Yet, Yang Haoran did not move an inch. Instead, he was stunned by the scene before him, clicking his tongue in astonishment.
He saw Yao Yao kneeling directly behind the door, wearing a lewd fetish outfit.
On her pure and pretty face, her fair forehead was adorned with an obvious cow-themed headband, complete with cute upright ears. Her smooth, delicate swan-like neck was fastened by a black collar and a silver chain, which was tethered to the door handle.
Following her exquisite collarbone downward, her chest was thrust forward, two magnificent giant breasts barely covered by two triangular pieces of fabric. The cloth near her nipples was only the size of a palm, printed with a black-and-white cow pattern.
The tied-strap style of the fetish outfit constrained Yao Yao’s astonishingly large melons. Between the snow-white, smooth, and tender flesh of her breasts, a deep, pitch-black crevice was squeezed into view, like a bottomless oceanic trench.
The plump, alluring breast flesh, with great expanses of her snow-white, massive tits exposed to the air, were as tender as freshly shelled eggs, delicate and silky.
Set against the erotic cow pattern, this pair of enormous breasts appeared even more indecent and lewd.
Yang Haoran stared intently at Yao Yao’s massive breasts and then noticed that the small pieces of fabric printed with the black-and-white cow pattern were actually semi-transparent.
The sexy, alluring semi-transparent bikini concealed nothing. Yao Yao’s light pink areolas, like gorgeous flowers, encircled the two succulent cherries atop the snowy peaksβher tender, delectable nipples.
The two pink, delicate, and perky nipples pushed against the semi-transparent cow-patterned fabric, forming two obscene protruding points.
Yang Haoran’s gaze traveled downward, following Yao Yao’s smooth, flat abdomen and her soft, supple waist. Below, a matching cow-patterned thong half-covered and half-exposed her critical area. The narrow, triangular piece of fabric was utterly inadequate to conceal Yao Yao’s private parts.
The cow-patterned cloth narrowed increasingly, tapering to a mere two fingers’ width at the point where it reached her honeyed crevice. The slender strip of fabric dug tightly into her enticing, tender slit, offering a faint glimpse of her pink, delicate little pussy.
“Master, your little cow greets you.”
Bearing her embarrassment, Yao Yao touched her head to the cold tile floor. On all fours, she prostrated herself. Paired with the lewd fetish outfit and the adorable headband that trembled with her movements, she resembled a dairy cow kept by its owner, expressing obedience to her master.
Seeing Yao Yao’s lewd and obedient demeanor, a smile appeared on Yang Haoran’s lips. He cast an appreciative glance at Wan Nu, then strode inside. Behind him came the sound of the door closing and Xiao Shaowan’s respectful tone: “Master, this is your daughter’s collar, and this one is Yao Yao’s.”
Yang Haoran turned to look. Xiao Shaowan had produced a black collar from somewhere, attached to a silver chain, which she fastened around her own neck. She knelt on the ground, presenting with both hands the leather handles of two collarsβone for Xiao Shaowan herself, and the other which had originally been attached to the door handle for Yao Yao.
Yao Yao also shifted her kneeling position, as if he were a magnet and she a compass, always orienting herself toward him. She crawled on all fours to position herself beside Xiao Shaowan, though her head remained lowered the entire time, unsure whether out of shyness or because she had not yet adjusted.
Yang Haoran glanced at the door handle and suddenly understood. Wan Nu must have previously attached the collars together on the door handle so that she could quickly put on her own after he entered.
From the moment he entered, she silently emphasized his role as master, using Yao Yao in the cow outfit to surprise him, then swiftly lowering her own posture after he entered, kneeling toward him and presenting the leather handles that symbolized his control over them. It had to be said, Yang Haoran indeed felt quite pleased inwardly; Wan Nu was truly a clever woman.
“Open your mouth. Stick out your tongue.”
As he spoke, Yang Haoran took hold of the handles of the two silver chains. Xiao Shaowan obediently opened her small cherry mouth and, under Yang Haoran’s scrutinizing gaze, stuck out a soft, fragrant tongue. Like a bitch, she panted lightly, emitting lewd, husky sounds of “ha chi ha chi.”
Simultaneously, Yao Yao beside her imitated the action, sticking out her own tongue and panting “hu chi hu chi.” Yang Haoran glanced at her and couldn’t help but laugh. “Yao Yao, you’re a cow. No need to learn from a dog.”
“Ah!”
Yang Mengyao (Yao Yao) was instantly so embarrassed that her face turned as red as a steamer, burning crimson. She looked utterly flustered, tucking her head in like a quail, her heart filled with extreme shame and awkwardness… Brother is really… why didn’t he say so earlier…
Even Xiao Shaowan’s panting expression twisted slightly, as if she were stifling a laugh.
But after Yang Haoran’s gaze returned to her, she quickly resumed her role as a bitch, sticking out her pink, fragrant tongue, utterly devoid of human dignityβa far cry from her usual aloof demeanor in class.
Xu Liang could never have dreamed that his aloof girlfriend had such a contrasting moment, debasing herself to play the part of a bitch, all just to please his “daddy.”
“Come… Master will show you around.”
Holding Yao Yao’s chain in one hand and Wan Nu’s in the other, Yang Haoran led them on a tour of the hotel room.
The luxury suite he had booked featured a small living room not far from the entrance, furnished quite extravagantly. Marble floors, a crystal chandelier emitting a faint red glow, and walls adorned with gilded stripes.
Unconventionally, as a special hotel focused onζ θΆ£ (qΓngqΓΉ, “pleasure”/”fetish”), the walls of the small living room were lined with hooks from which several tools hungβvarious colored whips, differing in thickness.
Aside from the leather sofa and coffee table, one wall of the living room also had a rack stocked with shackles and locks. Judging by the design, they could be used to restrain a person on their knees, locking their neck and limbs in place, rendering them immobile. At the front, there was also a gag-style leather rope muzzle and a blindfold.