Because of My Stupidity, I Became a Timid Vampire

Chapter 15 : Please Give Unneeded Money to Those Who Need It

Repay with your body!?

Wouldn't that be the legendary... physical compensation!?

Quickly putting distance between herself and Bei Yaoyue, Xifeng stared nervously at Bei Yaoyue, her small crimson eyes full of wariness.

—So this pervert had ulterior motives from the beginning when approaching her, and now she was finally showing her true colors?

Bei Yaoyue was lusting after her body—how shameless!

"What are you thinking?" Seeing what Xifeng was thinking, Bei Yaoyue rolled her eyes irritably. "I mean work hard and do your job properly."

"Really? I don't believe you." Xifeng's face was full of suspicion. She felt that Bei Yaoyue's previous statement had hidden meaning.

"Repay with your body"—no matter how you interpreted it, it shouldn't mean that, right?

Bei Yaoyue was too lazy to waste more words with her. She threw the bag in her hand toward Xifeng: "Hold this properly and follow me to buy the maid outfit."

Pouting, although dissatisfied in her heart, Xifeng still obediently followed.

The two returned to the previous "Pudding Maid House." As soon as they stepped through the door, two young girls wearing maid outfits simultaneously bowed to them and smiled: "Welcome back, Miss. Is there anything you need?"

"Miss?" Xifeng was slightly stunned. What kind of setup was this?

Seeing Xifeng like Granny Liu entering the Grand View Garden, having never seen the world, Bei Yaoyue explained: "Because these service staff are positioned as maids, male customers are uniformly called Master, and female customers are uniformly called Miss."

"Oh... I see." Xifeng suddenly understood.

Looking around, everything sold in the store was maid-related items: maid outfits, headbands, knee-high socks, sock garters, ribbons...

—Honestly, those things looked quite cute.

Of course, Xifeng hoped these would be worn by others rather than herself.

Bei Yaoyue pointed at Xifeng and said to the maid clerk: "Please make two custom maid outfits for her."

"Yes, Miss. Will these be used for cosplay or daily wear?"

Not wanting to be seen as a pervert and fearing misunderstanding, Xifeng quickly spoke up: "Cosp..."

But Bei Yaoyue directly cut her off: "Daily wear."

"Hey!" Her face flushing with embarrassment, Xifeng couldn't help but feel slightly annoyed. Couldn't she give her a little face?

"The materials for cosplay and daily wear are completely different. If you buy a cosplay outfit to wear at home, it'll fall apart in a few days."

"You're really planning to make me wear this long-term?" Xifeng was shocked by Bei Yaoyue's serious expression.

"Mm." Bei Yaoyue nodded. She had been serious from the beginning, so she didn't quite understand why Xifeng had been holding onto some strange false hope.

After simply measuring Xifeng's shoulder width, waist circumference, and other data, the maid clerk made a welcoming gesture to the two: "This way please, Miss. Let's select the style and design."

"You go. I'll wait here for you."

Leaving Bei Yaoyue with these words, the depressed Xifeng directly plopped down on a nearby sofa and pulled out her phone from her pocket.

Anyway, it was Bei Yaoyue who wanted to buy it for her, not her wanting to buy it. Why should she worry about it unnecessarily?

Using her fingerprint to unlock the screen, Xifeng planned to go to "Bilibili" to browse some videos, but her peripheral vision caught the system icon in the corner, and she somewhat impulsively clicked on it.

"[Status]: Satiety: 52.1% Health: 84.6% Mood: 44.2% Shame: 60.2% Sensitivity: 54.6% Arousal: 3.2%"

Seeing the satiety reading, Xifeng's eyes immediately lit up. Although this system was somewhat confusing and even absurd, the satiety and health attributes were quite useful.

At least she could know when she needed to feed.

"[Affection]:

Affection Level: 23

Xifeng now views Bei Yaoyue as an ordinary friend."

"..."

Xifeng's expression froze, and she almost threw her phone away.

She and Bei Yaoyue had really only known each other for one night, right?

If she remembered correctly, when she first checked last night, the affection level was only 18 points. In just one night, it had somehow jumped up 5 points, completing the leap from stranger to ordinary friend.

This must be some mistake. How could she possibly develop affection for that unreasonable bully who oppressed her at every turn!?

No! I hate her! I hate her!! I hate her!!!

Under this almost brainwashing-like self-hypnosis, her affection for Bei Yaoyue dropped at a visible rate, finally settling at 20.

It seemed this system could be controlled by her to some extent, which improved Xifeng's mood. The situation wasn't as bad as it looked.

Just as she closed the system, He Pingge sent her a message—a picture.

Almost without thinking, Xifeng casually clicked on the thumbnail to enlarge it.

It was a 2D illustration showing two naked young girls embracing tightly, lips touching, their indescribable parts pressed closely together, sharing each other's body warmth.

Startled, Xifeng locked her screen as quickly as possible and carefully looked around to confirm that no one had seen her phone screen before breathing a sigh of relief.

If someone saw her looking at erotic images, she might face social death.

"Why are you suddenly sending me yuri erotica!?" Xifeng replied to He Pingge with a bitter smile.

Because He Pingge was a yuri enthusiast, and the previous Xifeng, being male, wasn't opposed to yuri either, the two had often exchanged yuri erotica or doujinshi.

But while it was fine before, now that she had become a girl, two girls exchanging yuri erotica gave her a subtle, strange feeling.

"My favorite artist updated, so I thought I'd share it with you."

He Pingge was an old otaku, regularly frequenting various 2D websites and forums, naturally including the world's largest illustration site—Pixiv, the legendary P-site.

"Your favorite artist? The one called Hana-something...?"

"花に風 (Hana ni Kaze)."

"Ah right, Hana ni Kaze." Too lazy to switch to Japanese input, Xifeng directly typed the romanization and Chinese characters. "Speaking of which, what does this name mean? It sounds quite poetic."

"Hehe, you wouldn't understand."

Through the text, Xifeng could almost imagine how smug He Pingge's expression was right now.

But not understanding was not understanding—she indeed knew much less about Japanese culture than He Pingge.

"Teacher Coo Coo, please enlighten me."

"This name should come from the Japanese proverb '月に叢雲、花に風' (Tsuki ni Murakumo, Hana ni Kaze).

"Translated to Chinese, it roughly means 'clouds obscure the moon, wind scatters flowers,' meaning that no beautiful thing lasts forever."

"When you put it that way, this name suddenly feels so depressing."

A phrase that sounded so refreshing when read, how could it have such a negative meaning?

"I heard that Teacher Hana ni Kaze went through a difficult low period in life, so having such sentiments is quite normal."

Once the conversation started, it couldn't be stopped. The two had always talked about everything, and their topics were diverse.

They chatted for who knows how long until Bei Yaoyue patted Xifeng's shoulder.

"Time to go." Bei Yaoyue glanced at Xifeng's phone screen. "Who are you chatting with? You're so absorbed."

"My friend."

Quickly replying to He Pingge that she'd talk later, Xifeng snapped her phone screen shut.

"Male or female?" Bei Yaoyue asked almost reflexively.

Xifeng was stunned, then countered: "What's it to you?"

This was managing too much—even interfering with her personal relationships?

"Nothing." Bei Yaoyue turned away, hiding her expression. "Let's go home."

Since it was custom-made, they'd have to come back in a few days to pick it up.

"How many... uh, maid outfits did you order?"

"Two sets, enough for you to alternate wearing. What, not enough? I can go back and order two more."

"I was just asking casually." Xifeng frantically waved her hands, afraid Bei Yaoyue would really turn back and order two more sets. "How much?"

"Not much."

"How much is 'not much'?"

"Two thousand eight hundred."

"..." Xifeng was momentarily speechless. Two thousand eight hundred was called "not much"—was this the world of the strong?

She really felt bad about the money. Although Bei Yaoyue had paid, it was still money!

Three sets of underwear plus two maid outfits had already cost five thousand yuan! Five months of her salary!

Such a waste, truly a spendthrift.

She sighed deeply and said to Bei Yaoyue with a pained heart: "Please give unneeded money to those who need it."