I Used My Abstinent Uncle as a Plaything, Then Forgot to Turn Off the Camera

The obsessive tycoon of Hong Kong's social scene, the “uncle,” versus a sweet, obedient young woman

Shen You was the girl he took in and raised by his side.

By his side, she was the perfect obedient girl, submitting to him and serving him.

He taught her to kneel, to give thanks, and that “the Shen family needs to rely on no one.”

She learned well.

So well that he never realized she had locked the cage door from the inside.

Until the day Shen You slipped something into his drink.

Before he collapsed, he saw her take the old phone she had hidden in a drawer for six years and dial a number right in front of him.

Her voice was still so soft and obedient, exactly as it was when she cuddled up to him.

“It's me. I've gathered enough.”

“Will it work after just one time?”

Shen Yanting took a girl home from an orphanage.

She was obedient, compliant, and sensible. For six years, he raised her with family rules and a discipline stick as she knelt before him and called him Uncle. Through countless sleepless nights, he gritted his teeth and resisted the urge to pull her into his very bones.

But when she knelt before him in the white dress he had picked out himself, lifted her face to reveal the thin red mark on her neck, and softly asked him to punish her, he suddenly realized that she had never been the one he had tamed.

It was him, Shen Yanting.

From the first time Shen You called him “Uncle,” he had already lost completely.

[Not actually uncle and niece]