The Reincarnated Villain Can Break the Fourth Wall!

Jin Ying tried to crawl away, her nails digging into the cold stone floor.

But the moment she moved—

A hand grabbed her ankle.

Then—a sharp pull.

She screamed, her body dragged across the ground.

Xiong Xue whimpered, trying to twist away, but the orange-haired woman pressed a bare foot against her back, pinning her down like a hunted animal.

"Struggling?" The woman's voice was amused, condescending. "Didn't you want to teach someone a lesson? Consider this… a lesson of your own."

Jin Ying gasped, trembling, her body shaking violently.

The mist wrapped around her like chains, pressing into her skin, her bones, making her numb, helpless.

Su Xiaobai's laughter echoed.

"I wonder…" His voice was low, lazy, as he leaned over Lan Meiyu.

His fingers traced her trembling lips, his other hand gripping her soft waist.

"Does my bitch moans like a whore when she's slapped?"

Lan Meiyu gasped sharply, her face burning.

"N-No… stop…"

Her eyes widened.

She wanted to deny it.

She wanted to run, hide, disappear.

But she couldn't.

Jin Ying and Xiong Xue watched in pure horror, their stomachs twisting, their own helplessness sinking in.

The door was sealed.

The outside world wouldn't hear them.

And one by one—

They were ruined.

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After an Hour...

Su Xiaobai pulled up his robe, fastened his belt, and laughed.

Three bodies lay sprawled across the cold floor, collapsed in exhaustion, disgrace, and the remnants of their shattered pride.

Their tattered robes barely covered them, their trembling limbs refused to move, and their expressions were beyond repair—only hollow emptiness remained.

Yu Feng stood beside him, arms folded, her expression blank.

This had nothing to do with her.

The screams had long faded.

What remained was only silence.

A fitting punishment.

Su Xiaobai removed his mask and smirked. His gaze fell upon Lan Meiyu's ruined body, her skin tainted with bruises and red streaks.

But he still wasn't satisfied.

With no hesitation, he grabbed his belt once more and lashed it across her bare flesh.

Crack!

A sharp snap echoed in the chamber.

Lan Meiyu, who had drifted into unconsciousness, suddenly jerked awake.

Her eyes widened in sheer terror.

"A-Ahhh—!"

Her cry was cut short as Su Xiaobai slammed his boot against her face.

"Ugh!"

Her head snapped back, a muffled whimper escaping before her body went limp once more.

A pathetic sight.

Su Xiaobai clicked his tongue in amusement before turning toward Jin Ying. Her exhausted body twitched, her plump chest heaving, the once-proud gossip queen now reduced to a shaking mess.

Her nipples were red and bruised, the evidence of her own suffering painted across her skin.

Su Xiaobai kneaded her soft mounds one last time, his fingers digging into the tender flesh.

Jin Ying let out a weak, shuddering moan, her body still responding despite her disgrace.

Satisfied, he stepped back, surveying his work.

The room was still filled with the pink mist, the Confusion Spell ensuring none of them would recognize his face.

A soft scoff broke the silence.

"What a pair of bitches..."

The voice was cold.

Zhao Mei stood there, her fiery-orange hair slightly disheveled, her tight black clothing hugging every dangerous curve.

Her gaze burned with loathing as she spat onto Jin Ying's battered face.

But even that wasn't enough.

No—Zhao Mei wasn't like Su Xiaobai.

She was crueler.

Her eyes flickered toward Xiong Xue, who was still trembling, still breathing.

Too intact.

That wouldn't do.

BAM!

Xiong Xue's scream barely left her lips before her skull met the cold stone floor.

"A-Ahhh—!"

Then—

BAM! BAM! BAM!

Again.

And again.

And again.

The sound was horrifying, each impact shaking the chamber, each slam sending dark red splatters across the ground.

By the time Zhao Mei finally let go, Xiong Xue's face was an unrecognizable mess of blood and swollen flesh, her body limp, twitching like a dying insect.

Zhao Mei exhaled, rolling her shoulders, as if she had simply been working out a cramp.

Su Xiaobai smiled wryly.

Zhao Mei.

One of the few people who had entered the sect with him.

Once, she had been famous for her Burning Lotus Technique and her dangerously seductive body.

But her reputation had been ruined by Jin Ying.

The same gossiping slut who spread rumors about him, had also branded Zhao Mei a whore.

Why?

Because Zhao Mei's beauty, her tight clothing, and her body got more attention than Jin Ying ever could.

A jealous woman is the most venomous snake.

And Jin Ying had struck deep.

The rumors spread like wildfire.

It didn't matter that Zhao Mei had never touched a man.

It didn't matter that her body was still untouched, still pure.

Because now?

Every time she walked through the sect, she felt the eyes

The mocking stares.

The lustful leers.

The whispers.

"How much for a night?"

"That body's too good to waste on cultivation."

"She's just another bitch playing innocent."

It had ruined her.

And now?

Now, Zhao Mei was utterly satisfied.

Because the bitch who made her suffer…

Had finally been put where she belonged.

On the floor. Broken. Used. Forgotten.

She wiped the blood from her fingers, smiling.

But she wasn't done.

Xiong Xue? That was just a face worth smashing.

Jin Ying?

Jin Ying was something else.

As she moved toward the trembling, ruined woman, her gaze flickered over Jin Ying's bare, milk-white body.

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She had only disfigured Xiong Xue because she wasn't fully certain of her role.

But Jin Ying?

Jin Ying was the real culprit.

The one who spread the filth.

The one who branded her a whore.

The one who stole her dignity without ever laying a hand on her.

And now?

Now Zhao Mei stood over her, legs apart, looking down at the disgraceful sight beneath her.

Jin Ying's legs were still weakly spread, her swollen, ruined hole on full display.

Her most disgusting place, red, twitching—her final piece of womanly dignity, stolen.

Zhao Mei's expression twisted in pure disdain.

"I thought so. A slut."

Her voice was dripping with cruely, yet her fingers did not hesitate.

She spread Jin Ying's legs further apart, the movement mechanical, deliberate.

Then, her gaze flickered to curious Su Xiaobai and Yu Feng.

"Close your eyes."

There was hesitation in her tone.

Su Xiaobai raised an eyebrow. "Hm?"

Yu Feng frowned. "Why?"

But the next moment—

They understood.

Yu Feng flinched, a shiver running down her spine as she instinctively took a few steps back.

Because—

Between Jin Ying's trembling, ruined thighs…

Zhao Mei's fingers glowed.

A small flicker of flame, barely visible at first—

Then—

A roaring inferno.

"AAAHHHHHHHHH—!"

Jin Ying's screams echoed, her body convulsing violently as fire seared into her most sacred place.

Su Xiaobai's face darkened.

He had seen ruthlessness, cruelty, revenge.

But this?

This was something else.

A punishment that no man would have ever even considered.

Zhao Mei was destroying her.

Ensuring that Jin Ying would never again have a future as a woman.

Yu Feng clutched her own robes tightly, swallowing hard.

Only a woman could understand the sheer, unbearable agony of this punishment.

Jin Ying's screams didn't stop.

Not even after the flames faded.

Not even after Zhao Mei stepped back, wiping her fingers.

She didn't even look at the writhing mess on the floor.

Her work was done.

Su Xiaobai exhaled slowly, his expression complicated.

'What a cruel woman…'

Fortunately, she was his now.

His slave.

His weapon.

He had captured her by accident, but now?

Now, he was glad he did.

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Two days ago, Su Xiaobai had enslaved Zhao Mei.

Her uncle, once an Elder of the Blazing Sun Sect, had died fighting Bai Yujian in Chi Xie wasteland.

The sect had been wiped, crushed under the might of Royal Family Master Qiangxuan.

With no backing, no allies, and no escape, Zhao Mei had become his possession.

And since she had nowhere to go, Su Xiaobai had sealed her away in his ring world.

No one in the sect would notice her disappearance.

No one would care.

And now?

She had gotten her final revenge.

Jin Ying—the snake who destroyed her name—had finally been put in her place.

Yu Feng let out a slow breath.

She had spent two days tracking Jin Ying, uncovering every detail.

Jin Ying spread the rumors.

Xiong Xue fed the lies to Lan Meiyu.

Lan Meiyu crawled to Liu Zhenhai like a dog.

Each of them had played their role in trying to destroy Su Xiaobai.

And now?

They were the ones destroyed.

Su Xiaobai brushed his fingers against Lan Meiyu's swollen face, feeling the marks left from repeated slaps.

His eyes flickered with amusement.

This bitch wanted to be fucked by her 'Senior Brother'?

Hah!

Between her legs, faint blood stained the sheets.

A virgin.

Probably saving herself for Liu Zhenhai.

How tragic.

He chuckled, stepping away. "Let's leave."

Yu Feng frowned. "Just like that?"

She had meticulously forged a letter in Liu Zhenhai's handwriting to lure them here.

And now, after all that planning—Su Xiaobai was just walking away?

Su Xiaobai smiled.

"Don't worry. Someone will take the blame."

Yu Feng shivered.

Her gaze flickered to the mist, realization sinking in.

She turned toward the closed-door cultivation chamber nearby.

Liu Zhenhai was inside...