【Acky Side Story - Crossover: A Long-Awaited Rain X Advertising Man】Author: Cheng Rengu

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Tom told me that the stories he shared here earlier have been widely circulated and enjoyed by many, so he invited
me to try writing down my experiences. This is my first time writing about my past, and I hope readers will support me. Please forgive
any shortcomings in my writing!

I am Jackie, 28 years old this year, a
writer . If you have read Tom's stories, you will know that I am a lesbian.

Readers may not know that many lesbians are attracted to women due to acquired factors. They are born with
masculine and have not been liked by boys since childhood, so they naturally spend more time with girls. Some treat girls as sisters, and some
as romantic partners, all because they have not had many choices. Of course, there are also lesbians who have been
hurt by men and changed because they dislike men.

I, however, am born that way and have never liked men. Although I am not bad-looking, with an
above-average figure, height, and facial features, I am attracted to the female body. It's not an aesthetic attraction, but a sexual one.

Whenever I see a woman's body, I feel sexually aroused. I really like women's breasts and always want
to caress them. Their genitals are even more beautiful; whenever I play with their labia, I feel the same
itch down there, wanting to rub my lips together or give them a good time with a dildo.

A woman's moans and wanton cries excite me.

I don't dislike men, I'm just not interested in them. Most of my close friends are men, and I'm
happy with them, but I don't have any fantasies about them. I'm curious about dildos; I don't find them repulsive, but I don't feel much for them either.
To me, they're just tools to bring pleasure to women. Whenever I watch porn, I always see the woman's
expression of pleasure while being penetrated, and I fantasize about being the male protagonist.

More than two years ago, I broke up with Zhimin in Shanghai and got together with Zhang Lu. The reason for the breakup was that I didn't want to
be tied down by a child. At first, I thought I wanted to start a family, but after listening to Zhimin's endless chatter about what the children should be
like in the future, I realized I didn't want to give up my youth and ideals.

You know, even though Tom is enjoying the blessings of having two wives, and even more so with a beautiful mother and daughter, he
's still too busy taking care of the children these days. I heard that Mrs. Zhang... no... I should say Mrs. Huang, she
's pregnant with her second child, giving birth at forty-six. It seems Tom prefers mature mothers. Poor
Zhimin, she doesn't know how many more siblings she'll have.

Zhimin and I are still in contact, but she's becoming increasingly focused on Tom. It's understandable; being young
and beautiful yet losing to her mother is hard to swallow. So, although the two of them seem harmonious, they
're constantly vying for his attention. Think about it, wasn't my decision to give up on having a family and children the right one?

Of course, Zhang Lu's 44-inch legs were also a reason for my awakening. Readers can hardly blame me; Zhang Lu's
model figure combined with my desires in bed was truly hard to resist. Most importantly, she was also an experienced
lesbian! That year, we were practically inseparable from our hotel room. Her tongue technique was superb, truly driving me to ecstasy
. Especially her favorite position, 69; the taste of her vagina was both fishy and sweet, indescribable!

But let's not dwell on her. In short, I was very happy during my time in Shanghai and originally planned to stay
there. You see, my Mandarin is quite good, and with my years of experience in the advertising industry, I was soon promoted to creative
director, earning a Hong Kong salary. But as the saying goes, good times don't last. Zhang Lu later met a wealthy businessman and
became his mistress. She said she didn't mind making money by sleeping with men, and even invited me to live with her, saying her
man wouldn't know we were a couple.

Of course I wouldn't accept it, but this experience allowed me to see Zhang Lu's true character. Initially, I thought most men were fickle,
easily bored, and superficial visual creatures who would stare at anyone wearing a skirt. But good
or bad, or whether someone is faithful in a relationship, doesn't really discriminate between men and women. The idea that women are more sentimental is just a misconception.

I was relatively lucky; at least my company treated me very well. Knowing I wanted to return, they even created a creative director position for me in
their Hong Kong office, primarily responsible for advertising for major domestic brands in Hong Kong—which was
my forte.

Two years isn't a long time, but in the advertising industry, it feels like a century. During this time, the company
had a new president, a woman named Shao Yun, but my colleagues called her "Big Sister." I remember
before I left, she was just an account manager; in just two years, she had risen to chairperson, becoming the company's
first female chairperson in the Asia-Pacific region. I rarely worked with her before, since I was just a junior art director
and not her client, so my memories of her are quite vague.

I remember being summoned on my first day at work, and I was quite nervous.

Sitting in the chairman's office, the woman was wearing a tight white short-sleeved shirt that accentuated her ample bust
, paired with a black, white-striped, form-fitting pencil skirt—clearly a Tomford
piece. She truly lived up to her reputation as the top advertising model. She sat before a giant glass desk, behind her a
work by Julius Ermehrétu, a masterpiece of seemingly chaotic order. If it were the original, it would fetch at least
$1.5 million.

Seeing her legs crossed, I could clearly see through the glass that she was wearing black stockings and Stur
Tweitzman black heels with red cuffs. She invited me to sit down, her expression one of absolute
authority, which momentarily took my breath away. She said,

"Jackie, welcome back. It's been so long."

I couldn't believe that the person in front of me was my colleague from yesterday. I forced a smile and said, "Oh, right
... it really has been a long time."

The older woman gently brushed her long hair aside. Her perfume, Hermes Perfume
E24 Fauborg, was both mature and alluring. The vanilla and floral scents were perfect for springtime,
but completely captivated by her expression. She laughed and said, "You...you don't actually recognize me, do you?"

Caught out, I nodded helplessly and said, "I'm sorry...I really don't recognize
someone like this from my old company...Sister Shao-yun...I..."

But she replied confidently, "It's alright, I take it as a compliment. I really look different from before,
so it's not surprising you don't recognize me. I do recognize you, Jackie, you haven't changed much!
Weren't ?"

I replied, "Yes, but not for very long... I heard she went to 'Dahang' (a real estate agency), isn't that right?"

The older sister said, "Yes, she's still working as a DCS there. We sometimes have lunch together.
You should come with us next time, it'll be a reunion." Her tone was gentle yet powerful; she wasn't
inviting me but ordering me.

She looked me up and down. I was wearing a black shirt, white trousers, and leather shoes. Luckily, I had just
gotten a short haircut, so it looked neat enough. She looked me over, probably noticing my unmade-up face, and then
said, "You... haven't changed much."

This was the second time she had said that, and I understood what she meant, so I smiled and said, "Yes... I'm still
the same as before. Some things don't change. You... don't mind, do you?"

She smiled broadly and said, "Hmm~ That's good. I like your personality. You're not secretive at all, you're a
person of true feelings . That's why I agreed to let Shanghai accept you."

Only then did I realize that she had agreed to let me transfer back. I nodded and thanked her, saying, "Thank you so much, sister.
I will work hard and not let your kindness go to waste." After saying that, my gaze lingered on her crossed legs in black stockings—
truly a perfect woman's curves.

She noticed and switched legs, and I could hear the sound of the stockings rubbing together, quite pleasant. She stopped smiling and said,
"I don't care about your preferences, but don't get it wrong, this is a company. I hate it when colleagues have romantic relationships. It depends on whether they're
male or female, understand?!"

I was terrified and immediately looked back at her, saying, "I... of course I understand, I
wasn't... please don't misunderstand, sister."

But she still said sternly, "And don't guess other people's preferences. I like your straightforwardness, but that doesn't mean I'm
like you, understand?"

Serving a ruler is like serving a tiger; those in charge are always unpredictable. The person in front of me was completely different from the beautiful woman I had been earlier
. I nodded and was about to get up and leave when she said, "Wait, don't be nervous, I have someone
to introduce you to." After saying that, her expression softened again. She pressed the phone on the table and said, "Amy,
call him in."

Then, a tall man with long hair entered, dressed stylishly, somewhat like a weathered version of Takeshi Kaneshiro. He
smiled at me and then sat down. The older sister introduced, "This is 'Haoying,' Adam. He's
the head of our eCD 'Yunxin.' Although he's a CD like you, you report directly to him. He's your
superior until Yunxin returns from California, understand?"

I immediately said, "Hello, Brother Haoying, my name is Jackie."

He smiled broadly and said, "Hehe~ Don't be so formal, just call me Haoying or Adam. Haven't you heard the saying '
three parts danger before and after brother'? Hahahaha." He was funny yet sincere, seemingly a very easygoing person.

After instructing the clients I would follow up with, the older sister handed me over to Haoying. As we got up to leave,
I couldn't help but take one last look at my boss's demeanor; he was so captivating. At that moment, I really wished I
were a boy!

The creative department was on the floor below. As Haoying and I walked together, he covered half his mouth. I couldn't help but ask, "What's wrong?
What's so funny?!"

Haoying lightly brushed his hair aside and said, "The rumors are true after all."

I asked, "What rumors?" He pointed at me with his index finger, nodding and smiling.

I roughly guessed what he wanted to say, so I replied, "I've never hidden it!"

He continued to nod, then relaxed his shoulders and said, "It's nothing. Your admission has eliminated the rumors, but
that's not why I'm laughing."

There have always been gay people in the advertising industry, but I didn't expect his reaction to be so calm. Instead, it made me
curious about what he was laughing at, so I asked, "Well, what are you laughing at?"

By then, we had arrived at the creative department's "Eastern Depot," which was Yunxin's department. Haoying pointed to an
empty table, indicating that this was my seat, and then said, "I'm laughing because don't think about it. She's straight
. But even if she weren't straight, she wouldn't like you."

I didn't expect to be seen through so easily, and my face turned red with embarrassment, followed by a burst of anger. "
What ? Don't think you can make fun of me just because you're my boss. You're only temporarily in charge; we're on the same level. Don't try
that with me!"

Hao Ying immediately spread his arms wide, lowered his head slightly, and said, "Hehe~~ Take it easy!!
You asked me, not me, right? If you don't want to admit it, then don't. It's none of my business. But...
I know you better than you do. If you're not interested, then forget it."

Then Hao Ying sat down in the small room behind me. Clearly, his small room was
different . It had no door, and the space was very small. There were only two more chairs in front of the table. It was an open-plan room, but it also
showed that although he wasn't the department head, he was still part of the creative department's management.

A moment later, he called me to his desk. He explained the status of each of his major clients and what
projects underway. He was friendly and his explanations were clear, so I regretted my earlier overreaction.
After he finished explaining one of the projects, I scratched my head and said, "Um... you just said... even if the older sister isn't straight, she still
wouldn't like me... what did you mean? I'm not that ugly, am I? It's just that this shirt is too loose, let me
tell you..."

Seeing my smile, Haoying smiled and replied, "That's not what I meant." "Well, for a '
soup dumpling ,' you're really beautiful... um, thinking about it, you're
probably the most beautiful 'lesbian' I know..." He then looked me up and down, continuing, "...well,
your looks might be a bit androgynous, but your figure... wow!"

I saw his gaze fall on my chest. Yes, my breasts are on the larger side, my hips and thighs are fleshy, but my waist
and calves are slender—the kind of figure foreigners call 'curvy,' which doesn't
match . Because of this, very few girls believe I'm a lesbian, and I hated my body type when I was younger.
Even now, with my wavy figure, even at 5'6", I feel awkward and
even a bit fat when wearing pants. But my ex-girlfriends said they liked my soft, chubby body, saying it was easier
to hug , which was nice.

I knew he meant no harm, wasn't lewd, and was telling the truth, so I just rolled my eyes at him, lightly tapped his arm,
and said, "Hey~ what were we talking about? Let's get back to the point."

Haoying laughed and said, "Oh, right. I mean, my older sister has become a 'grass-eating woman' without me even realizing it. You know
how many men and women pursued her at the end of the year? I mean, there were executives from big clients, media presidents, and
she just accompanied them for drinks and meals, never touching them. That's why I told you not to waste your time."

I thought there was some other reason, so I said, "That doesn't mean anything. Just because she doesn't like those people doesn't
mean she won't like me. I know she's still single, so that means I still have a chance, right?!"

Haoying crossed his arms, nodded, and smiled, "I admire your confidence too. You're already..." " It's
not easy. The opponent is the top female advertising executive. It's an incredibly difficult challenge. And you've just returned from the mainland,
still carrying that 'mainland' flavor. This is probably..."

I immediately replied, "This isn't a competition. There's no winning or losing. It's just a matter of liking or disliking. It's simple!"

Later, I realized that my thinking was completely opposite to Haoying's values. No wonder he just nodded and
smiled, saying, "Right?"

I didn't expect to discuss these things with my colleagues on my first day of work. Back at my seat, I asked myself,
was I here to work or to find love? This made me feel a little guilty. I then focused on handling
the new campaign for the Vista client very seriously. The best thing about our industry is that
the systems and project handling methods of various agencies are very similar. Many clients switch between companies. Often
, after working with a client at one company, you end up working with the same client at another.

By 6:30 p.m., I had almost forgotten that it was only my first day at work. Several projects were already
discussing details, and we had even started designing the campaign content for next month.

I was slowly scribbling some stuff on a 30-second ad when Haoying came
up to me without me noticing. He glanced at his watch and said, "Hey? Tie Nan!"

I looked up and asked, "You called me?! What Tie Nan?!"

He laughed and said, "It's 6:30, what are you still working so hard for? This is only the first day, isn't that being a Tie Nan?"

I smiled and continued working, saying, "6:30 is still early, isn't it? This isn't mainland China, I know the rules
, you shouldn't call people by nicknames!"

He ignored me and said, "I'm helping you, calling me Tie Nan, isn't that a bit more rugged?!" We'd

only just met, but I already knew Haoying's character. To be honest, although he was a bit shameless and frivolous, I
didn't dislike him. On the contrary, I found him very friendly and approachable, so I shook my head and laughed, "Oh well, call me whatever you like,
it's just a name." "Just one word! Finish what you have to say, can I continue working?"

He tied his long hair into a ponytail, looking like a small-time gangster, and then said, "You still want to keep working, right? Then
find something to eat first, and come back to work!"

I had already had lunch with my colleagues from the East Factory that day, and I hadn't expected to have a dinner gathering as well. But looking at
my colleagues around me, some were still chatting, while others were buried in their design drafts. It seemed that Hao Ying was only looking for me, so I
said, "Just the two of us?!"

He made a questioning look and said, "Just find something quick to eat, who else do you want to see?!"

I shook my head and said, "No one... What about them?!"

He took my hand and led me into the elevator, saying, "Can't they take care of themselves? You're so
strange !!"

Of course I knew, but I could take care of myself. This is Taikoo City, not some desolate wilderness! Haoying seemed
to understand my intention and said,

"Wait here for a moment, let me introduce you to someone."

We waited at the mall entrance for a while, and then the elevator doors we had just come out of opened again. A man wearing a
light gray Zegna striped suit with a dark floral pattern, a light blue shirt and a matching pocket square, and a dark gray floral tie, with
deliberately messy short hair, was quite a handsome guy. He came up to Haoying and said, "So? Are you coming back?"

Haoying said, "Not necessarily, if you have something else going on, I'll be happy to oblige, hahaha."

The man said, "No, my second sister is coming over tonight."

Haoying laughed and said, "Oh, right, it's Monday! Come, come, let me introduce you, this is 'Iron Man'!"

The man shook his head helplessly, extended his hand to shake mine, and said, "Jackie, right?! I'm 'Chen
Zile,' you can just call me 'A-Le'!"

After shaking hands, I had a very good impression of this polite man. He and Haoying were extremely different, but
equally friendly. I nodded and smiled. Haoying then said, "Ah Le is our ad, serving Sony and PCW
. He's our most promising newcomer!"

Ah Le laughed and said, "Don't listen to his nonsense. Actually, I'm from the same cohort as you. You mainly do GC
(greaterchina), right?"

I nodded and said yes. Then the three of us headed towards the mall and found a restaurant to sit down.

After chatting for a while, I learned that Ah Le and Haoying were roommates and had known each other since childhood. So, I just listened to their
endless chatter. After dinner, Haoying got up to go to the bathroom, leaving only the two of us. Ah
Le said, "Haoying rarely eats dinner with his colleagues. It seems you two get along very well?"

If Haoying didn't know I was gay, I might have worried that Ah Le was pursuing me after hearing him say that. But
since he knew, why was he being so nice to me? I wondered.

After paying the bill, the three of us left the restaurant. Ah Le waved goodbye, and Hao Ying said, "Then you and Er Mei can
enjoy your time together. I'm not back yet!"

On the way back to the company, I was full of questions, so I didn't say much. When we got to the elevator, he said, "You
go back first, I'm going downstairs for a smoke." So I went back alone. I

continued working, and before I knew it, it was past ten o'clock. I looked up and saw that the light was still on in Hao Ying's office,
and all the other colleagues had left. I thought it was about time, so I got up, packed my things, and left.

I hate being fussy and I'm also afraid of people being too enthusiastic, so I didn't plan to say goodbye to Hao Ying.
To be honest , I was a little worried about his motives at that moment. While waiting for the elevator, I felt uneasy again. He obviously
didn't need to stay overnight. Could he be keeping me company? Even if he wasn't, he took good care of me.
It wouldn't !

So I went back to the company and went to his office. When I looked, I found him asleep on his desk,
snoring. I gently tapped his arm and called out, "Hey! If you're tired, go home. Why are you sleeping at the company?"

He immediately woke up, rubbed his eyes, looked at his watch, and said, "Wow! It's almost eleven o'clock. Oh... okay,
let's go. Hey? Why are you so late too?! This is only the first day!!!"

I breathed a sigh of relief, knowing he wasn't waiting for me, and said gruffly, "Hey! Take care of
yourself ? I've got my points! I'm leaving now!" I turned around, but heard him quickly packing his things,
saying, "Wait here!! I'm leaving too!!"

Reluctantly, I waited for him. When we got to the elevator, he said, "What?! Where to? Lan Kwai Fong?!"

I gradually understood him, but I didn't have his energy, so I said, "No, I'm not going. It's only
Monday ! I have to go back to Tai Po!"

Hao Ying said, "Oh, you live in Tai Po? Then let's cross the harbor and go to Tsim Sha Tsui for drinks. You can leave at midnight."
"Dear?"

I shook my head and said, "No, dear!!! Let's go home!!"

He grinned foolishly, shrugged, and said, "Okay~ then I guess I'll have to go it alone! It's your loss!"

When we arrived at the mall, we parted ways. I headed towards the MTR, while he went downstairs to take a taxi. Seeing his
lonely figure reminded me of myself after breaking up with Zhang Lu, when I was in Shanghai at night and I wasn't like this. So
I turned around and shouted, "Hey! Causeway Bay~ one hour!!"

He immediately turned around and said excitedly, "Go!"

We went to Russell Street behind Times Square, randomly found a bar and sat down. Unexpectedly, we both
liked whisky, so we shared some opinions, which brand was good, etc.

After a few drinks, I said, "Okay... tell me about it."

Haoying didn't understand and asked, "Tell me what?"

I said, "We only met today, and you've already latched onto me. You know I'm gay, so you're obviously
not want me to go to Lan Kwai Fong with you to be your 'wingman.' I know that finding a girl to be
your 'wingman' is a sure thing, but it's only Monday, and you're obviously running away. Men are either about money or
women , and someone like you is definitely not about money, so... so I'm listening. Come on, tell me..."

At that moment, Haoying made a strange face, and instantly his smirking mask fell away. His eyes reddened, I didn't know if it was
gratitude or emotion. He raised his glass and clinked glasses with me before revealing his troubles.

It turned out that this Bai Haoying and I had some connection. His ex-girlfriend was actually my former boss, Jeany
. Of course, I was in Shanghai when they got together, but I didn't expect such a coincidence!

I've followed Jenvy for over three years, so I know exactly what kind of person she is. Perhaps that's why Haoying wanted to
confide in me. Jenvy is a power-hungry woman who uses her body
as . She's beautiful, but her figure is exceptional, causing many married men and powerful figures
to fall at her feet.

According to Haoying, their relationship started as a transaction. Haoying, a self-proclaimed heartbreaker,
risked only to unexpectedly win big, taking his money and profit, and even winning the beauty's heart.

After spending a night with Haoying, Jenvy's personality began to change. Although they didn't end up together,
Jenvy seemed to have shed her glamorous image, becoming more refined in her life. Her former heavy makeup and flamboyant style became simple and elegant.
While her work stagnated, her life became much happier. Haoying happened to be attending a meeting at a large corporation when he bumped into Jenvy in front of
the restroom . He said she was wearing a beige sleeveless knee-length dress and had minimal
makeup on; she looked very elegant, a far cry from her usual revealing style, replaced by an indescribable mature and refined beauty.

Haoying's heart pounded.

After some polite conversation, Haoying invited Jenvy to dinner, but she politely declined. He
tried to go on , but Jenvy politely refused each time. He learned from a friend that Jenvy was
single, yet she was rejecting him—someone she had previously pursued relentlessly.

Haoying said that lately, his feelings had worsened; he couldn't stop thinking about her, about their sex life,
and even checked her Facebook page every day to see what she was doing. The experienced Haoying knew perfectly well that
he was guilty, that what he couldn't have was always the best, yet he was infatuated with her as if under a spell.

By this point, Hao Ying's eyes were already red, so I told him my story, which made him feel a little
better. He also felt sorry for me, and said that Zhang Lu was a bit like the old Jenvy, and that he
knew .

We talked and drank, and before we knew it, it was past an hour. Luckily, I can hold my liquor, but Hao Ying got drunk. I
helped him into a taxi back to his apartment in Wing Wo House, Sheung Wan. When I got to the door, Ah Lok, wearing pajamas,
answered and took Hao Ying from me before I left.

In the early hours of the morning, I was walking alone on Hollywood Road. It was Tuesday, and there were no taxis around.
I wasn't in a hurry, since I wouldn't be alone back in Tai Po anyway. As I thought about it, I wondered how my parents were doing in
America was time to visit them.

Just then, a taxi pulled up across the street in front of "Juxianju," and I quickly ran over.
The woman who got out swayed and didn't take the change the driver had given her. She rushed out of the car and
collapsed , vomiting a large amount of vomit. I instinctively knelt down to help her up, clearly smelling the strong
odor of alcohol on her.

She turned around and said, "Thank you, I'm fine."

"Ah!!" I was startled too. The person in front of me was none other than my confident older sister, "Shaoyun," from this morning. I
couldn't help but exclaim, "Big sister?!"

She frowned, looked at me clearly, and said, "Jackie?! What are you doing here?!"

I helped her up, gently supporting her waist through her white shirt. I noticed her disheveled hair and
the ripped seams under her black tight-fitting skirt—a stark contrast to her appearance this morning. She snapped out of her daze and
felt embarrassed, avoiding my gaze. I replied, "You wouldn't believe it, but I just helped another drunk guy home—
it was Haoying!"

Realizing I'd slipped up after saying "another drunk guy," I added, "I...I mean...
we drank too much together, so I took him home."

Unexpectedly, she got really angry, brushing my hand away from her back and muttering, "It's
them !!! You...aren't you gay? How come you're with him?!"

At first, I felt a pang of pity, but seeing her attitude, coupled with her feigned concern that morning, I couldn't help but say,
"Whether I'm gay or not is none of your business, let alone whether I'm with him or not. The company never said you can't
date colleagues, did it?!"

She didn't turn around and continued swaying forward. At that moment, the driver called out, "Hey! Are you getting on?
If not, don't block my way from closing the door!!"

I opened the door, got into the car, and said, "Go ahead, do you want to take me to Tai Po?!"
It's a long distance from Sheung Wan to Tai Po, and late at night it's a good fare. He said, "Of course I will! Boss,
where in Tai Po?"

I closed the door and said, "Ya Ya Court, Nam Wan Road."

At that moment, I looked out the window and saw the older woman suddenly lose her footing and fall to the ground with a thud. She landed on her bottom,
tearing her stockings on her calf, and burst into tears.

"This day is going to be so long," I thought to myself. "I don't know what bad luck I'm having," I exclaimed. "Hey! Stop the car!"

The driver slowed down but didn't stop. Looking in the rearview mirror, he said, "Boss, what's wrong?!"

I raised my voice and said, "Stop the car!!"

He stopped immediately. I opened the door, got out, and started walking back towards my older sister. The driver behind me rolled down his window and
yelled, "Hey!! Do you need the car?! Hey, I need to collect my fare too!!"

I turned around and said, "No need!!! You didn't 'put down the meter' either." The man looked back and, sure enough, hadn't
pressed the button. He could only curse: "So, it's all bad luck!!!" "After saying that, I rushed away.

I came to the older sister, and she was a little overwhelmed. I simply picked her up from the front, and she didn't resist.
She hugged my neck. I originally just wanted to help her up, but when I saw her arms tighten around me, I hugged her back too, and
gently patted her back, whispering, 'Cry...cry it all out!!!'

The older sister indeed cried louder and louder, and hugged me tightly. At this moment, the security guard of the building heard the crying and ran
out . When he saw the two of us hugging, the middle-aged man scratched his head and said, 'Oh dear, it's Miss Li again?! Wow~~
what's wrong? Is she alright...?'

I replied, 'No...she's fine...let her cry...' The older sister was still crying."

The security guard said, "Oh dear, it's so late now, she can't cry so loudly, the guests will complain
, they might even call the police... You... you should go in first."

The woman, still sobbing, was pulled into the lobby by us. Her voice quieted down slightly, but she still
clung tightly to me. I moved forward, she stepped back, and we made our way to the elevator step by step—it was incredibly awkward.

The security guard opened the door, and after we entered, he pressed the '20th floor' button. As the door closed, the guard said,
"Then... could you... please don't let her cry anymore once we're upstairs... okay?"

At that moment, the woman relaxed completely, lying against me. She wasn't light, so I had to lift her up.
I couldn't speak then, so I just nodded to him.

Reaching the twentieth floor, I carried her out of the elevator. She pointed to one of the rooms and turned around, letting
me help her to the door. She fumbled in her handbag for a while before finding the key. After I opened the door for her,
she tumbled into the apartment with a "whoosh." I followed her in, supporting her arm and pulling her into the room.

She even kicked off her high heels along the way, seemingly still somewhat dazed. After I pulled her into the room, she suddenly
jumped up and collapsed onto the bed, motionless. I looked around the room; it was truly a mess. How could
the home of the president of a prestigious advertising company be so chaotic? Dresses and underwear were scattered everywhere, stockings hung on chairs, and
dirty .

Looking at her on the bed, all my illusions shattered. I noticed a scrape on her calf that was still bleeding. I
searched the room thoroughly and finally found a first-aid kit in the bathroom.

I brought it into the room and crawled over to her, intending to remove her stockings first. The black stockings were already tattered.
I reached under her skirt, and instantly, images of my past female companions flashed through my mind—those warm moments,
the warmth , the feel of her fleshy buttocks in stockings—it was all so wonderful. This feeling was fleeting. I found
the elastic band at the top of her pantyhose at her waist and pulled the entire pair down in one swift motion. As I did this, my face accidentally touched her underwear area. She was wearing
black lace panties. I never expected to see this beautiful woman's underwear that night.

After removing the stockings, I took out some medicine and applied it to the wound. She immediately cried out. Then I cleaned the wound
and applied a bandage. I initially thought of covering her with a sheet, but after a moment's thought, I removed her shirt and
skirt leaving only her bra and panties. After all, I'm a woman; she wouldn't mind, would she?

I casually picked up the sheet. It was late November, and the weather was starting to get cooler. I was worried she'd
catch a cold , but as I covered her, I
couldn't help but gaze at the mature beauty's body—a figure even women envied. Her breasts were a C-cup, her waist slender, and her hips shapely. If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I wouldn't have believed that a 41-
year-old woman had such a perfect figure! I think anyone who saw her would only guess she was thirty.

After admiring her for a moment, just as I was about to leave, the woman suddenly opened her eyes and stared at me,
startling . I immediately covered her with the sheet and said, "Are you alright? I'll be going now."

Unexpectedly, she suddenly said, "Do you like looking? If you like, keep looking. I've never shown myself to a girl before
..."

With that, she kicked the sheet away, revealing her snow-white legs, and unconsciously kept her knees slightly pressed together,
her calves slightly parted—a very sexy pose.

My natural reaction was that I liked it, and I stared blankly as I slowly walked away. She even
lifted , revealing her naked body wearing only a white bra and black underwear.

After looking at her for a moment, I was overjoyed, of course. I hadn't expected my morning wish to come true that evening. But then I
remembered she was drunk, and she was my boss, so reason prevailed. I said, "Sister, you're drunk.
Quickly cover yourself with the sheet, don't catch a cold."

She squinted for a moment, then said resentfully, "What? Am I really that bad? Even gay men don't
like me?!"

I ignored her, turned around, went to the door, and turned off the light. Before leaving and closing the door, I said, "I...
I like girls, but I'm not promiscuous. Even if I like your appearance, it doesn't mean I have to do
anything . I'm not an animal."

She seemed worried that I would leave like that, and quickly said, "I didn't mean that... I'm sorry, Jackie
... Could you stay and keep me company for a while? I don't want to be alone tonight, please."

Although I had only just met her, her tone was very familiar. I had felt this way before.

I truly don't know what or who could have made her so heartbroken, but I feel the same way she does.
In the dark room, I looked out the window; across the street was Haoying's house. Why are there so many heartbroken people in this city?

I changed my mind, sat down by the bed, and gently covered her with the sheet, gazing at her tenderly.
I said, "Okay, I'll stay with you. Besides, it's so late, I might as well not go back to Tai Po."

She didn't say anything, and after a while, she said, "Thank you."

In the dim light, I noticed that her headrest wasn't in place, so I got up and knelt down in front of her to adjust it. Once
she felt comfortable, she let out a breath, and I smelled a strong scent of alcohol mixed with a woman's fragrance, which I liked. Unexpectedly,
she also smelled my scent and suddenly pulled my neck. I naturally lowered my head, and she took the initiative to kiss me
.

It had been half a year since I separated from Zhang Lu, and suddenly kissing a stranger felt a little strange. Her lips were very hot and wet.
In the darkness, perhaps she mistook me for a man, or maybe someone else? I was actually quite lonely inside,
and how could I resist having a beautiful woman on my pillow? I quickly reciprocated with a wet kiss.

The wet kissing sounds were incessant, her tongue was very active, constantly intertwining with mine.
It seemed that she had also accumulated a lot of desire.

And so, the two of us girls curled up on the bed, enjoying each other's warmth, which felt especially
comforting . Her hands caressed my short hair, and I gently stroked her mature face; we kissed passionately for several minutes.

Until, after what seemed like an eternity, she stopped to catch her breath, and I gently laid her head on the pillow. The moonlight shone beautifully on her
face .

I couldn't help but say, "Wow… you… you're so beautiful…"

Finally, she smiled, a smile like a little girl's, yet tinged with shyness. Was she embarrassed because I was a girl?

She said, "Really? Am I still pretty? Hehe... People say lesbians... girls know best how to please other girls,
and it's true."

I replied, "I'm telling the truth, otherwise why would I like it so much?"

After catching her breath, as if savoring the intensity of the moment, she said, "That... wasn't as strange
as I imagined, on the contrary..."

Seeing that she hesitated to finish her sentence, I asked, "On the contrary what?"

She said shyly, "On the contrary... it was very sweet, your lips were so soft and smooth, it felt so good to kiss you, ja..."
"C-Kee."

I laughed and said, "Let me clarify first, I didn't mean to 'force' you, it was... you took the initiative first."

She laughed and said, "I'm not a virgin, I don't want to, so how could you 'force' me? Silly girl!!
Besides... maybe I have the potential to be a lesbian!"

I asked, "Big sister, have you never tried it?"

She said, "Really not! What? Do people outside really think of me as a perverted female demon?
Whether it's a man or a woman, it's all clients and executives, if they like me, it's okay, right?!"

I hadn't thought that much about it, I was just curious, so I answered, "No, I haven't heard anything..." "Well, I just
thought maybe girls might have tried kissing other girls?"

She also thought she was overreacting and calmed down, taking my hand and laughing, "It's not like I
haven't had the chance. Girls confessed their love to me when I was in school, and there are plenty of gay men in the advertising industry, but I know very well that
I like men... at least that's what I think."

I saw her face darken at the end, as if something had touched her heart, so I said, "You're a bit awake now,
shall I pour you a glass of warm water?" She nodded, so I got up and went outside to find a glass and some hot water. After filling it, I took off my
shoes and then turned off the outside light.

When I entered the room, she was still waiting for me, not asleep. I helped her sit up, handed her a glass of water, and after she drank several large gulps,
she gave it to me. I placed the glass on the bedside table and then got up, saying, "Then you should go to sleep early. I 'll
sleep on the sofa outside."

But she immediately said, "No...you sleep here too, keep me company, okay?"

I thought for a moment, then unbuttoned my black shirt. Unexpectedly, she kept staring at me. I was even more surprised
to find myself feeling a little shy. Was it because she was different from my previous girlfriends, because she wasn't a lesbian?!

I turned around before taking off my shirt. When I took off my white trousers, I deliberately sat on the edge of the bed, but perhaps
our pupils had adjusted to the darkness. The streetlights outside illuminated the room brightly, and my half-naked body was
nowhere to be hidden.

After undressing, I felt bolder and turned to look at her. Her gaze swept over me from bottom to top, and I
was both surprised and delighted. I couldn't help but clench my thighs together, feeling an itch inside.

The older woman looked surprised and said, "Wow! I didn't expect you to be covered up like a pearl! I didn't realize
you had such a great figure, your breasts are much bigger than mine!! And your waist and calves are so slender, why are you covering
them up? Even as a girl, I think your figure is very... very sexy! Hehehe."

Actually, this wasn't the first time I'd heard someone say that. My ex-girlfriends had said similar things, and when guys saw me
wearing a tight top, they would say things like, "My body is even better than a real woman's." What real woman? I
'm a living, breathing real woman!!

After taking off my socks, I climbed onto the bed and quickly hid under the sheets. Luckily, the sheets were large, so we
didn't have any physical contact.

Then she said, "Jackie, with a figure like yours, it's such a waste for you to be a lesbian!"

I replied, "Finally! I bet it'll take you a long time to say that, hahaha. Everyone
says that, especially my mom. But why is it a waste? Does it mean it's worth it for a guy, but not for a girl
? It's my body, and I can't choose what I want!"

She thought for a while without saying anything, then said, "Yeah, Jackie, I've completely changed my opinion of you.
I admire your courage to do what you love and ignore what others think. If only I could do that
!"

I said, "Of course you can! Why not? You're already the president of a big company,
a leader in your industry. Do you still..." "Can't I just be myself?!"

Her voice started to hoarse. Whether it was from the alcohol or from sadness, I couldn't tell at that moment. I only heard her say, "Silly
girl, haven't you heard of 'the higher you climb, the colder it gets'?"

I actually understood, but of course I didn't know the details. I only knew that she had become sad again. I saw that she was sleeping with her back to me,
so I hugged her from behind. I had just taken off my clothes, and my body was still a little cold, but on the contrary, she had been drinking and
had been under the sheets for a while, so her body was still warm. With her soft flesh in my arms, my tone became very gentle: "Come on, tell me your
story..."

She didn't expect me to hug her and trembled slightly, but then she was melted by my embrace. She took the initiative to press
her body back against me, my soft breasts pressed against hers, and she exhaled and said, "This feeling..."

"It's been so long since I've been hugged...it feels so good..." The last two words, "it feels so good," were said face-to-face ,
because she had turned around and was embracing me.

My older sister had never experienced a woman's body before, but she was surprisingly natural. Still slightly drunk, she had little self-control. She closed her eyes when
facing me and started kissing me again.

Having learned from our previous experience, we were both very cooperative, and the face-to-face position brought us even closer. I had
intended to comfort her and listen to her complaints, but I hadn't expected her passionate, wet kiss. Her scent quickly aroused me, and my
hands were already tightly embracing her slender waist.

Her tongue began to dart around; it was no longer an experiment, she was also aroused, thirsting for sex.

As a woman, I understand our anatomy; foreplay is slow and reserved, but once the body is aroused,
it's like a raging torrent, unstoppable. She willingly drank my saliva, enjoying every sip, her eyes... My hands
couldn't hold back . My older sister's left hand gently stroked my back, while her right hand lightly kneaded my fleshy buttocks. She kneaded more and more vigorously, her fingertips

. My buttocks are soft and fleshy, and have always been very sensitive. Her caresses made me feel very comfortable, and I couldn't help but moan softly: " Ah ... I reached out and gently kneaded her breasts, only to find they were indeed firmer. I hadn't expected my soft D-cup and her firm C-cup to feel so different, but I preferred hers more. I knew that girls with breasts like hers were incredibly sensitive, especially around the nipples. So , after kneading them several times, I slipped inside her bra and gently teased her nipples, which made her cry out, "Ohhhhhh ! How did you know ? Ughh ... My skin tone is medium to light, but my older sister's skin mesmerized me. Especially captivating were my large, light brown areolas, while hers were small, firm, and pink. At that moment, I felt we were a perfect match! I had been starving for a long time, and after a while, I couldn't resist pouncing on her, sucking on her nipples and licking her areolas. She was enjoying it with her eyes closed. My left hand was also busy gently pinching her other nipple. She let me lie on top of her , her thighs wrapped around my waist, moaning softly, "Ahhhhhh... umm... umm... ouch... it itches... ahhhhhh... good... ohh ... I was worried that a girl new to same-sex relationships would be hesitant to play with that area, and it would take some time to "get the hang of it." Unexpectedly, the older woman said, "Jackie... I'm already so wet... do you... want to see?!" Of course I wanted to see, so without saying a word, I abandoned her breasts and crept up to her panties. I sniffed them first. This... smell was unlike anything I'd ever smelled before. I couldn't help but say, "Sister~~~ your... smell is so strong and pungent... I ..." She had already forgotten my gender; her crotch was her lover. She said, "Baby... does it smell bad ... I'm sorry... maybe I'm ovulating..." I replied, "No... how could it smell bad! Haven't you heard 'If mutton isn't mutton, and a woman isn't pungent, the world is tasteless' ? Your strong, pungent smell is what makes me... makes me... very horny..." With that, I pulled down her panties. Sure enough, under the dense pubic hair, her labia were red and glistening with white love fluid. I gently blew some warm air on her, and she trembled all over, immediately clenching her lower body tightly. I spread her thighs wider and then hid my face inside. Some girls think the lower lip is ugly, but I love it. Knowing that these two dark labia can produce intense pleasure excites me. The girl's love juice is incredibly smooth and fragrant. I gently licked a little with my tongue to taste it. Like fine wine, different origins have different flavors. What I had before me was a vintage wine, rich yet mellow, with a slightly fishy smell yet a numbing sensation like musk. My older sister hadn't had sex in years, and at this moment, with just a light touch of my tongue on her genitals , she cried out, "Ugh~ Ahhhhhh!" I wasn't in a hurry. I first kissed the inside of her thighs, occasionally teasing her groin with my tongue, then kissed her abdomen, pretending to accidentally touch her labia. I went back and forth ten times without directly attacking there. She waited patiently, her inner itch growing stronger and stronger. She kept twisting her waist , biting her lip tightly for a while before finally crying out , "Ohh ... I looked up at her, her posture so lewd. You know, when a girl willingly spreads her legs for you to see, it means she's lost in the pleasure of sex. I understood that allure, and immediately began to serve the beauty with all my might. In no time, I'd licked her clean . When she looked at me, I deliberately opened my mouth so she could see it was full of her secret. She frowned slightly, as if to say , "It's dirty," but I showed satisfaction, drinking it all down. This warmed her heart, and she leaned back, sighing, " Oh oh ...

After a while, I moved my tongue to the corners of her lips and licked the outer walls of her lips vertically, from top to bottom.
I licked her lips a dozen times. When I licked them a few times in the last few times, she cried out the loudest when my tongue passed through the middle.
Suddenly , some hot white liquid was automatically squeezed out and flowed out between the walls of her lips.

"
Ah

... Amidst her frenzied moans, I vaguely heard her say, "Ohhh!!! Ohhh!!! Ohhh!!! Ohhh!! I !!! I'm !!! Coming !!! Waaaaaahh ... She brushed my hand away, then continued to sniff deeply, exclaiming, "Mmm... this is what other girls smell like...it's so tempting!" She licked her , her expression lewd, and my heart fluttered. Actually, after my earlier "treat," I was already soaking wet; the inside of my lips felt slippery, causing me to unconsciously sway my hips, creating a pleasurable friction. My legs kicked lightly, adopting a posture that even I found feminine. After sniffing for a while, she began kissing my genitals through my underwear. Even through the fabric, her hot, moist breath penetrated my lips, making me even more excited and causing me to produce more lubrication. Although it was her first time doing this, she was very skilled in sex. Was she using the same methods her ex-boyfriend had used on her? If so, I really wanted to test her skills, because her tongue was superb; her licking and teasing had already made me completely weak. Suddenly, I felt a slight itch in my upper body, particularly my breasts. I gently caressed them through my bra, and as I rubbed , my nipples hardened. Ignoring all pretense of modesty, I slipped my hand inside my bra and began teasing my nipples. This only fueled my desire. Perhaps she sensed it too, for she looked up at me, our eyes locked . I gave her a pleading look, silently begging her to do more, to be more intense, please?! Suddenly, without a sound, she pulled down my underwear, gently , began to lick and suck my wet lips. The moment her tongue lightly flicked, an electric shock shot through my body, and I immediately cried out, "Ah ... "Oh my god~~~ Oh my god~~~ Oh my god~~~ Oh my god~~~ Oh my god~~~ Oh my god~~~ Oh my god~~~ Oh my god~~~ Oh my god!!!" After licking for a while, she suddenly sucked on my labia. I felt like I was going to explode. My thighs kept twisting, and I released my breasts with both hands, pressing her head down towards my private parts. Our rhythm became synchronized, and I screamed wildly: "Oh my god~~~ Oh my god~~~ Oh my god~~~ Oh my god~~~ Oh my god~~~ Oh my god!!!" She said while eating: "Squeak~~ Squeak~~ Squeak~~~ Heh~~~ Is it comfortable? Jackie?! Look?!! I'm eating your cunt~~~ It tastes so good!!! Squeak~~ Squeak~~ Squeak~~~" I was almost at orgasm, and hearing her dirty words made me even more excited. I couldn't answer at all, but she continued: " Heh he ... While I was sucking on my older sister's beautiful lips, one hand was squeezing her plump, white buttocks , and the other was penetrating her vagina. She was too excited to speak, and we both moaned : "Aiyah ... " Waaaaahh ...

It all sprayed onto the beauty's face. The older sister, having already orgasmed once, only convulsed this time,
moaning softly, "Ah!!!!!!!!! Ah!!!!!!!!! Oh!!!!!!!!!!"

After several rounds of head-to-buttock embrace, I passed out.

I don't know how much time passed, but when I came to, we were both naked, embracing under the sheets, facing each other. Looking at
her blissful expression, I smiled and drifted off to sleep, knowing her body was finally satisfied, and I was happy too. I'm taller than her,
so she nestled in my arms, a sweet, girlish girl, not at all like a boss more than ten years my senior.

Looking out the window, the sky was a deep blue; it was probably around five o'clock. She woke up at the same time. We locked eyes, and
after a moment, I said,

"Will you... regret this?!"

She quickly leaned closer and kissed me on the lips, saying, "You thought I was just drunk? Maybe...
I've really been drunk for too long... Now... it seems I'm awake."

I didn't understand what she meant, but her expression was full of lust, which made me less worried. She leaned even
closer, hugging me tightly, our breasts and nipples pressed together, her hands caressing my buttocks, and said,
"I'm awake... I want a woman... a real woman... come on... give me more."

After saying that, we started kissing passionately, this time we were truly naked, kissing wildly without any restraint, our hands
caressing each other's bodies, until she said, "Come on... teach me... what other fun positions are there!"

So we masturbated each other again, and then we tried rubbing our genitals together, a position she really
liked. Our legs were crossed, our wet lips kissing and rubbing, and I even sucked on her toes. Soon
she had another orgasm.

Originally, I planned to take a day off, but my older sister said it was my second day of work and it wasn't convenient for me to take leave, so she told me
to sleep a little longer. Around 7 a.m., I was woken up by the sound of her opening the door.
She Aren't you tired? You were so drunk last night, why did you get up so early to buy breakfast?"

Seeing her wearing sportswear without makeup, her hair tied in a ponytail, but her face was radiant, she said, "It's all thanks to you
! I haven't had an orgasm in ages, and then three times in one night! I don't know why, but I feel so relaxed and energetic!"

I thought about it and agreed. Although I was physically tired, I felt very relaxed, so I jumped out of bed and hugged her
. She kissed me without any hesitation, and for a moment, it was hard to tell if we were male or female!

Then we took a shower together. She said she had never tried bathing with a woman before, and since we were now gay, she had to
enjoy it. Strangely enough, in all my same-sex relationships, I've never experienced such intense intimacy. Perhaps it's because
our bodies are so in sync. In the bathroom, we couldn't stop touching each other, enjoying our interactions.

At breakfast, something strange happened. Perhaps because she's older than me, she always took care of me, handing me
food , pouring my drinks, and doting on me in her words—things I've always done! At first, I felt uncomfortable,
but considering we'd just started dating, I didn't want to say anything, so I accepted it.

It's all because we played in the bathroom for too long. After breakfast, we had to leave for work immediately. I hadn't brought any other
clothes so I had to wear yesterday's clothes again. But she said, "Isn't it inappropriate for you to wear the same clothes to work? Here, let me give
you some clothes."

I looked her over. Although Sister Shaoyun had a good figure, she was rather thin, 5 feet 3 inches tall, and although she had a 36C
bust, she was considered petite. I, on the other hand, was 5 feet 6 inches tall, with a slender frame, but my chest, pelvis, and thighs
were fleshy. I said, "Big sister... I don't think I can fit into your clothes."

She rummaged through the closet for a while and took out a sheer red silk blouse for me. I tried it on, and although
I managed to put it on, it clung to my body so tightly that I couldn't button it up at all, making me feel very awkward. I said,
"Ugh... too tight... too close, it's showing here... this isn't good..."

But she said in an elder's tone, "Don't talk nonsense, it fits you perfectly. I bought this when I was a little chubby. You're
tall , and you look like a model in it. Buttoning it up looks old-fashioned; nobody wears it like that anymore. Look
how prominent this 'cleavage' is! Hahaha!" As she spoke, she lightly touched my nipple with her finger.

I shuddered and laughed, "But... it's a bit see-through. Look in the mirror, you can vaguely see my
black bra!"

She laughed and said, "Don't be so old-fashioned. This style is supposed to be like this, and it just so happens that you're wearing a black bra."

I looked in the mirror. Although it wasn't something I would wear, it did look quite beautiful, just a bit
revealing and too feminine!

I was about to grab my handbag and leave, but she continued searching in the closet. A moment later, she pulled out a black
mini-skirt . I immediately said, "No need!! Really! I'll just wear these white pants, they...and they suit
me well too. I really can't fit into those! Really!!!"

She put her hands on her hips and said, "If I want you to wear it, then try it on. This skirt is stretchy, you'll definitely fit!"

I replied, "But these pants are fine. Even if my colleagues notice they're yesterday's, it'll be normal. I
've already changed my top."

She persisted, "Your top is so fitted, but your pants are loose and baggy, it looks strange. Sweetie,
try it on first."

I reluctantly took off my pants, and when I put on the skirt, which reached my knees, I exclaimed, "Look, it's so narrow,
how could it possibly be..." She immediately ran over and pulled the skirt up for me. Sure enough, it was stretchy. At my waist, the skirt
clung to my shirt.

I smoothed the skirt down with my hands, but the hem was too short, only covering mid-thigh, three inches short of knee.
I kept shaking my head and pulling down the hem, saying, "This...it's really too short, I'd better put it back on..."

"Wait a minute..." she said, gently pulling open the hem of the skirt at the waist, tucking the shirt inside, saying, "...
This shirt is worn under the skirt...so it always hides the waist!!"

At this moment, she pulled me to the mirror, stood behind me, and said, "Look for yourself, see if it fits, honestly."

I looked at the person in the mirror, and to be honest, it looked really normal, like an office lady on the street, maybe a little flirtatious
. After all, the short skirt showed off my prominent waistline, my thighs and buttocks were taut, and my long
calves made me look much thinner! But I had never worn anything like this in my entire life. I just kept shaking my head, saying,
"Yes...it fits me well, but I don't wear these women's clothes, ma'am. Besides, look at these round-toed
leather shoes they're men's style, don't they look strange?!"

She glanced at me and said, "That's true..."

I then said, "Exactly...well, let's compromise. I'll wear this top, but I'll still wear those bottoms..."
"Wouldn't long pants be fine?"

She seemed not to hear me, just staring at my feet and asking, "Your feet aren't that big,
what ? Size 38, right?"

I said, "I actually wear a size 39, so yours are probably too small."

She then took out a pair of sandal-style high heels from the closet and said, "Hmm, that's right, these are European size
38s, the larger size, you can try them on first."

I was beginning to understand this woman's personality; no one could say no to what she wanted. If she were just my
boss, I could argue with her, but who told me... who told me I liked her?

I had no choice but to take off my leather shoes and socks to try on the high heels. Surprisingly, they fit perfectly. I shook my head,
thinking that whatever the beauty wanted me to do, I would do. I said, "Okay... my darling sister, you can dress me however you want
."

When she saw my answer, she made a face, sweetly jumped in front of me, and kissed me. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw
my sister in the mirror wearing a light blue halter dress and high heels, passionately kissing another OL in a short skirt. What a
strange sight!

Then my sister started putting on makeup. I looked at my watch and thought I was definitely going to be late, but thankfully she didn't force me
to put on makeup too, so I didn't say anything more.

Still feeling relieved, she turned around and came to me, holding a blush brush towards my face. I immediately
looked away, saying, "This... really, I don't need to. I... never wear makeup."

She said, "Your skin tone is good, but a woman's face should have a rosy glow. We'll just put on some powder, maybe a little blush,
and it'll make you look more energetic, right?!"

I started to have some doubts. Why was she so deliberately trying to make me look feminine? Since I was already dressed
like this, I decided to let her do as she pleased and see what tricks she was up to.

Having figured it out, I let her do my makeup and apply lipstick. She was quite skilled, finishing in just a few minutes. I
looked in the mirror and really couldn't recognize this woman with the heavy makeup. The older woman was overjoyed, but I remained expressionless.

The older woman then checked her watch and said, "Hmm, it's about time, let's go."

We took the elevator to the parking lot, and I realized she drove to work, so we still had plenty of time.

I got into her Mercedes-Benz CLS and stared at my thighs beneath her skirt. Luckily, I
'd , otherwise, showing my hairy legs like this would have been terrifying!

Even so, I still felt very uncomfortable looking at my thighs. How should I sit? My usual
posture was too unseemly. Should I cross my legs? The thought of sitting awkwardly made me want to vomit!

The car was heading towards Taikoo Shing, and after only about twenty minutes, I said, "Ma'am, could you park at the corner?
I'll get out first, okay?"

She replied, "No need, let's get in together."

At that moment, I finally understood why she had dressed me up like this. If I were still dressed as a man,
her presence with me would cause gossip, but with two 'girls' together, it wasn't a visual problem.

I felt uneasy then; it seemed she still cared about others knowing her orientation.

I didn't say anything, thought for a while, and realized that she was, after all, a celebrity and a company president; she couldn't ignore what
others thought.

The older sister, a woman who had seen it all, seemed to understand what I was thinking. She said, "Jackie,
I 'd also like to try developing a relationship with you... if you'd like?"

I didn't answer, just nodded.

She continued, "You guessed why I made you dress like this, right? Maybe it's because I feel guilty. If you
're not so obvious, it'll be easier for me to spend more time with you... do you understand? I know this is difficult for you,
but I'll make it up to you."

With that, she grinned lewdly, swept her hand along my thigh, down to the hem of my skirt, and suddenly slipped it inside,
caressing me several times.

"Ah!!! Oh dear, you!" I was startled, but also excited. This sneaky
feeling, combined with my 'man' dressed as a woman—usually I was the one taking the initiative—
was all new and exciting, making me feel incredibly aroused.

After parking the car, we walked side by side to the elevator. Since no one was around, she reached out and touched my buttocks
. Even through my short skirt, it felt very provocative.

She said, "You look great in this tight short skirt. Be natural, don't spread your legs so wide, it's not very
elegant." I smiled, blushing slightly, but honestly, I hadn't worn a skirt in at least a decade, let alone
these sexy high heels. I said ,

"I'm really not used to it. If I asked you to dress as a man, you'd feel weird too! Besides, these
shoes are so high, how can you stand steadily?!"

Perhaps she appreciated my sacrifice, because she moved closer to me, pressed her lips to mine, and kissed me. This was a public
place, and I hadn't expected her to be so bold. I was startled for a moment. Just then, the elevator doors opened, and
two men came out. They saw us standing so close, and I immediately took a half-step back. They probably only saw that we were very
close, right?

Sure enough, they didn't suspect anything. Of course, there's really nothing to suspect when two OLs are together, which
confirms the older sister's idea!

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