In the depths of the night, a long-haired femme fatale took a deep breath, gathered her courage, and carefully stepped into the darkness.
A gentle breeze swept by, carrying with it the lingering warmth of a summer night, lightly playing with people’s hair and the hems of their clothes.
The rustling of leaves echoed, as if whispering the secrets of the night.
A long-haired femme fatale weaved through the bustling crowds, drawing countless admiring and astonished glances.
As it turns out, only a man truly understands another man. Even though Ji Yuennian had a penchant for crossdressing, having once been a burly man, her crossdressing aesthetics gripped the male psyche tightly.
She wore an off-white Chanel-style jacket over a blue-gray satin shirt; the exquisite tailoring and delicate fabric highlighted her noble air, the shirt’s gentle sheen flowing with her every movement, like moonlight in motion.
A short-sleeved, slit miniskirt accentuated her graceful figure, the slit revealing glimpses of her long, beautiful legs, adding a hint of seductive allure. Fishnet stockings pushed this sensuality to the extreme, the fine mesh exuding endless temptation.
On her feet was a pair of Valentino silver studded heels, the sharp stiletto and dazzling studs reflecting a cold brilliance under the moonlight. Each step struck with a resolute, confident rhythm, perfectly complementing her cool, elegant temperament.
Most eye-catching of all was the silver bell tied at her neck. As the breeze passed, the bell let out a crisp chime, lending her a mysterious sexiness and charm.
“How does it feel?” A streak of dark red flashed inside the silver bell, and then Jiang Chi’s voice sounded in her Bluetooth earpiece.
“Pretty thrilling.” The long-haired femme fatale licked her dry red lips, beautiful eyes sparkling with a hint of daze and excitement.
“Chi-bao, if you ask me, you should’ve just hung me full of fun little toys, like in those novels I’ve read, where the man blends into the crowd and remotely controls the woman, secretly admiring her shy yet feigned reserve.”
Back in his own bedroom, Jiang Chi was left speechless by this, black lines appearing on his face, not knowing how to reply.
According to their original agreement, he was supposed to blend into the crowd, always nearby to remind Ji Yuennian and provide a safety net in case she ran into anyone she knew while out crossdressed, thus preventing social death.
But one call from Chen Mengrou had forced Jiang Chi home for dinner. Left with no choice, he put his handiwork skills to use, hastily installing a pinhole camera in Ji Yuennian’s silver bell, making do with a remote live broadcast.
“Ji Yuennian.” After a long silence, Jiang Chi finally spoke again.
“I’m here.”
“I highly suggest you go see a psychologist.”
“Get lost.”
After bickering with Jiang Chi as usual, Ji Yuennian was in a great mood. Humming a little tune, she strolled leisurely through the lively streets. Many men tried to chat her up, but she turned them all down.
Summer vacation had ended, and autumn was approaching. The night breeze had lost its summer heat, bringing a coolness that brushed across people’s faces, leaving them feeling refreshed and comfortable.
Especially as the night wind played with her short-sleeved, slit miniskirt and swept over the legs encased in fishnet stockings, the coolness made her involuntarily narrow her eyes in enjoyment. Even walking in heels, her legs tingled with an indescribable pleasure and comfort.
Going out crossdressed!
Refreshing!
Passing by a bar, Ji Yuennian took advantage of the streetlights and slipped into a quiet, deserted alley. She licked her dry red lips and called softly.
“Chi-bao, are you there?”
A flash of blue light glimmered at the Bluetooth earpiece hidden beneath her hair: “I’m here.”
“Want to play a game?”
“Say it.”
“I’ll blindfold myself in a bit. You use the micro camera to observe the surroundings, then guide my movements, just like we did in that last game.”
“Of course, you can also treat this as a mecha piloting game. You’re the pilot, I’m the mecha—I’ll obey your orders one hundred percent.”
“…Uh,” The man’s voice on the other end of the earpiece fell silent for a long time. Just as the long-haired femme fatale’s anticipation was about to turn into disappointment, Jiang Chi finally spoke, with a hint of puzzlement in his voice.
“Ji Yuennian, what exactly is your goal?”
“Pleasure!” The long-haired femme fatale laughed out loud, enchanting and wild. “I feel amazing.”
“I’ve never felt this good before.”
She trembled slightly, her face flushed, lips curved in a sensual smile. Half-leaning against the alley wall, her beautiful eyes grew misty and unfocused, as if she might faint from excitement at any moment.
“I’ve tried going out crossdressed before, but it’s never been this electrifying. Maybe you’re right, maybe I do need to see a psychologist. But before that, can you just let me enjoy this?”
“I’m not afraid of you laughing at me anyway. We’ve already seen everything of each other more than once. My skirt is soaked right now, and I can even feel a few drops sliding down my stockings.”
“Uhh, uhh, Jiang Chi, if you were here right now, I’d definitely want you to press me against the wall and ravage me until I’m drooling.”
“…” Jiang Chi fell silent again.
“I’m taking you to get a health check next weekend.”
“So you agree?” The long-haired femme fatale abruptly raised her head, an unusual light flickering in her beautiful eyes.
“If I didn’t agree, I’d really suspect you’d just start touching yourself right here.” Jiang Chi said coolly.
“Ji Yuennian, don’t let your ‘little head’… uh, your little sister control your big head.”
“Got it, got it, got it.” Her pink tongue licked her dry red lips, Ji Yuennian’s eyes blurry and full of anticipation: “Let’s start right away.” Saying that, she closed her eyes tightly, waiting for instructions.
Jiang Chi had lost count of how many times he’d lapsed into silence today.
After a long pause, he used the pinhole camera to observe the surroundings. Once he made sure there were no obstacles ahead, he spoke slowly: “Take ten steps forward.”
The long-haired femme fatale, trembling and eyes shut, followed Jiang Chi’s instructions, stepping forward one by one. Her long, fishnet-clad legs moved gracefully, but the closed eyes lent her movements a trace of nervousness.
The man’s voice remained steady, calmly narrating what he saw.
“There’s an obstacle ahead, turn left and take three steps, then turn right and walk eight steps forward.”
“There’s an obstacle ahead, turn right and take seven steps, then turn left and walk eight steps forward.”
“There’s an obstacle ahead, turn right and take five steps, then turn left and walk seven steps forward.”
……
Obediently moving step by step, Ji Yuennian picked up her pace, her heartbeat gradually speeding up.
A strange, indescribable feeling surged within her. Was it excitement? Thrill? Or something more complex?
Maybe this feeling was called “trust.”
Ji Yuennian thought to herself.
“There’s a fork ahead, possibly some passersby. Walk forward fifteen—”
The man’s voice suddenly cut off. Ji Yuennian felt uneasy, but her body instinctively followed his instructions and stepped forward.
Her world was pitch black, but vaguely, Ji Yuennian sensed she was passing the fork.
Suddenly, a wave of strong alcohol breath rushed over. Before she could react, she crashed heavily into a solid body.
Ji Yuennian opened her eyes, meeting a pair of pitch-black eyes filled with shock and surprise. By the dim light, she saw the man’s face clearly—and at the same time, he saw hers.
It was a face both of them knew all too well.
“Bro?!”
“Little bro?!”
Isn’t it supposed to be the gold bell while in this form?