18 Manor · Married Woman's Chastisement Institute

"117, this is Dr. Liu. She will now conduct your full physical examination," Sister Chen commanded. "Remove all your clothes and place them in the basket over there." Yang Linlin's fingers trembled as she unbuttoned her hospital gown. "Can... can I keep my underwear on?" "Remove everything," Sister Chen's voice was unyielding. "Here, you have no right to privacy." As Yang Linlin stood naked in the center of the room, Dr. Liu began to record her vital signs in a professional and detached tone. Yang Linlin tried to cover herself with her hands, but Sister Chen immediately struck her arm with a short baton. "Hands down, stand straight. From now on, your body does not belong to you. It belongs to the Mansion." Sister Chen circled her. "You've kept your figure well. It seems your husband spent quite a bit to maintain you." Tears of humiliation welled up in Yang Linlin's eyes, but she dared not disobey again. "Get on the examination chair," Dr. Liu gestured to the dreadful contraption. The next half hour was the most humiliating of Yang Linlin's life. Dr. Liu conducted a thorough and cold examination, each part of her body assessed and recorded with professional indifference, as if she were a piece of merchandise. Sister Chen, meanwhile, meticulously documented her every pained expression and humiliated reaction. "There's a slight inflammation in the cervix, requiring treatment," Dr. Liu said to Sister Chen. "Otherwise, she is healthy and suitable for all training programs." After the examination, Yang Linlin thought the ordeal was over, only to hear Sister Chen say, "Now for the disinfection procedure." She was led to an adjacent room, where there was an area resembling a shower stall, but with handcuffs and shackles fixed to the wall. "Kneel and raise your hands above your head," Sister Chen ordered. As Yang Linlin complied, Sister Chen cuffed her wrists to iron rings on the wall. Another guard secured her ankles. Yang Linlin was completely exposed to everyone's gaze, fixed in a kneeling position. "No... please..." she finally broke down in tears. Sister Chen turned on a high-pressure water hose, and the icy stream directly hit Yang Linlin's body. "The Mansion does not tolerate any foreign bacteria. All new trainees must be thoroughly disinfected." The water jets pierced her skin like countless needles. Yang Linlin screamed and writhed, but the restraints left her nowhere to escape. The water temperature suddenly turned scalding hot, almost burning her skin, then abruptly became freezing cold. This torment lasted for a full ten minutes, until she was almost completely exhausted. "Disinfectant," Sister Chen turned off the hose and said to her assistant. The subsequent liquid had a pungent odor and caused a burning pain when poured onto Yang Linlin's body, especially in certain sensitive areas. She bit her lip tightly to suppress a scream, tears mixing with the disinfectant as they streamed down her face. "Final rinse." Another round of high-pressure water, followed by a blast of bone-chilling wind that dried her entire body. When the handcuffs and shackles were finally removed, Yang Linlin collapsed onto the floor, her strength completely gone, like a rag doll. "Stand up," Sister Chen kicked her leg. "It's not over yet." Yang Linlin was dragged to a mirrored wall. Sister Chen forced her to look at her naked body. "See clearly. This is you now—an object waiting to be reshaped. From today, forget the name Yang Linlin. You are 117, property of the Mansion, until we decide if you are worthy of returning to your husband." The assistant brought a gray jumpsuit and a pair of plastic slippers. The jumpsuit had no buttons, only a few ties, clearly designed to be difficult to remove on her own. "Put it on," Sister Chen threw her the clothes. "Then recite the Mansion's rules." Yang Linlin trembled as she put on the rough garment, then was forced to stand by the wall, repeating after Sister Chen, word for word: In the monitoring room, Zhang Qingyang watched, mesmerized. On the screen, Yang Linlin's feet coiled around the mannequin like two white snakes, sometimes as gentle as feathers, sometimes as firm as clamps. Her expression was focused, as if this were the most important thing in the world. "So... beautiful," he murmured. "This is just the basics," Dr. Zhang said. "In the advanced stages, she'll be able to do most things with her feet that hands can do—including pouring wine for the Master, feeding him, even writing." The training continued until afternoon. Yang Linlin's soles developed blisters, but her score finally stabilized around 85. Wang Yan called a halt, satisfied: "Very good, Subject 117. Tomorrow, the final exercise, and then the assessment." --- Day twelve, S3 training room. This room was warmer than the previous two, its walls adorned with silicone breast pads of various sizes and shapes. "Breast service is the most difficult skill to master," Wang Yan began. "It requires a perfect combination of flexibility, muscle control, and rhythm." Yang Linlin was ordered to stand before a specially designed stand. Two silicone models were mounted on the stand, positioned at a height level with her breasts. "Phase one: Basic. Clamping. and. Rubbing." Following instructions, Yang Linlin pressed her breasts against the sides of the models, clamping down hard and then moving them up and down. The exercise demanded extreme pectoral muscle engagement, and soon she was drenched in sweat. "Incorrect!" Wang Yan separated her arms with a short baton. "You can't rely solely on arm strength; you must use your pectoral muscles! Feel it here—" His hand pressed on either side of Yang Linlin's sternum. "These muscles must actively engage." Yang Linlin adjusted her posture, attempting to engage her pectoral muscles. The scoring device jumped from 30 to 50. "Better. Now, incorporate rotation." The training gradually became more complex. Yang Linlin had to coordinate with her breathing rhythm, tensing and relaxing her muscles at specific moments, and learn to use different areas—inner, lower edge, tips—to provide varied stimulation. The afternoon session was even more arduous. An assistant brought a bottle of special lotion and applied it to Yang Linlin's breasts. "Control in a slippery state is an advanced skill," Wang Yan explained. "Now, try to maintain the same pressure and rhythm." The lotion drastically reduced friction, and the models constantly slipped. Yang Linlin's breasts became red and hot from the repeated friction, but she didn't stop. Her score plummeted from 60 to 20, followed by electric shocks as punishment. "Focus!" Wang Yan roared after another failure. "Imagine these are the Master's most cherished treasures, and you must serve them with your entire being!" Yang Linlin closed her eyes and took a deep breath. She no longer saw the models as task props but imagined them as Zhang Qingyang's body—the husband she had once disdained and now had to please. Strangely, this thought helped her find her rhythm. The score began to climb: 45... 60... 78... "Excellent! That's the feeling!" Wang Yan exclaimed, a rare compliment. At 5:12 AM, a piercing alarm shattered the pre-dawn silence. Yang Linlin’s eyes fluttered open. This was her fourteenth day at Mansion 18. To her own surprise, a faint anticipation stirred deep within her, a longing for the moment the collar would be fastened around her neck. The metal chain clinked crisply as she moved. After this period of training, Yang Linlin could now elegantly move on all fours with practiced ease. Today’s route, however, was different from the usual. Instead of heading to the familiar S-series training room, she turned towards the black metal door marked "C1" at the end of the corridor. Pushing the door open, she entered a spacious, multi-purpose training room. Director Wang Yan stood with his back to the entrance. Each area was equipped with peculiar training apparatus, gleaming with a cold metallic sheen. Yang Linlin was ordered to lie flat on the training bed. Robotic arms extended, and cold metal restraints clamped around her wrists and ankles. Another set of robotic arms rose from beneath the bed, topped with a silicone model of a male [X]. "First position: Missionary." Wang Yan pressed a control button, and the training bed began to adjust its angle. "Pay attention, your leg spread must be maintained at 110 degrees, pelvis tilted 15 degrees, and your lower back arched to form a perfect curve." The robotic arms moved, forcing Yang Linlin’s legs apart to the designated angle. A sensor was attached to her lower back, measuring the degree of arch. Data flickered on the display screen, finally stabilizing at "Leg Angle: 105 degrees, Pelvic Tilt: 12 degrees." "Unsatisfactory!" Wang Yan barked. "Arch your back more!" Yang Linlin strained to arch her back, but the muscle soreness accumulated from long training made it difficult to meet the standard. Wang Yan impatiently pressed another button. The bed suddenly vibrated, and a current flowed from the restraints. Yang Linlin’s body convulsed violently. "Again!" Wang Yan commanded. On the second attempt, Yang Linlin gritted her teeth, forcing her back to its limit. The display screen finally showed "Leg Angle: 110 degrees, Pelvic Tilt: 15 degrees." "Good. Hold this position for five minutes," Wang Yan began the timer. "Simultaneously, perform basic rhythmic movements, 60 beats per minute, amplitude 8 centimeters." The robotic arms began to move the silicone model in a regular rhythm. Yang Linlin had to contract and relax her muscles in time with this rhythm, all while maintaining her body angle. This was ten times more difficult than a static pose, and her muscles quickly began to tremble. "Mind the rhythm!" Wang Yan’s short baton tapped the inside of her thigh. "Each relaxation must be completed at the apex, and the contraction at the bottom!" Three minutes later, Yang Linlin’s lower back began to sag. Another jolt of electricity surged through her, and she cried out in pain, but the robotic arms forced her back into position. "Posture deformation, minus 10 points!" Wang Yan said coldly. "Total score is now 75. Continue!" Five minutes later, the first position training finally concluded. Yang Linlin was drenched in sweat, her lower back muscles spasming uncontrollably. But Wang Yan gave her no rest, immediately switching to the second position. "Second position: Doggy Style." The training bed flipped, and Yang Linlin was forced to kneel on the bed, her buttocks raised high. "Key indicators: back and thigh angle 140 degrees, hip protrusion 12 centimeters, head must be pressed against the bed." The robotic arms adjusted her posture, sensors measuring every data point. Yang Linlin’s face was pressed against the cold bed surface, making it difficult to breathe. This time, she learned her lesson and tried to achieve the standard angles from the start. "Back angle 138, hip protrusion 11.5," Wang Yan frowned. "Close, but not quite. Level one electric shock." A mild current caused Yang Linlin’s muscles to contract automatically, bringing her posture instantly to standard. "See, your body is capable, it's just your will that's lacking," Wang Yan taunted. "Now, begin the thrusting exercise, 40 thrusts per minute, amplitude 10 centimeters." Fifteen minutes later, Yang Linlin knelt in the center of the bedroom, still damp from her shower. Zhang Qingyang had only given her 5 minutes to get ready, but she had meticulously applied eyeliner and lipstick, making herself look even more alluring. "Come here," Zhang Qingyang said, sitting on the edge of the bed, idly playing with the black gag in his hand. Yang Linlin crawled on her knees to his feet, obediently tilting her head up. As the gag was stuffed into her mouth, she instinctively sucked on it, earning a praising pat from her master. Zhang Qingyang tightened the strap, ensuring the gag was secure. "Next is this." He picked up several delicate little bells and began to attach them one by one to Yang Linlin's nipple rings and clit ring. Each time a bell was attached, the cold touch of the metal made her tremble slightly. Especially when the clit ring was also adorned with a bell, the subtle weight caused her private parts to react again. "Turn around," Zhang Qingyang commanded, holding a soft silicone dildo. Yang Linlin obediently turned and knelt on all fours, her buttocks raised high. She could feel her master applying lubricant to the soft silicone dildo. The cool sensation made her anus involuntarily clench – it still ached faintly. "Relax," Zhang Qingyang patted the inside of her thigh, then slowly inserted the soft silicone dildo into her already drenched cunt, until it was fully submerged. The feeling of foreign invasion made Yang Linlin let out a muffled groan, the gag muffling her voice into a vague whimper. Next came the anal plug, slightly smaller but with a vibrating function. With the previous experience, the insertion this time was much smoother, but the sense of shame was no less. Once both toys were in place, Zhang Qingyang secured them with a black chastity belt, the strap digging deeply into her skin. "Stand up," he stepped back to admire his work. Yang Linlin struggled to her feet, the metal accessories on her body jingling. Her hands were cuffed behind her back, and her ankles were adorned with ankle cuffs with short chains, restricting her stride. "What else is missing..." Zhang Qingyang feigned thought, then suddenly pulled out a pair of ten-centimeter open-toed high heels from the bottom of the box. "Ah, this." Yang Linlin's toes curled in shame, but she obediently lifted one foot, allowing her master to put on the high heels for her. The slender heels accentuated the elegant lines of her legs, but also made standing difficult. "Perfect," Zhang Qingyang nodded with satisfaction, taking out his phone to snap a few photos. "My little bitch is so beautiful." Yang Linlin's cheeks flushed with praise, the gag in her mouth allowing only muffled whimpers. Zhang Qingyang did a final check of all the equipment: the remote for the vibrator was in his pocket, the chains were secure, and the bells were in the correct position. It was now 11:40 PM, the perfect time to leave. "Remember," he tugged on the chain, forcing Yang Linlin closer, "Are you ready? My little bitch!" Yang Linlin nodded vigorously, her eyes determined. Zhang Qingyang kissed her forehead, then led her towards the garage. With every step, the toys inside her rubbed against her sensitive inner walls, and the bells chimed crisply, as if announcing her status as a sex slave. The motion-activated light in the garage flickered on, illuminating Zhang Qingyang's black SUV. He opened the trunk and took out a blanket, spreading it on the back seat – not for Yang Linlin's comfort, but to prevent her bodily fluids from staining the leather seats. "Get in," he unfastened the chain and gestured for her to climb in. Yang Linlin hesitated for a second – climbing into the car with high heels and ankle cuffs was not easy. But she quickly found a way: supporting herself with her knees, she inched her way into the car. During this process, the bells on her body continued to jingle, and the soft silicone dildo stimulated her inner walls with friction from her movements. Zhang Qingyang admired her clumsy yet determined efforts until she was fully inside the car, then re-fastened the chain to a fixing ring beneath the seat. "Good girl," he patted her ass, then closed the car door. As the car pulled out of the garage, Zhang Qingyang turned on the vibrator to its lowest setting. Yang Linlin immediately writhed in the back seat, her moans trapped in her throat by the gag. In the rearview mirror, he could see the inner sides of her thighs had become wet again. In the darkness, Yang Linlin curled up in the cage, the iron bars digging into her knees and elbows. The metal tag on her nose swayed gently with each breath, emitting a faint "ding-dong" sound in the silent night. She tried to find a more comfortable position, but the cage's limited size forced her into an awkward posture. Suddenly, a burst of static crackled from the speaker on her collar, followed by Zhang Qingyang's sleepy voice: "Lin Nu, are you awake?" Yang Linlin flinched violently, the metal restraints clanking with a crisp sound. "Mas... Master, Lin Nu is awake." She replied hastily, her voice hoarse from being startled awake. "I saw on the monitor that your sleeping posture was incorrect," Zhang Qingyang's voice came through the collar, with an undeniable sternness. "What are the rules in the cage? Repeat them." Yang Linlin's stomach tightened. She remembered the rules, of course—when sleeping, she had to maintain a kneeling position, with her hips raised and her face towards the camera. But in her exhaustion, she had unconsciously buried her face in her arms. "Lin Nu knows her mistake," she quickly adjusted her posture, the chains rattling. "When sleeping, I should maintain a kneeling position, with hips raised and face towards the monitoring camera." "It's good that you know your mistake." Zhang Qingyang's voice suddenly took on a playful tone. "Since you're awake, let's do something else. Turn your body towards the camera, I want to inspect you!" Yang Linlin awkwardly turned in the cramped cage. The handcuffs and ankle restraints severely limited her movement, forcing her to inch her body around. Finally, she faced the red-glowing camera in the corner of the cage, feeling an indescribable shame—she knew that every expression, every breath she took at this moment was being watched by her Master. "Very good," Zhang Qingyang's voice came from the collar. "Now, lift your right foot and show me the ankle restraint." Yang Linlin bit her lower lip, struggling to lift her right leg in the limited space. The weight of the ankle restraint made this simple action incredibly difficult; she had to exert all her strength to lift her foot high enough. The chain tightened, making a startling sound. "Not high enough," Zhang Qingyang commanded. "Higher, spread your toes." Yang Linlin's leg began to tremble, but she dared not lower it. She took a deep breath and, with all her might, lifted her foot higher until her thigh muscles ached from overstretching. "Excellent, hold that position," Zhang Qingyang seemed satisfied. "Now, use your left hand to touch your right nipple ring." This command made Yang Linlin's face instantly flush red. She tried to lift her left hand, and the chain immediately tightened, painfully digging into her wrist. The edge of the metal breastplate pressed against her ribs, and the nipple ring tugged slightly with the sudden movement, bringing a strange sensation of stinging pain mixed with pleasure. Just as Yang Linlin was about to collapse and lower her foot, a violent vibration suddenly coursed through her body. Zhang Qingyang remotely activated the [X] implanted inside her. The sudden high-frequency vibration made her scream, "Ah! Master! Don't—" "A disobedient little bitch needs a reminder," Zhang Qingyang's voice was cold and ruthless. "Now, switch to the other side and continue the demonstration." The vibration of the [X] stimulated her most sensitive areas from within, pleasure surging through her spine like electricity. Yang Linlin's fingers spasmed, and she finally touched the right nipple ring. She quickly pinched the small metal ring between her thumb and forefinger, afraid her Master would increase the intensity of the [X] again. "Very good," Zhang Qingyang's voice softened slightly. "Now, pull the nipple ring quickly for me to see." "Hold it tighter... yes..." Old Zhang's voice grew hoarse as he guided Yang Linlin's hand up and down, occasionally pressing his thumb against the tip of his penis, smearing the seeping fluid onto her fingers. Yang Linlin felt a wave of dizziness. Her wrists were raw from the handcuffs, forcing her to maintain an awkward posture. What shamed her even more was that with each step, the sensation of Old Zhang's penis rubbing against her palm began to awaken a shameful reaction within her. The inner thighs of her legs started to feel moist again, emitting a faint rustling sound as they rubbed against her stockings. Old Zhang's breathing became more rapid, the hot air he exhaled on the back of her neck giving her goosebumps. "Faster... little slut..." Old Zhang's voice was distorted. One of his hands still controlled Yang Linlin's, while the other snaked under her skirt, roughly kneading her buttocks. Yang Linlin's legs began to tremble, not just from shame, but because Old Zhang's actions forced her to walk in an extremely awkward position. Her waist was slightly tilted forward, her hips pushed back, a posture that allowed Old Zhang to assault her more conveniently. With every step, she could feel Old Zhang's penis throbbing in her palm. "Mmm..." Old Zhang suddenly grunted, and Yang Linlin felt a warm wetness in her palm. Her fingers were instantly filled with a viscous fluid, the disgusting sensation almost making her scream. But Old Zhang didn't let go of her hand. Instead, he continued to use her hand to clean himself, smearing the fluid onto her own hand. "Good girl..." he sighed with satisfaction, finally using her skirt to wipe his now-softened penis. Chen Ziyao suddenly stopped, her high heels making a crisp "click" on the wooden boardwalk. Her slender fingers pointed to a solitary streetlamp about fifty meters away, its pale light forming a blurry halo in the darkness. "See that lamp?" Chen Ziyao's voice was sickeningly sweet, yet it sent a chill down Yang Linlin's spine. Her delicate wrist jiggled slightly, and the thin chain connecting to Yang Linlin's collar made a faint metallic clinking sound. Yang Linlin followed her gaze, her throat tightening. Such a distance, wearing 12-centimeter heels and ankle shackles, and having to do it under the interference of a... vibrator. Her legs involuntarily trembled, and the metal shackles on her ankles made a soft sound. "You have thirty seconds," Chen Ziyao said, pulling a small black remote control from her pocket. Her thumb caressed the switch. "If you don't make it..." Her red lips curved into a dangerous arc, her gaze meaningfully sweeping over Yang Linlin's crotch. Old Zhang chuckled from the side, his rough hand taking the opportunity to squeeze Yang Linlin's buttock. "Little slut, why aren't you going yet?" Yang Linlin bit her lower lip, her eyes welling up. She knew it was an impossible task, but she also knew the consequences of refusal. "Three, two..." Chen Ziyao had already started counting down, simultaneously pushing the remote to its highest setting without hesitation. "One!" Yang Linlin lunged forward. The ankle shackles restricted her stride, and the 12-centimeter stilettos made her feet almost perpendicular to the ground. The most terrifying thing was that the vibrator inside her suddenly activated its maximum vibration mode. The intense stimulation made her legs go weak, almost causing her to fall to her knees. "Ah!" A gasp escaped her throat uncontrollably. The vibrator throbbed wildly inside her, pressing directly against her G-spot. Each pulse felt like an electric current shooting up her spine. Her pussy immediately gushed with a large amount of love fluid, which flowed down her inner thighs, dripping onto the wooden boardwalk. "Twenty-five seconds," Chen Ziyao's icy voice came from behind. Yang Linlin forced herself to move forward, but the high heels and ankle shackles forced her to take small, shuffling steps. Worse, the vibration of the vibrator made it impossible for her to concentrate. Her body, against her will, began to respond to the stimulation, her pussy contracting, craving more. "Twenty seconds." She had barely walked ten meters before Yang Linlin was panting. Sweat trickled down her forehead, soaking the neckline of her white dress. Her legs trembled violently, each step feeling like torture. The metal shackles on her ankles rubbed constantly with her movements, her tender skin already turning red. Old Zhang let out a lewd laugh from behind: "Look at this little bitch's ass wiggling, so slutty!" "Fifteen seconds." Yang Linlin despaired, realizing she couldn't complete the task. She managed to move a few more meters, but the vibrator inside her suddenly changed its vibration mode, shifting from continuous buzzing to intermittent, intense pulses. Each pulse made her knees buckle and her vision blur. "Ten seconds." Her crotch was a mess, her love fluid even soaking through her stockings and flowing down to her ankles, into her high heels. With every step, a sticky squelching sound could be heard. Shame burned her cheeks, but her body grew increasingly sensitive under this torment. "Five seconds." "Alright, that should do it." Chen Ziyao picked up the gray behemoth and poured a generous amount of lubricant onto it. Zhang Wanning stared at the terrifying object, fear surging through her once again. Yet, her body had been trained to an extreme sensitivity, her anus involuntarily contracting as if craving something to fill the void. "Last chance," Chen Ziyao pressed the rounded head of the butt plug against her entrance. "Either relax and accept it, or I'll force it in. The choice is yours." Zhang Wanning took a deep breath, forcing her muscles to relax. She felt the cold metal slowly push in, thicker than before, but miraculously less painful. The well-dilated passage gradually adapted to the size, swallowing the dreadful object bit by bit. "My god, it actually went in..." Lin Jing exclaimed, her eyes wide. A triumphant smile spread across Chen Ziyao's face as she continued to push until the base of the butt plug rested flush against Zhang Wanning's buttocks. The exquisitely crafted tail now stood erect, swaying gently with each of Zhang Wanning's breaths. "Perfect." Chen Ziyao patted Zhang Wanning's flushed cheek. "From now on, this stays inside you until I allow you to remove it. Understand?" Zhang Wanning nodded weakly, her body still immersed in the strange sensation of fullness. She couldn't imagine how something so large could "stay inside" her permanently, let alone what it would feel like to walk or sit. Chen Ziyao turned to Yang Linlin and Lin Jing. "You two, clean up our new toy." She emphasized, "Don't miss a single inch." Yang Linlin immediately leaned down, beginning to lick the lubricant and fluids from Zhang Wanning's inner thighs. Lin Jing hesitated for a moment before doing the same on the other side. Zhang Wanning closed her eyes, letting their tongues roam over her most intimate parts. The presence of the [X] triggered a chain reaction with every lick. The pleasure from the front intertwined with the fullness from the back, plunging her into a semi-conscious state of bliss. "Remember how this feels today, Ning Nu," Chen Ziyao whispered in her ear, her fingers toying with the tail. "From now on, every part of your body belongs to me!" As Chen Ziyao gently tugged the tail, Zhang Wanning let out a moan, a mixture of pain and pleasure... Chapter 45 Streetlights cast distorted reflections on the rain-slicked pavement. With every step Zhang Wanning took, she could feel the gray tail swaying between her buttocks. The fabric of her light gray mini-skirt barely covered her upper thighs, but it couldn't conceal the furry ornament extending from her tailbone. She instinctively reached back to cover it, but Lin Jing grabbed her wrist. "Don't touch it..." Lin Jing's voice was choked with tears. The tail beneath her white mini-skirt swayed gently with her trembling. "She said... we can't touch it with our hands..." Zhang Wanning's fingertips froze in mid-air. Everything that had happened in the KTV room flooded back like a tide—Chen Ziyao's gloved fingers, the cold lubricant, and the metal toy forcibly inserted into her. Dry streaks still lingered on her inner thighs, a mixture of lubricant and some unidentifiable fluids. "But... it..." Zhang Wanning clamped her legs together, the foreign object becoming more pronounced with the movement. Each muscle contraction sent a subtle ache through her. Worse still, as her hips naturally swayed while walking, the artificial tail would lightly brush against her crotch, sending waves of shameful stimulation. Lin Jing was slightly better off. She had been rewarded for being "qualified," but even so, her gait had become unnaturally awkward. Both girls' makeup was smudged by tears, black streaks of eyeliner trailing down their cheeks. "We need to get back to the dorms quickly..." Zhang Wanning bit her lip. Just as she was about to step forward, Lin Jing's phone let out a piercing ring from her bag, and both girls froze. Lin Jing, flustered, fumbled for three attempts before pulling out her phone. The screen displayed "Master," with a video call invitation below. The moment she accepted, Chen Ziyao's exquisitely made-up face filled the screen. She appeared to be in a dimly lit room... "Let me see where my two little bitches have gotten to?" Chen Ziyao's voice was laced with amusement. The camera panned, revealing her long legs. Zhang Wanning unconsciously clenched her buttocks, and the object buried inside responded with a dull ache to her tension.