"Miss, please have some self-respect?"
"Are you f***ing human? How can you say something like that?"
"Am I a chicken, bro? You're telling a chicken to have self-respect? If I had self-respect, would I even be here being a chicken?"
"When I wasn't in this line of work, people told me to have self-respect. Now that I am, you're still telling me to have self-respect? Then what's the point of me being a chicken at all?"
"Round it up, and it's basically an insult to my dignity!"
"Forget self-respect, I should at least have autonomy!"
This guy looks decent, but damn, is his brain just pure mush?
Honest and simple but dumb as hell—perfect for taking responsibility, but definitely not suitable for his current stage of life.
Wait a minute.
Xiao Jing had been in this industry for years and had seen all sorts of people. After a brief moment of confusion, she suddenly realized the truth.
This little pretty boy… is waiting for the effects of his pill to kick in, isn't he?
She had encountered similar guests before—men who, at first, chatted with her about life and dreams, speaking in poetic metaphors about the four seasons, as if they were refined scholars.
Back then, Xiao Jing actually thought they just wanted someone to talk to, and she had even been a little moved.
Then, right in the middle of their conversation, she would suddenly see their hand moving—
But not toward her.
Instead, they reached down to their own crotch, and then—
"F***, finally, it's working!"
"Boss, let's keep chatting…"
"F*** your poetic bullsht, who the hell cares about that? I need to f** f*** f*** f*** f***!"
And then it would just be pure, relentless f*** f*** f*** f*** f***.
Clearly, the little pretty boy in front of her was in the same boat.
Otherwise, what? Some lunatic actually came to a chicken farm and didn't want to eat chicken?
If you really just wanted a massage, why the hell did you book a hidden service package? Such a waste of money.
Still, Xiao Jing felt a little disappointed.
She hadn't considered this possibility before because Lin Li looked too young. At his age, not many guys needed to rely on pills.
Who would've thought? He looked decent, was still young, and yet he turned out to be a flashy silver spear with a wax tip—shiny but useless.
Oh well.
She wasn't in this line of work for her own pleasure anyway. Most of the time, even her moans were just for the client's satisfaction.
As long as she got paid, it was all good. Plus, when a guy was on medication, he'd usually extend the session. The effects wouldn't wear off after just one round.
In that case, it didn't really matter whether they started before or after the meds kicked in.
"Then, sir, please lie down again. I'll give you a massage first, and when you're ready, we can move on to the real service," Xiao Jing said tactfully, not wanting to bring up his little pharmaceutical aid.
"Alright."
Lin Li was quite pleased with her tactfulness. What a reliable company, producing such considerate employees.
If he knew what Xiao Jing was actually thinking, though, his pride as a man would've made him rip his pants off right then and there.
Some things can be endured, but this? Absolutely not.
F*** that, he was harder than steel and stronger than iron! No tricks—just the sheer confidence of a seventeen-year-old!
Even lying on the massage bed, he could feel how uncomfortable it was!
But honestly, after the high-intensity training that morning, his sore muscles being massaged felt amazing.
Way better than any premium escort service.
"Xiao Jing, your massage skills are legit. Why'd you choose this line of work?"
Since he couldn't play on his phone, he instinctively did what many men do best—trying to "save" a woman from this life.
"My boyfriend is getting married, and he needed money. My mom wouldn't listen to me, so I'm helping him save for the bride price."
Holy sh*t.
That's one hell of a bombshell.
To land a girlfriend like this, that guy must have saved… saved Satan in his past life, and now Satan was repaying the favor.
"Does your boyfriend know?"
"Of course not."
"I... have no words." Lin Li shook his head.
By tomorrow, her boyfriend would know.
Damn, was he doing a good deed or a bad one?
History would be the judge.
"Looks like boss isn't the type to get turned on by tragic backstories, huh?" Xiao Jing blinked in surprise at Lin Li's reaction. This wasn't what she expected. He actually seemed… guilty? She quickly tried to smooth things over.
"What kind of stories do you like, boss? I can change my backstory for you."
"Huh?"
Motherf***er.
Adaptive backstories, customized for each client—this was for those niche fetishists, right? Some kind of roleplay kink?
And he actually believed her at first.
Damn, this company trained its employees too well, and his seventeen-year-old self was just too naive.
No, the naive one wasn't him—it was his seventeen-year-old self.
Realizing he wasn't going to get any real answers from her, Lin Li just made idle conversation while enjoying the massage.
….
"Boss, it's been forty minutes. Are you still not ready?"
Xiao Jing's hands were felling sore. She had massaged every inch of Lin Li's back, but the guy still wasn't making a move.
Could the meds still not be working?
What kind of garbage pills did he take? Someone should report them so others don't waste their money.
You can be cheap with a lot of things, but not with your own body, man.
If this dragged on any longer, there wouldn't be enough time left.
After all, the 399 package didn't include actual intercourse, and Lin Li hadn't ordered any extra tools. Without the right stimulation, this could take ages.
Meanwhile, Lin Li—
"Good question. I'd like to ask that myself!"
Where the hell was the Demon Suppression Division?!
Forty minutes had passed. If Bai Bufan were here, he'd have finished ten rounds by now and turned into a dried husk!
Wait a second.
He had told the operator where he was. So why hadn't they arrived yet?
Were they waiting for him to finish, planning to arrest him afterward just to boost their stats?
It's not even the end of the year!
This was straight-up entrapment! They were ruining a young cultivator's pure and innocent Dao heart!
Once he mastered cultivation, he'd make sure Bai Bufan, that operator, and that unseen madam all ascended—to heaven (physically).
As his thoughts spiraled, Lin Li suddenly felt his hand being lifted, then pressed against something soft.
Something was wrong.
He snapped his head up—only to see that Xiao Jing had pulled off a magic trick and made her clothes disappear.
"Boss, your meds are obviously working. Why didn't you say anything? Come on, let's finally get to the main event."
She winked, having noticed the evidence of his situation.
This kid was full of surprises.
What kind of pills was he on? The effect was insane. Maybe she should get some recommendations.
"No! Leave me alone!"
"I am right here, boss."
Xiao Jing, completely innocent, reached out with a devilish smile.
He ran.
She chased.
He had nowhere to escape.
He was doomed.
Just then, a commotion broke out outside the door.
The sound quickly grew louder and clearer.
"What's going on?" Xiao Jing frowned, turning toward the door.
Lin Li's eyes snapped open.
"Quick, put your clothes—"
Before he could finish, Xiao Jing had already opened the door.
She didn't even have time to scream before a voice boomed inside—
"Freeze! Police!"
Lin Li rolled his eyes.
Great timing, guys.