He Ye had never been so utterly disgraced in her entire life. Having been the campus belle since middle school, she had long since ingrained grace, intellect, reserve, and gentleness into her very bones; nearly every subtle expression, every movement, radiated beauty.

No young man dared speak to her harshly, fearing they might offend the fair lady. Countless others felt inadequate in her presence, agonizing over her constantly, sinking into sorrow for her sake.

But now, Yang Feng was dragging her by her hair, like hauling a dog, shoving her into the inner room. Not sated, he delivered a vicious kick to her backside, sending her sprawling heavily onto the carpet.

“Bitch, kneel down!” He cursed, then turned to his lackeys, barking orders: “You two, guard the hallway. Keep your eyes peeled!” Yu Qing froze slightly.

He had expected to stay in the outer room, listening in on how Young Master Yang intended to "discipline" the beautiful campus belle. Going to the hallway meant missing all the action.

Yao Yuwen quickly nudged him. Yang Feng’s crotch was already visibly distended; delaying his precious time meant getting a beating!

The two men moved chairs outside. They were old hands at this sort of duty and knew the drill perfectly.

They settled near the staircase in the hall, and Yao Yuwen fetched snacks and drinks from the downstairs catering service. This was their fee for guarding the door for Young Master Yang.

If anyone dared to intrude, they would pose as villa staff and turn them away—they had already taken care of the management beforehand. Before long, Pan Shanshan joined their ranks.

Pan Shanshan and He Ye actually had a slight acquaintance, but having grown up in a prominent family, she was long accustomed to watching the brothers bully women. Thus, even though she knew her cousin was about to put He Ye through hell, she could only accept the situation with helplessness.

Inside the room, the nightmare had just begun. A sinister smile, utterly mismatched with his handsome features, stretched across Yang Feng’s face, laced with coldness, disdain, and contempt.

He slowly hung his dress trousers on a hook by the wall, then walked to the table, picked up two water glasses, poured one for himself and drank it down, and placed the other on the table’s edge, propping it at a slight angle with his hand. He Ye knelt miserably on the carpet, her hair a chaotic mess like a bird's nest.

She watched in horror as Yang Feng casually pulled up the hem of his shorts, revealing a section of dark, stout flesh, and leisurely urinated a full glassful. The pale yellow liquid was frothy, resembling beer almost perfectly.

He Ye was struck by an intensely ominous premonition! Would she be forced to drink it, or would it be thrown in her face and over her body?!

Whichever possibility she guessed, it was utterly unacceptable to He Ye. Yet, she knew deeply that resisting Yang Feng would result in a fate more agonizing than suicide; he not only had the means to deal with her alone but could easily ruin her entire family!

In that moment, He Ye was pierced by profound remorse. She finally understood how foolish it was to play clever games with someone like Yang Feng.

Before absolute power, all scheming was a ridiculous joke—if you don't have the strength to fight a tiger, don't try to bargain with one! “Thirsty?” Yang Feng approached her, holding the cup that was still emitting warmth.

He Ye scrambled backward, her face a mask of terror, shaking her head like a rattle drum. “Don’t want to drink?” he asked with a sneer.

This was not a question that could be answered with mere gestures. He Ye both shook her head and nodded, shrinking towards the corner of the bed, ceaselessly wiping away tears.

“You realize your mistake now? Too late,” Yang Feng scoffed, turning back to set the cup down before kicking off his slippers and sinking onto the sofa.

He had plenty of time to play with her slowly; nor did he intend to waste that cup of liquid, preferring not to engage in the later games with a woman already drenched in urine. As for the finale...

he sneered inwardly, of course he would pinch her nose and force the contents down her throat, then douse the rest of the liquid onto her face and body! There was no need for tenderness toward such a vile woman!

He Ye, however, was unaware of his inner thoughts. Seeing him place the cup down, she secretly breathed a sigh of relief and instinctively reached up to tidy her messy hair.

“Do you know how I plan to punish you?” Yang Feng asked languidly. He Ye timidly shook her head.

This was not the Yang Feng she knew; she felt completely lost. “We have plenty of time to play with this,” Yang Feng mocked with a laugh.

He hooked his five-toed-sock-clad right foot toward her, wiggling his toes: “Come here and talk.” After hesitating, just as He Ye began to rise, Yang Feng stopped her: “Stop! Did I tell you to stand up?

Kneel, and crawl over here!” His glaring eyes were like those of a vengeful deity. He Ye was startled, waves of grief and humiliation washing over her as she froze halfway between standing and squatting.

“Go to hell!” Yang Feng suddenly roared: “Hurry up! My patience is limited.

Don’t force me to throw the urine on you!” It had been years since he had treated a beautiful woman like this; a long-lost surge of violent pleasure coursed through Yang Feng’s body, rising up. He threatened her with his gaze and made a motion as if to rise.

She finally yielded, crawling on her knees to Yang Feng’s front. Her stunningly beautiful face was already a tear-streaked mess.

However, Yang Feng actually appreciated this effect. He lazily lifted both feet and placed them across He Ye’s knees: “Take off my socks.” He Ye numbly lifted her hands to tug at his socks.

Removing someone else’s five-toed socks was no easy task; she fumbled clumsily for a long time before managing to pull off one. “And this one.” Young Master Yang casually placed the removed foot onto her inner thigh, resting the other foot on top of it, the big toe nearly brushing her nose.

If this was a nightmare, she prayed for it to end quickly. He Ye tilted her head back, using the technique she had just acquired, gripping the fabric at the heel with one hand and the cuff of the sock with the other, pulling outwards.

Suddenly, her movements paused, because she saw that Yang Feng had lifted his shorts at some unknown moment and was rhythmically stroking that ugly thing! The moment her hands stopped, she felt a kick land on her shoulder, nearly knocking her over.

“What are you looking at? You’ll have plenty of time to see it up close later,” Yang Feng said with a false smile: “Get back to work!” Wang Zhuo arrived at Yan Li Mountain Villa just as the campus belle finished stripping off the wicked young master’s two socks.

His brow furrowed into a tight knot. Using his X-ray vision to monitor everything happening inside the room, he strode quickly toward the villa.

“Done it before?” the wicked young master asked teasingly. The campus belle shook her head tearfully.

Except for a rare glimpse of her father’s, she had only ever seen an adult male’s private parts in adult films. How could she possibly have done such a thing?

“No?” Yang Feng sneered: “Do you think I believe you? A lying woman?” Seeing her remain silent, Yang Feng gave her a light kick and reprimanded: “Look up!

Look me in the eyes when you speak.” Lifting her head to meet the devil’s gaze, He Ye inevitably saw the ugly thing swinging back and forth in his hand. Thinking that she would have to put it in her mouth next, and perform until he was satisfied under his dominance, a bitter numbness spread deep into her mouth, and her heart felt crushed beneath a thousand-pound stone.

Yang Feng suddenly laughed—a bizarre, inexplicable laugh. “Beauty, I have a surprise prepared for you.” Saying that, he smeared his index finger in the groove and extended it toward her: “Come...

smell this.” A pungent, foul odor assaulted her nose. He Ye frowned in disgust and recoiled.

Yang Feng burst into laughter: “How is it? Doesn't it smell good?

I haven’t washed in five days, specially prepared for you!” Wang Zhuo, who was ascending the stairs, felt a chill run down his spine. He hadn't anticipated Yang Feng being this depraved; when bullying others, he truly could make life worse than death.

“Lick it clean for me... and then you can leave.” Yang Feng leaned back comfortably into the sofa, gesturing with his finger toward the soiled area.

He Ye resolutely shook her head. This time, a spirit of preferring death to submission truly surfaced; this kind of act was completely unacceptable under any circumstance!

“You won’t lick it?” Yang Feng smiled contemptuously: “If you won’t lick it, that’s fine. I imagine your mother would be happy to do the job for you.” He Ye’s body shook, and she looked at Yang Feng in disbelief.

Yang Feng grinned smugly: “Why look at me? I don’t mind telling you—while I have no interest in women that age, watching her service a few laborers is no problem for me.” Wang Zhuo had been momentarily surprised when he first saw He Ye removing Yang Feng’s socks.

His opinion of He Ye only extended to a slight appreciation of her looks; he disliked her personality and scheming nature. Therefore, he hadn't instantly erupted in righteous fury to save her the moment he saw Yang Feng bullying her.

But when Yang Feng proposed that perverse demand, Wang Zhuo became enraged. No matter who He Ye was, it did not give this man the right to torment her this way.

Especially when Yang Feng used He Ye’s mother as leverage, it finally crossed Wang Zhuo’s bottom line. So what if he was a privileged scion?

To commit such a heinous act? He would beat him so badly his own mother wouldn't recognize him!

“Boom!” He kicked away the serving cart blocking the hallway. A waiter looking over at the noise happened to see him lift a spherical landscape fish tank from the hallway with one hand, striding upstairs like a malevolent spirit.

“Ah!” Hearing the noise, Pan Shanshan peered downstairs and let out a sharp scream when she saw Wang Zhuo advancing rapidly. The scream barely ended before Wang Zhuo reached her side, swinging his arm and shoving her down hard.

Yao Yuwen and Yu Qing, seated in their chairs, scrambled to stand up, but Wang Zhuo had no time to give them an opening. He grabbed Yao Yuwen by the collar and tossed him onto the stairs, turning him into a tumbling gourd.

His other hand swung around, and the fish tank smashed to pieces over the man’s head. For such trash who used date-rape drugs to harm people, Wang Zhuo showed no mercy; smashing him dead was simply ridding the world of a pest!

This sequence of actions was executed flawlessly, and the resulting noise wasn't overly loud. Furthermore, the villa rooms were specifically soundproofed, meaning Yang Feng and He Ye inside the inner chamber paid no attention.

Yang Feng assumed it was the sound of the television outside. “Decided to do it?” he smiled contentedly at He Ye, but used his fingertip to press against her approaching forehead, lazily shaking his head: “You got the order wrong.

We start from the toes.” Just as the campus belle sank into despair, picking up the wicked young master’s foot and closing her eyes, there was a deafening crash—the double-locked door violently detached from the wall, and a tall figure appeared in the doorway!