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"Whatever...whatever, I'm willing to do. As long as you can forgive me."

As soon as the words fell, the atmosphere in the room seemed to freeze.

Kujo Renji turned around, his amber eyes flashing dangerously under the night scene.

She walked to the suitcase beside her, opened it, and took out an exquisite black box.

Kujo Renji walked slowly back to Yutenji Wakamu, placed the box on the coffee table, and gently opened it.

Two items lay quietly in the box - a finely crafted black leather collar with tiny rhinestones inlaid on the edge; next to it was a pair of lifelike cat ear headdresses, also black, lined with pink fur.

Yutenji Wakamu widened his eyes, unable to believe what he saw, and seemed to have realized something.

Her eyes moved back and forth between the two objects and Kujo Renji, and the expression on her face gradually changed from shock to a mixture of shame and fear.

Kujo Renji sat back in the chair, crossed his legs, his amber eyes expressionless.

She casually threw the two things in front of Yutenji Wakamai.

The two people's eyes met, and although they were looking at each other at eye level, it was as if an invisible mountain rose from the ground in front of Yutenji Wakamai.

"Well, put it on."

Kujo Renji's voice was neither hurried nor slow, and each syllable was like a heavy hammer hitting Yutenji Wakami's heart.

She leaned forward slightly and continued with clear pronunciation:

"Then, kneel down."

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Chapter 50: Yutenji Wakamu's Master (Five in One)

Dogeza, called "Dogeza" in Japanese, is an ancient traditional etiquette in Japan.

This ritual, originating from ancient Japanese aristocratic society, is a gesture of profound apology and submission—kneeling with forehead touching the ground, hands flat, and the upper body almost completely flat against the ground. It symbolizes not just a physical gesture but also complete spiritual submission and the complete abandonment of self-esteem.

In modern society, this behavior is relatively rare and only occurs in very rare cases.

When a person is forced to abdicate, their psychological defenses are completely destroyed, and their self-esteem and self-identity collapse in an instant.

From a psychological perspective, this is an extreme display of power - forcing others into such a humble posture means complete control over their spirit and personality.

Kujo Renji's gaze wandered over Yutenji Wakamu's face, observing every subtle change in her expression.

The other person's tightly pursed lips, the unconsciously trembling hands, and the light in his eyes that was a mixture of fear and shame - these were all within his expectations.

"Can't you do it?"

The blue-haired girl tilted her head, her voice calm and almost gentle, yet with a suffocating sense of oppression:

"Then how can I trust you?"

Yutenji Wakamugi froze in place, his hands clenched into fists.

Her eyes fell on the black collar, and an unprecedented sense of humiliation surged in her heart. But at the same time, the fear deep in her bones made her unable to move - she knew too well the consequences of refusing.

"If you find it hard to accept..."

The girl's voice remained calm:

"I totally understand. You can leave now."

This sentence is like a final ultimatum.

Yutenji Wakamu bit her lower lip, and the almost stinging force made her wake up briefly.

There are two paths before you - either retain your last dignity and turn around and leave.

Or she could give in completely and accept the humiliation. The former would mean losing everything, while the latter might—just might—allow her to preserve the tiny bit of hope she had left.

"I..."

Her voice was as thin as a mosquito and almost inaudible.

His trembling fingers moved towards the black collar, and when they touched the leather surface, an electric-like shudder spread from his fingertips to his whole body.

Yutenji Wakamu slowly picked up the collar, feeling its unexpected weight.

The leather felt cold and unfamiliar, and the rhinestones gleamed brightly in the light.

Every movement she made was so clumsy, as if she was learning to use her body for the first time.

Kujo Renji still had his back to her, observing everything through the reflection in the window.

He could see the struggling expression on Yutenji Wakamaki's face - that was the moment when a person was giving up his self-dignity.

Click.

Tie the collar.

Yutenji Wakamu's hand paused for a moment, then tremblingly picked up the cat-ear headdress. The fur of the cat ears was warm and soft to the touch, a stark contrast to her current state of mind.

The subtle sound of the metal buckle being tightened was particularly harsh in the quiet room, like the closing of shackles.

The blue-haired girl finally turned around and her eyes fell on her.

The indifference in those amber eyes made Yutenji Wakamu feel suffocated.

Her knees felt like they were filled with lead, and every bend was a crushing blow to her self-esteem.

Feeling shame and humiliation, Yutenji Wakamu finally got down on the ground and knelt there.

The soft carpet did not bring any comfort, but instead highlighted her current state of disgrace.

Her back was slightly hunched and her head was lowered.

Where she couldn't see, the blue-haired girl showed a barely perceptible smile.

"not enough."

The girl's voice came again.

Yutenji Wakamu raised his head and looked at her in disbelief.

The other person's expression was eerily calm, without a trace of sarcasm or anger, as if he was simply asking for something very ordinary.

Feeling extremely ashamed, Yutenji Wakamai's face was as if it was burning with fire.

She slowly bent down, placing her hands flat on the ground. Finally, she closed her eyes and touched her forehead to the ground.

Earth seat.

finished.

All of Miss Yutenji Wakamu's dignity seemed to collapse at this moment.

The blue-haired girl squatted down in front of Yutenji Wakamu, looking at her at eye level.

Her amber eyes reflected her miserable appearance.

"How does it feel?" he asked softly, "to be forced to give up your dignity for a glimmer of hope?"

Yutenji Wakamu couldn't answer. Shame, anger, fear, and a hint of something she didn't want to admit—an inexplicable excitement—surged within her.

This complex emotion made her breathing rapid and her cheeks flushed unnaturally.

"No... It's not very comfortable."

There was shame and humiliation in Yutenji Wakamu's voice.

The blue-haired girl sat back on the sofa, looked down at her, her hand supporting her chin, and asked indifferently:

"Ms. Yutenji, what do you think you should call me?"

There is no answer to the question.

In other words, the answer to a question is already predetermined.

Yutenji Wakamai's lips trembled. She wanted to speak several times, but was too ashamed to speak.

The girl sitting in front of her waited calmly, without urging or ridicule.

She just looked at her with that researcher's eyes, as if observing an interesting phenomenon.

"Master... Master..."

Yutenji Wakamu finally squeezed out these two words, the sound almost squeezed out from between his teeth:

"I...I've always been thinking about the band..."

As if she had heard something funny, the girl leaned forward slightly and asked curiously:

"What would Meow Meng say at this time?"

——No, no, you, you can’t..Ah meow!

The words of rebuttal in my heart could not be uttered at this moment.

Yutenji Wakamu closed her eyes, and the blush on her face had spread to her ears.

In her mind, she summoned the role that she had rehearsed countless times - the coquettish and adorable "Meow Dream Kiss".

When she opened her eyes again, the voice had completely changed.

"Master~" There was a slight tremor in the sweet voice: "Meow Meng has always been thinking about the band, meow~"

The moment the words came out, a feeling of excitement and shame unexpectedly emerged in my heart.

The corners of the girl's mouth curled up slightly. "Go on. Tell me, what are you willing to do to prove your loyalty?"

Yutenji Wakamu's inner sense of shame was about to explode.

This was all too much, far beyond her expectations. She had expected a simple apology, or at most some verbal promises. But now...

Why did she do this?

Is it because of the other person's step-by-step guidance? Or is it because of the self-abandonment after breaking through the sense of shame?

My mind was in a mess, but my words were one step ahead of my thoughts.

"Meow Dream dear is willing...willing to do anything to prove his loyalty, meow~"

She repeated mechanically, the sweetness in her voice becoming forced:

"As long as the master is happy, Miao Mengqin is willing to do anything~"

The moment these words came out of his mouth, Yutenji Wakamu felt a little dizzy due to the swelling emotions.

Miss Miao Meng realized that she was not only submitting, but was also actively cooperating with this humiliation.

But what frightened her even more was the faint voice deep in her heart - an almost morbid sense of satisfaction, because at least she could still hold on to Ave mujica, her last lifeline.

"Then prove it to me, Miss Yutenji Wakami." The girl's tone was filled with a hint of laughter.

The air in the room seemed to freeze.

Yutenji Wakamu's eyes widened, as if she realized what the other party wanted her to do.

Her mind screamed no, but her instincts made her body act.

Slowly and laboriously, she placed her palms on the carpet, then her knees. With her vision blurred, she began to crawl like a cat.

The collar swayed gently with her movements, and the cat-ear hair accessory swayed slightly with each step.

Shame overwhelmed her like a tide, yet she felt a strange sense of relief—after hitting rock bottom, what else was there to be afraid of?

When she crawled to Kujo Renji's feet, the shame had already begun to make her gasp for breath.

Jiujo Renji's voice remained calm, but with a barely perceptible hint of satisfaction:

“Now, one last request – tell me, if someone ever suggests again that the band remove their masks, what will you do?”

Yutenji Wakamugi knelt on the ground and looked up at Kujo Renji. Those amber eyes seemed to be able to see through all lies.

"I will...I will tell you the first time." Her voice was no longer artificially sweet, but a real, broken whisper: "I will oppose any proposal to take off the mask."