“Alright, you slut, Master is going to take you out for a walk first.”
At this point, Yang Haoran no longer referred to her as Aunt Shen, because her current identity was not that of his elder, but rather a lustful bitch beneath him. A bitch is not entitled to personal dignity or freedom and naturally does not receive the slightest respect due to a human being.
Shen Qing’s eyes were filled with anticipation. Being treated like a bitch by Xiao Ranran was an absolute pleasure for her. The more Yang Haoran humiliated and abused her, the faster her masochistic heart pounded. Her beautiful face flushed with a faint blush, and the look of anticipation in her lovely eyes was so intense that even Yang Haoran couldn’t help but marvel. Aunt Shen truly had masochistic tendenciesβthis kind of humiliation suited her perfectly.
One was willing to beat, the other was willing to take it. The atmosphere was naturally harmonious, and paired with the extremely lewd and degrading scene, it added a layer of debauchery to the harmony.
“Come, Aunt Shen, take a few steps. From now on, you need to learn how to crawl like a bitch.”
Yang Haoran held the black leather handle and walked a few steps, pulling the silver chain that extended to Shen Qing’s neck with a clattering sound.
Feeling the pull on her neck, Shen Qing, both passively and actively, moved her knees and crawled toward Yang Haoran on the cold floor.
“Ding-a-lingβ¦ Ding-a-ling⦔
Her large, snow-white breasts hung beneath her, swaying and swinging like coconuts on a palm tree battered by a storm. Waves of flesh and breast jiggled, causing the small golden bells attached to them to emit crisp, ringing sounds.
Her semi-transparent lingerie and sheer black pantyhose faintly outlined her full, plump peach-like buttocks, resembling a fresh, juicy peachβround, succulent, and enticing.
As she continued crawling forward, her voluptuous buttocks swayed seductively, creating waves of movement that were incredibly alluring.
Shen Qing moved on all fours, crawling with difficulty across the cold floor. Yang Haoran stood calmly behind her, admiring the way Aunt Shen twisted her ample peach-like buttocks as she learned to crawl like a bitch.
The piercing sound of the bells echoed in his ears, but he didn’t find it unpleasant. Instead, it felt like a beautiful melody, clear in rhythm and uplifting to the mood.
Shen Qing imitated the difficult crawl of a bitch, her delicate body trembling slightly, her hair cascading over her fragrant shoulders. This lewd act of crawling on all fours like a bitch surrounded her human dignity with a sense of shame. An intense, unusual sensation spread throughout her body, causing her to tremble uncontrollably. Her stunningly beautiful face was already flushed bright red.
Although she had masochistic tendencies, she had never been formally trained before. No matter how wanton she had been in the past, it had only been empty words. Now, experiencing it firsthand, the deeply ingrained education she had received since childhood about being human made the intense humiliation feel like ocean waves, crashing down and eroding her human spirit one wave at a time.
“Player Shen Qing, shame level +30.”
After crawling two circles around the living room sofa, a system notification suddenly echoed in her mind, as if mocking and humiliating her further.
Ignoring the voice in her head, she continued crawling forward in shame, both learning and allowing the feeling of humiliation to linger in her heart. She thoroughly enjoyed the trembling sensation in her soul. Her pussy spasmed and quivered, secreting streams of lewd fluid that soaked the stockings near her slutty cunt, giving them a lustrous, indecent glow.
Even without any physical stimulation, the sheer psychological shame was enough to excite her beyond control, triggering a physiological response.
Yang Haoran noticed the slightly darker area between Aunt Shen’s swaying buttocks. He stepped forward and touched it, feeling the wetness on his fingers. He chuckled darklyβas he had suspected, Aunt Shen’s slutty cunt was already wet.
Shen Qing shuddered as she felt a hand suddenly groping her private parts from behind. She then pretended as if nothing had happened and continued crawling, not intending to dwell on it.
As long as Xiao Ranran didn’t plan to forcefully fuck her, being touched there was nothing much to her.
Yang Haoran slapped her full, peach-like buttocks, signaling her to stop. “Alright, that’s enough for now,” he said.
The slap sent waves rippling through her fleshy buttocks. Shen Qing slowly turned around while still on all fours. Her beautiful, oval face was now tinged with streaks of blush. Her amber, autumn-water eyes were seductive and misty as she threw a flirtatious glance at Yang Haoran. Her full, cherry-like lips parted slightly, and she said in a coquettish voice, “What is it, Xiao Ranran? Can’t wait to take Auntie outside to be humiliated by others?”
“Hehe⦔ Yang Haoran was also looking forward to the next part of the scene. He laughed with a slightly perverted tone and said, “Aunt Shen, isn’t being humiliated by others a reward for you? Besides, shouldn’t more people see your true nature, given how lewd you are?”
Shen Qing threw him another seductive glance and said in a soft, charming voice, “Remember what you said. Don’t go feeling sorry for me later. Let her vent her frustrations, so she doesn’t become a resentful woman who keeps giving me bitter looks, thinking I seduced her man.”
She spoke with a smile, as if it weren’t her who was about to be used as a plaything for someone else to vent their emotions. She was referring to the plot in the book, but now, it was her story.
“Aren’t you afraid the man might be home?” Yang Haoran asked amusedly.
“Hmm~” Shen Qing seemed to ponder the possibility before slightly parting her vermilion lips to say, “It’s unlikely. He wasn’t in the book. Besides, even if Auntie is seen by another man, wouldn’t you be the one losing out? Sister belongs to you, after all~”
She switched freely between referring to herself as “Sister” and “Auntie,” her charming and captivating demeanor forcing Yang Haoran to admit that Shen Qing was truly a rare seductress. Not only did she have a voluptuous and fiery figure, but every smile and glance was filled with the allure and charm of a mature woman. She was a different type ofζε (ultimate) mature woman compared to his mother.
“Aunt Shen, you’re not human,” Yang Haoran teased. “You’re just a dog, a bitch. It doesn’t matter if others see you.”
“Hmph~” Shen Qing snorted discontentedly but didn’t refute him.
“Alright, take off your cheongsam. It’s getting in the way while crawling,” Yang Haoran said. He had noticed earlier that the hem of the cheongsam was dragging on the floor, hindering Aunt Shen’s movements and making it quite inconvenient.
“Look at me like this. How do you expect me to take it off?” Shen Qing looked at Yang Haoran as if he were an idiot, seemingly expressing her dissatisfaction from earlier.
“Uh… I’ll do it.”
Yang Haoran scratched his head awkwardly. Indeed, Aunt Shen’s hands and feet were cuffed, and although there was a fairly long black chain between the handcuffs and leg cuffs, asking her to try and remove the cheongsam herself was clearly an unreasonable demand.
Yang Haoran crouched down and, with Shen Qing’s cooperation, began undoing the buttons of her cheongsam one by one. As the garment slowly slipped off, it revealed a snow-white body with a curvaceous figureβfull breasts, rounded hips, and an alluring silhouette.