You accept.

No answer.

A few moments later, a taxi pulls up. You don’t recognize the brand, but the car looks fancier than the others—sleek, dark, and polished. You slide in, and the driver, mid-video call with his family, sneaks the camera toward your face. You show him the address, and he nods before pulling away.

The drive is short but pleasant, far more comfortable than the crowded bus. The suspension glides over the roads, and the faint scent of jasmine from a nearby tree drifts through the open window.

"OK," the driver says as he parks. He gestures to the QR code on his phone—the price. You remember the drill: scan to pay. The fare is surprisingly cheap—30 yuan. You glance at your balance: 1000 yuan. Either Annie was very generous with her transfer, or she has no idea how much a taxi costs here.

The driver helps you with your suitcase. As you step out, you lift your head and freeze. A massive gate looms before you, flanked by two stone lions, their weathered faces watching you with ancient authority. This is the entrance to a powerful family’s estate.

The gate is ajar, and a woman steps through, her movements graceful. She’s dressed in a traditional qipao, the dark fabric hugging her slender frame, the high collar framing her delicate neck. Her hair is pinned back in an elegant bun, and her hands, folded neatly in front of her, move with quiet precision. She approaches you with a small, polite bow and gestures for you to follow.

You’re led through a beautifully maintained garden, the path winding past carefully pruned trees and a koi pond, the water shimmering under the fading light. The air is thick with the scent of blooming flowers and damp earth.

Annie stands in the doorway of the house, her arms crossed, a knowing smile on her lips. She doesn’t waste time.

"Let me be clear," she says, her voice firm but not unkind. "As long as you respect the rules I’m about to give you, you’ll have a good time here. The money I sent you is just a tiny gesture of goodwill."

You nod, listening intently.

She begins enumerating the rules, her fingers counting them off one by one. "You need to be back before midnight—before the staff finish their workday. You will take meals with us. Respect my family and my staff." She pauses, her eyes locking onto yours. "Most importantly: provide some company to my daughter if she asks."

*Her daughter. Whatis her name again?* You think. She must have mentionned it on the plane but you were not really paying too much attention to what she was saying...

You nod again, the implications sinking in. She’s paying you to date her daughter. Does that make you some kind of escort now? It feels surreal, but the daughter is cute. And if she’s half as skilled as her mother... well, that’s a good deal. And the mansion is stunning.

Annie still doesn’t trust you. She adds, her tone light but serious, "Since you’ve agreed, there’s one last thing: you’ll need to gain my trust. So for now, you’re to wear a chastity cage." She smirks. "Mostly to protect my staff. The maids do as you say, so don’t ask for sex.* She winks. "By the way, don’t worry—it’s the right size."

You think hard. It’s very kinky, but you can deal with it. The mansion is incredible, and while the meals might be cheap in China, hotels here are not. Most importantly, it would be too akward to refuse now, right?

You take the deal.

Annie claps her hands. "OK, let’s get you ready right away. The maid will take care of your needs at night, so relax and bathe yourself."

Two maids step forward, their movements synchronized as they take your luggage. "We have prepared your room. We will put your belongings inside," one says, her voice soft.

Another maid approaches you. Her face is pale with carefully applied makeup, her lips are painted with a soft shade of red.

Hello Mister," Her voice is like silk. "Follow me please."

You feel like you’ve stepped into a harem. And you’re... a bit hard. To be fair, you’ve only seen women inside the mansion so far, so it checks out.

You step into a luxurious bathroom and the maid doesn’t miss a beat. She reaches for your belt, her fingers deft as she unbuckles it. She notices your erection. You blush and try to cross your legs to hide it.

"Let me help you with that." she says, while holding your legs opened. "There is no way it will fit if you stay like this." she adds as she dampens a cloth with cold water.

"Now take a deep breath, look at me, not at your cock."

She presses the cloth on your crotch, her touch gentle but firm as she works to soften you. The sudden cold makes you shiver and the cage quickly clicks into place without you realizing it.

"Just one more thing," she reaches between her breasts to grab a key attached to a necklace. She finally lock the cage and puts the key back to its safe spot.

"Good, you're all set now. I'll see you tonight."

The gears grind in your head, only feeling the weight of your deal now.

You can't take it off yourself.

Of course you can't!

Now you feel like a eunuch in a harem, surrounded by so many beautiful women. You understand the deal a bit better now.

You're having a sort of out of body experience. You see yourself, butt naked. Cock locked. In a stranger's home in another country.

What the fuck are you doing?

Annie comes to check on you, bringing you back to reality. She lookd at your dick with a satisfied expression. "You look cute like this. So, as I said as long as you respect the rules, nothing is expected of you. You’re free to enjoy the house and the city as you please. Try not to let the cage disturb you too much."

At that moment you catch a glimpse of her daughter in the background. She ignores you completely. Maybe that's better since you're still half naked. That's not technixally a first impression anymore. But that would still be a bad impression.

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Later that evening the table is laden with dishes—steaming dumplings, glazed duck, stir-fried greens, and more. The flavors are rich and complex. The family and staff keep piling food onto your plate, even as you protest that you’re full. It’s impossible to refuse. The hospitality is overwhelming.