"Ah!" Zhang Qian cried out in shock, a slight stinging sensation coming from that part of her body. Because she couldn't see it, her feeling was even stronger, and after the stinging, she felt a burning sensation there.

It wasn't pain, but a burning heat.

"What does it feel like now?" Xu Feng asked again.

"I don't know, don't ask me," Zhang Qian shook her head, beginning to want to retreat.

Xu Feng was not satisfied and lashed her on the other side.

"Ah!" Zhang Qian cried out again, unable to help but clutch her two mounds, realizing that the places where she was whipped were being replaced by another feeling.

This was an effect that her husband had never been able to achieve despite much effort.

Was this why women in movies surrendered?

Xu Feng then hit her hand and said, "Take your hand away, don't block that place."

This time, Zhang Qian obediently took her hand away.

Xu Feng continued, each time hitting harder than the last, each position different, each feeling different, but all making Zhang Qian's body tremble.

She really couldn't hold on any longer; her clothes felt like restraints to her, and she wanted to undo them herself.

But every time she moved, Xu Feng would order her to stop, and she had no thought of resisting, only enduring her own discomfort.

Xu Feng saw every reaction of Zhang Qian and naturally knew that she was now gradually getting into the swing of things.

Looking down at the woman, he said to Zhang Qian during a break, "If you want to do something, you have to learn from the people in the movies."

Zhang Qian thought about the scene she had just watched, where a woman, unable to hold back, would beg a man and even say some lines that lacked self-respect. She would never do such a thing when she was sober, but now she had completely forgotten that she could refuse. After Xu Feng reminded her, she spoke in the tone of the woman in the movie: 'Please let me take off the things on me, I'm feeling very uncomfortable.' 'I beg you.'

Xu Feng was satisfied and said to Zhang Qian in a condescending manner, 'Alright, I agree to your request, you do it yourself.'

Zhang Qian didn't feel humiliated, instead, she was very grateful to Xu Feng for allowing her to be freed.

Xu Feng watched as she eagerly shed all her clothes, and this time he didn't lift a finger; it was Zhang Qian who undressed herself.

After checking the movie's progress, Xu Feng began to change to other props, his actions becoming bolder because Zhang Qian had thrown away her clothes, making it more convenient for him.

If Zhang Qian had just felt novelty and excitement before, then Xu Feng truly gave her an experience of ultimate bliss.

Xu Feng's methods were not as simple as just a whip.

She even felt that these things were better than what her husband could offer.

Seeing her face in a daze and himself sweating profusely, Xu Feng stopped and said to her, 'Now, listen carefully to the questions in the movie, and then honestly tell me your feelings.' Zhang Qian nodded in understanding.

'Do you really not feel this kind of happiness with your husband?' the person in the movie asked the protagonist.

Zhang Qian had already immersed herself in the role and honestly answered, 'Yes.'

'Then are you happy now? Do you want to continue feeling this happy?'

"Answer me honestly," he said. "I want to," Zhang Qian replied, awkwardly straightening her body. Although she had felt pleasure before, Xu Feng had stopped before she could fully satisfy herself, leaving her like a thirsty little bitch. "Then remember this, I will make sure you get a hundred percent satisfaction when you need it," the man in the movie said. Xu Feng had been waiting for this moment. He wanted Zhang Qian to experience this new kind of pleasure without giving her true satisfaction, specifically to get her to agree to his words under these circumstances. As long as Zhang Qian responded, he would succeed. But Zhang Qian didn't answer. She liked the feeling she had now and wanted physical satisfaction from Xu Feng, but she still had her pride; she couldn't refuse, nor could she agree. "I—I—" The words were on the tip of her tongue, but she just couldn't say them.