I Bind with NP System After Being Abandoned by the 1V1 System - Chapter 35

She was wearing jeans, which weren’t very stretchy and hard to take off. Kneeling behind her on one knee, he put his hands around her waist and went towards her lower abdomen to unfasten the button.

He held the whip in his hand, and the feathered tip kept rubbing against her chest because of his movements, causing her to breathe heavily and instinctively backing into his embrace.

“Don’t move,” he warned coldly, a tone that sent a shiver down her spine and made her freeze in place.

The sound of the zipper being pulled down was particularly sharp and ominous. Before she could react, her jeans were yanked down.

Her white underwear contrasted sharply against her soft skin.

He only pulled them down to her thighs before standing up, looking down at her as she knelt on the ground. Gripping the handle of the whip with his right hand, he swung it down hard on her a🔥s.

The first strike was delivered with as much force as he could muster within reason, intended only to make her feel pain.

She cried out, her legs weakening as she nearly collapsed. At this moment, she heard the sharp sound of the whip swinging quickly in the air. The sting of the whip’s strike was sharp, leaving her bottom both aching and tingling as if she had been hit by a cramp. The feather’s teasing sensation amplified the discomfort, making her squirm in agony.

“Master, please… it hurts too much,” she whimpered and begged for mercy, trying to nuzzle his leg with her shoulder.

“Count. Fifty strokes.”

She was responded with a cold tone and number. His cold voice offered no room for argument, and the second strike landed on the other side of her backside.

“One…”

“Two…”

“Ah… Three…”

The whip alternated between each cheek, each strike landing with precision. Her arms trembled, but he didn’t waver, ensuring every lash hit its intended mark.

The consistent placement made the pain unbearable.

The teasing itchiness persisted, causing her to become increasingly wet, and by the time the count reached fifty, her underwear was completely soaked.

By the time she finished counting to fifty, she had collapsed to the floor, her legs trembling from the pain.

In the darkness, she heard his footsteps moving away, only to return shortly after.

Shen Yi sat down, pulling her into his lap as if she were a child, cradling her head in the crook of his arm.

Gently taking her sweaty hand in his, he guided it to feel a new tool, letting her understand its purpose.

“Jiang Zhi, this is a ruler, used to punish disobedient students.”

He placed a tender kiss on her forehead, and in her moment of disorientation, he unlocked one of her handcuffs.

But it wasn’t to grant her half of her freedom—it was to introduce more pain.

“Thirty strokes. Remember to count.”

This time, it was her wrist that felt the sting. The skin there was thin, and the nerves sensitive. Even with just a little force, the pain was unbearable, and she cried out, counting while pleading for mercy.

By the time he finished, her hand felt like it wasn’t her own anymore, even her fingers were aching.

She looked pitiful, curled up in his arms, sweat sticking strands of hair to her face as she sobbed uncontrollably.

“Just endure a bit longer, this is the last one.”

Without a trace of mercy, he brought out the final tool for the night—a candle.

The neck was too delicate to scar, so this was the safest option.

Lighting it, the small yellow flame flickered, and soon the wax began to melt.

Tilting the candle slightly, the first drop of wax fell onto her collarbone.

“Mm…”

It hurt, but not as much as before. After the initial burn, her skin felt a lingering warmth, and to her surprise, it wasn’t entirely unpleasant.

“Master… I… I won’t do it anymore.”

Another drop fell, this time more accurately landing on her neck.

Uninterested in the middle, he roughly tore open her collar, exposing her entire neck.

Drop after drop fell, and when she unknowingly jerked from the pain, he nearly lost his grip on the candle, causing one drop to land on her n🔥pple.

“Ah… ha… my n🔥pple… Master, my n🔥pple hurts!”

His gaze sharpened, and he placed the candle down, carefully examining the small pink peak.

The pressure of his palm added to the mix of sensations she was experiencing, causing her to squirm in his lap. “Master, please… it really hurts…”

“Does it hurt?” Shen Yi sneered, explaining to her, “So, have you felt the pain of death? Slitting your wrists, hanging, cutting your throat, jumping from a height—each one is infinitely more painful than what I’ve just done to you. Do you still want to die?”

“No, no!”

A casual remark had resulted in such severe punishment—how could she dare to say anything else?

“I’ll never talk about dying again. Master, don’t be angry, it’s all my fault.”

From the beginning, her tearful pleas and whining had tugged at his heart. The blindfold was almost soaked with her tears.

He laid her down on the floor and removed all her restraints, including the blindfold. Then, he leaned down and took the injured n🔥pple into his mouth, soothing it with his warm, wet tongue.

“Don’t…”

Already heated and sensitive, the moment he sucked it, her arousal surged, and she involuntarily squeezed her legs together, her little p🔥ssy had become wet needing to be filled urgently.

“Master, could you… could you eat something else too… please?”

“P🔥ssy… my p🔥ssy is so itchy…”

He opened his eyes and asked in a hoarse voice, “Does it still hurt?”

“It hurts… but it itches too…”

His c🔥ck hurt too—it was so hard it ached. Everything that had happened so far had excited him, but the thought of three other men in her life made him hesitate.

“Are those other three men not enough to satisfy you? Coming to me, begging like a desperate bi🔥ch, Jiang Zhi, you’re too sl🔥tty.”

“Zhizhi likes Master, and my p🔥ssy also likes Master’s c🔥ck. Please, Master, don’t abandon me, okay?”

Enduring the pain, she climbed up and knelt in front of him, embracing him.

There was a mix of truth and deception in her words, but seeing the suppressed desire and resentment in his eyes, she genuinely wanted to comfort him.

So, she couldn’t resist. Under her repeated dirty talk and wandering hands, he finally gave in. Pressing her against the floor, he pulled his c🔥ck free, lifted her legs, and without even bothering to fully remove her jeans or panties, he shoved his c🔥ck into her p🔥ssy.

“F🔥ck,” he growled, feeling her p🔥ssy tighten all around him, making him want to come right then and there.

“Ah… ah… it’s so thick… Master… Master, you’re going too deep… I can’t take it…”

She had nothing to hold onto, so she reached out to grasp his hands that were gripping her thighs. The penetration felt too good, she needed him to move, needed him to f🔥ck her hard.

“Master… Master… my p🔥ssy loves being f🔥cked by Master’s c🔥ck…”

He started moving, but his resentment lingered. The thought of this alluring woman, with such a tight p🔥ssy, having been with three other men made him want to f🔥ck her to death and have her belong only to him.

In a twisted and intense s🔥x, Jiang Zhi was pushed to the brink of pain and pleasure at the same time, eventually passing out. In the end, she fainted and didn’t even know when he ej🔥culated. Until she woke up on the bed after another org🔥sm, she felt two fingers storoking the walls of her p🔥ssy.