Silky Intense

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Ya-fang felt awkward about seeing Cheng-liang again. Since their partnership ended, they had practically become strangers.
Cheng-liang had once been Ya-fang's personal photographer, wholeheartedly wanting to make her a star. However, the conservative and introverted Ya-fang only did some bland fashion portraits and print ads for home appliances. Finally, Cheng-liang secured a live stockings ad for Ya-fang as a congratulatory gift, hoping she would become a supermodel overnight.
Unexpectedly, Ya-fang not only had no interest in stepping onto the stage but also chose to quit while she was ahead. Just as Cheng-liang was telling Ya-fang this good news, she asked to dissolve the partnership. This was a significant blow to Cheng-liang. It turned out that Ya-fang's ambitions lay elsewhere. She had entered the modeling world solely through Shu-fen's introduction, and having just graduated from school, she simply needed a job to make ends meet.
Her time in the spotlight had earned her a decent amount of savings, which she planned to invest in a small business. Ya-fang, a traditional and conservative woman, didn't crave fame and fortune; she simply wanted to find a suitable husband and become a full-time housewife. She had considered Cheng-liang, but firstly, she hadn't recovered from a heartbreak in her student days, and secondly, she hoped her life partner would have no connection to the entertainment industry. Lost in thought, Ya-fang arrived at Shu-fen's door.
She tidied herself and composed herself before ringing the doorbell. It turned out Shu-fen was having a party to celebrate her husband Guo-dong's new hotel opening. Guo-dong was handsome, successful at a young age, and the envy of everyone. However, Shu-fen, with her extremely ambitious career, was completely indifferent to this. She silently hoped that one day her achievements would surpass Guo-dong's. Although Guo-dong had many friends, he didn't have many close confidants. He and Cheng-liang were close friends, so Cheng-liang was naturally invited to the party. The rest of the guests were all Shu-fen's friends. In recent years, Shufen has focused on her career, cultivating connections, but these have mostly been limited to business networking.
When it comes to small, private gatherings like this, she could only think of her good friend Yafang. And if she had to squeeze in Yafang's high school best friend Peiling, that would be perfect. So, it seems fate brought them together. In this secluded setting, Yafang and Chengliang, due to overlapping friendships, inevitably met. As usual, Yafang greeted everyone warmly upon entering. Since she, Shufen, and Peiling were all acquaintances, the atmosphere was naturally very pleasant.
Peiling had just received her hospital appointment, officially becoming a full-fledged nurse, making Shufen's celebration a double celebration. However, Peiling had recently been embroiled in a heated argument with the hospital over the nurses' uniform. Apparently, Peiling disliked wearing skirts and especially hated wearing stockings, so when the hospital passed a proposal to abolish trousers as a uniform, Peiling angrily protested to the board of directors, demanding a reconsideration. However, this topic also made their gossip more interesting.
Throughout, Cheng Liang hid in the kitchen, drinking alone. Guo Dong, on the other hand, was busy shuttling between the three beauties and his close friends. He didn't want the gathering of only five people to split into two isolated groups.
Finally, Guo Dong persuaded Cheng Liang to come out and greet them. He reeked of alcohol and was completely drunk. In that instant, his true feelings were fully revealed. "Ya Fang, with such good looks, it's such a pity you're not continuing to pursue your modeling career."
After making some polite remarks, Cheng Liang focused solely on Ya Fang. Cheng Liang wasn't lying; since it wasn't a formal gathering, Ya Fang had simply worn a loose shirt and ill-fitting jeans. But no matter how casually she dressed, it couldn't hide Ya Fang's captivating figure. Actually, Cheng Liang was a little biased; Shu Fen and Pei Ling were also top beauties with sweet faces and stunning figures. The three women each possessed a distinct charm: Ya-Fang was pure and elegant, Shu-Fen mature and alluring, while Pei-Ling was more lively and athletic. "Cheng-Liang, you've had too much to drink. Let's not talk about this anymore,"
Ya-Fang said with a forced smile, but her words were firm and stern. "If you can't immediately establish yourself on stage, getting a job as a game show or auto show model wouldn't be bad... If you're not willing to show skin, shooting swimsuit or lingerie ads would be fine too... How can you become famous if you're completely covered up?"
Cheng-Liang seemed oblivious to Ya-Fang's warning, continuing to pour out his grievances. "It seems like auto show or game show models are mostly seventeen or eighteen-year-old girls these days,"
Ya-Fang retorted with a smile. "As for swimsuits or lingerie... I only intend to let my boyfriend or husband appreciate them."
"The least revealing job here is a stockings ad, and you won't even shoot that before saying goodbye... all the effort I put into cultivating you was wasted."
Cheng-Liang grew increasingly bitter and agitated as he spoke. "Hmph, are you trying to make me famous, or are you just going to pursue me?" Ya Fang thought to herself, but she didn't want to provoke Cheng Liang any further, so she didn't say it aloud. "Ah, so Cheng Liang wants to shoot a stockings commercial? Do you like seeing girls wearing stockings? Tell me, why do guys think girls look sexy in stockings?"
Shu Fen saw the situation getting increasingly tense and quickly stepped in to smooth things over. She hooked her arm around Cheng Liang's shoulder and pulled him away from Ya Fang's sight. "Hmph, wearing a skirt makes you look like a lady; wearing stockings is too sticky."
After Shu Fen got rid of Cheng Liang, Pei Ling playfully made a face behind her. "Men all have some strange tastes... But I have to say, Ya Fang, with your curvy figure and long legs, you're really the perfect candidate for a stockings commercial." After
Pei Ling finished speaking, she actually started to seriously examine Ya Fang's appearance. "You, you don't like wearing them yourself, but you encourage others to wear them..."
Ya Fang was dispelled by Pei Ling's playfulness, which swept away the gloom brought by Cheng Liang earlier. “I know why.”
Guodong suddenly interrupted. “Why what?”
Yafang was startled. “I know why men find women sexy in stockings.”
“Of course, because you’re a man… Why?”
Yafang rarely chatted with Guodong, but since the topic had been started, she deliberately let him continue. “The most captivating thing about stockings is the interplay of light and shadow on beautiful legs; under certain lighting angles, stockings are almost completely transparent, and the color of the stockings seems to be absorbed into the legs, becoming a second layer of skin. It not only enhances the curves of the legs but also softens the glow of the skin.”
“Oh, is that so?”
Yafang was somewhat surprised by Guodong’s appreciation of women’s sexiness. Peiling, however, was completely uninterested. While Yafang was focused on her conversation with Guodong, she continued to openly admire Yafang’s radiant appearance. “Of course, pairing it with a thong will make the stockings look even better.”
Guodong’s words pleased the beauty, and she began to speak eloquently: “Sliding upwards from the perfect curves covered by nylon silk, the creases of the panties are the easiest place to ruin the beauty. Only by letting the plump, round buttocks be completely exposed or directly pressed against the elasticity of the stockings can the sexiness of the lower body be unified, becoming indescribably beautiful.”
Ya Fang suddenly felt an itch in her lower body, and realized that talking about such explicit topics with a married man seemed inappropriate. She nervously peeked at where Shufen was. “Hehe, speaking of thongs, their most charming feature is their T-shaped back.”
Guodong continued to speak eloquently, making the most naked confession of his deepest fantasy desires: “That’s really the focus of all eyes! A thin string peeking out from between the buttocks means the most ruthless restraint on the female body’s private parts, and at the same time, it restrains the most hungry eyes of men.”
Ya-fang finally realized something was wrong. From beginning to end, Guo-dong's lustful gaze had been fixed on her lower body, as if his eyes could penetrate even her thick jeans. So when Guo-dong's eyes were fixed on her backside during their conversation, she felt a slight burning sensation in her buttocks. Increasingly uncomfortable, Ya-fang wanted to end the conversation quickly. Unexpectedly, the oblivious Pei-ling added fuel to the fire, continuing Guo-dong's sexual fantasy: "Mr. Yu, you've been so fixated on admiring the lower body, don't you find a woman's upper body appealing at all?"
"Haha...good question."
Guo-dong was quite impressed with Pei-ling's openness: "Breasts are always the first part I want to touch. However, I don't like seeing breasts completely exposed; it's no different from admiring a cow or other female mammal. I don't have a particular preference for breast size; as long as they're perky and well-shaped, I like them. What I care about is whether the breasts, under the constraints of a bra, reveal a wildness that seems about to burst out."
Of the three beauties present, Pei-ling's breasts were the most prominent. Although Ya-fang and Shu-fen had good breast shapes, they weren't as large as Pei-ling's. This made Pei-ling naturally proud of Guo-dong's viewpoint. While giving Guo-dong a look that urged him to continue, she also casually raised her head and puffed out her chest. So Guodong nodded and continued, “The lace and embroidery on bras have an incredible amplifying effect on the sexiness that comes from being constricted and squeezed. So for me, the more flamboyant the style of a bra, the better. If it needs to be paired with plain outerwear, so that the overly daring lace and embroidery don't leave marks on tight-fitting clothes or t-shirts, the minimum requirement is that it should have a semi-transparent, silky sheen, a watermark-like pattern, and extremely delicate lace trim.”
Yafang’s mind was a little confused when she heard this. She really wanted to find an opportunity to leave, so that Peiling could naturally become Guodong’s main conversationalist. But her feet wouldn’t obey her and she remained in place, listening to this man, who was neither a stranger nor a close acquaintance, talk eloquently about his most private desires. "So sexy bras, thongs, and stockings are absolutely the best way to make a beautiful woman a sexy goddess."
Guodong sighed softly, "In the end, it's all just visual enjoyment. The most breathtaking thing about stockings is the light, ethereal touch of the nylon silk… Sometimes, for that touch, I even wish I were a woman."
"Wouldn't Sister Shufen dress like that for you?"
Peiling asked curiously. "Her…"
Guodong shook his head and laughed, "She's always trying to outdo me in business; trying to please me isn't in her vocabulary."
His gaze casually swept over Shufen and Chengliang, noticing Chengliang talking to Shufen while chugging alcohol. "Actually, Chengliang and I have the same fetish, so I can understand why he was so excited when he got that stockings ad."
His eyes revealed sympathy and reluctance for his friend. This statement seemed to blame Yafang and Chengliang for their split, like deserting a battle. Ya-fang, feeling innocent and unwilling to listen to the man's disgusting and bizarre desires any longer, looked towards Shu-fen with a pleading gaze, hoping Shu-fen's presence would ease the strange and chaotic atmosphere. "What are you laughing at?"
Shu-fen seemed to have received Ya-fang's look, abandoning the already drunk Cheng-liang, and ran over. "Don't listen to his nonsense. He's the one who talks the most nonsense when he sees a pretty girl."
"Hehe...it's nothing, we were just expressing our daydreams."
Guo-dong immediately became much more subdued when his wife came over. Cheng-liang overheard Guo-dong's words and suddenly shouted, "I have dreams too!"
Everyone stopped what they were doing and looked at him. "Haha... I love seeing beautiful women wearing sexy lingerie, thongs, and stockings,"
Cheng Liang said drunkenly. "So my dream is to see Shu Fen as the manager, Pei Ling as the princess, and Ya Fang as my hostess in Guo Dong's new hotel, for Guo Dong and me to play with and tease as we please. Of course, no matter what they wear on the outside, they must wear sexy lingerie, thongs, and stockings underneath."
Everyone looked at each other, the atmosphere becoming extremely tense. Shu Fen gave Guo Dong a wink, and Guo Dong smiled and smoothed things over: "Cheng Liang, state secrets are best left between men, it's really not appropriate for the ladies here to know... Come on, let's go to your place and have a good chat."
After saying goodnight to everyone, he went over, helped Cheng Liang up, helped him put on his shoes and coat, and then drove him home. After Guo Dong saw Cheng Liang off, the atmosphere didn't immediately return to normal. Pei Ling, also drunk, rushed to the bathroom, leaving Shu Fen and Ya Fang staring at each other. So Ya-fang recounted the gist of Guo-dong's conversation. "Hmph, I see. Men's desires are all sorts of things. If we all had to live for their desires, we'd be exhausted,"
Shu-fen said dismissively, but then added, "If women enjoyed catering to men's desires, the world would be at peace."
"Shu-fen, do you like wearing stockings?"
Ya-fang suddenly asked. Clearly, she was still influenced by Guo-dong's earlier conversation. Shufen laughed, "I don't mind wearing stockings, but they're often paired with skirts and easily snag on the fabric. While they can really express a woman's delicate charm, they inevitably cause restriction and inconvenience."
"But since you got married and left the flight attendant profession, you rarely wear skirts anymore. Actually, someone with your looks and figure should be a model with me."
"Haha... Yafang, you really know how to talk."
Shufen was flattered by Yafang's praise, but being older, she remained composed: "I don't want to be just a pretty face in the office. Every working woman is dressed in suits, pencil skirts, stockings, and high heels—isn't that just another form of uniform? I'd rather dress more androgynously and compete with those self-important men using my own abilities."
"Oh... have you ever worn thongs?"
Yafang continued curiously. “No.”
Shufen shook her head with a laugh. “Although I’m a little curious… but think about it, how can it be comfortable to have a rope stuck between your buttocks and tightly wrapped around your private parts? I probably wouldn’t follow that trend, since it’s both unhygienic and uncomfortable.”
“Oh…”
Yafang didn’t continue the conversation, but instead unconsciously touched her buttocks. What would it feel like if her little bottom was completely exposed, rubbing directly against her outer pants? And what if there was a thin layer of stockings in between… Yafang was just indulging in a moment of curious fantasy. Conservative and introverted, her inner beauty style was extremely simple and plain. Let alone the idea that she would change to try sexy styles, let alone thongs. “Have you asked Peiling the same question?”
Shufen suddenly asked out of the blue. “Don’t be silly, she even rejects nurse’s uniforms, so why would she like wearing stockings and thongs?”
Ya-fang laughed and replied, “This girl doesn’t like wearing them herself, but she still encourages me to try them…”
Suddenly, Shu-fen whispered, “I don’t mean to ruin your friendship, but from what I’ve observed, Pei-ling really does have some lesbian tendencies.”
“Oh, really?”
Ya-fang knew that Shu-fen never lied. She nervously looked towards the restroom; Pei-ling hadn't come out yet. She shook her head and sighed, hoping that the conversation was just due to drinking too much… The second part of the erotic tale: The dark shadow darted forward with unimaginable speed. Ya-fang couldn't quite place who the shadow resembled. Its appearance was somewhat similar to Guo-dong, and its movements were remarkably similar to Cheng-liang's. The three beauties present—Shu-fen, Pei-ling, and herself—were all terrified. In the blink of an eye, it had floated in front of Shu-fen. Although Shu-fen remained calm, her words trembled uncontrollably: "I never imagined you would do such a thing…"
The shadow laughed loudly: "Let you indulge in our desires, wouldn't the world become more harmonious and beautiful?"
In a flash, the shadow swiftly pulled out a stun gun and struck Shu-fen. Before Shufen could react, her whole body trembled a few times, then her legs went stiff, her eyes rolled back, and she collapsed. The dark figure flew over to support her and gently placed her on the sofa. Peiling and Yafang, witnessing this scene, were so frightened that their legs went weak, and they were at a loss for what to do. The dark figure darted behind Peiling in a flash, spreading its arms to hold her tightly, rendering her unable to move. Just as Peiling was about to scream, the dark figure suddenly produced a handkerchief, tightly covering her mouth and nose.
The handkerchief contained a strong anesthetic, and although Peiling struggled desperately, it was too late. In a short while, Peiling's body, like Shufen's before her, gradually relaxed completely. The dark figure then carefully placed her on another sofa. Yafang was completely terrified. Not only were her legs weak, but her entire body was so stiff that she couldn't muster any strength at all. It took all her strength to finally turn around and try to run away.
However, she felt her steps were so heavy, several times slower than a slow-motion replay on a video recorder. "Heh heh... do I still need to intervene? Your drink already had an excessive amount of hypnotic drugs. I don't need to subdue you; I'll just wait for your energy to run out."
She heard the shadowy figure behind her sneer, but she had neither the courage nor the time to turn back. She simply ran forward with all her might. Judging from her appearance, it wasn't even running; she was merely taking large, slow strides with great effort. Sure enough, the shadowy figure was right. After only a few steps, her arms fell limply to her sides, and her legs buckled as if unable to support her weight, causing her to collapse to the ground, unable to get up. Ya Fang continued to struggle, using the last of her strength to crawl towards the door. But her movements became slower and slower.
The shadowy figure's sneer behind her grew closer and closer, as if it were about to touch her ear. Before she could determine whether she had crawled out the door to call for help or been pulled back by the shadowy figure, she lost all consciousness… Ya-fang shook her head and sat on the bed, lost in thought. This was the second time she had this same terrifying and strange dream. A week had passed since the last gathering at Sister Shu-fen's house. These past few days, she seemed to have slept very restlessly, dreaming almost every day. Although she didn't remember every dream after waking up, the terrifying and strange ones were always particularly memorable. Ya-fang couldn't remember how the party ended that day.
Afterwards, she was busy with her newly invested small business, and this dream somewhat reminded her that she should contact Sister Shu-fen or Pei-ling. However, Ya-fang tried for a while, but no one answered the phone or cell phone at Shu-fen's or Pei-ling's house. She felt a little inexplicable; it was as if these two people had vanished from the face of the earth at the same time.
Finally, Ya-fang gave up and decided to go shopping alone to have some fun. As fate would have it, she had only strolled through two streets when she discovered a high-end commercial building changing its signboard; it turned out a new hotel had opened in the building's basement. "Huh? Isn't this Guodong's new hotel?" Ya Fang vaguely remembered Shu Fen telling her the hotel's name, so she curiously went inside. The hotel wasn't large, but its layout and furnishings were quite upscale and trendy. Besides the standard hotel features like a performance stage, tables, and bar, Ya Fang also noticed a row of numerous private rooms at the back. The hotel wasn't open during the day, and some areas seemed to be undergoing renovations, but there were no signs of workers present.
Ya Fang peered through the floor-to-ceiling windows for a while before preparing to leave. Just then, Shu Fen came out from the back. Seeing Ya Fang, she was both surprised and delighted, and immediately opened the door: "Why are you here too?" Upon
seeing her, Ya Fang was very surprised by Shu Fen's transformation. Her skin had become exceptionally smooth and soft, and her hair was unusually black and lustrous. Coupled with Shufen's naturally beautiful face and figure, she now looked no different from a professionally edited magazine or photoshoot portrait. However, what surprised Yafang even more was Shufen's attire. Yafang couldn't believe her eyes; Shufen was wearing a flight attendant uniform. This uniform consisted of a light purple, fitted cheongsam-style dress and a white, semi-transparent short bodice, paired with sheer, skin-colored stockings shimmering with purple lace, and a pair of appropriate high heels. The overall look was both sexy and elegant, alluring yet gentle. "Ah, Sister Shufen, you…"
Yafang was so surprised by Shufen's transformation that she even forgot to greet her. "Guodong encouraged me to go back to being a flight attendant, and I just reported back to the airline..."
Shufen seemed cheerful, smiling sweetly. "Anyway, we don't plan to have children anytime soon."
"But..."
Yafang was so surprised that she stammered, "Didn't Sister Shufen have some ambition to start a career?"
"This world ultimately belongs to men."
Shufen shook her head and smiled. "Besides, seeing how successful you are as a model, I realized that natural beauty is a woman's most powerful weapon."
Not only had her appearance changed, but her demeanor and speech were also full of femininity. The once masculine and assertive Shufen seemed to have vanished without a trace. What exactly happened in this short week? Yafang couldn't help but wonder. Before Yafang opened up, she went to the restroom as usual. When she came out, she happened to run into Guodong looking for Shufen. Yafang immediately noticed that the couple's interaction was different from before, so she didn't show herself and waited to see what would happen. "You look absolutely stunning, just like when I first met you."
Guodong stared intently at his wife, his gaze finally settling on Shufen's alluring legs in stockings. Hearing Guodong's compliment, Shufen excitedly twirled around in front of him. "So, do you like it?"
"More than just like it, I absolutely adore it!"
Guodong practically drooled as he spoke. "Is there anything happier in the world than seeing my wife in her stockings every day?"
"You're such a sweet talker."
Shufen was overjoyed and nestled into Guodong's arms, her demeanor completely unlike the tough, domineering woman Yafang used to know. Yafang sensed something was amiss; Shufen's transformation was likely related to Guodong. She didn't want to alert him; Shufen seemed to have forgotten her, and Guodong was unaware of her presence. Therefore, she decided to wait for her chance and make a stealthy, unannounced departure. Just as Ya-Fang was pondering, Guo-Dong spoke again: "How is it? Does your current outfit bring you unparalleled pleasure as a woman?"
"What pleasure..."
Upon hearing Guo-Dong's words, Shu-Fen unconsciously caressed her breasts, her stockinged legs, and almost reached her genitals. "Hehe... But before that, you have to fulfill your duties as a wife."
Guo-Dong's tone changed abruptly, becoming like an order to a subordinate. "What duties?"
Shu-Fen was still reveling in the incredibly wonderful feel of her underwear and stockings against her skin and didn't want to be interrupted by Guo-Dong's change in attitude. "It's giving your husband a blowjob."
Guodong spoke casually. "Are you crazy?"
Shufen couldn't believe her husband would say such a thing. "Hehe... A wife should be obedient, how can she resist?"
Guodong grabbed Shufen. Shufen tried to resist, but before she knew it, Guodong had touched her silk-stockinged legs, and her whole body went limp as if she'd been electrocuted... "Oh, it feels so good..."
Shufen couldn't help but moan. "It really is good. When a husband wants something, the wife will cooperate 100%. Isn't that perfect? Shufen, you should feel lucky. We've been married for two years, and I still get hard immediately when I see you all dressed up..."
Guodong began to caress Shufen, who, overwhelmed by his caresses, simply took off her short Zhongshan-style jacket, revealing her arms. "Hmm... But I'm your wife, not someone you can hire a prostitute for; I won't give you oral sex."
Shufen protested verbally, but her body continued to rub against Guodong more and more closely. “That’s true. Most wives are willing to provide some form of sexual service for their husbands, but you’re an exception… But soon, your mind has been almost completely transformed, and you’ll soon fully accept your new slave status.”
During the intense friction, Guodong’s penis gradually became erect. “What are you saying?”
Shufen heard some words unfavorable to her and tried to push Guodong away, but she was too absorbed in the passion of the caresses to exert any force. “Listen carefully, Shufen, let the silk threads of pleasure penetrate.”
Guodong suddenly whispered in her ear. In an instant, Shufen felt Guodong’s caresses, the pleasure amplified tenfold through her sexy lingerie and stockings, melting her sense of touch and numbing all her nerves… Shufen’s still surprised face instantly lost all expression, her body limp like a puppet, needing Guodong’s support to stand upright. Then she replied in a flat, monotone voice, "Shufen, my slutty sex slave, prepare to serve your master."
"That's my good girl."
He tried to get Shufen to stand on her own, then walked to the bedside and sat down, commanding, "Shufen, come here with your back to me, stick your butt out."
"Yes, Master."
Shufen walked to Guodong like a ghost, turned her back to him, bent over, and her buttocks naturally protruded in front of him. "Let me see if you're wearing the panties I requested."
"Yes, Master."
At his command, Shufen pulled up the hem of her dress until her entire buttocks were exposed. Shufen was wearing strappy stockings, and hidden beneath the lace trim was a thong that was as small and thin as could be. Yafang almost cried out when she saw this. She remembered discussing her thong with Shufen just two days prior. Shufen's attitude towards thongs was like this: "...Think about it, how can it be comfortable to have a string stuck between your buttocks, tightly wrapped around your private parts? I probably won't follow this trend, since it's both unhygienic and uncomfortable." "Great, such sexy clothing, so provocative... Shufen, tell me why you like this kind of clothing?"
Guodong stared intently at the thin crotch of Shufen's thong, pressed tightly against her private parts, almost perfectly revealing the shape of her petals. "Hmm... I like sex, I want sex anytime, anywhere, and this kind of clothing makes me feel sexy, makes me completely submit to my master... Because the more I obey my master, the more satisfied my desires become, and the more opportunities I have to reach orgasm."
Under hypnosis, Shufen's deeply ingrained beliefs were completely revealed without reservation. “Yes, through these subtle, almost imperceptible touches, at the very depths of your senses, I constantly stimulate and deepen your enslaved mind… Hehe, this is truly a great invention; I can’t help but praise myself.”
Guodong’s laughter grew increasingly wicked as his hand moved from Shufen’s calves, covered by stockings, down to her buttocks. “You like wearing them, I like looking at them; I love touching them, and you love being touched even more… Isn’t this the best of both worlds?”
Guodong suddenly turned his fingers, directly attacking Shufen’s private parts. After only a couple of touches, Shufen was already itching unbearably, almost bursting with desire. “Oh… Master, please possess me. I want the feeling of being truly and completely conquered…”
Shufen twisted her hips, reaching the height of lewdness. “Haha… Of course, but not now. Don’t worry, your wish will definitely come true soon.”
Guodong’s excitement grew even higher because of Shufen’s lewdness. His fingers rubbed Shufen’s petals through her thong a few more times, and Shufen’s nectar spread across the thin rope-like crotch, flowing out. Under the intense stimulation of waves of pleasure, Shufen was almost unable to support her hips and collapsed. Seeing this, Guodong nodded in satisfaction and commanded, "Shufen, turn around and give me a blowjob."
Upon receiving the instruction, Shufen happily turned around and knelt down, gently removing Guodong's outer pants and underwear. When Guodong's penis was presented before her, she was so excited that she almost orgasmed herself. "Ah, I've finally waited for this moment. Oral sex is truly the ultimate pleasure for a man... If every woman I fancy were willing to give me oral sex, how wonderful that would be."
Guodong tilted his head back, enjoying this most comfortable moment with satisfaction. Shufen lightly flicked her fingers and gently moved her hands. In no time, Guodong's little brother was already hard. Facing this thick iron pillar, Shufen seemed to be satisfied with her carefully crafted masterpiece. She played with it for a while before slowly inserting the penis into her warm mouth. "Oh oh oh..."
Guodong's cries were almost indistinguishable from those of a werewolf. Guodong's hardness startled even Shufen. In their many years of marriage, Shufen had never seen him so aroused. Knowing her service pleased her master, she worked even harder. However, her cherry-like mouth simply couldn't fully accommodate this enormous iron rod. "Oh, no, no, slower, slower..."
Shufen was working too hard, and Guodong couldn't resist. He then directed Shufen's inexperienced movements during her first oral sex session. Shufen did slow down, but she slowed down too much; Guodong's sensation was waning, and he was almost losing interest. "Hmm, it's like this, sometimes you need to tease the glans and the neck of the penis with your tongue..."
"Is that so?"
Before Guodong could finish speaking, Shufen did as he was told, lightly licking Guodong's glans with the tip of her tongue, then moving it back and forth along the neck of his penis. "Oh, yes, that's it... Now swallow it again..."
Guodong's sensitive areas were stimulated, and he immediately felt an intense pleasure again. "Yes, Master."
Shufen then put the iron rod back into her mouth. She'd finally figured it out; from now on, she could keep Guodong excited without him even needing to give her commands. Guodong enjoyed himself while simultaneously training her. But he hadn't expected his wife's "oral skills" to be so exceptional. Finally, when he couldn't hold back any longer, he grabbed Shufen's head and said, "Wife, I'm going to cum, hold on tight."
Then, he actually used Shufen's cherry-like mouth as a honeypot, thrusting wildly inside. A few times, Guodong's penis violently collided with Shufen's throat, almost suffocating her. However, she knew this was her master's most pleasurable moment, and no matter what, she had to endure it… "Ahhh…"
Like a driveshaft starting an engine, Guodong's force grew stronger and the frequency faster. Shufen eagerly fantasized that this would happen inside her honeypot… "I'm going to cum…swallow it all, don't leave a single drop…"
Guodong continued commanding, he had completely lost control of his lower body… (The text
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While Guodong was ejaculating and Shufen was still desperately swallowing his semen, Yafang secretly slipped out of the hotel. This scene was utterly terrifying for her. Long after she left the hotel, her heart was still pounding. She simply couldn't accept what she had witnessed; it was too horrifying. The clever and shrewd Shufen had transformed into Guodong's sex puppet.
But who else would know about this, only heaven and earth? She decided to go find Peiling first to discuss a plan. Peiling's phone remained unanswered, so Yafang, without thinking twice, went directly to Peiling's apartment.
It turned out Peiling was home, but when she answered the door, she was hurriedly tidying herself up. As soon as Pei-ling opened the door, Ya-fang immediately noticed the change in her attire: her usual chic, coarse linen clothes were gone. Today, Pei-ling was wearing a silk lace-trimmed crop top, and although she was still wearing jeans, the material had changed from a heavy, metallic style to a soft, form-fitting, and elegant style embroidered with floral prints. But what surprised Ya-fang even more was that Pei-ling's skin and hair had become exactly like Shu-fen's: her skin was crystal clear and dewy, and her hair was soft, shiny, and captivating. Combined with her already shapely figure, she now looked like a flawless porcelain doll in a shop window.
"So you were home. Why didn't you answer my calls?"
Ya-fang asked abruptly as she entered. "This…"
Pei-ling stammered, her face flushed and slightly breathless. Ya-fang assumed she had just finished exercising, but Ya-fang's sharp eyes immediately caught sight of what appeared to be some adult toys scattered on the sofa behind Pei-ling. Pei-ling knew Ya-fang was paying attention, so she quickly covered the scattered items on the sofa with cushions and casually asked, "We've known each other for so long, and you've never thought of visiting my house before. What happened?"
Pei-ling's question immediately brought back the shock she had felt earlier. Ya-fang ordered a cup of tea, drank it down in one gulp, and then calmed herself down to talk in detail. She then recounted everything she had seen and heard to Pei-ling. "Don't you think Guo-dong used some kind of illusion to control and change Shu-fen's mind and behavior?"
Ya-fang added after describing the situation. "Hmm... but it could also be a private matter between husband and wife. Maybe their interaction adds more spice... Your explanation is too far-fetched,"
Pei-ling offered a different perspective. "Is that so?"
Ya-fang felt somewhat disappointed that Pei-ling didn't agree with her. However, she still emphasized firmly, "Next time you meet Sister Shufen, please keep an eye on him for me. And that Guodong, watch out for him."
"I know,"
Peiling replied with a smile, "I'm just embarrassed to say it because he's Sister Shufen's husband, but he's definitely not a good person."
Peiling's tone was mostly flirtatious, and she didn't take Yafang's words seriously. Since she wasn't interested, Yafang changed the subject: "By the way, your skin and hair look amazing. Have you had any treatments recently?"
"Hmm, I think I went to a skincare and hair salon that Sister Shufen recommended..."
Peiling answered, but she felt extremely uneasy. She couldn't even remember when she went with Shufen, and the beauty salon seemed like a scene from a dream, not something that existed in the real world. "I should get business cards when I go to a new place..."
The casual and careless Peiling started looking for business cards all over the room as she spoke. Just then, the phone rang. "Ya-Fang, please look for it in my room. It should be in the pocket of one of my coats."
Because Shu-Fen and Pei-Ling's skin and hair had become so stunning, Ya-Fang couldn't resist the temptation to visit the beauty center. Before Pei-Ling could finish her instructions, she rushed into Pei-Ling's room. "Hello..."
Pei-Ling picked up the phone, but after only one answer, the other person said something, and her body relaxed as if weightless, her facial muscles relaxing to the point of being unable to make any expression. It was as if her soul had been ripped away in an instant, leaving only her shell answering the phone... Ya-Fang was immediately startled when she entered Pei-Ling's room. On Pei-Ling's bed lay a nurse's uniform jumpsuit, with several unopened packs of high-end sheer stockings scattered beside it. Ya-fang couldn't help but recall that night at Shu-fen's party, when Pei-ling excitedly declared her opposition to the hospital's complete switch to skirt uniforms, and the playful face she made when she said, "Wearing skirts makes you look like a lady;
wearing stockings is too sticky." After a flurry of activity, Ya-fang had practically searched every pocket of Pei-ling's outer garments. Finally, she gave in; Pei-ling, with her utterly undisciplined private life, had a negligible chance of finding anything she lost. Ya-fang emerged from Pei-ling's room, and before she could even speak, she froze at the sight before her: Pei-ling lay naked on the sofa, her legs spread wide, a thick, long dildo moving inside her. Her juices were flowing everywhere. Upon seeing Ya-fang, Pei-ling remembered to greet her: "Ya-fang... I'm sorry, I couldn't resist when I saw you..."
Her breath was heavy, and Ya-fang couldn't understand what she was saying. “Ya-Fang, you’re so alluring… It’s been so painful to be friends with you for so long, yet I haven’t dared to sleep with you, you know?”
The dildo churned inside her, the thrusting becoming increasingly vigorous. This sounded like something only Cheng Liang would dare to say. Ya-Fang couldn’t believe her eyes and ears. It all came so suddenly. Even if Pei-Ling was a genuine lesbian, she should have been allowed to process this fact gradually. “I’m not a lesbian…”
Pei-Ling seemed to sense Ya-Fang’s doubts and clarified, “I react to both men and women… it’s just that among women, especially when I see you…”
Pei-Ling’s masturbation became more intense, as if she was about to reach orgasm. Her body twisted and curled up on the sofa, enjoying the intense pleasure, even making Ya-Fang, standing beside her, breathe rapidly. "Ugh... Ya-fang, I really want to poke you... You know what? The more you enjoy being poked, the more I enjoy it..."
Pei-ling's seemingly painful yet satisfied expression made Ya-fang feel extremely uneasy. "Stop talking..."
Ya-fang was on the verge of collapse. However, Pei-ling really couldn't say anything more; all her energy was focused on panting and moaning. Ya-fang locked herself back in Pei-ling's room, leaning against the door, unable to calm herself for a long time. Her best friend actually had inappropriate thoughts about her; Shu-fen's warning had come true, something she hadn't expected. However, thinking about Shu-fen's situation, her mind was in complete chaos. The last person she could think of now was Cheng-liang. Although she extremely didn't want to see him, or even speak to him. However, she still took out her phone… “Ah, Ya-fang, it’s you.”
Cheng-liang’s delight was evident in his voice as soon as he received Ya-fang’s call: “How have you been?”
“Not very well…”
Ya-fang didn’t bother with any pleasantries and immediately recounted how she had seen Shu-fen that morning and Pei-ling just now. “This…”
Cheng-liang seemed a little nervous after listening, but dared not say anything: “This is a private expression of your desires, girls, and I shouldn’t comment…”
Privately, however, he was happy for Guo-dong because of Shu-fen’s change and hoped he could have a girlfriend with a high sex drive like Pei-ling. “What?”
Ya-fang became furious: “Don’t you think your best friend Guo-dong is behind this? Humph, men are all in cahoots.”
“No, that’s not it, Ya-fang… This sounds too far-fetched. I need some time to process this… If Guo-dong really has committed any crime, we must carefully verify it. Calling the police rashly like this won’t convince anyone.”
Cheng-liang tried his best to smooth things over. “Sigh, never mind, maybe I’m just too tired.”
After being denied by both Pei-ling and Cheng-liang, Ya-fang was somewhat disheartened. “Ya-fang, are you alright? Can I come see you?”
Cheng-liang asked, showing concern while also using the opportunity to get closer to her. “Hmm, we’ll see… I have something to do, bye.”
Ya-fang hurriedly hung up the phone, letting out a heavy sigh. At this moment, Pei-ling’s moans outside had stopped, so Ya-fang curiously opened the door to peek out. She saw Pei-ling still completely naked, the dildo still inserted inside her. However, she sat upright on the sofa, her empty, soulless eyes occasionally flashing with a greedy lust for orgasm as she occasionally twisted her lower body, receiving waves of pleasure from the dildo. "Pei-ling, what's wrong? Are you alright?"
Ya-fang asked with concern. However, Pei-ling ignored Ya-fang's approach. Aside from a blank expression, only the occasional flash of lustful satisfaction crossed her face. "She's fine, but she's currently under a state of being brainwashed and manipulated by aphrodisiacs, so her reaction to external stimuli is very slow, or even nonexistent."
Suddenly, a man's voice came from the kitchen. Ya-fang turned sharply and saw Guo-dong gulping down a can of beverage. "How did you get in?"
Ya-fang was terrified, but she managed to regain her composure and pointed at Guo-dong's nose, accusingly, "It's you, I knew it was you... What did you do to Sister Shu-fen? Are you using the same method on Pei-ling now?"
"It's such a waste that a big-breasted beauty like Pei-ling has lesbian tendencies."
Guo-dong finished his drink in two gulps and explained calmly, "I just wanted to correct her thinking and help her unleash her natural desire to serve men."
"You're disgusting and perverted to the extreme... What do you want?"
As Guo-dong walked out of the kitchen, Ya-fang unconsciously took two steps back. She secretly measured the triangle between the door, Guo-dong, and herself, and didn't think escape was possible. In despair, she could only try to maneuver and wait for an opportunity. "I don't want anything, I just want you to become a loyal sex slave to men, just like them. Heh... I originally wanted to deal with them one by one, but you discovered the secret too quickly; curiosity killed the cat."
Guo-dong smiled sinisterly, seemingly confident in his plan. While Guodong was lost in his own dreams, Yafang took off running. She hoped this surprise would help her reach the door first. But Guodong had no intention of chasing her. He simply cleared his throat and said softly, "Yafang, listen carefully, *silk thread of lust*."
Suddenly, Yafang felt the room brighten, a white light instantly filling her vision, and her body felt light and airy. When the light returned to its original level, she found herself completely out of control of her body. Seeing Yafang standing frozen at the door, Guodong approached her with satisfaction: "Forgot? Yafang, after I brought Chengliang back from the party that night, I hypnotized you, Shufen, and Peiling."
Yafang's heart was bleeding. Her ability to move seemed to be sealed by a spell; no matter how hard she tried, she remained motionless, staring blankly at Guodong. Guodong glanced at the naked, dazed Peiling, then at the horrified, frozen Yafang, as if admiring a mannequin in a department store window. Then he commanded, "Yafang, sit on the sofa."
"You're dreaming!" Yafang thought to herself, but her feet moved on their own, her inner turmoil unabated, her body already sitting upright on the sofa. "Remember my argument about underwear and stockings at the party? My little invention was initially just meant to help women love wearing these things, but I never imagined it would also have aphrodisiac and manipulative functions, so I did further research..."
As he spoke, Guodong pulled a syringe and a small vial of medicine from his pocket. Yafang couldn't speak or move; this completely helpless situation was terrifying. Guodong continued to boast about his invention, but Yafang, her mind already numb, couldn't hear a single word. “It was very successful on Shufen; her transformation is almost complete now…”
He put down the syringe and medicine bottle, then began to knead Peiling’s enormous breasts. Upon being touched, Peiling immediately moaned with pleasure. Guodong then laughed, “But a man’s desires are endless. How could I possibly give up the opportunity to manipulate her two beautiful friends?”
He picked up the syringe and medicine bottle again, drew some medicine into the syringe, then pulled up Yafang’s arm, took an alcohol swab from another small bottle, and rubbed it on the veins in Yafang’s arm. He was clearly prepared. “Don’t worry, there won’t be any pain during the process.”
Guodong then injected the medicine. “In terms of both face and figure, I think you’re better than Shufen and Peiling… No wonder Chengliang is so devoted to you.”
The aphrodisiac quickly spread throughout Yafang’s body via the bloodstream, especially under the skin. Yafang was so itchy that she almost jumped off the sofa.
After everything calmed down, Ya-fang felt that her skin sensitivity was several times higher than usual. At this moment, Guo-dong took out a set of sexy lingerie and thongs from Pei-ling's room, as well as a pair of brand-new sheer stockings that he had just opened. Then, he began to undress Ya-fang, who was completely unable to resist. "What are you doing?" Ya-fang questioned sternly in her heart, feeling extremely ashamed and upset. However, when Guo-dong undressed her, causing the clothes to rub against her skin more intensely, Ya-fang suddenly found that her sensitive touch could not bear the rough linen and cotton fabric of her clothes. Instead, she somewhat hoped that Guo-dong would remove them completely. In a short while, Ya-fang was naked in front of Guo-dong.
Guo-dong had always heard Cheng-liang praise Ya-fang's figure, but today he was truly amazed, because even Cheng-liang had never seen Ya-fang naked. Her body was like a masterpiece sculpted by heaven, the epitome of every man's ideal sex symbol, and the ultimate model every woman aspired to be. As Guodong swallowed hard, he noticed Ya Fang's pores beginning to shrink, and hair, except for her head and genitals, was starting to fall out. These signs told him the aphrodisiac stockings had successfully taken effect. He picked up the stockings and gently ran them across Ya Fang's face. "Ah, what a feeling..." As the nylon silk lightly brushed against Ya Fang's face, an irresistible joy stirred within her.
Ya Fang had a kind of drug-like addiction, believing the gentle kiss of the stockings to be the most wonderful touch in the world. "Do you like it?"
Guodong circled the stockings around Ya Fang's face a few times, then moved them down her neck, across her arms, chest, and abdomen. So wherever the stockings lightly touched, Ya-fang felt her skin involuntarily twitch and tremble slightly, as if driven by an indescribable sensuality. Seeing Ya-fang's dazed expression, Guo-dong knew she was completely aroused. He then focused the swaying of the stockings on Ya-fang's lower body, sweeping from her waist down her hips and thighs to her toes. After several such washes, Ya-fang was so captivated that she couldn't bear the gentle touch of the nylon stockings on her lower body for even a moment. "Relax, be obedient… the more relaxed you are, the more obedient you'll be…"
Guodong carefully followed the rhythm of Yafang's breathing, giving her appropriate hypnotic suggestions. Yafang, intoxicated by the exquisite touch of her skin, had already lost all willpower, simply following Guodong's guidance to endlessly relax herself. After Yafang slowly closed her eyes, Guodong placed stockings on her legs, then picked up a sexy bra with lace and openwork details, covering Yafang's perfectly shaped breasts, gently rubbing them: "A bra will make you sexy, your breasts hopelessly love the bra, the sexier the style, the sexier you are... so wearing a sexy bra will make you incredibly sexy." "
Yes, I want to be sexy, I crave sexiness..."
Yafang couldn't help but moan. The sexy bra, made of a blend of silk and gauze, made her unconsciously thrust her chest forward, even her nipples becoming slightly swollen and hard. Finally, Guodong picked up a thong, spread Yafang's legs, and gently rubbed her genitals with the crotch of the thong. In an instant, unparalleled pleasure emanated from Ya Fang's private parts, her petals quickly becoming red and slightly wet. "Oh...oh...oh..."
Ya Fang's series of moans made it impossible for Guo Dong to continue his hypnotic suggestions. Finally, Ya Fang calmed down a little, and Guo Dong said, "The pleasure produced by the restraint of the thong is what you've been dreaming of. The greater the restraint, the greater the pleasure. For such intense pleasure, you will be very obedient and compliant..."
"Yes, I want pleasure. For pleasure, I will be obedient and compliant..."
Ya Fang's body convulsed uncontrollably, even her voice trembled. In a few moments, the sexy bra covering her breasts and the glass stockings covering her legs were shaken off and fell to the ground. At this moment, Guodong suddenly stopped pulling at her private parts with his thong and said softly, "All pleasures are nothing compared to the orgasm your master gives you. For the orgasm, you will be absolutely obedient and completely submissive to your master."
"Mmm... For the orgasm your master gives me, I will absolutely listen to your master and completely obey your master."
Ya Fang, who had lost the ability to think independently, was simply immersed in her own fantasies of orgasm for the sake of her body, desperately repeating Guodong's words. After that, Guodong seemed to say something else, and with each sentence, Ya Fang became more and more sleepy. Before her consciousness completely disappeared, her mind was filled with the same words: "For the orgasm your master gives me, I will be absolutely obedient and completely submissive..." When Ya Fang
slowly
woke up, it was already late at night. She couldn't remember anything about what happened yesterday. It seemed that she had been too tired from working on the company lately, so she wanted to go for a walk to rest. But she had no recollection of where she went, who she met, or what happened. Regardless of yesterday's rights and wrongs, she shook her head, trying to break the bad habit of staying in bed. But as soon as she threw back the covers and got out of bed, she startled herself: she had slept completely naked last night. "Why didn't I wear pajamas?" Ya-fang wondered. A gentle breeze brought a slight chill. She shivered, wanting to quickly slip into the bathroom. However, just as she passed the vanity mirror, she was startled again. The image in the mirror could be considered herself, or it could not; her skin was smooth and delicate, displaying incredible elasticity. Her hair was soft and flowing, shimmering with a delicate sheen. All the body hair seemed to have vanished. Even the pubic hair was meticulously groomed, as if it had been carefully styled.
Now, with the alluring, voluptuous figure she had cultivated for her modeling career, even the most glamorous goddesses in paintings or heavily edited photographs couldn't compare to the stunning beauty she saw in the mirror. Avon stood before the mirror for a long while before reluctantly leaving. What a feeling! She was actually captivated by her own beauty.
All women, to some extent, lament some flaws in their figure or appearance, but now, the woman in the mirror was flawless and impeccable. She was both happy and worried. "What did I do?" Avon wondered as she washed herself in the bathroom, still unable to understand this sudden transformation. But when water splashed on her face, she suddenly understood why she had been sleeping naked: with her current sensitive skin, she could no longer tolerate those coarse cotton pajamas; they would definitely affect her sleep quality. She had gone to great lengths to find some higher-quality silk and cotton fabrics. Previously, she had been frugal and didn't care much about her appearance.
Now that she was starting a business and becoming a businesswoman, she naturally needed to have some style. She needed a presentable storefront, and it was also time to treat herself well. Ya-fang hadn't scheduled any activities today; she needed time to organize materials for the first shareholders' meeting in a few days. She was too young; investors wouldn't take her seriously, so she had to be well-prepared.
She was still racking her brains, debating what to sell and what inventory to stock for her first store. Thinking about this, she sighed softly. Although she was young, she wasn't exactly young anymore. If only a Prince Charming appeared now… Ya-fang unconsciously began to recall her past relationships. Because she was so beautiful, she always had a ton of suitors, no matter where she was.
However, she had very few memorable experiences with men. Finally, the image that surfaced in her mind was Cheng Liang. She shook her head, finding it somewhat laughable. Cheng Liang was at best a good work partner; they'd never even had a formal date. Humans are strange creatures; spending so much time together automatically fosters feelings.
Given the size of Cheng Liang's photography studio, his chances of making a supermodel famous were slim. Ya Fang was indeed a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity for him. Actually, Ya Fang didn't have much prejudice against Cheng Liang in other aspects; it was just that he was too infatuated with her looks and figure. This made Ya Fang strongly question his motives for wanting to date him, categorizing him as one of those so-called "superficial" suitors. But what man wouldn't be superficial upon seeing her appearance, wouldn't become a member of the "looks-matter" club? He certainly wasn't a real man. Just as Ya Fang was finishing her breakfast, her phone rang. It was Cheng Liang calling. Ya Fang hesitated for a moment, then answered. They were just splitting up, not breaking up as lovers; she really didn't need to avoid him all the time.
"Are you alright? Your hysterical conversation yesterday was really scary."
The moment the call connected, Cheng Liang's concerned voice came through. "Conversation? What conversation?"
Ya Fang was completely bewildered. "You said Guo Dong was plotting something."
Cheng Liang then recounted everything Ya Fang had told him the day before. "Did that happen? I don't remember..."
Ya Fang vaguely recalled encountering Shu Fen at Guo Dong's newly opened hotel; Shu Fen was indeed dressed as a flight attendant, preparing to return to work at the airline. But she couldn't recall the part where Shu Fen performed oral sex on Guo Dong. She wondered why Cheng Liang would joke like that with her. Cheng Liang was silent for a moment on the other end of the line. Since Ya Fang denied it, he didn't press the matter. However, because of Ya Fang's phone call yesterday, he started thinking about her again. Unable to contain his loneliness, he mustered his courage and asked, "Ya Fang, are you free today? Let's meet and chat."
"I'm not free today, let's talk another time," Ya Fang was about to say, but for some reason, she replied, "Okay, I'll come to your studio to find you later."
"Great! I'm working on some porn at my studio and waiting for you."
Cheng Liang was overjoyed and immediately started planning how to cancel his already packed work schedule for the day. "Hey, Cheng Liang, have you found a beautiful girlfriend who loves wearing sexy lingerie, thongs, and stockings yet?"
Ya Fang teased him deliberately. "Ah, so you still remember."
Upon hearing this, Cheng Liang immediately regretted his drunken outburst at Guo Dong's house last time: "No, but if you feel it's a little strange to meet me alone, we can find someone else..."
He somewhat understood what Ya-fang wanted to ask. "No need for that, I was just joking. See you later, bye-bye."
As long as they both understood this meeting was just a get-together of old friends, not a date, Ya-fang felt much more at ease. However, strangely, after she put away her phone, her breasts felt slightly swollen, and her nipples slightly erect. "Sexy lingerie" seemed like a very provocative term. Then, a T-shaped image kept flashing through her mind. She unconsciously started picking at her groin with her fingers, almost reaching her anus… Ya-fang suddenly snapped out of it, thankful this indecent act wasn't happening in public. But as she touched herself, she increasingly wanted to expose her legs, even though she wasn't wearing jeans today, but rather loose casual trousers. "Hmm, sexy bras, thongs, and stockings…"
Ya-fang murmured to herself, repeating the phrase over and over, feeling incredibly aroused. She finally realized what was wrong. The sensitive touch of her legs couldn't be completely sealed off by long pants. It wasn't that she loved showing off her beautiful legs; she just wanted her skin to breathe freely. If only something could amplify that wonderful tactile sensation that wafted in the breeze. Thinking it over, she imagined the gentle kiss of nylon silk… "Yes, that's the feeling…" Afang's desire grew stronger with each thought, but she searched high and low, practically turning the whole house upside down, but couldn't find a single pair of stockings. She asked herself incredulously, why she had never enjoyed wearing stockings before. With the same feeling, she couldn't find any sexy lingerie, let alone thongs.
All the underwear in her wardrobe consisted of plain, uninteresting cotton pieces. Afang's mood plummeted. Usually, when she met up with friends and went shopping, she'd just wear a t-shirt and jeans. Today, even if she couldn't enjoy the lingerie she wanted, at least some sexy outerwear would be nice. However, after rummaging through the clothes, she only found a linen jumpsuit.
She never imagined that her hatred of wearing dresses was comparable to Pei-ling's. Thinking of this, she suddenly remembered visiting Pei-ling yesterday. Pei-ling, who also hated dresses, had a nurse's jumpsuit on her bed yesterday. Some parts of yesterday's memory seemed to have been ripped out; no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't recall them.
But then there was Shu-fen's flight attendant outfit, the nurse's jumpsuit on Pei-ling's bed, and her own attitude of wearing a jumpsuit today. Ya-fang began to seriously recall what Cheng-liang had said earlier. However, for some reason, whenever Ya-fang thought about this, her head throbbed terribly, as if it were about to split open, making it impossible to think effectively. So she gave up, lightly applied foundation and blush in front of the mirror,
then casually applied eyeshadow and lipstick, and was off to go. Ya-fang felt quite proud of this; beautiful people look good no matter what they wear. After completely forgetting that strange worry, her headache naturally disappeared. Not long after, Ya Fang arrived at Cheng Liang's studio. Upon seeing Ya Fang, Cheng Liang was stunned, speechless for a long time. Ya Fang was actually wearing a skirt! Although the hem was almost knee-length, not revealing her thighs, and although there wasn't the nylon fabric that Cheng Liang had been longing for glimpsing her legs, the exposed, fair and delicate lines were enough to make Cheng Liang's nose bleed and his mouth water uncontrollably. What moved Cheng Liang even more was the change in Ya Fang's skin and hair. From his professional perspective, Ya Fang's current condition could save a lot of time on lighting. From his erotic perspective, Ya Fang's current appearance was something that would make any man unable to resist touching, no matter which part of her body. "Ya Fang, how come you didn't maintain such hair and skin when you were a model? You're the envy of countless supermodels now,"
Cheng Liang praised, his gaze still unable to leave Ya Fang's alluring figure. "Yeah, at Guodong's party the other day, Sister Shufen introduced Peiling and me to a beauty and skincare center she found. It was really great, and now Shufen and Peiling are doing the same as me."
Yafang blurted out her experience without thinking, an experience she couldn't recall at all when she woke up that morning. "Oh? Where is it? I definitely have to recommend it to the models I work with."
Seeing Yafang's current state, Chengliang became even more eager. "Where is it..."
Yafang scratched her head, unable to even remember what the beauty center looked like. “Never mind, I’ll tell you when you remember, or I can just ask Shufen directly.”
Chengliang didn’t want to confuse Yafang’s memory, but when he mentioned Shufen, he asked thoughtfully, “I was drunk that day, and after Guodong drove me home, I haven’t seen him since. I can’t reach him by phone or cell phone either. What is he busy with?”
“He’s probably enjoying going back to single life.”
Yafang said without hesitation, “Sister Shufen went back to being a flight attendant. Although she’s still doing ground service, she’ll be flying soon… That lecherous Guodong will definitely find an opportunity to go out and have a good time soon.” Yafang
’s words in this part coincided with what she had said when she called Chengliang for help yesterday. However, knowing Yafang’s traditional and conservative personality, Chengliang was embarrassed to bring up again the story Yafang told him on the phone about Shufen acting as a sex slave and giving Guodong oral sex. Although he hadn’t seen it with his own eyes, such a story coming from a beautiful woman still had a tantalizing and unforgettable effect. However, Ya Fang's mention of "indulging in pleasure"
reminded Cheng Liang of Guo Dong's invitation that night. Although he was already quite drunk, Guo Dong's words were still quite forceful. He had mentioned that there would be unexpected beauties for him to embrace. Of course, when he asked Ya Fang in return, he omitted the part about "embracing unexpected beauties": "Guo Dong seemed to have mentioned to me that he'd invite a few of us to his newly opened hotel for drinks and fun in a few days… Will you be going too?"
"I think so,"
Ya Fang stammered. She couldn't remember much of what happened at the party that day; alcohol was truly a love-hate thing. "But what's so fun about hotels? They're just legal places for men to play with women,"
she said dismissively. "Hmm… where do you want to go today?"
Cheng Liang quickly changed the subject. It was rare for Ya Fang to be so kind, and he didn't want to ruin the harmony by bringing up something so sensitive. "Don't you like sexy lingerie, thongs, and stockings?"
Ya Fang asked, seemingly serious yet teasing. "How about we go shopping at some lingerie boutiques?"
"Ah, well..."
Cheng Liang hesitated, a grown man going to such places. However, he was also surprised by Ya Fang's change in taste towards lingerie. Half-heartedly, he reluctantly went with Ya Fang. This day was a truly magical and wonderful one for Cheng Liang. He had a beautiful woman by his side and enjoyed a dazzling array of sexy boutiques. Even more interesting was that Ya Fang would ask Cheng Liang's opinion on every bra, thong, or stocking she picked out. This gave Cheng Liang the illusion that Ya Fang's selection of lingerie was for him.
So, although he couldn't accompany her to the fitting room to try things on, he couldn't help but fantasize about Ya Fang walking the lingerie runway. Just thinking about it made his little brother restless. Shopping with a girl is usually exhausting, but the visual stimulation made Cheng Liang's excitement outweigh all the fatigue.
Especially since Ya Fang didn't just browse lingerie boutiques; she also went on a shopping spree, buying numerous dresses, jumpsuits, suits, miniskirts, and other feminine outerwear. Cheng Liang was smug about Ya Fang's transformation. However, he also felt a pang of disappointment, because Ya Fang was no longer working with him, and he might not have the chance to see these clothes again. Just being near Ya Fang, smelling her hair and body fragrance, was enough to make Cheng Liang's mind race with lust. If he couldn't control himself and still had to gentlemanly hope for another chance to see Ya Fang, then the only thing he could do now was to go home, lock himself in his room, and masturbate to cool down his already overheated body.
As evening fell, Cheng Liang, carrying large bags for Ya Fang and barely managing to suppress his nosebleed, was desperately trying to find a restaurant with both great atmosphere and delicious food when Ya Fang suddenly said she had other plans for the evening and prepared to leave. At Cheng Liang's insistence, Ya Fang let him carry the bags back to her apartment. However, she didn't intend to invite him in. She took the things home, but kept Cheng Liang out the door.
"Accompanying a girl shopping for lingerie, what an interesting day,"
Cheng Liang wasn't lying, but being kept out by Ya Fang felt like his penis was being tightly bound. "So? Did it satisfy your cravings?"
Ya Fang casually picked out two newly bought sexy bras and thongs, waving them in front of Cheng Liang. "Sigh, it would be even better if I could see you wearing them,"
Cheng Liang stared intently at the lingerie in Ya Fang's hands, then occasionally stole glances at her legs. "Goodnight, Mr. Wu."
Ya Fang realized she had gone too far and wanted to escape quickly. With a 'bang,' she slammed the door shut before Cheng Liang could react. Poor Cheng Liang could only swallow his drooling desire once again. He stood at the door of Ya Fang's residence for a long time before reluctantly leaving. After closing the door, Ya Fang immediately and impatiently took all her 'spoils' of the day to the wardrobe and hung them up.
Then she took out her most beloved set of underwear, the one that Cheng Liang had drooled over the most, and prepared to change into it. The wonderful feeling she had experienced while trying it on during the day was still lingering in her mind. But for some reason, after she took off all her clothes and picked up the bra, no matter how hard she tried, she just couldn't put it on. What was going on? Ya Fang was stunned. It seemed as if another voice inside her was preventing her from wearing any of the clothes she had bought that day. Ya Fang was heartbroken. The more she wanted to wear them, the more her hunger gnawed at her, driving her to the brink of madness. Her undeniable sexiness made her want to masturbate if she couldn't wear them. But just as she was at her wit's end, she glanced at the wall clock. "Six-fifteen." Ya-fang was puzzled.
She seemed to have nothing to do that evening, so why was she in such a hurry to get rid of Cheng-liang?
Now, she couldn't even wear the things she bought, and the constant urge to masturbate only made her feel empty and lonely. She recalled how Cheng-liang had obediently followed her around shopping earlier that day, and suddenly found this young man rather endearing. Now that she and Cheng-liang weren't working together, she could freely contact him whenever she wanted, and avoid meeting him whenever she didn't.
Facing Cheng-liang with this attitude made her feel much more relaxed. As for whether this counted as dating, Ya-fang felt there was no need to limit herself; she'd deal with how things would develop later. And so, she sat naked at the dining table, waiting until six-thirty. Suddenly remembering something, she casually threw on some light casual clothes and went out to find a fast food restaurant for dinner.
After dinner, she immediately set off to find Pei-ling. Throughout this process, Ya-fang acted without thinking; it seemed entirely spontaneous. She didn't question why she suddenly wanted to find Pei-ling, but found her own action amusing. She had never wanted to visit Pei-ling's place before; this silly girl's house was always a mess, which she couldn't stand. She vaguely felt that she had seen Pei-ling yesterday, but she couldn't recall why. It wasn't surprising that close friends gathered together, gossiping and chatting. But if they had just met yesterday, they should have already finished gossiping. Ya-fang didn't think too much about it; she decided to find Pei-ling first.

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