Su Ziye's scheme had succeeded, and she reveled in her malicious delight. A sinister smile crept onto her lips as she walked, muttering, "Su Xiyang, oh, Su Xiyang, do you really think I'm grateful to you?"
"You stupid slut. You deserve to be passed around by a group of men. Go on, slowly 'enjoy' the gift fate has bestowed upon you!"
Of course, Su Ziye wasn't leaving. She planned to stay and eavesdrop. She wanted to hear Su Xiyang's desperate, hoarse pleas for mercy and the sounds she would make as things progressed—the stifled moans and low whimpers, full of internal resistance but physiologically impossible to control.
"Su Xiyang, oh, Su Xiyang, from this day forward, you will be the filthiest woman in the world! Hahaha! After this, what right or courage will you have to ever challenge me again?"
