“Mom, wait a moment. I need to secure Aunt Shen first.”
Yang Haoran spoke to his mother, then, with the assistance of Tang Wenqian and Zhou Wenwen, moved the torture rack to a position precisely four meters directly opposite his mother. This was so she would have a clear view of Aunt Shen’s torment, ensuring she wouldn’t hold any grudges against Aunt Shen afterward.
As for himself, Yang Haoran had already mentally detached from the consequences. Even without involving Aunt Shen, the way he was treating his mother today was certain to invoke her wrath. What did it matter if he added one more sin to his tally?
Shen Qing stood up and leaned back against the I-shaped torture rack, spreading her arms and legs to align with the shackles. Tang Wenqian locked Ms. Shen’s wrists into the manacles, while Zhou Wenwen, being slightly shorter, secured Shen Qing’s ankles into the shackles at the base.
“Ms. Shen, could you please open your mouth?” Tang Wenqian asked respectfully.
Once Shen Qing complied and opened her mouth wide, Tang Wenqian inserted a gag into it. The gag stretched the corners of Shen Qing’s mouth, preventing her from closing it.
Shen Qing’s purple qipao was fastened with buttons from the collar down, connected by a half-zhang-wide strip of black transparent lace. The lace pattern was intricately and beautifully woven, through which the pale, creamy flesh of her breasts was faintly visible, and the deep, seemingly bottomless cleavage tantalizingly peeked through.
With Yang Haoran’s permission, Tang Wenqian took a pair of scissors and cut a small hole over each of the two obscene points that strained against the fabric on Ms. Shen’s chest, exposing both of her nipples.
“Don’t pull them too tight; just keep them slightly taut,” Yang Haoran instructed from the side.
Tang Wenqian and Zhou Wenwen each attached a dangling thin clamp to Ms. Shen’s two tender, pink nipples.
Seeing Ms. Shen rendered completely helpless and at their mercy, Tang Wenqian and Zhou Wenwen exchanged a glance. Fear flickered in both their eyes. Today it was Ms. Shen, but they knew, given their master’s perverse nature, their turn would inevitably come someday. This couldn’t help but make them fear Yang Haoran even more.
“Haoran, Mom isn’t angry, you⦔ Liu Ruoxi said, watching her close friend Shen Qing locked limb by limb, unable to move or even speak, in a situation even more wretched than her own. She felt somewhatδΈεΏεΏ (unwilling to see suffering; compassionate). “This is enough now. When we go back, Mom won’t blame you.”
She understood her son’s psychology and offered him a guarantee of immunity.
“Mom, you said that yourself. I didn’t pressure you at all,” Yang Haoran said, his face lighting up with unexpected joy. The bond between Mom and Aunt Shen was truly deep! For Aunt Shen’s sake, she had actually offered him an irresistible condition. This meant that no matter how he sexually played with his mother today, she couldn’t use it against him afterward. His mother’s credibility had always been a gold-standard guarantee in Yang Hao’s heart.
Hearing Liu Ruoxi’s words, a smile appeared in Shen Qing’s eyes. She had known Ruoxi would soften. The focus today had never been on her; it was about helping Little Ranran tame Ruoxi. However, in Shen Qing’s anticipation, Liu Ruoxi was only supposed to plead for mercy when Shen Qing was being tortured to the point of agony. That’s why she had repeatedly emphasized earlier that Little Ranran shouldn’t hold back. It was unexpected that Ruoxi had seen through it. This, obviously, spared her from greater suffering.
Clearly, the two close friends understood each other all too well.
“Mm,” Liu Ruoxi knew exactly what she was agreeing to. She addressed her son: “Mom knows your nature, and so does Shen Qing. You can play, but you have no sense of restraint. Mom will supervise you. If Mom says stop, you must stop. Otherwise, what Mom said earlier is void.”
Yang Haoran and Shen Qing quickly grasped the hidden nuance of this statement.
In other words, Liu Ruoxi was using herself as leverage toζ’ε (exchange for) control over the extent of Yang Haoran’s humiliation of Shen Qing. She would be the one setting the limits.
This seemed unfair to Liu Ruoxi, but Shen Qing understood: Ruoxi wasn’t without resentment towards the pressure Shen Qing had applied. Instead, she wanted to use Little Ranran’s hand to keep the punishment inflicted on her within her own control, preventing Little Ranran from unrestrainedly and brutally abusing her without measure.
It was like a game between the two close friends. Shen Qing had entered the game first, pulling Liu Ruoxi into the water. Liu Ruoxi then used herself as a bargaining chip with her son to counterattack and gain the upper hand.
As for the beneficiary, Shen Qing and Liu Ruoxi had silently acquiesced to it already.
Unaware of these intricate maneuvers between his mother and Aunt Shen, Yang Haonan, upon hearing his mother’s words, agreed without a second thought.
“Wenwen, you keep time,” Yang Haoran instructed Zhou Wenwen.
He then picked up a bottle of mineral water, unscrewed the cap, and walked over to the restrained Aunt Shen. He patted her cheek and said, “Aunt Shen, prepare yourself mentally. Today, I won’t be treating you as a human.”
Shen Qing’s captivating, expressive eyes gazed at Yang Haoran, blinking several times. Her look conveyed deep affection and intense anticipation.
She yearned for Little Ranran to treat her as less than human, to be humiliated by him, to be scolded by him, to revel in the pleasure of having her dignity trampled into the mud.
Though Aunt Shen was imprisoned by the gag and couldn’t speak, her eyes made it abundantly clear to Yang Haoran that she desired his discipline, his abuse.
Therefore, Yang Haoran hesitated no longer. Under the gaze of everyone present, he began pouring the mineral water into Aunt Shen’s wide-open mouth. The bottle made a gurgling sound as Shen Qing’s throat constantly undulated, swallowing the water.
“Don’t pour it so fast; you’ll choke her,” his mother’s voice reminded him from behind.
Yang Haoran slowed the angle of the bottle’s tilt. When only a little water remained, he shoved the bottle neck into Aunt Shen’s mouth, pouring out the last drop.
Tang Wenqian handed him a new bottle, already opened.
Yang Haoran took it and continued forcing water into Aunt Shen. This time, she obviously couldn’t drink as quickly as the first bottle. Water overflowed from the corners of her mouth, streaming down and soaking a significant portion of her seductive qipao.