“Alright, Bitch. Master will take you for a little walk first.” At this point, Yang Haoran no longer addressed her as Aunt Shen. After all, her current identity wasn’t that of his elder anymore. She was the lewd Bitch beneath his crotch—a creature with no human dignity or freedom. Naturally, she wouldn’t receive even a shred of the respect afforded to a person.
Shen Qing’s eyes brimmed with anticipation. Being treated like a Bitch by Little Ranran was pure bliss for her. The more Yang Haoran humiliated and abused her, the faster her masochistic heart pounded. A faint blush crept across her stunningly beautiful face, and her lovely eyes overflowed with eager expectation. Even Yang Haoran couldn’t help but marvel at it. Aunt Shen truly lived up to her masochistic tastes—this kind of degradation was exactly what she craved.
One was willing to dish it out, and the other was eager to take it. The atmosphere between them was harmonious, and when paired with the utterly depraved and obscene scene, it took on an extra layer of erotic allure.
“Come on, Aunt Shen. Take a few steps. You need to learn how a Bitch crawls from now on.” Yang Haoran gripped the Black Leather Handle in his hand. He took a few steps forward, the Silver Chain clinking and rattling as it extended toward Shen Qing’s neck.
Feeling the pull at her throat, Shen Qing shifted her knees across the cold floor. She crawled toward Yang Haoran, moving as if compelled yet acting of her own accord.
“Ding-a-ling… Ding-a-ling…”
Her massive, snow-white breasts hung down beneath her, swaying and jiggling wildly—like coconuts on a palm tree battered by a fierce storm. Waves of soft flesh rippled with every movement, setting the dangling Golden Small Bell tinkling crisply.
The sheer erotic lingerie and transparent black pantyhose created a hazy outline of her enormous, plump peach-shaped rear. It looked just like a ripe, juicy peach—full-figured and mouthwateringly delicious.
As she crawled onward, that voluptuous ass swayed seductively, sending ripple after ripple through its meaty curves. The sight was irresistibly tantalizing.
Shen Qing moved on all fours, her limbs propelling her across the icy floor with great difficulty. Yang Haoran stood calmly behind her, admiring the way Aunt Shen’s plump peach rear twisted and shook as she practiced crawling like a Bitch.
The shrill jingle of the bell echoed around him, but he didn’t find it grating. On the contrary, it sounded like delightful music—rhythmic and uplifting, putting him in high spirits.
Shen Qing struggled to mimic a Bitch’s crawl, her delicate body quivering slightly. Her lustrous hair cascaded over her fragrant shoulders. This degrading posture—down on all fours like a bitch in heat—wrapped her human pride in layers of shame. An intense, unfamiliar sensation flooded her entire being, making her tremble uncontrollably. Her exquisitely beautiful face burned crimson with embarrassment.
She might have masochistic tendencies, but she’d never been properly trained before. No matter how wild her words had been in the past, they’d only ever been talk. Now that she was living it, the deeply ingrained education of her upbringing as a human clashed violently with reality. The overwhelming humiliation crashed over her like ocean waves, eroding her sense of self one breaker at a time.
“Player Shen Qing, Shame Value +30.”
Shen Qing had just circled the living room sofa twice when the System’s prompt chimed in her mind, as if mocking her humiliation alongside everything else.
Ignoring the voice in her head, she pressed on with her degrading crawl. Both learning the motions and letting the shame linger in her heart brought her exquisite pleasure. She savored the trembling of her soul. Her pussy spasmed and writhed below, leaking a steady trickle of lewd nectar that soaked the pantyhose around her slutty slit, giving it a glossy, obscene sheen.
No physical stimulation at all—just the mental shame alone—was enough to drive her wild, triggering an involuntary physiological response.
Yang Haoran eyed the darkened patch between Aunt Shen’s quivering ass cheeks. He stepped forward and touched it, feeling the slick wetness on his fingers. With a lecherous chuckle, he confirmed his suspicions: Aunt Shen’s pussy was already drenched.
Shen Qing shuddered as a hand suddenly groped her ass, fingers stroking her most private area. But she quickly composed herself and kept crawling, pretending nothing had happened. She had no intention of making a fuss over it.
As long as Little Ranran didn’t force himself inside her, a little fondling there was no big deal.
Yang Haoran slapped her plump peach rear, signaling her to stop. “Alright, that’s enough,” he said.
The smack sent waves rippling through her meaty ass. Full of bounce, it jiggled enticingly. Shen Qing turned around slowly on her hands and knees. Her gorgeous oval face was flushed with rosy hues, her amber eyes misty with desire. She shot Yang Haoran a playful glare, her full cherry lips parting in a coquettish whine. “What’s wrong, Little Ranran? Can’t wait to drag Auntie outside and let everyone humiliate her?”
“Heh heh…” Yang Haoran grinned with eager anticipation at the thought of what came next. His voice dripped with sleaze as he replied, “Aunt Shen, doesn’t getting humiliated by others count as a reward for you? Besides, you’re such a slut. Shouldn’t more people get to see your true colors?”
Shen Qing batted her lashes at him, her soft, seductive voice rising. “You said it yourself, so don’t go feeling sorry for your big sis later. Let her vent her frustrations—otherwise, she’ll turn into a bitter housewife, staring at Auntie all day like she thinks I’m stealing her man.”
She spoke with a mischievous smile, as if the one about to be toyed with and used as an emotional punching bag wasn’t her. These were scenes from the book once. Now, they were her reality.
“Aren’t you worried her husband might be home?” Yang Haoran asked with a laugh.
“Mmm~” Shen Qing pondered the possibility for a moment before parting her vermilion lips. “Probably not. He’s not in the book at that point. And even if some other guy sees Auntie, won’t that be your loss? Big sis belongs to you, after all~”
She switched freely between “big sis” and “Auntie,” her alluring posture a perfect blend of mature charm. Yang Haoran had to admit that Shen Qing was a true temptress. Not only was her curvaceous figure scorching hot, but every smile and gesture oozed the seductive allure of a prime MILF—different from his mom, yet equally top-tier.
“You’re no person, Aunt Shen,” Yang Haoran teased. “You’re just a dog. A Bitch, at that. If someone sees you, so what?”
“Hmph~” Shen Qing huffed in mock displeasure but didn’t argue.
“Alright, take off the qipao. It’s getting in the way while you crawl.” Yang Haoran had noticed earlier how the qipao’s hem dragged on the floor, hindering her movements and making things inconvenient.
“I’m like this—how am I supposed to?” Shen Qing shot him a look that said she thought he was an idiot, clearly venting her earlier annoyance.
“Uh… I’ll do it.” Yang Haoran scratched his head awkwardly. She was right. With her wrists and ankles bound by handcuffs linked by a long black chain, expecting her to remove the qipao herself was asking too much.
Yang Haoran crouched down. With Shen Qing’s cooperation, he undid the qipao’s buttons one by one. The fabric slipped away slowly, revealing her voluptuous, snow-white body—thrusting forward at the chest and blooming wide at the hips, with massive breasts and a fat, juicy ass.
