Is this "Yu Ji"?

When they arrived at Su Mengyao's apartment complex, Li Jie realized it was just across a river from Jianye Art Academy—barely two blocks away. With a little electric scooter, it would take no more than eight minutes.

"Yaoyao, you really are a bit... unusual..."

"I know, brother."

...

All right then.

"Let's go straight to the underground garage. My mother sold the car two years ago, so the garage is now my studio."

"Why'd she sell the car?"

"We were short on money. Sold it for over a million yuan."

...

"My mom can’t do anything—she doesn't work, can't cook, she's never even been to a supermarket. I only need about a thousand yuan a month for food, but she needs over twenty thousand."

...

Seriously, how does a woman like your mother find anyone to marry her? How does she even support herself?

Then a thought struck Li Jie—Su Mengyao's grandfather had been a councilman in Canglong District. That explained everything.

There are seven council seats in Canglong District, elected at one per hundred thousand people, with five-year terms. Su Yongzhi held one of those seats for twelve years—three consecutive terms, only losing out recently.

Twelve years... Even as a county magistrate for just three years, you’d line your pockets with silver. For Su Mengyao’s mother to spend this much is only natural—in fact, rather frugal.

Li Jie felt a surge of respect, even envy.

"Where should I park?"

"Just at the entrance to the garage—as long as it doesn’t block anyone."

Once parked, Su Mengyao opened an app on her phone and the garage door slid open—it was electric.

"Wow..."

Li Jie was stunned as soon as he stepped inside. The space was filled with art supplies, all geared toward traditional painting.

Everything you’d expect in a scholar’s studio was here. The large red table alone looked expensive. There were also handmade incense, a small desk lined with various stamp stones—stones of all colors, wood, little metal knobs whose use he couldn't guess.

The incense burner was shaped like a "delicate sphere," a large orb encasing a smaller one, which held a copper cup for the incense.

"This garage is huge."

"Are you hot, brother? I can turn on the air conditioner."

"There’s air conditioning down here?"

"I always paint here, and sometimes work on handmade props. I dry them on the balcony, then store them here. Look, I’ve made so many."

All sorts of cosplay props, mostly armor, each with a label. There was a set of black and red lamellar armor marked "Overlord of Western Chu," and next to it, a large crimson robe with golden threads, accompanied by a sketch labeled "Wangxian Hairdo."

The craftsmanship wasn't exactly masterful, but it was clearly made with care.

"You made all these yourself?"

"Mhm."

Su Mengyao beamed, then approached with a measuring tape. "Brother, what's your arm circumference now?"

"About forty-one or forty-two centimeters."

"Let me check."

"Hey? It’s gotten bigger..."

It had grown to forty-five. Li Jie was astonished—he hadn’t been bulking up or training recently; his arms should have shrunk if anything.

Could this be some side effect from that dog system? Muscles don’t just grow on their own. Once you push past certain limits, it takes testosterone boosters; without natural talent, you need technology—and that leads to side effects Li Jie preferred not to think about.

That system better not have tampered with anything important.

He turned, discreetly checked—everything was still in its proper place, and the sight of curvy beauties still had its usual effect; his fist could still clench with vigor.

Still, he felt a bit uneasy.

Bang!

After measuring his arm, Su Mengyao opened the wardrobe, and the electric garage door slid shut.

"Brother, how about you try this on? You’ll look amazing!"

"Aren’t you heading home soon, Yaoyao? I have a gig to catch tomorrow."

"Li Jie..."

Biting her lip, Su Mengyao gazed up at him, hands twined behind her back, chest thrust forward ever so slightly. "Is that okay...?"

Li Jie instinctively adjusted his posture.

With a resigned sigh, he opted for the leather armor.

"This is really complicated to put on."

As Su Mengyao adjusted his shoulder and arm guards, Li Jie felt uncomfortable all over.

At least the armor was light—it was made of painted bamboo pieces strung together with nylon cord; the real work was in the patience and handiwork.

Once fully dressed, she fit a gleaming bronze helmet on his head. To be honest, he did look rather imposing.

"Wow, you look amazing! Let’s take some pictures!"

The studio had cameras, used for her usual work, now perfect for a photo shoot.

Li Jie cooperated, striking whatever pose she suggested—sword, saber, spear, halberd, bow and arrow. With a heroic stance, he looked every inch a warrior, ready to recite, "How many return from the battlefield of old?"

Swoosh—

Su Mengyao was so excited she cried out, "I’ll change, too—wait for me!"

And with that, she peeled off her T-shirt.

Boing boing boing—

A flash of white caught Li Jie’s breath, his pulse quickening.

This girl... was not small at all.

The crimson robe with golden threads was meant to convey regal grace, but her ample curves made it downright explosive.

Her silk undergarment hung loosely, paired with long, straight black hair. With a simple spin, she resembled the legendary "Invincible East" from classic films, only in a far grander form.

"Li Jie..."

Barefoot without his noticing, Su Mengyao approached, her hand tracing the armor over his chest, eyes smoldering as she whispered, "Do you like it?"

"I like it."

Suki!

"Then... my lord, what are you waiting for?"

My lord?

Ah, so I’m the Overlord now.

And you’re the Lady Yu.

His breath grew heavier, and the delicate sensation nearly made him lose control.

Perhaps it was the mystery, the unpredictability.

A soft hum escaped her lips; Su Mengyao’s cheeks bloomed like peach blossoms as she leaned closer. The next moment, Li Jie was pushed onto a resting divan.

The mattress was soft but responsive.

And the "Lady Yu" atop him was softer still, melting into him like water.

Su Mengyao’s eyes grew hazy, her lips parted with a shimmer of saliva, catching the lamplight in tiny sparkles.

"My lord..."

She murmured, utterly immersed in the moment, craving more of Li Jie’s affection.

Her movements were perhaps unpracticed, but the intensity of her passion could not be hidden.

Before Li Jie could get his fill—

"Lady Yu" had already taken full delight in her "Overlord."