Chapter 74: Conquering a Man with Words

The fitting room was arranged with warmth and comfort, its amber lighting casting a hint of intimacy throughout the space. To one side stood a full-length mirror, beside it a clothes rack, and as soon as one stepped inside, a faint, pleasant fragrance lingered in the air, soothing and inviting.

Replaying the awkward scene from earlier, even Li Huan, usually thick-skinned, couldn’t help but feel a wave of shame. It was truly disgraceful—he had embarrassed himself so thoroughly in front of two beautiful women, one his boss and the other a senior student with whom he had a complicated, ambiguous relationship.

Amid his turmoil, Li Huan’s mind was somewhat distracted, and the arousal that had embarrassed him began to subside. The tent he’d been pitching eased away, but the discomfort lingered, and he needed a moment to calm himself.

Surrounded by the warm red hues of the decor, Li Huan felt a greater sense of comfort, even coziness. He thought that if there were a bed in such a room, and perhaps a cup of coffee, it would be the perfect setting for a restful nap.

As this thought crossed his mind, he couldn’t help but glance back, catching his own reflection in the mirror—his cheeks flushed. He pinched his face, realizing how green he still was. Had it been a more experienced man, he thought, he wouldn’t have fled in panic but would have seized the opportunity for a bit of mischief.

His gaze drifted to the clothes rack beside the mirror, and suddenly his heart skipped a beat. His eyes widened, and the very part of him that had just retreated now surged back to life, once again standing at attention with a fervor that could match a marching anthem.

Draped carelessly on the rack was a set of pink lace lingerie. Judging by the cups, they were clearly intended for someone of Sun Feifei’s proportions—which wasn’t shocking in itself, given he’d already enjoyed certain privileges. But beneath the bra lay a pair of panties, pink and no bigger than his palm, suspended from a support. The sheer lace edging was dangerously alluring, and Li Huan could easily imagine how they would look on Sun Feifei, barely covering her perfectly rounded curves.

He now understood the source of the familiar scent he’d noticed upon entering—the lingering fragrance of Sun Feifei, clinging to her most intimate apparel. Li Huan instinctively took a deep breath, letting the subtle, intoxicating aroma suffuse his whole being, tinged with a trace of seductive magic.

The visual shock, paired with the constant lure of her scent, left him dazed and restless. He felt a surge of heat threatening to erupt, and when he tried to press down the stubborn little rebel below, it refused to comply. Resigned, he bent slightly, stealing one last, reluctant glance at the red lace panties before forcing himself to look elsewhere.

Often, the more one tries to suppress a thought, the stronger it becomes. Such was the case with Li Huan: though he kept telling himself to stop thinking, the image of those panties danced endlessly before his eyes. Ten minutes passed, and his physical response showed no sign of abating.

Suddenly, the door burst open with a bang—perhaps the two women outside had grown impatient. Sun Feifei strode in, catching sight of Li Huan squatting on the floor in obvious distress. She glanced at the clothes rack, where her own recently discarded lingerie was still hanging, and a flush crept up her cheeks. She shot Li Huan a deep, reproachful look, yanked the lingerie from the rack, stuffed it into her bag, and hurried out.

Li Huan was mortified. This was even worse than the night he’d tried to kiss Sun Feifei; at least then, she had felt something for him, and though things hadn’t gone as he’d hoped, she’d comforted him with her soft, gentle touch. Afterwards, things had been awkward but manageable—no one mentioned it again.

This time was different. It had been Li Ruo Tong who’d teased him into a frenzy, and by chance he’d burst into the fitting room just after Sun Feifei had changed. To her, he must have seemed a hopeless pervert, aroused by the mere sight of women’s underwear—a randy beast without restraint!

Another five or six minutes passed before Li Huan finally pushed open the fitting room door. Curious glances gathered at once, but what embarrassed him most was Li Ruo Tong, standing at the doorway as if nothing were amiss, a lacy, scandalously revealing t-back dangling from her fingers—its center entirely see-through.

Li Huan wasn’t even sure how he managed to exit the boutique. It was as if he’d experienced a humiliation unlike any other—a memory he’d rather erase. Under the cold, judgmental stares of the staff, he felt stripped bare, put on public display for all to see, like some pitiable creature under the spotlight.

“Men are all creatures who think with their lower halves—honestly, how pathetic!” Sun Feifei wasn’t the only one to emerge with him; the usually aloof boss, Li Ruo Tong, never missed a chance to attack his male pride with her sharp tongue.

“And women are creatures who conquer men with their words!” Li Huan retorted. He had no idea how to show respect to such a boss—was there any other who would bicker with her employees like this? And a woman at that, with the mouth of a street tough!

Li Ruo Tong frowned, puzzling over his words. Men think with their lower halves, women conquer men with their mouths—did that mean women conquered men’s lower halves with their mouths? The implication made her bristle.

“Are you looking for trouble?” Unable to take it anymore, Li Ruo Tong swung her purse at Li Huan’s head.

Fortunately, he was prepared, dodging the blow and taking refuge beside Sun Feifei, wary of another sudden attack.

“Oh, what can I do with you two! Ruo Tong, you should have a little more restraint,” Sun Feifei intervened, unfazed by the bickering. Though Li Ruo Tong was the boss, she never abused her authority—she had even helped Li Huan out of a tight spot after he’d accidentally seen her naked. What puzzled Sun Feifei was how much Li Ruo Tong seemed to enjoy sparring with Li Huan, and yet she never managed to get the upper hand.

“Why should I be restrained? Feifei, you’re not helping me at all! He’s seen everything, and just now he was peeping and even had a reaction—shameless!” Li Ruo Tong was so furious she trembled, and with her agitation, her ample bosom quivered impressively.

Luckily, they were in the parking lot, with few people around. Otherwise, they would have attracted quite a scene. This time, Li Huan behaved himself, stealing only a quick glance before striding forward, feigning nonchalance.

“Forget it, you two can sort things out yourselves. I’m staying out of it!” Sun Feifei wanted no part in their quarrel. Since that night when she’d helped Li Huan out, their relationship had grown ambiguous, and she herself was at a loss—should she allow things to continue like this?

“You owe me, and I’ll make you pay it back!” Li Ruo Tong gritted her teeth, determined not to let him get away with it.

“Want repayment in kind?” Li Huan shot back. So what if he’d seen and touched her? It wasn’t as if she’d lost anything—if she wanted, he’d gladly let her have a good look and feel in return!

He considered it seriously. Repayment in kind wasn’t such a bad idea—having a beautiful woman explore him from head to toe. Though it might be a bit embarrassing, he’d still be a virgin afterwards—no real loss.

“Fine! At Dancing with Wolves there’s no shortage of men who’d love someone like you. How about I pick two for you?” Li Ruo Tong, as the mastermind behind Dancing with Wolves, was all too familiar with the business. But the thought of two burly men pinning Li Huan down and taking turns with him sent a shiver down her spine—it was just too wicked!

Li Huan, too, was startled. Today he’d once again witnessed his boss’s formidable boldness—she was truly a force to be reckoned with.

Sun Feifei gave Li Ruo Tong a reproachful look, her face burning. She couldn’t imagine how Li Ruo Tong could say such things. Yet, her mind involuntarily conjured the image of Li Huan entangled with two men, and she shuddered at the thought—after all, she’d helped him out intimately before and couldn’t stomach the idea of him with anyone else, let alone men.

Li Huan drove his convertible BMW behind Li Ruo Tong’s Bentley. Clearly, the two women had no intention of letting the newly-minted upstart off so easily. With time on their hands and someone else footing the bill, they were determined to shop the city center to their hearts’ content.

Neither Sun Feifei nor Li Ruo Tong lacked for money. Dancing with Wolves alone brought in millions daily; it was a veritable den of female tycoons, outshining even the most exclusive clubs for successful men.

As for YiXiuEr, the so-called local brand of Zhonghai, not even a proper company, its ability to rake in cash was enough to leave Li Huan speechless. The lingerie set Sun Feifei tried on that day was, rumor had it, entirely hand-crocheted and priced at fifty thousand—bearing the YiXiuEr knitted logo. Li Huan could hardly believe so little fabric could command such a price, but as Sun Feifei put it, wealthy women spend not for necessity, but for pride and taste.