Lin Li: Don't Come Over!

Lin Li: Don't Come Over! Miss, please have some self-respect? Are you even human to say something like that?

I'm a prostitute, bro. You're asking a prostitute to have some self-respect? If I had any fucking self-respect, would I have come here to be a prostitute?

When I wasn't a prostitute, everyone told me to respect myself. Now that I am one, you still want me to respect myself? Didn't that make becoming a prostitute pointless? Rounded up, this already counted as an insult to my dignity, didn't it? Self-respect, my ass. Telling me to get myself moving would be more normal! This guy looked decent enough, so why was his brain such a complete fucking idiot?

Honest, proper, and brain-dead. Suitable for taking over someone else's mess, but not suitable for where I was in life right now.

Wait.

Xiao Jing had been immersed in this industry for years and possessed abundant experience in serving customers. After being stunned for a moment, she suddenly realized the truth.

This handsome young guy... was waiting for the medicine to take effect, wasn't he?

It wasn't as if she had never received customers like this before. When they first met, they would actually talk to her about life and ideals, their mouths full of romance, spring, summer, autumn, and winter, carrying themselves with the refined taste of scholars.

Xiao Jing had genuinely thought they had hired her only to ease their loneliness on a spiritual level. She had even felt a little touched.

Then, as they talked, she saw the customer suddenly reach downward.

—And not toward Xiao Jing's lower half.

The customer reached toward his own lower half, and then—

"Fuck, it's finally up!"

"Boss, let's continue our chat..."

"To hell with romance! Who the fuck wants to talk about that? I fucking want to drill, drill, drill, drill, drill!"

After that came nothing but drilling, drilling, drilling, drilling, drilling.

Obviously, the handsome young guy before her was in the same situation.

What else could it be? It wasn't like a lunatic would come to the Chicken Farm and not eat chicken, right? If he genuinely wanted a massage, why order some hidden package and waste money?

Still, Xiao Jing was somewhat disappointed.

She hadn't considered this possibility because Lin Li looked too young. At his age, there really weren't many people who had fallen to the point of needing medicine.

Who could have expected it? Lin Li looked decent and was young too, yet he turned out to be a Silver Spear Wax Head—good-looking but useless.

But it didn't matter. She had never entered this line of work for her own comfort. In fact, during most services, even the sounds she made were for the customer's satisfaction.

As long as there was money to earn, that was enough. Besides, with medicine involved, even if she only provided the real service afterward, Lin Li would probably extend the session. After all, the effects of the medicine wouldn't disappear after just one round.

So it didn't matter whether the service came before or after.

"Then please lie back down, sir. Xiao Jing will give you a massage first. Once you feel ready and the timing is right, we can provide the real service," Xiao Jing said cooperatively. Naturally, she was tactful enough not to mention that he had taken medicine.

"Okay." Lin Li was greatly pleased by Xiao Jing's understanding. As expected of an outstanding employee cultivated by a Conscience Enterprise—so considerate.

If Lin Li had known what Xiao Jing was thinking, he might really have taken off his pants for the sake of masculine pride.

A man could endure only so much.

Fuck, harder than steel, stronger than iron! Nothing else to it—seventeen-year-old boys just had that kind of confidence! It wasn't just me who was strong; my seventeen years were strong too!

He was lying face-down on the massage bed right now, and even that made him feel awkward!

But honestly, after the intense training that morning, having his sore muscles massaged felt damn amazing.

Wasn't this more comfortable than a full-body service?

"Xiao Jing, your massage technique's got something to it. Why did you choose this line of work?" Unable to play on his phone, Lin Li instinctively performed a classic male skill—dragging respectable women into the gutter and persuading women of the gutter to become respectable.

"My Boyfriend needed money to get married, and my mom wouldn't listen to me, so I'm helping him save up the bride price," Xiao Jing said softly.

What an explosive piece of gossip.

For that guy to find a girlfriend like this, had he saved... saved Satan in his past life, and now Satan had come to repay him?

"Does your Boyfriend know?"

"Of course he doesn't."

"Hard to... comment on that." Lin Li shook his head.

After tonight, your Boyfriend would know. Damn, was I doing something good or something bad?

Let future generations judge right and wrong, merit and fault.

"Looks like you're not the type of boss who gets excited after hearing a backstory like that?" Seeing Lin Li fall silent, Xiao Jing blinked. This wasn't at all what she had imagined. He even seemed a little guilty, so she hurriedly explained.

"What type do you like, boss? I can adjust my background too."

"Huh?"

Fuck your mother.

An adaptive backstory, custom-made for every customer. This was for satisfying customers with cuckold fetishes—role-playing, right?

And I actually believed her.

This Conscience Enterprise's employee training was way too comprehensive, while seventeen-year-old me was far too innocent.

It wasn't me who was innocent. It was my seventeen years.

After realizing Xiao Jing wouldn't say anything truthful either, Lin Li chatted with her half-heartedly, mainly enjoying the massage.

"Boss, it's already been forty minutes. Aren't you ready yet?" Xiao Jing's hands were fucking sore from massaging. She had worked over every inch of Lin Li's back, yet this boss still showed no intention of getting to the main event.

Could the medicine's effects still not have kicked in? What kind of medicine had he taken? The quality was so bad; he should say it so others could avoid it.

Being cheap in this regard was truly irresponsible toward his own body.

If this dragged on, there wouldn't be enough time.

After all, the 399 package didn't include actual combat, and Lin Li hadn't purchased any additional props. If there wasn't enough stimulation, it would take quite a while.

Meanwhile, Lin Li thought:

That's a good question. I want to ask the same thing!

Demon Suppression Division, it's already been forty minutes. Aren't you ready yet? Forty minutes—if Bai Bufan were here, he would've finished ten rounds and turned into a dried corpse by now! Wait.

I clearly told the operator I was here, yet they still hadn't come. Were they deliberately waiting for me to finish, planning to arrest me too to boost their numbers? It wasn't even the end of the year yet!

Entrapment! You people had deeply wounded a minor's Dao Heart!

Once I succeeded in cultivating immortality, I'd send them, Bai Bufan, and that Aunt I'd never met to heaven together—physically! As Lin Li's thoughts wandered, he felt his hand being lifted, followed by it sinking into something soft.

Something was wrong. Lin Li abruptly raised his head and saw Xiao Jing perform a magical trick that made her clothes disappear.

"Boss, the effects of your medicine are clearly here. Why didn't you say anything? Come on, we can finally get to the main event." When Lin Li turned onto his side, certain parts became quite obvious. Xiao Jing threw him a flirtatious look.

This guy had really been hiding his strength.

What kind of medicine did he take? The effect was so fierce. She should ask him about it sometime.

"No! Let me be quiet!"

"Quiet is right here." Xiao Jing extended her devilish claws toward the utterly innocent Lin Li.

He fled, she pursued; even with wings, he could not escape.

It was over. He was about to be defiled.

At that moment, somewhat noisy sounds arose outside the door.

They rapidly grew louder and clearer.

"What's going on?" Xiao Jing noticed it too and turned toward the door in confusion.

Lin Li suddenly opened his eyes and looked at Xiao Jing. "Quick, put your clothes—"

But Xiao Jing walked over and opened the door. Before she could scream, someone's self-introduction came from outside:

"Don't move! Police!"

Lin Li rolled his eyes.

They really knew how to pick their timing.

Sacrificing my ten-thousand-word author alt.

"I'm not wrong. The Ming Dynasty was originally like this!"

Yan Song was loyal, and Little Pavilion Elder was the true hope. Believe me, history books can't possibly lie!