Night Dog Yuxuan (1-3)

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Chapter One: The Loser At midnight, following the company's prescribed route, I completed all the patrol checkpoints set up in the community. Returning to the quiet, deserted guardhouse, I immediately made myself a cup of instant coffee, glanced casually at the monitor screens, and seeing everything normal, turned on my personal laptop and started browsing online novels. With the rapid advancement of civilization, the increasing sophistication of biomedicine, and the significant increase in human lifespan, coupled with the large number of new births each year, people's demand for housing has also increased. However, there are only so many habitable places for humans. How to accommodate the ever-expanding population within limited space has become a pressing problem for those in power. Fortunately, construction technology is advancing rapidly, and every country and region is constantly constructing super-tall buildings capable of accommodating large numbers of people, alleviating the problem of overpopulation. However, having a small shelter from the wind and rain is one thing, and having a good or bad quality of life is another. To protect their homes and personal safety and property, the special profession of "police-stationed security guards" (known as "security guards" in Hong Kong, Macau, and mainland China) emerged. When this industry first appeared, demand was low and compensation was good, so many of those who entered the field were elite veterans of the military and police. However, as more and more high-rise buildings were constructed, the need for a large workforce intensified, leading to fierce competition. This competition naturally squeezed the profit margins of security companies, indirectly affecting the work motivation of security personnel. As a result, those who used to serve as community security guards gradually changed from young and strong men to elderly men with gray hair and frail bodies. Therefore, I, a 33-year-old with a master's degree from Japan, arguably in the prime of my life, chose a security job with no career advancement, seemingly becoming an anomaly in this industry. I remember when I first reported to the community, the white-haired security team leader frowned after seeing my resume and asked, "Mr. Qiu, you have a master's degree, are so young, and have worked in a high-tech company. Why do you suddenly want to switch careers to become a security guard?" To this, I just awkwardly scratched my head and replied, "Because Mr. Ma from the head office is a good friend of my father, so he wants me to gain some experience at the grassroots level first, assess my work ability, and then see if there is an opportunity for me to enter the company's core." "I see." The team leader glanced at me knowingly. I originally thought that after mentioning the name of a high-ranking person in the company, I would receive better treatment, but I don't know if he had a grudge against Mr. Ma or what, but he actually asked me to work as a night security guard. Although when I worked as a research and development engineer in the Hsinchu Science Park, I often had to work overtime and almost died from overwork; I didn't expect that after finally escaping the excessive working environment, I would still be unable to escape the reversed day and night working pattern. Deep down, I didn't want to take this job, but circumstances forced me to accept it. Most importantly, Mr. Ma had saved my life, a debt I could never repay. So, no matter how unwilling I was, I had no choice but to accept the security team leader's arrangement. As Team Leader Uncle Gao said, I have a high level of education and have worked in a booming web game design company. My future and financial prospects are incredibly bright. Have I lost my mind to give up the prestige of a tech tycoon and settle for this security job with almost no growth potential? Frankly, although working in a tech company often involves long hours, unpaid leave, and health concerns, most people are willing to risk their lives for money, unless their health is truly in danger. If I hadn't offended a gangster more than six months ago—who even threatened to kill my entire family—I wouldn't have been forced to leave this emerging industry that everyone considers to have a lucrative future. At the time, if it weren't for my father being a retired police officer and having a close personal relationship with his former superior, Ma Jinglin—so that after I got into trouble, my father would have asked him to act as an intermediary, finding several influential underworld figures to mediate and resolve the situation. In the end, I spent all my savings bribing those underworld figures and that particular underworld boss to quell the storm. However, the underworld boss's resentment didn't completely dissipate, so afterwards he still spoke out in the underworld: "Anyone who dares to let Qiu Zhisheng work in the Hsinchu Science Park is going against me, Huang Zhongtang; anyone who goes against me, Huang Zhongtang, I guarantee I'll make their company go out of business." As the saying goes, "Good news doesn't travel far, but bad news travels fast." Even high-tech industries that rely on the "knowledge economy" to generate substantial profits are not immune to murky and ambiguous relationships with both the legitimate and criminal worlds. Since a heavyweight in the underworld had spoken, who would risk offending him for the sake of an insignificant nobody like me, thus ruining their hard-earned career? So, with this underworld boss's complete blacklist, I had nowhere to stand in the Hsinchu Science Park. Fortunately, Mr. Ma Jinglin, who had helped me before, learned of my situation from my father and took the initiative to arrange for me to work at a security company called "Xin'an Property Security," which he and a few others had co-founded. However, although the security job involved long hours and the income was nowhere near what I used to earn, it at least offered stable working hours. I didn't have to spend all my time thinking about developing new games, testing game software, or fixing program bugs, allowing my brain, which had been overused for years, to finally relax and improve my health. After working as a security guard for a few months, I had a pretty good grasp of the neighborhood's dynamics. So, seeing that things were going well in the neighborhood, I leisurely sipped coffee to stay awake and, without having to use my brain, scanned through one long but monotonous "brainless wish-fulfillment novel" after another. After reading some mindless, entertaining online novels for a while, I closed the webpage, got up, did a few stretches, glanced at the monitor screen again, cautiously observed the access control system, and then immediately locked the guardhouse door. I opened a Japanese website, skillfully entered my username and password, and entered a private forum called "Onitsuka Club." Looking at the naked female bodies bound in various rope techniques beneath their open kimonos, my heart quickly burned. Just as my lust intensified with each lewd rope bondage photo, I suddenly caught a glimpse of a beautiful white figure passing through the door. Startled, I immediately closed the webpage, enduring the painful erection in my groin, and calmly nodded to the young woman who walked away. Having worked in this community for some time, I knew the residents somewhat. From the delivery receipts for packages and letters, I learned that the woman's name was Yang Zhiqing. She appeared quiet and reserved, and I'd guessed she was under thirty. She had a shapely figure and, in my eyes, was a delicate and pretty young woman. It's just a pity she was already taken. But then again, even if she were still single, given my current job and status, I wouldn't dare have any romantic feelings for her, especially since she was already someone else's wife. Actually, these apartment buildings, housing all sorts of people, are essentially a microcosm of society, and those residents who don't fit into the community culture are naturally labeled as "weirdos" by the mainstream residents.Like this girl named Yang Zhiqing, I heard from other security guards that she was married. But according to the daytime guards, she didn't seem like a full-time housewife, shopping at the market with her close relatives every day, nor did she have a fixed nine-to-five job like an office worker. They only saw her occasionally coming to the guardhouse to sign for packages, or she was seen entering and leaving the gate with a young man of similar age; they rarely saw her going out alone. In other words, her relationship with the community and neighbors was practically nonexistent—a state of "zero interaction." I noticed this woman because the first time I saw her come downstairs to sign for mail and packages, she suddenly gave me a kind smile. That familiar yet slightly eerie smile made me look at her a few more times. From then on, whenever I saw her coming downstairs, I would always politely nod to her. However, sometimes when she was in a good mood, she would smile and nod at me; but most of the time, she would ignore me as if I were invisible, walking out of the community gate with an indifferent expression. After observing her a few times, I discovered that if she encountered other residents' cute little dogs in the community courtyard, she would squat down and play with them for a while, after which her mood would suddenly become particularly good. If she encountered community residents, she would spontaneously put on a seemingly charming and innocent yet somewhat eerie smile. But once she saw a large dog on a leash, she would quickly move away from those docile dogs with a look of fear. Not only that, sometimes when she came to collect a package, if she inadvertently saw other residents' packages or gifts tied and decorated with straw rope or brown rope, her expression would suddenly become somewhat strange, and after signing for it, she would hurriedly turn around and leave, as if there was something unclean in the guardhouse that terrified her. For this woman who was fairly good-looking but had an eccentric personality, we privately gave her the nickname "Weirdo Girl". After the eccentric woman silently and expressionlessly disappeared like a ghost, I patted my chest and let out a long breath to calm myself down. The sudden situation had startled my hard-won erection, causing it to instantly go limp. "Damn it! She's not some kind of ghost with a spirit but no body. Walking silently is one thing, but she didn't even say hello! Thank goodness it's not the seventh month of the lunar calendar, or I would have been scared to death!" I muttered to myself as she walked away, carefully observing my surroundings. Then I helped a few drunk residents who were returning home late to the elevator. After their families came downstairs and took these "drunkards" home, I pretended to be dutifully wandered around the community courtyard for a few minutes before returning to the guardhouse. I reopened the webpage I had been browsing and continued to look at those—bondage photos that aroused my lust. My fascination with these disturbingly explicit photos stems entirely from the profound influence of my first girlfriend. It all happened when I was about to enter my senior year of college. That summer, to earn money for the next semester's tuition, I took a tutoring job, helping a girl about to enter her senior year with English and math. The first day I arrived at her house, from the moment she looked at me—with the obvious hostility of someone going through a rebellious phase—I knew she wasn't an easy-going rich girl. After a brief chat with her mother, discussing salary, I immediately went into her bedroom, intending to understand her study progress and then create a study schedule for her. Before I could even open my mouth, this pretty, fiery girl snapped at me in an unfriendly tone, "Hmph! If my mom hadn't been pressuring me, I wouldn't have wanted a tutor at all. If you really want to be my tutor, fine, you just need to stay in my room during class time, and you don't have to worry about anything else." "Then what should I do?" "Do whatever you want, as long as you don't bother me." "Li, that's a great suggestion, but there's a saying: 'If you eat the king's bread, you must serve the king.' What if I do nothing and your grades don't improve?" "I'll just find another tutor. Since my mom likes to spend money, let her spend it. Anyway, we're so poor we only have money left." Hearing such a fierce and arrogant statement, what could I say? Although I was tempted to leave, her mother's gentle persuasion and the considerable salary made me go from being a student tutor to her personal babysitter. Her mother convinced me by saying, "Actually, the only reason I hired you as a tutor is to keep an eye on Xiaozhen and prevent her from making bad friends. As for whether she can get into a good school, I have no expectations anymore. If she doesn't get into her ideal university after graduating from high school, I will send her abroad to study." Since we both reached a consensus, I was happy to accept this easy tutoring job. After officially starting, I would go to her house on time every Monday to Friday, and then I would read my own books and do my own things in her room, staying there for two hours. Apart from talking on the phone with friends, watching TV, and occasionally letting out exaggerated laughter, we seemed to have nothing in common to talk about. Until one day, I saw the junior I had a crush on for two years getting into a luxury car driven by a senior from our department with a very excited expression. My mood suddenly plummeted that day. Feeling depressed, I arrived at her house and overheard her chatting with her friends about the latest designer bags on her brand-new phone. Then they went on to discuss how a male classmate had confessed to them, and how they teased each other about his impoverished background. Suddenly, I angrily stood up and slapped her hard across the butt. "Damn it! Just because you're rich doesn't mean you're all that! That money belongs to your parents, not you, so what's there to brag about!" After the slap, I stared intently at my hand, not even appreciating the springy, bouncy texture. I inwardly cried out, "I'm doomed!" Seeing her pouting, her red eyes brimming with tears, stubbornly staring into my eyes, I panicked, completely at a loss for what to do. Just as she was racking her brains trying to figure out what to do so she wouldn't tell anyone what had just happened, she spoke up: "You know, ever since I was old enough to understand, no matter what mistakes I made, my parents never hit me, let alone said a few harsh words. Also, no matter how well I behaved at school, no matter how bad my grades were, the teachers never dared to hit us rich kids... You're the first person I've ever known to dare spank me." "Uh... I'm... I'm sorry, I didn't mean to." "I know, because I noticed you seemed to be in a bad mood today. You... did you break up with your girlfriend?" "Please, I've never even had a girlfriend..." "Hahaha, you're so lame!" She smiled in a way that was more like crying, "No wonder, for a deadbeat like you who's neither handsome nor rich, having a girlfriend is just like supporting someone else's wife." "Shut up!" "What, did I say something wrong?" She raised her chin at a forty-five-degree angle, giving me a haughty sidelong glance. "You!" I angrily raised my hand, stared at her for a moment, then slammed it back down, cursing through gritted teeth, "I can't be bothered to talk to a good-for-nothing spendthrift!" With that, I immediately started clearing the table. "What are you doing?" "Going home!" I said coldly without turning around. "No! It's not time yet." "I'll text your mom to resign tomorrow." "Useless shut-in! I curse you to spend your life watching porn and masturbating at home." "Damn it!" The angry curse had barely left my lips when I threw my bag on the chair, rushed to the girl, flipped her over, pinned her to the bed, and raised my hand to slap her buttocks hard. "Fuck your mother! You're so young and already learning bad habits. So what if you're a rich man's daughter! Fuck! No matter how rich a woman is, in the end she still has to lie in bed and let men fuck her! Fuck your mother's slut!" With each word I said, I hit her hard. At first, she stubbornly cursed back, but after dozens of hits, all that could be heard was her low sobbing. "Waaah... You're right, my mom is a slut, and I'll be a slut that men can fuck anytime! Just kill me... Waaah..." Hearing her cries, I couldn't help but stop. "How could you say such things about yourself and your mother?" She turned around, her eyes brimming with tears, and said angrily, "You probably don't know, but my mother is actually my father's mistress, right?" "Ah!" "Hmph... Although my father is willing to spend money to support her, he won't give her a legitimate status. My father once told me that when I grow up and get married, he would reduce my mother's expenses, so my mother started partnering with others in business these past few years. However, she probably doesn't know that I've discovered she's having affairs with those partners, but I haven't told my father." After she inadvertently revealed her family's gossip, the shock in my heart instantly replaced my original anger. "Hmph! If she wasn't messing around outside, why would she hire you as my tutor and promise that you wouldn't have to worry about my homework? To put it bluntly, isn't she just trying to prevent me from ruining her plans, so she's restricting my freedom of movement in this way?" "Uh... I'm sorry. So... I can only stay here and stare at you like this?""Go downstairs." "Damn it! She's not some 'spirit without a body,' walking silently is one thing, but she doesn't even say hello! Thank goodness it's not the seventh month of the lunar calendar, or I'd be scared to death!" I muttered to her retreating figure, cautiously observing my surroundings. Then I helped a few drunk residents who were returning home late to the elevator. After their families came down and took these "drunkards" home, I pretended to be dutifully wandered around the community courtyard a few times before returning to the guardhouse. I reopened the webpage I'd been browsing and continued looking at those—bondage photos that aroused my lust. My fascination with these grotesque photos stemmed entirely from the profound influence of my first girlfriend. That was back when I was about to enter my senior year of college. That summer, to earn tuition for the next semester, I took a tutoring job, helping a girl who was about to enter her senior year with English and math. On my first day at her house, from the moment she looked at me, I knew she wasn't an easy rich girl to get along with—I could tell from her unmistakably hostile gaze that came with the rebellious phase of adolescence. After chatting briefly with her mother and discussing salary, I immediately went into her bedroom, intending to first understand her academic progress and then create a study schedule for her. Before I could even open my mouth, this pretty, fiery girl snapped at me in an unfriendly tone, "Hmph! If my mom hadn't been pressuring me, I wouldn't have wanted a tutor at all. If you really want to be my tutor, fine, you just need to stay in my room during class time, and you don't have to worry about anything else." "Then what should I do?" "Do whatever you want, as long as you don't bother me." "Li, that's a great suggestion, but there's a saying: 'If you eat the king's bread, you must serve the king.' What if I do nothing and your grades don't improve?" "I'll just find another tutor. Since my mom likes to spend money, let her spend it. Anyway, we're so poor we only have money left." Hearing such a fierce and arrogant statement, what could I say? Although I was tempted to leave, her mother's gentle persuasion and the considerable salary made me go from being a student tutor to her personal babysitter. Her mother convinced me by saying, "Actually, the only reason I hired you as a tutor is to keep an eye on Xiaozhen and prevent her from making bad friends. As for whether she can get into a good school, I have no expectations anymore. If she doesn't get into her ideal university after graduating from high school, I will send her abroad to study." Since we both reached a consensus, I was happy to accept this easy tutoring job. After officially starting, I would go to her house on time every Monday to Friday, and then I would read my own books and do my own things in her room, staying there for two hours. Apart from talking on the phone with friends, watching TV, and occasionally letting out exaggerated laughter, we seemed to have nothing in common to talk about. Until one day, I saw the junior I had a crush on for two years getting into a luxury car driven by a senior from our department with a very excited expression. My mood suddenly plummeted that day. Feeling depressed, I arrived at her house and overheard her chatting with her friends about the latest designer bags on her brand-new phone. Then they went on to discuss how a male classmate had confessed to them, and how they teased each other about his impoverished background. Suddenly, I angrily stood up and slapped her hard across the butt. "Damn it! Just because you're rich doesn't mean you're all that! That money belongs to your parents, not you, so what's there to brag about!" After the slap, I stared intently at my hand, not even appreciating the springy, bouncy texture. I inwardly cried out, "I'm doomed!" Seeing her pouting, her red eyes brimming with tears, stubbornly staring into my eyes, I panicked, completely at a loss for what to do. Just as she was racking her brains trying to figure out what to do so she wouldn't tell anyone what had just happened, she spoke up: "You know, ever since I was old enough to understand, no matter what mistakes I made, my parents never hit me, let alone said a few harsh words. Also, no matter how well I behaved at school, no matter how bad my grades were, the teachers never dared to hit us rich kids... You're the first person I've ever known to dare spank me." "Uh... I'm... I'm sorry, I didn't mean to." "I know, because I noticed you seemed to be in a bad mood today. You... did you break up with your girlfriend?" "Please, I've never even had a girlfriend..." "Hahaha, you're so lame!" She smiled in a way that was more like crying, "No wonder, for a deadbeat like you who's neither handsome nor rich, having a girlfriend is just like supporting someone else's wife." "Shut up!" "What, did I say something wrong?" She raised her chin at a forty-five-degree angle, giving me a haughty sidelong glance. "You!" I angrily raised my hand, stared at her for a moment, then slammed it back down, cursing through gritted teeth, "I can't be bothered to talk to a good-for-nothing spendthrift!" With that, I immediately started clearing the table. "What are you doing?" "Going home!" I said coldly without turning around. "No! It's not time yet." "I'll text your mom to resign tomorrow." "Useless shut-in! I curse you to spend your life watching porn and masturbating at home." "Damn it!" The angry curse had barely left my lips when I threw my bag on the chair, rushed to the girl, flipped her over, pinned her to the bed, and raised my hand to slap her buttocks hard. "Fuck your mother! You're so young and already learning bad habits. So what if you're a rich man's daughter! Fuck! No matter how rich a woman is, in the end she still has to lie in bed and let men fuck her! Fuck your mother's slut!" With each word I said, I hit her hard. At first, she stubbornly cursed back, but after dozens of hits, all that could be heard was her low sobbing. "Waaah... You're right, my mom is a slut, and I'll be a slut that men can fuck anytime! Just kill me... Waaah..." Hearing her cries, I couldn't help but stop. "How could you say such things about yourself and your mother?" She turned around, her eyes brimming with tears, and said angrily, "You probably don't know, but my mother is actually my father's mistress, right?" "Ah!" "Hmph... Although my father is willing to spend money to support her, he won't give her a legitimate status. My father once told me that when I grow up and get married, he would reduce my mother's expenses, so my mother started partnering with others in business these past few years. However, she probably doesn't know that I've discovered she's having affairs with those partners, but I haven't told my father." After she inadvertently revealed her family's gossip, the shock in my heart instantly replaced my original anger. "Hmph! If she wasn't messing around outside, why would she hire you as my tutor and promise that you wouldn't have to worry about my homework? To put it bluntly, isn't she just trying to prevent me from ruining her plans, so she's restricting my freedom of movement in this way?" "Uh... I'm sorry. So... I can only stay here and stare at you like this?""Go downstairs." "Damn it! She's not some 'spirit without a body,' walking silently is one thing, but she doesn't even say hello! Thank goodness it's not the seventh month of the lunar calendar, or I'd be scared to death!" I muttered to her retreating figure, cautiously observing my surroundings. Then I helped a few drunk residents who were returning home late to the elevator. After their families came down and took these "drunkards" home, I pretended to be dutifully wandered around the community courtyard a few times before returning to the guardhouse. I reopened the webpage I'd been browsing and continued looking at those—bondage photos that aroused my lust. My fascination with these grotesque photos stemmed entirely from the profound influence of my first girlfriend. That was back when I was about to enter my senior year of college. That summer, to earn tuition for the next semester, I took a tutoring job, helping a girl who was about to enter her senior year with English and math. On my first day at her house, from the moment she looked at me, I knew she wasn't an easy rich girl to get along with—I could tell from her unmistakably hostile gaze that came with the rebellious phase of adolescence. After chatting briefly with her mother and discussing salary, I immediately went into her bedroom, intending to first understand her academic progress and then create a study schedule for her. Before I could even open my mouth, this pretty, fiery girl snapped at me in an unfriendly tone, "Hmph! If my mom hadn't been pressuring me, I wouldn't have wanted a tutor at all. If you really want to be my tutor, fine, you just need to stay in my room during class time, and you don't have to worry about anything else." "Then what should I do?" "Do whatever you want, as long as you don't bother me." "Li, that's a great suggestion, but there's a saying: 'If you eat the king's bread, you must serve the king.' What if I do nothing and your grades don't improve?" "I'll just find another tutor. Since my mom likes to spend money, let her spend it. Anyway, we're so poor we only have money left." Hearing such a fierce and arrogant statement, what could I say? Although I was tempted to leave, her mother's gentle persuasion and the considerable salary made me go from being a student tutor to her personal babysitter. Her mother convinced me by saying, "Actually, the only reason I hired you as a tutor is to keep an eye on Xiaozhen and prevent her from making bad friends. As for whether she can get into a good school, I have no expectations anymore. If she doesn't get into her ideal university after graduating from high school, I will send her abroad to study." Since we both reached a consensus, I was happy to accept this easy tutoring job. After officially starting, I would go to her house on time every Monday to Friday, and then I would read my own books and do my own things in her room, staying there for two hours. Apart from talking on the phone with friends, watching TV, and occasionally letting out exaggerated laughter, we seemed to have nothing in common to talk about. Until one day, I saw the junior I had a crush on for two years getting into a luxury car driven by a senior from our department with a very excited expression. My mood suddenly plummeted that day. Feeling depressed, I arrived at her house and overheard her chatting with her friends about the latest designer bags on her brand-new phone. Then they went on to discuss how a male classmate had confessed to them, and how they teased each other about his impoverished background. Suddenly, I angrily stood up and slapped her hard across the butt. "Damn it! Just because you're rich doesn't mean you're all that! That money belongs to your parents, not you, so what's there to brag about!" After the slap, I stared intently at my hand, not even appreciating the springy, bouncy texture. I inwardly cried out, "I'm doomed!" Seeing her pouting, her red eyes brimming with tears, stubbornly staring into my eyes, I panicked, completely at a loss for what to do. Just as she was racking her brains trying to figure out what to do so she wouldn't tell anyone what had just happened, she spoke up: "You know, ever since I was old enough to understand, no matter what mistakes I made, my parents never hit me, let alone said a few harsh words. Also, no matter how well I behaved at school, no matter how bad my grades were, the teachers never dared to hit us rich kids... You're the first person I've ever known to dare spank me." "Uh... I'm... I'm sorry, I didn't mean to." "I know, because I noticed you seemed to be in a bad mood today. You... did you break up with your girlfriend?" "Please, I've never even had a girlfriend..." "Hahaha, you're so lame!" She smiled in a way that was more like crying, "No wonder, for a deadbeat like you who's neither handsome nor rich, having a girlfriend is just like supporting someone else's wife." "Shut up!" "What, did I say something wrong?" She raised her chin at a forty-five-degree angle, giving me a haughty sidelong glance. "You!" I angrily raised my hand, stared at her for a moment, then slammed it back down, cursing through gritted teeth, "I can't be bothered to talk to a good-for-nothing spendthrift!" With that, I immediately started clearing the table. "What are you doing?" "Going home!" I said coldly without turning around. "No! It's not time yet." "I'll text your mom to resign tomorrow." "Useless shut-in! I curse you to spend your life watching porn and masturbating at home." "Damn it!" The angry curse had barely left my lips when I threw my bag on the chair, rushed to the girl, flipped her over, pinned her to the bed, and raised my hand to slap her buttocks hard. "Fuck your mother! You're so young and already learning bad habits. So what if you're a rich man's daughter! Fuck! No matter how rich a woman is, in the end she still has to lie in bed and let men fuck her! Fuck your mother's slut!" With each word I said, I hit her hard. At first, she stubbornly cursed back, but after dozens of hits, all that could be heard was her low sobbing. "Waaah... You're right, my mom is a slut, and I'll be a slut that men can fuck anytime! Just kill me... Waaah..." Hearing her cries, I couldn't help but stop. "How could you say such things about yourself and your mother?" She turned around, her eyes brimming with tears, and said angrily, "You probably don't know, but my mother is actually my father's mistress, right?" "Ah!" "Hmph... Although my father is willing to spend money to support her, he won't give her a legitimate status. My father once told me that when I grow up and get married, he would reduce my mother's expenses, so my mother started partnering with others in business these past few years. However, she probably doesn't know that I've discovered she's having affairs with those partners, but I haven't told my father." After she inadvertently revealed her family's gossip, the shock in my heart instantly replaced my original anger. "Hmph! If she wasn't messing around outside, why would she hire you as my tutor and promise that you wouldn't have to worry about my homework? To put it bluntly, isn't she just trying to prevent me from ruining her plans, so she's restricting my freedom of movement in this way?" "Uh... I'm sorry. So... I can only stay here and stare at you like this?""If she doesn't get into her ideal university after graduation, I'll send her abroad to study." Since we both reached a consensus, I was naturally happy to accept this easy tutoring job. After officially starting, I would go to her house on time every Monday to Friday, and then I would read my own books and do my own things in her room, staying there for two hours; while she, apart from talking on the phone with her friends, watching TV, and occasionally letting out exaggerated laughter, we seemed to have nothing in common to talk about. Until one day, I saw the junior I had a crush on for two years getting into a luxury car driven by a senior from our department with a very excited expression, and my mood suddenly became particularly low that day. Feeling depressed, I went to her house and heard her using her newly released mobile phone to chat with her friends about the latest designer bags, and then discussing how a male classmate had confessed to them, and then they made fun of each other's poor family background, when I suddenly got up angrily and slapped her hard on the butt. "Damn it! You think you're so great just because you have money! That money belongs to your parents, not you, so what's there to brag about!" After slapping her, I stared intently at my palm, not even having time to savor the elastic, bouncy feel of it. I couldn't help but think to myself, "I'm doomed!" Seeing her pouting, her red eyes brimming with tears, and her stubborn gaze fixed on me, I panicked and became completely at a loss. Just as she was racking her brains trying to figure out what to do so she wouldn't tell anyone what had just happened, she spoke up: "You know, ever since I was old enough to understand, no matter what mistakes I made, my parents never hit me, let alone said a few harsh words. Also, no matter how well I behaved at school, no matter how bad my grades were, the teachers never dared to hit us rich kids... You're the first person I've ever known to dare spank me." "Uh... I'm... I'm sorry, I didn't mean to." "I know, because I noticed you seemed to be in a bad mood today. You... did you break up with your girlfriend?" "Please, I've never even had a girlfriend..." "Hahaha, you're so lame!" She smiled in a way that was more like crying, "No wonder, for a deadbeat like you who's neither handsome nor rich, having a girlfriend is just like supporting someone else's wife." "Shut up!" "What, did I say something wrong?" She raised her chin at a forty-five-degree angle, giving me a haughty sidelong glance. "You!" I angrily raised my hand, stared at her for a moment, then slammed it back down, cursing through gritted teeth, "I can't be bothered to talk to a good-for-nothing spendthrift!" With that, I immediately started clearing the table. "What are you doing?" "Going home!" I said coldly without turning around. "No! It's not time yet." "I'll text your mom to resign tomorrow." "Useless shut-in! I curse you to spend your life watching porn and masturbating at home." "Damn it!" The angry curse had barely left my lips when I threw my bag on the chair, rushed to the girl, flipped her over, pinned her to the bed, and raised my hand to slap her buttocks hard. "Fuck your mother! You're so young and already learning bad habits. So what if you're a rich man's daughter! Fuck! No matter how rich a woman is, in the end she still has to lie in bed and let men fuck her! Fuck your mother's slut!" With each word I said, I hit her hard. At first, she stubbornly cursed back, but after dozens of hits, all that could be heard was her low sobbing. "Waaah... You're right, my mom is a slut, and I'll be a slut that men can fuck anytime! Just kill me... Waaah..." Hearing her cries, I couldn't help but stop. "How could you say such things about yourself and your mother?" She turned around, her eyes brimming with tears, and said angrily, "You probably don't know, but my mother is actually my father's mistress, right?" "Ah!" "Hmph... Although my father is willing to spend money to support her, he won't give her a legitimate status. My father once told me that when I grow up and get married, he would reduce my mother's expenses, so my mother started partnering with others in business these past few years. However, she probably doesn't know that I've discovered she's having affairs with those partners, but I haven't told my father." After she inadvertently revealed her family's gossip, the shock in my heart instantly replaced my original anger. "Hmph! If she wasn't messing around outside, why would she hire you as my tutor and promise that you wouldn't have to worry about my homework? To put it bluntly, isn't she just trying to prevent me from ruining her plans, so she's restricting my freedom of movement in this way?" "Uh... I'm sorry. So... I can only stay here and stare at you like this?""If she doesn't get into her ideal university after graduation, I'll send her abroad to study." Since we both reached a consensus, I was naturally happy to accept this easy tutoring job. After officially starting, I would go to her house on time every Monday to Friday, and then I would read my own books and do my own things in her room, staying there for two hours; while she, apart from talking on the phone with her friends, watching TV, and occasionally letting out exaggerated laughter, we seemed to have nothing in common to talk about. Until one day, I saw the junior I had a crush on for two years getting into a luxury car driven by a senior from our department with a very excited expression, and my mood suddenly became particularly low that day. Feeling depressed, I went to her house and heard her using her newly released mobile phone to chat with her friends about the latest designer bags, and then discussing how a male classmate had confessed to them, and then they made fun of each other's poor family background, when I suddenly got up angrily and slapped her hard on the butt. "Damn it! You think you're so great just because you have money! That money belongs to your parents, not you, so what's there to brag about!" After slapping her, I stared intently at my palm, not even having time to savor the elastic, bouncy feel of it. I couldn't help but think to myself, "I'm doomed!" Seeing her pouting, her red eyes brimming with tears, and her stubborn gaze fixed on me, I panicked and became completely at a loss. Just as she was racking her brains trying to figure out what to do so she wouldn't tell anyone what had just happened, she spoke up: "You know, ever since I was old enough to understand, no matter what mistakes I made, my parents never hit me, let alone said a few harsh words. Also, no matter how well I behaved at school, no matter how bad my grades were, the teachers never dared to hit us rich kids... You're the first person I've ever known to dare spank me." "Uh... I'm... I'm sorry, I didn't mean to." "I know, because I noticed you seemed to be in a bad mood today. You... did you break up with your girlfriend?" "Please, I've never even had a girlfriend..." "Hahaha, you're so lame!" She smiled in a way that was more like crying, "No wonder, for a deadbeat like you who's neither handsome nor rich, having a girlfriend is just like supporting someone else's wife." "Shut up!" "What, did I say something wrong?" She raised her chin at a forty-five-degree angle, giving me a haughty sidelong glance. "You!" I angrily raised my hand, stared at her for a moment, then slammed it back down, cursing through gritted teeth, "I can't be bothered to talk to a good-for-nothing spendthrift!" With that, I immediately started clearing the table. "What are you doing?" "Going home!" I said coldly without turning around. "No! It's not time yet." "I'll text your mom to resign tomorrow." "Useless shut-in! I curse you to spend your life watching porn and masturbating at home." "Damn it!" The angry curse had barely left my lips when I threw my bag on the chair, rushed to the girl, flipped her over, pinned her to the bed, and raised my hand to slap her buttocks hard. "Fuck your mother! You're so young and already learning bad habits. So what if you're a rich man's daughter! Fuck! No matter how rich a woman is, in the end she still has to lie in bed and let men fuck her! Fuck your mother's slut!" With each word I said, I hit her hard. At first, she stubbornly cursed back, but after dozens of hits, all that could be heard was her low sobbing. "Waaah... You're right, my mom is a slut, and I'll be a slut that men can fuck anytime! Just kill me... Waaah..." Hearing her cries, I couldn't help but stop. "How could you say such things about yourself and your mother?" She turned around, her eyes brimming with tears, and said angrily, "You probably don't know, but my mother is actually my father's mistress, right?" "Ah!" "Hmph... Although my father is willing to spend money to support her, he won't give her a legitimate status. My father once told me that when I grow up and get married, he would reduce my mother's expenses, so my mother started partnering with others in business these past few years. However, she probably doesn't know that I've discovered she's having affairs with those partners, but I haven't told my father." After she inadvertently revealed her family's gossip, the shock in my heart instantly replaced my original anger. "Hmph! If she wasn't messing around outside, why would she hire you as my tutor and promise that you wouldn't have to worry about my homework? To put it bluntly, isn't she just trying to prevent me from ruining her plans, so she's restricting my freedom of movement in this way?" "Uh... I'm sorry. So... I can only stay here and stare at you like this?"
"Hmm..." Her eyes darted around. "Actually... when you spanked me just now, I...
at first it hurt, but after a while I suddenly felt it was really good... Could you... could you spank me a few more times?" "Huh? What did you say?" "Actually... when I was in middle school, I accidentally saw my mom being tied up and beaten by my dad... I was so scared then, but looking at my mom's expression, it seemed like she was in pain but also happy... I didn't know why she was like that before, but when you spanked me just now, I actually felt the same way... When you spanked me just now, I felt like it was your way of showing concern for me..." As she said this, she suddenly reached into her pillowcase and pulled out a comic book: "You..."
…Have you seen it? "As soon as I saw the obscene cover of 'Woman Tied Up with Ropes,' I knew it was an 18+ SM hardcore genre; just looking at the cover made me swallow hard, and I stammered, 'You…you actually like this kind of thing? Hmm…you don’t already have sexual experience, do you?' 'Hehe…' she suddenly laughed through her tears, 'Hey, do you want to try it?' 'I…this isn’t a good idea,’ I said, looking at her sly smile, not really thinking what she meant. "Just try it, it won't cost you anything. Hmm... actually, I've never been tied up before, you useless, shut-in teacher..." Her words still echoed in my ears when, seemingly out of nowhere, a bundle of red cotton rope, about the thickness of a thumb, appeared in her hand. She seemed to transform into a wild, demonic woman with "two sharp horns on her head and a hooked tail sticking out of her buttocks," defiantly provoking me. My reason seemed to slowly slip from my mind. When I came to my senses, I found myself holding a bundle of red cotton rope; she was now holding out her arms, looking at me expectantly. Torn between being a "beast" and "worse than a beast," I hesitated for a long time, but finally, lust triumphed over morality. So I untied the red rope and slowly extended it towards her outstretched hands. That night, I finally lost my virginity, and she lost her precious hymen, becoming my first girlfriend. From then on, the first thing I did every day when I got to her house was to strip her naked and then practice tying her up with all sorts of rope bondages, followed by a series of hardcore sex games. "Teacher, the knot in this tortoise shell binding seems to be tied in the wrong place. Would it feel better if the knot was right on Zhennu's clitoris?" "Teacher, please tie it tighter. Zhennu likes seeing the marks on her body in the mirror the next morning. Zhennu finds it so exciting and sexy." "Teacher, could you find a bundle of rough hemp rope? A few days ago, Zhennu saw someone online say that binding with hemp rope is more stimulating, so Zhennu wants to try it..." "Teacher, please hit Zhennu harder with the belt. Zhennu loves the burning and tingling pain when the belt hits her body. It hurts so much, it feels so good." So, my bag started to have more ropes of various materials and colors, as well as "love hands" bought from a 10-dollar store, or "pink handcuffs" and "black leg irons" bought from a sex shop...
These are props commonly used in SM games. Sometimes, I would tie a simple figure-eight bondage on her naked body with red cotton rope, and then have her wear a school uniform, specifically a super short school skirt that was deliberately shortened to only a third of the way down her thighs. We would then go to a snack shop near her house or to a convenience store, with her naked underneath. Every time I saw the red rope peeking out from her neck, the two bright red nipples clearly visible against her pale yellow uniform, and the clear red knots on her back, not only I, but even she herself found it very exciting and fun. Another time, when she said to me, "Teacher, this morning my mother accidentally saw the marks on Zhennu's wrists and asked me what happened. Zhennu was too embarrassed to tell her. Teacher, Zhennu suddenly really wants it now," my breathing instantly became heavy. Then, under her lustful and expectant gaze, I took out a rough-textured hemp rope, solemnly bent her hands behind her back, and tightly bound those—still clearly visible red marks—her fair wrists. Because my first time was after she actively provoked me, I couldn't resist having sex with her, and I even ejaculated inside her tight vagina. Since it happened so suddenly, we didn't use any protection, which made me worry afterwards that I might have accidentally given her a baby. I only felt relieved when her period came the following month. Therefore, I insisted on using condoms throughout our sex life afterward. However, after a few times, she told me that she didn't feel anything with a condom, and instead missed the inexplicable excitement and pleasure of my first time inside her without a condom, feeling my hot semen filling her vagina and my penis throbbing inside. After much discussion, she finally started taking birth control pills at my request, and then happily enjoyed the wonderful satisfaction of being filled with my semen inside her. And so, the little firecracker who initially disliked me inexplicably became my submissive girlfriend, a sex slave who obeyed my every whim. I later used this to my advantage, employing appropriate corporal punishment to force her to start studying seriously. If her grades improved, I would use the holidays to have her tell a little lie to her mother. Then, I would take her to the disabled toilet in a nearby park, where I would use rough, dyed hemp rope to tie a diamond-shaped bondage around her naked body, which was not wearing underwear. As a reward, I would take her, who was not wearing anything underneath, and only dressed in a single-breasted knee-length dress or a long trench coat, to various public places or suburban attractions to play exhibitionist games. If her grades slipped, I would tie her naked to a chair facing backwards, point at the questions she answered incorrectly, and sternly question her. I would also mercilessly whip her buttocks and body with a leather whip, or slap her palms hard with my loving hands. Afterwards, I would give her "loving breaths and penetration," letting her experience the painful yet pleasurable sadomasochistic pleasure. Later, this feisty little girl who enjoyed SM actually got high marks and was admitted to the foreign language department of a national university under my unconventional tutoring method. I heard that when her mother saw the acceptance letter, she was so excited that she lay on the back of the sofa and cried for a long time. The next day, she took her to various temples to pray and give thanks. In order to thank me, her mother not only took me to a five-star hotel for a big meal, but also gave me a red envelope of 66,000 yuan, symbolizing good fortune. This secret "unconventional teacher-student relationship" officially came to an end when I graduated from university and joined the army for more than a year, and she suddenly got another boyfriend and became pregnant with his child. I remember one day when she visited me at the military camp, she rushed into my arms as soon as she saw me, tears streaming down her face, and said, "Teacher, I'm sorry, I got pregnant by someone, but my dad made me do it. He said if I didn't, his company would fall into someone else's hands, so I had no choice. Actually, my mom found out about us a long time ago, but she knew there would be no future for us, so she didn't say anything. Hmm... like I told you before, if you don't have money or power, you can't pursue a rich heiress. Hmm... although I'll be someone else's wife in the future, I will always remember you as my good teacher, and you are Zhennu's only and forever... master." (To be continued) Chapter Two: The Beautiful Dog Although I was provoked by her and lost my mind in a moment of irrationality, and had sex with her in a daze, after spending more than a year together, it would be a lie to say that I had no feelings for her at all. So when she rushed in, told me this devastating news, and then left in a hurry, I couldn't help but hide under the covers that night, covering my mouth and crying silently all night. Although many years have passed, whenever I inadvertently recall this youthful and impetuous past, a strange melancholy still wells up within me. Just as I was secretly lingering on this private forum, occasionally posting a few casual replies in Japanese to earn points, I suddenly heard faint, mournful barks coming from outside. This kind of barking, neither roaring nor howling, but chilling to the bone, has a special term in Taiwanese: "blowing dog snails." I've heard from older generations that if someone hears a dog snail blowing during a full moon, it means that something bad might happen to them soon, or that a funeral is taking place nearby. Dogs, because they can see things that humans cannot, use this to express their sorrow. As someone who doesn't believe in ghosts or spirits, I naturally scoffed at this completely unscientific claim. However, I had previously heard my team leader mention that there was a large, undeveloped bamboo grove next to our community where stray dogs frequently roamed. So, if I heard these barking dogs, I should check it out when I had a spare moment, lest some residents with motorcycles complain to the company about our ineffective patrols. If it were just one or two, it wouldn't be a problem, but when I first arrived, I once followed my team leader's advice and went out to check. What I found was a black mongrel leading dozens of stray dogs, gathered in that open space, rolling around and playing. When I approached them, the lead dog suddenly stood up, and the other dogs stopped what they were doing, staring at me with wary, fierce eyes. I was so frightened that I immediately ran back to the guardhouse, then locked the door, trembling all over. Finally, I made myself a cup of hot coffee to calm my nerves, and only then did my terrified emotions subside somewhat. Since then, unless a resident tells me directly, I will definitely ignore them. Hearing the snail's song, my ears seemed to have grown foreskin, automatically shutting off my hearing. I ignored everything outside and continued to immerse myself in my erotic world. Just as I was browsing pornographic photos online, my penis so hard I wanted to masturbate in the bathroom, I caught a glimpse of a hurried figure rushing towards me out of the corner of my eye. I cursed under my breath, immediately slammed down my laptop, and reluctantly went to meet him. "Guard, Mr. Guard, excuse me, have you seen me... um... my wife?"
I looked at him, briefly recalling the information in my mind, before realizing he was referring to the strange woman who had drifted away through the gate not long ago. So I coughed lightly and replied, "Mr. Fang, your wife went out about half an hour ago." "Hmm... do you know where she went?" "I'm sorry, she didn't say." Only after saying this did I suddenly realize that since I started working in the community, I didn't seem to have heard her say a single word. Even when she came here to sign for things, or played with the dogs in the courtyard, aside from the occasional smile she gave to people and dogs, I don't recall ever hearing her voice. Just then, the faint, unsettling sound of dog-eared conch shells drifted from afar, and the man in front of me suddenly changed his expression upon hearing it, then dashed out the door like a shot. "Strange? Most people pretend not to hear dog-eared conch shells, but he actually... um... well, weird girl with weird guy, they're a perfect match." I made a few sarcastic remarks to the departing figure, and had barely sat back down when I suddenly realized what would happen if he encountered a pack of stray dogs... To avoid him complaining and losing his job, I reluctantly grabbed the company-issued wooden baton, took my flashlight, and left the guardhouse, walking cautiously towards the open space. I nervously approached the open space, and thankfully, I didn't see the pack of dogs that sent chills down my spine. Just as I was about to turn away, the unsettling sound of conch shells echoed from the bamboo grove deep within the open space. I initially planned to adopt an ostrich-like attitude and ignore it, but the subsequent rustling whispers rekindled my intense curiosity. I circled the fence around the open space and found a small hole, just big enough for one person to pass through, in the fence on the other side of the community. After a moment's consideration, I decided to crawl in and investigate. I tiptoed into the bamboo grove, following the sound. Not long after, by the moonlight filtering through the branches, I looked up at the bright moon, and the legend of the conch shell whistle suddenly flashed through my mind, making my heart tighten. "May all the gods and Buddhas protect me. I, Qiu Zhisheng, have never done anything wrong. I'm just here to check on things according to company regulations. If I have offended anyone, please forgive me." I mumbled incoherently, dragging my trembling legs, gripping the baton and flashlight tightly, as I staggered towards the source of the voice. As I drew closer, the indistinct whispers became clearer. "...Yuxuan...look carefully, I'm your brother, not a bad person...you...please wake up, stop degrading yourself like this, okay?...you...please put on some clothes...look at you now..."
"It's really...ugly..." These strange words drifted into my ears on the wind, and soon after, an angry bark came from ahead. But the sound...it didn't sound like a dog at all, and the anxious whispers sounded so familiar... Finally, I approached the source of the sound. Hiding in the shadows of the bamboo thicket, I parted the leaves and saw what lay before me. I couldn't help but gasp, "Damn!" Looking around, I saw a young girl, completely naked, kneeling on the ground, a leather rope tied around her neck to a bamboo stem. She was barking furiously at the man in front of her, her eyes gleaming with malice. The man, on the other hand, was frantically trying to persuade the girl. This couple was none other than the strange couple who had left the community one after the other. The question is, why did he call her her brother? And isn't her name Zhiqing? Why is he calling her Yuxuan? Before I could process the series of questions, the man seemed to sense something and suddenly shouted at me, "Who? Who's there?" Seeing him running towards me, I quickly got up and stepped out of the shadows of the bamboo grove. "Mr. Fang, I'm sorry, it's me." The man was taken aback when he saw me, then stepped in front of the girl and said, "What do you want?" "Um... because there are often stray dogs around here, I came to check... uh... I hope I haven't ruined your romantic time..." As I was about to turn around, my gaze inadvertently swept over the girl's white buttocks, and I suddenly caught sight of a familiar tattoo design. Instinctively, I pushed the man aside, went to the woman's side, and shone the flashlight on the tattoo on her buttocks. Until I saw the pattern clearly, I couldn't help but exclaim loudly, "Damn! So that's how it is! Hmm... It really is 'Night Ling's' masterpiece, and a Grade A Night Dog with an 85% development rate!
Tsk tsk... What a pity, what a pity..." "What a pity?" "If she were to be implanted with the long-acting hormone 'RUP-606-6,' she could be trained into a top-tier Grade S-class queen." As soon as I finished speaking, I immediately stopped in alarm and turned around nervously. "Uh... Hehe... Mr. Fang, you guys have fun. If there's nothing else, I'll be going now."
Just as I brushed past him, he suddenly appeared behind me... A loud shout rang out: "Stop!" "Uh... Mr. Fang, um... don't worry, I won't say anything carelessly." "Sir, that's not what I meant." His expression softened slightly, and he said in a more amiable tone, "I... you... do you have a way to bring her back to her senses?" "Ah! You... uh... isn't she your carefully trained female dog?" At this point, I suddenly remembered something and quickly backed away while waving my hands, saying, "Uh... I'm sorry, I don't know anything, I didn't see anything." "Sir, you must know why my sister became like this, please save her."
"Huh? She's your sister? You guys..." I looked at them with suspicion. "I..." The man had just opened his mouth when the naked girl, who was lying on all fours on the ground, probably realized that we no longer posed a threat to her, so she raised her head again and blew a mournful conch shell in the bright moonlight. Seeing the girl's inhuman behavior, the man turned to face me and suddenly knelt down before me: "Mr. Guard, my only living relative is this sister. If I lose my only sister, I can't go on living." "Uh... Mr. Fang, I really can't do anything. To be honest, she... she's too deeply poisoned, there's no saving her." "What do you mean?" "Um... if I may ask, does she sleep on the bed or the floor now?" "Um... at first she would listen to me and sleep on the bed, but when I wake up the next day and see her, she's always sleeping on the floor." "Then I may ask you one last question, does she become particularly agitated around the fifteenth of the lunar calendar, pacing around the house and constantly talking to herself? If it happens to be the night of the full moon, and she sees the bright moon, she keeps trying to run outside?" "How do you know?" "Um... if I'm not mistaken, she was kidnapped for a while, and someone rescued her, but when she was rescued, she was probably mentally impaired and couldn't even speak, right?"
"Officer, no! Divine being, please save my sister!" Seeing him about to kowtow to me, I quickly stepped forward and grabbed him, saying, "Mr. Fang, you... sigh... to be honest, she's long past the golden period for treatment, and without proper care, even a god couldn't save her now." "Divine being, as long as you can cure my sister, I'll give you anything, no matter the cost, even my life." "Uh... Mr. Fang... you should get up and take her home." "No! I won't!" The man raised his head, suddenly bursting into tears as he roared at me, "You could have saved her, why didn't you?" "Damn it! Do you know what kind of harm she suffered? Don't say I'm incapable of saving her; even if I were, it might cost me my life. If a complete stranger suddenly..." "But he demands you exchange your life for his, would you be willing?" "Hmm... Is it that serious?" "Damn! You have no idea how dark and perverse 'Night Ling's' methods are! You should be burning incense and thanking the gods that your sister is still alive and back by your side." Seeing his astonished expression, I couldn't help but sigh and patted his shoulder: "If she can't remember anything from before, it's actually a good thing for her. If you have the ability to take care of her, then take care of her. If you really can't handle it, then send her to a mental hospital." "...Is there really no other way? Dear God, do you have any brothers or sisters? If this happened to you, would you abandon them and leave them to fend for themselves in a mental hospital?" "I... Sigh... Okay, I'll try first, and if I can successfully bring her home, then we'll see."
"Really...really? Thank you, thank you, sir..." "Mr. Fang, I'm just a lowly security guard, not a god." With that, I approached the girl. Upon seeing me, she stared at me warily, letting out a low growl. I glanced at the tattoo on the girl's buttocks, then turned to look at the man: "Her former name had the character 'Xuan' in it, right?" "Ah!? Oh, right...her...her real name is Fang Yuxuan." "Okay, then whatever I do or say to her later, you can't interfere, or don't blame me for not helping you." "As long as you can get her dressed and home, you can do whatever you want to me." (Uh...dude, that's quite ambiguous!) I shook my head, facing the naked girl kneeling on the ground... After staring at her for a while, sensing a mixture of wariness and doubt in her eyes, I suddenly raised my baton and yelled at her, "Xuan Nu, be quiet!" "Woof... Woof! Woof!" "Xuan Nu, listen to me, don't bark! If you bark again, I'll hit you!" "Roar... Woof! Woof!" "Didn't you hear your master tell you to be quiet? Still barking! Get down obediently!" As soon as I said this, I immediately put on a stern face, raised my baton, and swung it forcefully at the bamboo beside me, making a dull cracking sound, and the bamboo grove shook. The girl seemed to be frightened by my action, and slowly lay down while whimpering softly, but she still stared warily at the wooden stick in my hand. "Xuan Nu, you're such a good girl, Xuan Nu is the most obedient and slutty bitch, right?" "Woof...woof..." "Very good, as long as you're a good girl, your master will reward you with a big cock. Do you want it, Xuan Nu?" "Woof woof!" Watching the girl change from lying down to squatting, she happily barked a few times on her hands and feet, then stuck out her tongue and shook her snow-white buttocks, like a dog begging for affection. "Hmm...Xuan Nu is such a good girl, let your master pet her." Seeing that she had let her guard down, I put away the wooden stick, walked step by step to her side, slowly reached out my hand, and gently patted her head a few times. She then, as if being affectionate, rested her head on my trouser leg and happily rubbed against it. Only then did I breathe a sigh of relief, stroking her soft, long hair as I said, "Good girl, Xuan Nu is the best bitch. Master will take you home now, and you can suck Master's cock properly, okay?" "Woof, woof!" Seeing her happily squinting her eyes, looking completely blissful, I slowly untied the leather rope tied to the bamboo stem, picked up the clothes from the ground and draped them over her, then pulled her up from the ground, holding the rope, and said to the dumbfounded man, "Let's go back to your house first." ※※※ Under the cover of Mr. Fang and me, after safely escorting the nearly naked girl home, the girl still obediently squatted by my trouser leg, her expectant eyes fixed on my crotch. I stroked her head and said with a wry smile, "Xuan Nu, Master has something to deal with right now. You stay home and wait for Master obediently, okay?" "Woof...woof...woof...woof..." Looking at her expectant yet anxious eyes, I couldn't help but sigh and asked, "Mr. Fang, how long has your sister been like this?" "About a year and a half. She was rescued two years ago and received psychological counseling and medication for the first six months. Her condition improved a little, but for some reason, starting a year and a half ago, her condition not only didn't improve, but it got worse and worse." "Hey... God, what illness does my sister have?" "Aphasia and delusions, a very serious mental illness." Seeing his unfriendly expression, I stroked the girl's head and said, "Mr. Fang, please don't be angry. Your sister suffered severe emotional trauma before, so she deliberately shut herself off. Plus, the previous treatment wasn't effective, so now there's nothing we can do except pray that she suddenly wakes up someday." "But... didn't you just coax her back?" "I just took advantage of her deep-rooted subservience, using a little... less-than-honorable means..."
"What do you mean?" "Hmm..." Seeing his persistent, determined look, I took a deep breath. "Have you heard of terms like 'sex slave' or 'training'?" He paused for a moment, then exclaimed in surprise, "Ah! You mean... my sister is a perverted sex slave?" "Hmm." I nodded noncommittally. "Impossible!" The man opposite me roared at me fiercely, "My sister has always been a kind, obedient, and well-educated girl. How could she possibly be exposed to such perverted things?" "Mr. Fang, facts speak louder than words. If she hasn't been exposed to these things, how do you explain her current situation?" "God, no! Mr. Security Guard, you seem to know a lot about this stuff. Could it be that you...?" "Hehe, Mr. Fang, I'm just a lowly security guard who likes to visit pornographic websites. Hmm..." "If you don't want her to get worse, hurry up and help her release some of her pent-up desire, otherwise, I'm afraid she'll sneak out and scare people again... I have to go now." After saying this, I gently patted the girl's head. "Good girl, Xuan Nu, Master has to go now. I'll come see you another day when I have time. You have to be a good girl and listen to your brother, okay?" "Woof...woof...woof..." The girl suddenly became temperamental, using her hands and mouth to bite and pull my trouser leg, refusing to let me leave, leaving me at a loss for what to do. "If Xuan Nu is a good girl and listens to her brother, Master will reward you with a big meat stick when he comes to see you another day. If Xuan Nu is disobedient, Master will whip you. Understand?" In the end, I had to put on a stern face and say to her sternly. As I finished speaking, she released my trouser leg with a wronged expression and curled up by the doorway, seemingly trying to block it with her body, silently protesting my broken promise. I turned to the man helplessly: "Mr. Fang, your sister is really stubborn. But it's also because of her strong will that she's managed to hold on until now. Um… excuse me, may I ask you a personal question?" "What question?" "Um… when was the last time you had sex with her?" "Ah! Please! She's my sister! How could you possibly think of me with her…? Seriously! Don't you think that kind of thinking is disgusting and perverted!?" "Didn't you tell us she's your wife?" "Uh… I did this because…" To avoid suspicion and prevent her from suffering any further harm, the guard asked, "Mr. Guard, are you...are you sure you're just a...normal person who likes to browse porn sites?" "Heh, we're all men, after all. Besides, I don't have a girlfriend right now, so I like to browse porn sites, occasionally spend some money, or attend one-night stand events, or go to popular nightclubs late at night to 'pick up dead' and release my pent-up sexual desires. It shouldn't be a big deal, right?" "Mr. Guard, let's not beat around the bush. How about this, if you really have a way to cure..." "Okay, my sister, whatever you want to do, whatever the cost, I don't care. Because from your conversation just now, and the methods you used on my sister, I know you must have a very deep understanding of that twisted world, otherwise you wouldn't have known what she had been through just by looking at her." "Mr. Fang, I beg you, please don't force me anymore. Because I don't want to experience again having a gun pointed at my head, with someone threatening to kill my whole family. Sigh... Mr. Fang, I'm really sorry, I really can't help you." "Uh..." "...Is it really that serious?" "Of course! Otherwise, with my master's degree in electronics from Japan, what job couldn't I find? Why would I have to put up with working the night shift here and constantly putting up with your unreasonable complaints!" "Uh...sorry, I didn't know you had a highly educated penis...no, I misspoke, I meant elite. But what does that have to do with your job search? Did you offend some high-ranking political or business figure?" "A mafia boss. How about that, cool and awesome, right?" I said in a half-joking tone. "Ah! Could it be... you're from a gang?" "Please! The first requirement for working in security is no criminal record. If I were involved in organized crime, how could I possibly be hired by a security company?" "Then?" "Mr. Fang, please allow me to respect my right to privacy. Um... I'm sorry, I've been away from my post for a while... For the sake of my job, I have to take my leave." "Stop!" (To be continued) Chapter 3 Accepting the Commission "What?" I said with a stern face. "If you don't agree to treat my sister, I'll spread rumors in the community that you're a perverted old man who likes to molest young girls." "Damn it! You dare threaten me?! If you dare do that, believe me, I can sue you for defamation!" "So what if I'm sued? Even if you win, the residents won't trust you anymore. At that point, I don't believe you'll still have the nerve to work here." "Mr. Fang, I've already said, your sister is truly beyond saving. Unless she's willing to open her heart again, no one can save her." "Then help her open her heart!" He took a deep breath, his expression grave and conflicted, and said, "If normal treatment methods don't work, I allow you to use unconventional methods." "Damn it! Aren't you asking the impossible? We dominatrixes... uh..." Realizing I'd accidentally let something slip, I immediately shut my mouth, looking at him anxiously. "Damn! You're definitely not a normal person! Tell me, how can I cure my sister?" "Ugh... If he finds out I've 'returned to my side hustle,' I'll be dead meat. I... I beg you, please stop pressuring me." "Please! Taiwan is a society that values the rule of law! No matter how shady their background is, are the government's law enforcement agencies really afraid to intervene and just let gangsters bully ordinary people like us?" "Damn! My dad's a retired criminal investigation police officer. If he could have handled it back then, why would I be stuck here like a rat, just waiting to die?" "Wow! Bro, what heinous thing did you do that even the police can't help you?"
I sighed and said, "Ugh..." "...I just accidentally got involved with a mob boss's daughter and trained her into a basic E-level dog slave." "No way!?" "Please! Her daughter used to work at the same game software company as me, and she doesn't have 'My dad' written all over her face.' Plus, she asked me to train her herself. How was I supposed to know she had such a difficult 'good' dad?" "Uh...Big brother, you...you're really not an ordinary person. After hearing about your great achievements, I, Fang Zhonghao, admire you from the bottom of my heart." "How about that? My domineering aura is strong enough, isn't it? Do you want to worship me?" I
said in a self-deprecating and relaxed tone. "Uh...I'd better just be a good ordinary citizen. But speaking of which...my sister?"
"Tch! Why is your temper as stubborn as your sister's? I've explained it so clearly, are you not understanding or are you pretending to be stupid?" I was starting to get impatient. "No, guard, if you really have a way to cure my sister, and if the underworld boss really comes knocking on our door, and the situation gets so serious that I have to take a bullet for you, I will definitely stand in front of you without hesitation."
"Damn! Anyone can talk a good game! If dozens of guns were pointed at your head, I don't believe you'd still be so loyal. Besides, with that belly of yours—no pecs, and all those eight-pack abs firmly stuck together—how many bullets could you possibly take for me?" I pointed at his slightly protruding belly and berated him. "I...I...uh...is society really that dark?" "What do you think?" I crossed my arms and gave him a cold look. "Um... Brother," he said, his eyes darting around, "You can't say that! Think about it, you trained that gangster's daughter into a dog slave, that's why he wanted you dead. But I want you to train my sister back to a normal person... um... in a way, that's a good deed... if that gangster finds out, I think... he probably won't make things difficult for you. What do you think?" "Ugh! You! Sigh... if only that person were that easy to talk to." Seeing that I wouldn't budge no matter what, he suddenly knelt down when I wasn't looking, his voice choked with sobs, "Guard, I beg you, please find a way to save my sister. If..." "...If you can really cure her, I'm willing to let you be my brother-in-law." "Huh! What did you say?" "Well...although I don't understand your perverted world, I've seen these kinds of videos before. Like just now, when you said those lewd things, my sister actually listened to you obediently, which means you know some treatment methods I can't agree with. If having sex with her is an unavoidable treatment method, I hope she only has sex with you. That way, you don't have a girlfriend, she doesn't have a boyfriend, and you can naturally become a couple...I think, no matter how domineering that mob boss is, he can't interfere with how couples should interact, right?" "Well..." "..." Seeing this brother, kneeling and begging me repeatedly to cure his dearest sister, I couldn't bring myself to refuse him anymore. I had no choice but to relent and say, "Sigh! Alright, I'll give it a try. To be honest, we dominatrixes only like to train normal women into sex slaves, but to train a near-S-class top-tier dog slave back into a normal person... I think that's absolutely unprecedented in the history of dominatrix training. Also, let me make this clear first, I'm only trying to treat her, I don't guarantee I can cure her." "It's okay, as long as you're willing to help. Big brother, thank you. If you really cure my sister, she and I will be eternally grateful to you." "Uh... grateful." "No need for thanks. I just hope you won't try to stab your future brother-in-law with a knife in the future. If you do, I'll be burning incense and thanking the gods for protecting you." "How so?" "You'll find out eventually, but for now... do you need to leave?" "What do you mean?" I pointed to the girl who was naked and curled up at the front door, and said, "I have to reward her quickly, otherwise, with no one in the guardhouse, if something happens, even if I don't get shot in the head by a gangster, I'll be drowned in complaints and spittle from the motorcycle residents." "Hmm... you mean?" "Have sex with her! Do you want to be a spectator here, enjoying a sex show between me and your sister?"
"Uh... well... I'll go to the convenience store at the alley entrance first, you can find me there later." "Okay." I nodded, then said to the girl who was crouching at the door, "Xuan Nu, Master has decided to reward you with a big meat stick, so hurry up and come here." As soon as I said this, the girl immediately got up, ran to me and squatted down, happily sticking out her tongue and staring intently at my crotch, while Fang Zhonghao shook his head in pain and quickly walked out the door. Just as he turned to close the door, I suddenly remembered something and immediately asked, "Mr. Fang, is your sister still taking sleeping pills or sedatives?" "Yes. Why?" "Could you please give me five?" "What!? Five...five pills?" I nodded nonchalantly, "Because I'll be using a deep hypnosis technique later, and if the dosage isn't enough, I'm afraid the effect will be greatly reduced." "She usually only takes one before bed, and the doctor repeatedly warned her not to take too many..." "Damn it! Do you even want to treat your sister? If you do, just give it to her now! If you keep nagging like this, I'm not going to help you anymore." "Hmm...okay." I saw him return to the bedroom not long after, and then he came out with a bag of pills, looking at me with difficulty, "Are you sure she won't be in trouble if she takes so many?" I looked at the name and dosage on the pill bag and casually said, "Don't worry! It's just a low dose of sedatives, unless she takes one..." "You only need a stomach pump if you take more than twenty pills; otherwise, nothing will happen."
As he finished speaking, he looked at me strangely and said, "Uh… Guard, are you… are you sure you're just a—a 'repressed and lewd' security guard who likes to browse porn sites, occasionally pays for escort services, or goes online for one-night stands?" "Uh…" I quickly poured out five white pills to cover my embarrassment, then handed the bag back to him and said sternly, "Okay, don't worry about it! Time is precious; I need to get back to the guardhouse for my shift." After the weirdo left, I immediately locked the door, then went to the kitchen to pour a glass of water. Back in the living room, I sat on the sofa, patted my thigh, and said to the girl squatting in front of me, "Come here." The girl obediently crawled to me, placed her hands on my thighs, happily stuck out her tongue, and gazed at me expectantly. (To be continued) Elmeri Gold Coins +17 Repost and share, a red envelope is offered!

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