【The Prequel to the Slut Bomb Unit: The Soft Technique】(Part 1)

Author: shiilinlee
Word Count: 6045
First published on 2017/2/24 on Siheyuan, also published on sis and forums.

Inside the tent used as a temporary dressing room for the opera troupe, Tong Lingling was putting on her makeup.

Three years had passed since Tong Lingling joined the troupe. In those three years, relying on her
ballet training from a young age, Tong Lingling quickly mastered various performance techniques of the troupe. She could not only perform traditional plays, but also various
high-difficulty acrobatics, as well as animal training, comic plays, and so on. With her excellent skills, she quickly became
a pillar .

While being popular with the audience, Tong Lingling maintained an excellent relationship with her fellow apprentices. This was not only
because she was young and thus favored by everyone, but also because she was versatile, always ready to step up wherever needed,
yet very low-key and humble, never seeking credit, and often giving opportunities to her fellow apprentices.

The dressing room was empty; her fellow apprentices had all gone outside because she was performing the last act.
The reason she was the headliner was twofold: firstly, the performance was incredibly difficult, and only she could handle it; secondly,
as the troupe's only medic, she had to ensure her fellow apprentices were safely performing before she could go
on .

Indeed, over the past three years, she had taught herself medicine and nursing, so
she would always step in to help her fellow apprentices if they were injured during rehearsals or needed urgent physiological needs.

Therefore, aside from performing traditional plays, she either didn't go on stage at all, or she was always the headliner.

Tong Lingling was pretty and charming, with a graceful figure and a healthy, fresh complexion. Although her breasts weren't large,
they were pleasing to the eye, especially considering her youthful face. Many of her fellow apprentices said she could easily go on stage without
makeup and still be incredibly popular. However, Tong Lingling had her own principles. She believed that once
on stage, she should present her best self, so she always applied
makeup before going on stage.

At this moment, Tong Lingling sat in front of the mirror, legs apart, applying makeup to her genitals. With
her left hand, she parted her labia, and with her right hand, she gently applied powder to her vulva with a small brush. After looking in
the mirror used the brush to lightly refine the outer foreskin of her clitoris.
Then, she gently pinched her clitoris, feeling a slight swelling, and used her left thumb and forefinger to peel back
the foreskin , continuing to refine the inner foreskin and clitoris.

This is a difficult part of makeup; many actresses cannot control their bodies, and their makeup smudges before it
sets , forcing them to insert a tampon. Tong Lingling, however, had extensive stage experience from a young age,
and with years of training in a theatrical troupe, she was already adept at controlling her movements. Therefore, even under such stimulation, she only
let out a few soft moans, which had no effect on her makeup.

After everything was finished, Tong Lingling stood up, spread her legs, and looked at herself in the mirror from several different angles
, nodding in satisfaction.

Listening to the music outside, mixed with the applause, whistles, and heavy breathing of the audience, Tong Lingling
knew that "Dancing with Snakes" was nearing its end. Senior Sister Zheng was probably about to reach
another climax ; how much semen would she get this time? It seemed it was time to prepare for her performance.

"Sister Lingling, get ready, it's almost your turn." Sure enough, a small head popped in from outside the tent—
it was Xiaomei

, there to urge the performance on stage. Xiaomei had just joined the troupe last month and was still learning, temporarily handling odd jobs and urging the performance on stage. Besides Tong Lingling, she was the youngest
in the entire troupe.

"Xiaomei, who's behind you? It's not Senior Brother Wang again, is it?" Hearing Xiaomei's slightly hesitant
voice, Tong Lingling knew something was up and teased her.

"That's right, every time before he even finishes watching Sister Zheng's performance, his dick gets...it gets so hard he can't stand it, and
he's looking everywhere for someone to...to comfort him. Sister Lingling, hurry up, I can't take it alone, I have to...I have to
find someone to take over. Hmm...ah..." Xiao Mei's little head disappeared, her moans mingled with a few
crisp slaps and a muttered "You talk too much, see how I deal with you," it seemed Xiao Mei's little butt had suffered again
. But Tong Lingling knew that they were both actually enjoying it.

"Coming, coming, don't worry." As she spoke, Tong Lingling had already put on her underwear and walked out of the tent. In the opera troupe
, actresses usually wait a few minutes after their makeup is done to let it set before putting on their pants, so as not to accidentally
wet their pants and affect the stage effect. Although Tong Lingling had long since mastered this and didn't even need tampons anymore, she
still maintained this good habit, which showed her professionalism.

"For the final performance, please welcome our graceful beauty, Ms. Tong Lingling, to demonstrate her supple skills."

With that, Tong Lingling gracefully stepped forward. Today's performance was held in a small but bustling town,
nestled against the mountains and beside the water, a place of scenic beauty. A small square table had already been set up in the center of the performance area, serving as Tong Lingling
's stage. The audience had already gathered around, some with their hands still inside their pants, fidgeting.

Because it was a small stage, the performer's costume didn't need to be extravagant. Tong Lingling's attire today
was no different from that of an ordinary girl next door: a beige blouse with the neckline open on her left shoulder, a row of buttons running
diagonally down from the center of her breasts to her waist, highlighting her not-so-large but very firm breasts. She wore a
linen skirt that reached her knees, and white socks with black cloth shoes. She looked
lively and adorable, instantly inspiring a sense of approachability.

Tong Lingling smiled sweetly, leaned forward, placed her hands on the small table, and slowly lifted her feet off the ground. Gradually
, her arms were fully extended, perpendicular to the table, and her body leaned forward until it was parallel to the table,
with only her head raised, facing the audience, almost at a right angle to her body. She held this pose for four or five seconds, immediately
drawing applause.

This initial move was extraordinary; without a foundation laid from childhood and years of rigorous practice, it would be
impossible to achieve .

Tong Lingling stuck out her tongue, revealing a playful expression, seemingly quite pleased with herself,
but her eyes conveyed: "You're already stunned? The best is yet to come."

Then, Tong Lingling quickly performed a bridge-like movement, her body almost bent in half, her toes pointing towards
the audience.

The audience in front only saw a flash of white, and before they could clearly see what was under her skirt, they saw Tong Lingling's buttocks pressed tightly against...
Her back and crotch were pressed against the back of her head, her knees bent, and her feet dropped from her shoulders onto the table. Although
her small head blocked the view, her skillful performance still drew another round of applause.

Tong Lingling raised her right leg, stretched it out, and then lowered it, then raised her left leg and lowered it again,
teasing . Then, she stretched both legs out, and her lower body
gradually rose, bending her entire body into a C-shape, her legs spreading out horizontally.

The audience hoped to see what was under Tong Lingling's skirt, but the result left them slightly
disappointed . That beautiful little area was completely hidden by the drooping skirt; nothing could be seen. However,
Tong Lingling's skill still earned her another round of applause.

Tong Lingling wore a mischievous smile, as if saying, "Want to see? I won't. Don't worry,
there's more to come."

Tong Lingling brought her legs together again, facing forward, and with a light push of her feet, she slid her shoes off. With a slight flick of
her ankles , she sent the shoes flying in two directions into the crowd, causing a scramble.

Tong Lingling then separated her legs again, returning to her previous posture, and slowly raised her right leg from the side, pointing it straight to
the sky. As her right leg rose, the right side of her skirt slid down to her waist, revealing a portion of her
white cotton underwear.

However, as Tong Lingling pulled her right leg back, she simultaneously bent her knee into a frog-leg position, her foot resting on
her lower body. She then did the same with her left leg, bringing her foot together at her hips. Although her skirt had been gathered to her waist,
completely exposing her underwear, her clasped feet once again completely concealed the crucial parts of her lower body.

Just as a small group of viewers were getting impatient, Tong Lingling slightly parted her legs, revealing
everything . Unfortunately, her underwear was completely opaque, without a single trace of moisture, leaving some viewers
anxious.

Then, to everyone's surprise, Tong Lingling actually slipped her feet inside her underwear, seemingly moving them around inside
, before finally pulling them out. By this time, there were some damp marks on her socks. Unfortunately,
although the underwear was slightly wrinkled, it was still dry, only revealing a sliver of her labia, leaving much to the imagination
while still revealing almost nothing.

Tong Lingling lowered her feet slightly, placed them in front of her mouth, licked the damp
areas as if indicating it was delicious, then bit both socks, stretching her legs out again into a straight line,
biting off the socks and holding them in her mouth.

With her legs fully extended, everyone could see more clearly. Although her panties remained opaque,
obscuring a large portion of her pubic area, they clung tightly to her lower body, clearly outlining the contours of her vulva. Some
audience members began to breathe heavily.

Then, Tong Lingling brought her feet back to her mouth, pinching a sock in each foot, and with a flick of her legs, the socks
flew into the crowd, triggering an even more intense scramble.

Tong Lingling then returned her feet to her crotch, pinching the edges of her panties, pulling them up and flattening them . With a release
, the panties snapped back onto her lower body with a "snap."

Next, Tong Lingling lowered her body again, bending her legs and placing her feet on the table from her shoulders. Then,
playfully lowering her head, she once again allowed the audience to admire the view of her lower body through her slightly parted legs. Her
head emerged from between her legs, and with a straightening of her back, she stood firmly on the table.

In this short performance, Tong Lingling supported her entire body weight with just her hands, showcasing
a flexibility and physical strength that deeply impressed many audience members.

At this moment, her assistant, Senior Brother Liu, brought up six thin wooden sticks and six plates, neatly
placing them at Tong Lingling's feet before leaving the table.

A buzz of discussion arose from the audience. Some of the more experienced viewers
, seeing the props Senior Brother Liu brought, roughly guessed what Tong Lingling was going to perform, but their guesses
only deepened their confusion.

What was she going to do? Balance plates on her head? Balancing six plates simultaneously wasn't unheard of, but
wouldn't it require two hands to spin them? Previously, they'd always seen an assistant spin the plates first and then hand them, sticks and all,
to the performer. What did it mean to place them directly like this? Was she going to spin all six
plates ? How was that possible?

While puzzled, the audience, especially those more knowledgeable, were even more eager for Tong Lingling's next
performance .

Tong Lingling bent over, picking up three wooden sticks at once with her right hand, spreading them out in her hand, and picking up a
plate with her left, placing it on top of one of the sticks and making it spin. Then came the second and third plates. As she bent over
, some sharp-eyed audience members noticed that Tong Lingling wasn't wearing a bra under her top, and two small nipples were clearly
visible .

Tong Lingling straightened up and transferred the plate from her right hand to her left. Now both hands were
occupied, but making the plates spin required both hands—what to do with the remaining three plates?

Tong Lingling calmly raised her left leg, standing on her right foot, and deftly picked up a
plate , extending it flat to show it to the audience. Then, she retracted her left leg, continuously raising it until she brought the plate to her mouth and bit it.
As her foot rose, the hem of her skirt slid down to her waist again, giving the audience a tantalizing glimpse. Then, she put her left foot
back on the ground, switched to her right foot, picked up a wooden stick, held it upright in front of her chest, and propped it up under the plate.

Many audience members guessed that Tong Lingling intended to make the plate spin with her mouth, but Tong Lingling clearly didn't intend
to complete the task so easily. She lowered her right foot slightly, controlling the stick
to poke and stroke her breasts, then nipples a few times, until applause and whistles rang out. Only then did she use the stick to prop up the plate, and with a slight head movement,
the plate began to spin steadily.

Tong Lingling extended her right leg, which was supporting the plate, forward and then to the side, allowing everyone to clearly see the plate's
position . Then she brought it back to her chest, a short distance from her body, and moved her left hand to her chest, taking
the stick from her right foot.

At this point, Tong Lingling was supporting two plates in each hand. The audience hadn't expected Tong Lingling to use such a method to prop
up the plates, and applause and cheers erupted.

As soon as Tong Lingling's right foot landed back on the table, she gently lifted it again, picking up another wooden stick. This time she took
the stick first, so it wasn't so easy to bring the plate to her mouth. What tricks will she come up with this time?

She stretched out her right leg and lifted it high, then raised it even higher, executing a perfect split.
Her balance and the tautness of her lower body drew applause.

She then retracted her right leg, placing it close to her abdomen, the wooden stick passing between her breasts, the tip just in front of her face.
With a smile that was half innocent and half seductive, Tong Lingling extended her tongue, seemingly earnestly and carefully licking the tip of
the stick . Her movements and expression were as if she were licking a man's penis, and some audience members couldn't
resist reaching into their trousers.

While licking the stick, Tong Lingling's hands stretched forward, the stick supporting the plate not obscuring
her face; her expression and movements were clearly visible to everyone.

After a while, some audience members realized that Tong Lingling had released her right leg, placing it back
on the table, and using her upper arms to squeeze her not-so-large but still well-proportioned breasts, firmly clamping the stick between them.

Before the applause had even subsided, as if to keep the audience entertained, Tong Lingling
spun , turning her back to the audience, then turned back to the left, smiling sweetly at them, just
avoiding the top of the stick so the audience could see both her smile and the top of the stick.

Next, Tong Lingling used her left foot to pick up a plate, leaned forward, and performed a high kick from behind,
the plate on her foot going over her shoulder and resting on top of the stick. The technique was incredibly skillful, and the view beneath her skirt was even more alluring,
further fueling the audience's excitement.

Tong Lingling flicked her left foot, her upper arm causing her chest to sway gently, and the plate spun steadily. Then,
her left foot lowered close to her body, seemingly about to land, but then, as if unintentionally, she grabbed her skirt, and with a pull, the entire skirt
was ripped off, leaving only a belt tied around her waist.

Tong Lingling smiled and forcefully tossed it with her left foot, the skirt fluttering in the wind, once again triggering a frenzy of scrambling. She
turned around on one foot, facing the audience. She lightly lifted her left foot, grasped a wooden stick, and used it to prop up a plate,
showcasing her alluring body. Then she transferred the stick to her left hand before placing her left foot on the table. Only

one plate remained. How would Tong Lingling handle it? She again grasped a
wooden stick with her right foot, raised it to her chest, stretched her arms forward, and again used her breasts to hold the stick between them before landing on
her right foot .

The same old routine? Had her skills stopped there? Just as the audience was buzzing with discussion, Tong Lingling suddenly opened
her arms , and the stick slipped from between her breasts.

A stage accident? A performance failure? Of course not. Before the audience could react, Tong Lingling flashed a
mischievous smile, her upper body arched back at an unbelievable angle, her heels
slightly close together, toes pointing outwards and horizontally separated, her legs bent and spread in a half-squat position. With a "thud,"
the wooden stick landed on the table, the lower end nestled between her heels, while the upper end rested slightly against her crotch.

By the time the audience realized what was happening, Tong Lingling had already secured the base of the stick with her heels, lifting her lower body
slightly so that her vulva was now at the tip of the stick.

With a coquettish laugh, Tong Lingling slowly twisted her lower body, rubbing against her vulva through her panties,
occasionally nudging her clitoris. Yes, that's right, at her clitoris. As the tip of the stick rubbed against her,
the audience could clearly see a bulge gradually forming above her vulva, and her panties were already slightly
damp. Although not yet translucent, the fresh, pinkish color inside was vaguely visible.

Tong Lingling rubbed the tip of the wooden stick for a short while, then continued to exert force, inserting
the her body moving up and down. Her underwear shrank to a thin line,
exposing her pink labia to the audience.

A gasp of astonishment immediately rose from the crowd; no one had expected such a method.
What would Tong Lingling do next?

She thrust the stick in and out for a short while, then suddenly stood up. The audience noticed that
the tip was firmly gripped by her vagina, lifted off the ground. Considering the
thinness of the stick and the elasticity and tension of her underwear, this level of control required years of rigorous training.

Tong Lingling then squatted down again, using her heels to stabilize the base of the stick, pulling it out of her
vagina. She leaned back slightly, repeatedly squatting and rising, rubbing her vagina against the stick. Her panties had become a
thin line, deeply embedded in her vagina. The wooden stick was also very thin, deeply embedded in the vaginal flesh, her labia completely
exposed , sliding up and down while gripping the stick.

Some viewers with less self-control had already reached into their crotches to move their hands, or pulled out their own penises to
masturbate, while others hugged their companions or sought out nearby members of the opposite sex to caress each other.
However, they dared not make too much noise, their eyes fixed on the small table, afraid of missing the exciting
scene .

When Tong Lingling stood up again, the viewers noticed that the wooden stick was gone. Actually, it wasn't gone,
but rather it was gripped by her vagina, and the viewers could only see a small dot in the crevice.

Tong Lingling turned around, her back to the audience, and bent over. At this moment, everyone could see clearly that the wooden stick was
firmly gripped by her vagina, pointing straight to the sky as she bent over and raised it.

Tong Lingling spread her legs, her face upside down looking at the audience from under her crotch, then sticking her head out from under her crotch, looking up at
the table, and using her mouth to pick up the last plate on the table. Then, amidst the audience's gasps, she tilted her head back and forcefully tossed
the plate high into the air, where it landed on the top of a wooden stick. With a slight sway of her hips, Tong Lingling somehow managed to make
the plate spin.

Gasps, cheers, and applause erupted. Tong Lingling then extended her elbows, supporting her body with her upper arms as she
inverted , bringing her legs together at her lower body. She rubbed the wooden stick between her legs a few times, then stretched her legs out into a horizontal
line, her vulva facing directly at the audience, creating a strong visual impact while simultaneously managing to hold the wooden stick
holding the plate. Her performance reached a small climax at this point.

Then, Tong Lingling retracted her right leg, pinched the stick, and used the bottom of the stick to poke into the edge of her underwear, pulling
up the underwear that was already deeply embedded in her vulva, only to have it snap back with a "snap." The underwear was soaked, yet not smoothed out, leaving her
lower body back in a half-covered, hazy state. Only then did Tong Lingling continue to support the plate with her right foot, pass it to
her right hand, land on both feet, and turn around.

No one could have imagined such a miraculous performance. Tong Lingling actually
balanced six plates on her own using this method, and the applause never stopped.

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