Compared to her younger sister’s D-cup ample bosom, it might seem a size smaller at first glance, but on Xiao Shaowan’s tall and slender figure, it was undoubtedly a golden ratio, making her undulating curves even more alluring.
Yang Haoran circled around Xiao Shaowan once, thoroughly satisfied with Wan Nu’s body proportions. She truly lived up to her reputation as a campus belle, standing shoulder to shoulder with her sister. Especially while kneeling and bowing, Xiao Shaowan’s already pert and lifted bottom became even more pronouncedโfirm, sexy, and shaped like a succulent, juicy peach.
Countless boys on campus had secretly stolen glances at Wan Nu’s beautiful bottom. Paired with those striking long legs of hers, the sway of her hips was utterly tantalizing. But usually, they only dared to sneak a peek. None were like Yang Haoran now, scrutinizing her in detail as if appraising his own property.
This exquisite, curvaceous young female body was truly a top-tier fuckdoll.
That was Yang Haoran’s internal assessment. Although he had looked many times before in his identity as Xie, even at her naked body, this was the first time he could look so openly and without pretense in his current identity.
“Training Item One. Do you remember?” Yang Haoran looked down at Xiao Shaowan’s moist, red lips and said unhurriedly.
Xiao Shaowan gently bit her lower lip, her gaze not daring to meet his. Even though she had mentally prepared herself for complete openness and honesty, truly facing Yang Haoranโwho just this afternoon had still been her admirer but had now transformed into her masterโshe couldn’t help but feel shy.
Her head instinctively lowered slightly, not wanting him to see the flush on her cheeks. She replied in a soft, gentle voice, “Yes, Master. Wan Nu remembers. Every three days, Wan Nu returns to the rented room to practice Training Item One. The videos were all recorded and sent to Master.”
On Xie’s orders, she had rented a room near the campus. She usually lived on campus, but every three days she had to return to the rented room to record a video. The content consisted of the various service items Xie instructed her in, including daily life routines while in the state of a pet.
“Then what are you waiting for?” Yang Haoran took a step forward, the tent slightly pitched in his crotch drawing close to Xiao Shaowan’s flushed face.
“M-Master, Wan Nu usually practices with toys. This is the first time serving Master. Wan Nu is afraid… afraid she won’t serve Master well.”
Yang Haoran’sๆญฅๆญฅ็ดง้ผ (step-by-step pressing) gave Xiao Shaowan significant psychological pressure. She spoke cautiously and, to show่ฎจๅฅฝ (ingratiation/attempt to please), she leaned her head forward slightly, letting his crotch rest lightly against her lips.
But she felt she had to give some advance warning. She knew that Xieโthat is, Yang Haoranโwas practically a tyrant and had a preference for่ๅพ ๅฅณๆง (abusing women). If her practical service later wasn’t good enough, a whipping was inevitable.
She was an intelligent woman, clear about her position. To him, she was just a plaything, or rather, a kept pet. A pet has no human rights and isn’t worthy of them.
Hearing this, Yang Haoran said indifferently, “Enough of your little tricks. I only care about the results. Poor service just means your usual training hasn’t been up to par.”
“However, your performance today has pleased me. When I’m in a good mood, I can always be more magnanimous.”
Understanding his meaning, Xiao Shaowan’s tense mind relaxed. With this reassurance, she felt relieved. She implemented Training Item Nine: the Gratitude Ritual!
She lowered her head, drew close to Yang Haoran’s sneakers, and intended to kiss the shoe surface as a Gratitude Ritual.
This was Training Item Nine. Upon receiving a gift or favor from the master, she must, similar to the Western hand-kissing ritualโthough instead of the hand, she kissed the shoe surface or instepโdemonstrate the master’s status and her own lowliness.
This was also part of Yang Haoran’s PUA (Pick-up Artist) tactics towards her, part of the so-called training program.
“Not necessary.” Yang Haoran frowned slightly and moved his foot away. He didn’t care about her, but he cared about his own dick, afraid it would get dirty later.
Xiao Shaowan was momentarily stunned, but then she understood Yang Haoran’s meaning. Having her dignity trampled underfoot, only for him to find it dirty, made her feel extremely wronged in that moment.
These routines were taught by him, forced upon her for learning. But when it came to practice, she was met with his disdain.
Seeing Xiao Shaowan’s slightly trembling shoulders, Yang Haoran sighed inwardly. He crouched down, gently stroked her smooth hair, and said in a softer voice, “Wan Nu, Master has walked quite a bit today. The shoes are a little dirty, not suitable for Item Nine.”
This wasn’t due to Yang Haoran’s sympathy overflowing. He was still himself, but his shoes were indeed dirty today, and he was worried it would bother him psychologically during Item One later. However, he couldn’t state it so bluntly. Training a pet shouldn’t rely solely on harshness. As the saying goes, ‘hit with a stick, then offer a candy’; a balance of firmness and gentleness is the correct path.
After these words, Xiao Shaowan felt somewhat better. Even though she understood his true intention, she was still somewhat comforted.
“Yes, Master.” Xiao Shaowan’s clear voice seemed to brighten a little.
“Wan Nu, Item One.” Just like Xie in the past, Yang Haoran issued the command.
Xiao Shaowan’s face flushed. Her red, moist lips parted slightly as she drew close to Yang Haoran’s belt. Her pearly white teeth gently gripped the belt and pulled it down, dragging the pants until they slid down to his knees.
Once the pants were removed, the dragon hidden beneath the gray underwear appeared even more fierce, its head held high, straining against the black underwear, making it taut.
This obviously added considerable difficulty to the next step.
Xiao Shaowan’s delicate brows furrowed slightly. After a moment’s thought, she found a solution.
She moved her head close to Yang Haoran’s waist. First, she carefully used her teeth to grip the waistband of the underwear and pull it down three or four centimeters. Then, repeating the method, she switched to the other side, using her mouth to grip the waistband and pull it down. After two rounds of this, the underwear slid loosely down to his knees.
Releasing a wave of heat, the thick, enormous cock was exposed to the air. Freed from the restraint of the underwear, it still stood erect, pressed tightly against Yang Haoran’s lower abdomen.
The purplish-red glans looked fierce, flaunting itself triumphantly before Xiao Shaowan’s red, moist lips.
“Little Master, your servant will attend to you.” Xiao Shaowan’s pretty face was flushed, her voice as soft as a mosquito’s hum, but she didn’t forget the etiquette.
Even when facing the master’s็ๆฎๅจๅฎ (reproductive organ), the pet must still be respectful, addressing it as “Little Master.” This, again, was a ritual demonstrating the master’s nobility and her ownๅ่ดฑ (lowliness/humility).
Moreover, this was her first time. Previously, her subjects had been training tools. Tools, after all, are inanimate objects; talking about them too much didn’t make her feel shy anymore. But now, putting it into practice, her maidenly sense of shame made her blush crimson.
Yang Haoran was quite satisfied with Xiao Shaowan’s performance. It was worth all the effort he had spent training her. Now, at the time of enjoyment, he naturally felt at ease enjoying the fruits of his labor.