“Oh ho ho…”

A strange chuckle escaped Cheng Shun’s lips as he sized me up head to toe, his eyes gleaming with an odd light.

*Gulp.*

Huh? D-did I hear that right? This guy… he just *gulped*?

Outside, the photographer grew impatient. “Xixi-chan, changing takes *this* long? Hurry up! Stand in front of the backdrop.”

Used to beautiful models—and seeing me as a girl from the start—he wasn’t fazed.

But Manager Cheng? He knew I was a guy. Yet he *gulped* at me? Just thinking about it sent a chill down my spine.

While I hesitated, the photographer snapped, “Hey! Move! Newbie or not, cooperate. Everyone’s time matters.”

Head lowered, I shuffled to the blue backdrop.

“Look at the lens! How can I shoot if you keep staring at the floor?” His tone sharpened.

I… already mortified in this sailor uniform and stockings… facing the camera? No way!

Then—a familiar girlish voice cut in: “Xiaoxi, *really* wanna get snatched by the mafia for *that*?”

I turned. There she stood—the self-proclaimed 17-year-old CEO—on the other side of the backdrop, wearing a devilish smile.

“Miss, is this hire even capable? Total newbie? Zero experience?” the photographer grumbled.

She waved a hand. “Mr. Zhang, Uncle Cheng—step out. I’ll give this little cutie… *psychological counseling*.”

Clueless, they left. Just her and me.

Her aura shifted. Like a seasoned bully, she leered at me. “Can’t do it? Too shy to drop the modesty?”

Silent, I flinched as she leaned close, breath brushing my ear: “Do as he says. Or… you know the consequences.”

*Demon!* So gorgeous… why so cruel?!

Maybe my pained look pricked her conscience. She offered her drink. “Here. You’re tense. Drink.”

I sipped, calming myself. *Phew… He still doesn’t know I’m a guy. It’s fine. Cross-dressing’s embarrassing, but as long as my secret’s safe…*

She sat before me, arms crossed. “Better? Now—show me your feminine side. In that sailor uniform.”

“F-feminine side?” I blinked, lost.

“Practice. Sit like a sweet girl. Cup your cheeks. Smile innocently.”

“I… I can’t…” My voice barely a whisper.

“Oh? Then smile *at me*.”

I breathed deep, lifted my gaze, and forced a shaky smile.

She sighed. “Stiff. Amateur. Guess I’ll give you… *special* tutoring.”

Huh? *Special*—?

Before I processed it, her fingers gripped my chin!

So strong!

“Lin Xiaoxi,” she declared, “I’ll *give* you that feminine side—*now*.”

Despite being a girl, she radiated raw dominance. Tall—several centimeters above me—I, a guy, had to look *up*.

Stunned, I froze under her gaze. Her eyes held startling sincerity… and haze.

“I’m… kissing you now. Your first kiss, right?”

What?! Bewildered, I melted in her arms—like a flustered schoolgirl.

Such a beauty… kissing *me*…

Anticipation, fear, resistance, reluctant longing swirled inside.

I felt like a shy girl being held close. Her left hand slid up my thigh through the skirt; the other tilted my chin. Lips inches away.

*No!* Yet my strength faded under her touch.

Almost gone…

My “male rationality” crumbled. I squirmed—but she pulled me tighter.

“Feel it yet? If not… I’ll take your first kiss. And… *more*.”

Her breath, soft as sea breeze, brushed my cheek. Her palm pressed my thigh—like wind on leaves.

Ahhh! How could *anyone* withstand this?!

Her eyes narrowed, gleaming wine-dark. “Xiaoxi… want freedom? Or keep being humiliated? Feeding your twisted little fantasy?”

“I… I…”

Rationality vanished. I averted my eyes, squirming shyly in her arms.

Like a love-struck girl under a CEO’s charm—heart racing, face flushed, passive yet tinged with surrender—I waited.

“You *like* this, don’t you? Being… *ravished*?” She licked her cherry-pink lips.

“N-no…” My voice wavered. Eyes darted like a startled fawn.

She leaned closer, whispering: “Smile. Show all your feminine charm. *Tempt me*.”

As if I *wanted* it… I offered a dazed, tender smile.

She paused. A flicker in her eyes. “You… really *are* a lowly little bitch. Already *in heat*. Heh… so eager to be used?”

I slumped to the floor, weak. Shocked by my own compliance. Too ashamed to speak.

*Wah… I’m supposed to be a man! How can I let a girl do this?! If anyone finds out…*

“Next time,” she said, stepping back with a conqueror’s smirk, “consider it a pass. Remember this feeling. Pretend you’re a girl—and go please my photographer.”

She clapped. “Mr. Zhang! Uncle Cheng! Come in!”