Spring Festival Reunion

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"Can you check if this couplet is aligned correctly? Husband...husband!"

"Oh. Hmm...let me see...hmm...a little higher on the left...no, no, it should be
a little lower...wait, wait, let me see more clearly..." I stood beneath my wife, one hand on my
chin, the other on my hip, pretending to give instructions, but my gaze was fixed
on her shapely, bare buttocks.

"Tch! I asked you to look at the couplet, not to peek at my chrysanthemum! You're so annoying..." My wife
, noticing my gaze wasn't on the long, red couplet in her hand, immediately covered her buttocks and said coquettishly.

"Ah! You caught me! Hehehe, what can I do? Your chrysanthemum is so beautiful!"

I reached out and lightly patted her bare, white buttocks, laughing.

If someone's relationship with their wife wasn't at the level of a close confidante, they might be completely confused and wouldn't understand
what I meant. But when these words reached her ears, her originally fair face instantly
flushed red.

"Oh dear! Haven't you had enough after all these years?"

"Of course," I said, extending my index finger towards her deep cleft, "If it weren't for this chrysanthemum back then,
how could I have truly understood your love for me? Wife, bend down a bit so I can properly admire that beautiful
cosmos."

"No, this is the front door! I can't let anyone see me!" My wife hurriedly pushed away my
finger that was reaching for her genitals.

"Then aren't you afraid of being seen, all naked except for an apron?" I
asked, frowning, as I reluctantly withdrew my hand.

"That's different!" My wife, wearing only a kilt that barely covered her firm breasts in the front
and only reached two centimeters below her thighs, with two stripes about three centimeters long crossing under her armpits in the back
, suddenly jumped off the chair, spun around, and faced me. "Look,
my standards are exactly as you stipulated: 'completely naked in the photo, no nudity.' What if I wore too much,
felt too repressed, and accidentally had an attack? What would you do then? And husband, have you forgotten...
I once told you that my chrysanthemum would only bloom for you?"

"Uh..." Seeing my wife's tearful, resentful gaze, I quickly laughed it off. "Hehe, wife
, if you don't want to, then forget it... Well, I see it's getting late, so you continue putting up the Spring Festival couplets, I'll go to
the nanny's to pick up Xiaoyu."

"That's more like it. Go on, there's still a lot to do at home."

Seeing my wife's face quickly change from resentment to a happy smile, I was stunned for about three seconds before I suddenly realized what she
meant.

"Oh! You little slut, you dare to lie to your husband?! I'll see how I deal with you tonight. Humph! Remember
to wash your bottom before going to bed, otherwise... hehe, if you have to wash the sheets again tomorrow, don't blame me."

"Hmph! You perverted husband, go pick up the baby."

My wife glared at me slightly, then turned around and stood

on the chair to continue putting up the Spring Festival couplets. Although she stood on the chair with one foot in front of the other for less than two seconds, in that fleeting
moment, I caught a glimpse of the stunning spring scenery hidden under her buttocks

—a light pink cosmos tattoo.

Centered on her anus, eight pale pink, tongue-shaped petals surrounded her. Each petal, with its wavy,
serrated edges, was embroidered with the eight capital
letters of "loveandy" in dark green ink.

The meaning of "love" is self-explanatory, and "andy" is my English name.

It was for this reason that I decided to marry her. I felt that for a woman to have
a man's name tattooed on what she considered her most shameful part of her body, she not only needed to love him deeply and unconditionally, but also immense courage and the ability to endure the excruciating pain
of her delicate skin being relentlessly pierced by the needle . 　　I will always remember that afternoon, about six months into our relationship, when she suddenly came to the shop with a picture of a pale pink cosmos flower, asking me to tattoo it on her body. She even stated firmly where she wanted it tattooed. 　　After hearing her request, I stared at her, speechless for a long time. 　　"Why?" was the first thing I said to her after I came to my senses. 　　"Because I've realized... I'm hopelessly in love with you, so I want to express my undying love for you in this way." 　　"What if I refuse?" 　　"Then you'll never see me again." 　　"But you're not even eighteen yet..." 　　"Don't bring up any of that stupid legal stuff!" Unexpectedly, the usually obedient and gentle girl's eyes welled with tears, and she interrupted me, clenching her fists tightly. "I just want to ask you one thing, Jiang Wenshan, do you love me? 　　If you love me, don't give me that nonsense! If you don't, then I'll go back to that world and become a slave, disappearing from your sight again, just like before." 　　Since this wasn't the first time I'd seen her so stubborn, I knew she was a determined girl who meant what she said. 　　Looking directly into her unwavering gaze, I finally gave in. 　　"Since you've decided, then... could you change the location of the tattoo? Because getting it there... is really not a place most people can endure the pain." 　　"You've told me this so many times before. But because of that, I want to experience that feeling of love that's 'etched into my bones' even more." "Sigh...you're so silly..." This was my reluctant and heartbroken sigh 　　before the needle entered her pale pink anal bud . 　　Speaking of my wife and I's relationship from the beginning to our marriage, hmm...I guess I should thank a certain erotic forum?

Actually, my wife and I have known each other for a long time, but we never knew each other's feelings. Then one day, I
was bored at the tattoo studio, and to relieve my loneliness, I habitually turned on my computer and wandered into
the chat section of a pornographic forum I frequented. I planned to enjoy the strange sexual fantasies shared by other users and
maybe even earn some points by commenting. Just as I clicked into the homepage, I saw a striking title
:

"Abandoned Slave Seeking a New Master."

Such a provocative title naturally became the focus of attention for many users.

Unexpectedly, the post had nearly a hundred replies in less than two days, showing how popular it was
.

Of course, I too was drawn in by the sizzling title.

After entering the post, I habitually checked the poster's membership level in the upper left corner, then looked at
the registration time… and it turned out to be a newly registered user.

From her statements, it was learned that she was twenty years old and had countless sexual experiences. However
, she lost her virginity on her eighteenth birthday when a group of online friends offered to throw her a birthday
party to celebrate her coming of age.

According to her, she was initially excited to attend the online gathering, but unexpectedly, she was tricked into getting drunk
and then gang-raped. She lost her virginity while unconscious and was subsequently
photographed in compromising situations.

From then on, these depraved men used her nude photos to blackmail her into continuing
sexual relations.

In short, she was their sex slave, a free prostitute or casual sex partner. Only after enduring
unbearable physical and mental torment, and ultimately, with a doomed attitude, did she report the scandal to the police, finally escaping her
torment.

Shortly after this incident, she ran away from home to start a new life in an unfamiliar city.

She had initially thought that starting a new life in a strange city would allow her to forget her incredibly humiliating
past. However, she never expected that every time she woke up in the middle of the night, she would frequently dream of those beastly
faces pressing down on her. When she suddenly awoke from the nightmare, the feeling of humiliation lingered, but her
body was in a state of inexplicable excitement and pleasure, which terrified her.

After seeing countless psychologists, they said she had a mental illness called "Stockholm Syndrome Variant
Type II."

It's a mental illness where the victim's mind and body, after suffering extreme torment and harm, without timely and appropriate
psychological counseling or the warmth and comfort of family, suddenly develop a desire for self
-destruction and enjoyment of being wantonly violated, thus generating a humiliating pleasure… This novice's
post was quite long, and its purpose was to find someone who could heal her emotional wounds
and help her return to a normal life.

Although I'm just a small-time tattoo artist and don't understand the technical terms, from a normal person's
perspective, they should know that the guys on this forum are just looking for a
sex slave to satisfy their bizarre desires. How could they possibly help her get back on the right track in life?

She should be grateful if she accidentally finds a pervert here who only wants to turn her into a mindless
sex toy, someone who only thinks about finding countless penises to fill all her holes.
How could she possibly find a psychologist to cure her mental illness?

Besides, as far as I know, this kind of sex game with a master-slave relationship only makes women more lewd
and unbearable; how could it achieve the opposite therapeutic effect?

Isn't this contrary to the principles of SM training?

For reasons I don't know, after patiently reading the entire discussion thread, I replied directly: "You've come to
the wrong place, haven't you? This place only has trainers who want to turn women into slutty sex slaves, not the spiritual
mentors you're looking for. Um, to put it bluntly, are you here to cause trouble?"

After leaving with that unfriendly remark, I immediately moved on to other sections, reading erotic articles and admiring
the stimulating photos of couples taking outdoor selfies, losing all interest in seeing how this thread developed.

I thought no one would pay attention to my reply, but when I returned to the forum the next day,
a message notification popped up on my page as soon as I entered the homepage.

Full of doubt, I opened the message bar and was shocked to find it was from that mentally unstable guy from yesterday.

Why did I use the word "guy"?

That's because I've encountered too many disgusting men here who pretend to be women and deceive people's feelings. Therefore, when their identities
are unknown, I generally regard these boring people as disgusting humanoid
creatures with pent-up lust.

However, after seeing what they wrote to me, I was stunned in front of the computer screen for about three minutes.

"Hello Mr. Andy:

I really need help, but I don't want to go to the hospital for pointless psychological treatment, so I stumbled
upon this forum hoping to find someone who can help me.

I've read so many responses these past few days, and you seem like a more upright person. Hmm…
although your tone in your message wasn't good, it gave me a strange sense of security. Excuse me, if you're willing
to help me, could we get in touch further?"

After snapping out of my daze, I lit a cigarette, crossed my arms, and thought for less than two minutes before replying to
the message, including my instant messaging account.

"Hmph… since you want to play, and I'm also quite bored lately, I'll reluctantly play
along. Then… let's see how I expose you, you disgusting otaku pretending to be a woman!"

After sending the reply, I immediately connected to instant messaging, but after waiting for over an hour, I still hadn't received
a friend request. My initially strong fighting spirit gradually dissipated with the passage of time.

"Damn! I thought you were so tough, but you're just a coward hiding in the shadows spouting nonsense! What a waste!"
"Your dad's precious time."

I logged off dejectedly, and just then received a call from someone scheduling an appointment at the shop to discuss tattoos
, so I forgot about it.

About two weeks later, one day I was discussing redesigns with a client online when
a message popped up asking if I wanted to add them as a friend.

"Who is this?" I muttered to myself, but still added them as a friend.

Since many of my clients come through referrals, and some of these potential clients
like to chat with me for a while to build trust before requesting a tattoo,
I

've gotten into the habit of adding these strangers as friends first, and then deciding whether to block or delete
them.

I had barely clicked "accept" when a new chat window popped up.

"Hello, are you Mr. Andy?"

"Yes, and who are you?"

"Ah...oh...I...I'm Xiaoxin, the abandoned slave, greetings to Master Andy."

Huh? What does that mean?

Still absorbed in my discussion with the client, I didn't immediately grasp the meaning.

"Uh… excuse me, we seem to be meeting for the first time?" I typed a casual reply,
continuing my exchange with the client.

"Yes, excuse me, do you remember my post on the xxx forum?"

xxx? Which xxx?

I took my hands off the keyboard, lit a cigarette, and exhaled a long smoke ring to calm my mind
. I stroked my chin, pondering for a while, then suddenly slapped my forehead.

Damn! Ah! So it was you!

"Oh, I remember now! Sorry, I hadn't heard from you in so long that I completely forgot about it
. Hmm... what brings you here today?"

"Huh? I sent you a text message in the forum, didn't you receive it?"

Hmm... ever since that incident, for some reason, my business has suddenly boomed, so I
've been incredibly busy lately: either drawing new designs according to customers' requests, or dealing with people who
are dissatisfied with their original designs and come in to request modifications; or people who think the colors of their tattoos are
a bit light and want me to touch them up, so I haven't had any extra energy to browse erotic forums.

"Uh... I haven't been there in a while, is there anything I can help you with?"

"Well, when I went to xxx last week, I saw the profile picture displayed in your comments, and it looked like
a tattoo design, so I used the account you gave me to check your blog, and that's how I found out you're
a tattoo artist."

Damn! He actually checked my background?! What's this guy's purpose?!

I stubbed out my cigarette, made up an excuse to end the conversation with the client, and then focused all my attention on this
guy.

"Um...Miss, what's your purpose in probing me like this?"

"No...don't misunderstand, I don't mean anything by it. I just...I just want you to be my master
..."

Huh!?

How could there be such a good deal?

Wait!

Something's fishy!

"Alright, you damn transvestite, hurry up and tell the truth, what exactly do you want?"

"Huh! What damn transvestite?"

"Aren't you that nerdy guy pretending to be a woman to scam me out of money?"

"No! I really am a woman!"

(Okay! Looks like I have to use my trump card...)

"Since you say you're a woman, and a former sex slave, you shouldn't mind showing
me your body, right?"

"Excuse me... is this an order from Master?"

(Wow! He's really getting into this.)

"Hmm... I didn't expect you to be so submissive... Okay, then greet Master with your breasts first
. But let me make it clear, if your breasts aren't big enough, don't bother showing them off."

"Xin Nu's bust size is 35E, does Master think that's big enough?"

Upon seeing this sentence, I couldn't help but spit the green tea I was just holding all over the computer screen.

Pfft! Cough cough!

"Really?"

"Xin Nu is an obedient and docile sex slave, she would never lie to her master."

"Do you have video over there? Connect quickly so I can take a good look."

"Master, would you like to check Xin Nu's slutty cunt while you're at it?"

Damn!

Really?! Is there really such a good deal in the world?

Uh... is she really a trained slutty sex slave? What if the other person is actually a gay exhibitionist
?

Because later, I don't want to see a man's penis filling the entire screen, instead of what I'm
looking forward to now—a woman's cunt overflowing with lustful juices.

Hmm... although some male customers like to get full-body tattoos—that is, large-area tattoos with designs from the entire back to the ankles
—when I need customers to lie on their backs facing me, I always ask them to wear a thong or a small
towel or something to cover their genitals, so they don't see what they shouldn't see and wake up from nightmares at night.

After hesitating for a long time in front of the screen, I lit another cigarette, took a deep drag, and slowly exhaled a long, thick
smoke ring before typing, "Just check the chest first."

Shortly after pressing enter, a dialog box popped up asking if I wanted to accept the video call; with
the determination of a warrior cutting off his own arm, I pressed accept, but then my heart inexplicably tightened.

Finally, the video call connected, and after seeing the hilarious screen, I choked on my laughter and coughed
uncontrollably!

The video did indeed show a woman with her hair tied up in a reddish-brown style, seemingly possessing large, round
breasts, and wearing low-waisted boxer shorts. However, she wore a
pig's head mask with a happy smiley face painted on it, revealing only two black, round eyes… Suddenly seeing such an eye-catching and hilarious
video instantly shattered the obscene images I had previously imagined.

Damn! The thinking of a severely mentally ill person is indeed different.

Taking a deep breath to calm myself, I looked at the video again and saw the girl on the screen
rapidly typing on a keyboard with her slender, jade-like fingers. My chat box then appeared with
the words: "Is Master satisfied with Xin Nu's pair of slutty big breasts?"

"Uh... Xin Nu, why are you wearing... wearing such a... cute mask?"

"Because Master didn't say I could show my face, so Xin Nu doesn't dare show her face to Master."

"Then you don't need to wear a pig's head mask. Hahaha, that's hilarious."

"Doesn't Master like it?"

Watching the girl on the screen lean forward and backward, her large, round "headlights
" creating dizzying waves as her body swayed, I was momentarily dizzy
and couldn't see the words on the screen clearly.

Rubbing my already sore eyes, I zoomed in on the video, carefully observing her neck
and frame... Hmm... a slender neck without an Adam's apple or surgical scars, and thin arms and shoulder blades—she should
be a woman.

Having deduced this from her exposed body parts, I immediately demanded to see her face and the
beautiful vulva covered by her underwear.

Unexpectedly, when I made this request, she replied, "I'm sorry, I just had another episode
, so I unconsciously acted like a slutty sex slave again. Mr. Andy, I'm sorry, I just want
you to help me return to the world of normal people... Is that alright?"

Damn! Are you kidding me?!

"But your behavior just now didn't seem like that of someone having an episode. I felt like you were enjoying it."

"That's what's troubling me. If this illness isn't cured, I'm afraid that one day
when I'm walking alone on the street, I'll suddenly be unable to resist taking off my clothes and kneeling on the main road, letting passersby play with and ravage
me. If that really happens, I might as well just die now."

(Then why don't you just die!)

Although I thought this, what if she really couldn't stand it and tried to kill herself? Wouldn't I be committing a terrible crime?!

"Well... then you should turn off the video call and put your clothes back on, otherwise... those two glaring
'headlights' on your chest are blinding me."

"Okay."

When the video call ended and the chat window returned to normal, the other person replied, "Mr. Andy,
you're such a nice person."

Damn it! What's going on? I haven't even asked her out yet, and she's already giving me a friend card?!

Fine, I'll reluctantly forgive her since she's crazy. But

before I could even think that, a prompt popped up in the chat window asking if I wanted to accept the video call.

I pressed the accept button, and when the other person's image reappeared on the screen, my mind went completely blank
.

Because in the video call window, it was still that girl wearing the pig's head mask, but this time she was completely naked,
and the sparse black downy hair of her mysterious triangle area was presented to me without reservation.

After I came to my senses and couldn't help but swallow hard, I typed, "Uh... Miss, please don't tell me
you're having another episode?"

"No, no. Um... Mr. Andy, although I showed my chest just now, I found that I
sound more like a normal person when I talk to you while wearing a mask. Um... Can I talk to you like this in the future
?"

Damn! A girl stripping naked for a stranger is considered 'normal,' so aren't we, the people who wear clothes,
perverts?

Hmm... the world of the mentally ill is definitely different from ours.

That being said, it's undeniable that if a woman with a good figure is willing to have a nude video chat with you, letting you admire
her slender and graceful body for free, then I'll never have to spend a lot of money on those
video chat girls I can see but can't have, playing erotic video chats.

But, playing the nude chat game with her seems to be a case of seeing but not being able to have?

However, looking at it from another angle, if we could build trust first and then meet in person,
well… maybe I'd have a chance… So from then on, whenever I had free time, I would have
nude video chats with this girl who claimed to be an abandoned slave, and she seemed to enjoy it too.

We talked about almost everything except our family backgrounds, even highly private matters like sex
, sharing our sexual experiences without any reservations.

While these nude video chats were very stimulating, after a while, I couldn't help but want to have more
physical contact with her.

This feeling grew stronger as I learned more about each other's daily habits and interests
.

So, after about a month of close communication, I finally made that request.

"Andy, although I want to meet you, I'm afraid that after we meet, I won't be able to resist wanting to sleep with you
."

"No way. It's just a meeting, it doesn't necessarily have to go that far, right? Besides... if you're
ugly, I won't have any desire, don't worry."

"What if I can't resist, please, please fuck me hard, ravage me?"

"Fuck! Are you that lewd?" I finally couldn't help but curse her.

"Yes! I am a lewd, shameless woman. The more you call me a slut, a whore, a shameless slut
, the more humiliating pleasure I feel. Waaah... I'm sorry, Master Andy, Xin Nu needs to log off and masturbate,
otherwise Xin Nu won't be able to take it."

The moment that message appeared in the dialog box, the video went black, and I couldn't see anything.

Damn it! That slutty woman, that whore!

Since you're so slutty, why don't you just masturbate in front of me?!

Damn it!

After cursing for a while, I lit a cigarette in frustration. My gaze drifted to the easel beside the workbench
, and for some reason, a certain image suddenly popped into my mind.

Inspiration struck! I immediately stubbed out the cigarette I'd just taken a puff of, and eagerly rushed to the easel,
grabbed some paper and pen, and began to draw.

After I finished, I lit a cigarette, stood with my arms crossed in front of the easel, and carefully admired my newly completed
work.

In the center of the once pristine white drawing paper, a naked girl kneeling on the ground suddenly appeared;
in her hands, she held a bright red, juicy apple; and two ferocious pythons coiled around her body, running from her
ankles to her shoulders, their gaping maws staring at the apple in her hand, while
the girl's face showed utter terror.

The girl's figure was exactly like Xin Nu's, yet her face, for some reason, possessed
a childlike incongruity that didn't match her age. To use

a popular phrase these days—a childlike face with large breasts.

The more I looked at the girl's face, the more she resembled someone.

A girl I suddenly dared not face ten years ago

—my younger sister .

My younger sister, Jiang Xinyun, is exactly ten years younger than me.

From a young age, she seemed to have inherited our parents' excellent genes; no matter how you looked at her, she was an
adorable doll that everyone loved. As she entered puberty and began to develop, she possessed an angelic, pure, and
beautiful face, and her figure became exquisitely shapely: her curves were perfectly proportioned, neither too
flat nor too smooth.

A girl of this caliber, appearing on campus, naturally attracted countless lustful
boys who wanted to kiss her, or even spend the night with her.

However, being conservative and shy, whenever she encountered some clueless and obsessive suitors, leaving her unsure of what
to do, she would always use me as a shield to shoo away those unwanted advances.

Since I was already a tattoo artist at the time, when she revealed that I was her brother, some of
the more timid kids, upon seeing the tattoos on my hands, mostly mistook me for a gangster
and disappeared from her sight.

However, some unruly individuals, oblivious to the danger, thought I was a cool older brother. They befriended me while
simultaneously relentlessly pursuing Xinyun, using every possible means possible.

Eventually, my sister had to change tactics, publicly declaring that I wasn't actually her brother, but her
boyfriend, hoping to dispel their advances.

This less-than-clever expedient initially worked well, but over time,
without more intimate gestures typical of couples, suspicion would arise.

So, at her insistence, every time I picked her up from school, I started by holding her hand,
then progressed to her hooking her arm around mine, and finally even asked me to put my arm around her slender waist, which she
readily reciprocated by wrapping her arms around my strong waist, trying to make it appear genuine to outsiders.

Some say that daily physical intimacy between couples strengthens their relationship,
maintaining the sweetness of the honeymoon phase.

But what if these intimate gestures happened between siblings?

I don't know how siblings in other families view this kind of relationship, but whether it's because of the passage of time or something
else, I found that as my interactions with Xinyun became increasingly intimate, I developed
feelings for her that were different from sibling affection.

By the time I realized I had these forbidden thoughts, I had already kissed her.

—After she finished her final exams in the first semester of her second year of junior high school, I picked her up from school and took her home. Just before she went into her room, I
suddenly hugged her tightly and left my mark deeply on her trembling, frightened lips.

That year, she was only fourteen years old, but I was already twenty-four.

I remember that when I realized I had done this to her without thinking, I was so ashamed
that I immediately ran out of the house and spent three days fooling around with some close friends before
returning home with a heavy heart.

Fortunately, when I got home, my parents and Xinyun didn't seem to notice anything unusual.

Filled with guilt, and to suppress my lustful thoughts about my sister, I moved out on my own shortly afterward,
wanting to avoid seeing her again.

However, a year later, my parents suddenly called, saying that my sister
hadn't returned home after attending a class reunion the previous night.

They asked all her classmates, but no one knew where she had gone. So, besides reporting her missing to the police
, they asked me to help find her.

Upon hearing the news, I was naturally frantic, like a cat on a hot tin roof, and used
all my connections to ask for help in finding her; but she seemed to have vanished overnight
, without a trace.

What began as hope turned to disappointment, and finally to
despair, as time passed.

Although my family continued searching for her, after nearly a year, I was
mentally prepared for the police to suddenly receive a report of a young, unidentified woman's body found somewhere, and then ask us
to identify the body at the morgue.

Looking at the finished work on the easel, I was inadvertently reminded of this painful past. Suddenly, as if possessed, I
tore the drawing, which I had named "Redemption of the Madwoman," to shreds.

That night, I locked myself in my studio and got completely drunk, only
gradually sobering up the next afternoon when the urgent doorbell rang outside.

Suppressing the discomfort of a hangover, I dragged my unsteady steps to the front door. The moment I opened it, my sleepy eyes
and splitting headache vanished instantly.

Standing outside was a young girl. Despite her heavy makeup, her youthful
face clearly indicated she was no more than eighteen. I

'd seen young, sexy girls before, but this girl, dressed in a way that could only be described as "barely clothed,"
was a first.

A black, ultra-low-cut mini-dress, plunging to her navel, naturally revealed most of her firm, white
breasts. The skirt, so short it barely covered her buttocks, allowed easy
visibility of her pubic hair without even bending over.

When she turned slightly, the backless design, with fabric only a centimeter above her buttocks,
completely exposed her flawless, white back.

I thought, this outfit, barely covering a woman's private parts with just a few pieces of cloth, was something only escorts or
outspoken babes would dare wear in broad daylight, only for parties and wild nights. 　　But the facts were undeniable.
Especially 　　those large, round breasts, with their barely visible pink nipples, a dazzling "headlight," fluttering in the breeze as her clothes billowed, offering me a feast for the eyes. 　　"Uh…Miss, may I ask who you are?" 　　"Master Andy, Xin Nu greets you." With that, she bowed a full ninety degrees to me . 　　This deep bow naturally revealed her full, firm breasts and her alluring pink vulva. I guessed that any man with a weak heart would collapse 　　on the spot, foaming at the mouth, upon seeing such a seductive and alluring woman . 　　Thankfully, I regularly go to the gym, so my cardiovascular system is pretty good, which is why I remained unfazed even after seeing such a tantalizing display of springtime beauty. 　　"You...you really are the abandoned slave Xiaoxin?" 　　Wait, why does her voice sound so familiar? And her face seems strangely familiar... Even though we've been video chatting naked for almost a month, all I've seen is her naked body wearing a pig's head mask; we still communicate by typing. I've suggested turning on my microphone to communicate directly, but she always says that hearing her voice reminds her of that terrible past, so she prefers to communicate by typing for now. 　　That's why I only truly heard her—her naturally alluring, sweet voice—tonight . 　　"Master, it was you who wanted to see me. I mustered up a lot of courage to come out and meet you today. And before I left home," her voice suddenly became as soft as a mosquito's buzz, "Xin Nu had already orgasmed five times before daring to leave." 　　If there hadn't been no cars passing by, I wouldn't have heard what she said at all, but those last words struck me like a thunderbolt. 　　I quickly looked around and, finding that not many people were paying attention to me, I quickly made way for her to avoid unnecessary gossip and trouble. 　　After she entered, she didn't immediately find a place to sit down. Instead, without warning, she pulled down the strap around her neck , then took off her extremely revealing mini-dress, and then knelt down with a thud, kowtowing to me while saying, "Xin Nu has reported to Master Andy. Please perform the master-disciple ceremony for Xin Nu and give me the next training orders." 　　What the hell?! 　　The sudden change startled me, leaving me momentarily at a loss. 　　But why did her voice sound so familiar the more I listened…? “Xin Nu, lift your head so your master can see you.” 　　“Yes, master.” 　　When the girl raised her head, her eyes filled with unease, I scrutinized her for a long time before finally remembering who she was! 　　However, I still couldn't believe what I was seeing. 　　I dragged my unsteady steps to the low table, my hands trembling as I pulled out a cigarette. I picked up a lighter to light it, but my suddenly weak thumb, no matter how hard I tried, couldn't produce a flame . 　　“Master, please allow Xin Nu to light your cigarette, is that alright?” 　　“No! No! Don't! Don't come any closer! Put your clothes on and get out!” I curled up on the sofa, yelling at her desperately. 　　Suddenly, tears welled in her eyes, and she said in a choked voice, "Is this an order from Master to Xin Nu, or an order from Brother to his slutty sister to leave?" 　　"No! You are not Xin Yun! You are just a worthless slut, an abandoned slave, a rotten whore... No matter what, you are not my sister! My sister Xin Yun is not a slut like you..." Her 　　frantic roar turned into a hysterical scream. 　　In an instant, my tears flowed like an unstoppable faucet, streaming down my cheeks. 　　Who says men don't cry easily? It's just that they haven't reached the point of heartbreak. 　　"I wish I wasn't... but brother, I've become like this, there's no going back." 　　"No!" I suddenly jumped up from the sofa. "Didn't you say you were twenty? But my sister is only sixteen... Tell me, who are you? Why are you impersonating my sister? What are you after?" 　　"Brother, if you don't believe me, fine. If you feel ashamed to have a sister like me, then I can disappear from your sight anytime. Anyway, I don't have the courage to live anymore, so I might as well find a place to end this already depraved body." 　　With that, she walked naked towards the door. 　　"Hey! What are you doing?"

Without turning her head, she said as she walked away, "Since Xin Nu is an unwanted slave, then Xin Nu should carry out
the final orders that a slave should perform."

Hearing this, I immediately rushed to her, grabbing her arm tightly, and said, "Wh...what?!

No! I won't allow you to do that kind of thing."

I originally only had a vague understanding of SM games, but after nearly a month of close communication with her,
driven by curiosity, I learned some secrets about the 'dark BDSM world' from her.

What she just said, the final orders that a slave must perform, is like a scene from a science fiction novel or movie
. If a secret military base is captured, the commander, in order to prevent the enemy from obtaining useful intelligence, has to
issue a final order to the main computer to destroy the base. However, the final orders given to slaves in that world
are—to return to the dark BDSM world, not to eat or drink, and to be repeatedly raped and tortured until death.

"Unless you agree to become Xin Nu's new master, Xin Nu cannot disobey her former master's wishes."

Damn it!

Which heartless, perverted beast could have turned my once pure, lovely, shy
, and conservative beautiful sister into this slutty, fleshy toy—more depraved than anyone else?!

I truly can't imagine the extent of her psychological trauma during her disappearance that turned her
into this!

"Tell me, which bastard did this? I'll avenge you."

"No need, brother, I already killed my former master with my own hands."

"Ah! Then...then why...why weren't you...won't you be arrested?"

"It was a deal I made with the police. I helped them catch the head of a human trafficking and drug ring, and they
agreed to let me go. Anyway, I'm a minor, so even if I go to a juvenile detention center for 'further education,' it's just a waste of taxpayers
' money."

"Wait a minute, since it's all over, why are you humiliating yourself? And why didn't you go home? Why did
n't you let Mom and Dad know you were safe?"

"Brother, I don't want to degrade myself, but like in my forum post, whenever I fall asleep
, I always dream about how they disciplined me, and I can't help but want to carry out
any orders they give me. I think unless I die, I'll never be able to escape that shadow. As for Mom and
Dad, brother, in my current state, can I let them know? So brother, please promise to be my master
. Okay?"

"No, I don't want to." I hugged her tightly and cried loudly in her ear, "Xiaoyun, please don't
degrade yourself like this anymore, okay? I'll take you to see a psychologist right now. Even if treating your illness will bankrupt me
, I will definitely cure your illness and find a way to bring you back to the world of normal people."

Unexpectedly, the girl in my arms suddenly pushed me away forcefully and said with tears in her eyes, "Brother, it's no use. The police
also tried to find a psychologist to treat my illness, but I cooperated with them and tried various methods, including
medication, but in the end, it still didn't work."

"Then...what should we do? You can't be a sex slave forever, can you?"

"Um...about this...brother," Xinyun wiped her beautiful face, which was now streaked with tears, "
a while ago, I was browsing some forums on the periphery of the dark world, and I happened to meet a psychologist who was also
a sex slave trainer in the dark world. He said that this method might be able to cure my illness. So, brother, if you don't mind that your sister
is already a slut who's been fucked to pieces, I'm willing to be your sex slave for life."

I stared wide-eyed and roared, "How is that possible?! This doesn't conform to the principles of SM training at all!"

"Brother, you're not a professional player in that world, so of course you don't understand the true meaning of 'training'."

Damn it!

Does that mean that to cure my sister's illness, I have to learn how to train a sex slave?

Looking at the girl in front of me with an angelic face and a devilishly hot body,
the girl who once made my heart flutter, my favorite sister...for some reason, when I suddenly thought of that past that I had always refused to recall
, a strange lust instantly rose in my lower abdomen.

The naked girl before me seemed to notice the strange sensation in my lower body, and suddenly gave me a suggestive and mischievous smile
: "Brother, don't suppress your desire for me anymore. Actually, I've loved you since I was little, but I was too embarrassed
to say it. I think you feel the same way, right? Come on, brother, let's begin the master-slave confirmation declaration and
ceremony now."

Ah! Wait a minute, I haven't agreed yet.

Before I could even finish speaking, Xinyun had already pulled a small digital camcorder from her exquisite designer handbag,
turned it on to record, and shoved it into my hand. Then she knelt before me, one hand raised, the other cupping
her self-proclaimed 35E breasts, and said in a seductive, provocative tone, "Hello everyone, my name is Jiang Xinyun. I
was once an abandoned slave who lost her master's discipline, but heaven took pity on me and blessed me, allowing me to meet
a new master willing to discipline me—Jiang Xinyun.

"Today, in the presence of my new master, and subsequently the other elders of the dark world, Xinyun will undergo a master-slave witnessing
ceremony, becoming the exclusive slave of my new master—Jiang Wenshan, whose English name is Andy. I swear my oath as slave—Jiang Xinyun.

Um, from now on, friends in the dark BDSM community, please still call me Xinyun. Thank you all for your understanding
."

After she solemnly completed her oath, she respectfully kowtowed three times in front of the camera before rising.

"Alright, Master, you can stop recording

now." Hmm... what's going on?

"Master, please proceed with the Master-Slave Confirmation Ceremony."

"What ceremony? Didn't we just do that?" I looked at her, completely confused.

"That was just the declaration of witnessing; this is the ceremony." "Witnessing ceremony? How do I witness it
?"

"Ah! Sorry, I forgot you're not a player from that world," she said, placing the DV camera on
the low table in front of the sofa, adjusting the angle, then lying on the sofa and beckoning to me, "Master, now I respectfully invite you..."
"Enter Xin Nu's wanton body and mark her with a large amount of your semen. This way, Xin
Nu will be your exclusive slave, used only by you, and not a sex toy to be abused." "Damn!

No way!

She means I have to film the whole thing?!

She…she's my own sister!

Even though I've had this thought before, how can I possibly go through with it now that I see my sister like this
?"

Just as I hesitated, the girl lying on the sofa spoke up: "Brother, if you don't do this,
those people in the dark BDSM world will never let me go. After all, no matter how despicable and perverted that person is, he is still my
master. Now, as a sex slave, my act of killing my master with my own hands would have been punished by the elders in that world
with tortures like wearing spiked shoes, throwing darts, and finally riding a wooden horse to death.

If it weren't for that kind BDSM instructor agreeing to let me use this method to ensure my complete escape from the dark BDSM
world, I probably would never have seen you again. Brother, don't hold back anymore. Don't forget, I am now
your exclusive sex slave. Now, please ravage and defile this shameless, lewd sex slave. Master
..."

Damn it!

Those perverted beasts!

No way! To bring my sister back to a normal world and stop those beasts from
controlling her... After figuring this out, I first went to the front door and pulled down the iron gate. Then I turned around, took off my clothes,
pressed the record button on the DV camera, and with mixed feelings, climbed onto the sofa and gently kissed my sister's slightly parted
pink lips.

The moment our lips touched, it felt as if a weak electric current quickly spread from my lips to my limbs; the tingling
pleasure generated by that current made my long-dormant penis instantly hard.

Although I didn't want to admit it, it was undeniable that Xinyun, this girl who had been trained by some unknown means, was not
only highly skilled in sex but also extremely sensitive.

Although I pride myself on being a master of seduction, in front of Xinyun, I was like a virgin experiencing sex for the first time;
instead, she took the initiative to guide me to positions that brought us both immense pleasure.

Especially her incredibly sexy cherry lips, a true gem for attracting semen. Whether it was blowing, sucking, licking, or even the high-difficulty
deep-throat technique, she wielded them with unparalleled skill. It was as if her mouth was born a divine
weapon specifically for oral sex, causing my hard, thick penis to ejaculate uncontrollably within three minutes of her mouth.

"Brother, no, Master, haven't you been with a woman in a long time?"

Damn! It wasn't that I hadn't been with a woman in a long time, it was that I'd never been with a slutty slave like you.

"Hmm... probably several months?" I answered her insincerely.

"I see. Well then, for the sake of Master and Sister-in-law's future fulfilling sex life, Xin Nu will definitely
make Master a true sex expert. Now, please relax, Master, and let Xin Nu serve you well."

But I just ejaculated in your mouth! How can I regain my virility so quickly?

Before the thought even finished, Xinyun had already taken my semi-erect penis back into her mouth, her nimble little tongue
swirling and licking the urethral opening. Meanwhile, her slender, white hands, following a certain rhythm, sometimes lightly, sometimes
heavily, played with and caressed my testicles, making me feel like I was flying.

Her oral skills didn't stop there.

When my penis gradually swelled and hardened again in her mouth, she released it and took my sensitive testicles into her
mouth. She even inserted her sharp little tongue into my anus, playing with
another killer technique that made my penis instantly hard—the "Dragon Drill."

"Damn it! Xin Nu, stop now, or I'll cum again."

"Yes, Master." Xin Yun's sexy lips obediently left my penis, then she climbed onto me
and said in a coquettish tone, "Now, Master, please enjoy Xin Nu's slutty body as you please."

After saying this, she immediately guided my hard, swollen penis to her already wet opening and
sat down all the way down.

"Oh~~ Master's big penis has finally entered Xin Nu's slutty cunt, Xin Nu is so happy. Thank you,
Master, for giving Xin Nu such a big penis..." As she finished speaking, the slutty girl sitting on me even started to sway
her buttocks.

Looking at her shameless and wanton behavior on me, I didn't feel any pleasure. Instead,
a feeling of reluctance and heartache suddenly welled up from the bottom of my heart.

She's only sixteen years old!

But from her slutty behavior just now until now, it definitely takes a lot of sexual experience to do that.

This means...
the number of men she's had sex with is definitely more than just one person, counted on both hands and toes.

"Ugh... Xin Nu... Xiao Jun... you... let's stop, okay? Seeing you so lewd makes
me really sad..."

As soon as she said this, Xin Jun, who had been frantically shaking and spinning on me, chasing after the pleasure of orgasm, suddenly stopped,
looking at me with a surprised expression.

"Master... Master... don't you like a lewd and wanton Xin Nu?"

"You can't say that," I straightened up, gently pulling her into my arms, kissing her
pretty face still tinged with rouge, "Although I like lewd and wanton women, not like you, who seems to be
made solely to please men, like a sex machine for men to release their pent-up desires."

"Then... then what should Xin Nu do to make Master happy?"

"How should I do that..."

This really stumped me.

When I made love with my girlfriend before, although she wasn't as uninhibited or as wanton as Xinyun,
she always brought me a sense of spiritual connection, a perfect union, a blissful, almost heavenly experience. But when I made love with Xinyun
, although the physical stimulation was satisfying, my heart always felt something was missing… "Master,
don't think about it now, Xinnu really wants your big cock, please fuck me quickly, fuck Xinnu's slutty pussy hard!"
"Is your itchy cunt nice, Master…"

Seeing her writhing hips in ecstasy, seeking pleasure, I suddenly understood!

"Xin Nu, no, Xiao Jun… I know why. Stop for a moment!" Seeing that she remained unmoved and completely
ignored me, I had to resort to my trump card: "Xin Nu, this is an order!"

"Ah! Yes! Master." Xin Jun immediately left my body and knelt down in front of me, "I'm sorry,
sob sob… Please punish this disobedient slut."

Despite her words, I saw her fingers secretly placed on her overflowing cunt, rubbing
and stroking it lightly.

"Xin Nu, who allowed you to masturbate secretly!"

"Ah! Master, I'm sorry, Xin Nu has made a mistake again. Because Xin Nu hasn't been trained by Master for too long, I've forgotten
the attitude a sex slave should have. Please punish this disobedient, lewd slut severely."

This… is this what the dark BDSM community calls the 'ultimate sex slave'?

It's so perverse, so terrifying!

Undeniably, if this slutty girl kneeling at my feet, desperately begging
for mercy, weren't related to me by blood, I would be overjoyed to have such an obedient sex toy. But…
this underage girl before me is none other than my own sister!

Xinyun is right. If her severely distorted and twisted personality is allowed to continue
, then she might really do something like this: one day, while walking alone on the street, she might suddenly, like a madwoman,
shamelessly strip naked in front of everyone, inviting strangers to freely play with and ravage her body
.

I took a deep breath, suppressing the heart-wrenching grief, pressed the stop button on the DV camera, and slowly walked
to Xinyun. I forcefully pulled her up from the ground, took her trembling, bewildered hand, and sat her on the sofa.
I tightly embraced her naked, beautiful body, gently patting her smooth, alabaster back, and
whispered in her ear, "Xiaoyun, I understand the tragic situation you've endured this past year. However, since it has already
happened, I will find a way to heal you no matter what. If becoming your master is
the only way to cure this mental illness, then I am willing to become your new master. Even if this means going to hell after I die,
I will not hesitate."

"Waaah... Brother, I don't want to! If you really go to hell because of me, I will
plead with the King of Hell. I... I am willing to serve him forever with my filthy body in exchange for your
chance to be reborn."

Damn it!

I was initially moved to tears by her emotional confession in the first half, but after hearing her
lewd proposal in the second half, I really wanted to kick her a few times to vent my anger.

I now seriously doubt whether her deeply ingrained subservience is innate
or the result of training.

If it's the result of training… then I can only say that those perverted beasts are incredibly skilled
and powerful!

Thinking this, I gently pushed Xinyun away, held her hands tightly, and asked her in a gentle tone, "Xiaoyun
, tell me, what's the name of that kind trainer? Did he clearly tell you how I need to
cooperate with you to cure this disease?"

"Hmm… if you're asking as my master, then Xinnu can tell you. If you're not
someone in that circle, Xinnu can't say, otherwise it would be a major taboo in that world."

Wow!

Isn't this clearly setting a trap for me? —It's that kind of "open conspiracy"

where you know there's a bottomless pit ahead, but you still have to jump in . 　　After lighting a cigarette, I stared at the ceiling, silently smoking, while Xinyun sat obediently beside me, waiting for my decision without a word. 　　Only after the cigarette had burned completely did I stub it out. "Alright, I'll command you to speak as the master ." 　　"But we haven't completed the witnessing ceremony yet..." 　　Damn it! 　　Why is she so stubborn! 　　Fine, fine, if I have to go to hell after death, so be it! 　　"Alright, let's proceed with the master-slave confirmation ceremony now. However," I said, looking at her with a stern face, " I must control the entire process later, and during sex, I don't want to hear you call me master. I want you to call me husband . Can you do that?" 　　"But... isn't that a term only a sister-in-law can use?" 　　"To hell with sister-in-law! I want you to call me husband so I can have pleasure during sex, do you understand?" I couldn't suppress my anger and roared at her, clenching my fists. 　　"Yes, Xin Nu obeys her master." 　　"Oh my god!" I slapped my forehead in exasperation. "Here's what you're ordered to do: from now on, you'll call me husband whenever you see me, and I'll call you wife. If you want to refer to yourself, you can use 'I,' 'me,' 'Xiao Xin,' or 'Xiao Jun,' just don't call yourself Xin Nu. Understand?" 　　"Is this a master's order?" 　　"Yes," I answered decisively. 　　"Yes, Master..." 　　She had barely opened her mouth when I glared at her. "Damn it! How could you forget so soon? Hurry up, call me 'husband' first ." 　　"Yes, Master, um...husband...oh dear...this feels so awkward, so embarrassing...wait, Master , when Xin Nu called you 'husband' just now, I suddenly had a very strange feeling. It's like a...um ...no, no...Master, please hurry up and fuck Xin Nu's cunt...Xin Nu can't take it anymore..." 　　Damn! Rome wasn't built in a day, and sex slaves certainly can't be trained in a day! 　　"Xin Nu, then lie down and don't move like a dead fish." I had no choice but to follow her severely distorted thoughts and give her instructions.

"Yes, Master." As soon as she finished speaking, Xinyun lay back on the sofa, expressionless, like a dead fish.

(Oh! Allah, almighty gods, merciful Buddhas and Bodhisattvas, please save my hopeless
sex slave sister…) I took a few deep breaths, waiting for my emotions to completely calm down. My mind began to
fantasize about exciting scenes from a certain AV. When my limp penis finally managed to stand erect, I immediately pressed
the record button on the DV camera. Then, without hesitation, I forcefully thrust it into Xinyun's muddy, unbearable
honey pot in front of the DV lens.

The moment I thrust it all the way in, the girl beneath me immediately let out a high-pitched moan.

"Oh~~ Master's penis is so thick and long, it feels like Master is piercing my cunt..."

Feeling the thick, long penis pressing tightly against the depths of her flower, I immediately took a deep breath, forcing myself to endure
the pleasurable sensation of her tight vaginal walls gripping my shaft. I deliberately shouted in a harsh voice, "Damn it! You slut! Have you forgotten
what Master said? Call me 'husband' and let me hear it, hurry up."

"Ugh... Hu...husband... ah... this shy feeling... so... so comfortable... husband
... hurry up and fuck me... I'm going to climax... hurry... husband..."

No way, I haven't even started moving yet! She climaxed as soon as I penetrated her?! Wow! Her body is so
sensitive!

But then again, when she actually called me 'husband,' it felt like the girl writhing and yielding beneath me wasn't
my blood-related sister, but a loving partner with whom I shared mutual affection.

Having this feeling, I seemed able to completely immerse myself in this forbidden love, fully enjoying this sudden
pleasure.

I deliberately ignored her requests, slowly and deliberately thrusting my lower body in and out of her tight passage
, enjoying the warmth of her vaginal walls and the constant pressure on my hard shaft, while simultaneously suppressing
the urge to ejaculate, not wanting to surrender too quickly and disappoint her, this woman of boundless desire, with her
disappointing performance.

After a few hundred slow thrusts, once I had fully adapted to the pleasurable sensation from her honeyed depths, I gradually
increased the speed of my thrusts.

In an instant, the small room, already filled with Xinyun's moans and groans, was filled with the crisp
sounds of flesh colliding and the sticky, wet sounds emanating from her already overflowing pink lips.

When I felt Xinyun's vaginal walls, now burning hot, contracting rapidly for the third time, I
was on the verge of ejaculation.

Looking at the clock on the wall, I realized it had been almost
an hour since my penis entered her wet, throbbing vagina. So, taking advantage of her just reaching the peak of her orgasm and before she could recover, I immediately sprinted at top speed
into her still rapidly contracting honey pot.

"Ahhh... Master... Master... Xin Nu... Xin Nu is going to be fucked to death by Master... Oh... Xin Nu
is going to lose it again... Ah... Master..."

"Oh... you slutty slave... Master... Master is going to cum too..."

"Ugh... Please, Master, fill Xin Nu's slutty womb with your precious and sacred semen... Ah... Master
..."

"Oh—fuck! I can't take it... I'm going to cum... Ah—!"

After thrusting rapidly dozens of times, I thrust all the way in, spraying thick
white semen into her warm womb.

When the heavy breathing in the small room gradually became barely audible, I pulled out my limp penis after ejaculating;

just as I was about to get up to find some toilet paper to wipe the residue on my penis, Xin Yun had already grasped my half-erect penis
and carefully cleaned it with her tongue.

"Thank you, Master, for bestowing your semen upon the slutty Xin Nu." After saying this, Xin Yun actually knelt on the sofa and
respectfully kowtowed to me in gratitude.

I shook my head helplessly: "Does this count as completing the master-slave confirmation ceremony?"

"Yes." Xinyun nodded to me, then picked up the still-on DV camera on the table and pointed it at herself. With the
other hand, she spread open her pink, swollen, and red vulva, from which white fluid with a fishy smell was flowing. In an incredibly seductive
and lewd tone, she said, "Elders and trainers of the dark BDSM world, Xinnu has
completed the master-slave recognition ceremony with her master's permission. Look," she

said, inserting her fingers into her still-open vulva and probing for a while.
After finally managing to scoop out a thick glob of white fluid, she brought it to her lips and said, "This is the precious semen that Master Andy bestowed upon Xinnu."
" Now

After saying this, she took a sip of the semen I had ejaculated into her vagina from her finger and slowly put it in her
mouth. After sucking a few times, she opened her mouth again and said in a muffled voice, "Elders, please examine
Xin Nu's mouth..."

Then she closed her mouth, and her throat moved slightly, making a soft gurgling sound
: "Mmm... Master's semen is so delicious. From now on, Xin Nu's wanton body will be completely handed over to Andy's new
master for training and enjoyment. Although Xin Nu is about to leave the dark training world, Xin Nu still wants to thank all the elders
and trainers for their tireless efforts in training and cultivating this wanton Xin Nu these past few days, allowing Xin
Nu to serve her new master with this lewd body, making his days fulfilling and joyful. Xin Nu thanks you again."
" Thank you

After saying this, Xinyun pressed the stop button on the DV camera and put it back into her designer handbag.

"Alright, Master, from now on, Xinnu will obey all your commands. Please train Xinnu as you wish and help
her return to the world of normal people."

This was the first time I had seen her show such a joyful expression, as if she were returning to a normal girl. However, having participated in
the entire master-slave ritual, I had watched her performance without saying a word and found that she still considered herself
a lewd sex slave. That deep-rooted servility was already deeply ingrained in her soul.
How could I, as her elder brother, be happy to see my own sister become like this?

(What can I do to get her personality back on track?) Thinking of this, I habitually
took a cigarette from the pack on the table, and before even getting a lighter, I knelt down beside her.

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