New Century Styling Salon

Stepping out of the bookstore, a wave of heat hit me.
"So hot..." I muttered to myself.
The already narrow arcade was crammed with motorcycles parked haphazardly, making it difficult to find an exit back to the street.
A couple walked past side by side, and I immediately felt uncomfortable.
I glanced back at them, only to see the man reach out and grab the woman's round buttocks.
I was startled,
but the woman simply turned her head and said with an endearing expression,
"You're so naughty~" before snuggling up to me. The man responded with a big hug.
I'd thought to myself a hundred times already: that guy wasn't that handsome, just a head taller than me,
and he managed to get a girl who could be on the beauty forum?
This wasn't the first time I'd had this question, and I'd even discussed it with my roommate, Daying, yesterday.
He just gave me a "there are too many things in this world you don't understand" look and didn't say anything more.
I was so angry that I didn't want to talk to him today and came out to the bookstore alone.

After walking two blocks, the car stopped at the corner.
"Excuse me, can I take a look? ^ ^"
A sweet voice came from my left ear, tickling my heart.
There are many part-time workers handing out flyers in the city, and I usually don't want to take them
, but this sweet, hypnotic voice made me reach out and take the flyer.
I turned my head to the left and froze.
So beautiful!
"Thank you, my task for today is finished~" Suddenly she kissed my left cheek.
"I've been waiting for you for eight hours!" A cute expression of coquettishness and feigned anger came out saying something that was hard to understand,
but I was stunned. My face was hot as I watched her skip away from my sight.

I don't know how long I stood there dumbfounded, but I snapped out of it and looked down at the flyer in my hand
: _________________
| New Century Styling Salon |
|~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~|
|Cut: 500 |
|Perm: 2500 |
|Wash: 200 |
|Styling: Depends |
|_________________|
Compared to the dazzling array of advertisements these days, this flyer was incredibly rudimentary, completely unlike anything you'd expect from a modern salon.
But as if suddenly struck by a premonition, I looked up.
A floor-to-ceiling window reflected my image.
I touched my long, messy hair and excitedly exclaimed,
"Hairstyle! It's a hairstyle!" I finally found the answer to the question that had been weighing on my mind for so long. How could I not be excited!?

But where?
This flyer didn't even have an address!!
I flipped it over and over again. It was
a lie!!
I screamed inwardly, but that kiss was so amazing...
In this extremely complicated state of mind, I slowly walked forward.

To my left, a bright light appeared, and a sign flashed: "
New Century Styling Salon."
I felt like I was back in heaven. It turned out the shop was right next to where they were handing out flyers. No wonder they didn't need to include the address;
the flyers were so simple, but the decor was quite nice!
The stairs were flashing with colorful neon lights,
and I skipped up excitedly. "Welcome!"
I was stunned when I heard the voice. I had no idea who said it because my gaze was fixed on a pair of snow-white breasts.
I paused for a moment before realizing how impolite that was.
A pretty middle-aged woman looked at me with a smile, as if she had seen through my intentions.
My face flushed again. This is what a mature woman is like, I thought to myself
. "Don't just stand there, young man, come on up, come on up~"
This seductive voice pulled me to the counter.
Only then did I see her clearly. She had
shoulder-length hair, a low-cut white tank top, and a pink blouse over it. Her coat,
subtly revealing a black bra, made it impossible not to be drawn to her soft, maternal breasts.
I felt my penis stirring.
"What would you like to order?" I asked
, my face flushing. I glanced at the menu behind her, which was as sparse as the menu itself.
I thought of the invincible eagle's hairstyle.
"I... want a perm and a haircut..." I said, stealing another glance at her breasts.
"Wow, so you want a haircut! We'll talk about the price afterward."
She stood up and used her breasts... no... her hands to push my shoulders and lead me to a seat.
Only then did I realize I was the only customer in the shop.

"Do you have a preferred designer, young man?" the alluring, mature proprietress asked.
"No... this is my first time here... could you recommend one?"
The proprietress looked puzzled, but then understood.
"Xiao Ling must have happily given you only the advertising flyer, but not the designer's list, right?" The proprietress chuckled.
Indeed, I only received a simple flyer.
I don't know where the proprietress produced, but placed a flyer on the table in front of me.
"Choose one yourself. I'll go get some water."
I picked up the flyer on the table. It was a completely different flyer from the advertising flyer, full of enthusiasm. It
was truly breathtaking.
There were nine photos on it, representing nine designers.
But isn't it enough to just have a headshot and qualifications?
Why are all the designers' photos full-body shots, posing seductively
, and all of them so incredibly hot? The descriptions below aren't about qualifications, but rather measurements!
How am I supposed to choose?!

I had no choice but to hold the list as close to my eyes as possible, carefully examining it.
"Have you chosen yet?" The proprietress placed three cups on the table
. Three cups? Is this going to take forever? I wondered.
"This is so hard to choose, number three is fine..." Although I wanted to choose more carefully, how could I be so embarrassed
as to stare at the list like this in front of the proprietress? I had to give up on numbers seven and nine, which were also my favorites.
"Number three? Then wait a moment."
Although I don't understand how to judge waist and hip measurements, I'm sure a 34D bust is amazing!
"Getting a stylist done?" Another heavenly voice!
How come everyone at this shop, from the girl handing out flyers to the owner and even the stylist, has such alluring voices?
I looked up at stylist number three in the mirror. Seeing the person in real life instead of just a picture on the flyer
made it even harder to resist the urge.

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