Chapter 15: I’m Master’s Little Female Cat 

“No, no.”

Xu Yinsheng angrily slapped the paper on the table, radiating an “I’m not doing this” vibe.

“Dog won’t do, that’s too much of an insult to my dignity.”

Dignity?

You still want dignity! 

Cutting in, stealing Xiao Yin, ruining my plan.

A bad woman like you doesn’t deserve pity even if you’re completely broken.

Zhao Yicheng was seething with anger.

It’s just that his Xiao Yin is naive, rich, and starved for love, which is why you were able to take advantage and trick her into falling for you.

“Then how about ‘little female cat’?” he said indifferently.

“But…” 

Xu Yinsheng still wanted to refuse, but a white pill was instantly popped into her mouth. 

Her eyes lit up, and she savored the taste, constantly smacking her lips.

“Okay, little female cat it is.”

Zhao Yicheng nodded upon seeing this. 

He didn’t expect her to accept such a title immediately.

This was the “demolition effect” in psychology.

If a room is too dark and you suggest opening a skylight, people will certainly object.

But if you propose tearing down the roof, they’ll come to a compromise and agree to open a skylight.

Milk candy.

If she doesn’t like dogs, then she’ll like cats.

After all, it’s only one character different.

He took out a medium-sized script-killing game from his briefcase and began to explain the rules.

“I am a psychologist, and you are a patient.”

“Rule 1: The patient cannot refuse the doctor’s questions and must answer truthfully. For each question answered, a milk candy will be rewarded as appropriate.”

“Rule 2: The patient cannot resist any of the doctor’s actions and must completely obey all of the doctor’s instructions, immersing themselves in the environment created by the doctor. A milk candy will be rewarded based on the level of immersion.”

“Rule 3: During the doctor’s treatment, the patient must prioritize the doctor in all things. Several milk candies will be rewarded based on the level of obedience.”

Zhao Yicheng meticulously read out the rules of the script-killing game.

He turned his head to look at Xu Yinsheng, who was sitting obediently on the other end of the sofa.

“Understand?”

Xu Yinsheng had thought about asking if “any actions” would cross a line, but seeing the handful of faint milky-scented milk candies in Zhao Yicheng’s palm, she nodded somewhat greedily and urged,

“I understand, let’s start quickly.”

Zhao Yicheng’s lips curved upwards silently.

What he held was indeed a script-killing game, but unlike ordinary ones, the plot of this Psychologist and Patient would make people feel as if they were there, unconsciously sinking into it, and subconsciously expressing a will to obey.

Of course, it was only subconscious obedience.

Without other factors, it wouldn’t have much impact on the human body.

But the pills in his hand were those “other factors.”

This way, the game became much more interesting.

Is this what they call “guiding instead of blocking”?

As expected of the great wisdom of the ancient sages nurtured on this land.

Zhao Yicheng changed into a white lab coat, put on rimless glasses, and stood up with a serious expression. He looked at Xu Yinsheng.

“Xu Ying, I am your psychologist.”

“Hello, Doctor.”

Xu Yinsheng was also very cooperative.

“Lie flat on the sofa, put your hands on your lower abdomen, and close your eyes.”

Xu Yinsheng did as she was told.

Soon, on the brown sofa, a girl with closed eyes lay quietly.

She was only seventeen or eighteen, still a bit naive.

“Very good, I’m very satisfied with your performance!”

Zhao Yicheng smiled and praised Xu Yinsheng a few times!

At the same time, he fed a white pill into her mouth.

“Xu Ying, do you have family?”

Even Zhao Yicheng himself didn’t notice that a mischievous arc had unconsciously appeared on his lips.

The so-called pleasure of “taming” a woman lies in gradually shattering a woman’s deeply held moral concepts, including notions of chastity, family obligations, consideration of social impact, and a clear foundation that can be openly disclosed to those around her, into absolute nothingness.

The famous thinker, Wotzkisod, once said: “When they lose their proud confidence, they inevitably fall into self-deprecation, and have to rely on other aspects for their value. Under the guidance of the ‘trainer,’ this new support point for value is destined to be lacking in elevation, or even low.”

He took out a player, pressed the switch, and a quiet yet strange, inhuman hum echoed in the silent room.

“Yes.”

As the quiet yet strange, inhuman hum entered her ears, Xu Yinsheng’s brows relaxed, and she couldn’t help but let down her guard.

“Do they know about your current situation? You seduce men, you seek money, you are unrighteous, you are vain.”

“No, I’m not that kind of person.”

“You are that kind of bad woman.”

The deep, hoarse, yet magnetic male voice seemed to possess a kind of magic.

He recounted Xu Ying’s crimes, and the soft words, one by one, seemed to materialize into scenes.

The virtual character “Xu Ying” seemed to truly come alive in his mouth.

Xu Yinsheng couldn’t help but immerse herself in “Xu Ying’s” life experience, as if empathizing with this virtual character she had created.

Her heart suddenly became incomparably sour.

She really seemed to be a bad woman.

***

As Xu Yinsheng drifted, the outside sounds grew fainter and fainter until they vanished.

In the darkness, she seemed to see a woman walking towards her, so beautiful and captivating, like a fairy in the night, yet exuding the aura of a bad woman.

A suffocating sensation enveloped “Xu Ying’s” heart.

The beautiful woman gasped for air, her delicate hands pressed tightly against her chest, as if this could alleviate the sudden wave of intense emotion.

“I’m sorry, I’m a bad woman,” she murmured softly.

“Unfortunately, your apology is too late. Your family is disappointed in you, your friends are disappointed in you. Your existence has no meaning at all.”

Although he was surprised by how quickly she got into character, Zhao Yicheng didn’t stop.

Instead, he began to insert his own hidden agenda.

“Why don’t you just die?”

“I should die.”

At this stage of reshaping her worldview, even Zhao Yicheng couldn’t help but feel a hint of doubt.

It was too smooth, too easy.

Xu Ying’s life experiences seemed non-existent; he had twisted them effortlessly.

“No, I won’t let you die,” he said softly.

“You are my slave. That is your only value.”

“I am your slave.”

“Xu Ying” seemed to drift for a moment, a thought she had never had before welling up in her heart.

He was right, this was her only value.

“Now, what should you call me?”

Zhao Yicheng’s voice came, carrying a hint of ethereal charm.

“Xu Ying” listened, falling silent for a moment.

Thoughts she had never entertained before, completely conflicting with her previous cognition, flowed through her heart.

“Xu Ying” hummed a few times, as if struggling with another person.

Finally, her lips trembled, and she whispered,

“Master.”

“Come, repeat that!”

“Who are you? Who am I? What is our relationship?”

The man’s voice was filled with endless doubt. 

This was the most crucial step, implanting his brand into her subconscious.

If successful, Xu Ying would be nothing more than an obedient puppet in his hands in the future.


“Xu Ying’s” body trembled, a look of pain on her face.

Her chest rose and fell continuously, as if she were fighting her final battle with a life experience that didn’t even exist.

“Xu Ying” took a deep breath, raising her voice!

She decided to completely abandon her dignity!

“I am Xu Ying, and you are Master!”

“I am Master’s little female cat!”