Clashing with the Gentle Tyrant

A certain tyrant had squashed the two mounds on her chest into a pair of pancakes. She cried angrily, “Ye Sanlang, have you no idea how to treat a woman gently?” The tyrant scoffed. “With a board-flat figure like yours, what is there to treat gently?” Flat? Furious, she thrust out her chest and stuck out her rear, but pressed between the tyrant in front and the wall behind her, she was still as flat as a pancake. Grinding her teeth, she forced a flirtatious smile. “My lord, you’re so delicate and easy to pin down. I’m no match for you.” The tyrant flew into a rage. “In that case, I’ll grant you permission to pin me down.” The tyrant had his way with her, leaving her full of grievances and with no one to complain to. How could she have forgotten that he wasn’t just a tyrant, but a scoundrel too?