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【The Fall of the Perfect Lady 4】The Debut Performance of the Perfect Bitch 

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"Mmm...tsk...squeak—"

With lewd sounds, the heroine, the Perfect Lady, and the Serpent-Eyed Lady were engaged in a fierce battle, oblivious to everyone around them.

The hostess, her face flushed and heart pounding, finally couldn't help but cough lightly to remind the two.

Wendy lingered, her tongue lingering on his lips for a few more moments before stopping the kiss. She raised an eyebrow, looking at the hostess with slight displeasure. Wendy, who had just been lost in a passionate kiss, had narrowed her eyes, showing no shyness but rather an arrogant and reproachful expression, causing the somewhat naive intern to lower her head.

Wendy's face was adorned with heavy, seductive makeup and pale purple eyeshadow. Her brows had lost all their former spirit, instead exuding a seductive and wanton air. Every smile and frown revealed a hungry, unsatisfied desire, and her body unconsciously leaned into her hostess's arms, yearning for the embrace of her lover.

“Go on, my little slut, they’re waiting for you,” Madam Snake Eyes slapped Wendy’s buttocks, urging her on.

The sound of the slap echoed simultaneously in Wendy’s ear and on her buttocks, the combined sensation triggering a morbid pleasure. “Ah~?” Wendy cried out, turning back with a smile. “Yes, my mistress.” She then proudly swayed her pert buttocks, reluctantly leaving her lover’s caress. Wendy’s full, round buttocks, after days of abuse and violation, had not only grown larger than before, but even this light slap sent waves of pleasure through her, her desire overflowing. Wendy swayed her hips, her wet thighs rubbing against each other, and strode seductively towards her stage.

Through the door, amplified words came through the loudspeaker: “Now, please welcome the UN Women’s Rights Ambassador—Ms. Perfect!” Then came a continuous burst of applause.

Yes, Wendy was about to walk out of that door, into the United Nations conference hall, and announce to everyone that she was relinquishing her status as the Perfect Lady and her superhero duties, retiring from superhero life to become a glorious super-prostitute.

Wendy licked her lips, savoring the afterglow of the moment, exaggeratedly swaying her hips, proudly obeying her mistress's commands, walking towards the center of the stage amidst the astonished gasps and flashing lights of the crowd. Her

meticulously modified erotic uniform could no longer contain her enormous breasts, trembling with every step. The outlines of her nipples were clearly visible against the ultra-thin rubber. Down her toned abdomen and slender waist, her vulva was bulging from the high-slit rubber, constantly stimulated by the bumps on the inside, secreting fluid that soaked her inner thighs. Dark brown wetness rubbed against her with each seductive step, teasing herself. The endless lust made her thighs, encased in stockings, appear even smoother and more sensual, radiating a seductive glow. The high-cut bodysuit and stockings, coupled with the decorative miniskirt, exuded the aura of a high-class prostitute—the kind who would arrive at her hotel at supersonic speed.

"Hey, all you little bitches who masturbate while looking at my photos and videos, good evening!" Wendy's alluring eyes swept across the room, and she waved with a smile.

"I think it's time to announce some big news, oh—heavier than my breasts!" Wendy giggled and leaned onto the stage, unabashedly exposing her enormous breasts beneath the deep V-neck to everyone present. She leaned forward, her breasts slightly deforming on the stage, then bouncing her body up with a slight release. Wendy giggled, a hazy blush spreading across her face.

Under the influence of large amounts of hormones and sexual stimulation, those breasts had been transformed into a pair of erotic and wanton secret weapons. After prolonged injections of highly concentrated aphrodisiac essence, Wendy's enormous breasts were now overflowing with aphrodisiac-infused milk, constantly experiencing tingling, itching, and throbbing sexual stimulation due to the endless engorgement.

Of course, this also had significant side effects for Wendy; the mere 24-hour engorgement was driving her to ecstasy, constantly making her want to rub and even abuse her breasts.

Seeing the stunned expressions of the audience below, Wendy couldn't help but feel a little smug. They were always staring at her breasts; both men and women were cowards who secretly glanced at their own breasts. Today, she would let them see to their hearts' content.

At the opportune moment, Madam Snake Eyes pressed the button, and the uterine vibrator and clitoral ring in Wendy's abdomen began to vibrate gently. Wendy let out a muffled groan, then a flush rose to her face. She knew all too well what was happening.

Now she could use her superpowers under the stimulation of pleasure, but who cared? It's just a trivial setting from an adult video; it's more accurate to say she can't live without sexual pleasure anymore, perhaps even developing a constitution that prevents her from using her abilities without it.

Wendy lightly tapped the podium with her finger, effortlessly supporting her weight, deftly turning and lifting her leg, elegantly and boldly sitting on the podium with her feet crossed. "I've had enough of this boring hero game."

As her declaration echoed through the hall amplified by the loudspeaker, a faint buzzing sound also accompanied it. Wendy's seemingly unintentional sitting posture caused the microphone on the podium to be pointed at her crossed thighs, allowing the sounds of her vaginal fluids and the vibrator to resonate throughout the hall.

Only the most remarkable heroine could indulge in such a vulgar and daring shameful game in the United Nations hall. So public yet so secretive, so noble yet so base. The perverse excitement brought on by the stark contrast had already intoxicated Wendy. Were the guys in the audience already aware of what was happening? Or were they pretending not to know? What are you cowardly fools waiting for? Why aren't you on stage raping me and shattering my facade? Remember this scene and go home to fantasize and masturbate, you cowardly pigs! I know I'm the eternal heroine in your porn collections, the savior of your sexual fantasies.

Wendy thought contemptuously, her hands becoming increasingly unrestrained, secretly squeezing her sensitive spots, suppressing her lust as she continued, "So, from now on, I, the Perfect Lady, will officially change my name to—Perfect Bitch!" The moment she uttered this word, Wendy's pupils dilated with excitement, her eyes filled with unnatural fanaticism and obsession. She repeated loudly, as if compulsively, "Perfect Bitch is me! I am Perfect Bitch!" Only

after she fervently shouted this line did Wendy seem to recover from a drug addiction, letting out a satisfied sigh. The phrase "perfect bitch" still excited her so much that when she uttered it, her nipples tensed, and a trickle of milk spilled out, leaving a noticeable dark stain on her uniform. Revealing her true identity to the world for the first time brought her to a brief climax.

Wendy paused, recovering from the afterglow of her orgasm, while the astonished crowd below whispered amongst themselves.

This wouldn't do; this was her personal stage, and you all had to be fully focused on her! Thinking this, Wendy slammed her hand on the podium. The podium cracked with a sharp sound, a hole appearing in its surface. The hall fell silent instantly.

"Of course, the way I serve society has to change too~ To prevent your semen-filled brains from not understanding... I've specially brought you my brainwashing AV debut, 'Perfect Bitch: Addicted to Rape'! Of course, she's not a real virgin, hehe." Wendy chuckled and pressed the pink remote control in her hand. The entire hall suddenly darkened, and a beam of light shone on the projection screen.

Familiar music started playing, and Wendy hummed along. Soon, the entire hall fell into an eerie silence, and everyone present stared blankly at the exaggerated yet clumsy cross-dressing AV on the screen. Their eyes lost their luster.

"Ha...ha, finally...everyone...everyone's been hypnotized by my lewd appearance, finally...finally I can masturbate to my heart's content!" Wendy couldn't wait to spread her legs and frantically rubbed her clitoris. The specially designed ultra-thin bodysuit tightly covered her vulva and clitoris, perfectly transmitting all the pleasure.

Wendy was breathing heavily like a bitch in heat. Everyone present was hypnotized by the pornographic video she had filmed. It was such an exciting scene, and she could finally reveal her true nature as a perverted nymphomaniac.

“Master… Ha… Master, am I doing well? Hurry… Hurry up and punish me, reward me… Anything is fine, hurry up and play with me, let me shamelessly have a public orgasm!”

But there was no response. Wendy immediately fell into a self-destructive mood of grievance, torturing her engorged breasts in self-destructive behavior, completely unaware that she had fallen into the side effects of being enslaved by the milk due to the long period of not expressing milk.

Under the excessive pressure of the mammary glands, the enslavement aphrodisiac that originally dissolved in the milk seeped into the blood vessels again and flowed into Wendy's brain. At this time, Wendy's intelligence gradually deteriorated, and her mind and emotions showed a tendency towards childish and bimbo-like behavior, revealing a morbid dependence on the "mistress".

“Ugh! My breasts are so engorged, is there anyone who can help this slutty cow squeeze some milk?” Wendy looked at the crowd below who were completely in a hypnotic state and showed an innocent yet cruel smile.

With a quick wipe of her milk-stained hand on the stage, she leaped off and landed on the most beautiful woman closest to her.

Wendy casually picked up the name tag on her desk that read "Informal Advisor" and tossed it aside. Wendy's brain at the moment lacked the interest and ability to comprehend the term. This blonde, blue-eyed woman in a business suit might be the wife or daughter of a president, but what did it matter? Identity was merely a spice for the inverted sexual encounter.

Wendy snapped her fingers in front of the woman's bewildered eyes, slightly rousing the advisor's consciousness.

"Um... I... What am I doing? Perfect Lady... What's wrong with you?" The blonde woman finally shifted her attention from the hypnotic video and asked indistinctly. Clearly, she hadn't fully awakened from the hypnosis.

Wendy brazenly lifted her cheek, greedily appraising her beauty. "What's your name?"

"Me? My name is... My name is Erica..." Erica's eyes were vacant, her brows furrowed, as if even remembering her own name was difficult for her.

Wendy licked her lips, a wicked smile playing on her lips as she reached out and pressed her hand against Erica's lips, saying, "Erica, I have an important task for you..."

"Give me a good suckle on these breasts!" With a forceful tug on the membrane at the front of her chest, the neckline of her bodysuit burst open, releasing a thick, warm scent of milk. A pair of large, wet breasts, dripping with milk, sprang out with a thud.

A few drops of milk splashed onto Erica's face and slowly slid down. Before Erica could react, Wendy pulled her into her arms, wildly pressing her milk-covered breasts against her cheek. This massage caused more milk to overflow from her nipples, the white milk turning into countless fine white threads, splattering all over Erica's face and staining her white business shirt completely transparent.

It was like a fragrant baptism, bathing Erica in it. "Ah..." "What...what's going on...perfect...madam..." Erica, her mind hazy, had Wendy's eyes wet with milk, obediently licking at it amidst the milky white. The smooth flesh and sweet milk captivated Erica. Perhaps her instincts had been awakened by the hypnosis, Erica smacked her tongue and buried her face in Wendy's chest like a docile puppy.

"Ah! Yes...and...and there, don't forget the nipples, suck hard, bite hard...ah! That's wonderful, you slut!" Wendy pressed one hand against Erica's head and vigorously rubbed her own clitoris with the other. Her body, after long-term training and modification, quickly reached a lesbian orgasm. Wendy frowned, tilted her head back, sighed deeply, and then pulled Erica back, collapsing onto the table and breathing heavily. She had clearly reached orgasm, but the intense movement did nothing to awaken the hypnotized Erica. On the contrary, due to the effects of the enslavement milk, Erica continued to happily please her mistress, a lewd and seductive smile on her face.

As the drug levels in her blood decreased after the milk ejaculation orgasm, Wendy's intelligence gradually returned, bringing with it even more vicious and lewd thoughts. For example, turning everyone present into her brainwashed sex slaves?

"Oh, I've got a good idea." "Wendy held Erica affectionately in her arms and said softly, "Come on, my little darling, now make yourself comfortable too."

Erica looked up at Wendy, bewildered, and subconsciously licked the milk that had spilled from the corner of her mouth. Like a toddler learning to speak, she murmured repeatedly, "Yes... for the perfect lady... to make myself... comfortable."

Wendy revealed a bewitching smile. The wicked yet sweet pleasure of manipulating other people's minds was something she had never experienced before. "Yes, you're very clever. Now, strip off your hypocritical clothes!" Wendy commanded.

"Yes... I'm very clever... I hate... hypocritical... clothes... stripped off... comfortable..." She raised her hand and began to unbutton her collar. She slowly unbuttoned her blouse, revealing a plain-colored bra. She tried to unhook her bra, but couldn't find the clasp. Under the influence of the aphrodisiac, she couldn't even remember that the bra clasp was at the back. "

Yes, untie this awful restraint." Wendy hooked her little finger and easily tore off the bra. A sudden coolness on her chest made Erica gasp softly.

Wendy leaned close to Erica's ear and whispered hypnotic words into her mind: "You are now in a warm, spring-like grassland, you feel increasingly free..."

"...Grassland...spring breeze...freedom..." A blissful smile appeared on Erica's dazed face.

Wendy whispered in her ear again, "It's warm, it's relaxing. Only when you leave me will you feel the endless cold."

"Warm...relaxing...leaving...cold," Erica said, snuggling closer to Wendy.

Wendy reached out and lifted Erica's skirt, gently caressing her through her silk panties. Wendy praised, "Very good. The warmth has taken away your unnecessary thoughts; fully feel the touch of your body."

"Ah...I...I...what's wrong...I'm so happy..." "So comfortable," Erica slumped into Wendy's arms, rubbing against her affectionately like a cold young animal. She curled up in Wendy's embrace, inhaling her scent...

The doors of the UN hall opened again, but the reporters' flashes remained silent. Everyone stood frozen, cameras in hand, unsure whether to capture the scene.

"What are you standing there for? Hurry up and take pictures!" Wendy stepped out of the doors, casually greeting the reporters.

Looking at the stunned crowd, Wendy flashed a wanton and smug smile, completely unconcerned about her exposed skin. "Don't just stare at my breasts," Wendy said, "you should capture this moment, this magnificent moment." Wendy winked and smiled at the camera, declaring, "From now on, the perfect bitch is me, I am the perfect bitch!" Behind her, her hypnotized slaves were endlessly pleasuring and playing in the United Nations hall.

After a long period of complete blackout, Wendy finally recovered from the afterglow of her climax.

A strong sense of satisfaction and accomplishment followed, as if she had just accomplished something great.

She had only watched the entire "Perfect Bitch" series of adult videos, but a pleasant and comfortable feeling lingered in her chest, refusing to dissipate. Back in reality, however, she felt a slight regret. After all, the real Wendy didn't have any hypnotized slaves to please her.

Reluctantly, Wendy packed up her entire set of toys, and by the time she had cleaned up all traces, it was already afternoon.

"Right, what was I planning to do?" Wendy couldn't quite remember; she'd been incredibly forgetful lately. She flipped open the notepad on her bedside table. It read, "Investigate the 'Perfect Bitch' series AV distribution company." Wendy was confused. When had she even considered this? It was just an ordinary AV distributor, and she completely trusted all their products and actions. When did she become suspicious?

Feeling disoriented, Wendy instinctively crumpled the note into a ball and threw it in the trash, but then stopped.

Just in case, she should investigate. The retired heroine decided to follow her intuition. A comeback now and then wasn't such a bad thing.

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