Lili's Working Diary: Host

My name is Zhou Lili, I'm 21 years old, 171 cm tall, and weigh 49 kg. My measurements are 35C-22-34. I have a baby face that looks a bit like Li Xiang when she was 19. I have big, bright, and cute eyes. I have a slender yet curvy figure, fair and smooth skin, and I dress in a trendy and fashionable way. Of course, with a good figure, I dare to wear whatever I want. My only flaw is that my eyesight is only 0.3 (both eyes). Because I don't wear glasses, and I don't even wear contact lenses (I think they're unfashionable, haha), it's good that I don't see the drooling faces of those stinky men staring at me, nor do I see the jealous eyes of women. So, my... The world is hazy and beautiful.

Speaking of which, becoming a host this time was truly a chance encounter. I participated in an online professional attire competition. I chose a white blazer, a deep V-neck with only one button in the front. I didn't wear a shirt because I didn't have a white one. Later, I realized my bra was visible, so I took it off. Luckily, my bust is firm enough to fill out the blazer. I wore a pink silk pencil skirt, pink stockings, and white high-heeled sandals, the kind that expose the arches of my feet. I did a short dance and a fashion show—basically just sitting and walking around at home—recorded it, and posted it online.

The next day, someone claiming to be an agent from a certain media company called me, saying they needed a host for a performance and wanted to hire me for 2,000 yuan. Of course, I agreed, especially during this global economic crisis.

Anyway, the performance venue was a small mountain village, supposedly organized by the village's clothing factory owner as a way of giving back to the villagers. They also provided the costumes. The venue was a small square at the village entrance. The performance started at 9 a.m. that day. I made my elegant entrance in a white, low-cut, strapless evening gown provided by the organizers. During the opening introductions, a sudden thunderstorm broke out. But I had just finished introducing the organizers, so I had to grit my teeth and continue! The low-cut, strapless gown felt like someone was deliberately pouring water down my cleavage.

After the performers and co-organizers were introduced, I stepped off the stage. The director and village chief discussed it and decided that due to the heavy rain, the performance would be moved to the village auditorium. Waaah… I wish I hadn't braved the rain.

This time, I was completely soaked, inside and out. I discussed with the factory manager of the clothing factory that supplied the dress about making another gown. [This article is reprinted from Springnovel.com] He stared at my still-wet cleavage and stammered that they only had one evening gown prepared, because they don't usually sell these kinds of things, so they only made one. What should we do...? Just then, I saw the sales manager, Mr. Liu, with a sly look on his face whisper something to him. He nodded repeatedly and then told me that they had a ready-made room, and asked Mr. Liu to accompany me to choose a few to make up the difference. I thought that was the only way.

When Mr. Liu led me to the ready-made room, I saw, wow! It was all super short mini skirts, see-through styles, or mini skirts with high slits, etc. Fortunately, they were all very pretty. Girls all like pretty things, so Mr. Liu helped me pick out a few and we went back to the dressing room.

Manager Liu returned to the factory manager's side and whispered, "It's all settled. They gave her size 33B, 19, 32, sexy outfits for someone 165cm tall. Later… hahaha!" Speaking of which, when I went to the dressing room and took off my dress, oh no! My strapless bra and panties were soaked through. I hadn't brought spares, so I had to go braless. Luckily, I had brought a pair of pink sheer pantyhose, the thicker kind for the crotch area, which was better than nothing. I dried myself off, put on the pantyhose, and then chose a white strapless dress, thinking that since it was the same color as my evening gown, not many people would notice.

Just then, Manager Liu knocked on the door and brought in a few pairs of high heels. Hmm, perfect! I chose a pair of pink high heels, touched up my makeup, and when I turned around, the drenched girl in the full-length mirror had transformed into a beautiful, tall, and adorable female host.

That was my hazy vision of myself. Actually, my sexy outfit right now was a white strapless jumpsuit. Because it was a size too small, it clung tightly to my body, revealing a third of my fair, white breasts, even the veins were visible… so incredibly alluring.

My height of 171 centimeters made this already short mini-skirt even shorter, barely covering my pert buttocks, long, rounded thighs, and plump calves, and a tempting patch of black that could be seen whenever I half-squatted; the back was covered with countless vertical stripes, each 2 centimeters wide, one white and one made of white gauze. Underneath the white gauze, the outlines of flesh-colored and pink pantyhose were faintly visible, indicating that I was going braless, truly incredibly sexy!

The performance began, and this time, every time I went on stage, I received enthusiastic applause, cheers, and whistles… I guess it's because we're indoors now, away from the wind and rain outside, and everyone's happy to perform! The blinding stage lights shone on me, obscuring my vision; all I could see was a white blur. In truth, my erect nipples and pink areolas, tanned by the cold rain, along with the outline of my pantyhose and the dark forest of my pubic hair, were vaguely visible.

Midway through the performance, a little boy came on stage to present me with flowers, saying the village chief had sent him. I knelt on one knee to accept the flowers, nodded towards the village chief's seat, and said thank you, which elicited a chorus of whistles and cheers.

The village chief, staring intently at the hazy black mass between my legs, swallowed hard a few times, then spoke a few words to the factory manager beside him. The factory manager then whispered something to Manager Liu of the sales department, who nodded knowingly and quietly left… The performance ended successfully, and that evening the village chief and factory manager treated us to dinner as a token of their gratitude. I changed into a pink blazer with a deep V-neck, underneath which I wore a 6mm wide white strapless camisole and 7/8 length white leggings. My bra wasn't dry yet, so I went with my pantyhose and pink high heels as usual.

After some polite conversation at the dinner table, Manager Liu, who had disappeared, returned with two bottles of baijiu (Chinese liquor). He politely poured drinks for everyone, but I said I didn't drink. He said he had specially prepared a low-alcohol one for me, something that wouldn't make me drunk, and insisted on filling my glass with one of the bottles. I took a sip; it was quite fragrant, a little sweet, and not spicy, so I didn't think much of it.

Then the village chief, the factory manager, the director, Manager Liu, and others all thanked me and took turns toasting me. Before I knew it, I had drunk half a bottle. Luckily, I didn't feel bad, just a little inexplicably excited. Feeling a bit hot, I casually unbuttoned one button on my blazer. Since there were only three buttons, with that one undone, my deep cleavage was alluringly revealed.

Then the factory manager suggested playing a drinking game. I said I didn't know how, but I couldn't resist everyone's enthusiasm, so I learned and played along. I won a few rounds at first, feeling like others were letting me win. Later, I lost to the village chief, drank a glass of wine, and started to feel dizzy. Not long after, it was my turn again. This time, the factory manager won. I said I couldn't drink anymore, but Manager Liu said it was okay if I didn't drink, and I had to perform a talent. I thought that wouldn't be difficult for me, so I agreed. But he said I had to listen to the factory manager and perform whatever he wanted me to perform.

In the end, the factory manager chose the song "Take It Off" for me to sing, and I also had to dance. So I went to the small stage by the table and started to dance a simple dance to the music. Everyone clapped and cheered enthusiastically. I felt everyone's enthusiasm and became more and more excited. When I sang the line "Take it off, take it off, take off your coat," I charmingly unbuttoned my blazer and threw it off the stage, which immediately drew even louder cheers.

I was wearing a 6cm wide white strapless top and thin white silk leggings, high heels, swaying my hips on stage. My breasts, exposed without a bra under the top, jiggled and peeked out. My firm thighs looked incredibly soft, my shapely buttocks were beautiful, and my mons pubis, protruding like a small hill, was supported by the thin, elastic fabric of the leggings… I danced with increasing enthusiasm.

After the performance, back at the table, everyone came to toast me. I was thirsty from singing, so I let loose and downed another large glass. I started to feel a little dizzy. Although my mood remained high, my movements became more exaggerated. The white strapless top had slipped down quite a bit from dancing, and now it was just hanging on my nipples. I was too lazy to fix it, and my deep cleavage and 35C breasts were exposed, white and tender, with even the edges of my pink areolas visible.

Then the village chief came over to play rock-paper-scissors again, and I, fearless, lost, of course. I stood up seductively, swaying my shapely, beautiful buttocks, turned to face the village chief, bent over to reveal my large, bell-shaped breasts, and asked in a coquettish voice, "What do you want me to perform, my dear village chief~" The village chief stared blankly at my actions, dumbfounded... Then that sly-looking Manager Liu came over and whispered a few words to him. The village chief said I should perform a fashion show, a good opportunity to try out their products. I thought that wouldn't be difficult, and was about to go to the dressing room to change when Manager Liu said it wasn't necessary.

Just as I was wondering what was going on, I saw a few young men pushing in two large coat rack carts and a floor-length gauze screen. Manager Liu directed them to set up what looked like a small backstage next to the small stage, even shining stage lights on the gauze screen. I went in, feeling dizzy, and realized the coat rack carts weren't there; they were outside.

I looked at the village chief, puzzled. He said I was the one who chose the costume for the performance, and told me to take off my clothes and hang them on the screen first, then they would put on my change of clothes. I said "Okay" and went in, taking off my camisole and leggings and hanging them on the screen. Then I was taken out. As I hesitated about whether to take off my pantyhose, I noticed that there was no sound outside, only the occasional heavy breathing.

It turned out that the stage lights shone on the gauze screen, making it seem transparent, and everyone had been watching my striptease.

When I took off my white strapless camisole, my breasts, which had been held back for so long, popped out, and my erect nipples finally came out to greet everyone. No wonder everyone was stunned!

As the white silk leggings came off, my pert little butt, firm and round thighs, and rounded calves... Hmph! Who else could have such a devilish S-shaped figure? The village chief had already taken my camisole, while the factory manager held my white silk leggings. Both of them were frantically inhaling my scent, even placing them in their crotches, pulling out their penises under the table to feel the warmth of my body... I started taking off my pink sheer pantyhose. My pert little buttocks, firm, round thighs, plump calves, and fair little feet—the shape of my arches and toes—were clearly visible. They hadn't gotten any fatter after the pantyhose were off. As I stood facing the screen and began to remove the pantyhose, mysterious pubic hair peeked out from between my legs... Oh? My white strapless camisole and white silk leggings were covered in a layer of white filth!

At that moment, I asked in a coquettish voice, "Hey, where are my clothes?" The village chief composed himself and quickly replied, "Oh, coming right now." He, the factory manager, and Manager Liu went to the clothes rack and carefully picked out clothes for me. I was thinking, "They're just arranging this performance so they can see me show off my figure!" The alcohol's effects were kicking in again. Oh well, since everyone's having fun, I might as well show off a little! They can't eat it anyway. Hehe… Do I just love showing off?

Just then, a piece of clothing was draped over me. I was startled – it was a long dress. Looks like I was overthinking it; they're not that lewd. I changed into the long dress; it was black. Then I layered on a black vest, which looked very elegant, making my legs appear even whiter.

I walked confidently onto the stage, swaying like a cat. After a couple of laps, I felt something dripping onto my dress from under the vest… Was it sweat? But the dress should get wet first, right? Just as I was wondering, Manager Liu suggested a dance. I readily agreed, feeling guilty for thinking such badly of him, so I decided to dance a modern dance.

Before we started, he asked me to take off the vest. Without thinking, I did, and the whole place erupted in cheers. It turns out this long black dress was made of a new type of sexy fabric imported from Japan, and the vest contained an aphrodisiac that seemed to be both oil and water. When worn, body heat would slowly melt it onto the black dress, making it even more transparent than sheer gauze.

Now, I was covered in a layer of black gauze, revealing an angelic face, a devilish figure, fair shoulders, firm, bamboo-shoo-shaped breasts, pink areolas, perky nipples, a slender waist, long, shapely thighs, rounded calves, and a mysterious inverted triangle shadow... more alluring than if I were naked.

And I was dancing gracefully, sometimes bending over to reveal my trembling breasts, sometimes spinning to expose my round, perky buttocks, sometimes splitting my legs to reveal a glimpse of my vulva... Cheers and whistles rose in waves, and under the influence of alcohol, I danced even more energetically with my youthful body. Just then, Manager Liu in the corner chuckled and muttered to himself, "Jump! Jump! The more you sweat, the stronger the aphrodisiac will be, haha..." After finally finishing a dance, I was also slightly sweaty, and my excitement only grew stronger. I really wanted to keep dancing. At that moment, the factory manager suggested that I perform another aerobics routine so I could try out their new aerobics outfits. Of course, I happily agreed. After stepping off the stage and behind the screen, I took off my black dress. Being nearsighted, I didn't notice the change in the dress. Instead, I felt something oily and watery on my body, a bit greasy. Oh well, it's probably just sweat. Never mind, I really want to show everyone now... Just then, the clothes were brought in. The top was a two-piece set: a white gauze tube top that was only 34 centimeters wide, which made my breasts even more prominent, highlighting my deep cleavage and beautiful breast shape. Luckily, there was a pink zip-up sports top, although the length only reached the lower edge of my breasts, it only revealed my slender waist. The bottom was also a two-piece set, like a swimsuit skirt. The outer layer was a pink gauze umbrella skirt that was only 34 centimeters wide, purely decorative and didn't cover my buttocks at all. Underneath was ordinary white athletic shorts, the bottom of which was exposed outside the pink umbrella skirt. (Disappointed, aren't you? Don't worry, the best is yet to come, hehe!) I returned to the stage. The cheers weren't as loud as before, but I was still excited. So, while the music was playing, I secretly pulled the zipper of my pink zip-up sports top down to my nipples. This revealed half of my white strapless top, and the deep cleavage and alluring flesh under the transparent white fabric were even more tempting than if I weren't wearing anything at all.

After I turned to the audience, the whistles started again, and I became even more excited, energetically performing a set of high-intensity running and jumping exercises that I knew well. As my movements became larger, my pink areolas would occasionally peek out to greet everyone, eliciting even louder cheers.

The more I danced, the hotter I got, and the more sweat I produced. My white bodysuit shorts started to melt away... It turned out they were made of a new type of sexy paper fabric imported from Japan. As the white bodysuit shorts melted into pieces of paper that stuck to my body, the mound of my pubic hair, like a small hill, was revealed under the umbrella skirt.

More cheers erupted, and I became even more excited. I turned around and tore off the paper clipping to my beautiful buttocks. My round, pert bottom swayed and trembled beneath my tiny, 34-centimeter-wide pink tulle skirt, which barely covered my bottom, attracting everyone's attention and making them want to slap it. Turning around, my nipples also became erect. A surge of heat rose from my lower abdomen to my head. I unzipped my skirt and threw the pink zip-up sports top off into the crowd.

Now I was only wearing a tiny white tulle bra, only 34 centimeters wide and completely transparent, which only made my breasts appear more prominent. My deep cleavage, beautiful breast shape, erect nipples, and pink areolas were all clearly visible. I danced slower and slower, seductively rubbing my breasts and pinching my nipples with my fingers, making them even more erect.

My hand slid down my cleavage, across my slender waist, my palm pressed against my vulva through my short skirt, rubbing it up and down like a woman masturbating in an adult film… My movements were very gentle, as if I were cherishing something, yet full of provocation.

Slowly, I peeled away the last piece of paper underwear from my secret garden, my fingers sliding into my flesh. "Ah…oh…" The whole place fell silent, except for heavy breathing and my beautiful, uncontrollable moans.

My moans never stopped, and waves of tingling sensations came from my lower body. I lay there on the stage, masturbating. I

vaguely sensed the village chief and the factory manager approaching. Something replaced my fingers, inserting itself into my pink flesh. Ah! So full! I moaned even louder, which made the man in front of me thrust even more wildly… My white strapless bra was torn off, and my full, perky breasts were kneaded and played with into various shapes. Oh…my nipples are so hot! Someone was licking it, "It's so numb...suck me, don't bite, it will hurt...ah...that's right, just suck like this..." It seemed like a few more people came over, and now I was lewdly spreading my fair thighs to meet the thrusting of the penis.

My high heels were taken off, oh… someone was kissing my feet, ah… my pink-painted toes were being kissed too. Ah… and they even brought out big dicks, some of them rubbing against my 35C white breasts, my swollen breasts were all red from the rubbing, so lewd! A dick was also inserted into my mouth, I unconsciously licked and sucked… then I felt like I was conscious, but I didn’t feel like I was awake, I couldn’t control my body at all, my mind was blank, only my body kept twisting and arching, so that the dick could go in deeper. Oh… it felt like telling everyone, I want more.

“Mmm… ah… come and satisfy me… oh… I want a man… hmph… oh… I want dicks… so many dicks…” Just like that, I felt many dicks being replaced in my mouth and between my legs, and I passed out after five orgasms. When

I woke up the next day, I found myself in my car, on my way home. The director next to me told me that I drank too much last night and had been sleeping in the car until now. I said "Oh," indicating I understood. So last night was just a dream!

I knew I wouldn't be that lewd! Hehe!

Then I noticed that the 6cm wide white strapless camisole under my pink blazer was gone, and the pink sheer pantyhose under my 7/8 white silk leggings were also gone. The white silk leggings were wrinkled and stiff, like they'd been starched. My head hurts! Oh well, never mind, I'll sleep a little longer…

Director Wu hasn't slept at all. How can he sleep?! His greedy eyes were fixed on the side—yes, on the white cleavage under the deep V-neck of the pink blazer, and the erect nipples on the blazer… A conspiracy was slowly forming. When

I woke up again, I found the car parked. I thought we were home, but when I got up, I found myself in a gas station. The bus behind us was gone too. We were supposed to be a convoy of one director's car and two buses!?

Just then, Director Wu emerged from the gas station shop, talking on his phone, and headed towards his car. "Hey! Our Miss Lili is finally awake! Did you have a wet dream? Haha!" Director Wu, with his balding hair, teased.

"Ugh! You old rascal, I didn't even dream about you. Hehe!" I replied sweetly, but in my heart I thought, "Oh well! He's the director, I might need him later, can't offend him! You old pervert, hmph!" Then I asked, "Hey, by the way, Director Wu, where are we? Where's our bus?" Director Wu had already started the car and was driving forward. Through the car window, I could see rolling mountains in the distance. Then Director Wu said, "Oh, it's like this, while you were sleeping, I got a call saying the company got another job with a nursing home social event. Since we live nearby, we can just go there. They'll put together their own program; we'll just help with rehearsals and hosting. So everyone else went back, just the two of us will be enough, it'll probably take two or three days!" I said "Oh" to indicate that I understood.

"Oh, right, your appearance fee will be increased by another thousand yuan. We'll settle it together when we get back to the company." "It's nothing! It's just visiting an elderly person, it's only right. I'm not that materialistic!" I pouted my sexy little lips and looked out the car window in a huff... (Narrator: Director Wu received a phone call—no, to be precise, he made two. One was to call back to the company to ask for leave, saying he'd give me a ride home. We were both too tired and wanted to rest for a few days before settling the bill at the company. Since we were both outsourced and not full-time employees, they didn't bother asking any questions! The other was to call his uncle in the suburbs, explaining the situation and asking him to prepare.

Speaking of his uncle, nicknamed Wu Laosan, he's over fifty and never married. He's a notorious hoodlum and hooligan in the area, having been sent to labor camps multiple times for fighting, robbery, and assault, including rape and kidnapping!) In recent years, he'd gotten older and made many enemies, so he reluctantly took a group of old henchmen to a secluded mountain villa they'd robbed to retire. Today, this phone call really got him busy. A dozen or so old thugs, some dyeing their hair, some grabbing their canes… It took over two hours to drive to the gate of a large courtyard nestled halfway up the mountain; it was almost dark. Director Wu got out of the car and knocked on the door. An old man opened it—I couldn't tell his age clearly, he was nearsighted, anyway, he had a full head of white hair. I wondered why there wasn't a caregiver here. Let the old man open the door himself. So I quickly ran out of the car to help push open the other side of the large iron gate, and even asked the question that had been bothering me.

The old man paused for a moment and replied, "Oh, there were two. One quit, and the other went home to visit relatives. This place is too remote, and we can't find anyone to hire right away." "Oh!" Suddenly, I felt like something was wrong. The old man had already pushed open half of the iron gate with one hand. I quickly bent my front leg and stretched my back with all my might, but the iron gate was so heavy that it only opened a little bit.

Narrator: The old man looked at me from behind. The veins on his snow-white feet were gradually bulging in his pink high heels. His slender ankles, taut calves, firm thighs in semi-transparent white silk leggings, and unusually perky, taut buttocks were trembling up and down as he exerted himself... I heard him swallow hard. I turned around and saw the old man staring at me blankly, seemingly lost in thought. So I asked in a coquettish voice, "Grandpa, this door is so heavy! Can you help me?" "Okay, okay..." The old man said as he came over and put one hand on the door. Suddenly, a strong force made the iron door fly forward. Because I was pushing with all my might, I suddenly lost my balance and fell forward. I felt my waistband and suit jacket tighten. Luckily, I didn't fall. Looking to the side, I saw that the old man had grabbed my waistband and the hem of my suit jacket from the middle. I quickly stood up straight, bowed to thank him, and then looked up again, only to find that he seemed to be looking at my chest. Being nearsighted, I couldn't see his gaze clearly, but I noticed his head was close to my chest.

I looked down, "Ah!" and quickly covered my chest with one hand while pulling up my pants with the other.

(Narrator: Although the old man had grabbed me, the suit jacket couldn't bear the weight; all three buttons snapped off instantly, no wonder I hadn't felt anything. The elastic waistband of my white silk leggings had also stretched, now hanging loosely on my hips.) After I stood up and bowed again, the sight of my fair cleavage, my trembling breasts, my smooth, white abdomen, and the pubic hair peeking out from the hem of my pants… so alluring!

With my startled cry, the old man immediately began to bow and apologize. I thought to myself, "He didn't do it on purpose, and besides, he just saved me." Feeling embarrassed, I instinctively took the old man's arm with the hand I had been using to support my chest, and said in a soft, coquettish voice, "I'm sorry, I startled you." The old man kept bowing his head, apologizing repeatedly, and even coughed. I felt even more embarrassed, so I put one arm around his shoulder and placed his hand on my other shoulder, supporting him sideways, saying, "Let me help you inside!" and started walking in.

I glanced down unintentionally and almost cried out again. My right hand was under the old man's right armpit, and my left hand was on his right hand resting on my left shoulder. My unbuttoned blazer was completely open, my breasts were spread wide, and they were fully exposed. My firm breasts and the edges of my pink areolas were clearly visible; only my nipples were still tucked into the edge of the blazer, shyly refusing to show. My white silk leggings were also slipping down with my movements… two, three… half of my pubic hair was showing! How embarrassing! But I was also a little excited… The thought that flashed through my mind last night came back: Do I really like exhibitionism?

“Go away, go away, what are you thinking? Especially in front of this old man… What hasn’t this old man seen?” Just as I was about to pull down my pants with my right hand, the old man grabbed my pants by the back of my waist with his left hand, and lifted my white silk leggings from the front with his right, then said kindly, “I’ll help you hold them up. I’m so sorry to ruin your clothes.” I generously replied, “Thank you! It’s nothing. Didn’t you come to save me? Could you lend me some needle and thread later? I’ll sew it up in a bit.” At that moment, I felt my pants being pulled up higher and higher, the bottom edge of the white silk leggings sinking into my buttocks as I walked. “Oh…” I let out a very soft moan, my face flushed with embarrassment. Looking to the side, I saw the old man diligently pulling up my pants, as if afraid they would fall down. How could I stop him! And what could I say? Should I say I wanted to take my pants off…? I’ll just have to bear with it!

"Mmm...it's sinking in...it's so itchy..." The stiff, white silk cloth, which looked like it had been starched, was rubbing against my vulva. "Oh...it's so stimulating...it's so hard...ah...my vulva is being rubbed open...it's rubbing into my little slit...ah..." Huh? Why does it seem to have melted? It's sinking in even deeper, and it's rubbing against me back and forth.

"Ugh... three... five... oh... I can't count... ah... deeper... harder..." I felt like I was sitting down, trying to go deeper, "grind me to death..." My vaginal muscles were trembling and sucking, as if trying to suck the entire white silk tights in, "oh... almost there..." At this moment, my mind went blank again.

I staggered along, one step deep, one step shallow, helping the old man across the yard to a two-story building. As I stepped onto the first step into the building, "Ah..." I finally couldn't hold back any longer and climaxed. The orgasm made my eyes close tightly, my whole body tremble, and I almost fell. The old man quickly caught me. During the orgasm, it felt like something was pinching my breasts, someone... it felt like it bit my nipple.

Opening my eyes, I saw the old man asking with concern, "Are you alright? Are you tired? Come in and rest." My clothes were still neatly draped over my breasts, and I was so embarrassed that I could only reply haphazardly, "Yeah, I drank too much last night, and I'm still a little dizzy." I went into the living room, covering the crotch of my white silk leggings, which were soaked with my vaginal fluid, and asked shyly, "Grandpa, where's the bathroom?" The old man smiled and said, "No rush, come on in." He then turned a corner on the left side of the living room and said, "This is your room. It used to be where the caregiver and nanny lived; it's all cleaned up. The clothes and toiletries here are all clean; please use them as you like, don't be shy." He told me to rest first and that he would call me for dinner.

I said, "Thank you!" and quickly closed the door, rushing into the bathroom to take a shower.

Narrator: At this moment, Director Wu parked his car and came in, grinning mischievously, and asked, "How was it, Uncle San? Top-notch, right?" The old man straightened his back and said, "Damn, she's so sensitive! That abalone slit looks so tender. I only teased her a few times before I came; those breasts are so fragrant, soft, and bouncy, no wonder she's a young girl. I usually don't even come to this place when I call a prostitute, I've been so pent up, this time I'm going to have some real fun!" "Take it slow, that's more fun." Director Wu said, taking out my resume and continuing, "Look, only 21 years old. Hey, you really can't tell from those big eyes." "She's nearsighted, probably wearing contact lenses!" "No way, she couldn't even see my newly dyed hair, and she called me 'Grandpa,' she must be really blind. Look at my face, where are the wrinkles? I was thinking of adding a couple more wrinkles, but it seems I don't need to." "Yeah! Uncle, you look like you're in your thirties, how do you maintain your youth?" "Maintain your youth my foot! If you don't meet a woman for five or six years, you can still practice your virginity-keeping skills!" "Haha! Oh, right, this girl gets excited when she drinks alcohol, yesterday we were..." The two walked inside, chatting and laughing.

I took a nice hot shower, so comfortable! My suit jacket and white silk leggings were too dirty, so I washed them too; it was so hard to scrub the pants clean, especially the middle, which was almost torn. After they were all dried, I realized that there were only two face towels in the whole bathroom, no large bath towels! I had to wrap the towel around my chest and buttocks, leaving half of my chest and buttocks exposed. No choice, I had to hurry and find some clothes!

Stepping out of the bathroom, I saw the wardrobe but then noticed the dressing table next to it—wow, so many designer cosmetics! And a magazine too! Looks like my former nanny was quite fashionable! Excitedly, I sat down, flipped to a smoky eye tutorial, and started working on it seriously. Huh? Why are so many unopened? Oh well, the old man said I could use whatever I wanted. I

blended dark brown eyeshadow upwards, left the area below my brow bone unhighlighted, applied a thick black eyeliner, made my eyelashes thick and curled, added a light pinkish-beige blush, and a pale pink glossy lip gloss. The smoky eye was finished! Paired with my 2009 smoky eye-themed short hairstyle—I just did it the day before yesterday! Oh, right, and I also painted my fingernails and toenails with glossy black nail polish—so beautiful!

Someone knocked on the door. I jumped over to open it, completely forgetting that I only had two towels, each about the width of my palm, to cover myself. The door opened, and a gust of cold wind blew in. I was startled to realize that I was barely clothed. Just as I was about to hide behind the door, I noticed that the person who had knocked on the door was motionless. Upon closer inspection, I saw it was another old man. Because he was dressed differently and was wearing tinted glasses, I couldn't see his eyes. Could it be...? I mustered my courage and waved my hand in front of him. There was no response. He was indeed blind! I breathed a sigh of relief.

Her mischievous nature resurfaced; she put her hands by her ears, pretending to be a little rabbit, hopping around and sticking out her tongue. I didn't even notice the towel on her upper body slipping off. In a sweet, coquettish voice, she asked, "Grandpa, did you look for me?" "P-Please...are you Miss Lili?" "Yes, Grandpa. I'm not much older than your granddaughter. Just call me Lili, no need for 'Miss,' okay?" "Oh, okay, okay. Lili, I came to call you for dinner. The dining room is on the right side of the hall. I'll head back now." As she spoke, she raised a hand and reached out. I quickly took the old man's hand and asked what he was looking for. He said nothing, he just wanted to close the door. Touched, I placed his hand on the doorknob, but as soon as the door closed halfway, I realized the towel I'd dropped had been blown outside. I cried out, "Ah!" and quickly crouched down to grab it back, but the old man opened the door again, anxiously asking, "What's wrong, Lili?" I was shirtless, looking at my firm breasts and nipples, erect from the cool breeze, and dazedly replied, "I dropped something, it's nothing." But the old man wouldn't have it; he insisted on helping me find it. Watching the blind old man groping on the ground, I was too embarrassed to tell him the towel had been blown outside by the wind. I couldn't see it, and I didn't dare go out to retrieve it!

Just then, the old man looked up and asked, "What did you drop? Let's look together, don't worry!" I was so touched! Suddenly, an idea struck me. I untied the towel from my lower body and handed it to the ground where the old man was about to touch. The old man seemed to sway slightly; it seemed his age had taken its toll. However, the old man suddenly reached to the side, and the towel got caught under his knee. I couldn't bear it, so I squatted down to help him up.

The old man started trembling, and I helped him up with all my might before taking the towel out from under his knee and handing it to him, saying, "Found it, thank you, Grandpa!" The old man touched the towel in his hand and handed it back to me, then murmured to himself, "It's good that it's found, it's good that it's found." He then closed the door.

Narrator: The blind grandfather returned to the dining room, and Wu Laosan asked, "How was it, Xiao Li? Pretty fresh, right?" "Damn, she was so tender! She just opened the door with two towels over her breasts, and those white legs were so incredibly soft; her waist was like a water snake, you could practically squeeze water out of it. Luckily, I reacted quickly and pretended to be blind, otherwise I would have been exposed. Hey! Listen up, guys, I'm blind now, don't give it away! Just call me Blind Li, oh, no, I mean Blind Grandpa Li." Li Laosi mimicked my sweet voice and said self-deprecatingly, "Got it, Li Laosi's blind! Haha..." The group of old wolves agreed, joking around.

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