The Daily Face-Slapping of the Junior Tutor - Chapter 1

Gu Jintang struggled to open her eyes. A blinding ray of sunlight pierced her vision, leaving her dizzy and weak. Her limbs felt heavy, and her neck burned with a searing pain, as if something had been strangling her.

Could someone be trying to harm me?

The thought flashed through her mind, and she immediately sat up straight. A long white silk ribbon fell from her neck.

Gu Jintang’s gaze fixed on the ribbon, her eyes widening in horror. She touched her neck, and the pain brought tears to her eyes.

Damn it! Did I try to hang myself with this?

Impossible! Even if the sky were to fall, I’d never consider suicide. I, Gu Jintang, cherish my life above all else!

So what exactly was going on?

Her eyes scanned the surroundings. She seemed to be in a dilapidated temple, long neglected and in disrepair. Cobwebs draped every corner, and dust lay thick everywhere.

Holy shit! What kind of godforsaken place is this?

Moreover, the temple’s architecture didn’t resemble anything from her own era. What’s happening? Did I stumble onto a movie set? Or… did I transmigrate?

Gu Jintang watched a strand of long hair slip from her shoulder. She tugged at it, a tingling sensation spreading across her scalp. This was real hair! But she remembered her hair always being shoulder-length. How could it possibly be this long now?

Did she really transmigrate?!

Unable to accept this reality, Gu Jintang scrambled to a broken water vat nearby, which still contained some water. Trembling, she peered into the vat. A familiar face reflected back at her. It was undeniably her own, though heavily made up with rouge and powder, unable to conceal the gauntness of her face.

And what’s with these clothes?!

She quickly looked down at her attire. It resembled ancient men’s robes, but in a soft, pastel pink, adorned with flowing ribbons and bows.

Not only was the outfit absurdly mismatched, but it was also neither masculine nor feminine! What kind of man would dress in such a flamboyant manner?

At this thought, her face turned green again. Panicked, she hastily checked her body and discovered her chest was bound. She let out a long sigh of relief.

Thank goodness! After twenty years as a staunchly straight woman, she couldn’t imagine what her life would be like if she had become a man.

After confirming it was clear: this was not her body.

Gu Jintang sat there, dejected, for what felt like half a day, until the rumbling of stomach acid and an unbearable hunger dragged her back to reality.

“Why didn’t you eat before hanging yourself?” she muttered, her body weak from hunger, unable to even stand. She wondered how long this body had gone without food.

This hanged ghost had time to dress up but not to eat before dying? What could she possibly have been thinking? Gu Jintang thought to herself.

No, I need to get out of here and find something to eat, fast.

After one last look around to make sure nothing had been left behind, she clutched her stomach and stumbled out. She found herself in a long, narrow alley, cold and deserted.

Gu Jintang felt utterly miserable, taking a few steps before pausing to catch her breath. The alley was completely empty except for her. She even wondered if she had transmigrated into a post-apocalyptic world where everyone had died.

Just as she was thinking this, footsteps and several rough female voices echoed from around the corner ahead.

“I heard that young tutor surnamed Lu is coming. I wonder what she wants here.”

“She must be bored in the Capital and wants to experience life in this backwater. What a waste of time!”

“Looks like she’s looking for someone. They’ve even put up a reward poster.”

“I’m more worried she’s here to investigate, making us scurry around like rats! What a damn nuisance! Ptooey!”

Gu Jintang’s heart leaped with joy. The voices sounded like several women, yet she felt a strange unease.

Who was this young woman? How could she be so formidable? Was she a young widow whose husband had died? Or perhaps something similar to a Black Widow?

The bizarre thought flashed through her mind just as the group rounded the corner and came into view.

Forget it. Getting help is the priority.

“Sisters, please help—” Gu Jintang cried out, her head jerking up in desperation. But when she saw their faces, she froze.

Though not particularly tall, each woman was built like a warrior, broad-shouldered and thick-waisted. They wore revealing outfits, baring arms, legs, and even breasts. They were boldly unrestrained!

Gu Jintang stared in disbelief. If she wasn’t mistaken, this era should be ancient times, right? In what fantastical era would women be allowed to dress like this?

Could it be the weather is just too hot?

Gu Jintang glanced down at her own tightly wrapped layers, feeling no discomfort whatsoever.

As Gu Jintang stood there, shocked, the women were sizing her up with keen interest and their eyes beginning to gleam.

“Hey, handsome little man! You’re quite the looker!” the pockmarked leader said, winking suggestively.

Man?! Are you kidding me, lady? Gu Jintang thought, shocked. How could anyone mistake this heavenly face for a man? Just because I’m wearing a pastel pink men’s outfit, they can’t tell if I’m male or female? Their eyesight must be terrible.

And besides, ladies, apart from those two lumps on your chests, what other feminine features do you even have?

Wait a minute… something’s off. What’s with those leering looks? Are they staring at me?

It seems they are!

Gu Jintang felt deeply uncomfortable under their intense gaze, but she was starving. Gritting her teeth, she pressed on, “Ladies, could you tell me where this is? And how to get to the nearest street?”

“Lost, little beauty?” The women exchanged glances, their eyes burning with undisguised heat. They chuckled ominously. “How pitiful.”

What?! Gu Jintang’s eyes widened in alarm as she stared at them. That tone… those looks… have I stumbled upon a group of perverts?

Holy shit, they’re still calling me “little beauty”! Gu Jintang thought, her face darkening. Their expressions were so lewd and predatory, making her skin crawl with discomfort.

“I’m sorry to have disturbed you,” she said, lowering her gaze. “I’ll leave now.”

She turned abruptly, nearly stumbling, and had to steady herself against the wall.

Seeing her unsteady movements, the women brazenly stepped in front of her, blocking her path. Gu Jintang’s frail, helpless, and pitiful appearance only fueled their growing agitation.

“Don’t leave, little beauty,” one of the women said with a sly grin. “Stay and play with us.” The others joined in, their laughter turning into lewd whistles.

Gu Jintang froze, speechless.

If these had been male thugs, she could have understood. But female thugs acting like this? What kind of game was this supposed to be?

“I’m a woman!” Gu Jintang hissed through clenched teeth, each word deliberate.

“A woman? You call yourself a woman looking like that?” The women burst into laughter. “Who do you think you’re fooling, little beauty?”

Gu Jintang was even more shocked. What kind of hellhole had she transmigrated to? Did women here not look like her? Or were these people just mentally ill?

She swallowed hard, fear creeping into her voice. “Sisters, I have no quarrel with you. Can’t you just let me go?”

“Haha, relax. Just cooperate, and once we’ve had our fun, we’ll let you go,” the leader said, already grabbing her impatiently.

“All of us at once! Strip her naked!”

The moment the words left her lips, the women pounced on Gu Jintang, tearing at her clothes and shoving each other, nearly causing her to faint.

Feeling four or five pairs of pig-like hands groping her body, Gu Jintang felt a wave of nausea. Furious and enraged, she fought back the urge to pass out and screamed, “Fuck off! Don’t touch me! I told you, I’m a woman!”

One of the women froze, her hand still on Gu Jintang’s chest, and exclaimed in surprise, “She’s actually a woman!”

“What? A woman?” The others stopped, staring at Gu Jintang’s disheveled state with disgust. “A woman who looks like a little man? What a fucking curse!”

Gu Jintang slid down the wall to the ground, coughing incessantly. Her clear, deer-like eyes glistened with tears, and her delicate face flushed crimson with emotion, making her both beautiful and pitiful and seemingly even more vulnerable.

The female thugs were momentarily stunned by her appearance. Then their leader chuckled, “Sisters, we haven’t tasted a woman yet, and now we’ve stumbled upon a real gem. I don’t care if she’s a woman.”

The others grew even more excited, loudly agreeing, “The boss is right! This pretty boy looks like he came from one of those places. Let’s have some fun!” (They still believe Gu Jintang is man.)

When will this end? Gu Jintang cursed her luck inwardly. Though her anger burned fiercely, she decided to plead for mercy, playing the victim. “Sisters, you can’t do this! I’m an innocent woman with a family to support…”

The women didn’t even flinch, clearly having heard such pleas countless times before. They resumed tearing at her clothes.

“We’re all women—why are you treating me like this?” Gu Jintang had meant to say, We’re all women, why are you making things difficult for another woman? But what came out was this classical phrase.

The leader’s eyes widened with even greater excitement. “What? You’re even more eager than we are?”

Gu Jintang’s lips twitched. They really don’t seem to have much culture, she thought.

With a rip, the women tore her clothes open, revealing a large expanse of her chest. Their eyes widened. “Oh! You were hiding it? No wonder you look like a man!”

Gu Jintang trembled with rage. She had never encountered thugs before, let alone witnessed a fight. How could she have imagined she’d end up in such a mess?

If this continued, her innocence would truly be lost!

“Stop! I warn you, I have status and influence. If you dare touch me, I’ll never let you get away with it! Cough, cough…” She struggled with her last shred of strength, gasping for breath after each word.

“You pretty boy looks like you crawled out of a brothel. Stop pretending!” The women erupted into cruel laughter.

Seeing the triumphant grins on their faces, Gu Jintang felt a wave of despair. Even if I die here, she vowed silently, I’ll take at least one of them down with me.

She was about to bite one of them when a sudden force flung the women aside, sending them sprawling in disarray, howling in pain.

A figure approached from behind, their voice cold and clear: “In broad daylight, you dare to abduct a civilian man and engage in such indecent acts!”

The female thugs scrambled away, leaving behind a parting threat: “Just wait! We’ll call our boss to deal with you!”

Gu Jintang froze mid-motion, her hands still frantically adjusting her disheveled clothes. The joy in her heart withered as she weakly called out, “Benefactor, it’s me, a humble woman.”

Another person mistaking her for a man? Gu Jintang’s spirits plummeted to rock bottom. She even began to doubt her own sense of aesthetics.

Lu Nan’s eyelid twitched as she stared at the disheveled woman on the ground; her clothes were torn, hair was tangled and her face was obscured. She could hardly believe a grown woman could be bullied so thoroughly.

And she’s even dressed as a man? What a useless creature, Lu Nan thought, a flicker of disdain flashing through her eyes.

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