The whip, limp a moment ago, instantly snapped straight, as if it had come alive, letting out a faint hum in the air.
A wicked smile curled Lin Xuan's lips. Without further hesitation, he sharply flicked his wrist.
"Crack!"
A crisp, resounding crack suddenly exploded through the secret chamber.
The black whip flashed like a spirit serpent darting from its lair, carrying a howling gust as it struck Dao Baifeng's full, perky left breast with unerring precision!
"Ah—!"
Caught completely off guard, Dao Baifeng let out a sharp, sultry cry of pain.
In that instant, scorching pain surged through her entire body. The whip had struck her tender breast viciously, and a vivid red welt immediately rose against the snowy skin, startlingly conspicuous.
Yet before the fierce pain had fully faded, a strange current of heat rapidly seeped in through the wound.
It was the true qi Lin Xuan had imbued into the whip!
Like countless ants burrowing through her flesh, that qi brought a tingling, numb sensation—an itch that seemed to reach into her very bones.
Pain! It truly hurt!
But... amid the pain, the exhilaration of feeling as though her body had been torn apart and pierced through made every pore on her body flare open at that very moment.
"Mmm... ah..."
What should have been a cry of agony changed pitch by the end, turning into a trembling, seductive moan that could make any man's bones go weak.
Dao Baifeng's body abruptly arched backward. Had she not steadied herself in time, she would nearly have collapsed to the floor.
She opened her eyes, wanting to protest, only to find the world before her blurred and hazy.
What... what a strange feeling... she thought in alarm. Is this really being whipped? Why is being hit so... so stimulating?