After giving his instructions, Yang Haoran pressed down on Yaoyao’s delicate head toward his crotch.
Yang Mengyao shot her brother a glare and muttered under her breath. Her cherry-like little mouth enveloped the thick, lengthy shaft, sliding it in like a giant python entering its lair. The robust length pressed against her tender little tongue as it slowly probed deeper.
Seven or eight minutes later… Yang Haoran, unable to hold out any longer, surrendered his load.
In a slightly stern tone, he ordered Yaoyao to swallow his semen. After a quick cleanup, Yang Haoran returned to his room, a lazy comfort evident between his brows.
He sprawled spreadeagled on the bed and opened WeChat. First, he logged out of his account, then entered the credentials for the Xie account and signed in.
He rarely logged into the Xie account himself. She usually managed it, including reviewing Xiao Shaowan’s training videos, devising custom tuning strategies, planning the tuning process, and so on.
He only occasionally checked in on the account or joined her in person for tuning sessions with Xiao Shaowan.
Whenever he showed up in person, Wan Nu had to put on her blindfold and collar in advance, and he wore a mask to hide his identity.
Once the Xie account was logged in, the contact list had only two people. One was nicknamed “Test Subject Wan Nu”—that was his note for Xiao Shaowan.
The other was nicknamed “S girl.”
She had changed that note herself. It was her account too. “S” stood for the S side in the SM Circle, indicating her sadistic tendencies, while “girl” was simply English for girl. By nicknaming herself that way for him, she was making it clear: she was an S girl.
He had met S during the summer after junior high graduation, on an SM forum. They shared the same interests, both fascinated by training female slaves and possessing S attributes. At first, Yang Haoran thought she was some older guy. But through their conversations, it was clear she had plenty of SM experience. Her confident, eloquent chatter suggested real-world practice. He never imagined that when they got closer, she would confess she was a woman—a revelation that left him stunned and questioning everything.
Who would have thought an SM veteran from online could be a girl?
S’s intentions weren’t so simple either. She had pegged Yang Haoran as a total newbie in this area. Sure, he had solid theoretical knowledge, but no hands-on experience.
Under her carefully laid steps, they opened up to each other. Yang Haoran even got tricked into sending her his photo. When he asked for hers in return, she claimed she was stunningly beautiful with an amazing figure but refused to send one. Of course, he didn’t believe her, but what could he do? He was the fool who had sent his first.
After a summer of private chats, they grew much closer. Once high school started, S suggested he find a girl at school to train as practice, to shed his newbie skin. Before her, he never would have dared. But their talks had changed him—her influence made him bolder bit by bit.
And so, he selected his target, Test Subject Wan Nu was born, and he completed his own transformation.
In hindsight, he realized there had never been any sudden impulse. It was all premeditated from the start.
Their meeting was an accident—he was sure of it, since he had reached out first. But every step of their chats afterward was her meticulously designed trap. In plain terms, she was tuning him. It culminated naturally in her suggestion to pick a target, by which point he was ready to act.
Once he woke up to it, he had to admit defeat. There was no angry accusation or blame. Instead, he stayed calm. After all, he had benefited greatly from the process. He was still himself, but also profoundly changed.
He asked about her goals. S was straightforward, as if everything was firmly in her grasp. She explained that she could tune a woman’s mind to submission, but as a woman herself, she couldn’t achieve full physical surrender. She lacked the equipment—double-ended toys were just lifeless objects. She couldn’t deliver the ultimate carnal ecstasy and orgasms needed to make someone utterly fall.
Yang Haoran got it then. He was a test subject too. Understanding his feelings, S reassured him that he was her only one, so he could relax.
She really understood men’s psychology—her expertise dwarfed his own.
Yang Haoran was in awe.
Losing to someone more skilled wasn’t shameful.
They had discussed ownership of Xiao Shaowan and split it up. S’s stance was simple: he could have her all to himself as compensation from her.
But by then, Yang Haoran was a different man with his own ideas. He firmly refused, giving three reasons. First, she had started it; he just carried it out. It was teamwork, not solely his achievement. Second, during Wan Nu’s tuning, he had only handled the initial stages before handing it off. He became a hands-off boss, leaving management and mental tuning to S. Third, in a way, S was like his master. It wasn’t just about exploitation.
After he laid it out, S went silent for a long time. Then she asked: “So, you’ve got a thing for your master? I told you I’m beautiful with a great figure—aren’t you afraid I’m lying?”
Yang Haoran was stunned but replied shamelessly on the surface: “We’re partners in crime, a match made in heaven. Together we both win; apart, we both lose. Besides, if you leave me, can you just find another test subject?”
They had shared their ages—they were the same. So he wasn’t worried she was some middle-aged woman. As for looks and figure, he was confident. Not only had she learned about him; he had learned about her too. S was proud, her words brimming with such confidence that it shone through even the cold screen. He was betting she wouldn’t stoop to lying about her appearance.
After another long silence, Yang Haoran got her reply.
“We’ll meet someday. And I don’t know if you have a virgin fetish, but I can tell you this upfront: all three of my holes are untouched. If you can conquer your master, they’re all yours.”
Yang Haoran was instantly thrilled. By calling herself his master this time, she hadn’t rejected his proposal. As for her three holes being virgin—mouth, pussy, and ass—that was a bonus.
Her words dripped with lewdness, but true to her SM roots, she could bluntly offer even her ass for him to fuck, provided he conquered her first.
Yang Haoran had eagerly anticipated their meeting, but things fizzled out after that. She never reached out, and over time, he forgot about it. As for Wan Nu’s allocation, it ended up half and half. Virginity rights for her pussy and ass went to him, but after that, usage was split fifty-fifty.
Those memories flashed through his mind one after another, as vivid as yesterday. Yang Haoran hesitated, then opened the chat with S. He hadn’t initiated contact in ages.
“My identity’s been exposed. Wan Nu found out who I am, so I went ahead and took her virginity.” He typed the message and hit send.
They had an agreement: he would notify her when he deflowered Wan Nu.
He hadn’t expected a quick reply—after all, she might not even be online. Instead, he tapped open Wan Nu’s chat window.
