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Mesmerized at the wonderful sight, he couldn’t help but voice his admiration. “That’s… what you must have said to Milia, too.” “Though I am guilty to say so, I can't deny that allegation. However, you must know that I am speaking the truth. Your skin is wonderful, white and has a beautiful pink color on the tips. It's truly beautiful and mesmerizing.” “It is shameful to be able to hear praises about your own body.” “You should get used to it right away. Because I will always praise you. There's nothing shameful about the truth.”

I'm ready to be picked up by Satan himself. "Excuse me. Do you think we, Gresya, Italia, Andra, and all the beautiful women I know gain their bodies and beautiful faces while doing nothing? Kairos, no. We're working on it. We're spending hours in the gym to stay fit. Even though we're tired, we still stick to our ten-step skincare routine. Why are you making it sound like someone else's insecurity is our fault?" "Of course not. I didn't mean it that way, Rory. What I'm trying to say is, that maybe you and Bella Donna should try to accommodate women in different sizes. Make them feel beautiful too. Make them love their flaws---,"

Bella wanted to convince him not to worry. “You know, I get a little hurt if you reject me like that.” Alec was being spoiled. “I'm sorry... It's for your own good too. Thanks for dropping me off." Bella gave him a short hug. To be honest it wasn't just Alec who wanted to be pampered. She wanted it too more than he knew. Ever since they were in school, Bella wanted to be like that. But for an athlete like Alec maintaining a healthy body condition to stay fit is the most basic task. She didn't want her fever to infect him.

I sighed, peeled it off, tossed my underwear in the hamper, and tried again. Attempt two: flawless fit. The thing vacuum-sealed itself to my skin and then… stayed. No riding up. No rolling down. It was short enough to flout municipal codes, but I could bend without flashing the apartment complex. It showcased everything: the soft dip under my ribs, the curve of my hips, the shape of my thighs. I didn’t look like “cute.” I looked like “warning label.” I inhaled, watched my stomach ripple under the pleather, waited for the usual storm of shame. It didn’t come. I liked what I saw. The thought was dizzying.

Or more specifically, an object being beautified for use. After they were done, I was smooth all over, all the hair on every part of my body aside from my head had long disappeared. My skin felt so soft and sensitive. I was slightly disturbed by it. I smelled differently too, not strange considering I’d practically been bathed in several perfumed oils. My nails were perfectly trimmed, the soles of my feet scrubbed till they were soft and pink. I felt like an entirely new being, on the outside at least. Inside, I was miserable.

Jake blinked several times to push away the image of Kendra's body from his mind. He knew his girlfriend's sister was stunning, but he never knew she was this hot. Wow! The brunette's body is flawless, a masterpiece of sculpted perfection. Every curve and contour are defined, with no hint of softness or excess—as if she were carved from marble by a master artist.

she instructed while sounding very professional. I didn’t want to believe it at first, but it seemed like Duchess Flavia was indeed a dance instructor. Her movements as she led me through a few arms and then leg stretches were always graceful. It was clear that she had been through this routine countless times before. How her body moved from one stretch to the next flowed flawlessly and everything seemed to come so naturally to her. As for me, I found everything confusing and difficult. It was hard to coordinate the movement of my arms, legs, and my body. “You’re doing well…” she commented.

I don't remember for how long I ogled at a shirtless Reuben, but according to my estimation it would be well over ten minutes. The guy's body was like a faultless art, every sculpture was a perfect shape, as if carved out of precision. His body looked so perfect that I felt him glowing in excellence. I soon realized that I was looking at the guy like I would look at my favourite brand of chocolate. I was like a ravenous wolf with red shining bright eyes which spoke of all the things I imagined of doing to the guy's body. To be honest, Reuben's flawlessness did irk me a bit, but under the glowing brilliance of his immaculate abs, I completely, utterly lost.

Besides, there’s no such thing called a perfect skin, there’s only a good cosmetic. She flipped her compact powder close. It was her latest makeup product that she just launched last month, Lydia SPF-101, she claimed to her fans that it was able to block the entire sun to your skin. And of course, the last touch before she went online was to set the skin-smooth filter to the max, which made her skin seem to be unnaturally pore-less. ‘Perfect,’ she smiled to see how unnaturally pretty she looked on her phone screen, ‘after my fans saw how flawless my skin is, it’ll make them feel bad about themselves and surely they will buy my product to look this perfect…’

The relief that crossed Linda's face was almost amusing. They came through one after another. I approved some and discarded most, making notes as I went, good structure here, wrong proportions there, one who needed to slim down before the next review. When the last one had walked, I stood. "Decent," I said, which in that room was practically a compliment. "But I asked for one perfect model. I need a body built for the exclusive gown launch, perfect waist, perfect proportion and I didn't see it here today." I let my gaze move across the room once. "Fix it."