Beautiful CEO SKIN

Chapter 1: The Echoes Beneath High Heels and the Flesh-Colored Shell

"Yes, yes, yes..."

The footsteps were like a countdown to an execution. The sharp heels relentlessly pounded the marble floor, each sound echoing eerily in the empty, late-night office.

I stopped typing, even though the cursor on the screen was still flashing wildly, because I knew that tonight's "judgment" had arrived.

An intensely strong, almost violent fragrance—a blend of expensive Chanel No. 5, icy mint tobacco, and a musky scent unique to mature women—forcefully invaded my breathing space before the sound could even register.

"Hey, you useless piece of trash. Even a monkey would have learned how to use Excel after sitting in this seat for three years, right?"

The voice exploded right above my head, carrying an arrogance as if it were born to trample everything under its feet.

I slowly raised my head. My gaze first met her rounded hips, almost bursting from the tight black pencil skirt. Further up, my gaze fell on her white silk blouse, barely fitting its limit. The fabric between the buttons was stretched transparent by her ridiculously large breasts, and with her rapid breathing, those two heavy mounds of soft flesh trembled unrestrainedly, as if they might spring out at any moment and slap me hard across the face.

She's twenty-nine years old and the "queen" of our department. Right now, she's standing with her arms crossed, looking down at me. Her tightly tailored white silk blouse can barely contain her impressive breasts; the gaps between the buttons are stretched taut, and with her rapid breathing, her large, soft mounds seem ready to burst free at any moment. She wears a black pencil skirt that perfectly accentuates her waist and hips, and her long, slender legs, encased in sheer black stockings, are trembling slightly with impatience.

"What? Are you mute? The data in this report is all bullshit. If you're trying to fob me off with this garbage, you might as well go lick the toilet tiles right now. Maybe that's a better place for a piece of scum like you from the bottom of society."

Snap!

She slammed a thick stack of documents into my face. The sharp edges of the papers grazed my eye, sending a burning sting through me. The documents scattered on the floor, like my shattered dignity.

"Take that disgusting look away. It makes me want to vomit." Reiko crossed her arms, her beautiful eyes behind her black-rimmed glasses narrowed slightly, and her thin lips, painted with bright red lip gloss, uttered even more vicious words, "You're not allowed to leave until you finish tonight. Even if you die, you'd better die on your desk."

With that, she gave a disdainful snort and turned to walk towards the private office that symbolized power. Her ten-centimeter-high black patent leather stilettos clicked crisply on the floor, accompanied by exaggerated hip movements—a primal provocation and humiliation to all males.

A week ago, I would probably have bowed and apologized like a startled quail, then endured the stomach cramps and continued working overtime.

But today is different.

My right hand was in my pocket, my fingertips touching a cold, rough short stick. The touch felt like stroking the spine of some ancient creature, carrying a chilling magic.

"I'm very sorry, Department Head Kanzaki." I stood up, my tone surprisingly calm.

Lingzi was clearly surprised by my reaction. She raised an eyebrow, her beautiful eyes, hidden behind her black-rimmed glasses, narrowed slightly: "Huh? If apologies were enough, what would we need the police for? Now, immediately, redo it for me right now. You're not leaving tonight until you finish."

After saying that, she turned and walked towards her private office. Her ten-centimeter black patent leather pointed high heels made a crisp "tap, tap" sound again, accompanied by her exaggerated twisting of her waist, a visual **** that no male creature could resist.

As I watched her retreating figure, a twisted smile involuntarily crept onto my lips.

It's 11 p.m.

A torrential downpour began outside the window, the raindrops pounding wildly against the glass curtain wall, isolating the entire world in this space where only she and I existed.

I confirmed that the floor's surveillance cameras had entered "routine maintenance" mode ten minutes ago—I managed to do that using the little trick that came with the staff.

Pushing open the door to the minister's office, I found Reiko standing with her back to me in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, seemingly lost in thought, gazing at the rain outside. Hearing the door open, she whirled around, her brows furrowed.

"Who let you in? Don't you even know how to knock? Or is it..."

She didn't finish her sentence.

Because instead of holding the documents as usual, I raised the staff that looked like a withered branch.

"Huh? What are you doing with that broken branch? Trying to curse me? How childish..."

"**Skin-Graft**"

I didn't give her any chance to react. I took out my staff, pointed it at that arrogant back, and whispered the forbidden incantation.

In that instant, the world seemed to be slowed down.

There were no dazzling light effects, only a tooth-grinding "ripping" sound in the air, like a wet cloth being torn apart.

"What...uh?!"

Reiko's body stiffened abruptly. Her right leg, which was about to take a step, suddenly lost its strength, and her once invincible posture collapsed instantly.

"What...is this? My legs...I can't feel them? Why..."

She lowered her head in terror; her once slender and strong arms were now softening like melting candles. She tried to grab the door frame beside her, but the moment her fingers touched the metal, they slipped away like boneless octopus tentacles.

"Ah...ahhh! My hand! What happened to my hand?!"

Fear finally shattered her arrogance. Reiko let out a piercing scream and fell heavily onto the carpet.

But that wasn't a fall. That was "paralysis".

"No...no...what kind of sorcery is this! What have you done to me!" She twisted her neck in terror, her eyes no longer filled with disdain, but with pure, deep-seated fear. "Please...stop! It's so hot...it's so hot inside! My bones...my bones are disappearing!"

"Help...help me! Someone save me!"

She tried desperately to crawl towards the door, but her limbs were completely unresponsive. Her once-proud long legs now dragged helplessly across the floor like two snakes with their tendons pulled out. With each struggle, her tight-fitting pencil skirt and shirt became loose, as if the flesh beneath was rapidly contracting.

"Waaah...no...forgive me...I was wrong...I shouldn't have scolded you...please..."

The once high and mighty queen now resembled a spineless dog, begging for mercy with tears streaming down her face. Her exquisite face began to distort and deform, her once three-dimensional features rapidly flattening.

"Ah...ah...I can't take it anymore...something is coming out..."

With a shameful splash, a pale yellow liquid instantly soaked through her black pencil skirt, spreading across the marble floor.

Under the **** fear and the shock of physical collapse, this usually unapproachable female boss actually lost control of her bladder.

The stench of urine mixed with the original perfume scent fermented in the air, creating a pungent and immoral sensation.

"Don't look...don't look at me like this...waaaaah..."

Those were her last words.

Pfft—

With a final, audible sound like a deflated balloon, Reiko Kanzaki's body collapsed completely.

Her once full and firm skin still gleamed with an alluring fleshy sheen, but it had lost all its support. Those enormous breasts that had filled my dreams countless times now lay limply on the ground like two half-filled balloons. Her face—that proud face—was now like a deflated rubber mask, her mouth slightly open, her eyes becoming two dark abysses.

A deathly silence returned to the office, broken only by the roar of the torrential rain pounding against the windows.

Lingzi lay motionless on the ground. The white shirt that had been stretched taut now lay crumpled on top of her, and her black skirt was soaked in that shameful wet stain. Her once three-dimensional head now resembled a flattened rubber mask, her mouth slightly open, and her eyes turned into two bottomless black holes.

My throat went dry, and my heart pounded so hard it felt like it was going to break my ribs. Even though I had experimented on homeless people before, seeing the queen who had always oppressed me turn into this state gave me a perverse pleasure that surged through my body like an electric current.

I walked forward step by step, my leather shoes making a dull sound on the carpet.

Lingzi lay quietly on the ground. The white shirt and black pencil skirt were still "worn" on the leather, making them look particularly large and empty.

I crouched down, my hands trembling, and reached out to her cheek.

The moment my fingertips touched it, I couldn't help but gasp.

That's so true.

The delicate, warm, silky touch was exactly the same as when she was alive. Even more so, without the tension of her muscles, it felt softer and smoother. I pinched her cheek; the skin easily deformed and stretched under my fingertips, as if it were the finest latex, yet possessed a biological vitality. I gasped for breath, my heart pounding so hard it felt like it would burst from my chest.

It really worked.

I walked forward, my leather shoes sinking into the wet carpet. I knelt down, reached out, and my fingertips touched that layer of "thing".

Warm. Slippery.

It felt like real human skin, even softer than when it was alive. I pinched that thin, cicada-wing-like skin, and those once proud features were now deformed at will in my hand.

"Is this...you, Minister?"

I chuckled softly, my fingers sliding down her cheek, across her neck which had lost its support and become limp, and finally resting on her collar.

Unbuttoning the tightly clasped top revealed her fair collarbone to the air, but below it was no longer a heaving chest, but a bottomless, dark cavity.

A faint, delicate fragrance wafted from the opening, the scent of her body, a mixture of perfume, sweat, and a more primal, sweet feminine aroma. The scent, like a hallucinogen, instantly ignited the long-suppressed desire within me.

"Since you've become like this, let me borrow you for a bit... Anyway, this is to help you better understand your subordinates, right?"

I stood up and began to quickly take off my clothes.

Suit jacket, shirt, trousers... in the end, only a pair of boxer shorts were left.

I carefully lifted the "leather suit." It was incredibly light, like a bodysuit woven from the finest silk. Through the zipper at the back—an automatically generated portal—I saw a pink interior covered with countless tiny fleshy buds, exuding a dizzyingly sweet and pungent odor.

"Put it on...put her on..."

There was only one thought in my mind.

I felt parched, and an unprecedented, perverse desire surged through my mind. I quickly stripped off my clothes and stood naked in front of this group of "beauties."

I carefully picked up this "leather suit" that weighed only a few kilograms. It was an extremely strange feel, like holding a pile of silky, warm fabric. Her long legs, clad in black stockings, hung limply down, her high heels still dangling precariously from her toes.

I found the invisible zipper on the back—a feature created after the staff was modified for easier wear.

I sat in the chair and pulled apart the "skin" of those legs that were still covered in black stockings and high heels.

"Sizzle—"

The sound of the zipper sliding down sounded particularly erotic in the quiet office. The entire back was opened, revealing the pink inner walls filled with countless tiny suction cups and nerve contacts.

First, put your left foot in.

"feel--"

What a bizarre sensation that was!

It was like dipping my foot into a swamp filled with countless warm little mouths. The moment I touched it, the granulation tissue inside that layer of skin began to writhe wildly, greedily clinging to my skin.

That feeling... is simply indescribable.

It felt like being tightly sucked in by countless warm little mouths. When my foot slipped through the empty black stockings and into that pointed high heel, a jolt of electricity shot from the sole of my foot straight to the top of my head.

Tight, warm, and moist.

Her leg skin clung tightly to mine, automatically contracting and adjusting until it perfectly enveloped my muscles. My legs instantly transformed into long, slender yet voluptuous feminine legs.

Next is the right foot, then the waist.

When I **** my rough male torso into Lingzi's body, which originally had a waist circumference of only 60 centimeters, I felt a strong sense of suffocation.

"So tight...too tight..."

The skin seemed to have a life of its own, forcibly constricting my flesh and correcting my skeletal structure. The feeling was both painful and intensely pleasurable. I could feel my groin being tightly wrapped, every inch of my skin perfectly conforming to this female form, as if we were born as one.

Finally, there are the hands and the head.

I took a deep breath, slipped my hands into the slender sleeves, and then buried my head in the dark hood.

*Pfft*

The world was plunged into darkness for a moment.

Immediately following was a suffocating feeling of being completely enveloped in warm amniotic fluid. Eyelids, nasal cavity, lips... all the senses were tightly covered by another layer of skin.

"Ugh...?!"

I opened my mouth wide in terror to breathe, only to find that all I could inhale was that strong smell of female hormones.

I can't see! I can't hear!

Panic struck instantly. I felt like someone trapped in a concrete pillar, frantically waving my arms, trying to tear off this layer of skin.

"Ha...haah..."

The light returned, but the angle had changed. The field of vision seemed wider, but it also had an extra layer of framing because of the black-rimmed glasses.

It felt like an old television set suddenly receiving a signal. The previously blurry picture instantly became clear, even better than my original eyesight.

"Huff... huff..."

My breathing became rapid, but what I felt was no longer heavy breathing through my nose; instead, I felt a heavy pressure on my chest.

I instinctively looked down.

Two enormous snow-capped peaks stood prominently below my field of vision, rising and falling violently with my breath. It wasn't a visual effect; it was real weight pressing down on my chest, and I could feel that soft flesh trembling with every heartbeat.

I raised my hand and touched my chest in disbelief.

The touch through the silk shirt was so real. It was incredibly soft; a gentle press would sink right in, a kind of elasticity that could drive you mad.

"This...this is the minister's..."

I opened my mouth, wanting to speak.

"This...this is...?"

It was a magnetic, slightly husky, mature voice. It was Reiko Kanzaki's voice!

No memories flooded my mind. There was no password to hers, no recollection of her; my brain remained that of a shut-in.

Panic struck again. I became her, but I was still me. If someone came in now, I wouldn't even know how to walk!

I tried to stand up.

Wow!

The moment I exerted ****, a piercing sensation of imbalance shot through my ankles. Those ten-centimeter stilettos were like **** instruments! My knees buckled, and I stumbled forward in a sorry state.

But just as he was about to fall flat on his face, something strange happened.

My—no, this body's calf muscles suddenly contracted automatically, the thighs tensed, and the waist twisted sharply, miraculously stabilizing the center of gravity.

clatter.

The heel landed firmly on the ground.

Body memory?

I was stunned. Although the brain hadn't inherited the memories, this body... this body that Kanzaki Reiko had used for twenty-nine years, remembered every single movement!

I tried to take the second step.

The brain is still terrified by the height of the high heels and wants to move cautiously, but the legs confidently step out before the brain can give the command.

Yes, yes, yes.

My plump buttocks swayed wildly from side to side with each step, an instinctive gait evolved to balance the enormous weight on my chest. The soft flesh of my inner thighs rubbed against each other under the black stockings, making a blush-inducing "rustling" sound.

I walked to the floor-to-ceiling window and looked at myself in the reflection of the glass.

Her chestnut-brown curls were disheveled, her cheeks were slightly flushed from the struggle, her glasses were perched crookedly on her nose, and her once cold eyes were now filled with panic and lustful mist. Her white shirt was soaked with sweat, clinging tightly to her body and outlining the shape of her enormous, breathtaking breasts.

And her lower body... the black pencil skirt still bore the dark, wet stains left from when she lost control of her bladder, which were now pressed against my—or "her"—private parts, giving off a sticky, warm sensation.

"This...is this who I am now?"

I raised my hand and, with a slight tremor, stroked my face in the mirror. The touch from my fingertips was as delicate as silk.

His gaze slowly moved down and settled on her chest.

I swallowed hard, and my hands involuntarily grabbed the two heavy fruits.

"One……!"

The moment my palm rubbed down hard, a jolt of electric pleasure exploded from my nipple, rushing straight to my brain through my nerve endings.

I involuntarily arched my back and let out a soft moan.

"Ah...so...so sensitive..."

This body is so sensitive! Is this how Reiko Kanzaki feels? So she usually feels this way whenever her clothes rub against her?

Like an explorer discovering a new continent, I frantically kneaded those enormous breasts through their shirt. Soft and incredibly elastic, my fingers sank in and couldn't be pulled out. The dual pleasure of "I'm touching" and "I'm being touched" combined to leave my mind blank.

"No... my legs... my legs are so weak..."

A wave of empty heat washed over her between her legs. It was a uniquely female signal of arousal.

I stumbled and leaned against the desk, which used to be mine, but now became my support as I masturbated as "Reiko Kanzaki".

I lifted the wet skirt and slipped my fingers between her legs through her pantyhose.

The area was now a muddy mess. I didn't know if it was from the incontinence I'd just experienced or from the excitement I was feeling.

"Ah... um... Minister... Miss Reiko... your body... is such a slut..."

I was panting as I pressed and rubbed my manicured fingers against my private parts. Every cell in my body was rejoicing; this mature woman's body seemed to be welcoming its new owner, actively releasing even more intense pleasure to please me.

I tried to do what she usually did, arrogantly raising my chin and striking a queen-like pose.

"Hey...am I useless? Or...am I your queen now?"

I whispered to myself in the mirror, mimicking her harshness in tone, but the breaths mixed in made it sound incredibly seductive.

In the mirror, the usually aloof queen was now leaning against her subordinate's desk with a dazed expression, one hand kneading her large breasts, the other hand wildly twitching between her legs, her eyes rolling back, and drool dripping from the corner of her mouth.

"I'm...I'm going to...Ah!!"

With a violent spasm, I—or rather, this body—experienced my first orgasm. The overwhelming pleasure completely overwhelmed my reason, causing my legs to buckle and me to collapse into the chair.

Just as I was still lingering in the afterglow, my phone on the table suddenly vibrated, shattering the enchanting atmosphere of the room.

Buzz—Buzz—

I struggled to open my blurry eyes and grabbed my phone. The screen displayed two words: "Chairman".

Immediately following was a text message:

[Lingzi, are you ready yet? You know how important that project is to the company. I've already prepared the props for that 'punishment game' that was specially made for you. If you're not in my office within ten minutes, you know what will happen. Also, remember to wear the outfit I forbade you to wear underwear.]

A punishment game? Not wearing underwear?

A chill suddenly surged from the lingering instincts within this body, but at the same time, as the current controller, a more twisted and dark expectation rose within me.

"The clothes...that outfit..."

Since there's no memory of it, we'll just have to search for it.

I dragged my body, still basking in the afterglow of my orgasm, and began rummaging through the office.

I found it in a hidden cabinet behind the bookshelf.

That wasn't an ordinary office lady uniform, but a set of sexy business attire hanging in a prominent position.

A semi-transparent black lace blouse, a very short leather skirt with a side slit almost to the waist, and a pair of exquisitely packaged high-end shiny stockings.

"Ha...is this how you are in front of the chairman?"

I looked at myself in the mirror and a lewd smile crept onto my lips.

First, you need to take off these dirty clothes.

I reached up and unbuttoned my shirt, the sweat-soaked fabric slipping down my shoulders to reveal the fair, full flesh beneath. Next came the urine-soaked skirt and the wet pantyhose.

"It smells awful... but I'm so excited..."

When the damp, cold fabric, reeking of stench, was peeled off my skin, the coolness of the air made my nipples instantly harden like pebbles.

I stood naked in front of the mirror. The body was breathtakingly perfect, with a wide pelvis, a slender waist, and a neatly trimmed pubic hair.

Next, it's time to change clothes.

I opened the package of stockings first. They were top-quality 15D ultra-thin glossy stockings, with a feel like flowing liquid.

I sat on the sofa, raised my long left leg, and pointed my toes.

That was a very ritualistic gesture.

I rolled up the stockings and slipped them over my toes. In that instant, my fingertips felt a silky, delicate touch, while my toes were encased in the tight nylon.

"Sizzle—"

As I slowly pulled the stockings upwards with both hands, they made a soft, alluring rubbing sound. That tight, restrictive feeling climbed all the way up my ankles, calves, and knees.

The black, semi-transparent material clung tightly to the skin, giving the originally fair legs a fleshy sheen and reflecting a lewd, oily sheen under the light.

I put on the other stocking in the same way, then stood up, grabbed the edge of the stocking with both hands, and slowly pulled it up.

"Hmm... Ha..."

When the stockings dug into the tender flesh at the base of my thighs, the subtle pressure made me let out a soft moan. Finally, I pulled the stockings up to my waist, the thin nylon tightly wrapping around my buttocks and private parts. Although I wasn't wearing underwear, the feeling of the stockings rubbing against my labia was even more erotic.

Next was the black lace blouse. The semi-transparent material did nothing to conceal her large breasts; instead, it made her dark areolas appear and disappear.

Finally, there was that leather skirt with an extremely high slit.

The moment the zipper was zipped up, the leather skirt clung tightly to her hips, perfectly outlining the curves of her lower body.

I looked down.

The skirt hung loosely beneath her body, with only a thin layer of stockings covering her private parts. A slight step or a gust of wind would expose her most intimate area.

"This isn't going to work...this is more like delivering goods to people's homes..."

I said to "Reiko Kanzaki" in the mirror, looking at the expression on her face that was both ashamed and expectant.

I straightened my hair, pushed up my glasses, and tried to put on a cold and aloof expression.

But beneath this aloof exterior lies a lewd body, naked, dressed in sexy lingerie, and extremely sensitive.

"Chairman... I'm here."

I walked in my high heels, feeling the pleasure of the stockings rubbing against my inner thighs, and pushed open the office door, heading towards a more upscale office further down the corridor.