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Golden Manor 

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Lin Jiang, born in an ordinary village in the Central Plains, was raised by parents who farmed and
did odd jobs in the surrounding area during the off-season. His family was of modest means.

While his childhood was somewhat impoverished, it wasn't considered too difficult in a village with a low cost of living
.

Lin Jiang never discussed this with outsiders, so it's impossible to say whether he was precocious. However,
at a very young age, he had a vague understanding of sex, many lewd sexual fantasies, and even
engaged in inappropriate behavior with his three cousins and two neighbor girls, befitting his age
and the nature of their relationships.

Of course, because he was so young and his body hadn't fully developed, all of this was nothing more than
the most naive and base imitations of childhood. Even the physical contact involving kissing and touching was merely simple
friction.

After several attempts, perhaps out of shame or boredom, the women stopped cooperating.
Gradually, after being rejected several times when Lin Jiang intentionally or unintentionally brought up these topics, and as he grew older and gained a clearer and
deeper understanding of these matters, he stopped mentioning them.

As time continued, Lin Jiang lived a somewhat impoverished life and engaged in monotonous and tedious
studies.

His grades were neither particularly good nor bad. His introverted personality meant his relationships with his classmates were average,
but his honest and simple nature, mixed with his introversion, prevented him from having any conflicts with anyone.

All of this seemed like a dull, uneventful story, no
different from countless other ordinary people, nothing extraordinary.

Even when he was idle, he would read erotic magazines and novels, occasionally downloading obscene
pictures and videos online, and sometimes having lewd fantasies.

However, Lin Jiang only considered these as entertainment when bored, never taking them seriously. Besides, he figured
many men and even many women had experienced such things, so it wasn't anything special.

And so it went until Lin Jiang muddled through a third-rate university, barely managing to get a diploma.

A diploma from such a low-quality university naturally had little value, and
Lin Jiang, having already drifted through university aimlessly, lacked ambition. So, after graduation, Lin Jiang left the big city where his university was located
and returned to his hometown, a very ordinary village. After several twists and turns, he found a job as a warehouse manager in

the Lehui Shopping Mall, a fairly large department store located only seven or eight miles from his village . Although nominally a warehouse manager, in reality, he was only responsible for assisting the warehouse manager in managing inventory and delivering goods to the store when needed—essentially low-skilled manual labor. Although his university degree wasn't enough to earn him much recognition, his hardworking and reliable character allowed him to establish himself in the seven-story Lehui Shopping Mall in the county town. After that, it followed the typical path of many ordinary people's lives. Lin Jiang, with his rather introverted personality, went through numerous blind dates over several years under pressure from his parents, finally marrying a woman. At twenty-six, Lin Jiang was considered quite old in the countryside. His height of nearly 1.7 meters was only average compared to most men. His unremarkable features made him seem indistinguishable in a crowd. His slightly overweight belly made him appear somewhat bloated, and his casual attire, stemming from his long hours handling and organizing goods in a warehouse, made him appear somewhat sloppy . He wasn't overly satisfied or grateful to have married a woman of similar age, whose looks were average, but whose figure was tall and slender, almost as tall as his own. He was content, if not utterly grateful. If everything had continued along the same path, his life, though uneventful, would have been peaceful and content for Lin Jiang, who had no great ambitions. Just as Lin Jiang was content and preparing to begin his happy life, believing that now that he was married , even if his wife was conservative, his virginity should be over and he no longer needed to satisfy his increasingly strong desires through various sexual fantasies and masturbation, fate seemed to find Lin Jiang's life too dull and played a cruel joke on him. No matter how hard Lin Jiang worked during the day, and how he transformed his previous slovenly appearance by washing up, dressing up, and tidying up the room at night, his wife, whom he had married in a whirlwind romance, remained unmoved and unwilling to be intimate with him. Selfish, lazy, arrogant, greedy—to list all the flaws that could be attributed to this woman , and none of this was an insult. After repeated efforts that only yielded a few semi-forced moments of intimacy and tedious sex, like paying for sex with a prostitute but still being met with resistance, Lin Jiang finally realized the true intentions behind his marriage. In her heart, she was a noble princess. Although she was extremely frigid for some unknown reason, she was still an untouchable princess. Marrying Lin Jiang meant expecting him to support her. For her, giving Lin Jiang this opportunity was already an immense favor; she didn't need to make any sacrifices. She only needed to enjoy it all with a clear conscience and continue to satisfy her delusional sense of superiority while despising Lin Jiang . The conflict erupted after Lin Jiang realized all this. Even with the constant mediation of both sets of parents, the two divorced after only a year. The huge gap between his hard work and the result, the anxiety after the divorce, and the pent-up desires he had accumulated over the years led Lin Jiang to stumble upon some SM dating information online. After much hesitation, he finally chose to enter this alternative erotic circle with perverse sexual fetishes, causing his life to begin heading in a direction he once thought impossible. "Bitch, want a dick?"





















































"Bitch, crawl over here."

Two simple sentences, yet these were
the most frequently used phrases after seeing those messages and adding the QQ numbers of women who, for various reasons, actively pursued their dark desires.

And these simple two sentences initially carried a tremendous impact on Lin Jiang. Even
after typing those words for the first time, Lin Jiang remembered the intense heartbeat that made him unsure if it was just simple
nervousness or mixed with the excitement of breaking a taboo.

Of course, for ordinary women, such humiliating words
meant nothing to women who truly craved to release their desires through perverse means; they were merely incredibly simple and hasty.

Messages were sent repeatedly, mostly met with indifferent silence. Perhaps some added him as a friend
only to enjoy the illusion of having too many friends on their phone; perhaps some regretted adding him, afraid
to chat yet unwilling to give up; and perhaps many others didn't refuse to chat but simply didn't want to
talk to such an awkward and unskilled Lin Jiang.

But there were always responses, and then came the pleasant or unpleasant chats.

At first, it was just simple role-playing, with each person using various identities to drive their inner turmoil through text,
enacting various lewd relationships. There were also the shameful questions and answers that, later considered the crudest and most unskilled,
still excited Lin Jiang at the time. And Lin Jiang, who had never uttered a vulgar word in front of outsiders,
used the increasingly crude language he learned to insult these women who enjoyed this base and lewd pleasure.

Some women never saw Lin Jiang again after one encounter, while others stayed for a while.

Regardless, once Lin Jiang embarked on this path, whether it was luck or someone trying
to compensate him for the immense setbacks he had endured, his phone in this virtual world
was constantly receiving messages from women pursuing this perverse lewd pleasure, to the point that Lin Jiang was somewhat surprised.

Thus, Lin Jiang continued to interact and find solace with these women on the virtual network
, who, for various reasons, had completely abandoned the constraints of reality and fully indulged in this perverse lewd pleasure
.

At the same time, it also allowed Lin Jiang to vent the repression and irritability accumulated from his marriage and divorce,
and the lewd fantasies that had been brewing in his heart since childhood, which found a strange kind of satisfaction and growth in the process.

Perhaps because Lin Jiang had really been interested in these lewd fantasies since childhood, he
grew rapidly in this area.

It started with text games, and later became more and more frequent voice and video chats. The direction of the game
also changed from simple fantasies to include more commands and tasks, and Lin Jiang became more and more proficient in doing these.

As he was constantly attracted and seduced by the various perverse impulses of those women, and gained more and more inspiration from them, Lin Jiang
's tastes became increasingly extreme; at the same time, Lin Jiang became more and more accustomed to and enjoyed the increasingly wanton and lewd
postures these women displayed, and he also began to gradually understand the inner world of these women.

After truly understanding these women, I found that these women were not all as wanton and lewd as I thought,
or rather, many of them were still indulging in their lewdness by taking advantage of this environment.

However, many women, in this act of venting desire, are actually relieving some kind of repression and unease.

They are like a group of outcasts rejected by the world, suppressing their inner feelings that they cannot share with outsiders,
yearning to be guided and controlled by a master willing to understand and accept them.

Unlike most ordinary women who believe that the noble quality in marital sex is to remain chaste to their partner
, these unconventional women do not pursue chastity, or rather, the so-called chastity is even somewhat
laughable to them. They pursue loyalty, a loyalty to their master. Even if they are stained with filth,
as long as it is given by their master, then in that woman's heart, in her master's heart, she remains sacred and noble.

And after women give this loyalty, their masters allow them to vent their perverse desires while giving them
a sense of validation, giving them more courage and confidence when facing the world.

Of course, this may just be my own conjecture and wishful thinking about the mentality of women who pursue and indulge in BDSM
, but at least this is what I believe.

Time continued to slip away unnoticed; two and a half years had passed. As Lin Jiang's
tastes in this perverse and depraved game grew increasingly extreme and he became more adept at it, his
requirements for the slaves also rose. These slaves had to have respectable jobs, and after mutual contact and acceptance, they had to
belong solely to him in this virtual world, without any master or controller in reality.

A respectable job was necessary because, in Lin Jiang's mind, only women of high status were
worthy of being slaves. A woman who groveled before everyone, a bitch in the mud, or a maggot in a cesspool—her so-called submission
was utterly worthless.

The reason he swore to possess her was because he didn't want to be someone's substitute or
a prop in some slave's game, a game played by a master she considered noble.

These conditions seem rather harsh, and Lin Jiang, who devised these demanding games, seems to
possess a certain chauvinistic streak.

However, in this perverse and lewd game, such behavior doesn't seem to be a flaw; rather,
driven by Lin Jiang's somewhat obsessive inner impulses, it creates a peculiar arrogance among the female slaves who harbor servility and a desire for submission
, leading some to worship him even more.

Here, the story officially begins. What follows can be interpreted as real events,
a realistic depiction of Lin Jiang and his sex slaves' online games, or simply a wildly
imaginative story or someone's fantasy.

But what does it matter if it's real or fake? Life is about finding joy, and this story, appearing before the world,
is merely a form of relaxation and enjoyment. As long as someone is willing to read and listen, this story, this game, has officially begun
.



Chapter One: First Real-World Encounter

"Little bitch, crawl over here."

It was 7:30 PM, and the sky outside was completely dark.
Lin Jiang, slightly overweight, of average appearance, and dressed somewhat sloppily, had finished dinner and returned to his somewhat messy bedroom. He casually lay down on the bed and
sent a message on QQ to someone tagged as "Toilet Slave Bitch"—Zhao Xinyue.

Judging by the text alone, this message was identical to those Lin Jiang had sent when he first entered this lewd game
, but the meaning was completely different.

Back then, he sent messages to attract women, a simple and crude
way to attract attention when there were no more humiliating words available. Now, this was a master's casual greeting and intimacy to his submissive slave
.

"Hmm, the bitch is crawling over, hello master."

About three minutes after sending the message, a reply appeared on Lin Jiang's phone.

It was just a simple text reply, but Lin Jiang seemed to see an incredibly lewd and wanton scene
.

She was a woman, about 175cm tall, slightly taller than Lin Jiang, wearing
dark brown leather boots with stiletto heels over 10cm high.

She was an administrative manager in a trading company; while not extremely tall,
her position as a white-collar worker gave her an air of confidence and arrogance rarely seen in ordinary women.

Beneath her delicate eyebrows were a pair of long, narrow phoenix eyes that appeared deep and aloof. Her small, high-bridged nose
added a touch of dynamism to her beautiful, slightly rosy face, and her thin lips seemed
to effortlessly curve into a shape that was both innocent and alluring.

Her long, brown hair had slightly wavy ends, seemingly falling naturally down her back, but
a section on the left side, as if unintentionally crossing the line, cascaded down her chest, covering
her left ear and adding a touch of languid elegance, while revealing a delicate teardrop-shaped earring on her right ear
.

Her long, slender, snow-white neck, like a swan's, supported her alluring chin with a touch of elegant pride.

Looking at the woman's body, although tall and possessing striking curves, it wasn't the kind of
ruggedness typical of Western women; instead, it exuded the delicate, graceful beauty unique to women from southern water towns. She wore
a somewhat heavy, light pink, short-sleeved, one-shoulder dress.

The top of the dress, from her alluring neck to her right shoulder, opened diagonally, connecting to the right sleeve,
exposing her delicate, white skin and her sensually prominent collarbone to the air, while
completely concealing the skin below.

Her breasts, while not exaggerated, were still remarkably full
, their alluring curves easily teasing a man's impulses without giving him any chance to violate them, further
stimulating his desire to explore.

The abrupt narrowing of her waist and smooth abdomen made her
alluring breasts, which Lin Jiang had previously scrutinized, appear even more pronounced under her clothing. It also
revealed the rounded, pert curves of her hips beneath her slender waist, creating an even more captivating S-shaped silhouette. Several seemingly unintentional yet deliberately designed folds

on the chest and hem of her light pink dress added a touch of languid nonchalance, yet this didn't detract from her image. Instead, it softened her otherwise unintentionally radiating authority and coldness, transforming it into a gentle and graceful elegance. Below, a pair of long, shapely, and alluring legs, encased in black, were revealed from beneath the skirt, which extended about fifteen centimeters above the knee in the front and was slightly shorter by a few centimeters in the back. Then came the small, delicate feet, disproportionately small and exquisite, clad in semi-transparent black stockings, with toenails painted a seductive crimson, like pearls. Undoubtedly, while this woman might not be considered a stunning beauty, her refined elegance and confident air, combined with the grace of a successful woman, made her a rare beauty in the eyes of most men. At thirty-one years old, she possessed a mature allure without completely losing her youthful innocence, representing the peak of a woman's beauty and charisma. This woman, whose abilities and beauty were enough to make her a goddess in the hearts of many men, was now, in Lin Jiang's mind, as if she were slowly kneeling down because of a few words sent to him on his phone. She leaned forward, extending her slender, shapely arms, like lotus roots, soaring downwards, her small, soft hands and delicate, white fingers supporting her on the ground. Then, using both hands and feet, she swayed her shapely buttocks as she crawled towards his feet, her full, alluring breasts trembling with her movements. Of course, this was just Lin Jiang's fantasy, yet it wasn't entirely wishful thinking. This woman had known Lin Jiang online for a year and a half; she was the female slave he had known the longest. From initially communicating only through text and occasional voice messages, to a strange connection between them, the woman had recognized him as her master a few months later. For over a year afterward, although their interactions mainly consisted of text-and-voice role-playing games and casual chats, Lin Jiang had intentionally or unintentionally observed her attire and even her nakedness multiple times during video chats and training sessions . Lin Jiang also knew that, given her loyalty and reverence, she would obediently kneel and grovel at his commands, given the opportunity, and willingly at that. This might explain why, after becoming accustomed to domesticated animals, Lin Jiang had lost interest in his stray dogs. His domesticated animals, even if they didn't reply to his messages promptly or went days without contact, Lin Jiang, as their master, knew and was confident that they remembered him and were genuinely too preoccupied to reply; while with his stray dogs, even if they were currently in contact, Lin Jiang had no idea who they were thinking of.








































Was he merely a substitute for someone, or even some tool?

In contrast, livestock offered Lin Jiang a sense of belonging, a connection of souls, and companionship; while stray dogs, besides providing fleeting novelty, offered only exhaustion, emptiness, and loneliness
after the game ended . These thoughts, already considered by Lin Jiang, flashed through his mind again, bringing a smile to his lips—a smile devoid of lust or depravity, but rather radiating gentleness and confidence, seemingly adding a touch of sinister charm to his otherwise ordinary face. Then, without hesitation, Lin Jiang sent another message, "Are you still thinking of meeting me in person?" "Master, my heart has never changed," the woman replied on the other end of the phone, using a self-reference that had been allowed after their relationship had deepened through trials and tribulations. Even in just words, Lin Jiang felt a deep sense of humility, submission, and supplication. “Silly woman, why are you so persistent? Some paths, once taken too far, have no turning back.” Lin Jiang sighed softly and typed these words. “May I be like a star, and you like the moon, shining brightly together every night.” Two lines, like a poem filled with humble affection, were sent to Lin Jiang’s phone. Lin Jiang knew there was more to come, and sure enough, after a moment, another message appeared on his QQ: “Your concubine has already reached the end of her road, and has never even considered it.” “Alright, since you insist, I’ll give you seven days. You need to get a medical check-up and a health certificate, and during those seven days, you cannot engage in any sexual activity or discipline. After you’ve done all that, you can come find me.” Lin Jiang remained silent for a long time, thinking of the woman’s several humble requests eight months ago to come and serve him personally. Finally, a trace of pity and tenderness appeared on his face, and he agreed to the woman’s request. "Thank you, Master, for your permission. I will do it tomorrow. I dare not say that my body is clean, but I can guarantee that after acknowledging you as my master, my body and heart will remain faithful to you." The reply came quickly, and the words seemed to carry an undisguised joy. "Is it worth it? And why?" After a long silence, Lin Jiang typed out two seemingly nonsensical questions. "Master, don't you understand yet? This humble servant has had a wealth of experience. There are toilet masters online who are far more capable than you, and I've also had several quite capable ones in real life. They are certainly more skilled at these games than you, who have never had any real-world experience. But in this humble servant's heart, while these games are certainly very fun, what makes this humble servant accept you as my master is not these games, but your acceptance and tolerance." After sending one message, another message came a moment later: "To express my gratitude to you, Master, this humble servant is willing to serve you like a pig or a dog. If your skills are lacking, I am willing to train you, so that you can learn the skills of being a master from me and experience the joy of training a slave in real life." "Perhaps I can't do what you think is so good," Lin Jiang sent a voice message this time. "At the moment this lowly concubine bows in submission, whatever Master gives is the best in my heart. If Master were to abandon your training of me, as long as I am allowed to stay by your side, even doing laundry and folding blankets, I would gladly accept it." The message arrived as text, followed by a picture of the woman, dressed in a style Lin Jiang knew all too well, kneeling before a mirror. "Slut, stop with the sentimentality. I don't like it. How could I abandon training a piece of trash like you? When you come, I 'll enjoy you properly." Lin Jiang seemed uncomfortable with such a sentimental scene, his brow furrowing slightly as he interrupted the somewhat oppressive atmosphere. "Then this bitch awaits Master's training." The woman on the other end of the phone seemed accustomed to Lin Jiang's personality. Seeing his message, her usually aloof and arrogant face softened with a rare, alluring smile, and she added a playful emoji to the end of her message. "You filthy bitch." Lin Jiang leaned back lazily in his chair, a smile on his face, and casually typed three words. "Mmm—, the bitch's here." The woman replied respectfully, then paused for a moment before replying, " Does Master want to use the bitch tonight?" "No need, wait until you come over to serve me. Prepare yourself these next few days, I won't contact you again after today ." Lin Jiang felt a sense of tension and trepidation as he thought about facing his first real-life discipline. After a moment of silence, he sent a message to the woman. "Ugh—, rubbing against Master." The woman's face showed a hint of wistful longing from Lin Jiang's message, and her long, slender, and incredibly nimble fingers skillfully typed the message on her phone. "Good girl, little bitch." Lin Jiang took a few deep breaths to suppress his agitation, and a playful, teasing smile returned to his slightly sallow face . Upon seeing Lin Jiang's message, the woman seemed to feel a rough hand gently touching her cheek and stroking her hair. A faint, pungent, sour smell wafted through her, hitting her directly in the mind without even passing through her nose—the kind of smell that only those who did manual labor for long periods, neglected to bathe or keep their clothes clean, would have. Her real-life colleagues, all impeccably dressed and even seemingly wearing perfume to attract other women, would never have this smell. Normally, when she encountered people with this odor in public, she would, like other women, cover her nose and mouth in disgust and try to avoid them. But now, through that unseen imagination or a shared connection, the woman felt that seemingly illusory smell emanating from her, and couldn't help but slightly raise her head, a hint of emotion flickering in her beautiful eyes.










































































































The mist of desire slowly closed her eyes, then she took a deep, almost greedy breath before uttering two words, "Master."

"Zhao Xinyue, it's time to go home. Aren't you leaving?"

Suddenly, a slightly deep voice sounded from behind the woman. Her delicate eyebrows
furrowed slightly as she turned around. She saw a tall, handsome man standing behind her
.

The man wore a black suit, which made his already tall figure appear even more straight and slender.
The suit jacket was wide open, revealing a white shirt with three buttons undone, showing his healthy skin and
the faint outline of his chest muscles. This indicated that he was not as weak as other office workers.
The smile on his lips added a touch of unrestrained freedom.

The faint scent of men's cologne wasn't overpowering or pungent, but rather subtly
blended with the man's natural body odor, creating a delicate, almost imperceptible fragrance, like grass and trees after rain—a scent that could easily
stir the hearts of young girls.

However, the woman remained unmoved. In fact, upon catching a whiff of the faint cologne,
a subtle, almost imperceptible, mockery flickered in her eyes before she forced a polite, distant
smile and said curtly, "Oh, Manager Wang, I have some things to attend to. I'll be going as soon as I'm done."

"I heard your car was sent for repairs. Let me take you home,"

the man said again, not leaving immediately after hearing her words. This was actually
why he was dressed more meticulously than usual today.

Thirty-one years old is indeed considered old in rural areas, but in a county town, especially for many white-
collar workers, it's the age when they've stabilized their careers and start pursuing love. Therefore, in this
company where office romances aren't restricted, as a recognized goddess within the company and even the surrounding business district, she naturally attracted
men with ulterior motives.

"No need to trouble Manager Wang, my best friend will pick me up for shopping later."

The woman, perhaps sensing the man's intentions, shook her head slightly and declined. In fact, she
rarely had any close interactions with other men, and after becoming his mistress, she deliberately avoided
being alone with any man. However, while her refusal deterred some men,
it also made some men even more enamored with her—something she hadn't anticipated and couldn't change.

"So annoying, all these hypocritical men,"

the woman sighed softly as she watched the man turn and leave with a hint of disappointment in his eyes, then
typed another sentence into her phone.

"Have you been harassed by some man again? Looks like you're quite popular. How about I sell you to them for a night
and get some pocket money?"

Lin Jiang typed casually after seeing the woman's message.

"Sure, as long as Master is willing."

The woman, despite clearly calling her a prostitute, still had a bright smile on her lips,
her slender white fingers typing nimbly in reply.

"Little slut."

Lin Jiang, on the other side of the computer, looked at this message and thought about the increasingly audacious woman on the other end of the phone. He couldn't help but
put his hand on his forehead. It seemed that he had spoiled her too much, which had led to this consequence. There was nothing he could do; he had to bear the consequences of his own actions . He had
to love his own dog.

"Hahaha-!"

The woman on the other end, oblivious to the danger, sent a message indicating laughter, and then continued
, "Master, I need to pack up and go home now. I'll talk to you later."

"Be careful on the road, don't be reckless."

As usual, right after the woman sent her message, Lin Jiang sent a message with concern.

"It's nothing, my car got scratched and is being taken to the repair shop. My best friend drove me home today,

so it won't affect the bitch serving you, Master," the woman replied casually.

"You slut, all you do is act horny. I'm afraid you'll drain me dry one day. I have to go out later
, so I'll stop talking now. Just let me know when you get home. Don't contact me for the next few days. Follow my instructions
carefully and adjust your mindset. I'll be waiting for you to come and serve me in seven days. I hope to see your best
side."

"Yes, Master,"

the woman replied. After waiting a few minutes without receiving any further messages, she put her phone
in her handbag, tidied the documents on her desk, and seeing that most of the people around had left, quickly
got up and went downstairs.

"Yueyue, over here."

The woman had just come downstairs when she heard someone call her. Then she saw a
woman with delicate features and a charming, slightly flirtatious air leaning out of the driver's side window of a black Audi parked by the roadside
, waving at her.

A delighted smile instantly bloomed on her pretty face, causing several men around her to pause in surprise.
Some of the women who saw it couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy, some even pinching their boyfriends'
waists. But the woman seemed completely oblivious to this seemingly commonplace scene, walking straight towards
the car in the distance.

The black Audi A6 gracefully curved through the crowds and vehicles, disappearing into
the city's slightly sparse traffic as night fell.

"Yueyue, I—I need your help with something." The woman, who

was leisurely leaning back in the car seat, admiring the surrounding street scene with her head tilted, and casually
tapping the seat with her slender fingers to the accompaniment of the car's upbeat music, turned her head at the sound of the voice from the front
, a look of confusion in her eyes.

"Just tell me what it is, why all this 'begging'? Did you spot some guy again and go
to a hotel with him, asking me to help you hide it from your husband?"

This was Wang, whom she had met by chance during an online SM session and who had later become one of her few close friends.
"Wei," Zhao Xinyue said casually, without feigning modesty, "I haven't heard you mention this kind of thing for over three months
."

"Ever since Jiali invited me to a three-day orgy with three women and six men a few days after Valentine's Day, I
haven't done it with anyone else for over three months."

Sitting in the front, Wang Wei smoothed her long, light blonde hair with her hand,
skillfully overtaking other cars while fully focused on driving.

However, this one sentence startled Zhao Xinyue. She had known Wang Wei for almost five years, from
occasional interactions at the beginning to Wang Wei becoming one of her closest confidantes about three years ago,
one of the three people who knew about her unusual sexual preferences and whom she trusted would absolutely keep secret. Zhao Xinyue understood Wang Wei
even better than Wang Wei herself.

And precisely because of this, she knew perfectly well that although Wang Wei was the deputy director of the county health bureau and appeared
very proper on the surface, this woman, who was only a little over 1.6 meters tall and looked petite and charming in front of her, actually possessed
a seductive nature that was hard for ordinary people to imagine, and her sex drive was extremely strong. Even three days before her wedding, to celebrate finding a partner,
she had dragged her to a masked group sex party. It was practically unimaginable

that she wouldn't go out and have an affair behind her husband's back for more than a week, except when she was on
her period. And even ordinary men couldn't satisfy her, so she often attended group
sex parties. It was unthinkable that she hadn't gone out and had fun for more than three months.

"Why have you changed your personality? This isn't like you. Did your husband get some kind of magic potion that
greatly increased his power and fucked your slutty cunt raw?"

Zhao Xinyue teased casually as her thin, crimson lips parted.

"You slut, you never say a nice thing. I should have shut your dog mouth with my dick." Wang Wei couldn't help
but roll her eyes and curse even while driving. At the same time
, she thought to herself how this woman, so aloof and polite to outsiders, could become such a lustful whore in front of her,
saying whatever came to mind.

"That won't do. Without my master's permission, no one has the right to touch my dog mouth,"

Zhao Xinyue said leisurely, with an expression of reverence.

"You filthy bitch, you used to be called the Queen of Sex, the Supreme Toilet by many. Even now, quite a
few people lament that they can't get a date with you, thinking you've retired. When I participated in that orgy contest, I kept asking about you.
If people knew you were conquered by a man you'd never actually been with
, they'd be utterly shocked—"

Zhao Xinyue knew that although Wang Wei seemed carefree, she was actually very meticulous and would never
reveal her true identity to outsiders to avoid trouble. Therefore, she maintained a seemingly reserved
smile, listening to Wang Wei's endless chatter, occasionally giving a casual "hmm."

After a while, seeing that Wang Wei seemed to have finished speaking, Zhao Xinyue asked again, "So what exactly
happened?"

"It's all because of you."

Wang Wei rolled her eyes again, then, ignoring the clear view in the rearview mirror that Zhao Xinyue
was staring at her back with a questioning gaze because of those words, revealing a charm rarely seen in outsiders, she paused
before continuing, "My husband, to put it nicely, is honest and kind; to put it bluntly, he's a good-for-nothing.
It's a miracle that a rich second-generation heir like him doesn't cause trouble, doesn't drink or seduce, and is otherwise a rare breed. If I were to expect him to be strong enough
to conquer me, I'd rather you wear a dildo and fuck me unconscious.

The reason I..." "It's because I saw you already have someone, and it reminded me of
how I felt after meeting him online through you. Back then, I felt it wasn't exciting enough without reality, and being a domestic animal was restrictive. But
after leaving him, I realized that the kind of excitement I felt with him was something I couldn't feel with anyone else.
Each time we played those games, my body felt excited, but my heart grew emptier, so I finally stopped going.
I came to see you this time because I wanted to—"

Zhao Xinyue sensed Wang Wei's hesitation and continued, "Do you want to submit to your master again?"

"Do you think he'd still want a disobedient, lowly slave like me?" Wang Wei didn't answer for a long time before finally
speaking with some worry.

"Master has always had a good temper. Although you couldn't stand the constraints back then, it was a relatively amicable parting. Later, Master
mentioned you, and while there was some regret, there wasn't much resentment. I think if you're willing to return, Master will still remember our past relationship.
However, this time is different. If you return, you must abide by the rules. If you disobey again and Master
kicks you out, then there will truly be no more chances, and our relationship will probably be severed."

"Thank you, Yueyue. I will definitely be obedient this time. The bitch's previous disobedience was a betrayal of Master
. Should I punish myself by expressing my feelings?"

Although she didn't receive a reply from Lin Jiang, Wang Wei knew that Zhao Xinyue was special to Lin Jiang, and Zhao
Xinyue herself understood Lin Jiang best. Since she said this, the matter was probably settled, and she couldn't help but say excitedly
.

“Absolutely not! Master once said that my body is his private property, and I have no right to touch it. Whether it
's punishment or reward, it should be at Master's disposal. Also, for Master, outwardly complying while inwardly disobeying is more
unacceptable than refusal. So when Master sets the rules for you and assigns tasks, if you
can't do it, you must say so directly and then ask for Master's forgiveness. Never outwardly comply while inwardly disobeying and then make excuses or deliberately evade responsibility
.”

Zhao Xinyue stopped Wang Wei's suggestion and then reminded her best friend of her master's personality again.

“Thank you for reminding me, Yueyue. Tonight, I'll treat you to the food court. Order whatever you want.”

Wang Wei said generously.

“Then I won't be polite. Master promised me that after my medical check-up, I can go serve him in seven days.
It seems we'll have fewer days together afterward.”

Zhao Xinyue said.

“Then congratulations! But don't forget to say good things about me when you get there. If possible, I hope…”
"I hope I'll have the chance to serve my master in person."

Wang Wei's tone was filled with undisguised envy.

"There will be a chance. I'm just paving the way. A man like my master shouldn't be mine alone. After you go there
, we sisters can look out for each other in front of the other bitches."

Zhao Xinyue said with a smile, then suddenly suggested, "Tomorrow is the weekend, and I'm planning to go to a hot spring and then
have a check-up as my master instructed. Why don't you come along? That way, when I tell my master, it'll seem like you
're sincere."

"Okay, my treat. I haven't seen your breasts in a long time. I wonder if they've grown."

"Not as big as yours, alright!" Hearing the barely concealed lewdness in Wang Wei's tone, Zhao Xinyue
rolled her eyes at the rearview mirror in annoyance.

Then Wang Wei laughed triumphantly. The car continued forward amidst the two women's laughter and conversation. No one knew
how lewd the topics discussed by these two women, considered goddesses and inspiring untouchable thoughts in many men, were
. And amidst this lewd conversation, a faint spring seemed to overflow from the most secret valleys of their lower bodies
.

This made their bodies increasingly hot and restless, their alluring eyes shimmering with desire, their
fair cheeks flushed crimson, making these two beauties even more alluring.

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