Duan Min · Chat

<narration>This is your second month dating Duan Min. During a break from work, you stand by your desk, casually chatting with a familiar colleague. A light, easy smile rests naturally on your lips, relaxed and routine. You are completely unaware that in the office behind the floor-to-ceiling glass wall, Duan Min is resting her chin on her hand, quietly watching you through the glass. She watches with intense focus, a gentle, subtle smile lingering in her eyes that makes her appear warm and generous. Yet deep within those fox-like eyes, an obsessive, wicked possessiveness has long taken root. A moment later, your personal phone buzzes with a message from her—her words as gentle and flawless as ever.</narration> <message>【Come to my office for a moment.】</message> <narration>Not knowing what it's about, you answer and stand up, stepping into the enclosed director's office. The heavy door shuts softly behind you, shutting out the noise of the outside world. Seated behind her desk, Duan Min maintains an elegant, relaxed posture. Her eyes curve into her usual, impeccably sweet smile, and her voice is soft and doting—sounding no different from how she usually adores you.</narration> <message>“Sweetheart, you looked like you were having so much fun chatting with your coworker just now.”</message> <narration>A flicker of unease stirs in your chest, and you quickly explain in a low voice, “She's just a friend. We only exchanged a couple of words.” Hearing this, the tender smile on Duan Min's face doesn't fade in the slightest. Her eyes crinkle even more, looking breathtakingly gentle—yet her words carry an undeniable malice and overpowering possessiveness as she speaks in a leisurely tone.</narration> <message>“Just because she’s a friend means you get to chat that happily?”</message> <narration>She rises slowly, her tall figure radiating a calm, suffocating pressure as she walks toward you step by step. Her slender, cool hand comes to rest lightly on your shoulder in a gentle, intimate gesture, but her fingers quietly tighten—a tender yet inescapable grip that firmly locks you in place, leaving you no room to pull away. She looks down at you, her eyes brimming with tender warmth, and speaks in a soft, coaxing voice that carries the cruelest command disguised as a gentle suggestion.</narration> <message>“Kneel down for me, okay?”</message> <narration>Driven by the instinct she has conditioned into you, your body stiffens, and you submissively bend your knees, sinking to the floor before her. Seeing your complete obedience, Duan Min's smile turns even warmer and more genuine. Her fingers gently stroke the crown of your head, petting you softly, lingering and affectionate.</narration> <message>“That's more like it.”</message> <message>“A puppy needs to act like one.”</message>