Chapter 48 The Customs Industry
For the first time, Iwakatsu felt that some people's favorability wasn't something you had to have, like Muzan Kibutsuji.
It was Yan Sheng's first time being a woman in both his lives, so it was impossible for him not to be nervous, but he was also a little embarrassed. He had no desire to touch her, and no one would have any thoughts about their own body.
Yan Sheng looked at the light purple kimono embroidered with gold chrysanthemums placed to the side, and involuntarily covered his face with his hands. His white inner garment became slightly disheveled with the movement.
I've resigned myself to my fate; it won't be long anyway.
That's right, the trash mission that Yan Sheng thought was over has become his again.
Iwakatsu got up, put on his purple kimono, and started to casually wrap the decorations around his body. After doing a haphazard job, he realized it still didn't work.
……wipe
Yan Sheng really couldn't stand it anymore. He really didn't know how girls could put on such troublesome clothes. He was so impressed.
"Knock knock—".
"Hello, Lord Yansheng, are you there?"
While Iwakatsu was still struggling with his kimono outer garment, there was a soft knock at the door. Hearing the girl's voice, Iwakatsu tore open the clothes he had just put on in a mess and stood up to straighten his white inner garment.
"I am here,."
Yan Sheng responded, opened the door, and saw Dong kneeling at the door. She was carrying tea and snacks, and looked up at Yan Sheng after he finished speaking.
She stood there, her expression indifferent, her oval face icy, her phoenix eyes, pale red like a galaxy. Her long black hair, stray strands clinging to her face, made her skin appear even whiter. The red flame patterns on her forehead and chin added a touch of brilliance to her.
"Ah, perfect timing, help me put on... the clothes you gave me yesterday."
After finishing speaking, Yan Sheng turned and walked inside, bending down to pick up his kimono that he had taken off. Turning back, he watched as the other person got up from the ground, placed the tea on the low table, and walked towards him.
Dong took the clothes that Yan Sheng had retrieved and placed them on her bent arm. She then looked up and straightened Yan Sheng's white undergarment.
"Lord Yansheng, please raise your hand."
Yan Sheng looked down as Dong began to put his clothes on. Although he was still not used to being served, thinking about the disastrous state he had created by doing it himself, he decided to endure it. Yan Sheng tried to distract himself.
This was Dong's first time serving a woman of such refined taste as Yan Sheng, and she couldn't help but steal a few glances. Tall, with a perfect figure and a delicate, flawless face, she was clearly a young lady from a wealthy family.
After carefully tidying up the other person's clothes, Dong looked up and asked softly, "Lord Yansheng, shall I do your hair and makeup?"
"good."
Yan Sheng sat down in front of the dressing mirror by the window, staring blankly at the busy Dong and his own now feminine face in the mirror.
I must say, it's quite beautiful.
Iwakatsu recalled the tragic story of being screamed at by Muzan Kibutsuji a few days ago.
That day, after leaving the Infinity Castle, Iwakatsu went to find Muzan Kibutsuji, thinking that news of the Blue Spider Lily had once again spread from somewhere.
"Kuroshibo, this is your responsibility. The person who was in charge before is dead, so you can take over the management."
Kibutsuji Muzan took out a stack of papers and casually handed them to Iwakatsu. Iwakatsu had a bad feeling; he remembered that the scumbag boss had previously put him in charge of the business.
Iwakatsu picked it up and examined it closely. It was part of the Yoshiwara entertainment district, a large-scale brothel jointly operated by several businesses.
My heart, which had been hanging in suspense, finally died.
Iwakatsu listened to Muzan Kibutsuji's work arrangements with deadpan eyes, and he really wanted to go on strike.
"There are many nobles and merchants there, Kokushibo, please ask around for me. Also, when you get there..." Muzan Kibutsuji looked up at Iwakatsu, paused, and then continued, "You should continue to wear purple and not let any fools disturb the plan."
Why? Oh, only nobles can wear purple. But what noble lady would manage a brothel?
Yan Sheng was truly speechless; perhaps he was too old-fashioned to understand. He could only accept this hateful job with a blank stare and drag his weary body back to Infinite City.
Iwakatsu later carefully reviewed the documents and found that the original manager was Uesugi-go, which is why the boss didn't mention it later.
I feel like I'm still just a backup option.
"Lord Yansheng, what do you think?"
Dong's voice brought Yan Sheng back to his senses. Yan Sheng took a closer look and saw that the craftsmanship was excellent. If Yan Sheng weren't the real person, he wouldn't believe that this was his own work.
Seeing Yan Sheng sitting there motionless, Dong wasn't quite sure what Yan Sheng was feeling, so she carefully explained.
"Lord Yansheng, I saw that you were very fair-skinned, so I took the liberty of not giving you any supplements, you..."
"It's alright, this is fine."
Yan Sheng lowered his eyes. He felt uncomfortable with something on his face, and it would feel even worse if it was whitened, like applying putty.
Hearing this, Dong secretly breathed a sigh of relief; she dared not upset Yan Sheng. She couldn't help but glance at Yan Sheng again; he was truly handsome. She was genuinely surprised that such a cool and beautiful young lady like Yan Sheng would be managing such an enterprise.
Yan Sheng could naturally feel Dong's intense gaze, but he didn't pay much attention to it and got up to go outside and take a look at the place that night.
"Lord Yansheng, please have a few guards accompany you."
Seeing Yan Sheng preparing to leave, Dong hurriedly jogged after him and asked inquiringly.
"No need, I'm fine."
Yan Sheng instinctively reached for the sword at his waist, but missed, and reluctantly withdrew his hand. He was now an ordinary woman and there was no way he would be carrying a sword.
Yan Sheng carefully made his way down from the second floor. The journey was exceptionally arduous; the wooden clogs were too high and the stairs too narrow, and Yan Sheng was still a little flustered. When he reached the first floor, he saw a long corridor with doors of uniform size on both sides, most of which were filled with sounds of playful fighting.
Yan Sheng was mentally prepared for this. He walked through the corridor without changing his expression, ignoring the various adult-themed voices coming from all directions.
Dong, who was behind Yan Sheng, was already used to it. She used to be a maid who followed the courtesan, but when she heard that a big shot had come, she was called over because she was more quick-witted and clever.
Looking at the light ahead, Yan Sheng realized just how long the corridor was. He was almost questioning his existence.
"Oh dear, sir, why did you get down here?"
A rather short middle-aged woman looked at Yan Sheng and quickly stepped forward, still muttering to herself as she did so.
"Go out for a walk."
Yan Sheng didn't linger, casually replied, and continued walking out.
"Alright, Lord Yansheng, have fun!"
The woman didn't mind Yan Sheng's impolite attitude and smiled as she waved her handkerchief.
Yan Sheng has been working on addressing the shortcomings of his business these past few days, and since he can't go out during the day, he hasn't been able to go sightseeing.
He opened the door and saw a bustling scene of people coming and going, laughing and chatting, amidst all sorts of stalls. The vibrant atmosphere was dazzling, reminding Yan Sheng of a commercial entertainment street.
Sure enough, the red-light district was the most bustling, a melting pot of all sorts of people, perfect for hiding or gathering intelligence.
As Yan Sheng walked, many people frequently turned back, but no one dared to approach. This situation pleased Yan Sheng greatly; sometimes, even a scoundrel like him would order something.
"Hey, you bastard, stop right there! Don't run away!"
Amidst the bustling crowd, a loud voice caught Yan Sheng's attention. He turned his head and saw a disheveled middle-aged man staggering as he ran, frequently eliciting screams from passersby.
Yan Sheng frowned, his gaze falling on the man's back, where two people were chasing after him. One of them surprised Yan Sheng with his appearance.
"Whore Taro?"
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