The slut in the girls' dormitory

Ying is a first-year high school student at a municipal high school. With beautiful shoulder-length brown hair and a good figure, she is quite fascinated by ballet and naturally became a member of the school dance team. However, while she is usually gentle and cute in front of her classmates, she has a hidden, sensual side when she is alone. At this moment, Ying has just finished her after-school training. She is still wearing her tight-fitting light pink leotard, but she is not wearing a bra underneath. A pair of cute nipples can be vaguely seen on her slightly bulging breasts. Pure white pantyhose and ballet shoes cover her slender legs and toes, further outlining her figure. She is walking alone towards the dormitory. Thinking about what she is going to do next, a blush rises on Ying's face, and she unconsciously quickens her pace.

As Ying wished, the dormitory was empty; it seemed her roommates wouldn't be back anytime soon. She breathed a sigh of relief, gently closing the door. Looking down at the beautiful curves of her breasts and thighs, a surge of desire welled up within her—Ying, with her slightly masochistic tendencies, had deliberately gone braless today. After a day of intentional and unintentional rubbing, her body was already feeling restless. She glanced around, making sure no one was there, then carefully opened her storage box, removing the top few pieces of clothing to reveal a box stuffed full of various stockings and stockings, along with numerous sex toys. The outwardly innocent Ying secretly enjoyed masturbating to satisfy herself, and also had a strange stocking fetish, deeply craving the feeling of being enveloped and touched by such fabrics.

Ying picked out a pair of flesh-colored, sheer stockings, held them in her hands, and felt their smooth, soft texture. Her eyes were a little glazed over. She swallowed hard, opened the top of the stockings, and put them on her hands. Then, she couldn't wait to squat down, open her legs, and pull her workout clothes to one side. The pantyhose she had cut a large hole in before revealed her smooth, pink mons pubis. Ying breathed heavily, caressing her already empty body with her stockinged fingers. She quickly became immersed in it, letting out soft, seductive moans.

Just as Ying's eyes were glazed over, and she was about to insert her fingers deeper, the dormitory door was suddenly pushed open, and a teasing voice came from inside, "Hey, Ying's screams can be heard from far away, huh?" A tall girl with a black ponytail appeared in the doorway, wearing a clean and neat school uniform, a white shirt with a pretty bow tie, a plain checkered skirt with black tights, and small shoes on her dainty feet. A playful smile, as if she had seen prey fall into a trap, was on her face as she looked down at Ying, who was squatting on the ground in a daze. Her name was Aya, Ying's class monitor and roommate. Ever since she accidentally peeked into Ying's locker, Aya, who had yuri tendencies and was also a sadist, had been coveting the cute Ying for a long time, trying every means to get her body. So she had been waiting for an opportunity to catch Ying red-handed, and today she finally caught her in the act.

Behind Aya stood a girl named Akiha, not Ying's roommate. Akiha had an unusual dark red ponytail, wore a Gothic dress adorned with intricate black patterns, and dark Mary Jane shoes. Her rounded legs were encased in white lace stockings that went slightly past her knees. Despite her petite stature, she looked like a child of about ten. Akiha was Ying's classmate. Because of her unusual attire and her bullying nature, she was generally ostracized in class. Aside from Aya, the class monitor, few people would actively interact with her. Naturally, she soon became Aya's follower. As time passed, she grew jealous of Ying's popularity and became obsessed with her. Therefore, when she learned of Aya's plan, she relentlessly pursued her. At that moment, Akiha was smugly observing Ying, already planning how to bully her.

Ying's hand froze, her stockings already stained with glistening liquid. The sudden stop left her feeling empty, but that was a minor matter—her roommate had seen her in such a lewd state. This fact caused Ying's mind to go blank, her face filled with panic. She wanted to say something in her defense, but in her current state, any words seemed utterly inadequate. If this got out, Ying's image as a good student would undoubtedly be ruined, and she would be too ashamed to face anyone. She could only plead in a low voice, "Waaah... Caizhi, please, don't tell anyone. I... I just acted impulsively..." Her voice grew softer and softer, becoming almost inaudible. "Please don't tell anyone, please... If you promise, I'll do anything..."

"Haha... just a momentary impulse? I don't think so. Just admit you're a pervert!" Before Aya could speak, Akiha laughed gleefully, only to be immediately tapped on the forehead by Aya. "Shut up!" He awkwardly stepped aside. Aya smiled gently and walked up to Ying. "Don't worry, I certainly won't spread this. I love Ying like a little bitch..."

Ying, called a bitch by Aya, blushed deeply. She had just come to her senses and tightly closed her legs, but collapsed to her knees due to exhaustion. Just as she was about to express her gratitude, Aya said with a smile, "However, only if Ying agrees to let me train her properly will what I said earlier count, okay? Anyway, you'll feel very comfortable because of this, so why refuse?" Ying

's eyes widened. "Train her? How do I do it..." With a mild masochistic streak, she wasn't against this kind of thing; in fact, she was somewhat looking forward to it, but she was too shy to say yes.

“Let me think,” Ayori said, feigning deep thought, though she already had a plan in mind. “From now on, you’ll call me Master in the dorm. As for Ying… well, she’s just a slutty, stocking-fetish bitch. You can play with her as you please, okay?” Each dorm room housed three people, and Keiko, whom Ayori described as Ying’s close friend, hadn’t returned yet.

“This—I don’t want Keiko to know…” Ying pleaded softly, on the verge of tears. “I’ll let Ayori do as she pleases, but please don’t tell her…”

“Oh? It seems Ying would rather the whole grade know than just her?” Ayori maintained her smile and gentle tone, but her words were full of threat. Ying’s mouth gaped open, and after a moment, she lowered her head. “I… I promise… Master…” Her face burned as she spoke, tears streaming down her cheeks.

“Very good, very good,” Aya walked to her bedside, took out a collar she had prepared beforehand from the drawer, and neatly wrote “Sock-Fond Bitch” on the paper label with a black marker. Then she tossed it to Ying. “Put it on yourself. You don’t need me to teach you, do you? You always secretly wear these things anyway…” A smirk played on her lips as she stared at Ying with amusement.

Ying was too ashamed to speak. She picked up the collar in front of her, dazed, and skillfully fastened it around her snow-white neck, maintaining her kneeling posture. “Master, I, I’ve put it on…” she stammered, trying to please Aya.

“Very good. Now say it out loud, what is Ying?” Aya walked up to Ying and stroked her head like she was petting a pet.

“Ying… Ying is a slutty sock-feeding bitch…!” Ying obediently shouted, her neck flushed with shame, yet she felt a strange pleasure from Aya’s touch, a dazed expression on her face.

"Hmm, then we need to give this cute little bitch a reward. Stick your ass out!" Aya ordered her, while Akiha, grinning wickedly, picked up a ruler and walked behind Ying. Ying trembled slightly with fear, but dared not disobey, so she did as she was told. Then, with a crisp crack, Ying's ass was mercilessly whipped. Akiha mocked her as if venting her resentment and dissatisfaction, "I never thought you, who usually acted like such a good student, would be so lewd. How does it feel to have your ass whipped?"

"Ugh...it hurts..." Ying whimpered softly, her body twisting involuntarily, as if she was about to cry. "But...I really like it...thank you, Master, for whipping this bitch's lowly ass..." She said these insincere words, trying to satisfy Akiha's sadistic desires.

"Since Ying likes it so much, you should reward her properly," Aya winked at Akiha, "but don't be too rough, okay?" Although she wanted to bully Ying, she didn't want to leave any real marks on Ying's body.

"Okay, I understand," Qiuye chuckled. "You lowly dog, hurry up and thank your master!" With that, she raised her arm high and began slapping Ying's buttocks with both hands. Although there was a layer of pantyhose between them, such thin fabric could not provide any protection. Ying's cries of pain mixed with the sound of the whipping echoed in the dormitory. "Ohhhhh--thank you, thank you master, ugh..." Tears welled up in her eyes as she tensed up and endured the pain, not daring to displease Qiuye in any way.

Ying's appearance only excited Qiu Ye more, who swung the ruler even more fiercely, enjoying her cries, until his arm ached a little. Only then did he reluctantly throw away the ruler, and, still unsatisfied, he started slapping Ying's buttocks with his palm. "Scream, scream like a dog!"

"Woof, woof--woof!" Ying felt a constant burning pain in her buttocks, her body trembling from the pain. Tears streamed down her cheeks, which looked as if they could bleed. She put on an extremely submissive look, tilted her head back, and tried to smile.

“Alright, that’s enough,” Aya stopped Akiha’s sadistic behavior. “It hurts to get a spanking, doesn’t it?” Looking down at Ying, whose face was streaked with tears, she still had a smile on her face and gently stroked her hair. “If you don’t behave in the future, you’ll get this treatment, remember?”

“Mmm!” Ying nodded repeatedly, breathing heavily. “I… this bitch will definitely listen to Master, please don’t worry, Master…”

“Very good. Now take off your clothes! You don’t need to take off your shoes and socks yet.” Aya seemed very satisfied, released her hand, and gave her first command.

"Ugh... I understand, bitch," Ying didn't dare to delay. Even though she was very resistant inside, she immediately straightened up, unzipped her training clothes, and quickly took them off. Her upper body was now completely naked. Although her chest wasn't particularly full, her breasts were still quite plump and endearing, with two rosy nipples that were already erect. Her already slightly moist and smooth vulva was also completely exposed. Ying couldn't help but feel ashamed and squeezed her legs together. She immediately received a light slap. "Spread your legs! Bitches have no right to cover their bodies!" Cai Zhi changed her previous gentle tone and commanded in an unyielding manner.

"Yes, I'm sorry!" Ying quickly spread her legs, which were still kneeling on the ground, suppressing her shame. "Please, Master, admire this bitch's body..."

"Hmph," Aya snorted coldly, bending down to examine Ying's lovely breasts, which she had long wanted to peek at. She stretched out her index finger and flicked Ying's engorged and erect left nipple. "Is Ying very excited? Her nipples are so hard... You're such a pervert, aren't you?" She smiled playfully. "You often secretly play with these by yourself, don't you? I've caught you several times..." As she spoke, she reached out her other hand and began to tease Ying's right breast. "This side is just as sensitive..."

Although Aya was just saying it casually and had never actually seen it, Ying, who had indeed done such a thing, immediately believed it. Shame burned her mind, making her unable to speak clearly. "I, Ying... Ying is a slutty bitch... I like being played with, it feels good..." Her body twisted slightly, enduring the tidal wave of tingling pleasure coming from her chest, her eyes somewhat dazed.

“Then she’ll have to be punished properly,” Aya’s lips curled up as she grabbed Ying’s nipples with her index fingers and thumbs, kneading, twisting, and pulling them vigorously until Ying couldn’t help but open her mouth wide and cry out in pain. Only then did she reluctantly release her, take a step back, kick off her right shoe, and then stretch out her jade-like foot, tightly wrapped in pantyhose, in front of Ying. She touched the nameplate on Ying’s collar with her toe and gently licked her lips. “You’re quite obedient. Well then, since Ying is a perverted bitch who only likes socks, your master will be merciful and reward you with my socks. Use your little mouth to give me a good massage!”

"Mmm, gurgle, ooh--" Ying obediently lowered her head and kissed Aya's feet, then took her round toes into her mouth and licked and sucked them with relish. Smelling Aya's body fragrance mixed with a little sweat, she became more and more immersed in her identity as a "sock fetishist bitch". Her previous shyness and resistance had disappeared. She seriously tasted the socks that were stained with Aya's sweat.

Ayako squinted, enjoying the comfort on her feet, a sense of satisfying conquest rising within her. Just as she was about to praise the obedient Ying, the dormitory door suddenly opened, and a tall, uniformed girl, oblivious to her surroundings, pushed the door open and entered. Her brown, shoulder-length curly hair was pulled back, and she dressed similarly to Ayako, with white bubble socks piled on her ankles. She smiled, "Ying, I'm back...?" Upon seeing the scene before her, the smile on her face froze as if petrified, quickly turning into a blush. Her lips twitched slightly, "What...what are you doing?!" Her eyes widened as she stared at Ying, who was kneeling naked on the ground, licking Ayako's feet with a fascinated expression. Her mind seemed to freeze. This was Keiko, whom Ayako had mentioned earlier, and she was now somewhat at a loss, terrified by her friend's lewd appearance.

Aya turned to greet her, "Hmm, you're back pretty early," while pulling her foot out and rubbing it against Hotaru's face. "Want to play together?"

"What are you doing, you bastard? Let her go!" Keiko was stunned for a moment, then frowned, half embarrassed and half annoyed, "Why are you treating Hotaru like this?"

"Don't be so angry. It was entirely her own choice..." Aya still had a smile on her face, continuing to rub Hotaru's face with her drool-covered foot, pretending to be aggrieved as she softly said, "Hotaru, why don't you explain it yourself? Or do you want me to 'explain' it?"

"Waaah..." Ying felt a chill run through her as she was humiliated in front of her best friend. She understood Aya's meaning; if she didn't cooperate, Aya would surely tell many people about her secret masturbation. "Forgive me..." she silently prayed, forcing a smile as she looked at Keiko. "Yes, yes, don't blame Aya, I asked them to do this... I... I'm actually a lewd pervert, a stocking fetishist. Because masturbation no longer satisfied me, that's why I... begged her..." Though she maintained her smile, tears streamed unknowingly from the corners of her eyes. "Keiko, please... play with me as you please. I... I'm really looking forward to it."

"--!" Keiko's mouth gaped open, her face turning even redder. "You... what nonsense are you talking about? This kind of thing..." The words of refusal stuck in her throat, and she couldn't get them out. In their daily interactions, Keiko had unknowingly developed some strange feelings for the lovely Ying, and the thought of touching her body was definitely not new—she had just been too embarrassed to say it. But now, Ying was begging her to do this, naked and pleading with her. How could she bear to refuse? However, Keiko still maintained a sliver of rationality. "Ying, is it really... your choice?" she asked quite earnestly.

“Don’t worry,” Aya smiled and pulled her foot back, pointing to Ying’s storage box next to her. “Take a look for yourself and see what this little bitch has secretly hidden.”

Keiko swallowed and went over to inspect it briefly. The various kinds of sex toys under the different socks made her blush, and her expression became a little strange. She looked at Ying with complicated eyes, “I didn’t expect you to…” Her lips twitched, and she didn’t know what to say.

"Ying, you often secretly masturbate, don't you?" Aya raised her eyebrows, speaking with absolute certainty despite not having witnessed it herself. Looking at Ying's slightly trembling body, she became even more convinced of her guess. "Since your lewd nature has been exposed, why don't you show us now? How do you usually use socks to bring yourself to orgasm?"

"Mmm-hmm!" Ying nodded quickly, but dared not stand up. She crawled on all fours to her locker, grabbing a handful of socks without hesitation. Then, slightly straightening up, under the gaze of the three, she first haphazardly slipped several pairs of stockings onto her feet, covering them completely. Then she carefully put the remaining stockings on her hands, but there were still two pairs left. Just as she was wondering what to do, she heard Aya's teasing voice, "Why don't you just carry them like a dog?"

"Ugh--Ugh?" Ying obediently did as she was told, putting the last two pairs of socks in her mouth. Just as she was about to reach for her genitals and breasts, Aya stopped her. "The position I saw earlier wasn't like this, you know? Squat down, open your legs, and let Keiko have a good look at your cunt! Oh, and don't touch your slutty nipples. We'll satisfy you properly later."

Ying immediately scrambled to her feet, squatted on the ground, and spread her still slightly trembling legs wide, exposing her pink mons pubis, which was dripping with love fluid, to the three men. The whipping and humiliation she had just endured had aroused her masochistic nature considerably. The coolness and shame of contact with the air made Ying shiver. She took a deep breath, used her left hand to pull open her labia, and then, through several layers of stockings, used her right fingertips to tease her vulva and clitoris. The smooth, soft touch made Ying moan softly in pleasure. In just a moment, the surface of the stockings was soaked with her love fluid, glistening under the dim light of the dormitory. A look of ecstasy appeared on Ying's face. Although she had initially moved her hands only slightly out of shyness, she quickly became completely immersed in it, and her slightly lewd moans grew louder and louder.

Keiko, standing a short distance away, gently covered her mouth, her eyes glued to Ying's movements, breathing heavily. A strange, inexplicable urge stirred within her; she wanted to do something to the adorable Ying. Akiba, however, simply crossed her arms, watching with a mocking expression the usual model student, now a wanton sock-fetishist, masturbating. Beside her, Aya, noticing Keiko's desire, egged her on, "Do whatever you want! Look, Ying seems to be enjoying it, doesn't she?" She then bent down behind Ying, breathing into her ear, while simultaneously grasping and kneading her engorged nipples, feeling Ying's trembling body. "Is it that good? You filthy thing," she said, pinching Ying's increasingly sensitive nipples with her fingernails.

"Ugh...ugh...ugh..." Ying, with a sock in her mouth, couldn't speak, only nodding frantically, saliva dripping from her lips onto her chest.

Aya released Hotaru's breasts, a smile on her face, looking at Keiko who was still hesitating. "You see, this kind of thing only makes her enjoy it... So, as Hotaru's good friend, why don't you help her out?" She blinked, speaking with a slightly teasing tone.

"...This," Keiko pursed her lips, a complex light in her eyes. Although she wanted to touch Hotaru's body, she couldn't bear to humiliate her like this. Hotaru looked at her with hazy eyes, biting the sock in her mouth, trying to smile, and nodded slightly. Keiko finally couldn't suppress her impulse, quickly walking up to Hotaru, bending down to play with her breasts, feeling the warm and elastic touch in her hands, her face flushed, "Hotaru's... here is so cute..."

"Ugh, ugh?" Ying moaned in ecstasy, her hands unconsciously slowing down. Aya slapped her buttocks immediately. "Don't stop! If you don't climax within five minutes, your ass will be in for a world of hurt!" She scolded her half-jokingly, and Ying hurriedly nodded. To avoid further punishment, she masturbated even more earnestly. Her left hand, with its stockinged fingertips, quickly rubbed her clitoris, while her right hand simply joined her fingers together and inserted them into her already overflowing vagina. The delicate texture of the stockings gave Ying an electric, tingling pleasure, and her legs trembled slightly as she squatted on the ground. With Keiko's caresses and her own movements, she soon reached the edge of climax, her eyes widening as she moaned, "Hoo, ugh, ugh, ugh!" Yet, a hint of shyness lingered; she didn't want to appear foolish in front of the three of them, and tried her best to endure it. Aya noticed Ying's thoughts and slapped her buttocks hard again, making Ying's flushed buttocks tremble uncontrollably. "Almost five minutes left?"

"Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh?" Under this sudden stimulation, Ying finally lost control of herself, her body stiffening and trembling. A stream of clear, viscous love fluid spurted out, splashing onto Huizi's calves before she could dodge. Huizi, however, didn't seem to mind. She simply imitated Aya's earlier actions, grabbing Ying's still-erect nipples and twisting and pulling them. "Ying really is a pervert..." she muttered softly, a strange excitement rising in her heart—it will definitely be very interesting later, right?

Under her caresses, Ying couldn't help but let out lewd moans. The sock in her mouth fell to the ground, and Aya immediately slapped her buttocks again. "Did I tell you to let go, you slut? Do you want to be punished that much?" She swung her arms left and right, the crisp sound of the slaps echoing in the dormitory. Ying trembled from the pain but dared not dodge, maintaining her squatting position. "Oh, oh, oh, oh—this bitch knows she was wrong, please, master, spare this bitch..." she begged with a sob.

"Is it enough that you know you're wrong? Hmm?" Ayori didn't stop there. With a stern face, she reprimanded in a cold voice, "Tell me yourself, what are you going to do if you do something wrong?"

"Ugh--Please, please punish this slutty bitch, Master!" Ying straightened her body and shouted, abandoning all dignity. She felt her buttocks swelling and aching. Tears welled up in her eyes from shame and pain. She tilted her head slightly, looking at Keiko with pitiful eyes, hoping that Keiko would plead for her.

"...Alright, alright, that's enough," Keiko couldn't bear to let Ayori continue to punish Ying and stopped her. So Ayori stood up. "In that case, let's try a different method." After thinking for a moment, "Since Ying secretly hid so many toys, let's use those to punish her, shall we? That should be what she wants, right?" Smiling at Keiko, Keiko couldn't think of any other excuse to refuse, so she silently nodded in agreement—this method was much gentler than whipping.

Ying seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, her legs went weak, and she collapsed to her knees, head bowed, panting heavily. Caizhi didn't even bother to put on her shoes, but walked over to Ying's storage box and began rummaging through it. After a moment, she retrieved a large bundle of stockings, four remote-controlled vibrators and tape, and a thick vibrator. Smiling, she walked to Ying's side. "Hmm, perhaps this is more of a reward for you? You filthy stocking-fetish bitch..." she teased, then reached out and pried open Ying's chin, first stuffing a long stocking into her mouth, then lightly slapping her twice. "How does it feel? You really look like a dog..." "

Ugh, uh-huh?" Ying ignored the dull pain on her face, obediently nodding. Despite being humiliated like this, her masochistic nature only fueled her excitement.

Aya pulled Ying's arms behind her back and bound them together, using a twisted stocking as a rope to tie Ying's upper arms, elbows, and wrists, preventing her from struggling. Then she kicked Ying to the ground, folded her legs together, and used the stocking to wrap around her ankles and thighs, forcing Ying to maintain an M-shaped leg-spread position. After these preparations, Aya squatted down and gently stroked Ying's vulva, which was still dripping with love juice, and looked at her with narrowed eyes. "What a slutty little hole. Don't you want to be punished properly?"

"Ugh--?" Ying's body trembled slightly with excitement and shyness. Looking at the vibrator in Aya's hand, her eyes became more and more hazy.

"Hmph, then I'll satisfy you, you slut," Ayako first inserted two vibrating eggs into Ying's vagina and anus respectively. "I didn't expect it to be so tight here. Ying often uses it to masturbate..." She humiliated and teased her, admiring Ying's lovely blushing face. She chuckled and turned on the vibrator, waving it in front of her eyes, and then mercilessly inserted it all the way into Ying's lower body, pushing the vibrator directly into her uterus. "Oh dear, the force seems a bit too strong... But Ying actually feels very comfortable, right?" Ayako stroked the lower part of Ying's flat and smooth abdomen, pressing down slightly to make the vibrator and Ying's sensitive flesh walls make even closer contact. Ying couldn't help but let out a whimper mixed with pain and coquettishness, "Ohhhhhh--" She struggled instinctively, but her limbs were tightly restrained by the stockings and she couldn't move. Her mouth was also stuffed full, and she could only breathe lightly through her nose. Her heaving chest rose and fell with her breath.

"Hmm, and your rather meager breasts..." Aya lay on top of Hotaru, opening her mouth to lick and suckle her rosy, erect nipples, savoring the girl's milky fragrance, occasionally biting them lightly with her teeth. "Gurgle, mmm--hmm, not bad at all," she teased Hotaru's nipples with her fingers for a while, making them even harder, before securing the other two vibrating eggs firmly with tape, and then turning them all on at the same time—"Ugh--?" Hotaru felt a tidal wave of tingling pleasure coming from her already sensitive nipples and vagina, her mind went blank, her body stiffened and trembled on the ground, constantly emitting somewhat lewd moans.

Aya stood up, extending her right foot to stomp on Ying's fair breasts, while simultaneously taking out her phone from her uniform pocket to start filming. "I really want you to see yourself looking so lewd... Hey, look at the camera properly, smile a little, don't look like a complete bitch!" As she spoke, she teased Ying's breasts with her toes. Akiba and Keiko, standing nearby, also took out their phones, their faces adorned with strange smiles. "Ying, you'd better behave from now on, okay? Otherwise... hehe..." Keiko blushed, though she certainly wouldn't spread this around, she still spoke in a threatening tone; Akiba, on the other hand, was already plotting how to ruin Ying's reputation, who was usually glamorous but had now been reduced to a bitch, and sneered, "Posting your current appearance on some websites would definitely be very popular, wouldn't it?"

"Waaaaah--!" Ying shook her head in fear, her eyes filled with terror.

"Hmph, as long as you behave well as everyone's little bitch, that kind of thing won't happen, okay?" Aya continued to squeeze Hotaru's breasts with her soles. "Come on, have an orgasm in front of the camera, okay? Holding back will be hard, you know?"

"Mmm?" Hotaru felt the pressure on her chest and the increasingly intense pleasure in her body. Her eyes rolled back, and she was on the verge of endurance, but she still didn't want her lewd appearance to be recorded like this, making a futile effort to resist.

"What, you don't want to?" Aya pouted and stepped on Hotaru's nose with her toes. "Here, I'll give you your favorite thing. Hurry up and thank your master, okay?"

"Oh, oh, oh, oh--?" Hotaru smelled the scent of Aya's body fragrance on her socks and finally couldn't hold back any longer. She convulsed and orgasmed. Sweet and fishy-smelling vaginal fluid gushed out from the gap between her vagina and the vibrator, staining a patch of the floor. Of course, the whole process was recorded by the three of them without reservation. Ying stared blankly at the ceiling, contemplating her foreseeable future. Tears welled in her eyes, her chest heaved, and a low moan escaped her throat.

"That's more in line with your identity," Caizhi chuckled, removing her foot and putting away her phone. "Looks like Ying hasn't adapted to her new identity yet. She needs some proper training..." With that, she pulled the saliva-soaked cloth from Ying's mouth, flipped her over, and forced her face to a puddle on the floor. "Clean up your filthy fluids like a dog!" she commanded defiantly. Ying lay panting on the cool floor, obediently sticking out her tongue and quickly licking the fluids clean.

“Good, then we should reward this obedient little bitch,” Aya walked to the side, opened her wardrobe, pulled out a silk sleeping bag, and gestured to Akiha beside her. Then the two of them lifted Hotaru up and stuffed her, who was restrained and unable to move, into the bag, leaving only her head sticking out. Aya tied the sleeping bag tightly, then picked up the stocking and used it to gag Hotaru’s mouth again, gently stroking her hair. “You’ll rest here tonight. If you behave well in the future, you’ll be allowed to sleep in the bed, okay?”

"Ugh--?" Ying was stunned for a moment, then was thrown into the wardrobe. As the wardrobe door closed tightly, everything went dark, and everything around her seemed to recede into a dim and silent void. In this environment, her body became increasingly sensitive. All she could feel was the soreness in her limbs and the constant pleasure emanating from her nipples and her two orifices. She wanted to beg for mercy, to moan, but her tightly gagged mouth couldn't utter a sound. Even the faint whimpers she managed to let out wouldn't reach the outside. Under this stimulation, she soon trembled all over and reached another climax. Ying's consciousness gradually blurred, and shame and resentment had already... All traces of pleasure vanished, leaving only the pursuit of ecstasy and lust. Breathing lightly, she completely unleashed her true nature in the darkness, wholeheartedly accepting her new identity as a bitch, giving up the struggle, and enjoying the pleasure of being restrained by stockings and experiencing repeated orgasms...

Time passed, and Ying reached her physical limit with each orgasm, almost falling asleep from exhaustion, yet a blissful smile appeared on her face—"Ah, I'm such a pervert... But this feels so good..."

the fallen girl murmured in her heart, vaguely anticipating tomorrow—"Masters, please train me quickly!"

[The End]

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