Some residents on this floor heard the ringing of bells but paid it no mind, thinking it was just some mischievous child running along the corridor with a wind chime.
It was just past one in the afternoon, and the sunlight was bright, keeping the hallway from feeling dim. Those usually staying home at this time were elderly people or some housewives, with men away at work. The female lead in the original story was well aware of this, which was why she chose the corridor for public exposure and training.
Yang Haoran was nervous to the extreme, his heart pounding wildly. His eyes kept darting toward the doors of the various households, terrified that one might suddenly open with a click.
Shen Qing was also incredibly tense. Even though she was familiar with the plot, being in broad daylight, dressed so revealinglyβor rather, practically nakedβcrawling on all fours down the hallway like a bitch on a leash with a collar, subjected her to an intense psychologicalεΊζΏ. Her body trembled uncontrollably, and her beautiful face was flushed with two deep red blushes.
Though the corridor was empty, she felt as if countless eyes were silently watching her from the void, making her extremely uncomfortable. Yet the overwhelmingεΊζΏ that permeated her mind and body also made her unable to resist indulging in it, savoring the thrill of exposure.
“Ding-a-lingβ¦ Ding-a-ling⦔ Her trembling, snow-white massive breasts swayed with waves of flesh, rising and falling like unsettled ocean swells. The small golden bell hanging from them jingled like a beautiful melody echoing through the empty hallway.
“What’s all this noise in the middle of the day?!”
An angry shout arrived before its source. Then, with a click, a door swung open. A plain-looking middle-aged woman, her face full of rage, threw open her door aggressively. She had intended to see which child was causing the disturbance and then demand an explanation, but at the sight before her, she was first struck dumb.
There, on the tiled floor of the corridor, was a shameless woman crawling on all fours, completely naked from the waist up. The lower half of her body was clad in sheer, lightweight black pantyhose. Around her fair neck was clearly visible a black collar, attached to a long silver chain held by a young man.
Hearing the noise, Shen Qing’s voluptuous, mature body jolted violently. Yang Haoran also jumped in fright.
“You two⦔ Sun Ying stepped closer for a better look and recognized the young man from earlier. The other person was actually that seductive vixen, Shen Qing. At first, she was stunned, but then it seemed a certain suspicion in her mind was confirmed. Her expression shifted, and she flew into a rage, shrieking in a sharp voice, “Well, well! I wondered who could be so shameless, parading around naked here and being led around like a dog! So it’s you, you sly vixen! You really are a cheap slut, aren’t you? Ugh! Somebody, come quickβ¦ Mmmphβ¦!”
Seeing that she was about to scream and shout, Yang Haoran’s eyes narrowed. He rushed forward and clamped a hand over her big mouth, urgently saying, “Don’t shout, don’t shout!”
“Mmmphβ¦!” Sun Ying’s eyes widened, but with her mouth firmly covered, she couldn’t get a word out.
“If you dare scream,” Yang Haoran said with a menacing glare, noticing her terrified expression, then changing his tone, “but if you pretend you didn’t see anything, wellβ¦ see that whip on the floor? I’ll let you whip this bitch a few times to vent your anger. I know you’ve had a grudge against this bitch for a long time.”
Sun Ying frantically blinked her eyes to show she understood. Yang Haoran studied her for a moment, and seeing she didn’t seem to be faking, he released his hand.
“Shame Level +40”
“Shame Level +30”
“Dingβ¦ Shame Level has reached 100. Profession activated.”
“Player Shen Qing, Profession: Bitch. Duty: Every seven days, must be collared by the controller and walked on a leash for three hours.”
Shen Qing trembled and shrank like a frightened rabbit. Yet, having her debased side exposed to others, the intenseεΊζΏ of being seen, caused her beautiful eyes to gradually glaze over with a dazed look. Her gorgeous face was completely flushed, red with embarrassment and excitement. Even the prompt ringing in her mind sounded vague and indistinct.
“Aren’t you two mother and son?” Sun Ying asked after catching her breath, looking at Yang Haoran.
“How could that be?” Yang Haoran shook his head. “As you can see, she’s just a bitch I keep. I was just taking her out for a walk, and I didn’t expect you to run into us.”
“You’re really too despicable,” Sun Ying said, walking up to Shen Qing and looking down at her.
“Mmm, I am a shameless slut!” Shen Qing’s face was red with shame. The other woman’s scornful gaze made her feel utterly humiliated. She slightly lowered her head and replied in a trembling whisper.
However, what Sun Ying didn’t see was that, besides the shame covering her face, Shen Qing also had a inexplicable excitement surfacing on her cheeks, like a true masochist.
“Slut, raise your head and look at me.”
Seeing that Shen Qing didn’t dare to meet her eyes, Sun Ying grabbed her hair, forced her head up, and made her look at her.
Now, Sun Ying’s face was full of excitement. This kind ofθζθΎ±ιͺ, with the other party only able to endure silently, seemed to provide an outlet for the resentment she had accumulated for so long.
Gazing at Shen Qing’s stunningly beautiful face, a flash of jealousy passed through Sun Ying’s eyes before she slapped her hard.
“Smack!”
Instantly, five finger marks appeared on Shen Qing’s right cheek.
Feeling the burning pain on her face, Shen Qing let out a soft moan, as if enjoying it, and squirmed restlessly with her voluptuous body.
“You really are a cheap whore, getting pleasure from being hit.” Seeing Shen Qing’s seductive, dazed eyes and hearing her enticing moans, Sun Ying, being a woman herself, could tell that the other seemed to be enjoying it.
Sun Ying raised her rough hand, intending to slap the cheap slut again, but Yang Haoran stopped her.
“We agreedβyou can only whip her, and only three strikes,” Yang Haoran said.
Watching Aunt Shen being abused, even if not by his own hand, the visual transmission of that sadistic pleasure still brought him enjoyment.
However, compared to others, he preferred to abuse Aunt Shen himself. The satisfaction that brought was something that others humiliating her could never provide, so he stopped Sun Ying.
Hearing Yang Haoran’s words, Sun Ying had no choice but to back down. She was still somewhat afraid of this young manβhis fierce eyes made him seem like a villain.
Seeing that Yang Haoran wouldn’t let her hit the vixen’s face, Sun Ying’s eyes rolled as she quickly thought of another way to vent her emotions.
Sun Ying’s gaze wandered over Shen Qing’s curvaceous figure, with its full breasts and round hipsβthe pert, plump buttocks, the large, snow-white breasts, and the stunning, fox-like beautiful face. In every aspect, Shen Qing surpassed her, so how could she not feel jealous?
Now her only sense of superiority was that the other was a shameless bitch, while she could be considered a decent woman.
Sun Ying pinched one of Shen Qing’s massive, snow-white breasts and kneaded it harshly, saying, “With tits this big, you’re obviously a born slut. I used to think better of you, assuming you seduced men to be their mistress. I never thought you’d be willing to be someone’s dogβand a young boy’s at that.”