Little T Lurking in the Beauty Salon, What's the Purpose of All the Flirting? - Chapter 1

On Saturday, Xixi went to work overtime, leaving me with nothing to do. I figured I might as well use the salon membership I’d signed up for—no point in letting it go to waste.

As soon as I walked in, I saw Lao Mi sitting alone on the sofa in the reception area, reading a book. I cleared my throat twice, and he tossed the book aside, exclaiming, Oh, you’re here! Why did you rush off after paying last time? You didn’t even fill out your information! What’s your name? Phone number? We need to be able to contact you when it’s time for your appointment!

I took the form he handed me and scribbled some answers, then glanced at the book he’d tossed aside. Pfft! Pfft! I nearly threw up my dinner from the night before! I blurted out, Lao Mi, are you a fan of Feng Jie? That’s quite the glossy copy of Zhiyin magazine!

He stared at me for a moment, then suddenly grinned. I instantly felt mortified. What the hell is wrong with my mouth? How well do I even know this guy? Why did I just call him Lao Mi? It’s all that ridiculous magazine’s fault for making me lose my composure. Damn it!

She seemed to sense my embarrassment and said, This magazine is so juicy! It’s got all kinds of scandalous stories. I’ll lend you a few copies when you go home—I have tons of them, every issue.

I felt deeply ashamed and remained silent.

She led me to an inner room, exchanged a few words with a young woman, and then turned to leave. As she passed me, she suddenly reached behind my collar and slipped her hand inside.

I yelped—a startled Ah! escaped my lips.

Don’t move, she said, then began kneading my neck and shoulders. After a moment, she told the young woman, Her shoulders are so stiff. We’ll work on them together later.

The touch made me restless and uneasy, a nagging feeling that something was off, though I couldn’t quite put my finger on it. After all, she hadn’t done anything particularly inappropriate. I dismissed these thoughts as stemming from my own impure mind—as the Buddha said, If your heart is full of filth, all you will see is filth.

Fine, I admit it my heart is full of sh1t.

A quick aside I’ve given myself a name—Xiao Taohong. Stylish, right? I’ll be using it from now on. End of aside.

I sulked for about ten seconds, then thought, As long as she doesn’t charge extra, if she says it’s stiff, then it’s stiff. Whatever she wants to do, she can do.

I lay down on the bed after finishing my skincare routine. MM said, Xiao Taohong, take off your bra and lie face down. I’ll give you a back massage.

I hummed in acknowledgment and sat up, just about to unfasten my bra when Lao Mi walked in. I froze instantly.

MM chuckled. It’s just us girls here. No need to be shy.

I sneered inwardly. Yes, all girls… BUT! There’s a T here! If she sees my br3asts, I’ll be the one losing out!

Before I could finish my mental rant, Lao Mi approached. Can’t get it undone? Let me help you. She reached out, and before I could protest, the cheap bra clasp popped open. Lao Mi tugged the bra off and whispered, Lie down now.

Half-naked, I sat there, futilely shielding my chest with my hands, glaring up at her.

Lao Mi’s face flushed crimson! What the fvck?! Shouldn’t I be the one blushing?! Why are you blushing?!

I lay face down on the bed, barely calming down when I heard Lao Mi tell MM, Use that… what’s-it-called… essential oil for her. As she spoke, she tugged my underwear halfway down, smoothed the towel, and glided away like a bird.

My mind exploded. This is too much! Too lewd! Don’t think I don’t know you’re a T! What kind of manners are these, groping me like this?!

Since it was my first time getting a back massage, one word came to mind pain!

The masseuse was brutal, all the while chanting, Xiao Taohong, bear with it! Blocked meridians… where there’s pain, there’s blockage… pain means blockage… and on and on.

Fine, I’ll endure it. But throughout the session, I couldn’t help but let out agonized howls and whimpers Lighter… lighter!

Was it a delicate moan? A coquettish whine? No! It felt like a primal scream! But Lao Mi, lurking outside, didn’t see it that way.

The moment I left the salon that day, I received a text from him—his first ever to me. It read I’m Lao Mi. Your cries were… interesting.

I agonized over my reply, typing and deleting, retyping and deleting, until I finally crafted a sentence I was somewhat satisfied with. I sent it back A T shouldn’t be so slutty.

He immediately replied Your eyes are as sharp as mine. Until next time.

I deleted the message and muttered under my breath, Filthy pervert.

That evening, Xixi came over to grace me with her presence. I personally cooked her favorite dish, scrambled eggs with tomatoes. A person without ambition will always lack ambition. After the meal, she was utterly content, unusually gentle as water. Despite my attempts to provoke her, she merely let out a roar of Get lost! without showing any particular rage.

The next morning at seven, she was jolted awake by a text message alert. Reaching under the pillow, she retrieved my phone, muttering, Who’s up earlier than the rooster? She opened the message.

I turned over, a sweet smile on my face, ready to embrace her. Whack! The phone slammed into my nose bridge. Stunned, I clutched my nose as bl00d gushed from my nostrils.

Are you crazy?! I yelled.

You’re such a scumbag! she retorted.

You’re the one who’s crazy!

Would you die if you stopped being a scumbag?!

I pinched my nostrils in a V-shape to stop the bleeding, grabbed the phone in a fury, and read the message. I immediately went speechless. The sender was Lao Mi, and the message read Good morning, Xiao Taohong! Remember to change your bra today—the clasp is getting a bit loose…

I… I was so mortified I couldn’t even curse.