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Join the ServerThat evening, in their rented apartment.
Lin Shishi had just finished showering, wrapped only in a white bath towel.
The young girl’s twin tails rested on her shoulders, the tips still dripping with water.
Beneath the towel, the subtle curves of her body were faintly visible—her collarbones delicate, her small feet nestled in slippers, toes round as pearls.
She was drying her hair when the phone on the table lit up.
“Master, the school sent a strange notification…”
Lin Shishi picked up the phone and sat beside Song Qinghuan, who was reading in bed. She handed the screen over.
Song Qinghuan, dressed in a black silk camisole nightgown, had been quietly reviewing her lessons.
Seeing the phone, she frowned slightly, set down her copy of *De Sade’s Doctrinal Psychology*, and took the device. Her eyes quickly scanned the notification.
As she read, her perfectly arched brows lifted.
“Height between 155 and 160, weight no more than 90 pounds, twin tails, financial hardship…”
Song Qinghuan murmured, a faint, ambiguous smile curling at the corner of her lips. “The restrictions… sealed tight, watertight.”
She turned to the adorable girl beside her, still wrapped in a towel, exuding the fresh scent of shower gel and youthful warmth. Reaching out, she pinched Lin Shishi’s exceptionally rosy cheek. “It’s as if they tailor-made this selection for you.”
Lin Shishi, tickled by the pinch, shrank her neck. Her cheeks reddened further. “I—it really does fit every condition. But how could it be such a coincidence?”
She found it hard to believe.
The amusement in Song Qinghuan’s eyes faded, replaced by a glint of cunning and caution.
“Coincidence? How many coincidences are there in this world?”
She handed the phone back to Lin Shishi, leaned back, and folded her hands. “Especially when it involves President Zheng Wenxiu… I’d guess this is one of her cunning schemes. Using the guise of an award to legitimately summon you to her side.”
Lin Shishi’s grip on her bath towel tightened. She looked uneasily at Song Qinghuan. “Master, you mean… President Zheng arranged this? She wants to see me? Then… should I go?”
Song Qinghuan looked at Lin Shishi’s nervous, dependent expression. The doubts in her mind softened, replaced by a complex emotion mixing possessiveness and protectiveness.
She pulled Lin Shishi into her arms, letting the girl rest on her shoulder. Her fingers gently combed through the damp hair.
“Go, why not? It’s fifty thousand yuan—free money.”
Song Qinghuan smirked. “Besides—don’t you still owe me a debt? Sure, you’ve paid it off with your body, but a little extra cash for your mom’s supplements or to buy yourself some pretty little dresses, maybe a little evening gown—isn’t that nice?”
“Mmm—I’ve already paid in full, including interest and compound interest—and you still go back on your word!” the girl muttered, her face reddening.
“It’s gone up again!—Don’t you know that when it comes to lending money, I, the eldest Miss Song, am greedier than China’s Zhou Bapi and Huang Shirang?” Song Qinghuan deliberately put on a vile, exploitative expression.
“Hmph, what a wicked dog master—I’ll draw a circle to curse you—” the girl mumbled.
“What did you say?” Song Qinghuan immediately raised her hand.
She looked ready to slap.
Lin Shishi instantly wilted.
Fidgeting, she said meekly, “I said you’re the best, Master. I really love paying with my body—after all, being stripped bare by you—ah, no, being cherished by you feels incredible.”
Song Qinghuan burst out laughing. This time, she was genuinely amused by the utterly adorable girl.
“My little pet, were you raised on cuteness?” She immediately planted a kiss on Lin Shishi’s lips.
As she kissed, she gently bit the girl’s soft lips.
Lin Shishi let out a coy whimper.
Sigh—
The bite stung a little—
But it was… enjoyable.
Song Qinghuan enjoyed it.
Lin Shishi enjoyed it too.
Lin Shishi began to fantasize—
About being bitten inch by inch by Song Qinghuan—
Of course, Song Qinghuan was also thinking—
About biting the girl inch by inch…
These two beauties were quite a pair.
Classic Zhou Yu and Huang Gai—one willing to strike, the other willing to take it.
After exchanging a look, the two girls silently experimented…
After a few more bites—
The girl winced.
The wicked dog master had misjudged her strength and hurt her little pet…
At the same time, she remembered the crucial issue hadn’t been resolved yet—
“But… Qinghuan Jie—what if Zheng Wenxiu has an ulterior motive? What if she bullies me? Or locks me in a dark room and brainwashes me into someone I can’t afford to offend?” The girl asked, frowning while sucking in air.
“She wouldn’t dare!”
Song Qinghuan snorted, tightening her arms. Her voice carried cold confidence. “If she dares cross the line, I have ways to make her regret it. Don’t forget—you are the goddaughter of Queen Dai Fanghua, a future princess. Zheng Wenxiu may be president, but she wouldn’t openly touch someone under the Queen’s protection. Besides…”
Song Qinghuan paused. Her fingers slid to the edge of Lin Shishi’s towel, and she couldn’t resist biting again. This time, the girl gasped and nearly cried out—
Song Qinghuan quickly covered her mouth.
She continued, “Hey—don’t interrupt me—I’m letting you go because I can protect you. If she behaves, gives a proper award with nice words, we’ll all get along. If she tries anything… I’ll make sure she learns that some people are untouchable.”
Feeling the warmth of Song Qinghuan’s fingers and the strength in her words, Lin Shishi’s anxiety gradually subsided.
She nodded gently, her voice soft: “Mm… I trust you, Master.”
“Good girl.”
Song Qinghuan leaned down and kissed her smooth forehead.
“Then sign up. Take a nice photo to send over. Wear something cute, tie your twin tails high as the notice requires.”
A sly gleam flickered in her eyes. “Since they want to see the ‘cutest girl,’ let them see just how adorable my little pet can be.”
And so it was decided.
Under Song Qinghuan’s “guidance,” Lin Shishi dressed up carefully.
She didn’t wear her everyday clothes. Instead, she picked from Song Qinghuan’s wardrobe a dress the latter had “suggested”—a pink-white, lace-trimmed ultra-short flared dress with a cute Peter Pan collar, but the neckline plunged slightly, revealing a teasing hint of cleavage.
The skirt was shockingly short, completely showcasing a pair of slender legs clad in white over-the-knee socks, with a leather lace garter strapped around her mid-thigh.
On her feet were round-toed black Mary Jane shoes with bows, making her ankles look even more delicate and lovely.
She tied her twin tails higher than usual, the ends slightly curled, with white ribbons.
Around her neck was a leather collar with a small bell, and on her wrists and ankles she wore thin, tinkling chains—every movement produced a crisp sound.
Song Qinghuan did her makeup: soft pink tones emphasizing her big, watery eyes and tender lips.
Looking at the reflection—a little beauty blending innocence, sensuality, and charm—Song Qinghuan nodded with satisfaction. She took photos from various angles, including poses that highlighted Lin Shishi’s slender waist, pert bottom, and pressed-together legs.
Finally, she selected the most “sunny and cute” yet alluring photo, along with Lin Shishi’s basic information, and sent it to the designated email address of the principal’s office.
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