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

**Chapter 440: Sweet Egg Custard** As night fell, the first day of the National Day mini-holiday also began. Perhaps due to the accumulation of stress over time, even though it was already ten o'clock at night, the streets were still bustling with pedestrians and cars, showing no signs of slowing down. Street vendors eagerly extended their business hours, hoping to sell more goods, contributing to the lively atmosphere. The global warming climate left its mark; even though it was October, the nighttime temperature in Su City only dipped to a mild 18°C. Dashing men and beautiful women strolled in their cool attire, revealing their smooth skin, adding to the eye-catching scene. Speaking of cool clothing, let's delve into the ambiance inside Green City Residence—a scene reminiscent of an "ecstasy utopia.” In a small room with curtains tightly drawn, the pink lighting filled the space with a suggestive allure. However, the atmosphere wasn't solely crafted by the lighting; it was dominated by a rich and exotic fragrance permeating the room. This scent wasn't like perfume, but rather a natural gift, soothing and deeply enjoyable. The source of this delicate aroma was none other than Su Qi, clad only in what remained of a dream-like chiffon robe. She lay, exhausted, against the voluptuous bosom of her wife, An Ning. Her small physique trembled slightly, her once bright eyes still tinged with a blush. Her petite, exquisite nose also reddened, yet it paled in comparison to her delicate cheeks. "Come on, hubby, open your mouth!" Wang Yun coaxed, offering a spoonful of egg custard to Su Qi's pink, cherry-like lips, but she turned her head in a huff. Earlier, she thought she had wrapped up the Pinocchio activity by three in the afternoon. But to her surprise, her wife Wang Yun joined in, sparking another fervor, and that wasn't even the biggest issue. With Wang Yun’s participation, her three other wives, seemingly recharged, plunged back into the fray. Currently, Su Qi's ivory-like skin was marked with four cute cat motifs—her wives' handiwork, each marking a battle's triumph today. She felt her legs were beyond her control, and her waist ached intolerably. Most distressing was her profuse sweating habit, which, despite her disheveled state, made her body gradually excited, releasing a fresh wave of fragrance. The scent had an effect not just on her wives but on herself as well, perpetuating a vicious cycle. Su Qi, led by this excitement, realized with reason that her wives shouldn't push her further. Yet, the voice inside her seemed like a devil's whisper, enticing her: “Once more, since you enjoy it anyway!” This inner voice frightened Su Qi because she knew such changes typically signaled the downfall of a game heroine—a fate she dreaded under her wives' guidance, ready to become a pawn in their hands. Shaking away these frightening thoughts, Su Qi suddenly felt warm lips sliding down her neck. In her heightened state, her soft, boneless hands instinctively went defensive over her chest. Her slender legs clamped tightly together, shielding her vulnerability. Her little head turned towards the sensation, instinctively pleading, "Ladies, please, no more." Xiao Xiaoxiao, observing the tender Su Qi, sensed she'd uncovered a thrilling new world. She realized that, surprisingly, it was fun to prank her formidable Su sister. Watching Wang Yun’s spoon of egg custard slip into Su's snowy cleavage, the interplay of colors was visually captivating, amplifying her desire to savor the sweet custard. “Su sister, the egg custard spilled on you. Let me clean it up!” Xiao Xiaoxiao offered. Gently, she nudged away Su Qi's defending hands with surprising ease. Caught off guard, Su Qi was momentarily stunned but attributed it to her current state without overthinking. Then she noticed an important issue: her young wife's lack of tissue—how would she clean up the custard? Her confusion was short-lived as she watched her little wife dive into her embrace for "cleanup.” Moments later, Xiao Xiaoxiao licked her lips with satisfaction, puzzled by the sweet taste. “Sister Wang Yun, why is the egg custard so sweet?” she asked. Wang Yun hesitated, baffled, “Sweet egg custard? What kind of culinary black magic is that?” She tried a spoonful herself, “Not sweet at all.” Offering a bite to the curious Xiao Xiaoxiao, she was puzzled when only the first tasted sweet. “Hmm, why was it sweet just now?” Xiao Xiaoxiao wondered. Observing, An Ning joined in, “Don’t worry, I’ll help you clean it up,” she said, as some spilled onto Su Qi’s smooth abdomen. Even with Su Qi's limited emotional intelligence, she could tell An Ning dropped the custard on purpose, and only pretended to help. An Ning found the sight of the custard on Su Qi's skin strangely appetizing. “Hubby, don’t worry, I'll clean it for you,” she promised. Like her young wife, she leaned in for her turn, leaving Su Qi momentarily resisting, albeit unsuccessfully. Once finished, An Ning licked her lips in satisfaction, agreeing, “Hmm, it is quite sweet!” Watching her other wives perk up after An Ning’s words, Su Qi noticed they each wielded more egg custard with newfound eagerness. At midnight, having shared dinner, the five of them lay squeezed together on a blue-sheeted double bed. It was a tight fit, but fortunately, they were all trim, managing to sleep comfortably. As their "husband," Su Qi lay trembling in the middle, not from fear but from pure exhaustion and resulting muscle spasms. She thought the grueling day would send her quickly to sleep after washing up. Yet the moment she lay in bed, her wives’ gaze on her kept her awake. Although the lights were out, she felt like prey under the watchful eyes of wolves—no, a whole pack. In the silence, her wife Zi Jin spoke, breaking the stillness: "Hubby, when will you find us a new sister? It’ll be so much more exciting with five!" Hearing Zi Jin’s gentle coaxing and recalling the events of the day and her aching body, Su Qi could only tremble with fear, shaking her head wildly in denial.