Looking at the background information displayed on the blue screen, Shen Qing was somewhat surprised. Her own information was naturally clear to her, but the publicly available details had never been this specific.
For instance, her identity as an author was something she had never revealed to anyone. After all, she wrote erotic books, particularly ones focused on a heavier taste like BDSM-themed stories, which were truly embarrassing to admit.
As for her M tendencies, that was her innermost, most secret desire. Writing stories about domination and submission stemmed directly from this.
She was a mature and stunningly beautiful woman, combined with substantial assetsβmaking her undeniably a wealthy woman among the wealthy. If she were to step into the BDSM scene and acknowledge a Master, it would be hard to ensure that others wouldnβt covet what she had. Once she fell into someoneβs hands, everything she had in real life could be utterly destroyed by that person.
She might even lose the dull, mundane life she had now. Because of this, she entered the online novel community, satisfying her own desires by writing stories about domination and submission.
She had also considered finding a Master to dominate her. Her screening criteria could be summed up in four words: harmless and gentle. At the very least, she wouldnβt be turned into a bitch and then have her Master harm her family.
In return, she could offer her own lascivious body to her Master, allowing him to defile and play with her as he wished, even subjecting her to psychological humiliation and training. She would even willingly be kept like a lowly bitch, since, after all, she was something of a homebody herself.
Initially, she had chosen her best friend Ruo Xiβs son, Yang Haoran. Unfortunately, he was a little brat with a lustful heart but no courage to act. So, she gradually gave up on the idea of finding a Master. Until now, this perfectly sexy and promiscuous body of hers had never been abused.
After all these twists and turns, fate had played its tricks. Shen Qing sighed inwardly, now completely convinced of this evil gameβs transcendent nature.
βDing. Mission triggered. Teammate binding mission unlocked!β
γTeam Mission Start 01γ
Players Liu Ruoxi/Shen Qing must add the Controller on WeChat using a secondary account, send seductive photos to entice the Controller, and identify themselves as lustful bitches craving to be dominated. Reward: 10 points.
γTeam Mission 02γ
Players Liu Ruoxi/Shen Qing must inadvertently allow the Controller to discover their real-life identities. Reward: 20 points.
γTeam Mission 03γ
Players Liu Ruoxi/Shen Qing must guide the Controller into issuing a domination task. Reward: 30 points.
γTeam Mission 04γ
Players Liu Ruoxi/Shen Qing must be dominated together by the Controller for 30 minutes. Reward: 40 points.
Special Requirement: In Team Mission 04, if player Liu Ruoxi takes the lead in guiding her teammate to complete the mission, she will receive an additional reward of 50 points and a set of exclusive professional equipment.
Special Requirement: In Team Mission 04, if player Shen Qing takes the lead in guiding her teammate to complete the mission, she will receive an additional reward of 50 points and a set of exclusive professional equipment.
At the same time, the mission notification tone sounded in both womenβs minds, accompanied by the mission panel.
The mission list was largely the same for both, with the exception that only one of them could fulfill the special requirement.
βRuo Xi, did you receive the mission?β After browsing the mission panel, Shen Qing looked up and asked Liu Ruoxi.
βMhm.β
Liu Ruoxiβs expression showed no emotion as she responded calmly to her best friend. Only her delicate hands, held behind her back, trembled slightly, betraying that her inner feelings were not as calm as they appeared on the surface.
βRuo Xi, if we complete the mission as required, wonβt our identities be exposed?β Shen Qing asked, feigning worry.
In reality, her long-suppressed desire to be ravaged was already stirring with excitement. After repressing these urges for so many years, she felt not the slightest aversion to this mission but rather a thrill.
She could finally acknowledge a Master and satisfy her perverted cravings.
Under the cover of this evil game, her actions could also be reasonably explained. Especially when she thought about Ruo Xi being dominated alongside her by Ruo Xiβs own son, she felt an intense excitement.
The more Shen Qing thought about it, the more she felt a heat building in her lower abdomen. On the surface, her charming and beautiful face maintained a worried expression as she gazed at Liu Ruoxi.
Unaware of what Shen Qing was truly thinking, Liu Ruoxi saw her concerned expression and parted her red lips to comfort her: βThis was inevitable sooner or later. Donβt worry, I wonβt let Haoran go too far with us.β
But I will! Shen Qing thought. Imagining Ruo Xiβs usual dignified and elegant demeanor, she couldnβt help but look forward to the thrilling scene of Ruo Xi being dominated by her own son.
Would she still be able to maintain her current composure? Would she still retain her former elegance? Or would she completely degenerate into a slut?
Her heart filled with anticipation, Shen Qing showed none of it on her face. Instead, under Liu Ruoxiβs reassurance, she pretended to reluctantly nod in agreement.
After chatting for a while, the two women decided to start the mission the next day. They naturally already had Haoranβs WeChat ID, but the mission required them to use a secondary account. Registering a new WeChat account required a new SIM card, so they planned to go to the service center together that afternoon to each get one.
After going downstairs, Liu Ruoxi took charge in the kitchen to prepare a feast. Shen Qing offered to help but was refused. Thanks to her independent life as a child, Liu Ruoxiβs cooking skills were fairly good.
If she hadnβt started her own company, she believed she would have played the role of a virtuous wife and loving mother in her family.
In the living room, Shen Qing uncharacteristically kept her slender legs together, allowing her cheongsam skirt to cover her fair, smooth thighs. She sat upright on the sofa, smiling as she watched her son Shiwen and Yang Haoran across from her.
Her gaze focused mainly on Yang Haoran, while her own son, Shiwen, was largely ignored.
Looking at little Haoran againβher future Masterβa strange feeling rose within her. She knew it was anticipation.
Yang Haoran felt uncomfortable under Auntie Shenβs gaze, thinking she was again plotting ways to tease him. He found an excuse and went upstairs with Shiwen.
After the four finished eating, Liu Ruoxi and Shen Qing went out together to go shoppingβat least, thatβs what Yang Haoran thought.
The noon passed peacefully, as calm as always, yet beneath the surface, undercurrents were swirling. Yang Haoran didnβt know this was the last tranquility he would experience in his life.
Since his friend Shiwen had to leave for school at 2:30 PM, Yang Haoran had no choice but to see him off.
In fact, given his current situation, there was no reason he couldnβt return to school, but his mother still insisted he stay home. He was happy to enjoy the leisure.
…
That evening, the family ate together at the dinner table before each returning to their rooms. Although Yang Haoran wondered why his mother had slept separately from his father since he was a child, as their son, it wasnβt his place to ask, so he naturally never got an answer.
In the room, brother and sister got along harmoniously. Yang Haoran sat cross-legged on the computer chair, looking at his sisterβs notes on the desk.
Yang Mengyao had also pulled up a chair and sat beside him, her small chin propped on her hand, her beautiful eyes shimmering as she stared absently at her brotherβs focused expression while studying.
It wasnβt until her brother encountered a problem he couldnβt solve that she snapped out of it. Pouting, she parted her cherry-like lips and began to teach him.
However, after last nightβs erotic experience, Yang Haoran couldnβt help but glance at his sisterβs thin, enticing lips. His mind unconsciously flashed back to the lewd image of those delicate, moist lips wrapped around his cock.
With other thoughts on his mind, he found it hard to concentrate on studying. After suppressing himself and studying for another half hour, Yang Haoran turned to look at his sisterβs pure and pretty face. With a slightly awkward expression, he said, βYaoyao, can you help your brother againβ¦?β
At this, Yang Haoran paused, his gaze shifting downward to glance at the large tent pitched in his pants.
Yang Mengyao followed his line of sight, her face flushing red as she understood what he meant.
She looked at the bulging tent in her brotherβs pants, recalling the huge thing that had been revealed to her the previous night. Especially how she had become engrossed while sucking on that massive thing, licking it until she lost herself. The more she thought about it, the more embarrassed she felt. A blush spread across her pure and pretty face as she stammered, βN-noβ¦ noβ¦ I canβt.β
Seeing his sisterβs shy expression, Yang Haoran felt there was hope. Seizing the opportunity, he pressed on: βYaoyao, lookβitβs swollen and pushing against my pants. Itβs uncomfortable, and I canβt focus on studying. Just help your brother one more time, okay? Once itβs released, itβll be fine.β
As he spoke, Yang Haoran looked at his sister with a pleading expression.
Yang Mengyao stole another glance at that huge thing. After thinking it over, she still felt a little scared and shook her head.
βYaoyaoβ¦ my good little sisterβ¦ please help your brother one more time. Just once. I swear I wonβt treat you like I did yesterday.β
Yang Mengyao watched her brother pleading with her so earnestly, and hesitation showed on her face.
Seeing this, Yang Haoran felt a surge of joy and pressed his advantage: βYaoyao, your brother is really uncomfortable. If I donβt release it, itβs not good for my health. Can you help your brother one more time? Iβll promise you anything you want in the future.β
βReally?β
Yang Mengyao was somewhat tempted but looked at her brother suspiciously.
When they were younger, her brother had made her several promises, but in the end, he had always tricked and teased her. If he hadnβt apologized to her yesterday, she wouldnβt have believed any of his promises now.
Facing his sisterβs doubtful gaze, Yang Haoran also remembered the times he had broken his promises when they were kids. His face reddened slightly, but he quickly nodded. This time, he was truly serious.