While pretending, Qing Ye focused his attention on his followers, amused by their drooling expressions. He didn't immediately make Ying Huanhuan's back transparent, but instead, after building up their anticipation, he slowly revealed it. Ying Huanhuan's undergarments were once again exposed to their eyes, causing their breathing to become heavy. Although Ying Huanhuan had predicted that her undergarments wouldn't be visible from five or six meters away, that prediction was based on the presence of a skirt. Now that she had no skirt, her prediction was invalid, and all her followers could now directly see Ying Huanhuan's undergarments.
Lin Dong watched this scene with excitement. He hadn't expected Qing Ye to use this method to expose his wife, but he had to admit it was quite enjoyable. Lin Dong was incredibly excited; his wife was posing in front of several men, practically naked—it was incredibly thrilling. After a while, perhaps because he didn't have to move, Lin Dong could feel some of his followers pull down their pants and start masturbating to his wife. This excited Lin Dong even more. Several men hiding in the bushes, masturbating to his wife's body—wasn't that exactly what Lin Dong wanted to see?
After taking a few more notes, Ying Huanhuan turned around again, facing Qing Ye directly once more. This gave the followers a brief respite. However, within those two or three minutes, Lin Dong sensed that some of the followers had already ejaculated, leaving him both amused and exasperated. Lin Dong also felt that Qing Ye was quite cautious; before each recording session, he would have Ying Huanhuan's skirt adjusted. This had allowed them to evade one of Ying Huanhuan's surprise checks. It seemed that Ying Huanhuan turning her back was merely to check if Qing Ye was up to something. However, she couldn't detect anything unusual—the angle was fine, the clothes were fine, and there were several photos of each pose. This made Ying Huanhuan slightly less wary. She hadn't expected Qing Ye to allow other men to spy on her.
Lin Dong continued watching Ying Huanhuan strike various poses. Although they had lived together for a long time, Ying Huanhuan was still incredibly beautiful in his eyes, and he never tired of looking at her. Lin Dong knew that although Ying Huanhuan was currently recording for Qing Ye, the poses she was striking were all for his benefit. Otherwise, Qing Ye alone wouldn't have the strength to make Ying Huanhuan do such a thing. Right now, Ying Huanhuan was leaning forward on the mountainside, her right hand bent on her hip, her left hand also bent, and her left index finger pressing against her cheek, making a cute expression. Lin Dong even saw Ying Huanhuan stick out her tongue, which he knew was her way of complaining and questioning him. Lin Dong found it somewhat amusing, but he also emerged from the bushes, nodded in agreement with Ying Huanhuan, and clapped his hands silently at her. After doing so, fearing being seen, Lin Dong hid again.
Seeing Lin Dong's actions, Ying Huanhuan's smile became even more captivating. Although she was out with another man, her heart was still connected to Lin Dong's, so she appreciated his praise and was able to continue posing with even greater enthusiasm.
After Lin Dong concealed himself, his eyes widened slightly. Ying Huanhuan's clothes were slowly becoming transparent, then disappearing completely. Her breasts, previously covered by her undergarments, were revealed. Her lower body was similarly exposed; beneath the white lace trim, her panties were also visible. While nothing particularly special, the tight panties still revealed her mons pubis. It was as if Ying Huanhuan was only wearing underwear while recording. Lin Dong felt a surge of arousal. He knew his followers had also witnessed this, and he sensed their breathing becoming heavy again as they began masturbating. Those who had already ejaculated seemed to have recovered and were now starting their second round. Lin Dong glanced sideways at Qing Ye; indeed, Ying Huanhuan's clothes were also becoming transparent in the front.
Qing Ye felt the growing heat behind him. He licked his dry lips, deciding it was about time before making Ying Huanhuan's front of her clothes transparent. The front was much easier for her to notice than the back; if she weren't leaning forward, Qing Ye wouldn't have dared to make it transparent at all. Even a glimpse out of the corner of his eye would reveal the problem. Wearing such transparent clothes at home for fun was fine, but wearing them in public was suicidal. So, being cautious, Qing Ye didn't dare do such a thing. Now, he watched Ying Huanhuan intently, nervously adjusting her clothes as soon as she moved slightly.
Ying Huanhuan didn't notice anything amiss. She continued posing for Lin Dong. Lin Dong wanted to laugh but couldn't. Ying Huanhuan had only done it for him to see, but she hadn't realized she was now posing provocatively in front of another man.
Perhaps because several surprise inspections hadn't revealed anything, Ying Huanhuan completely relaxed her guard. She no longer just had Qing Ye record her front; she also started having him record her back, posing in front of everyone. This gave her followers a good look, as the front was certainly attractive—Ying Huanhuan's prominent mons pubis was captivating. However, it had to be said that the time was a bit short. Qing Ye, being cautious, only showed the followers briefly before resuming his pose, leaving them somewhat impatient. Although they didn't ask, they could tell from the girl's apparent lack of awareness that the exposure was caused by the man, and the girl probably didn't know. Therefore, they dared not voice any objections. Whether Ying Huanhuan knew or not was none of their concern; they just wanted to see, regardless of who saw it or why.
"Wow!"
However, the good time didn't last long. Shortly after Ying Huanhuan posed with her back to Qing Ye, one of Qing Ye's followers exclaimed, emerging from the bushes to appear in front of Ying Huanhuan. After the follower cried out, beads of cold sweat appeared on his forehead. He felt all eyes on him, especially on the man in front of him and the woman recording the event. He wanted to slap himself, but thankfully he wasn't standing upright, only halfway. So only his upper body broke through the bushes; if he had stood any higher, his penis would have been exposed since he hadn't pulled up his pants yet.
Ying Huanhuan looked at the person who had cried out, puzzled, wondering why he had made that sound.
Qing Ye glared at the man, his forehead also beaded with cold sweat. He hadn't expected things to escalate again, but thankfully he had managed to restore Ying Huanhuan's clothes in time.
The follower who had called out felt uneasy under the watchful eyes of several people, especially the man in front of him. He could sense a hint of murderous intent from him, and knew that if he couldn't give a clear explanation, he might be silenced. However, he quickly came up with a plan. He pulled a plant from his storage bag under the grass, held it high, and said, "Um, well, I just didn't expect to find such a high-quality medicinal herb here. This herb only grows a dozen or so a year, so that's why I was surprised."
Ying Huanhuan, hearing his explanation and seeing the herb in his hand, nodded in understanding.
Seeing the girl nod and the man's murderous aura subside, the man gave an awkward smile, squatted down, and walked away. However, he stopped after his figure completely disappeared, put the medicinal herbs back into his storage bag, and then breathed a sigh of relief, wiping the cold sweat from his forehead. After wiping his sweat, he turned back to his original spot. Although a slight mishap had occurred, he didn't want to leave just like that. He had only just seen the good stuff; how could he leave so easily?