Bonus Chapter 1: The Cleaner's Midnight Depravity

Two o'clock in the morning.

On a late autumn night, a cold wind blew in through the cracks in the hotel corridor windows, carrying a damp chill.

Twenty-eight-year-old Zhang Wei pushed his cleaning cart, dragging his weary steps down the third-floor corridor. The wheels rubbed against the carpet, making a monotonous "squeak, squeak" sound, like some kind of lullaby.

The corridor was dimly lit and ambiguous, and the walls were covered with promotional posters for various themed rooms—"Romantic Cherry Blossoms," "SM Dungeon," "Pink Infatuation"... Each poster featured scantily clad models, whose exaggerated poses and expressions looked particularly eerie in the dead of night.

Zhang Wei looked at them expressionlessly.

As a night-shift cleaner who had worked at this sex-themed hotel for six months, he was already numb to it all. Every night, he would clean the rooms that had been "ruined" by the guests, and looking at the sex toys scattered all over the floor and the sheets stained with bodily fluids, he felt only a deep sense of disgust.

Twenty-eight years old, college graduate, average appearance, 1.72 meters tall, slightly overweight, single.

These are all the labels attached to Zhang Wei.

No girlfriend, no savings, not even a plan for the future. He sleeps during the day and cleans rooms after people have sex at night, earning a fixed salary of four thousand yuan. That's his life.

"305、306、307……"

He looked at the cleaning slip in his hand. The last room tonight was 308—the "Pink Obsession" themed room.

"It's this room again..." Zhang Wei cursed under his breath. "This room is always filthy. I wonder what kind of perverted things those rich people do in there..."

He took out his master key and swiped it to open the door.

"Click."

The door opened.

A strong, almost suffocating odor wafted over—a mixture of cheap perfume, sweat, bodily fluids, and the pungent smell of some kind of rubber product. An indescribable, lewd atmosphere also permeated the air, the lingering hormones of post-coital sex.

"Hold……"

Zhang Wei frowned, fanned the air in front of his nose vigorously, and turned on the ventilation fan.

He looked around the room.

It was a complete mess.

The white sheets on the round waterbed were soaked with sweat, crumpled, and clearly visible dark water stains. Pillows were scattered on the floor, one of them even torn, spilling white down all over the floor.

Footprints were everywhere on the carpet—small round indentations left by stiletto heels, as well as marks from flat shoes, interwoven into a chaotic pattern.

The most shocking sight was the scattered clothes.

A ripped black pencil skirt, its edges jagged, clearly torn by brute ****. Beside the skirt lay the remnants of several black straps, the thin, hair-like lace straps snapped, resembling dead earthworms.

Next to the bedside table, there was a pair of silver high-heeled boots.

The boots were exquisitely crafted, studded with countless rhinestones that still shimmered brilliantly under the light. The boot shafts were extremely high, almost reaching the top of the thighs, and faint traces of sweat remained on the inside.

"How much money is this...?" Zhang Wei clicked his tongue, "They just threw it away like that?"

As he approached, he saw a pair of black patent leather over-the-knee boots next to the boots.

These boots were even more extravagant than the silver ones. The pure black patent leather reflected a decadent sheen under the light. The boot shafts were also extremely high, with a ring of silver metal buckles at the opening. Most outrageous of all were the heels—a full fifteen centimeters high stiletto, like a sharp dagger.

"What kind of insane game is this...?"

Zhang Wei shook his head and began tidying up the room.

He first changed the sheets; the fabric, soaked with sweat and bodily fluids, felt heavy in his hands and emitted a nauseating, fishy stench. Then he began picking up the debris on the floor—

A bottle of lubricant that's half full.

Several torn pieces of black fishnet stockings.

A lace bodysuit with the chest torn open, the openwork pattern still stained with a little milky white liquid.

There's also a... double-headed dildo, the lubricant on it has dried up, leaving mottled marks.

"That's fucking disgusting..."

Zhang Wei threw the items into the trash bag expressionlessly, a deep sense of disgust and...jealousy welling up inside him.

Why can some people squander money and desires in such places, while he can only clean up other people's leftovers in the middle of the night?

On what grounds?

As he was cleaning around the bedside table, his gaze was suddenly drawn to a half-open black suitcase in the corner.

The box looked ordinary, made of hard-shell material, but for some reason, it was left in the corner of the room, with the zipper only half-zipped up, revealing a corner of pink fabric inside.

"I forgot something again..."

Zhang Wei walked over, intending to take the box to the lost and found at the front desk.

But just as his hand touched the zipper, ready to unzip it and check—

He was stunned.

What was exposed in the box was not ordinary clothing or sex toys.

Instead, it was a... face.

To be precise, it was an extremely realistic, lifelike face of a young girl.

"What the hell...?"

Zhang Wei's heart skipped a beat.

It was the face of a seventeen or eighteen-year-old girl. Her long, black hair was spread out smoothly, and her features were as delicate as a porcelain doll's—slightly curled eyelashes, a small nose, pink lips... If it weren't for the fact that her face was too flat and lacked any three-dimensionality, Zhang Wei would almost have thought that there was a corpse lying in the box.

"What...what kind of prank is this?"

He swallowed hard; his palms were already sweating.

Late at night, a love hotel, eerie human skin masks... this combination sounds like the opening scene of a horror movie.

But the man's curiosity overcame his fear.

Zhang Wei looked around to confirm that there were indeed no surveillance cameras in the room (these themed hotels do not have cameras in the rooms to protect guests' privacy), and then, with trembling hands, he fully unzipped the zipper.

"hiss--"

He gasped.

It was more than just a mask.

It was a complete set of human skin.

From head to toe, from facial features to fingertips, from chest to hips, and even those slender, beautiful legs… everything was incredibly lifelike. The “human skin” lay softly in the box, in a side-lying position, like the shell of a young girl who had lost her bones and internal organs.

"Holy crap... what is this thing?"

Zhang Wei's breathing became rapid.

He had seen many sex toys—inflatable dolls, sex dolls, silicone props… but this one was completely different.

That's not silicone.

That's genuine leather.

Or rather, it looks like genuine leather.

Zhang Wei tentatively reached out a finger and gently touched the cheek of that "face".

"！！"

Warm, soft, and delicate—the touch felt like touching the skin of a living person.

No, it's even smoother than human skin.

It was a baby-soft skin, so delicate it seemed like it could be broken with a touch, as if a slight pressure would leave a fingerprint.

"What... what the hell is this black technology?"

Zhang Wei's heart was beating faster and faster.

He inexplicably took the "human skin" out of the box.

"So light..."

The "human skin" was so light it was almost weightless, like a bodysuit made of extremely thin material. But when he fully unfolded it, under the light, the "shell" presented a breathtaking beauty.

That was the perfect figure of a seventeen or eighteen-year-old girl—

She has a slender waist, with an estimated waist circumference of no more than 55 centimeters.

Her breasts were slightly raised, not large, but perfectly shaped, like two small steamed buns.

Her long, slender legs, at least a meter long from ankle to hip, are perfectly proportioned.

Her feet were small and delicate, with a beautiful arch and cute, rounded toes.

What's most striking is the detail.

It's not just an imitation of appearance, but a perfect replica of the real human body.

Zhang Wei could see the delicate skin texture, the crescent moons on the fingernails, the fine creases on the soles of the feet, and even... in that mysterious triangle area, he could see faint, fine body hair.

"This...this is a real person in disguise?"

An absurd thought flashed through Zhang Wei's mind.

But he immediately dismissed the idea.

"How is that possible...? This must be some kind of ultra-high-end custom product... Yes, it must be the kind that rich people play with..."

He tried to convince himself.

But his hand involuntarily continued to stroke that layer of "skin".

From cheeks to neck, from shoulders to arms, from waist to hips... every inch is shockingly realistic.

When his fingers slid down to the small breasts, he could even feel the soft, fleshy fat and the tiny bumps at the nipples.

"Hold……"

Zhang Wei felt a reaction in his lower body.

He was a normal man, a 28-year-old virgin who had never had a girlfriend.

At this moment, this perfect "young woman's body" lay in his hands, exuding a kind of maddening allure.

"How about... you try them on?"

Once this thought arises, it grows wildly like weeds, becoming impossible to suppress.

"Anyway...anyway, nobody knows..."

Zhang Wei glanced at the doorway, then at the clock on the wall—2:30 AM. No one would disturb them at this time, and besides, the room had already been checked out; the lost and found wouldn't be available until tomorrow morning.

"Just...just try it...put it back after you're done..."

He started making excuses for himself.

Then, with trembling hands, he began to remove his janitor's uniform.

First, there was that blue work jacket, stained and smelling of sweat.

"Rustle, rustle—"

The sound of fabric rubbing together.

Next was the cheap white T-shirt inside, with faded cartoon prints on the chest.

Then there were the pants—a pair of loose-fitting dark blue cargo pants, worn faded and white at the knees.

He stopped when he was down to only a pair of yellowed boxer briefs.

The man in the mirror is a typical loser.

She had a slightly chubby figure, a protruding belly, sagging pectoral muscles, and dull, rough skin due to long hours of staying up late. There were several bruises on her arms from carrying heavy objects, and her leg hair was thick and messy.

"So ugly..."

He chuckled self-deprecatingly.

Then, he picked up the "Lin Yapi" card.

Turning it over, he discovered a tiny crack extending from the back of his head to his tailbone—that was the entrance.

The crack was extremely well hidden; it was virtually invisible unless you looked closely. The edges of the crack had an eerie pinkish-red hue, like the wound of a living creature, and you could even see the fine textures and wrinkles.

"Like wearing... a bodysuit... right?"

Zhang Wei took a deep breath, sat on the edge of the bed, and stretched his legs into those slender "leg skin".

"Ugh...!"

The moment my foot slid in, an extremely strange sensation washed over me.

That doesn't feel like fabric.

That doesn't feel like rubber.

It was the feeling of something alive.

The inner wall of that "skin" wasn't cold, but warm and moist, like the body cavity of some kind of creature. Countless tiny buds—or tentacles—attached to his skin in an instant.

"Huh...what..."

Zhang Wei tried to pull his foot back, but it was too late.

That layer of "skin" actually began to contract on its own.

"Sizzle sizzle—"

As if it were alive, the skin climbed up his calves, knees, and thighs, clinging tightly to every inch of his rough skin.

"Holy... holy... what the hell is this?!"

Zhang Wei tried to stand up in terror, but his legs had been completely swallowed up by that layer of "skin".

The feeling was so strange—he could clearly feel that his legs were still there, his bones were still there, his muscles were still there, but they were covered by a brand new layer of "skin" belonging to a young girl.

Moreover, that layer of skin was compressing his leg.

His original height of 1.72 meters was now visibly shrinking. His bones weren't broken, but were being folded and compressed by that strange skin, stuffed into those slender, beautiful young girl's legs.

"Ah...how...how strange..."

Zhang Wei let out a groan.

It wasn't pain, but a... chillingly comfortable feeling.

It was like returning to his mother's womb, surrounded by warm amniotic fluid. That layer of "skin" seemed to be embracing and comforting him, wrapping his originally rough and ugly legs under a delicate and smooth "shell".

"Continue...continue..."

Zhang Wei was completely captivated by this wonderful feeling and began to stuff the rest of his body into that layer of "skin".

Waist, abdomen, chest...

When his slightly protruding beer belly was squeezed into the slender waist of the young girl, a feeling of being squeezed and suffocated came over him. But soon, as if by magic, the skin absorbed and compressed the excess fat, turning it into a flat and smooth abdomen.

Next up is the chest.

His loose, sagging pectoral muscles were stuffed into those small "breast sacs".

"Ugh...!"

An indescribable feeling of fullness arose spontaneously.

The once flat breasts began to swell slightly under the weight of his body. Though small, their softness and weight were undeniably real.

And the most fatal thing is—

When the nipple of that skin touched his own nipple, a violent electric current instantly ran through his body.

"Ahhh...!"

Zhang Wei let out a scream.

That wasn't his own voice.

It was the clear, sweet, and distinctly sensual moan of a young girl.

"This...this voice..."

He covered his mouth in shock.

But what his hand touched was no longer his own rough lips, but a pair of delicate, soft, flower-petal-like lips from a young girl.

"What...what am I doing...?"

Fear and excitement battled within Zhang Wei.

But the body's instincts had already overcome reason.

He put his arms into his sleeves, and then—taking a deep breath—stuffed his head in as well.

"Ugh...!!"

A sudden dizziness.

My vision was swallowed by darkness.

Her nasal cavity was filled with the unique fragrance of a young girl—the smell of shampoo mixed with a faint body odor.

His lips were **** to press against those two delicate lips, and he could even taste a faint strawberry-flavored lip balm.

The eyelids were tightly wrapped by that thin layer of "eyelid skin", and the touch of the eyelashes was clearly perceptible.

A buzzing sound came from my ears, as if someone was plugging my ear canals with cotton.

"Sizzle—"

The crack on the back healed itself.

Then, the world fell silent.

After a brief silence—

"Thump... thump..."

The sound of a heartbeat.

That wasn't Zhang Wei's own heartbeat, but the heartbeat of this "skin".

Immediately afterwards, my five senses began to return.

Visually—clearer and more vibrant than before.

Hearing – able to hear extremely faint footsteps outside the corridor.

Smell – Every odor in the air is magnified tenfold.

The taste – the lingering strawberry flavor in my mouth became even stronger.

Touch – the skin becomes incredibly sensitive, able to clearly perceive even the movement of air.

Zhang Wei slowly opened his eyes.

Then, he saw himself in the mirror.

No.

That's not him.

That's... Lin Ya.

In the mirror stood a petite, fair-skinned, and innocent-looking girl of seventeen or eighteen.

Her long, black hair fell to her waist, with a few strands playfully clinging to her cheeks.

Big, watery eyes, long eyelashes, a small nose, and pink lips...

"This...this is me?"

Zhang Wei—who should now be called "she" or "Lin Ya"—raised his hand, looking at those slender, fair hands.

Her fingertips were long and slender, her skin was delicate, and even her nails were a pale pink, like works of art.

She touched her face.

"So slippery..."

The texture was completely different from the rough skin she—no, and "him"—had become accustomed to over the past twenty-eight years. It was baby-soft skin, so delicate it seemed as if a little pressure would release its moisture.

"And... here..."

Her gaze shifted downwards.

The girl in the mirror is completely naked.

She had a slender and petite figure. Although her breasts weren't large, they were perfectly shaped, with two delicate pink nipples standing slightly erect in the cool air. Her waist was so slender it could be encircled with one hand, and her waistline was estimated to be no more than 55 centimeters. Her abdomen was flat and smooth, without an ounce of excess fat, and one could even see the faint outline of her abs.

And those legs—

"Holy shit..."

Zhang Wei—Lin Ya, involuntarily raised her right leg.

Those were legs she could never have imagined in her wildest dreams.

Straight and slender, with fair and jade-like skin, not a single stray hair, and even her knees are round and cute.

She tried taking two steps.

"Da...da..."

The sound of bare feet stepping on the carpet.

Light and agile—completely unlike his original slightly overweight, slow-moving male body.

With each step, her slender, beautiful legs revealed different curves. The calf muscles tightened slightly, and the tender flesh on the inner thighs rubbed gently together, allowing one to feel the delicate touch of skin against skin.

"Is...is this really me?"

She walked to the mirror and carefully examined the girl in it.

The more I look at it, the less I can believe it.

Zhang Wei, a 28-year-old loser with an ordinary appearance, out-of-shape figure, and who makes a living by cleaning sex hotels, has now transformed into a pure and beautiful 17 or 18-year-old girl.

She reached out and gently pinched the face reflected in the mirror.

"ah!"

A sharp pain, mixed with a strange... tingling sensation.

It's not a hallucination. It's real.

This body is real.

and--

"So sensitive..."

She unconsciously pinched her cheek again.

That feeling... it was amazing.

It's not just that the skin becomes smoother, but that the entire sensory system is recalibrated.

The touch that would normally be insensitive on a man's body was magnified countless times on this girl's body.

She tentatively raised her hand and gently touched the small breasts.

"Um……!"

A suppressed moan escaped her lips.

"Holy shit..."

Zhang Wei—Lin Ya, her cheeks instantly turned bright red.

That one touch, just a light touch on the side of her breast, triggered a tingling, pleasurable sensation that made her legs weak. The feeling shot from her breast directly to her lower abdomen, even making her legs feel a little weak.

"This body... is too sensitive..."

She was panting as she looked at the girl in the mirror, her face flushed and her eyes glazed over.

That appearance... it was simply...

"Like a female dog in heat..."

Zhang Wei cursed himself in his heart, but his body responded honestly.

Those slender, beautiful legs involuntarily came together and rubbed against each other, trying to alleviate that feeling of emptiness that she had never experienced before.

Just then, her gaze fell on the pile of clothes scattered beside the bed.

That was left behind by a previous guest—

A JK uniform top, white with a cute bow embroidery on the chest.

A dark blue pleated mini skirt, the hem of which appeared even more erotic due to being crumpled.

And... a pair of white over-the-knee socks.

The socks were still warm, clearly having been taken off recently. The socks were made of extremely thin material, almost translucent under the light, with a delicate lace trim around the top.

"How about... you try them on?"

An even crazier idea emerged.

Zhang Wei—Lin Ya, walked over and picked up the pair of white over-the-knee socks.

She sat on the edge of the bed and unfolded the socks.

"So thin...so soft..."

They were extremely thin, pure cotton over-the-knee socks, the white fabric carrying a faint, pleasant fragrance—the lingering scent of the person who had worn them before.

She lifted her right leg and slipped her toes into her sock.

"Sizzle—"

The socks slid up her slender calves.

That feel...

So beautiful!

The delicate cotton fabric hugs the skin tightly, providing a warm and comfortable feeling of being protected.

As the socks slid past her ankles, the feeling of being gently bound made her tremble involuntarily.

As the socks slid down her calves, the smooth feel made her let out a soft moan.

As the socks slid past the knee and reached mid-thigh, the elastic lace trim at the top gently cinched the soft flesh of the thigh.

"Haa..."

She couldn't help but let out a soft moan.

This body... is too sensitive.

Even something as simple as putting on socks can bring a subtle, blush-inducing pleasure.

She put on the other sock and then stood up.

The girl in the mirror was only wearing a pair of white over-the-knee socks, the rest of her body was completely naked.

The contrast between purity and eroticism made Zhang Wei, a 28-year-old virgin, blush.

White over-the-knee stockings clung tightly to her long, slender legs, creating a distinct mark at the mid-thigh. The small patch of bare thigh exposed above the stocking top—the so-called "absolute territory"—blushed a faint pink under the light, so delicate it made one want to take a bite.

Beneath the socks, the calves and ankles, wrapped in pure white cotton, exuded a breathtaking sense of purity.

"Put your clothes back on..."

She picked up the JK top.

She wore a white shirt with a red bow at the chest. She put her arms through the sleeves and then buttoned the shirt up, one button at a time.

She stopped when she buttoned the third button on her chest.

Because she discovered that the dress... was a little tight.

The breasts, though not large, still existed, making two small bulges appear on the shirt.

"Tsk..."

She hesitated for a moment, but still buttoned up the remaining buttons.

Next was that pleated mini skirt.

The dress was dark blue with an extremely short hem; she estimated that it probably wouldn't even cover her buttocks.

"Oh well, nobody's watching anyway..."

She put on the skirt and zipped up the side zipper.

When she stood in front of the mirror again—

"Hold……"

Zhang Wei—Lin Ya, was shocked by his reflection in the mirror.

She was a typical JK uniform beauty.

A white shirt clung tightly to her slender figure, the bow at her chest tied neatly. A dark blue pleated skirt barely covered her hips, and the glimpse of her private area peeking out from under the hem was pure and alluring.

White over-the-knee stockings tightly hugged her slender, beautiful legs, the lace trim at the top digging into her soft thighs, creating an alluring mark.

But what's most suffocating is that face.

Pure, innocent, with a touch of youthful naiveté...

This is... youth...

Zhang Wei—no, she should be called Lin Ya at this moment—

She looked at herself in the mirror, and her eyes suddenly welled up with tears.

For the first time in twenty-eight years, she—no, he—felt proud of her appearance.

No longer that average-looking, out-of-shape loser who was ignored by everyone.

Instead, she's a beautiful girl who can make everyone turn their heads...

"Is this... what it feels like to be a woman?"

She reached out and touched her cheeks, neck, and collarbone...

Every touch brings a thrilling pleasure.

Her hand slid down her body, past her small breasts encased in her shirt, past her slender waist, and finally stopped at the mysterious area beneath her skirt.

"There……"

She swallowed.

Through her skirt, she could feel the emptiness there.

That was no longer a man's organ, but a... slit.

"How about... you touch it and see?"

Her hands trembled as she lifted her skirt.

Then--

"Ding-dong—"

The doorbell rang suddenly.

"The guest in room 305 wants to extend their stay, please clean the room as soon as possible!"

The front desk's urging voice came through the walkie-talkie.

"Hold!"

Zhang Wei—Lin Ya, suddenly woke up.

She glanced at the clock on the wall—3:15 a.m.

"What the hell am I doing here...?"

She hurriedly began to take off her clothes.

But just as she was about to take off that "Lin Ya skin," she discovered—

The crack behind...

It can't be found.

"What the hell... I was just here..."

She frantically groped her back, but found only smooth, delicate skin, without any cracks or fissures.

"Damn it... I can't get it off..."

Fear overwhelmed her instantly.

But just then, another urging came from the walkie-talkie:

"Is room 308 still not cleaned? The guests are waiting!"

"I...I understand!"

She responded in her sweet, girlish voice.

After hanging up the walkie-talkie, she looked at the beautiful girl in the JK uniform in the mirror and fell into despair.

I can't take it off.

she……

She became "her".