“Bend over the railing. Your master is going to take your virginity today.”
“Here?”
“Are you unwilling?”
“Noโฆ It’s not thatโฆ Masterโฆ could we change locations?”
Faced with Yang Haoran’s stern expression, Xiao Shaowan’s tone involuntarily softened. But the desolate environment of the rooftop, especially with students coming and going downstairsโeven though they were too high up to be seen clearlyโmade her deeply resistant to the idea.
Kneeling at Yang Haoran’s feet, she looked up at him, on the verge of tears, and pleaded, “Masterโฆ Wan Nu is doing this for the first time. We could go to a hotel or back to the rental unit. Could we please not do it here? I beg you, Masterโฆ I beg youโฆ”
As she pleaded, tears welled up in the corners of her eyes. After all, this was her first time, a once-in-a-lifetime experience. She didn’t want it to happen in a place like this.
Xiao Shaowan cried pitifully, her tears falling like rain, a sight that could move any heart. If it were another guy, or one of her admirers, they might have given in to her pleas.
But Yang Haoran had his own intentions. From a PUA perspective, he wanted to make her feelๅๅพฎ (humble/lowly) and ไธ่ดฑ (degraded/cheap) in every way, to instill a sense of inferiority and worthlessness. In this state, she would become more dependent on him and easier to control in the future.
“I never repeat myself,” Yang Haoran said coldly, looking down at Xiao Shaowan, who was kneeling before him with red, tear-filled eyes. Unmoved, he began counting in a chilling tone, “Oneโฆ twoโฆ”
Before he reached three, years of conditioned subservience made Xiao Shaowan stop crying. Trembling, she slowly rose to her feet. This time, without Yang Haoran having to say anything, her pale, delicate arms shook as she reached out and gripped the railing. She bent her slender waist slightly forward and raised her beautiful buttocks.
As she assumed this position, tears filled her eyes again, and a few drops silently traced down her cheeks, falling almost inaudibly onto the rooftop floor.
Bent over with her hips raised, Xiao Shaowan’s figure appeared even more curvaceous and alluring. Beneath her black pleated skirt, a section of her tender, pale thighs was exposed, followed by a striking pair of long, straight legs. Her skin, sheathed in flesh-toned stockings, looked delicate and smooth, reflecting a subtly lewd glow under the setting sun’s rays.
Yang Haoran was quite satisfied with these exquisite legs, feeling an impatient itch. He decided to start by savoring the taste of Xiao Shaowan’s beautiful legs as an appetizer.
He crouched down, bringing his head close to her calf, encased in the sheer stockings, and took a light sniff. A faint, delicate fragrance wafted into his nostrils. He closed his eyes slightly, savoring it. It didn’t smell like perfume, nor was it mixed with sweat. It was more like the natural scent of a budding young girl in her primeโpure and intoxicating.
The fragrance was clear and rich, subtle yet distinct. With the first whiff, it seeped into his heart and lungs; with the second, the faint aroma made him feel somewhat intoxicated; with the third, a sense of comfort and refreshment washed over his body and mind, leaving him feeling invigorated.
As an academic underachiever, Yang Haoran lacked the flowery words to describe it, so he simply thought to himself, “Smells good!”
It was his way of expressing appreciation.
He used to not understand why some people had a fetish for licking women’s legs, but now he was beginning to comprehend. Just smelling it felt pleasantโhe could only imagine how it would taste to lick it.
Yang Haoran stuck out his tongue, like a pervert, and gently licked her stocking-clad leg. The sensation of his tongue grazing her calf through the sheer fabric made Xiao Shaowan’s body tremble slightly.
Without turning around, Xiao Shaowan knew exactly what was happening from the wet, slippery feeling on her calf. She hadn’t expected him to have this kind of fetish, but then again, considering the various perverted training exercises heโd put her through in the past, this was nothing.
Her pale arms steadied themselves against the railing as she maintained her position, her face flushed. She resembled a meticulously prepared dish, waiting for her master to partake.
Yang Haoran slid his tongue up and down her well-proportioned legs, letting his saliva soak through the่็ฟผ-thin (cicada-wing-thin), flesh-toned stockings, invading every inch of Xiao Shaowan’s skin.
Xiao Shaowan felt his tongue roaming aggressively over her legs, dampening her stockings, but she remained silent, enduring it quietly.
She knew her place. Whether it was due to long-term training and conditioning or a complex mix of gratitude and other indescribable emotions, she was willing to submit herself to Yang Haoran’s control. She didn’t expect him to give her anything. Whether he treated her as a toy to be defiled or a pet to be kept, she could accept it calmly.
She didn’t care about herself. Her mother was the last ray of light in her life. Faced with the boy who had saved her from her dark worldโthe one who brought that sole ray of lightโshe was willing to offer everything.
If possible, she hoped that after Yang Haoran grew tired of playing with her, he would give her a child, so that she would have something to rely on for the rest of her life.
A few minutes later, Yang Haoran completed his masterpiece. The flesh-toned stockings were thoroughly dampened from his licking, ensuring his saliva had claimed every inch of her skin. Under the twilight glow, the stockings reflected a lewd sheen.
After taking out his phone to photograph and record the moment, Yang Haoran found it somewhat troublesome. He enjoyed collecting the various็พๅฆ (beautiful/wonderful) moments in his life, but the problem was that these moments often occurred when he was in the middle of “business.” Taking photos during the process was not only cumbersome but also disrupted his rhythm.
When faced with a delicious meal, he preferred to devour it inch by inch, bit by bit, with a่่ฏ (devout/reverent) heart.
Yang Haoran’s thoughts drifted to his younger sister. Having Yao Yao help him with filming seemed like a good idea. Yao Yao was quiet-natured and soft around her older brother, like a harmless little lamb, allowing him to manipulate her as he pleased.
He secretly made up his mind, planning to see if there was a good opportunity to “devour” this little lamb. He had long been coveting Yao Yao.
With her childish face, large breasts, pure and pretty appearance, and obedient personality, she was practically the perfect candidate.
When the time came, he could have Xiao Shaowan lead by example and assist him in training Yao Yao. It would be an excellent way to teach through personal demonstration.
Yang Haoran glanced at Xiao Shaowan’s enchanting figure from behind and solidified his decision.
Although countless thoughts raced through his mind, onlyๅๅ ็ง (a dozen or so seconds) had passed in reality. Yang Haoran looked up at the sun, which had mostly set. It was time to get to the main eventโtaking Xiao Shaowan’s virginity.