417. Disgusting to d*ath
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“Lin Nan, how about we just forget it?” Chen Yao awkwardly asked Lin Nan.
You see, Lin Nan’s enjoyment of watching people dress in female clothing probably began when Chen Yao convinced her to dress up. If Lin Nan actually got addicted to this, he might just find himself as the next victim!
“Forget it? It’s just a bet! Just make him treat you to a meal,” Xiong Da seriously advised. If Lin Nan turned her sights on him next, he’d be all alone without anyone to back him up.
Tu Junhui noticed the sudden one-eighty in their attitudes and lit up with joy. “I’ll pay you back for the wig! Or, how about we skip the dress-up? I’m 200 pounds, fat and dark; I’d look terrible! The real problem would be you guys being too disgusted to eat dinner!”
Lin Nan stared bewildered at the three of them, soon grasping their intentions.
After a moment’s thought, she promised, “Don’t worry, I promise not to torment you two.”
“We’re all just classmates, and we’ve been roommates for a year and a half…” Chen Yao wanted to continue persuading, but hearing Lin Nan’s words, his stance shifted instantly. He raised his camera, aiming it at Tu Junhui, saying, “After being roommates for so long, having a little fun wouldn’t hurt, would it?”
He had complete faith in his girlfriend’s promise.
“Don’t resist,” his face beamed with excitement again. “Once we make a video, the likes and coins will come pouring in! You’ll get treated to a meal with the profits—how great is that?”
Tu Junhui’s fleeting hope was dashed, and he sighed dejectedly. “When it’s your turn, I’ll surely join in the fun.”
“Relax, I promise I won’t turn my sights on you,” Lin Nan reassured him again.
Now Xiong Da had switched sides too, no longer defending Tu Junhui. He comfortably grabbed his phone, ready to film a video.
The more embarrassing moments, the better—it would be perfect for mocking Tu Junhui when he tried to stir up trouble next time.
With a lament, the rotund one turned and looked at the bedroom door, took a deep breath, and with a heroic semblance, he entered while clutching a parcel and a razor.
“Well, I’m off first!” he shouted dramatically, turning to firmly shut and lock the door.
Lin Nan almost burst out laughing, shaking her head in exasperation. This guy clearly wasn’t that resistant to dressing up, yet insisted on acting like a character straight out of a cringe-worthy historical drama.
She pulled out a bottle of cola from under the coffee table, ready to pop it open, only to notice Chen Yao staring at her intently.
“You can drink it now!” she turned and grinned, “It’s been almost a week! It’s all good now! Go ahead!”
Heaven knows how brutal it was for Lin Nan to avoid ice-cold cola these past few days. After those days, her excitement for Tu Junhui’s cross-dressing grew, but her interest in everything else dwindled, as if the color of her life faded significantly.
Though that might also be due to her monthly visitor.
Speaking of which, without waiting for Chen Yao’s objections, Lin Nan opened the cap and chugged a third of it down.
With a contented sigh and a burp, the long-lost bubbles and sugar flushed her cheeks with joy—what happiness!
“Go ahead, then you’ll just end up with a tummy ache later.”
He wanted her to completely quit cold drinks, pushing hot water or tea instead for her health, so there would be no more monthly cramps.
Upon hearing this, Lin Nan took another swig, downing another third.
Chen Yao thought his girlfriend was just trying to annoy him now.
Xiong Da averted his gaze, not daring to witness their lovey-dovey scene, afraid it might rekindle his thoughts on online dating. The last time, he almost got scammed into a pyramid scheme—enough said!
Suddenly, the bedroom door swung open.
Tu Junhui emerged wearing a dress and a wig, his face completely expressionless.
Two hundred pounds of pudge draped in feminine attire and fake hair was a sight too beautiful to behold.
All three immediately focused their attention on him. After a brief silence, Tu Junhui suddenly struck a pose with flamboyant hands, leaning against the door with a look of bashfulness as he flicked his wig. “Hey, daddies~ come play!”
This kid was beyond saving.
The three stared in disbelief as he continued his performance.
Tu Junhui lifted his skirt slightly, bending his knees and bowing his head, performing an archaic greeting, deliberately raising his voice, “This little lady greets you all, esteemed sirs~”
“I swear I want to strangle him…” Chen Yao grumbled, stepping back two paces, yet the camera in his hand kept rolling. Misery shouldn’t fall on just him; the masses at Bilibili should join in on this disgust fest!
Lin Nan silently stepped back to Chen Yao’s side, feeling that Tu Junhui was really a bit too much to handle.
Isn’t this just self-sabotage at its finest?
Doesn’t he find this revolting?
Xiong Da hastily looked down, using the characters from his mobile game to cleanse his eyes, terrified that a second glance might render him permanently blind.
“What’s wrong? It’s just a dress I’m wearing! Isn’t that what you wanted to see?” Tu Junhui, pleased with their reactions, wiggled his jiggly legs. The white, wobbly thigh meat quivering like waves, he beamed, “So, what do you think? Doesn’t I look pretty?”
Lin Nan immediately covered her eyes with her hands, too scared to look, fearing she would be blinded for life.
But it was too late—she felt like she wouldn’t be able to eat anything tonight.
Chen Yao could only endure the queasiness, keeping the camera trained on Tu Junhui. He wasn’t going to let the blindness be confined to just him.
“Alright, enough already?” Tu Junhui, thoroughly disgusted with himself now, looked down to see his freshly shaved legs. What a tragedy! “I’ve grown leg hair for twenty years, and now it’s all gone!”
“Alright, alright,” Lin Nan covered her eyes and nodded hurriedly, completely abandoning any thoughts of letting Tu Junhui go out or attend class in this getup.
There was no way she could face that embarrassment.
Her face full of despair, she should have guessed this thick-skinned guy would pull something like this.
Clearly aimed at torturing Tu Junhui—how did it turn out that she felt like the one being tortured?
Satisfied, Tu Junhui gave a nod, again striking a flamboyant pose and singing, “I never wanted this~”
“Get out of here!” Chen Yao kicked over, shoving him towards the bedroom. “Go change! Get lost!”
Dodging that kick, Tu Junhui laughed heartily and made his way back into the room, leaving the living room in stunned silence. The three exchanged glances—even Xiong Da’s usually stoic face twitched.
“Edit it and put it online, let him embarrass himself nationwide,” Chen Yao fumed while plotting revenge against Tu Junhui.
Lin Nan took another sip of cola, calming herself, before opening up an online shopping platform, wondering if it was possible to return that wig and dress.
If not, she might as well burn them—it was just too unlucky.
