The allure of women's intimate clothing was irresistible to Zhang Ziwen. At his age, with youthful vigor, he found himself flushed with temptation, his body reacting intensely to the stimuli. There was an impulse to pluck a piece of lingerie and admire it closely, but Zhang Ziwen managed to suppress the fire burning within his abdomen after several sips of coffee.
Lying on the sofa, Zhang Ziwen's mind suddenly drifted to those two girls, Tang Shu and Chen Ya. He wondered how they were faring now that he had been released from the police station. They must have returned to school by now, he assumed.
Thinking of them brought a smile to Zhang Ziwen's lips. Both girls were quite adorable, especially Tang Shu. Her lively and charming personality, along with her beautiful, clear eyes, were truly endearing. At their age, it was no surprise she was considered the campus belle.
Recalling the sensation of their youthful energy brushing against his arm, Zhang Ziwen indulged in the memory.
After a brief nap on the sofa and a leisurely stroll through the streets, Zhang Ziwen returned to the shop as the day began to darken. It was the peak hour for foot traffic and business in the street, with bustling activity in neighboring stores.
Zhang Ziwen promptly lowered the roller shutter to keep out unwanted distractions and settled into his role of overseeing the sale of women's intimate items, a task that proved challenging for him.
Upstairs was a one-bedroom suite, tastefully furnished with a minimalist yet elegant design. The simple layout of the cozy living room, with its pale yellow sofas, glass coffee table, and state-of-the-art home theater system, exuded a fresh and comfortable atmosphere. The walls adorned with abstract watercolor paintings added a touch of sophistication.
After a refreshing shower, Zhang Ziwen brewed a cup of tea, lit a cigarette, and turned on the television. Comfortably clad in his underwear, he lounged on the sofa, flipping through channels with the remote control. Feeling bored, he reached for a DVD from the transparent box on the coffee table and played it.
Once he started watching, Zhang Ziwen found himself unable to look away from the screen. He was captivated by the sight of a seductive actress pleasuring herself with a vibrator, her fair skin and enticing posture sending his desires into overdrive.
Watching over thirty minutes of adult content left Zhang Ziwen feeling parched and feverish, his underwear uncomfortably constricting his desires.
After a hurried shower to cool down, Zhang Ziwen emerged from the bathroom, bare-bodied and feeling frustrated. Despite his efforts to quench his desires with cold water, his mind was still filled with images from the adult film, and his arousal showed no signs of abating.
Entering the bedroom, he was greeted by the intoxicating fragrance lingering in the air. The large bed dominated the room, covered in disheveled sheets. Just like Zhang Ziwen, He Li seemed to have a penchant for neglecting tidiness.
Turning on the bedside lamp, Zhang Ziwen bathed the room in soft light, accentuating the pink-themed decor that screamed femininity. His bare body on the bed, surrounded by the tantalizing scent of a woman, only served to fuel his desires.
Seeing the bras, panties, and stockings strewn about the bedside table, Zhang Ziwen couldn't resist reaching for them. He picked up a pair of sheer panties, feeling their smooth texture and inhaling the woman's scent.
It seemed He Li was rather careless. Any man faced with such provocative lingerie would struggle to resist, let alone Zhang Ziwen, whose desires were already burning hot. With his arousal reaching its peak, Zhang Ziwen's breath grew heavy as he indulged in the sensory stimulation.
Early in the morning, the annoying sound of the telephone interrupted Zhang Ziwen's deep slumber. He knew it could only be his sister He Li calling at such an hour.
"Lazybones, still in bed at this hour?" He Li's voice came through the receiver, dripping with irritation.
"Groggy. Let me sleep a little longer," Zhang Ziwen mumbled nasally.
"Forget sleep! Get up right now."
"Ah."
"Did you hear me? Don't linger in bed any longer. I'll count to three, and if you're not up, you'll see how I deal with you when I come back."
"Alright, I'll get up. No need to count," Zhang Ziwen grumbled, stifling a yawn.
"You must have stayed up late watching TV last night. From now on, I expect you to be in bed by ten every night, understand?"
Zhang Ziwen's sleepiness vanished. If He Li found out he had watched adult content, it would be disastrous. He hastened to assure her over the phone, "Yes, yes, I'll make sure to sleep early from now on. I'll get up now, okay?"
"Very well. Oh, did you notice anything on the bedside table?" He Li's voice took on a hesitant tone over the phone.
Zhang Ziwen shivered at once and, looking at the discarded intimate items on the floor, nervously asked, "What... what things?"
"The clothes I wear inside. Did you see them?" He Li's tone feigned calmness.
"Yes, I think I did. They're all there," Zhang Ziwen tried to keep his voice steady.
"What do you mean 'I think'? Remember, you're going to wash them for me. I was in a hurry and didn't have time to do it myself. Help me out, and I'll reward you when I get back."
"What? You want me to wash these?" Zhang Ziwen's face flushed red, feeling embarrassed even over the phone. Truth be told, even if He Li hadn't mentioned it, Zhang Ziwen knew he had to wash them. There was quite a bit of suspicious sticky fluid on those soft, sheer panties. Could he leave them unwashed?
"What's wrong with that? It's not like you can leave them unwashed for days. Be obedient, it's not shameful to wash them at home. What are you embarrassed about? Alright, I won't say anymore. That's settled then. I'm hanging up now." He Li ended the call with a reminder for him to open the shop and keep an eye on things.
He Li's mind was truly cunning, timing her call perfectly. After a series of commotions upstairs, opening the shop right at 10 o'clock was something Zhang Ziwen couldn't help but admire.
The entire day passed without a single sale. When women walked in and saw a grown man inside, they felt too embarrassed to stay and quickly left. Even those who did enter only glanced around hastily and didn't bother asking about prices. Coupled with Zhang Ziwen's aloofness as he sat on the sofa smoking and drinking coffee, it was a wonder he managed to sell even one bra or pair of panties.
By seven or eight in the evening, Zhang Ziwen was beginning to feel exhausted. This wasn't a business suited for a man. Just as he was about to close up, a woman walked in, a young and beautiful woman at that, barely in her twenties. She had a tall, slender figure and wore a light green spaghetti-strap dress, holding a leather handbag of the same shade. She exuded an air of style and elegance.
Before the beauty even approached, the fragrance she carried wafted over. Zhang Ziwen recognized it—it was Chanel Coco, the same brand He Li used. Zhang Ziwen instinctively twitched his nose.
Seeing Zhang Ziwen standing by the sofa, the beauty hesitated for a moment. A blush tinted her fair and lovely face, adding an extra touch of charm. Zhang Ziwen felt a slight tremor in his heart.
Unlike other female customers who would quickly leave or pretend to browse and then leave, this beauty stood beside a model wearing a set of semi-transparent pink crystal silk lingerie, carefully admiring it. She even reached out to touch it, seemingly testing the texture.
The beauty's composure left Zhang Ziwen at a loss. He couldn't approach to introduce himself, and he didn't know how to respond. Yet, her presence was so striking that he couldn't ignore her. Standing there feeling awkward, Zhang Ziwen casually lit a cigarette, trying to conceal his slight embarrassment. The beauty moved around the shop with leisurely steps, seemingly unconcerned about Zhang Ziwen's presence, as if he didn't exist.