Zhang Yang deliberately cut off the two pieces of cloth covering her chest, and those two proud Big White Rabbits were finally exposed.
Under the restraint of the rope, the Big White Rabbits were also tightly bound in place.
Zhang Yang put down the scissors, then grabbed them directly with both hands.
He seemed to be using a bit too much force, making Liang Yanyun extremely uncomfortable—the pain mixed with numbness was almost unbearable, so all Liang Yanyun could do was whimper, showing her protest.
But unexpectedly, Zhang Yang raised his hand and slapped her Big White Rabbit.
"What? You don’t like it? You don’t like it when your master touches you, huh?"
Liang Yanyun’s eyes widened—when did he become her master again? Was he shameless? This was so ridiculous, if it kept going , Liang Yanyun would really get angry.
But unfortunately for Liang Yanyun, Zhang Yang didn’t care at all what she thought right now; he’d even forgotten the original purpose of treatment.
At this moment, any man would probably lose his rationality—let alone a man who was already drunk.
Tonight, Zhang Yang was truly risking his life to drink with her—it was the most he’d ever drunk in his life.
The longer time went on, the more the alcohol hit him. Now Zhang Yang was completely out of it.
In Zhang Yang’s mind, the woman before him was a maid for him to play with and discipline however he wanted.
He even thought maybe this was all just a dream—a seductive, erotic dream.
Either way, Zhang Yang was loving every moment; subconsciously, he felt that if he could tame this woman, he’d be the king of the world, and she would forever crawl at his feet.
Liang Yanyun had also drunk quite a bit, but by now she was getting more and more sober—her tolerance really wasn’t something to brag about.
Right now, being tormented by Zhang Yang , she was about to lose her mind—this bastard actually smacked her Big White Rabbit.
"What kind of look is that? Seems I’ve been too soft with you."
Liang Yanyun’s expression changed, unsure what Zhang Yang was about to do, just seeing him stomping off angrily.
Seeing this, Liang Yanyun jumped in fright, nervous inside.
She started trying to undo the ropes on her body, but Zhang Yang had tied them too tight—especially her hands bound behind her back, not even the slightest bit of movement.
And the ropes on her wrists tightened the more she struggled—she had no idea how Zhang Yang managed that.
Just as Liang Yanyun was searching for a way to get rid of the ropes, Zhang Yang came over holding a candle, lighting it right in front of her.
Liang Yanyun finally realized what Zhang Yang intended—he was going to drip wax on her body.
Wouldn’t that burn her to death? But actually, the candle was a toy Qiao Dongna had bought, and even lit, the wax wouldn’t burn her.
But it was more than enough for play; Zhang Yang was trying this out for the first time, looking extremely excited.
Once the candle was lit for a bit, he stared at Liang Yanyun with a perverted look on his face.
Liang Yanyun saw the twisted smile on Zhang Yang’s face and her anger flared up.
Just then, Zhang Yang brought the candle in front of her face, the flame flickering right before her eyes—a kind of invisible pressure making Liang Yanyun panic.
Then Zhang Yang moved the candle to her shoulder, suddenly tilting his wrist—and droplets of red wax landed on her skin.
It wasn’t enough to burn her, but there was still a hot sensation, especially at the moment of contact.
Liang Yanyun let out a few muffled sounds—it didn’t hurt much, but it was genuinely scary, this thing.
After testing it out, Zhang Yang moved the candle toward her Little White Rabbits.
Finally, he brought it right above her Big White Rabbits, tilting his hand down.
Soon, the melting wax dripped down, one drop after another.
Liang Yanyun struggled painfully—this was so humiliating, and it felt greasy and uncomfortable. But when the wax hit her cherries, her body suddenly tightened, her torso even arching up involuntarily.
"Feels good?" Zhang Yang asked with a smile, still so curious.
Liang Yanyun turned her head away. She didn’t want to admit it, but after that brief pain, there really was a strange pleasure.
This made her feel even more embarrassed inside—how could she kind of feeling?
As Zhang Yang dripped more and more, her Big White Rabbits were soon covered in wax.
At that point, Liang Yanyun thought Zhang Yang would stop, and she couldn’t feel much anymore.
It was like there was a protective coating over her skin.
But unexpectedly, Zhang Yang shifted his hand, moving quickly to the area above her thighs.
Liang Yanyun’s face changed instantly—no, not here, absolutely not.
She began twisting her hips, trying to get away, but Zhang Yang held her down firmly.
As the wax dripped down, Liang Yanyun cried out in pain.
This really did hurt, but was accompanied by intense pleasure.
After that, Zhang Yang played with everything he could.
Under Zhang Yang’s torment, Liang Yanyun peaked twice in quick succession.
But her body craved even more. After Zhang Yang untied the ropes, instead of trying to escape, Liang Yanyun became docile and obedient.
This humiliating sensation actually got her addicted.
Zhang Yang carried Liang Yanyun into the bathroom, beginning to wash the wax off her skin.
By now, all her clothes had been stripped off, the ropes untied, and the ball gag removed from her mouth.
But there was still a collar around her neck, with a leash attached—Zhang Yang held it in his hand, just like a dog leash.
Then Zhang Yang ordered, "Come here and lick me."
Liang Yanyun still felt a little resistance inside, but she obeyed anyway, driven by her own desire.
She kissed Zhang Yang’s lips directly, then stuck out her tongue to lick his face.
She slowly bent down, licking Zhang Yang’s chest.
Finally, she moved lower and lower, kneeling submissively on the ground, gazing up at Zhang Yang.
The sight left Zhang Yang so aroused—conquering a proud woman was a thrill like no other.
Then Zhang Yang slowly pressed his Big Baby to her beautiful, stunning face.
He slapped her rosy, alluring cheeks, and let Liang Yanyun stick out her tongue and lick all over.
Worth noting, Zhang Yang was much more sober now after getting rinsed off.
Snapping back to his senses, Zhang Yang felt amazed.
He remembered everything from earlier, but never thought Liang Yanyun would be this obedient.
Was this woman’s true nature one that needed to be tamed? Maybe she really did like being disciplined—there was a real chance.
The intense contrast made Zhang Yang unable to stop.
The powerful rush of pleasure had Zhang Yang grabbing Liang Yanyun’s hair hard...