Chapter 106: A Woman’s Thoughts

Liu Liwa watched Miss Zhao struggle to stand up. The strong smell of alcohol surrounded her, and it was clear she had drunk a lot, more so than them, making her seem like the drunken one.

In another alley, everything was going as planned. Shouts and sounds of fighting could already be heard. Young Master Ye was loudly reciting the lines he had memorized, talking about upholding justice, punishing evil, and promoting good—it was like a chain of idioms. Beside him, the constant screams of women indicated the intensity of the situation.

Seeing Miss Zhao stagger to her feet and lean against the wall as she headed toward the opposite alley to rescue her sister, Liu Liwa quickly made a decision: he would tease this girl. When Young Master Ye finished over there and came here to play the hero saving the beauty, the effect would be even better. Moreover, to make it look realistic and completely by chance, he needed to create the impression that any man lurking in a dark alley after drinking was a ruffian. Otherwise, if there were ruffians in one alley but not the other, it might arouse suspicion.

With his mind made up, Liu Liwa dashed out first and stopped the drunken Miss Zhao. Before he could even speak, Miss Zhao couldn’t hold back a burp. Whoa… the burst of alcohol fumes made Liu Liwa dizzy. It was a pity she didn’t have her Yi-da with her.

Liu Liwa coughed hard twice, held his breath, and said, “Girl, don’t rush off. Smile for me first.”

Miss Zhao leaned against the wall with one hand, struggling to open her drowsy eyes. In the pitch-black alley, she still couldn’t make out Liu Liwa’s appearance. From childhood to adulthood, no man had ever teased her so frivolously, leaving her momentarily stunned. Then she heard Liu Liwa say, “If you won’t smile, then I’ll smile for you.”

Liu Liwa brought his face close, pressing near her nose, and spoke with a grin. In that lightless dark alley, he still couldn’t see her face clearly, but he could smell the faint fragrance of a young woman emanating from her. Just as he was about to take a good sniff, Miss Zhao stretched out a fair, delicate hand and pushed against his big forehead, saying with disgust, “Stay away from me. Your breath stinks!”

Damn! Liu Liwa cursed inwardly. Your mouth reeks of alcohol and garlic, and I haven’t said anything about it! How dare you criticize me? Liu Liwa could tell that this woman was used to being the boss and had no sense of risk or crisis. If he didn’t scare her, she wouldn’t understand what a ruffian was. So, without hesitation, Liu Liwa reached out and firmly grabbed her delicate neck, saying viciously, “Tell me, do you want to die or not want to live!?”

“I… huh?” Liu Liwa only meant to scare her and didn’t dare use much force. But suddenly being touched by a man startled Miss Zhao, sobering her up a little from her drunkenness. Just then, she heard Liu Liwa’s words and was confused once again.

“Want to die or not want to live”—was there any difference? Had she run into a killer?

Having recently been heavily suppressed by this strong woman, Liu Liwa felt resentful. This was a perfect chance to scare her and see how a strong woman would react when faced with a ruffian. Of course, merely shouting wouldn’t be enough to frighten her. So, Liu Liwa’s hand slipped down, moving from her smooth neck downward until it landed on the Summit of the Maiden. This action shocked both Zhao Jiabi and Liu Liwa, as if struck by lightning…

It was huge! So huge it was breathtaking. It felt like a ball of fire burning fiercely in his palm, yet also like a mass of cotton filling it—full, firm, and plump. Liu Liwa had seen a bit of the world. He had seen Qin Wan’er’s pair of moderately sized, delicate “small porcelain bowls,” secretly glanced at Miss Liuyun’s pert “small bamboo shoots,” and noticed the Little Loli’s extraordinary “water balloons.” But feeling the Summit of the Maiden of Miss Zhao overturned his previous perceptions. She was different from anyone else—not very perky, not very lifted, not very delicate—but simply “big,” so big it was hard to hold in one hand.

Liu Liwa also understood why the girl often wore unusual outfits that shouldn’t belong to this era. She always wore specially made, two-piece tops to tighten and reduce the appearance.

In this era, if something was too big and conspicuous, it could attract unwanted attention and invite suspicions of being flirtatious or promiscuous. Even the girls in the Pleasure House would deliberately wear chest-binding garments and not use the Summit of the Maiden as a selling point. It just showed how conservative the mindset was. Look at women in later times: if they had it, they showed it; if they didn’t, they used padded bras, tight clothes to squeeze, surgeries, hormones—they would go to any lengths just to be bigger.

As Liu Liwa touched the Summit of the Maiden, he felt a surge of emotions. At the same time, Miss Zhao’s drunkenness was scared away, and her heart was filled with mixed feelings. It was over—her pure and chaste body had been defiled, and her beautiful life had turned gloomy…

In truth, Miss Zhao’s personality and behavior were quite bold and forward-thinking. To make Liu Liwa yield, she had torn her skirt more than once and even actively thrown herself at him. For a conservative woman who even bound her large chest, this was already remarkable. But whether a woman was pure or not wasn’t determined by others’ words—it rested in the woman’s own heart. She believed that tearing her skirt and even embracing were all for her own cause, and since she was the one taking the initiative and leading the actions, it didn’t count as a loss or compromise her purity. But now it was different. She was being harassed against her will, without understanding why, damaging her reputation and insulting her body and mind.

A woman’s thoughts could be so complex. She herself could proactively entice a man with a purpose and still consider herself pure, but if a man took advantage of her initiative, she felt insulted. It was like saying not wearing a condom meant a pure relationship between a man and a woman, while not wearing a condom in another context meant rape—completely unreasonable. This was why so many women could act promiscuously yet still claim virtue…

Of course, though both were lost in their thoughts, their actions didn’t last long. With Liu Liwa’s experience, a light touch to gauge the size was enough. Besides, he only wanted to scare her. But at that moment, Miss Zhao was completely frozen. Behind them, Xing Shi and Bing He saw Liu Liwa succeed and were immediately stirred with lust. Coming from entitled backgrounds, they saw teasing women as a mission to accomplish. Moreover, after serving as slaves in the Intoxication Pavilion for a while, they had been starved for so long their eyes were turning green. Now that they saw a woman, they weren’t about to hold back. Smirking, they stepped forward, ready to follow Liu Liwa’s precise and ruthless style, using pinching, kneading, and grabbing techniques…

Miss Zhao was completely stunned, still pondering how she could move forward in life after losing her virtue and being defiled. She never expected these ruffians would press their advantage.

Liu Liwa didn’t know how to wrap up the act now. He had taken the lead, and now Xing Shi and Bing He were about to join in. He had no reason to stop them—after all, they were in this together, having come here precisely for this purpose.

Just then, a sharp sound cut through the air above, and a black shadow descended from the sky…