"Hmmmm. The Wu-Qen sounds like they could use some help, where are they?" Gwyn asks, noting that working for a wealthy dynasty could improve her financial circumstances.
“So lass, yer wantin ta be with the Wu-Qen? Can’t say I’m not dissapointed, but it’s gonna be fun seein’ ya hang by yer knickers all over the place. Go on, head to the center o’ town, yee gonna see a large palace, The more panties yer see danglin from poles, the closer yer gettin’. “ Alith explains to Gwyn.
Alith plants her boot on Gwyn’s stinging red butt and shoves her toward the gates. The way Gwyn stumbles, she trips out of her leather pants, and are forgotten as she wanders into the city, prying at her tight, smelly atomic wedgie as she waddles to certain freedom.
She manages to pry the waistband from over her eyes, only to be firmly glued to her forehead, which gives her the ability to look around once again, but at the same time, expose her madly blushing face to Barnacle-Port.
As she wanders through the cobblestone roads, she notices a change in those around her. At first, the citizens near the gates were rather dirty, and were hardly distinguishable from the Pirates Gwyn had just encountered. The laughter she has constantly been experience when she walked in turned from a hearty collection of joyful laughs to more quiet, dignified, almost jealous giggles. It seems she’s now beginning to see less peasants and more of the rumored city dwellers.
Gwyn found that the population of the Wu-Qen were quite stunningly beautiful, oriental women. Even the average city going commoners were clothed head to toe in beautiful, tight dresses made of a seemingly shimmering jade colored silk, their faces elegently painted with fine, white makeup. The upperclass even more so, with fine emerald and silver colored dresses and elegant hairstyles clipped with beautiful ornaments. At first, Gwyn simply thought that Alith was lying to her about these women being lustful harlots.
But then another look proved her wrong. While the silk dresses were certainly radiant and beautiful, if you looked harder, there were absolutely see through!
The white makeup was predominantly used to hide their true, heavy blush as each woman knew that her dress could be seen clean through. So many have gone without bras, leaving their busts bare for the city to see. While the exterior of their outfits were silver and white, beautiful it may be they were quite colorless. Their panties that shine through the material are often a vibrant collection of colors, patterns, and frills however.
The guards have a much more relaxed uniform. While at their torso they wear a simple if skimpy tunic, it seems each skirt was modified to be a very rudimentary loincloth almost, with a silver strip barely covering the front, and another strip reaching about half way down their rumps to show off their lovely behinds!
They have some bare minimum forms of armor, such as almost skin tight lemallar armor featuring a small boob window just noticeable enough to show off their perky breasts but protect them too!
Just like the civilians, the guards wear a large assortment of childishly humiliating panties, which is all they have to wear, their beautiful, smooth legs clad only in white see through silky leggings. Not only that, but the guards don’t wear the same heavy make-up that the civilians do, and their beautiful faces are constantly a shade of red underneath their helmets.
As Gwyn continued to walk, more and more colorful strips of cloth gently hung from various hooks, poles, and signs. These strips of cloth were in fact the remains of panties, many of which seemed to be recent. The most coming from a tree just covered with the remains, with a sign nearby called “Shù de Yánsè”, although Gywn has no idea what it really means.
In the town square, it seemed like a mad house. Guards hung by their panties left and right, each whimpering and moaning as their undies drove deep up their asses. Their naked cheeks on display and being tanned constantly by hands from giggling city peasants. Ferverently jealous citizens stripped and humiliated guards who strayed too close to the central market, which only drew more guards in, excited for their turn, leaving positions deserted and Gywn could make out gang colors closing in around the abandoned checkpoints and corridors.
With all the commotion in front of the palace, Gwyn now had a choice.
1: Use the distraction, and slip right into the palace and meet with Jin Yuhan directly.
2: Join the fun! There are way too many asses that are wedgie free right now!
3: Before Gwyn could decide, the Fire Serpents decide to raid the market, turning the wedgie riot into a full blown turf war.
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