Chapter 15: The Cheongsam, the Legs, and a Dangerous Curve

Swish, swish, swish, swish, swish!

Outside the window, rain poured down, a heavy downpour dispelling the heat of military training. At this moment, in a dorm room on the eighth floor, a young man with ice-blue eyes on the top bunk was scrolling through his phone, staring intently at a post on his QQ Space.

Black stockings, white stockings, fishnets, miniskirts…

JK uniform knee-high socks, slouch socks, mid-calf socks, ankle socks, garter stockings…

Lolita style, Gothic-style lace-up thigh-highs, academy-style plaid knee-highs, and the legs faintly visible under the Hanfu horse-faced skirt…

 So white, so smooth, so beautiful.

Qin Liang rubbed his fingertips across the screen, his eyes filled with inexplicable emotion.

“Holy cow, you guys check out the college Tieba. Someone’s saying meteorology doesn’t exist, and it’s already got thousands of replies.” Lin Haiyu chewed on his lemonade straw, secretly amazed.

“I can only say it’s a top-tier university for a reason. Even a simple argument can bring out the professionals, quoting all sorts of classics and turning it into a full-blown academic seminar.”

Hearing this, out of curiosity, Qin Liang temporarily exited his QQ feed and clicked on the college Tieba.

A post titled “Meteorology Doesn’t Exist” had been pushed to the top of the hot search, its popularity soaring, with the number of comments approaching ten thousand in the blink of an eye.

The diverse replies were filled with comments like “the big shots are amazing,” “truly terrifying,” and small advertisements. There were even many professionals who joined the discussion.

‘As expected, the essence of humanity is to watch the drama unfold.’

The general content of the post was about the sudden heavy rain in Nanchang City, which had appeared without any warning or even any contributing factors.

In the poster’s analogy, if the elements of fire are fuel, an oxidizer, and an ignition source, then this unexplainable heavy rain was as ridiculous as a modern person coming to a primitive tribe, expecting to see them start a fire by drilling wood, only to see them clap their hands, mutter a few words, and conjure fire out of thin air without any of the necessary elements, just by chanting a spell.

It was enough to make a modern person scream that thermodynamics no longer exists!

After a few glances, Qin Liang, who was not a professional, didn’t linger and swiped back to his feed.

He turned his attention back to his feed, browsing through the pictures of beautiful legs. Especially when he saw the black and white leg picture from a few days ago, noted as a joint photo of the sisters, his breathing couldn’t help but quicken.

He had a leg fetish.

This was undeniable.

Everyone has their own hobbies and kinks.

Even he, who spent his years in a hospital trying to stay alive.

And as for the netizen “It’s Kele, Not Leke,” Qin Liang was very curious.

‘Lively, cheerful, a prankster, loves jokes, and can perfectly cater to his kinks. What kind of wonderful and interesting person is she in real life?’

‘An online scammer?’

‘Possible.’

‘A prankster?’

‘Also possible.’

‘A female Bodhisattva?’

‘Also a significant possibility.’

He was curious, he yearned, he craved the truth, so he came to Nanchang City, wanting to meet her.

Even though his time was short.

But then again, who has enough time in life?

Everyone reaches the end, he was just getting there a little earlier.

On this journey, which was several decades shorter than others’, he wanted to do more of what he liked, just as “It’s Kele, Not Leke” had once enlightened him: truly meaningful things are not defined by others, but by what you yourself deem meaningful.

“By the way, Ah Le has been out for so long, why isn’t he back yet?” Li Wei mumbled, staring at his game screen. “I was counting on him to bring me food.”

“Maybe he’s out there doing some performance art right now. Didn’t he buy a set a few days ago? The Bible paired with ‘The Theory of Materialism,’ a perfect blend of idealism and materialism,” Lin Haiyu laughed.

At this point, Qin Liang didn’t join the conversation, but quietly rubbed the tip of his nose.

Speaking of Tang Yunle, a lively figure popped into his mind—energetic, cheerful, always with a smile on his face, as if no difficulty was a big deal to him, and the increasingly strong, cool, and fresh lemon scent on him.

In his big brother’s words, this kind of person is very suitable to be a friend.

Whoosh, the rain poured down.

The door of the small rental unit was pushed open. The young man squeezed in, holding a package in his right hand and an umbrella in his left, and flicked on the light switch.

In the pale light, raindrops were trickling down the tips of his hair.

“What a heavy rain. Didn’t the meteorological bureau say it would be sunny all day today? How did they get it wrong?”

He muttered as he kicked off his slippers, the water droplets leaving small wet marks on the floor.

“But the rain is good too. With military training every day, even an iron body can’t take it.”

The computer desk was empty. His laptop had already been taken to school. Tang Yunle was not a rich kid; he didn’t have the spare cash for a “backup computer.”

Ever since the college entrance exams ended, he had been cooped up in this small rental unit, earning living expenses by providing emotional value to his sugar daddy on one hand, and waiting for his admission notice on the other.

As for going home?

The thought of his parents constantly fighting about divorce extinguished that idea.

Ding~

The phone in his pocket suddenly vibrated. He took it out, and his brows instantly furrowed into a deep frown.

It’s Kele, Not Leke: –Meng-jie, are there really no pictures of this type?

Meng-jie: –Where am I supposed to find them, Little Tang! I’ve never seen this style of cheongsam on the market! If you’re not in a hurry, I can have the artist rush it, but it’ll take two or three days.

Meng-jie: –If you need it urgently, you can try AI.

Tang Yunle tapped the screen twice and sighed, staring at the chat box.

In their line of work, they all had a resource library provided by the platform to satisfy the various kinks of their clients. The pictures in the resource library were all hand-drawn by artists recruited by the platform and were indistinguishable from real people.

After all, it was impossible for a big guy like him to actually wear women’s clothing and take pictures for his sugar daddy. Putting aside whether it would fit, just the eye-sore factor was enough.

This wasn’t the first time Tang Yunle had encountered this situation, where the women’s clothing his sugar daddy had mailed him was not available in the resource library.

At that time, there were two solutions: one was to stall until the platform’s artist had finished drawing it, and the other was to use AI to generate the corresponding picture.

But now, the former was not an option. The chat history clearly showed him repeatedly saying that he had received the package. As for the latter… Tang Yunle had used AI a few times before. The pictures it generated were half-real, half-fake, and it was okay to fool someone once in a while.

But at this moment, he was preparing to make a big score and run away. If he was exposed because of an AI picture, wouldn’t all his previous groundwork be for naught?

And what about his living expenses and tuition for the next four years of college?

As he was thinking, his phone vibrated twice, and another message suddenly popped up.

GentleAsAGem: –Not ready yet?

GentleAsAGem: –I’m really looking forward to it. longinglyes.jpg

The corner of Tang Yunle’s mouth twitched.

‘Old perv, if I don’t milk you, who will I milk!’

It’s Kele, Not Leke: –Big brother, what brand is this cheongsam? I couldn’t find it on the market.

GentleAsAGem: –I had my family’s tailor custom-make it. The size is the same as before, it should fit you.

‘Family? Tailor? Custom-made?’

‘Damn it!’

‘Damn rich kid! How can you be so rich!!’

‘So, what should I do next?’

‘Should I lie and say the heavy rain washed away the package?’

“Big sister sauce, what a beautiful cheongsam. Did your boyfriend give it to you?” someone said from behind him.

A beautiful girl in a low-cut white t-shirt, a chiffon high-waisted short skirt, and white stockings was standing behind him, leaning forward to look at him.

Tang Yunke.