The White Stockings Loli Commission and an Office Visit

Having ‘sacrificed’ her roommate, only for the attempt to fail, the rich loli felt a pang of disappointment.

Offering an apologetic glance toward the black-haired, straight-haired loli slumbering in the adjacent bed, she returned her attention to the keyboard, her fingers flying across the keys.

[Lemon: Tell me about it.]

[Xiaobai: It’s quite simple, actually. Have you ever considered the possibility that the loli might have made the ‘xiaojiejie’ (TL Note: A term of endearment for a young woman, often an older sister figure) willingly lie down?]

[Lemon: What?]

Bai Jingjing carefully surveyed her surroundings; there was no one else in Luo Xuan’s home, and the blonde girl herself remained undisturbed in sleep, ensuring absolute quiet and discretion.

[Xiaobai: My point is, while it would certainly be difficult under ordinary circumstances, what if… what if the loli in the manga was wearing white stockings?]

[Lemon: ???]

[Xiaobai: Imagine her in a delicate princess dress, paired with white thigh-high stockings that subtly hugged her calves, or perhaps even sheer white pantyhose that hinted at her underwear, and then, to top it all off, a pair of cat ears… The ‘xiaojiejie’ would absolutely, without a doubt, lie down of her own accord!]

[Lemon: ???????]

In that very instant, within the girls’ dormitory of Huiguang Middle School’s Junior High Division, the white-haired rich loli found herself utterly speechless with shock.

‘No, wait, this… what? That was… oh, my…’

She remained wide-eyed and speechless, unable to form a single coherent thought or type a single character for what felt like an eternity.

[Xiaobai: Truly, you must believe me. You’re still too young to grasp these nuances, but I speak from experience. Dressed in that manner, it will undeniably be effective.]

While the outcome for the ‘xiaojiejie’ in the manga remained uncertain, it was a certainty that such an ensemble would prove utterly irresistible to Bai Jingjing.

[Lemon: But… but for that young girl, wouldn’t it be rather difficult to carry out such an act…?]

The rich loli had, indeed, worn white stockings and donned cat ears on previous occasions, yet the notion of combining them to ‘push down’ a ‘xiaojiejie’ (TL Note: A suggestive term for seduction or overpowering someone) had never once crossed her mind.

[How could it possibly be difficult?] Bai Jingjing typed back with an air of complete confidence. [I am exceptionally skilled at drawing such things.]

It wasn’t a matter of lacking talent; rather, back when she struggled to draw Tuan Tuan, her solution had been to simply focus on sketching every conceivable variation of a white-stockinged loli.

From white thigh-highs to white pantyhose, white garter stockings to everything in between, she possessed a veritable repertoire.

Bai Jingjing’s logic was undeniably sound, yet the rich loli found herself in a predicament, a truth too awkward to articulate.

Her decision to consult Bai Jingjing on such a sensitive topic was not entirely devoid of a desire for personal insight.

To put it plainly, while drawing white-stockinged lolis came effortlessly to Bai Jingjing, for her, donning white stockings was… well, perhaps not so difficult either. However, the true challenge lay in the thought of her wearing white stockings and cat ears to ‘push down’ Bai Jingjing herself—now that would be an insurmountable task!

Yet, with the discussion having reached such a point…

[Lemon: Very well then, I suppose we’ll see what kind of concept sketch you produce. As for the more ‘sese’ (TL Note: Internet slang for ‘lewd’ or ‘erotic’) details, we can delve into those discussions once I’ve reviewed the character design.]

She would first evaluate the outcome, then consider it as a reference point.

[Xiaobai: No problem at all, but I’m quite swamped with my studies at the moment, so it will have to wait until next weekend at the earliest.]

[Lemon: Okay.]

Having concluded their commission discussion and reached a general consensus, Bai Jingjing found her spirits soaring.

This, she mused, was precisely why rich loli clients were so exceptional; among all the commissioners she had collaborated with, their willingness to compromise easily ranked them within the top three.

The previous client who had been equally amenable was… well, it truly was the last one: Xia Chu-jie (TL Note: An affectionate term for an older sister).

Despite their differing professional fields.

****

“Hmph,” Bai Jingjing exhaled softly, stretching her limbs languidly before retrieving a stack of test papers from beneath her desk. “Time to buckle down and put in some effort.”

Tackling test papers proved to be no simple feat, particularly when the vast majority of the question types were utterly unfamiliar; all Bai Jingjing could manage was to chew on her pen, lost in a daze.

‘No, this won’t do,’ she thought, ‘my efficiency is far too low working alone; I absolutely need to enlist some outside help.’ Her gaze drifted towards the bedroom, where a beautiful blonde girl lay, though whether she remained in slumber was unknown.

Deciding against it for now, she resolved to wait until after delivering lunch to Xia Chu before returning to check on her.

After swiftly preparing lunch and carefully packing it into the lunchbox purchased the previous day, Bai Jingjing hailed a taxi and set off for Shengxia Building.

Having sent a message ahead of time, Bai Jingjing found the ‘dajiejie’ (TL Note: An affectionate term for an older sister or respected young woman) already waiting to greet her as she arrived at the base of the towering edifice.

“Bai Jingjing, you’ve arrived,” Xia Chu exclaimed, her voice bright as she, clad in a crisp professional uniform, accepted the lunchbox and delicately inhaled its aroma. “It smells absolutely delicious!”

Bai Jingjing tilted her head back, her gaze following the building’s immense height until it disappeared from view. “Where shall we eat? Should we head upstairs?”

A hint of embarrassment colored Xia Chu’s cheeks. “Today… let’s just eat down here. I promise, one day, I’ll bring you all the way up.”

Unfavorable rumors already shadowed her within the Xia family, and in recent days at the company, she had frequently overheard whispers behind her back concerning her preference for girls.

Xia Chu herself was unbothered by the gossip, but she was resolute in her decision not to expose Bai Jingjing to the idle chatter and judgmental whispers of those individuals upstairs.

She would simply bide her time, waiting until the day arrived when no one would dare to utter a single disparaging word about her behind her back.

On that auspicious day, when she escorted Bai Jingjing upstairs, there would be no whispers of gossip; instead, they would be met with obsequious welcomes.

This ambition served as both Xia Chu’s driving force and her ultimate objective.

The ground floor of the building was reasonably spacious, offering numerous spots where one could comfortably sit and dine. As a manager, Xia Chu held a certain standing, ensuring that security personnel would hardly intervene if she chose to eat beneath her own company’s towering structure.

She even went so far as to procure two small chairs for them.

Sharing a meal with Bai Jingjing, Xia Chu, who had suppressed her thoughts for days, finally felt at liberty to speak her mind without reservation.

“The atmosphere at the company is just so stiflingly serious,” Xia Chu confided between bites, “and even though there aren’t explicit rules for me, arriving even a little late in the morning makes me feel incredibly awkward.” She continued, “Behind my back, they’ve even concocted all sorts of nicknames for me, mocking my tendency to oversleep and be late.”

“That’s truly awful,” Bai Jingjing murmured, delicately scooping small portions of rice and offering occasional nods of agreement. “The next time you encounter them, you should simply fix them with a stern glare.”

“I can’t be bothered with them,” Xia Chu huffed dismissively. “Let them chatter all they like; if they’re so determined, they can keep talking until they’re hoarse.”

She then segued into discussions about her work, detailing the funds under her management, creditor’s rights, and other such intricacies. Unable to follow the complex financial jargon, Bai Jingjing could only offer intermittent nods and murmurs of agreement.

It was undeniable that, despite shedding her usual relaxed languor, Xia Chu, in this professional setting, exuded a distinct air of confidence that surpassed her demeanor at home.

The intricate world of numbers was precisely where she felt most at home, and as she spoke of them, her entire being seemed to radiate with an inner luminescence.

This was especially true given her attire: a captivating uniform, a meticulously tied knot in her tie, and a form-fitting pencil skirt. As Bai Jingjing observed her, her own fair, slender legs involuntarily pressed together.

“I’ve identified a promising project, and if all goes according to plan, it won’t be long before everything begins to truly flourish,” Xia Chu declared, her eyes gleaming with the vision of a bright future. “Once that happens, I’ll be able to bring you upstairs, and you can come visit my office.”

Bai Jingjing’s eyes gleamed with excitement. “To Xia Chu-jie’s office… to play?”

“Precisely,” Xia Chu affirmed, not dwelling on the distinction. “You may.”

The ‘dajiejie,’ being rather innocent, had not quite grasped the subtle distinction between ‘playing’ and merely ‘visiting.’

After their meal, they rested for a brief period before Xia Chu ascended back to her office to resume work, leaving Bai Jingjing to carry the lunchbox back to Luo Xuan’s residence.

Still, no stir emanated from the bedroom. Bai Jingjing slowly washed the lunchbox, allowing the cool, clear water to gently cleanse her mind in the process.

This Saturday morning had proven anything but innocent for Bai Jingjing; with discussions of white-stockinged, cat-eared lolis and the prospect of ‘playing’ in an office, it had certainly put her through quite a bit.