“Tsk tsk…” Shen Qing looked Liu Ruoxi up and down, praising her with admiration. “Ruoxi, this outfit suits you so perfectly—you’re absolutely gorgeous. I guarantee that if Little Ranran sees this, his eyes will bulge right out of his head.”
The mention of her son made Liu Ruoxi think of how these photos of her in this revealing getup would be for his viewing pleasure. A faint blush colored her stunning features, only adding to her allure.
“Come on, Ruoxi. Take a few more shots of me first.” Shen Qing handed the black Phase One camera to Liu Ruoxi.
Liu Ruoxi powered it on and made a few quick adjustments to the settings, completing the preparations in moments.
Shen Qing propped her elbow under her chin and lounged sideways on the beige sofa. Her amber eyes, clear as autumn waters, gazed seductively at the lens. Her full cherry lips parted slightly, and her pink tongue peeked out just a touch. Her expression was one of captivating allure, radiating irresistible charm.
Click, click… After a series of flashes, Shen Qing’s fair, delicate hand slipped slowly into her panties. Her slender fingers teased and rubbed through the thin lace fabric, pressing gently. A flush crept across her beautiful face, and with another series of clicks, this image of a lustful woman pleasuring herself was captured forever in the photos.
She followed up with a parade of seductive poses—sitting, lying down, leaning back, crawling—all dripping with temptation. Just looking at these shots would ignite the deepest, darkest fires in any man’s heart, making him itch to pin this flirtatious vixen to the sofa and give her a thorough thrashing with his rod.
Shen Qing had already shot several sets of erotic costumes that morning, striking all sorts of poses in various locations—not just the sofa, but the balcony, kitchen, bathroom, living room, and more.
A few minutes later.
“Alright, Ruoxi, that’s enough indoor shots. Now go outside and take a few more. I bought some props to go with them.”
“Outside? That doesn’t seem right…” Liu Ruoxi frowned slightly.
“What’s wrong with it? There’s no one out there anyway,” Shen Qing said nonchalantly.
Liu Ruoxi sighed and said nothing more. Deep down, she knew it was fine, but she still struggled with the idea of posing in such a skimpy, erotic costume outdoors in broad daylight.
In the past, she never would have accepted something like this. But lately, with the irresistible force of that supernatural game, her mindset had been gradually shifting toward compromise.
Shen Qing then fetched what she called her “props,” leaving Liu Ruoxi stunned. It was a black collar attached to a silver leash over a meter long, with a leather handle at the end. It looked just like a pet dog’s collar—no, it was a dog collar, plain and simple!
“Why did you buy something like this?”
Liu Ruoxi had a hunch about her best friend’s intentions, but she still couldn’t quite believe it. This was taking things way too far, practically shattering her worldview.
Shen Qing grinned at her. “I figured Little Ranran might be into this kind of play. A few shots like this will give him a real treat for the eyes.”
The mention of her son made Liu Ruoxi’s expression freeze. Then, as if struck by a sudden realization, her face turned icy cold. “He wouldn’t dare. If he has a perverted kink like that, I’ll break his legs.” In that moment, she recalled her game class, and the thought of such a scene filled her with overwhelming shame.
“You never know!” Shen Qing said with a mischievous grin. “All guys are like that. He might just love this sort of thing.”
Liu Ruoxi eyed Shen Qing suspiciously, noting the hint of excitement in her friend’s face. “Shen Qing, don’t tell me you like this kind of game?”
Meeting Liu Ruoxi’s doubtful gaze, Shen Qing’s expression flickered unnaturally for a split second. Then she smiled playfully. “Whether I like it depends on the partner. If it were Little Ranran… well, I wouldn’t say no~”
The conversation ended there. Liu Ruoxi was helpless against her shameless best friend and conceded defeat. She followed Shen Qing outside to continue the shoot.
The two women reached a grassy spot under a tree outside the villa. Under Liu Ruoxi’s watchful eyes, Shen Qing calmly fastened the black collar around her neck.
It was a perfect fit, snugly encircling her slender, porcelain-smooth neck like a swan’s. The long silver leash draped to the ground, sunlight filtering through the leaves to cast shimmering spots that made it gleam.
At the end of the leash, the leather handle lay quietly on the grass like a sleeping treasure, awaiting its hero—or rather, its master—to claim it.
Seeing her best friend Shen Qing collar herself like a dog sent a strange thrill through Liu Ruoxi. A blush warmed her flawless cheeks.
“Come on, Ruoxi. Just a few simple poses.”
Shen Qing swept her long hair behind her back and struck a few enticing standing poses.
Then, to Liu Ruoxi’s surprise, Shen Qing dropped to all fours on the grass. Facing the camera, she stuck out her tongue a little, the dog collar and revealing erotic costume completing the look—like a lewd Bitch straight out of the game.
Liu Ruoxi’s face burned with embarrassment at the sight, but at Shen Qing’s urging, she reluctantly pressed the shutter, capturing the shot.
Once Shen Qing finished, it was Liu Ruoxi’s turn as the main subject. They took some glamour shots inside the villa as usual, but Liu Ruoxi felt stiff and awkward. Under Shen Qing’s repeated coaxing and directions, she forced herself to strike some shameful poses.
Finally, when Shen Qing suggested she try on the prop too and shoot a few outside, Liu Ruoxi refused vehemently. Seeing her determination, Shen Qing regretfully dropped the idea.
With the photos done, the two women moved on to editing. They weren’t planning to send all of them to Yang Haoran. Instead, they’d select the best ones and mosaic their faces for the Second Ring task.
Of course, Shen Qing had her own little scheme. She planned to package the uncensored versions as a surprise for Little Ranran once the task was complete—a cherished keepsake!
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