The Butler's Special Bodysuit

The night was deepening at the East Lake Private Club in Jiangcheng.

After returning from school, Su Bai went straight to the luxurious tea room located on the second basement level. The decor here was exquisitely refined, surrounded by top-tier golden thread nanmu tea cabinets with constant temperature and humidity control. A faint scent of agarwood lingered in the air.

He leaned lazily against the wide yellow rosewood armchair, casually picked up the purple clay teapot on the table, and poured himself a cup of freshly brewed premium mother-tree Da Hong Pao. This tea was something Liu Chenhu had called in a massive favor to get; it was completely priceless and unavailable on the open market. Su Bai picked up the teacup and took a gentle sip. The warm, mellow tea flowed down his throat, washing away the exhaustion of the day.

Just then, the heavy solid wood door of the tea room was gently pushed open.

Su Bai looked up to see Chen Yusheng walking in from outside with a radiant smile.

Today, Chen Yusheng had surprisingly changed into a moon-white, high-slit cheongsam. The tailoring of this dress was incredibly form-fitting, and the silk fabric shimmered with a delicate luster under the soft lighting, adding a touch of classical charm to her usually aloof, scholarly aura. The cheongsam tightly hugged her slender waist and perky curves. As she walked, her fair, well-proportioned, and flawless long legs peeked through the high slits on both sides of the skirt, delivering a stunning visual impact.

"Why are you dressed like this?" Su Bai set down his teacup, his gaze unabashedly sweeping over her graceful curves before he patted his own thigh, gesturing for her to come over.

Chen Yusheng obediently stepped forward and naturally straddled Su Bai's lap, wrapping her arms around his neck. The slit of the cheongsam slipped down accordingly, allowing a large expanse of snow-white skin to press directly against Su Bai's suit pants.

She didn't answer Su Bai's question. Instead, she covered her mouth, her usually cold eyes now full of sly amusement as she giggled so hard she was trembling.

"What are you laughing at?" Su Bai casually wrapped his arm around her slender, soft waist, his fingertips gently rubbing against the silk fabric, feeling its astonishing elasticity.

Chen Yusheng leaned in close to Su Bai's ear, her breath smelling like orchids, and mysteriously lowered her voice, "Never mind what I'm laughing at. Just go to the master bedroom and check on Senior Jialu in a bit, and you'll see."

"Jialu?" Su Bai raised an eyebrow, a hint of curiosity immediately welling up in his heart.

As the head manager of this top-tier private club, Zhou Jialu usually maintained a mature, steady, and in-control demeanor in front of the other girls. Her outfits mostly consisted of professional suits that perfectly showcased her figure or elegant silk nightgowns. To make the normally aloof Chen Yusheng laugh like this, what on earth was Zhou Jialu doing in the bedroom?

Harboring this intense curiosity, Su Bai patted Chen Yusheng's perky bottom, telling her to enjoy the tea herself for now. He then stood up and strode his long legs toward the master bedroom.

Pushing open the heavy, soundproof door of the master bedroom, Su Bai looked up and instantly froze in his tracks.

In the center of the spacious and luxurious bedroom, standing in front of a massive floor-to-ceiling fitting mirror, Zhou Jialu had her back to the door, twisting her body into an incredibly awkward position.

But what shocked Su Bai the most was the outfit she was wearing.

It was actually a red and blue Spider-Man full-body tight suit!

Su Bai often saw edge-walking influencers wearing this kind of outfit to dance and grab attention while scrolling through short videos. The main feature of this fabric was its extreme tightness, clinging to the flesh and outlining every single curve of a woman's body in meticulous detail.

But Su Bai swore that the effect those influencers achieved was not even a tenth of what Zhou Jialu presented right now!

Zhou Jialu's already unrivaled S-class figure looked absolutely exaggerated when wrapped in this extremely tight fabric. The red and blue material clung tightly to her skin, squeezing her astonishing bust so much that it looked ready to burst through the seams at any moment. Her waist was cinched so tightly it seemed fragile enough to snap, and her full, round peach-like bottom in the lower half was squeezed into two breathtakingly perfect curves.

The texture of the fabric gave off a faint reflection under the light. That ultimate skin-tight sensation, paired with Zhou Jialu's naturally somewhat vixen-like face, created an indescribable, contrasting allure.

At this moment, this usually dignified and elegant head manager was reaching behind her back, desperately tugging at a hidden zipper stuck right at the dimples of her lower back. Due to her excessive exertion, her charmingly beautiful face was flushed red, her forehead was covered in fine beads of sweat, and her chest was heaving violently.

Hearing the sound of the door opening, Zhou Jialu's movements suddenly stiffened, and she turned her head in a panic.

When she saw Su Bai standing at the doorway with a burning gaze, Zhou Jialu's mesmerizing face instantly turned so red it looked as if it could drip water, her eyes filled with embarrassment.

She stopped her futile pulling and revealed an expression worse than crying, her voice carrying a mix of grievance and helplessness: "Junior... you're back just in time. Come help me, quick."

Su Bai kept his hands in his pockets and walked over unhurriedly. He circled around her, his gaze extremely brazen as it swept up and down this delicate body perfectly encased in the tight suit.

"What are you doing?" Su Bai deliberately didn't reach out to help immediately. Instead, he extended a finger and lightly flicked the taut fabric at the side of Zhou Jialu's waist.

With a soft snap, the fabric rebounded, creating a dizzying ripple.

Zhou Jialu's body trembled suddenly, and she stomped her foot in bashful annoyance. "Stop messing around and help me unzip this! The zipper on this outfit is terrible quality. When I tried to take it off just now, it completely jammed right here. My arms are sore from pulling, and it won't budge!"

Seeing her flustered, exasperated, yet helpless state, Su Bai couldn't help but laugh out loud.

He leaned in a bit closer, his eyes fixed on Zhou Jialu's crimson face, his tone full of teasing and banter. "Senior, what kind of bizarre outfit are you wearing? I've never seen you have a hobby for this kind of cosplay before."

At this point, Su Bai deliberately paused, a wicked smirk curling on his lips. He leaned close to her ear and joked in a low voice, "Could it be that because I went off to school for classes, our head manager was feeling unbearably lonely at home, so you got this outfit to take matters into your own hands?"

Hearing Su Bai's explicit teasing, Zhou Jialu's already rosy cheeks instantly burned like fiery sunset clouds, turning red all the way to the tips of her crystal-clear ears.

"What nonsense are you talking about! I did not!"

Zhou Jialu shot Su Bai a coquettish glare, her watery eyes seemingly laced with hooks. She wriggled her tightly wrapped body and anxiously retorted, "How could I possibly do something like that! This outfit... Yusheng saw this outfit online and said it was some special new design. I was just curious for a moment, so I bought it to try on the size!"

"Oh? A special design?" Su Bai raised an eyebrow, his gaze sweeping once more over the tight bodysuit that clung to her and exposed her every curve. Aside from being incredibly figure-hugging, he couldn't see any obvious technological features to it. "What kind of special design could get our esteemed head housekeeper stuck inside?"

Zhou Jialu bit her moist, red lips. Her eyes began to dart away, and her voice dropped to a barely audible whisper, as if the topic were incredibly difficult to voice.

But under Su Bai's oppressive, aggressive stare, she finally yielded and stammered out an explanation. "The online description said... the internal stitching and the fabric tension of this suit are specially calculated. Once you put it on, as long as... as long as you walk, the movement of your legs and hips will cause the fabric on the lower half to rhythmically contract..."

Zhou Jialu took a deep breath, closed her eyes, and finished the thought in one shameful rush, "Thereby creating an... indescribable automatic massage effect..."

Hearing this explanation, Su Bai was stunned for a moment.

He looked at Zhou Jialu standing before him, her perfect S-curve figure tightly outlined by the Spider-Man suit. His mind involuntarily conjured up the image of her walking around the room in this outfit, the fabric contracting and rubbing against her with every step.

A wave of wicked heat instantly rushed from his lower abdomen straight to his head, and Su Bai's eyes immediately turned incredibly fiery.

Without a second of hesitation, he reached out and pulled Zhou Jialu's soft, voluptuous, and extremely taut body tightly into his embrace, ready to take her right then and there.