The Quagmire of Desire: From Gambling Addict and Village Flower to Movie Queen

She looked down and saw a WeChat message from Lin Dong: "The photos taken today turned out great, our boss is very satisfied. I was wondering if you'd be interested in taking a set of indoor boudoir photos, the price will be doubled, four thousand a day."

Liu Meiling's eyes lit up: "Indoor boudoir photos? Four thousand a day!"

"I want to go too!" Liu Yue cried out from the side. "I want to go too!"

Sun Xiaoyan sat by the window, looking at the night outside, and remained silent for a long time.

"Xiaoyan, are you going or not?" Liu Meiling asked.

Sun Xiaoyan looked out the window; the hotel lights were reflected on the sea, swaying back and forth.

After a long silence, she nodded.

Lin Dong led the three into the resort's penthouse suite. As soon as the door opened, the interior was decorated like a presidential suite. The living room was so big that a horse could run across it, and the floor-to-ceiling windows offered a panoramic sea view. The setting sun bathed the room in a golden glow.

"Three rooms, one for each person." President Lin pointed to three doors at the end of the corridor. "There's a photographer waiting for you in each room. Just change your clothes and we'll start shooting right away."

Liu Meiling's eyes lit up, and she said with a cigarette in her mouth, "Great, President Lin has made some very thoughtful arrangements."

"What about me?" Xiao Hui stood in the living room, feeling a little awkward.

Mr. Lin patted him on the shoulder: "Young man, I'll have someone take you to the resort. There's a swimming pool, a gym, and an arcade. Feel free to play."

A young man in work clothes walked over, smiled at Xiaohui, and said, "Come on, I'll show you around."

Xiao Hui glanced at Liu Yue, who nodded. Only then did he follow the man away.

The door closed, leaving only three people in the living room.

Lin Dong pointed to the innermost room: "Liu Meiling, come with me. Sun Xiaoyan, the middle room is yours, Liu Yue, the one on your left."

Liu Meiling, a cigarette dangling from her lips, swayed as she walked towards the innermost part of the room. Sun Xiaoyan took a deep breath and pushed open the middle door.

As soon as the door opened, a male photographer in his thirties was sitting on the sofa, with various photography equipment laid out in front of him. Seeing Sun Xiaoyan enter, he stood up and smiled, "Hello, my name is Xiao Zhang. I'll be taking your photos today."

Sun Xiaoyan nodded and looked around. There was a bed in the room, and several sets of clothes on the bedside table—a red lace dress, a white sheer gauze skirt, a black leather jacket, and a few others that she couldn't name.

"Change into this one first." Xiao Zhang picked up the red lace lingerie set and handed it to her. "It'll look better indoors, with the lighting dimmed."

Sun Xiaoyan took the clothes, her fingers trembling slightly, but she still walked behind the screen and slowly changed into them.

The red lace mini-dress clung tightly to her body, and the material used was extremely daring.

The intricate lace pattern on the chest just barely concealed the key area, the waist was made of semi-transparent tulle, and the skirt was so short that it barely covered the hip line. With each movement, her fair skin was faintly visible.

She came out, and Xiao Zhang had already set up the lights.

"Stand by the bed, yes, turn to the side, hold onto the edge of the bed, yes, just like that."

Sun Xiaoyan did as instructed, and Xiao Zhang raised his camera and snapped a few pictures.

"Okay, let's change positions. Lie face down on the bed, stick your butt out, and face the camera. Yes, that's it."

Sun Xiaoyan lay on the bed, her face buried in the pillow, her mind a jumble of thoughts.

Just then, a soft laugh came from next door.

Sun Xiaoyan paused for a moment, then looked up at the wall.

The sound came from Liu Meiling's side.

Liu Meiling entered the room, where Lin Dong was already waiting.

The room was dimly lit, with only a bedside lamp on. On the bedside table sat a set of black lace lingerie, the fabric of which was pitifully scant.

"Change into it." President Lin leaned against the window, holding a camera in his hand, his eyes scanning her over.

Liu Meiling smiled as she picked up the lingerie set, slowly took off her clothes, and put on black lace.

She came out, and the light shone on her.

The black lace dress clung tightly to her voluptuous curves, with a daring neckline and sheer fabric at the waist that subtly revealed her skin tone. The skirt hem barely covered her upper thighs.

"Go to the bedside," Mr. Lin said, raising his camera. "Lower your body and turn your face to look at me."

Liu Meiling bent down as instructed, turned her face toward the camera, bit her lower lip lightly, and had a languid charm in her eyes.

Click, click, the shutter clicked continuously.

"Okay, let's change positions. Lie on your side, put your hands on your legs, and give me your eyes."

Liu Meiling lay on her side, the black lace shimmering in the light, her legs flowing smoothly beneath the hem of her skirt.

Mr. Lin took a few pictures, put down his camera, took a few steps closer, and his eyes lingered on her.

"You know what," he said, lowering his voice, "I especially love the look in your eyes."

"What kind of look is that?" Liu Meiling asked with a smile.

"Eyes that have been ravaged by life," Lin Dong said. "Not everyone has that look in their eyes."

Liu Meiling laughed, a loud laugh that made her chest sway.

"Brother Lin," she sat up, hooking her fingers around the shoulder strap and slowly pulling it down, "would you like to shoot anything else?"

Lin Dong didn't say anything, he just looked at her.

Liu Meiling simply pulled the bra strap all the way down.

"I don't like wearing too many clothes," she said with a smile. "What do you think, Mr. Lin?"

Lin Dong's throat moved, he put down the camera and began to take off his clothes.

He took off his shirt, revealing his well-defined abs, his skin tanned to a wheat color, and his muscles clearly defined.

Liu Meiling stared wide-eyed, swallowing hard.

She stood up abruptly, landed on the bed, turned her back to Lin Dong, wiggled slightly, and said, "Mr. Lin, could you take pictures of other parts of my body? My butt looks nice."

Lin Dong held up his camera and snapped a few more pictures, but his hand was already shaking.

Liu Meiling turned around, pounced on him, wrapped her arms around President Lin's neck, and clung to him.

"Mr. Lin, you're getting the hang of it," she said with a smile.

Lin Dong could no longer restrain himself. He pushed her down onto the bed and kissed her passionately, his kisses lingering on her neck and down her collarbone.

Liu Meiling tilted her head back, her fingers plunging into his hair, pressing his head even closer to hers, a soft, trembling sigh escaping her throat.

"A little heavier," she said softly, "I like you like this."

Lin Dong turned her over, his burning lips slowly moving down her back, landing on her waist and legs. Each touch was restrained, leaving faint red marks on her fair skin.

Liu Meiling lay on the soft mattress, her cheeks buried in her arms, letting out soft, satisfied breaths.

"That's wonderful," she said, her voice slightly hoarse, "you really are..."

Lin Dong did not respond. He traced her outline with his palm and lips, not wanting to miss a single detail, as if he wanted to knead her whole body into his palm.

Liu Meiling suddenly turned over, pushed him down onto the bed, and took the initiative to press herself against him, lowering her head to kiss his chest and firm abdomen, her delicate kisses lingering down his body.

Sun Xiaoyan, who was lying on the bed next door, was posing in various ways as requested by the photographer when she suddenly heard muffled sounds coming from next door, along with the creaking of the bed.

She paused for a moment, then looked up at the wall.

Xiao Zhang heard this too, put down his camera, smiled, and said, "It seems like the neighbors next door are quite busy."

Sun Xiaoyan blushed, but the corners of her mouth couldn't help but turn up slightly.

"Ignore them," Xiao Zhang said. "Let's keep filming."

Sun Xiaoyan turned over and lay on her side on the bed. Xiao Zhang adjusted the lights and started filming again.

The sounds from next door grew louder and louder: Liu Meiling's laughter, President Lin's panting, and the creaking of the bed could all be heard clearly through the wall.

Sun Xiaoyan and the photographer exchanged a glance and both smiled.

"She's really good at causing trouble," Xiao Zhang said.

Sun Xiaoyan didn't say anything, but she was a little envious of Liu Meiling's carefree attitude.

On the other side, Liu Yue stood in the room, looking at the few sets of clothes on the bedside table, her face turning red.

One of the outfits was a transparent pink tulle dress, so wearing it was like not wearing anything at all.

One set was a white lace lingerie set, with very little fabric.

Another outfit was a black leather jacket, which looked very revealing.

"How about this one?" The male photographer picked up the pink tulle dress and handed it to her. "You have fair skin, pink looks good on you."

Liu Yue took the clothes, held them in her hand, and felt that the fabric was so thin that it was translucent.

"I...I wanted to wear it for Xiaohui, but..." she stammered, "but it's just too embarrassing."

The male photographer laughed: "What are you afraid of? You have such a great figure, it would be a waste not to take pictures of you."

"Really?" Liu Yue asked, a little embarrassed.

"Really," the male photographer said, "look at your legs, your waist, your chest, they're all top-notch, such a youthful body, it would be a shame not to take pictures of you."

Liu Yue blushed at his praise, but still hesitated, standing there with the clothes in her hand, unsure whether she should change.

"Don't worry," the male photographer said again, "I'll show you the photos after we're done. If you don't like them, you can just delete them."

Liu Yue bit her lip, looked at the clothes in her hand, and then at the photographer.

"Well... okay then."

She took the clothes, turned around, and walked behind the screen in the room.

The male photographer, holding his camera and smiling, waited for her to come out after changing.