Chapter 63: Training Tools

Seeing Yang Haoran’s greedy, burning gaze wandering over her body, Shen Qing appeared very pleased. Her efforts to please him had not been in vain—the results were remarkable.

“Do you like it, little Ranran?”

Shen Qing lifted her alluring eyes to glance at him, a faint blush of shyness spreading across her face. Her two beautiful legs, sheathed in black stockings, unconsciously rubbed against each other. Even the slightest movement was enough to captivate and provoke wild fantasies.

“I like it, I like it so much,” Yang Haoran replied, his voice trembling slightly. She was absolutely exquisite.

“Then, big sister will give you two choices.”

Shen Qing seductively raised two slender, pale fingers and waved them in front of Yang Haoran. “First, give up on me and deviate from the storyline. Second, follow the storyline: I acknowledge you as my master, you become the owner, and I become your bitch—your lewd, slutty bitch beneath you. Which one do you choose?”

“Two… two, two…” Yang Haoran answered eagerly, his desire burning like a raging fire. His lower body was already swollen to the point of agony, straining against his pants so intensely he felt it might tear through the fabric.

Any pity he had felt earlier was now completely forgotten. This enchanting seductress deserved to be ruthlessly fucked by his cock, forced to submit beneath him, and become his personal bitch, his exclusive sexual plaything.

“Hehe…” Shen Qing giggled softly upon hearing his response. “Little Ranran, you really are a pervert, wanting me to be your bitch. If Ruoxi found out, she would never let you off easily~”

She drew out her last words, her luscious red lips parting and closing with each syllable. Yang Haoran felt a wicked heat surge in his lower abdomen, burning with the urge to thrust his cock deep into her mouth.

“If Mom finds out, then I’ll make her my bitch too.”

Familiar with the storyline and aware that Bitch and Master was written by Auntie Shen, Yang Haoran was not afraid of her discovering his depraved, perverted desires. In fact, she might even help him seduce his mother, just like the female lead in the story.

“Little Ranran, if Ruoxi heard you say that, aren’t you afraid she’d beat you to death?” Shen Qing teased. Then, she licked her lips and her tone shifted. “But the thought of a cold beauty like Ruoxi becoming a bitch… now that’s a tantalizing prospect.”

Understanding the implication in Auntie Shen’s words, Yang Haoran felt a thrill of excitement. As expected of the author of Bitch and Master—she actually has these kinds of desires in real life too.

“Alright, it’s getting late. I’ll wait here for you. Go to my bedroom and fetch the tools from the bed,” Shen Qing said, her voice soft and dripping with seduction.

Her words sent a ripple of excitement through Yang Haoran, fueling his anticipation. He hurried toward the bedroom, taking two steps at a time, his rushed pace betraying his eagerness.

Entering the bedroom, he noticed a conspicuous shopping bag beside the large bed. Yang Haoran opened it and glanced inside: a whip, a black collar, a leash, restraint ropes, a flogger, a vibrator, a butt plug, a gag, nipple clamps, ankle cuffs, handcuffs…

The array was overwhelming.

Yang Haoran had not expected such an extensive collection of tools. Stunned by the variety of BDSM equipment, his inner desire to dominate and torment was ignited. His eyes faintly reddened, as if he were already slipping into the role.

Clutching the bag, Yang Haoran hastily left the bedroom.

“Pick out the tools you want to use. You can use whichever you like—I’ll leave myself entirely to your mercy~” Seeing the excited gleam in Yang Haoran’s eyes as he emerged, Shen Qing smiled faintly, her tone dripping with temptation.

“Mhm.” Yang Haoran’s face flushed with intense excitement. He had never felt this exhilarated before; his head spun slightly from the overwhelming thrill.

Once Yang Haoran settled on the sofa, Shen Qing gave him a captivating smile and gracefully knelt before him. With a soft thud, her knees met the cold floor, signaling the beginning of everything.

Yet, as she knelt before Yang Haoran, Shen Qing remained smiling, her enchanting, expressive eyes watching him eagerly as he rummaged through the tools.

What will little Ranran choose?

Yang Haoran first pulled out the black collar—a dog collar—from the shopping bag. Attached to the clasp was a long silver chain, about one and a half meters in length, with a black leather handle at the end for the master to control the bitch.

Then, following the storyline, the whip, handcuffs, ankle cuffs, and nipple clamps were essential. Yang Haoran had no intention of deviating from the plot, so he selected them all.

“Have you chosen?” Shen Qing asked, looking at the array of tools before her without any fear.

“Yes. Come here, Auntie Shen. I’ll put the collar on you first,” Yang Haoran said excitedly.

Shen Qing tilted her head up slightly, exposing her slender, pale swan-like neck, signaling for little Ranran to fasten the collar.

Yang Haoran approached the devilish Shen Qing, unfastened the collar, and slipped it around her delicate neck. He then closed the clasp, securing the black collar firmly around Auntie Shen’s neck.

The black collar stood in stark contrast against her ivory-white skin, creating a striking interplay of black and white that gradually evoked a sense of decadent allure.

Glancing at the tools, Yang Haoran decided to attach the nipple clamps first. They were serrated and gleamed coldly, with a small golden bell hanging beneath—clearly a specialized BDSM tool designed for torturing a woman’s nipples.

“Auntie Shen, how about I put the nipple clamps on you first?” Yang Haoran said in a conversational tone, though he knew Auntie Shen would not refuse.

“That sounds perfect. I’m sure they’ll look very pretty on me,” Shen Qing replied with a light laugh. As she spoke, she began undoing the buttons of her qipao—first one, then two, three, and four.

With each button she loosened, the slightly parted collar revealed a glimpse of enticing beauty. Her large, pale breasts came into view like two majestic peaks.

The slightly opened collar could not conceal their grandeur. Her skin was exquisitely smooth and radiant, like refined jade or mutton fat, glowing with a mesmerizing sheen. Just by looking, one could almost feel their silky texture. A deep cleavage stood between the snow-white breasts, tightly closed, evoking an irresistible urge to bury one’s face between them and breathe in their rich, milky fragrance.

After undoing four buttons, her large, snow-white breasts sprang into view like two plump rabbits, fully exposed to Yang Haoran’s gaze.

Proud, pert, and tipped with bright red cherries, her nipples stood out against the snow-white flesh. Their tender pink hue appeared delicate and succulent, like two shy, juicy red grapes perched atop snowy peaks, waiting to be plucked and savored by a man.

“Auntie Shen, why are your nipples so pink?” Yang Haoran asked, sounding both surprised and curious.

“Don’t you like them?” Shen Qing replied with a seductive smile, avoiding a direct answer.

“I do. It’s just that clamping such delicate nipples with such sharp clamps feels somewhat sinful,” Yang Haoran said, though his words did not match his true feelings.

Noticing the excitement in Yang Haoran’s eyes, Shen Qing附和道： “Since they’re so pretty, won’t it be even more thrilling for you to torture them, little Ranran? These lewd tits and nipples are meant for you to enjoy~”

Hearing Auntie Shen’s wanton, shameless tone, Yang Haoran grew even more aroused.