[Urban] Phoenix in Flames (Complete) - 37

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Chapter Three: The Flames of War, Section Five: A Thick Fog.

Leng Xue had asked Fan Jianxin if she was a police officer, and she smiled without answering, which was taken as tacit agreement. However, Leng Xue felt that she wasn't an
ordinary police officer, but most likely a member of the Extreme Angels. Although the Extreme Angels hadn't had direct contact with "Phoenix,"
there was still a considerable amount of information and data about this organization.

Extreme Angels were frequently seen in the battles against the Demonic Sect. According to the data, none of the Extreme Angels
knew ancient martial arts, but they possessed a peculiar ability to control people's actions, which gave them
the ability to fight the Demonic Sect. In recent years, "Phoenix" had also tried to communicate with the Extreme Angels, hoping to join forces to fight the great enemy. However,
the Extreme Angels didn't fully trust "Phoenix," so they hadn't truly cooperated. If Fan Jianxin was
a member of the Extreme Angels, this would be an excellent opportunity for cooperation.

As Leng Xue pondered this, a faint flame ignited in her dantian. This was a sign; if she ignited the flame,
she could dispel the medicine and restore her true energy; if she suppressed the flame, she would have to wait another month for such an opportunity.

Leng Xue made her decision; the time was right. She focused her energy, letting the flames ignite within her body.

Just as she began guiding her true energy, a man pushed open the door and entered. This wasn't the time for receiving men, yet many high-ranking officers
still disregarded protocol, coming and going as they pleased. Leng Xue recognized him; his surname was Long, and he was utterly infatuated with her.

Leng Xue inwardly cried out in alarm. Recovering her true energy would take about half an hour. The first step was to fully ignite her dantian, unleashing
her potential , and then expel the drugs from her body. During this stage, external interference could easily lead to qi deviation, with
unimaginable consequences.

"Beauty, I'm here. I wanted to come yesterday, but a last-minute meeting prevented me from doing so." Officer Long quickly stripped off
his clothes , jumped onto the bed, threw back the covers, and impatiently began undressing Leng Xue.

Leng Xue tried to calm herself, guiding her inner energy to flow in her dantian. "Lord Long," she said with difficulty,
"I'm feeling a little unwell right now, can we wait a bit?"

"No way!" Officer Long squeezed her firm, full breasts. "I have a mission later, I might
not be able to come for several days. I know you're tired too, forget it, you don't need to serve me, just lie down." He at least had
some compassion.

Leng Xue was utterly speechless. Seeing his lustful eyes, she knew that saying anything was pointless; most of
the men were no different from wild beasts. Distracted, Leng Xue couldn't concentrate, her inner energy surging wildly within her body
.

"What's wrong? You look so pale!" Fan Jianxin, awakened by the noise, saw Leng Xue's pale face and
large beads of sweat on her forehead. She quickly got out of bed, went to her side, and touched her forehead; it was frighteningly hot
.

Leng Xue looked at Fan Jianxin, wanting to say something, but no sound came out. Leng Xue's inner energy surged
wildly, and she tried her best to guide its flow.

The officer noticed her unusual behavior but showed no sign of stopping. After touching her flower-like lips for a while without finding any moisture,
he forced himself on her, parting her legs and thrusting his penis inside.

"Ugh!" Leng Xue groaned softly, her body suddenly stiffening, her inner energy surging uncontrollably. She panicked
; this would lead to a qi deviation and potentially kill the officer, exposing her identity.

Her vagina was dry and tight; even with all his strength, the officer could only insert halfway. He couldn't
understand it ; he had slept with her just days before, and it had gone in smoothly then. Though strange, a man wouldn't
stop in this situation. He roared, his penis thrusting even more violently.

With brute force, his penis broke through the dry, stiff vagina, penetrating to its deepest point. The officer breathed heavily, his strength
greatly depleted. After catching his breath, he tried to pull his penis out, but found it difficult. It was like a nail driven into
a wooden board; it wasn't easy to drive in, and pulling it out required considerable effort.

Leng Xue, on the other hand, looked as if a nail had truly pierced her body; her expression was one of extreme pain, and her limbs convulsed uncontrollably.
Seeing her condition, Officer Long hesitated, not immediately thrusting his half-inserted penis further in.

"She's like this, and you still want to do it? Don't you have any humanity?!" Fan Jianxin grabbed Officer Long's arm
and shouted.

"Get away, it's none of your business!" Officer Long shoved him to the ground.

Fan Jianxin scrambled to her feet, quickly stripped off her clothes, and went back to him. "I know you like her a lot,
but look, she's really no good!" She gripped the officer's shoulders tightly, turning him to face her. "Look at me, I'm
not bad either. Let me serve you, it'll be great, okay?" Seeing the officer somewhat tempted, Fan Jianxin
pleaded tearfully, "Look at her again, kill her, then you won't have any more fun, please!"

The officer looked at Leng Xue, whose eyes were closed and who was convulsing like she had an epileptic seizure, then at the naked Fan
Jianxin , and finally slowly pulled his penis out.

"If you don't let me have my fill, I'll make you regret it!" The officer dragged Fan Jianxin to the other side of
the bed.

Leng Xue breathed a long sigh of relief. Without the disturbance, she could finally slowly channel her scattered inner energy. Fan
Jianxin had saved her; she would definitely repay this debt in the future.

Even as the officer Long raped her, Fan Jianxin remained uneasy, secretly watching Leng Xue. Only when Leng Xue's breathing calmed
and her face regained color did she feel slightly relieved. To prevent the officer Long from turning his attention back to
Leng Xue , Fan Jianxin did everything she could to ensure he had his fill.

Leng Xue opened her eyes. The most dangerous first stage had passed safely; now she only needed to expel the drug's effects
. Compared to the first stage, the danger was much less since her internal energy had returned to normal. She turned to Fan
Jianxin , and seeing her concerned gaze, a deep warmth welled up in her heart.

When the officer Long finished his lust and left, Leng Xue had
already was terrifying!" Fan Jianxin quickly went to her side.

"Thank you! I'm fine now." Leng Xue sat up, took some tissues from the cabinet, and wiped her thighs.

She had run over as soon as the officer Long left; the man's filth was now flowing from her private parts, leaving her inner thighs a
mess .

“Of course, we're best friends! I can do it myself.” Fan Jianxin smiled and took the tissue, suddenly
noticing a change in Leng Xue.

“Why are you looking at me like that!” Leng Xue noticed Fan Jianxin's dazed expression.

“You seem a little different,” Fan Jianxin said.

Leng Xue smiled and said, “How could that be?” She became wary; if even Fan Jianxin could sense
something was wrong with her, then encountering a master of Qinglong's level would be truly dangerous. In fact, as long as she didn't circulate her true energy, one…
Under normal circumstances, this would be undetectable. Fan Jian's mental strength was extremely strong; she sensed subtle changes in Leng Xue, such as
the unconscious confidence that came with regaining her martial arts skills. That's why she noticed Leng Xue's change.

Because she had decided to act immediately, Fan Jian ate lunch and rested to conserve her energy.
Uncle Hai came again in the afternoon as usual, and Leng Xue clung to him, letting Fan Jian sleep a little longer. Uncle Hai
didn't notice anything different about Leng Xue and continued to have sex with her for an hour or so. Having been raped so many times,
she had developed a strong mental fortitude, but this afternoon Leng Xue was particularly distressed, not because of anything else, but precisely because she
had regained her martial arts skills.

When someone lacks the ability to do something, it's easier to accept their fate, but having the ability to do something
and not doing it is incredibly painful. For over twenty days, she had endured the rape of men, her hatred growing stronger each day.
She truly wanted to kill every beast who had violated her. At this moment, she possessed this ability; with a single,
gentle slap, she could kill the man who had raped her. Yet, she still had to endure his toying and even cooperate, just as she always had . Leng Xue's heart was filled with bitterness , worse than if she had swallowed a bitter herb. The only consolation was that Fan Jianxin was sleeping soundly
beside her , offering some comfort. At four o'clock in the afternoon, Fan Jianxin, still asleep, was shaken awake by the man; it was time for work. Leng Xue admired her mental fortitude; she had slept soundly all afternoon. Fan Jianxin used her mental power to make the man who had raped her ejaculate quickly, then feigned a sick and pitiful state. Leng Xue, on the other hand, was responsible for pulling the man towards her, trying to give Fan Jianxin some time to rest. Using mental power required physical strength, sacrificing the most precious thing a young girl could have. Success or failure hinged on tonight; if she failed, Fan Jianxin would die with regrets. While this allowed Fan Jianxin to conserve her energy, it greatly burdened Leng Xue. Using mental power to violate physiological laws and ejaculate prematurely always made men feel particularly uncomfortable. Despite her burning desire, her penis wouldn't get . Therefore, when Fan Jianxin first used this technique, she suffered numerous acts of sadistic abuse, to the point that she never dared to use her mental power to do it again. When Leng Xue lured the man who had been raping Fan Jianxin to her bed, the man, fueled by nameless lust, became particularly violent. Violence is contagious; when the man raping Leng Xue saw the violence of his new partner, he too would become violent. Generally, while one could rape women at will here, women were considered resources, tools, so there were still some rules. For example, serious or irreversible harm could not be caused to women, and several men were not allowed to rape the same . Today, Leng Xue had actively invited the two of them to join her, a rare opportunity for them. The man summoned by Leng Xue couldn't get hard immediately, so he first targeted her full, firm breasts, roughly kneading and rubbing them before ordering her to perform oral sex. Leng Xue's naked body possessed a devilish allure, and soon, under the intense dual stimulation of her senses and flesh, his penis grew large in her mouth. Having regained his virility, he couldn't wait to enter her body, but her honeypot was occupied by another man's penis. The two conspired and switched positions, leaving Leng Xue sandwiched between them like a sandwich. "Wait!" Leng Xue cried out, the man's penis pressing against her crotch from behind. Although her anus had healed , without lubricant, it was still easy to cause injury. "Wait for what?" the man behind her said impatiently. "I'll put something on it." Leng Xue reached for a small bottle on the table, but her arm was grabbed by the man halfway there. "What do you need? Just spit some saliva." The man spat some saliva on his palm and smeared it haphazardly on her anus. Having her anus torn during her first rape, Leng Xue had a particularly strong fear of anal sex. Not many men came here requesting anal sex, and those who did usually used lubricant. At the Christmas party, she had been anally penetrated again , and for days afterward, her anus remained in a tearing pain, making her even more disgusted with anal sex. The man behind her growled and thrashed, his penis thrusting wildly, but he couldn't penetrate her anus. He spread her rounded buttocks and tried to insert his index finger, but it wouldn't go in either. "Smack!" He slammed his hand heavily on her snowy buttocks, cursing, "Damn it, is your asshole solid?!" Leng Xue suddenly woke up. Because of her fear of anal sex, she subconsciously channeled her inner energy there, causing her anus to contract like an impenetrable fortress. Cold sweat broke out on her forehead. She immediately withdrew her inner energy, suppressing it deep within her dantian, warning herself not to make the same mistake again. With her inner energy released, she thrust her finger into her anus, too forcefully, her nail scraping the tender flesh, causing a burning pain. When the man withdrew his finger, Leng Xue quickly relaxed her body, raising her alluring buttocks to welcome the penis 's penetration. Fortunately, the man's penis wasn't too large, and even without lubricant, it went in . The man roared like a beast, his two penises pounding wildly inside her. Just like in the afternoon, the frustration of being powerless was even stronger, like something was choking her. Leng Xue felt a pang of sorrow, and crystal tears fell from her beautiful, bright eyes. She had cried the night she lost her virginity ; she had cried when she saw the abused Phoenix Warrior You Xiaorui; and now, having regained her martial arts skills and gained powerful fighting strength, she was still being penetrated by two penises, her heart filled with unbearable injustice, and tears of pain streamed down her face again. She was a warrior, with unwavering faith and tenacious fighting spirit, but she was ultimately just a person, a woman, a young woman in the prime of her life, barely twenty years old. She too had dreams and aspirations, but when those dreams shattered, how could she not be heartbroken? Fan Jianxin was shocked to see Leng Xue crying. How could she rest peacefully? She hurriedly got out of bed, wanting to pull the man who had violated Leng Xue back. "I'm fine, you're sick, you should rest!" Leng Xue called out as she saw Fan Jianxin approaching. "I'm much better, come here." Fan Jianxin was still worried about her, so she reached out to pull the man who was pressing down on Leng Xue's back. The man hesitated; anal sex was indeed very stimulating, and he didn't want to give up this opportunity, but it was against the rules . Caught between the two, Leng Xue turned her head, wiping away her tears, and said to Fan Jianxin, "You're sick, you must rest . I can handle it!" She emphasized "you're sick," implying that she had an important task tonight and shouldn't be distracted. Then she smiled at Fan Jianxin, telling her she was fine. The beautiful smile with tears in her eyes stunned Fan Jianxin. Looking at the ugly thing piercing her flawless white body, her heart ached inexplicably. Her angelic purity shouldn't be forever trapped in the dark mire, and the man's violation of her was even more unacceptable.

Forgivable sins. Even if not for the mission, for her sake alone, she must restore light to Luofeng Island. Thinking
this, Fan Jianxin felt an immense responsibility. She silently retreated, returned to her bed, lay down,
turned to calm her turbulent mind, and seized every second to recover her strength.

That night, Leng Xue lured the men who had raped Fan Jianxin to her side one by one, subjecting her to
double humiliation. Five of the first seven men chose to attack her from both sides, and to avoid agitating Fan Jianxin,
Leng Xue rarely even cried out or groaned, but she knew Fan Jianxin was secretly watching her.

When it came to the eighth man, Fan Jianxin didn't use her mental power to make him ejaculate prematurely, not wanting Leng Xue to share
her burden. Leng Xue was a little anxious, constantly trying to signal to Fan Jianxin, but Fan Jianxin always avoided her
gaze .

As soon as they left, Leng Xue said urgently, "Didn't we agree? I'm fine!" Fan Jianxin remained silent,
turning her head away without a word.

"If you don't do what we agreed on, you won't consider me a friend anymore!" Leng Xue said angrily.

"Are you really sure you can do it?" Fan Jianxin finally asked.

"Don't worry, I can do it," Leng Xue smiled.

Finally, it was two o'clock, and both of them were on tenterhooks. They were too outstanding; for the past ten days or so, they had been working overtime
for nearly half the time, and the previous two days they had been working until after four o'clock every day. If they moved out after four o'clock, the control room was
three kilometers away, and they would have to cross a small mountain; they definitely wouldn't make it in time. Leng Xue had already begged Uncle Hai to let them have a normal
rest today.

Just as it turned two o'clock, Uncle Hai walked in, and their hearts sank. Sure enough, Uncle Hai told them that there were still
people waiting today, and they needed to work overtime.

"Uncle Hai, didn't you promise us a normal rest today? We've been working until four or
five o'clock for several days in a row; our bodies really can't take it!" Leng Xue pleaded.

Uncle Hai chuckled and said, "Sigh, who told you to be so popular? Those people
have ; I can't let them go home disappointed! Tomorrow, you can have a normal rest tomorrow." With that,
he turned and left the room.

Hope turned to despair. The two women stared at each other in silence. Hurried footsteps sounded outside, and they both let out a long
, silent sigh, their spirits plummeting.

Leng Xue and Fan Jianxin exchanged a helpless glance. Two black men, nearly two meters tall, pushed open the door and entered.

They gasped, their eyes filled with fear as they exchanged another look. There were about a dozen black
soldiers Due to differences in Eastern and Western physiology, black men's penises were exceptionally thick and long, almost comparable to a donkey's. These
two men were twins, one named Locke and the other Dick, but they looked almost identical;
those unfamiliar with them couldn't tell them apart. These brothers had the thickest and longest penises of all the black men, and were the most vigorous in bed.
The two brothers had raped them, relentlessly for a full hour like powerful pile drivers, leaving a particularly deep impression.

At two in the morning, Leng Xue and Fan Jianxin, with a do-or-die determination, prepared for battle. Their blood was boiling,
the battle horn had sounded, but in an instant, the charge and the fight vanished, leaving them utterly devastated. Although
they also saw being raped by men as a battle, this battle was not the same as the previous one; neither of them possessed
the courage .

Amidst maniacal laughter, a bear-like beast pressed down on their snow-
white , delicate bodies. The weight of over two hundred pounds made it difficult for them to breathe. Leng Xue and Fan Jianxin, already quite tall, were barely visible against the mountain-like blackness, as
fragile as pear blossoms in a storm. The contrast between the blackness and the pure white was breathtaking.

The two brothers' thrusting and withdrawing movements were perfectly synchronized, the immense impact causing their bodies to undulate like waves. Their
toes, raised in mid-air, were taut as rulers and taut as strings, silently lamenting their wounded hearts and aching bodies.

Their fighting spirit waned, their courage waning. Thinking of their superhuman sexual prowess and recalling their previous
rape—they'd changed positions ten times in an hour, a horrific sight.

Leng Xue and Fan Jianxin exchanged glances, seeing each other's pain, exhaustion, and even fleeting despair. Yet,
deep within each other's eyes, they saw unwavering resolve and determination; as long as the flame of life remained, they would fight to their last breath.

The black brothers, after a hundred thrusts, lifted themselves up, their large black hands gripping their slender ankles, their massive arms
outstretched, their shapely legs stretched like scissors—had their flexibility not been so good, their muscles would have been
torn apart. Once in position, their black penises flashed and disappeared between their legs.

These two black brothers had a peculiar habit: they focused intently on their work, making little noise. Leng Xue and Fan Jianxin, too, gritted their teeth and
remained silent, making the sounds of flesh colliding in the room all the more loud.

For a full ten minutes, the relentless, high-speed thrusting left both women with disheveled hair and fine beads of
sweat on their pristine white bodies. In the eleventh minute, the black brothers changed positions. Leng Xue and Fan Jianxin were flipped over,
face down, backs to the sky, knees on the bed, their round, jade-like buttocks raised high.

"Smack—" Four large hands slammed heavily onto their buttocks, the black hands gripping their flesh tightly. As they thrust simultaneously, their thick,
arm-like penises disappeared between their thighs. The black brothers, once still, moved like tigers descending a mountain; the "smack,
smack, smack" sounds instantly rose eight octaves. The fleshy buttocks were much louder than the impact of their groin, clearly
audible .

Leng Xue and Fan Jianxin secretly prepared themselves; based on their previous experience, the black brothers would soon grab their
arms and lift their bent-over bodies. The penis was originally inserted horizontally into the vagina, but when the upper body straightened and the buttocks pressed down,
the change in body angle caused the penis to thrust upwards, forcefully arching against the upper vaginal wall, instantly increasing the pain tenfold.

Sure enough, the black men gripped their arms with perfect coordination, both exerting force. Leng Xue and Fan Jianxin
propped themselves up, thrusting out their high breasts, their bodies arching backwards. Only submission was possible; resistance, given their
strength, could easily cause injury.

While the black men adjusted their positions, Uncle Hai and two other men entered. It turned out there were others
in line after the black men. They were anxiously waiting, and the loud "crackling" sounds from inside only fueled their lust. They gave
Uncle Hai some more money, and he agreed to let them in to watch the performance and pass the time. As soon as they entered, they saw Leng Xue and
Fan Jianxin arching their backs, revealing their stunning bodies. The three of them were stunned, their mouths agape,
their eyes practically popping out of their sockets.

Leaving aside the other two, let's just talk about Uncle Hai. Uncle Hai had been with both of them and had witnessed their rape. In his memory,
although they were both stunningly beautiful, having been ridden and violated by thousands of men, even their unparalleled beauty had made them withered flowers. Therefore, while he still had enough
sexual interest , he wasn't obsessed with them.

But Uncle Hai was still stunned by the scene before him; it was too breathtaking. Extreme black and extreme white, muscular and
graceful, ugly and beautiful, conqueror and conquered, along with awe-inspiring lines, exaggeratedly protruding breasts, and
flat concave bellies—the phrase

"Beauty and the Beast" flashed through Uncle Hai's mind.

Seeing the audience captivated, the black men, brimming with arrogance,
charged forward like mad bulls, like heavy tanks. The impact wasn't as crisp as before, but the force was even greater. The shockwave started from their hips, first
causing their waists to tremble, then their full breasts shot upwards, accompanied by their pretty faces and flowing hair,
all rising like waves. As the first wave subsided, an even stronger force stirred up a tumbling motion, propelling their bodies to
even higher points.

"Go outside and get two stools, sit down and watch!" Uncle Hai finally came to his senses after a long while, and said to the two who were still
dumbfounded , "Get some water, my mouth is very dry."

This kind of sexual position is extremely difficult and can easily injure women. They have to
relax . Leng Xue and Fan Jianxin had no time to exchange glances anymore, each silently
dealing with wave after wave of impact, trying their best to protect their bodies from harm.

But the serious thing was that the black brothers came in the afternoon last time, and their physical condition was still good then, but
today they had been raped by multiple men, especially Leng Xue, who was even more exhausted. Although she usually didn't have sexual desire,
if she didn't deliberately control it, she would still secrete some love juice when being raped by men, which would moisten and protect her vagina. But now,
Leng Xue's vagina was getting drier and drier, and it was burning with pain.

Having super sexual ability is a man's dream, and Uncle Hai and the others were inferior to them, and could only watch it as a performance.

"The next position is standing," Leng Xue recalled the process of being raped by them last time. Although standing was
difficult and tiring, it was still easier than the current position.

After half an hour of the rape, the two women were dragged off the bed. The black men made them stand facing Uncle Hai
and his men , legs spread apart. Their large hands gripped their slender waists, and their penises, which had been withdrawn from their bodies less than half a minute ago
, were filled into their vaginas again.

Leng Xue turned her face to Fan Jianxin, who was slightly shorter than her and had to struggle to stand on her tiptoes to better
accommodate the penises. This position was not as thrilling as before, and the audience gradually got used to it, their expressions
relaxing .

To attract their attention again, the black men gave a wink, and their bent bodies suddenly straightened up.

Leng Xue was 1.71 meters tall, and Fan Jianxin was 1.67 meters tall. They would appear very tall next to Uncle Hai, but they looked petite next to the
nearly two- black men.

As soon as the two black men stood up, the penises inserted into their vaginas pushed up their bodies, and their feet reluctantly
left . Their bodies immediately lost their balance as they were suspended in mid-air, their upper bodies beginning to lean forward. Just as they were about to slip and fall, the black
man suddenly grabbed their inner thighs, lifting their legs in an M-shape in mid-air.

Although they were holding onto their thighs and had a pulling force, it wasn't enough, and their bodies still leaned forward. If they fell,
they could easily break their heads. Leng Xue reacted extremely quickly, reaching back with both hands to grab the black man's shoulders, stabilizing her body in mid-air.

Fan Jianxin, however, didn't react. Just as she was about to fall,
the
black man, in a moment of quick thinking, bit her hair, forcefully pulling her body back. Fan Jianxin cried out in pain, and to avoid falling, she had no choice but to grab the black man's shoulders like Leng Xue.

"Strong!"

"Good!"

"Amazing!"

Seeing this unprecedented sexual position, the audience's eyes lit up, and they
shouted .

This was exactly the effect the black man wanted. They let out a low growl, raising their hands that were supporting her legs.
Leng Xue and Fan Jianxin's naked bodies rose, their charcoal-black penises peeking out from between her bright red, delicate lips. Just as
the glans was almost visible, they simultaneously released their grip, and under the pull of gravity, their bodies plummeted, the charcoal-black penises vanishing
between their legs.

Uncle Hai and the others, standing nearby, watched with crystal clarity as the penises appeared and disappeared again,
as the vibrant red petals and buds swayed like a dance under the impact, as the snow-white, rounded breasts bounced up and down,
as the taut toes drew beautiful arcs in the air… Every temptation made them lose their minds,
forgetting the passage of time, forgetting where they were.

This sexual position was extremely physically demanding; continuously lifting and lowering a body weighing nearly 100 pounds was not
something everyone could do. If the woman were facing them, with her arms around their neck and legs clamped around their waist, they could use some leverage, but with her
back to them, it required immense strength.

However, it was undeniable that this position offered the best visual spectacle. The woman's most beautiful and intimate
parts were laid bare, the insertion and withdrawal of the penis crystal clear. Coupled with Leng Xue and Fan Jianxin's unparalleled
beauty, such a scene would be unforgettable at first glance.

After using her internal energy during the anal sex that afternoon, Leng Xue hadn't used any ancient martial arts to alleviate the pain and injury. She wasn't
worried that these men would realize she knew martial arts, but rather that she feared it would become a habit, that she would uncontrollably use
her internal energy whenever she was hurt. Without using internal energy, even a top-tier master wasn't much different from an ordinary person, and today she had endured the rape of
twice as many , her strength already exhausted.

The two black men also began to sweat, their bodies becoming slippery. Extremely tired, Leng Xue's hand slipped,
losing her grip on the other man's shoulder, and she fell forward rapidly. Fan Jianxin, seeing this, quickly reached out to pull her up
. The black man, who should have been out of reach but was still gripping Leng Xue's thigh, turned his body, and Fan Jianxin grabbed her shoulder.

Because of excessive force, Fan Jianxin's other hand slipped, leaving her without support as she charged forward like Leng Xue. At this moment, the black man
raping her turned around, and Leng Xue and Fan Jianxin faced each other directly. They grabbed each other's
shoulders, forming a 45-degree "V" shape in mid-air.

This position wasn't designed by the black man raping them, but being connected in mid-air provided a point of support,
greatly reducing the strength they needed. They stepped forward, the angle of the "V" shape gradually decreasing until it was almost
vertical .

In this situation, Leng Xue and Fan Jianxin could only embrace each other, their naked bodies pressed tightly together.

The two black men began a new round of thrusting, the force amplified tenfold by the support in front, and
the dull "crackling" sounds echoed in the room again.

Clinging tightly, their full breasts inevitably pressed and rubbed against each other, revealing an incomparably alluring sight.
A scene of passion unfolded. Three spectators sat in a throbbing embrace. Uncle Hai's mouth hung open, long drops of saliva dripping from the corners. One woman gripped her thigh tightly,
her nails digging into her flesh without her noticing. Another rubbed her penis haphazardly, her crotch soaked, yet she continued to scratch.

With each thrust, their shoulders, breasts, abdomens, and thighs pressed together, clearly feeling
the throbbing of each other's bodies, even the intense spasms of the penises inserted into each other's vaginas.

Leng Xue whispered in Fan Jianxin's ear, "We have to hold on."

At this moment, such words of concern and comfort were so heartwarming, so invigorating. Her encouragement gave
Fan Jianxin much courage, and she whispered back, "We'll hold on together."

Suddenly, Leng Xue remembered something. She pulled her hand back, struggling to squeeze some saliva from her dry mouth,
and with great difficulty, lowered her hand. Their vaginas were so dry; even a little bit of moisture would be helpful.
Leng Xue didn't smear the saliva on herself, but instead applied it all to the penis inserted into Fan Jianxin's vagina.

A warm current surged through Fan Jianxin's body once more, her beautiful eyes glistening with tears. Before she could wipe
away her tears, she, like Leng Xue, spat out saliva to moisten them.

Just as the two were trying to do the same thing, the two black men seemed to notice. They simultaneously took large
steps back , their tightly embracing bodies separating into a V-shape. The angle of the arch rapidly narrowed; they
could no longer grasp each other's shoulders, only their arms. As the distance increased, even their arms could no longer hold on, leaving them only to clasp each other
's hands.

The black men's hands, which had been gripping their thighs, began to move backward, to below their knees. Then, with a sudden movement, their
legs, like scissors, passed through the black men's bodies, rising straight up. The penises inside them began their fierce
assault again, each impact followed by their V-shaped bodies tumbling like waves.

This position was improvised by them, and it was the most difficult. Their hands were enormous, able to firmly
grip their legs; otherwise, Leng Xue and Fan Jianxin would have immediately fallen to the ground.

This position of intercourse pushed them beyond their limits. If Leng Xue and Fan Jianxin were ordinary girls, they would never have
survived . With each impact, their arms, which were bracing against each other, had to bend appropriately, otherwise, they
risked fractures. Although Leng Xue wasn't using her inner energy, her physical strength far surpassed that of an ordinary girl, and Fan Jianxin had also undergone rigorous
training. Therefore, they cooperated seamlessly, using wave-like movements to neutralize the immense force.

One of the Black men spoke in English, which they both understood: "Turn over." The Black man grabbed
their legs, and their naked bodies were turned 180 degrees, facing forward. When the two Black men began to penetrate,
they found it difficult to bend their arms, and unable to see each other's faces, they couldn't coordinate effectively.

After enduring several impacts, to avoid breaking their arms, they had to let go. Fortunately, the Black men
were agile and quick-witted; they caught them around the waist and lifted them up as their heads hit the floor.

Leng Xue and Fan Jianxin quickly wrapped their arms around each other's necks, their legs clamping around their waists, finally returning to a relatively
normal sexual position. For them, this was a huge relief. They had the courage to venture into the demon's lair alone, naturally possessing
excellent mental fortitude, the courage to face harsh environments, and the resourcefulness to protect themselves in dire situations. During their
acrobatic intercourse, they hadn't thought of anything else, focusing entirely on the battle. But now that the crisis was over, their
hearts ached, the humiliating scenes flashing through their minds, a deep sorrow enveloping them.

The demanding intercourse had also exhausted the black brothers' strength. They carried Leng Xue and Fan Jianxin back to their respective
beds, lying comfortably, gesturing for them to face Uncle Hai, continuing their sexual
game in a woman-on-top position.

The two half-squatted, beginning to twist their hips up and down. Their strength was long gone; their bent legs trembled
uncontrollably , each lift of their hips extremely difficult. The slow pace greatly displeased the two black men, who
urged them on, their massive hands slapping the snow-white, plump buttocks repeatedly. But even with their buttocks reddened from the blows, they couldn't increase
their speed .

After resting for about five minutes, the black men regained much of their strength, and their slow, swaying movements certainly didn't satisfy
them . Two pairs of massive black hands lifted their buttocks, their penises thrusting into the
deepest parts of their bodies from bottom to top time and again.

………………………………………………………………………………

Li Quan should have been very happy today, having captured the Extreme Angel member who escaped from Ding Fei, not only making
a great contribution but also humiliating Ding Fei. Unexpectedly, his joy turned to sorrow. Tian Lei's murder at the Silver Moon Tower undoubtedly greatly
angered Mo Zhentian. Upon learning this news, he was restless and extremely depressed.

Knowing that Mo Zhentian had personally tortured Shui Ling, Li Quan couldn't help but sigh with regret. He knew Tian Lei was Mo Zhentian's younger
brother and expected him to kill Shui Ling to vent his anger. Mr. Six Stars hypnotized Shui Ling, and
the video of Liu Rihui and Liu Liwei molesting Shui Ling fell into his hands first. After watching the video, he was itching with desire; how lucky those two despicable people were to have stumbled upon her
. The image of Shui Ling's breasts flashed through his mind, and the thought of the owner of those huge breasts soon becoming a cold
corpse filled Li Quan with extreme frustration.

After Baihu Yin Xiao left with the Eighteen Tiger Guards, Li Quan began to
torture . Gao Yun, Sheng Hongyu, Chi Fengqin, Fu Shaomin, and Yan Lanyin were brutally gang-raped and then
subjected to further torture.

Tian Lei was killed, and the escaped Extreme Angel Ximen Jingyun posed a great threat. If he could pry open their mouths and
capture Ximen Jingyun, Li Quan would no longer be punished, so he used every ruthless method he could think of.

Sheng Hongyu's tender labia were pierced with steel needles, the wounds stimulated with salt water as they were inserted; Gao Yun was forced to drink a huge amount
of chili water, her belly swollen high, her urethra and anus blocked, while the man brutally beat her
pregnant-looking abdomen with a wooden stick; Chi Fengqin was injected with a drug that caused excruciating, burning pain in the nerves, a pain so intense that
few could endure it; Fu Shaomin was injected with hallucinogens and strong aphrodisiacs.

Li Quan hesitated when deciding what torture to use on Yan Lanyin. Should he torture her along with everyone else? Or should he
take elsewhere? Li Quan felt that taking her away was inappropriate, as it would easily alert others to her problems. He initially considered
lighter punishment, but then changed his mind. During the gang rape, he clearly saw intense regret, guilt, and even deep hatred in Yan Lanyin's eyes
. "She hasn't truly submitted to him yet!" Li Quan was somewhat
annoyed.

The cold metal clamps gripped Yan Lanyin's breasts, and the gleaming steel rod plunged into her vagina. Looking at the
long , Yan Lanyin knew what awaited her. She didn't even bother to ask Li a question with her eyes.
Why must she endure such torture? She even hoped the electric current would be stronger; perhaps the physical
pain could suppress the inner agony, making her feel better.

The powerful electric shocks tore at Yan Lanyin's most tender and sensitive parts. Amidst screams, she writhed like a frenzied
dancer , her naked, alluring body twisting in a cruel yet incredibly seductive dance.
The man administering the torture, aroused, boldly asked Li Quan to rape her when the first shock stopped.

Yan Lanyin gasped for breath. This electric shock was the most intense pain she had ever experienced.
Although the pain was excruciating, she still longed for it to return. When she submitted to Li Quan, she never
imagined betrayal would cause her such pain. Only in this extreme pain could she temporarily forget the betrayal, and only then
could she stop hearing the screams of her comrades being tortured.

The man's penis penetrated her body, and her vagina, which had been subjected to a 100,000-volt electric shock, temporarily lost sensation. However,
she could still see herself being raped once again. With Li Quan's tacit approval, the other henchmen also took advantage of
the breaks to vent their pent-up lust.

Sheng Hongyu's bloodied and mangled genitals were penetrated by a penis, and the man raping her completely ignored the pain. With each
thrust blood splattered. Gao Yun, with her round, plump buttocks raised
and her belly protruding, vomited bloody chili water. A huge penis thrust rapidly between her thighs from behind. She lost control of her bladder during the rape, but the penis did not stop
. The "crackling" sounds of the impact grew louder and louder.

The worst off was Chi Fengqin. After being injected with the drug, she began to scream hysterically. Even while being raped
, she continued to scream hoarsely despite her delirium.

The woman who most aroused the men was Fu Shaomin. She was more wanton than any other woman they had ever seen.
The endless flow of her juices from her lips left the men raping her speechless. As soon as their penises entered, she cried out in ecstasy
, her naked body writhing wildly like a water snake, giving the men the illusion of being raped. Fu Shaomin already
had the aphrodisiac of the demonic sect in her body, and now she had been injected with hallucinogens and aphrodisiacs; she was completely lost in a dreamlike state of
desire .

Yan Lanyin watched all this with immense sorrow. She had led them into this hellish abyss. She began to question
her choice. Was family ties everything? Was it right for them to suffer such
humiliation for the sake of family? Yan Lanyin was utterly bewildered. She only knew that even if the snow were to return to the light of day, she would never have the courage
to live in this world again.

During the rape and torture, Mo Zhentian ordered Sheng Hongyu to be taken away. "Is the chairman going to interrogate them personally?"

Li Quan couldn't fathom Mo Zhentian's intentions. The brutal interrogation
continued amidst their screams, all in an attempt to extract information.

About half an hour later, the naked Shui Ling was escorted into the cell. Li Quan
jumped up from his stool, utterly astonished. Mo Zhentian hadn't killed Shui Ling; this was incredibly unexpected. His astonishment was quickly replaced by
ecstatic joy . He had finally seen the enormous breasts he had longed for. As the person in charge of managing the Silver Moon Pavilion, Li Quan
had seen countless beauties, including exceptional beauties like Ji Xiaoyun, Lin Lan, and Yan Lanyin. While
beauty standards varied, and he couldn't judge who was superior, the fullness of her breasts was unlike anything he had ever seen.

Just seeing Shui Ling from afar ignited Li Quan's lust.

===

...

Despite her alluring and delicate side,
she still exudes a sense of determination. This was evident in her initial act of rape by Ding Fei, where she displayed considerable courage.
However, she was soon repeatedly raped under the coercion of her lecherous colleague, Liu Liwei. It should be said that at this point, her air of
confusion began to emerge.

Yan Lanyin's temperament, like that of cold snow, is relatively difficult to comprehend (for example, heroic bearing,
dignified tranquility , and noble elegance are easier to understand).

One could try to understand it this way: a flower in a downpour, facing a cruel environment, may
fall , or it may survive the ordeal; this flower represents confusion. Or
, like a lamp flickering in complete darkness, perhaps it will go out in the next moment, or it may continue to shine;
this lamp represents confusion. This

air of confusion is very attractive, especially to men with a desire for rape and conquest. Imagine
raping a strong-willed, unyielding woman. The first rape might bring a strong sense of accomplishment, but
the second, third, and many times, when she continues to resist, glare angrily, or even despise
you , you'll feel frustrated, and your sexual interest will diminish. Conversely, raping a utterly desperate woman
lacks the sense of conquest, and you'll find her soulless and tasteless.

Yan Lanyin's confused temperament lies somewhere in between. Faced with rape, she often chooses submission. During the rape
, you feel she hasn't completely submitted, yet you also feel she's just a little closer to complete
submission . Of course, the man raping her may not have a deep understanding of her temperament, but
it's precisely this temperament that sustains his intense sexual interest in her.

Background: Yan Lanyin witnessed her mother's rape as a child and nearly suffered the same fate herself. These
experiences instilled in her a fear of sex. After marriage, although she loves her husband, she cannot forget the past, even resorting to
bondage to achieve sexual deflowering.

During an operation, her younger sister, Yan Feixue, fell into the clutches of the Black Dragon Society, beginning her nightmarish life.
Under duress, she was first raped by Ding Fei, the vice president of the Black Dragon Society. Then, Liu Liwei, along with Lei Gang, Tie Tou
, and others from the police station, raped her in the police station office, on the rooftop, in the interrogation room, and even in front of her drunken husband. This was just
the beginning of her hellish life.

After enduring repeated humiliations, Yan Lanyin entered the Silver Moon Pavilion, controlled by Li Quan, a core figure in the Black Dragon Society, and underwent
female training. When her husband, Zhou Zhengwei, witnessed her being raped and left her, Yan Lanyin's defenses finally crumbled, and she
agreed to work for Li Quan.

Because of Yan Lanyin's betrayal, the cult members Gao Yun, Sheng Hongyu, and Chi Fengqin, along with mainland policewoman Fu Shaomin,
fell into his clutches. Yan Lanyin was consumed by deep remorse.

Commentary: Yan Lanyin is a very special case because the main storyline of Phoenix is the war between Phoenix and the Demonic Cult, and Yan
Lanyin is not a member of Phoenix. Moreover, in the conception, Yan Lanyin is not an extremely perfect woman like Leng Xue.
Similar characters include Shui Ling, who is quite popular due to her large breasts in Phoenix; Fu Shaomin is somewhat interesting,
while other policewomen like Shu Yiping, cult members like Sheng Hongyu, and North Korean agent Cui Yingzhen also have considerable screen
time, but their popularity is far less. Many people likely consider Yan Lanyin to be the most captivating
character . The readers' fondness for Yan Lanyin has prompted me to continuously increase her screen time.

Many have offered their reasons for liking Yan Lanyin: they find her realistic, flesh-and-blood, with fear,
despair, confusion, and intense emotions, unlike the Phoenix Warriors or Extreme Warriors, who are all
unyielding , fearless champions of justice. Speaking of which, it's somewhat disheartening; I can only strive
to make the Phoenix Warriors more fleshed out in the future.

Like many characters in the story, Yan Lanyin's journey is not yet complete; where she will go, I don't know either.

Chapter 3: The Flames of War, Section 5: A Thick Fog, Chapter 6:

Uncle Hai and the others finally came to their senses and couldn't help but urge the two black men to hurry up. When the black men asked the time, it was over
fifty minutes. The two grumbled, saying how time had passed so quickly; they felt like only a quarter of an hour had gone by.
Leng Xue and Fan Jianxin were completely speechless; they both thought it had been over an hour. Fortunately, in the last ten minutes, the black men
didn't come up with any new tricks, and the two men endured until they ejaculated.

After the black men left, the two women, their legs feeling like lead, washed their vaginas. A huge gush of milky white semen gushed out,
flowing for quite some time. Before they could dry themselves, the other two men, who had been waiting, pounced
on them . Unfortunately, they ejaculated within two minutes. The performance they had just witnessed was too shocking,
and they were extremely aroused, so it was no wonder.

With an hour allotted, the two women were naturally unwilling to finish so hastily. They bought Viagra from Uncle Hai
at a high price , and finally regained their virility. Taking advantage of a lull, Leng Xue and Fan Jianxin glanced at their private parts. Although there was no bleeding,
it was burning with pain. The vaginal walls were definitely chafed, and their labia majora and minora were somewhat red and swollen.

The two men who had taken Viagra were stronger than before, but compared to the two black stallions, they were not in the same league. They
used some lubricant when they had a chance, which helped them manage. The two women exchanged glances, a deep sense of disappointment filling the air.

Another hour passed. They saw the look in Uncle Hai's eyes and knew it wasn't over yet. Uncle Hai was
the one in charge here, the one person they absolutely couldn't offend.

Uncle Hai also took out a blue pill from his pocket and swallowed it. He rarely took Viagra, but
stimulated by the black men, he hoped to be stronger and more erect. Carefully observing the women cleaning their genitals,
a strange feeling welled up in Uncle Hai's heart. Logically speaking, with three hundred men having raped them, they should have been ruined long ago
. The women here, some were as delicate as flowers, some as pure as water, some as noble and generous, but within half a month, Uncle Hai could smell the stench of decay and death as he
approached them.

Leng Xue and Fan Jianxin were the most beautiful women Uncle Hai had ever seen, especially the more voluptuous Leng Xue, who was as perfect as
a work of art . After the initial amazement, watching the men entering and leaving their rooms, Uncle Hai believed that they would,
like everyone else, wither like flowers and then turn into a putrid black swamp. But at this moment, he couldn't smell that scent.
Looking at their naked bodies, he seemed to detect a faint fragrance.

Uncle Hai's gaze fell on Fan Jianxin, the word "pure" floating in his mind. She was like a flowing mountain spring, crystal clear
, exuding the ethereal aura of nature. How could she be "pure" after being raped by hundreds of men? Uncle Hai
's mind conjured up images of a black, massive rod piercing her body, each deep thrust like ink poured into a stream,
instantly tainting it, but quickly fading away until the water remained clear and pure.

Uncle Hai shook his head in confusion, turning his gaze to Leng Xue. Taller and with a more alluring figure, she was more captivating, but Uncle Hai didn't
notice that. Suddenly, the word "holy" flashed into his mind.

In an instant, Uncle Hai felt a desire to protect her. He chuckled to himself,
finding it . Reason ultimately prevailed over the momentary impulse, but the strange feeling lingered. Looking at her, sealed
memories were unlocked. He suddenly thought of his mother and his sister; he hadn't
thought of them for a very, very long time.

Seeing Uncle Hai's dazed expression, Leng Xue and Fan Jianxin were completely bewildered. Uncle Hai was already familiar with their bodies;
why was he looking at them as if he'd discovered a new continent?

"Uncle Hai, are you alright?" Leng Xue finally couldn't help but ask. She really didn't want to drag this out any longer; she needed
to rest .

"Oh!" Uncle Hai seemed to snap out of a daze, but his eyes remained blank.

Leng Xue just wanted it to end quickly. She gritted her teeth, knelt down beside him, and unbuckled his belt.
Uncle Hai's penis was already erect; he'd taken Viagra, making it much harder than usual.

"Wait a minute!" Uncle Hai suddenly said. Past memories touched the last soft spot in his heart,
and a hint of tenderness appeared in his eyes.

Leng Xue was about to swallow his penis when she heard this and stopped, looking up at Uncle Hai with a puzzled expression.

A touch of holiness awakened a sliver of conscience in Uncle Hai, but years of life in the demonic cult had ingrained cruelty in his very bones, rendering
his fragile conscience weak and powerless. He began to laugh at the absurdity of such a thought.

Uncle Hai waved his hand, signaling that she could begin. Leng Xue lowered her head and took his penis into her mouth, while Fan Jianxin
knelt beside her. The two took turns sucking on Uncle Hai's penis.

Five minutes, ten minutes, fifteen minutes passed, and Uncle Hai made no move. Leng Xue secretly glanced at Uncle Hai, noticing
his unpredictable expression, and dared not ask rashly. Whether they could rest at two o'clock tomorrow was
up to Uncle Hai.

During those fifteen minutes, Uncle Hai suppressed his fleeting, elusive conscience, which sometimes vanished completely
, only to be replaced by inexplicable pity for Leng Xue in the next moment.

When they had been performing oral sex on Uncle Hai for more than half an hour, Fan Jianxin finally lost her patience. She stood up.
She straddled Uncle Hai, spreading her legs, and let his penis enter her body. Uncle Hai remained in a daze.
After fifteen minutes, Fan Jianxin was exhausted, and Leng Xue took over. Only then did Uncle Hai gradually begin to get aroused. After another
fifteen minutes, Uncle Hai finally ejaculated.

"You're tired today, get some rest."

Uncle Hai left the room with a complicated expression. Exhausted, they collapsed and fell asleep.

The next day, Uncle Hai didn't make them work overtime. At 2:15 a.m., Fan Jianxin said goodbye to Leng Xue and jumped out of
the window .

Fan Jianxin was agile and climbed to the summit at an extremely fast speed. From the top, she could see
the lights of the control room in the distance. After descending the mountain, she was only a kilometer away from the control room. In the grass, Fan Jianxin saw two patrolling soldiers. She
used her mind to control the two men, killed one of them first, put the clothes on herself, and then forced the other man
to approach the control room.

At the entrance of the control room, Fan Jianxin silently subdued the two guards and learned about the structure of
the control room . The computer terminal was on the third floor. Entering directly through the front door would undoubtedly be detected by the surveillance equipment, but
without equipment, it would be difficult to climb up the outer wall.

After a moment's thought, Fan Jianxin had no choice but to force her way in through the front door.

"Xiaoxin!" Fan Jianxin heard someone call her name. On the island, her alias was Xia Xiaoxin. She
turned around and saw Leng Xue, also dressed in soldier's uniform, not far away.

"Why are you here too?" Fan Jianxin asked curiously.

"Never mind that for now, we have the same goal," Leng Xue smiled.

"The computer terminal is on the third floor. As long as we destroy the terminal, we can remove the electromagnetic barrier from Luofeng Island," Fan Jianxin
said.

"Okay, let's go up," Leng Xue said.

"Can you make it up?" Fan Jianxin asked.

"Trust me." Leng Xue walked to the wall and said, "Hold onto my waist."

Leng Xue led her up the outer wall to the third floor. Fan Jianxin was amazed by her superhuman strength and agility. They smashed
the window and threw all the collected grenades into the room, turning the computer terminal into a sea of fire.

Leng Xue and Fan Jianxin returned to Jinshui Cape at lightning speed. The faint firelight on the other side of the mountain kept them awake
all night with excitement.

The tranquility was shattered the moment the electromagnetic protection terminal on Luofeng Island was destroyed.

A piercing alarm sounded on the island, and all combat personnel went into battle mode. Qinglong Leipo
commanded with a deathly pale face, his heart sinking into an icy abyss. Although the backup terminal had been activated, a five-minute interval was enough for
Feng's satellites to lock onto the island's precise latitude and longitude. Such a major blunder would surely be severely punished.

At the Feng Dayu Mountain base, Qiu Xuling entered the command center,
her heart . Several ships had been lost and hundreds of Chinese
soldiers sacrificed in the attempt to pinpoint the exact location of Luofeng Island, yet they had failed. But Leng Xue, single-handedly, had accomplished it.

At the Extreme Angels European base… Bai Wuxia's eyes burned with fervor. "Location of Luofeng Island confirmed. Issue an emergency
mobilization order . Mission level S. Notify all team leaders to convene a video conference immediately." After relaying the order, she gazed at
the starry sky, her blood boiling.

The ultimate showdown between good and evil was about to begin.

This day was the happiest day for Leng Xue and Fan Jianxin on the island. When no one was around, they would
secretly laugh, like two mischievous little girls sharing their joy.

At noon, soldiers came to inspect, but they left in a hurry. No one would have guessed that the ones who killed more than a dozen soldiers and
destroyed the control room's terminal system were actually two young
girls at the very bottom of the island, providing sexual services to men every day. Even more gratifying was that no one came in by four o'clock, which meant that after the island was placed under martial law,
no one was allowed to leave their posts.

A simple dinner tasted more delicious to them than a Manchu Han Imperial Feast or a Christmas dinner.

"I am a member of Feng," Leng Xue told Fan Jianxin her true identity.

“I guessed it. Only members of the Phoenix Sect possess power exceeding the limits of human numbers. Many in the Demonic Sect also possess
this power.”

“We call this ancient martial arts, used to unleash human potential, making us stronger and faster. You seem to have special
abilities as well.”

“I am a member of the Extreme Angels. Some in our organization can control others' actions with their minds.”

“You seem to have been avoiding communication with us. The Demonic Sect is our common enemy.”

“Wu Xia doesn't quite trust you, probably because you know ancient martial arts. Her mother was
captured by someone with the same power.”

“Bai Wu Xia's mother is on this island?”

“Yes. Originally, she planned to come and find her mother herself, but I persuaded her. My next mission
is to find her.”

“My sister is also on this island.”

“We will rescue your sister, I promise.”

Looking at Fan Jianxin's confident expression, Leng Xue felt a growing unease. The Demonic Sect was powerful; could the Extreme Angels
possibly conquer Luo Feng Island, one of the three main bases? Once the Demonic Sect knew Luo Feng Island had been exposed, they would definitely strengthen
its defenses . Although the Extreme Angels possess the secret weapon of spiritual power, according to the intelligence Feng has gathered, their
strength is vastly inferior to that of the Demonic Cult. A single misstep could lead to their complete annihilation.

By destroying the control room, Feng or the Extreme Angels could detect the location of Falling Phoenix Island, but
they . Fan Jianxin said that a full mobilization of the Extreme Angels would take twenty days to a month. Leng Xue was worried about the
Extreme Angels' actions, and the thought of this continued existence dampened her joy considerably.

Leng Xue and Fan Jianxin knew that the success of this operation was due to the Demonic Cult's carelessness and a bit of luck. Now,
the entire island was on high alert, and they would have no chance to scout out of Golden Water Corner again. Falling Phoenix Prison was near Qinglong's residence,
far from here, and heavily guarded; there was still no news of Bai Wuxia's mother, Bai Shuang. Finding them
was virtually impossible, which frustrated them.

After only one day of rest, men arrived the next day. They had never seen these men before; they said they had just
arrived on the island and were likely warriors drawn from around the world by the Demonic Cult.

The rapid mobilization of the Demonic Cult deeply worried Leng Xue and Fan Jianxin, but an even greater predicament awaited them. Soon,
the Demonic Cult's reinforcements exceeded a thousand, with more troops continuing to arrive. To satisfy these warriors' sexual frustration and ensure
their fighting strength, they were allowed to go to Jinshui Cape once every three days. This was far from sufficient for the resources of Jinshui Cape.

On the fourth day, Uncle Hai told them that from that day forward, the time allotted for waiting for a man would be shortened from one hour to fifteen minutes.
Working hours were from noon to midnight, twelve hours a day, requiring them
to provide , increasing the frequency of rape by nearly five times.

Uncle Hai had suggested that such intense sexual activity would shorten women's lifespans to one to two months, but
the higher-ups' intentions were clear: maintaining combat effectiveness was paramount, and they would replenish the personnel there after a while.

From that day on, life on Luofeng Island became a true nightmare. Previously, a short period of intercourse was considered ample,
allowing for moments of respite through caresses and conversation, but after being reduced to fifteen minutes, intercourse became like a high-speed train,
with no pauses for even a second.

During working hours, they didn't need to put on clothes, speak, or even get out of bed;
keeping their legs spread was their only task. They no longer had time to clean
their genitals after each encounter; at most, they would hastily wipe themselves with a tissue, leaving the previous man's semen inside them before a new
penis was thrust inside.

When Uncle Hai told them of this decision, they were shocked and secretly prepared, but its severity far
exceeded their imagination. The number of rapes suddenly increased nearly fivefold, a severe blow to their psychology, and their bodies
could hardly bear it.

By evening of the first day, they were so exhausted that they didn't even have the strength to move. Their breasts only
felt pain when the men squeezed them particularly hard, while their lower bodies seemed to have lost all feeling. When a man entered from behind, they
couldn't support their bodies with their hands. Around ten o'clock, Fan Jianxin, who was being raped, actually fell asleep for about ten minutes.

At midnight, the rape finally ended, and neither of them washed their bodies, which were covered in filth and semen.

"Are you alright?" Leng Xue asked.

"Mmm," Fan Jianxin mumbled in response.

"Sleep!" Leng Xue closed her eyes. If they didn't make full use of their sleep time to rest, they simply couldn't hold on.

That night, they slept very soundly, still asleep at midnight. The men who came in didn't care whether they
were asleep or awake, and immediately thrust their penises in. For men, there are only fifteen minutes; every second counts.

Leng Xue and Fan Jianxin were jolted awake by the sight of penises already inside them. Suddenly, the men pulled out
their penises, cursing under their breath, and began probing inside their vaginas with their fingers.

Too much semen remained in their vaginas the previous night, congealing overnight,
making . After a night's rest, their vaginas regained some sensation, but felt like they were being branded with hot irons, burning with
pain.

When their bodies reached their limit, Fan Jianxin occasionally used her mental energy to give her vagina a moment's rest,
but this resulted in an increasing number of purplish-blue bruises on her body. Because of exhaustion, her ability to use mental energy
was greatly reduced.

Leng Xue could have contracted her vagina to help the men reach orgasm faster, but excessive fatigue had rendered her unable to do so.

Of course, she could still do it using her internal energy, but she hesitated for a long time and ultimately gave up. It wasn't
that she was afraid they would discover it—none of the soldiers here knew ancient martial arts—but she didn't want to rely on
internal energy .

They didn't even rest during mealtimes; it was difficult to eat while lying on her back. At this point, they would suggest changing their sexual
position, then use their last bit of strength to roll over onto their stomachs, raising their buttocks. Amidst the powerful thrusting and swaying, they struggled
to swallow their food, bite by bite. None of them had an appetite, but they knew that whether they could eat or not, they had to eat; only
by eating would they have the calories and energy to live a little longer. The quantity and quality of the food were improved compared to before,
so that they could provide sexual services for a little longer.

For Leng Xue and Fan Jianxin, time seemed frozen, each minute and second passing extremely slowly.

Occasionally, they would exchange glances, conveying intense exhaustion and profound sorrow.

Another day passed; by the third day, their hair was disheveled, their faces pale, and they no longer possessed their former allure.
However, their enviable figures still aroused the man's rising desire.

Nearing midnight, just as Leng Xue was hoping for an early end, Fan Jianxin suddenly cried out. Leng Xue turned her head and
saw her hand pressing against the man's lower abdomen. Leng Xue didn't understand why she was resisting. Looking closer,
she saw the man's penis was covered in festering sores, clearly indicating a sexually transmitted disease.

"Put on a condom!" Fan Jianxin pleaded.

"Damn it, shut up!" The man slapped Fan Jianxin across the face, then grabbed her neck. "Move again,
and I'll kill you!"

Members of the Demonic Cult were mostly ruthless; killing even the lowest-ranking prostitute was no big deal for them. Fan Jianxin dared not
resist , and the pus-covered penis plunged into her vagina. Fan Jianxin tried to use her mental power, but due to exhaustion
and fear of the STD, she couldn't concentrate.

The festering penis thrust in and out of Fan Jianxin's body for a full ten minutes before finally finishing. That night,
for the first time, Fan Jianxin struggled to get up and washed her vagina repeatedly with water for a full ten minutes.

Before going to sleep, Uncle Hai came in briefly. Uncle Hai grumbled, "One woman has already died in just three days. At this
rate , no one will survive a month. The higher-ups promised to increase the number of women, but who knows when they'll arrive?

" Leng Xue and Fan Jianxin felt a chill run down their spines. Their physical strength was superior to the other women, but even
they wouldn't be able to survive a month under the current circumstances. Furthermore, with each woman currently receiving a certain number of men, the number of combat personnel on Luofeng Island
was over three thousand, more than three times the original number. The Demonic Sect's rapid response and powerful fighting force would undoubtedly make attacking Luofeng
Island much more difficult.

The next day, Fan Jianxin fell ill. Leng Xue touched her forehead; her temperature was nearly 39 degrees Celsius. She called Uncle Hai,
wanting Fan Jianxin to rest. Uncle Hai smiled bitterly and told them that things were different now. The foreign soldiers were all incredibly barbaric,
and he couldn't do anything about them. The higher-ups said that new women would arrive in three to five days, so even if a few died,
it wouldn't matter. However, Uncle Hai still brought some medicine, which was his best effort.

That day, Leng Xue's attention was entirely focused on Fan Jianxin, applying a cold towel to her forehead whenever she had the chance.

However, her efforts were in vain. The men who entered were like tigers and wolves, completely disregarding whether she was alive or dead
, thrusting their penises wildly, venting their bestial desires.

At first, Fan Jianxin was still conscious, but soon her fever rose higher and higher, and she became delirious, half-awake and half-asleep.

Sometimes she would fall into a deep sleep as if dead; sometimes she would wake up, mumbling incoherently; sometimes her limbs would twitch,
trembling like she had malaria.

The men who raped her had no compassion whatsoever. For them, there were only two opportunities to vent their desires a week, and
fifteen minutes was precious. They only had lust in their hearts; no one treated them as human beings.

Leng Xue was so anxious that tears were almost streaming down her face, but she couldn't help Fan Jianxin at all. She had the urge
to kill , but an impulse was just an impulse. She suppressed her anger and anxiety, constantly caring for Fan Jianxin,
even forgetting the penis inserted into her body.

Around three o'clock in the afternoon, they finally encountered someone from Luofeng Island. He still had a shred of humanity
left. Seeing Fan Jianxin in such a state, at Leng Xue's request, he allowed Fan Jianxin to rest for fifteen minutes. While he was idly passing the trial,
he told Leng Xue some unexpected yet exciting news: the Demon God Cave trial was over, and the final winner was
Xia Qingyang.

"Xia Qingyang!" Upon hearing this name, Leng Xue was overwhelmed with joy. He was still alive,
and had passed the trial, becoming the ultimate victor. Although Leng Xue didn't know why he had risked his life to protect her,
she could feel the genuine emotion from the bottom of his heart.

The man told Leng Xue with envy that as the winner of the Demon God Cave Trial, he had entered the Martial Saint's sect,
his status rising like a fish leaping over the dragon gate.

"When did the Demon God Cave Trial end?" Leng Xue asked anxiously. If the trial had
ended and Xia Qingyang hadn't come, it meant he wouldn't be here.

"It just ended today, they're probably having a celebration now," the man said.

A flame of hope burned brightly in Leng Xue's heart; Xia Qingyang would definitely come. Her gaze wandered, and she suddenly saw
the man's狰狞 face and rapidly thrusting penis pressing against her, her heart sinking.

Her first encounter with Xia Qingyang had only been a feeling of familiarity; he had risked his life to protect her, and she was moved; when he
was beaten half to death by Qinglong, she felt heartache.

In the days and nights at Jinshui Corner, Leng Xue constantly thought of him and worried about him. Although they had only exchanged a few
words and their time together was even shorter, he had touched her heartstrings, etching his name into her soul. Her body had
been ravaged by hundreds of men, yet Leng Xue's heart remained pure and innocent. Qinglong had taken her virginity, but Xia Qingyang was
her first love.

For some reason, Leng Xue didn't want him to come. She lacked the courage to let him witness her current ugliness,
preferring to leave only a somewhat beautiful mark in his heart.

Leng Xue was caught in a deep contradiction, longing to see him, yet fearing to see him.

For a whole month, Xia Qingyang finally passed the Demon God Cave trial. Every day in the Demon God Cave was a challenge to
the limits of physiology: extreme temperature differences, various ferocious beasts and giant insects, and the unregulated battles between competitors, all stimulating
boundless potential. Food was scarce in the Demon God Cave, but every type of food greatly
benefited the growth of true qi. To obtain a sip of water, an egg, or a plant, the ten elite members of the Demon Sect exhausted their wisdom and devised ingenious schemes.

Xia Qingyang entered the Demon God Cave severely injured; the first few days of survival were the most difficult, but he persevered,
slowly recovering his strength, becoming the strongest among the ten. Gao Chen had always wanted to kill Xia Qingyang, and once Xia Qingyang recovered
somewhat , he was
no match for him. Fortunately, before entering the Demon God Cave, he had formed an alliance with several people; three or four of them working together were still too much for Xia Qingyang to handle. Gradually, Xia Qingyang grew stronger and stronger, and later,
their alliance was crushed by Xia Qingyang alone, and Gao Chen escaped wounded.

During the arduous days in the Demon God Cave, he constantly thought of Leng Xue
. Every time he thought of her being trapped in the clutches of the Azure Dragon, being wantonly raped, he was filled with grief and indignation. This strength transformed into a belief, supporting him in his continuous battles.

If he had known that the alliance organized by Gao Chen had once violated the goddess in his heart, he would not have shown mercy and spared
their lives. Xia Qingyang knew that although his martial arts skills improved daily, the Azure Dragon's strength was unfathomable. To take
Leng Xue back from him, he had to defeat the Azure Dragon.

After countless hardships, Xia Qingyang challenged the ultimate ferocious beast of the Demon God Cave, Taotie, alone. The Taotie, resembling a tiger
with two feet of fur, possessing a human face and a tiger's body, is a ferocious beast from ancient legends. The Pharaoh of the Demonic Cult obtained Taotie's
pelt and, through advanced DNA engineering, replicated this monster.

In the past, training in the Demon God Cave always required the combined strength of many to kill this ultimate monster; no one had ever
defeated the Taotie alone. But Xia Qingyang did it. As he lay on the Taotie's corpse, chewing on its heart,
his martial arts were vastly different from a month ago.

Having passed the trials of the Demon God Cave, the Martial Saint Mu Yun Qiubai announced that he would accept Xia Qingyang as his disciple. The Martial Saint had taken on a
disciple ten years prior, but the disciple died in battle. After that, the Martial Saint had not taken on any more disciples. Becoming the Martial Saint's only disciple
greatly elevated Xia Qingyang's status.

Qinglong did not attend the celebration ceremony; he hadn't expected Xia Qingyang to pass the Demon God Cave trials, kill the Taotie, and even become a
disciple of the Martial Saint. Qinglong harbored resentment, but dared not cause him trouble, especially since the unexpected incident in the control room had left him
uneasy .

After the ceremony, Xia Qingyang immediately wanted to find Qinglong, but after thinking it over, he decided to see the Martial Saint first. Going to see
Qinglong would inevitably lead to a fierce battle, and since the Martial Saint had accepted him as a disciple, he didn't want to cause him too much trouble.

The Martial Saint's residence was called Tingtao Villa, the highest of the several small hills on Luofeng Island. Upon seeing the Martial Saint,
Xia Qingyang respectfully knelt and performed the disciple's salute.

The Martial Saint appeared to be nearly fifty years old, slender and tall, with an unusual gleam in his eyes, exuding
the demeanor .

"Xia Qingyang, you are the most promising martial arts talent I have ever seen, but you still have
a long way to go to reach the highest level and understand the subtleties," the Martial Saint said solemnly.

"Disciple understands, thank you for your kindness, Master. Qingyang will do his utmost to live up to your expectations,"
Xia Qingyang replied.

"Alright, from today onwards you will live here. In a year or two, your martial arts will surely surpass the Five Divine Generals
and even the Four Demons, making you one of the top masters in the sect!" the Martial Saint laughed.

"Yes!" Xia Qingyang raised his head and said, "Master, but there is one thing I must do!"

The Martial Saint knew he would bring it up, so he said, "Speak."

"I want to fight Qinglong!" Xia Qingyang said.

"You are not his match yet," the Martial Saint said. "Qinglong Lei Po is one of the Five Divine Generals of the sect, his status is not low.
The sect has rules; how can you just fight like that?"

"Then I implore Master to save someone from Qinglong," Xia Qingyang said. He was a smart man, understanding that he
was no match for Qinglong, and if he went, he would most likely not only fail to save her but also lose his life. If the Martial Saint was willing to intervene, there would be a great
chance . As for the grudge with Qinglong, that could be settled later.

The Martial Saint frowned slightly, revealing a displeased expression, and said, "You want your master to go to Qinglong to ask for a woman?"

Xia Qingyang forced a smile and said, "Yes. I know this will be beneath your dignity, but this woman is really
important to me!" As he spoke, he knelt down again and kowtowed three times deeply.

"Qingyang, do you know this? You've just embarked on the path of martial arts; you must be single-minded. Being so preoccupied with a woman
will prevent you from ever truly understanding the art!" the Martial Saint said earnestly.

"I know, but this woman is too important to me. I'll risk my life to save her. Please, Master, grant my request,"

Xia Qingyang said resolutely.

"Have you thought this through? Are you truly determined to do this? Perhaps I will no longer accept you as a disciple. Even if you force your way to
Qinglong still sure you want to do this?" the Martial Saint asked, his eyes fixed intently on him.

"Yes!" Xia Qingyang replied decisively.

A deathly silence fell. After a long while, the Martial Saint sighed, "If you weren't a once-in-a-century martial arts prodigy,
I would have let you fend for yourself. What a tragedy!" He then stood up and said to Xia Qingyang, "Wait here." He then

turned and went into the inner chamber.

Xia Qingyang was overjoyed. He had thought the Martial Saint would never agree to his request, but unexpectedly, he had found a way out of his predicament.
As long as Wu Sheng intervened and demanded Leng Xue's return from Qinglong, Qinglong wouldn't dare refuse. Thinking of seeing Leng Xue soon,
Xia Qingyang's blood boiled. He had sworn never to let her suffer again.

Time passed so slowly, each minute feeling like a year. Finally, Xia Qingyang saw Wu Sheng
emerge from the inner room, looking at him expectantly.

"Ahem," Wu Sheng cleared his throat and said, "I asked Qinglong."

"What did he say!" Xia Qingyang asked anxiously.

"Qinglong said that the woman was sent to Jinshui Cape the next day," Wu Sheng said. Xia Qingyang was stunned, not yet
understanding, and asked, "Sent to Jinshui Cape?"

"Heh. You should have heard of it; there's a place at Jinshui Cape that provides sexual services to all the men on the island. She
should be there!" Wu Sheng said.

Xia Qingyang had been on the island for some time and had certainly heard of that place; he just hadn't realized it yet.

Hearing Wu Sheng's words, he was struck dumb, his mind in turmoil. Places that provide sexual services to men can
be understood as brothels or comfort stations. He never imagined that Leng Xue would be sent to such a place, becoming a tool for hundreds of
men to vent their lust.

"Master, I'm going to find her!" Xia Qinglong stood up, and without waiting for Wu Sheng's reply, turned and ran outside. Thinking of Leng Xue in such a place, he didn't want to waste a single second. Watching his retreating figure, Wu Sheng only sighed deeply ,

his expression solemn. === ... New elements of violence: Experimenting with new elements such as breastfeeding, bondage, and slow slicing to stimulate the senses. Complex and intertwined emotions: No absolute justice or evil exists; the entanglement of incomprehensible humanity and primal desires is palpable. Key points: Bai Shuang is Bai Wuxia's mother, aged 46. The spin-off, *Bai Shuang*, tells her story after giving birth to Bai Wuxia at age 22 (Bai Wuxia is now 24). The core story is about her capture and forced into sexual slavery by the Yakuza (headquartered in Japan), East Asia's leading mafia. It also includes some experiences after her escape. The story is divided into two parts. The first part, from the perspective of the martial arts master Mu Yun Qiubai, explores Bai Shuang's training process through a 100-hour video. This part is from the observer's perspective, without Bai Shuang's inner thoughts, conveying a deep sorrow and despair through calm ruthlessness. The second part is Bai Shuang's recollections, with few scene descriptions, depicting her inner struggles. The two parts corroborate and complement each other. Those who know me know I'm not good at writing SM (don't say you don't understand the difference between forced intercourse and SM), and I'm even less good at writing about female slave training. The training process of Bing in *Black and White Road* is only mentioned briefly, and the humiliation of Yan Lanyin, which has a training element, is incomparable to *White Frost*. Therefore, trying SM is a completely new challenge. When Bai Shuang was captured, her daughter was just a month old. Although there wasn't the violence of a pregnant woman, breast milk still has a certain allure for some . Other new violent elements have also been added. Absolute justice and evil make the characters stereotypical, and Phoenix is trying to correct this flaw, for example, with the betrayal of Shui Ling and Yan Lanyin, and the appearance of Wu Sheng and Xia Qingyang. The newly created *White Frost* certainly needs to better portray the complexities of human nature. Also, *White Frost* doesn't have magical ancient martial arts or spiritual power; Bai Shuang is still an ordinary policewoman. If there were a *Extreme Angel*, there would be a story about Bai Shuang, Li Chuqing, and Feng Lingxue creating the Extreme Angels. Realistically, Bai Shuang, a 46-year-old mature woman, will continue to portray the Phoenix alongside her 24-year-old daughter, Bai Wuxia. If there is a second spin-off, I hope it will complete "Yu Lan." If there is a third, "Ao Shuang" or "Xuan Jue" are options. I originally thought "Bai Shuang" was finished (over 30,000 words), so I wrote a preview. However, there are too many parts that need to be added, and a second part has been added, so readers will still have to wait. Releasing the preview is a way to strengthen my resolve. Here 's a sample excerpt: The moment Pu Tian Jue Lang picked up the rope, he seemed to have become a different person. Mu Yun Qiu Bai saw his eyes, filled with intense piety, as if he wasn't binding a woman but worshipping a god; besides piety, he also saw fervor, like a charging warrior, with fearless courage; he also saw obsession, the rope in his hand like a paintbrush, waiting to create a masterpiece. Mu Yun Qiu Bai sighed deeply. In the past, he had the same look in his eyes when facing martial arts. Coarse, grayish-brown hemp rope clung tightly to her snow-white skin, like a python seizing and strangling its prey, like an elf wearing the chains of a demon king . Darkness and sin shrouded the holy angel, making the brutal ugliness all the more strikingly beautiful. The ropes in Pu Tian Jue Lang's hands seemed to possess a spirit, each one wrapped in the perfect position. He moved with powerful, sweeping movements, calm and solemn, his immense strength and irresistible conquest creating a breathtaking scene. In an instant, Pu Tian Jue Lang completed his first work. Bai Shuang sat on the ground against the steel frame, her hands bound behind her back. Two ropes, one above and one below her chest, formed an "I" shape, squeezing her ample breasts and making them appear even more exaggerated, yet this did not detract from her beauty; instead, it made them even more mesmerizing and dazzling. Ropes were tied an inch above her knees and at her ankles, pulling her legs apart.

Her legs were spread apart at approximately 45 degrees, and her knees were bent at approximately 45 degrees, giving her a tilted
"Z" shape when viewed from the side.

Urata Jue Lang sat cross-legged in front of Bai Shuang, his eyes fixed intently on her. Cheng Chuan, holding a camera, captured
the scene.

"Miss Bai, how do you feel now?"

"Very uncomfortable." "

You are very strong and can endure pain very well. You haven't made a sound so far."

"Yes." "

However, today is an adaptation exercise. This posture is the least painful of the more than one hundred postures.
I hope you are mentally prepared."

"Yes."

"Please point your toes a little straighter; it will look better that way."

"Yes."

Urata Jue Lang adjusted the ropes around her legs, straightening them completely, changing her body from a "Z" shape to
a "V" shape, and increasing the angle of her legs from 45 degrees to 90 degrees. This angle made her genitals more
exposed.

“Miss Bai, if you're alright, I'll try another position.”

“Yes.”

Urata Jue Lang bent her legs, her heels touching her buttocks. Two ropes, similar to the “I” shape around her chest,
kept her calves pressed tightly against the back of her thighs, making her body, lying flat on the ground, resemble a shortened “human” shape.
The two sides of the “I” shape around her chest were connected to the “I” shapes around her legs by ropes, which then wrapped around her waist, passed through the knot in
the center , returned to the rope around her waist, and finally passed the top through the iron ring hanging from the top. Urata Jue Lang
pulled hard, lifting her waist, her body forming a slight arch.

Mu Yun Qiu Bai saw Bai Shuang's brows furrowed, but she still endured it without making a sound. This position was
much more ; her calves were bent backward to the extreme, and after her body was lifted, she could only support herself on her toes, making the pain much greater.

A new rope was added above the "I" shape on her chest, passing through an iron ring. Bai Shuang's head and back lifted off the ground,
stopping at a 45-degree angle. Her toes followed her hips off the ground, and she knelt down. Two
ropes tied to her legs from the sides in an "I" shape further widened the angle of her legs, until it exceeded 90 degrees.

Although Mu Yun Qiubai in front of the screen felt a pang of pain, he had to admit that every pose was extremely beautiful. Pu Tian Jue
Lang used Bai Shuang's body to create a breathtaking picture.

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