“It’s him, but also not him.”
Liu Ruoxi let out a sigh. “I’ve tested him, and I know him well. This has nothing to do with him. But you’re right—what I bound is my son, Haoran.”
With that definitive answer, Shen Qing finally understood why Ruoxi hadn’t wanted to say it outright. For a mother to become her own son’s sex slave because of some wicked game—who wouldn’t feel conflicted about that?
“Does he know about this game?”
“No, he seems completely clueless.”
“Ruoxi, things have come to this point, so try to relax. If it’s Haoran, you can still keep him in check as his mom. That’s way better than some stranger.”
“Mm.”
Shen Qing’s words of comfort did ease Liu Ruoxi’s heart a little. Indeed, it was better if the person was her son rather than an outsider.
“From this angle, it really is an evil game,” Shen Qing said, a hint of disappointment in her voice. The cost was just too high.
Seeing her best friend Shen Qing looking deflated and losing interest, Liu Ruoxi felt torn inside. In the end, though, reason won out over emotion—humans were complicated creatures, after all.
“It’s not entirely without merits,” Liu Ruoxi said calmly, playing the advocate. “The game mall lets you exchange points for things women dream of, like skincare, beauty treatments, eternal youth, or even the elusive extension of lifespan.”
Her words hit Shen Qing like a bombshell. Her eyes lit up, and her breathing quickened. “Really?”
The love of beauty was universal, but it burned strongest in women. If eternal youth was a poison, women would still drink it down gladly.
Just those four words—eternal youth—outshone a lifetime of glory.
Liu Ruoxi hummed in affirmation.
After getting Ruoxi’s confirmation, Shen Qing’s burst of excitement faded like a campfire doused with cold water as she remembered the price.
But eternal youth held an irresistible allure for any woman. She was already in her mid-thirties. Sure, she was at the peak of feminine charm right now, but how much longer could that last?
Even the most beautiful flower eventually wilts. Such was the way of the world.
Now, with a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity right in front of her, she couldn’t bear to just let it slip away.
After much internal debate, Shen Qing looked up and asked, “If I become a game player, who would I end up bound to?”
That was her biggest worry. If it was some pot-bellied, greasy slob, she’d rather die.
Liu Ruoxi gazed into Shen Qing’s beautiful, seductive eyes, which sparkled with light. She knew her friend had been swayed in the end.
But she had no idea who the controller would be if Shen Qing joined—after all, she still didn’t understand why she’d been bound to her own son.
“Little Ba, if Shen Qing becomes a game player, who would her bound controller be?”
When in doubt, ask. Liu Ruoxi consulted Barbarossa, whom she’d mentally tagged as the game’s customer service rep.
“Hmph, only thinking of me now,” Barbarossa snorted coldly. But duty-bound, it had to answer the player. “For a teammate you invite, the controller is naturally the same person.”
And only one person, Barbarossa chuckled inwardly.
Liu Ruoxi had suspected as much, and this confirmed it.
“I’ve asked,” she said. “If I invite you to become a game player, we’d be bound to the same person.”
Liu Ruoxi knew saying this meant her best friend might end up the same as her—a woman belonging to her son, or worse, a sex slave pet or something like that. But she kept her expression calm as she spoke.
“If it’s Little Ranran, that’s not so bad,” Shen Qing said with a sigh of relief. At least it wasn’t some pot-bellied slob.
She smiled playfully. “Two stunning beauties like us serving your son? Little Ranran’s got quite the lucky streak.”
Seeing Shen Qing agree, Liu Ruoxi finally relaxed. But her friend’s next words caught her off guard.
“Ruoxi, did the game tell you to invite me?”
With business settled, Shen Qing slipped back into her foxy charm. She gazed at Liu Ruoxi, batting her eyes mischievously. Her amber eyes, like limpid autumn waters, shone brightly, and paired with her girlish playfulness, she exuded an irresistible allure that tugged at the heartstrings.
Liu Ruoxi didn’t know how to respond.
But silence was as good as admission.
Shen Qing had her answer. She’d suspected as much—Ruoxi had laid out the downsides of being a player, seemingly to dissuade her, only to pivot to the benefits. It was hard not to be suspicious.
At that moment, a cold, mechanical voice echoed in her mind.
“Player Liu Ruoxi invites you to become her game teammate. Do you accept?”
Shen Qing was about to speak, but she remembered Ruoxi saying intent was enough—no need to voice it.
So, she replied inwardly: Yes.
“Game program copying… Copy complete!”
“Welcome to the most thrilling game, [Fallen Angel].”
“Player Shen Qing has agreed to teammate binding with Liu Ruoxi.”
“Please select your game class from the options below.”
A new blue light screen projected before her eyes.
“Available classes: Companion, Sex Slave, Bitch, Milk Cow, Meat Toilet.”
Class duties:
Companion: Mate with the controller five times every seven days.
Sex Slave: Kneel before the controller for three hours every seven days.
Bitch: Be fitted with a collar and leash by the controller and walked for three hours every seven days.
Milk Cow: Produce 1200 ml of milk for the controller every seven days.
Meat Toilet: Drink fluids from the controller’s genitals five times every seven days.
Countdown: 30s.
Shen Qing scanned the screen quickly, grasping the classes at a glance. A beautiful smile curved her lips, showing no trace of resistance. She turned to Liu Ruoxi with a grin. “Ruoxi, what class did you pick?”
Liu Ruoxi’s expression stiffened, but she replied steadily, “Companion.”
Shen Qing said nothing more, just giving her a meaningful look.
Time was running out.
Shen Qing knew what she wanted and selected a class without hesitation.
“Class selection complete!”
“Game program initialized. Player Shen Qing, please view your personal panel.”
A blue light screen linked to her optic nerves, projecting before her eyes.
Player: Shen Qing
Class: Bitch (Inactive)
Age: 35
Figure: Height 178 cm, Bust 38E, Waist 62 cm, Hips 105 cm.
Real-world background: Shareholder in Hengjia Real Estate Group (25% stake), owns 42 properties in G City, erotic tuning novel writer specializing in [Love and Desire, Bitch and Master], M tendencies, divorced, one son.
Bound Controller: Yang Haoran
Shame Value: 0
Points: 0
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