My new life as ... - part 3.2 (Welcome to China) (Patreon)

Part 1: https://www.patreon.com/posts/my-new-life-as-1-55294446

Part 2: https://www.patreon.com/posts/my-new-life-as-2-55340226

Part 3.1: https://www.patreon.com/posts/my-new-life-as-3-55412812

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... başka bir yerde olmayı ne kadar isterdim! (how I wish I was somewhere else!)

This object, after I recited, for some reason suddenly began to glow and I dropped it squeaking like a hysterical girl who saw a cockroach.

Everything for a moment became first bright white, then dark, and then I could see again ... It seems the devilry continued to happen. In an inexplicable way, I was no longer in the house of this Muslim woman. I was on the street. More precisely, not in the city, but in some kind of garden. There was a lot of greenery and trees.

I immediately realized that I was somewhere in Japan or China, because there were only Asians around me. Girls dressed in kimonos next to men in business suits. They walked in pairs or sat on benches under trees. Some of these couples kissed vulgarly, and one couple almost had sex - a man rubbed the small breasts of one of the Asian women in a pink kimono and she did not mind, but on the contrary. It looked like some kind of strange brothel.

- 那么 我们 会 考虑 他们 还是 我们 会 退休？ (Nàme wǒmen huì kǎolǜ tāmen háishì wǒmen huì tuìxiū?

My research distracted a male voice from the person who was standing next to me. It’s strange that I didn’t notice him right away, because he was holding my hand. Perhaps it was from the shock that I was still experiencing. Although I was already beginning to get used to these spontaneous strange changes

- 当然 不是 ， 卫东 三 (Dāngrán bùshì, wèi dōng sān - Of course not, Weidong san)

Heck. What the hell?! I wanted to pull my hand out of his hand and send him to hell, but instead I squeezed his hand tighter on the contrary, smiled sweetly and said this nonsense! With the other hand, I straightened my voluminous hairstyle and gave a slight nod to my head.

I can control myself, but why does it seem to me that I should do exactly this ?!

We went with this gentleman somewhere in the direction of a small house. My chest was still as heavy and large. I felt that under the kimono I was completely naked and the nipples of my breasts were rubbing against the soft fabric. I walked confidently on strange shoes, similar to heels, but made of wood. But even in her I was less than this gentleman.

All the way to the house I tried to unclench my hand, but at the moments when I tried to do this I changed my mind, because I understood that it was better not to do this and squeezed his palm even tighter, each time turning his face to him and made a small nod as if apologizing with stupid cute smile.

Soon, my thoughts were no longer confused. I understood that I needed to behave very well and diligently with this gentleman and give him maximum pleasure. It was so obvious that I could not even find any arguments against it. 

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When we reached one of the many small Chinese houses we were greeted by another Asian woman in a kimono. She smiled sweetly and silently opened the door. It seemed to me that she looked at me strangely and for some reason I thought it was because I had breasts larger than hers. This strange thought did not strike me as strange, and I was sure of the correctness of this thought.

The gentleman passed the first, and after him I still followed in small steps. Why am I doing all this? Shouldn't I leave and find a way to get my life back? At least just leave ?! I already guessed that it was really some kind of Chinese brothel and when I found myself in this house, I was only convinced of this.

Inside there were Chinese decorations, vases, fans and other paraphernalia, and only a large double bed and a small table on which a candle burned and a bottle of wine stood from the furniture.

The man is closer inside and casually opened a bottle of wine. After taking a couple of sips, he hung his jacket on a hanger and began to undress. All this time I stood near the door and tried not to look at him, putting my head down. I had some time to think things over. I don't know why I ended up here, but I know exactly what I need to do. Why doesn't this all seem strange to me? Why me, a rich English man, now stood here in the body of some Asian busty girl and did nothing. I know what I'm going to do now and for some reason I only think about it.

- 好吧 ， 已经 够 可爱 害羞 了！ 来吧 ， 给 我 看看 你 的 微笑 ， 这 就是 我 来 的 原因! (Hǎo ba, yǐjīng gòu kě'ài hàixiūle! Lái ba, gěi wǒ kàn kàn nǐ de wéixiào, zhè jiùshì wǒ lái de yuányīn!

He said it in a commanding voice and I even shuddered a little in surprise. I understood that he spoke Chinese and his speech was strange. But I understood what he was saying!

Looking up quickly and smiling broadly and saying

- 是 的！ 韦登 大师! (Shì de! Wéi dēng dàshī! - Yes! Master Veidon!)

It seemed to me that my face would burst from a smile. Quickly and skillfully, I untied the belt on my kimono and showed him my huge boobs, feeling the coolness of the room on my skin. 

...

Did the master really not like how I served him? Why is he so unhappy? It seems to me that I did everything right and he should be happy. He dresses so quickly ... Could it be because I didn't s**k hard enough or j*rked my c**k too hard? It seems not ... I did everything perfectly ...

I sat and wondered. Slowly fing*ring my long disheveled hair and still feeling this strange taste in my mouth, I watched as he put on his jacket and was about to leave. How can I not want to do this work ... But here they pay more money than in some factory, and besides, I can’t do anything else. If I go looking for another job, I won't be able to earn enough to raise my own baby ...

I hope he still doesn't complain about ... (the door to the house closed) ... me. What?! What the hell happened now? Why did I think that I needed this job and some other stupid baby ?! What the hell was I thinking like this girl ?!

Fuck! Ugh! This taste! Why did I do this ?! Fuck, fuck, fuck! This is some kind of nightmare!

I got out of bed. My breasts jumped and now it did not seem normal to me! This was not the fucking norm at all! I'm a man! I should not and do not want to have sex with other men!

What the hell am I ... oooh damn .... my ass! How it hurts! It would be better if I stayed where I was. Think! Think! There must be some explanation for this.

(the door opened and another Asian woman entered the room)

- 燕 林 ， 卫东 大师 为什么 不高兴 地 离开? (Yàn lín, wèi dōng dàshī wèishéme bù gāoxìng de líkāi? - Yanlin, why did Master Weidong leave not happy?)

I had this feeling of fear again and instead of yelling at this woman I made a sad face and said

- 我 不 认识 苏丽 夫人！ 我 一切 都 做 对 了！ (Wǒ bù rènshí sū lì fūrén! Wǒ yīqiè dōu zuò duìle! - I don't know, Mistress Suli! I did everything right!)

We talked a little more and I told in detail everything that was in this room. It didn't seem strange or humiliating to me at the time. Then I was only afraid of losing this job. Ms. Xuli listened to me and left, telling me to dress and work better next time.

As soon as she came out, I again became myself and was perplexed by the change in my behavior. What the hell is going on with me? Why can't I control myself around someone and act like some Asian slut?