Will the plagiarism girl be a substitute for the preference for women?

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"Sit on the sofa and do whatever you want." After she finished speaking, she took off the collar around her neck and walked to the front door.

As China's guess became clearer, she suddenly lay down on the sofa, crossed her legs, and looked up at the ceiling.

Is it free rein? That actually makes it harder to decide...

"I'm back," she heard Mu say weakly shortly after.

As Mu walked through the door, her eyes were half-open, seemingly mimicking the tired look after a ballet class.

Now, the identity that China is playing is very clear.

She is a mother, but not entirely a mother.

It is the ideal mother that Mu longs for in her lack of love, and also includes a face that makes her feel comfortable.

Therefore, ignoring and indifference should be avoided, and we should focus on how to show love and care.

"You look very tired." China stepped forward and helped Mutsu sit down.

"It hurts when I press on the instep..." Mu curled up her toes.

China had watched online videos of ballet training, and what impressed her most was the girls squatting in front of the wall, hugging their knees, and supporting their whole bodies with the backs of their big toes.

Just thinking about it hurts...

"You've worked so hard, baby. Let me rub it for you."

China lifted Mutsu's legs and placed them on her knees.

When she took off her socks, she noticed that Mu's toes were rather long and slender, and her knuckles looked like they had been bruised during practice a few days ago, with bandages still on them.

“You’re injured, so it doesn’t seem like you’re fit to play those games anymore,” China said, gently massaging the soles of her feet while staring at the collar on the table.

"It's okay, we can continue today."

Mu rubbed his hands together, his face seemingly still holding a hint of expectation.

"Mother mother..."

Her calm tone sent shivers down Qiannai's spine and made her heart pound.

She maintained the dignified yet gentle expression of an elder, then rose from the sofa and picked up the collar.

"Now, baby, turn over."

"Um……"

Mutsumi lay down on the sofa, and China put a collar on him.

As she gripped the silk cord connecting the collar and wrapped it around her hand, she gradually felt the drug's effects becoming stronger, and she hesitated for a moment even when she tried to "tug" at it.

Even in that brief pause, Mu cast a pleading glance his way.

There was no affectation, just a slight frown or twitch, but it prompted China to act quickly.

Snap??

With a very light touch, like when coaxing a child to sleep, and because it was through her skirt, the first spot that China photographed was dull, making her seem somewhat absent-minded.

"Mother, you seem very tired too..."

No, not at all.

Chika gently touched Mutsu's head, then ran her fingertips along his back to the hem of his skirt.

In the blink of an eye, the skirt billowed up like waves, piling up around her waist and back.

Snap??

The pressure was increased slightly, and with the removal of a layer of armor, the spot became a little brighter, but Mu remained silent.

Ultimately, it's because I can't bear to part with it.

"Mother, don't get bored."

"You kid..."

*Smack!*

The force unconsciously increased significantly, causing Mu to tense his muscles and let out a low groan.

"So that's how it is. Your so-called inability to speak was to provoke others into punishing you? That's really contrary to the style of a young lady."

Now, in addition to corporal punishment, the element of verbal responsibility for the dominator is also included.

Having achieved this atmosphere, Mu felt that the opportunity had not been wasted.

"Give me your seat."

"Yes, Mother..."

Mutsu half-knelt up, and after China sat down, he lay down on China's knees as the rope pulled him up.

This should be considered the most standard way parents physically punish their children.

*Smack!*

Perhaps noticing the slight redness on the peach, China couldn't bear it and rubbed it a little to ease the pain.

"Please continue..."

Snapped……

Unwittingly following instructions, China tapped her buttocks three times before giving her a massage to relieve the pain.

The alternation of pain and relief allows Mu to enjoy the process.

"China, you really are good at this..."

*Smack!*

Another heavy slap interrupted Mutsu's words, causing her to tremble and bury her head beside China's legs.

"I'm not good at it..."

You just insist on doing this to relieve stress.

"Mother, what's next?"

"Next step?"

Seeing that the peaches had soaked the packaging, China knew what to do.

Chapter 206 Lowering Eyebrows and Continuing to Play

The physical signs that Mu is currently exhibiting indicate that it's time to proceed to the next step.

But Chika didn't forget her identity as the ruler; Mutsu's suggestion should be a suggestion to her, not an order.

"Shall we start now? Xiao Mu is really impatient."

At first, China wanted to finish the job quickly because she wasn't quite used to the role she was playing.

However, Mutsu's seemingly sarcastic but rather bland comments gradually stirred up China's dissatisfaction, which would eventually transform into the Dominator's interest in the game.

Even if the medication helps stabilize one's mood, a manic phase is still a manic phase, and it's not so easy to calm down.

So China only lightly rubbed it through the peach packaging, but it was only a few millimeters away from the most sensitive spot, which was undoubtedly like scratching an itch through a boot for Mutsu at the moment.

He felt the touch amidst his unbearable anticipation, but that one touch only made Mu even more anxious. He couldn't help but clench his fists and twist his body.

"It's even more frustrating than the slow release of toothpaste."

"Is Xiaomu currently following a comic that's always on hiatus?"

As Chika chatted, she stroked Momoko's skin, but never got to the point.

Even if it's just a taste, it's still nothing more than wishful thinking. She was indeed circling the peach with her fingertips, avoiding the key parts, and the stimulation she could provide was only enough to brush against her waist.

"Mother..." Mutsu still addressed her with the respectful title.

But Chika still murmured softly:

"It's physically demanding. Although I'm good at playing and singing, I still prefer something easier: setting up the accompaniment for the synthesizer and then focusing on singing."

"But Xiao Mu, as an audience member, would probably prefer me to perform in person, right? Using only cold props would seem rather impersonal."

"Hmm... but actually there's an electric heating version." Mu subconsciously nitpicked a little.

Snap??

After giving the peach a light tap, China continued with her verbal sparring:

"You probably don't have any private space to hide your personal belongings, do you?"

“After this game is over, I will still be your peer, your classmate, and your bandmate, not someone who fulfills your desires and brings you a sense of motherhood and care.”

Mu lay on her side beside China's legs and frowned.

"Therefore, I cherish the time I have with you now."

"Just because you cherish it doesn't mean I have to try to reciprocate. A ruler is supposed to do whatever he wants, right?" China said flippantly.

Mutsu seemed too immersed in the atmosphere of the role-playing, and the sense of detachment in China's words was quite familiar to her.

Even in this game, it's hard to find a chance to be noticed...

Mu's eyes involuntarily welled up with tears.

She usually adheres to the rule of "not easily shedding tears," but now is her chance to be willful.

"Oh, I was just joking."

As expected, Chika was still considering the feelings of the game's target; her so-called polite refusal was merely an attempt to enrich the game's content.

"The squeaky wheel always gets the grease."

China took a mango-flavored lollipop from the fruit bowl on the sofa armrest, unwrapped it, and licked it with the tip of her tongue.

She needs to be mentally prepared for the next steps.

What seemed like the dominator teasing the subjugated, or like playing with a fish on a stick while not letting the dog take a bite... was essentially because... the dominator was a little scared.

Even though she was the one who had her first kiss stolen, she doesn't dare to make up for it with Mutsu's body. If she told anyone, people would probably laugh at her.

Even if you're just playing "stopping at the right spot," you still have to touch the right part of the body.

This is like a friendly sparring match where they just show off their moves and talk a good game, but when it comes to actually fighting, they only touch each other once and then immediately back down.

“Mother…you don’t need to be so timid,” Mu continued to encourage.

"You don't need to worry about that." I don't know where Qiannai learned to be so stubborn.

She put the candy in her mouth, and as the candy stick moved left and right around her lips, she suddenly thought of adding a reasonable step.

"Do you have any rope at home? Bring it over."

"Hmm..." Mu nodded and walked towards the bedroom on the second floor.

China quickly started looking up instructional videos.

This feels so complicated...

The last time I bound myself, it was just to ensure that I was tied tightly so as not to injure Su Shi when my illness flared up.

But to tie it in a way that truly conforms to aesthetics, it still requires careful study.

Not long after, Mu brought over a safety rope. After all, it was an escape tool. Even though the equipment in a wealthy villa rarely posed a fire hazard, it was still safe to keep one on hand to avoid attracting too much suspicion.

"Kneel down, spread your legs a little wider."

As she spoke, China took the safety rope and began to practice while consulting the diagrams.

"No, this knot looks like a dead knot..."

"Did you tie it wrong again...?"

Because she was a beginner and had an obsessive-compulsive need for symmetry, China struggled with it for a long time.

After all, this is how the ruler is; the subjugated only need to kneel and remain still, while the ruler has to consider many things. In order to tie a binding armor that meets her wishes, she had to consider the tightness so that it could bring Mu a certain sense of restraint without restricting blood flow. At the same time, she put in a lot of effort for aesthetics, and even in the air-conditioned room, she was sweating profusely.

This is much more tiring than the manual labor she just mentioned.

Even the lollipop I was originally going to use was half a size smaller in my mouth, but the advantage was that it reduced the pain in my mouth.

"Phew... Mission accomplished."

It has to be said that Mutsu's helpless state further awakened China's sense of control, causing her emotions to push aside her rationality.