On the chat interface were videos Wan Nu had sent of her daily training—one every three days. It was clear that s girl had been logging into the account consistently. For each of Wan Nu’s videos, she pointed out the shortcomings and offered guidance. Occasionally, if a training video fell short, she would criticize Wan Nu sharply and add some abusive punishments to the basic regimen.
For instance, she might order Wan Nu to fix a vibrating rod inside her tight little pussy, turn on the vibrations, and endure an inhuman eight-hour punishment while recording the entire process on video for her inspection.
Or she might clamp sharp nipple clamps onto Wan Nu’s nipples for an extended period, or make her don an electric shock collar and zap herself a set number of times…
As Yang Haoran scrolled through the past videos, his gaze suddenly sharpened on one particular message.
“Tomorrow night at 8 PM, meet at the Old Place. Reminder: put on the collar and blindfold ahead of time. You know the rules—if I spot you, I’ll strip you bare, tie you up, and dump you in the men’s public restroom.”
“Wan Nu received. Thank you, Master, for your grace.”
This was a punishment directive. Yang Haoran had gone there often in the past. The Old Place was an abandoned factory on the city’s outskirts—deserted even in broad daylight, let alone at night—which was why he’d picked it for training sessions. But his mom kept a tight leash at night, so he always had to scramble for excuses. It got troublesome, and eventually he stopped going much.
Wan Nu’s early training had relied mainly on in-person sessions. Once that was mostly complete, it transitioned to online videos of basic drills. Real-life whippings only came into play if she screwed up repeatedly.
He slid down the page, and after a one-day gap, another message appeared.
“Thanks, Master, for your mercy!”
The timestamp read just after 9:10 PM—a reply from Xiao Shaowan.
This confirmed the in-person whipping had gone off without a hitch. But the key detail was the date: ten days ago, when Yang Haoran had been laid up in the hospital the whole time. There was no way he could’ve gone.
“She came to this city.” The thought hit Yang Haoran first, followed by a spark of excitement. Her presence meant they could finally meet in the flesh.
But then doubt crept in. If s girl was here, why hadn’t she reached out?
She knew his phone number and home address—he’d spilled all that himself, even down to his high school. He’d laid it out hoping she’d take the initiative to track him down. When nothing happened after ages, he’d given up hope.
Their last chat had been two months back.
“Hmm, got it. Why haven’t you hit me up in so long?”
Right then, a new message pinged in—from s girl.
Yang Haoran switched to the chat window and typed back.
Xie: Unexpected hospital stint in the middle there. Nearly robbed you of all future bliss.
s girl: Oh? I figured you were sulking like a little boy and ghosting me.
s girl: Bad as it got?
Xie: Nah, out now. Though my cock grew a bit more—sitting at 18cm these days. Think it’ll do the trick for you?
s girl: Incorrigible as ever, still hung up on me? What if I’m a total dinosaur?
Xie: I’m a dinosaur warrior~
s girl: [Sent a laughing face and two skull emojis.] She fired off three emojis.
s girl: How’s Wan Nu treating you?
Xie: Nice and slick—fucking her was a blast. Wanna sample? Her ass is untouched; you could break it in.
s girl: So I’d take her ass while you pound her slutty pussy? [sneaky grin]
Xie: Never tried it, but hey, could work.
s girl: Pass. Scared you’ll lose it and rail me too.
Xie: Bound to happen eventually. What’s the harm?
s girl: Like I said: conquer me, and all three holes are yours.
Xie: Can’t find you, you won’t come to me—how’s that supposed to work?
Xie: [Sent a picture] This bad boy’s guaranteed to have you howling. Dead confident.
The picture showed a thick, long, massive cock reared up and ready, looking downright menacing. Veins snaked along the shaft like writhing serpents, while the brutal glans glowed a fiery red, mushroom-like and huge. Just looking at it, you could feel the scorching heat and diamond-hard rigidity—a strategic-grade weapon if there ever was one.
It was a spare-time snap of his dick, originally meant for chats with Aunt Shen. No harm putting it to use here.
s girl: [shocked] [shocked] [shocked]
s girl: One gifted motherfucker. Thought you were bullshitting. Okay, your odds just bumped up ten percent.
Xie: Real talk? What’s my shot at now?
s girl: Ten percent. [sneaky grin]
Yang Haoran didn’t get mad. He kept typing: “Wanna lick it?”
s girl: Kinda. Looks delicious—like my mom’s mushroom pork stir-fry.
s girl: Relax, it’s not the size. It’s yours, that’s why. Happy now?
Xie: A little.
Xie: You get me too well. We’d be together, I’d be putty in your hands.
s girl: Conquer first. You’re still on probation.
Yang Haoran threw in the towel and went for it: “You’re here, aren’t you? Saw the message.”
s girl: Yup, left it as a test. If you gave a damn, you’d log in and spot it. Miss the deadline? You’re out, my call.
Xie: Deadline’s what?
s girl: One month.
Yang Haoran finally exhaled in relief. Ten days ago—well within the window.
s girl: That said, you left me hanging forever. Rethinking now.
Xie: Master, my bad all around. Don’t rethink, please.
s girl: We’ll see how you shape up. Credit for the ‘Master,’ though.
They bantered for about an hour. Yang Haoran tossed out bait left and right, making it clear he was dying to meet up, but s girl dodged straight answers. Still, she was in the city now, and he was convinced a face-to-face was coming.
s girl ended things first, leaving Yang Haoran to grumble and let it drop.
They used to go till the wee hours before. Tonight? Maybe it was her being in town, or maybe she was pissed—either way, she cut it short.
Afterward, Yang Haoran buzzed with more excitement than usual. s girl wasn’t just his master to him. Her deep SM know-how made her the perfect pick for handling slave training and discipline down the line.
