Inazuma, the land of the cockblocked

After what felt like an eternity of sleep-deprived nights filled with Beidou’s endless, echoing moans, the ship finally reached Inazuma Harbor.

Everyone except the glowing, thoroughly satisfied captain looked ready to collapse.

They unloaded onto the docks — Shenhe still casually carrying the heaviest crates, Ganyu’s cowbell jingling with every step, Rosaria adjusting her habit with a tired scowl, and Cloud Retainer maintaining her dignity despite the dark circles under her eyes.

The moment they stepped into the city proper, the difference hit them like a wall.

Inazuma was… proper.

People walked the streets fully clothed. No one was fucking against walls or getting blown in alleyways. There were no sexual advertisements, no open displays of lust, no casual public breeding. The entire atmosphere was restrained, orderly, and almost unnaturally clean.

Compared to Mondstadt’s shameless openness and Liyue’s luxurious hedonism, Aether’s party looked like a group of sex fiends and complete deviants.

Ganyu’s nude body and jingling cowbell drew constant stares. Rosaria’s revealing habit and the way Cloud Retainer’s robes clung to her curves stood out like sore thumbs. Even Shenhe’s form-fitting clothes and the lingering aura of restrained power around her felt out of place.

But Aether noticed something important in those stares.

It wasn’t disdain.

It wasn’t disgust.

It was longing.

And envy.

The people of Inazuma looked at them the way a starving person looks at a feast. Their eyes lingered too long on Ganyu’s bare breasts, on the easy access of Rosaria’s outfit, on the open confidence of the entire group. Some of them swallowed hard. Others quickly looked away, as if ashamed of their own thoughts.

These people were not “proper” by their own free will.

They were restrained.

Caged by the Raiden Shogun’s rigid vision of Eternity — a vision that had no room for open desire, spontaneous pleasure, or the messy, living freedom that Mondstadt and Liyue still enjoyed.

Beidou stretched beside Aether, completely unbothered by the attention.

“Welcome to the land of Eternity,” she said with a wry grin. “Where even getting laid feels like a rebellion.”

Rosaria muttered, “No wonder Zhongli wants you to break their Archon.”

These people were starving for exactly what he had brought with him.

And their Shogun was the one holding the key to the cage.

They had arrived in a nation that desperately needed to be set free.

Beidou made a few quick arrangements at the harbor before giving them a sharp grin.

“You’ll get arrested on sight if you walk around the city looking like that. Especially the cow. I’ve got a friend who can hide you for now — safe, outside the reach of the city guards.”

Not long after, they arrived at a quiet, slightly isolated home on the outskirts of the city.

Yoimiya was waiting for them with a bright, explosive smile.

The fireworks girl was every bit as energetic and joyful as the stories claimed. Her unique appearance stood out immediately — the way the loose bandages were draped around her breasts and private areas did almost nothing to hide her figure. Without them, she would have fit perfectly in Mondstadt or Liyue. In Inazuma, however, even this level of exposure was already rebellious.

The moment the door closed and they were safely out of public view, Yoimiya casually unwrapped the bandages and tossed them aside without a second thought.

She stood there completely naked, hands on her hips, looking completely at ease.

“Ahh, much better!” she said cheerfully. “Those things are so annoying. I only wear them so the guards don’t bother me.”

Her eyes immediately locked onto Ganyu, lighting up with pure admiration.

“Whoa… you’re amazing! You walk around outside like that? With just a little bell? You’re like… the ultimate version of me!” Yoimiya bounced closer, completely unashamed of her own nudity, staring at Ganyu’s exposed body with open fondness. “I’m already a nudist at heart, but I still have to hide it. You’re out there living the dream!”

Ganyu’s cowbell jingled softly as she tilted her head, accepting the praise with calm honesty.

“It is simply my role now.”

Yoimiya grinned even wider.

“I like you already!”

It was clear from the first minute that Yoimiya was a rebel by nature. Living under the Raiden Shogun’s strict Eternity had never suited her. The fireworks, the constant energy, the casual nudity the second she was safe — everything about her screamed that she was barely containing herself in this repressed nation.

She looked over the rest of the group with sparkling eyes.

“You can stay here as long as you need. No one will bother you. And if you want to… y’know…” she winked playfully, “I don’t mind sharing the space. Or anything else.”

Aether had found their first safe house in Inazuma — and it came with a cheerful, proud nudist who already seemed ready to join whatever chaos they brought with them.

Yoimiya was practically vibrating with excitement at having such open, sexual company for the first time in a long while.