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

The hotel pillows were already quite high, and now three of the four were stacked beneath Lu Jia.

 

Or rather, her lower abdomen was pressed against them, ensuring she wouldn’t get 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 Lu Jia call her “Sister” and asking about her artistic inspiration, Lu Jia had no choice but to respond.

 

Even when lost in her own thoughts, she could hear Sheng Shubai’s gentle voice asking if she had any complaints about last night, as it had been her first time trying something like that.

 

“No, Miss Sheng…” Lu Jia croaked, too weak to turn and look at her.

 

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

 

That afternoon, when discussing her work with her mentor, Lu Jia had leaned over the tablet he was holding, but her left hand had to reach back for support after only a short while.

 

Tonight, Lu Jia had discussed this with Sheng Shubai beforehand, and the woman had significantly reduced her force.

 

Lu Jia loved it.

 

They spent nearly four hours together.

 

During that time, Sheng Shubai fed her water, and they finally stopped around 2 a.m.

 

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

 

Lu Jia shook her head, her gaze drifting down along the woman’s elegant collarbone to the unmistakable kiss marks below.

 

The lower part of her body was concealed by the neatly gathered neckline of her nightgown, but Lu Jia knew exactly what lay beneath.

 

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

 

The nightgown, crumpled beneath the woman’s waist, revealed her smooth, slender thighs crossed over each other. The delicate, warm skin brushed against Lu Jia’s, melting like warm tallow.

 

Still lost in the memory of the recent atmosphere and emotions, Lu Jia felt a gentle tug on her hair. The touch was so tender that 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 glancing beneath the hem of her nightgown.

 

Lu Jia stiffened, “No.”

 

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

 

A person should keep their word.

 

Besides… Lu Jia was actually more interested in getting 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, its screen flooding the dim room with a blinding white light.

 

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, sketched the revisions on a new layer, and returned to bed within minutes.

 

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 bother you, I can book the room next door and you can sleep there.”

 

She didn’t have a habit of cuddling in bed.

 

Last night was 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 room. Holding Lu Jia felt just right—soft and warm.

 

After having spent so long teasing and tormenting her the night before, Sheng Shubai couldn’t help but feel she was being too harsh on the girl 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.

 

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

 

She just felt it was all happening too quickly.

 

Just ten minutes ago, she had been cradled in the woman’s gentle embrace, her ragged breathing soothed. Now, she was hearing that the woman was leaving.

 

Lu Jia had never been close to anyone before. During her two weeks working at the bar, the manager had told her that some people, when trying something new for the first time, often mistook the fleeting connection of the moment for genuine affection.

 

She certainly wouldn’t make that mistake.

 

But, to be honest, she had genuinely enjoyed her time with Sheng Shubai.

 

Lu Jia felt grateful to have met such a kind person, yet 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 its final draft.

 

Otherwise, she might even consider flying to the woman’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 don’t you 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 properly thanked you yet.”

 

Actually, I should be the one giving Sheng Shubai a gift.

 

Since she doesn’t want that tomorrow night, I’ll have to think of something else after I wake up. What would be appropriate?

 

Sheng Shubai’s attention, however, was focused on Lu Jia’s initial reaction. Her tone was casual. “What? Are you from C City?”

 

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

 

“Ah, that’s quite a coincidence.”

 

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

 

As the light dimmed, Sheng Shubai’s arm around Lu Jia’s waist brought a wave of drowsiness to her thoughts.

 

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 replied, her palm sliding beneath the hem of Lu Jia’s nightgown to rest directly against the girl’s lower back, drawing her half an inch closer.

 

Sheng Shubai’s voice, equally weary, added, “Don’t move. 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 settled into a steady rhythm.

 

Sheng Shubai murmured softly, “Good night.”

 

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

 

The material would have to be just as soft, maintain a constant temperature, and ideally, say good night 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 Lu Jia finally woke up due to her biological clock, she drowsily rubbed her cheek against 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, the handwriting strikingly familiar.

 

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

 

The woman’s handwriting was beautiful, elegant and forceful, like silver hooks and iron strokes.

 

Under the overhead light, the pen strokes 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.

 

When she opened the chat window, she saw another message from Sheng Shubai, sent just after 7 a.m., before Lu Jia had woken up.

 

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

 

Lu Jia typed back: Okay. I saw the note too. See you tonight.

 

After washing up, she still hadn’t received any new messages, likely because Sheng Shubai was on the plane. Lu Jia rubbed her lower back, glanced around the room, and realized it was indeed time to call housekeeping.

 

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

 

The blanket they’d used the night before, despite having a waterproof liner underneath, was inevitably soaked through from Lu Jia’s excessive fluids.

 

They’d simply folded it aside at the time, and the two pillows Sheng Shubai had accidentally wet were also tossed onto the sofa to dry 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. Instead, she decided to buy Sheng Shubai a gift first.

 

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

 

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

 

At first, Lu Jia felt a little awkward, but Sheng Shubai’s grip was firm, allowing her little room to move. Since she’d already been thoroughly kissed, Lu Jia gradually grew accustomed to the position.

 

Her nose brushed against the smooth skin, and the woman’s unique scent enveloped her, easily clouding her thoughts.

 

Lu Jia had seen Sheng Shubai’s perfume bottle before but hadn’t paid much attention to it, so she couldn’t recall the name.

 

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

 

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 perfume 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 the previous night, she felt there was nothing left 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. She received a reply near noon, asking her to meet in the department office later.

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

Another girl sounded 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 photo—I would have sent you proof right away.”

 

Lu Jia had no particular 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 in their dormitory group chat from yesterday. One of her roommates had mentioned the same thing, but without any photos. After a brief exchange, the conversation quickly shifted to other topics.

 

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

 

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 once she got in the car.

 

Lu Jia replied: Okay, Miss Sheng. Please be careful.

 

Thank you, I will.

 

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

 

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

 

She wondered if Sheng Shubai’s back was sore 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’s talent. She smiled warmly and patted the girl’s shoulder. “You’ve done a remarkable job.”

 

“Thank you so much, Professor,” Lu Jia replied with a smile. “If it weren’t for your advice, I never would have come up with such a good approach.”

 

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 guidance that she couldn’t recall which particular remark had sparked such profound insight in her perceptive young student.

 

“You said, ‘Art stems from life,’ right?” Lu Jia’s voice was earnest. “So I spent a night with a woman. It was exactly as you said—drawing suddenly felt effortless.”

 

“Cough!” Wen Qiu choked violently. “……?!”

 

She turned in disbelief, meeting Lu Jia’s clear, sincere gaze. The shock lodged halfway between her throat and her mind, leaving her utterly speechless.

 

“When did I ever mean that?” Wen Qiu took a deep breath, a faint sense of midlife crisis creeping in—her reputation as a respectable educator felt suddenly precarious.

 

Inciting students to hook up with… what was it called again?

 

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

 

Lu Jia considered this seriously. “But isn’t that the point?”

 

Art originates from life.

 

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

 

Otherwise, how else could she find a woman in real life who perfectly matched the seductive figure in her painting, and witness her in the throes of passion?

 

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

 

Her earnest, matter-of-fact tone made it clear she didn’t grasp 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 finished the final sketch so quickly.

 

And of course, she owed even greater thanks to Sheng Shubai.

 

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

 

Wen Qiu hesitated, her words catching in her throat.

 

How could she possibly ask?

 

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

 

But if she didn’t ask, she’d 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?!