After a One-Night Stand with a Seductive Bad Woman - Chapter 4

The hotel pillows were already quite high, and with three of the four now propped beneath Lu Jia, her lower abdomen was well insulated from the cold.

A hand supported her side, and though she couldn’t see Sheng Shubai’s expression behind her, the woman’s words never ceased.

Demanding to hear her call her “Sister” and peppering her with questions about her artistic inspiration, Lu Jia had no choice but to respond.

Even when lost in her own thoughts, she could still hear Sheng Shubai’s gentle voice asking if she had any complaints, mentioning that last night had been her first attempt as well.

“No, Miss Sheng…” Lu Jia croaked, too drained to turn around.

Lu Jia genuinely had no complaints, except for that moment at the desk last night when Sheng Shubai had pressed down too hard.

It had been so intense that when she met with her mentor that afternoon, she had to lean on her left hand for support after only a few minutes of bending over the tablet her mentor was holding.

Tonight, Lu Jia had discussed this with the woman beforehand, and the pressure had been significantly reduced.

She loved it.

The session lasted nearly four hours.

During breaks, Sheng Shubai fed her water. They finally stopped around 2 a.m.

The woman leaned against the headboard, twirling a strand of hair around her fingertip. “Tired?”

Lu Jia shook her head, her gaze drifting down along the woman’s elegant collarbone to the obvious hickeys below.

The rest of her body was concealed by the high neckline of her nightgown, but Lu Jia knew exactly what lay beneath.

During the second half of their encounter, when they had switched positions, Sheng Shubai had leaned in close, and Lu Jia couldn’t resist tilting her head back to kiss her, leaving plenty of marks in return.

The crumpled nightgown, twisted by her own hands, lay bunched beneath the woman’s waist, her smooth, slender legs crossed. The delicate warmth of her skin brushed against Lu Jia’s, melting like lamb’s fat.

Still lost in the memory of their recent passion, Lu Jia felt a gentle tug on her hair. The touch was soft, and she looked up at Sheng Shubai.

Sheng Shubai raised an eyebrow, her voice deliberately teasing. “Want to try?”

She had noticed Lu Jia’s gaze repeatedly drifting down to the area hidden by her nightgown’s hem.

Lu Jia maintained a composed expression. “No.”

After all, she had promised Sheng Shubai beforehand that she would only be passive tonight.

A woman should keep her word.

Besides… Lu Jia was actually more interested in grabbing her tablet right now.

Inspiration struck unexpectedly.

Regarding the leg lines in her sketch, she suddenly envisioned a… perhaps more fitting way to render them.

Sheng Shubai had just released a strand of Lu Jia’s hair when she saw the girl flip out of bed.

“What are you doing?”

As Sheng Shubai wondered, Lu Jia opened her tablet, the screen’s blinding white light illuminating the dim room.

Sheng Shubai sighed and switched on the overhead light. “Be careful with your eyes.”

It was just a few minor adjustments.

Lu Jia quickly marked the locations and her ideas, sketching the revisions on a new layer. Within minutes, she was back in bed.

Before turning off the light again, Sheng Shubai waved her phone at Lu Jia.

“I have a 6 AM alarm for my flight tomorrow. If it’ll disturb you, I can book the room next door and you can sleep there.”

She didn’t have any particular fondness for cuddling while sleeping.

Last night had been the first time she’d shared a bed with another adult woman.

The girl’s body temperature was slightly higher than hers, which perfectly complemented Sheng Shubai’s preference for a cooler air conditioning setting. Holding Lu Jia felt just right—soft and warm.

After having just thoroughly exhausted Lu Jia the night before, Sheng Shubai couldn’t help but feel she was being too harsh on the younger woman by waking her up so early.

Lu Jia pursed her lips and shook her head. “It’s okay. But are you leaving tomorrow?”

It wasn’t that she felt particularly attached; they had only known each other for a little over twenty hours, barely enough time to exchange names and become acquainted.

Of course… they had become intimately familiar in other ways twice.

She just felt it was all happening too quickly.

Less than fifteen minutes ago, she had been cradled gently in Sheng Shubai’s arms, her ragged breathing soothed. Now, she was hearing the other woman say she was leaving.

Lu Jia had never been close to anyone before. During her two weeks working at the bar, the manager had warned her that newcomers often mistook the fleeting connection of such encounters for genuine affection.

She knew better than that.

But honestly, she had enjoyed her time with Sheng Shubai.

Lu Jia felt grateful for meeting someone kind and couldn’t help but feel a pang of regret that they would likely never see each other again.

After all, her graduation project was nearing completion.

Otherwise, she might have considered flying to Sheng Shubai’s city for inspiration.

“I need to go back to C City temporarily. I’ll be back tonight.”

Sheng Shubai turned to look at her. “Why not stay another night? Don’t worry, we won’t do anything tomorrow night. I have a gift for you.”

“C City?” Lu Jia paused, surprised. “I’ll come, but you don’t need to spend any more money. I’ve already gotten so much inspiration these past few days. I haven’t even thanked you properly yet.”

Come to think of it, she should be the one giving Sheng Shubai a gift.

Since the woman didn’t want that tomorrow night, she’d have to think of something else after she woke up. What would be appropriate?

Sheng Shubai’s attention, however, was focused on Lu Jia’s initial reaction. “What’s this? Are you from C City?” she asked casually.

Lu Jia shook her head. “I’m going there for graduate school in the fall.”

“Ah, what a coincidence then.”

The woman raised an eyebrow, a hint of understanding mixed with her surprise. “Perhaps… we’ll have a chance to meet again.”

As the light dimmed, weariness seeped into Lu Jia’s thoughts as Sheng Shubai’s arm circled her waist.

Lu Jia’s voice had softened, but she hadn’t forgotten the woman’s earlier words. “Miss Sheng, you really don’t need to give me anything.”

She would come willingly.

“You’ll like it.”

Sheng Shubai’s palm, unobstructed by the hem of her nightgown, pressed against the girl’s lower back, drawing her half an inch closer.

Her voice, equally tinged with fatigue, murmured, “Don’t fidget. It’s late. Go to sleep.”

“Good night, Miss Sheng.”

The last syllable faded into the air, and within seconds, Lu Jia’s breathing had evened out.

Sheng Shubai whispered back, “Good night.”

If only I had a body pillow like this, she thought.

The material would have to be just as soft, maintain a constant temperature, and ideally, whisper goodnight to me before I drift off.

Sheng Shubai left for the airport early in the morning.

Lu Jia wasn’t awakened by the commotion.

But in her sleep, she missed the warmth of being held. Unconsciously, she pulled the pillow close and buried her face in it.

The embrace was refilled, but it wasn’t soft enough.

When her biological clock finally roused her, Lu Jia drowsily nuzzled the pillow, only to realize the texture felt wrong.

Remember to take the room key. See you tonight.

The note was pinned under the corner of the tablet on the desk, its style familiar.

Lu Jia pulled it out and flipped it over. On the back was the contact information she had written down yesterday.

The woman’s handwriting was beautiful—bold yet elegant, with strokes like silver hooks and iron strokes.

Under the overhead light, the pen marks were clearly visible from the back, a stark contrast to Lu Jia’s neat, small-script calligraphy.

She flipped the note back over and took a photo to send to Sheng Shubai, wanting to let her know she had seen it.

Opening the chat window, she noticed another message sent just after 7 a.m., before she had woken up.

Sorry if I woke you. I rushed out and forgot to arrange for housekeeping. Could you please call them before you leave?

Lu Jia typed back: Okay. I’ve seen the note too. See you tonight.

After washing up, she received no further messages, likely because Sheng Shubai was on the plane. Lu Jia rubbed her lower back, surveyed the room, and agreed it was time to call housekeeping.

Sheng Shubai’s luggage was still there, neatly arranged. But everything else was… a bit of a mess.

The blanket they’d used the night before, despite being lined with a waterproof pad, was inevitably damp from Lu Jia’s excessive fluids.

They’d simply folded it aside, and the two pillows Sheng Shubai had accidentally wet were tossed onto the sofa to air overnight.

If they were to continue tonight, the bathroom would be the most suitable place, just like the first night.

Lu Jia called the front desk to arrange a time before leaving the hotel.

Her mentor had a morning meeting, so Lu Jia wasn’t in a rush to return to campus and revise her manuscript. She decided to buy Sheng Shubai a gift first.

The idea for the gift had come to Lu Jia right before falling asleep.

For the past two nights, Sheng Shubai had held her close, her face pressed squarely against Sheng Shubai’s chest.

At first, Lu Jia had felt a little awkward, but Sheng Shubai’s grip was firm, and she didn’t allow Lu Jia much room to move. Since she was being thoroughly kissed anyway, Lu Jia gradually grew accustomed to the position.

Her nose pressed against Sheng Shubai’s smooth skin, the woman’s unique fragrance enveloped her, easily clouding her thoughts.

Lu Jia had seen Sheng Shubai’s perfume bottle before but hadn’t paid much attention and couldn’t recall the name.

Relying on her memory of the bottle’s shape, she roughly identified the brand and hurried to a physical store to test the scents. “Yes, this is it.”

A classic oriental floral fragrance, rich and intense.

Her fingertips traced the crystal-clear, square bottle, and she recalled the first time she saw Sheng Shubai at the bar a few days ago. The woman had been wearing a wine-red gown, like a bewitching rose blooming in the shadows.

This fragrance suits Sheng Shubai perfectly, Lu Jia thought.

After delivering the gift bag to the hotel room, Lu Jia returned to school to revise her line art. Aside from the few inspired strokes she’d added last night, she felt there was nothing more to change.

Lu Jia let out a long sigh of relief. The line art that had troubled her for so long was finally ready.

She exported the line art and sent it to her mentor. Around noon, she received a reply asking her to meet in the faculty office later.

Arriving half an hour early, Lu Jia waited in the first-floor café until her mentor finished her meeting.

It was right after class, and small groups of students began trickling in. Sitting by the window, the midday sun cast a bright, translucent glow through the glass.

Lu Jia stirred her cappuccino, her gaze lowered. With no music playing in her headphones, she could easily overhear the casual chatter of the girls at the next table.

“Didn’t you say the exhibition hired a stunningly beautiful and approachable consultant? I went there early this morning, but I didn’t see her at all.”

The girl’s voice carried a hint of complaint. “They hyped her up so much, I woke up at six to do a full face of makeup just to ask for her number.”

Another girl replied, her tone equally puzzled, “I’m not lying! I really saw her! If I hadn’t frozen up when we made eye contact yesterday—completely forgetting to take a picture—I would have sent it to you right away.”

Lu Jia had little interest in beautiful women, but the voices sounded familiar. She glanced over and recognized them as students from the watercolor major next door.

She recalled a message from her dorm group chat yesterday. One of her roommates had mentioned the same thing, but without a photo. After a brief exchange, the conversation had quickly shifted to other topics.

Xiao Lu, I’m done with the meeting. Come to my office.

Receiving Wen Qiu’s message, Lu Jia stood up to leave the café.

She had only taken a few steps when another notification popped up on her phone. It was from Sheng Shubai, saying she had just landed and planned to catch up on sleep in the car later.

Lu Jia replied: Okay, Miss Sheng. Stay safe.

Thank you.

Knocking on Wen Qiu’s office door, Lu Jia pointed to the armchair across from her desk. “Professor, may I bring a chair over here?”

Her back had been aching from standing too long these past few days.

She wondered if Sheng Shubai’s back hurt from sitting on the plane.

Wen Qiu nodded, adjusting the monitor to face Lu Jia. “I took a quick look at your line art earlier. The revisions are excellent—the feeling you wanted to convey really comes through now.”

“I was planning to personally help you revise it if you hadn’t finalized the line art by the end of the week.”

The woman, nearing forty, had always admired Lu Jia. She smiled warmly and patted the girl’s shoulder. “But you’ve done a remarkable job.”

“Thank you, Professor,” Lu Jia replied with a smile. “I wouldn’t have come up with such a good solution if it weren’t for your advice.”

Wen Qiu opened the coffee Lu Jia had brought, took a sip, and suppressed a smirk. “Oh? Which piece of advice was that?”

She had given so much advice over the years that she couldn’t recall which particular remark had sparked such insight in her perceptive young student.

“You said, ‘Art stems from life,’ right?” Lu Jia’s tone was earnest. “So I went and slept with a woman for a night. It was exactly as you said—drawing suddenly felt so natural and effortless.”

“Cough!”

Wen Qiu choked violently. “…What?”

She whipped her head around in disbelief, only to meet Lu Jia’s clear, sincere gaze. The shock lodged halfway between her throat and chest, leaving her feeling utterly suffocated.

“When did I ever imply that?” Wen Qiu exhaled deeply, a faint sense of midlife crisis creeping in—she feared her reputation as a respectable teacher was slipping away.

Inciting students to go out and “hook up”?

If this got out, she’d be crucified on the school forum, dried out like jerky. By the end of the workday, she’d be receiving a termination notice and trending on Weibo.

Lu Jia considered this seriously. “But… isn’t that what it means?”

Art originates from life.

Whether you read that horizontally or vertically, it clearly meant she should experience it firsthand.

Otherwise, how could she find a woman in real life who perfectly matched the seductive figure in her painting, and witness her passionate, intimate moments firsthand?

Seeing her mentor’s horrified expression, Lu Jia swallowed her confusion. “Maybe I misunderstood.”

Her earnest, matter-of-fact tone made it clear she hadn’t grasped the gravity of her mistake.

Yes, she was genuinely grateful to Wen Qiu.

If her mentor hadn’t made that suggestion, she wouldn’t have been able to finish the final sketch so quickly.

And of course, she was even more grateful to Sheng Shubai.

“You… and her…” Did you actually sleep together?

Wen Qiu hesitated, wanting to ask but unable to bring herself to.

How could she possibly ask?

Prying into a student’s personal life, especially on such a sensitive topic, felt deeply inappropriate.

But not asking made her feel even more guilty.

Lu Jia nodded candidly, her voice crisp. “Don’t worry, we worked together harmoniously. She’s very good at sleeping.”

Wen Qiu’s pupils widened in shock.

Wait, who asked you about that?!