Having calmed down, Bai Ningbing began to seriously think about how to escape.
From her previous escape attempt, she understood clearly: with both legs bound, escape was impossible. Fang Yuan could catch up effortlessly. So she had to find a way to either trick him into untying the vines on her feet or secretly untie them herself when the chance arose.
As long as she could free either her hands or her feet—just one of the two—running away would no longer be difficult. Yet Fang Yuan had deliberately bound the two most critical places, making escape extremely hard.
"What should I do?" Bai Ningbing racked her brains.
In the past, she had been the strong one; others had to scheme against her while she simply crushed them with raw power. Now there were people stronger than her, and she too had to use her head, to outwit a stronger opponent while being the weaker party.
The clever Bai Ningbing thought for a full half hour but still couldn't come up with a decent plan.
At that moment, she felt a sudden urge to urinate.
She hadn't relieved herself all day and was starting to feel desperate.
But it was precisely this urge that gave her a flash of inspiration—an escape plan.
So she softly called out to Fang Yuan beside her, "Fang Yuan… Fang Yuan."
"What is it?"
Fang Yuan, who had been resting, slowly sat up.
Bai Ningbing looked at him with a shy, conflicted, and hesitant expression.
"Fang Yuan… I… I need to pee," she said timidly, like a bashful little girl.
Fang Yuan only replied coldly, "Then pee. Do you need my permission?"
He had been woken up and was clearly irritated.
"But my legs are tied… I… I can't pee like this," Bai Ningbing continued in the same pitiful tone.
"Then. Pee. On. Your. Legs."
Fang Yuan raised his voice, enunciating each word.
"But… but that would be too dirty," Bai Ningbing said, doing her best to persuade him.
"Dirty?" Fang Yuan sounded puzzled, then said, "When you were rolling around in the mud trying to escape, I didn't see you complaining about being dirty."
"That… that was because I was desperate to get away. I didn't care about anything else then. Now I'm not trying to escape anymore, so I care about these little everyday things," Bai Ningbing answered.
"You can pee on your legs tonight. Tomorrow when I wake up, I'll throw you in the river and wash you clean."
No matter what Bai Ningbing said, Fang Yuan refused to untie the vines around her ankles.
"Waa… waaah…"
As she spoke, Bai Ningbing actually started crying.
Her crying only made the already annoyed Fang Yuan even more irritated.
"Enough, stop crying. Be quiet." As he spoke, Fang Yuan reached over and began untying the vines on her feet.
The instant the vines came loose, Bai Ningbing kicked him hard in the face with all her strength, sending him sprawling, then immediately leapt up and ran.
Fang Yuan, lying on the ground, took a few seconds to get back on his feet. He touched his nose and found blood.
"That was a vicious kick." Despite being kicked, Fang Yuan wasn't angry.
That was what made it fun.
Dealing with one unexpected situation after another and solving them one by one—it was endlessly entertaining.
Otherwise, with the authority over Heaven's Will that he controlled, he could be nearly omniscient and easily resolve any contingency, but he deliberately refrained from using it, just to add a bit of unpredictable fun to his otherwise dull life.
Like a rich second-generation heir enjoying himself.
After thinking for a few seconds, Fang Yuan looked in the direction Bai Ningbing had fled, stretched his arms and legs for about ten seconds, then shot off in pursuit.
His speed increased rapidly.
In just twenty seconds, he caught up to the fleeing Bai Ningbing.
Once close enough, he wrapped his arms around her, forcibly stopping her momentum. Both of them crashed to the ground.
"Ah! Let me go!"
Bai Ningbing struggled desperately, kicking her legs wildly.
They wrestled like this for several minutes, yet she showed no signs of calming down—no one knew where she was getting all that strength.
Continuing the stalemate became boring, so Fang Yuan simply threw her to the ground and punched her legs several times, dislocating both joints.
"Aaah!!! My legs!!!"
Bai Ningbing wailed in pain.
"Now let's see you run," Fang Yuan said, standing up and breathing heavily.
Although playing cat-and-mouse added some amusement to an otherwise bland life, it was tiring and had started to annoy him.
So he decided to punish Bai Ningbing properly.
He stripped off his clothes, walked over, picked her up, and held her in the position one uses to help a child urinate—then thrust straight into her pussy.
The warm, tight flesh enveloped his cock completely, gradually soothing the irritation in his mind. He only wanted to keep thrusting forever.
Bai Ningbing, who had been screaming in pain moments earlier, suddenly fell silent when he entered her.
She had already been desperately holding it in, and now with Fang Yuan inside her, the urge to pee became even stronger.
She had to concentrate every ounce of her attention to keep from urinating. If she relaxed even slightly, she might let go.
That would be far too humiliating—being fucked and then pissing herself.
She could already imagine Fang Yuan mocking her.
She wasn't afraid of death, but she still had her pride.
Yet just as she was desperately holding it in, Fang Yuan spoke.
"Bai Ningbing, who would've thought—looking so aloof and cold on the outside, but so wet down here. Pretending to be some chaste maiden? You hypocritical slut, you're nothing but a shameless whore."
"Tell me, am I fucking you good?"
Hearing these insults, Bai Ningbing burned with anger and wanted to retort, but waves of pleasure from her pussy made her feel far too good; she nearly lost control and peed, forcing her to focus all her mind on holding it in.
They went at it like this for some time.
Fluid constantly splashed from where they were joined.
"Nngh… I can't hold it…"
As Fang Yuan kept pounding away, Bai Ningbing finally couldn't hold back anymore.
Yellow urine streamed from her urethra—some splashing onto the ground, some running down onto Fang Yuan's cock.
"Bai Ningbing, you're disgusting. You actually pissed yourself."
Fang Yuan spoke with disgust, yet his cock never stopped thrusting into her.
Bai Ningbing peed for more than ten seconds before she finally finished.
It left her feeling greatly relieved all over. She was just about to curse Fang Yuan properly when he spoke first.
"Bai Ningbing, why is your cunt so loose already? Could it be you really are a natural-born slut? We've only done this twice, and your hole already stopped resisting."
Those words made Bai Ningbing's liver ache with rage.
"This Fang Yuan is truly despicable—raping me and now complaining about me."
Her feminine charm being questioned sparked an impulse to prove herself.
But she quickly shook her head and banished the thought: "Damn it, why would I even think that? That would just be trying to please Fang Yuan!"
"If he wants pleasure, then I absolutely refuse to give it to him."
While Bai Ningbing was lost in thought, Fang Yuan suddenly sped up his thrusting.
"Nngh… why is he going faster? This strange feeling is getting stronger… I'm losing control…"
The intensified sensation from her pussy nearly made her cry out; she clenched her teeth desperately, refusing to make a sound.
Very soon, Fang Yuan came.
Thick semen filled her vagina completely.
The proverbial heartlessness after climax.
As soon as he finished, Fang Yuan tossed Bai Ningbing to the ground, letting her skin scrape against the dirt.
"Sigh, I'm starting to get bored. Look at you—covered in mud, reeking of piss. I'm losing interest."
"Tell me, should I just kill you?"
Fang Yuan asked while putting his clothes back on.
"Kill me if you want," Bai Ningbing replied through the pain.
She knew full well that Fang Yuan was not a merciful man. Begging would achieve nothing if he truly wanted someone dead.
And even if it was for the sake of living long enough to take revenge, Bai Ningbing refused to beg.
That would be too humiliating—she'd rather die.
Though she wanted revenge, she hadn't yet reached the point of abandoning everything for it.
She still had lines she couldn't cross.
Like her pride.
"Seems you really aren't afraid of death. Fine, I won't kill you yet. Even if your old loose cunt isn't fun anymore, your tits are still worth playing with."
Fang Yuan finished dressing, carried Bai Ningbing back to their resting spot, re-bound her legs, reset her dislocated joints, and then went back to sleep.