In the dimly lit secret chamber, the sound of a whip cracked through the air, mingling with faint, kitten-like whimpers that sparked vivid imaginations.
The gentle and refined-looking maid held a long, coarse black leather whip, striking forcefully again and again at another helpless girl.
One after another, shocking red welts were branded onto the well-developed, ample hips.
The girl, her hands suspended high above, was drenched in sweat, her gaze vacant.
She tried to dodge the maid’s lashes using her slender, fair legs, but it was a futile struggle—only exhausting her without any effect.
Except for Zhang Qingyao, the others had long been dismissed by Zhang Yuge; now, only the three of them remained inside the secret chamber.
After all, the pawnshop outside was a proper establishment—it needed people to maintain appearances.
Zhang Yuge sat leisurely in the only armchair within the chamber, enjoying the unparalleled peach-colored scene before him.
At first, Zhang Qingyao was reluctant, but when she saw Li Yuluo’s twitching reactions, she inexplicably felt a surge of satisfaction.
With every lash, Li Yuluo’s entire body shuddered from bottom to top—truly entertaining.
The only downside was her aching hands.
As the saying goes,
“A leopard can’t change its spots.”
Zhang Qingyao, who had been keen on tormenting the household slaves in her past life, remained the same arrogant and tyrannical young mistress despite her new appearance.
She had only behaved for a while because Zhang Yuge was firmly holding her down.
Having taught herself well, Zhang Qingyao had already transformed into an Interrogator of Hell, whipping with increasing enthusiasm.
She had no idea what method Zhang Yuge had used to turn herself, Ye Xichen, and now Li Yuluo all into girls.
Just last night, she stood beside Zhang Yuge the entire time but still couldn’t figure out his means.
Zhang Qingyao couldn’t see Zhang Yuge’s system—only saw him freeze in place briefly, then Li Yuluo’s form immediately changed.
One strike, two strikes, Zhang Qingyao swung the whip vigorously, the figure before her blurring until it transformed into Zhang Yuge.
“Zhang Yuge, I’ll whip you to death! Die, die, die!”
After more than a dozen rapid lashes, suddenly her hand was grabbed.
“That’s enough, enough, stop.”
Turning around, Zhang Yuge had somehow come up behind her and snatched the whip from her hand.
Without the whip, Zhang Qingyao finally realized her arm was aching painfully, barely able to lift it.
A small puddle of water had formed on the ground, a thin stream flowing from Li Yuluo’s inner thighs, like two clear tears.
If her hands hadn’t still been suspended, she would probably have collapsed.
Seeing the girl’s miserable state, Zhang Yuge gasped inwardly.
Wow, that was way too harsh.
Naturally, Zhang Yuge took this opportunity to lecture.
“That was just a small warning. Mind your attitude when speaking to this young master in the future. Or you won’t like the consequences.”
However, Li Yuluo was already unconscious and disoriented, completely unable to communicate properly.
Zhang Yuge sighed, untied the ropes binding the girl’s hands, and lowered her to the ground.
Sweat had dampened the girl’s hair, sticking messily to her beautiful face, evoking pity.
He had intended to untie all the ropes on her, but they were too many and complicated; drenched in sweat, Zhang Yuge simply cut them off with a knife.
Red marks covered the girl’s body; Zhang Yuge gently traced the patterns with his fingers, feeling the outlines.
“Xiao Yao.”
“Yes, Young Master?”
“Take her to bathe.”
“…But she’s passed out.”
“So you help her bathe.”
“Huh?”
Zhang Qingyao glanced at Li Yuluo lying on the floor, noticed the thin stream flowing from her inner thigh, and gave a look of disdain.
“Don’t want to?”
Zhang Yuge teased,
“Or have you completely lost interest in other women since getting attached to my Second Brother?”
“Y-you, what nonsense! How could I lose interest in women?!”
The provocation worked as expected.
Zhang Qingyao immediately dragged the girl up.
“Fine, I’ll wash her. Not only that, I’m going to fondle her all over!”
Supporting the unconscious girl, she left but didn’t forget to throw a parting taunt over her shoulder:
“Hmph, you won’t enjoy any of this—just envy and resent me.”
Zhang Yuge only smiled silently.
“Even her provocations have become cuter after changing skins.”
Zhang Qingyao carried the unconscious Li Yuluo to her own room, then ordered two servants to heat water and fill a large Bucket.
She tested the water with her finger, and once it was not so hot, gently placed the Sleeping Beauty into the Bucket.
Immersed in the hot water, the red rope marks on Li Yuluo’s body turned even more vivid and obvious—quite stunning, making it hard for Zhang Qingyao to look away.
But she soon realized something was wrong and shook her head sharply.
What am I thinking?
This guy was still a man yesterday; how could I have any improper thoughts about her?
But then she recalled Zhang Yuge’s earlier taunts.
No, no, no—I like real women, not this fake in a new skin!
I’m not some pervert like Zhang Yuge who knows she used to be a man but still does all sorts of excessive things.
Forget it, don’t overthink it. Just help her wash.
The wooden Bucket was quite tall.
To wash Li Yuluo’s body, Zhang Qingyao had to stand on a Small Ladder.
Moreover, because Li Yuluo was unconscious and couldn’t stand, she could only sit on the edge of the Bucket.
Zhang Qingyao had to arch her back to barely reach Li Yuluo’s shoulders.
“This is so exhausting.”
After helping wash just a couple of times, Zhang Qingyao’s waist ached unbearably.
She sighed inwardly.
When she was served by maids for bathing, she just soaked in the tub, and the maid could reach her easily.
Why was it so troublesome when she had to wash someone else?
Damn, I need to find a more convenient method.
Looking down from above, she could clearly see the two raised mounds on Li Yuluo, the rope marks still not faded.
Zhang Qingyao swallowed hard.
After a while, she began undressing.
Until she was completely naked, she slowly climbed the ladder and stepped into the water.
“Well, if I’m going to wash this guy, there’s no other way.”
Though she said this, she still brushed her body against the unconscious girl’s snow-white skin.
Soon, she directly grabbed those two mounds with her hands, rubbing her own fair, flawless legs against Li Yuluo’s.
The steam rising from the hot water made the scene hazy, exquisitely sensual.
Even without tools, Zhang Qingyao stroked with her fingers, and her own two white “buns” also actively grazed Li Yuluo’s jade body.
Before long, she involuntarily let out a soft moan.
She stuck out her small tongue, intending to nibble on the pink blush on Li Yuluo.
Suddenly, a teasing voice sounded from above.
“Oh? Getting that excited, huh?”
Looking up, she saw the man above wearing a devil-may-care grin, and Zhang Qingyao’s face immediately went pale.
“Xiao Yao seems to be having a lot of fun. Can I join in?”
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