The Floating Life and Red Beauty Academy (complete)

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Floating Life Beauty Academy, ranked number one in the nation, is the only comprehensive school in the country with kindergarten, junior high, high school, university, and graduate school—a complete educational system.
This academy boasts a vast and picturesque campus, built with state-of-the-art new buildings at great expense. It possesses the best teachers, the most advanced and complete facilities in the city, and, importantly, a highly liberal academic atmosphere. Students can freely choose courses and teachers based on their interests, attracting thousands of students.
However, nothing is ever perfect. The exorbitant tuition fees and strictly limited student numbers shatter the dreams of many. Most regrettably, this barrier has been exploited by unscrupulous individuals, becoming a monopoly for the upper class, a true aristocratic academy—a major flaw in its appeal.
Within this academy lies a secret club, not openly acknowledged, called
the Slave Club.
It gathers students with a strong interest in SM, developing various training programs in every corner of the campus. Even the school's higher-ups have traces of their activities.
The story begins with the arrival of two new students... As
a
transfer student from another school, stepping into the vast campus of Fusheng Hongyan for the first time is both shocking and daunting.
The school provides a broad platform for exploration, offering comprehensive support and guidance for students' various developmental possibilities.
This is reflected not only in regular academic teaching but also in the flourishing development of numerous clubs on campus.
Without the companionship of my roommate, Xiaoqing, who went directly from our high school to university,
I might have completely lost the ability to choose, standing on the three-kilometer-long main road of the campus lined with hundreds of booths from various clubs.
"As the grandest event at the beginning of each academic year, club recruitment is a must."
"That's a major event that every freshman must participate in. You can find friends in clubs, flirt with handsome senior students from other majors, and maybe even find your ideal boyfriend."
"Look, if you like math, there's a modeling club. If you like astronomy, well, let me tell you, our school has a telescope that's just as good as the science museum, the only one of its kind in the country, hahaha. Of course, if you're athletic, don't choose soccer or basketball, they're too cliché. Um, I'll secretly tell you, our school has a fencing club, and there are tons of handsome senior students in it. After a match, they take off their black masks, reveal their handsome faces, and shake the sweat from their hair...oh, just thinking about it makes me swoon!" The
enthusiastic Xiaoqing chattered on and on about her understanding and insights into the school's clubs. Just as I was listening intently, I realized we had reached the end of the main road.
In the quiet shade of the trees, far from the crowds, there was a simple stall.
Two senior female students with high ponytails stood quietly in front of the stall, gazing into the distance, seemingly oblivious to the surrounding commotion.
Their bodies possessed a maturity and allure beyond their years. Despite wearing school uniform dresses, the small buttons couldn't contain their enormous breasts, which appeared ready to burst out at any moment. Their astonishingly slender waists perfectly illustrated the phrase "a handful." Their slim waists further accentuated their already ample hips, transforming the traditional dress into a sexy mini-skirt.
Seeing me so engrossed, Qingqing tugged at my sleeve angrily, "Stop looking! That club is terrifying. They play sadomasochistic games. Look at those two tiny waists; they've been wearing corsets for ages to achieve that… Do you want to end up like that? Let's go, let's go!"
"Is it… an SM club?" I murmured absentmindedly, still lost in thought.
"Yes, yes, hurry up, hurry up, I'll take you to see something else."
My senior's alluring figure still lingered in my mind, and the deepest desires hidden in my soul finally found an outlet, beginning to attack my brain wildly.
Yes, I'm a lewd girl who has secretly observed the SM world for several years... Before, I only looked at the text and pictures... Now that I have the opportunity to experience it firsthand... how could I just miss it...
Taking advantage of Qingqing's inattention, I secretly slipped away to that alluring and mysterious booth.
My senior smiled and handed me a small black folded card with a blue snake pattern and a peony printed on it.
The blue snake slithered across the entire card in a strange and twisted posture, its bright red tongue teasing the peony's stamen. Mysterious and full of sexual innuendo, the snake's tongue happened to be the red string that opened the card.
Pulling out the red string, inside was a brief but heart-pounding document—Slave Contract
II.
Seeing the card my senior gave me, and thinking of Qingqing's words, my heart was filled with contradictions.
A slave contract, my dream, finally I don't have to hide it anymore. But I still have some reservations. Is it really okay to make this hobby public?
My senior sister saw my attitude and smiled, "Junior, you're already tempted. Sign the contract, and a new world will open up for you. What are you still hesitating about?"
I looked at my senior sister's smiling face, and then thought about my concerns again, frowning in confusion.
This dilemma ended with the appearance of a boy.
His appearance seemed to have magic, just like the fairy Zixia dreamed of. He seemed to arrive on a cloud, and I couldn't take my eyes off him.
He walked up to my senior sister, lifted her chin, and said, "You smile so sweetly." He kissed her without regard for others. My senior sister, who had been talking so eloquently just now, blushed and lowered her head.
He saw me staring in disbelief and laughed, "Come on, come and touch your senior sister's body."
I looked at my senior sister, my eyes questioning. Seeing her nod at me, I stepped forward and reached out my hand.
Before my hand could even touch my senior sister's body, he grabbed it. I blushed and lowered my head.
His hand, leading mine, moved towards her breasts. I was surprised; she wasn't wearing a bra. His touch continued downwards, surprising me even more. I seemed to feel the texture of rope. Startled, I looked up. My senior sister nodded knowingly.
It was indeed a rope. My senior sister was standing there wearing a rope garment. I suddenly felt a pang of envy. How wonderful it would be if I were the one standing there wearing a rope garment! He pulled my hand, found the rope, and began to pull. My senior sister looked at him pleadingly, seemingly hoping he would stop, but deep in her eyes was expectation.
Seeing this, my hand, which had been being held by my senior brother, tugged hard on the rope. My senior sister finally couldn't help but gasp and immediately covered her mouth.
He released my hand, gave my senior sister a wink, and she glared at me, her eyes watery, her face flushed, completely lacking in power. But remembering the situation, she turned and walked behind the stall.
He looked at me, and finally, his smile wasn't just a smile, but a hint of amusement. "It seems you've made your decision."
I nodded firmly and said, "I'm joining." I signed my name resolutely and handed it to him.
"Well then, let's go check out the venue. Here, in the quiet
of
the night, we followed my senior into a room deep within the academy.
Pushing open the door, we were greeted by complete darkness.
My senior lit a red candle, twisted my arms behind my back, and pushed me into the room.
"This is the training room, and also our club's main activity area."
"You'll be coming here often to do some naughty things," my senior whispered in my ear teasingly.
A strange sense of shame crept into my heart, and I unconsciously trembled at the arms he held me captive.
"Don't move, or I'll burn your neck with candle wax," my senior brother jokingly threatened, seemingly easing the tension.
"Take it off. No one but me can see you. If your clothes get caught in the ropes, it'll hurt a lot."
Under my senior brother's gaze, I quietly removed my clothes. Only in that instant did I notice that three walls of the room were huge mirrors, and the other side was a window covered by thick curtains. The candlelight, reflected in the mirrors, scattered into countless points of light, surrounding my pale body, unsettling and unreal.
My heart pounded, and cold sweat began to bead on my temples.
My senior brother saw through my fear, standing behind me and holding me close, comforting me. "Absolute trust in your master is the most important rule of this game."
"If you're scared, don't look."
Long strips of cloth were wrapped around my eyes, and the world returned to a peaceful darkness.
Standing alone in the darkness, I felt my arms being grabbed again and bound with heavy ropes.
The knots crisscrossed, binding my arms behind my back, then lifting me upwards.
My body involuntarily leaned forward, suspended on tiptoe with my buttocks sticking out.
My senior brother tightened the remaining rope, turning around to carefully examine his creation. Seemingly feeling the appearance wasn't pitiful enough, he turned and pulled another piece of rope, folding and binding one of my thighs, hanging it from the rope in front of my chest.
This forced me to barely maintain my balance on one leg.
The strength was slowly drained from my body by this contorted posture; the discomfort of the ropes now outweighed the pleasure of the bondage. I twisted my bound body uncomfortably, trying to find a sliver of support, fine beads of sweat gradually covering my skin.
"Are you feeling unwell? Let me feed you some water."
I looked up gratefully towards the source of the voice,
only to have my nose suddenly pinched shut, and water began to flow into my mouth. I had no choice but to obediently swallow large gulps. My stomach gradually felt bloated and painfully full.
"Drink up. You'll have the strength to endure the trials to come."
The air in my lungs was gradually being depleted, and I struggled desperately like a helpless little animal, only to be met with even stricter control and choking. Finally, before my consciousness faded, the water stopped, and a precious breath of air rushed into my chest.
"Senior brother, I..." Before I could even ask, a gag was brutally shoved into my mouth, choking back all the grievances I felt.
"Be good, and you'll be fine. The pleasure of humiliation is exceptionally intoxicating." My senior brother stroked my hair, then removed the tear-soaked blindfold.
The surrounding lights suddenly came on.
My eyes struggled for a moment before finally adjusting to the light.
But all I could see was a sea of dark heads.
The room, which had been empty just moments before, was now filled with dozens of club members, some standing, some kneeling, surrounding me and staring at my naked body. The alluring female protagonist, her eyes brimming with a gentle yet sharp glint, leaned against the door, idly surveying her surroundings, leading a slender, boneless kitten. The middle-aged male protagonist, seemingly a teacher, stroked the slightly disheveled hair of two female dogs beside him with an innocent smile. There was even a male dog with deep dimples, shirtless, revealing shallow abdominal muscles. He sat obediently beside his senior, his massive penis, barely concealed by thick jeans, bulging a shockingly prominent bulge in his crotch.
Many more pairs of eyes scanned my body with various strange gazes. I dared not look any longer; an overwhelming sense of shame made me lower my head in embarrassment.
"A youthful and beautiful body is meant to be admired. What's there to be upset about? This is a psychological transformation that everyone must go through to join," the senior brother whispered teasingly in my ear.
"The welcome party officially begins. Show your enthusiasm, members. Come and welcome our newest member, Shuangshuang the little bitch," the senior brother flashed his signature intoxicating smile.
The members began to file towards me.
"It's a pleasure to meet you, my little darling. I have a little gift for you," the alluring female lead said, her captivating high heels clicking as she walked slowly towards me, lightly kissing my cheek while placing two golden nipple bells between her nipples.
"Hello, new student. Let me see your cheeky little face," the male teacher said, lifting my chin and meeting my eyes.
"How dare you look at your teacher like that? You deserve a slap!" Two crisp slaps rang out as I received a fiery blow to each cheek.
The other members walked past me one by one, their words warm and touching, their hands moving in a chaotic mess. I felt countless hands gliding over my body, pinching, squeezing, kneading, poking, meticulously caring for every sensitive spot. My breasts were kneaded into various shapes, my plump buttocks endured the torment of various slaps and whips. My skin, under the continuous caresses, glowed an intoxicating pink, and something called shame was being savagely torn away and stripped from my body by countless hands. The heat in my body spurred the secretion of love juice, and the silvery liquid slowly flowed down my thighs. The male dog
jumped joyfully towards me, his head probing between my legs to deeply sniff the flower already trapped in the wet and sticky clitoris, his nose playfully sliding between the clitoris, his hot breath sending a tingling sensation through me. Seeing this, my senior brother angrily shouted, "Come back!" Only then did he resentfully pull back, opening his mouth to bite the ankle that bore the full weight of my body. The excruciating pain made me want to kick him hard, but my body was tightly bound by the rope, and I could only watch helplessly as the little male dog ran triumphantly back to its owner.
"Naughty,"
my senior brother said affectionately, stroking the short fur on the dog's head. The little beast immediately shook its head excitedly, rubbing against my senior brother's leg repeatedly.
My senior brother ignored the dog's playfulness and pulled a pair of black, half-palm rubber gloves from his shirt pocket. He put them on as he walked towards me.
"That bellyful of water you just had should be enough, hehehe."
"Uncomfortable? Let me help you relieve yourself."
A finger gently touched my pubic bone, sliding along the curve of my vulva into the depths of my flower. A strange sensation, like an electric current, instantly swept through my body. My senior brother was vigorously digging into my vagina with his finger, and my body involuntarily contracted in rhythm with his digging, secreting even more viscous love fluid. The finger seemed to sense this wanton cooperation, and it thrust even more wildly deeper. More lust was successfully aroused,
and the unfulfilled desire, suspended in mid-air, completely overwhelmed the last vestiges of reason.
Just a little more, just a little more. Lust spread throughout my body, driving me to thrust my plump buttocks up and down, yearning for the fingers to penetrate deeper. But the harder I tried, the weaker the pressure from those fingers became, finally stopping at the very edge of orgasm.
"How can this be? Don't stop, give it to me… give it to me…" Anxious thoughts repeatedly pounded in my mind.
I frantically twisted my hips, trying to find the breakthrough point for orgasm, but the more I exerted myself, the greater the pressure at my urethra became, causing a long, drawn-out shiver to run through my body.
Seeing this, my senior brother immediately turned to the side, abruptly pulled out his finger, and flicked it hard at my urethra.
"Awoooooo…"
With a mournful cry amplified by the gag, the muscles that had been taut for so long could no longer withstand the intense stimulation, and my strength gave way. I felt a warm, slick liquid gush out from behind me, slowly flowing down my thighs. What followed would likely be a mess of yellowish, foul-smelling liquid on the floor, a stark contrast to my utterly shameless soul.
But what did any of this have to do with me?
A female dog's destiny is to be used for human pleasure.
A silver dog bone pendant, engraved with my name, was fastened to my neck by my senior with a black collar.
Welcome to the club's thirty-seventh official member, my slutty little bitch.
A
year later, it's club recruitment time again.
I was dressed up by my seniors to welcome the upcoming new members.
Underneath my short school uniform, there was no bra; layers of rope tightened around my body, and two annoying nipple bells jingled as I walked.
I had to arrive at the venue early. My wicked senior—no, my master—inserted two vibrating eggs into my vagina, and even threw in an anal plug.
The seniors scourd the corners of the booths for new juniors.
The sun shone brightly again, and I stood there, quietly serving as a decorative vase.
And all of this ended with a shadow falling on me—a pure and lovely junior.
(The End)

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