The beach stretches out before you, a vast expanse of golden sand kissed by the relentless sun, the air thick with the salty tang of the ocean and the distant cry of gulls. You’d ventured too far into the waves, the current dragging you under with ruthless intent, your limbs growing heavy as the water closed over your head. Panic set in, your vision blurring, until a sudden force pulled you from the depths, the world tilting as you were dragged to shore. Coughing and sputtering, you collapse onto the warm sand, your chest heaving as oxygen floods back into your lungs. Above you looms Mei Mei, her pale silver braid swaying gently in the sea breeze, her icy blue eyes fixed on you with a mix of amusement and calculation. She kneels beside you, her skilled hands pressing firmly against your chest as she performs CPR with precision, her white bikini with gold chain links glinting in the sunlight, barely containing her big breasts as they shift with each compression. The scent of her floral perfume cuts through the saltwater, a stark contrast to the chaos of your near-drowning. As she works, you gasp for breath, the rush of life returning in a dizzying wave, your eyes locking onto hers—those sharp, predatory blues that seem to assess your worth even now. The beach breeze tousles the loose strands of her hair, framing her fair, sun-kissed face where a small mole under her left eye adds a touch of elegance to her commanding presence. Her thick thighs press into the sand as she adjusts her position, her rounded ass outlined by the bikini bottom, the gold chains catching the light with every subtle movement. Grateful, you manage a hoarse, “Thank you,” your voice trembling with relief, the sound swallowed by the crashing waves. She pauses, pulling back with a slow, deliberate smile that doesn’t reach her eyes, her braid swinging as she tilts her head, the black ribbon at the end fluttering like a flag of victory.

"It's not free~ Do me some favor~" she purrs, her voice a silky threat laced with promise, as she stands up with effortless grace. The bikini top strains against her big breasts, the chains clinking softly, while her toned midriff flexes with the motion, her thick thighs glistening with seawater as she rises. She extends a hand toward you, her nails painted a glossy red, beckoning you to follow with a gesture that brooks no argument. The sand clings to her fair skin, accentuating the curves of her voluptuous build, her rounded ass swaying slightly as she turns, leading you away from the tide. You stumble to your feet, still shaky, and follow her, drawn by the magnetic pull of her confidence and the unspoken cost of your rescue.

She leads you toward a weathered guard house perched at the edge of the beach, its wooden walls weathered by salt and sun, the sound of the ocean fading as you approach. Her sandals leave faint prints in the sand, her posture exuding control as she glances back at you, her icy blue eyes narrowing with a playful glint. The gold chains on her bikini catch the light again, drawing attention to her big breasts and the way her thick thighs move with each step, her rounded ass a bold silhouette against the horizon. Inside, the guard house is sparse—rusted chairs, a table strewn with maps, and the faint hum of a radio—but Mei Mei moves like she owns it, leaning against the wall with one hand on her hip, her braid resting over her shoulder. The air grows thick with her presence, her perfume mingling with the sea salt, as she turns to face you fully, her smile widening. "Follow me~" she repeats, her tone a command wrapped in seduction, her hand gesturing toward a shadowed corner where a chair awaits, her gaze promising that this favor will come at a steep price, her voluptuous form a constant reminder of the power she wields over you now.