Let the shoot begin!

The moment the door swung open, the boisterous chatter outside abruptly fell silent.

Three pairs of predatory eyes instantly locked onto her. When their gazes settled on the woman at the doorway—dressed in a tennis outfit that was both innocent and provocative—the air seemed to freeze.

Mr. Wang's cigar clattered to the floor. Mr. Li's hand holding his wine glass froze mid-air. And Mr. Zhao's rotund face betrayed an unashamed look of mesmerized greed.

"Holy shit..."

An audible gasp broke the deathly silence.

Shen Yanxi wore a triumphant smile as she gently nudged her mother from behind, pushing her like an exhibit into the center of the three men's gaze.

"What do you think, gentlemen?"

"This 'collectible' of mine hasn't disappointed you, has it?"

"Disappointed? Hell no! This is a fucking surprise! A nuclear bomb!"

Mr. Wang was the first to recover. His small eyes blazed with excitement as he clapped and approached Mom, murmuring in admiration, "Ms. Shen, you're a fucking genius! This is exactly the vibe I wanted! Innocence with a hint of sass, athleticism with a touch of wildness! This is tailor-made for Veloss's new product line!"

He stepped before Mom, lifting his gaze from her high ponytail to her ample bosom, then down to her impossibly narrow waist, finally fixating on the sheer stocking-clad legs peeking beneath her miniskirt.

"Those legs... that waist... and those tits..."

Mr. Wang's eyes gleamed as he extended his thick, calloused hand, reaching directly for Mom's waist.

"Ah!"

Mom's body trembled as if scalded, but the piercing glare from Shen Yanxi froze her in place.

Mr. Wang's palm, rough with thin calluses and reeking of cigars, brushed unabashedly across her flat, firm abdomen through the thin, tight-fitting vest.

"Those abs... Hmm, clearly well-trained."

He turned to boast to the other two as he groped her. "Old Li, Old Zhao, come see! The feel of this—unbeatable!"

Mr. Li and Mr. Zhao immediately crowded around. The three men formed a wall of flesh, trapping Mom in their suffocating embrace.

"Brother Wang's right—this waist is seriously firm!"

Mr. Li's hand slid onto Mom's other side of her waist, his fingers even trying to slip under the elastic waistband of her short skirt. "So slim yet resilient—must be a blast to play with!"

"I still think this ass is the most satisfying!"

Mr. Zhao's gaze was the most direct. He circled behind Mom and gave her pert buttocks a firm slap with his large palm—not too hard, not too soft.

Through the thin skirt and even thinner stockings, the astonishing elasticity and texture sent a flush of excitement across Zhao’s face.

"Feel it! This bounce! This lift! Way more satisfying than those dead muscles from the gym! This is the real deal—a pure, natural masterpiece of a butt!"

His palm pressed against the flesh, kneading it forcefully, savoring the full contours of those two mounds.

Mom was mortified and furious, her body stiffening as she clenched her fists tightly. The chilly emptiness beneath her skirt contrasted with the burning heat radiating from the lecherous hand on her buttocks, creating a dual torment of ice and fire.

"And these legs—"

Mr. Wang traced the curve of her waist downward, his hand finally resting on her thigh. Through the smooth stockings, he felt the taut lines of her leg muscles. "If those were wrapped around my waist... Sigh... I dare not imagine it, dare not imagine it!"

"Mr. Wang, you really ought to take it easy,"

Shen Yanxi giggled seductively from the side, fanning the flames. "Our Lingling is a first-timer in this line of work. She's easily embarrassed. Don't scare her off."

"Hahahaha! Shy? That's exactly why she's so much fun!"

Mr. Wang roared with laughter, his finger tracing an suggestive arc along the inner curve of Mom's thigh. "I love women who look prim on the outside but are wild as hell inside! Yanxi, you've found the perfect girl for me! She'll star in the ad for our new energy drink. I've even got the theme figured out—it'll be called 'Champion's Sweat'!"

The torrent of vulgar remarks washed over her like a tidal wave. Mom felt like a naked animal tossed into a wet market, left for these men to critique and toy with at will.

Her soul seemed to have left her body, leaving behind only a shell to be manipulated.

Just as she felt she might suffocate, Shen Yanxi finally stepped forward, smiling as she smoothed things over: "Alright, alright, you three bosses, no need to rush. Let our photographer, Little Ma, finish setting up the equipment first. When we start the official shoot, you'll get a close-up, all-around look—a proper chance to observe and appreciate."

At her words, a chubby young man who'd been cowering in the corner lifted his head.

This was photographer Xiao Ma. Though he was fiddling with a professional camera, his eyes—hidden behind thick lenses—kept stealing glances at Mom, filled with awe and unspoken desire.

Only then did the three older men reluctantly release their grip.

Mom felt as if she'd been granted a reprieve, stumbling backward as if fleeing for her life, desperate to get as far away from these three demons as possible.

But after taking just two steps back, her back slammed into something soft yet firm.

Turning around in shock, she realized it was none other than the photographer, Xiao Ma!

When Mom collided with him, Xiao Ma's body visibly stiffened. Instead of stepping away, he instinctively leaned forward a bit more.

Instantly, Mom felt something hot and hard pressing firmly against her butt crack through the thin stockings!

Her eyes darted downward in horror, only to see Xiaoma's baggy work pants now tented dramatically at the crucial spot...

"Ah..."

Her face flushed crimson in an instant, blood rushing to her cheeks. She let out a startled cry and leapt backward, scrambling to create distance between herself and Xiaoma.

"I... I'm sorry, Miss Zhu! I... I didn't mean to!"

Xiao Ma panicked, stammering his apology as his chubby face turned a deep, flushed crimson.

"Enough, enough! What are you all standing around for? Get ready to start!"

Shen Yanxi stepped forward again to take charge. She shot Xiao Ma a stern look, then clapped her hands and announced, "Shooting officially begins!"

A corner of the living room had been cleared, set up with a professional backdrop and several large softboxes. The pure white backdrop extended all the way to the floor, clearly separating this area from the rest of the room.

Xiao Ma picked up the camera and instantly switched into work mode, shedding all traces of his earlier awkwardness. He directed his mother: "Miss Zhu, please step to the center of the backdrop."

Mom complied, forcing herself to ignore the three men's stares. She took stiff steps and came to a halt before the white backdrop.

"Yes, right there."

Xiao Ma watched her through the lens, his voice sounding considerably more professional. "Relax a bit—you're too stiff right now. Come on, take a deep breath... Yes... That's good."

As he spoke, he continued directing: "Now, place your right hand on your waist. Yes, just like that. Then tilt your body slightly to the left, letting your curves show... Perfect... Now, lift your chest. Imagine you're the champion who just won the race. Be proud!"

Mom instinctively followed his instructions.

She placed her right hand on her hip, tilted her body slightly, then instinctively straightened her spine and thrust out her chest.

However, Mom didn't realize how deadly this pose was for her current outfit.

The sideways turn instantly stretched her already extremely short pleated skirt to its limit. The hem flipped upward, completely exposing her right buttock, clad in sheer stockings, to the air!

The sheer, flesh-colored stockings clung tightly to her full buttocks, even revealing the shadow of her butt crack!

Her thrusting chest further strained the already tight tank top, squeezing her ample breasts into an even more pronounced curve. Her nipples, hardened by tension and shame, stood fully erect, forming two proud peaks against the tight fabric!