A Gentle Confession of Yao in Wedding Dress

As the shoot wrapped up for a break, I was heading toward the dressing room where she was waiting. During the photoshoot, Yao had been wearing a realistic silicone mask to match the theme—a flawless disguise that made her look like a different person entirely. Her hands were covered in glossy white satin gloves, adding an elegant touch to her wedding dress.

"Yao, I’m coming in."

I knocked on the door and stepped inside, finding her there, still clad in the pure white dress, the mask still on her face. Her gloved hands rested lightly on her lap.

Noticing my presence, she greeted me with her usual warm smile—though it was still filtered through the mask.

"How was it, Producer?"

"Well… of course…"

Her stunning beauty, even behind the disguise, left me fumbling for the right words.

"No… um… you’re absolutely gorgeous."

"Hehe, thank you!"

"No, seriously, you’re the most beautiful bride in the world!"

It was an embarrassing line even for me, but it was my honest feeling.

"Ufufu, you’re making me blush with all this praise~" She brushed her cheek with a gloved hand.

"But I’m really happy to hear you say that, Producer."

She placed a hand on her cheek, the mask concealing any flush or expression, though her tone carried a subtle hint of loneliness and hesitation.

"Um… Yao?"

"Yes? Is something wrong?"

"Are you worried about something?"

Her demeanor had such a shadow over it that I couldn’t help but ask, even through the mask.

She looked slightly surprised and said,

"Oh, how did you figure that out?"

"Because I can tell anything about you, Yao."

"…Am I really that easy to read?"

"Yes, very much so."

"Ugh… you’re so mean, Producer."

I could only give a wry smile as she puffed out her cheeks in an exaggerated pout, the satin gloves curling slightly against her dress.

"So, what’s going on?"

"Wearing this wedding dress made me start thinking about my future…"

"Your future…?"

"I got a little anxious thinking that even if I found my destined person, I might not be able to be with him."

"Haha, you can worry about that after you’ve found him."

"What if I’ve already found him?"

"Uh… well…"

An awkward silence fell between us.

"Sorry, I’ve put you in a tough spot, haven’t I?"

"Not at all. Any man would be happy with you, Yao."

"Hehe, there you go saying things like that again…"

"It’s the truth, though."

"Then, even if there were huge obstacles in the way, would you still overcome them and be with the person you love?"

"Of course I would."

"Really?"

"Really."

A heavy silence filled the dressing room once more.

Then, breaking it, she spoke, her eyes locking onto mine with an intensity I could feel even through the mask.

"Thank you. Hearing that puts me at ease." She paused, then reached up with her satin-gloved hands and carefully removed the realistic mask, revealing her true face—soft, familiar, and breathtakingly beautiful. "Producer, there’s something I need to tell you, as myself. My destined person is you."

"…Huh?"

Her sudden confession left my mind blank.

"Producer, please date with me with marriage in mind."

Staring straight into my eyes, her real face unguarded and earnest, she left me speechless.

"Producer, please marry me."

The sudden proposal nearly short-circuited my brain.

I scrambled to think of how to respond, my mind in chaos.

But no matter how much I thought, no clear answer came.

"Y-Y-Yes, gladly!"

As I stammered out my reply, she gripped my hand tightly, the satin gloves cool against my skin.

"Producer, I love you so much!"

With a beaming smile, she threw her arms around me, and I gently hugged her back.

Feeling Yao’s warmth, I basked in this happiness.

Maybe it was her comforting presence, but I started to feel calmer and more clear-headed.

Then, I suddenly felt the soft sensation of two plump mounds pressing against me.

(Oh, no… this is bad.)

Her bust—one of the most impressive in our company—was pressed against my chest, threatening my rationality.

"Producer, I like you…"

(Daaaah!)

Her whisper in my ear sent my heart pounding even harder.

And naturally, that sent blood rushing down below…

"Oh? It feels like something hard is pressing against me…?"

Yao looked down with a curious expression.

"Kyaaaaah!?"

With a scream, she shoved me away, and I fell onto the floor.

"Ah, sorry… I got startled."

Her face turned red as she glanced at the tent in my pants, her gloved fingers fidgeting slightly.

"No, I’m the one who should apologize…"

I didn’t have the confidence to hold a normal conversation in this state.

"It can’t be helped, right? You’re a man, after all."

"I’m ashamed… um… it’s just because you’re so wonderful, Yao…"

She tried to cover for me, but all I could do was mumble excuses.

"Hehe, thank you."

Her angelic smile as she laughed was breathtaking.

"You got like this because you like me, right, Producer?"

"Yes…"

I could only nod weakly, feeling pathetic.

"You wouldn’t get like this with other girls, right?"

"No… it’s only because it’s you, Yao."

I shook my head desperately.

"Oh, that makes me happy!"

With that, Yao reached toward my lower abdomen, her satin gloves brushing my shirt.

"Then I have to take responsibility, don’t I?"

"Huh?"

"So… I’ll take care of it."

Saying that, she calmly started unbuckling my belt and pulling down my pants, her gloved hands moving deftly.

"W-Wait, Yao!?"

I tried to stop her in a panic, but my resistance was futile, and soon I was down to my underwear.

"Hehe, let’s take these off too."

"No, stop—"

Yao’s hands stripped off my underwear as well, and I can feel the smooth texture of her satin glove on my skin.

"Wow… so this is Producer’s…"

She let out a small exclamation as my fully erect penis sprang free.

"Um… please don’t stare too much…"

"Why not? It’s so cute."

"No, it’s embarrassing…"

"Ufufu, it’s fine. I’m the same way."

Even as her face reddened, she studied my member with keen interest.

It was fully erect, pressing against my stomach, but it was undeniably smaller than average and still completely covered by foreskin up to the tip.

Having such a childish penis seen by the person I loved filled me with shame.

Her calling it "cute" only intensified my inferiority complex.

"Producer’s penis is uncircumcised, isn’t it?"

Her words made my face burn with embarrassment.

"Is it… weird? I mean… it’s small too…"

"No, I think it’s cute and nice."

"C-Cute?"

"Yes, very much so."

"T-That’s good to hear…"

She was probably trying to compliment me, and thinking that made me feel a little proud of my little guy.

Hesitantly, she poked the shaft with her satin-gloved fingertip, the smooth fabric sending a shiver through me.

"I don’t really know about penis sizes, but it’s really hard and warm…"

"Auh…"

"Um… I’ve heard that hardness is what matters for a penis."

"R-Really…?"

"So I think yours is impressive, Producer."

"R-Really!?"

Her praise sent my spirits soaring.

But the next moment brought me back to reality.

"So being a little small doesn’t matter at all. And I don’t mind it."

(Oh… I’ve made her feel like she has to reassure me.)

She must’ve said it to spare my feelings.

But that kindness only dug deeper into my heart.

(Still, I was happy about Yao’s feelings.)

So my erection didn’t subside.

"It’s so lively and wonderful."

She lovingly formed a ring with her fingers, the satin gloves sliding gently over my skin as she stroked it.

"Kuh…"

"Hehe, you made a cute sound."

It twitched in her hand.

"Does it feel good?"

"Yes… so much…"

Seeing me answer honestly, she smiled and began moving her hand slowly up and down.

"How’s that? Tell me if it hurts, okay?"

"I-It’s fine…"

Even though she was only touching me over the foreskin, it felt like I am having sex.

Each time her gloved fingertips brushed the glans, a sweet numbness surged through my body.

"Nm…"

"It’s okay to make noise, you know?"

"Yes… it feels so much better than when I do it myself."

"It’s your first time with something like this too, right, Producer?"

She smiled happily.

"Then I’ll have to teach you something nice today."

With that, Yao increased her movements.

The foreskin peeled back, revealing the hidden tip.

"Hehe, it’s a pretty pink color."

Saying that, she pressed her satin-gloved finger against it, the smooth fabric intensifying the sensation.

"Hya!?"

The stimulation to the sensitive spot made me yelp.

"Oh, sorry. That startled you, didn’t it?"

She apologized but didn’t pull her finger away, a faint sheen of precum clinging to her glove.

Seeing the clear fluid string from her fingertip, I couldn’t suppress my excitement.

A clear bead swelled at the tip.

"Then let’s try this…"

Yao supported my penis with her left hand and teased the glans with her right thumb and index finger, her satin gloves gleaming faintly.

"Ah… ah…"

I couldn’t hold back my voice from the overwhelming pleasure.

"How does it feel? Good?"

"Yes… amazing…"

She didn’t stop moving her hand.

If anything, she sped up, intensifying the sensation.

"Ah… no, Yao! I’m gonna cum!!"

I managed to stop her just before climaxing.

Any more, and I’d have ejaculated for sure.

She paused, looking slightly dissatisfied, but soon smiled as if she’d thought of something.

"Shall we peel back the foreskin?"

"Wait, hold on—"

"Sure, let’s do it…"

Ignoring my hesitation, Yao grabbed the tip of the foreskin with her gloved fingers and pulled it down in one swift motion.

"Ah!?"

A slight pain hit me, followed by the liberating feeling of my glans exposed to the air.

"Hehe, it’s all peeled back now."

Satisfied, she reached for my penis again.

She caressed the newly uncovered area tenderly, her satin gloves sliding smoothly over it.

"Wow… the pink’s gotten so much deeper."

"Yao, wait…"

Without responding, she softly stroked the entire glans.

"Ha… ha…"

"Hehe, your breathing’s getting heavy."

As she said, my breaths were loud and ragged.

I’d never been this sexually aroused in my life.

"You want to cum, don’t you?"

"Well… um…"

"There’s no need to be shy in front of your lover."

"Yes… I want to…"

Hearing me, Yao smiled.

"Hehe, please cum lots in my hand!"

She formed a tube with both hands, the satin gloves enveloping my glans.

Having only ever masturbated with my foreskin, I instinctively flinched.

"It’ll feel even better than before."

"Wait… hold on…"

"It’s okay, don’t be scared."

Looking into Yao’s eyes, I felt strangely reassured.

The smooth texture of her gloves wrapped around my exposed glans and shaft.

"I’ll do it slowly… gently…"

She began moving her hands up and down.

"Ugh…"

"Does it feel good?"

"The best… the best…"

Surrendering to her hands, which felt better than any pleasure I’d ever known, I moaned relentlessly.

"It’s fine—you can cum whenever you want."

"Yes… thank you…"

All I could do was whimper my gratitude.

"Your penis smells a little. You’ve been working so hard for us that you haven’t had time to wash, huh?"

She smiled gently as she said it.

"Sorry, it’s dirty…"

"Not at all—it’s proof of your hard work, Producer."

With that, she brought her face closer to my glans.

"Yao!?"

"It smells so nice!"

Watching her sniff repeatedly sent even more blood rushing to my member.

"Ah…"

"Hehe, it got bigger again."

"Because you’re so wonderful, Yao… auh…"

"Hehe, thank you."

I could feel it hardening even more in her hand.

Panting, I poured out my feelings to her over and over.

"Yao… I like you… I love you…"

"I love you too, Producer…"

"Ahh…"

She kept moving her hands with a happy expression.

"Yao, you’re the most beautiful, cute, and amazing woman in the world…"

"You’re kind, cool, and yet so cute—you’re my destined person, Producer."

Each of her words filled me with joy, making my penis swell further.

Her hands moved faster.

Confirming our feelings for each other, we dove deeper into the act.

"Yao… I’m… about to cum…"

Unable to withstand the mounting pleasure, I was at my limit.

"Please don’t hold back."

She intensified her movements, urging me to ejaculate.

I felt the prelude to climax.

A molten wave of pleasure surged from my balls, gathering in my urethra.

"Ah… ahh!!"

"Go ahead, let out lots."

Her hands stroking my glans, her fingertips teasing my frenulum, her palms rubbing my shaft—and above all, Yao’s very presence—elevated me.

"Yao! I’m cumming! Ugh!"

"Yes, let it all out."

She didn’t stop her hands, the satin gloves coaxing me further.

Wrapped in her warm hands, my glans caressed, my sensitive spots teased…

"Ugh!! It’s coming!! Ahh!!"

With a squirt, semen shot out forcefully onto her satin gloves.

"Ah! Ah! Ah! Aaaah!"

I released my desire onto her white gloves, one spurt after another.

It was a pleasure incomparable to anything I’d felt masturbating alone.

My hips twitched uncontrollably as I came.

"Wow… it’s still coming…"

"Ha… ha… sorry, I came so much…"

Each pulse sent thick globs of semen shooting from the tip, staining her gloves.

Yao kept holding me firmly until I finished, her satin gloves now slick with my release.

"Hehe, you came a lot."

"Thanks to you, Yao…"

She smiled at that.

"Did it feel good?"

"Yes, so much…"

"I’m so happy you felt good, Producer..."

An angel in a wedding dress smiled at me, her satin-gloved hands dripping with yellowish semen.  

The perverse sight thrilled me so much I nearly fainted, leaking a little more onto her stained gloves.

Another dirty mark spread across the fabric.

"Ah, uh… sorry…"

"It’s fine—I have spares."

With that, she licked some off her gloved hand.

"See, it’s delicious, Producer’s semen…"

She showed me as she spoke, the satin glove glistening with residue.

"Mm… slurp… smack… gulp…"

She sucked up the sticky fluid and swallowed it down.

"There, all clean."

"Haha, yeah."

Despite how aroused I should’ve been, my member had gone completely soft from the overwhelming pleasure.

"Looks like your penis is satisfied too."

Seeing my now-flaccid, foreskin-covered "elephant trunk," Yao giggled and stroked it lightly with her glove.

"Shall we call it a day?"

She wiped my lower body with a towel.

"Thank you… um… Yao…"

"Yes, what is it?"

Blushing with embarrassment, I said, "If it’s okay with you, I’d like you to… do it again…" I gazed into her eyes.

"Hehe, of course it’s okay."

With that, Yao gave me a light kiss, her satin-gloved hand resting on my cheek. Despite having just swallowed so much semen, her lips were surprisingly sweet.

"I’ll make it feel even better next time."

"Yes…"

Yao kept smiling at me gently.

After one more embrace, she reached for the realistic mask on the table and placed it back on her face, adjusting it with her gloved hands, transforming once again into the character she’d been playing for the shoot. With a playful wink, she said, "Back to work, Producer."

And so, we returned to the photoshoot.