Song Bin was exhausted after a night of "military training".
Fortunately, the last command was to stand at attention, and to stand perfectly straight.
I can't even wear pants anymore.
Song Bin lay paralyzed on the bed like a dead dog, his feelings indescribable in just two sentences.
So much joy, so much sorrow, and, well, I think of dogs.
But I can't just stand there like that forever; I need to vent.
Despite trying various methods, it was all to no avail; they remained standing guard, full of energy.
Song Bin thought to himself, "If Zhou Qiong were here, I could show her just how formidable I really am."
But as time went on, Song Bin's smugness gradually turned into fear.
It's going to explode.
He picked up his phone, ready to ask a doctor for help online, but before he could finish describing the situation, a small advertisement suddenly popped up on the screen.
A stunningly beautiful woman, the kind who offers in-home services.
Song Bin hesitated for only a second before making the call and immediately asked for the most expensive one.
Hearing the sweet, childlike voice calling him "Uncle" over and over, Song Bin's mouth went dry with excitement.
After hanging up the phone, he rushed into the bathroom to take a shower, eagerly anticipating his upcoming journey to paradise.
Having not been with a woman for a long time, he couldn't wait to test whether his "baby" was really healed.
As for Zhou Qiong, Song Bin sneered, "If nothing unexpected happens, good news will come soon."
She's quite popular now; I bet the entertainment headlines will say something like this:
#Famous female action star Zhou Qiong tragically passed away due to a wire stunt accident#
Zhou Qiong's parents died long ago, and she had no siblings. All her inheritance belonged to her legal husband.
Song Bin revealed a sinister smile: Zhou Qiong, it's not that I don't care about our past relationship, you forced me into this first.
I had just finished showering when the doorbell rang.
Song Bin, wrapped in a bath towel, eagerly opened the door.
The first thing you see is a pair of long legs wearing black stockings, white socks and a short skirt, and above that, two towering peaks.
The innocent-looking sailor uniforms were stretched out of shape.
A pink silk scarf was tied into a bow around her snow-white neck, making her look pure and sweet.
Song Bin's Adam's apple bobbed wildly as he looked at the person who had just arrived.
Although her makeup is a bit heavy, she definitely has the figure of a mature woman and the face of a young girl.
This is his favorite flavor.
In his past life, he had also fantasized about how wonderful it would be if Zhou Qiong's figure and Yang Xi's face could be combined.
I never expected that a casual invitation today would lead to meeting my dream guy.
The girl clutched her short skirt with both hands, her pigtails swaying slightly. She didn't say anything, only gave him a shy smile.
Song Bin's breathing became rapid, and all the blood in his body rushed to his head.
His eyes were red, and he pulled the person inside.
While still in the living room, Song Bin couldn't wait to reach out and pull at the girl's clothes.
To his surprise, the girl, who had been shy just moments before, became even more aggressive than him, yanking off his towel and staring intently at his body.
Song Bin was stunned for a moment, then smugly swung his hips: "How about that? You've never seen your uncle this amazing before, have you?"
The girl smiled politely, but a hint of disdain flashed in her eyes.
Her gaze swept over Song Bin's body, lingering on his buttocks for a moment before she nodded in satisfaction.
Her figure is average, but at least she's perky.
Song Bin thought the girl's nod was a compliment to his abilities, and he felt incredibly proud.
The dignity that Zhou Qiong had suppressed so much over the past few days seemed to have returned.
Song Bin grabbed the girl and reached his hand up her breasts, teasingly saying, "Call me 'Uncle' again."
As he touched it, Song Bin suddenly felt that the texture under his hand was not right.
Before he could think it through, the girl said, "Hello, Uncle, my name is Sweetheart, you can call me Little Sweetie."
Song Bin froze instantly.
That voice... why is it so rough? It doesn't sound like a sweet, girlish voice at all.
Song Bin released the person in his arms and looked at them with surprise and uncertainty.
The "girl" removed the pink bow from her neck, revealing her prominent Adam's apple, and then gave him a shy smile.
"Don't worry, Uncle, he's really good at it, I guarantee you'll be satisfied."
Her rough, hoarse voice had eighteen slurs, and paired with her mature figure and loli face, it was eerily creepy.
Goosebumps danced wildly across Song Bin's body, and his brain was completely turned into a mess.
"You...you...you're not a woman."
He stammered as he finished speaking, only to realize he was still naked. He frantically grabbed a cushion from the sofa to cover himself.
"Get out, get out of my house."
Little Sweetie looked aggrieved and walked towards him.
"Don't say that, Uncle. You have to believe me. She's the top girl among the sisters. Everyone who's used her says she's great."
Song Bin's face turned ashen: "Don't come any closer, get out! I want a refund. I'm not interested in transvestites."
Sweetie's eyes turned cold for a moment, then she smiled and said:
"Sorry, we do not accept returns."
"Besides, weren't you the one who initiated the hookup? Why are you pretending to be a respectable person now? What, are clients of prostitutes superior to transvestites?"
Song Bin was filled with shame and indignation, his face flushed red, and he roared at his subordinates to get out.
But he was naked and had no imposing presence at all; instead, he looked like a respectable man being coerced by a thug.
Seeing that Little Sweetie was starting to take off her clothes, Song Bin panicked.
"You're out here selling yourself to make money, I don't need your services. I'll pay you double, take the money and get out."
Britney Spear ripped off her sailor uniform, revealing her well-defined pectoral muscles as her breasts fell to the ground.
"Uncle, that's looking down on people. They have professional ethics. Don't ruin their reputation."
Immediately afterwards, Song Bin's eyes widened.
Little Sweetie imitated Song Bin's posture, swaying her hips, and asked him, "How is it? Uncle, are you satisfied?"
Song Bin's eyes were bloodshot.
"Don't come any closer! I'm warning you, don't come any closer, don't touch me..."
Little Sweetie, a former fitness instructor, subdued Song Bin in no time and snatched the pillow, throwing it away.
Little Sweetie pinched Song Bin's face and said coquettishly:
"Don't worry, baby, they're very skilled."
Song Bin cursed and struggled desperately.
But he was a weakling who hadn't been exercising, and after being tormented by Qi An for a month or so, he was completely exhausted.
The horrific screams echoed through the living room; anyone who didn't know better would have thought a pig was being slaughtered.
In the crew's lounge, Qi An watched the live stream with great interest, quite satisfied with Xiao Tiantian's performance.
This money was well spent.
Song Bin kept going from dizzy to waking up, then dizzy again; he never came down from heaven.
After some time, Little Sweetie grinned at him.
"Uncle, are you satisfied with Sweetie's service? If you are, please remember to give us a five-star review, and we can give you a 10% discount next time."
Song Bin's eyes rolled back, and he completely fainted.
Good news! The standing at attention posture has finally been changed to standing at ease.
Bad news: the chrysanthemums are withered, and the ground is covered in wounds.
Little Sweetie glanced at Song Bin with disdain, then, remembering her mysterious employer's instructions, spat twice on Song Bin's face.
"Pah, not a single good man is any good."
After getting dressed, Little Sweetie took out cosmetics from the donkey bag given to her by her mysterious employer, touched up her makeup, and transformed back into a sweet little girl.
As she stepped out of the villa, Little Sweetie heard the clicking of a camera in the distance.
He held up two fingers, tilted his head, and gave a peace sign to the camera.
This is also one of our businesses.
The employer paid extra.
The paparazzi hiding in the shadows: "..."
Are all people who hook up this brazen these days?
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