He then fastened his belt around Wang Fei's neck.
The other end he held in his hand.
"Right, this makes you look more like a dog."
Su Fan smiled and yanked the rope harshly.
It choked Wang Fei so badly that she could hardly breathe, forcing her to follow.
It was too humiliating.
At that moment, Wang Fei wished she could find a crack to crawl into, praying that no one would come out.
Finally, she agonizingly crawled to Li Jian's doorstep.
Her knees were badly swollen and some areas were scraped raw. She tried to stand up, but Su Fan stopped her.
"Did I tell you to get up?"
"Ignoring the master's words, you should be punished."
Su Fan swung the leather belt in his hand and harshly whipped it across Wang Fei's back.
A crisp sound echoed through the cold night, and a blood mark immediately appeared on her back.
Wang Fei gritted her teeth in pain, almost crying out, and hurriedly covered her mouth.
If she woke up the surrounding residents and someone recorded it and posted it online, her only option would be suicide.
She lay on the ground, daring not to move.
"See, this is a well-behaved little dog."
Su Fan played with his waist, gently touched Wang Fei's head, and his expression somewhat softened with pity.
"Sister Fei, I feel really guilty treating you . Perhaps we should stop?"
This time, Wang Fei refused.
After having crawled so far and suffered such humiliation, to give up now would mean all her suffering was for nothing.
"Keep going, I can endure it. I know you're doing this for my good, and whatever you do, I won't blame you."
"Well, if you insist so much, I'll indulge you."
Saying this, Su Fan pulled down his own trousers.
Wang Fei felt like collapsing.
She could accept being outdoors, but this wasn't exactly the wilderness.
Several nearby houses still had their lights on.
This could easily become a live broadcast.
Su Fan raised the belt in his hand and gave Wang Fei another fierce strike.
At that moment, Wang Fei was kneeling on the ground, arching her back; naturally, the belt struck the front of her chest.
Her majestic, pale bosom turned red from the blow, causing tears to stream down Wang Fei's face.
Su Fan said nothing, merely thrusting his hips.
Wang Fei, experienced as she was, leaned forward knowingly
and began her service.
The little snake gently licked, then swallowed, repeating the sequence.
Su Fan pointed to the Mercedes-Benz Wang Fei had driven over.
"Go, lean on the front hood."
Wang Fei's heart raced, and she felt like dying.
If only she had known, she wouldn't have taken such a huge risk.
But, things had gone too far, and she didn't want her efforts to be wasted.
She then faithfully followed Su Fan's command, obediently leaning on the car's hood.
Hands on the sides, her buttocks raised high.
This pose held immense allure for a man.
Wang Fei had deceived Su Fan, causing him to reconsider his opinions about her, but one had to admit, Wang Fei's figure was top-notch, the dream of many men, especially because there was an indescribable charm innate to her veins.
Top-level mature woman.
But now, Su Fan only wanted to show Wang Fei a lesson.
He walked over, grabbed Wang Fei by her long hair and pressed down on her waist.
Wang Fei's delicate area was dry, because for her, everything thus far had been torture.
Devoid of any lubrication, Su Fan's dragon forced its way in directly.
And it penetrated deep, reaching the core with one thrust.
Wang Fei, in excruciating pain, arched her back, clenched her teeth, and widened her eyes.
Before she could catch her breath, another assault came rushing in.