These Dangerous Girls Placed Me Into Jeopardy

Nothing else happened that afternoon. Even when I left the classroom, Lillian Ji didn’t follow me.

It seemed she was still brooding over what happened at lunch in the cafeteria.

Honestly, that was fine by me. If she could end up completely hating me and never bothering me again, that would be the best possible outcome.

However, thanks to everything that happened that morning and afternoon, no matter where I went, I could feel people’s stares following me. Most of them were just curious, but a few carried clear hostility...

Being stared at like that was uncomfortable, sure, but at least no one came over to cause trouble... and so, with mixed feelings, the day finally reached the end of school.

I pulled out the excuse slip Ms. Yang had given me and sat at my desk, feeling incredibly conflicted about what to do next.

Most of the class had already left. Only seven or eight students were still lingering, and most of them were boys. Our class had a pretty high academic average—out of more than forty students, thirty were in the top hundred of the year. Speaking of which, Lillian Ji was supposedly ranked second in the whole grade...

Sigh... I really didn’t want to go home.

Leaving aside everything with Lillian Ji, I still had two younger sisters at home... I honestly didn’t know how to face Serena and Cora.

With outsiders, I could always put on a cold, indifferent front, but with my sisters, I couldn’t do that. At the very least, when it came to family, I couldn’t act like I lived in my own little world—I needed to make the effort to communicate with them.

But this time... I really had no idea what to do.

Question: What should I, as an older brother, do if I suddenly discover that my usually cold little sister has started sneaking into my bed at night?

Answer ①: Push her down, obviously! Stop overthinking and just do it already!

Rejected. Next.

Answer ②: Call her over for a serious talk, ask her why she’s doing it, and come up with a reasonable solution together.

Impossible. I can’t be that assertive when dealing with my sisters. Next.

Answer ③: Pretend nothing’s happening and act like usual.

That’s just procrastination. It doesn’t solve anything. If I keep dragging it out, it’ll just lead to a disaster eventually. Next.

Answer ④: Uh... no more answers available.

Then why the hell even have an answer section!?

Ahhh, Ethan An, you useless piece of trash!

That was where I was at—I still hadn’t figured out how to deal with the situation with my sisters. As things stood, I might have no choice but to pick answer ③... but dragging things out like this would definitely blow up sooner or later... What a headache...

Even though Ms. Lily had given me an excuse slip so I could skip evening study session and go home early, at this point, I would have preferred to stay for evening study rather than go home.

Without even realizing it, I found myself standing in front of the library.

But... Ms. Yang had handed out excuse slips to everyone yesterday, right? Would she even be at the library today?

Well, I was already here. Might as well check if it’s open...

Holding onto that faint hope, I pushed open the library’s heavy old wooden door—and found it wasn’t locked.

Creak...

Pushing the door open, I stepped inside—and immediately saw Ms. Lily Yang sitting behind the service desk.

I had thought for sure she would skip work today, but she actually showed up... In other words, Ms. Yang really did care about her students—that’s why she went to the trouble of giving out excuse slips. She was a good teacher after all.

I was about to walk over and greet her, but after taking only two steps, I froze where I stood.

Because I could see her title from here.

[Innocent-Type Succubus]

[Lilith Succubus Innocent]

...Huh? It was the first time I’d ever seen a name longer than the title itself—wait, no, WHO ARE YOU!?

Why was even the name different?! Was "Yang Lily" just her fake identity this whole time? Was this her real name?

But no matter how you looked at her, Ms. Yang was clearly Asian! Why did she have such an obviously "European" name?

Until now, the names under the titles had never been wrong. This was the first time I’d encountered a case where even the name didn’t match...

"Lilith Succubus Innocent? Such a long name... and why three parts... Uh!"

Wait. Wait wait wait wait wait wait.

I rubbed my eyes hard, unwilling to believe what was happening before me.

Because the moment I had muttered Ms. Yang’s "new" name under my breath, something incredibly bizarre happened.

She transformed!

Yes, she transformed!

At the exact instant I said the name, a white light erupted from Ms. Yang’s body, and when it faded—she had turned into someone else!

A devilishly curvy figure, jet-black hair like ink, a pair of perfectly perky breasts that looked ready to burst out of her shirt, flawless milky-white skin, and scarlet eyes...

Every single part of her was practically designed to ensnare a man’s gaze. But most striking of all were the... horns on her head!

She had actual horns!

And her ears had grown long and pointed too!

Why had Ms. Yang suddenly turned into this!? No—at # Nоvеlight # this point, this really wasn’t Ms. Yang anymore, right?! Who the hell was this insanely hot woman, and where had the old Ms. Yang gone?! Was this some kind of magic trick? A body swap?

And those horns—surely they were just part of a cosplay prop, right?! But the ears...

"What the hell..." I muttered.

Even trying to force an explanation didn’t convince myself. I just stood there like an idiot, mouth hanging open.

That’s when Ms. Yang (or whoever she was) noticed me. She looked up and waved casually.

"Hm? Ethan? You still came? Didn’t I give you plenty of excuse slips yesterday..."

Even her voice was different! The originally scratchy, rough voice had turned into something soft and silky, incredibly pleasant to listen to.

No, no, no, calm down. Now’s not the time to admire a beauty. I needed to figure out what the hell was going on here!

The woman in front of me was wearing the same clothes as Ms. Yang, even had the same glasses—but her face had gone from a 30/100 to a 300/100... And yes, I know the max score is supposed to be 100.

In a daze, I stumbled over to her and stupidly asked, "You’re... Ms. Yang?"

"Uh, yeah, it’s me... What’s wrong? Is there something on my face?"

She admitted it! She actually admitted she was Ms. Yang! And she didn’t even seem to realize she had changed!

This insanely seductive woman made entirely out of pure sex appeal... was really that → unwanted, unpopular old teacher!?

No way. I must be seeing a fake teacher!

How could the difference be this extreme? She must’ve gotten plastic surgery in Korea or something!

No, wait—no amount of plastic surgery could change your body shape like that!

How did Ms. Yang go from looking so pitiful and flat to this insanely curvy bombshell!?

While I was furiously screaming inside my head, I twitched my lips and managed to ask, "Um... why do you look like... that?"

"Huh? Look like what? I haven’t changed at all... wait."

Ms. Yang frowned deeply, as if she had suddenly realized something. Her pupils suddenly sharpened, turning into vertical slits like a daytime cat’s, glowing with a faint red light.

"Ethan... in your eyes right now, what do I look like? Be honest. No lying."

"Uh... like a super sexy big sister... with horns... and pointy ears..." I stammered.

Ms. Yang stared blankly. "Super sexy big sister?"

I nodded.

She pointed at her horns. "Horns?"

I nodded again.

She pointed at her ears. "...Pointy ears?"

I nodded like a chicken pecking rice.

And then, after about ten seconds of dumbfounded silence—Ms. Yang exploded.

"Waaaaahhh! Why?! The magic shouldn't have failed! Why did it fail!? Waaaah! I actually got exposed in front of a student! I’m doomed! Waaaahhh!"

She clutched her head and buried her face in the piles of papers on the desk, her entire face burning red.

"Uh... um... Ms. Yang?"

I awkwardly scratched my cheek, having no idea what to do.

Seriously... what the hell was going on...

This was like something straight out of a horror story!