Shame Marks 📱 SUBSCRIPTION

Two weeks after parting ways at Kai Tak Pier, Nami—fellow magical girl—had gone completely silent. In the livestream room lit by a ring light, Ying smiled as she displayed the missing-person notice. Suddenly a high-privilege super chat dropped a candid photo: under the dim purple lights of the Yau Ma Tei nightclub “Neon Abyss,” Nami stood by a pole in an exposed dancer’s outfit, eyes empty and vacant. The message laid out a cold bargain: if Ying wanted to save her, she must put on glossy red thigh-high boots and a cropped battle dress, then start a mobile livestream at 1 a.m. on Temple Street to ask around for leads.

In the back office of the Yau Ma Tei nightclub, thick with cigarette smoke and the musty smell of paper, the heavily tattooed manager Rex stared at the monitor showing the pink-haired girl swallowing her humiliation. He exhaled a cloud of smoke, skeptical.
“You sure this little girl will actually obey? Walk around the busiest part of Temple Street in that outfit and make a spectacle of herself?”

Beside him, Kaede’s lips curved into an unfathomable, mocking arc. She took a pen and lightly tapped the screen on Ying’s flushed, struggling face, her voice calm and full of control.
“I’m certain she will go. That slut would wear those boots even if she were completely naked… The body I personally remodeled and trained can’t resist the intense craving for exposure and shame, even without any force.”

Exactly as Kaede had predicted, Ying was curled up on the wooden floor of her bedroom, her delicate body trembling uncontrollably. The patent-leather boots tightly encased her long legs, delivering a sensation both icy and scorching. The deep-seated sensitivity and sense of shame spread through her like a toxin. The sense of justice that wanted to save her companion intertwined with her body’s instinctive hunger for humiliation, step by step pushing her toward the net that had already been laid.

In the early hours, Ying threw on a thin coat to cover the slim, form-fitting pink battle dress underneath and boarded the double-decker night bus to Yau Ma Tei. The carriage lights were dim; only a few passengers sat scattered in the corners. Every time the bus swayed, the hem of her coat fluttered up, revealing those eye-catching glossy patent-leather high-heeled boots. The surrounding gazes stabbed into her skin like needles. The intense shame made her press her legs together and tense her spine, yet her sensitive body, under that public exposure, uncontrollably stirred with a strange restlessness.

After arriving in Yau Ma Tei, Ying followed the damp alleys that reeked of waste paper and camphor, descending beneath the overpass into the homeless camp. The air mixed the smells of old bedding and tobacco. Under the real-time surveillance of the mysterious mastermind, Ying clenched her teeth, opened her coat in full view of everyone, fixed her phone onto the ring-light stand she had brought, and officially began the late-night outdoor livestream.

The dazzling white light illuminated one corner of the camp, exposing Ying’s long, proud figure and boldly revealing outfit to both the camera and the several homeless men who had gathered to watch. The chat exploded like a tidal wave; mocking and filthy comments flooded the screen. Ying forced down the burning heat in her cheeks and the tremors of lust rising through her body, raised the phone showing Nami’s photo, and in a slightly trembling voice asked the surrounding homeless men and the viewers online for any clues.

Just then the crowd of homeless men parted. A tall, burly man reeking of stench and ferocity strode forward heavily. He was the leader of this camp. His cold eyes swept unrestrained over Ying’s exposed body. Facing his aggressive approach, Ying—unable to transform and without magical reinforcement—felt a sharp sense of crisis and instinctively tried to resist.

She clenched her teeth, her long legs suddenly exerting force, and launched a high sweeping kick through the air. But without magic and constrained by the ten-centimeter patent-leather stiletto heels, her slender, powerless ankles caused no damage at all. The flexible, graceful arc of the kick, under the ring light, looked more like a deliberately provocative performance of lust.

The man’s lips curled in mockery. His thick arm clamped like an iron vise around the slender ankle encased in the glossy patent-leather boot. Ying cried out in shock as she lost her balance; he yanked hard and slammed her to the ground.

The heavy impact and the cold, damp ground tiles stung her skin. The coat completely came undone in the struggle. He leaned down with his overwhelming size advantage, pinning her firmly and roughly stripping away what little resistance she had left.

The campfire flickered with orange-red light, casting the greedy, jeering shadows of the watching homeless men onto the muddy ground. The ring light fully enveloped Ying; tens of thousands of online viewers watched as this once-proud magical girl was crudely pinned down among the filth and garbage.

“Want to save someone? With this slutty look of delivering yourself to the door?”
The man’s large hand tightly gripped her pink long hair, forcing her face close to the camera, while his other hand roughly pinched her delicate chin and forced her lips open.

Ying’s breathing was rapid and disordered. The patent-leather boots scraped helplessly on the wet ground, producing harsh friction sounds. Yet every struggle sent electric currents of pleasure and inexplicable satisfaction through the sensitive nerves that had been remodeled. Under the dual torment her eyes gradually lost focus; a hazy, shameful mist rose in her once-clear gaze.

Under the jeers and unrestrained stares of the entire camp, the man completely crushed her dignity beneath his absolute dominance.

He straddled her waist, his heavy weight almost pressing her into the filthy ground. His coarse pants were already half-lowered; a thick, veined cock reeking of strong body odor sprang free, the tip already leaking cloudy fluid. Without the slightest mercy he tore open the hem of her pink battle dress with his free hand—the fabric ripping with a harsh sound. The crotchless thong was completely shredded; her swollen labia were immediately exposed to the cold night wind and the glaring ring light.

“See clearly, you trash on the other side of the screen… this is the magical girl you all worship.”
The man laughed lowly, deliberately lifting her legs onto his shoulders so that the pair of glossy red thigh-high boots rose high in front of the camera. The red marks where the boot shafts dug into the soft flesh of her thighs were especially clear under the light; the heels were still stained with mud and unknown filth.

Broken whimpers spilled from Ying’s throat. She wanted to shout “Stop,” to summon magic, to transform—but her body without magical reinforcement was as soft as mud. Even more terrifying, the nerves Kaede had trained had already begun to betray her. When the man’s scorching glans pressed against her slick entrance, her petals uncontrollably parted slightly and released a thread of crystal-clear nectar.

“Ha… really a slut. You’re already wet on your own.”

He sank his hips and drove the entire thick cock into her without warning.

“Nngh—aahhh!!”

Ying’s body arched violently; her pink long hair spread messily across the mud. The size far exceeded any training she remembered; it slammed straight against her cervix, exploding with tearing fullness and uncontrollable pleasure at the same time. The boot heels kicked helplessly in the air twice, then hung limply. The ring light captured her expression of pain mixed with ecstasy in full; the chat was instantly flooded with comments like “so slutty,” “fucked to tears by a homeless guy,” “those boots are so sexy.”

He began to thrust. Every withdrawal produced sticky wet sounds and silver threads; every insertion made her lower abdomen bulge slightly. He deliberately kept the pace slow so the camera could clearly film how that filthy cock moved in and out of her, churning her nectar into white foam. The other homeless men laughed and closed in; some reached out to stroke the raised red boot surfaces, others pinched and pulled hard at her fully exposed nipples after the dress was torn.

“No… don’t… look at the camera… I’m… a magical girl… justice… will prevail…”
Ying’s voice had completely changed, laced with sobs and sweet gasps. Every time he bottomed out, her words broke into fragmented moans. Yet her body honestly cooperated—her waist twisted unconsciously on the mud, her inner walls greedily clenched and sucked at the invader, the toes inside the boots curled tightly, and more fluids kept seeping from the gaps between the boot shafts and her thighs.

Suddenly the man grabbed both of her legs, pressed them together against her chest so that the red boots almost touched her own face. The position made the penetration deeper and tighter. Looking down at the half of her face blocked by her own boots, he mocked:

“Smell it yourself. Your boots are now full of the smell of cum and your own slut juices. Still want to save someone? First offer up that body obediently.”

Ying’s pupils contracted violently. The boot surface rubbed across her nose and lips; the residual mud, sweat, and the nectar she had just sprayed mixed into a nauseating yet heat-inducing scent in her lower abdomen. She should have felt rage and humiliation, but her remodeled brain translated the smell into a deadly aphrodisiac signal. Her inner walls clamped hard; a violent orgasm surged up without warning.

“Aah—! Coming… nn… coming again… ♡”

She squirted in front of the camera like she had completely lost control; clear fluid sprayed onto the man’s abdomen and her own red boots, sliding down the shafts into the boots with soft squelching sounds. The camp erupted in even harsher laughter and whistles. The chat scrolled wildly; some began sending gifts, others typed “go deeper,” “make her admit she’s a public toilet.”

He gave her no time to recover, flipped her over so she was on all fours in the mud. The ring light from the side clearly outlined her collapsed waist, raised buttocks, and the still-shiny yet filthy red boots. He penetrated her from behind again, one hand pressing her head firmly into the muddy water while the other grabbed the boot shafts and pulled them apart, making the marks at the roots of her thighs dig even deeper into the soft flesh.

“Say it. What are you?”

“I’m… a magical girl… Ying…”

“Say it again.” He accelerated, deliberately hitting the most sensitive spot every time.

“I’m… a slutty… magical girl… nn-aah… being fucked by homeless men… until I squirt… a cheap whore… ♡”

Her voice was completely broken. She no longer tried to close her legs; instead she actively pushed her hips back, taking the thick cock even deeper. The boots scraped continuously on the mud, the heels leaving wet trails. The watching homeless men took turns reaching out: some stuffed fingers into her mouth for her to suck, some slapped her buttocks leaving red prints, some even crouched down and licked the mixed fluids on her boot surfaces with their tongues.

Orgasms came one after another. Each time she let out near-sobbing cries, her body convulsed violently, her inner walls clamping as if trying to strangle the invader. Finally the man roared and came deep inside; scorching semen filled her womb, the excess overflowing from the junction and sliding down her inner thighs into the red boots.

He pulled out the softening cock, deliberately wiped the remaining white fluid onto her boot surface in front of the camera, then grabbed her hair and hauled her up to face the lens.

“Ask again. Still want to save her?”

Ying’s eyes were completely unfocused. Pink hair stuck to her face with mud and sweat; strands of mixed semen and saliva hung from the corner of her mouth. She looked at her own utterly wretched appearance on the phone screen, at the filthy comments in the chat, at the surrounding eyes full of desire—then slowly, almost in self-abandonment, the corners of her mouth curved upward.

“I want… to save Nami…” Her voice was hoarse and sweet. “So… please keep using me… break Ying completely… until you tell me where she is… ♡”

The man smiled in satisfaction. He pressed her back into the mud and thrust in again. This time Ying made no sound of resistance; she simply spread her legs willingly and clamped the still-shiny, cum-and-mud-stained red thigh-high boots around his waist, meeting every deep thrust.

The livestream camera never turned off.
The chat continued to flood.
In the shadows of the distant overpass, Kaede elegantly closed her folding fan and murmured at her phone screen:
“Good… start adapting, my creation.”

The jeering in the camp grew louder.
The first man had barely pulled out after coming when the second eagerly seized Ying’s waist and penetrated her from behind. The thick cock, coated with the previous man’s residual semen and her own nectar, slammed to the deepest point without any buffer. Ying’s body shuddered violently on the mud; the heels of the red thigh-high boots scraped helplessly across the wet ground with harsh squeaks.

“Next… my turn.”

Third, fourth… the homeless men lined up and used her one after another. Some flipped her over for face-to-face penetration, deliberately lifting her legs onto their shoulders so the cum-and-mud-stained glossy red boots dangled in the ring light; some forced her onto all fours, using her pink long hair as reins while thrusting and pressing her face into the mud; others crouched beside her and shoved their cocks into her mouth that could no longer close from continuous orgasms, fucking her from both ends at once.

Every insertion produced sticky wet sounds and silver threads. Semen was poured again and again into her womb, throat, and rear passage; the excess slid down her inner thighs into the boot shafts, turning the already muddy interior of the boots into a warm, viscous swamp. Ying’s whimpers had long since become intermittent lewd cries; her eyes, vacant like those behind a blindfold, held only shame and the empty satisfaction of being thoroughly developed.

“I’m… a slutty magical girl… a public toilet… used in turn by homeless men… ♡”

She herself didn’t know when those words started spilling from her mouth. Her body had become completely honest—whenever someone slapped her buttocks, pinched her swollen nipples, or licked the marks on the boot shafts, her inner walls would instinctively clamp and spray more fluid mixed with white semen.

Only after the last homeless man roared and came into her already gaping hole did they finally disperse. The camp was left with only heavy breathing, sticky wet stains, and Ying still twitching faintly in front of the camera.

She lay limp in the mud, legs spread wide, the red boots askew, their surfaces covered in fingerprints, kiss marks, and dried semen stains. Her private parts were swollen and everted, continuously oozing mixed white fluid and nectar that slid down the cleft of her buttocks into the mud. The bitter, fishy taste still lingered in her mouth; when she coughed unconsciously, a little cloudy fluid mixed with saliva would spray out.

Just then heavy footsteps approached from afar.
Ying’s consciousness was already blurred; she only felt another tall figure blocking the ring light. She instinctively lifted one soft leg and rubbed the filthy red boot tip against the man’s pant leg, her voice hoarse and coaxing:

“…Still want… to keep using me… ♡ Do whatever you want… as long as you tell me where Nami is…”

The other did not answer.
A military boot stepped directly onto her slightly bulging lower abdomen.

“Nngh—!!”

The enormous pressure instantly squeezed her semen-filled womb. Ying’s body arched violently; fluid mixed with semen, nectar, and stomach juices sprayed simultaneously from her lower body and mouth—white fluid gushed from the swollen hole onto her own thighs and red boots; from her mouth a mouthful of fishy liquid “puffed” out and dripped down her chin into the mud. She went completely soft like a stepped-on water bag, even her breathing carrying sobs.

“Look carefully.”
A low voice laced with cigarette smoke sounded. “I’m Rex, manager of Crimson Night.”

He did not violate her further. He only slowly ground the sole of his boot on her lower abdomen twice, watching her weakly spray a little residual fluid again, then pulled a crumpled envelope from his pocket and casually tossed it onto her soft, swollen, thoroughly kneaded breasts. The envelope stuck to the wet breast flesh with a soft “pap.”

“The clue is here. Go back and look at it yourself. We’ll have some interesting cooperation later.”

With that he turned and left. Only Ying remained in the camp, along with the still-frenzied chat on the camera.

…

When she returned to the apartment it was already past four in the morning.
Ying dragged her body covered in mud and semen stains through the door; every step of the red thigh-high boots produced a “squelch”—the shafts were full of mixed fluids, her toes soaking in the cool, sticky mixture. She had intended to go straight into the bathroom to wash, but the chat on her phone screen was still scrolling:

“So dirty, hurry up and wash!”
“Stream like this, prove you really went”
“Boots covered in cum, so hot”
“Show us the mud and cum together”

She stared at those comments and suddenly stopped moving.
“…Right. I have to prove… the mission is complete.”

She did not remove any clothing, did not even wipe the semen stains and mud from her face. She simply set the phone on the living-room table and restarted the livestream. The ring light glared onto her body, fully presenting the thoroughly soiled remnants of the pink battle dress, the swollen breasts, and the red boots covered in fingerprints and white fluid to the camera.

“I’m back… mission… complete.” Her voice was so hoarse it was almost inaudible. “As you can see… my whole body is… what they left behind…”

The chat exploded instantly.
Insults, mockery, and commands poured in like a tide. Ying sat exhausted on the floor, legs spread, the heels of the red boots braced against the ground, letting the fans’ words crawl over her like countless hands. She began to slowly twist her waist according to the chat’s instructions, allowing residual semen to slowly flow from her hole; she wiped white fluid from the boot surfaces with her fingers and licked it off; she pinched the mud-stained nipples toward the camera until a little clear liquid seeped out again.

“Twist more… lift the boots higher…”
“Admit you’re a public toilet”
“Wash your face with cum for us”

She obeyed one by one. Her body was already completely numb; only the remodeled nerves still honestly produced faint tremors at every insult. Nectar mixed with residual white fluid kept dripping, forming a small puddle on the floor. Her eyes grew increasingly vacant, yet she continued to cooperate mechanically until the sky began to lighten.

“Ending stream…”

She finally reached out and turned off the livestream. The moment the phone screen went dark, her whole body seemed to have its bones removed; she slumped softly against the balcony railing.

The morning breeze carried the salty-damp scent of Victoria Harbour, blowing across her skin still dotted with mud and semen stains, across the pair of red thigh-high boots that had completely lost their luster yet still tightly encased her thighs. She looked down at her own wretched state and suddenly gave a soft laugh, the sound filled with exhaustion to the point of self-abandonment.

“…Nami… I got the clue.”

The envelope was still clutched in her hand, its edges already soaked.

The morning breeze still carried the sticky aftertaste of the previous night. Ying leaned against the balcony railing; residual undried fluids and muddy water remained inside the shafts of the red thigh-high boots, producing faint “squelch” sounds with every movement. She had just prepared to open the crumpled envelope when her phone suddenly vibrated.

The name on the screen made her pause—Gu Yuan.

“…Hello?” Her voice was so hoarse it barely sounded like her own.

“Ying? It’s me, Gu Yuan. That day you didn’t look well. Are you feeling any better today?” The voice on the other end was gentle and concerned, carrying a hint of fatigue from staying up all night, yet without the slightest frivolity.

Ying’s fingers unconsciously tightened on the railing. The image of this man using his body to block the onlookers in the green belt and cooling her with ice bags suddenly rose clearly in her mind. Compared with those who had treated her as a toy in the past, Gu Yuan’s voice was like a basin of clean yet scalding water.

“I’m… okay.” She answered softly, then concerned in return, “What about you? You sound like you’re working overtime?”

“Yeah, some things in the lab. All-nighter.” Gu Yuan chuckled lightly and immediately sent a photo.

Ying opened it.
Under the cold white lights of the laboratory, Gu Yuan wore a clean white lab coat, focused eyes behind black-framed glasses, holding his phone. The ID badge on his chest was clearly visible—

Qin’s Pharmaceuticals Quality Inspector Gu Yuan

Ying’s breathing suddenly stopped.
Almost instinctively she flipped open the mud-soaked envelope beside her. Inside was only a folded flyer: a special event soon to be held at the nightclub “Neon Abyss”—

「Sakura · Crimson Night」

In the sponsor column the same logo was printed—Qin’s Pharmaceuticals.

A pharmaceutical company… sponsoring a nightclub event?

Gu Yuan suddenly asked: “What about you? Busy with work usually? What do you do?”

“I’m a magical girl.”

The other end of the line clearly paused.
“…What?”

“The kind that holds a staff and fights bad guys.” Ying’s voice was very flat, almost without inflection. “Pink clothes, can transform, fights those… monsters and such.”

She looked down at her legs tightly wrapped by the boots. Residual stickiness from the previous night that had not been completely cleaned still remained inside the shafts; every step let her feel the friction between the inner skin and the leather. She took out her phone and photographed the section from knee to boot tip—the black glossy surface reflecting cold light under the streetlamp, the constriction marks clear, a bit of uncleaned mud still on the heel.

She sent the photo. Silence lasted for several seconds.
Gu Yuan chuckled lightly, with obvious uncertainty: “You’re joking, right? People still say things like that nowadays…”

“I’m not joking. Are you free tonight? A magical girl wants to see you.” Ying shifted the topic.

“Mm. Maybe a bit after eight.” He did not press further, only gave an “mm,” the tone still carrying half-believing laughter, as if treating her words as some strange self-mockery.

Near eight in the evening, outside the headquarters of Qin’s Pharmaceuticals the security was tight. Towering iron gates and patrolling guards wrapped the massive medical enterprise like a modern fortress.

Gu Yuan removed his dust-free cap, adjusted his collar, and stepped out of the guard post with the exhaustion of an all-nighter. Yet when his gaze fell on the familiar figure under the streetlight outside the gate, his footsteps involuntarily stopped.

Ying was waiting by the flower bed. She wore a white camisole as thin as cicada wings and an extremely short, form-fitting denim skirt whose hem barely covered the curve of her buttocks. On her feet were a pair of glossy black patent-leather thigh-high boots, extremely tight, digging deeply into the soft flesh of her lower thighs and squeezing out an extremely alluring ring of flesh. Her long, full legs shimmered with a moist luster under the cool-toned streetlight; the fitted camisole outlined her rounded, upright bust. The cool expression collided with this outfit full of flesh and flamboyance to produce a strong visual impact.

“Have you been waiting long?” Gu Yuan hurried over, unable to hide the surprise in his voice.

“I just arrived not long ago.” Ying smiled and shook her head, the corners of her eyes slightly downturned, revealing a hint of languid charm.

The two walked side by side along the street toward the nearby Temple Street night market. The bustling market was filled with the sweet aroma of food and the smell of oil; neon lights fell on the glossy surface of Ying’s patent-leather boots, refracting dazzling cold light. She took small, elegant steps; the denim skirt swayed lightly with the swing of her full buttocks, the faint sound of leather friction from the thigh-high boots and the rise and fall of soft thigh flesh fully visible.

They bought two steaming hot egg waffles from a small stall. Ying took out her phone: “Rare to come out—let’s take a photo together?”

Before Gu Yuan could respond, Ying’s fragrant shoulder had already leaned in and pressed the shutter. In the photo Gu Yuan smiled sincerely, while Ying turned her head and rested against his shoulder; the long legs tightly wrapped by the boots were fully displayed in front of the lens, radiating alluring pheromones.

After leaving the bustling night market the two strolled to a nearby quiet park. Late at night the park was sparsely populated; cold wind blew through the treetops with a rustling sound. They sat on a bench beside the pavilion.

Ying leaned sideways against the back of the chair, looking up slightly at the night sky; the denim skirt rode up, exposing the snow-white base of her thighs without any cover. She seemingly casually steered the conversation toward his work: “I’ve noticed you’re always working overtime through the night lately. Is your pharmaceutical company very busy with business recently?”

Gu Yuan pushed up his glasses and answered: “Yeah, the company is undergoing large-scale business expansion. Besides the original clinical drug R&D, the health-products division is also developing a series of daily functional drinks aimed at the general public.”

“Functional drinks?” Ying turned her head, eyes flickering.

“Yes, mainly for soothing the nerves and making people feel physically and mentally pleasant. I heard the first batch that just hit the market for promotion is a special style themed around ‘Sakura’…”

The two characters “Sakura” fell, and it was as if a sudden thunderclap exploded in Ying’s mind!

Almost without any buffer time, the strong conditioned reflex implanted deep in her subconscious and the residual anomalies in her body were instantly and completely activated!

A sudden scorching tide swept through her entire body like a tsunami. Ying’s body jolted violently; her legs unconsciously clamped tightly together, the patent-leather boots producing harsh leather-friction sounds under the intense twisting. A strong, intense numbness and heat rose from her lower abdomen and the roots of her thighs; under the extremely short denim skirt the soft flesh of her thighs began to spasm wildly. The intense physiological impulse instantly tore through her reason; her cheeks flushed with a pathological crimson, her breathing rapid and heavy, her eyes quickly covered with a layer of moisture and haze.

“Ying? What’s wrong?” Gu Yuan hurriedly supported her shoulders.

“Don’t… don’t touch me!”

A sweet, soft moan spilled from Ying’s throat as she pushed his hand away with all her strength. Her heart pounded wildly; her entire skin flushed with sensitive pink; her extremely sensitive body made it almost impossible for her to sit steadily.

“Gu Yuan… go… buy me some ice…” Ying gripped the edge of the boot, voice hoarse. “Go to the nearby convenience store… buy ice… hurry…”

Gu Yuan did not dare delay: “Okay! I’ll be right back!”

Watching Gu Yuan’s hurried retreating figure, Ying curled up entirely on the park bench. In order to quickly dispel the unbearable heat and spasms throughout her body, she tremblingly reached out and pulled open the zipper of the patent-leather thigh-high boots. Accompanied by the sound of leather peeling away, she completely removed the tight boots that had wrapped her thighs and casually tossed them beside the wooden chair.

Without the restraint of the boots, two snow-white, full, long and rounded beautiful legs were completely exposed to the cold air. The red marks left by the tight boots were clearly visible on the soft flesh of her thighs; further down were the long, well-proportioned slender calves and the tender pink-white soles, radiating astonishing fleshiness and temptation in the night.

A few minutes later Gu Yuan ran back panting, carrying two bags of ice and towels. Seeing Ying had removed the boots and was half-lying on the bench, exposing the entire snow-white, completely uncovered beautiful legs, Gu Yuan was stunned for a moment, but seeing her pained appearance he quickly handed over the ice packs.

Ying snatched the ice, without hesitation pressing the ice pack against her scorching inner thighs and lower abdomen through the thin towel, and slid it all the way down along the snow-white skin, past the bent hollow of the knee, the well-proportioned calf, all the way to the cold, tender sole of the foot.

“Nn-aah…!”

The piercing cold and the scorching tide inside her body collided violently; the intense cold stimulus made her unable to help tilting her neck back and letting out a charming gasp. Melted ice water slowly flowed along the texture of her snow-white thighs, slid across the tender pink arch of the foot, and dripped onto the bench and the ground. The skin of her thighs and soles was chilled to a delicate pink; under the moistening of the ice water they looked plump and alluring, extremely tempting.

After a long while the abnormal reaction of her body was finally forcibly suppressed by this intense cold stimulus.

Ying slumped on the bench, her entire body soaked by cold sweat and ice water, legs weakly resting on the bench, a trace of clarity returning to her eyes.

“Ying, should I take you to the hospital?” Gu Yuan’s face was full of worry.

“No need… it’s an old condition… I’ll be fine after resting a bit.” Ying’s voice had returned to calm, carrying the delicate weakness and hoarseness of someone just recovered from a serious illness.

She did not put the boots back on. Instead she stood up, holding the shafts of the glossy black patent-leather boots in her slender hand. Her tender pink bare feet stepped directly onto the cool, damp pebble ground of the park; the rounded toes curled slightly, forming an incomparable sexy curve with the delicate arch of the foot.

The two walked to the main gate of the park.
Night wind blew past, completely clearing Ying’s head. She stood under the streetlight with a pair of snow-white, tender bare legs, holding the boots; the extremely short hem of the denim skirt tightly wrapped her full buttocks, looking extremely unrestrained and provocative.

“Today… thank you, Gu Yuan.” Ying put some distance between them. “It’s getting late; you should go back and rest soon too.”

“Are you really okay? Do you want me to take you…” Gu Yuan looked at her provocative appearance standing barefoot on the ground, his gaze a little at a loss.

“I’m fine.” Ying interrupted him, forcing out a seemingly calm smile and raising her hand to wave lightly. “See you another day.”

With that she turned around, holding the black patent-leather boots, and stepped away on a pair of snow-white, rounded long legs. The tender soles of her feet stepped on the damp ground; the twisting of her waist and buttocks and the fully exposed lines of her thighs, under the elongated shadow of the streetlight, looked extremely sexy and solitary.

Watching Ying’s sexy barefoot retreating figure, Gu Yuan stood in place for a long time. And Ying tightly gripped the boot shafts in her hand. Qin’s Pharmaceuticals, the Sakura drink, the nightclub “Neon Abyss,” and Kaede… all the clues at this moment completely linked into a gigantic net, and she already had no way back.