I'm Not Going to Be Bullied By a Girl

Chapter 295 – What A Perver

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That night, Director Cao gave me a call from a very noisy place. He asked me if I got my hands on Ai Mi’s underwear, and he had already prepared twenty thousand dollars. He would send me the money once I gave him the goods.

“Is it still too less?” Director Cao said, “If it was a fresh pair that Miss Ai Mi’er took off, then I’ll pay thirty thousand.”

Please don’t seduce me anymore, the twenty thousand dollars was already enough to bewitch my innocent spirit. Recently, I haven’t met up with Ai Mi. One reason was because I was busy, the other reason was because I was afraid I couldn’t fight the temptation and end up stealing my little sister’s underwear.

I told Director Cao I couldn’t do it, but he misheard because of the background noise.

“You still haven’t done it yet? Then please work harder and make sure to bring the loli panties to uncle Cao.”

Soon after, a female interrupted with a dissatisfied tone: “Who is it, can you not make phone calls when dancing~”

So he was in a ballroom? Did he go fishing for female AV actors again? Careful not to get busted by the anti-pornography brigade...

Director Cao said a few words to the woman and then ordered me to remember about the underwear before he hung up.

In order to shift my attention and stop thinking about the piece of cloth between my sister’s legs, I ordered a serving of pineapple sweet and sour pork from downstairs. I demolished all of it before opening the computer to manage the online store.

Popeye left me a message: “Still waiting for Ms. Model’s fresh underwear and my heart is thumping with excitement.”

Cilantro Buns was coincidentally online and he sent me a thumbs up emoji:

“The leopard suit is great and the thong is even more awesome, but I feel it’s a bit expensive to buy by myself...”

I replied: “The feeling can’t be bought, dear customer, Ms. Model is a bit shy, so who knows when’s the next time she will wear a thong. Also, when you declared your price, everyone was shocked silent and no one would compete... the losers are all crying right about now.”

Actually, Popeye was his only competitor, but all businessmen are sly. Besides, I don’t think anyone who can spend a thousand dollars on underwear earned that money through hard work.

Cilantro Buns said my words were reasonable and he plans on continuing to buy Ms. Model’s personal belongings to show his sincerity. Until the point she’s willing to get a hotel room with him.

I thought in my mind: Wait until you see her personal belonging that’s between her crotch, then you’ll probably vomit blood and die.

But, since he is a large client, I continued to kiss his ass.

Not long after, a new customer messaged me. It was an id I have not seen before called ‘Uncle Fireball’.

Huh, this username is pretty interesting. It’s rumored that if a man is still a virgin by thirty, then they can become a wizard. They will acquire various magic including, ‘awkward silence’, ‘fallback guy’, ‘nice guy aura’, ‘stepping stone aura’... by comparison, fireball would be an extremely practical skill.

Since this senior could learn the high-level fireball, he might be a 40 or 50-year-old sage. It’s a pleasure to be able to have a chat with my elder. I also planned to walk the path of a wizard. Imagine a Spartan full of muscles also being able to learn magic, then wouldn’t he be unstoppable?

Uncle Fireball was coy at the beginning: “I heard....”

“.....”

“I heard from Popeye that your store offers a special service...”

Huh, did Popeye already tell his friends he bought original underwear form us? I never told him to advertise for us, why does it make it feel like our store is a secret society? New customers are all referred to by old customers to maintain secrecy.

I sent a smiley face emoji: “Dear customer, what would you like to buy?”

Uncle Fireball was quiet for a while before he decided:

“I also want to buy a pair of Ms. Model’s worn underwear. I fell in love with her at first sight when I saw her picture on your store page, can you tell me her name?”

“I’m afraid not.” I replied, “Ms. Model’s name is private and confidential information. I don’t have the right to give it out even if I am the store owner. But it will not interfere with you purchasing her underwear :)”

Um... there might be more people in the future who will ask for the model’s name. Should I create a stage name for Shu Zhe?

Uncle Fireball was a bit disappointed he couldn’t get the model’s name, but he regained his spirits when he learned we did indeed offer underwear services.

“Hehe, if that’s the case, I want this sexy white rose underwear. Please let Ms. Model wear it for three days, it would be even better if she exercises. I love the scent of women’s sweat.”

Fuck, he already revealed his true identity after only a couple of exchanges. He deserves to be a senior since he seems to be even more perverted than Popeye.

I took a look at the sexy white rose underwear and it was pretty similar in price and embarrassment level compared to the black semi-translucent underwear that Popeye bought. No wonder these two are friends, even their tastes are shockingly similar.

The only difference was that the sexy white rose underwear had laces. The type of lace where the underwear will slide right off your body when you lightly pull it on both sides. It’s really erotic.

By the way, would this fall out if Shu Zhe wears it when he’s exercising, that would be bad.

Then I remembered Shu Zhe was a lazy slob who doesn’t even participate in outdoor activities, so I forgot about it.

Uncle Fireball added another ¥300 and bought the underwear, but he didn’t log off, instead he stayed to chat with me.

“Shop owner, have you ever thought about expanding your services?”

I raised my vigilance: “Ms. Model will not sell her body.”

Uncle Fireball laughed: “I never meant it that way. I mean the same Japanese pervert shops all sell female bath water or saliva.”

Did we already agree my shop is a pervert goods store?

Bathwater is possible, but we don’t have a bathtub. Saliva would be too disgusting even if Shu Zhe would be willing to sell it...

“Owner, are you there? I actually thought of a good idea...”

“Have you heard of taimaobi before? Basically it’s making a calligraphy brush with your baby’s hair as commemoration...”

“Um, if you can make a brush with Ms. Model’s hair....”

I paused, “Are you referring to hair from her head?”

Uncle Fireball: “Haha, no need to feign innocence, you clearly know.”

I suddenly had a realization and began to tremble with fear.

Are you referring to hair from that place? What would the employees think of me when I bring those hairs to make a brush? Even if I was willing to sell it, Shu Zhe hasn’t even grown any hairs there yet.

Uncle Fireball, you’re way too much of a pervert. In an instant, you already surpassed Popeye and Cilantro Buns to become our shop’s number one most perverted customer.