Quick Wear: The Crazy Lord God is again training the sweet host

Huang Mingshi pretended to be serious when he entered the door, but as soon as he entered the changing room, he put on a lewd expression, put his hands on the waitress's raised buttocks, and squeezed them hard a few times.

Chen Kexing joked, "Why are you in such a hurry? I heard that the people who come to serve you tonight are all top-notch ones who have gone through three rounds of screening. Save your bullets, there will be fun to come later!"

The waiter obviously knew the rules and kept a smile on his face even when being harassed like that.

Huang Mingshi reluctantly withdrew his hand, and the handsome waiter then lowered his brows and handed him the clothes.

The clothes are not revealing, on the contrary, they are tightly wrapped, like a doll's costume.

The two had attended this kind of party many times and had no objection to the attire.

After all, no matter how tightly you cover it at the beginning, it is just to add more fun. The final result is still condoms flying everywhere and everyone is naked.

After changing their clothes and putting on their masks, the two followed the waiter to the dance floor.

On the road, men in strange costumes came out from various rooms, each wearing a different mask on his face, and no one could tell who was who.

Everyone was very excited about the fact that they had to cover their faces for this event.

After all, when you put on clothes, you sometimes unconsciously remember that you are still a human being, and you can't help but worry about exposing your ugly appearance. It is much more convenient to do things when you cover your face. Who cares whether you are a human or a dog under the mask.

The music in the dance floor was booming and everyone was dancing wildly.

Huang Mingshi and Chen Kexing quickly blended into the crowd and danced with everyone.

The atmosphere became more and more heated, and after a light show, shirtless male models began to enter.

Tall and handsome, they danced among the crowd, accepting the harassment from all directions, bringing the atmosphere to its first climax.

When the crowd was about to get excited, the music in the venue suddenly stopped, and then classical and melodious music started.

It was like a bucket of cold water was poured over everyone's heads, forcing them to calm down.

The laser lights overhead gradually turned off, leaving only a large spotlight in the center of the stage.

The male models quickly left the dance floor.

The men, who were already starting to get confused, felt as if they were suspended in mid-air, their faces beneath the masks flushed red.

At this time, a boy with a graceful and light figure descended from the sky in the middle of the stage. He was obviously a professional dancer. He was wearing a light gauze, which made his figure more conspicuous. He danced to the music.

The boy hid his face with a pearl curtain, his waist was so soft that it could not be bent even if it was put together, and his slender legs and white jade feet made everyone around hold their breath again and form a circle around the stage.

When the dance was over, the boy bowed and saluted everyone.

The host came on stage.

He clumsily put his arm around the boy's waist and introduced him to everyone in an ambiguous tone, saying that it was time for the lucky draw and that this boy was the third prize tonight.

The lucky winner can do whatever he wants with the boy for the rest of the night, just keep your breath.

The boy lowered his eyes, his eyebrows and eyes were gentle, shy and timid.

An old hand can tell at a glance that the person is inexperienced.

The crowd burst into cheers and whistles rang out one after another.

Amid cheers, two huge cubic metal boxes rose on both sides of the stage. They could accommodate several people and were completely black, so you couldn't see what was inside from the outside.

The host pinched the boy's waist and said excitedly: "Tonight, right among all of us, enjoy your freedom. All the tools are ready. Do you want to come?"

"miss you!"

The crowd below waved their arms, extremely excited.

"So let's start the lottery now?"

"it is good!"

Amid enthusiastic cheers, a mixed-race male model with delicate features and a sculpture-like body walked onto the stage.

He only wore a pearl curtain around his smoothly curved waist, and his private parts were faintly visible as he swayed. He held a lottery box in his hand and walked towards everyone step by step with a smile on his face.

A favorite in the gay community.

The kind that is first-rate in both civil and military affairs.

The crowd below gasped, and several of the men who were already hanging in the air had nosebleeds on the spot.

The host smiled and turned a blind eye to the undercurrents below.

He put his arm around the dancing boy's waist and walked to the lottery box.

"Come on baby, pick yourself a master."

The boy obediently reached into the box, quickly took out a note and handed it to the host. The crowd below the stage excitedly shouted their numbers, hoping to get into high school.

The host quietly unfolded the note, took a look at it, then quickly closed it, keeping the audience in suspense.

"Tell me how much it is?"

"Who is it?"

The audience was noisy and asking questions, and the host waved his hand coyly.

"I'm so jealous that I won't tell you. It'll make you anxious to death."

This caused a burst of laughter.

"Come on, what's the number?"

"If you don't tell me, be careful or we'll take your pants off. I'm so anxious that you're already looking pretty!"

"No, no, no, I can't afford to entertain you hungry wolves with green eyes!" The host said with a smile, unfolding the paper again and showing it to the crowd, "Who is number 31?"

The crowd saw the number clearly and sighed.

Huang Mingshi raised his hand excitedly, "Me."

"Please invite our lucky companion to come to the front."

Huang Mingshi squeezed to the front of the stage amid the envious gazes of the crowd.

The host squatted at the side of the stage, looked him up and down, and jokingly asked, "Are you in good shape? Don't treat our baby badly."

The microphone was passed to Huang Mingshi, who lowered his voice and said with a smile, "I am still strong and in my prime."

"Just brag!" the host said in a sour tone, as if she was still jealous of him, "But it doesn't matter if you're useless. There are a lot of things in it. You should learn to be more considerate and don't hurt our baby!"

The crowd burst into laughter again.

The host waved his hand and someone brought two glasses of wine on a tray.

The dancing boy picked up the wine, lifted the bead curtain, and swallowed the red wine mouthful by mouthful in front of everyone.

After he finished drinking, the host scolded him, "You little fool, how can you drink the wedding wine like this?"

The boy felt a little awkward holding the empty wine glass, but his awkward appearance only aroused greater animality in the people around him.

"Forget it, then you can think of a clever way to feed the wine to the master."

The boy timidly reached out his hand, trying to pick up the wine glass, but seemed to think that this was not a "clever trick".

He thought about it, raised his hand lightly and spun away, then turned on his toes, his snow-white toes holding the wine glass steadily, and with a graceful turn, he brought the wine glass to Huang Mingshi.

The host led the crowd in cheers.

Huang Mingshi kept his eyes on the boy's eyes, half-lifted his mask, and drank the wine in two gulps from the boy's feet.

After drinking it, he even wanted to lick the other person's feet, but the boy turned away shyly and barely retracted his feet.

At this moment, the black cube on the right side of the stage suddenly opened its door.

Under the bright light, the tools inside made everyone exclaim in amazement.

The host pushed the boy in with regret and expectation.

The door then fell.