Fairy or fox spirit

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An Shaoting had been wandering around the "Huafeng" supermarket for half an hour. This was the fourth time he'd been here since his encounter with his dream girl, who had led him to the elevator to give him a blowjob. His recent frequent appearances had begun to arouse the suspicion of the security guards.
He walked out of the store dejectedly, searching the bustling crowd with his eyes.
An Shaoting constantly wondered if his encounter with his dream girl in the "Huafeng" elevator that day was just a dream.
But it had all really happened—he had run out of the elevator that day, but couldn't find the girl anywhere. He had chased her out of the supermarket, but there was no trace of her on the street.
Later, he wandered the streets until very late before going home. It couldn't all be a dream. And he could still feel the burning sensation of his penis being in that girl's mouth—that unforgettable feeling that was both like a dream and definitely not a dream.
He had thought about this countless times over the past few days, but he couldn't make heads or tails of it.
He desperately wanted to see his dream girl again.
That girl definitely didn't seem like a prostitute. An Shaoting was pretty sure of that. Not only did she not mention any money, but she also seemed quite afraid of him. She absolutely couldn't be a prostitute. The thought that she was a prostitute was utterly unbearable for An Shaoting—how could such a beautiful dream girl be a prostitute?
Then…could it really be like in those ghost stories, where a fairy or fox spirit first appeared in his dreams and then descended to earth to offer herself to him to satisfy his loneliness? And in such a modern and avant-garde way?
The thought of ghosts and monsters sent a chill down An Shaoting's spine.
Or perhaps she was a past enemy reincarnated—yes! She acted as if she owed An Shaoting a great debt—she must have owed him in her past life and was repaying him in this one. Otherwise, it was impossible to explain why she didn't even know him, yet avoided him upon seeing him, constantly apologizing and begging, and even playing the trumpet for him.
But An Shaoting didn't really believe in that.
He knew it was impossible. He had never been the kind of person who believed in ghosts and monsters. It was the 21st century; who really believed in that?
Otherwise, there's only one explanation—a possibility An Shaoting desperately didn't want to believe—that the girl had mistaken him for someone else.
Someone who looked remarkably like An Shaoting had once been this girl's… No way. An Shaoting firmly believed it was impossible. He simply couldn't believe that his dream girl was playing the trumpet for him because she'd mistaken him for someone else—that would mean his dream girl would do the same thing for another man—he didn't believe it.
People can look alike, their figures can be identical, but what about their voices? How could the girl not recognize his voice? There was no such logic in this world.
Could there really be someone in this world who looked exactly like him? Twin brothers?
Impossible. An Shaoting had always had a very stable family. His parents would never separate twin brothers.
An Shaoting walked aimlessly along the street, his mind still searching for the most likely, most reasonable explanation for this strange encounter.
Perhaps, could it be someone's prank? Yes! Why couldn't it be? What if the girl hadn't lost a bet with someone else?
But—if that were the case, there must have been someone watching nearby. There was definitely no one around at the time. Could it be those people who appeared outside the elevator later?
That doesn't seem likely. No way. An Shaoting rejected the idea again. He absolutely couldn't accept the thought that his dream girl would be with those people.
Sigh. He couldn't let his mind wander. He had to find that girl again and ask her directly.
This was truly an absurd thing. He had accepted oral sex from a beautiful girl without even understanding what was happening.
He had wanted to write about his experience and post it on Yuanyuan's website. After all, he had read many other people's works there, and this was a good opportunity to contribute. But if he wrote about his encounter with his dream girl, who would believe him? And people would definitely ask, "What happened next?" There had to be some kind of conclusion or explanation, right?
So, he had to find that girl. Her appearance at the "Huafeng" supermarket meant she must live nearby.
An Shaoting looked around, carefully recalling every detail of his encounter with the girl from his dream that day.
She seemed afraid to see him. She seemed to be begging him not to do anything in that public place—what could she be doing? She seemed to be reluctantly starting to unbutton her skirt—was it to expose herself?
He dared not imagine. Could such a thing really happen in real life? Could there really be a man who looked so much like him who would force her to expose herself in public?
He had read many erotic novels on Yuanyuan websites that involved exposing one's girlfriend. But he had always thought that was just the utterly boring sexual fantasies of some men.
Imagine if you had such a beautiful, charming, and tender girlfriend, would you be willing to let her expose her beautiful body to others?
An Shaoting absolutely did not believe that such a person existed in real life—unless that person was truly insane—or extremely perverted—only some extremely obscene Japanese people would do such a thing.
The alluring sight of the girl's breasts revealed when she unbuttoned her skirt floated back into An Shaoting's mind.
But—besides public exposure, what else would that girl rather do than blow her horn for him in the elevator?
Suddenly, a car horn blared and a rude driver's curses sounded behind him. He turned around and saw a car drive past him just as he was crossing the street.
He had no intention of arguing and continued walking, humming a familiar tune in his mind:
"Girl in my dreams, look over here, look over here, look over here, your performance that day was wonderful, please don't pretend you don't want to… I look left and right, up and down, it turns out the girl in my dreams is not simple. I've thought and thought, guessed and guessed, girl, your thoughts are really strange…" The familiar aroma wafting from the "Yuan Yuan" glutinous rice ball shop across the street whetted his appetite. He then realized that it was almost dark, and the number of pedestrians on the street was beginning to decrease.
The "Yuan Yuan" glutinous rice ball shop was a place he often ate at. Perhaps it was because the name "Yuan Yuan" happened to be the same as the Yuan Yuan website?
Apart from the brightly lit jewelry store next door, this glutinous rice ball shop was the only one that was still brightly lit. He knew most of the snack shops in this area were at the other end of the street, and this was the only one on this side.
It was mealtime now; would she come out to eat?
An Shaoting kept pondering the possible habits of the girl from his dreams. He decided to check the snack shop first, and then wait at the other end of the street where there were more snack shops.
He walked straight towards the door of "Yuan Yuan." From inside came the familiar voice of the proprietress saying goodbye to a customer:
"Miss, welcome back again."
Then, a beautiful girl's voice clearly came from inside as the door opened:
"Thank you, boss. Goodbye."
Ah! An Shaoting almost cried out in surprise.
Wasn't this the voice of the girl from his dreams, whom he had been thinking about day and night?
This simple thank you and goodbye created an incredibly strong shock in An Shaoting's heart—his blood almost boiled.
He hurried forward and immediately saw a beautiful girl emerging from the store. A pale red coat draped over her shoulders, accentuating the curves of her beautiful breasts. Tight black leggings clung to her thighs, highlighting her shapely legs and hips.
Her large, bright eyes shot towards him.
Ah! Wasn't this the girl of his dreams, the one he had been longing for?
Upon seeing him, the girl seemed to tremble, as if she had seen the most terrifying thing in the world. She froze in terror, her mouth agape, but no sound came out.
He was now standing before her, his nervousness and excitement reaching an unbearable level. All the words he had prepared were stuck in his throat, unable to escape his lips. He could only stare blankly into her downcast eyes, not daring to move an inch.
Her face was deathly pale with shock.
A few seconds later, she seemed to recover slightly from her shock, and a few blushes immediately appeared on her cheeks. She immediately lowered her head, not daring to look him in the eye. Her lips trembled, and she almost forced out a whispered word:
"Master..."
What?! An Shaoting was stunned again. He couldn't believe that the girl from his dreams would call him that.
"What? I can't hear what you're saying... What did you call me?"
The girl repeated in a low voice, almost sobbing:
"Master... I..."
An Shaoting's shock surpassed even his reaction to the oral sex he had experienced last time. He had imagined many scenarios for their reunion, but he never expected it to be like this; it was completely beyond his expectations.
Master? She called him Master? No way? This is impossible. Absolutely impossible!
He instinctively raised his voice and said to the girl,
"Hey, could you speak louder? I can't hear you." "Ah... Master... Please... Please don't... here..."
The girl's voice wasn't much louder than before. But An Shaoting focused all his attention on listening to her every word, and now he could clearly hear that his dream girl was indeed calling him "Master."
The girl's fearful voice made An Shaoting extremely uncomfortable. He couldn't believe that this girl, whom he would never dare to harm in the slightest, was so afraid of him, as if he were a devil.
An Shaoting felt a chill rise from the soles of his feet, run down his spine, and spread throughout his entire body.
God! There must be a man who looked very much like him who had used some cruel means to control this girl's soul—the soul of the dream girl that An Shaoting longed for to be his lover.
What should he do?
Just as he was wondering how to respond to the girl, she continued to say in a trembling, somewhat urgent voice:
"Master...please spare me...slave...there are too many people here...slave begs you..."
The girl was already crying. Her trembling, fearful voice pierced deep into An Shaoting's heart.
"Hey...then...you..."
An Shaoting couldn't say anything. He stammered, unsure how to comfort the girl while breaking the silence.
He now knew she had mistaken him for someone else. But—how could he explain this misunderstanding?
She dared not run away because she thought he was her 'master.' If he told her the truth, she would surely run away in shame—he couldn't let her run away—he had been searching for her for days, and… good heavens! She actually called him 'master'? And called herself 'slave'? Didn't this mean—didn't this mean the person she mistook him for—had her as a sex slave?
The moment this terrifying yet alluring word entered An Shaoting's mind, he was reminded of the horrific descriptions of sexual violence on the Yuan Yuan website.
He suddenly understood why she wanted to avoid him. He understood why she had so readily offered him oral sex. He understood why she had repeatedly begged him to spare her—there was only one explanation—she was afraid of being cruelly tortured by that brutal 'master.'
This was the possibility he least wanted to accept, but it was the only truth—he painfully understood everything.
Everything was clear—his dream lover was actually the sex slave of a man who looked very much like him.
He was furious, tense, and his blood was boiling—the thought of all the possible sexual abuse filled him with indescribable sympathy for her and loathing for that man.
The girl continued to plead pitifully, almost in tears:
"...Master...please...not here...I beg you. As long as it's not here...in my room, I'll do anything..."
The girl kept calling him "slave," her sincere tone impossible to be fake.
But An Shaoting still couldn't believe that there were women forced into sexual slavery in real life. He had always thought that all those things about sex slave training on Yuanyuan websites were the perverted sexual fantasies of some perverted men; it was absolutely impossible to enslave another independent person with brutal means in a society governed by law.
But the living, breathing girl before him, who called herself "Slave," forced him to believe that there were many filthy things in this world he didn't know about.
This girl must have been caught doing something wrong by that man—but what kind of wrong would make her willing to be his sex slave rather than call the police for help?
Good heavens! A sex slave? What would this man make this beautiful, innocent girl do? She even said that as long as she was in her room, she would do anything… Suddenly, an extremely exciting idea rushed into An Shaoting's mind—why not just go with the flow and not tell the girl the truth?
Then… Good heavens!
He was stunned by his own thought. He immediately imagined that he could not only make this beautiful girl give him a blowjob again, just like that day, but he could also play with her at will, bully her in all sorts of ways—An Shaoting couldn't even imagine how to play this master-slave game; all he could think of now was being able to "possess" this beautiful girl of his dreams at will—just thinking about the word "possess" made his blood boil.
Of course, he knew that his actions of taking advantage of her were extremely obscene, filthy, and selfish. How could he treat such a pure and innocent girl like that perverted man, treating her as a sex slave?
But the thought of that stimulating word, "sex slave," made An Shaoting's heart pound wildly.
Once the lid of the Pandora's box was opened, he could no longer control his demonic nature.
He was so excited he could barely speak, desperately trying to control his nervousness and say in a composed manner,
"Alright... let's go to your room now."
A strange, complex expression appeared on the girl's face—a mixture of relief and fear, and a hint of disappointment at being forced to go to her room. She whispered to him in a gentle, trembling voice,
"Thank you, Master."
Then she turned and walked away. An Shaoting quickly followed, staying close behind her as if afraid she would escape again.
The girl's warm fragrance wafted from in front of him, completely overwhelming him with a complex mix of emotions: tension, excitement, unease, confusion, agitation, guilt, and even a sense of guilt.
An Shaoting could feel his blood boiling. Such a docile and obedient girl—was he about to manipulate and play with her at will? Good heavens! This was too much… An Shaoting's feelings were incredibly complex. He felt that his current actions were tantamount to taking advantage of someone in distress—after all, she was such a beautiful and pure girl; how could he bear to act like a beast and violate her while she was unaware of the situation?
But—the temptation was too strong—her slender figure, graceful curves, charming shyness, and docile obedience—everything intensely stimulated An Shaoting's heart.
Aside from the hasty oral sex this girl had given him last time, An Shaoting had never had any real sexual experience with a woman. How could he possibly let go of such a good opportunity?
An Shaoting's heart was pounding wildly like a drum. He could never have imagined he'd have even greater luck than that elevator encounter. He'd always thought that kind of experience was a once-in-a-lifetime, unparalleled miracle, and that nothing could be better.
He grew increasingly nervous, his mind racing with plans for how to continue the charade once they got to her room, while simultaneously worrying about what would happen if she discovered his imposter.
Suddenly, a terrifying thought flashed through his mind—could this be a huge scam?
Good heavens! How could he be so foolish? There's no such thing as a free lunch. What's that English saying? 'Too good to be true.' If her partner was lying in wait in her room, wouldn't he be… No! How could such a sincere and pure girl do such a thing? Why would she deceive him? Scam him for money? There's no need for that. Kidnapping? He wasn't some important person, and his family wasn't wealthy.
Most importantly, deceiving him wouldn't require such a complicated process. With her beauty, he'd fall into any trap without her even asking. What's more, this girl really did give him a blowjob last time—it was real!
He was determined. Even if there were mountains of knives, seas of fire, and minefields ahead, he would brave them. But he was starting to worry that things wouldn't be as simple as he had initially thought. What kind of good thing is this—getting a sex slave for free?
His anxiety grew.
The girl silently led him to a four-story apartment building he had never been to before, leading him to a corner door on the third floor, and then inserting the key into the lock.
An Shaoting was extremely nervous. He was on high alert, prepared to escape immediately if anything went wrong.
The girl opened the door, turned on the light, and silently went inside.
An Shaoting's heart was pounding in his chest, and his clenched palms were sweating. He mustered his courage and cautiously stepped into the room.
An Shaoting entered the girl's room, and to his surprise, nothing happened.
But his vigilance didn't immediately subside. He stood two steps from the door, his eyes quickly scanning the entire room.
It was a typical studio apartment in the city. To the left of the entrance was the kitchen, separated from the rest of the apartment by a raised platform. In the middle of the room was a neat, fragrant metal-framed bed, and on the other side was a small door leading to the bathroom. On the opposite wall was a window with its shutters drawn, and below the window was a small table with some books and common stationery neatly arranged on it.
A typical studio apartment; apart from its cleanliness and the pleasant fragrance in the air, An Shaoting couldn't sense anything special—in fact, he had a strange sense of déjà vu.
An Shaoting surveyed the entire room; there seemed to be no sign of anyone being there. His pounding heart finally calmed down a little, but he still couldn't completely relax.
The girl closed and locked the door behind him, then immediately turned to face him and began to frantically and quickly remove her outer clothes and trousers, revealing her beautiful skin—the beautiful naked body of a young girl, wearing only a bra and panties.
An Shaoting gasped in shock at the sight of the beautiful woman before him—it was the first time he had ever seen a woman's real naked body. The countless nude pictures he'd seen on pornographic websites paled in comparison to the pure and beautiful girl before him!
Before An Shaoting could recover, the girl suddenly prostrated herself before him, her head almost touching the ground, and said in a clear, slightly trembling voice,
"This slave welcomes Master."
An Shaoting was stunned once more—my God! Was all of this real?
The girl lay silently on the ground, her buttocks, clad in briefs, slightly raised, her back covered in bruises that resembled whip marks. Most of her black hair was swept back, revealing her beautiful ears and snow-white neck.
There was no deception, no twists and turns; everything was so simple—but it was all too unbelievable.
An Shaoting's mind went blank; he had no idea how to handle this sudden situation—how could he act without giving himself away in front of a half-naked girl who called herself "Slave"?
He desperately tried to recall the various sadomasochistic and sex slave training novels he had read on the Yuanyuan website, but at this moment, he couldn't remember a single detail.
Sigh! Why hadn't he paid more attention to these kinds of stories before? Wasn't this the most common type of sadomasochistic work on the Yuanyuan website? The sadomasochistic category in that library seemed to have nearly twenty pages of archives—probably the most extensive category of all.
An Shaoting's favorite reading were erotic novels about springtime and school life; deep down, he was disgusted by the use of violence and sadomasochism against women. But those innocent storylines he loved were now of no help to him.
How could he act like a regular without her noticing? How could he act like a ruthless 'master'? He had never even considered this kind of role before; being forced to play it now was truly difficult.
Right now, all he wanted to do was pick up the beautiful woman on the ground and fondle her to his heart's content.
But he knew that if he made even one mistake, everything would be completely ruined. Not only would this girl prevent him from taking advantage of her again, but she might also attract the attention of the real "master," and then...
Oh my god! He suddenly realized this, and the fear in his heart leaped into his throat again. If that man discovered that he was taking advantage of his sex slave here, wouldn't they... they might do anything... Now that he, An Shaoting, knew their perverted secret and the girl's address, wouldn't they kill him?
But how could he possibly give up on this almost completely naked girl? He had never been with a truly naked woman before.
It would be worth dying for.
An Shaoting made up his mind and pretended to speak in a very cold tone to the girl on the ground:
"Lie still! Do you hear me?" "Yes, Master."
An Shaoting walked around the girl's body, pressed himself against the wall by the bathroom door, and was satisfied to see the girl obediently lying on the ground, not daring to move.
An Shaoting quickly checked the bathroom, then went to the window and looked out. He was pleased to find that the window faced a platform from which he could easily jump to the platform on the right, which seemed to lead to a fire escape.
This was perfect; if the man suddenly appeared, he could escape through this window. He tried to pull up the latch on the window for a safer escape, but found it was broken. This was ideal; the environment was too advantageous. With such a convenient escape route, he could handle any unexpected situation.
The girl remained motionless on the ground.
An Shaoting felt slightly relieved, walked over to the small bed behind the girl, and sat down. He began to greedily gaze at the girl lying on the ground, wearing only a pair of panties and a bra, his heart pounding with nervous excitement.
Was this a dream come true? It was even more insane than the wildest dreams.
He wanted nothing more than to pounce on her and hold her delicate body in his arms.
He struggled to control his impulse and slowly said to the girl on the ground,
"Turn around."
His icy tone surprised even himself.
The girl, her head almost touching the ground, slowly crawled on her hands and feet to turn around, facing An Shaoting, still in her previous position.
An Shaoting gave the order again:
"Stand up."
The girl obediently got up, her head down, not daring to look at him, her hands nervously placed at her sides. Her shoulder-length hair draped over her shoulders, but couldn't cover her snow-white breasts; her erect breasts strained against her bra, fully exposed to An Shaoting's eyes.
Her near-perfect body seemed to have some bruises, like marks left from a whipping, or perhaps natural birthmarks. Her two shapely thighs were pressed tightly together, and there also seemed to be some inappropriate bruises on her snow-white legs.
An Shaoting stared blankly at the beautiful, half-naked female body before him, his penis rapidly swelling in his trousers. That day in the supermarket, he only saw a small part of the upper part of her breasts, and that was enough to make his blood boil. And now… God! She's so beautiful.
An Shaoting was very satisfied with the way the girl kept her head down—he preferred that she didn't stare at him. Although the lighting here wasn't very bright, if she stared at him for too long, she would inevitably notice something amiss. Fortunately, the girl had already accepted him as her 'master,' and she didn't dare to look directly at this imposter.
"Take off everything."
An Shaoting nervously held his breath—would she obey and take off all her clothes? Had she ever taken off all her clothes before? Since she had become a sex slave, even giving oral sex, there shouldn't be any problem, right? If she did as he was told, wouldn't he soon be seeing a completely naked woman for the first time in his life? —And the naked body of such a beautiful girl?
The girl didn't protest at all, and without hesitation, she obediently put her hands behind her back to unhook her bra, her shoulders tensed and she shook, then pulled the loosened bra off her arms.
An Shaoting was so excited that he could hardly breathe.
Wow! What a captivating pair of breasts—the breasts covered by the bra were a shade whiter than the surrounding skin, and between the two triangular bra marks were two tight, rounded breasts, with two nipples like two ripe mulberries, protruding straight from her chest, creating an extremely provocative and sensual scene.
Before An Shaoting could even savor this thrilling naked image, the girl bent over, pulled down her remaining panties, shook her legs a couple of times, and kicked the panties aside.
Then she stood up straight again, her hands still at her sides, completely exposing her body to An Shaoting, allowing him to look at her as he pleased.
Ah!
An Shaoting gasped again—this was a genuine naked woman!
His gaze greedily lingered on her dark pubic hair, then swept over her entire body, feeling that two eyes weren't enough to take it all in.
An Shaoting's blood was surging, his engorged penis throbbing in his pants. He was almost breathless from the stimulation of seeing this naked woman for the first time. His excitement made him nearly lose control; he wanted to pounce on her and thoroughly caress her beautiful body.
How could he not crave to touch such a real, naked girl?
An Shaoting thought to himself, since this girl considered him her master, she wouldn't dare resist if he touched her. Hadn't she said in front of the Yuanxiao shop that he could do whatever he wanted in her room?
But would his lecherous appearance arouse her suspicion?
He licked his dry lips, unable to think of a better solution. The intense urge to touch this beautiful, naked girl's body made it impossible for him to remain calm. Even the most virtuous man in ancient times, Liu Xiahui, probably couldn't resist such a stimulating sight.
Without thinking twice, he commanded her in as calm a tone as possible,
"Come here."
The girl obediently took two steps forward. Now her breasts were directly in front of his eyes.
He trembled slightly as he reached out his right hand and gently pinched her left breast with his five fingers.
For the first time in his life, he had touched a woman's most sensual part—a soft breast.
Ah! So this is what a woman's breasts feel like. An Shaoting fully experienced the breasts of this woman he had never had the chance to touch before, carefully feeling the alluring, smooth flesh through the touch of his fingers.
[The End]

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