Lin Jingjing held her breath, bracing her whole body to fight off the sneeze.
Sneezing with a mouthful of cum? She couldn't even imagine the scene—spraying semen all over the street. Disgraceful.
By now, swallowing the leftover load was impossible, but the urge to sneeze was uncontrollable. After a dozen tense seconds, she failed.
"Achoo—"
The sound was soft, not drawing attention—her only small mercy. Even so, most of the white fluid sprayed out, leaving maybe a third in her mouth.
Now her face and mouth were sticky with it. No tissues in sight, she quickly wiped the obvious patches with her hands and sleeve, pretending the sweat-mixed residue and faint odor didn't exist.
Punishment from the Master was inevitable. All she could do was finish the last two tasks to soften the blow.
With seven minutes left, a disheveled Lin Jingjing finally found the tiny supermarket Zhao Xuan had passed that morning.
Relief washed over her—they had two self-service printers. She scrambled inside, grabbed two water-based markers and a file folder, then rushed to the checkout. After paying, she plugged in her USB drive, glanced around to ensure no one was watching, and printed two copies, stuffing them into the folder.
Four minutes left.
"That auntie looks like she wet her pants," a kid's voice chirped behind her. Soft, but like a thunderclap.
Normally, Lin Jingjing would've corrected, "Call me 'sis,' not 'auntie,'" but her mind was elsewhere.
Since getting off the elevator, her pussy had been dripping juice mixed with sweat, soaking the crotch of her jeans—exactly like an accident.
She felt the store go dead silent. Every eye turned to her.
She didn't dare look back, just bolted out the door.
Her brain went blank. She felt like she was walking naked down the street, mouth full of cum, everyone staring and hurling insults. She wanted to cry but couldn't. Instinct told her to keep going.
When Zhao Xuan heard the door open, Lin Jingjing was three minutes late.
Exhausted, she couldn't run fast. Even pushing herself, she was late.
Closing the door, she knelt at the foot of the bed, handed him the folder with the markers and contract, then opened her mouth to show the remaining cum—already much less.
Zhao Xuan sat up, staring at her. He'd expected some chaos, but not this level of disarray.
Her light-blue shirt was soaked through, arms crossed to hide her hard nipples. The crotch of her ankle-length jeans was damp, like she'd lost control. Hair plastered to her back and cheeks from sweat, face flushed crimson, a tear streak on her cheek. Sweat and leaked cum stained the corner of her mouth, and she was shaking.
"Swallow it. Task done, but three minutes late," Zhao Xuan tossed the folder aside, leaning against the pillows.
Lin Jingjing gulped down the cum, then bowed low. "Your worthless slave failed to complete the task on time. On the way, I secretly swallowed some of Master's gift twice, sneezed and sprayed some out, and… and was three minutes late…" Her voice trailed off.
"Please punish me!" After a second of silence, she took a deep breath and shouted firmly.
"Punishment's inevitable. Think of how you deserve it. If I like your idea, we'll do it. Otherwise, you'll suffer." Zhao Xuan didn't rush to punish her. Seeing her state, he realized she'd suffered on the road, strung out with anxiety.
"Strip, clean up, then tell me how you completed the task."
He knew he needed to comfort her first, not scold. He'd made her his private slave for fun, not to break her mind.
"Thank you, Master." Lin Jingjing stood, pulled off her shirt, then her shoes and jeans, tossing them on the sofa. Naked, she slowly knelt and crawled into the bathroom, wiggling her hips.
She knew she had to please him in every detail. As for punishment, she'd already guessed his kinks.
She ran a bath, brushed her teeth three times until her mouth was fresh, then stepped in.
Sore all over, she didn't soak long. Fully immersed in her role, she knew a slave's job was to clean herself for the master's use—no right to enjoy.
Zhao Xuan watched her, naked and glistening with water droplets. His lower body hardened again.
After enhancement, he lasted longer before cumming, and recovered faster. Since he hadn't prolonged the last session, his post-orgasm haze was gone in minutes. He was ready to ride again.
Her hourglass figure, kneeling and crawling with exaggerated hip swings, satisfied both his visual lust and conquest drive.
But this time, he didn't take her. He pulled her onto the bed.
"Tell me about your journey, little slave." He stroked her smooth back.
Lin Jingjing, who'd just calmed down, suddenly felt safe in his arms.
Being here… no need to think… just let go…
Then the tension broke. She burst into tears.
Between sobs, she recounted everything—the sneeze, the kid's comment, the stares, the panic.
Zhao Xuan listened, glancing at her status panel.
Attributes unchanged, but a new entry:
[Extraordinary Submissiveness]: Her submissiveness far exceeds that of ordinary slaves. She obeys all commands from the heart and remains loyal forever. In her mind, being your slave is life's purpose—you're her sky, her world, her everything.]
Zhao Xuan felt a pang of relief. This naturally masochistic, super-submissive beauty had found him first. If another man had claimed her… what a loss.
Lin Jingjing reached the part about being accused of wetting herself. Recalling it, her voice shook with shame. Zhao Xuan touched her slit—soaking wet.
"Ah!" He suddenly thrust two fingers into her. She gasped but spread her legs wider, letting him dig deeper.
"Call the front desk. Tell them to send Yan Qing up."
Lin Jingjing had mentioned Yan Qing was waiting in the lobby.
Zhao Xuan didn't pull his fingers out.
"Hello? This is Guest 2702. Ms. Yan Qing will arrive shortly… Uh… could you… hmph… bring her to the 27th floor… uh…"
Mid-call, Zhao Xuan dug his fingers hard into her inner walls. She nearly moaned aloud.
"Master~ So mean…" She hung up, knelt over his lap, and stuck her plump ass up for him to spank.
The moment she saw him in the hotel room, she'd felt safer than ever. She resolved then: no matter how he played with her, she'd obey willingly.
"When Yan Qing arrives, help me train her. Then I'll punish you with her," Zhao Xuan whispered in her ear.
Lin Jingjing nodded. "Yes, Master."
She'd known when she found Yan Qing that they'd share a bed soon. She was ready.