[Dubai Exposure Diary] (01-12) (Complete) Author: Smilence

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Chapter 1

Damn Zipper The weather is fantastic today. From the 28th floor, Palm Jumeirah isn't fully
visible , but the villas and vegetation on each palm leaf are clearly visible. It's said that it
costs over $100 a year to keep a tree alive in Dubai. Looking at all this green below, it's truly luxurious! White
yachts are moored nearby, and in the distance, the red and white arched shape of the Atlantis Hotel almost glitters in the sun.

However, even with such good weather, the island won't see me. When I visited last month, I could see this building,
but from a distance, I could only barely count the floors. What's inside is definitely impossible to see. This put me a little
at ease; surely no one would be bored enough to search every building with a high-powered telescope.

But maybe they are, who knows?

Just like who would expect to find a
naked ? Sitting behind my desk, my bare bottom facing Palm Island, separated by a glass wall, the chair
was soaked.

My white shirt was still buttoned up properly, though. Since the area in front of the desk was enclosed,
and I was the only one in the office, unless someone went around behind the desk, they wouldn't notice anything unusual except my increasingly red face.

I didn't do it on purpose.

An hour earlier, after using the restroom, I was about to zip up the zipper of my black business shorts,
but something—a loose thread—got stuck, and the zipper suddenly came undone.

I tried to put it back on, several times to no avail.

Afraid of being seen and laughed at, I carried it back to the office by my arm.

But as soon as I let go, the skirt opened again.

I simply took it off and examined it, trying again and again, but still no luck. Fortunately, the finance director and another colleague were at the construction
site distributing wages and wouldn't be back that afternoon,
leaving me, the cashier, alone in the office, so no one noticed anything amiss.

But I forgot, I also had to distribute wages; headquarters was collecting their paychecks from me today.

I was still examining my skirt when someone knocked on my desk: "Sister Qing, payday!"
I jumped in surprise and quickly covered my thighs with the skirt.

It was Xiao Xie. I pretended to be angry: "How many times have I told you to knock before entering the finance office! If you do this
again believe me, I won't pay you!" Xiao Xie quickly begged for forgiveness: "Sister Qing, I'm sorry, but I know you're so kind
, you wouldn't be so cruel." Oh, he's got a nerve.

But it seems I'll have to deal with him next time.

I could only pull out the ledger, calculate his wages, take out cash from the drawer, pay him,
and then tell him to call the next person.

The skirt definitely couldn't be fixed anytime soon. I kept it on my legs, but I was still very nervous, sitting
in the chair, afraid to move. I could vaguely feel fluid leaking from my vagina. What if the skirt accidentally fell to the ground?
Should I pick it up or not? And sure enough, my fears came true. With my legs twitching, the skirt
fell to the ground.

I was calculating salaries for Mr. Wu, but he didn't seem to notice. I, however, jerked slightly, my mind
suddenly going blank. I slumped onto the table to regain my composure and continued calculating.

This time, Mr. Wu noticed: "Xiao Qing, are you alright? Why is your face so red? Do you have a fever?"
I told him I was fine, and continued calculating until he signed the papers and gave them to him.

After paying the salaries of over a dozen people, I breathed a sigh of relief, stood up, and stretched.
But , I felt water running down my thighs from my buttocks.

I looked down—oh my god! I thought it was just a little water, but my underwear was completely soaked
, and there was a huge puddle on the chair. I hadn't even noticed it because of the tension.

Since no one was in the office, I simply took off my underwear.

I remembered my friend Mana in Africa, who once made a pact with us to wear only one
shirt to work. Thinking about it, she was so brave. It's been two years since I've seen her; I wonder how she's doing now.

"Maybe I should try imitating her," I thought, tossing my skirt and underwear aside and sitting upright in the chair, even pretending to be
angry like her when she was giving an expense report.

Looking back, I saw Palm Island, which I see every day, with a subway station nearby and
a swimming pool on the roof of a nearby building.

My vagina started leaking again.

Just then, the office door opened, and it was none other than the chairman! I wanted to stand up,
but I didn't dare.

The chairman spoke first: "Xiaoqing, Mr. Wu said you weren't feeling well, is that right?" Seriously, Mr. Wu
has to tell the boss about this? I said, "No, I'm fine. Thank you for your concern, Chairman!" The chairman said,
"That's good. Then why did you calculate Mr. Wu's salary wrong?" So that was the real reason. I
stammered , unable to say that I made a mistake because my skirt fell to the ground and I panicked.

"I'm sorry, Chairman, I'll recalculate it and promise not to make this mistake again." I promised not to pay salaries naked
again .

The chairman wasn't finished: "Young man, so careless. Come to my office for a moment." He turned
to leave.

Oh my god, the chairman can't just see me wearing a skirt like this, but going out naked is even worse!
That wouldn't just be a payroll error. What should I do? What should I do? The chairman was about to leave when he turned around and saw I wasn't
moving. "What's wrong? Hurry up!" I took out my laptop, an idea forming in my mind. My usual
laptop is an A4 size, quite large. I held it with both hands, letting it hang naturally at my lower abdomen, head down, perfectly
covering what should have been my skirt. Although it wasn't actually as long as a skirt, it wasn't noticeable unless someone was looking closely
.

I followed the chairman out the door, only to realize the problem: although the boss's office was
next to our finance office, we still had to go through a corridor. What if someone suddenly appeared from behind? In this
country, streaking could be punishable by stoning! I hesitated, and the boss had already entered his office. Luckily,
there was no one in the corridor. I ran a few steps and rushed into the office.

Of course, the laptop was still blocking my way.

The boss sat down behind his desk and gestured for me to sit opposite him. I had no choice but to bend my knees and sit down.
I only moved the laptop upstairs after making sure the boss couldn't see it.

Before I was even finished, the boss started lecturing me: "Young people, it's not that you can't make mistakes, but how could you make
such a basic one? You're so careless… You need to cherish your work…" Of course, I
didn't really hear a word he said; I was worried about what would happen if someone came in to report something to the boss
.

Luckily, no one did, and the boss didn't say much: "You know you made a mistake, right? Be more careful next time. Go
tell Mr. Wu to recalculate his salary." I nodded in agreement.

I moved the laptop down again, slowly stood up, and backed out the door.

I still needed to talk to Mr. Wu, but his technical department office was usually full of people;
going in like this would be suicide. I walked to the technical department entrance, and sure enough, there were four men inside.
Luckily, Mr. Wu's seat was right by the door.

I held the laptop and apologized: "I'm sorry, Mr. Wu, I'll recalculate your salary and bring it to you
later." I thought to myself, "Who told you to sign it without even calculating it first?"

Of course, I was more worried about someone suddenly coming in or leaving.

How embarrassing! I was naked in the office of several people. What if one of them came out to get a glass of water
or go to the restroom and found out? What would happen then? Would they all come together? Most people who come to Dubai
are alone; I can't even imagine.

However, the tech guys in the department didn't seem to notice a beautiful woman at the door; they were all
busy with their computers.

As usual, I quickly left and ran back to my office. Luckily, there was no one in the hallway.

I quickly recalculated; it turned out he had deducted the advance money twice. I put on a short skirt (my underwear was already wet,
but that was fine), fastened it with a safety pin, and then delivered the money—it was already time to leave work.

Chapter Two:

Rooftop Naked Swimming. Dubai's apartments have a nice design; almost every building has a swimming pool on its rooftop
. Our building had one.

So we often went swimming on the rooftop at night.

Although I didn't learn how in Africa, after returning home, I found a boyfriend who worked at a swimming pool, and I crammed,
so I finally stopped drowning.

I first learned backstroke, then freestyle. After a few laps, I got a little tired and wanted
to rest by the pool.

But I wasn't lying in the right spot. The pool had running water, with water flowing out from the bottom and inlets on the side, and
I was right next to one of them. The water was quite strong, hitting my crotch directly.

Even through the bikini, the water was still tickling my crotch, but it felt really good.

So I turned slightly to the side so the water could flow directly into the bikini.

It got even itchier, and my hand unconsciously reached down and started rubbing. Oh no, I couldn't take it anymore! I
remembered boyfriend used to hold me and caress me freely in the pool when he taught me to swim, sometimes even going inside me.

I spread my legs and let the water flow freely inside.

Then I realized my hand was free. Something was wrong! Oh,
the straps of my bikini bottoms weren't tied tightly, and with the water and my fiddling, they'd come undone and been washed away! I looked back at
the pool, but there was no sign of my swimming trunks. What should I do? Could I still find them? Maybe I should just get up, put on my skirt, and
go back .

But I looked around and realized our building wasn't the tallest; there were two other buildings nearby, several stories higher,
with their lights still on. Although it looked empty, someone could suddenly appear.

Just as I was hesitating, I heard footsteps. It was Xiao Xie: "Hey, Sister Qing is swimming here too
! What a coincidence!" I didn't want him to come in too: "Xiao Xie, that's not fair! How can you compete with a beautiful woman for the pool?"
"Sister Qing, that's not right. This pool isn't yours. Besides, it's such a big pool; two
people can swim without feeling crowded." Without another word, he jumped in.

I was still thinking about how to get away when he had already swum two laps: "Sister Qing, why aren't you swimming anymore? If you're not going to swim
, get up. Don't hogging the pool." Getting up now would immediately expose me, so I started thinking about which swimming style wouldn't expose me.

Backstroke, face up, would probably expose my crotch. Freestyle, I'll go for it. As soon as he's in the water, I
start . Since he's breaststroke, I'm actually faster than him, reaching the other end first, then turning back, still first.

Skinny dipping definitely feels different. Without fabric to cover me, my crotch is directly exposed to the water, making it even itchier.

Xiao Xie quickly flattered me: "Sister Qing, you swim so fast, you must be an expert! Teach me, please?"
"No, no, I've only been learning for less than a year, how could I dare to teach anyone?" That was the truth.

Unexpectedly, he swam right in front of me: "Sister Qing, you're too modest. Swimming so fast and steadily in less than a year.
You must have some secret." He slapped me directly. You're too bold! If you slap my
butt like that, I'll be exposed, who knows what the consequences will be?

But it's too late to dodge. I slightly tiptoed, and he slapped my thigh, getting away with it.

I felt my crotch tighten; there was definitely water flowing out.

No, I have to get rid of him quickly, or I'll be exposed sooner or later. Just then, a long fart made the water in the pool
bubble.

I guess I was a little upset from being in the cold water for too long.

Xiao Xie quickly jumped up: "Sister Qing, that's so unfair! If you don't want me to swim, just say so! What's going on here
? Never mind, this pool is too small. How about we go swimming in the sea on Friday?" "A public beach? That seems a bit
far." "Don't worry about that. I'll drive you, okay?" She

got out of the pool after saying that.

I almost laughed out loud and quickly got up and put on my skirt. Luckily, no one noticed.

Chapter 3:

Waves in the Persian Gulf Dubai, like all Middle Eastern countries, has Friday and Saturday on weekends,
because people go to the mosque for prayers on Fridays. However, most companies only give Fridays off.

Shopping malls are generally closed on Friday mornings, and the subway doesn't open until 1 pm, so most of us who don't go to
the mosque sleep in the morning.

After lunch, Xiao Xie said, "Let's go to the beach!" Wow, really?

The car drove past Emirates Mall and headed towards the Burj Al Arab.

The Burj Al Arab is Dubai's oldest landmark, but we didn't plan to go inside. Most of the area around it is
a private beach where local and foreign tycoons enjoy their weekends on yachts. However, there is a public beach that has been designated by the government not far
away .

The beach was incredibly crowded on the weekend. The parking lot was packed with luxury cars, and the sand was teeming with people—
some strolling, some playing water polo, and some beautiful women sunbathing in bikinis. The beach is practically
the only public place in Dubai where women can wear bikinis!

Since I was already there, I didn't stand on ceremony. I let Xiao Xie out of the car and changed into my swimsuit in the back seat.

But once I put it on, I realized something was wrong. Apparently, Xiao Xie had grabbed a swimsuit in a rush when we left
, but now I realized it was just a tiny skirt, barely 20 centimeters long, with no crotch! I'd
bought it in China and never dared to wear it before.

But I was wearing jeans on the way here, and wearing them into the sea seemed inappropriate. Xiao Xie would laugh at me if she saw me. So, I
reluctantly pulled it on, dragging it down a little to cover my bottom.

As I got out of the car, Xiao Xie was already waving at me from the sea.

I didn't dare run fast, slowly wading into the water. The sun relentlessly baked the sand, making my feet feel like they were walking on flames
.

The water was instantly refreshingly cool, which was very pleasant. Perhaps because the Persian Gulf is relatively enclosed and the weather is consistently
sunny, the waves were much gentler than those in the Atlantic Ocean off Africa, feeling like a soft caress, ticklish and
very .

This beach is right next to the Burj Al Arab hotel, and you can clearly see its entirety, although there's a fence separating them.

On the other side, less than 100 meters away, there's an artificial island. Xiao Xie said, "Let's have a race to see who
swims there first!" I said, "Okay!" Before he could even react, we were off, feeling like we were back on a rooftop, swimming naked. And wasn't this
exactly what naked swimming was like? Xiao Xie probably hadn't realized it yet, and quickly caught up. At first, I was in the lead,
but after twenty or thirty meters, the male's stamina advantage came into play, and by the time we reached the island, he was far ahead of me.

By the time we arrived, I was panting heavily, and he was a bit tired too, so we sat down to chat. It turned out he had
only been to Dubai two months earlier than me, and there were still many places in Dubai he hadn't visited. So we agreed to explore together
sometime .

Soon I was lying on the beach enjoying the sun. Of course, I checked beforehand to make sure my butt was
covered , but I was still a little nervous.

By then, Xiao Xie had disappeared.

What I love most about the beach is that no matter how hot it is elsewhere, going to the beach, playing in the water for a while, and then feeling the sea breeze
is so refreshing. At first, I was worried about being exposed while lying on the beach, but after a while, I fell asleep.

I don't know how much time had passed when I felt someone patting my butt: "Sister Qing's swim trunks are so small, so sexy
." It was definitely Xiao Xie. "Xiao Xie, can you be a little more careful?"

I turned around and saw that the sea breeze had blown my skirt up a bit, almost exposing half of my butt. He
probably thought I was wearing a thong or something. Would he guess that I wasn't wearing anything under my skirt? I quickly sat up
. Actually, my crotch was already wet.

"Sister Qing, I just met some friends over there, and they asked us to play water polo. Let's go!" "
How do you play water polo? I've never played it before." "Oh, who cares how you play? Let's just go have some fun."

I went to see what was going on. It turned out to be a group of Turks, six men and four women. Turks are located at the crossroads of Europe and
Asia , and the young men were all very handsome, and the women were very pretty.

Actually, they weren't playing standard water polo; they just bounced it around in the water like volleyball.

After introducing themselves, they seemed very friendly and all invited me to play. I saw that they were all in chest-deep
water, so I figured it would be fine and I went to play with Xiao Xie.

Of course, there's bound to be some competition when playing water polo, but I found that they were too enthusiastic. As soon as I got the ball, all
the men and women would rush at me, while it wasn't as spectacular when others got the ball.

Before long, I was covered in scratches. At this rate, it was only a matter of time before I was exposed.

So I pretended to be tired and told them I was sorry and needed to rest for a while before heading back to shore.

But something was wrong. Everyone was staring at me, dumbfounded. I wondered what was going on, then
looked down realized that during the game, I must have unconsciously lifted my skirt up to
my waist. This had exposed my vulva and the rest of my buttocks.

Seawater was still running down my pubic hair, so I hadn't even noticed! What the hell?! I'd made a complete
fool Even worse, while Dubai's beaches are much more open now,
this was definitely not acceptable. What if someone reported me and I got arrested? I quickly squatted down to adjust
my skirt . Xiao Xie came over and asked if I was alright. I told him we should go back.

Xiao Xie agreed. I managed to adjust my skirt, then rushed to the car, not even having time to put on my jeans, and
drove off.

Chapter Four:

Dubai Tower. I sped back to my apartment and opened the bag containing my jeans.
I was shocked when I opened it. Someone had cut my jeans in half—the top was now a pair of shorts, and
the bottom just two legs. Who was so inconsiderate?

But when I opened it, there was also a pair of tie-up swim trunks. Wait a minute, I wasn't wearing these today. Could someone have found them
that night? But when did they put them there? It must have been Xiao Xie. There was also a note, and on it
was a familiar smiling face—the one I hadn't seen in ages! This doesn't make sense. How could Xiao Sun be here?
(See "African Exposure") "I found this by accident. Here you go. Pick one of these to wear on Friday. Remember, you can only wear one of these
bottoms !" Same tone, same lack of explanation about the consequences of not following.
How could he be in Dubai? And how could he find me here? Why did he see me make a fool of myself instead of coming directly to
me? This is so strange. Xiao Sun, where are you? But if I'm not going out on Friday, I can wear just my underwear, or nothing
at all. What to do? I'll figure it out later.

Friday morning, I slept in as usual, but by noon I was in a dilemma. I couldn't really just wear my underwear;
after all, I still needed to go out for lunch.

Okay, I'll take off my underwear and put on those half-length shorts. But wait, something's not right! I don't know if the person did it intentionally
or unintentionally, but they cut a slit in the crotch too, making them open-crotch shorts! Xiao Sun
, how could you do this? You can even see my dark pubic hair when I put them on! What should I do? I already shaved in Africa, so I might as well shave them clean again.
It took me about half an hour to carefully shave them clean. When I put them on, sure enough, as long as I kept my legs together, you could
barely see anything.

Just as I was about to go out to find a place to eat, I received a phone call. It was Xiao Xie: "Sister Qing, I'm now..."
"I'm coming back from outside, almost at Dubai Mall. Want to come over? I'll treat you to dinner!" "It's so far! I'm
already starving. Maybe next time." "Come on over! I've booked outdoor seating at Freddy's and tickets
to the Burj Khalifa!" "Really? Are you coming to pick me up?" "It's almost 1 o'clock. I think you'll get here faster by subway."
Fine, he's so kind, I won't trouble him. Let's take the subway. So I grabbed my small bag and
headed out.

It shouldn't be noticeable on the street, but my jeans were already very tight,
and the cut seam was now constricting my vulva. Without the pubic hair to block it, the constant friction was unbearable. My vulva started to leak fluid
. I slowed down, went to the supermarket to buy a drink, rested a bit, and drank as I walked until my legs felt
weak and trembling. Finally, I reached the subway station.

Dubai's metro system is mostly above ground, except for the section in the old city. The trains are
driverless is touted as the world's longest driverless train.
The front of the train has transparent glass, offering views of the city. I took the observation cabin at the front of the train,
skipping When I got there, I was almost too full to stand. Luckily, there was an empty seat, so I
sat down.

Finally, I relaxed, but then I realized the seat was wet. I stretched my legs out, then immediately remembered there
were men in front of me. Even though Dubai is much more open now, and you often see shorts and
skirts in malls, open-crotch pants are a different story. If I got caught by the police, I'd be in big trouble. I

quickly pulled my legs back, hoping no one saw me.

Fortunately, the Dubai Mall station wasn't far, less than half an hour away. However, walking from the metro station to
the mall was still quite a distance, at least ten minutes. It seemed like it would have been faster to have him pick me up earlier.

Dubai has a special elevated walkway built directly from the metro exit to the Dubai Mall, with
air conditioning running the whole way. Only Dubai could pull something like that.

So, by the time I found Xiao Xie, I was exhausted, but I had to pretend to be energetic in front of him.
We headed to the food court; after all, you can find American fast food, Italian pasta and pizza
, and Chinese food everywhere. The so-called Arabic food didn't really feel very Arabic, so we decided to go to an
Italian restaurant for pasta.

We sat down facing each other, ordered, and the food came incredibly fast—it
felt You don't look too well." "No, I just didn't have breakfast. I'm fine now."

Yes, a full stomach is always good for replenishing energy.

I tried to eat slowly so I could rest longer, but I was still too hungry and finished quickly.
Xiao Xie took my hand: "Come on, let's climb the Burj Khalifa!" The Dubai Mall
was packed with people white, yellow, black, all sorts of people—and I was walking through the crowd in my open-crotch pants! I
absolutely couldn't give myself away, or I'd be in big trouble! The Burj Khalifa, formerly known as the Dubai Mall, is
right next to Dubai Mall, but I almost couldn't hold back before I even got there. I wondered if anyone walking by would see the wetness from my
pussy reflecting the lights. Oh no, it'll squirt out if I keep this up! I quickly told Xiao Xie, "Wait a minute
, I'm going to the restroom." In the restroom, I took off my shorts and saw—oh my god, my pussy was all red and swollen! My labia were engorged with blood
and felt several times their normal size! Touching it felt like an electric shock. I tried to rub it, and just as I did,
a gush of fluid gushed out.

If I hadn't come to the restroom in time, I would have definitely given myself away.

I took a breath and still had to go out. My pussy seemed a little better.

I put my shorts back on. Xiao Xie was still waiting for me. Luckily, he had bought his tickets online in advance, which saved him money and trouble, so we
went straight in and took the elevator.

The Burj Khalifa has the world's fastest and longest elevator, and we quickly went up. Most tourists can
reach the 124th floor for sightseeing. After Xiao Xie took my picture, I pretended to look at the view through the glass curtain wall, squatted down,
and spread my legs to give my vagina a rest.

The weather was great. I could see office buildings nearby, villas in the distance, and further still, the Persian Gulf and the World
Islands. The world-famous World Islands are only roughly visible from the Burj Khalifa; the people
of Dubai really dare to dream big.

Suddenly, I realized something: with my legs spread like this, my vagina was facing outwards. Someone
with binoculars might be able to see it, but a high-powered telescope would probably be needed for a clear view. I probably
wouldn't encounter anyone like that. The people behind and beside me didn't need to worry; they couldn't see it.

Oh my god, I'm exposing myself on the world's tallest building! I'm hopeless! Thinking this, looking down at
the dense buildings, the endless stream of cars, and the bustling crowds, my vagina started to wet again.

I quickly dried myself off, then walked around the Burj Khalifa, where I could see most of Dubai, this
city that has risen rapidly from the desert in just a few years. After taking a few more photos with Xiao Xie, we headed back down.

Xiao Xie said that since we were there, we should explore properly; our Friday night reservation was for the 7:30 pm
musical fountain show.

This is the world's largest shopping mall, filled with countless clothes, shoes, cosmetics, perfumes, watches,
sunglasses , and more—all the major brands from around the world are here.

We went to a sunglasses shop and tried on different sunglasses, striking different poses for photos. Apparently,
each pair is a unique design, meaning it's one of a kind in the world. Looking at the price tags, they ranged from hundreds to
thousands of dirhams. I picked a silver-plated design, which cost me a week's salary. Then we went to the giant aquarium to take photos, of course, waiting for the sharks to swim by for the most impressive

shots . The world's largest aquarium window—wow, how many world records have we seen today? Dubai uses the British system, so the ground floor is called the "ground floor" or "level 0," and the floor above it, which we usually call the second floor, is called the first floor. We walked from level 0 to level 2, stopping and starting. I don't know if it was because I was wearing sunglasses, but I felt less stressed and walked more easily. We passed a shoe store, and since I was a bit tired, I went in to take a look. I picked out a pair of shoes to try on. As I sat down to try them on, Xiao Xie, who was sitting next to me, suddenly whispered in my ear, "You're not wearing underwear, huh? You've got some nerve." Oh no! I was trying on shoes right in front of the mirror, and my legs had naturally spread open by accident. Xiao Xie must have noticed something was off in the mirror. I quickly closed my legs and shushed, "Oops, looks like these jeans are too small, they're already ripped."

"Don't bother hiding it anymore, you even shaved your pubic hair." It seems you've really been exposed. "Don't worry, I know what's important,
I won't tell anyone. No one else should have seen it just now. It seems like it's about time, let's go to the French
bay." There wasn't time to wipe the water from her vagina, so she just let it soak onto her shorts and went to the French
bay with him. The outdoor seating here is the best place in the Dubai Mall to watch the musical fountain. Right now, there are
customers queuing up to go in, but we made a reservation in advance, so we can just swagger in.

The Friday restaurant is on the second floor, which is our third floor, a perfect height. The outdoor seating
offers a panoramic view of the musical fountain, which explains its daily popularity. We ordered at
a table a , and Xiao Xie whispered to me, "So, why were you wearing that swimsuit last week?
You did it on purpose, didn't you?" She'd been caught. "It was an accident," I said. "Did you cut my jeans?"
"What jeans? How could I cut them when you were wearing them?" "Don't pretend! My jeans were
cut off when I came back from the beach that day. I'm wearing half of them now." "Are you kidding? Do you have proof? I have proof
!" She showed me a photo she'd just taken at the shoe store on her phone.

"You shameless bastard, delete it!"

"Oh, who's shameless now? Walking around in open-crotch pants, I'll call the police!"
She made a gesture as if to call for help.

I had to change my strategy. "Brother Xie, don't be like that. Please delete it, okay? I'll go
out okay?" "It's not impossible. Go out with me again next Friday, and I'll delete it
. You have to listen to me, okay?" Seriously? What does he want? But for now, I could only agree. Just then, the food arrived, and the music
started playing. The voice sounded so familiar; it was Jacky Cheung's "Goodbye Kiss." I got a little excited and
started taking pictures with my phone.

Xie reminded me, "Sister Qing is so lewd. You must have exposed yourself at the Burj Khalifa this afternoon, and now
you're wearing open-crotch pants to watch the musical fountain. You must be wet down there now. Here, let me wipe you." He picked up a
napkin reached for my crotch. I had to lie on the table to avoid being seen, but my face was getting redder and redder, and I
started to pant. My eyes were fixed on the fountain. It was so beautiful. The water jets looked like they were carrying flags
, tracing arcs on the water's surface, sometimes leaning back, sometimes swaying left and right. The water jets were twisting their
bodies . Yes, they were dancing. No wonder Taiwanese people call musical fountains "water dances."

Accompanied by rousing music, water jets shot straight into the sky, reaching heights of hundreds of meters.

Just then, I shuddered and trembled. Xiao Xie quickly chuckled and wiped away
the water I had sprayed with a tissue. Those watching the musical fountain probably never imagined there was actually another fountain here, haha.

Chapter Five:

Global Village. After watching the fountain, I rode back in Xiao Xie's car. I thought
he might do something even more outrageous, but he didn't. He went to work and came home as usual until Friday.

"Sister Qing, you promised to go shopping with me today."

"Where are we going?"

"Come on, let's change and go to Earth Village!"

"Is this okay?"

"Of course not, you have to be good."

After saying that, she pulled me to my room. "Didn't you say that your jeans were cut in half last time? You
wore one half last week, so this week you can just wear the other half." "But, there are only two pant legs." "Yeah

, Sister Qing, I know you can do it. I'll go get ready too, you hurry up and change."
First, I had to take off all my clothes and put on the jeans, oh no, the two pant legs of the jeans. The pant legs were tight and
elastic, so they shouldn't fall down, but I couldn't really go out with my bare bottom showing. Usually, girls wear jeans with
their waists exposed. After picking and choosing, I picked out a long, loose-fitting floral pullover shirt to wear, which just covered
my bottom without looking awkward.

It didn't look out of place at all. Xiao Xie even lifted his shirt to "check" and said,
"Oh my, Sister Qing is so lewd." Earth Village is in the direction of Longcheng, and there's no subway there. Luckily, Xiao Xie could
drive there, and it only took about half an hour.

Compared to other places crowded with tourists from all over the world, this place was mostly filled with locals in white and
black . Presumably, this is because they want to realize their dream of traveling the world in a very short time.

The entrance fee is 15 dirhams, and you can scratch off the back to see if you can get a 10 dirham discount on food inside.
Does that mean the entrance fee is only 5 dirhams? We walked through the gate, past a river and buildings in
various . It was Friday, and the streets were bustling with people. Getting spotted would be disastrous,
but I walked cautiously, and it seemed no one noticed anything amiss. I continued walking naked through the crowd
with Xiao Xie by my side , hoping not to get caught. Otherwise, my shirt would be exposed if I pulled it up. Thinking about this
made me very nervous, and I could feel the moisture from my vagina already running down my thighs.

We passed through Indian Village, Egyptian Village, and Lebanese Village, arriving at Iranian Village. Iranian Village was almost entirely filled with
Persian carpets, with all sorts of patterns and saffron. Next to it was Iraqi Village, where we saw an oil painting shop.
We chatted with the owner, who was from Baghdad. Many of the paintings in the shop had Arabic calligraphy on them, and they were very beautiful.
I asked the owner for a picture of one, and Xiao Xie said, "It would look even better if you lifted your shirt up. I
'll delete the previous one after you take this one."

But with my back to the owner and no one around, I gently lifted the front of my shirt, nervously snapped a
picture , and quickly put it down.

Xiao Xie said, "Oh dear, you look so nervous." Of course I

'm nervous! It's not like it's you showing.

He did delete the previous photo, but now there's a clearer one. I feel like I've fallen
into his trap. I told him to delete this one too, but he said, "No rush, I'll delete this one when I get a better one. Be
good ."

Further on were the African Village, the European Village, and the Chinese Village. It was almost impossible to squeeze in, but once I did, it was
completely incomprehensible. It was just a lot of cheap Chinese goods, nothing special. I don't
know why it was so popular.

Next to it was the Australian and New Zealand Village, with a group of men and women dancing a robotic dance on a stage. It looked
pretty good . I picked up my phone to record a video. While I was recording, Xiao Xie chuckled, "Let me record it for you. You'd
better be careful." Apparently, I had to hold my phone up to record the stage, but...
He immediately pulled his shirt up, making it much higher than the top of his jeans,
revealing and probably half his buttocks. Luckily, everyone was watching the stage, or they would have noticed long ago
.

I said, "Never mind, I'm not recording anymore," and quickly put it down. After wandering around for a while, we went to
a Chinese food, but the Chinese food here is naturally different from what we eat back home; it's good enough if it's somewhat similar.

As we were about to sit down after ordering, I realized I was sitting naked on the chair.
I quickly wiped the chair first. After I finished wiping the chair, Xiao Xie said, "It's a good thing no one came in."

I realized that by wiping the chair with my butt sticking out like that, I probably gave him my whole butt.

Xiao Xie leaned over and said, "Just wiping the chair isn't enough, is it? Let me wipe your butt clean too."

So he took a napkin and helped me wipe the water off my buttocks and thighs, and while wiping, he wiped my vulva.

The waiter brought the food, and I quickly sat down. But he was actually fiddling with my genitals while eating,
making it impossible for me to eat properly. I had to constantly worry about being discovered, and I almost cried out several times. I finished my meal
in a lot of tension, and of course, the chair was already soaked.

After dinner, it was still early, and Xiao Xie suggested we go boating. There were small wooden boats swaying on the river, and we
chartered one, sitting opposite each other. It was getting dark, and the lights were already on. Accompanied by the sound of paddling,
we passed through buildings of various styles from different countries, which really felt like traveling through a time tunnel, almost intoxicating. Xiao Xie took out
his phone to take pictures again.

That's when I realized that the seats on the boat were very low. When I sat down, my legs would flare out, and my shirt would automatically slide down to my waist.
Not only was I sitting naked on the boat, but my front was almost completely exposed. I quickly adjusted my clothes and closed my legs to avoid
being discovered.

Xiao Xie said, "No, actually I can only see from the opposite side, not from the shore.
Just be natural, open your legs wider, listen to me." I looked and it seemed to be the case, and unconsciously opened my legs.
What was going on? Had I really become addicted? There was a bustling crowd on the shore! As long as I
controlled my hands and didn't reach towards my vagina, they would see me as just wearing a shirt and jeans, and they wouldn't
discover my secret. Xiao Xie was still taking pictures, oh no!

Chapter Six: The Secret in the Black Robe

It was the same routine as usual—going to work and leaving work. He probably hadn't yet discovered

what happened in the office that day. Soon it was holiday time. Xiao Xie said, "Let's go to Abu Bibi
." "To the Grand Mosque? Women have to wear black robes to go in. Wearing a black robe in this weather, even
covering your hair, is very hot." "They provide black robes for you to wear inside, but since we're going today, I've already
prepared one for you. Take it and change. Note that you only need to wear this black robe; nothing else is allowed!"
"What? This black robe is very thin!" "Try it on and see. You won't be able to tell. It's at least
much better than last week." I put on the black robe. It seemed to be made of thin gauze; it was very light and comfortable. Everything else was fine.
Since returning from Africa, my bra size had increased by two cup sizes, and my breasts were very noticeable. I had to use nipple covers, but I
still didn't dare walk too fast, otherwise the movement was too violent.

The car drove from Dubai to Abu Bibi. In Dubai, there were only two rows of half-dead saplings lining the roadside, while
in Abu Bi, the trees had grown into a vast forest. This shows that Abu Bi is much wealthier; no wonder, given its abundant oil reserves
.

After about two hours of driving into Abu Bi city, we arrived at the Grand Mosque around noon. The Grand

Mosque, originally named Sheikh Yad bin Sultan Al Nahyan Mosque, is the largest
mosque in the UAE and the only one open to the public. It was built to commemorate the first president of the UAE, Sheikh Abu Bibi, and is
renowned for its grandeur and luxury.

At the entrance, women are provided with black robes, and shoes must be removed before entering. My colleague remarked that I swayed quite a bit when I took off my shoes,
so I quickly covered my chest and slowed my pace.

However, I felt my nipples were already swollen. Luckily, I was wearing nipple covers, so I let the fluid from my vagina flow; it
wouldn't be visible under the robe.

Under my feet was the world's largest handmade carpet,
woven by 1200 Iranian workers using 38 tons of wool over a year and a half.

Spanning over 5,000 square meters, it has no visible seams, adorned with exquisitely woven patterns that are dazzling to the eye and feel
soft underfoot.

Above, seven glittering chandeliers, each gilded and inlaid with thousands of
Swarovski crystals,

hang from the main dome of the prayer hall—the world's largest crystal
chandelier .

These were custom-made in Germany and are priceless.

The walls, adorned with intricate patterns, appear unremarkable from afar, merely pretty,
but upon closer inspection, reveal themselves to be pieced together from individual crystal and agate blocks—the work of Chinese artisans.

The entire Grand Mosque is like this; it's truly amazing.

It's so beautiful that I took photos as I looked around. Despite the crowds, it was very quiet. I completely forgot that I wasn't wearing anything under my
black robe until I noticed the shelves in the hall displaying numerous Qurans.
Visiting the mosque like this, Allah might punish me! Blame it on Xie; he forced me to come like this.

Until I bumped into someone and pressed myself against them, I thought, "Oh no, they'll notice!" Just as I was about to apologize,
I saw a familiar face. "No way!" I checked again. "Oh my god, Mana, is it really you?"
"Yes, and you are... Sister Qing? Long time no see! I almost didn't recognize you in your black robe!" "How did you end up
here? What a coincidence!" "After you left, I stayed in Africa for over a year.
My dad saw that Dubai was recovering, so he moved here. It's close to home, so he transferred me here
. I wanted to visit the Grand Mosque, and that's how I met you! What are you doing here?" "After I
returned I worked for a foreign trade company for a while, but it wasn't going well. Then I saw an opportunity and came to Dubai
. I was thinking about you just a few days ago!" This was the truth.

Xiao Xie was confused: "What's going on? You two knew each other in Africa?" Mana said, "Yes,
we were best friends back then." She gave me a look. It was hilarious; memories of the past seemed to flood back.

(See "African Exposure") "Today is the day my sister and I reunite. Can I borrow Sister Qing for a day? We
need to catch up! Don't worry, I'll get her back safely! Where do you live?" Xiao Xie looked at me, and I said:
"I live in JLT." "Really? That's great, I live nearby."

"Xiao Xie, I'm sorry, I need to catch up with Mana today, can you go back first?" Xiao Xie whispered in
my ear, "Is it okay for you to be dressed like this?" I said, "It's fine, there won't be any problems with being with her."

Xiao Xie had no choice but to leave. I was about to pull Mana out when Mana grabbed me. "Shh, listen carefully, what do you
hear ?" I listened carefully: "It sounds like a bell?" She said, "Yes, I
've heard it for quite a while. Something's up, I'll find it, you have to cooperate."

She pretended to chat with me, bumping into a beautiful woman in front of us, making her fall over. I heard the bell sound even more clearly.
She quickly helped her up and apologized, saying, "I'm so sorry, how about I treat you to dinner if you don't mind?" Then she
whispered something in her ear. Unexpectedly, the beautiful woman actually said thank you, now? I was shocked.
I didn't know what Mana had said to her that led her to eat with a stranger. After putting on
our shoes, Mana, driving, said, "I'm so happy today! Afghan food is the best in the Middle East.
Let's go to an Afghan restaurant." We parked next to a small-looking Afghan restaurant and went straight
upstairs. There were only two tables upstairs, but a restroom. It was just past lunchtime, and there were only
a few of us in the restaurant. The waiter came over, and Mana took our order, introduced herself, and then introduced
me. She then asked the woman who looked like an Indian beauty, "You're even bolder than her. She's just wearing a black robe without a bra,
and you... Let me see where the bells are? There seem to be two." It turned out she already knew I was also wearing a bra without a bra
. But when I saw the Indian beauty lift her black robe, revealing her brown thighs down to her lower abdomen, I
thought the two bells would be on her breasts, but they were actually on her labia. The bells weren't big,
hanging directly on either side, but they made a clear sound.

It looked extremely lewd.

The beautiful woman's name was Masha. When she was 18, she was sexually assaulted by a group of men and then imprisoned, suffering
endless humiliation. She was rescued by the police two years later, but her face was completely disfigured. Those two bells
were hung there . She received some compensation, but didn't know what to do with it, so she just wanted to travel and ended up meeting
us here.

We felt sorry for this Indian beauty and dared not tease her anymore. We asked her
what . She said she had been to the Burj Khalifa and museums. Mana asked if she had been desert safari, and she said no. I said I
hadn't either. Mana said, "How about we go desert safari to watch the sunset tomorrow, then take a hot air balloon ride to watch
the sunrise , and then go to the Miracle Garden? I need to book the tickets now, otherwise we'll be too late.

" I've also never been to these places, so it would be great to go together.

Just then, the food arrived: a plate of vegetable salad, a bowl of curry, a small dish of fries, and a
large plate . Wait, we ordered chicken leg rice! Where's the chicken leg? Mana used a spoon to stir the fried rice, revealing two chicken legs
. They had actually buried the chicken legs in the rice,
a far cry from the low-key approach of Chinese cuisine where meat and vegetables are typically placed on top of rice.

Chapter Seven:

Desert Rose. Mana drove her Toyota Land Cruiser towards the border. After passing Dragon City, there was an endless
sea of sand and scattered withered grass.

Accompanied by Indian dance music, a wave of poetry washed over her.

Here, there was no need for black veils; it had been agreed beforehand that each person could only wear one dress, and
they could choose whatever they wanted. I chose a Korean-style casual dress, which looked very flattering and
elegant ; no one would guess I wasn't wearing anything underneath.

Mana wore a bohemian retro dress, which suited her perfectly.

Masha, on the other hand, came in a sari, but without any underpants. Combined with her tanned skin and the red dot on her forehead
, she exuded a distinctly South Asian charm.

The car stopped in front of a supermarket where we could rest and buy some food and souvenirs. Mana needed to let some air out of the tires.

There was only one supermarket along the long road, nestled against a small hillside. On one side of the hill,
withered grass dotted the yellow sand, while on the other side, the red sand stretched endlessly, almost barren.

That was our destination.

Further ahead, a bunch of off-road vehicles were parked by the roadside, serving as a dune bashing base camp, where we could stop for a short rest.

We could also take photos against the backdrop of the dunes; beautiful women against the red sand made for stunning pictures.

Walking in the desert felt like walking on a charcoal stove; the heat rose from the ground, seeping into every pore,
making it feel like the water that had just flowed from my vagina was instantly dried up. Mana pulled us forward, away from the crowds
, toward the next dune, where there would be fewer people to take photos. Walking on the dunes wasn't easy, but hearing
Masha's bells ringing as she walked made it much more fun. Just as I was about to take a picture of them, Mana lifted
her skirt and told Masha to do the same. Watching them stand on the dunes with their skirts up, revealing their private parts, was incredibly
beautiful . Weren't they the legendary desert roses?

So I lifted my skirt and took a few pictures, all with my back to the crowd on the dunes.
Luckily, no one noticed.

Seeing the people on the dunes starting to walk back, they were probably getting ready to leave. We got back to the car, and
Mana said to Masha, "It feels pretty good, with music playing all the way. Come on, add this, it'll be even better."
She then lifted her sari as if to stuff something into her vagina. Masha quickly backed away, saying, "What is it?
You should put it in yourself first." Mana said, "I already did! Look!" and lifted her skirt to show us. We could
vaguely see what was inside, but it wasn't clear what it was. However, we soon found out, because
after Masha, it was my turn. It was a condom filled with scalding hot sand! When did she collect it when we
weren't looking ? She was right next to us the whole time.

The desert wind under the blazing sun felt like it could turn you into a mummy. Once we got in the car, it
became like a giant oven. After drinking a bottle of water, I felt sweat pouring from every pore.

I said it was so hot here that I had to take off all my clothes, and Mana said, "Then let's take them all off!"

The other SUVs had already driven away one after another, and Mana started her car and immediately
took off her skirt, but the sand inside was so hot it felt like my vagina was being cooked! I felt like I couldn't stand or sit, it felt
like countless ants were crawling inside, even biting me. I couldn't help but scratch it with my hand, and every time I scratched it, fluid would flow out.
After scratching a few times, I quickly sat up straight, because there were so many cars outside.

Mana quickly shifted gears and accelerated to follow the convoy, but she still kept scratching her lower body every now and then. Martha
was even rhythmically plucking her vulva as if playing the piano, and the bells jingled as the car bounced, providing accompaniment.
But the more she scratched, the itchier it got! I was truly amazed by Mana; she could even drive!

I wonder what the convoy ahead would think if they knew there were three completely naked beauties in this car.
Would they all stop and drag us out? Looking out the window, the scenery was magnificent.

The sky here is perpetually cloudless, with red sand stretching to the horizon under the blue sky, like
a red sea. The continuous dunes were like waves blown by the wind, but unlike the clouds, these
waves appeared still until a car burst out from one end and plunged back into the spray.

I felt seasick, but then I felt a gush of fluid gushing from my vulva—I was having an orgasm.

Chapter Eight:

Hot Air Balloon Horror. To ride a hot air balloon to see the sunrise, you have to get up early and set off before dawn
.

We agreed to meet at Mana's place at 4:30, in a villa area near JLT. It was probably
a rented suite, but... "Mana, you live in such a big suite all by yourself?" "No, my parents are here too,
but it's a holiday, so they went back to their country for vacation. I don't want to go back; I'll definitely be pressured into marriage. In our
country if someone is in their late twenties and doesn't get married soon, their parents will kick them out of the house!" Hmm, it seems
the pressure to marry is even stronger in Arab countries.

"We can't do what we did yesterday, okay? I have a few things here for us to change into." Mana said,
pulling out a bunch of things that looked like spider webs. I was about to take a look when she said no, "Take everything off first before you put them on."
I took three seconds, but obviously, I wasn't as fast as Mana. She only had to take off her nightgown. She picked out
a pink, semi-transparent tulle dress, and I followed suit with a white lace see-through dress. In the end, Masha got a
blue polka-dot see-through dress.

Mana's dress was actually the most sheer; you could even see the height of her breasts clearly. However, from a distance, the pink color
helped to conceal it somewhat. The lower half had some embellishments, and since she had shaved, it wasn't very noticeable.

Mine seemed to be made of pieces of lace tied together. The lace itself wasn't transparent, but
the connections were see-through, creating a seductive, alluring effect.

Masha's dress was light blue with white polka dots. The polka dots weren't as sheer, but the blue
parts were very transparent, and with the little bells, it was just too provocative. Were we really going to go like this?

Mana said she wasn't worried; it would be dark by then, and it would be hard to see.

The car drove towards Alain for about an hour, and in the distance, we could see the blue flames slowly
inflating the hot air balloon.

When we got to the balloon, we realized something was wrong. Although it was still dark and we couldn't see
clearly , the flames of the hot air balloon were very bright. We had to move to a slightly darker spot and wait for
the balloon to inflate before the other tourists arrived, at which point we could get into the basket.

But we found it difficult to get into the gondola wearing such a skirt. There were no ladders or anything, just
a few ropes hanging down the sides, so we had to climb up. While climbing, we had to pull our skirts up and try to
avoid the crowds, hoping no one would see our bare bottoms.

The hot air balloon was operated by a specialist, so we didn't worry about that.

The gondola was divided into compartments, and we occupied a corner of one.

Soon, the balloon rose.

At this time, the east began to slowly lighten, and as the balloon rose higher, the east became brighter and brighter.
What was once a dark patch of ground could now be seen as rolling waves of yellow sand.

Slowly, the sky turned from white to red. Just as we were getting ready to watch the sunrise, I felt a tight back against
me. It turned out there were more than just us in the gondola; there were a few
young men who . They were quite handsome, but they also wanted to watch the sunrise, so they kept pushing their way out. But this pushing was a mistake; we
were exposed!

Sure enough, they seemed to have lost interest in watching the sunrise, and one hand slid from my back to my buttocks.

Looking at Mana and Masha, I saw they were in the same predicament; no one could save me.

But the difference was that my lace see-through dress was probably easier to tear. They ripped
a large opening right from my buttocks, then reached in with one hand to grope, while the other held me tightly. He squeezed from my buttocks to
my thighs, then slid down to my vagina. I clamped him down, and he said, "Okay, you want to clamp me?" He suddenly
pulled his hand out and pulled out his huge penis, sticking it inside.

It was clearly erect, able to fit straight between my legs. However, standing in such a narrow
space , it couldn't fully penetrate my vagina; I could only clamp my legs around him as he thrust in and out. My vaginal fluids acted as lubricant.

I could almost hear the splashing sounds, accompanied by Masha's jingling bells. Good heavens, we
were doing this in a hot air balloon high in the sky, with so many people around us.

The sky grew increasingly red, and slowly the sun peeked out, its brow expanding and deepening until
it bathed the desert in golden light. It was breathtaking; everyone screamed with delight. Seizing the moment, I too lost control and screamed,
my juices spraying onto the basket. But the young man seemed unsatisfied and began a second round of thrusting.

The hot air balloon began its return journey, and by the time we reached the ground, everyone else was already climbing out of the basket.
We, however, remained there, foolishly taking selfies, knowing we had to wait until everyone else was down, or
we 'd be exposed. Only after everyone else had disembarked did we begin our descent, with me in front, Masha
in the middle, and Mana at the back.

Because my front view wasn't very transparent, and my back had been torn open and needed to be covered, Martha
was least noticeable before dawn and most noticeable after daybreak. Mana's breasts were almost completely transparent in the front, and
the less noticeable. So we ended up in this strange formation. The vendors were still promoting
the photos they had just taken of her in the hot air balloon. When they saw our photos, they were so funny. I was gaping, not sure if I was exclaiming or panting, while
several young men leaned against me, but the basket covered their lower bodies so we couldn't see what was going on. Feeling it was still a memorable
photo, we each bought one and quickly went back to the car.

Chapter Nine:

Angel Castle. Mana said, "How about we go to the Miracle Garden?"

We said, "Just like that? Are you crazy? It's broad daylight! We need to go back and change our clothes."

Mana said you don't need to go back, come to my house and leave it to me.

When we got to her house, she said, "Take off your clothes, I'll help you

put on your underwear." I said, "If you have underwear, just bring it; I don't need your help."

But then she took out several tubular objects; these weren't underwear at all.

As I was still in surprise, Martha spoke up: "Mana, you know how to paint memnae?" Mana said, "I just paint for fun when I
have nothing do." Then she said to me, "Sister Qing, this is called henna. It's
a pigment extracted from henna flowers (also called balsam flowers). It's all-natural. I'll paint it on us, and then we'll wear our previous dresses. I guarantee
no one will be able to tell. Who wants to go first?" Martha had seen it before,
so she used more blue to make it less conspicuous. She squeezed the pigment little by little from the tube
and first painted a tube top for her, then a pair of shorts. The shorts were blue with white trim, and she added some patterns
. She even painted the bells blue. Since her blue polka dot dress wasn't very transparent, it was really impossible to tell at
all .

She drew a snow-white bra and tiny panties on me, with patterns around the edges, making it look like it had
lace trim. She also drew a few balsam flowers on the front and, incredibly, a large wing on the back.
However it wasn't noticeable because I was wearing a lace skirt; you could only vaguely see some white underneath,
so it didn't look like I was naked. The skirt was torn, so I had to get some white thread to sew it up.

While I was sewing, she was drawing herself. Since her upper body was almost completely transparent, she had to draw
a vest on, which took quite a while. We had to help her color it in later. She didn't want to
draw the rest of the skirt anymore; since it was already patterned and not very see-through, she just did a few quick strokes.

Then our pizza arrived, so we put on our skirts to see if it would be too revealing.
It worked well; the delivery guy didn't seem surprised at all.

After eating, we could head to the Miracle Garden.

It took too long; we didn't arrive at the Miracle Garden until after 5 pm.

The entrance fee was 30 dirhams, which was quite reasonable.

Despite being mentally prepared, I was still stunned upon entering. It was
a sea of flowers, composed of 45 million blooms. The first thing you saw upon entering was a flower-covered archway tunnel, where everyone eagerly took photos.

Next to it, a flower-shaped portrait of a beautiful woman made us feel ashamed of our own
appearance

could adorn ourselves with flowers. Further on, the wonders deepened. From a central platform, looking around, there was a moving clock made of flowers,
peacocks and windmills made of flowers, toy cars and trains decorated with flowers, a flower castle, and flowers gushing
forth like rivers—it seemed as if spring itself originated from here.

This world, which should only exist in fairy tales, had been realistically presented, and
in this desert city no less! The word "miracle" couldn't be
more fitting ! There were many tourists, and we walked through the crowd. No one seemed to notice the secret beneath our skirts.
We were immersed in the beautiful scenery, taking photo after photo. The flowers made us even more beautiful,
but the occasional sound of bells reminded us that we weren't wearing anything underneath. The fluid from our vaginas must
have smudged the hand-painted decorations.

As the sun gradually set, the melodious call to prayer echoed from the mosque, sounding even more beautiful amidst the flowers. After dark,
the night view was even more stunning, especially the castle adorned with colorful lights, which enhanced its already vibrant appearance
. We eagerly took photos with it.

Mana said, "Qing-jie, you should take off your skirt. It'll look more like an angel's castle then." I said, "Are you

kidding? If I take off my skirt, I'll be completely naked."

She said, "No, you're wearing something underneath."

I said, "That's just a painting." She said, "It's okay, the light is dim now, and there aren't many people at night. We'll keep
watch for , and if anyone comes, I'll help you get away.

" Actually, I also wanted to take a photo with the beautiful castle, but I was worried about being caught. After all, it's a Muslim country; if you get
caught, you're done for.

I was betting my life on her, thinking we'd finish the shoot quickly, so I took off my skirt, revealing my pure white body.
She even had some flowers painted on her, truly like an angel. Although there were some flowers on her vulva, they were barely noticeable when she closed her eyes
slightly .

I took one from the front and one from the side. Then Masha said the photos were good and she wanted to take a couple too. She immediately
took off her skirt and pulled me to continue taking pictures. Just as we finished one, a boy,
about eighteen or nineteen years old, wearing a white robe and two tassels hanging from his headscarf,
suddenly appeared out of nowhere. We were so focused on taking pictures that we hadn't noticed him.

He looked at us strangely and asked Mana who he was. Mana said he was an angel, wasn't he beautiful? Would you
like to make a wish? Of course, they were speaking Arabic, which I couldn't understand at all; Mana
explained it to us later.

The boy asked if it was true, and Mana said it was true. If you hold her hand and make a wish, it will come true.

The boy actually came and took my hand, asking if he could help me find my mother. I was so nervous, not
knowing what they were doing. My vagina was wet, glistening in the light.

Then, the boy said, "Angel, what's wrong?" and his little hand reached towards my vagina! I was terrified. Martha got even more
nervous and shifted her body. The little bell rang, instantly attracting the little guy's attention, and
reached towards his vagina.

Then we heard a few shouts, and the boy responded, saying, "Thank you, angel! Mommy really was found! It's
amazing "

Martha quickly picked up the child and went to his mother. By the time his mother heard the boy's story and came over,
we had already gotten dressed and left.

I couldn't linger here. I'd already seen enough, so I received a text message and asked, "I have to go to work
tomorrow , to the construction site warehouse for inventory. What are your plans?" Mana laughed and said, "I
don't have to work tomorrow, it's Saturday. Where is it? We can come help you tomorrow." I said, "
It's No need, someone's going with me tomorrow." Masha said, "You pass through the Sonapur labor camp
, right? I've heard about it in India. Can you take me there tomorrow?" Mana knew me:
"The one with you the other day, right? What's the challenge this time?" That's right, the text was from Xiao Xie.
He's going with me tomorrow, and he even made a request: the length of my body covered by clothing must not exceed 40 centimeters.
I'm trying to figure out what to wear.

"Okay, I'll take you tomorrow, but you have to wear the same clothes as me," she said. "
That sounds really difficult! Mana, want to come along?" Mana said, "I'm fine with that. I don't have to work tomorrow.
I'm tired from driving for three days and don't want to go out. I can wear whatever I want at home."

Chapter Ten:

The Construction Site Warehouse Sharjah is near Dubai, but getting there from here almost involves crossing the entire city of Dubai.
With two beautiful women sitting next to me, Xiao Xie must be ecstatic driving.

I found the shortest sports vest I could find, about 28 centimeters long, barely covering my chest. But
what about the rest of my body? I finally found the shortest pair of shorts I bought a few years ago. The front was less than 10 centimeters long,
and the back was just over 10 centimeters. I even had a 5-centimeter leather belt tied around it, so it looked like I was wearing
two belts around my hips. The shorts were tight, of course, but thankfully the belt was soft. The length just
barely ; otherwise, it would have revealed a bunch of pubic hair, though you could still see the roots.
The back didn't cover my entire buttocks, just barely covering my anus, revealing half my buttocks and a long cleft.
Needless to say, my white belly and thighs were completely naked—it was so embarrassing! I've almost never worn them; it's
the shortest .

Then I saw Martha was much smarter. Her skirt was about 25 centimeters long, then she took out a tank top, measured 1.5
centimeters, and cut it in one go. That barely covered her breasts. Wait, don't the bra straps count as length? She said,
"Of course not."

I asked Xiao Xie if that counted. Xiao Xie said, "I only have requirements for you; I can't control her." Oh well, there's nothing I can do.

However, Mana said that was easy to solve. He found some tank tops and bodycon dresses, and cut everything except the 20
centimeters and the 20 centimeters below into strips. The strips didn't count as length, so I
said, "You guys are cheating!" Mana said, "No, we really can't go too far when we're out in the community, or we'll be stoned if we get caught
!" I said, "Okay, I'll let you off the hook, but you can't wear underwear anymore." They said
that was fine.

Although Dubai is a desert city, its greenery is no less impressive than that of Chinese cities. The roadsides are lined with
flowers and plants. Unlike in China, however, the grass is covered with black pipes that regularly spray water
to nourish the plants, almost making you forget that this is a desert city.

We dropped Masha off in Sonapur. Masha asked if we could come back by noon. I said, "Not necessarily,
we can come back after we finish our business."

She said okay, if you guys aren't back by noon, I'll find somewhere to hide. Otherwise, since they've all gone
to work there shouldn't be many people around. But when the workers come back at noon, things might get complicated. I said okay,
call me if anything happens.

Our warehouse is right next to the construction site. To avoid the scorching sun, the workers here all wrapped their heads
tightly with headscarves, only their eyes showing. We grabbed the warehouse key and went to do inventory.

The warehouse was a steel structure, and under the blazing sun, it became a giant oven. It felt like the air inside was burning.
So Xiao Xie and I quickly started inventorying, hoping to finish quickly and go back. But sweat
was pouring out of every pore like a fountain, soon flowing down like a waterfall, from my forehead to my face, from my chest to my lower abdomen,
from my thighs to my heels. I couldn't keep my eyes open for long. When I wiped them, my hands were covered in sweat, and my sports vest and
shorts were soaked.

I need to find somewhere to take a cold shower.

I ran to the nearby toilet and turned on the tap, but the water was scalding hot. I thought I'd
turned the wrong tap on the hot water end, but it was the cold water end. I tried another tap, and it was the same.
Apparently, the water here is stored in a water tank next door and replenished regularly, and the scorching sun had already heated it to boiling point.

My goodness, I really don't know how Arabs lived without air conditioning before. I admire those men on the construction site even more
; they have to be completely covered up to shield themselves from the blazing sun. I don't know how they persevere
.

I found the kitchen next door, which was specially prepared for the Chinese technicians and foremen on the construction site. It had
air conditioning , so I could cool off for a while. Seeing a refrigerator, I opened the door, and sure enough, a blast of cool air hit me—it felt so
refreshing!

I went back and put a bottle of mineral water I'd brought into the freezer. Suddenly, I remembered my experience during the last desert safari
and had I took out a condom I always carry (just in case), filled it with water, tied a knot, and put it in the
freezer.

I played around for a while, but it was still unbearably hot, so I went back to get some mineral water. It wasn't completely frozen yet, so I used it to
cool myself down, and it thawed a little. I took a sip, and it felt amazing.

I looked at the condom; it was almost frozen solid, so I took it to the toilet.

I found a stall, took off my shorts, and prepared to insert it. I realized that it felt about the same when it was filled with water,
but it expanded when it froze, looking much bigger.

As soon as I touched my vagina, the icy coldness sent a shiver down my spine. I stroked my clitoris with it, and it felt
even more stimulating. My vagina was already wet, so I took the opportunity to shove this "ice pop" inside. Oh my god, it
was so thick and big! It felt like my vagina was going to freeze. The stimulation was unbearable, so I rubbed it against the condom.
Ah, it was an almost heavenly feeling! I orgasmed in no time, and my vaginal fluids were everywhere.

This stimulation was a little lighter. Before the ice melted, I inserted it again. Without hesitation, I quickly put on
my shorts , just enough to cover my little hole and half of my buttocks, which were still stuffed with the "ice popsicle." I didn't dare go out like this. I continued with the inventory.

The warehouse was even hotter. The mineral water melted quickly, but it was still a little cold after a sip. However,
the heat would replace it in a few minutes. The ice popsicle in my little hole was still absorbing heat, giving me a simultaneous sensation of
ice and fire .

My shorts were already soaked, and I couldn't tell if it was sweat or vaginal fluid.

The materials that were easy to access outside were all sorted out. I had to go inside. As I crawled in, announcing the quantity of materials,
I noticed that Xiao Xie didn't react. His eyes seemed to be staring straight at me.

I realized that I was indeed too lewd. Wearing a sports vest and mini shorts,
not only was my entire belly and back exposed, but lying like this, it wasn't just half of my buttocks that were exposed; almost my entire buttocks were exposed.

No wonder he was staring so intently. I couldn't help but laugh, so I grabbed a T-junction and threw it at him. "
What are you looking at? Get to work, okay? You can do whatever you want after you're done." Hearing this, he said, "Really, you can do whatever you want?"
I said, "Yeah, as long as you don't go inside."

He said, "Oh, I'm working even harder now."

Chapter Eleven

Sonapur At this pace, it's obviously impossible to finish the inspection by morning.

Around noon, I received a call from Masha: "How are you? Are you not coming back by noon?"
I said, "I'm okay, but I probably won't be back by noon." "Really? What am I going to do? I
'm 'm too scared to come out." "Really? What happened? Are you alright?" "There really
weren't many people this morning. The workers all went to work. It was empty. I saw the kitchen shared by dozens of people and
the empty square. I also saw the rooms filled with bunk beds through the windows. Actually, this place isn't very big; you can see almost
everything at a glance. It's hard to imagine that hundreds of thousands of workers live here, but without them, there would be no Dubai as it is today.
Because the place isn't big, I finished looking around quickly. I thought you probably wouldn't be back so soon, so I thought I'd
wander around the neighborhood. But then..." There wasn't much to see during the day, but I noticed a small grocery store had just
opened , so I decided to check it out. The store was tiny, less than 30 square meters in total. Three walls
were lined with shelves overflowing with all sorts of daily necessities. A small stall held wilted
fruits and vegetables. There was a counter about a meter wide at the entrance, and with all the other miscellaneous items, the already
small shop was packed to the brim, almost suffocating. I guessed that if there were even a few more people, it would be impossible to turn around –
a stark contrast to the Dubai Mall, where you could spend a whole day exploring. The owner, clearly from northern India, seemed very surprised
to see me. I guessed that perhaps no woman had ever entered the shop since it opened. He
asked, "Is there anything I can help you with?" I replied, "I've been shopping for so long, I'm thirsty and hungry. Here's a bottle of water and an
Indian flatbread." I asked him, "How much?" I rummaged through my wallet, "Oh, sorry, I don't have any change." But
he didn't seem to react much, just staring intently at me. Well, it's understandable. He hadn't seen a woman in so long, and to see me dressed
so provocatively—a loose tank top with only 15 centimeters of strap, barely covering my breasts, and without a
bra , they were swaying wildly, threatening to spill out at any moment. No wonder he didn't even blink
. After a long while, he finally noticed the 500 dirham note in my hand. "Sorry, I can't break such a large bill
, but it's just a bottle of water and a note." "Here, have the bread." See, that's how kind we Indians are. I
noticed he seemed lonely, and since you guys were coming back early, I decided to chat with him. It turned out he'd just gotten married,
but his wife was still back in their hometown, and he'd come to Dubai alone to make a living. He showed me pictures of his
adorable daughter and beautiful wife on his phone, saying, "You really look like her!" But something felt off.
While I leaned in to look at the photos on his phone, he was staring at my chest, and his other hand
was about to reach out. I quickly stood up: "What are you doing?" He said, "You're so beautiful, but
aren't you afraid of getting arrested by the police dressed like this in Dubai?" I said, "As long as you don't say anything, no one will see." He said, "
Yeah, if you let me touch you, I won't say anything." I thought, well, I might as well let him have his way, and pulled his
hand over. "Is your wife's breasts this big too?" He kneaded me passionately, saying, "Of course not, you're much bigger than her
." With each knead, waves of pleasure washed over me. He clearly heard the bell ringing and lifted my
skirt . "You're not wearing underwear, are you?" His other hand kneaded my buttocks; the fluid from my vagina had soaked down
my thighs. His hand then touched the still-jingling bell, saying, "You're a really interesting girl.
This isn't enough, is it?" As soon as he finished speaking, I felt his hard penis begin to penetrate my vagina. "So,
you were still wildly fucked."

"Yes, but it's also my fault. He hadn't done it in a long time, so he ejaculated quickly. Just as he was about to go
again, I saw a bus drive by the door, and I could vaguely see that it was full of
laborers . He saw it too, and quickly got up to wipe me off, saying, 'You'd better get out of here quickly, someone will be coming to the shop soon.
' But where could I go? He said, 'Why don't you go to the toilet over there first?' I quickly straightened my clothes and walked towards the
toilet. I could see laborers getting off the bus and walking into the shop. I don't know if they saw me. I felt scared when I got
inside , because I really didn't know what would happen if they saw me. Unlike the small shop where there was only
one person, there were dozens of them in one bus. If they all came back, it would be tens of thousands. Their semen would be enough for me to take a bath
. You should come back quickly." "Okay, find a place to hide for a while. I still have some things to finish
. I'll come pick you up when I'm done." After hanging up the phone, I thought of Mana. I thought she should be okay, so
I called her too:

"How is Mana? Are you alright?"

"Sister Qing, I'm just about to go home."

"Oh, you went out?"

"Yeah, I didn't want to order takeout for lunch, so I thought I'd go to the Italian restaurant downstairs. It's close, so
I went there. There weren't many people on the street, and since I left early, the restaurant wasn't crowded either. But my outfit still attracted
everyone's attention. After all, in this villa area, it's rare to see someone not wearing a black robe, so someone like me was really too
conspicuous. I didn't want to cause any trouble, so I quickly ordered a spaghetti bolognese and found a corner seat. I felt like
everyone's eyes were following me. First, they looked at my thighs; my short skirt only reached my upper thighs, then
my waist and stomach, which were barely visible through strips. They probably could all see that I wasn't
wearing too obvious. Just as I was thinking of going back, the spaghetti arrived, and I
quickly finished it. Before I finished eating, I felt something was off about the young man across from me." He should have finished eating,
but he was still sitting there, and his gaze seemed to never leave me. I hadn't opened my legs
, or he might have seen my wet pussy. Oh well, I quickly ate it all, paid the bill, and left.

Oh no, I think I saw someone walking this way. I'll hang up now and talk to you when I get home. "
She hung up before I could reply. I told Xiao Xie that we shouldn't rest either, let's finish the inventory quickly and pick up Masha.

But first, we need to put the condoms in the refrigerator to chill them again.

Chapter Twelve (The Finale) Shi Xing

We spent another hour or so and finally finished inventorying.

It was the hottest time of noon, and I had drunk several bottles of water, but they all turned into sweat. My whole body
felt like I had crawled out of a river, and the "ice popsicle" in my pussy had almost melted again, but I could still
feel a slight coolness.

I was about to go back to pick up Masha when Xiao Xie came up behind me and hugged me, saying, "You have to keep your word!"
Then he pressed his lips to my chest, kneading my breasts forcefully. I was already on the verge of losing control, and his
actions completely drained my strength.

He wasn't satisfied yet; he pulled up my tank top, my breasts popping out, and then
pulled down my shorts. I exclaimed in shock, "You promised you wouldn't go in!" He said okay, pulling out his enormous penis
and rubbing it between my buttocks—he'd clearly been holding back for a long time.

But the condom, full of fluid, seemed about to slip out. I couldn't let him know the truth, so I grabbed the condom
with one hand and kept pushing it in until it was completely inside.

With my other hand, I grabbed his penis and rubbed it between my legs, feeling it getting thicker and thicker
. I squeezed hard, and semen spurted out.

Then I noticed a lot of workers had appeared at the warehouse entrance. It must be lunch break;
Xiao Xie probably already noticed.

I was getting dressed to go back when I found the workers had already surrounded me; it seemed there was no escape.

Xiao Xie whispered in my ear, "They're all alone out there, it's not easy for them. Why don't you help them?
Otherwise it won't look good if word gets out about you like this." Could I refuse? He had already told them, "Everyone be careful
, okay? We agreed not to insert anything, and it has to be a secret." Actually, no one spoke or answered him,
but suddenly three or four men pounced on me. They weren't as polite as Xiao Xie; maybe they'd been holding back for too long. They
immediately started pinching my breasts and buttocks hard, and someone's finger went straight into my vagina.
The result was obvious: they pulled out the condom full of water. Oh my god, I'd been caught red-handed! I wished I could
disappear into a hole. Xiao Xie looked at me with disbelief. It seemed there was no point in saying anything; I could only... I stuck to my last
line : "Xiao Xie, look in my bag, there's another condom. Please
, I don't want to get pregnant here." Thankfully, they mostly kept their word. Those who penetrated me mostly
wore condoms, and for the ones without, I struggled fiercely to get them to put one on. Anyway, there were so many men, they wouldn't miss one. Often,
several men would surround me, kneading and rubbing their penises in various ways, making me gasp and tremble
all over . The pleasure spread from my vagina to my entire body—thighs, buttocks, front and back, breasts, all the way to my forehead
and toes.

I couldn't tell who was who anymore, and it didn't matter. I guessed Xiao Xie was mixed in with the crowd. After
almost a dozen men had penetrated me at least once, I lost count of how many times I orgasmed.

They didn't leave until 2:30 AM, when the workers were on their way to work.

The condom they shared was full of semen. Xiao Xie carried me to their communal bathroom and washed me with
boiling water.

Since Xiao Xie had already taken my clothes off, they weren't very dirty; after wiping them, they were still wearable.

As I was getting ready to head back, I noticed several missed calls on my phone. Apparently, I hadn't heard
them at all during the chaos. There were calls for both Masha and Mana. I wondered if they were alright. I called them back, but they didn't answer! I panicked. Could
they be like me?

I told Xiao Xie to hurry back and pick up Masha. Xiao Xie handed me a condom and asked if I wanted it. I recognized it immediately—it
was the same condom that had been filled with semen from earlier! Thank goodness Xiao Xie had collected the semen and
cleaned .

This was my spoils for the day; how could I refuse? I took it and inserted it back into her vagina.

By the time we arrived in Sonapur, it was already past 3 PM. I was still wondering how to find Masha
when I saw the place was packed with people. I had a bad feeling. Xiao Xie said, "You stay in the car.
You'll die if you come out like this! I'll go check." I had never seen Xiao Xie so manly. Watching him slowly
squeeze through the crowd, it took him a good ten minutes before he finally carried Masha out. The crowd gradually dispersed, and Xiao
Xie gently placed her in the car and got into the driver's seat to drive.

Masha was almost dying: "Sister Qing, I just hung up the phone, and they found me..." But
she couldn't finish her sentence. Her top was gone, her skirt was almost torn to shreds,
and even one of her bells seemed to be missing. Her whole body was covered in thick semen, which was still flowing from her mouth and vagina. She was right;
a bath would have been enough.

I felt deeply guilty; it was all my fault for insisting they dress like that. I wondered how Mana was now.
I tried calling her, but no one answered.

Xiao Xie drove to our apartment first, and Masha took a shower. We changed into long dresses and rushed to Mana
's villa area. It was already past 4 PM.

The neighborhood was quiet, but the mosque across the street was packed with people. Could Mana be there?
We squeezed through the crowd, and sure enough, Mana was there, tied to a pillar. Her skirt was pulled
up by a rope, and she was sitting naked on the ground, right there in front of everyone. What had happened? We rushed over:

"Mana, what happened to you?"

"I just hung up the phone and they caught me. They tried to rape me, but I refused, and they dragged me here. I'm
done for. I think I'll be stoned. Look, they've already prepared the stones. We can't dig a pit here; I wonder
if they'll just tie me up here for the execution. What am I going to do? My parents are coming back soon. How can I face
them?" "I'm sorry, Mana, it's all my fault. I've ruined everything for you. What can we do to save you? What
can I do? Your parents can save you, right?" "Sister Qing, it's not your fault. No one can save me. I've been playing
around for so long; I deserve to be punished. Allah must be angry this time. No one can save me. You should
leave , don't get dragged into this. My parents are here too. Oh God, how am I going to face them?"
Two elderly men emerged from the mosque and announced in loud voices: "After a long discussion, we have reached a verdict. Our
opinions are unanimous: the death penalty will be carried out. For the sake of fairness, it will be executed today in this mosque. This woman has tarnished our
reputation; she must pay the price for her crimes. With every stone thrown, you will regain your honor."
(See the film *Solaia, the Stone-Thrower*) After saying this, they handed the stones to Mana's parents first, because
according to custom, the family member had to throw the first stone. They were trembling with anger, and her mother broke down, covering her face
and crying as she came out.

Just as her father was about to throw the first stone, we rushed forward: "Uncle, can't you save Mana?"
But suddenly several people came and pulled us away, because stoning was forbidden to outsiders; we could only vaguely see...
When Mana's father tried to throw stones, he returned crying. The stones had barely traveled a meter before
raining down on Mana, accompanied by deafening roars.

The last thing they saw of Mana was her, stained crimson with blood, hanging lifelessly from a pillar, like a
withered rose.

I couldn't bear it any longer. Crying, I pulled Xiao Xie back. I felt only hatred and disgust for this legendary country.

Less than a month later, I resigned, leaving this land that seemed to still be in the Stone Age, never
to return .

[The End]

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