Lili's Working Diary: Host (1-3)

Lili's Working Diary: Host
Word Count: 24704 words
First published on: Spring in the Courtyard on 2009/09/27
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(I)
My name is Zhou Lili, 21 years old, 171 cm tall, 49 kg, and 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 full figure, fair and smooth skin, and I dress fashionably. Of course, I dare to wear anything because I have a good figure. My only flaw is that my eyesight is only 0.3 (both eyes). Because I don't wear glasses, I don't even wear contact lenses (I think they're tacky, haha). This also saves me from seeing the drooling faces of those stinky men who stare at me, and I can't see the jealous eyes of women. So my world is hazy and beautiful.
So, becoming a host this time was truly a chance encounter. I participated in an online fashion competition, choosing a white blazer with a deep V-neck and only one button in the front. I didn't wear a shirt because I didn't have any white ones. 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 that exposed 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 very 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 in a small mountain village, supposedly organized by the village's clothing factory owner as a way of giving back to the villagers. They even 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. I discussed with the factory manager of the clothing factory that supplied the dress about making another gown. He stared at my still-wet, white 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 were they going to do...? Just then, I saw the sales manager, Mr. Liu, with a sly look on his face, whisper a few words 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, "All done. 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 turned around. In the full-length mirror, the drenched girl 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 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 whenever I half-squatted, a tempting patch of black would be visible; 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 lights shone on the stage, 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 6cm wide white strapless camisole and 7/8 length white leggings. My bra wasn't dry yet, so I went with my usual pantyhose and pink high heels.
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, so I agreed. But he said I had to listen to the factory manager and perform whatever he wanted.
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 swaying my hips and dancing 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.
Right now, I'm wearing a 6cm wide white strapless top and thin white silk leggings, high heels, and I'm swaying my waist on stage. My breasts, which aren't bra-bound under the top, are trembling and popping out. My firm thighs look amazing to the touch, and I have a beautifully shaped butt. Underneath the leggings, my mons pubis is protruding like a small hill, supported by the thin, elastic fabric... I'm getting more and more excited as I dance.
After the performance, back at the table, everyone came to toast me again. I was thirsty from singing, so I let loose and downed another large glass. I started to feel a little dazed, though my excitement remained high, and my movements became more exaggerated. My white strapless bra had slipped down quite a bit from dancing, and now it was just hanging on my nipples. I was too lazy to fix it; my deep cleavage and 35C breasts were exposed, so white and tender, you could even see the edges of my pink areolas.
Then the village chief started playing rock-paper-scissors, and I, undeterred, lost, of course. I stood up seductively, swaying my shapely, beautiful buttocks, then turned to face the village chief, bending over to reveal my large, bell-shaped breasts. I asked in a coquettish voice, "What do you want me to act, my dear village chief?" The village chief stared blankly at my movements, 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 it 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, several young men pushed in two large coat racks and a floor-length gauze screen. Manager Liu directed them to set up what looked like a small backstage area next to the small stage, even shining stage lights on the gauze screen. I went in, feeling dizzy, and realized the coat racks weren't there; they were outside.
I looked at the village chief, puzzled. He said that of course I would choose the costumes for the performance, and that I should take off my clothes and hang them on the screen first, then they would hang up the replacement clothes for me to change into. I said "Oh," and went inside to take off my camisole and leggings, draping them over the screen before being taken out. As I hesitated about whether to take off my pantyhose, I noticed the outside was quiet, except for the occasional heavy breathing.
Apparently, the stage lights shone on the gauze screen, making it seem transparent, and everyone was watching my striptease.
When I took off my white strapless camisole, my long-suppressed breasts sprang out, my erect nipples finally greeting everyone—no wonder they were all stunned!
As my white silk leggings came off, my pert buttocks, firm, rounded thighs, and shapely 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, rounded 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 grime!
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 my shoulders. 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 and more delicate.
I walked confidently onto the stage, swaying like a cat. After a couple of laps, I felt something dripping onto my dress from under my 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 my 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. Wearing it would cause body heat to slowly melt the aphrodisiac into 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 it 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 unzipped my pink zippered sports top down to my nipples. This revealed half of my white strapless bra. The deep cleavage and the alluring flesh of my breasts 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 rang out again, and I became even more excited. I energetically started dancing 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, drawing 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 from my beautiful buttocks. My round, pert bottom swayed and trembled beneath my tiny, 34-centimeter-wide pink tulle skirt, which barely covered it, 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 top and threw it off into the crowd.
Now I was only wearing a small, 34-centimeter-wide, completely transparent white tulle bra, which only accentuated my breasts, making my deep cleavage, beautiful breast shape, erect nipples, and pink areolas 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, and through my short skirt, I pressed my palm against my vulva, rubbing it up and down like a woman masturbating in an adult film… My movements were very gentle, as if I were tenderly caring for something, yet full of provocation.
Slowly, I peeled away the last piece of paper underwear from my secret garden, and my fingers slipped into the crevice of my flesh. “Ah…oh…” The whole room fell silent, save for my heavy breathing and my beautiful, uncontrollable moans.
My moans never stopped, and a tingling sensation spread through my lower body. I lay there on the stage, masturbating. I
vaguely sensed the village chief and factory manager approaching. Something replaced my fingers and was inserted into my pink slit. 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 is licking them. “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 lasciviously spreading my white thighs to meet the thrusts of the penis.
My high heels were taken off, oh… someone was kissing my feet, ah… my toes, painted with pink nail polish, were also being kissed. Ah… they even brought out big penises, some of them rubbing against my 35C white breasts, my swollen breasts were rubbed red, so lewd! A penis was inserted into my mouth, and I unconsciously licked and sucked it… Next, I felt like I was conscious, yet I didn't feel awake. I had no control over my body; my mind was blank, and my body just kept twisting and arching, trying to push the penis in deeper. Oh… it felt like I was telling everyone, I want more.
"Mmm… ah… satisfy me… oh… I want a man… hmph… oh… I want penises… so many penises…" I felt many penises being inserted into my mouth and between my legs, and after five orgasms, I passed out.
The next day, I woke up in my car, on my way home. The director next to me told me that I had drunk too much the night before and had slept in the car until now. I said "Oh," indicating I understood. So last night was a dream!
I knew I wouldn't be that lewd! Hehe!
Then I discovered that the 6cm wide white strapless top under my pink blazer was gone, and the pink transparent pantyhose under my 7/8 white silk leggings were also gone. The white silk leggings were also wrinkled, stiff and hard in pieces, like they'd been starched. My head hurts so much! Oh well, never mind, I'll just sleep a little longer...
(II)
My name is Zhou Lili, I'm 21 years old, 171cm tall, and weigh 49kg. 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, cute eyes. I have a slender yet full figure, fair and smooth skin, and I dress fashionably. Of course, I dare to wear anything because I have a good figure. 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 tacky, haha), it's good that I don't see the drooling faces of those stinky men who stare at me, nor do I see the jealous eyes of women. So my world is hazy and beautiful.
The plot picks up where it left off: Director Wu hadn't slept at all. How could he possibly sleep?! His greedy eyes were fixed on the person next to him—yes, on the fair cleavage beneath 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 at a gas station. The bus behind us was gone. We were supposed to be a convoy of one director's car and two buses!?
Just then, I saw Director Wu, holding his phone and discussing something, come out of the gas station's small shop and walk towards the 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 Wu, I've never even dreamt of you. Hehe!" I replied sweetly, but in my heart I thought, "Forget it! He's the director, I might need him later, can't afford to offend him! You old pervert, hmph!" Then I asked, "Hey, by the way, Director Wu, where is this? 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 should 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, not full-time employees, they didn't bother asking any questions! The other was to call his cousin in the suburbs, explaining the situation and asking him to prepare.
This cousin, nicknamed Wu Laosan, was over fifty and never married. He was 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! But in recent years, due to his age and numerous enemies, he had no choice but to take his gang of old henchmen to a villa in the mountains that he had stolen to retire.) Today, I got really busy after receiving that phone call. A dozen or so old hooligans, some getting their hair dyed, some grabbing their canes… We drove for over two hours before finally arriving at the gate of a large courtyard nestled halfway up a 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 quite tell how old he was—he was nearsighted, but he had a full head of white hair. I wondered why there wasn't a caregiver here, letting the old man open the door himself. So I quickly ran out of the car to help push the other side of the large iron gate, and even asked the question that had been bothering me.
The old man hesitated for a moment and replied, "Oh, there were two. One quit, and the other went home to visit relatives. This place is too remote; we can't find anyone to hire right now." "Oh!" Suddenly, I felt something was off. 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, putting all my strength into it, but the iron gate was so heavy; 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 and pulled 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 had just saved me, so I felt embarrassed. I took the old man's arm with the hand that was covering my chest and said in a sweet voice, "I'm sorry, I startled you." The old man kept bowing his head and apologizing, and even coughed. I felt even more embarrassed, so I put one arm around the old man's shoulder and placed his hand on my other shoulder, and said, "Let me help you inside!" as we started to walk inside.
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 love exhibitionism?
"Go away, go away, what are you thinking? Especially in front of this old man... What hasn't he 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 hand. Then he said kindly, "I'll help you hold them up. I'm so sorry to have ruined 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 this moment, I felt my pants being pulled up higher and higher, and the bottom edge of the white silk leggings sank into my buttocks as I walked. "Oh..." I let out a very soft cry, my face flushed with embarrassment. I turned my head and saw the old man struggling to pull up my pants, as if afraid they would fall down. How could I stop him! What else could I say? Should I say I wanted to take my pants off...? I guess I'll just have to bear with it!
"Mmm...it's sinking in...it's so itchy..." The stiff, starchy white silk cloth 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, rubbing against me back and forth.
"Ugh...three times...five times...oh...I can't count...ah...deeper...harder..." I feel like I'm sitting down, trying to go even deeper, "grind me to death..." My vaginal muscles are trembling, sucking, as if trying to suck the entire white silk tights in. "Oh...almost there..." At this moment, my mind goes blank again.
I staggered along, one foot deep, one foot shallow, helping the old man across the yard to a two-story building. When I stepped onto the first step into the building, "ah..." I finally couldn't hold back anymore and climaxed. The orgasm made my eyes close tightly, my whole body tremble, and I almost fell. The old man quickly helped me up. During my orgasm, I felt something squeezing my breasts, and... I think it even bit my nipple.
I opened my eyes and saw the old man asking with concern, "Are you alright? Are you tired? Come inside and rest." My clothes were still neatly draped over my breasts. I was so embarrassed that I could only mumble a reply, "Yeah, I drank too much last night, and I'm still a little dizzy." When I got to the living room, I covered the middle of my white silk tights, which were soaked with my vaginal fluid, with my hands and asked shyly, "Grandpa, where's the bathroom?" The old man smiled and said, "No need to rush, come here." He turned the corner to the left 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 and rushed 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 slit in her vulva 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 go to this place when I call a prostitute, I've been so pent up, this time I'm going to have some 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 she's nearsighted from those big eyes, she probably wears contact lenses!" "No way, she can't even see my newly dyed hair, and she calls me old man, she must be really blind. Look at my face, where are the wrinkles? I was thinking of adding a couple more wrinkles, but it looks like I don't need to." "Yes! Uncle, you look like you're in your thirties, how do you maintain your youthful appearance?" "Maintain your youthful appearance my foot! If you don't see a woman for five or six years, you'll still be able to practice your virginity-keeping skills!" "Haha! Oh, right, this girl gets excited as soon as 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 hanging them all up, 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. Oh well, I had to go find some clothes!
As I walked out of the bathroom, I saw the wardrobe but then I noticed the dressing table next to it. Wow, so many brand-name cosmetics! And a magazine, it seems the former nanny was very fashionable! I immediately sat down excitedly, flipped to a smoky eye makeup tutorial, and started applying makeup seriously. Huh? Why are so many unopened? Oh well, the old man said I could use them freely.
I blended dark brown eyeshadow upwards, leaving the area below my brow bone unhighlighted, applied a thick black eyeliner, and made my mascara thick and curled. I added a light pinkish-beige blush and a pale pink glossy lip gloss. My smoky eye look was complete, paired with my 2009 smoky eye-themed short hairstyle, which I just did the day before yesterday! Oh, right, I also painted my fingernails and toenails with glossy black nail polish—so beautiful!
Someone knocked on the door, and I jumped over to open it, forgetting that I only had two towels, each about the width of my two hands, to cover myself. The door opened, and a gust of cold wind hit me, making me realize I was practically naked. Just as I was about to hide behind the door, I noticed the person who knocked wasn't moving. Upon closer inspection, it was another old man. Because of his different clothes, and the fact that he was wearing brown-tinted glasses, I couldn't see his eyes. Could it be…? I mustered my courage and waved my hand in front of him, but there was no reaction. 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. She asked in a sweet, coquettish voice, "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 anymore, 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 rush!" 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 there were those long, white legs, so incredibly tender; her waist was like a water snake, you could feel the water inside. 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.
Director Wu came over and teased, "You've gone blind just from looking at her cleavage and thighs? Look, my third uncle has already pinched her nipples!" "That's nothing! Let me continue. Seeing that I'm blind, she got bolder and actually imitated a little white rabbit. That hairstyle was so seductive, and those big eyes were even wearing smoky makeup, blinking so damn alluring! Her pale pink lips were sticking out her tongue, and I almost couldn't resist, I really wanted to pull out my dick and make her lick it right there. Guess what happened next?" Wu Laosan was impatient: "Tell me quickly, don't fucking keep me in suspense." Li Laosi continued: "I saw her pair of huge breasts swaying up and down, and finally she shook off the towel. Those nipples were really firm and round, with water droplets on them! The nipples were even pink! And they were trembling up and down like that, so white and tender! It was fucking amazing!" "And then?" Director Wu urged.
"Later, I deliberately kicked the towel she dropped outside, and that silly girl actually yelled, giving me a reason to open the door and admire her some more. I pretended to squat down to help her find the towel, and looking at those tender little feet with bulging veins and black nail polish, they were fucking incredibly sexy. Unexpectedly, when she saw me looking for something, she thought I was having a hard time, and actually pulled off the small towel covering her vulva and threw it next to me. Those round calves, plump and white thighs, sparse pubic hair, and protruding mons pubis, I almost ejaculated.
I pretended to reach to the side and pressed the towel under my knee, intending to kick it out the door, but she squatted down again, and that squatting down was a big deal, pink... pink... her vulva was really pink! A tiny fleshy slit only three fingers long, pink and tender, truly a top-quality vulva! I fucking gave up and she took the towel back." "Damn! Coward... softie..." A chorus of complaints rang out.
(III)
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 full figure, fair and smooth skin, and I dress in avant-garde and fashionable clothes. Of course, I dare to wear whatever I want because I have a good figure. 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 tacky, haha), it's good that I don't see the drooling faces of those stinky men who stare at me, nor do I see the jealous eyes of women. So my world is hazy and beautiful. (
Continued from the previous episode.) Just then, Wu Laosan shouted, "Don't touch this plate of mooncakes, I'll divide them up later."
"Got it, Third Brother." Director Wu leaned over and asked, "What's the secret, Third Uncle?" Wu Laosan smiled mysteriously and said, "Two of the duck egg yolks inside will ooze oil." "Duck egg yolks ooze oil all the time?" Director Wu muttered in confusion, "You don't know anything, these two are imported aphrodisiac oil injected into them with a syringe. Hehe!" "Oh!
Hehe...hehe..." I had already changed my clothes and came to the dining room. As soon as I entered, I saw two round tables full of people, with a small stage behind them. It was so empty on the side near the door, why were they so crowded? Maybe it was for the sake of liveliness! At this moment, the old man who opened the door beckoned me over, and I quickly ran over and sat down next to him in the middle of the two tables. Director Wu on the other side then introduced me, saying, "This is Grandpa Wu, the director here. He voluntarily donated his own yard to be converted into a nursing home." I immediately felt even more favorably disposed towards Grandpa Wu; he was so kind.
Just then, he picked up a glass of wine, stood up, and said, "Guys, today we are honored to have the beautiful Miss Lili and Director Wu help us rehearse the Mid-Autumn Festival party. Let's all toast them with a small drink. If you have any questions these past few days, please feel free to ask Director Wu and Miss Lili!" Director Wu said a few polite words and then downed his drink. He then placed the glass in front of me. I was in a dilemma. I couldn't refuse in this situation, but I really didn't want to drink anymore. Maybe it was because of yesterday's dream! Just as I was hesitating, Grandpa Wu brought his glass closer and whispered to me, "It's just soda, it's fine." I picked up the glass and smelled it; it was indeed Sprite. I gave Grandpa Wu a grateful wink, stood up, and said confidently, "Grandpas, I'm not much older than your granddaughter. Just call me Lili, no need for 'Miss.' If you need any help, I'm always available. You can come to my room; I live over there in the lobby." I then downed my Sprite in one gulp. "Good!" came a cheer, and a dozen or so old men finished their drinks.
Grandpa Wu handed me another bottle of Sprite, whispering, "This is our secret!" I gratefully kissed Grandpa Wu on the cheek, "Thank you, Grandpa!" From then on, I trusted Grandpa Wu even more. Then Grandpa Wu picked up a mooncake for me, saying to try it early today; there would be even better ones for Mid-Autumn Festival. I happily picked it up and started eating. To be honest, I hadn't eaten anything properly since last night, and I was so hungry.
"Wow! So much oil..." Grandpa Wu quickly said, "The oil from Mid-Autumn Festival mooncakes will bring good luck in the coming year, don't waste it." "Oh!" Hearing Grandpa Wu's words, I didn't hesitate to lick the oil off my hands, and even licked my pink lips with lingering satisfaction. Grandpa Wu immediately picked up another mooncake: "It's all you can eat, don't be shy." So much oil again, what good luck! It seems like I'll definitely have good luck next year. Hehe!
After eating two mooncakes, I wasn't very hungry anymore. At this time, the grandpas came over to toast me. Since I had (Sprite) and alcohol, of course I wasn't afraid. I was so grateful to Grandpa Wu! So I also pulled Grandpa Wu up and toasted everyone in turn, like a white butterfly flitting around the room.
Recap: Why a white butterfly? Of course. Oh, right, I forgot to introduce my clothes. I just opened the wardrobe in the room and wow, so many beautiful clothes! There were sheer, backless, low-cut, midriff-baring, mini-skirts, all kinds of low-rise jeans, stockings, mini dresses, gowns, sexy pajamas, sheer fabrics… they were all so pretty and sexy! Wait, why are there no bras or panties? Maybe someone took them! I don't care about being sexy, as long as I'm pretty, but it's my first time meeting these older gentlemen, I can't be too over-the-top!
Hmph, that won't stump me! A pair of sheer, open-toe pantyhose, with a small, skin-toned strip at the crotch that perfectly covers my cleavage. (I don't mean open-toe, just that most stockings have a darker toe area, right?) This one is completely sheer, making my dark, slender toes stand out even more. Then I'll wear a pair of black capris with lace trim two centimeters above the knee—who can see my cleavage then? Just a big, dark patch, hehe!
I found the only white long skirt I had. Wow! It's made of sheer fabric again, without any lining, just a single layer of sheer fabric. The black panties are so obvious! No problem, this won't stump me. I folded the long skirt inwards, secured it to my waist with a wide pink and white leather belt, and hehe, it became a mini pleated skirt, the length just above the black lace trim, and my underwear was practically invisible.
I looked down at my 35C bust and frowned. What to do with them? Ah, suddenly I saw a plain white silk shirt, the kind that ordinary office workers often wear, with vertical pleats in the front and a lace collar. The key thing is that there's a white silk scarf under the collar that's usually tied in a tie knot. I took out the white silk scarf, unfolded and folded it in half, and covered my nipples. Hehe, the 3-centimeter width was just enough to cover my nipples and areolas, and I tied a slipknot in the cleavage. (You ask: Isn't it hard to tie the back?) I thought it would be better to wear a black base layer, so I put on a black knit sweater. This one has lace trim on the cuffs, and both sleeves are tight-fitting black tulle, which looks very elegant, like two long gloves. Yes, because it only goes up to the upper arm, and then horizontally, the lace trim connects the middle of the garment to the lace trim on the other upper arm. The knit sweater is like a cute off-the-shoulder top, except that the top is also lace trim but without the elastic band of a cute off-the-shoulder top, and it is all held in place by two tight-fitting black tulle gloves.
The front of the top was a mesh knit top with lace trim, the length just covering my navel. The back was completely transparent black mesh, with two ribbons near the top and bottom to adjust the tightness of the mesh. I tightened the bottom ribbon and found that the mesh in the front had become a round hole the size of an old coin (square-holed round coin), how ugly! After loosening it, it became a one-centimeter-sized slit. Looking in the mirror, my slender waist was vaguely visible, hmm, not bad. I just casually draped and tied the top ribbon, revealing my fair shoulders and deep cleavage. The lace trim seemed like it might fall off at any moment, but I didn't want to show that big hole. Luckily, I had black mesh gloves to hold it in place!
I put on a beige Korean-style cardigan, made of light knitted chiffon, which only reached below my breasts, revealing my slender waist under the black knit top. It had four buttons, but I buttoned three, so only my neck was visible above. Hehe, that's fine now. I found a pair of 6cm high heels—black with red soles, crystal clear uppers, open-toe, and lace-up. Of all the shoes like these, these were a bit too low.
After getting dressed, I looked in the mirror—wow! A youthful, radiant, and adorable young female host was about to appear!
Continuing from the introduction, I toasted everyone in turn. After just one round, I was already sweating profusely and feeling a bit excited. Strange, I hadn't drunk any alcohol today!
"It's hot, so take off your shirts. We're old and get cold easily; the heating's on high in the room," Grandpa Wu said.
Oh, I see. I suddenly realized what was happening and returned to my seat, taking off my beige Korean-style jacket. Just then, Grandpa Zhang, whom I had just introduced as having difficulty walking, and Grandpa Li, who was blind, came over. I was about to get up when Grandpa Wu pressed down on my fair shoulder and said, "You're tired, take a rest. You don't need to stand up. We're all family, don't be so polite." Grandpa Zhang quickly came over and pressed down on my other shoulder as well. "Yes, yes, don't be so formal."
I felt too embarrassed to struggle any further, so I had a drink with them and listened to their conversation about all sorts of things.
The hand on my shoulder seemed to be moving from side to side. Oh, oh, I'm overthinking again!
Since they were all behind and to my side, I looked up for a while and felt really dizzy, getting dizzier and dizzier. It was probably due to blood congestion, so I straightened my head, leaned my neck against the back of the chair, closed my eyes, and gently rubbed my temples. The hand on my shoulder also left.
Suddenly, someone tugged at the lace trim on my chest. It had no elastic, and it immediately opened wide. I opened my eyes and saw my cleavage, my breasts, my homemade bra, and even my pale belly—all clearly visible! I was about to look up and lash out when I realized it was Grandpa Li, the blind man, reaching for something. My anger vanished instantly. I forgot to straighten my clothes, only thinking about how sincerely Grandpa Li had helped me find what I'd mischievously dropped—I felt guilty!
I sweetly asked, "Grandpa Li, what are you looking for? Let me help you!" "Lili, come, let me toast you. Thank you for coming to such a remote place to help us." I was so moved I almost cried. I was so excited!
Suddenly, a surge of pride welled up inside me, and I took Grandpa Li's glass: "I'll definitely drink this one." I downed it in one gulp. Wow, so spicy! Cough cough… I picked up a Sprite and drank it down too, finally feeling a bit better, only to realize that the cough had splashed some wine on my chest. "Go to the bathroom and wash up, this liquor burns your skin," Grandpa Wu said with concern. "Okay," I replied, going back to my room to use the bathroom.
(Narrator:) I overheard Grandpa Zhang, who had been drinking with Lili, say, "Third Brother, when are we going? I couldn't resist touching that girl's smooth shoulders! Those breasts are so damn white. Hey, didn't you say there were no underwear in that room? Where is she going to find a bra?" Wu Laosan replied, "I just saw it, it's a scarf from a white shirt. This girl's pretty shrewd, haha! Besides, what's the rush? Rape is exciting, but what's fun in all that crying and wailing? Haven't you had enough? It'd
be so much better to have this girl moaning and begging you to rape her!" "Yeah, that's true! Alright, let's try something different."
"Don't rush, the aphrodisiac is already working. Didn't you see she's starting to feel dizzy? The drug works slowly, but the aftereffects are strong..."
"...I was in the bathroom, wiping my chest with a wet towel, but I found that the more I wiped, the more sweat I produced. I looked up and saw myself in the small mirror on the sink. My short, alluring hair, my big, captivating black eyes, my rosy cheeks—much redder than my previous blush—and my pale pink, glossy lips—what a seductive little vixen! My youth should be vibrant!
Ugh! Ugh! He's such a kind old man, and you're always having such wild thoughts. You deserve a beating! I actually slapped my bottom. 'Smack!' The crisp sound made me even more excited. 'Smack!' I slapped it again, and it even sounded like I groaned, 'Oh...' Ah! My nipples were erect, and my homemade white silk bra was almost soaked through, sticking uncomfortably to my breasts." Just as I was about to take off my white silk scarf… Grandpa Wu’s concerned voice came from outside the door: “Lili, are you alright?” I jolted awake, immediately regaining my composure. I tapped my forehead; my head was spinning even more, and my face flushed even redder with embarrassment. I opened the door, apologizing as I walked, “I’m fine. I’m sorry to have worried you!” (Narrator: Wu Laosan glanced at my face, secretly plotting, and smiled mischievously…) Back at the dinner table, I realized the banquet was only halfway over. My desire to perform grew stronger, and I kept glancing at the small stage. Grandpa Wu seemed to read my mind and said, “Aren’t you a little host? Why don’t you go show off? Think of it as a rehearsal for the Mid-Autumn Festival party, see how you engage the audience, and we can learn from you.” I looked at Grandpa Wu with a hesitant expression. He noticed my hesitation and said, “It’s alright, Grandpa will personally take you home tonight.”
I was afraid of going too far, like in last night’s dream, but with Grandpa Wu’s protection, I felt reassured. Grandpa Wu gave me Sprite, so he definitely wouldn't harm me. Besides, he's the director here, so everyone has to listen to him. My last shred of rationality completely vanished.
I happily jumped onto the small stage, picked up the microphone, and said in a sweet voice, "Hello, grandpas! I'm Lili. Today is a rehearsal for the Mid-Autumn Festival party. Shall we all interact?" "Yes..." The voices were so loud and synchronized. It felt great.
I always get excited when I'm on stage; I'm naturally drawn to that feeling, under the lights, only I am there, all the focus is on me. But this time was different. There were no stage lights. I could vaguely see below. Although I'm nearsighted and can't see faces, I could see if anyone's head was facing me. I noticed that three or four heads weren't even looking at me.
I said in an even sweeter voice, "I'll sing a song first. After I finish, everyone has to take turns performing or playing games!" Those heads still didn't turn around. This seriously hurt my professional pride and made me determined to get their attention no matter what.
I ordered a fast-paced disco song, the kind with a long interlude, and started swaying my hips and dancing and singing. When the first interlude came on, those few heads still hadn't caught on. I gritted my teeth and started spreading my black-veiled arms out to the music, shaking my white shoulders, occasionally leaning forward at a 60-degree angle. "Oh..."
I leaned forward, "Oh..." Of course, I knew that my shoulder-shaking motion had now transformed into a swaying of my full, white breasts when I leaned forward at a 60-degree angle. The audience's low growls of "Oh... Oh..." were the best proof that the waves of breasts were hitting their eyes. I was sweating more and more, so excited! Those few heads still hadn't caught on. I refused to believe it. As soon as I stopped shaking my shoulders, they started sighing and groaning. No wonder, I had another trick up my sleeve.
I swayed my slender waist seductively, wiggled my little bottom, and lightly kicked my sexy little feet forward. I lowered the microphone, and with my free hands, I started from one of my forward-curved legs, and began to strok upwards in a flirtatious manner, all the way to my chest. But I didn't stop there. Instead, I reached inside the lace trim and untied the knot in my cleavage. I gently bit my pale pink, glossy lower lip and slowly and delicately pulled out my homemade white silk scarf bra, even wiggling it from side to side at my breasts to show everyone what the white silk scarf was for. Immediately, thunderous screams erupted, making my head spin and further arousing me.
I tossed a white silk scarf into the audience, then swayed my fair shoulders to the music. This time, before I even leaned forward, my 35C breasts were already swaying back and forth within my loose black knitwear, appearing and disappearing intermittently. A frenzy of whistling erupted, and I quickly bent forward to the sound, this time bending to a 90-degree angle. I paused for a moment, looking at my sagging breasts. The firm skin hadn't stretched at all despite the sagging; the snow-white, tender flesh shone brightly against the black knitwear. The pink nipples, like large cherries, seemed to be swelling—how lewd!
"Wow!" came the gasp from the entire audience. I picked up the microphone, confidently raising my head, only to find that those heads still hadn't turned. I was going crazy! I refused to believe that such a youthful, voluptuous, and alluring young woman like me couldn't attract these old men! I continued to flaunt my singing, my mind racing with even more outrageous ideas... Finally, the second interlude began. This time, I proudly displayed my ample bosom, my white, tender breasts occasionally peeking out from the gaps in my black knitwear to greet everyone. As soon as I lowered the microphone, a cheer erupted. To respond to their enthusiasm, I bent over again, revealing my entire white, tender breast, then squatted down, my hands moving from my heels upwards, feeling my rounded calves and firm thighs.
My hands rested on my rounded buttocks before I slowly raised my upper body, bent at over 100 degrees. Because of the cheers, I imagined my snow-white, tender flesh and pink nipples—naturally, no one could escape their eyes. I winked at the audience again, tilting my ear, and immediately received a chorus of shouts: "Take it off! Take it off! Take it off..."
So I started pulling down my black stockings from my round buttocks, looking down at my fair thighs and calves, finally reaching my high heels. Finally off, so much cooler! I felt. I kicked the stockings at the audience, causing a small commotion, followed by sighs and groans. I looked down and realized why – the black stockings were gone, but the pleated skirt still covered everything, only revealing my calves. How could that satisfy everyone?
I put a dark, glossy finger to my lips, as if to say, don't despair, there's more to come. I unbuckled my wide pink and white belt, pulled up the elastic of my white tulle skirt, and spun around, my legs and body spinning 360 degrees. The sheer white tulle skirt billowed out, fully unfurling.
I quietly lowered my head, waiting for it to fall completely. The first thing I saw was the outline of ultra-thin pantyhose, then the mysterious inverted triangle shadow, with a small, elongated strip of skin faintly visible in the middle. The center seemed to be getting increasingly wet, the moisture spreading… Then, the firm, rounded thighs finally appeared. After a moment of silence, a frenzied roar finally erupted… After the curtain fell, I confidently raised my head, only to find that those heads still hadn't turned. I suddenly thought of Grandpa Li, the blind man. How confusing! Were they blind? Or were they just nearsighted?
Thinking this, I went to the edge of the stage to ask Grandpa Wu. He smiled and replied, “They… one has a crooked neck, and two are strabismus. They’ve all been staring at you!” Ugh, I’m so angry! I shouldn’t have put in so much effort.
Now look what's happened, half of my clothes are gone... Everyone seems pretty normal, so it doesn't matter. I've had a blast anyway. Luckily, Grandpa Wu is here to protect me, and besides, I'm having a good time. So I confidently walked back onto the stage and sweetly said, "It's the grandpas' turn to perform! Who wants to go first?" After a moment of silence, afraid of an awkward silence, I raised the microphone and said coquettishly, "Grandpas, is there really no one willing to come up and play games with Lili?" While winking my big eyes at the audience, I used my other hand to rub my thigh from my side towards the center. My dark fingers stopped on my inner thigh, and my hand pressed down on the thin white gauze dress, revealing a smooth expanse of tender flesh under the hazy white gauze, along with the shadow of my secret garden and the protruding mons pubis... This trick worked immediately, and people started signing up right away. Several old men came up on stage and said they had a game called "Super Low Altitude Flight," asking me to play it. The name sounded interesting, and of course, I happily agreed!
An old man borrowed a microphone and explained the rules: all participants had to crawl under a
horizontal bar that was gradually lowered in height. Hands behind their backs, bodies could only lean back, not forward. Anyone who knocked the bar down or whose body, except for their feet, touched the ground lost. If everyone made it safely, the last person to pass would lose, and the loser would have to drink a large glass of strong liquor as punishment.
Wow! I didn't want to drink that strong liquor, I thought nervously. But then I thought, it wouldn't be right for me to not participate in the first game that had supported me! Then I thought, with my flexible back, would I lose to these old men? Hmm, I'll give it a try! I encouraged myself.
At this moment, the old men had already set up the bar. There were five of us in total. I stood in the middle, facing the audience, in a row. The old man with the microphone stood to the side, acting as the referee, watching the bar. I heard him shout, "Hands behind your back, ready... Go!" We all leaned back simultaneously, looking at the ceiling, and moved forward inch by inch with difficulty.
Narrator: Taking advantage of Lili's inattention, Wu Laosan quickly pulled a bottle from his pocket and poured it all into a large glass of Sprite, muttering to himself, "I'm going all in. I'll triple the amount for you, let's see what new tricks you can pull." His eyes, however, were fixed on the stage.
The black toes peeking out from the crystal-clear high heels led up to the smooth, veiny instep, slender ankles, and then to the taut calves beneath the almost completely transparent white gauze dress. The smooth, supple thighs leaned back, the white gauze dress hanging completely between the legs, revealing a small, skin-colored strip... seemingly damp, with sparse pubic hair, and a full mons pubis protruding upwards.
"So tempting! Worth it! For this voluptuous little slut, it's worth spending another three thousand on a bottle of aphrodisiac oil," Wu Laosan muttered.
By this time, I was far ahead of the grandfathers beside me, because the bar had reached my confident waist. I glanced at the grandfathers on either side, and the bar was still just below their waistbands; they were still trying to lean back lower.
Hehe! Just as I was feeling smug, thinking I was about to win, a problem arose: the bar had reached the lower edge of my breasts—it was parallel! Ah, I have 35C breasts, which means I need to go another 10-14 centimeters lower to get past the bar. Speechless, for the first time, I thought, "How wonderful it would be if my breasts were smaller!" I bent back with all my might, feeling the sheer pantyhose tightening more and more. "Oh…" It felt like my mons pubis was being torn apart, so tight! I
reached my limit. I looked up and saw the bar was only halfway down my breasts! A brilliant idea struck me! I suddenly remembered the ribbon on the back of my black knitwear that adjusted the mesh in the front. Could I use it to pull my breasts down?
But then I remembered that this would turn the mesh into round holes the size of ancient coins (square-holed round coins).
Suddenly, I realized that the grandfathers on both sides had somehow escaped their predicament and were almost overtaking me. Never mind, I didn't want to drink that strong liquor again. So, I reached behind my back, touched the ribbon above, tied a slipknot, and pulled it open forcefully to both sides. "Yay!" I exclaimed, thrilled that it had worked.
My 35C breasts quickly sank, flattening to a B-shape, perfectly parallel to the horizontal bar. I could continue. Just as I was feeling pleased, I discovered that my chest was truly a expanse of white flesh. After the mesh was tightened, it indeed turned into round holes the size of ancient coins (square-holed round coins). That flat chest shape, those patches of snow-white, tender flesh, were so tempting!
Without realizing it, I blushed, a warm current seemed to surge in my lower abdomen, and my breathing became rapid. Suddenly, I realized—that was…ah…that was my nipple! In the center of one of the round holes…it was proudly erect! My breathing became even more erratic. Ah... my nipple... it's engorged again, turned into a big cherry, so pink and tender... Oh... it hit the bar, the bar wobbled but didn't fall, instead it hit my pink cherry again, ah... so tingly! "Thump," I also lay flat on the stage, my whole body weak and sore.
Someone helped me sit up. I looked and saw it was Grandpa Wu. He handed me a beige Korean-style jacket, saying, "Quickly put this on, I'll cover you up." He then squatted down between me and the audience. I looked at Grandpa Wu, confused. He pointed to my chest and turned away. I looked down, feeling dizzy, and oh my god! The mesh of my black knit sweater was torn in several places, exposing my right 35C breast, which was dazzlingly white! The tear went all the way up to my stomach.
So I turned around and quickly took off the black knit sweater and put on the beige Korean-style jacket. Huh? The jacket, which had four buttons, now only had the top one left. Buttoning it up, I realized that because the jacket only reached below my breasts and was made of thin knitted chiffon, and the bottom three buttons were missing, the jacket had become a chiffon shawl.
From the single button at the neck down, the jacket spread diagonally to both sides, the lower edge just covering the pink areolas and nipples. A third of the two semi-circular breasts were still exposed, the white, tender chest forming an equilateral triangle, with half of each breast showing; the areolas and nipples weren't much better, appearing and disappearing under the semi-transparent chiffon material. Just then, I heard the microphone say, "Miss Lili, are you scared? Trying to avoid punishment at the very beginning of the game?" I quickly turned around from behind Grandpa Wu and shouted back, "Of course not!" This was on stage, and my strong professional pride told me I couldn't give up on the first try. But I regretted it as soon as I said it—that huge cup! It tasted awful!
Just then, I saw Grandpa Wu walk onto the stage with a large cup, winking at me as he handed it to me. Understanding perfectly, I carefully took it and smelled it—it was indeed Sprite! I absolutely loved Grandpa Wu. I happily gave Grandpa Wu a playful wink, raised my glass to everyone, and said sweetly, "Grandpas, Lili wishes you a happy Mid-Autumn Festival in advance, and a long and healthy life!" Then I happily downed my Sprite. Hmm? Why does it taste a bit like mooncake oil? Hmm, I guess I accidentally spilled some on the glass.
I happily handed the empty glass back to Grandpa Wu and sweetly asked, "Grandpa, what games would you like to play? I'll play with you." "I'm clumsy, I don't know how to play," Grandpa Wu replied憨憨地.
Looking at Grandpa Wu's honest face, I thought I must repay him properly. "Hmm… how about I sing you a song? What would you like to hear?" I continued.
"Singing? How about a lively dance? And maybe take off a couple of clothes, everyone, right?" It sounded like the voice of the old lecherous Director Wu. "Yes! Hoo… hoo…" A chorus of cheers erupted from the audience.
I took off two more pieces, then looked down at myself: a chiffon shawl, a white long skirt, sheer open-toe pantyhose, and crystal high heels—only four pieces, and shoes don't count as clothes. I felt stifled… The sound of the music grew increasingly intense, and my spoiled, spoiled temper flared. I disregarded all decorum and retorted sharply, "Hmph!
Dream on! I only took them off because I was hot." I stuck my tongue out at Director Wu and made a face.
Turning around, I saw Grandpa Wu with his head down, seemingly hesitating about something. A warm current spread from my lower abdomen, and I became even more excited. I boldly asked, "Grandpa, do you want to see it too?" Grandpa hesitated, nodding and then shaking his head. I understood. I took a deep breath, and the warm current from my lower abdomen rushed to my brain. I turned to everyone and teased, "Today, I'm in a good mood, so I'm going to dance for my grandpa. Consider it a bargain for you all, and you should thank Grandpa Wu!" "Roar! Long live Grandpa Wu…" A cheer erupted.
I asked someone to help bring a chair up and place it in the center of the stage so Grandpa Wu could sit down. Grandpa Wu has been so kind to me, so of course I wanted to give him special treatment and let him see me more clearly. I picked out a slow disco song that was playing on repeat, stood behind Grandpa Wu, and as the music started, my little hands gently slipped under his shoulders, groping to cross over his chest. My head tilted to the side of his head, and my pale pink, glistening lips were right next to his ear as I sweetly said, "Grandpa, you have to protect me later!" I breathed a warm breath into his ear.
"Leave it to me," Grandpa said firmly, his voice trembling slightly.
I felt more at ease, and as I relaxed, a warm current rushed from my lower abdomen to my brain, making me feel a little dizzy… I wanted to… I softly replied, “Thank you, Grandpa! Don’t be nervous, relax.” Then I stuck out my long little tongue and licked Grandpa’s earlobe, lower ear, ear canal, all the way up to his upper ear, to comfort his tense body, while my big eyes blinked and flirted with the audience.
Another whistle came from the audience, stimulating my excited nerves. I straightened up, looked at Grandpa, wrapped one arm around his neck, and slowly walked out from beside him with a cat-like gait, swaying my hips and waist to the music.
When I was in front of Grandpa, I reluctantly let go of his fingers, turned to face the audience, and began to twist my waist and sway my hips, squatting up and down, wildly twisting my body, my little head bobbing wildly. When I squatted down and made a human wave motion from my head forward and upward, there was another cheer. I stopped my wild head-swaying and gave the audience a flirty wink in response to their enthusiasm.
As soon as I stopped, I felt that warm current rush down my neck. I raised my small, delicate hands and followed it down to caress my soft neck, then continued downwards, touching my fair chest. I spread my palms to the sides, and through the semi-transparent chiffon, I lifted my breasts... Oh... They're so hot! Sometimes I squeezed them together, sometimes I kneaded them up and down... Ah... So tingly... When I released my hands, my 35C breasts immediately bounced back into my palms, so full... Hmm... I then used my index fingers and thumbs, painted with black nail polish, to gently pinch the two nipples hidden under the white gauze... Ah... So numb... Hmm... I rotated and rubbed them... Hmm... They're so big... So hot...
"Hmm..." I tilted my head back, feeling the stimulation of my caresses. I was covered in fragrant sweat, and finally couldn't help but let out a soft hum. Looking up, I noticed the audience, though all heads were turned towards me, had stopped cheering and were only breathing heavily.
I felt guilty for only enjoying myself and forgetting about the audience. No wonder they were angry!
So I released my breasts and moved my hands down, pinching the two hems of my chiffon shawl. I gently swayed my shoulders and leaned forward. When my upper body was fully extended, the hems of my shawl flew open, revealing my snow-white, full breasts, which bounced out like two little white rabbits, swaying from side to side. Immediately, the audience roared, "Aww... Aww..."
"The little white rabbits have attracted the big bad wolf, haha!" I said happily, "You can't catch them!" Then I pulled back, covering them with my shawl again. "Sigh..." came a deflated sound. My mischievous nature led me to lean forward again, lift the hem, and fling out my little white rabbits. "Aww..." The wolf was at it again. Back again... fling out again... Haha, teasing the wolf is so much fun!
Just as I was having a great time, "Sigh!" came another sigh from behind me. Damn it, how could I forget about my dear Grandpa Wu? I was performing to repay him! I quickly turned around, leaned forward, lifted the covers, and flung the little white rabbit out so Grandpa could see it too. Grandpa's eyes looked so big! He leaned his head forward as well.
"Can't Grandpa see clearly?" I thought to myself, and leaned forward even more, the little white rabbit swinging from side to side bumping into Grandpa's face. His skin was so rough! It made my breasts turn red. I couldn't cry out in pain; I had to repay Grandpa properly.
"Ah..." My nipple flew into Grandpa's mouth! How embarrassing! But it's so warm... Grandpa pressed his front teeth against my nipple, oh... it feels so good... Grandpa even used his tongue to push my nipple from side to side, as if he wanted to spit it out...
um... oh... I quickly grabbed Grandpa's shoulders with both hands because my whole body was so sore and weak, I almost fell, and my upper body leaned even more against Grandpa. Grandpa also held my little white rabbit, and even held it with his whole hand, as if he wanted to help me pull it out of his mouth.
I looked at Grandpa gratefully, and said in a trembling voice:

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