【Night Dog Rain and Clouds】(1-3) Author: Jia Rong

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Author: Jia Rong
Word Count: 17189
Chapter 1: The Loser
At midnight, after completing the patrol checkpoints set up throughout the community according to the company's prescribed route, I
returned to the quiet and deserted guard room. I immediately made a cup of instant coffee, glanced at the monitor screen a few times
, and seeing that everything was normal and there were no abnormalities, I opened my personal laptop and started browsing online novels.
With the rapid advancement of civilization, the increasing maturity of biomedicine, and the significant increase in human lifespan
, coupled with the large number of new lives born each year, people's demand for 'housing' has also been increasing
. However, there are only so many places suitable for human habitation. How to accommodate the ever-expanding population within limited space
has become a problem that the authorities urgently need to solve.
Fortunately, construction technology is advancing rapidly, and every country and region is constantly building
super-tall buildings that can accommodate large numbers of people living and moving around, which has alleviated the problem of overpopulation.
However, having a small place to shelter from the wind and rain and whether the quality of living is good or bad are two different things. To
protect their homes and personal safety and property,
the special profession of "police-stationed security guards" (referred to as "security guards" in Hong Kong, Macau, and mainland China) emerged.
When this industry first appeared, demand was low and the pay was good, so
many of those working in this field were elites retired from the military and police. However, as more and more high-rise buildings were constructed, the need for a large workforce
intensified, leading to fierce competition. This
competition naturally squeezed the profit margins of security companies, indirectly affecting
the work motivation of security personnel. As a result, those who used to serve as community security guards gradually changed from young and strong men to
elderly men with gray hair and frail bodies.
Therefore, I, a 33-year-old with a master's degree from Japan, arguably in the prime of
my life, chose a security job with no career advancement, making me seem like
an anomaly in this industry. I remember when I first reported to the community, the white-haired security team leader 　　frowned after
seeing my resume and asked, "Mr. Qiu, you have a master's degree, are so young, and have 　　worked in a high-tech company. Why do you suddenly want to switch careers to become a security guard?" 　　To this, I just awkwardly scratched my head and replied, "Because Mr. Ma from the head office is a good friend of my father 　　, so he wants me to gain some experience at the grassroots level first, assess my work ability, and then see if there's an opportunity 　　for me to enter the company's core." 　　"I see." The team leader glanced at me knowingly. 　　I originally thought that having the name of a high-ranking person in the company would bring better treatment, but I don't 　　know if he had a grudge against Mr. Ma or what, but he actually asked me to work as a night security guard. 　　Although I used to work as a research and development engineer in the Hsinchu Science Park, I often had to work overtime and almost 　　died from overwork; I didn't expect that after finally escaping the excessive working environment, I would still be unable to escape the reversed day-night 　　work pattern. 　　Deep down, I didn't want this job, but circumstances forced me to accept it. Most importantly, Mr. Ma 　　had saved my life, a debt I could never repay. So, no matter how unwilling I was, I had no choice but to accept the security 　　team leader's arrangement. 　　As Team Leader Uncle Gao said, I have a high level of education and have worked in a currently booming web game design company 　　. My future and financial prospects seem incredibly bright. Have I lost my mind to give up 　　the prestige of a tech tycoon for this security job with almost no growth potential? 　　Frankly, although working in a tech company often involves long hours, unpaid leave, and health concerns, most people 　　are willing to risk their lives for money 　　, unless their health is truly in danger . 　　If I hadn't offended a gangster more than six months ago—who even threatened to kill my entire family 　　—I wouldn't have been forced to leave this emerging industry that everyone considers to have a lucrative future. 　　At the time, if it weren't for my father being a retired police officer and having a close personal relationship with his former superior 　　, Ma Jinglin, who, after my incident, helped me by getting Ma to act as a go-between, connecting me with several influential underworld figures 　　to mediate, I would have spent all my savings bribing those underworld figures and that particular underworld boss to quell 　　the storm. 　　However, the underworld boss's resentment didn't completely dissipate, so he continued to spread 　　rumors in the underworld: "Anyone who dares to let Qiu Zhisheng work in the Hsinchu Science Park is going against me, Huang Zhongtang; and anyone who goes against me, Huang Zhongtang 　　, I guarantee I'll make their company go out of business." 　　As the saying goes, "Good news doesn't travel far, but bad news travels fast," even 　　high-tech industries that rely on the "knowledge economy" to create substantial profits are not immune to unclear and ambiguous relationships with both the legitimate and criminal worlds. Since 　　a heavyweight in the underworld had spoken, who would risk offending him for someone as insignificant as me, thus ruining their 　　hard-earned career? 　　So, under this underworld boss's complete blacklist, I had nowhere to stand in the Hsinchu Science Park. Fortunately, 　　Mr. Ma Jinglin, who had helped me before, learned of my situation from my father and proactively arranged for me to 　　work at a security company he co-founded with several others called "Xin'an Property Security." 　　However, while the security job involved long hours and the income was nowhere near what I used to earn, 　　it at least offered stable working hours. I didn't have to spend all my time thinking about developing new games, testing game software, or fixing program 　　bugs, allowing my brain, which had been overused for years, to finally relax and improve my health 　　. 　　After working as a security guard for a few months, I had a pretty good grasp of the neighborhood's dynamics. So, seeing that things 　　were going smoothly, I leisurely sipped my coffee to stay awake, mindlessly browsing through one long, monotonous, and utterly 　　mindless "brainless wish-fulfillment novel" after another. 　　After reading the boring novel for a while, I closed the webpage, got up, did a few stretches, 　　glanced at the security monitor again, carefully observed the access control system, and then immediately locked the guardhouse.

The door opened onto a Japanese website. I skillfully entered my username and password, gaining access to a
private forum called "Onitsuka Club."
Looking at the naked female bodies bound in various rope techniques beneath their open kimonos, my heart quickly burned with
desire.
Just as my lust intensified with each lewd photo of rope bondage,
a beautiful white figure suddenly flashed past the doorway out of the corner of my eye. Startled, I immediately shrunk the webpage, suppressing the throbbing
pain of my erection, and calmly nodded to the departing young woman.
Having worked in this community for some time, I knew the residents somewhat. From
the delivery receipts for packages and letters, I learned that the woman's name was Yang Zhiqing. She appeared quiet and gentle,
and I guessed she was under thirty. She had a shapely figure and, in my eyes, was a delicate and
pretty young woman. Unfortunately, she was already taken.
However, on the other hand, even though she was still single, given my current job and status, I wouldn't
dare to have any romantic feelings for her, especially since she was already someone else's wife.
In fact, these apartment buildings, housing all sorts of people, are essentially a
condensed version of society. Those residents who don't fit into the community culture are naturally
labeled as "weirdos" by the mainstream residents.
Like this girl named Yang Zhiqing, I only heard from other security guards that she was married. But according to the daytime
guards, she didn't seem like a full-time housewife,
going to the market with her close relatives every day, nor did she have a fixed nine-to-five job like an office worker. Aside from occasionally seeing her come to the guardhouse
to sign for packages, they only saw her entering and leaving the gate with a young man of similar age
; they rarely saw her go out alone.
In other words, the couple's relationship with the community and neighbors had reached
a point of near-total 'zero interaction'—they would never speak to each other again.
I noticed this woman because the first time I saw her come downstairs to sign for mail and packages, she suddenly
gave me a kind smile. That familiar yet somewhat eerie smile made me take a
few more glances at her. From then on, whenever I saw her coming downstairs, I would always politely nod to her.
However, sometimes when she was in a good mood, she would smile and nod at me; but most of the time,
she would ignore me as if I were invisible, walking indifferently out of the community gate.
After observing her secretly a few times, I discovered that if she encountered other residents' cute
little dogs in the community courtyard, she would squat down and play with them for a while, after which her mood would suddenly become particularly good. If she encountered community
residents, she would spontaneously put on a seemingly innocent and charming yet somewhat eerie smile. However, once she
saw a large dog on a leash, she would quickly move away from those docile dogs with a look of fear on her face.
Not only that, sometimes when she came to collect packages, if she inadvertently saw other residents' packages or gifts
tied and decorated with straw rope or brown rope, her expression would suddenly become strange, and after signing for them, she would hurriedly turn around and
leave, as if there was something unclean or horrifying in the guardhouse that terrified her.
We privately nicknamed this woman, who was fairly good-looking but had an eccentric personality, "Weirdo
Girl."
After seeing "Weirdo Girl" leave silently and expressionlessly, like a ghost floating off the ground, I patted
my chest and exhaled a deep breath to calm myself down.
The sudden situation had caused my hard-won erection to instantly go limp
.
"Damn it! She's not some 'spirit without a body,' walking around silently without even a greeting
! Thank goodness it's not the seventh month of the lunar calendar, or I'd be scared to death!"
I muttered to myself, carefully observing my surroundings. Then I helped a few drunk
residents who were returning home late to the elevator. After their families came down and took these "drunkards" home, I
pretended to be dutifully wandered around the community courtyard a few times before returning to the guardhouse. I reopened the webpage I'd been browsing and
continued looking at those—bondage photos that aroused my lust.
My fascination with these grotesque photos stemmed entirely from
the profound influence of my first girlfriend.
That was back when I was about to enter my senior year of college.
That summer, to earn tuition for the next semester, I took a tutoring job, helping a
girl who was about to enter her senior year of high school with English and math.
On my first day at her house, from the moment she looked at me—with that unmistakably
hostile gaze typical of teenage rebellion—I knew she wasn't an easy rich girl to get along with.
After a brief chat with her mother, discussing salary, I immediately went into her bedroom, intending to first
understand her academic progress and then create a study schedule for her.
Unexpectedly, before I could even speak, this pretty, fiery young woman had already snapped at me in an unfriendly tone.
"Hmph! If my mom hadn't been pressuring me, I wouldn't have wanted a tutor at all. If you really want to be my tutor
, that's fine too. You just need to stay in my room during class time, and you don't need to worry about anything else."
"Then what should I do?"
"Do whatever you want, as long as you don't bother me."
"Li, that's a great suggestion, but there's a saying: 'If you eat the king's food, you must be loyal to the king.' What
if I don't do anything, and your grades don't improve?"
"I'll just find another tutor. Since my mom likes to spend money, let her spend it. Anyway, we're so poor we only
have money left."
Hearing such a fierce and arrogant statement, what could I say?
Although I was tempted to leave, her mother's gentle persuasion and the considerable salary
made me go from being her student tutor to her personal babysitter.
Because her mother convinced me by saying, "Actually, the reason I hired you as a tutor is simply to keep
an eye on Xiaozhen and prevent her from making bad friends. As for whether she gets into a good school in the future, I..."
I had given up all expectations. If she didn't get into her ideal university after graduating high school, I would send her abroad
to study.
Since we had reached a consensus, I was happy to accept this easy tutoring job.
After officially starting, I would go to her house on time every Monday to Friday, and then I would read my own books and
do my own things in her room, staying there for two hours. Apart from talking on the phone with friends, watching TV, and occasionally letting out
exaggerated laughter, we seemed to have nothing in common.
Until one day, I saw the junior I had a crush on for two years
getting into a luxury car driven by a senior from our department, and my mood suddenly plummeted
.
I went to her house feeling depressed, and when I heard her using her newly released phone to chat with her friends about the latest
designer bags, and then discussing how a male classmate had confessed to them and they were teasing each other about their poor family background,
I angrily stood up and slapped her hard on the butt.
"Damn it! You think you're so great just because you have money! That money belongs to your parents, not you, so what's there to
brag about!"
After slapping her, I stared intently at my palm, not even having time to savor the elastic, bouncy feel of it. I
couldn't help but think to myself, "I'm doomed!"
Seeing her pouting, her red eyes brimming with tears, stubbornly staring into my eyes, I panicked
and didn't know what to do.
While she was racking her brains trying to figure out what to do so she wouldn't tell anyone what had just happened, she spoke up: "You
know, ever since I was old enough to understand, no matter what mistakes I made, my parents never even said a harsh word to me, let alone hit me
. And no matter how I behaved at school, no matter how bad my grades were, the teachers never dared to hit us
rich kids… You're the first person I've ever known to dare spank me."
"Uh… I… I'm sorry, I didn't mean to."
"I know, because I noticed you seemed really down today. You… did you break up with your girlfriend
?"
"Please, I've never even had a girlfriend…"
"Hahaha, you're so pathetic!" She smiled, a smile more like a grimace. "No wonder, for
a guy like you, unattractive and poor, having a girlfriend is just like supporting someone else's wife."
"Shut up!"
"What, did I say something wrong?" She raised her chin at a forty-five-degree angle, giving me a haughty sidelong glance.
"You!" I angrily raised my hand, stared at her for a moment, then slammed it back,
cursing through gritted teeth, "I can't be bothered to waste my breath on a useless spendthrift!"
With that, I immediately started clearing the table.
"What are you doing?"
"Going home!" I said coldly without turning around.
"No! It's not time yet."
"I'll text your mother to resign tomorrow."
"Useless shut-in! I curse you to spend your life watching porn and masturbating at home."
"Damn it!"
The angry curse had barely left my lips when I threw my bag on the chair, rushed to the girl, flipped her over, pinned her
to the bed, and began slapping her buttocks hard.
"Fuck your mother! You're so young and already learning bad habits. So what if you're a rich man's daughter! Fuck! No
matter how rich a woman is, in the end she still has to lie in bed and let men fuck her! Fuck your mother's slut!"
With each word I said, I hit her hard. At first, she stubbornly cursed back, but
after I hit her dozens of times, all that could be heard was her low sobbing.
"Waaah... You're right, my mom is a slut, and I'll be a slut that men can fuck anytime
! Just kill me... Waaah..."
Hearing her cries, I couldn't help but stop.
"How could you say such things about yourself and your mother?"
She turned around, her eyes brimming with tears, and said angrily, "You probably don't know, but my mother is actually my father's mistress
, right?"
"Ah!"
"Hmph... Although my father is willing to spend money to support her, he won't give her a legitimate
status to be with him. My father once told me that when I grow up and get married, he would reduce my mother's expenses, so my mother
only started doing business with partners in recent years. However, she probably doesn't know that I've discovered she's
having affairs with all those partners, but I haven't told my father."
After she inadvertently revealed her family's gossip, the shock in my heart instantly replaced my original anger.
"Hmph! If she wasn't messing around outside, why would she hire you as my tutor and promise you wouldn't have
to worry about my homework? Frankly, isn't she just trying to prevent me from ruining her plans, so she's
restricting my freedom of movement like this?"
"Uh… I'm sorry. So… I guess I'll just have to stay here and stare at you like this?"
"Hmm…" Her eyes darted around, "Actually… when you spanked me just now, I…
at first it hurt, but after a while I suddenly felt a strange pleasure… could you… could you
spank me a few more times?"
"Huh? What did you say?"
"Actually… when I was in middle school, I accidentally saw my mom being tied up and beaten by my dad…
I was so scared then, but looking at my mom's expression, it seemed like she was in pain but also happy… I didn't know why she
acted that way before, but when you spanked me just now, I felt the same way… when you spanked me just now,
I felt like it was your way of showing concern for me…"
She suddenly reached into her pillowcase and pulled out a comic book: "You…"
"Have you seen it?" "
The moment I saw the obscene cover of 'Woman Tied Up with Ropes,' I knew it was
some kind of SM/adult content for adults only. Just looking at the cover made me swallow hard, and I stammered, 'You...you actually like
this kind of thing? Hmm...you don't already have sexual experience, do you?'
'Hehe...' she suddenly laughed through her tears, 'Hey, do you want to try it?'
'I...this isn't a good idea,' I said, looking at her sly smile, my words contradicting my true feelings."
"Just try it, it won't cost you anything. Hmm... actually, I've never been tied up before, you useless,
shut-in teacher..."
Her words were still ringing in my ears when, without my noticing, a bundle of red cotton rope, about the thickness of a thumb, appeared in her hand.
Watching her transform into a monstrous demon with "two sharp horns on her head and a hooked tail sticking out of her buttocks,"
defiantly provoking me, my reason seemed to slowly slip from my head. When I came to my senses
, I found myself holding a bundle of red cotton rope; she was now holding out her arms,
looking at me expectantly.
Torn between being a "beast" and "worse than a beast," I hesitated for a long time, but finally, lust triumphed
over morality. So I untied the red rope and slowly reached for her outstretched hands.
That night, I finally lost my virginity, and she lost her precious hymen, becoming
my first girlfriend.
From then on, the first thing I did every day when I got to her house was to strip her naked, then
practice tying all sorts of rope bondage around her body, followed by a series of hardcore sex games.
"Teacher, the knot in this tortoise shell binding seems to be tied in the wrong place.
Would it feel better if the knot was right on Zhennu's clitoris?"
"Teacher, please tie it tighter. Zhennu likes to see the marks on her body in the mirror the next morning.
Zhennu finds it so exciting and sexy."
"Teacher, could you find a bundle of rough hemp rope? A few days ago, Zhennu saw
someone online say that binding with hemp rope is more stimulating, so Zhennu wants to try it..."
"Teacher, please hit Zhennu harder with the belt. Zhennu loves
the burning and tingling pain when the belt hits her body. It hurts so much, it feels so good."
So, my bag started to have more ropes of various materials and colors, as well as "love hands" bought from a 10-yuan store , or "pink handcuffs," "black leg irons," 　　and other props commonly used in SM games
bought from sex shops . 　　Sometimes, I would tie a simple figure-eight bondage around her naked body with red cotton rope, then have her 　　wear a school uniform—a deliberately shortened, super-short school skirt that only reached a third of her thighs— 　　and we'd go to a snack shop near her house or to a convenience store, completely naked underneath. 　　Every time I saw the red rope peeking out from her neck, the two bright red nipples clearly visible against her pale yellow uniform, and 　　the distinct red knots on her back, not only I, but even she herself found it very exciting and fun. 　　Another time, when she told me, "Teacher, this morning my mom accidentally saw the 　　marks on Zhennu's wrists and asked me what happened, but Zhennu was too embarrassed to tell her. Teacher, Zhennu suddenly really wants it now 　　," my breathing instantly became heavy. Then, under her lustful yet expectant gaze, I took out 　　a rough-textured hemp rope, solemnly bent her hands behind her back, and tightly bound those—still 　　clearly visible red marks—her fair wrists. 　　Because my first time was after she actively provoked me, I couldn't resist having sex with her, and I even 　　ejaculated inside her tight, sweet vagina. Since it happened so suddenly, we didn't use 　　any protection, which made me worry afterwards that I might have accidentally given her a baby. 　　I only felt relieved when her period came the following month. 　　Therefore, I insisted on using condoms throughout our sex life afterward. However, after a few times, she 　　told me that she didn't feel anything with a condom, and instead missed 　　the inexplicable excitement and pleasure of my first time inside her without a condom, feeling my hot semen filling her vagina and my penis throbbing inside. 　　After much discussion, at my request, she started taking birth control pills and happily enjoyed 　　the wonderful satisfaction of being filled with my semen inside her. 　　And so, the fiery girl who initially disliked me inexplicably became my submissive 　　girlfriend, a sex slave who obeyed me in every way. Later, I used this to my advantage, employing appropriate corporal punishment to force her to start studying seriously 　　. 　　If her grades improved, I would use weekends to have her tell a little lie to her mother. 　　Then, I would take her to the disabled toilet in a nearby park, where I would use rough, dyed hemp rope to 　　tie a diamond-shaped bondage around her naked body, which was not wearing underwear. As a reward 　　, I would take her, wearing only a single-breasted knee-length dress or a long trench coat, to various public places or suburban tourist attractions to play exhibitionist games 　　. 　　If her grades slipped, I would tie her naked to a chair facing backwards, point at the questions she answered incorrectly 　　, and sternly question her. I would also mercilessly whip her buttocks and body with a leather whip, or slap her palms hard with my loving 　　hands, followed by "loving breaths and penetration," letting her experience the painful yet pleasurable masochistic pleasure. Later, this feisty little girl who enjoyed SM actually got high marks 　　and was admitted to the foreign language department of a national university 　　under my unconventional tutoring method . 　　I heard that when her mother saw the acceptance letter, she was so excited that she lay on the back of the sofa and cried for a long time. The next 　　day, she took her to various temples to pray and give thanks. To thank me, her mother not only treated me to 　　a lavish meal at a five-star hotel, but also gave me a large gift of 66,000 yuan, symbolizing good fortune. 　　This secret, unconventional teacher-student relationship 　　officially ended about a year after I graduated from university and joined the army. She suddenly started dating another boyfriend and became pregnant with his child. 　　I remember one day when she visited me at the military camp, she rushed into my arms, 　　tears streaming down her face, and said, "Teacher, I'm sorry, I got pregnant, but my dad made me do it. 　　He said if I didn't, his company would fall into someone else's hands, so I had no choice. Actually, 　　my mom found out about us a long time ago, but she knew there was no future for us, so she didn't say anything. 　　" "Hmm...like I told you before, if you don't have money and power, you can't pursue 　　a rich heiress. Hmm...even though I'm someone else's wife now, I'll always remember you, my dear old lady."

"Master, and also Zhennu's only and forever...master."
(To be continued)
Chapter Two: The Beautiful Dog
Although I was provoked by her and lost my mind in a moment of confusion before having sex with her,
after spending more than a year together, it would be a lie to say that I had no feelings for her at all.
Therefore, when she came in a hurry to tell me this devastating news and then left in a hurry, I
couldn't help but hide under the covers that night and cry silently all night.
Although many years have passed, whenever I inadvertently think of this youthful and impetuous past,
a strange sense of melancholy still wells up.
Just as I was secretly lingering on this private forum, occasionally posting a few lines of fluff in Japanese to earn points
, I suddenly heard a few faint barks outside, carrying a mournful tone.
This kind of bark, which is neither roar nor howl, but sounds chilling, has a special term in Taiwanese:
-- Blowing a dog snail.
The older generation says that if someone hears conch shells being blown during a full moon, it means
bad things might happen to them soon, or there might be a funeral nearby. They believe dogs, because they can see
things humans can't, use this sound to express grief.
I, being a skeptic, naturally scoff at this scientifically baseless claim. However
, my team leader mentioned a large, undeveloped bamboo grove near our community where stray dogs frequently roam. Therefore,
if I hear barking, I'd better check it out when I have time, lest some residents complain to the company about
our negligence.
If it were just one or two, it wouldn't be so bad. But when I first arrived, I went out to check on the group leader's orders
, only to find a black mongrel leading dozens of stray dogs, all gathered in an open space, rolling
and playing. When I approached them, the lead dog suddenly stood up, and the others stopped what they were doing
, staring at me with wary, fierce eyes. I was so frightened that I immediately ran back to the guardhouse, then
locked the door, trembling all over. Finally, I made myself a cup of hot coffee to calm my nerves, and only then did my terrified emotions subside slightly.
From then on, unless a resident told me directly, I would completely ignore them.
Hearing the sound of dog whistling, my ears seemed to grow foreskin, automatically shutting off my hearing,
oblivious to the situation outside, and continuing to indulge in my own erotic world.
Just as I was browsing pornographic photos online, my penis so hard I wanted to masturbate in the bathroom,
I caught a glimpse of a hurried figure rushing towards me out of the corner of my eye. I cursed under my breath, immediately slammed down my laptop
, and reluctantly went to meet her.
"Guard, guard, excuse me, have you seen me… um… my wife?"
I looked at him, briefly recalling the information in my mind, before realizing he was referring to the
strange woman who had drifted away through the main gate a while ago. So I coughed lightly and replied, "Mr. Fang, your wife left about half an hour ago
."
"Hmm… do you know where she went?"
"Sorry, she didn't say." Only
after saying this did I suddenly realize that since I started working in this community, I didn't think I'd ever heard her say
a word. Even when she came here to sign for packages, or played with the dog in the courtyard, aside from the occasional smile to people and the dog
, I couldn't recall ever hearing her voice.
Just then, the faint, chilling sound of conch shells drifted from afar. The man in front of me, upon hearing it
, suddenly changed his expression and dashed out the door.
"Strange? Most people pretend not to hear the conch shells, but he actually… um… well, weirdo
girl with weirdo guy, they're a perfect match."
I quipped a few words at the departing figure, and had barely sat back down when I suddenly realized what would happen if he
encountered a pack of stray dogs…
To avoid him complaining and losing my job, I reluctantly grabbed my company-issued wooden baton, took
my flashlight, and left the guardhouse, walking tremblingly towards the open space.
Arriving at the open space with trepidation, I looked around, thankfully without seeing the terrifying pack of dogs; just as I
was about to turn away, the heart-wrenching sound of conch shells echoed again from the bamboo grove deep within the open space.
I had initially planned to adopt an ostrich-like attitude and simply leave, ignoring the rustling, anxious
whispers that followed, rekindled my intense curiosity.
I circled the fence around the open space and found a
small hole, just big enough for one person to pass through, in the fence on the other side of the community. After a moment's consideration, I decided to crawl in and investigate.
I tiptoed into the bamboo grove, following the sound. Soon, by the moonlight filtering through the branches, I looked up at
the bright moon, and the legend of the conch shell whistle suddenly flashed through my mind. My heart tightened.
"May all the gods protect me. I, Qiu Zhisheng, have never done anything wrong. I'm just here as per company regulations. If
I have offended anyone, please forgive me,"
I muttered, dragging my trembling legs, gripping my baton and flashlight tightly, as I staggered towards
the source of the sound. As I drew closer, the faint whispers gradually became clearer.
"...Yuxuan...look carefully, I'm your brother, not a bad guy...you...please wake up, stop
degrading yourself like this, okay?...you...please put on some clothes...you look...
really...awful..."
These strange words drifted into my ears on the wind, followed by angry barking from ahead. But the sound
...didn't sound like a dog at all, and the anxious whispers sounded so familiar...
Finally approaching the source of the sound, as I hid in the shadows of the bamboo thicket, parted the bamboo leaves, and saw
the scene before me, I couldn't help but exclaim, "Damn!"
Looking around, I saw a young girl, completely naked, kneeling on the ground, a leather rope tied around her neck, the end of which was fastened to a bamboo stem.
She was barking furiously at the man in front of her, her eyes gleaming with malice; while the man
, exasperated and anxious, was pleading with the girl.
This couple was none other than the strange couple who had left the community one after the other.
The question is, why did he just call her his brother? Also, isn't her name Zhiqing? Why did he address her that way?
"Yu Xuan?"
Before I could process the string of questions, the man seemed to sense something and suddenly shouted at me,
"Who? Who's there?"
Seeing him running towards me, I quickly got up and stepped out of the shadows of the bamboo grove.
"Mr. Fang, I'm sorry, it's me."
The man was taken aback when he saw me, then stepped in front of the girl and said, "What do you want?"
"Um... because there are often stray dogs around here, I came to check... uh... I hope I haven't
ruined your romantic time..."
As I turned to leave, my gaze inadvertently swept over the girl's white buttocks, and I suddenly caught sight of a
familiar tattoo. Instinctively, I pushed the man aside, went to the woman's side, and
shone the flashlight on the tattoo on her buttocks. Only after I clearly saw the pattern did I exclaim loudly, "Damn! So that's
how it is! Hmm... It really is 'Night Ling's' masterpiece, and it's an A-grade Night Dog with an 85% development rate!
Tsk tsk... What a pity, what a pity..."
"What a pity?"
"If she were to be implanted with the long-acting hormone 'rup-606-6,' she could be trained into an S-grade
top-quality dog queen." As soon as I finished speaking, I immediately stopped in alarm and turned around nervously.
"Uh...hehe...Mr. Fang, you two have fun. If there's nothing else, I'll be going now."
Just as I brushed past him, he suddenly shouted sharply behind me, "Stop!"
"Uh...Mr. Fang, um...don't worry, I won't say anything carelessly."
"Sir, that's not what I meant." I saw his expression soften slightly, and then he
said in a more amiable tone, "I...you...do you have a way to make her come to her senses?"
"Ah! You...uh...isn't she your carefully trained female dog?" At this point, I suddenly thought of
something and quickly backed away while waving my hands, saying, "Uh...sorry, I don't know anything, I didn't
see anything."
"Sir, you must know why my sister became like this, please save her."
"Huh? She's your sister? You guys..." I looked at them with suspicion.
"I..." The man had just opened his mouth when the naked girl, who was lying on all fours on the ground, probably realized that we
no longer posed a threat to her, so she raised her head again and blew a mournful snail in the bright moonlight.
Seeing the girl's inhuman behavior, the man turned to face me and suddenly knelt down before me: "Sir
, my only living relative is this younger sister. If I lose my only sister, I can't go
on living."
"Uh... Mr. Fang, I really can't do anything. To be honest, she... she's too deeply poisoned, there's
no saving her."
"What do you mean?"
"Um... if I may ask, does she sleep on the bed or the floor?"
"Uh... at first she would listen to me and sleep on the bed, but when I wake up the next day and see her, she's always
sleeping on the floor."
"Then I may ask you one last question, does she become particularly agitated around the fifteenth of the lunar month,
pacing around the house and constantly talking to herself? And if it happens to be
the night of the full moon, and she sees the bright moon, she keeps wanting to run outside?"
"How do you know?"
"Hmm... if I'm not mistaken, she was kidnapped for a while. She was rescued,
but when she was rescued, she was probably mentally impaired and couldn't even speak, right?"
"Officer, no! Divine being, please save my sister!"
Seeing him about to kowtow to me, I quickly stepped forward and grabbed him, saying, "Mr. Fang, you... sigh... to be honest
, she's long past the golden period for treatment, and without proper care, even if a god descended
to earth, it would be too late." "Divine being, as long as you can cure my sister, I 　　'll give you
anything, no matter the cost, even my life ." 　　"Uh... Mr. Fang... you should get up and take her home." 　　"No! I won't!" The man raised his head, suddenly bursting into tears as he roared at me, "You could have saved her, 　　why didn't you?" 　　"Damn! Do you know what kind of harm she suffered? Don't tell me I can't save 　　her; even if I could, it might cost me my life. If a complete stranger suddenly asked you 　　to exchange your life for his, would you agree?" 　　"Hmm... Is it that serious?" 　　"Damn! You have no idea how dark and twisted 'Night Ling's' methods are! 　　You should be grateful your sister is still alive and back with you." 　　Seeing his stunned expression, I sighed and patted his shoulder. "If she can't remember 　　anything from her past, it's actually a good thing for her. If you can take care of her, then take care of her. If 　　you really can't handle it, then send her to a mental hospital." 　　"...Is there really no other way? Dear God, do you have any brothers or sisters? If this happened 　　to you, would you abandon them and leave them to fend for themselves in a mental hospital?" 　　"I... Sigh... Okay, I'll try first. If I can successfully bring her home, then we'll see." 　　"Really...really? Thank you, thank you, sir..." 　　"Mr. Fang, I'm just a lowly security guard, not a god." 　　With that, I approached the girl. Upon seeing me, she stared warily, letting out 　　a low growl. 　　I glanced at the tattoo on the girl's buttocks, then turned to look at the man: "Her former name had 　　the character 'Xuan' in it, right?" 　　"Ah!? Oh, yes...her...her real name is Fang Yuxuan." 　　"Okay, then whatever I do or say to her later, you can't interfere, or don't 　　blame me for not helping you." 　　"As long as you can get her dressed and go home, you can do whatever you want to me." 　　(Uh...dude, that's quite ambiguous!) 　　I shook my head, staring at the naked girl kneeling on the ground for a while, feeling her eyes...

Amidst a mixture of fear and doubt, I suddenly raised my baton and yelled at her, "Xuan Nu,
be quiet!"
"Woof... Woof! Woof!"
"Xuan Nu, listen to me, don't bark! If you bark again, I'll hit you!"
"Roar... Woof! Woof!"
"Didn't you hear your master tell you to be quiet? Still barking! Get down here obediently!"
Upon hearing this, I immediately hardened my face, raised my baton, and
swung it forcefully at the bamboo beside me, producing a dull crack that shook the bamboo grove.
The girl seemed startled by my action, whimpering softly as she slowly lay down, but she still stared warily at
the wooden stick in my hand.
"Xuan Nu, you're such a good girl, Xuan Nu is the most obedient and slutty bitch, isn't she?"
"Woof...woof..."
"Very good, as long as you're a good girl, your master will reward you with a big cock. Do you want it, Xuan Nu?"
"Woof woof!"
Watching the girl change from lying down to squatting, she barked happily a few times on her hands and feet, then stuck out her tongue and shook her snow-white
buttocks, like a dog begging for affection.
"Hmm...Xuan Nu is such a good girl, let your master pet her."
Seeing that she had let her guard down, I put away the wooden stick, walked step by step to her side, slowly reached out my hand, and
gently patted her head a few times. She then, like a spoiled child, rested her head on my trouser leg and happily rubbed
against it.
Only then did I breathe a sigh of relief, stroking her long, soft hair as I said, "Good girl, Xuan Nu,
you're the best bitch. Master will take you home now, and you can suck Master's cock properly, okay?"
"Woof, woof!"
Seeing her happily squinting her eyes, looking completely blissful, I slowly untied the leather rope from the bamboo stem,
picked up my clothes from the ground and draped them over her. Then I pulled her up from the ground, holding the rope, and
said to the dumbfounded man, "Let's go home first."
※※※
Under the cover of Mr. Fang and me, after safely escorting the nearly naked girl home, the girl
still obediently squatted by my trouser leg, her expectant eyes fixed on my crotch.
I stroked her head and said with a wry smile, "Xuan Nu, Master has something to deal with right now. Just stay
home and wait for Master, okay?"
"Woof...woof...woof...woof..."
Looking at her expectant yet anxious eyes, I couldn't help but sigh and asked, "Mr. Fang,
how long has your sister been like this?"
"About a year and a half. She was rescued two years ago and received psychological counseling and medication.
For the first six months, her condition improved a little, but for some reason, starting a year and a half ago, her condition not only
didn't improve, but it got worse and worse... Dear God, what illness does my sister have?"
"Aphasia and delusions, a very serious mental illness." Seeing his unfriendly expression, I stroked the girl's
head and said, "Mr. Fang, please don't be angry. Your sister suffered severe trauma before, so she actively shut
down her mind. Plus, the previous treatment wasn't effective, so now, besides praying that she suddenly wakes up one day,
there's no other way."
"But you...didn't you just coax her back?"
"I was just taking advantage of her deep-seated subservience, using a little... less-than-honorable methods..."
"What do you mean?"
"Hmm..." Seeing his stubborn look, determined to get to the bottom of things, I
took a deep breath. "Have you heard of terms like 'sex slave' or 'training'?"
Upon hearing this, he paused for a moment, then exclaimed in surprise, "Ah! You mean... my sister is a perverted
sex slave?"
"Hmm." I nodded noncommittally.
"Impossible!" The man standing opposite me roared at me fiercely, "My sister has always been a
kind, obedient, and well-educated girl. How could she possibly have come into contact with such
perverted things?"
"Mr. Fang, facts speak louder than words. If she hasn't been exposed to these things, then how do you explain her current
situation?"
"God, no! Mr. Security Guard, you seem to know a lot about this kind of thing. Could it be that you...?"
"Hehe, Mr. Fang, I'm just a lowly security guard who likes to visit pornographic websites. Hmm... if
you don't want her to get worse, you'd better help her release some of her pent-up desire now, otherwise, I'm afraid she won't be able to resist
sneaking out to scare people again... I have to go now." After saying this, I gently patted the girl's head, "
Good girl, Master has to go now. I'll come see you another day when I have time. You have to be a good girl and listen to your brother, understand
?"
"Woof...woof...woof!" The girl suddenly became temperamental, using both her hands and mouth to bite
and tug at my trouser leg, refusing to let me leave, leaving me momentarily at a loss.
"Xuan Nu, be a good girl. If Xuan Nu listens to her brother, when Master comes to see you another day, he will
reward you with a big meat stick. If Xuan Nu doesn't listen, Master will whip you. Understand?" In the end, I
had to put on a stern face and speak to her sharply.
As soon as I finished speaking, she released my trouser leg with a wronged expression, curling up by the door, seemingly
trying to block the door with her body, silently protesting my resentment at breaking my promise.
I turned to the man helplessly. "Mr. Fang, your sister's temper is really stubborn. But it's also because
of her strong will that she's managed to hold on until now. Um... excuse me, may I ask you a personal
question?"
"What question?"
"Um... when was the last time you had sex with her?"
"Ah! Please! She's my sister! How could you possibly think of me with her...? Damn! Don't you think that kind of thinking
is disgusting and perverted!?"
"Didn't you tell us she's your wife?"
"Uh... I did this to cover it up, to prevent her from getting hurt again.
Mr. Security Guard, are you... are you sure you're just a... normal person who likes to browse porn sites?"
"Hehe, we're all men, after all. Besides, I don't have a girlfriend right now, so I like browsing porn sites,
occasionally spending some money, or attending one-night stands, or going to popular nightclubs late at night
to 'pick up corpses' and release my pent-up sexual desires. It shouldn't be a big deal, right?"
"Mr. Security Guard, let's not beat around the bush. Look, if you really have a way to cure my sister,
I don't care what you do or how much it costs me. Because from your conversation just now, and
the methods you used on my sister, I know you must have a very deep understanding of that twisted world; otherwise, you wouldn't
have known what she'd been through just by looking at her."
"Mr. Fang, I beg you, please don't force me. Because I don't want to experience having a gun pointed at
my head again, threatening to kill my whole family. Sigh... Mr. Fang, I'm really sorry, I really
can't help you."
"Uh... is it that serious?"
"Nonsense! Otherwise, with my master's degree in electronics from Japan, what job couldn't I find? Why
would I have to put up with working the night shift here and constantly putting up with your unreasonable complaints!"
"Uh...sorry, I didn't know you had a highly educated penis...no, I misspoke
, I meant elite. But what does that have to do with your job search? Did you offend some high-
ranking political or business figure?"
"A mafia boss. How about that, cool and awesome, right?" I said in a half-joking tone.
"Ah! Could it be... you're from a gang?"
"Please! The first requirement for security work is no criminal record. If I were involved in organized crime,
how could I possibly be hired by a security company?"
"Then?"
"Mr. Fang, please allow me to respect my privacy. Um... I'm sorry, I've been away from my post for
a while... For the sake of my job, I have to take my leave."
"Stop!"
(To be continued)
Chapter Three: Accepting the Commission
"What?" I said with a stern face.
"If you don't agree to treat my sister, I'll spread rumors in the community that you're a
perverted old man who likes to molest young girls."
"Damn it! You dare threaten me?! If you dare do that, believe me, I can sue you for defamation!"
"So what if I'm sued? Even if you win, the residents won't trust you anymore. At that point, I don't
believe you'll still have the nerve to work here." "
Mr. Fang, I've already said, your sister is truly beyond saving. Unless she's willing to open her heart again
, no one can save her."
"Then help her open her heart!" He took a deep breath, his expression grave and conflicted, and said,
"If normal treatment methods don't work, I allow you to use unconventional methods." "
Damn it! Aren't you asking the impossible? We dominatrixes… uh…" Realizing I'd accidentally let
something slip, I immediately shut my mouth, looking at him anxiously.
"Damn! You're definitely not a normal person! Tell me, how can I cure my sister?"
"Ugh... if he finds out I've 'returned to my side hustle,' I'll be torn to pieces. I... I beg you,
please stop pressuring me."
"Please! Taiwan is a society that values the rule of law! No matter how shady their background is,
are the government's law enforcement agencies really afraid to intervene and just let gangsters bully ordinary people like us?"
"Damn! My dad's a retired criminal investigation police officer. If he could have handled it back then, why would I
be stuck here like a rat, just waiting to die?"
"Wow! Bro, what heinous thing did you do that even the police can't help you?"
I sighed and said, "Ugh... I just... I accidentally got involved with a gangster boss's daughter and
trained her into a basic E-level dog slave."
"Really!?"
"Come on! Her daughter used to work at the same game software company as me, and she doesn't have
'My dad' written all over her face.' Plus, she asked me to train her herself. How was I supposed to know she had such a
formidable 'good' father?"
"Uh... Brother, you... you're really not an ordinary person. After hearing about your amazing achievements, I, Fang Zhonghao,
admire you from the bottom of my heart."
"How about that? My domineering aura is strong enough, isn't it? Do you want to worship me?" I said in a self-deprecating,
relaxed tone.
"Uh... I'd better just be a good ordinary citizen. But speaking of which... my sister?"
"Tch! Why is your temper as stubborn as your sister's? I've explained it so clearly, are you not understanding or are you
pretending to be stupid?" I was starting to get impatient.
"No, guard, if you really have a way to cure my sister, and if the gangsters really
come knocking on our door, and the situation gets so serious that I need to take a bullet for you, I'll definitely stand in front of you without hesitation."
"Damn! Anyone can talk a good game! If dozens of guns were pointed at your head, I don't believe you'd still be so
loyal. Besides, with that belly of yours, you have no pecs, and your eight-pack abs are all firmly set together
, how many bullets could you possibly take for me?" I pointed at his slightly protruding belly, berating him.
"I...I...uh...is society really that dark?"
"What do you think?" I crossed my arms, giving him a cold look.
"Hmm... Brother," he said, his eyes darting around, "You can't say that! Think about it, you
trained that gangster's daughter into a dog slave, that's why he wanted you dead. But I want you to train
my sister back to a normal person... Hmm... In a way, that's a good deed... If that gangster
knew, I think... he wouldn't make things difficult for you. What do you think?"
"Ugh! You! Sigh... If only that person were that easy to talk to."
Seeing that I wouldn't budge no matter what, he suddenly knelt down when I wasn't looking,
his voice choked with sobs, "Guard, I beg you, please find a way to save my sister. If... if you can really cure
her, I'm willing to let you be my brother-in-law."
"Huh! What did you say?"
"Hmm... Although I don't understand your perverted world, I've seen these kinds of videos before. Like
just now, when you said those lewd things, my sister actually listened to you obediently, which means you know some
treatment methods I can't condone. If having sex with her is an unavoidable treatment method, I hope she
only has sex with you. That way, you don't have a girlfriend, she doesn't have a boyfriend, and you can naturally
become a couple... I think, no matter how domineering that mob boss is, he can't interfere with how couples should get along,
right?"
"Hmm..." Looking at this brother, who had knelt and begged me repeatedly to cure his dearest sister,
I couldn't bring myself to refuse him anymore. I had no choice but to relent and say, "Sigh! Alright, I'll give it a try
. To be honest, we BDSM practitioners only like to train normal women into sex slaves, but to train a near-S-class
top-tier dog slave back into a normal person... I think that's absolutely an unprecedented feat in the history of BDSM. Also, let
me make this clear first, I'm only trying to treat her, I can't guarantee a cure."
"It's okay, as long as you're willing to help. Big brother, thank you. If you really cure my sister,
she and I will be eternally grateful to you."
"Uh... no need for gratitude, I just hope you won't try to kill me, your future brother-in-law, with a knife in the future, then
I'll really have to burn incense and thank the gods for their blessing."
"How so?"
"You'll find out in time, but for now... do you need to leave?"
"What do you mean?"
I pointed at the girl who was naked and curled up at the gate, and said, "I have to reward her quickly, otherwise
there's no one in the guardhouse right now. If something happens, even if I don't get shot in the head by the gangsters, I'll be
drowned in complaints and spittle from the motorcycle resident."
"Hmm...you mean?"
"Have sex with her! Do you want to be a spectator here and watch your sister and I put on a sex show?"
"Uh...then I...I'll go to the convenience store at the alley entrance first, and you can find me there later."
"Okay." I nodded, and then said to the girl curled up at the gate, "Xuan Nu, Master has decided to reward
you with a big dick, so hurry up and come here." As soon as I
said this, the girl immediately got up, ran to me, squatted down, happily stuck out her tongue, and stared intently at my
crotch, while Fang Zhonghao shook his head painfully and quickly walked out the gate.
Just as he turned to close the door, I suddenly remembered something and immediately spoke up, "Mr. Fang, is your sister
still taking sleeping pills or sedatives?"
"Yes. Why?"
"Could you please give me five?"
"What!? Five...five pills?"
I nodded nonchalantly, "Because I'll be using a deep hypnosis technique later, and if the dosage isn't
enough, I'm afraid the effect will be greatly reduced."
"She usually only takes one before bed, and the doctor repeatedly warned her not to take too many..."
"Damn it! Do you even need to treat your sister? If you do, just give it to her now! If you keep nagging like this,
I'm done."
"Hmm... okay."
He returned to the bedroom shortly after, then came out with a bag of pills, looking at me with concern. "Are you sure
she'll be fine after taking so many?"
I glanced at the names and dosages on the bag and casually replied, "Don't worry! It's just a low dose of sedatives
. Unless she takes more than twenty at once, she won't need a stomach pump. Otherwise, she'll be perfectly fine."
As I finished speaking, he looked at me strangely and said, "Uh... guard, are you... are you sure you're just a— 　　well-behaved, sleazy security guard
who likes to browse porn sites, occasionally pays for escort services, or looks for one-night stands online ?" 　　"Uh..." I quickly poured out five white pills to cover my embarrassment, then handed the bag back to 　　him, saying sternly, "Alright, don't worry about it! Time is precious, I need to get back to 　　the guardhouse for my shift." 　　After the weirdo left, I immediately closed and locked the door, then went to the kitchen to pour a glass of water. Back 　　in the living room, I sat on the sofa, patted my thigh, and said to the girl squatting in front of me, "Come 　　here." 　　The girl obediently crawled to me, placed her hands on my thighs, happily stuck out her tongue, and 　　gazed at me expectantly. 　　(To be continued)

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