Chapter 30: Liu’s Vocal Training Method

Liu Liwa was utterly speechless. These girls truly had their… unique talents. Meng Xinying, that fourteen or fifteen-year-old Little Loli, excelled most at eating. She could devour three crystal-braised pork knuckles in one go—no wonder she had a figure surpassing grown women despite her age. With such a childlike face and ample curves, the Intoxication Pavilion was her perfect home.

Qin Wan’er was even more outrageous. As a proper young lady of standing, she should’ve mastered poetry, music, and calligraphy. It’d be fine if she only loved painting, or even specialized in portraits. But couldn’t she at least dress the figures in her artwork!

Through their stories, Liu Liwa gained a fresh perspective on this era’s “second generation”—whether male or female, all were textbook examples of indulgent, idle souls drifting toward ruin.

A wave of helplessness washed over Liu Liwa. Thinking about the future—safeguarding their innocence, packaging them to earn money for their freedom—made him dizzy. Their current talents were useless; he had to build on their core traits.

One was a poised young princess. One was a loli… wait, a loli? A pure-voiced loli. He suddenly leaped up, grasped the little maiden’s hand earnestly, and said, “How are you, Sister Xinying?”

Startled, she snatched her hand back, cheeks flushing. Yet her noble upbringing made her respond properly, “How are you, Brother Liu?”

How are you, Brother? Four simple words. Liu Liwa nearly lost his mind. Soft, tender, with a milky sweetness, like an infant weaning off milk begging its mother—yet not merely childish, nor purely crisp. No wonder internet admirers proclaimed purity of voice the top charm among loli traits.

Swallowing hard, Liu Liwa asked, “Xinying, can you sing? Do you know Intoxication Pavilion’s head courtesan, Miss Liuyun? It’s her singing that charms patrons, preserving her innocence—they adore her voice too much to defile her. But now her throat fails; she may never sing again. Those who love music will lose their delight. If you took Miss Liuyun’s place as lead songstress here, your striking looks and unique voice would make you famous overnight! Stay pure, earn freedom, all at once!”

He brimmed with confidence. Pleasure Houses aimed for profit. Not every woman needed patrons to earn. Why so many pure entertainers? Because patrons paid for their talents above nightly fees—establishments chased profit. Plus, many were intentionally cultivated: molded into scholarly or saintly maidens kept just out of reach, building desire… Until desperate spenders could be fleeced.

Liu Liwa believed: with his packaging and Xiao Xinying’s loli innocence plus pure voice, she’d become the ultimate untouched idol.

But… “I can’t sing,” Xiao Xinying murmured, staring at her toes, fiddling with her skirt as if candy were stolen.

How could Liu Liwa abandon such a golden chance? “No worries! You can learn. Gifted as you are, practicing essentials—breathing, pitch, enunciation—will speed your progress.”

The Little Loli nodded blankly. Liu Liwa’s devilish whisper followed, “Waste no time. Master it faster, stay safer, earn quicker. We start now. Train your voice first to nail pitch control. I’ll teach ‘Liu’s Vocal Training Method.’ Starting with closed-mouth sounds. Mirror my tone, amplify your voice.”

Seeing her agree, Liu Liwa buzzed excitedly—untouched natural tones! He had to savor this. Lips sealed, he hummed softly by her ear: “Mm~ Mm~”

“Pfft—” Playfulness sparked in the child. Liu Liwa felt clownish. She covered her ears, giggling… until he scowled sharply.

“Mmm~ Mm…” Determined to learn, Xiao Xinying obeyed seriously. That sweet voice humming “closed-mouth sounds” felt like a lover’s tender sigh during a kiss.

Like a lecherous music professor, Liu Liwa reveled, stealing a glance at Qin Wan’er. Though seventeen or eighteen with a crisp voice, she lacked distinction. Lips tight, she observed secretly—her path lay solely in “art.”

Hearing Meng Xinying’s cautious hums, Liu Liwa sighed: True talent. Some say success is 99% perspiration, 1% inspiration. Reverse it: Without that 1% sparkle, sweat is worthless. Without gift? Wrong material! Like Qin Wan’er—her hums sounded… bridal.

Bridal? Liu Liwa grinned. Time to sample delights.

“Well done, Xinying! Pitch-perfect. Now open-mouthed sounds. Loud, sustained resonance—that’s how you captivate!” Thrilled, Liu Liwa opened wide, throat rumbling, “Aah~ Ohh~ Mmm~ Yeeaaah…”

Xiao Xinying now felt singing’s joy, lost in her own honeyed tones. Trustingly copying, her lips parted. Her loli-born Qing Yin unleashed sounds to bewitch all men: “Aah~ Ohh~ Mmm~ Yeaaah…”

Liu Liwa trembled wildly, as if swarmed by fuzzy lambs. “Liu’s Vocal Method—Alto section! Sing with me: Oh yeah~ Oh no~ Oh~ my~ GOD…”

“Oh yeah~ Oh no~ Oh~ my~ GOOOD…” Xiao Xinying cooed sweetly.

Liu Liwa shook his head. Western style didn’t suit lolis. Japanese then: “Alternate drill: Soprano section! Iku~ iku~ Yamete…”

“Iku~ iku~ Yamete…” Softly sung, it sounded pained yet blissful—the contradiction woven through a loli’s Qing Yin was utterly intoxicating!