βDevil Shen secretly writes erotic fiction?β
After reading the message, Yang Haoran was astonished. He never would have thought that someone as stunning as Aunt Shen would secretly write obscene novels.
Unable to curb his curiosity, he quickly typed back: βAunt Shen, what are the titles of the novels you wrote?β
Well-versed in the world of pornographic literature, having read countless erotic stories, he was determined to see what kind of fiction Devil Shen had written. He planned to critique it thoroughly.
This time, Shiwen took a full minute to reply, clearly indicating his inner turmoil.
βOne is called βLove and Desire,β another is βThe Bitch and The Masterβ… thatβs all.β
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There were seven or eight titles in total. To Yang Haoranβs surprise, werenβt these the works of βQingyue,β a leading author in the BDSM genre of erotic fiction?
Qingyueβs books were, without a doubt, his favorite. He had read almost every one of them. They were known for their exquisite prose and gripping, tumultuous plots. One particularly explicit work, The Bitch and The Master, was depicted so vividly and realistically it felt alive.
The plot revolved around a female protagonist with masochistic tendencies who falls in love with her best friendβs son and repeatedly seduces him. The first half of the story focuses on this dynamic: under the nose of her unsuspecting best friend, she uses various methods to seduce the sonβthe male lead of the storyβeventually recognizing him as her master. She willingly degrades herself, begging the male lead to train and dominate her, to mold her into his obedient bitch.
The latter half of the novel details the male leadβs training of the female protagonist. Through repeated sessions of domination, she becomes increasingly promiscuous and daring, embodying the role of a true bitch more and more.
Sometimes, in pursuit of greater thrills, she begs the male lead to secretly train her right under his motherβs watch. At first, they manage, but as the saying goes, paper canβtε δ½η« (contain fire)βespecially as their games become more brazen. Eventually, the male leadβs mother detects something amiss. After a series of tense, strategic confrontations, the male lead is forced to come clean to his mother.
At that point, Yang Haoran thought it was the beginning of the end: the male lead would be compelled by his mother to leave the female protagonist, and this perverse, abnormal relationship would be brutally ended by the motherβs intervention, dying a silent death.
But the ingenious twist was that when the male lead confessed to the female protagonist that their relationship had been discovered by his mother, she wasnβt panicked at all. Instead, she seduced him further, and he, unable to resist temptation, joined forces with her.
The two conspired to entrap the male leadβs mother, manipulating her into committing incest with her own son. Afterwards, the female protagonist retreated into the background, letting the mother believe their relationship had ended, thus lulling her into a false sense of security. Under the female protagonistβs meticulous planning from behind the scenes, the male lead repeatedly engaged in incestuous relations with his mother. Gradually, through his training, he transformed his mother into another bitch beneath him.
In the final scene of the story, as the male lead leads his naked mother, now wearing a collar, on all fours, the female protagonist makes her appearance!
The story concludes at this moment. The authorβs final passage describes the female protagonist watching her best friend crawling like a bitch, a faint smile playing on her lips.
The truth was now clear!
When Yang Haoran read this, he couldnβt help but exclaim, βBrilliant!β It became evident that the female protagonistβs repeated seduction of the male lead under his motherβs watch was intentionalβall part of her plan to eventually drag the mother down with them. This way, no one could ever stand in the way of their relationship again.
As brilliant as it was, while reading it, Yang Haoran had always felt a strange sense of familiarity. The methods the female protagonist used to seduce the male lead seemed similar to some that Aunt Shen had used on him. Moreover, the male leadβs personality closely resembled his own, though the character was far bolder, unlike Yang Haoran himself, who had the desire but lacked the courage.
Recalling that the author βQingyueβ was actually Aunt ShenβDevil Shenβleft Yang Haoran in a daze. Did this mean the female protagonist was written based on Aunt Shen herself, and the male lead was modeled after him?
βSo that meansβ¦β Yang Haoranβs eyes lit up, as if he had grasped something profound, his face flushed with excitement.
The more he thought about it, the more restless he became, his blood boiling. Following this logic, the female protagonistβAunt Shenβhad masochistic tendencies and, in reality, had designs on him. The only problem was his own incompetence.
The thought of Aunt Shen, a breathtakingly beautiful woman, combined with the vividly depicted debauchery from the book, made Yang Haoran wish he could use his own βqilin armβ for a quick release right then.
βSmackβ¦ so useless.β
Yang Haoran slapped himself across the face. How could he think of solving this with βMiss Five Fingersβ at a time like this? He deserved that.
Suppressing his emotions, he realized that if this were all true, taking the initiative himself could lead to Aunt Shen willingly falling into his hands. Then, he could play with her however he wished.
Judging by the female protagonistβsβAunt Shenβsβlevel of depravity in the book, she might even be eager for him to train her into his personal bitch.
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In a villa in City G, Zhou Shiwen lay on his bed, staring blankly at the chat interface with a complex expression.
Scattered on the floor beneath his bed were piles of tissues, emitting a pungent odor.
What he hadnβt told the other person was that the reason he had skipped school today was to stay home and read these novels. He had copied the files from his motherβs computer to his phone and spent the entire day immersed in them. He read Love and Desire and The Bitch and The Master, focusing particularly on the latter. He was so engrossed he forgot to eat or sleep.
After reading a significant portion, he realized that the female protagonist was undoubtedly based on his mother, while the male lead was modeled after his childhood friend, Yang Haoran. Logically, he should have been furious, but for some reason, he found it incredibly stimulating. The piles of tissues on the floor were proof.
While reading, he unconsciously inserted himself as the son of the female protagonistβeven though the character had no son in the bookβand imagined Yang Haoran as the male lead. He didnβt understand what was happening to himself, why he had suddenly become so perverted and unfamiliar.
This book seemed to have opened a door to a new world for him, yet it also felt like it was dragging his life into an endless abyss.
He didnβt know that Yang Haoran had also read The Bitch and The Master, but he knew that once he revealed his mother was the author, the other would undoubtedly read it. Then, events would likely unfold exactly as his twisted inner desires had envisioned.
He had just undergone intense internal struggle and agony, but in the end, an overwhelming wave of perverted desire surged within him, gradually burying his rationality. Desire had triumphed over reason.
Having revealed everything, he should have been feeling excitement, stimulation, and the surge of desire. But he wasnβt. Perhaps because a shred of conscience remained, all he felt now was boundless emptiness and pain.
He regretted it. He deeply regretted telling the other.
A tear slowly trickled from the corner of his eye, then, as if unable to hold back any longer, his face became streaked with tears.
βSmackβ¦ smackβ¦ smack smackβ¦β
Suddenly, his right hand trembled and lifted, and without warning, he slapped himself hard across the face. A bright red handprint was clearly visible on his otherwise handsome face. Then, as if losing control, he began frantically slapping himself, the sharp, clear sounds of the blows echoing throughout the room.
After what felt like an eternity, he seemed to calm down. Softly, he whispered to himself:
βIβ¦ mustβ¦ stopβ¦ Haoran. I mustβ¦ stopβ¦ all of this. I must personallyβ¦ rectify the mistake Iβve made.β
The more he spoke, the more fluent he became. His gaze grew increasingly determined, as if he had found a direction, a way to regroup and move forward.
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Authorβs Note: Donβt complain about the slow pace or lack of explicit scenes. A good novel, even pornographic ones, should be fleshed out with a solid plotline. If I write, I commit to doing my best. The story has now unfolded, and the explicit scenes and training plot will take turns to make their appearance.