Ling Ning crouched in the corner, her face filled with shock. Just now, she—a full-grown man (?)—had been toyed with by a re girl. This was nothing less than an utter disgrace, a humiliation beyond words! Did girls really enjoy groping other girls' chests that much? Ling Ning simply couldn't understand it.
"This one should fit."
Chu ngyao ca out of the pile of clothes holding a maid outfit. It looked quite similar to theirs—a classic black-and-white maid uniform.
"Um... could you maybe leave for a mont?"
Being watched by another girl while changing, Ling Ning couldn't help but feel embarrassed, even though she was technically a girl herself now.
"Are you seriously blushing right now? That's just too adorable. Alright, I'll leave. Once you're dressed, co find at the counter, and I'll go over the job details with you."
After Chu ngyao left, Ling Ning let out a sigh of relief and took a good look at the maid outfit. Of course, it was a dress. A maid dress, at that!
Wearing won’s clothing... Back in her previous life, whenever she wrote novels, a group of weirdos among her readers would always ask her to wear dresses and post pictures in them. But as a man, how could she possibly do sothing so compromising, even if it were for the sake of sales... For sales... Ahem!
In any case, she’d never worn them, never! Believe it or not, she believed it herself.
The maid outfit also ca with a pair of thigh-high socks, but Ling Ning had forgotten how to put them on—cough, I an, she didn't know how to put them on properly. It almost felt like she was revealing sothing about herself.
Just then, a pretty girl with dyed ash-brown hair suddenly walked in. She seed a bit surprised to see Ling Ning, but then went about her business, changing her clothes. Judging by the maid outfit she was wearing, she also worked here.
"Girls nowadays dress so maturely," Ling Ning thought, watching the beautiful girl change. She looked down at her own plain white panties, which had a little bear printed on them—how childish. Ling Ning couldn’t help but wonder if she should change her style, especially since even her daughter dressed more maturely than she did.
After watching the girl put on her clothes, Ling Ning finally rembered how to wear the thigh-high socks. It was sothing about starting with the thumbs, folding them down from the thigh to the toes, and then slowly pulling them up from the foot. Yeah, that seed about right. Since staring at others was impolite, Ling Ning only caught a general idea, but it was enough.
Ling Ning took off her plain, almost rural-looking clothes, then skillfully put on the maid outfit. She recalled the beautiful girl's thod for wearing thigh-high socks and put them on. Thankfully, the shoes weren't heels—otherwise, she might have wanted to die.
Seeing her reflection in the dressing mirror, Ling Ning couldn’t shake the feeling that she’d once again lowered her standards. But in pursuit of a better life for the future, all of this didn’t matter.
When she stepped outside, she suddenly realized sothing was off. Why was her skirt so short? It was so short that any wrong move could end up as a "fan service" mont.
Seeing Ling Ning glare at her, Chu ngyao awkwardly laughed and said, "Well, this was the only one that fits your figure. Just be careful, and it'll be fine."
"Can't we swap?"
"No, no, no, mine wouldn't fit you. Even if you managed to put it on, your chest would feel too tight." As she said this, an inexplicable sadness crept into Chu ngyao's voice.
After so casual chit-chat, Chu ngyao began to give Ling Ning a detailed introduction to the café's rules, working hours, duties, and so on. In short, the job was about finding ways to get custors to order more, chatting with them, playing gas sotis, and occasionally taking photos.
Ling Ning noticed that, including herself, there were only five maids working there. She couldn't help but ask, "There are just the five of us—is that really enough to handle things?"
"Yes, the café is pretty small, and five people are enough most of the ti." At this point, Chu ngyao seed to recall sothing and added, "You know the old, historic all-girls school nearby? St. Freya Academy. Most of our custors are students from there."
Hearing the na "St. Freya," Ling Ning felt a strange sense of déjà vu. Images popped into her head of a white-haired pervert constantly yearning for her senpai’s... juice, and then sothing about garbage houses, resonance, and so guy nad Dawei.
"Most of the girls from St. Freya co here as if it's just a regular café. So most of the ti, we're just serving drinks. Only during holidays do we get custors from elsewhere. Overall, it's pretty relaxed," Chu ngyao explained.
"Oh~"
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"Oh man, I’m exhausted."
It was Ling Ning's first ti experiencing just how tiring working a part-ti job could be. In her previous life, she had never worked due to her comfortable living conditions. Luckily, she had the original "Ling Ning's" muscle mory, which saved her from making a fool of herself.
Still, she hadn't had a single chance to drink water since noon, let alone have lunch. She was just glad she'd shalessly managed to snack on so food while playing gas with custors; otherwise, she might've fainted.
While working, Ling Ning also took the opportunity to learn a bit about her fellow maids. For example, the twin-tailed beauty currently brewing tea was Zhou Xiaoxiao, a second-year student at St. Freya Academy’s high school division. Judging by her deanor, her family seed quite well-off. She was working here just as a personal interest.
Then there was the timid, soft-spoken girl nad Xia You, who was responsible for the café's cooking. She was usually shy and even stuttered when speaking, but her cooking was excellent.
And finally, there was the beautiful girl with ash-brown dyed hair and mature lingerie—Ye Xuan. Ling Ning noticed she often wore an aloof expression, and even when dealing with custors, her deanor remained cold and distant. Yet many custors seed to enjoy that type of atmosphere.
"Take a break. There aren't many custors right now, so we can finally have lunch." Chu ngyao ca over and spoke to Ling Ning.
"Lunch?" Ling Ning was a bit surprised, considering noon had passed ages ago. It was already afternoon. She'd assud lunch was simply out of the question by now.
"Yeah, sotis when it's busy, things end up like this—like today. But it doesn’t happen often. Usually, we at least take turns for lunch breaks," Chu ngyao explained.
"Oh." Ling Ning nodded, deep in thought.
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