[Slightly Intense Eroticism][1-4 Complete][The End]

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Part One of "Silky Depravity"

[This story contains elements of science fiction, mind control, and fetishism. Readers should proceed with caution.]

Ya-fang felt somewhat awkward about her upcoming meeting with Cheng-liang

. Since their partnership ended, the two had practically become strangers.

Cheng-liang had once been Ya-fang's personal photographer, wholeheartedly wanting to make her a star. However, the conservative and introverted Ya-fang only did some bland fashion photoshoots and print ads for home appliances.

Finally, Cheng-liang secured a live stockings ad for Ya-fang as a congratulatory gift, hoping she would become an overnight sensation and a supermodel. Unexpectedly

, Ya-fang not only had no interest in stepping onto the stage but also chose to quit while she was ahead. Just as Cheng-liang was telling Ya-fang this good news, she requested to disband their partnership. This was a significant blow to Cheng-liang.

It turned out that Ya-fang's ambitions lay elsewhere. She had entered the modeling world solely through Shu-fen's introduction, and having just graduated from school, she simply needed a job to make ends meet.

During her time in the spotlight, Ya-Fang earned a decent amount of savings, which she decided to invest in starting a small business. The traditional and conservative Ya-Fang didn't crave fame and fortune; she simply wanted to find a suitable husband and become a full-time housewife.

Ya-Fang had considered Cheng-Liang. However, firstly, she hadn't recovered from a heartbreak in her student days, and secondly, she hoped her life partner would have no connection to the entertainment industry.

Lost in thought, Ya-Fang arrived at Shu-Fen's door. She tidied herself and composed herself before ringing the doorbell.

It turned out that Shu-Fen was having a party that day to celebrate her husband Guo-Dong's new hotel opening. Guo-Dong was handsome and successful at a young age, the envy of everyone. However, Shu-Fen, with her strong career ambitions, was completely indifferent to this. She silently hoped that one day her achievements would surpass Guo-Dong's.

Although Guo-Dong had many friends, he didn't have many close confidants. He and Cheng-Liang were close friends, so Cheng-Liang naturally had a place at the party. The rest of the guests were all Shufen's friends.

In recent years, Shufen had focused on her career, cultivating connections, but these were mostly limited to business networking.

When it came to such a small, private gathering, she could only think of her good friend Yafang. And, reluctantly, she could squeeze out Yafang's high school best friend, Peiling.

Thus, it was a case of "enemies meeting again." In this secluded setting, Yafang and Chengliang, due to overlapping friendships, inevitably met.

As usual, Yafang greeted everyone warmly upon entering. Since she knew Shufen and Peiling well, the atmosphere was naturally very pleasant.

Peiling had just received her hospital appointment, officially becoming a full-fledged nurse from intern, making Shufen's celebration a double celebration.

However, Peiling had recently been arguing fiercely with the hospital about the nurses' uniforms. It turned out that Pei-ling disliked wearing skirts and even more so, stockings. So when the hospital passed a proposal to abolish trousers as part of the uniform, Pei-ling angrily protested to the board of directors, demanding a reconsideration.

However, this topic also gave their gossip more substance.

From beginning to end, Cheng-liang hid in the kitchen drinking alone. Guo-dong, on the other hand, was busy shuttling between the three beauties and his close friends. He didn't want the gathering of only five people to split into two groups that didn't interact with each other.

Finally, Cheng-liang was persuaded by Guo-dong to come out and greet them. He reeked of alcohol and was completely drunk. In an instant, his true feelings and nature were fully revealed.

"Ya-fang, with such good qualities as you, it's such a pity you're not continuing to strive in the modeling industry." After making some polite remarks, Cheng-liang focused all his attention on Ya-fang.

Cheng-liang wasn't lying. Since it wasn't a formal gathering, Ya-fang had just casually worn a loose shirt and some ill-fitting jeans to the appointment. No matter how casually she dressed, Ya-Fang's alluring figure was undeniable.

In truth, Cheng-Liang was somewhat biased; Shu-Fen and Pei-Ling were also top beauties with sweet faces and devilish figures. However, their temperaments differed greatly: Ya-Fang was pure and elegant, Shu-Fen mature and charming, and Pei-Ling more lively and athletic.

"Cheng-Liang, you've had too much to drink. Let's not talk about this anymore," Ya-Fang said with a smile, but her words were firm and stern.

"If you can't immediately establish yourself on stage, getting a job as a video game or car show girl wouldn't be bad... If you're unwilling to show skin, shooting swimsuit or lingerie boutique photos would also be fine... How can you become famous if you're completely covered up?" Cheng-Liang seemed oblivious to Ya-Fang's warning, continuing to pour out his grievances.

"It seems like the booth girls at car shows or video game arcades are all seventeen or eighteen-year-olds these days," Ya-fang retorted with a smile. "As for swimwear or lingerie... I only intend to let my boyfriend or husband admire them." "The least revealing ad here is probably for stockings, and you won't even shoot that before saying goodbye... all my efforts to cultivate you have been wasted." Cheng-liang became more and more agitated as he spoke.

"Hmph, are you trying to make me famous, or are you just going to pursue me?" Ya-fang thought to herself, but she didn't want to provoke Cheng-liang any further, so she didn't say it aloud. "

Ah, so Cheng-liang wants to shoot a stockings ad? Do you like seeing girls wearing stockings? Tell me, why do guys think girls wearing stockings are sexy?" Shu-fen, seeing the situation getting increasingly tense, quickly stepped in to smooth things over. She hooked her arm around Cheng-liang's shoulder and pulled him away from Ya-fang's sight.

"Hmph, wearing a skirt, trying to act like a lady; wearing stockings, too sticky." After Shufen sent Chengliang away, Peiling playfully made a face behind him. "Men all have some strange tastes... But I say, Yafang, with your curvy hips and long legs, you'd be the perfect candidate for a stockings commercial." After saying that, Peiling actually started seriously examining Yafang's appearance.

"You, you don't like wearing them yourself, yet you encourage others to wear them..." Yafang was relieved by Peiling's playfulness, which dispelled the gloom brought by Chengliang earlier.

"I know why." At this moment, Guodong suddenly interjected.

"What? Why?" Yafang was startled.

"I know why men think women look sexy in stockings." "Nonsense, because you're a man... Why?" Yafang rarely chatted with Guodong, but since the topic had been started, she deliberately let Guodong continue.

"What's most captivating about stockings is the interplay of light and shadow on beautiful legs; under certain lighting angles, stockings are almost completely transparent, as if their color has been absorbed into the legs, becoming a second layer of skin. They not only enhance the legs' curves but also soften the skin's sheen." "

Oh, is that so?" Ya-fang was somewhat surprised by Guo-dong's appreciation of a woman's sensuality. Pei-ling, however, was completely uninterested. While Ya-fang was focused on her conversation with Guo-dong, she continued to openly admire Ya-fang's radiant appearance.

"Of course, pairing it with a thong will make the stockings look even better." Guodong's words pleased the beauty, and she began to speak eloquently: "Sliding upwards from the perfect curves covered by nylon silk, the creases of the panties are the easiest place to ruin the beauty. Only by letting the plump, round buttocks be completely exposed or directly pressed against the elasticity of the stockings can the sexiness of the lower body be perfectly unified, indescribably beautiful." Yafang suddenly felt an itch in her lower body, and only then did she realize that talking about such explicit topics with a married man seemed inappropriate. She nervously peeked at where Shufen was.

"Hehe, speaking of thongs, their most alluring feature is that T-shaped back," Guodong continued, his words flowing freely as he made the most naked declaration of his deepest, most fantastical desires: "That's truly the focus of all eyes! A thin string peeking out from between the buttocks signifies the most ruthless restraint on a woman's private parts, while simultaneously binding the most lustful gaze of men."

Yafang finally realized something was amiss. From beginning to end, Guodong's lustful gaze swept over her lower body, as if even her thick jeans could be pierced by his gaze. So when Guodong's eyes were fixed on her back as he spoke, she felt a slight burning sensation on her buttocks.

Increasingly uncomfortable, Yafang hoped to end the conversation quickly. Unexpectedly, the oblivious Pei-ling added fuel to the fire, continuing Guo-dong's sexual fantasy: "Mr. Yu, you've been so fixated on admiring the lower body, don't you find a woman's upper body appealing at all?" "Haha...good question." Guo-dong was quite impressed with Pei-ling's openness: "Breasts are always the first part I want to touch. However, I don't like seeing breasts completely exposed; it's no different from admiring a cow or other female mammal. I don't have a particular preference for breast size; as long as they're perky and well-shaped, I like them. What I care about is whether the breasts, under the constriction and compression of a bra, reveal a wildness that seems about to burst out."

Of the three beauties present, Pei-ling's breasts were the most prominent. Although Ya-fang and Shu-fen had good breast shapes, they weren't as large as Pei-ling's. This made Pei-ling naturally proud of Guo-dong's viewpoint. She gave Guo-dong a look that urged him to continue, while also puffing out her chest slightly.

So Guodong nodded and continued, "The lace and embroidery on bras have an incredible amplifying effect on the sexiness that comes from being constricted and squeezed. So for me, the more flamboyant the style of a bra, the better. If it needs to be paired with plain outerwear, so that the overly daring lace and embroidery don't leave marks on tight-fitting clothes or t-shirts, the minimum requirement is that it has a semi-transparent, silky sheen, a watermark-like pattern, and extremely delicate lace trim." Yafang's mind was a little confused when she heard this. She really wanted to find an opportunity to leave, so that Peiling could naturally become Guodong's main conversationalist. But her feet wouldn't obey her and she stayed in place, listening to this man, who was neither a stranger nor a close acquaintance, talk eloquently about his most private desires.

"So sexy bras, thongs, and stockings are absolutely the best way to make a beautiful woman a sexy goddess." Guodong sighed softly. "In the end, it's all just visual enjoyment. The most breathtaking thing about stockings is the light, ethereal touch of the nylon silk… Sometimes, for that touch, I even wish I were a woman." "Wouldn't Sister Shufen dress like that for you?" Peiling asked curiously.

"Her…" Guodong shook his head and laughed. "She's always trying to outdo me in her career; trying to please me isn't in her vocabulary." His gaze casually swept over Shufen and Chengliang, noticing Chengliang talking to Shufen while chugging alcohol. "Actually, Chengliang and I have the same fetish, so I can understand why he was so excited when he got that stockings ad." His eyes revealed sympathy and reluctance for his friend.

This statement seemed to blame Ya-fang and Cheng-liang for their breakup, like deserting their post. Ya-fang felt innocent and, unwilling to listen to the men's disgusting and bizarre desires any longer, looked towards Shu-fen with a pleading look, hoping Shu-fen's presence could ease the strange and chaotic atmosphere.

"What are you laughing about?" Shu-fen seemed to have received Ya-fang's look, abandoned the already drunk Cheng-liang, and ran over: "Don't listen to his nonsense. He's the one who talks the most nonsense when he sees a pretty girl." "Hehe...it's nothing, we're just expressing our daydreams." Guo-dong immediately became much more subdued when his wife came over.

Cheng-liang happened to hear Guo-dong's words and suddenly shouted, "I have dreams too!" Everyone stopped what they were doing and looked at him.

"Haha... I love seeing beautiful women wearing sexy lingerie, thongs, and stockings," Cheng Liang said drunkenly. "So my dream is to see Shu Fen as the manager, Pei Ling as the princess, and Ya Fang as my hostess in Guo Dong's new hotel, for Guo Dong and me to play with and tease as we please. Of course, no matter what they wear on the outside, they must wear sexy lingerie, thongs, and stockings underneath." Everyone looked at each other, the atmosphere becoming extremely tense. Shu Fen gave Guo Dong a wink, and Guo Dong smiled and smoothed things over: "Cheng Liang, state secrets are best left between men, it's really not appropriate for the ladies here to know... Come on, let's go to your place and have a good chat." After saying goodnight to everyone, he went over, helped Cheng Liang up, helped him put on his shoes and coat, and then drove him home.

After Guo Dong saw Cheng Liang off, the atmosphere didn't immediately return to normal. Pei Ling, also drunk, ran to the bathroom, leaving Shu Fen and Ya Fang staring at each other. So Ya-fang recounted the gist of Guo-dong's conversation.

"Hmph, I see. Men's desires are all sorts of things. If we had to live according to their desires, we'd be exhausted," Shu-fen said dismissively, but she added, "If women liked to cater to men's desires, the world would be at peace." "

Shu-fen, do you like wearing stockings?" Ya-fang suddenly asked. Clearly, she was still influenced by Guo-dong's conversation.

Shufen laughed, "I don't mind wearing stockings, but they're often paired with skirts and easily snag on the fabric. While they can really express a woman's delicate charm, they inevitably cause restriction and inconvenience." "But since you got married and left the flight attendant profession, you've rarely worn skirts anymore.

Actually, someone with your looks and figure should be a model with me." "Haha... Yafang, you really know how to talk." Shufen was quite pleased with Yafang's praise, but being older, she kept her composure: "I don't want to be an office vase. Every working woman is dressed in a suit, pencil skirt, stockings, and high heels—isn't that just another form of uniform? I'd rather dress more androgynously and compete with those self-important men using my own abilities." "Oh... have you ever worn a thong?" Yafang continued to ask curiously.

"No." Shufen shook her head with a laugh. "Although I'm a little curious... but think about it, how can it be comfortable to have a rope stuck between your buttocks and tightly wrapped around your private parts? I probably wouldn't follow that trend, since it's both unhygienic and uncomfortable."

"Oh..." Yafang didn't continue the conversation, but instead unconsciously touched her buttocks. What would it feel like if her little butt was completely exposed, rubbing directly against her outer pants? And what if there was a thin layer of stockings in between...? Yafang was just having a momentary fantasy out of curiosity. Conservative and introverted, her inner beauty style was extremely simple and plain. Let alone the idea that she would change to try sexy styles, let alone thongs.

"Have you asked Peiling the same question?" Shufen suddenly asked out of the blue.

"Don't be silly, she even rejects nurse's uniforms, so why would she like wearing stockings and thongs?" Ya-fang laughed and replied, "This girl doesn't like wearing them herself, but she still encourages me to try them..." Suddenly

, Shu-fen whispered, "I don't mean to ruin your friendship, but from what I've observed, Pei-ling really does have some lesbian tendencies." "Oh, really?" Ya-fang knew Shu-fen never lied. She nervously looked towards the restroom; Pei-ling hadn't come out yet. She shook her head and sighed, hoping that the conversation was just because she'd drunk too much...

The second part of the erotic tale

: The dark shadow darted forward with unimaginable speed.

Ya-fang couldn't quite place who the shadow resembled. Its appearance was somewhat similar to Guo-dong's, and its movements were remarkably similar to Cheng-liang's. The three beauties present—Shu-fen, Pei-ling, and herself—were all terrified.

In the blink of an eye, it had floated in front of Shufen. Although Shufen remained calm, her voice trembled uncontrollably: "I never imagined you would do such a thing..." The dark figure laughed loudly: "Wouldn't the world become more harmonious and beautiful if you indulged in our desires?" In a flash, the dark figure swiftly pulled out a stun gun and struck Shufen.

Before Shufen could react, she trembled a few times, her legs went stiff, her eyes rolled back, and she collapsed. The dark figure flew over to support her and gently placed her on the sofa.

Peiling and Yafang, witnessing this scene, were terrified and their legs went weak, completely at a loss. The dark figure darted behind Peiling, spreading its arms to hold her tightly, rendering her immobile. Just as Peiling was about to scream, the dark figure suddenly produced a handkerchief, tightly covering her mouth and nose. The handkerchief contained a strong anesthetic. Pei-ling struggled desperately, but it was too late. Soon, like Shu-fen before her, Pei-ling's body gradually relaxed completely. The shadowy figure then carefully placed her on another sofa.

Ya-fang was completely terrified. Not only were her legs weak, but her entire body was stiff and utterly powerless. She used all her strength to finally turn and run. However, she felt her steps were so heavy, several times slower than a slow-motion replay on a video recorder.

"Hehe… do I still need to intervene? Your drink already contained an excessive amount of hypnotic drugs. I don't need to subdue you; I'll just wait for you to run out of energy." She heard the shadowy figure sneer behind her, but she had neither the courage nor the time to turn back. She simply ran forward with all her might. Judging from her appearance, it wasn't even running; she was merely taking large, slow strides with great effort. Sure enough, the shadowy figure had predicted it. She had only taken a few steps when her hands fell limply to her sides, and her legs buckled, unable to support her weight, causing her to collapse to the ground, unable to get up.

Ya-fang struggled, using the last of her strength to crawl towards the door. But her movements grew slower and slower. The shadowy figure's cold laughter behind her grew closer and closer, as if it were right next to her ear. Before she could determine whether she had crawled out the door to call for help or had been pulled back by the shadowy figure, she lost all consciousness…

… …

…

Ya-fang shook her head and sat on the bed, lost in thought.

This was the second time she had this same terrifying and strange dream.

A week had passed since the last gathering at Sister Shu-fen's house. These past few days, she seemed to have slept very restlessly, dreaming almost every day. Although she didn't remember every dream after waking up, the terrifying and strange ones were always particularly memorable.

Ya-fang couldn't remember how the party ended that day. Afterwards, she was busy with her newly invested small business. The dream somewhat reminded her that she should contact Shu-fen or Pei-ling.

However, after trying for a while, no one answered the phone or cell phone at Shu-fen's or Pei-ling's homes. She felt a little confused; it was as if these two people had vanished from the face of the earth at the same time.

Finally, Ya-fang gave up and decided to go shopping alone to have some fun. As fate would have it, she had only walked a couple of blocks when she discovered that a high-end commercial building was changing its signboard; it turned out that a new hotel had opened in the basement of that building.

"Huh? Isn't this Guo-dong's new hotel?" Ya-fang vaguely remembered Shu-fen telling her the name of the hotel, so she curiously went inside.

The hotel wasn't large, but the layout and furnishings were quite high-end and trendy. In addition to the standard hotel features such as a performance stage, tables, and bar, Ya-fang also noticed that there was a row of quite a few private rooms at the back.

The hotel wasn't open during the day, and some areas appeared to be under renovation, but there were no workers present.

Ya-fang peered through the floor-to-ceiling windows for a while before preparing to leave. Just then, Shu-fen came out from behind. Seeing Ya-fang, she was both surprised and delighted, and immediately opened the door: "Why are you here too?" Upon seeing her, Ya-fang was astonished by Shu-fen's transformation. Her skin was exceptionally smooth and soft, and her hair was unusually black and lustrous. Combined with Shu-fen's naturally beautiful face and figure, she now looked no different from a professionally edited magazine or photoshoot portrait.

However, what surprised Ya-fang even more was Shu-fen's attire. Ya-fang couldn't believe her eyes; Shu-fen was wearing a flight attendant uniform. This uniform consisted of a light purple, fitted cheongsam-style dress and a white, semi-transparent short bodice, paired with sheer, skin-colored stockings that shimmered with purple lace, and a pair of appropriate high heels. Shufen's overall appearance exuded a sexy yet elegant charm, a captivating allure tinged with gentleness.

"Ah, Sister Shufen, you…" Ya Fang was so surprised by Shufen's transformation that she forgot to greet her.

"Guodong encouraged me to go back to being a flight attendant, and I just reported back to the airline…" Shufen seemed cheerful, smiling brightly. "Anyway, we don't plan to have children anytime soon." "But…" Ya Fang stammered in surprise, "Didn't Sister Shufen have ambitions to start her own business?"

"This world ultimately belongs to men," Shufen shook her head and smiled. "Besides, seeing how successful you are as a model, I realized that natural beauty is a woman's most powerful weapon." Not only had her appearance changed, but her demeanor and speech were also brimming with femininity. The once strong, assertive, and independent Shufen seemed to have vanished without a trace.

What had happened in this short week? Ya Fang couldn't help but wonder.

Before Ya-fang could start talking, she went to the restroom as usual. When she came out, she ran into Guo-dong looking for Shu-fen. Ya-fang immediately noticed that the couple's interaction was different from before, so she stayed out of the way and observed.

"You look absolutely gorgeous, just like when I first met you." Guo-dong stared intently at his wife, his gaze finally settling on Shu-fen's alluring legs in stockings.

Upon hearing Guo-dong's praise, Shu-fen excitedly spun around in front of him: "So, do you like it?"

"More than just like it, I absolutely adore it." Guo-dong almost drooled as he spoke:

"Is there anything happier in this world than seeing my wife in a suit and stockings every day?" "You're such a sweet talker." Shu-fen was overjoyed and buried herself in Guo-dong's chest, looking like a little bird nestled against him, completely unlike the tough woman Ya-fang used to know.

Ya-fang sensed something was amiss; Shu-fen's entire transformation was likely related to Guo-dong. She didn't want to alert him; Shu-fen seemed to have forgotten her, and Guo-dong was unaware of her presence. So she decided to wait for her chance, to slip away unnoticed.

Just as Ya-fang was pondering this, Guo-dong spoke again: "How is it? Does your current attire bring you unparalleled pleasure as a woman?"

"What pleasure…" Upon hearing Guo-dong's words, Shu-fen unconsciously touched her breasts, her stockinged legs, and almost reached her genitals.

"Hehe… but before that, you have to fulfill your duties as a wife." Guo-dong's tone shifted, becoming like an order to a subordinate.

"What duties?" Shu-fen was still reveling in the incredibly pleasurable sensation of her underwear and stockings, and didn't want to be interrupted by Guo-dong's change in attitude.

"It's giving your husband a blowjob." Guo-dong said casually.

"Are you crazy?" Shu-fen couldn't believe her husband would say such a thing.

"Hehe... A wife should be obedient to her husband, how can she resist?" Guodong grabbed Shufen and pulled her

close. Shufen tried to resist, but before she knew it, Guodong had touched her silk-stockinged legs, and her whole body went limp as if she'd been electrocuted, unable to muster any strength...

"Oh, it feels so good..." Shufen couldn't help but moan.

"It really is good. When her husband wants it, the wife will cooperate 100%. Isn't that perfect?

Shufen, you should feel lucky. We've been married for two years, and I still get hard immediately when I see you all dressed up..." Guodong began to caress Shufen all over. Shufen was so overwhelmed by his caresses that she simply took off her Zhongshan-style short jacket, revealing her arms.

"Hmm... But I'm your wife, not someone you can hire a prostitute for; I won't give you oral sex." Shufen protested verbally, but her body continued to rub against Guodong more and more closely.

"That's true. Most wives are willing to provide some form of sexual service for their husbands, but you're an exception... But soon, your mind has been almost completely transformed, and you'll soon fully accept your new slave status." During the intense friction, Guodong's penis gradually became erect.

"What are you saying?" Shufen heard some words unfavorable to her and tried to push Guodong away, but she was too absorbed in the passion of the caresses to exert any force.

"Listen carefully, Shufen, let the silk threads of pleasure penetrate." Guodong suddenly whispered in her ear. In an instant, Shufen felt Guodong's caresses, which, through the sexy lingerie and stockings she wore, amplified the pleasure tenfold, melting her sense of touch and numbing all her nerves...

Shufen's still surprised face instantly lost all expression, her whole body becoming limp like a puppet, needing Guodong's support to stand upright. Then she replied in a flat, monotone voice, "Shufen, my slutty sex slave, prepare to serve your master."

"That's my good girl." He tried to get Shufen to stand up on her own, then walked to the bedside and sat down, commanding, "Shufen, come here with your back to me, stick your butt out."

"Yes, Master." Shufen walked to Guodong like a ghost, turned her back to him, bent over, and her buttocks naturally protruded in front of him.

"Let me see if you're wearing the panties I requested." "Yes, Master." At his command, Shufen pulled up the hem of her dress until her entire buttocks were exposed.

Shufen was wearing strappy stockings, and hidden beneath the lace trim was a thong that was as small and thin as could be.

Yafang almost cried out when she saw this. She remembered discussing her thong with Shufen just two days prior. Shufen's attitude towards thongs at that time was: "...Think about it, how can it be comfortable to have a string stuck between your buttocks and tightly wrapped around your private parts? It's unhygienic and uncomfortable, I probably won't follow this trend."

"Great, such sexy clothing, so provocative... Shufen, tell me why you like this kind of clothing?" Guodong stared intently at the thin crotch of Shufen's thong, pressed tightly against her private parts, almost perfectly revealing the shape of her petals.

"Hmm... I like sex, I want sex anytime, anywhere, and this kind of clothing makes me feel sexy, makes me completely submit to my master... Because the more I obey my master, the more satisfied my desires are, and the more chances I have to reach orgasm." Under hypnosis, Shufen's deeply ingrained beliefs were completely revealed without reservation.

"Yes, through these subtle, almost imperceptible touches, at the very depths of your senses, I constantly stimulate and deepen your enslaved mind... Hehe, this is truly a great invention, I can't help but praise myself." Guodong's laughter grew increasingly wicked as his hand moved from Shufen's calves, covered by stockings, down to her buttocks.

"You like wearing them, I like looking at them; I love touching them, and you love being touched even more... Isn't this the best of both worlds?" Guodong suddenly turned his fingers, directly attacking Shufen's private parts. After only two touches, Shufen was already itching unbearably, almost to the point of bursting.

"Oh... Master, please possess me, I want the feeling of being truly and completely conquered..." Shufen twisted her hips, reaching the height of lewdness.

"Haha...of course, but not now. Don't worry, your wish will definitely come true soon." Guodong's excitement grew higher and higher because of Shufen's lewdness. His fingers rubbed Shufen's petals a few more times through her thong, and Shufen's honey-like juices spread across the thin rope-like crotch and flowed out.

Under the intense stimulation of the waves of pleasure, Shufen was almost unable to support her buttocks and collapsed. Seeing this, Guodong nodded with satisfaction and commanded, "Shufen, turn around and give me a blowjob." Upon receiving the command, Shufen happily turned around and knelt down, gently removing Guodong's outer pants and underwear. When Guodong's penis was presented in front of her, she was so excited that she almost orgasmed herself.

"Ah, I've finally waited for this moment. Oral sex is truly the supreme enjoyment for a man...If all the women I fancy were willing to give me oral sex, how wonderful that would be." Guodong tilted his head back, enjoying this most comfortable moment with satisfaction.

Shufen flicked her fingers lightly and moved her hands gently. In no time, Guodong's little brother was rock hard.

Shufen, facing this thick iron pillar, seemed pleased with her own masterpiece. She played with it for a while before slowly inserting it into her warm mouth.

"Oh...oh..." Guodong's cries were almost indistinguishable from a werewolf's howl.

Even Shufen was startled by the size and hardness of Guodong's penis. In their many years of marriage, Shufen had never seen him so aroused. Knowing her service satisfied her master, she worked even harder, swallowing and thrusting. However, her cherry-like mouth simply couldn't fully accommodate this super-sized iron pillar.

"Oh, no, no, slower, slower..." Shufen was working too hard, and Guodong couldn't bear it any longer. He then directed Shufen's movements, as she was inexperienced in oral sex for the first time. Shufen did slow down, but she slowed down too much; Guodong's sensation was waning, and he was starting to cool down.

"Yes, that's right. Sometimes you need to tease the glans and the neck of the penis with your tongue..." "Is that so?" Before Guodong could finish speaking, Shufen did as he was told. She lightly licked Guodong's glans with the tip of her tongue, then moved it back and forth along the neck of his penis.

"Oh, yes, that's it... Now swallow it..." Guodong's sensitive areas were stimulated, and he immediately felt incredibly aroused again.

"Yes, Master." Shufen then put the iron rod into her mouth again. She had now grasped the trick, and from then on, she could keep Guodong excited without him having to give any instructions.

Guodong enjoyed himself while training her. But he didn't expect that his wife's "oral skills" would be so superb. Finally, when he could no longer hold back, he grabbed Shufen's head and said, "Wife, I'm going to ejaculate, you need to hold it tight." Then, he actually used Shufen's cherry-like mouth as a honey hole, thrusting it in hard and desperately.

A few times, Guodong violently collided with Shufen's throat, and she almost suffocated. However, she knew this was her master's most pleasurable moment, and no matter what, she had to endure it… “Ahhh…” Like the drive shaft of an engine, Guodong's force grew stronger and stronger, and the frequency increased. Shufen couldn't wait to fantasize that this would happen inside her honeypot… “I'm going to cum…swallow it all, don't leave a single drop…” Guodong was still giving orders; he had completely lost control of his lower body…

Part Three of the Erotic Indulgence

While Guodong was ejaculating and Shufen was still desperately swallowing the semen, Yafang secretly slipped out of the hotel. This scene was truly terrifying for her. Long after she left the hotel, her heart was still pounding.

She simply couldn't accept the reality before her eyes; it was too terrifying. The clever and shrewd Shufen had been transformed into Guodong's sex puppet. But who else would know about this, only heaven and earth? She decided to go find Peiling first to discuss a solution.

Peiling's phone remained unanswered, so Yafang, without thinking twice, went straight to Peiling's apartment. It turned out she was home, but when she came out to answer the door, she was still hurriedly adjusting her attire. As soon

as Peiling opened the door, Yafang immediately noticed the change in her clothing: her usual chic, coarse linen outfit was gone; today, Peiling was wearing a silk lace-trimmed crop top, and although she was still wearing jeans, the material had changed from a heavy, metallic style to a soft, form-fitting, and elegant style embroidered with floral patterns.

What surprised Ya-fang even more was that Pei-ling's skin and hair had become exactly like Shu-fen's: her skin was crystal clear and dewy, and her hair was soft, shiny, and captivating. Combined with her already shapely figure, she now looked like a flawless porcelain doll in a shop window.

"So you were home. Why didn't you answer my calls?" Ya-fang asked abruptly as soon as she entered.

"This…" Pei-ling stammered, her face flushed and slightly breathless. Ya-fang assumed she had just finished exercising, but Ya-fang's sharp eyes immediately caught sight of what appeared to be some adult toys scattered on the sofa behind Pei-ling.

Knowing Ya-fang was paying attention, Pei-ling quickly covered the scattered items with cushions and casually asked, "We've known each other for so long, and you've never thought of visiting my house before. What happened?"

Pei-ling's question immediately brought back the shocking scene from before. Ya-Fang ordered a cup of tea, drank it all in one gulp, and then calmed herself down to talk in detail. She then recounted everything she had seen and heard to Pei-Ling.

"Don't you think Guo-Dong used some kind of illusion to control and change Shu-Fen's mind and behavior?" Ya-Fang added after her description. "

Hmm... but it could also be a private matter between husband and wife. Maybe their interaction adds more spice... Your explanation is too far-fetched," Pei-Ling offered a different perspective.

"Is that so?" Ya-Fang felt somewhat disappointed at not getting Pei-Ling's agreement. However, she still emphasized firmly, "Next time you meet Shu-Fen, please keep an eye on him for me. And that Guo-Dong, be careful of him." "

I know," Pei-Ling replied with a smile, "I'm just embarrassed to say it because he's Shu-Fen's husband, but he's definitely not a good person."

Pei-Ling's tone was mostly flirtatious; she didn't take Ya-Fang's words seriously. Since Pei-ling wasn't interested, Ya-fang changed the subject: "By the way, your skin and hair look amazing. Have you had any treatments lately?"

"Um, I think I went to a skincare and hair salon that Shu-fen recommended..." Pei-ling answered, but she felt uneasy. She couldn't even remember when she went with Shu-fen, and the salon seemed like a scene from a dream, not something that existed in the real world.

"I usually get business cards when I go to a new place..." The casual and careless Pei-ling started searching for her business cards all over the room. Just then, the phone rang.

"Ya-fang, could you look for it in my room? It should be in the pocket of one of my coats." Because Shu-fen and Pei-ling's skin and hair had become so beautiful, Ya-fang couldn't resist the temptation to visit the salon. Before Pei-ling could finish her instructions, she rushed into Pei-ling's room.

"Hello..." Pei-ling picked up the receiver, and after only the first word, the other person said something, and her body relaxed as if it were weightless, her facial muscles relaxing to the point of being unable to make any expression. It was as if, in an instant, her soul had been ripped away, leaving only her shell answering the phone... Ya-fang was immediately startled when she entered Pei-ling's room. On Pei-ling's bed lay a nurse's uniform jumpsuit, with several unopened packs of high-end sheer stockings scattered beside it. Ya-fang couldn't help but recall that night at Shu-fen's party, when Pei-ling had excitedly declared her intention to boycott the hospital's complete adoption of skirt uniforms, and the playful face she had made when saying, "Wearing skirts makes you look ladylike; wearing stockings is too sticky."

After frantically searching through almost all of Pei-ling's outer pockets, Ya-fang finally gave up. With Pei-ling's completely undisciplined private life, the chances of finding her lost items were extremely slim.

Ya-fang came out of Pei-ling's room, and before she could even speak, she froze at the sight before her: Pei-ling lay naked on the sofa, her legs spread wide, a thick, long dildo thrusting inside her. Honey-like fluids were everywhere.

Pei-ling, seeing Ya-fang, remembered to greet her: "Ya-fang... I'm sorry, I couldn't resist when I saw you..." Her breath was heavy, and Ya-fang couldn't understand what she was saying.

"Ya-fang, you're so alluring... It's been so painful to be friends with you for so long, yet I haven't dared to sleep with you, you know?" The dildo churned inside her, the thrusting becoming increasingly forceful.

This sounded like something only Cheng-liang would say, if he dared to say it. Ya-fang couldn't believe her eyes and ears. It all came too suddenly; even if Pei-ling was a genuine lesbian, she should have been allowed time to process this fact.

"I'm not gay..." Pei-ling seemed to sense Ya-fang's doubts and tried to clarify, "I react to both men and women... but especially to women, particularly to you..." Pei-ling's masturbation became more and more intense, as if she was about to reach orgasm. Her body twisted and curled up on the sofa, enjoying the intense arousal so much that even Ya-fang, standing beside her, couldn't help but breathe heavily.

"Ugh... Ya-fang, I really want to poke you... you know? The more you enjoy being poked, the more I enjoy it..." Pei-ling's seemingly painful yet satisfied appearance made Ya-fang feel extremely uneasy.

"Stop talking..." Ya-fang was on the verge of collapse. However, Pei-ling really couldn't say anything more; all her energy was focused on panting and moaning.

Ya-fang locked herself back in Pei-ling's room, leaning against the door, unable to calm herself down for a long time. Her best friend actually had inappropriate thoughts about her; Sister Shu-fen's warning had come true, something she had never expected. However, the thought of Shufen's situation left her mind in a complete mess. The last person she could think of was Chengliang. Although she desperately didn't want to see him, or even speak to him, she still pulled out her phone…

“Ah, Yafang, it's you.” Chengliang's voice radiated joy as soon as he answered Yafang's call: “How have you been?”

“Not very well…” Yafang, completely disregarding any pleasantries, launched into a detailed account of what she had seen of Shufen that morning and Peiling just now.

“This…” Chengliang seemed a little nervous after hearing this, but dared not say anything: “This is a private expression of your desires, girls, and I cannot comment…” Privately, however, he was happy for Guodong because of Shufen's change and hoped he could have a girlfriend with a similarly high sex drive as Peiling.

"What?" Ya-fang exclaimed angrily, "Don't you think your best friend Guo-dong is behind this? Humph, men all talk the talk."

"It's not like that, Ya-fang... This sounds too far-fetched, I need some time to process this... If Guo-dong really has committed some crime, we must carefully verify it. Calling the police rashly like this won't convince anyone." Cheng-liang tried his best to smooth things over.

"Sigh, never mind, maybe I'm just too tired." After Pei-ling and Cheng-liang's consecutive denials, Ya-fang was somewhat disheartened.

"Ya-Fang, are you alright? Can I come see you?" Cheng-Liang asked, both concerned and using the opportunity to get closer to her.

"Hmm, we'll see... I have something to do, bye-bye." Ya-Fang hurriedly hung up the phone, letting out a heavy sigh.

Just then, Pei-Ling's moans outside had stopped, so Ya-Fang curiously opened the door to peek out. She saw Pei-Ling still completely naked, the dildo still inserted, yet she sat upright on the sofa. In her empty, soulless eyes, as she occasionally twisted her lower body, receiving waves of pleasure from the dildo, a greedy lustful satisfaction of orgasm would flicker.

"Pei-Ling, what's wrong? Are you alright?" Ya-Fang asked with concern. However, Pei-Ling ignored Ya-Fang's approach. Aside from a blank expression, only the occasional flash of lustful satisfaction crossed her face.

"She's fine, but she's currently under a state of hypnotic indoctrination, so her reaction to external stimuli is very slow, or even nonexistent." Suddenly, a man's voice came from the kitchen. Ya-fang turned around sharply and saw Guo-dong gulping down a can of drink.

"How did you get in?" Ya-fang was terrified, but she forced herself to remain calm and pointed at Guo-dong's nose, accusingly saying, "It's you, I knew it was you... What did you do to Sister Shu-fen? Are you using the same method on Pei-ling now?"

"It's such a waste that a big-breasted beauty like Pei-ling has lesbian tendencies." Guo-dong finished his drink in two gulps and explained calmly, "I just wanted to correct her thinking and help her unleash her natural desire to serve men."

"You're disgusting and perverted to the extreme... What do you want?" As Guo-dong walked out of the kitchen, Ya-fang unconsciously took two steps back. She secretly measured the triangle between the door, Guo-dong, and herself, and didn't think there was any hope of escape. In despair, she could only try to maneuver and wait for an opportunity.

"I don't want anything, I just want you to become a loyal sex slave like them, serving men wholeheartedly.

Heh... I originally wanted to deal with them one by one, but you discovered the secret too quickly; curiosity killed the cat." Guodong smiled sinisterly, seemingly confident in his plan.

Taking advantage of Guodong's reverie, Yafang took off running. She hoped that a surprise attack would help her reach the door first. But Guodong had no intention of chasing her. He simply cleared his throat and said to her in a lukewarm tone, "Yafang, listen carefully, 'Silky Indulgence'."

Yafang suddenly felt the room brighten, a white light instantly filling her vision, and her body simultaneously felt light and floating. When the light in the room returned to its original level, she found that she had completely lost control of her body.

Seeing Ya-fang standing blankly at the door, Guo-dong greeted her with satisfaction: "Have you forgotten, Ya-fang? After I brought Cheng-liang back from the party that night, I hypnotized you, Shu-fen, and Pei-ling." Ya-fang's heart was bleeding. Her ability to move seemed to be tightly sealed by a spell. No matter how hard she tried, she remained motionless, staring blankly at Guo-dong.

Guo-dong glanced at the naked, dazed Pei-ling, then at the horrified, frozen Ya-fang, as if admiring a mannequin in a department store window. Then he commanded, "Ya-fang, sit on the sofa." "You're dreaming!" Ya-fang thought to herself, but her legs moved as if they didn't obey her. Her inner struggle hadn't stopped, but her body was already sitting upright on the sofa.

"Remember my argument about underwear and stockings at the party? My little invention was initially just meant to help women enjoy wearing these things, but I never expected it to have aphrodisiac and manipulative functions, so I did some further research..." As he spoke, Guodong pulled a syringe and a small vial of medicine from his pocket.

Yafang couldn't speak or move; this helpless situation was terrifying. Guodong was still enthusiastically boasting about his invention, but Yafang, whose mind was already numb, couldn't hear a single word.

"It was very successful on Shufen; her transformation is almost complete..." He put down the syringe and vial, then began to knead Peiling's large breasts. Upon being touched, Peiling immediately moaned with pleasure. Guodong chuckled, "But a man's desires are endless. How could I possibly pass up the opportunity to manipulate her two beautiful friends?"

He picked up the syringe and medicine bottle again, drew some medicine into the syringe, then pulled up Yafang's arm, took an alcohol swab from another small bottle, and rubbed it on the veins in Yafang's arm. He was clearly prepared.

"Don't worry, there won't be any pain during the process." Guodong then gave her the injection. "In terms of both looks and figure, I think you're better than Shufen and Peiling... No wonder Chengliang is so devoted to you."

The aphrodisiac quickly spread throughout Yafang's body via the bloodstream, especially under the skin. Yafang was so itchy that she almost jumped off the sofa. After everything calmed down, Yafang felt that the sensitivity of her skin seemed several times higher than usual.

At this moment, Guodong took out a set of sexy lingerie and thongs from Peiling's room, as well as a pair of brand-new transparent stockings that he had just opened. Then, he began to undress Ya Fang, who was utterly unable to resist.

"What are you doing?" Ya Fang questioned herself sternly, her shame and anger reaching their peak. However, as Guo Dong undressed her, causing the clothing to rub against her skin more intensely, Ya Fang suddenly found that her sensitive touch couldn't bear the rough linen fabric. Instead, she somewhat hoped that Guo Dong would remove it completely.

In no time, Ya Fang was naked before Guo Dong. Guo Dong had long heard Cheng Liang praise Ya Fang's figure, but today he was truly amazed, as even Cheng Liang had never seen Ya Fang naked. Her body was like a masterpiece sculpted by heaven, the epitome of every man's ideal of a sexy goddess, and the ultimate model every woman aspired to be. As Guo

Dong swallowed hard, he also noticed that the pores on Ya Fang's body began to shrink, and except for her head and genitals, the rest of her hair began to fall out. These phenomena told him that the aphrodisiac stockings had successfully begun to work. So, he picked up the stockings and slowly ran them across Ya Fang's face.

"Ah, what a feeling this is..." As the nylon silk gently brushed against Ya Fang's face, an irresistible joy stirred ripples in her heart. Ya Fang had a kind of drug-like addiction, making her believe that the light kiss of the stockings was the most wonderful touch in the world.

"Do you like it?" Guo Dong circled the stockings around Ya Fang's face a few times, then moved them down her neck, across her arms, chest, and lower abdomen. Wherever the stockings touched, Ya Fang seemed to feel her skin involuntarily twitching slightly with an indescribable sensuality.

Seeing Ya Fang's dazed expression, Guo Dong knew she was completely aroused. So he focused the stockings' movement on Ya Fang's lower body, sweeping from her waist down her hips and thighs to her toes. After being rinsed back and forth several times, Ya-fang was so captivated that she couldn't bear the gentle caress of the nylon silk for even a moment.

"Relax, be obedient... the more relaxed you are, the more obedient you will be..." Guo-dong carefully followed the rhythm of Ya-fang's breathing, giving her appropriate hypnotic suggestions. Lost in the exquisite touch of her skin, Ya-fang's will had long since collapsed; she simply followed Guo-dong's guidance, endlessly relaxing herself.

After Ya-fang slowly closed her eyes, Guo-dong placed the stockings on Ya-fang's legs, then picked up a sexy bra with lace and openwork details, covering Ya-fang's perfectly shaped breasts, gently squeezing them: "A bra will make you sexy; your breasts are hopelessly in love with bras. The sexier the style, the sexier you are... so wearing a sexy bra will make you incredibly sexy."

"Yes, I want to be sexy, I crave sexiness..." Ya-fang couldn't help but moan. The sexy bra made of a blend of silk and gauze made her unconsciously thrust her chest out, even her nipples became swollen and hard.

Finally, Guo-dong picked up the thong, spread Ya-fang's legs, and gently rubbed her genitals with the crotch of the thong. Instantly, unparalleled pleasure emanated from Ya-fang's private parts, and her petals quickly became red and slightly wet.

"Oh oh oh..." Ya-fang's series of moans made it impossible for Guo-dong to continue his hypnotic suggestions. With great difficulty, Ya-fang calmed down a little, and Guo-dong then said, "The pleasure produced by the restraint of the thong is what you've been dreaming of. The greater the restraint, the stronger the pleasure. For such intense pleasure, you will be very obedient and compliant..."

"Yes, I want pleasure. For pleasure, I will be obedient and compliant..." Ya-fang's body convulsed uncontrollably, and even her voice trembled. In no time, the sexy bra covering her breasts and the sheer stockings covering her legs were shaken off and fell to the ground.

At this moment, Guodong suddenly stopped pulling at her private parts with his thong and said softly, "All pleasures are nothing compared to the orgasm that Master gives you. For the orgasm, you will be absolutely obedient and completely submissive to Master."

"Mmm... For the orgasm Master gives me, I will absolutely obey Master and completely submit to Master." Ya Fang, who had lost the ability to think independently, was simply immersed in her own fantasy of orgasm for the sake of her body, desperately repeating Guodong's words.

After that, Guodong seemed to say something else, and with each sentence Ya Fang heard, her drowsiness deepened. Before her consciousness completely disappeared, her mind was filled with the same words: "For the orgasm Master gives me, I will be absolutely obedient and completely submissive..."

The fourth chapter of the story

: When Ya Fang slowly woke up, the sun was already high in the sky. She couldn't remember anything that had happened yesterday. It seemed she'd been too tired from running the company lately, so she wanted to go for a walk to relax. However, she had absolutely no recollection of where she went, who she met, or what happened.

Regardless of yesterday's events, she shook her head, trying to break her bad habit of staying in bed. But as soon as she threw back the covers and got out of bed, she was startled: she had slept completely naked last night.

"Why wasn't I wearing pajamas?" Ya-fang wondered. A gentle breeze brought a slight chill. She shivered, wanting to quickly slip into the bathroom. However, as she passed the vanity mirror, she was startled again.

The image in the mirror could be considered herself, or it could not; her skin was smooth and delicate, displaying incredible elasticity. Her hair was soft and flowing, shimmering with a delicate sheen. All the body hair seemed to have vanished. Even her private parts were meticulously smooth, as if professionally groomed. Now, combined with the alluring, seductive figure she had cultivated for her modeling career, perhaps even the most glamorous goddesses in paintings or heavily edited photographs couldn't match the stunning beauty she saw in the mirror.

Ya-fang stood before the mirror for a long while before reluctantly leaving. What a feeling! She was actually captivated by her own beauty. All women, to some extent, lament certain flaws in their figures and appearances, but now, the woman in the mirror was flawless and impeccable. She was both happy and worried.

"What did I do?" Ya-fang wondered as she washed herself in the bathroom, unable to understand this sudden transformation. But when water splashed on her face, she suddenly understood why she had been sleeping naked: with her current sensitive skin, she could no longer tolerate those coarse cotton pajamas; they would definitely affect her sleep quality.

She went to great lengths to find some high-quality silk and cotton fabrics. Previously, she had been frugal and didn't care much about her appearance. Now that she was starting a business and becoming a businesswoman, she needed to have some style; she needed a presentable storefront, and it was time to treat herself well.

Ya Fang hadn't scheduled any activities today; she needed time to organize materials for the first shareholders' meeting in a few days. She was too young; investors wouldn't take her seriously, so she had to be well-prepared. She was still racking her brains, debating what to sell and what inventory to stock for her first store. Thinking about this, she sighed softly. Although she was young, she wasn't exactly young anymore. If only a Prince Charming appeared now…

Ya Fang unconsciously began to recall her past relationships. Because she was so beautiful, she always had a ton of suitors, no matter where she was. However, she had very few memorable experiences with men. Finally, the image that surfaced in her mind was Cheng Liang.

She shook her head, finding it somewhat laughable. Cheng Liang was, at best, just a good work partner; they hadn't even had a proper date. Humans are truly strange creatures; spending so much time together automatically cultivates feelings. Given the scale of Cheng Liang's photography studio, his chances of making a supermodel famous were slim. Ya Fang was indeed a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity for him.

Actually, Ya Fang didn't have much prejudice against Cheng Liang in other aspects of himself; it was just that Cheng Liang was too infatuated with her looks and figure. This made Ya Fang strongly question his motives for wanting to date him, categorizing him as one of those so-called "superficial" suitors. But which man wouldn't be superficial upon seeing her appearance, wouldn't become a member of the "looks-matter" club? He certainly wasn't a real man.

Just as Ya Fang was finishing her breakfast, her phone rang. It was Cheng Liang calling. Ya Fang hesitated for a moment, but still answered. They were just splitting up as business partners, not lovers breaking up; she really didn't need to avoid him all the time.

"Are you alright? Your hysterical outburst yesterday was really scary." The moment the call connected, Cheng Liang's concerned voice came through.

"Outburst? What outburst?" Ya Fang was completely bewildered.

"You said Guo Dong was up to something." Cheng Liang then recounted everything Ya Fang had told him the day before.

"Did that happen? I don't remember..." Ya Fang vaguely recalled encountering Shu Fen at Guo Dong's newly opened hotel; Shu Fen was indeed dressed as a flight attendant, preparing to return to work at the airline. But she couldn't recall Shu Fen performing oral sex on Guo Dong. She wondered why Cheng Liang would joke like that with her.

Cheng Liang remained silent for a moment on the other end of the line. Since Ya Fang denied it, he didn't press the matter. However, because of Ya Fang's phone call yesterday, he began to think about her again. Unable to contain his loneliness, he mustered his courage and asked, "Ya Fang, are you free today? Let's meet and chat." "I'm not free today, let's chat another time." Ya Fang was going to say that, but for some reason, she replied, "Okay, I'll come to your studio to find you later." "Great, I'm working on some porn at my studio and waiting for you." Cheng Liang was overjoyed and immediately started planning how to cancel his already packed work schedule for the day. "

Hey, Cheng Liang, have you found a beautiful girlfriend who loves to wear sexy lingerie, thongs, and stockings yet?" Ya Fang teased him deliberately.

"Ah, so you still remember." Upon hearing this, Cheng Liang regretted his inappropriate remarks after drinking at Guo Dong's house last time: "No, but if you feel it's a bit strange to meet me alone, we can find someone else..." He somewhat understood what Ya Fang wanted to ask.

"There's no need for that, I was just joking with you. See you later, bye-bye." As long as they both understood that this meeting was just a gathering of old friends and not a date, Avon felt much more at ease.

Strangely, after she put her phone away, her breasts felt slightly swollen, and her nipples slightly erect. The term "sexy lingerie" seemed incredibly provocative. Then

, a T-shaped image kept flashing through her mind. She unconsciously started picking at her groin with her fingers, almost reaching her anus… Ya-fang suddenly snapped out of it, thankful this indecent act wasn't happening in public. But as she touched herself, she increasingly wanted to expose her legs, even though she wasn't wearing jeans today, but rather loose casual trousers.

"Hmm, sexy bras, thongs, and stockings…" Ya-fang murmured to herself, repeating the phrase over and over. Hearing it again, she felt incredibly aroused. She finally understood what was wrong; the sensitive touch of her legs couldn't be completely sealed off by trousers. It wasn't that she loved showing off her legs; she just wanted her skin to breathe freely. If only something could amplify this wonderful, tactile sensation carried by the wind. She thought and thought, and the image of a nylon silk kiss came to mind… “Mmm, that’s the feeling of being enveloped in silk…” Ya-fang’s desire grew stronger with each thought, but she searched high and low, practically turning the whole house upside down, and couldn’t find a single pair of stockings.

She asked herself incredulously, why she had never enjoyed wearing stockings before. With the same feeling, she couldn’t find any sexy lingerie, let alone thongs. All the lingerie in her wardrobe consisted of plain, uninteresting cotton pieces.

Ya-fang’s mood plummeted. Usually, when she met up with friends for shopping, she would just wear a t-shirt and jeans. Today, even if she couldn’t enjoy the lingerie she wanted, at least some sexy outerwear would be nice. However, after searching high and low, she only found a linen jumpsuit. She never imagined that her hatred of wearing dresses was comparable to Pei-ling’s. Thinking of this, she suddenly remembered visiting Peiling yesterday. Peiling, who also disliked skirts, had a nurse's uniform dress on her bed yesterday.

Some parts of yesterday's memory seemed to have been ripped out; no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't recall them. But then there was Shufen's flight attendant outfit, the nurse's uniform dress on Peiling's bed, and her own attitude of wearing a dress today. Ya Fang began to seriously recall what Cheng Liang had said earlier.

However, for some reason, whenever Ya Fang thought about this, her head throbbed terribly, as if it were about to split open, making it impossible to think effectively. So she gave up, lightly applied foundation and blush in front of the mirror, and then casually applied eyeshadow and lipstick before heading off. Ya Fang felt quite proud of herself; beautiful people look good no matter what they wear. After completely forgetting that strange worry, her headache naturally disappeared.

Not long after, Ya Fang arrived at Cheng Liang's studio.

Upon seeing Ya Fang, Cheng Liang was stunned and speechless for a long time. Ya Fang was actually wearing a skirt! Although the hemline was almost knee-length, not revealing her thighs, and although there wasn't the nylon fabric that Cheng Liang had been dreaming of covering her legs, the exposed, fair and delicate lines were enough to make Cheng Liang's nose bleed and his mouth water uncontrollably.

What moved Cheng Liang even more was the change in Ya Fang's skin and hair. From his professional perspective, Ya Fang's current condition could save a lot of time on lighting. From his erotic perspective, Ya Fang's current

appearance was something that would make any man unable to resist touching, no matter which part of her body. "Ya Fang, how come you didn't maintain such hair and skin when you were a model? You're the envy of countless supermodels now." While praising her, Cheng Liang's gaze couldn't leave Ya Fang's alluring figure.

"Yeah, at Guodong's party that day, Sister Shufen introduced Peiling and me to a beauty and skincare center she found. It was really great, and now Shufen and Peiling are doing the same as me." Yafang blurted out her experience without thinking, even though it was something she couldn't remember at all when she woke up that morning.

"Oh? Where is it? I definitely have to recommend it to the models I work with." Seeing Yafang's current state, Chengliang became even more eager.

"Where is it..." Yafang scratched her head, but couldn't even remember what the beauty center looked like.

"Never mind, we'll talk about it when you remember, or I can just ask Shufen directly." Chengliang didn't want to confuse Yafang's memory, but when he mentioned Shufen, he asked thoughtfully, "I was drunk that day, and after Guodong drove me home, I haven't seen him since. I can't reach him by phone or cell phone either. What is he busy with?" "Him? He's probably happily preparing to go back to his single life." Yafang said without hesitation, "Sister Shufen went back to being a flight attendant. Although she's still doing ground service, she'll be flying soon... That lecherous Guodong will definitely find an opportunity to go out and have a good time soon."

Yafang's words in this part coincided with what she said when she called Chengliang for help yesterday. However, knowing Yafang's traditional and conservative personality, Chengliang was embarrassed to bring up again the story Yafang told him on the phone about Shufen acting as a sex slave and giving Guodong oral sex. Although he didn't see it with his own eyes, such a thing coming from a beautiful woman still had an unforgettable and provocative effect.

However, Ya-fang's mention of "indulging in revelry" reminded Cheng-liang of Guo-dong's invitation that night. Although he was already completely drunk, Guo-dong's words were still quite forceful. Because Guo-dong mentioned that there would be unexpected beauties for him to embrace.

Of course, when he asked Ya-fang in return, he omitted the part about "embracing unexpected beauties": "Guo-dong seems to have mentioned to me that he'll be inviting a few of us to his newly opened hotel for drinks and fun in a few days... Will you be going too?" "

I think so," Ya-fang stammered. She couldn't remember much of what happened at the party that day; alcohol was truly a love-hate thing. "But what's so fun about hotels? They're just legal places for men to play with women," she said disdainfully.

"Hmm... where do you want to go tonight?" Cheng-liang quickly changed the subject. It was rare for Ya-fang to be so kind, and he didn't want to bring up something so sensitive and ruin the harmony.

"Don't you like sexy lingerie, thongs, and stockings?" Ya Fang asked, seemingly serious yet teasing. "How about we go shopping at some lingerie boutiques?"

"Ah, well..." Cheng Liang hesitated, wondering why a grown man would go to such a place. However, he was also surprised by Ya Fang's change in taste towards lingerie. Half-heartedly, he reluctantly went with Ya Fang.

This day was a truly magical and wonderful one for Cheng Liang. He had a beautiful woman by his side and enjoyed a dazzling array of sexy boutiques. Even more interestingly, Ya Fang would ask Cheng Liang's opinion on every bra, thong, or stocking she chose. This led Cheng Liang to mistakenly believe that Ya Fang's selection of lingerie was for him. So, although he couldn't accompany her to the fitting room to try things on, he couldn't help but fantasize about Ya Fang walking the lingerie runway. Just thinking about it made his little brother restless.

Shopping with a girl is usually exhausting, but the visual stimulation made Cheng Liang's excitement outweigh all the fatigue. Especially since Ya Fang didn't just browse lingerie boutiques; she also went on a shopping spree, buying numerous dresses, jumpsuits, suits, miniskirts, and other feminine outerwear.

Cheng Liang was smug about Ya Fang's transformation. However, he also felt a pang of disappointment, because Ya Fang was no longer working with him, and he might not have the chance to see these clothes again. Just being near Ya Fang and smelling her hair and body fragrance was enough to make Cheng Liang's mind race with lust. If he couldn't force himself on her and had to gentlemanly hope for another chance to see Ya Fang, then the only thing he could do now was to go home, lock himself in his room, and masturbate to cool down his already overstimulated and burning body.

As evening approached, Cheng Liang, who was helping Ya Fang carry her bags and trying to suppress his nosebleed, was still racking his brains trying to find a restaurant that would have both great atmosphere and delicious food when Ya Fang suddenly said she had other plans for the evening and was about to leave.

At Cheng Liang's insistence, Ya Fang let him carry her bags back to her apartment. However, she didn't intend to invite him in. She took the things home but kept Cheng Liang out of the door.

"Accompanying a girl shopping for lingerie, what an interesting day," Cheng Liang wasn't lying, but being kept out by Ya Fang felt like his little brother was being tightly bound with rubber.

"How was it? Did it satisfy your desires?" Ya Fang casually picked out two sexy bras and thongs she had just bought and waved them in front of Cheng Liang.

"Sigh, it would be even better if I could see you wearing them." Cheng Liang stared blankly at the lingerie in Ya Fang's hands, then occasionally stole glances at her calves.

"Goodnight, Mr. Wu." Ya Fang also felt that she had gone a bit too far and wanted to escape quickly. With a 'bang,' she slammed the door shut before Cheng Liang could react. Poor Cheng Liang could only silently swallow his drooling desire once again. He stood at the door of Ya Fang's apartment for a long time before reluctantly leaving.

After closing the door, Ya Fang immediately and impatiently took all her "spoils" of the day to the wardrobe and hung them up. Then she took out her favorite set of underwear, the one that Cheng Liang had drooled over the most, and prepared to change into it. The wonderful feeling she had experienced while trying it on during the day still lingered in her mind.

But for some reason, after she undressed completely and picked up the bra, no matter how hard she tried, she just couldn't put it on. What was going on? Ya Fang was stunned. It seemed as if another voice inside her was preventing her from wearing any of the clothes she had bought that day.

Ya Fang was heartbroken. The more she wanted to wear them but couldn't, the more her hunger drove her crazy. Her undeniable sexiness gave her an urge to masturbate if she couldn't wear them. But just as she was at her wit's end, she glanced at the clock on the wall.

"Six Fifteen," Ya Fang thought, puzzled. She seemed to have nothing to do that evening, so why was she in such a hurry to get rid of Cheng Liang? Now, she couldn't even wear the things she bought, and the constant urge to masturbate only made her feel empty and lonely.

She recalled how Cheng Liang had obediently followed her around shopping earlier that day, and suddenly found this young man rather endearing. Now that she and Cheng Liang weren't working together, she could freely contact him whenever she wanted, and avoid meeting him whenever she didn't. Facing Cheng Liang with this attitude made her feel much more relaxed. As for whether this counted as dating, Ya Fang felt there was no need to limit herself; she'd deal with how things developed later.

And so, she sat naked at the dining table until 6:30. Suddenly, as if remembering something, she casually put on some light casual clothes and went out to find a fast-food restaurant for dinner.

After dinner, she immediately set off to find Pei Ling. Throughout this process, Ya Fang didn't think at all; it seemed entirely spontaneous. She didn't question why she suddenly wanted to find Pei Ling, but found her own actions amusing. Because she had never wanted to visit Pei-ling's place before—that silly girl's house was always a mess, which she couldn't stand.

She vaguely felt she had seen Pei-ling yesterday, but she couldn't recall why. It wasn't surprising that close friends would get together and chat about gossip. But if they had just met yesterday, they should have already finished gossiping. Ya-fang didn't think too much about it; she decided to find Pei-ling first.

[The End]

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