Zhuang was a travel agency tour leader. He wasn't much to look at, but his silver tongue brought him plenty of advantages.

One day, the Vice President summoned him. "Zhuang Wenhong, you and Xu Hongliang will be in charge of the Wen-X University graduation trip to Bali next week. Got it?"

"Yes, sir. No problem."

As soon as he stepped out the door, Zhuang cursed inwardly. *Dammit, why do I have to go with that old hack, Ah Pao? Talk about bad luck!*

Ah Pao was Zhuang’s team leader. His real name was Xu Hongliang, but he had earned his nickname because he was a master at both sucking up to bosses and making excuses after things went wrong. He looked like the "Big Guy" from a Pan-Asia Telecom commercial, and he was a chronic slacker who always let his subordinates take the blame when trouble brewed. Anyone who toured with him usually ended up miserable, which was why Zhuang felt so unlucky.

That morning, Zhuang arrived early at the airport to gather his "bread and butter"—the tourists. Ah Pao, however, arrived late, swaggering in with breakfast in hand. "Zhuang, are the formalities all done? Don't screw this up, you hear?"

"I hit some heavy traffic while buying breakfast, so we're a little behind. Sorry," Zhuang replied.

*Shameless prick, arriving late and still acting like the boss!* Zhuang thought, though he kept his composure.

Once they arrived in beautiful Bali, the group began their joyful itinerary. Even though Zhuang had been here many times, the changing faces of the tourists and the chance to relax made it enjoyable.

However, he noticed one girl on the bus who seemed particularly aloof. She wore a permanent scowl. She was beautiful, but no matter how many jokes Zhuang cracked or how many group games he organized, she remained utterly uninterested. It was almost frustrating to watch.

That evening, the group checked into the famous Hard Rock Hotel in the Kuta area. After dinner, Ah Pao approached Zhuang. "I'm going to hit a milk bath with the local guide, then head to '96' to unwind. You keep an eye on the group and make sure nothing goes wrong."

"Go on then," Zhuang muttered. "Just try not to come back with an STD." "96" was local slang for a massage parlor or brothel where a quickie cost about 800 TWD. Ah Pao only took the "good" people there; he rarely brought the regular tourists.

After showering, Zhuang headed down to the hotel pub to find some fun. He ordered a drink and sat back to watch the foreigners swaying to the music. He had heard that "happy pills" were easy and cheap to find there.

He spotted the innocent students playing nearby and walked over to greet them. Among them was the "cool girl" from the bus. She was a stunning knockout, wearing a black, strapless, low-cut top and a tight black miniskirt that barely covered her hips. Paired with black high-heeled sandals, she looked almost like a streetwalker. After introductions, he learned her name was Lin Xinyi. She was moody because she had just broken up with her boyfriend, and her classmates had practically forced her into this outfit, which she had just bought. As Zhuang looked at her, he realized she wasn't wearing a bra. A sudden, wicked urge surged within him.

After playing for a while, Zhuang excused himself to use the restroom, but in reality, he slipped away to buy some aphrodisiacs. While the group was distracted, he secretly slipped the powder into Xinyi's drink. Unaware, Xinyi drank it down, hoping the alcohol would numb her heartache.

Zhuang then invited Xinyi to dance. As the deafening music pulsed and the drugs began to take effect, Xinyi’s mood shifted. She grew increasingly exuberant, her movements becoming wild and uninhibited. Seeing his chance, Zhuang began to take advantage. His hands wandered over her round, full buttocks, and his body pressed against her supple breasts. Xinyi began to feel a rising pleasure, letting out soft, low moans.

Zhuang slid his left hand beneath her skirt to explore, while his right hand cradled her neck as he pressed his lips to hers. *Holy shit!* he thought as he realized she was wearing a G-string. He felt he owed it to himself to "take care" of her properly. His own manhood was already straining against his trousers, eager to greet her heat.

The two became entwined. Zhuang lifted Xinyi's right leg, draping it over his waist, while his tongue traced her neck down to her cleavage. He buried his face in her bosom, sucking at her breasts as Xinyi danced wildly, lost in a trance of pleasure, letting him lead her wherever he wished.

Her classmates thought her behavior was a bit strange, but since he was their tour leader, they didn't suspect anything improper; they simply assumed Xinyi was drunk and finally relaxing.

After a while, Zhuang claimed Xinyi was too intoxicated and needed to rest in her room. Her classmates thanked him, thinking he was a very thoughtful leader for helping her back.

Once inside the room, Zhuang laid Xinyi on the bed and locked the door. She was semi-conscious, murmuring, "I want it... give it to me..." Zhuang boldly stripped her of her clothes and shoes, admiring the exquisite body before him.

He cast his own clothes aside and continued his mission. Fighting the urge to rush, he began by teasing her already erect nipples. Xinyi’s rising lust was uncontrollable; her "peach blossom garden" was already weeping with nectar, waiting for him to quench her thirst.

Zhuang took his time, sliding a middle finger into her inviting slit. Xinyi’s slender waist began to sway in rhythm, her voice rising in rhythmic moans. Being patient, Zhuang focused on licking the sweet juices flowing from her, while his hands teased her clitoris and her breasts.

Xinyi's breathing grew heavy, her low moans turning into desperate gasps. "Ah... ah... Ah-Hui... my darling... I can't take it... stop playing... give me your big cock... quick... thrust it into my little cunt... make me fly!" In her drug-induced haze, she had mistaken Zhuang for her ex-boyfriend.

Zhuang didn't care about the mistake. He finally drove his long-hardened cock deep into her tight heat. As he bottomed out, he felt a rush of warmth; Xinyi had already reached a climax. *Even better,* he thought, *then I'll make sure she's truly satisfied.* He began a vigorous "old man pushing a cart" position, driving into her from behind.

"Mmm... yes... right there... oh... again... it's coming again... ah... Ah-Hui, you're so good... ah!" Xinyi gripped the headboard, her body trembling as she cried out in a plea for more.

*She's so sensitive, she's peaking again!* Zhuang thought. *Time to give her a dream she'll never forget!* He flipped her over and transitioned into doggy style, thrusting with relentless strength, heedless of her stamina.

Xinyi felt as though her lover had returned. Under the influence of the alcohol and drugs, her body was too weak to resist the heavy thrusts; she could only scream to release the overwhelming sensation. Her sensitive body sent wave after wave of orgasms through her, leaving her limp and prone as Zhuang ruthlessly ravaged her.

"Darling... I really can't... stop... my little cunt is going to break... ah... ah... ah..."

Xinyi instinctively tried to squirm away from his massive cock, but Zhuang's hands clamped firmly onto her slender waist, pinning her down. This only served to increase the friction, allowing him to drive even deeper. Suddenly, Xinyi's screams died down, and her body went still. Startled, Zhuang pulled out to check on her.

Her heart was still beating. Relieved, he took his semi-hard member and, without a second thought, thrust it into her anus to stimulate her consciousness. The move worked perfectly. Xinyi jolted awake, the alcohol clearing from her mind. Realizing she was being fucked in the ass, she let out a startled cry—and at that exact moment, Zhuang erupted, shooting his warm semen deep into her rectum.

"Tour leader! What on earth are you doing?!" Xinyi shrieked, half-angry and half-shocked.

"I'm so sorry! I just saw you were unhappy and wanted to comfort you... that's all! Please, don't tell anyone, please!" Zhuang pleaded like a man facing a death sentence.

"Get out! Get the hell out! I never want to see you again!" Xinyi cried, pulling the sheets over her body. Zhuang knew words were useless now; he hurriedly dressed and retreated to his own room.

"Dammit! What bad luck. Who knew she was so high-maintenance? Will she sue me? I hope it's not a big deal!"

Zhuang tossed and turned, unable to sleep. After a while, there was a knock at his door. Knowing he couldn't hide forever, he went to open it.

"Come in," he said, sitting on the bed, unsure of what to expect.

"Brother Zhuang... can I call you that?" Xinyi’s voice was unexpectedly tender, catching him off guard. "Is that okay?"

"It's fine. You can call me whatever you like," he replied uneasily.

Xinyi sat beside him and leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to his lips. "Actually, I like you," she said softly. "It's just that the way you forced yourself on me earlier was a bit... unrefined."

Zhuang waited for her next move.

"I thought about it before coming here," she continued. "It's not a big deal. I was planning to have some fun anyway; it was just so sudden that I reacted that way. Don't take it personally."

"Oh! Is that so?" Zhuang breathed a massive sigh of relief, feeling like a man acquitted of a crime.

"So, what now?" he asked, his mood lifting. "How about this: let me take you out for a seafood dinner to make up for it? And your expenses for the trip—it's on me!"

"Deal! But you can't back out!" Xinyi laughed happily.

"No problem. Let's go!" Zhuang’s spirits were back to their morning high.

"Wait, let me go change first. Wait for me downstairs," Xinyi said mysteriously.

A few minutes later, Zhuang saw Xinyi walking toward him in a low-cut blue bikini. Her breasts were so large they practically spilled out of the top, partially covered by a sheer, pale yellow long-sleeved cover-up. Zhuang was stunned; his "soldier" immediately stood at attention, ready for action.

They took a taxi to Kuta Beach, feasting on delicious seafood while enjoying the beautiful Balinese night and the sound of the waves. Zhuang began to touch her breasts "accidentally," and Xinyi, no longer the ice queen, responded with warm, playful flirtation.

When they returned to the hotel, seeing that Ah Pao hadn't returned, Zhuang pulled Xinyi into his room. The moment the door closed, they were locked in a passionate kiss, their tongues dancing like two serpents. Zhuang peeled away her cover-up and unhooked the bikini top. Her heavy breasts bounced free, and he cupped them one in each hand, worshipping them like a hungry infant.

Xinyi quickly stripped him as well. Two naked bodies began to writhe on the bed. Having already tasted her, Zhuang knew exactly how to handle this temptress. He moved from her ears to her neck, her nipples, and her navel, finally focusing on her most sensitive spot.

Xinyi was defenseless against his assault. Her beautiful flower was already drenched, and she began to moan lustfully. Zhuang's greatest weapon was his tongue; he was a master of oral seduction. He used a combination of his expert tongue and his long middle finger to attack her breasts and her swollen, pink vulva, trying to lick her dry, but the more he licked, the more she flowed.

"Brother Zhuang... oh, husband... please, thrust into my little cunt... stop using your fingers... I'm... I'm flying... ah... ah... it's so good... oh... mmm..."

Zhuang waited for the perfect moment before sliding his throbbing cock into her wet heat.

"Oh... yes... so deep... so good... don't stop... faster... I'm... I'm flying again... ah... ah...!"

After a few intense thrusts, Zhuang sat her up so they were facing each other. This allowed for deeper penetration and let him feast on her breasts while watching her ecstatic, lewd expressions.

Xinyi let go of all inhibitions, screaming her pleasure to the heavens. "Ah... yes... break me open... when we go back to Taiwan... let's do it again... oh... husband... ah... another orgasm is coming!"

Feeling the climax approaching, Zhuang roared, "I'm almost there! Tell me... where do you want it? Do you want it inside your little cunt?"

"Anything... just do it... wherever you want... I'm so satisfied... just don't stop!"

As her voice faded, knowing she was spent, Zhuang laid her back down for a final, frantic sprint. He hammered into her with such force it felt as if he might pierce her womb. As they both shuddered in a final explosion, Zhuang emptied his seed deep inside her.

They lay there, panting and exhausted. After a quick shared shower, he walked her back to her room.

The next day was a water sports day. Zhuang, nursing a tired body, waited for the group to gather.

Xinyi was dressed even more provocatively than the night before. She wore a pale orange bikini that barely covered her nipples, with the rest of her breasts nearly spilling out. Her bottom was a G-string, covered only by a sheer sarong that left her round buttocks clearly visible from behind.

Her male classmates were practically bleeding from the nose, and the girls were a mix of jealousy and awe. Her friend Huiling whispered, "How do you dare wear something so revealing?"

"Who cares?" Xinyi replied. "No one knows us here. I wouldn't dare wear this back in Taiwan."

Once they reached the water park, Xinyi eagerly shed her cover-up and approached Zhuang, asking him to apply sunscreen. He led her to a more secluded spot and suggested she take the bikini off to ensure full coverage. Initially hesitant, she saw foreigners lying completely nude on the beach and grew bold. She eventually walked back to her classmates, naked save for the two small pieces of fabric, demanding Zhuang give her a "full-body service."

The sight sent the male students into a frenzy, and even the girls were shocked by her audacity. In the nearby changing rooms, the atmosphere was electric as many men scrambled for a quick, private release.

After her massage, Xinyi spotted a henna artist and asked Zhuang to pay. He haggled hard, eventually paying about 600 TWD to have intricate patterns tattooed on her neck, chest, arms, navel, buttocks, thighs, and even her pubic area. The locals were more than happy to work on such a beautiful canvas.

Once the art was complete, Xinyi put her bikini back on and joined the water activities. Some of the bolder boys used the excuse of "admiring her henna" to constantly touch her. Xinyi, wanting to make the most of her freedom, allowed them to graze her skin.

Eventually, she ditched the bikini altogether, playing naked alongside the boys. Her skin was soon covered in the fingerprints of her classmates. They tossed her into the waves, and whenever she floated on her back, the boys got a clear view of her exquisite flower. During a game of "horseback riding," one lucky boy had Xinyi's wet vulva pressed against his neck, much to the envy of the others.

Some of the more daring female students, inspired by Xinyi, began to strip as well, creating a spontaneous nudist group. Zhuang encouraged the laggards until the entire group was stripped bare, a sea of naked bodies enjoying the sun.

In their high spirits, the "nudist group" headed to Turtle Island. The thirty-minute boat ride featured a glass bottom to view the sea life. To attract fish, the guide handed out bread for the tourists to toss into the water.

Midway through the trip, the naked students were all vying for photos with Xinyi, eager to capture her nude form. Some boys even dared her to pose like an adult film star, and she complied with the grace of a professional model. The air was filled with the constant *click-click* of cameras; some students even used high-end video cameras to document the "erotic" journey.

Seeing the excitement, Zhuang tossed out a wild suggestion: "A lovers' sex party!"

The students responded with middle fingers, leaving Zhuang embarrassed. To save face, he turned to Xinyi. "Hey, sweetheart, help me out here? Give me a way to recover?"

"Help you how? You're the pro, not me!" Xinyi teased.

"Not that! I mean... why don't you and me have a little session to set the mood?"

"Are you crazy?! We aren't a couple, and we're in public! Do you think we're filming a movie?" Xinyi feigned anger, though secretly, the idea of making love in nature thrilled her.

"Come on, my love. If you help me, I'll take you on a massive shopping spree this afternoon!"

"You promise? No backing out!" Xinyi beamed like a child promised candy. Zhuang realized he had been played, but a man's word is his bond. He smiled brightly while his heart bled, knowing his entire commission might be spent on this girl.

And so, they performed like stars in an adult film. They began with deep kisses and passionate caresses. Zhuang used his legendary tongue and fingers to assault her every sensitive nerve, moving from her lips to her breasts, and finally to her clitoris.

"Ah... yes... your technique is amazing... my whole body is... so hot... ah... don't stop there... oh... it's too much... quick... put your big cock... inside me... it's so itchy... ah... just thrust it in!"

Seeing the moment was ripe, Zhuang had Xinyi sit back on the boat seat. He lined his rock-hard member up with her entrance and drove it home in one deep, powerful thrust. He groaned in satisfaction as the tight walls gripped him, taunting the onlookers.

"Oh, girl... you're so tight... it feels so good... move those hips... let's enjoy nature together... yes... that's it... my little slut... I love your cunt... ah... I want to fuck you a thousand more times!"

"Yes, husband... fuck me hard... a wild girl like me... wants you to... fill me up... ah... right there... don't stop!"

For Xinyi, the thrill of being watched in public was intoxicating, sending her into a series of continuous, frantic orgasms.

The male spectators were in a state of frenzy, their own "soldiers" standing at attention. Some couldn't help but stroke themselves, much to Zhuang's amusement. Many boys cursed their luck, wondering why they hadn't volunteered to be the first to have her.

The girls' reactions varied from shyly looking away to watching with mesmerized, hungry eyes.

Since their intimate encounter the night before, Zhuang and Xinyi were perfectly in sync, moving as one.

"Ah... darling... you're hitting the spot... so good... another orgasm... oh...!"

Xinyi let out loud, uninhibited screams, acting as if she were truly the star of a film, wanting everyone to know exactly how much pleasure she was receiving.

As Zhuang reached his limit, he looked down at the wild mare he had successfully tamed and felt a surge of triumph.

"Honey... I'm coming! Do you want... some... a little treat? Open your mouth... catch my 'almond milk'... here it comes!"

In a move straight out of a movie, Zhuang withdrew at high speed and guided her head forward, shooting his warm essence directly into her mouth. Xinyi swallowed every drop as if it were the finest nectar, even licking him clean when he was finished.

Zhuang smiled victoriously, looking at the crowd. Some men were trying to hide their excitement by staring at the sea, while others acted as cameramen, capturing the "highlights" of the trip.

That afternoon, Zhuang kept his promise and took Xinyi shopping. Xinyi was a whirlwind of spending—Versace sunglasses, Marc Jacobs bags, Armani trousers. She especially fell in love with a local blue floral skirt and a white triangular top that resembled a traditional bodice.

"Buy it for me, and I'll wear it while we walk around!" she pleaded.

Zhuang relented. When she emerged from the fitting room, he was speechless. The top was held by thin black strings around her neck, leaving her midriff bare and teasingly revealing the color of her nipples through the fabric. The skirt was a micro-mini that sat low on her hips, showcasing her colorful henna and the curve of her buttocks. With her new Versace shades, she looked cool, sexy, and sophisticated.

As they walked, locals whistled at her. Xinyi acted indifferent, instead clinging to Zhuang's arm like a devoted lover.

When Zhuang's hand drifted to her backside, he realized she wasn't wearing any underwear. "Wait... are you really commando? Aren't you afraid someone will... grab you?"

"Oh, darling! My skirt is so low, underwear would leave a line. Besides, it's so breezy this way! And if someone tries anything, you're my husband, so you'll protect me, right?" Xinyi teased, fully embracing her role as his girlfriend.

Zhuang didn't know if she was joking, so he decided to go along with it. His hand stayed glued to her hips, much to her silent approval.

"I have to check if you're lying," he whispered.

"On the street? Are you serious?"

"You called me your husband, didn't you? A husband has to check! Do you dare?"

"Who says I don't dare? How do you want to see?"

"Fine. Stand with your back to the road, lean against me, and just lift the skirt a little. That's all!"

"Bring it on!"

They stood close together in the middle of the bustling street. Xinyi’s hands trembled slightly as she slowly lifted the hem of her skirt. To a passerby, they just looked like a couple deep in conversation, but the tension between them was electric.

As the fabric rose, revealing the tanned skin of her thighs and the dark forest of her bush, Zhuang's heart raced with the thrill of a high-stakes gamble. When he finally caught a glimpse of her exquisite center, he nearly lost control right there on the sidewalk.

After their little "show," they composed themselves and walked back to the hotel, glowing with shared secrets.

That night, Zhuang decided to settle things once and for all. While Ah Pao was in the shower, he slipped into Xinyi's room. The moment she opened the door, she didn't care who was watching; she threw her arms around him and pulled him into a deep, hungry kiss. Zhuang didn't need to ask any more questions—the answer was written in her lips.