Chinese New year 's FUN

During the first day of CNY, I wore a floral mini pencil dress I bought online at the last minute. It was short, barely reaching mid-thigh, so I paired it with my usual bra and white thong. Sitting on the floor for long periods during the family games got a little tricky, especially with a dress this short.

The evening was spent at my first aunt’s house, where she had cooked for everyone and arranged Lou Hei. By around 8 p.m., the adults had started gambling, and I initially chatted with my female cousins in her room. Eventually, we all joined the game, sitting on the floor.

I noticed my nephew was paying more attention to me than the game itself. He seemed particularly curious about my dress, sneaking glances whenever I crossed my legs or shifted my position. I could tell he was subtly trying to catch a glimpse of my white thong. At first, I ignored it, but after a few rounds, I decided to have a little fun with him. I shifted my position just enough so he thought he could see, teasing him silently while keeping it playful.

He got completely distracted and started losing focus on the game, missing rounds and looking frustrated. I stayed in that position for a few minutes, enjoying the harmless mischief, before changing my posture, leaving him clearly disappointed.

After the game ended, I jokingly called him out for being so distracted, giving him a mock lecture about paying attention. He laughed, embarrassed but good-natured, clearly taking it in stride.

Then, leaning closer with a mischievous grin, I whispered to him, “It’s white.” At first, he looked confused, blinking as if he hadn’t caught on. But the moment it registered, his eyes widened in realization, and I could see the surprise and amusement on his face.

By the end of the night, everyone was laughing, full from the food, and content from the games. Even though my legs were sore from sitting on the floor and my dress was short, it was a cheeky and fun start to CNY.

Birthday Party ( Part 3 )

The next morning, my alarm went off at 9 a.m., but I must have hit snooze because I woke up to find it was already 9:30 a.m. I tried to wake Isabel, who was sleeping on my right, her leg draped over me, but she wouldn’t budge. Eventually, she got up on her own once everyone else started moving around probably because we were too noisy.

CY was already up, wearing a big jacket over just her panties and going braless underneath. As for me, I had limited options, so I wore back CY’s top with my work pants but no bra. It was a bit daring, but I didn’t have a choice. The twins wore Red Bull tank tops and denim shorts, with sports bras.

Luckily, Isabel was fully awake and scolded us when she saw our outfits. After some quick adjustments, we managed to look presentable and went downstairs. Although she nagged at us, Isabel still wore a black long tank dress with Nubra. We tried to tease her, but lost the battle, so we all headed down for breakfast looking like this.

In the lobby, we definitely attracted attention from both guys and girls. Isabel’s ample cleavage drew many eyes, and we had to ask her to cross her arms to avoid more stares. Breakfast was no different—people kept sneaking glances at her, making us all feel pretty embarrassed. We hurried through the meal and retreated to our room as quickly as possible.

Back in the room, the morning started to drag. Our plan to hit the gym was cancelled since Charmaine, CY, and I hadn’t packed sportswear, so we ended up lounging around. Exhaustion won, and we fell asleep almost immediately, only to be woken up by CY at 2:06 p.m. Groggy and half-awake, we eventually got up. It was still too early to go out, so after brainstorming, we decided to have an early dinner and then head to Marina Barrage to celebrate my birthday.

By the time we were ready, it was already past 4 p.m. I had been advised to dress appropriately, but my proper clothes were mysteriously missing. Instead, CY handed me a light green floral bralette and mini denim shorts. I tried to negotiate as the outfit was really skimpy, and the shorts barely covered my backside but CY was firm: either wear it or nothing at all. The bralette offered enough coverage, but without a cardigan or sweater, it felt a bit daring. Once everyone was set, we headed out.

We arrived at Suntec first and then made our way to Marina Barrage around 9 p.m. After a nice dinner, we found a quiet spot away from the main area, complete with a cake and some snacks. We spent the evening chatting and sipping Breezer while waiting for midnight. At 12 a.m. sharp, we celebrated my birthday with cake and more presents. The atmosphere was fun, and we only left when the place was completely empty as it had started to feel a bit eerie by then.

As we approached the car, disaster struck, Isabel suddenly reached over and yanked my top up, leaving my bare boobs completely exposed. My heart skipped a beat as I realized four or five strangers walking toward us had an unintentional full view. I froze for a moment, cheeks burning hot, and tried to cover myself with my hands, but it was too late, they had already seen everything. Isabel just laughed, clearly enjoying the chaos she caused, while I could feel my pulse racing and my hands shaking from embarrassment.

Once we got inside the car, the ordeal wasn’t over. CY, grinning mischievously, reminded me that my “task” wasn’t finished, I had to keep one of my boobs exposed for the entire ride until we reached the hotel. My heart pounded, my body tense with a mix of shame and adrenaline, but I complied, leaving my bare breast fully visible. The car felt impossibly small, every glance from CY and Isabel making me feel completely exposed and vulnerable. By the time we pulled into the hotel, I was flushed and still recovering from the intensity of the moment.

By the time we got back to the hotel, it was nearly 2 a.m. I was the last to shower after losing the game, but ended up joining CY in the bathroom. At first, it was just casual, helping each other rinse off and chatting but it quickly turned playful. I couldn’t resist teasing her, cupping her boobs through the warm water and pressing against her just a little, making her squeal and laugh. She teased back, splashing water at me and tugging at my hair.

I could feel a slight warmth building inside me, I was slightly aroused, and it was clear CY was feeling it too. The small space, the warm water, and our teasing touches made it impossible to ignore. I traced my fingers along her sides, fondled her breasts, and she responded with soft gasps and playful nudges, making the moment feel both mischievous and intimate.


Time flew by, and by the time we finally stepped out, dripping and giggling, the arousal hadn’t completely faded. Carissa and Isabel had already fallen asleep, oblivious to our little adventure, while Charmaine was still drying her hair, absorbed in her own world. CY and I lingered a bit longer, whispering, laughing, and sneaking touches, before finally leaving the bathroom

The three of us ended up chit-chatting until around 5 a.m., sharing stories and laughing quietly, before finally deciding to nap for a while. It had been an exhausting but unforgettable birthday.

Thankfully, I had taken the day off for my birthday, or I would have been in trouble the next day.

And about my panties, I finally got them back on Tuesday. Luckily, no one found them!

Birthday Party ( Part 2 )

The next morning, we woke up around 10 a.m., exhausted from the late night. If Carissa’s mom hadn’t called, we’d probably still be asleep. I was the first to wake, followed by CY and Isabel. Carissa, a deep sleeper, was last. While Carissa was on the phone with her mom, I went to the bathroom to freshen up, and CY followed soon after. We were so comfortable with each other that she just went ahead and used the bathroom while I was brushing my teeth, something that might seem strange even among family!

Once everyone was ready, we headed downstairs for breakfast. Luckily, breakfast was served until 11 a.m. The others were dressed decently, but I was in a bit of a predicament—wearing CY’s white crop top and Isabel’s pencil skirt, which was ridiculously short. It barely covered the top of my thighs and definitely didn’t reach past my hips, leaving me completely exposed underneath with no panties. The thought of tourists everywhere made me feel extra self-conscious.

When we entered the restaurant, the waiter guiding us to our table kept glancing at my legs, making me even more self-conscious. I picked the seat furthest from everyone. CY, feeling guilty for not packing more clothes for me, offered to get some food.

While I was alone at the table, scrolling through my phone, I received a text from Isabel saying, "Sit properly, people are looking." I immediately straightened up, my heart racing, and went on high alert. Just as I was starting to relax, Isabel returned, laughing hysterically, revealing it had all been a prank! I felt a mix of embarrassment and relief.

After breakfast, we returned to our room to change into swimwear for a dip in the Infinity Pool on level 57. Charmaine wore a purple bandeau with matching bottoms, Carissa had a red flounce bikini top with yellow bottoms, and CY chose a rich grape halter top with matching hipkini bottoms. I wore a pink triangle bikini with matching skimpy bottoms that CY had packed for me. Isabel went daring in a white bandeau set, but we all suspected she was wearing nipple stickers underneath—they might turn translucent when wet, and we were keeping an eye on her. Towels in hand, we headed to the pool.

The sun was blazing, perfect for tanning. We settled on chairs facing the MAYBANK building and jumped into the warm water. Isabel nudged me and suggested we prank Carissa by pulling her bikini strings. I agreed without thinking but chaos ensued, and I ended up being the target. One of the girls tugged my bikini top, and it slipped off completely. Luckily, I reacted fast enough to cover myself with my hands before anyone saw too much.

After the pool, Charmaine lent me her white Adidas dry-fit shirt. It was a bit tight since she usually wears an S, but I still had my bra underneath, which helped. As we lounged, I noticed Charmaine was walking a bit strangely. CY later hinted that she had removed her panties earlier as part of a game, and was wearing a wireless vibrator she lost in a previous challenge.

We left Marina Square around 8 p.m. After dinner, we headed back to MBS to revisit the Infinity Pool for the night view. I noticed Charmaine had removed her panties as part of an earlier game. CY later hinted that Charmaine had done something cheeky after losing a game to her.

As nighttime approached, the pool area became cooler and stunning. We didn’t go for a swim but just lounged on the chairs, enjoying the view. CY, Isabel, and I weren’t wearing our bras, feeling daring and relaxed.

Back in the room, some showered while others watched TV. CY and I played “Let’s Get Rich,” with the loser standing by the window in their birthday suit for a minute. I won most rounds, leaving CY exposed and shivering.

After my shower, I found Isabel and Carissa lying naked on the floor doing yoga, while Charmaine appeared to be under a blanket absorbed in her phone, I realized she was actually touching herself. I discovered this when I casually talked to her, and she flinched in pleasure, her hands moving under the blanket. She was clearly on edge and aroused.

Charmaine suggested we play a card game to pass the time, and Isabel introduced “King and Soldiers.” The rules were simple: whoever held the King card became the King, Q and J were exempt from punishment, and the numbered 2 cards received punishments. We decided to add a twist—whoever orgasmed first during the game would be the ultimate loser and would have to pay for breakfast the next morning.

We didn’t play many rounds but only twelve, but the atmosphere became charged and arousing, especially for Charmaine. Her punishments were intense as she had to be licked by Isabel and me on her pussy on different turn and even had her orgasm under my fingering which ended the whole game.

CY got lucky, only being punished once which she had to be played on her nipple by 3 of us for a minute. Isabel was evil, she even bite her harden nipple.

Isabel was the second worst player, facing a challenging punishment where she had to squat near the window and pee into a glass while we watched( Revenged from Cy).

Carissa had a simple punishment, allowing Charmaine to lick her ears and play with her nipples while lap dancing on me. Fun fact : she leaked onto my thigh.

I was the lucky one as I mostly held J and Q cards, acting more as the punisher than a participant. The only time I was nearly punished, a card was missing, sparing me from a challenge.

We wrapped up the game around 2:35 a.m. and everyone headed to bed, though sleep didn’t come easily there was still a lingering sense of arousal in the room. I could tell that CY, Isabel, and I had orgasmed before finally drifting off. As for the twins, I wasn’t entirely sure what they were up to but both was still awake when I drifted off. 








To be continued…

Birthday Party( Part 1 )

Hey everyone, sorry for the delay in updating you all—I’ve been swamped with my new job and trying to pick up a ton of new stuff. Just so you know, I’m working as an admin now. But now that I’m finally free, let me fill you in on what happened during my birthday!

Since my birthday fell on a Monday, I celebrated over the weekend (16th–18th) with my girlfriends. I feel so lucky to have CY, Isabel, Charmaine and Carissa, in my life. They went all out and booked a room at MBS for three days, even though it was pricey. I thought the staycation itself would be my gift, but there was more to it than that.

On Friday, I went to work as usual. Nothing out of the ordinary except I decided to go commando that day (definitely a bad choice). Around 10 a.m., CY texted me while I was in the printing room, struggling to hide my thong. She told me to meet her after work and warned me not to be late. My curiosity was piqued, though I was still distracted by my own cheekiness.

After work, I met CY at the MRT station. She was wearing a black Mango tee and skinny jeans, carrying two bags, one of which was mine. I was a little confused until she filled me in: she’d managed to convince my mom to let me go on a short staycation, which was a huge deal since Mom usually freaks out over last-minute plans.

We took the train to Bayfront Station, and CY told me Isabel had already checked in. The twins were meeting us at the station, and it was wonderful to have all five of us together again since it had been a while since our full group had hung out.

At the station, the twins were waiting, dressed in matching skater dresses of different colors. Isabel looked like a model in her white school tee and black skirt, as always.

Thanks to Isabel borrowing her brother’s car, we drove to Vivo City since MBS didn’t offer much for dining. It was a bit of a trek, but free transport made it worthwhile. We arrived around 8:30 p.m., Vivo City buzzing as usual. We went to Paradise Dynasty for Xiao Long Bao, well worth the wait despite the long line. By the time we finished dinner, it was almost 9:40 p.m.

CY and Carissa suggested catching a movie afterward, but Isabel and I were tired. Charmaine was up for anything, so we decided to see Blackhat. Not my favorite, but Wang Leehom’s cameo was a nice touch. I was half-asleep through parts and can’t even remember the ending.

By 1 a.m., we were back in the car, leaving around 1:30 a.m. after taking some photos and goofing around. When we returned to the hotel, there was only one bathroom for five people, so I volunteered to go last. When I finally opened the bag CY had given me, I was shocked to find only two bikini sets and a towel, no regular clothes! I yelled, and everyone burst into laughter. The twins even tried to remove everything from the bag in a playful way.

It was Cy's plan since the start!!

I couldn’t wear the twins’ clothes, they were too small and Isabel’s outfits were far too revealing for me. In the end, CY lent me her top, and I paired it with Isabel’s pencil skirt. The catch? I had to stay in my birthday suit for two nights, which I reluctantly agreed to after a bit of negotiating.

After a shower, I joined the girls, who were already snuggled under blankets. I tried to dry my hair while sitting on a chair, naked and shivering from the cold. That’s when I realized CY had orchestrated a plan: no one was allowed to wear anything to sleep. I felt a mix of nervousness and curiosity, wondering exactly what she had planned. In the end, we spent the night chatting, laughing, and sharing stories before finally heading to sleep.



To be continued…