Dark Night Enchantress

Dark Night Enchantress

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I remember when I was in college, I wanted to earn some money to buy a new computer, so I went out to work during the summer vacation. Because I wanted to earn more money, I decided to work as a hostess in a hotel. Not only could I get tips, but I could also see pretty hotel girls, and the work wasn't tiring. It was the so-called "slacking off and washing pants at the same time, with food and pay."

However, this kind of life was not normal. I had to work from 8 pm to 3 am every day, and I wasn't used to it at first.

I remember the first time I went to work, I arrived at the hotel at about 7:30 am. I was busy sweeping the floor and wiping the tables.
I had to greet everyone I saw very warmly. At that time, there wasn't a single hostess in the hotel. It wasn't until after 8 pm that they came in in twos and threes.

Don't be fooled by the glamorous image of the hotel girls. Most of them arrive at the establishment dressed quite normally, only sneaking off to the dressing room to change and apply makeup on empty seats just before their shift starts.

While each girl's makeup technique is different, their exaggerated expressions—frowning, smirking as they apply lipstick, and flailing their fingers while applying foundation—all look essentially the same.

On my first day, a girl stopped me and politely asked me to buy pantyhose at the convenience store. I gave her 100 yuan, and when I returned, she waved me away, telling me not to give her change. This was the first time I received a tip.
Another "boy" (a term of endearment for a male escort) kindly taught me some business skills. Don't think being a "boy" is easy; earning more tips requires considerable skill.

First, the girls are the most powerful. Shouldn't the customers be the most powerful? Wrong! The girls are the most powerful! Why? Because you need girls who can charm customers to keep them coming back. Without girls, there are no customers, and without customers, there are no tips.
So, our livelihood depends on the girls, not the customers.

Therefore, the young masters must be very careful to cultivate good relationships with each of the girls. Not only can they not accept tips when running errands, but they also have to introduce girls to unfamiliar customers. This way, the girls will frequently try to sweet-talk the customers into giving tips to the young masters. When the girls are in a bad mood, the young masters have to cheer them up; when they're hungry, they have to buy them food; when they've drunk too much, they have to buy them hangover remedies; when they're carrying heavy bags, they have to help them with their luggage; and when they're menstruating, they have to buy them painkillers. Some young masters even provide better service, acting as free male prostitutes when needed.
So, some naive customers who think that getting a young master's introduction will get them better girls are completely wrong.
The young masters will only introduce girls who can earn them tips; their looks and figures are none of their concern.

Furthermore, they must be able to recognize their customers. They must remember the surnames of customers—Zhang, Li, Wang—so that the next time they see them, a simple "Hello, Mr. Zhang!" might earn them a hundred or two in tips. And since you've already "met"
them, when you bring them drinks, food, or towels, they'll often offer you a drink. Don't doubt it, you'll get a tip for every drink you have. An

even more cunning tactic is to pay special attention to the neglected guests. People come to hotels to have fun, so if some guests are being ignored by their companions, you should refill their drinks and cheer them up. If they're in a good mood, their tips might be five or one thousand instead of one or two hundred.

After receiving a rough pre-job training, you officially start working.

At first, it's alright, serving drinks, food, and towels, with only a few guests. Around eleven or twelve at night, when the guests are seven or eight-tenths drunk, the real show begins.

One of the most common scenarios is that guests will grope the girls, which is very common. When dealing with these kinds of guests, you'll see the girls' true nature.

Some girls are quite daring. After receiving a tip of one or two thousand dollars, they'll personally guide the customer's hand inside their clothing. When we bring in towels and side dishes, we might inadvertently see their clothes pulled up to their necks, their half-grown breasts swaying in mid-air. These girls usually receive generous tips, and of course, they can't be too unattractive for customers to be willing to pay a tip to touch them.

Another type of girl is the teasing type. You pay a thousand dollars, and she'll only let you touch her through a two- or three-centimeter-thick magic bra. Some of these magic bras have linings filled with water and silicone; perhaps only someone with special abilities from mainland China could feel them.

The more the customer touches, the more it itches, so they have to pay even more tips to let their hand slip inside the sleeve. So, people with long enough fingers can barely touch the edge of the breasts—even if there aren't any, they'll touch as much as they can. Want to touch more? Just a little more money would have been enough, so I spent five or ten thousand just to touch their upper bodies.

The methods differed, but the girls' money-making skills were all incredibly impressive. Over the summer, I saw so many shows that I practically remembered which girl had which mole on which breast.

Touching their upper bodies was considered polite; sometimes, I'd even see customers putting their hands under the girls' skirts as soon as I entered a private room.
Honestly, watching was more enjoyable than touching. If you drank too much beer and then reached under someone's skirt, you might need to use the restroom. And if the girls had some strange illness, touching one and then touching your own side while using the restroom might make you sick too.

As for us spectators, it was quite enjoyable to just watch, and we weren't afraid of getting any strange illnesses. Some of the more daring girls not only let customers put their hands under their panties but also made strange moaning sounds to enhance the experience.
Around one or two in the morning, the girls were either out drinking or drunk. After the patrons had their hands on each other, some were negotiating prices, while others were completely drunk. I, on the other hand, was frequently grabbed by customers to offer them drinks, and I also became a bit unsteady on my feet.

When I got home, I was busy counting the tips, and I actually had 1,800 yuan. It seems that besides the new computer, after finishing this summer job, I can even buy a new motorcycle.

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After working for a few days, I became quite adept at the job. After getting to know the girls well, I always ended up with a few particularly good ones. When new customers came, I would introduce them to the hostesses, and they would help me earn tips. Among those girls, the one I remembered most was Amy.

She seemed to be the youngest girl here, I heard she was only fourteen years old. But after putting on makeup, she looked like she was twenty. She got drunk very easily, and when she was drunk, she would say anything. Then I would see her running to our young master's rest area, pointing and gossiping to the customers in the club, saying that she had slept with so-and-so and so on. It was only then that I realized the problem of child prostitution was far more serious than I thought.

After seeing so many clients groping her, I stopped getting nosebleeds and even recognized some of the clients and their usual prostitutes. After running errands for the prostitutes so often, I even knew which prostitute wore which brand of stockings, which used which brand of sanitary napkins, and which restaurant served chicken leg rice.

We young masters usually worked regular hours, the only time we had to work overtime was to take drunk prostitutes home. Since we finished work around 3 AM, it was too dangerous to let the prostitutes take taxis home after they got drunk, so we had to take some of them home. At

that time, I lived in Tamsui, so whether the prostitutes lived on Zhongshan North Road, Chengde Road, Shilin, Shipai, or elsewhere, if they got drunk, I had to take them home.

Taking drunk prostitutes home on a motorcycle was terrifying. If they were only slightly drunk, it was okay, but if they were really drunk, I had to worry about them falling off the motorcycle. Even more worrying are the uncles lurking by the roadside, who love to inspect motorcycles like mine carrying strange women. Every time I get caught, I have to explain for ages.

Usually, after I drop off the girls at their lodgings, they're mostly capable of opening the door themselves, so I don't have to worry about them much. The next day at work, the girls I've picked up are especially polite to me, desperately trying to get tips from my customers, so I generally enjoy giving them rides.

Until one time, a girl nicknamed Xiaohong was so drunk she was practically incapacitated, and I realized how terrible it is to pick up drunk girls.
I was picking her up as usual, but she was so intoxicated that while I was riding, she kept asking me to stop so she could vomit on the side of the road. That was bad enough, but then, without warning, she vomited right on my clothes.
The smell of alcohol, the smell of vomit, and the sticky mess on my clothes was absolutely disgusting. And to make matters worse, I had to take her back before I could sneak back to my dorm to shower.

The ride was a shaky affair; the drunkenness made it even harder for me to ride. When we got to her place, she was too weak to open the door. She collapsed to the floor, and I had to help her up from the first floor to the fourth. I was exhausted when I finally opened the door and let her in.

Xiaohong lived in a very nice apartment, the kind that looks like it was specifically built for rent, and it was beautifully decorated. It was about 20 square meters, and only one person lived there. Clearly, the girls there had a decent income; they could afford such a place by themselves.

When we got to her place, I immediately went to the bathroom to wipe off what she had vomited on me. It was so uncomfortable to have that sticky vomit residue on me.

After a while, Xiaohong suddenly ran in. She was completely naked, running hot water to take a shower. Perhaps she was too drunk to notice someone was inside. I was incredibly embarrassed, standing in the bathroom, unsure what to do. On one hand, I wanted to get home quickly, but on the other hand, I was also horribly curious to see a naked beauty.

Aside from seeing naked women in pornographic films and books, this was the first time I had ever seen a woman completely unclothed, so I couldn't help but want to look closely.

"Little Sam, you...you...what...what are you doing here?"

"You threw up on me, I have to clean it up."

"Ah...ah...that...that...I'm so...so sorry...let me see...it stinks...
it stinks so bad ..."

"That's why I have to clean it up..."

"Take it off...take it off...I'll help you wash it..."

"No need..."

"I told you to take it off and you didn't...you don't give me any face..."

Arguing with a drunk person will only cause more trouble, so I hurriedly took off my shirt and gave it to her.

"Then...I'll wait in the living room..."

"Go...go away..."

With my upper body bare, I couldn't ride my bike back, so I had to watch TV in the living room. The problem was, after watching TV for a long time, I still hadn't seen her come out, and if I didn't leave soon, I would be stuck on the road.

On one hand, I was a little lustful, and on the other hand, I was a little worried, so I slipped back to the bathroom. I saw Little Red fast asleep in the bathtub, her body covered in soap suds. My poor clothes, meanwhile, were lying unceremoniously on the floor.

This is troublesome. Everyone knows I drove Xiaohong home. Now she's asleep in the bathtub, and if she wakes up the next day, she'll most likely catch a cold, especially since she's covered in soap suds.

So, I decided to "kindly" help her take a bath...

<3>

So I picked up a towel and started washing her very carefully. Xiaohong isn't a top-tier beauty, but she has a curvaceous figure, which is very attractive to someone like me who has never been with a woman before.

Her skin is very white and smooth, and her neck and below are not very visible in the water, covered by soap. I gently whispered "hello" a few times in her ear, but there was no reaction.

So I carefully put my hand in the water and secretly touched her breast. At this moment, my heart was beating very fast, and I felt a little breathless.

I looked at her, and she still didn't react. I took a deep breath and unceremoniously cupped her breast with my whole hand.
I felt that her breasts were very soft and comfortable, and my whole palm couldn't fit them; it would probably take two hands to hold them.

I gently touched her for a while, feeling her nipples harden little by little in my palm.

It felt really fun. Xiao Hong had her eyes closed; I wondered if she was truly unconscious. I pulled her up a little, letting her upper body sit off the water. Her snow-white breasts leaped out of the water, truly beautiful, the only flaw being that they were covered in bubbles, making them hard to see clearly.

So I drained the bathtub, then turned on the hot water and quickly rinsed her clean with the showerhead.
After drying her with a towel, I helped her back to bed.

She had scattered her soiled clothes on the floor, covered in vomit residue, which smelled terrible. So I casually took them to the laundry basket in the bathroom, feeling like my heart was about to jump out of my chest. My face was hot, and large beads of sweat rolled down my forehead.

I glanced at my watch; it was already past five. I really should go home early, but I couldn't bear to leave such a beautiful woman untouched. Just a look would be enough, I thought absentmindedly.

Back at the bedside, she was still lying there, snoring softly; she must be asleep. She lay on her side, her long legs crossed, incredibly sexy. I tried to pull her shoulders to straighten her into a supine position, and her full, round breasts seemed to appear before my eyes, like a vanilla ice cream with a red strawberry on top.

I couldn't resist bringing my mouth close, gently biting that little strawberry, feeling it harden little by little in my mouth. I was terrified she would suddenly wake up, so I had to check on her every now and then. But she was truly unconscious, no wonder I became increasingly bold. Finally, I not only cupped them in my hands but also sucked on them greedily, fantasizing about making love to her.

I finally couldn't resist reaching my hand down to her crotch; it was wet and slippery, almost soaking the sheets. Do women get wet even when they're asleep? I really wasn't sure. Perhaps it was too slippery; one finger accidentally slipped into her vagina.

I felt my fingers being completely enveloped by something warm and slippery. I explored inside carefully, noticing small folds and wrinkles. Perhaps it really would feel good to do it with her. Then I placed my fingers inside her, kissing her breasts, ears, and neck. Soon, her moans turned into gasps, but her eyes remained tightly closed; I didn't know what was happening.

I was quite curious about what would happen to her if this continued, so I let my fingers move in and out of her. Suddenly, her strength seemed to increase; she hugged me tightly, her body stiffening as if in a spasm, her fingers gripping my arm. Her nails left deep marks on my arm. My fingers inside her felt as if they were being swallowed, constantly being sucked in.

Perhaps she had orgasmed; looking at the sheets, they were soaked. I wondered if she was having a passionate dream.

So I tidied up and rode my bike home. My mind was filled with lustful thoughts the whole way, still thinking about what I might do to her, without her even knowing. Unfortunately, I lacked the courage to go any further and could only drool from the sidelines.

Thinking about it, I felt a little guilty and somewhat ashamed. I wondered what she would think when I went to work that night. After going back to sleep, I woke up from a vivid dream, still thinking about whether I should be even more lewd next time the same thing happened.

After work that night, Xiao Hong insisted that I drive her home, even though she didn't seem drunk.

We drove in silence until we got to her house, when she asked me to come upstairs and have some tea with her.

"Tell me, did you do anything to me yesterday?"

"Ah...no..." My heart sank. Was she starting to get angry?

"I remember you ran into the bathroom later, but when I woke up today... ugh... I'm so embarrassed..."
"Ah... really, nothing happened..." I hurriedly told her everything that happened last night. She blushed, panting, lost in thought.

Of course, I wouldn't say she groped me or did anything inappropriate.

"You really didn't?"

"Really didn't!" Well, I'd have to see if I didn't... I mumbled.

"Am I really that unattractive?!"

Ugh, how could she say something like that?

"No... I... I... I've never been with a woman before... I wouldn't dare..."

"Hey, then you definitely ate yourself yesterday, I'm really sorry!"

"Ah..." I blushed, not daring to say anything... If I said I didn't eat myself, wouldn't that mean I ate her? If I said I ate myself, I'd be so embarrassed.

"Heh, look how shy you are... You can stay today, consider it my compensation..." Before I could speak, she grabbed my hand: "Come on, let's take a bath!"

My heart skipped a beat, I trembled a little, and blushed, not knowing what to do.

"Heh! You look so clumsy, you've never been with a girl before. Don't be afraid, I won't eat you."

<4>

So the two of us went to the bathroom together, and I stood there, not knowing what to do. I watched as she calmly began to take off her clothes, while I watched, my mouth dry.

"Does it look good?" she said casually.

I slowly nodded, too afraid to take off my clothes. In the end, she had to help me take them off piece by piece.

Then, she grabbed my hand and playfully placed it against her chest: "Does it feel good?"

"Mmm."

"Shy face, look how big it's gotten~"

"Ah..." I couldn't help but cry out. She suddenly grabbed it, as if she'd been electrocuted, making me dizzy.

A little while later, the water was filled, and we were both soaking in the tub. I casually picked up some shower gel and started scrubbing her back. As I scrubbed, I moved from her back to her front. She started panting, then suddenly turned around and hugged me. Holding her, her body wet and slippery with shower gel, felt so good, I almost couldn't breathe. She then used her full breasts to roam over my body. A tingling current ran through my body with her rise and fall.

Actually, I wasn't sure what I was thinking. I was a little scared, wondering what would happen if this continued; yet I was also a little excited, wondering if sex would be as pleasurable as I'd imagined.

I closed my eyes and slowly savored this unprecedented feeling. A moment later, Xiaohong suddenly stopped. "Want something more exciting?" she said with a playful smile, winking.

"What?" I asked, bewildered.

She leaned closer and breathed into my ear, a tingling sensation. "You wait..."

Before I could react, a tingling, itchy feeling shot through my left ear like lightning, making me involuntarily gasp for breath.

Like a kitten, she gently nibbled at my ear. "Does it feel good?" she asked, still nibbling.

I was gasping for breath, powerless to resist.

"Do you know what it feels like for a woman to be penetrated by a man?"

"I..." Of course, I didn't.

With a "boom," she thrust her tongue into my ear. If the previous sensation was like a lightning strike, this felt like the blazing sun, a raging inferno shooting down from my head to my neck to my abdomen, as if it were a mournful cry of being consumed by flames.
"Let me in..." I felt like a volcano was about to erupt, swelling and about to burst, involuntarily wanting to find a place to crawl inside.

"Give up, huh?"

"Mmm..." How could a child so easily be bullied like this?

We quickly washed up, barely drying ourselves before rushing to the bedroom.

She told me to lie still, but changed her approach, kissing my neck, shoulders, and chest. Her movements were gentle and smooth, like wisps of smoke in a breeze, drifting downhill.

The smoke would stop near the mountainside.

She was like a greedy child, reluctantly licking the melting ice cream cone, licking it round and round, gently touching it with her hands, as soft as a feather falling from the sky. I, on the other hand, was drawn into the vortex of passion, circle after circle, tightly encircling me from below. The surge of desire flowed like streams, then gathered in a dam, overflowing little by little.

The torrent of water seeped out from the dam, and I felt like the first snowflakes under the bright sun, melting bit by bit. At first, it was like a thin trickle of water, gradually eroding the sturdy dam, finally gushing forth.

I groaned helplessly, letting myself flow with the surging torrent. Time seemed to stand still, wave after wave, endlessly, a feeling I had never experienced before. I felt completely drained, devoid of consciousness, devoid of time.

When I came to my senses, I was still trembling.

"Ah! You came so much..." There were still some drops of water on her lips.

"No... I'm sorry..." I felt extremely ashamed, so useless, she had only touched me for a short time and I was already exhausted.

"How did it feel?"

"Thank you... it really felt so good."

A strange drowsiness washed over me, and I involuntarily yawned. I curled up against her chest, listening to her heartbeat, letting her gently stroke my hair, my eyelids feeling incredibly heavy.

Perhaps she wasn't comfortable with me as her pillow, because she stirred, startling me awake from my half-asleep state. I realized she had just been servicing me; how could I have fallen asleep?

Following the instincts bestowed upon me by the Creator over millennia, I cupped her large breasts and began to suckle. Her breathing quickened, and she occasionally let out soft moans. "Gently... gently bite with your teeth..." she corrected my clumsy movements.

Guided by her, I kissed her from her full breasts to her ears, shoulders, and moist lips. My free hands explored her body, from top to bottom, until they reached her flowing, moist spot. She writhed, moaning softly, pulling me towards her paradise... "Ah!" We became one. After several rounds of lovemaking, I had to admit it was truly one of life's greatest pleasures.

Although there was no love involved, my thrilling first time was still with Xiao Hong. After that, whenever she wanted or I wanted, we could do things at her house; our relationship was purely based on lust. I didn't fall in love with her, and I think she didn't love me either. The only difference was that she was my first woman, so there was bound to be a little bit of subtle emotion involved. Watching her being taken away made me a little unhappy. But she wasn't my girlfriend, so being unhappy was useless.

Although I was older than her, her social experience was far richer than mine. Especially in matters of love and sex, she taught me almost everything, transforming me from an awkward man into one who could satisfy women. She often told me that it didn't matter if a man wasn't handsome; women would automatically choose men who could make them happy. Sex wasn't about being brave and invincible; most women loved foreplay more than sex itself.

Whether for men or women, what everyone seeks in the opposite sex is perhaps just a dream!

My ordinary life as a young master changed a little until a new hostess arrived at the hotel. Almost every man was stunned when they first saw her.

She was a woman in black, with long hair and snow-white skin. She wore no makeup, yet her beauty was breathtaking. It was the first time I realized that flawless legs actually looked better without stockings.

Her nickname was Night Shadow, rumored to be a campus belle from a national university, poached by our manager with a hefty sum.

She said she was a shadow living in the night. She said she was the Queen of the Night. She said she was the night itself. Legend had it that she was as cold as ice. Legend had it that she had never been drunk. Legend had it that she had never been taken out in public. Legend had it that anyone who tried to take advantage of her would suffer a terrible fate.

Her arrival caused a sensation at the hotel. Though she didn't speak much, she captivated all the patrons. Even the stock market tycoon, Mr. Wang, offered a staggering 100,000 yuan for a one-night stand, which she politely declined with a smile. It wasn't

until a man in a white Porsche picked her up at the end of the day that I realized 100,000 yuan was probably nothing to her.

Miss Nightshade's arrival certainly boosted the hotel's business. However, Miss Nightshade had one peculiar habit: she never helped the young masters solicit tips. In fact, she was so popular, with an endless stream of customers every day, that she didn't need the young masters to introduce her to new clients.

But, with business booming, our young masters' incomes also increased significantly. Previously, I earned two thousand yuan a day in tips, but now I earn two thousand five to three thousand yuan a day. Who knows, after a summer vacation, I might even be able to afford a used car!

After this period, I've gone from a novice young master to a seasoned one. Everyone in the related industries near Liutiao Street knows me. For example, customers often ask us to buy them cigarettes and betel nuts, and I always go to the same betel nut stand. The proprietress there is very tacit; whenever she sees me, she always gives me two extra betel nuts. Although I don't eat betel nuts, other young masters do, so I use those two betel nuts for public relations.

It's a pity there were no betel nut beauties back then, otherwise I might have been able to hook up with one or two.

Miss Nightshade was a strange person. She always had endless things to talk about with the bar girls, but she never gave us young masters a friendly look. Although everyone in our young masters' social club thought she was very pretty, not a single person had a good impression of her. Every time I saw her, I would greet her, but we never chatted or joked around.

On the other hand, I maintained a good relationship with Miss Little Red. We helped each other out, so we both benefited. Sometimes when I got home late, I would unceremoniously stay overnight at her place, and we would go out for dinner and shopping together the next day.

I always hoped that Little Red would know when to quit while she was ahead, and marry an honest man after she had made enough money. She, however, always complained that she didn't have enough money and hoped to make more for a couple more years. For two people whose relationship was based on physical needs, whether she listened to what I said was not important.

Through Xiaohong's description, I learned that although Yeying was very popular, she was also very good at attracting clients for the other girls and getting tips for them. Therefore, all the girls in the shop were very friendly to her. Initially, many girls worried that she would steal too many clients, but later they all relied on her to earn more tips.

The long summer vacation finally ended, and I calculated that I had earned about 150,000 yuan. After buying a brand new computer and a brand new motorcycle, I had to start my normal school life again. At this time, my pockets were full, and I was living a very comfortable life.

As for Xiaohong, since she had a new boyfriend, I gradually contacted her less. My time at the hotel seemed to have come to an end.

Time flew by, and with the money I earned from the hotel, I crammed for half a year at a cram school and successfully passed the entrance exam for the graduate program at a national university.

I don't know whose rule it was, but it seems that every national university has an artificial lake. This rule was incredibly attractive to me, as I love fishing. So I immediately got a fishing license and started fishing by the lake every now and then.

Although school rules prohibited fishing at night, the fish were bigger at night, so I often sneaked out to the lake to fish in the middle of the night. Since I usually gave my catch to the campus police when I fished during the day, they almost all recognized me. If they caught me at night, nothing would happen; sometimes they would even keep me company while I smoked and chatted. Of course, if I caught a fish, I would share a couple with them.

Fishing at night allowed me to see many interesting things. Especially at school, the artificial lake was an important place for couples to meet; the lakeside was a popular dating spot. The lakeside benches were often packed at night, and couples who arrived late had to patiently wait in line. If someone was being affectionate on a bench, the couple would often wait until the end of time. So when I fished at night and didn't catch any fish, I was busy watching couples on dates, which was much more interesting than fishing during the day.

Once, I saw a couple hugging and kissing on a chair from afar. One of them lifted the other's shirt and stuck their head inside, and then they started writhing around. I wished I could buy a big telescope right away.

Because their actions were so ambiguous, I grabbed a fishing rod and walked past them. I also wanted to see if the woman was pretty. I should have looked, because I was shocked to see that they were both women.

<5>

Seeing such gossip, I lost interest in fishing and quickly packed up my gear, ran back to my dorm, and went online to post the gossip.

Because of the huge gender imbalance at school—seven men for every one woman—it immediately sparked a heated discussion. A bunch of bachelors were lamenting online about how few women there were and why there was so much homosexuality. Some moralists started saying what was wrong with homosexuality, and some gay rights groups came out to criticize, which led to an online war.

The most pitiful one was me. My inbox suddenly exploded with a bunch of abusive emails, forcing me to apologize to each one. Some people were more gossipy, asking what the woman looked like and if she was pretty.

To be honest, it was so dark, I couldn't even see what they looked like clearly. And, the scariest part was that the person involved showed up at my door.

I received an email from someone claiming to be the person involved, telling me not to go too far. That user only logged on once, and it was through a computer, not from the dorm, clearly indicating they didn't want their identity to be revealed. Her username was "lesby," I wonder if it had any special meaning.

I had no choice but to apologize politely, explaining that I didn't intentionally want to cause an online disturbance. This well-written apology might calm her down.

Unfortunately, I miscalculated. A woman's revenge is terrifying.

The next day when I logged on, my inbox was overflowing. And it kept overflowing every day, to the point where I considered switching accounts.
But switching accounts made me worried that my friends and family wouldn't be able to find me, leaving me in a real dilemma.

I checked the sender's profile many times, but she never logged on again, clearly she hadn't seen the apology letter. To prevent my inbox from being flooded again, I reluctantly posted the apology letter online, hoping she would stop flooding it.

The next day, I received an email from someone named Lesbi, the other party involved. Of course, this was also a one-time use account. She said she had already spoken to Lesbi and asked her to calm down, so she shouldn't flood my inbox again.

To express my apology, I replied to Lesbi, hoping to treat them both to a meal as a token of my remorse.

Lesbi was more generous, but Lesbi didn't accept, so I only invited Lesbi.
Treating guests is an art, and I've never quite grasped its essence, so I only ever choose places like bullfighting venues. Unfortunately, these places are full of knives, forks, and hot plates; one wrong move and you're guaranteed a few transparent holes or bull-shaped branding marks.

When I first met Lesbi, I was quite amazed. Although she had short hair, it couldn't hide her natural beauty; she was the kind of pretty that's both cool and stylish! She was a very talkative girl, completely unafraid of strangers, and once she started talking, she wouldn't stop.

"I wish she wasn't a lesbian," I thought to myself.

Since I hadn't been hurt by the cutlery or the hot plate after dinner, I dragged her to see the night view. We chatted for a bit and it turned out she drove, while I rode a scooter, so I had to give her a ride, hoping she wouldn't take me to some deserted area and leave me stranded.
She drove to the Xinfeng Slope on Provincial Highway 1, where the night view of Hsinchu was unobstructed. The scent of her perfume wafted around me, making me feel very comfortable.

"Do you think I'm pretty?"

"Very pretty, and also very handsome! If you were a guy, you'd definitely charm a lot of girls."
"Heh, I've already charmed a lot of girls."

I almost forgot, she's a lesbian, so it's only natural that she charms a lot of girls.

"Excuse me for asking, but how did you come to love a woman?"

Her expression was slightly complicated. "Actually, I love women, and I love men. I love being a woman, and I love being a man. Love with men is more like passion. Love with women, however, is elevated to art; it's true emotion." "

I don't quite understand."

She lit a cigarette, slowly puffing on it, her eyes filled with a mysterious light. "You're not a woman, you wouldn't understand."

"Okay, then how do you say that the feelings between women are art?"

She flicked her cigarette ash. "Art is a realm. Only women can understand a woman's heart, so only a woman can truly love another woman. Only by being loved by someone who fully understands women can one receive true love."

"Men can understand women's hearts too..."

"Wrong! Men can never truly understand women. Because, after all, men are not women. Just like no matter how well a man understands women, he has never experienced the pain and discomfort of menstruation."

"But women can't marry women..."

"That's what makes same-sex love so great—choosing an ending without an ending, that's true love."
After listening to her for so long, even I started to get confused: "Then why do you love men too?"

"Men give me passion. They don't understand women. Letting someone who doesn't understand me possess me, that uncertainty makes me blush and my heart race, makes my blood boil."

"I see... So, do you want to be a man or a woman today?"

"Guess..."

"A man."

"You seem to know the situation quite well!"

"Yeah, otherwise why would you be arguing with me about such philosophical things?"

I lit a cigarette and looked at Lesbi through the layers of smoke. My mind was filled with questions about being neither male nor female, it was really complicated.

"Do you drink?"

"Yes, why?"

"Let's go to my dorm to drink!"

"You don't have class tomorrow?"

"No." "

Then aren't you afraid of getting drunk..."

"Don't worry, I won't get drunk."

"I get drunk very easily..."

"Ahem... if you get drunk, I'll just dump you downstairs."

After chatting for a while, Lesby took me to the Bullfighter, grabbed my motorcycle, and headed straight for University Road

.

She rented a suite outside the school, and unlike what I imagined, her room was very messy, unlike a girl's room.

Taking a few sips of whiskey, I suddenly realized that there are quite a few girls who smoke and drink these days.

"Where's Lesby?"

"She's working on a report at school, due tomorrow."

"You brought a guy back, aren't you afraid she'll get jealous?"

"Heh, she thinks I'm not interested in guys!"

"Hmm, I see... so you girls also have secrets you don't tell your lovers?"
"And men have their secrets too, don't they?"

I tilted my head and thought about it, and it seemed to be true. Everyone has things they don't want others to know. It's just that, in my experience, men are less likely to keep secrets; they can easily have their secrets exposed without even realizing it.

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