Chapter 012 | 0012 A Sudden Rain of Slaps (Harold, SP)
“cloud”.
Wu Xian thought it was her master calling her name.
She made a gesture of opening her eyes, but her vision was completely obscured by something covering the two amber beads she used to see.
Wu Xian let out an "Ah," realizing that this was her master's arrangement.
She called out, "Master—"
The master chuckled. She heard rain outside the window, and his laughter mingled with the patter of the rain. "Cloud," he called again, his voice muffled and indistinct. In the rain, his voice was like a vast sea, each syllable threatening to knock her unconscious.
Wu Xian trembled.
She then realized that she was kneeling on the ground, completely naked, with her hands tied behind her back, and her chest feeling heavy due to gravity.
"Cloud, call me."
A man's hoarse voice rang out. He wasn't very fluent in Chinese, and his English pronunciation was also strange. The combination of these two oddities made him seem like a wild beast that had strayed into human civilization, down-and-out and unruly.
But his tone was too fast to make Wu Xian's ears buzz. She couldn't grasp her master's position, just like him, who was adrift and unpredictable.
"Owner--"
Her mistress was so charming that Wu Xian felt a little dizzy.
She wanted to remain kneeling but also desperately wanted to find her master's position; trying to do two things at once caused her body to sway.
Did she kneel for a long time? Why are her knees sore and swollen?
Wu Qian then leaned forward, her hands bound, unable to maintain her balance. She was unable to save herself, and being a strange child, she lacked the instinct to avoid danger.
In the pitch black, Wu Qian stumbled into a hard, cold embrace. He had no heartbeat and no breath, but that saved her from falling to the ground and getting bruised and battered.
This is Wu Xian's owner, and she is very attached to him. "Master caught Cloud."
"Did I tell you to say something else?"
"I'm sorry, Master."
The master grabbed her throat, his strong fingers pressing painfully on her collarbone. Her dark, slender artery was compressed, pounding fiercely like her heartbeat, one beat after another, yet so fragile.
The master's behavior is dangerous for Wuxian.
But she tilted her head back, looking no different from the woman in the oil painting who stretched out her neck to be hanged.
He will maintain a good balance and won't lose control.
The master's hands were large, like a collar around her neck, pressing her down until her head touched the ground. Her waist was bent over because the master's thighs couldn't keep up, and the rush of blood to her head made her dizzy.
The master pressed his index finger against her chin to make her lift her head, reducing the dizziness.
Another strong hand caressed her body, the cold temperature causing goosebumps to rise on Wu Xian's skin. Her breasts, back, and inner thighs were touched, but her upturned buttocks felt empty.
She knew what he was going to do, and the less she tried to avoid it, the more obvious it became.
Wu Xian bit her lip. She liked her master's caresses, but she also had to prepare for the slap that might fall at any moment. Her heart was pounding, and beads of sweat even appeared on the tip of her nose.
She couldn't help but shake her hips.
The owner asked her, "Cloud, did you go out to graze today?"
"I..." Wu Qian heard herself retorting. Did she eat grass? Or did she dig up some soil? She couldn't remember; her memory was hazy.
As she pondered this question, Wu Qian felt as if she had once again descended from her master's lap, becoming a wandering ghost, with everything shrouded in a heavy, indistinct curtain.
Wu Xian didn't know, she didn't know, was there such a thing? Her head felt heavy...dizzy.
"Cloud, call me!"
“Master—” Wu Xian suddenly realized that she had almost forgotten her master. At this moment, she fell from the air again and returned to her solid knees.
The next moment, his palm struck her buttocks, and pain rose up. Even though the master lacked the warmth that a human should have, his slap still made her buttocks red, swollen and hot.
His hands were strong, but erratic. The master was dangerous. Wu Xian knew he was unstable. Where did this conclusion come from?
"Cloud, call me!"
"Master!" Oh no, Wu Qian almost forgot about her master again.
The owner is not gentle.
He left behind a barrage of slaps, making Wu Xian's buttocks burn, but her master's hands were icy cold. Ice can relieve pain, so his slaps brought pain, but the next moment they would soothe her.
Pain and pleasure both originate from the master.
At this moment, all her senses were under the control of her master.
This contradictory and wonderful feeling made her slick with desire, and with each thrust, Wu Xian would call out to him, "Master, Master, Master..." Now Wu Xian could no longer ignore him.
She raised her buttocks, behaving obediently, waiting, waiting for her master to command her, to allow her to climax. Wu Xian began to tremble as she waited.
She knew it was coming soon, very soon, almost there, her master was about to...
“cloud…”
Master, Master, keep going! Hit her again, hit her buttocks again, on either side, hard, so that the lustful flesh trembles, preferably rubbing against her vulva.
It left behind a crisp "snap".
Wu Xian knew that his master had enough strength.
Master! Master! Hurry, just keep hitting her, and she will...
"Ah..." Wu Xian cried out.
Then she woke up, but there was no master from her dream, no swollen buttocks, and naturally, no ultimate pleasure waiting for her.
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The Puppy's Diary (Pretending My Butt Tore Off Version)
Ouch! Why won't you give it to the puppy, owner?
The owner is bad, the dream is bad, the poor puppy is in tears.
I hate my owner!
Wives, throw two beads to comfort the poor puppy. The puppy is really pitiful; she's about to cry.
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