227 - I Don’t Want to Be Turned Into the Female Protagonist by the System

### Chapter 227: The Art of Eating Cake As Su Qi felt the sensation of tickling warmth, she slowly retreated. Her clothes were already smeared with cream, making her look quite disheveled. For the first time, Su Qi realized, cakes could be eaten this way? As her uniform got covered in cream, Su Qi also discovered that her suit did not have the intimidating effect she hoped for. Instead, it seemed to excite her two wives even more. Seeing her two wives so enthused, Su Qi looked at her own attire and felt a strange sense of déjà vu, as if it was reminiscent of some kind of uniform play. Watching her wives approach again, Su Qi regretted wearing these kitten heels—they were neither fast to run in nor flexible. Feeling another large dollop of cream spread on her arm, she quickly darted to the side. Gazing at the two dressed in black and white lingerie, holding cakes, Su Qi stood on the other side of the table and said, "If you keep this up, I—I’ll get hungry too!" While speaking, Su Qi slowly crouched down, mimicking their actions by picking up a small cream pig. Her black skirt was stained with white cream, and her face had patches of uneaten cream. Despite everything, she still gave off a sense of elegance. Seeing their husband in such a state only made her two wives more eager to make her plead for mercy. The two exchanged a glance and moved in to flank her. Although Su Qi managed to smear the cream pig onto her two wives, her uniform-clad self was soon pinned to the sofa. Su Qi realized she couldn’t just sit there helplessly and turned her gaze to Zijin, who was closest to her, and launched a counterattack. Yet, faced with Su Qi's cake attack, why did Zijin, her wife, seem even more excited? The three of them tangled in a disordered heap on the sofa. Moments later, in the 1v2 struggle, Su Qi admitted defeat, saying, "I’m done, I’m done." But would the two let her off so easily? Remembering the day they brought Su Qi back—when their husband first showed concern for Bai Miao and how the room was filled with Wang Yun’s presence—they felt as if an expanse of green grassland hung over their heads. They believed that without giving Su Qi a proper punishment, they wouldn’t be able to quell the fury in their hearts. "You can't just stop now? After all, we've been serving you, husband!" Wang Zijin said. At that moment, An Ning launched another cake attack, soon followed by Zijin. As their assault intensified, the off-white top and skirt of the uniform mysteriously disappeared at some point. Wang Zijin and An Ning appraised their delectable husband, her body now marked almost everywhere with traces of cream, each lick tasting deliciously sweet. Especially those legs, tightly encased in black silk, with gleaming white skin peeking through when bent, incited in them a desire to tear it all apart. It was then Wang Zijin noticed a small red mark on Su Qi’s lower abdomen. Approaching Su Qi, she asked, "Husband, what is this?" Feeling Wang Zijin touch the spot, Su Qi knew it was a mark Wang Yun had left. Cold sweat nearly ran down her back. Luckily, by the time she looked at her own lower abdomen, thanks to her rapid recovery ability, the strawberry mark from the morning had faded significantly, resembling nothing more than an accidental bruise. "Maybe I just bumped into something," Su Qi replied with a touch of guilt. An Ning observed the red mark on Su Qi's abdomen, finding it suspicious. After all, she had always been mindful of Su Qi’s body, always avoiding any contact with the table; where could she possibly have been hurt? An Ning scanned the room, looking for anything that might have injured Su Qi. Suddenly, a small black item in the corner of the bed caught her eye. What was under the blanket? With a sense of suspicion, An Ning slowly approached the bed, gradually pulling out the item from the covers. It was a pair of enticingly almost-transparent black stockings. Moreover, there was a conspicuous tear in the stocking. Wang Zijin also came over, growing more suspicious the longer she looked at the stockings. Especially after seeing the shocked expression on Su Qi’s face, Wang Zijin's suspicions grew stronger. Su Qi was very familiar with these black stockings—weren’t they the ones Wang Yun wore last night? If they were torn, she was definitely to blame! But the real question was: why were they in her blanket? Su Qi loathed her habit of simply laying the blanket on the bed. If she had properly folded it military-style, these stockings would have been discovered. But it was too late for regrets! "Whose are these?" Watching her two wives approach her sternly with the stockings, Su Qi panicked, her voice trembling, "These, these were mine from yesterday, they tore so I didn’t throw them away." Listening to her husband's words and noticing the clear guilt in her eyes, Wang Zijin pondered for a moment and said: "Is that so? Why does it seem like these are my sister's stockings?" Wang Zijin slowly approached Su Qi, holding the "evidence" up to her. Meeting Su Qi’s gaze, which screamed, "How did you know?" Wang Zijin’s face broke into a sweet, teasing smile: "See, husband, these stockings are much longer than yours, you're in big trouble!" Hearing her wife’s words sent a shiver down Su Qi's spine. Su Qi felt the need to explain herself. After all, she and Wang Yun hadn’t reached the level of intimacy she shared with her wives. And they hadn't even kissed. However, just as she was about to speak, her other wife An Ning interrupted: "Having fun, are we? First you tear stockings, then you get to plant strawberry marks. How exciting, hehehe." As An Ning leaned closer, interrupting her, Su Qi subconsciously stepped back, eventually backing into the edge of the bed, and sat down due to the heels. Immediately after, she heard: Rip— The sound of fabric tearing. Su Qi felt a chill on her leg. Then she heard An Ning say, "Is this how they were torn last night?" Su Qi wanted to explain it wasn’t, but An Ning didn't give her the chance and directly pounced. As Su Qi struggled against the pounce, she suddenly remembered her training in pressure point techniques. Recalling the hidden properties of An Ning’s outfit today, Su Qi swallowed and shouted, "I’ll fight you to the end!" as she extended her mischievous little hands. An Ning, hearing Su Qi’s declaration, found it amusing. Could she really be subdued by Su Qi? Yet slowly, she realized something was off. Su Qi's small hands had gained a sort of magical power, leaving a trail of warmth and peculiar sensations wherever they explored. Had it not been for maintaining her composure, she would have been making noises out loud by now? Su Qi was quite pleased, having gained the upper hand. She could clearly feel her wife, An Ning, breathing more heavily, her body softening, and even her attack frequency slowing. Seeing An Ning's blushing cheeks, Su Qi gently pushed during a moment when An Ning was catching her breath, and their positions switched. Looking down at the breathless An Ning, her hair disheveled and laced with fine sweat, her deep almond eyes filled with a dazy allure on the bed, Su Qi realized it was her first time seeing An Ning in such a vulnerable state. Suddenly, a sense of triumph swelled within Su Qi, of the underdog overthrowing the oppressor. But in her moment of triumphant elation, Su Qi forgot one important thing—she didn’t have just one wife! --- *by Taboola* *What Everyone's Watching* *Are you 85 kg? You will be 56 kg!* *Noom* *Which banks offer credit cards without proof of income? 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