Chapter 33: This Is What You Call a Pain in the Ass

Seeing the two of them talking past each other, Mo Yiran spoke up to remind them: "Qian'er, didn't you want revenge? The person is right in front of you now, why say so much? Play with him however you like!"

Zhao Mingyu’s legs nearly gave way upon hearing this. Play with him however she likes? Does she think I'm a toy?

Prompted by Mo Yiran, Yuan Qian'er immediately looked at Zhao Mingyu with a grin and said, "Little Zhao-Zhao, Big Sister is going to treat you ever so well!"

To Zhao Mingyu, this harmless expression looked like that of a demon. He gulped, took a few steps back, and stammered, "D-don't mess around! My father is the Chancellor, and my sister is Imperial Concubine Zhao. If you hurt me, they won't let you off!"

"Oh, the Chancellor, the Imperial Concubine, I'm so scared! Let me tell you, my backers are Mo Yiran and the Emperor himself. When you tried to touch me, why didn't you think about whether they would let you off? Now that you're saying this to me, it's too late!"

Yuan Qian'er turned to Mo Yiran and said, "Mo Yiran, didn't you ask me this morning what 'ball-ache' meant? Now, let me show you exactly what it looks like!"

With that, she seized a moment when Zhao Mingyu was off guard and delivered a fierce kick straight to his manhood!

"Agh...!" Zhao Mingyu immediately clutched his crotch, rolling on the ground in agony.

Nearby, the eunuchs couldn't help but squeeze their legs together. Good heavens, even though we can't feel the pain, that kick looked brutal! The Zhao family only has this one heir; she’s effectively ending their bloodline!

Yuan Qian'er pointed at the writhing Zhao Mingyu as if teaching a schoolchild and said to Mo Yiran, "See? That’s what you call ball-ache!"

Mo Yiran’s mouth twitched. It certainly wasn't a pleasant term. He felt a deep curiosity about the world Yuan Qian'er came from—how could it have such strange expressions?

"Qian'er, what next? How else do you want to torment him?"

"Hmph, someone come here! Strip all his upper garments off. I’m going to unleash the Soul-Chasing, Life-Taking Pinch. I’m going to pinch this pig to death!" Yuan Qian'er ordered the eunuchs.

The eunuchs glanced at Mo Yiran, and seeing him nod, they swarmed forward, stripping Zhao Mingyu bare in a few swift motions.

Yuan Qian'er was about to step forward to do it herself, but Mo Yiran held her back. "Qian'er, let others do this kind of thing. Don't touch him; he's filthy."

Thinking it over, she agreed and nodded. "You're right. Just looking at this dead stud-pig makes me sick! You two, come here—one on each side—grab his nipples and pinch and twist with all your might. Don't stop until he begs for mercy!"

The two eunuchs named looked at each other, filled with confusion: What kind of new technique is this? Despite their bewilderment, they complied.

"Awoo...!" "Ah!" "Argh!" Zhao Mingyu’s pig-like shrieks rang out through the Imperial Garden. Feeling that wasn't enough, Yuan Qian'er added another kick to his manhood.

"AAAAHHH!!!" The eunuchs and maids watching from the sidelines lowered their heads, not daring to look. This girl was too ruthless, specifically targeting the three most sensitive spots on a man's body! They offered a silent prayer for Zhao Mingyu.

Listening to the wailing, Yuan Qian'er leaned against Mo Yiran in high spirits, humming a little tune. Who told him to provoke her? He deserved it!

Mo Yiran patted her head dotingly and said, "Is it getting too noisy? How about we cut out his tongue so he can't scream anymore?"

"No need, just wait until he begs for mercy. There's no need to go that far!" Yuan Qian'er didn't want to witness such a bloody scene.

This Zhao Mingyu actually had some backbone; he hadn't begged once despite being tormented for so long. Yuan Qian'er was starting to lose interest and was just about to tell the eunuchs to stop and try a different method, when someone else beat her to it and called for a halt.