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🕑 Added 2025-09-27 23:26:56 +0000 UTCChapter 31 Part 1
I can’t even remember how late into the night I kept going it’s all a blur, except that after Shen Li woke up, we went back to the room and kept at it for a while. Shen Li’s ass was out of commission for now, but all her other holes were fair game for me.
I think I eventually finished inside Yan Yi’s pussy, then fell asleep from exhaustion.
When I woke, for once, my cock actually wasn’t inside anyone’s body. Yan Yi was still asleep, clinging tightly to me.
If not for her status as she was, I really wish I could have made her my sex slave. So far, Yan Yi was the best woman I’d ever had, even Su Wan didn’t compare.
Maybe it was my stirring about, but Yan Yi slowly opened her eyes. When she saw me, she gave me a lazy, cozy smile: "Master good morning"
"Morning, did you sleep well?"
"Mmm I even dreamed about you"
"Oh? What kind of dream?"
"I dreamed you had me on a leash taking me for a walk down the street we ran into your friends, and you introduced me as your bitch then you made me squirt for them then I woke up~"
"We’ll have to do just that, someday."
She nuzzled against me, murmuring, "Mmm~"
Just then, Shen Li came in: "Master time to get ready for school or should I call and ask for a sick day?"
Yan Yi lay with her head on my chest, looking at me obviously, she wanted me to skip class and stay with her.
I fondled her breast, then got up: "Next time I’ll stay and fuck you more."
She didn’t push it: "Okay~"
With Shen Li attending to me, I showered.
Yan Yi also got up, still naked, only splashing her face a bit, popping her tail plug in, and putting her collar back on.
I walked her and Shen Li down to the dining room. Keke was already eating breakfast but she was standing, her school skirt pulled up, while Lin Luzhong pounded her from behind, holding her waist.
"Mmm Dad lighter let me finish breakfast mmm~"
Keke saw me come in leading two bitches and waved, "Master ah morning Dad, hurry up and cum mmm hah"
Lin Luzhong nodded at me, not at all surprised by Yan Yi’s state. He knew her true nature.
Lin Luzhong said: "Hurry up and eat. After breakfast take Keke to school. Baby~ don’t squeeze so tight oh Dad’s gonna come coming "
I nodded, sat down; Yan Yi dove under the table and, arching her ass, clamped my cock between her pussy lips. This husband-and-wife never stopped.
I finished breakfast quickly, pressed Yan Yi down, and gave her my first load of the morning straight into her mouth, as her breakfast then drove Keke and Shen Li to school.
I saw in my rearview mirror Yan Yi still kneeling there, waving.
Other than my own classes, today I went and observed Zhao Mi's lesson. Maybe it was because I watched her all class; she blushed nearly the whole time.
I realized teaching was almost too easy in this world. It made sense: the kids here studied less than a third of what they did in my old world. Only four main classes a day, no morning or evening self-study, breaks a full twenty minutes.
During breaks, almost no one hit the books they’d just rest, chat, or go have sex.
I finally went to a so-called "sex classroom." Really it was just a standard room, but everyone inside teachers and students were just there to have sex. The point was to keep people from screwing in the corridor and disturbing others, so there were no desks or chairs, just beds.
Though school rules said no sex in the ten minutes before class, in truth, hardly anyone followed it. But most people would finish and leave before class started.
My first time in the sex classroom, seeing a bunch of teens in the middle of an orgy, it was still a shock.
On my first day back, I’d seen students screwing in the classroom or hallway during breaks but big group orgies like this were another level.
But even though tons of people were fucking, it wasn’t open season most had arranged partners already, and if you wanted to fuck, these kids could still turn you down.
There were also, on every floor, two "boys-only" and "girls-only" sex classrooms; those were strictly single gender. In the regular sex rooms, no gay sex allowed.
After every break, once kids returned to class, cleaning staff would sanitize the sex rooms; when the next recess rolled around, the rooms were spotless.
And, unlike the old world, here restrooms were still separated by gender. You could go in whichever, but most stuck to the rules out of habit.
And, unlike back home where toilets were the ultimate fucking spot here, it was forbidden to have sex or masturbate in any public restroom, ever.
Apparently, toilets were just for peeing and shitting, and having sex there just wasted space. At home, do whatever. But in public, it was off-limits.
The Fang Zheng business wasn’t fully resolved, but there was no crisis Fang Qianyi still lived with me.
After school Monday, we went to her family home to pick up some things and found the place trashed, Fang He nowhere to be found.
Just as we were leaving, I got a call from the police they were looking for Qianyi.
Turns out that afternoon, a group stormed their place, looking for something I knew it had to be money.
Not finding it, they smashed everything on the way out.
A neighbor called the police. The cops, hearing Qianyi hadn’t been to school for a while and had been prostituting, didn’t call the school right away.
At the police station, I told them another story:
"I was in a car accident and hospitalized; during that time, Fang Zheng stopped letting Qianyi go to school, used her mother Gu Ling to threaten her into prostitution, and forced Gu Ling to take illegal numbers of clients. Our teachers visited but failed to help. After I was discharged, to protect Qianyi, I tricked Fang Zheng and got her back in school. Then he got into trouble."
Of course I made myself look clean; no trace of my involvement in what happened to Fang Zheng. Even if it was all suspicious, the police had no evidence.
And, Fang Zheng raping a sex slave wasn’t my doing, and his son getting disappeared wasn’t in my hands either.
Except for Fang Zheng and Fang He, everyone could swear all I did was get Qianyi out and back to school. I’d even spent plenty of money on it.
Truly a model citizen.
I took the opportunity for Qianyi to turn in the evidence we’d prepared: official accusations against Fang Zheng and Fang He rape, illegal detention, forced prostitution, tax evasion including a recorder I’d hidden in the bag now retrieved.
On it were conversations between Fang Zheng and his son about forced prostitution, illegal sales, and tax evasion.
For days after, police kept coming to question Qianyi, and teachers and classmates like me were interviewed too.
Ding Yuqian’s masquerade as Academic Affairs got out though she stuck to school rules when questioned, in the end both of us lost a month’s merit pay as punishment.
Gu Ling was still in the hands of the tax bureau; over the weekend, Qianyi and I visited her. She was doing great without daily gangbangs, life was a breeze, and as a sex slave, no one dared rape her. She ate, drank, slept well the only trouble was not seeing her daughter.
Cops questioned her, and she told the truth: when asked why she didn’t call the police, she said Fang He used violence and Qianyi to threaten her, plus she was raped to the point of fainting daily she literally couldn’t call out for help.
After that, things went quiet Fang Zheng wasn’t released, but Gu Ling was let out a few days later.
They understood: with Fang Zheng locked up, no one would pay his tax bill. Gu Ling, as a sex slave, owned nothing. The bureau forwarded its case to the court and released her; keeping her in cost money.
Gu Ling and Qianyi tried to go home but found their stuff tossed in the stairwell and the locks changed.
Turns out Fang Zheng had mortgaged the place to “Wild Chicken Bro” years ago; because Gu Ling and Qianyi brought in steady sex money, they’d let them stay. As soon as Fang Zheng was arrested and Fang He disappeared, the house was repossessed.
Wild Chicken Bro was gang-affiliated but usually wouldn’t touch women especially women with special status, too risky.
Gu Ling was a sex slave; Qianyi a high school girl. If they tried to keep both for profit, they’d have to put them on the street but that risked exposure. With Gu Ling being a slave, everyone who touched her would legally be committing rape, since Wild Chicken Bro was not her Master.
Fang Zheng’s debts couldn’t be chased from Gu Ling, who was property, not a legal person. Qianyi, though Fang Zheng’s daughter, was disowned by him, so in law, she had no father, so no debt.
All they could still go after was Fang He who had vanished after being brutalized that very night.
I was grateful Fang Zheng hadn’t sold Gu Ling’s usage rights to Wild Chicken Bro when he needed cash.
It wasn’t that he hadn’t wanted to he simply couldn’t. Transferring sex slaves requires all three parties' consent: the owner, the slave, and the new owner. Otherwise, you can only dissolve the contract.
And with Gu Ling refusing, the gang couldn't claim her.
Oddly enough, being forced into gang prostitution might have been better than with Fang Zheng but Gu Ling would probably still get gangbanged every day. Worse, it would've separated her from Qianyi, which she never wanted.
That house had been bought ten years ago, back when Gu Ling’s pussy was still worth a fortune.
Now the house was gone they had no money and no place to stay.
But I had already planned for this.
The bag I’d recovered from Fang Zheng had 80,000 yuan it was cash for paying debts.
Originally 110,000, but he’d pulled out 30,000, either to buy Gu Ling back or Qianyi, so they’d keep earning.
I gave the rest to them officially to Qianyi, because technically if it was found Gu Ling had money, it’d go to Fang Zheng by law.
Gu Ling tried to return nearly 40,000 to me, but I stubbornly refused, saying consider it tuition aid for Qianyi; she’d need it for school and college.
Qianyi huffed and threw the bills at me she still hated me.
I secretly slid the cash back to Gu Ling.
With nowhere to stay, they could only rent again. School-area apartments were crazy expensive; my own three-bedroom would cost nearly 20,000 a month to rent, more than my salary.
So they had to move far out; Qianyi now spent more than an hour a day commuting, but at least she no longer had to fear rape.
I tried to get her a school dorm, but she refused didn’t want to be parted from her mom.
Gu Ling would see her daughter into the school gate every morning, then come to my place and help Shen Li with chores. She couldn’t legally work yet, not without her Master’s permission.
So, as a thank you, she spent her days with us.
Shen Li didn’t love this not out of dislike, but because there was little work at home as it was; with Gu Ling there, she had even less to do.
When Zheng Ruojin was home in the day, she was like queen of the house: all she had to do was give orders and Gu Ling or Shen Li would leap to obey.
Honestly, I ought to kick that freeloading, cock-mooching girl out of my house. But every time she gave me that same lost puppy look as she had when I first met her, I’d fall for it, fuck her silly, and then forget about it for a while.
She was working hard for her test, though.
That night, after finishing with Keke, Shen Li, and Zheng Ruojin, I lay holding Keke, about to drift off, when my phone rang at 1:30 a.m. it was Gu Ling.
Keke got woken up, snuggled close, puckered for a kiss. I kissed her, then answered the call. All I heard was the sound of something breaking.
Dread surged through me. I tumbled out of bed, yanked on pants, and dashed out.
Shen Li woke instantly she’s a light sleeper and caught the elevator before it shut, following, "I’ll drive."
No time to explain; I dressed and called the cops as we sped.
I realized then that Shen Li had so many more skills than she'd let on. She drove my cheap car with the skill of a rally professional, memorized every shortcut like Initial D’s tofu driver Takumi, not even needing GPS.
She’d only been to that neighborhood once, but remembered every detail.
We reached Qianyi's place in fifteen minutes flat normally a fifty-minute run, even at night.
Their building had no security, no doorman anyone could get in.
I staggered from the car, nearly throwing up, but managed to keep it in and ran.
Upstairs, two cops were already there; the door was locked and wouldn't open. The neighbors were gathering, watching.
Desperate, I remembered the windows. Their place was on the third floor, no balcony, so for drying clothes, there were outward-facing steel bars and, being old, the living room ones were rusty.
I got into the next-door apartment, whose owner had come out to watch the show.
Ignoring the stares, I ran in, took a brick and smashed the lock on the emergency window. I crawled outside onto an air conditioner unit.
The rusted bracket groaned under my weight I leaned against the wall, heart pounding.
Once steady, I gauged two solid-looking bars on Qianyi’s window and leaped. They didn’t break.
Kicking hard, I bent the bars and squeezed through.
Inside, all was dark. In the bedroom, Gu Ling lay sprawled on the ground, forehead bleeding, motionless. Her clothes were torn, legs spread, pussy oozing semen.
Qianyi was tied up, hands bound, dirty rag stuffed in her mouth, face down on the bed. A filthy, stinking man was pinning her, thrusting endlessly into her pussy.
I’d ditched the brick climbing in; had no weapon.
But the sudden light blinded him. I rushed and punched him hard in the face, knocking him off. I grabbed Qianyi.
"You okay?" I cried.
Before she could answer, he kicked me hard in the stomach sent me flying into the wardrobe.
He snarled at me, more feral than before: "Knew it, you bastard dog!"
