"Don't you even have a basic set of clothes for me to wear?!"
Walking carefully in the custom fourteen-centimeter red pointed heels, Qin Yumo finally felt her body stabilize slightly.
Though, 'slightly' was a generous description.
Fourteen-centimeter stilettos were entirely too tall for her baseline posture. Combined with the drastic shift in her center of gravity caused by her massively expanded H-cup breasts, her legs were trembling continuously. She was terrified that a single misstep would send her crashing to the floor.
After her harrowing experience on the Andean wool carpet, Qin Yumo knew with absolute, chilling certainty: if she fell forward and pinned her bare breasts against the floor, the resulting sensory overload would lock her in a continuous climax from which she might never recover.
'Do you honestly believe a biological specimen in your state can wear standard clothing?' Number Four thought, rolling her eyes with subtle disdain before turning her back.
"Follow me closely."
Qin Yumo, stepping with extreme caution in her blood-red stilettos, nervously followed behind Number Four. After navigating a long, marble corridor spanning several dozen meters, they arrived at a private lounge occupying over a hundred square meters.
Lounging casually on a leather sofa in the center of the room was a tall, imposing man. Catching a glance at his sharp profile, Qin Yumo instantly recognized him—the ruthless billionaire who called himself Adrian Li!
"Fetch one more!"
Adrian held a small, solid rubber toy ball in his hand, casually tossing it across the polished marble floor.
Taking a few cautious steps forward, Qin Yumo's vision cleared past the edge of the sofa—and her breath caught in her throat.
Lying completely naked on the marble floor was a woman.
The woman wore hyper-realistic fur ears attached to her head, plush dog-paw mitts covering her hands, and a heavy black leather collar locked around her neck. Her mouth was held wide open, her tongue extended continuously—resembling a literal, submissive hound!
Her tongue extended an unnatural seven or eight centimeters outward. The reason for such extreme length was a surgical piercing through her tongue, holding a heavy metal hook.
The moment the rubber ball bounced across the floor, the woman dropped to her knees and elbows, scrambling frantically across the marble to catch the toy with the hook under her tongue.
"Woof! Woof!"
Having successfully retrieved the ball, the woman let out a pair of eager, realistic barks, exactly like a trained pet.
"Meijia?!"
Qin Yumo gasped, finally catching a clear view of the girl's face.
Chen Meijia raised her head briefly, her hollow eyes locking onto Qin Yumo for a fraction of a second. But without missing a beat, she quickly lowered her gaze, crawling back to Adrian's feet. She extended her tongue, presenting the rubber toy ball directly into his hand.
"Not bad at all," Adrian noted, removing the ball from her tongue hook before glancing at Nan Xiang standing beside him. "This hound is finally starting to look presentable."
"It is entirely due to your supreme guidance, Young Master," Nan Xiang bowed her head, offering a sweet, submissive smile. "This servant merely executed your brilliant methods."
"Take her back to the kennel," Adrian waved his hand dismissively. "Two more targets will be delivered within the week; their reconditioning will be handed entirely to you as well."
Nan Xiang attached a leather leash to Chen Meijia's collar, quietly leading the crawling girl away to her cage.
For Adrian, outside of fulfilling system metrics, he harbored zero long-term romantic interest in an airhead like Chen Meijia; keeping her as a broken, domesticated pet was purely for amusement. Among the various female targets required by his objectives, aside from a few high-tier specimens he genuinely enjoyed breaking, he simply secured the rest to finalize the criteria.
As long as those women caused zero administrative trouble for him over the coming year, he didn't mind spending pocket change to keep them fed. Of course, if anyone dared to act out, the estate possessed an unlimited supply of dog cages.
'I imagine Chen Meijia will be quite thrilled to have her former high-society friends as neighbors in the kennel row,' he calculated silently.
"Meijia! Meijia!"
Watching Chen Meijia being dragged away by her collar like a common animal, Qin Yumo shouted frantically.
"Come here," Adrian commanded, waving his hand toward her without turning around.
Qin Yumo stared in the direction where Chen Meijia had vanished, completely ignoring his order.
"Tsk, tsk... It seems her spirit still requires a bit of hands-on calibration," Adrian muttered, standing up from the sofa.
Admittedly, while Qin Yumo's physical modifications had been finalized in the thermal lab, she had spent those five days in a semi-delirious state with zero conscious memory of the medical procedures—which explained why she still possessed the nerve to raise her voice in his presence!
Unbothered by her defiance, Adrian casually stepped over to her.
"You monster!" Qin Yumo glared at him, her chest heaving under the weight of her H-cup mounds. "What did you do to me?! What did you do to Meijia?!"
In her mind, even though she had stamped a ten-year slave contract to settle her debt, she had assumed it merely meant becoming a private mistress and accommodating a few eccentric, high-society kinks. She had never imagined in her wilder nightmares that she would be transformed into a freakish, hyper-sensitive biological specimen while her friend was turned into a literal hound!
"You saw her with your own eyes, didn't you?" Adrian shrugged calmly. "Given her intelligence and social standing, she had zero meaningful future as a human being. Being my domestic pet is infinitely more peaceful for her."
"As for you...?"
Without warning, Adrian reached out, his broad hand ruthlessly wrapping around her massive left breast and giving it a heavy squeeze.
BZZZZZZT!
"AHHHHHH—! MY MILK! MY MILK... NO...!"
The blood instantly rushed to Qin Yumo's head. Simply brushing her own fingertips against her skin had caused overwhelming sensory waves—enduring the full, heavy pressure of his hand was a level of neural intensity her mind couldn't comprehend!
"Ah, I almost forgot," Adrian noted, remembering her diagnostic charts as he felt the firm tissue under his palm. "Your secondary expression threshold was set to a voice-command override."
He tightened his grip on her swollen breast, commanding flatly, "Deactivate expression override."
Pfft—!
A thick stream of white milk squirted directly from her nipple, spraying across his hand.
"AAAAAAAHHH—! I'M DYING! AHHH... THE MILK... THE MILK!"
Qin Yumo shrieked as her entire frame violently shuddered. An intense, soul-searing wave of pleasure surged through her nervous system as the milk expressed from her glands, driving her straight toward the absolute peak of ecstasy!
The exact second the milk spurted, she felt as though her soul were ascending into the heavens!
Yet, right as she reached the absolute precipice of release—standing directly at the gates of ultimate climax—her body abruptly froze! The automated internal dampeners kicked in, locking her neural pathways at precisely 99% capacity. She was trapped on the absolute brink, utterly unable to take that final step over the edge!
"I'm going to die... I'm going to lose my mind...!"
Qin Yumo felt as though her mind were shattering into pieces. She was a hair's breadth away from release, her honey hole flooding the floor like an open faucet, yet the peak remained permanently, agonizingly out of reach.
"Your body's internal neural dampeners will permanently lock you at the absolute threshold of climax," Adrian smiled darkly, giving her right breast another firm squeeze.
Pfft—!
Another stream of milk shot forth, and Qin Yumo felt as though her brain were literally catching fire from the unreleased pressure.
"Fuck me! Please, make me orgasm! I beg you... fuck me!"
The former goddess burst into hysterical, frantic tears, completely shattered by the endless edge. But before her pleas could even fully form, her voice broke into another string of breathy moans as Adrian squeezed her breasts once more.
"This toy is absolute perfection," Adrian chuckled, watching her writhe in helpless, agonizing ecstasy under his total control.
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