Bonus Chapter 2: The "Special Service" That Cannot Be Returned and the Plaything Named "Lin Ya"

"Sizzle... sizzle..."

Damn it! Damn it!

Zhang Wei—now Lin Ya—was frantically scratching his back with both hands. His fingernails left red marks on the smooth, delicate skin, but he still couldn't find that damned zipper pull.

The gap disappeared.

Not only that, she could even feel the skin growing inwards. It was an extremely terrifying feeling, as if countless tiny roots were piercing through the skin, burrowing into his nerves and blood vessels, trying to completely merge this borrowed skin with his original rough flesh.

"No... I can't become a woman... I still need to work... I still need to..."

Fear made her breathing rapid, and her small breasts heaved violently beneath her JK uniform.

Just then.

"drop--"

The door lock emitted a crisp electronic sound.

That was the sound of a room card being swiped.

Zhang Wei froze, like a rabbit caught in a car headlight, staring in terror at the doorway.

The door opened.

A burly middle-aged man walked in. He was wearing a well-tailored dark gray suit, his tie loosely hanging around his neck, his face flushed, and he reeked of **** and tobacco.

"Why aren't you done packing yet... huh?"

The man was about to explode in anger when his gaze suddenly fixed on the center of the room.

There stood a stunningly beautiful high school girl, trembling with fear.

Her long, jet-black hair was disheveled, and her white shirt was buttoned all the way up, yet it remained taut due to the rise and fall of her chest. Beneath her dark blue pleated skirt were a pair of exquisitely beautiful legs clad in white over-the-knee stockings, the exposed skin of her legs dazzlingly white under the lights.

The man paused for a moment, then narrowed his cloudy eyes and curled a greasy smile at the corner of his mouth.

"Hey, looks like Old Zhao wasn't lying to me."

He casually closed the door and—locked it from the inside.

"He said the hotel recently launched a 'hidden blind box' service, and he didn't expect the quality to be so high."

As the man spoke, he unbuttoned his suit jacket, his greedy eyes like two sticky tongues licking back and forth over Lin Ya's body.

"No...no...I am..."

Zhang Wei wanted to loudly explain, "I'm a cleaner," or "I'm a man."

But when the words came out, they were Lin Ya's soft, sweet, and even slightly coquettish girlish voice:

"I...I'm an employee here..."

The voice was so soft, so soft it was like a **** acceptance.

“Employee? Heh heh, I get it, I get it.” The man didn’t stop, but instead moved closer. “Now you’re playing this game, huh? The ‘pure female college student working part-time’ script? I like it.”

"No...don't come any closer!"

Zhang Wei panicked. He instinctively wanted to back away, but his body seemed to betray him.

Those slender legs, encased in white over-the-knee stockings, instinctively went weak when faced with the pressure of the strong man. Their knees involuntarily pulled together, rubbing against each other with a soft, blush-inducing "rustling" sound.

"Why are you running? Dressed like that, aren't you just there to be fucked?"

The man suddenly reached out and grabbed Lin Ya's wrist.

"ah!"

Zhang Wei exclaimed in surprise.

The man's hand was rough, warm, and strong. For the old Zhang Wei, this strength was nothing. But for the current "Lin Ya," it was like an iron clamp binding her.

"Your skin is so soft..."

The man's thumb caressed the smooth skin on the inside of her wrist, and he exclaimed, "It's even smoother than the top girls in those so-called high-end clubs. This feel... tsk tsk, it really feels like a seventeen or eighteen-year-old girl."

"Let go...please..."

Tears welled up uncontrollably in her eyes. It was a physiological reaction of the girl's body—her tear ducts were too developed, and she would cry at the slightest stimulation.

But her tearful appearance only fueled the man's sadistic desires.

"Why are you crying? You'll have your turn to cry later."

The man suddenly pulled Lin Ya into his arms.

A strong smell of men's cologne mixed with the stench of sweat rushed into Zhang Wei's nostrils.

"Ugh...!"

He instinctively tried to push her away, but her slender little hands rested on the man's broad chest, as if tickling him.

"Let me check what kind of nice things are you wearing under this school uniform."

The man's large hand slid down her waist.

It glided over her flat stomach, over the fabric of her pleated skirt, and finally stopped at the edge of her white over-the-knee socks.

"These socks...are so white."

The man squatted down, his stubble-covered face close to Lin Ya's thigh.

"No...don't touch there..."

Zhang Wei pleaded desperately. It was his last shred of dignity as a man.

But the man ignored him completely. He grabbed Lin Ya's thigh with his large hand.

That is the absolute domain.

That is one of the most sensitive and delicate parts of this body.

The rough fingertips made direct contact with that snow-white skin and pinched it hard.

"ah--!!"

Lin Ya let out a scream.

It wasn't just pain; it was an electric current shooting straight to her brain. Her body's sensitivity was amplified countless times, and the man's hand felt like it carried a high-voltage charge, instantly shattering her defenses.

"That sounds really nice."

The man chuckled, his fingers hooking the lace trim of his white over-the-knee socks.

"Sizzle—"

He pulled hard.

The socks that were originally tightly wrapped around the thighs were pulled open, revealing the red marks left by the tightness inside.

"Those legs...that fleshiness...absolutely amazing."

The man licked the red mark as if he were appreciating a work of art.

"babble--!"

A damp, rough tongue.

Zhang Wei felt goosebumps rise all over his body. The nausea and the strange pleasure surging from deep within his body intertwined, almost making him faint.

"It's not over yet."

The man's hand continued upwards, unceremoniously lifting up the dark blue pleated skirt.

"Splash—"

Her skirt fluttered in the wind.

At that moment, the air seemed to freeze.

The man stopped moving.

Zhang Wei also held his breath, feeling so ashamed he wanted to die on the spot.

Beneath that fluttering skirt.

On those pure white over-the-knee socks.

There are no underwear.

There was only a smooth, hairless, and pinkish-white vulva, just like that of a newborn baby.

The tiny slit was tightly closed, and because of the stimulation just now, a trace of crystal-clear liquid had seeped out, glistening with a lewd sheen under the light.

"Holy crap...it's a white tiger!"

The man's eyes widened, and his breathing instantly became heavy as a bull's.

"So provocative? Not even wearing underwear?"

He raised his head, his eyes devoid of any reason, filled only with the most primal lust.

"Looks like you were prepared all along... you little slut."

"No...no...I didn't..."

Zhang Wei wanted to explain that it was a piece of leather left behind by the previous customer, and that he had simply worn the wrong one.

But who would believe such a thing?

Before he could finish speaking, the man suddenly stood up and shoved him onto the messy waterbed.

"Thump—splash—"

The waterbed shook violently, and Zhang Wei felt as if he had fallen into a trap.

He tried to get up, but the JK uniform was too tight, restricting his movements. He could only lie on his back on the bed, his beautiful legs, clad in white over-the-knee socks, kicking weakly, trying to find a foothold.

But this actually revealed more.

From a man's perspective, this is a beautiful girl in a uniform, legs spread, crying and shouting no, but her body is wet.

"Since you want it so much, Uncle will grant your wish!"

The man grinned maliciously and unbuckled his belt.

"Click".

The sound of the metal buckle being undone sounded to Zhang Wei like a **** knell from hell.

"No... I'm a man... I'm Zhang Wei... I'm a cleaner..."

He screamed frantically in his heart, but only broken sobs came out of his mouth:

"Waaah...no...please..."

The man pressed down on her.

That heavy body was like a mountain, pressing down on the slender girl's body, making it hard for her to breathe.

His rough, large hands mercilessly parted the beautiful legs encased in white over-the-knee stockings and placed them on his shoulders.

"Those legs... are fucking amazing."

The man exclaimed in admiration and gave the sole of the foot, which was still wearing a sock, a big kiss.

Then, that hard, hot thing pressed against that moist entrance.

"What...what is this...?"

Zhang Wei's pupils dilated suddenly.

That feeling of something foreign...it felt so real.

Although he lacked female genitalia, this "skin" possessed them. Moreover, the sensory system of this skin completely covered his nerves.

He could clearly feel that hot thing pushing open the tight crevice, rubbing and probing the delicate mucous membrane.

"So tight...it's already this tight before I've even gone in..."

The man was breathing heavily when his waist suddenly sank.

"Pfft—!!"

"Aaaaaaahh ...

A piercing scream echoed through room 308.

In that instant, Zhang Wei felt as if he were being torn apart.

It wasn't a physical tearing apart, but a tearing apart of the soul.

Zhang Wei, a man, died.

Instead, "Lin Ya" was used as a plaything.

The thick thing ruthlessly pierced through the thin barrier, penetrating deep into the untouched depths.

"It hurts...it hurts so much...ouch...it's so swollen..."

Tears streamed down my face like a burst dam.

But this body… this damned, wanton girl’s body…

It was tightening.

The inner walls instinctively writhed, clinging to the intruder and secreting copious amounts of lubricating fluid to lubricate the act of ****.

"Holy crap! This is so awesome!!"

The man let out a low growl and began to thrust wildly.

"Slap! Slap! Slap!"

The sounds of flesh colliding echoed in the room.

With each impact, Zhang Wei's slender waist would bounce violently, and her small breasts would tremble wildly beneath her JK shirt. Her white over-the-knee socks swayed limply in the air, the lace trim at the top digging into her thighs, leaving red marks with each movement.

"I am...I am a man..."

Zhang Wei closed his eyes in despair.

But amidst that overwhelming pleasure and excruciating pain, he heard himself moaning, louder and more seductive than ever before:

"Ah... um... Uncle... be gentle... Lin Ya... Lin Ya is going to break..."

That was the voice of this "skin".

That's his voice now.

Outside the window, the night was deep.

In this room filled with pink lights, a cleaner's fate was completely rewritten.