“It’s gotta be tough keeping up that pure and innocent facade in class all the time, right, little bitch?”
Yang Haoran used two fingers to part the sides of Xiao Shaowan’s secluded valley. The mound between her legs was plump and full, her enticing labia tender and slick with moisture, dotted with lewd hints of her honeyed juices. Her tight little entrance was no wider than a fingertip, glistening wetly.
It looked so slick, so tight. Any man who laid eyes on Xiao Shaowan’s pretty pink pussy would probably want to dive in and lick it clean, like a gourmet dish that was a feast for the eyes, nose, and tongue.
“I…” Xiao Shaowan bit her lip, hesitating. She had been about to explain that she was originally a traditional, conservative girl who rejected the flirtatious playboys in her class. That cold, aloof mask wasn’t just maidenly reserve—it was self-defense, to make those boys back off.
But then she remembered the shameful scenes in front of him: the humiliating training sessions where she played the bitch on a dog leash, barking like a dog in an abandoned factory, shaking her ass, lapping up mushy food from a dog bowl… Those vivid memories of her training left her with no room for excuses in his presence.
Smack!
Yang Haoran suddenly slapped Xiao Shaowan’s heart-shaped, snowy buttocks, sending ripples through the soft flesh. He teased, “What should you call me right now? Get it wrong once, and you get a spanking.”
Xiao Shaowan clenched her teeth, her voice trembling. “Master!”
Smack! The sharp sound of a palm striking flesh echoed across the rooftop.
“Wrong answer!”
“Husband!”
Smack!
“Haoran…”
Smack! Smack!
“Since you performed so well earlier, here’s a hint. What do you call me when you’re getting your ass spanked?” Yang Haoran asked with keen interest.
“D-Daddy!”
Xiao Shaowan’s face burned crimson. For some reason, voicing those two words buried deep in her childhood heart—words tied to what she’d always lacked—brought no shame. Instead, a long-missed sense of fulfillment washed over her. A thrilling mix of excitement, satisfaction, and depravity welled up inside her, as if the man behind her were truly her biological father.
The disobedient little girl in her heart, getting her butt spanked as punishment.
Hearing Xiao Shaowan call him “Daddy” sent a jolt of intense stimulation through Yang Haoran, flushing his face red. Unable to hold back the devil inside, he delivered two hard smacks to her plump cheeks, venting his excitement as he barked, “Who’s your daddy? Say it again.”
Xiao Shaowan endured the stinging pain in her ass and replied in a daughter’s coquettish, whiny tone. “Daddy… don’t spank me anymore… it hurts…”
Yang Haoran feigned a stern voice as he interrogated her. “Have you been dating any boys at school?”
“Daddy… your daughter hasn’t!” Xiao Shaowan answered timidly, her obedient demeanor stirring irresistible urges.
“Then have any boys been chasing my precious daughter?”
Yang Haoran stroked her reddened buttocks with fatherly affection, switching up his words.
“Yes!”
“Why do they chase you?”
“Probably because your daughter is pretty, and they want her to be their girlfriend.”
“What do they want with you as their girlfriend?”
“To show off to the other boys… and… and… to fuck your daughter.”
In their back-and-forth “father-daughter” exchange, Xiao Shaowan played along perfectly, as if savoring this simple familial banter.
Yang Haoran was deeply intrigued by the daddy-daughter talk. Her answers only fueled his excitement, and he couldn’t resist ordering, “Wiggle that ass.”
Once Xiao Shaowan started shaking her plump, pink cheeks, he pretended to worry. “You’re so pretty, daughter—especially that little mouth down there, all pink and juicy. Even Daddy loves the look of it. No wonder those boys want to fuck you.”
Xiao Shaowan whined pitifully. “Daddy, don’t you want to fuck your daughter too?”
“And what do you think about that, daughter? Would you let Daddy fuck you?” As he spoke, Yang Haoran couldn’t hold back any longer. He yanked down his pants, gripped his thick, throbbing cock, and rubbed the head against his “daughter’s” tender entrance.
“Daddy!” The scorching heat pressing against her privates made Xiao Shaowan’s heart skip. She bit her lip, trembling. “Your daughter wants it! Please fuck me, Daddy.”
But now Yang Haoran wasn’t in such a rush. He put on an act of refusal. “Wouldn’t that be incest?”
Xiao Shaowan itched with frustration at his teasing, yet the word “incest” sent a thrilling spark through her. Her face full of longing, she pleaded, “Daddy, your daughter’s a slut. If you don’t fuck her, sooner or later some other boy will claim her slutty pussy.”
“Daddy… please fuck me… Your daughter would rather be Daddy’s bitch than let those boys have her.”
Xiao Shaowan spoke with fervent excitement, her pale body quivering slightly. She arched her ass higher, its full curve swaying enticingly.
Watching her jiggling, tempting pink cheeks and hearing her depraved pleas, even Yang Haoran had to admire Xiao Shaowan’s acting chops. What a seductive vixen.
Unable to resist his “daughter’s” eager invitation any longer, Yang Haoran gripped her smooth, slender waist with both hands. Her plump labia were slick with her juices, her entrance twitching and clenching, oozing nectar in anticipation. With a powerful thrust, he buried his cock deep into that welcoming, dripping pussy.
Xiao Shaowan threw her head back, eyes wide. A tear inexplicably slipped from the corner of her eye, trailing down her cheek as she let out a satisfied, melodious moan. “Ah… mm… Daddy~~”
Yang Haoran wrapped his arms tightly around her slim waist, pulling her hands away from the railing. As she turned her head, her hazy, beautiful eyes meeting his, he whispered softly, “Mm… Daddy’s here.”
Then he claimed her fresh, tasty lips in a rough, domineering kiss. His hungry tongue forced past her teeth, tangling fiercely with her slick, pink one.
Their naked hips and asses pressed together without a gap, merging as one.
Yang Haoran had never seen Xiao Shaowan so proactive, as if she wanted to drown in their tongue kiss. Her slippery little tongue coiled around his, desperately sucking his saliva like mating serpents twisting and writhing in eternal embrace.
Gradually… Yang Haoran started feeling breathless. He cracked his eyes open and jolted in surprise. Xiao Shaowan’s exquisite, pale face was flushed beet red, her trembling eyelashes squeezed shut tight.
