After a One-Night Stand with a Seductive Bad Woman - Chapter 2

Sheng Shubai raised an eyebrow in surprise.

Having lived past her early thirties and seen countless faces in bars, she had encountered countless women making overt and subtle advances.

She never expected this young woman, who looked like a naive student, to make such a direct proposition upon first meeting.

She’s definitely asking the wrong person.

Sheng Shubai chuckled, assuming Lu Jia was too drunk to think clearly. “Little sister, do you know what you’re saying?”

Lu Jia’s eyes were watery, but her logic remained surprisingly clear.

She quickly explained her reasons, carefully choosing her words. “So, would you be willing to… do it with me?”

The last word was spoken so softly that it would have been barely audible if they weren’t standing so close.

A graduation project?

What a novel pickup line. Sheng Shubai had never heard anything like it before.

She curled her lips into a smile, studying the well-behaved little white rabbit before her. She had to admit, she was intrigued.

Not because of the reason itself, but…

Seeing the woman’s prolonged silence and the meaningful way she was looking her up and down, Lu Jia’s sixth sense detected an inexplicable unease.

Forcing herself to remain calm, she quickly added, “If you’re willing, I’ll agree to any conditions.”

“Conditions?”

Sheng Shubai’s voice was languid as her gaze settled on the girl’s slender, pale neck. She repeated slowly, “Anything I want? Anything at all?”

Lu Jia thought that as long as the conditions weren’t too outlandish, she could afford to compensate materially. She nodded. “Yes.”

In the next moment, Sheng Shubai took Lu Jia’s wrist in her hand. The grip wasn’t tight, just enough to encircle the wrist bone and signal Lu Jia to follow her out.

“Huh?” Lu Jia trailed after her, unsure of the woman’s intentions.

“To the hotel, of course.”

Hearing Lu Jia’s confusion, Sheng Shubai stopped and leaned in close. The intimate warmth brushed against Lu Jia’s ear, sending a shiver down her spine.

“Didn’t you say… you wanted to do it?”

In the brightly lit hotel room, Sheng Shubai leaned casually against the edge of the desk, watching the girl before her with amusement.

Contrary to the steamy scenario she’d imagined, Lu Jia was pulling items from her backpack one by one:

“This is my student ID, these are the first two printed drafts of my graduation project, and this is…”

When Lu Jia produced a medical examination report and offered it to her, Sheng Shubai rubbed her temples and chuckled helplessly. “You’re quite thorough.”

This was also her first time progressing this far with someone.

Are all young people these days so meticulous?

Sheng Shubai didn’t understand, but she respected it.

“Do you want me to get a checkup report for you too?”

Lu Jia glanced down at the student ID lying on the table, not bothering to open it. When she saw the name “M University,” her eyebrows arched slightly.

This business trip had brought her to M University’s Academy of Fine Arts, where they were hosting a watercolor exhibition. An old friend had invited her to serve as a consulting advisor.

After a moment’s thought, Lu Jia shook her head. “No need to trouble yourself.”

It’s just for one night, she reasoned. We probably won’t see each other again after this. Since I was the one who invited her, it should… be fine.

“Miss Sheng, do you have any other questions?”

They had already exchanged names, but Lu Jia wasn’t sure how to address the woman properly. Judging by her appearance, Sheng Shubai was several years older. Calling her by her full name felt too formal, and she couldn’t think of anything else.

“Yes.”

Sheng Shubai rolled up the checkup report and pressed one end of the paper tube against Lu Jia’s chin. Lu Jia instinctively tilted her head up, meeting Sheng Shubai’s gaze.

The woman’s thin lips parted slightly. “Can we kiss?”

Lu Jia swallowed hard.

According to the romance movies I’ve seen, she thought, this might make her more aroused, which would allow me to observe her more closely later.

After a few seconds of hesitation, Lu Jia nodded. “Yes.”

Even as she was pressed against the bathroom mirror, Lu Jia remained dazed and disoriented.

“W-wait a minute,” she stammered, gripping the edge of the sink. The cool porcelain momentarily restored a few seconds of clarity.

Before anything could begin, she struggled backward, pressing against Sheng Shubai’s hand. “Miss Sheng, shouldn’t… I be the one doing this?”

And why here?

According to the scene in the painting, shouldn’t we be in the bedroom?

Sheng Shubai’s fingertip traced down Lu Jia’s spine, pausing at the delicate curve of her lower back.

Her right hand circled around Lu Jia’s neck, lifting her chin to face the mirror.

“To capture the atmosphere you described, wouldn’t experiencing it firsthand—rather than just observing someone else—allow you to grasp the subtle nuances more deeply?”

The woman’s voice was soft and persuasive.

“Looking in the mirror will help you observe more clearly, don’t you think?”

Breathless from the kiss, Lu Jia struggled to regain her composure, weighing the credibility of Sheng Shubai’s words. After a moment’s hesitation, she nodded.

“Then, wouldn’t using a more intimate term of address make it easier to immerse yourself in the emotion?”

The seductive tone returned, like the gentle, rhythmic lapping of waves.

Lu Jia’s thoughts were in disarray, but she remembered Sheng Shubai’s earlier words. “Then… what should I call you?”

A soft, enigmatic chuckle rippled through the air.

Pressed back against the wall by the woman’s touch, Lu Jia unconsciously leaned back. Then, a languid voice drifted into her ear:

“Just call me… Jiejie.”

The next morning, Sheng Shubai was jolted awake by a notification on her phone.

Her eyes snapped open, and she immediately sat up, fully alert, when she saw a figure standing beside her bed.

“Up so early?”

Having slept late the previous night, Sheng Shubai sat up and glanced at Lu Jia, who was already dressed. “Are you heading back to school?” she asked with concern.

The strap of her nightgown had slipped halfway off her shoulder, revealing several fresh, crimson marks.

Sheng Shubai paid no mind, but Lu Jia awkwardly averted her gaze.

Near the center of Sheng Shubai’s chest was a striking cinnabar mole.

Lu Jia had been unable to resist stealing glances at it throughout the night, her eyes lingering longingly.

Now, the skin around the mole was mottled with varying shades of red—all from Lu Jia’s bites.

“What’s that you’re holding?” Sheng Shubai tilted her chin toward Lu Jia’s right hand, which was hidden behind her back.

When Sheng Shubai had first woken up, she’d seen Lu Jia about to place something on the bedside table before suddenly jerking back and concealing it.

When Lu Jia hesitantly handed it over, Sheng Shubai nearly burst out laughing in disbelief as she read the paper.

“A check?”

She raised her eyes again, her voice laced with sarcasm. “Is this the ‘condition’ you mentioned?”

The two words were drawn out with deliberate emphasis, making Lu Jia feel even more guilty.

She hadn’t known what kind of compensation to offer Sheng Shubai. Before falling asleep, she had mustered the courage to ask, but Sheng Shubai had insisted they were even and dismissed the matter.

After much deliberation, Lu Jia still felt uneasy.

So, in addition to leaving the check, she attached a sticky note to the back, writing down her contact information.

If Sheng Shubai felt it wasn’t enough, she could contact Lu Jia, who was willing to offer further compensation.

Only when she saw the woman’s exasperated expression did Lu Jia realize how insensitive she had been.

“I… this doesn’t count. Miss Sheng, you can ask for anything you want.”

Sheng Shubai glanced at her sideways, offering no response.

The sticky note was peeled off the back of the check and set aside, followed by the sound of paper tearing.

Lu Jia lowered her gaze, watching silently as the woman tore the check into shreds, not daring to make a sound.

“Go throw it away,” Sheng Shubai said in a tone devoid of emotion.

Lu Jia quickly extended her hand, allowing Sheng Shubai to scatter the shredded paper into her palm. The woman even poked her palm with her fingertips, as if in anger.

Fortunately, her nails were neatly trimmed and rounded, so it didn’t hurt.

Lu Jia hurried to the trash can on the other side of the room and paused when she saw it was nearly overflowing with crumpled white paper balls.

She realized even more how outrageous her actions had been.

After spending the night together… like that, she had woken up wanting to leave a check and walk away. This was even more melodramatic than the most cliché plots in old-fashioned novels.

Returning to Sheng Shubai’s side, Lu Jia waited quietly for the woman to speak.

Sheng Shubai asked, “Change the condition? Anything?”

“Ten conditions, if you like,” Lu Jia replied, her sincerity unmistakable.

Sheng Shubai crooked her finger, gesturing for Lu Jia to lean closer.

The woman slowly unbuttoned Lu Jia’s shirt, revealing several kiss marks below her collarbone. Sheng Shubai’s fingertip traced the darkest mark, pressing down lightly.

Lu Jia flinched, involuntarily recalling the… sensation of being kissed there. She clenched her fingers, suppressing the moan that nearly escaped her lips.

“Come back tonight. But this time, you won’t have the chance to take the initiative. I’ll be the one in control.”

Sheng Shubai’s peach blossom eyes lifted, catching the faint flush creeping up Lu Jia’s ears. Yet the girl nodded in agreement to her demand.

Sheng Shubai’s mood brightened slightly, a smile curving her lips.

She released Lu Jia’s collarbone and gently patted the girl’s cheek, her tone as coaxing as the night before. “Good girl, Little Sister Lu.”

After spending the night together, Sheng Shubai had a rough understanding of Lu Jia’s personality.

Realizing the girl hadn’t meant to offend her, Sheng Shubai decided to let it go.

“Alright, this hotel has a decent breakfast. If you’re not in a rush, why don’t we eat together before you head back to school?”

Since Sheng Shubai suggested it, Lu Jia naturally agreed.

She didn’t have any pressing matters to attend to that day anyway.

Lu Jia had woken up early, partly due to her biological clock and partly because she had originally planned to make a quick escape.

But now, she was willing to do whatever Sheng Shubai asked.

It wasn’t just about sharing breakfast; if the woman had asked to… consume her, Lu Jia would have gladly obliged.

The hotel was luxurious, and the breakfast was indeed delicious.

During their casual conversation, Sheng Shubai mentioned she was here on a business trip for a few days. Lu Jia suddenly realized: No wonder there was no check-in process last night. Instead, I just registered my information again, and the room already showed signs of occupancy.

Halfway through their meal, Sheng Shubai received a phone call and said she had to leave for urgent business.

Lu Jia tucked away the room key Sheng Shubai handed her and continued eating her steaming bowl of shredded pork noodle soup. Moments later, her phone screen lit up.

It was a new friend request.

She tapped to open it. The username was simply “Sheng,” and the profile picture showed a woman in sunglasses, posing sideways against a backdrop of snow-capped mountains.

Judging by the silhouette, it was likely a photo of Sheng Shubai herself.

Lu Jia scrutinized the woman’s bone structure in the photo, her gaze tracing from forehead to jawline. Her thoughts drifted off track several times.

Once, it was her nose.

During last night’s kiss, she hadn’t known to tilt her head. After several clumsy collisions, the woman had rubbed her nose tip and glared at her playfully.

Another time, it was her lip.

Just now, as Sheng Shubai got up to wash, she sighed at the mirror, complaining that Lu Jia had bitten her lip hard enough to draw bl00d, making her favorite lipsticks temporarily unusable.

Lu Jia paused halfway through picking up a strand of noodles, suddenly wondering if Sheng Shubai’s refusal to let her initiate tonight was because her clumsy technique had hurt her last night.

That can’t be right.

Sheng Shubai had clearly been just as aroused, her moans never ceasing, and her grip on Lu Jia’s arm had been painfully tight.

Just then, a message popped up on her phone:

“You were exhausted last night. If you’re not busy, you can go back to your room and catch up on sleep. I told the front desk to wait until after noon to clean.”

Having parted only recently, there was no need for polite formalities.

Lu Jia had always been direct, and she was genuinely curious:

“Miss Sheng, I have a question.”

“Is my technique really that bad?”