After finishing with the face, "Leon Grace" hesitated for a moment before saying, "Alright! The face is done. Now let's work on the body. Shawn, please take off your clothes and pants!"
"Uh... Why do I have to take off my pants too?" Shawn asked in astonishment.
"Leon Grace" hesitated and said, "Of course, because Gavin Grant's tattoo is... located on his private parts!"
As soon as these words came out, Lilian Grace's cheeks flushed red. She spat lightly and said, "Ugh... That's perverted... Sister Cheng, I'm going to step out for a bit! Call me when you're done." With that, Lilian turned and went into the bathroom.
"Ah! No way!? It's tattooed down there! Oh my god! What the heck did he get tattooed? Is this really necessary?" Shawn was utterly shocked.
"Leon Grace" explained, "We actually didn't know Gavin Grant had a tattoo in that spot either. It was only because you injured him... down there, and the doctor found it while treating him. Based on the intel we just gathered, this tattoo is very important! You have to have it!"
"A must-have tattoo? Why is that?" Shawn asked, totally confused.
"Leon Grace" said, "Organizations as old as the Thirteen Enforcers have their own special management methods, especially for their most important internal meetings. Based on our previous intel, their meetings are pretty unique—they're held naked!"
"Naked meetings? What the heck is that?" Shawn asked, incredulous.
"Leon Grace" said, "Nowadays, even the ancient sects in the underworld are keeping up with the times and using high-tech methods. They've borrowed from the Italian Mafia's playbook: for their most secret meetings, core members have to enter the venue stark naked. Not only do they check everyone's fingerprints, they also verify each member's special tattoo. This way, they can prevent spies and keep out any hidden devices or cameras. So, I need to give you a tattoo and swap in a set of Gavin Grant's fingerprints for you!"
"Wow! The gangs these days are really something! But, what kind of tattoo is it?" Shawn asked in surprise.
"Leon Grace" looked a bit depressed and said, "Uh... It's the head of an elephant, and, well, that thing is supposed to be the elephant's trunk..."
"An elephant?! No way! On that part of his body? He actually dared to get an elephant tattoo there!" Shawn found it unbelievable, thinking that with Juice King's skinny frame, that thing couldn't be very big. To tattoo an elephant there was almost an insult to the animal.
"Leon Grace" waved his hand and said, "Uh... Enough complaining. Juice King is called the Mantis Hunter for a reason—he's not small down there! Plus, he has some special hobbies, and you need to imitate all of them so you don't blow your cover. Come on, take off your pants!"
"Okay, fine... But Inspector Cheng, if you see, you know, a man's body—won't that be awkward for you?" Shawn suddenly asked, curious.
"Leon Grace" quickly shook his head and replied, "Not at all! I've been practicing the House of a Thousand Faces techniques since I was a kid. You have to get used to copying every part of the human body—male, female, young, old, beautiful or ugly. You can't pass unless you can replicate any body part on demand, including the private ones! So I'm totally used to it..."
"Ah! So that's how it is. Impressive! Really impressive!" Shawn exclaimed, secretly thinking, "Rainie Cheng always acts so serious, but she's been seeing men's stuff since she was a kid! She must be secretly wild... I bet her tastes are pretty heavy..."
So, Shawn couldn't help but ask, "Inspector Cheng, what do you think makes that part of a man... passable, or standard?"
"Leon Grace" was clearly stunned for a moment, then awkwardly shook his head and said, "Honestly, that part of a man is pretty ugly. The standard depends on the person's height and build. Anyway, let's not talk about this—just take off your pants and lie face down on the bed. I need to get started!"
Shawn had no choice but to turn his back and take off his pants, though he covered himself with his hands and looked back sheepishly at "Leon Grace." "Inspector Cheng... Are you really going to tattoo an elephant on me? Isn't the trunk going to be too big?"
"Leon Grace" looked a bit awkward, pulled out a pair of transparent gloves from the black suitcase and slipped them on. Then she took out a tattoo pen and some dyes, waved her hand and said, "Of course! Stop fussing. Sure, I've dated but never married... but trust me, I've seen plenty of men's junk! No matter how big, it's not that impressive! Hurry up and lie down, I'm about to get started!"
"Oh, alright then!" Shawn Young said, turning over and lying on the bed. He let go of his hands covering his crotch, revealing his intimidating equipment.
"Leon Grace" glanced over and nearly jumped in shock, her heart pounding: "Whoa! That... that's huge... Oh my god!"
But she didn't scream; her expression just froze for a moment. Then she lowered her head, pulled out a ruler from the suitcase, and started measuring Shawn's size, ready to get to work.
Seeing her so focused on his "equipment," Shawn's face turned red. He covered himself again and asked, "Inspector Cheng, did... did I scare you?"
"Leon Grace" spat lightly, annoyed and embarrassed. "Stop interrupting! Hands off, I'm working here..."
"Oh... okay."
Shawn moved his hand away, and "Leon Grace's" slender fingers pressed down, grabbing her tools and starting to work around his equipment.
The sensations from "Leon Grace's" hands—sometimes gentle, sometimes firm—made Shawn feel like he was being ravished by a beautiful woman. He secretly thought, "Inspector Cheng acts so serious, but I bet she's wild deep down. With a body like that, she's got to be passionate. If I ever got her in bed, that'd be something!"
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Lost in his wicked thoughts, Shawn found his equipment responding uncontrollably to "Leon Grace's" touch—growing even fiercer, as if protesting the beauty’s teasing.
"Leon Grace" was startled, quickly pressing down to restrain it. But the more she tried, the more stubbornly it stood tall, even trembling a little—what a rebellious bird!
With no other choice, "Leon Grace" said, "...Shawn, could you please calm it down? I can't tattoo the elephant’s trunk if it keeps acting up..."
"Oh! But it’s not really... under my control, Inspector Cheng, you know how it is... It’s just a normal guy thing!" Shawn protested, enjoying her grip but sounding pitiful.
"Leon Grace" sighed, "...Fine! I admit it's normal for a guy, but if it’s that hard, it’s gonna hurt when I start tattooing..."
Shawn was loving her soft grip. He replied, "No worries, Inspector Cheng, just go for it!"
Seeing Shawn’s blissed-out face, "Leon Grace" felt a mix of embarrassment and irritation. She pressed down harder with her left hand, and the tattoo pen in her right started working. The sharp needle traced over his equipment, sending a jolt of pain and tingling through Shawn’s body. "Whoa..." he couldn’t help but cry out.
"Leon Grace" blushed, but her hands were steady as she quickly tattooed the woolly mammoth design...
From the bathroom door, a pair of curious eyes peeked out. Lilian Grace crouched on the floor, cheeks flushed, secretly watching. Her heart raced as she thought, "Oh my god! That elephant trunk is so big and hard—if it poked me, it’d leave a giant hole..."
Even though Lilian Grace was shocked, a wave of desire swept through her. She squeezed her legs together, not realizing just how wet she’d already become...
Shawn felt the pain and pleasure mix together, but he gritted his teeth and endured. He thought, "If Lilian Grace saw me like this, would she fall for me?"
The tattoo session finally ended. "Leon Grace" wiped off the ink, then said with a smirk, "Congratulations, Shawn! You’re officially a member of the Thirteen Enforcers now."
Shawn looked down at the woolly mammoth tattoo on his trunk and grinned, "Guess I’m packing some real power now!"