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

Late spring, the night breeze carried a refreshing coolness.

It was past midnight, yet Fog Island Bar, located not far from downtown M City, buzzed with its usual lively energy.

Lu Jia pushed open the door, and the sultry, seductive strains of blues music spilled 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 shifting, dim lighting cast across her composed face revealed no hint of awkwardness at her apparent misplacement.

Lu Jia glanced up at the dazzling lights, deftly 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’re so obsessed with?”

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 backpack. “The usual—a Mojito.”

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

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

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

Lu Jia’s feigned composure was transparent to the Manager. The alluring woman smiled knowingly, resting her chin in her hand as she asked if Lu Jia had been tricked into coming.

After all, Lu Jia’s naive, innocent demeanor stood out like a sore thumb. Within just two minutes of entering, several patrons had already cast curious glances her way.

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 was “Drunken Night,” its mood capturing the hazy, sensual joy of a spring evening.

The series consisted of three prints. The first two depicted a woman drinking alone and her swaying gait as she stumbled toward the bedroom—both already finalized.

Only the final piece, showing the woman sprawled drunkenly on the bed, remained unfinished, lacking even a finalized sketch.

After more than thirty drafts and several discussions with her mentor, none of the revisions satisfied her. She felt they lacked the alluring, seductive quality she sought, failing to convey the desired atmosphere of desire.

Exasperated by her persistent 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 visiting Mist Island that very night.

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

Maybe… perhaps… 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 then use them as reference for her line drawings.

But after half a month, Lu Jia hadn’t found a suitable subject, and she’d already downed nearly twenty Mojitos.

The manager raised an eyebrow and gestured toward a booth on the right side, 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 clinging to the rim of her glass.

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

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 in disbelief, and looked again.

It was still exactly the same.

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

It was as if the woman from her painting had stepped into reality, transforming into a real person right before her eyes, close enough to touch.

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 hurriedly took another gulp of wine, tilting her head back to avoid eye contact and missing the woman’s slightly raised 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 appearance of her protagonist, asked excitedly.

“This guest has been here for quite a while. If you hadn’t come over soon, I was about to call you.”

Lu Jia paused, then softly uttered a single word: “Yes.”

She turned to look at the woman again, staring rudely.

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

It was a deeply enigmatic atmosphere.

To prepare for her graduation project, Lu Jia had recently 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 hugs common during drinking games were absent. Instead, she simply held her wine glass and calmly clinked glasses with her companions.

As the woman tilted her head back, Lu Jia noticed her slender, pale neck and a silver rose pendant hanging just below her collarbone. The tassel of the pendant 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, who effortlessly maintained the perfect balance in her interactions without seeming aloof or pretentious, moved with a natural grace and 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.

Just as he 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 she could look away, Lu Jia 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 almost identical to the one Lu Jia remembered.

Lu Jia vaguely recalled returning an awkward smile.

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

The manager replied casually, “I told her you thought she was beautiful and ordered a drink to send over, 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 approach than asking straight out, “Would you like to spend the night with me?”—which would almost guarantee a punch in the face.

“She ordered this for you,” the manager said, his hands moving deftly as he slid a Long Island Iced Tea across the counter to Lu Jia. “Said it was her way of returning the favor.”

He added with 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 realized it, she’d drunk 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. Just then, the manager’s voice drifted over, “Xiao Lu, if you don’t go introduce yourself soon, she’s going to leave.”

Lu Jia immediately turned her head.

Sure enough, the woman had already risen gracefully from her seat, and the other girls in the booth were 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 half a month ago, after so many disappointments and then suddenly encountering an almost 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 truly fit her ideal image. She couldn’t let this opportunity slip away.

Lu Jia’s alcohol tolerance was notoriously low. The alcohol hit her hard and fast, clouding her judgment and loosening her tongue.

“What’s wrong?”

Sheng Shubai raised an eyebrow at the girl who had suddenly blocked her path. “Sister, are you asking for my contact information?”

She was here on a business trip and had come to Fog Island Bar on a friend’s recommendation, with no intention of expanding her social circle. She hadn’t exchanged numbers with any of the girls at her booth tonight.

But this one… this one was definitely her type.

Sheng Shubai’s lips curved into a smile, her eyes sparkling with amusement as the girl hesitated, her words caught in her throat.

Earlier, in the booth, she had glanced at the other woman and found herself unexpectedly intrigued.

The girl’s appearance was genuinely youthful, not just feigned innocence.

She seemed completely out of place in this environment, yet she sat alone at the bar, drawing attention despite herself.

If they were in C City, Sheng Shubai would likely have struck up a conversation.

But this was just a business trip, and she doubted they’d meet again. With a hint of regret, she looked away.

She never expected this seemingly docile girl to send her a drink, making the first move.

Since they’d already exchanged drinks, getting to know each other wouldn’t hurt.

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

“Not to add friends.”

The words were barely audible.

Her clear, cool voice was softened by alcohol, and Lu Jia unconsciously drew out the syllables.

A beam of light happened to fall on their spot, shifting the lighting to a brighter hue.

Sheng Shubai noticed that the girl’s eyes weren’t the only thing flushed with a light intoxication; the tips of her ears, visible beneath her hair, were also crimson.

The perfect little bunny type, Sheng Shubai thought, the kind she’d always been drawn to.

She asked patiently, “Then why did you stop me? What do you want?”

Lu Jia was mesmerized by the woman’s striking beauty up close—more alluring and vibrant than any character she’d ever drawn.

Her judgment clouded by alcohol, she murmured, “I want to… do things with you…”