Bedroom Blunder
But He Peiling had already prepared the membership card and stepped out, handing over the receipts and such to Li Xin. "Miss Li, here's your credit card and the membership card. This is the project list and receipts—please keep them safe. Thank you for your patronage!"
"Membership card??" Li Bing snatched the list right out of her hands. "Ah? Sis, you actually signed up for the full course? Ten sessions? You planning to come here every single day?"
"Why every day?" Li Xin shot her sister a puzzled look. "Whenever I feel like it, I'll swing by for a massage. What, is the shop gonna run off somewhere?"
"Hehe, exactly, Miss Li—you can come anytime you want."
"The shop sure won't run, but Chu Fei might bolt after Spring Festival. He's heading back to Wuhan, remember? Who'll give you your massages then?"
Li Bing immediately puffed up with anger and stomped hard on Chu Fei's foot. "You liar—how dare you trick my sister! I'll stomp you dead!"
"Who said I'm going back to Wuhan after Spring Festival?"
Chu Fei looked at her, equal parts amused and exasperated.
"I've come all this way and even set up this special service—think I'd just work a few days and bail? I've got my reputation to think of, and so does my mom!"
"Ah? You're not going back?"
Li Bing's eyes went wide in shock at first, but she lit up with joy a second later. "Fine then—this young lady's feeling generous today, so I won't hold the past against you... Sis, let's head home first."
"Okay!" Li Xin gave Chu Fei another curious glance, then nodded to He Peiling by way of farewell before turning to leave.
"Uh, she really went for the full massage package? Ten sessions?" Chu Fei watched as Li Xin and Li Bing climbed into their car and drove off, then turned to ask.
"Yep, son—you're the one with the magic touch... So, what do you want for a late-night snack? Mom'll go grab it! My treat tonight!"
"Isn't your money basically my money?" Chu Fei chuckled wryly again. "I'm good—get some BBQ for the girls in the shop instead."
"Oh? My boy's finally growing up!" He Peiling grabbed Chu Fei's hand with delight. "Alright then, Mom's in a great mood—you're treating tonight!"
"..."
He Peiling returned with heaps of BBQ, enough for every girl in the shop to get a generous portion. They all dug in with relish—after all, they earned their keep through hard graft and rarely splurged on stuff like this, even thinking twice about the occasional indulgence. When they heard it was Chu Fei footing the bill, they beamed at him one and all, showering him with thanks.
With Spring Festival right around the corner, the Hong Kong customers had all but vanished, leaving the shop eerily quiet. Even the evening crowd was sparse, mostly just folks popping in for a hair wash or basic health massage. By a bit past eleven, Chu Fei saw the place was dead and decided to close up early, sending everyone off to bed.
But things got awkward once they were back in the dorm—way too many girls, over twenty of them lining up for the showers. And everyone knows how long women take in there. With nothing to do, Chu Fei eventually nodded off. In his drowsy haze, he felt a soft, fragrant body throw itself into his arms, teasing him relentlessly. Without a second thought—assuming it was his cousin or Lin Juan—he rolled over, pinned her beneath him, and thrust right in. But the moment he did, something felt wrong. Blinking awake, he realized it was one of the shop girls: Du Wenli.
"Young Master Fei, your cock's so huge—it feels amazing inside me."
Du Wenli wasn't exaggerating; Chu Fei's equipment was impressive, guaranteed to hit all the right spots. The issue was...
This tone was pure flattery, obvious as day.
Whatever—he was already balls-deep. And Du Wenli was passably attractive, at least. Without further ado, Chu Fei grabbed her breasts and started pumping his hips. But he wasn't about to go easy on her feelings; he just hammered away relentlessly until she was wailing like a banshee...
Then came He Peiling's furious roar from outside the door.
"Xiao Fei, you little bastard! Did you at least use a condom?!"
Her shout hit like a bucket of ice water—Chu Fei wilted instantly. He scrambled off her and shot Du Wenli a look. "Forget it—just get out, quick."
"Got it, Young Master Fei!" Du Wenli was no fool; she hopped up, straightened her clothes, and soon slipped out the door like a shadow.
Chu Fei sat on the bed in sullen silence for a moment. He could tell He Peiling was genuinely pissed, so he debated going over to explain himself.
After a beat, he snatched that mystery stone bracelet from the bedside—the one he'd bought—and padded quietly to her door. He knocked, but got no answer. Shrugging inwardly, he let himself in with a thick skin. Sure enough, there was Mom, perched on the bed and glaring daggers at him.
"Mom..."
"You rotten brat—get out!"
"Mom!" Chu Fei wasn't budging. He shut the door and plopped down beside He Peiling, all shameless grin. "Sorry, Mom—I messed up. Go ahead, give me a smack."
"A smack? I'll kill you!"