Spring Festival Reunion

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"Honey, can you check if this couplet is aligned correctly? Honey...honey!"

"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 supporting 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 noticed that my gaze wasn't on the long, red couplet in her hand, and immediately covered her buttocks, saying coquettishly.

"Ah! You caught me! Hehehe, what can I do? Your chrysanthemum is so beautiful!" I reached out and lightly patted her bare, snow-white buttocks, laughing.

If someone's relationship with their wife wasn't at the level of a close confidante, they might be completely bewildered 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 extended 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? Honey, 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 people will see you completely naked, wearing only an apron?" I withdrew my hand awkwardly, frowning as I asked.

"That's different!" My wife, who was only wearing a kilt that barely covered her firm breasts in the front and whose hem 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 in place, and faced me. "Look, my standards are completely in accordance with your requirements of 'fully nude in front of the camera, no showing of the three points.' What if I wore too much and 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 is only willing to bloom for you?"

"Uh..." Seeing the tearful and resentful look in my wife's eyes, I quickly laughed it off and said, "Hehe, wife, since you don't want to, that's fine... Well, I think it's getting late, so you continue putting up the Spring Festival couplets, and 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 realized

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

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

My wife glared at me reproachfully, then turned around and stood on the chair to continue putting up the Spring Festival couplets.

Although it took her less than two seconds to stand on the chair with one foot in front of the other, in that fleeting moment, I caught a glimpse of the stunning spring scenery hidden under her buttocks

—a tattoo of a pale pink cosmos flower.

Centered on her anus, eight pale pink, tongue-shaped petals surrounded her. On each wavy petal, resembling large serrated edges, were the eight capital letters of "loveandy" in cursive script, painted in dark green.

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 be willing to tattoo a man's name 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, a pain akin to being slowly sliced apart.

I will always remember that afternoon, about six months into our official 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?" These were the first words I uttered to her after regaining my senses.

"Because I've realized... I'm hopelessly in love with you, so I want to express my unwavering 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 legal nonsense!" Unexpectedly, the usually obedient and gentle girl now had tears welling in her eyes, clenching her fists as she interrupted me. "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 chose to compromise.

"Since you've decided, could you... perhaps 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 that 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 relationship with my wife, from the beginning to our marriage, well... I think I should thank a certain erotic forum, right?

Actually, my wife and I knew each other for a long time, but we never knew each other's feelings. Until one day, I was bored in the tattoo studio, and to relieve my depression of not having a girlfriend, I habitually turned on my computer and wandered into the chat section of that erotic forum I frequented, intending to enjoy the strange sexual fantasies shared by the fellow enthusiasts and, incidentally, reply with my own thoughts to earn points. Just as I clicked into the homepage, I saw an exceptionally eye-catching title:

-- "Abandoned Slave Seeking a New Master."

Such a sensational title naturally became the focus of attention for all the enthusiasts.

Unexpectedly, this post garnered nearly a hundred responses in less than two days, demonstrating its immense popularity.

Naturally, I too was drawn in by the provocative title.

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

From her comments, I learned she was twenty years old and had countless sexual experiences, but she lost her virginity on her eighteenth birthday when a group of online friends offered to throw her a coming-of-age party.

According to her, she had been happily attending the online gathering, but instead, she was tricked into getting drunk and then gang-raped, losing her virginity while unconscious. Furthermore, obscene nude photos of her were taken of her.

From then on, these depraved wolves used her nude photos as blackmail, demanding continued sexual relations with them.

In short, she was the sex slave of these perverted beasts, a free prostitute or casual sex partner. Only after being tormented both physically and mentally, and ultimately, with a doomed mentality, she reported the scandal to the police, was she able to escape her misery.

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

She originally thought that starting a new life in another strange city would allow her to forget those incredibly humiliating past experiences, but unexpectedly, every time she woke up in the middle of the night, she frequently dreamed of those beastly faces pressing down on her. When she suddenly woke 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 2'.

It's a mental illness stemming from a victim's extreme physical and mental torment. Lacking timely and appropriate psychological counseling and the warmth and comfort of family, she suddenly develops a desire for self-destruction and to enjoy the humiliating pleasure of being wantonly violated… This newbie's post is quite long, and its purpose is to find someone who can heal her emotional wounds and help her return to a normal life.

While I'm just a small-time tattoo artist and don't understand the technical terms, from a normal person's perspective, the perverts on this forum are only looking for sex slaves to satisfy their bizarre desires. How could they possibly help her return to a normal 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 orifices. How could she possibly find a psychologist to cure her mental illness?

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

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

For some reason, 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 lewd sex slaves, not the spiritual mentors you're looking for. Um, to put it bluntly, are you here to cause trouble?"

After leaving this comment in an unfriendly tone, 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 this reply, but when I returned to the forum the next day, a short 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 the other party's identity is unclear, I treat all these boring people as disgusting humanoid creatures with lustful thoughts and nowhere to vent.

However, when I saw what the other party wrote to me, I was stunned in front of the computer screen for about three minutes.

"Hello Mr. Andy:

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

I've read so many responses these past few days, and I feel that you seem to be a more upright person. Hmm... although your tone in your message is not good, I feel that it gives me a strange sense of security. I'm sorry, if you are willing to help me, can we get in touch further?"

After I came back to my senses, lit a cigarette, crossed my arms and thought for less than two minutes before replying to the other party's message, and attached my instant messaging account.

"Hmph... Since you want to play, and I've been incredibly bored lately, I'll reluctantly play along. Then... let's see how I expose you, you disgusting nerdy guy 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 initial fighting spirit gradually waned with the passage of time.

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

I logged off dejectedly. Just then, I received a call from someone wanting to schedule a consultation at the shop about tattoos, so I forgot about it.

About two weeks later, one day while I was discussing redesigns with a client online, 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.

Because many of my clients come through referrals from friends, and some of these potential clients, whom I've never met, like to chat with me for a while first, building a good foundation of trust before making a tattoo request.

Therefore, I've now 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 this mean?

Still immersed in my discussion with the client, I didn't immediately understand.

"Uh...sorry, it seems like this is the first time we've met?" I typed a casual reply, continuing my exchange with the client.

"Um, sorry, do you remember the post I made 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, pondered for a while, and then suddenly slapped my forehead.

"Damn! Okay! It's 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, I don't know why, my business has suddenly taken off, 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 person 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.

"Hmm... Miss, what exactly is your purpose in investigating me like this?"

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

Huh!?

How could there be such a good deal?

No!

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 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 smoke ring before typing, "Just check the chest first."

Shortly after pressing enter, a prompt appeared asking if I wanted to accept the video call; with the determination of a warrior cutting off his own arm, I pressed accept, but inexplicably felt tense.

Finally, the video call connected, and upon seeing the hilarious scene on the screen, I coughed uncontrollably from laughing so hard I almost choked!

There was indeed a woman with reddish-brown hair tied up, seemingly possessing large, round breasts, and wearing low-waisted boxer briefs, but she wore a pig's head mask with a happy smiley face painted on it, only revealing two black, shiny eyes… Seeing such a visually appealing and hilarious video call instantly shattered the obscene images I had previously imagined in my mind.

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

I took a deep breath to calm myself, and when I looked at the video again, I saw the girl on the screen rapidly typing on the keyboard with her slender fingers. My chat box then appeared with the words: "Is Master satisfied with Xin Nu's lewd 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 to show her face to Master."

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

"Master doesn't like it?"

Watching the girl on the screen lean forward and backward, her pair of round, large 'headlights' creating dizzying waves as her body swayed, I felt dizzy and couldn't see the words on the screen at all.

I rubbed my eyes, which were starting to ache, and then zoomed in on the video to observe the other person's neck and frame carefully... Hmm... a slender neck without an Adam's apple or surgical scars, and thin arms and shoulder blades, so it should be a woman.

After deducing this conclusion from the exposed parts of her body, I immediately asked to see her face and her 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 wanton sex slave again. Mr. Andy, I'm sorry, I just want you to help me return to the world of normal people...is that okay?"

Damn! Are you kidding me?!

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

That's what troubles me. If this illness isn't cured, I'm afraid that one day while walking alone on the street, I'll suddenly be unable to resist taking off my clothes and kneeling on the street, 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 heinous 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 good person."

Damn it! What's going on? I haven't even arranged to meet, and she's already giving me a "good person" card?!

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

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

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, I couldn't help but swallow hard before typing, "Uh... Miss, 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 clothed people 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.

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 with her, 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, you have to fuck me hard, ravage me!"

"Damn! 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 has to go offline and masturbate, otherwise Xin Nu won't be able to take it."

The moment this message appeared in the chat box, the video went black, and nothing could be seen.

Damn! This lewd woman, this whore!

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

Damn it!

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

Inspired, I immediately stubbed out the cigarette I'd just taken a puff of and rushed to the easel, grabbing paper and pen to begin drawing.

After finishing, I lit a cigarette, crossed my arms, and stood before the easel, carefully admiring my newly completed work.

In the center of the previously blank canvas, a naked girl kneeling on the ground had appeared; she held a bright red, ripe apple in her hands; and two ferocious pythons coiled around her, running from her ankles to her shoulders, their gaping maws staring at the apple in her hand, while the girl's face displayed utter terror.

The girl's figure was exactly like Xin Nu's, yet her face, for some reason, possessed an incongruous innocence, a childlike innocence that belied her age.

To use a popular phrase these days, it's called—a baby face with huge breasts.

The more I look at the girl's face, the more she reminds me of someone.

A girl who, ten years ago, suddenly made me afraid to face her

—my younger sister .

My 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. When she entered puberty and began to develop, she possessed an angelic, pure, and beautiful face, and her figure also became exquisitely shapely: the concave parts were never convex, and the perky parts were never flat like an airport runway.

When such a beautiful girl appeared on campus, she 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 crazy suitors who left her at a loss, she would always use me as a shield to drive away those boring flies.

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

However, some oblivious troublemakers thought I was a cool older brother, befriending me while continuing to relentlessly pursue Xinyun, using every means possible.

In the end, my sister had to change her strategy, announcing to the public that I wasn't actually her brother, but her boyfriend, hoping to dispel their suspicions.

This not-so-clever expedient worked well at first, but over time, if the two of us didn't engage in more intimate gestures typical of couples, it would definitely arouse suspicion.

So, at her insistence, every time I picked her up from school, I started by holding her hand, then she hooked her arm around mine, and finally even asked me to put my arm around her slender waist, while she generously wrapped her arms around my strong waist, trying to make it seem like there was something going on in front of outsiders.

Some say that daily physical intimacy between couples can strengthen their relationship and maintain 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 relationship, but whether it was due to the passage of time or something else, I found myself developing feelings for Xinyun that were different from sibling affection, as our interactions grew closer.

By the time I realized 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, 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 on her trembling, frightened lips.

She was only fourteen that year, but I was already twenty-four.

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

Thankfully, after returning home, my parents and Xinyun showed no unusual behavior.

Filled with guilt, and to suppress my wicked 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 me, saying that my sister hadn't returned home after attending a class reunion the previous night.

They asked all the 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 of my sister's disappearance, I was naturally frantic, like an ant on a hot plate, and I used all my connections to ask for their 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 our 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 somewhere, and then ask us to identify the body at the morgue.

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

That night, I locked myself in my studio and got completely drunk, only gradually waking up the next afternoon to the urgent ringing of the doorbell.

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

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, attractive women before, but this girl, dressed almost naked, was a first.

A black, ultra-low-cut mini-dress plunging to her navel naturally revealed most of her firm, white breasts, while the incredibly short skirt, so short it barely exposed her buttocks, allowed for an easy view of her pubic hair without even bending over.

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

I thought, this dress, which looked like a few pieces of fabric barely covering a woman's private parts, was something only escorts or outspoken hot girls would dare to wear in broad daylight for a night of partying. But

the facts were undeniable.

Especially those large, round, and glaringly pink nipples, her breasts, fluttering in the breeze, were a feast for my eyes.

"Uh... Miss, may I ask who you are?"

"Master Andy, Xin Nu greets you." With that, she bowed deeply at a ninety-degree angle.

Such a large bow naturally revealed her full, firm breasts and her alluring pink vulva.

I suspect that any man with a weak heart would have suffered a stroke and collapsed on the spot upon seeing such a seductive and alluring woman.

Luckily, I regularly go to the gym, so my cardiovascular system is pretty good, which is why I remained unfazed after witnessing such a stimulating sight.

"You...you really are Xiaoxin, the abandoned slave?"

Wait, why does her voice sound familiar? And her face seems strangely familiar...Although 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 the 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 heard her—her naturally alluring and 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 brought herself to orgasm 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 the last sentence struck me like a thunderbolt.

I quickly looked around and, finding that not many people were paying attention to us, 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 on the ground 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 issue the next training orders.”

Damn it! What's going on?!

This sudden change left me completely bewildered.

But why did her voice sound so familiar the more I heard it…? “Xin Nu, raise 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 my eyes.

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 single 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 of here!” 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, 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 filthy body.”

With that, she walked naked towards the door.

"Hey! What are you doing?"

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

Hearing this, I immediately rushed in front of her, grabbed 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.

And what she just said, the final orders that an abandoned slave must perform, is like a plot 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 order given to the abandoned slave in that world is—to return to the dark BDSM world, not to eat or drink, and to be raped and tortured to death by others.

"Unless you are willing to become Xin Nu's new master, Xin Nu cannot disobey the will of her former master."

Damn it!

Which heartless, depraved beast could have transformed my once pure, lovely, shy, and conservative younger sister into this slutty, depraved sex toy—more lewd than anyone else?!

I truly can't imagine the extent of the psychological trauma she suffered during her disappearance to become like this!

“Tell me, which bastard did this? I’ll avenge you.”

“No need, brother. I’ve already killed my former master with my own hands.”

“Ah! Then…then…why weren’t you…won’t you arrested?”

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

“That’s not right. Since it’s all over, why are you humiliating yourself? And why don’t you go home? Why don’t you let Mom and Dad know you’re safe?”

“Brother, I don’t want to humiliate myself, but like in my forum posts, whenever I fall asleep, I 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 agree to be my master. Okay?”

"No, I don't want to." I hugged her tightly, crying loudly in her ear, "Xiao Jun, 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 you 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, saying 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 all sorts of methods, including medication, but in the end, it still didn't work."

"Then... then what should we do? You can't be a sex slave for the rest of your life, can you?"

“Um… about this… brother,” Xinyun wiped her beautiful face, now streaked with tears, “a while ago, I was browsing the peripheral forums of the dark world and happened to meet a psychologist who was also a sex slave trainer in the dark world. He said 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 shy 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, deprived of my master's discipline, but heaven took pity on me and blessed me, allowing me to meet a new master willing to train me—Jiang Xinyun.

" Today, Xinyun, witnessed by her new master and subsequently other dark elders, will undergo a master-slave ceremony, becoming the exclusive slave of her new master—Jiang Wenshan, whose English name is Andy. Swearing the Slave's Oath—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 swore her oath, she respectfully kowtowed three times in front of the camera before standing up.

" "Alright, Master, you can stop recording now." "

Hmm... what's going on now?

" "Master, please proceed with the master-slave confirmation ceremony."

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

"That was just the declaration of witnessing; this is the witnessing 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, and then beckoning to me from the sofa. "Master, I now respectfully request that you enter Xin Nu's lewd body and inject a large amount of your semen into her as a mark. From now on, Xin Nu will be your exclusive slave, belonging only to you, and not a flesh toy to be abused by others." "Damn! No way!

She means I have to film the entire process of having sex with her?!

She... she's my own sister!

Although I've had this thought before, seeing my sister like this now, how can I still have the nerve to do it?

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 was, he was 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 being pierced with spiked shoes, shot with darts, and finally ridden on a wooden horse to death.

"If it weren't for that kind-hearted trainer 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! In order to let my sister return to the world of normal people and stop those beasts from controlling her... After thinking this through, I first went to the front door and pulled down the iron gate, then turned around and took off my clothes. After pressing the record button on the DV, I climbed onto the sofa with complicated feelings and gently kissed my sister's slightly parted pink lips.

The moment our lips met, it felt as if a faint electric current spread rapidly from my lips to my limbs; the tingling pleasure it created 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 through some unknown means, was not only highly skilled in sex but also incredibly 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; she was the one who actively guided me to positions that brought us both immense pleasure.

Especially her incredibly sexy cherry lips, a veritable treasure for drawing out semen; whether it was blowing, sucking, licking, or even the high-difficulty deep-throating technique, she performed them with unparalleled skill. It was as if her mouth was born a divine weapon specifically for giving men oral sex, causing my hard, thick penis to ejaculate uncontrollably in less than three minutes of her mouth.

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

Damn! " It's not that I haven't been with a woman for a long time, but I've never been with a slutty slave like you."

"Hmm...it's been several months, hasn't it?" I answered her insincerely.

"I see. Well then, for the sake of your and your sister-in-law's future happy sex life, Xin Nu will definitely make you 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. Her slender, white hands, following a certain rhythm, played with and caressed my testicles, sometimes lightly, sometimes heavily, sending me soaring to heaven.

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, employing another deadly technique that instantly made my penis hard again—the "Dragon Drill."

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

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

After saying this, she guided my hard, swollen penis to her already wet opening and sat down completely.

"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 started to move her buttocks actively.

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

She's only sixteen years old!

But from her slutty behavior just now to 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 these words were spoken, 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 the lewd and wanton Xin Nu?"

"I 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 doing this solely to please men, like a sex machine only for men to release their pent-up desires."

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

"What should I do..."

This really stumped me.

When I made love with my girlfriend before, although she wasn't as uninhibited or as wanton as Xin Jun, she always brought me a sense of spiritual connection, a perfect harmony, a blissful, almost heavenly pleasure. But when I made love with Xinyun, although I was satisfied with the physical stimulation, I always felt that something was missing... "Master, don't think about it now. Xinnu really wants Master's big cock. Please, Master, fuck me quickly and fuck Xinnu's itchy cunt hard, okay? Master..."

Seeing her unable to resist twisting her hips and seeking pleasure, I suddenly realized!

"Xinnu, no, Xiaoyun... I know why. Stop for a moment!" Seeing that she was still the same and completely ignored my words, I had to use my trump card: "Xinnu, this is an order!"

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

Even so, I saw that her fingers were secretly placed on her gushing cunt, rubbing and stroking it lightly.

"Xin Nu, who gave you permission to masturbate in secret!"

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

This... is this what people in the dark discipline world call the 'ultimate sex slave'?

It's too perverted, too terrifying!

It's undeniable that if this lewd girl, who is currently kneeling at my feet, desperately kowtowing and begging for mercy, had no blood relation to me, I would be overjoyed to have such an obedient sex toy. But... this underage girl in front of me is none other than my own sister!

Xin Yun is right. If her severely distorted and perverted personality is allowed to continue, then she might really do something like this: one day, while walking alone on the street, she suddenly acts like a madwoman, shamelessly stripping naked in front of everyone, inviting strangers to 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 with 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 with my filthy body forever 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 in frustration.

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 I can tell you. If you're not someone from that circle, I can't say, otherwise it would be a major taboo in that world."

Wow!

Isn't this a blatant trap?

—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 saying a word.

Only after the cigarette had burned completely did I stub it out. "Alright, I'll command you as the master."

"But we haven't completed the witnessing ceremony yet..."

Damn it!

Why is she so stubborn!

Fine, fine, let her go to hell after death!

"Okay, let's proceed with the master-slave confirmation ceremony now. However," I looked 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 need you to call me husband for me to have any pleasure during sex, understand?" I couldn't contain my anger and roared at her, clenching my fists.

"Yes, Xin Nu obeys her master."

"Oh my god!" I slapped my forehead in exasperation. "Alright, your master now orders you to call me husband whenever you see me, and I will 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 your 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… this feels so awkward, so embarrassing… Hmm, Master, when Xin Nu called you ‘husband’ just now, I suddenly had a very strange feeling. It felt like… 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, after you lie down, don’t move like a dead fish.” I had no choice but to follow her severely distorted thoughts and give her the order.

“Yes, Master.” As soon as I finished speaking, Xin Nu indeed lay back on the sofa like a dead fish, expressionless.

(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 started to fantasize about exciting scenes from a certain AV. When my limp penis finally managed to stand up, I immediately pressed the record button on the DV camera. Then, without hesitation, I forcefully thrust it into Xinyun's muddy, wet vagina in front of the camera lens.

The moment I thrust it all the way in, the girl beneath me immediately let out a high-decibel 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... Husband... Ah... This shy feeling... is so... so comfortable... Husband... fuck Xin Nu... Xin Nu is 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 lover with whom I shared mutual affection.

With this feeling, I felt I could completely immerse myself in this forbidden love, fully enjoying this sudden pleasure.

I deliberately ignored her request, slowly and deliberately thrusting my lower body in and out of her tight passage, enjoying the sensation of her warm vaginal walls squeezing my hard shaft, while simultaneously suppressing the urge to ejaculate, not wanting to finish too quickly and disappoint her, this "boundless sea of desire" woman, with my "quick-draw" performance.

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

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

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

Looking at the clock on the wall, it had been almost an hour since my penis entered her wet, horny cunt. So, taking advantage of the fact that she had just reached the peak of her orgasm and hadn't yet recovered, I immediately sprinted at top speed, rapidly thrusting 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 a few dozen rapid thrusts, I then thrust all the way in, spraying thick white semen into her warm womb.

As the heavy breathing in the small room gradually subsided into silence, I withdrew my limp penis after ejaculating. Just as I was about to get up to find some toilet paper to wipe the residue off it, Xinyun had already grasped my semi-erect penis and was carefully cleaning it with her tongue.

"Thank you, Master, for bestowing your semen upon this wanton slave, Xinyun." After saying this, Xinyun actually knelt on the sofa and respectfully kowtowed to me in gratitude.

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

"Mmm." 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 pried open her pink, swollen vulva, which was oozing a fishy-smelling white fluid, and said in an incredibly seductive and lewd tone, "Elders and trainers of the dark BDSM world, Xinnu has completed the master-slave recognition ceremony with Master's permission. Look," she

said, digging her fingers into her still-open vulva for a while, finally managing to scoop out a thick glob of white fluid, which she then brought to her mouth, saying, "This is the precious semen that Master Andy bestowed upon Xinnu. Now, Xinnu is going to eat Master's semen. Please, elders and Master Andy, bear witness for Xinnu."

After saying this, she slowly put the semen I had ejaculated into her vulva onto her finger in front of the camera. After sucking a few times, she opened her mouth again and said in a muffled tone, "Please, elders, 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 lewd 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 hard work and dedication in training and cultivating the lewd Xin Nu these past few days, allowing Xin Nu to serve her new master with this filthy body, making him feel fulfilled and happy every day. Xin Nu thanks all the elders and trainers again."

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

"Alright, Master, from now on, Xin Nu will obey all your commands. Please feel free to train Xin Nu 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 uttering a word and realized that she still saw herself as 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 should I do to bring her personality back on track?) Thinking of this, I habitually took out a cigarette from the cigarette case on the table. Before I could even take a lighter, Xin Yun, who was kneeling next to me, had already taken the lighter and lit my cigarette.

“Xin… um… wife, now that we’ve completed the master-slave ritual, shouldn’t you tell your husband everything you know?”

“Yes, Master…”

“Call me husband, or I’ll punish you.” I suddenly slammed my hand on the table and roared at her.

“Ah! I… I’m sorry, Xin Nu…”

“Say it to me, you can’t call yourself Xin Nu anymore, that’s Master’s order! Also, use more human language in the future, don’t always use ‘yes’ as an introductory word. Understand?”

“I… I understand, Xin… I… um… husband, can I wear a mask when I… when I talk to you?”

“Why?”

“If I don’t wear a mask and say these things, I… I feel very… very awkward…”

Hearing this, I couldn’t help

but be stunned. “Then if you don’t wear a mask, do you feel more comfortable calling yourself Xin Nu?”

“Yes.” She actually nodded firmly at me.

“Damn! So can you wear a mask and not wear clothes and wander around the streets?”

Before I finished speaking, Xin Yun’s eyes lit up and she said happily, “Master, can Xin Nu really do that?”

Damn! Just how distorted has her personality become?!

I thought about it for a long time but couldn't come up with a good solution, so I had to take it one step at a time.

"Hmm... never mind, then put on the mask and tell me in a more normal way what that dominatrix said to you?"

Then, I saw the big-breasted girl I often saw in video chats—wearing a pig-head mask and completely naked—finally speak in a normal tone: "Honey, let me tell you, that dominatrix's surname is Xu, his given name is Jiarong, I call him Teacher Jiarong. He told me that to treat 'Stockholm Syndrome Variant Type 2,' the first thing to do is find a kind-hearted person so I can re-establish my master and be re-disciplined. If that person is also a family member, that would be the best choice..." "

So you contacted me?"

"No, actually it was quite a coincidence. I was just leaving messages on various erotic forums, hoping to find a single man with a conscience, but like you said in your message, they were all stinky men who wanted to make girls more lewd. Later, I saw your message, saw the tattoo on your profile picture, and that's when I realized it was you, so I sent you a message..."

"You mean, you already knew I was your brother?"

"Hmm." When Xinyun nodded slightly to me, her body, which had been kneeling upright, surprisingly shifted slightly for a brief moment.

This small physical movement seemed like the kind of shy and uneasy gesture a little girl would make... It seemed that there was still hope for her.

"Now that I'm your master, how should I train you to return to normal?"

"Brother, um... husband, I feel like calling you that makes it less awkward, is that okay?"

"Just don't call me master anymore."

"Okay. Then let me explain the essence of training. Literally, 'training' means adjustment and education. It means the trainer gives verbal, physical, written, etc., instructions, requiring the trainee to act completely according to these instructions. If they succeed, they can be encouraged or rewarded in any form; if they fail, they must be punished so the trainee remembers their mistake and avoids repeating it..."

Listening to her eloquent and incessant explanations of profound knowledge that I didn't quite understand, it was as if she wasn't a submissive sex slave who only obeyed her master's commands and had no self-awareness, but rather a trainer who deeply understood the true essence of training psychology.

I forced myself to stay awake and listened until she finished, when suddenly I noticed a strange problem.

"Wife, since you know so much about these things, why did you come to me? You should seek normal treatment from a reputable psychologist, isn't that the right thing to do?"

"Honey, have you forgotten the master-slave confirmation ceremony we just performed?"

"I remember. If you can find a good brother-in-law because of this, wouldn't that be a wonderful thing?"

"Brother, have you forgotten my age?"

"Oh, sorry, I really did forget. Because your performance just now was really..."

"How was it? Did you like it? Want to do it again?"

"Uh... I really want to, but this mask you're wearing suddenly reminded me of a classic scene from the 'Monkey King' movie series, which makes me completely unable to feel any desire."

"What? Pfft! Hahaha... Oh, I see. So... honey, after I take off the mask, can I call you master again and go back to being Xin Nu? I think that would make us both feel comfortable and happy, okay?"

Could I say no?

And so, my sister and I began our cohabitation life as both slave and wife.

Of course, I also told my parents about finding my sister, but only that she was currently receiving treatment abroad and that I would bring her home once she recovered, asking them not to worry.

During the day, to keep her occupied, I had her answer the phone, schedule client visits, order tattoo equipment, and teach her some basic tattooing knowledge.

At night, besides guiding her to become a normal person, I completely let go and enjoyed the intense sex life she provided.

Finally, my efforts paid off; under my loving and patient guidance, Xinyun's condition gradually improved.

When she spoke to strangers during the day without a mask, she could speak in a normal tone, no longer constantly saying things like "Xinnu this and that," or "Please sit here for a moment, my master will be out soon," etc.

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