Chapter 7: Humiliating the Second Miss

Rip!

With a harsh tearing sound, Xiao Yi grabbed the side seam of the high-waisted fishtail dress and ripped it open. The stitching burst thread by thread, tearing all the way up to her waist before he stopped. Then he reached out and yanked her white thong down to her thighs.

In an instant, the Qin family's second miss, who had just moments ago been impeccably made up and radiating an air of authority, seemed to tumble straight out of the clouds. She looked utterly disheveled, yet perversely alluring.

Her coffee-brown shawl-length waves, so classically the mark of a wealthy young lady, were now scattered messily over her shoulders, swaying faintly with every movement. That pretty, cold, and haughty face was already streaked with tears, and there was no trace left of her usual superiority, only a helplessness that was impossible to put into words.

The burgundy knit sweater hung loosely off her shoulders. Freed from the tight compression that had once held them in, the soft white flesh of her breasts was faintly visible spilling from the side, adding another layer of enticing ambiguity to the chaos.

And below, that high-waisted fishtail skirt had long since been torn apart, leaving her perfectly wrapped hips completely exposed. Her round, full ass was raised high, a dark line peeking through the deep crease between her cheeks. Across the snowy, delicate flesh of her butt, vivid red marks stood out sharply, creating a striking contrast against her fair skin.

Following the tempting curve of her hips downward, her long legs were drawn up on the bed in a kneeling posture, sexy beyond words. Wrapped in black stockings, they glistened with a slick, obscene sheen. The seven-centimeter heels on her feet still hadn't come off, making her already long legs look even straighter, while her plump little ass arched even higher.

At this moment, Qin Jintong looked like a work of art that had been violently ruined, pitiful and yet all the more moving.

Xiao Yi watched the peachlike curve of that jade-white ass sway lightly in front of him. Her long black-stockinged legs were pressed tightly together, and in the deep groove between her cheeks he could see a moist pink slit, with a few crystal drops glistening at its entrance.

Xiao Yi's gaze sharpened.

She was already leaking?

His eyes slid upward to the glaring red marks on her ass, and a suspicion formed in his mind. Still not entirely sure, he raised his hand and slapped that pitiful peach-shaped ass again.

"Ah!"

Qin Jintong cried out in pain, and then her voice came out full of grievance mixed with anger. "You... didn't you say you wouldn't hit me?"

Xiao Yi ignored her. Greedily watching the white flesh of her ass tremble from the pain, the rippling shivers traveling through it, he felt his breathing quicken at once. Without answering, he leaned in a little closer, eyes fixed on the swollen slit forced outward by her raised posture. Those plump labia parted, and more sticky arousal seeped out.

"You like this!"

A flicker of surprise crossed Xiao Yi's eyes.

"You..."

Qin Jintong snapped in anger, "Shut up!"

"Ha, so this is what gets you going!"

Her reaction confirmed his suspicion, and Xiao Yi laughed aloud.

"Shut your mouth. You're not allowed to say that!"

Qin Jintong trembled in humiliation again and again, her voice thick with tears. Even she didn't want to face this reaction.

"Still won't admit it? I haven't even really started, and you're already dripping this much?"

Xiao Yi reached out and touched the hot entrance to her pussy. Sure enough, there was even more wetness than before. As if sensing his teasing, the two folds of her labia opened and closed, like a little mouth, incredibly tempting.

Qin Jintong squeezed her eyes shut and pressed her red lips together, saying nothing.

But how could Xiao Yi possibly let go of the chance to train the Qin family's second miss? While his fingers kept kneading and rubbing those tender petals, he said, "Didn't you just say you'd be obedient? Then say it. Say it clearly."

Qin Jintong still clamped her lips shut, refusing to speak. She twisted her slender waist, trying to dodge those wicked fingers, but her cunt had already been worked into a filthy, sticky mess, prickling with numb itch. Her breathing was growing faster and faster from the pleasure rising through her lower body.

"Answer me!"

Xiao Yi flicked the swollen little clit above her pussy, and Qin Jintong's body shuddered as if shocked by electricity.

"...I-I don't know!"

"Is it when I was hitting you?"

"N-no, it isn't!"

"Lying means you'll just get hit some more."

"Nooo..."

Qin Jintong's voice was drenched in humiliation and despair.

"Then say it."

Xiao Yi parted her wet labia with his fingers and pushed one finger into the elastic opening, slowly working it into that hot, slick pussy. His fingertip quickly met a soft inner wall, and the moment it did, the channel tightened and twitched around him. Slickness gushed out in a steady stream, coating his finger with sticky wetness.

The strange sensation in her privates made Qin Jintong squirm in discomfort, her plump round hips trying to escape the restraint. Seeing that, Xiao Yi raised his hand and slapped her ass, then stirred his finger inside her pussy. He could clearly feel her little folds clenching tight, trapping his finger, while Qin Jintong was driven almost mad by the stimulation. Her waist twisted unconsciously, and her long black-stockinged legs trembled faintly under their own power.

"Mmgh... don't..."

Biting down on her red lips, Qin Jintong tried to force back the shameless moan driven out of her by the pleasure, and said with a sob in her voice, "Y-yes, or no?"

The room fell silent again.

Qin Jintong bit her lip so hard she nearly drew blood, wanting nothing more than to deny it immediately. But when the words reached her mouth, it was as if something had blocked her throat, and she couldn't force them out no matter what.

Because some things could fool other people, but they couldn't fool herself.

What was more, the man opposite her had already seen through every one of her reactions.

"Speak."

The man's voice came again.

Qin Jintong's body gave a small shiver. Her pale, delicate fingers clenched tightly. After a long while, she finally forced her red lips open and squeezed out a sentence from between her teeth:

"I... don't know..."

Her voice was so soft it was almost inaudible.

After saying it, she seemed to lose all courage to face what was happening and buried her face directly into the bedsheets.