After following and spying for another fifteen minutes, the mountain path gradually leveled out. Ying Huanhuan's underpants were once again hidden by the white lace trim on her lower body. Looking at his somewhat disappointed followers, Lin Dong felt a pang of regret. However, he was only assisting; Qing Ye was still in charge. Whether there would be anything else to see depended on Qing Ye.
Once the mountain path became gentler, Qing Ye led Ying Huanhuan to a beautiful spot. Before them lay a crystal-clear lake, teeming with fish and shrimp, their splashes creating ripples on the surface. Opposite Ying Huanhuan was a large, protruding hill, though not very high, only four or five meters. The lake water cascaded down from it, forming a small waterfall. With the water flowing down and the sunlight shining through, a small rainbow appeared beneath the waterfall, like a bridge across the lake.
"Wow, I didn't expect the scenery here to be so beautiful! There's even a small lake halfway up the mountain, and we came at just the right time—there's even a rainbow!" Ying Huanhuan's eyes sparkled as she looked at the scenery ahead. She ran a few steps forward and exclaimed excitedly. Although the scenery along the way was nice, it was mostly trees. But here, perhaps because of the lake, many vibrant flowers were blooming around the edge of the lake, adding more color to the entire mountain forest.
"It's best if you're happy," Qing Ye said with a smile. He was also very happy. He had been keeping an eye on the followers who were spying on Ying Huanhuan, and he was quite satisfied with the result. Although there weren't many people, their excitement was high. Actually, there were other routes to this small lake, and those routes were smoother, easier, and faster than the one they had just taken. However, he deliberately chose this place so that his followers could see some beautiful scenery. Qing Ye didn't feel any aversion to these strange men seeing the lower body of the girl he liked. Last time, he had allowed strangers to see her vulva directly during a meal, and he had even personally spread it open for another man to see inside. Seeing her panties now wasn't enough to make him jealous.
However, Qing Ye hadn't expected things to go so smoothly so far. While the terrain was advantageous to his followers, their strength was too low. Even if they could conceal their figures, their heavy breathing shouldn't be hidden. But reality didn't unfold as he expected. Not only had Ying Huanhuan not noticed anything, but even Qing Ye, who had been closely observing the followers, hadn't detected anything amiss. They weren't suppressing their aura after their excitement; Qing Ye hadn't seen even a trace of their physical presence revealed. It was as if they didn't exist. Yet, Qing Ye could clearly sense the changes in those people, which puzzled him greatly. How could they know a man was helping them expose Ying Huanhuan?
However, Qing Ye didn't dwell on it. He stopped worrying about it. Perhaps the people here were good at hiding?
He was now thinking about continuing their activities. His eyes darted around, and he said to Ying Huanhuan, "Huanhuan, this place is so beautiful. Let's leave a souvenir here."
"A souvenir? What souvenir?" Ying Huanhuan asked. "How about this, you stand on that protruding hillside on the other side and strike a pose, and I'll use my mental recording to record the scene for you, okay?"
Qing Ye suggested, taking out the mental recording tools he had prepared beforehand. After all, he didn't have Ying Huanhuan's powerful mental strength, so let alone recording for a period of time, he couldn't even record a single scene without the tools.
"Hmm?"
Ying Huanhuan looked at Qing Ye suspiciously, then at the tools he had prepared. They were so well-prepared and complete; Ying Huanhuan felt something was off, but she couldn't pinpoint what it was. After racking her brains without success, Ying Huanhuan decided to take it one step at a time, so she nodded and said, "Okay, I'll go then."
After saying that, Ying Huanhuan didn't wait for Qing Ye's reply and walked directly to the other side of the lake. However, she didn't notice that as she walked across the lake, Qing Ye threw a bottle into the flower bushes. Following the others, Ying Huanhuan arrived at the flowing hillside. It seemed there was still some distance to the water source. Ying Huanhuan sensed the current wasn't very strong. Standing on the bank, she looked down at Qing Ye. Although it was a bit high, and she was wearing a skirt, the length of her skirt meant that unless Qing Ye was standing within five meters looking up, she shouldn't be able to see under her skirt. Besides, there was a small lake more than ten meters away between them, and no one was within five meters of her. Therefore, Ying Huanhuan felt a little more at ease.
Seeing that it was safe, Ying Huanhuan enveloped her body with spiritual energy. Her snow-white feet gently dipped into the lake. She didn't want to get wet in such a public place, especially with people gathering herbs nearby, so she needed to keep the water away. Her snow-white feet, after being enveloped in spiritual energy, didn't sink but instead landed directly on the surface. Ying Huanhuan gracefully swayed to the middle of the lake, near the protruding hillside. She looked down at Qing Ye, who was standing across the lake, and said to him, "We can begin. I'm ready."
"Okay, good. Start posing," Qing Ye replied, pointing his props at Ying Huanhuan.
Next, Ying Huanhuan began striking various poses, while Qing Ye activated his mental energy to record Ying Huanhuan and the background behind her. To prevent Qing Ye from causing any trouble, Ying Huanhuan would call him over to check his recordings the first few times he used props. However, Qing Ye had already restored Ying Huanhuan's clothes after she reached the mountainside, so the recordings were perfectly accurate. After reviewing them several times and finding nothing wrong, Ying Huanhuan stopped calling him, and the two continued their activities as if no one else was around.
While Ying Huanhuan and Qing Ye were happily taking pictures, their followers were getting impatient. Although the girl's various poses were pleasing to the eye, what they wanted to see wasn't the surface, but something deeper. However, their impatience was useless; Ying Huanhuan remained facing them directly. The followers could only patiently wait for her to turn around. After a few minutes, they finally saw Ying Huanhuan turn around for the first time.
At this moment, Ying Huanhuan was in the middle of the mountainside, her back to Qing Ye. Clear water flowed down from her feet to behind her. Her hands were behind her back at her waist, her left hand grasping her right wrist, her right hand slightly open. Her left leg was straight, her right heel raised, her toes gently rising, her right knee slightly bent. Her head was also slightly tilted to the left, revealing a small portion of her profile. Her lips were slightly parted, creating a beautiful silhouette that didn't reveal her teeth, leaving Qing Ye, who was recording the scene, with a beautiful back view.
Qing Ye also happily recorded the scene. It had to be said, it was truly breathtaking. Ying Huanhuan was naturally beautiful, and with her suitable attire, captivating pose, and the backdrop of green mountains and clear water, the beauty of the scene was indescribable. Perhaps it only existed in paintings.
After taking a few notes of the scene, Qing Ye pretended to observe, knowing he wasn't doing it for the sake of recording such things. However, the recorded images were truly beautiful, almost mesmerizing him. But Qing Ye's obsession with exhibitionism ran even deeper, so he quickly snapped back to reality. When was it wrong to record something like this?
After thoroughly training Ying Huanhuan, wouldn't he be able to do whatever he wanted?
He would definitely record Ying Huanhuan having sex with other men, capturing her moaning under them, her swaying breasts, and her lower body joined with another man's penis—that would be essential. But that was for the future. For now, he'd just enjoy exhibitionism.