Making you a son-in-law is not about making you conquer the world.

"Arrest this lecherous scoundrel and beat him severely!"

The beautiful woman in the bathtub said angrily, completely forgetting that she wasn't dressed yet.

Upon receiving the order, five or six servants burst through the door, each carrying a thick wooden stick and displaying a fierce expression.

You dare to take liberties with my young lady? This is outrageous! If we don't cripple you today, we brothers will be collecting our monthly allowance for nothing.

"You guys?" Lin Ping swept his sinister gaze over the crowd and said coldly, "Could you go a little easier? Don't hit me in the face!"

Lin Ping was self-aware; a futile struggle would only result in a worse beating, so he might as well use his hands to protect his vitals and avoid being crippled.

The rest of the story unfolded smoothly. Lin Ping curled up on the ground, his arms wrapped around his head, repeatedly calling for help.

Perhaps these servants were afraid of causing a death and dared not use too much force, but the frequency of the raindrops was really too much for Lin Ping to handle.

Before long, the servants got tired of beating him, so they simply tied him up from head to toe with a hemp rope, making him look like a dumpling. Lin Ping could only slowly crawl on the ground by relying on the strength of his waist.

Lin Ping was filled with hatred!

I shouldn't have gotten involved in this mess. What does it have to do with me, Lin Ping, that your eldest daughter of the Zhou family was defiled by a womanizer? You've really tried to steal a chicken but ended up losing the rice instead.

He had initially considered explaining, but then thought the other party might not believe him.

Women in ancient times were fierce and valued chastity more than their lives. Although Lin Ping didn't lay a hand on her, his eyes were still somewhat untrustworthy, so she deserved the beating.

Before long, the beautiful woman emerged from her bath and walked in front of Lin Ping. She wore a tight red dress, had a delicate and pretty face, and smooth skin that looked as if she had just been pulled out of milk. Her still-damp hair cascaded down her back, making her look stunningly beautiful.

"You despicable lecher, see how I teach you a lesson!"

The beautiful woman said angrily, but her anger only added to her beauty.

This was undoubtedly Yan Zhengyi; even when a beautiful woman is angry, she is still beautiful. However, that strange look in her eyes made Lin Ping feel a little uneasy. If it weren't for the presence of these servants and maids, Lin Ping was truly afraid that he would lose his virginity.

"What are you trying to do? My innocence, Lin Ping's, cannot be defiled!" Lin Ping asked in a panic, his greatest fear being female hooligans.

"Strip me naked!" the woman continued.

"Damn it, so heartless..." Lin Ping was sweating profusely, and almost pleaded, "Can't you leave me a pair of underwear?"

If it were just a woman present, Lin Ping might have actually given in. But now there are six burly men present, making a total of seven including him. He couldn't imagine a 7v1 situation like this. That's how the seven Calabash Brothers defeated the Snake Demon back then.

As the six burly men approached little by little, Lin Ping's chrysanthemum tightened, and a cold breeze blew against his back as he lay on the ground.

Struggling was pointless and only fueled the other man's desires. The four burly men held Lin Ping firmly in place, while the remaining two frantically tore at his...socks.

That's right, these six people took off Lin Ping's shoes and socks, revealing a pair of delicate...stinky feet.

Holding a chicken feather in her hand, the woman's face was full of cunning as she said in a sinister tone, "Today I'll show you what I'm capable of!"

After speaking, the woman squatted down and slowly brought the chicken feather in her hand closer to Lin Ping's soles.

What happened next was obvious. Sure enough, the beautiful woman was almost knocked unconscious by the stench. Holding her breath, she jumped up and pinched her nose, saying, "This lecher's feet are so smelly!"

Although the beautiful woman was attacked by Lin Ping's biological weapon, this tickling torture cannot end there.

Two servants who had removed Lin Ping's socks were lying on the ground, foaming at the mouth. They were forcibly dragged up, and with one hand pinching his nose and the other holding a chicken feather, they began to torture Lin Ping.

Suddenly, a jolt of electricity shot through his body from the soles of his feet, and Lin Ping immediately burst into laughter.

This is absolutely a form of torture, and it could be considered one of the top ten most brutal tortures.

The phrase "neither painful nor itchy" generally means that there is no damage, which also illustrates that both "pain" and "itch" are very uncomfortable.

Lin Ping burst into tears of laughter; his abdominal muscles began to twitch, and his expressive face began to go numb.

Lingchi (death by a thousand cuts), beheading, and branding with hot irons are all too weak. At worst, you can be a hero again in eighteen years. But this kind of torture, where you can neither live nor die, is really unbearable.

Before long, Lin Ping was laughing so hard he was breathless, his brain was severely oxygen-deprived, and he was almost fainting.

"Stop!" Seeing that Lin Ping was about to die, he ordered his men to stop.

"Hoo..." Lin Ping's disordered breathing began to ease, and just as he breathed a sigh of relief, he saw the woman's strange gaze again.

"Stuff the socks into this lecher's mouth!" The woman's laughter was quite sinister. She was more like a child who never grew up than a little witch, just someone who liked to play around.

If she were truly a ruthless person, she would probably have chopped Lin Ping up long ago, since this guy dared to barge into her boudoir.

"Stuffing socks in?" Lin Ping immediately broke out in a cold sweat; this was no joke.

He had once read a news report about a woman who had a habit of smelling her own socks, which eventually led to a lung infection and nearly cost her her life. Lin Ping was confident in the odor of his feet, believing they could definitely breed a large number of bacteria.

The two servants were already dizzy from the fumes, so they picked up a sock from the ground, pinched Lin Ping's cheeks, and stuffed the sock into his mouth.

Lin Ping's first reaction wasn't the stench, but rather a blank stare at the two socks still lying on the ground. In other words, what he was in his mouth wasn't his own socks, but most likely the socks the woman had taken off before bathing.

To be honest, this woman's socks really smelled bad, definitely worse than that basin of foot bath water from before. These pure cotton socks not only absorb sweat but also odor; all that essence gathers inside the socks.

Lin Ping was laughing so hard he cried just now, but now he's crying from the smell.

If Lin Ping were to show signs of pain at this moment, the woman would be overjoyed. Therefore, Lin Ping had no choice but to give it his all!

He first exhaled a breath of stale air, then sucked hard near the socks, revealing an extremely lewd look in his eyes.

The meaning is too obvious: these socks are covered in the fragrance of a beautiful woman, and I, Lin Ping, love to smell them! It's like smelling your entire body with my nose.

The woman instantly understood Lin Ping's meaning. Imagining the scene, she shuddered with anger and kicked the servant who had taken the wrong sock away.

Her two delicate hands clenched into tiny fists, and she kept screaming, "Aaaaaah!"

Another servant, who had not yet been punished, deftly pulled the sock out of Lin Ping's mouth. The fellow was actually holding it in his teeth, showing some reluctance.

"Lock this lecherous thief in the woodshed and scratch him every half hour!" the woman said viciously.

"Scratching once every half hour?" Lin Ping felt a chill run down his spine; this was like slaughtering a pig.

"You are abusing your power! I demand to see a lawyer!" Lin Ping protested loudly, but dared not continue to attempt torture.

The protest was obviously ineffective. Lin Ping was met with four strong shoulders. His body, bound hand and foot, was hoisted up like a little chick, and all that awaited him was a gloomy and cold woodshed.

Lin Ping should thank the other party; at least this is better than using the latrine.