Chapter 619 - 371: Zhao Duoduo’s Day of Suffering (Part 4)

"Who are you threatening with expulsion? This trick might scare Li Peifeng, but what use is it against us?"

"Haha, are you out of your mind? Do you think being from Beihua Normal gives you any authority over me, who’s from Yandu University?"

"I...my dad is the Vice Dean of Yandu University!"

Zhao Qingge really let her tongue slip, making Huang Tianxuan laugh uncontrollably: "Just a branch’s dean, are you joking with me? I was admitted with two academicians nodding and the secretary signing off, Old Zhao, you’re way out of your league trying to play the power game with me."

"You, let go of me!!"

Zhao Qingge struggled fiercely, but unfortunately, everyone in the room hated her to the core. Not to mention just using a fascia gun to massage her, even if Wu Wenyue used silver needles like an evil stepmother to poke her all over, Huang Tianxuan and Xu Manning would at most say, ’Be careful not to hit us.’

"Oh ho ho ho~"

Wu Wenyue looked at Zhao Qingge, who was constantly struggling on the bed, her smile becoming more and more unrestrained. Once close, she eagerly pointed the gun at the muscle group on the back of Zhao Qingge’s legs and the junction with her buttocks...

"Ah... it hurts! Wu Wenyue!!"

This strong physical sensation made Zhao Qingge, who was usually serene and calm, unable to hold back. She flopped like a carp out of water, gasping for air, burying her head firmly in the massage bed’s pillow hole, trying hard not to let herself scream uncontrollably but occasionally couldn’t help but moan: "No, lighter!!"

Xu Manning pressed on Zhao Qingge’s back, spitting disdainfully: "Lighter? You seem very familiar with your lines, huh? Have you been saying this to Li Peifeng often? Have you?!"

"..."

Wu Wenyue bit her lip, holding the gun tighter, forcibly pressing it against Zhao Qingge’s butt.

"No!"

Zhao Qingge’s body convulsed and twisted in pain, instinctively trying to dodge, and her calves bent, attempting to knock away Wu Wenyue’s tool.

"What do you mean, no?" Xu Manning quickly moved to the side of the bed, pressing down Zhao Qingge’s calves, her eyes fierce: "You two definitely did it! How could that beast Li Peifeng let you go... Zhao Qingge, you’re a disgrace as a teacher! Yueyue, apply more pressure!"

Saying this, Xu Manning was overwhelmed with anger...

"Really, no!"

Zhao Qingge panted heavily: "I didn’t let him touch me, you think I’m as shameless as you?!"

Wu Wenyue’s expression softened slightly, but her hands remained busy: "At this point, Old Zhao, you still dare to curse?"

"Get her!"

"Highest setting now!"

Wu Wenyue turned the fascia gun’s vibration to maximum, interrogating while executing: "Say, are you wrong?"

"I... don’t, you, don’t push me!!!"

Zhao Qingge, with her forehead drenched in fragrant sweat from the pain, still remained calm, waiting for a slip from Huang Tianxuan, and tried exerting herself to sit up...

"Keep lying down!"

Huang Tianxuan used all her strength, her pretty face flushed, pressing Old Zhao down again, before happily saying, "Now you know why we watched you practice earlier? Because this is our workout routine."

"Despicable!"

"Who’s despicable? Clearly, you’re the most despicable one!"

"I’m asking if you realize your mistakes?!!"

"..."

"No? Yueyue!"

"Here, you get in on it too, press on her quadriceps, that’s the slant above the knee, yes... use your knuckles, that’s the most painful."

Now it’s a full-blown 1V3!

"Mmm..."

Zhao Qingge bit the massage bed’s leather padding, her eyes tightly shut, face slightly flushed, with strands of messy hair scattered on her forehead, her expression both determined and tinged with a fragile sadness, enduring it so stubbornly, as if putting life and death aside.

Xu Manning, still unsatisfied, grabbed the fascia gun from Wu Wenyue, launching a fierce assault on Zhao Qingge’s round butt, chanting: "Want to be the main wife? Want to be our boss? Let you bully us in your dreams, and you think you can bully us in reality as well?!"

Under the even more intense assault, Zhao Qingge’s moans became intermittent, biting on the padding, her nostrils flaring slightly, with drops of sweat continuously rolling from her forehead, down her cheeks, and onto the bed.

Huang Tianxuan, being the closest, saw her like this and a sense of shared suffering suddenly welled up, she sighed softly: "Why do women make it hard for women?"

Thinking this, her hands didn’t relent, in fact, they intensified!

"Old Zhao, oh Old Zhao, this is the price you pay for competing with us for a man, yet not honoring your promise and playing tricks behind our backs."

"Mmm mmm mmm mmm~"