Wu Miao lowered her head, too shy to look at Su Fan.

But in the next moment, Su Fan issued his command with authority.

"Bitch, lift your head, look at your master."

Bitch…

Wu Miao's body spasmed when she was called out like that, feeling very ashamed, yet there was an indescribable pleasure, and something was evidently responding between her legs. She could clearly feel something oozing out.

Excitement was beginning to show heavily on the face behind that mask.

Masks weren't for hiding faces, but for exposing one's nature.

She looked up at Su Fan and slowly crawled towards him.

Su Fan could clearly see the desire in Wu Miao's eyes—this woman was an utter slut.

Initially, Wu Miao might have felt a bit disgusted; this was because she had not acted this way before. Although she was the mistress of the hospital director Zhang Haitao, and Zhang Haitao had slept with her, that old bastard Zhang could last at most a minute and was very rigid, only ever using the most conservative and clichéd moves. As for her husband, Sun Zhigang, their relationship was strained, each minding their own business, with the occasional conjugal life being just a few hasty thrusts, a mere formality.

Perhaps as the rumors suggested, Wu Miao enjoyed exploiting male interns, but those interns could be subjugated because they clearly had no status or say in anything. How could they play with Wu Miao in such a way? Most likely, like Liu Feng, they were just Bai Man's toys.

Su Fan was the only one who had truly trampled on Wu Miao's dignity, stripping away her facade and letting her reveal the sluttiness in her bones.

And he made Wu Miao experience an extraordinary pleasure.

By the time she crawled in front of Su Fan, she had mentally prepared herself and fully adapted to the role she had to play.

"Who are you?"

Clutching his phone, Su Fan aimed it at Wu Miao's masked face and asked in a very stern tone.

Wu Miao's voice was filled with excitement and a slight tremble,

"I am your dog, your bitch."

Su Fan picked up an apple from the fruit plate on the table and threw it.

The apple rolled all the way to the kitchen doorway.

"Go, fetch it."

Wu Miao felt indescribably conflicted.

It was so damned embarrassing, yet so exhilarating.

Without resistance, she complied.

Soon, she crawled to the kitchen doorway. Just as she reached out to pick up the apple, Su Fan's harsh scolding came.

"Since when do bitches have hands?"

Already immersed in her role, Wu Miao realized her mistake in an instant, and, startled, she laid down on the ground, biting the apple and crawling back in front of Su Fan.

"Good bitch."

Su Fan took the apple and then picked up a banana.

"Here's a bone for you, now, open up."

Wu Miao opened her mouth.

Su Fan pushed the banana through the opening in the mask and into Wu Miao's mouth.

Slowly, he began to thrust.

Wu Miao cooperated, working hard.

Her legs were tightly clamped together, her ass shaking non-stop; clearly, the stimulation was too much, and she was having a physical reaction.

And in the next instant,

Just as Wu Miao was secretly enjoying herself,

"Tsch."

Su Fan suddenly applied force and shoved the entire banana thoroughly inside.

"Wah wah."

Caught off guard, Wu Miao immediately turned her head and started retching as she crawled.

"Did I make you feel good?"

Su Fan stomped several times on Wu Miao's body.

In pain, Wu Miao cried out.