Service at Wanmin Restaurant

Yanfei slid onto the narrow bench of the corner stall just as Xiangling bounced up with a steaming bowl of ramen already in hand.

“Yanfei-jiejie! You’re right on time—extra chili oil and the soft-boiled egg just the way you like it!”

The younger chef set the bowl down with a bright, energetic beam. Her upper half looked almost professional: the familiar orange-and-white top, scarf neatly tied, hair in its usual high twin-tails. Everything below the waist was a different story. An extremely short apron hung from her hips, the hem stopping exactly at the soft crease where her pussy lips began. The moment she turned or leaned, the apron flipped up and left nothing to the imagination. Her bare ass was fully on display, round and faintly marked by earlier handprints. When she walked, the slick folds of her cunt were completely visible between her thighs, already shiny and slightly parted from whatever attention she had received before Yanfei arrived.

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The restaurant was purposefully cramped. Stalls barely wide enough for two people forced every customer to brush against the staff. Hands reached out the instant Xiangling passed.

A dock worker on her left simply cupped her bare ass and squeezed while she was still speaking to Yanfei. Xiangling only giggled and pushed back into the touch.

“Ah—careful, mister, I still have three more bowls to carry!”

Two fingers from another table slipped straight between her legs from behind, parting her slick lips and sinking in to the knuckle. Xiangling’s knees dipped for half a second; a soft, happy little moan escaped her, but she kept smiling and adjusted the chopsticks on Yanfei’s tray.

“Your order’s perfect, jiejie—don’t let it get cold!”

She started moving again, weaving through the tight aisles. Every few steps another hand found her. Someone pinched a nipple through her top.

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(artist: miyu)
Someone else hooked two fingers into her cunt and pumped them in time with her steps until her thighs trembled and she came with a quiet, shuddering gasp right next to a table of laughing sailors. She never stopped smiling. She never pulled away. She leaned into every grab, every finger, every open-handed slap on her exposed ass, treating the constant molestation like just another part of the lunch rush.