4

Ji Su paused for a moment, preparing to find a photo of a girl in a long skirt online to send to G.

Anyway, it was a long skirt — the other party wouldn't be able to recognize his legs.

But on second thought, if the scumbag got suspicious and reverse-searched the image, finding it online, then the authenticity of the leg photos he'd sent before would also come under question — the loss would outweigh the gain.

Ji Su decided to have Mengmeng act cute and play it off for now.

Mengmeng: [I'm already lying in bed getting ready for a nap~]

Mengmeng: [Wait till I wake up and I'll take a photo for you, okay?]

G: [Mm.]

Ji Su put down his phone, not planning to keep up the awkward small talk.

Although on the surface it was only a cold “mm,” the other party would still be expecting, at least a little, for Mengmeng to send new leg photos.

But the scumbag would never get that photo — Ji Su had no intention of actually sending it.

He waited until nine in the evening, when he was mostly done with his work, then logged into the alt account at his own unhurried pace.

Mengmeng: [Just finished piano practice and I'm back in the Dormitory — what are you up to, senior?]

Mengmeng: [cat-peeking.jpg]

This time G didn't make Ji Su wait too long — the reply came fairly promptly.

G: [Just got out of the shower.]

Mengmeng: [Have you gotten dressed, senior?]

Mengmeng: [cat-covering-face.jpg]

G: [Dressed.]

Ji Su looked at the chat box, the bridge of his nose wrinkling faintly.

He'd expected the other party to take the hint and say something suggestive — after all, anyone that interested in Mengmeng's leg photos couldn't possibly be decent.

That way he could seize the chance to get the scumbag to send a selfie — face or body, either would do.

But now the other party hadn't taken the bait. To preserve Mengmeng's innocent-cute persona, Ji Su had to let it go for the moment.

Mengmeng: [Mm-hm, it's a bit cold tonight, senior should dress warmly!]

G didn't press about the skirt, and of course Ji Su wouldn't bring it up himself — he steered the conversation elsewhere.

Mengmeng: [When you're not in class, senior, what do you usually like to do?]

G: [Play basketball. Listen to music.]

Mengmeng: [Oh? Senior likes music too!]

Ji Su hadn't expected that the major he'd made up for Mengmeng would accidentally match.

With a shared interest as an entry point, this round of chatting lasted a little longer.

Unexpectedly, their musical tastes overlapped to a remarkable degree.

Ji Su curled his lip with a touch of distaste, unwilling to believe a scumbag could have taste this good.

After chatting a while longer, he took the initiative to end the conversation — he didn't want to burn through all the topics in one night.

Mengmeng: [Senior, I'm getting a little sleepy.]

G: [Mm, go sleep.]

Mengmeng: [I really had so much fun chatting with you tonight, senior, I'm almost reluctant to say goodnight...]

G: [Then chat a little longer?]

Ji Su: “...”

Scumbag — not playing cold and aloof now, are you?

Mengmeng: [But Mengmeng really is sleepy, boohoo...]

Mengmeng: [cat-goodnight.jpg]

G: [Goodnight.]

*

After that night, Ji Su clearly felt G wasn't as aloof as at the start — as long as he sent a message, a reply would come within an hour at most.

But that was as far as it went — if Ji Su didn't reach out to G first, the other party would absolutely never reach out to him.

Ji Su understood perfectly — this was the scumbag's standard playbook: never initiate, never refuse, never take responsibility, just wait for the fish in the pond to bite the hook on their own.

But if they kept on with this bland, lukewarm chatting, forget getting the scumbag's private photos — even getting to an online relationship was anyone's guess.

Qiao Jin thought it over and finally concluded: “I think it's probably because he doesn't know what you look like.”

Ji Su was a bit puzzled: “But when you were in an online relationship with him, you didn't know what he looked like either.”

Qiao Jin: “Then do you think the scumbag knew what you looked like?”

Ji Su: “He did.”

“There you go!” Qiao Jin slapped her thigh. “Men and women are different — men are mostly sensory creatures, especially a high-level player like this. If the other party isn't pretty, he definitely won't be that invested.”

Ji Su rubbed his temple: “You've got a point, but if I send him a photo from the internet, there's the risk of being found out.”

“Let me think...” Qiao Jin looked at the fresh, pretty face in front of her, the corners of her mouth slowly curving into a strange arc.

Ji Su had a vague sense that something was off: “What are you thinking?”

“You asked!” Qiao Jin seized the chance, words tumbling out in a rush: “I'm thinking, if you put on a wig and did a full face of makeup, you'd definitely have that scumbag so dazzled he couldn't find his way north!”

Ji Su leaned back: “Don't even think about it.”

“Okay okay, I know crossdressing is too much to ask of a straight guy like you.” Qiao Jin said with a grin. “Then let's settle for the next best thing.”

Ji Su stayed on guard: “Next best what?”

Half an hour later, under Qiao Jin's supervision, Ji Su was forced to order a sailor uniform and a pair of white lace thigh-highs.

To prevent the staff at the parcel center from thinking he was a pervert, Ji Su had specially noted “discreet packaging” when placing the order.

Two days later, Ji Su picked up the parcel from the parcel center, and one look at the waybill told him the size and model were written out in plain sight.

The last line read the buyer's note: discreet packaging.

Ji Su: “...”

What was this — covering one's ears while stealing a bell?

On the walk back to the Dormitory, Ji Su kept feeling people looking at him, and his pale ears slowly flushed red through and through.

Back in the Dormitory, his roommates were playing games. Zhao Ziyun saw him come in and casually asked: “Ji Su, what'd you buy?”

Ji Su pretended to be nonchalant: “Nothing, just daily supplies.”

After saying that, he quickly shoved the scorching-hot parcel under the bed, the heat still lingering on his face.

A little later, the other two roommates went out to play ball, and Qiao Jin immediately sprang up from her chair: “The sailor uniform!”

Ji Su silently walked to the door, locked the Dormitory door from inside, then — with the guilty conscience of a thief — pulled the curtains shut tight.

Qiao Jin had already impatiently torn open the parcel, first showing off the rather fabric-frugal uniform skirt, then picking up the white lace stockings: “Su-su! Come try them on and see if they fit!”

Ji Su stood rooted to the spot, his face written all over with resistance.

“Don't struggle uselessly, baby.” Qiao Jin grinned lewdly. “Want me to help you put them on?”

Ji Su: “No...”

Qiao Jin handed the sailor uniform to him: “Come on, baby.”

Ji Su resignedly took the sailor uniform and walked into the bathroom to change.

After quite a while, the bathroom door opened again.

Qiao Jin looked up, and a "WTF" burst out of him before he could stop it.

Slender, pale fingers tugged nervously at the hem of the short skirt. Ji Su's voice pitched with embarrassment: "Can you stop staring at me like that..."

Qiao Jin dragged his gaze away with visible effort: "Fine, I won't look."

At this moment he was both immensely grateful and immensely regretful that he was a hard-core zero — otherwise he would absolutely have pounced on this pretty little straight boy in a sailor uniform and had his way with him, thoroughly and without mercy...

"Um... just hurry up and take the photos for me." Ji Su cleared his throat. "Remember not to get my face."

Qiao Jin came back to himself. Director Qiao was back online: "Susu, kneel on the bed first."

Ji Su didn't follow: "Huh?"

"No way — Susu, do you seriously not watch any suggestive content at all?" Qiao Jin clicked his tongue. "Sometimes I genuinely wonder if you're really straight."

Ji Su said solemnly: "Genuine article, guaranteed."

"Fine, I know all your time goes to studying and drawing." Qiao Jin gestured. "Listen to me — get on the bed, face me, half-kneeling."

After a great deal of fussing, Ji Su finally struck a pose that satisfied Director Qiao.

Qiao Jin snapped several photos in a row, and once he was sure nothing compromising was showing, he handed the phone back to Ji Su with obvious reluctance.

No editing needed at all — straight out of the original camera.

Ji Su didn't dare look at it more than once, and went straight into his WeChat alt account.

But this time he didn't send the photo to G in a private chat — instead, he paired it with a caption and posted it to his Moments.

Though it made no real difference, since G was the only friend on this alt account — the photo was posted for him to see.

*

At half past eight that evening, Gu Zhao walked into the dormitory, followed by his two chattering roommates.

"That shot I just made — what do you guys think?" Wang Mingzhe jumped in place, miming a basketball throw in midair. "Was it awesome or what?"

"Awesome is awesome, but give it a rest already." Zhou Yang laughed and shoved him. "That one shot, you'll be bragging about it till next year."

"Old Zhou, you're wrong — I can brag about it till the year after next!" Wang Mingzhe looked at Gu Zhao hopefully. "Gu-ge, say something nice about me!"

"Mm." Gu Zhao replied absently, picked up his phone, unlocked it, and opened WeChat.

A few seconds later, he frowned almost imperceptibly, then casually tapped into Moments.

His well-defined knuckles swiped twice across the screen, then suddenly stilled.

Mengmeng: [The weather's warming up, time to wear pretty little skirts~]

A photo was attached below.

Gu Zhao tapped into the full image, and his pupils contracted slightly.

The person in the photo knelt obediently on the bed, dressed in a sailor uniform, the upper half revealing only a small sliver of slender waist — pale and tender, thin and narrow, as if a single hand could grip it firmly, and any rougher treatment might snap it in two.

His gaze drifted downward — the spread short skirt barely, just barely, concealed the pert, full curve of the buttocks; the pale, tender upper thighs were cinched tight by lace leg garters, the flesh bulging just slightly through the bands, connecting to nearly transparent white stockings, the legs so long the eye couldn't find their end.

Pure and wanton, beautiful and obscene.

"Gu-ge, are you even listening to me?" Wang Mingzhe leaned over, undeterred. "What are you looking at?"

The next instant, Gu Zhao flipped his hand and pressed the phone screen-down against the desk with a dull thud.

Wang Mingzhe grinned: "What good thing can't you share with your bros?"

Gu Zhao lifted his eyelids, every word precious: "No."

"Fine, fine, I won't look!" Wang Mingzhe surrendered. "You go ahead and be busy, old man — I'll just savor that shot of mine, hehe..."

Gu Zhao pulled out his chair, sat down, and picked up his phone again.

On the other side, Ji Su received — as he'd hoped — the first proactive message from G.

G: [Didn't you say you were wearing a long skirt?]

Ji Su timed it carefully, leaving G on read for ten minutes before replying.

Mengmeng: [What is it, senior?]

Mengmeng: [confused-cat.gif]

G: [The photo on your Moments.]

Mengmeng: [Oh, that one...]

Mengmeng: [I wore a long skirt the other day, today I'm wearing a sailor uniform.]

Ji Su watched the chat interface, the top persistently showing "The other party is typing..."

After quite a while, a new message popped up in the chat box.

G: [Like wearing short skirts?]

Mengmeng: [Yes~]

Mengmeng: [Does senior think I don't look good in a short skirt?]

G: [No.]

G: [Very pretty.]

Ji Su raised an eyebrow — this was the first time G had given him a direct compliment.

Mengmeng: [shy-cat.jpg]

Mengmeng: [Then I'll wear short skirts more often for senior to see, okay?]

G: [You mean, only for me to see?]

"Holy shit, this fuckboy sure thinks highly of himself!" Qiao Jin materialized out of nowhere to comment. "He definitely wants you to send the pretty pics to him privately, so he can enjoy them all by himself, nice and slow."

Ji Su: "Is that so..."

"But this also means he's developing a sense of possession over you — that's a good thing." Qiao Jin stroked his non-existent beard.

So Ji Su struck while the iron was hot, playing cute.

Mengmeng: [If senior wants it that way...]

Mengmeng: [shy-cat.jpg]

The other side didn't reply in time, but Ji Su had already achieved tonight's goal of posting to Moments — just as he was about to wrap up, another new message came in.

G: [Who took the photo for you?]

Mengmeng: [Guess, senior?]

G: [Boyfriend?]

Mengmeng: [Of course not! I don't have a boyfriend!]

Mengmeng: [My roommate helped take it.]

G: [Is this photo visible only to me, or to everyone?]

Ji Su's heart skipped — he had the strange illusion of being seen through, even across the screen.

Mengmeng: [Of course it's visible to everyone! I don't block anyone when I post to Moments.]

G: [Mm.]

Ji Su bit his lower lip, and decided to go all in — he privately sent the remaining photos from different angles still on his phone.

After all, they'd already been seen — one photo or ten made no difference.

Mengmeng: [These ones are only visible to senior!]