“What do you think is a fair price? (Shy)”
Shen Qing pondered for a moment and decided to follow her heart, deviating from the original plan. She sent the message over.
On the other side, Yang Haoran saw the message, scratched his head, and two question marks popped up in his mind.
What price? As a prostitute, you’re asking me?
Could it be her first time in this line of work? Doesn’t she know the market rate?
That makes sense. If she were experienced, regardless of her looks, with a body like that, she wouldnโt lack clients. She wouldnโt need to use inefficient methods like WeChat to fish for customers in a vast sea.
Moreover, with a figure like that, her face probably isnโt bad either.
Soon, Yang Haoran completed the logical loop in his mind and typed back่ฏๆขively: “Ten thousand?”
When Shen Qing saw the message on the other end, she nearly had a stroke from anger. Is my body only worth ten thousand?
She gritted her teeth in frustration, barely containing her rage, and simply sent back an emoji.
“(Smile)”
Yang Haoran saw it and immediately understoodโshe wasnโt satisfied. So he่ฏๆขed: “Twenty thousand?”
“(Smile)”
And so, their conversation went like this.
“Thirty thousand?”
“(Smile)”
“Fifty thousand?”
“(Smile)”
“Sixty thousand?”
“(Smile)”
“One hundred thousand?”
“(Smile)”
This time, it was Yang Haoranโs turn to grit his teeth in frustration. Damn it, I havenโt even seen what you look like yet. That body is top-tier, no doubt, but offering a hundred thousand just for the figure is already outrageous. Itโs not that he lacked moneyโhe was ridiculously wealthy and ruthlessโbut he wasnโt a fool either.
Just as he was about to give up in anger, the other party seemed to sense his dwindling patience and sent a message.
“If you want to have me, there are three conditions. First: Treat me sincerely. Second: We must chat online and build an emotional connection before meeting in person. Third: I have masochistic tendencies. Currently, I have no owner, and Iโve never had one before. I can acknowledge you as my master. You must take responsibility for conquering me, training me, and striving to mold me into a true bitch under your control, exclusively yours. You are not allowed to rent me out or give me to anyone else!”
“Just agree to these three conditions of mine.”
After reading the two messages, Yang Haoran was astonished. What was going on?
She didnโt want money? Instead, she proposed three conditions that, in reality, placed all the control in his hands. This didnโt seem like a prostitute.
“Could my assumption be wrong? Maybe sheโs not a prostitute but simply a masochistic bitch craving to be trained?” Yang Haoran stared at his phone screen, muttering to himself.
He felt something was off. He knew there were women with masochistic tendencies who, due to real-life constraints, sought strangers online to act as their masters and train them. But he didnโt think heโd be so lucky as to stumble upon such a gem of a bitch.
He inwardly raised his guard. Something seemed to stir within him, but he couldnโt quite grasp it. He went back to look at the photos she had sent, examining each one again. Although her face was pixelated, her figure appeared genuinely exceptionalโa rare beauty, one in ten thousand.
“Why no qipao?” After looking through the ten photos of various provocative outfits, he muttered to himself, somewhat puzzled. If it were her, there should definitely be a qipao photo.
“Unlessโฆ” Suddenly, a lightning bolt of realization struck him. His eyes lit up as he murmured, “Precisely because thereโs no qipao photo, itโs most likely her. Devil Shen knows that if she sent a qipao photo, I might recognize her immediately.”
Thinking back, he had been chatting with Aunt Shen just moments before the friend request popped up. If he hadnโt reflected on it now, no one would have connected the two as the same person.
After all, he had the advantage of prior knowledge, having already uncovered Aunt Shenโs true nature. If it really were Aunt Shen, given her intelligence, she wouldnโt leave such an obvious flaw. The only possibility was an information disparity between them.
“Heheโฆ Devil Shen, once you fall into my hands, Iโm going to ruthlessly train you into a lewd and debased bitch to exact revenge for my childhood trauma.”
Yang Haoran grinned pervertedly. He was now ninety percent sure the other party was Aunt Shen. The only thing missing was concrete evidence.
Even if he confronted her directly, she would never admit it. But if he could obtain proof, then Aunt Shen would be like a lamb on his chopping blockโto be played with as he pleased.
Two strokes of luck in a row. He had thought winning over Aunt Shen would be a slow process, but now a shortcut had suddenly appeared.
Barely containing his excitement, he typed a reply: “Deal.”
Then, unable to hold back his exhilaration, he sent another message.
“What will you call me now?”
On the other end, Aunt Shen waitedๅ ๅ seconds without a response, but she remained calm. After all, her conditions were entirely beneficial to himโthere was no reason for him to refuse.
Sure enough, it wasnโt long before Shen Qing received Yang Haoranโs message. Reading the content, she smiled slightly and, as he wished, edited her response and sent it over, accompanied by a shy emoji.
“Master (Shy)”
Yang Haoran was thrilled reading the message, but it wasnโt enough. How could mereๆๅญ suffice? He typed back: “You cheap bitch, where are your manners? How can you acknowledge your master so carelessly with just text? You need to send a video (deleted) voice message. Understand?”
He had initially wanted her to send a video but thought better of it. If it really were Aunt Shen, she would never agree. So he changed it to a voice message instead.
He thought to himself that once Aunt Shen truly fell into his hands, he would demand she make up for it with an acknowledgment videoโand she must appear fully naked.
On the other end, Shen Qing saw the message, particularly the intensely insulting words “cheap” and “bitch.” Her gaze lingered on them for several seconds. After reading it, she wasnโt angry. Instead, she felt a strange thrill. Those four words seemed to hold a certain magic over her. Her eyes returned to “cheap” and “bitch,” and she gradually, unconsciously, clenched her legs together.
When she็จๅพฎ came back to her senses, she smiled enchantingly, brought her full, red lips close to the phone, adjusted her voice, and in a mature, captivating, domineering sisterly tone, seductively uttered two words.
“Master!”
On the other end, Yang Haoran received the voice message and eagerly pressed it to his ear to listen carefully. The moment he heard the captivating “Master,” the bewitching, sexy voice overwhelmed him. It felt incredibly satisfying, as if an electric current was tingling through his entire body.
He listened to it several times in a row. Although she had altered her voice, his preconceptions made him faintly sense something familiar about it.
He didnโt expose her but saved the voice message. Then he continued chatting with her.
All sorts of indecent words were typed into the message box and sent to her. He was like a lofty emperor, speaking freely to his servantโor rather, his slave.
“You really are a lewd, cheap woman, a slutty bitch. Am I right?”
“Sayโฆ how cheap and shameless you are. Send me a voice message so I can inspect it.”
“Slut, report to your master: is your filthy cunt wet yet?”
“Do you like it when your master insults you, you slutty bitchโฆ”
A่ฝฎ็ช of obscene language ensued. For some reason, the other party was completely obedient, complying submissively with Yang Haoranโๅ็ง insults and demands, like a true slave or a lowly bitch.
Their conversation lasted until past 1 a.m., close to 2 a.m. Since he had school the next day, Yang Haoran reluctantly ended the chat. Lying in bed, he felt a sense of unfinished business as he prepared to sleep.
Perhaps because he was too excited or too stirred up, he drowsily waited until after 3 a.m. to fall asleep. That night, Yang Haoran had a wet dreamโฆ