The Intimacy Lesson

Luo Xuan was plunged into deep hesitation.

Moral questioning and pangs of conscience assailed her.

Bai Jingjing was someone she had found for her good friend; their relationship was close enough to be called best friends.

Wouldn’t this feel a little… wrong?

Yet, upon closer reflection, Bai Jingjing wasn’t her best friend’s official girlfriend, but merely a hired temporary one.

In that case, as the intermediary, providing a little guidance and practice before ‘delivery’ seemed perfectly reasonable to ensure both parties were satisfied with the transaction.

It wasn’t a graphics card, after all; a bit of ‘refinement’ was perfectly normal, she mused.

“Well, I can only offer a little guidance,” Luo Xuan replied slowly. “Ultimately, it’s something you’ll have to grasp yourself.”

Guidance, yes, but only a little; too much leading would be improper.

“Okay~” Bai Jingjing leaned in slightly. “So, when do we start?”

With Bai Jingjing’s ample chest so close, and her breath like orchids, Luo Xuan felt her heart quicken.

“This ‘tiētiē’ (TL Note: A cute term for intimate closeness or ‘sticking together’), it’s actually quite simple, not difficult at all,” she began. “For those who understand it, it’s easy.”

Bai Jingjing nodded obediently, listening intently.

Her earnestness, however, only made Luo Xuan more nervous.

‘For those who understand it, it’s easy,’ she thought, ‘but the problem is, for those who find it difficult, they don’t understand it.’

Still, with the full-figured girl gazing at her so expectantly, Luo Xuan found herself with no recourse but to steel herself and continue.

“This ‘tiētiē’ is essentially about girls expressing their feelings to each other. So, you must have genuine emotion, truly immerse yourself, and use your softest self to connect with the other person’s heart.”

To her credit, she actually sounded quite convincing, as if she knew what she was talking about.

Bai Jingjing pondered this, then clasped her hands, using her small arms to cradle her large chest. “The softest part, does that refer to here?”

Luo Xuan glanced deeply at her. “Yes… but not just there. There’s another place I find difficult to mention…”

“I know,” Bai Jingjing said, recalling something she’d seen in a manga earlier. “It’s the ‘xiaonaohu’.” (TL Note: A cute, childish mispronunciation often used as a euphemism for female genitalia.)

The girl’s charmingly slurred pronunciation sounded almost like she was playfully teasing her.

Luo Xuan completely failed to understand. “‘Xiaonaohu’?”

What ‘xiaonaohu’?

“It’s what you just called the soft place,” Bai Jingjing’s youthful face flushed slightly. “The white ‘xiaonaohu’.”

‘What in the world is a white ‘xiaonaohu’… wait?’

Luo Xuan was slightly startled, and instinctively blurted out, “You don’t have one either… Ugh.”

Darn it, one careless sentence had inadvertently revealed so much.

Both girls fell silent simultaneously, the living room growing quiet as if a Silence Mage had cast their ultimate spell. (TL Note: A gaming reference, ‘Silence Mage cast ultimate,’ implying that all sound and conversation abruptly ceased.)

A few minutes later, Luo Xuan gritted her teeth. “Since you already know, then the theory lesson ends here. Come on!”

The young miss’s dignity had been swept away today, and she had accidentally exposed a secret. She was getting flustered.

She absolutely had to find a way to reclaim her authority elsewhere!

“Understood,” Bai Jingjing stood up, saying obediently, “I’m going to take a bath.”

As the full-figured girl went off for her ‘washy washy’ (TL Note: A cute term for taking a bath or shower), Luo Xuan sank back onto the sofa, quietly letting out a sigh as she looked at the neatly folded clothes beside her.

It was a relief to encounter such a gentle and docile girl; even if she knew her secret, it probably wouldn’t matter much.

Ding-ding, ding-ding. Her best friend sent another message.

[Chuxia: You really settled it?]

[Eylla: Of course.]

‘Settled it, settled it. She’s already training. I’ll give her to you once she’s refined.’

[Chuxia: Still, if it really doesn’t work out, then just drop it. Don’t force it, and don’t waste anyone’s weekend.]

Seeing her friend’s message, Luo Xuan knew her old habit was acting up again, and she quickly typed a reply.

[Eylla: Don’t worry, this girl is truly amazing. You’ll definitely love her. Not to mention you, even I…]

Luo Xuan quickly stopped typing.

[Chuxia: Even you what?]

[Eylla: Even I can’t find a single flaw.]

Meanwhile, in Luo Xuan’s bathroom, Bai Jingjing filled the bathtub and gently sank into the warm water.

Having always taken showers before, this was her first time luxuriating in a bath — no, a bathtub ‘washy washy’ — feeling the warm water slowly rise over her shoulders. It was simply blissful.

How wonderful, how truly wonderful.

Though less than a day had passed, Bai Jingjing felt that ever since she had become a girl, everything had taken a turn for the better.

She had met a kind person like Sister Luo, secured the high-paying part-time job she desperately needed, and now had prospects for both her debts and tuition fees.

Years ago, after dropping out of high school, she had spent three years by her critically ill parents’ bedside in the hospital.

During that period, her life had felt as if it were on pause, with no path forward.

Even after leaving the hospital, her lack of funds, constrained by debts and tuition, prevented her from doing anything.

In Bai Jingjing’s original estimation, she would have to wait until at least the year after next to save enough for art university in the provincial capital, all while managing regular debt repayments and living expenses.

However, since transforming into a girl and securing this part-time job from Sister Luo, she could potentially save enough for tuition before this summer, if all went smoothly.

Her life was moving forward once more.

“Phew~”

The milk-and-flower-scented shower gel created a frothy foam that floated on the water’s surface, and atop her breasts, which peeked above the water.

The hazy mist swirled in the air, scattering the bathroom lights into a dreamlike, ethereal glow.

Bai Jingjing reminisced about the day’s wonderful experiences.

She thought, if changing her identity meant embarking on a new life, then today marked the beginning of that new life.

The girl lying in the bathtub couldn’t help but sigh with emotion—such a marvelous beginning, one she absolutely had to cherish!

She would start with her job training; treating her work seriously was the best way to cherish this opportunity!

****

After about half an hour, Bai Jingjing emerged from the bathroom, wrapped in a bath towel, and softly said from the living room doorway, “Sister Luo, I’m good.” (TL Note: ‘I’m good’ or ‘I’m done,’ which can also carry a double entendre in Chinese slang for sexual satisfaction.)

Luo Xuan was slightly stunned. “You’re good?!”

‘No, didn’t you go for a ‘washy washy’? What did you do in the bathroom to be ‘good’? If you’re ‘good,’ then what about me, I haven’t even…’

“Yes, I’m done washing,” Bai Jingjing blinked innocently. “What should I do next?”

‘Oh, she’s done washing.’

“You, you go lie down in the room first, the place where you changed earlier. Wait for me a bit, because I need to shower too.”

“Okay,” the girl replied obediently, lifting her shapely legs as if to leave.

“Wait a moment,” Luo Xuan called out again.

“Hm?” Bai Jingjing tilted her head.

“If possible, it’s best not to omit words when you speak, especially the most important one,” Luo Xuan said, a slight twitch at the corner of her lips. “Of course, I just suggest it.”

She recalled that this wasn’t the first time Bai Jingjing had omitted words.

Earlier, she had said things like, ‘I don’t reach’ (TL Note: meaning ‘I don’t know’ but grammatically incomplete).

Naturally, this recent “I’m good” was far more egregious.

“Oh,” Bai Jingjing nodded, appearing to grasp some, but not all, of the meaning. “I’ll try my best.”

After all, speaking habits were personal and hard to change.

“Go on.”

Bai Jingjing went to lie down in the bedroom, while Luo Xuan headed to the bathroom to shower.

Thus began the two girls’ ‘tiētiē’ training—or rather, the graphics card’s… no, Bai Jingjing’s ‘factory training’.