From within the pavilion, continuous slapping sounds echoed.
Qin Yushu, lying on the stone table, was now weeping uncontrollably.
Her cheeks were swollen red, and for the first time, she truly understood what real violence meant. Her buttocks seemed about to bleed, causing her unbearable pain. Yet, she had no chance to scream, as the huge Iron Pestle was stuffed into her small mouth, making it impossible to voice even a dry retch. Her entire body bore Lin Fan's beast-like thrusts, battered and bruised.
"Auntie, have you remembered what to say now?"
Lin Fan pulled the Iron Pestle out of Qin Yushu's mouth, flipped her over again onto the stone table, and once more approached her already swollen Abyss entrance. Without any mercy, he stuffed the Iron Pestle back in, watching her face contort with agony. Only then did he contentedly turn on the video recording function of his phone, aiming it at Qin Yushu's face.
