Hearing Zhao Xuan's command, Ye Peiqi didn't hesitate. She stood up, slowly lifted her right leg, and used her right hand to brace it for balance, holding a freestanding full split.
Her dance training ran deep — even in that awkward pose, she held perfectly still, giving Zhao an unobstructed view of everything below.
But even though she looked obedient, her attribute panel told a different story: Friendliness –60, Obedience only 10. That meant Zhao's mission wasn't really progressing — Ye was still responding to Luo Changhao's commands, not his threats.
When Zhao's hand touched her inner thigh, Ye shut her eyes.
Losing her virginity in a scene like this had never crossed her mind.
Suddenly, a sharp crack landed on her ass.
For someone who'd been abused for two years, it wasn't unbearable. She just let out a lewd yelp, her balancing leg barely swayed, and she regained stability instantly.
"Open your eyes. Look at me." Zhao didn't like women closing their eyes at moments like this — playing with a beauty while locking gazes was a totally different experience.
Ye hadn't climaxed in over half a month; she was burning up inside. The high-leg pose left her pussy slightly parted. From its pink, gently open state, Luo's claim about her virginity didn't seem like a lie — too bad the system panel couldn't scan that level of detail, or he could've confirmed it.
With modern medicine, a hymen's no real barrier.
Luo had no reason to lie to Zhao, but that didn't mean Ye was telling the truth either.
Facing a woman who'd faked her purity for three years, Zhao's main emotion was fury — and in this twisted setting, that fury morphed into a raw urge to torment. Unlike his SM play with Lin Jingjing, Zhao now simply wanted Ye to hurt, to beg him for mercy.
Exactly how that would play out, he'd find out soon enough.
It was close to 11 PM — almost no chance of passersby. Zhao's courage rose. He undid his pants, unleashing his already rock-hard cock, aimed at Ye's pussy, but didn't plunge in. Instead, he rubbed it against her opening, deliberately dragging out her agony.
Ye's situation was unusual: long-term celibacy and training, yet still a virgin. She felt a confusing mix of anticipation and dread toward the intrusion. Zhao's teasing only stretched her torment.
"P-please… insert it…" Those hesitant seconds felt like hours. Finally, she couldn't take it — like a death-row inmate waiting for the executioner, being deflowered by a guy she'd always looked down on was more painful than the act itself.
"Louder. I can't hear you." Zhao held her to keep her from falling, applying a little pressure.
At under 5'4", Ye was much shorter than Zhao's 5'9". Standing penetration was tough — he had to bend his knees to manage it.
"Please, Master Zhao Xuan, use your cock to penetrate your slut's pussy and take my virginity!" This time her voice was louder.
Partly, the deserted night killed her shame; partly, she wanted Luo outside to hear, savoring a tiny revenge.
Normally, this would be hardcore NTR — but Luo's case was different. Ye had never been his woman, no sex at all. As long as he got his thrill, it didn't matter.
And hearing Ye beg Zhao to take her cherry sent Luo's arousal higher than any previous abuse — almost to the level of his first time watching that video. His perpetually limp dick actually showed a faint stiffness.
That thrilled and excited him beyond belief.
Meanwhile, Zhao wrapped his arms around Ye's waist and rammed his cock into her pussy, which fluttered between anticipation and fear.
"Ah… uhn… pain—" Enhanced to nearly 8 inches long and about 2 inches thick when fully hard, Zhao was already at peak excitement after the videos from Lin Jingjing and Yan Qing, and now taking a classmate's virginity in these conditions cranked it even higher.
He was almost certain Ye really was a virgin. Dancers often don't have super-tight vaginas, and some even break their hymens through intense training, but Ye's body showed none of that.
The moment he entered, he heard a faint pop of pelvic expansion, and pain flooded her — blood followed.
Ye threw her head back, eyes wide, face draining from flushed to pale. Tears spilled from eyes she obeyed Zhao by keeping open.
That just made Zhao more excited.
Unlike Lin Jingjing — his first woman, no grudge, mutually beneficial arrangement — Ye had faked her purity for years and deeply hurt Zhao's feelings. His pleasure now had a sharp edge of revenge.
He paused only seconds before driving in hard again, burying his entire length, crown pressing into her uterus.
Ye screamed in pain, couldn't hold the single-leg stance, and collapsed against him, tears streaming, lips parting and closing as if to speak but no sound came — just frantic head-shaking, begging for a break.
Zhao cradled the leg that had been on the ground, lifting her, draping the other over his shoulder, keeping her legs spread near 180°, amplifying her pain.
Ye felt like her pelvis might split, everything below her waist numb except agony. For a moment, she wondered if she'd ever close her legs again.
Zhao held back — revenge was one thing, but he didn't want to kill her on the spot.
"Master Zhao, wait… let your slave rest… your cock's too big… I'm… I'm overwhelmed…" She wasn't really enjoying it, but her only thought was to please him, buy time.
After about a minute, her face regained some color, breathing steadied.
Zhao lifted her again and hammered into her.
With no strength left to hold position, he walked to a tree, pressed her back against the smooth trunk — no permanent marks that way.
The soul-searing pain was gone, but pleasure was still absent. She moaned on instinct, trying to sound sexy at first, but within minutes it devolved into helpless cries, tinged with sobs.
Outside, Luo listened to Ye's moans and Zhao's thrusts, experiencing an unprecedented rush.
For the first time, he felt his dick hard enough to press against his pants. Automatically, he reached down and started stroking.
To his shock and delight, it actually stiffened.
Not full hardness or impressive length, but in his 18 years, it was his first real erection. A surge of new impulse made him grip and stroke himself.
Back in the woods, neither Zhao nor Ye knew Luo was at a life-altering turning point. Ye, recovering some sensation, began instinctively meeting Zhao's thrusts — starved for insertion and orgasm for so long.
Soon, simple pumping wasn't enough. Conditions were too crude for fancy play. Zhao's eyes landed on the whip.
He set Ye down, pulled out, and just as she looked disappointed, ordered her to turn, brace against the tree, and stick her ass out.
Still riding the high of being fucked, Ye obeyed instantly.
Zhao grabbed the fallen whip and cracked it hard across her back.
"Ah— no!" Caught off guard, Ye's legs buckled and she dropped to her knees.
The whip wasn't a specialty SM-safe one — it required skill, and Zhao, lashing out in rage, left a raised welt that was already swelling, though skin hadn't broken.
"Get up!" Zhao realized he'd gone too far, but his boiling urge to punish her made it hard to stop.