His mom said someone brawled at his bar the other day—people hurt—shutdown for review—he’s wrecked. You two are close—comfort him when you can.”
Wen Xi hadn’t heard—Mingyu looked careless but was sensitive—didn’t dump on friends on purpose.
Wen Xi thought. “I’ll message—see if he’s free tonight.”
Pei Yingzi: “Good.”
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Dark fell—wind rose in the yard.
Wen Siran wiped sweat—looked back—only a small patch of weeds left waving—smiled satisfied.
A little more—weeding done.
First task the human ever gave him—he had to ace it!
He bent—kept cutting.
The dust suit suddenly peeled—became bear pajamas.
Mm—human bedtime, apparently.
But… work wasn’t finished.
Wen Siran frowned—just a little left—Teacher Eric said: today’s work today—couldn’t let the human think he was a lazy eat-sleep fool.
Be careful—not get pajamas dirty.
Resolved—he bent again.
Wind again—sudden chill on his butt—he reached back—huh? A slit?
Did he gain weight—bent wrong—ripped pants?
Bad—new pajamas!
He dropped the sickle—ran hands along the opening.
Wrong—not a tear—a big cut shaped exactly like his butt.
Wen Siran snapped out of panic.
In novels—humans loved succubi in aprons only—cooking in the kitchen.
And humans—arms crossed in the doorway—greedily watched hardworking succubi.
When succubi signaled ready—humans hugged from behind—started “feeding.”
Liked watching succubi bare-ass at work—seemed every human’s hobby.
Could… his human be the same?
No wonder—suddenly teaching weeding.
Wen Siran hid his face in both hands—oh～the human was hinting.
He wasn’t adult form yet—couldn’t go further.
But if the human liked watching—he’d arch higher while working.
He’d show—roundest, fullest butt!
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Wen Xi ended stream—met Zhou Mingyu for late snacks.
They hadn’t seen each other in a while—Mingyu looked haggard.
He smoked restless—explained the bar shutdown.
His house singer argued with a guest.
The guest had pre-gamed—was drunk already.
Singer “disrespected” him—guest cracked a bottle on the singer’s head.
Peak hour—singer center stage—crowd scattered screaming—chaos.
Staff called cops—security split them fast.
Still—in a bar—investigation and shutdown mandatory—as owner Mingyu owed part liability for the singer’s injury.
Lately—hospital and station daily—wanted to strangle the drunk pig.
Bars—fights were the worst fear.
Month shutdown—fine—three to six months—business dead.
Wen Xi poured liquor—didn’t know how to comfort—said if anything needed help—ask.
Soft—what he could offer was cash flow.
Mingyu got it—stubbed the cigarette—smiled: “Yeah—I won’t be polite.”
Wen Xi clinked—smiled: “Good.”
They talked till two a.m.—split.
Wen Xi home—shower—bed—felt hollow—wanted to see what the sprite was doing.
Fighting sleep—he logged in.
Empty hut—Wen Xi panned outside.
Camera cleared the door—sprite leaned on the frame asleep—hoe in arms—sickle at feet—wiped.
One clump of weeds left—like left on purpose.
Wen Xi reached for the hoe—wanted him to drop tools—go to bed.
Touch the handle—sprite woke.
Rubbed eyes—uncertain: “Polin?”
Wen Xi pinched his cheek—knocked out daily cuddle task while at it.
Sprite perked—set hoe—lifted sickle: “Cao…kan!”
Demo weeding? Waited all this time for that?
Dummy.
Wen Siran ran to the last weeds—bent deep—butt sky high.
Wen Xi frowned—confused.
Weeding… needed that pose?
Was Witt a real gardener?
Wait—that pale patch—?!
Author’s note:
Oh—clear now—butt.
Butt?!?!
Wen Xi’s alarms screamed—he opened inventory—checked pajama stats.
Name: Happy Bear
Trait: Onesie with open rear
Sexy rating: one star
Insane!
Who puts that on a chibi—still human?
His fault too—every outfit before was normal—he’d let his guard down—missed the hidden design—sprite bare-ass how long—catch cold?
The sprite didn’t seem to care about the clothes—side-eyeing the virtual hand—asked: “Polin, ydu banyi slouke alozi?”
【Human—you wanna pet tail now?】
Pet my ass!
You’re corrupted—know that?
Wen Xi grabbed the hood with the virtual hand—dragged him inside.
Muddy boots left outside—bare feet in living room—face and hands mud.
Didn’t get why the human reacted—guessed from novels: “Polin, shaier?”
【Human—shy?】
Wen Xi couldn’t say—it wasn’t shyness—it was speechlessness.
He couldn’t accept boundary-less “hints”—didn’t need the sprite to please him that way.
Slippers on—at confused eyes—pushed him to the bathroom.
Tub filling behind the door—Wen Xi thought—used to be so normal—studious bookworm good kid—why suddenly degenerate?
Mid-tier rank-up?
Higher level—more boundary-less interaction?
Too shameful.
He checked Heart Coin balance—quit when empty!
Spare the headache.
For now—swap that damn pajama.
He opened map—dry cleaner—fresh clothes—swapped Wen Siran into conservative rabbit pajamas.
Post-bath sprite had happy music notes over his head—mood good.
“Polin,” he tested— “Ydu byo thezu?”
【Human—you still here?】
Fresh from bath—cheeks pink—head turning—looking for him.
Wen Xi poked cheek—still here.
Sprite lit up—waved arms: “Cao…wu la la…biubiu…”
Translation: 【Weeds—all cut.】
Wen Siran: “Ni…bang bang ma?”
Translation: 【You…happy?】
Wen Xi went quiet.
The sprite didn’t know it was a system quest—thought weeding was the human’s assignment.
He worked till midnight—to make the human happy.
Left one clump—so the human could see his new skill.
Sat by the door waiting—who knew how long—dead tired—never went to bed—maybe braced for no one coming—but when the human appeared—met him with full energy.
That was the raising sim hook.
The kid you raised—eyes only for you.
Every day—every minute—waiting.
How could you stand them up?
The quit-game thought died in that second.
Start to finish—the sprite was innocent.
Who worked all day—who had bare butt in cold wind half the night—who the player almost abandoned on a whim—still him.