"Ah! Pervert!"

A piercing scream echoed in the room. Robert, who was sound asleep, groggily opened his eyes and froze in place.

In front of him stood a beautiful woman, dressed in a white short-sleeved shirt with hot pants. She still had her sunglasses on top of her head.

Her cool flip-flops exposed her clean, tiny feet. Despite her exquisite face, she was filled with angry embarrassment.

"Huh?" Robert was puzzled, "What is going on?"

Robert, who was unemployed after graduation, worked as an apprentice in an antique store, earning a salary of thirty dollars a month.

To save on rent, he temporarily lived in his cousin's house, who was studying abroad.

He had intended to take a nap, but suddenly a woman barged in.

As he was wondering what was happening, footsteps sounded outside the door again, followed by two other women rushing in.

"You dirty rogue, daring to come to someone else's house and dressing like this! Sis, beat him up!"

The first woman yelled loudly, grabbed a pillow from the bed and smacked Robert with it.

The other two glanced at each other, without any hesitation, they immediately joined the fight.

"Wait a minute! Can we stop and explain what's going on?!"Robert shouted loudly, but no one was listening to him.

He didn't dare retaliate too forcefully, so he could only crouch in the corner with his head covered.

Three women took turns, launching a flurry of punches and kicks, the air filled with a hint of milk fragrance.

"Wait a minute, who are you?!"Robert, shielding his head, called out aloud.

"You rascal, you have the audacity to ask who we are? You sneak into other people's homes, lay on their bed, and even dress like this, do you still consider yourself right?"

The women yelled and continued with their barrage of punches and kicks.

After almost five or six minutes of relentless beating, they finally stopped, worn out.

"Speak up, who are you, and what brings you here? If you don’t speak up, we will call the police immediately!" The other two women blocked the door, shouting loudly.

"I... I am...”

Just as Robert was about to speak, a cellphone ringtone suddenly filled the air.

The woman in the front glanced at the phone, then promptly answered the call.

" Mateo, we have arrived, yes, in the room …"

"Cousin? Your cousin... is he around 1.8 meters tall, has abs, in his twenties…"

"Don't bother asking how I knew he has abs. Yes, we've met, and the chat's going very well...we've already become buddies!"

A twitch tugged at the corner of Robert's mouth. They indeed had become buddies - the kind that went hard on each other.

Taking advantage of this moment, Robert took a quick look at the other two women.

They all appear to be in their twenties, around the same age as myself.

The one on the left is petite, with a well-defined doll-like face. She's wearing shorts that show off her long, legs paired with sandals – truly a sight that you can’t take your eyes off.

On the right is a slightly taller girl with a delicate facial structure. Her long brown hair rests on her shoulders, her fine and fair collarbone inducing inevitable reverie.

Most importantly, these three really have it all, capable of stirring up waves like the sea!

With such looks, only four words can describe her - astonishingly beautiful beyond belief!

Of course, their actions match their looks.

Soon, the woman in the forefront hung up the phone. Feelings of guilt painted the face that was once flushed with embarrassment.

"Um... dear cousin, I'm sorry. Your cousin didn't tell us, we just got off the plane and came here, we thought you were a hooligan…"

She gave a slightly embarrassed laugh, making her introduction: “My name is Jessica…”

Though any apology was not urgent, Robert’s gaze naturally fell on the significant impressions.

They were big, truly big!

"And... are you okay? My name is Roselle are you injured? Do we... do we need to go to the hospital?"

The petite girl stuck out her tongue, her face full of embarrassment.

"Oh, this is Mateo's cousin? We got the wrong person…” The slightly taller girl was also flustered. "Sorry, my name is Alexandra I apologize…"

All three girls lowered their heads looking like kids who had done something wrong, their faces full of guilt.

Just when Robert was about to speak, he suddenly remembered he was just wearing a pair of boxers when he went to sleep.

He awkwardly pulled up the quilt to cover himself and then said, "It's okay."

Only then did he realize his cousin's house was also rented to these three girls.

Thankfully, the house was large and had two bathrooms, so it was pretty convenient for everyone.

After some discussion, they decided Roselle and Jessica would share a room, and Alexandra would have one to herself.

The remaining room turned out to be Robert's.

After he got the rooms tidied up for these pretty girls, Robert went into the bathroom and looked in the mirror to find quite a few bruises all over his body.

The worst was his eye, which was filled with blood. He had no idea whose fist had landed there.

Fortunately, his vision wasn't affected.

Robert sighed, went back to bed, closed his eyes, and took a nap.

Unknown to him, after he fell asleep, the blood completely diffused through his bloodshot eyes and then slowly disappeared.

Simultaneously, it seemed as though a flame had briefly flashed through his eyes.

Robert only woke up when the alarm went off.

He had just stretched, when suddenly his face changed.

To his surprise, he saw Jessica lying in the living room!?

"What's going on?"

Robert widened his eyes to make sure he wasn't seeing things.

"Is this... an illusion?"

With an incredulous expression on his face, Robert quickly opened the door.

As expected, he found Jessica reclining on the couch, with her eyes half-closed, in repose.

Her long, shapely legs extended over the edge of the sofa, and she exuded an aura of languid allure.

"No, this can't be right!"

Robert hurriedly closed the door and took another careful look.

Jessica's clothing was just the same as he had just seen, and the outside arrangements were all the same.

"Is this X-ray vision?"

Robert instantly felt a shiver run down his spine.

"Cousin, are you alright?"

The sound of the door opening had just woken Jessica up, she asked standing by the door.

"No problem, no problem... "

Robert quickly responded, suppressing his excited heart as he dressed and walked out.

"I'm off to work now, if I'm late, the boss will scold me..."

He said it as he left, still thinking about his newfound clairvoyance.

Robert's antique store is located in Antique Street, a whole street filled with antique shops.

As soon as he entered the shop, he saw his boss, Peter, chatting with a customer. He greeted, "Boss."

"Mm."

Peter responded casually, continuing his conversation with the customer.

"I'll say it straight, this piece is a copy, not worth anything. Only a novice could be fooled by it, any real antique collector would see through it in a second..."

In front of him stood a middle-aged man with glasses holding a vase.

Upon seeing the vase, Robert frowned slightly.

A line of small characters appeared in his vision.

【A modern imitation of Song Dynasty porcelain, worth 12 dollars】