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🕑 Added 2025-06-28 23:40:13 +0000 UTCChapter 6: Membership Assessment
After attentively listening to Zhao He’s math class, I stood up to stretch and was about to head to the bathroom when I saw Li Yasi waving at me.
“What’s up, got new videos?” I sat down next to him and whispered.
“Of course, but I’m here for something else. The boss wants you to go to Green Willow at 8:28 p.m. on Wednesday to talk with you.”
“Is it for the membership assessment?”
“Yeah, just go boldly. He just wants to have a casual chat with you.”
“Alright, I’ll check it out.”
“Oh, by the way, here’s a website. The details are on there.”
“Are there videos on it?”
“Yes, you’ll be spoiled for choice.”
My heart pounded. I was finally about to officially get in touch with the reading group. My mind was in turmoil, and I couldn’t focus on class.
During dinner in the afternoon, I suddenly got a message from Xu Jun: “Have you decided what you want to do?”
I had actually forgotten about it for the past couple of days, and since I was feeling a bit irritable, I replied, “You want my mom’s bra, so I want your mom’s panties.”
A little while later, he replied, “Are you sure?”
“Absolutely.”
“Impressive.”
It wasn’t until after dinner that I realized what I had actually replied. Oh no, how am I going to get Zhao He’s panties?
“After dinner, get your ass over here for training.” Seeing Zhao He’s message, I almost cried.
“Here, wipe yourself.” Zhao He wiped her own sweat and tossed me a towel.
“Ms. Zhao, how was my performance today?”
“A bit better than yesterday, but you’re still a rookie,” Zhao He said disdainfully.
“As long as I’m improving, I’ll be able to beat you one day. Then, hehehe.”
“That day will never come. By the way, have they replied to you?”
I thought for a moment. “They want me to go to Green Willow on Wednesday and gave me a website.” I opened the website as I spoke.
“Chat room, ‘Bitch Mom Liu Feifei’? What a weird nickname.” Zhao He blushed a little but wasn’t too surprised as a police officer, she’s seen all kinds of odd people.
“Are you going to chat now? Yu Di, Yu Di, what are you looking at?” Zhao He scolded.
“Oh, oh, let’s add her and chat.” I reluctantly tore my eyes away from Zhao He’s ample chest and replied.
“You’ll probably be led astray by some bad woman sooner or later.”
“No way, I’m happy just having Ms. Zhao.”
“Enough joking, let’s focus.”
I sent the code Li Yasi gave me to Bitch Mom Liu Feifei.
Soon, Bitch Mom Liu Feifei replied, “Are you the recommended newcomer? Do you know the time and place?”
“Yes, Green Willow on Wednesday.”
“Good, the specific requirements are in the compressed file. You can follow them or not.”
“Anything else I should pay attention to?”
She stopped replying. “Ms. Zhao, do you think she’s the boss?”
“Definitely not. Even if you go to Green Willow, you probably won’t see their boss. Let’s see what’s in the compressed file.”
There was a picture: “Romantic Gala, participants must be in pairs. One person from each pair will perform on stage, mainly dancing, occasionally singing. Other forms are not accepted. Wednesday night, 8:20 p.m. fg3w15Ddf5g939FVUe150.”
There was also a document: “Wear a mask, enter the elevator, use the code in the picture to generate a QR code, and scan it at the elevator’s left camera. Someone will contact you when you arrive.”
“What do we do? We need two people and a performance. Do you have any other undercover agents?”
“No, and even if I did, I couldn’t send them all at once.”
“Then what? Do you want to go with me? No way.”
“Why not? I’m a police officer.”
“What if they recognize you? I’m worried.”
“Don’t worry. Narcotics officers’ files are top secret. Unless a senior leader betrays us, no one will know all the details of each mission. Besides, I’ve been authorized to act freely. I can even perform a talent.”
“Arrest techniques? Shooting?”
“Get lost, I can dance.”
“But ”
“You’re very cautious, young man. I’ll look after you.”
“Alright, I’m going home. See you later.”
Wednesday night, outside Green Willow Inn.
“I’ve told you everything you need to know. Don’t be too nervous. I’m here with you.”
“Mm, I remember everything. Ms. Zhao no, my companion, can you hold my arm?”
Zhao He rolled her eyes and took my left arm.
“Don’t mess around. Tonight is your first mission.”
“Okay, okay,” I said with a mischievous smile.
In the elevator, after I finished the setup, the elevator slowly ascended.
I looked at Zhao He, who was wearing a green sleeveless dress, black high heels, white stockings, and a big wave hairstyle, fully embodying the charm of a mature, beautiful woman.
My heart raced, but I was also a bit worried. There was no turning back now.
The lighting was dim, and there was a pleasant fragrance in the air. There were no fierce-looking thugs with knives, just two polite young men in suits checking everyone at security.
I looked at Zhao He, squeezed her hand, and we both passed through smoothly.
Someone led us to the lounge to rest. The Romantic Gala would start soon.
I didn’t know if there were surveillance cameras, so I didn’t dare to talk to Zhao He about my fears. I didn’t know what to say, so I just sat quietly.
Zhao He was an experienced officer. She looked around and counted we were probably between the 30th and 33rd floors, which meant if we were discovered, there was almost no chance of escape.
She squeezed my hand, her knuckles broad and strong she could be a good fighter.
This kid, as soon as he sits down, he holds my hand. Does he really need it, or is he just taking advantage? Zhao He shook her head. He’s really just a kid.
“Hello, ladies and gentlemen who are performing, please come out and prepare in advance.”
“I’ll go first.”
“Mm, I look forward to your performance.”
Huu huu huu, a few deep breaths.
After Zhao He left, I sat alone in the lounge and actually calmed down.
Although I wasn’t 100% confident, the risk of failure wasn’t too high. As long as I didn’t expose Zhao He’s identity as a police officer, the worst that could happen was that I couldn’t be an undercover agent anymore.
The Romantic Gala finally began.
I entered the main hall, found a seat at random, and looked at the stage ahead, waiting for the performance to start.
“Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the Romantic Gala. The mountain is inscribed, the romance is boundless. Green Willow welcomes spring, romance meets here. Without further ado, let’s enjoy the performances brought to you by our guests.”
“First performance: Duet Dance.”
The red curtain slowly opened, and a man in a patterned shirt led a woman onto the stage.
I couldn’t see their faces clearly, but the woman had a great figure, wore high heels, and had long, strong legs. She walked with a rhythm, clearly a skilled dancer.
As soon as they appeared, the audience started clapping and cheering, showing how much they anticipated their performance.
The background music was a rhythmic English song. The man stood still while the woman, treating him like a pole, performed a big hip swing.
She wore a thin black lace bodycon skirt. From behind, the hem fluttered, and the black lacy panties peeked out a little. Her snow-white buttocks shook and swayed several times.
Just this move alone won everyone’s applause and cheers.
The music continued. The woman lightly swung her hips and slowly squatted, one hand swaying and sliding down the man’s chest.
When she reached his crotch, she curled her fingers slightly, making a stroking gesture.
The man looked pleased and thrust his hips forward, bringing his groin close to the woman’s face.
The woman shyly glanced at him, rolled away on the floor, and as the man looked disappointed, she grabbed his waist, stuck out her tongue, and made a licking gesture toward his crotch.
This move made everyone cheer and praise excitedly.
The music suddenly sped up. The man also moved, grabbing the woman’s hand and pulling her up from the floor, holding her waist for a close dance.
They shook their hips wildly, and the man occasionally reached out to stroke the woman’s plump buttocks, sometimes even deliberately squeezing her breasts.
The woman gazed at the man in fascination, tilting her head and making an ecstatic expression.
As the rhythm sped up, their hip movements became faster and faster, and the woman’s body swayed with the beat.
Her long hair flew, and her chest trembled so much that people worried her ample breasts might slip out of her bra.
As the music neared its end, a series of beats sounded. The woman tilted her body, lifted one buttock, and shook it rapidly, each move perfectly timed, making everyone marvel at her flexibility. The audience started clapping.
The man bent over and patted the woman’s white, perky buttocks to the beat, as if playing a drum, making other men want to try.
The woman’s plump, white buttocks trembled evenly like tofu. She half-closed her eyes, scanning the audience with an ecstatic expression, flirting with every man.
All the men in the audience were captivated, including me. In my mind, I imagined pressing this woman onto the bed, using the “old man pushes the cart” position from behind, pounding her ample white buttocks, imagining the wonderful sounds and effects. As I fantasized, my desire slowly ignited, and my lower body began to react.
The song ended, and so did their dance. Everyone clapped and cheered.
The woman jumped up, wrapped her legs around the man’s waist, hugged his neck, and the man held her buttocks as they kissed passionately.
After the kiss, they left the stage.
“Butterflies fluttering, swans entwined, thank you to this couple for their wonderful performance. Next up: Solo Dance.”
The spotlight focused, and a red figure gradually appeared it was Zhao He.
How did she change clothes? I thought. But this red qipao better showcased Zhao He’s stunning figure.
There was a heart-shaped cutout at the chest, drawing everyone’s gaze into the deep, creamy cleavage.
Tap, tap. The black high heels stepped on everyone’s heartstrings. The slits at her waist and the hem at her calves swayed with Zhao He’s steps.
From the side, the audience could clearly see the red thong tied at her waistline.
Her slow steps captivated the men.
Damn, Zhao He wasn’t even wearing a bra.
I could tell at a glance the natural, soft shape meant she definitely wasn’t wearing one. Damn, these guys are getting a free show, I thought resentfully.
Suddenly, Zhao He unfolded a paper fan with an eagle design and rapidly fanned it. The dance began. Her flexible waist easily bent and arched, her buttocks sticking out. Her feet turned left and right, and the hem kept fluttering.
Her unrestrained breasts danced along, the creamy cleavage appearing and disappearing, sometimes revealing deep red areolas, making the audience salute repeatedly.
The side audience members widened their eyes, not wanting to miss a moment.
Her plump thighs and flat, firm stomach were on full display, but the mysterious forbidden area was always well protected and hard to glimpse.
I pressed down my rising dragon and couldn’t help but sigh. Ms. Zhao is truly a temptress. Luckily, I’ve already made my move she can’t escape my grasp.
The ancient-style music stopped abruptly, and Zhao He’s dance ended. Her raised left leg slowly lowered, and the hem also fell. From my angle, I enjoyed a full view of Zhao He’s thighs.
What? Zhao He’s thong was actually off to one side. But as she finished her move, the thong snapped back to its proper place, and that hint of a gap disappeared from my sight.
I looked at the audience around me, but couldn’t tell if anyone else noticed this “Easter egg.” What a loss, I thought, but if it weren’t for this gala, I wouldn’t have seen such a tempting sight so soon.
Zhao He quietly changed back into her original dress and sat next to me.
Someone with sharp eyes recognized her. “Bro, want to swap my wife for your girl?” It was the couple from the first performance.
Zhao He held my arm, her soft breasts pressing against me.
“No swap. My girl is only for me to play with,” I replied, then turned and kissed Zhao He.
Zhao He’s lips were a bit cool, but soft and sweet, like jelly. I soon let go, but my arm was still enjoying the pressure from her breasts.
“Hmph, youngsters,” some jealous woman muttered.
But the couple didn’t say anything. Instead, they recalled their newlywed days and started making love in their seats. I glanced at them and felt a sharp pain in my waist.
“I’ll keep an eye on you for Yin Teacher.” The scent of fragrance made my heart itch.
Heh, women none of them can resist jealousy.
