Better Not Mention It – Mom's Fierce Glare
He Peiling immediately shot her son another fierce glare at the mention. "If your mom couldn't even pick up on that, I wouldn't be able to make a living here!"
"Cough cough, Mom, can you give your son a little face?"
Chu Fei glanced at her cautiously and saw she wasn't truly angry. He quickly turned to the other girls and changed the subject. "Listen up, girls—from now on, whenever you have female customers getting their hair done, recommend this service to them. For every client you bring in, you'll each get a 10% commission."
"You're really going to do this... so how much do we charge?" He Peiling took the bait instantly, already calculating the profits in her head, wondering if 10% commission was generous enough...
"I'll think about that some more. I don't really get the market yet... I was just testing it out on Shishi earlier. Now that we know it works, we need to plan this out properly and figure out the next steps. But Mom, does our shop have membership cards?"
"We do! Three hundred yuan gets you one—haircuts, shampoos, massages, all at 15% off."
"Three hundred's too low. Let me mull it over... Man, I'm beat. Heading back to crash."
"Alright..."
But Chu Fei didn't sleep well that night. He dreamed he went back to Li Ran later on, talking marriage, only to watch her slip into another man's arms because he couldn't afford a house. Then he sought out Zhang Qian—and caught her in bed with a bunch of guys at some wild orgy party...
His eyes fluttered open in a daze, only for Chu Fei to notice the blanket over him undulating rhythmically. The sensation from below was downright bizarre. He lifted it to find his cousin He Shishi nestled between his legs, dutifully working his morning-hard, throbbing cock with her mouth.
"Uh... morning, Shishi!"
"Morning! Cousin..." He Shishi released the thick shaft from her mouth and looked up at him with adoring eyes. "You're amazing, Cousin—you made me so slim and gorgeous! Xiaomin and the others were dying of envy last night. My body's still kinda floaty though, like I'm flying..."
"Heh! If anything feels off, you gotta tell me."
Chu Fei gave her a look. "Okay, enough fun—let me get up. Gotta do some research later..."
"I'm coming with you!"
"Sure!"
Chu Fei found a nearby internet café and booked a couple's booth to avoid interruptions—just two computers and a double sofa.
He Shishi fired up her machine like a pro, logging into QQ and whatnot. Chu Fei couldn't help but chuckle inwardly at her friend list—it was surprisingly long. He left her to her rapid-fire typing and chats, pulling up a search engine to dig into massage basics.
Sure enough, he'd guessed right. Massage slimming therapies had been around forever, and most body-shaping centers still offered them today. Results? Hit or miss at best—nothing like his miraculous, instant transformations. Perfect for his shop: achieve his goals, devour some yin essence, and rake in cash. Win-win.
But he couldn't make it too obvious...
The girls' reactions yesterday had clued him in: his ability was catnip to women.
If every customer left slimmed down after one session, word would spread like wildfire—and soon enough, who'd be knocking? Not the kind of attention he wanted. No way was he ending up as a lab rat, sliced and diced. From here on, he'd mask his powers with legit massage techniques. Time to dial back the feasting—no more He Shishis.
After poring over standard beauty salon services, he had a rough outline forming...
No helping it—their shop wasn't exactly high-end. No fancy equipment, no products, zilch. So Chu Fei started brainstorming satisfying services that leveraged his gift for profit. First up: more practice runs on Shishi.
He sketched a basic plan for the offerings. Next: pick up some real techniques. To pass as a proper therapy spa, he'd need those standard massage moves—the perfect smokescreen for his powers...
Lots of work ahead.