Following the navigation, Liu Ruoxi soon drove into Creek Willow Neighborhood.
Creek Willow Neighborhood was one of G City’s renowned affluent enclaves, located on the outskirts of the downtown area. It had only been open for occupancy for a little over a year, boasting elegant scenery with lush green lawns, pavilions, and babbling brooks—everything one could desire.
Logically, a neighborhood on the city’s outskirts should not be expensive, but in reality, even the cheapest house here cost billions. The reason for the exorbitant prices was not the per-square-meter rate, which was actually quite affordable—about one-twentieth of what you’d pay in G City’s inner ring. No, the true expense lay in the sheer size of the properties.
What this neighborhood on the suburban fringe emphasized was not just its beautiful environment, but unparalleled privacy and vast expanses. It was less a collection of homes and more a series of sprawling manors. Creek Willow Neighborhood consisted of numerous expansive estates.
Each manor was surrounded by towering walls topped with electrified barbed wire, and security personnel patrolled the perimeter regularly. Inside, the typical manor spanned around two thousand square meters, featuring broad meadows, vibrant flowers and trees, pavilions, and flowing streams.
For the ultra-wealthy who could afford it, the high privacy and generous space hit all the right notes. These places were perfect for gatherings, making friends, wild parties, group activities, outdoor bashes—or for those who loved large dogs, letting their pets romp freely across the meadows, playing frisbee and more.
Liu Ruoxi hadn’t realized Shen Qing had purchased a manor here. If not for the morning photoshoot, she wouldn’t have known at all.
Pulling up to the entrance of Shen Qing’s manor, she saw the nameplate above the gates: Pet Paradise.
The name suggested the estate owner was a kind-hearted animal lover, but in truth, there wasn’t a single pet inside the entire manor—a rather eerie fact.
Of course, those estate owners with particular tastes understood the implications immediately upon seeing the name. What they hadn’t expected was that the owner here was a woman.
Most estate owners in Creek Willow Neighborhood were men; only three were women, and Shen Qing was one of them.
Liu Ruoxi pulled a round key from her bag. It was exquisitely crafted, silver-plated, with a lifelike carving of a little dog sticking out its tongue on the surface.
She pressed the key’s dog-head emblem against the manor gate, as if petting a beloved pup. The gates chimed twice, followed by the grind of internal mechanisms, and they swung open to either side.
Liu Ruoxi drove her BMW straight in, and the gates closed smoothly behind her, blending seamlessly with the surrounding walls.
After driving along the road for about a minute, a villa came into view ahead.
Liu Ruoxi parked in the lot nearby, grabbed her camera, and headed toward the villa.
She had just reached the door when Shen Qing, having heard the car, flung open the vermilion entrance.
Shen Qing wore a white one-piece dress with an open-heart neckline, the fabric scant and sheer as gossamer. The heart-shaped opening plunged deep, exposing vast expanses of snowy, flawless breast. Her enormous, heavy breasts quivered with every movement; she wore no bra, relying solely on the thin spaghetti straps to support their weight.
Below the heart-shaped neckline, the semitransparent white gauze hinted at the pale lower curves of her breasts. Purple pasties clung to her nipples, veiling the most intimate spots like gifts awaiting their owner.
The dress’s hem was scandalously short, barely covering half her buttocks. Through the translucent gauze, one could make out purple lace panties with thin straps that crossed her hips and connected tightly over her rear, save for a small patch of fabric hugging her privates.
Her long, plump legs were sheathed in flesh-toned stockings that gleamed with a lewd sheen in the sunlight. Black high heels completed the look, accentuating her hourglass figure. This provocative erotic costume set hearts racing and stirred uncontrollable desires.
Seeing Shen Qing step out still in her photoshoot outfit, Liu Ruoxi frowned. “Aren’t you afraid someone might see you dressed like that?”
Shen Qing burst into tinkling laughter, her body shaking with mirth. “Oh, Ruoxi, you crack me up! Who else is here besides us?”
Liu Ruoxi realized her slip. In broad daylight, with her best friend in such revealing attire, she’d momentarily forgotten they were alone.
The two chatted idly as they entered the grand hall and settled onto the sofa.
“Shen Qing, I forgot to ask this morning—what did you buy this manor for?” Liu Ruoxi gazed at the vast, empty space, eyeing her friend curiously.
She knew Shen Qing inside and out: just one son, living in a downtown villa that felt too big for even the two of them. This place was on another level.
Shen Qing batted her bright, captivating eyes at the puzzled Liu Ruoxi, pretending to ponder before casually bluffing, “Same as always—real estate investment! You know me, Ruoxi. I get bored otherwise. Life’s too easy, so I just hoard properties.”
Liu Ruoxi watched the performance silently. Who didn’t know whom? That line might fool others, but not her.
Shen Qing sighed dramatically, her gaze drifting to the open sky outside. In a wistful tone, she said, “Living alone feels so empty. Sometimes, only staring at a huge stack of property deeds gives me any sense of fulfillment.”
Liu Ruoxi glanced at her friend’s feigned melancholy and gave a soft “Mm,” neither believing nor disbelieving. She let the topic drop.
She knew Shen Qing didn’t want to answer, and there was no need to pry.
Once their chat wound down, the women turned to the business at hand.
Liu Ruoxi couldn’t shoot photos in her current outfit, sexy as it was. She headed to the changing room to swap clothes.
As Shen Qing explained, they needed multiple erotic costumes for the shoot, and buying outside was a hassle with inferior quality. At her friend’s urging, Liu Ruoxi had purchased over a dozen sets from the System Mall—mostly Shen Qing’s picks, with Liu Ruoxi selecting only a few herself.
The costumes were cheap; the lot cost her just 73 points. Shen Qing, having completed no tasks yet, couldn’t afford any.
When Liu Ruoxi emerged from the changing room, she wore a black off-the-shoulder evening gown that seemed tailor-made, its craftsmanship impeccable. Though classified as an erotic costume by the System, it was more revealing than a standard gown.
The chest plunged open dramatically, her snowy breasts forming a deep, enticing cleavage. A hint of black lace bra peeked from the edges. Lower still, a diamond-shaped cutout bared her pale midriff and dainty navel, crossed by thin black straps for added allure.
The gown hugged her curvaceous waist before flaring into high side slits that exposed generous swaths of her peach-like buttocks.
At her privates, two small openings aligned precisely with her most sensitive spots. Through them, one could clearly see her black lace panties, their intricate patterns teasingly obscuring the view—a tantalizing regret.
Yet this half-concealed allure only heightened the temptation, stirring curiosity to explore the mysterious valley beneath those panties and uncover its captivating secrets.
Beneath the gown’s hem, sheer black stockings revealed glimpses of her pale thighs. Her voluptuous legs stood tall and elegant, poised with dignified charm.
This erotic evening gown was Liu Ruoxi’s own choice—the most conservative in its category.
It suited her temperament perfectly: classic black against ivory skin, blending nobility with an air of mystery, like a nocturnal aristocrat bathed in moonlight—aloof and unattainable.
Yet upon closer inspection, the gown’s revealing cuts shattered that highborn mystique, transforming her into a succubus queen from the abyss: cold, glamorous, sensual, with a dash of wanton allure.
