My finger clicked on the video for day 1 of my ovulation period again.

The scene shifts, and this time, the setting is no longer a cold office or a dirty toilet stall, but a bedroom I’ve never seen before.

But the pink wallpaper all over the room, and the doll I gave her on the bedside table, made me realize in just one second where I was—this was Xuanman’s home.

But lying on this big bed right now are my girlfriend Jingyan and Zhao Chenyu.

Zhao Chenyu lay on his back, with only his pants down, his thick, veiny penis pointing straight at the ceiling.

Jingyan knelt on Zhao Chenyu’s body, her head between his legs, her round, white buttocks sticking up high. Her black leggings and underwear were pulled down and piled up at the back of her knees, revealing her white buttocks and deep cleft.

Jingyan’s head was turned to the side, buried between Zhao Chenyu’s legs. Her small mouth was wide open, and her pink tongue was licking the thick shaft of his penis from bottom to top, just like the action of the tongue licking the cigarette paper when rolling an old-fashioned cigarette, making the shaft in front of her wet and shiny.

At the same time, Zhao Chenyu roughly pried open Jingyan’s buttocks with both hands, completely exposing her private parts to his mouth.

Her tongue, like a nimble snake, teased Jingyan’s plump labia, flicking them left and right, teasing them up and down.

Jingyan moaned incessantly as he played with her, her fair body twisting and turning, yet unable to escape the pleasure of being attacked from above and below.

“Senior, are you a slut?” Zhao Chenyu’s indistinct voice came from between her legs.

Jingyan abruptly spat out the penis, a thin, glistening strand of saliva running from the corner of her mouth all the way to the glans. Without hesitation, Jingyan answered, “Yes.”

After saying that word, she seemed to have completed some important ritual, and immediately lowered her head again, eagerly taking the huge glans into her mouth, and began to swallow and spit it out frantically once more.

Seeing Jingyan’s obedience, Zhao Chenyu stopped licking her vulva.

Instead, he reached out and inserted his hand into Jingyan’s already overflowing wet hole, repeatedly picking out strands of glistening, lustful fluid and smearing it on Jingyan’s snow-white buttocks with a perverse sense of humor.

Soon, Jingyan’s already snow-white buttocks glistened with a wet sheen under the bedroom light, like a piece of exquisite porcelain that had just been glazed and was waiting to be fired in a kiln.

Just as Jingyan was passionately swallowing and spitting out the penis, the whole room echoed with the sounds of “glug, glug” water—

“drop–”

The watch beeped again, like a death knell. Zhao Chenyu instantly pulled up Jingyan’s waistband, “shoving” her wet buttocks into her leggings.

Through the cold screen, on Jingyan’s raised face, I could clearly see two words in her hazy almond-shaped eyes—disappointment.

Ovulation day 2

The screen was completely black, with only a faint sound of wind and a few suppressed, wet swallowing sounds.

A few seconds later, the camera seemed to be adjusted to face the ground, and I could finally see the scene before me—the school rooftop, with the neon lights of the distant city casting an eerie dark red glow on the sky.

In the center of the image, Jingyan is crouching on the ground in humiliation, her body curled up, with Zhao Chenyu’s penis in her mouth. Because she swallowed it so deeply, her fair cheeks are stretched into an unnatural curve.

Just then, a clear “splashing” sound of water rang out, the sound of liquid hitting the cement floor.

Between Jingyan’s parted legs, her pulled-down pants were piled up at her feet, and a stream of yellow water was gushing out, quickly spreading into a dark puddle on the cement floor.

She’s peeing!

My brain went blank for a moment, and I instantly remembered the puddle of urine I’d seen with Xuanman on the rooftop a few days ago. So, what I’d stepped on that day was Jingyan’s urine?

“Senior, you slut, you’re pretty good at swallowing,” Zhao Chenyu’s voice came from behind the camera. He seemed to reach out and pat Jingyan’s face. “A few nights ago, I brought that slut Qianning here to pee, and we were almost caught by some punk.”

The thought that it wasn’t Jingyan was quickly replaced by a deeper despair.

Even if that puddle of urine wasn’t hers, wasn’t she doing the same, or even more despicable and shameless thing right now?

The camera was too dark for me to see Jingyan’s face clearly. Thank goodness, thank goodness I couldn’t see Jingyan’s face clearly…

The sound of water gradually subsided, and it seemed that Jingyan had finished urinating.

“Your mouth is so warm, I wonder if your pussy is cold now.” Zhao Chenyu pulled his penis out of Jingyan’s mouth and teased her in a lewd tone.

Despite the lewd teasing, Jingyan in the video didn’t get angry. She simply pulled up her pants silently, then took Zhao Chenyu’s hand and walked towards the stairwell.

“Where are you going, senior?”

“Go back to your place.” Jingyan’s voice was urgent, tinged with impatience. She actually wanted to go to Zhao Chenyu’s place! Just then—

“drop–”

The watch beeped.

Zhao Chenyu waved his wrist at Jingyan, showing off the glowing watch face, and said with a smile, “Senior, today’s fifteen minutes are over.”

Jingyan suddenly stopped and turned around to glare at Zhao Chenyu, her pretty face filled with intense resentment.

“Zhao Chenyu! Are you kidding me?!”

The video ended, and I nervously clicked on “Ovulation Day 3”.

The screen lights up, and the scene returns to Xuanman’s home.

Jingyan’s pants were pulled down halfway, and she knelt on the sofa with her plump buttocks sticking out high, striking a pose of being completely submissive.

Zhao Chenyu knelt behind her, holding her waist, and was thrusting in and out forcefully.

“Slap slap slap slap slap!” With each thrust of his hips, Jingyan’s entire body arched forward, but her two snow-white, round buttocks twisted backward with all their might to meet him.

Jingyan’s cheeks flushed crimson, and the moans escaping her lips were no longer suppressed. Between the wanton moans, she even murmured pleadingly, “Ahhh… Zhao Chenyu… insert it…”

Come on…put it in…ahhh!”

Upon hearing her words, I subconsciously looked at the part where they were intercourse. Zhao Chenyu’s penis was not inserted into Jingyan’s private parts at all, but into the base of her tightly closed thighs.

But after I understood, my heart shattered even more completely.

Even with this kind of superficial and insincere insult and manipulation, Jingyan’s body gave the most honest response.

From the camera’s angle, I could clearly see that between her tightly closed legs, her dark pubic hair was already soaked with vaginal fluid, and the viscous liquid was even uncontrollably flowing down her inner thighs, making her entire crotch area wet.

“drop–”

The watch on the coffee table rang again. But this time, before Zhao Chenyu could make a move, Jingyan went berserk, snatched the watch, and threw it away with all her might.

The watch flew through the air in an arc before crashing heavily against the wall with a crisp cracking sound.

Zhao Chenyu was taken aback, but looking at Jingyan’s chest heaving violently with anger and lust, he showed no anger on his face, and a victorious smile appeared on his lips.

My fingers felt like they didn’t belong to me as I clicked on the subsequent videos one by one.

On the fourth, fifth, and sixth days of the “ovulation period,” the scenes in the video kept changing, sometimes in the oppressive student council office, and sometimes in Xuanman’s bedroom full of girlish charm.

Zhao Chenyu was like a cold-blooded animal tamer, tormenting Jingyan in all sorts of ways.

Sometimes he would rub his fingers back and forth at the entrance of her already overflowing honey hole, but he wouldn’t go in; other times he would rub his penis against the inside of her thighs and the cleft of her buttocks, and just as she was about to reach her climax, he would suddenly pull out.

In this repeated teasing, Jingyan either screamed and experienced one powerless dry orgasm after another, or was tormented to the point of spasm, but could not even touch the edge of orgasm.

My heart, too, was being slowly tortured with every groan and gasp she made in the video.

Until “day 7 of ovulation”, the video cut back to Xuanman’s bedroom.

Jingyan, like a lamb to the slaughter, knelt on the bed with her lower body naked, raising her plump, round buttocks high in a standard, seductive downward-facing dog position.

Zhao Chenyu didn’t even touch her; he just sat on the edge of the bed and used his fingers to probe her already muddy and wet vulva, which she had just pulled down her pants.

Jingyan buried her head tightly in the soft pillow, and the moans coming from her mouth were fragmented and broken by desire.

As Zhao Chenyu’s fingers penetrated deeper and deeper, her body convulsed violently, her buttocks uncontrollably circling, trying to accommodate the fingers that brought her ultimate pleasure.

After more than ten minutes of intense stimulation, Jingyan’s body suddenly tensed up like a bow, and she let out a long, mournful cry. Her entire body convulsed violently as Zhao Chenyu brought her to orgasm with just his fingers.

I thought the video would end here.

However, before the afterglow of the climax had completely dissipated and her body was still twitching slightly, Jingyan, who was lying on the bed, turned her head and said weakly, “Zhao Chenyu… let’s… time it one more time.”

These words were like a red-hot knife, stabbing into my already riddled heart.

After being brought to orgasm by Zhao Chenyu’s hands, Jingyan felt no shame or exhaustion; instead, she… took the initiative to ask for more!

“Smack—”

With a crisp sound, Zhao Chenyu slapped Jingyan’s still slightly trembling bottom and laughed, “Senior, you still have to go back and make soup for your senior, don’t you?” These words were like a bucket of ice water, extinguishing all of Jingyan’s desires and pleas.

She deflated instantly, like a punctured balloon, gently wiggling her hips and burying her flushed face deep between her arms, leaving me only with a series of rapid and aggrieved breaths.

“Don’t rush, senior. It’ll be the weekend in a few days.”

Jingyan froze, looked up, and a hint of frantic anticipation flickered in her watery eyes: “The weekend? Then the weekend it is!”

She agreed so quickly, so eagerly.

“Sure,” Zhao Chenyu smiled with satisfaction. “However, from today until the weekend, you have to take a picture of your cunt every night and send it to me. How about that?”

What is he doing? Is he assigning “homework”? Is he extending his control into my home, into the bed where Jingyan and I share a pillow?

From then on, every time Jingyan smiled at me, every time she was intimate with me, she was probably thinking about what position she should use that night to take a lewd photo that would satisfy him even more.

That bastard…

Tap with your finger, and the screen returns to the menu. I look at the next few entries; there are five more…

I took a deep breath, my chest feeling as heavy as lead.

My finger mechanically clicked on the video for “Lunar Phase Day 1”. The videos for the luteal phase are all very short, only half a minute long.

I didn’t know what this meant, but a more ominous premonition than before rose in my heart.

The image is no longer a moving video, but a still photograph.

The background is something I’m very familiar with: the tiled walls of my bathroom.

In the photo, Jingyan is standing straight, and the matching bathrobes we bought together are pulled up to her waist, revealing her bare lower body.

Her hands gripped the edge of her nightgown tightly, her two snow-white thighs stretched taut, forming an alluring Y shape, with her full, pink labia in the middle, covered with pubic hair in an inverted triangle shape. The scene was both shy and full of lewd eroticism.

Did she sneak into the bathroom and take this picture after I fell asleep?

Before I could finish thinking about it, the screen flashed and switched to another photo.

It was still in a bathroom, but the decor was more luxurious. I recognized it as Aunt Ouyang’s home.

The woman in the photo has her legs crossed elegantly, her posture much more relaxed than Jingyan’s. The heart-shaped pubic hair on her private parts exudes a mature and seductive charm.

This is Aunt Ouyang, no doubt about it.

The screen switched again, displaying a screenshot of a chat interface.

The profile picture on the left is in black and white, featuring a cool and aloof woman wearing sunglasses; it’s Aunt Ouyang’s WeChat profile picture.

The video only recorded one sentence she posted and a photo of her crossing her legs, revealing heart-shaped pubic hair.

“Master, please inspect the daily honey hole of the bitch Lan.”

——

“Lunar phase day 2”.

Just like day 1, it started with a photo, a selfie of Jingyan in the school bathroom.

She leaned against the cubicle door, lifted her skirt, and reached down with one hand to shamefully spread her plump labia, showing the camera her already wet opening.

The scene then shifts to the restroom attached to the president’s office at Aunt Ouyang’s company.

She was wearing a smart office lady suit, sitting on the toilet with her legs wide open, and she used her hands to spread her labia, revealing her wet and glistening vulva.

After the two photos, the screen switched to a video. In the video, Aunt Ouyang, wearing a black face mask, was leaning back on the sofa, video chatting with Zhao Chenyu.

“You little rascal, you haven’t touched me for half a month,” Aunt Ouyang said, her tone full of resentment and dissatisfaction. “Are you looking for death?”

“No, no, it’s the weekend,” Zhao Chenyu said with a forced smile.

“Okay, then it’ll be the weekend.” Aunt Ouyang’s tone instantly became expectant.

“Luteal phase day3”

It’s another photo of Jingyan. She’s kneeling on her dorm bed, her buttocks sticking up high, and she’s taken off her jeans, revealing her vulva to the camera.

The photo was taken from a slightly rearward angle, so it couldn’t possibly have been taken by her.

No one but Mu Qianning could take such a photo for her.

The scene then shifts, and it shows Aunt Ouyang again.

In the CEO’s lounge of her company, she was kneeling on the bed, in the exact same position as her daughter, with her buttocks sticking out and her genitals exposed.

The inside of the hole was completely wet…

Next, there are screenshots of the chat history.

Aunt Ouyang: “How was it? The picture Lingze just took for me, doesn’t it have a great feel to it?”

Zhao Chenyu: “As expected of President Lan, who just finished the company’s investment meeting. Was she this wet down there during the meeting? You’re getting more and more lewd.” Aunt Ouyang: “Bad master~ I’m waiting for you. It’s almost the weekend.”

——

“Luteal phase day 4”.

The photo is dark, seemingly taken in a closed space. The only thing in the picture is a pair of tightly closed thighs and a wet, reflective vulva between the thighs.

But in the dim light, my eyes were fixed on the sheets beneath her.

Light blue with a dandelion pattern… No doubt about it, these are my bedroom sheets!

In other words, Jingyan was right next to me, and while I was asleep, she lifted the covers, spread her legs, and took a picture of her wet vagina for another man!

Before I could process this overwhelming anger, the scene changed, still dark, still showing only a close-up of a wet, honeyed vulva.

But my eyes were fixed on the bed sheet—yes, it was the silk bed sheet from Aunt Ouyang’s bedroom.

I could even tell from the curve of the blanket that there was another person lying next to her—it could only be Uncle Qin, who was fast asleep!

Chat history screenshot.

Aunt Ouyang: You’re so mean!

Zhao Chenyu: “You’re so slutty!”

Aunt Ouyang: “I have some things to take care of tomorrow, you’ll come with me.”

Zhao Chenyu: “Okay!”

Aunt Ouyang: “It’s been almost a month, and your CEO bitch is really in heat.”

The scene changes, and golden lights shine down from the ceiling, casting dappled light spots on the artificial turf, just like the indoor golf course that Aunt Ouyang took me to.

Aunt Ouyang stood at the batting position, her delicate collarbone exposed at the V-neck of her white knitted sweater, her tight shorts hugging her full hips, and the two bare sections of her legs between her dark gray stockings and shorts gleamed like pearls under the light.

The striking color contrast with the surrounding fabric makes you want to reach out and feel its smoothness and elasticity.

She bent down slightly to place the golf ball, which made her already perky peach-shaped buttocks stand out even more, and the fabric of her tight shorts stretched taut, outlining a perfect crescent-shaped curve.

Her legs were shoulder-width apart, knees slightly bent, and her calves, encased in dark gray stockings, showed defined muscle lines, revealing the firmness that comes from regular exercise.

“Seventh hole, par 4.” The electronic scoreboard flashed to her right.

Aunt Ouyang took a deep breath, her full chest heaving as she clasped her left and right hands together, her thumbs resting on the handles, forming a standard overlapping grip.

Then, she began to subtly adjust the position of her hips.

First, sway slightly to the left to shift your weight to your left foot, then sway back to the right.

This subtle movement caused her pert buttocks to sway gently like a pendulum, and the fabric of her tight shorts rippled with the contraction and relaxation of her muscles.

The waist sinks slightly, the buttocks stick out backward, and the spine forms a beautiful S-shaped curve.

“Hoo~” I heard the man in the suit next to me let out a short, suppressed gasp.

Aunt Ouyang’s gaze remained fixed on the little white ball.

Keep your buttocks in a raised position, like a fully drawn bow, gathering strength.

Slightly turn your shoulders to the right, causing your upper body to form a perfect twisting angle.

This pose caused the hem of her knitwear to lift slightly, revealing a section of her fair lower back.

“Bang!”

With a sudden turn of Aunt Ouyang’s body, the cue stick collided with the ball, making a crisp sound, and flew towards the simulation screen fifty meters away.

On Aunt Ouyang’s pert buttocks, the fabric of her shorts sank deep between her thighs and buttocks, revealing the outline of her gluteal muscles working.

“Beautiful!” Zhao Chenyu’s voice, carrying a perfectly timed compliment, came from the side.

Aunt Ouyang stepped off the lawn and handed the golf club to the owner of the camera—Zhao Chenyu.

“President Lan! What do you think about the investment…” The man in the suit next to her rubbed his hands together, following closely behind, his tone full of nervousness and flattery.

“I don’t know how you knew I was here. I’ve already finalized one collaboration today and have no interest in the next. I don’t play games, but someone told me that apart from this promotional animation, nothing about your project can be trusted!” Aunt Ouyang didn’t even spare him a glance, her voice icy cold. After she finished speaking, she ignored the man who stood frozen in place, raised her hand to toss her long, wavy hair, the golden waves shimmering under the lights, and then strode away towards the exit without looking back.

“Xiao Zhao!” Aunt Ouyang called out to Zhao Chenyu without turning her head, her tone revealing impatience.

“Hey!” As the camera swayed, Zhao Chenyu jogged up behind Aunt Ouyang. In the shot, all that was left was Aunt Ouyang’s swaying peach-shaped buttocks and two sections of plump, white flesh that were sometimes visible and sometimes hidden between her dark gray stockings and shorts.

The scene shifts to a closed train carriage, where the atmosphere is so oppressive it’s hard to breathe.

Aunt Ouyang sat in the passenger seat, wearing a bright red trench coat. Beneath her high nose bridge were two thin lips pressed tightly together. Although her shrewd phoenix eyes revealed a hint of undisguised fatigue, the powerful aura she exuded was enough to lower the temperature of the entire car by several degrees.

Let alone Zhao Chenyu, even I felt my breath catch in my throat and dared not breathe when I saw her like this through the screen.

The vehicle slowly came to a stop. Looking out the window, I saw another detached house. I glanced at the sky; it was a hazy gray with no sun, but it wasn’t nighttime.

“I’ll go in first.” Aunt Ouyang said this, then pushed open the door and got out of the car, the hem of her red trench coat flashing in the wind.

The only sounds inside the car were the low hum of the engine and the whirring of the air conditioner. The car door opened and closed again, and Zhao Chenyu waited quietly inside for five minutes.

The camera shook again as Zhao Chenyu pushed open the car door and got out. With a soft “click,” the door opened, and the scene inside instantly made me hold my breath.

The golden chandelier illuminated the first floor, and the soft light spilled onto the Persian carpet in the entryway. Just minutes before, Aunt Ouyang was wearing a red trench coat and exuding an aura so powerful that people dared not look directly at her. Now, she was kneeling on the carpet, mostly naked, on all fours, like a pet waiting for its owner to return.

She slightly tilted her delicate and charming face up, her captivating peach blossom eyes looking up at the camera with moist eyes—looking up at Zhao Chenyu who had just walked in!

“Master~ Do you like it?” Aunt Ouyang’s voice became sticky and cloying, full of humble flattery.

As she spoke, she rubbed her knees against the soft carpet as she crawled forward, making a soft “rustling” sound, until she reached Zhao Chenyu’s feet. Her peach blossom eyes, which appeared watery from looking up, were now filled with undisguised lewdness and pleading.

The once powerful and influential female CEO has completely changed her demeanor.

A red leather collar was tightly around her neck, with a gold dog chain that gleamed with metallic luster fastened to it, the other end of which dangled down to her chest.

She wore only a red lingerie piece with white velvet trim on her high, firm breasts. The fabric was so small that it barely covered the erect nipples on her two round, perky breasts, leaving most of her pink areolas exposed to the air, trembling slightly with her breath.

Her lower body was also covered by a matching pair of triangle panties, also with white velvet trim. The thong-like fabric barely covered the very core of her pink vulva, leaving her carefully trimmed heart-shaped pubic hair completely exposed without any shame.

In stark contrast to this extremely revealing outfit, she was also wearing matching red arm and leg warmers with white velvet trim on her forearms and calves, adding an absurd playfulness to her lewd and mature bitch-like appearance.

“How is it? Lingze said you’ll like it dressed like this.” Aunt Ouyang knelt up, pressing her cheek tightly against Zhao Chenyu’s crotch. While rubbing her delicate face against the already bulging fabric, she reached out her slender hands and skillfully unbuckled his belt and trousers.

“Just a moment ago, she was the CEO and sugar daddy who made that man kneel and beg, and now she’s kneeling down?” Zhao Chenyu’s hand stroked Aunt Ouyang’s smooth, wavy hair, his fingers running through the strands, with a hint of amusement and contempt.

“Yes… I like it this way…” Aunt Ouyang’s lips, through a thin layer of underwear, kissed Zhao Chenyu’s already hard and burning penis. “Outside, you’re my little follower, and I’m your big boss; here, you’re my big master, and I’m your little mother.”

“Dog.” Her eyes were completely intoxicated, her tone extremely ambiguous, as if the soul within her had been replaced.

“You slut, have you wanted this for a while?” Zhao Chenyu roughly shoved his thumb into Aunt Ouyang’s slightly open mouth. She didn’t resist at all; instead, she took the initiative to stick out her warm, smooth tongue and carefully lick Zhao Chenyu’s finger.

“I want it every day… Master… Please, hurry up and play with me… Play with your Lan Zong, play with your little mother.”

“Dog…” Aunt Ouyang raised one hand, held up the golden dog leash symbolizing her dominance, and respectfully handed it to Zhao Chenyu.

Zhao Chenyu grabbed the cold chain and gave it a gentle tug. Aunt Ouyang’s body involuntarily leaned forward. He turned and walked towards the living room, pulling the dog leash. Aunt Ouyang followed him obediently like a real pet, crawling on the ground on her knees and paws.

The camera pans as they move.

That’s when I noticed that behind Aunt Ouyang’s pitifully small panties, between her buttocks, there was actually a fluffy fox tail stuffed in.

Her tail swayed behind her as she crawled, and with the furry sleeves and leg covers on her limbs, she really looked no different from a pet being kept by a person.

Zhao Chenyu led her to the center of the living room and unleashed the dog’s leash.

Aunt Ouyang immediately understood, skillfully climbed onto the sofa, turned over, and shamelessly spread her legs, completely exposing her most private parts, just like a puppy that was completely unguarded with its owner, letting its belly be touched.

Zhao Chenyu’s hand only lightly touched her wet private parts, without even touching the core, but Aunt Ouyang’s body was as if she had been electrocuted, and she instantly burst into violent spasms.

“Ah~” She raised her head high and let out a long and charming moan.

Zhao Chenyu’s fingers parted the barely visible fabric and slid into her honey pot, relentlessly digging inwards.

Fingers stirred inside the wet, tight flesh, making lewd, squelching sounds.

With just a few forceful thrusts, a large amount of clear, lustful fluid spurted out from her vagina, wetting his own hand and the sofa beneath her.

Whether by coincidence or not, the vaginal fluid happened to flow onto the red leather.

“Do you like it?” Zhao Chenyu’s voice carried a hint of amusement.

“Ah…I like it…Master…It feels so good…Keep going…Keep playing with my cunt…” Aunt Ouyang gasped, urging her on impatiently.

Zhao Chenyu suddenly stopped what he was doing, and pulled his fingers out of her wet and slippery opening, bringing out a glistening thread.

“Hmm? Master… why did you stop…” Aunt Ouyang twisted her waist, urging him impatiently.

“Do you want to be fucked by your master?” Zhao Chenyu asked.

“I’ve been wanting to die! It’s been almost a month! Master, fuck me! Fuck me hard with your big cock!” Aunt Ouyang made no attempt to hide her desire, shouting lewdly.

“Then listen to me,” Zhao Chenyu commanded.

The screen went black, and the video ended.

There’s one last video left, and it’s also the longest one.

I took a deep breath, my chest feeling heavy and anxious. At this point, I could roughly guess what was going to happen, but I still reached out and pressed the play button.

The screen lit up, and the scene switched to the monitoring room inside the detached building, where the cold screen emitted a faint blue light.

Aunt Ouyang was tied to the chair where Jingyan had been tied before. Her eyes were covered with a black lace blindfold, and a bright red butterfly-shaped gag was stuffed into her mouth, forcibly prying open her red lips so that she could only make meaningless “woo woo” sounds.

Her already meager bra and panties were tossed aside, but she still had her sleeves and leg warmers. Her two already erect nipples were held in place by silver metal clips, each with a small red bell attached, ready to ring out a shameful, crisp sound with the slightest tremor of her body.

The red collar, a symbol of submission, remained around her snow-white neck. Zhao Chenyu had also carefully arranged the golden dog chain, letting it pass through her deep cleavage, over her flat, firm abdomen, and down to the base of the dildo.

This arrangement seemed to be declaring in the most straightforward way that Aunt Ouyang’s dignity and her sexual organs were firmly controlled by this chain.

“Mmm!”

Aunt Ouyang tried to twist, but her arms and legs were spread wide into an extreme split, her left wrist and left ankle were locked together with leather handcuffs, and her right wrist and right ankle were also locked together, putting her in the exact same position as when Jingyan was tied up.

Her entire private parts were exposed to the camera without any cover. The tender flesh on the inside of her thighs was stretched to its limit, trembling slightly, telling a story of silent pain and shame.

And at her wide-open honey hole, a thick, realistic-looking penis was pressing against it. The base of the penis was connected to a motor, but it was not running at the moment. It was just silently and forcefully filling her wet honey hole.

My ominous premonition grew stronger.

Zhao Chenyu stepped forward and removed Aunt Ouyang’s blindfold.

Stripped of darkness, Aunt Ouyang blinked in confusion. A hint of bewilderment flashed in her beautiful eyes, but after she saw her surroundings clearly, it was quickly replaced by doubt and suppressed terror.

“Ding-dong…” Zhao Chenyu’s fingers gently flicked the bell on her nipple clamp, and the crisp sound echoed in the oppressive room.

He leaned down, his hot breath brushing against Aunt Ouyang’s ear, and whispered in a voice only she could hear, “Wait, there’s a surprise for you.”

Aunt Ouyang’s brows furrowed instantly, and with a gag in her mouth, she could only make muffled “mmm” sounds.

Zhao Chenyu ignored her, turned and left the monitoring room, his figure disappearing from the living room screen, leaving her alone, tied to a chair, facing the cold monitoring screen in front of her.

Her eyes darted wildly between brief moments of composure and uncontrollable panic.

The camera was fixed on the entrance hall of the villa.

Time passed by, and suddenly, the door opened.

A familiar figure walked in. She was wearing a green down jacket and had a hint of nervousness on her face—it was Aunt Ouyang’s daughter, my girlfriend, Qin Jingyan.

The moment Jingyan walked in, the video screen in front of me split in two.

The left side of the screen shows Zhao Chenyu walking towards Jingyan as she changes her shoes, while the right side shows Aunt Ouyang, who is bound and unable to move, in the monitoring room.

Aunt Ouyang stared intently at the monitor screen, her beautiful almond-shaped eyes widening instantly, and even though her lips were stretched taut, they trembled noticeably.

Me too…

“Good afternoon, senior~” Zhao Chenyu’s voice carried a hint of playful intimacy as he greeted Jingyan. Jingyan took off her down jacket, revealing a green and white lace dress underneath. The delicate lace clung tightly to her voluptuous figure, perfectly outlining her full breasts and slender waist.

“What’s so good about it!” Jingyan’s cheeks flushed instantly, and she glared at Zhao Chenyu with a resentful look, but there was no real disgust in her eyes. Instead, it was more like a lover’s coquettishness and reproach.

She walked past Zhao Chenyu and headed straight for the huge rainbow sofa in the living room.

Zhao Chenyu wasn’t in a hurry. He kept his hands in his pockets and followed Jingyan at a leisurely pace until she sat down on the green leather sofa in the middle.

He plopped down right next to her, the sofa sinking under his weight, their arms pressed tightly together, and Jingyan didn’t flinch, tacitly accepting the intimacy.

On the monitor screen in the right-hand room, Aunt Ouyang saw all of this.

She took a deep breath, her chest heaving violently, as if trying to force herself to calm down.

She stared intently at her daughter’s charming expression on the screen, her eyes filled with disbelief and horror.

The scene on the left continues.

Zhao Chenyu suddenly wrapped his right arm around Jingyan’s back, while his left arm slid down and passed directly through the bend of her knees. With a short gasp from Jingyan, he lifted her entire voluptuous body and made her sit sideways in his lap.

“Did you miss me, senior?” Zhao Chenyu’s left hand slid down her calf and took off her leather boots.

Jingyan’s skirt was brushed up by his wrist, revealing her sexy calves in flesh-colored leggings.

“Why would I miss you?” Jingyan lowered her head shyly, not daring to look at him, but one hand unconsciously rested on Zhao Chenyu’s chest, seemingly pushing but not pushing, seemingly hugging but not hugging, full of the contradictions and ambiguity of a young girl’s arousal.

“Pop!” Zhao Chenyu lowered his head and gently kissed Jingyan’s smooth forehead.

A blush instantly rose on Jingyan’s face, burning like fire. Her curved eyelashes trembled slightly uncontrollably, and her lower lip, painted with glossy lipstick, was shyly bitten into a small part by her own pearly teeth.

“If you don’t want me, then you’d better do as I say.” Zhao Chenyu gently unhooked the neckline of Jingyan’s dress and looked down at something inside.

For a moment, I thought I saw it too; it seemed like something was flashing.

“Ouch~” Jingyan playfully slapped Zhao Chenyu’s hand away, but he grabbed her wrist in the process.

Zhao Chenyu slowly lowered his head, his nose almost touching Jingyan’s, their warm breaths mingling.

Jingyan’s breath hitched, her beautiful almond-shaped eyes nervously scanning his face from head to toe, completely losing her composure.

“Senior sister~ If you miss me, give me a kiss.” Zhao Chenyu’s voice was so gentle it seemed to drip with tenderness.

Jingyan slowly closed her eyes and, without hesitation, pushed her red lips upwards.

“Mmm~ kiss~ umm~ umm… kiss~ umm~ umm!”

Sticky, wet kisses filled the living room as Zhao Chenyu’s hand, which had been gripping Jingyan’s wrist, now intertwined with hers.

His tongue forcefully pried open Jingyan’s teeth, swirling wildly in her warm mouth and sucking her sweet saliva.

After a long silence, their lips parted. Zhao Chenyu’s voice, like a feather, brushed against Jingyan’s flushed and passionate face: “Senior, do you want to make love with me?”

Jingyan gasped for breath, her hazy eyes shimmering with desire. Without hesitation, she nodded heavily.

“Um!”

Having received an affirmative answer, Zhao Chenyu picked her up in a princess carry and strode towards the bedroom.

On the right side of the screen, Aunt Ouyang’s eyes were filled with utter shock and despair.

She might be wondering why her daughter, who clearly has a childhood sweetheart boyfriend, is so familiar with Zhao Chenyu.

Why would I flirt with him so shamelessly?

What exactly happened? The scene shifts to the bedroom on the second floor. The curtains are drawn, and bright light shines on Jingyan standing by the bed.

Zhao Chenyu sat on the bed, the two facing each other, the air thick with a tense silence.

“What are you waiting for?” Jingyan’s voice trembled slightly, as if she were shy, or as if she was looking forward to something.

“Wait for your senior to take off her clothes in front of me,” Zhao Chenyu said with a smile.

“Ugh~” Jingyan spat, but her fingers had already obediently picked up the hem of her skirt, revealing her long, beautiful legs, which were covered by flesh-colored leggings, inch by inch, firm and full of elasticity.

She slowly raised her arm and lifted the entire dress over her head.

With a soft “whoosh,” she tossed her silky dress onto the ground to the side.

At this moment, she was only wearing a white, tight-fitting undershirt, but I noticed with a puzzlement that there were two very conspicuous green bows tied at the cuffs of the undershirt, which were completely out of place with the simple and elegant undershirt.

Jingyan nervously clutched the hem of her white undershirt, her long, slender legs unconsciously pressed tightly together.

She looked up at Zhao Chenyu, as if seeking final permission.

Zhao Chenyu nodded slowly.

Having received the order, she closed her eyes, crossed her arms, and lifted her undershirt.

But it would have been better if she hadn’t taken her clothes off. Once she did, my mind went completely blank and my thoughts stopped.

The undershirt fluttered to the ground, revealing Jingyan’s bare upper body.

Yes, she wasn’t wearing any underwear; I just hadn’t noticed the two already erect nipples under her undershirt.

Moreover, the bow on her wrist wasn’t a decoration on her cuff at all, but rather like a handcuff, directly tied to her fair wrist.

But what shocked me the most was not that, but that Jingyan was wearing an extremely lewd bra chain on her chest!

First, there was a metal choker around Jingyan’s neck, its metal frame clinging tightly to her snow-white neck. The cold, hard platinum was inlaid with tiny green gemstones, much like Aunt Ouyang’s choker.

A main chain hangs down directly from the bottom of the necklace, plunging straight into the bottomless cleavage. At the center of the chest, the main chain connects to a heart shape carved from turquoise, like a bullseye full of wicked temptation.

Centered on this heart shape, six thinner chains extend outwards in a radial pattern, precisely covering the two full D-cup breasts like a spider web.

Each delicate chain is adorned with pearls of varying sizes, their warm luster highlighting the fair, tender flesh and creating a striking contrast with the cold metal.

Two chains cleverly passed over the top of her breasts from above, sliding down to the sides along the rounded, full curves; two other chains supported the bottom edge of her breasts from below, eventually converging at her back.

This design not only did not obscure any of her breasts, but instead, it seemed as if it were being meticulously measured with a ruler, perfectly outlining, dividing, and emphasizing her two snow-white and plump breasts.

Even more lewd were the two thin chains in the middle, with two green butterfly nipple clamps attached to the ends of the chains. As the chains fell with gravity, the two butterflies clamped onto Jingyan’s pink nipples, as if they were two butterflies greedily feeding on nectar, forever bound to this garden of desire.

“Wow…it’s gorgeous!” Zhao Chenyu’s eyes widened, his gaze almost tangible as he repeatedly licked the alluring scenery on Jingyan’s chest.

Jingyan instinctively pressed her arm tightly against her side, her face already flushed red.

Her body trembled slightly with shame, and her large breasts swayed gently.

The chains covering the breasts were immediately stretched taut, sinking deep into the soft flesh and leaving ambiguous and erotic indentations.

The pearls rolled on the fair skin, the chain in the middle swaying from side to side, as if silently speaking the language of desire, enticing the man’s most primal impulses.

“Senior, you haven’t finished taking your clothes off yet,” Zhao Chenyu said.

Upon hearing this, Jingyan leaned down slightly, hooked her jade-colored leggings around the waist with her hands, and slowly pulled them down.

The waistband of her leggings slid slowly over her full, perky buttocks, revealing her lower body—and I felt dizzy again.

Jingyan wasn’t without underwear; rather, between her tightly closed legs, a pair of open-crotch green lace erotic panties were tightly constricting her plump hips and the tender flesh of her inner thighs. The crotch of the panties was completely hollowed out, revealing her vulva and a green heart-shaped anal plug tightly clamped between her buttocks.

Not only that, but she also had two green bows wrapped around her ankles, just like the ones on her wrists.

A bra chain, open-crotch panties, bows on her wrists and ankles, and a green heart-shaped anal plug—these obscene items, like green poisonous vines, defiled Jingyan’s pure and fair body, making her look like a carefully dressed, lewd living toy about to be offered to Zhao Chenyu.

Moreover, I only learned from Zhao Chenyu’s words that he had Jingyan prepare all of this.

Not only was I shocked, but Aunt Ouyang in the monitoring room on the right, after staring intently at her daughter’s lewd outfit on the screen for a few seconds, subconsciously glanced at the furry red arm sleeves on her wrist, as if she instantly understood something.

Her body, which had been tense with anger and fear, suddenly went limp, her head, which had been held high, drooped limply, and a long sigh, both resigned and self-mocking, escaped from her bulging mouth.

“Senior, you’re my goddess!” Zhao Chenyu suddenly knelt down on one knee, took Jingyan’s hand, which was adorned with a bow, and gently kissed the back of her hand. Jingyan lowered her head shyly, not daring to look at him.

After the kiss, Zhao Chenyu quickly got up, swiftly stripped off his clothes, revealing his muscular body.

“Next—” Zhao Chenyu walked up to Jingyan, pulled her into his arms, pinched her chin, forced her to look at him, and whispered as his lips almost touched hers, “My goddess, let me defile you~”

“Pop—”

“Um!”

The two kissed passionately once again.

Jingyan’s arms instantly wrapped around Zhao Chenyu’s neck, while Zhao Chenyu’s hand gave her plump buttocks a hard squeeze, then he turned her around and pressed her heavily onto the large bed behind him.

“Hmm~”

Zhao Chenyu’s hand slid down Jingyan’s flat stomach, his fingers expertly probing towards her pink vulva exposed between her legs by her open-crotch panties.

Jingyan’s body trembled violently. Her long, beautiful legs, bound by a green bow, seemed to instinctively and without resistance slowly spread open to the sides, providing him with the most convenient passage for his violation.

Zhao Chenyu’s fingers only lightly touched Jingyan’s opening, without even penetrating, before he raised his hand and showed it to Jingyan’s face.

On her fingertips, glistening, viscous vaginal fluid stretched into erotic threads under the light.

“Senior, you’re already this wet?” Zhao Chenyu’s voice was full of teasing.

Jingyan’s beautiful cheeks flushed crimson. She nodded gently, her lips slightly parted but unable to utter a word.

“When did it start?” he pressed, his voice growing deeper. “Huh? It’s not that you get wet just thinking about me?” Zhao Chenyu feigned regret, but the smugness in his eyes was obvious.

Jingyan abruptly turned her head to the other side and ignored him.

But I grew up with her, and I understand the meaning behind her action better than anyone else.

This is not a denial, but an admission.

She was so ashamed that she could not express in words the lewdness of her body.

Not only did I understand, but Aunt Ouyang in the monitoring room understood as well. Looking at her daughter’s seductive, lustful expression on the screen, seemingly infatuated with a man other than her boyfriend, the light in her eyes dimmed.

Zhao Chenyu said nothing more, got up from the bed and straddled Jingyan’s face, his slightly erect penis pointing directly at her red lips.

Before he could even speak, Jingyan opened her cherry-like mouth, her warm oral cavity emitting a sweet fragrance.

To my surprise, Jingyan’s slender hand slid down to between her wide-open legs and gently stroked her sensitive clitoris. The green ribbons on her wrists and ankles were almost touching in this position, resembling a blooming green flower.

On her most private vulva, a flower gradually blooms, its green color deepening.

Perhaps it was the familiarity brought about by a long-term physical relationship, or perhaps it was the lewd inertia accumulated from countless previous torments, but at this moment, Jingyan in the video was so proactive that she felt unfamiliar to me and frightened me.

Jingyan’s red lips were forced open by Zhao Chenyu’s gradually hardening penis, and her wet and warm mouth coated the first layer of sweet saliva on this sex toy that was about to conquer her.

As Zhao Chenyu lifted his hips and temporarily withdrew, Jingyan immediately reached out with her other hand, which wasn’t used for masturbation, and grasped the thick shaft. Her pink tongue darted out, gently rotating the glans on her tongue, licking the urethral opening and coronal sulcus in circles.

“So hard!” Jingyan let out a satisfied sigh.

“It’s really hard, just like what you ate in the student council office last time. It went from soft to hard until it completely filled your little mouth.” Zhao Chenyu’s words were like a sharp knife, not only piercing my eardrums but also stabbing into Aunt Ouyang’s heart in the monitoring room, causing her brows to furrow in pain.

“Mmm!” Jingyan let out a heavy nasal sound, whether it was an affirmation of that memory or a muffled groan of aroused desire, it was hard to tell.

She opened her mouth again and took Zhao Chenyu’s fully erect penis deep into her mouth. Zhao Chenyu was not polite at all and skillfully thrust his waist, beginning to pump in and out of her warm mouth.

Jingyan’s beautiful chin rose and fell passively with each thrust of his penis. This once sacred and noble face, which I had kissed countless times, had now become a lowly cunt used solely to please another man.

“Pop!”

A crisp sucking sound filled the air as Jingyan slowly withdrew her moist, delicate red lips from the hot, erect penis. A strand of saliva glistened on her lips, but her slender, white fingers remained firmly gripping the shaft, gently stroking it along the veins: “Mmm~ You’re so hard~”

“Senior, do you want it?” Zhao Chenyu bluntly exposed the hidden meaning in her words. “Yes!” Jingyan nodded emphatically, making no attempt to hide it.

“Was it already soaking wet when you touched it yourself?”

“Mmm…” Her voice was even lower, a shameful acquiescence.

“Senior, can you help me put this on?” Zhao Chenyu took out a black ring from the bedside table, which gleamed dimly under the light.

“What is this?” Jingyan held it in her hand and examined it closely. It looked like a small roll of tape.

“Help me put it on.” Zhao Chenyu held his erect penis up in front of Jingyan’s face, veins bulging, exuding a masculine aura.

Jingyan didn’t ask any questions and obediently slipped the ring onto the base of Zhao Chenyu’s penis.

The ring binding made the already monstrous penis appear even more engorged, with veins bulging, like a wild beast about to break free.

“Position yourself in your favorite way.”

As soon as Zhao Chenyu finished speaking, Jingyan immediately turned over and knelt on the bed with practiced movements.

She even took a pillow and put it under her arm, then stuck her entire buttocks up high, facing Zhao Chenyu behind her.

With this movement, her full D-cup breasts, along with the intricate bra chain and turquoise heart on her chest, dangled in mid-air due to gravity.

They swayed slightly as her body stabilized, just like my heart, suspended in mid-air, swaying left and right, floating uncertainly, not knowing where it would fall next.

“I knew you loved doggy style the most, and loved getting your big ass pounded!” Zhao Chenyu knelt behind Jingyan, holding his purplish-red glans covered in Jingyan’s saliva, teasing her already overflowing labia, and smearing her juices onto his penis, mixing them into an even more lewd lubricant.

Jingyan closed her eyes, her long eyelashes trembling slightly, her body tense, like someone holding a target, waiting for the other to shoot, not daring to move.

Meanwhile, in the monitoring room, Aunt Ouyang, watching her daughter’s skilled yet lewd pre-pleasure posture, finally closed her eyes in despair.

“Senior, the big cock you’ve been waiting for is about to go in.” Zhao Chenyu’s glans gently pressed against Jingyan’s wet labia, feeling her body tremble.

“Okay!” I couldn’t believe my ears; Jingyan actually responded to him excitedly!

The next second, Zhao Chenyu’s glans slowly disappeared into Jingyan’s honey hole. He held Jingyan’s two plump buttocks, and thrust his waist forward. His thick penis forced open the tightly closed opening, pushed aside layers of moist tender flesh, and forcibly opened Jingyan’s honey hole until the entire penis was completely swallowed and filled the deepest part of her body.

“Ah—” Jingyan tilted her head back and let out a satisfied moan, her face full of blissful delight.

“Ugh—!”

This painful groan came from the right, from Aunt Ouyang’s monitoring room!

My gaze was suddenly drawn to it.

Aunt Ouyang had opened her eyes at some point, and they were now wide open.

Her gaze wasn’t on the screen, but rather on the space between her wide-open legs, on her vagina being blocked by a purple dildo.

I was shocked too, because the dildo that was just pressing against her labia had now been deeply inserted into her vagina!

Could it be that…