“What do you think? (emoticon)” The reply came quickly, followed by a shy emoticon.
You little minx!
Yang Haoran felt a tantalizing itch inside as he read it. He continued the flirtatious banter, “So are you an S or an M then?”
“M.”
“Wow… really? I happen to have S tendencies~” He sent the message followed by a lewd sticker.
On the other end, Shen Qing nearly laughed out loud reading Yang Haoran’s messages. She hadn’t expected this little brat to take the bait so eagerly, even before she had sent any provocative photos to lure him in. He was spinning lies without even batting an eye.
She then typed a reply: “So, what do you think of me? (emoticon)” followed by a shy sticker.
“Which aspect are you referring to?”
Yang Haoran pondered for a moment, then feigned ignorance in his reply.
“If I were a product and you were the buyer, how would you rate this product?”
Seeing this response, Yang Haoran knew the other party was finally showing their true colors—the dagger was unsheathed.
It was clear to him now: the person on the other end was a prostitute, and one who enjoyed S&M games at that. As for how she found him, she probably just randomly added users, chatted for a bit, and then steered the conversation toward money.
If the price was right, business would follow. If she sensed he wasn’t financially capable, well, they’d only exchanged a few words—just a few minutes wasted. No big deal. She’d just move on to the next potential client.
Yang Haoran took another look at her profile picture and couldn’t help but marvel at her smoking hot body: huge breasts, a slim waist, plump buttocks—all perfectly proportioned. She was a total bombshell, a sheer masterpiece. Even though her face was pixelated, her figure alone was enough to drive anyone wild.
“Not bad. By the way, is that really you in the profile picture?”
Originally, Yang Haoran had just been in it for some dirty talk, but seeing such an exceptional body, he changed his mind on the spot. A rare beauty like this would be worth spending money on.
After all, given his family’s financial situation, money was the last of his concerns.
On the other end, Shen Qing had been waiting for exactly this question. She immediately replied, “Yes, it is. Why do you ask?”
“I’m quite satisfied with the product, but I’m just worried it might not match the description.”
Oh, you’re a cautious one, little Haoran.
Reading his message, Shen Qing smiled faintly. This time, she didn’t reply immediately. Instead, she opened her photo album, and a grid of titillating pictures immediately popped up. She had come prepared. She selected ten pre-chosen photos and sent them over.
On the other end, Yang Haoran saw that she had sent photos and clicked to view them.
The first photo showed her wearing an extremely revealing sexy JK uniform paired with black mid-calf socks. She stood upright, poised like a product on display or an obedient student. Yet, combined with the highly provocative JK outfit and her smoking hot body, the image radiated a perverse, contrasting allure—a mix of innocence and blatant promiscuity.
The second photo featured a classic maid outfit, though also of the risqué variety. Areas that should be covered were only half-concealed, while parts that didn’t need covering were oddly hidden. The outfit was made of scant fabric, very revealing. The backdrop was the entrance of a villa. Standing before a vermilion door, she resembled a real maid, bowing forward as if welcoming her master home. From the photo’s perspective, her bent posture exposed generous expanses of pale, tender breast flesh and a deep, captivating cleavage—voluptuous and eye-catching, stirring the senses.
The third photo showed her in a white dress with a heart-shaped opening at the chest, revealing vast stretches of snow-white, delicate breast skin. Her enormous, full breasts trembled slightly under their own weight. She wore no bra, relying only on the thin straps on either side of the neckline to support the heavy burden.
Beneath the heart-shaped opening, the semi-transparent white gauze offered a hazy glimpse of the lower curves of her snow-white breasts. At the center, a purple pastie concealed the most mysterious part, like a gift waiting for its owner to unwrap.
The hem of the white dress was extremely short, barely covering half her buttocks. Fortunately, through the semi-transparent fabric, one could faintly make out that she wore a purple, thin-string lace panty. Aside from a small piece of fabric tightly enclosing her private area, the sides consisted of thin strings stretching across her hips, bypassing her buttocks, and connecting together.
Clad in white, she resembled a pure, untainted saintly maiden. Yet, paired with the lewd and revealing outfit, it evoked fantasies of a holy woman’s corruption.
The fourth photo featured a sexy nun outfit… the sixth… the seventh… the eighth…
She wore all sorts of provocative costumes, striking various fiery and seductive poses against different backdrops: a bedroom, a sofa, a balcony, a kitchen, outdoors, and more.
Yang Haoran’s eyes were glued to the screen as he carefully savored each photo one by one. The more he looked, the more a wicked fire surged in his lower abdomen. His pants had long since tented.
His gaze finally settled on the last photo, and he couldn’t help but swallow hard. It was too enticing, too stimulating, too perfectly aligned with his fetishes.
In the photo, the setting was outdoors under a large tree on a grassy field. Dressed in the revealing white dress, she knelt on the grass on all fours like a bitch in heat. Her long, swan-like neck was adorned with a black collar, from which a thin silver chain descended over her towering breasts and deep cleavage before draping onto the ground.
Unfortunately, like all the previous pictures, her face was pixelated. If it weren’t, Yang Haoran would have been able to see that in this submissive bitch-pose, the woman’s lush, full red lips were slightly parted, a seductive little tongue peeking out. Paired with her stunningly beautiful face, the expression would have looked utterly debauched and depraved.
“So? (shy)” the other party messaged.
“Extremely satisfied.”
Yang Haoran swallowed again, then typed rapidly in reply: “What’s the price for the goods?”
On the other end, Shen Qing read the message and gradually fell into thought. She knew little Haoran had mistaken her for a prostitute—which was exactly the impression she had intended to create.
According to the original plan, she was supposed to quote a suitable price at this point. If Haoran agreed, the S male and M female would be a match—both willing and eager. With things progressing this far, the mission would be nearly complete.
But now, at this critical juncture, an uncomfortable feeling welled up inside her. She realized that even though her identity was hidden and he had no idea who she was, she still didn’t want little Haoran to see her as a prostitute—as something cheap and disposable.
Though she didn’t deny the lewdness within herself, in all honesty, she was also an exceedingly proud woman.
Over the years, her suitors had been as numerous as schools of fish in a river; lined up, they could circle City G several times. Among them were elite white-collar professionals, returnees from abroad, CEOs of listed companies… and more.
But she had never been interested. She felt no connection and had coldly rejected every one of them. Otherwise, wealth aside, with her looks and figure, how could she possibly still be single?