I deflowered the advertising star.

Chapter 1: By All Means to Get to Her
I stayed up all night handling business at home. The next day, I went to the company with sleepy eyes. As I walked
in , I saw a long-haired girl sitting quietly in the reception area. Through the frosted glass,
I could only vaguely make out that she was short, her head slightly lowered, and her face obscured. She was wearing a royal blue knee-length skirt. I
assumed she was there for a job interview and didn't pay much attention, walking into my personal office.
I had just sat down, lit a cigarette, and was eager to finish my work and go home to sleep when my secretary, Ms. Chen, walked in with a cold
face . Her expression was always aloof, a coldness tinged with allure. She
wore the same expression not only towards me but towards every male colleague, as if she were always on guard against men trying to get her into bed.
I wasn't surprised. I asked her what she needed, and she said a young lady had come to get her cousin's passport. Then I
remembered a colleague, Ms. Huang, was going abroad and, to save 500 yuan, had asked me to find a friend at a travel agency to get her a
passport.
The passport arrived yesterday. Ms. Huang called to say she was too busy to come and would have her cousin pick it up, so I asked
Ms. Chen to invite her in.
Ms. Chen gave a cold reply and turned to leave. Although her behavior was aloof, every time I saw her
straight, , I couldn't help but feel aroused. But a rabbit doesn't eat the grass near its burrow, so I just kept my thoughts to myself
.
I opened the drawer, took out Ms. Huang's passport, and casually flipped through it, looking at her photo. If
Ms. Huang weren't so beautiful and had such a charming smile, I wouldn't have bothered asking a classmate to apply for her passport! I wonder
if her cousin is as charming as her.
Lost in thought, I heard the sound of high heels. I looked up and saw a girl with long, flowing hair walking in, wearing a royal
blue knee-length skirt. Wasn't this the girl who had been sitting in the reception room earlier? Only then did I see her face clearly, and
I was shocked.
Her eyebrows were thick and long, her double eyelids were clearly defined, and her large eyes shone with a dreamlike charm.
The slight upturn at the corners of her eyes added to her allure. She had a straight nose, soft, delicate lips, an oval face, and a distinctive chin. She was a beautiful, captivating girl, more than twice as beautiful as the charming Miss Huang.
Strangely ,
there was a strange sense of déjà vu about her.
Seeing me staring at her speechlessly, she simply smiled quietly, her slightly parted lips
revealing perfectly white, translucent teeth. Yet, the aura she exuded was one of serene indifference
.
I snapped out of my reverie: "Miss! You…you're Miss Huang's cousin."
She nodded: "Yes! Mr. Li! I'm here to get my cousin's passport!"
Her words were crisp and clear. I handed her the passport as if it were a royal decree. She thanked me, extending her long, slender, white
hand to take the passport. Her fingers were graceful; even her beautiful fingers were captivating.
She said, "Thank you! My cousin told me you're really good at designing houses, is that right?"
I do have a talent for design, but I'm not a professional. In front of my friends, I always consider myself on par with professionals, but
today hearing such a beautiful woman ask about it, I blushed. "Oh...it's just a hobby,
nothing fancy..."
She smiled quietly, looking at me with her captivating eyes. "My cousin said she's seen your place, it's great!"
I smiled awkwardly. "So-so..."
She was quite direct. "I'm thinking of renovating my place, could you come and take a look and give me
some suggestions ?"
I didn't know whether to be happy or worried. "No problem, no problem, everyone can take a look." "Well..."
She smiled calmly, her expression as still as a still pond. "Thank you then. When would you be free to
come visit me?"
I had been planning to go home and sleep, but hearing this, I perked up. "Oh! I'll be free by noon, and I'll be free
in the afternoon !"
Her big eyes lit up with joy. "Okay! I'll be waiting for you at home at two o'clock this afternoon!"
Then she left her address and phone number, said goodbye, and turned to leave. Only then did I realize that from the moment she entered my
office until she left, I hadn't offered her a seat. How rude of me! Looking at her back, her shapely,
slender , paired with black, about three-inch, navy blue high heels, were breathtaking.
After a hurried lunch, I went home, took a shower, changed my clothes, and arrived at Huang Shih-han's
place right before 2 PM. Right, her name is Huang Shih-han. Her appearance is dreamlike, even her name is dreamlike. On the way there,
my mind wandered . I vaguely remembered hearing somewhere that women with thick, long eyebrows have a very strong sex drive. I wondered if that was
true.
She lived alone and opened the door herself, still dressed the same as this morning. I took a closer look at her eyebrows—
yes! They were indeed thick and long. But seeing her dreamlike eyes, I suppressed any lewd thoughts in
my mind . Before me stood a truly respectable person.
She told me not to take off my shoes. Ha! Just like my house, she had wooden floors and, like me, didn't like taking off her shoes as soon as she entered the house
.
I entered the living room, a luxurious two-bedroom, two-living room, two-bathroom apartment, decorated in a simple and elegant style. Her master bedroom
was white, but the other room surprised me; it was like a giant wardrobe, overflowing with
all sorts of clothes—at least a hundred sets. I wondered why a girl needed so many clothes, but
since we weren't close, I didn't dare ask.
She wanted to change the interior to a natural wood color scheme, which was so easy—I could just copy my home's decor
here and be done. But to get to know her better, I naturally offered a whole host of suggestions and opinions.
She just listened quietly, knowing I was knowledgeable about wood, her eyes filled with trust.
Throughout, she didn't say much, and her words were concise. My motto is: the most charming women are those who don't talk much!
We talked for over an hour, and I was completely captivated by her. She wasn't tall, only about 160cm
, shorter than my 181cm, but her figure was breathtaking. Her soft, white
silk blouse accentuated her firm breasts, which I'd estimate to be a 32D. Her
shapely made my heart race. Combined with her serene, dreamlike appearance,
she was a hidden gem.
She noticed I was yawning repeatedly towards the end of our conversation and realized I hadn't slept all night. She immediately looked apologetic
and urged me to go home and sleep. I reluctantly left.
Later, I helped her draw up the construction plans and showed them to her. Unexpectedly, she was going to Los Angeles with Ms. Huang
for two weeks, which would be perfect for finishing the woodwork at her house. Just to catch a glimpse of her, I drove...
I drove her and Ms. Huang to the airport. She had a great sense of style; that day she wore a black and white outfit. It was almost winter
, yet she wore a pristine white silk top, a matching cashmere scarf casually draped over her shoulders, a black leather
mini-skirt , and mid-calf high-heeled ankle boots. Sitting in the front seat of my car, she revealed half of her shapely, snow-white thighs.
The delicate fragrance I smelled was that of a high-end French perfume, just like her—quiet and serene. My goodness, how was I supposed to drive like that? I was
completely distracted as I drove them to the airport, my eyes glued to her and her cousin as they walked into the departure hall.
On the way back, her shapely, snow-white legs kept flashing through my mind. I couldn't help but grip
the steering wheel with one hand and run the other to the leather seat in front of her. I vaguely felt the seat was still warm;
perhaps the heat from her thighs sitting on it hadn't dissipated. I remembered Ms. Huang's joke: "My cousin
, don't let her fashionable appearance fool you, she's actually very conservative. So many men pursue her, but she doesn't give them a chance. She
's as still as water , you know?
" I understood perfectly. The first day I met her, her expression was completely calm!
They were abroad for two weeks, and I frequently went to her place to personally supervise the construction work and check the quality.
One day, while helping the workers move her wardrobe, I found a large photograph inside, like a poster.
I looked closer—good heavens! That beautiful woman standing in front of the luxury car, sunglasses perched on her forehead,
wearing a black leather miniskirt and long black riding boots, her long black hair flowing freely—wasn't that Huang Shih-han? So she's
the spokesperson for a certain luxury car brand! No wonder I've been daydreaming about her ever since I first saw her. I guess I should blame myself for never watching
commercials; why is she so persistent? Those with a calm exterior probably wouldn't think much of it!
Huang Shih-han would occasionally call from abroad to ask about the renovation progress, and I would honestly report back, maintaining my image as
a helpful and upright gentleman. Of course, I didn't ask that she was actually the spokesperson for a luxury car brand.
One night, the phone rang and woke me up. I thought it probably wasn't Shih-han, because she's very polite and
would never call in the middle of the night, so I answered the phone irritably.
I said impatiently, "Hello~ who is it?"
She replied quietly, "Sorry to wake you!"
I heard her soft, gentle voice, as if she wouldn't sleep even with a knife to her throat: "Ms. Huang! I'm
not asleep, I'm still awake. What do you need me to say?"
I thought it was about the house renovation again, but she said she was in a bad mood and wanted to talk to someone. I was flattered and secretly
delighted.
I adopted a considerate and understanding attitude, saying, "Everyone has bad days. You can
treat me like a dumping ground. You can pour your troubles out to me. Don't worry, I won't tell anyone!"
She laughed on the other end of the phone. Women hate talkative men, so she told me that wherever she went,
some clueless men would try to get close to her, pestering her and annoying her.
Last night (9 PM US time, 1 PM Taiwan time), she
had . A male classmate from her cousin's university days tried to get her drunk, but she insisted on not drinking a drop, resulting in
a very unpleasant situation. The man who tried to get her drunk had been a great help to her
cousin made her very unhappy. After returning home, her cousin criticized her, which made her very upset.
She didn't sleep all night, and her cousin left early this morning without paying attention to her. Unable to sleep, she called me.
Since the beautiful woman was in trouble, I naturally offered kind words of advice, but I couldn't criticize her cousin, since they are
blood relatives after all. So, I cleverly and
subtly , which made her laugh out loud, and she spoke more naturally.
She suddenly asked, "When you men see a beautiful woman, do you all think about that?"
I pretended to be clueless, "
Yes, we all think about that." She stammered, unsure how to phrase it, "You know what I mean, right?"
I continued to pretend, "I don't understand!"
She sounded a little deflated, "You just want to...sleep with her."
I said, "Oh, that's what you mean!"
She was surprised by my direct answer, "Really? Then...are you like that too?"
I said, "Yes!"
She suddenly fell silent on the other end of the phone.
I continued, "A beautiful woman is sought after by a gentleman. The ultimate goal of a man dating a woman is definitely
to sleep !"
She said with some disappointment, "So you're the same as them!"
I said, "Then let me ask you, if one day you date a certain man, would
n't ?"
My ambiguous argument left her speechless for a moment, and the other end of the phone fell silent again.
Her voice, barely audible, finally broke through the silence: "Is doing that kind of thing really that good?"
I asked, "What do you mean?"
She became even more shy: "I mean... is it really that good for men and women to do that kind of thing? Why are people thinking about
that nowadays...? One of my close friends is like that too..."
I asked, "Is that even a question? If it's not good, why do so many people like to do it? Have you ever
done that kind of thing?"
She replied, "No!"
I seized the opportunity to press further: "You're a physiologically mature woman, don't you ever think about it?"
She timidly said, "Sometimes I do, but... I'm afraid, I'm scared..."
I asked, "Afraid of getting pregnant?"
She answered honestly, "Yes!"
I asked again, "If it's safe and won't result in pregnancy, would you want to try it?"
She hesitated for a long time before answering, "If it's the right person, I think I would!"
I pressed her closely: "Have you met the right person yet?" She
fell silent again, pausing for a moment before saying, "I don't know..."
I then said my usual line, "Once you've had the experience, I guarantee you'll want to do it every day!"
She seemed a little skeptical, "Really? I don't believe it. I heard the first time is very painful.
" Afraid of scaring her, I carefully replied, "The first time is always a little painful, but it gets very comfortable after a while!"
She asked curiously, "Really?"
I boldly said, "If you don't believe me, I'll teach you when you get back..."
She froze, "I... I don't want to..."
Afraid of scaring her, I didn't say anything more, "Okay! These things also depend on fate..."
Then I changed the subject to talk about the tedious things about her house renovation. She seemed to be listening absentmindedly,
a little disappointed that I didn't bring up sex anymore, but as a girl who had never experienced sex, she was too embarrassed to bring it up again.
We talked for a short while before abruptly ending the call.
The house was completely renovated the day before she returned. Actually, her house already had basic
renovations; I just had someone do the work on the parts she wanted to replace with solid wood, so it didn't take much effort.
Shih-Han's flight from Los Angeles to Taipei was at 9:30 PM, and I naturally went to pick
her up at Chiang Kai-shek International Airport. Unexpectedly, only she came out of the departure hall. It turned out her cousin had some business in Los Angeles, so she
came back alone, which was exactly what I wanted. What was funny was that she had so many clothes, and she was still wearing the same outfit she wore
on the day she : a silk white top, a black leather skirt, and black leather mid-calf high-heeled boots. Her shapely, smooth legs without pantyhose
were on full display, and I immediately reminded myself to concentrate on driving.
Back in Taipei, she seemed quite happy. As soon as we caught up, she kept asking me curiously about how the house looked after the renovations. I casually
answered, but of course, I couldn't resist my manly nature, occasionally stealing glances at her thighs exposed outside her leather miniskirt. On
the highway , suddenly a car swerved and cut into my lane.
She yelled, "Watch out!"
I slammed on the brakes. She wasn't wearing her seatbelt, and her body lurched forward. My right hand, which was on the automatic gearshift
, instinctively reached out to stop her. By sheer coincidence, my hand landed right between her thighs, meeting
her forward momentum. It was as if her genitals were pressed against my hand. My hand, as if blessed in a past life, landed
perfectly on her crotch, her slightly protruding vulva within my grasp, through her tight panties.
I could feel the warmth of her vulva. In that emergency, I essentially pushed her vulva
back into her seat. She gasped, whether from the danger of the car or from the
sensation of my hand touching her vulva, I couldn't tell. At the same time, my hand felt how narrow her thin silk panties were, my fingers
touching a tuft of pubic hair peeking out. My penis was already erect. She must be wearing
a thong ! I've heard models, advertisers, and celebrities all wear thongs!
After the danger passed, the car suddenly fell silent. My absent-minded hand was still on her crotch, enjoying
the warmth of her triangle area. Her face was flushed to the roots of her ears.
She timidly said, "Your hand!"
I only then came to my senses: "Ah! I'm sorry..."
When I moved my hand away from her crotch, I seemed to faintly feel that her panties were slightly damp with honey-like fluid.
I turned to look at her apologetically. She stared blankly ahead, her dreamy eyes shimmering with a thin, crystalline
luster. An outsider would think she was about to cry, but my experience told me that she was aroused after her forbidden zone was touched
.
After returning to her place and putting away her luggage, she carefully looked around the house, which still smelled of raw wood. I sat
on the sofa and watched her slowly walk back and forth in the living room. Her graceful figure, her slender waist of about 21 inches, made
her breasts, which could not be concealed by her white silk coat, look so firm. Not to mention her snow-white and shapely legs under her leather miniskirt.
I found it hard to imagine that with such features, she was still a virgin at the age of 22.
She seemed quite satisfied with the log cabin renovation I had overseen, but the embarrassing scene in the car earlier had left her
speechless. Afraid of breaking the bowl if I ate too quickly, I stood up and handed her the keys.
She said, "You're leaving."
I nodded. "Yeah! You must be tired after flying for eleven hours, get some rest!"
She said, "Wait a minute!"
She quickly went to the room, opened her suitcase, and took out a jar of American ginseng and a beautifully packaged parcel,
handing them to me.
She said, "This jar of ginseng is for you. You've gone to so much trouble for my house, so I'm giving you some nourishment
!"
She was indeed thoughtful, but she didn't understand that what I wanted wasn't ginseng.
She pointed to another beautifully packaged parcel and said, "This is what my cousin asked me to bring you. She's being so mysterious;
I don't know what it is."
I was also curious. "Shall we open it and see?"
She said, "Okay!"
I hurriedly opened the gift her cousin had given me. She curiously leaned closer, looking at me, a faint
fragrance . My erection started to stir again.
Unexpectedly, when the package was opened, it contained an inflatable doll modeled after a foreign celebrity. We were both
taken aback. I was surprised because Ms. Huang was so thoughtful and mischievous, while she was surprised because she didn't know
what it was and just stared blankly as I deliberately unfolded the crumpled doll onto the sofa.
She asked, "What's this?"
I said, "An inflatable doll!"
She exclaimed in surprise, "Ah! I've heard about these things from friends, they're for men..."
Her face flushed, and she stopped talking.
I said, "Your cousin is really funny. She probably bought one for me
to 'play' with since I don't have a girlfriend right now!"
She blushed and stared at the doll without saying a word. I deliberately started inflating it, and out of
the corner of my eye saw her seem to want to stop me, but she was also curious and shy, which made her even more alluring. Finally, the previously
crumpled doll came to life, with blonde hair, even her pubic hair was brownish-gold. I turned to look at her, and she immediately
looked away.
I said, "Ha! This is the latest inflatable doll. Just fill it with warm water, and it'll be just
like !"
She turned her head curiously and saw me pointing at the doll's vulva.
She said, "Really?"
I said, "We'll know once we boil some water and fill it in... You hold her..."
As I spoke, I handed the inflatable doll to her and went into the kitchen to boil water. She blushed and walked into the kitchen with the inflatable doll in her arms
.
She timidly asked, "Will it feel like a real person after adding hot water?"
I replied, "It should, but the feeling here (I inserted my finger into
the vagina ), I think it's far from the real thing..."
She hesitated, "Really?"
I said, "Definitely, otherwise I'd demonstrate for you!"
She thought for a moment and then said something I never expected: "Okay! If you don't mind!"
I was dumbfounded. I hadn't expected her to actually want to see it. I'd played with inflatable dolls before, but
performing in front of someone was a first for me. I felt like an idiot. Turning to look at her misty,
watery expectant eyes, I could only grit my teeth and nod. The inflatable
doll, filled with water, lay on the bed like a woman's warm body. She sat quietly
on the only small sofa in the bedroom, looking at the inflatable doll on the bed. I went to adjust the lights to the most romantic atmosphere.
She hesitated instead: "Are you really going to do it for me?"
I said: "I don't mind you watching, do you mind?"
She knew she had agreed herself, and silently lowered her eyes.
She said: "I'm just curious..."
Suddenly, an idea came to me: "But before I perform, you have to help me first!"
She was puzzled: "Help with what?"
I said: "You should know that a man's penis must be erect to penetrate a woman's vagina. If you want to watch me
have sex with her (referring to the inflatable doll), you have to help me get my penis erect!"
She was at a loss for words: "Oh..."
Before she could react, I shamelessly pulled down my pants along with my underwear. She lowered her head, not daring to look at my already
swollen frog-like penis. I slowly walked up to her. She didn't dare to look up. I took her hand and made her touch my
penis. Her body trembled slightly, and she clenched her hands tightly, refusing to open them.
I said, "You don't have to use your hands to help me, as long as you let me caress you, that counts as helping me..."
She didn't dare look at me: "You... how can this count as helping you?"
I said, "When I caress your body, I get aroused, and when I'm aroused, I can have sex with an inflatable doll!"
Actually, being inexperienced, she was quite naive. My 18-centimeter-long penis was already erect and standing
tall , but she still didn't understand the situation.
Hearing me say this, she remained silent. I slowly reached out and placed my hand on her round, smooth thigh, feeling
the muscles in her thighs, which were not wearing stockings, twitching, her two thighs pressed tightly together side by side.
I said, "If you don't let me touch you properly, how can you watch me perform with the inflatable doll?"
Perhaps intentionally, and knowing that I was using the inflatable doll as an excuse, she slowly spread her thighs apart. My
hand gently explored her inner thighs. Her face was flushed, she was breathing slightly, and her body was limp as she leaned against the sofa,
not daring to look at me. When my hand touched her vulva protruding outside her thong, I felt that the entire thong was already
soaking wet . A small tuft of pubic hair exposed outside the thong was covered with dew-like drops of honey. I pulled down the thin thong and
my fingers touched her labia. So wet, so slippery. She groaned and grabbed my hand.
She pleaded, "Don't put your fingers in, I'm scared..."
I said, "Don't worry, I won't do anything reckless..."
I pulled my hand out of her panties, and my hand, dripping with honey-like fluid, slipped inside her silk top, touching her 32D
bra. I pulled the bra open, cupped her warm, large breasts, and lightly touched her nipple with one finger. Her
areolas were large, and her nipples were erect. I'd heard that women with large areolas had a strong sex drive, and she already possessed two of
those qualities.
Under the light touch of my fingers, her nipples instantly hardened. She let out a soft cry, too afraid to move, letting me
knead and play with them. Holding her snow-white, delicate, and warm breasts in my hands felt like squeezing a warm, hot potato—it was incredibly comfortable
.
She kept her eyes tightly shut, not daring to look at me, which made it easier for me to do as I pleased. When I opened my mouth and took her nipple into my mouth, she
was startled . But as my tongue teased her erect nipple, she went limp
on the sofa like a puddle of water. At this moment, I was certain that her vagina was already overflowing with desire, but I wasn't in a hurry to touch her still-open gate
. Instead, I immediately pressed my lips to her
soft and alluring lips. Her body trembled, and I forcefully pried open her tightly clenched teeth with my tongue, sucking
on her soft tongue. I greedily sucked on the saliva in her mouth. It was so sweet and delicious. Her soft tongue dared not move, letting me suck on
it. I inhaled the hot air exhaled from her nostrils, making my penis even harder. If I didn't help it cool down soon, it might
explode.
My free hand slipped between her legs, touching a pool of wetness; her crotch was already soaked. As my fingers
caressed the soft flesh of her vulva, she groaned loudly, her lower body shyly thrusting in response. I quietly
pulled down her thong and gently lifted her black leather skirt, revealing her snow-white, slender waist, her
flat stomach, and thick pubic hair. No wonder the thong couldn't hide her exposed pubic hair; she possessed a
third characteristic: an exceptionally strong sex drive.
Good heavens! I'm so lucky! Just as I slowly parted her thighs, thinking I had succeeded, she suddenly
slammed her legs together and pushed me away.
She said, "No! We've only met a few times, no..."
I didn't dare force her at this point, because her cousin, Miss Huang, was not someone to be trifled with, so I immediately
changed course .
I said, "Why are you so nervous? I'm not going to do it with you..."
She stared at me blankly, a little incredulous: "..."
I walked to the bedside. Luckily, the water inside the inflatable doll hadn't cooled down, otherwise I would have been
having sex with an ice queen.
She stared blankly as I stroked the inflatable doll, gently parting its thighs. As I inserted my large penis
into the inflatable doll's vagina, I glanced at her. I saw her mouth slightly open, her dreamy eyes
wide open, staring at the part where my penis connected to the inflatable doll's vagina.
I pretended to ignore her and began thrusting my penis in and out of the inflatable doll's vagina. Perhaps she saw how engrossed I was
; in the romantic lighting, the inflatable doll looked almost real. Shihan, leaning against the sofa,
was forgot to put her thong back on, which I had quietly taken off. She suppressed her breathing, and I thought to myself
that the sweet juices inside her vagina must be overflowing by now.
I picked up the inflatable doll, walking and thrusting my large penis into its vagina. When I reached her,
she blushed crimson and dared not look. I took her hand and guided it to the point where my penis met the doll's vagina.
Her hand trembled as if electrocuted, yet she curiously and gently touched my penis, which had been withdrawn from her vagina. This time,
I didn't let her pull away, pulling her up from the small sofa.
I said, "You'll see more clearly if you sit on the bed and watch me have sex with her."
Perhaps because she was still wearing a short leather skirt and mid-calf black boots, although her top was a little disheveled, it was still safer than
being naked , so she obediently sat on the edge of the bed.
Seeing my plan succeed, I immediately took the inflatable doll back to the bed for another round. Actually, inserting into an inflatable doll was quite
comfortable , but since it wasn't a real person, the sensation wasn't quite there. I was worried about ejaculating,
so I only inserted my penis into the doll, feigning thrusting, without
rubbing , and managed to hold back from ejaculating.
I deliberately groaned loudly, which startled her.
She asked nervously, "What's wrong?"

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