Romantic Medical Immortal

Chapter 414: Whipping Her with a Leather Whip

Yang Cheng strode into the room, tossing Cheng Ruonan onto the bed and yanking off the sheet that covered her.

"Finally caught you. I want to see what you really look like!"

He reached out and tore the veil from Cheng Ruonan’s face, revealing delicate, lotus-petal features, perfectly proportioned, her skin paler than snow, beautiful eyes shimmering with unshed tears, glaring at him with fury.

Faced with such astonishing beauty, Yang Cheng’s breath caught for a moment. Then he quickly reached for the silver needle at her throat and removed it.

"Cough, cough..."

Cheng Ruonan coughed violently a few times, her voice tinged with anger: "What exactly do you want? Let go of me!"

"You’ve tried to kill Ye Ling’Er over and over. If I let you go, you’d just look for another chance to strike."

Yang Cheng leaned in, his gaze burning unwaveringly at her.

"Tell me, who sent you?"

"I won’t say anything. Forget it, you might as well give up now."

Cheng Ruonan was impossibly stubborn. She couldn’t expose any information about the Ten Thousand Poisons Sect. If she did, the Sect Leader would never let her go—and besides, she’d never be able to get the intel she was after.

"I had planned to use some serious interrogation on you tonight. Definitely would have gotten you to talk. But someone as hardened as you—professional killer, tough bones—so I decided to try something different."

Yang Cheng’s smile was cold and sinister as he picked up a pair of handcuffs from the sofa and walked toward Cheng Ruonan.

"What are you doing?!"

Cheng Ruonan’s eyes widened as Yang Cheng closed the distance, snapped pink cuffs on her wrists, fastening her hands to the bedhead.

"Since you booked a fantasy suite, it’d be a waste not to try out these little toys, right? You pick. Which one do you like?"

Yang Cheng pointed to an array of little toys displayed on the sofa.

Cheng Ruonan’s limbs felt numb, but she could still move her head a little. Tilting it up, she saw Yang Cheng choosing at the edge of the sofa: little whips, and some large, intimidatingly shaped objects—just looking at them was enough to make her uneasy.

"I didn’t choose this room! I just wanted to stay next door to you. How was I supposed to know it was a fantasy suite? Please, don’t do this to me."

Cheng Ruonan’s voice was soft, almost whimpering, the pleading tremor making Yang Cheng’s heart melt.

But the prettier a woman, the more dangerous her allure. Yang Cheng wouldn’t be hypnotized by a few words of begging.

No matter what, tonight he was getting this woman to talk, to wring something useful from her mouth.

To be a bodyguard and end up here... truly one-of-a-kind experience.

"Since you won’t pick, I’ll do it for you. Let’s start with this one, shall we?"

Yang Cheng picked up a small leather whip and flashed a wicked grin at Cheng Ruonan.

Cheng Ruonan’s body instantly tensed, and she shouted frantically, "You... you bastard!"

"Me, a bastard? What about the day you deliberately seduced me, then tried to kill me when I wasn’t on guard? Today’s the day I settle that score!"

Yang Cheng gritted his teeth as he spoke. Good thing he’d dodged just in time that day—otherwise, even his little buddy might’ve been hurt.

He walked to the bed, yanked up Cheng Ruonan’s shirt, exposing her smooth, ivory skin, then brought the leather whip down experimentally.

With a crisp "pa," a red mark bloomed across her pale skin.

Cheng Ruonan bit her lip, stifling a grunt, her beautiful eyes glaring at him in outrage.

She’d only booked the room to be closer to them, to make her move easier—how could she have known it was a fantasy suite? If she’d known, not a chance she would have checked in.

From the moment she stepped inside, she’d sensed something was wrong, but her urgency to complete the mission had made her overlook the details.

And now, all these little toys were being used on her!

"Don’t you feel anything at all? Are you really that numb?"

Yang Cheng raised the whip and struck her again. Her body trembled; even her full, supple breasts quivered from the impact.

The view in front of him was enough to make Yang Cheng’s mouth go dry. He grabbed her soft, full chest with his big hand, then tore away her white lace bra.

"Are you going to talk or not? If you don’t, I’ll just keep beating you."

Yang Cheng raised the whip and threatened her.

"I won’t say a word! If you’ve got the guts, beat me to death!"

Cheng Ruonan spoke with a hard edge, but she could tell that Yang Cheng was the kind of man who cherished women—he wouldn’t really kill her, at most he’d just torment her a bit.

As a professional assassin, this kind of pain was nothing to her. She could just grit her teeth and get through it.

"Such a stubborn mouth—guess I won’t bother being gentle."

Yang Cheng aimed at her soft, tender breasts and whipped them a few times. Her fair skin instantly turned pink, and those tips grew firmer, sticking out.

"Mmm ah~~"

Cheng Ruonan moaned softly, her body tingling, numb and delicious. Compared to pain, this sensation was even harder to handle.

She’d been cultivating a Dual Cultivation Technique, so her desires were always intense. But she had no intention of losing her virginity, always handling her needs herself.

Now, after a few lashes, the lust inside her ignited all at once, burning through her body, making her feel feverish, hot liquid rushing between her legs.

"Damn, you’re pretty sensitive."

Yang Cheng reached out, pinching her nipples with his fingers, laughing lightly, "Beaten so red, now I almost don’t want to hit you anymore."

"Bastard!"

Cheng Ruonan growled through clenched teeth, shame and resentment written all over her face.

"Today, I get to be a bastard for real. Let’s see how tough your mouth stays."

Yang Cheng finished speaking and reached to take off her pants.

"No! Let go of me!"

Cheng Ruonan yelled, feeling sensation returning to her body, and began struggling in earnest.

Still, her strength was too weak now—her resistance just looked like she was teasing, half rejecting, half inviting.

Her pants were quickly yanked off, leaving just a pair of white lace panties. Her long, smooth legs squeezed together, hiding the delicate spot in between.

Yang Cheng climbed onto the bed, spread her legs, and whipped her tender spot a few times.

"Aaah..."

Cheng Ruonan couldn’t help moaning, her body trembling uncontrollably.

The whip stung a little on her skin, but down there, it was like electricity—she jerked, spasming, even wetter between her thighs.

"Feels pretty damn good, huh? So much juice pouring out!"

Yang Cheng teased, laughing.

"Shut up! Acting all refined, but you’re filthier than anyone!"

Cheng Ruonan was mortified, doing her best to control herself, shocked that just a few lashes had her dripping wet.

"I haven’t even gotten really filthy yet!"

Yang Cheng smirked, tossing the whip aside.

Cheng Ruonan’s breathing grew rough. She wondered if he’d finally take care of her himself.

She wasn’t exactly willing right now, but if she could sleep with someone with the Pure Yang Dragon Physique and receive his essence, her cultivation would leap forward.

This was a golden opportunity!

Cheng Ruonan bit her lip, heart conflicted, resisting but hoping—her whole face flushed with embarrassment.

All those years, she’d guarded her virginity. Even though she cultivated Dual Cultivation Techniques, she’d only absorbed Spiritual Energy from her disciples, never letting anyone touch her, all in hopes of finding someone truly fated.