[Urban] Phoenix in Flames (Complete) - 34

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Section Four: The Toughest Moment 1

After a day of fierce fighting, Xia Qingyang finally won first place in the Demon God Cave Cultivation Qualifying Tournament. The competition was extremely brutal. Nearly a hundred people were confined to a closed room, fighting without rules. The last ten remaining were the victors, and the one who defeated the most opponents was the first place winner.
This kind of combat extremely tested one's courage, wisdom, and endurance. One had to be brave when fighting, swift when dodging, resolute when uniting, and ruthless when betraying. Only in this way could one survive.
During the competition, Xia Qingyang was like a mad tiger, often fearlessly fighting against overwhelming odds. After several alliances were defeated by him, no one dared to challenge him. He was seen chasing after others.
Xia Qingyang had also fought Gao Chen, but Gao Chen was indeed a strong opponent. Xia Qingyang felt he couldn't defeat him in a few moves, so he gave up the idea of defeating him. Because today, he had to become the first place winner, and that was for that girl.
Although Xia Qingyang was impulsive, he wasn't reckless. When he first saw Leng Xue, he was amazed by her beauty and felt an extremely strong sense of familiarity. As Leng Xue walked past him, it was as if a thunderbolt had struck him. He saw the plum blossom-shaped red birthmark above her buttocks, and he knew he had found her.
Fourteen years ago, at the age of nine, he was in an orphanage, and a seven-year-old girl left an indelible mark on his heart. Life in the orphanage was cold, but that little girl, like the winter sun, warmed his soul. When he was beaten until his head bled, she tore off her clothes to bandage his wounds; when he was locked in the small attic of the orphanage, she brought him her own steamed buns; when he contracted typhoid fever and lay in bed for three days and three nights, she stayed by his side. In his childhood, he vowed to protect her for life and never let her be harmed. Later, they were taken away by different people, but as an adult, he returned to the orphanage but could not find her. However, he never gave up; he believed he would find her.
Xia Qingyang never imagined that their reunion after fourteen years would be in such a setting. The woman he had searched for so many years was being led around like livestock, treated as a slave for men to vent their lust. He wanted to rush over, to protect her, to fulfill the vow etched in his heart. But in the end, he restrained himself. This world was governed by strength and rules; he was just a lowly soldier in the Demonic Sect, and no one respected or obeyed him. Only by winning first place in the Demon God Cave training qualifying competition would he have the power to protect her. But when Gao Chen publicly insulted Leng Xue, he could no longer restrain himself and fought back.
After the winners were announced, Xia Qingyang, without even removing his blood-stained clothes, went to find Mei Ji and asked her to hand over the girl from yesterday. To his utter surprise, Mei Ji told him that the girl had already been sent to Qinglong.
Upon hearing this, Xia Qingyang's mind went blank. Ignoring everyone's advice, he rushed straight to Qinglong's residence.
In his living room, Qinglong sat on a large mahogany chair. Leng Xue, dressed in a deep purple low-cut evening gown, stood before him. Her long hair was styled in a bun, and she wore light makeup, possessing a dreamlike beauty. Qinglong admired her closely, increasingly convinced that she was the most exquisite beauty he had ever seen.
Yesterday, Qinglong had visited "Falling Phoenix Prison," where Jian Pingrou's round belly had aroused him greatly. However, after only a few moments, he noticed bleeding from her vagina. He was terrified; if he had miscarried, Ananda would surely blame him. He quickly found a doctor, who, thankfully, said there was nothing serious. This ordeal had dampened his sexual desire.
But now, looking at Leng Xue, who was still fully clothed, he felt a burning sensation in his lower abdomen.
"A rare beauty, and a virgin at that! So rare indeed! If I miss her, I'll regret it for the rest of my life!" Qinglong thought to himself. At this moment, he felt boundless gratitude towards the Martial Saint, Mu Yun Qiubai.
As the training at the Demon God Cave was nearing its end, Martial Saint Mu Yunqiubai sent a message: "Take away the woman Xia Qingyang has taken a liking to. If Xia Qingyang comes looking for you, rape her in front of him, but do not kill Xia Qingyang or the woman." Hearing the Martial Saint's instructions, Qinglong was completely bewildered, not understanding what was going on. This was ultimately a good thing, and Qinglong, without even finishing watching the competition, took Leng Xue to his residence. Along the way, Qinglong kept thinking about the Martial Saint's intentions, seemingly finding a clue, but unable to grasp the meaning.
This turn of events also surprised Leng Xue. Yesterday, Xia Qingyang fought for her sake, and she had developed a strange fondness for him. Moreover, like Xia Qingyang, she also felt a strange sense of closeness towards him.
Fourteen years had passed, and people had changed. They were both orphans who lost their parents at birth, and in the orphanage, they only had nicknames. Leng Xue liked snow, so she asked others to call her Xiao Xue (Little Snow), while Xia Qingyang said he was the sun, so Leng Xue called him Yang Gege (Brother Yang). Their current names were chosen by themselves, so when Leng Xue heard Xia Qingyang's name, she wouldn't think he was the Yang-gege who had protected her in the orphanage.
Having entered Luofeng Island, she was naturally prepared to be raped by men, but women are always particularly concerned about their first time, and Leng Xue was no exception. If Xia Qingyang was her first man, it would be a stroke of luck amidst misfortune; at least she wouldn't dislike him. Leng Xue had a strong premonition that he would definitely win first place in the competition, so that night was the most restful night's sleep she had had since arriving on the island.
The situation suddenly changed. When she was brought to Qinglong's residence, Leng Xue's heart sank. She knew of Qinglong's existence in the "Phoenix" database. His hands were stained with the blood of Phoenix warriors; he was a ruthless demon who devoured people without spitting out the bones. She was truly resentful that he had taken her virginity.
After carefully appreciating his beauty, Qinglong leisurely said, "You can start undressing now. Take off your socks first." Leng Xue hesitated, then bent down, lifted the hem of her skirt, revealing her long, slender legs. Her thighs were rounded, her ankles slender, their lines smooth and beautiful, inspiring endless fantasies. She lifted her skirt to her waist, unfastened the garter straps of her stockings attached to her panties, and pulled down her flesh-colored stockings.
"Wait, stop, stop." Leng Xue had only pulled the stockings down to her knees when Qinglong waved his hand to stop her. Hearing this, Leng Xue, who was half-bent over, looked up at Qinglong in confusion.
"You took them off too quickly. Put them back on. Take them off slowly, little by little, bit by bit." Qinglong said with a lewd smile, "What did Mei Ji teach you? Taking off your stockings is like rushing to catch a train. Are you in such a hurry to be fucked by a man?"
Leng Xue's pretty face turned even paler. According to the intelligence she had, Qinglong was extremely lustful and a perverted sex fiend. Falling into his hands would only lead to more humiliation. Her face remained expressionless, only a soft sigh escaped her lips. She put the stockings back on, fastened the garter straps, and then slowly unfastened them again.
“Yes, yes, slower, slower. Lift your legs a little higher, don’t squat down, just bend over.”
Qinglong kept pointing out Leng Xue’s movements. With her stockings removed, her beautiful legs shimmered like jade, and Qinglong’s gaze fell upon the deep cleavage revealed by her low-cut evening gown. He felt a little thirsty.
It took Leng Xue a long time to remove her stockings, then she stood quietly, waiting for Qinglong’s next instruction. She knew she would soon be standing naked before him. Although it wasn’t the first time she had been naked in front of a man, this time was different. Before, there was still hope, but today there would be no room for chance. Tomorrow, she would no longer be a pure girl; the mark of shame would be forever etched into her body.
Just as Qinglong was about to speak, a subordinate rushed in and reported, "Lord Qinglong, that person is here." Qinglong was taken aback, thinking, "How could that old Martial Saint be so accurate?" Although Xia Qingyang had won the Demon God Cave training competition, his status and position were worlds apart from Qinglong's. Although the Martial Saint had said that Xia Qingyang might come looking for him, Qinglong thought it unlikely, but the kid had actually come.
"Interesting, very interesting!" Qinglong sneered, waving his hand to leave his subordinate. "What are you standing there for? Keep taking your clothes off!" Qinglong said. Although he wasn't afraid of a greenhorn, hearing this news made him feel disgusted, like he'd swallowed a fly. A lowly member of the sect dared to come to his door demanding the woman he wanted; it would be disgraceful for him if word got out.
Leng Xue reached behind her back, unzipped the evening gown, then pulled the straps on her shoulders to the sides, and with a loosening of her fingers, the purple evening gown slid down. She was wearing nothing but a small pair of underwear under her clothes, and as the clothes fell to her heels, her body was exposed to Qinglong.
When Qinglong met Leng Xue in Paradise, she was dressed, so it was the first time he had ever seen her naked. "Even the Creator would be amazed!" Qinglong exclaimed. Her breasts were round and firm, full yet without sagging, the pink nipples standing proudly atop the snow-capped peaks, like jewels or unopened flower buds, arousing endless desire. Her figure was well-proportioned, her skin as smooth as silk. Qinglong tried desperately to find a flaw in her body, but he couldn't find one; he recalled the women with the best figures he had ever slept with, including his own woman, Mei Ji, but none could compare.
Looking at Qinglong's beast-like gaze, Leng Xue felt a surge of sorrow. Yes, Phoenix Warriors are not afraid of sacrifice, but young girls always cherish their virginity, even if she is a warrior. Venturing to Phoenix Island was not "Phoenix's" arrangement, but her own suggestion.
Leng Aoshuang was four years older than her; after Leng Xue was born, her parents died in a car accident. The sisters went to an orphanage, relying on each other for survival. When she was five, her older sister was forcibly taken away by a family, and she thought she would never see her again. Two years later, she was overjoyed to see her sister again. Leng Aoshuang had escaped from the family that had adopted her, walking thousands of miles, begging her way back to the orphanage. Leng Xue hugged her disheveled sister, who looked more like a beggar than a beggar herself, and wept bitterly. The two sisters vowed never to be separated again. Later, fate took a turn, and they both became members of "Phoenix." Perhaps the two years of separation had deepened their sisterly bond beyond words.
Qinglong, burning with lust, pulled down his trousers, and a towering penis sprang out between his legs.
"Calm down first, and see how much Mei Ji has taught you," Qinglong said.
Leng Xue didn't hesitate at all, because there was nothing to hesitate about. Since she was standing here, these things were inevitable, and besides, it wasn't the first time she had given a man a blowjob. Leng Xue slowly walked to Qinglong, bent her knees, and prepared to squat down. Just as her legs were halfway bent, Qinglong suddenly leaned forward, his hands tightly grasping her breasts.
"Your skin is so smooth, so elastic!" Qinglong exclaimed. He grabbed a few, then freed one hand to embrace her delicate neck and began to kiss her. Qinglong's tongue was powerful, quickly prying open her teeth and entering her mouth. This wasn't the first time Leng Xue had been naked in front of a man; she had been touched and even given oral sex before, but kissing wasn't part of Mei Ji's training, so this was her first kiss.
The first time is always much more stimulating. Leng Xue involuntarily reached out to push him away, but her hands lost strength upon touching Qinglong's body; she realized she couldn't do that. Despite her resentment and helplessness, Leng Xue silently and even submissively let him kiss her passionately, even though her chest and abdomen were churning with nausea.
After a long while, Qinglong finally released her. "Truly exquisite, a natural beauty!" The kiss left a lingering fragrance on Qinglong's lips and teeth, more pleasurable than drinking the finest nectar. He clicked his tongue in praise, releasing his grip on her breasts. Leng Xue felt
a burning pain in her chest. Looking down, she saw ten red finger marks on her fair, jade-like breasts. The red mark on her right breast was deeper than the one on her left, because it had been gripped for longer.
Leng Xue sighed again in her heart and knelt before Qinglong. Her gaze fell upon Qinglong's penis, and she was immediately startled. When Qinglong revealed his penis earlier, she hadn't looked at it closely, but now she saw it clearly. In Hong Kong and on Luofeng Island, she had seen many men's penises, but this magnificent shaft was much larger than the largest she had ever seen. The dark, shiny shaft was covered with worm-like bluish-purple veins, like a small dragon clinging to a giant dragon. The glans, the size of a goose egg, gleamed with a bewitching red light.
Qinglong once described his penis as "a hundred dragons vying for a pearl," which did bear some resemblance. He was always very proud of it. Beneath him, no woman could help but weep and beg for mercy; even the Phoenix Warriors, whose spirits and bodies were as hard as steel, would rather be raped by dozens of men all day than let Qinglong have a
single act with them. Suppressing her fear, Leng Xue extended her tongue and lightly licked the dragon's shaft. She couldn't judge whether her mouth could swallow such a massive object. Suddenly, the thought of this ugly thing entering her body sent chills down her spine, raising goosebumps on her smooth skin.
Humans are strange creatures; the mind often dictates the body. Leng Xue's oral skills were mediocre, but her stunning, ethereal beauty and snow-capped, pristine aura, even with just a few light licks, ignited Qinglong's lust with unparalleled intensity.
"That feels so good, fucking good!" Qinglong suddenly gripped the base of his penis, then raised his massive, dragon-like shaft high before slamming it down. A muffled "smack" echoed as his penis struck Leng Xue's left cheek. Before she could even react, he slapped her right cheek again. Qinglong was venting his lust in this way; the force of his penis was so great that each slap felt like a heavy blow to Leng Xue's face, her head swaying from side to side.
He struck her more than ten times before stopping. Leng Xue's hair was disheveled, a few strands hanging down; her cheeks were flushed red, as if painted with rouge; her right corner of her mouth was swollen and bloodshot. But this did not diminish her beauty; rather, the damage gave her a poignant, indescribable beauty.
For a breathtakingly beautiful flower, a transcendent saint, or a rare gem, some would choose to cherish and protect it, while others would destroy, conquer, and shatter it. Undoubtedly, Qinglong belonged to the latter; only conquest brought him the greatest pleasure.
Leng Xue steadied herself, a powerful sense of shame binding her like chains. She had been too naive in the past, believing that abandoning her chastity and being fearless would make her invincible. Now, though her chastity remained, her heart bled and wept.
"These hardships, this pain, sister must endure them, and I can too. Sister's suffering must be far greater and unimaginable than mine. Sister, if you are on this island, please guide me so I can find you, so we can leave this place alive, so we can never be separated again." At this moment, only thinking of her sister, Leng Aoshuang, could Leng Xue find a sliver of warmth amidst the swirling snow.
The penis that had lashed her like a storm was now pressed against her lips. Leng Xue possessed exceptional insight. She noticed that the penis had increased in length and thickness by at least 20% after being struck, and the smaller dragons clinging to the giant dragon's body had also grown much thicker, seemingly restless and crawling towards her mouth.
"This is its true form," Leng Xue thought to herself. Despite her fear and disgust, she was, after all, a resilient Phoenix Warrior. She opened her mouth as wide as possible, barely managing to swallow the glans. The penis, just inside her mouth, suddenly thrust upwards with tremendous force, catching Leng Xue off guard and forcing her head back. "Wow, that's powerful!" Leng Xue thought, straightening her back considerably.
"How come you only swallowed the head? What did Mei Ji teach you!" "Qinglong said coldly.
Leng Xue straightened her back even more, breathing heavily through her nose, trying to open her mouth wide and lower her head so that the ugly, terrifying, and extremely foul-smelling thing could go deeper into her mouth.
During her training on the island, oral sex was a key focus, and she had mastered some basic techniques. But now those techniques were completely useless. Other men's penises in her mouth could still be moved around; she could lick and suck them, but Qinglong's penis was stuffed so tightly that there was no space in her mouth at all. Her tongue was pressed against her lower jaw, making it difficult to even move, let alone do anything. The glans was already pressed against her throat, but a large part was still outside. She had tried her best and could not swallow any more.
At this moment, a commotion came from outside. "He came faster than expected." Qinglong knew Xia Qingyang had arrived. Thinking of this arrogant brat, he was extremely displeased.
With nowhere to vent his anger, he suddenly grabbed Leng Xue's hair and yanked it hard, shoving his penis even further into her mouth, all the way down her throat. Some skilled oral sex performers can achieve extremely deep throating, inserting the penis deep into the throat and esophagus, but this requires superb skill and the right angle. Qinglong's reckless actions were extremely dangerous. A wave
of immense pain and unbearable suffocation washed over Leng Xue. Unable to break free from Qinglong's iron-like grip, she flailed wildly, her naked body trembling like a withered willow in the wind.
Qinglong waited, waiting for his men to bring Xia Qingyang over. His apprentice, Bu Zhan, was guarding the door; he believed Bu Zhan could handle the kid. Later, he planned to question the boy about his mental breakdown, and once he begged for mercy, he could enjoy the beauty before him. Although having another spectator was a little awkward, he believed it wouldn't significantly affect his mood.
But things didn't go as Qinglong expected. He saw Xia Qingyang rushing towards him. He was startled; that meant the boy had defeated Bu Zhan. So, the boy hadn't used his full strength in today's match, and he had misjudged him.
Xia Qingyang staggered into the hall. He had given his all in today's match. Just now at the door, he had barely won against Qinglong's powerful men, trading his life for theirs. He was now exhausted.
Xia Qingyang stopped and saw her kneeling naked before Qinglong. Although he couldn't see her face, he saw the enormous penis thrust into her mouth, her face contorted in purple and blue, her delicate body trembling with immense pain… The pale red birthmark on Leng Xue's buttocks magnified in his eyes, blinding him like blood and igniting his rage. "I will protect you for the rest of my life." This promise made in childhood had reached a point where it needed to be fulfilled. (To be
continued) === ... Furthermore, during that time away, I changed my online name from "Fantasy" to "Other Shore." I thought that instead of sitting in front of the computer fantasizing about writing erotic stories, I should use that time to do something else that satisfies my desires (like picking up girls). In fact, I think I did what I wanted to do. But two years later, after going around in circles, I'm back in front of the computer writing erotic stories—to be honest, I didn't expect it. Perhaps life is a circle, from the end to the beginning, and then back to the end. I'm confused about what life is all about, what I'm pursuing, and even doubt what I truly like. Last year, I went to a temple to burn incense. On a large wall inscribed with the Prajnaparamita Sutra, I turned around and touched the characters. I touched two characters last year: one was "厄" (e), and the other was "波" (bo). I said, "Oh no, bad luck is coming like a wave." 2008 has passed; although it wasn't that dramatic, it wasn't a very smooth year. This year, I went again. The first time I touched the characters, I actually touched the middle of two characters. The left side was "不" (not) and the right side was "色" (color). Sigh, maybe I need to think about whether I should be "色" (colorful) or "不色" (not colorful) in my future life. I touched the second character, and it was "译" (translation). In traditional Chinese, it's written like this. I interpret this as "saying you have four blessings," which is quite auspicious. I hope 2009 will go smoothly. Only when work goes smoothly will I have the mind to write. When writing "The Fiery Phoenix," the bottleneck I encountered was obvious. First, because my writing was driven by desire, I didn't pay much attention to the layout (the importance of plot structure). Without an overall concept, it seemed scattered. Second, I spread the scope too wide (related to my personality; I strive for perfection, comprehensiveness, and grandeur), writing about this here and that there, making the reader a little confused. Also, there are many characters, but no central character (which is inseparable from my personal preference for novelty). Many people have said that there is no sense of immersion, but I still felt quite excited while writing, so I just followed my heart. In the current three main storylines, the Hong Kong Demonic Cult has been steadily strengthening its forces. Besides Mo Zhentian, Baihu and Xuangui have joined, and the Indian Demonic Monk is about to arrive. Although there are the Extreme Angels, Fu Xingwu alone is definitely not enough for the Phoenix Warriors. I plan to have Lan Xingyue join, so that we can still put up a fight before the Indian Demonic Monk arrives. What plot should I design next? I initially thought of having Yan Lanyin drug her comrades to get them captured, but I feel that's a rather ordinary plot. Can everyone help me think of some ideas? In my design, the Battle of Luofeng Island should end in victory. Bai Wuxia of the Extreme Angels will appear, and higher-level warriors from the Phoenix side will join, destroying one of the Demonic Cult's three major bases—that should be considered a major victory. As for Korea, Park Hyun-kook's nearly 100,000 female soldiers should be a good selling point. First, there will definitely be a blocking battle; what will follow—to be honest, I haven't thought about it yet. Other clues, such as Jie Hanyan's trip to Egypt and the mole at the Dayu Mountain base, will be left unresolved for now due to a lack of good ideas. I sincerely hope that those who like "Phoenix in the Flames" can offer more suggestions—good ideas, good plot points, and even negative opinions are welcome. Inspiration is essential for the continuation of the story. As I mentioned before, Leng Xue is an important character in the story. The first draft of her rape scene was over 30,000 words, which is a record. I hope that while writing about her, some other plot points can be added, especially the Hong Kong storyline, to avoid monotony. Also, some fragments I wrote about Luofeng Island are not counted; the main text shall prevail. === ... "No, absolutely not! What the hell are you, daring to talk to me like that!" Qinglong pointed at Xia Qingyang and cursed. This curse saved Leng Xue; he loosened his grip, and Leng Xue spat out the penis, coughing violently and gagging. "I'm the winner of today's competition, she's my prize, she belongs to me. Although I'm just a nobody in the sect, I followed the rules. Lord Qinglong wouldn't bully a weakling, would he?" Xia Qingyang felt slightly better seeing her spit out the penis. "Hmph, rules! Bullshit! This world is about strength. That's right, you won the competition, you can have plenty of women, why are you fighting with me? What right do you have to fight me?" Qinglong suppressed his anger, grabbing Leng Xue's hair and saying, "Who told you to spit it out? Keep licking it!" He forcefully shoved his penis into her mouth again. "How could it be him? Why would he fight against Qinglong for me! He shouldn't have seen me before, it's impossible for him to risk his life for me based on just one glance." Leng Xue tried to swallow the penis again, pondering. At this moment, several of Qinglong's men entered the hall. Seeing the tense atmosphere, they stood on both sides, awaiting Qinglong's orders. Xia Qingyang didn't even glance at them. His fists were clenched, and a chilling killing intent filled the entire room. Killing intent is a sixth sense among masters, not directly proportional to martial arts skill. Under the onslaught of killing intent, Qinglong also focused his mind and circulated his internal energy to guard against Xia Qingyang's sudden attack. But to Qinglong's surprise, Xia Qingyang, whose killing intent was at its peak, did not attack. Instead, he suddenly knelt on one knee and looked at him, saying, "Lord Qinglong, if you agree to let me take her away today, Xia Qingyang will remember your great kindness. From now on, with just one word from you, I will go through fire and water without hesitation!" Hearing Xia Qingyang's words, Qinglong's face was uncertain. To be honest, if it weren't for the Martial Saint's arrangement, and if Leng Xue wasn't so amazing, he might have agreed. He saw Xia Qingyang's martial arts talent, and if he could recruit him, he would definitely be a powerful ally. "Ha, ha, ha!" Azure Dragon laughed wildly, "What do you think you are? You're not even worthy of my attention!"

"You're too arrogant!" Xia Qingyang felt a wave of despair. He slowly stood up, his gaze burning even more fiercely. "What do I have to do for you to give her to me!" Xia Qingyang said, each word distinct.
His tone carried a hint of threat, which enraged Qinglong even more. If the Martial Saint hadn't said he couldn't kill him, he would have already slain him. "Boy! Let me tell you, nothing you do today will make a difference. I'm going to have this woman!
" With that, Qinglong grabbed Leng Xue's shoulders, lifting her naked body into the air. With a gentle push, she turned around, her back to Xia Qingyang. Then, Qinglong's two fingers brushed against her underpants, and her last covering floated up as lightly as a butterfly.
In mid-air, Leng Xue's legs were held by Qinglong. He spread his arms, pulling her long legs almost straight, her white body falling rapidly. His enormous penis, like a drawn sword, pierced towards her exposed vulva between her legs.
"Let her go!" Xia Qingyang roared, pouncing like a tiger unleashed. He had entered the Demonic Sect at a young age and witnessed its atrocities. Though he disliked it, he hadn't interfered much since it didn't concern him, focusing instead on his martial arts training. But he was a true man; in his heart, oaths were more important than life itself.
Before Leng Xue's body had fully landed, Xia Qingyang had already reached her. He reached out, his fingertips just touching her arm, when Qinglong delivered a simple kick—no fancy moves, but its simplicity was undeniably powerful.
Normally, Xia Qingyang should have deflected the attack before launching his own, but he didn't. He slightly shifted his body, using the outside of his thigh to absorb Qinglong's kick, while his hand continued forward, grabbing Leng Xue's arm.
"Oh," Qinglong was genuinely surprised by Xia Qingyang's reckless approach. He knew that a single kick from Qinglong could easily break any part of Leng Xue's body. Qinglong's kick landed on his leg, but it didn't break, because Qinglong had only used a fraction of his strength. Although it was enough to cause injury, he remained firmly in place.
"Let go!" Xia Qingyang shouted. Leng Xue's upper body had already been pulled towards him, but her legs were still held by Qinglong, so he couldn't snatch her from Qinglong's grasp. Xia Qingyang didn't dare to use too much force, afraid of hurting her. He threw a punch at Qinglong's face with his free hand, hoping he would let go.
Now it was Qinglong's turn to choose. If he let go and neutralized this move, Leng Xue would undoubtedly be taken by him. Although he believed he could quickly snatch her back, it would be a huge loss of face. He let out a soft shout, instantly raising his power to ten percent. Originally, he hadn't planned to use his full strength against this kid, but in just one exchange, his miscalculation had put him in a passive position.
Qinglong's face flushed with a blue aura. He slightly lowered his head, avoiding a vital spot on his face. Xia Qingyang's punch struck his forehead, and with a muffled thud, the fist was deflected by Qinglong's protective true energy. Immediately afterward, Qinglong channeled his true energy into Leng Xue's body. Her arm jerked violently, generating immense strength that Xia Qingyang could no longer hold. Then, Qinglong's right leg shot out like lightning, kicking his opponent in the abdomen, sending Xia Qingyang rolling away like a ball.
The infusion of true energy into Leng Xue's body had an unexpected benefit: she had clearly grasped the characteristics of Qinglong's true energy. In a duel between masters, victory or defeat hinges on a single thread; if one's secrets are revealed to the other, defeat is inevitable. Just now, when Xia Qingyang had pulled her close, she had leaned against him for a few seconds, and that moment of intimacy was incredibly strong—he was like an old friend she hadn't seen in years. Leng Xue searched her memory but couldn't recall ever seeing him before. Why was he so affectionate? Why had he risked his life to save her? These mysteries left Leng Xue puzzled.
Before she could think any further, Leng Xue was already unable to think. Her body had already fallen, and Qinglong's penis thrust violently into the center of her vagina, like being stabbed hard with a wooden stick. She couldn't help but cry out. The pain itself was nothing; it was her heart that ached.
The impact of the penis was immense, but it didn't penetrate her body. Deflowering a virgin was a long process, especially without any caresses, and with such a thick penis. Her two thin, pink labia desperately protected her pure sacred ground, though squeezed out of shape, they remained tightly joined, preventing the invasion of the enemy.
Xia Qingyang rolled several times on the ground, one hand on the ground, half-squatting, unable to stand up for a moment. Qinglong's men rushed forward to grab him, but Qinglong shooed them away.
"Boy, it's not too late to stop now. I can forgive your insolence!" Qinglong said. Since he couldn't kill him, there was no point in making a mortal enemy of him. He was indeed a martial arts prodigy, and with the Martial Saint's arrangement, he might be reused someday. Xia Qingyang
raised his head, his eyes wide with anger, staring directly at Qinglong. His fingertips still retained the feeling of gliding over cold, snowy skin; it was a little cold. He remembered how her hands and feet were always icy cold when she was little. In the coldest winter, he would let her hands slip inside his clothes, warming them with his burning chest. Just now, he had held her in his arms, and he had smelled a faint, sweet fragrance—a fragrance that had haunted his dreams countless times.
Fourteen years—a long time. He hadn't expected her to grow up to be so beautiful, radiating a purity that could cleanse the soul, enough to make him give up everything for her. And now, she was naked, her body exposed to all men, a huge, ugly weapon attacking her, defiling the goddess in his heart.
Xia Qingyang could no longer endure it. Without a word, he roared like a wild beast. He charged at Qinglong again like a leopard, but with a muffled thud, he was kicked and rolled away, even further, almost to the entrance of the hall. Blood trickled from the corner of his mouth; he had suffered a serious internal injury.
Xia Qingyang knew his mind was in turmoil, and given the vast difference in martial arts between him and Qinglong, a brute-force fight would have no chance of snatching Leng Xue from his arms. He needed to calm down to find an opportunity. But how could he remain calm while watching Leng Xue being humiliated?
Seeing that he couldn't get up immediately, Qinglong lowered Leng Xue, who was suspended in mid-air, and let her sit against him. Qinglong parted her legs, one arm around her, the other reaching towards her private parts.
"I say, kid, this woman may be top-notch, but is she worth risking your life for? There are plenty of women in the world. I can have Mei Ji find you a few. They might not be as good as her, but they won't be too far off." As Qinglong spoke, he used his fingers to part her pale pink labia, groping for her small clitoris, and gently teasing it. "Damn it, it's so dry, there's no lubrication at all. How can I do it?" Xia Qingyang raged for the third time, but this time Qinglong had one hand free and easily knocked Xia Qingyang down. Qinglong continued to fondle her private parts. He was highly skilled in this art, and under his caresses, Leng Xue's vulva gradually became wet, and her clitoris slowly swelled with blood. This was merely a physiological reaction, unrelated to lust.
Watching Xia Qingyang defeat her time and again, Leng Xue's heart felt like it was being seized. His martial arts were far inferior to Qinglong's; he had absolutely no chance. Although she desperately hoped he would take her away, reality told her the possibility was zero. At this moment, she wanted him to leave immediately. On one hand, she didn't want him to be hurt again; on the other hand, for some reason, being raped by Qinglong in front of him would make her feel even worse. Leng Xue looked at Xia Qingyang, who was beginning to vomit blood, hoping he would understand her meaning.
"Why are you staring at that kid? Is it because he's handsome and you want to mess with him?" Qinglong said hatefully. "I've been messing with you for so long, and you haven't reacted at all! Have you forgotten what Meiji taught you? Show me some skills! If I don't enjoy you, I'll throw you into the snake pit to feed the snakes!" Leng Xue was horrified. Xia Qingyang's arrival to snatch her today was extremely unusual and could easily arouse Qinglong's suspicion. Besides, even if she wasn't suspected, it would be too unworthy to be killed for some inexplicable reason. Although she wasn't afraid of death, she wanted to die with value.
Thinking of this, Leng Xue showed a terrified expression and turned her head away from Xia Qingyang. She reached out and grasped Qinglong's penis, stroking it up and down. With his caresses, Leng Xue began to moan softly. She tried to imagine that the person embracing her wasn't Qinglong, but her prince charming from her dreams.
During her training on the island, she also aroused her desire in the same way. However, the face of the Prince Charming was blurry before, and although it is still blurry now, Leng Xue felt that it vaguely resembled Xia Qingyang.
Hearing Leng Xue's ecstatic moans, watching the blush rise on her pale cheeks, the small nipples hardening on her high, white breasts, and feeling the increased lubrication from her genitals, Qinglong's lust burned ever brighter. He thrust his finger into her vagina.
Leng Xue's slender waist and soft, snowy buttocks swayed gently, the tender flesh inside her vagina gripping Qinglong's finger tightly, its opening and closing seemingly trying to squeeze it out, yet also drawing it deeper.
The moment her vagina was penetrated, it was like a bucket of ice water instantly extinguishing Leng Xue's meager desire, pulling her from her dream of a prince charming back to harsh reality. But she was no ordinary person; extraordinary people can do extraordinary things.
She banished all distractions, banishing Qinglong and Xia Qingyang from her thoughts, continuing her dream of a prince charming.
Leng Xue had already decided that since Qinglong had taken a liking to her, she would strive to win his favor, ideally replacing Mei Ji's position, which would make things much easier. Of course, she knew that winning Qinglong's favor temporarily was easy, but gaining his trust was extremely difficult and couldn't be accomplished overnight.
Leng Xue's performance greatly satisfied Qinglong. Now, even without the Martial Saint's orders, he wouldn't let go of the beauty before him. More and more nectar flowed out, her soft, pubic hair glistening like morning dew. Her soft moans and the way her fair, soft body writhed like a water snake, made her seem like a young girl aroused by spring. But for some reason, Xia Qingyang seemed to sense her extreme sorrow, a despair as if falling into an abyss that overwhelmed him, almost making him breathless.
... Ximen Jingyun and Chi Fengqin arrived in Hong Kong the next day and met with Sheng Hongyu, Shui Ling, and Yan Lanyin. Ximen Jingyun was not tall, with an oval face, fair skin, and a delicate, quiet appearance. She wore black-rimmed glasses, looking like a recent college graduate. Shui Ling had heard Sheng Hongyu mention that she was the third-in-command of the Extreme Angels. Shui Ling was a little skeptical that this seemingly frail girl could be so capable. Chi Fengqin, on the other hand, looked much stronger. She had short brown hair, blue eyes, and a high nose, and was probably of mixed Chinese and American descent. Her movements were efficient, and Shui Ling believed she had received rigorous training, making her a formidable opponent in both firearms and hand-to-hand combat. Of course, the two were no less beautiful than Shui Ling and the others, each with their own unique charm. If the five of them walked down the street together, they would definitely turn heads.
After listening to Sheng Hongyu's report, Ximen Jingyun asked, "Can you find out where Gao Yun and Fu Shaomin are being held?" Sheng Hongyu looked at Shui Ling, who replied, "The Black Dragon Society has many secret bases in Hong Kong. We can roughly determine their location, but we can't be absolutely certain." Her intelligence came from Cheng Xuanyin, who had been operating in Hong Kong for many years and had a considerable intelligence network. "However, that place is heavily guarded, and I don't think a forced entry would be very likely," Shui Ling added.
"Even if it's a dragon's den or a tiger's lair, we'll brave it," Ximen Jingyun said resolutely.
"Alright!" Seeing Ximen Jingyun's determination, Shui Ling's blood boiled. She understood her; when Shu Yiping was imprisoned in Indonesia, she had rushed there without regard for her own life. Shui Ling turned her gaze to Yan Lanyin and asked, "Lanyin, are you going?" Yan Lanyin was her good sister with whom she had gone through thick and thin, but the two hadn't seen each other much lately. She had wanted to ask about her recent situation, but hadn't had the chance.
"Hmm," Yan Lanyin nodded emphatically. Her heart was burning with excitement at being able to fight alongside Shui Ling and the others; yet, it was also cold. She feared the phone might ring suddenly, and how she would answer if it were Li Quan. Fortunately, Li Quan didn't call that day. Although Yan Lanyin's body and soul had succumbed to the demons, her conscience remained, and she didn't proactively tell Li Quan about the plan.
In the early hours of the morning, the five arrived at the Black Dragon Society's secret base, a courtyard comprised of several villas, completely dark without a single light.
"Wait a moment, I'll take a look first," Ximen Jingyun crouched down and disappeared into the darkness. The group waited a long time before she returned.
"There are four at the main gate, Fengqin, you take care of them; the two sentries on the right, Hongyu, go; there are two on the left, Shuiling, you go. Lanyin, you stay with me, be mobile. Remember, no guns, or we'll alert the people inside," Ximen Jingyun concisely laid out the tactical arrangements, then added, "Shuiling, when you approach the enemy, I'll immobilize them for a very short time, and they won't shout, but you only get one chance. How about this, let Lanyin stay with you, it'll be safer." Shuiling knew that the Extreme Angels possessed such a special talent, but this time Ximen Jingyun was going to control eight people at once, her ability far surpassing Gao Yun's. Ximen Jingyun's arrangement slightly displeased her; Chi Fengqin was going to deal with four people, while she and Yan Lanyin were only going to deal with one each, which seemed to underestimate her abilities. All
five of them had received special training and successfully infiltrated the enemy's side. In the darkness, Ximen Jingyun emerged from the shadows, stood at the villa's main entrance, and waved to signal the start of the operation. Yan Lanyin thought to herself, "Oh no, revealing myself like this will immediately alert the enemy." Strangely, all the guards stood frozen in place, not uttering a sound.
The group, of course, wouldn't let this fleeting opportunity slip by; they drew their daggers and slit the enemies' throats. Shui Ling and Yan Lanyin, fighting alongside the Extreme Angels for the first time, were amazed by the result. No wonder the Extreme Angels were the nemesis of criminals worldwide; their abilities were even more miraculous than ancient martial arts.
Chi Fengqin extracted the location of Gao Yun and Fu Shaomin's imprisonment from the last guard. The group's spirits lifted; Shui Ling's intelligence was quite accurate, and they had finally found their whereabouts.
After dealing with the guards leading to the basement, they arrived at the cell door. Chi Fengqin, wielding two pistols, kicked open the door. There, Gao Yun and Fu Shaomin were naked, their hands and feet bound, surrounded by seven or eight men, who were raping them.
Chi Fengqin's eyes instantly turned bloodshot, her pistols flashing. Amidst screams, men fell, shot. The others opened fire simultaneously. Under this sudden, overwhelming attack, the Black Dragon Society's elite had no chance to resist.
Today, guarding the cells were Ren Yuantian, the leader of the Earthly Fiend Hall, and Liao Hai, the leader of the Purple Flag Hall. Ding Fei had temporarily left to report to Mo Zhentian. At the sound of gunfire, Ren Yuantian reacted the fastest, immediately hiding behind Fu Shaomin. He saw Liao Hai shot and fall to the ground; there were few survivors left in the room. He was terrified. He had taken this job, hoping to enjoy himself with two beautiful women, but instead, he was facing certain death. Although he was skilled in martial arts, even the best martial arts couldn't withstand bullets.
In this life-or-death moment, he threw Fu Shaomin aside with all his might, then quickly grabbed Gao Yun to shield himself, and charged forward. If he could break through their ranks, not only would there be a glimmer of hope, but he could also use his martial arts to perhaps capture them both.
Seeing Fu Shaomin tumbling towards her, Chi Fengqin threw down her twin pistols and caught her body with both hands. However, this throw was infused with Ren Yuantian's inner strength, and Chi Fengqin staggered backward, knocking down Shui Ling and Sheng Hongyu beside her.
Ren Yuantian was overjoyed. As long as he charged into their midst and used Gao Yun as a weapon, they would be hesitant to fire, greatly increasing his chances of victory. Yan Lanyin, standing in the back row, was not knocked down, but seeing Ren Yuantian charging towards her at high speed, she couldn't fire. She wasn't confident that she could hit Ren Yuantian without injuring Gao Yun.
"Hmph!" Ximen Jingyun shouted softly, drawing a silver pistol from her waist with almost magical speed. She took a step forward and pulled the trigger.
Ren Yuantian died, and even in death, he didn't understand how he died. He had clearly charged into their midst, clearly seized the initiative, but in that instant, his mind went blank—a blank of memory, of time, of even space. Then he saw a small silver spear pressed against the center of his forehead. Why had this spear suddenly appeared before his head? This was the only thought that crossed his mind before he died. In the next instant, everything went dark. He could no longer hear the gunshot, for he was dead.
Ximen Jingyun was also somewhat moved. She hadn't wanted to kill Ren Yuantian so quickly; she still wanted to extract some information from him. But when she pressed the spear against his head, she found she could no longer control him, so she had no choice but to fire.
With her abilities, a full-force mental attack on someone could immobilize them for ten seconds, but she couldn't do that with him. He would likely regain his mobility in just over a second.
After the rise of the Demonic Sect, the Extreme Angels clashed with it many times, gaining some understanding of ancient martial arts and suffering heavy losses as a result. Therefore, Bai Wuxia warned all the Extreme Angels to be cautious when encountering opponents with ancient martial arts skills, to maintain distance, and never engage in close combat; instead, to use modern firearms to resolve the battle.
Chi Fengqin staggered back several steps, only managing to stand firm against the wall. The immense force from Fu Shaomin felt like a sledgehammer pounding into her chest, almost causing her to vomit blood. Since joining the Extreme Angels, she had never fought anyone with ancient martial arts skills. She had always been very confident in her fighting techniques, but her opponent's single throw had nearly injured her, and she began to believe Bai Wuxia's words.
"Jingyun, Fengqin, you're here!" Gao Yun shouted, her excitement beyond words. In the past day and night, she had been gang-raped dozens of times; the hellish experience made even the incredibly strong-willed her want to cry.
"We're saved! We're saved!" Freed from her restraints, Fu Shaomin jumped up from the ground, grabbing Gao Yun and shouting. They then embraced tightly, tears glistening in their eyes.
Gao Yun gently stroked her hair and said softly, "It's alright, it's alright, don't cry, it's all over, don't cry." Shui Ling picked up two men's clothes from the side and gently draped them over them, her heart also filled with joy. A commotion
arose outside. Ximen Jingyun calmly said, "There are still enemies outside. We have to break through." "Give me a gun!" Gao Yun, wearing ill-fitting clothes, kicked Ren Yuantian's corpse hard. This was the man who had devised various ways to humiliate them after Ding Fei left.
"He deserved to die!" Yan Lanyin added, kicking him as well. Besides Gao Yun and Fu Shaomin, she was the happiest person tonight. Ren Yuantian had raped her at the Silver Moon Pavilion. He loved to use his long fingernails to dig into her private parts, causing her unbearable pain. Seeing him now naked and beaten to death like a wild dog, Yan Lanyin felt immense joy.
The seven women descended like tigers from the mountain, their eyes burning with rage, gunfire illuminating their beautiful faces. The bullets of revenge tore through the darkness, and a symphony of death resounded in the night sky.
Ximen Jingyun was the calmest in the battle. She rarely fired, but whenever a shot was fired, an enemy would inevitably fall, and that fallen enemy always posed a significant threat. Because of her, the group was able to fight their way out unscathed amidst the hail of bullets.
In this battle, the Black Dragon Society suffered over forty elite casualties.
...Hmm, I'll post it once it's finished. Revising is tedious, and one revision is enough. In this section, Leng Xue's humiliation continues, but it will be a while before she loses her virginity. This might affect everyone's reading experience, but there's nothing I can do about it. The Hong Kong plot finally picked up. Since I wasn't particularly interested in the humiliation of Gao Yun and Fu Shaomin, I skipped it. The main focus was on the power of the "Extreme Angels," who immediately routed the Black Dragon Society. The character of Ximen Jingyun was given special attention, a departure from the previous portrayals of perfect beauties. She was short, quiet, and resembled a college student; I felt that a single, overly complex character wouldn't be suitable.
In Chapter 3 of "The Phoenix in Flames," Section 4, "Difficult Moments," when Xia Qingyang was knocked down for the fifth time, Qinglong was certain he wouldn't get up again. The beauty in his arms was already overflowing
with desire. "It's time," Qinglong thought. He picked up Leng Xue's delicate body, making her kneel on top of him. He didn't want to use brute force; he wanted her to willingly offer her virginity—it would be more pleasurable. His
thick penis pressed against the entrance of her flower cave, and Leng Xue's body rapidly changed. At this moment, how difficult it was for her to forget everything and immerse herself in fantasy. She steadied herself, closed her legs, bent down, and grasped Qinglong's burning hot penis with her slender hands, then slowly lowered her body. Her hands trembled, her legs trembled, her body trembled, and her heart was pounding with unprecedented tension.
Although afraid, Leng Xue did not hesitate. She tried very hard to let that huge thing enter her body, but she could not succeed. Her private parts were very wet, but the penis was too huge, especially the glans, which was comparable to a goose egg. How could a virgin who had never been with a man, a girl who lacked sexual skills, do it?
The soft, tender flesh of her private parts aroused Qinglong's desire. "Let me help you!" Qinglong could not restrain himself, stretched out his hands and tightly grasped her buttocks, forcefully pressing her body down. Qinglong's strength was immense. After a fraction of a second of stalemate, the goose egg-sized glans finally broke through Leng Xue's body, expanding her vagina, which had never been penetrated by a man, to its limit.
Ah! Leng Xue couldn't help but scream. A wave of throbbing pain washed over him, the leaden humiliation shattering his dreams. His prince charming, his burning desire—all were banished.
He watched helplessly as Qinglong's penis pierced Leng Xue's body, the erection between her snow-white thighs transforming into a hideous demon, devouring the saint in his heart and rekindling his extinguished power. He staggered to his feet, blood dripping from his mouth and nose, but he resolutely moved towards Qinglong, step by step.
As soon as he entered Leng Xue's honeyed depths, Qinglong's glans was tightly gripped by the tender vaginal walls, like a thousand tiny tongues licking it. "The man is exquisite, and this vagina is exquisite too," Qinglong thought to himself. As he tried to penetrate deeper, he saw Xia Qingyang stand up.
"What a damn disappointment! This kid is like an unkillable cockroach!" Qinglong thought to himself. Xia Qingyang had lost all his previous murderous intent. Qinglong, convinced he was at his limit, waited for him to approach so he could deliver the final blow and send him back to his old spot.
Leng Xue had her eyes closed, waiting for Qinglong to strike again. She had completely given up hope of preserving her virginity and instead longed for the blade to fall quickly. But after a while, Qinglong didn't exert any force; in fact, his grip on her loosened slightly. She couldn't help but turn her head and saw Xia Qingyang, covered in blood, walking towards her. He was willing to risk his life for her; Leng Xue was utterly shocked. "
Are you crazy?! Get out of here! What are you anyway? Compared to you, Lord Qinglong, you're nothing!"
Leng Xue suddenly shouted. She knew she should remain silent now, that she shouldn't say such things, as it would arouse suspicion. But she couldn't bear to see him die for her; she only hoped he would leave quickly.
Xia Qingyang was taken aback by her words, then a faint smile appeared on his lips. Leng Xue felt he saw through her thoughts; her heart felt as if something had seized it, and an indescribable sorrow welled up in her chest. Leng Xue turned her head back, afraid that her tears would fall uncontrollably. She gritted her teeth, and with all her might, sat down abruptly. She wanted to lose her virginity before Xia Qingyang arrived; perhaps he would give up and risk his life to save her.
Although she didn't know if it would work, she was going to try.
This time, Leng Xue made no sound; she didn't want to provoke him. With this full-force sit-down, his huge penis pierced her half a finger's length. Leng Xue felt the penis pressing against her hymen, but it hadn't pierced it yet. Once she made up her mind to do something, she wouldn't hesitate for a moment. Farewell, my precious virginity. Leng Xue took a deep breath, enduring the excruciating pain that felt like her body was being torn apart, gathering her strength, and prepared to squat down again.
At that moment, Xia Qingyang moved. On his way here, he had thought a lot, even wondering if it was worth it. When he heard Leng Xue tell him to get lost, he smiled. Only she could think of someone else while suffering such pain. Although Xia Qingyang knew she hadn't recognized him, he firmly believed it was worth giving his life for her. At that very moment, he completely calmed down, his entire being, his heart, as still as a deep well.
Xia Qingyang moved with lightning speed. Qinglong was surprised by his speed, and seeing that his attack was aimed at Leng Xue's exposed face, he smiled coldly, raising his hand to parry and strike him down again.
But then, a dramatic scene unfolded. Xia Qingyang's palms, aimed at Qinglong's face, suddenly changed direction, grabbing Leng Xue's shoulders. Qinglong's parry missed, and his strike to Xia Qingyang halted, for he knew that even if it hit him, Leng Xue would be dragged away and fall into his arms, and he would not allow that to happen.
Qinglong flipped his hand, preparing to grab Leng Xuexue's slender waist. He was certain that Xia Qingyang wouldn't pull hard to avoid injuring her. At that moment, a gust of wind struck his groin, and Qinglong realized he'd been tricked; his real target was his most vulnerable spot—his genitals. Despite his panic, Qinglong remained calm and kicked out, judging that he could land the kick sooner and neutralize the attack.
In a flash, Xia Qingyang bent his leg. He didn't attack with his foot, but with his knee. This unexpected move both dodged Qinglong's counterattack and used a more powerful part of his body to inflict greater damage.
Qinglong was hit, letting out a scream as he and his chair were kicked back several feet. If their skills were equal, this kick would have been fatal, but Qinglong had strong internal energy protecting him, so the kick didn't cause him much harm. Even so, he couldn't sit still, jumping up and rubbing his testicles and penis while crying out in pain.
Xia Qingyang carried Leng Xue on his back, unbuckled his belt, wrapped it around their bodies, and tied it tightly. "
It'll hurt a little, bear with it, I'll take you away!" he said, puffing out his chest as he walked towards the door. The hard belt tightened painfully on Leng Xue, but she felt an immense warmth, like the winter sun, like a hot spring in the snow, melting her despairing heart. But soon, a deeper chill crept in; Qinglong wouldn't let them leave, and he would suffer an even worse fate.
Qinglong's men, standing guard at the door, were still in a daze. They had come here to watch a steamy and exciting show, but in the blink of an eye, Xia Qingyang had actually snatched the woman and even beaten Qinglong until he howled. Seeing Xia Qingyang carrying Leng Xue and striding towards them, remembering Qinglong's earlier warnings not to attack, they were at a loss for what to do. "
Grab him! Don't let the brat get away!" Qinglong hadn't recovered yet. Upon hearing this, the four men standing at the door attacked Xia Qingyang simultaneously. All four were quite skilled; if Xia Qingyang hadn't been injured and wasn't carrying Leng Xue, he might have been able to hold his own. But now, exhausted, he was no match for them.
Xia Qingyang didn't give up. He parried and blocked, pushing his potential to the limit. He was no longer relying on his own skill, but entirely on his accurate prediction of the enemy's moves to barely hold on. Even so, he was repeatedly hit. During the fight, Xia Qingyang always tried his best to protect Leng Xue from harm. Amidst the barrage of punches and kicks, she was almost never struck.
A powerful gust of wind swept in from behind. Leng Xue knew that Qinglong had finally made his move. She wanted to shout "Be careful!" but swallowed the words with difficulty. Xia Qingyang suddenly turned around, hoping to block the attack, but how could he possibly withstand Qinglong's enraged palm strike?
Blood spurted from his mouth like an arrow, and he collapsed. In the instant he fell, he mustered his last strength to roll over, trying to prevent Leng Xue from being crushed. Qinglong's men pounced, pulling his hands off the belt, freeing Leng Xue from his body, and he was tightly bound.
Qinglong's men then proceeded to beat Xia Qingyang mercilessly, leaving him bruised and battered beyond recognition. Fortunately, Qinglong remembered the Martial Saint's words; otherwise, Xia Qingyang would have been beaten to death. "
Strip that brat naked and tie him to that chair," Qinglong roared grimly.
Qinglong checked his genitals; although they were a little sore, they seemed fine. Remembering the kick he had just received, he became enraged again. As soon as Xia Qingyang was bound, he kicked him in the groin, thankfully not with full force, or his penis would have been smashed to a pulp. Xia Qingyang was a tough guy; although he was sweating profusely from the pain, he didn't utter a sound. Leng Xue saw it all, but what could she do? Nothing. She turned her head away, unable to bear witnessing what was happening.
The kick he'd just delivered had softened Qinglong's erection; anger temporarily overwhelmed his desire. He pointed at Xia Qingyang's penis and said to Leng Xue, "Get that kid hard, make him feel good too." Even though she was unwilling, Leng Xue had no choice but to comply. She walked to Xia Qingyang's side, grasped his still-erect penis in one hand, and then lowered her head, pressing her red lips to his swollen, mangled mouth.
As she had said before, this action was inappropriate now; the most direct way to make a penis erect was oral sex, which was Qinglong's intention as well. But Leng Xue wanted to give him a kiss. Knowing Qinglong's personality, offending him like this meant certain death. All she could do was hope to leave him with a small, beautiful memory in his final moments.
Their eyes met, their lips pressed together, and before they could even savor the sensation of the kiss, Qinglong shouted from the side: "Who told you to kiss him? Give him a blowjob, oral sex!" Leng Xue's lips left Xia Qingyang. This kiss, though a little strange, didn't arouse Qinglong's suspicion too much. With just this light kiss, the penis in Leng Xue's hand began to swell at an astonishing speed, becoming very erect by the time Leng Xue knelt before him.
Xia Qingyang looked at Leng Xue with embarrassment. He could control his emotions, he could control his thoughts, but he couldn't control his primal desires. He didn't want his penis to become erect, because it was Qinglong's way of humiliating him, but this light kiss, this grasp, had already ignited his lust. "
It got hard so quickly, no wonder you came to steal my woman!" Qinglong laughed loudly, and his men echoed his laughter.
Ignoring their wild, chaotic laughter, Leng Xue composed herself and gently took Xia Qingyang's burning hot penis into her mouth. His penis was a size smaller than Qinglong's, but still considered large among the men Leng Xue had ever seen. Recalling the techniques Mei Ji had taught her, Leng Xue focused on licking and sucking, hoping to bring him some pleasure—the only thing she could do.
In just a minute or two, Xia Qingyang, who hadn't uttered a sound during the beating, began to groan softly. The pleasure Leng Xue brought him was immense. At this moment, he forgot everything, completely overwhelmed by the surging tide of desire. He wasn't inexperienced with women; although he had never raped one, he had experienced casual sexual encounters several times.
He remembered every woman he slept with saying he was amazing, with a thick, large penis, and could easily last an hour or two with plenty of energy. But today, just a minute or two had brought him to the peak of desire. His penis swelled again in Leng Xue's mouth, trembling rhythmically and violently. Leng Xue, experienced in such matters, knew he was about to climax. She took the penis deeper into her mouth, her soft tongue tightly entwining the trembling shaft. She wasn't using her tongue, but her heart to melt the penis into her body, into her soul.
The thick semen powerfully impacted her throat, but she didn't feel the intense nausea and vomiting she usually did; she let the semen flow down her throat into her body.
Qinglong, still looking at his penis, hadn't noticed that Xia Qingyang had ejaculated. Leng Xue continued to gently lick the still-erect penis with her tongue, hoping this moment of pleasure could last a little longer! A fire seemed to be burning within her, unnoticed by herself or anyone else in the room; her private parts were even wetter than when Qinglong had caressed her.
Qinglong finally noticed the milky white liquid seeping from the corner of Leng Xue's mouth. "Did this kid ejaculate?" Qinglong asked. Leng Xue nodded, a bit of the penis still in her mouth. "Sigh, who told you to let him ejaculate so quickly! Spit it out!" Qinglong felt a little disgusted at the thought of kissing her little mouth later, which contained Xia Qingyang's semen.
"Take her to wash up, then take her to my room!" Qinglong said. Two of his men led Leng Xue to the bathroom.
In the bathroom, ostensibly to bathe Leng Xue, they actually continued to molest her. Leng Xue numbly allowed the two men with green eyes to do as
they pleased. Halfway through the bath, Mei Ji walked in, looking at her with hostile eyes. Leng Xue put on a pitiful look and softly called out, "Master Mei." Mei Ji ignored her and coldly told the two men, "Hurry up and wash her!" Urged by Mei Ji, Qinglong's two men sped up and led Leng Xue into another room. As soon as they entered, Leng Xue saw that Xia Qingyang was still there, still tied to that chair, but his mouth was gagged.
Mei Ji, bare-breasted and wearing only a pair of black leather shorts, stood beside Xia Qingyang. She leaned down and stroked his penis with her hand. Leng Xue noticed that his penis and testicles were swollen, indicating that he must have been kicked several times by Qinglong.
Although Mei Ji skillfully caressed him, Xia Qingyang's penis showed no reaction whatsoever, remaining erect and lifeless.
"I told you you couldn't do it, could you? You can't get his dick hard!" Qinglong, already completely naked, sat cross-legged on a huge bed, his penis erect. "
You were kicked so hard just now, I think you damaged it," Meiji scolded. "
I think this kid's dick is still usable. If you don't believe me, let her try it." Qinglong gestured for Leng Xue to come over. "
Don't use your mouth anymore, use your hands, or if that doesn't work, use your breasts. You have to get his dick hard for me!"
Qinglong said.
Xia Qingyang wasn't surprised to see Leng Xue enter. Qinglong was going to thoroughly humiliate him and would definitely rape her in front of him. He was filled with helplessness and resentment; he was powerless to protect her.
After showering, Leng Xue washed away her makeup, her long, wet hair hanging down on either side of her breasts. She was like a saint descending from a snow-capped mountain, exuding a holy aura. Under Leng Xue's gentle caresses, Xia Qingyang's penis came back to life, erect once more.
"Alright, that's enough. Let that kid watch a good show!" Qinglong's lust surged. Leng Xue and Mei Ji went to Qinglong's bed together. Mei Ji took off her leather pants and knelt down on one side of Qinglong, sticking out her round buttocks like a female dog, licking his huge penis. The arrogant and domineering Mei Ji, who had been high and mighty during their training, revealed her lewd nature.
Leng Xue knelt down on the other side of Qinglong in the same posture, serving Qinglong like Mei Ji. Mei Ji was her biggest rival in winning Qinglong's favor; only by surpassing her could she hope to replace her. The two licked the same penis, their faces almost touching. Leng Xue felt Mei Ji occasionally casting hateful glances at her, but she pretended not to notice.
Qinglong's hands roamed over the two women's voluptuous and alluring bodies. He probed their vaginas; Mei Ji was already soaked, her juices flowing freely, while Leng Xue's was dry, not even her clitoris swollen. "Mei Ji, you tease her, get her to 'water' Qinglong Dao."
Mei Ji responded, crawling over to Leng Xue, making her lie on her back on the bed, then pressing down on her and beginning to kiss her. From lips, neck, breasts, lower abdomen, all the way to her vulva. Mei Ji focused on caressing her vulva; her technique was superior to Qinglong's, sending waves of unbearable tingling sensations throughout her body.
Leng Xue tried hard to get herself into the mood; she knew that without igniting the fire of desire, the enormous penis would be difficult to penetrate her. If Qinglong forced his way in, it would cause great harm to her body, and she wouldn't be able to please him.
For some reason, Leng Xue couldn't help but steal glances at Xia Qingyang out of the corner of her eye, seeing his angry, desperate, self-reproachful, and heartbroken expression, her desire instantly extinguished. Finally, only when Mei Ji turned completely around, her legs clamping on either side of Leng Xue's head, blocking her view, did Leng Xue's heart calm down slightly.
Seeing that the caresses weren't very effective, Mei Ji changed her methods, stimulating her private parts more intensely.
"Let me warm up first!" Qinglong leaped up, appearing behind Meiji, his massive member thrusting straight into her honeypot. "Ah—" Meiji let out a loud groan, her snow-white buttocks swaying from side to side. Even with her extensive experience in sex
, she couldn't withstand Qinglong's massive member going all the way in at once. Lengxue's face was between Meiji's thighs, at a distance that couldn't be closer, and she finally saw clearly what was happening between the man and woman. She couldn't help but think that soon that thing would enter her body, and an inexplicable chill swept over her again.
Meiji's buttocks shook wildly, finally swallowing Qinglong's entire penis. Soon, the penis was pulled out at an extremely fast speed, and then thrust in again. The two naked bodies made a crisp sound when they collided. Meiji's groans suddenly rose eight decibels, and her hands gripped Lengxue's thighs even tighter, her nails digging deep into her flesh.
With each thrust, Mei Ji's juices splattered, like a fine drizzle on her face. The increasingly rapid, rhythmic slapping sounds made it difficult for Leng Xue, even with her eyes closed, to concentrate. "
That's enough, it's time to have my way with her," Qinglong said, pulling his penis out of Mei Ji's vagina. Mei Ji pulled Leng Xue up, letting her lean against her, then lifted her buttocks high, opening her secret passage to welcome Qinglong's penetration.
Qinglong touched her secret passage; it wasn't nearly as wet as it had been in the hall, but he couldn't wait any longer. He parted her pink labia with his fingers and forcefully thrust his penis inside.
The glans forced its way in, and as soon as it entered, Leng Xue cried out in pain. All her mental energy was focused on resisting the physical and mental pain; she could no longer think about pleasing Qinglong, nor about any romantic advances. Because of the tension of being penetrated for the first time, her muscles were as hard as stone, her legs were scissors-like, and even her toes were pointed straight.
Mei Ji watched with a cold smile. Experienced as she was, she knew how difficult and painful it would be for Qinglong to force his way in such a position. "
Hey, don't stretch your legs so straight, I can't get in like that. Bend your legs and spread them apart." Qinglong showed some mercy, not resorting to brute force.
Leng Xue tried to bend her legs, but they seemed to have a mind of their own. She struggled to bend them halfway before her right leg felt like it had been struck by lightning. "My leg cramped!" Leng Xue reached out to rub her leg, but Mei Ji held her tightly, preventing her from moving. "
A cramp isn't a big deal, it won't kill you," Mei Ji said sarcastically. Qinglong didn't move, but watched Leng Xue's pained expression and trembling legs with amusement. To him, not forcing his penis in was already the greatest mercy. Conquering a beauty like the Snow Maiden required making her endure some pain.
Usually, a leg cramp would be fine after a little rubbing. But Qinglong and Meiji ignored her painful struggles, not even pulling out their already partially inserted penises, and continued to wantonly rub her breasts. After about two or three minutes, the cramps subsided, and Leng Xue slowly bent her legs again, trying to spread them into an M shape.
This position was correct, allowing her vagina to dilate to its maximum extent, but Qinglong's penis still had difficulty penetrating. After some effort, amidst Leng Xue's painful groans, the penis had penetrated more than half a finger's length. Seeing that it had reached a certain depth, Qinglong pulled his penis out slightly, then thrust again, using the force of each impact to slowly push deeper.
To be continued… Hmm, for the past week, my desire to write has been extremely weak. Several attempts have yielded little result, but I haven't been able to write much. I hope I can still persevere. I have carefully read all the replies from last time, thank you for your opinions.
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Phoenix in the Day of Blazing Fire Chapter 3: The Flames of War Section 4: Difficult Moments 4 Xia Qingyang witnessed all of this, letting out an angry cry of despair, but apart from Leng Xue feeling heartbroken, no one paid him any attention.
Leng Xue didn't close her eyes again. She watched the penis slowly enter her body, telling herself: "No matter how great the suffering, no matter how deep the pain, I must face it bravely. One day, this revenge will be repaid with Qinglong's life!" Qinglong felt he had reached her hymen. He roared and thrust forcefully, cruelly taking away a young girl's most precious virginity amidst Leng Xue's most heart-wrenching moans. Like a phoenix reborn in flames, the Phoenix Warrior, struggling in agony beneath Qinglong, endured the fires of hell. Her body and her heart were falling into an abyss. Would she see the dawn's first light?
Qinglong's penis thrust all the way in, their bodies pressed tightly together. He shouted excitedly, his hands squeezing her full breasts until they were deformed. After three or five violent thrusts, he suddenly pulled his penis out of her vagina, dripping bright red virgin blood. Everyone was shocked.
Qinglong was excited to possess a virgin with the face of an angel and the temperament of a saint; Leng Xue was heartbroken as she looked at her own fallen petals; Xia Qingyang's hatred was etched deep into his bones; Mei Ji felt not only jealousy but also intense unease.
In an instant, the still-bleeding penis entered her body again, and Qinglong began to frantically pound her trembling body. With each thrust, Leng Xue screamed, the penis like a sharp blade slicing through her body; like a heavy bomb shattering her heart. She was like a delicate flower, mercilessly crushed bit by bit. Her heart was bleeding, her chest felt like it was blocked by something, and a crystal-clear tear, like morning dew, dripped from her beautiful eyes. Leng Xue knew she was crying, knew she was shedding tears, but she did not control them, letting the tears continue to flow.
Amidst this torrential onslaught, Leng Xue maintained a deep-seated clarity. She knew that her tears were a natural reaction, and would even evoke his pity. At the same time, she needed this catharsis to release her pain and humiliation; suppressing them would only prevent her from maintaining a clear head. She desired to be aroused by Qinglong's defilement, believing this would bring him the greatest pleasure—a lesson Mei Ji had taught her during training. However, her efforts were futile. Sure enough,
Qinglong wasn't angered by her crying; instead, he became even more aroused. "Come on, let's change positions!" Qinglong flipped Leng Xue over, his penis plunging into her vagina from behind like a venomous dragon. Leng Xue had only just begun to adjust to the previous position when the impact from a different angle caused her to cry out in pain again.
Mei Ji, remove the gag from that brat's mouth and see if he's still so stubborn. Qinglong grabbed her arm, lifting Leng Xue's body from her prone position, twisting her upper body into an arc, her full breasts exaggeratedly protruding forward—any man would be aroused at the sight.
Just as Mei Ji removed the gag from Xia Qingyang's mouth, Qinglong roared, released his hands, and shoved Leng Xue's back, causing her to fall onto the bed. "Damn it, I almost ejaculated! I haven't had enough fun today!" Her vaginal contractions had just triggered the urge to ejaculate. Qinglong had to release her to let his penis cool down. Actually, Leng Xue's vaginal contractions were due to extreme pain and spasms, unrelated to sexual desire.
Mei Ji's heart sank; Qinglong was a master of this art. He had never experienced anything like this before, even when raping the Phoenix Warriors in Luofeng Prison, he could often last an hour or two without blushing or panting. Mei Ji's heart grew increasingly heavy. She was certain Qinglong would keep her by his side. Had she known this would happen, she would have taken any risk to eliminate her.
Xia Qingyang gasped for breath. Qinglong expected him to curse, but instead, he smiled, a smile tinged with cruelty. "
Qinglong, I, Xia Qingyang, swear that one day I will kill you with my own hands, and I will take her away from you!"
Everyone could see the determination in Xia Qingyang's voice.
"Gag him, gag him, gag him!" For some reason, Qinglong felt a surge of revulsion upon hearing Xia Qingyang's words .
"Lord Qinglong, don't pay attention to the nonsense of such a lowly soldier. It's my honor to have given you my first time. Let's do it again!" Leng Xue's words ignited Qinglong's anger and dispelled his vexation.
Since they had entered the Demon Cave, every moment, every place, was a battlefield. Leng Xue gritted her teeth, got up, and whispered, "Lord Qinglong, let me serve you." "Alright, alright!" Qinglong beamed. He had been worried that the beauty before him would be an ice queen, but his first night was surprisingly unrestrained. With a little more training, he was sure she would enjoy even more pleasure.
Qinglong lay comfortably with his legs spread wide, while Leng Xue sat on his lap, grasping his penis and guiding it into her body. He trembled with pleasure.
Leng Xue half-squatted, using her waist and legs to thrust the enormous penis in and out of her rapidly. Tonight was crucial. She sensed Mei Ji's hostility. If she were sent back to Paradise, she didn't know what methods this ruthless woman would use against her. Only by staying by Qinglong's side could she have a better chance. Although she couldn't control her desires, she could speak and she could act; she was doing everything in her power to survive.
This sexual position was extremely exhausting. She had no internal energy to use, but her physique and strength were far superior to that of the average girl. She continued to writhe, her snow-white, plump buttocks rising and falling repeatedly. Beads of sweat began to glisten on her forehead and chest, but she didn't stop; instead, her writhing became even more intense.
Although Mei Ji was filled with jealousy, she was also dumbfounded watching Leng Xue's reckless, frenzied writhing. She couldn't imagine that someone with such a pure and holy aura could perform like a wanton woman. The contrast between her person and her actions was absolute, dazzling and mesmerizing.
Several times, Mei Ji tried to climb onto Qinglong to provide him with more service, but Qinglong pushed her away each time because she blocked his view, preventing him from seeing her dancing on his body. Mei Ji was momentarily at a loss for what to do. After a moment of stunned silence, seeing that Leng Xue seemed somewhat exhausted, she moved behind her, placing her hands on Leng Xue's slender waist, and increased the speed of her hip movements.
Leng Xue grasped her high, firm breasts, the red marks from Qinglong's touch still fresh. She tried to lightly stroke her nipples with her fingertips, a tingling, electric sensation spreading throughout her body. She continued to caress her nipples, which hardened, and finally she could think of her Prince Charming again, the flames of desire within her reignited. "
I want it, I want it, come on, come on!" Leng Xue's intoxicated eyes were like the finest wine, her swaying body like the most beautiful dance. She desperately let her desire surge through her body, amplifying, amplifying, and amplifying again. At this moment, she knew her performance was a resounding success.
Even a master like Qinglong, at the moment Leng Xue's desire ignited, felt her vaginal walls grip his penis tightly, as if trying to suck him in completely. Qinglong tried to restrain himself, but an erupting volcano could not be quelled. He roared and suddenly sat up, the immense, irresistible force lifting Leng Xue off him.
In that instant, Leng Xue paused, her dazed eyes clearing slightly. She felt Qinglong's penis swell rapidly inside her. Although she had never had sexual experience, she knew the man before her had reached the peak of desire. This thrust pulled Leng Xue from her illusory world. She could no longer meet Qinglong's final surge with her own desire; all she could do was silently endure.
Qinglong, unfortunately, lacked this fortune. If he could have held on for another three or five minutes, allowing Leng Xue's desire to reach its peak, the final thrust might have triggered her orgasm, bringing him ten times the pleasure.
The force of Qinglong's pounce caused Leng Xue to fall, and Mei Ji, caught off guard, was also crushed by Leng Xue's body, falling down along with her. Although it was only for a brief moment, Leng Xue's body, shattered from her illusion, rapidly grew cold. Her previously dilated vagina suddenly tightened, and her legs abruptly pulled back, clamping tightly around Qinglong's waist. These were subconscious reactions, beyond conscious control, but such reactions undoubtedly brought her immense pain.
Leng Xue was now on top of Mei Ji, with nowhere left to retreat. The clash of desire's peak had truly arrived—an explosion of long-accumulated primal lust, as uncontrollable as Leng Xue's tense body, a bestial attack with unimaginable power.
Just before the collision, Mei Ji suddenly tightened her abdomen and thrust her body upwards, forcefully pushing Leng Xue's buttocks up several centimeters. Although it was only a few centimeters, the force of the impact could normally be partially absorbed by Mei Ji's body, but now not only could it not be absorbed, but she was also forced to face the impact head-on, a world of difference.
Leng Xue understood Mei Ji's trick; she should relax her body and absorb the force, but because of the pain, because of the humiliation, because of the thought that the ugly penis's semen would remain inside her forever, she lost the ability to think for a moment.
*Thud*— An extremely dull sound echoed in the room. The legs clamped around Qinglong were forced apart by the force, like a pommel horse athlete performing a split, from thighs to calves to insteps and toes, completely stretched into a straight line, rising high.
Leng Xue's head rang, countless golden stars flashed before her eyes, the feeling of being pierced by a sharp blade was beyond description; she felt her lower body explode, the shards piercing every nerve.
Qinglong's thrust failed to ejaculate, which drove him even more mad; he didn't know how to release his volcanic desire. In his rage, Qinglong thrust forward, lifting her body into the air. Then, Qinglong did something astonishing: he stood up, but instead of using his hands to support her suspended in mid-air, he stretched his arms out to the sides.

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