novelraw Chapter 29: Punishing the Naughty Cat!
Chapter 29: Punishing the Naughty Cat!
Ding Heng held Zhao Yanxi's slender ankle tightly, feeling a cool and soft touch in his palm.
The thin white silk was almost transparent, clearly revealing the skin color and pale blue veins on the instep.
The arch of her foot was beautifully curved, and a few toes curled slightly at the front of the stockings, with rounded toe tips that had a faint pink hue.
He put on a stern face: "You naughty cat, you made me lose points."
Zhao Yanxi lost her balance as Ding Heng grabbed one of her feet, forcing her to brace herself against the armrest of the gaming chair.
But upon hearing the question, she showed no fear. Instead, her eyes sparkled, and she retorted in a soft, coquettish tone, "Then... how do you plan to punish the disobedient kitten?"
Ding Heng reached out with his other hand and gently scraped the sole of Zhao Yanxi's foot with his fingers.
"Ah! It tickles! Hahaha... Stop, stop messing around..."
When Ding Heng scratched Zhao Yanxi, she immediately felt unbearably itchy and burst into laughter, but she still tried to keep up appearances.
"But is that all you've got? Hmph... Not at all... Hahaha... Not impressive at all..."
Ding Heng immediately stopped, and Zhao Yanxi, having just caught her breath, thought the punishment was over.
The next second, Ding Heng suddenly exerted force with his thumb, precisely pressing on a certain acupoint on the sole of her foot!
"Awooo—!!!"
A sharp cry of pain escaped Zhao Yanxi's throat. She felt as if she had been electrocuted, her body instantly stiffening. Her grip on the handrail loosened, and she only managed to stay upright because Ding Heng was holding onto her ankle.
"Ouch... Ouch... It hurts... I was so wrong... Ouch... Not there!"
She winced in pain, her features contorted, all traces of her previous coquettishness and provocation vanished, leaving only frantic pleas for mercy.
Ding Heng pressed down again with increased force.
"Ugh—!"
Zhao Yanxi's body suddenly leaned back, her neck stretched out, and her eyes rolled upwards uncontrollably, revealing a large area of white.
He gasped for breath, almost as if suffocating, and his knuckles turned white from gripping the edge of the chair.
Seeing her strong reaction, Ding Heng quickly let go.
Zhao Yanxi slumped in the chair like a fish out of water, panting heavily, her chest heaving violently. It took her a long time to refocus her eyes, and a fine layer of cold sweat appeared on her forehead.
Ding Heng suddenly remembered that Zhao Yanxi had vaguely said when she was drunk that day that she was "extremely afraid of pain".
It seems this wasn't a joke; her pain tolerance appears to be much lower than average, and her reaction is exceptionally intense.
Ding Heng stopped "punishing" her and reached out to slap her white-stockinged thigh with a light touch, making a crisp "smack" sound.
Then he gave a stern order: "Stop fooling around, go and change your clothes back."
It took Zhao Yanxi a while to recover, her eyes welling up with tears and redness.
She bit her lip, still defiant, and glared at Ding Heng with her neck stiff: "You, you keep going! If you have the guts, then... then keep torturing me, I'm not going to change!"
Ding Heng was both angry and amused. He rubbed his temples and reluctantly gave in: "I'm scared of you, okay? If this keeps up, I really can't hold it in anymore."
I was annoyed by Wenjing's photos early this morning, and when I tried to distract myself by playing games, Zhao Yanxi teased me.
Ding Heng felt like a powder keg ready to explode at any moment, his rationality taut and tightly wound.
The man's honesty and submission stunned Zhao Yanxi, and the grievance on her face was instantly replaced by a sly smile.
She tilted her head slightly, feigning ignorance, and asked, "Can't hold it in? Can't hold it in what?"
Ding Heng sighed, "I'm begging you, please?"
Hearing Ding Heng "beg" her, Zhao Yanxi hummed contentedly twice, her chin slightly raised, like a kitten that had won a fight.
"That's more like it."
After getting up and putting on her slippers, Zhao Yanxi limped towards the restroom to change back into her workout clothes.
Ding Heng sat down in front of the computer again, feeling even more tired than after playing games all afternoon. He was just about to close his eyes and rest for a bit—
"Bang! Crash!!"
"ah--!"
A dull thud followed by Zhao Yanxi's short, panicked scream!
Ding Heng's heart tightened, and he rushed to the bathroom in the living room.
The bathroom door was half-open, and the inside was a mess.
For some unknown reason, the old metal faucet connected to the sink suddenly broke off at the base. Freed from its restraints, the tap water gushed out violently under the pressure of the pipes, like a small fountain. The water jet shot straight up to the ceiling and then cascaded down, instantly turning the entire bathroom into a water curtain cave.
Zhao Yanxi, who was standing in front of the sink, was the first to be affected.
Before she could even change out of her thin nurse's uniform, she was drenched in cold water.
The pink and white cropped top clung tightly to her body, becoming almost transparent, clearly outlining the contours of her matching underwear and her skin tone.
The white stockings were soaked with water, clinging tightly to her slender legs. Water droplets rolled down the fabric, glistening in the sunlight.
The entire person, from top to bottom, is almost completely visible.
The cold water made her shiver slightly, and her purple hair clung wetly to her cheeks and neck.
She was clearly terrified and even tried to block the raging water with her hands, only to be splashed even more and become even more disheveled.
Wet, almost translucent, curves fully revealed... an unconscious allure amidst panic!
Ding Heng's mind went blank for a moment, and the anger he had barely managed to suppress suddenly surged up again like dry tinder doused with oil!