a concert for the fans

With Hu Tao’s guts still being rearranged inside the parlor, the afternoon air a few streets over was already vibrating with heavy guitar riffs and the roar of a dedicated crowd.

Xinyan’s stage was nothing massive—just a raised wooden platform above the packed plaza near the docks—but every square of space below was filled with her regulars. Sailors, dock hands, shop girls who had slipped out early, even a few off-duty Millelith. They pressed close to the edge, faces upturned, cheering every time the music hit.

Xinyan was deep in the zone.

Sweat already shone on her bare thighs and the soft curve of her stomach. She wore her usual cropped top and the signature red-and-black jacket hanging open, but from the waist down she was completely bottomless. No shorts, no panties, nothing. Every time she stomped, spun, or leaned back into a power chord, the neck of her guitar swung aside and the entire crowd got a clear, wet flash of her bare snatch—pink, slightly puffy, already glistening under the late-afternoon light.

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She never tried to hide it.A wide stance for a heavy riff left her completely open. A quick hip thrust on the beat made her lips part for a split second. When she dropped to one knee for a solo, the guitar body only half-covered her; the rest of her cunt stayed on full display for the front rows. The fans loved it. Whistles and dirty cheers rose every time she moved, but the music never stopped and neither did she. Xinyan just grinned wider, twin-tails flying, and poured more fire into the next verse, deliberately angling her hips so the next flash lasted longer.

The final chord rang out raw and loud. Xinyan held it until the last vibration died, then unclasped the guitar and let it hang from the strap. With a wide, wicked grin she grabbed the front of her already-open jacket and top and yanked them apart, baring her sweat-slick tits completely to the roaring plaza.

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Half the crowd had been waiting for exactly this.

“Encore time, you animals!”

She threw herself off the stage.

Hands caught her before her feet ever touched the ground. In seconds she was swallowed by the dense press of bodies—groped, lifted, passed, spun. Fingers dug into her bare ass, pinched her nipples, slid between her legs and found her already dripping. Xinyan laughed the whole time, loud and bright, loving every second of the chaos. This was the real finale, the part her regulars had started calling “Xinyan’s Encore.” Fanservice that actually brought people together, sticky and loud and perfect.

They pulled her deeper.

By the time the outer circle closed she was completely surrounded by hard, leaking cocks. One was already rubbing against her cheek, another sliding under her thigh, a third pressing insistently against the soft folds of her cunt while more hands kept her spread and available. Xinyan only grinned wider, tongue out, and opened her mouth for the nearest one.

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