Glass Flower Sisterhood (Four Sisters Bound and Disciplined)

As she spoke, Ling Qing came smiling from the side of the villa. Having just finished with Ouyang Qian, leaving her to enjoy herself, Ling Qing was in an excellent mood. With rope wrapped around her hands, she ran up to Mu Ya. Although she called Mu Ya "sister," they were actually the same age, with Mu Ya being only two months older. They usually called each other by name, and it was only at times like these that Ling Qing would call her sister. According to Ling Qing, it made things more interesting... "Dispose of me as you wish. I can't run away today anyway," Mu Ya said, spreading her hands in resignation. Han Jing, with great discretion, walked to the seaside and sat on the sand, letting the gentle tide wet her feet. "That's my good sister. So, how do you want to be tied up?" "You know the answer to that. Do you think I don't know what you're thinking?" Mu Ya stretched forcefully, bringing her hands together behind her back, her fists clenched. "Why don't you give me a 'four-horse abreast' tie today, with my elbows straight and arms bound, to your heart's content? You always like doing this to me anyway." "So cooperative~~" Seeing Mu Ya cater to her so readily, Ling Qing felt an excitement from the bottom of her heart, a feeling that words could not describe. Since Mu Ya was so cooperative, it made things easy. Ling Qing led Mu Ya in the direction of the sea from the villa. It was a bit of a distance from the villa, but not too far; the villa's lights just couldn't reach this spot directly. Mu Ya knelt on the sand, allowing Ling Qing to tightly grip her arms with her hands. Then, she began to wrap the rope around her arms, coiling it around her elbows, about six or seven times, before stopping. Ling Qing was quite ruthless. She then tied the loops into a figure-eight, pulling it so tight that even Ling Qing felt a pang of sympathy looking at it. Mu Ya's arms and shoulders felt twisted together. But Ling Qing wasn't done yet. She threaded the rope under Mu Ya's armpits, draped it over her shoulders, wound it around the back of her neck, and then brought it back under the other armpit before tying it to the figure-eight loops. The remaining rope was then wrapped around the rope at the back of her neck, pulled back, and tied again to the loops. It was like a torture device. No matter how Mu Ya struggled, the rope wouldn't loosen. Since her arms were tied so perfectly, her wrists were simple. They were already bound together, so wrapping them with rope was very easy. Her wrists were tied straight together, but for Mu Ya, it made little difference. After Ling Qing tied two loops of rope around her waist, Mu Ya proactively leaned forward, turned on her side, and then smoothly lay down on the sand. The fine sand gently caressed Mu Ya's sensitive areas, making her heart race. "Let's get this over with. Let's see what you can do to me, you little brat." With that thought, Mu Ya resigned herself to it. Seeing Mu Ya willingly bring her legs together and arch her back, Ling Qing squatted down and gently caressed Mu Ya's tender, high-arched feet. However, she didn't grant Mu Ya's unspoken wish. With her legs together, many things would be inconvenient... Lifting Mu Ya's thighs, Ling Qing rested them on her own lap, then folded them. Using a long rope, she completely folded and bound Mu Ya's thighs and calves together, with her legs spread apart in this bound position. "What are you doing... Mmm... Mmm??" Before she could finish speaking, a black, slightly long, and distinctly phallic gag was shoved into Mu Ya's mouth. The long part pressed down on her tongue, making it almost impossible for her to make a sound... While she hadn't been shy about using her mouth with her boyfriend, this was the first time she had a solid object like this stuffed in her mouth, making her both shy and excited. "Let's give you the same as the youngest one~" Saying this, and before Mu Ya could react, a cold, vibrating device, identical to the one Ouyang Qian was currently wearing, was pushed into Mu Ya... "Mmm?! Mmm!!" Mu Ya had actually experienced the power of this device before, but that was in a room. This time, it was completely outdoors in the open... If she couldn't hold back here... and someone saw her, she didn't know how embarrassed she would be on this coastline. But then again, wasn't this exciting? Ling Qing, that wicked girl, actually came up with this kind of play... "Good sister, you think that's all?" "?!" As the rope around her waist was pulled, passed through her crotch, Mu Ya knew that Ling Qing wouldn't give her any chance to remove this damned thing herself... Her fate was entirely in Ling Qing's hands. Feeling a tightening in her crotch, Mu Ya slightly lifted her head. She knew she had already wet this rope... Although she couldn't see behind her, Mu Ya clearly felt something hard being pressed tightly against the spot in her crotch that had just been bound. This thing... could it be...? Ling Qing's skilled hands quickly tied a knot with this white rod under Mu Ya's crotch. No matter how Mu Ya struggled or twisted, this thing would follow her, pressing tightly against her skin... It was beyond excessive... "Sister, I'm so envious of your long hair, it's fragrant and beautiful~" As she spoke, Ling Qing skillfully gathered Mu Ya's hair together, tied it into a ponytail at the back of her head, and then secured it with a thin rope. She then took Mu Ya's chin in one hand, lifting her head high. Next, she tied the two ends of the thin rope to the big toes of Mu Ya's feet... Because Mu Ya hadn't expected Ling Qing to use such a binding method, she lifted her head quite high. However, the rope Ling Qing used was relatively short. While it was somewhat merciful and didn't dig in too tightly, Mu Ya couldn't loosen it with just her toes. Moreover, she had to tense her foot to alleviate the pain of being pulled tight... This damned girl... Ahh... As the man's footsteps faded into the distance, Ouyang Qian let out a sigh of relief, thinking he hadn't noticed her hanging there. She could barely see her sisters' situations, but she was sure he had visited each of them. What he had done, she didn't know. Was she lucky, or unlucky? Her four sisters were all bound and far apart, so she doubted they could reach her. According to Ling Qing, the caretakers wouldn't come until tomorrow morning. That meant the worst-case scenario was being discovered tomorrow. She'd be dead by then. Her feet were already killing her. What to do? What to do? Ouyang Qian was starting to feel dizzy, her thoughts growing hazy. She knew she was about to pass out. Suddenly, a strong hand from behind grabbed her breast fiercely. Ouyang Qian's face drained of color in terror. The man had seen her all along, he had just circled around and come up behind her without her noticing. Of course, what could she have done even if she had noticed? She was powerless. Ouyang Qian had already given up. She'd let the man do whatever he wanted. Maybe if he got his fill, he wouldn't hurt her anymore. Ouyang Qian obediently closed her eyes, awaiting her fate. The man embraced her from behind, one hand cupping her chin, the other pulling at the rope binding her thighs. "Mmm... mmm..." She let out a couple of involuntary moans and then remained still. Whatever this man wanted, he could have it. Honestly, Ouyang Qian found herself thinking that perhaps it would be better if he just... did it. He didn't seem to intend to harm her. So, perhaps a little anticipation wasn't so bad. The man noticed Ouyang Qian's right leg trembling. Her body was slumping, and she clearly couldn't hold on much longer. Though her eyes were closed, Ouyang Qian could feel the man untying her left foot from the rope. He then released it from its folded position. After being suspended for so long, the feeling of her feet touching the ground was incredibly relieving, and her sense of security surged. Then, the man untied Ouyang Qian from the tree trunk. Supporting her from behind, he walked her two steps to the base of the tree. He then re-bound her knees and ankles together side-by-side. Finally, he stood her against the tree and tied her there. Although Ouyang Qian was now even more restricted than before, this change in position filled her with immense gratitude. At least she wouldn't be crippled. In this state, she could hold on until someone came to rescue her. While the man hadn't harmed her, he hadn't freed her either, and he had taken liberties. Yet, Ouyang Qian found herself feeling a strange fondness for him. Even if he were to do... those things to her now... she would be willing. However, the man didn't do anything further. He simply caressed her warm cheek before turning and leaving. Only when she heard his footsteps receding did Ouyang Qian reluctantly open her eyes, watching his retreating figure in the dim light. On the deck, Ling Qing had already untied the slipknot on her wrists and freed herself from the mast. She pulled off the silk stocking covering her eyes and mouth and took a deep breath. In a flash, she removed all the ropes binding her body, not bothering to tidy them up, and simply left them on the second-floor deck. She descended the stairs and saw Han Jing still tied to the railing, exposed to the wind. Ling Qing rushed over and removed all the coverings from Han Jing's face, including the gag. "Sis... Sis... help... help me..." As soon as she opened her eyes and saw Ling Qing standing before her, unharmed, Han Jing's anxious heart finally settled. Ling Qing skillfully untied Han Jing from the railing and removed all the ropes binding her, completely liberating Han Jing from the posture she would likely never forget. Han Jing sat weakly on the deck, supporting herself with her hands, looking up at Ling Qing. She let out a sob and could no longer hold back. She threw herself at Ling Qing, hugging her tightly, and burst into tears. This time, there was no pretense, she cried like a child. Han Jing's true emotions poured out as she sobbed uncontrollably. The two girls embraced, completely naked, ignoring the red rope marks that had branded their skin. After calming down, the two girls didn't say much more and ran together to Mu Ya. Seeing that Mu Ya's toes had already been untied, Ling Qing knew clearly that the man had been to Mu Ya. He must have untied them; Mu Ya certainly couldn't have done it herself. As for whether he had done anything to Mu Ya, only they would know. "Cough... you almost killed me..." Mu Ya's mouth, just freed by Ling Qing, was the first to speak. "Who was that? Was that your arranged entertainment? A bit excessive, don't you think?" "I'll free you all first. I'll explain everything in the room... Can you walk back on your own?" Ling Qing didn't say more. She unbound Mu Ya completely. Before the weakened Mu Ya could even get up, Ling Qing, pulling Han Jing along, ran to find Ouyang Qian. Han Jing didn't say anything, just followed along. Glancing back, she saw Mu Ya slowly getting to her feet and then stopped paying attention to her. Turning the corner of the villa, they saw Ouyang Qian tied to a tree. Ling Qing knew Ouyang Qian hadn't escaped his "care" either. Seeing Ouyang Qian's dazed expression, Ling Qing felt a pang of sympathy. After all, she was particularly fond of this youngest one. As all the restraints on Ouyang Qian were removed, she collapsed into the arms of Ling Qing and Han Jing. "Sis... I... I thought I was going to die here today..." As the rope tightened bit by bit, Ling Qing's heart pounded in her throat. To be honest, when it came to tying up girls, Ling Qing actually preferred being tied up herself. Besides her boyfriend, Ling Qing's absolute favorite was Mu Ya's rope artistry. The two sisters had grown up together, and there was no need for words; they always knew what the other was thinking. Ling Qing had had quite a few boyfriends. If her current one wasn't particularly skilled in that area, she might have already gotten bored and kicked him to the curb. As for marriage, she had never even considered it. She believed that life was meant to be enjoyed. To savor it, not waste her precious youth. Therefore, she was very open-minded about those matters, willing to try anything as long as it wouldn't cause irreparable harm to her body. Even minor injuries were acceptable. Of course, she wasn't the type to indulge in extreme fetishes. Ling Qing's boundaries were quite clear. Moreover, the most important thing was that she only shared her true desires with Mu Ya. Even her boyfriend was merely a tool for her to experience carnal pleasure. Of course, this current boyfriend was, for now, her favorite, so she was quite liberal with the boundaries she set for him. "You little thing, look at that insatiable look on your face," Mu Ya said, crossing Ling Qing's wrists behind her back and tying them tightly. She then grabbed Ling Qing's delicate short hair, pulling her head back towards herself. "Waiting for your big sister to teach you a good lesson, huh?" "Y-yes (sister)..." Ling Qing panted softly. Just being tied up like this had already made her incredibly excited. Through the tight gag, she could only manage muffled moans. "Mmm... mmm..." "That's a good girl." Seeing how quickly Ling Qing got into character, Mu Ya certainly wasn't going to hold back. She herself enjoyed playing with Ling Qing like this, and after what happened to her on the beach last time, she felt she deserved a little revenge. Today, she was going to show this little girl a thing or two. Mu Ya didn't like to talk much at this point. She simply yanked Ling Qing's arms forcefully, roughly dragging her to the second-floor banister. The banister was about a meter high, made of sturdy wood. The distance from the banister to the railing on the wall "Heh heh, good sister, just you wait. I haven't even tried these new toys yet." Ling Qing muttered to herself as she took out her boxes of gadgets, the kind that were clearly a woman's enemy. Since Mu Ya wasn't going anywhere, she might as well have some fun first. She picked out a strangely shaped device, which, judging by its appearance, seemed capable of stimulating multiple areas at once. The thought alone made her excited. Ling Qing lay down on the bed, closed her eyes, and, following the instructions, inserted the toy into herself. She connected the power, and with a slight press of the remote... "Ah!! Aah!!" Ling Qing's body trembled violently, stiffening on the bed as if an electric current had coursed through her. The sudden, intense stimulation made it hard to believe this was just the lowest setting. She knew her own body well and understood that if she used this toy at its maximum setting, lasting more than a minute would be a victory. Ling Qing clutched the remote tightly. The waves of sensation that washed over her were irresistible. This thing wasn't meant for her... but she couldn't stop the feeling. It was too stimulating, too intense... too... too... "Ah... ahh..." As her lower body became slick, Ling Qing's entire being reached its peak. In just a few minutes, she was completely conquered by this nameless little toy. And this was only on the lowest setting. If someone were to tie her up and force this on her, wouldn't she pass out? Would that be too cruel? Honestly, Ling Qing didn't want to experience the ferocity of this toy again. Otherwise, she was sure she'd get addicted and lose herself. It seemed this toy was perfect for the good sister in the living room. Haha, Ling Qing perked up, eagerly anticipating seeing Mu Ya's ecstatic, convulsing reaction. She then sauntered back into the living room, holding the toy that had instantly sent her to heaven. "Mmm!! Mmm!!!" As soon as Mu Ya saw Ling Qing approaching, she twisted her upper body and cried out to her. Ling Qing glanced at the toy in her hand, wondering if this woman knew how powerful it was and was already scared? Haha, fine, she'd make her cry first... Huh?! Her body suddenly lost its balance as a thick arm wrapped around her neck from behind, pulling her back. With a sweep of a foot at her heels, Ling Qing was on the floor before she could even scream. Already weakened from her ordeal, and having just brought herself to the brink of ecstasy, Ling Qing was completely caught off guard. Her hands were easily bound behind her back. It wasn't until the ropes tightened around her wrists that Ling Qing snapped out of her daze. What the hell, not again? She still vividly remembered the surprise attack on the beach last time. She'd healed from her wounds and forgotten the pain, and now, after such a short time, she was subdued in the same way. And in front of different sisters, no less. Seeing Ling Qing so easily subdued by the man who had just entered through the main door in less than two minutes, Mu Ya, who was tied to the coffee table, could only let out a sigh of relief. In fact, after overhearing Yu Bo and Ling Qing's conversation in the villa last time, Mu Ya had already guessed who this man was. However, the man had treated her with respect, not taking advantage of her vulnerable state. Moreover, when she was at her most uncomfortable, he had even untied the damn ropes from her toes, which had brought her considerable relief, so she hadn't pursued it further. This time, Mu Ya was unfazed. When the man had opened the door himself and seen her, he had been surprised but hadn't done anything, merely checking if her restraints were secure. Mu Ya was certain that Ling Qing had no idea the man would return home. Perhaps this was their way of communicating their intimate desires. The man simply bound Ling Qing's wrists, arms, ankles, and thighs, then slung her over his shoulder. Something was stuffed into Ling Qing's mouth, making it bulge, and it was wrapped multiple times with tape, ensuring she couldn't spit it out. The man tossed Ling Qing onto the sofa, picked up the fierce toy Ling Qing had been holding to pleasure Mu Ya, fiddled with it for a moment, then positioned Ling Qing face down. He roughly tore off her thin panties. Ignoring Ling Qing's frantic struggles with her bound limbs, he pushed the toy back into her body, this time with a strap tightly secured to ensure it wouldn't fall out. Seeing the man pick up the remote, Ling Qing's face turned ashen. She had already experienced how intense this toy was, and she knew he wouldn't stop easily if he turned it on. She was completely unable to resist in her current state... "Mmm... Aah!!" Before Ling Qing could even think, the man turned the toy on, setting it to medium, which was more than twice as intense as before. Ling Qing fell off the sofa, desperately trying to squeeze her legs together to lessen the overwhelming stimulation. But the harder she tried, the more aggressive the toy became. It even made Ling Qing want to beg for mercy, but her mouth was stuffed too full. She couldn't express her conquered inner state at all. Ling Qing could only kneel by the sofa, her head bowed, pressing her forehead against the floor. Tears welled up in her eyes. She didn't know if she was losing control of her bladder or experiencing an overwhelming climax, but her lower body was already a flood of uncontrollable sensation. This, she could truly say, was her own doing... The man sat on the sofa, watching with satisfaction as Ling Qing, no longer able to maintain even a kneeling position, lay on her side on the floor. He occasionally glanced at Mu Ya but didn't pay her much attention. Although Mu Ya's current state was one that any man would take advantage of, she felt a sliver of trust towards this man. Being tied up wasn't uncomfortable, so she decided to let things be. It was a good opportunity to observe the situation. As the man watched Ling Qing writhe intensely for a while before slowly stopping, he knew she was done for. Even if he released her, she probably wouldn't be able to stand. Of course, the man didn't know that Ling Qing had already been tormented by Mu Ya to the point of being almost inhuman before he arrived. His actions now were undoubtedly adding insult to injury, leaving Ling Qing in a state of "candle in the wind" both mentally and physically. Just as the man turned off the remote and helped Ling Qing up, preparing to remove the toy she now deeply resented, the doorbell rang. What perfect timing. Couldn't these two troublesome girls have come a minute later? At least let him remove this thing first. Ling Qing prayed that the man wouldn't turn the toy back on. She truly couldn't take it anymore. However, Ling Qing, who usually didn't pray, seemed to have prayed to the wrong deity. The man turned the toy back on, albeit on the lowest setting, before going to see who was at the door. Through the peephole, the man saw Han Jing and Ouyang Qian laughing and chatting as they waited for the door to be opened. Although Han Jing had been blindfolded and gagged last time, the man quickly recognized her by her hairstyle. As for Ouyang Qian, the man was even more familiar with her; he had even moved her to a different location to tie her up. He had seen all four girls and had, to varying degrees, "handled" them. Seeing the four sisters gathered together, the man clearly understood their purpose. Of course, he was an uninvited guest again today, and there was no better time than the present to witness the unfolding events. Mu Ya slowly woke up, her body feeling so strange. Her head ached terribly, but she was gradually coming to. Her eyes fluttered open. Her mouth was incredibly dry, like the aftermath of heavy drinking without any water, a hangover sensation. Her mouth was stuffed full, and she recognized the texture – likely pantyhose. It wasn't the first time her mouth had been gagged like this. Was she tied up? She couldn't move her body, and every inch of her ached. Damn Ling Qing, if he wanted to tie her up, he should have just said so. It's not like she would have refused! He promised not to play these surprise games, and he still drugged her? She'd skin him alive if he did! What kind of position was she in? Let's see… What? Why was she so far from the ground? And this feeling of complete insecurity… weightless, yet bound so tightly it hurt… Mu Ya looked down. All she could see were two bell-adorned clamps on her magnificent breasts swaying beneath her, and nothing of her feet. This position made even turning her head difficult… but Mu Ya had to confirm her current state… Fuck!!! He actually had her in a spread eagle suspension… and so professionally. Mu Ya was suspended horizontally, her hands bound behind her back in a reverse hogtie, cinched so tightly there was no room to move. The ropes were also professional, wrapped around her chest four or five times above and below. A "V" shape was tied across her chest, making the binding of her breasts even more pronounced. Her upper body was completely bare. Her clothes were tossed less than two meters away… Mu Ya twisted her body with all her might… Good! Utterly useless, except to make her look like a pathetic worm to anyone watching. The rope around her waist wasn't as tight, probably considering the suspension and to avoid injury. But the rope between her legs was another story, digging directly into her flesh… Her panties had been removed. And something had definitely been inserted into her, because Mu Ya could feel a fullness inside her… but the object was behaving itself for now, not moving erratically or causing her further distress. Her legs? Spread apart and bound? That was somewhat merciful, just ropes connecting her ankles, looped around a tree trunk, and then pulled back to be tied to her thighs. A simple binding, but one she couldn't undo. Mu Ya knew clearly that getting her into this perfect spread eagle suspension, with her legs also elevated this high, would have been impossible for one person, especially while she was unconscious. Damn it! How dare he ambush me! Right, what about Han Jing? She drank that water too, and… she had fainted right in front of her… Where had she been taken? Mu Ya looked around. It wasn't night, and visibility was clear, but she couldn't see Han Jing. She could only vaguely make out Han Jing's jacket and shoes discarded under a tree about ten meters ahead… No need to guess, she was definitely tied up. Just where and how, she had no idea. Her mouth was stuffed so tightly, she couldn't even scream. There was no choice. Although this was uncomfortable, it was better not to struggle, lest she run out of energy when things got rougher later… With this kind of binding, Mu Ya couldn't think of any better way out than to give up resistance. "Mmm… cough…" As the fierce object inside her suddenly writhed, Mu Ya involuntarily began to struggle… What… what was this thing? She had never experienced anything like it. "Fierce" didn't even begin to describe it. And it was inserted so deeply… You… you bastard… damn Ling Qing, you… you remember this… Ahhhh!!!! It came on too fast. She wasn't mentally prepared, and the thing was perfectly positioned, thrusting at its maximum… Anyone would be overwhelmed. This soul-shattering sensation, in fact, Han Jing had already subjected her to that day on the building. Mu Ya was already uncomfortable being suspended here, her mouth gagged so tightly that her breathing was labored. Coupled with the incessant stimulation from this tormenting little thing, Mu Ya felt it was even more effective than the drug. She was on the verge of passing out again. The person holding the remote control must be nearby. Otherwise, this wireless device wouldn't be controllable from this distance… Perhaps they were right behind her. But knowing where they were was useless. Bound like this, even if the person walked up to her from a hundred meters away, what could she do? There was no choice. Mu Ya couldn't bear the thing inside her any longer. She could only lower her head, trying to relax her body a little, to alleviate some of the discomfort. As soon as her head drooped, she saw… a pair of feet standing directly behind her. That cloak!!! That cloak!! It was him!! Bastard! He dared to scheme against her again! Mu Ya was furious! Truly furious, she twisted her body with all her might, protesting! Though she was only wearing a flimsy dress that covered nothing. The pantyhose on her feet were already soaked with saliva in her mouth, and her shoes were discarded next to her clothes. In this state, what could she do but regret her carelessness? Then, Mu Ya felt hands grasp her spread legs. At this suspended height, she was likely at the level of this person's waist… Could it be… would he…? That's right, the rope between her legs was being untied. Mu Ya knew very well what this person was about to do to her. It was ironic, really. That rope had been digging into her crotch, so tight, causing both stimulation and discomfort. But now, it was the last barrier that could protect her. But it was only a matter of time before this barrier was undone, breached. As the ridiculously large, inanimate object inside her was also pulled out… Mu Ya's prayers reached their peak intensity… Please! Please keep your promise… Please… don't… don't do this… Ahhhh… The man beneath her had just finished. Han Jing's insides were already slick and foul with his fluids. With the help of the leader, she was forced back down, his cock still in her mouth. The leader yanked her hair, her body filthy, her hair a mess. Yet, her mouth was still being violently rammed, again and again. Her throat was red and swollen, but the man showed no signs of stopping. Another man, who hadn't yet participated, arrived. Seeing the filth that was Han Jing's excrement, he decisively pulled the plug from her anus. Without regard for its cleanliness, he then forcefully thrust into Han Jing's long-guarded forbidden place, driving all the way in. Tears streamed down Han Jing's cheeks. The pain, originating from the depths of her organs, was something Han Jing couldn't describe... Her bound limbs rendered her completely helpless. Of course, even if she weren't bound, she would have had no strength left to resist... Already incontinent, Han Jing's unfocused gaze and broken body were like a candle in the wind. But the torment continued. The three men were racing against time, for they had no idea what "if she was still intact" meant to Mu Ya... They could only exert all their might, brutally ravaging her. Excluding direct physical harm, they employed every despicable tactic they could against a woman, even those that disgusted them. A large stain of filth covered the floor, and several discarded syringes, meant for enemas, lay scattered about... The once elegant office was now filled with such disgusting matter that it made one sick to look at... Yet, Han Jing remained spread-eagle, bound to the coffee table, her mouth stuffed with her own urine-soaked underwear. Several layers of tape sealed her face, preventing Han Jing from spitting out the foulness... What had been inserted into her nether regions, she couldn't tell. It felt like something alive, yet also dead... Her anus was held open by a metal hook. The hook's tip was rounded, gripping tightly but without pain. This was how it was used. Han Jing was utterly silent. Such humiliation, such torment, such a complete disregard for her humanity... it was pure hell... Her dignity and self-respect were utterly ravaged... Only the occasional thrusting motion served as a reminder that she was still alive. Three hours were nearly up. The three men, having exhausted nearly every method, looked at Han Jing's current state and couldn't bear to look any longer. Though they were thugs, though they had committed many heinous acts, this time... the torment they inflicted on Han Jing for these three hours... even they felt they were unworthy of being called human. Seeing Han Jing's almost imperceptible breaths, the men ceased all activity. Now, they would await the arrival of the female demon to inspect their work. Their lives, or deaths, rested entirely on Mu Ya's whim. As the door opened again, Yu Bo and his entourage escorted Mu Ya back into the office. Mu Ya had changed into a white qipao with hints of pink, and the oil-paper umbrella in her hand was now pure white...