Aiya walked out of the bathroom with her bare shoulders, finally clean, dragging her feet for a few steps before flopping straight onto the long sofa.
“You’re all wet, don’t get Miss Feng’s sofa dirty,” Li Xunsi said.
“Xiao Li, you little brat, you actually left me behind. I already dried off, there’s no water,” Aiya glared at her, snapping angrily.
“Your hair is soaking wet,” Li Xunsi kept nagging.
“So, what’s more important, the sofa or me!” Aiya demanded loudly.
“Of course, Miss Feng’s sofa is a bit more important,” Li Xunsi answered seriously.
“Mm! Mm! Mm! I’m so mad!” Aiya grabbed a pillow and threw it at Li Xunsi.
“Miss Feng, we should head home now. We have school tomorrow,” Li Xunsi stood up to say goodbye.
“Mm, mm, goodbye. We can chat on our phones,” Miss Feng didn’t see them out, just kept watching TV.
After confirming their working relationship, this woman’s attitude changed completely—so unfriendly.
Li Xunsi and Aiya changed back into their black sailor uniforms, left the luxury apartment, and walked along the night-lit streets.
They boarded the train home.
Usually, Aiya was always chattering, but today she was so exhausted she had nothing to say, slumping against Li Xunsi’s shoulder for a quick nap.
Li Xunsi held her newly acquired phone, digging further into the details of the Dating App.
Well, nothing came up.
Mainly, this account had virtually no permissions—she could look, but not speak, and couldn’t extract any information from the clients.
Besides, trying to fish for information from clients was a death wish.
As an undercover agent, she had to proceed step by step.
Now that she’d made such a big breakthrough, there was no need to rush for more credit.
Work hard, strive for promotion, infiltrate the organization, and finally seize the evidence of their crimes to bring it all down.
But things were going so smoothly, it actually made Li Xunsi uneasy.
She’d thought Miss Feng would at least ask dozens of questions before trusting her.
Her own unconventional, aggressive approach—she didn’t think it would be so easy to get in.
But if she didn’t have tough methods and a resolute spirit, even if she got in, she’d only be a money-making tool, with no room for advancement.
Her Finger and Tongue Skills, and her Dream Infiltration Technique—those were her foundation.
“We’re at our stop, wake up.” Li Xunsi patted Aiya’s chubby cheek, waking her up so they could get off together.
“We’re here already?” Aiya was dragged to her own front door, rubbed her eyes, and finally woke up.
Her family lived in a detached villa, quite well-off.
So her doing that kind of shady part-time job was purely out of interest.
“I’m heading home too, good night,” Li Xunsi saw her to her door and said goodbye.
“It’s so late, Little Li, you’re still going back to your crappy Rental Room? Why not just stay at my place tonight?” Aiya said.
“No money for gifts, won’t trouble you,” Li Xunsi waved her hand, saying something totally unrelated.
“I can support you, you know,” Aiya replied.
“I just made some money, don’t need you to keep me yet,” Li Xunsi stopped, shot her a mocking sideways glance, hands in pockets, and walked away from the Detached Villa’s garden gate.
***
Li Xunsi suddenly broke into a jog, heading to a nearby convenience store.
Right on time, the store was putting out half-priced bento boxes.
She quickly snatched one up, had the clerk heat it in the microwave, and sat outside on the railing to eat her dinner.
After a couple bites, Li Xunsi set down her bento, pulled out an envelope and peeked inside, her eyes immediately lighting up.
She shook her head hard, stuffed the envelope back into her pocket, and cleared her mind—she couldn’t be tempted by money.
Because what was inside the envelope was her payment, but as an undercover agent, this money was evidence and couldn’t be spent recklessly for now.
A few men walked by, their eyes glued to Li Xunsi’s thighs.
Li Xunsi was extremely uncomfortable with those stares, pretended not to notice, and kept eating.
She finished quickly and headed home.
***
She arrived at the gate of a Luxury Mansion tucked away in a remote corner of the city.
This kind of place usually belonged to hidden tycoons, but sadly, it wasn’t Li Xunsi’s home.
Hers was the Rental Room next door, just a tiny single room—utterly shabby.
A black sedan slowly pulled up, a bodyguard got out and opened the door.
A mysterious noblewoman stepped out, dashed into the mansion in a flash—so fast.
“What are you looking at?” The bodyguard noticed Li Xunsi nearby and shouted to drive her away.
Li Xunsi hurried off, her face dark.
Because just now, that woman was the reason Li Xunsi was forced to leave the Agent Academy—her own mother.
Her mother had abandoned her and run off when she was still little, and she’d grown up depending on her father.
Even the identity the Supervisory Bureau fabricated for her was only half false; her father had already passed away for certain reasons.
She’d long since considered herself motherless, didn’t care where her mother was or what she was doing, and had no desire to reconnect.
But a resume doesn’t care about your feelings.
Legally and by blood, she was her mother, and that would never change.
Later, her biological mother was found to be involved in running shady businesses, and Li Xunsi was expelled from the Agent Academy, eventually remade as an undercover agent.
This was her personal mission: to investigate what kind of criminal organization this remote mansion belonged to.
She had to do the right thing, even if it meant turning in her own family.
“What a damn mess of a life.”
Li Xunsi returned to her Rental Room, cursing under her breath.
The room was small, but it had everything she needed—her little investigative base.
She sat at her desk, surfed the internet for a while, and checked the latest news, mainly focusing on anything new about the Virtual Network Dream Supervisory Bureau.
Seeing nothing noteworthy, she climbed onto her tiny bed, picked up a retro [Dreamscape Mechanical Eyemask], and put it on.
This thing was the most basic device for logging into the Dream Realm—through the mechanical eyemask, you only got visual enjoyment, no other senses.
Of course, she was logging into a legal Dream Realm server now, not some illegal custom Private Server Dream Realm.
“Beep! Beep! Beep!”
Lightning-fast loading, login successful.
“Welcome back to [Frontline Outpost].”
Li Xunsi opened her eyes and found herself in a Gun Store.
She was a regular here.
She quickly went to the NPC, picked up her stored locker, and headed straight for the shooting range.
There were plenty of players in this Gun Store Dream Realm, the atmosphere was lively, everyone chatting and sharing tips and experiences.
In the proper Virtual Network Dream Supervisory Bureau Dream Realm, Li Xunsi’s avatar was a cold-faced young man, dressed in Tactical Police Unit gear—she fit right in at the Gun Store.
The reason was simple: the Virtual Network Dream Supervisory Bureau let players freely customize their faces and genders, tweaking their appearance however they wanted.
This avatar was modeled after her old self, back when she was still a man.
It didn’t really mean anything—just a bit of nostalgia.
She could only use this method to ease her gloom, with nowhere else to vent her frustration with reality, so she came to the Dream Realm to play at being a man, reliving the old days.
Honestly, it was a little pathetic.
On the other hand, Dream Realm games let you customize your looks, but Private Server Dream Realm didn’t.
To enter a Private Server Dream Realm, you had to be scanned by that perfectly fitting White Gel, ensuring a 100% real-life recreation.
After all, what did the clients come to Private Server Dream Realms for?
For the lewd stuff.
If the other party turned out to be some masked Flying Pig Qiaobiluo, that would be too much.
So Private Server Dream Realms always did full-body scans, 100% real-life simulation, guaranteeing the virtual avatar and the real person were identical.
“Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!”
Li Xunsi entered the shooting range, loaded her weapon skillfully, aimed fast, and scored headshots every time.
This was her way to keep her edge, never forgetting her identity as an undercover agent, never forgetting what it felt like to be a man.
Because she knew, the moment she lost her bottom line, she’d fall into a hell of pleasure with no return.
They called it “Falling to Femininity.”
‘I’m not ready to become like that.’