I have a lot of dating skills.

Bei Jiamin's face was filled with disbelief, and her tone was humiliated: "You've gone too far. You expect me to go home with you and play multiplayer games with you?"

“I already said it’s not a multiplayer game.” Zhao Weijing frowned and pulled Xin Yu forward.

After struggling for a moment, Bei Jiamin finally followed. She had been sleeping soundly for the past two days and did not want to go back to the old days, so even though she knew it was dangerous to follow Xin Yu, she did not run away.

late at night.

Zhao Weijing's home.

After taking a shower, Xin Yu naturally went into Zhao Weijing's room.

She was doing her homework, wearing non-prescription glasses, sitting there quietly, suddenly giving off the air of a literary young girl.

To be honest, Zhao Weijing doesn't usually give off any air of a top student, but in fact, she has excellent grades and ranks among the top students in her school.

This is probably why Consort Zhao was so strict with her, but her efforts cannot be denied.

At this moment, Zhao Weijing, who was studying diligently, gave Xin Yu a different feeling. He couldn't help but walk behind her, place his hands on the girl's soft shoulders, and gently massage them.

The girl shrank back and said coquettishly, "Stop it, I have to do my summer homework. Zhao Fei will check it when she gets back."

Xin Yu didn't stop. Instead, he pulled down one of her shoulders, revealing her fair and fragrant shoulder. He covered it with his hand, feeling its smoothness and warmth, and said, "When she comes back, I will plead with her for you."

“But…” Zhao Weijing was a little worried: “What if she uses this to blackmail you?”

Knowing that her parents were perverts who coveted her boyfriend, the once innocent girl couldn't help but imagine all sorts of unusual scenarios.

“She’s often tried to grope me, so you might as well fight for your interests.”

Xin Yu didn't want to talk about this anymore. He bent down and kissed the girl's fragrant shoulder. He could still smell the girl's sweet fragrance, which instantly ignited a fire in his heart. He had been holding back all night last night.

Zhao Wei leaned back weakly in her chair, raised her right hand and placed it on his head, gently stroking it. The sensation from his shoulder made her heart race.

"Xin Yu..." she whispered his name, pressing down on one of his hands that was resting on her chest.

Xin Yu withdrew his hand, spun the chair around to face her, and then bent down. This time, instead of kissing her shoulder, he kissed her eyelashes, eyes, nose, and lips.

While kissing her, Xin Yu put his hands under Zhao Weijing's armpits, picked her up, and prepared to take her to the bed.

Zhao Weijing woke up with a start and quickly wrapped her legs around his waist and patted his back with her hands to show her resistance.

Xin Yu put her down, panting, and asked, "What's wrong?"

Zhao Wei blushed and said somewhat embarrassedly, "I'm sorry, I just got my period today."

And her physical strength hadn't fully recovered. She didn't mention this.

"What a coincidence?"

Xin Yu looked dejected. His girlfriend was home alone, and he could only look on without being able to have her. It was really frustrating.

Noticing his expression, Zhao Weijing made up her mind and said, "Call Yingxi over. If it's her, I... it's okay."

She was a little shy.

Xin Yu was taken aback, and suddenly that thought disappeared, leaving only pity for her.

"It doesn't matter if it's tonight or not." Xin Yu shook his head, opened his arms, and hugged Zhao Weijing, who was sitting down.

Zhao Wei leaned closer with a gentle expression, pressing her face against his lower abdomen. Sensing his emotions, she blushed and made a decision—a sacred decision made for the sake of her beloved.

She buried her face in her boyfriend's chest, inhaling his scent with adoration, then blushed and slowly moved her body downwards...

Xin Yu heard the door open behind him, but he didn't want to waste his girlfriend's good intentions, so he didn't turn around.

Before long, a delicate body pressed against him from behind, her arms trembling slightly as she reached under his armpits and hugged him from behind.

When the three regained consciousness, they were already lying in bed, and it was the next morning.

Faced with the chaotic surroundings, both girls seemed somewhat bewildered.

"Didn't you say you didn't like multiplayer games? Why did you come into my room last night?" Zhao Weijing questioned Bei Jiamin, feeling cheated that her boyfriend had been taken advantage of right under her nose.

"I don't know either, I was like that when I woke up." Bei Jiamin was a little annoyed, and looked like she was about to cry. She didn't know why her mouth felt sore today. Was it because she was seen showing off her love last night?

"Alright, this was just an accident," Xin Yu said, trying to mediate.

The two girls were unwilling to talk about it and soon left the room dejectedly.

It was evening again. After finishing her homework, Zhao Weijing turned around and saw Xin Yu lying on the bed playing games. So she climbed onto the bed and sat on him.

Xin Yu tossed aside his phone, grabbed her slender waist, and with a slight effort, knocked her down. Then, pressing her down, he said, "You dare to provoke me even though you're on your period? Aren't you afraid of dying?"

"This is your punishment. Who told you to hug that guy in front of me last night?" Zhao Weijing pouted unhappily.

"Is that so? But I remember you hugged her too, and even asked me to hug her with you." Xin Yu pretended to be reminiscing.

Zhao Wei blushed and said, "Don't even think about it!"

As she spoke, she reached out to scratch Xin Yu. She didn't know why, but if she was with Xin Yu and there were other girls around, she couldn't help but pull them into the game. Did Zhao Weijing really like multiplayer games deep down?

Xin Yu finally managed to restrain her from moving around. Looking at her beautiful face flushed from the exercise, he was momentarily moved and wanted to lean down and kiss her.

Just then, the sound of a door opening came from behind me.

This time, Zhao Weijing saw it clearly: the girl was clinging to her boyfriend from behind with a lovesick expression, begging him to torture her. "Ropes, whips, candles—anything is fine," she said.

On the third night, Zhao Weijing was kissing Xin Yu when Bei Jiamin opened the door and came in.

On the fourth night, Zhao Weijing asked Xin Yu to give her a full-body massage, while Bei Jiamin climbed onto the bed and asked Xin Yu to massage her harder.

On the fifth day, Zhao Weijing and Xin Yu were playing a game when Bei Jiamin opened the door and came in, bringing the game back to reality from the internet.

On the sixth day, Zhao Weijing had just finished her period and was eagerly approaching Xin Yu when Bei Jiamin was already in bed with her.

On the seventh day, Zhao Weijing witnessed Xin Yu's rope bondage firsthand and even tried it herself, finding it quite enjoyable.

On the eighth day, yoga master Zhao Weijing instructed Bei Jiamin on poses. Xin Yu waited for a long time before stepping forward with a rope.

On the ninth day, Xin Yu tied the two together for the first time, and then treated them coldly all day the next day.

……

On the fifteenth day, Zhao Weijing was pondering a math problem when she heard the door open behind her. Without turning around, she quickly wrote down several solutions to the problem, threw down her pen, and went to bed.

……

Xin Yu was in a daze, feeling someone climb on top of him and touch his face. Could it be Zhao Weijing? Or perhaps Bei Jiamin?

For the past two weeks, he had gotten used to being with Zhao Weijing every night, and with Bei Jiamin joining him in the middle of the month, he had also gotten used to waking up every morning to see them lying next to him. So he wasn't surprised at all that someone was sitting on him, and he raised his hand to give them a slap.

"Hmm, Master..."

Hearing the girl's familiar murmur, Xin Yu realized he had mistaken her for someone else. He opened his eyes, his expression surprised: "Yingxi, how did you get in?"

“Wei Jing’s house has a combination lock, and I know the password.”

Huo Yingxi looked at her master, and said with a sigh of relief, "Seeing my master so energetic makes me feel relieved. And Jiamin too, it seems they've been serving their master well."

She turned to look at Bei Jiamin, who was sleeping with her head on Xin Yu's arm, and smiled with satisfaction.

"Uh, don't get me wrong, I didn't do anything to her. You can ask Wei Jing if you don't believe me." Xin Yu felt he should clarify this point.

Huo Yingxi frowned: "No? If it's just Wei Jing alone, it won't be enough to satisfy Master. So Master's life is very hard?"

bitter?

It was both bitter and not bitter; in short, the experience during this period was hard to describe in a few words.

"Hey, Huo Fox, I can't pretend I didn't hear you talking bad about me." Zhao Weijing had woken up at some point and sat up, glaring at her long-unseen rival.

"Sister Yingxi..." Bei Jiamin also woke up, her face flushed, and pulled the blanket to cover herself.

Huo Yingxi didn't look at them, but looked at her master with a face full of guilt: "I'm so sorry that I haven't been able to see you for so long, and that you've suffered. I'll fulfill my duty now. Jiamin, you've seen clearly how a qualified maid wakes up her master."

She slowly slid down.

"Hey, you fox, don't corrupt them!"

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Chapter 162 The Day a Slave is Raised (Part 2)

Huo Yingxi's arrival seemed to inject vitality into their usual routine, turning their life from three people into that of four.

After the noisy morning ended, Huo Yingxi, whose "wake-up call" teaching had been stopped, led Bei Jiamin to the kitchen to begin the second round of breakfast instruction.

"When preparing breakfast for your owner, you should be full of love and put your love into the food so that your owner will be full of energy after eating breakfast."

Huo Yingxi was making a simple fried egg, but her face was full of piety, and she spoke earnestly.

"Sister Yingxi, this is just a regular fried egg, and I don't want to make breakfast for that guy."

While complaining, Bei Jiamin expressed her disdain.

Unlike Huo Yingxi, she wasn't completely swayed by the manipulative tactics. Although her body had become increasingly unable to resist playing games with Xin Yu these past few days, she believed that her mind was still free. She still had her own thoughts and felt conflicted every morning about her loss of reason the previous night.

Huo Yingxi didn't say anything, but simply reached out and pinched Bei Jiamin's buttocks.

Bei Jiamin gasped softly, almost jumping up. Her face flushed red, and she said angrily, "Sister Yingxi, what are you doing!"

What angered her even more was her own feelings.

"The human body does not lie. Normally, you would not react to my actions. The reason for this is all thanks to the master. It means that the master has been very attentive to you these days, and you have completely submitted to the master."

Huo Yingxi said that she was just testing the waters.

"Don't make lewdness sound so noble; it's a crime!"

Although Bei Jiamin retorted verbally, she was somewhat frustrated. She was still maintaining her own self-respect, but her body had indeed completely surrendered as Huo Yingxi had said, and even deep down, she had become accustomed to such games.

"The premise of committing a crime is that you are unwilling, Jiamin. Answer me, do you hate what your master does to you?"

Huo Yingxi asked.

Bei Jiamin was taken aback. She wanted to say she hated it, but found she couldn't bring herself to say it.

At the very beginning, she might have had the right to say that, but after spending more than ten days together, and with her taking the initiative to seek out Xin Yu every night, saying that she dislikes Xin Yu would be just deceiving herself.

But if it's not dislike, is it liking? Do you like being treated that way by him?

So what? Such intimate gestures, and I like them. What exactly do I feel for him...?

Her mind was in turmoil.