June's Book Collection: Light Blue Intoxication (Episodes 1-12 Complete) Author: Shy Girl

Word count: 53841 (1-12 complete)

Prologue

I've long wanted to write an article about my master and me, and today I finally begin. As a servant, I shouldn't mention my master's name, but due to the circumstances, it's unavoidable, so I'm writing this. I slap myself in shame and bow a hundred times in apology.
I. Conflict

In March, Dali is still a sea of flowers, fragrant with camellias. A thin layer of mist ripples across Erhai Lake, seemingly real yet ethereal, playfully illusory. Flowers embrace the lake, the lake supports the sky, making one unknowingly lose oneself in the beauty of the mountains and waters—a true paradise on earth. On the shore of Erhai Lake, on a small piece of land jutting into the lake, the mountain flowers are sparse, and white stones are exposed, like a maiden's lotus-root arms gently embracing her beloved lake and mountain scenery, tender yet tinged with a gentle sadness.
Beneath the sparse blossoms, a figure in light blue sat quietly, head bowed, long, jet-black hair cascading down, partially obscuring a canvas of varying shades of ink. On the canvas, Erhai Lake, Cangshan Mountain, and clusters of flowers leaped to life under her dancing brush, imbuing the scene with an even greater sense of spirit than before. The girl possessed a captivating beauty, her hair veiled in mist, her cheeks as white as snow, her exquisite features all rendered in a pair of deep, beautiful eyes, arched like crescent moons, with delicate spring mountains in their depths. Her slender figure and delicate shoulders were breathtaking, captivating and enchanting. The girl also wore a lake-blue gauze dress and lake-blue cloth shoes, her lovely ankles encased in white socks, appearing ethereal in the mist, like a banished immortal about to depart on the wind. As she painted, her mind wandered, serene and peaceful. Her name was Yu, and she shared the same surname as the landscape and her attire: Lan (Blue).

From a distance, a pale yellow silhouette broke the deep blue silence. It was a girl, her bright yellow dress vibrant and cheerful, though inconspicuously wrinkled and even tattered, as if she had just tripped and torn her beloved dress. Her lips were tightly pursed, a cloud of gloom between her brows, and she kicked at the pebbles at her feet in a huff. The girl

in the yellow dress arrived at the edge of Erhai Lake and stood upright, biting her lower lip. Lan Yu looked at her and smiled gently. The girl in the yellow dress sensed someone watching her, turned her head, and gave a stubborn, unfriendly glance. Lan Yu was startled, realizing that the girl's stubbornness was tinged with a deep helplessness and timidity. "What's there to care about?" Lan Yu chuckled self-deprecatingly and continued painting. Seeing that Lan Yu was ignoring her, the girl in the yellow dress became even more dissatisfied. Angrily, she tore off a cluster of flowers at her feet and threw them into Erhai Lake, then picked up pebbles and threw them into the water one after another in frustration. Lan Yu frowned. This girl was too rude. Erhai Lake is the mother of the people of Dali. It's one thing for her to tear flowers, but why disturb the tranquility of Erhai Lake like this? She was about to lash out when she changed her mind. Judging from the girl's expression earlier, she must be troubled. Let her be. But Lan Yu shook her head and smiled dismissively, feeling an inexplicable disgust for the girl beside her.

A cell phone rang shrilly, and Lan Yu frowned again, her dissatisfaction rising. The girl in the yellow dress angrily pulled out her phone.

"Hello," the girl answered, suddenly bursting into tears. "I'm bad, so bad. Coming to this awful place is a terrible thing to do in my past life. This place is awful, the people are awful, there isn't a single good person, they only know how to bully people. I hate Dali, I hate everyone here!" The girl was almost hysterical. This infuriated Lan Yu, who suppressed her anger. "This girl's words are too hateful! I've already let it slide, but she's pushing her luck!" she thought. As soon as the girl in the yellow dress hung up the phone, Lan Yu coldly said, "Girl, don't you think you've gone too far?

" "Too far?" The girl in the yellow dress, though not backing down, seemed somewhat timid. "Too far? What? Come and hit me then, I'll let you hit me!" Her eyes welled up with tears again.

The girl's crying startled Lan Yu. She glared at the girl in the yellow dress, pouted, and thought the girl was utterly unreasonable. She snorted coldly, packed up her sketchbook, and quickly walked away. Behind her, she heard the girl sobbing. "Crazy," Lan Yu muttered to herself.

Blue Rain was gone. The girl in the yellow dress collapsed onto the beach, sobbing uncontrollably. When heartbroken, it's easy to recall the past…

The girl in the yellow dress was named Xiu'er, a third-year graduate student majoring in psychology at a medical university. Born into a scholarly family, she fell in love with a married teacher during her graduate studies, causing a rift with her family. Later, her boyfriend came to work in Dali, and Xiu'er supported herself by doing odd jobs to complete her graduate studies. With three months left until graduation, Xiu'er used those three months preparing her thesis to come to Dali, hoping to rekindle her romance with her boyfriend. However, her boyfriend had changed his mind and refused to see her again. Her boyfriend's wife, who was quite influential locally, found Xiu'er's address and severely beat her. Afterwards, she would frequently come to cause trouble. Xiu'er was terrified of being beaten and would always kneel on the ground, obediently enduring the abuse.
Now that her rent was due and she was out of money, Xiu'er wanted to rent another place to escape this vicious woman completely. However, she was penniless and had nowhere to go. Xiu'er frantically searched for work, but to no avail. In despair, she inexplicably wandered to the shores of Erhai Lake, where the scene just unfolded. Xiu'er knew she was wrong. After Lan Yu left, Xiu'er cried with deep regret, but what could she do? The suppressed pain in her heart caused her to lose her temper once again.

II. Job Application

Lan Yu was the HR manager of a company. Although young and capable, the heavy workload was overwhelming, so she had to hire an assistant secretary to ease the pressure. Among the many applicants, two stood out: Shan'er and Xiu'er. Lan Yu repeatedly compared the two. Although Xiu'er had a slightly higher education, she was in the medical field. Shan'er, on the other hand, studied management and might be able to learn faster. Moreover, based on their resumes, Lan Yu felt that Shan'er had better written communication skills and was more suitable for the job. With the plan finalized, Lan Yu finally breathed a sigh of relief. She made herself a cup of coffee, gulped it down, and waited to interview the two applicants.

When the time came, both of them froze when Xiu'er walked into Lan Yu's office… Lan Yu was dressed in a professional suit today, exuding an indescribable charm. Xiu'er was still wearing that yellow dress, appearing shy and timid. The two, who had been arguing just yesterday, now faced each other. Xiu'er's heart turned cold, and tears welled up again. She gritted her teeth and silently held back. Life really does play tricks. She wanted to laugh at herself, but instead, she was overwhelmed by endless panic and helplessness. Her lease was due tomorrow, and she had no money left. If she didn't get this job, she would have to sleep on the streets, perhaps even beg for a living. No, she had to get this job, even if it meant working like a slave. Whether out of helplessness or shame, Xiu'er felt that Lan Yu before her was as noble as a fairy, and she almost wanted to kneel before her. Lan Yu was even more astonished at how small the world was; could it really be a case of enemies meeting on a narrow road? If I dismissed Xiu'er, wouldn't she accuse me of taking revenge? Oh well, work comes first; I can't worry about that now.

The interview went smoothly, but Xiu'er, nervous, stammered, and the interviewers secretly shook their heads.
In the end, Shan'er signed the employment agreement and left satisfied. Only Xiu'er remained, standing there awkwardly, unwilling to leave. Lan Yu glanced at Xiu'er and sighed. "Is there anything else? You saw it yourself, your performance is indeed inferior to Shan'er's. I can't keep you."

"Manager..." Xiu'er was on the verge of tears, bowing repeatedly. "Please give me a chance! I really need a job. I've run out of money, and I'll have nowhere to stay tomorrow. I promise I'll work hard, even sweeping or cleaning will do."

"But we don't need anyone to sweep. Besides, you're a master's student. Hiring you to sweep won't last long."
"No, manager, no, I swear, I'll serve everyone well. Please help me this once. I'll remember your kindness." Xiu'er said, bowing repeatedly.

Lan Yu looked at the obsequious Xiu'er and frowned. "This girl is a bully who picks on the weak and fears the strong. She was rude yesterday, and today she's begging me for help. Her character is too low. But she is indeed pitiful..." Lan Yu thought for a moment, her heart softening, and nodded. "Okay, but there really isn't a position available for you at the company. I've been looking for a nanny to do some housework. Would you be willing to do that?"

A nanny? Shyly blushed. Wasn't a nanny just a servant? Yet, for some reason, a flutter rose in her heart, her chest pounding wildly. A smile involuntarily crept across her face. "I...I'm willing...
Thank you," Shyly whispered.

"Good. Go back and pack your things. Wait for me at the company entrance after work. Room and board included, monthly salary 800, one-week trial period. Do you agree?" Lan Yu's mood improved; she stretched and smiled.

"Yes, Shyly obeys. Then Shyly will go," Shyly replied, respectfully withdrawing. Lan Yu was taken aback, sensing an inexplicable submissiveness and obedience in Shyly. Perhaps she really was good material for a servant. Lan Yu smiled and shook her head.

Stepping out of the company gates, Xiu'er's heart pounded wildly. Becoming someone else's servant filled her with a complex mix of emotions—bitterness, embarrassment, and, most importantly, a persistent urge to laugh. This joy surpassed even the excitement of receiving praise from her teacher after achieving first place in an exam. Her future seemed filled with endless mystery and allure. The more Xiu'er thought about it, the more shy she became. She simply ran back to her lodgings, buried her face in the covers, and fidgeted for a long time, too embarrassed to lift her head. After a long while, as it grew late, Xiu'er finally got up, her face flushed, and began packing. She didn't have much; she only had one suitcase. Sitting on the bare edge of the bed, Xiu'er couldn't shake the thought of her employer. She then realized how beautiful Lan Yu was, dazzlingly beautiful. Such a beautiful woman certainly deserved to be served. Thinking this, Xiu'er felt that being Lan Yu's servant was a reward and a blessing from heaven, and the gloom and unhappiness of the past few days vanished. Master, servant... Shyness suddenly remembered these two terms of address, and her face burned even hotter. Her master was so good to her, not blaming her for being disrespectful, and even making her a servant. Should she kneel and serve her master? "Oh dear!" Thinking this, Shyness blushed with shame, stomping her feet on the ground a few times. "How shameful! How could I have such thoughts? So despicable!" Shyness's face was flushed with embarrassment, but deep down she had made up her mind. She would dedicate everything to her noble and beautiful master.

That's how people are; once conquered by their adversaries, they submit from the inside out. Submission brings a thrilling, life-or-death excitement. Shyness's lower body was already soaking wet...

Three. Master and Slave

At 5:30, Shyness dragged her luggage to the company entrance. Lan Yu was still in a meeting, working overtime. Shyness sat in the reception room, quietly waiting for her master. The intense anticipation made Shyness very uneasy. How would her master view her service? ...

Lan Yu finally finished work. She looked languid and tired. She nodded to Xiu'er, her tone gentle yet firm. "Come with me," she said. Xiu'er stepped forward, blushing, and bowed. She wanted to call her "Master," but her mouth opened and she hesitated, a hint of grievance in her voice. She gently took Lan Yu's bag, saying, "Let me carry this for you." Lan Yu was startled again, then smiled. "You're quite well-behaved. Why are you a little shy? Hehe, you can call me Sister Lan from now on. Focus on your work; I won't bully you." Xiu'er's face turned a deep red. She buried her head, her voice barely audible. "Master is joking. This...this servant...how dare I...call you...sister? It's too much for this servant." "This servant? Master?... " Lan Yu was startled, paused for a moment, then burst out laughing. Realizing she had overreacted, she quickly covered her mouth and turned away. Xiu'er noticed her mistress's shoulders twitching slightly, knowing she was laughing. Though ashamed, she felt a strange sense of accomplishment at her mistress's joy, and unconsciously felt a surge of emotion, her eyes welling up.
After a while, Lan Yu stopped laughing, cleared her throat, and turned around, her face still beaming with a broad smile, making her appear radiantly beautiful. "Xiu'er, you don't need to fawn over me like this. I don't like it. Everyone should have self-respect. Fawning like this makes me feel cheap and despised."

"Mistress, this servant..." Xiu'er said softly, "This servant is willing to be your servant. Your nobility overwhelms me with gratitude. This servant wishes to serve you like a maidservant in ancient times. Please allow this servant...
" Her voice trailed off, the rest of her words barely audible, only her lips moving.
Lan Yu carefully examined the shy girl before her. This girl, who called herself a servant, was indeed pretty and charming. Her oval face was as clear as jade, her nose delicate as a jade pendant, her cheeks slightly parted, and her eyes sparkled with a subtle and alluring beauty. Although not as stunningly beautiful as Lan Yu herself, she was still a definite beauty. Coupled with her shy demeanor, she possessed a unique and alluring charm. But that's how women are; once they've made up their minds, it's extremely difficult to change them. Lan Yu couldn't help but sigh inwardly, "What a beautiful face, but unfortunately, she has such a servile and obsequious character. What a pity. Since she's willingly degrading herself, why shouldn't I enjoy it? I didn't force her. This girl's character is despicable, and she deserves to be a slave." So she nodded and said, "Alright, whatever you want. Since you want to be a servant, I'll grant your wish."

Upon hearing this, the shy girl looked up and smiled shyly. Ignoring the fact that they were in public, her knees buckled, and she was about to kneel down.
Lan Yu quickly helped her up, her face showing impatience. "Go kneel at home if you want. You have no shame, but I do." Xiu'er didn't dare say anything more, simply replying "Yes," and obediently followed behind Lan Yu, dragging her own suitcase and carrying her mistress's small bag.

The small town wasn't big, and they soon returned to Lan Yu's home. Xiu'er didn't bother to look at the furnishings in the house; she squatted down and took out a pair of pink slippers placed on the outside. "Mistress, are these the ones?" Xiu'er asked timidly. "Yes," Lan Yu simply hummed in response, saying nothing more. Xiu'er hurriedly knelt at her mistress's feet and respectfully changed her shoes. At this scene, although Lan Yu despised Xiu'er, she was also inexplicably comfortable by Xiu'er's humble service and secretly grew fond of this little maid at her feet. "I want to see what other tricks she has up her sleeve. Now that she's called me mistress and knelt down, what else could she possibly do that's more despicable?" Lan Yu thought with interest, feeling a surge of curiosity and anticipation for their future life together.

After changing into slippers, Lan Yu felt a sense of relief, and her whole body felt more comfortable. Xiu'er then stood up, hung her mistress's bag on the coat rack, and respectfully helped her mistress remove her outer garment. Lan Yu walked straight into the living room and lazily sat on the sofa. Xiu'er hesitated at the doorway, unsure which slippers she should change into. Since her mistress didn't say, Xiu'er dared not ask. Her mistress's belongings were like sacred objects to her; she would never dare touch them. Suddenly, an idea struck her. She quickly took off her shoes, walked barefoot to her mistress's side, lowered her head, mustered her courage, and slowly knelt down. This time, Lan Yu didn't stop her, looking down at Xiu'er with cold arrogance. Xiu'er, kneeling, felt her face burn like fire, and her breathing became rapid. She stole a glance at her mistress sitting above her, who was as pure and holy as a fairy, enveloped in a clear radiance, noble and unapproachable. Xiu'er slowly kowtowed. "This servant, Xiu'er, greets my master. Thank you, master, for taking me under your wing, preventing me from ending up on the streets. I am deeply grateful for your great kindness. From now on, I will serve you as a servant in the inner palace and as a beast of burden in the outer palace, at your behest." She spoke these words fluently and smoothly, it was as if she had mustered immense courage to speak so fluently. After speaking, Xiu'er prostrated herself at her master's feet, too ashamed to rise. Lan Yu was also surprised. Although she was somewhat prepared, she hadn't expected Xiu'er to speak so humbly. She wanted to laugh but forcibly suppressed it. "Well, get up. Since you've said so, I will treat you as a slave. Don't say I've bullied you in the future." "This servant wouldn't dare, much less rise. Before my master, a servant should kneel and serve. Please do as you please," Xiu'er replied respectfully in a low voice. "Come, let your master look at you," Lan Yu said, quickly finding his rhythm. He gently lifted Xiu'er's chin with his toe, observing his little slave girl with great interest. The moment his toe touched Xiu'er's chin, she trembled. Her head and his foot—this bizarre combination plunged her into a vortex of shame. Her head was raised, her eyes tightly shut, her whole body trembling with embarrassment, waves of heat rushing to her lower body. Lan Yu noticed Xiu'er's subtle changes, and his own superior posture strongly resonated with his own soul. Lan Yu discovered he enjoyed this feeling, even beginning to crave to ravage this poor little creature beneath his feet, to make her suffer, to make her weep, to make her cry out in helpless agony…

"Open your eyes," Lan Yu commanded. Xiu'er dared not disobey, forcing her eyes open for a glance at her master before immediately looking away. Xiu'er could smell a faint leather scent from her master's feet, but it wasn't foul at all. For some reason, Xiu'er felt a slight disappointment. "Xiu'er, you are indeed suited to be a servant. I have never seen such a lowly person as you. Such words are unthinkable to others, yet you could utter them. Good!" After saying "good," Lan Yu stood up, spread her legs, and looked at Xiu'er with cold arrogance. "Crawl over there, like a dog, and submit to my feet." Xiu'er looked at her haughty master, bowed down, and kowtowed. "Under my master's crotch, this servant is grateful. This servant thanks my master," Xiu'er said as she slowly crawled between her master's legs.

Xiu'er's words and actions intensely stimulated Lan Yu, and her lower body involuntarily began to moisten. She hadn't expected to be able to command a servant so comfortably; no wonder wealthy families in ancient times had so many servants. Hmm, Lan Yu pondered to herself, "How should I slowly tame this little girl? My little prey."

That evening, Lan Yu took Xiu'er out for dinner. In a good mood, Lan Yu ordered two extra meat dishes. Xiu'er initially hesitated to sit, but Lan Yu insisted she sit beside her. Not daring to disobey her mistress, Xiu'er reluctantly sat down, barely touching the edge of the chair, carefully watching her mistress, pouring tea and serving her food with utmost care. Lan Yu maintained a slight smile, quite satisfied with her maid's service. This little girl was quite capable at serving, obedient and well-behaved. Using her as a nanny was a wise move. "Xiu'er, you should eat too. You don't need to serve me anymore," Lan Yu urged, seeing Xiu'er hadn't touched much. "After you finish eating, we'll go back. I have something to tell you." "Yes, Master." Xiu'er was actually quite hungry. For days, she had been short of money and often hadn't had enough to eat. Now, seeing the sumptuous meal, her stomach was rumbling. Upon receiving her master's order, Xiu'er took another pair of chopsticks and began to eat, occasionally using the same chopsticks to serve her master some delicious food. Xiu'er understood her place and dared not use chopsticks she had touched to serve her master. While eating, she only picked at the edge of the food, careful not to contaminate the rest. Lan Yu watched this, her heart filled with pity. Seeing Xiu'er's genuine hunger, though she tried to eat elegantly, her eagerness was evident. She sighed inwardly, "This girl is truly sensible. She looks extremely hungry. These past few days have been truly difficult for her." Thinking this, she lovingly stroked Xiu'er's hair. The master's affection startled Xiu'er. She hesitated, her mouth full of food, staring blankly at her master. Seeing Xiu'er's silly expression, Lan Yu chuckled. Xiu'er, realizing her own amusement, lowered her head and smiled shyly.

IV. Serving

After dinner, the master and maid were much closer, and Xiu'er was no longer so shy. On the way back, Lan Yu said to Xiu'er, "Your subservience is stronger than I expected. Go back and continue to do your best. I want to see what other ways you can serve me. If you serve well, I'll give you a raise." "A raise? Xiu'er dares not. Master has already given me enough. But really, is it okay to serve me however I want? You won't despise me for being lowly, will you?" Lan Yu smiled. "No." Xiu'er bit her lip and nodded vigorously. "Yes."

Upon entering, Xiu'er helped her master remove his outer garment, still barefoot, kneeling on the ground. "Master, please spread your legs so I can crawl between your legs and be your little horse, carrying you inside to change your shoes." "Little horse?" Lan Yu found the shy girl beneath his feet incredibly novel, full of whimsical ideas, quite amusing. "You had this idea when you crawled between my legs earlier, didn't you?" Lan Yu teased. "Yes," the shy girl blushed slightly, shyly pushing against her master's legs, trying to squeeze in. Lan Yu gently spread his legs, and the shy girl obediently crawled through, picked up her master's slippers, turned around, and crawled between her master's legs. "Please mount me, Master," the shy girl mumbled. Lan Yu mounted Xiu'er, and seeing her shoe in Xiu'er's mouth, she felt a wave of nausea. However, riding on Xiu'er's back, the pleasure overshadowed the disgust. Lan Yu chuckled softly, grabbing Xiu'er's hair and driving her along. Xiu'er was very obedient; though weak, she tried her best to crawl. When her owner pulled on the left side of her hair, Xiu'er crawled to the left, and when pulled on the right, she crawled to the right. Later, Lan Yu kept pulling on Xiu'er's left side of her hair, and Xiu'er crawled around in circles on the ground, making Lan Yu laugh incessantly. After riding for about ten minutes, Lan Yu's playfulness gradually faded, and she noticed that Xiu'er's arms were trembling, clearly unable to keep up. So, she rode Xiu'er to the sofa, dismounted, and sat down on the sofa with a happy smile. Xiu'er was panting heavily. Lan Yu stretched out her foot, slightly pursed her lips, and gestured for her to change shoes. Xiu'er, ignoring her sore body, hurried forward. From then on, Xiu'er knew that her master liked to ride her, so she secretly made a pair of stirrups and a pair of reins for her master's enjoyment. But we won't go into the rest.
Xiu'er respectfully placed her master's slippers on the ground, kowtowed three times respectfully, picked up her master's foot, lowered her head behind it, and used her tongue to forcefully push the shoe upper, loosening the high heel from Lan Yu's foot. Then, she bit the toe of the shoe and gently removed it for her master. Rather than biting, it was more like holding it in her mouth. Xiu'er knew that her master's shoes were expensive, and if she damaged them, she feared she couldn't atone for it even if she were killed. So, she held the shoes with her tongue and lips, carefully placing them on the ground, while simultaneously lifting her master's delicate foot high above her head with both hands. Then, she held the toe of her master's slippers in her mouth and slipped them back on. Lan Yu sat high above, watching with disdain as Xiu'er used her mouth to put on and take off her shoes. She felt nauseous several times, thinking that nothing in the world could be more vile and despicable. To serve her master like a slave, to be ridden by him, was bad enough, but now she was using her mouth to change her shoes! Was Xiu'er even human? Did she have any sense of shame? Xiu'er did the same for her master, kneeling at his feet, head bowed, silent. Her appearance was truly pitiful. Lan Yu sighed, feeling both contempt and pity for this little servant girl—a complex mix of emotions.

Hearing her master's sigh, Xiu'er thought she hadn't served him well and had disappointed him, so she hurriedly kowtowed repeatedly. "This servant deserves to die, I have disappointed my master, this servant is foolish, please have mercy, master!" Xiu'er kowtowed several times, but seeing that her master did not answer, she felt that the punishment was not enough. Gritting her teeth, she decided that since she was already so lowly, she might as well go all the way. Thinking this, she started slapping herself. Xiu'er used a lot of force, and the sound of her slapping her face was crisp and pleasant. When Lan Yu saw Xiu'er slapping herself, she couldn't help but laugh and fell onto the sofa. "You're really something, Xiu'er, hit me harder, it's too funny!" Lan Yu laughed and directed at her. Lan Yu was already exceptionally beautiful, and when she smiled, she became even more beautiful. Xiu'er was already very satisfied to see her master laughing, and seeing her master's beautiful face, she couldn't help but slap her own face with all her might. In an instant, Xiu'er's cheeks were red and a little swollen. "Alright, alright, stop it." Lan Yu sat up, her expression like that of a mischievous little girl. "Shǔ'er, you're so lowly. I despise you from the bottom of my heart. Taking you as a slave is too much of an honor for you. But I like you like this. You're such a treasure." Lan Yu emphasized the word "treasure." "You don't even deserve to be a human being. You're lower than a dog. Come on, bark for me." Lan Yu's mischievous eyes were filled with endless disdain. Shǔ'er, still shaken, had already insisted on becoming her master's slave, but hearing her master say she despised her, her pride pitifully resisted, and tears welled up again.
"What? You won't bark?" Lan Yu pressed.

"No, this servant dares not." Lan Yu's tone frightened Shǔ'er, who trembled. She didn't know why she was so afraid of her master. "This servant will bark, this servant... bark, woof, woof."

"Wag your tail?"

"Yes." Shǔ'er quickly wagged her bottom again, barking and wagging. She imitated the puppy so perfectly that her owner laughed again, and Xiu'er lowered her head deeply.

"Mmm~" Lan Yu leaned back on the sofa with satisfaction. Playing with a woman of similar age filled her with amusement. She swung her leg, which was crossed over her shoulder. "You slut, massage my feet." Xiu'er hurriedly went to meet her, thanking her mistress and rubbing her hands against her body before respectfully taking her mistress's crossed feet. Lan Yu was beautiful, and her feet were beautiful too. Her fair, smooth skin subtly revealed bluish veins, her perfect arches were exquisitely crafted, her toes were long and slender, and there wasn't a single dead skin on her feet. There was a faint, damp, leathery scent on her feet, surprisingly pleasant. Xiu'er stared, mesmerized, afraid to touch her mistress's delicate feet too hard, lest she break the tender skin. Seeing that Xiu'er wasn't putting in enough effort, Lan Yu kicked her in the face. "You dare to slack off?" Xiu'er cried out and fell to the ground. Without even rubbing her sore shoulder, she quickly got up and knelt at her mistress's feet, kowtowing repeatedly, begging for forgiveness. At this moment, Lan Yu's foot was dangling above Xiu'er's head. She stomped on it, saying, "You wretch, I'm warning you, if you're distracted while serving me again, get out of here immediately." Hearing that her master was going to kick her out, Xiu'er burst into tears, "No, master, I deserve to die, I'll never dare to do it again." "Okay, continue," Lan Yu released her leg, freeing Xiu'er from her feet. Xiu'er hurriedly wiped away her tears, sobbing softly as she held her master's foot, carefully kneading it, from the toes to the soles, and then to the heels, constantly changing her techniques—pinching, kneading, pressing, rubbing. Xiu'er used all the massage techniques she had learned in school, trying her best to please her master. Lan Yu sat on the sofa, eyes slightly closed, comfortably enjoying the massage. After finishing the left foot, Lan Yu placed her leg on Xiu'er's shoulder. The obedient Xiu'er quickly took her master's other foot and massaged it in the same way. Her fingers were already sore, but Xiu'er dared not stop for a moment, stealing glances at her master as she massaged. Seeing that her master was enjoying himself, she secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
After massaging for nearly an hour, Xiu'er was drenched in sweat, and her knees ached from kneeling. Just when Xiu'er could no longer hold on, Lan Yu signaled that she could stop. Xiu'er felt as if she had been granted a pardon. With her master's foot on her shoulder, she couldn't kowtow, but she still nodded and bowed, thanking her master for using her. Lan Yu looked at Xiu'er and smiled, gently flicking Xiu'er's face with her toes. "Little slave girl, you did a good job. Master is very satisfied." The master's feet glided across Xiu'er's face, cool and refreshing. What beautiful feet! The moment Xiu'er saw her master's feet, she felt an irresistible itch. Now, unable to resist any longer, she hesitantly stuck out her little tongue and tentatively licked her master's foot. "Hiss~~" Lan Yu gasped. A tingling sensation quickly spread throughout her body from where Xiu'er's tongue met her foot, a tingling and itching sensation that trembled every nerve. "Continue, you lowly servant, lick,"

Lan Yu commanded. Xiu'er immediately cupped her master's feet again and began to lick them carefully, sucking on each toe, between the toes, on the soles. Xiu'er didn't miss a single inch of skin, licking with abandon. Lan Yu hadn't expected her feet to be so sensitive. Every touch of Xiu'er's tongue to her sole sent shivers through her body, a powerful stimulation enveloping her. Gradually, she couldn't help but moan. The girl on the ground diligently licked, her tongue moving back and forth on her master's feet. The faint salty taste stimulated her taste buds. The girl couldn't explain why licking her master's feet brought her such great stimulation. Her lower body was wet, and the girl twisted and wriggled, almost frantically swallowing and spitting out her master's soles. She couldn't help but moan. The moans of the master and slave mingled together, further stimulating their nerves. Shy's tongue slowly licked upwards, but Lan Yu pulled her close and pressed her lovely lips against her private parts. Throughout the night, the two girls, one above the other, each savored their own pleasure. Lan Yu satisfied herself many times, but commanded Shy to never try sexual pleasure without her permission. Although Shy was burning with desire, she dared not disobey her master's will…

…

As night deepened, Lan Yu ordered Shy to kneel at her bedside, ready to serve her at any time. Shy dared not resist in the slightest. Lan Yu was indeed exhausted and lay peacefully asleep in the warm blankets. Shy, still burning with desire, knelt wearily. Her sleeping master's breathing was even, her face flushed. Shy unconsciously lowered her head again.

V. Serving Meals

The next morning, sunlight, accompanied by the clear chirping of birds, lovingly caressed Lan Yu's beautiful curves. Lan Yu opened her eyes and found Shy curled up under the bed, her head resting on the corner between the bedpost and the bedside table, fast asleep. "That girl," Lan Yu chuckled angrily, kicking Xiu'er with her foot. "Lazybones! I told you to serve me, and you're sleeping!" The kick jolted Xiu'er awake. Realizing what was happening, she turned pale with fright. She immediately kowtowed, begging for forgiveness. Lan Yu smiled. "Don't bother kowtowing. It's early in the morning. I won't hold it against you. I'll deal with you when I get home from get off work. Hurry up and help me wash up." Xiu'er quickly helped her master put on his pajamas, then knelt on the floor, inviting him to mount her. Having knelt all night, Xiu'er's knees were swollen. When her master mounted her, her knees ached terribly, and Xiu'er gasped. But Xiu'er knew in her heart that her master was a noble goddess, and she would never let her master walk when her slave was present. Compared to serving her master, her own pain was insignificant. Xiu'er crawled laboriously, trying her best to maintain her balance, and carried her master to the washroom. Xiu'er stopped consciously in front of the washbasin. Lan Yu sat on Xiu'er's lap, washing and applying makeup. Xiu'er knelt quietly, without uttering a sound. When Lan Yu went to the toilet in the morning, Xiu'er held the toilet paper high above her head, then bent down, letting her master step on her head. Lan Yu was very satisfied with Xiu'er's humility and felt proud of hiring this little girl. Thinking this, she slightly tightened her feet, ruffling Xiu'er's hair. Xiu'er groaned repeatedly as her master stepped on her, her nose and lips deformed from being pressed against the bathroom floor. "Stick out your tongue and lick the floor." Xiu'er licked it as instructed, making Lan Yu giggle. "What does the toilet taste like, you little slut?" But as soon as the words left her mouth, Xiu'er let out a soft moan and began to wriggle. Lan Yu was startled. "What are you doing? You like toilets? You slut!"...

Lan Yu went to work, and Xiu'er knelt at the door for a long time before daring to stand up and take a closer look at her master's house for the first time. The master's house was a two-bedroom apartment, decorated in an elegant and refined style. The furniture was all light-colored, and the floor was covered with pale yellow composite flooring. She had been assigned to the smaller room. Having been busy serving her master all day, she hadn't tidied the room. Xiu'er pouted and sat on her bag, rubbing her swollen knees, before starting to tidy her small bed. There wasn't much stuff, and in less than half an hour, Xiu'er finished. Looking at her warm little bed, Xiu'er smiled broadly, rolled around on it, feeling very comfortable. After fidgeting for a while, Xiu'er sat up. Thinking of the events of last night, her lower body burned with desire again. Several times she wanted to reach inside and masturbate, but each time she only touched it briefly before pulling back. Her master forbade her to touch her genitals, and Xiu'er was truly too afraid. "Oh well," Xiu'er pouted, feeling wronged. "My master has taken me in, so I'd better obey." But how could she please her master? Xiu'er thought for a moment, then decided to cook a delicious lunch for him. Xiu'er smiled smugly; she was always confident in her culinary skills. Taking out her money, she found she had less than a hundred yuan left. Xiu'er went to the market and bought a free-range chicken, a beef shuttlecock, and a pumpkin. She then threw herself into the kitchen, ready to cook. While cooking, Xiu'er carefully tidied up the house. After confirming that her master would be satisfied, she smiled and carefully packed her cold-dressed chicken, braised beef shuttlecock, and a pot of pumpkin porridge into a food box, then happily headed to her master's company.

The company wasn't far from home. When Xiu'er arrived, everyone was leaving for lunch. At the company, Xiu'er ran into Shan'er, who had become the boss's assistant secretary. Shan'er was also dressed in a business suit, looking smart and capable. "Oh, Xiu'er?" Shan'er had left early yesterday and didn't know that Xiu'er had become Lan Yu's maid. "You're working here too? Minister Lan kept you on? That's great! From now on, we're not rivals, we can be friends." Shan'er smiled gently and extended her hand to Xiu'er. Upon encountering Shan'er, Xiu'er became embarrassed again. They had both applied for the job, yet Shan'er was now the master's secretary, a high-ranking and well-paid individual, while Xiu'er had become a servant, licking the master's feet. Xiu'er awkwardly extended her hand to shake Shan'er's, softly replying, "No, I... I'm now Minister Lan's maid, serving the master's daily needs. I'm here to deliver his meals." Xiu'er could have easily used the fashionable term "nanny," but strangely, she felt a strange sense of pride in the words "maid" and "master," even believing that her status would make Shan'er envious, thus allowing her to regain some dignity after her defeat in front of her competitor. "Maid? Master?" Shan'er looked at Xiu'er with suspicion. "Oh, you mean you're Minister Lan's maid?"
"No, it's a maid, a servant girl." Xiu'er raised her head and said solemnly. "Oh...

" Shan'er nodded thoughtfully, looking at Xiu'er strangely. "Then come with me, I'll take you to see the minister. The minister just asked me to buy lunch." "Okay, thank you, Shan'er." Xiu'er followed behind Shan'er, feeling inexplicably happy.

In the office, Lan Yu finished her work and was chatting with several other department heads, waiting for Shan'er to return with lunch. The door opened, and Shan'er led Xiu'er in. Lan Yu was taken aback, looking at the two people in front of her with a puzzled expression. "Minister Lan," Shan'er said with a smile, "Xiu'er brought you lunch." "Oh, is that so? Thank you, Shan'er." Lan Yu smiled gently, but her expression remained authoritative, inwardly scolding Xiu'er for her impetuousness. At this moment, Xiu'er was slightly surprised to see several people in the room. Her heart pounded, and she walked up to her master. "Master, Xiu'er has brought you food. Please see if it's palatable. If not, Xiu'er will go buy more." Xiu'er's voice was soft,
but it attracted a few strange looks. "Master?" Si Yu, the head of the planning department, smiled in surprise. "Lan Yu, when did you become the master?" "Hehe," Lan Yu smiled. "Si Yu, don't be nosy. Xiu'er is my nanny. In her hometown, employers are called masters." As Lan Yu spoke, she opened the food box. The spicy and rich aroma, along with a sweet fragrance, was very appetizing. Lan Yu glanced at Xiu'er and saw that Xiu'er was looking at her nervously with expectant eyes. Her heart softened, and she gave Xiu'er a reproachful smile, gently calling her "You brat." Shy Girl heard the praise in the voice calling her "little brat," and a smile immediately spread across her face. Fearing she might lose her composure, she pursed her lips tightly; if they were outside, she probably would have jumped for joy.

Emboldened by her master's praise, Shy Girl gracefully walked to the table, took out the food, and presented the chopsticks to her master with both hands. Then, she stood respectfully beside her master, gracefully half-crouching in greeting, "Please have your meal, Master." "Oh, such a sensible nanny!" everyone murmured. "Lan Yu, you're so lucky!" Lan Yu looked at everyone, smiling but not answering.

"No, it's Shy Girl who's lucky. Serving Master is Shy Girl's destiny," Shy Girl said shyly, her face flushed, exuding charm.

"Oh dear, that sounds so cheesy," Siyu shrugged deliberately, about to say something more, when Lanyu chimed in, "Siyu, won't you all try some? This girl's cooking is really good." Everyone crowded around, and after tasting it, they all praised it. Xiu'er was naturally pleased, and Lanyu felt proud.

"Minister Lan," Shan'er carefully interjected, "Didn't you get your high heels dirty this morning?
It's not elegant for you to wear flats to the company. I offered to clean them for you, but you wouldn't let me. Since Xiu'er is here, and she said you're ordering your maid around, why don't you let her clean them for you?" Shan'er deliberately mumbled the words "ordering your maid around," but everyone heard it clearly. "Ordering your maid around?" Everyone looked at Lanyu and the embarrassed Xiu'er with suspicion. Lan Yu lowered her head and sipped her porridge with a small spoon. After a while, she looked up, not responding to everyone's questions. "Alright, Xiu'er, go and clean my shoes," she said, gesturing towards the corner of the wall. Xiu'er, of course, recognized her master's shoes. She respectfully replied, "Yes," and hurried to the corner, squatting down. Her face flushed, she picked up her master's high heels. Under everyone's astonished gazes, she lifted the hem of her skirt and gently wiped the shoes. Where there was dirt, Xiu'er opened her mouth and breathed lightly on the shoes to moisten them, then wiped them away with the hem of her skirt.

Everyone watched intently as Xiu'er cleaned diligently, completely unaware of what was happening.

A strange light flashed in Shan'er's eyes, hazy yet determined.

VI. Punishment

Finally, the master came home from work. Xiu'er had already prepared the meal and knelt at the door to wait for her master. As usual, she helped her master change her shoes, then knelt beside her to serve her dinner. During the day, Xiu'er's carelessness both pleased and annoyed Lan Yu. She treated Xiu'er coldly, but Xiu'er sensed her master's displeasure and tried her best to please her. While her master ate, Xiu'er massaged her feet and legs. Lan Yu would occasionally spit out food she didn't like or that didn't taste good, and Xiu'er would crawl around on the floor like a puppy, licking it up. Xiu'er's attentive service improved Lan Yu's mood slightly. Guessing that Xiu'er hadn't eaten lunch either, she broke off a piece of steamed bun and casually tossed it on the ground. Xiu'er was indeed hungry, having not eaten all day. Seeing her master throw down the bun, she pouted shyly and reached out to eat. Just as Xiu'er's mouth was about to touch the bun, Lan Yu suddenly lifted her leg and stomped on the bun, also stomping on Xiu'er's pouting lips. "Ouch!" Xiu'er cried out in pain, covering her mouth with both hands, her facial muscles twitching, tears welling in her eyes. Lan Yu hadn't intended to step on Xiu'er's lips, but she hadn't expected Xiu'er to lean in so quickly. Seeing Xiu'er's comical expression as she covered her mouth, she couldn't help but laugh. "You can still get your mouth stepped on? So stupid. Now eat." Lan Yu said, but showed no intention of moving her foot. Xiu'er covered her mouth and looked pitifully at her master, finally understanding her master's meaning. Her master wanted her to eat the steamed bun from under her master's feet; needless to say, she wasn't allowed to use her hands. Although Xiu'er served her master with utmost subservience, she still felt embarrassed to be stealing food from under another girl's feet. She hesitated, but then saw Lan Yu's face darken. Startled, Xiu'er jumped up and, without thinking, quickly leaned in to eat. Stealing steamed buns from under someone's feet wasn't easy. Those exposed were manageable, but those on the soles of shoes were much more difficult. Xiu'er stretched out her tongue as far as possible, constantly changing the angle, using her master's foot as a center, circling back and forth as she ate. Lan Yu continued enjoying her dinner, smiling as she watched Xiu'er on the ground desperately trying to survive by scrambling for a steamed bun at her feet. A warmth rose within her.

The two girls, roughly the same age, ate their dinners, one enjoying herself, the other struggling. Life is equal, and the demands are the same, yet their status and lives can be vastly different—one high above, riding in luxury, the other lowly, begging, flattering, barely clinging to life.

Lan Yu finished eating and, seeing Xiu'er still frantically crawling on the ground, decided she'd had enough. She released her foot, and Xiu'er hurriedly kowtowed, swallowing the steamed bun with her shoe print in a few bites. "Are you full?" Lan Yu asked Xiu'er. "Full," Xiu'er replied, head bowed. Actually, after a day of hunger, half a bun wasn't enough. Looking at the leftovers on the table, Xiu'er's mouth watered. Lan Yu watched all this, smiled slightly, took a steamed bun, and lovingly handed it to Xiu'er. "Go crawl to the corner and eat this. After you're done, quickly clean up the table. Don't bother with the leftovers, throw them all away. After you're done, I still have a score to settle with you." Saying this, she changed the TV channel, ignoring Xiu'er. Xiu'er hugged the steamed bun her master had given her, feeling incredibly touched. Knowing her master hadn't intended for her to eat the leftovers, she silently crawled to the corner and began to eat heartily. As she ate, Xiu'er felt a surge of hurt and wanted to cry. Her master would rather throw away the food than give her any; was she really so lowly that she didn't even deserve to eat her master's leftovers? Xiu'er's thoughts raced, but she still ate quickly. Her master still had a score to settle with her, and Xiu'er dared not delay even a moment.

While clearing the table, Xiu'er took the opportunity to drink a few mouthfuls of tap water in the kitchen. She smoothed her small chest, finally managing not to choke. She quickly and carefully washed the dishes and cleaned the floor, then obediently crawled to her master's feet and knelt properly. "Master, your servant is here," Xiu'er said, knowing her master would punish her severely, her fear mixed with a hint of anticipation. "Move forward a little," Lan Yu's tone was icy. Xiu'er timidly crawled forward as instructed. Before her hand even left the ground, her master's foot stepped on her left hand's fingers. Startled, Xiu'er dared not pull her hand away, not understanding her master's meaning. Just as she was wondering, a sharp pain shot through her fingers. "Ouch!" Xiu'er cried out. Then, her master's foot ground down hard. The pain was excruciating; Xiu'er cried out for mercy, but her master continued to increase the force, grinding and stomping. Lan Yu wore a pair of high-heeled, rhinestone-studded wooden slippers, which accentuated the whiteness of her beautiful arches. Beneath her feet, Xiu'er trembled in pain, twisting and turning, her head pressed against the ground, her lips pressed against her master's shoe. With each push of Lan Yu, Xiu'er let out a scream, louder and louder. Xiu'er's screams aroused immense pleasure in Lan Yu, who continued to press harder, controlling Xiu'er's pitiful cries. The feeling of inflicting pain on others was so wonderful; Lan Yu was deeply intoxicated, completely ignoring Xiu'er's suffering beneath her feet. Five or six minutes passed before Lan Yu's legs grew tired, and she finally released Xiu'er's poor little hand. Xiu'er's hand had long since lost all feeling from being stepped on. She used her right hand to support her left wrist, barely managing to lift her hand, and didn't forget to kowtow to thank her master for forgiveness. After kowtowing, she could only weep sadly, tears streaming down her face. Lan Yu saw that Xiu'er's injured hand was trembling with pain. "Still crying?"
Lan Yu's voice wasn't loud, but it startled Xiu'er, who immediately stopped crying, though tears continued to flow. Xiu'er looked up in fear, staring at her master in panic. "I'm so tired from stepping on you. It's all to teach you to be sensible. Come and rub it for me."

Lan Yu was immersed in a kind of excitement, showing no pity for Xiu'er. In Lan Yu's mind, Xiu'er had always been a girl of low character, and she felt that Xiu'er deserved her punishment.

Xiu'er, with tears streaming down her face, obeyed her master's orders and gently rubbed her master's leg. Her injured left hand was difficult to bend and straighten, and every effort brought excruciating pain. Xiu'er gritted her teeth and endured it, carefully tending to her master's leg that had caused her so much pain. "Thank you, Master, for teaching me to be sensible. You've suffered, Master," Xiu'er said through tears, not forgetting to please her master. At this moment, Xiu'er felt no resentment whatsoever; instead, she was deeply grateful to her master for releasing her leg in time and sparing her. These two sentences were spoken with utmost sincerity. Compared to being abandoned by her master, this pain seemed insignificant. Shy actually began to thank her master for disciplining her. She believed that by being disciplined, she would become more sensible, would no longer displease her master, and could continue to stay by his side. Shy's major was psychology; she deeply understood that she had been completely conquered by her master, her masochistic nature completely controlling her. A person with self-respect often falls even more completely when their self-respect is destroyed, especially someone like Shy, with extensive psychological knowledge and having witnessed countless cases of masochism. Blue Rain, of course, was unaware of Shy's psychological process. However, Shy's servile flattery aroused Blue Rain's boundless disgust. Shy possessed the same despicable face as the treacherous villains of the past. Blue Rain was convinced that behind Shy's shamelessness lay an extremely ugly and vicious soul.

Xiu'er's service made Lan Yu feel very comfortable. "Do you know why you're being punished?"

"Yes, I know," Xiu'er answered softly. "This servant was lazy and slept in. I even embarrassed Master in front of his colleagues when I brought him lunch."

"Do you think the punishment is enough?" Lan Yu didn't want to forgive Xiu'er easily.

"This, no... not enough," Xiu'er became afraid again, but how could she disobey her master's will? Xiu'er's pain threshold had been very low since childhood, medically known as "pain hypersensitivity." What was a third of pain for others was a ten for Xiu'er, so she had been afraid of pain since childhood.

"What other punishment do you think you should receive?" Lan Yu asked Xiu'er in a teasing tone.

Shyness turned pale with fright, not daring to disobey. After a moment's thought, she lowered her head and whispered, "Whip."

"Whip?! Good." Lan Yu stretched out her body. "Take off your clothes. Go and fetch me your belt." Shyness obeyed, quickly climbing onto the clothes rack, pulling out her belt, and handing it to her master. Then she began hesitantly to take off her clothes. "Take...take it all off, Master?" "Hmm." Lan Yu didn't say much. But Shyness was, after all, an unmarried girl. To undress in front of others, even though they were of the same sex, was still incredibly humiliating. Moreover, undressing was only to make her more painful when she was beaten... Shyness undressed very slowly, but Lan Yu didn't urge her. She liked to see Shyness's shy appearance. In the shame of the little maid in front of her, she saw the despair of a deer captured by a hunter, a unique kind of stimulation.

Shyness took off her clothes, her face as red as fire. She knelt down, shrinking back, her hands unsure of what to do, covering her private parts. Lan Yu stood up and pointed to the middle of the room, "Crawl over there." "Yes," Xiu'er crawled slowly, her legs tightly clamped together, swaying with every step. "It seems she's still quite naive. Although she may not be a virgin, she probably has very little experience with sex." Lan Yu, a businessman for many years, had a keen eye and deduced Xiu'er's experiences from her crawling posture. Disciplining a naive young girl was incredibly stimulating for Lan Yu. "Kneel properly," Lan Yu commanded coldly. "Yes," Xiu'er answered, her voice trembling with fear. "Snap!" A leather belt lashed solidly across Xiu'er's fair back. Xiu'er let out a clear "Ouch!" biting her lip and enduring the pain. The second and third lashes followed in quick succession, each accompanied by Xiu'er's innocent screams. After ten lashes, Xiu'er could no longer kneel. She collapsed to the ground, biting her arm tightly, barely managing to endure the pain. Lan Yu was tall and graceful, yet her strength was considerable. She only used half her strength to lash Xiu'er, but each lash left a deep red welt on Xiu'er's snow-white skin. After thirty lashes, Lan Yu was already slightly sweating. Xiu'er was already crying loudly on the ground, writhing in agony under the whip, her front and back covered in welts. Lan Yu gently wiped the sweat from her nose with the back of her hand, tossed the belt on the ground, and said calmly to Xiu'er, "Stop crying. Come with me." Xiu'er tried her best to stop crying and crawled behind her master, her whole body burning with indescribable pain. This time, Xiu'er was truly subdued, feeling only the boundless nobility of her master, even looking at her felt like a defilement.

Lan Yu sat down on the sofa, picked out two large pebbles from under the glass top of the coffee table, and made Xiu'er kneel at her feet. Shy's knees were already swollen, and this made the pain even worse. After kneeling for less than five minutes, her knees felt like they were about to split open. Lan Yu thoroughly enjoyed this slow torture; Shy's pain reignited her sexual desire. Lan Yu wiped the sweat from her face with a tissue, not letting Shy's knees rest until she was slapped a hundred times. Shy dared not utter a word of protest, enduring the pain in her body and knees as she fiercely slapped her own face.
...

That night, after Shy served her master a bath, Lan Yu pressed her breasts against her genitals again. Punished, Shy worked even harder.

Shy was very clever; although it was only her second time providing oral service to her master, she controlled the position and pressure perfectly. Lan Yu was brought to multiple orgasms by Shy's service, eventually becoming breathless and waving her hand to signal Shy to stop. That night, Shy was still not allowed to masturbate. While serving her master, Shy's body was stretched to the point of bursting with sexual desire, her legs rubbing back and forth. Afterwards, Lan Yu solemnly told Xiu'er: slaves have no right to enjoy sexual pleasure. From now on, Xiu'er can only watch her master enjoy himself to the point of ecstasy, while she herself will forever be nothing more than a tool providing services. After Lan Yu went to sleep, she didn't... (The text abruptly ends here, likely
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Lan Yu discovered that Xiu'er was actually a very intelligent and clever girl. Her excellent upbringing had instilled in her impeccable manners; she always addressed her mistress as "master" and never forgot to kowtow. Xiu'er was usually silent, and when not doing any chores, she would quietly kneel to the side. Lan Yu felt as free as when she lived alone, without any inconvenience from having another person in the household. Moreover, Xiu'er learned everything quickly and never forgot any tasks assigned to her. She not only served Lan Yu very well but also managed the household impeccably. Even more gratifying was Xiu'er's excellent cooking; she hadn't repeated a single dish in a week. Satisfied, Lan Yu began allowing Xiu'er to eat her leftovers, which was an immense blessing for Xiu'er. Each time she ate her master's leftovers, Xiu'er was as happy as a playful young girl, always first crossing her arms over her chest and silently praying for her master's happiness and peace. Xiu'er had very few clothes, only a few pieces that she wore regularly. Although she washed them all very clean, Lan Yu still found them somewhat worn and tattered. That day, Lan Yu sat on the sofa, watching her little maid carefully wiping the floor with a rag. Lan Yu smiled with satisfaction.

"Shǒu'er, come here." After Shǒu'er knelt properly at her feet, her big eyes looking at her obediently, Lan Yu took out eight hundred yuan from her bag. "Shǒu'er, you've done very well this week. Your master is very satisfied. You've passed your probation period. This is your salary for this week, but I'll treat it as a month's salary. Take the money and buy yourself a couple of outfits. When you go out, you'll save face for me." Saying this, she handed the money to Shǒu'er.

Shǒu'er was momentarily embarrassed, looking at the banknotes in her master's hand. "Master, I... I don't want it." "Why don't you want it? It's a lot, a reward from your master, the fruit of your own labor. Take it, be good." Lan Yu's words were very gentle. Shy'er pouted, her expression one of utter innocence and pitifulness. She shook her head. "No, Master, you feed me, provide me with shelter, and support me. It's only right that I serve you. Besides, I'm your slave; doing anything for you is my duty. I can't take your money anymore." Shy'er spoke stubbornly. Lan Yu frowned, puzzled. "Food and lodging included, eight hundred a month. We agreed on that. Why are you asking for money now? I can't let you serve me for nothing. Take it, or Master will be angry." Shy'er lowered her head, remaining silent, and shook her head again. "Heh, interesting," Lan Yu chuckled angrily. "Shy'er, Master knows you're loyal, but what's rightfully yours is rightfully yours. Just serve me well." "Master, I serve you because I admire you, not for money," Shy'er's voice was soft, but resolute. Lan Yu was stunned. She then realized that Xiu'er had used "I" instead of referring to herself as "this servant," which was unprecedented. Had she really hurt Xiu'er's pride by giving her money? Was she truly willing to be her servant? Had she misjudged Xiu'er, and was she not the kind of shameless, opportunistic person? Thinking of this, Lan Yu regretted her rashness. After a moment's hesitation, "Shy Girl, Master understands. Master just wants you to buy two nice outfits. Master likes you when you're dressed up nicely. If you have your own money, then I won't give you any. Go buy them in a bit, and when you come back tonight, I want to see your new clothes." "This..." Shy Girl raised her head, looking aggrieved. Her eyes slowly darted around as she thought for a while. What young girl doesn't love beauty? She used to be short of money and couldn't afford clothes, but now that her master had said that, Shy Girl was tempted. Besides, dressing up nicely would indeed make her master look good. So, blushing, Shy Girl took two hundred-yuan bills from her master's hand. "Master, this is enough."
"What kind of clothes can you buy with 200 yuan?" Lan Yu said, forcibly stuffing another 200 yuan into Xiu'er's hand. The rest, Lan Yu put in a drawer under the coffee table. "The money's all here. Take it if you need it. Even though Master didn't give it to you, you have the right to dispose of this money." "Yes," Xiu'er replied, lowering her head and remaining silent. Lan Yu noticed Xiu'er's shoulders trembling slightly. "Sigh," Lan Yu sighed softly. "Continue working. Go to the market when you're done." Xiu'er nodded, secretly wiping her eyes, picked up a rag, and resumed wiping the floor with her head down. Neither master nor slave seemed to notice...
Shy went out again, wearing that pale yellow dress. Before leaving, she knelt at Lan Yu's feet and respectfully kowtowed three times. Lan Yu waved her hand without saying a word.

Lan Yu didn't actually go to work that afternoon; she couldn't stop thinking about Shy kneeling and sobbing. She picked up her phone and texted Shy, telling her to order takeout for dinner and not to rush back to cook. Shy replied quickly with an "Mm" and a smiley face. Lan Yu could tell Shy was happy.

In the evening, Shy returned, opened the door, and stepped in shyly, her face flushed, head bowed, not daring to look at her mistress. Just as she lifted her skirt to kneel, Lan Yu stopped her, saying, "Don't kneel yet, let your mistress see you." Shy Girl bought another yellow dress, but a pale yellow one, along with a pair of soft-soled black cloth shoes and short white socks, making her look pure and innocent. A sky-blue bow was tied in her hair, which fell smoothly over her shoulders as she stood shyly. "You like yellow so much?" Lan Yu asked Shy Girl with a smile. "Mmm," Shy Girl nodded shyly, pursing her lips and smiling reservedly. "Come here, kneel down. You look quite pretty in your new clothes," Lan Yu commanded. Shy Girl knelt down as instructed. Lan Yu felt that Shy Girl looked even more charming and gentle today. "Didn't you buy anything else?" Lan Yu continued to ask. "I did buy some more, some fabric," Shy Girl answered hesitantly. "Fabric?" Lan Yu found it a little strange and casually opened the black plastic bag Shy Girl had placed on the ground. Inside was a piece of light blue imitation silk satin, some white gauze with a hint of pink, and some scraps of other colored fabric. "What are you buying all this for?" Lan Yu asked, puzzled. "This servant wants to... to make a dress for Master," Xiu'er replied, reverting to her maidservant title. "A dress?" Lan Yu's eyes widened in surprise. "You can make clothes?" "Yes, I've learned," Xiu'er said softly, taking out the remaining 200-odd yuan and respectfully placing it on the table. Lan Yu frowned. "You only spent a little over a hundred?" "Yes," Xiu'er nodded. "A little over a hundred can buy so much stuff? Give me a price list," Lan Yu asked, somewhat incredulous. "Yes," Xiu'er replied carefully. "Reporting to Master, the skirt is 35, the shoes are 25, the hairband is 10, and the fabric cost 100." Lan Yu was both amused and annoyed by Lan Yu's words. She playfully kicked Xiu'er, "You brat, where did you buy this from? You think saving a few bucks will make a difference?" Xiu'er bit her lip. "Master, it's not bad. Other people charge seventy for a dress. Anyway, it's all wearable. I've always bought clothes like this." The two chatted and laughed. Lan Yu's takeout arrived. Xiu'er accepted it, paid, and served her master dinner.

This time, Lan Yu ate slowly, constantly throwing food on the ground to coax Xiu'er to eat. Later, she even dumped half the rice on the ground, picked out some good dishes, and placed them on top. She then crossed her arms and rested them on her legs, watching Xiu'er eat intently. Her master's beautiful face was very close to Xiu'er's. Xiu'er felt embarrassed by her master's actions and ate hastily. Although eating at her master's feet was a common occurrence, today, a strange feeling grew in both Xiu'er and Lan Yu's hearts, each lost in their own thoughts. After dinner, Lan Yu pulled Xiu'er around and looked at her repeatedly, constantly making her spin around. Xiu'er blushed and obeyed her master's commands, feeling sweet inside. For the first time, Xiu'er saw deep affection in her master's eyes. Suddenly, Lan Yu had a bright idea. She stood up, pulled Xiu'er, and ran to the bedroom. Xiu'er was terrified. In the bedroom, she didn't know whether to kneel or stand. Then she saw Lan Yu open the wardrobe, take out many of her own clothes, and tell Xiu'er to wear them for her. Wearing her master's clothes was something Xiu'er didn't even dare to think about, and she kept backing away in fear. Lan Yu's face darkened. "You dare disobey? Are you asking for a beating?" Xiu'er was startled and dared not disobey again. Trembling, she put on a few pieces. Lan Yu smiled and admired her, "Not bad, not bad, our little slave girl is very pretty." Saying this, she picked out a few clothes she didn't like anymore and handed them to Xiu'er, "These are a reward from your master. Take them and wear them." Xiu'er blinked her big eyes, hesitated, and took them. Her knees buckled, and she knelt down again…

That night, the master and slave were unusually close, and once they started talking, they kept talking. Lan Yu also learned about Xiu'er's past and understood why Xiu'er was rude when they first met. Because of that rudeness, Xiu'er insisted on kneeling up and slapping herself ten times. Lan Yu watched with a smile. Only then did Lan Yu's misunderstanding of Xiu'er completely disappear. When Xiu'er brought up the topic of sadomasochism, Lan Yu was intrigued, smiling sweetly. "However, if you continue like this, I might really start to look down on you. Besides, I've discovered I really enjoy hitting you. Don't you regret it?" "Of course not, Master," Xiu'er said, her shyness gone, her voice growing bolder. "I didn't want Master to look down on me anyway. Tonight is an exception. Tomorrow, we'll still be master and servant."

That night, Lan Yu wanted Xiu'er to sleep with her, but Xiu'er shook her head repeatedly. "No, no, no, how can that be? How can I sleep in Master's bed? I'll dirty it." Although Xiu'er and Lan Yu had become quite familiar, the boundary between master and servant remained very clear in Xiu'er's mind. She had never considered, and dared not even think about, sleeping in her master's bed. "Disobedient again?" Lan Yu feigned displeasure. After some more negotiation, Xiu'er still couldn't win against her master. During her bath, Xiu'er washed herself very carefully, while Lan Yu watched, giggling incessantly.

"Come on up," Lan Yu urged, lying in the soft blankets and seeing Xiu'er still whining and rubbing against the floor. "Okay," Xiu'er mustered her courage and climbed onto the bed from Lan Yu's feet. She carefully lifted the blankets, then became worried again. How should she lie down? Turning her back to her master seemed disrespectful, but facing him was risky; she was afraid her breath might hit him. Xiu'er blushed and could only lie on her back, nervously remaining motionless. Lan Yu waited for a long time, but Xiu'er remained as still as a corpse. Knowing she was nervous, Lan Yu felt an indescribable tenderness for her. "Xiu'er, you can move a little," Lan Yu said, trying to help her relax. "Yes," Xiu'er replied hesitantly, stretching her legs but then remaining still.

Lan Yu smiled helplessly. This girl was truly nervous, truly considering herself the master of her own life. Unable to refuse, Lan Yu had no choice but to take the initiative. Thinking this, she gently turned Xiu'er's body and softly embraced her with her warm arms. Their four young breasts touched, and both their faces flushed.

The next morning, when Lan Yu opened her eyes, she found Xiu'er's beautiful eyes fixed on her. When Xiu'er saw her mistress open her eyes, their gazes met, and her already red face turned even redder. "What are you looking at?" Lan Yu asked with a smile. "Nothing, nothing, I'm just looking at you...you're so...so handsome," Xiu'er said hurriedly, about to get up. "I'll go make you breakfast," Lan Yu said. After getting up, Xiu'er resumed her servant's respect for her mistress. Lan Yu repeatedly gestured for her to be more casual, but Xiu'er blushed and ran away each time. Lan Yu sighed inwardly; this girl's subservience was too strong. Let her be. Lan Yu suppressed her own feelings and resumed her mistress's dignity.

After work, Lan Yu returned home and saw that Xiu'er had already changed and washed the sheets and blankets she had slept in the night before. She shook her head, her eyes slightly moist.

Eight. Shan'er.

Lan Yu made Xiu'er cry again.

Lan Yu had always been very satisfied with Xiu'er's obedience. This girl was clever and skillful, well-read, and used ancient etiquette in serving her, which she greatly appreciated. She had even sewn her a beautiful set of clothes—an ancient costume, a tube top, a skirt, and a light gauze outer garment, all according to Song Dynasty regulations. Lan Yu found herself very beautiful in ancient clothing, her skirt flowing like a fairy dancing on water. Every time she wore this outfit, Xiu'er would stare in amazement. There was only one thing Lan Yu disliked: Xiu'er's constant crying. Lan Yu loved to whip Xiu'er, enjoying seeing her suffer. But usually, after only a few strokes, Xiu'er would cry. Although Xiu'er wasn't temperamental and was quite obedient even when crying, never interfering with her service, Lan Yu was still very annoyed by her cries. Now, Xiu'er was wiping away tears again, and Lan Yu felt inexplicably frustrated. She simply ignored Xiu'er. Seeing that her master was truly angry, Xiu'er

tried to flatter her in every way, but Lan Yu simply ignored her. Work at the company had been very busy lately, and Lan Yu was constantly overwhelmed. Fortunately, the newly hired Shan'er was very capable and helped Lan Yu a lot. Lan Yu greatly appreciated Shan'er, but she always had a strange feeling that Shan'er's respect for her went beyond a superior-subordinate relationship. In front of her, Shan'er acted overly submissive, and she often mistook it for Xiu'er serving her. That day, Lan Yu finally finished her work and leaned back in her chair to rest. Shan'er obediently made her a cup of coffee and brought it to her. Before Lan Yu could ask, Shan'er went behind her and gently massaged her shoulders. Lan Yu was about to stop her when Shan'er said gently, "Minister, you've been working too hard these days. I can't be of much help, so I'll just give you a massage. I hope you won't mind my clumsy hands." "Of course not, thank you, Shan'er," Lan Yu smiled, feeling very grateful.

"Shū'er, it's been a long time. How's she doing at your place?" Shan'er asked casually.

"Not bad, quite diligent," Lan Yu replied, enjoying the massage. Shan'er's massage technique was different from Shū'er's. Shū'er's technique was learned from medical school and had a strong therapeutic component, but it often made people feel quite painful and uncomfortable.
Shan'er's massage technique was extremely gentle, much more pleasant than Xiu'er's. Lan Yu liked it very much and secretly thought that Xiu'er should also learn it properly.

"Oh, does Xiu'er massage you at home? Actually, foot massage is the most comfortable. Does Xiu'er know how to do it?" Shan'er seemed particularly interested in Xiu'er, mentioning her in every sentence.

A few words caught Lan Yu's attention. Shan'er mentioned foot massage, could it be that she wanted to massage my feet? Could it be that she also
... has a foot fetish? Does she also have a masochistic tendency? So she deliberately provoked Shan'er, "Well, Xiu'er's foot massage is okay, but I still find it a bit rough. Like when she massages my shoulders, you massage more comfortably than her."

"Then you have to teach Xiu'er properly. How can a servant not massage feet well? Or... or you could try my technique?" Shan'er said tentatively.

At this point, Lan Yu had no more doubts. Shan'er's humility over the past few days had now been explained. Perhaps seeing Xiu'er polishing her shoes had aroused her masochistic tendencies. Lan Yu, feigning indifference, shook her head. "How can that be? Foot massage is something servants do. How can you do it?"

"Sure, Minister, I'm your subordinate. I'm just like Xiu'er, after all. Besides, if Xiu'er had performed better than me back then, wouldn't I be the one serving you in your house now? Actually, I'm quite envious of her." Shan'er's voice grew softer, and when she spoke of envy, it was all girlish shyness.
"Then, then let's try? Xiu'er kneels before me when she serves me, you don't need to." Lan Yu was filled with curiosity about Shan'er. Shan'er was different from Xiu'er. Xiu'er was destitute and had no choice in the matter.
Shan'er was capable, generous, shrewd, and outstanding at work, a promising white-collar worker. And since she volunteered, Lan Yu was even more excited.

"No, I... I'll kneel too," Shan'er smiled shyly, came to Lan Yu's side, and knelt down gracefully. She helped Lan Yu turn the chair around and took off Lan Yu's high heels with both hands. Because of the warm weather, Lan Yu wasn't wearing socks, so Shan'er massaged Lan Yu's bare feet with her bare hands. Shan'er's foot massage technique was even better than her shoulder massage technique; her fingers were strong and her pace was just right. Lan Yu closed her eyes and enjoyed it, occasionally praising her and instructing Shan'er, telling her her preferred techniques. It took about an hour to finish massaging both feet. Just as Lan Yu was about to praise Shan'er, she saw Shan'er deeply buried in her hands, holding her feet tightly. Lan Yu guessed what Shan'er was thinking. Sure enough, Shan'er mustered her courage and raised her head. "Minister, my hands are dirty, I'm afraid I'll get your feet dirty too. Can I lick them clean for you?" Shan'er said, her voice trembling with excitement. Lan Yu smiled gently and nodded. "Lick them clean." With Lan Yu's permission, Shan'er let out a soft moan and pressed her lips to Lan Yu's feet, licking them passionately. Shan'er's licking was intense with excitement, a different kind of allure compared to Xiu'er's careful, gentle licking. Lan Yu was stimulated by Shan'er's fervor, enveloped in immense excitement; had they not been in the office, she would have already moaned aloud. Shan'er, on the floor, also groaned softly from the stimulation, her body writhing with excitement, rising and falling, both of them lost in a blissful state.

After licking her feet, Shan'er blushed and gently wiped them for her master, asking softly, "May I also call you master and be your maid?"

"Yes," Lan Yu replied shyly, nodding at Shan'er. Lan Yu liked her very much. "Come home with me tonight, and serve me with Xiu'er.

" "Yes, master," Shan'er gently pressed her cheek against her master's instep, rubbing it tenderly.

Taking Shan'er home was a complete shock to Xiu'er. Xiu'er pouted, looking at Shan'er with extreme hostility. Shan'er tried to be friendly, but Xiu'er remained cold. Lan Yu saw this and her eyes were full of amusement. The two maids vying for her attention gave her a great sense of accomplishment and conquest. Lan Yu couldn't help but look down at her own feet. Yes, they were so beautiful they dazzled her. How could these two little servants not fall for her? For a moment, Lan Yu felt that it was too easy for them to kneel at her feet so easily.

At dinner, Shan'er and Xiu'er knelt side by side at Lan Yu's feet, each massaging one foot. With their feet comfortable, they ate with extra relish. Lan Yu was in a good mood, occasionally feeding the two female slaves at his feet. He found Shan'er particularly intriguing, frequently exchanging words with her. Xiu'er, however, couldn't stand it, pouting and glaring at Shan'er. Shan'er, of course, noticed, and occasionally responded with a smug smile. Competition, after all, showed no mercy—it was true during the initial selection process, and even more so now. Shan'er was determined to surpass Xiu'er and monopolize her master's favor. As
Lan Yu ate, a sudden idea struck him. He withdrew his feet, leaving the two female slaves bewildered, staring blankly at their master.
Lan Yu smiled mischievously, "Now I'm going to throw the food out and see who can grab it." Shan'er, being physically strong, eagerly anticipated the challenge. Xiu'er was in a dilemma again. She was delicate and afraid she couldn't compete with the others, but since her master had given the order, she couldn't worry about anything else in order to win his favor. Lan Yu picked up a...

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