Hearing that Aunt Shen was willing to help, Yang Haoran stroked her jet-black, silky hair. His gentle touch was just like grooming one of his own pets. He chuckled and said, “Aunt Shen, you really dote on me. But my mom having a best friend like you—what terrible luck in friends.”
“Don’t you see who this is all for?” Shen Qing rolled her eyes at Yang Haoran. “It’s you. Don’t overthink it. Ruoxi won’t fall into your hands so easily. She’s not like me, so slutty and cheap, willing to become a mere mother beast.”
Even Shen Qing herself felt that she was indeed a shameless woman, worse than a whore. But she felt no shame, because unlike a whore whose lips had been tasted by countless men, she belonged to only one person.
“Such a stunning, top-tier mother beast is a real treasure. And later on, I’ll have you bear my children.” As he spoke, Yang Haoran took the black handcuffs and fastened them around Aunt Shen’s fair wrists.
“Sure.” Shen Qing smiled sweetly. “If it’s a girl, when she grows up, you can fuck her as her daddy—play the mother-daughter game, stack us like acrobats. If it’s a boy, he can bring his girlfriend home for you to enjoy.” As she said this, she lifted her other wrist, letting the black handcuffs lock it in place.
The black handcuffs now secured both of Shen Qing’s snowy-white wrists, connected by a black chain—like the restraints used on prisoners in ancient times.
What a seductive vixen. Aunt Shen’s words sent Yang Haoran’s mind racing with fantasies. Just imagining it made his perverted heart stir, his blood surging with arousal.
“Don’t tease me anymore. I’m afraid I won’t be able to hold back and just fuck you, you lewd Bitch.” Yang Haoran moved behind Aunt Shen and fitted a matching pair of black ankle cuffs around her ankles.
Shen Qing laughed with enchanting charm as she watched Yang Haoran cuff her ankles. She even cooperatively lifted her other foot to let him lock it on.
“Now sit properly.” Once all the restraints were in place, Shen Qing gestured for Yang Haoran to sit on the sofa in front of her.
In the warmly decorated living room, a voluptuous beauty with full breasts and plump hips—a true temptress among women—knelt on the cold floor. On the sofa before her sat a handsome young man.
She wore a sheer erotic qipao. Around her slender, pale swan’s neck was a black collar. The qipao’s collar had four buttons undone, exposing her ample, towering snowy breasts. Her pink nipples were clamped with nipple clamps, each dangling a golden small bell beneath. Her pristine white wrists were locked in black leather handcuffs, a black chain hanging between them. Beneath her curvaceous, plump peach-like rear, her legs sheathed in black stockings gleamed with alluring sheen, her ankles cuffed just like her wrists.
This peerlessly alluring beauty resembled a female prisoner from an ancient dungeon, bound in irons. The jailer, captivated by her ravishing looks, couldn’t resist abusing his position to toy with and defile her.
Shen Qing’s alluring eyes looked up at Yang Haoran on the sofa. Her full red lips parted slightly, and a seductive, captivating voice emerged.
“I, Shen Qing, am a slutty, lowly mother beast of the human world. Today, I acknowledge my master.”
“My master is surnamed Yang, given name Haoran—the younger generation I’ve watched grow up. Yet this mother beast is wanton and cheap. Though I bear the title of his elder, I have disregarded propriety and shame, seducing my master time and again. Fortunately, my master has taken pity on me and not scorned this mother beast. Today, to express my gratitude, I take him as my master.”
“In this master acknowledgment today, this mother beast feels deep shame. I am unworthy of being human and voluntarily renounce human status, joining the ranks of pigs, dogs, cattle, and sheep. My master graciously assigns this slave to the dog registry, and from this day, I enter the dog registry.”
“This Bitch vows unwavering loyalty to her master and complete acceptance of all his commands and demands. The results of my execution must satisfy him. My master fully owns this lowly slave Bitch—without limits on time or place…”
Following the script, Shen Qing read aloud from the master recognition contract. Her voice was soft and magnetic, with clear rhythm, like a nightingale’s song. Just listening was a delight in itself, and the lewd words in her declaration only made one’s heart race and blood surge even more.
Yang Haoran’s eyes gleamed as he watched. The scene before him felt like a dream—unbelievable yet stirring uncontainable excitement. He stared at Aunt Shen’s plump red lips as they uttered vow after vow of submission, each word like characters teasing the strings of his heart.
The hazy, translucent erotic qipao, combined with Aunt Shen’s breathtakingly beautiful face, made her seem utterly debauched, utterly shameless, yet irresistibly soul-stealing—awakening the devil deep within one’s soul.
As the master recognition ceremony reached its finale, the final step arrived.
Shen Qing shifted slowly from her kneeling position. She lowered her upper body, her plump rear rising behind her. Like a Bitch, she went onto all fours, her delicate head inching toward the black leather handle lying quietly before her. Her red lips parted, revealing pearly white teeth that gently clamped onto the handle. Then she lifted her head, her amber eyes gazing up at Yang Haoran with seductive allure. Though she said nothing, her ravishing features and expression said it all. She waited quietly for Yang Haoran to take the handle—as if he were taking hold of the thread that controlled her fate, the other end a black shackle locked tight around her neck.
To grasp the black leather handle was to grasp her freedom, to dictate her life at will.
Yang Haoran’s cheeks flushed with excitement, his right hand trembling slightly as he reached for the leather handle in Aunt Shen’s mouth. This was a historic moment.
As Yang Haoran gripped the leather handle tight, Shen Qing released it with her teeth. Her delicate head lowered gradually, as if in utter submission.
Yang Haoran slowly rose to his feet. The tugged silver chain clinked against the cold floor with a rattling sound, gradually tightening until it extended to Aunt Shen’s slender, pale swan’s neck.
“Master.” Aunt Shen’s enchanting face looked up at Yang Haoran, her beautiful eyes filled with pitiable charm. “Please lead your lowly slave around a few times so she can learn how to walk.”
She wasn’t yet used to moving on all fours—or rather, crawling. She planned to have Little Ran lead her around the living room first to get familiar, then venture into the hallway.
This was part of the First Training Episode’s plot. The female lead would have the male lead train her for the first time—from the master recognition ceremony to exposure training in the hallway. In the hallway scene, the bell on the female lead’s nipple clamps would attract the side character Sun Ying, who would heap extreme humiliation on the female lead, giving her dual stimulation of body and soul for ultimate satisfaction.
