The Bad Girl's Quick Transmigration System: Traveling Back and Forth

I will perform the geisha art of Japanese women that I learned from Xiao Yanyan in the geisha house in the Japanese capital, looking for opportunities to spy on the distribution of enemy troops, and Lin Ya and Liu Xuan will support me.

I was dressed in a sexy and gorgeous kimono, the thin fabric seeming to vaguely outline my graceful figure. Every time I turned, the kimono skirt fluttered gently like petals in the wind, revealing my long, white legs.

My carefully made-up face exudes a captivating charm. The blush at the corner of my eye is like a blooming peach blossom, so beautiful that it's tempting to seduce. My lips are painted with bright lipstick, and the corners of my mouth are slightly raised, revealing a teasing smile.

My dance moves are light and graceful, like a fluttering butterfly. Every movement is filled with charm and emotion. I gently twist my waist and swing my arms. The folding fan in my hand blooms like a flower, sometimes shyly hiding my face, sometimes boldly unfolding.

During my performance, I skillfully used my eyes to connect with the audience. I gazed at them with a seductive gaze, winking and biting my lip, as if sending them some mysterious signal. Every movement was full of provocation, making the audience's heartbeats quicken and their breathing quicken.

I slowly squatted down, my kimono sliding down my curves a little, the neckline slightly open, revealing my delicate collarbone, the most alluring of all. My eyes were half-closed, my long eyelashes fluttering like a fan, and my gaze was like a hook, catching the audience's eyes.

Then I stood up and shuffled to the front of the stage. One hand rested on the edge, my fingers tapping rhythmically against the surface. With the other, I fanned my cheek. I tilted my head, parted my lips, and exhaled a warm breath that blew gently at my hair. I hummed a Japanese folk song, my voice soft and melodious, yet captivating.

Then I spun, my kimono's obi fluttering like a nimble snake. When I stopped, I turned my back to the audience and slowly looked back, my eyes filled with uninhibited lust and endless temptation. My tongue licked the corner of my lips, like a cunning fox spotting its prey.

I spun lightly, the collar of my kimono slightly open, revealing my collarbone and fair skin. I gently stroked my neck with my fingers, then slowly slid down to my shoulders. The delicate touch seemed to speak of endless temptation.

I whipped off my kimono, revealing a white, strapless bra, a captivating belly, and a pair of short briefs. The navel piercing, like a rare gem, shimmered with a dazzling brilliance. Its exquisite and unique shape, as if tailor-made for my navel, artfully embedded in my skin, blending seamlessly with my form. Its mirror-like surface reflected the surrounding light, making the entire navel area even more striking. Whenever I gently stroked my navel, I could feel the slight coolness of the piercing, a delightful sensation like silk brushing against my skin.

I gently lifted my finger, scooped up a touch of vibrant yellow smoky eyeshadow, and carefully applied it to my eyelids. Instantly, the subtle yellow shimmered like stars in the night sky, emitting a faint yet captivating glow. With my gentle movements, the eyeshadow slowly blended across my lids, like a delicate painting unfolding.

The mysterious color is like an erratic phantom in the night fog, sometimes clearly visible, sometimes looming, covering my eyes with a veil as thin as smoke. Through this veil, I can see a deep beauty that is difficult to describe in words.

My lips, painted with a vibrant golden lipstick, are as vibrant as a ripe golden apple, tantalizingly beautiful and mouth-watering. My slightly parted lips seem to whisper endless words of seduction, captivating my heart and making me want to lean in and kiss those alluring red lips.

The golden lip gloss, like a bait meticulously laid by the devil, constantly exudes an irresistible aura of decadence and debauchery. Its color is so vibrant and dazzling, it almost seems to ooze juice, like a ripe forbidden fruit dangling precariously from a branch. This forbidden fruit is full of temptation, making one want to reach out and pluck it, yet it also lurks a deadly danger, leaving one to tossing and turning between desire and fear.

My golden hair cascaded down from my head like a waterfall, gently falling over my shoulders. It danced as if alive, occasionally brushing against my snow-white, smooth, and exposed skin, like a gentle breeze kissing the surface of a lake, stirring up ripples and bringing waves of intoxicating tingling sensations.

Each strand of hair shines with brilliant golden light, like strands of thin and precious gold threads, intertwined and entangled with each other, weaving into a gorgeous and dazzling picture, forming an eye-catching and beautiful landscape.

As I gently twisted my slender waist, which could barely be grasped, the pale purple tube dress perfectly encased my exquisitely curvaceous figure, making my already graceful curves appear even more elusive, almost elusive. This posture, like a dream or poem, exuded an indescribable yet irresistible charm.

Every subtle movement I make, whether it's raising a hand to brush my hair or turning to glance back, is filled with endless sexiness and allure. Every gesture is like proudly displaying my unique beauty and unparalleled confidence to the world.

Look into my eyes again. They radiate a hazy, misty light, like the twinkling stars in the deep night sky, mysterious and alluring. That gaze, like an invisible hand, gently tugs at the heartstrings, warmly inviting anyone who meets my gaze to explore the secret garden hidden within.

When I gaze at others with this kind of gaze, they seem to be able to see through the thin veil of my eyes and directly touch the deepest waves of emotions and the complex web of thoughts in my heart. This gaze is sometimes gentle as water, like the warm spring sun, warming the heart; sometimes it is firm as a rock, like the Great Wall of Steel, indestructible. It has a hazy and dreamy color, making one feel lost in the clouds; and it also carries the sharp edge of a sword, piercing the depths of the soul, making one instantly intoxicated and unable to extricate oneself.

Faced with such a captivating gaze, people seem to be attracted by a powerful and invisible force, and their bodies involuntarily move forward, eager to get closer to these eyes and uncover the unknown and touching stories hidden behind them.

It was like a powerful catalyst of desire, instantly igniting the endless evil thoughts that had been dormant deep within my heart. Those evil thoughts were like ferocious beasts that had long been dormant, but at this moment, they suddenly awakened and began to run rampant with unbridled and unbridled arrogance.

My gaze was completely and involuntarily locked on that smear of yellow lipstick, unable to shift its focus. Its surface shimmered with a captivating, dazzling sheen, and every subtle ripple of that luster seemed a cruel mockery and provocation of my remaining sanity, mercilessly assaulting the last vestiges of my mental defenses.

As time ticked by, my heart beat faster and faster, like a dense, intense drumbeat, pounding furiously against my chest. At the same moment, my mind, uncontrollably, flashed through a stream of obscene, vulgar images, one after another, unbearable to watch. Those forbidden desires, usually repressed deep within my soul, now surged like a raging flood, overwhelming me. In a trance, I could even clearly hear the roars from the depths of my heart, the long-imprisoned, powerful desires struggling to break free from their chains.

I felt as if my body weighed a thousand pounds. Every time I moved, it felt like an invisible hand gripped me tightly, dragging me relentlessly forward. That mysterious and powerful force completely deprived me of resistance, and I could only involuntarily move closer, step by step, to the surging, lust-filled tide of desire.

The ground beneath my feet felt as soft and limp as cotton, floating lightly, as if it would swallow me whole at any moment. Yet, this very soft touch inexplicably brought with it an inexplicable sense of tension, as if I were walking on a tightrope suspended over a bottomless abyss, and the slightest misstep would lead to a plunge into irretrievable doom.

At this moment, there is only one crazy thought in my mind that keeps echoing - I want to indulge myself completely! This thought is like a spell, attacking my rational defenses again and again, making me almost collapse.

I couldn't help but squint slightly, my once clear and bright eyes now shrouded in a veil of unbridled, hazy hue. The vibrant yellow lip gloss streaked across my lips like the brightest shooting star in the night sky, gleaming brightly. It seemed to embody the blazing fire of desire burning deep within me, radiating an alluring glow without restraint.

My voice was so mellow and melodious that it seemed to penetrate people's hearts. As I sang, I gently stroked my cheek with my hand, then slid it along my chin to my neck and then slowly moved it to my chest. Every movement was full of sexiness and teasing.

The audience was captivated by my performance, their eyes fixed on me, as if oblivious to everything around them. I could sense their enthusiasm and eagerness, which gave me greater confidence to showcase my own charm.

Lin Ya and Liu Xuan, from outside the geisha house, closely monitored the movements within, ready to provide support at any moment. This geisha performance was not only a spectacular spectacle, but also an adventure deep within enemy lines. I used my wisdom and courage to contribute to the plan to conquer Japan.