The Great Medical Saint (Matthew) novel Chapter 873

Siren was absolutely floored by what she heard. She must have been exposed, or else Matthew wouldn't be so harsh.

But she didn't think the explanation made any sense either. If she was exposed, she would've been restrained and put under interrogation. But that wasn't what was happening now.

At this point, there was only one way to explain it—Matthew had a serious violent side of him.

Siren thought about it and decided to hang on a little longer. After the aphrodisiac kicked in, Matthew would be out of his mind, and she could easily manipulate him.

Her mind raced with those thoughts as she gasped out loud. "D-Don't get too rough. Be gentler, please."

With a smack, Matthew slapped Siren across her face again.

Matthew coldly asked, "You like it spicy, don't you? How does it feel?"

Siren pressed her hand to her face, her cheek feeling numb from the hit.

Matthew must have lost it. The aphrodisiac didn't make him get wild; it only made him even more violent.

She regretted giving Matthew the aphrodisiac. If she had known better, she'd have gone with a sedative instead. But now was already too late.

Siren could only hope Matthew would quickly wrap up with the violent foreplay and get down to business. She murmured, "Take it easy on me. This is too much. Why don't we move on to the next part? I'm really looking forward to it. Hurry up."

She looked like she couldn't wait any longer, hoping Matthew would hurry up and get to it.

Matthew slowly clenched his fist, ready to strike. But then he suddenly relaxed his hand.

He had a change of heart as he slowly crouched down and placed his hand on Siren's back. Then, he grabbed a broom and swung it straight toward her perky butt.

As the broom struck her rounded backside, it felt like hitting jelly. Her firm muscles rippled and trembled.

Siren suddenly threw her head back, crying out in pain. "It hurts. Please stop. You're going to break me."

Matthew furrowed his brows. Her scream made his throat feel dry, tempting him to take her right there. But he still swung the broom down. The broom struck Siren over and over again, leaving her perky butt red and swollen.

Tears streamed down Siren's face as she begged, her voice choking up, "Stop beating me. Hurry up and move on to the next part. Just take me already, please. I can't hold back anymore."

The pain was excruciating, and she couldn't take it anymore. The entire duration felt like torture. She'd never been hit like this before.

Siren was dying to flee back to Eastoria. This was more than anyone could handle.

Matthew snickered. Siren didn't seem to have realized she was exposed and was still faking it. He swung harder as the broom came down with a sharp whoosh, hitting her rounded rear hard.

Siren shrieked in agony, yelling through her tears, "Please stop! If you hit me again, you'll break me, and you won't be able to use me. Cut it out. You could have killed me there."

Matthew's voice was cold and lifeless, sending a shiver down her spine. "I want you dead."

Siren trembled, her heart racing with fear. Had she been busted? Otherwise, playing around like this wouldn't be so nerve-wracking.