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

After getting home, I helped Xixi clean her wounds. Even when I brought food to her lips, she refused to eat, just silently crying. Then she suddenly stood up and began pacing the room anxiously like a headless fly. I had never seen her like this before, so I could only watch silently until she collapsed onto the sofa from exhaustion and fell asleep.

I sat beside her, afraid to touch her lest I accidentally wake her by brushing against her injuries. Around 11 PM, Lao Mi’s life-threatening call came again. This time, it started with a text message warning me to answer the phone or he’d pay me a visit. The phone rang immediately afterward. I took the phone to the balcony and answered in a low voice.

What do you want?

Come here now, Lao Mi snapped.

Enough!

139. 139. Should I call her? Let her hear your moans when you’re horny? Lao Mi recited Xixi’s phone number.

How do you know her number?

None of your business. You have ten minutes. I’ll be waiting at the beauty salon. Otherwise, tomorrow the three of us will sit down together and enjoy your recordings.

Despicable! I muttered under my breath as I hung up the phone. After tucking Xixi in, I tiptoed out of the room.

The beauty salon was deserted except for Lao Mi, who sat alone inside. Several copies of Zhiyin magazine lay scattered on the sofa, and a sudden wave of nausea washed over me. What kind of twisted darkness lurks in this man’s heart? I thought. It’s even more repulsive than Sister Feng’s face! No offense, Sister Feng—just a figure of speech!

I didn’t think you’d actually come, Lao Mi said, glancing at me as he tidied up. Have a seat.

Get to the point, I snapped, remaining by the door. I have things to do.

How are you and Xixi doing lately?

I scoffed inwardly. Why does he keep using her name like they’re old friends? None of your business, I retorted impatiently. Just say what you want.

Ignoring my irritation, he poured himself a glass of wine and leaned against the wall. Let me tell you a funny story, he began. About ten years ago, when I was in high school, I wrote an essay. In it, I described a man I claimed to love, saying I wanted to seduce him, to keep him with me forever. After finishing it, I was utterly disgusted with myself—because I’ve always been attracted to women. When I submitted the essay, the teacher called my parents in for a conference. To protest this treatment, I circulated the essay among my classmates and submitted a blank exam paper for the final Chinese exam.

Why are you telling me all this? I’m not interested in hearing it! I interrupted her.

Ignoring me, she continued sipping her wine. After that, I became a celebrity at school and started getting used to the ‘slut’ label. But later, the men who called me a slut had fewer girlfriends than me, and the women who called me a slut would willingly crawl into my bed… Do you know why I wrote those kinds of things?

You’re fucking sick! I felt disgusted. This shameless pervert is actually proud of herself!

Yes, but I’m happy. Because when I walk through school, everyone notices me. Lao Mi grabbed my arm and dragged me inside. Come in here.

I panicked. Can you stop acting crazy with me? I’m not alone! Stop dragging me into your mess! Why are you targeting me specifically?!

She smiled at me. No explanation. Just a random choice.

Random, random, random! Random my ass!

She pushed me onto the bed inside. You’d better not move. Since you’ve already done it once, what’s the harm in a second time? We can play together, or I can bring Xixi in to join us. Your choice.

You’re completely insane! I sat up and shouted.

Lao Mi waved his phone at me. If Xixi heard that coy little moan you made last time, do you think she’d believe you weren’t with me?

What do you want from me?!

Take off your clothes, Lao Mi commanded, leaning back on the opposite bed, just like the first time I saw him. A smug smile played on his lips, hands casually tucked into his pockets.

Lao Mi, did I piss on your family’s ancestral graves when I was a kid?! Why the hell are you messing with me like this?! I didn’t even have the courage to run out and confess to Xixi. And with this lunatic Lao Mi threatening to tell her God knows what, how could I kick her when she was already emotionally and physically exhausted? But if I stayed, would I just let him… you know? What right did he have?! What right?! Were his two fingers plated in gold or something?!

Go? I don’t dare. Stay? I don’t want to. Lao Mi lunged forward, ripping my jacket off and pinning me to the bed. Close your eyes, he growled, tearing off my coat. I’ll let you go when I’m done. I won’t cling to you. You two can go back to being all lovey-dovey.

I pushed her away, but she clung to me tightly. Lao Mi’s mouth and hands roamed over my skin, and amidst my growing confusion and doubt, I gradually stopped resisting.

I vividly remember the moment she reached down with her right hand, then withdrew it to wipe the fluid from her fingers onto my face, laughing as she said, What are you pretending for? You’re in such a good state. At that moment, a deafening wave of mockery roared in my ears.

As Lao Mi repeatedly groped and thrust against me, I repeatedly replayed in my mind how I had ended up in this situation. No matter how I looked at it, I felt I had given this bastard the opportunity to seduce me. Wasn’t that the truth?

I knew from the start that she was a T, already aroused, yet I had maintained a passive demeanor. I had even shamelessly fantasized about this moment in my own bathroom. Now that it was happening, was my resistance genuine? Or was it merely to avoid adding insult to Xixi’s injury? I didn’t know, but one thing was certain Lao Mi’s coercive methods filled me with genuine disgust… even humiliation…

As Lao Mi got up, tossed me his clothes, and went to wash his hands with a smile, I felt like a giant joke lying on the bed. I laughed at myself, at my arrogance in believing I could manipulate life at will, that I could control every rhythm. I loved cursing, I loved talking about s3x, I loved disguising myself as a vulgar commoner, I loved covering myself in a veneer of down-to-earth grime… I loved living thoughtlessly, making up bullshit as I went along… That’s why I had no principles, no stance, no basic sense of responsibility. To put it bluntly, I was a worthless piece of trash.

BUT, why waste time with all this nonsense? The truth is, on this night, I was thoroughly and un-bullshit-ly fucked by someone else.

How utterly laughable.