The Scrubber and the Siren

Xiang Qing’s breath hitched, caught in her throat.

She spun around abruptly, turning her back to Gu Wei, her cheeks burning with a heat that felt capable of frying an egg.

Her heart hammered against her ribs, a frantic, thunderous drumbeat.

Despite now inhabiting a woman’s body, her soul remained that of an unadulterated man!

In this lifetime, this marked her very first encounter with a living, breathing female body, other than her own!

And a beauty of such breathtaking caliber, no less!

Her skin glowed with an almost ethereal luminescence, her waist was devoid of even a hint of excess flesh, and her legs were long, straight, and exquisitely shaped.

No sooner had those images flashed through her mind than Xiang Qing felt a flush of heat surge directly to her head.

‘Calm down! Xiang Qing, you must calm down! You’re a woman now! A woman! It’s perfectly normal to look at a same-s*x body! This is art! It’s appreciation!’

She frantically chanted a calming mantra in her mind, yet her ears, betraying her efforts, stubbornly flushed a deep crimson.

“Pfft.” Gu Wei’s soft chuckle drifted from behind her.

“Turn around, darling. How can I get scrubbed with your back to me?”

Her voice, laced with the humidity of the bath, was languid and inviting.

“What’s there to be shy about? We’re both just girls.” Gu Wei’s voice was brimming with mischievous amusement. “Or perhaps, do you harbor some inappropriate thoughts about my body?”

Xiang Qing squeezed her eyes shut, shaking her head frantically.

“Turn around.” Gu Wei’s tone deepened slightly, carrying a hint of insistence.

Xiang Qing knew there was no escaping this.

Stiffly, she rotated her body back, inch by agonizing inch, her eyes glued to the floor, utterly unwilling to lift them.

“Look at me.” Gu Wei commanded once more.

‘…’ Xiang Qing felt tears welling up.

“Xiang Qing, look at me.”

Gu Wei’s voice now held a distinct edge of displeasure.

Left with no alternative, Xiang Qing gritted her teeth, closed her eyes, then snapped them open, her gaze directly colliding with Gu Wei’s.

In that instant, she found herself rooted to the spot.

Gu Wei stood before her, the bright bathroom lights illuminating every perfect curve of her body.

It wasn’t merely a slender physique, but a beauty imbued with a palpable sense of strength and vibrant health.

Her skin, under the glow of the lights, shimmered with a milky luminescence.

Xiang Qing’s throat felt parched, and her mind had devolved into a complete muddle.

‘This is… utterly incredible…’

She mused that the ‘welfare girls’ she’d occasionally stumbled upon online were, in comparison to Gu Wei standing before her, akin to flattened sketches next to vibrant, high-definition oil paintings.

‘Oh, to be a man again!’

‘If only I were still a man…’

‘For a sight like this, even if the King of Heaven himself descended, I’d have to salute on the spot!’

Alas, she was no longer.

This sensation was a perplexing blend of excitement and acute embarrassment, tinged with a mournful regret.

It felt akin to a person starved for three days, presented with a lavish Manchu Han Imperial Feast, only to discover they had no mouth to eat it.

‘How utterly frustrating!’

“Is it beautiful?”

Just as Xiang Qing’s mind wandered, Gu Wei suddenly spoke, her lips curving into a smile that resembled a soul-snatching siren.

“Huh?” Xiang Qing responded instinctively, then immediately realized her blunder, her face flushing crimson.

“You’re practically drooling, you little silly.”

Gu Wei chuckled, then, with a graceful stride of her long legs, stepped into the bathtub, the warm water instantly swirling around her calves.

She leaned against the edge of the tub, turning her head to beckon Xiang Qing, who remained rooted to the spot, with a playful hook of her finger.

“Why are you still standing there like a statue?”

“Come here.”

She seized Xiang Qing’s still trembling hand and pressed it directly onto her own smooth, delicate back.

“Your hand is so cold?” Gu Wei’s eyebrow arched subtly as she turned her hand to grasp Xiang Qing’s wrist, her voice laced with amusement.

“Let me see, are you so nervous that you’re sweating?”

Her beautiful eyes, slightly upturned, held a playful glint.

“What’s wrong, my little darling? Are you nervous?”

“Or perhaps, excited?”

Xiang Qing felt all the blood in her body rush to her head.

‘She… she grabbed it!’

‘She’s holding my hand!’

‘What in the world is this slippery, warm sensation?!’

Xiang Qing instinctively tried to yank her hand back, but Gu Wei’s grip was firm, rendering her completely immobile.

Gu Wei’s fingers were long and surprisingly strong; she forcefully pressed Xiang Qing’s entire hand onto her pristine, smooth back.

‘!’

Xiang Qing’s body froze instantly.

‘That sensation…’

It was warm, delicate, and as smooth as the finest silk.

How could a soul that was fundamentally a pure man possibly endure such a thing!

“Why are you just standing there?” Gu Wei’s languid voice echoed through the spacious bathroom, humid and exceptionally alluring. “Time to get to work, my personal scrubber.”

Xiang Qing was on the verge of tears.

‘Fine, scrub it is! It’s just scrubbing a back, right? I’ll just pretend I’m stamping a cut of pork!’

Gritting her teeth, she closed her eyes, and the hand holding the loofah began to move mechanically up and down.

“Pfft.” Gu Wei chuckled again.

“Darling, are you scrubbing air? A little lower.”

Xiang Qing, resigned to her fate, moved her hand lower.

“A little further down.”

Xiang Qing moved her hand even lower.

“Put some effort into it! Did you skip breakfast?”

Xiang Qing applied a bit more pressure.

“Are you just tickling me? I didn’t request that service.”

A vein throbbed visibly on Xiang Qing’s temple.

‘So many demands!’

She decided to simply give in, putting her full strength into her hands and scrubbing vigorously.

Although it was ostensibly a back-scrubbing session, Gu Wei was clearly not an easy woman to satisfy.

She lay draped over the edge of the bathtub, resembling a salted fish waiting to be flipped, offering only verbal instructions without lifting a finger herself.

“Alright, switch to the other side.”

Xiang Qing: ‘…’

Xiang Qing silently moved to the other side.

“My shoulder, yes, right there. My neck got so stiff from handling documents yesterday.”

Xiang Qing, though inwardly grumbling, dutifully began scrubbing Gu Wei’s shoulder.

While outwardly appearing numb and resigned to her task, the inner turmoil within her felt like a frantic figure pounding relentlessly on a keyboard.

‘Ahhhhh! How can she be so incredibly beautiful!’

As Xiang Qing scrubbed, she couldn’t resist stealing glances with the corner of her eye.

This woman’s figure was simply divine.

The lines of her back were fluid and firm, her shoulder blades so perfectly sculpted they looked capable of holding a pen.

Her dimples of Venus were deeply etched, leading down to a beautifully sculpted, curving derriere.

The bathroom air was thick with steam, dampening her hair, with a few strands clinging to the side of her snow-white neck, making that expanse of skin appear even more alluring.

Xiang Qing’s eyes were practically glued to the sight.

Even as she silently chanted ‘I’m a woman, I’m a woman, it’s normal to look at a same-s*x body’ in her mind, her uncooperative DNA was still screaming in protest.

‘Beautiful! I want to look! Just two more glances! It’d be a waste not to!’

“Could you also wash my legs?” Gu Wei suddenly spoke again.

Xiang Qing jolted, quickly retracting her gaze, only to see Gu Wei lifting one leg from the water and resting it on the edge of the tub.

That leg was long and perfectly straight, its skin appearing to glow with a dazzling whiteness under the shimmering water.

Her ankle was slender, and her toes were delightfully plump.

Xiang Qing felt a strange warmth spread through her nasal passages.

‘Calm down! Calm down! You’re a woman now!’

‘Is it appropriate for you to get a nosebleed while looking at another woman’s body?!’

“Come here,” Gu Wei urged, gently nudging Xiang Qing’s calf with her toes.

Xiang Qing could only steel herself, squat down, pick up the towel, and cautiously begin to scrub Gu Wei’s calves.

“Darling, your technique is quite good,” Gu Wei purred, her voice laced with a satisfied smile. “From now on, you can be my dedicated scrubber. I’ll even pay you double.”

“Heh heh.” Xiang Qing offered a strained, insincere laugh.

‘Who wants to scrub your back?!’

She only wanted to quickly end this torture and put as much distance as possible between herself and this siren!

But just as she squatted down, diligently scrubbing Gu Wei’s legs, a peculiar sensation suddenly emanated from a certain part of her body.

A rush of warmth…

‘Something isn’t right!’

‘This is very wrong!’

Xiang Qing’s movements abruptly halted. She could distinctly feel that her ‘sacred object’ had, inexplicably, become wet.

‘Huh?!’

‘No way!’

‘It’s not pee! Definitely not!’

‘Then what the hell is this?!’

Xiang Qing’s face flushed a deep crimson, from her neck all the way to her earlobes.

‘She’s a woman now! A woman having such an inappropriate reaction to another woman?!’

‘It’s over! I’m completely screwed!’

‘Am I… gay?’

‘No! Impossible! I’m a straight man, through and through!’

Xiang Qing’s mind spiraled into utter chaos. She instinctively squeezed her legs together, her entire posture twisting into something profoundly awkward. She wished she could find a crack in the floor to vanish into, or perhaps simply dive headfirst into the bathtub and drown herself.

‘How utterly humiliating!’

‘This is an absolute disgrace!’

“What’s wrong?” Gu Wei’s voice suddenly drifted down from above.

Apparently sensing Xiang Qing’s sudden rigidity, she tilted her head slightly, regarding her with an amused expression. “Leg cramp? Or were you so awestruck by my beauty that you couldn’t stand steady?”