Online Dating Fiasco with the Campus Heartthrob (DATING)
Ji Su froze for a moment, then decided to search online for a photo of a girl in a long skirt to send to G.
After all, it was a long skirt, so G wouldn’t be able to tell it wasn’t his legs.
But then he reconsidered—what if the scumbag got suspicious and reverse-searched the image? If he found out it was a stock photo, it would cast doubt on the authenticity of the leg photos he had sent earlier, which would be counterproductive.
Ji Su decided to have Meng Meng act cute and buy some time.
Meng Meng: [I’m already in bed and ready for a nap~]
Meng Meng: [I’ll take a photo for you after I wake up, okay?]
G: [Sure.]
Ji Su put down his phone and was not planning to continue this awkward conversation.
Although G had only replied with a cold "sure," he was probably secretly looking forward to Meng Meng sending another leg photo.
But the scumbag would be waiting in vain because Ji Su had no intention of actually sending one.
It wasn’t until 9 PM that Ji Su, finally done with his tasks, leisurely logged back into his alternate account.
Meng Meng: [Just finished practicing piano and got back to the dorm. What are you up to, senior?]
Meng Meng: [Peeking cat emoji.jpg]
This time, G didn’t keep Ji Su waiting too long and replied fairly quickly.
G: [Just finished showering.]
Meng Meng: [Are you dressed yet, senior?]
Meng Meng: [Blushing cat emoji.jpg]
G: [Yes.]
Ji Su frowned slightly as he looked at the chat box.
He had thought G would take the bait and say something suggestive, given how interested he seemed in Meng Meng’s leg photos.
It didn’t seem like G was a decent guy.
That way, Ji Su could have seized the opportunity to get G to send a selfie, either showing his face or his body.
But now that G hadn’t taken the bait and Ji Su had to let it go for the time being to maintain Meng Meng’s innocent and cute persona.
Meng Meng: [Mhm, it’s a bit cold tonight, senior. Make sure to dress warmly!]
G didn’t bring up the skirt again, and Ji Su certainly wasn’t going to mention it. Instead, he steered the conversation elsewhere.
Meng Meng: [What do you like to do in your free time, senior?]
G: [Play basketball and listen to music.]
Meng Meng: [Oh, so you like music too!]
Ji Su hadn’t expected that the major he had fabricated for Meng Meng would coincidentally align with G’s interests.
With this common ground as a starting point, the conversation lasted a bit longer this time.
Surprisingly, their musical tastes were highly similar.
Ji Su curled his lip in disdain as he was unwilling to believe that a scumbag could have such good taste.
After chatting for a while longer, he decided to end the conversation, not wanting to exhaust all the topics in one night.
Meng Meng: [Senior, I’m getting a bit sleepy.]
G: [Sure, go to bed.]
Meng Meng: [I had such a great time chatting with you tonight that I’m almost reluctant to say goodnight…]
G: [Should we chat a bit longer?]
Ji Su: "..."
Scumbag, so now you’re not pretending to be aloof?
Meng Meng: [But Meng Meng is really sleepy now…]
Meng Meng: [Goodnight cat emoji.jpg]
G: [Goodnight.]
..........
After that night, Ji Su noticed that G wasn’t as cold as he had been at the beginning. Whenever Ji Su sent a message, G would reply within an hour at most.
But that was as far as it went. As long as he didn't actively seek out G, the other party would never take the initiative to contact him.
Ji Su understood in his heart that this was a common trait of playboys—no initiative, no rejection, no responsibility and just waiting for the fish in the pond to bite the hook on their own.
But if they continued to chat in this lukewarm manner then forget about tricking the playboy into sending private photos, even the prospect of starting an online romance seemed unlikely.
After some contemplation, Qiao Jin finally came to a conclusion: "I think it's probably because he doesn't know what you look like."
Ji Su was a bit puzzled: "But when my senior was in an online relationship with him, she didn't know what he looked like either."
Qiao Jin: "Then do you think the playboy knows what your senior looks like?"
Ji Su: "Yes."
"That settles it!" Qiao Jin slapped his thigh. "Men and women are different. Most men are sensory creatures, especially high-level players like him. If the other person isn't a beauty, he definitely won't be too interested."
Ji Su rubbed his temples: "What you're saying makes sense, but if I send him a fake photo, there's a risk of being discovered."
"Let me think..." Qiao Jin looked at Ji Su's pure and pretty face, and a strange smile gradually formed on his lips.
Ji Su vaguely sensed something was off: "What are you thinking?"
"You're the one who asked!" Qiao Jin seized the opportunity and blurted out, "I'm thinking if you put on a wig and some makeup, you could definitely charm that playboy out of his mind!"
Ji Su leaned back: "Don't even think about it."
"Alright, alright. I know cross-dressing is too much for a straight guy like you." Qiao Jin grinned. "Then let's settle for the next best thing."
Ji Su remained vigilant: "What next best thing?"
Half an hour later, under Qiao Jin's supervision, Ji Su was forced to order a sailor outfit and a pair of white stockings.
To avoid being labeled as a pervert by the delivery center staff, Ji Su specifically noted "private delivery" when placing the order.
Two days later, Ji Su picked up the package from the delivery center. Upon looking at the delivery slip, he saw that the size and model were clearly written.
The last line read: "Private delivery."
Ji Su: "..."
What kind of self-deceiving behavior was this?
On his way back to the dorm, Ji Su felt like people were staring at him, and his snow-white ears slowly turned red.
Back in the dorm, his roommates were playing games.
Zhao Ziyun casually asked as he walked in, "Ji Su, what did you buy?"
Ji Su pretended to be nonchalant: "Nothing, just some daily necessities."
After saying that, he quickly stuffed the hot package under his bed as the heat on his face still did not subsiding.
Later, when the other two roommates went out to play basketball, Qiao Jin immediately jumped up from his chair: "The sailor outfit!"
Ji Su silently walked to the door to lock it, and then, as if guilty of something, also tightly closed the curtains.
Qiao Jin couldn't wait to open the package.
He first shows the fabric-saving uniform skirt, then picks up the white lace stockings: "Susu! Come try them on and see if they fit!"
Ji Su stood still with his face full of resistance.
"Don't struggle pointlessly, baby." Qiao Jin smiled lewdly. "Do you want me to help you put them on?"
Ji Su: "No..."
Qiao Jin handed him the sailor outfit: "Come on, baby."
Ji Su resignedly took the sailor outfit and went into the bathroom to change.
After a while, the bathroom door opened again.
Qiao Jin looked up and blurted out, "Holy crap!"
Ji Su's slender, white fingers nervously tugged at the hem of the short skirt and his voice tinged with shame: "Can you stop staring at me like that..."
Qiao Jin reluctantly looked away: "Alright, I won't look."
At that moment, he was both grateful and regretful that he was a staunch zero (bottom), otherwise he would have pounced on this pretty little straight boy in a sailor outfit and done all sorts of things...
"Uh... just help me take the photos quickly," Ji Su cleared his throat. "Remember not to get my face in the shot."
Qiao Jin snapped out of it, and 'Coach Qiao' was back on duty: "Susu, kneel on the bed first."
Ji Su didn't understand: "Huh?"
"Wait—Susu, do you really not watch any suggestive content?" Qiao Jin clicked his tongue. "Sometimes, I really wonder if you're actually straight."
Ji Su said seriously: "As genuine as it gets."
"Alright, I know you spend all your time studying and drawing." Qiao Jin gestured. "Listen to me, get on the bed and kneel while facing me."
After some fussing, Ji Su finally struck a pose that satisfied 'Director Qiao'.
Qiao Jin took several shots while making sure there were no giveaways, then reluctantly handed the phone back to Ji Su.
No editing was needed; the photos were perfect straight out of the camera.
Ji Su didn't dare to look at them for long and immediately opened his WeChat alternate account.
But this time, he didn't send the photos directly to G via private chat. Instead, he posted them on his Moments with a caption.
It didn't make much difference, though, since this alternate account only had G as a friend.
The photos were meant for him to see.
………..
At 8:30 PM, Gu Zhao entered the dorm, followed by two chattering roommates.
"How was that shot I just made?" Wang Mingzhe jumped up and mimicked a shooting pose in mid-air. "Pretty impressive, right?"
"It was impressive, but don't get carried away," Zhou Yang laughed and pushed him. "You'll be bragging about that shot until next year."
"Old Zhou, you're wrong. I'll be bragging about it for the next three years!" Wang Mingzhe looked expectantly at Gu Zhao. "Brother Gu, say something nice about me!"
"Hmm," Gu Zhao responded absentmindedly as he unlocked his phone and opened WeChat.
A few seconds later, he subtly frowned, then casually clicked into Moments.
His slender fingers swiped across the screen a couple of times before suddenly stopping.
Meng Meng: [The weather's getting warmer, time to wear pretty little skirts~]
A photo was attached below.
Gu Zhao clicked to enlarge the image and then, his pupils slightly contracted.
The person in the photo was kneeling obediently on the bed while dressed in a sailor outfit.
Only a small section of their slender waist was exposed—pale, soft, thin, and narrow, as if it could be firmly grasped with one hand, and might break with a bit more force.
His gaze shifted downward.
The short, spread-out skirt barely covered the full, perky buttocks.
The pale, tender thighs were tightly encircled by lace garters and slightly indenting the flesh. It was connected to the nearly transparent white stockings. The legs seemed impossibly long and stretching endlessly.
Pure yet provocative, beautiful yet seductive.
"Brother Gu, are you even listening to me?" Wang Mingzhao leaned over insistently. "What are you looking at?"
In the next moment, Gu Zhao flipped his phone screen down onto the table with a loud "thud."
Wang Mingzhao chuckled. "What’s so good that you can’t share it with your best buddy?"
Gu Zhao lifted his eyelids but spared a few words. "No."
"Alright, alright, I won’t look!" Wang Mingzhao surrendered. "You go ahead with your business. I’ll just reminisce about that last shot we made, hehe…"
Gu Zhao pulled out a chair and sat down then picked up his phone again.
On the other side, Ji Su finally received the first proactive message from G.
G: [Didn’t you say you were wearing a long dress?]
Ji Su waited exactly ten minutes before replying.
Meng Meng: [What are you talking about, senior?]
Meng Meng: [Confused cat.gif]
G: [The photo on your Moments.]
Meng Meng: [Oh, that one…]
Meng Meng: [I wore a long dress a few days ago, but today I’m in a sailor outfit.]
Ji Su stared at the chat interface, where 'The other party is typing…' was displayed at the top.
After a while, a new message popped up.
G: [Do you like wearing short skirts?]
Meng Meng: [Yes, I do~]
Meng Meng: [Does senior think I don’t look good in a short skirt?]
G: [No.]
G: [You look beautiful.]
Ji Su raised an eyebrow.
This was the first time G had directly complimented him.
Meng Meng: [Shy cat.jpg]
Meng Meng: [Then I’ll wear short skirts more often for you to see, okay?]
G: [You mean, only for me to see?]
"Damn, this scumbag really thinks highly of himself!" Qiao Jin, who had appeared out of nowhere, commented. "He definitely wants you to send him private photos so he can enjoy them alone."
Ji Su: "Is that so…"
"But this also means he’s starting to feel possessive of you, which is a good thing." Qiao Jin stroked his nonexistent beard.
Seizing the opportunity, Ji Su played along.
Meng Meng: [If that’s what senior wants…]
Meng Meng: [Shy cat.jpg]
There was no immediate reply, but Ji Su had already achieved his goal for the night by posting on Moments.
Just as he was about to call it a day, a new message arrived.
G: [Who took the photo for you?]
Meng Meng: [Senior, guess?]
G: [Your boyfriend?]
Meng Meng: [Of course not! I don’t have a boyfriend!]
Meng Meng: [It was my roommate who took it.]
G: [Is this photo only visible to me, or to everyone?]
Ji Su’s heart skipped a beat while feeling an inexplicable sense of being seen through the screen.
Meng Meng: [It’s visible to everyone. I don’t block anyone when I post on Moments.]
G: [Hmm.]
Ji Su bit his lower lip and decided to go all the way and privately send over the remaining photos from different angles.
After all, since he’d already been seen, one photo or ten didn’t make much difference.
Meng Meng: [These are only for you to see, senior!]