【The Fallen Goddess】(06) Author: xxting

Author: xxting
Word Count: 10816

Chapter Six: Beauty Like a Flower, Flower Like a Dream

"Goodness, who are you meeting dressed so sexily so late at night?" Zhao Jie
teased Xia Qianting in a strange tone as she entered the room. "What's sexy about it... I'm going to take a shower..." Qianting said, taking off her shoes as she made excuses.
"Oh, have you been crying?" Zhao Jie's sharp eyes left Qianting speechless. "No, don't guess!" Qianting
changed into slippers and hurriedly ran into her room.
She grabbed a large handful of makeup remover, cotton pads, face wash, toner, and other items, then rushed into the bathroom. To escape Zhao Jie's incessant questioning,
Qianting retorted, "Didn't you tell me you had something to tell me when I came back?"

Zhao Jie was much more shrewd than Qianting. Seeing Qianting's behavior, she knew there was something fishy going on, so
she didn't reply. She just leaned against the door and watched Qianting carefully removing her makeup in front of the sink and mirror. Suddenly, Zhao Jie
seemed to notice something. She slowly approached Qian Ting, saying slowly and deliberately, "I guess
..." Qian Ting was removing her lipstick with a cotton pad, her mouth agape. Hearing Zhao Jie's words, she casually replied
, "Huh? What?" Before she could finish speaking, Zhao Jie abruptly pulled up the skirt of Qian Ting's dress,
exposing her bare bottom, hidden beneath her stockings. Qian Ting never expected Zhao Jie to discover she wasn't wearing underwear. She
screamed and dodged to the side, hurriedly pulling her skirt down, deeply regretting that she had rushed
to remove her makeup without changing first. "You're so annoying!" "Oh my god, you dare say that to me?" Zhao Jie laughed so hard she couldn't stand up straight.
"Campus belle, confess now! Heavy makeup, a super short skirt, super high heels, and bare bottom
—went to see your lover?" "Get lost! I'm not talking to you anymore, don't bother me while I'm removing my makeup!" Seeing that she was about to
be exposed, Qian Ting had no choice but to resort to brute force. Zhao Jie wasn't angry, and chuckled as she walked away. "Then hurry up, you
'll catch a cold if you're not wearing underwear!" "Get lost! You're driving me crazy!" Qian Ting was amused and laughed as she scolded.

After removing her makeup, Qian Ting took a refreshing hot shower. Standing under the showerhead, she closed her eyes and quietly
enjoyed the hot water, as if it could wash away the memories of the whole day. More than half an
hour later, Qian Ting emerged from the shower with her hair still wet. The air conditioner made the living room cool and pleasant.
Zhao Jie was leisurely watching TV on the sofa, her eyes narrowed as she stared at Qian Ting, making Qian Ting feel
uncomfortable . Qian Ting pretended to be angry and glared at Zhao Jie. "What are you looking at? Haven't you ever seen a beautiful woman before?" she said
, walking over and sitting down next to Zhao Jie to watch TV as well. Zhao Jie affectionately linked her arm with Qian Ting's. "Hey,
tell me what happened. I was worried about you." Qian Ting really wanted to confide in her. Although
Zhao Jie started off teasing and sarcastic, it was a display of close friendship between best friends. Qian Ting hesitated for a while, but under Zhao
Jie's concerned questioning, she finally confessed what happened that night. After listening, Zhao Jie angrily cursed, "That guy surnamed Ding,
I knew he was a playboy from the start, none of them are good people!" "Sigh, I shouldn't have gone in the first place."
Qian Ting didn't really hate Ding Xiaofeng and Li Rongbin to the core; it seemed that after being with them, she couldn't bring herself to hate them anymore
. "You're just too docile... It's all Chen Ming's fault. That heartless guy
doesn't care about you at all, only caring about his own future!" Zhao Jie shifted her anger to Chen Ming. Qian Ting smiled bitterly, feeling helpless.

Zhao Jie comforted Qian Ting for a while, then suddenly remembered something. "Oh right, about what I wanted to tell you before, do you
... remember Ge Tao?" "Yeah, isn't he the guy you had a crush on for 3 or 4 years in junior and senior high school?"
Qian Ting immediately pictured the fair-skinned, handsome boy with excellent grades. "What's wrong?"
"Well... things didn't work out between us after he went to Beijing for university... Now it seems he's coming back
next month to stay for two weeks and invited a bunch of us classmates to dinner." "Oh, dinner is dinner,
what's the big deal?" Qian Ting was a little confused. "Well... I'm thinking of asking him out to dinner alone,
do you think that's appropriate?" "Ugh, you should ask Wang Tianchi if he thinks it's appropriate, right?" "Oh dear..." Zhao Jie
threw her hand away in frustration. "I knew you'd say that!" Qian Ting quickly changed her tune and comforted her, "It's just dinner, it's
nothing." Zhao Jie chimed in, "Yeah, just dinner, we can chat alone and have some fun, maybe at a karaoke bar." " I'm
not going ." "Get lost, you bad guy!" Qian Ting, angered by the teasing, punched her.
Amid Zhao Jie's feigned "Ouch," Qian Ting stood up angrily and went back to her room, saying as she walked, "I don't care about you anymore! I won't
tell Wang Tianchi."

Several days passed, and Xia Qian Ting couldn't sleep well at night. Every time she closed her eyes, the scene of being violated in that brightly lit,
noisy . The dual stimulation of her body and mind made Qian Ting feel more and more ashamed
and unbearable. Moreover, the more she thought about it, the more desire she felt. Often, her vagina would become wet without her realizing it, and the familiar emptiness in her body made Qian
Ting toss and turn, unable to sleep. That day, just as Qian Ting was tossing and turning in bed, unable to fall asleep,
she vaguely heard intermittent sounds coming from outside the door that she had forgotten to close properly before going to bed: "Hmm...hmm...oh oh..." Qian Ting was startled.
No matter how she listened, it sounded like a woman's moans, just like the sounds she made when she had sex. "What's going on?"
Suspicious, Qianting quietly got out of bed, slipped on her slippers, and carefully made her way to the stuffy living room. Zhao Jie's door was ajar
, and the sounds of moaning and groaning were coming from her room. "Oh my god, is she...?" Qianting
's heart pounded, but out of concern and curiosity, she still quietly moved to Zhao Jie's doorway. The door was
a foot wide open, directly facing the bed in the middle. Qianting almost screamed when she saw Zhao Jie sitting on the bed, facing
the door , completely naked. Her long, wavy hair covered her face, and the white wire of an earphone
was faintly visible through her hair. Her large, teardrop-shaped breasts hung precariously on her chest, the nipples slightly upturned
. Her legs were stretched out on either side, and a laptop sat on the bed in the middle, with what looked like a QQ
video window. Zhao Jie's body trembled slightly, and her right arm, facing the door, swayed gently.
Qianting looked closely and noticed that Zhao Jie was holding a purple, strip-shaped object in her right hand, moving it back and forth between her legs,
occasionally letting out the same kind of seductive moans she had just heard.

Qianting had watched adult videos with Chen Ming before and knew that the purple object was probably a vibrator, but she had always thought that
only actresses used such things for filming. She never expected that her best friend would have one, and
even use it naked in front of others. Qianting carefully examined the images in the video chat on the computer with some unease.
Her eyes were sore from looking at the video, and she finally confirmed that the person video chatting with Zhao Jie was indeed Wang Tianchi. "Thank goodness..." Qianting
breathed a sigh of relief, but then blushed with embarrassment. "How could I have thought she was with someone else... really..."

Just as Qianting hesitated about whether to go back the way she came, Zhao Jie's movements suddenly quickened, her legs bent
, and her arms swayed, causing her magnificent breasts to swing from side to side. Although she tried
to suppress her moans, they still became much louder. "Ahhh... Husband, I'm coming... Ah... Fuck me hard...
Fuck me to death... Ahhh..." The explicit language made Qianting blush instantly. "So she and Wang
Tianchi are having sex online..." Thinking of having sex online, Qianting inevitably remembered that she had done the same thing with Li Rongbin, who was pretending to be "President Li" on QQ.
She couldn't help but feel frustrated and angry, and she made a fierce decision. Inside the room, Zhao Jie
bit her lip and let out a trembling "Ahhhhhh," suddenly pressing her left leg tightly against her right,
tilting her body to one side, her legs tightly clamping her right hand inserted between them, her body struggling back and forth. "She's
having an orgasm ..." Qian Ting, seeing a woman climax from an outsider's perspective for the first time, was actually a little
excited, her vagina even becoming a little wet.

Standing in the living room without the air conditioning on, Qian Ting was already slightly sweaty. She turned around, intending to quietly return to her room,
when she heard Zhao Jie scream behind her, followed by the sound of a laptop closing with a "snap." "You were
peeping!" Zhao Jie blushed and pointed at Qian Ting, shouting, "You... how long have you been here?" Qian Ting quickly explained,
"No, no, I just heard you... making noises, so I... came to check..." "Oh my god, you..."
Zhao Jie was about to get out of bed when she suddenly realized she was naked. She quickly grabbed the nightgown from the headboard and put it on before jumping down
and pouncing on Qian Ting. Xiting looked wronged, reaching out to twist Zhao Jie's hands together. "Okay, okay, I just
saw !" "Okay my foot! I'll kill you!" Zhao Jie threatened while laughing. In her panic, Xiting tried to
change the subject. "Stop, stop messing around. What is that? Let me see?" Zhao Jie stopped abruptly, looking at
Xiting who was slightly out of breath after the scuffle. She turned around, picked up the vibrator from the bed, and tossed it
onto the bed next to Xiting. "Here, for you." Xiting hesitated for a moment, blushing, and picked up
what looked like the handle with two fingers, holding it up to her eyes. "It feels pretty bouncy." "Yeah, the surface is
like . You can touch it if you don't believe me." Zhao Jie, now calmer, had tidied herself up and came over to let Xiting sit on the bed.
"Why are you using this?" Xiting asked. "Using this... it's quite comfortable. Have you been alone for too long
and don't want to that?" Xiting uttered an "uh..." and then her awkward silence gave the answer. Zhao Jie
smiled and hugged Qian Ting. "Hey? By the way, do you want to try it?" "Go away, I don't need that," Qian Ting said
with a disdainful look. "I'm going back to sleep!" Zhao Jie reached out and pressed Qian Ting down. "You went to bed at 10 pm
, and it's past midnight now, and you're still not asleep. You still say you don't want to?" "I can't sleep, but it's not because I want to... well..." Qian Ting couldn't
find the words for a moment. "Hey, since you can't sleep anyway, maybe trying it will help you sleep better!" Qian

Ting had just watched Zhao Jie and her boyfriend play online sex games, and she was actually quite excited, but she was too embarrassed to admit it. With Zhao Jie's insistence, she relented and acquiesced. Under Zhao Jie's urging, the shy Qian Ting took off her nightgown and underwear, and half-sat on the large headboard. Qian Ting's breasts were very firm. Although she was half-lying down, they were only slightly parted to the sides, still forming two erect hemispheres. Zhao Jie leaned against , her right hand holding a vibrator, and gently pressed it against Qian Ting's vulva. "Ah..." Qian Ting involuntarily groaned as soon as she touched it. "Wow, you're all wet..." Zhao Jie said in surprise. "Oh, don't embarrass me..." Qian Ting turned her face away shyly. "Relax," Zhao Jie said, gently pushing the vibrator into Qian Ting's vagina "Ah, ah..." Qian Ting hummed softly, her tender labia reluctantly swallowing the vibrator little by little, the rapidly increasing vaginal fluid making the vibrator glisten. "My God... you're so sensitive..." Zhao Jie said as she slowly thrust the vibrator in and out. "Ugh... ah... ah..." Qian Ting was barely able to speak, her legs instinctively clamping together, but as soon as she did, she realized that Zhao Jie's hand couldn't move, so she quickly opened them again. "Relax..." Zhao Jie gently guided her. "Oh... no... I can't take it anymore..." Qian Ting gasped and squeezed out a sentence. "It's okay..." To get Qianting fully into the mood, Zhao Jie lowered her head and leaned close to Qianting's breasts, taking one of her slightly hardened nipples into her mouth and teasing it with her tongue. "Ah ...no..." Qianting's nipples were very sensitive, and with just a few teasings from Zhao Jie, she became completely captive , only wanting the vibrator inside her vagina to go deeper and harder. Driven by desire, Qianting disregarded her shame, reaching out her right hand to take the vibrator from Zhao Jie and forcefully inserting it into her vagina. Zhao Jie almost didn't recognize the beautiful woman chasing sexual pleasure in front of her as her good friend . She saw Qianting's fair and slender hands tightly gripping the vibrator, inserting it into herself at an unbelievable speed. Her pink, tender vagina was forcefully stretched open, glistening with moisture as the vibrator was drawn out, constantly producing streams of love fluid. Her flat, firm abdomen would bulge and tighten from time to time, and her two small nipples were completely erect. Qianting was completely absorbed in her own world, her moans sounding so sensual to Zhao Jie: "Ah...oh...ah...um..." Zhao Jie couldn't help but feel excited too, her heart tightening. She couldn't resist leaning in and sealing Qianting's increasingly intense moans with her own. "Mmm..." Qianting was almost at her climax when suddenly she smelled a sweet fragrance – it was Zhao Jie kissing her. "She actually kissed me ..." The strange sensation didn't make Qianting resist; instead, Zhao Jie extended her tongue and began to kiss her passionately. Then she felt Zhao Jie grab her left hand and pull it to a wet, soft spot. "Ah..." Qianting, who had never been intimate with a woman before, had eyes filled with desire. Zhao Jie's fingers, which were covering Qianting's left hand, gently pressed twice. Qianting, understanding immediately, pressed and rubbed Zhao Jie's vulva vigorously. "Mmm... Ahhh..." Zhao Jie immediately let out a seductive moan in Qianting's ear, her warm breath on her ear and neck bringing Qianting to the brink of orgasm. "Mmm... I'm coming..." Qianting suddenly thrust her chest upwards, her legs tightly clamping her right arm, but her wrist continued to frantically thrust the vibrator. "Ah..." With a scream , Qianting's entire body arched, trembling violently, her vulva contracting repeatedly in the throes of orgasm.

Sucking on the vibrator that was almost completely inserted, streams of vaginal fluid kept squeezing out from the edges. During her orgasm, Qianting struggled
, moaning loudly, while still thrusting the vibrator in and out of her vagina. After a long while, she finally
collapsed weakly onto the bed, her hands clasped between her curled legs. The vibrator was still inserted in her overflowing vagina,
tilted slightly downwards, and patches of flushed skin peeked out from her face, which was hidden by her beautiful hair. Zhao
Jie stood by for a while, and seeing that Qianting had almost finished, she reached out and
pulled the vibrator out of her already soaked vagina. Qianting couldn't help but let out two more soft moans, burying her head in the pillow, too ashamed to look
at Zhao Jie.

Zhao Jie called Qian Ting's name twice, but Qian Ting just shook her head and refused to speak. Zhao Jie simply reached out and grabbed one of Qian Ting's
breasts kneading it hard twice. "Ugh! What are you doing!" Qian Ting hurriedly sat up and broke free,
looking at Zhao Jie with a reproachful expression, then couldn't help but laugh embarrassedly, "Oh, you've ruined me!" Zhao Jie scoffed,
"You were the one who made yourself so wanton..." "Ugh, you're so annoying..." Qian Ting felt ashamed and hugged Zhao Jie,
falling back onto the bed. "You even kissed me! You're responsible!" "Who told you to be so lewd..." Satisfied by her orgasm,
Qian Ting didn't care about Zhao Jie's description of her at all, instead excitedly telling Zhao Jie, "Hey, this thing..." " It seems
pretty comfortable..." "Right? Should I buy one for you on Taobao?" "Hmm... sure!" Qianting
agreed without thinking, turning to reach for her underwear. Zhao Jie looked at Qianting's round, perky
buttocks suddenly seemed to be reminded of something, saying, "Hey, I just realized your pussy is so pretty!" "No way, they're
all the same..." Qianting said shyly, "Really, it's so much prettier than mine." "What's so
great about ? I'm actually envious of your big breasts!" "Too big isn't good either..." The two girls were talking about
their private matters when Qianting yawned, "Really... I'm really sleepy..." "Haha, goodnight~" Zhao Jie
waved to Qianting.

Zhao Jie really did buy Xia Qianting a vibrating vibrator. When it was given to Xiting,
she blushed deeply, but despite her shyness, she had actually fallen in love with this magical device.
Especially after using it a few times initially, the intense pleasure of orgasm left
an increasingly , occasionally surfacing to tempt her, leading to
more and more frequent use.

At school, Xia Xiting remained the focus of attention and pursuit. In her early twenties, beyond her youthful
beauty, she gradually exuded a noble and sexy aura, and her increasingly mature
style of dress further captivated many upperclassmen and underclassmen. Rumors of Xiting and Chen Ming's breakup began to circulate, and some male graduate
students started tentatively pursuing her. At this point, Xia Xiting was aware of her own attractiveness and
no longer kept her aloof as before. Instead, by maintaining a comfortable distance from her suitors,
she gained a lot of information about internships and employment. Even when she went to enroll in driving school, some boys proactively
helped her enroll in the manager's class through acquaintances, paying only the price of the regular class.

Xiting's driving instructor was a thin, dark-skinned young man surnamed Hu. He wasn't tall, but he wasn't ugly.
His small eyes were bright, his nose was straight, his cheeks were sunken, and his square jaw was angular. Every day, he wore a
short-sleeved t-shirt and shorts that rattled loosely on his body. The other young man in the car with Xia Xiting was named Zhang Yingqiang.
He was much more handsome than the instructor, about 1.75 meters tall, with a well-proportioned build, a broad face, large,
bright eyes, and a neatly trimmed short haircut. He was always cheerful. Unlike the stern and unapproachable driving instructors Qianting had heard about
, Coach Hu was quite amiable and rarely lost his temper.
Zhang Yingqiang was also a cheerful and outgoing person, so Qianting enjoyed her early morning driving lessons. After becoming familiar with
the instructor , Qianting and Zhang Yingqiang often called him "Coach Hu" to excuse their poor performance. Fortunately,
both were quite clever, and Coach Hu didn't mind, at most offering a few playful reprimands, which they quickly laughed off
. A week passed, and Qianting and Zhang Yingqiang successfully passed their second driving test. They had developed a
camaraderie, and after chatting for a while, they exchanged contact information. During their conversation, Qianting learned that Zhang Yingqiang was actually
the chief photographer of the famous "Beauty's Diary Photography" studio in the city. She jokingly said that she would get
a discount if she went there for a photoshoot, and Zhang Yingqiang took it seriously and patted his chest, saying, "No problem!" Actually, Qianting was just saying it casually, but after finishing her driving practice
and returning to Ginkgo Garden, she casually mentioned it to Zhao Jie. Unexpectedly, Zhao Jie suddenly became interested, "Really?
Come on , let's go take some photos together!" "Then I'll put in a good word for you, you can go. I've had my photos taken before, so I'll skip it."
Qianting doesn't like to meddle, but Zhao Jie is very enthusiastic and keeps urging her, "Hey, let's take some photos of our girlfriends! We're going to
be seniors soon! We won't have time to take photos later, and we'll be too old by then!" Qianting
can never do anything about Zhao Jie, and she finally agreed to ask again next time she had her driving practice.

When Zhang Yingqiang heard that Xia Qianting wanted to take photos with her best friend, he was very enthusiastic. "The quality of a photo studio mainly depends on
the props costumes. For a 'girls' theme, it's essential to have matching outfits. We probably have the most diverse selection
. Come to us, and I'll personally handle the arrangements. At least a 50% discount, all original photos included, satisfaction guaranteed!" Qianting was too embarrassed to refuse after Zhang Yingqiang's enthusiastic
introduction , so she went back and told Zhao Jie the truth. Zhao Jie was very happy, "That's such
a good deal! It seems that having a beautiful woman on hand really works!" Qianting had no choice but to call
Zhang Yingqiang schedule the shoot for Saturday.

"Beauty's Diary" was located on the busiest pedestrian street in the city center, right
next to a row of clothing and sports shoe stores. The background of the storefront was an abstract silhouette of a woman's profile, with the three large characters "Beauty's Diary" arranged vertically,
decorated with an artistic atmosphere. Xia Qianting walked to the heavy metal and glass door, making a phone call to Zhang Yingqiang as she and
Zhao Jie went inside. The air conditioning inside was very cool, which immediately refreshed Qianting. Although it's the most famous photography studio
in the area , it wasn't as lavish as I'd imagined. The first floor wasn't large, with just a simple
reception desk and two girls in gray uniforms standing there to greet customers. Behind them was a large
"Beauty's Diary" backdrop, just like the entrance. On the other side were three small round tables, each with four
small single sofas neatly arranged around it. Looking further inside, a cream-colored staircase curved and disappeared into the ceiling, its handrail decorated in a European
style. Every few steps on the walls, sample photos, both close-ups and wide shots, were hung in a staggered fashion.
Whether it's a vintage or modern style, the decor is quite charming. Before the receptionist could even ask anything, the stairs began
to creak , and Zhang Yingqiang quickly came down. Seeing Qianting, he smiled and waved, "Welcome, welcome!
Come on up with me!"

Zhao Jie, following behind Zhang Yingqiang, tugged at Qianting's arm and whispered, "She's not ugly!" Qianting smiled
, "Yeah, not bad." The two had arrived wearing matching outfits they'd recently bought—pink and white
striped dresses, the only difference being that Qianting's was round-neck while Zhao Jie's was V-neck. The loose-fitting dresses
made Qianting look pretty and cute, while Zhao Jie, always more flamboyant and playful, didn't seem to mind her
ample bosom and long, deep cleavage exposed at the neckline. Qianting wore candy-pink
pointed-toe heels adorned with rhinestones, while Zhao Jie wore espadrille-style wedges.

Upon reaching the second floor, Zhang Yingqiang's photography assistant, who introduced herself as "Xiao Li," greeted them. She was petite and thin,
wearing a black t-shirt. After a brief exchange of pleasantries with Qian Ting and Zhao Jie, she led them to a room marked "Studio
Two ," where Zhang Yingqiang was already adjusting the lights and taking test shots. Xiao Li reminded Zhang Yingqiang,
"I see they've all come with makeup on, and they look fine now, so why don't we redo their makeup?" Zhang Yingqiang turned
to look at her. "Okay, no problem," Xiao Li agreed, then gestured for Qian Ting and Zhao Jie to sit
among several softboxes on a white background sheet that had been laid out from the walls to the floor. Qian Ting carefully bent her knees together, her hands
supporting her weight slightly shifted inwards to avoid any accidental exposure. Zhang Yingqiang picked up his camera and said with a smile, "Okay,
feel free to be yourself, whether you're being affectionate or fighting, it's all fine." His words amused both Qianting and Zhao Jie. Zhao Jie first
put her arm around Qianting's shoulder, pretending to kiss her cheek. Zhang Yingqiang snapped a few photos, praising, "Not bad!"
Receiving the praise, Zhao Jie simply turned Qianting's face towards herself, leaning in as if to kiss her. Zhang Yingqiang took another
series of photos. Qianting, somewhat annoyed by Zhao Jie's repeated manipulations, raised her hand as if to hit her. Their
movements and poses gradually loosened, and Zhang Yingqiang professionally kept praising them, occasionally exclaiming "Good!" Fully relaxed
, the two beauties began making faces and kissing the camera together. Finally, at Zhao Jie's urging, Qianting also joined
in placing her hands on either side of her chest, bending over, and showing off her cleavage to the camera. Zhang Yingqiang seized the opportunity to capture the moment.

After about 20 minutes, Zhang Yingqiang realized the poses were getting repetitive, so he put the camera down.
"That's enough. Do you want to change the style?" "Change the style?" "Yes, let Xiaoli take you
. Everything has been washed and disinfected. If you're worried, there's a sterilizer in the dressing room." "Okay!" Zhao Jie
grabbed Qianting and followed Xiaoli without a word. The photo studio's dressing room was quite large, over 50 square meters, with large wardrobes
on all four sides . "The matching outfits are all over here," Xiaoli pointed
out from a corner of the room. However, after looking through them for a while, Qianting and Zhao Jie felt the style was very similar to their previous photos, only
differing in style and pattern. Seeing that Qianting and Zhao Jie
seemed suggested, "Beautiful ladies, we also have some more private rooms here. Would you be interested?"
"Private rooms?" Qianting asked casually, "I mean, something a little sexy, like cosplay or something." "
Great Where is it?" Zhao Jie eagerly asked. "Then please follow me," Xiao Li said, leading Qianting and Zhao Jie
up to the third floor.

The third floor of "Beauty's Diary" was divided into two sections. On the right-hand side, only a corridor remained.
Blackout on the windows, and spotlights on the ceiling provided illumination. The other side was divided
into rooms by dark wood partitions, each labeled "Equipment Room," "Studio," "Cloaking Room," and
"Rest Room." Xiao Li led Qian Ting and Zhao Jie inside, opening the door to the walk-in closet. "Beautiful ladies, you
should ," Zhao Jie said excitedly, pulling Qian Ting inside. The room also had
wardrobes on three sides, with two gray square sofa stools in the center. To the right of the entrance was a floor-standing metal clothes rack with
several hangers hooked on it. "This is for cosplay, this is for something a little sexier, this is for swimwear,
this is for shoes, this is for accessories..." Xiao Li pointed out to Qian Ting from the center of the room. "Great!" Zhao Jie went straight to
the wardrobe Xiao Li had mentioned for "something a little sexier." Opening it, she saw a row of hangers on the clothes rack, filled with various colors of
underwear and dresses that looked very small. After flipping through them for a few moments, Zhao Jie exclaimed with delight, "This is great!" Qian
Ting was shocked when she saw it. "Are you crazy? How can this be!" It turned out that what Zhao Jie had thrown on the sofa stool were
two identical sexy lingerie sets, one black and one white, along with thongs. "No, no, I can't wear this!" Qianting
shook her head. "Hey, you're so unfashionable! Why don't you take this opportunity to commemorate it while you're still in good shape? Why wait until you're a fat woman
to take photos?" Zhao Jie said disdainfully. "Hurry up, hurry up~ I'd be willing even if I didn't have a figure as good as yours, what are you dawdling for?"
Xiao Li chimed in, encouraging her. "Yeah, it's okay to do it while you're young. The studio next door specializes in
this kind , and girls often come here. After you change, you can go straight into the studio from here. It'll just be us and the photographer.
I'll call him to come up."

Qianting looked at the small door leading directly to the studio in the room Xiao Li pointed to, but still couldn't muster the courage to try. She could only
stare blankly as Zhao Jie took off her dress, muttering, "I wonder if it'll be see-through," while unhooking her bra.
Without the support of her bra, Zhao Jie's two large breasts sagged under their own weight,
forming teardrop shapes and a semi-circular arc at the bottom. Her nipples curled slightly upwards along this arc, their slightly
brownish areolas standing out prominently. Zhao Jie bent down and picked up a black lingerie
nightgown . The short lace nightgown barely
covered half of Zhao Jie's ample breasts, but thankfully the black lace had a thicker floral print at the nipples, preventing any see-through. Below
the chest was almost transparent black gauze with floral prints, creating a subtly sensual look. Zhao Jie
twisted her body in front of the mirror in the closet, revealing a satisfied expression. "Not bad!" she thought, then bent down, took off her panties, and
put on the matching thong. The narrow fabric nestled into Zhao Jie's buttocks, appearing only as
a thin line at her waist. Xiao Li couldn't help but exclaim, "Sister, you have such a great figure! You look so beautiful in this!" Qian
Ting was also stunned by her best friend's sudden transformation into a stunningly sexy woman. A slight wavering of her competitive spirit crept in.
Zhao Jie tilted her head, tossed her hair over her shoulder, and then tossed the white lingerie set into Qian Ting's arms.
"What are you daydreaming about? Hurry up and try them on!" Xiao Li opened a closet door. "These are shoes over here,
and stockings over here. You can match them. The stockings are all new; I'll give you the wholesale price if you need them."

When Zhang Yingqiang saw the door connecting to the dressing room open and Qian Ting and Zhao Jie walk out, his gaze was completely
drawn to Xia Qian Ting. Usually, Zhang Yingqiang only thought Qian Ting was indeed pretty and a beautiful woman with
a good , but he never expected that she would appear so perfect in such a sexy outfit today, without
a single flaw. Qian Ting's already snow-white skin, dressed in a white sexy nightgown, made her look like a celestial
being . Although her breasts weren't as visually striking as Zhao Jie's next to her, they were very full and firm.
Even without a bra, they still formed a hemispherical shape, filling out the nightgown and naturally
creating a deep cleavage. Beneath the barely visible pajamas, a slender waist and rounded hips formed an unbelievably perfect curve, arousing an
irresistible urge to embrace her. The white thong was only
a small triangle in the front, subtly revealing the dark color of her pubic hair, with traces of it peeking out at the edges. What made Zhang Yingqiang's
blood boil was Qianting's two long legs, completely exposed before him, so straight and slender he could hardly believe
his eyes. Qianting was also wearing white stockings, the wide lace trim pulled high
near her thighs, exuding blatant temptation. Zhang Yingqiang's groin swelled unknowingly, and as he stared in a daze
, Qianting spoke up, "Xiaoli said we'll get the stockings we took apart at cost price, is that okay?"
"No...no problem!" Zhang Yingqiang stammered, his tongue already tied in knots. Zhao Jie chuckled and pulled Qian Ting towards
Zhang Yingqiang saying, "How are we going to pose? Let's get started!"

Taking photos of the two beauties dressed like this was quite a challenge for Zhang Yingqiang. Every movement Zhao Jie made caused her
large breasts to jiggle up and down and side to side, making Zhang Yingqiang's heart pound. Qian Ting's perfect figure
was like a work of art in every gesture, possessing a natural, untouchable aura, but the sheer, revealing
lingerie only amplified her eroticism. Zhang Yingqiang's eyes
were glued to Qian Ting's breasts and pubic area, imagining the nipples and vulva beneath the thin fabric, making him blush and his
camera click rapidly. This was the first time Qian Ting had dressed so
provocatively let alone posing so seductively. With Zhao Jie being even more uninhibited, occasionally grabbing and touching her breasts
, Qian Ting gradually became excited as well. When looking at the camera, her eyes became more alluring and
seductive. Zhang Yingqiang, emboldened, tried to guide Qian Ting and Zhao Jie to film some sexually suggestive scenes. The two
girls, somewhat carried away, didn't object. At Zhang Yingqiang's prompting, they sat side-by-side on the ground, legs bent
and spread , each covering their own and the other's genitals with their hands, allowing Zhang Yingqiang to film them. Zhang Yingqiang
became increasingly excited, making Qian Ting and Zhao Jie pose in various suggestive sexual positions for his viewing pleasure, his
camera clicking incessantly. Finally, at Zhang Yingqiang's insistence, Qian Ting and Zhao Jie knelt side-by-side,
their buttocks raised and pressed together. Xiting's buttocks were round and perky, resembling a full sphere when she bent over.
A white thong peeked out from beneath her, barely concealing her private parts. Zhao Jie's buttocks were also wide,
but somewhat flat, lacking Xiting's allure. Zhang Yingqiang noticed a damp patch the size of a fingernail on Xiting's white
thong , and was both surprised and delighted. He hadn't expected this
usually ethereal beauty to be aroused by his actions.

Xiting was indeed blushing and her heart was pounding; the sexually suggestive gestures had also aroused her. At
Xiao Li 's recommendation, Zhao Jie and Xiting changed into a cosplay office lady uniform. Xiting wore a
semi-transparent chiffon V-neck blouse, so revealing that her pink bra was clearly visible underneath. The neckline was almost plunging to the front
where the cups met, exposing her entire cleavage. The hem of her shirt was tucked into a
gray suit skirt that was so tight it couldn't be tighter and so short it was almost impossible to hide her buttocks when she stood up straight. She wore thin
, flesh-colored pantyhose that hugged her beautiful legs, and then black patent leather pointed-toe high heels with heels
a good 11 centimeters high, making every step she took a delicate one. Zhao Jie was even bolder, wearing
a small, pointed-collar blazer without a bra, revealing a black bra and a large expanse of her white breasts. She wore a tight,
short mini-skirt that slightly bulged out her stomach, and black patent leather peep-toe
heels that revealed her toes painted with bright red nail polish. Xiao Li, standing nearby, kept exclaiming with envy, "
You two have such great figures!"

With Xiao Li's help, Zhang Yingqiang moved a rather modern desk from the adjacent equipment room.
It had a light wood tabletop, simple metal legs, and a long-necked stainless steel lamp that could be bent at will. Two more swivel chairs were brought in
, along with notebooks, pen holders, and other props. Under Zhang Yingqiang's arrangement, Qianting and Zhao Jie
became office colleagues, sometimes sitting across from each other at the desk, posing provocatively, sometimes sitting side-by-side, laughing
and joking, shamelessly displaying their sexy bodies to the camera. Facing Qianting's buttocks tightly encased in a short skirt, her
almost entirely exposed legs, and her slender insteps and calves stretched straight by high heels,
Zhang Yingqiang felt a strong sexual innuendo and became increasingly bold. He started by having Zhao Jie sit while Qianting stood up from across the desk
, bending over and pretending to talk to Zhao Jie. Then he had Xiaoli place a pen on the floor,
making Qianting stand up and bend over to pick it up. Finally, he had Qianting sit on the desk, posing with her legs raised towards the camera.
Qianting was perfectly aware of Zhang Yingqiang's intentions, but an irrepressible excitement compelled her to comply
without hesitation , allowing her private parts to be constantly exposed. Zhang Yingqiang, with his camera positioned low,
relentlessly snapped photos of Qianting's long legs and the barely visible opening of her vulva beneath her stockings.

The lewd atmosphere in the studio lasted for a long time. Exhaustion brought Qianting back to her senses. Just as Zhao
Jie was about to go pick out more clothes to continue shooting, Qianting sat down, took her feet out of her high heels, and stretched slightly.
"Jie, that's enough, that's about it."

Qianting changed back into her original clothes. After calming down, seeing Zhang Yingqiang again made
her quite embarrassed and somewhat regretful for her impulsive decision to let him see almost everything. To break the awkwardness, Qianting deliberately asked
, "This… won't others see it, right?" "Don't worry, I'll take it back and fix it myself."
"I've burned a disc for you; I don't keep any of it." Zhang Yingqiang said sincerely. "Oh, okay, when can I get it?"
"Hmm... how about this, around the middle of next week? You'd better come to my place then to see which ones to keep and which ones
to delete." "Okay, thank you!" Qianting agreed without hesitation.

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