"Whimper, whimper, whimper."
Despite Wang Fei clenching her teeth tightly, she still let out whimpers like a kitten.
Su Fan paid no heed to Wang Fei's wellbeing, putting all his strength into each thrust. Su Fan's endowment was incredibly magnificent, with one-third of it enough to drive a woman wild, two-thirds being many women's limit, and full penetration was lethal.
It was like trying to push an arm into a mineral water bottle.
Wang Fei had always kept up with intimate care routines, so even at thirty-one, her privates were as tight as those of some college girls. However, at this moment, under Su Fan's ruthless pounding, Wang Fei felt like her years of maintenance had been for naught.
"Whimper, whimper, whimper."
The car rhythmically rocked, and Wang Fei's continuous whimpers intertwined, forming a soul-destroying serenade.
After more than ten minutes, Wang Fei finally got wet.
Twenty minutes later, Wang Fei felt pleasure and finally got into rhythm.
Her facial expression also began to evoke ecstasy.
"Little Fan, good brother, faster, go faster," she said.
"Here it comes, sister is about to come."
And then, at the very last moment.
Su Fan suddenly grabbed Wang Fei's hair, pulling her from the hood to the ground, and at the moment Wang Fei looked up, he thrust in.
Just as Wang Fei opened her mouth to speak, she was silenced.
Immediately after, an outpouring of essence followed.
Satisfied, Su Fan took a step back.
He had his pleasure, but Wang Fei, on the verge of ecstasy, did not—she was utterly miserable.
"That's it, you're done?" she said.
Ignoring the pain, Wang Fei asked instinctively.
As she opened her mouth, the substance flowed out the side, some even dripping onto the ground.
She hurriedly raised her hand to wipe her mouth, looking quite comical.
This delighted Su Fan.
On one hand, there was the pleasure of revenge, and on the other, this kind of violent training was truly exhilarating.
"Is that how you should talk to your master?" he said.
Su Fan then gave Wang Fei a heavy slap across the face.
"Crawl inside," he directed, pointing towards the gate.
Resentful, yet with no choice, Wang Fei complied.
The two then returned to the room.
"Alright, tonight's training session is now concluded. Congratulations, Sister Fei, you're one step closer to taking down your rival, Yin Qianyue."
When Su Fan announced the end of the session, Wang Fei immediately got up, fuming, and confronted him.
"Su Fan, what are you doing? How could you be so cruel to me?" she accused.
"Have I offended you in some way, are you seeking revenge on purpose?"
Su Fan sneered internally.
Don't you really know how you've offended me?
But he wasn't done playing yet, it wasn't time to turn hostile.
"Sister Fei, what do you mean by that?" he feigned innocence and panic.
"I, I was just following your orders, everything I did was for you," he said.
"I even asked you in the middle if you wanted me to continue. You told me to go on," he continued.
"Besides, I said we could stop at any time, yet you didn't resist," he added.
"I, I devoted myself to you, forcing myself to do things I didn't want to do. How can you accuse me ?" he lamented.
"I, I'm so disappointed," he concluded, sitting on the bed, pretending to be heartbroken and defeated.
Wang Fei's anger had no outlet all of a sudden.
It seemed like the fault was hers now.
But what Su Fan said wasn't wrong.
"No, Little Fan, that's not what I meant," she hurried to clarify.
"Thinking like that about me, I'll quit. No matter what, I refuse to do it anymore. You are the best to me. If I upset you, I'll drop the matter altogether," Su Fan theatrically replied.
Now Wang Fei became even more anxious.
"Little Fan, I... I really didn't mean that," she said urgently.
"Please don't quit," she pleaded.
"I know you're good to me. Alright, alright, it's just that I've never played this hard before," she conceded.
"I apologize to you, alright? I'm sorry," she said, kneeling in front of Su Fan in a groveling manner.