Romantic Encounters (1-3.3) Author: Huang Jinlong

Word Count: 39708 (1-3.3)

Part One

As the saying goes, "Above is heaven, below are Suzhou and Hangzhou." The beauties of Hangzhou are blessed with the spirit of heaven and earth, the essence of the land and water, naturally possessing a delicate and charming beauty.

It is said that the places in Hangzhou with the most beautiful women are Zhejiang University and Hangzhou Normal University. Comparing the two, Zhejiang University has about 10 times the total number of students at Normal University, but the number of truly beautiful women is

roughly the same. Zhejiang University has five campuses, while the best of Normal University is concentrated in one place; proportionally, Normal University has the upper hand. On a certain day of a certain month of a certain year, a busybody on the Normal University forum suddenly proposed to select the four most beautiful women at the university. This proposal immediately attracted a flood of responses. Normal University has many beautiful women, but in terms of both quantity and quality, the School of Music and Foreign Languages leads the way. The competition for the four most beautiful women ultimately became a competition between these two schools. Finally, after a majority vote by the male students, the four beauties were chosen: Wind, Flower, Snow, and Moon. The two schools each had half, resulting in a tie. Feng Xue is a talented girl from the Foreign Languages Department, and Hua Yue is the most beautiful girl from the Music Department. Coincidentally, all four of their names contain the characters for wind, flower, snow, and moon, or have similar pronunciations, which became a popular topic of conversation. The four chosen beauties outwardly disdain the selection, but secretly they are delighted. Who would have thought that after the selection, many confusing and unbelievable relationships would develop among the four beauties?

Don't believe me? I can testify. Who am I? My name is Xiao Ruyue, and I am the key figure in this story…
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The above story is purely fictional. Beautiful girls can be found in various universities in Hangzhou, and the name of the Normal University is also fabricated. Please do not take it as fact.

"So annoying, so annoying…"

University life is so difficult to adjust to. This young lady has encountered several unpleasant things in a row, so of course she's in a bad mood. Although I just won first place in the beauty pageant forum, by coincidence, our four names happen to form "Wind, Flower, Snow, and Moon," "The Four Beauties of Normal University, Wind, Flower, Snow, and Moon"—how awful! It sounds like I'm fourth! It's infuriating!
Furthermore, the dormitories at the Normal University have eight people per room! How cramped and stuffy! I'm used to being pampered, I can't stand so much suffocation!

I visited a senior from high school and heard that he and his classmates rented a place near the school. My heart skipped a beat: living off-campus is so much freer! No need to abide by the university's dormitory hygiene rules, no need to go home at set times or turn off the lights at set times, and if I rented this place, I could do whatever I wanted without anyone bothering me, haha! However, I can't rent a place alone; I need a roommate. Who?

I posted a notice on the school bulletin board looking for a roommate. Actually, there must be quite a few people at this school who want to share a room with me, given my reputation as one of the four beauties. But I believe most of them are boys, so I won't consider them. As for girls, I'll be eating, living, and going everywhere with a beautiful girl, so I need to be prepared to be a supporting character. Therefore, not many people responded until one name caught my eye: Qi Caifeng.

Qi Caifeng's name is now on par with mine, Xiao Ruyue, the captain of the dance team at our university. There's only one Qi Caifeng in our school, and only one person deserves that name. After the beauty pageant on the forum was announced, I specifically looked into her. She's a talented girl from the Foreign Languages Department, always ranking first in exams. Her temperament is as ethereal as a breeze; she's indifferent to boys and rarely speaks. Yet, despite this, more and more people are interested in her—it's true what they say, the more unattainable something is, the more you want it. I never expected such a girl to offer to share an apartment with me. Okay, she's fine. Two beauties living together—won't that make all the boys drool? Haha! The more I thought about it, the more smug I became. I stopped looking at the other applicants' profiles; who could be more suitable than her?

Finally, we're free from the annoyance of living in a shared apartment. Thanks to Feng and my efforts, our new home is much better than the shabby dorm room at school from every angle. I excitedly asked Feng, "You also find the student dorm too annoying and noisy, right?"
She replied, "I'm taking the CET-6 exam. The study atmosphere there isn't good; it's too noisy to concentrate. Besides, I want to study late into the night."

I was stunned. She's only a freshman and already taking the CET-6? This is incredible! The talented girl from the foreign language department truly lives up to her reputation.
Our lives were enviable. I'm not very good at sitting still and I'm always forgetful, while Feng is a very meticulous girl who keeps the house spotless. I'm on the dance team, and I have to practice every night. Returning to my new home feels like truly being home, like my mother is there; everything is prepared for me. Feng doesn't talk much, but she's very hardworking, which I admire and feel ashamed of. But those of us in dance do a lot of physical labor, while those studying foreign languages do mental labor—that's a difference. One is active, the other quiet; they're a perfect match. I think I was incredibly wise to choose her.

We lived peacefully for a while, and her CET-6 exam passed in this tranquility. On the day after the exam, I asked her how confident I was. She smiled at me, handed me a vocabulary list—a list for the CET-6 (most music academy graduates only get a level 3, let alone a level 6). I stared at her, unsure what she meant. She smiled faintly and said, "Test me however you like, I've memorized it all." My eyes lit up. I love to play around, but this girl, a year older than me, had never really messed around with me properly before. Why not take this opportunity…? So I quickly said, "Really? Then I'll test you on 20 words. If you memorize them, I'll gladly accept your punishment. But if you don't memorize even one, hehe, you'll have to crawl on the ground and be my horse today!"
She glanced at me with a hint of surprise, wondering why a college student like me would act so recklessly. But a flash of astonishment crossed her eyes, and she laughed. "Fine, I promise you, even if you lose, you can be my horse. Since you offered to be my horse, I won't be polite."

"Wait, the outcome isn't certain yet!"

I hurriedly flipped through my vocabulary list, focusing on long and obscure words to test her on.

After ten, sweat began to bead on my forehead, while she remained calm, almost speaking fluently. I paid attention, starting to test her on place names and personal names, but she was simply inhuman. The time it took for her to process both the difficult and easy words was the same, and she still spoke so fluently (actually, I hadn't even seen them, didn't know the principle that more words are easier to remember, and didn't know which ones were difficult for her). Only one word left. She smiled at me, and my hands began to tremble. I steeled myself, thinking, "Fine, I'm doomed today!" I closed my eyes, randomly flipped to a page, and blurted out a word. The moment the words left my lips, I regretted it. What?! I knew that too! Oh no!

A gentle breeze blew by, and she stood up with a smile. I looked at her, ready to surrender, but she beat me to it: "I know this word very well, but I can't remember it right now. You win."

I was stunned for a moment, staring at her face for a long time, until she said again, "What, not happy about winning?"

I jumped up happily. It wasn't just about satisfying my vanity by riding the beautiful woman in front of me like a horse; it was the thrill of surviving a close call. I'd really hit the jackpot!

She stood up from her chair: "Tell me, how do we play? I'll do whatever you say now."
That wasn't much, but it made me even more excited. I tried hard to control myself: "Okay, then lie down. I'll be over there, you crawl over here."

"Okay!"

She did as I said without a word. I didn't expect her to be so obedient. When she was next to me, she gently said, "Please mount, Master."

"Master? Horse?"

I wasn't used to such a title for a moment, but I quickly came to my senses. Hehe, what a sense of accomplishment! Master!
I mimicked the knight's pose from TV, flipped myself onto the "horse," pulled the reins (her hair), and shouted, "Giddy up!" My horse slowly rose to its feet. It didn't rise very fast, but I was very comfortable. Actually, comfort was secondary; conquering this beautiful woman was even more exhilarating. I closed my eyes, feeling somewhat like I was floating on clouds.

Not long after, Feng started panting, and I knew she was about to give up. But I wanted to maintain my masterly status for a while, so I yanked her hair and yelled, "Can't take it anymore already? Hurry up!"

She turned around and gave me a resentful look. I'm sure most chivalrous guys would swoon over that look, but I wasn't swayed. I felt a sadistic urge within me, an irresistible urge.

Feng hadn't been training much, and she really did collapse after a short time under my mount. I remained on top of her, feeling her breath and listening to her panting. After a while, she finally calmed down. Even then, I didn't get off her back, and she didn't tell me to get up and end the game. Slowly recovering from my excitement, I looked at her and began to feel a pang of guilt; after all, I was the one who almost ended up on top of her. Then, she glanced back at me and whispered, "Can I turn over? It's tiring lying on my stomach."

So she rolled over and lay on her back, and I naturally plopped down on her chest again. She didn't object at all. We stared at each other for a long time. I saw her face slowly turn red, and her breathing quicken. Suddenly, I remembered something and quickly stood up. "I'm sorry, I feel so good, thank you."

Unexpectedly, she winked at me. "It's okay, I feel good too."

My mind went blank. I tried to help her up, but she did something even more surprising—she suddenly grabbed my feet and placed them on her face. "What are you doing!"

I tried to shout, but I found myself too weak.

"Do you know why I want to live with you? I've noticed you for so long, and I've admired you for so long. I love being your horse, I love licking your feet, and I'll even be your slave. I deliberately lost to you today, please, for the sake of how I clean your house every day, for the sake of how comfortable I made you today, grant my request."

She actually shed tears. At that moment, I felt like I'd been struck by lightning, completely stunned. We froze in that position, like statues.

"Who awakens first from the great dream? I know my own life best. In my thatched cottage, I sleep soundly in spring, the sun lingering outside the window."

This is how the ancient sage Zhuge Liang described his life before meeting Liu Bei. Sleeping until dawn, waking whenever he wanted—how pleasant! But now, while I don't have the freedom of waking whenever I want, I have a privilege that even Zhuge Liang and other sages never enjoyed. My alarm clock is special; it's a beautiful woman named Feng, who kneels on the ground every morning and licks my toes!

After that unforgettable bet and confession, she became my little slave as she wished. Laundry and cleaning were her duties, but there were also some "special" services. For example, at dawn, she would get up, wash, buy breakfast for two at a small shop, and then go to early morning study.

Half an hour before class, she would kneel in front of my bed to act as my "alarm clock." After I got dressed, I would ride on her back to the bathroom. By the way, since that day, I haven't walked around the dorm by myself. The thrill and excitement of riding a beautiful woman back then has now become a mere illusion. Washing my face and brushing my teeth were also done while riding on her back. I required her to stand with her legs straight, hands holding the sink, and her body and lower limbs at a 90-degree angle, so that my height while riding her was about the same as before.

At first, neither of us was used to this position, but after a while, it wasn't a problem. We

didn't go back to our dorm at noon. I didn't have the habit of taking a nap, and she was busy studying. In the evening, there were no classes in the foreign language department, so we would usually go back to the dorm after class and dinner. But I had to rehearse dance almost every night, and I wouldn't get back until almost 9 pm. That's fine, because it gives her some time to herself; once I get back, the time won't belong to her anymore. Usually, the first thing I do when I get back to the dorm is have her massage my feet, of course, with her mouth and tongue, because that feels the most comfortable. Dancing is tiring; I often come back drenched in sweat, and when I take off my shoes, the whole dorm smells of stinky feet. But Feng seems to have a natural foot fetish; she doesn't mind at all, and instead licks them with relish. Sometimes, I wonder, between the two of us, is she satisfying me, or am I satisfying her?

After a shower, I feel refreshed, and that's when I order her around to do this and that. Sometimes when we have homework, I used to complain that the chair was too low, but now that problem is solved—her softest part is used as a cushion against my buttocks; sometimes when I want to go online, her body is my seat. I chat with people on QQ, and then talk to my little slave, having a great time. I would also open her QQ account, pretending to be her and flirting with the boys who wanted to pursue her but couldn't have her. I would say every word to Feng, who was sitting on my bottom. I don't know if it was because she was angry or because I had been sitting on her for a long time, but her face was always red. It was so funny! I wasn't online every day. Sometimes I would sit on the edge of the bed and read a book. Her job was to kneel at my feet and lick my feet, letting me play with them.

Gradually, she spoiled me and turned me into a queen. I liked the feeling of riding her and having my feet licked. Sometimes I would think, "If only I had two Fengs, I could ride one and the other would serve my feet." One day, I told her my thoughts. She thought for a moment and replied, "Since there's a first one, why can't there be a second one?"

This sentence lingered in my mind for a long time. That night, I couldn't sleep...

I went in, didn't say a word, and angrily climbed onto Feng's back, letting her carry me to the bed. Then I sat on the bed, lifted my foot and kicked her in the face. She didn't dare say anything, and continued to kneel down to take off my shoes and socks and lick my feet. She was already familiar with my smelly feet, and had eaten plenty of sweaty and muddy feet, so she was used to it all. But today, while she was licking my feet, I suddenly had a strange idea and shoved my foot into her mouth. She was startled, but then began to cooperate with my actions, licking the soles of my feet with her tongue, trying her best to swallow and spit out saliva to wash my feet. But I didn't appreciate it. I lifted my other foot and knocked the shoe off her face, then rubbed it hard on her face, and pressed my toes against her nose until her face turned

red before I let go. Only when her face was covered in bruises and her hair was a mess from my feet did I instruct her to carry me to the computer desk. I wanted to go online! She was still so obedient. She didn't say anything when I didn't. She lay on her back in the chair, closed her eyes, and continued to bear my weight. I turned on the computer, and a line of text popped up: These past few days, I don't know what's wrong, the owner has been in a bad mood. I could tell she was having trouble at school and was taking it out on me. I didn't dare rebel or ask too many questions; my master always treated me the way he did, but I was afraid she was bottling things up and it would be bad for her health. I still hoped she would talk about it; maybe I could help. I hoped my master would see this message soon and share her troubles with me…

My heart skipped a beat. What a clever girl she was. In this room, she was my slave, but outside, we were best friends. She was also one of the four beauties, an object of boys' admiration, and a teacher's darling. Her intelligence was no less than her beauty; perhaps she really could help me. I slowly turned around, looking at my mount. Her expression became even more complicated; she didn't know what I would do to her. I sighed and said, "I know you're good to me. We're best friends, so we shouldn't hide anything from best friends."

"Don't say that. I should share your burdens,"

she said, her eyes widening in surprise at the long-lost term of "best friend." I continued, "Hey, do you know Li Qianhua?"

"Hua?"

Her eyes widened even more…

I walked into the classroom, and a blush rolled towards me. A tall, beautiful woman warmly took my hand and said, "Ruyue, I'm so sorry about yesterday."

Here we go again. I frowned, unsure what to say. "That's because we have different views on dance team matters. You don't mind, do you?"

She smiled radiantly. "How could I not mind? You're always making things difficult for me."

I thought to myself, but couldn't show it: "Of course, of course, everyone's doing this for the dance team's good."

She laughed even harder, then suddenly said mysteriously, "I went to have my fortune told yesterday, by Blind Liu at the City God Temple. He said one of our four beauties is a sadist, one has masochistic tendencies, and two are bisexual, hehe, do you believe it?"

Wow! I was truly impressed by her; she could even predict that. But that blind man was really amazing. Did he know I'd jumped on the bandwagon? I hesitated for a moment, then laughed and said, "What nonsense! You believe everything a blind fortune teller says?"
"Why not? That blind man is very accurate!"

A clueless guy suddenly appeared nearby and exclaimed. I was startled and glared at him fiercely. But then a blush spread across my face, and I took his hand and introduced him to me: "Ruyue, this is my new boyfriend, his name is…"

I was truly impressed by her; her name reflected her personality. She'd changed boyfriends three times in less than a semester since starting university—she was really "playing the field"! But I couldn't ignore her boyfriend's feelings, so I cupped my hands in a gesture of respect, like a江湖人 (jianghu person , someone from the martial arts world)

, and said, "Nice to meet you, nice to meet you!" Unexpectedly, the guy

returned the gesture with a "nice to meet you"—what a silly boy. "Qianhua, go keep your boyfriend company. By the way, there's no rehearsal tonight. Could you come to our dorm, the one we just rented? We can discuss the personnel arrangements again. Let's eat dinner there; it's on me!" "
Okay!"

Before I could finish speaking, Hongyun had already swayed over to another boy…

I shook my head, looking at this beauty who was my equal. Perhaps it was a waste of her talent to be the vice-captain of the dance team. Don't let her seemingly crazy personality fool you; when it comes to getting things done, she's more efficient than anyone else. Plus, with her devilish figure and angelic face, even though she changes boyfriends every two or three months, there's still a long line of suitors. She can maintain good relationships with everyone, but who knows how many can escape when she really wants to get back at you? I started thinking again about the plan I'd made with the wind yesterday. That

evening, as promised, flowers bloomed at Fengyue Residence (our dormitory, of course, a nice name, right?). Guests arrived, and of course, Feng'er couldn't be left to suffer. But I, the young lady, am not good at preparing food, so I stayed to entertain the guests.

We were all in high spirits that day, and Qianhua even drank some wine. Once the wine was down her throat, she was out of control; her eyes were blurry, her legs felt weak, and she collapsed in no time. When she woke up, she found herself tied up, laid on the ground, with someone sitting on top of her. Just as she was about to struggle, a burst of laughter rang out: "Welcome to our world, dear flower."...

The music was intoxicating, the wine was intoxicating, and the two beautiful women beside her were even more intoxicating. Li Qianhua thus inexplicably "drown" on the floor. When she woke up, she found herself bound. Her prone position hadn't changed much, but her hands were tied behind her back, her legs were bound together, and it felt like someone was sitting on her.
Never having suffered such humiliation, she struggled desperately, but to no avail. She was in great shape, better than many boys in X High School. She had even participated in Taekwondo during the summer vacation. If someone hadn't been sitting on her, she might have struggled to her feet and escaped.

A silvery laugh drifted over with melodious music: "How about it, Qianhua? Not bad, right? I guarantee a lot of boys would get nosebleeds if they saw you like this."

I walked over with a smile, squatted down, and looked at her flushed face. "What are you doing? Let me go!"
"Nothing, just want to come and chat with us. Oh, by the way, my feet haven't been washed yesterday, they hurt so much, could you lick them for me?"

She stared at me wide-eyed, unable to believe there was such a pervert in the world: "Lick feet? How could you even think of that! I'd rather die than lick them!"

"Oh, really? Then Lingfeng, you can continue enjoying your horseback riding. Hehe."
I turned to leave, but then turned back: "Oh, right, I almost forgot, I need to go and review my lessons. What am I supposed to do if you keep bothering me here? I might as well

gag you. Don't worry, it won't be long, I'll come back and ask you later." I took off my socks, pried open her mouth, and shoved them in. The smell of the socks made me wince, but the pleasure of torturing her overwhelmed everything else. Just you wait, I thought smugly. Normally, I wouldn't be able to beat a flower even after ten months, but now, she's at my mercy.

I deliberately dragged out my homework, taking 40 minutes to finish a test that should have taken half an hour—I didn't dare take too long, afraid of hurting her, after all, I couldn't go too far. I strolled over to her, dug the sock out of her mouth, looked at her flushed face, and asked with a grin, "Have you figured it out? Want to lick it?"

She glared at me weakly and said resentfully, "I didn't expect you to be such a pervert."

"Oh, is that so?"

I stuffed the sock back in. She panicked. Although she had some martial arts skills, being pinned down like this for a long time with a smelly sock stuffed in her mouth was unbearable for anyone. She shook her head desperately, looking at me with a longing look in her eyes. I was secretly pleased, knowing there was a chance, so I took out the sock again: "How about it? My patience is limited, you know."
I grinned wickedly, imitating the tone of a villain on TV, and it felt pretty good. "I agree."

She lowered her head, her voice as soft as a mosquito's buzz. "What? What? I didn't hear you."

I continued searching for the villain's instincts: "Louder! What did you agree to?"

"I agree to lick Miss Xiao Ruyue's feet!"

She mustered her courage to say this. Although she was usually very generous, it was really hard for her to say something so humiliating.

I sat on the ground and waved my foot in front of her eyes. She closed her eyes. I put my toes against her nostrils: "Let's get used to the smell first, so it won't be too sudden later, hehe, I'm good to you, right?"

Her face turned pale instantly, suffocating from the smell of my feet. After a while, I moved my foot away, and she gasped for fresh air, but didn't dare to say anything. Once she calmed down, I brought my foot closer: "Okay, this time you're going to lick it. Be careful, there's still a lot of dirt between your toes. I don't want to wash my feet today."

She understood what I meant, and her face turned even paler.

Seeing that she still hadn't opened her mouth, I became a little impatient, pried open her little mouth with my toes, and forced it in.

She murmured softly, not daring to say more. What followed was less of her licking her feet and more of my feet licking her tongue. I squeezed and stomped hard, and having gained experience with her, my toes were much more agile than before. She was already sweating from the pain.

Next came the soles and insteps. I enjoyed her tongue and mouth while instructing her movements, acting like a dutiful queen. Time passed by, second by second. When she had licked both feet thoroughly and hoped I would release her, I stood up with a smile, took out a piece of paper, waved it in front of her, and said, "Write your name on this, and I'll let you go."

By this time, she was delirious, but even so, she could tell it was a slave declaration...
The night was deep, a depth that instilled fear. Li Qianhua finished reading her slave declaration in this darkness.
Suddenly, thunder began to rumble outside, and a fierce flash of lightning tore through the sky, turning hell into daylight in an instant, only to return daylight to hell once more. In Flower's eyes, Crescent Moon Manor at that moment resembled a witch's castle, its walls revealing a sinister smile the instant it was struck by lightning. She knew she couldn't escape her fate; the wind riding on her had already filmed the entire scene of her licking feet. If such a video circulated at school, people wouldn't care who the feet belonged to, but her humiliating moment of licking feet would become everyone's gossip.

The raindrops suddenly grew larger, pattering against the ground. I glanced at the sky and said to Flower, "You don't need to go back today. Look at that heavy rain; let the wind teach you the art of licking feet."

She knew that from this day forward, my orders were inviolable. I turned to Feng: "You're in charge of teaching her properly. Don't be shy, she's our shared slave."

Hua slowly knelt down, licking someone's feet for the first time. Feng began to exercise her "master's" rights, ordering her to learn how to lick feet through this act. The rain poured down harder, Hua's tongue grew increasingly numb, and her heart sank deeper and deeper.

At school, we remained inseparable best friends. When I took her hand and announced to everyone that Li Qianhua would be moving in with me, I wondered how many people looked at us with envy. Holding her trembling hand, I knew her heart was shaking without even looking at her face. Back home, we were still inseparable. Uncle Fu and the others could attest to that. Look, I even instructed them to have all our meals in my room on the second floor from now on. They knew that girls had endless things to talk about when they got together, but they didn't know what would happen in the room.

Our dining posture was indeed patentable. Hua was lying down, carrying her princess, me, on her back, while her other master, Feng, knelt beside me. Usually, I eat first, while Hua focuses on being her horse, and Feng enjoys my feet first. After I finish eating, Hua carries me to wash up, and only then can Feng eat. In the evening, when I have homework and play on the computer, Hua can quickly finish our leftovers. By then, I'm sitting on my soft human cushion as usual, and she has to crawl over and lie on the ground, using her shoulders and back to support my feet, while also licking Feng's feet. Feng has the right to chat and laugh with me while online, but she only has the obligation to lick feet, and even going to the toilet requires our permission.

I turn on the computer and open QQ. A familiar avatar flashes: "Sister Ruyue, it's been a long time. I was busy with homework the other day, and I only have some free time now. I heard that Lingfeng and Qianhua are staying at your place. When can I come over and join in the fun?"

I stare blankly at the screen, momentarily forgetting to talk to Feng beneath me—the ones who are supposed to come are almost here.
During the Wei and Jin Dynasties, the aristocratic system was prevalent. The situation gradually improved during the Sui and Tang dynasties, but powerful and influential families remained prominent in the court, enjoying immense power and prestige. The Dugu family was such a family during the Tang dynasty; even Emperor Taizong's empress was from the Dugu clan. The Dugu family only began to decline during the Southern Song dynasty. The Dugu lineage moved south to Hangzhou with Emperor Gaozong and settled there. While their descendants did not enjoy the same immense wealth and status as their predecessors, they lived comfortably and were all from scholarly families. In the seventy-ninth generation after Emperor Gaozong's southward migration, a talented woman emerged, whose talent and beauty rivaled those of Empress Dugu, but whose aloof and proud nature truly lived up to her name, Dugu Xue.

Dugu Xue caused quite a stir when she first entered X Middle School. As a first-year high school student, she represented X Middle School in the Hangzhou City Knowledge Competition, answering almost all the questions correctly and single-handedly helping X Middle School win the championship. Her breadth of knowledge and talent astonished everyone present. Leng Lingfeng was also a talented girl, but she was far ahead in academics. Although Dugu Xue's grades weren't as good as Leng Lingfeng's, no one doubted her title as the top talented girl in X Middle School.

I'm proud to have such a friend. We've known each other since kindergarten, through elementary and middle school. In high school, although we weren't in the same class, we were still classmates and kept in touch frequently. It was only in our senior year that we were both focused on our studies and had fewer opportunities to meet and talk. Her personality was completely different from mine; she was a total cold beauty. In this respect, even Feng couldn't compare to her. Feng was just silent and didn't like to talk, while Xue often gave off an aura of superiority. Every boy who came into contact with her was attracted to her, yet none of them felt they knew how to make a move.
Her temperament, her appearance, her disdainful gaze, and even more importantly, her eloquent and witty remarks, made everyone who met her feel inferior.

I'm an exception. We've been inseparable best friends since childhood, and we've only ever talked about everything. It's like we're inseparable, like we're inseparable.

I've always been close friends

, like brothers
, like sisters, like friends ...

She was indeed taken aback. When she saw me, I was straddling Leng Lingfeng's back with an air of nonchalance, while Li Qianhua was carefully licking my feet. Even with her lightning-fast reflexes, she was stunned for a moment. I smiled at her: "Didn't expect that, did you? Want to play horseback riding with me?"

"Oh? That would be so much fun."

She really was my childhood friend, and indeed the top talent in X Middle School. Seeing this, she only paused for a moment before readily accepting my suggestion without asking any questions. I breathed a sigh of relief; I didn't have to waste my breath explaining what was going on.

I pointed to a flower and said to Xue, "This one can be your horse. We'll have a horse race in this room and see whose horse runs the fastest."

Xue was startled and quickly said, "Ah, no need. I'll ride Lingfeng. Ruyue, you're taller, so ride a taller horse."

"Hehe, okay."

I didn't think too much about why she wouldn't ride Qianhua, and happily got off Lingfeng to give it to Xue, then sat on Qianhua herself.

"1, 2, 3, go!"

I gave the command, and the two horses began to struggle to their feet. Just as Xue had said, tall people ride tall horses, and thin people ride thin horses—truly a worthy opponent. We raced each other, laughing all the while, but in the end, I, with my superior "riding skills," emerged victorious.

"Haha, I won!"

In my joy, I didn't forget to instruct my slave: "Feng, I've trained you for so long, how come you're not as good as Hua? From now on, Xue is your master too, you must serve her well."

"Yes!"

The obedient Feng waited for Xue to get down and then knelt down in front of her, licking her feet. Xue had never had her feet licked before, and she giggled from the tickling sensation: "Ruyue, I'm truly impressed by you. They're so obedient."

"That's because they're slaves I trained myself. If you come often, my slaves will be your slaves too."

Her laughter gradually subsided, and then she stared directly into my eyes: "Not only will I come often, but I also want to join you all. Now, the four beauties of romance, beauty, snow, and moon will all be complete."

Even during class, I was still thinking about that day. Ever since Xue joined us, our "games" had become even crazier. Xue is my best friend and the most admired talented girl, so I couldn't bear to let her be my slave. In most cases, she did play the role of "master" very well, sometimes even better than me. But there was one thing I couldn't understand: she seemed to harbor some unresolved resentment towards Feng, taking it out on her every time she was in charge, but never laying a finger on Hua. Could it be that they were also scheming against each other like Hua and I? I glanced at Hua not far away and found that she was also preoccupied, not paying attention to the old scholar's lecture. I couldn't help but wonder: as the class monitor, she was usually quite diligent in class, unlike me. Had she really become a different person after suffering my "torture"?

I returned my thoughts to Xue. As I said, most of the time, she played the role of master, but sometimes, she couldn't help but ask to be my slave, lick my feet, and be my horse, performing very convincingly. Thinking about this, I shook my head with a wry smile. I never expected that such a seemingly cold girl could be more energetic than any of us when it came to having fun. If our school could form a drama club, I would definitely recommend her as the leader.

On another note, the feeling of enslaving Xue was different from enslaving the other two: Feng was the one who gave me my initial spark, and the feelings at that time were indescribable. But as time passed, besides gaining some tacit understanding, we lost some of that passion.

I could no longer find that feeling in her; Hua was my "enemy," but that was just my childishness. There was no deep-seated hatred between us, just a mutual dislike. When I enslaved her, I had no scruples. With her, it was simply a release, a cathartic release. Yet, I also felt a pang of guilt, realizing I had wronged her. Unlike the other two, she was forced into it. Xue was my good friend, someone I admired and worshipped, but internally she was even more insane than the rest of us. Enslaving her brought back the feeling I had for Feng—she could trample all men underfoot with contempt, while I was her master, she could only beg and groan at my feet. The feeling was indescribable.

I divided the four of us into four ranks. I was the highest, the master. Xue was only responsible to me, the master of the other two—actually, only the master of Feng. Feng had to serve the other two, but could enslave the lowest-ranking Hua—I could never let go of my hatred for her. Each time it was "activity" time, the three of them fulfilled their duties. I received the best treatment; I could ride one of them while the other two licked my feet. After serving me, Xue would take her anger out on Feng—she always had new ideas, and Feng's body was always covered in bruises from her trampling. When it was Feng's turn to enjoy herself, she always liked to have Hua lick her feet—I could tell that Feng liked licking feet and being licked, but she seemed to have few other sadistic hobbies. And so, day after day passed, until now.

My thoughts were pulled back by the school bell; school was over. As usual, I took Hua's hand and we went home together—since having three such good companions, I rarely organized dance rehearsals. Along the way, she talked more than usual, and because of my guilt towards her, I was unusually friendly to her—after all, this was outside of playtime.
When we got home, I still told Uncle Fu and the others not to come upstairs without my permission, and then I called Hua and we went up to the second floor together.
They got out of school earlier than me, and I was happy to see Feng and Xue lying at the door like two dogs, waiting for my arrival. However, the words they uttered startled me: "You're back, Master Li Qianhua!"

I turned around in surprise, only to be struck hard on the back of the head, instantly losing consciousness...

Part Two: Shooting the Moon

Night fell, the bright moon hung high. A dark figure stood atop the mountain peak, his face obscured, only the bow in his hand and the arrow on his back gleaming with golden light. He took a few quick steps, drew his bow, pulled the arrow, and shot! The golden arrow soared into the sky, its energy piercing the clouds, tracing a beautiful arc, like a golden dragon, baring its fangs and claws, attacking the moon... This is a dream I've been having frequently these past few days, and now, in a hazy state, this scene reappears in my mind: shooting the moon! The

unattainable beauty, as lofty as the moon, is now a prisoner of the other three beauties, her hands bound behind her back, kneeling on her own floor, her mouth stuffed with her own stockings, staring in terror at her companions. Completely unaware of what has happened.

Li Qianhua walked proudly to my side, pulled the stocking out of my mouth—just like I had done to her a few days ago—and said, "Didn't expect that, did you? Leng Lingfeng is my cousin, and she's on my side!"

Cousin? My head was spinning. How could there be such a relationship? I had no idea. She seemed to read my mind and chuckled a few times: "There are many things you don't know."

Feng walked up to me: "We could have continued playing this game, but you actually set your sights on my cousin, so we devised this plan to trap you."

I suddenly remembered something and said, "Don't forget you still have the video in my hands!"

She chuckled a few times and ignored me. Actually, it was obvious that Feng was the one who filmed it; she was just putting on an act to get away with it. It's a shame I didn't take it out and watch it afterward, or I would have been exposed long ago. I sighed and turned to Xue—my best friend: "Why are you also..."

Xue didn't dare to look up and remained kneeling. Hua strolled to the sofa where I usually sat, sat down, and then waved to Xue. Dugu Xue crawled over like a lowly bitch, wagging her rear end. Hua stomped hard on her face, knocking her to the ground. She silently got up, knelt down again, and bent down to kiss Hua's feet. I understood. Xue was Hua's slave all along. No wonder she didn't dare to do anything to Hua, no wonder she was more serious than anyone else, no wonder she appeared on the second night after Hua arrived...

Watching Xue serve me was so different from watching her serve someone else. Now I understood how important Xue was to me. She was not only my childhood friend, but I also had a strange feeling for her. So when she was humiliated, my heart ached like it was being bitten by insects. Yet she looked satisfied, letting Hua's feet roam over her face and body, even trying to please her, her nostrils slightly open, emitting soft moans.

I struggled to stand, but Feng pressed me down again, as if she had struck my weak spot: "You've made us serve you for so long, you should at least give us something in return."

I shook my head, unable to accept the reality before me. Hua sneered, kicking Xue to the ground again, then trampling on her, one foot on her waist, the other rubbing hard against her face. Xue's face was distorted under her trampling, her chest heaving as if she couldn't bear the weight. Hua coldly said to me, "This is your best friend. Can you bear to see her suffer like this? If you're willing, you can share her pain. Don't worry, I won't be as cruel to you as you are to me."

Xue strained her eyes, staring at me, as if pleading with me to agree to her master's demands. I steeled myself. In this situation, what could I say? With those three, they could easily force me to do something even more humiliating, and then actually film it—that would be even worse.

I felt a little tempted. Feng untied the ropes on my back. I didn't stand up, but slowly crawled towards Hua.

I know I'm saving my friends, I know I'm cleansing my past sins, I know I feel a surge of excitement and pleasure I've never felt before, I know my new life is about to begin...

It's still that solemn "Pathétique March," but the audience has grown to four; it's still that strong, longing coffee, but the one savoring it is now Li Qianhua; it's still that heavy rain, but it's striking my heart. My heart ceased to belong to me the moment the music began, sinking into the fragrant coffee, only to be torn to shreds by the torrential rain and thunder.

A flesh-colored stockinged foot stomped on Dugu Xue's—my best friend's—face, swaggering and seducing my soul. I had completely surrendered, crawling towards my ruler with the most devout posture. Suddenly, a soft body pressed down on me, and caught off guard, my limbs went weak, almost collapsing to the ground.
At that moment, Leng Lingfeng, like a proud knight, roughly pulled my long hair—just as I had pulled hers before. I couldn't help but groan, offering no resistance, nor daring to resist, carrying my knight forward toward that stockinged foot—this was my sacred object, to whom I would repent.

I knew that the flower's foot odor surpassed mine; although there was no dance rehearsal, the smell was no less intense than mine, drenched in sweat. Just moments before, I had wondered why Xue was so infatuated with these stinky feet, but now I too could not resist her allure. I suspect I'm a born masochist, but so are Feng and Xue, and Hua certainly enjoys it too—otherwise, she wouldn't have come all this way, as a queen, to experience being a slave for a few days. The Four Beauties, the epitome of romance and beauty—who would have thought they were all this kind of scum!

I stopped crawling. Hua's feet were right in front of me, and Feng was still on my back, showing no sign of dismounting. I knew this wasn't just revenge; in fact, all four of us, besides being masochists, also shared a tendency to abuse others. Without much thought, I steeled myself and took Hua's stockinged feet into my mouth. The salty, pungent smell spread from my tongue to my entire taste buds, quickly filling my brain, clogging my thoughts, and then escalating from my brain to my nostrils, eliciting a groan.

Suddenly, she pulled her feet out of my mouth and slapped me twice hard—one foot on Xue's slender waist, the other slapping me forcefully—only Hua, who had studied martial arts, could possess such skill. "How dare you! You licked my feet with your filthy mouth without my permission!"

A coquettish voice reached my ears, leaving me momentarily at a loss. Finally, Wind rescued me, directing me to kowtow and apologize to Master Flower. Then, Wind led me to the desk and retrieved the slave declaration I had written myself, only changing the name. Before the three of them, I loudly swore to be Master Li Qianhua's loyal foot slave.

Flower smiled, a smile even brighter than a flower. She dismounted from Snow and sat on the sofa. Snow, as if granted a reprieve, knelt before her again after only a few breaths, tirelessly licking her feet. Flower looked at Snow gently, as if looking at her pet: "From now on, our ranks will be reversed. Flower is the highest master, Wind serves only me, Snow serves both of us, and you, Xiao Ruyue, can be enslaved by any of the three here."
I kowtowed, thanking my three masters. I carried Wind around the bedroom three times, then had the other two masters ride on me, each crawling three times. This was my greeting to my master as the lowest-ranking slave.
Days passed, and I slowly grew accustomed to my role as a slave, even though it was my own house.
Uncle Fu and the others, as usual, couldn't come upstairs without my permission. This confined our master-slave game to the four of us. Usually, Hua would imitate me, sitting on one of the female slaves and having the other two lick her feet.

Because I looked stronger than the other two, I often obediently lay on the ground for her to ride—this task was much more tiring than licking feet, and the most tiring work, of course, was done by me, the lowest-ranking slave. She also liked to play horse racing, which I guess was inspired by me, just like the day Xue came.
The difference was that the horses and riders were reversed, but the rule remained: tall people rode tall horses, and short people rode short horses. At first, I wasn't used to it. Carrying someone on the ground is already unpleasant—I didn't really feel it when Feng rode me for the first time, but Hua and Feng are on completely different levels, which greatly increased the pressure on me—especially since I had to crawl as fast as possible, like a race. Of course, I was basically the loser every time. Although Dugu Xue was a little weaker than me, carrying Feng was much lighter than carrying Hua. Hua seemed to know that this would always end like this, and she enjoyed it. I think she mainly wanted to find an opportunity to "punish" me. The so-called punishment was nothing more than licking her feet a little longer, washing her socks with my mouth, or carrying her on my back to crawl around a few more times. At most, she would step on me, which would indeed be a bit painful.

Feng was my second master. After serving Hua, the most important thing was to serve her. She was still so serene, and what she liked most was having Xue and me each lick one of her feet. Her feet weren't as charming as Hua's, so licking them really felt like cherishing a work of art. She didn't object to riding horses, at least she accompanied Hua whenever she wanted to race. But if she had to make the decision, the best thing would be for us to lick her feet while she studied, which she said was the ultimate pleasure.

Relatively speaking, Xue's sadistic tendencies were the most severe, and she was also the most masochistic. When Hua and Feng weren't around, she was my master. Serving her wasn't as comfortable as serving the other two. She liked me to lick her feet, play with my face, my tongue, and my whole body with her feet; she liked to ride me like a horse, and while riding, she would bring some "props" so I would crawl and bark like a dog; she also liked to "massage" me. Although she was lighter than Hua, I felt more uncomfortable because she would sometimes jump on me, saying she loved hearing my painful groans...

Even so, our relationship grew better and better. As time went on, it became a rule that the "games" only happened in my room. Outside of that room, we were best friends. My dislike for Hua gradually faded, and we developed into close friends who could talk about anything. And since Feng and Xue already had a good relationship with me, it naturally became even better. I don't know why, but since becoming a "slave," my spoiled and arrogant nature has slowly disappeared. I've started to understand others and learned to be tolerant. Perhaps everyone has their own way of life, their own personal space, and their own little secrets, just like us.

Hua also considers us her best friends. She even took us to see her new boyfriend, the one she met the day before she was "tricked" into coming to my house. Now, she and her boyfriend both work at a martial arts gym, meeting up every week to practice and work up a sweat. She said she took us to the gym not only to see her boyfriend, but also for something more important—for me. I don't know what connection I have with the gym, and I don't understand why she brought Feng and Xue along if it was for me. But we are, after all, the best of friends. On our day off, after kneeling and serving our three masters, we dressed up and went together, laughing and joking.

Hua's boyfriend is indeed quite handsome; I couldn't help but glance at him a few more times. He enthusiastically extended his hand to me: "I've heard so much about the four beauties of X High School. It's my great honor to see them all today."

(I was distracted.) He smiled again, "Today I also want to introduce you to one of my good friends, who also works at this martial arts school."

He then beckoned another handsome guy over: "This is Xiao Ruyue, the one I mentioned to you."

While he introduced his, I stared into the other man's eyes. This person in front of me didn't seem like a stranger. That gaze, that smile—it felt like I'd seen it thousands of years ago, but I couldn't quite place it.

He extended his hand in a friendly manner: "We seem to have met somewhere before, right? By the way, my name is Huang Jinlong."
My body felt like it had been struck by lightning. It was him! Jinlong shooting the moon—he was the man I'd dreamed of countless times. My three best friends had all heard this story from me. Hua, the one who planned our meeting, watched me with a half-smile. Feng, who rarely spoke, walked to my side and whispered in my ear: "Your real name, Emperor, has arrived."

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