Chapter 014 | 0014 The little pussy's flowing fluids were left aside.
"Close your eyes."
Hobert covered Wu Qian's eyes with a thick black cloth, just like in her dream, when Mr. H had done it to her. This sense of familiarity brought Wu Qian's chaotic mind to reality.
She began to look forward to it, hoping that her game with Hobart would help her find fragments of the past.
Just thinking about it made her lower body incredibly wet.
“Master,” she called out Hobert’s name, involuntarily twisting her body.
"Quiet, Cloud."
Hobart was concise and to the point. Unlike Mr. H's unruly and carefree manner, his voice was deep and slow, like winter snow, heavy and solemn.
When he spoke, it was as if the world had truly fallen silent; not only the surrounding light, but even the lines fluttering in Wu Xian's eyelids were completely extinguished.
With just one command, Wu Xian was overwhelmed and couldn't breathe.
Correspondingly, vaginal fluid was slowly flowing from her vulva under her nightgown.
Wu Xian swallowed her saliva and quieted down. Hobert also stopped speaking; her new master, too, had no heartbeat and no breath. When he stopped speaking, the creature of darkness could turn into mist and disappear.
The owner can no longer be found.
Deprived of her sight, her hearing and sense of smell, as an ordinary human being, were not very good in the dark, and even though Wu Qian had tried her best to search, she could not find Hobert's figure.
She had to use her hands, but after waving them twice, she only got air.
This time it's certain that Hobert didn't choose to play with her while she was wet, but instead left her idle.
"Idle" is a word that is mostly used to describe objects; it is cold and materialistic.
Wu Xian actually liked it very much, because it meant that no matter how much she craved it at this moment, it could not affect her master, and his attitude towards her was just a matter of his whim.
The placement of items also reflects the owner's rights.
But Wu Xian is an illogical psychopath; she likes to be left alone, but psychologically she cannot accept being abandoned.
They want to be touched, manipulated, and brought to orgasm by their master.
Wu Xian grew irritable and wanted to get up and walk around again. Just then, a sound came from a corner where she couldn't tell where it was. "Cloud, be quiet, and remember that I'm always here."
Hopper's voice was like a good medicine; his tone was cold and unquestionable, pressing down so hard that Wu Qian sat down again, extinguishing the fire that had once again burned in her stomach.
For a puppy, its owner's commands must be obeyed.
Quiet.
Wu Xian was placed in the dark, and she could only kneel on the ground.
A chill crept up her knees. Because of her agreement with Hobart not to move, she had to suppress the urge to twist her body. She felt as if she were being swallowed by darkness.
The dampness clung to Wu Qian's body like mold, blocking her mouth and nose.
The cold penetrated her skin, flesh, and bones, taking root in her fragile spirit.
What's even more devastating is emptiness. Emptiness is terrifying; she's like a moth drawn to the light.
If it were just one person, Wu Xian wouldn't care at all, but now she knows there's a master here, and Hobert reminds her that he's here, always has been.
Her master was watching her, but she couldn't find him.
She wasn't sure how much time had passed either. There were no clocks in Wu Qian's room, and she couldn't stand the ticking of clock faces, so she couldn't determine the time.
She could only sense that her knees had started to hurt and that she had started to sway. Subjectively, a long time had passed, long enough for her to begin to feel sad.
The knee may already be bruised.
It was both cold and painful.
Because it was unknown, she couldn't be sure how her master was doing.
Was he judging? Was he disappointed in Cloud's poor performance? He could even leave without a word, leaving her alone...
Wu Xian was fragile, sensitive, and suspicious. Her mind was filled with negative thoughts, and all sorts of frightening images came one after another, along with the cold air from the floor spreading from her thighs to her vulva.
Unlike the ice her master possessed, this coldness brought her only endless pain.
You don't even need to look to know that his knees must be bruised.
Wu Xian's flesh is very tender and easily leaves marks, but they fade by the next day. This is something she discovered during her game with Mr. H.
There was no agreement between Hobart and Wuxian regarding safety terms, which meant that they could not stop even if they felt unwell.
She had previously thought that Hobert should be able to handle the situation, but his current behavior made her wonder why he wasn't caressing Cloud and instead leaving her aside.
Is it so difficult to touch her entire body with cold hands, just like the master in her dream? Hobert knows her so well, can't he see what she wants?
The little bottle in her heart kept turning upside down, her gums started to ache, her body swayed, and just as she was about to cry again, she was about to go crazy and scream.
Hobart's voice came through.
"Cloud, good boy, very good."
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