Following the Store Manager into the shop, her steps felt light and weak.
It was as if she was walking on clouds, her mind full of what the Store Manager had just said.
There might have been some exaggeration in those words, but not much. After all, her face really did have that kind of potential!
“But for a boy, it’s not just about padding your chest. Looks like you’ll have to wear a fake chest.” The Store Manager tilted her head and smiled as she spoke.
Hearing this, Song Qiuyu stopped in her tracks. That sentence was both extremely unfamiliar and shockingly direct, so her brain had to work hard just to translate it.
For money, it wasn’t just about wearing a cosplay outfit and cosplaying as Keqing.
She even had to wear a fake chest?
She wanted to give up.
As soon as they entered the shop, the Store Clerks enthusiastically surrounded them, and it was only thanks to the Store Manager that she was rescued from the crowd.
“Come on, everything you need is ready for you. If you don’t know how to put it on…”
“I can do it!” Song Qiuyu pretended to understand.
If she didn’t pretend, she could already guess what the Store Manager’s next sentence would be—definitely a hands-on demonstration!
No way she could let that happen!
Hugging the clothes and wig prepared for her, she turned and walked straight into the changing room.
Then, she checked all the items she’d brought in. If she didn’t understand how to put something on, she’d check DS. Finally, she found Keqing’s reference image.
She closed her eyes and took several deep breaths.
This was all for money.
She tried to numb herself with the thought of money.
Raising both hands in front of her chest, she unbuttoned the white buttons of her floral shirt one by one, exposing large swathes of snowy white skin to the air.
Then, the collar of the floral shirt slipped inch by inch from her lovely shoulders, revealing her smooth, flawless back.
Her small hands absentmindedly rubbed her chest, and Song Qiuyu muttered softly, “It’s always aching and swollen, but I never see it growing. Not that I want it to, but right now, it just feels like I’m suffering for nothing!”
After rubbing twice more, she bent down, took off her canvas shoes, removed her white socks, undid her belt, and slipped her strong, well-shaped long legs out of her ripped jeans.
At this point, all the men’s clothes she’d worn on the way had been removed, except for her underwear.
She took a deep breath and went to pick up the black stockings first, tilting her head to examine them as she murmured, “Speaking of which, has Shen Xi ever sent Jiang Xiao a picture of her legs in black stockings?”
She couldn’t remember.
Pinching the smooth, soft stockings, Song Qiuyu also couldn’t recall what it felt like to wear them. She only remembered people online sharing that it was—very comfortable!
“Better to get it over with quickly than drag it out!”
Biting her lip with her pearly teeth, a seductive blush crept up her fair neck.
Her slim waist bent down again, and her delicate hands rolled up both sides of the stockings, then slid her bare feet into them one after another.
Her feet stepped onto the soft black stockings, and as she pulled up the waistband, the loose stockings quickly hugged her legs.
Cool and breathable.
“Mm….”
Song Qiuyu was reluctant to admit that wearing stockings really did feel quite nice.
Next, following the instructions from DS, face flushed, she carefully took the fake chest from the cosplay outfit.
The fake chest looked incredibly realistic. If you squeezed it lightly, it would sink and take the shape of her palm—astonishingly lifelike.
This made her think of a few days ago in the hotel, when Jiang Xiao had pinched her butt….
Was it the same? Did it also take the shape of Jiang Xiao’s hand?
Her gaze grew more determined. Pushing aside distracting thoughts, she put it on.
After struggling for quite a while—even after looking up how to wear it in advance—she still fumbled awkwardly. Finally, when everything was on, she picked up the wig and put it over her head.
The smooth, purple hair fell down, with the strands at her cheeks so long that if she wasn’t careful, they’d poke her in the eyes.
She awkwardly adjusted them, and smoothed her now-fake chest.
So uncomfortable.
But she had to endure it.
With a creak, she opened the changing room door. As soon as her left foot, in a black high heel, stepped out, her ankle twisted slightly and she nearly sprained it.
Before she could even adjust herself, she was thrown off guard by the chorus of amazed voices that greeted her.
Everyone was talking at once.
“The Store Manager’s taste is too sharp! Hey, sis, want to add me as a friend?”
“Look at that face—she looks like this with no makeup. I can’t imagine how gorgeous she’ll be with makeup!”
“Guys, I swear she’s the best Keqing coser I’ve ever seen.” Was this just commercial flattery?
Song Qiuyu’s mind buzzed as she listened, her cheeks growing hotter and hotter.
Then, the shop’s Makeup Artist gave her a meticulous makeover.
But the process of putting on makeup and wearing colored contacts wasn’t pleasant at all. With extra things on her face, it felt strange and uncomfortable.
Especially the contacts—when the Store Manager helped her put them in, she was afraid her eyes would never see the sun again.
She might go blind.
As for eyeliner, that was even worse.
Utter torture.
The whole process was nothing short of a punishment.
The only thing that soothed her was the moment she saw herself in the mirror after the makeup was finished.
Song Qiuyu dared to take this cosplay job because she believed makeup could hide her identity. Sure enough, after makeup and colored contacts, her face was hers but not quite hers.
With the fake chest, she was no longer androgynous—no matter how you looked at her, she was a beautiful girl like a blossoming flower.
Unless someone took her bare-faced photo and her Keqing cosplay photo and compared them side by side.
But who would be that bored?
And even if they did, aren’t there plenty of people in the world who look alike?
Song Qiuyu only dared to glance at her blushing self in the mirror. One more look, and she felt like she’d explode on the spot.
Is it normal to feel shy about your made-up self?
But then again, even though she always teased Jiang Xiao for being a pure-hearted virgin, she wasn’t much better herself.
Neither of them had ever tasted the forbidden fruit.
She followed the Store Manager and the other employees to the work area.