Because of My Stupidity, I Became a Timid Vampire

Chapter 203 : Lipstick Mark

Before leaving, Xifeng couldn't help but lean close to Bei Yaoyue's ear and whisper in a voice only the two of them could hear: "Should we buy one of her doujinshi... art books to take back? I think her art is actually pretty good."

After all, Xifeng was an lsp now. After becoming a girl, her resistance to yuri was getting weaker and weaker. Now that she had rarely encountered R18 yuri art books being secretly sold at a domestic convention, her heart inevitably felt a bit itchy, wanting to buy one back for her collection.

Hearing Xifeng's words, Bei Yaoyue immediately raised an eyebrow. Why did these words sound so strange to her?

Perhaps because of her extensive exposure to doujinshi, a bizarre scene instantly appeared in Bei Yaoyue's mind—a corrupted girl leaning close to the victim's ear, pointing at the blonde guy nearby, saying in an extremely seductive voice: "He's much bigger than you."

The déjà vu was so intense that Bei Yaoyue couldn't drive this scene from her mind for a moment. She then glanced at Xifeng with a strange expression and said in a voice tinged with jealousy: "If you want to see them, I'll draw three books a week for you when we get back, until you're sick of looking at them."

After speaking, Bei Yaoyue strode away from Poisoned Girl's booth without looking back, with the feeling of leaving in a huff.

"No need, no need, I was just joking." Sensing Bei Yaoyue's psychological change, Xifeng quickly laughed awkwardly to end this topic and hurried to catch up with the departing Bei Yaoyue.

Bai He scratched her head and silently followed behind the two.

Thinking it over carefully, Xifeng felt her words had indeed been inconsiderate. After all, her remarks were equivalent to belittling Bei Yaoyue's strengths—no one would feel comfortable about that. So Xifeng rolled her eyes and immediately began praising Bei Yaoyue. She reached out to link arms with Bei Yaoyue, grinned, and said: "Although her art is pretty good, compared to you it's still far behind."

Bei Yaoyue was silent for a while, then asked quietly: "How far behind?"

"......"

This question immediately left Xifeng speechless. She didn't understand art, and had never heard any of the technical terminology in this field. How could she express the meaning that the two people's artistic skills were "very far apart"?

After thinking for a long time, Xifeng didn't know what to say. She turned red with anxiety and finally managed to squeeze out: "Bei Yaoyue, eternal goddess."

"Continue, I love hearing this." Bei Yaoyue comfortably squinted her eyes.

"Bei Yaoyue, my superman."

"Continue."

"......"

This time Xifeng was completely stumped. She only knew so many words—she could manage one or two sentences of praise, but how could she keep going indefinitely?

"Why did you stop?" Bei Yaoyue suddenly frowned. "Were all those previous words lies to deceive me?"

When it rains, it pours. Bei Yaoyue's unreasonable words gave Xifeng an even bigger headache. Just as she was thinking about how to calm Bei Yaoyue down, a voice from nearby interrupted her thoughts.

"Excuse me, young ladies, could I take a photo?"

Xifeng turned toward the source of the voice and saw a otaku who looked to be at least 200 pounds heavy, holding a DSLR camera and looking excitedly at the three of them. The lens attached to the front of the camera was as thick as a fist and obviously quite expensive.

Since convention entry had already begun, visitors were gradually entering the exhibition hall.

After observing Bei Yaoyue's expression and finding she didn't show any obvious aversion, Xifeng answered with an uncertain tone: "I suppose... that's fine."

At conventions, it was perfectly normal for cosers to be asked for photos, and ordinary cosers wouldn't refuse either. Some cosers who came specifically for photoshoots would even bring special props and pose specifically for photos.

"Thank you!" The otaku grinned, his facial fat jiggling twice. He raised the camera to his eyes, adjusted it, then said: "Could you strike a pose? Any pose is fine."

This request put Xifeng in a difficult position. She had never been asked to pose for photos before and had no idea what poses to strike for photos. Just as she was awkwardly scratching her head in confusion, a pale hand suddenly reached over, forcefully gripping her chin and turning her head around with irresistible force.

Her vision was forced to move with her head's rotation, and what came into view was Bei Yaoyue's pretty face, so close it was almost touching hers. She was looking up while Bei Yaoyue was looking down—just one more step forward and their noses would touch. Instantly, a rosy cloud quietly crept up her cheeks, making her already incredibly cute appearance even more delectable.

Bai He, watching the two interact, felt she was somewhat superfluous and couldn't help feeling dejected. She then quietly moved in the opposite direction, silently stepping outside the camera's range.

"Oh oh oh! This is good, this is good!!" The scene of beautiful girls being intimate made the otaku even more excited. "Hold this pose, don't move. 1, 2, 3... good! Wait, let me change angles for two more shots... 1, 2, 3... good! Perfect!"

After satisfactorily browsing through the two photos he had just captured, the otaku showed a completely satisfied smile. He waved at the three: "Thank you, goodbye."

After the otaku left, Xifeng pushed Bei Yaoyue away and pouted with a red face: "What are you doing? This is a public place—could you not be so yuri-ish? It would look so bad if others saw."

After speaking, Xifeng secretly glanced with the corner of her eye at Bai He, who was pretending she hadn't seen anything.

"What are you talking about?" Bei Yaoyue gave Xifeng a hard flick on the forehead, using so much force that the extremely pain-sensitive girl let out a loud cry of pain. "Hasn't our relationship been public for a long time? What are you still worried about?"

Bei Yaoyue's words made Xifeng's heart skip a beat—yes, their relationship was already public. Wasn't the point so they wouldn't have to hide and sneak around anymore? So what was she avoiding now?

"Smooch."

Just as Xifeng was deep in thought, Bei Yaoyue quietly approached her, extending her lips painted with peach-colored lipstick, and gently kissed her right cheek, even making a somewhat embarrassing sound.

Xifeng was caught off guard and didn't dodge, allowing Bei Yaoyue to successfully ambush her.

But this time, Xifeng didn't react as intensely as before. Instead, she lowered her head with a red face, silently accepting Bei Yaoyue's public display of affection.

This feeling... wasn't bad at all, was it?

"Alright, let's go." Bei Yaoyue said with a smile.

The three wandered aimlessly, but Xifeng suddenly discovered that for some reason, her head-turning rate began to skyrocket along the way, and countless people were even pointing at her.

"Is there something strange on my face?" Xifeng turned back to ask Bai He, puzzled.

"...There is." Bai He smiled awkwardly. "A lipstick mark."