“Luckily, that’s when Xie showed up,” she continued. “Not only did he cover my mom’s medical bills, but in the days that followed, he gave me ten thousand yuan every month for living expenses. I was so grateful to him. He didn’t just save my mom’s life—he saved my whole life.”
“So, back then, Xie was like a god to me. Even after that god revealed his wicked, filthy side, I still submitted to him completely. No matter what he asked me to do, no matter how he trained and conditioned me like a dog, no matter how he led me naked down a quiet street for exposure play…”
“But I never understood why he used every trick in the book but held off on taking my body. Was it because he didn’t want me? Can you answer that?” Her calm eyes turned to Yang Haoran with two pointed questions in a row.
In the young man’s gaze, she saw the same burning heat she’d once glimpsed from her male classmates. She had her answer, but she still wanted to hear it straight from him.
“No!” After hearing her story, Yang Haoran let out a slow breath. “I really like you. Pursuing you wasn’t fake. Xie is Xie, and I’m me. The reason I didn’t take you as Xie is because I had a better option.”
“Do you understand?” Yang Haoran stared at the beauty before him, his gaze sharp and aggressively invasive, with no attempt to hide it.
“I understand.” Xiao Shaowan nodded. She had some inkling of her fate, but she’d still chosen to take this step herself.
“Can you tell me what’s really going on?” Her cool demeanor held steady, but facing the boy before her, her tone softened involuntarily.
“That day in the car crash, I was there. I’d had my eye on you for a while and looked into your family background. Even if your mom hadn’t been in that accident, the outcome would have been the same.”
“Not for me, it wouldn’t.” Xiao Shaowan shook her head, rejecting his words.
“As for you, you’re the test subject I picked. I once read in a book that there’s no real difference between humans and beasts—they can all be tamed. But it’s clear now that I failed.” Yang Haoran spread his hands in helpless defeat.
He’d started down this path with high hopes, only for it to collapse halfway. What a tragedy!
Before, he’d felt no hope of winning his mother’s affection and had even considered forcing her into submission through conditioning. Xiao Shaowan was his guinea pig for that.
But now, he no longer needed that approach—and besides, he’d failed!
Xiao Shaowan’s bright eyes fixed on the boy before her. Her red lips parted slightly as she spoke slowly. “What if… you hadn’t failed?”
“Hm?” Yang Haoran looked at her with faint puzzlement.
Xiao Shaowan turned to face him fully. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, then opened them again, her gaze now resolute. Under Yang Haoran’s surprised stare, her knees bent slowly. With a soft thud, she knelt before him. She lifted her head, her crystalline eyes clear as spring water, breathtakingly beautiful—yet now they held a glimmer of hidden submission.
“Master!”
Her vermilion lips parted lightly, and she uttered the two words with calm composure, as if it were the most natural thing in the world.
Yang Haoran crouched down slightly and gently caressed Xiao Shaowan’s soft white cheek with his right hand. Suddenly, he pinched her snowy jaw hard, forcing her bright eyes to meet his own. A smile crept across his handsome face as he drawled, “Wan Nu, you’re smart—smarter than I imagined.”
Note: “Wan Nu” (婉奴) is a self-deprecating term, like “obedient servant girl” or “humble servant.”
Despite his roughness and the red mark blooming on her fair cheek, Xiao Shaowan’s gaze remained steady. In her eyes, as they locked with Yang Haoran’s, there was submission—and an unshakable conviction.
Yang Haoran slowly released his grip and turned away.
After a few seconds of silence, her voice came from behind him—clear and crisp like an oriole’s song, yet laced with that same unbreakable resolve.
“I do this of my own free will!”
“Looks like I succeeded after all,” Yang Haoran murmured, gazing at the distant sunset.
It was a shame he no longer needed the method.
Still, all the conditioning techniques he’d taught himself over the years would find other uses. His mind flashed to his mother, then Shen Qing, Gu Qingying, and finally settled on his sister Yang Mengyao’s pure, pretty face.
His thoughts drifted for a moment before he turned back. Xiao Shaowan was still kneeling there, head slightly bowed, as if she wouldn’t dare rise without his command.
“Lift your head. Why are you keeping it down?”
There was a hint of displeasure in Yang Haoran’s scolding tone.
At his words, Xiao Shaowan raised her delicate face. Her lovely oval features came into view, the corners of her clear eyes tinged red, as if she hadn’t yet recovered from those painful memories. Her beautiful eyes brimmed with submission as she gazed up at Yang Haoran, her expression one of worshiping her personal deity from her knees.
She was the campus goddess everyone adored, yet here she knelt willingly at the feet of a boy her own age. If her admirers saw this, envy and jealousy wouldn’t even begin to cover it—they’d want to tear him apart or take his place.
Yang Haoran appraised his prize like a merchant eyeing merchandise. Beneath Xiao Shaowan’s pale swan-like neck, her fragrant shoulders were bare, her delicate collarbones sharply defined. They dipped into hollows deep enough for the viral “collarbone fish” challenge.
Beauty lies in the bones, not the skin—that’s where the trend came from.
His gaze drifted lower to the girl’s shapely, budding breasts, which strained against her beige T-shirt, filling out a generous space. By eye, they looked about a 36C cup—full, round, and enticingly curved.
