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“Luo Tianyou!”

“Your ass itching for a spanking?!”

Lin Yi nearly jerked his head up instantly, almost slamming his phone to the ground in frustration.

In the stifling heat, Luo Tianyou’s face was undeniably flushed, her chest rising and falling rapidly as her soft, panting breaths carried an undeniably seductive allure.

“Yi Yi, I hear a woman panting. Who is she?”

Zhuang Yayun’s icy voice came through the phone.

“My colleague, Luo Tianyou—the star author from the editorial department. You know her. She invited me to go jogging.”

Lin Yi hurriedly explained.

“Jogging? At this hour? Shouldn’t it be time for dinner?”

Zhuang Yayun sounded puzzled.

“There’s a new restaurant promotion—you have to jog or do some exercise before eating. Teacher Luo and I are finishing up the run so we can feast for free afterward.”

“Oh, you must be Lin Yi’s fiancée, right? Your man’s stamina is impressive. I’m drenched in sweat, but he just keeps charging ahead—his hips are so powerful.”

Luo Tianyou gasped breathlessly, her long lashes fluttering, her peach-blossom eyes glistening with mischief. As she spoke, she winked at Lin Yi, her expression equal parts smug and provocative.

“…I see.”

Zhuang Yayun’s voice was flat.

“Yayun, that’s all there is to it. Did you call for something?”

Lin Yi gritted his teeth.

“Oh, nothing urgent. Just wanted to let you know I might not be home tonight. The company’s holding back-to-back meetings and performance evaluations. I might not be back until tomorrow afternoon—or even the day after.”

“Should I come to the office to keep you company?”

“No need. If I pass the evaluation, I might have to leave for a business trip immediately. Could be gone for half a month.”

“Huh? That sudden?” Lin Yi was startled.

Was Yayun really leaving just like that?

“Yeah. After the layoffs, a lot of work piled up—especially mine. I need to meet clients to make up for the backlog.”

A faint tremor crept into Zhuang Yayun’s voice.

“Yayun… I’ll miss you these next few days.”

“I’ll miss you too. I’ll video call if anything comes up. Gotta go—my evaluation’s starting soon.”

Zhuang Yayun hung up abruptly.

“Yayun…”

Hearing the dial tone, Lin Yi exhaled sharply before glaring at Luo Tianyou in irritation.

“Teacher Luo, what the hell was that? Do you realize how misleading your words sounded?”

“Oh, of course I do. And I meant every word. We used to get along so well, but after your fiancée lectured me last night, she forbade me from being so friendly with you. Naturally, that doesn’t sit right with me.”

Luo Tianyou waved a hand dismissively. “Since your fiancée’s so petty—no matter what I do, she’ll take it the wrong way—I might as well have some fun with it.”

“…”

Unbelievable!

You’re just throwing me into the fire?!

Lin Yi’s temper flared.

Running into Shen Xixi again yesterday was bad enough, and now you’re stirring trouble? No self-respecting man would tolerate this!

I saved you in the restroom, helped with your period cramps, and taught you how to manage the pain—and this is how you repay me?!

Damn it!

Without hesitation, Lin Yi slammed the stop button on his treadmill, strode over to Luo Tianyou’s machine, and—ignoring her startled look—grabbed her wrist and yanked her off.

He twisted her arm, pinned her against the treadmill’s handrail, raised his hand, and brought it down hard on Luo Tianyou’s plump backside.

SMACK!!

The sharp sound echoed through the room.

🌿!

The first strike drained a good chunk of his anger, but he wasn’t done. A second slap followed immediately.

Her soft, round rear had a satisfying bounce.

After two solid hits, Lin Yi’s fury had mostly dissipated.

That felt good.

Screw this.

Why should I be the only one suffering?

Why shouldn’t I fight back?

If I’m still at the bottom of the food chain after freaking transmigrating, what was even the point?

Lin Yi exhaled heavily—only to realize the room had gone dead silent.

Every pair of eyes in the gym was locked onto him.

A chill shot up his spine.

The grip on Luo Tianyou’s wrist suddenly felt like a mistake.

In this world, women’s physical attributes were 50% higher than men’s.

“Heh. Lin Yi, you asking for death?”

Luo Tianyou wrenched her wrist free, seized his arm, and glared at him with frosty eyes.

Her cheeks were faintly pink, lips pressed tight—whether from the spanking or sheer rage was unclear.

Voices erupted behind them.

“Call the cops! Get this guy out of here before he ruins everyone’s mood!”

“Yeah, seriously!”

“Ugh, let’s beat him up first. A man daring to hit a woman? What kind of audacity is that? Back in the day, he’d have lost a hand for this.”

The furious shouts came from a group of middle-aged women.

“Uh, isn’t that a bit much? Maybe there’s more to it…”

“Right? Society’s been pushing for men’s dignity lately. No need to go that far.”

A few younger women’s voices were drowned out by the older crowd’s outrage.

In this world, women truly reigned supreme—men were little more than livestock.

“No need. I’ll handle this myself.”

Luo Tianyou coldly shut down the women, dragging Lin Yi by the hand past their murderous glares and into the restroom.

She hesitated at the door for a few seconds before pulling him into the men’s room, shoving him into the farthest stall, and locking the door.

“Hah. Teacher Lin, I’ll admit teasing you was a bit out of line. But did you have to go that far? Spanking me in public? If you wanted to do it, you should’ve done it privately. You really aren’t afraid of those old-fashioned hags dragging you to jail, are you?”

Luo Tianyou burst into laughter. “If it came to that, your final resting place would be deep underground—somewhere no detector could ever find.”

“Teacher Luo, if you’re bold enough to provoke me, you should’ve been ready for a spanking.”

Lin Yi arched a brow.

“Fine by me. I’m a modern woman—I don’t care about outdated traditions. Honestly? I liked it when you hit me.”

Luo Tianyou smirked, reaching out to tilt Lin Yi’s chin up. “Lin Yi… you don’t want those old-fashioned women outside—or your fiancée—finding out about this, do you?”