My story with the kitten

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Chapter 1

We love each other very much and have been together for several years. However, something that's really bothering me lately is that my boyfriend wants me to dress very sexy and provocative when we go out together. He's

made me wear all sorts of sexy clothes—tank tops, semi-transparent tops, mini skirts—anything that can be as revealing as possible. He'll buy me clothes that expose my body as much as possible and make me wear them.

And even though they're already very short, he'll have them altered to be even shorter and have slits added. I have a bunch of mini skirts in my closet that have already been altered to around 24 centimeters long, with slits of about 5 centimeters on each side. Wearing those skirts is practically the same as not wearing anything at all—it's so embarrassing!

And he also wants me to go out without underwear! Sometimes I'm so afraid of flashing!

My situation when I go out is just like what's described in this erotic article! It's terrifying! No matter how careful I am when walking up the stairs, someone will always see under my skirt because it's so short. Even a slight height difference means people can see my buttocks and other private parts.

Ugh! You can't imagine what it's like unless you see it for yourself. So, I always have my boyfriend behind me to at least cover up my skirt and block everyone's gaze. Otherwise, people behind me can see everything. It's the same every time I get in a taxi; no matter how I try, I can't hide the fact that I'm not wearing anything underneath. I

often see stories online about girlfriends dressing like this and then going to great lengths to expose their girlfriends in public. But in all these years, I've never seen a girl dressed like the one I'm wearing. Stories are just stories; they're all probably fake.

For me, the scenarios in the story are my real life. The difference is that when people other than my boyfriend see me, I don't feel excited or want to be naked. I just feel nervous and shy. More often than not, I

feel very uncomfortable and awkward because of the strange looks I get from others. When we're shopping, women don't react much when they see me, but men just stare intently at my thighs. It's so uncomfortable.

Ugh! I bet someone has seen up my skirt without my knowledge or awareness. Thinking about it makes me so angry! And in other people's eyes, I'd probably be criticized for being very indecent and lacking self-respect, maybe even mistaken for a prostitute. I asked

my boyfriend why he likes me to dress so revealingly in public, and he said it's sexy! He loves looking at my thighs!

I told him, "You can just wear that at home, why wear it out?" He said, "He likes to see me walking around like that!" (I don't understand! I'm not a model! And those are clothes for going out!) I asked him why he doesn't want me to wear underwear?

He said, "He likes the way I look in skirts without underwear." [Still don't understand? It's me not wearing underwear! What does it matter to him?] I asked him if he wasn't afraid of others seeing me.

He said, "He'd feel proud that way!" [What's so proud about his girlfriend being seen?] If I could, I'd definitely like to wear a longer skirt and underwear before going out shopping. But he likes me dressed so revealingly, and I love him so much, so I just do as he says. But going out dressed like this is really scary!

Actually, for the first few years, my boyfriend just wanted me to wear skirts more often because he said I wore jeans too often and didn't look like a girl. He said I should wear skirts more often to look more feminine. I'm a girl, so I thought there was nothing wrong with wearing skirts, and I started wearing skirts as my boyfriend requested.

Later, my boyfriend wanted me to wear even shorter skirts. I didn't think much of it then. Shorter skirts make me look younger, so I wore short skirts even in mild weather.

Then one day, in the movie theater, my boyfriend suddenly asked me to take off my underwear, saying he wanted to touch me. Of course, I had no choice but to nervously take off my underwear. I didn't know if any of the other viewers saw me; I was so nervous and guilty that I didn't dare touch anything else. After taking off my underwear, my boyfriend happily started to get inappropriate. Under his teasing, I couldn't concentrate on the movie at all. And after leaving the theater, he didn't let me put my underwear back on for the entire day. I went shopping with my boyfriend without underwear.

After that, he wanted me not to wear underwear outside of my period. By this time, I already felt that this request was a bit excessive!

Finally, one day when I was wearing a short skirt, he took a ruler and measured the length of my skirt. Then he took one of my skirts and altered it to only 25 centimeters long. I thought that altering that skirt would probably ruin it!

After I wore it back, he actually said he liked it! (meaning he could wear it out!) After that, all the skirts that could be altered were altered to be super short, and the ones that couldn't be altered were never worn again.

And from now on, I'll have to wear the altered skirt whenever I go out, and I can't wear underwear underneath.

I feel like I've been led into this situation step by step. Recently, my boyfriend said he could shorten it by another 1 to 2 centimeters. That's possible, but once I wear it, I won't be able to take long strides!

I'm telling you all this just to see if any other couples are in a similar situation!

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Naturally, the girl's post attracted a lot of discussion online. The majority of netizens supported continuing to expose herself, while many advised her to stop cooperating with her boyfriend and to protect herself. Of course, there were also many unwanted advances, asking for the girl's contact information, wanting to take things further.

After watching for a few days, I felt the person who posted the question wasn't hiding behind a computer playing a silly little boy role-playing game, so I also sent an email to her contact information.

Of course, I don't want to cheat or have an affair. I'm simply trying to hear women's honest thoughts on exposure while I'm writing articles. My wife's opinions are somewhat biased, trying to please me. I want to hear the most truthful opinions so I can write more realistic articles.

That's really my intention. If any readers don't believe me, just laugh it off. I've already vaguely heard people saying, "His intentions are obvious to everyone," haha.

I briefly introduced myself and explained my purpose. I thought I wouldn't get a response, but a few days later, I received an email. We started exchanging information. She recounted her boyfriend's crazy exposure stories, and I, from the perspective of a guy who enjoys exposure games, answered her questions from a male perspective, while also asking her to tell me her honest feelings.

Below is a short story I heard from the girl, which I'd like to share with you.
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Two weeks ago, my boyfriend and I seemed to have exposed ourselves again. We went to a high-end restaurant where valet parking was required. The waiter opened the door and stood there waiting for me to get out of the car.

I was really nervous at that time because I was wearing a very short skirt to go out, and my boyfriend asked me not to wear underwear. My skirt was practically bare, and I was sure I would be exposed as soon as I stepped out of the car. So I had to use my bag to cover my private parts and then try to get out of the car as quietly as possible. It was the same when I got back in the car.

However, the action of stepping out of the car door still posed a significant risk of exposure. I was too nervous to look up at the waiter's eyes. As I stepped out of the car, I could only grit my teeth and lift my leg, waiting for the exposure to happen. I didn't know if I had covered myself properly; perhaps the waiter had already seen everything under my skirt. It was so embarrassing.

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Once, in a parking lot stairwell, my boyfriend, seeing no one around, suddenly wanted me to take off my top and climb one flight of stairs. At the time, I was a little hesitant to accept his request, but because I really love him, I reluctantly agreed to his unreasonable demand.

After taking off my clothes, I was shirtless in the parking lot. Because of my nervousness, I even wrapped my arms around my chest. My boyfriend then demanded that I let go of my arms and climb the stairs.

"Just let go of my hand and climb one floor." My boyfriend, worried I might be too scared to climb, pulled me by the hand and started heading towards the stairs. I reluctantly began climbing, feeling really nervous. It was quite noisy there, so I didn't know if anyone would open the door or come up from downstairs.

"Oh! Honey! What are you thinking? You're such a pervert! What if someone sees us!" My mind was filled with thoughts of my boyfriend's unreasonable request, but I could only comply and try to comfort myself. I thought that even if someone saw us, it wouldn't matter, as long as they didn't "seek justice" and call the police. If they did see us, it would only be awkward for five seconds before we quickly ran away.

But my boyfriend was indeed very excited at the time. After we reached the top of the stairs, he kept touching me. His reaction actually made me quite happy, hehe!

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Another time, I was browsing in a bookstore. I was looking at cards downstairs when he said he was going to the second floor to look for computer books. I told him I'd come find him later, but the elevator was broken, so I took the escalator.

My boyfriend wasn't there to cover my skirt, which was about to expose me, so I thought I could just use my bag to cover it.

Then a guy followed me up the escalator. I didn't think much of it. When we got to the second floor, I looked at some finance books.

"Are you interested in finance, miss?" he said, trying to strike up a conversation. I felt he was acting strange; his eyes kept glancing down at my legs. I didn't answer him and quickly ran to my boyfriend. It happens

quite often when strangers approach me like this. Some people just come up and start conversations with random, pointless things, their eyes wandering and looking inappropriately. I generally ignore them.

Looking back, he probably saw up my skirt when we were on the escalator. It was quite uncomfortable; my boyfriend always likes me to dress like this, and I don't know how many people have seen me. It's infuriating.

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Once, I went to try on shoes and wasn't paying attention. As soon as I sat down, I saw up my skirt in the mirror. It felt so strange, but because I really liked those shoes, I forced myself to try them on.

The male sales clerk saw everything, but since he was good-looking, I didn't feel disgusted. My heart was racing, and my genitals started to feel wet.

Then, the sales clerk went too far and reached out to touch my thigh. Luckily, there were quite a few people around, otherwise he probably would have put his hand under my skirt.

I quickly finished trying them on and ran to find my boyfriend. The sales clerk's actions really startled me.

Chapter Two: Emotional Infidelity

As we exchanged emails, I talked more and more with the girl who was dressed so revealingly, and we talked about everything. Eventually, we exchanged MSN contacts.

Gradually, our conversations became more and more intimate, eventually turning us into close friends who could talk about anything. I jokingly called us the most familiar strangers.

Because we both had too many secrets we couldn't confide in or discuss with our friends or even our partners in the real world, we both needed a loyal and safe listener.

I was a man yearning for a soulmate, and she was a woman wanting to understand her boyfriend's psychology. As we got to know each other better, we talked more and more, mostly late at night, often until dawn. At that time, I thought to myself, "Those men and women who cheat must have extraordinary stamina; how can they endure that without an iron body?"

At that point, I thought our conversations were just a little risqué, so I didn't have many reservations. Little did I know that our mutual attraction was quietly and steadily growing.

"Why have you never asked me for photos? Don't you want to see them?" one day, the girl, who was dressed provocatively, asked me curiously.

"Hehe, I contacted you to understand girls' thoughts, not just to see your photos!" I was still trying to maintain my image.

"These things should respect a girl's wishes. Of course I'm curious too, because I'm a man, but I think if you trust me, you'll naturally share. I don't like forcing people." I answered rationally and seriously. "

Hmm, but it's still strange if you don't want to see them. My confidence is shaken! I didn't realize my allure was so weak." The girl was slightly saddened. "

I really want to see them, but that depends on your willingness. I just want to show more gentlemanly manners." I quickly told the girl.

"Oh! Still a crow! Just a better one!" The girl teased me playfully.

"Hmm! You can see them!" After chatting for a while, the girl said that after considering it, she was willing to share the photos with me and asked for my opinion.

"Thank you for not disliking this white crow." I said guiltily.
The girl sent me a link to some photos, but asked me not to save them. Heaven knows how much of a test that was for a guy! But since she trusted me, I had to resist the urge to save them. "But you can not save them, I'll add the hyperlink to my favorites, that won't be against the rules!" I pleaded a little.

"Fine, whatever you want, honestly!" The girl was at her wit's end. At first, the photos she sent were quite wholesome. Every single one was exactly as she'd described online—the skirts were incredibly short, showing off her long, beautiful legs, and some even revealed a third of her buttocks. The photos themselves were fairly wholesome, but because she wasn't wearing underwear, you could vaguely see pubic hair. For a guy, those were still pretty lewd photos.

We started discussing whether her photos were wholesome or had a suggestive feel, and gradually the topics got more and more explicit. Perhaps because we were getting more comfortable talking, the girl even directly asked me if I had an arousal.

I honestly told her that if you don't have an arousal, you're not a man.

"Want to see even more revealing photos? Then show me your most beastly side!" The girl maliciously began testing my willpower.

By this point, the atmosphere had become ambiguous, and I couldn't hold back any longer. I abandoned my rational side and began to show my primal, lustful side. From that moment on, our relationship was forever changed, and I even took advantage of my wife's sleep to have my first online sex session with a stranger.

Although it was just wishful thinking in words, the experience was incredibly stimulating for me. Despite feeling guilty, I couldn't stop.

As dawn approached, we dragged our tired bodies back to our respective partners to sleep. The girl even gave me homework: I had to write her a love letter to move her, and carefully reply to each of her photos with my thoughts, along with my fantasies about her.

At that moment, it dawned on me. I finally understood why my parents had spent so much money sending me to writing classes when I was little.

The benefit of being able to write was that I could write love letters to woo girls. Today, I suddenly had a profound realization! I should probably thank my parents properly!

From then on, our relationship changed. Every night, we were like first lovers, with endless topics to discuss. What set us apart from other couples was that I knew she wasn't averse to exhibitionism, and she knew my purpose in pursuing her was probably to find a partner to play exhibitionist games with.

We tacitly agreed not to mention that we both already had partners, hoping to lessen our guilt.

Some might find our selfishness appalling, but for someone with an exhibitionist tendency, finding a girl who accepts such exposure is a dream come true. I didn't care about societal norms or the consequences. At that moment, I was willing to give up everything to pursue her, just to satisfy the exhibitionist desire coursing through my veins. From the girl's perspective,

my gentle care, passionate pursuit, and my primal desire for her alluring body repeatedly ignited her most primal instincts—the raw impulse and anticipation of pursuing a woman. I, in turn, ignited the fire of desire within her.

So, during the day, we lived our normal lives; at night, we indulged our wildest desires online. As our feelings deepened, the day finally arrived when the girl agreed to go out with me.

"Do you really want to come out with me? How about you come shopping with me next time? I'll dress really hot! What do you want me to wear?" the girl asked me suggestively.

"Me? I'd also like you not to wear anything underneath, but the skirt length can be a little longer, like your white pencil skirt, and don't wear underwear." I seriously considered what I wanted her to wear.

"Really? Why? Don't you like to go for revealing outfits? I thought you'd choose the shortest one?" the girl asked, a little puzzled.

"I prefer the subtle kind of exposure. I'm way more sophisticated at it than your boyfriend. The most exciting part of exposure is the immorality of the act, the feeling of the female body being partially revealed, and the voyeuristic aspect. You want to sneak in but can't, you want to see but can't, you see but can't see clearly, you can't touch even if you can, and you can't eat even if you can touch. Each link in is interconnected, and that's the beauty of the ultimate exposure! If you go out dressed too scantily, you'll attract too much attention, and you won't be able to expose yourself any further. That would mean you lose the fun of the exposure process. If you strip naked all at once, there's no sense of exposure at all." I was trying very hard to explain my reasoning, but I didn't know if she understood such a strange explanation.

It felt like being with those professional prostitutes—you meet them, agree on a price, and they strip naked and do it like they're in a 100-meter sprint. It was so boring, not even as fun as reading erotic novels and fantasizing about masturbation. The real pros were the top-tier prostitutes who knew how to play hard to get, how to confide in men—they captivated everyone. Explaining it like that should make it much clearer,

right? "Even more daring exposure? Like?" the girl continued curiously.
"That way we can find good spots more easily, and see you intently performing your wardrobe malfunctions, right? If too many people are watching you, you'll be less relaxed, won't you? You'll be embarrassed to perform! That wouldn't be fun!" I explained my quirks to her.

"Wearing short skirts will still get you 'good' spots, right? It shouldn't have anything to do with skirt length, right?" the girl asked, puzzled.

"Oh! So you're addicted! You like having more people see you!" I was surprised by the girl's openness, but it made me even happier and more excited about going out with her.

"So you want me to expose myself in a crowd?" After all that, the girl finally realized what I was thinking.

"Yeah! That's why I'm having you wear something longer so you can carefully filter your options. When you see a guy you like, we'll do the exposure game with him." I started planning the exposure game.

"But if going out with me is just doing these things, won't you find it boring? Your boyfriend asks you out for the same things!" I was a little worried she'd get bored, because the biggest taboo when dating a girl is "boredom," no matter if it's for pure love, sex, or exposure. If a girl finds it boring, it'll be hard to ask her out again, so I asked tentatively.

"My boyfriend will still be hesitant because I'm his girlfriend, but you won't be?" The girl hesitated for a moment, then answered shyly.

"Are you looking forward to something more exciting? Tell me how your boyfriend does things outside?" Since the girl had said that, it would be really unreasonable for me to give up this great opportunity.

"I'll bite him in the locker room; lift my skirt when no one's behind me; find a chair that will expose me; pull open my clothes in the restaurant to show him my breasts; deliberately drop things on the floor and make me pick them up, but I can't squat down, I've done all those bending over or spreading my legs." The girl carefully thought of every exhibitionist game her boyfriend had ever played on her.

"So, do you want me to be a beast or gentle?" I wanted to confirm her preferred approach.

"It's not the first time, gentleness doesn't matter anymore." The girl answered honestly.

"Then how about we try playing an exhibitionist game? When we're out, if I hear you say 'take it off,' you have to take it off without hesitation, and you have to do whatever I tell you to do." I brought up the most perverted idea I had in mind from Japanese exhibitionist videos, something my wife wouldn't dare to do at this stage.

"Haha! You're so exaggerated! That's really perverted! I didn't realize there were so many kinds of exhibitionism. I thought dressing provocatively and being willing to expose myself was enough to satisfy you!" The girl didn't expect me to make such a request.

"You want me to be a beast, don't you? You can't accept this?" I answered her matter-of-factly.

"Yeah, you saw how short my skirt is, right? I really don't need to deliberately show it off; passersby can see it anyway!" the girl defended herself.

"Wearing too much clothing and exposing yourself are different! Wearing too much clothing means you're being spied on, which is completely different from you actively exposing yourself to others. Of course, the first time you have to expose yourself to me first, let me have my fun before others can have a look!" I started to take a more forceful approach and demand from her.

"But? Even if I deliberately expose myself, that counts as being proactive. If I actively expose myself, I'll still consider the situation. I don't like having my skirt lifted up for no reason!" the girl protested.

"You didn't see people's reactions face-to-face, that's not enough. I'm a beast, I don't care what you want! When are you coming out with me? Stop talking so much nonsense! I bet you're just too scared. Those photos of you were probably taken and then you changed back into normal clothes before going out. You're trying to fool me!" I pressed my advantage, using a little bit of reverse psychology.

"Fine, I'll come out then, to prove it to you, so you won't doubt me!" the girl said petulantly.

"So, what do you want me to wear when we go out? I don't have any long skirts, so if we go out, you have to choose one: a mini-skirt, a long skirt, shorts, or pants." The girl presented me with a choice.

"Since you can accept a mini-skirt, then let's choose a mini-skirt. I don't often have the chance to go out with such a hot girl, so it'll satisfy my vanity." I answered honestly.

"I've never worn that to go out with anyone else before, this is the first time I've dressed like that for you. Also, what kind of makeup do you want me to wear? No makeup, light makeup, regular makeup, or heavy makeup?" the girl continued.

"Light makeup is fine." I prefer a girl with a simple and elegant look.

"Hehe! My boyfriend says he likes me to wear heavy makeup!" the girl said teasingly.
"You're not bad-looking, light makeup is fine, that way it won't cover up your natural beauty!" I explained my reason for choosing light makeup.

"What are you wearing inside? Regular underwear, lace, G-string?" "I like G-string, but I have to take it off when we come out," I replied wickedly.

"Haha, I asked that on purpose. I don't wear underwear when I go out," the girl teased me again.

"And I don't like G-string, it's uncomfortable to wear," the girl said.

"Then wear something with lace, I want to satisfy my desire to take it off," I started fantasizing.

"Ah? Then you'll see my private parts. I was thinking of going out without underwear, so you could see my underwear," the girl replied shyly.

"You've been seen too many times? Let me see clearly, and let you get used to being seen by someone other than your boyfriend, to help you train your courage to expose yourself!" I insisted that she wear underwear when she went out, for the sake of satisfying my desire to be an exposed girl. Strange reason, right?

In the end, we agreed on a date and place. Before logging off, she told me not to call her "girl" anymore, just call her "Little Kitty."

Chapter Three: The Exposure at the Breakfast Shop

That day, filled with guilt, I said goodbye to my wife and left home, lying to her that I was going hiking with colleagues. I pretended to be reluctant to leave her, but the moment my foot stepped out the door, I hurriedly got into a taxi.

Although I felt ashamed of my betrayal and was constantly condemned by my conscience, I had no control over the image of that youthful, invincible girl's body that kept flashing through my mind. Just imagining that she could cater to my preferences and interests, engaging in games that my wife wouldn't participate in, was irresistible!

As for what would happen next, I couldn't care less at that moment. I only wanted to satisfy my most primal urges, without considering the aftermath of my infidelity or the consequences of falling into a honey trap!

Upon arriving at my destination—the Shilin MRT station—I glanced at the clock and realized I was ten minutes early. I quickly checked my appearance in the rearview mirror of a motorcycle parked nearby, then took out the breath freshener I'd bought at Watsons the day before, sprayed it a few times, and moistened my lips, hoping to give the girl a perfect first impression!

I paced back and forth at the street corner, fifteen minutes past our agreed time, and still hadn't seen the girl. I told myself that nothing in this world is ever perfect, and I was about to leave, feeling a little disappointed.

Suddenly, in the distance, I finally saw that familiar yet unfamiliar figure.
The girl's image, which I'd only ever seen on computer screens before, now seemed to slowly materialize from a picture into a fairy, walking towards me. The dreamlike scene had finally fulfilled my dream.

The girl wore a pure white spaghetti-strap dress with a very short skirt, about 20 centimeters above the knee. She carried a pink cylindrical bag and wore light beige high heels, attracting the attention of many passersby as she walked.

The girl walked up to me, and we hesitated for a moment before I broke the silence.

"Hello! Hello, are you the little kitten?" I asked tentatively.

The girl nodded shyly.

"Hello, I'm the white crow! You can call me Jim! That's what my colleagues call me!" "Oh? Hello Jim!" The girl's shy expression was a stark contrast to her lively demeanor online! "Have

you had breakfast?" I asked simply.

"Not yet? What about you?" The girl was still a little shy. "　 I haven't had breakfast either.

I was in a hurry to come see you, afraid I'd miss you! And it's not good to keep a pretty girl waiting too long! You're so pretty, what if someone else hits on you and runs away?" I tried to say a few more words.

"Hehe! You're still as good with words as ever!" The little kitten smiled.
"Wow! Your laughter is so sweet! It's such a treat to talk to you like this!" "Hehe! Is this the kind of thing you use to fool girls?" Chatting like this, we arrived at a breakfast shop. Kitty only ordered a lettuce salad.

"Wow! It must be so hard for girls to maintain their figures!" I remarked while munching on a chicken burger.

"No, I don't have much of an appetite in the morning! I usually eat light food! Actually, I can eat quite a lot," Kitty explained.

We chatted for a while, easing the awkwardness between us. Seeing the opportunity, I brought up a more in-depth topic.

"Kitty? You really came out with me today to try those games?" I asked tentatively.

"Yeah? Anyway, my boyfriend likes me being looked at so much, so I'll let him look all he wants!" Kitty said somewhat defiantly.

"You'd better think it over! I'm not as gentle as your boyfriend! I'll go really crazy!" I threatened her.

"It's okay! I've already come out with you! What are you afraid of?" Kitty showed no fear whatsoever.

"Then why did you choose me? I bet a lot of people would want to come out with you, right? And I'm not tall or handsome, am I?" I voiced my doubts.

"Hmm? Strictly speaking, you're the most patient with me when we talk. Everyone else just wants to have sex with me. And you actually have similar interests to my boyfriend, so I wanted to see if showing off really gives guys like you pleasure! You're a perverted but good man, so I chose you. Besides, you have a wife, so you won't get entangled with me." Kitty said thoughtfully.

"And? I'm really a little angry at him for liking to show me off, so coming out with you is also a way of getting revenge on him, right? He likes me to be seen by others? I'll let others see to their heart's content! And I'm not doing this on his orders! I'm showing off for another man! At least it can balance my feelings, right?" Kitty said, offering reasons that she herself wasn't sure were true.

"If you're sure you want to play, then I won't hold back! From now on, you have to accept everything I say. Of course, I'll protect your safety, but if you don't obey, then we'll have lost to your boyfriend today, and you won't have achieved your goal of getting revenge on him! The level of exposure we'll expose today has to be even more exciting than going out with your boyfriend!" I deliberately brought up her boyfriend to provoke her.

"You're so cunning! Making it sound so nice! You're the one who benefits! Looks like you're not such a good person either," the kitten said irritably. "

But let's make this clear, I have a bottom line! No penetration, whether it's someone else's or yours! That way I won't feel so bad for my boyfriend!" the kitten said　 , trying to reassure herself

. "That's great, I just want to play more exhibitionist games, I don't want to betray my wife." Hearing this, I felt a mix of disappointment and relief.

After agreeing on all the rules, we finished breakfast, and the kitten and I reached an agreement. I started brainstorming, planning how to proceed with today's game.

"Kitty, are you wearing anything under your skirt today?" "Yes, didn't you want me to?" the kitten asked, puzzled.

"Then open your legs a little wider, let me see." The kitten thought for a moment, then slowly opened her legs, and I pretended to bend down to pick something up.

Deep beneath the white skirt, a semi-transparent lace silk panty offered a glimpse of her pubic hair, while her shapely thighs, devoid of any excess fat, parted at a slightly seductive angle. The thought of admiring someone else's girlfriend's beautiful figure filled me with excitement.

Further down were her slender calves, adorned with elegant light beige leather strappy heels studded with rhinestones in the shape of clover petals. Her toes, painted a delicate light pink, were neatly arranged, adding to her beauty.

Few would imagine that I, a girl of such exceptional style and presence, could be squatting here, admiring the secret place she usually reserved for her boyfriend.

After admiring her enough, I reluctantly returned to my seat.

"How was it? How does it feel to be seen in person versus being shown a photo online?" I asked curiously.

"Hmm? I'm so shy!" The kitten's cheeks flushed, and she lowered her head, avoiding my gaze.

"Does having someone other than your boyfriend looking at you like this excite you?" I asked with ill intent.

The kitten nodded in agreement.

"Want something more exciting?" The kitten nodded again.

"Okay! Take it off right now!" I gave the first exposure order of the day.

"Huh? Really?" The kitten looked at me with disbelief.
"Look at that guy at the corner table, he's been staring at your legs ever since you came in! He's having such a hard time watching! Just do him a favor and let him have a pleasant day!" I said maliciously.

The kitten knew I was serious. After considering for thirty seconds, she slowly reached down to the hem of her skirt, then stopped. Being seen accidentally is one thing, but to reach down and take off her underwear in public, even if there weren't many people around, knowing someone was peeping, was a completely new experience.

The kitten's cheeks began to flush, and her eyes started to glaze over. It seemed that even such shameful fantasies had aroused her.

"You're too scared? Looks like you still can't do it, right? Then I'll treat you to a movie, and then we'll go home!" I said, deliberately trying to provoke her since she hadn't made a move yet.

"Okay! I'll do it!" the kitten retorted defiantly.

At that moment, I went to pay the bill, taking the opportunity to enjoy the show from a better angle. I stood at the counter, waiting for the spectacle to unfold.

Because her skirt was a bit narrow, the kitten had to stand up slightly to reach her hand inside, but this movement immediately caught the boy's attention.

The kitten seemed to have made up her mind, gritting her teeth, and pulled her panties down to her calves. The skirt rode up from her movement, revealing her fair thighs. The boy in the corner stared wide-eyed in disbelief, his gaze fixed on her delicate legs, especially the white lace panties still hanging there. The sight was incredibly arousing.

Not only the boy, but I was also incredibly excited, because I never expected the kitten to actually do such a thing. My penis immediately became rock hard.

The kitten then turned to the side, reaching out her left hand to pull down her panties. Because she was nervous, she seemed to get stuck; the more she tried, the harder it was to pull them down. Finally, she accidentally bumped her raised foot against the table with a loud bang, causing even the other tables to turn and look.

There were five guys present, including the shop owner, who all witnessed this unbelievable scene. The little cat, seeing everyone staring at her underwear, froze, unsure what to do next. Seeing her hesitate, I quickly went over.

Ignoring the stares of others, I bent down and pulled her underwear off. The little cat obediently let me take it off, and I quickly put it in my bag. Before anyone could react, I grabbed her and pulled her out of the shop, leaving the guys inside still dreaming. The little cat

hurriedly followed me, running out the door, too embarrassed to look the shop owner in the eye.

We ran back to the street, hailed a taxi, and quickly left the scene.
After getting into the taxi and instructing the driver to take us to the children's play center, I glanced at Little Kitty, worried she might not be able to handle the games, and quickly pulled her into my arms. Her fragrance wafted towards me, and holding her soft body, I fully understood the phrase "soft and fragrant."

"Little Kitty! Are you alright? Were you scared?" I asked softly after she calmed down a bit.

"So embarrassing! Everyone saw us! I'm never going to that place again!" Little Kitty said, her face flushed, and she spoke in a low voice, afraid the driver would hear.

Seeing that Little Kitty didn't seem to be having any trouble, I secretly thought, "It seems she has a pretty high tolerance for things. I should really thank her boyfriend for his previous 'training'.

" "So, how was it? Was it exciting when you were taking your underwear off? Knowing someone was watching you, and then having to take it off, wasn't it more exciting than being seen flashing?" I asked curiously.

"Hmm? Because there's also a feeling of shame! It's hard to describe! It feels like my heart is about to jump out of my chest!

And I feel so cheap! How could I do something so lewd?" Kitty honestly told me how she felt.

"Because usually your boyfriend makes you dress scantily, and even if he sees you, you comfort yourself by saying it's because of his hobby! But today you did it on your own initiative! Of course, the feeling is different!" I analyzed it for her seriously.

"Hmm? Maybe?" Kitty agreed with my statement noncommittally.
Chapter Four: The Exposure Experience in the Taxi

As we continued our conversation, although we deliberately kept our voices down, the taxi driver probably still heard some of the conversation. He curiously glanced at Kitty a few times in the rearview mirror. I saw the taxi driver's somewhat ambiguous and lustful eyes, and I became uneasy again.

"Little kitty! Look, that driver is peeking at you." I shifted my body and whispered to the little kitty close to her ear.

"It's all your fault! You spoke so loudly and he heard you! I'm going to die! It's so embarrassing!" The little kitty scolded me playfully, instinctively bringing her legs together, as if she thought the taxi driver could see under her bare skirt.

"It's okay! Want to play a trick on him?" I asked mischievously.
"What are you thinking now? You always bully me! I think I'm the one who'll get teased!" The little kitty pouted and complained a bit.

"He's all alone now, and you can't even expose yourself in front of one person, so how are we supposed to play today?" I deliberately used reverse psychology again.

"Okay! What do you want me to do?" The little kitty reluctantly agreed.

However, I could tell at this point that because of the revealing behavior at the breakfast shop and the escalating discussion about revealing topics in the car, Little Cat was slowly starting to relax. Her cheeks were flushed, and I guessed she was already feeling a bit aroused and ready to play some more revealing games.

"Take off your bra in the car! And make a big move! Get the driver's attention!" I gave her an order that even I wasn't sure if she would dare to do.

"What! That's too much! I can't!" Little Cat immediately shook her head vigorously and said no.

After a lot of fuss, Little Cat finally broke through her defenses. Or perhaps, in fact, she had already developed an interest in revealing things through her boyfriend's long-term exposure, but she just wasn't aware of it. After a long

delay, Little Cat finally agreed, but she wanted me to protect her and guarantee her safety. Only after I promised her that I wouldn't let her be harmed by anyone did she finally start to unbutton her clothes.

Seeing the kitten start to move, I quickly sat up straight, intending to take a good look and see how the taxi driver would react.

The kitten reached out her right hand and first pulled down the left strap of her dress, instantly revealing the left half of her skin. After a moment's thought, she pulled down the right strap as well. Without the support of the straps, the dress slipped down halfway, landing in front of her abdomen. Seeing this, the kitten quickly shrank back, hiding behind the driver's seat, afraid that the driver would see her exposed.

At this moment, the kitten revealed her upper body, which I rarely see online. Her slender figure, although not having an amazing bust, still had a unique beauty in its shapely lines.

Although the kitten was always dissatisfied with her bust, her slender curves and charming feminine body, overall, still made me hold my breath.

Meanwhile, the kitten, gripped by nervousness, began to tremble uncontrollably. She must have been experiencing unprecedented anxiety and fear, and stopped moving, too afraid to take any further action.

I gestured with my eyes, urging her to continue, ignoring her pleading gaze.

The kitten shook her head, her eyes seeming slightly red, as if she were about to cry from excessive tension.

But given the situation, stopping now would be futile. Although I felt sorry for her pitiful expression, I hardened my heart and held up my finger, signaling her to continue.

The kitten knew I was serious, pursed her lips, and reluctantly continued.
At this moment, the kitten glanced at the driver, noticing he hadn't yet noticed the exciting scenery behind them, and began to unhook her beige bra. She was wearing a front-closure bra, so it was easily unhooked.

At that moment, I also saw her slightly raised, snow-white chest and two delectable cherries on her breasts, a light brown tinge, swaying in the gaps of her bra. This was a sight I, too, had never experienced before, let alone for the kitten. My chest began to burn, and my breathing quickened.

Seeing my astonished expression, perhaps my lecherous behavior eased some of her tension and gave her some confidence in the allure of her feminine body. She stuck out her tongue at me, giving me a playful look, like a child caught doing something naughty.

Then I gestured for the kitten to start playing with her breasts. By this time, she had probably broken down her defenses and, without much thought, began to gently knead and even rub her nipples. In no time, her nipples stood erect. Finally, the kitten closed her eyes, focusing intently on caressing herself, fully enjoying the thrill of being exposed on the bus.

It seemed the kitten was already engrossed in the pleasure of exposure, and I took the opportunity to film her process with my phone.

However, seeing how cautious she was, it might be difficult for the driver to notice. I thought I should strike while the iron was hot; if I stopped now, she wouldn't be able to expose herself any further.

So, I hardened my heart and pulled the kitten closer. Her body shifted, and I quickly wrapped my arms around her from behind, pulling her into my embrace.

The kitten was startled by my sudden action and accidentally let out a cry. The driver in the front seat was affected by the sound and instinctively looked in the rearview mirror. The kitten's bra fell under the floor mat because of my pulling, leaving her breasts completely exposed.

Although the kitten instinctively shrank back, her hands were already under my control, so she could only shyly turn her face away, trying not to look at the driver's eyes.

Although it was my kitten that was exposed, I was incredibly nervous. I didn't know what the driver would do upon seeing this. Looking back, maybe it was because the kitten wasn't my wife that I dared to make such a bold attempt.

Although the driver noticed what we were doing in the back seat, he seemed to be a seasoned professional and quickly returned to normal. However, for the rest of the ride, his eyes kept darting over, wanting to feast his eyes on what outrageous things we were doing!

Seeing that the driver didn't go any further, I relaxed and began preparing to fully expose my kitten. After all, I was afraid that things might get out of hand in someone else's car and I might accidentally push my luck.

At this moment, the car was extremely quiet, with only the continuous sound of the engine running. The three of us were pounding our hearts at an unusually fast and strong pace.

I was holding a half-naked woman, exposing her body to the driver in the taxi.

The kitten leaned against the chest of a stranger she'd met online, forced to expose her breasts to anyone other than her boyfriend.

A taxi driver, driving by, saw a couple in his rearview mirror engaging in an exhibitionist act he'd never witnessed before.

The three remained silent, maintaining a strange atmosphere.

About a minute passed, but it felt like an hour. Finally, I calmed myself and began to gently knead the kitten's breasts.

At that moment, my head felt like it had inhaled an excessive amount of pure oxygen; I was in a state of extreme excitement, my thoughts racing rapidly.

Because at that moment, I wasn't just holding a woman other than my wife; my hands were feeling the soft touch of her breasts, and the warmth and unfamiliar scent emanating from her body were stimulating my senses. And before me was another strange man, casting envious glances at my outrageous act of exposure.

Meanwhile, the little kitten, overwhelmed by this extreme experience, was already limp against my chest, letting me play with every inch of her body. She knew she was being exposed to the taxi driver, and shyly closed her eyes, thinking that this would shield her from the shameful reality. But

this feeling of shame caused a strange change in her body. The little kitten was experiencing unprecedented stimulation; her body trembled uncontrollably, and she even began to pant. I could feel the rise and fall of her breasts.

"Little kitten! The driver is looking at you. Don't you feel ashamed? Do you like having people see you naked?" I whispered in her ear, reminding her of this shameful fact.

"Huh? You're so mean! You're the one who made me do this! I don't like being naked!" The kitten stammered in a voice almost like a sob, because she was enjoying the excitement of exposure and couldn't think straight.

Seeing that the driver was just obediently watching, I became bolder and reached under the kitten's skirt. The skirt, which was already short, was pulled up even higher by my movement, completely exposing her upper thighs. The kitten had abandoned all shame and only wanted to pursue more pleasure, letting me play with her as I pleased.

I started to use my middle finger to pry open the kitten's private parts. As soon as I touched them, I found that the kitten was extremely wet. I deliberately thrust hard, making the kitten moan softly, not caring whether the driver could hear me.

"Hehe, look! Your genitals are all wet! You're a total exhibitionist!" I showed the kitten the semen on my finger.

"No, I'm not! It's your fault!" the kitten groaned.

"So, do you still want it or not? If you do, just admit it! If you do, say you're an exhibitionist! You like to take your clothes off for people to see! And later, you'll want even more people to see!" I deliberately wanted the kitten to admit she was an exhibitionist! So that she could completely accept that she had an exhibitionist fetish!

"Don't bully me like this! Please, I want more!" The kitten was overwhelmed by her rising lust! She kept begging me to continue playing with her clitoris.

"Then tell the driver that you're an exhibitionist and like people to see your body!" At this moment, I was also overwhelmed by the atmosphere and made an outrageous request!

"Big brother! Look! Look at me! I'm an exhibitionist! I like people to see me naked!" The kitten actually said it to the driver!

When a woman's lust is high, it seems she really can do anything! Even I was shocked!

"Hmm?" The driver seemed not to have expected us to break this tacit understanding, coughed dryly, and didn't know how to answer.

By this time, I had regained my composure. I could tell the driver was probably all lust and no guts, which reassured me considerably.

"Don't worry! We're not doing anything! My girlfriend has a weird exhibitionist fetish! We just want you as our audience! Nothing more!" I explained, hoping to gain the driver's trust, while trying to suppress my nervousness.

"Oh!" The driver looked at me with a skeptical expression.

"Brother! I just want you to see my body! Don't you think I'm pretty?" The little kitten started babbling incoherently, clearly in heat.

"Pretty! Pretty!" The driver glanced at me, making sure I wasn't angry before hesitantly answering, then continued driving.

"Then don't just focus on driving! Look at me! I'll masturbate for you!" The little kitten seemed to have abandoned all moral constraints! Completely gone mad!

"Miss! I need to watch the road while driving! I can't concentrate! But I did look in the mirror!" The driver gave a very funny reply.

During this conversation, before I could continue stroking her, the kitten started playing with her clitoris! And because she knew the taxi driver was watching, her reaction was particularly intense!

"Look! I'm touching my clitoris! Did you see that? It feels so good! Big brother! Watch closely! I'm so shameless! So embarrassing!" The kitten cried out, ashamed of her lewd behavior.

The kitten closed her eyes, intently playing with her clitoris! She breathed heavily, moaning softly.

The kitten's expression was extremely complex; I guessed she couldn't morally accept such excessive exposure, but her aroused physical desires prevented her from stopping, so she could only let her fingers attack her sensitive clitoris, indulging in the momentary pleasure. Her

other hand wasn't idle either, constantly stroking her already erect nipples, vigorously kneading and squeezing her soft breasts. Because the movements were so intense, the kitten's chest was heaving dramatically.

I pretended to be calm as I watched this bizarre scene unfold! This passionate performance made the driver constantly swallow hard; not just him, but even I was nearing the brink of madness.

Scenes I'd only ever seen in Japanese adult films were now unfolding before my eyes, creating a surreal feeling. This illogical spectacle seemed utterly unbelievable. I could only stare, because the level of exposure so far far exceeded my imagination.

I admired the driver's composure; he managed to continue driving safely under such circumstances.

Within two minutes, the kitten's legs began to pull inwards. I saw her thighs tense, and her body trembled uncontrollably—she was about to climax! Watching those long, flawless legs swing wildly made my throat burn and my mouth go dry.

Waves of orgasmic pleasure washed over the kitten! Then, the moans of climax filled the car, pulling me back to reality! Let me make sure I'm not hallucinating!

"Ugh? I can't take it anymore! Ugh?" The kitten managed to utter her last words with all her might, and her entire body collapsed onto me.

Exhausted after her climax, the kitten lay naked on me, seemingly too weak to move, letting her body remain exposed to the driver's lecherous gaze, continuing to savor the lingering pleasure of being watched by a strange man!

At this moment, the taxi arrived at its destination. After parking, the driver didn't know what to say. After a while, he handed me his business card.

"Oh? This time it's free? If you need a ride in the future, you can call me?" the driver stammered.

"No problem! Thank you! I'll call you again if I need anything!" I gave him a knowing look.

As we were about to get out of the car, the kitten hurriedly sat up straight and began to straighten her clothes. Now fully awake, she didn't dare look at the driver. I took the opportunity to slip her bra into my bag, leaving her completely naked, ready for the rest of the day's games.

We hurriedly got out of the car, leaving the driver, who was still in a daze, behind. Looking at him, he seemed to be in a dream, probably like those guys at the breakfast shop, thinking he was dreaming and unable to believe such an extraordinary encounter.

After getting off the car, I looked at the passersby and the way they looked at Kitty. Everyone seemed to admire her beauty and outstanding temperament. I guessed no one could have guessed that Kitty, whose clothes exuded sexiness and elegance, had just been engaged in such a wild exhibitionist game on the car.

I let Kitty rest on a nearby flower bed while I went to queue for tickets, preparing for the next exhibitionist game.

Chapter Five: Springtime on the Bumper Cars

After buying the tickets, I led Kitty into the park. She held my arm as we walked, close to my side. Unsuspecting people just thought we were a couple; no one knew we had such a special relationship.

"Why did you bring me to the children's playground? I really like going to amusement parks, but there are so many kids here. Won't this corrupt them?" Kitty, having regained her energy and spirits, asked me playfully.

"This place is full of parents with their kids, so even if you're a bit too exposed, there won't be any danger! And the best part is, the tickets are really cheap, only twenty dollars per ride!" I joked, looking at her playful eyes.

"Oh? So in the end, it's all just to make it easier for me to be exposed! I was wondering how you could be so clever,

knowing that people like coming to amusement parks!" Kitty pouted, looking a little disappointed.

"Haha! Don't be like that! Why do you seem a little down? I'm afraid that if I'm too considerate, you'll dump your boyfriend!" I teased Kitty on purpose.

Unexpectedly, as soon as her boyfriend was mentioned, Kitty immediately became unhappy. After asking her for a while, I learned that Kitty's boyfriend was in the United States, which explained why I had the opportunity to take advantage of her. I had been

a little worried about going out with a girl who already had a boyfriend, wondering if I would be unlucky enough to run into him. Now that I knew her boyfriend wasn't in the country, I felt much more at ease and started teasing her without worry.

And it was only then that I learned the kitten had grown up abroad. No wonder she was so open and outgoing, even daring to participate in this absurd game with me.

"Be good! Don't be upset. Let's go have some fun. I guarantee you'll never want to leave! Let me be your boyfriend for a day to soothe your empty heart!" I said, pretending to peek under the kitten's skirt.

Under my relentless teasing, the kitten finally smiled.
We strolled through the amusement park, chatting and laughing, like a couple deeply in love. Although I occasionally felt guilty, especially when my phone in my pocket started vibrating again, I knew who it was without even looking. With each vibration, a sense of guilt would rise within me.

But whenever my body touched the rhythm of that youthful flesh, I couldn't resist this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. I comforted myself, "Just for one day. Let me indulge in the thrill of this exhibitionist game. After today, I'll make it up to my wife at home."

"What are you thinking about? Thinking about your wife at home? She won't even talk to me!" The kitten questioned me as if she could read my mind.

"No way! You're so pretty! How can she compare to you! I was just thinking about how to expose you next!" I said humbly.

The kitten probably knew I was just flattering her, but what girl doesn't like to hear compliments? She still smiled brightly.

Hearing the kitten's clear and melodious laughter made me feel like I was back in my dating days, suddenly feeling several years younger, and I really thought I was her boyfriend.

Maybe I really am just a substitute for her boyfriend today, but it doesn't matter, we're just getting what we need, satisfying each other.

The sounds of the surrounding tourists pulled me back to reality. I stopped thinking nonsense and realized that most of the other tourists in the amusement park were families, parents with children, and there were very few tourists our age.

The kitten, dressed so sexily, attracted a lot of attention wherever she went, especially since it was nearing noon and the sun was strong, making her prominent nipples very obvious. However, after the morning's exposure, the kitten didn't seem to care much about these minor wardrobe malfunctions anymore, since she and her boyfriend often did this before.

Having a female companion like the kitten, and seeing the envious looks from other men, gave me a sense of superiority.

We arrived at the bumper car area, and after queuing up, I let the kitten sit first. When she straddled the car, her thighs moved a little too much, allowing the ticket collector to see a glimpse under her skirt.

The base of her fair thighs revealed a patch of black pubic hair. I saw the ticket collector's surprised look, but I pretended not to see it, letting him enjoy the kitten's private spring scenery. Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed the guy's gaze; that unattainable hunger, that greedy desire to see more, was clearly written on his face.

Once everyone was seated, the shrill bell rang, and our car shot off, leaving the ticket collector, who was staring blankly at the little cat, behind.

Everyone started looking for targets, bumping into each other regardless of whether they knew them or not. The amusement park was instantly filled with laughter and screams. Parents watching from the sidelines kept reminding their children driving the cars to be careful.

At first, the little cat was worried about what was under her skirt, afraid of being exposed, and couldn't control the car properly. Seeing this, several children started targeting us, bumping into us, and the little cat cried out in pain.

After a while, the little cat's competitive spirit was ignoring what was under her skirt and focusing on driving back, crashing straight into the other cars.

In an instant, the bumper car area transformed into a stage for a blatant display of sensuality. Kitty's short skirt was already prone to revealing too much, and now she was going braless. The atmosphere in what should have been a fun-filled family outing suddenly turned strange. The parents, initially protective of their children, suddenly became lecherous lechers.

I deliberately reminded Kitty and even urged her to make more revealing movements so everyone could get a good look at her.

Kitty, perhaps caught up in a playful mood or wanting to test her charm—whether even these docile men couldn't resist—slightly opened her tightly closed legs, revealing even more.

Kitty's legs seemed to open and close intentionally or unintentionally. Amidst the violent bumping of the bumper cars, my gaze followed her every movement, watching her jade-like legs. The exposed portion of her legs was already the maximum that could be shown while wearing a skirt; just looking at them made my heart race.

However, because the kitten kept shifting her sitting position, her skirt rode up a few more centimeters, making her pubic hair visible not only to me standing next to her, but also to every car driving in our direction. The

young, dynamic woman's body, with her skirt pulled up to its limit, revealed her two fair, slender, and shapely legs, and even her most private area was exposed. This exquisite scene, originally reserved for her boyfriend's enjoyment, was now completely exposed, freely available for everyone to watch.

In just a few minutes, at least twenty people probably saw the kitten's exposed underwear. If you include the onlookers, I guess there were more than thirty. Whether it was due to the car collisions or the sheer intensity of the exposure, I felt a little dizzy.

Whether it was the thrill of the bumper cars or the pleasure of exhibitionism, the kitten became increasingly excited. Her initial shyness vanished, and she began recklessly driving the bumper cars, offering her beautiful body to everyone present.

Seeing this change, I knew the kitten had fallen in love with the thrill of exhibitionism.
After all, knowingly exposing herself to different men, with far more people seeing her private parts at the same time than when she was out with her boyfriend, was a far cry from the thrill of only one or two lucky men seeing her briefly. Now,

the kitten shamelessly and willingly opened her legs, allowing so many people to see at the same time, enjoying a thrill she had never experienced before. The wetness flowing from under her skirt proved she was an exhibitionist, not just passively cooperating with the exposure. Watching her rapid breathing, my mouth went dry.

If it weren't for the children present, the kitten might have gone even further with the exhibitionism.

The shrill ring of the electric bell rang again, the bumper cars stopped, and everyone's eyes were fixed on our car, indirectly telling Kitty that she had been exposed. Kitty blushed with shame instantly, and I quickly pulled her up and hurriedly left the scene.

As we passed by the crowd, I could feel the burning gazes directed at Kitty's body, as well as the jealous looks from the women.

At the exit, a seemingly conservative mother in a gray t-shirt and blue jeans even gave Kitty a disdainful look and cursed her as a vixen. Luckily, Kitty didn't hear it, or it might have ruined her good mood for the upcoming exposure.

Chapter Six: Masturbation in the Clear Sky

I figured the exposure in the bumper cars must have released Kitty's desires again, so I took her to a secluded physical rest area.

It was almost lunchtime, and the field area was deserted. I took Kitty behind the toilet and asked her to take off all her clothes, saying I wanted to help her get a photoshoot.

"Hehe! You're so bold! You didn't take it off yourself, and you're making it sound so simple? It's broad daylight! You're such a bad person!" The kitten looked at me with a slightly lustful gaze.

"Won't anyone walk by here? I'm afraid someone will see me! You have to keep watch for me!" The kitten said nervously.

"Okay! I'll keep an eye out for you! So many people have already seen your little sister! Are you still embarrassed?" I teased the kitten on purpose.

"You're so annoying!" The kitten rolled her eyes at me.

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