After the Socially Anxious Straight Girl Crashed and Burned

Yin Ci has been feeling troubled lately.

While all her friends spend their days scrolling through suggestive videos of men, with screens full of pecs and heavy breathing,

she's developed feelings for a female piano blogger.

Her heart races, she can't look away, and she can barely eat or sleep. She's even lost ten pounds.

With nowhere else to turn, she asks for advice online.

"I'm a woman, but I like women's hands."

A helpful netizen replies:

"This could be a sign of emotional repression. I suggest going out more, meeting new people, stepping outside your comfort zone, and embracing a new life."

As a seasoned introvert, Yin Ci agonizes over it for a long time, then signs up for classes: calligraphy in the morning, dance in the afternoon, and singing at night.

In less than a week, Yin Ci is utterly exhausted and reaches a state of desireless enlightenment.

She gratefully replies to the netizen: "A new life is great!"

The next moment, the piano teacher upstairs from her classes takes her phone. Long, slender, pale fingers. A delicate, stunning face.

"You like my hands?"

Yin Ci: "...!!!!!!!"

Whose hands?!

Shi Qing noticed Yin Ci downstairs on her first day at work.

With a fluffy mushroom haircut, she kept her head down whenever she spoke to anyone. Get a little too close and she'd blush, giving the impression that she was so honest and harmless you could bully her.

So even though Shi Qing found her exactly to her taste, she held herself back.

Until one day, she caught a glimpse of the honest girl's phone wallpaper: a hand-drawn sketch of her own hand.

The veins, the texture of the skin, the smooth nails, the curve of each finger. Every line was rendered in exquisite detail, beautiful and unmistakably sensual.

Shi Qing paused, then smiled.

Things were getting interesting.

Later, Shi Qing used the hands Yin Ci had admired for so long to fan the flames, tease and tempt her, again and again, until Yin Ci finally broke down.

Shi Qing smiled as she leaned close to her ear. "Liking hands makes you a hand fetishist."

Yin Ci's ears turned bright red. "Mm."

Shi Qing went on: "Then do you know what it's called when you like a woman's hands?"

Yin Ci looked up at her, pitifully. "What is it called?"

Shi Qing: "It's called having a wife."

Yin Ci choked back tears. "Wife."

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Theme: Face every part of yourself, accept yourself, and embrace a new life