[Urban] Fiery Countryside (Complete) - 19-21

Chapter 203 Abuse in a Dream (Part 4)

Zhao Zijie was quite pleased with his prank. He smiled at her and said, "Don't be afraid, I won't hurt you... as long as you obey."

Zhao Zijie quickly cut off one side of her panties with a knife, pulling the torn pants out from under her buttocks. He was very satisfied to carefully observe the girl's exposed vulva—two tender labia sandwiching a red slit, even larger than before. To Zhao Zijie's surprise, a large amount of liquid suddenly seeped from the slit—Zhao Zijie could almost see the liquid flowing down the slit. Zhao Zijie guessed that this was probably the vaginal fluid often described in erotic novels, which must have made her lose control of her body when he stimulated her labia with his glans. Zhao Zijie didn't care about anything else—since his lover was already aroused, what was there for him to wait for? Zhao Zijie raised his penis, pressed it against her clitoris, and slowly pushed it in—Zhao Zijie didn't want to just violently thrust in right away again.

Yuan Kexin's already moist vagina made it easy for Zhao Zijie to insert his penis. Zhao Zijie was immediately stimulated by the sensation of being enveloped by her vaginal walls, causing him to gasp loudly. Ah! It's so beautiful. Zhao Zijie felt as if his lower body was melting, his entire body entering a state of numbing comfort. Zhao Zijie was insanely excited to be able to thrust into his beloved Yuan Kexin's body again. No longer holding back, Zhao Zijie tilted his head back, panting loudly, grabbing the metal tube between her legs as he began to rapidly thrust his penis in and out of her—this position was incredibly convenient for him. Soon, Zhao Zijie reached the point of no return, ejaculating. "Ah! Ouch!"

Zhao Zijie moved his body back and forth even faster, each thrust intensifying the most ecstatic pleasure for a man. "Ouch! Ouch! Ouch! Ouch!" "...

With each thrust, Zhao Zijie ejaculated a thick stream of semen deep into her vagina. Zhao Zijie's body went limp, as if he were floating in a comfortable space. After venting his lust, Zhao Zijie first pulled the dildo out of Yuan Kexin's mouth. Yuan Kexin swallowed hard, her eyes filled with tears. Zhao Zijie felt extremely guilty, knowing that his beloved dream girl had been violated again by his uncontrollable lust. The guilt in his heart made him unable to look her in the eye.

Zhao Zijie silently untied her hands, quickly went to her other side, and untied the ropes binding her legs, completely freeing her. Yuan Kexin propped herself up and sat on the edge of the bed. Suddenly, to Zhao Zijie's great surprise, she grabbed his lower body and sucked on the dildo that Zhao Zijie had just pulled out of her vagina. Zhao Zijie realized that Yuan Kexin was fulfilling her duties as a sex slave—cleaning her master's filthy genitals. Zhao Zijie was both excited and shocked—on one hand, he was grateful for his lover's sacrifice; on the other hand, the thought of her doing the same thing for another man infuriated him—alas, when could he ever free her from this humiliating situation!

Zhao Zijie couldn't help but grab the girl's bare shoulders, but he didn't say a word. Her oral sex on his penis greatly pleased him, and he let out a long sigh. Zhao Zijie slowly caressed the girl's shoulders, then her neck and chest. Only then did he notice that the long dildo tucked into her bra was still there. He unhooked her bra from behind, took the dildo out, and casually pulled the bra open, directly fondling the girl's soft breasts.

As his penis was gently sucked and licked, Zhao Zijie deeply savored the sensation of the woman's smooth, delicate breasts sliding between his fingers. Just then, he suddenly noticed two circular, dark red marks on her two white breasts. Zhao Zijie's whole body shuddered, a chill running down his spine. He quickly pushed away Yuan Kexin, who was still sucking and licking him, and cupped her breasts in his hands, carefully examining the red marks he had never seen before—two almost complete circles, each composed of two semicircles, with two notches on each side. They could only have been made by something of the same size, and they looked like they had been made recently. A chill ran down Zhao Zijie's spine.

He hadn't seen these marks four days ago, which meant that the man must have been there recently—and he hadn't noticed at all. Zhao Zijie became extremely nervous, realizing he had been too careless. How could he possibly get rid of that man if he continued like this? "I'm lucky if I'm not eliminated." The sudden appearance of the mark snapped Zhao Zijie back to reality. He quickly pulled up his pants, surveyed the room, and then gave the listless girl sitting on the bed a long, affectionate look before cautiously opening the door and carefully leaving her residence.

All the way, Zhao Zijie cursed himself for being heartless, for being unable to resist taking advantage of the poor girl even with his enemy still at risk; at the same time, he constantly blamed himself for being reckless and reckless, practically disregarding his own life. Zhao Zijie vowed that as long as that man remained, he would never again harass his beloved—his dream girl, Yuan Kexin. All indications suggested that the man would likely appear late at night—the only time Zhao Zijie wasn't following Yuan Kexin.

Zhao Zijie felt incredibly foolish—how could that man do such a shameful thing without waiting until the dead of night? Zhao Zijie ran home, brewed a large cup of coffee, put on warm, thick clothes, and returned to his excellent vantage point overlooking Yuan Kexin's apartment—from here, he could see the entire apartment building's front door and a side door, and the only entrance to the other side door was also within his view. Zhao Zijie had also considered the possibility that the person might try to find Yuan Kexin through the window. However, if that person were to climb through the window, Zhao Zijie would inevitably have to climb the fire escape to a platform near her window—and that fire escape was also within his line of sight.

In short, no matter which direction the man came from, he would pass right under Zhao Zijie's nose. Zhao Zijie was determined to find that man—it was his only option. Time passed minute by minute, and the light in Yuan Kexin's room went out. Time passed hour by hour, and still no one appeared. Zhao Zijie persisted until early morning, only going home to sleep after Yuan Kexin had left for work. Then, early in the afternoon, he would wait outside the bank where she worked, following her home and waiting until dawn the next day. This continued for five consecutive nights, with Zhao Zijie sleeping during the day and following her at night, enduring agonizing waits—all to no avail. Now it was the sixth night, and Zhao Zijie was increasingly confused. Why had the man suddenly stopped appearing? Did he know he was waiting here? That was impossible. The doubts in Zhao Zijie's mind grew stronger, yet he dared not give up his wait.

Zhao Zijie carefully recalled the entire process of his meeting and getting to know Yuan Kexin, from beginning to end, and it all seemed so natural. Zhao Zijie remembered the strange feeling he had on his last night with Yuan Kexin, but he couldn't figure out what it was—why would she actively ask Zhao Zijie to punish her? Could she really enjoy being… Suddenly, a terrifying and absurd thought flashed through Zhao Zijie's mind—could there really be such a person—the man this girl called "master"? Zhao Zijie felt a chill run down his spine.

If so, then wasn't all of this orchestrated and performed by Yuan Kexin? Could that be possible? Why would she do such a thing? Ah?—a perverted masochist! Once this terrifying word entered Zhao Zijie's mind, he couldn't shake it off. Zhao Zijie carefully considered the matter several times from beginning to end, and the more he thought about it, the more bizarre and inexplicable it seemed—being so cruelly enslaved by a man, no matter how much he caught her doing something wrong, this girl had no reason not to call the police.

Moreover, how could there be a man in this city—perhaps even in this district—who looks so much like Zhao Zijie? To the point that she mistook him for someone else several times? This isn't pornography! This isn't a Hollywood movie! This is real life—in the 21st century, how could such a bizarre thing still happen?—A young girl being trained as a sex slave by a perverted man for Zhao Zijie's pleasure and release at any time? It's simply unbelievable—perhaps such a "master" doesn't even exist. If so, there's only one explanation—Yuan Kexin is an extremely perverted masochist. She exploited Zhao Zijie's kind heart—and even more so, her greatest weakness—lust—a weakness every man possesses.

Imagine, what man would refuse oral sex offered by a girl who pretends to mistake him for someone else? What man could resist having a sex slave who offers herself up? Moreover, 80% of men would do what Zhao Zijie did – simply go with the flow and take advantage of this seemingly innocent girl. And everyone's selfishness would make them unwilling to easily tell anyone about this romantic encounter. Moreover, men like Zhao Zijie, posing as the "master," wouldn't dare to rashly interrogate her about many details—they would all be afraid of being exposed if they asked too many questions, and they would be terrified, only wanting to take advantage and leave.

Good heavens! If all of this was truly this girl's meticulously planned scheme, then it was simply too thorough, too ingenious—it seemed incredibly bold, yet incredibly safe, perfectly flawless. How could anyone see through it all? Besides, even if someone became suspicious, like Zhao Zijie is now, what could he do? Beat her up? Rape her? Isn't that exactly what Yuan Kexin wanted? She just loves being abused by men! Her weakness, pitifulness, fear, terror—all her expressions were acting! Her innocent, pure, and naive image as a weak woman was all carefully crafted!

Good heavens! Zhao Zijie couldn't bear to imagine it any longer. Zhao Zijie found it difficult to... For over ten days, he had been constantly thinking about and longing for the innocent girl of his dreams—what kind of woman could she be? But—wait a minute. If a girl were a masochist, would she really go to such lengths to deliberately create such a convoluted and complicated scenario to deceive Zhao Zijie? Wouldn't it be easy to find a man willing to abuse her? Why would she do it this way? Being someone's sex slave is hardly a glorious thing; if discovered, wouldn't she be utterly disgraced and utterly humiliated? Why pretend to be a sex slave? Perverted! Only a pervert could explain it.

She wasn't afraid of the shame of being found out—someone like her couldn't possibly know what shame was. Moreover, she specifically chose Zhao Zijie, a man with little sexual experience, probably to prevent things from spiraling out of control if things were exposed—Zhao Zijie was too easy to control—so soft-hearted and upright, who could be more suitable than Zhao Zijie? Zhao Zijie's heart was pounding, his thoughts in turmoil, finding it hard to swallow this bitter pill. Who could he blame? Was he really to blame this perverted girl? Zhao Zijie had taken advantage of her several times, experiencing the forbidden fruit of sex he had never tasted before, obtaining such a beautiful body from her—what complaints could he possibly have?

He could only blame himself—who made him so sentimental? He had fallen in love with this seemingly pure and pitiful perverted girl without understanding anything—and was now so deeply entangled. Zhao Zijie's mind was a mess; he sat at the observation point all night, lost in thought, unable to find a solution until dawn. Zhao Zijie simply couldn't accept the idea that the girl of his dreams was a perverted masochist, constantly searching for possible reasons to refute this hypothesis. The first thing that came to his mind was the faintly visible whip marks on Yuan Kexin's back.

The circular marks on her breasts could be self-inflicted, but the whip marks on her back... Where are the marks? She couldn't have slapped herself on the back, could she? It doesn't seem like it! -- If she had slapped herself, the marks would definitely be from the side. But at least some marks clearly show she was slapped from top to bottom. However -- Zhao Zijie couldn't rule out the possibility that Yuan Kexin had other partners. This perverted girl could very well have played the same game with Zhao Zijie's man. Maybe that man was gone for some reason, or he got tired of the game and didn't want to play with her anymore.

Or -- God! Another, even more terrifying thought suddenly appeared in Zhao Zijie's mind -- maybe in the end, Yuan Kexin was dissatisfied with that man and would get rid of him -- after all, that man knew too much. Zhao Zijie felt increasingly sad -- he might just be this perverted girl's puppet. Once she got tired of playing with Zhao Zijie, she could get rid of him at any time. But Zhao Zijie preferred not to believe any of this. After all, this... All of this was merely Zhao Zijie's deduction, without any basis. The possibility that a brutal man was controlling Yuan Kexin also existed. Moreover, judging from the various situations she and Zhao Zijie had encountered, she didn't seem to be acting—otherwise, her acting would have been too convincing.

Her terrified face and eyes, her trembling voice, the focused way she performed oral sex on Zhao Zijie—couldn't all of that be fake? Zhao Zijie refused to believe that the dream girl he so deeply loved and pitied, the one he sincerely wanted to sacrifice everything for, could be a perverted masochist. At least until he found evidence, Zhao Zijie refused to believe his own deductions—what if things weren't like that? What if Yuan Kexin was indeed being controlled by another extremely perverted and violent man using cruel methods? If he only relied on such speculation and mistakenly identified the girl, wouldn't that be too cruel to her? Moreover, rashly trying to expose Yuan Kexin's tricks—whether true or false—could be extremely dangerous for Zhao Zijie.

The problem now is how to quietly discover the truth about Yuan Kexin without letting her know, and without letting the "master" (if Zhao Zijie truly exists) know. Having figured this out, Zhao Zijie's mind cleared slightly. The most crucial thing is to find out what Yuan Kexin does alone in the room. If she really is a pervert, she must frequently use the various sex toys in the box under the bed by herself. But the problem is that she always covers the front and back windows with curtains, making it difficult to observe what's happening inside from the outside. Zhao Zijie's mind gradually became clearer—so, one solution is to install a bugging device in Yuan Kexin's room. Or, simply install a hidden camera. Yes! If he can record some of her misdeeds, it can prevent her from having any ill intentions towards Zhao Zijie in the future.

If he records ... She discovered the camera, and Zhao Zijie could also pretend to be the "master": couldn't the master install a surveillance camera in Zhao Zijie's sex slave room? This was indeed the best solution. Getting into Yuan Kexin's room wasn't a problem—he could pick the lock while she was at work during the day, or go directly to her at night, and then use an opportunity to handcuff her to the bathroom, where he could calmly install the camera. Zhao Zijie's mind began to clear—he had found a way to deal with this girl, and he felt a little better. Zhao Zijie had to find out the truth—he couldn't just suspect this girl who might really be suffering; if he wronged her, he would never forgive himself.

Suddenly, Zhao Zijie saw Yuan Kexin's door open; she was dressed and going to work. Only then did Zhao Zijie realize that it was already dawn, and he had spent his sixth night there. Zhao Zijie picked up his binoculars and looked at the girl he had been watching day and night. The thought of the girl he longed for, possibly a con artist who had deceived and toyed with his feelings, caused him excruciating pain. Zhao Zijie desperately wanted to rush over and confront her, but he restrained himself, silently watching her walk downstairs and disappear around the corner.

Sitting at the observation post he had been keeping watch for nearly ten days, Zhao Zijie silently awaited the arrival of eight o'clock that evening. He prayed incessantly, hoping to see a man who resembled him appear. He knew, of course, that the possibility was slim; he had waited there for four nights and six full nights, but no one had come looking for her. Zhao Zijie simply couldn't believe that his dream girl was a twisted, self-destructive woman who had toyed with his feelings. It was too cruel for him—he had believed that this girl, who could become his first love, was someone he would be willing to go through fire and water for.

Zhao Zijie still couldn't bring himself to hate Yuan Kexin—even if she really was a pervert, he wouldn't particularly hate her—he would only be very heartbroken. During the day, Zhao Zijie bought a sound-activated camera, placing it in her room. Whenever she moved around or there was a sudden noise, the camera would silently start recording. And if she was asleep or not in the room, the camera would automatically turn off, preventing it from wasting tape and batteries. Now he just had to wait until eight o'clock

sharp to knock on Yuan Kexin's door. The hands of his watch finally ticked to eight o'clock with an annoying "tick-tock." Suppressing his inner turmoil, Zhao Zijie nervously went to Yuan Kexin's door and knocked urgently. The door opened quickly. Yuan Kexin seemed quite surprised to see Zhao Zijie. She immediately called out softly, "Master," and then bowed her head to step aside, waiting for Zhao Zijie to enter. Zhao Zijie sneered. Yuan Kexin's surprised expression didn't surprise him at all; in fact, it filled him with contempt. Seeing her "master" who had tortured and humiliated her so much, how could a normal person show surprise besides fear and dread?

Zhao Zijie strode in, coldly watching her close the door behind her, then turn to him, undress, and kneel down to welcome him: "Kexin welcomes Master."

Zhao Zijie noticed that Yuan Kexin didn't seem to have any new scars, and her old wounds seemed to have mostly disappeared, which surprised him. He guessed that the man hadn't bothered her for the past week, allowing her to recover. Of course, another explanation was that the girl hadn't self-harmed—or hadn't used any instruments of torture that could leave marks.

Zhao Zijie sat back on the bed, casually hiding the camera to the side, and coldly said to Yuan Kexin, "Crawl over here."

"Yes, Master." From her tone, there was no fear or displeasure; instead, Zhao Zijie felt her words conveyed expectation and satisfaction. It seems she really might be a pervert. Zhao Zijie felt very uncomfortable. Zhao Zijie took off his shoes, put his foot under her bra, and ordered her, "Take this off."

"Yes, Master." Yuan Kexin quickly took off her bra, revealing two plump breasts, the red marks on them had disappeared.

Zhao Zijie used his toes to alternately play with her breasts, coldly saying, "Kexin, I haven't been here for a few days, have you missed me?"

"Yes, Master."

"What did you miss about me?"

"...Kexin...Kexin misses Master's...care."

Zhao Zijie snorted coldly, a surge of anger rising within him: "What do you mean by 'care'? You want me to abuse you, don't you?"

"Yes...yes, Master." Yuan Kexin honestly admitted, which only fueled Zhao Zijie's dissatisfaction: "You're a lewd woman, born lewd, aren't you?"

"Yes, Master."

"You actually want me to punish you, you miss my punishment of you, don't you?"

"Ah...yes! Master."

Although Zhao Zijie knew this conversation didn't really prove anything, her self-admission still infuriated him. Zhao Zijie rubbed her breasts even harder with his feet, while she obediently allowed him to humiliate her. Zhao Zijie forcefully lifted her body between her breasts with his feet, forcing her to kneel on the ground. Then, he circled her back with his legs, pulling her closer to his thighs, and began to fondle and fondle her breasts. Zhao Zijie suddenly found it very easy to play the role of the tyrant today, without any psychological resistance.

Zhao Zijie squeezed her breasts violently, causing her to scream in pain, tears immediately welling up in her eyes. Seeing her tearful eyes, Zhao Zijie's heart softened, and his hands naturally relaxed, but he continued to verbally humiliate her: "Are you afraid of pain? Don't you like it when I'm so cruel to you?"

"Yes. Kexin likes Master punishing Kexin."

"You actually feel very comfortable inside, don't you?"

"Yes, Master."

Zhao Zijie suddenly made a bold move: he grabbed Yuan Kexin's chin and roared at her, "Raise your head and look at me!"

"Yes, Master." She slowly raised her large, watery eyes, looking at the angry Zhao Zijie with fear. Zhao Zijie knew that if he and the real "master" didn't look very alike, his actions would be extremely risky. Of course, if there was no such "master" at all, then there would be no problem—Zhao Zijie was truly losing control of his emotions. He stared intently into her eyes, hoping to glean some answer.

Yuan Kexin dared not look away from Zhao Zijie and could only obediently look into his eyes. Her eyes showed no surprise or strangeness, only that pitiful expression of fear. So, if she couldn't detect that Zhao Zijie was an imposter even after looking at him so closely, then either the "master" looked remarkably like him, or the "master" simply didn't exist. Zhao Zijie's heart... His anger was escalating. Zhao Zijie grabbed her shoulder with his left hand and slapped her breasts hard with his right, as if striking her face.

Yuan Kexin's body swayed violently under Zhao Zijie's brutality, her lips trembling, not daring to utter a word, silently enduring Zhao Zijie's blows, involuntarily letting out painful groans. Zhao Zijie slapped her dozens of times, turning her breasts red and raw. This time, Zhao Zijie truly slapped hard, wanting to vent all the anger in his stomach. Zhao Zijie paused for a moment, then grabbed her breasts again, squeezing her nipples until they turned purple, as if milking a cow. Yuan Kexin couldn't take it anymore; her body trembled slightly, tears began to flow, and she let out muffled groans.

"Don't you like this? Why are you crying?"

"Yes... Kexin is... crying tears of joy."

Zhao Zijie was completely helpless with the girl's appearance; he felt sorry for her, but he couldn't bring himself to hate her. Zhao Zijie simply lowered his head and took the breast he had been squeezing into his mouth, sucking and licking it wantonly—this was the first time Zhao Zijie had had the opportunity to suckle her breast. Zhao Zijie had wanted to do this for a long time, but he hadn't had the chance the first two times—only now did Zhao Zijie dare to start playing with this girl boldly and wantonly. Zhao Zijie's hand naturally moved to her thigh, then to her panties, and then he began to touch her private parts through the panties.

Zhao Zijie suddenly noticed that there was a large wet patch on her panties where his fingers were touching, wetting his fingers as well. Zhao Zijie was greatly surprised, initially thinking that Yuan Kexin had lost control of her bladder due to Zhao Zijie's torment. But when Zhao Zijie looked down again, it didn't look like urine at all, but rather like her vaginal fluid. Zhao Zijie was very puzzled—Zhao Zijie hadn't even stimulated her sensitive areas much, and she was already sexually aroused? "Huh? What's wrong with you? Why are you all wet down there?" "

Ah... Kexin gets wet when Master plays with her."

Zhao Zijie recognized this as the same answer she gave him the time before last, and he became angry again: "What? I haven't even played with you much, and you're already wet?"

"Yes... Kexin is naturally lewd."

Zhao Zijie was really furious. He pulled down her panties and threw her onto the bed, then started slapping her buttocks repeatedly with both hands. Yuan Kexin didn't dare to resist at all, only burying her head on the bed and moaning softly. Zhao Zijie stopped hitting her when his hands hurt, and her buttocks were now bright red.

After thinking for a moment, Zhao Zijie pulled the box from under the bed, took out the whip, grabbed her hair, and forced her head down to his crotch, kneeling down. He then pulled down his pants, exposing his penis under her face. He pressed one hand against her head and the other tossed the whip aside, striking her back with a "crack!" He then ordered her to give him oral sex: "I'm going to whip you while you suck me, keep sucking until you ejaculate, understand?" Before Zhao Zijie could even give the order, Yuan Kexin had already taken his penis into her mouth, half-crying and half-moaning as she began to perform oral sex.

The intense stimulation sent waves of pleasure through Zhao Zijie's brain, making him temporarily forget everything. However, Zhao Zijie couldn't break his promise at this moment; no matter how obedient she was, he would still whip her. Zhao Zijie believed that if he whipped her hard now, she might even be happy to do so! The cracking sound of the whip lashed her back and buttocks, each lash seeming to make her tremble, yet she still tried her best to suck and lick Zhao Zijie, seemingly doing everything she could to please him.

Zhao Zijie still couldn't figure out if her cries were genuine, as she admitted, due to pleasure from being abused, or if she simply couldn't bear Zhao Zijie's torment any longer. Each lash from Zhao Zijie's hand caused him immense pain; he truly disliked this sadistic game. His penis grew larger and more pleasurable in Yuan Kexin's mouth, naturally slowing down Zhao Zijie's whipping movements. Finally, Zhao Zijie simply threw down the whip, lifted her head with both hands, and began to violently thrust back and forth between his groin to release his lust.

Yuan Kexin, her throat choked by Zhao Zijie, could barely breathe, but she still tried her best to use her tongue... The constant stimulation of Zhao Zijie's penis with her head brought him immense pleasure. He entered a strange state—a sensation completely different from thrusting into her vagina. Zhao Zijie violently released his control, letting his pleasurable semen gleefully shoot deep into Yuan Kexin's mouth. Because her head was being controlled, she couldn't swallow the large amount of semen Zhao Zijie had accumulated over nearly a week; much of the white fluid flowed down her chin and neck.

Zhao Zijie weakly released her head, retreating to a chair, slowly savoring the climax of his orgasm. Yuan Kexin quickly wiped the semen into her mouth, then immediately climbed off the bed, seemingly to proactively clean Zhao Zijie's penis. Zhao Zijie smiled at her, coldly saying, "You…you crawl over here."

"Yes, Master." Upon hearing this, Yuan Kexin quickly prostrated herself on the ground, crawling between Zhao Zijie's legs, kneeling obediently to continue cleaning his penis with her mouth. "Do you like sucking men's dicks?"

"Ah... Kexin likes sucking her master's... dick."

"No! You haven't sucked other men's dicks?"

"Ah... no... Kexin only sucks her master's."

Zhao Zijie looked at the pitiful state of the girl beneath him, unsure whether to pity her or hate her. Zhao Zijie really wanted to beat her up, but he couldn't bring himself to do it—Zhao Zijie still didn't want to believe that a girl would be so shameless as to actively seek out a man to abuse her. When she was almost done, Zhao Zijie grabbed her hair and dragged her into the bathroom. Yuan Kexin's eyes widened in shock again, and she made some indistinct sounds. Zhao Zijie didn't dare to use too much force, so he simply grabbed her arm with his other hand and quickly dragged her into the bathroom. Zhao Zijie returned to the bedside, took out a handcuff from a box under the bed, went back to her side, and handcuffed her hands to the water pipe under the sink.

Chapter 204 Abuse in a Dream (Part 5)

After finishing these tasks, Zhao Zijie returned to the room and selected a suitable dildo from the box. Suddenly, Zhao Zijie noticed a thick dildo connected to an electrical wire and a box. Zhao Zijie was overjoyed, knowing this was the kind of vibrator used by women described in many erotic novels. Zhao Zijie took the vibrator between Yuan Kexin's legs and inserted the dildo into the girl's already wet vagina, easily inserting it all the way in. Then Zhao Zijie turned on the switch. Sure enough, her lower body immediately began to tremble, as if the vibration inside had aroused her. Zhao Zijie tried turning the switch up a little more; the rumbling sound indicated that the vibration inside was even stronger. Yuan Kexin began to breathe heavily, her eyes filled with tears as she looked at Zhao Zijie, unable to help but start moaning loudly in her throat, as if she was about to reach sexual climax. Zhao Zijie laughed heartily, "Haha, just enjoy yourself here!"

"Aww...aww. Thank you...Master. Aww..."

Zhao Zijie stood at the door watching her for a while, and finding nothing wrong, went to the kitchen to pour himself a glass of water. When he came back to check on her, he found that she was screaming even louder. Zhao Zijie didn't delay any longer, quickly turning on the TV and turning the volume up to cover the sound of him installing the camera. Zhao Zijie carefully unscrewed the cover of the vent on the ceiling, and without much effort, he installed the camera in the vent in the room, pointing the lens at most of Yuan Kexin's room. After everything went smoothly, Zhao Zijie returned to Yuan Kexin's room. Only then did Zhao Zijie find her completely collapsed on the floor, her whole body trembling, as if she were having a serious illness and convulsing.

Zhao Zijie panicked immediately when he saw Yuan Kexin's condition. He hadn't expected that a vibrator would torment her like this. Zhao Zijie didn't know that this was all because he had turned the vibrator up to its maximum setting and kept it on for so long; even the most stoic woman would eventually succumb. Yuan Kexin had already started screaming wildly, but the television noise drowned out her cries. Zhao Zijie hurriedly pulled out his penis, and a thin stream of vaginal fluid flowed out with it. Yuan Kexin seemed to regain some consciousness, and a terrible "whimpering" sound, whether from pain or pleasure, began to emanate from her throat.

She slowly opened her eyes and softly said, "Thank you, Master."

Only then did Zhao Zijie realize that the area below Yuan Kexin's genitals was already quite wet. Zhao Zijie was still shaken, but he had to maintain a cold demeanor and mocked, "Haha, are you very happy? You've leaked so much vaginal fluid!"

"Aww...yes...yes, Master."

After leaving Yuan Kexin's house, Zhao Zijie felt a sudden sense of relief, whether it was because he had just released his sexual desire in her mouth or because he had vented his hatred on her body. The numbness and swelling in his lower body made Zhao Zijie relive the pleasure of ejaculating in Yuan Kexin's mouth. He hummed a song with a modified melody by Richie Jen: "Slutty Kexin, crawl over here, crawl over here, crawl over here. Your slutty performance is wonderful, please don't pretend you don't like torture... I pinch you left and right, up and down, it turns out you're not so simple. I've thought and thought, guessed and guessed, your masochistic psychology is really strange..."

Zhao Zijie no longer needed to wait at that observation point; he went straight home to rest. He waited patiently for a day. On the morning of the third day, he went to Yuan Kexin's apartment alone. After confirming she was at work, he climbed up the fire escape to the platform in front of her window, pushed it open slightly, and easily climbed inside. He then retrieved the small cassette tape from the camera and replaced it with a new one.

Everything went smoothly. Zhao Zijie rushed home, inserted the cassette tape into its dedicated playback box, and connected it to the computer—this way, he could meticulously study the tape frame by frame and make copies at will. The screen began showing Yuan Kexin's room, first a shot of Zhao Zijie installing the vent cover, then a shot of him entering and leaving her bathroom that day. Zhao Zijie quickly skipped this part, nervously sitting in his chair and staring at the screen. The screen then showed a section without anyone in sight, only the sound of running water, presumably Yuan Kexin showering in the bathroom. After a while, she appeared in the frame wearing pajamas. Her appearance immediately aroused Zhao Zijie—Yuan Kexin in her pajamas exuded a sexy allure that made him almost lose control.

Then she began tidying the room, gathering the clothes and sex toys from the floor. She sat on the bed for a while, seemingly lost in thought. Soon, Yuan Kexin turned off the light and went to sleep, showing no signs of anything amiss. Seeing her like this, Zhao Zijie felt a strange mix of emotions—he truly didn't want her to be that kind of twisted masochist. The dark screen quickly switched to night vision mode, and Yuan Kexin's sleeping posture was clearly visible in the greenish light. Zhao Zijie patiently waited for the camera to automatically shut off after five minutes due to the lack of movement in the room, then nervously awaited the next scene.

Suddenly, the screen brightened, showing Yuan Kexin getting up; the time displayed was seven in the morning. It seemed nothing had happened that night. However, the fact that nothing had occurred that night wasn't unexpected for Zhao Zijie. Yuan Kexin had just been tormented by him; she would surely rest after being satisfied. Zhao Zijie patiently watched her get up, go to the bathroom, and then see her take off her pajamas and change clothes, which aroused him again. He found the tape, capable of peeping into someone's entire private life, incredibly stimulating; no wonder newspapers often reported scandals of college students secretly filming girls showering and changing.

However, Zhao Zijie wasn't really interested in enjoying this now. After leaving the camera's view, Yuan Kexin seemed to go to the kitchen; the sounds of her preparing food could be heard. Then she reappeared, holding milk and biscuits, eating while turning on the TV. Zhao Zijie patiently watched Yuan Kexin's daily life details until she left the room for work. Next, it would be the scene from last night. Zhao Zijie began to watch intently. Yuan Kexin returned home on time. Upon arriving home, she first changed out of her work suit into loose casual clothes, then went to the kitchen to cook. Everything seemed normal.

Next, Yuan Kexin ate her meal while watching TV. After dinner, she sat on the edge of the bed, leaning against the wall, and continued watching TV. Then came a long, monotonous scene—she sat silently watching TV, only occasionally glancing left or right, making little unusual move. After a long while, Yuan Kexin straightened up and got out of bed, seemingly to take a shower. When she reappeared, she was wearing a sexy nightgown. Just as Yuan Kexin reached the bedside to get in, she suddenly bent down and pulled the box out from under the bed. Zhao Zijie's eyes lit up, his heart raced, and he muttered, "It's here, it's here." Yuan Kexin opened the box and stared silently at its contents for a while. To Zhao Zijie's disappointment, she did nothing, closed the box again, put it away, and went to bed. Another night passed, and nothing happened.

Zhao Zijie didn't know whether to be disappointed or happy. At least Yuan Kexin didn't exhibit the masochistic behavior Zhao Zijie had imagined, but it also didn't prove whether the man called "Master" existed or not. Zhao Zijie was unwilling to give up, but he told himself he had to be patient. A few more days, and there should be some result. With nothing to do during the day, Zhao Zijie replayed the tapes of Yuan Kexin's daily life. When he carefully observed the long, tedious scene of her watching TV, he realized she wasn't really watching TV, but rather seemed to be waiting blankly for something.

This discovery made Zhao Zijie think for a long time. The only explanation was that Yuan Kexin was waiting for the real "Master"—or rather, waiting for the one she mistakenly thought was her master. Zhao Zijie, the real master, usually wouldn't come at this time. Of course, it's also possible she was waiting for Zhao Zijie—not because she thought he was some kind of "master," but simply waiting for Zhao Zijie, whom she had so thoroughly deceived. Zhao Zijie was itching to go see her again, but he restrained himself. He knew patience was extremely important to him. He'd wait another day, then go to her place tomorrow night to vent his frustrations and retrieve the tapes he'd recorded of her activities over the past two days.

The unanswered mystery kept Zhao Zijie anxious and uneasy all day. He went online and read some random, violent novels, which made him feel incredibly aroused. One of them was an office violence novel... The novel caught Zhao Zijie's attention, reminding him that the only time Yuan Kexin wasn't under his surveillance was at the bank where she worked. Could she have been abused by a colleague or superior? The bank was a well-known large company, and her branch was open to the public all day; this possibility seemed small.

Nevertheless, the bank was still worth monitoring, and Zhao Zijie decided to go there the next day to observe. The thought that Yuan Kexin might not be a masochist made Zhao Zijie feel much better, and a glimmer of hope rekindled in his heart. Zhao Zijie slept very well that night, seemingly having many dreams, and it seemed that Yuan Kexin had appeared in some of them. Zhao Zijie was disturbed early the next morning... As soon as the clock struck midnight, Zhao Zijie rushed to the bank where Yuan Kexin worked. He carefully observed each employee entering through the only doorway, looking for anyone who resembled him.

To his disappointment, there wasn't a single person who looked even slightly similar. Later that evening, around eight o'clock, Zhao Zijie knocked on Yuan Kexin's door again. The door opened, and she seemed to reveal a hint of surprise and joy, quickly addressing Zhao Zijie as "Master" and ushering him inside. Everything was the same as before. Yuan Kexin, half-naked, knelt at Zhao Zijie's feet, saying, "Welcome, Master," and then added, "Kexin begs Master to punish Kexin."

Seeing her pleading for punishment, Zhao Zijie's anger flared. He decided that no matter what she said, he would continue to do as he pleased.

With that thought, he roughly ripped off her bra and panties, threw her onto the bed, and began to slowly and carefully fondle and fondle her entire body. Yuan Kexin was initially nervous, her body trembling under Zhao Zijie's touch. When she realized he wasn't using violence, she gradually calmed down. This time, Zhao Zijie thoroughly explored almost every inch of Yuan Kexin's delicate skin, even touching between her small toes. He happily played with her for a long time, then, feeling it was time, he took off his pants, leaned against the wall by the headboard, and thrust his penis towards Yuan Kexin, ordering her to clamp it between her breasts.

Yuan Kexin, tears welling in her eyes, obediently complied. She crawled between Zhao Zijie's legs, pressed her body down, placed his penis between her breasts, and then squeezed her breasts together with both hands, moving her body up and down with difficulty. Zhao Zijie watched with satisfaction as Yuan Kexin used her breasts to serve him—he had often read about this kind of breast play in novels on certain websites, always fantasizing about what it would feel like; he never imagined he would actually have the chance to experience it. Zhao Zijie's penis was sandwiched between two large, tender mounds of flesh, feeling the stimulation from the friction between her breasts, the bright red glans occasionally brushing against her chin.

Zhao Zijie coldly commanded her, "Lick that tip with your tongue again."

"Yes, Master." Yuan Kexin lowered her head, extending her tongue to lick the glans with each downward thrust, exciting Zhao Zijie immensely. Zhao Zijie excitedly stroked her smooth back, thinking that regardless of whether she was a pervert or not, as long as he could play with her like this often, wasn't that a wonderful thing? Zhao Zijie enjoyed it for a while, seeing Yuan Kexin's forehead begin to sweat, her body slowing down, and tears welling in her eyes, knowing she was about to reach her limit—this position was really difficult to maintain for long. "How are you? Uncomfortable? This is your punishment."

"Yes, Master." Her tears slid down her cheeks. Zhao Zijie knew Yuan Kexin was likely acting, but he still couldn't bear to see her suffer like this—he couldn't understand why this girl, if she genuinely wanted to provoke him into tormenting her, would act so pitiful every time she was tortured. Sometimes Zhao Zijie couldn't believe her tears were fake—it was too convincing. Zhao Zijie pushed her down onto the bed, lying face to face, and then slowly pressed down on her. Yuan Kexin's genitals were still quite dry; when Zhao Zijie penetrated her, the foreskin of his penis was pulled, causing a slight pain. Once inside, the moist inner walls slipped on Zhao Zijie's penis, and he began the most primal mechanical movements.

This was the first time Zhao Zijie had penetrated her from the front. Ignoring her feelings, he thrust in and out with abandon, his mouth kissing her snow-white neck, quickly bringing him to orgasm. He rolled off Yuan Kexin, feeling extremely comfortable afterward, but the sensation wasn't as intense as before. She immediately sat up and bent over to clean him again with her mouth. Zhao Zijie felt uncomfortable but couldn't pinpoint what was wrong, so he roughly pushed Yuan Kexin away.

He silently watched the girl sitting beside him, feeling a strange sense of unfamiliarity, so different from his previous feelings of affection—perhaps knowing she was no longer as innocent and pure as she appeared. Even making love with her no longer felt enjoyable. Yuan Kexin sobbed, "Kexin didn't do well, please punish me, Master." Punishment again! Zhao Zijie was truly enraged. He abruptly stood up, grabbed her hair, and dragged her into the bathroom.

This time, Zhao Zijie really used his strength, causing Yuan Kexin to scream in pain. Ignoring her suffering, Zhao Zijie assumed she was putting on an act and slammed her hard against the edge of the pool. Yuan Kexin painfully massaged her hair, letting out pitiful sobs. Seeing her sobbing, Zhao Zijie was once again at a loss—he had wanted to torture her using the method of urinating on her face that he had seen yesterday, but he couldn't bring himself to do it to such a pitiful girl.

She whimpered and said to Zhao Zijie intermittently, "Kexin... sob... please, Master... punish me... sob... Kexin..." Hearing this, Zhao Zijie's savagery was instantly aroused. He abruptly turned around, went back to the bedside, found a whip, and returned to lash her body repeatedly, beating her until she could barely breathe, only able to let out mournful moans. Enraged, Zhao Zijie threw down the whip and poured a large amount of urine over her face. Looking at Yuan Kexin's wretched state on the ground, Zhao Zijie felt a pang of guilt—he couldn't believe he had become so barbaric and cruel.

Unable to bear looking at her any longer, he went back to his room, grabbed a chair, climbed to the ventilation vent, retrieved the videotape, closed the lid, quickly dressed, and fled her room. Back at his own place, Zhao Zijie couldn't calm down. He struggled to understand why, after developing suspicions about Yuan Kexin, even sex with her no longer felt as passionate—he could still experience sexual pleasure from her, but it lacked that unforgettable, moving feeling.

The thought of her being drenched in urine in the toilet filled him with immense pain—he would never again see even a trace of the girl of his dreams who had once captivated him. However, this twisted masochist, knowing full well that Zhao Zijie's punishment would be unbearable, always seemed to display a certain joy whenever she saw him upon opening the door, and even seemed to constantly remind him to "punish" her.

Zhao Zijie suddenly felt like he was being manipulated. He could understand that some sadists enjoyed cruelly torturing people for pleasure, but he simply couldn't comprehend why anyone would enjoy being whipped and humiliated. Zhao Zijie really didn't want to continue this game. Perhaps he should just talk to the girl directly—but what would that result in? She hates Zhao Zijie—she definitely will. She'll even mock him—let her be. She might never let Zhao Zijie into her room again, never let him play with her body like a master—that would be such a shame.

Zhao Zijie now understands that Yuan Kexin was simply exploiting his lust—alas, no matter what, this girl was still his first. He got so much satisfaction and pleasure from her. How could he blame her? She gave her whole body to him in exchange; as long as he was a little rough with her, giving her some perverse satisfaction, Zhao Zijie really had no qualms. What could Zhao Zijie complain about? What could he say to her? If he were to be honest with her, would she harbor murderous intent towards him? What would happen if he continued this relationship? Would she eventually tire of him?

These were all very real questions. Zhao Zijie shook his head helplessly, remembering that their perverted behavior in bed today must have been filmed. He thought of the new cassette tape he had brought back. With that thought, he inserted the tape into the player. He turned on his computer, slowly sipped his drink, and somewhat absentmindedly watched Yuan Kexin on the screen. The details of her daily life after work the day before yesterday—in Zhao Zijie's mind, this girl was no longer pure and innocent; Zhao Zijie's feelings for her were completely different from before.

Just like the previous tape, Yuan Kexin showed no unusual behavior—eating, watching TV, changing clothes, sleeping—very simple. The screen went black again, then green, then disappeared. Then it brightened again—presumably morning—that was yesterday morning. Wait, no. It seems like the light was just on at night—she probably needed to use the bathroom. Yuan Kexin propped herself up in bed. Suddenly, Zhao Zijie saw the girl on the screen jump up abruptly, not at all like someone getting up to use the bathroom in the night. "Ah!" Zhao

Zijie was stunned—Yuan Kexin abruptly ripped off her pajamas, revealing her naked upper body and underwear, and rolled off the bed with a thud. She lay face down to one side, and said in a trembling voice, "Kexin welcomes Master." He couldn't see anyone on the screen, but Zhao Zijie could hear the window being flung open—followed by the sound of someone stepping onto the table from outside. Zhao Zijie's heart pounded with fear; a chill ran down his spine, and his hand holding the mouse trembled violently. Ah! There really was another "master"! A dark figure appeared—a man in a long robe, about the same size as Zhao Zijie, stood before Yuan Kexin, holding a black box and some kind of wire.

Zhao Zijie was so frightened that he slumped into his chair, almost breathless with tension. The man stepped on her head with his bare foot, then slid his foot down her neck to her back, before stomping down hard, sending Yuan Kexin sprawling to the ground. Without any mercy, the man kicked her face again, almost yelling at her, "Why haven't you brought out the toy yet? I'm going to punish you." Hearing this voice, Zhao Zijie was once again speechless with shock—good heavens! This man's voice sounded exactly like Zhao Zijie's—except that Zhao Zijie would never speak in such a terrifying voice and tone.

Yuan Kexin scrambled to her feet, dragged the box from under the bed, opened the lid, and knelt to the side, trembling as she said to the man, "Kexin begs for punishment, Master."

"You lowly slave, why are you so slow? From now on, remember this: the moment I arrive, you must immediately prostrate yourself before me, understand?" Before she could answer, the man grabbed her hair and threw her onto the bed. She immediately cried out in pain. Zhao Zijie was horrified by the brutal scene; his whole body trembled. He was truly worried that something terrible might happen to Yuan Kexin. It took Zhao Zijie a long time to regain his composure. He realized that what he was seeing was just the video from last night; Yuan Kexin had been fine just moments before, meaning she hadn't suffered any serious harm.

But witnessing this poor girl being violated by another inhuman man was like a knife to Zhao Zijie's heart. The man ripped off Yuan Kexin's only remaining garment, her underwear, and then used leather straps found in a box under the bed to twist one of her hands behind her back and tie it to one of her feet. He then bound her other hand and foot together in the same way—forcing her entire body to arch backward, her breasts taut against her chest, and her legs forced back and apart, fully exposing her private parts.

The man then picked up the box Zhao Zijie had brought, inserted three or four pieces of electrical wire into it, and then attached the patches from the other two wires—similar to those used for electrocardiograms—to Yuan Kexin's nipples. He then attached the patches from the other two wires to the sides of her exposed vulva. Zhao Zijie almost cried out in alarm: Was this an electric shock torture for Yuan Kexin?

The man picked up the box, chuckling maliciously, and slammed down the button on it. Yuan Kexin's body jerked violently, letting out a scream. Zhao Zijie also trembled as if electrocuted—he never imagined this man could be so cruel. In his shock, Zhao Zijie heard the man grinn and say, "How's it? You slut, Kexin, you like the feeling of electric shocks, don't you? Are you wet down there? Want some more?" As he spoke, Zhao Zijie continued to press the button repeatedly, causing Yuan Kexin's body to bounce back with each electric shock.

As Yuan Kexin screamed in agony, she still had to answer the man's humiliating questions in broken sentences: "Ah... Ouch! Ouch!... Kexin... Master's punishment... Kexin... Master... Please spare Kexin..." The man mercilessly twisted a knob on the box. When Zhao Zijie pressed the button again, Yuan Kexin's body jerked violently, her screams heart-wrenching. "Ouch! Ouch... Master... Ouch..."

Zhao Zijie could no longer endure it; his body was ice-cold, as if the blood in his veins had stopped flowing.

Finally, the man had had enough of the electric shock game. He tossed aside the wires and the box, which was clearly a battery, squeezed Yuan Kexin's breasts hard for a while, then pressed her head down to Zhao Zijie's crotch. He then grabbed her genitals—presumably her pubic hair—and cruelly used the clump of hair to lift her buttocks up and down. Whenever Zhao Zijie lifted her genitals, Yuan Kexin supported her entire body entirely with the back of her neck, screaming in pain under the man's brutality. Suddenly, Yuan Kexin's moans grew muffled—the man had opened his robe, straddled her head, and forced Zhao Zijie's ugly penis into her mouth. He was simultaneously pulling at her pubic hair, thrusting in and out of her mouth like a horse.

Seeing this extremely brutal and humiliating scene, Zhao Zijie trembled with rage. He now understood why Yuan Kexin always acted as if she had seen a demon whenever she saw him, having no choice but to submit to him—Yuan Kexin was so submissive to this man, yet she still received no forgiveness, only intensified abuse and humiliation. After a long

while, the man released her pubic hair and began squeezing her erect vulva forcefully. Then he picked up a dildo and tried to insert it into her vagina—Zhao Zijie was suddenly stunned by this sight—this dildo wasn't being inserted into her... Instead of her vagina, the dildo was cruelly shoved into her anus. The man brutally inserted nearly half of the dildo into Yuan Kexin's narrow anus, even using his hands to grip the handle and thrust it in and out. Then, like riding a horse, he grabbed the handle of the dildo with both hands and thrust his penis into her mouth again and again. At this point, Yuan Kexin could only let out terrible moans in her throat, her whole body twisting in the brutality. The man seemed not to be satisfied yet, so he bent down and picked up several balls strung together with rope from the bedside, and began to stuff the balls one by one into Yuan Kexin's vagina—five balls, almost the size of ping-pong balls, were all stuffed into her vagina by Zhao Zijie.

The man's sinister voice came again: "Hehehe, you lewd and despicable Kexin, are you comfortable now?" Yuan Kexin was now sobbing uncontrollably—Zhao Zijie could only hear her indistinct moans and the "plop" sound of the dildo being sucked in her throat. The man grabbed with both hands Yuan Kexin's legs were spread apart, and the man pervertedly pressed his mouth against her vulva, sucking hard. He also deliberately pressed his forehead against the penis inserted into her anus, bending it to one side. The man's profile was facing the camera, so Zhao Zijie couldn't see his face clearly, but from the side, he did resemble Zhao Zijie somewhat. Zhao Zijie was stunned by the man's brutal and perverse behavior. His whole body stiffened, his limbs went numb, and he was completely frozen in place.

While the man continued to suck on the girl's vulva, he thrust his hips forward repeatedly, shoving Zhao Zijie's penis wildly into Yuan Kexin's mouth. The man brutally tortured Yuan Kexin like this for nearly ten minutes. Then, Zhao Zijie pulled his penis out of her mouth, abruptly turned her body around, positioned her spread legs towards his crotch, and began to forcefully thrust his penis into her vulva—but Zhao Zijie seemed to have forgotten that Yuan Kexin's vagina already had five small... No matter how Zhao Zijie tried, he could only insert the tip of his penis.

After a few thrusts, Zhao Zijie suddenly roared angrily, pulled out his wet penis, and at the same time pulled out the dildo that was inserted into her anus. He raised her body and began to forcefully thrust his own penis into her anus. Yuan Kexin's mouth was empty at this point, and she began to let out miserable howls. The man had no pity and continued to thrust in and out of her nearly torn anus for his own pleasure, making terrible "howls" and uttering many insulting words: "You slut... howl! howl! You can't even suck a cock properly, howl... you like being fucked in the ass... howl... you want me to fuck your whole body... you slut's pussy is all wet... howl... soaked... you want more... howl... howl! howl! howl!" Soon, Zhao Zijie saw white foam seeping from the man's penis—Zhao Zijie had actually ejaculated inside Yuan Kexin's anus. Zhao Zijie slumped onto the edge of the bed, grabbed Yuan Kexin's legs, flipped her over, pressing her breasts against the bed, and then grabbed her hair, forcing her mouth to face his penis, which was covered in white semen. Yuan Kexin, swallowing tears, obediently took the penis, which had just been pulled from her anus, into her mouth and cleaned it.

At that moment, the man was facing the video camera, and under the light, Zhao Zijie was utterly shocked to see that this person indeed looked remarkably like him. Good heavens! No wonder Yuan Kexin mistook him for someone else—this person not only looked exactly like Zhao Zijie, but even his voice was so similar. The man roughly grabbed her hair, violently shaking her head back and forth, forcing Zhao Zijie's penis deep into her mouth while constantly mocking her with vicious language: "You slut, you like being fucked by me, don't you? Why is your pussy wet? Because I played with you, right? You get wet when I play with you, right? You sucked my dick hard because you wanted me to fuck you, right? Such a slut, and you still want me to fuck you so much..."

Zhao Zijie seemed to quickly regain his strength in Yuan Kexin's mouth, straightened up, untied her hands and feet, and then tied both her hands to the iron frame at the head of the bed, making her kneel on the bed with her face against the wall. Zhao Zijie turned around, picked up the dildo from before, pressed its base against the wall in front of Yuan Kexin's mouth, and forced her to suck it while facing the wall. Zhao Zijie's eyes were almost spitting fire at all this, his blood boiling with rage. This man wasn't finished yet. Zhao Zijie came behind Yuan Kexin and suddenly thrust into her vagina.

Yuan Kexin's body was thrown forward, the dildo in her mouth piercing deep—a painful growl escaped her throat. The man, seemingly only then noticing the small balls still inserted in Yuan Kexin's vagina, furiously dug his fingers into her vagina, finally grabbing the rope and violently yanking the balls out. With a bloodcurdling scream from Yuan Kexin, a stream of fluid flew out with the balls. Now, with no further resistance, the man shoved his penis into Yuan Kexin's vagina and began thrusting violently from behind.

Yuan Kexin's body was repeatedly pushed back and forth under Zhao Zijie's thrusts, the dildo pressed against the wall moving in and out of her mouth. She continuously emitted mournful moans under the combined assault of the real and fake dildos. These scenes made Zhao Zijie tremble, his mind reeling, a heavy weight pressing on his heart, suffocating him. The man was very... He quickly reached another climax—with a violent thrust, he pressed Yuan Kexin's face almost entirely against the wall—the dildo was shoved deep into her throat, rendering her speechless.

Zhao Zijie was so shocked he couldn't close his mouth—he was genuinely worried the dildo would end up inside Yuan Kexin's stomach. The man finally satisfied Zhao Zijie's lust, and then untied Yuan Kexin's hands. Yuan Kexin collapsed onto the bed, the dildo halfway out of her mouth, saliva dripping onto her chest. The man slammed his fist against Yuan Kexin's head twice, yelling something at her. Yuan Kexin immediately jumped up, quickly crawling over to lick his limp penis clean. The man seemed unsatisfied, continuing to slap her back.

Witnessing this brutal scene, Zhao Zijie finally understood why Yuan Kexin trembled with fear whenever she saw him—it was utterly inhuman. This man was a beast—a heartless beast. Before leaving, the man kicked Yuan Kexin hard, then jumped out of the window and disappeared into the night. Zhao Zijie suppressed his rage and watched the entire brutal scene unfold. He felt an indescribable sorrow and anger; his chest felt like it was about to explode. The

bravado he had felt a few days ago was reignited—even more intensely—one sentence kept repeating in his mind: "I must kill that bastard! I must kill that bastard!"

Suddenly, Zhao Zijie realized how pitiful this girl was, and tears streamed down his face—she was so pitiful. She had finally met Zhao Zijie, only to be mistaken for a masochist and cruelly humiliated by him. Zhao Zijie remembered that just two hours ago, he had urinated on her—Zhao Zijie, Zhao Zijie, he was utterly inhuman!

His heart ached so much it felt like it was bleeding. He gripped his hair tightly, pulling desperately, almost tearing his scalp off—Zhao Zijie hated himself, he hated himself so much for misunderstanding such a pitiful girl like that. He cursed himself incessantly, watching in anguish as the girl from his dreams sobbed as she tidied the room, silently sitting on the edge of the bed, hugging her knees in a daze—Zhao Zijie knew she was experiencing extreme pain and needed comfort and protection.

But tonight, he had hurt her again—after last night's brutality, he had humiliated her in such a vile way. Wasn't this tantamount to Zhao Zijie colluding with that bastard, taking turns to brutally torture her—she was Zhao Zijie's dream girl! It took Zhao Zijie a long time to recover from the extreme shock and gradually begin to think rationally. Zhao Zijie knew the past Zhao Zijie was irreversible; now he needed to consider how to deal with this extremely unexpected situation—actually, this situation wasn't unexpected at all. Zhao Zijie had been waiting for this person to appear, but since the day before yesterday, he had inexplicably become blinded, mistakenly believing that the girl in his dreams was a perverted masochist.

Suddenly, Zhao Zijie realized the truth of the matter, which gave him a strange sense of relief—since he had discovered the existence of this tyrannical man, it proved that Yuan Kexin had never lied to him. For days, Zhao Zijie had been immersed in the immense emotional pain of discovering he had been deceived by the woman he deeply loved. Now, suddenly realizing it was all a misunderstanding, the sense of relief brought him great comfort. Alright, all the misunderstandings were resolved; now it was time for Zhao Zijie to play the hero and save the damsel in distress. There was no escaping it—he had to kill her!

Only by killing this inhuman man could Zhao Zijie's beloved Yuan Kexin be completely freed from her status as a sex slave, and only then could they restart their relationship. Of course, as Zhao Zijie had planned before, he wouldn't let Yuan Kexin know of his existence as the fake master. This way, after killing the man, he could take over the master's position. Zhao Zijie would maintain this master-slave relationship with Yuan Kexin, but he would never use violence to maintain it—he would use his love for her.

Zhao Zijie carefully watched the videotape again. Although the man in it looked a lot like Zhao Zijie himself, there were still some differences in Zhao Zijie's stiff expression—the man's face was somewhat dark, his hair was messy, his clothes were unkempt, and his tone of voice was flat. Regardless of Zhao Zijie's appearance, the most important thing was to find out where he lived. Zhao Zijie decided that from today onwards, he would wait outside the girl's room every night, and he would never give up after waiting for a few nights like before.

Zhao Zijie rewound the tape to the spot where the man had jumped through Yuan Kexin's window, confirming the time as 2:00 AM—Zhao Zijie still had plenty of time to prepare. He took a shower, put on a bathrobe, and felt refreshed. He mentally reviewed the entire incident again—he didn't want to make any more mistakes. He chose a set of black trousers and dark gray clothes—colors that would make him less noticeable when following someone at night. As he unfastened the bathrobe he had been wearing after his shower, preparing to change into his night clothes—suddenly, he saw the way he had unfastened his robe, and a very strange feeling welled up inside him. Zhao Zijie's heart jolted—he suddenly remembered that the man had unfastened his robe in the same way.

He looked more closely at his bare feet, and the strange feeling grew stronger. Zhao Zijie rushed to the computer, put the tape on the frame of the man in his robe—Good heavens! That robe wasn't a robe at all—it was just an ordinary nightgown. Zhao Zijie zoomed in on the image, a chill running down his spine—the nightgown was almost identical to the one he was currently wearing—the one he always slept in.

This couldn't be! Zhao Zijie instinctively refused to believe his absurd thought. Young people would wear that kind of nightgown; it was at most a small coincidence. Besides, Zhao Zijie had never met Yuan Kexin before—let alone know where she lived. But the doubts in Zhao Zijie's mind grew stronger—the more he looked at the man on the screen, the more he felt… Zhao Zijie felt his blood almost freeze, and the chilling sensation at the back of his head made him turn around several times in fright. Of course, Zhao Zijie didn't believe in gods or ghosts. But this coincidence… it was too absurd! It was too absurd! Zhao Zijie kept repeating to himself.

Zhao Zijie realized he had never observed this person before—for four nights, six whole nights in a row, he had never seen this person come—in fact, as long as Zhao Zijie was awake, this person would never come—and if Zhao Zijie went home to sleep for the night… A chill ran down Zhao Zijie's spine, and two terrifying words flashed and magnified before his eyes—"sleepwalking." Zhao Zijie knew this was far too serious; he couldn't just make wild guesses based on a bathrobe and some coincidences. Zhao Zijie suddenly remembered a childhood scar on his left abdomen. Zhao Zijie immediately and nervously zoomed in on the image—stopping where the man was naked and facing the camera.

Zhao Zijie stared intently at that area—ah? Zhao Zijie's heart sank. With trembling hands, Zhao Zijie frantically pressed the mouse, carefully zooming in on that area. "Ah!"

Zhao Zijie slumped into his chair, his entire body trembling with an inexplicable fear. Zhao Zijie couldn't believe it! Zhao Zijie couldn't believe this absurd and terrifying possibility—that the inhuman, cruel bastard who had abused the girl in Zhao Zijie's dreams could actually be Zhao Zijie himself—Zhao Zijie—Zhao Zijie in a sleepwalk!

Sleepwalking!—For Zhao Zijie, this word had always been a chilling term. When Zhao Zijie was probably in elementary school, his parents had told him that he had sleepwalked several times at night—getting up and going to the kitchen to find food, even making and eating fried eggs. Zhao Zijie had heard three of the most terrifying stories about sleepwalking since he was a child: a member of an Antarctic expedition would always dig up the bodies of his dead teammates in the middle of the night while sleepwalking. There was also a college student who would dig up human bones from graves every night in the middle of the night. And an even more terrifying one was a medical student suffering from sleepwalking who would sneak into the morgue every day to steal human flesh to eat.

Recalling these three stories, Zhao Zijie's hair stood on end, and he was covered in goosebumps. So when Zhao Zijie learned he could sleepwalk, he was extremely frightened and suffered from sleep disorders for a long time. Eventually, his parents had to take him to see a doctor, and somehow, he was cured and never had a relapse. But Zhao Zijie could never have imagined that after so many years, he would suddenly have this problem again. Now, Zhao Zijie recalls wondering why the face of this girl, whom he had never met before, suddenly appeared in his dreams. He also remembers feeling a strange sense of familiarity when he first went to Yuan Kexin's room.

There was only one possibility! But Zhao Zijie's thoughts were completely muddled! He felt utterly weak, his limbs were ice-cold, and his body was so stiff he couldn't move, as if the blood in his body had stopped flowing. His mind was numb and unable to think. Zhao Zijie sat blankly in front of the computer, only slowly regaining some consciousness after a long time. His mind began to clear—Zhao Zijie suddenly realized that things might not be as terrible as he had initially imagined. On the contrary, if that were the case, then everything became quite simple—Zhao Zijie no longer needed to commit murder; and the girl he loved hadn't been violated by another man—this was a huge worry in Zhao Zijie's heart. Furthermore, Zhao Zijie no longer needed to worry about the "master" who was impersonating the girl being exposed—Zhao Zijie was that "master," absolutely real—of course, Zhao Zijie would change his image in Yuan Kexin's mind, never again playing that tyrannical sadist.

The thought of his terrifyingly cruel self in that videotape sent chills down Zhao Zijie's spine. He couldn't believe he could be so brutal; it was as if he were possessed by a demon. His dream girl had suffered so much abuse and torment because of his terrible habit—what would she think if she knew? Thinking of this, Zhao Zijie suddenly felt afraid. He couldn't imagine what Yuan Kexin would think if she knew that all his cruel behavior was just a dream. She would

surely hate him to the core. She would surely be filled with shame and indignation. She would surely suffer a mental breakdown—such a blow... It must be too cruel for her. She probably wouldn't believe Zhao Zijie at all—she couldn't possibly believe that the inhuman torture she had suffered for so many days was all a dream—how could she believe it? If Zhao Zijie were to repent and beg for her forgiveness, she would surely think that his sleepwalking story was a fabrication to deceive her—after torturing her so cruelly for so long, he still wanted to use such an absurd story to win her love for him. She might never forgive him!

Oh God! The thought of this made Zhao Zijie's heart ache beyond words—he now wished that the "master" was someone else instead of himself—so that he could kill that person and win the love of his dream girl. But now… this new fear—that he might lose her forever—his dream girl—was tearing at his heart like a knife. Zhao Zijie didn't want to think about it anymore. Ah? No! He absolutely couldn't let Yuan Kexin know about this and her sleepwalking!

Zhao Zijie's mind suddenly cleared. He knew this was the best solution—yes! He couldn't let her know this secret—he would keep her in the dark forever. Although it was very unfair to her, Zhao Zijie was ultimately doing it for her own good—genuinely for her own good. Afterwards, Zhao Zijie could still appear before her as her "master." Just as he had always planned—to transform their perverse master-slave relationship into a normal love relationship. Zhao Zijie vowed to win her over with love, not violence.

But—all good ideas have one prerequisite: Zhao Zijie had to cure his sleepwalking problem. Only by curing this problem could Yuan Kexin stop suffering that inhuman torture and abuse. Having figured this out, Zhao Zijie felt a little better. Zhao Zijie even... Zhao Zijie searched extensively online using keywords like "sleepwalking" and found numerous articles about it on foreign websites.

He learned that sleepwalking is a sleep disorder, common in children—about 10% of people have experienced it once or twice. However, it's less common in adults, and if it occurs, immediate medical attention is necessary. The online information was plentiful and varied, but Zhao Zijie ultimately understood one thing: sleepwalking is a treatable sleep disorder. Knowing this made him very happy, and he planned to see a doctor first thing the next morning. He tightly bound the doorknob to his bedroom door with wire and then found a lock to lock the door from the inside. Holding the key, he pondered for a long time before finally hiding it in the top corner of a drawer, covering it with several layers of clothing.

He then took off his bathrobe, stuffed it into the bottom of a box, and changed... Wearing a tracksuit, Zhao Zijie had just settled into bed when he got up again, found another thin wire, moved the chair in front of the window, and then tightly tied the window latch to the iron hook on the windowsill with the wire. He then locked the window, bent the key, and threw it in the trash. Still not satisfied, Zhao Zijie dragged a cabinet to the window to completely block it. Then he sat on the bed and tied his legs tightly to the bed frame with a rope.

Zhao Zijie knew this wouldn't permanently solve the problem. He would see a doctor first thing tomorrow morning—but he had to prevent himself from "disturbing" his poor dream lover again tonight. Only after lying down did Zhao Zijie realize how exhausted he was. These past few days had been exhausting, both mentally and physically. He couldn't understand why he had sleepwalked so much but couldn't remember anything. He had committed such a brutal act in his dream. —Zhao Zijie had never had a dream like this before. What Zhao Zijie couldn't understand even more was how he could find this complete stranger's home in the middle of the night and subject her to the most cruel rape—a brutality that Zhao Zijie had always deeply hated and resented; he never bothered to read violent or pornographic content on certain websites. Zhao Zijie

was deeply disturbed—this poor Yuan Kexin had actually been trained by Zhao Zijie in his dream into a sex slave who dared not disobey him in any way, yet dared not report it to the police—her inner fear must have robbed her of any courage to resist. Zhao Zijie couldn't understand this absurd situation. His mind grew increasingly heavy, and he didn't stay awake for long before falling into a deep sleep. When Zhao Zijie woke up the next morning, his mind was a complete mess. Zhao Zijie felt that he had done something during the night... Zhao Zijie had many terrifying dreams, but he couldn't remember what they were about no matter how hard he tried.

Suddenly, he remembered the videotape he had watched last night, and the terrifying things about sleepwalking. Zhao Zijie vaguely felt that these were all dreams he had, but his mind was becoming increasingly clear. Just as Zhao Zijie was about to jump out of bed, he found that his feet were tightly tied to the bed. At first, Zhao Zijie was shocked, but then he immediately remembered what he had done before going to bed, and felt happy: it seemed that Zhao Zijie had stayed in bed all night and hadn't left the room. Zhao Zijie untied himself and found that the wire and lock on the front door were still intact, which reassured him even more. Looking at the window, the cabinet that Zhao Zijie had dragged there yesterday was still in the same place.

Zhao Zijie got up, dragged the cabinet aside, and let the morning sunlight into the room. Suddenly, Zhao Zijie saw that the wire that he had used to tie the latch yesterday was still there, but it had obviously been cut in the middle by something. A chill ran down Zhao Zijie's spine, and he was enveloped in extreme fear—Zhao Zijie felt as if a terrifying demon was inside him, one he couldn't escape. He frantically ran to Yuan Kexin's apartment, climbed the fire escape to her window platform, and then into her now empty room. He retrieved the cassette tape from the ventilation vent, then rushed home and plugged it into the player connected to his computer. The scene began in the room after Zhao Zijie had left the previous night—the empty, messy bed, the sound of Yuan Kexin showering in the bathroom—she must be washing away the urine Zhao Zijie had poured on her.

Zhao Zijie had no patience for this; he quickly skipped past it until the scene of Yuan Kexin turning off the light and going to sleep. Then, the scene brightened again—Yuan Kexin turned on the light, abruptly threw off her pajamas, jumped out of bed in terror, and collapsed to the floor facing the window, saying, "Kexin welcomes her master." Then, a dark figure appeared—wearing a tracksuit instead of a bathrobe—Zhao Zijie—who was holding several extremely thick iron chains. In the shot, Zhao Zijie was kicking Yuan Kexin's body wildly, cursing repeatedly, "You lowly slave! You want to stop me from coming? Huh? You want to lock me up, is that it?" (
Chapter 205, March 30th, Abusive Dreams, Part 6)

"Ah…no…no…Kexin welcomes her master."

"Lock me up? Not so easy. You lowly slave."

"Ah…"

Zhao Zijie stared in shock at himself on camera as he grabbed Yuan Kexin's hair and threw her forcefully onto the bed. He ripped off her underwear and used the chains he had brought to tightly bind her legs together, then tied one end of the chain to the headboard. Zhao Zijie then grabbed Yuan Kexin's hands at the other end and pulled them sharply towards the foot of the bed until her body was taut. He then jumped over and used two more chains to separate Yuan Kexin's hands and tie them to either side of the bed frame.

Yuan Kexin cried, her face upturned, almost sobbing, "Master, please punish Kexin." From the camera came Zhao Zijie's fierce shouts: "You wretched slave, you actually tried to lock me up and prevent me from coming? I'll beat you to death, you wretched slave!"

"Ah... Kexin... no... Kexin likes being punished by her master... ah... Kexin..." In a daze, Zhao Zijie took a leather object from a box under the bed and tied it to Yuan Kexin's genitals, like a chastity belt, tightly constricting her skin. Then Zhao Zijie took out a thin chain-like object from the box, with what seemed to be connected to something at both ends—Zhao Zijie quickly realized what it was—two clips, and round clips at that—Zhao Zijie cruelly clipped the clips onto Yuan Kexin's breasts.

Zhao Zijie finally understood that the two round marks on Yuan Kexin's breasts were caused by these clips. After being clamped, Yuan Kexin's eyes filled with tears, her lips trembling with pain. Her pitiful appearance shocked Zhao Zijie to the point of near groin—Zhao Zijie simply couldn't bear to watch, finding it hard to believe that the monster in the video was himself. However, Zhao Zijie in the video didn't just clamp Yuan Kexin's breasts—he inhumanly pulled the chain between the two clamps, forcibly suspending her body in mid-air—Yuan Kexin let out a heart-wrenching scream.

Zhao Zijie abruptly threw down the chain on the clamps, quickly pulled off his sweatpants, straddled Yuan Kexin's genitals, tore off and threw away the leather chastity belt, used his hands to spread her already bound legs as wide as possible, then thrust his penis into the girl's body. He then lifted the chain between the clamps, like holding the reins of a horse, and began thrusting in and out of her genitals.

Yuan Kexin pleaded in agony under Zhao Zijie's brutality, "Oh...ah...Master...spare Kexin...ah..." Lost in his lust, the inhuman Zhao Zijie only cared about his own pleasure, thrusting in and out while simultaneously yanking the iron chain attached to her breasts like a rein, pulling on Yuan Kexin until she nearly fainted from the pain. After a while, Zhao Zijie moved above Yuan Kexin's face, shoving his erect penis into her mouth, then lifted the chain again, forcefully pulling it up and down, making his penis pound wildly in her mouth.

Yuan Kexin's body writhed in the brutality, her face pressed against Zhao Zijie's crotch, a muffled, tearing sound escaping her throat . A heart-wrenching scream. Zhao Zijie felt ice-cold all over, his scalp tingling. He simply couldn't bear to see himself commit such a brutal and horrific act against this poor girl in his dream. In the dream, Zhao Zijie tormented Yuan Kexin for a long time, slamming the chains onto her breasts, then untying her hands and feet from the bed frame—but it didn't end there. Zhao Zijie then grabbed the chains from her breasts and forcefully pulled her entire body off the bed—Yuan Kexin, in extreme pain, arched her chest, trying her best to move in the direction Zhao Zijie was pulling.

Zhao Zijie pulled the chains around the room, while Yuan Kexin lay on the floor, still dragging two chains in her hands, desperately arching her chest. Clinging tightly to Zhao Zijie as he crawled—the painful cries deeply resonated with Zhao Zijie. In his dream, Zhao Zijie finally sat down, pulling Yuan Kexin close to his crotch. She immediately and willingly took his penis into her mouth, sucking and licking to please him, doing her utmost to bring him pleasure. Even so, Zhao Zijie continued to find ways to torture Yuan Kexin—pulling hard on the chain attached to her breasts, or grabbing the chain binding her hands and whipping her back, leaving bloody marks, all while constantly hurling insults and mockery.

Yuan Kexin frantically moved her head up and down faster and faster between Zhao Zijie's legs, desperately trying to satisfy his lust as quickly as possible. End the inhuman torture she had suffered. In his sleepwalking state, Zhao Zijie grabbed Yuan Kexin's hair and slammed her head against his crotch, forcing his entire penis into her mouth. His body convulsed continuously for a long time—it seemed he was ejaculating a large amount of semen into her mouth, almost all of it going down her throat, with only a small amount of white fluid flowing back down his penis.

Finally, Zhao Zijie, having satisfied his lust, threw Yuan Kexin to the ground. She lay motionless, curled up, seemingly unconscious—without even a groan. In the scene, Zhao Zijie was wearing… The clothes were hastily thrown out the window again, leaving the pitiful Yuan Kexin lying motionless on the floor—Zhao Zijie stared at her, his breath caught in his throat—nearly five minutes passed before Yuan Kexin finally caught her breath and began coughing violently, spitting the white semen from her throat onto her hands. Only then did Zhao Zijie let out a long sigh.

Zhao Zijie's heart trembled—once again, he saw himself in such a tyrannical state—in his dream, he was practically a demon. A chilling, bone-deep cruelty permeated Zhao Zijie's bones; every hair on his body stood on end, as if he were possessed by a ghost, unable to escape his body. Inside him was another, terrifying self that had become a demon. My God! How many more horrific rapes like this had Yuan Kexin endured these past few days? Zhao Zijie couldn't even imagine how he had learned such heinous and cruel methods. These were things he could never even dream of!

Zhao Zijie instinctively pulled up his pants, looking at his shrunken, limp penis, unable to believe it was still covered in Yuan Kexin's saliva from before midnight. Zhao Zijie suddenly remembered that in the video, each of his two appearances seemed to bring a new torture device: an electric shock device or chains. Where did he get these things? Zhao Zijie frantically rummaged through many old... He checked the bills and found Zhao Zijie's most recent credit card statement. As he suspected, many items were from an adult toy store—a store he knew, located on a street not far from his home, and seemingly open 24/7.

Zhao Zijie then found bills from previous months in a drawer. The records showed that he had been buying things from this store for the past two and a half months. He roughly tallied them up and found that he had bought things there at least thirty times. It was clear that Zhao Zijie bought things there every few days—sometimes over several consecutive days. In other words, Zhao Zijie would go to Yuan Kexin's place every day to torment her with the things he bought—sigh, Zhao Zijie never checked his credit card statements, otherwise he might have discovered his problem long ago.

Zhao Zijie was filled with fear; he really didn't know what worse things he might do—he was going to go crazy if this continued. Zhao Zijie didn't dare waste another second. He searched online for the nearest sleep disorder specialist, copied down the address, and rushed downstairs. He found the private clinic easily and eagerly tried to see a doctor, but was stopped by the receptionist: "Excuse me, sir, do you have an appointment?"

"Ah, I... I don't. I need to see a doctor, I have to see one today."

"No, sir, we only accept appointments here."

"I... I have an emergency, I have to see a doctor today."

"If it's an emergency, you should go to the emergency room of a regular hospital. We only see patients with sleep problems."

"I... I really do have sleep problems. You have to let me see a doctor, I beg you, miss."

"Well then, could you... uh... come the day after tomorrow?"

"The day after tomorrow? No. Absolutely not. I can't sleep right now—not even for a day. I have to see a doctor today." Seeing Zhao Zijie's frantic state, the secretary guessed his problem: "Alright. Please wait here, I'll go ask the doctor."

"Oh, thank you so much, Miss." Soon, the young lady returned and told Zhao Zijie to prepare to see Dr. Wang, and to fill out a form and pay the fee first. Zhao Zijie was eventually led into the doctor's room. As soon as he entered, Zhao Zijie excitedly told the doctor that he had discovered he was sleepwalking at night and asked if there was any treatment. "

Mr. Zhao, how did you discover you were sleepwalking?"

"I...I filmed it with a camera."

"Ah, very clever. Mr. Zhao, when did you discover it?" "

Yesterday. Just yesterday, I...I've been waking up lately and it seems like someone moved around in my room in the middle of the night, so I installed a camera, and I found out it was me sleepwalking."

"Ah, I see. I understand." "

Dr. Wang, can sleepwalking be cured? It's terrifying, I'm afraid to sleep anymore. You must help me."

"Ah, Mr. Zhao, don't worry. Sleepwalking is indeed a very dangerous condition, and it must be treated quickly. The vast majority of cases are curable. You made the right decision to come to me so quickly."

"Is this a very dangerous disease?"

Chapter 206 Abuse in Dreams, Part 7.

"Of course. Many sleepwalkers do what they dream about while they're asleep. Often it's just a hallucination. For example, someone might dream they can fly, so they 'fly' out of a window, and the result is horrific. Others have violent tendencies in their dreams, harming not only themselves but also others. Recently, there was a case in Arizona where a husband stabbed his wife twenty-five times while sleepwalking..."

Zhao Zijie gasped. Zhao Zijie completely believed the doctor's words—Zhao Zijie himself was unusually violent in his dreams.

"So, Dr. Wang, do you think a person might do things they would never do or even like to do while sleepwalking?"

"Ah, that's hard to say. Many people do things in their dreams that they can't do in real life but really want to do, and some people specifically do things they least want to do—dream theorists often explain this by saying that a person generally doesn't know what they subconsciously like to do—things you feel you dislike might actually be things you subconsciously want to do. What have you found yourself doing during your sleepwalking?"

Zhao Zijie certainly couldn't tell the story of his tyranny and Yuan Kexin; he was prepared to make up a story—the most important thing was to cure the illness; what Zhao Zijie actually did in his dreams wasn't important to the doctor. "Ah. I... I wake up in my dreams and cook." "

Haha, that's right. You must always feel like you're not full, and you'll get up in the middle of the night to eat."

"But I eat... those fried eggs. I've never liked fried eggs since I was little, and I've never eaten them in my life." "

I understand. Were you forced to eat fried eggs by someone when you were little?"

"No, not at all. I just don't like them. I don't find them appealing, and they don't arouse my interest. Besides, those violent things always upset me." "

What? Violent?"

"Ah... I mean, such a perfect, beautiful egg, broken and fried in oil, it looks... very violent and cruel."

Zhao Zijie was always thinking about his real sleepwalking, and he almost let it slip. "Haha. I understand now. You usually dislike those eggs because you dislike violent things. But precisely because you dislike violent things, you dislike the way eggs are fried, and you've never had the chance to taste what they're like." "And deep down in your subconscious, you just want to try what that taste is like."

"Huh?..."

"In short, a person can never truly understand what's in their subconscious. Perhaps what you dislike most is exactly what your subconscious most desires?"

Zhao Zijie was speechless, taken aback by the doctor's words. Thinking carefully about the violent and erotic novels that Zhao Zijie found repulsive, he didn't know what to say. "But, doctor, I... I've never fried an egg before, and I've never even learned how to fry an egg. Yet in my dream, I fried one very skillfully. How could that be?" "

Ah, well, you've seen people fry eggs, haven't you?"

"...Yes. Online...uh, I've seen it before."

"That's right. You know, a person's potential is amazing, definitely beyond your imagination. It's just that it's difficult for ordinary people to fully realize their potential. Not to mention something as simple as frying an egg, I once had a patient who could completely disassemble a radio in his dream and then put it back together—and he had never learned that skill, nor had he ever seen anyone repair a radio. I also have a patient who could compose extremely beautiful musical melodies in his dream. You could say that there are still many gaps in our understanding of human beings..."

Zhao Zijie listened to the doctor's explanation with great interest, feeling truly enlightened. Zhao Zijie suddenly remembered that the most important thing was how to cure his own problem, and quickly asked, "So, Dr. Wang, you said that sleepwalking can be cured, is that right?"

"Ah. Yes. First, you need to know the general causes of sleepwalking, or rather, how sleepwalking occurs. In your memory, did any of your parents or grandparents have sleepwalking?"

"...It seems...no. Could it be hereditary?"

"Not necessarily. But sleepwalking does have a hereditary tendency. Another major possible cause of sleepwalking is stress in life and long-term sleep deprivation. Understanding these will greatly help your treatment. Your profession is...uh, a private company CEO. Do you usually experience a lot of stress at work?" "

...It's usually okay. But we get very busy when it's time to deliver goods. At that time, we often work overtime and stay up late."

"That's it. To completely cure your sleepwalking problem, you need to properly arrange your life and work rhythm, try not to stay up late, and adjusting your sleep schedule is very important. You can try taking a vacation recently to relax."

"I understand."

"Also, it's best to develop regular living habits and not frequently disrupt your routine."

"Okay. Anything else?"

"Also, it's best not to live in a very high-rise building; it's dangerous for sleepwalkers. It's best to keep dangerous items out of reach, like knives." "

Ah...that's all?"

"In addition, you should drink plenty of water before bed each night. This will increase the pressure in your bladder, making it less likely for you to fall into a deep sleep for an extended period, thus greatly reducing the likelihood of sleepwalking."

"That's great."

"Also, it's best not to smoke. Smoking increases your tension and agitation."

"That's no problem. I never smoke."

"I'll prescribe two medications for you now. You must take them on time."

"Ah, that's great. I definitely will."

"This medication mainly treats your sleep disorder, and this one is to reduce your mental tension. Both are very effective. But you must complete the entire course of treatment, and with a healthy lifestyle afterward, you should be completely cured."

"That's wonderful. Thank you, Dr. Wang. You really saved me!"

Zhao Zijie bought the medicine and immediately began looking for a place to move. He found a ground-floor apartment on the other side of the city, far from Yuan Kexin's place. To get there, he had to take a bus, but the buses stopped running after 11:30 PM. Zhao Zijie was certain he couldn't possibly find his way that far in the dead of night. After seeing the doctor, hope returned to Zhao Zijie

's heart. Two weeks later, Zhao Zijie returned to Yuan Kexin's place. He rested in his newly rented apartment for two full weeks. During these two weeks, he strictly controlled his sleep and lifestyle, and strictly followed all the doctor's advice, including taking the two medications prescribed.

He also removed the camera from Yuan Kexin's room and installed it in his own room to observe Zhao Zijie's sleep at night—after two weeks, he observed no signs of sleepwalking. Every night, Zhao Zijie would frequently wake up to urinate, all because he had drunk a lot of water before bed. After this period of rest and adjustment, Zhao Zijie's confidence grew, and his desire to see the girl from his dreams—Yuan Kexin—became increasingly urgent. Zhao Zijie had been strongly restraining himself, hoping that once his illness was completely cured, he could begin a new relationship with the girl from his dreams—still a master-slave relationship, but no longer involving violence and sexual abuse, but a harmonious, consensual lovemaking.

Now it seemed that this crucial step—treating his sleepwalking disorder—had been effective. The remaining task was to find Yuan Kexin to carry out the next step of Zhao Zijie's "reform" plan—using the fact that Yuan Kexin still regarded Zhao Zijie as her absolute "master," to change Yuan Kexin's psychological role as a sex slave who was extremely afraid of Zhao Zijie, both mentally and emotionally. The goal was to make her no longer obey Zhao Zijie out of fear, but to make her truly love him, be grateful to him for freeing her from the nightmare of abuse, and thus willingly give herself to him. This would change

the psychological impact Zhao Zijie had on Yuan Kexin . The emotional wounds could only be healed by Zhao Zijie himself—this is what they mean by "the one who tied the knot must untie it." Zhao Zijie tried his best to suppress his agitated emotions, but he couldn't control the surging heat within him. The moment he saw Yuan Kexin return from work, his heart had been pounding with tension and excitement. Zhao Zijie knew there was nothing left to worry about, but the inexplicable tension within him made it difficult for him to calm down.

He took several deep breaths to steady himself. Controlling his emotions, Zhao Zijie didn't want to make any more mistakes. He held his breath and gently knocked on the door. There seemed to be some commotion inside—Yuan Kexin certainly hadn't expected Zhao Zijie to come looking for her right after she got off work. The door opened, and Yuan Kexin's expression upon seeing Zhao Zijie immediately turned into a mixture of surprise and delight, which made Zhao Zijie feel very comfortable. Zhao Zijie knew that this expression was mostly a deliberate act of fear towards him, but whether genuine or feigned, the look of surprise on Yuan Kexin's face was truly pleasing to him.

Yuan Kexin quickly closed the door behind Zhao Zijie, then turned to face him, quickly took off her outer clothes, and, wearing only a bra and panties, knelt down at his feet, trembling as she said, "Kexin welcomes Master." Everything was the same—but Zhao Zijie's feelings were completely different: he no longer felt the same mix of surprise and worry and fear as the first time; nor was he filled with misunderstanding and contempt for her as he had the last two times. Seeing Yuan Kexin so submissive to Zhao Zijie, Zhao Zijie felt mostly pity, joy, and a deep sense of satisfaction.

He spoke gently to Yuan Kexin on the ground, "Get up."

"Thank you, Master," Yuan Kexin said, her head bowed, her body trembling slightly. Looking at the half-naked Yuan Kexin, Zhao Zijie's passion began to swell; he longed to immediately pull her into his arms and caress her. But Zhao Zijie knew he couldn't rush things; he couldn't let her sense his rapid change. Most importantly, he wanted to maintain their master-slave relationship.

Zhao Zijie leaned closer to Yuan Kexin; her delicate fragrance stirred his heart and made his blood surge. Zhao Zijie suppressed the turmoil within him, gently grasped the girl's arms, brushed her hair back, and placed his hands on her shoulders. He spoke softly, "Kexin, from now on I'll call you Mengnu, okay?"

"Ah…Kexin will call you that, Master." Yuan Kexin was clearly surprised by Zhao Zijie's gentleness. Zhao Zijie continued, "Mengnu, will you obey me?"

"Yes, Master."

"Good, then kiss my lips."

"Ah…Yes, Master." Yuan Kexin seemed even more surprised. She had probably never received such a gentle command before. Accustomed to Zhao Zijie's unpredictable and violent temper in his sleepwalking state, she seemed very uncomfortable with his current tone. She kept her eyes lowered, not daring to look directly into Zhao Zijie's eyes, and slowly brought her lips to his, making a rather awkward, tactile kiss. Zhao Zijie was so nervous he dared not breathe, as if his heart had stopped beating.

Their lips remained pressed together for a while before Zhao Zijie slowly regained his breath. He then gently pressed his lips against her trembling mouth, gradually beginning to savor the exquisite sensation of kissing a woman. In that instant, Zhao Zijie clearly felt the boundless tenderness and love he felt for Yuan Kexin. His emotions welled up uncontrollably from the depths of his heart, causing him to instinctively press his hand against the back of Yuan Kexin's head, pressing her lips tightly against his own, passionately kissing her without letting go.

Zhao Zijie felt he could never get enough of Yuan Kexin's lovely lips, wishing he could kiss her forever. But in the end, Zhao Zijie released her, and they both turned their heads away, breathing heavily. Zhao Zijie leaned in closely to admire Yuan Kexin's cheeks, flushed from the effort, his heart overflowing with boundless love. Zhao Zijie was truly moved: by Yuan Kexin's beauty, and by their tumultuous love story. Zhao Zijie thought to himself that if he could heal Yuan Kexin's deep emotional wounds and bring her true joy and happiness, he would be willing to pay any price. Yuan Kexin said anxiously, "Kexin did wrong, please punish me, Master." Looking at her adorable, frightened expression, Zhao Zijie smiled inwardly. He pulled her to the bedside and said gently, "Mengnu, from now on, I won't punish you as arbitrarily as before. Okay?"

"Ah...Kexin did wrong, please punish me, Master." Seeing Yuan Kexin's panicked state, Zhao Zijie knew that her long-established mindset couldn't be broken so easily. He didn't argue with her, but simply smiled tolerantly, sat on the bed, pulled her down to sit sideways on his lap, wrapped one arm around her waist, and kissed her face and neck.

"Mengnu, I know you've suffered my punishments before. From now on, I will no longer punish you with violence, but will sincerely treat you well. Is that alright?"

"Ah... Master should punish Kexin. Kexin often makes Master unhappy. Kexin... deserves to be punished."

"Sigh... I'm very happy now, so naturally I won't punish you. Aren't you going to thank me?"

"Ah... Thank you, Master. Kexin..." Yuan Kexin's expression seemed complex, a mixture of surprise, doubt, and confusion. Zhao Zijie knew that it would take at least some time before she truly believed he wouldn't abuse her anymore. Zhao Zijie wasn't in a hurry to bring her to "wake up" immediately. He wanted to first use his current supreme status as "master" to have a good time with her, thus relieving the pent-up desire he'd been suppressing for two weeks. Zhao Zijie unhooked her bra, completely exposing her upper body; her beautiful breasts swayed before his eyes. He wrapped one arm around her waist and used the other to knead and caress her breasts, fully enjoying this body that was entirely his. "Mengnu, since I am your master, you must give me your body completely to enjoy. Understand?"

"Yes, Master... Ooh..." Yuan Kexin's body began to react under Zhao Zijie's stimulation, making Zhao Zijie extremely excited. Zhao Zijie put her down from his lap, took off his clothes one by one, and then pulled down Yuan Kexin's last piece of clothing, her underwear. He held her naked body tightly in his arms, slowly savoring the strange sensation of Yuan Kexin's naked body rubbing against his own. "Mengnu, kiss me well. You have to use some passion!"

"...Yes, Master." Yuan Kexin seemed to hesitate for a moment, probably not knowing what it meant to kiss passionately, and somewhat flusteredly pressed her lips to Zhao Zijie's. A stream of hot breath escaped from her slightly open mouth, making Zhao Zijie extremely excited. Zhao Zijie relentlessly responded to her lips, starting to kiss those intoxicating lips wildly, while at the same time pulling her body down onto the bed, pressing her beneath him, and his hands began to knead her breasts. Zhao Zijie slowly slid down, his lips kissing Yuan Kexin's chin, neck, and chest, then moving to her breasts and nipples. He opened his mouth wide and took her breasts in, greedily sucking on them like a milker, then gently teasing her nipples with his tongue.

Zhao Zijie grew increasingly excited, alternating between licking and sucking Yuan Kexin's breasts, then kissing down her smooth skin from the center of her chest, past her navel, across her abdomen, and into her pubic hair. Zhao Zijie spread Yuan Kexin's thighs with his hands, opening her vulva, and extended his tongue to kiss her private parts. His tongue touched a soft, moist patch of flesh, and his excitement was indescribable. Zhao Zijie used his hands to spread Yuan Kexin's labia wider, inserting his tongue deeper into her forbidden zone, constantly stirring and licking inside, greedily exploring that wonderful forbidden area.

Zhao Zijie raised his head with satisfaction, watching the tender flesh inside her rosy vulva tremble with each contraction and relaxation, and couldn't help but lick it a few more times with his tongue. Then Zhao Zijie got up, knelt between Yuan Kexin's thighs, and quickly rubbed his penis a few times with his hand, stimulating it to its hardest point, before slowly pressing it against her clitoris, preparing to penetrate. At this moment, Zhao Zijie raised his head and was surprised to see tears streaming down Yuan Kexin's face from the corners of her eyes. Zhao Zijie was bewildered as to why she was crying—was it excitement? Emotion? Or humiliation?

Zhao Zijie was stunned for a while, his penis, which was rubbing against her vulva, did not dare to thrust forward immediately, and he asked awkwardly, "Mengnu, what's wrong?"

"...Kexin...no, Master, aren't you going to punish Kexin...?" Looking at Yuan Kexin's pitiful appearance, as if she was asking for punishment again, Zhao Zijie felt that she was both cute and pitiful, and a little infuriating. Zhao Zijie found it impossible to have a normal conversation with her now. She would constantly bring up things like punishment, always thinking that Zhao Zijie would abuse her at any time. Zhao Zijie softened and said gently to her, "Don't cry. I won't punish you."

"...Master..." Yuan Kexin sobbed, but cried even harder. Zhao Zijie felt a little guilty, but his penis was like a loaded bullet ready to be fired. How could he give up without inserting it? Zhao Zijie asked again, "Mengnu, am I going to go in now?"

"Yes...Master...Kexin is not good...Please, Master..."

Zhao Zijie didn't wait for her to finish speaking. He thrust his hips forward and inserted his penis deep into Yuan Kexin's body. He put his hands on her chest and hugged her shoulders, slowly pressing his mouth against her slightly open mouth. Yuan Kexin obediently wrapped her arms around Zhao Zijie's neck and opened her lips obediently, letting Zhao Zijie's tongue enter her mouth and swirl around.

As soon as Zhao Zijie's penis entered the warm vagina, it swelled to its maximum size. An indescribable feeling of comfort surged from his lower body, bathing him in a warm, pleasant heat. Zhao Zijie began to thrust in and out of Yuan Kexin's body. His body pressed tightly against hers, lips to lips, chest to chest, the incredibly pleasurable stimulation made Zhao Zijie completely forget everything. "Aww!"

Zhao Zijie couldn't help but let out a joyful groan from the depths of his heart. Zhao Zijie slowed down his thrusting, slowly writhing his body, carefully savoring every thrust and friction on his beloved girl's body, while his tongue swirled in her hot mouth, enjoying the wonderful taste of the saliva in her mouth.

The pleasure gradually intensified, Zhao Zijie's lower body swelled more and more, and his blood surged throughout his body. Zhao Zijie involuntarily quickened his pace, his lips kissing Yuan Kexin's face and neck wildly, his hands tightly holding her neck, his movements becoming larger and faster. "Aww! Aww! Aww!" "Aww!"

Zhao Zijie's climax came quickly. His entire lower body was straining, as if he were using all his strength to pursue that intoxicating and blissful feeling inside Yuan Kexin's body. "Aww!"

Zhao Zijie completely let go, ejaculating a large amount of semen deep into Yuan Kexin's body, reaching the most intense climax of his life. For a long, long time, Zhao Zijie lay motionless on top of Yuan Kexin, slowly waiting for the ecstasy to gradually cool down.

Ah! This is what real sex is! Zhao Zijie mentally relived this unforgettable sexual climax, thinking that he could now possess this beautiful and charming Yuan Kexin forever, and play with her however he wanted. The excitement in his heart was beyond words. How lucky he was—all of this was thanks to Zhao Zijie's terrible sleepwalking, which was utterly absurd.

Zhao Zijie sat up and found Yuan Kexin still sobbing silently. Her tears seemed to have dried, but the melancholy and confusion in her eyes hadn't faded. Zhao Zijie knew that it would take some time before Yuan Kexin could experience the pleasure of sexual intercourse as easily and happily as he could. At least she needed to experience and appreciate Zhao Zijie's kindness first, and stop fearing him. Only then could she truly relax and genuinely accept his comfort. "Mengnu, how is it? Do you like us playing like this?"

"Ah...yes...Master. Kexin...as long as Master is happy, Kexin will..."

Zhao Zijie could sense the insincerity in her words, but she was still quite happy. Zhao Zijie climbed off her and saw her getting up to clean him up. He pushed her back down onto the bed. Although Zhao Zijie also enjoyed her service, he planned to slowly rebuild Yuan Kexin's self-esteem.

Zhao Zijie believed that she would genuinely and willingly do these things for him in the future, not just out of fear of his cruelty. Only then would Zhao Zijie achieve both spiritual and physical satisfaction. Such a docile lover truly delighted Zhao Zijie. He couldn't imagine how he had initially tamed Yuan Kexin in his dreams; it must have been filled with violence and bloodshed. Perhaps after Yuan Kexin had calmed down, Zhao Zijie would slowly and quietly pry into some details of that time, but the entire process of that history would forever remain a mystery.

Zhao Zijie put on his clothes one by one and said to Yuan Kexin, who was still lying on the bed, "Dream Slave, let's go out for something to eat."

"Ah?...Yes. Master...Thank you, Master."

Zhao Zijie noticed that when she heard that he was going to take her out to eat, her eyes suddenly lit up with a light, as if she were surprised and disbelieving, and perhaps also filled with fear and dread. Without hesitation, she immediately began picking up her panties and bra from the floor, glancing timidly at Zhao Zijie. She seemed still unconvinced that his kind invitation to dinner could have any good intentions. Only after receiving an encouraging look from Zhao Zijie did she slowly put on her clothes, one by one.

Yuan Kexin opened her wardrobe, somewhat bewildered as she rummaged through her clothes. After hesitating for a while, unsure what to wear, she finally turned to Zhao Zijie and asked in a trembling voice, "Kexin... what does Master want Kexin to wear?"

Hearing her question, Zhao Zijie felt a sweet warmth in his heart, like a wife asking her husband what to wear before he leaves the house. This satisfied his vanity. "Ah, you... just wear anything... uh, this one. This yellow one."

Zhao Zijie, of course, didn't care what she wore at all; he thought Yuan Kexin would look beautiful in anything. Zhao Zijie had never thought about what girls should wear, and such a question was truly difficult for someone who had never had a girlfriend to answer. But when Zhao Zijie saw the yellow dress she wore when they first met at the "Fenghua" supermarket and she performed oral sex on him, he immediately instructed her to wear this dress, which he was very familiar with. After saying this, Zhao Zijie could still feel the satisfaction of displaying his authoritative status.

The girl obediently pulled the dress over her head and carefully buttoned it up one by one. Seeing her dressed, Zhao Zijie immediately recalled that first encounter at the supermarket, and his heart began to race again. That encounter could be considered a turning point in their relationship. Today, Zhao Zijie was taking her out to dinner again, which could be considered another turning point in their relationship. Wearing this commemorative dress was perfect. Yuan Kexin picked out white stockings and slipped them onto her beautiful legs one by one, then found orange high heels to match the dress.

Zhao Zijie stared at Yuan Kexin dressed, his heart filled with emotion. Just a few weeks ago… Before, Zhao Zijie could never have imagined that he would possess such a beautiful woman. He hadn't even dared to dream of it. Zhao Zijie remembered the first time he saw Yuan Kexin unbutton the top two buttons of her dress; the mere glimpse of her breasts was enough to captivate him instantly. Now, Zhao Zijie could vividly picture every part of the alluring body beneath that dress in his mind.

Before they left, Zhao Zijie stopped Yuan Kexin and said gently, "Uh, Mengnu, from now on, I'll call you Kexin when we're out; and you, call me Shaoting. Don't call Kexin 'Master' in front of others; it's not good if people hear. Remember?" Yuan Kexin looked up at Zhao Zijie blankly, then lowered her head and replied, "Yes, Master."

Zhao Zijie knew that Yuan Kexin couldn't fully believe his sincerity in promising to stop being rough with her, so it was necessary to take her to public places, to let her be with him in a safe environment. Only in this way could she slowly forget Zhao Zijie's tyrannical side.

Zhao Zijie led Yuan Kexin to the street, making her hold his arm like a lover. The pleasure he felt was indescribable; he even hummed a little tune to himself: "My lovely Mengnu, kiss me, kiss me, kiss me, our lovemaking is wonderful, please don't pretend you don't love me… I kiss you left and right, up and down, it turns out my Mengnu is no simpleton. I've thought and thought, guessed and guessed, Mengnu, your mind is truly strange…"

Zhao Zijie first took her to a rather upscale restaurant. Seeing her flustered and nervous state, Zhao Zijie felt quite pleased with himself. Then, he took her to the movie theater, buying tickets and pulling her inside to watch the film, regardless of her wishes.

In the theater, Zhao Zijie simply kept his arm around her shoulder, respectfully refraining from making any advances, like a couple in the throes of first love. Zhao Zijie intentionally or unintentionally maintained that sense of reserve and shyness. After indulging in their romantic escapades, Zhao Zijie took her to a certain Lantern Festival restaurant on the way back. Eating Lantern Festival dumplings at this place, which held special meaning for both of them, filled Zhao Zijie with excitement. The only downside was that Yuan Kexin barely spoke all evening. She didn't initiate any conversation, and her responses to Zhao Zijie's questions like "Are you full?" or "Was the movie good?" were extremely brief. Moreover, she always addressed him with the term "master" in her soft voice, making Zhao Zijie feel incredibly awkward. Fortunately, no one was around when she spoke, otherwise Zhao Zijie wouldn't know what to do.

Zhao Zijie really wanted to walk around with her on the street forever, but Yuan Kexin was becoming increasingly impatient and anxious, making Zhao Zijie think it best not to go too far on this first day. Anyway… There would be plenty of opportunities later. They returned to Yuan Kexin's door, and Zhao Zijie gently removed her hand from his arm to open it. At that moment, Zhao Zijie noticed a particularly uneasy and anxious expression on Yuan Kexin's face. Yuan Kexin opened the door with almost trembling hands, turned around, and looked at Zhao Zijie with a strange expression. Her eyes seemed to be filled with tears, and her lips trembled, but she couldn't speak. Zhao Zijie knew that she must be deeply moved by his gentlemanly behavior that evening. She certainly hadn't expected that her once-tyrannical "master" could have such a gentle side, and she must be wondering why Zhao Zijie had suddenly become so considerate and kind to her.

Zhao Zijie smiled casually at her and said, "Mengnu, I had a very enjoyable evening. I'll often go shopping with you like this in the future, okay?"

"...Ah...what?" Seeing Yuan Kexin's distraught state, Zhao Zijie said to her again, "I said, I had a very enjoyable night, didn't you like it too?"

"Ah...yes...yes...as long as Master..." Yuan Kexin's eyes revealed obvious fear, which Zhao Zijie found hard to understand. But Zhao Zijie suddenly understood why she was suddenly so afraid: every time Zhao Zijie treated her most brutally, it was while he was sleepwalking in the middle of the night. So now, as night approached, seeing Zhao Zijie unconsciously generated a great fear in her heart—although she didn't know about Zhao Zijie's sleepwalking.

Chapter 207 Abuse in Dreams Part 8

But she must have already sensed the huge contrast between Zhao Zijie's behavior at night and during the day. Zhao Zijie said to her in a very gentle but serious tone, "I won't go in. Get a good night's sleep. I won't bother you in the middle of the night anymore, don't worry. I won't bother you in the middle of the night anymore." Yuan Kexin stared at Zhao Zijie with teary eyes, seemingly unable to believe his words. Her voice trembled with fear as she stammered, "Master...don't...want Kexin... anymore?"

"What? Ah! How could I not want you? Didn't I tell you? I'm very happy with you, and I'll come to see you often, just not in the middle of the night. Of course, you'll always be my good Kexin. It's getting late, you should rest well." Yuan Kexin's tears fell uncontrollably, her eyes filled with pity, confusion, and fear, making Zhao Zijie's nose sting. Zhao Zijie knew she must be moved by his actions that evening, but she also couldn't fully believe her nightmarish life was over. It seemed only time would allow her to fully understand his kindness. Zhao Zijie gave her one last, affectionate look, then resolutely turned and left.

The next day, when Zhao Zijie returned to Yuan Kexin's place, he carried a bouquet of flowers. Zhao Zijie was now like a boy experiencing first love, his entire being filled with sweetness, constantly calling Yuan Kexin's name in his heart, his mind filled with images of her alluring naked or semi-naked body. Zhao Zijie nervously knocked on Yuan Kexin's door, his heart pounding like a rabbit's. Yuan Kexin slowly opened the door, her face unusually pale, her red eyes suggesting she hadn't slept all day—she was still wearing the yellow dress they'd worn the day before. Seeing the flowers in Zhao Zijie's hand, she looked utterly bewildered and lost. Seeing

her haggard appearance, Zhao Zijie's earlier excitement vanished. He realized that Yuan Kexin probably couldn't truly believe the promises he'd made to her. This proved that she must have spent last night in a state of turmoil, filled with both fear and intense anticipation. It seemed he had been too hasty in celebrating; it would likely take a long time for Yuan Kexin's deeply wounded heart to fully recover. Yuan Kexin ushered Zhao Zijie into the room, closed the door, silently took the flowers from his hands, and tossed them onto the table without even looking at them.

Zhao Zijie suddenly realized that Yuan Kexin's behavior today was unusual—she hadn't performed her usual welcoming "ritual" of taking off her clothes, kneeling before him, and saying, "Kexin welcomes Master." Zhao Zijie quickly calmed down, thinking: This might be a good sign—she might be beginning to believe in Zhao Zijie's goodwill; at least she no longer trembled with fear at the sight of him as before. Zhao Zijie then greeted her with a smile, "Mengnu, did you sleep well last night?"

"..."

"Ha, Mengnu, I was just about to tell you that you don't have to kneel down when you see me from now on... Hey, Mengnu, what's wrong with you today?" Yuan Kexin's face turned even uglier, her eyes filled with panic, contradiction, and anger shooting like two sharp arrows at Zhao Zijie. She stared directly at Zhao Zijie and said with great hatred, "You...you are not my master!" Ah! So that's how it is. It seemed Yuan Kexin had figured out the drastic change in her "master's" personality. Zhao Zijie had been prepared for her reaction, but he hadn't expected her to react so quickly and suddenly. However, this was good; it meant she was still clear-headed, contrary to Zhao Zijie's earlier concerns that she might suffer permanent mental damage from prolonged physical and emotional torment.

Zhao Zijie chuckled, bringing his face close to hers, and said with a smile, "What? Doesn't it look like you? Take a closer look?"

"No! You do look extremely alike. But you are definitely not my master. Who are you?"

"Haha, Mengnu, if I'm not your master, then who am I?"

"You… my master is definitely not like you."

"Really? What's wrong with my appearance?"

"My master… he… he…"

"He's not as good as me, is he?"

"You… who exactly are you?"

Seeing her anxious and panicked state, Zhao Zijie felt surprisingly relieved. Zhao Zijie, unable to bear teasing his beloved any longer, became slightly serious and slowly said, "Mengnu, listen to me patiently. I am indeed your master, there is absolutely no mistake. You may be wondering why I was so cruel to you before, but now I'm so good to you, isn't that right?"

"...My master...he...would never allow me to speak to him like that."

"Yes. I was very cruel for a time, causing you so much pain and torment. Thinking about it now still makes me very uncomfortable. But let bygones be bygones. I will never be cruel to you again, you can believe me..."

"You...oh no! You...you're not serious. You'll still punish me..."

"No! Listen to me. I won't punish you cruelly anymore, you can completely rest assured."

"You...you...it's impossible. Unless, unless you're not my master. You're not...you're not at all."

"Alas, Mengnu, of course I am your master. I used to come at night often, wearing a nightgown, with all sorts of torture instruments, beating and scolding you, cruelly abusing you, causing you so much suffering." "

No!..."

"Mengnu, what do you want me to say for you to believe me? Do you want me to inflict those brutal punishments on you again before you believe me? I used wires plugged into the electrical box to shock your breasts and genitals, clamped your breasts with chain clamps, and stuffed various things into your vagina and anus. All of this was so extreme and cruel that it chills me to the bone when I think about it now. So I've decided to never treat you like that again. Believe me."

"Ah? You... no. It can't be... how could you do this..."

"Mengnu, you don't need to doubt anymore. I am indeed your master. However, I will never let you suffer again. I will treat you well, just like yesterday. Okay?"

Zhao Zijie slowly approached Yuan Kexin, supporting her arms and steadying her almost collapsing body. Zhao Zijie knew she was still recovering from the initial shock and probably couldn't truly believe her hard times were over. But once she understood and began to trust Zhao Zijie, she would know his sincerity and genuine feelings for her. Yuan Kexin stared blankly at Zhao Zijie's shoulder, still seemingly disbelieving everything he said: "You really are my master?"

"Of course, Mengnu."

"Then you won't punish me anymore?"

"Yes, Mengnu. I will never be rough with you again, and I will never use violence to force you to do things you don't like. Is that alright?" Yuan Kexin seemed to suddenly wake up, asking Zhao Zijie urgently, "You...you...you don't like me anymore, you don't want me as Kexin anymore?"

"Mengnu, how could I not like you? I want you to be my Kexin forever."

"Then will you still punish Kexin like before? You will, won't you?"

"No. Didn't I say I will never use violence against you again?"

"I didn't do well before, did I?"

"Mengnu, what are you saying? I love you. I like you. And you've always done very well; it's all my fault. I will never use violence against you again."

"...You..."

Zhao Zijie suddenly felt anger and disappointment in her eyes, which he couldn't understand at all.

"Mengnu, don't you believe me? You think I've been lying to you?" Yuan Kexin suddenly flung Zhao Zijie's hand away and shouted angrily, "Get away from me! You're not my master! You can't be my master!" Yuan Kexin's agitated state caused Zhao Zijie great pain. Zhao Zijie suddenly realized that he couldn't convince her that he was indeed the master she had always called him—Zhao Zijie began to regret that he had changed too much, too quickly, and too eagerly. As a result, the personality Zhao Zijie now displayed in front of Yuan Kexin was so different from his previous violent temper that how could she not be suspicious?

Zhao Zijie softened his tone slightly and spoke more patiently to Yuan Kexin, "Mengnu, I know why you think that way. It's because my personality has changed a lot recently. I used to be too violent towards you, causing you a lot of suffering. Now I want to change myself. How can you not acknowledge that I am your master? Do you have to see me being cruel to you before you believe me?"

"Ah...you...your personality...how could...it's impossible. You can't be my master, you don't need to lie to me anymore."

"Mengnu, I really am not lying to you. I have truly had a change of heart and don't want you to suffer any more physical torment. Besides, I think playing nicely like we did yesterday is much more fun than that kind of violent play. Do you like that kind of cruelty and violence?"

"How my master treats me is none of your business. He has the right to treat me however he wants. But you..."

"Is that so? Fine, Mengnu, then I also have the right to be gentle with you, to love you. I also have the right to choose not to abuse you anymore, right?" Yuan Kexin suddenly became unusually resolute, staring directly at Zhao Zijie with a look of intense hatred, and said, word by word, "You...you locked up my master and then came here to impersonate him. You can't fool me, who are you really?"

Zhao Zijie recalled that on his last sleepwalking night two weeks ago, when he came here to wreak havoc, he had said things like "lock me up and don't let me come," and Yuan Kexin had actually believed him. Zhao Zijie felt that all of this was so absurd and laughable, yet he was truly helpless.

"Sigh, what do you want me to say for you to believe me? Let me put it this way, even if you believe that there really is another tyrannical master, if Zhao Zijie can no longer abuse you, can no longer treat you as his slave, rape you, or beat and abuse you at will, tell me, wouldn't you be happy?"

"Hmph! You really were a fake all along! Ugh...you...you tell me, what happened to my master? What did you do to my master?"

Zhao Zijie was genuinely both amused and exasperated by her words. But Zhao Zijie was immediately surprised to notice that her words revealed a concern for her "master"—had her mind been twisted into a mindset of truly believing herself to be a slave? Would she refuse the opportunity Zhao Zijie offered to free her from slavery? Was she still living in a nightmare, accustomed to being that "master's" sex slave and unwilling, afraid, or unable to adapt to an independent life without a "master"?

It seemed that it would take a lot of effort to fully wake her up. Zhao Zijie lowered his voice and said to her in a gentle but sincere tone, "Mengnu, you don't need to guess anymore. Your master really is me, there really is no one else. Do you remember, I have a scar on my waist from when I was a child, it's very obvious?"

As Zhao Zijie spoke, he unbuttoned his clothes, exposing his upper body to show her the scar. Yuan Kexin stared at the scar with shocked eyes. She gently touched it with trembling hands, and suddenly her body seemed to be electrocuted, jerking backward and pressing against the wall. She looked at Zhao Zijie with a terrified expression, muttering, "This...it's impossible...you...you...ow...ow..."

Zhao Zijie watched as tears slowly streamed down Yuan Kexin's face, flowing more and more until they formed a stream. Her lips trembled slightly, the trembling intensifying until she finally cried out. Her cries grew louder and louder, eventually turning into a wail. She bent over in agony, sobbing, lower and lower until she could no longer support herself, squatting against the wall and finally sitting on the ground. Zhao Zijie was utterly stunned—Yuan Kexin's pain was so terrifying yet so real, intensely affecting Zhao Zijie, who stood by witnessing it all. Each of her cries was like a rope tied to Zhao Zijie's heart, tightening his grip and piercing every cell in his body.

Zhao Zijie had never expected that Yuan Kexin would still be in such pain and despair even knowing her nightmarish life was over. Zhao Zijie's honesty not only failed to comfort her but also deeply wounded her, leaving her heartbroken. Zhao Zijie couldn't understand any of this. Had Yuan Kexin's mind truly developed a perverse distortion under the long and cruel torture, mistaking pain for relief and relief for pain? Masochism—a word Zhao Zijie had once loathed—surfaced in his mind again.

No. Perhaps she simply couldn't accept this sudden, absurd change; perhaps she simply couldn't understand or believe the sincerity of Zhao Zijie's promise to end his tyranny. After all, Zhao Zijie couldn't properly explain it all to her—he couldn't tell her that all the suffering she had endured was just his sleepwalking—he couldn't add more chaos to her already confused mind—he couldn't risk permanently driving her insane. Zhao Zijie sat on the floor, leaning against the bedpost, watching his beloved sobbing uncontrollably against the wall, numbly contemplating how to handle the situation. For a long time, they sat there, the air in the room thick with painful tension. Yuan Kexin's sobs gradually subsided, turning into intermittent sobs. Tears had soaked her yellow dress, revealing a small portion of her white bra underneath. Unable to endure the horrific stalemate any longer, Zhao Zijie broke the silence: "Mengnu, do you really like me abusing you?"

"..."

"Could it be... if you really like it, I can... like before, whip you, electrocute you, use... other cruel methods to torture you, make you..."

"Ah... you... oh... really..." Seeing the sudden expression on Yuan Kexin's face, Zhao Zijie felt a sharp pain in his heart—she had truly been driven to masochism by Zhao Zijie. She actually wanted Zhao Zijie to torture and abuse her. "...Mengnu, you really

like that, don't you?"

"Oh..." The pent

-up frustration in Zhao Zijie's chest grew stronger, and the anger in his heart intensified. Zhao Zijie didn't know who he should hate—this pitiful, but somewhat perverted masochist, or himself, the instigator of this whole mess. Zhao Zijie suddenly jumped up and roared at Yuan Kexin on the ground, "You... fine then. You... you... you lowly slave!"

"Ah..."

"What... what are you still sitting there for? Aren't you going to... crawl over here?"

"Ah... yes... yes... Master!" Seeing Zhao Zijie suddenly become violent again, Yuan Kexin's eyes, which had been completely dazed, flashed with lustful vitality again. She immediately crawled to Zhao Zijie's feet on all fours, calling out "Master" in fear once more. An indescribable resentment suddenly erupted in Zhao Zijie's heart. He squatted down, grabbed Yuan Kexin's hair, lifted her face, and roared at her viciously, "Fine! You lowly slave, why aren't you taking off your clothes? Why aren't you taking out all your toys?"

"Ah... yes. Kexin deserves to die... please punish me, Master." Yuan Kexin agreed as she quickly took off her skirt, then rolled over and dragged out the box from under the bed, and once again knelt at Zhao Zijie's feet.

Seeing the box full of messy torture instruments, Zhao Zijie was shocked again. He knew he couldn't bear to use these things on such a delicate woman's body, even though he knew she would rather endure these brutal punishments. He lifted her by one leg and one arm, throwing her face down on the bed. Gritting his teeth, he picked out the whip from the box and kicked it under the bed. He swung the whip in the air, making a crisp "crack!" sound. Yuan Kexin's body trembled violently on the bed, as if she were shivering in a cold wind. She couldn't help but let out a soft moan, as if she had been struck, her trembling voice mixed with a yearning, wanton cry.

Zhao Zijie could no longer suppress his disappointment and resentment, and lashed the whip across Yuan Kexin's back, leaving a red mark on her skin. Yuan Kexin let out a painful "Ouch!" through clenched teeth, her whole body trembling. With each lash of the whip, Zhao Zijie felt as if he himself had been brutally struck; the excruciating pain pierced his heart like a needle. Zhao Zijie's mind went blank; he mechanically swung the whip, striking Yuan Kexin, who lay prone on the bed, again and again—Zhao Zijie's own body felt as if it were being whipped, trembling in agony, eventually becoming numb, his mind growing increasingly chaotic.

"Snap!" The bra strap on Yuan Kexin's back snapped from the repeated lashes. Zhao Zijie stared blankly at Yuan Kexin's snow-white back, now covered in welts from his whipping, standing by the bed in a daze. Zhao Zijie couldn't imagine that whipping his beloved would feel so intense, a hundred times more intense than the last time he had whipped her. Yuan Kexin's body trembled slightly, the sounds emanating from her mouth not like pain, but rather like joyful moans of pleasure. Zhao Zijie looked down at her crotch and was incredulous to find that her panties were soaked with her vaginal fluids. He threw down the whip in a daze. He

drifted off into a hazy dream. Fragments of the previous night floated into his consciousness—the continuous "slap slap slap slap" of the whip, Yuan Kexin's heart-wrenching cries, her wet vulva beneath her white panties, and the climax of his own penis ejaculating in her warm mouth. Yuan Kexin's beautiful, delicate face became increasingly clear in Zhao Zijie's mind—he gradually recalled many details of the previous night—though they all seemed like a dream. First, Yuan Kexin no longer acknowledged Zhao Zijie as her master; then, upon seeing the scars on his waist, she began to weep uncontrollably; then, she showed a look of surprise and delight when she heard Zhao Zijie say he would return to his old ways of abusing her.

Zhao Zijie remembered everything . It wasn't a dream. Zhao Zijie brutally whipped Yuan Kexin, breaking the straps of her bra behind her back, leaving her entire back red and swollen. Zhao Zijie was shocked to discover that her panties were soaked with sweat from the beating. Pulling them down, he confirmed that she had indeed become sexually aroused and was overflowing with vaginal fluid while being abused. Zhao Zijie painfully threw down the whip and stood blankly by the bed. The whipped Yuan Kexin willingly crawled down, knelt between Zhao Zijie's legs, and pulled down his pants. She diligently licked his glans, then took his erect penis into her mouth, gently and passionately performing oral sex on him until he ejaculated a thick stream of semen into her mouth.

Zhao Zijie didn't know whether her oral sex was fulfilling her duty as a sex slave or a grateful return for the whippings he had given her. Zhao Zijie simply stood there, the intense stimulation from his penis reminding him of the oral services she had given him in the elevator, but he no longer felt the physical excitement and spiritual shock of that time. He erupted violently in her mouth; the intensity of the orgasm still made his legs tremble, but he could no longer experience that dual pleasure of mind and body.

Zhao Zijie couldn't believe she was truly a masochist; he refused to believe it. He pulled her up and embraced her, bringing her body to the bed. He kissed her face, neck, and ears passionately, gently stroking her scarred back, repeatedly apologizing from the bottom of his heart, and kissing away her tears.

The intimate embrace and friction between Zhao Zijie and her bodies caused Zhao Zijie to involuntarily become erect. He pushed her down onto the bed, inserting his hard penis into her wet vagina, thrusting passionately inside her, and ejaculating his pleasurable semen deep into her warm vagina during a peak orgasm. Zhao Zijie remembered lying on top of her for a long, long time after ejaculating, before slowly drifting off to sleep. Suddenly, Zhao Zijie woke up, remembering that he should still be in Yuan Kexin's room, in her bed. Zhao Zijie abruptly opened his eyes; the morning sunlight was already streaming into the room through the curtains.

Zhao Zijie sat up abruptly and found himself indeed sleeping naked in Yuan Kexin's bed, but Yuan Kexin wasn't there. Zhao Zijie looked up and suddenly saw her—she was pitifully wrapped in a blanket, slumped listlessly in the corner, the tear tracks under her swollen eyes showing that she had been crying for a long time. Zhao Zijie jumped out of bed, looking at the pitiful Yuan Kexin in a daze, wondering what had happened while he was asleep. Yuan Kexin slowly raised her head, looked at Zhao Zijie with lifeless eyes, and coldly said, "Go away."

Zhao Zijie vaguely recalled everything from yesterday, still not understanding why his dream slave was speaking in such a cold tone. A sense of foreboding rushed to his head.

"Dream slave, what's wrong with you? I'm your master, why are you..."

"Go away. You're not my master. Go away... please go away."

Zhao Zijie was both confused and nervous, not understanding why she was arguing with him again that he wasn't her master. Could it be—could it be that Zhao Zijie sleepwalked again last night? A chill rose from the soles of his feet. But, that's not right. If he really started sleepwalking again, Zhao Zijie would go berserk towards her again, and she should be even happier. "Dream slave, what's wrong with you? Have you forgotten what we said yesterday?" "Have you forgotten the scars on my body? I am your master, there's no mistake. You like me punishing you, and I will punish you severely, just like I did to you before. Okay?"

"No! You... are not my master. My master is... go away."

Zhao Zijie suddenly realized that speaking to her so gently was not the tone of a master to a slave. To make her acknowledge Zhao Zijie as her master, he had to show his tyrannical temper. Thinking of this, Zhao Zijie immediately hardened his face and roared at her in a strangely fierce tone, "You... you lowly slave. How can you not acknowledge your master? Crawl over here now, and I'll punish you." Yuan Kexin acted as if she hadn't heard, sitting with her head down on the blanket, not moving at all in the face of Zhao Zijie's fierce command. Zhao Zijie became increasingly anxious. Zhao Zijie roared even more fiercely, "Did you hear me? If you don't move... I'll... Fine! See if I don't punish you." As he spoke, Zhao Zijie picked up the whip he had left behind yesterday and lashed it out loudly at Yuan Kexin's knee, who was wrapped in a blanket. Yuan Kexin frowned and glared at Zhao Zijie resentfully, unmoved by the whip. She remained seated, and said to Zhao Zijie again in an extremely cold tone, "Go. You are no longer my master. Don't come back." Seeing that look in Yuan Kexin's eyes, Zhao Zijie held the whip but couldn't bring himself to strike. A mix of emotions welled up inside Zhao Zijie; his whole body felt like it was pierced by needles of pain and disappointment, leaving him wounded all over.

Zhao Zijie suddenly understood Yuan Kexin's feelings—when she said Zhao Zijie was "no longer" her master, she was telling him that although she acknowledged he had once been her master, he was no longer—he was no longer worthy. Any further whipping or punishment he might receive was merely an act, devoid of sincerity. A wave of overwhelming fear washed over Zhao Zijie—he felt ice-cold all over, his blood seemed to freeze, and his heart felt like it was about to stop beating. Zhao Zijie was about to lose Kexin forever—the Kexin who had once captivated him, haunted his dreams, and filled him with pity and sorrow—she could only remain a Kexin in his dreams. Zhao Zijie was thrown into a state of utter confusion, frozen in place, unable to utter a single word.

After a long while, he slowly pulled on his pants, dressed, and walked blankly out of Yuan Kexin's room. The sky was clear, yet it couldn't dispel the dark clouds that clouded Zhao Zijie's heart. Was Zhao Zijie really going to lose his dream slave? Good heavens! That was terrifying—that beautiful, alluring body, that obedient soul. Didn't she enjoy being abused? Why didn't she react when Zhao Zijie whipped her again? Did she think he hadn't whipped her hard enough? Did she think Zhao Zijie's abuse yesterday was just a charade, lacking sincerity? Did she really need that real, inhuman, irrational brutality? Did Zhao Zijie have to move back to their old place, start sleepwalking again, and brutally torment her in her dreams before she would accept him as her master? Was only brutality able to maintain that master-slave relationship?

Zhao Zijie shook his head in anguish. Even if he could truly recover from his original, terrible sleepwalking, he couldn't bear to... That terrifying, inhuman, subconscious cruelty within himself—and even if Zhao Zijie could reclaim his lost dream slave in his dream, it was still just a dream! Zhao Zijie didn't want to dream! Zhao Zijie wanted the real Kexin—the real Kexin in this real world! But the dream slave refused to accept Zhao Zijie in the real world, refused to acknowledge him as her master.

No! Zhao Zijie had to go back! Zhao Zijie had to persuade his dream slave. Even if she refused to acknowledge him as her master, as long as she was willing for him to be her friend, that would be fine—Zhao Zijie had never clung to the master-slave relationship maintained by violence—Zhao Zijie wanted love! That natural, mutual love! Yes! What the dream slave needed most right now was the comfort of a friend, wasn't it? Who else could she confide in besides Zhao Zijie about her chaotic and desperate feelings? Her twisted soul... Besides Zhao Zijie, who else could she open up to?

Zhao Zijie rushed back to Yuan Kexin's door, banging frantically and shouting like a madman, "Mengnu, open the door! Mengnu, open the door!" There was no response. Zhao Zijie continued to pound on the door, but there was no movement—a deathly silence. Zhao Zijie's heart raced even more—he dared not think of anything worse. He dashed downstairs, climbed the fire escape, jumped onto the platform in front of Yuan Kexin's window, and flung open the window, leaping into the room. As Zhao Zijie's eyes adjusted to the light, he found himself facing Yuan Kexin's confused and surprised gaze.

Seeing that she was unharmed, Zhao Zijie's pounding heart calmed slightly. He gasped for breath and said to Yuan Kexin, "Mengnu, you...you...listen to me...if you don't want to admit I'm your master...that's fine...but listen to me...we're still friends...right? We..."

"You...didn't I tell you to leave? You can't be my master...Go away..."

"Mengnu, listen to me..."

"Go...don't come in through this window again. This window is for my master. Please don't come in here...and don't ever come back."

"Mengnu. You...I am your master. If you need me, I can do what I used to..."

"You should leave now. My master has a terrible temper. If he comes and sees you here, I don't know what he'll do to you. You'd better leave!"

"Ah? Mengnu? You still think that tyrannical master will come?"

"Go away! Go away! I don't want to see you anymore... Waaah... You... Go away! Waaah..." Yuan Kexin suddenly burst into tears. She wailed incessantly, frantically pushing Zhao Zijie towards the door.

Seeing her in such agony, Zhao Zijie felt a knife twist in his heart. He couldn't bear to see his beloved suffer such cruel torment, and he was powerless to help. Zhao Zijie was finally pushed out of the room and locked outside—the heart-wrenching cries still echoed from inside. Zhao Zijie's heart shattered. He knew Yuan Kexin was delirious; she was somewhat deranged—knowing full well that Zhao Zijie was her master, yet still fantasizing that another tyrannical master would climb in through her window. Good heavens! It was all Zhao Zijie's fault! March 30th,

Chapter 208: Abuse in a Dream (Part 9)

Zhao Zijie was gripped by a desperate fear. It was nearly 1 a.m. when Zhao Zijie arrived at the sex shop. He was wearing his usual bathrobe, his eyes red from staying up all night. Zhao Zijie had spent the entire day waiting for midnight to arrive. Zhao Zijie knew that this was roughly the time he started sleepwalking before, and he hoped to have a lucid sleepwalking experience today—he wanted to buy a torture device here first, and then, as if he were truly sleepwalking, suddenly appear at Yuan Kexin's window—she didn't seem to fully believe that Zhao Zijie was truly her master; she seemed to still be waiting for her real "master" to arrive.

Zhao Zijie couldn't bear to lose his dream slave. How could he lose her? Moreover, the dream slave also needed Zhao Zijie—though not the lucid Zhao Zijie, but the violent Zhao Zijie in his dreams. Zhao Zijie couldn't go back to his previous sleepwalking state—even if he could, he wouldn't want to go back to that—he wanted to possess her lucidly—possess Kexin from his dreams. As soon as Zhao Zijie entered the shop, the shop owner greeted him: "Oh, it's Zijie! Long time no see? Almost half a month, right?"

Zhao Zijie snorted coldly. The jumbled mess of things in the box under Yuan Kexin's bed must have all come from this shop—regardless of how much money this owner made in Zhao Zijie's dreams, just thinking about how so many horrific and cruel torture instruments were sold here made Zhao Zijie feel no goodwill towards this person. This owner could be considered an accomplice in the torment of Yuan Kexin—without these torture instruments from Zhao Zijie, Yuan Kexin's mind might not have become so twisted. The owner, still shamelessly smiling, said, "Ha, still the same old self. Zijie, would you like to see our new arrivals? They're quite special! You're guaranteed to like them."

Zhao Zijie snorted again, utterly contemptuous of Zhao Zijie's fawning manner, but unable to vent his anger. Zhao Zijie still needed to buy something here today. The shop owner pulled a cardboard box from under the counter and, in a mysteriously low voice, said to Zhao Zijie, "Zijie, this is newly arrived stock, imported from the provincial capital, not even on the shelves yet! Take a look." The owner opened the box, revealing plastic-packaged tubes of varying thicknesses, leaving Zhao Zijie completely bewildered. "Look, these are real enema kits! Made of metal, they won't break, and you can unscrew them for easy cleaning..."

Zhao Zijie stared in shock at the tubes, his disgust reaching its peak—he'd seen scenes of enemas in many gruesome novels on certain websites, which he'd assumed were absurd sexual fantasies concocted by perverts. How could such cruel forms of torture actually exist in real life? Who could endure such brutality? But he never expected this place to actually sell these horrific things—this only fueled Zhao Zijie's contempt for the sleazy-looking shop owner. Zhao Zijie frowned and pushed the item away—he would never subject his dream slave to such extreme cruelty and psychological humiliation. This was too much—even if Yuan Kexin enjoyed being abused, there had to be limits.

The shop owner awkwardly packed up the box, giving Zhao Zijie a dismissive look. Zhao Zijie ignored the shop owner and strolled into the store, nervously browsing the various items. He had been to this store before; on the right was a row of pornographic videotapes, and on the left were many sex toys—various vibrators, vacuum tubes, inflatable dolls, and other common sex toys. The real torture devices were on a shelf at the far end against the wall—they weren't visible from the outside, but once you turned the corner, those horrific things would be revealed.

Zhao Zijie hadn't known what was inside before, but after accidentally wandering in once, he began to realize that such extremely obscene and perverse torture devices were indeed available here. Zhao Zijie fled immediately, not daring to look closely—he never imagined he would one day actually come here to buy instruments of cruelty. Of course, Zhao Zijie had been here many times before—always in dreams beyond his control. Today was the first time he had entered this place soberly. The shelves were filled with a dazzling array of strange things, some of which he had seen in the box under Yuan Kexin's bed, but many more he had never seen before—and could not even imagine.

The packaging of various goods prominently featured shocking images of naked, tortured women, making Zhao Zijie feel nauseous—nipple clamps, lip clamps, iron needles and nails, various barbed phallus models, whips of all sizes and thicknesses, belt buckles, and many other bizarre shapes that Zhao Zijie couldn't describe; it was all there. Faced with this vast array of torture instruments, Zhao Zijie couldn't choose—he wanted something less cruel, but different from the things in Yuan Kexin's room.

Zhao Zijie finally chose a two-pronged vibrator, one large and one small, both covered in soft barbs about a centimeter long, indicating that it wasn't a typical sex toy, but a torture device designed to cause unbearable itching and numbness. The packaging depicted the larger one for insertion into a woman's vagina and the smaller one for insertion into the anus. What made this thing stand out most was its blood-red color, a horrifying sight. Zhao Zijie paid the bill at the shopkeeper expressionlessly; it was already past 1:30. Zhao Zijie quickly went to Yuan Kexin's apartment, skillfully climbing up the fire escape to the platform, then jumping to her window, taking a few deep breaths.

The tension made Zhao Zijie's heart pound—he was almost always in a state of extreme tension and excitement whenever he came to see Yuan Kexin. Zhao Zijie coughed loudly, then abruptly pushed open the window. The light inside came on, and Yuan Kexin sat up in bed, looking in panic at the familiar figure in a bathrobe jumping in through the window. Zhao Zijie's fierce face showed no tenderness. He coldly and viciously roared at Yuan Kexin, who was still half-sitting on the bed and seemed to have no color in her skin, "You lowly slave! You lowly slave! Why aren't you coming over here and crawling over?" Yuan Kexin seemed to wake up from her daze, her eyes revealing a sincere joy. She quickly took off her nightgown and scrambled to her feet, answering excitedly and tremblingly, "Kexin welcomes Master... Kexin deserves to die. Kexin has neglected Master, please punish Kexin." Hearing the word "punish" again, Zhao Zijie's anger immediately flared. Zhao Zijie took off his shoes and stepped on her smooth back, pressing her body hard to the ground: "You lowly slave. Do you especially like being punished by me?"

"Yes... Kexin likes Master's punishment."

Zhao Zijie's anger rose even higher. Zhao Zijie grabbed her hair, dragged her up and threw her onto the bed, making her scream in pain. Yuan Kexin's screams of pain clenched Zhao Zijie's heart. Although he knew she was truly warped by his past absurd sleepwalking, her mind twisted to the point of finding pleasure in pain, even the most numb person would find such piercing cries unbearable.

But Zhao Zijie had no choice—he had to play this twisted role; only by treating her brutally could he gain her acceptance as his master. Zhao Zijie abruptly pulled a box from under the bed, found several chains, and bound Yuan Kexin's hands and feet to the bed frames at opposite ends, forcing her to lie flat on the bed in a spread-eagle position, unable to move. He violently ripped off her bra and tore her panties, exposing her completely naked—with each tear, she screamed in terror, like the helpless cry of a pure virgin facing inescapable rape. Zhao Zijie picked up the blood-red mold and waved it in front of her eyes, hurling insults and mockery at her: "You lewd, lowly slave, do you want something like this?"

"Ah... Ouch... Yes... Yes... Master... Kexin is very lewd."

Zhao Zijie untied his robe, took off his underwear, and sat down on her stomach, pressing down on her so hard that she screamed "Ah ah!" The screams pierced Zhao Zijie's eardrums and invaded his nerves, causing him unbearable pain. Zhao Zijie had to lift his buttocks slightly to reduce the weight on her. At the same time, Zhao Zijie forcefully inserted the thick end of the blood-red mold into her already wet vagina, and then bent the smaller end and inserted it into her anus.

Zhao Zijie turned on the switch, and Yuan Kexin's moans behind him immediately turned into... A pitiful scream erupted—her agonizing cries cut like sharp knives into Zhao Zijie's heart. But Zhao Zijie had to be ruthless—he was now the sleepwalking, tyrannical Zhao Zijie; the merciless, inhuman Zhao Zijie; the brutal Zhao Zijie driven by his subconscious. But Zhao Zijie was conscious! He was fully awake! It was like having his chest scalpel cut open without anesthesia. Even though Zhao Zijie knew that every pain he inflicted on Yuan Kexin might bring her pleasure, her agonizing screams were like powerful electromagnetic waves, amplifying every single pain. The pain surged back to Zhao Zijie's heart—an unbearable agony!

Zhao Zijie couldn't bear to look at the blood-red torture device ravaging Yuan Kexin's lower body any longer. He rolled over, picked up the round nipple clamp with a chain from the box, hesitated for a moment, then threw it away—the image of him cruelly pulling on that chain in his sleep that day made him want to vomit just thinking about it. He picked up another nipple clamp he'd seen in a sex shop, which felt slightly better. Zhao Zijie pressed his hands firmly against Yuan Kexin's breasts, clamping her two nipples together as shown in the packaging. Yuan Kexin's throat tightened again... She let out a series of pitiful groans, her whole body writhing in agony—Zhao Zijie's heart twisted and clenched with her pain.

Zhao Zijie performed these actions mechanically, a hazy feeling slowly creeping into his mind. In the room filled with the air of pain, he could no longer clearly distinguish his every movement. Zhao Zijie straddled her abdomen, pressing his penis between her clamped breasts. To penetrate deeper, he cruelly lifted the nipple clamp, causing Yuan Kexin to scream in agony. "You're a slutty, lowly slave. You just like being raped and violated."

"Aww...awww...yes...Master..."

Zhao Zijie grew increasingly enraged, taking a whip from the box and placing it in front of her head. Then, kneeling directly in front of her face, he shoved his penis into her mouth, lifted her hair, and began to thrust violently into her oral cavity. The moment it entered her warm, moist mouth, Zhao Zijie's penis immediately swelled and enlarged. The burning sensation made him involuntarily let out a comfortable groan in his throat—the pleasure mixed with the pain in his heart was like a few drops of cool water sprinkled on dry, cracked, thirsty lips, making Zhao Zijie desperately want more and more.

Ignoring Yuan Kexin's pain, Zhao Zijie tightly grabbed her hair, shaking her head back and forth, and forcefully thrusting his iron-like penis into her throat—Zhao Zijie had begun to go mad! Zhao Zijie then picked up the whip that was placed aside, and while riding on her neck, he thrust his penis in and out, while also fiercely lashing her abdomen, genitals, and between her thighs from behind, as if whipping a horse's rump to urge it forward. Zhao Zijie's movements became more and more brutal and intense, causing Yuan Kexin's moans to gradually subside. Zhao Zijie had completely gone mad! Uncontrollable lust, like a runaway horse, surged violently to its peak as the hand gripping her hair shook her violently—an unprecedented climax! Gushes of vaginal fluid shot into her throat with Zhao Zijie's relentless thrusting.

"Aww! Aww! Aww! Aww!"

Zhao Zijie greedily climbed and extended through a strange web woven from pleasure and pain, all his consciousness lost in the violent fury of love and hate. Zhao Zijie abruptly slammed her head down, watching it slide limply to one side, her pitiful face contorted in agony, a trickle of foamy white fluid slowly oozing from the corner of her mouth. Zhao Zijie numbly cursed, "You filthy slave! You like me punishing you like this, don't you? You lewd filthy slave, you like this, don't you?"

"..."

"Say something! You filthy slave. You... Hey, say something!"

Zhao Zijie violently shook Yuan Kexin's cheeks, seeing her eyes tightly closed and unresponsive, a chill ran down his spine. Zhao Zijie, his heart pounding, shook Yuan Kexin's head violently, then leaned close to her mouth to feel her breath—Zhao Zijie was suddenly jolted awake from his dazed, violent state, his entire body plummeting from the peak of post-ejaculation pleasure to the depths of fear. Zhao Zijie desperately shook and called out to her, but she didn't respond. Terrified, Zhao Zijie immediately untied her hands, bent her body over, and slapped her back hard, hoping to expel the semen stuck in her throat.

More semen flowed from her mouth, but she remained motionless. Zhao Zijie was terrified, his hands and feet turning cold. He flipped her over again, threw away the clips on her nipples, and began breathing heavily into her mouth while pressing hard against her chest. Zhao Zijie went mad again—he frantically sucked at Yuan Kexin's mouth and pressed hard against her body, as if ravaging and ravaging this weak flesh. Just when Zhao Zijie was about to despair, Yuan Kexin suddenly coughed, spitting mouthfuls of semen onto Zhao Zijie—Zhao Zijie hugged her wildly, shouting, "Mengnu! Ah...Mengnu! You're awake! Mengnu! Ah!..." Yuan Kexin slowly opened her eyes, seeing Zhao Zijie's anxious and concerned gaze, and the white semen smeared on his mouth. "Ah? You..." She stared at Zhao Zijie in disbelief, then looked at her own body in confusion. Zhao Zijie said to her with deep affection, "Mengnu, you're awake! I'm so happy. I...I..."

Zhao Zijie's nose tingled, and tears welled up in his eyes, making him sob and unable to speak. Yuan Kexin suddenly sat up, forcefully pushing Zhao Zijie away, as if she had just woken from a terrible nightmare. She asked Zhao Zijie in a daze, "What happened to me? You just...knocked me down..."

"Mengnu, I...I knocked you unconscious...I desperately tried to give you CPR, and I finally managed to save you...I...I was so scared..."

"Ah? You..." Yuan Kexin's face showed a terrifying expression, her eyes were full of tears, and her lips trembled for a long time before she could speak. She finally held back her tears of unbearable grief, and with the strength she had mustered, she coldly said to Zhao Zijie, "You...do you know...how my master treated me?" Her words struck Zhao Zijie's heart like a hammer blow—his body jolted violently, and he immediately realized that Yuan Kexin had once again seen through him; he wasn't her true, tyrannical "master." "You...what are you saying, Mengnu?" Yuan Kexin suddenly seemed unusually clear-headed, telling Zhao Zijie in an extremely calm tone, "I am not your Kexin. You are not my master. My master would never treat me like this...oh...it's all fake..."

"...Mengnu, you...almost died! Do you understand?"

"Go! What does my life or death have to do with you? I don't need your help. Don't come back, never come back."

The sorrow in Zhao Zijie's heart was indescribable. Zhao Zijie, trembling, looked at Yuan Kexin's resolute expression and pleaded with her, "Mengnu, I...please...don't send me away...Mengnu...I really am your master, I..."

"Hmph! My master would never care whether I live or die, much less beg me. Have you ever seen a master beg his Kexin?" "

..."

Zhao Zijie felt a chill run through him, tears welling up but unable to fall. His mind was numb, unable to think, unable to believe that he had once again lost his Mengnu. "Get out! Get out now! Waaaaah..." Yuan Kexin's calm face suddenly erupted in painful sobs. She shook her head violently, her entire body writhing in agony. Zhao Zijie stared stiffly at Yuan Kexin, who was writhing on the bed, completely frozen in the abyss of despair.

Zhao Zijie moved back to his old apartment and stopped taking the medication prescribed by the doctor. He also started smoking—though he hated the smell and was often choked by the smoke. He stopped going to bed on time, ate haphazardly, and tried to make a mess of his life. He hoped to return to his old sleepwalking state. Yuan Kexin seemed to be in a state of mental collapse these days; he hadn't seen her leave the house for several days. For the first few days, Zhao Zijie knocked on her door every day—she never opened it, unwilling to let him in or speak to him—but he knew she needed him. Not the conscious Zhao Zijie, of course, but the Zhao Zijie of her dreams, controlled by her subconscious.

Zhao Zijie dared not try to jump in through the window to find her again; he didn't know how she would react, but she couldn't withstand any more stimulation—her fragile heart couldn't bear so much physical and mental pressure. Zhao Zijie knew she was waiting—waiting for her true "master." Zhao Zijie lived his days in a daze, not knowing when he would return to his dream, not knowing if he would return to Mengnu's side, and not knowing how Mengnu would react upon seeing her master. Zhao Zijie desperately wished for a drug that could instantly transport him into a dream world, into that sleepwalking realm.

He chain-smoked, reading one brutal erotic novel after another on a certain website. So many intensely stimulating descriptions, yet they failed to excite him. A rustling sound came from the doorway, but Zhao Zijie didn't turn around—nothing in his life could quickly capture his attention anymore—until just before he went to sleep, when he found a note under the door. "Master, please punish Kexin again tonight! Yours, Kexin."

Zhao Zijie's heart began to pound. He didn't understand why Mengnu would send him such an invitation. Had she suddenly come to her senses? Did she completely disregard Zhao Zijie's feigned brutality? Or did she wish she could display genuine brutality—a natural outpouring of Zhao Zijie's inherent brutality, not feigned?

Suddenly, a thought struck Zhao Zijie—if he could exhibit such subconscious brutality in his dreams, didn't that prove his true nature was extremely brutal and cruel? If Zhao Zijie could strip away his mask of hypocrisy and morality, wouldn't he naturally become the tyrannical "master" that Meng Nu longed for? Zhao Zijie was overjoyed at his discovery—good heavens! Why didn't he think of this sooner? His utter failure last time was because he was always thinking about how to pretend to be tyrannical, how to wear that mask of hypocritical cruelty, instead of the other way around—stripping away the mask of hypocritical benevolence and exposing his own tyrannical nature!

"Ah!"

Zhao Zijie cried out inwardly—he finally understood why Yuan Kexin wouldn't let him in—she couldn't let him see her wearing that mask of benevolence; she was waiting for the true master. Hadn't she given him a hint: you are no longer my master; my master will come in through that window. She had been waiting for the real Zhao Zijie—the Zhao Zijie stripped of his hypocrisy, the Zhao Zijie of his true nature, the cruel and tyrannical Zhao Zijie. However, Zhao Zijie's feigned pity at the end last time had broken her heart.

Fine! Tear off your hypocritical mask, reveal your brutal nature—that's you! That's the real you! That's your true essence! That's your beastly self! Zhao Zijie rallied again. He would go find his dream slave as a true "master"—even if not for himself, but for her. He showered, put on his bathrobe, drank a cup of coffee, grabbed a credit card, and confidently strode towards the sex shop. As soon as he entered, the owner greeted him: "Hey, it's Zijie! What are you looking for today?"

"Boss, do you still have that enema device you showed me last time?"

"Ah, yes, yes, yes. Wait a moment."

After paying with his credit card, Zhao Zijie tore open the packaging and threw it away—he didn't need to read the instructions—his instincts guided him. When Zhao Zijie arrived at Yuan Kexin's window, it was two in the dead of night—a time he often came to when he sleepwalked. Zhao Zijie suddenly kicked the window open. The light inside came on. Zhao Zijie leaped over the table by the window and jumped inside.

Yuan Kexin seemed to have been sitting on the bed waiting for Zhao Zijie. She gulped down several mouthfuls of water from her cup, then threw off the covers, revealing herself in only her underwear after tearing off her pajamas. She eagerly knelt at Zhao Zijie's feet, her body trembling as she greeted him, "Kexin welcomes Master."

"You lowly slave…climb onto the bed and handcuff yourself!" With Zhao Zijie's rude command, he kicked her near the ear. Yuan Kexin hurriedly crawled under the bed, dragged out the box, quickly took out several pairs of handcuffs, and handcuffed her hands and feet to the bed frame. She knelt prostrate in the center of the bed, trembling as she awaited her master's punishment.

Zhao Zijie rummaged through the kitchen, mixing cooking oil, soy sauce, vinegar, cooking wine, and water in a bowl. He then added some five-spice powder, bean powder, chili powder, and some other unidentified powder. He stirred the mixture together and placed it on the small cabinet by the bed. He roared at the trembling Yuan Kexin, "You lowly slave! I'm going to marinate you, roast you, steam you, boil you! I'm going to put some seasoning in your stomach first, you lowly slave! Do you like being cooked and eaten by me? Huh? You lowly slave!"

"Ah… Master…" Yuan Kexin's tearful eyes seemed to be spitting out flames of desire, her whole body trembling with fear. Seeing the lust burning even amidst her fear, Zhao Zijie's anger surged. He abruptly pulled a round nipple clamp with a chain from the box, forcefully looping the chain around her back from below, clamping her breasts tightly. Then he straddled her waist, lifting the chain like pulling on a horse's reins, pulling her breasts apart, causing her to immediately raise her head and neigh in pain.

Zhao Zijie slapped Yuan Kexin's snow-white buttocks hard, panting heavily, his body bouncing up and down as if riding a wild horse. Yuan Kexin's slender body was like a small boat, rising and falling in the raging storm. Zhao Zijie gradually entered a numb trance, feeling his blood heating up, surging, and churning, as if he were riding a wild horse across an endless wilderness. Zhao Zijie sealed Yuan Kexin's mouth with a gag with a small ball attached, turning her piercing screams into whimpers in her throat. Zhao Zijie carried the basin of pungent liquid to her legs, then straddled her waist, filled the syringe made of metal tubing he had brought with the mixture, screwed on a thinner tip, and inserted it into her anus, injecting the entire tube of liquid into her body.

Zhao Zijie's groin suddenly tensed, and a pitiful scream came from behind him. Zhao Zijie felt his blood begin to boil again, his whole body floating in a trance-like state. Yuan Kexin's painful moans gradually transformed into a beautiful musical rhythm, accompanying Zhao Zijie's soul as it soared through the air. Zhao Zijie drew another tube of liquid and injected it into her body, an even more agonizing scream echoing behind him. Her groin twisted against Zhao Zijie's thighs, and a strange stimulation caused Zhao Zijie's penis to swell to its maximum. Ah! This was Zhao Zijie's true nature—experiencing the exhilarating sexual pleasure amidst brutality, discovering soul-stirring sexual melodies in the moans of the abused!

Zhao Zijie simply ripped off the gag from Yuan Kexin's mouth, letting the beautiful music stimulate his senses even more intensely. Zhao Zijie had completely entered a state of madness. His penis stretched wider and wider inside his pants, and his surging, wild desire grew stronger and stronger within him. Zhao Zijie opened his robe, pulled down his underwear, knelt between Yuan Kexin's legs, and thrust his burning-hot penis into her wet, juicy vagina, producing a series of "plop, plop" sounds.

Zhao Zijie pulled the chains on the nipple clamps, and the captivating music began again, composing a beautiful, soul-stirring symphony with each thrust. Zhao Zijie was completely immersed in that frenzied, brutal pleasure. He continued to suck up and pour the liquid from the basin, then into Yuan Kexin's body—her screams grew louder and louder, then gradually became softer and weaker. Zhao Zijie was completely absorbed in that frenzied pleasure, his hips thrusting in and out, exploring the hot, fleshy orifice of her body with each thrust, accompanied by the weak screams and moans that stimulated his soul, seeking and creating the greatest, most primal, wild pleasure deep within the woman's flesh.

Zhao Zijie grew increasingly frenzied—he truly experienced his own sadistic rage: in the process of cruelly tormenting the frail female body, he gradually achieved a wonderful union of spirit and flesh, the pleasure of the soul and body rising and falling, sending him into a world of ecstasy. The intense pleasure emanating from his lower body, mixed with the excitement of his mind, stimulated all the nerves in his body, making his thrusting movements increasingly fierce and intense. Finally, Zhao Zijie pulled the chain sharply and thrust his lower body in, reaching the most intense sexual peak of his life in that indescribably wonderful moment—the pinnacle of the superposition of spiritual and physical climax.

"Aww..."

Zhao Zijie's entire body went limp on Yuan Kexin's smooth back. The immense pleasure seemed to have emptied all the essence from his body, leaving him in a void, unable to catch his breath for a long time. Zhao Zijie withdrew his wet penis from Yuan Kexin's lower body, sat on the headboard between her head and the wall, and grabbed her hair to lift her face. A sweet smile appeared on Yuan Kexin's tear-streaked face as she weakly murmured to Zhao Zijie, "You... are my master... my true master... my forever... forever master..." As she spoke, she brought her mouth to Zhao Zijie's limp penis, stretching out her tongue to greedily lick it, finally taking his entire body into her mouth, gently and tenderly sucking and licking. "

...My master... my true... master..." Her voice grew softer and softer. Her sucking movements became gentler and lighter. The movement of her tongue grew weaker and slower... She stopped—her entire body stiffened as she lay prone on the bed, maintaining the perfect position of a sex slave! She finally stopped moving—having brought her master to the most perfect union of body and soul, she completed her final cleansing duty as a sex slave.

She stopped moving forever—having found her true master and given Zhao Zijie everything in her life: her soul and her body! Zhao Zijie sat dazedly in front of his computer at his apartment, frantically typing Chinese on the keyboard while trying to recall every fragment of memory. The more he rushed through the input, the more typos he made, infuriating him.

Zhao Zijie needed to quickly record the memories still stored in his mind—he feared he would soon forget—or worse: he might suddenly wake up from this state—he was unsure whether he was still dreaming or already awake. Everything seemed like a dream—a bloody and terrifying, yet beautiful and alluring dream; a brutal and cruel, yet incredibly wonderful dream.

Chapter 209 The Abuse in the Dream After finishing

the dream, Zhao Zijie couldn't even remember the ending—he was in a hazy, half-awake state, unable to recall how he left his dream slave's room or returned to his own place. The numbness prevented him from feeling pain, much like a dream. In the dream, Zhao Zijie could feel all sorts of sensations: panic, fear, joy, longing, disappointment, tension, excitement, love, anxiety, sorrow, agitation, pleasure… and so on. But he couldn't feel the real physical pain—not even being stabbed in the heart, shot through the chest, pushed off a high building, or branded with a hot iron. A sudden knock on the door startled Zhao Zijie awake.

He sat blankly in front of the computer, pinching his thigh hard a few times. A slight pain reached his numb brain, leaving him unsure whether he was awake or dreaming. The knocking started again. Zhao Zijie jumped up reflexively and rushed to open the door. A postman stood there, looking suspiciously at the disheveled, red-eyed Zhao Zijie in his bathrobe. "Uh… sir, are you Zhao Zijie?"

"Ah… yes… yes. I think so. I am… the real Zhao Zijie."

"You… what do you mean 'should be'? Do you have any identification? Here's a letter for you. I need to see your identification before I can give it to you."

"Ah… yes… wait a minute."

Zhao Zijie was annoyed at being disturbed by this person—he needed to quickly record the dream he was about to forget. Zhao Zijie quickly rummaged through the pockets of every piece of clothing he owned, finally finding his wallet on the table. He hurriedly handed it to the postman, somewhat guiltily watching the man repeatedly check his identification—Zhao Zijie was worried the man would say he wasn't the real Zhao Zijie.

After checking Zhao Zijie's identification, the postman said to him, "Ah, yes, it really is Mr. Zhao. Didn't you move out more than a month ago and then suddenly move back? It's really confusing for us mail carriers. We can't figure out which is the new address and which is the old one, so we had to come and

bother you." "Ah... I'm so sorry to trouble you. Thank you so much, thank you so much." The thick letter was addressed only to Zhao Zijie, but there was no sender's address, leaving Zhao Zijie wondering where it came from. However, Zhao Zijie had no time for such trivial matters; he was eager to record his "dream."

He tossed the letter onto the bed, sat down at the computer, but the interruption by the postman had disrupted his train of thought. He cursed angrily, took a sip of strong coffee, and began to slowly recall that he had also drunk a similar cup of coffee during his last visit to Mengnu's place. Gradually, he remembered more details from that day. He remembered receiving that note that day… The note addressed Zhao Zijie as "Master," instantly snapping him out of his daze of the past few days. Zhao Zijie stood up and began searching for the extremely meaningful note, finally finding it on the bed, under the envelope he had just received.

He pulled out the note, and the familiar handwriting immediately caught his eye: "Master, please punish Kexin again tonight. Yours, Kexin." The handwriting was neat and tidy in blue ballpoint pen, quite similar to the handwriting on the envelope earlier—ah? Zhao Zijie suddenly noticed the handwriting on the envelope, a strong feeling shocking him. With trembling hands, Zhao Zijie picked up the letter and carefully read it twice. He didn't dare to tear it open rashly as he usually did, but instead found a small knife and carefully cut it open from one side.

Several thick sheets of paper were folded together. Zhao Zijie slowly unfolded them, his wildly pounding heart making it almost impossible for him to hold the paper properly. A familiar word caught Zhao Zijie's eye: "Master." "Master, please allow Xu Kexin to call you that one more time. I know that you, the one reading this letter, are not my true master. My true master only appears in my dreams... in your dreams." But please let me call you "Master" again! You two look so alike that I couldn't tell you apart. Oh! Just thinking about my master's ruthless, cruel, and capricious nature makes my lower body wet. I am such a wanton woman.

Let me start from the beginning! It was three or four months ago, one night, when my master suddenly kicked open my window and burst into my room, holding a leather whip. In that terrifying moment, my heart pounded wildly. The fear of being raped and ravaged made my whole body tremble. Oh! How wanton I am! At that moment, my lower body was aroused by fear, and my vulva was overflowing with lust. The intense sexual stimulation from that extreme and terrifying fear was even more intense than the feeling of masturbating alone.

Oh! My master! Zhao Zijie's cold, merciless eyes were like two powerful magnetic fields, freezing me in place, unable to move. With unimaginable cruelty, Zhao Zijie grabbed my hair, flipped me onto the bed, and violently ripped off my pajamas. Oh! I was immediately aroused by immense fear, experiencing an unbelievable sexual climax. My master pulled off my underwear, pressed me down on the bed, and began to whip and punish me severely. The piercing pain stimulated my nerves again and again, further arousing my already heightened lust. That unforgettable pleasure made me understand what a sexual climax was for the first time in my life.

Zhao Zijie's enormous male organ appeared before my eyes for the first time, almost making me faint with shock. It was terrifying! Zhao Zijie actually forced his thing into my mouth. Oh! What an stimulating feeling! In that horrible moment, my lust surged again, and I became incredibly aroused. Zhao Zijie roughly shoved his enormous member into my mouth, grabbing my hair and pulling violently. Under Zhao Zijie's brutality, my nerves were numb, unable to distinguish between the stimulation of pain and the pleasure of sexual climax. The moment Zhao Zijie ejaculated countless sperm into my throat, I also reached a frenzied peak with him!

From then on, I completely became my master Kexin. I was whipped, abused, and raped by Zhao Zijie. Every time Zhao Zijie suddenly jumped into my window, my lust would surge, anticipating what particularly cruel sex toys he would use on me. Every time Zhao Zijie appeared at my window, he brought a sex toy. Oh! Just thinking about that unpredictable horror would immediately make me indescribably excited. However, my master didn't come to see me often. Often he wouldn't show up for days, and sometimes he would rape and abuse me for several nights in a row. Until one day, I saw you in that supermarket. Oh! The involuntary fear I felt at that moment immediately made my genitals wet.

The contradictory feelings of fearing to see you yet simultaneously wanting to be suddenly captured by you excited me to the extreme. I later learned that you weren't my real master. But how could I tell you from my master back then? I hid in terror. I couldn't imagine how my master would punish me if he suddenly discovered me. Perhaps Zhao Zijie would grab my hair on the spot? Or would he rip off my clothes? My master always warned me that I had to take off my clothes as soon as I saw Zhao Zijie, but I didn't know what Zhao Zijie would do to me in that mall. I couldn't imagine the humiliation I would suffer if I were forced to take off my clothes; it was terrifying. That terror immediately caused my genitals to overflow with lustful fluid, soaking my underwear.

Later, just thinking about that fear of being forced exposed would arouse my lust. Several times, I inexplicably went to that supermarket, not to buy anything, but just to experience that thrill of fear. Oh! You wouldn't believe it, but just walking around that shop made me uncontrollably aroused. Then one day, you appeared. You caught me in the act, and in my shock, I instinctively ran to the side, which aroused your suspicion. Little did I know you weren't my master. If I hadn't run away, you probably wouldn't have recognized me, and perhaps none of our later stories would have happened.

Instead of forcing me to expose myself or severely punishing me as I had imagined, you actually agreed to let me perform oral sex on you in the elevator. This made me feel a little disappointed, but I still didn't know you weren't my real master. That day, when the elevator doors suddenly opened, we were so embarrassingly seen by others, and the shame of being exposed actually excited me. What a lewd I was! Afterwards, I wandered into that shop several times, hoping to be caught again by you, whom I thought was my master. I saw you twice more, but the fear prevented me from standing up; I just quietly followed behind you, afraid to get close.

Later, after I discovered you frequented a certain Lantern Festival shop, I wandered around the area several times, hoping for something unusual and terrifying to happen. Sure enough, I ran into you again, face to face, leaving me no escape. Oh! In that moment of extreme terror, my lower body instantly became wet. I was forced to call you "Master." After that elevator encounter, my master told me that I must call Zhao Zijie "Master" every time I saw him. But that day, perhaps you couldn't hear me clearly or couldn't believe it, you repeatedly made me loudly and repeatedly call you "Master," filling me with unbearable fear and excitement. Oh! I couldn't imagine what would happen if someone heard us. It was terrifying! Terrifying enough to arouse my lust and

make me yearn for more. But you disappointed me. Of course, it wasn't your fault; I had mistaken you for someone else. You didn't force me to do anything terrible on that bustling street; instead, you agreed to come back to my room with me. From then on, I began to doubt whether you only came to see my master at night. But, oh! You and my master look exactly alike; how could I tell them apart? Yet, you and my master are so different after all. When you whipped me, I still felt incredibly excited, but it was nowhere near as terrifying as when my real master whipped me. Except for one time, when you actually held a knife to me. Oh! I was instantly gripped by terror. It was absolutely horrifying!

But you weren't really going to punish me with that knife. Oh! I really didn't understand why my master would tell me that he wouldn't punish me as long as I was obedient. My master would never say such a thing! I finally started to truly doubt that you were my master after my master hadn't shown up for two weeks, and then you suddenly... Come to my room. Oh! You probably don't know how deeply you've broken my heart! Those days I wandered the streets every day, in supermarkets, in that "so-and-so" Lantern Festival shop, in every place where I might see you. How I longed to see my master again! How I hoped my master would punish me with the most brutal methods!

But after disappearing for so long, you changed completely the moment we met. You spoke to me in such a gentle tone, telling me to call me Mengnu from now on, and repeatedly saying that you would never again torture or punish me so cruelly. Punish me. Oh! I couldn't believe my ears. I couldn't believe that if my master really abandoned me, how could I go on living? My master had only not come to see me for two weeks, and I was already restless, unable to eat or sleep, completely lost. But how could I have imagined that when I finally saw my master again, Zhao Zijie was like a completely different person, without a trace of his violent temper.

I suddenly realized that you might not be the same person as my original master, which gave me some hope: my real master would come looking for me. But I still dare not ask you rashly, I... You can hardly imagine the place my master holds in my heart. How could I dare question Zhao Zijie to his face? You made me kiss you and made love to me tenderly. Perhaps in the past I would have been aroused and sexually aroused, but this time I felt nothing at all, like a wooden doll being manipulated by you. I don't blame you, but I am truly heartbroken. You are so good to me, but I simply cannot enjoy it. My whole heart and soul belong to my master, my true master.

You may remember that day after you raped me—actually, you didn't rape me, but rather made love to me very tenderly— You suggested taking me out to dinner. Oh! For a moment, I thought you had devised a vicious plan to humiliate me—first pretending to love me and become my lover, then taking me out in public to expose me or force me to do something even more shameful and disgraceful. I was immediately filled with fear, my body burning and my genitals becoming wet. What an exciting adventure that would be! I would put on the clothes you specified, dress up as a lady, only to be further humiliated by being exposed in public or forced to do extremely shameful things. At that moment, I was both terrified and expectant, my lust so intense that my whole body was burning with desire. Oh! But you have utterly disappointed me!

You simply took me outside like a lover, without making the slightest improper move. Your polite demeanor made it clear to me that you could not possibly be my master. How could my master's coldness, ruthlessness, and cruelty transform into such tenderness? So when you came to see me again the next day, I immediately and bravely pointed out that you were an imposter. Oh! You didn't even get angry! You were still so tender towards me, completely shattering my last hope of being brutally abused by you.

Since you are not my master, I began to suspect that you might be his twin brother, after all, you look so alike that it's impossible to tell you apart. I started to think that you must have locked up your brother, because the last time my master came, he complained about who had locked Zhao Zijie up, and I even worried that you might have killed him. But I never imagined that you would have the exact same scar as my master! At that moment, I felt like I was going to collapse. But then, you gave me a tiny glimmer of hope, a false hope.

You told me that you could still torture and punish me in the most brutal ways, just like before. While I was still doubting you, you suddenly became fierce, and the expression on your face was exactly the same as my master's, making me think that I could go back to the past, oh! That absurd but incredibly wonderful moment of happiness, I thought I could taste that extreme fear of my master's punishment again. When you whipped me, I really hallucinated, I thought that I was really being subjected to my master's brutal punishment again. I was so excited that my whole body felt hot and itchy. With your first lash, I reached orgasm, and my genitals leaked copious amounts of fluid.

But, but you, my hope was cruelly shattered like a soap bubble. After whipping me, you actually pulled me to the bed, kissed me passionately, and made love to me, even apologizing. Oh! How foolish you were! What master in this world would apologize to Kexin? You don't know how cruelly you destroyed all my hopes. But what truly plunged me into utter despair was that night. Oh! I never dreamed that my master was just you, sleepwalking! And you even had a doctor cure your sleepwalking, which meant I had lost you forever! Oh! Do you know how cruel this was to me? My world completely collapsed that night!

Do you know how I learned your terrible secret of sleepwalking? You cured your sleepwalking, but you probably didn't know that you also talked a lot in your sleep. You repeated all your secrets over and over again, right in my ear. Oh! I was in unbearable pain then. If only your personality had changed, I could still hope you could change back. But if the world I live in is just your dream, and my master is just you in that dream, and you've completely cured your sleepwalking, haven't you utterly destroyed my entire world? Oh! How painful it is for me!

I know I can't blame you; you're a good person. But how could you be so foolish as to think that a master-slave relationship could be maintained by love, not by tyranny? In your dreams, you repeatedly said you would love me and would never abuse me again. But where in this world can a master-slave relationship be maintained by love? You may have understood this later, but it was too late. You made a final effort; last week, that night, you even put on my master's usual robe and kicked open my window in the middle of the night with a horrible sex toy. Oh! For a moment, I truly thought my real master had returned.

You did it so well, so realistically. That night, you tormented me so many times that I trembled in the throes of sexual climax, releasing copious amounts of blissful fluids from the intense stimulation. Oh! You were almost there. I even hallucinated, thinking that my true master had really returned, just like how my master used to torment me. You tormented me to the peak of my sexual desire, suffocating me until I passed out with your enormous male genitalia, like a dream. But when I woke up… Oh! But at the last moment, you ruined everything you had meticulously planned. You actually…

Oh! You don't know how heartbroken I was! You actually performed CPR on me, sucking the filth out of my throat mouth-to-mouth. Did you forget that you were supposed to act like my master? Do you know how my master treats me? Every time I was tormented unconscious by Zhao Zijie, he would either drag me to the toilet and revive me with urine or cold water, or he would curse me even more fiercely for faking death and beat me awake from my unconscious state. Why would Zhao Zijie condescend to save me, perform CPR on me, and even... even shed tears for me! Oh! What master in this world would shed tears for Kexin?

I was so foolish. How could I have expected your performance to become real? No matter how cruel or ruthless you acted, it was all fake, all just fake, all could only be fake. How could a dream become reality? When you were dreaming, you must have thought your dream was the real world, and I was just Kexin in your real world. That's why you called me a dream slave, right? But where is my real world? I don't even have dreams. I vaguely felt that every night my master jumped into my room was my dream. But that wasn't my dream. The wounds that appeared on my body in the morning told me that it wasn't a dream; that was the real world I lived in.

From the first time you jumped into my room, I've only lived in your dream world. Your dream world became my real world, the world on which my entire life depended. When you later met me in another world, I still thought I was living in that real world. But you possessed two worlds, and I had to jump between them. How wonderful it would have been if you could have kept your dream world forever! Then, at least half of my world would have been real, and I might have been able to live on, that tangible hope could still sustain me.

But you decided to end your dream world: the world that was most real to me. What a cruel decision! Your dream is over, and my life can only end too! I stubbornly believed that my real world still existed, but now I finally understand that I was completely wrong. Your real world, once destroyed by you, can never be rebuilt, despite all your efforts. Everything must end! I don't regret the end of my life. I don't regret it at all. I was so happy, every night with my master. Kexin's master is gone, and Kexin must go with him.

I decided to end my world tonight. I gave you another note asking you to come and see me off, of course, in the image of my master. I know this is all fake, but this is all I can get. I hope you won't disappoint me tonight. When you jump into my room, I will drink a large amount of sleeping pills, which should give you more than an hour. I hope I can satisfy you; I will treat you as my true master and allow you to find the greatest satisfaction in your dream slave. I have also written another simple will for my departure, so I don't think you'll run into any trouble with the police because of my death. If you really can't explain things to the police, just give them this letter; you won't be held responsible for anything you did while sleepwalking.

I know you are a very kind person, and I have never blamed you for that cruel decision you made. If it were me, I would have made the same decision. This decision is good from every perspective. Please don't be sad about my departure. What master would be sad about the death of Kexin? Don't you think so? It's all my fault! Because I am a lewd, lowly slave! An incurable, lowly slave! Master, take care! On [Date], Zhao Zijie stood blankly at the street corner, a cigarette between his fingers, unsure of where to go or what to do. He suddenly wondered if he was dreaming. He reached into the air, but his hand was empty.

He walked out of the station, onto the bank lined with red lotuses and green water lilies, shook his head, and gave a bitter smile. After what happened with Yuan Kexin, Zhao Zijie's heart remained unsettled. In this state, he entrusted his company's affairs to Sun Yanzi and Li Xinyi, without explaining his reasons to them, and came here alone. He wanted to rest and reflect on his future. Zhao Zijie

stopped at a noodle stall at the street corner, ate a bowl of plain noodles, and chatted with the old man selling them, mentioning that he would be staying there for a while and asking for directions to a hotel. He sized Zhao Zijie up for a moment, then said, "For a scholar from out of town, if you'd like to spend a vacation in our small town, there's a place more tranquil and comfortable than a hotel. Would you be interested?"

Zhao Zijie laughed, "More than interested, I couldn't be happier!" The old man then gave Zhao Zijie detailed instructions. After finishing his noodles, Zhao Zijie paid and, following the old man's directions, walked two blocks and found a door paved with bluestone in a small alley. Following the old man's instructions, Zhao Zijie knocked three times. A girl of about sixteen or seventeen answered. Zhao Zijie explained that he was a traveler from afar and wanted to spend some time in the town. However, he had no relatives or friends there, so he wanted to find a room to stay. The old man selling noodles at the street corner had told Zhao Zijie that he could ask around here, as he had heard there were rooms available for rent. The girl looked Zhao Zijie up and down, asked him to wait a moment, and closed the door again. Zhao Zijie carefully examined the house; it was indeed quite large and well-built. A short while later, the girl opened the door again and invited Zhao Zijie inside. Zhao Zijie followed the young woman into the main room. A woman in her twenties or thirties smiled and invited Zhao Zijie to sit down, politely offering him tea. Zhao Zijie first politely asked her surname, and the woman smiled and said, "My surname is Bai, but you can just call me Surong. No need for formalities." Then, she just smiled and didn't talk to Zhao Zijie about renting the room. Instead, she chatted with him casually, asking about his name, occupation, and whether he had ever been married. Zhao Zijie answered her questions in detail, explaining that he had come for a vacation because he admired the town's scenery. Bai Surong happily agreed to rent the house to Zhao Zijie and promised to provide him with meals. When Zhao Zijie asked about the price, she laughed and said, "You're a traveler from afar, it's hard to get you here even if you ask! If you really want to pay, just give me whatever you want when you leave. It's best if we can be friends! A chance encounter is worse than a formal invitation, let's not talk about this!" Zhao Zijie quickly thanked her. Surong then pointed to the young girl who had brought Zhao Zijie in and said, "Her name is Qingmei, she's my adopted daughter, and we depend on each other for survival. Let her take you to your room!" There was a hall and four rooms surrounding a courtyard paved with finely carved stone slabs. Qingmei led Zhao Zijie to a bright and clean room in the west wing. Qingmei diligently helped Zhao Zijie settle his simple luggage, then went out to bring in a basin of hot water and wrung out a steaming white towel. Zhao Zijie hurriedly stepped forward to take it, but Qingmei gently pushed him down to sit, then softly wiped away the dust from his face. Although Zhao Zijie was quite surprised, he could only obediently let her wash his face. Qingmei's full body pressed close to Zhao Zijie, and a delicate fragrance of youth wafted into his nose. Qingmei then wiped Zhao Zijie's hands, and when he touched her soft little hands, he couldn't help but gently squeeze them, saying, "Qingmei, your hands are so white and tender, so lovely!" Qingmei didn't immediately pull away; she let Zhao Zijie touch her for a while before softly saying, "I'll go get the water." Zhao Zijie released Qingmei's hands, letting her take the wash water out to empty it. After a while, Qingmei brought in a basin of hot water and said with a smile, "Uncle Zhao, let me wash your feet!" Zhao Zijie said, "Qingmei, let me do it myself. I wouldn't dare trouble you!" Qingmei smiled and said, "What are you saying! Uncle Zhao is my mother's honored guest. I should serve you well." After saying that, she took off Zhao Zijie's shoes and put his feet into the warm water. While washing Zhao Zijie's feet, Qingmei smiled and said, "My mother likes you very much! It's very quiet here, and there are no outsiders to bother us. If my mother wants to get closer to Uncle, I wonder if Uncle would allow it?" At this moment, Zhao Zijie's feet were being caressed and kneaded by Qingmei's soft hands, which ignited a desire within him. Hearing her say this, he couldn't help but feel secretly pleased, but he said aloud, "Qingmei, I've received such a warm welcome from you, how could I dare to say no? I'm just afraid of ruining your mother's reputation!" Qingmei immediately said, "You don't need to worry about that. You'll gradually understand what's going on here. As long as you're willing to get close to my mother, you don't need to worry about anything else!" As Qingmei spoke, her pair of tender white hands rubbed and kneaded Zhao Zijie's feet, washing them clean and drying them with a soft cloth. She slipped on a pair of slippers and smiled at Zhao Zijie, saying, "Uncle Zhao, come with me to the inner room to take a bath." Zhao Zijie followed Qingmei into the suite through a small door. It turned out to be a small bathroom, complete with a bathtub already filled with warm water and a toilet bowl. Qingmei helped Zhao Zijie take off his coat and shirt, and Zhao Zijie smiled and said to her, "Alright, I can do it myself!" Qingmei reached down to Zhao Zijie's waist and unzipped his pants, saying earnestly, "I should serve you, Uncle. Please let me bathe you!" As she spoke, she had already pulled down Zhao Zijie's pants, and his erection was already straining against his underwear. Qingmei pulled down Zhao Zijie's underwear, her little hand grasping his penis as she laughed, "Uncle, this is so wonderful! My mother will be so happy!" Qingmei helped Zhao Zijie into the bathtub, smiling sweetly at him, and said, "Uncle, soak for a bit first. I'll go empty the foot bath water and then bathe you." With that, she floated away. Zhao Zijie, immersed in the warm water, was both surprised and delighted, unsure how to handle this unexpected stroke of luck. While he was lost in thought, Qingmei returned to her room. She said with a grin, "I need to take off my clothes too, so I don't get wet." Turning around, she slowly removed her top, revealing her fair back and two delicate white arms. Then she took off her pants, revealing her round, rosy buttocks and plump, shapely legs. Qingmei turned back around, wearing only a red undergarment. She sat down on a small stool next to the bathtub and began to wash and scrub Zhao Zijie. While washing, she told him some things about the place.

When Qingmei washed Zhao Zijie's penis, he became hard and erect. Zhao Zijie asked with a smile, "Qingmei, have you ever played with a man before?" Qingmei blushed and said, "Yes, I have." Her round, pretty face turned bright red. Zhao Zijie reached out and stroked Qingmei's lovely face, saying, "Qingmei, you're so pretty." Qingmei smiled charmingly, "As long as you and my mother are on good terms, I believe she'll let you play with my body. Okay! Stand up, I'll help you dry off."

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