Gazing at the background information displayed on the blue light screen, Shen Qing felt a twinge of surprise. She was naturally aware of her own details, but the public information had never been laid out quite so explicitly.
Her author identity, for instance—she had never breathed a word of it to outsiders. After all, she wrote erotica, with a heavy focus on intense domination and submission themes that were downright embarrassing to discuss.
Her masochistic tendencies were the deepest secret buried in her heart, the very reason she penned those domination stories in the first place.
As a mature and stunningly beautiful woman with substantial wealth, she was the epitome of a wealthy heiress. If she dipped her toes into the SM Circle and acknowledged a master, it would be all too easy for others to covet her. Once she fell into their hands, her entire real-world life could be utterly destroyed.
She might even lose the dull but stable routine she had now. That was why she had turned to the web novel scene, channeling her desires into her writing.
She had once considered finding a master to train her, but her criteria boiled down to four simple words: harmless to humans and animals. At the very least, even if she was broken down into a Bitch, her master wouldn’t harm her family.
In return, she could offer him her lewd and voluptuous body for his pleasure—whether he defiled it, humiliated her sense of self through training, or kept her caged like a lowly bitch. She would savor it all, especially since she was something of a shut-in herself.
At first, she had set her sights on her best friend Ruoxi’s son, Yang Haoran. But he turned out to be a timid boy with plenty of lust but no courage to act on it. Gradually, she abandoned the idea of seeking a master. To this day, her sensuous, ripe, and perfect body remained untouched by any torment.
Fate had a twisted sense of humor. Shen Qing sighed inwardly and fully accepted the transcendent power of this Evil Game.
“Ding! Task triggered: Teammate Binding Task unlocked!”
“【Team Task Start 01】”
Player Liu Ruoxi/Shen Qing must add the Controller on WeChat using an alternate account, send seductive photos to entice him, and declare herself a lewd Bitch desperate for training. Reward: 10 Points.
“【Team Task 02】”
Player Liu Ruoxi/Shen Qing must casually allow the Controller to discover her real-world identity. Reward: 20 Points.
“【Team Task 03】”
Player Liu Ruoxi/Shen Qing must guide the Controller into issuing a training command. Reward: 30 Points.
“【Team Task 04】”
Player Liu Ruoxi/Shen Qing and her teammate must endure 30 minutes of training from the Controller. Reward: 40 Points.
Special Requirement: In Team Task 04, Player Liu Ruoxi takes the dominant role, guiding her teammate to complete it. Extra Reward: 50 Points, one set of Exclusive Class Equipment.
Special Requirement: In Team Task 04, Player Shen Qing takes the dominant role, guiding her teammate to complete it. Extra Reward: 50 Points, one set of Exclusive Class Equipment.
At the same time, the task notification chimed in both women’s minds, accompanied by the Task Panel materializing before them.
The task lists were nearly identical, but only one of them could fulfill the special requirements.
“Ruoxi, did you get the task?” Shen Qing asked, looking up at Liu Ruoxi after scanning the panel.
“Mm.”
Liu Ruoxi kept her expression neutral and serene as she replied to her best friend, but the faint tremble in her jade hand behind her back betrayed the storm raging within.
“Ruoxi, if we complete these tasks, won’t our identities be completely exposed?” Shen Qing gazed at her with feigned concern. In truth, the desires she had suppressed for so long were bubbling to the surface, eager for release. Far from resenting the tasks, she welcomed them with delight.
She could finally acknowledge a master and indulge her twisted fetishes.
Under the cover of the Evil Game, her actions would even have a reasonable excuse. And the thought of Ruoxi joining her in being trained by her own son sent a thrilling shiver through her.
The more Shen Qing thought about it, the hotter her lower abdomen grew. Yet her alluring, glamorous face maintained its mask of worry as she watched Liu Ruoxi.
Unaware of her friend’s inner thoughts, Liu Ruoxi saw only the concern on Shen Qing’s face. Her red lips parted gently. “It’s inevitable sooner or later. Don’t worry—I won’t let Haoran go too far with us.”
But I will! Shen Qing thought. Picturing Ruoxi’s usual poised and elegant demeanor crumbling under her own son’s training filled her with anticipation. What kind of spectacle would that be?
Could she still keep that calm facade? Could she hold onto her refined grace? Or would she devolve into a complete slut?
Her heart raced with excitement, but Shen Qing betrayed none of it on the surface. Instead, she nodded as if reluctantly convinced by her friend’s reassurance.
After chatting for a bit, the two women decided to start the tasks tomorrow. They already had Haoran’s WeChat, but the missions required alternate accounts, which meant new SIM cards. They planned to head to the telecom office together that afternoon to get them.
Downstairs, Liu Ruoxi took charge in the kitchen, preparing a lavish meal. Shen Qing offered to help, but she was turned down. Thanks to her solitary childhood, Liu Ruoxi’s cooking skills were quite decent.
Had she not built her own company, she probably would have been the picture of a devoted wife and loving mother at home.
In the living room, Shen Qing sat unusually primly on the sofa, her legs pressed together so the cheongsam hem draped over her smooth, creamy thighs. She watched her son and Yang Haoran across from her with a playful smile.
Her gaze lingered mostly on Yang Haoran, largely ignoring Shiwen, her own son.
Looking at Little Ranran once more—her future master—a strange sensation stirred in her heart. She recognized it for what it was: anticipation.
Yang Haoran squirmed under Aunt Shen’s stare, convinced she was plotting some new prank. He made an excuse and headed upstairs with Shiwen.
After the four finished their meal, Liu Ruoxi and Shen Qing went out together, shopping as far as Yang Haoran could tell.
The afternoon passed peacefully.
Beneath that familiar calm, however, dark currents surged. Yang Haoran had no idea this was the last tranquility his life would know.
At two-thirty, with his best friend Shiwen heading off to school, Yang Haoran reluctantly saw him out.
In his current state, attending school wouldn’t be an issue, but his mother still insisted he stay home. He was happy enough to lounge around.
……
That evening, after dinner at the family table, everyone retreated to their rooms. Yang Haoran had always wondered why his mother had slept separately from his father since he was a child, but as a son, it wasn’t his place to pry—and so the question went unanswered.
In his room, the brother and sister got along amiably. Yang Haoran lounged in his computer chair with his legs crossed, flipping through his sister’s notes on the desk.
Yang Mengyao dragged over a chair and sat beside him, propping her chin on her small hand. Her beautiful eyes sparkled as she watched her brother study intently, lost in a daze.
She snapped out of it only when he hit a problem he couldn’t solve, pouting as she opened her cherry lips to explain.
But after last night’s steamy encounter, Yang Haoran couldn’t help imagining those thin, tempting little lips wrapped around his cock as he stared at them.
With other thoughts now crowding his mind, he couldn’t focus on studying. After forcing himself for another half hour, he turned to his sister’s pure and pretty face, his expression a bit awkward. “Yaoyao, could you help your brother again…?”
He paused there, his gaze drifting downward to the prominent tent in his pants.
Yang Mengyao followed his eyes and blushed crimson, instantly understanding.
Staring at the bulge straining against her brother’s pants, she recalled the massive tool that had been on full display last night—and how she’d lost herself licking it. The memory made her heart flutter with shyness, her innocent face flushing pink. She stammered, “N-No… no… we can’t.”
Her shy blush gave Yang Haoran hope. He pressed his advantage. “Yaoyao, look—it’s so swollen it’s poking against my pants. It hurts, and I can’t concentrate on studying. Just help me one more time, okay? Once it gets relief, I’ll be fine.”
As he spoke, his eyes pleaded with her.
Yang Mengyao sneaked a glance at the beast in question, still a little scared despite herself. She shook her head.
“Yaoyao… my good little sister… please help me just once more. I swear I won’t do anything like yesterday.”
Watching her brother beg so humbly, a hesitant look crossed Yang Mengyao’s face.
Yang Haoran lit up inside and pushed harder. “Yaoyao, it really aches so bad. Holding it in isn’t good for my health. Help me out one more time, alright? Whatever you want after this, I’ll do it for you.”
“Really?”
Yang Mengyao wavered, eyeing her brother suspiciously.
When she was little, her older brother had promised her several times too, but they all ended up being lies to tease and fool her. If he hadn’t apologized to her yesterday, she wouldn’t believe any of his promises at all.
Facing his sister’s skeptical gaze, Yang Haoran also recalled how he’d broken promises several times in their childhood. His old face flushed red, but he still quickly nodded—this time, he was truly serious.
