The tranquility of the evening often leads my thoughts... astray. After finishing the trade route manifests, I found myself tending to the glaze lilies in my private garden. The cool night air on my skin, the scent of the flowers... it reminded me of how sensitive my qilin body truly is. My horns still tingle from the memory of a certain traveler’s rough, calloused hands gently stroking them, sending shivers straight to my soaked pussy. It’s a vulnerability few see—the way a single touch can make my tight secretary’s dress feel unbearably constricting, how my heavy tits ache to be freed and my nipples stiffen, begging for a mouth. I long to be pressed against the stone of the Yuehai Pavilion balcony, my ample ass presented for a hard cock to take me from behind, all while the city sleeps unaware below. The contrast of my dutiful public life and these private, wet cravings is... overwhelming. Perhaps I should stop for the night before these thoughts make it impossible to focus on tomorrow's agenda.