Just as Ye Peiqi was starting to feel a flicker of pleasure, a hard whip crack knocked her straight from the gates of heaven back down to the eighteenth level of hell for another round of refining torment.
But she didn't dare disobey Zhao Xuan. She stood up, returned to the same position — hands braced against the tree trunk, ass sticking out — waiting to be fucked again.
Zhao didn't start whipping right away. Instead, he stepped behind her, slid his cock back inside, and began thrusting.
Expecting another strike, Ye tensed up — but Zhao's motions pulled her back into sensation, her pussy gradually secreting slick to lubricate, her body relaxing.
When Zhao heard her breathing shift from deep and slow to rapid, he knew the beauty beneath him was starting to enjoy the sex.
But since he'd come into this with a desire to torment, there was no way he'd let her get off that easy.
Just as Ye neared the edge of climax again, Zhao yanked out abruptly. The sudden emptiness in her pussy, invaded by cool air, made her freeze mid-moan, her voice shifting to one of anticipation and frustration.
Before she could beg for him to enter again, another whip lashed her ass.
This time, Zhao pulled his strength back a little. He realized his power was far beyond Luo Changhao's — even an "80%" strike earlier had been too much. Whoever designed the whip probably never imagined someone with Zhao's brute force using it like an amateur.
So this time, he used only about half his strength.
The system had made it clear: attribute points weren't linear. Zhao's 14 Strength wasn't just a little above Luo's 10 — it was more than double in effect. Half-strength from him still left a far clearer welt than Luo's mild red marks.
The pain Ye felt was worlds beyond what she was used to.
Again yanked from pleasure without warning, she clutched the tree trunk tightly, didn't collapse, but the sharp contrast and humiliation made her cry softly.
Normally, Zhao hated seeing women blubber, but Ye's tears only made him want to torment her more.
He laid her on the ground, ordered her to grip her knees, forming an M-spread with her legs, then pinned himself over her.
This position let him control depth and force precisely, and watch her expressions as he fucked her.
It took Ye longer this time to drift into that hazy, near-orgasmic state.
Again, right as she was about to peak, Zhao pulled out and picked up the whip.
This time, his target was between her legs.
He used even less force, leaving no obvious mark, but the leather striking the most tender part of her pussy sent a fiery sting that forced a scream past her control.
Luckily, they were hundreds of meters from the nearest villa, and Ye kept her voice from piercing the night — otherwise, someone (maybe even cops) might've come running.
Ye nearly lost her mind, rolling on the grass, hands clutching her pussy, moaning low.
Zhao watched her — body streaked with dirt and red welts, rolling and cradling herself — and felt an unprecedented rush of venting resentment.
With Lin Jingjing and Yan Qing, it had only ever been desire, no hatred.
But Ye — the girl he'd thought pure and kind — after her mask was ripped off, gave him only mild surprise, paired with intense fury and grudge.
Now tear-soaked and broken, Ye couldn't stay calm. She'd thought losing her virginity would be a brief moment, topped off by half an hour of sex. Scenes from porn flicks hadn't scared her — she figured it'd be like being bitten by a dog, over fast.
But Zhao's methods blew past her imagination — it wasn't just physical torment, it was humiliation mixed with pleasure and pain.
She couldn't take it anymore. Whatever the cost, she just wanted him to stop.
"Master Zhao, please spare your slave… my slutty pussy still needs to serve you. If you damage it, there'll be nothing left to play with." Once the pain eased slightly, Ye crawled on her knees to Zhao, kowtowed, and begged.
Zhao said nothing, just looked at the messy woman kneeling before him.
"I was wrong… I shouldn't have pretended to be pure… shouldn't have spread rumors to turn classmates against you… shouldn't have talked shit behind your back… shouldn't have used my fake image to gain trust and ruin your reputation… I should've shown my true whore self when we met… should've spread my legs for you anytime… should've become your slave… I know I was wrong, please forgive me…" Ye babbled, grasping for anything to make him stop.
Zhao hadn't expected her to admit so much. Remembering how her face had paled, and her body trembled when he'd earlier accused her of gossiping, apparently, his guess had hit many truths.
Time was limited; later, once she was fully his, he'd grill her on everything she'd secretly done these three years.
He'd also get to the bottom of why she harbored such a strong dislike, bordering on hatred, toward an ordinary student like him.
But that was for later. Right now, he needed to finish venting — it was past 11 PM, and staying away too long wasn't wise.
This time, Zhao skipped the games. He put Ye in a doggy position and entered from behind.
Her whipped, swollen labia were stretched wide, drawing another sharp breath.
Ye's pussy wasn't just tight — the shape was unusual, with a narrower section in the middle. Zhao's coronal ridge slid against that spot as he thrust, mixing the sensations of penetration and oral sex. The stimulation was intense. About twenty minutes in, Zhao came.
Ye, receiving her first real fucking, had already climaxed once before and now lay limp on the grass, panting, drenched in sweat, dirt, and grass.
At the exact moment Zhao orgasmed, Luo Changhao outside finally experienced ejaculation for the first time — hearing Ye's moans had made him fully hard, and in a burst of excitement, he'd given himself the first real hand-job of his life, finishing almost simultaneously with them.
When Luo re-entered the woods, Zhao was dressed, and Ye was slumped against a tree.
"Was she good?" Luo picked up his phone, rubbing his hands.
"Pretty good, just not obedient," Zhao said, glancing at Ye.
Truthfully, despite her small frame, her "treasure" gave him intense pleasure — but since he planned to take her fully from Luo, he didn't praise her too much.
Otherwise, even if Luo was impotent, he might cling to her and cause trouble.
Then Luo dropped a bombshell.
"Xuanzi, I gotta tell you — you cured me." Luo's face glowed with excitement.
Zhao wasn't thrilled to hear that.
"Seriously?" He found it hard to believe.
"100%. I got hard, and I came." Luo's expression was a bizarre mix of ecstatic and lecherous.
Before Zhao could respond, Luo kept going. "The doctor said a certain trigger might get me hard again, and after the first time, I'd gradually return to normal — I just never found the trigger. You… you're my, no, our Luo family's savior."
Zhao was floored.
He'd never imagined this plot twist. He was glad his friend had risen to the occasion, but mostly worried — he already saw Ye as half his woman; the idea of someone else still having a claim was gross.
"Anyway, since you took her virginity, if you want her, I'll hand over her secrets. She's yours from now on."
Zhao and Ye were both stunned.
"Didn't she always belong to you?" Zhao tried to keep his excitement hidden.
"I… I still want to follow you," Ye looked up and pleaded with Luo.
Luo had her trapped, but he was a rich kid — small change kept her afloat. Zhao was a broke student; if Zhao got dirt on her, she'd become a free sex slave.
Ye refused to accept that.
But Luo ignored her. "Before, I could only get off on heavy SM, and even that was weaker than today. Otherwise, with my money, what woman couldn't I get? I wouldn't waste time on one person. Since you took her first time, consider it thanks for fixing my problem."
"Oh, and I wanna ask — how'd you make her so obedient?" Zhao pulled Luo aside.
Ye didn't seem to enjoy pain or have an M streak — Luo must have solid blackmail to keep her in line.