After this short video was shot, Song Qingyin's expression and voice regained their freedom, but her body was still kneeling on all fours on the bed like a sow.
"What...what's going on?" Song Qingyin was terrified. "What kind of evil magic did you use on me?"
Pei Xuan ignored Song Qingyin. He patted Pei Qingyu's butt and said, "It's your turn to show off, sister."
"Don't worry, Master." Pei Qingyu got down from Pei Xuan's legs, holding the slave whip in his hand, and walked step by step behind Song Qingyin, his face full of arrogance and hatred.
The long whip shook, making a crisp sound, accompanied by Song Qingyin's scream, and a dark red whip mark was left on her naked back.
Although Song Qingyin was a sixth-rank cultivator, Pei Xuan had already sealed her power, making it impossible for her to use it to resist. The pain from being whipped made her vision almost black.
"Are you crazy? Pei Qingyu!" Song Qingyin screamed, "Have you ever thought about the consequences of doing this?"
"Shut up, sow." Pei Qingyu shouted coldly, and whipped Song Qingyin on the left side of her buttocks with his backhand.
"Ah!" Song Qingyin screamed again in pain, "Let me go! Let me go!"
Pei Qingyu remained unmoved and whipped Song Qingyin for the third time, hitting her other buttock.
"Ah!" Shame and pain made Song Qingyin scream desperately, "I will kill you! I will kill you! I want to -"
After three whips, Pei Qingyu found the feel for it and whipped out the fourth whip, hitting Song Qingyin's thigh. Then came the fifth, sixth, and seventh whips... The time interval between each whip became extremely short. Song Qingyin had no time to speak. Before she could finish her scream, the next whip came.
Due to the characteristics of the slave whip, Song Qingyin can get a certain sexual pleasure with every whip.
At first, these pleasures were overshadowed by the pain, but after hundreds of whips, these pleasures gradually accumulated and suppressed the pain.
While Pei Qingyu was whipping her hard, he keenly noticed that stream after stream of vaginal fluid gushed out from Song Qingyin's vagina, which was covered by her thick pubic hair, and slowly flowed down her thighs onto the bed.
"I never thought you, a sow, really knew how to enjoy yourself!"
Pei Qingyu didn't know the effect of the slave whip, he just felt that Song Qingyin was really cheap that she could get so wet after being whipped. The rage in his heart grew even stronger, and the next whip hit Song Qingyin's vagina squarely.
The tender honey pot was hit so hard that the piercing pain made Song Qingyin raise her head and let out a shrill scream.
The pleasure that had accumulated for a long time burst out at the same time, the climax came like a tide, and a large amount of vaginal fluid splashed out.
Song Qingyin's hands and feet could no longer support her, and she fell down like a puddle of mud.
Looking at Song Qingyin's miserable appearance, a cruel pleasure surged in Pei Qingyu's heart.
An indescribable sense of accomplishment filled her body, causing her to let out a sigh of satisfaction.
Pei Xuan, who was watching all this from behind, had a smug smile on his face.
For Pei Qingyu, all this was a training for Song Qingyin.
For Pei Xuan, all this was also a training for Pei Qingyu.
The key to training is to use a two-pronged approach, using the stick to create fear and establish authority, and using the carrot to provide rewards and benefits.
So far, the reward Pei Xuan gave to Pei Qingyu, apart from a little bit of "tenderness", was only an intense and passionate orgasm.
However, regardless of whether it is a man or a woman, what they say or think during climax will naturally disappear without a trace when the sage time comes.
Therefore, through training Song Qingyin tonight, Pei Xuan gave Pei Qingyu another reward, that is, the sense of power as a superior. Especially when facing someone like Song Qingyin whom she hated, this sense of power would become even more delicious.
Power is the only thing that can truly make people addicted.
Pei Xuan cleared his throat gently, bringing Pei Qingyu back to his senses.
This was also to make Pei Qingyu realize that the sense of power she now enjoyed was given by him.
As expected, Pei Qingyu turned around, his expression involuntarily softening a lot more than before: "Master, are you satisfied?"
"Are you satisfied?" Pei Xuan asked back.
Pei Qingyu shook his head without hesitation: "This is just the beginning, I still have many ways to torture her!"
"There's a long way to go," Pei Xuan said. "We're going to the Imperial College tomorrow, so let's make it quick."
"Yes, master." Pei Qingyu was obviously a little reluctant, but still obeyed Pei Xuan's orders obediently.
She took off her pajamas, climbed onto the bed, and turned over Song Qingyin, who was lying on her stomach.
She sat on the bed with her legs spread out, lifted Song Qingyin up, let her lean against her arms with her back facing her, then stretched out her hands in front of her, lifted Song Qingyin's thighs, and fixed Song Qingyin in her arms as if she was holding a child to pee.
Song Qingyin kept cursing under her breath, but she had no strength to resist. She could only watch Pei Xuan slowly approach and put a thick, long, black and hard cock in front of her.
Song Qingyin has a pure and pretty baby face, skin as white as snow, large pear-shaped breasts that are soft and tender, and a slender waist that can be held in one hand. The only drawback is that her buttocks and thighs are not plump enough, and the pubic hair at her vagina is too lush.
Pei Xuan likes the smooth and hairless white tiger's vagina, but unfortunately he hasn't encountered it yet.
Pei Qingyu's pubic hair is sparse, but not completely absent.
The pussies of these two young lolis, Pei Siqing and Pei Siyin, are smooth and hairless, but they are still young after all, and they will probably be covered with pubic hair like their mother Song Qingyin in the future.
Pei Xuan was not discouraged. After all, natural white tigers are always very rare, and it is not a bad idea to "create" a white tiger later in life.
He reached out and grabbed Song Qingyin's pubic hair into a ball, then pulled it hard.
"Ah--!" The severe pain made Song Qingyin's limbs tense and she almost jumped up.
Pei Qingyu, who was sitting behind her, couldn't keep his balance due to the sudden impact, and both of them fell backwards onto the bed.
"...You beast..." Song Qingyin accused Pei Xuan of his atrocities with tears in her eyes, but she couldn't continue because of the pain.
"Just lie down like this and don't get up." Pei Xuan stopped Pei Qingyu from trying to get up, so that the pussies of the two beauties, one big and one small, were lined up on the same level.
Pei Xuan could no longer bear his lust after seeing such an obscene scene. He spread Song Qingyin's thighs with his hands, thrust his waist forward, found the entrance with his penis, and penetrated into the honey pot of this beautiful stepmother little by little.
The blood that oozed from both sides of the vagina because the pubic hair was forcibly pulled out flowed onto the penis, looking like virgin blood when the virginity was lost.