I was tragically conquered by Sister Guan (a martial arts science fiction adult novel)

Two thousand and four years.

When I graduated from college that year, the economy was unstable and the market was not good.

I was met with great failure in my job search.

I sent out so many job applications in three months but received no response.

With no other options, I went to work as a salesperson in a famous fashion store in Pacific Place following the introduction of my sister's friend.

The salary is not much, but it is enough to make a living. I plan to stay here for a few months and then look for another job.

The fashion store is an internationally renowned brand with an elegant and high-end image.

There is also a branch in Tsim Sha Tsui, Central, which is frequented by many artists and celebrities.

Compared to central areas such as Tsim Sha Tsui and Central, Pacific Place does not have many tourists.

The flow of people is also considered sparse.

It was still not time for the nearby offices to get off work, so I had some free time.

The so-called dedication to work, even if I give up my expertise, I have never looked down on salesmen.

He personally handles all matters in the store, no matter how big or small, with a serious attitude and courteous attitude towards customers.

I have a good relationship with my colleagues, and the store manager also respects me and even promoted me to senior store clerk.

Since the income is good and stable and the pressure is not too great, I thought it would be OK to do this job for a long time.

He even made a plan with his girlfriend to save money for five years before getting married.

However, an unfortunate event struck me like a bolt of lightning without warning.

On a quiet afternoon, I saw an artist that everyone is familiar with walk into the store.

It’s Sister Guan.

Although she is not an old customer, it is not her first time visiting.

Sister Guan would always bring her assistant with her, take a quick look, and buy several items, spending quite generously.

There is a senior female clerk in our store who has always been serving her. The two are quite familiar with each other. When Sister Guan comes, they often talk and laugh.

It so happened that the salesgirl was on leave today.

Sister Guan lowered her Ray-Ban sunglasses halfway and glanced at the entire store.

Tilting his mouth, he asked: "Is Sonia not here?"

It was the beginning of autumn, but Sister Guan was dressed very refreshingly.

A tacky floral miniskirt, a Hermes leather handbag, and elegant brown boots, revealing two long white legs.

She raised her sunglasses to reveal her beautiful face with light makeup.

The store was mostly staffed by women, but everyone couldn't help but gasp.

I thought to myself: "She's even prettier in person than on camera!"

"Oh! Ms. Guan. Sonia is on vacation today." As a senior salesperson, I naturally took a step forward to greet the customer.

"Who are you?" she asked directly. As she spoke, she took off her sunglasses and hung them on the lower part of her dress.

The dress sagged slightly under the weight of the sunglasses, revealing a faint cleavage beneath her snow-white chest.

I told her my name.

She didn't even nod in response.

I started to take her around and introduce her to the new products.

Normally she is most familiar with Sonia and has no impression of me as a clerk at all.

I started by introducing the new season accessories to her.

She didn't seem interested in chatting with me.

I introduced her to this year's hottest rings.

"Let me try." She said coldly.

Then she stretched out a jade hand and stopped in front of me.

She motioned for me to bring it for her.

I always treat guests with warmth, so I gently held her little hand with one hand and put the ring on her finger with the other.

The artist's hands are indeed well maintained, soft and white.

"Ms. Guan, what do you think?"

She waved her hand, looked in the table mirror, shook her head, and removed the ornaments.

He's acting like a celebrity.

The salesperson next to me also felt it was not worth it for me.

Suddenly, a group of mainland tourists rushed in shouting.

I visited here yesterday.

They held receipts and bags of goods, and banged on the counter.

They said we miscalculated the money and cheated them.

The only two female employees left in the store besides me went to comfort them.

They spoke Mandarin and were being unreasonable and the argument got louder and louder.

Sister Guan was very annoyed and asked me: "You are the oldest, right?"

Indeed, the manager is having lunch, and among those on duty now, I have the highest position. I answered her.

"They are very noisy. Can you close the store for a while so I can take my time choosing clothes?"

"Ms. Guan, this is not in accordance with the rules. The company has never had such a practice."

"Do you want me to call Edmund and ask him in person if it's okay?"

Edmund is the decision maker of our Hong Kong branch. If you bother him, it will definitely make things worse.

"Okay." Under the pressure of her evil power, I agreed.

I asked the shop assistant to greet and appease the mainland customers, and Miss Guan also asked her assistant to help.

After the door closed with a sound of Yima, my Miss Guan and I were the only ones left in the store.

"This is not legal at all," I complained to her.

She seemed to be completely deaf to what was said and went straight to the shoe department.

I quickly followed her and introduced this season's new products to her one by one.

She picked out a pair of black leather boots, and without even glancing at them, she put her right leg on the small sofa.

He said softly and coldly: "I want to try this."

She didn't see me as a male employee at all, but only as a substitute for Sonia.

As the saying goes, men and women should not touch each other, but I have no choice but to put customers first.

I had no choice but to bear it in silence and hold her slippery little knees.

She has a perfect body proportion and her kneecaps are just the right size.

I held her with one hand and used the other to pull down the zipper of her brown boots at her calf.

With a "Yi——" sound, the white calf was exposed.

I believe it is because I don’t work hard and walk much on a daily basis, so my calves are in such good shape.

There was no nail polish, but the five toenails were carefully cared for and polished to look beautiful.

The skin on the instep of the foot is so white that light blue capillaries can be seen through it.

I gently pinched her calf, which was full of flesh and felt like baby skin.

I put on our black boots and zipped them up.

She put it on and lifted her right foot lightly.

My eyes followed her right leg on the sofa, along her plump thigh.

"Huh!" I exclaimed, from this angle I can even see her panties!

The black lace panties are clearly visible.

I know she wasn't careless.

But after closing the store, she seemed to have no taboos at all and didn't treat me as a human being!

I'm just a dog trying on clothes for her!

"The shoe shape is not good, too monotonous." Sister Guan twisted her waist and continued: "It seems like something is pressing against the heel."

"How could that be?"

"Look at this." Miss Guan said coldly and stretched her legs towards me.

I had no intention of arguing with her, so I squatted down and reached out to help her tidy up.

Reach your right hand down the shoe shaft.

Because the shoe shaft is cut to fit very closely, my palms and fingers fit perfectly against her smooth and flawless legs.

The hem of the floral skirt swayed at the tip of my nose.

I've never been this close to a grown woman, except my girlfriend.

After much hard work, I squeezed my right hand through the shoe shaft through the calf to the heel.

My hand slid to her warm heel, and I touched it up and down. It turned out that it was the insole that was pressing against it.

I fixed the insole with my hands and then pulled my hand out from the narrow shoe that was pressed against her delicate legs.

"Are you satisfied, Miss Guan?" I asked politely.

"Hmm." She took a look and tilted her mouth: "The shoe shape is always bad."

Then he asked me to take off my boots.

I didn't give up and took her to the evening wear department immediately.

The evening wear department is filled with luxurious evening gowns.

There are few styles and the quantity is limited, so it can be said to be a must-have list for socialites to attend dinner parties.

Miss Guan took off each piece of clothing one by one, selected two long evening gowns and went to the dressing room to try them on.

I waited outside, feeling unhappy.

I wondered why I had to deal with such a troublesome guest on such a beautiful afternoon.

After a while, a female voice called out to me in the locker room. "Come in and help!"

I walked over quickly, took a look, and was stunned.

A large, snow-white jade back appeared before my eyes. I was stunned.

"How can a stupid Edmund hire someone? Come and help me! I can't zip my zipper!"

The light blue evening dress is simple in design, with a long zipper running from the hips to the back.

But when she put it on, the zipper got stuck at the back of her waist.

When I looked closely, I found that the zipper head was caught on the seam of the fabric next to it and was stuck.

The snow-white and flawless skin sets off the noble and chic look very beautiful.

"Yes, yes." I offered my hand to help.

But the zipper was stuck tight.

"Hurry up, you clumsy guy!" she shouted again.

So I pulled with one hand and held her slender waist with the other hand for leverage.

Great figure, slim waist.

The snow-white and clear back of the woman was right in front of me.

A picture that you can never see on a TV screen.

This must be the scene that all her fans are flocking to.

But I don't have that kind of interest. I just want to deal with it quickly and get rid of the troublesome guest.

Still can't pull it.

If it's so tight, you can't even take it off, let alone put it on.

"Miss Guan, I'm sorry."

My hands let go of her slender waist and slid up to grab her bare shoulders, making it easier for me to apply force.

I pressed her small and delicate shoulder and pulled hard with my other hand.

"It hurts! How can anyone be as stupid as you!"

I took a deep breath, exerted more strength, and pulled!

As the zipper moved, her other hand couldn't hold on tightly due to the counter-force, and it couldn't slide to her snow-white chest in time.

Beautiful and elastic breasts.

I thought, oh no.

It was just a misunderstanding, I had no improper thoughts at all, and I immediately pulled my hand away.

Before I could say the words "hug" or "apology", she turned around and gave me a stern look.

"Idiot! My name is Edmund and you don't have to come to work tomorrow."

Even though I was in such a predicament and was scolded like a fart,

But I still had to unzip it.

Stinky zipper! It's all your fault!

I was so angry that I squeezed the zipper with my thumb and index finger, using all my strength.

One pull!

"hiss-------"

I almost fainted.

The zipper still wouldn't open, and the material of the evening dress was torn apart on her chest.

She spread the sides to reveal her black bra.

"Wow~~~~" Sister Guan screamed and covered her face.

Her assistant rushed in from the door upon hearing the noise. The shop assistants also ran in.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I didn't mean it!" I bowed my head and apologized repeatedly.

Oh no! Oh no!

"I'll call Edmund right now!" She picked up the phone with one hand, changed her clothes angrily and left.

As expected, I received warning letters two days in a row. Severely criticized me for my mistakes that day.

The goal of becoming a branch manager was shattered.

After this incident, my colleagues also became very cold towards me.

I voluntarily submitted my resignation letter.

I thought the incident was over, but the nightmare was just beginning.

I discovered that my specialty was the service industry, and I was determined to get back into that field.

So he borrowed 200,000 yuan from the bank and his family and became his own boss.

Opened a Korean clothing store upstairs. Most of the customers are regular customers.

I'm afraid of buying it, so this time I only sell men's clothing.

Men are always more open-minded and generous, and less petty than women.

The business has a good reputation and is booming.

Unexpectedly, one quiet morning, when the store had just opened and there were no customers yet, a familiar face walked into the store.

It’s Sister Guan.

She is dressed very simply today. White short-sleeved shirt, denim hot pants, and wool low-top shoes.

"It's you!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" she cried out incontinence.

"It's you!!" I thought to myself that I was in big trouble.

"I was introduced here by an acquaintance. I heard there are many fashionable Korean styles. So you are the owner!" She smiled.

Indeed, nowadays I have many celebrities, artists and singers visiting me.

She certainly didn't expect that she couldn't kill me that day, but today, I can kill the cockroach by myself.

He became a small boss with considerable fame and prestige in the industry.

"My dad's birthday is tomorrow and I want to pick out some shirts for him. The newest ones," she asked, her voice rising a half-note.

"Look around. Everything is new." Anyway, I'm the boss now, so I ignored her and focused on the account book.

She was choosing from two rows of men's clothes on hangers.

After choosing one, throw it on the ground. How rude!

"What are you doing!" I shouted. Today is not who I was back then.

"Isn't it possible for me to choose clothes?" She threw two more shirts on the ground.

"I'm not greeting you! Go ahead and mess around!" She was challenging my bottom line.

"I'm telling you! Many of your regular customers are also my good friends inside and outside the circle!

"If you don't greet me today, let's see who will suffer!" She refused to give in.

I took a deep breath and sat down.

"I want this one. My father is about the same size as you, what size should he wear?" After some fussing, she chose one.

"This one will do." I found one from the back storage.

This is the last extra large size.

Before I sent her away, I teased her on purpose so that she could go home and have a good life.

Unexpectedly, she immediately opened the package and took it over.

"How can it be so big?" She measured her body.

"That's it." I said coldly. He greeted her unhappily. Go away, you shrew.

"Put it on and try it on." She handed the shirt to me.

"No." I retorted.

"Hurry!" she yelled.

I was in a bad mood and wanted to get rid of her, so I took the clothes and put them on.

"Isn't it just right?" I showed it to her. Honestly, it's really too big.

"How is it possible that it doesn't fit my body at all? I can fit into it too!" She questioned, looking at the collar of her clothes.

"You're exaggerating," I said, pouting. Mix it up quickly.

"I can really fit in there!" She knew I was trying to make things difficult for her, but she didn't give in at all.

"Impossible." I said even harder.

"Will you bet with me?"

Before she finished scolding him, he came up from under her clothes!

Before I could stop her, she made a "whoosh" and crawled out from under my clothes and got into them.

I put my cheeks against my cheeks.

Even though it's an extra large size, it's not that big. The two bodies were forced together.

"What are you doing!!!!!!!!" I shouted at her in response to her endless chatter.

"You said I couldn't fit into this dress! I'll try and show you! Look! Now can two people fit into it!" I yelled in my face.

"So what! You buy it or not! If you don't buy it, get out!" I shouted. I really don't want to get into an argument with this woman.

"Tell me who's right and who's wrong now! Who's right and who's wrong!" she yelled like a shrew.

Our bodies were bound together by a shirt.

I felt the protruding warmth of her breasts against my chest.

She forced her way in, her hands having nowhere to go, so she clamped them around my waist.

"Okay, okay! You're right, you're right! If you don't want to buy it, forget it! Go, go!"

Our bodies were pressed together, our chests and bellies were joined together.

I felt deeply embarrassed and tried to push her away with my hands and grab her slender waist.

"What are you doing! You little pervert!" she screamed.

"You came in here on your own and you still have the nerve to blame me!" I shot back.

She wanted to pull herself back out.

The soft breasts rubbed against my chest.

Our heads were close together and I could feel her warm breath next to my ear.

Her hair gently tapped my chin.

She squeezed my waist, trying to gain leverage to get out.

She twisted her waist and turned her thighs left and right, but found that she couldn't get out.

"What happened to you!" I asked.

"It's all your nonsense that got me in here. Now I can't take it off."

She turned her head and scolded me, touching my cheek with her nose nonchalantly.

"You're right about everything!" I ignored her and decided to lift up my shirt with my hands and take it off.

The oversized shirt was very long, reaching to her hips.

I reached out to her hips and tried to take off her shirt.

"Ah!!!!!!!" She was caught off guard by my hands touching her little butt and she screamed, "Let go! Pervert!"

"Listen to me! I just want to take off my shirt!" I yelled after being repeatedly accused of lying.

Unexpectedly, their clothes were so tight that I couldn't pull the shirt up any further after I pulled it to her hips.

I moved back and forth, rubbing my knuckles against the perky buttocks of her jeans.

"What are you doing!" She moved forward to avoid my hand, and our bodies were pressed even tighter against each other in her clothes.

The lower body touched the lower body through the waistband.

I was wearing shorts and my calves could feel the touch of her fleshy calves.

"How could this happen?" She seemed a little impatient, twisting and struggling in her shirt.

The left and right breasts kept pressing against me.

The two of them were squeezed in their clothes and felt very uncomfortable.

Light beads of sweat appeared on our cheeks and bodies, slowly filling up.

"Idiot! Idiot! What do you say we should do now?" she yelled in my ear again.

"I'll get the scissors," I thought.

"I should have thought of that earlier! Idiots are idiots!" she burst out in rapid succession.

Where are the scissors?

"In the work cabinet over there."

So, I staggered forward step by step, and she cooperated with me by staggering backward step by step.

I struggled to get to the middle of the store with my body close together.

I didn't care about the piles of clothes she had just thrown on the floor.

He slipped and fell to the ground with her.

"Idiot~~~~~~~~~~~!!" This seems to have become my exclusive synonym.

My body was pressing against hers.

When he fell, he didn't have time to dodge and his mouth hit her eyelid.

"You filthy pervert!!! I'm calling the police!!!!"

"It's a misunderstanding, it's a misunderstanding!!!" The more I explained, the worse it got.

She twisted her body, trying to stand up, her long legs stretched out to find support.

Due to gravity, my lower body moved towards her lower body.

"What are you doing!!!!!!!!!" she snapped. He wanted to slap me, but his hands were stuck inside his shirt.

"You opened your legs yourself! And you blame me!" Shrew. shrew.

"Tell me what we should do now!!" she shouted under me.

My face was only a few centimeters away from mine. Every time she spoke,

I could feel her sinking and breathing.

"That's easy to say! It's all your fault! I even made an appointment with a guest at 12 o'clock!" We both kept struggling.

A drop of sweat from my forehead dripped onto her face.

"Wow!!!!!!!! Idiot! Idiot!" she became hysterical.

After a while of yelling, she said: "Okay! Okay! Okay! You have guests coming later.

Let them see how you molest me!"

"This is just a misunderstanding! I never molested you! Don't insult me!"

"Isn't this considered indecent?" Her eyes became fierce, as if she wanted to kill me.

Slowly she moved her hand from under my shirt to the waistband of my pants.

"What are you doing!" The woman was crazy.

"Let everyone see! Anyone would think that someone who takes off his pants is not normal!" She used her delicate hands to grope for the waistband of my pants.

"You're trying to wrong me!" I yelled at her. This poisonous woman!

"You've caused me so much trouble! Last time you made me look foolish in the mall, and now you've put me in such an embarrassing situation again!" She slowly unbuttoned my pants.

"Let go!!!!" I yelled.

But my hands were pressed to the floor by her plump hips.

She slowly unzipped my pants and with both hands pushed them down to my thighs.

"Now just wait for your guests to arrive! Let's have a good discussion!" She glared at me.

"You're taking this too far! You know this can be a big deal or a small one! But it's a criminal offense!"

My thin panties were pressed against her crotch. Feel the rough texture of her jeans.

"I don't care." She snorted and made a clever comment.

"Stop that!" I used both hands to try to pull myself out from under her hips.

She touched my underwear with her hand and said, "How can you not hold back in front of an artist or singer?"

Her delicate hand gently stroked my underwear, and her palm gently held my penis through the thin cloth.

"I have a fiancée!!!" I twisted my lower body wildly.

"You're taking advantage of a celebrity touching your dick."

At first she wanted to accuse me of molestation, but somehow she suddenly became frivolous.

Although my mouth was hard, driven by instinct, my cock involuntarily grew bigger.

She used her slender fingers to gently squeeze from the testicles, to the penis, to the glans.

Then my penis slipped out from the crotch of my underwear and I gently grasped it.

"Is it quite strong? He has a strong sexual desire. No wonder he is rude to me many times. He has been eyeing me since Taikoo Plaza." She smiled lasciviously with a curved eye.

I couldn't help but feel excited, and my body trembled: "How many times have I told you! It's a misunderstanding! I don't have any improper thoughts about you! Not even a thought!"

"Really?" She said coldly, her delicate hands stroking my erection: "But the body is very honest."

"I have a fiancée." To be honest, she touched me better than my wife, and my breathing started to become a little rapid.

She stuck out her little pink tongue and licked from my neck to my chin and then to my earlobe.

Although I was on top, we were trapped in one shirt and I had no way of escaping.

After much difficulty, he pulled his hands away from under her hips, but his elbows were unable to bend due to his clothes. He had no leverage and could not stand up.

"What a thick cock!" she said as she licked it.

"If you stop, you will be seen."

Although there aren't many people on this upper floor, it's inevitable that someone will come up here!

Finally, I felt her hand withdraw.

I exhaled. Very good.

"Listen to me," I was about to explain to her.

As he spoke, he felt her hands fiddling strangely with his lower body.

It turned out that she was trying to unbutton her denim shorts!!!

With her deft hands, she quickly pulled her pants down to her thighs.

She clamped my cock nakedly between her plump thighs.

I couldn't believe it! My penis was touching the artist's thigh without any barrier!

"No, no!" I screamed. The only thing on my mind is my girlfriend at home.

"You stupid pig, how could anyone be so fat as you and yet let it slip away?"

I saw her expression change, her face turned red, her mouth began to open, her breathing became a little rapid, and then her eyes became slightly dazed.

My thing was moving more and more involuntarily, approaching her vagina.

Her two fat white thighs rubbed back and forth on both sides of my penis.

"Miss Guan" looked at this slut and couldn't stand the friction of her fleshy thighs, and became incoherent.

She said as she rubbed my penis.

The other hand rubbed his own vagina back and forth.

Our chests were pressed against each other, and I could feel her heart beating rapidly beneath her soft breasts.

"You can't stop it. How do you want me to live in front of my girlfriend from now on?"

I mumbled, my thoughts becoming confused.

She moved my penis and aimed it at her vagina.

"Stop," I called weakly.

The first thing I felt on my glans was dense hair, followed by a mature vagina, with two labia minora sandwiched between the fat labia majora.

Without further ado, insert!

I opened my mouth in surprise, my penis was completely buried in Sister Guan's vagina.

His body trembled, and he groaned, "Oh - Ouch - Mmm - Mmm"

I never thought that singers have such tones besides singing.

She put the little thing into my mouth and swirled it around wetly.

She was under me, slowly moving her lower body, pushing it up again and again.

The vaginal walls gently wrap around and release my penis.

I said no, but I felt the veins on the big thing in my lower body were exposed. It was so painful and I had never experienced such a pain before.

To be honest, my girlfriend is not that pretty.

Not such a good figure.

There's no way to tease a man like this.

Not so lascivious.

"Ah--yo--oh--oh--" she moaned softly in my mouth.

My consciousness became fuzzy and I began to lose control. My waist slowly gained strength and my lower body began to move on its own.

His hands were also filled with sensuality and placed back under her hips.

We were wearing the same coat on both our upper body, and she was rubbing my lower body back and forth, which looked really funny.

I grabbed her naked, fleshy buttocks and squeezed them hard. The whitened buttocks were twisted and deformed, and the buttocks opened and closed.

"Ah--yo--yo--yo--oh--oh--" she screamed even louder.

Also reaching down to my firm male buttocks.

The only sounds in the entire fashion store were her moans, my panting, and the hum of the old air conditioner.

I was thrusting harder and harder, totally forgetting about my girlfriend.

"Sister Guan—Jia—Sister Guan—" I called her name.

It feels very mysterious. A woman who only appears on the screen and is out of reach,

Because of a grudge, they were forced to perform the most intimate behavior between male and female humans.

The more I thought about it, the more excited I became, and the harder I thrust.

"Mmmmmmmmm ahh ...

The sweat on our faces blended together. Swallowing heads and tangling around.

I felt a wave of heat in my lower body.

Her plump breasts pressed against my chest, swinging along.

I saw her whole body start to twitch, and I knew that both she and I were about to reach orgasm.

"Puff", my semen shot into Sister Guan's vagina like an arrow.

Sister Guan was trembling slightly, and she collapsed on my chest.

With his eyes blurred, he gasped heavily, "Ah - Ahhhhhhhhh."

I put my head in her hair and smelled the fragrance of her high-end shampoo.

We were still bound together by our shirts.

It was not easy for him to stand up and cut off his coat.

We didn't say anything.

I lowered my head as if I had done something very ashamed, and only thought about my girlfriend at home.

I thought the incident was finally over.

Unexpectedly, when she left, she said something.

"I'll come again next Saturday, and you have to close the shop so I can try on clothes." She said to me coldly with that Pacific Place look again.

"I won't let you come again!" I drew the line.

"Really? Then I'll tell your girlfriend." She straightened her clothes.

"You don't know my girlfriend." I picked up the clothes scattered on the ground.

"Do you think I can't find out?" she said before closing the door.

I swallowed my anger.

The next week, she actually came up.

"My saxophone is broken." These were the first words she said when she came up.

"What does it have to do with me?" I looked at the number book.

"You," she pointed at the tip of my nose, "will be my saxophone."

"What do you mean?" I looked up.

"Let me blow it." Her eyes narrowed again, revealing her signature dimples.

"What the hell did you say!" I yelled. She was being too arrogant.

"I have found your girlfriend's information." She spread out the paper in her hand. It turns out she is my girlfriend.

The door of the fashion store slowly closed.

For a year or two, she and I secretly led a messy and lustful life.

I have been coerced by her silence.

Until one day.

She told me that she had a fiancé outside the circle.

This is completely the opposite of the guest!

I can finally turn the tables on her.

Her fiancé is a small businessman, and she absolutely cannot afford to make any mistakes.

I have every right to break off relations with her.

My wife and I are living a happily married life.

But I would rather she be like this.

I often give her a small vibrator and ask her to put it in her vagina so that she can sing and dance on stage.

Use the micro pager to command her to complete an action.

Once, the Guan family group attended an award ceremony.

I also gave her a vibrator and a micro pager.

In the middle of the ceremony, Kwan Ju-ying received the award.

I thought of a funny thing.

"Go grab that prize," I yelled into my pager, activating my vibrator remotely.

"How can this be possible?" she exclaimed.

"Then I will tell your husband everything that happened between us. Think about it carefully.

Hahaha"

"Kwan Chor Ying!!!!!" the host shouted.