Where is the righteous fairy we were promised?

Current touch count: 15 times.

[Current probability of falling: 54.5% (50% + 4.5%).]

Almost just for a moment.

Yang Wanyin's increasingly sensitive body made it even harder for her to endure.

In addition, there's the character immersion index, which is more than ten times higher.

For a fleeting moment, Yang Wanyin really wanted to give up!

In particular, Jiang Ning walked up to her again, hooked her pointed, white chin, and forced her to look up and meet his gaze.

Then, under Yang Wanyin's barely suppressed fear, he sneered:

"What a pity, I've caught Fairy Yang again."

So, is Fairy Yang ready?

"I'm going to punish you myself!"

Upon hearing this, Yang Wanyin's pupils dilated sharply, and her delicate body trembled.

She couldn't help but recall the torment of having her skirt lifted, removing the last barrier, and being slapped repeatedly.

Looking at Jiang Ning's cold, indifferent eyes, devoid of any warmth.

Yang Wanyin felt that she had never been so afraid of him before.

The next moment, Jiang Ning suddenly grabbed her increasingly disheveled hair and pulled her close.

His actions were extremely rough, showing absolutely no mercy or tenderness towards the woman.

Yang Wanyin was forcibly pressed onto Jiang Ning's lap.

She watched helplessly as Jiang Ning removed the final obstacle and raised his large hand high.

Then, it fell down forcefully.

"No--"

187 - Crying? Crying counts as time too!

In the dim night.

Yang Wanyin lay sprawled on the ground, her clothes disheveled.

Those long, beautiful legs were encased in ultra-thin stockings that had been torn in several places.

At this moment, it spreads out to both sides, assuming a duck-sitting posture.

But the strange sensations emanating from beneath her skirt constantly assaulted Yang Wanyin's mind.

The more than ten "punishments" left Yang Wanyin with a deep sense of humiliation, filling the last vestiges of her rationality with their intensity.

Jiang Ning's ruthless methods were like sharp blades.

It pierced her already fragile self-esteem, leaving one hole after another.

Even so, Yang Wanyin still dared not look up.

Because Jiang Ning was standing right in front of her, looking down at her from above.

The way the female slave was looked at deeply pierced Yang Wanyin's proud heart.

Yang Wanyin felt as if she were nothing more than an insignificant pet in his eyes.

Her stubbornness, her pride, her persistence...

In Jiangning, none of that matters!

Yang Wanyin suddenly felt very tired.

very tired.

She fought desperately against the mission's penalties, retaining only a sliver of her sanity.

So that he won't be reduced to a plaything that only knows how to scream in terror at Jiang Ning because of too many mission punishments.

But now, Yang Wanyin regrets that she still has some sense.

Because from beginning to end, she could clearly feel...

She felt powerless to change the current situation.

She was powerless to resist Jiang Ning's humiliation.

She could not tolerate excessive punishment.

Whenever Jiang Ning's large hand landed, Yang Wanyin would involuntarily feel comfortable.

Yes, this is what Yang Wanyin finds most unacceptable.

She clearly loathed him, rejected him, and resented him so much...

But when the blow landed on her body, Yang Wanyin's body somehow felt something.

She clearly didn't want this.

She really didn't want it to be like this.

But her body wouldn't listen to her at all.

She even inexplicably cooperated with Jiang Ning.

After the "punishment" was over, Yang Wanyin regained her remaining rationality.

The unparalleled humiliation almost made Yang Wanyin gasp for breath.

However, before Yang Wanyin could suppress the various negative emotions welling up inside her...

Jiang Ning, who was standing in front of her, suddenly leaned down and roughly hooked her pointed chin.

When Yang Wanyin met those cold, icy eyes, her delicate body trembled uncontrollably.

He spoke in a voice that, to Yang Wanyin's ears, was almost devoid of emotion, coldly saying:

"Fairy Yang, your rest time is over."

Looking at Jiang Ning's face, half-lit and half-shadowed by the pale moonlight.

Yang Wanyin, who was already struggling to maintain her composure, was now overwhelmed by intense fear.

At this moment, Yang Wanyin, who was constantly bombarded by various negative emotions, finally couldn't hold on any longer.

Her eyes reddened, and glistening tears welled up in her beautiful eyes, which were filled with fear and grievance.

Gradually, her tears, like pearls from a broken string, silently slid down her cheeks to the ground.

Those furrowed brows seemed to be telling of unspeakable pain.

It makes one want to hold her tightly in their arms and cherish her until the end of the world.

But Jiang Ning would not comfort her at this time.

Instead, he just watched Yang Wanyin cry, feeling wronged.

She wept silently, like a soft murmur in the evening breeze.

The poignant beauty of a woman sobbing was vividly displayed on her delicate and pitiful face.

As Yang Wanyin looked at Jiang Ning's expressionless face, her thoughts drifted away.

Yang Wanyin has rarely cried since she was a child.

But whenever she was sad and crying, Chu Xinyue would always appear in front of her.

Then, with a pained expression, he wiped away her tears.

I tried to come up with all sorts of ways to make her happy.

But here, her sister Xinyue isn't...

Only Jiang Ning was like a demon.

"Still crying?"

"Crying counts as time too!"

"Aren't you going to run?!"

Yang Wanyin trembled with fright.

Under Jiang Ning's threatening gesture, Yang Wanyin hurriedly stood up.

"Snapped!"

A clear and sweet voice sounded.

Yang Wanyin's pretty face flushed, and she tightly covered her cherry lips, trying her best to suppress the sound in her throat.

Then he immediately started running forward, his long legs moving unsteadily.

"Da da da……"

The sound of hurried yet light footsteps echoed once again in the streets and alleys.

Jiang Ning looked at Yang Wanyin, whose running posture was particularly awkward due to her heightened sensitivity, yet possessed a certain alluring quality, and thought to himself:

"Yang Wanyin, you must hate me a lot, right?"

"Just hate me!"

"I'm waiting for your negative favorability rating..."

"Rising to its limit!"

……

five minutes later.

Jiang Ning caught Yang Wanyin once again.

Then he subjected her to a brutal beating in the most humiliating way.

The crisp sound of palms striking flesh.