Chapter 112: Custom-Made

Hehe, hehe…

Liu Liwa lay on the bed, giggling foolishly. Under his head was the outermost pillow. He sniffed it—it really carried the subtle fragrance unique to Miss Liuyun. When he looked again, Liuyun’s cheeks were flushed red, and from time to time, she cast strange glances toward his hands. There was no mistake—she knew everything that had happened last night. No wonder she hadn’t eaten that deliciously fragrant and tender lamb meat, even though it was so tempting.

Liu Liwa’s face, thick-skinned as a city wall, felt hot too. Doing it himself wasn’t scary, but doing it with two pieces of lamb meat was terrifying. But it seemed Miss Liuyun hadn’t said anything about it. She hadn’t even stopped Qin Wan’er and the other girl from eating the lamb or drinking the lamb soup, proving she didn’t intend to expose his embarrassing deed. So now, Liu Liwa felt too awkward to scare her either.

He murmured, “Actually, it isn’t necessary for you to go entertain guests, but you can’t be idle either. Just like the night before last, keep painting and pursue your artistic dreams. And as for the level of openness, you need to push the boundaries further.”

“No problem!” Qin Wan’er immediately jumped up. After all, she was just holding the brush; she didn’t have to take off her clothes, and she was more than willing.

Liuyun blushed and didn’t say anything. She knew that once something happened once, it would happen again. All the girls in the Pleasure House started out that way.

Little Loli cheered excitedly—she was just there to watch the fun. But of course Liu Liwa wasn’t going to let her off either. Since his most embarrassing moment had already been found out by Liuyun, it might be exposed any day. Rather than waiting to be humiliated, it would be better for everyone to do something embarrassing, so that in the future no one could say anything about anyone else.

Qin Wan’er had a glorious record of passing gas a thousand times in one night—she definitely wouldn’t be laughing at others. Nothing was more embarrassing than that. Miss Liuyun was going to shoot a restricted-level photorealistic portrait, which was also a challenge to the limits. Now only Little Loli remained innocent and carefree—she absolutely couldn’t be allowed to remain untouched.

No matter what, Liu Liwa was determined to turn this place into an “Embarrassment Hut,” where everyone had something embarrassing so that no one would laugh at anyone else.

“Xinying,” Liu Liwa said with a laugh, his heart filled with dark thoughts. “The boss just asked me to check if you’ve been practicing singing properly recently. In a little while, we plan to have you perform on stage. If you don’t sing well, you’ll have to go entertain guests. Do you know how many middle-aged men in their fifties and sixties out there like budding little sisters like you…”

“Brother Liu, don’t scare me.” Although Meng Xinying was a loli, girls in this era matured early—it was common for them to marry at twelve or thirteen. Especially, the middle-aged men Liu Liwa mentioned made her involuntarily think of the old steward and the old gardener at home, who used to look at her with strange eyes. A chill ran through her body, and she said in panic, “I’ve been practicing very hard lately. I’ve already mastered the vocal techniques you taught me. Here, listen—oh, ah, mm, oh, COME ON…”

Ah… Every time Liu Liwa heard this loli’s clear voice making such enchanting sounds, he went crazy. Qin Wan’er and Miss Liuyun, being part of the art circle, had never heard such blush-inducing vocal techniques. Seeing Liu Liwa’s lecherous expression, they knew he was up to no good.

“Alright, Xinying, your basic skills are already solid,” he said. “The next step is to start practicing real songs. Once you’re familiar with them, you’ll practice with music and finally perform on stage. By then you’ll be able to earn silver taels and receive tips. When you’ve saved enough silver, you can buy your freedom.” Liu Liwa was talking big, just like an evil Agent trying to persuade his female artists to entertain sponsors.

Upon hearing she wouldn’t have to entertain guests and had a chance to buy her freedom, Little Loli immediately became serious, waiting like an obedient student for the teacher’s instructions. Liu Liwa nodded with satisfaction and said, “Xinying, because of your age, appearance, voice, and many other characteristics, the songs the other girls sing aren’t suitable for you. To stand out, you need to walk your own path and showcase your unique style. So I’ve decided to custom-make a song for you that fits your style.”

Liu Liwa started right away. When he turned and saw Miss Liuyun and Qin Wan’er both staring at him, he immediately put on a stern face and said, “Don’t just stand there either. If you need to take off clothes, take them off; if you need to grind ink, grind it. Get ready to start. We need at least five paintings today, and they have to be submitted tomorrow morning. Also, remember the level of openness—it must be more revealing than last time. The standard is ‘exposure.’ Last time, only the lower part of the thighs below the knees was shown; today, go higher. Last time, only half the back was shown; today, show it all. And don’t turn sideways—face front. Qin Wan’er, you pay attention too. What we’re publishing is a photorealistic portrait, not a self-portrait. You have to highlight the key points—the key ‘points’!”

After giving instructions, he deliberately turned around so Miss Liuyun wouldn’t feel embarrassed. After all, he could see blurred figures in the bronze mirror; he didn’t necessarily need a clear view, as long as he could fantasize.

Liu Liwa also took paper and a brush, but he didn’t even hold the brush correctly, let alone write in traditional characters. He was just putting on a show.

I am a little loli, with a clear voice and a soft body. My voice is very sweet, and my figure causes more trouble. My chest is big and perky, my butt is plump and curvy. I am a little loli, easy to push down, oh so easy…

Watching the little loli, Liu Liwa’s creative thoughts surged. Combining her characteristics, he picked up his brush and quickly wrote a classic song passed down through generations. Its original version was: “I am a little painter, painting skill is strong…”

Liu Liwa taught Little Loli the “lyrics” line by line, making her memorize them first. Hearing them, all three women blushed and rolled their eyes wildly. Then, Liu Liwa specially designed a set of dance moves to go with the “lyrics”—pouting, blinking, shaking, twisting—fully displaying the youthful energy and cute playfulness of a little girl. Combined with the explicit lyrics, it wasn’t just attractive—it was absolutely seductive.

For a girl to stand in front of a crowd of lustful men, singing cheerfully about her chest while shaking it, and singing about her bottom while twisting it—this way of performing was unprecedented and unique, even in the Pleasure House. It was more straightforward, easy to understand, and suitable for all ages than those old, sorrowful tunes. It highlighted the performer’s own characteristics and met the needs of the Pleasure House culture’s progress. Once launched, it was bound to be very popular.

Except, Meng Xinying was a simple and shy girl. Making her twist and sing this song in front of everyone would be worse than making her entertain guests.

To train Little Loli’s courage and help her break free of restraints, Liu Liwa pulled Qin Wan’er and Miss Liuyun over too. The four of them lined up, with Liu Liwa at the front leading the singing and dancing. Together they sang: “I am a little loli, with a clear voice and a soft body. My voice is very sweet, and my figure causes more trouble. My chest is big and perky, my butt is plump and curvy. I am a little loli, easy to push down, oh so easy…”