Obsessive Pleasure - Chapter 28

“Oh…” Liang Yun immediately drooped, as if struck by frost.

Liang Yun had a slight obsession with cleanliness. She had never dared to try such extreme acts before, and when she heard others talk about them, she used to think, How perverse!

But today, she suddenly felt her head and heart warm up. She didn’t need any psychological preparation before blurting out this bold idea of pushing her own limits.

Chen Yang, of course, understood. When an M willingly accepted the S’s Holy Water discipline, it was a sign that her obsession and submission to the Master had reached its peak. The granting of Holy Water was a milestone in discipline, an ultimate declaration of complete conquest and possession by the Master over the slave.

He had performed this act in previous sessions, though rarely, and often the feeling wasn’t right. He disliked forcing anyone to accept it. A submissive who hadn’t been completely conquered mentally, even if she accepted the S’s demand behaviorally, wouldn’t be truly enjoying it that wasn’t real submission. Conversely, some subs were overly eager from the start, showed no resistance, and became more excited the more extreme the act, which usually killed his interest.

But Liang Yun was different. She held a strange attraction for him, both in and out of the roleplay.

She had given him attitude in real life and thrown a tantrum during discipline. By his usual nature, he should have long lost patience.

Yet, for some reason, this awkward, twisted personality was like a drug that constantly tempted him.

The thought of the woman known as the “Ice Beauty,” Liang Yun, crying miserably from a beating, or showing overt joy after a small reward, or even now, kneeling at his feet in the lowest, most debased, yet incredibly devout and beautiful posture Chen Yang couldn’t resist. He wanted to possess her in three hundred and sixty degrees, to mark her fully, and declare to the world that she was his.

This game was exceeding his expectations, not as easy to disengage from as he thought it would be.

Then, let’s not disengage for now. It had been a long time since he had allowed himself to be completely indulgent.

Liang Yun’s disappointed expression did not escape Chen Yang’s eyes. The dark ink in his gaze became impossibly thick.

He patted her face and gestured out of the tub. “Kneel on the mat and wait.”

Liang Yun’s ears were red. She obediently crawled out of the tub, still soaking wet, and knelt properly on the plush bath mat.

Chen Yang fetched a large bath towel and draped it over her. “Dry off. Don’t catch a cold.”

Then he nudged her closed knees with his foot. “Spread your legs. Expose that naughty pvssy. See the toilet next to you? Position yourself exactly like it. If you want to be a toilet, you must look like one!”

Liang Yun let out a whimper. It was the thrill of being humiliated and trod upon.

Chen Yang took a deep breath, sweat beginning to bead on his temples.

He turned the shower water to the coldest setting and gritted his teeth as he poured it over his impossibly hard p3nis.

The cold water on the engorged corpus cavernosum felt like needles, but Chen Yang swallowed the urge to yell.

His p3nis finally softened. He stepped out of the tub and stood before Liang Yun, looking down at her. He watched her tremble slightly, and saw that between her legs, parted into a figure-eight, transparent fluid was already dripping down in long, silky threads.

Chen Yang lowered his head and pinched Liang Yun’s chin. “Open your mouth.”

Liang Yun opened her mouth, but was immediately struck across the face with a slap.

“Who ever heard of a toilet this small?!”

Tears welled up in Liang Yun’s eyes, her sockets slowly turning red. The thought that she was truly as low and debased as a toilet made hot fluid surge from her bottom again.

She tried hard to open her mouth wider until Chen Yang showed a satisfied expression.

But instead of putting the glans in her mouth, he rubbed it against her chin, smiling wickedly. “Ask me!”

Liang Yun’s voice was tearful. “I beg you.”

Another slap landed on her face. “Beg whom?”

“I beg Master… I beg Master to bestow Holy Water upon Elaine.” Liang Yun’s face was burning, and so was her core. Every limb in her body felt feverish.

Chen Yang pressed the glans against her lower lip and said impassively, “Here it comes, catch it well.”

A small stream of light yellow liquid shot out of the tiny hole in the glans, hitting the roof of Liang Yun’s mouth and stopping.

It was exactly one mouthful.

Liang Yun’s breath instantly caught. She paused, then looked up and saw Chen Yang’s expectant expression, waiting for approval.

A faint surge of spiritual sorrow struck her: What a great humiliation it was to use her most precious part to receive another person’s bodily waste. But even stronger than the sorrow and humiliation was a deep intoxication.

The intoxication of being deeply controlled and conquered. The intoxication of being ground into the mud. The intoxication of having the mask of self-respect ripped away, the armor of stubbornness trampled, reduced to the lowest dust, yet still having one person look at you and tell you, “I’m here.”

Liang Yun closed her mouth and swallowed Chen Yang’s urine with a gulp, then opened her mouth again to wait.

Chen Yang didn’t give her a second serving right away but stared at the corner of her mouth. The angle had been slightly off, and a tiny bit of urine had splashed out.

“Lick the corner of your mouth clean. Not a single drop of Master’s Holy Water is allowed to leak.”

His voice was gentle yet firm, brooking no argument.

Liang Yun hurriedly stuck out her tongue and licked the liquid from her lips. The strong mix of shame, excitement, self-pity, and helplessness made her dizzy.

She opened her rosy mouth again, looking up as if observing a deity, awaiting Chen Yang’s next blessing.

The second time was quicker and larger in volume than the first. Liang Yun swallowed two or three times in quick succession, struggling to catch her breath, and let out a small “Mmph.”

Chen Yang reached out and pinched her cheeks. This time, he stuffed his p3nis into Liang Yun’s mouth, slowly releasing the remaining urine in small spurts, watching her swallow mouthful by mouthful. “Drink slowly. Don’t choke.”

Liang Yun felt Chen Yang’s glans twitch. Thinking he was finished, she used her soft tongue to lick the meatus, but unexpectedly provoked him to let out a grunt and ejaculate the very last spurt.

The suddenness startled her, and she immediately choked, bursting into a violent cough.

Chen Yang pulled out of her mouth, gently patting her back and soothing her throat, his eyes extremely tender.

He pulled Liang Yun up, poured a glass of clean water, took a sip, and held it in his mouth. Then he suddenly lowered his head and kissed Liang Yun, passing the water from his mouth to hers.

Watching Liang Yun swallow it with a flush, Chen Yang’s next kiss descended overwhelmingly.

Today, I didn’t manage to squeeze out a short skit. Let’s give Q-version Daddy Chen and Sister Yun a day off.

Speaking of how extreme one’s taste is, it truly varies from person to person. The author’s personal psychological tolerance level equates Holy Water with slapping the face. I don’t know why, but I just feel that being hit in the face is more extreme than any other part of the body…