Evan put forth his utmost sincerity, just to coax the inexperienced little employee into spending the night at his home. The conditions he offered were exceptionally favorable, resembling a vacation, to the point where he seemed to want to hand over the rights of ownership as well.
“Okay…” Under Evan’s patient persuasion, the person trapped against the back of the chair nodded.
Evan grinned, clearly pleased that the little employee was oblivious to the man’s malicious nature, naively falling into his trap.
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I feel that the name “Little Bunny Sweetheart” suits Yan Bao so well (rubbing hands).
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Chapter 38: Cross-Dressing Streamer 5
The transaction, which was only meant to secure his job, has made new progress. The direct boss deceives a newcomer in the workplace, using less extreme actions to gain the little employee’s trust, convincing him to agree to stay at his place on his day off.
The little employee had just graduated and was still inexperienced in the ways of the world. Busy dealing with the pressures of making a living and worrying about repaying loans, he was no match for the devious nature of his cunning boss, naively agreeing without really understanding what he was getting into.
So innocent was he, how could he possibly know what lay hidden beneath the boss’s words, or what staying at someone else’s home implied?
In short, Evan’s objective was achieved. He put the “clothes” he had taken apart back into the bag, neatly folding them, and handed them to Yan Chuan: “I bought a lot, and this is just a part of it. You can take it back and try it on.”
These clothes were Yan Chuan’s size, handpicked by Evan overnight, all styles he deemed very suitable. Naturally, they were tailored to what he thought would suit a slender and beautiful little employee, but as for how they would be perceived by the one who actually wore them, that was another story.
Evan pondered internally, acknowledging how naive the beautiful little employee was, agreeing to another man’s request to stay at his home, showing a complete lack of awareness of his own charm.
The little employee was always quiet and introverted, hiding his beautiful face. None but himself had seen what he truly looked like, and no one else knew that such an introverted little employee had such a stunning body.
If it weren’t for worrying about frightening Yan Chuan again like yesterday, he might have wanted to change him into the clothes right there in the office.
For example, there was that black and white lace maid costume in the bag, with a short hemline, thin stockings that hugged his legs, which would surely accentuate his slim and long legs perfectly.
Just thinking about it made Evan feel like he was about to have a nosebleed.
Yan Chuan, having already seen what Evan referred to as “clothes,” frowned slightly.
“While you’re at your place,” he asked, “do you want me to wear these the entire time?”
Evan nodded.
Yan Chuan’s outstretched hand froze.
Did that mean he would have to wear such… clothes for two whole days?
A two-day overtime experience?
Yan Chuan bit his lip, somewhat reluctant to receive them.
But Evan held onto his wrist and stuffed a pile of bags into his hands.
“Yeah,” Evan was completely unaware that he was misunderstanding Yan Chuan’s intent. “These are all quite common styles; if you prefer others, you can choose again.”
Yan Chuan: …
He suddenly regretted agreeing to Evan’s conditions for overtime.
During the day he had to endure his boss’s harassment, after work he had to stream live, and now even on his day off, he was being dragged into playing dress-up games with his superior.
Yet his position was still that of a little employee, lacking the courage to offend his boss, so he could only say, “I don’t have a preference.”
Now that things had been settled, Yan Chuan took the entire pile of bags home after work.
However, there was a silver lining; he wouldn’t have to buy clothes for streaming anymore, which could save him some money for rent.
As for whether Evan would notice him wearing the clothes he bought or showing them off to many viewers in the live stream… Yan Chuan preferred not to think about it.
After all, with a mask on, nobody would associate him, the little employee, with the streamer “Little Bunny Sweetheart.”
Once back in his rental room, Yan Chuan hurriedly took a shower. He procrastinated a bit before changing into the clothes and then opened his computer.
He had scheduled his live stream for eight-thirty, and even before the time, many viewers were already in the comment section, eagerly awaiting. A glance showed the screen flooded with gift emojis.
Having learned from the previous day’s live stream, Yan Chuan felt a bit more confident, no longer simply speaking without turning on the mic as he had before.
He opened the live stream room and greeted the audience, “Good evening.”
The number of online viewers quickly jumped to six figures.
[Good evening, my wife!]
[Wuwuwu, still wearing a sailor outfit. Are you wearing white stockings underneath? (blushing)]
[Can I send my wife some clothes? I want to see her in lace garments with pearl chains.]
[Finally caught the stream, ahhh, waited all day!]
[Calling my lewd friend @A @B]
Yan Chuan stared at the rapidly flashing comments and responded, “Yes, I’m wearing them, under the skirt.”
Comments flooded in, urging him to show them, and he stood up, circling in front of the camera to display his light-colored skirt above the thin white stockings.
The skirt? It was short enough to barely reach above the knee, and his slender, straight legs were fully exposed. On his legs, he wore stockings that reached up to his thighs, almost to the point where the skirt covered them, revealing a glimpse of his fair skin.
The stockings were white, but clearly, his skin looked even fairer under the light, almost glowing with a soft sheen.
The pretty streamer’s legs were long and straight, with the curve of his calves enticing one to climb upwards; after putting them on, they outlined a sensuous silhouette, stirring feelings of desire.
But the edges of the stockings pressed into his thighs, leaving marks of soft flesh, just enough to create a hint of redness. They hugged his legs tightly, contributing to a plush appearance.
They looked soft and inviting, easily leading to the thought of whether, when being held, they would also yield a hint of tender flesh.
Additionally, the edges of the stockings left impressions, and pinching them would leave behind red marks that took a while to disappear.