The Girl in My Dreams [Part 2]

Yuan Kexin propped herself up in bed.

Suddenly, An Shaoting saw the girl on the screen jump up abruptly, not at all like someone getting up to use the bathroom in the middle of the night. "

Ah!?"

An Shaoting was stunned—Yuan Kexin abruptly ripped off her pajamas, revealing her naked upper body and underwear, and tumbled off the bed with a thud.

She lay face down to one side, saying in an almost trembling voice, "This slave welcomes Master." He couldn't see anyone on the screen facing her, but An Shaoting could hear the window being flung open—followed by the sound of someone stepping onto the table from outside.

An Shaoting's heart pounded with tension; a chill ran down his spine, and his hand holding the mouse trembled violently.

Ah! There really was another "master"!

A dark figure appeared—a man in a long robe, about the same size as An Shaoting, stood before Yuan Kexin, holding a black box and some kind of wire.

An Shaoting was so frightened that he slumped into his chair, almost breathless with tension.

The person, barefoot, stepped on her head, then slid his foot down her neck and back before stomping down hard, sending Yuan Kexin sprawling to the ground.

Without a shred of mercy, the person kicked her face, practically yelling, "Why haven't you brought out the toy yet? I'm going to punish you."

Hearing this voice, An Shaoting was again stunned—good heavens! This person's voice sounded exactly like his own—except An Shaoting never spoke in such a terrifying voice and tone.

Yuan Kexin quickly scrambled to her feet, dragged the box from under the bed, opened the lid, and knelt beside the person, trembling as she said, "This servant begs for punishment, Master." "You lowly slave, why are you so slow? Remember this: whenever I come, you must immediately kneel down and greet me, understand?"

Before she could answer, the person grabbed her hair and threw her onto the bed. She immediately cried out in pain.

An Shaoting was terrified by the brutal scene; his whole body trembled. He was truly worried that something terrible might happen to Yuan Kexin. It took him a long time to slowly regain his composure, realizing that what he was seeing was just the video from last night. Just moments ago, Yuan Kexin was perfectly fine, which meant she hadn't suffered any serious harm.

But witnessing this poor girl being violated by another inhuman man was excruciating; An Shaoting's heart was bleeding.

The man ripped off Yuan Kexin's only remaining garment, her underwear, and then used leather straps found in a box under the bed to twist one of her hands behind her back and tie it to one of her feet. He then tied her other hand and foot together in the same way—forcing her entire body to arch backward, her breasts taut against her chest, and her legs forced back and apart, fully exposing her private parts.

The man then picked up the box he had brought, inserted three or four pieces of wire into it, and then attached the patches from the other two wires—similar to those used for electrocardiograms in hospitals—to Yuan Kexin's nipples. He then attached the patches from the other two wires to the sides of her exposed vulva.

An Shaoting almost screamed inwardly: Was this man going to electrocute Yuan Kexin?

The man picked up the box, chuckled maliciously, and pressed the button on the box violently—Yuan Kexin's body jerked violently, and she let out a scream.

An Shaoting also trembled as if he had been electrocuted—he never imagined that this man could be so cruel. In his shock, he heard the man say with a sneer, "How is it? You lowly slave, do you like the taste of electric shocks? Are you wet down there? Want it stronger?"

As he spoke, he pressed the button repeatedly, causing Yuan Kexin's body to bounce up with each electric shock. As Yuan Kexin screamed in agony, she still had to answer the man's humiliating questions in broken sentences: "Ah! Ouch! Ouch!... Slave... Master's punishment... Slave... Master... Please spare me..."

The man mercilessly twisted a knob on the box, and when he pressed the button again, Yuan Kexin's body jerked violently, her screams heart-wrenching.

"Ouch! Ouch... Master... Ouch..."

An Shaoting could no longer endure it; his body was ice-cold, as if the blood in his veins had stopped flowing.

Finally, the man had had enough of the electric shock game. He threw the wires and the box, which was clearly a battery, aside, squeezed Yuan Kexin's breasts violently for a while, then pressed her head down to his crotch, grabbing her genitals—presumably her pubic hair—and cruelly used it to lift her buttocks up and down. Each time he lifted her genitals, Yuan Kexin supported her entire body with the back of her neck, screaming in agony under the man's brutality.

Suddenly, Yuan Kexin's whimpering moans turned muffled—the man had opened his robe, straddled her head, and thrust his ugly penis into her mouth, while simultaneously grabbing her pubic hair and pumping it in and out of her mouth like a horse. Seeing

this extremely brutal and humiliating scene, An Shaoting trembled with rage. He now understood why Yuan Kexin always acted as if she had seen a demon whenever she saw him, having no choice but to submit to him willingly—Yuan Kexin was so submissive to this man, yet she still received no forgiveness, but instead suffered increasingly severe abuse and humiliation.

After a long time, the man released her pubic hair and began to squeeze and pinch her erect vulva forcefully. Then he picked up a dildo and tried to insert it into her genitals—An Shaoting was suddenly stunned by this sight—this dildo wasn't being inserted into her vagina, but cruelly shoved into her anus.

The man brutally inserted nearly half of the dildo into Yuan Kexin's narrow anus, even gripping the handle with his hands to thrust in and out. Then, as if riding a horse, he grabbed the handle with both hands and thrust his penis into her mouth repeatedly.

At this point, Yuan Kexin could only let out terrible moans, her entire body contorted in the brutality.

The man seemed unsatisfied, bending down to pick up several balls strung together with rope from the bedside and began stuffing them one by one into Yuan Kexin's vagina. Five balls, almost the size of ping-pong balls, were all shoved into her vagina.

The man's sinister voice came again: "Hehe, you lewd and lowly slave, are you comfortable now?"

Yuan Kexin was now sobbing uncontrollably; An Shaoting could only hear her muffled moans and the soft, sucking sounds of his penis in her throat.

The man grabbed Yuan Kexin's thighs and spread them apart, then pervertedly pressed his mouth against her vulva, sucking hard. He also deliberately pressed his forehead against the penis inserted into her anus, bending it to one side. The man's profile was facing the camera, so An Shaoting couldn't see his face clearly, but from the side, he did resemble An Shaoting somewhat.

An Shaoting was stunned by the man's brutal and perverse behavior. His whole body stiffened, his limbs went numb, and he was completely frozen in place.

While the man was pleasuring the girl's vagina with his mouth, he thrust his hips forward repeatedly, shoving his penis wildly into Yuan Kexin's mouth. He brutally tortured Yuan Kexin like this for nearly ten minutes. Then he pulled his penis out of her mouth, abruptly turned her body around, spread her legs towards his crotch, and began to violently thrust his penis into her vagina while half-squatting. However, he seemed to have forgotten that Yuan Kexin's vagina already had five small balls inside, and no matter how hard he thrust, he could only penetrate a little bit of his glans. After a few thrusts, he suddenly roared angrily, pulled out his wet penis, and at the same time pulled out the dildo inserted in her anus. He raised her body and began to forcefully thrust his penis into her anus.

Yuan Kexin, now empty of food, began to let out pitiful screams.

The man showed no mercy, continuing to thrust and pound into her nearly torn anus, emitting terrifying howls mixed with insults: "You slut... howl. Howl. You can't even suck my cock properly, howl... You like being fucked in the ass... howl... you want me to fuck your whole body... you slut, you're all wet down there... howl... soaked... you want more... howl... howl..."

Soon, An Shaoting saw white foam seeping from the man's penis; he had ejaculated inside Yuan Kexin's anus.

He slumped onto the headboard, grabbed Yuan Kexin's legs, flipped her over, pressing her breasts onto the bed, then grabbed her hair, forcing her mouth to face his semen-covered penis. Yuan Kexin, swallowing tears, obediently took the penis, which had just been pulled from her anus, into her mouth to clean it.

The man was facing the video camera, and under the light, An Shaoting was utterly shocked to see that this person indeed looked remarkably like him.

Good heavens! No wonder Yuan Kexin mistook him for someone else; this person not only looked exactly like An Shaoting, but even his voice was so similar.

The man roughly grabbed her hair, violently shaking her head back and forth, thrusting his penis deep into her mouth, while constantly mocking her with vicious language: "You slut, you like being fucked by me, don't you? Why is your pussy wet? Because I played with you, right? You get wet when I play with you, don't you? You sucked my dick hard because you wanted me to fuck you, didn't you? Such a slut, and you still want me to fuck you so much..."

He seemed to quickly regain his strength in Yuan Kexin's mouth, straightened up, untied her hands and feet, then tied both her hands to the iron frame at the head of the bed, making her kneel on the bed with her face against the wall. He turned around, picked up the dildo from before, pressed its base against the wall in front of Yuan Kexin's mouth, and forced her to suck it against the wall.

An Shaoting's eyes practically blazed with fury at the sight; his blood was boiling with rage.

This man wasn't finished. He came up behind Yuan Kexin and thrust himself into her vagina.

Yuan Kexin's body was jolted forward, the dildo deeply embedded in her mouth, and she let out a painful growl.

The man then seemed to notice the small balls still inserted in Yuan Kexin's vagina. Enraged, he frantically dug at her vagina with his fingers, finally grabbing the rope and violently yanking the balls out of her vagina.

With a pitiful scream from Yuan Kexin, a stream of fluid flew out of her vagina along with the balls.

Now that the man had no more obstacles, he shoved his penis into Yuan Kexin's vagina and began thrusting violently from behind. Yuan Kexin's body was constantly pushed back and forth under his thrusts, the dildo pressed against the wall moving in and out of her mouth. She continuously let out muffled moans under the combined assault of the real and the dildo.

These scenes made An Shaoting tremble, his head spin, and his heart feel like a huge rock was pressing down on him, suffocating him.

The man quickly reached another climax. With a violent thrust, he pressed Yuan Kexin's face almost entirely against the wall, the dildo being forced deep into her throat, silencing her completely.

An Shaoting was so shocked he couldn't close his mouth; he was truly afraid the dildo would be completely inside Yuan Kexin's stomach.

The man finally satisfied his lust and untied Yuan Kexin's hands. Yuan Kexin collapsed onto the bed, the dildo halfway out of her mouth, copious amounts of saliva flowing down her chest.

The man slammed his fist into Yuan Kexin's head twice, yelling something at her. Yuan Kexin jumped up in fright and scrambled over to lick his limp penis clean. The man seemed unsatisfied and continued to slap her back.

Witnessing this brutal scene, An Shaoting now fully understood why Yuan Kexin trembled with fear whenever she saw him; it was utterly inhuman. This man was a beast, a heartless beast.

Before leaving, the man kicked Yuan Kexin again, then jumped out the window and disappeared into the night.

An Shaoting suppressed his rage and watched the entire brutal scene unfold. He felt an indescribable sorrow and anger; his chest felt like it was about to explode. The arrogance he had felt a few days ago was instantly reignited, even more so than before. One sentence kept repeating in his mind: "I must kill that bastard! I must kill that bastard!"

He suddenly realized how pitiful this girl was, and tears streamed down his face. She was so pitiful. She had finally met him, An Shaoting, only to be mistaken for a masochist and cruelly humiliated. He remembered that just two hours earlier, he had urinated on her. He, An Shaoting, was utterly inhuman!

An Shaoting's heart ached terribly. He gripped his hair tightly, pulling desperately, almost tearing his scalp off. He hated himself, he hated himself so much for misunderstanding such a pitiful girl. He cursed himself incessantly, watching in anguish as the girl in his dream sobbed as she tidied the room, silently sitting on the edge of the bed, hugging her knees in a daze. He knew she was experiencing extreme pain and needed comfort and protection. But tonight, he hurt her again. After the brutality of the previous night, he humiliated her in such a vile way. Wasn't this tantamount to him colluding with that bastard, taking turns to brutally torture her—she was his dream girl!

It took him a long time to recover from the extreme shock, and gradually he was able to think rationally. He knew he couldn't undo the past; now he needed to consider how to deal with this extremely unexpected situation. Actually, this situation wasn't unexpected at all. He had been waiting for this person to appear, but since the day before yesterday, he had somehow become blinded, mistakenly believing his dream girl was a perverted masochist.

Suddenly, realizing the truth of the matter gave him a strange sense of relief. Since he had discovered the existence of this brutal man, it proved that his Yuan Kexin had never lied to him.

For days, he had been immersed in the immense emotional pain of discovering he had been deceived by the woman he deeply loved. Now, suddenly realizing it was all a misunderstanding, the sense of relief in his heart brought him great comfort.

Alright, all misunderstandings are cleared up, now it's his turn to play the hero and save the damsel in distress.

There's no escaping it—he has to kill! Only by killing this inhuman man can his beloved Yuan Kexin be completely freed from her status as a sex slave, and only then can they restart their relationship. Of course, as he planned before, he won't let Yuan Kexin know of his existence as the fake master, so that after killing this man, he can take his place. He will maintain this master-slave relationship with Yuan Kexin, but he will never use violence to maintain it; instead, he will use his love for her.

He watched the videotape again carefully. The man in it resembled him, but there were differences in his stiff expression. The man's face was dark, his hair was messy, he was unkempt, and his voice lacked intonation. Regardless of his appearance, the most important thing was to find out where he lived. An Shaoting decided that from today onward, he would wait outside the girl's room every night, and he couldn't give up after a few nights like before.

He rewound the tape to the spot where the man jumped into Yuan Kexin's window, confirming the time was 2:00 AM. He still had plenty of time to prepare. He took a shower, put on a bathrobe, and refreshed himself. He mentally reviewed the whole situation again, not wanting to make any more mistakes. He chose a set of black trousers and dark gray clothes, colors that would make him less likely to be spotted while tracking someone at night.

He untied the robe he'd put on after his shower, preparing to change into his night clothes, when suddenly, seeing the way he'd undone his robe, a very strange feeling welled up inside him. His heart skipped a beat; he suddenly remembered that the man had undone his robe in the same way.

He looked more closely at his bare feet, and the strange feeling grew stronger.

He rushed to the computer, freezing the image of the man in the robe on the tape—Good heavens! That robe wasn't a robe at all—it was just ordinary pajamas. He zoomed in on the image, a chill running down his spine—the pajamas were almost identical to the robe he was wearing now—he always wore this robe to bed.

This couldn't be!

He instinctively refused to believe his absurd thought. Young people would wear this kind of robe; it was at most a small coincidence. Besides, he'd never met Yuan Kexin before, let alone know where she lived. But his doubts grew stronger. The more he looked at the man on the screen, the more he felt…

He felt his blood almost freeze, and a chill ran down the back of his head, startling him so much that he turned around several times to check.

Of course, he didn't believe in gods or ghosts. But this coincidence…

it was too absurd! It was too absurd! He kept repeating this to himself. He remembered that he had never observed this person before. For four nights, six whole nights in a row, he had never seen this person come. In fact, as long as he was awake, this person would never come, and if he went home to sleep…

The chill on An Shaoting's back grew heavier.

Two terrifying words flashed and magnified in front of his forehead—"sleepwalking."

He knew this was far too serious; he couldn't just make wild guesses based on a bathrobe and some coincidences.

He suddenly remembered a scar on his left abdomen from childhood. He immediately and nervously zoomed in on the image until it stopped where the man was naked and facing the camera.

He stared intently at that spot on the man—ah?

His heart sank. With trembling hands, he frantically pressed the mouse, carefully zooming in on that area.

Ah!!!

An Shaoting slumped into his chair, his entire body trembling with an inexplicable fear.

He couldn't believe it! He couldn't believe this absurd, terrifying possibility—that inhuman, cruel bastard who had violated the girl in his dreams could actually be himself—An Shaoting—An Shaoting in a sleepwalk!

Sleepwalking! For An Shaoting, this word had always been a chilling term. When he was probably in elementary school, his parents told him that he had sleepwalked several times at night—getting up and going to the kitchen to find food, even making and eating fried eggs.

He had heard three of the most terrifying stories about sleepwalking since childhood: a member of an Antarctic expedition would always dig up the bodies of his dead teammates in the middle of the night while sleepwalking; a college student would dig up human bones from graves every night in the middle of the night; and an even more terrifying one, a medical student suffering from sleepwalking who would sneak into the morgue every day to steal human flesh to eat.

Recalling those three stories sent chills down his spine, his skin crawling with goosebumps. He was utterly terrified when he learned he could sleepwalk, suffering from sleep disturbances for a long time. His parents eventually took him to a doctor, and somehow, he was cured and never relapsed.

But he could never have imagined that after so many years, he would suddenly suffer from the same ailment again.

He now remembered wondering why the face of this girl, whom he had never met before, suddenly appeared in his dreams. He also remembered the inexplicable sense of familiarity he felt when he first went to Yuan Kexin's room.

There was only one possibility! But his thoughts were completely muddled!

He felt weak all over, his limbs were cold, his body was stiff and immobile, as if the blood in his body had stopped flowing, and his mind was numb and unable to think.

Chapter Ten .

An Shaoting sat blankly in front of the computer for a long time before slowly regaining some consciousness.

His mind began to clear, and he suddenly realized that things might not be as terrible as he had initially imagined. On the contrary, if that were the case, everything would become quite simple. At least he wouldn't need to commit murder or break the law anymore; moreover, the girl he admired hadn't been violated by another man, a huge worry for An Shaoting. Furthermore, he wouldn't have to worry about the "master" impersonating this girl being exposed—he was that "master," absolutely real—of course, he would change his image in Yuan Kexin's eyes, never again playing the role of that tyrannical sadist.

The thought of his terrifyingly cruel and tyrannical appearance on that videotape sent chills down his spine. He couldn't imagine himself being so brutal, practically possessed by a demon. His dream girl had suffered so much abuse and torment because of his terrible habit—what would she think if she knew?

Thinking of this, An Shaoting suddenly felt afraid again. He couldn't imagine what Yuan Kexin would think if she knew his cruel behavior was all a dream. She would surely hate him to the core. She would surely be filled with shame and indignation. She would surely suffer a mental breakdown. Such a blow would be too cruel for her.

She might not believe him at all. She couldn't possibly believe that the inhuman torture she had endured for so many days was all a dream. How could she believe it? If he were to repent and beg for her forgiveness, she would surely think his sleepwalking story was a fabrication to deceive her, that after so much cruel torture, he was trying to use such an absurd tale to win her love.

She might never forgive him!

Good heavens!

The thought filled An Shaoting with indescribable pain. He now wished that the "master" was someone else, so he could kill that person and win the love of his dream girl. But now… this new fear—the possibility of losing her forever—his dream girl—was like a knife twisting in his heart.

He didn't want to think about it anymore.

Ah?! No!

He absolutely couldn't let Yuan Kexin know about this and its connection to sleepwalking!

His mind suddenly cleared. He knew this was the best solution. Yes! He couldn't let her know this secret; he had to keep her in the dark forever. Although this was very unfair to her, he was ultimately doing it for her own good, genuinely for her benefit. Afterwards, he could still appear before her as her "master." Just as he had always planned, he would transform their perverse master-slave relationship into a normal romantic one.

He vowed to win her over with love, not violence. However, all good intentions had one prerequisite: he had to cure his sleepwalking disorder. Only by curing it could Yuan Kexin escape that inhuman torture and abuse.

An Shaoting understood this, and felt a little better.

He searched online using "sleepwalking" as a keyword, reading extensively on foreign websites. He learned that sleepwalking is a sleep disorder, common in children—about 10% of people have experienced it once or twice. It's less common in adults, and if it happens, you need to see a doctor immediately.

The information online was plentiful and varied, but ultimately, An Shaoting understood one thing: sleepwalking is a treatable sleep disorder. Knowing this made him happy, and he planned to see a doctor first thing the next morning.

He tightly bound the handle of his door with wire and then locked the door from the inside with a lock. He held the key to the lock for a long time, finally hiding it in the top corner of a drawer, then covering it with several layers of clothing. He took off his bathrobe, stuffed it into the bottom of a box, and changed into sportswear. He had just gotten into bed when he got up again, found another thin wire, moved the chair in front of the window, tightly tied the window latch to the iron hook on the windowsill with the wire, locked it, bent the key, and threw it in the trash. Still not satisfied, he dragged the cabinet to the window, completely blocking it. Then he sat on the bed and tied his feet tightly to the bed frame with rope.

He knew this wouldn't solve the problem permanently. He would see a doctor first thing tomorrow morning, but he had to prevent himself from "disturbing" his poor dream lover again tonight. Only after lying down did he realize how exhausted he was. He was utterly exhausted, both mentally and physically, these past few days.

He couldn't understand why, after so many sleepwalking episodes, he couldn't recall doing anything so brutal in his dreams. He seemed to have never had this type of dream before. Even more incomprehensible was how he could find this complete stranger's apartment in the middle of the night and subject her to the most cruel rape—a brutality he had always loathed and abhorred. He never bothered to read the violent and pornographic content on the Yuan Yuan website.

He was utterly unable to calm himself. This poor Yuan Kexin had actually been trained in his dream into a sex slave who dared not disobey him, yet dared not report it to the police. Her inner fear must have robbed her of any courage to resist. He couldn't comprehend this absurd situation. His mind grew increasingly heavy, and he didn't stay awake for long before falling into a deep sleep. When he woke up the next morning, his mind was a complete blank. He felt he had many terrible dreams during the night, but he couldn't remember what they were about.

Suddenly, he remembered the videotape he had watched the previous night, and the terrifying things about sleepwalking. He vaguely felt that these were all part of his dreams. But his mind grew increasingly clear.

He tried to jump out of bed, only to find his feet tightly bound to it. At first, he was startled, but then he remembered what he'd done before going to sleep, and felt a surge of relief: it seemed he hadn't left the room all night.

He untied himself and found the wire and lock on the door intact, which reassured him. Looking out the window, the cabinet he'd dragged there yesterday was still in the same spot. He got up, moved the cabinet aside, and let the morning sunlight stream in. Suddenly, he noticed that the wire he'd used to secure the latch was still there, but it had clearly been cut in the middle.

A chill ran down his spine, and he was gripped by extreme fear. He felt as if a terrible demon was inside him, impossible to escape.

He frantically ran to Yuan Kexin's place, climbed the fire escape to her window platform, and then into her now empty room. He retrieved the cassette tape from the ventilation duct, then rushed home and plugged it into the player connected to his computer.

The scene begins in the room he left the night before, the bed empty and messy. The sound of Yuan Kexin showering can be heard; she must be washing off the urine he poured on her. An Shaoting has no patience for this and quickly skips over it until the shot of Yuan Kexin turning off the light and going to sleep.

Then, light reappears on the screen, Yuan Kexin turns on the light, abruptly throws off her pajamas, jumps out of bed in a panic, and falls to the floor facing the window, saying, "Your servant welcomes Master." Then, a dark figure appears—An Shaoting, wearing sportswear instead of a robe—holding several extremely thick iron chains.

In the video, An Shaoting kicks Yuan Kexin's body wildly, cursing incessantly: "You lowly slave! You want to stop me from coming? Huh? You want to lock me up, is that it?"

"Ah...no...no...this slave welcomes Master."

"Lock me up? Not so easy. You lowly slave."

"Ah..."

An Shaoting stares in shock at himself on camera as he grabs Yuan Kexin's hair, throws her forcefully onto the bed, rips off her underwear, and uses the chains he brought to tightly bind her legs together. He then pulls one end of the chain to the headboard. He then grabs Yuan Kexin's hands from the other end, pulling them sharply towards the foot of the bed until her body is taut. He jumps over and uses two more chains to separate Yuan Kexin's hands and tie them to either side of the bed frame.

Yuan Kexin looked up, weeping, almost sobbing, "Master, please punish your servant."

From the camera came An Shaoting's fierce shouts: "You lowly slave! You actually tried to lock me up and prevent me from coming? I'll beat you to death, you lowly slave!"

"Ah...servant...no...servant likes master to punish me...ah...servant..."

In a daze, An Shaoting took a leather object from a box under the bed and tied it to Yuan Kexin's genitals, as if putting a chastity belt on her, tightly constricting her skin. Then he took out a thin chain-like object from the box, with what seemed to be connected to something at both ends—An Shaoting quickly realized what it was—two clips, and round ones at that—and he cruelly clipped them onto Yuan Kexin's breasts.

An Shaoting finally understood that the two round marks on Yuan Kexin's breasts were caused by these clips.

After being clamped, Yuan Kexin's eyes filled with tears, her lips trembling with pain. Her pitiful appearance shocked An Shaoting so much that his eyes almost popped out. He simply couldn't bear to watch, finding it hard to believe that the monster in the video was himself. However, the person in the video wasn't just clamping Yuan Kexin's breasts; he inhumanly pulled the chain between the two clamps, forcibly lifting her body into the air—Yuan Kexin let out a heart-wrenching scream.

He abruptly threw down the chains on the clamps, quickly pulled off his sweatpants, straddled Yuan Kexin's genitals, ripped off the leather chastity belt and threw it away. He used both hands to spread her legs, which were already bound together, as wide as possible, and then thrust his penis into the girl's body. He then lifted the chain in the middle of the clamps, like pulling a rope while riding a horse, and thrust in and out of her genitals. Yuan Kexin pleaded painfully in his brutality, "Oh... ah, Master... spare me... ah..."

In his sleepwalking state, the inhuman An Shaoting only cared about his own lust, thrusting in and out while also pulling the chain connected to her breasts like a "rope," pulling Yuan Kexin almost to the point of fainting from the pain.

After a while, he moved above Yuan Kexin's face, thrusting his erect penis into her mouth, and then lifted the chain again, pulling up and down forcefully to make his penis pound wildly in her mouth. Yuan Kexin's body writhed in the brutality, her face pressed against his crotch, a muffled yet heart-wrenching scream escaping her throat.

An Shaoting felt a chill run through his body, his scalp tingling; he simply couldn't bear to see himself commit such a horrific and brutal act against this poor girl in his dream.

In his dream, he tormented Yuan Kexin for a long time, slamming the chain onto her breasts and then untying her hands and feet from the bed frame—but he wasn't finished. He pulled the chain off her breasts, forcibly dragging her off the bed—Yuan Kexin, in extreme pain, arched her chest, trying her best to move in the direction he pulled.

He pulled the chain around the room, and Yuan Kexin, lying on the floor, still dragging two chains on her hands, struggled to arch her chest, clinging tightly to him—her painful cries strongly shook An Shaoting's heart.

In his dream, he finally sat down and pulled Yuan Kexin close to his crotch. She quickly and willingly took his penis into her mouth, trying her best to suck and lick to please him, doing her best to make him happy.

Even so, he continued to think of ways to torment Yuan Kexin, forcefully pulling the chain tied to her breasts, or grabbing the chain binding her hands and whipping her back, leaving bloody marks on it, while constantly insulting and mocking her. Yuan Kexin frantically shook her head up and down beneath him, desperately trying to satisfy his lust and end the inhuman torture she was suffering.

In his sleepwalking state, An Shaoting grabbed Yuan Kexin's hair and slammed her head down against his crotch, forcing his entire penis into her mouth. His body trembled continuously for a long time, as if he were ejaculating a large amount of semen into her mouth, seemingly shooting it directly into her throat, with only a small amount of white fluid flowing back down his penis.

Finally, An Shaoting, having satisfied his lust, threw Yuan Kexin to the ground. She lay motionless, curled up on the floor, seemingly unconscious—without even a groan.

In the scene, An Shaoting dressed and hurriedly jumped out of the window, leaving the pitiful Yuan Kexin lying motionless on the ground—An Shaoting stared at her, his eyes pounding, unable to breathe—for nearly five minutes, until Yuan Kexin finally caught her breath and began coughing violently, spitting the white semen from her throat onto her hands, An Shaoting finally let out a long breath.

An Shaoting's heart trembled. He saw himself so brutal again, a complete demon in his dream. He felt a chilling, bone-deep cruelty deep within him; every hair on his body stood on end, as if he were possessed by a ghost, unable to escape the terrifying self within him that had become a devil.

God! Yuan Kexin had suffered countless such horrific rapes in recent days; An Shaoting couldn't even imagine how he had learned such heinous and cruel methods. These were things he could never even dream of. He instinctively pulled up his pants, looking at his shrunken, limp penis, unable to believe it was still covered in Yuan Kexin's saliva from before midnight.

He suddenly remembered that in the video, he seemed to have brought a new torture device with him each time he appeared: an electric shock device or chains. Where did he get these things? He frantically rummaged through the drawers, flipping through many old bills, and found his most recent credit card statement. As expected, many items were from a sex shop—a shop he knew, located on a street not far from his place, seemingly open 24/7.

He then found bills from previous months, showing that he had been buying things from this shop for the past two and a half months. He roughly counted and found that he had bought things from this shop no less than thirty times. It showed that he bought things there every few days—sometimes for several consecutive days—meaning that he would go to Yuan Kexin's place during those days to torture her with the things he bought—alas, An Shaoting never looked at his credit card statements, otherwise he might have discovered his problem much earlier.

An Shaoting was filled with fear. He had no idea what worse things he might do—he was going to go crazy. He didn't dare waste another second. He searched online for the nearest sleep disorder specialist, copied down the address, and rushed downstairs. He found the private clinic easily and was eager to see a doctor, but was stopped by the secretary.

"Oh, sir, do you have an appointment?" "Ah, I... I don't. I need to see a doctor. I have to see one today."

"No, sir, we only accept appointments here."

"I... I have an emergency. I have to see one today."

"If you have an emergency, you should go to the emergency room of a regular hospital. We only see patients with sleep problems."

"I... I really have sleep problems. You have to let me see a doctor, please, miss."

"Well then, could you... uh... come the day after tomorrow?"

"The day after tomorrow? No. Absolutely not. I can't sleep now, not even for a day. I have to see a doctor today."

Seeing his frantic state, the secretary guessed what was wrong with him.

“Okay. Please wait a moment, I’ll go ask the doctor.”

“Oh, thank you so much, Miss.”

The young lady quickly returned and told him to prepare to see Dr. Wang, and to fill out a form and pay the fee first.

An Shaoting was finally led into the doctor’s room. As soon as he entered, he excitedly told the doctor that he had discovered he was sleepwalking at night and asked if there was any treatment.

“Mr. An, how did you discover that you were sleepwalking?”

“I… I filmed it with a camera.”

“Ah, very clever. Mr. An, when did you discover it?”

“Yesterday. Just yesterday. I… I’ve been waking up lately and always feel like someone has moved around in my room in the middle of the night, so I installed a camera, and I found out that I was sleepwalking.”

“Ah, I see. I understand.”

“Dr. Wang, can sleepwalking be cured? It’s so scary. I’m afraid to sleep anymore. You must help me.”

“Ah. Mr. An, don’t worry. Sleepwalking is indeed a very dangerous condition, and it must be treated quickly. The vast majority of cases are curable. You made the right decision to come to me so quickly.”

“It’s a very dangerous condition?”

“Of course. Many sleepwalkers do what they dream about while they sleep. Often it's just a hallucination. For example, someone might dream they can fly, so they ‘fly’ out of a window, and the result is horrific. Others have violent tendencies in their dreams, harming not only themselves but also others. Recently, there was a case in Arizona where a husband stabbed his wife twenty-five times while sleepwalking…”

An Shaoting gasped. He completely believed the doctor's words—he himself was unusually violent in his dreams.

"So, Dr. Wang, do you think a person might do things they would never do or even like to do while sleepwalking?"

"Ah, that's hard to say. Many people do things in their dreams that they can't do in real life but desperately want to do. Some people even do things they absolutely hate doing—dream theorists often explain this by saying that a person generally doesn't know what they subconsciously like to do—things you feel you dislike might actually be things you subconsciously want to do. What have you found yourself doing while sleepwalking?"

An Shaoting certainly couldn't reveal his own tyranny and Yuan Kexin's story; he planned to make up a lie—the most important thing was to cure the illness; what he actually did in his dreams wasn't important to the doctor.

"Ah. I... I wake up in my dreams and cook something to eat."

"Haha, that's right. You must always feel like you're not full, so you wake up in the middle of the night to eat."

“But I will eat… I will eat those fried eggs. I’ve never liked fried eggs since I was little, and I’ve never eaten them in my life.”

“I understand. Were you forced to eat fried eggs by someone when you were little?”

“No, I just don’t like them. I don’t find them appealing, and they don’t arouse my interest. Besides, those cruel things always disgust me.”

“What? Cruel?”

“Ah… I mean, such a perfect, beautiful egg, broken and fried in oil, it looks… very cruel and cruel.”

An Shaoting was thinking about his real sleepwalking, and he almost let it slip.

"Haha. I understand now. You usually dislike those eggs because you dislike violence. But precisely because you dislike violence, you dislike the way eggs are fried, and you've never had the chance to taste what they're like. And deep down, in some subconscious way, you just want to try what they taste like."

"Huh?..."

"In short, a person can never truly understand what's in their subconscious. What you think you dislike the most might actually be what your subconscious most desires."

An Shaoting was speechless after the doctor's words. Thinking carefully about the violent and erotic novels that disgusted him, he really didn't know what to say.

“But doctor, I… I’ve never fried an egg before, and I’ve never even learned how to fry an egg, yet I fried one skillfully in my dream. How could that be?”

“Ah, well, you’ve seen people fry eggs before, haven’t you?”

“…Yes. Online… uh, normally, I’ve seen it.”

“That’s right. You know, a person’s potential is astonishing, absolutely beyond your imagination. It’s just that most people find it difficult to fully unleash their potential. Not to mention something as simple as frying an egg, I once had a patient who could completely disassemble a radio in his dream and then reassemble it, even though he had never learned that skill or seen anyone repair a radio. I also have a patient who could compose extremely beautiful musical melodies in his dream. You could say that there are still many gaps in our understanding of human beings…”

An Shaoting listened to the doctor’s explanation with great interest, feeling truly enlightened. He suddenly remembered that the most important thing was how to cure his problem, and quickly asked, "So, Dr. Wang, you said that sleepwalking can be cured, is that right?"

"Ah. Yes. First, you need to know the general causes of sleepwalking, or rather, how sleepwalking occurs. In your memory, have any of your parents or grandparents ever had sleepwalking?" "

...It seems...no. Could it be hereditary?"

"Not necessarily. But sleepwalking does have a hereditary tendency. Another major possible trigger for sleepwalking is stress in life and chronic sleep deprivation. Understanding these will greatly help your treatment. Your profession is...uh, software engineer. Do you usually experience a lot of stress at work?" "

...It's usually okay. But we get very busy when it's time to deliver. We often work overtime and stay up late."

"That's it. To completely cure your sleepwalking problem, you need to manage your life and work rhythm well, try not to stay up late, and adjusting your sleep schedule is very important. You can try taking a vacation recently to relax."

"I understand."

"Also, it's best to develop regular living habits and not frequently disrupt your routine."

"Okay. Anything else?"

"Also, it's best not to live in a very high-rise building; it's dangerous for sleepwalkers. It's best to keep dangerous items out of reach, like knives."

"Ah...that's all?"

"In addition, you should drink plenty of water before bed each night. This will reduce pressure in your bladder, making it less likely for you to fall into a deep sleep for an extended period, thus greatly reducing the likelihood of sleepwalking."

"That's great."

"Also, it's best not to smoke. Smoking increases your tension and agitation."

"That's fine. I never smoke."

"I'll prescribe two medications for you now. You must take them on time."

"Ah, that's great. I definitely will."

"This medication mainly treats your sleep disorder, and this one is to reduce your mental tension. Both are very effective. But you must complete the entire course of treatment, and with a healthy lifestyle afterward, you should be completely cured."

"That's wonderful. Thank you, Dr. Wang. You really saved me."

An Shaoting bought the medicine and immediately started looking for a place to move. He found a ground-floor apartment on the other side of the city, far from Yuan Kexin's place. To get to her place from there, he had to take a bus, and the buses stopped running after 11:30 p.m. He was sure he couldn't possibly find his way that far in the middle of the night.

After seeing the doctor, An Shaoting's hope was rekindled.

Chapter 11

Two weeks later, An Shaoting returned to Yuan Kexin's place. An Shaoting rested in his newly rented apartment for two full weeks. During these two weeks, he strictly controlled his sleep and lifestyle, and strictly followed all the doctor's advice, including taking the two medications the doctor prescribed.

He also removed the camera that was installed in Yuan Kexin's room and installed it in his own room to observe her sleeping at night—after two weeks, he didn't observe any signs of sleepwalking. He would frequently wake up to urinate every night, all because he drank large amounts of water before bed.

After this period of rest and adjustment, his confidence grew, and his desire to see the girl of his dreams—Yuan Kexin—became increasingly urgent. He had been forcefully restraining himself, hoping that once his illness was completely cured, he could begin a new relationship with the girl of his dreams—still a master-slave relationship, but no longer involving violence and sexual abuse, but a harmonious, mutually agreeable love.

Now it seemed that the most crucial step—treating his sleepwalking disorder—had been effective. What remained was to seek out Yuan Kexin for the next step of his "reform" plan. He would leverage his current status as Yuan Kexin's "master," a position of absolute authority, to mentally and emotionally change her psychological role as a sex slave, one of extreme fear of him. He wanted her to no longer obey him out of fear, but to truly love him, be grateful for his liberation from her nightmarish abyss of violence, and thus willingly give herself to him.

The emotional damage he had caused Yuan Kexin could only be healed by himself—this is what they mean by "the one who tied the knot must untie it."

He tried his best to suppress his agitated emotions, but he couldn't control the turmoil within him. The moment he saw Yuan Kexin return from work, his heart pounded with tension and excitement. He knew there was nothing left for him to worry about, but the inexplicable tension within him made it difficult to calm down. He took several deep breaths to compose himself. He didn't want to make any more mistakes. He held his breath and gently knocked on the door. There seemed to be some chaotic noise coming from inside—Yuan Kexin certainly hadn't expected him to come looking for her right after she got off work.

The door opened, and Yuan Kexin, upon seeing An Shaoting, immediately displayed an expression that seemed to be a mixture of surprise and delight, which made An Shaoting feel very comfortable. He knew that this expression was mostly a deliberate act of fear towards him, but whether genuine or feigned, the look of surprise on Yuan Kexin's face truly pleased An Shaoting.

Yuan Kexin quickly closed the door behind him, then turned to face him, hastily removing her outer garment, leaving her in only her bra and panties, and knelt at his feet, trembling as she said, "This servant welcomes Master."

Everything was still the same, but An Shaoting's feelings were vastly different: he no longer felt the same worry and fear mixed with surprise as the first time; nor was he filled with misunderstanding and contempt for her as he had done the last two times. Now, seeing Yuan Kexin's submissive demeanor, he felt more pity, joy, and heartfelt satisfaction.

He said to Yuan Kexin on the ground in a gentle and kind tone, "Get up."

"Thank you, Master,"

Yuan Kexin said, her head bowed, her body trembling slightly.

Looking at the half-naked Yuan Kexin, An Shaoting's passion began to swell, and he longed to immediately pull her into his arms and caress her. But he also knew that this couldn't be rushed; he couldn't let her sense that he had changed too quickly or too much. Most importantly, he still hoped to maintain their master-slave relationship.

He leaned closer to Yuan Kexin's body; her faint fragrance stirred his heart and made his blood surge. He suppressed the agitation within him, gently grasped the girl's arms with both hands, brushed her hair back on both sides, and placed his hands on her shoulders, saying tenderly, "My little slave, from now on I will call you Mengnu, okay?"

"Ah... I will call you Mengnu as my master calls me."

Yuan Kexin was clearly surprised by An Shaoting's gentleness. An Shaoting continued, "Mengnu, will you obey me?"

"Yes, master."

"Good, then kiss my lips."

"Ah... yes, master."

Yuan Kexin seemed even more surprised. She had probably never received such a gentle command before. Accustomed to An Shaoting's unpredictable and violent temper in his sleepwalking state, she seemed quite unaccustomed to his current tone. She kept her eyes downcast, not daring to look him in the eye, and slowly brought her lips to An Shaoting's, making a rather awkward, tactile kiss.

This was An Shaoting's first time kissing a woman; he was so nervous he dared not breathe, as if his heart had stopped beating.

Their lips remained pressed together for a while before An Shaoting slowly calmed down and began to press his lips slightly harder against her trembling mouth, gradually beginning to savor the wonderful feeling of kissing a woman.

In that instant, An Shaoting clearly felt the boundless tenderness and love he felt for Yuan Kexin. His deepest emotions for her surged uncontrollably, causing him to involuntarily press his hand against the back of Yuan Kexin's head, pressing her lips tightly against his own, passionately kissing her lips and refusing to let go.

An Shaoting felt he could never get enough of Yuan Kexin's adorable lips; he wanted to keep kissing her forever. But in the end, he released her, and they both turned their heads away, breathing heavily.

He leaned in closely to admire Yuan Kexin's cheeks, flushed from holding their breath, his heart overflowing with love. He was truly moved: by Yuan Kexin's beauty, and by their tumultuous love story. He thought to himself that if he could heal the deep emotional wounds Yuan Kexin had suffered and bring her true joy and happiness, he would be willing to pay any price.

Yuan Kexin said anxiously, "This servant has done wrong; please punish me, Master."

Seeing her adorable, frightened expression, An Shaoting smiled from the bottom of his heart. He pulled her to the bedside and said gently, "Mengnu, from now on, I won't punish you as arbitrarily as before. Okay?"

"Ah... I didn't do well, please punish me, Master."

Seeing Yuan Kexin's panicked state, An Shaoting knew that her long-established mindset couldn't be broken overnight. He didn't argue with her, but smiled tolerantly, sat on the bed, pulled her down to sit sideways on his lap, wrapped one arm around her waist, and kissed her face and neck.

"Mengnu, I know you've been used to my punishments. From now on, I won't punish you with violence anymore, but will sincerely treat you well. Okay?"

"Ah... Master should punish me. I often make Master unhappy, I... deserve to be punished." "

Sigh... I'm very happy now, so naturally I won't punish you. Aren't you going to thank me?" "

Ah... Thank you, Master. I..."

Yuan Kexin's expression seemed complicated, unreadable—was it surprise, doubt, or confusion?

An Shaoting knew that it would take at least some time for her to truly believe he wouldn't abuse her anymore. He wasn't in a hurry to bring her to "wake up" immediately. He wanted to first use his current supreme status as "master" to have a good time with her, relieving his pent-up desire of two weeks.

He unhooked her bra, exposing her upper body completely; her beautiful breasts trembled before him. He wrapped one arm around her waist and kneaded her breasts, fully enjoying this body that was entirely his.

"Mengnu, since I am your master, you must let me enjoy your body completely. Do you understand?" "

Yes, master… ooh…"

Yuan Kexin's body began to react under his stimulation, making An Shaoting extremely excited. He put her down from his lap, removed his own clothes one by one, then pulled down Yuan Kexin's last piece of clothing—her underwear—and held her naked body tightly in his arms, slowly savoring the strange sensation of her naked body rubbing against his skin.

“Mengnu, kiss me properly. You have to use some passion.”

“…Yes, Master.”

Yuan Kexin seemed to hesitate for a moment, probably unsure of what constituted a passionate kiss, and somewhat flusteredly pressed her lips against An Shaoting’s. A warm breath escaped from her slightly parted mouth, exciting An Shaoting immensely. He relentlessly responded to her lips, passionately kissing those intoxicating lips, while simultaneously pulling her body down onto the bed, pinning her beneath him, and his hands began to knead her breasts.

An Shaoting’s body slowly slid down, his lips moving from Yuan Kexin’s mouth across her chin, neck, and chest, then down to her breasts and nipples. He opened his mouth wide and took her breasts in, greedily sucking on them like a milker, then gently teasing her nipples with the tip of his tongue.

An Shaoting grew increasingly excited, licking and sucking on Yuan Kexin’s two breasts in turn, then kissing down from the center of her chest, close to her smooth skin, past her navel, across her abdomen, and into the thicket of her pubic hair.

An Shaoting spread Yuan Kexin's thighs apart with both hands, opening her private parts, and stretched out his tongue to kiss her genitals. This was the first time he had ever licked a woman's vulva with his tongue. His tongue touched a soft, moist, tender flesh, and the excitement in his heart was indescribable. An Shaoting used his hands to spread Yuan Kexin's labia even wider, inserting his tongue deeper into her forbidden territory, constantly stirring and licking inside, greedily exploring that wonderful forbidden place.

An Shaoting raised his head with satisfaction, watching the tender flesh inside her rosy vulva tremble with each contraction and relaxation, and couldn't help but lick it a few more times with his tongue. Then he got up, knelt between Yuan Kexin's thighs, quickly rubbed his penis a few times with his hand, stimulating it to its hardest point, and then slowly pressed it against her clitoris, preparing to penetrate inside.

He looked up and was surprised to see tears streaming down Yuan Kexin's face. He was bewildered, unsure why she was crying—was it excitement? Emotion? Or humiliation? He stood there stunned for a moment, his erection rubbing against her vulva, hesitant to thrust forward, and awkwardly asked, "Mengnu, what's wrong?"

"...Slave...no, Master won't punish slave...?"

Looking at Yuan Kexin's pitiful state, again bringing up punishment, An Shaoting felt she was both adorable and pitiful, yet also a little infuriating. He found it impossible to have a normal conversation with her now; she kept bringing up punishment like a fool, always making him think he would abuse her at any moment.

His heart softened, and he said gently, "Don't cry. I won't punish you."

"...Master..."

Yuan Kexin sobbed, but only cried harder.

An Shaoting felt a pang of guilt, but his erection was like a loaded bullet ready to fire; how could he give up without penetrating her? He asked again, "Mengnu, am I going in now?"

"Yes... Master... Nunu is not good... Please, Master..."

An Shaoting didn't wait for her to finish speaking. He thrust his hips forward, deeply penetrating Yuan Kexin's body. He placed his hands on her chest, wrapping them around her shoulders, and slowly pressed his mouth against her slightly open lips. Yuan Kexin obediently wrapped her arms around An Shaoting's neck, obediently opening her lips to let his tongue enter her mouth and swirl around.

As soon as An Shaoting's penis entered her warm vagina, it immediately swelled to its maximum. An indescribable feeling of comfort surged from his lower body, bathing his entire body in a warm, pleasant heat. He began to thrust into Yuan Kexin, one stroke at a time. His body pressed tightly against hers, lips pressed against lips, chest against chest, the extremely wonderful stimulation made him completely forget everything.

"Ah!"

He couldn't help but let out a groan of pleasure from the depths of his heart.

He slowed his thrusting, gently writhing his body, carefully savoring each movement and friction on his beloved girl's body, while his tongue swirled in her hot mouth, savoring the wonderful taste of her saliva. The pleasure intensified, his lower body swelled, and his blood surged throughout his body. He involuntarily quickened his pace, kissing Yuan Kexin's face and neck wildly, his arms tightly around her neck, his movements becoming larger and faster.

Aww! Aww! Aww! Aww!

His climax came quickly, his entire lower body straining, as if using all his strength to pursue that intoxicating, blissful feeling within Yuan Kexin's body.

Aww!!!

He completely let go, ejaculating a large amount of semen deep into Yuan Kexin's body, reaching the most intense climax of his life. For a long, long time, he lay motionless on top of Yuan Kexin, slowly waiting for the ecstasy to gradually cool.

Ah! This is what real sex is!

An Shaoting mentally replayed the unforgettable sexual climax, imagining himself forever possessing the beautiful and alluring Yuan Kexin, able to indulge himself however he pleased. His excitement was beyond words. He was

incredibly lucky—and all of this was thanks to his terrible sleepwalking disorder; it was utterly absurd.

An Shaoting sat up and found Yuan Kexin still silently sobbing. Her tears seemed to have dried, but the melancholy and confusion in her eyes hadn't faded. He knew it would take some time before Yuan Kexin could experience the pleasure of intercourse as easily and joyfully as he did. At least she needed to experience and appreciate his kindness, to stop fearing him, before she could truly relax and genuinely accept his caresses.

"Mengnu, how is it? Do you like it when we play like this?"

"Ah…yes…Master. As long as Master is happy, I will…"

An Shaoting could sense the insincerity in her words, but he was still quite pleased. He climbed off her and saw her getting up to clean him up. He pushed her back down onto the bed. Although he enjoyed her service, he planned to slowly rebuild Yuan Kexin's self-esteem. He believed she would eventually do these things for him willingly, not just out of fear of his tyranny. Only then would he achieve both spiritual and physical satisfaction.

Such a docile lover truly delighted An Shaoting. He couldn't imagine how he had initially tamed Yuan Kexin in his dreams; it must have been filled with violence and bloodshed. He might subtly pry into the details after Yuan Kexin had recovered, but the entire history would forever remain a mystery.

He put on his clothes one by one and said to Yuan Kexin, who was still lying on the bed, "Mengnu, let's go out for something to eat."

"Ah?...Yes. Master...Thank you, Master."

An Shaoting noticed that when she heard he was going to take her out to eat, her eyes suddenly lit up with a light, as if she were surprised and disbelieving, and there seemed to be a lot of fear and dread in them. She didn't dare to hesitate and immediately started picking up her panties and bra from the ground, looking at An Shaoting timidly. She still didn't seem to believe that An Shaoting's kind invitation to go out to eat could have any good intentions. Only after seeing An Shaoting's encouraging look did she slowly put on her clothes one by one.

Yuan Kexin opened the wardrobe and rummaged through her clothes somewhat blankly. She hesitated for a long time, not knowing what to wear. Finally, she turned to An Shaoting and asked in a trembling voice, "What...what clothes does Master want me to wear?"

Hearing her question, An Shaoting felt a very sweet feeling in his heart. It was like a wife asking her husband what to wear before going out, which made his vanity feel very satisfied.

“Ah, you…you can just wear whatever…uh, this one. The yellow one.”

An Shaoting didn’t care what she wore at all; he thought Yuan Kexin would look beautiful in anything. He had never thought about what a girl should wear, and such a question was difficult for someone who had never had a girlfriend to answer. But when he saw the yellow dress she wore when she first met him at the “Fenghua” supermarket and gave him oral sex, he immediately instructed her to wear this dress he was very familiar with. After saying that, he could still feel the satisfaction of displaying his authoritative status.

The girl obediently put the dress over her head and carefully buttoned it up one by one. When An Shaoting saw her dressed, he immediately recalled that first encounter at the supermarket, and his heart began to race again.

That encounter could be said to be a turning point in their relationship. Today, he was taking her out to eat again, which could be said to be another turning point in their relationship. Wearing this commemorative dress was just the right thing to do.

Yuan Kexin picked out white stockings and put them on her beautiful legs one by one. He then found matching orange high heels.

An Shaoting stared at Yuan Kexin, now dressed, his heart filled with emotion. Just a few weeks ago, he could never have imagined he would possess such a beautiful woman. Back then, he wouldn't have dared to even dream of it. He remembered the first time he saw Yuan Kexin unbutton the top two buttons of her dress; the mere glimpse of her breasts had instantly captivated him. Now, he could vividly picture every part of her alluring body beneath that dress.

Before they left, An Shaoting called to Yuan Kexin and said gently, "Um, Mengnu, from now on, when we're out, I'll call you Kexin, and you call me Shaoting. Don't call me 'Master' in front of others; it's not good if people hear. Remember?"

Yuan Kexin looked up at him blankly, then lowered her head again, replying, "Yes, Master."

An Shaoting knew that Yuan Kexin still couldn't fully believe his sincerity in saying he would no longer be rough with her, so it was necessary to take her to public places and let her be with him in a safe environment. Only in this way could she slowly forget his violent side. An Shaoting led Yuan Kexin to the street, letting her hold his arm like a lover. The pleasure in his heart was indescribable, and he even hummed a little tune to himself: "My lovely Mengnu, kiss me, kiss me, kiss me, our lovemaking is wonderful, please don't pretend you don't love me... I kiss you left and right, kiss you up and down, it turns out my Mengnu is not simple, I've thought and thought and guessed, Mengnu, your mind is really strange..."

He first took her to a rather high-end restaurant for dinner. Seeing her flustered and nervous appearance, he felt quite pleased with himself. Then he took her to the movie theater, and without caring whether she wanted to or not, he bought tickets and took her inside to watch the movie. In the movie theater, he just kept his arm around her shoulder, and didn't touch her inappropriately. Like a couple in their first love, he intentionally or unintentionally maintained a touch of reserve and shyness. After indulging in their romantic fantasies, he took her to the "Yuan Yuan" glutinous rice ball shop on the way back. Eating glutinous rice balls in this place that held great significance for both of them filled him with excitement and joy.

The only drawback was that Yuan Kexin barely spoke all evening. Not only did she not initiate any conversation, but she also gave very simple replies to An Shaoting's questions such as "Are you full?" or "Was the movie good?", and she always addressed him with the term "master" in her soft voice, making him extremely awkward. Fortunately, no one was around when she spoke, otherwise An Shaoting really wouldn't know what to do.

An Shaoting really wanted to accompany her on a stroll through the streets forever. But Yuan Kexin seemed increasingly impatient and anxious, making him feel that it was best not to go too far on the first day, since there would be plenty of opportunities later.

They returned to Yuan Kexin's door, and An Shaoting gently removed her hand from his arm so he could open the door. At this moment, he noticed a particularly uneasy and anxious expression on Yuan Kexin's face. Yuan Kexin opened the door with almost trembling hands, turned around, and looked at An Shaoting with a strange expression. Her eyes seemed to be filled with tears, and her lips trembled, but she couldn't speak.

An Shaoting understood that she must be particularly moved by his gentlemanly behavior tonight. She certainly hadn't expected that her once so tyrannical "master" could have such a gentle side, and she must be wondering why he had suddenly become so considerate and kind to her.

He smiled casually at her and said, "Mengnu, I had a very pleasant night. I'll often go shopping with you like this in the future, okay?"

"...Ah...what?"

Seeing Yuan Kexin's distraught appearance, An Shaoting continued, "I said I had a very pleasant night, do you also like it this way?"

"Ah...yes...yes...as long as master..."

The obvious fear in Yuan Kexin's eyes made An Shaoting find it difficult to understand. But then he suddenly understood why she was so terrified: the times he had been most violent towards her had been during sleepwalking at night. So now, as the time approached...

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