From male escort to third-party public relations

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at the hotel, facing Kenji Yamamoto sitting on the sofa with a sullen face, I was so shocked I could barely speak. But the thought of Yi Ling's husband, with whom I had just broken up, seemed to give me a surge of strength! I quickly adjusted my thoughts, finding the most appropriate words to deal with the current crisis, because the slightest misstep would not only ruin everything, but all the bitterness and humiliation I had endured over the past few days would be for nothing! Moreover, it would cause Yi Ling to lose the deal with Panasonic, and jeopardize a nearly 300 million yuan commercial contract that was almost signed. To ensure Yi Ling's contract signing this year, whether as her special assistant or her devoted woman, I had to endure! Endure!! Endure!!

"You've been in the meeting for so long, and I just went downstairs to eat a bowl of rice noodles at the alley restaurant across the street because I was hungry. After that, there happened to be an old fortune teller on the street, who insisted on telling me a fortune, so I came back a little late. What? Are you angry now?! Can't you go down for a while? You can't be so stingy, right?..." In order to cover up my uneasiness, I hurriedly said something to Yamamoto. Lie, then calm down, put down the small bag in your hand, twist your body and walk behind the sofa, stretch out your hands, like a virtuous wife serving her man, and rub the shoulders and back of Kenji Yamamoto who is sitting on the sofa with a sullen face. This skillful kneading and massage technique is one of the compulsory lessons for every professional cowherd. The purpose is to please the ladies who are patrons, so as to get more tips! —To ensure Sister Yiling's business contract is signed as soon as possible, and to avoid being brutally abused, I have no choice but to sacrifice my looks and try my best to please this perverted Japanese man…

“Hmm, it’s nothing. What kind of fortune-telling did you do? What did the old man say?” Yamamoto asked, seemingly unconvinced, but the atmosphere had eased somewhat, and his tone had softened considerably.

“The old man said that I… I…” In my haste, I couldn’t finish my sentence, and I was so anxious that I almost broke out in a cold sweat.

“What did the old man say?” Yamamoto Kenji was determined to get to the bottom of it, as if he wanted to expose my lie on the spot.

“The old man said… said… said that I’m destined for marriage this year. He even told me to seize the opportunity to make my life’s most important event!” In my anxiety, I blurted out a bunch of nonsense. Little did I know that once the lie was out of my mouth, I would realize I'd messed up! In desperation, I had no choice but to grit my teeth and continue making things up.

"Hmm, did you say who your man is?!" Kenji Yamamoto was leaning back on the sofa, enjoying my gentle massage with his eyes closed. At this moment, she opened her cunning eyes and stared at my flushed face, as if trying to find something...

"The old man said the man I'm marrying is a very gentlemanly foreign man, not only gentle and refined, considerate and generous, but also loving and doting on me... Sigh, I know that's just the fortune teller trying to make money off me. Manny, how could you be so lucky?!" I decided to make the lie bigger, and pretended to sigh seriously;

"Is that so?" Yamamoto Kenji frowned and said; "Are you sure you're not lying to me?!"

"Believe it or not! I wouldn't have bothered telling you if you hadn't kept asking. It's so embarrassing!" I pretended to be innocent, pouting angrily, and used the excuse to sit back down on the sofa, secretly rejoicing that I had escaped another ordeal. I was quite pleased with myself; this was the benefit of reading gossip magazines and novels; I could rattle off these fabricated stories at crucial moments, and they were all perfectly plausible and flawless...

"Did the old man say what country the man you married was from?" Yamamoto's eyes lit up as he eagerly continued to ask; his expectant look was written all over his face.

"You've asked in vain. The old man said: 'Heavenly secrets cannot be revealed, otherwise they won't work.' He only told me to keep a close eye on things and I'll surely discover who my true love is..." Seeing Yamamoto Kenji's expectant and eager questioning expression, I knew he truly believed my lie, and I felt incredibly smug. The thought of escaping this place in two days and returning to Sister Yiling's side, no longer having to live such humiliating lives, made me, while still maintaining my mystique, blow another beautiful, illusory soap bubble, letting this scheming little devil dream on! With Sister Yiling by my side, protecting me in every way, I'm not afraid of anything...

"Baby, what's your relationship with Manager Yiling from your company...?" Seemingly satisfied with what I said, Yamamoto stopped asking about the fortune telling and changed the subject, as if he was eager to clarify some facts...

"Manager Yiling is my boss, and I'm her subordinate and special assistant. We're not only superior and subordinate, but also good sisters. She's the one who gave me the chance to be a woman and helped me escape my gigolo life and become a white-collar worker. She's been a great benefactor to me, and I'll repay her properly when I have the chance." Sister Yiling had revealed my personal information to Yamamoto Kenji before, and there was no way to hide it, so I simply brought it up so that he couldn't tell the difference between my truth and lies...

But what I didn't expect was that this casual remark about the fortune teller would get me into even bigger trouble. Kenji Yamamoto actually believed it and kept it in mind. Under the allure of that illusory and beautiful soap bubble, he immediately began to think about how to launch a sweet and tender offensive on me, so as to replace Sister Yiling and make me his little Japanese woman...

"Hmm! I just got home too. I had a lot of client engagements today and came back a little late. I'm sorry to have kept you waiting, darling. I'll take you to a high-class cocktail party later as compensation." Perhaps it was because I had been obedient to him these past few days? Or perhaps it was because my rambling fortune-telling gave him hope? Unable to see any flaws, Yamamoto's gloomy face finally thawed, revealing a rare smile, and his tone of voice became much gentler.

Seeing that Yamamoto had stopped speaking and was simply closing his eyes to rest and think about something, I knew the crisis had passed. I proactively brewed him a pot of green tea and poured it for him. Then, I carefully sat down, turned on the television with the remote, and turned the volume down. I obediently leaned against the Japanese man, quietly watching the program…

At this moment, Yamamoto, having regained his composure, was quickly analyzing the veracity of what the woman beside him had just said. If it was true… it would undoubtedly be a sudden stroke of good fortune for this wondrous and beautiful woman. He, with his peculiar tastes, had long coveted her and wanted to possess her, but he was at a loss for how to do so. As the saying goes, “Flies don’t bite eggs without cracks.” Aside from work, this beautiful woman lived a secluded life at home, much like a lady from ancient times. When she occasionally went out shopping, she was always accompanied by her beautiful sister, Yi Ling. Seeing the two of them together every day drove Yamamoto Kenji to the brink of madness with jealousy. Desperate, he resorted to force, threatening to refuse to sign the contract and tear it up, only then managing to coerce the strong-willed manager, Yi Ling, into having her beautiful special assistant serve him obediently for a week. But after his first encounter with her, he found it even harder to part with this stunning beauty. The thought of this beautiful woman leaving him in the next day or two, and then never seeing her again…

now, fate had presented him with such a golden opportunity; and the beautiful woman's tone seemed to have changed? Clearly, her words were loaded with hidden meanings. Could it be that she has been moved by his tenderness? Has her heart secretly turned to him?! After all, now that he is a woman, there's no point in him continuing his entanglement with his female boss, Manager Yi Ling! A relationship between a woman is destined to end badly. How can she compare to him, a dashing and handsome man? Regardless, while the beauty is still by my side these two days, I should intensify my offensive with my masculine charm. It might yield good results, and who knows, when little Manny has to choose her life partner, she might lean towards staying with this wealthy man…

Suddenly, a sweet, intoxicating feminine scent wafted around me, causing the daydreaming Yamamoto to take a deep breath. He abruptly turned around and, with a passionate "smack!" on her petal-like, tender cherry lips—which he had recently trained to be as docile and alluring as a Japanese woman—he kissed her deeply… This

sudden, deep kiss startled me, who was idly watching television! That passionate kiss, full of tenderness, almost suffocated me on the spot, leaving me breathless and flushed. Just as I was about to scold him, Yamamoto's next words surprised me greatly...

"Hmm! Manny, my darling, go take a bath later. I'll call the kimono shop and the beauty salon to have two ladies from the counters help you put on a kimono and redo your makeup. Then we'll go to the party."

"What! I have to wear a kimono again? Can't I not wear one?!" Hearing that I had to wear that gorgeous kimono again, my face immediately scrunched up, and I cried out in a pitiful voice.

"What? You don't want to wear a kimono when you go out with me?!" Hearing my words, Yamamoto immediately put on a long face and asked unhappily.

"No, it's not that. First, it's very inconvenient and troublesome to move around in that gorgeous kimono! Second, if people think Manny is a Japanese woman, I won't understand Japanese when I talk to them, and that would be so embarrassing. Besides, there are many etiquettes in your island nation that I don't know, and that would make you lose face!" To avoid being tortured inhumanely, I quickly defended myself in a coquettish voice, while not forgetting to use my life-saving flattery skills.

"Yes, that's true! Manny is right, I misunderstood you. You're indeed not very familiar with Japanese etiquette, and you don't speak Japanese either, so you need to work on your learning. Why don't you change into the silver-white evening gown you bought the other day for the banquet? After the party, I'll call your boss, Manager Yiling, tomorrow and arrange for her to come and sign the contract the day after tomorrow. At that time, I'll discuss with her giving you a chance to learn some Japanese women's daily etiquette and language." "Manny, our company's vice president is coming here for a business trip. You'll be responsible for taking care of his meals and accommodations while he's in Taiwan, and you'll also work as a tour guide. I'll pay your salary, as this is related to your company's future prospects. Manny, would you be willing to help me?" Yamamoto pulled me around, pulled me onto his lap, and made me sit sideways. Then, with one arm around my waist, he unzipped the top of my thin, smooth black sheepskin bodysuit. Since we were leaving immediately, he gently kneaded my already full and large breasts with one hand, while his other hand caressed my sexy, round buttocks, which were accentuated by the tight leather skirt, as he softly asked;

perhaps it was the fortune teller's words that I made up that aroused Yamamoto Kenji's passion?! Instead of blaming me for not wanting to wear a kimono, he pulled me onto his lap and began to tease and be affectionate with his hands all over my body, making me, who was originally trembling with fear, blush and feel so ashamed that I wanted to die…! Sitting on his lap, I was so exhausted by his movements that my limbs felt weak. I could only wrap my arms around Yamamoto's neck and bury my head in his shoulder, to the point that I couldn't hear or answer his questions...

until Yamamoto repeatedly asked me if I would like to stay and help receive their company's vice president. Snapping out of my embarrassment, I knew the gravity of the situation. I was terrified that if I lingered too long by this devil's side, who knew what might happen?! I was absolutely terrified of his ruthlessness and cruelty. I wanted to refuse him outright, but I was afraid he would turn on me and I would be in deep trouble. Having suffered so much, I really didn't dare to provoke this capricious little devil, so I could only make an excuse to Sister Yiling, saying, "Manny is an employee of Sister Yiling's company, and she has no choice in what she does! If you need anything, please contact Manager Yiling by phone, okay?" After saying that, I gently kissed the man's face with my small mouth.

"Okay! We'll talk about this tomorrow. Baby! Go take a shower and change now, and I'll call someone to do your makeup and hair later. Go on!" He gave her beautiful breasts a firm pinch, then watched with great satisfaction as this increasingly obedient and beautiful woman swayed her sexy, full [pi_gu] towards the bathroom…

After showering and drying myself and my hair, I put on a bathrobe, letting my damp, messy hair fall loose, and sat at the dressing table, letting the male and female beauticians I'd hired style my hair and give me a facial. In no time, the dressing table was piled high with all sorts of cosmetics the beauticians had brought, including toner, beauty cream, blush, lipstick, face powder, foundation, pressed powder, eyeshadow, blush, lip gloss… everything was there.

Once I was settled, the two makeup artists got to work: First, they gently massaged my face, then applied a thin layer of white liquid foundation, patting it gently until absorbed. Next, they patted loose powder evenly onto my face, then applied face powder, and finally swept the powder brush lightly from top to bottom. Next, they applied rose-red blush to my cheeks, then used a makeup brush to apply a generous amount of pink blush to both cheeks, setting the makeup with loose powder…

Following that, they drew eyeliner, shaped my eyebrows, and finally applied mascara. To make my eyelashes appear longer and thicker, the female beautician repeatedly brushed them over and over again. Because I was attending a banquet, my makeup needed to be quite heavy. The beautician used deep black eyeliner and silver eyeshadow to accentuate my sparkling, beautiful eyes. My nails were also re-manicured, with my fingernails and toenails carefully painted silver...

At the same time, the male hairstylist styled my hair, carefully arranging my long hair into an elegant updo. My jet-black hair was styled into a high, cloud-like bun and secured with a diamond-encrusted platinum hairpin. The hairstyle was simple yet refined, showcasing my long, beautiful neck and giving me an indescribable air of elegance. They placed long rhinestone earrings on my earlobes, and a dazzling diamond necklace adorned my snow-white neck. The two beauticians worked for over an hour before finally finishing my makeup and styling.

After the makeup was done, and I put on my dress, shoes, and socks, I stood before the full-length mirror, looking exceptionally radiant tonight. My evening gown was a strapless, silver-white, form-fitting dress, my high breasts standing proudly, the low-cut dress revealing a tantalizing glimpse of cleavage. One side of the dress had a high slit, exposing my thighs as I moved. Turning around, I saw that my back was almost completely bare. Below is a pair of three-inch high satin silver stilettos, with thin straps wrapped around slender calves, giving a very elegant, charming and beautiful feminine feel. I stepped out of the living room and shyly approached Kenji Yamamoto…

When Kenji Yamamoto came back to his senses from his closed-eye meditation, a stunningly beautiful and sexy woman with her hair styled in a high bun stood before him, enveloped in an intoxicating fragrance; a tight-fitting silver-white evening gown hugged her slender and tall figure, revealing her fair and rounded shoulders and arms as white as lotus roots, her high breasts instantly captivating his gaze, her slender and soft waist and round and full hips displaying the unique and beautiful curves of a woman.

The beautiful woman had delicately arched eyebrows and fluttering eyelashes. Her eyes were bright and alluring, reflecting a clear and serene light. Her gaze held a mixture of charm and shyness, a sweet innocence tinged with a captivating allure. It was impossible not to feel an irresistible urge to take her to bed and ravage her…

Knowing time was of the essence and he couldn't allow himself to commit such acts, Yamamoto suppressed his burning desire and stood up, offering a gentlemanly smile. He sincerely praised her, “Miss Manny, you are truly beautiful! Tonight you will be my pride.” He then bent slightly and, in a very gentlemanly manner, gently kissed my left hand. For a moment, my cheeks flushed red, revealing a shy and girlish demeanor, and I whispered, "Thank you!" In an instant, I was stunned by his dashing manner and gentlemanly demeanor! I then reached out my slender hand, took the man's strong arm, and walked out of the guest room, out of the elevator, and out of the hotel under the watchful eyes of everyone, and got into a car and drove away...

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car drove directly into the Dunnan upscale shopping district in Taipei's East District, and stopped in the parking lot of a Japanese-style manor with a sign that read "Tokyo Corporation Taipei Branch". As soon as the car came to a stop, two young men in Western-style suits rushed over, eagerly opened the car door for Yamamoto and me, and led us to the location of tonight's reception—the back garden. There, in front of a large Japanese-style hall, stood a red carpet. On either side of the carpet stood two rows of male and female waiters and hostesses; the men wore Western-style suits with their hands at their trouser seams, while the women wore beautiful Japanese kimonos with their hands crossed at their navels. These people were impeccably dressed, smiling and bowing frequently to the guests. It seemed these servants were specially trained. Kenji Yamamoto casually took my hand, while I nervously clung to his strong arm. Together, we entered the hall and arrived at the party venue…

Before, when I worked at a host club, I frequented nightclubs and entertainment venues with my wealthy patrons—those were all rather secluded establishments. Since being transformed into a woman by Sister Yi Ling, the first high-class entertainment venue I attended was the members-only business club on the 24th floor of the grand hotel where I first met Kenji Yamamoto, and the first time I danced with a man as a woman on a dance floor. Compared to this, the luxurious business club at the grand hotel was simply insignificant.

The decorations here are not only magnificent and luxurious, but I also heard that the wool carpets and the latest crystal chandeliers in the hall were imported from Japan. Because of opposition from mainland China, the island nation cannot establish official institutions such as ambassadors and commercial counselors in Taiwan. The "Tokyo Trading Co., Ltd. Taipei Branch" is the unofficial trade representative office of the Japanese here.

Hearing Kenji Yamamoto's explanation, I suddenly understood. No wonder the estate is so vast, and the hall is decorated not only magnificently and luxuriously, but also elegantly and tastefully. How could the wealth of a nation's ruler be compared to a hotel or business club funded by a private boss? Just by looking at the numerous well-trained waiters and hostesses working quietly and orderly, one can get a glimpse of the grandeur...

Although such luxurious banquets often appear in movies and TV shows, and I have fantasized about attending such a high-class banquet with Sister Yi Ling, filled with elegant attire, glittering jewelry, flowing gowns, red wine, and laughter, I was still shocked by the lavish spectacle when I was there with Kenji Yamamoto.

The reception was a buffet, with all the dishes and food displayed at the outer entrance of the hall, attended to by staff. Guests could sample various foods and drinks according to their preferences and appetites, while numerous waiters carried trays to the guests. The dance floor was located in the center of the hall, from which soft, beautiful music could be heard intermittently.

Since the dance had not yet started, most of the guests were gathered on the lawn, chatting, eating, or raising their glasses in toasts. Upon closer observation, I noticed that the majority of the male guests were Japanese men in suits, speaking mostly Japanese and English. Only a small portion of the female guests were Japanese women in kimonos; the rest were heavily made-up, flamboyant local women, their presence filling the air with the fragrance of their clothes and hair. Although these women were few in number, they created bursts of laughter and chatter. In contrast, the Japanese women in kimonos spoke softly and cautiously, appearing exceptionally well-behaved and careful in their actions…

I couldn't help but sigh; why such a stark contrast between women?!

But after a moment's thought, I understood; under the influence of the global financial crisis, Taiwan's fragile economy has been severely impacted, unemployment has soared, and countless male and female graduates have joined the ranks of the unemployed. In today's society, the prevailing attitude is "laughing at poverty but not at prostitution," so it's not surprising to see so many local women at the party. As for their quality... that's a matter of opinion.

I'd heard that Japanese women are generally gentle and submissive, and tonight it certainly seems to be true. All the Japanese women Yamamoto and I encountered on the lawn were humble, polite, and cautious... In contrast, the Japanese business elites were all impeccably dressed, charismatic, and talking loudly, while the Japanese women mostly smiled, meekly and obsequiously following closely behind, completely subservient to the men beside them, showing no independent thought whatsoever—it made me secretly exclaim in amazement—

"Thank goodness!" Luckily, Sister Yiling and I are both citizens of Taiwan. If I were a woman living on an island nation in the East, and fell into the hands of those Japanese men who oppress women, I would surely die young. For example, encountering a perverted man like Kenji Yamamoto…

“Kenji Yamamoto?!”—Suddenly remembering the burly, gentlemanly, and elegant Japanese man beside me—am I not currently in his grasp?! Thinking of this, I couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat! I stole a glance at the Japanese man; thankfully, he was too busy greeting people, bowing, shaking hands, and conversing politely...

"Hi, Kenji Yamamoto!" Hearing the voice, Yamamoto and I looked at the newcomer—it was a middle-aged man with a slightly dark complexion, short hair, about 1.62 meters tall, with a solid and honest appearance, somewhat resembling the famous mainland comedian Pan XX. His well-tailored suit accentuated his competence and sharpness.

"Oh! It's Hisata Okao! What a rare guest! Old classmate, when did you come to Taiwan?!" Upon recognizing a familiar face—Hisata Okao, the head office HR officer and old classmate—Yamamoto Kenji immediately shook hands and greeted him warmly.

"Just returned from a market research trip to Southeast Asia. I stopped here for a couple of days to rest before heading back home! Yamamoto-kun seems to be having a great time here!" Seeing his dashing old classmate accompanied by a beautiful young woman at a party, the short Hisata Okao was consumed with envy.

Approaching 40, he was nominally an HR officer at head office, but he had always been doing odd jobs within the company, being ordered around like a servant, living off a meager salary. Because of his unremarkable appearance and lack of connections, he had never been appreciated by his superiors for many years, thus missing out on promotions. However, due to his unwavering loyalty to the company and his reliable and diligent work, he hadn't been fired despite his lack of achievements. —Of course, no young woman had ever approached him for a date. In

stark contrast to his decades-long, lonely bachelor life, the handsome and dashing Yamamoto Kenji was never short of beautiful women around him. As the company's sales representative in Taipei, Yamamoto was like a powerful regional governor, his pockets overflowing with cash, living a life of luxury and pleasure in Taipei. Without any powerful backing, he had always only been able to covet such lucrative positions...

Hisata Okao never dreamed that his luck would turn around; it was a month ago when the group's vice president suddenly made an exception and summoned him, entrusting him with an important task: to secretly find a young woman under the pretext of investigating the Southeast Asian market. She was said to be the vice president's wife's younger sister... The vice president entrusted such an important and confidential matter to Hisata Okao alone, which showed that he had great trust in his abilities and that it was a promotion opportunity given to him by his superiors. He was well aware of the importance of this matter; success would mean promotion, failure would mean his automatic dismissal…

Unexpectedly, this trip to Southeast Asia went terribly wrong, a wake-up call for his ambitious nature. For a month, he searched every nook and cranny of Southeast Asia, but there was still no news of the Vice President's sister-in-law. He looked at the girl's beautiful figure in the photo with frustration, painfully recalling his boss's repeated requests. Finally, he decided to take a detour to the pleasant island of Taiwan to rest for a few days and take the opportunity to search for the Vice President's sister-in-law.

These past few days, the dedicated man had thoroughly explored Taipei's red-light districts, nightclubs, and secluded spots... His efforts paid off, and he actually found some clues about his wife's sister... However, as the investigation progressed, the outlook turned extremely grim. All indications suggested that the vice president's sister-in-law had reportedly gone out to sea two months ago and never returned. It was unknown whether she had drowned or been abducted. The vast ocean seemed to hold little hope. Hisako's painstaking search had come to a standstill. Because the young woman had come to Taiwan alone and no one had reported her missing, the police did not open a case. Since she was an outsider with no one to hold a grudge, the matter was shelved and left unresolved…

Once it was confirmed that the president's wife's sister had vanished into the sea, Hisata Okao almost burst into tears.

This was understandable; the promotion opportunity he had been waiting for had vanished in an instant, and all his hard work in searching for her had gone down the drain. It was difficult not to feel heartbroken. Helpless, he simply ended the search. He decided to take a plane back to Tokyo tomorrow morning to meet with his boss and report back, leaving his boss to decide his future... Feeling dejected, he heard that the trading company located here was hosting a banquet tonight for Japanese businessmen from all over Taiwan and local Taipei business elites, so he decided to stop by to relax and unwind...

Unexpectedly, on the lawn, he saw his colleague and old classmate's dashing figure with a beautiful woman. He glanced casually at the beautiful woman next to Yamamoto Kenji... and suddenly felt a flutter in his heart. He realized that the woman looked very familiar, so he looked at her more closely with surprise. He then discovered that although she looked and had a similar temperament to the woman in the photo in his pocket, her accent was very different from that of a Japanese woman. Judging from the woman's questioning gaze as she spoke to him and Yamamoto Kenji, she probably couldn't even speak Japanese! He had clearly mistaken Feng Jing for someone else…

Seeing the beautiful woman smiling and linking arms with Yamamoto, looking extremely intimate and close, Hisata Okao asked his old classmate with a touch of jealousy, "Kenji, who is this beautiful lady? Why don't you introduce her to us?"

"Ah! Excuse me, let me introduce you; Manny, this is my classmate Hisada-kun, Okao, this is my girlfriend, Ms. Manny, please get to know each other." Hearing his old classmate's reproach and knowing that I didn't speak Japanese, Kenji Yamamoto quickly introduced me and the newcomers in Chinese;

"Ms. Manny, I am Hisada Okao! It is a great honor to meet you, beautiful lady." Hisada Okao said happily in broken Chinese, and bowed gentlemanly, then extended his right hand...

"Thank you! Mr. Hisada, it is an honor to meet you as well." I smiled shyly at him with a little reserve, and also extended my small hand to lightly touch his right hand, and the two of us shook hands to get to know each other. After exchanging pleasantries with the visitors, I tactfully stepped aside, letting Kenji Yamamoto and his old classmate continue their conversation. Since I don't speak Japanese, and Okao Hisada's Chinese knowledge was extremely limited, he regretfully had to give up the opportunity to discuss me in person. This caused him to steal glances at me, nestled beside Yamamoto, while he spoke with his old classmate, making me feel extremely awkward and helpless standing next to him… Fortunately, soon after, an important figure appeared on the lawn, diverting Okao Hisada's attention. He quickly ended his conversation with Yamamoto and rushed to greet him, thus ending the embarrassing situation. Kenji Yamamoto and I then focused on enjoying the various delicious dishes and drinks...

Today, as Kenji Yamamoto's companion, I maintained a sweet smile throughout as we mingled with the guests on the lawn. Since undergoing two months of intensive training in etiquette and deportment, I've not only learned how to apply makeup morning and night, but my speech and manners have also become elegant and poised, and I'm no longer shy in social situations. Tonight, on the lawn, I smiled throughout, accompanying Kenji Yamamoto and entertaining the business associates who came to speak with him. Although I don't understand Japanese and can only say a few simple English phrases like "Sir, ... Hello! ... Thank you! ... Bye-bye!", my good manners and ladylike behavior impressed him greatly.

As night fell and the music in the hall began to play again, people on the lawn returned to the dance floor. Kenji Yamamoto and I chose a spot near the dance floor. I let out a long sigh of relief; in the dim light, I could finally end the annoying socializing and put down my almost stiff, fake smile. I sipped my coconut milk like a lady, enjoying the gentle breeze from the central air conditioning, while observing the handsome and extraordinary Kenji Yamamoto across from me with mixed feelings—if we set aside his chauvinism and Japanese identity—and of course, his penchant for sadomasochistic practices that tormented people to the point of near death! This man with thick eyebrows, large eyes, and a dashing appearance was indeed the ideal partner for women—a gentleman's demeanor, gentle manners, a tall and imposing figure, a deep and magnetic voice, flexible and versatile diplomatic skills, and the image of a successful businessman—all of these were stirring my increasingly feminine heart. Fortunately, I still have my beloved sister Yiling who dotes on me; otherwise, my soul might have been bewitched by him sooner or later… Thinking of this, I couldn't help but shudder, shook my head, and instantly came to my senses.

The lights on the dance floor flickered, and enchanting music drifted through the air. As the gentle music began, men and women paired up and danced...

At that moment, Kenji Yamamoto gave me a deep look, then stood up and said, "Manny, let's dance too!"

With a gentlemanly bow, I smiled charmingly and joined him on the dance floor. Stepping to the rhythm of the music, I swayed my hips gracefully and began to dance...

The last time I danced with Kenji Yamamoto at the business club, it was my first time dancing as a woman, and having never danced the women's steps before, I was quite embarrassed. Fortunately, Kenji Yamamoto carefully guided me, preventing a complete humiliation. Afterwards, to lay the foundation for future social interactions, Sister Yiling planned to send me to a dance training class to learn the women's steps. After that, every now and then she would take me to nightclubs to dance. Of course, Sister Yiling was dressed as a man in a suit and tie, while I, as her dance partner, wore a flamboyant and beautiful dress and danced gracefully on the dance floor. The two of us often danced until late at night...

Under the changing lights, Kenji Yamamoto embraced my soft body, our fingers intertwined. His left hand was around my waist, and my right hand was on his shoulder. My feet, clad in three-inch stilettos, moved nimbly, stepping to the rhythm of the music, my body swaying lightly. Hard work pays off. After professional training in a dance class, my light dance steps now perfectly suited my current identity as a woman. Gradually, the two of them developed a remarkable chemistry on the dance floor. Yamamoto quickly noticed this, his strong arms encircling my waist as he leaned close to my cheek and whispered, "Manny, you did a fantastic job today. You're such a sweetheart!" As he spoke, his intoxicating masculine scent filled my nostrils.

With the beautiful music playing, a gentle emotion welled up within me, and I replied emotionally, "Thank you!" I leaned softly against his broad shoulders, which felt so strong and solid—a completely different feeling from the sensual embrace of Sister Yi Ling, who was dressed in a masculine outfit. At that moment, my female hormones seemed to surge and boil. I felt weak and powerless, clinging to Kenji Yamamoto, almost collapsing into his arms. Only when the music ended and the party was over did Yamamoto escort my limp body back to their seats…

My outstanding performance that night not only broadened Kenji Yamamoto's horizons but also captivated him with my tenderness. Throughout the entire dance, he remained entangled by my side. He neither danced with other women nor allowed any other men to invite me; we danced together from beginning to end…

Tonight, we, a handsome man and a beautiful woman, dancing gracefully on the dance floor, were completely unaware that someone was secretly taking pictures of them with a mobile phone. That very evening, a video of my beautiful face was sent back to the Vice President's home in Tokyo. The Vice President, anxiously awaiting news, was overjoyed upon seeing my long-lost beauty and familiar, slender figure. However, after hearing Hisata Okao's concise investigation report, which pointed out that there was evidence suggesting his sister-in-law might have perished in a shipwreck while residing in Taiwan, and that the woman was a local resident… and so on, to appease his ailing wife who longed for her sister… the Vice President immediately decided that Hisata Okao, no matter what, must quickly train the Taipei girl who resembled his sister-in-law to become a Japanese woman, and if necessary, temporarily bring her back to Tokyo as his wife's sister to comfort his sick wife!

...As the radio waves traveled back and forth, taking advantage of President Fu's visit to Taiwan for an inspection tour, a conspiracy known as the "Peach-for-Plum Project" quickly took shape...

And the lustful Kenji, eager to quickly transform me into a Japanese woman and make me his concubine, urgently needed his old classmate, Okao Hisada, for advice and assistance. This was nothing short of a godsend for Okao Hisada, who was already fretting over how to quickly implement the "Peach-for-Plum Project." Perhaps it was fate! Being naive and unaware of the dangers of the world, I was completely oblivious to the fact that a plan to completely change my identity was about to quietly unfold around me...

Back in my hotel room, I made Yamamoto a cup of strong coffee and let him enjoy it while I obediently took a shower, washing away the makeup on my face and the fatigue on my body. After drying off the water droplets, I put on a light pink gauze nightgown and walked out of the living room feeling refreshed. Then, blushing slightly, I said to Yamamoto, "I've finished showering! You should go take a shower and rest too." Thinking that Sister Yiling was signing this year's business contract tomorrow, I tried my best to be incredibly tender tonight, satisfying Yamamoto Kenji while creating a good atmosphere for Sister Yiling's successful signing…

"Good baby, you must be tired too! Lie down and rest for a while, I'll be right there," Yamamoto said gently, unusually so.

"Mmm!" I replied softly; in the blink of an eye, exhaustion overwhelmed me, and I quickly drifted off to sleep…

When Yamamoto came out of the shower, he found that Xiaomanni was curled up asleep on the bed like a beautiful Persian cat. Yamamoto Kenji, who had originally planned to continue his passionate night with her, suddenly remembered what the little woman had said during the day—that the man he was going to marry was a very gentlemanly foreign man, not only gentle and refined, considerate and generous, but also loving and doting on him… After weighing it for a while, he decided to change his mind. He suppressed his desires and only gave her a light kiss on her alluring red lips before going to the next room to make a phone call to Hisata Okao. Then he quietly went downstairs to the coffee shop to wait for his old classmate to come and discuss how to keep Xiaomanni—this little woman who was about to leave him—from leaving. Of course, it would be best to keep her by his side long-term, or even take her back to the island nation and transform her into a submissive and obedient Japanese wife—thinking of this, Kenji Yamamoto's eyes lit up...

3

"Yamamoto-kun, calling your old classmate in the middle of the night, it's not just to invite me for coffee, is it?" After receiving the instructions from Tokyo, Okao Hisada, who had been unable to sleep for a long time, rushed over after receiving Kenji Yamamoto's call. After sitting down and taking a sip of the rich coffee, he took the initiative to ask his old classmate Yamamoto the purpose of inviting him out tonight.

"Whether at school or at work, Mr. Hisada's resourcefulness and helpful nature have long been admired by Yamamoto. Now, I have a matter that I cannot decide, and tonight I have asked my old classmate to help me find a solution." Although it is difficult to talk to outsiders about such a purely personal matter, there is no one else to consult in this urgent situation. As the saying goes, "Two heads are better than one." In desperation, Yamamoto remembered Hisada Okao, the short and stout old classmate and colleague he had met at the party that evening!

"Old classmate, if you need anything, Okao will definitely help. Please tell me, Yamamoto-kun!" Okao Hisada said sincerely.

"It's like this; a woman I've admired for a long time but can't have, I forcibly borrowed from her boss—who is also her lesbian lover—to be my girlfriend through drastic means, and she's due to be returned to her boss tomorrow. But after spending these past few days with her, I find myself even more unable to leave her. And when she came back from the fortune teller today, she hinted that she already has feelings for me, and we might get married." This arrogant guy Yamamoto took my life-saving lie as the truth and indulged in his wishful thinking, daydreaming as he spoke.

"Isn't it wonderful to have won the favor of a beauty? What's troubling you, Yamamoto-kun?!" Hisada asked in surprise.

"The problem is that she's leaving me tomorrow to go back to her lover, and it will be difficult to see her afterward," Yamamoto said dejectedly.

"Then find a reason to keep her by your side," Hisada Okao said decisively.

"That's why I'm asking you for advice, old classmate!" Yamamoto Kenji said helplessly.

Hisada Okao pondered for a while before speaking seriously to Yamamoto. "If there's a chance to achieve your wish, old classmate, would you like Miss Manny to continue being your happy lover, or to become the gentle wife you've always dreamed of? Please give me a clear answer so I can devise a plan for you."

"So what if she's just a casual fling? What if she becomes my wife?!" Yamamoto humbly asked his old classmate for advice, a rare occurrence.

"Yamamoto-kun, a short-term fling doesn't cost much and carries no emotional burden. But to make her my wife, initial investment is necessary, and even more emotional investment is required. So please think it over carefully. Now there's a great opportunity to fulfill your wish," Hisada said.

"What opportunity?"

"Mr. Yamamoto, you could take advantage of President Fu's visit to Taiwan next month to use a combination of carrot and stick tactics to blackmail Miss Manny's boss. I believe keeping Miss Manny around for a while would be no problem. If you want to transform Miss Manny into a Japanese woman according to your wishes, there's a 'Taipei Oriental Women's Japanese Etiquette Crash Course' here. I've heard their teaching methods are very scientific and effective. As long as Mr. Yamamoto is willing to spend the money and time, it won't be a problem. After Mr. Yamamoto registers his marriage, my brother will help with his wife's household registration at the Tokyo Police Department, so I believe naturalization won't be a problem..." After offering his advice, Hisako Okao subtly changed the subject, saying, "But, how will Mr. Yamamoto thank me after it's all done?"

"Well... once it's done, I'll definitely thank my old classmate handsomely." Yamamoto Kenji was overjoyed, repeatedly thanking his short old classmate and colleague! With Hisata Okao's ulterior motives pushing things along, the two discussed for a long time, until dawn broke, before finalizing the plan. This further solidified Yamamoto Kenji's determination to transform me into a Japanese woman, and accelerated its implementation... Only then, with things taking a turn for the better, did Hisata Okao have the heart to appreciate the beautiful sunrise over Taipei.

The next morning, I woke up to find the room filled with sunlight. I rubbed my eyes, stretched out my arms on the bed, and moved my numb arm from sleeping on my side. Ever since I developed a pair of large breasts, the weight on my chest has become unbearable, and I've switched from sleeping on my back to sleeping on my side. It's common for my arms to go numb from sleeping too long, so the first thing I do upon waking, besides opening my eyes, is to stretch my arms—which often wakes my sleeping husband beside me—causing strong dissatisfaction and protests from Sister Yiling! —

"Huh! Where is he?" Suddenly surprised to find myself alone in bed, and Yamamoto not in the bedroom, I muttered to myself, somewhat astonished; "Has this pervert changed his ways?!" Seeing that my body was clean and dry, and my pink chiffon nightgown was intact, all signs indicated that I hadn't been violated last night. Had Yamamoto reformed and let me go?! Or was he trying to leave a good impression on me and Sister Yiling as we were about to go home? Truly, "To err is human, to forgive divine!"—I thought that guy Yamamoto would exhaust himself all night before handing me back to Yi Ling's husband, but I didn't expect him to let me off so easily!—While I was grumbling to myself, I still had to quickly get up, wash, dress, and get ready. It would be too embarrassing if Sister Yi Ling saw me with my disheveled hair! Being

in a good mood made my actions much faster. I put my hair up in a bun and put on two thin chain earrings—the first ones Sister Yi Ling bought for me, and now that I was going home, of course I had to wear them. "A woman dresses up for the one who pleases her," right? I was just thinking about what to wear when I went home; apart from the gorgeous kimono, there were a few floor-length evening gowns with long skirts that showed off the chest and back, and the rest were all translucent and sexy dresses. In desperation, I had no choice but to pick up the black soft sheepskin top and tight leather skirt I wore when I sneaked out to see Sister Yi Ling

and put them on. The black fishnet stockings tightly wrapped my slender and shapely legs, and my slim feet were still wearing the two and a half inch black stiletto heels... I looked in the mirror and pulled the black soft sheepskin top and tight leather skirt up and down. Everything fit me so well. Um! Finally done! Just as I was about to step out of the bedroom… suddenly, I stared strangely at the young woman in the dressing mirror; her figure was so shapely and curvaceous, her clothes so sexy and avant-garde. Wearing a tight-fitting black soft leather outfit, she displayed a hot, curvaceous figure like a pole dancer performing in a nightclub—in an instant, eyes wide and mouth agape, I was stunned; my God! My figure is getting more and more attractive! …

Composing myself, I finally took elegant steps, swaying my alluring figure, leaving a whiff of intoxicating fragrance, and appeared fiery in the living room. Now, I can only patiently sit here and wait for Sister Yiling to finish signing the contract and then pick me up to go home! Haha…

The thought of soon escaping this cage and going home with Sister Yiling to live happily ever after finally overwhelmed me with joy. I forgot to check if anyone was in the study next to the bedroom. Seeing the door closed, the careless me, carried away, went to the living room and, without any instruction, imitated the Seventh Fairy from the movie "The Fairy Couple," happily drawing out a long, sweet voice as I called out, "Come in!" "—Husband! Let's go home!"

Then she hummed the lyrics of the popular Huangmei opera song "Husband and Wife Returning Home Together," and, relying on her years of stage performance experience as the arts committee member in middle school, she vividly imitated the movements and singing style of the Seven Fairies, entertaining herself with a song and dance... For a moment, the living room was filled with her joyful yet slightly bittersweet singing;

the birds in the trees were in pairs... The green waters and clear mountains smiled...
From now on, no more suffering from that enslavement... Husband and wife returning home together...
You and I are like mandarin ducks, flying wing to wing in the world! ...

And so, lost in my dream of going home, I hummed the lyrics of the popular Huangmei opera "Husband and Wife Returning Home Together" over and over again, showing off various poses. For a moment, I even forgot that there was a camera installed in the living room! —My smug look had already been seen and recorded by some people—

In the study next door, Yamamoto and Ms. Yi Ling were signing and stamping their respective companies' contracts for this year. After they had each put away their contracts, Kenji Yamamoto took out a bottle of red wine and poured it into two glasses. The two men clinked their glasses together happily.

"Ms. Yi Ling, I wish us a pleasant collaboration, cheers!" Kenji Yamamoto raised his glass to congratulate Ms. Yi Ling.

"Hehe! Mr. Yamamoto, I wish us a pleasant collaboration, cheers!" Ms. Yi Ling drank her glass of red wine heartily, wiped the wine from the corner of her mouth with a tissue, and sat back down in the chair opposite Kenji Yamamoto in a good mood.

A large desk separated the two, with a 27-inch computer monitor facing the host. "Ms. Yi Ling, I have some confidential news and excellent advice to offer! Would you be interested in hearing it and considering it?" Yamamoto Kenji glanced at the young woman on the screen, then leisurely turned to face the beautiful and shrewd face of the powerful businesswoman, Ms. Yi Ling, and smiled.

"Thank you! Mr. Yamamoto, if you have any good news or suggestions, please be frank and let's see if we can have an opportunity to improve our cooperation." —There's no such thing as a free lunch—As a department manager of a listed company, Ms. Yi Ling knew the intricacies of the situation well and simply stated her position.

"Good! Miss Yi Ling truly lives up to her reputation as a heroine, speaking so frankly! I, Yamamoto, enjoy dealing with people like you the most." Yamamoto Kenji glanced again at the small woman in the sexy black leather outfit on the computer screen, noticing her cautiously looking around with a furtive expression. This made Yamamoto frown; "What exactly does this little woman want?!"

Fortunately, the answer quickly appeared on the screen—the little Manny on the screen began to happily sing and dance in the living room, performing the Seventh Fairy from the movie "The Fairy Couple," but her self-indulgent and self-amusing expression was quite amusing—only then did Yamamoto come to his senses, allowing the conversation to continue;

"Here's the thing, I received a notification last night that our company's vice president will be visiting Southeast Asia next month to investigate the market and will also be visiting Taiwan for business purposes. He wants to select a capable large company in Taipei as the exclusive distributor for this product. At that time, I will strongly recommend your company as the exclusive distributor. Of course, after the deal is done, I will also strive to regain the position of sales manager at the Tokyo headquarters. Isn't that good news, Ms. Yi Ling?" After saying this, Kenji Yamamoto smiled and looked at the shrewd female manager opposite him.

"Yes, this is really good news for my company. Thank you, Mr. Yamamoto!" The female manager smiled at her business partner, giving the shrewd and capable Japanese man in front of her a strange look. He seemed a little absent-minded, occasionally staring blankly at the computer screen on the desk, the small speaker connected to the computer audio playing a monotonous Huangmei opera tune... Ha! She almost mistook him for watching porn while talking to her!

"Well! What are the conditions?" The female manager politely asked the somewhat arrogant Japanese man to continue.

"Here's the thing," Yamamoto cleared his throat and continued, "I'd like to ask Miss Manny to take care of our Vice President's meals and accommodations in Taiwan, and to act as his tour guide, until he returns home after his business trip next month. What do you think?! My terms of return are: I will strongly recommend Miss Yiling's company as the exclusive distributor of this product in Taiwan, with Miss Yiling as the exclusive agent. And I'm willing to sign a business contract with you for next year based on today's agreement as a token of my goodwill." Seizing the opportune moment after the signing of the contract, he timely presented the terms that Hisata Okao had planned;—as for whether he could secretly achieve his goals later? "We'll deal with it when the time comes—"

4

"What?! Making Manny stay here for another month as a condition?!" Although she didn't know what Kenji Yamamoto was up to, the thought of Manny sneaking out to meet her two days ago, her eyes red and swollen with tears streaming down her face, even though she hadn't told her anything, was enough for this female manager to understand the inhuman abuse her precious Manny had suffered during this time. She and Manny had to endure this for the sake of signing this year's 300 million yuan business contract, and only after the contract was signed could they find a way to take revenge on that perverted tyrant. Unexpectedly, no sooner had this year's contract been signed than her little Manny returned to her side, and Yamamoto Kenji, taking advantage of the Panasonic Electric Works Group Vice President's upcoming visit to Taiwan next month to inspect distributors, used the opportunity to threaten and entice her by proposing to borrow her little Manny for another month as payment for recommending their company to become the sole distributor of Panasonic Electric Works products in Taiwan—this was truly infuriating—and

her strong-willed nature almost made her jump up and explode! However, her good education and years of business experience did not prevent her from storming off. Calmly, she quickly regained her composure and, using her years of accumulated business experience and wisdom, considered the possibility and risks of Yamamoto's proposed renewed cooperation.

Undeniably, she was a woman, with emotions, desires, and her own loves. But she was also a businesswoman, and everything she did was based on maximizing economic interests. Moreover, the business contract she had just signed today might still have unforeseen risks and changes. Offending this little Japanese devil might ruin everything, and the contract she had secured could immediately be voided! That would mean losing her job, let alone protecting her beloved son! After weighing the pros and cons carefully, she had no choice but to temporarily part ways with Xiao Manni, thankfully only for a month. Besides, she could sign a contract for next year soon. Furthermore, if Yamamoto could successfully recommend their company as the product's general distributor, her sweet love with Xiao Manni would have a long future ahead! ...These were the only thoughts that Manager Yi Ling could have at the moment.

"Mr. Yamamoto's proposal has great commercial value. If we can ensure that my company becomes the general distributor, I would be happy for Ms. Manny to continue working for Mr. Yamamoto for another month. However, given the differences in customs and traditions among different ethnic groups, I am worried that Ms. Manny might not be able to serve President Fu properly, and might end up 'trying to draw a tiger but ending up with a dog'! It would be a small matter if my company fails to become the general distributor, but it would be a sin if it delayed Mr. Yamamoto's promotion back home. In addition, I must also ask for Ms. Manny's personal opinion, because ultimately it is she who will be working hard! If she is unwilling, I will have to regretfully give up." After some thought, her expression shifting several times, the female manager finally nodded in agreement.

"Hehe! Of course! I know Miss Yiling is considerate of her subordinates. As for whether Miss Manny is willing to continue staying here to assist me, please rest assured, Miss Yiling! Miss Manny and I have always had a very pleasant working relationship!" Yamamoto Kenji said cheerfully.

"Hehe! Really? Then I'm relieved!" The strong woman smiled sweetly on the surface, but thinking of Manny's pitiful appearance and the scars on her body, Sister Yiling inwardly sneered, cursing bitterly, "You little devil, wait until you fall into my hands, you'll suffer!"

"Mr. Yamamoto, to ensure the success of this collaboration, there's something I must remind you of; Miss Manny is a relatively new woman, and she's not yet familiar with many of the etiquette and rules for women. Furthermore, she lacks knowledge of your country's customs. I hope this won't spoil your company's president's enjoyable vacation in Taiwan!" Suppressing her inner resentment, the female manager rationally reminded him again.

"Don't worry, Ms. Yiling," Yamamoto Kenji said confidently, "as long as you clearly explain our intentions for this collaboration to Miss Manny, she can stay here with peace of mind. I will have someone teach little Manny our Japanese etiquette and language as quickly as possible. With Miss Manny's intelligence and quick wit, I think she'll learn it without difficulty!"

"Hehe! Really? With such a tight schedule, can little Manny really learn all these manners and languages? I remember this little girl being quite slow-witted!" Thinking about the rushed learning of Japanese languages and etiquette under such tight time, Manager Yi Ling was genuinely worried for little Manny.

"Hehe! As far as I know, Miss Manny is very well-behaved and obedient, with a particularly strong ability to understand. Otherwise, she wouldn't be Miss Yi Ling's capable assistant. Look! Her singing and dancing are really hilarious. Haha!" In the study, seeing that the female manager, Miss Yi Ling, had finally reached an agreement with him, Kenji Yamamoto, in a joyful mood, moved the computer screen on the desk 90 degrees so that the female manager could also share in the comical scene of singing and dancing, and turned up the volume. In the study, the two of them enjoyed listening to a cheerful Huangmei Opera tune sung by a young woman.

Upon first seeing the image of Xiao Manni, dressed in a sexy black leather outfit, singing and dancing on the monitor, Sister Yi Ling couldn't help but curse inwardly; "Damn it, what a slut who's lost all sense of security! I used to pamper you so much. Just wait until I get home and see how your husband deals with you!" But despite her curses and resentment, she had to pretend to be nonchalant and cheerfully continue watching with Yamamoto...

However, as she watched... as she watched, this shrewd female manager suddenly realized that her Xiao Manni was secretly missing her, especially when she recited that self-composed line—"Husband! Let's go home!"—a hint of anxiety and longing was hidden in her voice. This immediately improved her mood, and a wave of tenderness welled up in her heart. "Hmm! It seems this little girl isn't an ungrateful wretch after all; she's always thinking of her husband. Hehe!" Yi Ling's husband immediately regained his good mood, glancing at Yamamoto Kenji with a hint of pride, and then happily listened to the lyrics: "...No longer suffering the torment of slavery... Husband and wife return home together..." With her inner knot untied, the clever female manager Yi Ling could easily understand how anxious her precious little Manny was—longing to return home and reunite with her... Alas! But one problem after another!

The news and suggestions brought by Kenji Yamamoto today were indeed very tempting. Just imagine; if one could become the sole distributor of Panasonic Electric Works in Taiwan, not only would one be free from Yamamoto's control, but the long-term, substantial profits would be incredibly enticing!

However, taking Xiaomanni away from her would come at a much higher price! —But compared to the long-term, substantial profits, the difference is far greater. The shrewd female manager clearly understood the priorities!

Undeniably, Xiao Manni is currently her favorite. At work, as a special business assistant, I spend my time in the office doing some clerical work, dressing up beautifully like a flower and sitting at my desk, just for my female boss to admire during her breaks... The reason is simple: the beautiful Xiao Manni was originally a gigolo, but after being transformed into a pretty lesbian by her, she has become an indispensable, gentle woman by her side... Now, during her

free time in the office, when she sees Xiao Manni appearing before her, exuding a fragrant aroma and dressed to the nines, she is offered a cup of sweet coffee filled with love. While she savored her rich, sweet coffee, he would obediently massage her shoulders and back like a dutiful wife. When the mood struck, they could lock the office door, draw the blinds, and enjoy a passionate encounter...

Every day after work, Xiao Manni was not only her personal maid who took care of her daily needs, but also her sexual partner in bed. After a long period of transformation and careful training, my originally timid and introverted personality had become increasingly weak and docile, always following her lead, and she secretly regarded the handsome young man as her future life partner...

And now, the news and suggestions brought by Yamamoto Kenji undoubtedly contained enormous business opportunities and wealth for this shrewd businesswoman. However, she also understood the age-old truth: "You can't have your cake and eat it too."

—Without sacrifice, there is no great gain—

"You can't catch a wolf without risking your cub! Little Manny, for our happy future, I, your husband, will have to make this difficult for now! Fortunately, we'll only be apart for a month or so." After pondering for a long time and weighing the options carefully, Manager Yi Ling finally nodded in agreement to Kenji Yamamoto's request, saying,

"Mr. Yamamoto, given your sincerity and suggestions, which are beneficial to the further development of our cooperation, and for the sake of our long-term friendly collaboration, I agree to allow Little Manny to continue to stay here and assist you until your company's president's inspection tour in Taiwan concludes!"

"Hehe! Manager Yi Ling truly lives up to her reputation as a remarkable woman and a powerful figure in the business world. It's been a pleasure working with you. Then it's settled!" Yamamoto Kenji said with a very gentlemanly smile. "

Then, shall we both enter into a written agreement on this matter?!" The shrewd female manager seized the opportunity to put things into practice. These days, empty words are useless; everything must be based on written documents.

"Manager Yi Ling is indeed a straightforward person. Let's do it this way!" Yamamoto Kenji readily took out a pre-prepared agreement from his desk drawer and handed it to his business partner, Ms. Yi Ling.

—Agreement—

In view of the potential for further development of cooperation between both parties, and for the sake of our long-term friendly cooperation, the following agreement is reached: Ms. Manny will continue to assist Mr. Yamamoto for one month. During this period, Ms. Manny must unconditionally obey Mr. Yamamoto's work arrangements and instructions until the Vice President of the Group concludes his inspection tour in Taiwan! Upon completion of the term, Mr. Yamamoto will be responsible for strongly recommending Ms. Yiling's company to the Vice President, as the general distributor of Panasonic motor products in Taiwan, with Ms. Yiling as the legal general agent… Furthermore, during Ms. Manny's assistance to Mr. Yamamoto, all bonuses and salaries will be paid by Mr. Yamamoto. Upon completion of the agreement, both parties respect Ms. Manny's personal wishes and are free to choose whether to stay or leave. No interference is permitted!

On [Date]

, Party A: Representative of Panasonic Electric Works in Taiwan, Kenji Yamamoto [Signature]

Party B: Representative of Taipei [Company Name], Manager Yi Ling [Signature]

Seeing Kenji Yamamoto quickly pull out a pre-prepared agreement from his desk drawer, Manager Yi Ling was secretly alarmed. This was clearly something the other party had planned long ago. What kind of sinister plot was hidden within?! Unaware of her own predicament, the seasoned businesswoman inwardly sneered and fell silent, carefully reviewing each clause of the agreement. Aside from the last clause, which raised some questions, she found nothing amiss…

“Mr. Yamamoto, the agreement generally meets the interests of both parties. However, there is something unclear about the last clause. Could you please explain? – Once the matter is settled, both parties respect Ms. Manny’s personal wishes and are free to choose whether to stay or leave, and neither party shall interfere!” This shrewd businesswoman knew the importance of careful writing; a contract with doubts should never be signed, lest one lose everything, both money and relationships.

"Hehe! Manager Yi Ling, you're overthinking it. We've worked together for many years, don't you understand my chivalrous and magnanimous nature?! Imagine; if our mutual interests are perfectly resolved, and Miss Manny and our company's president have spent so much time together that she's developed feelings for the Japanese people but doesn't want to leave, then we're simply giving her a chance to pursue her personal happiness. Her decision to stay or leave is entirely up to her, and I will not interfere. I greatly admire Miss Yi Ling's concern for her subordinates. Surely you don't have that much faith in Miss Manny?!" Yamamoto Kenji explained eloquently, finally smiling as he asked the female manager a question.

"Hehe! If little Manny can win the favor of your company's vice president, that's a blessing she earned in her past life. I'd be too busy wishing her well to stop her! Since Mr. Yamamoto has been so kind, how could I, Yiling, possibly refuse your good intentions? Mr. Yamamoto, you flatter me." The female manager replied with a smile; however, a pang of heartache shot through her mind when she saw little Manny crying like a baby at the coffee shop a few days ago, and the faint traces of her wounds. Then she thought of how little Manny clung to her and tried so hard to please her when they were together…

Thinking of this, Yi Ling's husband couldn't help but smile with renewed confidence. "I never thought this little woman would care so deeply about me. Well then! After this matter is over, I'll give her a proper title and officially marry her as my wife. It'll be my compensation for her sacrificing her freedom this time!" After careful consideration, the female manager no longer hesitated. With a flourish of her wrist, she signed her name on the agreement with an air of elegance.

"Mr. Yamamoto, we've both signed the agreement, so the matter is settled. However, Xiaomanni still needs to come back to the company with me. Because this time she'll be away from her post for a longer period, there are some handover procedures to complete. Besides, this contract signing is directly related to her personally, so I need to reassure her and make her feel more at ease staying here to represent our company and assist Mr. Yamamoto in his work. I want your company's president to feel at home during his inspection tour in Taiwan." The pretty female manager spoke these high-sounding words while secretly plotting how to get me to resign from that job at the host club. After all, Xiaomanni already belonged to her, so why waste money on hourly rates every month?! This matter must be resolved swiftly and decisively—once and for all!

"Hehe! Little Manny is so lucky to have such a wise and capable boss. It's decided then! Ms. Yiling, let's go downstairs for a couple of drinks later to wish this cooperation a success!" After carefully locking the signed agreement and two annual contracts back in his desk drawer, Yamamoto Kenji, in a cheerful mood, extended a friendly invitation to Manager Yiling.

"Thank you for your kind offer, Mr. Yamamoto, but the company is quite busy today, and Ms. Manny has many matters to attend to during the handover process. I won't bother you any longer. Let's celebrate another day. Goodbye!" Thinking of quickly returning to her warm love nest and enjoying the gentle and considerate service of her little Manny, the pretty female manager didn't want to wait a minute longer. With the matter settled, both parties got up and pushed open the door, each with their own unique feelings, to meet the beautiful woman who had been waiting anxiously in the living room for a long time—Chen Manni—

5

"Ah! Sister Yiling, when did you arrive? You didn't even tell Manni, I thought you had forgotten about me!" Upon seeing Sister Yiling, whom I had been waiting for so long, appear in front of me, I was overjoyed, like a swallow flying into someone's arms, as if I had found a support and backbone. Just as I was about to open my mouth and call her "husband" in a coquettish voice, I noticed a sharp glint in the eyes of Yamamoto Kenji, who had a fake smile on his face behind Sister Yiling. To avoid overly provoking this little devil, I immediately changed my words and sweetly called out "Sister Yiling!" and then snuggled into her arms.

"Hehe! Your sister Yiling may forget anyone, but she can't forget my little Manny. Tsk tsk, so fragrant!" Feeling my fiery passion and utter dependence, "husband" Yiling embraced the hot, fragrant body that was throwing itself into her arms, and couldn't help but kiss the tender, flower-petal-like red lips in front of her. The sweet sensation went straight to her heart and soul, making her almost forget the little Japanese pervert Kenji Yamamoto standing right next to her, lurking and eyeing her. Suppressing the urge for further intimacy, she reached out and patted the sexy, rounded buttocks tightly wrapped in a black soft leather skirt, gently pushing away the hot, soft body without making a sound. With a smug smile, she said to Kenji Yamamoto, "This little girl is getting more and more charming and coquettish. I'm sorry to have made you laugh, Mr. Yamamoto!"

"Not at all! Not at all! Miss Manny is a woman of true character, and that's exactly how she should be. For a boss to be so beloved and missed by her subordinates shows how well Manager Yi Ling has trained her. I, Yamamoto, will certainly learn more from Miss Yi Ling in this regard in the future," Kenji Yamamoto said politely with a smile.

"Ah! Mr. Yamamoto, I'm so sorry! Manny hasn't seen Sister Yiling for several days, and I got so excited when I saw her that I forgot myself. Please forgive my rudeness, Mr. Yamamoto!" I poked my head out from Sister Yiling's soft embrace, playfully stuck out my little tongue, and said to Kenji Yamamoto with a blushing face;

"Hehe! Miss Manny's innocent and lively appearance is as radiant as cherry blossoms in March. She's so adorable! I sincerely hope to see your smiling face often!" Kenji Yamamoto praised the beautiful girl before him—a woman who had completely transformed from a man into a stunningly beautiful woman—with a gentle smile on his face and a soft yet sharp gaze that remained firmly fixed on my blushing face, unwilling to leave... In

that instant when our eyes met, I seemed to read a persistent love and a strong possessiveness in Kenji Yamamoto's sparkling eyes! "Oh no, this little Japanese guy seems serious!" In these past few days of living like a tiger feeding on its wounds, I've discovered a terrifying stubbornness hidden beneath the volatile and unpredictable nature of this perverted tyrant, Kenji Yamamoto!

A couple of days ago, to cover up my secret meeting with Sister Yiling, in a moment of panic, I blurted out a fabricated story about a fortune teller predicting my marriage. As the saying goes, "What is said without intention may be taken to heart." — I never imagined that while the lie could temporarily calm this capricious tyrant and avert the immediate crisis, it also pushed me into an even greater potential danger…

As my little brain sensed the approaching crisis, I couldn't help but feel sorry for myself; "Little Manny, why didn't you just say something to appease this devil?! Instead, you had to fabricate something about a fortune teller!" "I let that little Japanese guy have illusions, mistakenly believing he genuinely wanted to be his little woman! Look, now it's hard to clean up the mess!!!" I lamented to myself, my face flushed, as I reluctantly struggled out of Yi Ling's husband's soft embrace. Unexpectedly, my high heels slipped on the floor, and before I could even cry out, the man and woman beside me reached out and caught me, otherwise I would have fallen flat on my face...

On one side were concerned, beautiful eyes and a familiar scent; on the other, a burning gaze and a domineering masculine aura, leaving my heart in turmoil. "Looks like things aren't going to be easy from now on!" Avoiding Yamamoto's fiery gaze, I naturally snuggled up to Yi Ling's husband and whispered, "Yi Ling, has this year's business contract been signed yet?!"

"Hehe! It's good that you, little Manny, haven't forgotten. Mr. Yamamoto and I have not only signed this year's business contract, but also next year's. My darling!" Hearing my concern for her business, Yi Ling's husband replied cheerfully. However, when he thought of the other agreement he had just signed, his mood immediately darkened. In order to obtain greater business benefits, he did not hesitate to let the beautiful woman in front of him devote herself to this lecherous man, Yamamoto, for a whole month. She often used all kinds of seduction tactics without hesitation to achieve her goals. For some reason, she felt uneasy this time, as if she were about to lose something important...

She shook her head and secretly reviewed the details of the agreement again, but found no loopholes. Reassured, she smiled and said to Kenji Yamamoto, "Mr. Yamamoto, if there's nothing else, we'll take our leave. Manny and I still have many things to take care of!"

"Hmm! Alright! This is Ms. Manny's reward for the past few days, take it!" Kenji Yamamoto handed a completed cash check to Manager Yi Ling, who then casually tossed it to little Manny beside him.

"Wow! Mr. Yamamoto, thank you for signing next year's contract with our company. Tens of thousands of New Taiwan Dollars is way too much for Manny; she can't accept it. Thank you!" I swallowed hard, gave Kenji Yamamoto a charming smile, and, suppressing my excitement and reluctance, resolutely handed the money back with trembling hands—what a joke! If I had that much money, I would have gone to university abroad long ago; why would I need to come to Taipei to sell myself as a male escort?! My parents wouldn't have to toil away all day, struggling to find enough to eat. At least my younger siblings could go to school without worry.

But I couldn't accept the money. I knew my hard work these past few days wasn't worth that much. It was just that Yamamoto Kenji trying to bribe me. "Hey! Little Manny is already Yiling's woman. No matter how well you behave, Yamamoto Kenji, you can't win my heart!" I looked back at Yiling with tenderness, and when I saw her husband looking at me with encouraging and appreciative eyes, a wave of warmth washed over me. "Yiling understands me best!" My heart was filled with sweetness and pride. I gave Yiling's husband a sweet smile…

When I announced the enormous sum on the check with a surprised tone, Manager Yi Ling was secretly astonished. Kenji Yamamoto's intentions were now crystal clear! However, when she saw me, this silly girl, hand the huge check back without hesitation, Sister Yi Ling smiled from the bottom of her heart. "Hehe! I didn't expect this little girl to be able to resist such a huge sum of money. All my usual pampering of her hasn't been in vain!" She then gave me an encouraging and appreciative look—this was truly her precious little Manny!

"Hehe! This contract for next year was signed out of consideration for Miss Manny. Yamamoto is more than willing to do anything for the lovely Miss Manny. This money is your reward for your hard work, so you should accept it without hesitation. Just remember to return to the company with Manager Yiling after completing the handover, and come back here as soon as possible to continue assisting me with my work. Thank you in advance!" After saying that, Yamamoto Kenji, this devil, ignored my reaction and turned to my female boss, saying, "Manager Yiling, please send Miss Manny back here as agreed before 6 pm the day after tomorrow. Thank you! Have a good trip, beauties, see you the day after tomorrow!" Before the beautiful female manager could explode, Yamamoto politely led us to the door and closed it. In the guest room corridor, two beautiful young women remained: a bewildered woman, her mind filled with doubt, and a shrewd and capable female manager, her heart heavy with worries.

"Manny, what are you standing there for? Put the check in your purse and go! We can talk about it when we get home." Seeing me standing there dumbfounded, holding the cash check, still dazed, Sister Yiling roared angrily. Without another word, she grabbed me, who was speechless, and turned to walk towards the elevator—

And so, today, for their own benefit, Sister Yiling and Kenji Yamamoto, while signing a two-year business contract, also signed a contract of servitude for me, sending me far away from the beautiful island of Taiwan, far away from Sister Yiling's side. She assumed a different identity, becoming a Japanese woman who stayed in a foreign land, starting a new life! —This turn of events was something neither the shrewd Yi Ling nor the scheming Yamamoto Kenji had anticipated.

6.

I followed Yi Ling's husband out of the hotel building, feeling dejected. The valet drove up in Yi Ling's husband's white Mercedes C280 sedan, and I gave him a tip. Yi Ling silently got into the driver's seat, unbuckled her seatbelt, and fastened it. I obediently sat beside her in the front passenger seat. Seeing Yi Ling's husband's tense face, I dared not utter another sound, even though I had a lot of questions. I wisely looked out the window at the pedestrians and vehicles rushing by, feeling as excited as a bird released from its cage—hehe, it feels so good to be home! I couldn't help but hum softly:

"The birds in the trees are in pairs... the clear mountains are smiling...
no longer suffering from that enslavement... husband and wife return home together—" Before I knew it, my heart was set free and I forgot what had just happened, softly humming that popular Huangmei opera tune.

"Sigh! 'The courtesan sings of love and loss, oblivious to the nation's sorrow, still singing 'The Song of the Rear Courtyard' across the river!' Chen Manni, can you please shut your mouth and let me concentrate on driving?!" Departing from her usual flirtatious manner, Sister Yiling, who had been driving with a tense expression and remained silent the entire way, suddenly uttered this jarring remark, leaving me speechless. Seeing her husband's troubled expression, I could only pretend to close my eyes and rest, while my mind raced, speculating about the source of his worries—hmm! It's probably related to me! —Since he doesn't want to talk about it, let him be! Since becoming Yi Ling's little woman, I've become so dependent on her husband that it's become second nature. All I think about is pleasing her, and nothing else matters…

Luckily, the car quickly made it home, and as I followed Yi Ling's husband back to our warm home after several days' absence, I couldn't help but think to myself, "It feels so good to be home!" I put down my small handbag and was about to start doing housework—a habit I'd developed under Yi Ling's husband's influence—when Yi Ling frowned and stopped me. "Manni, go take a shower and change. Quickly change out of that disgusting outfit and throw it away; don't let it pollute the house!"

"Yes...husband!" I answered in a drawn-out, coquettish voice; then, swaying my round, sexy buttocks, I casually kicked off my high heels as I stepped into the bathroom, while also tearing off my leather jacket and skirt... The sound of rushing water from the bathroom, along with the wafting scent of high-end shampoo and shower gel, thoroughly cleansed me from head to toe of the masculine scent that Kenji Yamamoto had left on me for days. Barefoot, wearing only a bathrobe and slippers, I didn't even bother looking for an outer garment. Frowning, I carried the leather jacket, skirt, and high heels with two fingers as I went out. I called over the cleaning lady; "Mrs. Zhao, the young master ordered that this leather jacket, skirt, and high heels be thrown away immediately!"

"Yes, Miss Manny! But this high-end leather jacket, skirt, and high heels are still very new! It's a shame to throw them away. Could I take them home?" Mrs. Zhao asked cautiously.

"What do you mean 'new'?! These high-end clothes have only been bought a few days ago! I've only worn them once or twice. If it weren't for the fact that the Japanese paid for them and Sister Yiling hates them so much, I wouldn't have been able to throw them away!" I muttered to myself, but said in a spoiled manner, "Anyway, I can't wear them anymore, so you can take them!"

"Thank you, young master, thank you, Miss Manny!" Upon hearing this, Zhao Ma was overjoyed. She picked up the high-end leather jacket and skirt and the Italian designer high heels, thanked her profusely, and left happily.

Turning back to my room, I heard Sister Yiling's seductive moans coming from the bathroom. "Little Manny, come and take a bath with your husband!" Seeing that I had completely washed away the lingering male odor left by Kenji Yamamoto, Sister Yiling's husband called me to the bathroom for a romantic bath.

Feeling depressed, I was overjoyed, as if hearing heavenly music, and blurted out, "Coming! Coming!" I ripped off my bathrobe and, like a big white lamb, pounced into the bathroom naked. In an instant, the bathroom was filled with mist and fragrance, a scene of boundless spring. In the hazy light, two fair and exquisite bodies intertwined, entwined like mandarin ducks, occasionally letting out joyful screams. Sister Yiling and I were immersed in the joy of our reunion after a short separation, telling each other about our longing and yearning since we parted. Although we had only been apart for seven or eight days, our feelings for each other had deepened...

It was noon, and in the bathroom, the two mandarin ducks who had been entwined for so long also felt hungry. So, they dried themselves off, put on loose and soft sheer underwear and panties, and came out. Like a dutiful wife, I thoughtfully brought out a soft white satin nightgown for Yiling's husband to change into. I then had my beloved husband sit in front of the dressing table, carefully blow-drying and smoothing Yiling's beautiful hair, before meticulously tying it into a stylish updo. Finally, I used the beauty techniques I had learned in beauty classes to carefully apply a delicate makeup to Yiling's husband. I then brewed a cup of fragrant 'Biluochun' tea, turned on the large color TV in the living room, and let Yiling enjoy the fragrant green tea while watching the program on TV. Meanwhile, I quickly combed my long hair into a smooth, straight style, and applied a light, refreshing makeup to my beautiful face. On my straight legs,

I wore a pair of ultra-thin flesh-colored stockings... I slipped on a pair of exquisite high-heeled satin slippers, swayed my slender waist, and moved my incredibly sexy hips as I walked out of the living room with great charm. I nestled my soft, fragrant body against Sister Yiling and sat down, wrapping my arms around her husband's beautiful neck, hanging in front of her. I tilted my head slightly, gazing at my husband's handsome face with seductive eyes, and asked in a coquettish voice, "Honey, where are we having lunch today? I'm so hungry!"

Sister Yiling looked at this beautiful, refined woman, Xiao Manni, with eyes full of doting affection, her face like a painting, her body brimming with youthful vitality. The former gigolo before me, with his snow-white skin and cloud-like hair, had long since lost all trace of manhood, transforming into a graceful, charming, and stunningly beautiful woman. Because she wasn't wearing a bra, her high, firm breasts were clearly and distinctly revealed, trembling, within the loose, soft sheer lingerie.

Under her meticulous guidance and training, this young gigolo not only transformed into a beautiful young woman but also became a lesbian, willingly assuming the role of a submissive woman to serve her, his female husband. During the day, he worked as a public relations representative at the company, constantly flitting around her like a butterfly; at night, he became her sexual partner for bed. Yi Ling had long since turned this timid young gigolo into a submissive woman who obeyed her every command, only thinking of how to please her! —And this was exactly what she wanted—

one hand around her slender waist, the other reaching inside her bra to knead and fondle Xiaomanni's two firm, round breasts; "Hehe! I didn't expect this little girl's breasts to develop so beautifully, they feel amazing!" Feeling a great sense of accomplishment at transforming a man into a charming young woman, Sister Yiling chuckled smugly, and... She kissed his delicate, cherry-like lips deeply…

Under the teasing of Yi Ling's husband, I was already flushed and completely overwhelmed, my body throbbing like a snake, my beautiful, watery eyes shooting out an infinitely seductive gaze, my gaze lingering on Yi Ling's handsome face like silk, my breath sweet as orchids escaping from my parted lips, involuntarily uttering a dreamy moan; "Husband! I want…"

"Hehe, little Manny, stop moaning, wake up! Aunt Zhang has already set the cooked food on the table!" Yi Ling's sharp rebuke woke me from my erotic dream!

"Ugh, you can't even pick a time to eat!" I pouted as I got up, muttering with regret!

"Hehe, baby, making love on an empty stomach can be bad for your health! I don't want little Manny to get hurt in the slightest, especially since I have to go out to run errands later!" Sister Yiling said with a grin.

"Okay, okay! I'll listen to you, let's go, husband!" I deliberately dragged out my words and acted coquettishly.

At the dinner table, I behaved like a lady, just as Sister Yiling and my husband usually expected, quietly chewing my food in small bites, making sure not to get any lipstick on me...

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