A commission featuring a one sided beat down largely based but not related to a certain famous video game character
The Legend of Chun-YiUnder the scorching red sun of Canton, a confident martial artist made her way through the streets. Zhang, known as the Kung Fu Queen of Canton, wore a tight-fitting crimson cheongsam that accentuated her curves. Her stride caused her cleavage window to bounce, offering a teasing glimpse of her white thong and thick thighs. People couldn't help but stare as she exuded an air of determination.
Zhang's delicate features were adorned with silky black hair that framed her face, with hairbangs covering her forehead. Her dark eyes burned with intensity, adding to her allure of a cold yet fiery beauty.
Aware of the renowned Chun-Yi's visit, Zhang eagerly anticipated their meeting. As she walked the streets, her heels clacked against the cobbled pavement, drawing curious gazes from every corner. The mysterious Kung Fu Queen had everyone's attention.
With each step, Zhang's confidence grew, evident by the smirk on her face. She knew she was a formidable fighter, famous for her "100 victories" and mastery of the Five Forms. No one could stand in her way when it came to her kung fu.
Zhang made her way towards the Golden Bloom Lotus restaurant, where she knew Chun-Yi awaited. Upon entering, she scanned the room, searching for any sign of her rival.
There she sat, Zhang thought to herself, spotting Chun-Yi in a chair. Chun-Yi wore a light blue cheongsam that hugged her figure, showcasing stockings that covered her thick thighs. Twin hair buns adorned her head, giving her a less intimidating appearance. However, the cool and confident look in her eyes suggested she had already seen it all.
Unimpressed by Chun-Yi's presence, Zhang approached with the air of a queen, and the people around her set aside. She stood in front of Chun-Yi's chair, but the other woman continued to ignore her, preferring silence to any kind of confrontation.
The tension in the room was palpable as the two kung fu fighters engaged in a silent standoff. The only sound was the gentle tinkling of teacups and the occasional clink of chopsticks.
Zhang's patience began to wane, and she broke the silence with a sharp tone. "So, Chun-Yi, you think you're the best in China? I challenge you to prove it in a fight."
Chun-Yi merely looked up at Zhang with a bemused expression. "Ah, the Kung Fu Queen of Canton. What an amusing title," she drawled. "I’m afraid I don’t believe in titles. They're nothing more than empty words meant to stroke one's ego."
Zhang bristled at Chun-Yi's words, feeling insulted by the subtle jab. "Empty words? I’ve earned my title through my skill in kung fu. What have you done to earn your reputation?"
Chun-Yi took a sip of tea before responding, her tone still calm and measured. "I don’t rely on titles to define who I am. My skills speak for themselves." She looked Zhang up and down. "As for you, Kung Fu Queen of Canton...I must say, I find your title rather amusing. It seems more appropriate for a whorehouse than a kung fu fighter."
Zhang's eyes narrowed, and her fists clenched in anger. "How dare you?!" she seethed. "I am a master of the Five Forms, not some lowly prostitute!"
Chun-Yi tilted her head to the side, a small smirk playing at the corners of her lips. "Is that so? I see your fiery temper matches your reputation," she quipped.
Zhang scoffed at Chun-Yi's comment. "Don't try to distract everyone from the fact that you're too afraid to challenge me. Are you even a real kung fu fighter, or are you just all talk?" she said.
Chun-Yi just laughed lightly, taking another sip of her tea. "You really don't know anything about me, do you? I don't need to prove myself in this restaurant, or in the streets for that matter. My reputation speaks for itself," she replied.
Zhang sneered at Chun-Yi's arrogance. "Your reputation means nothing if you're not willing to fight for it. You're just a pretend princess with your silly hair buns," she said.
Chun-Yi set her tea cup down as Zhang mocked her hair buns. "You know, your lack of manners is only exceeded by your lack of intelligence," she calmly replied. "Perhaps I should consider sparing you the embarrassment of a public fight."
But Zhang was not one to be easily deterred. "Don't try to act superior just because you're afraid to fight me," she retorted. "Or are you afraid of losing to a mere Kung Fu Queen of Canton?"
With that, Zhang pressed her elbows outwards and pushed her palms forward, her knees bending as her bosom jiggled.
Chun-Yi simply raised an eyebrow, unfazed by Zhang's taunt. "Afraid? Please, I am far from afraid," she replied. "But I have better things to do with my time than indulge the childish whims of a loud-mouthed cow like you."
Infuriated by Chun-Yi's insult, Zhang placed her hands on her hips and stared her opponent up and down as she lashed out and took a cheap shot. "Ha! You call yourself a fighter, with those thunder thighs of yours?" she sneered. "I bet you can't even kick above your waist!"
"Careful now," Chun-Yi's calm exterior broke for a moment as Zhang insulted her thick thighs, her voice lashing out with a sharp edge. "You dare to insult my thighs? Look at yourself, Cow of Canton, with your oversized bosom and lack of grace," she said.
Zhang bristled at Chun-Yi's counterattack, feeling insulted and embarrassed. "How dare you!" she snapped. "At least I have curves in the right places, unlike you!"
Chun-Yi just smiled coolly, remaining unfazed by Zhang's words. "My curves may not be as exaggerated as yours, but they serve me well in battle," she replied. "And my thighs are thicker than yours because they are trained for strength, not just for show."
Zhang bristled at the insult, but Chun-Yi wasn't finished yet. With a graceful fluidity, she stood up, revealing to Zhang how thick her thighs actually were, far larger than Zhang's own.
"If you want a fight," the stoic Chinese fighter said, looking straight into Zhang's eyes, "Don't insult things that are out of your league. I would hate to be responsible for breaking your fragile ego."
They paused.
As Chun-Yi turned away, Zhang's scowl intensified as she took a step forwards, her arm extended and ready to strike.
"Dragon Claw Strike!" Zhang cried out fiercely as she launched a dragon claw strike at Chun-Yi's face.
But Chun-Yi was too fast. She moved agilely to the side, and before Zhang could react, her thick leg shot up between Zhang's lesser thighs with a powerful kick not once, but three times in quick succession. The impact reverberated through the room like a thunderous boom, and the force of each kick caused Zhang's dress to flap up in the back, revealing the back of her white thong twice before it tore apart from the impact of the third kick.
The crowd gasped as they heard the tearing fabric of Zhang’s thong, and a collective murmur ran through the room as they saw strands of white cotton fly high before floating back down on the balcony above.
Zhang fell over in agony, clutching at her groin with one hand and trying to keep her dress from flying up any further with the other. Her chin landed at Chun-Yi's feet, humiliation written on her features.
Chun-Yi looked down at the writhing form of her opponent, shaking her head. "You should learn not to reveal your attack so loudly," she commented dryly before calmly settling back into her chair as if nothing had happened.
The duel had ended before it even began.
The silence in the room was broken only by Zhang's groans of pain and the soft rustling of fabric as she tried to regain her composure. The once-confident Kung Fu Queen of Canton was now a defeated mess, humiliated on all fours in front of all those who had gathered to witness her challenge.
As the reality of what had just transpired sank in, Zhang slowly lifted her head off the floor, looking around at the faces of those who had witnessed her defeat. Her cheeks flushed with embarrassment and anger, she tearfully glared at Chun-Yi.
Zhang's butt remained pointed up in the air as she angrily stared up at Chun-Yi, who showed no care on her face. Her eyes were narrowed, and her cheeks were reddened with anger and embarrassment. She could feel the eyes of the other spectators upon her, their shock palpable.
With sudden speed, Zhang rose to her feet, a flurry of kicks and strikes directed at Chun-Yi from all directions - snake fist with its rapid finger tips striking with fury, monkey paw which sought to slap and slam, panther strike determined to claw through at its victim’s flesh.
But Chun-Yi was unfazed, casually deflecting each attack with a single chopstick, deflecting each kick or strike before they even fully formed - her movements fluid and precise.
Zhang screamed and growled with frustration as her hits were deflected, her desperation growing with each passing moment. But Chun-Yi seemed to be toying with her, effortlessly evading each blow with her chopstick before finally using the other one to toss and stab a steamed mantou bun from a nearby basket. With a swift movement, she shoved it in mid-air directly into Zhang's open, roaring mouth.
“Having trouble speaking?” Chun-Yi asked casually.
The crowd gasped in shock as Zhang choked on the bun, her face turning red with anger and embarrassment. For a moment, she struggled against the food object lodged in her mouth but ultimately succumbed. All that could be heard was the muffled sound of Zhang's frustration as she bit down on the hot steamed bun stuck in her mouth, attempting to scream and speak.
Chun-Yi looked down at her gagged foe and raised an eyebrow, shaking her head in mock disappointment. "I'm surprised the Whore of Canton isn't used to having larger objects shoved down her throat," she remarked coldly, as she directed Zhang's face around with the chopstick.
The spectators, who were taken aback by the attack initially, slowly started to laugh in amusement at the situation presented before them.
Zhang's struggling face contorted with rage as Chun-Yi looked on with an expression of bland indifference. There was no mercy in her gaze, only an unspoken challenge.
The crowd murmured with shock as they witnessed the once-great Kung Fu Queen of Canton reduced to a plaything for Chun-Yi. They had come to see a rivalry between two skilled warriors, but instead, they were treated to a one-sided beatdown and a humiliating defeat.
Chun-Yi removed the chopstick from the steamed bun, leaving it inside Zhang's mouth as an effective gag. Zhang struggled to speak or scream, but with her limited range of motion, she found herself helplessly silenced. With a wicked grin, Chun-Yi looked her up and down, taking in every inch of her body.
Then, with a deft flick of her chopsticks, Chun-Yi poked at Zhang's cleave window, separating the two chopsticks between up and down. The force of Chun-Yi's motion tore apart the top of Zhang's cheongsam, causing the fabric to rip loudly as if it were paper. Zhang's large breasts spilled out free in the open air, bouncing and jiggling around as she squirmed in agony, drawing gasps from the crowd.
To the astonishment of everyone in the room, a pair of dragon-shaped nunchucks spilled out from inside of Zhang's dress, clattering to the floor beside her.
Chun-Yi did not appear surprised by the situation. Her lips curled with amusement, twirling her chopsticks in her fingers as if they were a dangerous weapon.
"You should learn to keep your secrets closer to your chest," she taunted, her voice dripping with amusement at Zhang's evident humiliation.
As Zhang struggled to regain her composure, she felt the weight of the situation pressing down on her. Her cheeks flushed with embarrassment and frustration, and the mocking laughter of the crowd rang in her ears. People whispered and giggled, staring at her exposed chest.
"No wonder she can't fight. She has a pair of mountains on her chest!"
"Forget the bet on who wins tonight. How about 5000 Yuan to feel those for a night?"
"Hmph, that's all she's good for! No way is she a match for Chun-Yi!"In embarrassment, Zhang attempted to cover her breasts, her mouth still biting down on the steaming bun.
Turning her back to Zhang, Chun-Yi simply squatted downwards into a makeshift sitting stance with her thunderous thighs, using her chopsticks to sip noodles from her bowl.
Seizing this opportunity, Zhang immediately struck. Covering herself by holding onto her bosom with each hand separately clasping on one boob each, she used this moment to strike out with a series of deadly kicks. However, Chun-Yi effortlessly dodged them by bending sideways or spinning and pivoting.
As Chun-Yi bent backwards in response to one particularly acrobatic kick that swung high at her head. Her world turned upside down, she casually watched herself unleash a counter kick right back at Zhang's face while dunking the bowl of noodles on her head as she flipped over, causing them to spill all over Zhang's hair and body.
The Kung Fu Queen of Canton stumbled and stuttered backwards, bumping her thongless bottom against the table as her arms swung open to the side and her breasts flopped back out into the open for all eyes to see. Zhang attempted to grunt through the soggy bun which still gagged her, not even attempting to remove it for fear of leaving herself open to retaliation.
Chun-Yi smirked at the sight while Zhang pushed herself off the table and lashed out with a series of wild swings, hardly resembling kung fu, at this point.
But Chun-Yi danced playfully from side to side as she dodged, merely gazing upon Zhang's exposed chest, her eyes glinting with amusement at the swinging boobs. She twirled her chopsticks in her hands before suddenly lunging at Zhang's breasts, grabbing onto them with both hands and moving them in different directions, causing the humiliated and still gagged Zhang to swing wildly in desperation. However, no matter how much she tried, even at such close range and with Chun-Yi’s hands latched onto her breasts, she could not seem to hit Chun-Yi as she expertly dodged Zhang’s strikes.
The crowd gasped in shock at the sight before them, unable to turn their fascinated gaze away from the spectacle of Chun-Yi's antics. They remained spellbound, watching as Chun-Yi continued to toy with Zhang, her fingers and chopsticks expertly pinching Zhang's nipples and twisting them between her fingers and the bamboo chopsticks.
The air around them seemed to crackle with tension as Chun-Yi continued her assault, mocking Zhang the entire time.
"Is this all you have to offer?" she taunted, laughing as Zhang squirmed in agony. "I thought you were the Kung Fu Queen of Canton?"
Zhang gritted her teeth in frustration and rage, but her efforts to break free were in vain as Chun-Yi continued her onslaught, using Zhang's exposed chest as a plaything for her own amusement.
Chun-Yi was ruthless in the way she teased and taunted Zhang. In between twists of Zhang's nipples, she continued her belittling commentary.
"I mean, I've heard the Whore of Canton is experienced in all sorts of techniques," Chun-Yi remarked dryly, "but I didn't realize breast play was her forte."
As Chun-Yi continued her dominating control over Zhang, the room filled with the sounds of Zhang's muffled cries and gasps. The humiliation seemed total as Zhang was exposed to the world, her breasts jiggling and bouncing as Chun-Yi continued to toy with them mercilessly.
Zhang's face reddened with anger and embarrassment as she struggled against Chun-Yi's grasp, but it was futile. Chun-Yi held her in a vice-like grip, taunting her with each new twist and tug at her swollen, raw nipples.
Despite her discomfort, Zhang remained defiant. She tried to respond, tried to lash out at Chun-Yi with whatever limited movement she had left, but all that came out was a pathetic whimper as she gagged on the steamed bun still lodged in her throat.
Chun-Yi could only respond by laughing at the pitiful sight, her iron grip on Zhang's nipples growing tighter with each new twist. Her movements were fluid and precise, almost like a dance as she expertly dodged each strike thrown by Zhang.
Finally, with a final twist of her fingers and chopsticks, Chun-Yi released her grip on Zhang's breasts, leaving them red and raw.
Chun-Yi tossed her chopsticks to the side and dropped to the ground, revealing her thick and powerful thighs as she dropped smoothly into the splits with ease. Her almost-superhuman flexibility and fully revealed thighs were apparent to all in the room. Zhang, still reeling from the earlier assault on her breasts, could only cling desperately to her poor bosom, her eyes wide with fear and shock as she anticipated the next move from the superior kung fu master in front of her.
With a nonchalant flick of the wrist, Chun-Yi snatched Zhang's dragon-shaped nunchucks and shoved them up her groin. Zhang's eyes widened with horror as she let out a muffled scream into her gag.
"Snake finds the glory hole!" Chun-Yi muttered, taunting Zhang mercilessly as she moved the nunchucks around, eliciting gasps and whimpers from her victim.
But Chun-Yi didn’t stop there. Swiftly, she took the other half of the nunchucks and plunged it up into Zhang's rear end, sending jolts of pain and pleasure through her body.
"Dragon enters the sacred temple!" Chun-Yi declared gleefully as she shoved the metal weapon fully inside Zhang.
Zhang's eyes bulged with shock and disbelief as she detected the foreign objects lodged inside of her, causing her intense discomfort and embarrassment. She tried to vocalize her discomfort and beg for mercy, but the steamed bun stuck in her mouth muffled her attempts at communication. Her mind reeled, unable to comprehend both the pleasure and pain she was experiencing as she writhed her hips in agony, tears streaming down her face.
The crowd watched on in stunned silence as Chun-Yi continued her assault, using Zhang's own weapons against her in such an unexpected fashion. Indeed, the two halves of the nunchucks looked almost like they were made to be used in this particular situation.
Desperation finally sunk in as Zhang tried to free Chun-Yi's grasp upon her by shoving her away with her hands, pushing and shoving.
However, Chun-Yi’s thunderous thighs maintained their impressive splits position and she swiftly intercepted Zhang's desperate attempts to free herself. With a flick of her hands, Chun-Yi effortlessly immobilized Zhang's flailing arms to the side, preventing her from escaping the degrading situation.
A mischievous glint danced in Chun-Yi's eyes as she focused her attention on further subduing her helpless opponent. Her fingers became like arrows, striking with precision at the pressure points around Zhang's hips, thighs, midriff, and beneath her armpit. Each strike is calculated and deliberate, causing waves of pain to surge through Zhang's body.
As Chun-Yi expertly targeted these vital points, Zhang's muscles tensed and trembled under the relentless assault. She gasped in agony, her body quivering and convulsing involuntarily. Shortly after, a strange and unexpected sensation began to awaken within her. The pain that once dominated now intertwined with an undeniable, primal pleasure.
Zhang's eyes widened in disbelief as her body reacted against her own will. Her legs trembled and shook, while her hips involuntarily gyrated with an uncoordinated rhythm. The convulsions intensified, causing Zhang's body to twitch and spasm, trapped in a nightmarish paradox of torment and ecstasy.
Meanwhile, Chun-Yi's thighs and bottom seemed to come alive with energy, as if mirroring the uncontrollable sensations inflicted upon Zhang. They quaked and rippled with raw power, a testament to the incredible strength and control she possessed. The sight of her powerful muscles in action added another layer of intensity to the scene, accentuating the dominance she exerted over Zhang.
Despite her humiliation and desperation to escape, Zhang found herself unable to resist the mounting waves of pleasure building within her. A trembling moan escaped her gagged mouth as her inner muscles involuntarily clenched and released, pushing her towards an unwanted climax.
Her mind swirled with confusion and humiliation as her body betrayed her, responding to Chun-Yi's touch in the most intimate way. Tears streamed down Zhang's face as she endured the unwanted orgasm that rocked her body, reducing her to a quaking, trembling mess.
The room fell silent, the crowd transfixed by the spectacle before them. Zhang stood in place, arms dangling uselessly at her sides, as her hips continued to quiver and shake with aftershocks. The room was filled with a mixture of gasps and uncomfortable whispers as the onlookers bore witness to Zhang's humiliating and involuntary display of pleasure.
Chun-Yi looked on with a mix of satisfaction and amusement, finally releasing her grip.
As Zhang's body convulsed and trembled from her involuntary climax, Chun-Yi took a moment to catch her breath, her thighs and bottom still visibly pulsating with the residual energy of her masterful display of control. The crowd remained silent, still processing the shocking turn of events that unfolded before them.
With a confident smirk on her face and a graceful twirl, Chun-Yi simply rolled backward, her legs still akimbo and revealing her blue panties as she transitioned into a handstand with both hands. She began to rotate her entire body, becoming a whirlwind of thighs, flashing her panties to the crowd as she cycled through a series of kicks and spins that twirled Zhang to the side like a ragdoll.
Zhang, meanwhile, was left reeling from the onslaught. Between the pain of having foreign objects inside of her body and the humiliation of being defeated so soundly, she could feel her willpower slipping away.
As the whirlwind of legs winded down, Chun-Yi's foot stomped down on the dress flap of Zhang’s cheongsam, pressing it down with her heel. Zhang's eyes widened in horror as she suddenly lost support from beneath her.
With a loud rip, Zhang found herself spilling out of her dress, further exposing her body to the prying eyes of the onlookers as she landed with a thud on the nearby railing, her large breasts dangling over the edge. She groaned through her gag, unable to shield herself from the humiliation of being exposed in such a vulnerable position.
The onlookers were left speechless, their eyes wide with shock and fascination at the spectacle unfolding before them. Some covered their mouths in disbelief, while others whispered to each other in hushed tones. The humiliation and vulnerability of Zhang's position intensified as she dangled like a drunkard over the railing, her swinging mammaries on display for all to see.
As the seconds ticked by, Zhang struggled to regain her composure and pull herself back onto the balcony. Her body still trembled from the intense sensations she had experienced moments ago, making her attempts at recovery even more challenging.
Chun-Yi watched with a mix of amusement and satisfaction, relishing in the humiliation she had inflicted upon her defeated foe. Her eyes gleamed with superiority as she took a step closer, her presence looming over Zhang like a dominant force.
As Zhang hung helplessly over the railing, her body still tingling with the aftershocks of pleasure and humiliation, Chun-Yi paused for a moment to reflect on her victory. A devilish smile danced across her lips as an idea formed in her mind.
Without missing a beat, Chun-Yi pulled out a small bottle of black ink from her table. With swift and deliberate movements, she uncapped it and poured a brush into its contents and began to write symbols on both of her palms. The cool liquid spread across her skin, forming dark patterns that contrasted against her smooth porcelain complexion.
With her palms adorned in intricate ink designs, Chun-Yi approached Zhang, who was barely able to move as her body gradually regained strength. The sight of Zhang's vulnerability only fueled Chun-Yi's sadistic pleasure, and she relished every second of it.
Then, with a powerful and mighty slap, she slapped each of Zhang's buttocks, imprinting the ink on her hands on Zhang's bottom.
With a resounding smack and a quivering bottom in response, Chun-Yi's inked palms made contact with Zhang's exposed buttocks, leaving behind a clear imprint of the Chinese characters
"??" (jiàn huò). The symbols stood out starkly against Zhang's pale skin, reading clear and distinct as a double entendre meaning both
“cheap whore” and
“worthless goods” in one meaning and serving as a permanent reminder of her defeat.
And with that, Chun-Yi stood tall, her hands still covered in ink as she looked down at Zhang with a wicked gleam in her eyes. She held her gaze for a moment, relishing in the vulnerability and defeat that radiated from Zhang's trembling body.
"Never, and I mean never, compare yourself or your pathetic thighs to me again," Chun-Yi's voice dripped with disdain as she lowered her head next to Zhang’s and delivered her command. The crowd watched in silence, captivated by the power dynamic unfolding before them.
Zhang struggled to respond, her voice still muffled by the makeshift gag that bound her mouth. Her eyes blazed with a mix of rage, shame, fear, and humiliation as she tried to gather herself. But before she could utter even a muffled protest, Chun-Yi turned around swiftly, causing the flaps on her elegant dress to part seductively.
As her words hung fresh in the air, Chun-Yi abruptly turned around, her dress flaps parting to reveal her smooth, toned thighs and powerful bottom adorned in blue panties. The sight amplified the gasps and murmurs from the onlookers, now fully aware of the depth of Chun-Yi's power and dominance.
With an audacious grin, Chun-Yi, fueled by her own audacity and prowess, jumped up backwards with surprising agility. Her body twisted mid-air, she acrobatically glided as she threw herself towards Zhang's fragile form. Her aim was perfect as, in one swift motion, she slammed her own bottom against Zhang's, propelling her over the railing with a forceful impact.
Zhang flipped over in mid-air, her body suspended for a brief moment as her eyes widened in terror. The crowd gasped collectively as she hurtled downwards, only to land with an explosive crash onto a nearby table.
The table shattered upon impact, sending shards of wood flying in all directions. Zhang lay motionless amid the wreckage, her body now further bruised and battered from the fall, her once defiant spirit shattered.
Chun-Yi stood tall and victorious over the edge of the balcony, a frown gracing her features as she looked down on Zhang’s defeated form with a mixture of triumph and disdain. She brushed off any remnants of doubt, knowing that she had proven her superiority once more against another fool who dared challenge her.
The crowd stood in stunned silence, unable to tear their eyes away from the dramatic scene that had just unfolded before them. The air was heavy with awe and a mix of fear and respect for Chun-Yi's prowess.
"Now go back to your whorehouse and think twice before challenging another stranger again," Chun-Yi cooly warned her defeated opponent, as she delivered a final blow to Zhang’s shattered pride before turning away and walking out of the room to a rapturous applause.
Zhang found herself consumed by a searing blaze of agony and embarrassment.
Tears streamed down Zhang's face as she frantically attempted to cover her exposed bosom and ink-stained buttocks. She rushed out of the restaurant and into the bustling streets of Canton, her every step radiating fear and humiliation. Desperately searching for a way out, her eyes darted for an escape route away from the crowd.
As Zhang scurried through the throng of people, onlookers caught glimpses of her disheveled appearance. Some gasped in shock, unable to bear the embarrassment they felt on her behalf, and quickly averted their eyes. Others, driven by a voyeuristic perversion, paused to take in the spectacle with smirks and lewd comments.
News of Zhang's public humiliation spread rapidly, capturing the attention of her devoted followers who had eagerly awaited her triumphant emergence from the restaurant. Their anticipation turned to confusion and disappointment as they witnessed Zhang's downfall. The cheers of support quickly transformed into jeers of scorn. It became clear to them that Zhang's claims of superiority were nothing more than empty boasts, shattered by that other woman’s undeniable dominance and skill.
The disappointed followers exchanged glances, their faces etched with disbelief. Some shook their heads in disappointment, while others muttered in discontent. The revelation of Zhang's true nature as a fraud tarnished their perception of her. The once-devoted believers now felt deceived and betrayed, as if their own reputations had been on the line for having even dared cheer for a failure.
Zhang, weeping uncontrollably, clung to her ginormous bosom for dear life, desperately trying to shield herself from the judgmental gazes of the crowd. She even endured the humiliation of receiving smacks on her buttocks from jeering onlookers. However, she was too overwhelmed by shame to respond, stumbling forward in horror.
With each passing moment, the cacophony of jeers and disappointment grew louder, fueling Zhang's desperation to disappear into anonymity. But no matter how fast she ran or how deeply she hid, she could not escape the naked truth that she was no longer seen as a worthy contender among the best in China.
The title belonged to Chun-Yi.
