Chapter 92

From the man’s heavy breathing and the woman’s sobs, Song Ning could hear the woman’s fear, and how desperately she fawned over and served him out of fear, and how much the man seemed to enjoy it.

Women have so much fear.

“It’s time to do something. Helping this woman before she completely breaks down might be the key to my escape from here!”

Thoughts raced through Song Ning’s mind, and she quickly made a decision.

He first made a panting sound as if he had just been rescued from drowning, his body slumped in the chair, his hands and feet bound and unable to move at all.

Song Ning confirmed that Lao Wu had noticed his movements, because at this moment Lao Wu had become as quiet as the air, and the woman had also stopped, only making a barely audible sound when she inadvertently swallowed saliva.

Song Ning’s panting stopped quickly, and then she remained motionless as if she hadn’t woken up at all.

He controlled the erratic trembling of his fingers, toes, and lips, and his head occasionally twitched.

Having been bound hand and foot for so long, Song Ning’s neck and shoulders were extremely sore and numb, making the ferocity in his expression look incredibly real. Lao Wu had no reason not to believe that he was regaining control of his body.

As the numbness in her hands and feet gradually disappeared, Song Ning shook her head in a panic and said hurriedly:

“Who…who messed with me?! Let me go! This joke has gone too far!!”

He shouted and struggled harder and harder, but the chair under his buttocks was fixed to the ground. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t stand up with the chair on his back. He was tied up and couldn’t move an inch.

Song Ning struggled for a while and was soon panting heavily. If it were his previous physical condition, struggling in a state of fear would have quickly exhausted his strength.

Now that his physical abilities have been systematically enhanced, his panting is just an act for Lao Wu’s benefit.

Sure enough, the fifth brother thought that Song Ning had resigned himself to reality and said:

“Go and take off his blindfold…”

Upon hearing Lao Wu’s words, Song Ning immediately reacted as if grasping at a straw, desperately pleading for help:

“Who! Who’s there! Who’s there! Help me!”

The fifth brother naturally wouldn’t answer his question. Song Ning heard light footsteps pass by his side, and then the blindfold covering his eyes was tugged and finally removed.

Song Ning finally regained her sight. It was a somewhat dilapidated room with no windows. The light was glaring, but the room was still dim. Apart from a relatively clean leather sofa in front of her, the rest of the room was empty.

Sitting on the sofa was a middle-aged man in his thirties. His eyes were puffy and his eye bags were dark. He looked extremely weak. He was wearing a white, wrinkled shirt on his upper body and was naked from the waist down.

A voluptuous woman walked past, wearing only a sexy black lingerie set, her body covered in blood-red and dark blue bruises.

Upon closer inspection, Song Ning realized that the underwear she was wearing was one of the sets she had taken from Qi Ya.

“How about it? This chick’s pretty good, right? Just looking at her isn’t enough, is it? Want to have some fun?”

If Song Ning hadn’t pretended to be unconscious and eavesdropped earlier, the fifth brother’s kind expression would have almost fooled him. Song Ning nodded first, then seemed to suddenly realize something, quickly shook his head, and said tremblingly:

“Who…who are you? What…what do you want? Let me go!”

A flash of ruthlessness crossed the fifth brother’s eyes, but he maintained a kind expression and said with a smile:

“Hey! What’s the rush? Do you think I’d mistreat you here? You’ve never been with a woman like this before, have you? Want to give it a try? She’s different from the little girls you’ve seen… huh?”

He shook his head at the woman with that last sound. The woman didn’t dare to hesitate. She had just returned to Lao Wu’s side and hadn’t even stood still when she turned around and walked towards Song Ning’s position.

The fifth brother directed with great interest:

“Sit on his lap and press your breasts against his face!”

The woman dared not disobey. With her back to Lao Wu, she revealed a pained expression that only Song Ning could see. Shamefully, she raised her legs and straddled Song Ning, wrapping her arms around his neck and pressing her breasts against his face.

The lingerie that Qi Ya gave him was all custom-made for Zhao Yi; the C-cup bra was stretched to the point of bursting by her large, white breasts.

Song Ning could see bluish veins and red and black bloodstains on the exposed breast flesh, and she had no idea what kind of cruel torture she had endured.

The woman’s body blocked Lao Wu’s view, and the confusion and fear on Song Ning’s face disappeared, replaced by clear eyes that made the woman feel her sincerity and openness.

The woman was also stunned. She understood that this handsome-looking boy was a kind person, unlike those who tormented her. But she was even more afraid. She was afraid that the boy would run away. If he ran away and failed to complete the instructions, she didn’t know how this man called Lao Wu would torture her!

Song Ning didn’t try to avoid it, as that would only arouse Lao Wu’s suspicion. He simply tilted his head back to prevent the woman’s breasts from pressing against his entire face.

Knowing that the fifth brother behind her wouldn’t notice, the woman felt relieved and started to wriggle around on the boy’s lap. Song Ning’s eyes were fixed on her, making her feel a little embarrassed and annoyed, and a blush appeared on her cheeks.