Sneaking into the Girls' Dormitory

It was nighttime, with a gentle glow emanating from a bright moon hanging in the sky. Under the soft moonlight, the once-bustling campus had quieted down. Although many students were still walking along the paths, most hurried along with quick steps.

I slowly made my way near the girls' dormitory. The trees lining the road cast long shadows under the streetlights. Standing in the shade of one, I pretended to fiddle with my phone. Though this was close to the girls' dorm, there were still quite a few boys around at night, escorting their girlfriends back, so I didn't attract much attention.

According to Zhang Muqian, he came from a family of tomb raiders, though by his generation, the family had long since declined. Still, a few techniques for detecting ancient artifacts had been passed down—methods that were usually useless in modern life. Recently, however, he claimed to have discovered an ancient magical artifact within our school. After some investigation, he concluded it was hidden inside the girls' dormitory.

At the time, I thought Zhang Muqian had read too many tomb-raiding novels and was delusional. I dismissed his words entirely and quickly forgot about it. But to my surprise, Zhang Muqian actually sneaked into the girls' dorm to search for this so-called ancient artifact—only to be caught immediately by the dorm supervisor.

Now, it seemed Zhang Muqian's claims might have been true. He had studied hard for over a decade to get into Qingming College—why would he risk his future for a joke?

I decided to sneak into the dormitory myself to see if there really was an artifact like Zhang Muqian had described.

As I pondered how to get inside, a tall, striking figure suddenly caught my attention. Even under the dim streetlights, the perfect curves of her silhouette were breathtaking.

One of Zhang Yiyu's roommates—Liu Xiaoyao.

It had to be said, sometimes life was unfairly generous. Though our school had many beautiful girls, compared to the overall student population, they were still a rare sight. Some classes—even entire departments—didn't have a single passably attractive girl.

Yet, in Zhang Yiyu's class alone, over half the girls could be considered beauties. Even more absurd, three of them were ranked on the school's official "Campus Belle" list. And the most infuriating part? All three lived in the same dorm room, fueling countless male fantasies across campus every night.

Zhang Yiyu, of course, lived up to her "Little Enchantress" nickname. Aside from the flawless Zhao Qingshi, no one on the Campus Belle list could definitively outshine her.

Of the other two belle-ranked roommates, I had only met Liu Xiaoyao once before. Last time our dorm went to KTV, Bai Mao complained it was boring with just guys, so he called Zhang Yiyu to join us. She happened to be out shopping with Liu Xiaoyao at the time, so she brought her along. That was how I'd barely gotten to know Liu Xiaoyao.

As Liu Xiaoyao approached, I got a clearer look at her outfit tonight.

Standing at exactly 170 cm, plus her high heels, she was only slightly shorter than me. A black miniskirt showcased her long, straight legs, while a white V-neck T-shirt clung to her stunning curves. Her full, perky breasts stood proudly, her waist so slender it seemed you could circle it with one hand. Her large, phoenix-like eyes carried a hint of seduction. A woman like Liu Xiaoyao was heaven's greatest gift to men.

As Zhang Yiyu's roommate, Liu Xiaoyao naturally lived in this dorm. Chatting with her might yield some useful information.

And honestly, just looking at her ample chest made me swallow hard. Even without ulterior motives, exchanging a few words with such a beauty would be a delight.

I quickened my pace toward her, waving as I approached. "Hey, Liu Xiaoyao!"

Liu Xiaoyao looked at me, clearly puzzled—whether because the dim light obscured my face or because she genuinely didn't remember me, I wasn't sure. Even as I got closer, her expression remained blank.

"It's me—Bai Yishan's roommate. Zhang Yiyu's boyfriend? We sang together at KTV last time."

Apparently, she had no recollection of me, so I had to reintroduce myself.

Though she still didn't seem to remember, Bai Yishan's name at least gave her some context.

Liu Xiaoyao nodded slightly, her tone cool. "Yeah, what's up?"

I scratched my head, realizing I didn't actually have a reason. I couldn't just ask, Hey, did a guy sneak into your dorm recently? That would be way too abrupt. The only connection between us was Zhang Yiyu and Bai Yishan's relationship.

I scrambled for an excuse. "Oh, right. I need to talk to Bai Yishan about something, but I can't reach him. I was wondering if Zhang Yiyu knows where he is."

Instead of answering, Liu Xiaoyao eyed me suspiciously.

Admittedly, it was a terrible excuse—showing up at the girls' dorm at night to look for a roommate.

I laughed awkwardly. "Haha, don't overthink it. Zhang Yiyu is Bai Mao's girlfriend—it's not like I have any designs on her. No need to be wary."

Liu Xiaoyao seemed displeased. "What's so urgent that you need Bai Yishan back?"

I shrugged. "It's nothing major. Do you have Zhang Yiyu's number?"

Her gaze turned even more skeptical. "You're just trying to get her contact info, aren't you? Ask Bai Yishan yourself."

I just wanted to casually steer the conversation toward Zhang Muqian sneaking into your dorm! Was she extra guarded today because of last night's incident? That seemed likely.

I feigned nonchalance. "Liu Xiaoyao, you're being way too cautious. Zhang Yiyu is Bai Mao's girlfriend—it's not like I'd try anything. Did you run into some creep recently? You seem jumpy."

Sure enough, when I mentioned "creep," her eyes flickered, her expression shifting noticeably.

Liu Xiaoyao gave me a disdainful once-over and smirked. "Heh. Seems to me you've got a thing for Zhang Yiyu and want to mess with their relationship. Well, forget it. I'm not giving you her number."

What the hell? Okay, fine—I'll admit, Zhang Yiyu the Little Enchantress was undeniably tempting, and yeah, I'd fantasized about her before. But after she became Bai Mao's girlfriend, I'd done my best to suppress any improper thoughts. As his roommate, I at least had some principles.

Before I could keep rambling, Liu Xiaoyao brushed past me without another word.

Watching her walk away, I sighed inwardly. Not only had I failed to get any useful information, but I'd also been inexplicably looked down on by a beauty. Still, I couldn't shake the feeling that Liu Xiaoyao seemed reluctant to let me get involved with Zhang Yiyu.

I turned my gaze back to the girls' dorm. It was already late, and most of the lights were off. But sneaking in wouldn't be easy—the burly dorm supervisor at the entrance had crushed countless boys' dreams of stepping inside. Just last night, she'd caught Zhang Muqian.

How can I get in?

Disguising myself as a girl? No way—a tall, broad-shouldered "girl" coming and going daily would've been noticed by the supervisor long ago.

Climbing through a window? Every window had anti-theft bars, and I didn't have the tools to scale the walls. Even if I found some, it'd be impractical.

Cautiously, I edged closer to the dorm entrance—and to my surprise, the supervisor wasn't at her post tonight. Normally, she stood guard like a fortress gatekeeper, and even if she had to step away briefly, she'd always arrange for someone to cover for her.

Whatever the reason, it worked in my favor. Seizing a moment when no girls were passing by, I slipped through the entrance. I'd heard Zhang Yiyu's room was 202, so I decided to hide there first, then search for the artifact Zhang Muqian mentioned once everyone was asleep.

When I reached Room 202, I was shocked to find the door slightly ajar. I'd been worrying about how to get inside, but it seemed luck was on my side—both doors had been left unguarded.

Carefully, I pushed the door open a crack and scanned the room. Not spotting anyone, I stepped inside confidently.

This was my first time in a girls' dorm.

The room had four beds. The innermost one was decorated in an overwhelmingly cute, girly style—everything was pink, with an oversized plush doll resting on top. It didn't seem like Zhang Yiyu's bed; the aesthetic was completely unlike her.

Another bed had to be Liu Xiaoyao's, judging by the clothes strewn across it—the same outfit she'd been wearing earlier.

I picked up the garments and inhaled deeply. They still carried the faint, fresh scent of her body. Unable to resist, I ran my fingers over the fabric, imagining how they'd clung to Liu Xiaoyao's curves moments ago, as if I were touching her smooth skin directly.

If her clothes were here, then… My pulse quickened. I set them down and crept toward the bathroom door. Sure enough, the sound of running water reached my ears. A tall figure stood with her back to the door, but the frosted glass and steam made it impossible to see details.

Still, the silhouette outlined a breathtaking figure—a slender waist, plump and perky buttocks, long and shapely legs.

Under the light, the figure shifted slightly, her hands gliding over her curves. The thought that Liu Xiaoyao, this peerless beauty, was naked just a door away from me made me ache to burst in, pin her against the wall, and take her right then, teaching this disdainful woman a lesson.

Fortunately, I hadn't lost my senses enough to do something so reckless. I retreated to the main room and, after a quick scan, chose to hide under one of the beds.

From beneath the bed, I watched the room intently, barely daring to breathe. If caught, I'd end up like Zhang Muqian—expelled and humiliated.

Suddenly, footsteps echoed from the hallway—two sets, one normal, the other deliberately light, as if trying not to be heard. If I hadn't been hyper-alert, I might've missed the second one entirely.

The footsteps stopped outside the door. It had to be Zhang Yiyu's other roommates returning. The door opened, and the first to enter was a girl whose beauty rivaled Liu Xiaoyao's.

She was even taller than Liu Xiaoyao—probably around 176 cm. From my position on the floor, her height seemed even more striking.

She wore a chiffon top that revealed fair, rounded shoulders, paired with a black leather skirt that hugged her curvaceous hips and exposed half of her creamy thighs. Long, dark hair cascaded down her back, and her entire presence exuded a cold, captivating aura.

To my surprise, I recognized her—Huang Qiaoyu, the deputy minister of the student council's etiquette department, renowned for her long legs.

Since I was also in the student council, we'd crossed paths a few times. I'd known she was on the Campus Belle list but never connected her to Zhang Yiyu's dorm.

I'd long heard this dorm was famous for housing the school's most beautiful girls. The Little Enchantress Zhang Yiyu's allure was undeniable; Liu Xiaoyao's voluptuous figure would stir any man's desires; Huang Qiaoyu's legs were so exquisite you'd want to worship them—the very definition of "legs worth playing with for a year."

If I recalled correctly, Bai Mao had mentioned earlier that in Zhang Yiyu's dorm, Zhang Yiyu wasn't even the most beautiful.

Though Liu Xiaoyao and Huang Qiaoyu were both rare stunners, neither could truly surpass Zhang Yiyu—whether on the Campus Belle list or by my own standards. Zhang Yiyu's bewitching charm gave her an inexplicable edge over other girls.

The owner of the second, stealthier footsteps had to be the girl whose beauty surpassed even Zhang Yiyu's—the one Bai Mao, with his vast experience with women, couldn't stop talking about.

It struck me as odd. If Qingming College had a girl more beautiful than Zhang Yiyu (aside from Zhao Qingshi), her name should've been legendary by now. How was she so unknown that I'd never even heard of her?

But I didn't have time to dwell on that inconsistency. Holding my breath, my heart raced as I waited. What kind of peerless beauty would she be? Could she possibly rival—or even surpass—my goddess Zhao Qingshi?

Eagerly, I anticipated the moment this fabled beauty would appear. Would she be an ethereal fairy descended to earth, or a seductive enchantress weaving spells among mortals?

Then, as I watched with bated breath, the second figure stepped through the door.