The Taste of Submission

What, then, was the ultimate act of loyalty? It was, of course, to emulate a puppy.

To have someone humbly bow their head, obey your every command, and eat food placed anywhere by your hand—to train them until they were utterly docile, devoid of any spirit—what a profoundly satisfying feeling that would be.

And even more so…

Yu Lian was inherently defiant. Any act of coercion from another person would ignite a spark of rebellion within her. If she could be thoroughly conquered, her resistance utterly extinguished, the process would surely be both intriguing and immensely gratifying.

This was precisely the dynamic Bai Muya savored. If all women were like Yixiya, throwing themselves at her, then Bai Muya would rather remain solitary for life, marrying no one. She delighted in seeing beautiful, stubborn women reveal a look of profound humiliation, yet still be compelled to obey.

Such a sight was like a sweet, succulent fruit, exquisitely delicious with every bite, its flavor lingering endlessly in her mind.

***

“Lick… lick the gruel?”

Yu Lian gazed at the slender, pale, and alluring leg, which looked almost delectable. She desperately suppressed the surging impulses within her body. The mark was shattering the last threads of her sanity, threatening to transform her into a beast of pure desire.

Under the mark’s influence, Yu Lian’s psychological defenses, built on resistance and unwillingness, were slowly crumbling. ‘Licking someone’s leg? Am I some kind of pervert? Clearly not; I’m a perfectly normal woman.’

“That’s right! See, the gruel was quite hot at first, but after spilling on my leg, it slowly cooled down. Why don’t you try it? Even though it’s much cooler, the taste hasn’t changed. In fact… hehe, it might even taste better, more flavorful than before.”

Bai Muya’s delicate, jade-like fingers traced over her leg, which was now coated in gruel. Her fingertips moved from top to bottom, then bottom to top, spreading the gruel evenly across her thigh. Grains of rice, small bits of meat, and green vegetable leaves dotted her skin, like an appetizing cake, intensifying one’s hunger.

She lowered her eyelashes and brought her gruel-stained finger to her mouth, sucking on it. Her voice turned soft and alluring, drawing at Yu Lian’s heartstrings. “Just… don’t resist anymore. Just come over… and have a good taste, alright? My leg is dirty now; it needs you to clean it.”

Yu Lian, whose nerves were already taut, had never heard Bai Muya’s voice so soft and seductive. Her mental defenses snapped. Her reason grew hazy, and that pale leg truly seemed to transform into an enticing white cake, tempting her to crouch down and savor it carefully.

“If I clean it… will you… will you let me go, and help me undo… this… this terrible feeling?”

Yu Lian’s last vestiges of reason clung on, compelling her to seek clarity. She had already risen from the chair and knelt on the floor, holding the pale leg as if it were precious jade. Her voice had become extremely hoarse.

Bai Muya’s pretty face flushed with an alluring crimson. Her breathing quickened considerably, her chest rising and falling. Clearly, she too was getting into the mood. Watching Yu Lian crouch obediently on the floor, she felt an intense, uncontrollable surge of pleasure.

“I’ve never gone back on my word. So… hurry and get to it. You don’t want to keep feeling uncomfortable, do you?”

The shoe on Bai Muya’s suspended jade foot slipped off. She hooked her toes and gently tapped the flickering mark on Yu Lian’s abdomen, wiggling them back and forth. Yu Lian gasped, her entire body growing hot and breaking out in fragrant sweat.

It was itchy.

So incredibly itchy, every inch of her body burned with it.

Yu Lian desperately seized the sly, bare foot. “Second Miss… I will… *huff*, I will lick all the gruel clean right now.”

If she didn’t act quickly, she feared the Second Miss would unleash more unbearable, heart-itching, body-numbing tricks. Compared to those minor antics, she was far more terrified of the mark in her abdomen. It was tormenting not just her body, but also her fragile spirit.

Yu Lian’s hands moved up Bai Muya’s foot, past her ankle, over her calf, skipping her knee, and finally resting on her fair, tender thigh. She bent low, bowing her head as if in devout worship, her small mouth slightly agape as she began to lick the gruel.

The gruel still tasted the same, yet it also carried a new, distinct fragrance. Yu Lian’s anxious heart finally settled completely. She had worried that such an act would strip the gruel of its original flavor, but to her surprise, it hadn’t. Instead, it had become even more delicious, making her somewhat succumb to this humiliating way of eating.

Her brows unfurled, the inner turmoil slowly dissipating.

Yet, a hint of humiliation still clung to her face. No matter how much she succumbed, this was ultimately a subservient act beneath another.

Yu Lian understood this, but she was being coerced, not acting voluntarily. Therefore, she began to eat heartily, her conscience surprisingly at ease.

Since resistance was futile, she might as well enjoy it.

Bai Muya’s inner desires were satisfied, and a profound sense of relief washed over her. Her body trembled increasingly as the gruel on her thigh was licked clean. Her face was flushed, her eyes veiled with a misty film, and her small, cherry mouth was slightly agape as she let out soft gasps.

It was wonderful.

This act of another’s submission truly brought her immense pleasure, making her feel as though she was floating, ready to ascend to the heavens and become a celestial being.

“Second Miss, it’s all gone. Please lift the effect of the mark.”

The pleasure abruptly ceased. Bai Muya sharply plummeted from the clouds. How could the gruel be gone so quickly? Her watery eyes glanced at her thigh, only to find it spotless.

Yu Lian knelt there, her pretty face exceedingly rosy and lovely due to the mark’s influence and the lingering humiliation, making one want to gently take a bite.

Bai Muya was true to her word. First, she removed the mark’s effect, then took a small spoon and continued to sprinkle gruel. This time, however, she didn’t sprinkle it on her thigh. Instead, she extended her long leg, resting her jade foot in Yu Lian’s lap, and with an outstretched hand, sprinkled the gruel onto the top of her foot, making it gleam.

“You may continue.”

Yu Lian had just recovered from the mark’s fading effect when she heard these words and froze for a moment. ‘What did the Second Miss say? Continue? Hey, hey, this is going too far.’ She didn’t want to continue being subservient, enduring such humiliation. She was free from the mark’s influence; she wouldn’t do this anymore.

Yu Lian lifted her chin defiantly, as if the person who had just been licking gruel from someone else’s leg wasn’t her. No humiliation or internal conflict was visible on her face; only pride, like an arrogant white swan.

“Are you sure you won’t continue?”

Bai Muya wasn’t angered by this. Instead, she raised an eyebrow, looking at Yu Lian with interest. Yes, this was exactly it. She loved a beauty who, despite being humiliated, remained unyielding. Such a taste was not only satisfying but also left a potent aftertaste.

“You needn’t think I’ll do that again! I won’t… Ah ha ha ha, I won’t continue squatting idly like this! Second Miss, I’ll come serve you right away. Please put that thought out of your mind and don’t do anything rash. Everything can be discussed.”

Yu Lian had been resolute, but she quickly softened. She saw the Second Miss’s playful smile, and the mark in her abdomen seemed to stir again, bringing back a faint, numbing sensation reminiscent of her recent experience.

She couldn’t let that happen.

‘Endure for a moment, and all will be calm; take a step back…’

Bai Muya hooked her toes lightly, her smile widening. “Then begin. Besides the top of your foot, every single toe must be cleaned thoroughly as well.”