Trying some clothes on

Shen Yanxi's enthusiasm burned like a blazing fire, leaving Mom feeling utterly flustered.

"Don't just stand there, my champion!"

She grabbed Mom's hand and pulled her toward the oversized dressing room mirror. "Come on, time is precious—let's try on tomorrow's outfit right away. Quick, take off what you're wearing first."

Mom instinctively shielded her chest. In the mirror, she stood in that tight, outdated dress, looking decidedly shabby and out of place beside the dazzling Shen Yanxi.

"This dress of yours... Tsk, tsk..."

Shen Yanxi reached out without hesitation, pinching the fabric of Mom’s dress with a look of disgust. "What era is this style from? The material is stiff and has zero stretch—it’s wasting your great figure. Seriously, the only thing it does is stretch out the shape of your big boobs and perky butt. Other than that, it’s utterly useless. Take it off, take it off! It’s an eyesore."

Her mother’s face flushed crimson instantly. She bit her lower lip, hesitating to move.

Though she’d agreed to the photoshoot, the thought of stripping naked in front of another person—even another woman—filled her with an indescribable shame.

"Oh, my dear sister, why are you being so shy?"

Shen Yanxi noticed her mother's discomfort and playfully wrapped an arm around her shoulders, pulling her closer. "Have you forgotten? Back in college, we were in the public bathhouse together. You scrubbed my back, I lathered yours—is there any part of each other we haven't seen? Back then you even teased me about my small chest, saying it wasn't even half the size of yours. What's the matter now? Can't recognize your old sister just because I'm dressed?"

The deliberately recalled college memories—those scenes of playful banter in the bathhouse and whispered secrets under dormitory blankets—floated before her eyes, gradually easing her mother's awkwardness and guardedness.

Yes, they had once been so intimately close.

Under Shen Yanxi's half-joking, half-urging gaze, Mom finally relented.

She turned away, her back to Shen Yanxi, her face flushed. Awkwardly, she reached behind herself and fumbled with the cold zipper.

Zip—

The zipper slid all the way down.

Unconstrained, her long-suppressed full breasts and rounded hips seemed to burst free instantly. Mom slid the dress off her body and tossed it casually onto a nearby chair.

In the mirror, a figure appeared—one that would make any woman envious and any man go wild.

She wore only the most basic flesh-colored lingerie, yet even that couldn't conceal her stunning figure.

Her large, round breasts strained against the slightly faded cotton bra, threatening to spill free; a faint six-pack was visible on her flat, toned stomach; and the equally ordinary panties were stretched into a tantalizing thin line by her firm, full buttocks, sinking deep into her cleft.

"Holy shit..."

Shen Yanxi stared wide-eyed, her voice filled with awe. "Lingling, your... your figure is even more incredible than back in college! Can this really be a mother who's given birth?!"

As she spoke, she motioned for her mother to remove her undergarments.

A wave of embarrassment washed over her mother again, and she instinctively shook her head.

"Be a good girl."

Shen Yanxi's tone was gentle, yet carried the authority of a superior.

She stepped behind her mother, resting her hands on her shoulders and whispering into her ear, "Forgot? You already took the 20,000 yuan deposit. From the moment you agreed, your body wasn't entirely your own anymore. At least in front of my camera, it's a 'work of art'—and art doesn't need a fig leaf."

The moment "twenty thousand" was uttered, Mom instantly lost any ground to refuse.

Indeed, having already taken the money, what right did she have to play coy now?

Mom closed her eyes, her long lashes trembling slightly. She raised her hands and unhooked the bra clasp at her back.

With a soft click, those two snow-white, ample mounds of flesh were suddenly freed from their constraints. They swayed slightly in the air, tracing two breathtaking arcs.

Then, she bent down and slipped off the last line of defense.

When Mom straightened up again, the mirror reflected a flawless, mature woman standing completely naked.

The air seemed to freeze in that moment.

Shen Yanxi's breathing grew slightly ragged.

She circled Mom, admiring her repeatedly, her eyes filled with awe and fascination.

"So beautiful... absolutely perfect..."

Shen Yanxi reached out, her fingertips tracing her mother's warm spine. From the elegant nape of her neck, she glided down the smooth curve of her back, finally resting on the firm, rounded buttocks.

Her mother's body trembled under her touch, a fine layer of goosebumps rising on her skin.

"Don't move."

Feeling the firm, resilient muscles beneath her mother's skin, Shen Yanxi couldn't help but praise, "Look at these muscles—how beautiful! So tight and powerful. Not like those skinny little girls I work with, skinny as monkeys, nothing but bones to the touch."

She stepped back to face her mother, her gaze settling on the pair of large, proudly erect breasts. Without hesitation, she cupped them in her hands, weighing their softness in her palms.

"Mmm, all natural. The feel is just different."

"The shape is perfect too—big and perky. Way classier than those silicone implants I paid a fortune to get for my models."

"My clients? They love this kind of raw, natural look."

Mom flushed scarlet, wishing she could sink through the floor.

Right then, Shen Yanxi's hands were kneading Mom's most intimate area. The sensation was both unfamiliar and thrilling.

"And this butt..."

Shen Yanxi moved behind her mother, reaching out to give the firm, rounded buttocks a light yet firm pat.

The crisp "smack" sent another shiver through her mother's body, a surge of heat racing up from her lower abdomen.

"So perky and springy, with perfect curves! Lingling, you know what? Men have absolutely no resistance to a butt like this."

Every touch, every comment from Shen Yanxi steadily eroded her mother's will. With her experienced words and touch, she gradually coaxed this wild, untamed mare into surrendering her resistance.

Only after thoroughly admiring and appraising her did Shen Yanxi straighten up with satisfaction.

Her gaze fell on the dazzling red bodycon dress on the bed. After a moment's thought, she suddenly shook her head. "No, not that one for now."

She turned to her mother, still standing naked before the mirror, a smile curling her lips.

"Our grand champion can't wear something so tacky for her first battle outfit."

"We're going all out with what suits you best."

"Sporty style."

With that, Shen Yanxi turned and stepped back into the walk-in closet. When she emerged, she was already clutching a pile of colorful garments. She tossed the heap onto the plush bed and began spreading them out one by one.

Mom’s gaze was instantly drawn to the spread.

There was a white tennis skirt, its hem impossibly short and pleated, radiating youthful energy.

Next to it lay an equally white sports bra—barely enough fabric to cover two nipples.

Alongside them were a pair of sheer nude stockings and brand-new white sneakers.

"Here, put this set on first."

Shen Yanxi picked up the ridiculously small sports tank top and held it out to her mother. "Let your big sister see if our sprint champion can still channel that old track-dominating vibe in this outfit."

Mom stared at the pile of clothes, a wave of intense resistance surging through her.

This wasn't athletic wear—it was lingerie disguised as sports gear!

Especially that ridiculously short skirt. The slightest bend at the waist would leave her entire backside exposed!

Her mother instinctively reached for her own underwear, but Shen Yanxi's quick fingers stopped her hand mid-air.

"Hey, why are you grabbing that?"

Shen Yanxi winked at her, a sly smile playing on her lips. "You're wearing stockings—why bother with underwear? It's redundant. The thrill is in that bare-bottomed sensation under the skirt, you know?"

"I don't know..." Mom almost blurted out.

"You'll understand soon enough."

Shen Yanxi gave her no chance to protest, shoving the spaghetti-strap top into her hands. "Hurry up and put it on. No dawdling. Or do you want me to help you?"

Under Shen Yanxi’s intense gaze, Mom finally relented.

She picked up the tight sports bra and struggled to pull it over her head.

The fabric was incredibly elastic yet alarmingly tight, clinging to her upper body like a second layer of synthetic skin.

Once on, her two large, full breasts were compressed into new shapes. A generous portion of her snow-white flesh spilled over the straps' edges, rising and falling with each breath to form a deep, alluring cleavage.

Next came the flesh-colored stockings.

Mom sat on the edge of the bed, awkwardly pulling the stockings up inch by inch from her toes.

The silky, cool fabric clung to her thighs, sending unfamiliar tingles through her body.

When she stood up and pulled the stockings up to her waist, an indescribable wave of shame washed over her.

Below... there was nothing.

Nothing but that thin layer of stocking, no other covering.

The softest part of her private area pressed directly against the stocking fabric, the sensation so vivid it made her want to cry.

Finally, the white tennis skirt.

When Mom stood before the mirror in the skirt, even she gasped.

The woman reflected was tall and athletic, radiating a contradictory charm blending mature femininity with youthful vitality.

The tight-fitting straps accentuated her ample bust and toned abdomen to perfection, while the ultra-short pleated skirt barely covered the lower curve of her rounded hips. Her long legs, encased in flesh-colored stockings, appeared even straighter and more slender, exuding immense sensuality.

This ensemble preserved her athletic identity while utterly transforming it into something playful and sensual.

It was a blatant act of sacrilege.

"Perfect!"

Shen Yanxi clapped her hands in satisfaction, circling her mother with admiring murmurs. "Lingling, I always knew you were a natural beauty. Come on, show me your serve."

Her mother stood rigid, utterly still.

"Come on, just think of it as warm-up."

Shen Yanxi urged, even giving her mother's pert buttocks a push. "Stick your hips out, arch your back down—yes, that's it!"

Mom felt her cheeks burning hot enough to fry an egg.

She closed her eyes, mentally cursing Shen Yanxi a thousand times over, yet her body still obeyed involuntarily, striking a textbook tennis serve stance.

The movement instantly lifted her already pert bottom even higher. The hem of her short skirt rode up, revealing the full curves of her buttocks encased in flesh-colored stockings, even the shadow of her cleft faintly visible.

The chilly, empty sensation below made her cringe with shame, her toes curling.

Shen Yanxi's eyes sparkled as she clapped excitedly. "Yes! That's the feeling! Imagine how excited those wealthy bosses will be when they see our former national champion, like a docile little kitten, sticking out her butt waiting for them to 'serve'! How thrilled they'll be! How crazy they'll go?!"

"No, I didn't mean to... I just..."

Mom was about to explain that she was only doing this one shoot and had no intention of mingling with any bosses. But Shen Yanxi seemed completely deaf to her words, continuing to direct the shoot at her own pace.

"Alright, next outfit."

With that, Shen Yanxi picked up a fresh "battle uniform" from the bed.

"The athletic look was just an appetizer. Next, we're going for the corporate elite vibe."

This so-called "business attire" was even more outrageous than the previous outfit.

A perfectly tailored black blazer, worn over nothing but a black lace bra.

And the lower half... nothing at all!

No skirt, no pants—just a pair of black stockings that clung from her waist to her toes, and a pair of black stilettos with heels over 10cm tall!

When Mom slipped into this outfit, she felt like she was going to lose her mind.

The jacket's buttons could barely fasten the single front one, squeezing her ample breasts into a deep cleavage.

Beneath the hem, her flat, toned stomach and sexy abs were visible.

Lower down, the stockings hugged her curves from waist to thighs.

Especially that perfectly rounded, pert buttock—its shape perfectly defined by the tight black fabric, revealing not even a hint of panty lines because she wasn't wearing any!

"Come, walk over to the window. Let me see," Shen Yanxi directed.

Mom stumbled with each step in those high heels that could easily snap her ankle.

She stood before the massive floor-to-ceiling window, her back to Shen Yanxi. Staring at the unfamiliar, provocative reflection in the glass, waves of nausea washed over her.

But the thought of that twenty thousand yuan forced her to swallow every ounce of humiliation.

"Stunning! That contrast is absolutely perfect!"

Shen Yanxi's voice came from behind her.

"A woman who looks professional and restrained on the outside, yet hides such a provocative body beneath her suit... Lingling, you know what this is called? It's called 'surprise.' Men who've grown tired of celebrities and influencers crave exactly this!"

Mom was too exhausted to argue. All she wanted now was to finish trying on the clothes, shoot the photos tomorrow, collect her payment, and leave.

The final outfit was a royal blue mermaid-style gown.

When Mom slipped it on, even she was stunned.

The fabric shimmered like silk, clinging to every curve like flowing seawater.

The most daring feature was the back—completely open from the neck down, a deep V plunging to her tailbone, revealing vast swaths of smooth, toned skin!

The fishtail hem swayed with every step, her hips and legs wrapped in black stockings undulating with grace.

In this moment, meticulously styled by Shen Yanxi, Mom had been transformed into an exquisite gift—expensive, beautiful, yet stripped of her true self.

After trying on all three outfits, Mom felt utterly numb.

Shen Yanxi, however, grew increasingly excited. She walked behind her mother, gently wrapping her arms around her from behind, resting her chin on her shoulder as they both gazed at their reflection in the mirror.

"Lingling, you're an absolute treasure."

"Sporty, professional, elegant... you can pull off any style."

"Trust me, tomorrow's shoot is going to be incredibly successful."

As she spoke, Shen Yanxi's lips nearly brushed her mother's earlobe. In a husky whisper, she added, "Just wait and see how many men will gladly hand over their money just for a chance to get close to you."

At that moment, a sharp ringtone echoed from the platinum handbag Shen Yanxi had left on the sofa.

She released her mother, walked over to pick up the phone, glanced at the screen, and flashed a professional smile before pressing the answer button.

"Hello, Mr. Zhao, it's me." Her voice instantly transformed into a sweet, seductive tone, a stark contrast to her earlier assertiveness. "Oh my, you're too kind to call personally. Of course I remember the dinner party—how could I forget your event?"

Her mother stood frozen, instinctively pricking up her ears.

"The person? I've already arranged everything for you, rest assured."

Shen Yanxi spoke while glancing sideways at her mother. "She's absolutely your type—innocent yet with a hint of wildness. Guaranteed to satisfy you, Mr. Zhao... Yes, yes, no problem. See you later then."

The moment she hung up, the forced smile vanished from her face, replaced by a hint of weariness.

"Sigh, always these unavoidable social engagements."

She tossed her phone back into her bag and turned to her mother. "Lingling, I have another dinner engagement tonight, so I won't be able to keep you company. Look, I have this apartment on a long-term lease. It's just sitting empty. Why don't you stay here tonight? The jacuzzi here is incredibly relaxing. You can order room service anytime, sip some red wine, enjoy the night view, and truly unwind."

For her mother, physically and mentally exhausted at that moment, getting a good night's sleep in this heavenly place would undoubtedly be a luxurious treat.

But she shook her head almost immediately. The harsh reality of her situation snapped her out of the dream woven by money and luxury.

"No... no need, Yanxi. I have to go home. My son is waiting for me to cook dinner."

"Alright, alright. I know you're a devoted mother." Shen Yanxi smiled, not insisting.

Mom exhaled in relief and turned to retrieve her old black dress, discarded on a chair.

"Wait." Shen Yanxi called out, halting her. "You plan to wear that back?"

Her tone carried undisguised disdain.

Before Mom could respond, she turned and entered the walk-in closet. Moments later, she emerged with a brand-new outfit.

It consisted of a high-quality beige blouse, a pair of deep gray silk wide-leg pants with an excellent drape, and a pair of simple black lambskin pumps with heels only 5 cm high.

The ensemble appeared understated, yet radiated an unmistakable refinement and elegance beyond the reach of ordinary consumers.

"Put these on." Shen Yanxi handed the clothes to her mother.

"No, these are too expensive. I can't accept them..." Her mother instinctively refused.

"Expensive?" Shen Yanxi raised an eyebrow, cutting her off. "Lingling, remember this: from today onward, the words 'cheap' and 'low-quality' should be permanently deleted from your vocabulary."

She pressed the soft shirt into her mother's arms. The gentle touch was almost tear-jerking.

"This isn't a gift. It's an investment."

Shen Yanxi's tone brooked no argument. "You're my future trump card. Your appearance reflects mine. Do you want my future ace to squeeze onto buses in that tight, old dress, haggling with aunties at the market?"

These words were both flattery and a sharp rebuke, sealing off any possibility of refusal.

She gazed at the expensive outfit in her arms, then at her own crumpled, worn dress. A crushing sense of helplessness, torn apart by reality, enveloped her.

In the end, her mother said nothing more, silently accepting the gift...