Although cats don't place as high as dogs in the cla.s.s leader's heart, it's still one of the animals she could get engrossed with.

I remember the time when a couple of female uppercla.s.smen of 28 Middle created a ‘cat club'. Five or six beautiful girls took care of the stray cats roaming around the school. They were responsible for their food and taking them to the vet. I think the cla.s.s leader was the first one to signup (she was even zealously purchasing cans of cat food for their first meeting), but she was kicked out from the club within two days.

Our cla.s.smates at the time couldn't believe it and they thought the cla.s.s leader might have offended the uppercla.s.smen in some way. There were even rumors saying the uppercla.s.smen kicked her out because they were envious of the cla.s.s leader's beauty… Now if I think back, it was totally because of her animal repellent gaze! The stray cats must have all ran away on the first day when she joined!

But regardless of how much you like cats, it would be too dangerous to rashly get near the Cat Overlord! It's not a gentle cat just because it lurks near a temple! It might even have rabies and it would be serious if you got scratched!

I wanted to warn her but it was too late.

When the Cat Overlord saw a long-haired girl who had the spirits of her hunter ancestors behind her (this is my guess since don't cats have a better sixth sense than humans?). The instinct to protect his territory and his fear melded together and caused it to raise its claws and slap the cla.s.s leader!

Yes, you heard me correctly. The reason why I didn't say it scratched the cla.s.s leader was because the cat did not use its sharp claws. It only used its fleshy pads to ‘hit' the cla.s.s leader. Although it was a hard hit for the cat, it doesn't really do any damage to humans.

The cla.s.s leader subconsciously turned her neck as if she was someone who was slapped hard, and she didn't realize what happened. Once she realized a cat voluntarily used its soft, furry, and round paws to touch her face, her heart was in temporary disarray. She held the area where the cat hit her and her whole face appeared to be in bliss.

The Cat Overlord gave itself too much unnecessary pressure from skipping a few levels and directly challenging a high-level BOSS, so it meowed and went back into the temple to steal food from monks. The cla.s.s leader remained in spot with a stupid face.

I suspect the cla.s.s leader will head directly to the pet hospital to test if her animal repellent gaze is gone. Of course, I already know she will be disappointed, since even the infamous Cat Overlord could only last 20 seconds in front of her!

But if the cla.s.s leader heads to the pet hospital and I follow right behind, wouldn't it seem like I'm following her! Then, Dr. Zhao and Xiao Ding who both like to gossip will make fun of me again!

After thinking for a bit, I decided I would not go to the pet hospital today.

It's not like one face mask would be very effective for a dog.

It's the perfect time since I'm almost out of power on my phone. I've never realized it before since I never had a phone, but once I got a phone, it feels like I'm cut off from the rest of society when my phone doesn't have any more power.

As for what I would do with Xiao Qin's used face mask —— of course I won't use it for s.e.xual purposes! I'll wash the mask clean, dry it under the sun, and leave it so Xiao Qin can wear it again!

There will be a lot of chances in the future! For example, I can order her to fulfill the duty of a girlfriend and help me clean my room, then wouldn't it be normal to wear a face mask!

I connected my phone to a charger immediately when I returned home, and I was able to avoid being cut off from the rest of society.

I went downstairs to order some takeout. While I was waiting, I started doing some science homework that I had more interest in.

After dinner, I opened the computer in my dad's study room and looked through the purchase orders. I had to package the products that will be s.h.i. pped tomorrow.

I was writing my homework while practicing my PS skills so I could fix Shu Zhe's trap photos. At this time, the buyer with the nickname of Cilantro Buns messaged me again.

“Store owner, can you guarantee the panties you're selling are authentic original panties worn by Miss model?”

I remember this guy was pretty rude the last time we talked. He even asked to open a room with the model and treated me like I was a pimp. Finally, after some convincing, I was able to reduce him from a super pervert to a regular pervert.

I did indeed tell him I would sell the model's panties to him, but it was something I brought up in the spur of the moment, I never thought he would actually buy it. Also, he logged off pretty quick last time, so it made me think he was joking.

I never thought he would contact me a few days later and actually buy the panties so he could use it at home!

“Hey, hey! Why aren't you responding! Are you dead!” Cilantro Buns asked impatiently, “I asked, can you guarantee the panties were actually worn by the model?”

I didn't feel good, but I didn't let it show and still replied courteously: “Dear customer, of course I can guarantee! Our store values trust and we offer fair treatment to all! The underwear is definitely stripped off the model!”

My response was pretty erotic and he responded with some thirst emojis. He was probably off in dreamland right now.

Director Cao mentioned once when he was filming an AV in j.a.pan, there was a male actor who used to work in an ‘original pantyhose room'. It was full of a bunch of men who were squished inside a small room with no AC. It was in order to get their sweat onto the pantyhose so they could sell it as ‘University girl pantyhose' and they were never caught.

I wasn't perverted to the point where I would wear female undergarments myself and sell it to the customers, so I won't fake the original panties.

It's just that the model is actually a trap, too bad you should have asked for the model's gender! Too bad you weren't able to tell from the photos!

Thus I replied: “As we agreed on last time, you can pick a pair of underwear you like from our shop, then add ¥300 to the order. I will tell the model to wear it for three days, then I'll s.h.i. p the underwear filled with love to you!”

Cilantro Bun said with vigilance: “I checked it out, most places only sell underwear for ¥100 – ¥160, why is it so expensive here?”

Huh? Weren't you the one who claimed you had a ton of money when you asked to open a room last time? Now you're haggling over a few hundred bucks? And you also knew the market price, you clearly did your homework and came prepared!

I continued sweet talking him: “Dear customer, it's because you get what you pay for! How would it feel to have Miss model wear the underwear you picked out for three days! Let me tell you, I wouldn't even sell this to regular people!”

Cilantro Buns sapped up my words and giddily chose and paid for a pair of underwear. He urged me to let the model wear it right away and send it to him after 72 hours.

But he never chose any high difficulty underwear like T-strings or C-strings, instead he chose a cute cotton pair with strawberries. Maybe he felt that if there was more material, it would store more female scents?

I felt some regret after accepting the order, not because I was guilty for tricking Cilantro Buns (who asked him to be rude?). It was because I felt I didn't earn enough, luckily we should still be able to make a profit and won't be in a loss.

The reason why I'm worrying about if I would lose money was because I didn't know how much I would have to pay Shu Zhe to get him to wear female underwear for three days.

Time is of the matter, I have to get it done at school tomorrow. I seriously put the strawberries panties in my backpack.

Oh right, I also included a Ziploc bag. It's originally used for food, but it's perfect for three day old panties. I definitely don't want to touch something that's been wrapped around Zhu Zhe's a.s.s for 72 hours.

I'll let Cilantro Buns enjoy that smell 3 days later. I hope he enjoys the smell of a young man's a.s.s on women's undergarments.