Let the soul-splitting erosion begin at the anime convention.

(Police station mediation room)

Officer Li took off his reading glasses, rubbed his temples, and looked at the two young men sitting side by side on the plastic chairs.

The boy on the left, wearing an anime T-shirt, hunched his shoulders, his fingers nervously twisting together—Lin Hao, a third-year computer science student. The girl on the right, however, was particularly eye-catching: a deep purple wig, an exaggerated gothic long skirt, and black over-the-knee socks tightly encasing her shapely calves—she was looking down at her phone, her slender fingers swiping across the screen, as if everything around her was irrelevant.

“So,” Officer Li cleared his throat and put his glasses back on, “you two were spotted on patrol by Officer Liu in the alley next to the comic convention?”

Lin Hao nodded hurriedly, his face flushed red: "Officer, I really didn't mean to! It was her...it was her who started it..."

"Hmm?" The female cosplayer looked up, a perfectly timed look of confusion on her meticulously made-up face. "What? Was it me?" Her voice was soft, with a hint of languid sweetness. "Sorry, I might have had a bit too much to drink, I don't quite remember..."

Officer Li frowned even more as he reviewed Officer Liu's statement: "The statement says that Lin Hao, you took the initiative to explain that this... Miss Su seduced you?"

"Yes, yes, yes!" Lin Hao exclaimed as if grasping at a straw. "She pulled me into the alley, and then..."

"And then you gave in?" A cold female voice came from the side.

The interrogation room door opened, and a tall figure walked in. The policewoman's uniform was neat and crisp, the silver stars on her epaulets gleaming slightly under the light. She was probably twenty-three or twenty-four years old, her short hair neatly tucked behind her ears, and her eyes held a touch of heroism—Chu Qing, a trainee police officer who had just graduated from police academy last year.

"Chu Qing, weren't you organizing files?" Officer Li looked up.

Chu Qing didn't reply, but walked straight to Miss Su, half-squatting down to look her in the eye: "Can you tell me what you ate for dinner last night?"

Miss Su—Su Xiaowan, a freelance online artist, ID "Purple Mist"—blinked, seemingly trying to recall: "Hmm... I bought rice balls and yogurt at the convenience store outside the exhibition hall. Oh, and I also drank half a bottle of plum wine, a friend gave it to me..."

When did you start feeling confused?

"Confused?" Su Xiaowan tilted her head, her slender fingers supporting her chin. "It was in that alley... When I woke up, Officer Liu was already beside me. What happened in between, I really..." She said, her cheeks slightly flushed, her eyes glancing downwards, "However, my body has a strange feeling... like I did something."

Chu Qing stood up and turned to Officer Li: "Master, I don't think things are that simple."

Officer Li sighed: "It's a blind spot in the surveillance footage. Both of them had been drinking, and the woman said she wouldn't pursue the matter—she even said 'it's okay.' Xiao Chu, according to procedure, we can only give her a warning and then release her."

"But--"

“Officer Chu,” Lin Hao suddenly spoke, his tone urgent, “it really was consensual! Look, she didn’t say anything…”

Chu Qing's gaze swept across the boy's slightly evasive eyes like a knife. She didn't say anything more, but simply watched Officer Li get up and process the release procedures for the two of them.

Su Xiaowan left first, the sound of her high heels clicking on the floor echoing in the corridor. As she reached the door, she stopped, turned back, and waved lightly to Lin Hao, a faint, enigmatic smile playing on her lips.

Lin Hao stood there stunned until Officer Li patted him on the shoulder, bringing him back to his senses.

Chu Qing leaned against the doorframe of the mediation room, watching the two figures disappear into the police station lobby. Her fingers unconsciously rubbed the cuffs of her uniform.

Her intuition told her that Su Xiaowan's smile was very strange—it wasn't shyness, it wasn't embarrassment, it was more like...a knowing, almost mocking expression.

Lin Hao's reaction was also suspicious. If an ordinary college student encountered this situation, they should at least appear more flustered or ashamed. But in his eyes, besides nervousness, there was also a barely perceptible hint of...excitement?

Chu Qing walked back to her workstation, turned on her computer, and pulled up today's call log. The cursor stopped on the line: [Su Xiaowan, female, 24 years old, self-employed, registered address...].

She clicked on Su Xiaowan's personal social media account homepage.

The screen was filled with vibrant fan art, mostly based on a popular game—the artwork was detailed, emotionally resonant, and boasted a fanbase of 300,000. The latest post was made yesterday before the comic convention:

[I'm cosplaying as Zi Yu today! Hope everything goes well~ ❤]

The accompanying picture is a selfie in front of a mirror, showing a girl in a gothic dress with a bright smile.

Chu Qing stared at the photo, and then recalled Su Xiaowan's languid and confused look in the mediation room.

—Completely different people.

She closed the webpage and wrote down tomorrow's arrangements in the duty log: [Time off, patrolling the comic convention (plainclothes)].

Then I took out my phone and sent a message to my best friend:

Come with me to the anime convention tomorrow, I want to cosplay.

***

(At the same time, on the other side of the city)

Inside the rented room, Lin Hao closed the door, leaned against the door panel, and let out a long sigh of relief.

He walked to the desk and opened the bottom drawer. Inside, there were no miscellaneous items, only a small, palm-sized antique bronze mirror—the mirror was blurry, and the edges were engraved with distorted, indistinct patterns.

Lin Hao's fingers trembled as he stroked the cold mirror surface.

In the morning, he masturbated in front of this mirror. At the moment of climax, he felt his consciousness split, and a part of "himself" floated out and wandered among the crowd at the comic convention, eventually choosing the purple-haired girl...

Then, it possesses the body.

Inside "her" body, he manipulated "her" to walk towards himself in the corner, to touch his face with "her" hand, and to kiss himself with "her" lips...

The double pleasure almost made him collapse on the spot.

The "possession" ended abruptly when the policeman's flashlight pierced the darkness of the alley. He hastily pulled up his pants, while the girl leaned against the wall, looking bewildered, as if she had just woken from a deep dream.

Lin Hao stared at the mirror and swallowed.

Something seemed to be flowing deep within the mirror, like mist or water.

Lin Hao wiped his mouth.

The comic convention continues tomorrow.

He already knew that the policewoman named Chu Qing would definitely come.

——————

(Late at night, Su Xiaowan's apartment)

At one o'clock in the morning, the sound of water in the bathroom stopped.

Su Xiaowan dried her hair as she walked out of the bathroom, wearing only a white bath towel. She stepped barefoot onto the floor and walked to the full-length mirror in the living room.

The girl in the mirror still had a flushed face from her bath, and a few faint red marks remained on her collarbone—left in the alley during the day. She reached out and touched those marks, her fingertips trembling slightly.

A strange impulse surged through my body.

During the day at the police station, she wasn't truly "unremembering." On the contrary, certain fragmented images were gradually becoming clearer: the rough wall rubbing against her back, the boy's hot breath on her neck, her black over-the-knee socks rolled up to her knees…

There was an even deeper feeling—something had "entered" her consciousness, manipulating her body and making her willingly submit to the strange boy's advances.

And she... actually felt quite comfortable.

Su Xiaowan bit her lower lip, her hands bracing against the mirror. Water droplets dripped from her wet hair, sliding down her smooth back and into the depths of the bath towel.

My phone suddenly vibrated.

It was a private message on Weibo. A message from an unknown ID, containing only one sentence:

I'm sorry about today.

Su Xiaowan stared at the line of text for a few seconds, her heart pounding. She instinctively wanted to delete it, but her finger wouldn't press the delete key.

After a long pause, she slowly typed a reply:

Are you Lin Hao?

The other party replied instantly: 【Yeah. Are you okay?】

For some reason, Su Xiaowan felt a warm current rise from her lower abdomen. She took a deep breath and replied, "Hmm. It's just... a little strange."

What's strange about it?

Su Xiaowan's face flushed even more. She hesitated, then typed, word by word: "[I always feel like there's still something of yours inside me...]"

send.

She immediately slammed her phone face down on the table, her chest heaving. The steam from the bathroom fogged up the mirror, making her reflection blurry and ambiguous.

About five minutes later, the phone vibrated again.

I want to see what you look like now.

Su Xiaowan's hands were shaking violently. She picked up her phone again, opened the camera app, and switched to the front-facing camera.

The girl in the video has a dazed look in her eyes, with a bath towel draped loosely over her body. She slowly pulls the towel aside, revealing her rounded shoulder and half of her breast—where he had sucked hard during the day, and faint teeth marks can still be seen.

She pressed the shutter button.

The photos were sent out.

Almost simultaneously, a new message popped up: 【Wait for me.】

***

(Lin Hao's rented room)

Lin Hao stared at the photo on his phone screen, his breathing becoming heavy.

The bronze mirror sat in the center of the table, gleaming eerily under the dim lamplight. He held his phone in one hand, while the other was already inside his pajama bottoms.

During the day at the police station, when Officer Chu Qing pressed for details, he could clearly sense that Su Xiaowan was lying. She wasn't completely forgetful; rather, she was subconsciously cooperating with him. That tacit understanding was as if his fragmented soul had left some kind of "mark" within her.

What if we go again tonight?

What if you possessed her when she was most sensitive and relaxed, and then manipulated her body to masturbate to orgasm?

Lin Hao licked his dry lips. He put down his phone, gripped the bronze mirror with both hands, and closed his eyes.

Concentrate your mind on your lower abdomen and begin to move your fingers.

The pleasure gradually built up, surging like a tide towards the end of his spine. Just as he was about to reach his climax, his consciousness suddenly split—

Some remained indoors, continuing to enjoy physical pleasure.

The other part, like a wisp of smoke, drifted through the closed window and blended into the night.

***

(Su Xiaowan's apartment)

Su Xiaowan was curled up on the sofa, holding her phone and waiting for a reply.

Suddenly, a wave of dizziness hit her, and her body went limp, sinking into the soft cushions.

Her vision blurred for a moment, then cleared again. But strangely, she felt as if she had become two people—one "self" lying lazily, and the other "self" observing coldly.

No, it's not about being a bystander.

It is being manipulated.

Her right hand rose uncontrollably, slowly reaching under the towel. Her fingertips traced her lower abdomen, caressed the warm, moist pubic hair, and finally rested on her sensitive core.

"Ah..." Su Xiaowan's lips parted slightly, letting out a soft moan.

Instead of fear, an overwhelming pleasure surged through my body. The feeling of being filled, so intense and profound, that I had experienced in the alley during the day returned, now stronger and deeper—

Something was caressing her from the inside, kneading her, and teasing every most hidden nerve ending.

Her slender fingers began to move, first gently circling, then pressing harder. The bath towel slipped off her body, revealing her naked skin, which gleamed alluringly in the warm living room light. Her black stockings were still draped over the sofa armrest—the same pair she had worn during the day, with a small, dark, dried stain at the crotch.

Su Xiaowan's consciousness seemed to float in lukewarm water; she could feel what "she" was doing, but was completely powerless to resist. No, she didn't even want to resist.

The other hand joined in. Two fingers together, slowly probing deep into the flower path.

"Hmm... Haa..."

She bent her legs, her toes curling on the sofa cushions. The mirror was directly in front of her, reflecting her wanton posture: eyes half-closed, cheeks flushed, lips slightly parted and moist from her panting. Her fingers moved rapidly in and out of the muddy area, making a soft, wet sound.

Waves of pleasure surged through her brain like electric currents, and she felt like she was going crazy.

Just then, that "thing" inside her suddenly tightened, as if a hand had gripped the most sensitive, soft part of her flesh—

Su Xiaowan's body began to convulse violently.

The climax came suddenly and violently. She screamed, and clear love fluid splattered onto her thighs and the sofa cushions. Her consciousness went blank for a moment, and a white light exploded before her eyes.

And deep within that white light, she vaguely saw a face—

Lin Hao's face.

***

(Lin Hao's rented room)

Lin Hao suddenly opened his eyes, slumped into the chair, and was drenched in sweat.

The experience just now was ten times more intense than during the day. Not only did he also reach orgasm physically, but he also clearly "felt" everything happening inside Su Xiaowan's body—the warm tightness, the trembling contractions, the fading consciousness as she teetered on the brink of collapse…

He could even "taste" her body's reaction—the transformation from initial confusion to terror, and finally to complete succumbing to pleasure.

A thin layer of mist was now appearing on the surface of the bronze mirror. The silhouette of a curled-up woman was vaguely reflected in the mist, which slowly dissipated after a few seconds.

Lin Hao, panting, picked up his phone.

Su Xiaowan's chat window stopped fifteen minutes ago—with the last photo she sent: a bath towel half-undone.

He thought for a moment, then typed:

Did you just have an orgasm?

Almost immediately, the other person started typing...

Then, a new message popped up:

"...You did it, didn't you?"

Lin Hao's heart was pounding, but his fingers remained unusually steady:

Do you like it?

This time, Su Xiaowan took a long time to reply.

Instead of text, a three-second audio clip was sent.

Lin Hao clicked to play.

A faint static noise could be heard in the background, followed by a woman's suppressed, tearful gasp: "...I...I like it so much..."

The audio has ended.

Lin Hao stared at the screen and suddenly burst out laughing.

The effect was even better than he had expected.

He switched out of the chat interface and opened his photo album. The latest photo was Officer Chu Qing's ID photo—a picture he had secretly taken of the notice board while waiting at the police station earlier that day.

The young policewoman in the photo has a serious expression and a determined look in her eyes.

Lin Hao's finger lightly swept across the screen, finally stopping at Chu Qing's lips.

Then, he looked at the bronze mirror on the table.

The night is still long.

Officer Chu will definitely be at the comic convention tomorrow, right?

He's already starting to look forward to it.

——————

(At the comic convention, 10:00 AM)

"Come closer, sister~" Barbara cosplayer Chu Qing's best friend, Lin Weiwei, clung to her arm, practically pressed against her. The camera flashes went off incessantly.

Chu Qing **** a stiff smile.

The troupe leader's uniform was even more form-fitting than she had imagined. The white leggings stretched taut across her legs, and the outline of her thigh muscles was clearly visible as she walked. The blue bodysuit on top was even more oppressive, making her chest feel stuffy—Lin Weiwei had insisted on stuffing her with breast pads, and the heavy burden **** her to keep her back straight at all times.

"Miss Qin, you could relax your expression a bit more!" a boy holding a DSLR camera said with a smile.

Chu Qing took a deep breath, trying to make herself look more "natural." She secretly glanced at the crowd around her, searching for Su Xiaowan or Lin Hao.

The morning crowd was already quite substantial. Various brightly colored cosplay costumes swayed in the air, the air thick with the smells of makeup, sweat, and cheap hairspray. Deafening anime songs blared from the stage, and the host was announcing some competition in an exaggerated tone.

"Weiwei," Chu Qing lowered her voice, "Are you sure Su Xiaowan will come today?"

"Of course!" Lin Weiwei leaned close to her ear, her tone smug. "I've joined their club's group chat. This morning, Ziwu posted a message in the group saying that she'd be doing a second cosplay today—it seems to be a succubus character from some game."

Succubus?

Chu Qing frowned slightly. She recalled Su Xiaowan's languid yet alluring demeanor at the police station yesterday. If what Lin Weiwei said was true, that girl was playing a succubus today…

"What are you worried about, sister?" Lin Weiwei suddenly pinched her arm and grinned mischievously. "Could it be that you're not used to wearing this? Seriously, you look amazing in the Qin Troupe Leader outfit! Those thighs, that butt—"

"Lin Weiwei!" Chu Qing's ears turned red as she lowered her voice to warn her.

"Okay, okay, I won't say anymore~" Lin Weiwei stuck out her tongue and turned around to take photos with other cosplayers.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Chu Qing found a relatively quiet corner, leaned against a pillar, and took out her phone from her small bag. She opened the photo of Su Xiaowan saved in her album, and then looked up to compare it with the purple-haired figures in the crowd.

Suddenly, her gaze settled on the circular corridor on the second floor of the convention center.

A familiar figure was leaning against the railing, looking down.

She had long purple hair and a dark, devilish outfit—a black leather tube top barely covered her ample breasts, with a cutout at the waist revealing a glimpse of fair skin, and black fishnet stockings paired with high boots. Most striking were the small, decorative bat wings on her back and the slightly swaying devil horns on her head.

Su Xiaowan.

But unlike yesterday, her eyes were unusually...lively today. A faint smile played on her lips as she scanned the crowd below with interest, as if searching for something.

Chu Qing instinctively gripped her phone tighter.

Just then, Su Xiaowan's gaze suddenly shifted—she seemed to have spotted something interesting, and leaned forward slightly, her fingers resting on the railing as she gently tapped the metal surface.

Chu Qing looked in the direction of her gaze.

It was near the backstage entrance of the cosplay stage. Several staff members were moving props, while a boy dressed in a regular T-shirt and jeans stood in the shadows, looking up at the second floor.

Lin Hao.

Chu Qing held her breath and quietly moved a few steps in that direction, finding a blind spot where she could see the interaction between the two without being discovered.

On the second floor, Su Xiaowan raised her hand and gestured in Lin Hao's direction.

It was a very subtle movement—the index and middle fingers were brought together, gently touched to the lips, and then the fingertips moved downwards, across the neck, and stopped at the collarbone.

Lin Hao was visibly taken aback for a moment, then gave a smile that was hard to describe. He nodded, turned around, and squeezed into the crowd.

Su Xiaowan straightened up, adjusted the edge of her strapless top, and turned to disappear around the corner of the second-floor corridor.

"Sister?" Lin Weiwei's voice suddenly rang out from behind, "What are you daydreaming about?"

Chu Qing was startled and quickly looked away: "It's nothing. I just saw someone I know."

"Oh?" Lin Weiwei's eyes lit up. "Could it be that one from yesterday—"

"Don't make wild guesses." Chu Qing interrupted her, glancing down at her phone. "I need to go to the restroom. Wait for me here."

"Hey, wait a minute! That outfit must be hard for you to put on and take off by yourself, right? I'll go with you—"

"No need." Chu Qing pressed Lin Weiwei's shoulder, her tone leaving no room for doubt. "You stay here and keep watch. In case they... Anyway, call me immediately if anything happens."

After saying that, she tugged at the violin troupe leader's cloak and quickly walked towards the restroom.

Her long legs, encased in white leggings, sculpted into shape as she walked, the sheen of the fabric shimmering under the exhibition hall lights. She could feel the gazes around her—some admiring, some envious, and some… not-so-pure stares.

Chu Qing gritted her teeth and quickened her pace.

After turning a corner, the flow of people thinned out slightly. Various doujinshi (fan-made comics) stalls lined both sides of the corridor, with vendors enthusiastically greeting customers.

Just as she was about to reach the bathroom door, she caught a glimpse of a figure out of the corner of her eye.

Lin Hao.

He was standing in front of a stall selling anime merchandise, fiddling with a small trinket in his hand. But Chu Qing noticed that his gaze wasn't fixed on the merchandise; instead, it traveled across the crowd and landed on…

Chu Qing turned her head in the direction of his gaze.

About ten meters behind her, Su Xiaowan was walking down the stairs from the second floor. Her black high boots made a crisp sound on the steps, and her thighs, encased in fishnet stockings, revealed an alluring expanse of skin with each step.

She walked up to Lin Hao, and the two exchanged a few words in hushed tones.

Then, Su Xiaowan suddenly leaned forward and whispered something in Lin Hao's ear. Lin Hao's Adam's apple bobbed, and he nodded.

The two left side by side, heading towards the connecting passageway deeper into the exhibition hall where there were relatively few people.

Chu Qing's heart suddenly raced.

Without hesitation, she followed. The sound of the commander's boots clicking on the ground **** her to walk quietly, while pulling her cloak tighter to try and avoid drawing attention.

The lighting in the passageway dimmed noticeably, with only a few emergency lights providing illumination. This appeared to be a backup passageway leading to the warehouse area, normally closed to the public, but the organizers had temporarily opened this section as a diversion area due to the large crowds at the convention.

Chu Qing peeked out from the shadows around the corner, revealing half her head.

About twenty meters ahead, Su Xiaowan and Lin Hao stopped behind a row of stacked display boards.

She couldn't hear what they were saying, but she could see Su Xiaowan leaning against the wall with Lin Hao standing in front of her, their bodies almost touching.

Then, Su Xiaowan raised her hand—

It's not a rejection.

Instead, she gently placed her hand on Lin Hao's shoulder.

Chu Qing's pupils suddenly contracted.

The next second, she saw Lin Hao lower his head and kiss Su Xiaowan's lips.

No, it was less of a kiss and more like...

Su Xiaowan initiated the kiss. She wrapped her arms around Lin Hao's neck, arched her body slightly, and pressed her chest against his. Her legs, encased in black fishnet stockings, lifted up, the heels of her boots brushing against Lin Hao's calves.

Chu Qing subconsciously reached for her waist—but found nothing. She then remembered that she was wearing a cosplay outfit today, and her gun and handcuffs were locked in a locker in the dressing room.

Just as she was considering whether to rush out and stop him, Lin Hao suddenly raised his head.

A small bronze mirror had appeared in his right hand without his knowledge. The mirror gleamed eerily in the dim light.

Su Xiaowan's eyes were half-open, her expression dazed. Lin Hao held the mirror up to her face, while his other hand slipped under the bottom of her strapless bra, kneading the soft flesh.

Chu Qing saw Su Xiaowan's lips moving, as if she was saying something, but her voice was too soft to hear clearly.

Immediately afterward, Lin Hao put the mirror back in his pocket, grabbed Su Xiaowan's waist, and lifted her up in his arms. Su Xiaowan cooperated by hugging his neck tightly, burying her face in the crook of his shoulder.

They walked deeper into the passage.

Chu Qing didn't have time to think it through and immediately followed.

At the end of the passage was a half-open iron door, behind which appeared to be an abandoned storage room. Lin Hao, carrying Su Xiaowan, squeezed inside.

The door closed gently.

Chu Qing rushed to the door, hesitated for a moment, and then pressed her ear against the cold iron plate.

The sound of fabric rubbing together and a woman's soft, suppressed breathing could be heard from inside.

"...Hurry up..." It was Su Xiaowan's voice, trembling with tears, "...Mirror...show me a mirror..."

Chu Qing's breath hitched.

She gently turned the doorknob—it wasn't locked.

Push it open a crack.

The storage room was filled with discarded display shelves and miscellaneous items, with only a few rays of light filtering in through a ventilation window high up.

Lin Hao had his back to the door. Su Xiaowan was pinned down on a workbench covered with a dirty canvas. Her black fishnet stockings had been pulled down to her knees, and her tube top had been pushed up to her chest. She clutched the bronze mirror tightly in her hand, staring at its surface with a dazed look, her body swaying with Lin Hao's movements.

Lin Hao's pants were pulled down to his upper thighs, and he was...

Chu Qing suddenly covered her mouth and took a half step back.

But just as she stepped back, Lin Hao suddenly turned around.

His face showed no surprise, but rather a near-mysterious smile. His lips moved, silently saying:

Officer Chu, it's impolite to peek.

Chu Qing's blood seemed to freeze instantly.

The next second, Lin Hao turned around, his movements suddenly quickening. Su Xiaowan let out a sharp whimper, and the bronze mirror in her hand clattered to the ground.

The mirror faces the doorway directly.

Chu Qing's gaze was involuntarily drawn to it—

On the blurry surface of the bronze mirror, she saw her own face.

The ensemble leader's attire.

There is another reflection, superimposed on her image.

A reflection of a naked woman being penetrated from behind by a man.

That's not Su Xiaowan.

That is...

Chu Qing shook her head violently, trying to look away.

But my body felt like it was nailed to the spot.

The mirror began to shimmer with a misty sheen, and the eerie reflection grew clearer. She could see "her own" breasts swaying with each thrust, could see her white leggings pulled down to her ankles, and the crotch of her flesh-colored stockings torn open...

"Ugh..." A shameful groan came from the mirror.

Chu Qing's heart was pounding in her chest. She desperately tried to back away, to escape, but her legs were as weak as noodles.

Just then, my phone vibrated.

It was Lin Weiwei's phone call.

The shrill sound of the bell echoed through the empty corridor.

Chu Qing jolted as if electrocuted, instantly regaining control of her body. She practically scrambled backward, grabbed her phone from the ground, and pressed the answer button.

"Sister! Where are you?" Lin Weiwei's anxious voice came through the phone. "There's a fight going on here, and the security guards are clearing the area—"

"I...I'll be right back!"

Chu Qing hung up the phone, no longer daring to look at the door and the mirror on the ground, and turned around to run desperately in the direction she came from.

The white leggings rubbed against the inside of her thighs, the fabric already soaked with cold sweat.

Behind her, through the crack in the storage room door.

Lin Hao turned his head and looked at the policewoman's fleeing figure, a meaningful smile curving his lips.

Su Xiaowan, who was pinned down by him, was staring blankly at the ceiling, her fingers unconsciously rubbing her lower abdomen.

The mirror reflected the silhouettes of the two people intertwined.

A wisp of purple mist was escaping from Su Xiaowan's slightly parted lips and drifting towards the doorway.

Disappeared in the light and shadow of the corridor.

——————

(Main stage area of ​​the comic convention, ten minutes later)

Chu Qing practically staggered back to the main exhibition hall. Her chest heaved violently, and the cloak of the troupe leader, Qin, billowed as she ran, revealing her slightly trembling thighs encased in tight pants.

The scene I just witnessed kept flashing through my mind—Lin Hao's smile, Su Xiaowan's dazed expression, and the eerie reflection in the bronze mirror…

No, that's a hallucination. It must be a hallucination caused by being too nervous.

She shook her head vigorously, forcing herself to concentrate. Not far ahead, a group of people were gathered together, arguing loudly.

"Excuse me! Please make way!" Chu Qing squeezed through the crowd.

Two cosplay groups clashed over booth space. One group was dressed as a character from a shonen anime, while the other was dressed as a mecha character. The two groups pushed and shoved each other, exchanging heated words.

"Calm down, everyone!" Chu Qing raised her voice and habitually stood in the middle. Her voice carried a professional authority, and although she was wearing a cosplay outfit, her posture and aura immediately silenced the surroundings for a moment.

"Who are you?" The boy in the lead frowned as he looked at her.

"I am..." Chu Qing paused, "...I am a staff member on site. Let's talk things out. Fighting won't solve anything."

Her appearance temporarily calmed the tense atmosphere. While soothing both sides, Chu Qing secretly glanced around out of the corner of her eye.

Where did Lin Weiwei go?

They said they were here on the phone, but I can't see that Barbara in white stockings in the crowd now.

Just as Chu Qing was about to continue mediating, she suddenly felt a strong wave of dizziness.

My vision shifted slightly.

She quickly grabbed the display board beside her, her fingers gripping so tightly her knuckles turned white. Something seemed to be churning in her mind—fragmented images flashed through her mind:

I saw myself in my police uniform in the mirror.

Lin Hao's evasive gaze in the interrogation room.

And...and a pair of hands stroking his thigh in the darkness.

Chu Qing gritted her teeth, forcing herself to remain standing. Strangely, amidst this chaos, another unfamiliar "feeling" gradually became clear—

She could "sense" Lin Weiwei's current location.

It wasn't seeing or hearing, but a more direct, almost instinctive sense of location. It was as if... an invisible thread was extending from the depths of her consciousness, connecting to a certain direction.

That direction is...

"Sister?" a familiar voice rang out.

Chu Qing looked up and saw Lin Weiwei emerge from the crowd not far away. Her white stockings gleamed softly under the light, and Barbara's skirt swayed gently with her movements.

But for some reason, Chu Qing felt that her best friend in front of her was somewhat...different.

Lin Weiwei's gaze became unusually focused, fixed intently on her. That gaze was no longer the playful or concerned one she usually wore, but a deeper, more greedy stare.

"Weiwei?" Chu Qing subconsciously took a step back.

"Sister was so cool just now." Lin Weiwei approached with a smile on her lips, but that smile inexplicably reminded Chu Qing of Su Xiaowan's expression at the police station yesterday, "It was just like the real Commander Qin."

Her voice was soft and gentle. As she spoke, one hand naturally rested on Chu Qing's arm.

Chu Qing's body stiffened.

She could feel Lin Weiwei's fingers gently gliding across her bare forearm skin—not the intimate touch between best friends, but a slower, more deliberate caress.

"You..." Chu Qing tried to pull her hand back, but Lin Weiwei's strength was unexpectedly great.

"Sister," Lin Weiwei leaned closer, her breath almost brushing against her ear, "your legs are shaking."

Chu Qing looked down and realized that her legs were indeed trembling slightly and uncontrollably. The muscles beneath her white leggings were taut, and her flesh-colored stockings clung stickily to her skin from the previous running and cold sweat.

"I'm fine." She gritted her teeth and forcefully pulled her arm back. "It was a bit chaotic over there, let's get out of here first—"

Before he could finish speaking, Lin Weiwei suddenly pressed herself against him.

It wasn't a hug.

Instead, it was a more intimate, more... provocative position. She buried her face in Chu Qing's neck, her lips intentionally or unintentionally brushing against his collarbone. Her thighs, covered in white stockings, pressed against Chu Qing's legs, the warm touch transmitted through the two layers of pantyhose.

"Weiwei!" Chu Qing panicked completely. "What are you doing—"

"Doesn't my sister like this?" Lin Weiwei looked up, her eyes curving into crescents. "I saw everything over there just now."

Chu Qing's heart suddenly stopped beating for a moment.

"What did you see?" Her voice was strained.

Lin Weiwei didn't answer immediately. Instead, she reached out and gently touched Chu Qing's lips with her fingertip. The gesture was almost identical to the one Su Xiaowan had made to Lin Hao earlier.

"I saw my sister sneaking off to watch other people have sex," Lin Weiwei said softly, her voice tinged with amusement. "She was so engrossed that she didn't even notice me walking up behind her."

Chu Qing's face turned deathly pale instantly.

She wanted to argue, to question, but something seemed to be blocking her throat. The dizziness returned, this time even more intense—

In the chaotic fragments of memory, she seemed to have indeed seen Lin Weiwei… no, not just seen her. She seemed to have also “sense” Lin Weiwei’s presence, in that dimly lit passage, while she was spying…

But how is that possible?

Chu Qing shook her head frantically, trying to clear her mind.

Lin Weiwei's fingers had already slid down to her waist, gently kneading the curves of her waist through the uniform of the troupe leader.

"You dressed like this today," Lin Weiwei whispered in her ear, her voice even lower, "You were probably looking forward to what would happen, weren't you? These tight pants... they're so tight, you can see the shape of your buttocks clearly. And that layer of stockings underneath..."

Chu Qing shoved her away abruptly, staggered back a few steps, and bumped her back against the display board.

The surrounding cosplayers cast curious glances, but no one realized what was happening between the two "sister characters".

"You're not Weiwei." Chu Qing gasped for breath, staring intently at the girl in front of her.

Lin Weiwei tilted her head, a gesture that reminded her of Su Xiaowan.

“Yes, it is,” she said with a smile, taking a step forward. “It’s just that… I’ve become more understanding of my sister’s thoughts than before.”

Her hand reached out again, this time pressing directly on Chu Qing's inner thigh, which was covered by tight pants.

Warm palms pressed tightly against the sides of the legs wrapped in shredded flesh.

“For example, right now,” Lin Weiwei’s voice carried a hint of seduction, “my sister’s…are already wet.”

Chu Qing trembled violently.

She definitely felt it—the fabric between her legs was damp and sticky from the earlier shock and chaos. But how could she possibly notice? Through two layers of pants?

unless……

"Who are you?!" Chu Qing's voice trembled.

Lin Weiwei's smile deepened. She didn't answer, but lowered her head, pressed her lips to Chu Qing's ear, and whispered:

"Your best friend is currently sleeping soundly in a pile of junk in the warehouse."

Chu Qing's eyes widened.

“And me,” Lin Weiwei—or rather, the being occupying her body—gently bit Chu Qing’s earlobe, “I’m here to help my sister ‘experience’ some new things.”

As soon as she finished speaking, Chu Qing felt a powerful shock explode from her lower abdomen.

It's not pain.

It's pleasure.

A sudden, intense pleasure that left her breathless. It felt like something had directly and roughly kneaded her most sensitive spot.

"Ugh—!" A short groan escaped his lips.

Chu Qing's legs went weak; if it weren't for the display board behind her supporting her, she would have almost collapsed to her knees. The crotch area of ​​Commander Qin's tight-fitting trousers was instantly soaked, dark water stains spreading across the white fabric.

People around looked over.

Lin Weiwei considerately stepped forward, shielding Chu Qing with her body and supporting her arm.

"Looks like my sister is very sensitive," she chuckled softly. "Just a touch and she..."

"Let go..." Chu Qing gritted her teeth and squeezed out the two words, but her body had completely lost the strength to resist. That pleasure was still lingering inside her, and her lower abdomen tightened in waves.

"No." Lin Weiwei simply put her arm around her shoulder and half-carried, half-supported her as she walked towards a less crowded rest area. "Sister needs to rest now."

Chu Qing tried to struggle, but each movement aggravated her sensitive area, eliciting even more shameful reactions. She could clearly feel her love juices seeping out, soaking the inner layer of her pantyhose and leaving obvious wet stains on her white tights.

Lin Weiwei led her to sit on a bench in the rest area, then naturally sat down sideways, wrapping one arm around Chu Qing's waist and placing the other hand on her leg.

"Don't touch me..." Chu Qing's voice was weak and powerless.

"Sister says that," Lin Weiwei's hand followed the curve of her thigh upwards, stopping at the groin, her palm pressing against the damp, warm fabric, "but her body tells a different story."

Her fingers pressed gently.

Chu Qing trembled, and another small stream of warmth flowed out.

"See?" Lin Weiwei smiled, her fingertips slowly drawing circles through the fabric. It was the same movement a girl had made while being manipulated to masturbate in her apartment late last night.

Chu Qing, of course, didn't know. But she could feel that the stimulation from this action was terrifyingly familiar, as if... she had done it countless times before.

"No...no..." Her voice trembled with sobs.

The confusion in her mind grew increasingly severe. Police academy training, case investigations, and various lewd and fragmented hallucinations intertwined. She couldn't distinguish which were real and which were fake.

Lin Weiwei increased the pressure on her fingers.

Chu Qing's breathing became completely erratic. She bit her lower lip hard, trying to suppress the moan that was about to escape her lips, but her body arched up honestly, unconsciously spreading her legs wider.

The white leggings stretched taut, outlining the shape of her full mons pubis; under the light, the dark outline could even be vaguely seen.

People occasionally passed by, but they all assumed the two cosplayers were taking a intimate rest. At most, they would cast a couple of ambiguous glances before walking away.

Lin Weiwei watched with satisfaction as Chu Qing gradually lost control under her fingertips. She could feel the lingering thoughts of the other "her" within this body—that possessiveness towards her best friend, that infatuation with the role of the troupe leader, were now cleverly amplified.

"Sister," she whispered in Chu Qing's ear, "would you like to try something even more comfortable?"

Chu Qing opened her hazy eyes, her gaze unfocused, and did not answer.

"Silence means consent, okay?" Lin Weiwei smiled, withdrew her hand from her leg, and gently lifted Chu Qing's chin before kissing him.

It wasn't a fleeting kiss.

It was a deep, aggressive kiss. She pried open Chu Qing's teeth, her tongue probing inside, entwining with his helpless, soft tongue.

Chu Qing froze for a moment, then her body suddenly relaxed—or rather, a part of her consciousness chose to give up the resistance.

She could taste the flavor of Lin Weiwei's lipstick; it was strawberry-flavored.

Deeper still, there was another unfamiliar scent, with an eerie, sweet aroma.

The kiss grew deeper and more forceful. Lin Weiwei's hand slid back between Chu Qing's legs, this time slipping directly into the waistband of his tight pants and inside his flesh-colored stockings.

When her fingertips touched the slippery, muddy entrance, Chu Qing finally lost control and sobbed.

The surrounding noise, the music from the comic convention, the chatter of the crowd... all faded away.

Only the feeling of being invaded and manipulated in the deepest part of the body is terrifyingly clear.

Deep within Lin Weiwei's consciousness, in a distant place, the real Lin Weiwei slept soundly amidst the jumbled memories, a satisfied smile on her lips, dreaming an unspeakable beautiful dream.

In the storage room on the second floor, further away, Lin Hao put down the bronze mirror in his hand, looked at the reflections of the two women that appeared on the mirror at the same time, and smiled.

“The show is just getting started,” he said softly.

——————

(Benches in the comic convention rest area)

Chu Qing's fingertips finally stopped spasming.

The overwhelming pleasure slowly receded like the receding tide, leaving behind subtle, continuous aftershocks deep within her body. She slumped against the back of the bench, the troupe leader's cloak hanging disheveled to one side, a dark wet stain spreading across the crotch of her white leggings, gleaming ambiguously under the light.

She opened her mouth, wanting to say "enough" or "stop".

But only a faint breathy sound came from his throat.

Just then, a strange sense of detachment suddenly descended upon me.

It felt as if half of her soul had been forcibly ripped from her body—Chu Qing's "consciousness" receded abruptly, as if suspended above her body, watching helplessly as she was left unable to control it. She could clearly feel every sensory input: the cool touch of the bench through her tight pants, the damp, sticky fabric clinging to her skin between her legs, the throbbing pain in her chest from her rapid breathing…

But when she tried to raise her hand, her fingers wouldn't budge.

He wanted to speak, but his lips only parted slightly.

My body has been taken away.

***

[Third-person perspective, possessed viewpoint]

Lin Hao's consciousness followed that wisp of soul thread and silently slipped into Chu Qing's body.

The moment he took control, the lingering afterglow of the orgasm surged through his nerve endings like an electric current—this young policewoman's body was far more sensitive than he had imagined. He could clearly feel each heartbeat tugging at the sensitive clitoris deep in his lower abdomen, the soaked fabric of his panties rubbing against his swollen labia, bringing a subtle yet continuous stimulation.

"interesting."

He (now she) spoke softly, and heard Chu Qing's cool voice now tinged with a hint of huskiness from being moved.

She—now I should call her "she"—looked down at her own body.

Commander Qin's uniform was indeed cleverly designed. The royal blue bodysuit perfectly outlined the curves of her chest. Although she wasn't as deliberately restrained as when she wore her uniform at the police station, her body was completely relaxed at this moment, her breasts softly spread out, and her nipples stood out as two distinct protrusions under the fabric.

She raised her hand and gently pressed it against her left breast through her clothes.

It was incredibly supple. The warm flesh rippled slightly beneath my palm, and I could clearly feel the heartbeat. My right hand slid down my side, caressing the waistline encased in white leggings—the muscles were firm, without an ounce of fat, clearly the result of long-term training.

But the sensation changes instantly when the fingers glide across the buttocks.

The uniform worn by the troupe leader was specially tailored to perfectly hug her rounded curves. She pressed both hands against it, feeling the fullness of her buttocks with her palms. The fabric of the tight pants was stretched taut, allowing her to feel the indentation of her tailbone before spreading outwards into a plump hemisphere.

She squeezed it hard.

The fleshy buttocks deformed slightly in my palm, bouncing back with a sensual undulation. Through the tight pants and the flesh-colored pantyhose underneath, the sensation became complex and alluring—the smoothness of the fabric, the delicacy of the pantyhose, and the warmth and softness of the skin deeper inside, layer upon layer.

The wetness between her legs had spread to a wider area. She brought her legs together, feeling the sticky sensation of the damp fabric being pressed against her inner thighs. The stockings were completely soaked with her love juice, sticking to her skin in a sticky way, and with the slightest movement, they brought a strange, itchy sensation that made her want to keep rubbing.

"elder sister?"

A voice came from the side—or rather, the voice of Lin Weiwei, who was possessed by Su Xiaowan.

She turned her head and saw a pair of legs encased in white stockings, pressed together, the thighs trembling slightly beneath the Barbara skirt. Lin Weiwei's cheeks flushed, but her eyes sparkled with excitement.

"Is that you?" Lin Weiwei leaned closer and asked softly, "Master?"

She didn't answer, but simply reached out and pinched Lin Weiwei's chin.

This movement sent a shiver down Lin Weiwei's spine. Her legs, hidden beneath her white stockings, instinctively tightened together.

"It seems Xiao Wan has taught you quite a bit." She spoke, her voice still Chu Qing's, but her tone had completely changed—lazy, with a condescending sense of control.

Lin Weiwei's eyes lit up even more: "She told me... told me to cooperate with you properly."

"Really?" Her hand released her chin and slid down to Lin Weiwei's neck, her thumb gently stroking the pulsating skin. "Then do you know what to do now?"

Lin Weiwei bit her lower lip, a flicker of struggle in her eyes—a genuine, instinctive shyness deep within her consciousness. But quickly, that struggle was overshadowed. She leaned forward slightly, placing her hands on "Chu Qing's" shoulders.

"I...I know."

Her voice was so soft it could drip water.

She lowered her head, burying her face in Chu Qing's neck, her lips gently kissing the exposed collarbone. Her white-silk-clad hands clumsily fumbled for the buttons on the troupe leader's uniform, trying to unbutton it.

"No need for that."

"Chu Qing" grabbed her wrist and guided her hands, covered in white silk stockings, to press them directly against the crotch of his tight pants.

Lin Weiwei gasped.

Beneath her palm, the damp fabric was warm and sticky. She could even feel the shape of her private parts, slightly swollen and pulsating gently with her breath.

“Just like that,” Chu Qing whispered in her ear, placing his hand on the back of her hand and guiding her to press down firmly, “touching through your pants.”

Lin Weiwei's fingers curled up slightly, then obediently unfolded.

She began to knead carefully. Through two layers of fabric soaked with love fluid, the sensation became hazy and ambiguous—she couldn't feel the specific details, but she could clearly feel the softness, moisture, and heat there. With each press, her fingertips would sink into the soft flesh and then bounce back.

Chu Qing closed her eyes and leaned back slightly, making it easier for Lin Weiwei to move.

She can experience pleasure from two angles simultaneously:

As the manipulator, she enjoyed dominating the two young women's bodies—Chu Qing's body feedback was clearly transmitted to her consciousness, telling her where it felt most comfortable to be touched; while Lin Weiwei's clumsiness and obedience brought psychological satisfaction.

As the "user" of Chu Qing's body, she was personally experiencing the pleasure of being violated. Lin Weiwei's fingers, though clumsy, brought a unique kind of stimulation precisely because of this clumsiness. Those hands, through her completely soaked tight pants and stockings, awkwardly rubbed her mons pubis, occasionally accidentally pressing on her clitoris—

"Um……"

A suppressed groan escaped from Chu Qing's lips.

The sound made Lin Weiwei stop abruptly.

"Continue." "Chu Qing" opened her eyes and grabbed her wrist as she tried to pull away. "Don't stop."

Lin Weiwei's face turned even redder. She bit her lower lip and resumed her actions, this time with greater boldness. Her fingers, encased in white silk, traced circles on the damp fabric, occasionally gently poking the tender flesh that had become unusually sensitive with her fingertips.

The surrounding noise came and went, sometimes near, sometimes far.

People walked through this passage, but most only glanced at it briefly—it's not uncommon to see two cosplayers sitting close together at a comic convention. At most, someone might take a few more glances at this "Jean-Girl and Barbara" pair, and then give a knowing smile.

No one knew that the crotch area of ​​the leader Qin's tight pants was completely soaked.

No one saw that Barbara's fingers, through the soaked fabric, were repeatedly rubbing the policewoman's most shameful parts on the slippery, love-fluid pantyhose underneath.

Chu Qing's breathing became heavier and heavier.

She could feel her body reaching a new peak—the previous climax was just an appetizer, and now an even stronger desire was surging. It felt like a fire was burning deep in her lower abdomen, and with each press of Lin Weiwei's fingers, that fire burned even brighter.

She raised her hand, grabbed Lin Weiwei's shoulder, and pulled her towards her.

Caught off guard, Lin Weiwei fell into her arms. Barbara's skirt lifted, and her white-stockinged thigh pressed directly against Qin's legs, which were also covered in stockings.

Different textures—one is white jacquard, the other is flesh-colored overalls—yet both become warm due to body temperature.

Chu Qing's other hand slid down to Lin Weiwei's back, her fingertips slipping inside the back opening of Barbara's performance costume, directly touching the back covered by white stockings. Beneath the delicate touch of the stockings lay the smooth skin of a young girl and the slightly protruding vertebrae of her spine.

Lin Weiwei trembled and let out a soft "woo".

"You reacted too?" Chu Qing whispered in her ear, his fingers slowly sliding down her spine and stopping above her tailbone, right where the hem of Barbara's costume began.

The mound of flesh on her buttocks, tightly wrapped in white stockings, was round and full, completely different from Lin Weiwei's usual carefree and easygoing image.

She pinched it hard.

"Ah!" Lin Weiwei cried out sharply, her body tensing up suddenly.

"Don't make a sound." "Chu Qing's" fingers didn't loosen; instead, they kneaded even more intensely. She could feel the elasticity and softness of the buttocks under her palms, as well as the special tension that came from being stretched taut by the stockings, as if they were about to burst at any moment.

Meanwhile, Lin Weiwei's hands, resting between her legs, didn't stop. Those hands grew increasingly bold, evolving from simple kneading to rhythmic pressing and rubbing. The soaked fabric of her tight pants emitted a soft, blush-inducing sound.

Their breaths mingled together.

Chu Qing could feel herself—Chu Qing's body—becoming sensitive again at an alarming speed. Each press felt like an electric current shooting from between her legs straight up her spine, making her scalp tingle. Her chest was also painfully swollen, and her nipples were as hard as two small pebbles under her tight-fitting clothes, rubbing against the inner fabric.

Finally, she couldn't resist and reached for her chest with her free hand.

Through her royal blue bodysuit, she vigorously kneaded her full breasts. The pleasure from the friction of her nipples against her palms made her tilt her head back, letting out suppressed gasps.

Seeing this, Lin Weiwei seemed encouraged. She suddenly lowered her head and buried her face in "Chu Qing's" chest, kissing the erect nipples through the fabric.

The humid heat is transmitted to the skin through the fabric.

Chu Qing's body suddenly arched.

“Stop…stop…” She heard her own (Chu Qing’s) voice trembling.

But that wasn't her speaking.

That was the cry of Chu Qing's true consciousness, suspended in mid-air, desperately trying to regain control of her body. Unfortunately, the cry only reached her throat, leaving behind a few broken syllables.

"Good girl," Chu Qing patted Lin Weiwei's head soothingly—a gesture more like treating a pet. "Just like that, continue."

Lin Weiwei worked even harder. While sucking on "Chu Qing's" nipple with her lips, she quickened the movements of the hand between her legs. The rhythm of the white-stockinged fingers became urgent, almost roughly rubbing the already soaking wet fabric.

Chu Qing bit her lower lip, feeling the pleasure building up at an unprecedented speed.

Her fingers dug deep into Lin Weiwei's buttocks, which were encased in white silk stockings, while her other hand haphazardly kneaded her own breasts. Her body trembled violently under the dual stimulation, and that familiar, almost unbearable, tingling sensation between her legs was surging wildly upwards—

It's coming.

This time it will be even stronger than before.

She suddenly grabbed Lin Weiwei's hair, pulled her away from her chest, and then kissed her fiercely.

Her tongue forcefully pried open Lin Weiwei's teeth, rampaging through her warm, moist mouth. At the same time, her waist arched uncontrollably upwards, using her most private parts to firmly press against Lin Weiwei's still-moving hand.

The climax came suddenly and intensely.

It was like a white light exploding from her spine, instantly engulfing all reason. She could feel Chu Qing's body convulsing wildly, the muscles on the inside of his thighs tensing to their limit, and then—a large gush of warm love fluid gushed out again, soaking through his already wet leggings and pantyhose, even flowing down his inner thighs.

Lin Weiwei's palms were completely soaked by that warm liquid.

She stared blankly as "Chu Qing" trembled violently in her arms, her eyes tightly closed and rolled upwards, her lips slightly parted, and a strand of silver thread slipped from the corner of her mouth.

A few seconds later, the spasm gradually subsided.

Chu Qing released Lin Weiwei's hair and slumped onto the bench, her chest heaving violently. The crotch of her white leggings was so wet it could be squeezed out, and the silk stockings between her legs clung stickily to her skin, a complete mess.

Her consciousness was contentedly savoring the afterglow of her orgasm—every muscle was trembling, a continuous throbbing came from deep within her uterus, and her mind was blank.

Then, she looked up at Lin Weiwei, who was still stunned.

"Wipe it clean," she commanded, her voice hoarse with weariness.

Lin Weiwei froze for two seconds before reacting, frantically pulling tissues from her bag. Her white-stockinged fingers carefully wiped the crotch of "Chu Qing's" soaked tight pants. With each wipe, the fabric brushed against that red, swollen, and sensitive flesh, bringing a subtle stinging and pleasure.

"Chu Qing" closed her eyes and let her do as she pleased.

Deep down, she (he) could feel that the afterglow of this climax seemed to be embedded even more deeply into Chu Qing's neural pathways. Just like what he had done to Su Xiaowan before—that body would slowly "remember" this pleasure and then crave more.

Meanwhile, Chu Qing's consciousness, which was suspended above as an observer, had completely collapsed at this moment.

She "watched" her body lose control during orgasm, "feeling" every detail of being violated and played with, yet she couldn't even close her eyes.

Tears silently slid down her cheeks.

However, the person controlling this body at this moment (Lin Hao) did not wipe it.

Let the tears flow.

Anyway, it looks pretty good.

——————

(Second floor of the comic convention, connecting passageway to the abandoned exhibition hall)

"elder sister?"

Lin Weiwei's voice carried a hint of unease. Her white-stockinged legs were pressed together as she stumbled along in the dimly lit passage, following "Chu Qing's" footsteps. Barbara's skirt swept across the dusty floor, casting a flickering shadow in the pale light of the emergency lights.

"Chu Qing" didn't turn around, but simply took her hand and walked straight into the depths of the corridor. The white leggings of the troupe leader rustled slightly as they moved, and the dark wet patch at the crotch swayed with each step, like some kind of shameful mark.

The surrounding area was littered with discarded exhibition boards and equipment, and the air was filled with dust and the smell of old paint. But faintly, one could still hear music, the host's shouts, and the cheers of the crowd coming from the main exhibition hall in the distance—as if a carnival was taking place in another world through the walls.

"Isn't this...not a good place?" Lin Weiwei said softly, her steps hesitant. "What if someone comes..."

"No one will come."

Chu Qing finally stopped and turned around. It was the end of a dead-end alley, with several unused display cases piled up, forming a semi-enclosed corner. The emergency light was mostly blocked by the cabinets, and the light was so dim that they could barely make out each other's faces.

But it's enough to see many other things clearly.

For example, Lin Weiwei's lips were slightly parted due to nervousness.

For example, a thigh trembling slightly beneath white stockings.

For example... the unfathomable calmness in Chu Qing's eyes, which was completely unlike her own.

"Sister, your eyes..." Lin Weiwei subconsciously took a half step back.

"Scared?" Chu Qing raised her hand and gently lifted Lin Weiwei's chin with her fingertips. The action carried an undeniable ****, reminding her of the feeling when the same hands gripped her chin in the rest area earlier—but this time it was colder, harder, and more like a command.

“No, I just…” Lin Weiwei swallowed, “I feel that my sister is a little… different.”

"Really?" Chu Qing smiled. The smile on Chu Qing's handsome face had an eerie beauty. She released Lin Weiwei's chin and instead stroked her cheek, her thumb lightly brushing across her soft lips.

"Haven't you always wanted 'Sister Chu Qing'?"

Lin Weiwei felt as if all the blood in her body rushed to her cheeks.

The possessed woman shouldn't have had such a strong reaction to shame—but those words clearly touched something deeper. The real Lin Weiwei's secret feelings for Chu Qing, feelings that she herself might not even be fully aware of, were now laid bare in the dim light.

"I...I didn't..." she denied in vain, her voice completely softening.

Chu Qing's hand slid down to the back of her neck and gently pressed down.

Lin Weiwei let out a muffled groan, her body leaning forward uncontrollably, and she crashed into "Chu Qing's" arms.

Their bodies were pressed tightly together. The fabric of the band leader's uniform rubbed against Barbara's performance costume, and through the thin fabric, they could clearly feel each other's body temperature and curves.

"You're wearing white stockings today," Chu Qing whispered in Lin Weiwei's ear, her voice low, "Unlike your sister."

As she spoke, her hand slid down Lin Weiwei's waistline and stopped on the outside of her thigh.

The white stockings felt delicate and silky to the touch, gleaming softly under the emergency lights. "Chu Qing's" fingers slowly traced the texture of the stockings upwards, past the knee, and down to the mid-thigh—

Then it stopped.

Lin Weiwei's breathing suddenly stopped.

She could feel the hand resting on her inner thigh, very close to her most private area, yet it didn't move forward. The fingers hovered there, releasing a faint warmth and pressure through the white stockings.

"Sister..." she heard herself utter a soft, almost pleading voice.

"Call me master."

Lin Weiwei's eyes widened suddenly.

Chu Qing's other hand reached behind her, pressed down on her lower back, and forcefully pressed her against him. Their lower bodies were pressed tightly together—through layers of fabric, they could clearly feel each other's body temperature and moisture.

"Call."

This time the voice was even colder.

Lin Weiwei's lips trembled, and after a few seconds, a syllable as thin as a mosquito's buzz squeezed out from between her teeth:

"……Owner."

"good."

Chu Qing smiled. She withdrew her hand from between Lin Weiwei's legs, and instead grabbed the hem of Barbara's performance costume, lifting it up sharply.

The white skirt was flipped up to her waist, revealing her bare, white-stockinged thighs and white lace-trimmed panties. The emergency light shone on her fair skin, making the stockings gleam with a sickly sheen.

"Turn around," Chu Qing commanded.

Lin Weiwei obediently turned around and placed her hands on the wall. The cold touch of the wall made her shiver, but soon, the warmth of her body pressed against her from behind.

"Chu Qing" hugged her from behind, his left arm around her waist, while his right hand reached between her legs again. This time, there was no skirt between them—his fingers pressed directly against her lower abdomen, which was covered by white silk, and he could feel the warm dampness beneath the thin lace panties.

"It's wet already?"

Chu Qing's lips pressed against the back of her neck, his warm breath brushing against her skin. Lin Weiwei trembled, instinctively trying to squeeze her legs together, but Chu Qing's legs held her in place.

"Don't move."

That hand began to move.

Through her already damp panties and white stockings, "Chu Qing's" index finger accurately located the small clitoris. She pressed and rotated it slowly and rhythmically with her fingertip. The movements weren't intense, but they carried a kind of agonizing patience.

Each press was aimed at the most sensitive spot.

Each stroke precisely grinds over the nerve endings that bring pleasure.

Lin Weiwei's breathing gradually became erratic. Her hands, which were braced against the wall, began to tremble, and her white-stockinged legs also quivered. With each press, a faint electric current surged up from deep within her lower abdomen, exploding into tiny sparks along her spine.

"Mmm...uh..."

Soft moans escaped from her tightly closed lips.

Above his head, Chu Qing's consciousness was suspended in mid-air, watching all of this.

She "saw" her own body embracing Lin Weiwei from behind, one hand doing lewd things between her best friend's legs. She "heard" Lin Weiwei making unfamiliar, lustful sounds. She "felt" every sensory transmission from her own body—

For example, right now, "Chu Qing" suddenly increased the pressure on her fingers.

At the same time, the other hand, which was wrapped around Lin Weiwei's waist, moved up and slipped inside the back opening of Barbara's performance costume. The smooth, warm back covered in white stockings trembled slightly under her hand.

Chu Qing's fingertips traced down the spine, then abruptly stopped at the coccyx.

Press it down hard.

"ah--!"

Lin Weiwei let out a short scream and her waist arched sharply.

Chu Qing clearly felt it—in that instant, Lin Weiwei's internal passage contracted violently and uncontrollably, like a small hand gripping her fingertips tightly. The moist liquid quickly soaked through her panties and white stockings, spreading a warm, sticky sensation under her fingertips.

The climax came suddenly and violently.

Lin Weiwei's body convulsed violently in "Chu Qing's" arms, her white-stockinged thighs taut to the ****, her toes curling up inside her shoes. Her head drooped limply, her forehead pressed against the cold wall, and intermittent sobs, like crying or joy, escaped from her mouth.

Chu Qing's fingers didn't stop.

Even when Lin Weiwei's body was most sensitive after her orgasm, she maintained the same rhythm as before—slowly and continuously pressing on the already swollen clitoris. Every second of touch caused Lin Weiwei's body to tremble reflexively, and more love fluid gushed from the trembling opening, completely soaking her white silk panties.

"Enough...enough...Master..." Lin Weiwei's voice trembled with tears as she struggled to get away. "It's...too stimulating..."

"This is only the first time."

Chu Qing finally withdrew her hand. She looked at her fingers—the fingertips of her white silk gloves were wet, glistening with moisture under the emergency light.

Then she raised her hand and brought that finger to Lin Weiwei's lips.

"Lick it clean."

Lin Weiwei's body stiffened.

But she only froze for a second before obediently opening her mouth and taking the finger, which was covered in her own fluids, into her mouth. Her cheeks, beneath the white stockings, were flushed with desire, her eyes were half-closed, and her eyelashes trembled incessantly with grievance and shame.

She sucked clumsily, her tongue swirling around her fingers. The warmth of the saliva and the pleasure of being licked traveled back to her brain through "Chu Qing's" fingers—this time it was a two-way experience.

"Chu Qing" withdrew her wet fingers with satisfaction, then pinched Lin Weiwei's chin, forcing her to turn her head.

The two kissed.

The kiss carried a strong scent of bodily fluids—Lin Weiwei's own, and the half-dried love fluid left behind when Chu Qing's body was being played with in the rest area earlier.

The kiss was deep and lasted a long time.

So long that Lin Weiwei started whimpering again, so long that her body went limp again, and she only managed to stay upright by relying entirely on "Chu Qing's" arm for support.

***

Just as the kiss ended, Chu Qing suddenly felt a strong wave of dizziness.

The scene before my eyes shook violently, then suddenly zoomed in—

She "fell" back into her own body.

The senses exploded: the taste of bodily fluids lingering in the mouth, the soft touch of Lin Weiwei's lips, the pressure on the chest from being squeezed by the other person, and... the cool, sticky touch of the wet tight pants and fleshy stockings between the legs.

The most deadly thing is the pleasure.

The intense sensitivity that follows orgasm still lingers. Every breath stirs a deep throbbing in my lower abdomen, and every touch sends my skin trembling as if electrified.

She instinctively wanted to push Lin Weiwei away and wanted to shout "Stop!"

But deep inside, something was stirring.

Like some desire parasitizing her nerves, a pleasure pattern deeply embedded in her muscle memory, it automatically activated the moment her consciousness returned. The feeling was so familiar, so...comfortable.

So comfortable was it that her hand, which had been pushing away, froze in mid-air, and finally... gently rested on Lin Weiwei's waist.

"Sister... Sister?" Lin Weiwei noticed the subtle change, stepped back a little, and looked at her with a puzzled expression.

Chu Qing looked at the face so close to hers—it was her best friend whom she had grown up with since childhood, but now her eyes were glazed over, her lips were swollen and red, and her cheeks were flushed with desire.

She looked at Lin Weiwei's bare white-stockinged thighs, which still bore the marks of being repeatedly kneaded and pressed earlier.

She looked down again and saw her chest—the troupe leader's tight-fitting clothes were crumpled and wrinkled, her nipples were protruding noticeably, and there was a dampness under the fabric.

A strong, almost uncontrollable impulse suddenly surged into my heart.

"Weiwei..." Her voice was terribly hoarse, her eyes struggling between clarity and confusion, "I..."

The next second, she suddenly grabbed Lin Weiwei's hand and pressed it against the wet fabric between her legs.

"Here," Chu Qing gasped, her eyes completely glazed over, "it's...it's wet too..."

Before Lin Weiwei could react, she reached between her legs with her other hand—pulling aside the edge of the white silk panties that were already soaked with love fluid, her fingertips touching the slippery, hot flesh.

The touch was unfamiliar, yet strangely familiar.

It was as if... she had done this countless times before.

Chu Qing's fingers stiffened for a moment, then she began to imitate the movements of the "she" who had just controlled her body—finding the small fleshy core with her fingertips and pressing it gently but firmly in circles.

"Ugh!" Lin Weiwei gasped, her body trembling violently.

This reaction provoked Chu Qing.

She kneaded Lin Weiwei's clitoris more forcefully, while simultaneously grasping the other's hand and guiding it to rub between her legs. The two layers of soaked fabric rubbed against each other, producing a shameful wet sound.

"Sister... Sister...!" Lin Weiwei's voice was filled with disbelief, excitement, and confusion. "Is it really... really my sister...?"

Chu Qing did not answer.

She no longer had the energy to think.

The semi-**** implanted memories of pleasure within her body were frantically consuming her reason. Each friction triggered an even stronger craving, and each press fueled the flames of desire.

She suddenly thought of an even more exciting method.

Suddenly, she pushed Lin Weiwei against the wall, then stood facing her. The crotch of the troupe leader's white tights clung tightly to Barbara's soaked white silk panties beneath her performance costume—

Between the two thin layers of fabric, there were only her own flesh-colored pantyhose and Lin Weiwei's white pantyhose.

Chu Qing began to thrust her hips.

She used her most sensitive, moist spot, through two layers of underwear and a thin layer of stockings, to vigorously rub Lin Weiwei's equally soaked private parts.

The rough fibers of the fabric scraped against her swollen labia, creating a strange sensation that mixed with both pain and pleasure. The delicate texture of the stockings, however, acted as a lubricant under this harsh friction, allowing each thrust to glide smoothly over her most sensitive area.

"Ah...ahhh...!"

Lin Weiwei let out a groan that was even sharper than before.

Her hands gripped Chu Qing's cloak tightly, her white-stockinged knees buckled uncontrollably, her body arched from intense pleasure, and she wanted to retreat due to overstimulation, but she was pressed against the wall and unable to move.

Chu Qing was also panting.

With each thrust, her body could clearly feel the stimulation from both sides—her clitoris was squeezed and rubbed, her labia were repeatedly crushed, and at the same time, she could feel the same wet heat and trembling from Lin Weiwei's side.

Double pleasure.

It's like simultaneously having sex with someone and being sexed.

This realization caused her last shred of rationality to crumble completely. Chu Qing grabbed Lin Weiwei's breast—through Barbara's performance costume—and forcefully kneaded that soft mound. Then, she grabbed her own breast with her other hand and did the same.

The throbbing pain from her nipples being squeezed, combined with the pleasure of friction between her legs, created an even stronger torrent that violently assaulted her already shaky consciousness.

The surrounding air seemed to become thick and sticky.

The music from the distant comic convention came and went, sounding more like a lewd background score in the distance. The stark white light of the emergency lights shone on the two bodies pressed together, casting intertwined and swaying shadows on the wall.

Chu Qing's breathing became increasingly rapid and broken.

She could feel herself rapidly approaching a critical point—the peak that "she" had forcibly pushed up twice before, and that she was about to push up again.

Lin Weiwei's voice had turned into intermittent sobs, her eyes were unfocused, her body was trembling violently, and the inside of her white silk thighs was completely soaked, with clear love fluid flowing down her legs and leaving glistening watermarks on the stockings.

"I'm...I'm going to..." Chu Qing heard herself let out a groan, "Weiwei...together...together..."

Then she suddenly increased the frequency of her thrusts.

It's no longer friction.

Instead, it was a truly intense collision, with each person repeatedly slamming their most **** and sensitive parts against the other's equally **** parts. The fabric made a sticky, wet sound from the impact, and the stockings made a subtle tearing sound from the intense friction.

A few seconds later, the two reached their peak simultaneously.

Lin Weiwei's body arched violently to its limit, a long, almost suffocating moan escaping her throat. A large amount of vaginal fluid gushed out uncontrollably, completely soaking her white silk panties and stockings, even flowing down her thighs to the ground.

Chu Qing also collapsed at the same time.

A more intense orgasm than ever before—a torrent of fluid gushed from her body, breaking free of her tight pants and pantyhose, spraying out from the gaps in her trousers, tracing a warm arc in the dim light. Her body convulsed violently, her vision went blank for a moment, and her mind went completely blank.

The two of them slid to the ground like puppets with broken strings.

Chu Qing collapsed into Lin Weiwei's arms, her forehead resting on her shoulder, her whole body twitching slightly uncontrollably. The fabric between her legs was completely soaked, and warm liquid continued to seep out, forming a small puddle on the cool ground.

Lin Weiwei was equally disheveled. Her white stockings were a mess on her lower body, her skirt was rumpled up at her waist, her eyes were staring blankly at the ceiling, her lips were slightly parted, and she was still breathing softly.

The emergency light on the wall flickered.

In the corner where the two were slumped, a wisp of purple mist, almost imperceptible to the naked eye, slowly rose, hovered in the air for a moment, and then quietly dissipated.

In a remote rented room, Lin Hao put down the bronze mirror in his hand.

The mirror simultaneously reflected images of Chu Qing and Lin Weiwei collapsed on the ground, as well as... a blurry silhouette of Su Xiaowan dressed as a succubus in the corner.

He sighed contentedly.

“Not bad,” he muttered to himself, “today’s harvest…is really good.”

——————

(Two people slumped on the ground in an abandoned passageway on the second floor)

Chu Qing's consciousness seemed to float in a warm ocean, slowly and heavily rising and falling.

The aftershocks of the climax continued to wash over her nervous system. Each slight spasm caused the soaked fabric between her legs to rub against her overly sensitive skin, bringing a tingling sensation mixed with a strange sense of satisfaction. She could feel Lin Weiwei's body still trembling slightly in her arms, her white silk stockings pressed against her flesh-colored pantyhose, both of them wet and sticking together.

That's terrible.

That's so embarrassing.

But the languid, satisfied feeling deep inside her body was so real that she couldn't even lift her fingers. She just wanted to lie there on the cold floor and let the remaining pleasure slowly cool down.

Just then, that voice rang in her mind again.

It wasn't from the outside world, but a seductive whisper that resonated directly deep within her consciousness:

Are you comfortable?

Chu Qing suddenly opened her eyes.

All she could see was a dimly lit ceiling and dusty pipes. She opened her mouth, wanting to retort, wanting to shout, but something seemed to be stuck in her throat, and no sound came out.

"You actually enjoy it, don't you?" the voice continued, its tone as calm as stating a fact. "You enjoy controlling your best friend's body, enjoy being touched by her, enjoy that feeling of complete loss of control during orgasm."

"No..." she finally managed to squeeze out a syllable, her voice hoarse like a broken bellows.

Don't deny it.

There was a hint of laughter in his voice.

[Look at yourself now, Officer Chu. Wearing a cosplay outfit, a puddle of your own water under your butt, and your best friend's water still on your thighs. If your police academy teachers saw this, if your colleagues at the station saw this—]

"Shut up!" Chu Qing roared, struggling to get up. But her body was too weak, and she fell back down as soon as she managed to prop herself up, her elbow hitting the cold ground with a dull thud.

Startled by the commotion, Lin Weiwei groggily opened her eyes and asked, "Sister...?"

"lie."

Chu Qing—no, the one speaking now is that "thing"—suddenly raised her hand and pressed it against Lin Weiwei's lips. This action startled Chu Qing herself, because she clearly felt her own muscles moving, yet completely beyond her control.

"Be good, Weiwei," the voice came from her throat, so gentle it made her want to vomit, "Sister wants to play a game with you."

Lin Weiwei's eyes quickly went from confused to hazy. She nodded obediently and leaned closer to Chu Qing's embrace—completely unaware that the person holding her now had a completely different core inside.

"Does Weiwei know what her older sister likes the most?"

Lin Weiwei thought for a moment, then said softly, "You like... stockings?"

"Yes, and no." The voice chuckled, "My sister loves to see Vivi wearing stockings... with little toys hidden inside."

Chu Qing struggled desperately, but could only watch helplessly as her hand reached into the small pocket inside Commander Qin's uniform—where the police badge should have been kept, but now, her fingertips touched two small, cool, smooth things.

Take it out.

Two small, oval-shaped remote-controlled vibrating eggs, their black casings gleaming with a metallic sheen under the emergency lights.

There were also two button-shaped remote controls next to it.

“Come here, Weiwei,” she said, holding up a vibrating egg and handing it to Lin Weiwei, “put this... inside.”

Lin Weiwei's face flushed instantly. She looked at the vibrating egg, then at Chu Qing's face, her lips trembled a few times, and finally reached out and took the little thing.

Then, trembling, she lifted Barbara's skirt, pulled down the edge of her soaked white silk panties, and, with her fingers pinching the vibrator, laboriously probed the wet, slippery passage between her legs that was not yet fully closed.

Chu Qing “watched” all of this—no, not just watched.

As the owner of this body, she could clearly feel her perspective at that moment: looking down at her best friend spreading her legs in front of her, inserting a foreign object into that sensitive, trembling vagina that had just experienced an orgasm. She could see Lin Weiwei's restrained expression as she bit her lower lip, the muscles taut in the white stockings around her thighs due to tension, and the vibrator slowly disappearing into the pink folds...

Then, it was her own body's turn.

That hand picked up the second vibrator.

"Do it yourself," the voice said in her head, "or should I help you?"

Chu Qing gritted her teeth, desperately trying to regain control of her arm.

But her fingers moved anyway. Slowly, irresistibly, she unfastened the Velcro closure at the edge of her white tights—a design meant for easy on and off, but now facilitating this obscene act. A small tear had been made in the crotch of the pantyhose, the loose threads dangling to reveal equally wet skin and sparse hair beneath.

The vibrating egg was pressed against the entrance of the vagina.

There was still a lot of vaginal fluid left there, so slippery that it was almost impossible to hold. When the cold silicone shell touched the hot and sensitive mucous membrane, Chu Qing trembled all over.

"Put it in," the voice commanded, "deeper."

Her fingers obediently moved in.

The vibrating egg slid past the already loosened entrance, squeezed into the narrow passage, rolled over the sensitive flesh walls, and finally stopped at the deepest point—almost touching the cervix.

The feeling of fullness from the foreign object made her gasp.

Then, that hand picked up a remote control.

"Here, take this," the voice said, shoving a remote control into Lin Weiwei's hand. "Use it to control this inside your sister's body. As for the one inside Weiwei's body..."

She picked up another remote control and pressed the switch.

Almost simultaneously, Lin Weiwei let out a short scream.

Her body arched sharply, and she grabbed the wall with both hands to keep from falling. Her white-stockinged thighs pressed tightly together, and her face went from flushed to pale in an instant, then quickly turned a deeper red.

"Master...Master..." Her voice trembled, "It's...it's too sudden...!"

"This is just the beginning," the voice chuckled. "Alright, get up. The game is about to officially begin."

Chu Qing's legs involuntarily lifted her to her feet. She reached out to pull Lin Weiwei up—the movement was so elegant that it didn't seem like she had just experienced intense sex; it was more like inviting a dance partner at a ball.

Lin Weiwei leaned against the wall, her legs still trembling, but she still tried her best to stand up straight.

The two of them began to tidy their clothes.

As Chu Qing bent over, she could clearly feel the vibrating egg inside her—it swayed slightly deep inside her with her movements, rubbing against her most sensitive flesh walls. A trickle of heat uncontrollably seeped from her opening, flowing down her thighs through the tear in her pantyhose.

She bit her lower lip, forcing herself to hold back.

The troupe leader's white leggings were soaked through, with a dark water stain at the crotch almost extending to her inner thighs. But she still put her cloak back on, letting the large fabric cover the most disheveled part.

Lin Weiwei's situation wasn't much better. Barbara's skirt had already fallen down, but the inside of her white stockings was visibly wet, glistening unnaturally under the light. Her legs trembled slightly as she walked, each step an effort to adjust to the foreign object inside her.

"Let's go," the voice said, "It's time to go back to the comic convention."

***

(Main exhibition area of ​​the comic convention, 15 minutes later)

"Chairwoman Qin! Barbara! Over here!"

A boy holding a camera waved excitedly. Chu Qing walked over stiffly and stood with the other cosplayers as instructed. Lin Weiwei stood close to her, her arms wrapped around Chu Qing's waist—a seemingly intimate gesture, but actually to support her limp body.

The moment the flash went off, the vibrating egg inside Chu Qing's body suddenly vibrated.

It was very slight, like a dragonfly skimming the water.

But she was smiling—that manipulated "gentle smile reminiscent of the troupe leader." The moment the vibration struck, her smile froze for a second, her waist involuntarily buckled, and she almost leaned against Lin Weiwei.

"Is the head of the troupe alright?" the boy taking the photos asked with concern.

"...It's nothing." Chu Qing said calmly, "I'm just a little tired."

"One more! Closer!"

This time, the boy's arm was on her shoulder. It was a normal pose for a photo, but his hand seemed to intentionally or unintentionally slide down her shoulder, across her back, and finally stop at her waist—

I gently traced her waistline with my fingertips through her uniform.

Chu Qing trembled.

As if sensing her change in mood, the vibrating egg inside her suddenly increased its intensity. The vibrations came from deep within, becoming clear and continuous, like a small motor running at high speed inside.

"Mmm..." A soft moan escaped from her lips.

The boy's hand was still on her waist, his fingers pressing lightly. "Commander Qin has a great figure," he said with a smile, "These leggings look like they were made for her."

Chu Qing gritted her teeth, desperately trying to suppress the waves of pleasure surging through her body. She could feel her thighs trembling again, the soaked fabric between her legs rubbing against her skin, and with the vibration of the vibrating egg, more warm liquid was uncontrollably seeping from her opening.

"Sister?" Lin Weiwei called her softly, gently pinching her waist with her fingers.

That hand pressed the remote control.

It wasn't hers—Chu Qing could tell. This was the one Lin Weiwei held, the one that controlled the vibrating egg inside her.

The vibration mode suddenly changed.

Instead of continuous vibrations, it turned into short, intense pulses. Each pulse precisely struck the most sensitive soft tissue near the cervix, bringing a tingling, almost incontinent sensation.

Chu Qing's legs went completely weak.

She had to rely on Lin Weiwei for support to avoid collapsing to the ground. The other cosplayers in the group photo cast strange glances at her, and the boy seemed to sense something as well, tightening his grip on her waist.

"Do you want to rest if you're not feeling well?" he asked, but didn't let go of her hand.

"No...no need..." Chu Qing's voice was already trembling uncontrollably.

The pulse from the vibrating egg is getting stronger and stronger.

She could feel spasms deep in her lower abdomen, her uterus contracting uncontrollably, trying to expel the foreign object, only to be sucked deeper inside. Her love juices gushed out like a floodgate opening, soaking the inside of her pantyhose and flowing warmly down her inner thighs.

The pants... the pants must be soaked.

The thought had barely crossed his mind when the boy next to him suddenly exclaimed "Huh?"

Chu Qing lowered her head.

Right where she was standing, two or three drops of clear water had already accumulated on the floor. The liquid dripped from the seam of her trousers, forming small, reflective droplets on the floor.

The boy's gaze also fell there.

Time seemed to freeze for a second.

Then, the vibrating egg inside Chu Qing's body was suddenly turned up to the highest setting.

A violent, almost devastating tremor exploded from the deepest part of her body. Her vision went white, and her body collapsed forward uncontrollably—

"careful!"

The boy caught her.

The moment she fell into his arms, the last wave of love fluid broke through the confinement of her pantyhose, and the warm liquid gushed out, soaking not only her own tight pants but also splashing onto his calves.

Chu Qing collapsed into the arms of the strange boy, her mind blank.

The vibrating egg was still vibrating wildly.

Her body was still convulsing from the afterglow of her orgasm.

She could clearly feel the warm liquid between her legs flowing and dripping uncontrollably, making a series of faint yet terrifyingly clear sounds on the floor—

Tick-tock.

Tick-tock.

Tick-tock.

The surrounding noise seemed to have faded away.

Only that voice remained, chuckling softly in her mind:

Look, Officer Chu, this is your true self.

A few meters away, Lin Weiwei held the remote control in her hand, looking at Chu Qing who had collapsed in someone else's arms, her face pale and her fingers trembling.

Then, she also felt the vibration of the vibrating egg inside her body—

The vibration was triggered by the remote control in Chu Qing's hand, which was unconsciously and firmly pressed to the highest setting.

The two of them collapsed almost simultaneously.

Amidst the clamor of the comic convention and the curious gazes of the surrounding crowd, they resembled two ruined, soaked flowers.

——————

(Nighttime, a back alley of a dilapidated commercial street on the outskirts of the city)

At 1:40 a.m., neon lights seeped in from the main road, barely illuminating the alleyway piled high with trash cans and discarded cardboard boxes. The air was filled with the sour smell of fermenting garbage, mixed with the fumes wafting from the barbecue stall next door.

Chu Qing's high heels echoed crisply and abruptly as they stepped on the oil-stained cement floor.

She had changed out of the costume she wore for the leader of the Qin troupe—now she was wearing a black tight-fitting knit top paired with a black pencil skirt that was so short it barely covered her hips. Her two long, slender legs were tightly encased in opaque, pure black stockings, the edges of which were pressed against her mid-thighs. In the dim light, the exact lines were not visible, but they outlined her round, full hips and straight, taut calves.

This outfit is...inappropriate. Especially for a police officer.

But when I got home tonight, all my usual clothes were gone from the closet, leaving only this outfit and a pair of high heels with heels so thin they looked like weapons.

She knows who did it.

They also knew that resistance was futile.

Her high heels stepped on something soft and mushy, causing her to stumble. She reached out and grabbed the wall for support. Her hand, covered in black stockings, pressed against the rough wall; the cool touch brought her back to her senses slightly.

It also made her more clearly aware of the existence of that thing inside her body.

The vibrator is still there.

After the comic convention, she tried to remove it—locking herself in the bathroom, her fingers probing into the slippery passage, groping for the cool silicone shell. But every time her fingertips were about to touch it, the walls of her body would contract uncontrollably and violently, pushing the foreign object deeper.

She tried three times, lying on the sink, exhausted and covered in sweat, her crotch soaked with sweat.

In the end, we had **** but to give up.

Anyway... anyway, that "thing" said that as long as she obediently goes home, she'll be there tomorrow morning...

"Hmm!"

Suddenly, the vibrator started vibrating.

It wasn't the kind of careful, controlled vibration she experienced at the anime convention during the day. Instead, it was a sudden, high-powered, intense vibration, completely out of the blue. It felt like a stick was being thrust deep inside her, churning wildly, directly impacting the sensitive, spasming flesh at the cervix.

Chu Qing's legs went weak, and she collapsed to her knees.

The stiletto heel of her high heel twisted, sending a sharp pain through her ankle. Ignoring it, she braced herself firmly on the ground with her hands, letting out a suppressed, animalistic whimper.

The tremors are still ongoing.

Wave after wave, without pause or respite. Each thrust precisely targets the G-spot, impacts the cervix, and stimulates the nerve endings deep within the clitoris that she herself is unaware of.

She could feel her crotch area of ​​her black stockings instantly become soaked.

Warm love fluid gushed out uncontrollably, soaking through her underwear and stockings, then flowing down her inner thighs and accumulating into a small, shiny puddle near her ankles.

"Haa...haa..."

She gasped for breath, trying to stand up. But each time she managed to prop herself up, a new wave of tremors would surge through her body, as if a hand were gripping and kneading her uterus. The intense pleasure mixed with the almost painful stimulation made her vision blur.

[Endure until you get home.]

The voice echoed in her mind, lazy and with a mischievous smile.

[Or... when the first person sees you like this—]

Before he could finish speaking, footsteps could be heard coming from the alley entrance.

Chu Qing suddenly looked up.

A tall figure was passing by the alleyway entrance. The person also seemed to be wearing cosplay attire—a deep purple trench coat, tight leather pants, and a pair of matching purple, but shimmering, over-the-knee boots. In the dim light, the specific details were unclear, but the silhouette…

The Starry Sky Railway. Kafka.

Chu Qing's heart pounded wildly. She practically scrambled into the shadows of a pile of discarded cardboard boxes, curled up, and covered her mouth tightly with her hand, desperately trying to suppress the groans that were about to escape her lips.

The vibrating egg continued to vibrate.

And...it seems to be getting stronger?

No, it's not an enhancement.

Her body was becoming increasingly sensitive. After multiple orgasms during the day and the **** indoctrination of pleasure, the stimulation from each vibration was now several times stronger than before. She could clearly feel the silicone shell rotating inside her—yes, rotating, grinding against the fleshy ring of her cervix like a drill.

More and more liquid gushed out.

The crotch of the black stockings was completely soaked, sticking stickily to the most intimate part of her skin. With each spasm, the fibers of the stockings would scrape against her swollen labia, bringing a bizarre sensation of stinging pain mixed with pleasure.

The footsteps stopped about five meters away from where she was hiding.

Chu Qing held her breath.

A few seconds later, footsteps sounded again—this time in her direction.

"Um...do you need any help?"

A young woman's voice, gentle yet tinged with hesitation. Following the voice, a girl dressed in a Kafka cosplay outfit bent down and peered into the gaps between the stack of cardboard boxes.

Their eyes met.

Chu Qing saw a face so exquisite it was almost bewitching—a silver wig, dark eye makeup, and lips painted a dark red identical to the game character's. The makeup artistry was superb, almost perfectly replicating Kafka's languid yet dangerous aura.

The girl could see her clearly too.

Curled up on the ground, her pencil skirt had slipped down to her thighs, revealing her crotch, tightly wrapped in soaking black stockings, and a section of her bare thigh. One of her high heels was off, and her ankle, encased in stockings, was visibly red and swollen. And her face—Chu Qing knew what she looked like: disheveled hair, flushed face, and lips bitten until they bled.

Most importantly... warm liquid was still seeping from between her legs, making a soft dripping sound in the shadow of the cardboard box.

The Kafka cosplayer's eyes widened slightly.

She opened her mouth, as if to ask something, but her gaze involuntarily fell on Chu Qing's black-stockinged thighs—that wet and shiny area.

Now is the time.

The voice whispered in her mind.

Chu Qing wanted to shake her head, to back away, to say, "Don't come any closer."

But her body had already moved.

Like a cheetah poised for action, she sprang up from the ground. Her long-trained muscles unleashed astonishing power in that instant—she pounced on the still-stunned girl.

The two men slammed into a pile of empty cardboard boxes with a loud crash. The boxes shattered, and discarded styrofoam and paper flew out.

"What are you doing—!"

The Kafka cosplayer's words were stuck in his throat.

Chu Qing's hand gripped her neck—not to actually strangle her, but to suppress her with just the right amount of ****, while his other hand had already lifted the hem of the dark purple trench coat.

Purple leather pants clung tightly to her legs. And above that…

Chu Qing's breath hitched for a moment.

The girl wasn't wearing ordinary leggings—but rather pantyhose, just like those worn by Kafka in the game, made of high-gloss PU material that perfectly covered her entire leg and hips. Not the semi-transparent kind of stockings, but an opaque material as smooth as a second skin.

In the dim light filtering through the streetlamp, the purple fabric gleamed with a cold sheen. The thighs were taut, the contours of the muscles and the subtle bulges of the blood vessels beneath the skin clearly visible. And the buttocks…

Chu Qing placed her hand on it.

Beneath her palm lay a firm, full curve; the PU material was cool and smooth, yet warmed by her body heat. She gripped it tightly, feeling the flesh deform in her hand before stubbornly springing back to its original shape.

It also has elasticity.

Moreover, due to the material, the feel is even more... lewd than ordinary pantyhose.

"Let me go!" The girl beneath him finally reacted and began to struggle.

But Chu Qing's hand had already moved up her leg, past her knee, down to her inner thigh—and then stopped at her crotch.

Through her PU stockings and underwear, she felt a warm, damp patch.

The girl's body froze instantly.

"You too..." Chu Qing heard herself speak, her voice hoarse like sandpaper scraping, "You're wet too?"

"What nonsense are you talking about!" the girl's voice was filled with panic. "Let go! Or I'll call for help—"

Chu Qing did not let go.

Her fingers began to gently press against the warm, damp area through the cool, smooth PU fabric. The movements were light and slow, as if she were testing the waters, or perhaps... admiring it.

“You’ve been watching me for so long,” she whispered, her lips almost touching his ear, “from the alleyway…right? You saw me kneeling on the ground, saw my skirt lifted up, saw my black stockings soaking wet.”

The girl's breathing became rapid.

"Stop talking..."

“You’re excited too,” Chu Qing said, her thumb gently grinding against the small clitoris through the PU stockings. “Even through this thick material, I can feel you’re hard.”

The girl's body jolted violently.

The next second, Chu Qing did something she hadn't expected—

She lowered her head, buried her face in the girl's neck, her lips pressed against the cool silver wig, and let out a cry that was almost a sob, tinged with tears:

"Mother……"

The body in his arms froze completely.

Chu Qing herself was startled by the word. But she couldn't stop—the vibrating egg inside her was now vibrating at an even more frantic frequency, the pleasure crashing against the dam of her reason like a tsunami. And the girl in front of her, dressed in a Kafka cosplay outfit, with that face so similar to the game character, that purple bodysuit, and those long legs and rounded buttocks tightly wrapped in PU stockings…

They look so alike.

It was so much like the inappropriate fantasies she had about the character on the screen when she secretly watched game replays on her phone under the covers one late night.

"Let go...please..." The girl's voice trembled, but her struggles weakened considerably.

Chu Qing raised her head and looked at the face so close to hers.

Exquisite makeup, red pupil patches, and slightly parted lips painted with dark red lipstick.

And in those eyes, there was a mixture of fear, shame, and... a hint of excitement that she herself might not even be aware of.

The vibration frequency of the vibrating egg inside my body suddenly changed.

It turned into a rhythmic pulse pattern of three short pulses followed by one long pulse.

At the same time, the voice chuckled in her mind:

What are you waiting for, Officer Chu? Your "mother" is waiting for you.

Chu Qing's hand moved again.

This time, she directly unbuttoned the purple trench coat, revealing a black, tight-fitting inner layer. Then, she lowered her head and, through the thin fabric, took one of the girl's erect nipples into her mouth—

The girl let out a short scream.

It wasn't a scream of resistance.

Instead...

Chu Qing gently nibbled at the nipple with her teeth, her tongue swirling around it. Her other hand was already groping for the top edge of the PU pantyhose—these pantyhose usually had a waistband or straps for fastening, and she quickly found the buckle.

Click.

The clasp on the side of the waist has come undone.

Her hand eagerly reached inside.

When Chu Qing actually touched the girl's bare buttocks, he let out a satisfied sigh.

Warm, smooth, and sweaty.

It's softer and more...realistic than when viewed through PU fabric.

Her fingers slid down her buttocks, across her tight anus, and finally stopped at the wet, muddy entrance.

It was completely soaked.

“…You’re really wet.” Chu Qing murmured to herself, while inserting two fingers without hesitation.

Tight, hot, and moist flesh immediately enveloped her, like countless tiny mouths sucking on her fingertips. She could feel the spasms inside the girl's body, and feel that tiny hard clitoris deep inside the passage throbbing under her fingertips.

"Mmm...!"

The girl tilted her head back, her neck forming a beautiful curve. Her hands had somehow wrapped around Chu Qing's back, her fingers gripping the black cardigan tightly, pulling the fabric into messy wrinkles.

Chu Qing began to twitch her fingers.

The rhythm wasn't fast, but each time it penetrated to the deepest point, scraping the sensitive flesh walls with her knuckles. At the same time, her legs squeezed between the girl's legs, rubbing the exposed, moist mons pubis forcefully with the crotch of her equally soaked black stockings.

One side of the purple PU pantyhose had slipped down to her knee, while the other side was still barely hanging on her thigh. One of the girl's legs was completely bare, while the other leg was covered in cool, smooth purple fabric, which gleamed lewdly under the streetlights.

The vibrating egg inside my body is still vibrating.

Chu Qing could feel her climax approaching—this time not because of the vibrator, but because of the reaction of the young body beneath her, because of the tightness and wetness felt by her fingers, and because of the girl's increasingly broken moans that she couldn't suppress.

She suddenly really wanted to watch it.

She loosened her grip, straightened up, and looked down at the girl lying in the pile of broken cardboard boxes.

Her silver wig was disheveled, her trench coat was wide open, and her tight-fitting innerwear was pulled up above her chest, revealing a pair of perfectly shaped breasts that rose and fell with her rapid breathing. Her purple PU pantyhose had slipped down to one thigh, while the other side barely remained in place, creating an extremely unbalanced and even more erotic visual effect.

Her fingers and entire palm were still covered in the girl's bodily fluids, glistening in the dim light.

Chu Qing looked down at herself.

Her black, form-fitting skirt was rolled up completely to her waist, and the crotch of her stockings was soaking wet and glistening. Her lower abdomen was still twitching slightly from the vibrations inside her, and her love juices were seeping from her opening, flowing down her thighs.

The two stared at each other for a few seconds.

Then, Chu Qing suddenly leaned down and kissed the girl's lips again.

The kiss tasted of blood—she had bitten her own lip, and also broken his. Saliva mixed with streaks of blood mingled in their mouths, a salty, metallic taste with a strange sweetness.

The moment Chu Qing's lips touched the Kafka cosplayer's lips, some invisible "channel" suddenly opened.

The feeling was strange—like a valve inside her body being suddenly turned open, and a warm fluid, carrying some kind of "consciousness," flowed through her mouth as their lips met.

Lin Hao—or rather, his fragmented soul—smoothly entered the new body.

The Kafka cosplayer's body visibly stiffened for a moment, and her previously wide-open eyes suddenly lost focus for half a second, with a faint purple glint that was almost imperceptible flashing deep in her pupils.

Then, her eyes changed.

From panic, shame, and confusion, it transformed into a kind of...

Chu Qing found it hard to describe that look—it carried a hint of curiosity, a touch of scrutiny, and an almost playful, all-encompassing composure. It was clearly the same face, but the person's aura changed instantly.

"I see."

The Kafka cosplayer—no, what should I call her now?—speaked slowly, her voice still that gentle female voice, but her tone had completely changed. She even stuck out her tongue and licked the bitten spot on her lip, the movement slow and deliberate as if she were savoring something delicious.

“This body…” she looked down at her chest, “is more impressive than I imagined.”

Without warning, she raised her hands and covered her breasts directly.

It wasn't a rejection as if being violated, but a pure, scrutinizing caress. Fingers dug into the soft flesh of her breasts, pinching and feeling their elasticity, then, through the tight black inner garment, pinched the two erect nipples with her thumb and forefinger, and twisted them forcefully—

"Mmm~!"

A satisfied, nasal groan escaped her throat.

This reaction sent a shiver down Chu Qing's spine. She could clearly feel that the vibration of the vibrating egg inside her body suddenly weakened a little—not really weakened, but rather that the "subject" controlling it had shifted some of its attention to the new body.

At the same time, an even more unfamiliar impulse surged within her.

That wasn't the feeling of being possessed or manipulated.

Rather, it was a desire... a catalyzed and amplified desire from the depths of her own being. The fascination with stockings, the craving for the female body, the contradictory pleasure of control and being controlled—those "seeds" planted before were now blossoming into twisted flowers within her.

Almost instinctively, Chu Qing placed her other hand on the other person's chest.

Through the sweat-soaked inner garment, two hands, four hands, kneaded the same pair of breasts.

"Haa..." The Kafka cosplayer—should we call her "Kafka" now?—tilted her head back, letting out an even louder groan. Her waist arched unconsciously upwards, pressing her breasts even tighter against Chu Qing's hands. "Yes...like that, harder...my nipples are so hard...being rubbed..."

Chu Qing could feel something inside her body collapsing.

Reason screamed at her, warning her that this was wrong, warning her that she had to stop. But her body and her already twisted desires were reveling—she enjoyed the touch, enjoyed the soft feel in her hands, and even more enjoyed hearing the uncontrollable moans the other person made because of her.

"……Mother."

That word slipped from her lips once again.

This time, Kafka wasn't stunned. Instead, she smiled.

That dangerous yet languid smile perfectly replicated the expression of the character in the game. She moved one hand from her chest, instead grabbing Chu Qing's nape and forcing her head down—

Then, she pressed Chu Qing's face against her other breast.

“Good call,” she said breathlessly, her voice full of approval. “Call it again and Mom will let you eat.”

Chu Qing's mind went blank for a moment.

She really... lowered her head, and through the sweat-soaked black fabric, took the erect nipple into her mouth with her lips. Her tongue clumsily licked it, her teeth gently nibbled at it. Meanwhile, her hands remained on the other's chest, almost roughly kneading the other breast.

Kafka's body trembled violently. Her legs wrapped around Chu Qing's waist—the leg still wearing the purple PU boots hung behind Chu Qing's back, while her other bare leg tightly gripped Chu Qing's side waist. The cool, smooth touch of the PU material contrasted sharply with the warmth of her bare skin.

“Yes…yes…that’s it…” Kafka ran his hand through Chu Qing’s short hair, pressing down hard, “Suck…suck hard…Mommy’s milk…”

Chu Qing did as instructed.

She never imagined she would do such a thing. But at this moment, the pleasure of sucking on and licking a woman's breast, and the obscene and immoral language she was hearing, made every cell in her body scream with desire for more.

Meanwhile, Kafka—Lin Hao's fragmented soul—was enjoying it with a dual mind.

On one hand, he controlled this new body, experiencing the sensations of being licked and kneaded. The softness of the girl's breasts, the nipples with sensitivity far exceeding his imagination, and the strange yet familiar pleasure surging from deep within...

On the other hand, he shared Chu Qing's senses through the connection he left inside her body.

This is double the happiness!

No, it's three times.

Because his own body was also in the rented room at that moment, admiring the live sex show he had directed in front of the mirror.

Kafka suddenly released her grip on Chu Qing's hair. Her hand slid down, brushing past Chu Qing's taut back, grabbed the hem of the tight-fitting knitwear, and yanked it upwards sharply—

Chu Qing's upper body was completely exposed to the cool night air.

The black bra had a front clasp and was already half-unfastened, hanging loosely on her chest. Kafka's fingers flicked it lightly, and the remaining clasp popped open.

Those full, firm breasts, which used to be only covered by sports bras during police physical training, were now completely exposed. From the previous stimulation, the nipples were hard as two small pink pebbles, glistening slightly in the dim light.

Kafka's eyes lit up.

“So beautiful,” she murmured, reaching out to grab it. “Even more beautiful than I imagined…”

Her technique was nothing like that of a novice. One hand supported the base of Chu Qing's right breast, feeling its heavy weight and soft texture with her palm, while the other hand pinched the nipple with her fingertips, rubbing and pulling it gently.

Chu Qing let out a sob.

The stimulation from that direct, naked touch far exceeded that from through clothing. She could feel the coolness of the other person's fingertips, the pleasure mixed with pain when her nipples were pulled, and the heat that surged from her chest and lower body at the same time, almost melting her.

“You…you also let me…” she said almost pleadingly.

She wanted equal, mutual stimulation. She wanted to lick the other person's genitals, and she also wanted to be licked by them.

This idea was clearly conveyed to Kafka.

So they started moving almost simultaneously.

Chu Qing lowered her head again, and this time she directly tore open Kafka's black inner garment, which was already soaked with sweat—the fabric was as fragile as paper in her hands, and with a "rip," a long tear appeared.

There was no bra inside.

A pair of breasts, about the same size as her own but more rounded in shape, sprang out. The areolas were a delicate pale pink, and the nipples, erect from the previous stimulation, looked particularly alluring in the night.

Chu Qing took the right one into her mouth without hesitation.

Kafka then kissed her left breast.

The two women, like two hungry cubs, suckled at each other's breasts in the alleyway littered with trash and discarded cardboard boxes. Saliva dripped from their chins, mingling with sweat and leaving glistening marks on their skin. Their bodies were pressed tightly together, their waists and hips rubbing against each other unconsciously and rhythmically.

Their four legs became even more entangled.

Chu Qing's black-stockinged leg slipped between Kafka's legs, rubbing the wet crotch of the stocking against his sensitive labia and clitoris. Meanwhile, Kafka's leg, still clad in a purple PU boot, rubbed the smooth surface of the boot against the inside of Chu Qing's bare thigh, the hard toe occasionally scraping against her clitoris, bringing a tingling sensation mixed with pleasure.

"Ah... um... Mommy's milk... tastes so good..." Chu Qing mumbled indistinctly, her tongue swirling around the areola.

“You too…” Kafka gasped, his teeth gently nibbling at Chu Qing’s nipple, “Your nipple is so hard… and I’m making it even harder…”

Waves of pleasure surged through my breasts.

Chu Qing had never imagined that breasts could be so sensitive—not just the nipples, but the sensation of the entire breast being kneaded, the vibrations transmitted through her chest, and the inexplicable electric current that connected directly from her chest to her lower abdomen.

Her other hand groped and reached between Kafka's legs again.

This time, she didn't use PU pantyhose as a barrier, but instead reached directly for the completely naked side. Her fingers paused momentarily, startled by the intense heat and moisture inside, as soon as they touched the slippery entrance.

It's too wet.

It's just like a spring.

Her two fingers slid in easily, feeling the intense contractions and sucking of the flesh.

"Ugh!" Kafka's body arched suddenly, releasing Chu Qing's nipple, and he threw his head back, letting out a high-pitched moan, "Ah...deeper...deeper..."

Chu Qing's fingers were fully inserted, and she repeatedly scraped the deepest part of the cervix with her knuckles. She could feel the small protrusion trembling and contracting under her fingertips.

Meanwhile, Kafka's fingers found her entrance.

The two women's fingers were frantically churning inside each other's bodies.

The frequency increased, the **** grew stronger. Each thrust reached its deepest point, each withdrawal bringing forth copious amounts of clear, frothy fluid. The lascivious sounds of water echoed through the alley, mingled with heavy breathing and suppressed moans.

The vibrating egg inside Chu Qing's body finally stopped vibrating.

It wasn't shut down, but because—

The climax is here.

This climax was more intense than any before.

It felt as if every nerve ending in her body had exploded at the same moment, from her toes to her scalp, every inch of her skin trembling as if electrocuted. Her vision went completely white, and all she could hear was the frantic pounding of her heart and the soft laughter of that "thing" in her head.

A large amount of vaginal fluid gushed out as if she had lost control of her bladder, soaking the crotch of her black stockings and flowing down her thighs to the ground, where it accumulated into a small puddle among the pile of cardboard boxes.

At the same time as she reached her climax, Kafka also reached his peak.

Chu Qing could clearly feel the flesh walls her fingers touched convulsing and tightening violently, and then a gushing, equally turbulent liquid spurted out, soaking her entire palm and forearm.

The two embraced each other and experienced repeated orgasms inside each other.

The spasms gradually subsided after a full half minute.

But neither of them let go of each other's hands.

Chu Qing's consciousness drifted in the afterglow of pleasure. She could feel Kafka's fingers still inside her, twitching slightly, and feeling the involuntary contractions of her vaginal opening after the orgasm. Her own fingers were still inserted in that warm, moist passage, the pads of her fingers feeling the subtle tremors of the flesh walls.

“It’s really…” Kafka spoke first, his voice still husky with desire, “unexpectedly interesting.”

Her other hand stroked Chu Qing's back, down the spine, and finally stopped at the curve of her hips.

"Officer Chu," she whispered in Chu Qing's ear, "tell me, if someone were to walk by right now and see two scantily clad women playing around in an alley, and one of them is a police officer, what would they think?"

Chu Qing froze.

But Kafka's fingers gently pinched her hip: "Don't worry, there's no one around. But..."

Her other hand slowly withdrew from Chu Qing's body—bringing out even more viscous fluid. Then, that hand, covered in both of their bodily fluids, gently pressed against Chu Qing's lips.

“Lick it clean,” Kafka—or rather, the soul within this body—said with an unquestionable tone, “Lick your mother’s saliva, and your own water, clean it all.”

Chu Qing opened her mouth.

His tongue obediently licked his fingers and palms, slowly rolling the salty, fishy, ​​and slightly sweet mixture into his mouth.

During this process, she saw Kafka's other hand slowly, intentionally or unintentionally, stroking the purple PU stockings that had been pulled down to his knees.

Those eyes were fixed on the legs that were barely visible beneath the thin fabric, their gaze filled with undisguised, naked infatuation.

A fascination with stockings.

A fascination with the female body.

That look in his eyes...

Just like the reflection of herself in the mirror now.