Shameful Contract

It was a cheerful day.

But Liang's mood was anything but cheerful.

To his utter surprise, his ex-girlfriend Lan, whom he'd known for years, had also come to the company, now serving as the general manager's secretary.

It wasn't until he was forced to sign a two-year contract that he learned this secretary was his ex-girlfriend, Lan.

What a twist of fate!

Lan was beautiful, but her flirtatious, restless, and self-assured behavior always repulsed Liang's introverted nature.

After sleeping with her twice, Liang abandoned her without a word, graduating from a prestigious university and finding a job in another city.

Now he was a department head, with a decent salary. The company's general manager, a Japanese man named Oda Jiro, admired him greatly. However, recently, Oda Jiro returned to Japan, and the new general manager, Honzo, had assigned him four or five tasks in a row, which Liang hadn't completed well, putting him at risk of being fired. Damn it

, that Japanese devil was deliberately picking a fight.

Everyone was gossiping about his relationship with the secretary, nicknamed "Shadow Girl," who had come with him; rumors circulated that she was a Chinese woman who had become a Japanese citizen.

It was that brat messing with Liang. No way, he'd only met her a few times, and while she never smiled at Liang, she treated everyone else the same way.

But he could see a hint of disdain in her eyes.

What the hell could she do to him? But the general manager's attitude worried him. Jobs were hard to find these days; if he got fired, he'd be homeless again.

He'd earned some money these past few years, but buying the two-story duplex had cost him a fortune, and the company hadn't finished paying off the bank loan, meaning he hadn't even finalized his future wife's identity.

Yesterday afternoon, Secretary Ying called, asking Liang to come to her office. When Liang entered, she didn't even look up, her legs crossed under the large desk, her red high heels swaying back and forth. Secretary

Ying said, "Your recent work has been very poor. The general manager is very dissatisfied. Take this report back and rewrite it. It's due at 10 a.m. tomorrow."

She casually threw it on the floor.

What kind of attitude was that? Just a secretary, a prostitute.

That's what he thought, but he didn't say it aloud.

"Being subordinate to others means accepting whatever comes your way."

Walking out of Secretary Ying's office, Liang suddenly felt she resembled his ex-girlfriend, Lan. "No way," he thought, "what a coincidence! Besides, Lan doesn't have Secretary Ying's elegant air." "

There are plenty of women who look alike," he thought. "It can't be her, please, please don't let it be her.

" He'd worked all night, his eyes bloodshot.

Just one sentence from this woman had kept him awake all night.

At 10 a.m., Liang knocked on Secretary Ying's office door. He heard a "Come in."

He pushed the door open and was stunned.

There stood the Honda general manager, dressed in a suit, kneeling on the floor, licking Secretary Ying's feet.

Secretary Ying's foot, clad in a red high heel, was resting on the shoulder of the Ben San general manager. Secretary

Ying had one hand on her chest and the other holding a lit cigarette.

Liang stood there, bewildered.

Ben San didn't stand up when Liang entered, continuing to lick Secretary Ying's feet.

Liang quickly said, "I've come to the wrong place," and turned to leave, only to hear Secretary Ying's sharp voice, "Stop!"

Liang had no choice but to turn around.

Secretary Ying flicked her cigarette butt and nudged Ben San's head with her high heel, which was draped over his shoulder, saying, "General Manager, you should rest."

General Manager Ben San stood up, didn't glance at Liang, bowed to Ying, and said, "Yes," before going into the inner room. Secretary

Ying crossed her bare foot over her other leg and said, "Minister Liang, are you finished writing?" Liang quickly stepped forward, handing her the paper with both hands, saying, "I'm finished."

Secretary Ying took it and casually tossed it aside, asking, "What did you see just now?" "Nothing, nothing at all."

"Is that so?" "Then your writing is substandard."

"This? You haven't even looked at it yet." "

No need to look. I said it's substandard, and that's it. You can get out now."

"This, Secretary Ying, my writing is substandard. I'll rewrite it."

Secretary Ying didn't answer directly, but looked at her red high heels and said, "Did the General Manager forget to put shoes on me?" Secretary

Ying looked up at Liang and continued, "Yes, I'll ask the General Manager to put them on for me."

Liang quickly said, "No need, Secretary Ying, I'll put them on for you."

Liang thought, "What time is it? Forget about putting on shoes, I have to do whatever she wants."

Liang knelt down, picked up the red high heels to put them on for her, but Secretary Ying stepped on his head with her other foot and said, "Minister Liang, don't you really recognize me?" This reminded Liang, "This is Lan. Please, it can't be her, but it is."

Liang looked up and said, "You're Lan."

Secretary Ying laughed loudly, "Didn't expect this, you dog, to fall into my hands one day.

So, you changed your name?" "Yes, my name is Japanese, Ying Shuanghui, not Lan."

Liang was about to say "Lan" when Secretary Ying slapped him across the face, saying, "My name isn't Lan, it's Ying Shuanghui." "

It's Secretary Ying.

" Liang hurriedly said, "I'm sorry.

I'm sorry. Do you

regret it? Is there a medicine for regret?" "Hmm."

Ying grabbed Liang's face with her hand and said, "Do you still want to leave?" "No, I don't." "

Hmm, leaving is easy, but pay back the loan the company took out for you.

If you can't pay it back, I'll take back your duplex, and I'll make you a modern eunuch."

Liang, head bowed, said, "Secretary Ying, please don't do this. Then I

'll have nothing left." "But there are conditions." "

I'll agree to any conditions." "

Okay," Secretary Ying said, pulling a piece of paper from her briefcase on the sofa and throwing it on the floor. "Sign it," she said. "This is a two-year contract ."

Liang picked it up and looked at it.

Secretary Ying lit another cigarette.

Good heavens, this wasn't a contract for living together; it was a two-year indenture.

The contract stated: Liang must compensate Ying Shuanghui for the loss of his virginity with 2 million RMB in cash.

If he cannot afford this, he must obey Ying Shuanghui's every arrangement for the next two years.

Specific terms are as follows: 1. He is not allowed to have relationships with any woman other than Ying Shuanghui for two years, except for those introduced by Ying Shuanghui; 2. His salary and other bonuses for the next two years will be taken by Ying Shuanghui, and Liang is not allowed to take a single penny; 3.

The existing duplex will be managed and occupied by Ying Shuanghui. If Liang wants to live there, he must obtain Ying Shuanghui's consent, and Ying Shuanghui has the right to evict him at any time; 4. Ying Shuanghui has the right to control Liang at any time and in any place, and the right to beat and scold Liang at will; 5. Liang shall serve Ying Shuanghui's daily life and all her needs for two years, and shall not make any demands; 6. Liang shall crawl on his knees in all activities in the residence, and shall not stand or walk unless Ying Shuanghui agrees; 7. Liang shall only speak to Ying Shuanghui and agree to her; 8. Ying Shuanghui may give Liang a certain amount of bonus according to his performance, but he shall not ask for it; 9. Liang's food and drink shall be designated by Ying Shuanghui; 10. If Liang fulfills the above terms, Ying Shuanghui will not pursue double compensation and will give him a bonus equal to double the amount.

Liang held the contract with trembling hands. What kind of contract was this? This was a two-year indenture.

This was worse than being a slave.

Seeing Liang trembling again, Secretary Ying said, "You don't have to sign, but I will have you castrated and made into a modern eunuch.

If you agree, I will give you a bonus of 2 million."

Large beads of sweat streamed down Liang's face. He thought, "Secretary Ying's words are achievable. 100,000 yuan is needed for one person's head now, let alone 2 million.

" Liang thought, "At least there's a 2 million yuan bonus in two years."

Tears streaming down his face, Liang reluctantly signed the papers.

Secretary Ying said, "Open your mouth."

Liang opened his mouth, and Ying flicked cigarette ash into it, saying, "Don't look so pathetic. Wipe your tears with your socks, you dog slave. If only you knew this would happen."

Liang wiped his tears with the socks Ying had thrown on the ground.

Ying said, "Prepare a new bed for me, and get some red wine and sausages. I'll go to the duplex tonight.

" "Get out,"

Liang said, getting up and leaving.

The third general manager came out, knelt down, and said, "Thank you, Secretary Ying."

Secretary Ying said, "Hmph, you slut, you're happy buying a slave for your thieving wife, but you don't dare leave that Japanese slut."

"Yes, no, there's no way. If we leave her, we'll have to get out of this company."

"Hmph, you useless dog!" Liang returned to the duplex and paced back and forth on the stairs.

Secretary Ying was coming tonight; how was he going to serve her properly?

He feared her coming, yet he also longed for her to come. His life for the next two years was in her hands.

"Fine," he thought, "after two years, I'll be free again."

But would she honor the contract and let him go? Secretary Ying arrived.

She wore a white suit, red high heels, her hair half-up and half-down, and carried a black leather bag.

She was truly beautiful, far more elegant than Lan had been a few years ago. Women are indeed fickle.

Liang thought, "With this aristocratic air, two years of being her slave would be worth it."

Liang knelt down to help her change into slippers, but Secretary Ying went straight into the room.

Seeing Liang following her, she stopped, glared at him, and slapped him across the face, cursing, "You ungrateful dog!"

Liang then realized he was truly becoming her dog and quickly knelt down.

Secretary Ying turned and went upstairs, and Liang followed her.

Ying stood before the large window upstairs, casually pulling back the curtains, letting in the bright sunlight streaming in.

Liang, kneeling, looked up at Ying.

Ying said, "No wonder you're an architecture student, you know how to choose a place.

Look how beautiful it is outside.

" Ying then opened the balcony door and went inside, looking around. Seeing that Liang hadn't followed, she asked, "Why didn't you climb in?"

Ah, was he afraid of being seen? Ying's secretary was right. Liang often spied on the young woman in the three-story villa across the street. He'd found out she was a mistress kept by a wealthy Hong Kong businessman.

They often exchanged glances, and sometimes the young woman would quickly go back inside, seemingly annoyed by his peeping.

Ying's secretary was on the balcony today; the young woman would definitely see her, but what could he do?

Ying's secretary said, "Let's drink on the balcony."

Ying sat on a soft chair Liang had brought her, crossing her legs.

Liang had no choice but to kneel down.

A gentle evening breeze stirred, lifting Ying's hair.

Every woman looks beautiful at night, and with the flickering light from the balcony and the neon lights of the nearby department stores and nightclubs, Secretary Ying appears even more stunning.

The city's night view is beautiful, or so Ying says.

"Yes, truly beautiful,"

Liang responds.

But Secretary Ying lifts his chin and asks, "Is your memory bad? From now on, you can only answer with one word: you bastard."

"Yes."

Ying drapes her legs over Liang's shoulders, takes a sip of her red wine, and gazes into the distance.

She then takes out a packet of perfume from her bag, lights it, and takes a deep drag.

She lightly rubs Liang's face with the sole of her red high heel and says, "Unexpected, isn't it? Your former Lan has become the Japanese Ying Shuanghui."

"Yes."

"Do you regret it? Yes." "

But there's no medicine for regret."

"Yes."

Ying shoves the pointed toe of her red high heel into Liang's mouth and says, "This is the price you pay for sleeping with me twice. Was it worth it?" "Yes."

Ying took another sip of red wine, put her legs down, bent over, lifted Liang's chin with her hand, and spat in his face, saying, "You dog slave, at least you have some sense and signed the contract, otherwise you would have become a modern eunuch."

"Yes.

" Ying stepped on Liang's hand that was supporting him on the ground and said, "Does it hurt?" "Yes, you won't feel pain anymore. Humph, I'm going to beat you all over for the next two years.

And I'll make you unable to live without my beatings, like an addiction to opium."

"Ah," Liang was a little surprised. Being beaten is addictive? He had never heard of such a thing.

Seeing Liang's surprised look, Ying said, "You won't just be addicted to being beaten, you'll also be addicted to drinking my saliva, my urine, and my feces. " "

Good heavens, what does Secretary Ying want to do? Is she a sadist? How terrifying."

Secretary Ying said a lot more, but Liang didn't hear anything clearly, only repeatedly saying yes.

Two hours passed, and three times a woman's figure appeared on the balcony of the villa across the street. Liang, kneeling, didn't see her, but Secretary Ying did. She smiled slightly and asked, "The woman in the villa seems quite concerned about you." Liang raised his head to look, but she stepped on his foot and said, "I'll let her see often. Maybe she'll come here soon for a closer look.

Let's go in.

" Liang crawled in with Ying.

Ying put her purse on the bed and turned around, saying, "Take off your clothes and kneel down. "

Under Ying's intense gaze, Liang stripped naked and knelt down.

Ying took out a tripod from her purse and set it aside, then fixed a miniature camera, saying, "I'm going to record every activity here. This is a living diary, and also a record of your assessment.

Don't underestimate its size; it can record 24/7 with infrared.

Tonight marks the beginning.

" Ying took off her white suit, revealing her underwear and bra, then threw her red high heels away and sat on the bed, saying, "Take off my socks." "

Yes," Liang crawled forward, trying to take them off with his hands, but Ying kicked him hard in the head, saying, "Use your mouth."

Liang used his mouth to remove Ying's short, flesh-colored stockings.

Ying said, "Go and fetch the two shoes."

Liang crawled over and brought the shoes back with his mouth, arranging them neatly.

Ying said, "Hold the stockings in your mouth."

Liang held the two flesh-colored stockings in his mouth.

Ying picked up the two high heels and slapped Liang twenty times with each hand, saying, "Whenever I come here, slapping is a must. But starting tomorrow, you'll have to do it yourself, understand?"

Ying threw down the shoes, turned around, got into bed, and leaned against the headboard, saying, "Climb up and kneel down," before making a phone call.

Liang recognized the voice as Ying's secretary calling General Manager Ben San. He heard Ying say, "I'll show you the recordings every time. You should study them like new textbooks." "

And you'll show them to that slut?" "That's for sure, but I'll have to charge her." "

Alright, I'm sleeping here. I'm going to have a good night's sleep. Bye."

That night, Ying slept on the bed Liang had prepared for her, while Liang knelt on the bed serving her all night. His breasts were bitten by Ying, leaving teeth marks.

Only after she squeezed him with both hands and made him ejaculate twice was he kicked off the bed and fell asleep.

To help Liang get into character quickly, Ying took a month's leave with him.

This was the third week; Ying had been staying here every day for the past three weeks.

Liang had basically mastered Ying's secretary routine.

It was Sunday. Ying hadn't returned until 2 AM the previous night, and after seeing Liang slap her twenty times, she fell asleep. She didn't wake up until 11 AM.

Liang had been kneeling by the bed for some time.

Ying leaned against the headboard, stretched her arms upwards, and said, "Open the curtains."

Liang crawled over and opened the curtains. The midday sun shone in, and Ying said, "It's another beautiful day.

Quickly help me get out of bed; I'm going to meet a friend."

Liang hurriedly crawled to the bedside, helped Ying put on her slippers, and helped her into the bathroom.

After showering, Ying, wearing a jacket and jeans, walked down the stairs. Liang knelt and helped her put on her high heels.

Ying said, "You're not allowed to drink or eat today. Wait until I get back before you eat," and turned to leave.

Liang hadn't eaten since Ying left.

He was truly hungry and thirsty.

Ying returned at one in the morning, slightly drunk and behaving somewhat incoherently, though her speech was clear.

Upon entering the room, she didn't ask Liang to change into slippers, but instead said she would help him to the balcony.

Liang wondered what they were doing on the balcony so late, but he didn't dare ask.

Liang helped Ying sit down, and Ying said, "Go get a basin."

Liang placed a basin in front of Ying, thinking she was about to vomit, and turned to fetch a towel.

Ying opened her mouth to vomit, but seeing Liang standing there, she cursed, "You dog slave, kneel down!" With a scream, she vomited into the basin.

Liang quickly knelt and offered her water, which Ying drank, then vomited again.

At that moment, the cool night breeze blew on Ying's face, making her head much clearer.

She picked up her phone and made a call. "Is this Yu Mei? Are you still awake? I vomited as soon as I got back. Come to the balcony and see what the person you want to see is doing."

"Yes, now. "

She then turned off her phone.

Liang was dozing off. It was so late; who could she have watched over him?

He only heard Ying say, "Lick up the stuff outside the spittoon."

Yes, Liang quickly licked up what Ying had spit on the ground.

He knelt and looked up, unconsciously noticing the light on the balcony of the villa across the way.

Liang suddenly understood that the "Miss Yu" Ying had mentioned was the young woman living in that villa.

This meant Ying had eaten with her and they had talked about him.

Liang hadn't expected Ying's secretary to contact her so quickly.

Ying also saw the light on the opposite balcony and said to Liang, "You haven't eaten all day; you must be hungry."

Yes.

Then finish the food in the bowl.

Liang looked up at Ying pleadingly, but Ying took out a cigarette from her purse, lit it, and said, "Eat. The pretty girl across the way is looking at you."

Ying slapped him, saying, "You can only say yes."

Yes, Liang replied helplessly.

Liang was indeed hungry, but the food Ying had vomited was truly unpalatable. Liang swallowed slowly and with difficulty.

Ying picked up her phone and answered, "Little Yu, I really like your straightforwardness, you Sichuan girl. We're good sisters now. Didn't you want to watch the voyeur's performance? Here

you go, thank you?" "You're welcome. If you'd like to watch, come again tomorrow." "Want to come?" "Sure, welcome. Want to beat up this voyeur?" "Okay, come beat him up tomorrow."

Ying put down her phone and watched Liang licking the food.

Liang finally finished licking it all up, and Ying got up and said , "Bring the basin in ." Liang

carried the basin in his mouth and followed Ying into the room. Ying casually drew the curtains and said, "Put the basin down." Ying urinated into the basin , got up, and said, "Drink it all, you've been thirsty enough." Liang picked up the basin and drank the urine. The next afternoon, Miss Yu really came. Ying told Liang to serve her well and to put on a suit so they could go to a Japanese restaurant for dinner. Liang had been imprisoned for three weeks, and he felt happy to be out, but wearing a suit after three weeks made him a little uncomfortable. They sat down in a private room. Since they were all kneeling to eat, Liang wasn't too embarrassed. At that moment, Liang glanced at Miss Yu out of the corner of his eye. Miss Yu looked even more beautiful up close than when he was peeping . Liang thought, "That makes sense. If she weren't beautiful, Hong Kong tycoons wouldn't be keeping her and giving her such a luxurious villa." Liang watched them, not daring to eat. Ying and Miss Yu chatted and laughed. Liang poured them drinks and lit cigarettes. Ying said, "Miss Yu, don't you think this peeping tom is handsome? He graduated from a prestigious university." Miss Yu said, "He's quite handsome. But he's been my slave for two years now." "Is that so?" Ying said to Liang, "Answer Miss Yu. " Liang said, "Yes." Miss Yu said, "I only went to elementary school. I've heard the word 'slave,' but I don't know what a slave actually does." Ying said, "Little sister, you're just a pretty face, but it doesn't matter. Follow your older sister and you'll know what a slave is." Ying spat the chicken leg she was eating onto the table and said, "Dog slave, you eat it with your mouth." Liang picked up the chicken leg and started biting it. Ying said, "Little sister, do you see? I tell him to eat whatever I tell him to eat, and he has to do whatever I tell him to do. That's what a slave is." " I understand." Miss Yu also spat out a mouthful of rice wine and said, "Eat this." Liang ate the rice wine she spat out as well. Miss Yu looked at it and said, "That's so funny. I wish my Hong Kong husband was like that." Ying said, "As long as you learn from me, your husband will be like that sooner or later. " Ying and Miss Yu ate and spat out, while Liang ate the leftovers. After Ying and Miss Yu were full, Liang drove them back to the duplex. Ying and Miss Yu went straight to the balcony upstairs and sat down. Liang crawled in on his knees to change her into slippers. Miss Yu got up and looked around at the distance, saying, "Sister Ying, this floor is a great location. The night view is so clear." "Really?" "This dog slave chose it." " You like it here?" "Yes." " Then you should come often. " "By the way, I have something to ask you." "Ask me?" "Sit down. First, ask this dog slave why he was spying on you." "Yes," Miss Yu said, sitting down. "You dog slave, why did you peep at me?" Liang looked up at Ying, who said, "Speak up. Today, for Miss Yu's sake, I'll let you be a talking dog for once. " "Yes," Liang replied, "I'm sorry, Miss Yu, because you're beautiful." "Bullshit! You dare call me Miss Yu? Even my husband calls me Grandma Yu! I'll even hit my husband when I'm angry! Sichuan girls are known for their eloquence, understand?" Ying slapped Liang several times, cursing as she did so, "You dog slave, you dare peep at me! Peep at me! Will you dare do it again?" Liang said, "No, I won't!" Miss Yu, hands on her hips, kicked him a few more times, sending his slippers flying, before finally sitting down.

Ying said, "Little sister, does your foot hurt? Dog slave, go fetch the slippers back."

Liang crawled over, fetched the slippers, and gently lifted Miss Yu's foot to put them on for her.

Miss Yu looked down at her feet and realized that she had torn her short stockings because she had kicked too hard.

Ying said, "Dog slave, take off your Aunt Yu's stockings with your mouth."

Then she said to Yu, "Little sister, I'll give you a new pair."

Miss Yu watched Liang take off her short stockings with his mouth and said, "Thank you, Sister Ying." "

By the way, Sister Ying, you said you needed my help. What is it?" "Ah," Ying said, "I'm going to work next week, and this dog slave will be going too. I can't come here every night; I'll have to stay at the general manager's place. Your husband doesn't come home often either. So, I'm asking you, when I'm not here, you can manage him. I'll come home twice a week. Is that okay?" "

Yes, Sister Ying, it's nothing. As long as my husband doesn't come home, I can come every day to avoid being lonely." "

Okay, thank you. Just treat this dog slave like a puppy."

"Great! I'll bring my pet dog along so they can play together. That's wonderful, I have two dogs now!

" Ying said. "I also have many dog training videos here, videos of training male dogs. You can take a look, learn as you watch, and practice as you go."

Miss Yu said, "Thank you, Sister Ying. I'll go back now and come again tomorrow night." "

Okay, dog slave, take your Aunt Yu home."

Secretary Ying and Liang went to work at the company again.

At the company, Ying didn't make things difficult for Liang, and no one in the company knew what had happened.

Only General Manager Ben San knew, but he didn't reveal it.

[The End]

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