Yang Haoran was also visiting this kind of hotel for the first time, and he clicked his tongue in amazement. Tying a woman up here would be no different from using a flesh toilet.
After reflecting for a moment, Yang Haoran led Yaoyao and Wannu into the large suite on the right. It was spacious, with a large bed adorned with white bedding placed against the center of the wall. Four black shackles hung from the four corners of the bed, their purpose self-evident.
The lighting remained warm-toned, and the floor-to-ceiling windows were covered by beige curtains, making the room dim. The spacious suite also contained a sofa set with a tea table, a square wooden frame, and a wooden horse. Protruding from the horse’s back was a vibrator covered in bumps and nodules. Once the carousel started, the vibrator on the horse’s back would simultaneously begin to vibrate—clearly a torture device designed to torment women.
Yang Haoran took slow, dazed steps, inwardly marveling at how perversely creative it all was. He walked to the side of the bed and saw two glass cabinets on either side, filled with a dazzling array of small toys: nipple clamps, bullet vibrators, bells, condoms, and more.
However, Yang Haoran wasn’t focused on these. On the counter of the glass cabinet lay a small instruction booklet. He opened it and skimmed through, finding大致 introductions on how to use some of the toys, explanations that the glass was made of a special material allowing those inside to see out while preventing outsiders from seeing in, and details about soundproofing meeting some international star-rated standard. In short, it assured guests they could play without worries. At the end, a note emphasized that in case of any accidents, the front desk should be contacted immediately, as the hotel had emergency measures in place. However, it also kindly reminded guests to play in moderation.
Clearly, the hotel feared potential accidents, as this note was emphasized three times and included a disclaimer.
After briefly browsing through it, Yang Haoran tossed it aside. He wasn’t into such extreme perversions, especially since the two toys he brought were his own younger sister and daughter—not emotionless playthings.
The suite was rather dim. Yang Haoran had Xiao Shaowan go draw the curtains, instantly brightening the room significantly.
“Yaoyao, you can’t be seen from outside this glass. Don’t be afraid.”
Yang Haoran noticed that Yaoyao, at his feet, trembled as the bright light from the window poured in, clearly frightened.
“Brother…”
In her unease, Yang Mengyao momentarily slipped up, then quickly corrected herself: “Master, maybe we should close the curtains after all!”
Seeing Yaoyao crouched on the ground, as vulnerable as a small animal, Yang Haoran found it somewhat amusing. He crouched down, patted her head, and teased, “Is our esteemed class monitor also afraid?”
Her brother’s intimate gesture eased Yang Mengyao’s anxiety a little. She let out a delicate snort. “Hmph, how could I not be afraid? What’s the difference between Yaoyao now and being completely naked?”
Yang Haoran glanced at the crouching Yaoyao—her snow-white body and the practically see-through cow-print outfit were quite enticing. Pretending to study her, he said, “There is a difference. At the very least, you look more like a dairy cow now.”
This comment made Yaoyao’s recently mustered courage vanish like a receding tide. She shyly lowered her head again just as Xiao Shaowan crawled back to her side.
Two bright, gorgeous girls—one wearing a lewd fetish outfit, the other in a classic JK uniform; one with a childlike face and massive breasts, the other pretty and aloof—now both crouched low at his feet like pets.
Yang Haoran was already burning with desire. He led them to the suite’s sofa and sat down. Under his meaningful gaze, Xiao Shaowan helped unbuckle his belt. He took off his shirt and sat naked on the leather sofa. Between his spread legs, his thick, long, and enormous cock stood erect, prominent veins coiling around the shaft like a dragon. The fearsome, egg-sized glans, freed from its foreskin, stood at attention, eagerly awaiting.
Yang Haoran had Wannu fetch a black leather whip from the suitcase she brought. This whip was the one Xiao Shaowan used to train Yaoyao. He hadn’t expected the hotel to have such a rich and complete array of toys; had he known, he wouldn’t have had Wannu bring it.
It was like Grandma Liu entering the Grand View Garden—his first time, so he wasn’t familiar with it.
“Wannu, lick.”
Yang Haoran’s tone became somewhat stern. Feeling the enveloping warmth and suction of Xiao Shaowan’s soft mouth on his cock, he looked at Yaoyao. “Yaoyao, push your big tits out.”
Yang Mengyao knew her brother intended to torment her breasts now. Pressing her lips together, she was mentally prepared. She shifted from all fours to a kneeling position, presenting the weapons on her chest before her brother, arching her back slightly as if in pride.
On her delicate, seemingly boneless waist, two towering mounds of youthful, massive breasts were exposed under the light, shimmering with a jade-like, milky radiance. Her smooth, fair skin was as crystalline and pure as snow, almost jade-like, to the extent that the veins beneath her skin were faintly visible.
The two proudly pert, bright red cherries were遮掩 by semi-transparent black-and-white triangular fabric patches, petite and adorable, each about the size of a peanut, standing erect atop the酥胸. The young girl’s delicate areolas were a light pink, the size of coins, situated at the base of the crimson cherries.
Her slender waist supported the beautifully shaped, towering massive breasts, creating a intense visual impact that compelled one to exclaim: delicate branches bearing heavy fruit; a beauty so captivating one cannot see past her, truly peerless.
“Yaoyao, your tits are so big, so beautiful!”
Yang Haoran couldn’t help but praise aloud. Even the enormous member in Xiao Shaowan’s mouth seemed to throb, growing hotter and more rigid. She lowered her head, taking it deep into her throat, her moist, soft mouth enveloping it, her tongue灵活地滑动 and soothing the shaft.
Under her brother’s burning gaze, although Yang Mengyao was shy, having undergone training, she mustered her courage and said in a coquettish voice, “Yaoyao’s big breasts grew so large precisely for Master to play with. Please, Master, enjoy them.”
Hearing Yaoyao’s recital-like tone, Yang Haoran didn’t need to think to know Wannu had taught her. But now was正好 the time to indulge without restraint. He reversed his grip on the leather handle, using the hard end to poke at Yaoyao’s tender pink nipple, teasing it slightly a few times. He tugged the triangular fabric patch lower, exposing her delicate, pink, jade-like nipple, then used the handle to tease the cherry. “Yaoyao, since you intend to be a dairy cow, from now on you’ll need lactation injections to produce milk, and you’ll have to wear nipple rings. Understand?”
Seeing Yaoyao’s resistant expression, her pressed lips, and her wronged stare, he felt a twinge of不忍, but hardened his heart and sternly said, “Did you hear me?”
Yaoyao’s clear, bright eyes welled with mist. She sniffled, lowered her head, and mumbled, “I understand. Yaoyao will be brother’s little dairy cow.”
Hearing Yaoyao call him ‘brother’ instead of ‘Master,’ Yang Haoran’s brow furrowed slightly before relaxing. It didn’t matter. Even if ‘brother’ ranked higher than ‘Master’ in Yaoyao’s heart, so what? She was still his.
Yang Haoran adopted a different tone, similarly using the leather handle to pull down the other triangular fabric patch and poke at her nipple, teasing, “You! Still crying like when you were little? Look, your breasts are so big now, yet you’re still crying? Aren’t you afraid people will laugh?”
“I’m not…” Yang Mengyao pouted in rebuttal, then muttered softly, “Yaoyao just… doesn’t want to wear nipple rings…”
“Nipple rings look so good!” Yang Haoran made excuses for his selfish desire. “Nipple rings are just accessories. Your nipples are pink and tender; they’ll look very pretty with rings.”
Yaoyao muttered something under her breath, as if expressing dissatisfaction, yet also seeming to accept her brother’s arrangement.
“Whatever you say… since Yaoyao is yours.”
Although Yaoyao’s voice was as faint as a mosquito’s hum, Yang Haoran heard it clearly. Smiling with satisfaction, the cock being serviced below made him feel even more exhilarated, his lust gradually rising. “Yaoyao, lift your head. Let Master slap your face.”
Yang Mengyao’s delicate body trembled. Slowly closing her eyes, she raised her head, offering up her pure, pretty face.
“Smack!”
A slap landed on her cheek, not too light, not too heavy. She grunted, then repositioned herself for the next strike.
“Smack!”
“Smack!”
Two more slaps landed on her left and right cheeks. This time, the force was greater, leaving clear palm prints on her fair skin. She bit her lip, enduring it. During her training period under her friend Shaowan, she had been slapped before, so her adaptability was much better now.
Under Xiao Shaowan’s training, she had gradually grown accustomed to not being treated as human during these sessions.
Watching Yaoyao neither cry nor fuss, obediently enduring three slaps, Yang Haoran felt extremely pleased. He commanded, “Crawl over. Item nine.”
Training item nine, also known as the gratitude ritual, required that upon receiving the master’s reward or favor, the slave must, akin to the Western hand-kissing ritual—though instead of the hand, the slave kissed the instep or top of the foot—demonstrate the master’s status and her own卑贱.