[Silver Radiance - The Art of Maneuvering] (The Princess's Restoration) Chapter Twenty-Seven

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Author 　　: 　　Liulihu
Published May 　　1 　　, 　　2016
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... 　　Reception Room Link: 　　****************************************************************************************** 　　 Part One: Phoenix's Descent into the Southern Wilderness 　　Volume Three: Using Barbarians to Control Barbarians 　　Chapter Twenty-Seven: Snow-Clad Dance 　　The sun gradually set, and Broken Valley fell into darkness. 　　Withered flowers and grasses drooped into the soil, with only a few kinds of autumn grasses swaying in the breeze. 　　In the spacious room of Wei Er, there was a woman, a monk, and a corpse. 　　Yan Xueyi's last thin shirt was draped open over her snow-white shoulders, barely covering her collarbone, and 　　wrapped around her fair arms. Her smooth body was like a corn cob with its husk peeled off, barely concealing her, ripe for the taking. 　　The First Monk's smile at the door remained unchanged, and his gaze, which seemed to penetrate the soul, made Yan Xueyi feel somewhat 　　terrified. 　　"Mutual reconciliation..." 　　After these words, the girl's sensitive mind grasped them. Yan Xueyi 　　noticed a playful look in the first monk's eyes, as if to say, "It's exactly what you think." 　　Ever since learning that this monk was the leader of the bandits, Yan Xueyi had unconsciously thought of 　　the obscene acts the bandits committed against their female spoils. So even though this man appeared to be a monk, she couldn't shake 　　the association between him and such things. 　　Now, this guess seemed to have come true. After carefully considering the monk's words, 　　Yan Xueyi finally realized his intentions. What was even more terrifying was that this monk was probably a pervert. Besides 　　chanting Buddhist mantras while raping women, he would also come up with all sorts of absurd and lewd ideas to humiliate women. 　　For a moment, Xu Changyuan's gentle image appeared in Yan Xueyi's mind. Thinking of that 　　old man who had fought for her like an elder, Yan Xueyi felt as if her heart had been stabbed by something sharp, and 　　she felt a pang of discomfort. 　　She suddenly panicked, a fear spreading through her, just like the helplessness she felt when she first fled the capital. 　　Perhaps this time she couldn't escape, perhaps the foundation she had built through hardship would be destroyed, because 　　the monk before her was resolute, wicked yet pure, completely different from the worldly Wei Erdun. In such 　　a person's hands, schemes and tactics would be utterly useless. 　　"You...you demon...Old Xu and I...we can't...we absolutely can't do that kind of thing! 　　Absolutely, absolutely not!" 　　Besides herself, Yan Xueyi's urgent resistance stemmed more from her concern for Xu Changyuan's feelings. To have that 　　stubborn old man, who had devoted half his life to Dayi, suffer such disloyalty and injustice in his later years, he would surely be in great pain 　　. He would rather die than do such a thing. 　　"Your Highness, exorcising the demon is a great matter. If you are unwilling to help the general, I'm afraid his life will be in danger," the first 　　monk said slowly. 　　This was a threat, and the oppressive atmosphere made Yan Xueyi feel suffocated. She couldn't bear to watch Xu Changyuan die such a humiliating 　　death; after all, as long as there was life, there was hope. 　　Ultimately, she was just a girl not yet seventeen, with too little experience, and the immense pressure completely overwhelmed Yan Xueyi's 　　thoughts. 　　She didn't know how to face what was to come. She could endure being humiliated by countless thieves, but 　　this incestuous situation truly left her at a loss. If she did it, how could she and Xu Changyuan ever 　　face each other again? If she didn't, he would likely be in grave danger. 　　The first monk, seeing the struggle in Yan Xueyi's expression, continued with a smile: "Inner demons are causing panic. Your Highness, 　　you are so intelligent and insightful; you should understand the true meaning of boundless Buddhist teachings. To dispel the alluring demons of the world, 　　there is no need to be concerned with these products of worldly flattery." 　　"No!" 　　Yan Xueyi cried out, venting her fear: "It's terrifying! You're terrifying! How 　　can you speak such cold words so seriously? It's nauseating!" 　　Frowning her delicate eyebrows, Yan Xueyi, her expression distorted, shook her head blankly, trembling with anger. 　　The dignified monk before her spoke of having intercourse with an elder, yet he did so with such seriousness, 　　unlike the filthy, obscene words she had encountered before. This left her feeling powerless to defend herself or retaliate, 　　unable even to escape. 　　Seeing Yan Xueyi's flustered state of mind, the First Monk stepped forward and pressed, "Then this old monk must ask Your Highness 　　, how dare you question the supreme Dharma if you don't understand Buddhism?" 　　Yan Xueyi opened her mouth, stunned for a long while, then pointed her slender finger at the First Monk with trembling eyes and retorted, "Anyone 　　can tell that you're just saying one thing and doing another. In fact, you're a lecherous thief in monk's skin. You're licentious and shameless, 　　corrupting morality, and unforgivable by Heaven!" 　　"No, no, I only said mutual harmony. You've misunderstood," the First Monk looked at Yan Xueyi 　　's angry eyes, deliberately putting on an even more solemn expression, then provocatively said, "Oh, no, it's your inner demons that 　　led you to think of lewd things. It's clear that Your Highness has fallen into the demonic path." 　　The First Monk spoke with sincerity, radiating an aura that inspired conversion, shattering Yan Xueyi's attempt to regain 　　her composure. 　　Such compassion, if Yan Xueyi hadn't experienced so many hardships and grown so rapidly, she might have actually believed his warnings and 　　even reflected on herself.

"Amitabha, it seems Your Highness's inner demons are deeply rooted and incorrigible." The First Monk, his robes fluttering,
walked to the bedside with his hands clasped together, bowed, and said, "Your Highness needs a great purification. Before that,
your inner demons must be completely released so that the Dharma can eliminate them."
After speaking, the First Monk suddenly reached out and gently stroked Yan Xueyi's trembling white legs. His rough skin grazed against
Yan Xueyi's smooth, snow-white skin, which had become dulled by her focused attention.
Yan Xueyi didn't bother to adjust her clothes properly. Her delicate flesh, exposed by Wei Erdang, was touched for a while before she
finally cried out and withdrew her hand.
Wei Erdang, lying on the ground, hadn't closed his eyes yet, his pupils still reflecting Yan Xueyi's jade-like, soft, and alluring voluptuous
body.
Yan Xueyi, in the corner, pretended to be calm and glared at the First Monk, but facing this demon who had cultivated for decades
, she was completely suppressed in terms of both composure and aura, even though she was just beginning to achieve imperial power.
She felt uneasy, yet dared not lose her composure.
The First Monk, his face filled with compassion and suffering, stared directly into Yan Xueyi's flickering eyes, as if waiting for something.
Suddenly, a terrifying light seemed to flash in his eyes, and his five golden fingers spread open, like a mountain pressing down on
Yan Xueyi's heart. In a daze, Yan Xueyi felt the world spinning, and a
feeling arose within her that she could not escape from his grasp. Her body slowly became light, about to completely dissolve into a feather in the Buddha's palm
, yet she could not muster the slightest thought of resistance.
"Let go of worldly desires, transcend your inner demons."
A profound Zen chant awakened Yan Xueyi from her slumber. She stumbled as if falling, her thighs trembling
slightly, and she awoke from her hazy state to find herself lying naked on the bed, her limbs weak and
uncontrollable.
A white autumn coat fluttered beside her, hanging at the head of the bed.
"What happened..."
It seemed like only a moment had passed, but Yan Xueyi's mind was a little hazy. She suddenly felt a warm sensation in her lower body, a
warm current threatening to melt into her lower abdomen.
"Desire has made you sink, it lies deep within your heart, constantly tempting you to stray from the truth of the world. Now
you must release it completely, without shame or concealment."
Yan Xueyi listened in a daze, but wave after wave of familiar pleasure spread from her lower body,
the feeling of her vagina being probed became more and more obvious, and finally she could even feel her uterus opening. She was almost certain that
the source of the pleasure was from her vagina. After struggling to lift her neck, she unsurprisingly saw
a scene that made her extremely ashamed and out of place.
The first monk sat upright, his golden robe still neatly worn. He spoke with a serious expression,
one hand fiddling with prayer beads, the other buried between Yan Xueyi's legs, two fingers already deep inside her
pink labia, probing and digging until her vaginal fluids flowed freely.
"You... um... ah..." Yan Xueyi exclaimed in surprise, but found that once she made a sound, she couldn't stop
the moans from her nose, so she simply shut her mouth.
The first monk's two fingers intertwined, forming a rough spiral,
rotating within Yan Xueyi's tightly sucking flesh, the gentle force transforming into a powerful energy that reached deep into her womb. Yan Xueyi had never experienced such
bewitching finger stimulation, like a dragon's head spiraling upwards, swallowing and exhaling the chaos deep within, utterly irresistible.
"His fingers... why... ah..."
Having been violated by a monk for the first time, Yan Xueyi bit her lower lip in resentment, her whole body burning from the first monk's bewitching fingers
.
Suddenly, the first monk increased the force, his hand thrusting faster in rhythm with the contractions of Yan Xueyi's vagina.
His large hand slapped loudly against Yan Xueyi's buttocks and pubic bone, the waves of flesh spreading across her rounded
thighs and flat stomach before stopping.
"Slap slap slap slap slap..."
Simultaneously, his vibrating hand raised his thumb, smearing the glistening fluids from her vagina onto
her smooth, plump labia.
Yan Xueyi lay limp on the bed, enduring the Buddha's finger's teasing. Her burning private parts, unable to withstand the stimulation,
were overwhelmed by waves of pleasure. She cried out, "Ah... slower... ah... oh... ah... ah... I can't take it anymore
... ah... ah..."
Hearing the sounds of water from her lower body, Yan Xueyi felt helpless and ashamed. She could only try her best to prop herself up on her arms, covering her
humiliated face. Everything changed too quickly. Yan Xueyi had no recollection of how she was knocked down, or
how fingers had penetrated her vagina. Now, she couldn't even recall or think about it.
The incense, meant to soothe and soften the bones, was almost burned out on the table. Yan Xueyi was utterly powerless. The First Monk, knowing
exactly when a woman was aroused, stopped her just as she was about to lose control and climax.
Yan Xueyi fell from her peak, letting out a sigh of relief, but her eyelashes trembled slightly with disappointment.
Her ethereal eyes narrowed into slits, concealing the surging lust within. Although her sensitive body yearned for lewdness,
Yan Xueyi felt a deep resistance to such things. In the past, whenever she was brought to the brink of losing herself, Yan Xueyi
would always feel immense self-reproach upon regaining her senses—a conflict between morality and instinct.
But the vortex of lust and calamity seemed like a persistent, scorching flame, always accompanying her, destroying her blossoming and withering
chastity.
"Ah...huff...huff..."
Only Yan Xueyi's breathing remained in the room. The First Monk remained seated, only slightly shifting his
position. This movement was actually to adjust his erect penis; the sight of this fair, voluptuous,
and delicate body was almost too much for even the seasoned monk to handle. He
was increasingly startled by her body, her ethereal beauty, and
the gleam in her defiant eyes.
Every expression, every movement, was intoxicating; her allure, even in its budding stage, could overwhelm a hundred flowers in full
bloom.
He couldn't help but wonder, if one day she could shed all the dust of the world and transform into a bewitching, peerless fairy, would she be able to make the stars and moon lose their luster, and all things lose their color with a mere gesture? Would she be able to make 　　all the Buddhas fall from the
sky with a single glance ? 　　He was momentarily lost in thought, and even the Buddhas swayed. 　　The first monk chanted Buddhist mantras, slowly regaining his senses, and once again focused his gaze on the peerless beauty before him.

"Your Highness, can you sense the demonic energy emanating from your defiled place?" The First Monk withdrew his hand,
showing Yan Xueyi the glistening liquid that formed silver threads between his fingers. He then smiled with satisfaction. "The princess is quite cooperative.
How many demons have ravaged your seductive waist-twisting technique?"
Yan Xueyi's starry eyes were half-closed as she tried her best to calm the pleasure surging in her mind. She let out a weak "humph"
and then shifted her body slightly.
"Want to continue the exorcism?" the First Monk asked seductively.
Yan Xueyi didn't even look at him, turning her face away.
The First Monk nodded unequivocally, then placed his palm on Yan Xueyi's abdomen. He lightly
touched her smooth belly, which was rising and falling slightly with her panting breaths. Then, he slightly bent his index finger, cupped her delicate navel, and
gently pressed down, slowly circling and playing with it.
"Mmm..."
A strange itch spread across Yan Xueyi's navel. She wanted to make a sound, but feared that this was exactly
what the old monk wanted, so she could only grit her teeth and defend her last shred of dignity.
The finger, however, transformed into a tiny insect, climbing and teasing her sexy ribs until it reached her cleavage.
His fingers continued to probe, until they were completely submerged in the two mounds of soft, white flesh. The First Monk even
felt a tight pressure between the unbound, firm breasts—the natural weight of the flesh. He couldn't help but
sigh inwardly, "What a perfect pair of breasts! To be able to possess such a treasure is truly a blessing in this life."
"Princess, please don't be agitated. This old monk is going to inscribe scriptures on your demonic shell."
Using the pretext of scriptures, the First Monk brazenly traced lines on Yan Xueyi's fair, smooth body.
Her boneless waist swayed gently. The First Monk admired the curves of Yan Xueyi's waist and abdomen, his fingers teasing her for a
while before tracing a path along her smooth abdomen towards her genitals, pressing against the slippery skin and leaving a
red mark.
"Mmm…"
Yan Xueyi was suddenly stimulated as her fingertips moved from her navel to her genitals, and she couldn't help but let out a soft moan.
The first monk, shaking his head, clamped Yan Xueyi's labia together, pulling out her hardened clitoris and declaring,
"The demonic energy in your dantian must be expelled here, and the Buddhist elixir will ultimately enter your body from here to cleanse you.
Are you looking forward to it?"
Yan Xueyi caught a glimpse of the first monk's smug gaze, as if to say, "Look, you're already so wet, so lewd
."
Her face flushed red, and she dared not reply, only continuing to bite her lower lip in endurance. The first monk began his
attack on Yan Xueyi's genitals, his fingers accurately circling near her most sensitive clitoris, round and
round, slowly and deliberately, seemingly endlessly.
Her empty labia began to burn; Yan Xueyi's already sensitive body could no longer withstand such teasing.
Yan Xueyi felt as if she were caught in a whirlpool, her body consumed by intense desire, slowly becoming numb.
She had never been teased so subtly before. The experienced First Monk avoided all the points of pleasure,
only wanting to drive her mad.
Gradually, Yan Xueyi unconsciously opened her mouth, her red tongue reaching her lips. Her nipples hardened
, moving from her cleavage down to her breasts, under her armpits, and back to her neck. Every inch of her skin seemed like parched
earth, yearning for a baptism of rain.
Finally, Yan Xueyi's buttocks lifted and lowered slightly. This subtle movement did not escape the First Monk's
eyes!
"Don't resist the inner demons anymore, they are about to burst forth,"
the First Monk chanted, his fingertips still tracing lines incessantly.
Yan Xueyi's buttocks lifted more and more, the movements becoming increasingly obvious. Finally, her
buttocks lifted completely off the bed, swaying in the air, her long, smooth thighs tensing. Her brows furrowed, her teeth
clenched even tighter.
The monk chuckled, dodging the pursuit of the alluring body.
At this moment, Yan Xueyi's entire soft, seductive body was flushed a delicate pink, every part of her
incredibly sensitive. The first monk continued to tease her, still not touching her clitoris, but only letting his fingers roam over her entire vulva,
two fingers like water snakes, crawling and making Yan Xueyi's honeyed orifice unbearably itchy. Gradually, Yan Xueyi's breathing became very
rapid; she began to use long, deep breaths to relieve her nerves, which were reaching their limit. The first monk noticed
this and revealed a victorious smile.
"You can't hold back anymore? Shout out, let your inner demons be exposed before Buddha!"
The First Monk's movements became slightly more forceful. Yan Xueyi could only shake her head in agony, a faint sound
escaping from between her teeth: "No... I don't feel anything... umm... umm..."
"Is that so? You're still bound by your inner demons. Alright, let this old monk help you!"
Just as Yan Xueyi exhaled a long breath and was about to inhale, the First Monk seized the opportunity, using his middle
and index fingers to firmly pinch her engorged clitoris, and began to knead and stroke it violently.
The slippery vaginal fluid caused the tender flesh of her clitoris to throb under the First Monk's fingertips, but the more it did so,
the harder the First Monk's fingers pressed.
"Ah... no... umm... ah... ah..."
Yan Xueyi never expected her opponent to be so powerful. All her resistance was broken, and in the end,
she couldn't help but scream out in ecstasy. This blow caused Yan Xueyi's sanity to completely collapse.
"Ah...oh...ah ha...um..." Yan Xueyi collapsed, her body slumping into the soft bed,
moaning softly.
"That's right! That's it! If it feels good, you should moan! Louder!" The First Monk finally
revealed his true colors, shouting excitedly, his fingers moving with abandon.
The honeyed fluid flowing from her jade orifice soaked a large patch of the sheets, and Yan Xueyi was drenched in fragrant sweat. Her legs twisted and
kicked, her body swaying with the First Monk's caresses, but her remaining reason and persistence still made her shake her head,
suppressing her moans.
"Give up your inner demons, and you will achieve perfect liberation and attain bliss. Holding onto your inner demons will only make you sink deeper.
The choice is yours."
Seeing that Yan Xueyi still hadn't collapsed, the First Monk suddenly stopped caressing her clitoris.
He then calmly presented a choice. Yan Xueyi felt the First Monk's fingers leave, so she opened her eyes half-open and
half-closed, looking at him. Unexpectedly, the First Monk saw the lust in her eyes.
"Lust itself isn't terrible, but when lust is tainted by demons, one falls into the torment of wanting and getting,"
the First Monk said calmly, making it seem as if he hadn't done anything. Yan
Xueyi's body was still trembling slightly. Her half-closed eyes began to regain their senses. Although the First Monk had stopped
stimulating her, it was obvious that every inch of her smooth skin needed a man's caress, the
comfort of rough, large hands.
"I observe your past with a Buddhist heart. Your physical body has been tossed and washed by the cycle of desire, and this is irreversible.
The only thing I can do is liberate your inner demons, purify your soul, and shape your true self."
"Hoo..." After resting for a while, Yan Xueyi shook her head mockingly, her soft voice stubbornly replying
, "I really don't understand... what are you still pretending for..."
The First Monk paused, feigning surprise, then said with relief, "Hehe, so that's
how it is. Does Your Highness think I'm lusting after your beauty? No, this is just a facade presented to you by a demon
. Don't be deceived by illusions. I have a Buddhist body; unless absolutely necessary, touching a woman will harm my body. Alas, I'm trying
to convert you in this way. Sooner or later you'll understand that I'm doing this for your own good."
The First Monk's compassionate appearance terrified Yan Xueyi, making her even more fearful of this
old demon who had cultivated to such a high level.
"Hmph..." Yan Xueyi smiled disdainfully; this was the greatest resistance she could muster now.
"Let this old monk continue the exorcism ritual,"
the first monk said dismissively, patiently repeating the same actions over and over,
playing with Yan Xueyi's clitoris. He would stop just as she reached the peak of pleasure.
Yan Xueyi lay curled up on the bed, her eyes closed in despair, enduring the monk's endless teasing.
Tears of unfulfilled climax slowly soaked her hair. Her thighs were numb from extreme excitement, and her
labia were swollen and red, almost bleeding.
Half an hour passed, and she was nearly driven mad.
"Release the shackles of your inner demons, reveal your true self, and you will be free," the first monk continued to bewitch her. He hadn't expected
Yan Xueyi's will to be so strong.
"Ugh...ugh...please...stop..." Yan Xueyi's eyes reddened, tears streaming down her face. She simply
couldn't bear the first monk's masterful finger techniques any longer.
The First Monk smiled slightly, prying open Yan Xueyi's legs as she tried to close them, but Yan Xueyi suddenly
blocked him with her slender fingers.
He intercepted her fingers, which were trying to move on their own, and then grabbed Yan Xueyi's arms in his hands.
He glanced with some displeasure at the almost burnt-out incense; he hadn't expected the incense's effects to dissipate so quickly.
Yan Xueyi's naked body was almost pressed against the First Monk's chest, and he took the opportunity to inhale the fragrance of her hair.
Yan Xueyi breathed softly, still too weak to struggle, her eyes still glazed over.
The First Monk looked down at the faint teeth marks on Yan Xueyi's full breasts and smiled knowingly; those were
marks he had accidentally left while Yan Xueyi was unconscious.
Two bright red buds stood silently, and the First Monk desperately wanted to devour them immediately,
but since their owner had awakened, he couldn't commit such a violation of Buddhist principles. He gazed at Yan Xueyi's exquisitely
beautiful face, and although he longed to possess her immediately, he had to abandon
the idea when considering his plans.
He wanted to convert Yan Xueyi to his "Buddhist sect"!
Making Yan Xueyi his loyal follower wouldn't be achieved through mere lust; he would use
the influence of the body on the spirit, brainwashing her through constant ethical transgressions.
Using Buddhist principles to enslave women, Yan Xueyi wasn't the first monk's target. He had previously
completely transformed a shrewd young noblewoman into a Buddhist slave, not only offering her body for his manipulation but also wholeheartedly believing
in his "superior Buddhist teachings," deeply immersed in piety, abandoning all distractions, and faithfully following his
words and actions.
What the first monk wanted was to turn Yan Xueyi into the same way, because as a princess with
countless soldiers under her command, making her her spiritual and emotional idol would potentially make her the most powerful person in the world.
The First Monk was overcome with worldly desires. Since leaving the Meifu Temple thirty years ago to become a monk, his once tranquil heart had
never surged with such passion.
"Gong Weixian, the grudge against the Wolf Sect's founder, I finally have a chance to avenge him," the First Monk murmured,
a ruthless glint in his eyes. If he hadn't unexpectedly obtained the Princess of the Kingdom, these long-buried memories would likely never have been
recalled.
No one could have imagined that the Wolf Sect's senior disciple, renowned for his finger techniques thirty years ago, and
the First Master of Buddhism, who had mastered all finger techniques ten years ago, were actually the same person.
The First Monk's expression shifted, but Yan Xueyi didn't notice his change. She tried to control
her body, which was slowly regaining its mobility, but unexpectedly, the First Monk, upon discovering her, suddenly went berserk, flipping her over, pressing down on her soft
, upturned buttocks, and frantically stirring her honeyed orifice with two fingers until juices flew everywhere.
Cries filled with lustful desire echoed uncontrollably in the room, waves of long-awaited hysterical climaxes
engulfing the room. After a vigorous thrusting session, the first monk regained his composure. He calmly looked at
the tender, white buttocks, now red from being squeezed and kneaded, and sighed, "A beautiful skeleton, what can one do on duty? All the obsessions in this world, the sacred
and the filthy, are but illusions, ultimately defeated by lust. It's pitiful that demons lurk within the flesh, lamentable yet irreversible."
Half an hour later, the first monk, carrying a sealed wooden box, walked through the winding corridors, his face full
of compassion, to a simple cell. Inside,
Xu Changyuan, his face contorted with bulging veins, was writhing in pain on the floor. Two bandit henchmen, drinking wine
, immediately rose and bowed to the first monk, then whispered, "Boss,
I've given him the medicine you ordered, and quite a large dose."
"Hmm, open the door."
The first monk nodded, carrying the box into the opened cell.
The disheveled Xu Changyuan, upon seeing someone enter, jumped to his feet without regard for who it was,
glaring angrily with bloodshot eyes: "You, what did you feed me! Huh?"
"Amitabha," the first monk chanted a Buddhist prayer before speaking, "General, you must
be in great pain. This old monk has come precisely to relieve your suffering."
"It's you, old monk! What have you done to Her Highness the Princess!" Xu Changyuan demanded first, then suddenly
his blood boiled. He lunged at the first monk, but the drug's effects had been lingering, leaving him somewhat dazed, and he missed.
He propped himself up again on the ground, roaring, "Ah, give me the antidote! The antidote!"
His white beard trembled in the air, Xu Changyuan's eyes were bloodshot, and his blood was boiling.
The first monk shook his head, signaling Xu Changyuan to be quiet: "General, please calm down. It's not poison, so there's no antidote
. What you just took was a Buddhist pill. The reaction you experienced was simply because the pill triggered
the demon within you. The demon struggled, and this manifested itself. Only by eliminating the demon can you be free."
"What nonsense are you spouting? You drugged me!" Although Xu Changyuan was somewhat confused, he wasn't stupid.
Judging from his reaction, he was clearly under the influence of an aphrodisiac. After
softly chanting a Buddhist prayer, the first monk's face showed sorrow: "General, don't deny it. Your inner demon is
the demon of desire. Look at your crotch; isn't it already erect? You are lusting after the beautiful princess, and your long-hidden lust
has clouded your judgment."
"Bullshit! I have never had any filthy thoughts about the princess. You clearly drugged me! Give me the antidote!
Let's have a fair fight, and I'll kill you!" Anxious, Xu Changyuan roared, somewhat losing his temper.
"Why do you always find other excuses to cover up the truth? General, if you don't exorcise this
demon, you might die a violent death." The first monk feigned concern, then
put down the wooden box in his hands, lifted the cloth on one side, and laughed, "This is a Buddhist artifact, containing the purest life force nurtured by heaven and earth. It
resembles a woman's vulva. I will use this to exorcise the demon for you, General. You can insert your penis into it to release the demonic energy."
After the cloth was removed, the box revealed a round hole the size of a bowl, exposing a plump, pink, and tender vulva
.
The two wet clitoriss were spread out in pink, glistening with lewd moisture, and the tender flesh squeezed out by the round hole was warm and white
as jade, soft as tofu.
Xu Changyuan stared at the beautiful vulva, somewhat lost in thought. The effects of the medicine, along with the surging blood, rushed to his head, completely taking over his
mind. His lower body, unused for many years, throbbed with pain as if it were about to explode. A voice in his mind kept telling him that
the thing in front of him could stop this painful burning sensation. He began to move forward step by step, recalling
the taste of his lover's flesh in his youth—a taste that was intoxicating, tender, and lingering.
Inside the box was Yan Xueyi, tightly bound together. She knelt at the bottom, her legs intertwined, and
ropes restrained her neck and back, rendering her completely immobile in the box that barely contained her.
Ever since she overheard Xu Changyuan's argument with the monk bandit leader, fear and unease had overwhelmed her, leaving her physically and mentally exhausted.
Not only did Xu Changyuan not recognize her, with only her private parts exposed, but she also couldn't refuse to give him the
antidote, given that he had been drugged.
The sorrowful Yan Xueyi knew that she couldn't escape Xu Changyuan's fucking today, but her body still trembled with tension
, even her thin clitoris quivered in resistance.
Cold sweat streamed down Yan Xueyi's forehead, slowly sliding down the moisture condensing in her tiny pores until it reached
her cleavage, then flowing down her full, taut breasts to her nipples. The approaching footsteps heightened Yan Xueyi's nerves.
Helplessly, she awaited the worst possible outcome, utterly powerless to even escape.
"Huff, huff..."
She could already hear Xu Changyuan's heavy breathing; the aphrodisiac had tormented him like a beast in heat.
Yan Xueyi closed her eyes. Suddenly, time seemed both endless and fleeting. She couldn't see, didn't know
when Xu Changyuan's penis would touch her, or when it would tear her genitals apart. As she waited,
her heart began to clench, feeling as if she were waiting for her father's penis.
"Ugh!"
Finally, the hot glans touched her labia. Yan Xueyi bit down on the wooden stick in her mouth, unable to suppress
a gasp. Her body trembled even more violently. The penis, inch by inch, pushed deeper, rubbing against her until she felt utterly broken
.
She should have resisted, but her vagina, already aroused by the First Monk,
was experiencing endless pleasure from the friction of the inner walls, a pleasure so intense it almost made her cry. Counting the days, her body, already defiled
, hadn't been touched by a man for half a month, creating an uncontrollable hunger.
The First Monk had been quietly standing outside the cell door, watching Xu Changyuan, his bestial nature awakened, lie prone
on the box.
He imagined the trembling beauty inside, her face showing weakness in fear, and
his penis throbbed, his blood rushing with excitement, making him want to drop his prayer beads and take
Xu Changyuan's place.
At this moment, Xu Changyuan's long-dormant penis was thicker than ever before, as if it had regained its youth. His eyes
were bloodshot, and he lay on the box like a tiger, his menacing weapon aimed at the round hole, the scarlet
glans already disappearing into Yan Xueyi's alluring, tender opening.
For the first time, her tight little hole welcomed the invasion of a loyal subject, and an exceptionally strong sensation surged through
Yan Xueyi's brain like lightning.
With a "whoosh," after Xu Changyuan's fierce thrust, Yan Xueyi's mind went blank, and she climaxed.
The drug-enhanced, enormous penis mercilessly penetrated Yan Xueyi's tender vagina, the glans
forcing its way through layers of vaginal flesh to reach her G-spot. The overwhelming, pleasurable sensation brought
Yan Xueyi, who had been teased for almost an hour, to a full-blown orgasm. Inside the wooden box, her toes curled into a ball, and she let out a
low moan. The walls of her vagina were being stimulated, squeezing the penis that enveloped her.
This pleasurable pressure further ignited Xu Changyuan's primal instincts, making him
thrust even more fiercely into her round opening.
After the orgasm, Yan Xueyi wasn't satisfied; instead, she felt an increasing itch deep within her vagina. The enormous penis, amplified by the drug...
Each powerful thrust of the penis temporarily relieved the itching sensation, but as it withdrew, an
unbearable emptiness and itch made her secretly anticipate the next insertion.
"No... I can't feel anything... um... uh... I won't... it won't feel good
... uh uh..."
The wooden box creaked and groaned as Xu Changyuan's strong knuckles dug into its edge, the impacts
making it increasingly unstable.
Yan Xueyi's head was pressed tightly against the wooden board by the relentless thrusts, her hair disheveled. Xu Changyuan,
seemingly tireless, continued his rapid and relentless thrusting for the duration of an incense stick burning.
Her delicate vulva was already frothing with white foam, the thick penis still rubbing rapidly against
every inch of her tender flesh from her labia to her clitoris, the glistening penis weaving in and out of Yan Xueyi's flower path, ravaging this vulnerable
place beyond recognition.
Yan Xueyi was already on the verge of losing consciousness. Aside from the zodiac-themed torture instruments in the Demonic Pagoda, she had never experienced such a
powerful, mechanical, relentless assault.
"Crack..."
The wooden box, shaken for a long time, finally succumbed to the pressure and was shattered by Xu Changyuan. Shards of wood grazed Yan Xueyi's
bare back, leaving several red marks.
"Woman...ah! Woman..."
Saliva dripped from Xu Changyuan's lips, a hint of life appearing in his previously beast-like state.
The sight of her naked, white body made his eyes gleam. He suddenly pounced on Yan Xueyi, his arms gripping her upper body, continuing to
thrust his enormous penis wildly, each stroke penetrating to the hilt, driving Yan Xueyi to the brink of ecstasy.
The First Monk, noticing Xu Changyuan's loss of control, rushed into the cell and used his internal energy to separate the two.
After pushing Xu Changyuan back into a corner, the First Monk bent down and untied Yan Xueyi's restraints, then fed
her a pill to restore her strength. Seeing Xu Changyuan about to pounce again, he immediately shouted, "General, look carefully
! Who is she?!"
Xu Changyuan paused slightly, glanced at Yan Xueyi, but made no comment, letting out a "howl" as he continued forward
.
The First Monk brushed the messy hair from Yan Xueyi's face, channeling his inner strength as he shouted again, "General,
this is Princess! Do you really intend to continue defiling her?"
Hearing this, Xu Changyuan shuddered, a sliver of clarity returning to his eyes.
"Princess... Princess..." he murmured, lowering his head as if recalling something. He looked at his own
large penis, then looked up at the naked Yan Xueyi, suddenly grabbing his hair and pulling back, screaming,
"Ah... no... you can't defiling her... ah..."
"You've already done this to her," the First Monk reprimanded sternly.
"Ah, it wasn't me...it can't be...no!"
Deep-seated loyalty suppressed the effects of the drug, and Xu Changyuan seemed to regain some of his senses, realizing he
had done something terrible.
Seeing that Xu Changyuan was no longer going mad, the First Monk pulled the slowly waking Yan Xueyi into his arms, standing behind her.
He slowly parted her labia, exposing the depths of her vulva to Xu Changyuan, and seduced him, "General
, your demonic nature hasn't been eradicated. These are all illusions. The princess is the princess in your heart, your inner demon, something you need, something you want
to enjoy, something you need to crush."
The soft, white flesh attracted Xu Changyuan's iron-hard penis. He ultimately couldn't resist the aphrodisiac,
and his eyes slowly reddened again.
Yan Xueyi slumped into the First Monk's robe, one of her white legs, gently lifted by him, her pink jade foot and
shapely calf hanging naturally, adding to her allure. As the first monk further exposed her moist lower body to the air
, Yan Xueyi opened her eyes uncomfortably, her body instinctively twisting.
The first monk stroked her raised, rounded thigh with one hand, while the other pushed her soft, smooth abdomen downwards
, once again probing two fingers into her peach garden entrance, the place of ecstasy.
The fingers, embedded in her flesh, stirred with a wet sound, and Yan Xueyi let out a soft "Mmm," writhing, her slender waist arching forward
.
The first monk's fingers seemed to possess a magical power, stirring up the gentlest, most intoxicating pleasure,
conquering the powerless Yan Xueyi without the slightest abruptness. With the rhythm of the first monk's hands, Yan Xueyi's body
swayed, her slender waist forming a circle, sweet moans escaping from her thin lips, causing the heavily
concealed penis behind her robes to press against her upturned buttocks.
"Hoo... Haa..."
Xu Changyuan approached, his heavy breathing rousing the entranced Yan Xueyi. Everything swaying before her eyes slowly
became clear.
"Ah!" The scream came as the First Monk had predicted.
Yan Xueyi plummeted from her blissful state back to harsh reality. Xu Changyuan, his eyes red, was walking towards her, swaying
unsteadily, clad only in tattered cloth, yet his aged body still possessed well-defined muscles. Yan Xueyi's gaze
immediately fell upon Xu Changyuan, inevitably meeting the erect, crimson member that stretched to his abdomen
. This instantly reminded her of when she was stuffed in the box; it was this very thing that had rendered her
unconscious.
The First Monk felt the rapid rise in temperature on Yan Xueyi's face and longed to immediately lean down and kiss
her burning ears and neck. But considering the ultimate plan, he suppressed the impulse, because
if he revealed any inconsistencies in his words and actions before shattering her ethical understanding, it would be difficult to instill his Buddhist principles in her again.
"What did you do to him? Why did he become like this... oh... um... ah..."
A sobbing and concerned question came from Yan Xueyi's mouth. The First Monk stirred his fingers at the right moment, turning
the question into a soft moan.
"Nothing much. General Xu just took a Buddhist pill, which triggered his inner demons." The First Monk
answered lightly.
"The same old excuse again." Yan Xueyi sneered inwardly. In fact, she had already guessed it when she was in the box. Now,
seeing the pain in Xu Changyuan's bewildered eyes and his abnormal genitals, he must have been given a very strong aphrodisiac.
And her experience with the Demon Buddha told her that this kind of aphrodisiac, if not released through the body of a man, would most likely be
fatal.
Thinking of this, a tear suddenly slid down Yan Xueyi's cheek.
She gazed at Xu Changyuan's weathered face, his gray beard, and his now lifeless eyes.
How much of this potent aphrodisiac would shorten this old man's lifespan after he satisfied his pent-up desires? He would eventually regain his senses,
and how would he face her then?
A trace of sorrow flashed through Yan Xueyi's heart, a sorrow even more poignant than the pain of being raped by her elders.
At this moment, the First Monk wiped away Yan Xueyi's tears with his hands, which were covered in her vaginal fluids, leaving even more
water stains on her face. He pinched Yan Xueyi's pretty cheek with satisfaction and asked, "Why are you crying? I heard you've
endured countless humiliations from your opponents, and now you're unwilling to reward those loyal to you with your body?"
"You bastard!" Yan Xueyi ignored the First Monk's teasing, only expressing
deep concern for Xu Changyuan's health. She shouted with all her might, "You'll kill him like this!"
The First Monk chuckled indifferently, his hand still tightly gripping one of Yan Xueyi's legs. He suddenly
found it quite amusing to speak to the princess like this.
Yan Xueyi now realized that her posture was extremely indecent; it was practically raising her leg to have sex with the monk from behind
. But no matter how much she struggled, she couldn't change anything and could only continue to endure the humiliation in this shameful position
.
"Amitabha, Your Highness, it's not that I want to kill the general, but he hasn't yet released his demonic
energy. If you don't have intercourse with him to exorcise the demon, you will truly kill him."
The first monk answered slowly, his free hand moving from Yan Xueyi's smooth neck to her chest
, his fingers slowly pressing down on her firm breasts until they became flat and round, before he began
to knead one of her full, white breasts. Yan Xueyi turned her face away in shame as a monk kneaded her sensitive breasts like dough
, but her breasts trembled uncontrollably.
"Is it comfortable? I'm warming up for the princess."
The first monk whispered in Yan Xueyi's ear, making her so angry she almost spat out blood. He was clearly just
toying with her body, yet he spoke as if he were instructing her to save all living beings. Yan Xueyi
gritted her teeth in hatred, mimicking Xiao Ruoyu. She had never imagined there could be such a shameless, lewd monk.
Xu Changyuan had already walked step by step towards the two of them. The First Monk pinched Yan Xueyi's nipple,
shaking her large breasts as if to greet her.
Yan Xueyi no longer cared about dealing with the First Monk's mischief. She grabbed Xu Changyuan's outstretched hand and urgently
called out, "General Xu..."
The soft, beautiful call stopped Xu Changyuan, who was about to pull Yan Xueyi close and ravage her. He suddenly seemed to see
something terrifying, staggering backward, using both hands and feet to retreat, shouting, "Princess! Ah! I have defiled
the princess! How could this happen! Ahhh!"
Xu Changyuan's pained expression pierced Yan Xueyi's heart, and she struggled violently.
The First Monk then released her, giving her buttocks a light slap. Yan Xueyi collapsed to the ground,
quickly crawling over to embrace Xu Changyuan, comforting him, "General Xu... General Xu... don't do this... it's not your fault
..."
Xu Changyuan's body trembled again upon touching Yan Xueyi's smooth skin; the woman's unique fragrance stimulated
his chaotic mind. He almost uncontrollably pressed Yan Xueyi down, grabbing her full, snowy breasts, drool flowing from his mouth
.
"Ah... I'm in so much pain... woman... woman!"
Yan Xueyi was pinned beneath him, letting Xu Changyuan lick her cheeks, ignoring the pain in her breasts from his grasp.
"General Xu!" Yan Xueyi cried out in pain, then her voice became weak: "If it can ease your pain
, do it..."
"It's the princess! Ah! Princess, you can't! I can't!"
Xu Changyuan, his thoughts in disarray, suddenly regained his senses, abruptly jumping away, kneeling on the straw mat, clutching his head and rolling
around. Yan Xueyi could already see the raised bloodstains on his skin.
"Amitabha, if General Xu doesn't expel his demonic energy soon, he'll die a violent death."
The First Monk chanted leisurely, casting Yan Xueyi into hell. She glanced at
the First Monk, who still wore a compassionate expression, then at the two drooling henchmen at the cell door.
"How could this be... Am I supposed to have sex with General Xu under their watchful eyes...?"
"But if I don't... General Xu will die..."
"Will General Xu feel guilty after he regains consciousness...? What should I do..."
Complex thoughts flashed through Yan Xueyi's mind, but time was of the essence; Xu Changyuan looked like his blood vessels were about to rupture.
"Never mind, save him first."
Looking at the suffering Xu Changyuan, Yan Xueyi gritted her teeth, cast aside all her reservations, and ran to Xu Changyuan's side, crouching down, clutching her breasts
. Although she had decided to have sex with him, he was, after all, an elder, and the shame was hard to shake off.
"General Xu... calm down... Xueyi will help you..."
After several stimulations, Xu Changyuan seemed to have sobered up a lot. He stopped rolling around and stared blankly
at Yan Xueyi. Yan Xueyi stared for a few moments, then resolutely gave up covering herself, pushed Xu Changyuan down, and straddled his
waist.
"No, Princess! You can't do this!"
Xu Changyuan suddenly shouted. The rush of blood made him weak, but he still tried his best to stop Yan Xueyi from
grabbing his penis with her small hands.
"Old Master Xu, I have always respected you. I won't let you die, so I must save you!" Yan Xueyi pressed her hand against
Xu Changyuan's chest and shook her head firmly. She grabbed the hot penis behind him and pressed it against her
buttocks.
A blush spread across Yan Xueyi's pretty face. She looked like a bride about to be married, or a virgin having her first time
.
"Your Highness, you mustn't!" Cloudy tears streamed from Xu Changyuan's eyes.
Yan Xueyi shook her head slightly, not daring to look Xu Changyuan in the eye. She bit her lower lip, controlling her waist to
raise her snowy buttocks, the thick glans sliding down her buttocks to between her labia. The silvery thread secreted by the glans still lingered on Yan
Xueyi's buttocks. She closed her eyes in shame, guiding Xu Changyuan's penis with her senses, then lowered her buttocks
, her jade-like orifice tightly engulfing the red snake.
"Pfft!"
Honey-like fluids splattered as her full labia enveloped the base of Xu Changyuan's penis, making the entire shaft feel like a burning worm
. The intense heat and pain were slightly relieved by the flow of her juices.
"Don't move, Your Highness, you can't do this!"
But the pleasure couldn't comfort Xu Changyuan. He tried to escape, but Yan Xueyi held him down firmly.
"It's alright... Old Xu..."
Yan Xueyi, tears welling in her eyes, clutched her chest, her kneeling legs straining as her body, still holding the penis, rose and
fell with difficulty.
Outside the cell, two henchmen stared wide-eyed at the naked beauty, her eyes
practically popping out of their sockets. Yan Xueyi's exquisite breasts, though covered by her arms, were actually quite prominent, creating a deep cleavage that was incredibly alluring
. Her curved waist, long, shapely legs, and firm, pert buttocks
were all fatally attractive to men.
Before long, Yan Xueyi began to moan. The immoral feeling of manipulating Xu Changyuan's penis was intensely arousing her
, and each friction of her inner walls made her tremble.
"No, I can't make this mistake again!"
Xu Changyuan roared, frantically trying to hold onto Yan Xueyi's slender waist, but she twisted and broke free like a snake.
Tears streamed down his face. "You are of noble birth, and I have done such a heinous thing. Only... only let me
..."
"Don't say it, Elder Xu, don't say it. This was all Xueyi's own choice..."
Seeing Xu Changyuan about to die, Yan Xueyi quickly interrupted him. She even disregarded her shame and boldly
wrapped her arms around Xu Changyuan's shoulders, inserting her tongue into his mouth.
"Mmm!"
Xu Changyuan's eyes widened, but no matter how he shook his head, he couldn't shake off Yan Xueyi's tight embrace. Her tender tongue
chased after his old tongue, gradually melting away his heart-wrenching self-reproach. At the same time, Yan Xueyi twisted her body even more vigorously
, her layers of alluring flesh tightly enveloping Xu Changyuan's large penis, sucking on its
magnificence with all her might.
Yan Xueyi had never served anyone so carefully and proactively before, and in front of Xu Changyuan, she
unleashed all her sense of indebtedness and reliance.
"Mmm...hum...um...um...mmm..."
Beautiful moans gradually became clearer, their two intertwined tongues inseparable, swallowing each other's saliva.
Xu Changyuan gradually fell into a relatively calm daze, the drug overwhelming him once again. He began to sit up and passionately
caress Yan Xueyi's body, tightly grasping her round and firm buttocks, helping her rise and fall.
"Truly a peerless beauty." The First Monk couldn't help but rub his penis under his robe. So far, he
hadn't actually fucked this beautiful body; merely observing and training it made him want to disregard everything and
take the plunge.
Xu Changyuan grew increasingly vigorous, as if the woman in his arms was no longer a princess, but a prostitute from a brothel. He opened
his dazed eyes, panting heavily, and after parting Yan Xueyi's lips, he lifted her hips with both hands, supporting her
slender waist, and unleashed a storm of frenzied thrusts, each stroke pounding into Yan Xueyi's soft core,
mercilessly pulling her lips in and out.
Half an incense stick later, Xu Changyuan roared, ejaculating thick streams of semen deep into Yan Xueyi's body.
His panting only lasted a few seconds; the First Monk didn't hear Yan Xueyi's sigh of relief. Even after ejaculating,
Xu Changyuan hadn't lost his fighting spirit; instead, he was even more thirsty, demanding more from the princess he had sworn to protect
, his penis still powerfully plundering. The aphrodisiac in the semen
spread through Yan Xueyi's vagina and was quickly absorbed by her, making her eyes glaze over. The two bodies, one old and one young, intertwined, their passion
growing more intense with each thrust.
"If you can't play with the princess, then go fuck the little witch."
The first monk, unable to resist the temptation, weighed his options and decided to leave. He turned to
the two guards outside the cell and said, "Come in. I've taught you Buddhist teachings before, so now you can
help the princess and General Xu exorcise her demonic nature as soon as possible."
The two henchmen, one in yellow and one in green, had been watching with gleaming eyes. Now that they had their chance, they scrambled to unbuckle their belts
and rushed to Yan Xueyi's side.
"Ah...oh...ah...oh...ah...ah ha...um...um oh...ah..."
At this moment, Yan Xueyi lay softly beneath Xu Changyuan's crotch, her round breasts swaying back and forth with each thrust of his penis
. Xu Changyuan relentlessly pounded into her, while the green-clad henchman seized the opportunity to grab Yan Xueyi's hand and make her grasp his own penis .
In her dazed state, Yan Xueyi didn't resist and even began to stroke it.
The two henchmen exchanged a knowing smile. If they hadn't seen Yan Xueyi's dignified and beautiful appearance when she was first captured, they might
have truly believed she was a wanton woman. In truth, Yan Xueyi was quite innocent. Three months ago, she was a
pure and carefree young girl. Who would have thought that the constant sexual abuse would so quickly make her body so sensitive, to
the point that now, when ravaged to the limit, she would forget herself and passively become a slut.
Seeing that Yan Xueyi had completely forgotten her situation after being fucked so hard, the First Monk finally
left, muttering "Good, good."
Without their boss's watchful eye, the green-clad henchman became much more unrestrained. He brazenly
kissed Yan Xueyi's moaning red lips, sucking on her smooth little tongue until it couldn't be withdrawn. In no time, Yan Xueyi's mouth was
a mess, glistening with saliva from the green-clad henchmen.
Xu Changyuan thrust faster and faster, and the green-clad henchman cleverly knelt down, taking advantage of Yan Xueyi's distraction as she screamed, and
inserted his long, thick penis into her cherry-like mouth.
The green-clad henchman didn't care whether Yan Xueyi's mouth could accommodate his penis; he thrust in and
out with pleasure. With Xu Changyuan's relentless assault, Yan Xueyi couldn't escape her mouth; it was
completely stuffed, and she let out painful groans.
"Don't fucking ruin her. We're lucky to have fucked someone like this in our lives," the yellow-clad henchman slapped
the green-clad henchman.
"Right, right, she's a delicate princess,"
the green-clad henchman nodded in self-reflection, then stopped thrusting and began pumping in and out of Yan Xueyi's mouth.
Each time the extremely long, thick penis penetrated to its deepest point, making Yan Xueyi want to cough but unable to, saliva constantly
dribbling from the corners of her mouth, emitting soft moans. Her slender body was thus
sandwiched between two men much taller than her, wantonly ravaging her, the entire cell filled with the "slap slap" sounds of flesh slapping and Yan Xueyi's
intermittent gasps and moans.
Yan Xueyi's delicate body gradually could not withstand their fierce onslaught, she was drenched in fragrant sweat, her face flushed,
her sweat gleaming lewdly in the candlelight.
The yellow-clad henchmen watching from the side could no longer resist the temptation, they gathered Yan Xueyi's loose hair and
licked her exposed, slender neck, tasting her delicate skin while reaching down to play with her pair of
firm breasts that were swaying wildly from being ravaged.
With the arrival of the third man, Yan Xueyi's exquisite body was completely obscured by the three men, and only
her moans of "uh-huh" could be heard in the cell. Soon, a pair of snow-white arms emerged, desperately wrapping around the green-clad henchman's
thick waist, five slender, delicate fingers gripping his back firmly.
"Ugh..."
With a long moan, Yan Xueyi climaxed under the onslaught of the three men.
Then, Yan Xueyi's arms fell limply to her sides, but the three men did not stop ravaging her limp flesh.
Only when the yellow-clad henchman temporarily withdrew did the utterly exhausted Yan Xueyi see the candlelight. Her
long hair was disheveled, a thin thread still clung to her lips and the green-clad henchman's penis, and her chin was covered in a white, cloudy
liquid—it was unclear whether it was saliva or male secretions.
The yellow-clad henchman seemed to have had enough of the performance in this position and, together with the green-clad henchman, turned Yan Xueyi over.
Even as Yan Xueyi lay prone on the ground, Xu Changyuan continued his relentless thrusting.
As time passed, Xu Changyuan learned to grasp her buttocks as they were being pounded. Yan Xueyi gasped for breath,
drool dripping onto the ground from Xu Changyuan's relentless thrusting. A closer look revealed that the drool between her kneeling legs
had soaked the straw mat beneath her.
Suddenly, a less dull glint appeared in Xu Changyuan's eyes. He grabbed Yan Xueyi's arms, pulling her towards him, forcing
her to lift her upper body, and began his final thrusts.
Having just climaxed, Yan Xueyi was aroused again by his frantic thrusting
, moaning softly, her slender waist twisting instinctively.
Xu Changyuan thrust wildly for over twenty times, then suddenly roared, pressing Yan Xueyi back to the ground. He knelt
on her back, his hips pumping, his powerful penis pressing against her cervix, ejaculating a torrent of semen.
"Ah...it's...it's broken inside...ahhh...no...ah..."
Yan Xueyi trembled all over as she was drenched in scalding semen. The remaining aphrodisiac in Xu Changyuan
's body had all been ejaculated into her.
"Looks so exciting."
The yellow-clad henchman admired Yan Xueyi's frenzied orgasm and was just praising her when the green-clad henchman pounced
on her with lightning speed, replacing the unconscious Xu Changyuan.
At this moment, Yan Xueyi had no strength at all and could only let the green-clad henchman turn her over,
spread her fair legs, and hoist them onto his shoulders.
"Wow, you're so fast, your lightness skill is so good, does the boss know?"
The yellow-clad henchman complained in surprise, while the green-clad henchman swayed his body triumphantly and then
rubbed his ugly glans against Yan Xueyi's vaginal opening.
"Hehe, first come, first served. I'll try out the princess's taste and tell you later, haha."
Yan Xueyi had already been thoroughly aroused by Xu Changyuan, and now she couldn't help but accept the green-clad henchman's teasing.
Moreover, the green-clad henchman even had one hand free to find Yan Xueyi's clitoris and caress it. "
Ah...who...please...don't...torture me like this...um...um ah...give it to me
...um..."
Under the green-clad henchman's teasing, Yan Xueyi's voice trembled, and her words became distorted. She swung her long legs, and a pair of
cute pink feet landed, her delicate toes sometimes curling and sometimes spreading on the green-clad henchman's chest.
The green-clad henchman lowered his head and licked Yan Xueyi's toenails, mocking, "Haha! Princess, how can you be so horny?
Want it? If you do, make me your consort, haha."
Yan Xueyi, already overwhelmed by pleasure, answered without hesitation, "You're my consort... ah
... dear husband... give it to me..."
Before Yan Xueyi could finish speaking, the green-clad henchman's penis had already penetrated her tight little hole. Her
little hole, already opened up by Xu Changyuan, could enter relatively easily, but the green-clad henchman's penis was very long. With a forceful thrust, he
reached Yan Xueyi's clitoris, leaving a small section outside.
"Ah... um... no more... too... too deep..." Yan Xueyi struggled uncontrollably.
"You slut, how can I satisfy you without giving it my all!"
The green-clad henchman ignored Yan Xueyi's pleas, and with another forceful thrust, his penis slid all the way into Yan Xueyi's little hole,
viciously piercing her clitoris.
"Ah!"
Yan Xueyi's thin eyebrows almost stood on end. She gripped the ground tightly, her face contorted in pain
.
The green-clad henchman, however, paid no heed, quickly beginning his thrusting. He lifted Yan Xueyi's tender buttocks, his hips
moving rapidly. The green-clad henchman's thick pubic hair rubbed against Yan Xueyi's bare vulva. He spat
and laughed, "See? I told you all white tigers are sluts, even the princess is no exception."
"Tch," the yellow-clad henchman scoffed, "That doesn't prove anything. That old man took Six Imperial Fragrances; his
semen already contained an inexhaustible supply of aphrodisiacs. This girl must have absorbed it all, that's why she's so wanton."
"Never mind, from today onwards, I'll fuck her until she's a slut forever." The green-clad henchman slapped
Yan Xueyi's nipple, eliciting a soft moan.
Endless pleasure overwhelmed Yan Xueyi's consciousness, as if she had returned to the dark, sunless days of the Demonic Pagoda,
almost completely succumbing to lust.
"Haha, yes, our mountain stronghold has a sex slave princess, a truly legendary tale."
"Come on, let me give you a good start, show me my newly learned technique that drives women crazy."
The green-clad henchman patted Yan Xueyi's belly boastfully, gesturing for his yellow-clad companion to look here, then first...
The penis was pulled out to the vaginal opening, then thrust in again with a theatrical motion, each heavy impact sending Yan
Xueyi trembling wildly.
After dozens of thrusts, the green-clad henchman changed to deep penetration followed by swaying his hips from side to side,
alternating between these movements, playing with Yan Xueyi's tender vagina in various ways. Before long, Yan Xueyi was being fucked so hard by his methods that she
kept uttering lewd words: "Ah...uh...good prince consort...you're going to fuck Xueyi to death...ah ah...uh
...ah...husband...ah...too deep..."
"Haha, look, she hasn't forgotten that I'm the prince consort!"
The green-clad henchman became even more smug, and after a few thrusts, he actually stood up while holding Yan Xueyi. While licking Yan Xueyi
's breasts, he said indistinctly, "So, Your Highness, your name is Xueyi, what a seductive name. Let's
try a deeper position."
Yan Xueyi wrapped her arms around his neck, her legs around his thick waist, her petite body supported by him, and the green-clad henchman
began to move.
"Hehe, Princess Xueyi, this name suits your lowly body perfectly, making men want to fuck you the moment they hear it
." The yellow-clad henchman took advantage of the moment to strip naked and came over to grope Yan Xueyi, touching her all over.
"Ah...this...it's going to go through...oh oh um ah...it's so deep...ah...um ha...
I can't take it...I'm going to die...ah ah ah ah..."
The green-clad henchman thrust like this dozens of times, and with each fall, the weight of her body caused Yan Xueyi's body to slam heavily
against the green-clad henchman's crotch, his thick, long penis penetrating deeper than ever before. Under the continuous penetration, Yan Xueyi was fucked so hard that she
cried out in pain, without even the strength to beg for mercy.
"Ah ah ah..." With Yan Xueyi's soft cry, her whole body began to tremble, and a light-colored liquid flowed
down the green-clad henchman's leg.
"Wow, she peed! Haha, I fucked her until she lost control of her bladder!"
The green-clad henchman said, placing Yan Xueyi on the straw mat on the ground. He pulled out half of his penis, leaving space for the yellow-clad
henchman to come closer and see the pale yellow liquid still dripping between her legs.
"She's incredibly lewd, a real stunner," the yellow-clad henchman exclaimed.
"Of course! I can't hold back anymore, let's do it again!"
the green-clad henchman shouted, hoisting Yan Xueyi's limp legs up, no longer caring about any fancy moves. He
squeezed her full, perky breasts with both hands, thrusting nearly a hundred times with all his might, then thrust his penis deep
into Yan Xueyi's uterus, generously ejaculating large amounts of semen. Finally, he pulled out his penis and sprayed it twice on her face, covering
her face, eyelashes, and hair with white semen.
Seeing that the green-clad henchmen had finished, the yellow-clad man couldn't wait to climb onto Yan Xueyi and lewdly said, "Alright, baby,
it's time to change to a different prince consort. Let's have some fun."

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