Chapter 29: Bag

Chapter 29 The Bag

—I'd gobble up this cat-eared maid in one gulp!

—OMG, are those legs for real? How can they be so long? I’m literally drooling!

—His long legs make the skirt look super short, and his waist is cinched so small and narrow.

—Brother Huo and the others were truly wronged by Xiao Yuan’s cold shoulder before... I wouldn’t even dare squeeze that slender waist too hard.

—With such a thin stomach, you can probably see the shape easily, right? [Shy]

—Am I the only one curious about how Yuan can even do latte art? And he’s so skilled! He’s also giving customers full emotional support the whole time, really knows how to charm fans... I don’t even follow celebrities, but this makes my heart flutter.

—We Yuan fans are just so blessed. [Smug]

Pei Yanbing stood outside the glass wall, watching for a long time.

He saw Yuan Shiyuan, who was supposed to be napping in the suite, now in this café, wearing a skirt and cat ears, holding a tray, diligently taking orders and serving coffee for customers.

Facing any customer request, Yuan Shiyuan would cooperatively agree, like a little butler who never says no.

—Xiao Yuan is so obedient, he lets customers touch whatever they want.

—Xiao Yuan, will you agree to any customer request, no matter how rude?

—When did Captain get here? You startled me.

—Damn, Captain, what kind of peeping angle is this? Feels like you’re about to lick Xiao Yuan through the glass any second (.).

—No no no! Don’t lick my wife. I just licked him yesterday, he can’t take it [sobbing]!

—LS, keep dreaming.

—Captain: You wouldn’t want others to know you’re here wearing a little skirt selling coffee, right?

—Pei really has self-control, just watching for now. If it were me, I’d snatch Xiao Yuan away and go bang bang bang. [Grin]

—No helping it, part of the Captain was personally disabled by Xiao Yuan. The Captain has the desire but not the ability now, seems tough but actually can’t get hard. [Laugh]

Yuan Shiyuan didn’t notice Pei Yanbing at the door at all. He had so many customers he couldn’t keep up, and many specifically requested his coffee art.

For the tips and commissions, he was grinding hard.

Song Mian alone ordered ten drinks back and forth.

To avoid waste, each time he came, he’d order one coffee, touch Yuan Shiyuan’s cat ears, then give the drink to the staff, before returning to the café to repeat several times.

What made Song Mian most dissatisfied was that every time he tried to tip Yuan Shiyuan, the production team stopped him.

Just as he was about to pull out a stack of tips, the director’s voice came through his earpiece: “Can’t give that much! There’s a limit per tip, max 500 each time!”

“And you’ve already given tips many times, this is the last chance to tip; after this, you can only order.”

Song Mian said with grievance, “But, but…”

He turned and saw those pale legs across from him, the tail swaying behind. He wiped non-existent drool, “But I want to give it all to Brother Shi Yuan!”

“Brother Shi Yuan works so hard, even his tail is tired!” He clenched his fist, “What’s wrong with me giving Brother Shi Yuan a little more tip?!”

The production team still refused.

Though angry, Song Mian was honest and obedient, reluctantly giving Yuan Shiyuan 500 credits.

“Brother Shi Yuan, wait for me, I’ll call my friend over to order later and tip you again.” Song Mian worried Yuan Shiyuan wouldn’t earn enough, but also felt conflicted, “But if you’re too busy, won’t it be too much for you…”

“Hard?”

Yuan Shiyuan crouched down, his tail drooping to the ground. He looked at the Omega sitting before him, tilting his head up with a smile, “But I don’t think it’s hard. Making coffee for you, getting to see you makes me happy.”

Song Mian’s face froze, his eyes slowly widening.

Not just Song Mian, the viewers watching live and the production team before the cameras were also stunned.

The pink-haired Alpha crouched on the ground, looking up with a dazzlingly beautiful face, expression serious and gentle, beautiful like a moving painting.

Yuan Shiyuan didn’t deliberately say ingratiating or flattering words, but his simple, natural speech had the power to strike straight to the heart.

Before, the production team thought these staff members lacked self-control.

But seeing this scene, if they put themselves in Song Mian’s place, they probably couldn’t stay rational either.

They also understood why Yuan Shiyuan was the shop’s top seller, and why so many customers requested him. This was just a “game,” yet he could fascinate them like this—if it were reality, it’d likely be even more exaggerated.

Maybe many would pay high prices just to drink a beverage he prepared personally, seizing the chance to exchange a few more words with him. Or spend lavishly to show off before him, just to earn a bit more of his attention…

Yuan Shiyuan walked Song Mian to the door, smiling and waving goodbye.

Having served a group of customers, he roughly guessed these clients were arranged by the production team, and “tips” were limited, not freely given.

Seems the max was only 500 credits.

Yuan Shiyuan noticed whenever they tried to tip over 500 credits, they’d pause, as if someone stopped them. But ultimately, they still gave tips exceeding 500 credits.

Some more honest customers gave exactly 500.

This was part of the production team’s plan to prevent tip income from being too high, allowing them to pay off debts too early. The part-time wages on the cruise were also structured—the more entertaining, noteworthy, and skilled the job, the higher the pay and commissions.

But maybe the production team didn’t expect his money-making ability to be this strong?

When the glass door pushed open, the wind chimes at the entrance jingled.

Yuan Shiyuan held the menu, quickly entering work mode. He turned with a slight smile, “Welcome.”

His pupils slowly dilated, “Captain?”

Why was Pei Yanbing here?

Wait, how did Pei Yanbing know he was here?

Since it was Pei Yanbing, Yuan Shiyuan didn’t react too strongly—as long as it wasn’t Bo Jin.

Bo Jin was a hardcore straight Alpha; if Bo Jin saw him here being a little butler selling coffee, he’d definitely get an earful. He still remembered last time Bo Jin caught him reading fanfiction and flew into a rage.

“Are you off work?”

Yuan Shiyuan stepped forward, the fluffy cat ears bouncing up and down, “What are you here for?”

Pei Yanbing glanced at his ears, saying, “I came for coffee.”

"?"

"??"

Yuan Shiyuan held the menu, said in disbelief, "You came here to drink coffee?!"

The coffee here is so expensive—Pei Yanbing came here to drink coffee? They haven't even paid off their debts!

Yuan Shiyuan initially thought Pei Yanbing was just doing a bit for the cameras, but to his surprise, Pei Yanbing actually chose a seat and sat down, picking up the menu.

"Why aren't you asking me what I want to drink?"

Pei Yanbing remembered that every time a customer came in, Yuan Shiyuan would warmly step forward to greet them, bending down to offer the menu with a smile, asking what they'd like to drink.

Why wasn't Yuan asking him?

"We're up to our ears in debt, and you're here drinking coffee?!"

—Exactly! Our Xiao Yuan is working so hard, getting his ears and tail touched, and you, Captain, are here splurging! [eyeroll]

—Why does it feel like Yuan is like a wife who's forced to wear a skirt and work in a café to support the family, only to get caught red-handed by her husband (.

Yuan Shiyuan yanked Pei Yanbing up from his seat.

Pei Yanbing looked down at Yuan, his pink hair topped with a fluffy cat ear headband, the black fur with pink showing through.

Perhaps from being so busy, Yuan Shiyuan’s cheeks were flushed pink, the cuffs of his sleeves stained with milk foam and coffee, and even the white stockings on his legs had a run in them, the tear revealing a glimpse of pinkish skin.

Pei Yanbing looked away.

Pei Yanbing wasn’t one to indulge like that—why would he make a special trip just for coffee?

Yuan Shiyuan asked, "You didn't come to drag me back, did you?"

"No," Pei Yanbing insisted, "I just want to drink coffee."

He added, "I’ve earned some money, I can afford it. I won’t skip out on the bill."

Is this really about whether he can pay or not?

If it were anyone else, like Ying Mingche, saying something like this, Yuan Shiyuan would think they actually had a craving. But Pei Yanbing isn’t the type to indulge like that, is he?

Yuan Shiyuan didn’t press further. He said, "Captain, just suck it up and don’t drink here. A cup is crazy expensive!"

The cheapest drink costs 500 starcoins—enough to cover half a day’s rent for them.

"But if you buy a drink, you get a commission."

"What’s wrong with you, Captain? I have to call you out now—how come as soon as you make a little money, you start splurging?"

Yuan Shiyuan grumbled, "You may have earned money now, but the money you spend is basically my money, isn’t it? The commission still has to be shared with the shop... You might as well just give it to me directly."

"Okay." Pei Yanbing directly handed over the starcoins he had just earned to Yuan Shiyuan.

Yuan Shiyuan didn’t hesitate—he swiftly took the money. Pei Yanbing was such a spendthrift Alpha, coming to a pricey place like a maid café the moment he earned some money. For the sake of the team, it was better for Yuan Shiyuan to hold onto the starcoins.

He counted the money and was shocked: "How did you earn over 3,000 starcoins in such a short time?"

"I took a lot of violin requests," Pei Yanbing said.

Every time a restaurant customer requested a violin piece, it cost 200 starcoins, and he got half as commission. Though it didn’t pay as well as Yuan Shiyuan’s coffee sales, it was still quite good.

But Yuan Shiyuan got another idea—if he wore a skirt while playing the violin, would his commission be higher?

He stopped himself.

For now, working at the café was quite good. The customers were friendly, the work was easy, and he just had to let them touch his ears and tail to get tips—it was right in his comfort zone.

He shouldn’t get greedy.

"I’ll take the money, Captain. You should go back and keep playing the violin," Yuan Shiyuan urged.

Pei Yanbing stayed put, but his gaze subtly drifted back.

Yuan Shiyuan: "?"

He also turned to look at his own tail.

Even someone as straightforward and oblivious as Yuan Shiyuan could pick up on something strange.

Pei Yanbing, with his usual stone face, rarely showed any change in emotion, and it was even rarer for something to catch his attention. But now, he kept glancing in the same direction—toward Yuan Shiyuan’s tail and cat ears.

Yuan Shiyuan caught on immediately.

Pei Yanbing wanted to touch them too.

Yuan Shiyuan finally breathed easier. He had thought Pei Yanbing was actually that eager, but it turned out he just wanted to touch him.

What’s the big deal? Why didn’t Pei Yanbing just say so? Beating around the bush like that almost made him miss what he meant.

Yuan Shiyuan completely understood Pei Yanbing—humans can't resist fluffy things. When he first put on this outfit and the cat ears, he couldn’t help but give them a feel himself a few times.

Anyway, since he was already wearing them and letting customers touch them, one more person—Pei Yanbing—wouldn’t make a difference. But while customers had to pay, a good brother was different—it was free.

Yuan Shiyuan told the manager and then pulled Pei Yanbing along out of the café.

They went to a small corner.

Near the corner was a small room, like a storage area. Aside from them, there was no one else around.

"Are there any cameras here?" Yuan Shiyuan peered around.

"No," Pei Yanbing scanned the area and said, "Only the one on the display piece up front."

Yuan Shiyuan followed his gaze to a large decorative item quite far away. Even if it could capture their location, it would only get a vague outline from a distance.

But it could still capture something.

Yuan Shiyuan had initially thought about letting Pei Yanbing touch him right there, in broad daylight and in front of the camera, but on second thought, he thought better of it.

For the sake of Pei Yanbing’s image and persona, Yuan Shiyuan gave a thoughtful tug at Pei Yanbing’s sleeve and then entered the nearby storeroom.

Seeing Pei Yanbing standing still, he waved his hand, signaling with his eyes: "Come in, quick."

—Holy shit, I’m freaking out! Xiao Yuan actually invited me in!

—Yuan... you’re such a naughty Yuan, it’s still daytime, are you forcing me to use one hand to hold my phone? [Furious]

—Okay, thanks, Xiao Yuan, I’m coming in. [hehe]

"Wait, hold up? I remember that spot is the storage room, so there's no surveillance camera installed. The sounds we're hearing right now are very faint. Which means, once they go inside, we won't be able to see or hear anything at all??!"

"What on earth are you two planning to do, sneaking around?!"

Pei Yanbing entered.

Although the storage room was cluttered with junk, it was regularly cleaned and pretty clean.

Yuan Shiyuan scooted further in to make space for Pei Yanbing to enter. Then he turned around and locked eyes with Pei Yanbing.

He spun around in front of Pei Yanbing and asked, "How is it?"

At such close proximity, Pei Yanbing could see even more clearly. The black-and-white maid outfit on Yuan Shiyuan made his legs appear long due to the somewhat short skirt, also revealing a bit of the white stockings with a run.

Since he was an Alpha, the dress was still a bit tight on Yuan Shiyuan. The fabric clung closely to his waist, showing off his slim waist.

Pei Yanbing said, "Looks good."

"And?"

"Really good."

Yuan Shiyuan was done.

He said, "The dress is indeed quite nice, and these accessories... they come as a set."

Pei Yanbing didn't say anything.

He meant that Yuan Shiyuan looked good, not the accessories.

"And, Captain, the feel of these stockings feels really strange."

Before Pei Yanbing could react, his hand was grabbed by Yuan Shiyuan. "Feel it."

Pei Yanbing's eyes went wide.

"The texture is strange, right? When I touched it earlier, I felt the same. I didn’t expect the feel of legs in white stockings to be like this." Yuan Shiyuan found it hard to describe the sensation, so he put it in simple terms: "Slick but kinda rough. But it feels very comfortable."

"Captain, what do you think?"

Pei Yanbing's throat moved, but he said nothing.

Yuan Shiyuan urged him, pressing Pei Yanbing's hand down again: "Don’t you think so? Well, you’re not moving your hand, so of course you can’t feel the texture. Move your hand, touch the stockings, and you’ll feel it."

The warmth of the skin seeped through the stockings, spreading to Pei Yanbing's palm. He felt the smoothness warmed by body heat, along with the unique texture of the white stockings.

His skin hunger began to stir again. Pei Yanbing's breathing grew erratic. He tried to pull his hand back, but Yuan Shiyuan pressed it down again. His fingertips accidentally slipped into the edge of a snag in the stockings, and the loose threads caught on his fingers.

Though he wanted to pull away, he inadvertently slid further, pressing against the softest part of the skin beneath the stockings.

The leg under the stockings twitched slightly as if startled. Yuan Shiyuan glanced down, thinking the whole thing looked kinda weird. He forced Pei Yanbing's hand onto the stockings, their overlapping hands positioned under the skirt, making it puff out.

"Captain?" Yuan Shiyuan only then noticed that Pei Yanbing hadn’t spoken for a while.

"Mm." Pei Yanbing's voice came out rough. "You’re right."

"It feels very comfortable."

Yuan Shiyuan felt like he’d found someone who gets it: "Right? The texture is amazing. I’ve even gotten addicted to touching it myself."

It was precisely because he found it so pleasurable that he wanted to share the experience with Pei Yanbing, figuring he'd share good things.

"But Captain, there’s actually something even more fun." After touching the stockings, Yuan Shiyuan pulled Pei Yanbing's hand out and placed it on the tail.

"Give it a rub."

"..."

"Use a bit more force, Captain."

Pei Yanbing had to obediently increase the pressure.

"Not like that..." Yuan Shiyuan was getting frustrated. "Captain, can you even do this?"

He had no other option but to rise on his tiptoes, lining up the tail with Pei Yanbing's hand as if sitting on it.

Pei Yanbing instinctively gave it a squeeze.

At that moment, the tail emitted a faint, muffled jingle, like a small bell.

"Listen, the tail makes a sound! But only when you really wiggle your butt or give it a good squeeze does it ring like a bell." This was something Yuan Shiyuan had discovered by accident.

Besides the fluffy texture of the tail, Pei Yanbing could clearly feel the softness beneath the skirt.

"You..." he said quietly, "You called me here just to let me touch your tail?"

"Wasn’t it you who wanted to touch it?" Yuan Shiyuan retorted. "Otherwise, why did you come to order coffee?"

Pei Yanbing fell silent but did not deny it.

Whether it was the texture of the stockings or the tail, he... liked it very much.

The cat ears were harder to manage, so Yuan Shiyuan decided not to let Pei Yanbing touch them. Seeing that it was about time and assuming Pei Yanbing had gotten what he wanted, he leaned against the wall and slowly stood up, pulling away from Pei Yanbing's hand.

"Well, Captain, I should get back to work now. You should go practice your violin."

Yuan Shiyuan smoothed his skirt and was about to push open the storage room door when his arm was suddenly grabbed with force. In the next moment, Pei Yanbing pulled him back and pushed him up against the wall.

In the cramped space, they were very close, almost shoulder to shoulder, their noses nearly touching.

"Hmm?" Yuan Shiyuan looked up, blinking in confusion, making a questioning noise.

Pei Yanbing reached out to support the back of Yuan Shiyuan's head, preventing it from hitting the wall. His palm slid into his pink hair and settled, holding onto Yuan Shiyuan's neck.

His fingers tightened slightly as he held Yuan Shiyuan by the neck and whispered, "Someone’s here."

They could hear footsteps and voices getting closer outside the door, as if people were chatting.

There were no cameras here, so they didn't have to worry.

"Yuan Shiyuan is really hot..." someone said, sounding surprised. "No way he's really an Alpha?"

"I finally understand why he has so many Alpha fans. Looking like that, who wouldn’t be into him?"

"His legs are so long..."

"..."

Yuan Shiyuan didn't react. He was used to such people talking behind his back. Ever since he was a kid, the attention he got had always been intense, not to mention the stuff people say when no one's listening.

He barely reacted. Besides, the other person hadn't said anything too outrageous.

Pei Yanbing's expression, however, gradually darkened.

The scene he had witnessed outside the glass wall earlier wasn't just for him to see. Many more people would see it on the show later, including Yuan Shiyuan's Alpha fans.

Would they replay that segment over and over? Would they fantasize about Yuan Shiyuan again and again in their minds?

The thought made the air around Pei Yanbing grow even colder, until a warm touch at his waist interrupted his thoughts.

Yuan Shiyuan placed a hand on his waist and gently shook his head, as if to soothe him.

The difference in height and build meant Pei Yanbing had to look down to meet Yuan Shiyuan's gaze. Staring at Yuan Shiyuan's face, he slowly leaned in, enveloping Yuan Shiyuan completely in his arms, and lowered his head to inhale the scent lingering in the pink hair.

Soon, Yuan Shiyuan moved.

The storage room was getting warm. He slowly tilted his head back, his eyes damp. "Captain, I think they're gone."

Still, he looked slightly puzzled... They hadn't done anything wrong, so why were they hiding from these people?

They could've just walked right out.

"Yeah." Pei Yanbing still didn't let go. He said, "Your skirt is short."

He added, "Too short."

"Ah, is it?" Yuan Shiyuan looked down and tugged at the hem of his skirt. "Then did you see that I'm not wearing shorts?"

"You're not wearing any?"

"Yeah, it's cooler this way."

"..."

"You don't believe me?"

Yuan Shiyuan raised an eyebrow. "Then why don't you kneel down and take a look?"

After a moment's hesitation, Pei Yanbing knelt down.

On one knee, he looked up and could see the torn white stockings. Delicate, pale fingers pinched the skirt hem in front of his eyes, and as it was slowly lifted, the curled edge of the skirt brushed against his face, carrying Yuan Shiyuan's body warmth and fragrance.

Pei Yanbing's breath hitched.

After a long internal struggle, he slowly raised his eyes and saw... a pair of boxer shorts.

The hem of the shorts hugged the thighs, leaving red marks and squeezing out a soft, fleshy appearance.

Yuan Shiyuan laughed so hard his shoulders shook, then he let out his laughter without restraint.

Pei Yanbing said, "You are wearing them."

"Yeah." Yuan Shiyuan laughed until the corners of his eyes grew moist. Seeing Pei Yanbing's strange expression, he wondered if his joke had gone too far. So he patted Pei Yanbing's shoulder and said, "Alright, Captain, just kidding this time."

"Next time, I won't show you."

"..." Pei Yanbing said, "You're really generous."

Yuan Shiyuan looked indifferent. "What's the big deal letting a bro see?"

Yuan Shiyuan was just talking big—he had no intention of giving Pei Yanbing a chance to compare his "little pink stick."

They had been away from their posts for too long, and the boss was starting to hurry them. Before leaving, Yuan Shiyuan called out to Pei Yanbing, "Wait, Captain, can you hold onto this for me?"

Yuan Shiyuan coughed and, under Pei Yanbing's gaze, pulled out... a pair of black garter stockings.

"You wore these?"

"Yeah, I had them on for a bit before taking them off." Yuan Shiyuan said, "I don't feel comfortable keeping them with me."

"They're too indecent."

"Would it be less indecent if you kept them?"

"If they're discovered, it'll be you who's embarrassed, not me."

Pei Yanbing: "..."

Yuan Shiyuan laughed. "I'm kidding, Captain. You're a germaphobe—there's no way you'd accept..."

But to his surprise, the item was snatched from his hand in an instant.

Now it was Yuan Shiyuan's turn to freeze.

He really was just joking...

What had started as a playful gesture now looked genuinely indecent, with the black garter stockings held tightly in Pei Yanbing's large hand, his well-defined fingers hooked around them.

Yuan Shiyuan suddenly remembered his little handkerchief.

Back in the sperm collection room, Pei Yanbing had held his little handkerchief the same way.

When they returned to their posts, S-class Alpha was reporting the income situation in the group chat.

The Alphas had quite a profitable afternoon.

Pei Yanbing earned 3,000 starcoins, which were currently in Yuan Shiyuan's possession; the Ying twins made 4,000 starcoins together; the technical expert Jiang Hang earned 5,000 starcoins; Bo Jin was the least useful, making only 1,000 starcoins.

The highest earner was Yuan Shiyuan, who had "gone all out."

He roughly calculated that, including tips, commissions, and base pay, he should have made around 20,000 starcoins.

Yuan Shiyuan was quite satisfied.

The weather was hot, and the café didn't have many customers, but those who did come spent generously and all left him tips.

Before Bo Jin and the others clocked out, Yuan Shiyuan and the boss settled the wages—a total of 28,000 starcoins.

Even more than Yuan Shiyuan had expected!

The boss said, "Impressive! We usually don't get much business at this hour."

"That's because the café has a great environment and great products. If the products weren't good, no amount of promotion would help." Yuan Shiyuan had a sweet way with words.

The boss, an Omega, smiled faintly.

He gave Yuan Shiyuan an extra red envelope: "This is your bonus."

"Boss, you're really too kind!"

"I'm not that nice. There's a condition—can I choose your outfit tomorrow? Considering I gave you a bonus."

Since it didn't matter what he wore, Yuan Shiyuan said magnanimously, "Of course."

The boss brought over a bag and beamed, "You can take it back and get ready."

Yuan Shiyuan instinctively asked, "What's inside?"

"The bag contains a JK uniform, a pink princess dress, and a little devil leather skirt. The matching black stockings, garter straps, and leg garters are also inside. If you're unsure what to wear tomorrow, you could try them on tonight to see the effect."

At this moment, Yuan Shiyuan had only one question.

Is this show really appropriate?