Click.
Su Ruanruan dragged her legs, which felt as heavy as lead, turned the key, and pushed open the security door to her home.
“I—I’m back…”
She called out feebly, her voice sounding so weak it was as if she had just been rubbed into the ground by ten mature women.
The main light in the living room was still off, with only the faint blue glow from the monitor of the high-end computer in the corner illuminating the space.
The tall silhouette in front of the computer stiffened slightly.
Su Xiaoxiao was wearing headphones. Her eyes, hidden beneath her bangs, stole a glance toward the entryway, but she quickly shifted her gaze back to the screen before Su Ruanruan could look over.
“…Oh.”
Su Xiaoxiao gave an extremely stiff, dry, monosyllabic response, her fingers clattering across the keyboard.
However, her body beneath her tracksuit was actually tense.
Su Xiaoxiao’s nostrils flared slightly. As a shut-in who rarely saw the light of day, her sense of smell was exceptionally keen.
She caught a scent on Su Ruanruan—a mixture of the sweet aroma of a cafe and the faint smell of cold sweat.
‘Did she go to work at the cafe?’
“Um… Xiaoxiao, is Mom not back yet?” Su Ruanruan asked cautiously while changing her shoes.
“Overtime. CEO Gu is taking her out to dinner tonight.” Su Xiaoxiao didn’t look back, her tone remaining cold.
“Oh… well, have you eaten dinner yet? Do you want me to make you something?”
“I ate. Instant noodles.” Su Xiaoxiao’s voice remained flat, but her typing rhythm clearly missed a beat. “You… hurry up and go back to your room. Don’t loiter in front of me; you’re blocking the light from my screen.”
“O-Okay! I’ll head to my room then!”
Feeling as if she had been granted a divine reprieve, Su Ruanruan clutched her skirt tightly and scrambled back to her bedroom, locking the door with a *click*.
Hearing the door close, Su Xiaoxiao finally took off her headphones.
She turned her head and looked at Su Ruanruan’s closed door. Her face was seventy percent similar to Su Ruanruan’s—the same delicate features and fair skin—but because she stayed indoors all year, she looked even paler.
Her eyes, which were the same shade of red as her sister’s but dimmed from long hours of staring at the screen, flickered with a deep sense of worry and frustration.
‘Stupid… her face was so pale, yet she’s asking if I’ve eaten. Did something happen…?’
***
On the other side of the door, Su Ruanruan breathed a long sigh of relief and slid weakly to the floor.
She pulled out her phone and looked at the anonymous threatening message containing the photo of her Strawberry Panties. She gritted her teeth in fury.
‘Curse it… curse it, curse it, curse it!’
Su Ruanruan frustratedly buried her small, white hands into her silver hair, rubbing it until it looked like a bird’s nest.
In truth, as a Reincarnator who had regained memories of her past life, she wouldn’t normally feel like her purity had been defiled to the point of wanting to die just because another girl touched her thighs.
The reason she felt so miserable and unwilling to accept this was the sheer humiliation!
Mentally, she had always viewed herself as a total “attacker”! But this damnable body would turn soft and lose all its strength the moment it was touched, and she would even cry uncontrollably! She didn’t know if it was because of the laws of this world or her own problem.
‘I’m too weak… how can I be this weak!’
Su Ruanruan knelt on the carpet, huffing as she clenched her small fists. ‘Anyone can just come along and bully me, and I can’t even fight back! I’ll let it slide that I was suppressed by someone like Lin Lie, and I can barely accept being handled by Youyu and Shiziori, but now even a random little Loli I meet on the subway can pin me against a door and bully me mercilessly!’
‘If this keeps up… will I really become a Weak Loli who gets bullied by everyone?!’
At the thought of the pathetic fate she might be forced to endure in the future, Su Ruanruan’s competitive spirit was completely ignited.
‘No! Su Ruanruan, you have to toughen up! To take back control, to one day be the one pinning someone against the wall, I can’t be a little lamb waiting to be slaughtered anymore!’
She immediately opened a certain Pink APP and typed seriously into a forum column:
[Question! I am quite petite and cute, have a sensitive body, and possess very little strength. I get weak the moment I’m touched. I’m often bullied by the bad women around me and can’t fight back. I’m asking everyone, how can I quickly develop a strong physique and a cold, iron will to successfully counter-attack and pin them all against the wall? Urgent! Waiting online!]
Less than one minute after the post was published, the comments began to pile up.
However, when Su Ruanruan opened the comment section with great anticipation, all she saw was one-sided mockery and lewd remarks:
Floor One: “Hahaha, is the poster dreaming? Lolis are meant to be submissive. You want to counter-attack? Wash up and go to sleep.”
Floor Two: “Kittens are born to be eaten by the big bad wolf—don’t resist. Just close your eyes and enjoy it.”
Floor Three: “Petite and cute, sensitive body, and turns soft when touched? Slurp… where are you, OP? Let this big sister check if you’re developing normally!”
Floor Four: “You’re killing me. You want to pin someone against a wall? With that constitution, you’d probably be pinned to the bed with one hand the moment you raised your arms!”
Floor Five: “Be good and listen. Send me your address, and I’ll teach you how to ‘exercise’ your body (smirks).”
‘Ugh… these perverted netizens just want to watch the world burn!’
Su Ruanruan looked at the comments that were drooling over her instead of offering advice. Her cheeks puffed out like a pufferfish, and she nearly threw her phone.
She stubbornly continued to scroll down.
Finally, after passing hundreds of mocking comments, she saw one that looked very serious and constructive:
Floor 233: “Don’t lose heart, OP. I used to be a Weak Loli too. Later, I insisted on lifting weights every day to build core strength and watched horror movies at night to hone my mental will, forcing myself not to blink in the face of fear. After sticking with it for one month, I successfully became strong. Now I’m a dominant top who can rub my girlfriend into the ground! Good luck!”
Seeing this comment, Su Ruanruan’s eyes instantly lit up like lightbulbs.
‘Right! Why didn’t I think of that?’
As her soul and body fused deeper, her adult IQ from her previous life seemed somewhat limited. She didn’t suspect the absurdity of the comment at all.
Extremely excited, Su Ruanruan felt as if she had grasped a manual of truth. She immediately turned off her phone screen and began to implement her “reconstruction” plan.
If she hadn’t been in such a hurry to turn off her phone…
If she had scrolled down just one more comment…
She would have seen that the “life mentor” had immediately posted a follow-up:
Floor 234 (Reply to Floor 233): “I’m just kidding, obviously! You dummy! How could a sub become a top? If you actually believe that, there’s definitely something wrong with your head, hahaha!”
Unfortunately, Su Ruanruan did not see that disclaimer.
She quietly opened her bedroom door, poked her small head out, and shouted to Su Xiaoxiao, who was still gaming:
“Xiaoxiao! Um… that dumbbell in your room for training arm strength, can I borrow it?”