After a One-Night Stand with a Seductive Bad Woman - Chapter 1

Late spring, a refreshing night breeze.

It was past midnight, yet Fog Island Bar, located not far from downtown M City, was as lively as ever.

Lu Jia pushed open the door, and the sultry, seductive blues music spilled out through the crack.

Her simple shirt dress and understated makeup, paired with a British-style backpack, screamed “well-behaved student” from head to toe—a stark contrast to the atmosphere of the bar.

The dim, shifting lights cast shadows across her composed face, revealing no hint of awkwardness at her apparent misplacement.

Lu Jia glanced up at the dazzling lights, skillfully navigated past a few women, and settled into her usual spot at the bar.

“Yo, Xiao Lu’s back again. Still haven’t found that muse you’ve been searching for?”

The bartender, who was also the manager, gestured to the newly updated drink menu on the counter. “What’ll it be tonight?”

Lu Jia set down her bag. “The usual—a Mojito.”

She had been frequenting this bar for over half a month.

The original bartender was away on his honeymoon, leaving the manager to handle the service.

The first time Lu Jia ordered a drink here, it was also her first time ever entering a bar.

Lu Jia’s feigned composure was transparent to the Manager, a woman of captivating charm who smiled knowingly, resting her chin in her hand. “Were you tricked into coming here?” she asked.

After all, Lu Jia’s naive, innocent demeanor stood out like a sore thumb. Within just two minutes of entering, she had already drawn the attention of several patrons.

Lu Jia replied with two simple words: “Looking for someone.”

Who exactly she was looking for, she wasn’t entirely sure herself.

Lu Jia was a fourth-year printmaking student at M University. With April already upon her, her graduation project loomed large.

The theme she had chosen for her project was “Drunken Night,” its main tone capturing the hazy, sensual joy of a spring night.

The series consisted of three prints. The first two depicted a woman drinking alone and her unsteady steps toward the bedroom, both already finalized.

Only the final print—the woman lying drunkenly on the bed—remained unfinished, even the preliminary sketch still undecided.

After more than thirty drafts and several discussions with her mentor, none of the revisions satisfied her. She felt they lacked a certain seductive allure, failing to convey the desired atmosphere of desire and sensuality.

Exasperated by her relentless questioning, her mentor finally left her with a single piece of advice: “Art stems from life.”

Lu Jia pondered for a long time before finally deciding to visit Mist Island that very night.

This bar catered exclusively to female patrons and was located near M University, renowned for its art department. Most of the customers who frequented the place were women who liked women.

Perhaps… maybe… the chances of someone agreeing to her request would be higher here, she thought.

She wanted to find a woman to… experiment with.

Observe her reactions and use them as inspiration for her line drawings.

But after two weeks of visits, Lu Jia hadn’t found a suitable subject. Instead, she’d already downed nearly twenty Mojitos.

The manager raised an eyebrow and gestured toward a booth on the right, deeper inside the bar.

“We have a new guest tonight who seems to fit your description perfectly. Want to go introduce yourself?”

Having heard similar remarks countless times, Lu Jia lowered her head, took a sip of her drink, and glanced across the room without much expectation.

Just one glance.

Lu Jia’s hand trembled, nearly dislodging the lime wedge perched on the rim of her glass.

A slender, long-haired woman sat there, wearing a wine-red dress that accentuated her curves. Her face was exquisitely beautiful, her peach-blossom eyes brimming with a captivating allure.

She was almost identical to the protagonist in Lu Jia’s drawings—from her figure to her aura, they were practically mirror images.

Lu Jia blinked, steadied herself, and looked again in disbelief.

It was still exactly the same.

The sweet, clear liquor spread across her tongue, carrying a faint alcoholic tingle that served as a tangible reminder: this was no illusion.

It was as if the woman from her painting had stepped into reality, transforming into a living, breathing person right before her eyes.

Lu Jia didn’t know how to react.

When the woman’s gaze seemed to turn in her direction, Lu Jia’s heart tightened. She hastily gulped down another mouthful of wine, tilting her head back to avoid eye contact and missing the subtle lift of the woman’s eyebrow.

“What do you think? Does she look like your character?”

The manager, who had seen Lu Jia’s sketches before and was familiar with the protagonist’s appearance, asked eagerly. “This guest has been here for a while. If you hadn’t come over soon, I was about to call you.”

Lu Jia paused, then softly replied, “Yes, she does.”

She glanced back at the woman, staring a little too openly.

The beautiful woman had already shifted her gaze and was now seated in a nearby booth. A young woman sat on either side of her, their postures intimate yet not overtly flirtatious.

The atmosphere was strangely enigmatic.

To prepare for her graduation project, Lu Jia had been researching topics related to desire, studying every detail from body language to facial expressions. She felt she had a decent grasp of the subject.

The woman seemed affectionate with her companions, yet there was no inappropriate physical contact.

Unlike the other couples in the booths who were kissing openly, even the casual embraces common during drinking games were absent.

Instead, she simply held her wine glass, calmly clinking glasses with her companions.

As she tilted her head back, Lu Jia noticed the woman’s pale, slender neck and the silver rose pendant hanging just below her collarbone. The tassel rested perfectly in the deep V-neckline, precisely at the curve of her cleavage.

Having worked here for half a month under the manager’s guidance, Lu Jia had gained some experience.

This woman’s effortless control over social interactions didn’t feel like forced aloofness or a deliberate attempt to appear refined. Every gesture exuded effortless confidence.

Could I… really ask her?

“Why aren’t you going yet?”

The manager clicked his tongue and shook his head when he saw Lu Jia hadn’t moved.

Having just finished mixing a margarita, he winked at her, picked up the glass, and stepped out from behind the bar.

“What are you going to do?” Lu Jia asked, surprised, a vague premonition rising in her heart.

The manager raised an eyebrow. “Aren’t you too shy? I’ll give you a little push. If it works out, remember to thank me later.”

Lu Jia didn’t have time to stop her.

She watched helplessly as the manager carried the drink to the woman, exchanged a few words, and then gestured back toward Lu Jia’s seat.

The alcohol surged through her veins, her ears burning.

Before Lu Jia could look away, she met the woman’s gaze. The woman smiled warmly, her eyes crinkling at the corners, and gave a slight nod.

She looks even more like her, Lu Jia thought.

The woman’s features were striking yet alluring, and her smile was a perfect mirror of the person Lu Jia remembered.

Lu Jia dimly recalled returning an awkward smile.

When the manager sauntered back, Lu Jia finally regained her composure. “Excuse me, what did you… say to her?”

The manager replied casually, “I told her you thought she was beautiful and ordered a drink for her, hoping to get to know her.”

Lu Jia paused.

It was certainly much better than the clumsy approach she had rehearsed in her head, and far less presumptuous.

It was certainly a much lower risk of getting punched than asking straight out, “Would you like to spend the night with me?”

“She ordered it for you, said it was her treat.”

The manager’s hands moved deftly as he slid a Long Island Iced Tea across the counter to Lu Jia, adding a friendly warning, “Take it easy, this one packs a punch.”

Her fingertips brushed the glass, still chilled from the ice.

Lu Jia lowered her gaze. “Okay, thank you.”

This was her first time trying a drink other than a Mojito. It wasn’t bitter at all, even a little sweet, tasting much like iced tea.

Before she knew it, she’d drained more than half the glass, and the aftereffects began to creep in.

She grew increasingly dazed, staring down at the gently rippling surface of the drink. The manager’s voice drifted lazily from across the counter, “Xiao Lu, if you don’t go introduce yourself soon, she’ll be leaving.”

Lu Jia immediately turned her head.

Sure enough, the woman had already risen gracefully from her seat, the other girls in the booth waving goodbye.

Her fingers tightened around the glass. Lu Jia tilted her head back and drained the remaining Long Island Iced Tea in one gulp.

If she didn’t act now, she might never get another chance.

But… this was the first time she’d ever asked someone if they were interested.

Even though she’d mentally prepared herself when she first stepped into Fog Island Bar two weeks ago, after so many disappointments and then suddenly encountering a near-perfect match, Lu Jia found herself hesitating.

Would that woman really agree to try something with her?

She didn’t know.

But after half a month of searching, this was the only customer who perfectly fit her ideal image. She couldn’t let this opportunity slip away.

Lu Jia’s alcohol tolerance was notoriously poor. The intoxication rushed to her head quickly and intensely, clouding her judgment and loosening her tongue.

“What’s wrong?”

Sheng Shubai raised an eyebrow at the girl who had suddenly blocked her path. “Looking to exchange numbers, little sister?”

She was in town for a few days on business and had come to Fog Island Bar on a friend’s recommendation, with no intention of expanding her social circle. She hadn’t even exchanged numbers with the other women at her booth tonight.

But this girl… she certainly fit Sheng Shubai’s type.

A smile curved Sheng Shubai’s lips as she watched the girl hesitate, her eyes sparkling with amusement.

Earlier, in the booth, she had glanced at the other woman and, to her surprise, felt a flicker of genuine interest.

The woman’s appearance was genuinely youthful, not just feigned innocence. She seemed utterly out of place in this environment, yet she sat alone at the bar, making her impossible to ignore.

If they were in C City, Sheng Shubai would have likely struck up a conversation. But since this was just a business trip and she doubted they’d meet again, she reluctantly turned away.

She never expected this demure, soft-spoken girl to send her a drink, making the first move.

Having already exchanged drinks, there was no harm in getting to know each other.

Sheng Shubai gestured with her phone. “Should I scan your QR code, or you scan mine?”

“Not to add friends,” Lu Jia murmured.

Her voice, tinged with intoxication, made her words linger slightly.

A beam of light fell precisely on their spot, shifting the lighting to a brighter hue. Sheng Shubai noticed that the girl’s eyes held not just a hazy drunkenness, but also a faint blush on her earlobes, visible through her hair.

This was exactly the kind of innocent “little rabbit” type she found most intriguing.

With patient curiosity, she pressed, “Then why did you stop me? What do you want?”

Lu Jia was mesmerized by the woman’s striking beauty, even more captivating than the protagonists in her own drawings—more alluring, more vibrant.

Her drunken mind clouded her judgment. She murmured, “I want… to do it with you…”