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Three lashes have passed, yet Qin Fang still seemed unscathed, not a single mark on his body, not even a tear in his clothes.

This reality was too much for Zhuoma to accept.

Her eyes were filled with boundless frustration and astonishment, thinking that if she couldn't whip Qin Fang half to death, she at least expected him to endure a few lashes.

But the harsh reality was that she hadn't achieved anything at all. Her three free lashes were already used up.

"Um, the three moves I offered are over. Are you planning to continue? I advise you to forget it; you can't hurt me! And... I don't hold back in a fight!"

The three lashes ended, and Qin Fang naturally kept his word. He had been purely defensive or rather, he didn't even bother to defend himself at all, taking the three lashes, which was giving great face to Zhuoma.

At other times, perhaps both parties could have let bygones be bygones with a laugh, but with Zhuoma it was not the case.

Zhuoma too had her pride as a young lady, destined to become a disciple of the Tang Sect in the Martial World, a heroine in the making with Cultivation to rival her master Tang Xin, the strongest warrior of the Gelan Tribe...

Yet Zhuoma, who had never experienced defeat, had repeatedly suffered setbacks at the hands of Qin Fang. Not only had she lost face several times, but her pure and admired derrière had been tainted by Qin Fang.

The three free lashes were over, and Zhuoma was now conflicted. She understood that Qin Fang was much more powerful than her, not even on the same level, perhaps not too far from her master and sister Tang Xin, maybe even stronger.

Logically, it would be most appropriate to stop now. Qin Fang had already given her much face by letting her whip him three times for free, even if she didn't leave as much as a scratch on him, but at least if it ended now, she wouldn't lose anything more, at most it was just not being able to vent all her frustration.

But it was precisely because she couldn't vent this pent-up anger that Zhuoma felt such resentment. Now Qin Fang was actively persuading her, his tone was quite sincere, and he genuinely had no other intentions, but to Zhuoma's ears, it sounded as if he was purposely provoking her, mocking her for being timid and lacking the spirit to take risks...

With this interpretation, everything changed.

"Don't give me that insincere crap, I'm not buying it! Humph, I don't believe..."

Indeed, Zhuoma got incredibly angry, her whip cracking as she wielded it again, transforming into a treacherous Viper rapidly striking at Qin Fang.

"It's just a few spanks, right? I'm not afraid of you..."

She was trying to bolster her own courage, maybe because Qin Fang had already spanked her once, defiling what was pure had been done, and now even if it was defiled a few more times it wouldn't matter as much.

Whack~Whack~Whack~

The whip turned into streaks of dark shadows, exceedingly fast, angling cunningly, and striking with even more ferocity and ruthlessness.

And this time, she was not lashing one by one but whipping continuously, swinging at Qin Fang three to five consecutive times as the cracking sound was incessant.

Lashing one by one was too easy to dodge, especially with Qin Fang's superior strength, but continuous strikes meant that without moving his body, gaps were more likely to appear, giving her a chance to succeed... This was Zhuoma's thought at the time.

But in fact—

Qin Fang remained as before, standing still, motionless, but every time the whip came his way, although it seemed capable of hitting something solid, it appeared as if it didn't touch him at all.

The flurry of whip shadows seemed formidable and deadly, but to Qin Fang, they were as if nothing, quietly enduring everything, the whip bringing a gentle breeze, fluttering his clothes a tiny bit...

But not a single tear or mark from the whip could be found on Qin Fang's clothes, an extreme and mysterious oddity...

Whack Whack Whack~~~

The whip still howled, tumbled, and lashed, sounding like thunder, crisp and melodious, with a clear rhythm, yet it failed to inflict any real damage.

Zhuoma grew more anxious, her strikes became faster and more urgent, the whip in her hands became a blur of shadows, too fast to follow its trajectory, nearly enveloping Qin Fang completely...

As time ticked away second by second, Zhuoma's face grew increasingly somber and desperate, with sweat already drenching her forehead and soaking through her clothes.

Every strike she launched was with full force, and though it lacked the enhancement of Inner Breath, the prolonged effort weighed heavily on her. She was nearly too exhausted to even lift her whip, yet she clenched her teeth and persisted, as if determined to fight Qin Fang to the bitter end before giving up...

At first, she had fantasized about giving Qin Fang a brutal beating, if not killing him then at least injuring him severely enough to keep him bedridden for half a year before he could recover...

But now,

Her desires had simplified significantly; she didn't ask for much, just to leave even the faintest trace of a whip mark on Qin Fang's body would be more than enough.

Snap~~

Finally, as the sound of a whip cracked, the whip could no longer reach Qin Fang's body, falling limply half a step away; it was clear Zhuoma had reached the limits of her strength.

Snap~~

This failed strike was just the beginning, Zhuoma clearly didn't want to give up. She tried again with a whipping arm, but the whip's speed had decreased by eighty to ninety percent, and its lethality was significantly reduced. Even if it did hit, it would at most cause a slight pain, nothing threatening.

Even so, she couldn't keep it up; after only two more lashes, Zhuoma slumped powerlessly to the ground, her whip hanging weakly from her hand as she gasped for air, the very picture of exhaustion.

"You little girl, out of strength, huh? I told you, it's impossible for you to hurt me, and you just wouldn't believe it..."

Seeing that the little girl Zhuoma could no longer raise her arm, only managing to squat and pant heavily, her entire body drenched in sweat, her little face flushing with impatience.

Only then did Qin Fang leisurely approach Zhuoma, his face calm and tone indifferent, as he spoke. He had indeed warned Zhuoma before, but she did not believe it and insisted on gritting her teeth and persevering.

As a result, Qin Fang was just as unscathed as at the beginning, with not a single injury, while he had worn the little girl Zhuoma out...

Seeing Qin Fang approaching, the little girl Zhuoma still wished to lash out with her whip, but her arm had long since gone numb, as if she had completely lost sensation, unable to successfully command it even slightly.

"You..."

Upon hearing Qin Fang's words, Zhuoma was furious, but she was already too exhausted to do anything but gasp for breath.

Speaking was already such a struggle, let alone taking action – which was completely out of the question. Aside from glaring at Qin Fang with eyes brimming with anger, there was nothing else she could do.

"Since you're out of strength, I'll take it as your surrender. Now it's my turn to settle the score with you..."

However, Zhuoma couldn't move anymore, but it was time for Qin Fang to settle accounts. He had been whipped continuously with a barrage of lashes, which would have been enough to rip any ordinary person apart.

Qin Fang did not admire this little girl's temperament; although the thoughts of these mountain folk were simple and rough, it was indeed a bit too much this time.

After taking so many hits for nothing, if he just let things slide, Qin Fang wouldn't be able to accept it. If he didn't teach this little girl a lesson, who knows what else she might get up to in the future.

"You... you..."

Hearing Qin Fang's words, Zhuoma was momentarily stunned; she had been too anxious about how to hit Qin Fang, temporarily forgetting the agreement between them.

Now that she remembered, her face turned alternately red and white, becoming exceptionally expressive, especially since she was about to say something when Qin Fang simply picked up her limp body, lifting her into the air, and then she was sprawled across Qin Fang's legs.

Snap~~

Qin Fang's hand moved with impressive speed, instantly landing a slap on Zhuoma's small, pert bottom, causing a tingling sensation that invaded her private area and stirred a very strange feeling.

Slap slap slap~~

Qin Fang, as if mimicking her earlier whip strikes, continuously slapped her bottom, left and right, hitting Zhuoma's pert behind...

Zhuoma felt both shame and anger, her body wanting to resist but with no strength left, making her helpless under Qin Fang's actions as she felt repeated intimate contacts on her buttocks...

At first, there wasn't much direct sensation, mainly because Zhuoma was too furious, suppressing other feelings, but as her backside swelled from the hits, her pert bottom became extremely sensitive. The tangy, tingling sensation suddenly gave Zhuoma an extraordinarily strange feeling...(To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to vote for it on Qidian.com with recommendation tickets or monthly tickets, your support is my greatest motivation.)

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