The Girl in My Dreams, Chapter Fifteen

An Shaoting moved back to his old apartment. He also stopped taking the medication the doctor had prescribed.

He started smoking again—though he hated the smell and was always choked by the smoke, his eyes watering. He stopped going to bed on time, ate whatever he could find, and tried to make a mess of his life.

He hoped he could return to his old sleepwalking state.

Yuan Kexin seemed to be in a state of mental collapse these days; she hadn't been seen leaving the house for several days.

For the first few days, An Shaoting knocked on her door every day—she never opened it, unwilling to let him in or speak to him—but he knew she needed him.

Not the conscious An Shaoting, of course, but the An Shaoting of her dreams, controlled by her subconscious.

An Shaoting dared not try to jump in through the window to find her again. He didn't know how she would react, but she couldn't withstand any more stimulation—her fragile heart couldn't bear so much physical and mental pressure.

An Shaoting knew she must be waiting—waiting for her true 'master'.

He lived his days in a daze, not knowing when he would return to his dream, or if he would ever return to Mengnu's side, or even how Mengnu would react upon seeing her master.

He desperately wished for a drug that would instantly transport him into a dream world, into that sleepwalking realm.

He chain-smoked, reading one brutal erotic novel after another on the Yuan Yuan website. So many intensely stimulating descriptions failed to excite him.

A rustling sound came from the doorway.

He didn't turn around—nothing in his life could quickly capture his attention anymore—until, before he went to sleep, he found a note under the door.

"Master, please punish your servant again tonight. Your servant."

An Shaoting's heart began to pound.

He didn't understand why Mengnu would send him such an invitation. Had she suddenly changed her mind? Did she no longer care about his feigned brutality? Or did she want him to display genuine brutality—the kind that wasn't feigned, but a natural expression of his inherent brutality?

Suddenly, a light shone in his mind—since he could display such a violent subconscious in his dreams, didn't this prove that his true nature was extremely violent and cruel? If he could simply peel off his mask of hypocrisy and morality, wouldn't he naturally become the violent 'master' that the dream slave longed for?

He was overjoyed at his discovery—Good heavens! Why hadn't he thought of this sooner? His utter failure last time was because he was always thinking about how to pretend to be violent, how to wear that mask of hypocrisy and cruelty, instead of the other way around—peeling off the mask of hypocritical benevolence and exposing his violent nature!

Ah!

He cried out inwardly—he finally understood why Yuan Kexin wouldn't let him in—she couldn't let him see her wearing that mask of benevolence; she was waiting for the true master.

Hadn't she given him a hint: You are no longer my master. My master will come in through that window.

She had been waiting for the real him—the him stripped of hypocrisy, the him of his true nature, the him who was cruel and violent.

But last time, he had shown false pity at the end, breaking her heart.

Fine! Tear off your hypocritical mask, reveal your tyrannical nature—that's you! That's the real you! That's your true self! That's your beastly self!

An Shaoting rallied again.

He would go to his dream slave as a true 'master'—even if not for himself, then for his dream slave.

He showered, put on his bathrobe, drank a cup of coffee, picked up a credit card, and confidently strode towards the sex shop. As

soon as he entered, he was greeted by the owner:

"Hey, it's A-Ting! What do you want to buy today?" "Boss, do you still have that enema device you showed me last time?" "Ah, yes, yes, yes. Wait a moment."

An Shaoting paid with his credit card and then tore open the packaging and threw it away—he didn't need to read the instructions—his instincts guided him.

He arrived at Yuan Kexin's window at two in the dead of night—a time he often came to when he sleepwalked.

He kicked the window open. The light came on inside. He leaped over the table by the window and jumped inside.

Yuan Kexin seemed to have been sitting on the bed waiting for him. She gulped down several mouthfuls of water from her cup, then threw off the covers, tearing off her pajamas and revealing only her underwear. She eagerly knelt at An Shaoting's feet, her body trembling as she greeted him:

"Welcome, Master." "You lowly slave... get on the bed and handcuff yourself!"

With his rude command, An Shaoting kicked her near the ear.

Yuan Kexin hurriedly crawled under the bed, dragged out the box, quickly took out several pairs of handcuffs, and handcuffed her hands and feet to the bed frame. She knelt prostrate in the center of the bed, trembling as she awaited her master's punishment.

An Shaoting rummaged through the kitchen, mixing cooking oil, soy sauce, vinegar, cooking wine, and water in a basin. He then added some five-spice powder, bean powder, chili powder, and some other unidentified powder. He stirred the mixture together and placed it on the small cabinet by the bed. He roared at the trembling Yuan Kexin,

"You lowly slave, I'm going to marinate you, roast you, steam you, boil you! I'm going to put some seasoning in your stomach first, you lowly slave. Do you like being cooked and eaten by me? Huh? You lowly slave!" "Ah… Master…"

Yuan Kexin's tearful eyes seemed to be spitting out flames of desire, her whole body trembling with fear.

Seeing the lust burning even amidst her fear, An Shaoting's anger surged.

He abruptly pulled a round nipple clamp with a chain from the box, forcefully looping the chain around her back and clamping her breasts tightly from below. Then he straddled her waist, lifting the chain like pulling on a horse's reins, yanking her breasts apart, causing her to immediately raise her head and neigh in pain.

He slapped Yuan Kexin's snow-white buttocks hard, panting heavily, his body bouncing up and down like he was riding a wild horse.

Yuan Kexin's slender body was like a small boat, rising and falling in the raging storm. An

Shaoting gradually entered a numb daze, feeling his blood rising, surging, and churning, as if he were riding a wild horse across an endless wilderness.

He sealed Yuan Kexin's mouth with a gag with a small ball attached, turning her piercing screams into whimpers in her throat.

He carried the basin of pungent liquid to her legs, then straddled her waist, filled the syringe he had brought with the mixture using a metal tube, screwed on a thinner tip, and inserted it into her anus, injecting the entire tube of liquid into her body.

An Shaoting's body suddenly tensed, and a pitiful moan came from behind him.

An Shaoting felt his blood begin to boil again, his whole body floating in a trance-like state. Yuan Kexin's painful moans gradually transformed into a beautiful musical rhythm, accompanying his soul as it soared through the air.

He injected another vial of liquid into her body, and an even more agonizing scream echoed behind her. The flesh between her legs writhed on his thighs, and a strange stimulation caused his penis to swell to its maximum.

Ah!

This was An Shaoting's true nature—experiencing the exhilarating sexual pleasure in violence, discovering the soul-stirring melody of sex in the moans of the abused!

He simply ripped off the gag from Yuan Kexin's mouth, letting the beautiful music stimulate his senses even more intensely.

He had completely entered a state of madness.

His penis stretched larger and larger in his pants, and the rising wild desire within him grew stronger and stronger. He opened his robe, pulled down his underwear, knelt between Yuan Kexin's legs, and thrust his burning hot penis into her flower-like opening filled with lustful fluid, with a series of squelching sounds.

He pulled the chains on the nipple clamps, and the beautiful music started again, composing a beautiful, soul-stirring symphony with each thrust.

He was completely immersed in that frenzied, brutal pleasure.

He continued to pump liquid from the basin, then poured it into Yuan Kexin's body—her screams grew louder and louder; then gradually became softer and weaker.

An Shaoting was completely absorbed in that brutal pleasure, his waist thrusting in and out, exploring his stretched-out sexual member in the hot, fleshy orifice, accompanied by the screams and moans of the weak body that stimulated his soul, seeking and creating the greatest, strongest, most primal, wild pleasure deep within the woman's flesh. He was becoming more and more frenzied

—he truly experienced his own brutal self: in the process of cruelly tormenting the frail female body, he gradually achieved a wonderful union of spirit and flesh, the pleasure of the soul and body rising and falling, sending him into a world of ecstasy.

The intense pleasure emanating from his lower body, mixed with the excitement in his mind, stimulated every nerve in his body, making his thrusting movements increasingly fierce and intense. Finally, he pulled the chain sharply and thrust his lower body in with a powerful thud, reaching the most intense sexual peak in that indescribably wonderful moment—the pinnacle of the superposition of spiritual and physical climax. "

Ah..."

His entire body went limp against Yuan Kexin's smooth back. The immense pleasure seemed to have drained all the essence from his body, leaving him in a void, unable to catch his breath for a long time.

He withdrew his wet penis from Yuan Kexin's lower body, sat on the headboard between her head and the wall, and grabbed her hair, lifting her face.

A sweet smile appeared on Yuan Kexin's tear-streaked face as she murmured weakly,

"You... are my master... my true master... my forever... forever master..."

As she spoke, she brought her mouth to his limp penis, stretching out her tongue to greedily lick it, finally taking his entire body into her mouth, gently and tenderly sucking and licking.

"...My master... my true... master..."

Her voice grew softer and softer. Her sucking movements became gentler and lighter. The movements of her tongue grew weaker and slower...

She stopped—her entire body stiffened on the bed, maintaining the perfect posture of a sex slave!

She finally stopped—after bringing her master to the most perfect union of spirit and flesh, she completed her final cleansing duty as a sex slave.

She stopped forever—having found her true master and given him everything in her life: her spirit and her flesh!

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