Chapter 32: I don’t want to eat anymore!

“Mmph, no… don’t… it feels weird…”

Lin Xiaoxiao, overwhelmed by the strange sensations in her body, went limp but still tried to stop Zhou Ting’s mischief with her hands, her face flushed with shame and indignation.

He chuckled, nibbling her earlobe. “You know, I’m still hungry. Guess I’ll have to eat you.”

Her body trembled at his words, panic flashing in her wide eyes. She stammered, “T-then let’s go eat something! I’m hungry too…”

Surprisingly, Zhou Ting paused, raising an eyebrow with a smirk. “You’re going out like that?”

He tugged at the towel she clutched tightly, revealing a hint of her fair curves.

Lin Xiaoxiao shot him a resentful glare, like an angry but powerless bunny, utterly captivating.

Soon, room service delivered clothes—a testament to the power of money.

Zhou Ting tossed the bag to her. “Try them on.”

She opened it, hesitating. “A skirt…”

She’d worn women’s clothes before, but only a handful of times, mostly under duress.

Knowing their “dangers,” she was deeply reluctant.

But, as usual, she had no choice. Zhou Ting spoke up. “Don’t wear it, and we’re not going out. Perfect for getting down to business.”

He emphasized “business,” making his meaning clear. Her face reddened, and she quickly said, “I’ll wear it, okay?!”

Early or late, she’d have to face it, but she’d choose later. Plus, she was genuinely hungry. Looking at the flimsy skirt, she convinced herself with a bit of self-deception.

But as she moved to change in the bathroom, he stopped her, wrapping an arm around her waist and whispering, “Change here. It’s just us…”

She froze, her face blazing. “No way!”

Sure, he’d seen everything, but changing in front of him so openly? Too embarrassing—she couldn’t do it.

But Zhou Ting’s playful mood was in full swing, and her shy demeanor only fueled his resolve.

He kissed her fair shoulder gently, coaxing, “So shy? How about I help you? Close your eyes, be good.”

Ever since she’d said “okay” on the phone earlier, he’d picked up the word, using it naturally in his magnetic, coaxing tone.

It left her flustered, defenseless. Her resisting hands gradually gave in to his advances…

In the warmly lit room, the towel fell, highlighting her long, fair legs, even more alluring.

He dressed her—first in delicate undergarments, then white panties, and finally a beige skirt. The task was complete.

Zhou Ting nodded, satisfied, but glanced up to see her face flushed to her neck, eyes half-closed, lashes trembling like an ostrich hiding its head.

As if not seeing would erase her embarrassment—adorably silly.

He chuckled, ruffling her hair. “You can open your eyes now.”

She peeked open, glaring at his wicked smile. “Is this enough?”

She tried to escape his gaze, muttering, “Jerk…”

He yanked her back, pinching her delicate chin. “Calling me names?”

She froze, shaking her head. “No, you heard wrong…”

He scoffed, dropping it, but added, “Not done yet.”

Puzzled, she watched him pull out white stockings and high heels.

Her face heated again, and she protested, “T-these aren’t necessary…”

He raised an eyebrow. “Why not? We’ve practiced so much. Time to show off your high-heel skills.”

Her mind flashed to those “practice” sessions, leaving her too embarrassed to speak.

Seeing her compliance, he gently pushed her onto the bed, taking her soft foot to help with the stockings and heels.

Finally, with his help, she was ready to go out.

Her hair, untrimmed for a while, had grown from a short crop to nearly a bun-length, complementing the pure, vibrant look of the skirt and stockings—a lively young woman.

No one would guess this youthful girl had been thoroughly claimed by a much older man.

A man who’d “fed” her plenty of “milk,” especially considering she’d once been a boy, forced to accept it under psychological struggle…

Just when she thought she could finally leave, Zhou Ting pressed her shoulders again.

Exasperated, she snapped, “What now?”

He replied righteously, “I helped you change. Shouldn’t you do me a favor?”

She rolled her eyes inwardly. Did she ask for his help? Shameless!

With a bad feeling, she asked warily, “What favor?”

He smirked, guiding her hand to his “pride”…

Her body jolted, realizing his intent, and she tried to pull away.

But his strength overwhelmed her. Defeated, she reluctantly knelt…

Eventually, they left the hotel. Her eyes were red at the corners, her hand covering her mouth as if hiding something.

Zhou Ting, relaxed, draped an arm over her shoulder. “What do you want to eat?”

She glared at the jerk beside her, gritting her teeth. “I’m not eating!”

Her appetite was gone.