Another World: The Continent of Wind and Moon

My name is Lin Yue'er, and I'm 14 years old. I've lived with my father in this Moonlit Mountain since I can remember. My father is a very skilled martial arts master. He taught me martial arts as soon as I could stand. My mother died after giving birth to me. My father rarely mentions her. I only know that my mother was my father's most beloved and only slave dog. She died during childbirth because of complications. Since then, my father has never taken any slave dogs. He just supervises my martial arts practice and drinks alone every day.
I got up before dawn because I didn't meet my father's requirements in training a few days ago. I was severely punished by him, and I can't wear any clothes until he forgives me. I came out of my room naked and hurried to the kitchen to make breakfast for my father. Then I went to the small yard with a few wooden stakes, holding a riding whip in my right hand. This whip was indeed used to whip horses, but in my family, it was a tool to punish me. My father often told me that practicing martial arts was a very difficult thing, and only by strictly demanding of myself could I make progress in martial arts. So every time I failed to complete the homework assigned by my father, I would be severely punished by him. In addition, every morning, I would punish myself in advance to show that I knew I was wrong.
Holding the whip, I first knelt respectfully in the direction of my father's house, holding the whip with both hands. "Father, your lowly daughter is unworthy and has failed to fulfill your request. I will punish myself." After saying this, I kowtowed, then lay down on a low wooden stake, sticking my buttocks up high. "You stinky Xiaoyue, stupid Xiaoyue, worthless Xiaoyue, you're so useless. Xiaoyue deserves to be beaten..." I cursed myself a few times, then gripped the whip tightly in my right hand, swung it around in the air, and lashed it hard against my buttocks. With a loud "crack" of skin hitting the whip, there was also my suppressed groan.
"Ah... Waaah..." Just one lash, and my buttocks felt like they'd been bitten by a big dog. Without even looking, I knew there was a bright red mark on them. "Waaah, it hurts so much, you wretched little Yue, you deserve it!" I sobbed for a while, but dared not rest too long. I picked up the whip and lashed myself again, one lash after another, for a total of four lashes. When the last lash separated from my buttocks, I immediately threw it away, clutching my already swollen and red bottom, and rolled on the ground. After about five minutes (this is an isekai novel; for consistency, we'll use real-world time. The specifics of this continent will be explained later), I endured the pain in my buttocks, got up, and walked to my father's door. He hadn't gotten up yet. I knelt down again in front of his door, crawling on all fours like a dog. My family's yard was very small. Besides my father's room and my room, there was only a kitchen and a storage room for miscellaneous items. The rooms were connected, with the small yard right outside the doors. The yard itself wasn't big either, with only a few wooden stakes in it. Every morning after making breakfast for my father, I would kneel in front of his door to greet him and serve him, rain or shine. Even in heavy rain, I would kneel there waiting for him, and it was common for me to lie naked in the rain outside his room.
After lying there for about fifteen minutes, I heard a sound coming from my father's room; he had woken up. Actually, I knew my father woke up very early every day. With his internal strength, he could go several days without sleep and still be very energetic, so he wouldn't keep me waiting too long. I quickly whispered, "Father, your daughter greets you. This humble servant will help you change your clothes." Hearing a soft "Mmm" from my father, I raised my head, pushed open the door, and continued crawling into his room on all fours. I positioned myself before him, saying, "Your daughter greets you, Father," and then quickly kowtowed three times before standing up to help him change.
My father was probably in his forties, tall and handsome, with a dignified yet refined air. If you didn't know him, you'd probably mistake him for a dashing scholar rather than a martial arts master. He sat on the edge of the bed, looked at me, and a slight smile appeared on his handsome face. I went to my father's side, picked up a small jar from the foot of the bed, and said, "Father, let me serve you when you need to urinate." Then I knelt at his feet, held the jar above my head, and knelt between his legs. With my head lowered, my buttocks naturally rose higher, and my father seemed to see the bright red marks on my buttocks. He asked, "Yue'er, how many times did you punish yourself this morning?" "
Father, I punished myself with four strokes." In my heart, I hated myself for not hitting myself more.
"Hmm," my father responded, his voice revealing neither joy nor anger. "Put the jar down."
"Ah, yes, Father, thank you, Father," I was startled by the sudden surprise. The pain in my buttocks was long forgotten. I put down the jar, raised my head, and leaned close to my father's crotch, gently unzipping his pants. Without the jar, my father would use me as a chamber pot, and to serve him with my body was the greatest honor for me as his daughter. I gently lifted my father's penis and slowly took it into my mouth, while simultaneously inhaling his scent. I felt my father's penis throb slightly, and then a warm stream rushed into my mouth. I savored his urine with relish. His urine had almost no odor. He said it was because the internal energy we cultivated could expel impurities from the body. For someone like him, whose internal energy had reached a high level, his urine was practically devoid of waste; in fact, it had some beneficial effects. As for what those effects were, he didn't say. He only occasionally used me as a urinal as a reward. He said that when my internal energy reached the first level of minor success, I would also have this effect, though it would be very slight.

I carefully cleaned my father's penis with the tip of my tongue before reluctantly spitting it out. I looked up and saw my father smiling at me, taking in my greedy little face. My face flushed; I knew it must be burning red, but I thought, everything I have belongs to my father anyway, so it doesn't matter how embarrassing I am in front of him.
After helping my father wash and change, I followed him to the kitchen (of course, since I was currently under punishment, I moved on all fours, crawling). My father sat at the table, and I obediently knelt at his feet. He picked up my small bowl, filled it with porridge, and placed it on the ground in front of me. I immediately knelt down in front of the bowl and ate like a puppy. (Also, because of the punishment period, I couldn't sit and eat
with my father. In short, during the punishment period, except for tasks that required me to stand, I had to crawl on the ground like a dog.) "Father, I've finished eating," I said softly, licking the porridge clean from the bowl.
"Yue'er, go outside and practice your stance first. I'll check your recent skills later," my father looked at me, smiled, and said, "If you perform well, your punishment will end today, and you can stay with me tonight."
"Wow!" My eyes instantly flashed like two beams of light, even though we didn't have flashlights in this era. I was overjoyed, like a child seeing candy, and happily prostrated myself on the ground, kowtowing repeatedly to my father. My father said that men have an innate desire for women, and that women exist to satisfy men. So even my father sometimes wanted to play with women, but because he had to teach me martial arts, and there were no other women on the mountain for him to play with, he sometimes made me serve him. And having the opportunity to serve my beloved father was the happiest thing for me.
After kowtowing to my father, I crawled into the yard to prepare for my training. Today, I was still practicing my lower body skills. I stood in front of the wooden stake, perfectly assuming a horse stance. Since I was completely naked, in this horse stance, my nascent breasts and hairless genitals were fully exposed to the air. If someone walked past me, they could easily see every private part of my body.
I stood in the horse stance for about fifteen minutes when I saw my father come out of the house. I immediately jumped up, waiting for my father's test.
Father walked up to me with his hands behind his back, said nothing, and circled me twice. Suddenly, he swiftly kicked out and hooked my ankle. Before I could even understand what was happening, I fell flat on my backside.
My heart sank. Afraid of angering Father, I quickly stood up and assumed a horse stance. But even though I was prepared, Father still easily tripped me. When I fell to the ground the second time, tears were already streaming down my face. I thought I had definitely disappointed Father and failed the test. Sure enough, this time Father didn't trip me. Instead, he picked up the whip he used to punish me.
"Lower your body," Father's voice was neither happy nor angry, leaving me unable to tell whether he was angry or not. I had no choice but to obey. I lowered my body into a squatting position, raising my arms high, maintaining a posture of an upright upper body with arms raised high and a squatting lower body with my buttocks sticking out.
Then, I felt my father gently slide the whip across my body, from my shoulder to my waist, hips, and then to my lower abdomen. Then, suddenly, with a crisp "crack," my father lashed my stomach with the whip. I groaned, barely managing to suppress a cry, but my body trembled with pain. Being beaten like this was a common occurrence. It wasn't just punishment for my mistakes; my father said that the most important thing for a martial artist was perseverance. Being beaten while practicing was not only good for martial arts but also for tempering one's character. So, usually when I was being beaten, although I was afraid of the pain, I felt a sense of satisfaction knowing that my father was doing it to toughen me up. But now, being beaten, I felt no joy at all. "Father must be dissatisfied with me. Xiaoyue is useless, making Father so disappointed. I definitely can't serve Father tonight," I thought painfully.
"Ah..." I swallowed my screams as another lash struck my back, then my waist, then my buttocks. Each lash sent a jolt through me, and I struggled to maintain my posture while enduring the intense pain. My father began to whip me in circles—on my arms, ribs, groin, thighs, and calves—until my body was covered in red welts. Though I still managed to maintain my posture, I could no longer suppress my cries, groaning and sobbing with each lash. My
father came to me. "Straighten up." I quickly straightened my upper body, watching helplessly as my father lashed my chest with the whip.
"Ah..." I couldn't even scream. I felt as if my chest was being torn apart. I could no longer maintain my posture, curling up into a ball, clutching my chest, and collapsing to the ground. My breasts were still developing, only slightly raised, like two fleshy pads; they couldn't withstand my father's whipping.
"Moon, can't take it anymore?" my father asked, standing before me.
"Waaah, Father..." I endured the excruciating pain, thinking that it was indeed Father's expectation of me. "Yue'er, it's...it's alright." I slowly got up and resumed my previous posture, but when I looked down, I saw a striking scarlet mark on my chest. However, before I was prepared to receive the next lash, Father lashed out again, leaving another mark on my breast.
I was in so much pain that I almost fainted, and I barely knew how I ended up on the ground.
"Get up, Yue'er."
"Father...Yue'er is in so much pain," I groaned weakly, "My breasts are going to rot..."
"Get up, Yue'er," Father urged me in a flat tone.
I struggled to my feet, but couldn't even get into a proper position. "Please, Father... don't hit me anymore... my chest!" My mind was already hazy, and I even begged my father for mercy. "Father, spank my bottom. If you want to beat my bottom until it's bruised, whatever you want, Father..."
"Take your hands off your chest." My father's command made me realize that the next lash was going to hit my chest. "No, Father, no..." I pleaded, but my hands slowly left my bleeding chest. "Think about what I've always taught you," my father's voice suddenly came, and before I could think any further, an even heavier lash struck my chest, and I immediately lost consciousness.
Hmm, I felt as if I were in a dark time, surrounded by complete darkness. I wandered aimlessly, when suddenly, a glimmer of light appeared ahead. I hurried towards it, only to find nothing there. Just as I was about to give up in disappointment, my father's voice appeared in my mind, "Moon, do you remember what your father said? Remember it quickly, Moon, do as your father taught you."
I was stunned and lost in thought, trying hard to recall my father's previous teachings, but I couldn't remember them no matter what. Suddenly, a thought struck me, and following the light, I saw a glowing thread. Looking along the light, it seemed like a picture. The light curved and crisscrossed, outlining a familiar pattern. I suddenly realized that this light was my internal martial arts technique that I had cultivated for many years, and the picture was my meridian diagram. At this moment, the two finally intertwined perfectly, and my internal strength had reached the first level of minor completion.
I opened my eyes and found myself still lying on the ground, with my father still holding a whip in front of me. This proved that I hadn't been unconscious for long. Following the new method, I circulated my internal energy throughout my body, and my mind cleared. The excruciating pain in my body had actually lessened considerably. I struggled to my feet and surprisingly felt that my body hadn't suffered much damage. I resumed my posture of raising my arms and sticking my buttocks up. "Father, please continue to punish your daughter."
My father, holding the whip, didn't strike my chest this time, but came behind me and whipped my back and buttocks. Strangely, this time, apart from the initial sharp pain, the pain was greatly reduced as I circulated my internal energy. My father whipped my buttocks more than ten times. Although the pain had lessened considerably, I knew that my buttocks were already a bloody mess.
"Moon," Father's voice came from behind, "Stick your butt up high, this is the last time."
"Yes, Father..." I stuck my butt up high with all my might, and then I heard a whistling sound as Father lashed the whip heavily onto my pink private parts between my legs. Indescribable pain spread throughout my body, and my vision went black and I knew nothing more.

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