Chapter 66: Strip Then! You Think I’m Some Saint on a Diet?
That line was too fierce—Zhang Yang almost choked on his water, but it also pissed him off. His luck had finally turned around; why the hell should he be scared of her now?
Worst case, even if he stripped naked and let her look, he wouldn’t feel like he lost out.
It was nearly three in the morning, but tomorrow was the weekend. Xu Danlu had no classes, Gao Qi didn’t have to work, and Zhang Yang wouldn’t go to the lab until afternoon. So the three stubborn fools tossed aside any sense of time and kept playing like maniacs.
After another nine rounds, Zhang Yang lost two, Xu Danlu three, and Gao Qi four. Counting the previous two rounds, Xu Danlu had now lost five. She decisively took off her purple vest, leaving only a red V-neck T-shirt. The two round, snow-white orbs swaying inside weren’t as big as Gao Qi’s, but in terms of shape, they were definitely prettier—perfectly round and natural.
An absolutely lethal strategic weapon for slaying shut-ins.
Once Xu Danlu stripped, her losses reset to zero. Now Zhang Yang had three losses, Gao Qi had four—so theoretically, Gao Qi was in more danger.
But that girl was completely out of control, hell-bent on stripping Zhang Yang’s pants off. She grabbed the landlord role again in a key round, only to be utterly crushed by Zhang Yang and Xu Danlu.
Gao Qi froze. She was now down to only her hot pants and a white round-neck T-shirt—take off either, and something was gonna be exposed.
She bit her lip, glared fiercely at Zhang Yang, and said, “I’ll accept the loss. Consider it your lucky day.”
She reached for her neck, and just as Zhang Yang thought she was going to take off her T-shirt, she suddenly laughed and removed her scarf. “Here, it’s off!”
Damn it! Zhang Yang was not amused. That counts as stripping? If he’d known, he’d have worn a pair of socks to get two extra freebies.
Seeing Zhang Yang’s annoyed face, Gao Qi felt a little guilty but refused to back down, whining, “If you had a scarf, I’d count it for you too. Don’t be so stingy, big man.”
“Fine, but next time you try that crap, I’ll strip you myself.”
“Deal. You won’t have to lift a finger. Big sis will strip on her own.” Gao Qi thought to herself, Now that my count’s reset, you’ve still got three losses—if I can’t get your pants off this time, I’ll stop calling myself Gao.
To show she was serious, she pointed at her own white T-shirt and swore, “If I lose five more rounds, I’ll take this off. I mean it.”
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Hearing that, Zhang Yang and Xu Danlu had no objections. Even though they were all getting sleepy, that gambler’s itch kept them going—no one wanted to quit.
They played another eight rounds. Gao Qi lost four, Xu Danlu three, Zhang Yang one.
Both Zhang Yang and Gao Qi were now on the edge. Gao Qi, seeing red, didn’t even think—she shuffled and started another round. This time Zhang Yang became the landlord. Gao Qi knew she was in trouble, playing every card carefully, but Zhang Yang’s luck was unstoppable—he crushed them both.
Five losses! Gao Qi threw down her cards, glanced at Zhang Yang and then at Xu Danlu, a blush spreading across her face. “I said I’d do it, so I will.”
With that, she reached for the hem of her T-shirt and pulled it upward, peeling it off. The moment it reached her neck, Zhang Yang instantly went hard.
Gao Qi was wearing a light pink, transparent strap bra, and as soon as her shirt came off, those plump, snowy peaks bounced free like a dam bursting—flooding forth with an overwhelming visual impact.
The bra was clearly too small. Judging by the size, her breasts had to be at least 34E, but she was wearing a 34D at best.
Seeing Zhang Yang’s wide-eyed stare, Gao Qi completely loosened up, glaring at the bulge below him and barking, “What’re you staring at? Beat me five more times, and I’ll toss this bra too.”
“Yangzi, we gotta do our best then!” Xu Danlu chimed in excitedly, clenching her pink fists as if cheering him on—probably drooling over Gao Qi’s giant breasts herself.
“Useless!” Gao Qi’s confidence returned, and her luck suddenly turned around. First, she stripped Zhang Yang’s pants off, then Xu Danlu’s red T-shirt went flying too. She could’ve followed her earlier trick and removed stockings instead, but apparently, to match Gao Qi, she boldly stripped her shirt off.
Feeling balanced again, Gao Qi got cocky, completely forgetting she’d already lost four rounds. At this point, Zhang Yang had one loss, Xu Danlu four, Gao Qi four.
Clothing-wise, Zhang Yang was down to his last pair of briefs. Xu Danlu still had her bra, panties, skirt, and stockings. Gao Qi had only her bra, hot pants, and panties left.
In this tight spot, fortune turned again—Xu Danlu lost another round. She calmly looked at Zhang Yang and peeled off her denim skirt, leaving herself in a purple bra, purple panties, and black stockings. Even crazier, the top of her panties was see-through.
Zhang Yang had seen plenty, but with Gao Qi right there, it felt different this time. Even though he tried hard to pull the blanket over his rising problem, he couldn’t escape Gao Qi’s lethal side glances.
Whether it was the alcohol or pure madness, the three of them had long lost all restraint. Soon, Gao Qi hit her fifth loss again. With a reckless grin, she copied Xu Danlu and peeled off her hot pants.
Now Zhang Yang was down to one pair of briefs, already three losses deep. Gao Qi was sure she could finally strip him bare.
But to her shock, Zhang Yang somehow pulled off nine consecutive wins. Xu Danlu’s bra went flying—she sat there, proudly flaunting a flawless pair of breasts while still playing. Gao Qi suddenly realized her next loss would force her to choose between losing her bra or her panties.
In the critical round, Zhang Yang looked at his hand, glanced at her, stretched, and said casually, “Tired. Let’s call it a night.”
“No way!” Whether out of stubbornness or the red wine hitting hard, Gao Qi grabbed his arm, growling, “If I don’t strip off your briefs tonight, I’m not Gao!”
Zhang Yang’s mind was foggy too, but her provocation lit his fire. “Fine. Let’s see how you plan to do that!”
He played his cards—and it was another double kill. Gao Qi stared at the single remaining card in her hand, dumbfounded. Just when Zhang Yang thought she might start making excuses—
She suddenly threw the cards aside, reached behind her back, and with a snap, unclasped her bra.
“Pfft!”
The unleashed peaks bounced out like a tightly coiled spring, even making a faint tearing sound like paper ripping. All Zhang Yang could see was a blur of huge white flesh with pink tips.
“Again!” Gao Qi had gone completely mad—she didn’t even try to cover herself.
“I’m done!” Zhang Yang couldn’t hold it anymore. Any man seeing this would’ve pounced right away, but he forced himself to stay still. Besides the fact that Xu Danlu was still there, Gao Qi clearly wasn’t in her right mind. Maybe it was the wine—but he was still barely sober.
Xu Danlu, shocked by Gao Qi’s move, hurriedly grabbed the blanket to cover her up.
But Gao Qi smacked her hand away and lunged at Zhang Yang. “I refuse to believe I can’t get your briefs off!”
Caught off guard, Zhang Yang had his last shred of modesty torn away.
The scene instantly descended into chaos. As Gao Qi’s nearly naked body crashed into him, Zhang Yang reflexively resisted. In the struggle, no one knew who grabbed what. Gao Qi grew even wilder, and soon the three were tangled together, rolling and wrestling, moaning and gasping for over half an hour.
Finally, everything went quiet. Zhang Yang realized he was on top of Gao Qi, while Xu Danlu was pinned between Gao Qi’s arms.
All three were completely naked—and that wasn’t even the worst part. Gao Qi suddenly felt the most sensitive part of her body pressed tightly against Zhang Yang’s lower half, followed by a stabbing, tearing pain.
“Zhang Yang, you bastard! You actually put it in!” Gao Qi screamed in shock and fury.
