Chapter 153

The hundred consecutive strokes on Mei Fu Suba’s server quickly concluded.

Under Liu Ruyan’s intervention, Xu Qingyao reluctantly withdrew her hand, still craving more.

No wonder my junior nephew enjoys painting on me so much—the feeling of wielding the brush isn’t bad at all!

Meanwhile, Ji Qianyue was already covered in colors, her body swaying weakly, trembling unconsciously.

Her beautiful, frosty face now burned with a feverish flush, and her eyes—which usually looked at others with disdain, as if they were trash—were now glazed over with delirium.

“No… no…”

Her red lips parted slightly, the words a clear refusal.

Yet her tone was inexplicably seductive, carrying a hint of reluctant invitation.

“It’s time to switch.” Liu Ruyan’s expression darkened as she spoke firmly.

What she wanted was punishment—to make this ill-mannered woman pay.

If Xu Qingyao continued like this, it would be less of a punishment and more of a reward.

As soon as she finished speaking, Zhou Qin eagerly stepped forward.

In her hands were two lit candles.

“My turn!” Zhou Qin was practically vibrating with excitement.

Though she couldn’t return the exact same treatment, making someone else suffer what she had endured was just as satisfying!

That feeling—ah, it was indescribably intense!

But due to the angle of the ropes, Ji Qianyue was suspended face-down, making it impossible to drip wax on her chest.

Zhou Qin glanced around before her gaze settled on the pair of crimson, jade-like buttocks.

The flickering flames melted the wax, droplets gathering until—

Plop!

The scorching wax landed squarely on Ji Qianyue’s rear, splattering in a small burst.

Her already-tormented skin burned even more fiercely, the sensation unbearable.

“Mm—?!!” Ji Qianyue’s eyes flew open, and she thrashed violently.

But her struggles only spread the wax further.

Drip.

Drip.

Drip.

Hiss!

Ah—!

Buzz…

Buzz…

Ji Qianyue wanted to curse, but Zhou Qin anticipated her—stuffing a small cloth gag into her mouth, sealing it shut.

“!!!”

Zhou Qin chuckled.

This was exactly what she had done to me.

Though this woman had only been at Qinglian Sect for half a month, her arrogant attitude had silently offended nearly everyone present—including Zhou Qin herself.

Otherwise, the Eldest Senior Brother wouldn’t have given them free rein to vent their anger.

Ji Qianyue struggled desperately, but aside from making her snow-white peaks tremble even more violently, it was useless.

Tears of humiliation streamed down her cheeks.

To be toyed with by a mere Nascent Soul junior—she wanted to die.

But that shameful pleasure soon surged through her again, unstoppable.

Gradually…

Three seconds.

Two seconds.

One second—

Drip!

Hiss!

The moment the wax splashed, Ji Qianyue’s eyes rolled back slightly, her body quivering.

T-This feeling—!

And then again—three, two, one—

Ah!

Ji Qianyue couldn’t help but lament inwardly.

She didn’t understand why her body had become so strange, but… this was so addicting!

The burning in her cheeks intensified, as if it would consume her entirely.

Yet when her blurred vision caught sight of the mocking smile on the candle-wielding girl’s lips, a sliver of clarity returned.

At that moment, Ji Qianyue was horrified by her own transformation.

H-How could she have become like this?

So… wanton. So shameless!

This wasn’t her!

She had to resist, to escape—Ah!

Before the thought could fully form, another drop landed on untouched skin.

“Mmmph—!!” Ji Qianyue drowned in pleasure once more, unable to break free.

Liu Ruyan watched as the once-arrogant woman rapidly descended into depravity and clicked her tongue.

“Elder Ji, the drug you refined is too effective.”

For a Void Refinement cultivator—someone who should have unshakable mental fortitude—to fall this fast?

“Just a small improvement.” Ji Zhiqing smiled sheepishly. “I merely enhanced the original formula with an aphrodisiac and amplified the victim’s sensations by tenfold.”

Then she added hesitantly, “Sect Master, since I have no grudge against her… can I skip the punishment?”

The surrounding women broke into cold sweats.

You’ve already punished her!

This is what you call “no grudge”?

Anyone would think you two were mortal enemies!

At this rate, this so-called “Upper Realm Dignitary” would be completely broken by the end.

Zhou Qin’s candles were ordinary, burning out quickly.

Once the flame neared her fingers, she pinched it out.

By now, Ji Qianyue’s rear was coated in a layer of wax, spread evenly like a pancake.

But this was far from the end—merely the beginning.

Duanmu Yao, in a foul mood, wanted something more exciting.

Hands on her hips, she browsed the wall of “display tools” before selecting a peculiar spiritual artifact.

A set of three interconnected clamps, with a weighted sphere dangling beneath.

After prolonged exposure to certain influences, Duanmu Yao was no longer the naive girl who once didn’t even recognize aphrodisiacs.

After a brief examination, she figured out its function. The moment she channeled spiritual energy into the sphere—

Buzz!

The heavy orb began vibrating violently.

Just as I thought!

Duanmu Yao withdrew her energy, but a wicked grin spread across her face as she stepped forward.

Under the tenfold sensory amplification, Ji Qianyue’s mind was no longer coherent. Even when the clamps latched onto her peaks and sensitive bud, she only let out muffled whimpers.

But then—

Buzz!

As Duanmu Yao activated the sphere again—

“AHHH—!!!”

A high-pitched moan echoed once more.

Devils!

A bunch of devils!

This was Ji Qianyue’s last coherent thought.

MEANWHILE…

Tsk, they really are getting more creative.

Watching the scene through the surveillance array, Ning Chen’s lips twitched.

But he had no intention of stopping them.

Karma’s a bitch.

Even if she’d eventually join his harem, he had no patience for spoiling newcomers at the expense of the old guard.

After a while, he turned away from the screen, focusing instead on the human-shaped swing before him.

Ji Yunjin’s brows were tightly furrowed, her eyes shut.

Compared to Ji Qianyue, a Void Refinement cultivator, her resistance was much weaker.

Even after being fully impaled, she only let out faint murmurs with each swing.

Her ample peaks, already impressive, were further accentuated by the rough ropes, their friction leaving red marks on her delicate skin.

Though petite, her proportions were flawless—slender yet curvaceous legs, not too thin nor too plump, with just the right taper.

Her bound calves pressed tightly together, and even when arched, her smooth thighs showed no excess fat, remaining firm and elastic.

A dainty bow tied around her ankles made her seem like a wrapped gift.

Her feet were delicate, barely half the size of Ning Chen’s palm, with shallow creases, high arches, and slender yet plump toes—pink like fine jade.

But Ning Chen wasn’t willing to wait any longer.

The automatic grinding inside the pavilion made it clear—Ji Yunjin was gradually adapting to his presence.

So, he increased the pendulum’s swing and speed.

With a forceful thrust—

Pop!

A loud, wet sound echoed as the rings disengaged.

Ji Yunjin’s body swung forward, reaching its peak before returning—

Thud!

The rocket reconnected with its launchpad.

“Ah—!” This time, her cry was much louder, her brows relaxing briefly before tensing again.

Whether from pleasure or pain, it was unclear—but it gave Ning Chen hope of waking her.

As he intensified his efforts, her responses grew more eager.

Her swaying peaks brushed teasingly against his lips with each movement.

Her soft moans grew increasingly erratic, her face burning red, sweat beading on her forehead—a picture of desperate restraint.

Ning Chen knew the drugs in her system were to blame.

Had he not seen the live feed earlier, he wouldn’t have known Ji Zhiqing had added so many enhancements.

The situation was critical.

Not only do I need to wake her up, but I also have to help her release the pent-up stimulation.

He sighed.

Life and death are at stake—no room for mistakes.

Worried that overclocking might misalign the tracks, he manually adjusted them.

Faster.

Harder.

Gradually, the rhythm spiraled toward an inevitable crescendo.

Bang!

Finally, after countless thrusts, Ji Yunjin’s body suddenly stiffened, her form twisting like a musical note reaching its climax.

Splash!

Even with Ning Chen sealing the path, the built-up pressure erupted like a supercharged water gun, spraying several meters—drenching not just him but even his outstretched legs and toes.

“…”

Small body, impressive output.

“Mmm…” Ji Yunjin’s lips parted, her breathing ragged, her chest heaving in mesmerizing waves.

Ning Chen took in the sight, committing every detail to memory.

Ji Yunjin felt as if she had drifted into a dream from her childhood.

She needed to pee, but there was no suitable place around. The more she held it in, the more unbearable it became—until she couldn’t take it anymore. Seeing no one nearby, she simply squatted down and relieved herself right there on the spot.

Bliss!

After reaching that peak of relief, Ji Yunjin finally stirred awake amidst the lingering waves of euphoria. Her long, dense lashes fluttered slightly, revealing tea-colored eyes glistening with moisture, their depths tinged with a soft pink.

Ning Chen, unable to stop himself in time due to momentum, kept pushing her forward.

Their faces nearly overlapped.

Eyes locked.

And then, momentum struck again.

Splash!

Precise and elegant.

A perfect bullseye!

Splurt!

Remaining droplets scattered everywhere!

“Aaaaahhhh!”