After a One-Night Stand with a Seductive Bad Woman - Chapter 3

Sheng Shubai had just arrived at the exhibition hall.

 

Hearing a notification, she glanced down at her phone and nearly stumbled.

 

She rubbed her temples and replied honestly, “It’s okay, but there’s room for improvement.”

 

Afraid of being too harsh and damaging the young man’s confidence, she added after a pause, “Mostly, you need to practice your kissing technique. That bite was too hard. No teeth tonight.”

 

Just one night, and a clear bite mark had appeared on her lip.

 

Earlier, when she met up with an old friend, Sheng Shubai had cursed the boy inwardly, thinking, Sharp teeth and a sharper tongue.

 

We were both kissing for the first time. How come I managed not to bite her?

 

“The iron tree has finally bloomed, Professor Sheng,” her friend quipped, accepting the Americano she’d brought.

 

Sheng Shubai glanced at the lush greenery of the plaza, pretending not to hear clearly, and abruptly changed the subject. “Yes, it’s late spring already, yet the landscaping in your city remains so beautiful.”

 

Two more vibrations.

 

I’ll study hard and improve together.

 

[Handshake][Handshake][Handshake]

 

What did that mean?

 

Sheng Shubai was initially stunned by the three cheesy handshake emojis. The phrase “improve together” made it hard not to suspect a veiled jab: her kissing skills aren’t exactly top-tier either.

 

She closed her eyes and took a deep breath.

 

Between “passive-aggressive sarcasm” and “polite but out-of-touch sincerity,” Sheng Shubai leaned toward the latter.

 

Recalling Lu Jia’s behavior since last night, she tapped the upper-right corner to access the friend information edit screen.

 

Her finger hovered for a moment before she changed Lu Jia’s nickname to: Little Old-Fashioned.

 

Lu Jia wasn’t particularly sleepy, so she returned to campus without delay.

 

After experiencing what she had last night, she deeply resonated with her mentor’s words: Art truly stems from life.

 

Inspiration struck her almost immediately. Midway through, Lu Jia tried to grab her tablet to jot down a few notes, but Sheng Shubai wouldn’t let her. The woman’s embrace was skillfully applied, making it impossible to break free.

 

Sheng Shubai insisted that finding inspiration required uninterrupted focus.

 

Lu Jia found her reasoning sound.

 

She was indeed carried back to the desk. Sheng Shubai pressed the stylus into Lu Jia’s hand, wrapped her arms around her from behind, and kissed the crown of her head.

 

“Feeling more inspired now?”

 

Though her elbow could still prop her up against the desk, her vision seemed clouded by a haze, making it impossible to discern specific lines within the intricate sketch.

 

Every time Lu Jia tried to seize a moment to put pen to paper, her hand seemed to move in sync with the person behind her, causing the stylus to stutter and twist erratically.

 

In the end… the drawing naturally didn’t turn out as intended.

 

Still, marking a few key areas for revision—specifically the curves that needed adjustment—helped her recall the flashes of inspiration, which was good enough.

 

Lu Jia pulled out the previous drafts she had discussed with her mentor, printed them all out, and laid them side by side for comparison. Her focus shifted from the woman’s expression and posture to adding details in other areas of the composition.

 

She deliberately adjusted the position of the thin blanket in the line art to conceal a portion of the woman’s curves.

 

She revealed the half-hidden curve of the calf and the delicate ankle bones, adding several more creases to the bedsheets and the hem of the skirt.

 

When it came time to refine the expression, Lu Jia unconsciously recalled her own reflection in the mirror from the previous night.

 

She remembered the woman biting her lip and calling out her name during their two subsequent encounters.

 

The recent experience remained vividly clear in her mind.

 

Noticing her breathing becoming uneven, Lu Jia steadied her thoughts.

 

Now wasn’t the time for such distractions. With another opportunity to practice tonight, she needed to revise the line art first and discuss it with her mentor in the afternoon.

 

If there were still areas needing refinement, she could use the opportunity to observe Sheng Shubai again when she went over tonight.

 

The thought of relying on Sheng Shubai as a reference again made Lu Jia feel even more guilty.

 

Throughout the afternoon, after her discussion with her mentor, she buried herself in studying the supplementary materials her friend had sent.

 

She aimed to deepen her theoretical knowledge before their meeting tonight.

 

By evening, just before eight o’clock, Lu Jia arrived at the hotel on time and sent Sheng Shubai a message:

 

“Miss Sheng, I’m downstairs. Is it a good time to come up?”

 

Lu Jia wasn’t sure if Sheng Shubai was showering, but she had brought her own pajamas and toiletries for the night.

 

Last night, Lu Jia had hastily borrowed one of Sheng Shubai’s nightgowns. The fabric was so thin that she felt cold on her chest and legs all night.

 

After waiting two minutes, Sheng Shubai replied that she had an unavoidable last-minute business dinner to attend. She had to make an appearance but would be back in about an hour, asking Lu Jia to go upstairs first.

 

Lu Jia agreed.

 

Even after a thorough shower, she still had nearly half an hour to spare.

 

She decided to pull out her tablet and continue reviewing the reference materials her mentor had sent her that afternoon.

 

It was a silver-medal-winning printmaking piece from many years ago, not from a particularly prestigious or well-known competition. The artist’s name was simply “L,” and no contact information could be found.

 

Yet the atmosphere of the artwork resonated deeply with the seductive woman Lu Jia envisioned for her own piece, making it an invaluable reference.

 

She searched the internet using various keywords, managing to find a few other works by the same artist. However, due to the age of the pieces and the poor quality of the images, the lines became blurry when she zoomed in too far.

 

Lost in concentration as she studied the tablet, headphones on, Lu Jia didn’t notice Sheng Shubai approaching until she was right beside her.

 

Startled by the sudden proximity, Lu Jia’s fingers instinctively returned to the screen.

 

“What are you looking at… a painting?”

 

Sheng Shubai’s gaze fell on the tablet Lu Jia was holding. The previously zoomed-in image shrank back to its original size. Sheng Shubai paused, the casual question she had been about to ask hanging in the air for a moment.

 

She’s very familiar with this print.

 

Regaining her composure, Sheng Shubai asked, “Are you studying printmaking?”

 

Last night, when Lu Jia had shown her the printed draft of her graduation project, Sheng Shubai had only glanced at it, not bothering to inquire about her specific major.

 

Now, seeing the print on the screen, she realized Lu Jia was studying this field.

 

Lu Jia nodded, her curiosity piqued. “Miss Sheng, do you know about printmaking too?”

 

Most laypeople were more familiar with watercolor and oil painting. Recognizing this as a print at a glance suggested Sheng Shubai had some knowledge of the subject.

 

Sheng Shubai hesitated for a few seconds before replying, her tone neutral, “I’ve just heard of it.”

 

Before Lu Jia could respond, Sheng Shubai turned away, placing her bag in the corner of the table. “I’ll go wash up first. You can get back to work.”

 

Lu Jia watched Sheng Shubai’s retreating figure, words lingering on her lips.

 

When Sheng Shubai emerged from the shower, she gathered her damp hair ends. Her long, wavy locks cascaded over her shoulders, contrasting sharply with the expanse of pale skin revealed at her chest.

 

She glanced at Lu Jia’s pajamas, her expression unreadable. “You’re wearing that to bed?”

 

When she had first returned, she hadn’t noticed the girl’s outfit.

 

Now, seeing dozens of cartoon sheep in pink and white all over Lu Jia’s pajamas, Sheng Shubai fell silent. She hadn’t even counted two sheep before feeling drowsy.

 

“I specifically looked through my closet for this one. It’s the most suitable,” Lu Jia said.

 

Noticing that Sheng Shubai’s tone had returned to normal, as if her earlier inexplicable moodiness had been fleeting, Lu Jia didn’t ask about it and continued on the topic.

 

She had carefully chosen her pajamas before coming.

 

Compared to her usual sleepwear, this set—brought from home during the New Year—was, at best, the tallest among the short.

 

Sheng Shubai didn’t believe her.

 

But when Lu Jia actually showed her the purchase records, it was true: plain, long-sleeved, long-legged pajamas from the same store, covered in tiny dots.

 

The neckline reached all the way to the chin, and even on the model, the outfit radiated an air of asexual indifference from top to bottom. Yet Lu Jia had bought four sets in different colors.

 

“They’re just really comfortable,” Lu Jia explained. “And I don’t need to dress up in the dorm.”

 

Lu Jia hesitated for a moment, swallowing back the next sentence: “Or I’ll just buy different pajamas next time.”

 

She knew Sheng Shubai was only here on a business trip.

 

Besides, the final draft of her graduation project would be finalized soon, and there wouldn’t be any more opportunities to see each other in pajamas.

 

“Or just don’t wear anything at all?”

 

Compared to the glaringly white cartoon sheep, Sheng Shubai would rather see other white things—at least they’d be beautiful and soft to the touch.

 

Lu Jia clutched her buttons. “It’ll be cold.”

 

Based on last night’s experience, each session lasted so long that even with the air conditioning on, her exposed navel made her feel like she’d easily catch a chill.

 

Even during her usual afternoon naps, she always made sure to pull a corner of the blanket over her stomach, even when wearing pajamas.

 

Sheng Shubai rubbed her temples. “But if you wear that, I’ll feel like I’m having s3x with a minor. It’s really unsettling.”

 

“You promised this morning that you’d let me take the lead all night, right?”

 

Her words struck home. For Lu Jia, who always kept her promises, this was a decisive checkmate.

 

After some discussion, Lu Jia chose to temporarily drape herself in one of Sheng Shubai’s shirts, fastening only the two buttons around her waist, leaving the rest open.

 

Sheng Shubai rarely wore shirts, and the few she owned tended to be loose and oversized. Lu Jia was only a few centimeters shorter than her, and the shirt’s hem barely concealed her lower body.

 

This time, they weren’t in the bathroom.

 

The blanket was spread out in front of the full-length mirror, allowing Lu Jia to carefully observe what kind of poses the sketch required for reference.

 

Kneeling on the soft, plush blanket, bathed in the warm glow of the overhead light and the bright halo surrounding the mirror, she leaned against Sheng Shubai for support and gazed into the mirror.

 

Modeling for herself, even for the second time, still felt remarkably new.

 

Sheng Shubai proved to be an exceptional instructor.

 

She guided Lu Jia’s movements step-by-step, helping her achieve the poses needed to capture the sketch’s intended effect, which would serve as reference for her drawing.

 

While focusing on observing her own expressions, Lu Jia recalled some difficulties she had encountered while revising the sketch earlier that day and shared them with Sheng Shubai. The woman paused for a few seconds, glanced into the mirror, and gestured for Lu Jia to turn sideways.

 

As Lu Jia gradually realized the errors in her line drawing, she couldn’t help but feel a surge of admiration. Miss Sheng was truly remarkable.

 

She tilted her head to praise Sheng Shubai, her cheek brushing against the woman’s hair. Freshly showered, the ends of Sheng Shubai’s hair were still damp, leaving faint, watery marks on the light brown blanket.

 

The soft glow of the LED strip lights diffused gently across their vision.

 

It wasn’t just Sheng Shubai’s slender, elegant hands that caught the light; the warm, watery hues also illuminated her wrists and forearms.

 

Everywhere, the light seemed to caress her skin like warm, creamy jade, so captivating that Lu Jia couldn’t tear her eyes away.

 

She stared intently, hoping to imprint these details in her mind for future reference when drawing beautiful women.

 

By the time she had memorized the reference poses she wanted, it was late. As she prepared to sleep, Lu Jia instinctively tugged the corner of the blanket over her navel, fearing she might catch a chill. But Sheng Shubai gently pulled it back.

 

“Mmm…”

 

The words Lu Jia was about to speak caught in her throat as the woman lowered her head and kissed her earlobe.

 

A soft, teasing voice followed:

 

“If you cover up, I can’t continue studying the details. But I have a solution—you won’t get cold.”