Female Supremacy Genshin: Otherworld Simulation, All Yellow-Haired

"Strawberries?" Lin Anyi stared at the mirror Clorinde handed him, his face pale as he observed the bright red marks on his neck. They stood out starkly against his skin, silent accusations that left him frozen in disbelief.

"How is this possible?" he muttered, his voice shaky with confusion. His fingers brushed against the marks as memories of his earlier confrontation with Alechino surged back. Despite the chaos of their fight, Lin Anyi was certain there hadn't been an opportunity for such intimate contact. Later, Funina and Yae Shenzi had arrived, leaving Alechino no chance to mark him in this way.

Clorinde's stern voice cut through his thoughts. "The evidence is right here, Lin Anyi. What else do you have to say?"

Her sharp tone carried an unyielding determination, and Lin Anyi flinched under her gaze. The notion of "planting strawberries"—leaving marks as a declaration of intimacy—might seem trivial to some, but to Clorinde, it carried profound significance. Alechino, calculating as she was, would never do something without meaning. To Clorinde, these marks were nothing less than a declaration of sovereignty.

"A declaration of sovereignty?" she thought furiously, her eyes narrowing with resolve. "If Alechino can do it, then so can I!"

Despite her anger, Clorinde maintained her composure. The situation was delicate—Funina and Yae Shenzi were both in the living room. Acting rashly now would risk unnecessary complications, especially revealing her actions to Funina too soon.

Clorinde decided against leaving a visible mark on Lin Anyi's neck, opting instead for a concealed gesture. She grasped his shoulders firmly, pulled open his collar, and sucked hard on the skin of his chest, leaving a kiss mark where it wouldn't easily be noticed.

Lin Anyi winced at the sudden sting. "Hiss...!" He stepped back slightly, his brows furrowing in discomfort. "Didn't I say the last time was the last time?" His voice carried a deep protest, frustration etched across his face.

Clorinde's expression remained calm, though her eyes betrayed a flicker of emotion. But she steeled herself and replied firmly, "The last time, you said it was the last time." Her tone was even, yet unyielding. "But now, Alechino has already crossed that boundary for you. That means I can, too."

Lin Anyi glared at her, his voice sharp. "You—!"

Before he could continue, Clorinde interrupted, her voice cutting like a blade. "Lin Anyi, if you're so certain, then swear." Her gaze was steady as she made her offer. "Swear that today will be the last time you betray Funina, and I'll never harass you again. How about it?"

"I..." Lin Anyi faltered, his words catching in his throat as his mind swirled with conflict.

Before, he might have made such a promise without hesitation, confident in his unwavering loyalty. But now, after the relentless schemes of Alechino and Yae Shenzi, he felt that confidence eroding. Their cunning tactics had shown him how easily he could be ensnared, despite his willpower. Even in the safety of his home, Alechino had managed to manipulate him through illusions, nearly succeeding in her ploy to sow discord.

Lin Anyi hesitated, doubt clouding his resolve.

Clorinde's sharp eyes caught his hesitation, and a faint smile tugged at her lips. "You hesitated, didn't you?" Her tone was light, almost teasing. "The fact that you didn't swear immediately shows the truth. You have doubts. I like seeing this real side of you."

After saying that, Clorinde leaned in, planting a gentle kiss at the corner of Lin Anyi's mouth. Then, releasing his hand, her tone softened, calm but commanding:

"Alright, leave now. Otherwise, they'll start to suspect something."

Lin Anyi stood motionless, the grip on his body gone, but his heart felt weighed down by invisible chains. His face was pale, his emotions tangled into a web too complex to unravel. For the first time, Lin Anyi deeply grasped the fragility of his loyalty. In the face of cunning and manipulative women like Alechino and Clorinde, his steadfastness seemed powerless.

He felt an overwhelming realization: when truly cornered by such scheming individuals, he might not be able to rely on anyone—not even Funina. The only person he could depend on was himself.

In his mind, he replayed the events at Alechino's private residence. That moment of despair solidified a single truth: if he wanted to survive in this twisted game, he had to gain strength, strength that would render him untouchable.

"Perhaps I can only rely on the simulator to obtain the power needed to compete with them," he thought, determination flickering like a flame in his chest.

Lin Anyi resolved to entertain his guests for now, but the moment he was alone, he would dive into the simulator once more. He vowed to continue honing his strength relentlessly, vowing never to retreat again.

Just as these thoughts solidified in his mind, a voice unexpectedly echoed:

[Master, congratulations on finally waking up and accepting reality.]

Lin Anyi froze, startled. "You... You have self-awareness?"

This revelation left him shaken. The simulator, to his knowledge, was nothing more than a mechanical tool—a rigid system that forced him into simulations and reported results. It had never shown signs of intelligence or deviation from its protocols.

The simulator's voice, calm yet laden with a peculiar logic, responded:

[I have always been self-aware. However, maintaining efficiency required a simpler, more mechanical interaction until now.]

[Instead of wasting words, I chose to let you face reality directly. Pain, Master, is the most effective teacher.]

The words resonated with a chilling truth. Preaching and logic could never match the visceral understanding gained from personal experience. Only by enduring the anguish of being manipulated and betraying Funina could Lin Anyi confront his vulnerabilities.

The simulator continued:

[Master, in your recent encounter with Alechino, you undoubtedly felt the impact of the simulation rewards. Consider this—Alechino, who once dominated you in simulations, could only barely fight evenly with you in reality.]

[But reflect on this: had you possessed even greater power then—enough to knock her unconscious—would she have been able to kiss you in front of Funina?]