Age of Ascension: Forging an Immortal Realm from Nothing

Qin Keqing watched the two of them—one stuffing a bun into the other's mouth, the other making muffled protest sounds—and wisely decided to stay out of the line of fire. She ate her breakfast with the silent, focused intensity of a bomb disposal expert, not daring to make a sound.
After they finished, Lin Daiyu, apparently having decided Qin Keqing was her new pet project, dragged her off for a grand tour of the estate. The towers, the magical well, the shack full of angry, armored pigs—all of it was weird, but manageable.
But then they came to the toilet. The toilet that, for reasons beyond mortal comprehension, smelled faintly of lavender and despair. Qin Keqing, a woman of refined sensibilities, had no frame of reference for this. She mentally filed it under "avant-garde shitter" and moved on.
And Wu Chi? What could he do? It's not like he asked for a potpourri-scented latrine. It just… happened.
Later that night, around ten, Wu Chi sat hunched over his imaginary desk like a fantasy accountant, meticulously counting his stacks of [Void Essence Stones] and [Void Crystals].
The monster waves he faced were, to put it mildly, fucking ridiculous. They were the kind of apocalyptic swarms that made other lords pee their pants and cry for their mommies. It was high-risk, high-reward. And today, the reward had been a metric butt-ton of shiny magic rocks.
"Crystals are cash," he thought, practically seeing little dollar signs float around the glowing stones. "And cash is king. The more, the better." Right now, repairs and restocking were cheap. The real money drain was going to be heroes and troops. Those were the big-ticket items. “Essence Stones, though… those are the real bottleneck. Can’t buy ‘em, gotta find ‘em.”
Just as he was contemplating the finer points of his void-based economic policy, the door creaked open.
In walked Lin Daiyu and Qin Keqing, looking like they’d just stepped out of a shampoo commercial. They’d clearly been to the [Moonwell]. Their skin had that post-bath, goddess-like glow, their hair was pinned up with fancy jade thingamajigs, and they radiated an aura of "I'm cleaner than you and I know it."

"The bath is all yours, young master," Lin Daiyu purred, giving him a look that could melt steel. She then gave a little purse of her lips, a gesture that was probably supposed to be subtle but landed with the grace of a dropped anvil.
Wu Chi coughed, suddenly feeling the need to project an aura of extreme seriousness. 
"Right. Bath. Yes. OFF I GO!" He marched out the door. The bathing tub had been cleaned and left outside. For a fleeting, shameful moment, he felt a pang of disappointment. All that premium-grade, goddess-approved bathwater, just… gone. Down a drain somewhere. A tragedy.
"Get a grip, you pervert!" he mentally slapped himself.
He grabbed his toiletries and, embracing the grand tradition of new lords everywhere, proceeded to have a very liberating, very breezy, open-air bath. It was just him, the soap, and the vast, judgmental emptiness of the void. And let me tell you, nothing says "I'm a rugged pioneer" quite like having the cosmic winds whistle past your dangly bits.
Freshly scrubbed and dressed, he returned to the hut. The two women were huddled on the bed, whispering like schoolgirls. The moment he stepped in, Qin Keqing jumped, her eyes wide, before looking away so fast she nearly gave herself whiplash. A cute blush crawled up her neck.
"Big Sis Keqing, the young master is still all steamy. Give him a hand, won't you?" Lin Daiyu nudged her.
After a moment of internal debate, Qin Keqing stood up and performed a wobbly curtsy.
"No need for that. What are you doing?" Wu Chi asked.
She raised her hand, and the [Wind Moon Precious Mirror] shimmered into existence. In a move that was definitely not in the owner's manual, it started… vacuuming. It sucked all the moisture and chill right off his skin and hair, depositing it in a neat little puddle in her palm. With a delicate flick, she sent the puddle rocketing into the air, where it dissipated into a fine mist. Having successfully performed her duties as a magical human hair dryer, she scurried back to the bed, her face the color of a ripe tomato.
"You can do that?! That's amazing!" Wu Chi exclaimed, running a hand through his now perfectly dry hair.
"Power isn't just for blowing things up," Lin Daiyu pointed out smugly. "Big Sis's talent has all sorts of hidden depths. Anyway, it's late. We should probably hit the hay. Who knows what fresh hell tomorrow will bring."
Without another word, she kicked off her shoes and elegantly flopped onto the far side of the bed.
Qin Keqing's brain visibly short-circuited. 
"Eh!?"
"Uhh, maybe I should take ✧ NоvеIight ✧ (Original source) the floor?" Wu Chi offered, and immediately wanted to punch himself in the throat for being so stupid.
"What's the matter, young master? Scared?" Lin Daiyu's voice was pure, silky temptation. She gave him another one of those looks, and a switch flipped somewhere in Wu Chi’s brain.
"Scared? Of what? It's not like I'm the one at a disadvantage here," he huffed, abandoning all pretense of chivalry and scrambling onto the bed next to her.
Qin Keqing stood there, vibrating with indecision. Her mind raced with excuses—I'll just sleep in the other building! A chair is perfectly comfortable, really!—but the fear of offending him, combined with the slow, dawning realization that she was, technically, his property, kept her feet rooted to the spot.
Finally, after a painfully long moment, she bit her lip, slipped off her shoes, and gingerly, as if lying down on a bed of nails, settled onto Wu Chi's other side.
One bed. Three people. This was fine. This was totally normal.
At some point, the lamp went out.
In the thick, awkward darkness, sleep was a million miles away for Qin Keqing. All she could hear was breathing. She peeked. Wu Chi was already out cold, a goofy little smile on his face.
"He's exhausted." Lin Daiyu's voice, now low and serious, cut through the silence. "Just let him sleep."
And just like that, something clicked in Qin Keqing's head. The exhaustion, the pressure, the fact that this boy was single-handedly holding their world together… it all fell into place. The tension seeped out of her. She looked at the sleeping boy, then sighed.
After thinking for a moment, he snuggled up against his side and closed her eyes.