Xiang Yu pushed open the door to the shopping centre bathroom, the fluorescent lights flickering as he stepped inside. The air was thick with the antiseptic scent, and the tiled floor gleamed under his cautious steps. He swiftly made his way to the last stall, locking the door behind him with a soft click.
His heart was steady as he placed the brown bag on the small, cold metal hook. With a mix of annoyance and great impatience, he unzipped it. Inside lay a beautiful Han Fu dress, delicately patterned in shades of pink and blue.
The fabric shimmered slightly, reflecting the harsh lights above. Xiang Yu couldn’t help but grit his teeth, frustration boiling over. "Pervert!" he yelled softly, his voice echoing slightly against the stall walls.
He had orchestrated this mission meticulously. The city’s escort services were notorious for attracting certain types of clients mostly from the nearby research centre.
Among them was Xue San, the head researcher whose reputation was well known among the city’s underground circles. With his deep pockets and peculiar preferences, he had an insatiable appetite for tall girls with long legs, adorned in elegant Han Fu, complete with jade hairpins. The women were forced to play master and servant act and often left his presence marked by bruises and swollen faces, remnants of his twisted desires.
Xiang Yu breathed heavily, suppressing the anger that surged through him. He recalled the details he had gathered from the Divine Emperor. Xue San’s pattern of choosing new escorts was that he required fresh faces to fulfil his depraved fantasies each time he visited.
He knew tonight Xue San would come and he had already acquired the services of a particular girl. He sent Lian and Mei to intercepted her and get her outfit for the night as well. They also compensated her handsomely to avoid a fate that would have left her traumatised.
He quickly changed into the Han Fu, the soft fabric wrapping around him like a second skin. He neatly folded his own clothes, placing them carefully back in the bag.
Next, he slipped on the Ming flower boots, their intricate design fitting snugly against his feet. Finally, he placed the wig atop his head, letting the silky strands cascade down his shoulders, transforming his appearance completely.
He suddenly felt something heavy in the bag so he dug down and found something. They were two whole potatoes, smooth and roughly the same size. A grin tugged at his lips. The twins were generous enough to pick a couple B cups for him.
He chuckled softly to himself, recalling how in the first world he had stuffed them into his chest to fool Han Xin.
The fact that old man shortchanged him on his chest size still stung. He will surely get his revenge next time he was in his spiritual space. If only the divine emperor knew what he was thinking he might have struck him down with lightening this very instant.
With a quick motion, he snatched the potatoes and tucked them snugly in the fabric of his shirt, repositioning them until they nestled perfectly against his skin.
Soon he stepped out of the stall, a smile blooming on his face. He felt bonita in these vibrant clothes. If only Han Xin could see him ? Xiang Yu was curious about what sort of reaction he would have.
AN: I bet Han Xin will have a pole rising hehehe.
As he approached the sink, he caught sight of two men washing their hands. Their surprised expressions mirrored his own amusement when he accidentally bumped into one of them. A woman in the men’s restroom was surely a rare sight.
Calmly, he washed his hands, the water cool against his fingers. His gaze held on the mirror, checking every detail, every angle.
He smoothed down rebellious strands of hair, ensuring nothing was out of place. The long locks cascaded around his shoulders as he lifted his chest slightly, adjusting the bow atop it until it sat just right.
An awareness of their gazes prickled at him. He turned, meeting their lingering stares, and let a deep, menacing voice escape his lips. "What? Haven’t you seen a pretty man before?"
The men scattered, their embarrassment palpable like roaches scurrying from light. He let out a sneer, a thrill of satisfaction coursing through him as he walked past them and out into the hallway.
Outside, Lian and Mei waited, their eyes lighting up with joy. "Master, you look so good!" they cheered, rushing toward him, their excitement infectious.
Xiang Yu smiled, feigning modesty. "Really?"
Lian nodded vigorously. "Yes! You look amazing!"
Mei chimed in, "We just need to finish up, and you will look even more perfect!"
He hesitated, a hint of doubt creeping in. "Do we really need to do all that? I think this is enough to fool him."
"No!" Lian interjected firmly. "You have to look perfect!"
"Yeah," Mei echoed, "like a stunning princess, elegant yet violent!" Xiang Yu chuckled. He didn’t mind indulging them.
He sat down on the shopping centre bench while saying, "Make it fast, we can’t miss this chance."
Lian and Mei flitted around him, eager hands working their magic. They applied makeup with the precision of artists, brushing colour onto his cheeks and painting his lips with a soft, rosy hue. Xiang Yu let them do as they pleased, the laughter and chatter of shoppers fading into background noise.
When they finished, Xiang Yu took a moment to admire himself. He looked almost entrancing, a vision of beauty that seemed to shimmer. Half of his face was adorned with a delicate pink chiffon, lending him an air of mystery. The fabric fluttered softly with every movement, captivating and alluring.
After they were done he got and they began walking toward the designated pickup spot. When he was almost there he told Lian and Mei to go back and that he will see them soon.
But the twins were reluctant. They wanted to follow their master to the hotel, but Xiang Yu had insisted otherwise, not wanting to put them in harm’s way.
"Do you think big brother will be displeased when he finds out?" Lian whispered, fidgeting with her fingers.