Dream Girl (2)

(ix)

An Shao Ting turned on his computer and slowly sipped his drink, somewhat absently looking at the details of Yuan Kexin’s rise and fall on the screen as she returned home from work the day before – this girl was no longer pure and innocent in his mind, and his feelings for her were actually quite different from before.

As with the last tape, Yuan Kexin didn’t do anything out of the ordinary – eating, watching TV, changing clothes, going to bed, very simple.

The screen goes black again, then green, then disappears. Then it brightens again – and I guess it’s time for morning – that is, yesterday morning.

Hey? Nope. Seems like it’s just a light that’s on at night – guess she had to go to the bathroom.

Yuan Kexin propped her upper body up from the bed.

Suddenly, An Shao Ting saw the girl on the screen jumping up violently, not at all like getting up in the night to go to the bathroom.

“Ah!?” An Shao Ting was stunned – Yuan Ke Xin violently ripped off her nightgown, revealing her naked upper body and panties, and with a “plop” rolled down to the bottom of the bed, lying on the ground to one side, and said in almost trembling tones, “Nu’er welcomes Master’s presence.”

There was no one visible on the screen on the side she was facing, but Anne Shawtin could already hear the sound of a window being violently pushed open – followed by the sound of a person stepping in through the window and onto the table.

An Shao Ting was so nervous that his heart could hardly bear it, a cool air rose from the soles of his feet, and the hand holding the mouse shook with a giddy joy.

Ah! There really is another ‘master’!

A dark shadow appeared – a man in a long robe, with a size comparable to An Shao Ting’s, appeared in front of Yuan Ke Xin, holding a black box and wires or something like that.

An Shao Ting couldn’t help but collapse into his chair in shock, so nervous that he could barely catch his breath.

The visitor’s bare foot stepped on her head, then his foot slid down her neck toward her back, and then slammed down again, and Yuan Kexin was stomped to the ground at once.

Without mercy, the visitor kicked her hard in the face again, yelling at her almost, “Why don’t you get your toys out? I’m going to punish you.”

Hearing this voice, An Shao Ting was once again shocked to the point of being unable to close his mouth – oh my god! This person’s voice actually sounded like his An Shao Ting’s voice – except that An Shao Ting never spoke in such a horrible voice and tone.

Yuan Ke Xin hurriedly climbed up and dragged out that box from under the bed opening the lid, kneeling to the side and said tremblingly to this person, “Nu’er please master’s punishment.”

“You bitchy slave, why are you moving so slowly? From now on, you remember, whenever I come, you get down and salute me immediately, understand?”

Without waiting for her to answer, the visitor unceremoniously grabbed her by the hair and threw her onto the bed, where she immediately cried out in pain.

An Shao Ting was so frightened by this brutal footage that his whole body was trembling, he was really worried that Yuan Ke Xin would suffer something untoward. It took him a long time to slowly regain his senses, knowing that what he was seeing now was only the footage from last night, and that just a moment ago Yuan Kexin was still fine, which at least meant that she hadn’t suffered any major injuries.

But watching this poor girl being abused by another inhuman man, An Shao Ting’s heart ached so much that it was almost dripping blood.

The man tore off Yuan Kexin’s only panties, and with a strip of leather from the box under the bed, he twisted one of Yuan Kexin’s hands behind her back and buckled one of her feet together, and tied her other hand and foot together as well — so that her whole body was forced to bow backward, her breasts stretched tightly in front of her chest, and her legs had to be bent backward and spread apart — so that her hidden private parts were fully exposed. apart, and her hidden private parts were fully exposed.

The man then picked up the box he had brought with him, inserted three or four wires into the box, and then placed the patches on the other end of two wires that looked like the patches used in hospitals for EKGs on the tips of both of Yuan Kexin’s breasts, and then placed the patches on the other two wires on either side of her exposed pussy.

An Shao Ting’s heart almost shrieked in shock: this is not going to electrocute Yuan Kexin, is it?

This person picked up the box, “heh heh” smiled grimly, and pressed the button on the top of the box with his hand – only to see Yuan Kexin’s body jumped violently, and her mouth let out a “ah! “A miserable scream came out of her mouth.

An Shao Ting was also as if he had been electrocuted, and his entire body trembled for a moment – he could no longer have imagined that this man would be so tyrannical as to be so cruel.

He was shocked to hear the man chuckle and say, “How’s that? You like the taste of electric shock, don’t you? Are you getting wet down there? Do you want it stronger?” As he said that, he pressed the button again and again, making Yuan Ke Xin’s body pop up by the electric shock one by one.

Yuan Kexin screamed miserably while still having to answer this man’s humiliating questions in a broken voice: “Ah… Ow! Ow! … slave… master’s punishment… slave… master… please spare slave…”

The man twisted a knob on top of the box without mercy, and when he pressed the button again, Yuan Kexin’s body apparently bounced even more violently, and the screams that came out of her mouth were simply heartbreaking.

“Ow! Ow… Master… Ow…”

An Shao Ting couldn’t stand it any longer, his whole body was so cold that it was as if the blood in his body had stopped flowing.

The man had finally had enough of the electroshock game, tossed the wires and the box that was apparently a battery to the side, and squeezed Yuan Kexin’s uplifted breasts violently for a while with both hands, then pressed Yuan Kexin’s head into his crotch, then grabbed her private parts with one hand – about the pubic hairs – and went as far as to cruelly use the grabbed pubic hairs to lift her bottom up and then down again. Yuan Ke Xin whenever he lifted her bottom up was completely using the back of her neck to support her whole body, chirping in pain under the man’s tyranny.

Suddenly Yuan Kexin’s “whimpering and wailing” became muffled – it turned out that the man had already opened his robe and rode on her head with his legs crotched, thrusting his ugly prick into her mouth upside down, and at the same time grabbing the girl’s pubic hair with his hand, thrusting back and forth into Yuan Kexin’s mouth like a horseback rider. thrusting back and forth in Yuan Kexin’s mouth.

Seeing these extremely tyrannical and abusive images, An Shao Ting was so angry that his whole body was trembling. He now understood why Yuan Kexin was like seeing the devil every time she saw him, and had no choice but to actively submit to him – Yuan Kexin was so submissive to this man, but still couldn’t be forgiven, and was instead subjected to more and more abuse and insults.

It was a long time before the man let go of her pubic hair and began to squeeze his hand as hard as he could on her upturned pussy. Then he picked up a dildo and thrust it in against her bottom – An Shao Ting was suddenly stunned by the shot – the dildo was not being thrust towards her pussy, but was being brutally stabbed into her anus.

The man brutally inserted nearly half of that dildo into Yuan Kexin’s narrow anus, and even grabbed the handle with his hand up and down and pumped it inside, and then just like in the horseback riding, he grasped the handle of the dildo with both hands, and thrust his lower body one by one into her mouth.

At this point, Yuan Kexin could only let out a terrible wail in her throat, her entire body twisting in tyranny.

As if the man did not find it enjoyable, he bent down and picked up a few balls strung on a string from the side of the bed, and started to stuff them one by one into Yuan Kexin’s pussy – five balls almost as big as ping pong balls were actually stuffed into her cunt by him.

The man’s sinister voice came again: “Hey, hey, hey, hey, you slutty, lowly slave, comfortable now?”

Yuan Kexin was sobbing uncontrollably by now – An Shao Ting could only hear her muffled moans and the “plopping” sound of her throat sucking on the dildo.

The man grabbed Yuan Ke Xin’s thighs with both hands and spread them apart, and even extremely pervertedly pressed his mouth on her pussy and sucked it violently, and his forehead deliberately pressed hard on the seat of that phallus that was inserted into her anus, bending it to one side.

The man’s side was facing the camera, An Shao Ting couldn’t see the man’s face, from the side view, he did seem to look a bit like An Shao Ting. An Shao Ting was stunned by the perverted behavior of this brutal man, his whole body was stiff, his hands and feet were numb, and his whole body was like frozen like he couldn’t move.

The man muddled the girl’s pussy with his mouth while thrusting his hips forward one at a time, ramming his rod in and out of Yuan Kexin’s mouth.

The man tortured Yuan Kexin in this brutal way for nearly ten minutes, then he pulled his rod out of her mouth, dropped her body violently, turned her parted legs to his crotch, half squatted and began to thrust his rod into her pussy – but he seemed to forget that Yuan Kexin’s pussy already had five little balls in it, and he could only penetrate the glans a little bit. could only insert the glans a little bit.

After a few strokes he suddenly roared in anger, pulled out his wet rod and at the same time pulled out the dildo that was in her anus, lifted her up, and actually began to thrust his prick hard into her anus.

Yuan Kexin had nothing left in her mouth by this time and began to let out miserable howls.

The man showed no mercy and continued to enjoy himself by thrusting into her nearly torn anus, making horrible “ow” noises with many insults: “You bitchy slave… ow! Ouch! You can’t even take a cock well, but you… you like to be fucked in the ass… you want me to fuck you all over your body… you’re so wet… you’re so wet… you want more… you want more… you want more… you want more… you want more… you want more… you want more… you want more… you want more… you want more… you want more… you want more… you want more! Ow! Ow!”

Soon, An Shaoting saw white froth oozing from the man’s rod – he had actually ejaculated in Yuan Ke Xin’s anus just like that.

He sat paralyzed on the head of the bed at once, grabbed Yuan Kexin’s calves and flipped her over so that her breasts were pressed against the bed, then grabbed her by the hair so that her mouth was right in front of his white cum-stained prick.

Yuan Kexin mumbled and swallowed her tears while obediently taking the prick that had just been pulled out of her anus into her mouth to clean it.

At this time the man was facing the video camera, in the light An Shao Ting was extremely shocked to see that this person really and he An Shao Ting look extremely similar.

No wonder Yuan Kexin recognized the wrong person! No wonder Yuan Kexin recognized the wrong person – not only did this person look like An Shao Ting, even his voice was so close.

The man roughly grabbed her hair and violently shook her head back and forth, letting his prick go in and out of her mouth deeply, all the while constantly taunting her with vicious words: “You bitchy slave, you like to be fucked by me, don’t you? Why are you so wet down there? I played with it, right? You get wet when I play with you, don’t you? You want me to fuck you when you suck my cock hard, right? You’re such a slut, but you still want me to fuck you…”

As if he had quickly regained his strength in Yuan Kexin’s mouth, he straightened up again and untied her hands and feet, then tied both of her hands to the iron frame at the head of the bed and made her kneel on the bed with her face to the wall. He went back and picked up the dildo from earlier, pressed its seat to the wall in front of Yuan Ke Xin’s mouth, and then forced her to take it against the wall.

An Shao Ting’s two eyes were almost on fire when he saw this, and the blood in his heart boiled with anger.

The man wasn’t finished. He came behind Yuan Kexin and thrust violently against her pussy. Yuan Kexin’s entire body was rushed forward, the dildo in her mouth pierced deep into her mouth – a low roar of pain escaped from her throat.

The man about then realized that Yuan Kexin’s pussy was still stuffed with small balls, he angrily snapped his fingers violently at her vagina, and finally grabbed the string and violently yanked the string of balls out of her pussy hole, followed by Yuan Kexin’s “ah”.

of a miserable yelp, and a string of liquid flew out of her pussy along with the little ball.

With no more obstacles in his way, the man shoved his meat stick into Yuan Kexin’s pussy in one go and began to thrust violently behind her.

Yuan Kexin’s body was being pushed back and forth under his thrusts, and the dildo pressed against the wall was moving in and out of her mouth. She kept making “whimpering” sounds under the attack of the two dildos, one real and one fake.

These shots looked at An Shao Ting’s body shivering, his mind dizzy, his heart like a huge stone pressed, suffocating him so much that he could not breathe.

The man soon reached another climax – he gave a violent forward thrust that crushed almost Yuan Kexin’s entire face against the wall – and that dildo poured deep into her throat in one go, so that she couldn’t even make a sound.

An Shao Ting was so shocked that he couldn’t close his mouth – he was really worried that that dildo would be shoved whole into Yuan Ke Xin’s stomach.

The man finally finished venting his animalistic desire, he then untied Yuan Kexin’s hands. Yuan Kexin collapsed on the bed at once, the dildo in her mouth slipped out halfway, and a large amount of saliva flowed on her chest.

The man violently chopped at Yuan Kexin’s head twice and yelled something at her. Yuan Ke Xin immediately jumped up in shock and hurriedly crawled over to help him lick and suck his softening prick clean. The man didn’t seem to be satisfied yet, and still kept slapping her spine.

Seeing this scene of brutal tyranny, An Shao Ting now fully understood why Yuan Ke Xin would tremble in fear whenever she saw him – this was simply too inhuman. This man was simply a beast – a beast without humanity.

The man also kicked Yuan Kexin violently before leaving, then jumped out of the window and disappeared into the night.

An Shao Ting forced himself to hold back the anger in his heart as he watched the entire tyrannical scene unfold.

His heart was filled with indescribable sadness and anger, and his forehead felt like a mass of vapor, and he felt as if he were about to explode at any moment.

The bravado he had felt a few days ago was completely revitalized – even more so than that – and the only thing that went back and forth in his head was, “I’m going to kill that bastard! I’m gonna kill that asshole!”

He suddenly realized that this girl was so pitiful that he couldn’t help but let his tears water down – she was too pitiful. It was so hard to meet him, An Shao Ting, only to be treated mercilessly and humiliatingly by him mistaking her for a self-mutilator.

He remembered that just two hours ago he had poured urine on her – he, An Shao Ting, was hardly a human being!

An Shao Ting’s heart ached so much that it was almost dripping blood. He gripped his hair tightly and pulled it desperately and violently, almost pulling his scalp up – he hated himself, he really hated himself too much for misunderstanding such a poor girl like that.

He cursed himself constantly, while painfully watching the screen as the girl of his dreams sobbed and cleaned up her room, sitting silently at the end of her bed with her knees wrapped around her and fuming – he knew that she was going through extreme pain in her heart, and most of all she needed someone to comfort her and protect her.

However, he had hurt her once again tonight – after she had just gone through the tyranny of last night, he had gone so far as to abuse her in that nasty way. Wasn’t this the same as him being in cahoots with that asshole, taking turns to tyrannically torture her – she was the girl of his dreams?

It took a long time for him to come out of that extreme shock, and gradually he could begin to think with his senses. He knew that he could not undo the past, and now it was time to think about how to cope with this extremely unexpected situation – in fact, this situation was not unexpected, he had been waiting for this person to appear all along, it was just that from the day before yesterday he had somehow gotten carried away, and even misunderstood that the girl of his dreams was a perverted self-mutilator.

Suddenly, he realized that now that the truth of the matter was this way, it rather gave him a strange sense of relief – since he had discovered the existence of this tyrannical man, it also proved that his Yuan Kexin had never lied to him.

For several days he had been immersed in that great heartache that comes from finding out that he has been deceived by the woman he loves so much, and now that he suddenly realizes that it was all a misunderstanding, the sense of relief in his heart is a great relief.

Well, all misunderstandings have been resolved, and now it’s time for him to be a hero.

You can’t hide if you want to – you have to kill!

Only by killing this inhuman fellow, Yuan Kexin whom he loved deeply could be completely rescued from her sex slave status, and they could restart their relationship Of course, he would not have to let Yuan Kexin know of his existence as a fake master as he had planned before, so that he could take over his master position after he killed this fellow. He would also maintain this master-slave relationship with Yuan Kexin all the time, but he would never use violence to maintain it – instead he would use his love for her.

He rewatched the videotape again carefully. The man on it resembled himself, but there were some differences, judging by his stiff expression – the man’s face was somewhat darker, his hair was disheveled, he was unkemptly dressed, and his tone of voice had little rise or fall.

Regardless of what he looks like, the main thing, is to discover where he lives. An Shao Ting decided that from today onwards he would wait outside the girl’s room night after night, and would never retreat like he had done in the past when he couldn’t wait for a couple of nights.

He dumped that tape to where the man had jumped into Yuan Kexin’s window, confirming out that time as two o’clock in the middle of the night – he still had a lot of lead time now.

He took a shower, put on his robe, and refreshed himself.

He meditated on the whole thing again from the beginning – he didn’t want to make any more mistakes. He picked out a set of black pants and a dark gray shirt – a color that would make it easy for him to follow people at night without being easily spotted.

He untied the robe he had draped over him after his bath, and was about to change his nightshirt into it – when, suddenly, he saw the position in which he had untied his robe, and a very strange feeling came over him. His heart pounded – he suddenly remembered that the man had undone his robe in exactly the same position.

He took a closer look at his bare feet and the strange feeling grew stronger.

He stormed over to the computer and put the tape into freeze-frame of the man in the robe – oh my God! That robe was no robe – it was just an ordinary nightgown.

He zoomed in on the image more carefully, and a chill rose up his spine – the pajamas were almost identical to the robe he was currently wearing – the one he usually always slept in.

That’s not possible!

Instinctively he could not believe his own ridiculous ideas. This kind of robe would be worn by any young man; it was at best a small coincidence. Besides, he had never known Yuan Kexin before – much less where she lived.

But the doubt in his mind grew – the more he looked at the man in this screen, the more he felt that… He only felt that the blood in his body had almost cooled down to a frozen state, and a cold feeling at the back of his head made him turn back to inspect it several times in shock.

Of course he didn’t believe in gods or ghosts. But this coincidence…

This is ridiculous! This is ridiculous! He kept repeating it in his mind.

He remembered that he had never observed this man – four nights in a row, six whole nights in a row, and he had never seen this man come – in fact, as long as he was awake, this man would never come… -And if he went home for the night to sleep…

The coolness on An Shao Ting’s spine grew heavier and heavier, and two horrible words kept flashing and enlarging in front of his forehead – ‘sleepwalking’.

He knew it was too serious for him to take a wild guess based on a robe and a few coincidences.

He suddenly remembered that he had a scar on the left side of his abdomen from when he was a child. Immediately he tensed and slowly played the picture forward – until it stopped where the man was naked and facing the camera.

He looked closely at the man’s spot – huh? His heart was sinking. He pressed the mouse as hard as he could with a trembling hand, carefully zooming in on that area.

“Ah!!!” An Shao Ting sat paralyzed in his chair, his entire body trembling in an inexplicable fear.

He can’t believe this!

He couldn’t believe the absurd, horrifying possibility – that the inhuman, brutally abusive bastard who had abused the girl of his dreams could be himself – An Shao Ting – sleepwalking in the An Shao Ting!

Sleepwalking! — To An Shao Ting, the word had never been a term that gave him the creeps. He had been told by his parents when he was still in about elementary school that he had sleepwalked at night a few times – getting up on his own and going to the kitchen to find food, and even making his own fried eggs to eat.

He grew up hearing three of the most horrifying stories about sleepwalking: an Antarctic expedition member who always dug up the bodies of his dead teammates in the middle of the night while sleepwalking. There was also a college student who dug up the bones of the dead in their graves every night in the middle of the night. There is an even more horrifying one, is a sleepwalking medical student every day to sneak into the morgue to steal the dead meat to eat.

As soon as he recalled the three stories, his whole body was covered in sweat and goose bumps.

So when he knew he could sleepwalk at that time, he was really extremely shocked, and he had a sleep disorder for a long time, and finally his parents had to take him to see a doctor, and somehow, it really cured him later, and he didn’t do it again.

But he could no longer expect that after all these years he would suddenly be guilty of this again.

He remembered now that he had wondered why the face of this girl he had never known before had suddenly appeared in his dreams, and he also remembered that he had felt an indescribable sense of familiarity when he first went to Yuan Ke Xin’s room.

Everything was just this one possibility! –But his mind was completely confused!

He felt weak all over, his limbs were cold, his torso was too stiff to move, as if the blood in his body had stopped flowing, and his brain was so numb that he could no longer think.

(x)

An Shao Ting sat dumbfounded in front of the computer, slowly regaining some consciousness after a long time.

His mind began to clear – he suddenly realized that things might not be as horrible as he had begun to think. And quite the contrary, if things were really like this, then everything became quite simple – he at least no longer had to go out and kill people to break the law; moreover, the girl he adored in his heart had not been violated by another man – a huge piece of An Shao Ting’s heart’s heartache. In addition, he no longer had to worry about dressing up as the girl’s ‘master’ would be revealed – he was the ‘master’, absolutely real – and of course he would change his position in Yuan Ke Ke’s life. -Of course he would change his image in Yuan Ke Xin’s mind and never play that tyrannical sadist again.

When he thought of the horrible tyrannical and cruel look of himself in that videotape, he felt a burst of hair in his heart. He really did not dare to imagine that he could be so brutal, practically possessed by the devil. The girl of his dreams, because of this terrible problem of his, I do not know how much tyranny and torture – if she knew, what would she think?

An Shao Ting was suddenly scared again when he thought of this. He didn’t dare to imagine what Yuan Kexin would think if she knew that his so cruel behavior was all his dreaming.

She was bound to hate him with a passion. She must have been mortified. She must have had a nervous breakdown – the blow must have been too cruel for her.

She might not believe him at all-it was impossible for her to believe that the inhuman abuse she had suffered for so many days could have been his dreaming-how could she believe it? If he had repented to her and asked for her forgiveness, she must have thought that his story of sleepwalking had been made up to lull her-after torturing her so cruelly for so long, to try to trick her into loving him with such a preposterous tale.

She may never forgive him!

Gosh! The pain in An Shao Ting’s heart at the thought of this was hard to express – he would have preferred that ‘master’ to be another person instead of him now – so that he could have killed that person and And gain the love of his dream girl. And now… this new fear – that he might lose her – the girl of his dreams – forever, made his heart ache like a knife.

He didn’t want to think like that anymore.

Ah? No! Never let Yuan Kexin know about the connection between this and sleepwalking!

His mind suddenly cleared. He knew this was the best course of action-yes! She must not be allowed to know the secret-to keep her in the dark forever. It would be unfair to her, but he was doing it for her good after all-he was truly doing it for her good.

What about later, when he started to still be able to appear before her as ‘master’. Just like he had always planned before – to turn their perverted master-slave relationship into a normal love relationship.

He vowed he would win her with love, not violence.

But – all good ideas come with a caveat: he has to be cured of this sleepwalking problem of his.

Only by curing this problem could Yuan Kexin no longer suffer from that inhuman torture and tyranny.

An Shao Ting figured this out and felt slightly better in his heart.

He even went to the Internet and searched around using sleepwalking and Sleep Walking as keywords, and he read a lot of introductions about it on foreign websites, which made him understand that sleepwalking is a kind of sleep disorder, which is very common among children, and about more than ten percent of them will have sleepwalking more than once or twice. However, it is not common in adults and if it occurs, you need to see a doctor immediately.

There was a lot of stuff on the internet, but it finally made An Shao Ting realize one thing: sleepwalking is a sleep disorder that can be treated. Knowing this made him happy, and he was ready to go to the doctor first thing in the morning.

He tied the handle of his room door tightly with wire, and got a lock to unlock the door from the inside. He thought for half a day with the key to this lock, and finally hid it in the top corner of a cabinet drawer and covered it with a few layers of clothing.

He took off the nightgown, stuffed it into the bottom of one of the boxes, and changed into a sporty outfit. He had just gotten into bed when he got up again, found another piece of thin wire, moved the chair in front of the window out of the way, then tied the pins on the window tightly back with wire to the hooks on the window sill, and brought in a lock to lock it with, and tossed the key, dry-bent not bent, into the trash.

Having done this, he was still unsure, and dragged the cabinet over to the window to block it completely, then he sat down on the bed, and then tied both his feet tightly to the bed frame with rope.

He knew that there could be no permanent solution to the problem. He would go to the doctor in the morning – but he had to prevent him from “disturbing” his poor dreamer again tonight.

It was only after he lay down on his bed that he felt exhausted. These days, both mentally and physically, he was too tired.

He couldn’t fathom how he could do so much sleepwalking and then not remember at all that he had done something so tyrannical in his dreams. — It seemed like he had never had this type of dream since he was a child. What he couldn’t understand even more was how he could have found this girl he didn’t know’s place in the middle of the night and raped her in the most brutal way possible – this kind of tyranny was something he had always hated and resented so much that he never bothered to read those violent pornographic things carefully in the Yuan Yuan website.

He really couldn’t calm down inside – this poor Yuan Ke Xin had really been conditioned by him in his dream to become a sex slave who didn’t dare to disobey him in any way while not daring to go to the police – the fear inside her had surely caused her to lose any courage to resist.

He couldn’t get his mind around the whole ridiculous thing. His mind grew heavy and didn’t last long before he drifted off to a deep sleep in his bed.

When he woke up the next day it was morning and he felt like his mind was a mess. He felt like he had had many horrible dreams during the night, but couldn’t remember what they were about.

Suddenly he remembered the videotape he had watched last night and the horrible things about sleepwalking. He vaguely felt like he was dreaming all this, but he was getting more and more lucid in his head.

He was about to jump out of bed when he realized that his feet were tied tightly to the bed. He was shocked at first, then immediately remembered what he had done before he went to bed, and felt happy: it seemed that last night he had been lying in bed without leaving the room.

He unwrapped himself and was more than a little relieved to find that the wire and lock on the front door were still intact. Looking again at the window, the locker he had dragged over there yesterday was still in the same place.

He climbed up and dragged the cabinet out of the way to let the early morning sunlight into the room. Suddenly, he saw that the wire he had tied the pins to yesterday was still tied there, but had obviously been cut through the center by something.

A huge wave of cool air surged up his spine, and his whole body was gripped by a kind of extreme fear – he just felt like there was a terrible demon inside his body that he couldn’t get rid of.

He frantically ran to Yuan Kexin’s place, climbed through the fire escape to the platform in front of her window, and then crawled into her already empty room. He switched out the tape from that vent, then frantically rushed home and inserted it into the playbox attached to his computer.

The scene begins in the same room as last night after he left – an empty messy bed, and Yuan Kexin can be heard showering in the toilet – she must be washing the urine he poured on her off.

An Shao Ting has no patience for this and eagerly skips past it quickly until the shot of Yuan Kexin resting her lamp and sleeping.

Then, once again, a bright light appeared on the screen – Yuan Kexin turned on the light, violently took off her pajamas, fearfully jumped up from the bed, facing the window and fell to the ground, saying “Nu’er welcome the master’s visit”.

Then a dark figure appeared – not in a robe but in a sweatshirt – An Shao Ting – and he was holding several extremely thick chains.

In the camera An Shao Ting frantically kicked Yuan Kexin’s body, his mouth was still scolding: “Bitch slave! Do you want to stop me from coming? What? You want to lock me up, don’t you?”

“Ah… no… no… no… my slave welcomes Master’s presence.”

“Lock me up? It’s not that easy. You bitchy slave.”

“Ah…”

An Shao Ting was shocked as he watched himself on camera violently grab Yuan Kexin’s hair and throw her onto the bed with force, ripping the panties off of her body as he did so, and then wrapping her feet tightly together with the chains he had brought with him before pulling one end of the chain to tie it to the end of the bed. He then went to the other end and pulled Yuan Ke Xin’s hands up, pulling them violently towards the end of the bed until her body was stretched tightly, and then he jumped over and used the other two chains to tie Yuan Ke Xin’s two hands separately to the sides of the bed frame.

Yuan Ke Xin leaned back and cried, almost sobbing uncontrollably, saying : “Master please punish Nu’er.”

From the camera came An Shao Ting’s ferocious yelling and cursing: “You bitchy slave, how dare you try to lock me up and prevent me from coming? I’ll beat you to death, you bitch.”

“Ah… Nu… no… Nu… Nu… likes Master to punish… ah… nu… nu…”

Sleepwalking An Shaoting took another leather thing from the box under the bed and tied it to Yuan Ke Xin’s pussy, as if he was putting a chastity belt on her, tightening it into her skin. Then he went to the box and took out a thin chain-like thing, with something attached to the top ends – An Shao Ting quickly realized what it was – it was two clips, and they were round clips – he had brutally tied Yuan Kexin’s pussy to a chastity belt, as if he was putting a chastity belt on her. -He even brutally clamped the clamps on Yuan Kexin’s two breasts.

An Shao Ting finally realized that the two round bruises on Yuan Ke Xin’s breasts were actually pinched out in this way.

Yuan Kexin’s eyes filled with tears as she was pinned down, her lips trembling in pain, her pitiful appearance causing An Shao Ting’s eyes to fall out in shock – he couldn’t look away, finding it hard to believe that the devil in the camera was himself.

However, the camera didn’t just clamp Yuan Kexin’s breasts down – he literally inhumanly pulled up the chain between the two clamps, pulling her body hard up into the air – Yuan Kexin let out a shocking scream.

He violently threw down the chain on the clamp, quickly took off his sweatpants, sat across Yuan Kexin’s cunt, ripped that leather chastity belt away and threw it away, used both hands to spread her already tied legs a little bit as far as he could, and then plunged his prick into the girl with a jerk, and then lifted up the chain in the middle of the clamp, as if he were lifting the stiffening rope on a horseback ride, and undulatingly thrusting it at her lower part one after the other.

Yuan Kexin pleaded in agony at his brutality, “Oh… ah… master… spare my child… ah… ah…”

In the sleepwalking, the inhuman An Shao Ting only cared about his own lustful pleasure, while thrusting, but also one by one like pulling the “stiff rope” to pull the chain attached to the breasts, pulling Yuan Kexin almost to the point of pain to be out of breath.

After thrusting for a while, he moved to the top of Yuan Kexin’s face and inserted his erect rod backwards into her mouth, then lifted the chain again, once again lifting up and down with all his strength, letting his rod mash around in her mouth.

Yuan Kexin’s body twisted in tyranny, her entire face pressed into his crotch, and a dull, heartbreaking wail escaped her throat.

An Shao Ting’s whole body was cold and his scalp was numb, he simply couldn’t bear to see that he would do such tyrannical and horrific acts to this poor girl in his dream.

Dreamily, he tortured Yuan Kexin like this for a long time, slamming the chain on her breasts, and then untying both her arms and legs from the bed frame – not done yet, he pulled the chain on her breasts with one hand, and forcefully pulled her whole body off the bed – Yuan Ke Xin held her breasts up in extreme pain, trying her best to move in the direction of his pull.

He pulled the chain in circles around the house, Yuan Ke Xin was on the ground, still dragging two chains on her hands, fighting to hold her chest up and crawling closely after him – the sound of agonizing sobs strongly shook An Shao Ting’s heart.

He finally sat down in his dream, and as soon as he pulled Yuan Kexin closer to his crotch, she hurriedly took the initiative to take a bite into his rod, sucking and licking hard to please him, doing her best to make him happy.

In this way he still kept thinking of ways to torment Yuan Kexin – pulling hard on the chain that was attached to her breasts, or grabbing the chain that was tied to her hands and whipping her spine, leaving a bloody mark on it, with insults and mockery coming out of his mouth.

Yuan Kexin frantically bobbed her head up and down faster and faster under his crotch, desperately wanting to satisfy his animalistic desires as soon as possible so as to put an end to the inhuman torment she was being subjected to.

In the middle of sleepwalking, An Shao Ting grabbed Yuan Ke Xin’s hair fiercely, pressed her head fiercely down on his crotch one by one, thrust his whole prick dead center into her mouth, then his body shook continuously for a long time without stopping – it seemed that he was shooting a large amount of semen in her mouth, as if all of it was directly into her throat, with Only a small amount of some white fluid was pouring out down the shaft.

Yuan Ke Xin was finally thrown to the ground by An Shao Ting who had finished draining his beastly lust, and as if she had fainted, she actually curled up motionless on the ground without any reaction – not even a moan.

An Shao Ting in the picture put on his clothes and hurriedly jumped away from the window, leaving poor Yuan Ke Xin fainted on the ground without moving – An Shao Ting stared straight at her with two eyes, so nervous that he could not breathe – after nearly five minutes, until finally Yuan Ke Xin finally slowed down and began to cough cane dead hard, coughing white semen in his throat into his hands, before An Shao Ting let out a long breath. The first time I saw her, I was so happy to see her, and I was so happy to see her, and I was so happy to see her, and I was so happy to see her, and I was so happy to see her, and I was so happy to see her, and I was so happy to see her.

An Shao-Ting’s mind shivered – once again he saw himself as such a tyrant – a complete demon in his dreams. He could feel an eerie coldness in his bones that went to the marrow of his bones, and the hairs on his body stood on end, and he felt that he had been possessed by a ghost, and could not get rid of the other horrible self in his body that had turned into a devil.

Gosh! Yuan Kexin had been subjected to an unknown number of such gruesome rapes over the past few days – An Shao Ting simply couldn’t imagine how he had learned these heinous and cruel tyrannical methods. These things just couldn’t be dreamed of making ah!

He subconsciously lifted up his pants and looked at his soft penis that had shrunk in his crotch, and couldn’t believe that it was still covered with Yuan Ke Xin’s saliva from before midnight.

He suddenly remembered that both times he appeared in the video he seemed to have brought a new instrument of torture with him: a taser or a chain. Where did he get these things? He frantically dug through the many old bills in the drawer and found his most recent credit card statement, which, not surprisingly, contained a number of items from a sex store – a store he knew of, on a street not far from where he lived, which seemed to be open 24 hours a day.

He went back into the drawer and found the bills for the previous months, and from the entries on them he could see that he had been buying from this store since two and a half months ago. He did a rough count and found that he had bought things from this store no less than three dozen times in all. It could be seen from the above that he had bought things there every few days – sometimes consecutive days – meaning that he would run to Yuan Ke Xin’s place on those days to torment her with the things he had bought – -Alas, An Shao Ting usually never looked at the records of his credit card bills, or else maybe he would have realized what was wrong with him a long time ago.

An Shao Ting’s heart was filled with fear, he really didn’t know what more serious things he would do – he would really go crazy if this went on. He didn’t dare to delay for half a second, looked up the nearest sleep disorder specialist on the internet, copied the address and quickly rushed downstairs.

He found the private clinic without any problem and was eager to find a doctor, but was stopped by the receptionist’s secretary: “Hey, sir, do you have an appointment?”

“Ah, I… I didn’t. I need to see a doctor, today.”

“I can’t, sir, we all have to make appointments here.”

“I… I… it’s an emergency… I have to see it today.”

“If you have an emergency, you should hurry to the emergency room of a regular hospital. We only see patients with poor sleep here.”

“I… I just don’t sleep well. You must let me see a doctor, I beg you, Miss.”

“Well then, in that case, could you… uh… come the day after tomorrow?”

“The day after tomorrow? No way. Absolutely not. I can’t sleep now – not even for a day – and I have to see the doctor today.”

The secretary looked at him frantically and somewhat guessed his problem: “Okay. You wait first, I’ll go and ask the doctor about it.”

“Ah, thank you so much then, Miss.”

Soon after, the lady came back and told him to get ready to see Dr. Wang and told him to fill out the form and pay first.

An Shao Ting is finally led into the doctor’s room. As soon as he enters, he begins to get agitated and tells the doctor that he finds himself sleepwalking at night and asks if there is a cure.

“Mr. Ann, how did you find out you were sleepwalking?”

“I… I… I filmed it with a video camera.”

“Aha, very clever. When did you find out, Mr. Ann?”

“Yesterday. Just yesterday, I… I… I’ve been waking up in the mornings lately always realizing that it seems like someone has been moving around in my room in the middle of the night, so I set up a video camera, and it turns out that I was sleepwalking.”

“Ah, that’s right. I see.”

“Dr. Wang, can this sleepwalking be cured? It’s so terrible that I don’t dare to sleep anymore. You must help me.”

“Ah, Mr. An, take it easy. This sleepwalking?is still a very dangerous disease to say the least, and must be treated quickly, the vast majority of which can be cured. You have done very right in coming to me so soon.”

“It’s a dangerous disease?”

“That’s for sure. Many a sleepwalker does what he dreams of in his slumber. Many times they are hallucinations. For example, some people ‘fly’ out of windows in their dreams thinking they can fly, with horrible results. Others get violent in their dreams and hurt not only themselves but others as well. There was a recent case in the state of Arison in the United States where a husband slashed his own wife twenty-five times while sleepwalking at night…”

An Shao Ting sucked in a breath of cold air. He took the doctor’s words at face value – he himself was unusually tyrannical in his dreams.

“So, Dr. Wang, would you say that a person does things in sleepwalking that he would never do and doesn’t like to do?”

“Ah, that’s hard to say. There are quite a few people who do in their dreams what he cannot normally do but particularly wants to do, and there are others who just specialize in doing what he least wants to do – dream theorists explaining this phenomenon often think that a person generally does not know exactly what it is that he likes to do in the depths of his subconscious mind – that you think that something you don’t like may be what you want to do most in your subconscious mind. What do you find you do during sleepwalking?”

An Shao Ting, of course, couldn’t tell the story of his tyranny and Yuan Kexin’s, and he was going to make up a false one to tell him – the main thing was to cure the disease, and it didn’t matter to the doctor what exactly happened to him in his own dream.

“Ah. I… will get up in my dream and make something to eat.”

“Haha, that’s right. You must always feel like you can’t get enough to eat, and you get up in the middle of the night to eat.”

“But I will eat… eat those fried eggs. I didn’t grow up loving those fried eggs, and I’ve never eaten them since I was a kid.”

“I understand. Did you grow up with someone who used to force you to eat fried eggs?”

“That to no. I just don’t like it. I don’t think that kind of stuff is to my taste, and I can’t get excited (sexually) when I see it, and the tyrannical stuff always gets to my heart.”

“What? Tyranny?”

“Ah… I mean, it’s… it’s very… it’s very tyrannical and cruel to have such a perfect looking egg broken and fried in oil.”

The thought of his true sleepwalking was always on An Shao Ting’s mind, and it almost almost leaked out.

“Haha. That makes sense to me. You usually have a dislike for those kinds of eggs because you don’t like tyrannical things. But it’s because you don’t like tyrannical things that you don’t like the way eggs kind of get fried, and you’ve never had the chance to try what that kind of egg really tastes like. And in some deep subconscious part of you, you just want to try to experiment with what that flavor is really like.”

“Huh? …”

“Bottom line, a person can never figure out what is really in their subconscious mind. What do you think your least favorite thing might be exactly what your subconscious mind wants to do the most?”

An Shao Ting was surprised and speechless by the doctor’s remark, and when he thought about the tyrannical pornography that had turned him off, he really didn’t know what to say.

“But, doctor, I… I’ve never fried an egg before, and I’ve never learned how to fry an egg at all, and I did it skillfully in my dream, so how could that be?”

“Ah, well, you’ve seen fried eggs before, haven’t you?”

“É… yes. On the Internet… uh, in the usual way, I have seen it.”

“That’s right. As you know, a person’s potential ability is very amazing and will definitely exceed your imagination. It’s just that it’s hard for the average person to realize their full potential. Not to mention something as simple as frying an egg, I once saw a patient who could take a radio all the way down and put it back up again in his dreams – and he’d never learned such a skill, nor had he ever seen a radio repaired. I also had a patient who could write extremely beautiful musical melodies in his dreams. I guess you could say that there are still many gaps in our understanding of human beings themselves…”

An Shao Ting listened to the doctor’s explanation with great interest, feeling really enlightened. He suddenly remembered that the most important thing was still how to cure him, and hurriedly asked, “So, Dr. Wang, you said that sleepwalking can be cured, is that right?”

“Ah. Yes. First, you have to know the general cause of sleepwalking, or how it happens.

Have any of your parents and grandparents, as far as you can remember, ever had sleepwalking?”

“It… seems… no. Could this be hereditary?”

“Not necessarily. But sleepwalking does have a genetic predisposition. The other main thing that may inspire sleepwalking is caused by stress in your life and chronic sleep deprivation. Your figuring this out will help you a lot in your treatment. Your occupation is… uh, software engineer, do you usually have a lot of stress at work?”

“Ç… normally it’s fine. But when it’s time to deliver, we’re very busy. At that time we would regularly stay up late and work overtime.”

“That’s it. In order to completely cure your sleepwalking, you need to pace your life and work well, try not to stay up too late, and adjusting your sleep schedule is very important. You could try taking a vacation recently to relax and unwind.”

“I know.”

“Also, it’s best to get into a regular routine and not constantly put your life in disarray.”

“Got it. And?”

“And well, it’s best if you don’t live on a high floor, it’s dangerous for sleepwalkers. It’s also a good idea to keep dangerous items, like knives, out of your reach.”

“Ah… is that all?”

“Also, you can drink more water before you go to bed each day. This pressure in your bladder will make it less likely for you to fall into that deep slumber phase for long periods of time, and greatly reduces the likelihood of you sleepwalking.”

“That’s great.”

“And yeah, you’d better not smoke. Smoking also increases your level of nervous irritability.”

“It’s no problem. I never smoke.”

“I’m going to prescribe two kinds of medicine for you now, and it’s important that you take these medicines on time.”

“Ah, great. I definitely will.”

“This medicine is mainly to treat your sleep disorder, this one is to reduce your mental tension, both are very effective. But you must take the whole course of treatment, and later, with a good lifestyle, you should be completely cured.”

“That’s wonderful. Thank you, Dr. Wang. You really saved me!”

An Shao Ting bought back the medicine and immediately started looking for an apartment to move to. He found a first-floor apartment on the other side of town, far away from Yuan Kexin’s place. From here, he had to take a bus to get to her place, and the buses didn’t run after eleven-thirty at night. He was sure he couldn’t get that far in the middle of the night.

After meeting the doctor, hope rose again in An Shaoting’s heart.

(xi)

It was two weeks after An Shaoting came to Yuan Kexin’s place again.

An Shao Ting spent two weeks recuperating in his newly rented apartment. During these two weeks, he strictly controlled his sleep and lifestyle habits, and strictly followed all the advice given to him by his doctor, including, of course, taking the two types of medication he was prescribed.

He also removed the video camera that was in Yuan Kexin’s room and installed it in his own house to observe him sleeping in the middle of the night – two weeks down the line, he hadn’t observed any sign of him sleepwalking. Every night he would often get up to go to the toilet, all because he drank a lot of water before going to bed.

After all this recuperation and adjustment, his confidence in himself was growing, and in his heart he was becoming more and more anxious to see the girl of his dreams – Yuan Kexin – again. He had been strongly restraining himself in the hope that after he had completely recovered from his illness, he would be able to restart a brand new relationship with the girl of his dreams – the kind of relationship that was still a master-slave relationship, but no longer involved tyranny and sexual abuse, but rather a kind of cordial, consensual male-female love.

Now it seems that this most crucial step – treating sleepwalking – has paid off.

The only thing left to do is to come to Yuan Kexin for the next step of his “transformation” plan – to use his status as the ‘master’ who Yuan Kexin still regards as the absolute authority to change Yuan Kexin’s psychological role as his extremely fearful sex slave, so that she will no longer just obey him out of fear of him, but truly love him and appreciate him for saving her from the nightmare of being abused. He used the fact that Yuan Kexin was still regarded as the ‘master’ with absolute authority to mentally and emotionally change Yuan Kexin’s psychological role as a sex slave who was extremely fearful of him, so that she would no longer obey him out of fear, but would truly love and appreciate him for freeing her from the nightmare-like abyss of tyranny, and would thus willingly give her body to him.

The damage to Yuan Kexin’s heart that he had caused could only be smoothed out by himself – this was called unringing the bell.

He tried his best to suppress his excitement, but he couldn’t control the hot currents in his body. As soon as he saw Yuan Ke Xin coming back from work, his heart was pounding with nervousness and excitement. He knew that there was nothing for him to worry about now, but the unexplainable nervousness in his heart made it hard for him to calm down at this moment.

He took several deep breaths in a row to stabilize himself; he didn’t want to make any more mistakes.

He held his breath and gently knocked on the door of the room. A confused sound seemed to come from inside – Yuan Kexin must not have expected him to come to her when she had just gotten off work.

The door opened and Yuan Kexin saw An Shao Ting at a glance and immediately revealed a look as if she was pleasantly surprised, making An Shao Ting feel very comfortable in his heart. He knew that this kind of look of hers was mostly because of the fear of him and deliberately showed it, but no matter whether it was sincere or not, the kind of surprise on Yuan Kexin’s face really made An Shao Ting happy to see it.

Yuan Ke Xin quickly closed the door of the room behind him, then turned to his body, quickly took off her outer clothes, wearing only her bra and panties flopped down in front of his feet, and said to him tremblingly, “Nu’er welcome Master’s presence.”

Everything remained the same – but An Shao Ting’s feelings in his heart were very different: he was no longer as surprised as he was the first time, but also had a lot of worry and fear; and no longer as later as the two times, she was full of misunderstanding and contempt. Now seeing Yuan Kexin, who was obedient to him, his heart was more compassionate, joyful and satisfied from the bottom of his heart.

He said to Yuan Ke Xin on the ground in a gentle and kind tone, “Get up.”

“Thank you master.” Yuan Ke Xin lowered her head, her body trembling slightly.

An Shao Ting looked at the half-naked Yuan Ke Xin, the passion in his heart began to swell, hating to immediately embrace her tightly into his arms to properly caress her. But he also knows that this matter can not be rushed, can not let her feel that he has become too fast too much, the most important thing is that he still hope to continue to maintain the master-slave relationship between them.

He leaned into Yuan Ke Xin’s body, her ethereal body fragrance made his heart swirl and his hot blood rush. He forcefully suppressed the stirring in his body, gently holding the girl’s arms with both hands, and wisping her hair back on both sides, his hands smoothly held on her shoulders, and tenderly said to her, “Nu’er, I’ll call you Meng Nu from now on, okay?”

“Ah… Nuyi calls her as her master calls her.” Yuan Ke Xin was obviously a bit surprised by the tenderness shown by An Shao Ting.

An Shao Ting continued, “Meng Nu, do you listen to me?”

“Yes, Master.”

“Okay, then, you kiss my mouth.”

“Ah… Yes, Master.”

Yuan Ke Xin seemed to be even more surprised. She had about never received such a gentle order before, having gotten used to the temperamental and tyrannical beatings of the sleepwalking An Shao Ting, she seemed to be very unaccustomed to An Shao Ting’s current tone.

With her eyes still tightly lowered, not daring to look directly into his eyes, she slowly leaned her own lips onto An Shao Ting’s mouth that had come over to her, making a rather raw touching kiss.

This was the first time for An Shao Ting to kiss the opposite sex, and he was too nervous to breathe, as if his heart had stopped.

Their two pairs of lips were pressed together for a while before An Shao Ting slowly steadied himself and began to press his mouth slightly harder against her trembling mouth, gradually beginning to experience the wonderful taste of kissing the opposite sex.

That instant An Shao Ting clear experience of his heart to Yuan Kexin’s kind of infinite tenderness and love, deep inside her emotions naturally can not stop upward, so that he could not help but use his hands to press Yuan Kexin behind the head, will be her lips tightly pressed on their own mouths, with the force of her lips in a hot kiss to stay.

An Shao Ting simply felt in his heart that Yuan Kexin’s lovely lips were not enough for him to kiss in his entire life, he really wanted to just keep kissing her. But he finally let go of her, and both of them twisted their heads away at the same time to gasp loudly.

He was very close to carefully appreciate Yuan Kexin’s cheeks which were suffocated and flushed, and his heart was filled with infinite love. He was really touched inwardly: for Yuan Kexin’s beauty, but also for their love journey full of twists and turns.

He calculated in his heart that if he could heal the huge heart trauma Yuan Kexin had suffered and bring true joy and happiness to her, he would be willing to pay even a greater price.

Yuan Ke Xin said anxiously, “Nu’er did not do well, please punish Master.”

Looking at her frightened and lovely appearance, An Shao Ting smiled from the bottom of his heart. He pulled her to the edge of the bed and said gently to her, “Mengnu, from now on, I won’t punish you as freely as I did before. Okay?”

“Ah… slave did not do a good job, please punish slave, master.”

Looking at Yuan Kexin’s panicked appearance, An Shao Ting knew that the mindset that she had been conditioned to for a long time could not be broken at once. He didn’t argue with her either, he just smiled tolerantly and sat himself on the bed, pulling her down to sit sideways on his lap, wrapping one hand around her waist while kissing on her face and neck.

“Monu, I know you had been used to my punishment, from now on, I won’t punish you with violence anymore, but treat you sincerely, what do you say?”

“Ah… Master should punish Nuru… Nuru often displeases Master and Nuru… deserves to be punished.”

“Ugh… Now that I’m happy, naturally I won’t punish you. Why don’t you thank me?”

“Ah… Thank you, Master. Nu…”

The look on Yuan Kexin’s face seemed complicated, unable to say whether it was surprise or skepticism or confusion.

An Shao Ting knew that it would take at least some time before he could convince her that he would not abuse her again. He was not in a hurry to let her “come to her senses” right away, but first utilized his supreme status as the “master” to have a good time with her first, and also to relieve his lust that had been gathered for two weeks and had not been given vent to.

He undid the bra behind her back with his hands, leaving her upper body completely bare, her beautiful breasts jiggling before his eyes. He wrapped one arm around her waist and squeezed both of her breasts back and forth, enjoying the flesh that was all his own.

“Dream Slave, since I am your master, you have to let me enjoy your body completely. Understand?”

“Yes, Master… ow…”

Yuan Kexin’s body started to react under his stimulation, which made An Shao Ting extraordinarily excited. He lowered her from his lap and took off the clothes on his body one by one before pulling down the last piece of underwear on Yuan Kexin’s body and held her naked body tightly in his arms, slowly experiencing the strange feeling of Yuan Kexin’s naked body rubbing against his whole body.

“Monu, kiss me well. You can use some passion!”

“┅Yes, Master.”

Yuan Ke Xin seemed to hesitate for a moment, probably not knowing how to call it kissing with passion, and somewhat flustered, she pressed her lips against An Shao Ting’s mouth. Her slightly opened mouth exhaled a hot stream that excited An Shao Ting. He defiantly met her mouth and began to kiss those intoxicating lips furiously, while embracing her body and collapsing on the bed, pressing her underneath him as both hands began to rub at her breasts.

An Shao Ting’s body slowly slid downward, his lips kissed from Yuan Ke Xin’s mouth over her chin, neck, chest, and then panned to her breasts, the tips of her breasts, and his open mouth took in the part of her breasts, greedily sucking and wrapping around it like sucking on milk, and then tenderly teasing her nipples with the tip of his tongue.

An Shao Ting was getting more and more excited, taking turns licking and sucking on both of Yuan Kexin’s breasts before kissing his way down from the center of her chest close to her smooth skin, over her belly button, then past her abdomen and into the jungle of her pubic hair.

An Shao Ting held Yuan Ke Xin’s thighs apart with both hands and opened her private parts, stretching out his tongue and kissing into her private place – this was the first time he had ever used his tongue to lick a woman’s pussy, the tip of his tongue licked into a piece of soft, moist and tender flesh, and the excitement in his heart was beyond words.

An Shao Ting used his hands to peel Yuan Ke Xin’s pussy lips wider and wider, thrusting his tongue deeper into her forbidden place, stirring and licking inside continuously, greedily exploring that wonderful forbidden place.

An Shao Ting raised his head in satisfaction, watching the tender flesh in her rosy pussy quivering with tightness and contraction, and couldn’t help but lick it with his tongue a few more times. Then he climbed up and knelt between Yuan Ke Xin’s thighs, rubbing his rod with his hand quickly a few times to stimulate it to its hardest, then slowly pressed it against the mouth of her flower core and was preparing to attack inside.

He raised his head at that moment and was surprised to see that Yuan Ke Xin had tears rolling down in bunches from the corners of her eyes on both sides. He was bewildered as to why exactly she was shedding tears, was she excited? Moved? Or humiliated?

He froze for a while, his rod rubbing against the mouth of her pussy didn’t dare to poke forward immediately, and inquired sardonically, “Mononoke, what’s wrong with you?”

“Nu… is… not good, Master won’t punish Nu…?”

Looking at Yuan Ke Xin’s pitiful look as she brought up punishment again, An Shao Ting felt in his heart that she was really cute, pitiful and a bit irritating. He realized that he simply couldn’t do normal communication with her now, she was moving around and stupidly mentioning things like punishment, always thinking that he would abuse her at any time.

He softened his heart and said gently to her, “Don’t you cry. I won’t punish you.”

“M… Master…” whimpered Yuan Ke Xin, but instead, she cried harder.

An Shao Ting felt a little guilty, but the bottom of the rod like a loaded bullet is ready to fire, now how can not insert the gun surrender? He asked again: “Monu, I’m going to go in?”

“Yes… Master… I’m sorry… Please, Master…”

An Shao Ting didn’t wait for her to finish her sentence any longer, and with one push of his waist, he inserted his meat stick deep into Yuan Kexin’s body, both his hands peeled up to her chest and wrapped around her shoulders, and his mouth slowly pressed down against her slightly open mouth. Yuan Ke Xin obediently wrapped both hands around An Shao Ting’s neck and obediently opened her lips, letting his tongue reach into her mouth and stir.

As soon as An Shao Ting’s rod entered the warm vagina, it immediately swelled to the extreme, an indescribably comfortable feeling came from his lower body, bathing his whole body in a kind of warm fervor, as he began to thrust in and out of Yuan Ke Xin one by one. His body was pressed tightly against her, his mouth pressed against his mouth, his chest pressed against his chest, that extremely wonderful stimulation made him completely forget everything.

“Ow!” He couldn’t help but let out a groan of amusement from the depths of his heart.

He reduced the speed of his thrusts, squirming slowly, savoring every twitch and friction on his beloved girl, all the while stirring his tongue uncontrollably in her fiery mouth, feeling the marvelous taste of the juices in that opposite sex’s mouth.

The pleasure gradually strengthened, his lower body became more and more swollen, hot blood surging throughout his body. He involuntarily accelerated his rhythm, his lips kissing indiscriminately on Yuan Kexin’s face and neck, his two hands tightly wrapped around her neck, and the movements of his lower body grew bigger and faster.

“Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow!”

His orgasm came quickly, and his entire lower body was working hard, as if he was trying to use his entire body to pursue the spellbinding and fascinatingly extreme sensation inside Yuan Kexin’s body.

“Ow ！！！！！！！！！！！”

He completely let himself go and shot a large amount of semen deep into Yuan Kexin’s body, reaching the most intense orgasm he had ever had.

For a long, long time, he lay motionless on top of Yuan Kexin’s body, slowly waiting for the soul-crushing pleasure to gradually cool down.

Ahh! Now that’s what I call real sex!

An Shao Ting was experiencing this evocative sexual climax over and over again in his heart, thinking that he could now have this beautiful and charming Yuan Ke Xin forever, and could have as much fun as he wanted, the excitement in his heart simply could not be expressed in words.

What a stroke of luck – it’s also just ridiculous to the core that it’s all actually thanks to his horrible sleepwalking disorder.

An Shao Ting lifted himself up and realized that Yuan Ke Xin was still silently huffing and puffing, her tears seemed to have dried up, but the melancholy and confusion in her eyes hadn’t dissipated yet. He knew that for Yuan Ke Xin to be able to go and experience the joys of gender coitus as easily and happily as he did, it might be a while yet, at least she would have to appreciate and appreciate his kindness and no longer be afraid of him before she could truly relax and genuinely accept his comforting touch.

“How about it, Monu? Like it when we play like this?”

“Ah… yes… master. Nu… as long as Master is happy, Nu…”

An Shao Ting could sense the insincerity in her words, but was still quite pleased. He climbed off of her and saw that she was lifting herself up to prepare to give him an after-cleaning, and pinned her down on the bed. As much as he enjoyed her services as well, he was prepared to slowly build Yuan Kexin’s self-esteem back up now. He was sure she would do this for him sincerely in the future, not just out of fear of his tyranny. And only then would he get both mental and physical satisfaction.

Such a docile lover really called An Shao Ting’s heart to blossom. He really couldn’t imagine how he had tamed Yuan Kexin in his dream at the very beginning, that time must have been full of violence and bloodshed. He might ask Yuan Kexin about the details of that time slowly and quietly after her psychological adjustment, but the whole history of that period would remain a mystery forever.

He put his clothes on one by one and said to Yuan Ke Xin, who was still lying on the bed, “Mengnu, go out with me to get something to eat.”

“Huh? … yes. Master… Thank you, Master.”

An Shao Ting observed that when she heard that he was going to take her out to dinner, her eyes suddenly radiated a kind of light, like surprise and disbelief, and there seemed to be a lot of fear and dread.

She didn’t dare to hesitate, and immediately began to pick up the panties and bra from the floor, while timidly looking at An Shao Ting, as if she still didn’t believe that An Shao Ting would have any good intentions in inviting her out to dinner so amiably, and it was only after she saw An Shao Ting’s encouraging gaze that she slowly wore them one by one onto her body.

Yuan Koxin opened her closet and looked through her clothes somewhat bewildered, hesitating for a while as to what to wear, but finally turning to An Shao Ting, she asked in a trembling voice, “What would… what would Master want my slave to wear?”

An Shao Ting had a very sweet feeling in his heart when he heard her question, it was like a wife asking her husband what to wear before going out of the house, it made his vain heart feel satisfied.

“Ah, you… just… uh, this one. This yellow one.”

An Shao Ting of course didn’t care at all about what she wore, he thought Yuan Ke Xin would look very pretty in anything she wore. He had never given much thought to what a girl should wear, and that kind of question was really hard to answer even for him, who had never had a girlfriend. But when he saw that yellow dress that she wore when she first met him at the ‘Fung Wah’ supermarket and sucked his dick, he immediately instructed her to wear this dress that he was very familiar with, and when he finished, he could still experience the satisfaction of displaying his authoritative position.

The girl complied and slipped the dress from her head onto her body, buttoning the dress carefully one by one. When An Shao Ting saw how she looked after getting dressed, he immediately recalled that first strange encounter at the supermarket, and his heart began to get excited again.

That strange encounter could be said to be a turning point in their relationship. Today, he took her out to dinner again, which could be said to be another turning point in their relationship, and it just so happened that wearing this monumental dress again was the perfect thing to do.

Yuan Kexin picked out the white stockings and slipped them onto her beautiful legs one by one, and found the orange high heels that matched her dress.

An Shao Ting stared at the dressed Yuan Ke Xin, his heart was really full of emotions. Just a few weeks ago, how could he have expected that he could have such a beautiful woman? At that time, he didn’t even dare to think about it.

He remembered the first time he saw Yuan Ke Xin undoing the two buttons on top of her skirt, and just the little bit of her breasts that were exposed had already made him instantly mesmerized. And now, he had been able to sketch every part of this fascinating body underneath the skirt quite accurately in his mind.

Before they went out, An Shao Ting called Yuan Ke Xin and said to her gently: ”Uh, Meng Nu, from now on when we’re outside I’ll call you Ke Xin; and you, call me Shao Ting. Don’t call me Master Nu’er in front of people, it’s not good for people to hear. Remember?”

Yuan Ke Xin looked up at him blankly, then lowered her head again and agreed, “Yes. Master.”

An Shao Ting knew that Yuan Ke Xin was still unable to fully believe his sincerity in telling her that he would no longer be rough with her, so it was necessary to take her out into the open and let her spend time with him in some place where she had a sense of security. Only in this way could she slowly forget his tyrannical side.

An Shao Ting led Yuan Kexin to the street, letting her hold his shoulders like a lover, the pleasure in his heart was indescribable, and his heart was secretly humming a little song.

‘Lovely Monu you kiss over here.

Kiss over here. Kiss over here.

We had great sex.

Please don’t pretend you don’t want me to love.

┅┅

I’m kissing left and right, up and down.

It turns out that my Mononoke is something else.

I’ve thought and guessed and guessed.

You have a strange mind, Mononoke.

┅┅’

He first took her to a rather fancy restaurant for dinner. Watching her flustered and nervous at a loss for words, he was rather amused in his heart. Then he took her to a movie theater, and regardless of whether she wanted to or not, he bought a ticket and straddled her inside to watch the movie.

In the movie theater he just kept putting his arm around her shoulders and was disciplined not to make a move on her, like a pair of first-time lovers, he consciously or unconsciously kept that point of reserve and shyness.

After having had his fill of lovers, he stopped by to bring her to the ‘Yuan Yuan’ Lantern Shop on his way back. Eating Yuan Yuan snacks at this place that held great significance to the two of them made his heart very excited and thrilled.

The only drawback was that Yuan Kexin didn’t talk much during the whole evening. Not only did she not take the initiative to say anything, but she also responded to An Shao Ting’s questions such as “Have you eaten enough” and “Is the movie good? The answer was always ‘master’ in her whispered answers, making him feel awkward. Luckily, there was no one nearby every time she spoke, otherwise An Shao Ting really didn’t know what to do.

An Shao Ting really wanted to accompany her on the street and keep strolling around like this, but Yuan Ke Xin was increasingly looking a bit impatient and anxious, making him think that it was best not to go too far on this first day, and that there would be plenty of chances to do so later anyway.

They returned to Yuan Kexin’s room door, and An Shaoting let her hand move away from his skeleton so he could open the door.

At this time, he realized that Yuan Kexin’s face showed a particularly disturbed and anxious look. Yuan Kexin opened the door of the room with an almost shaking hand, turned around, and looked at An Shao Ting with a very strange look, the corners of her eyes seemed to contain tears, and her lips were trembling but she could not say anything.

An Shao Ting knew in his heart that she must have been particularly touched by his gentlemanly demeanor tonight; she surely hadn’t expected that the once so tyrannical ‘master’ would have a very gentle side, and she must have wondered why he had suddenly begun to be so considerate and kind to her.

He smiled dashingly at her and said to her, “Monu, I’ve had a great time tonight, and I’ll be shopping with you like this more often in the future, what do you say?”

“¡… ah… what?”

Looking at Yuan Kexin’s disoriented appearance, An Shaoting said to her again, “I said, I had a great time tonight, did you enjoy us like this too?”

“Ah… yes… yes… yes… as long as Master…”

The look of obvious fear in Yuan Ke Xin’s eyes made An Shao Ting find it hard to understand. But he snapped to an understanding of why she was now suddenly fearful∶every time he had treated her most tyrannically, it had been in the middle of a late-night sleepwalk. So when it was now approaching nighttime, she would unconsciously feel a great fear in her heart at the sight of him – although she didn’t know about his sleepwalking, she must have already felt the great contrast between his different behavior in normal times and at night.

He said to her in a very gentle but serious tone, “I won’t go in. Sleep well at night. I won’t disturb you again in the middle of the night, don’t worry. I won’t come to disturb you in the middle of the night anymore.”

Yuan Ke Xin stared at him with tearful eyes, seemingly unable to believe his words, and asked him in a voice trembling with fear, stammering, “Master… don’t… want… to… have… slave… anymore?”

“What? Ah! How could I not want you? Didn’t I tell you that I’m having a great time with you and will still come back to you often, I just won’t disturb you in the middle of the night. Of course you will always be my good slave. It’s late in the day, so get some rest.”

Yuan Ke Xin’s tears could not be stopped from falling, and the look of pity, bewilderment, and fear in her eyes made An Shao Ting’s nose a little sore as well. He knew that she must be touched in her heart by his demeanor tonight, but she must also not be able to fully believe that her own nightmarish and miserable life was over, it seemed that only time would allow her to fully understand his kindness towards her.

An Shao Ting gave her one more affectionate look and resolutely turned away.

(xii)

An Shaoting had a handful of flowers in his hand when he came to Yuan Kexin’s place again the next day.

He was now like a boy in his first love, every moment his whole body was filled with sweet feeling, his heart kept calling Yuan Kexin’s name, and all that came to his mind was Yuan Kexin’s charming nude or semi-nude image.

He knocked on the door of Yuan Ke Xin’s room nervously and uneasily, like a rabbit jumping up and down in his heart.

Yuan Ke Xin slowly opened the door, but her face was unusually ugly, her reddened eyes as if she hadn’t slept all day – she was still wearing the yellow dress she had worn yesterday when they went out. She looked very confused and overwhelmed when she saw the flowers in his hand.

When An Shao Ting saw her haggard appearance, his excitement was swept away. He realized that Yuan Kexin might not be able to believe his promise to her at all, and she must have spent last night in a confused mood of great fear but also great expectation. It seems that he was too happy too early, to let Yuan Kexin’s greatly traumatized heart completely recover, may still have to work hard for a long time.

Yuan Kexin let him into the room, closed the door, and silently took the flowers from him and threw them onto the table without looking at them.

An Shao Ting suddenly realized that Yuan Kexin’s behavior today was very unusual – she did not, as usual, undress and fall down in front of him to say “Nu’er welcome to the master’s presence” that set of meeting “ceremony! She did not take off her clothes as usual and fell down in front of him and said to him, “Nu’er welcome master’s visit”.

He quickly calmed down, thinking: this may be a good sign – she may also begin to believe in his good intentions, at least she is no longer like before when she sees him will be trembling with fear.

An Shao Ting then greeted her with a smile on his face, “Meng Nu, did you sleep well yesterday?”

“┅┅”

“Ha, Monu, I was about to tell you that you don’t have to fall to the ground when you see me… Hey, Monu, what’s wrong with you today?”

Yuan Kexin’s face became even more ugly, and her eyes filled with panic, contradiction and anger looked at An Shao Ting as if she had shot two sharp arrows at him, looking straight at him and saying very hatefully, “You… you are not my master!”

Oh, yeah! So that’s how it was. It seems that Yuan Ke Xin has already figured out the drastic change in her ‘master’s’ personality.

An Shao Ting had long been prepared for such a reaction from her, he just hadn’t expected her to come so quickly and suddenly. But this was just as well, it just showed that she was still very clear-headed, not that An Shao Ting had feared that she would be permanently damaged mentally due to the long period of physical and mental torture she had been subjected to.

An Shao Ting smiled, put his face into her, smiled at her and said: “What? Do not look like? You take a closer look?”

“No! You look alike. But you will never be my master. Who are you?”

“Haha, Mononoke, if I’m not your master, then who would I be?”

“You… my master is never like you.”

“Yeah? What’s wrong with the way I look?”

“My master… he… he…”

“He’s not as good as me, is he?”

“Who… who the hell are you?”

An Shao Ting saw her that kind of eager panic look, but the heart is very relaxed. He couldn’t bear to tease his beloved any longer, and became slightly more serious, slowly saying: “Mengnu, listen to me patiently. I am indeed your master, there is absolutely no mistake. You may be strange I used to be so tyrannical to you, but now so good to you, is not it?”

“My master… he… would never allow me to talk to him like that.”

“Yes. Some time ago I was very brutal and put you through so much painful torture. It is very uncomfortable for me to think of it in my heart even now. But let bygones be bygones. I will never treat you as brutally as I did in the past, you can trust me…”

“You… oh no! You… you’re not serious. You’ll still punish me…”

“No! You listen to me. I’m not going to tyrannize and punish you any more, you can rest completely at ease.”

“You… you… it’s impossible. Unless, unless you are not my master. You’re not… you’re not at all.”

“Alas, Dream Slave, of course I am your master. I used to come at night, wearing a robe, and bring all sorts of torture devices, beating and scolding you, cruelly abusing you, and really making you suffer too much.”

“No! …”

“Monu, what do you want me to say for you to believe me? Do you expect me to inflict those brutal punishments on you again to believe it? I shocked your breasts and pussy with wires plugged into an electric box, and I clamped your breasts together with clamps with chains, and stuffed your cunt and anus with all sorts of things, all of which were such extreme atrocities, that it now gives me very cold chills to recall them. So I am determined not to do that to you again, believe me.”

“Huh? You… no. No… how could you be…”

“Dream Slave, you don’t need to doubt anymore. I am indeed your master. However, I will never let you suffer again. I will treat you well, just like yesterday. Okay?”

An Shao Ting slowly approached Yuan Kexin, holding her arms with his hands and stabilizing her body which was almost unable to stand. He knew that she was still having a hard time recovering from the shock of this beginning, and he was afraid that she still didn’t dare to really believe that her hard times were over. But once she understood and began to trust him, she would know how true and sincere he was to her.

Yuan Ke Xin’s two eyes blankly looked flatly at An Shaoting’s shoulder, seemingly still not believing everything he said: “Are you really my master?”

“Of course. Mononoke.”

“So you’re not going to punish me anymore?”

“Yes. Monu. I will never rough you up again, and I will never use violence to force you to do things you don’t like. Do you say yes?”

As if she had suddenly awakened, Yuan Ke Xin asked An Shao Ting sharply in an eager tone, “You… you… you don’t like me and don’t want me as your slave anymore?”

“Dream Slave, how could I not like you? I want you to be my slave forever.”

“So you’ll still punish your slave like you used to? You still will, won’t you?”

“No. I told you, I will never use any more violence against you.”

“I didn’t do well before, did I?”

“Monu, what are you talking about. I love you. I love you. And you’ve been doing just great, it’s all my fault. I won’t be violent towards you again.”

“You…”

An Shao Ting suddenly felt a look of anger and disappointment in her eyes that he could not understand at all.

“Monu, don’t you believe me? You think I’m lying to you about it all?”

Yuan Ke Xin suddenly threw away his hand violently and shouted angrily at him, “You go away! You are not my master! You can’t be my master!”

Yuan Ke Xin’s agitated appearance caused An Shao Ting great pain. He suddenly realized that he couldn’t even convince her to let her believe that he was indeed the master she had always called him – he began to regret that he had changed too much too quickly and too eagerly. As a result, the contrast between his character that appeared before Yuan Ke Xin now and his previous tyrannical temper was too great, so how could she not become suspicious?

An Shao Ting eased up a little and said more patiently to Yuan Ke Xin: “Meng Nu, I know why you would think so. It’s because I’ve changed my personality a lot lately. I used to be too violent towards you and made you suffer a lot. Now I want to change to change yourself, how can you not recognize me as your master? Do you have to see me being brutal to you to believe it?”

“Ah… you… your character… how can… it’s impossible. You can’t be my master, you don’t have to lie to me anymore.”

“Mengnu, I really wasn’t lying to you. I do have a clear conscience and I don’t want to subject you to more physical torture. Moreover, I think playing nicely like we did yesterday is much more interesting than that kind of tyrannical play. Do you like that kind of ferocity and tyranny?”

“What my master does to me is none of your business, he has the right to do whatever he wants to me. But you…”

“Is that so? Well then, Mononoke, then I also have the right to be gentle and loving to you now. I also have the right to choose not to tyrannize you anymore, right?”

Yuan Ke Xin suddenly looked unusually determined and looked straight at An Shao Ting with a very hateful gaze, saying word by word: “You… you locked up my master and came here to impersonate him. You can’t fool me, who are you really?”

An Shao Ting remembered that on that last sleepwalking night two weeks ago, when he had come here to wreak havoc, he had said something like “lock me up and don’t let me come”, but Yuan Kexin had actually taken it seriously. He felt that all this was so absurd and ridiculous, but there was nothing he could do about it.

“Alas, what do you want me to say to convince you? Let me put it this way, even if you believe that there really is another master with a violent temper, if he can never again come to abuse you, never again come to rape you as if you were his slave, to beat you and tyrannize over you as he pleases, would you say that you are happy?”

“Hmph! You turned out to be really fake! Ow… you… tell me, what happened to my master? What have you done to my master?”

An Shao Ting was somewhat amused by her words. But he was immediately surprised to note the concern for her “master” in her words – had her mind been twisted into the mental conditioning of a slave? Had she refused his offer to free her from slavery? Could it be that she was still living in a nightmare, accustomed to being the sex slave of that ‘master’ and unwilling, afraid, or unable to adapt to an independent life without him?

It seemed like it would take a lot of work to fully hypnotize her before she could do so.

He lowered his voice and said to her in a gentle but sincere tone: ”Mengnu, you don’t have to guess anymore. Your master is really me, there is really no one else. Do you still remember, I have a childhood scar on my waist, very obvious?”

An Shao Ting said as he undid his shirt and exposed his upper body to show her his scars.

Yuan Kexin stared at the scar with shocked eyes, and as she gently touched it with a trembling hand, her body suddenly sprang back as if electrified, her body pressed against the wall, and she looked at An Shao Ting with a horrified expression, murmuring, “This… impossible… you… ow… ow…”

An Shao Ting watched as the tears in Yuan Ke Xin’s two eyes slowly flowed down, the more they flowed, the more the teardrops gathered into a water line. Her lips trembled slightly, the more she trembled, the more intense it became, and finally she cried out.

Her cries grew louder and louder, and finally turned into howls. As she cried, she bent her back in pain, lower and lower, and finally couldn’t support her body, squatted to the corner, and finally sat down on the ground.

An Shao Ting was completely stunned – Yuan Kexin’s pain was so horrific yet real that it strongly ventilated An Shao Ting, who was standing to the side witnessing all this. Her every cry of pain was like a rope tied to his heart, gripping his heart one by one, piercing every cell of his body.

He never expected anymore that Yuan Kexin would be so bitter and disappointed after knowing that her nightmare life was over. His honesty with her not only failed to give her any comfort, but instead, it pierced her heart deeply and left her hurting.

How could An Shaoting not understand all this. Could it be that Yuan Kexin’s spirit had really produced a perverted inversion in the long and cruel torture, and had actually taken pain as relief, and relief as pain?

Masochist – the word that An Shao Ting had once hated so much resurfaced in his mind.

It wouldn’t. She might just not be able to accept this sudden and absurd turn of events for a while yet; she might just not be able to understand or believe the sincerity of his assurances that she would no longer be tyrannical. After all, he couldn’t very well explain it all to her-he couldn’t tell her that all the ordeals she’d suffered were just his sleepwalking-he couldn’t add more confusion to her already very confused mind-he couldn’t risk her permanent insanity. -he couldn’t risk permanently derailing her mind again.

An Shao Ting sat on the floor leaning against the foot of the bed, looking at his beloved who was sitting against the corner and lost her voice, numbly contemplating how to deal with all of this.

For a long time, they just sat there, the air in the room having frozen painfully.

Yuan Kexin’s cries gradually subsided, turning into intermittent huffing and puffing. The tears had already wet the yellow dress, reflecting the small white bra inside.

An Shao Ting finally couldn’t stand this horrible stalemate any longer and had to break the silence: “Meng Nu, do you really like it when I mistreat you?”

“┅┅”

“Do you… if you… if you really like it, I can… again… as I did before, and… also… also whip you, and electrocute you, and torture you with… other cruelty, and make you…”

“Ah… you… ow… really…?”

Seeing the demeanor that was suddenly revealed on Yuan Ke Xin’s face, An Shao Ting’s heart was violently stabbed – she had really been tortured by him to become a masochist. She had actually really wished for him to torture and tyrannize her.

“… Monu, you really like that, don’t you?”

“Oh…”

The pent-up anger in An Shao Ting’s chest grew stronger and stronger. He didn’t know who he should hate – this poor, but already somewhat perverted masochist, or himself, the cause of the whole thing. He jumped up violently and yelled at Yuan Kexin on the floor: “You… well then. You… you… bitchy slave!”

“Ah…”

“Why are you… why are you still sitting there? Why don’t you… climb over here?”

“Ah… yes… yes… master!”

When Yuan Ke Xin saw An Shao Ting who suddenly became tyrannical again, her eyes which had already been completely lost in thought once again flashed with lust filled vitality, and she immediately crawled to An Shao Ting’s feet on her hands and knees, and her mouth once again fearfully called out ‘master’.

An Shao Ting’s heart burst with an indescribable resentment, he squatted down, grabbed Yuan Ke Xin’s hair, lifted her face up, and viciously yelled at her, “Fine! You bitch slave, why don’t you take off your clothes, and don’t you take out all the toys?”

“Ah… yes. I’ll be damned… please punish Master.” Yuan Kexin agreed as she quickly removed her skirt, rolled over again and dragged the box out from under the bed, and once again crouched at An Shao Ting’s feet.

Seeing the box of messy torture devices, An Shao Ting was shocked again in his heart. He knew that he just couldn’t bear the thought of using these things on such a delicate female body, and even though he knew that she would rather endure these tyrannical punishments, he couldn’t lay his hands on them.

He lifted her leg with one hand and her skeleton with the other, and as soon as he did, he lifted her and threw her onto her back on the bed. Gritting his teeth, he picked out the whip from it and kicked the case under the bed again.

He swung the whip through the air with a “snap!” A clear sound of the whip rang out. Yuan Kexin’s body on the bed shivered violently, as if in the cold wind shivered, his mouth could not help but let out a wooing call, as if he had been hit to the body, the trembling voice was mixed with the hope of the waves of screaming.

An Shao Ting could no longer hold down the disappointment and resentment in his heart, and violently struck Yuan Ke Xin’s bra strap on her back with a whip, cutting a red mark on her body. Yuan Kexin grunted in pain through her clenched teeth, and her whole body trembled.

An Shao Ting’s whip went down, as if he felt his body being viciously whipped, and the bone-deep pain felt like a needle sticking into his heart.

His mind became blank, mechanically waving the whip, one by one, violently beating Yuan Kexin who was lying on the bed – his own body was also like being beaten, his whole body trembled in pain, and then finally from the pain became more and more numb, and his mind became more and more confused.

“Pah!” The bra straps on Yuan Kexin’s back were actually broken by the successive whipping blows. He looked at Yuan Ke Xin’s snow-white spine being whipped by himself, and stood at the edge of the bed, lost in thought. He couldn’t imagine that the feeling of whipping his beloved would be so strong, a hundred times more than what he felt when he whipped her last time.

Yuan Kexin’s body was shaking slightly, and the sound coming out of her mouth did not sound like pain, but rather like a moan of joy in the midst of pleasure.

An Shao Ting looked towards her crotch and incredulously realized that the lewdness oozing out of her lower body had already wet a large portion of her panties.

He threw down the whip in bewilderment.

(xiii)

An Shao Ting’s body drifted and whirled, slowly drifting awake from a kind of hazy dreaminess.

Some of last night’s moments drifted into his consciousness – the continuous whipping, Yuan Kexin’s heart-wrenching cries of pain, the wet pussy in the white panties, and the orgasm of his own rod ejaculating in the warmth of his mouth.

Yuan Kexin’s beautiful, clear face was reflected more and more clearly in his mind–he gradually recalled many details of last night–though they all seemed like a dream he had had.

First, Yuan Kexin no longer recognized him as her master; then the grief-stricken cries of pain that began when she saw the scars on his waist; and then the look of surprise that she revealed when she heard the words that he was going to go back to his old ways of tyrannizing her again.

An Shao Ting recalled that none of that was a dream.

He whipped Yuan Kexin violently, breaking the straps of her bra behind her back and beating her entire back to a reddish color. He finally realized that her panties were soaked under his whipping, and after peeling them off he confirmed that she was really sexually aroused and overflowing with lust while she was being abused.

He painfully threw down the whip and stood frozen by the bed. The whipped Yuan Kexin took the initiative to climb down, kneeling between his legs and pulling his pants off, working hard to lick and flick his glans with her tongue before taking his rippling rod into her mouth, gently and enthusiastically sucking him off until he ejaculated a thick stream of semen in her mouth.

He wasn’t sure if her sucking his cock was fulfilling her duties as a sex slave or if it was a grateful return for the whipping he had bestowed upon her. He just stood there, the intense stimulation coming from his rod kept reminding him of the oral service she used to give him in the elevator, but he no longer had the same physical excitement and soul-stirring feeling inside him that he had then.

He exploded violently into her mouth, the intensity of that orgasm still making his legs shake, but he could no longer experience that double pleasure, both mental and physical.

He just couldn’t believe that she really was a masochist, and he refused to believe it.

He pulled her up into a hug and embraced that flesh that belonged to him to the bed. He kissed her face, her neck, her ears and temples to his heart’s content, he gently stroked her bruised spine, told her he was sorry over and over again from the bottom of his heart and kissed the tears that flowed from her eyes dry.

The intimate embrace and friction of his body against hers gave him an uncontrollable erection, and he pinned her down on the bed, thrusting his hard rod into her wet pussy, thrusting passionately inside her, and shooting his happy semen deep into her warm cunt in an extreme orgasm.

He remembered lying on top of her for a long, long time after he had ejaculated, and slowly drifting off to sleep that way.

He suddenly came to his senses as he remembered that he was still supposed to be in Yuan Kexin’s room, right on her bed.

His eyes snapped open, the early morning sunlight already streaming into the room through the curtains.

He sat up violently and realized that he was indeed sleeping naked on Yuan Kexin’s bed, but there was no Yuan Kexin on the bed. When he looked up, he suddenly saw her – she was pathetically wrapped up in a blanket, sitting in the corner in a shriveled and bent position, the tear tracks under her red eyes showing that she had been crying for a long time.

He jumped out of bed with a jerk, looking at poor Yuan Kexin in confusion, not knowing what had happened to him while he was asleep.

Yuan Kexin slowly raised her head, looked at him with a godless gaze, and said coldly to him, “Go away.”

An Shao Ting was in a trance as he recalled everything from yesterday, still not sure why his Mononoke was now in this icy tone again, and a sense of foreboding rushed to his head.

“Monu, what’s wrong with you? I’m your master, why…”

“You go away. You are not my master. You go… please go.”

An Shao Ting was confused and nervous in his heart, wondering why she was arguing with him again about him not being her master. Could–could he have sleepwalked again in the middle of the night yesterday?

A cold breath rose from the soles of his feet. But, no? If he really did start sleepwalking again, he’d be mad at her again, so she should be happier, right?

“Monu, what’s wrong with you? Have you forgotten what we said yesterday? Have you forgotten my scars here? I’m your master ah, it can’t be wrong. If you like me to punish you, I will punish you hard, just like I did to you before. OK?”

“No! You… are not my master. My master has… you go away.”

An Shao Ting suddenly realized that when he spoke to her so gently, he naturally did not have that tone of a master to a slave. To make her recognize him as her master, he could only show his tyrannical temper.

With this in mind, he immediately pulled up his face and yelled at her in a fierce tone that was strange to him: “You… you bitchy slave. How can you disown your master? Crawl over here and see if I won’t punish you.”

Yuan Ke Xin sat with her head down in the blanket as if she hadn’t heard him, not moving at all to his ferocious commands. An Shaoting became more and more anxious. He yelled even more fiercely, “Do you hear me? If you don’t move… I’ll… well! See if I don’t punish you.”

While saying that, An Shao Ting picked up the whip he had dropped yesterday from the ground and threw a loud whip strike at the place where Yuan Ke Xin’s knees were wrapped in the blanket.

Yuan Ke Xin furrowed her brows and gave him a resentful look, not even moved by the whipping, still sitting still, and said to him again in an extremely cold tone: ”You go. You are no longer my master. You should not come in the future either.”

Seeing Yuan Kexin’s kind of eyes, An Shao Ting held the whip in his hand but couldn’t strike it down. He had mixed feelings in his heart, and his whole body was like a prickly needle full of pain and disappointment, stabbing him all over.

He suddenly understood Yuan Ke Xin’s mood – when she said that he was no longer her master, she was telling him that although she also recognized that he used to be her master, now he was no longer her master – he was no longer qualified. He was no longer qualified. If he wants to whip her and punish her, it will be on purpose, without any sincerity.

Great fear struck An Shao Ting’s entire body – he felt his entire body go cold, his blood froze in his body, and his heart was about to stop beating.

He was about to lose his Nu’er forever – the Nu’er that had kept him from his thoughts and dreams, the lovely Nu’er that had caused him pain and pity – she could only be the Nu’er of his dreams.

He was in a state of confusion, unable to move his whole body as if it were stiff, and unable to utter a word out of his mouth.

For a long time, he slowly put on his pants, put on his clothes, and walked out of Yuan Ke Xin’s room door in a daze.

The sky was clear, but it couldn’t erase the dense cloud in his heart.

Is he really going to lose his Mononoke? Oh, dear! That was horrible – that beautiful, charming body, that obedient, docile soul.

Didn’t she like being abused? Why didn’t she respond when he whipped her again? Did she think she hadn’t whipped her hard enough? Did she feel that his abuse of her yesterday was false and insincere? Did she have to have that kind of real, inhuman, senseless brutality?

Does he have to move back to his old place, start sleepwalking again, and torture her brutally in her dreams before she will recognize him as her master? Is tyranny the only way to maintain that kind of master-slave relationship?

An Shao Ting shook his head in agony. Even if he himself was really able to revert back to his original kind of horrific sleepwalking sickness, he couldn’t endure his own kind of horrific, inhuman, subconscious cruelty–and, even if he was able to reclaim his lost dream slaves in his dreams, but that was just a dream after all!

He doesn’t want dreams! He wanted real slaves – real slaves in this real world!

However, Monu is unwilling to accept him and recognize him as her master in the real world.

No way! He must go back! He had to convince his dream slave. Even if she didn’t want to recognize him as her master, as long as she was willing to have him as her friend it would be fine – he had never actually stayed with that kind of master-slave relationship that was defended by violence – what he wanted was love! The kind of love that was natural, the kind of love between two people!

Right! Isn’t it the comfort of a friend that Mengnu needs most right now? Who else could she confide her chaotic and desperate feelings to but him? Who else could she open her twisted soul to but him?

He darted back to Yuan Kexin’s room door, knocking eagerly and shouting unceasingly like a madman for Mengnu to open the door Mengnu to open the door.

No response.

He continued to knock hard on the door, and there was not a single movement-dead silence.

An Shao Ting’s heart became even more panicked – he didn’t dare to think of the worse possibilities, and flew as fast as he could to run wildly down the stairs, then climbed up the fire escape at the side of the building, jumped to the platform in front of Yuan Kexin’s window, and fiercely pushed the window open to jump into the room.

As soon as he adjusted to the light in the room, he realized he was facing Yuan Ke Xin’s confused and surprised gaze.

Seeing that she was still in one piece, An Shao Ting’s rapid heartbeat calmed down a little. He said to Yuan Kexin, a little breathless, “Mona, you… you… listen to me… if you don’t want to recognize me as your master… that’s fine… but listen to me… we’re still friends… aren’t we? We…”

“You… Didn’t I tell you to go? You can’t be my master… you go…”

“Manu, listen to me…”

“You go… You don’t come in through this window again. This window is exclusively for my master’s use. Please don’t come in through here… and you should never come back again.”

“Mongnu. You… I was meant to be your master. If you need, I can do as I did before…”

“You’d better go. My master is very grumpy, and if he comes and sees you here, I don’t know what he’ll do to you. You’d better go!”

“Huh? A dream slave? You still think that tyrannical master will come?”

“You go! Go away! I don’t want to see you… oooh… you… go away! Oooh…”

Yuan Kexin suddenly burst into tears. While crying uncontrollably, she madly pushed An Shaoting towards the door.

An Shao Ting’s heart felt as hard as a knife when he saw her in pain. It was really hard for him to endure seeing his beloved suffer such brutal torture in her heart, while he was unable to do anything about it from the sidelines.

Anne Shao-Tin was pushed out of the room at last, and shut out – broken cries still coming from the house.

An Shao Ting’s heart broke.

He knew that Yuan Kexin had gone into a trance, that she had gone a little out of her mind-knowing that he was her master, and yet fantasizing that there would be another tyrannical master crawling in through her window.

Oh, my God! This is all his fault!

He was in a state of desperate fear.

(xiv)

It was nearly one past midnight when An Shao Ting arrived at this love store. He was wearing the robe he used to wear, and his eyes were a little red from staying up all night.

He had been waiting all day for the middle of the night to come. He knew that he used to start sleepwalking around this time, and he hoped to sleepwalk lucidly today-he would buy a torture device here first, and then, as if he were really sleepwalking, suddenly appear at Yuan Ke Xin’s window-she seemed not to be fully convinced that he was really her master, she seemed to still be waiting for her real ‘master’ to arrive.

An Shao Ting couldn’t bear to lose Monu. How could he lose her? Besides, Monu needed him – though not the waking him, but the tyrannical dreaming An Shao Ting.

An Shao Ting couldn’t go back to his old sleepwalking state – or if he could, he didn’t want to be that way again – he wanted to be able to have her awake – to have the Nuer of his dreams.

As soon as he entered the store, the store owner greeted him, “Yell, it’s Ting, haven’t you been here for a long time? It’s been almost half a month, hasn’t it?”

An Shao Ting snorted coldly. The messy things in the box under Yuan Kexin’s bed must have all been bought from this store – not to mention how much money this owner had made in his dreams, just the thought that this place even sold so many horrifyingly cruel instruments of torture, An Shao Ting wouldn’t feel any good feelings towards this person.

This boss could be said to be an accomplice in the brutalization of Yuan Kexin – without these instruments of torture he had here, Yuan Kexin’s mind might not have become so twisted.

The boss still smiled cheekily and said, “Ha, still in this temper. Ting, do you want to see the new stock? It’s very special! You’ll love it.”

An Shao Ting snorted coldly once again, despising him for that winky look, but he couldn’t get mad about it. He still had to buy something here today.

The boss pulled out a cardboard box from under the counter, and somewhat mysteriously lowered his voice and said to him: “Ah Ting ah, this is still just imported, imported from Japan, not yet on the shelves! Take a look.”

The owner opened this box, which held plastic-wrapped tubes of varying thicknesses and such, leaving An Shao Ting looking confused.

“Look, this is a real colonic device! It’s made of metal, so it won’t break, and the top can be unscrewed for cleaning…”

An Shao Ting looked at the tubes in shock, his inner disgust simply going to the extreme – many of the tyrannical novels on Yuan Yuan’s website depicted this kind of colonic episode, in which he thought they were all ridiculous sexual fantasies concocted by perverted people. Imagine how that brutal form of abuse could actually exist in real life? And who could stand such brutality? But he didn’t realize that these horrible things were actually sold here – which made him despise the sleazy-looking owner even more.

He frowned and pushed the thing away – he would never do this kind of extremely tyrannical, heartfelt abuse to her dream slave. This was too much – even if Yuan Kexin liked being abused, there had to be a degree.

The owner snapped and gathered up the box, scowling at him.

An Shao Ting no longer paid any attention to the shopkeeper and paced the store himself, somewhat nervously browsing through the various goods in the store.

He’d been in this store before, and there were a number of pornographic videotapes in the right-hand row, and a number of kinky devices on the left – all sorts of dildos and vacuum tubes, inflatables, and other commonplace sexual masturbators. The real torture devices and such were on the other shelf at the far end, against the wall – you couldn’t see what was there from the outside, but once you turned in, all that horrible stuff inside would be presented.

An Shao Ting originally didn’t know what was going on in there, but he started to realize that this place really did have such extremely obscene and perverted instruments of torture after he mistakenly came in once. He naturally fled the place immediately at that time and didn’t even dare to take a closer look – he never thought that he would actually have to come here one day to buy tyrannical torture devices.

Of course, he had been here many times – all in a dream world not governed by reason. Today was the first time he had walked in here awake.

The shelves were filled with a wide array of all sorts of strange things, some of which he’d seen in the box under Yuan Kexin’s bed, and more of which he’d never seen before – and simply couldn’t even imagine.

The packaging on the various goods was printed with shocking images of abused women’s naked bodies, which made him nauseous – nipple clamps and lip clips, iron pins and nails, various barbed phallic models, whips of various sizes, leather belts and buckles, and many other strange shapes and shapes that he couldn’t name, so to say, there was a lot.

He simply couldn’t choose before these many instruments of torture – he wanted to pick a new twist that wasn’t particularly brutal, but was different from everything in Yuan Ke Xin’s house.

He finally picked a vibrator with two forks, a large one and a small one, both of which were covered with soft spines about a centimeter long, showing that this was not a common lewd device for entertainment, but a torture device that could make people numb and itch. The package depicted that the thick one was to be inserted into a woman’s pussy, and the small one was to be inserted into the anus. What makes this thing most special is its blood-red color, which is shocking at first sight.

It was half past one when he came out of the check at the owner’s without expression.

He quickly arrived at Yuan Kexin’s place and skillfully climbed up the fire escape to the platform before jumping to her window, secretly taking a few tight breaths.

Nervousness caused his heart to beat violently – he was in a state of extreme nervousness and excitement almost every time he came to Yuan Ke Xin.

He coughed his staff loudly and violently pushed open the window, the lights in the house turned on, Yuan Kexin straightened up from the bed and watched in alarm as the familiar figure in a robe jumped in through the window.

An Shao Ting’s ferocious face without a trace of tenderness, cold and vicious to the still half-sitting on the bed as if there is no blood Yuan Kexin roared: “Bastard slave! You bitch slave! Why don’t you come over and lie down?”

Yuan Ke Xin seemed to snap out of her trance, and with a genuine joy in her eyes, she quickly took off her nightgown, rolled around and fell at An Shao Ting’s feet, and replied excitedly and tremblingly, “Nu’er welcomes Master’s presence… Nu’er should be damned. I am sorry that I have neglected my master, so please punish me.”

Hearing the word ‘punishment’ once again, An Shao Ting’s heart immediately flared up. He took off his shoes and stomped on her smooth spine, crushing her body hard to the ground: “You bitchy slave. Do you especially like being punished by me?”

“Yes… Nuru loves her master’s punishment.”

An Shao Ting’s anger rose higher and higher. He grabbed her by the hair and dragged her up and slammed her on the bed, causing her to let out a yelp of pain.

Yuan Kexin’s cries of pain made An Shao Ting’s insides clench violently – although he knew that she had really been tortured by her previous absurd sleepwalking now, and that her mind had been twisted to the extent that she was able to experience pleasure out of pain, this kind of mournful cries was something that even the most numb person would find hard to bear.

But he had no choice – he had to play this perverted role, and the only way to get her to recognize him as her master was to treat her tyrannically.

He fiercely pulled out that box from under the bed and found a few chains from it, tying Yuan Kexin’s hands and feet to the bed frame at each end of the bed, so that her body lay flat on the bed in a big zig-zag shape, unable to move.

He violently ripped off her bra, and violently tore her panties, exposing her entire body to complete nudity – and with each of his tears, she let out a chirp of terror, like the helpless wail of an innocent virgin about to face an inescapable rape.

He picked up the blood-red mold and waved it in front of her eyes, and scoffed at her in humiliation, “You slutty bitchy slave, do you want to see this kind of thing?”

“Ah… Ow… Yes… Yes… Master… I am very slutty.”

An Shao Ting unzipped his robe, took off his underwear, and sat down on her stomach with his bare buttocks, making her go “ah ah ah”.

The ground screamed.

That scream pierced his eardrums and invaded his nerves, making the pain unbearable. He had to lift his hips slightly to take the weight off of her. At the same time he plunged the thick end of that blood-red mold into her already soaked cunt in one hard thrust, and then bent the slightly smaller end into her anus.

An Shaoting flipped the switch, and Yuan Kexin’s moans behind his back turned into miserable howls – her agonizing screams cut into An Shaoting’s heart like sharp knives. But he had to be ruthless – he was now the tyrannical An Shao Ting in his sleepwalking; the merciless and inhuman An Shao Ting; the brutal An Shao Ting driven by his own subconscious.

However, he is now conscious! He’s fully conscious! It was like having his chest cut open by a scalpel without anesthesia. Even though he knew that every item of pain he created in Yuan Kexin’s body might bring her pleasure, that hiss of pain from her was as if it was a strong electric wave that sent every item of that pain back to his heart one by one as well – the kind of pain that could not be resisted!

An Shao Ting didn’t dare to face the bloody torture device rioting and wreaking havoc in Yuan Ke Xin’s lower body anymore. He rolled down and picked up the round breast clamp with chain from inside the box, thought about it a few times in his hand but still threw it down – that day he was sleepwalking in the cruelty of lifting and pulling this chain footage, let him think of it will make his heart want to vomit.

He picked up another nipple clamp that he had seen in the erotic store, which felt slightly better. He pressed both of Yuan Ke Xin’s breasts tightly with both hands, and clamped her two nipples, which were squeezed into one piece, together as drawn on the package he had seen. Yuan Kexin let out another continuous miserable moan from her throat, her entire body twisting up in agony – An Shao Ting’s heart twisting and twisting in agony along with it.

An Shao Ting did this mechanically, a trance slowly beginning to appear in his mind, and in the room filled with the air of pain, he began to no longer be able to distinguish clearly between his every movement.

He rode up to her belly and squeezed his prick between her two clamped up breasts against her.

In order to penetrate his prick even deeper, he cruelly lifted that nipple clamp, making Yuan Kexin wail miserably.

“You’re a slutty bitch slave. Just like to be violently raped and masturbated.”

“Ow… Ow… Yes… Master…”

Anne Shawtin was getting angry and took the whip out of the box again and placed it in front of her head. He then sat down on his knees right in front of her face on her neck and chest, shoved his prick into her mouth, lifted her hair, and began to thrust violently in her mouth.

As soon as he entered her warm, wet mouth, An Shao Ting’s rod immediately swelled and enlarged, and the fiery sensation caused him to let out an involuntary moan of comfort in his throat – the pleasure mixed with the pain in his soul was like a few drops of cool water sprinkled on parched, cracked, parched lips, making him desperate for more and more.

Ignoring Yuan Kexin’s pain, he pulled her hair tightly, shook her head back and forth, and drove his iron-like prick hard into her throat – he was already going crazy!

He picked up the whip that had been set aside again, and while riding on her head and neck he pumped his prick and whipped her hard behind her back on her belly, pussy and between her thighs, as if he were riding a horse with a whip on its ass to urge it forward.

An Shao Ting’s movements became harder and harder, causing Yuan Ke Xin’s moans to gradually lower.

He had gone completely mad! The uncontrollable animal lust was like a wild mustang, and it came violently in the vigorous shaking of the hand that carried her by the hair-an orgasm like no other!

A massive stream of obscene fluid shot down her throat with the force of his constant thrusts.

“Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow!”

An Shao Ting was greedily climbing and stretching on a strange web of pleasure and pain, all of his consciousness lost in a violent frenzy of love and hate.

An Shao Ting slammed her head down and watched as her head slid limply to the side, her poor face all twisted beyond recognition in pain, a slow trickle of frothy white fluid escaping from the corner of her mouth.

He cursed numbly, “You bitchy slave! You like it when I punish you like this, don’t you? You slutty slave, you like it, don’t you?”

“┅┅”

“You say it? You bitchy slave. You… hey, say something?”

An Shao Ting shook Yuan Kexin’s cheeks violently, looking at her tightly closed eyes without the slightest reaction, a cool air ran up his spine. He shook Yuan Kexin’s head violently with his heart pounding, and then went down to her mouth to feel her breathing – An Shao Ting was completely awakened from his trance-like tyranny at once, and his whole body fell violently from the peak of post-ejaculation pleasure to the bottom of fear.

He desperately shook and called out to her, but she didn’t respond at all. Almost out of his mind with fear, he immediately untied her hands and bent her over, slapping her back vigorously, hoping to pour out the cum she was choking on in her throat.

More cum oozed out of her mouth, but she still didn’t move half as much as she should have, and An Shao Ting’s hands and feet went cold in shock. He flipped her over again, threw away the clamps on her nipples, and breathed hard into her mouth while pressing hard on her chest, one after the other.

An Shao Ting went crazy again – he frantically sucked hard on Yuan Ke Xin’s mouth and pressed hard on her body, as if he was ravaging and ravaging this weak flesh.

Just as he was on the verge of despair, Yuan Kexin coughed violently, and a mouthful of semen was coughed up onto his body – he threw his arms around her in ecstasy and cried out loudly, “Mona! Ah… Mona! You’re awake! Manu! Ah! …”

Yuan Ke Xin slowly opened her eyes and saw An Shao Ting’s eagerly concerned eyes, and a piece of white semen pasted on his mouth.

“Huh? You…” she gazed at him incredulously and then looked at her body in confusion.

An Shao Ting said to her with great affection: “Monu, I’m so happy that you’ve woken up. I, I…”

An Shao Ting’s nose was sore and tears seeped from both eyes, making him sob and unable to speak.

Yuan Kexin sat up violently and pushed him away with all her strength, as if she had just awakened from a terrible nightmare, and asked him in a confused manner, “What happened to me? You just… made me…”

“Mona, I… I knocked you out… I tried my best to give you artificial respiration, but I was able to bring you back… I… I was so scared…”

“Ah? You…” Yuan Kexin had a horrifying expression on her face, her eyes filled with tears, and her lips trembled for a while before she could speak. She finally held back her tears of grief, and with the strength she had gathered with great difficulty, she coldly said to An Shao Ting, “Do… do you… do you know… what my master did to me?”

Her words were like a hammer hitting An Shao Ting’s heart – his body shook tremendously for a moment, immediately realizing that Yuan Ke Xin had once again seen that he wasn’t the tyrannical ‘master’ that she truly was.

“What… what did you say, Monu?”

Yuan Ke Xin suddenly looked unusually sober, and told An Shao Ting in an extremely calm tone: “I am not your slave child. Nor are you my master. My master would never do this to me… ow… everything is a lie…”

“… Monu, you… almost died! Do you understand?”

“Go away! What has my life and death got to do with you? I don’t need you to care. You don’t come back, ever.”

The sorrow in An Shao Ting’s heart was indescribable. He trembled as he looked at Yuan Kexin’s resolute expression, and said to her pleadingly, “Menou, I… please… don’t drive me away… Menou… I am truly your master, I…”

“Hmph! My master would never care if I lived or died, much less would he beg me. Have you ever seen a master beg his slave?”

“┅┅”

An Shao Ting’s entire body was cold and he wanted to cry. His mind was numb and unable to think, unable to believe that he would once again lose his dream slave.

“You get lost! You hurry up and get lost! Oo…” Yuan Kexin’s calm face suddenly erupted into agonized sobs as she shook her head fiercely, her entire body writhing in pain.

An Shao Ting’s body stiffened as he looked at Yuan Ke Xin, who was sitting on the bed and writhing, his entire being completely frozen in an abyss of pain.

(xv)

An Shaoting moved back into his old apartment and he stopped taking the medication his doctor prescribed for him.

He also started smoking – although he hated the smell of that smoke and choked on the smoke to the point of tears every time.

He stopped going to bed on time every day, ate randomly, and did his best to make a mess of his life.

He wished he could go back to his old kind of sleepwalking again.

Yuan Kexin seems to be in a collapsed mental state these days, and she hasn’t been seen going out for several days.

An Shao-Ting started knocking on her door every day for a few days – she never opened it, wouldn’t let him in to see her or talk to him – but he knew she needed him. Not needing the waking him, of course, but the dreamy An Shao-Ting who was governed by the subconscious.

An Shao Ting didn’t dare to try to jump in through the window to find her again, he didn’t know how she would react, but she couldn’t withstand more stimulation – how her fragile mind couldn’t withstand so much extreme pressure both physically and mentally.

An Shao Ting knew she must be waiting – waiting for her true ‘master’.

He muddled through his days, not knowing when he would return to the dream, or if he would return to the Monu when he did, or what would happen to the Monu after she met her master.

He wished there was a drug that would allow him to take it and immediately enter his dreams! Into that world of sleepwalking.

One by one, he smoked cigarettes and read a tyrannical erotic novel on the meta site. So many depictions of intense sensual stimulation, but nothing to excite him at all.

There was a “cricketing” sound at the door, and he did not turn his head to look at it–nothing in life caught his attention so soon–until, just before he went to bed, he found a note under the door. a note under the doorway.

“Master, please punish your slave again tonight! Yours, slave.”

An Shao Ting’s heart began to beat wildly as he wondered why Meng Nu had sent him such an invitation. Had she suddenly come to her senses? Did she not care at all about his feigned tyranny anymore? Or did she wish she could show that real tyranny – the kind that wasn’t feigned, but was a natural outpouring of his tyrannical nature?

His heart suddenly brightened – since he was able to display such a tyrannical subconscious in his dreams, didn’t this show that his own nature was actually extremely tyrannical and cruel? As long as he was able to strip off the mask of his false morality, wouldn’t he naturally become the tyrannical ‘master’ that the dream slave expected him to be?

He was ecstatic at his discovery – oh my God! Why hadn’t he thought of this level earlier?

The utter failure of the last time was in the fact that he was always thinking of how to disguise himself as tyrannical, how to put on that false mask of cruelty, instead of the other way round – stripping off the false mask of mercy and revealing his tyrannical nature!

“Ah!” He exclaimed furiously inwardly – he finally understood why Yuan Kexin wouldn’t let him in – she couldn’t let him meet her wearing that kind of benevolent mask, she was waiting for the one who was the real master.

Didn’t she give him a hint: you are no longer my master, my master will come in through that window.

She had been waiting for the real him – the one stripped of his hypocrisy, the one who was who he was, the one who was cruel and tyrannical. But he had broken her heart last time by showing false compassion at the end.

Right! Tear off your false mask and reveal your tyrannical nature – that’s who you are! That’s the real you! That’s who you are! That’s the beastly you!

An Shao Ting perked up once again, he was going to go to his Mononoke as his true ‘master’ – if not for his own sake, then for the sake of his Mononoke.

He showered, put on that robe, drank a cup of coffee, grabbed a credit card, and strutted confidently toward that love store.

As soon as he entered, he was greeted by the owner again, “Hey, it’s Ting, isn’t it? What do you want to buy today?”

“Boss, do you still have any of that whatchamacallit colonizer you showed me last time?”

“Ah, there, there, there. Wait a minute.”

An Shaoting paid the bill with his credit card and then ripped the package open and threw it away – he didn’t need to read the instructions on it – his instincts would guide him on what to do.

He came to Yuan Kexin’s window at two o’clock that late night-a time he often came to when he was sleepwalking. He kicked the window open violently. The house lights came on. He scurried over the table in front of the window in one go, and then jumped in violently.

Yuan Ke Xin seemed to have been sitting on the bed waiting for him. She took a few gulps of water from the cup in her hand and then lifted up the quilt at once, wearing only her panties after ripping off her nightgown, eagerly flopping down at An Shao Ting’s feet, her body trembling as she greeted him, “Nu’er welcomes master’s presence.”

“You bitchy slave… climb onto the bed and cuff yourself!” With his rough command, An Shao Ting kicked her in the side of the ear.

Yuan Ke Xin hurriedly crawled under the bed and dragged out that box, from which she quickly took out a few pairs of handcuffs, handcuffed her feet and hands to the bed frame, and lay herself down on her knees in the center of the bed, trembling and waiting for her master’s punishment.

An Shao Ting came to the kitchen and rummaged around for a while, mixing the vegetable oil for stir-frying, soy sauce, vinegar, cooking wine, and water into a basin, and then he added some five-spice powder, bean powder, chili powder, and some powder that he didn’t know what it was, and then he stirred the mixture in the basin together and brought it to the small cupboard in front of the bed, and then he roared at Yuan Kexin, who was shivering with fear, and said, “You bitchy slave. I’m going to pickle you and eat you, roast you, steam you, and boil you. I’m going to add some spices to your stomach first, you cheap slave. Do you like to be cooked and eaten by me? Huh? You bitch slave.”

“Ah… Master…” Yuan Kexin’s eyes glistening with tears seemed to be shooting flames of desire already, and her whole body trembled in fear.

Seeing her eyes even in the fear also revealed the fire of desire, An Shao Ting chest anger rushed up to the sky. An Shao Ting violently pulled out the round breast clamp with chain from the box, put the chain hard around her back from the bottom, will then her breasts hard clamped. Then the crotch sat above her waist, as if riding a horse lifting the horse’s stiff rope like lifting the chain from above, pulling her breasts to the sides, making her immediately hiss with her head raised in pain.

He slapped Yuan Kexin’s snow-white buttocks violently, his mouth huffing and puffing, his body bouncing up and down like he was riding a wildly running wild horse. Yuan Kexin’s thin body was like a small boat, undulating in the raging storm.

An Shao Ting gradually entered into a numb trance, and began to feel the blood in his body heating up, galloping, and stirring, truly as if he were riding a wild horse, running in the boundless wilderness.

He sealed Yuan Kexin’s mouth with a small balled-up mouthpiece, turning her piercing hisses into throaty whimpers. He brought the pot of pungent, stinging liquid up to her legs, then rode it upside down to her waist, sucked up the mixture with that syringe made of metal tubing he’d brought with him, then screwed on an even finer, thin tip, and plunged it into her back hole in one swift motion, injecting the entire tube all the way into her.

The flesh in An Shao Ting’s crotch suddenly tightened up at once, and a miserable wail came from behind.

An Shao Ting felt his blood begin to boil again, his whole body was in a trance-like unreal state as if he was floating in the air, and Yuan Kexin’s agonizing moans at his crotch gradually turned into a beautiful musical beat, accompanying his soul as it danced in the air.

He pumped another tube of fluid into her, a more miserable hiss stirring behind him as the flesh of his crotch twisted up against his thighs, an inexplicable thrill at once swelling his prick to the breaking point.

Ah! This was the true nature of An Shao Ting – to experience the thrill of stirring sex in the midst of tyranny, and to discover the melody of sex that touches the soul in the moans of the abused!

He simply ripped off the mouth muffler that was placed over Yuan Kexin’s mouth as soon as he could, letting the moving and wonderful music stimulate his whole body’s senses even more highly.

He went completely into a frenzy.

His meat stick in his pants more and more big, high wild desire in his body is also more and more intense. He opened his robe, pulled down his own underwear, kneeled between Yuan Kexin’s legs, and pushed his hot rod into his lust-filled pussy, which erupted with a “pfft, pfft” sound.

He pulled the chains on his nipple clamps and the moving music started again, accompanying the sound of each of his thrusts in a beautiful, soul-stimulating symphony.

He was thoroughly engaged in that insane tyrannical pleasure.

He continued to pump tube after tube of liquid into the basin, and then tube after tube into Yuan Kexin’s body – her howls grew louder and louder and louder; then gradually became smaller and smaller and weaker and weaker.

An Shao Ting’s whole body and mind were completely immersed in that kind of furious pleasure, his waist pushed in, retracted, pushed in, retracted again, one by one, exploring the tentacles of his elongated to the extreme sex back and forth in the fiery fleshy holes, accompanied by the screams and moans of the weaker bodies that stimulated his soul, seeking and creating the biggest and strongest primitive and feral pleasure in the depths of the female’s flesh.

He was getting crazier and crazier – he was really experiencing his true tyrannical self: in the process of brutally torturing the babbling female body, he gradually reached a wonderful combination of spirit and flesh, and the pleasure of the soul and the flesh rose up crosswise, sending him to a world of ultimate bliss.

The intense pleasure coming from his lower body mixed with the excitement of his mind stimulated his whole body nerves and made his thrusts more and more violent and intense, and finally he pulled the chain and thrust his lower body violently, letting him in that indescribably wonderful moment reach the peak of his fiercest sex – the culmination of the spiritual and physical orgasms.

“Ow…” His whole body went limp on Yuan Kexin’s smooth back, and the immense pleasure seemed to have emptied his torso of all its essence, sending him into a void from which he was unable to catch his breath for a long time.

He pulled his wet rod out of Yuan Kexin’s bottom and sat down on the bed between her head and the wall, lifting her face up by grabbing her hair in his hands.

An extremely sweet smile appeared on Yuan Ke Xin’s tear-stained face, and she murmured to him in a weak voice: “You… are my master… my true master… my eternal… eternal master…”

As she spoke, she moved her mouth up to his limp rod, stretched her tongue out and licked greedily at it, finally taking all of his flesh into her mouth, licking and sucking, licking and sucking, licking and sucking gently and tenderly.

“My… my master… my true… master…” her voice grew thinner and softer.

Her sucking movements became gentler and gentler. The flickering of her tongue became weaker and slower…

She stopped moving – her entire body lay rigidly on the bed in a perfect sex-slave position!

She finally stopped moving – completing her final cleanup duties as a sex slave after allowing her Master to achieve the most perfect combination of spiritual and physical orgasms.

She stopped moving forever – after finding her true master and giving him everything in her life: her spirit and her flesh!

(xvi)

An Shao Ting sat in a trance in front of the computer at his place, recalling all the memory fragments in his mind while randomly typing Chinese on the keyboard. The more he rushed to type, the more he typed out all sorts of different misspellings, making him extremely irritated.

He had to quickly write down the memories that were still stored in his mind – he was afraid that he would soon forget – or worse: that he would suddenly wake up from his current state – he was not sure whether he was still dreaming or awake. -He wasn’t sure if he was still dreaming or if he was already awake.

Everything seemed like a dream-a bloody, horrible, but voluptuous dream; a tyrannical, cruel, but wonderful dream.

He could not even remember the end of the dream-he was in a state of complete half-asleep haze, and he could no longer remember how he had left his dream-slave’s room and how he had returned to his own lodgings.

The numbness of the senses no longer felt pain, just like a dream, in which he could feel all sorts of sensations, panic, panic, joy, longing, disappointment, nervousness, excitement, love, anxiety, sadness, excitement, pleasure, etc., etc., etc., etc., etc., etc., etc., etc., etc., etc., etc., etc., etc., etc., etc., etc., etc., etc., etc., etc., etc., etc., etc., etc., etc., etc., etc., but he could not feel any real pain of the flesh, not even if it were to be cut by a knife on his heart, or struck through the chest with a bullet through the chest, or being pushed off a building and falling to the ground, or being burned by a hot iron on the skin.

A sudden knock on the door woke him up.

He sat dumbfounded in front of his computer and squeezed his thighs a few times with his hands, some faint pain reaching his already rather numb brain, leaving him still confused as to whether he was awake or dreaming right now.

The knock on the door came again and again.

He jumped up reflexively and rushed over to open the door.

In the doorway stood a letter carrier, looking suspiciously at the pudgy, red-eyed, robe-clad An Shao-Ting in the room.

“Uh… sir, is your name An Shao-Ting?”

“Ah… yes… yes it is. It should be. It’s… the real An Shao Ting.”

“You… what should I do? Do you have any papers? Here’s a letter from you. I have to see your papers before I can give it to you.”

“Ah… yes… you wait.”

An Shao Ting was not happy to be disturbed by such people – he had a dream he was about to forget to record as soon as possible.

He quickly rummaged through the pockets of each of his clothes and finally managed to find his wallet on the table.

He hurriedly handed it to the mailman, watching somewhat sheepishly as the man repeatedly checked his credentials – he was worried that this man would say that he wasn’t the real An Shao Ting.

After checking his ID, the mailman said, “Ah, that’s right. It’s really Mr. Ahn. Did you move out a month or so ago and then suddenly move back in? It’s very confusing for us mail carriers. We couldn’t figure out which was the new address and which was the old one, so we had to come to the door.”

“Ah… I’m sorry for the trouble. It’s really, really, really appreciated.”

The thick letter only said An Shaoting personally received, but no sender’s address, so An Shaoting could not figure out where it would come from. However, he did not care about these matters, he had to be anxious to record his “dream”.

He threw the letter onto his bed and sat down in front of his computer again, only to be unable to find the thoughts he had started because of the interruption he had just received from the mailman. He cursed a few times in great annoyance and took a sip of his strong coffee before slowly starting to remember that he had had a cup of this same coffee on his last visit to Monu’s place, gradually recalling more details of that day.

He remembered that he had received the note on that day, and that it addressed him as ‘Master’, and snapped him out of the confusion he had been in for some days at the time. He stood up and began to search for the extremely meaningful note, and eventually found it on his bed, being pressed against the envelope he had just received.

He drew out the note, and the affectionate script immediately all jumped into his eyes : “Master, please come back tonight to punish Nuru again. Yours, slave.” The handwriting on it was written in blue ballpoint pen, which was very similar to the handwriting on today’s envelope – huh? An Shao Ting suddenly noticed the handwriting on the envelope, and a strong feeling shocked him.

He picked up the letter with a trembling hand and went through it twice. He did not dare to open it as recklessly as he usually tore up letters, but found a penknife and carefully cut it away from one side.

Several thick sheets of letterhead were folded together. He slowly unfolded them, his racing heart making the letterhead almost unsteady in his hands.

A familiar word fell into his eyes: ‘Master’.

‘Master.

Please allow my slave to call you that one more time. I know that you reading this letter are not my true master.

My real master only appears in your dreams. But let me call you “master” again! You look so much alike that I couldn’t tell you apart.

Oh! Just thinking about my master’s ruthless, cruel, temperamental look has made my lower body wet. What a slutty slave I am.

Better yet, let me start at the beginning!

It was still one night, more than three or four months ago, when my master, with a whip in his hand, suddenly kicked open my window and broke into my room. In that horrible moment, my heart beat wildly to the extreme. The fear of imminent rape and ravishment made my whole body tremble with terror. Oh! How lewd I was! At that moment, my lower body was so stimulated by fear that it became so erotically aroused and sexually charged that a large amount of lewd water seeped out of my pussy. The intense sexual stimulation brought about by that extreme fear was even more violent than the sensation I felt when I masturbated alone.

Oh! My master! His cold, unfeeling eyes were like two powerful magnetic fields that fixed me where I couldn’t move. With unimaginable cruelty, he grabbed me by the hair, flipped me over on the bed, and violently stripped me of my nightgown.

Oh! I was instantly spurred to spring by great fear, that incredible orgasm of sex.

My Master removed my panties and pinned me down on the bed and began to punish me with a violent whipping. The piercing pain over and over stimulated my nerves and my already high libido. The biting pleasure made me realize for the first time in my life what it meant to have an orgasm of sexual desire.

His huge male organ appeared in front of my eyes for the first time, making me so shocked that I almost fainted. It was so horrible! He actually forced that thing of his into my mouth. Oh! What a stimulating sensation! I was sexually aroused and lustful again at that horrible moment.

He roughly stabbed his huge dick in my mouth, grabbing my hair and pulling it violently. Under his brutality, my nerves were so numb that I could no longer distinguish between the thrill of pain and the pleasurable sensation of sexual climax.

The moment he shot countless loads of sperm down my throat, I followed him to the pinnacle of insanity!

Since then, I have been a complete slave child of my master. Whipped, abused and raped by him. I was erotically aroused at every moment I was confronted with him suddenly jumping in my window, anticipating him pulling out some particularly brutal lewd implement to use on me again. Every time he appeared at my window he brought with him the same lewd implement.

Oh! Just the thought of that unforeseen horror immediately excites me beyond words.

However, my master did not come to me very often. Often he would not show up for days at a time, or he might come to rape and abuse me for several nights in a row.

Until the day I met you at that supermarket. Oh! The involuntary fear I felt at that time immediately made my lower body moist. My conflicting feelings of being afraid of meeting you and wanting to be captured by you out of the blue turned me on to the extreme. I realized later that you were not my real master. But how could I tell you from my master at that time?

I hid in shock. I couldn’t imagine how I would be punished if my master suddenly found me. Maybe he would pull my hair on the spot? Or would he strip me of my clothes on the spot? My master warned me every time he came that I would have to take my clothes off as soon as I saw him, but I didn’t know what he would do to me in that mall. I couldn’t imagine how humiliating it would be if I was forced to remove my clothes, it would be horrible, and that horror immediately made my lower body fill with lustful juices that seeped down into my panties and wet them in a big way.

Then I got sexually aroused just by thinking about that fear of being forced to be exposed. I ghosted to that supermarket several times, not to buy anything, but to get that fearful thrill.

Oh, you can’t believe I can’t walk around that store without getting wet! You wouldn’t believe how much I can’t help but get wet walking around that store.

Finally, one day you appeared. I was bumped into by you, and in shock I immediately and instinctively ran to the side, but aroused your suspicion. I did not know that you are not my master, if I do not avoid, you probably will not know me, perhaps there will not be many of our later stories.

Instead of forcing me to expose myself or punishing me harshly as I thought you would, you actually agreed to let me suck your cock in the elevator. This actually caused me to feel a twinge of disappointment, but I still didn’t realize that you weren’t really my master.

When the elevator was suddenly opened at the end of that day, and we were so wretchedly seen by others, the humiliating feeling of exposure actually thrilled me. I was such a slut! I went to the store several times after that, expecting to be caught again by you, whom I thought was my master. Twice I saw you again, but the feeling of fear prevented me from coming forward, and I just followed you quietly, not daring to approach.

Then I found out that you frequented the Yuan Yuan Lantern Shop and I walked around there several times, expecting something unusual and horrible to happen. I ran into you again, head-on, and I couldn’t escape. Oh! It was a moment of extreme fear, and I got wet all of a sudden.

I was forced to call you “master” after the elevator encounter, when my master told me I had to call him master every time I saw him. But that day, perhaps because you couldn’t hear me clearly or couldn’t believe it, you made me repeat your master’s name over and over again in a loud voice, much to my horror and excitement! I couldn’t imagine what would happen if someone heard me. It was horrible! It was so horrible that it made me horny and horny.

But you let me down. Of course I don’t blame you, only that I recognized the wrong person. Instead of forcing me to do any more horrible things on that busy street, you agreed to come back to my room with me.

Since then, I have been wondering if you are the master who only comes to me at night every time or not. But, oh! You look exactly like my master, how can I tell the difference? But, after all, you are so different from my master. I still felt a great thrill when you whipped me, but it was far less horrible than when my real master whipped me. Except once, when you held a knife to me. Oh! I was immediately terrified to the point of orgasm. It was downright terrifying!

But you don’t really mean to punish me with that knife. Oh! I could not understand how my master could say to me that he would not punish me if I obeyed. My master would never say such a thing to me!

The last time I really began to suspect that you were my master was when you suddenly came into my room after my master had not shown himself for two weeks. Oh! You don’t know how deeply you broke my heart! During those days, I wandered around the streets every day, in the supermarket, in the “Yuan Yuan” snack store, and everywhere I could see you. I was looking forward to seeing my master again! How I expected my master to punish me in the most violent way!

However, after such a long time of hiding, you changed when we met. You spoke to me in such a gentle tone of voice, told me to call me Monu from now on, and repeatedly said that you would never torment or punish me in a tyrannical manner again. I couldn’t believe my ears! I couldn’t believe my ears, I couldn’t believe how I could live if my master really abandoned me. My master didn’t come to see me for just two weeks, and already I was so upset that I couldn’t eat or drink, and I felt like I had lost my soul.

But how could I have imagined that it would be so hard to see the master again, but he was like a different person, and there wasn’t even a hint of his violent temper.

I suddenly realized that you might not be the same person as my original master, which gave me some hope that my real master would come to me again. But I still dare not ask you, my master in my mind’s position you can hardly imagine, how can I dare to question him face to face?

You let me kiss you and make gentle love to me. Maybe in the past I would have been so excited that I would have been sexually aroused, but at that time I didn’t feel a thing, and I was at your mercy like a log. I don’t blame you, but I’m really very sad. You’ve been so good to me, but I just can’t enjoy it. My whole being belongs to my master, my true master.

You may remember that after you raped me that day, you didn’t actually rape me, but after making love to me very gently, you offered to take me out to dinner. Oh! I actually thought at that moment that you had come up with a diabolical way of abusing me, first by pretending to love me as my lover, and then by taking me out in public and exposing me or doing even more humiliating and disgraceful acts.

Immediately, my whole body was hot and my bottom was wet with fear. What an exciting adventure that would be! I put on the clothes you specified, dressed as a lady, to be exposed or forced to do extremely humiliating and scandalous things outside in even more humiliation. At that time I was so scared and expectant, my libido was so high that my body was hot.

Oh! However, you have let me down completely!

You even brought me outside as if I were a lover, and you didn’t even make a single indecent move. Your courteous demeanor made me completely understand that you could not possibly be my master. How could my master’s coldness, ruthlessness, and brutality be transformed into such warmth? So when you came back to me the next day, I immediately and bravely pointed out that you were a fake master. Oh! You were not offended! You were still so warm and affectionate to me that my last hope of being brutalized by you was completely dashed.

Since you are not my master, I began to suspect that you might be my master’s twin brother; after all, you look so much alike that you are indistinguishable. I began to think that you must have locked up that brother of yours, for my master had complained of his being locked up the last time he came to me, and I even feared that you might have killed him. But I had no idea that you had the exact same scars as my master!

At that moment, my whole body was about to collapse. However, you gave me a small hope, a false hope. You told me that you could still abuse and punish me in the most tyrannical way as you had done before. When I was in doubt, you suddenly became fierce, and the expression on your face was exactly the same as my master’s, which made me think that I could go back to the past again, oh, that absurd but wonderful happiness! I thought that I would be able to taste again the extreme fear of my master’s punishment, in a moment of absurd but wonderful happiness.

When you whipped me, I really hallucinated, and I thought that I was really being punished by my master’s tyranny once again. I was so excited that my whole body immediately became hot and tingly, and I climaxed under your first lash, with a lot of lewdness coming out of my lower body.

But, but you, my hope is like a soap bubble by you brutally pierced. After you whipped me, you took me to bed and kissed me passionately and made love to me and told me you were sorry. Oh, how stupid you are! How foolish you are! There is no master in the world who would say sorry to his slave!

You don’t know how cruelly you destroyed all my hopes. But it was that night that you really made me despair. Oh! I never dreamed that my master was only sleepwalking with you! And that you had a doctor cure you of sleepwalking. Doesn’t that mean I’ve lost you forever? Oh, you know how cruel that is to me! Do you know how cruel that was to me? My whole world collapsed that night!

Do you know how I learned the secret of your terrible sleepwalking? You were cured of your sleepwalking, but you probably didn’t realize that you also talk a great deal in your sleep. You told me all your secrets over and over again, right in my ear. I was in a lot of pain! I was in so much pain.

If you have only changed your character, I can still fantasize that you can change back. But if the world I live in is only your dream, and my master is only you in a dream, and you have completely cured your sleepwalking, have you not destroyed my whole world? Oh! how I am suffering!

I know I can’t blame you. You’re a good man. But how could you be so stupid as to think that a master-slave relationship can be maintained by love and not by tyranny? You said over and over again in your dreams that you would love me and never tyrannize me again. But where in the world is love used to maintain a master-slave relationship?

You may have understood this later, but it was too late. You made a last ditch effort, and that night last week you went so far as to put on my master’s usual robe and kick in my window in the middle of the night with a horrible lecherous device. Oh! For a moment I thought my true master had returned.

You did it so well and so realistically that I was tormented many more times that night as I shuddered in orgasmic sexual pleasure and oozed much blissful lust from the intense stimulation. Oh! You were almost there. I actually did hallucinate that my real Master had really returned, just as my previous Masters had tortured me, and you tortured me to the peak of my sexual desires, suffocating me to the point of fainting with your huge male sex organ, just like a dream.

But when I woke up… Oh!

However, you ruined everything you had carefully designed at the last moment. I can’t believe you would..! You don’t know how painful it was for me! That you would give me artificial respiration, that you would suck out my clogged throat mouth-to-mouth, have you forgotten that you’re supposed to act like my master? Do you know what my master does to me? Every time I am tortured by him and pass out, he either drags me to the toilet and wakes me up by pouring urine or cold water on me, or he scolds me even harder for pretending to be dead and beats me out of my fainting state. How could he still come to condescend to save me and give me artificial respiration, and also… and surprisingly, shed tears on me?

Oh! What master in the world would still shed tears for his slave!

How foolish of me to expect that your performance would turn out to be true. No matter how brutal and ruthless you learn to be, everything is false, everything is false, everything is only false. How can a dream become real?

When you were dreaming, you must have thought that your dream was the real world, and I was just your slave in that real world, so that’s exactly what you meant when you called me Dream Slave, right?

But where is my real world? I had no dreams after all. I had been in a trance thinking that every night my master jumped into my room was my dream world. But it wasn’t my dream, and the bruises that appeared on my body early in the morning told me that it wasn’t a dream, that it was the real world I lived in.

I have lived only in Your dream world since You first jumped into my room. Your dream world became my real world, the world in which my whole life depended. When You met me later in another world, I still thought I was living in that real world. But You have two worlds, and I have to jump between Your two worlds.

How wonderful it would be if you could keep your dream world alive! Then I would have at least half a world that was real, and I might still be able to live, and that hope that I could count on would still sustain me.

But you decided to put an end to the world of your dreams: the world that is most real for me. What a cruel decision!

Your dream is over, and my life will have to end!

I had stubbornly believed that my real world still existed, but I finally realize now that I was completely wrong.

Your real world could never be rebuilt after you destroyed it, despite all your efforts.

It’s time for everything to end! I don’t regret the end of my life. I don’t regret it at all. I was so happy once, every night with my master.

The slave’s master is gone, and the slave must go with him.

I have decided to end my world tonight. I gave you a separate note asking you to come and see me off, in the guise of my master of course. I know it’s all a lie, but it’s all I could get, and I hope you won’t let me down tonight.

When you jump into my room, I will drink a large amount of sleeping pills and estimate that I can give you an hour or so. I hope I can satisfy you as well, and I will treat you as if you were my true master, able to give you your utmost satisfaction in your dream slave.

I have also written another simple suicide note for my departure, and I don’t expect that you will have any trouble with the police over my death. If you really can’t talk to the police, you can just give this letter to the police and you won’t have to answer for anything you did during your sleepwalking.

I know you are a very kind person and I never blamed you for that cruel decision you made. If it were me, I would have made that decision too. That decision was very good in every sense of the word. Please don’t ever be sad about my departure. What kind of master is sad about the death of a slave?

Everything is my fault! Because I’m a slutty slave! An irredeemable slave!

Master, take care!

I’ll take care of it!

××x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x’

(xvii)

An Shao Ting stood blankly at the street corner with a cigarette in his fingers, not knowing where to go or what to do.

He suddenly began to wonder if he was in a dream right now. He reached up in the air, and his hand was empty, nothing.

Wasn’t this just a dream? But why did he vaguely feel some pain in his heart?

Darkness was falling, and the lights of the ‘Yuan Yuan’ Lantern Shop across the street were on. He thought of Mengnu – it was at the entrance of this Yuan Yuan snack store that he had first heard her call him ‘master’.

The throbbing pain in his heart actually grew stronger, as if the medicinal properties of the anesthetic in his body had begun to slowly weaken and disappear, and the pain that had been anesthetized was growing stronger and stronger.

Mononoke shouldn’t have left.

As he thought this over and over again, he felt that he had found his natural self – the An Shao Ting with his tyrannical nature – the An Shao Ting who only manifested himself in dreams when driven by his subconscious.

Wasn’t this the true master that Mononoke had been longing to find?

She did admit it before she left: he was her true and eternal master.

But why does one’s heart still hurt more and more? If one had already found that ferocious, violent, and merciless self, why would one’s heart still ache for the departure of Monu? He shouldn’t feel pain-he should be heartless and unsympathetic.

Maybe he still hasn’t caught his ego? The real An Shao-Ting?

Who was the real An Shao Ting? He was suddenly confused.

If he was the real An Shao Ting in his sleepwalking, then who was he now?

Perhaps, just as Monu said, his sleepwalking world was the real world.

Perhaps he was just having a dream now in that real world – a very long dream.

Right! He’s in this dream right now – only in this dream he can feel pain. He’s walking down the street right now in the middle of his sleepwalking in that real world.

How awful it is to sleepwalk!

He was suddenly afraid – was he just going to keep living in this horrible, painful dream and never wake up again?

He threw the cigarette butt, which had almost burned his fingers, to the ground and stomped it hard and furiously. It seemed as if he wanted to stomp himself out of his dream world. But he suddenly realized that sleepwalkers weren’t supposed to be awakened from their dreams. A chill rushed up his spine, sending a shiver down his body.

He pulled the cigarette case out of his pocket and took out the last cigarette inside and lit it before throwing it to the ground and slowly crushing and crushing it with his foot.

He both wished to wake up quickly from this sleepwalking, and was also a little afraid of what bad consequences would happen if he suddenly woke up in the middle of this sleepwalking, and now he could only go along with his sleepwalking.

He took a few puffs of his cigarette and heard a familiar music drifting in the distance.

‘The girl across the room looked over and

Look over here. Look over here.

It’s a great show here.

Please don’t pretend to ignore it.

┅┅

I’m looking left, right, up and down.

Turns out every girl is not easy.

I’ve thought and guessed and guessed.

Girls have strange minds.

┅┅’

An Shao Ting listened to the song in a trance, but couldn’t connect it to himself.

Why was it so familiar? He shook his head painfully, sucking hard and even on the smoke between his fingers, choking on the thick smoke and coughing violently on his staff.

He still wasn’t used to the bitter spice of cigarettes – but he smoked one after another. Maybe, as the doctor had said, he subconsciously just liked to try this bitter flavor that he normally didn’t taste?

No one can know what their subconscious truly is, but he knows.

He paced up and down to a little street store with a light on, pointed to the cigarettes on the counter and said to the inside, “A box of Marlboros, please.”

A lady walks over to the other side of the glass counter but doesn’t open it to get her cigarettes.

He raised his head in bewilderment, only to see an innocent girl with long hair, her head slightly bowed, her eyes filled with tears, her two pretty lips shivering and trembling in fear, and she squeezed out a cry with difficulty through the cracks of her white teeth: “MASTER…”

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