“Smack… smack… smack… smack smack…” Before Xiao Shaowan could recover from the stinging pain in her ass, Yang Haoran’s palm came down on her snow-white upturned buttocks like a shower of raindrops. Waves rippled across her flesh with each strike, red handprints blooming vividly against her pale skin in stark contrast.
“Mmm~~ mmm~~ mmph~~ hmph~~” Xiao Shaowan clenched her teeth, her face paling and twisting in agony. Muffled grunts escaped her lips as waves of intense pain surged from her buttocks straight to her brain. Her hands gripped the railing tighter, her delicate body trembling uncontrollably.
The young girl’s tender rear endured this brutal punishment, her delicate flower suffering cruel torment.
And yet, this was what she had asked for. Regret now welled up inside her, but it was too late—she could only endure it in silence.
When the barrage of slaps finally ceased, Xiao Shaowan’s buttocks were a uniform fiery red. Her plump, perky rear was covered in scattered crimson handprints, dense as a spider’s web across her beautiful curves.
Yang Haoran’s palms were numb from the effort—he must have delivered at least several dozen hard smacks. He had spanked her with relish, utterly addicted to the elastic bounce and silky texture of her ass. The more he hit it, the more he craved it.
The sheer thrill of dominating a woman like this satisfied his sadistic urges, filling him with dark pleasure.
“Wan Nu, does it feel good when Master spanks you? Is this slutty ass of yours satisfied yet?” Yang Haoran stroked her glowing red cheeks, admiring his handiwork as he drawled lazily.
“Mmm… Wan… Wan Nu… is… satisfied.” Xiao Shaowan’s ass burned like fire, making her voice quiver and her body shudder. Tears glistened in her bright eyes.
“Good, as long as you’re satisfied. Master enjoyed spanking you too—this ass of yours has such perfect bounce… haha…” High on the rush, Yang Haoran teased her playfully.
All those guys at school who worshipped Xiao Shaowan as a goddess would drop dead before imagining her like this—ass up, begging him to spank her.
Faced with his teasing, Xiao Shaowan felt a surge of grievance. The fiery pain in her buttocks didn’t fade just because he’d stopped; even she, who prided herself on her resilience, couldn’t hold back the tears welling in her eyes. They spilled over, tracing slow paths down her pale cheeks.
In that moment, she looked utterly fragile, her exquisite face streaked with tears in a heartbreakingly pitiful expression. But Yang Haoran felt no pity for his plaything.
After all, this was what she had asked for. He felt perfectly justified in savoring the pleasure of abusing her ass.
Noticing how her trembling body was starting to ruin her posture—her upturned rear dipping lower—Yang Haoran’s face darkened. He growled harshly, “Stand straight! Ass up—hold the position!”
Dissatisfied, he delivered another heavy smack to her full, round, now crimson buttocks.
“Ah!”
Caught off guard, Xiao Shaowan yelped in pain as his palm struck her already throbbing ass. Her body went limp, on the verge of collapsing to the ground.
Luckily, Yang Haoran was quick. He caught her and steadied her, gazing at the former class goddess. Her beautiful face was a mess of tears, so pitiful it stirred a rare pang of regret in him.
All things considered, Xiao Shaowan was his personal pet. Ruining her would be a loss for him—and pretty girls with bodies like hers weren’t easy to come by, especially one he’d invested so much time and effort training.
“Stop crying. Here, let me hold you while you rest a bit.” Yang Haoran wiped the tears from her face, his tone uncharacteristically gentle.
The floor was filthy; he couldn’t bear to let such a stunning, sexy girl lie naked on it.
As he dried her tears with gentle strokes, the simple act soothed some of the hurt in her heart.
About five minutes later.
“Come on… grip the railing.” After letting Xiao Shaowan rest briefly, Yang Haoran ordered her back into position. “Mm, you don’t need to stick your ass out quite so high this time—lower it a bit. Yeah, like that. Spread your legs a little more. Master is about to pop your cherry.”
She was half a head taller than him, with those long, straight legs; he needed the angle to reach properly from his hips.
Xiao Shaowan’s pale arms gripped the railing again, obeying his commands. She lowered her raised rear slightly and spread her legs wider.
Her brows furrowed tightly. The rest had dulled the pain somewhat, but a lingering ache still creased her forehead. Biting her lip, she held the inviting posture, knowing full well that Yang Haoran wouldn’t let her go until he’d taken her virginity today.
Yang Haoran gripped his erect cock, already throbbing eagerly, and guided it toward Xiao Shaowan’s plump, pale labia. First, he rubbed the head lightly against her slick folds, letting her juices coat it for lubrication.
One hand steadied his shaft, the other braced her hip as he said, “Wan Nu, are you ready?”
“Mm!” Xiao Shaowan let out a soft hum, clenching her teeth in anticipation of the pain of losing her innocence.
Yang Haoran took a deep breath, then thrust his hips forward, driving into the girl’s tender pussy.
The bulbous head charged ahead, forcing its way between her delicate lips. It shoved them aside roughly, plunging into the tight entrance with unstoppable force, advancing deeper with every inch.
So narrow. Her virgin pussy welcomed its master at last. Layers of warm, wet flesh clamped down fiercely on the invading glans. The soft walls writhed, desperately resisting the intruder, but the brutal head tore through each barrier, carving a path like a tunnel into the depths.
A thin membrane shattered in an instant beneath the glans. Traces of blood oozed out, staining its surface. The immense force propelled it onward until the soft core of her flower slowed it, finally bringing it to a halt deep inside.
Yang Haoran sucked in a sharp breath of pleasure. So tight—unbelievably tight. A true virgin pussy.
He could feel her inner folds and walls forming tight rings that squeezed his cock from every direction.
The warm, slick channel massaged him like a velvet glove, writhing and clinging relentlessly.
Strands of blood, like the first petals of a blooming plum flower, seeped from Xiao Shaowan’s pussy, a testament to her lost purity staining her violator.
“Mmph!”
Xiao Shaowan let out a pained grunt, her flawless features twisting. Her face drained of color in an instant. The searing agony of deflowering blanked her mind, the pain radiating from her core through her limbs and across her body.
Her naked, snow-white form shuddered violently. Her pale hands clenched the railing so hard that veins bulged on the backs of her slender hands.
