Chapter Two: A Letter to the System

Ye Chen wrote a letter to the System—yes, that’s right, an actual letter addressed to “the System.” In it, he poured out his frustrations with his current life, his helplessness, his gloom, and finally, a plea that the all-powerful System might see his letter and help him change his situation, his fate, his very life. After finishing, Ye Chen read it over carefully a few times, feeling it was moving enough, then simply filled in “System” as the recipient and sent it off. Feeling unexpectedly light-hearted, he exited the game.

Just as he took off his gaming helmet and prepared for bed, there was a knock at his door.

“Ye Chen, Little Leaf, are you asleep? If not, get up and make your big sister some noodles—I'm starving.”

He quickly got out of bed and opened the door. There stood a stunning woman with delicate features, fair skin, and a figure that was nothing short of breathtaking. Sadly, her messy long hair spoiled some of that beauty, while her loose, sky-blue, low-cut nightgown revealed a swath of snowy skin at her chest.

“Second Sister, you’re pulling another all-nighter? Women who don’t sleep well get wrinkles,” Ye Chen said with a smile, rubbing his tired eyes.

The beauty before him was none other than Xu Ruolin, second-in-command at Azure Feather Studio—and, in a way, Ye Chen’s savior. About a month prior, Ye Chen, suffering from amnesia, had embarrassingly fainted from hunger on the street, only to be picked up by Xu Ruolin. After a round of questioning, the studio’s many young women overflowed with sympathy, and so this unlucky, amnesiac boy became the studio’s only male member.

But apart from his name, Ye Chen remembered nothing—not even the basics of gaming. Among these game professionals, he was a complete novice, a burden to the game-dependent Azure Feather Studio. Fortunately, the eldest sister quickly found a role for him: a proper “support worker.” His in-game duties were simple—running errands, delivering potions, selling gear. Outside the game, he took care of the studio’s day-to-day needs—cooking instant noodles, preparing bathwater, and so on. The eldest sister’s reasoning was solid: they earned money in the game, he took care of them in real life—fair and square.

Lost in thought, Ye Chen’s gaze drifted, landing unconsciously on the snowy expanse at Xu Ruolin’s chest.

“Little Leaf, if you keep staring, I’ll dig your eyes out. Hurry up and make noodles for your sister, I’m starving.” Xu Ruolin shot him a glare, but her expression was unconcerned. She rubbed her stomach in an unladylike fashion, her nightgown slipping further to reveal even more. The display was enough to make anyone’s imagination run wild.

Ye Chen was tempted, but his movements didn’t falter. He was used to it by now. People say girls are shy, but a house full of girls can be terrifying in its own way. In their female-dominated dormitory, the girls barely acknowledged Ye Chen’s presence as a man—walking around in just bras and panties. After blushing furiously at first, Ye Chen had developed quite a tolerance.

He nodded and went to the kitchen to make noodles, then headed down the hallway to the girls’ rooms. The studio had twelve girls; aside from the eldest and second sisters, the rest shared rooms in pairs. Ye Chen walked the corridor, knocking on each door.

“Wake up, wake up, wake up!” he shouted, his voice echoing through the hall. Instantly, the girls’ indignant voices rang out, their dreams disturbed.

“Ye Chen, are you trying to die? You woke me while I was about to marry my dream guy!”

“Little Leaf, I’ll cut off your little—”

“What’s the fun in cutting it off? I’ll bite it off myself!”

The girls were all fierce; Ye Chen wiped the cold sweat from his brow.

“Second Sister says, eldest sister has something to announce. And whoever’s late gets no midnight snack.”

“My snack!” shrieked a chorus of girls. In a flash, the rooms erupted in chaos as they rushed out, not even bothering with outerwear, clad only in skimpy underwear. For a moment, Ye Chen’s world was filled with a dazzling spectacle.

Bunch of gluttons, Ye Chen thought, curling his lip. Then he frowned; he seemed to be missing someone. He checked each room. The first—empty. Second—empty. Third—empty. Fourth—empty. Fifth—ah, it was Suzune. Ye Chen had a soft spot for Suzune—she’d been the first to support taking him in, and over time he’d found her truly kind.

But Suzune was always so diligent—why hadn’t she come out yet? Puzzled, Ye Chen peered into the room.

He froze. What on earth—

Suzune was changing into her underwear—not just that, she hadn’t put it on yet. She stood there, side-on to him, her skin milky white, her chest full and high, her hips round and gleaming.

It was almost too stimulating.

Though Ye Chen’s immunity had grown, this scene left him stunned. But as soon as he recovered, he realized the gravity of the situation: if she caught him, he’d be thrown out for sure. The work was tough, but at least he got to eat—a matter of survival for someone with amnesia. He had no intention of fainting from hunger again.

The thought made him break out in a cold sweat. He tore his eyes away and tried to slip away as quietly as possible.

“Ye Chen, eldest sister wants you to come for supper,” a crisp voice called from the end of the hall just as he turned.

He was doomed. Ye Chen froze, turning to see Suzune inside, startled and turning toward him, their eyes meeting through the half-open door.

Their eyes locked.

Suzune’s cheeks flushed bright red, her mouth opening in shock—on the verge of screaming.

Ye Chen shook his head frantically, waving his hands, silently mouthing “No, no, no!” His mind was a complete blank.