The Girl in My Dreams [Part 1]

Chapter 1

An Shaoting had wandered into the "Huafeng" supermarket for the third time this week. But he hadn't seen that girl again—not even one who looked similar. He was starting to believe that the girl he saw that day might have just been his imagination. Otherwise, why would that face flash by so quickly, and he never see it again?

Lately, a face resembling that girl frequently appeared in his dreams. He couldn't tell whether he dreamed of a woman who looked like that girl first, or whether he saw the girl first and then started dreaming of her. Each time he woke up, he didn't remember what happened to the girl in his dream or what she did. He only vaguely remembered that she seemed very haggard and melancholy, sometimes even appearing to be in great pain, which always made An Shaoting feel uneasy and anxious.

He believed that the person in his dreams must be someone he knew or had seen before—perhaps in a movie or TV series, or of course, possibly a girl he had seen on the street—he often stared at various beautiful women on the street.

He was twenty-five years old and had never even had a proper girlfriend. He was genuinely worried that the hectic, stressful job of a software programmer would age him prematurely. Ah, how wonderful it would be to have a girlfriend! He didn't crave a stunningly beautiful one. He'd be content as long as a girl he longed to see was waiting for him after work each day, someone to share intimate words with, easing his physical and mental exhaustion. Of course, if things could go further…

but such a girl had never existed in his life. After work, he either spent his time fantasizing about beautiful women on the street or browsing pornographic websites to pass the time—lately, he'd been going too often. He'd tried several times to curb his desires, but to no avail. If he had a girlfriend, he wouldn't be going to these places so frequently.

A familiar tune drifted from the shop, making An Shaoting hum along: "Hey girl across the street, look over here, look over here, look over here, the performance here is amazing, please don't pretend to ignore me... I look left and right, up and down, and it turns out every girl is something else. I've thought and thought and guessed, girls' minds are really strange..."

While humming Richie Jen's pop song in his mind, An Shaoting looked every young woman in the shop up and down, fantasizing about each pretty girl.

He didn't buy anything, wandering around the shop for almost half an hour before turning around the toothpaste shelf and preparing to head back. He knew that wandering around here was a waste of time; even if he saw that girl, what then? Would he dare to approach her and try to strike up a conversation?

He had tried saying to a stranger on the street, "I feel like I've seen you somewhere before, are you called xxxx?", and he had even deliberately let a girl bump into him and then say, "Sorry, sorry. Ah... you're so beautiful." Besides being given the cold shoulder, he'd even been verbally abused.

If he were to actually bump into the girl of his dreams here and say, "I've dreamt of you so many times," wouldn't that be incredibly romantic? He'd probably get a real tongue-lashing back.

But he always had this strange feeling. That day, he'd caught a glimpse of that face at the other end of the shelf, but after going around, he couldn't find her anywhere. He couldn't remember why he'd felt that sense of déjà vu when he saw that face, but afterwards, he was truly infatuated with her.

His frequent visits here, searching for her, had actually reduced his trips to the YuanYuan website. He had plenty of time to waste anyway. Maybe it was just his imagination. An Shaoting walked somewhat dejectedly towards the entrance of "HuaFeng," preparing to go home—rather than waste any more time here, he'd rather read some exciting novels online.

Suddenly, he froze—a girl in a yellow sleeveless dress was gracefully walking towards him from the other side.

Ah! He immediately recognized the girl as the one he had been searching for, the girl of his dreams—not only did they look alike, but even the haggard look on her face was remarkably similar.

Yes! That haggard, fragile expression! Absolutely identical.

So there really was such a girl—the girl of his dreams. How wonderful it would be if she could be his girlfriend.

His heart suddenly raced, his palms began to sweat, and his mouth, dry and parched, wouldn't close. Watching the girl's graceful figure approach, he suddenly deflated. Sigh! Forget it. Impossible! She's too beautiful. I should just give up this idea. I'll just keep her as my dream girl, and keep the beautiful memory in my heart.

An Shaoting guiltily suppressed his absurd fantasies, admonishing himself not to be so forward with this beauty—such a beautiful dream girl—as he would with any other girl. His humble heart immediately extinguished all courage he had to rush forward and try to get close to her.

Just then, the girl's gaze also turned to him.

He immediately turned his head awkwardly to avoid being seen peeking. When he secretly turned his head again, pretending to be nonchalant, he saw the girl suddenly turn between two rows of shelves and walk away quickly.

He was very puzzled. He was almost certain that the girl had seen him; her movements were as if she was deliberately avoiding someone—he looked back, and he was the only one there. Was she avoiding him, An Shaoting?

That was impossible. They should be strangers; why would she avoid him? He was certain they didn't know each other. Among the few girls he knew, none were as pretty as her.

An Shaoting didn't have time to think further and immediately walked over quickly. When he reached the two shelves, he saw her turning right from the other end. He suddenly realized that now he had a reason to get information out of her—he could ask her why she was avoiding him! Yes! That was a good idea. His heart suddenly started racing again.

He stopped chasing after the girl and instead went around to the other end of the aisle. He had calculated that he would run into her from behind the aisle against the wall. His calculations were precise—the girl, who was hurrying forward while glancing back, was rushing towards him in this narrow aisle—they were bound to meet face to face.

"Ah!"

The girl cried out in fright when she saw him blocking her way, and quickly lowered her head, stopping as if resigned to her fate.

An Shaoting was really puzzled. She seemed very afraid of him—it wasn't like she had encountered a creditor, so why was she so afraid to see him? Overwhelmed by curiosity and the instinctive impulse of youth, An Shaoting finally mustered the courage to ask, his voice trembling and somewhat stammering, "Hey, why...you seem...to be avoiding me? Is that it?"

"Ah...no...no...I...I just bought some...I'm...I'm sorry..."

"Ah?..."

The girl stammered and whispered her explanation, her expression clearly showing fright and fear, leaving An Shaoting unexpectedly at a loss for words.

"I...please...I really didn't see you...please..."

An Shaoting was truly bewildered. He couldn't believe that his dream girl not only apologized to him but also begged him, as if she owed him something.

"Hey, you're begging me?...What are you begging me for?" "Ah...I'm sorry...please don't...there are people here..." "..."

The girl in front of him was almost crying, her voice growing softer and softer, making An Shaoting even more confused.

The girl lowered her head, not daring to look at him. Long black hair cascaded over her shoulders, her beautiful eyelashes fluttered beneath her delicate eyebrows, and her nimble nose seemed to twitch slightly.

She was so beautiful. This was the first time An Shaoting had ever been so close to such a beautiful girl, and his excitement was indescribable—Ah! She was talking to me! She was begging me!

An Shaoting couldn't believe his good fortune.

He looked around; the row of shelves was empty. He then asked, "Hey, is nobody here?" "Ah…no…please…this place…it could…ah!"

The girl's eyes were filled with tears as she pleaded softly and haltingly.

Suddenly, to An Shaoting's utter surprise, the girl began to slowly unbutton the top button of her dress with trembling hands, and then…

ah?!

An Shaoting gasped. He was truly stunned—he never imagined such a beautiful stranger would be in front of him…ah! My God! He could already see her snow-white breasts…her white bra…

The intense stimulation made An Shaoting dizzy—his rapid heartbeat almost suffocated him.

He couldn't believe his eyes—his dream girl was right in front of him… Was he dreaming? He felt breathless.

How could this be? This was too…

Suddenly, a metallic sound came from behind the girl—the elevator doors a few steps behind her slowly opened, but the elevator was empty.

The sound of the elevator startled them both.

The girl quickly clutched her collar, which had been unbuttoned by two buttons, and turned around in a panic.

Seeing that no one was inside, they both breathed a sigh of relief.

An Shaoting looked at the beautiful girl's shy expression as she clutched her chest, and a surge of heat rose through his body. He stared speechlessly at his dream girl, his mind a complete blank, unsure how to face this unexpected scene that he could never have imagined.

Suddenly, the girl grabbed his hand, turned around, and pulled him quickly backward, pleading in a low voice, "Ah...please come with me...please..."

An Shaoting felt a smooth, damp hand grasp his, and his heart pounded even faster. Before he could even think, she had pulled him into the empty elevator in a few steps.

As soon as they entered, the automatic doors slowly closed.

The girl stared at the buttons on the side of the door for a moment, then quickly found the one she was looking for and pressed it hard with her finger.

An Shaoting suddenly realized that she had pressed the emergency stop button—meaning that the people outside could no longer easily open the elevator doors.

An Shaoting snapped out of his shock—a chill ran down his spine.

Huh?! What was she going to do? Why was she trapping him in this cramped elevator? Was she trying to harm him? A feeling of being tricked jolted him awake.

He looked at the girl in fear, his heart clenching, unsure how to react. He turned to look at the narrow elevator, a nameless fear sending chills down his spine. He stammered, his tone stiff and serious, "Hey, what are you doing?"

The girl still didn't look him in the eye, lowering her already slightly bowed head even further. "...Please...please...I...I'll do it for you here, okay?...Please..."

the girl said timidly, then suddenly knelt before An Shaoting, yanked open his belt, and quickly began to pull down his pants.

An Shaoting panicked even more, trying to dodge the girl's hands, but his tense, stiff body wouldn't move an inch.

"Hey?...Hey!?...What are you doing...?"

Ignoring his protests, the girl pulled down his underwear, still pleading in a trembling voice, "You...please...I'll do it for you...please...I'll do it for you here, okay?...Please...Ouch..."

Suddenly, the girl forcefully took An Shaoting's penis into her mouth, silencing her continuous pleas.

Everything happened so fast that An Shaoting had no time to think—even if he had, he wouldn't know how to think—he was completely stunned—such a beautiful girl, kneeling before him so willingly, taking his penis into her mouth—was this a dream? It must be a dream.

She didn't even know him!

His penis was gently sucked by a warm mouth, and a soft tongue immediately began to lick his glans rapidly—the intense stimulation instantly made his penis, which had just shrunk in fear, swell to its maximum.

My God! It's so stimulating! An Shaoting let out deep breaths.

This was simply impossible—it felt like a dream. But An Shaoting knew it wasn't a dream—his mind was clear, and the stimulation from his lower body was so intense and real.

He never imagined he would experience here what he had always dreamed of but never dared to dream of before—a blowjob—and by such a beautiful and alluring girl—no, his dream girl—so willingly taking it into her mouth—and licking it so stimulatingly… He was completely lost in waves of pleasure, not knowing what to say or do, and could only stand there dumbly in the elevator, letting her suck and blow on his penis.

He no longer worried that the girl might have some ulterior motive for locking them in this elevator—if the girl wanted him to die now, he would do it without hesitation. But… what was going on?

An Shaoting decided to ignore everything—let her do whatever she wanted—even if it was a dream, he wanted to finish this stimulating and glamorous dream.

The girl knelt on the elevator floor, her yellow dress covering her legs, only revealing her beautiful calves in white stockings and orange high heels. She hugged his thighs with both hands, her head buried between his legs, moving incessantly.

The girl's nimble tongue continuously stimulated his penis, while she tightened her lips around his shaft, swaying her head back and forth—her beautiful hair fluttering lightly with each movement. An Shaoting was completely lost in this unimaginable pleasure—the girl continued to skillfully tease and stimulate his penis with her tongue, waves of pleasure swirling and leaping within him. The stimulation his genitals received from the girl's mouth grew stronger and stronger, almost making him lose his balance. He staggered back a step, his body leaning against the elevator wall.

The girl's mouth followed, still tightly enveloping his penis, her knees also shifting forward.

He gripped the elevator handrails tightly, biting his lip. The girl's mouth movements became faster and more intense, soon bringing him to the climax of ejaculation. He couldn't imagine that he was about to ejaculate his filthy semen into the mouth of such a beautiful and pure girl, but he also didn't want to leave her mouth now and lose such a wonderful and blissful experience.

He nervously glanced down at his crotch—and saw her head moving violently, as if she knew he was about to climax, and she began to increase her speed, as if she wanted him to ejaculate in her mouth.

He couldn't hold back any longer.

Ah!!! Ah! Ah! Ah!

Hot semen shot into the girl's mouth. One, two, three…

The girl seemed to have been prepared for his ejaculation, swallowing mouthful after mouthful of semen, while continuing to stimulate his penis with her lips, sucking it hard.

There was so much semen that it flowed down her penis and out of her mouth.

To An Shaoting's complete surprise, the girl actually scooped up the white semen from his penis with her hand and fed it back into her mouth during the intervals between his thrusts. An Shaoting was completely immersed in the extreme comfort of his orgasm, and his mind was no longer able to think about how such a strange encounter could have happened. It felt so good. The stimulation on his penis didn't end after he ejaculated—the girl continued to gently suck on his shaft, slowly manipulating it in her mouth. Finally, the girl carefully licked his penis clean, then pulled up his underwear and pulled up his trousers.

Just then, there were a couple of thuds outside the elevator, followed by the sound of metal clashing together. They were both startled. It seemed that they had discovered the elevator was out of service and were sending someone to check and repair it.

An Shaoting quickly took the trousers and hurriedly fastened his belt. The girl also quickly stood up and fastened the buttons on her skirt that she had just unbuttoned.

At the same time, the elevator doors slowly opened. Three workers outside stared at them in astonishment. The girl, extremely flustered, patted her skirt, her face flushed, and hurried away from them, head down. An Shaoting, equally flustered and unsure what to do, hesitated for a moment before quickly chasing after her. The girl was nowhere to be seen.

Chapter Two

An Shaoting had been wandering around the "Huafeng" supermarket for half an hour. This was the fourth time he had 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 on the street.

An Shaoting constantly wondered if his romantic encounter with the girl of his dreams in the "Huafeng" elevator that day was just a dream. But it had all truly 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 have been a dream. And he could still feel the burning sensation of that girl's mouth on his penis—a feeling that was both dreamlike and undeniably etched into his being.

He had pondered this countless times over the past few days, but couldn't make heads or tails of it.

He desperately wanted to see the girl from his dreams again. That girl was definitely not a prostitute. An Shaoting was quite certain of this. Not only did she not mention any money, but she also seemed quite afraid of him. She was definitely not a prostitute. The thought that she was a prostitute was utterly unbearable for An Shaoting—how could such a beautiful dream lover be a prostitute?

Then…could it really be like in the 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 it 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, who didn't even know him, would avoid him upon seeing him, constantly apologize and beg him, and then even play the trumpet for him.

But An Shaoting didn't really believe in this. He knew it was impossible. He had never been the kind of person who believed in ghosts and spirits. It was the 21st century; who would actually believe in that?

There was only one explanation—a possibility An Shaoting was very unwilling to believe—that the girl had mistaken him for someone else. Someone who looked very similar to An Shaoting had once been this girl's… No way. An Shaoting firmly believed it was impossible. He really didn't want to believe that his dream girl was playing the trumpet for him because she had mistaken him for someone else—that would mean his dream girl would do the same thing for another man—he didn't believe it could be like that.

People can look alike, and their figures can be the same, 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 a very stable family background since childhood. Their parents would never separate twin brothers.

An Shaoting walked aimlessly along the street, his mind still searching for the most likely and reasonable explanation for this strange encounter.

Perhaps, it was someone's prank? Yes! Why not? What if the girl hadn't lost a bet? But—if that were the case, there would definitely be her companions watching nearby—there was indeed no one around at the time. Could it be those people who appeared outside the elevator later? It didn't seem like it. No way. An Shaoting rejected that 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 face to face. This was truly an extremely absurd thing. He had just unwittingly accepted oral sex from a beautiful girl, and he didn't understand anything about it.

He had wanted to write his personal experience into an account of his strange adventure 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 this extraordinary encounter with the girl from his dream, 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 presence 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 very afraid of seeing him. She seemed to be begging him not to do anything in that public place—what could she do? She seemed to be reluctantly starting to unbutton her skirt—was it to expose herself? He couldn't imagine. Could this really happen in real life? Could a man who looked so much like him force her to expose herself in public?

He had read many erotic novels on Yuanyuan websites about girlfriends exposing themselves. But he always thought those were just incredibly boring sexual fantasies of 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 refused to believe that such a person existed in real life—unless that person was truly insane—or extremely perverted—only some extremely lewd Japanese people would do such a thing.

The alluring sight of the girl's breasts revealed when she unbuttoned her skirt in his dream floated back into An Shaoting's mind. But—besides public exposure, what else would that girl rather do than give him a blowjob 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: "Dream girl, 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, right, up, down, and it turns out the dream girl 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 it was almost dark, and the number of pedestrians on the street was decreasing.

"Yuanyuan" Yuanxiao (sweet rice ball) shop was one of his favorite places. Perhaps it was because the name "Yuanyuan" happened to be the same as the Yuanyuan website? Apart from a brightly lit jewelry store nearby, this Yuanxiao shop was the only one still brightly lit. He knew most of the snack shops in this area were at the other end of the street; this was the only one on this side.

It was dinnertime now; would she come out to eat?

An Shaoting kept pondering the possible habits of the girl in his dream. He decided to check out the Yuanxiao shop first, then wait at the other end of the street where there were many snack shops. He walked straight towards the "Yuanyuan" shop. From inside came the familiar voice of the proprietress saying goodbye to a customer: "Miss, welcome back again."

Then, a delicate 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 that the voice of the girl from his dreams, whom he had been thinking about day and night? This simple thank you and goodbye sent an incredibly strong shock through An Shaoting—his blood almost boiled.

He quickly stepped forward and saw a beautiful girl coming out of the shop. A light red jacket draped over her upper body, highlighting the lines of her beautiful chest. Tight black leggings clung to her thighs, sculpting her graceful legs and hips.

Her large, bright eyes shot towards him at that moment.

Ah! This was none other than the girl of his dreams, the one he

had longed for day and night. The moment the girl saw him, she 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 beyond measure. All the words he had prepared were stuck in his throat, unable to escape his lips. He could only stare blankly into her lowered eyes, too afraid to move an inch.

Her face was deathly pale with shock.

A few seconds later, she seemed to recover slightly from the shock, a few blushes immediately appearing on her cheeks. She immediately lowered her head, unable to look him in the eye, her lips trembling, and she managed to squeeze out a barely audible word through clenched teeth: "Master…"

What?! An Shaoting was stunned again. He couldn't believe that the girl of his dreams would call him that.

"What? I can't hear what you're saying... What did you call me?"

The girl almost sobbed as she repeated in a low voice, "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 couldn't be. Absolutely not!

He instinctively raised his voice, saying to the girl, "Hey, could you speak louder? I can't hear you." "Ah... Master... Please don't... here..."

The girl's voice wasn't much louder than before. But An Shaoting focused all his attention on listening to every word she said, and now he heard it clearly; 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. Good

heavens! There must be a man who looks remarkably like him who has used some cruel means to control the girl's soul—the soul of the girl in An Shaoting's dreams, the girl he longs for to be his lover.

What should he do?

Just as he was wondering how to respond to the girl, she continued 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 An Shaoting's heart deeply.

"Hey...then...you..." An Shaoting couldn't speak. He stammered, unsure of what to say to both comfort the girl and break the deadlock. He now knew that the girl had mistaken him for someone else. But—how could he explain this misunderstanding to her?

She didn't dare 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 looking for her for many days, and...

good heavens! She actually called him "master"? And called herself "slave"? This didn't mean—didn't it mean that the person she mistook for him actually thought of 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 brutality on the Yuan Yuan website.

He suddenly understood why she wanted to avoid him. He understood why she so readily offered him oral sex. He understood why she repeatedly begged him to spare her—there was only one explanation—she was afraid of the cruel torture inflicted by that brutal "master."

This was the possibility he couldn't 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 her pitiful pleas, tears welling in her eyes: "...Master...please...not here...I beg you. As long as it's not here...in my room, I'll do anything..."

The girl's repeated use of "slave" and "slave" spoke with such sincerity that it couldn't possibly be feigned.

But An Shaoting still couldn't believe that women forced into sexual slavery by men truly existed in real life. He had always thought that all the sex slave training and similar things on Yuanyuan websites were the perverted sexual fantasies of some twisted men; it was absolutely impossible to enslave an independent person with brutal methods in a society governed by law. But this living, breathing girl who called herself "slave" forced him to believe that there were still 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 dare to call the police for help?

Good heavens! A sex slave? What would this man make this beautiful and innocent girl do? She actually 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 not only could he make this beautiful girl give him a blowjob again, just like that day, but he could also play with her at will and 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" such a 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 someone in distress were extremely obscene, filthy, and selfish. How could he treat such a pure and innocent girl as a sex slave like that perverted man? But just thinking about the eye-catching and exciting word "sex slave" made An Shaoting's heart pound wildly.

Once the lid of the magic bottle in his heart 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 calmly, "Alright...we'll go to your room now."

A strange, complex expression crossed the girl's face—a mixture of relief, fear, and disappointment at being forced to go to her room. She whispered in a gentle, trembling voice, "Thank you, Master."

After saying that, 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 psychological state of tension, excitement, unease, confusion, agitation, guilt, and even a sense of guilt. An Shaoting could feel his blood boiling. Such a well-behaved and docile girl—was he about to be manipulated and played with at will? Good heavens! This was too much…

An Shaoting's feelings were extremely complicated. He felt that his current behavior was simply taking advantage of her—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 truth? But the temptation was too strong; her slender figure, graceful lines, charming shyness, and docile obedience—everything strongly stimulated An Shaoting's mind.

Apart from the hasty oral sex this girl had given him last time, An Shaoting had never had any real sexual experience with any woman. How could he bear to let go of such a good opportunity? An Shaoting's heart was pounding like a drum. He couldn't believe he could be even luckier than that elevator encounter. He'd always thought that kind of experience was a once-in-a-lifetime wonder, and there couldn't be anything 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? Could there be such a good thing? 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? That's too much trouble. 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 alone, he wouldn't even need to ask; he'd willingly fall into any trap. Besides, this girl had actually given him a blowjob last time—it was real!

He was determined. Even if there were mountains of knives, seas of fire, and a minefield ahead, he'd brave it. But he was starting to worry that things wouldn't be as simple as he'd initially thought. Could there really be such a good thing—being given a sex slave for free?

His anxiety grew.

The girl silently led him to a four-story apartment building he'd 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 seemed amiss.

The girl opened the door, turned on the light, and silently went inside.

An Shaoting's heart pounded in his chest, his clenched palms sweating. He mustered his courage and cautiously stepped into the room.

Chapter 3

An Shaoting stepped into the girl's room, and to his surprise, nothing happened. However, his alertness didn't immediately subside. He stood two steps from the door, his eyes quickly scanning the entire room.

It was a typical single-room 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 closed window, beneath which sat a small table neatly arranged with some books and common stationery. A typical studio apartment; aside from its cleanliness and the pleasant fragrance in the air, An Shaoting couldn't sense anything particularly special—in fact, he had a strange sense of déjà vu.

An Shaoting surveyed the entire room; it seemed truly empty. His pounding heart finally calmed slightly, but he still couldn't completely relax.

The girl closed and locked the door behind him, then immediately turned to face him and began hastily removing her outer clothes and trousers, revealing her beautiful skin—a beautiful naked girl in only a bra and panties.

An Shaoting gasped in shock at the sight of such a beautiful body. 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 couldn't compare to the living, innocent, 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, "Welcome, 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 panties, slightly raised, her back covered in bruises, seemingly from whipping. 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, yet it was all too unbelievable.

An Shaoting's mind went completely blank. He had no idea how to handle this sudden situation—how could he act without giving himself away when faced with a half-naked girl who called herself "Slave"? He desperately tried to recall the various sadistic 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 sadistic work on the Yuanyuan website? The sadistic category in that library seemed to have nearly twenty pages of archives—probably the most extensive category of all.

An Shaoting preferred erotic novels with themes of spring and school life, and deep down, he was disgusted by the use of violence and sadomasochism against women. But those innocent stories he loved were now of no help to him. How could he act normally without her noticing? How could he appear as a ruthless "master"? He had never even considered this kind of role before; being forced to play it now was truly difficult.

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 one mistake, everything would be ruined. Not only would this girl no longer allow him to take advantage of her, but it might also attract the attention of the real "master," and then...

Oh my god! He suddenly realized this, and the fear in his heart made his heart leap again. If that man found out that he was taking advantage of his sex slave here, wouldn't they... they might do anything... Now that he, An Shaoting, already 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 restroom, then went to the window, lifted the sash, 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 is great! If that man suddenly comes, he can escape through this window. He tried to pull up the latch on the window to make it easier to escape, but found that the latch was broken. This is perfect; the environment is too advantageous. With such a convenient escape route, he can handle any unexpected situation.

The girl remained motionless on the ground. An Shaoting felt slightly relieved and walked to the small bed behind the girl's buttocks, sitting down. He began to greedily look at the girl lying face down on the ground, wearing only a pair of panties and a bra, his heart pounding with nervous excitement.

This is truly a dream come true! It's even more insane than the wildest dream. He now wanted nothing more than to pounce on her and hold her delicate body in his arms. But he tried hard 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 her body, facing An Shaoting, still in her previous position.

An Shaoting gave the order again: "Stand up."

The girl obediently got up, 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 her snow-white legs also seemed to have some inappropriate bruises.

An Shaoting stared blankly at the beautiful, half-naked woman before him, his penis rapidly swelling in his pants. That day in the supermarket, he had only seen a small part of the upper part of her breasts, and that had already made his blood boil. And now… God! She was so beautiful.

An Shaoting was satisfied with the way the girl kept her head down—he preferred she didn't stare at him. Although the lighting wasn't very bright, she would inevitably notice something amiss if she stared at him for too long. Fortunately, the girl had already decided he was her "master," and she didn't dare look directly at this imposter.

"Take off everything."

An Shaoting nervously held his breath—would she obey and undress completely? Had she ever undressed before? Since she was a sex slave, even performing oral sex, it shouldn't be a problem, right? If she did as he was told, wouldn't he be about to see 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, obediently putting her hands behind her back to unhook her bra without hesitation, her shoulders tensing and shaking, then pulling the loosened bra down from her arms.

An Shaoting was so excited 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. Between the two triangular bra marks were two tight, rounded breasts, with the nipples protruding like ripe mulberries, creating an extremely provocative and sensual scene. Before

An Shaoting could even savor this arousing naked sight, the girl bent over, pulled down her remaining panties, shook her legs a couple of times, and kicked them aside.

Then she stood up straight again, her hands still by 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 probably wouldn't be able to resist such a stimulating sight.

He didn't care about anything else and 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—the soft breast. Ah! So this is what it feels like to pinch a woman's breast. An Shaoting wholeheartedly experienced the breasts of this woman he had never had the chance to touch before, carefully feeling the charming, smooth flesh through the touch of his fingers.

The girl stood obediently in front of him, letting him pinch and touch her, her body trembling involuntarily under his touch, her breasts now even more erect.

After pinching one breast, An Shaoting was no longer reserved, and then his other hand pinched the girl's other breast, his fingers sliding outwards, both palms, already sweaty, gently pressing against the tip of her nipple at the same time, making her unable to help but let out a groan.

"Ah..."

An Shaoting could hardly believe it—he was now sitting on this girl's fragrant bed, freely caressing the body of the girl he had dreamed of making his lover just half an hour ago. Even in his dreams, he could never have imagined such a beautiful dream! But now it had all become reality, and reality was even more beautiful than his boldest dreams.

His left hand lingered on her breasts, while his other hand began to trace down her smooth abdomen.

He was so excited he almost cried out.

His hand slid to her pubic hair, and as he moved downwards, he touched more pubic hair. Then, he slowly slid his index finger into the crevice beneath the pubic hair, ah! He had touched the woman's most intimate part—her vagina!

An Shaoting knew quite a bit about the structure of female genitalia; there were countless close-up photos of female genitalia online. But now, touching such a real vagina, the excitement in his heart was indescribable. How could viewing vaginas in photos and videos compare to the feeling of touching them with his own hands!

His fingers touched two moist, swollen labia, and with a little pressure, they squeezed into the even wetter, tender flesh between her labia. Ah! An Shaoting felt a surge of excitement; he knew he had touched the girl's labia.

Suddenly, he remembered countless novels mentioning that a woman's vagina would become wet during arousal. So, this girl had already been aroused by his touch?

He was thrilled by this discovery. He began to recall the scenes often described in novels on the Yuanyuan website where women were aroused by men's touch, and now it seemed there was some truth to it.

Thinking of this, he suddenly realized he could use this question to "torture" this "slave." Yes! Wasn't this exactly the scene described in many savage novels? Forcing a woman to admit her lewdness, making her feel ashamed of her body's lewd reactions.

An Shaoting asked mockingly, "Slave, are you wet down there?"

"Yes, Master."

The girl's obedient admission left An Shaoting feeling rather bored. He had expected her to deny it out of shame, allowing him to show her his wet fingers and force her to admit it.

"Why are you wet?"

"Because when Master plays with me, I get wet."

Although the girl's answer was provocative, it wasn't the "because I'm lewd" or anything like that An Shaoting had imagined. An Shaoting pressed further: "Are you a very lewd woman?"

"Yes, Master."

The conversation with the girl wasn't very stimulating, leaving An Shaoting somewhat disappointed. The girl obediently admitted to everything; what was the point of asking her more? Moreover, her submissive demeanor stirred his pity, and he couldn't bear to further humiliate her. His attention returned to his fingers groping her body, savoring every subtle sensation as they touched her alluring flesh.

He wanted to keep touching her like this forever. It was so stimulating; he could never get enough of it. However, he also knew he couldn't just keep touching her like this. What master only touches his sex slave with his hands?

His desire had already reached its peak, and it was time to get real. But he hesitated about the next step. After all, he had never had real sexual experience, and he wasn't even sure how to insert his penis into this vagina. He'd just have to take it

one step at a time. An Shaoting quickly unbuttoned his white shirt, threw it off on the bed, revealing his fairly muscular chest. He was about to take off his pants himself when he suddenly remembered why not let this "slave girl" serve him?

He felt smug, leaned back on the bed with his hands, and commanded the girl standing in front of him, "Help me take off my pants."

The girl seemed a little surprised as she looked at his body, but dared not delay, and immediately began to unbuckle his belt and take off his pants as he instructed. He watched the girl serve him with even more smugness, immediately exposing his erect penis to her.

After the girl bent down and took off his pants, without waiting for his command, she silently stroked his penis with her hand, and then took the initiative to bring her lips to his glans, gently kissing it. The intense stimulation from the girl's lips rubbing against his penis was like an electric current, coursing through his body and almost making him groan. Then, a suction force pulled his penis in, her mouth tightly enveloping it.

Ah! ...

He gasped deeply, sitting on the bed, comfortably enjoying the girl's second oral service.

An Shaoting thought this was perfect; letting her perform oral sex on him again would prevent him from making any mistakes due to guesswork. Seeing her offer oral sex twice, he guessed her real "master" probably made her do it often. Besides, the feeling of the girl's mouth on his penis was simply wonderful.

This time, he wasn't as helpless as he had been in the elevator. Now, he could not only fully appreciate the feeling of his penis being enveloped in her warm, comfortable mouth, but also clearly watch the wonderful scene of his penis going in and out of her mouth.

He was completely intoxicated.

Suddenly, the girl increased the speed of her mouth, stimulating him to scream.

"Ah!"

The girl immediately spat out the penis from her mouth, lowering her head in fear and whispering urgently, "Ah! I'm sorry! Master."

The penis left her mouth, a trickle of saliva slowly flowing down its shaft. The sudden, intense pleasure vanished abruptly, leaving An Shaoting somewhat displeased. Hearing the girl's words, he instinctively asked, "What are you sorry for?" "Ah... I'm sorry... I was too hasty... Please punish me, Master."

The girl spoke in a fearful tone as she slowly knelt on the ground.

Looking at the shy girl's exposed, delicate skin, An Shaoting couldn't bear to punish such a tender body. However, suddenly, he remembered his identity as "Master," and he immediately swallowed back the words he was about to utter, "I won't punish you." He could imagine that the real "Master" would punish her very severely. Otherwise, how could he have trained her to be so obedient? Wasn't it through many harsh punishments that she had been trained to be like this?

A sudden surge of intense jealousy and hatred welled up within him towards his "master." Who could be so cruel as to train such a pure, innocent, and delicate girl into a slave for him to vent his perverse sexual desires? This girl was his, An Shaoting's, dream girl!

Even a slight delay in her oral sex was punishing her—did this man have no humanity? He couldn't imagine the physical and mental torment she had endured during that barbaric man's training.

An Shaoting felt boundless sympathy for the girl kneeling before him. A surge of warmth welled up within him; he desperately wanted to tell her he wasn't her "master," to encourage her to muster her courage, to stand up bravely, and not to compromise with the man who abused her any longer. He, An Shaoting, would stand up for her, risking everything to help her, and would surely liberate her from her painful enslavement. But, oh God! Such exquisite oral sex, her body so obediently surrendered to his caresses—he simply couldn't resist the immense sexual temptation. At least for now, he longed to possess this beautiful body he'd never even dared to dream of. Moreover, this was An Shaoting's first time having the opportunity to play with a woman's naked body. He was far from finished; how could he possibly reveal the truth now?

He should continue playing the role of "master." He thought to himself, tormented by this, while pondering how to best continue playing this role.

Chapter Four

An Shaoting began to hate the role he was playing. He truly couldn't understand why anyone would enjoy abusing a woman. Did it really increase sexual stimulation? Perhaps trying it would reveal feelings he'd never known before? But he still couldn't bear to defile this beautiful girl he considered his dream girl. Besides, how did a real master usually administer such punishments?

He suddenly thought of a way: he could try letting the girl choose the punishment herself. This would reduce the chances of mistakes and avoid overly cruel punishments; the girl could surely choose a less severe method.

He asked the girl in a cold voice, "So how do you want me to punish you?"

"Ah... this servant will obey whatever punishment you ask, master."

He hadn't expected the girl to be so docile.

"Alright then. Since you've admitted your mistake, I'll let you choose your own punishment."

"Ah... master... this servant thanks master... then... please... whip this servant."

What?! Whipping? Good heavens!

An Shaoting still hadn't expected whipping right off the bat. And it seemed this girl was even grateful for being able to choose her punishment.

What to do...

Before he could answer, the girl had already climbed down, then dragged a small box from under the bed, opened it, and actually took out a dark whip made of some unknown material, about the thickness of a finger, and tremblingly knelt down, handing it to him.

An Shaoting was shocked. Such a thick whip, what would happen if it hit her? No wonder she had so many bruises on her body; it really was from this whip.

The girl didn't look at An Shaoting's expression. She bent down again and took out several sets of handcuffs and similar items with chains from the box. After closing the box, she straightened up and threw a key onto the table in front of the bed. Then she began to cuff two handcuffs to the iron frame at one end of the small bed, and then went around to the other end of the bed and cuffed the other two handcuffs.

Without saying a word, the girl climbed onto the bed from the foot of the bed behind An Shaoting, cuffed her two ankles one by one, straightened her body, and stuffed a red ball threaded with a rope into her mouth with her hand, then put the rope of the ball behind her head.

An Shaoting was truly stunned when he saw the girl's current appearance.

This gag wasn't entirely unfamiliar to him. He often saw photos of women being bound and gagged online. But seeing it with his own eyes still shocked him deeply. Seeing this thing in the mouth of the girl he loved made his body cramp up with discomfort.

The girl bent over and leaned towards the headboard, first handcuffing her left hand with her right, then picking up the last handcuff with her right hand and struggling to slip it onto her wrist. After several attempts, she finally fastened the handcuffs.

An Shaoting stood up from the bed, staring blankly at the girl lying face down on the bed, her limbs handcuffed and her mouth gagged, only able to utter muffled moans, awaiting his torture with pain and fear. How could he bear to whip such a delicate body? The flesh he had just caressed still bore the marks of the previous whipping.

An Shaoting's mind went blank.

How could he bring himself to harm the girl he so admired? What should he do now? He never imagined he would be forced into such a cruel corner. He gripped the whip, made of some unknown material, looking at the girl lying on the bed, unable to bring himself to do it.

He knew that if his personality differed too much from that of his "master," the girl would quickly notice. What if he found out? She would definitely make him untie her. And then? Would she tell him to get lost? How would she react if a stranger, mistaking her for someone else, saw her in such a wretched state? It was too hard to predict. An Shaoting dared not take the risk. It could really be life-threatening!

An Shaoting steeled his resolve. He thought there was really no other way; the girl wouldn't blame him later.

He gritted his teeth, raised the whip, and lashed it across the girl's back where there were no visible marks.

*Crack!* A crisp crack of the whip.

"Ugh..."

A muffled groan escaped the girl's gagged mouth.

The whip felt like it had struck him; a chill ran through An Shaoting's body.

A long, red welt remained on the girl's back, a sight that pained An Shaoting to the core. It was too agonizing. He couldn't imagine how anyone could be interested in such cruelty; there was no pleasure to be found, let alone any enjoyment. But he had no choice. He could only grit his teeth and lash her again.

An Shaoting didn't know if his strength was great or small, nor did he care to ponder such details. He only wanted to deliver a few more lashes to quickly end this excruciating torture that was causing them both immense pain. He lashed out several times in quick succession, but the force waned with each lash, and he felt his arm was completely powerless.

The red welts on the girl's right back had merged into one, making it impossible for An Shaoting to find a place to strike. He had no choice but to move to the other side of the bed; he couldn't bear to lash her already injured areas.

When he turned directly behind the girl, he immediately saw the girl's parted legs and her rosy vulva.

Ah!

He stared greedily at the girl's crotch. His lower body, which had gradually subsided due to the painful whipping, suddenly swelled up again. This was the first time he had seen a woman's vulva so clearly! It was an extremely stimulating and seductively sexy scene, leaving him standing there dumbfounded.

He licked his lips and rubbed his penis with his hand, a surge of lust rising within him. Damn it, such a beautiful vulva, and he couldn't fuck it, but he had to use that whip on her! No! He might as well just go for it and fuck this cunt. What if she finds out afterward? He'd already fucked her, and she was handcuffed and couldn't move. What could she do to him?

He hesitated for a moment, his erect lust no longer able to control his reason. He decided to go all out, regardless of the consequences. He abruptly dropped the whip, crawled from the foot of the bed to behind the girl, spread his legs, and knelt down, pressing his erect penis between her labia.

He nervously watched the girl's reaction. She seemed not to dare move at all, still lying there, and it seemed like he could hear her rapid breathing. He felt relieved and thrust his hips forward. The head of his penis first touched the hard flesh, making him feel a slight numbness and pain, and then his penis plunged into the wet cunt. The feeling of being enveloped by the tight flesh passage stimulated him to shout out.

"Ah!"

It was so wonderful. So this was what it felt like to fuck a woman's cunt!

An Shaoting shouted in his heart, "Ah!" He had finally fucked a real woman's real pussy!

His first time!

His very first time!

The girl's body jolted forward from his first thrust, her head snapping back as she let out a cry that was almost a plea for help.

An Shaoting was startled, knowing his forceful thrusts would cause her great pain, and quickly pulled back slightly, leaving his penis inside her. An Shaoting was now consumed by lust; although he knew his actions were tantamount to rape, he had no time to consider the girl's feelings, only wanting to satisfy his own sexual desire. Reason and conscience had been completely cast aside.

The girl lowered her head again, lying motionless as if resigned to her fate, ready to obediently accept his defilement.

An Shaoting was deeply grateful, thinking that if the girl could now fulfill his wish and truly have intercourse in her beautiful pussy, he would be willing to be her slave for the rest of his life. As An Shaoting thought about it, he felt the wonderful sensation of his penis being tightly enveloped by her vagina. With each spasmodic contraction of her vagina, his penis felt as if it were being gripped and squeezed by an unusually soft hand. After

a couple of thrusts, he immediately felt he couldn't hold back any longer and was about to ejaculate. He gritted his teeth, straightened his body, and slowly managed to hold back. Overjoyed, he began to grasp the girl's buttocks and thrust his hips and entire body back and forth.

It felt so good.

An unprecedentedly intense pleasure surged through his penis, making him scream with joy in his mind. Ah! This was truly the feeling of making love, even more wonderful than oral sex, completely incomparable to his previous masturbation.

He didn't care about anything else! He thrust harder and harder, the pleasure instantly sending him to a blissful paradise!

Ah!

An Shaoting ejaculated a stream of semen inside the girl, waves of intense pleasure coursing through his body with each thrust.

Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah!…

An Shaoting roared softly as he completed his first perfect sexual intercourse in the girl's vagina, an orgasm he had never experienced before, an absolute orgasm!

An Shaoting left his penis inside the girl's beautiful vagina for a while, savoring the comfortable feeling after ejaculation. He leaned forward, pressing his mouth to the girl's back, and reached his hands to her breasts, kneading her dangling mounds. The soft flesh felt wonderful in his hands. An Shaoting continued to knead and stroke until he felt his penis finally shrink and slip out of the girl's vagina.

Reluctantly, he climbed off the bed, staring at the girl's wet vulva, finding it hard to believe this was the vulva of the woman he had dreamed of—the vulva he had just violated.

He picked up his clothes from the floor and put them on one by one, suddenly noticing that the girl's eyes were filled with tears and saliva was dripping from her mouth. He then realized the immense pain the girl had just endured, being whipped and then humiliated by him from behind. He was like a beast, selfishly humiliating a vulnerable woman chained up!

He felt extremely guilty and didn't know what to do.

He quickly bent down and searched the box he had dragged from under the bed for the key to unlock the handcuffs. He found the box filled with a jumble of things: clips, penis models, and various sex toys and torture instruments he couldn't name, leaving him completely bewildered. Suddenly, he realized the girl had already thrown the key on the table. He looked up and saw a key on the table, and breathed a sigh of relief.

Just then, footsteps echoed in the hallway outside, and An Shaoting was terrified.

Good heavens! He had been so engrossed in his pleasure that he had forgotten the potential danger. He was about to jump up when he noticed the footsteps were fading away.

He felt a surge of relief and quickly got up to unlock the girl's handcuffs with his key. The handcuffs clicked open, allowing An Shaoting to breathe a sigh of relief. He was now extremely tense, his mind racing with anxiety from the footsteps. He disregarded the other handcuffs on the girl's hands and feet, deciding to let her unlock them herself and make his escape.

He handed the key to the girl and fled her apartment like a thief.

Chapter Five

An Shaoting had been lying in wait on the roof of an old building quite close to his dream girl's apartment for almost two hours. He had been tracking her daily life for four consecutive days, lying in ambush here. He had taken a long leave from work for this, and in his current state of distraction, he had no intention of going to work.

He kept his eyes glued to the girl's bedroom door, occasionally scanning left and right with his binoculars, waiting for the bastard his dream girl called "master" to appear. But he never did.

He had figured out that his dream girl's name was Yuan Kexin, and she worked as a teller at a bank two blocks away. During the day, he could observe her every move from a distance. She always went to work on time, ate lunch with her colleagues at the corner restaurant, and went home on time in the evening. Every day, he saw his beautiful dream girl go home alone after work, sometimes going out to buy something, but mostly staying in her room.

An Shaoting waited until the light in Yuan Kexin's room went out an hour before going home to sleep for a few hours, then rushing here early in the morning to wait for her to get up for work. But in the past few days, no man who looked like him had appeared beside her. He was increasingly losing patience. He desperately wanted to relive that wonderful experience from four days ago, an experience that still made his blood boil at the mere thought of it. He knew now was not the time to get excited. He kept...

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