to greet the fucktoy Captain

The party finally departed from the mansion.

Shenhe casually carried two massive wooden crates on her shoulders like they weighed nothing, walking with her usual blank expression. Even fully dressed in her normal attire (red ropes still visible beneath), she looked completely unbothered by the load.

Rosaria walked beside Aether in her usual revealing nun habit, the fabric already slightly askew for easy access. Cloud Retainer wore her elegant robes, though the way they draped left little to the imagination if one looked closely. Even Shenhe’s clothes were practical yet form-fitting.

And then there was Ganyu.

The former Secretary of the Qixing walked proudly at Aether’s side wearing nothing but her shiny cowbell choker. Her heavy breasts swayed freely with every step. Her soft pussy was completely exposed to the cool Liyue air. The bell jingled softly and constantly, drawing the eyes of every passerby they encountered on the way to the harbor.

Ganyu had expected to feel overwhelming shame.

Instead, she found herself… surprisingly calm.

I’ve only been wearing this for a short time, she thought, ears twitching as a group of merchants openly stared at her body. Yet I already feel accustomed to it. People looking at me like this… knowing I belong to Master… it doesn’t bother me the way I thought it would.

A soft blush colored her cheeks, but she kept her head high. The cowbell rang with every step, announcing her presence to the entire street.

Rosaria glanced over and smirked.

“You’re getting used to it already, cow?”

Ganyu nodded honestly, the bell jingling again.

“Yes. It feels… natural now. I am Master’s breeding secretary. Being displayed like this is simply part of my role.”

She said it so matter-of-factly that even Cloud Retainer looked mildly impressed.

The group continued toward the docks, drawing more than a few stares and whispers. Shenhe’s casual display of superhuman strength combined with Ganyu’s complete public nudity made for quite the spectacle.

At the harbor, the ship Ningguang had prepared was already waiting — a sleek, fast vessel ready for the journey to Inazuma.

Aether looked over his unusual party one last time:

A possessive, devoted cryo nun

A completely nude, cowbell-wearing half-qilin secretary

An ancient, experienced adeptus

And a silent, rope-restrained human calamity carrying crates like they were feathers

Liyue had changed him.

And he had most certainly changed Liyue.

As the group approached the ship, a loud, confident voice rang out from the deck.

“Well, well! So you’re the famous Traveler who turned my best friend into a drooling cumdump!”

Beidou, Captain of the Crux Fleet, strode down the gangplank with her usual bold swagger. The eyepatch, the muscular yet feminine frame, the large breasts barely contained by her open coat — she radiated raw, unapologetic energy. Her crew behind her looked completely loyal… and more than a little well-fucked. It was an open secret that Beidou kept her men fiercely devoted with her body alone.

She stopped in front of Aether, looking him up and down with open hunger.

“Ningguang wrote me. Told me everything. I’ve been wet for days thinking about the man who reduced that proud ice queen to nothing but fuckmeat.” Beidou grinned sharply, licking her lips. “Name’s Beidou. I’ll be your captain to Inazuma. And if you’re half as good as the stories say… I might just keep this ship a little longer at sea.”