Getting Ready

Shen Yanxi's final remark drew an unspoken, lecherous grin from the three older men.

She pulled her dazed mother straight toward the massive walk-in closet, closing the door behind them with a firm push.

The soft thud of the door slamming shut split her mother's world clean in two.

Outside the door lay filthy desires and transactions; inside, humiliation, struggle, and compromise.

This space was larger than her mother's bedroom at home. Three walls were covered with rows of brand-new women's clothing, most tags still intact.

Centered on a low stool lay a pristine sports outfit, its stark whiteness almost blinding.

"Here, Lingling, this is the one."

Shen Yanxi picked up the outfit and held it up against her mother. "You tried it yesterday—a new Veloss design not yet released. Mr. Wang specifically requested you wear it."

Her mother's gaze fell on the outfit, her heart sinking.

It was the "sporty" set she'd tried yesterday!

The top was a painfully skimpy white tank top—sleeveless, strapless, and designed to be extremely short. Judging by its length, it wouldn't even cover half a breast when worn, let alone the fact that the hem barely reached above the belly button, leaving the entire waist and abdomen starkly exposed.

The fabric was paper-thin, nearly transparent under the light. Mom could vividly imagine how clearly her nipples would show through!

The skirt was equally scandalous—a white pleated miniskirt so short it was outrageous, barely 25cm long by her estimate. A flimsy lace trim adorned the hem, adding a hint of allure, though it would likely only just cover the lower edge of her buttocks when worn!

"Yanxi, this... this is far too revealing!"

Mom instinctively took a step back, wanting to distance herself from that shameful outfit. "And those three men outside were groping me earlier like they were going to devour me! Didn't you say yesterday it was just for a few photos?"

"Photos, yes. That's correct."

Shen Yanxi set the dress aside and turned back, her smile unchanged but her eyes growing colder. "Lingling, haven't you grasped the situation yet? Those three executives paid real money. Do you think they're fools? They spent a fortune to bring you here—do you really think it's just to see you dressed like a conservative middle-aged woman for some arty photos to hang on their walls?"

Shen Yanxi's tone turned stern as she stepped closer to her mother. "Don't forget who called me in desperation. I, Shen Yanxi, didn't hesitate—I turned down millions in deals to help you. Now I'm just asking you to change clothes. What's the problem? Are you refusing?"

Her mother was rendered speechless by these words, her face alternating between red and pale.

Yes, there was no turning back now.

Seeing her mother's wavering resolve, Shen Yanxi softened her tone again. She reached out to put her arm around her mother's shoulder, leaning against her intimately like they did in college. "My dear sister," she murmured gently, "I know you feel wronged. But think about your son, think about your own future. Get through this hurdle today, and the days ahead will be good ones. Mr. Wang has a thing for that—he loves the athletic vibe, the healthy yet sensual strength he sees in women. Just think of it as for our future. Bear with it, okay?"

She patted her mother's back, stepped back, and leaned against the dressing room door, arms crossed over her chest, adopting a stance that clearly said, "I'm staying right here to watch you change."

"Hurry up. Don't keep Mr. Wang and the others waiting."

Mom knew she had no room left to refuse.

Steeling herself, her hands trembling, she began unbuttoning her beige shirt.

One button, two buttons...

As the buttons came undone, her full breasts emerged from beneath the fabric.

Shen Yanxi's gaze settled on her mother's ample bosom, still encased in the bra, a smirk curling her lips.

"Tsk tsk, still got it."

"I'm so jealous of you. Unlike me, who needs padding to make an impression. I remember back in college, your boobs were a whole cup size bigger than everyone else's. The way they swayed when you walked left all the girls in our dorm gawking like fools."

Hearing these explicit comments, Mom's cheeks burned hot enough to fry an egg.

She swiftly shed her shirt and wide-leg pants, leaving only her final layer of lingerie.

The bra lifted her snow-white breasts into breathtaking curves, the deep cleavage resembling a chasm.

The matching panties clung tightly to her pert buttocks and the mysterious triangle below.

Mom turned her back to Shen Yanxi and reached behind to unhook her bra.

With a soft click, the final barrier restraining those ample breasts snapped open.

She quickly crossed her arms over her chest, shielding the two snow-white mounds threatening to spill free.

"Turn around so I can see," Shen Yanxi commanded.

Mom bit her lip, her body stiffening as she turned.

Even with her arms shielding them, the large, rounded contours remained clearly visible. Shen Yanxi's gaze swept over Mom's entire body, finally settling on the last remaining piece of underwear.

"Take off your panties too."

"What?!" Mom gasped.

"I said, take them off."

"This tennis skirt is so short. If you wear panties, the edge will show with every movement. How embarrassing? Professional athletes shoot these photos without underwear—it's industry standard."

"I... I'm not that kind of woman!" Her eyes instantly welled up with tears.

"Oh? Now you're talking about boundaries?"

Shen Yanxi smiled, though the warmth didn't reach her eyes. "Lingling, sweetie, be a good girl. It's just photos. It won't hurt you. With a figure like yours, it'd be such a waste not to show it off properly."

She advanced step by step, closing in on Mom, the pressure mounting.

"Now, take it off."

Seeing Mom still frozen in place, Shen Yanxi lost patience.

She walked up to Mom and unexpectedly crouched down, her warm fingers brushing the edge of the underwear at Mom's waist.

Mom shuddered violently, clamping her legs together. "What are you doing?!"

"Helping you."

Shen Yanxi smiled like a demon. Her hand slid to Mom's waist and with a gentle tug, pulled down that small piece of fabric along with Mom's last shred of dignity.

The underwear slid over her firm, rounded hips, down her long legs, and finally fell to her ankles.

Her mother's body was completely exposed to the air. She clamped her legs together even tighter, trying to cover that most private view, but Shen Yanxi reached out and pressed down on her knees, stopping her movement.

"Don't hide it. We're all women—what's there to be embarrassed about?"

Shen Yanxi stood up, her gaze roaming boldly over her mother's naked body before nodding with satisfaction.

She turned and retrieved a brand-new pair of nude pantyhose from the nearby drawer, tearing open the packaging.

"Come on, lift your leg."

Her mother raised one leg mechanically.

Shen Yanxi crouched down, gently rolling the stocking's edge over her mother's toes before pulling it up inch by inch.

The silky, cool fabric clung to her skin, climbing from ankle to calf to knee...

With each inch the stockings ascended, her mother's heart sank deeper into despair.

When the stockings reached the top of her thigh, her mother finally sensed something was terribly wrong.

A chill crept up from between her legs...

She snapped her head down to look and gasped in horror. The crotch of these stockings wasn't reinforced like ordinary ones—it was completely transparent, just like the legs!

Meaning her most private area was now separated only by a layer of sheer, butterfly-wing-thin stocking fabric, practically exposed to the world!

"Yanxi! These stockings..."

"Aren't they sexy?"

Shen Yanxi stood up, clapped her hands, and stepped back to admire her handiwork. "Perfect. Absolutely perfect!"

She handed the miniskirt to her mother. "Put it on."

Her mother took the skirt with trembling hands and slipped it on.

The elastic waistband cinched tightly around her slender waist, accentuating her barely-there waistline to perfection. The pitifully short hem barely covered the lower curve of her buttocks.

The slightest movement sent the lace hem brushing against the base of her thighs. The hollow emptiness beneath the skirt—that sensation of utter exposure—was a shameful first for her.

"Top."

Shen Yanxi handed over the tight-fitting vest, and Mom mechanically slipped it on.

The thin fabric clung tightly to her body, completely outlining her pair of high, firm breasts. The friction of the material caused her nipples to stiffen uncontrollably, forming two distinct, prominent points.

She felt her chest being tightly constricted, and looking down revealed her deep, plunging cleavage.

The large openwork design at the back exposed her entire smooth, firm back to the cool air.

"And these."

Shen Yanxi finally handed over white sneakers, wrist guards, and a headband.

Mom put everything on neatly. Shen Yanxi then personally gathered her loose hair into a youthful high ponytail, finishing with the white headband.

Everything was ready.

"Alright, go look in the mirror."

Mom stiffly turned and walked toward the large full-length mirror.

When she saw her reflection, she froze completely.

The face was still the familiar, cool expression, but the outfit she wore was so revealing, so full of youthful energy yet exuding extreme allure—a tennis ensemble.

The high ponytail made her look like a newly-minted college student, pure and vibrant.

Yet the curves outlined by the tight fabric—the ample breasts, the slender waist, the firm, rounded buttocks, and those long, shapely legs encased in flesh-colored stockings—along with the tantalizing glimpses of skin peeking through the sheer tank top, radiated the boundless allure of a mature woman.

Innocence and sensuality—two diametrically opposed qualities—were somehow fused within her mother.

What embarrassed her most was that beneath that pitifully short skirt... there was nothing at all.

Air flowed freely between her legs without obstruction. That feeling of utter exposure made her wish she could vanish into a crack in the ground.

"Perfect!"

Shen Yanxi's voice rang out behind her. She stepped forward, wrapping her arms around Mom's waist and pulling her tightly into an embrace.

Together they gazed at the mirror. Shen Yanxi rested her chin affectionately on Mom's shoulder, her warm breath tickling her ear.

"See? Lingling, this is who you truly are."

"Not that stern, dowdy coach in baggy tracksuits—but a stunning, irresistible beauty who drives every man wild."

Her hand began to gently trace the contours of her mother's flat, toned abdomen, feeling the taut muscle lines beneath.

"Don't worry. When Mr. Wang sees you like this, the final payment will surprise you. He might even throw in extra cash if he's feeling generous."

Mom bit her lip tightly, saying nothing.

"Alright, let's go. We don't want to keep our sugar daddy waiting."

With that, Shen Yanxi released her embrace around Mom's waist and instead took her cold wrist, pulling her toward the door.

Click.