I'm Not Going to Be Bullied By a Girl

Chapter 733: Special Service

Because of my fierce looks, I looked like a villain, and it was impossible for me to become famous with good looks.

Now, I’m afraid acting doesn’t quite suit me either.

Although I’ve had actual roles in film and television productions, but my acting was still too poor when pretending to have a heart attack in order to force the class leader to reveal the contents of the text message. It still wasn’t enough to make the class leader believe that I was really going to die.

But Shu Sha, at this moment, wasn’t in the identity of the “class leader” but in the identity of the “older sister”. Even my poor acting skills made her feel that she has to give me some comfort to make me calm down.

“I don’t want to tell a lie twice.” The class leader said after deliberating her words, “Although I could make up a lie to fool you, but that would stray even further from my principles.”

After I realized that I had overacted, I couldn’t help but curse myself for my stupidity while trying to make some corrections. I tried to make the chest clench action more reserved and tried my best to act like I was suppressing pain, then I deliberately bit my lips in hope of making them change color.

Now, it actually slightly resembled a real heart attack. The class leader’s eyes became even more frightened than just now and she asked in a hurry:

“How are you doing? Did you really trigger a heart attack because you moved too much when trying to fake the attack earlier?”

“Yes… that’s right…” I looked up and said, “Class leader, if you don’t tell me the content of the text message, then you won’t have a chance…”

I bet my eyes still gave away some clues. The class leader has seen what a real heart attack looks like, so she was still skeptical about my current one.

“I can’t tell you the contents of the text message.” The class leader said after a moment of contemplation, “But as compensation, you can ask me for one other request, as long as it’s not bad for your heart condition.”

Just now I wanted to touch the class leader’s thigh, but was politely refused by the class leader with the reason that it was harmful to my heart problems.

I think it would be unlikely to ask the contents of the text message today. I should know when to stop, so I should first let the class leader agree to another request. Anyway, as long as I don’t die, there is still plenty of time later.

“I, I want to sleep on a lap pillow.” I blurted out without much thought.

The class leader froze and only reacted a little later. I wanted to use her thighs as a pillow and have a beautiful sleep. It was an intimate act only between lovers, and in the eyes of some perverts, a benefit that a maid must provide to her master.

“You…” the class leader gave me a bitter look, as if to question why I always keep thinking about her thighs.

But she had already promised me to agree to my request, also it seems offering me a knee pillow service was much less shameful than telling me the contents of the text message.

Also, knee pillows aren’t exactly the same as being allowed to feel the class leader’s thighs, it’s in a more ambiguous category. Relatives can also provide each other with knee pillows, and it indeed can also play a certain role in comfort.

It boils down to wanting me to be in a good mood, right? The class leader bit her lips and actually agreed to my excessive request after thinking it through.

“Okay, okay, I heard that having a kitten or puppy sleep on your lap can indeed lower your heart rate by 20%…”

Hey, hey, class leader, why did you compare me to a kitten or puppy in order to eliminate your embarrassment! Also, I think there are major problems with your excuse. Letting a kitten or puppy sleep on your lap can only lower your own heart rate, how would it benefit my heart?

Regardless, the class leader patted the non-existent dust on her jeans, then disappointingly put her legs together and sat down in a position suitable for me as a pillow.

“Come, come on.”

The class leader whispered to me with great determination.

I was afraid that the class leader would take back her words, so I impatiently shoved my head into the class leader’s arms.

First, I laid on my side to feel the softness and excellent elasticity of Shu Sha’s legs, then I switched to lying on my back as if I was sunbathing on a deck chair in Hawaii.

No wonder literature has always described the woman’s embrace as a “gentle country”. I really didn’t want to move after I laid down on the class leader’s lap.

The distance was so close that I could even see the stitching of every button on the class leader’s shirt. I began to become dazzled and stunned as I smelled the unique fragrance of a young girl.

As soon as my head came in contact, the class leader’s body jumped slightly, but she soon stabilized herself and acted as a lap pillow dutifully.

She probably persuaded herself that it was similar to comforting relatives, and that I had a heart condition, so she was only taking care of a patient and nothing more.

Initially, she didn’t even know where to put her hands, but they were now naturally stroking my hair as if I was a kitten or a puppy in need of soothing.

I don’t care if you think I’m a cat or a dog, I’m already sleeping on your lap anyway.

I was lying on my back, so I couldn’t help but look straight up. From this angle, I had to look over the class leader’s breasts to see what kind of expression she had now.

The class leader seemed to be aware that I was staring straight at her breasts, but because of the posture between us, unless I close my eyes, there was a beautiful view of the mountains right in front of me.

The class leader made a resigned sigh as she continued to stroke my hair.

“You’ve got big boobs, class leader.”

I almost said those words, but then I thought that people should be satisfied with what they have. It was hard for me to get a lap pillow in the first place, but if I get chased away because of my irresponsible remarks, then it wouldn’t be worth it.

Because to a certain extent, since she was using her body to “serve” me, and I was staring straight at the chest, the class leader tried to think of me as a small animal to no avail. Her cheeks turned red hot and she regretted her moment of weakness and letting me lie down, but now she can’t really want to chase me away.

“Don’t look at me.” The class leader finally couldn’t resist making a small request, “Can you close your eyes?”

I gladly agreed and closed my eyes, but instead of becoming quiet, I used my nose and sniffed at the class leader.

“Wh- what are you sniffing?” The class leader’s tone rose sharply, and her legs began to shift slightly, “I don’t have any smell on me, it’s just the smell of shampoo.”

Hmph, stop lying. I heard that there was a high-class tea who only hires virgins as tea pickers, so that it would be further processed onced pick and then put in their arms to absorb their body’s fragrance. If this indescribable fragrance is just shampoo, then why don’t they use shampoo to make high-class tea.

I suddenly realized: our Chinese ancestors aren’t any less perverted than the Japanese! Isn’t this type of tea essentially a variant of nyotaimori? However, it does seem more elegant and not as vulgar.

So this is the essence of China’s thousands of years of civilization. All those scholars are actually just educated perverts! So what I’ve enjoyed today in the class leader’s lap pillow has already been enjoyed by them a long time ago…

I didn’t realize it, but I completely relaxed and fell asleep in the class leader’s lap.

I slept so peacefully, so unguarded, as if I had really become a pet, completely trusting the class leader’s guardianship.

I don’t know how long had passed, but I woke up to the sound of a cell phone vibrating. I found that the class leader was still in the same position as before I fell asleep. She was a bit distressed as to whether she should wake me up or not, and whether she should take out her cell phone from her pocket.

I felt that I went a bit overboard. My head was much heavier than a small animal, but I’ve left it on the class leader’s lap for so long and she couldn’t move because she was afraid to wake me up. I essentially gave the class leader a punishment, and now she was even afraid to check her text messages.

I sleepily sat up from the class leader’s lap, then scratched the back of my head and said to her, “Take a look at who’s texting, how long have I been asleep?”

“Only half an hour.” The class leader said after looking at the alarm clock on her desk and pulled out her phone to look at the text message.

“It’s… it’s an apology text from Zhuang Ni…” The class leader flipped the phone over so I could see what was on the screen.

Zhuang Ni used a total of six text messages to sincerely admit her mistake to the class leader. Although she didn’t say anything good about me, she basically admitted that the main reason for the prior incident occurred because of her and what she described was basically in line with the truth.

At the end of the apology text message, Zhuang Ni said she helped Gong CaiCai finish most of the finishing touches on the cooking and asked the class leader if she wanted to go out and have lunch with them now.

“Are you still mad at Zhuang Ni?” The class leader asked for my opinion with a little hesitation, “If she will make you uncomfortable… I can tell her to leave first.”

I know that would be very difficult for the class leader. She has always been reluctant to go to the extremes with her classmates, and Zhuang Ni was a guest who even brought a gift. Also, she even helped Gong CaiCai prepare lunch for the first time. If you kick her out without even letting her have lunch, it would be a bit bad.

But the class leader kept looking me in the eyes as she spoke. I guess as long as I insisted to expel Zhuang Ni, the class leader would play the villain for me, since it was my heart condition that needed more care.

I think I didn’t need to be so petty as a man, anyway it was already a blessing in disguise for me. I was already able to enjoy a lap pillow, who knows what benefits I can enjoy in the future.

“Since Zhuang Ni helped to make lunch, it’s fine to let her stay for lunch.” I said as if I was a half-owner and overstepped my bounds, “As long as she doesn’t mention anything else that would make me angry.”

“I’ll absolutely warn her.” The class leader nodded, “If she can’t do that, I’ll be the first to throw her out of the house.”