(meanwhile) in Ganyus mind

Ganyu stood perfectly still as the cowbell was fastened around her neck.

Jingle…

The soft metallic sound echoed in her ears with every tiny movement of her head. It was light, but impossible to ignore.

Her mind — still sharp despite everything that had happened — began processing this new reality with complete honesty.

…This is my new uniform now.

The thought should have filled her with shame. Humiliation. Embarrassment.

But after everything Aether had done to her — after she had already confessed every filthy fantasy, every hidden desire, while he was deep inside her — there was almost no embarrassment left.

Only quiet, trembling acceptance.

Master wants me to walk around in public like this. Tits out. Pussy exposed. Only wearing a cowbell so everyone can hear me coming. Like livestock. Like a breeding animal.

A soft shiver ran down her spine. The bell jingled again.

Everyone will see me. The Secretary of the Qixing. Reduced to nothing but Master’s personal cow.

Her cheeks burned. Her nipples hardened visibly. A fresh trickle of arousal ran down her inner thigh.

And yet… I don’t hate it.

In fact, the more she thought about it — walking through Liyue Harbor with nothing but this bell, everyone staring, knowing exactly what she was now — the hotter she became.

They’ll whisper. They’ll stare. They’ll know I belong to him. That my only real purpose now is to serve him… to be bred by him whenever he wants…

Ganyu’s breathing grew slightly heavier. The bell jingled again as she shifted her weight.

I used to be so ashamed of these feelings. I suppressed them for centuries.

But now… I don’t have to anymore.

She gently touched the cowbell with her fingers, feeling its weight.

This is what I am now.

Master’s cow.

Master’s breeding secretary.

A small, shy, but genuinely happy smile appeared on her lips.

…I think I like this.

She bowed her head slightly toward Aether, the bell ringing softly.

“I will wear it with pride,” she said softly, voice full of honest devotion. “Thank you for giving me such a clear role.”

Inside, Ganyu’s heart was racing with a strange mix of nervousness and excitement.

The old Ganyu — the one who overworked herself to hide her desires — was quietly fading away.

In her place was something simpler.

Something honest.

Something that wanted nothing more than to be useful to the man who had finally set her free.