[A Prequel to a Videotape: The Chapter of Akane]

A Videotape Prequel, Chapter of Qian
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3,000 One year ago, in the evening, on her way home.
"I feel like someone's been following me for a while," Qian said to her boyfriend.
"Huh? Could it be that you've been too busy lately and are just imagining things?" Her boyfriend looked at her. "But be careful, go call the police."
"But we don't have any evidence!"
Hearing her say "we," her boyfriend felt a surge of sweetness in his heart and couldn't help but say, "Why don't you ask me to let you live with me? You're in college now, it's not good for you to live at home. And don't worry, I'll protect you." A chilling light flashed in his eyes.
"No! Okay, I'm going home." Qian looked at her boyfriend's lips tenderly.
Her boyfriend was clearly an expert, and he kissed her in one swift motion. "Don't worry, I'll take you home."
"It's just a few steps..." She hesitated for a moment before making up her mind. "Don't worry, I'm not a child. Is there anything else you want to say to me?"
Her boyfriend gently hugged her. He knew that sometimes silence was more effective than anything else.
Soon, he let go, and she left… As she walked away, he muttered, “Haha, you’re as tender as a child in my eyes. This piece of meat is so conservative, but sooner or later I’ll devour it all…”
Little did he know, those few steps could change her life.
At that moment, a forty-year-old man in a secret passage thought to himself, “If you want to eat her, ask me first.”
This middle-aged man looked颓废 (颓废 is a difficult word to translate directly, but it implies a state of decadence, listlessness, and a lack of motivation), with a youthful innocence. He was very fat, his belly like a wine bottle, his hands round and chubby, his legs shaped like an O—too greasy to cook. Yet, not a single inch of him was dirty, and he carried a slightly bulging briefcase with a refined air, wearing an earring. If you’ve ever been in the business world, you’d recognize him. His name is Huo Fang, nicknamed “The Ordinary Tycoon.” Don’t be fooled by his plain appearance; he has a net worth of over a hundred million, but for some unknown reason, he suddenly retired from the business world last month. However, this man was always eccentric; no one even knew where he lived, and his actions were unconventional, so everyone found this unusual.
Although he was very wealthy, he was still a bachelor at forty, so it was normal for him to be looking for women. He took out a piece of paper from his briefcase, smiled, and opened it to read: "Wang Xiangqian, 20 years old, female, second year of business studies at XXX University, birthday August 25th, blood type B, favorite color, white." He squinted and said, "Not bad, not bad. Almost there, it's time."
Suddenly, Wang Xiangqian heard someone running towards her from behind. She was about to turn around when a towel was covered her nose. Before she could even scream, she collapsed to the ground. Two men wearing black masks like terrorists carried her into a dark alley and put her in Huo Fang's car. Afterwards, he said to Huo Fang, "Boss, we've got your person. We..."
Huo Fang signed his name on the checkbook and handed it to the leader, saying, "Your checks..." At 7:10, Huo Fang drove Wang Xiangqian to the suburbs.
At 8:00, he arrived at his secret villa.
At 8:15, he laboriously dragged Wang Xiangqian to the bathroom. It was
a large bathroom, like a small hot spring, luxuriously decorated.
He placed Qian on a wooden beach chair, took off her shoes, frowned, and said, "No way, girls still wear sneakers these days? More old-fashioned than me."
After the socks and shoes were removed, several plump, white toes were exposed, very pleasing to the eye. "Hey, I was afraid I'd grabbed the wrong person! Now it's confirmed to be her."
It turned out that Huo Fang had seen a video that unintentionally captured several college students playing on the beach. He was captivated by the beautiful feet of one of the girls and vowed to find that college student. After investigation, the college student was Wang Xiangqian. (The rich always find a way.)
He began to pull down Wang Xiangqian's old-fashioned jeans. A pair of flawlessly smooth thighs appeared before his eyes, like bamboo shoots or ice sculptures. Paired with a high-slit cheongsam and high heels, they would be enough to eclipse the world.
He was mesmerized by those legs, murmuring, "Beautiful...so beautiful..."
His body moved uncontrollably, his tongue licking her entire leg, like a starving ghost seeing a delicious lamb leg, wanting to eat it but unwilling to.
Those thighs were unfortunately covered in his disgusting saliva.
Although he had a foot fetish, he didn't understand why he was so out of control at this moment, so eager for her.
"No, I can't take it anymore, I must have you, become you, replace you, enjoy you," he said excitedly.
Actually, his original plan was to help her lose her virginity first, but the sight of such beautiful feet before him made him break down.
He pulled out a bottle of shampoo from somewhere, and without caring that she wasn't fully undressed, he applied it to her neck and vigorously rubbed it back and forth. Her neck turned red from his rubbing, and finally a small crack appeared. The shampoo slowly slid down her neck to her buttocks, and her underwear fell to the floor. At the same time, her body deflated like a balloon, becoming flat, like a bodysuit—a bodysuit that had become hers.
Only then did Huo Fang remember that he was still wearing a suit, so he frantically "removed" his clothes. It looked like he was tearing and ripping things off in a fit of rage. The expensive suit was torn to shreds as if it were free.
Now he was completely naked, his eyes slightly moist and teary—he must have been crying tears of joy. Even after earning his first pot of gold, he had never been this happy.
He picked up the "clothes" spread out on the wooden chair and carefully turned them over.
He bent his muscular legs and inserted his thick, calloused feet along his buttocks.
His clumsy thighs seemed compressed and deformed by an orthopedic funnel; her delicate thighs seemed to plump up like balloons filled with water.
Beyond the thighs, beyond the knees, beyond the calves, beyond the ankles, beyond the heels, beyond the five toes. Smooth thighs, delicate calves, and soft feet trembled with his excited nerves. He could feel the coolness of his saliva evaporating from his thighs, all suggesting that he wasn't wearing a layer of skin like clothing, but a layer that could transform him into another person.
He was a talkative man, but at this moment, not saying a word would break the exhilarating atmosphere. He cautiously slipped his other foot into Qian's buttocks.
Gradually, those rough, short legs were replaced by a pair of flawless, slender feet, dancing in the air. With such beautiful legs, his movements became refined yet somewhat sensual.
He continued pulling her vulva upwards, and soon his younger brother, who had been with him for forty years, disappeared into the flower garden. The labia majora in the slit opened and closed rhythmically with his breathing, releasing heat. He lifted his body,
and his once-fat buttocks vanished. His current shape resembled a funnel, extremely broad and fat on top, and extremely slender on the bottom.
Several plump fingers slowly reached into the narrow slit, teasing and playing with it. The clitoris changed color, becoming itchy, and his body felt heavy and weak. But then he stopped, not because he disliked the feeling, but because he wanted to fully become a woman before experiencing this stimulation and sensitive desire.
He pulled upwards with all his might, trying to drag his waist, almost the size of a mature tree, into her slender waist. However, haste makes waste; his progress was slow, and it took almost half an hour to pull up only three inches. He smiled bitterly, "It's all because of the social obligations I had when I was young!"
After half an hour, he finally had a back that looked like it could break in a gust of wind.
He rested for a while, then began to try to squeeze his hands, about the size of a two-liter soda bottle, towards her arm. The beauty's jade-like arm began to move, though no longer according to her will. Her shoulders and chest also "betrayed" his body along with his hands.
Her breasts were much smaller than before, but softer and more tender, with a graceful curve below her collarbone, and they were elastic and swaying.
Seeing all this, he felt a surge of joy, and with a little impatience, he lifted Qian's delectable face above his head. As the light dimmed, his body and mind leaped with excitement...
The touch of skin against skin made him feel that his facial features were pressed tightly against hers, and he could taste her tongue and her saliva.
When he opened his eyes again, he was completely fused with her, inseparable. Yesterday, the eccentric business tycoon vanished without a trace, leaving behind only a naive young woman.
Her eyes still glistened with tears—tears of joy, tears of happiness.
"Let me experience what it's like to be a woman in clothes." The voice was still Wang Xiangqian's, but it had lost its previous gentleness and gained a childlike quality.
She took a remote control from her tattered suit, pressed a button, and a huge wardrobe opened from the side of the shower room. The doors opened, revealing rows of very fashionable and expensive women's clothes. "I've done my research on your figure. These clothes were all made to fit you perfectly. Touched, aren't you!"

[The End]

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