Little Dragon Girl's Love and Torture Hell Volume 1

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Chapter 1

Is this Hell? Is this the legendary Hell where one can pass through trials and make wishes?

Looking at the red-carpeted platform in the distance, Xiao Long felt it was more like a martial arts arena than a prison.

However, his conversation with the immortal earlier didn't seem fake.

Just a short while ago, Xiao Long, whose soul had returned to the Bridge of Helplessness, saw Yang Guo waiting for him there. The two met again before the Bridge of Helplessness, neither the aged hero nor the still-beautiful woman.

They had both returned to their most beautiful years.

Yang Guo appeared to be around twenty years old, his severed left arm fully restored.

There was no Xuan Tie sword on his back, no flying bird beside him, but Xiao Long still recognized him at a glance, recognized his infatuated eyes.

It was a scene reminiscent of the two wandering arm in arm after the Battle of Xiangcheng.

Looking at the beautiful woman before him, Yang Guo couldn't help but sigh at how precious this meeting before the Bridge of Helplessness was. Xiao Long now seemed to be in her prime, yet also resembled the Xiao Long of their first meeting.

That year was Xiaolong's coming-of-age ceremony, but she was no longer that mischievous child, no longer the "aunt" who looked up at her with slight admiration.

"Long'er, I've been waiting for you for so long!"

With a soft call, Yang Guo gently stroked the beautiful woman's cheek with his right hand. It was as if he would cherish this moment as if he would lose it if he looked at her for too long.

Xiao Long lowered his head, his words tinged with bitterness, and said somewhat tactfully, "Guo'er, I... I didn't hesitate, but this journey has been so long, so very long! I've walked for so long to get here." Yang Guo smiled slightly, light seemingly blooming on his face, illuminating the desolation before the Bridge of Helplessness. He shook his head and said, "Long'er, the road to the Yellow Springs is lonely. Even if we die together, it's difficult to pass through. Besides, my wait hasn't been arduous. There are always people passing by along the way—ordinary little people, great heroes, and even emperors! Just now, I fought with the Golden Wheel Monk again!" Upon hearing this name, Xiao Long tensed up and exclaimed, "What? The Golden Wheel Monk? Wasn't he long dead?"

Yang Guo nodded. Without rebuttal, he explained, "This Si Xuanmiao, the Golden Wheel Monk, lingered in the mortal world and refused to reincarnate. He traveled the long road to the Yellow Springs for decades to reach this place. However, after asking Granny Meng and learning that neither Xiang'er nor I had been here, he waited for us here." Xiao Long, hearing this, couldn't help but ask, "Ah? And then?"

Yang Guo pondered for a moment and said, "Hehe, he told me he had three great regrets in his life. The first regret was not being able to take Xiang'er as his disciple, and not being able to pass on his bowl. The second regret was being defeated by me outside Xiangcheng, losing unwillingly, and dying unjustly. Hehe, so he's waiting for me here, wanting to have another match with me, and waiting for Xiang'er to ask her why she never wanted to become his disciple." Yang Guo stopped there.

Xiao Long, however, was intrigued and pressed on, "And the third regret?" Yang Guo, not expecting Xiao Long to press on, shook his head and said, "Just some trivial matter, let's not talk about it. But I've finally settled one matter for him." Xiao Long looked Yang Guo up and down, asking with some concern, "What was it? Was it the duel? Guo'er, you're only around twenty now, your power must have greatly diminished, and without the Iron Sword, did you lose?"

"We did indeed fight again, but my power didn't diminish greatly. On the contrary, my power reached its peak. Plus, my left arm was intact, and with my left hand and right hand wielding the sword, along with countless variations, I defeated the Golden Wheel Monk with little effort. As for the Xuan Tie Heavy Sword, Long'er, look!" Yang Guo finished speaking, his eyes narrowed, and a dark light flashed in his right hand. The Xuan Tie Heavy Sword, which had been integrated into the Dragon-Slaying Saber, was easily grasped in his hand.

“Long’er, this is the mystery of the Si. In this place, nothing is impossible. As long as you have ever touched this thing, as long as you concentrate your mind, it can appear in your palm, and it will be exactly the same as the real thing.” Xiao Long was relieved to hear this, but he also found it miraculous, thinking of the pair of swords he once possessed. In a short while, the Gentleman's Sword and the Virtuous Sword appeared in Xiao Long’s left and right hands respectively.

At this moment, Xiao Long raised his peerless face and looked at his lover with admiration. It seemed that as long as he was with her, even hell would be a paradise.

But at this moment, a call broke the beautiful atmosphere between the two.

“Long Gu, Long Gu!”

Two consecutive calls, which could be heard coming from a young man.

Xiao Long turned around and saw a young Taoist priest, holding a whisk and carrying a long sword on his back, looking very dignified. His beardless face was fair and upright, but from his affectionate eyes, one could tell that he was not a detached monk.

"Yin Zhiping!"

A furious shout came from Yang Guo's mouth behind Xiaolong.

The mention of that name pierced Xiaolong's heart, as if the loss of her virginity had returned—a lifelong regret, and the reason she felt such immense guilt towards Yang Guo.

But back then, Yin Zhiping had died on Zhongnan Mountain, and Yang Guo had continued his unwavering devotion. His single-minded devotion, like choosing only one from among many, had gradually made Xiaolong forget everything.

However, the appearance of Yin Zhiping now brought back those already blurred memories and fading pain, surging into her heart once more.

And then, an even more irritating voice appeared.

"Haha, Yin Zhiping, don't be foolish. I've accompanied you through countless mortal lives, watching these two live happily ever after, while you secretly spied on them for decades. Did they ever mention you even once? Don't think you can atone for your debt by sacrificing your life. But, I do envy you, after all, you stole the virginity pill of the most beautiful woman in the world. Not only me, but also Gongsun Zhi and that Golden Wheel Monk, didn't they?" The speaker was dressed the same as Yin Zhiping, the only difference being that Yin Zhiping was fair-skinned and beardless, while this man had a yellow face with three tufts of goatee.

"Zhao Zhijing!"

Yang Guo's voice was filled with hatred, the sound from his teeth like the drawing of a sword.

Xiaolong clearly sensed the sudden surge of true energy from the person behind her, as if he wanted to fight these two to the death. Of course, she had no right to stop her people, nor did she intend to. What she wanted was simply to deal with her resentment herself.

With a swift movement, Xiaolong, clad in white, moved with an ethereal grace, her two longswords, like dragons emerging from an abyss, charging towards the two men with unstoppable force.

Seeing Xiaolong attack without a word, Yin Zhiping dared not be careless. Though he had no intention of killing Xiaolong, he certainly had no desire to die by her sword.

"Clang! Clang!"

Two short, swift sounds of swords being drawn rang out. Yin and Zhao, abandoning defense, launched a counterattack. Everyone in the department was at their peak, and naturally, they couldn't allow Xiaolong, who was superior to them, to gain the upper hand.

However, with Yang Guo watching them intently from the side, even their attacks were hesitant and timid.

In just a few short moves, Yin Zhiping and Zhao Zhijing both perished under Xiaolong's swords.

Seeing the two figures vanish without a trace, Xiaolong returned to Yang Guo's side and asked, "Guo'er, have their souls been scattered? Can they not be reincarnated?" Yang Guo shook his head and said, "It's not easy to make someone's soul scatter. However, they can't bother us anymore." As he spoke, Yang Guo pointed to the thatched hut near the Naihe Bridge not far away and said, "After we say goodbye, Granny Meng in that hut will give each of us a bowl of Meng Po soup. After we drink it, officials will take us to be reincarnated as humans." "Long'er, our time together is only for this moment. In our next life, we will be in different places, never to meet again, even if we do meet, we will have forgotten each other. Long'er..." As Yang Guo said this, tears welled up in his starry eyes, filled with reluctance.

Hearing this, Xiaolong was already in tears, her face filled with sorrow. She shook her head and said, "No, I don't want to! How can this be? I don't want to be reincarnated. Wouldn't it be better if we built a hut here before the Bridge of Helplessness and stayed together? I don't want to be reincarnated, and I don't want to be separated from you, Guo'er. I don't want to..." Xiaolong cried miserably, and Yang Guo was also heartbroken. However, the world has its own laws, and neither of them were Great Immortals, so they naturally had no power to change them.

"Xiaolong, don't be foolish. If we linger here, the officials will become impatient and come to drive us away. At that time, we might have to reincarnate as animals several times before we can be reborn as humans again. I just spoke to the officials because I was afraid that you wouldn't be able to see me and wouldn't be able to be reincarnated, which would cause trouble. That's why I asked them to allow me to wait for you here. I'm afraid there aren't many left in the world." "But, Guo'er, I really don't want to. Is there no other way?" Yang Guo shook his head and didn't answer.

Just then, a golden light descended from the sky, completely enveloping the two of them. A righteous and awe-inspiring voice reached their ears.

"What is love in this world, that it makes people willing to die for each other?

Like a pair of lovers flying south and north, their old wings have weathered countless winters and summers.

Joy, sorrow, and among them, the foolish.

You should have words to say, across ten thousand miles of layered clouds, a thousand mountains covered in evening snow, to whom does the lone shadow turn?" This half-stanza by Yuan Haowen perfectly captures the journey of you two, truly enviable. But the lines "A lonely ghost before the Bridge of Helplessness, lovers' tears falling under the Meng Po soup," heh, they are heartbreaking to read. Yang Guo and Xiao Long turned to look for the source of the voice, but found nothing, so they listened as the voice continued.

"‘How many threads does the lotus heart have? The lotus heart knows for whom it suffers.

Two flowers gaze tenderly at each other, just like children from an old family.

Heaven has already granted it! Why not let them grow old together, like mandarin ducks on the shore?

The evening is silent. Even if Xie Lingyun is in the smoke, or Xiangfei is on the river, it is not the place of heartbreak.

The dream of the fragrant box is good, in the auspicious Lingzhi, in the human world, looking up and down through the ages. Even if the sea dries up and the rocks crumble,

the love will remain, the deep resentment will not be buried in the yellow earth.

The acacia tree, year after year, is once again misled by the west wind.

The orchid boat stays a little longer. I'm afraid to come back with wine, the red petals half fallen, lying scattered in the wind and rain.’ I think Yuan Haowen's poem is more suitable for your current situation. No matter how strong mortals are, they are nothing but weeds in our eyes. Your infatuation remains unchanged, can you withstand the test of time? If you don't want your souls to be scattered, reincarnate as soon as possible!” Yang Guo was about to raise his hands and clasp his fists when he heard the jade woman beside him say, “No, Great Immortal, your magic power is profound.” "There is a way to keep us together forever. Please, Immortal, grant us our devoted love." Hearing Xiaolong's tearful plea, the golden light seemed to chuckle faintly, then said, "Everything has its cause and effect. Xiaolong, your beauty, envied even by celestial beings, is the cause; enduring countless trials and tribulations to finally be with your lover is the effect. Being born a mortal and unable to reincarnate is the cause; parting with tears at the Bridge of Helplessness is the effect. Foolish child, I have considered your request and will give you a chance. But the cause of this desperate plea will eventually bring its own consequences, and you can't blame anyone else." Yang Guo felt uneasy upon hearing the immortal's words, but before he could warn the naive Xiaolong, he froze, his vision went black, and he collapsed like a golden pillar.

Xiaolong, being no ordinary person, pulled him tightly into her arms, embracing the closed-eyed Yang Guo. When he saw Yang Guo's face as pale as paper, his whole body shrouded in a misty, dreamlike state, he realized just how dire the situation was.

"Immortal, I'm willing! Immortal, I'm willing! I'm willing to give everything, willing to endure any trial! Please save Guo'er first, don't let his soul be scattered! I beg you, Immortal!" Another flash of golden light appeared, and Yang Guo's body was no longer stiff. His eyes slowly opened, but he seemed to have no strength. He appeared to be slowly recovering.

"Don't worry, I will take care of your people. Come with me now!" It was still that righteous golden light, but unlike the coldness of the surroundings before, after the golden light disappeared, Xiaolong found himself in a warm place.

This warmth was something Xiaolong hadn't felt since he died for Yang Guo. Thinking of Yang Guo who had just collapsed, Xiaolong seemed to recall their last embrace.

(Guo'er suffered so much for me, enduring so many injuries. Although the Heartbreak Grass cured the Love Flower poison, it also severely damaged his body, leading to his passing before me. I cannot let Guo'er leave me again. No matter what lies ahead, I must go. As long as I pass the test, Guo'er and I can be together forever.

"Little Dragon, do you know where this is?"

"I do not know, please enlighten me, Immortal.")

"This place is located in hell, and is called 'Prison'! It has that name. By now, Aunt Long should know what this place is like, right?" (Prison? Good heavens, aren't immortals supposed to be detached and celibate? Aren't they supposed to be benevolent and charitable?)

Jin Guang, seeing that Xiao Long remained silent, chuckled softly and said, "Aunt Long, once you step through this gate, you'll enter Prison. If you regret it, I can send you back to the Bridge of Helplessness, where you and Yang Guo can reincarnate together!" "No! Immortal, you misunderstand. I have no regrets. I must pass the test, but I don't know what kind of test you're referring to!" "Hehe, what a fool you are! You truly live up to your name! Since this place is Prison, it is naturally a test!" (Could it be that the immortal wants to be with me? But… for Yang Guo's sake, I can only do this, right? Besides, the immortal must be a sage, he wouldn't embarrass me!)

"Hehe, Aunt Long must think I'm one of the trial participants in the prison! Not so, not so. Trial participants are born from those who attempt to pass the test. Men are revered in the prison, and during this time, they can transform at will. Even if Aunt Long possessed the power of Dugu Qiubai, she wouldn't be able to resist in this land! The prison's trials vary from person to person, but generally boil down to one word: 'trial'!" "Aunt Long, the person you will face will appear after you enter the prison. And I must explain your test to you clearly!" "Please speak, Immortal!" "Alright, Aunt Long, listen carefully. Within this prison, there isn't just one trial participant, and in the end, it might not even be just one! And what they will inflict upon you will ultimately be immense pain, even mutilation of your body. I..." "I will help you recover, so you don't need to worry. However, I don't know if your heart can remain clear!" "Immortal, rest assured, no matter what lies ahead, my heart will only have Yang Guo. Even if my soul is scattered, this thought will never change." "Good! Long Gu, remember this: you must always have only Yang Guo in your heart, no matter what you face. You cannot refuse. You can refrain from engaging in frivolous relationships with men, but you must not become so immersed that you forget Yang Guo. Your heart must be as clear as jade, without any frivolous thoughts. However, if you refuse to submit to anyone, you will fail! Conversely, if your heart and actions are both frivolous, then I can only say that you will surely fall here, never to rise again! Do you understand?"

"I understand!"

"Also, from the moment the trial begins in this purgatory, judges will appear around you. They may be hidden in the darkness, or they may reveal themselves. Regardless of what they say, you must do as I just said. If you manage to leave the purgatory, golden light will escort you back to the Bridge of Helplessness to reunite with Yang Guo." "Yes, please open this gate, Great Immortal!"

Chapter 2

After the vermilion gate opened, the golden light surrounding Xiaolong disappeared completely. The

warmth remained unchanged. On the arena, there was no one, but Xiaolong knew that the enormous arena was where he was to undergo his trial.

Xiaolong turned her head and looked around, but still saw no one. Remembering she would eventually have to face it, she lightly leaped onto the platform. When she turned around, she was startled; in an instant, people were already standing below.

(Could they all be judges? But how can there be so many people? This…this is so embarrassing! But the immortal has forbidden me from refusing to befriend others. This…how is this possible? So many people! Heavens, who are these people?)

After calming down a bit, Xiaolong looked down and discovered that many people were not shrouded in darkness. These people were incredibly diverse. There were soldiers in Song Dynasty uniforms, Mongol generals in armor, Taoist priests in robes, and dirty beggars in tattered clothes. Besides these, there were ordinary people, such as farmers carrying hoes and woodcutters with axes. Among the fishermen holding fishing rods were not only adults, but also the elderly and children. What surprised Xiaolong most was the presence of a bald monk and a Tibetan monk in a red robe and yellow hat.

Xiaolong was extremely embarrassed and was about to jump off the platform. However, just as she used her lightness skill to leap off, she was pushed back by a long and irresistible force, as if there was an invisible wall of energy along the edge of the platform.

Xiaolong knew she couldn't escape this, and saving Yang Guo was the most important thing, so she stopped struggling and stood quietly on the platform, waiting for the prisoners to test her.

"Aunt Long!"

A calm yet urgent call sent a chill down Xiaolong's spine.

When Xiaolong turned around, she saw Yin Zhiping, who had already died twice.

"How is it you? Aren't you...?"

"Soul scattered, is that it?"

Yin Zhiping grinned awkwardly at Xiaolong's surprised expression and embarrassed demeanor, continuing, "Mortals who fall into the underworld are all ghosts. Making someone's soul scatter is no easy feat. Aunt Long, I never imagined you would willingly fall into such a state, entering prison, just to enjoy the pleasures of men forever." Xiaolong's face flushed with anger as she protested, "Who said I did it for the pleasures of men? I did it for Guo'er! As long as I can be with Guo'er forever, I'm willing to endure any pain." "Haha! Guo'er? Yang Guo? If you did it for Yang Guo, for..." "What? You want to choose me to take your virginity? Dragon Maiden, you must know that in this prison you not only returned to your youthful eighteen, but also to your virginity, right?" Little Dragon was startled by Yin Zhiping's words. She then lifted the sleeve of her right arm, revealing the sacred mark that had haunted her dreams, imprinted on her jade-like arm. However, this time, the crimson mark seemed to mock her.

Little Dragon lowered her head, tears welling in her eyes. Just as she was about to cry, a calm voice entered her ears.

"Foolish Little Dragon, if you are unwilling, I will send you away to meet Yang Guo, and after your reunion, quickly reincarnate. If you wish to continue the challenge, you must use your wanton nature to seduce the Yin Zhiping who deceived you." "No! No!" Little Dragon cried out hoarsely!

But after she finished speaking, the distant voice disappeared, and even Little Dragon herself didn't know what she had refused!

"Dragon Maiden? What's wrong? You're unwilling? Then I'll leave. You're going to lose this trial!" Little Dragon turned her head to the side, quickly wiping away the tears from the corners of her eyes with her sleeve. When she looked directly at Yin Zhiping, she spoke softly, "Yin Zhiping, since you are the master of my trial, I will naturally let you do as you please. I just hope you hurry up and stop playing games with me!" "Hmph, you're still thinking about that Yang Guo, aren't you? What good will thinking about him do? You lost to me in the past, and you will suffer the same humiliation in the present. Who said you can have me just because I have you? Little Dragon, don't you pride yourself on being as pure as a lotus? Don't you claim to be the most beautiful woman in the world? I'll let you suffer here..." On the stage, she danced, hehe—dance! "What? How could that be? Do as you please? I…" "Then I won't. I want you to beg me. If you can't beg, then dance! Let the audience see the ugly side of their fairy!" "No! No!" Xiaolong shook her head and immediately knelt on the ground, saying, "Yin Zhiping, Master Yin, please give me my child! I am willing to offer my virginity to Master Yin. Please don't despise me, please don't refuse me." Hearing Xiaolong say such things, Yin Zhiping no longer intended to make things difficult for her. His ferocious smile held an indescribable pleasure.

"Pure and innocent? Haha? What good is your hatred? The hatred of your past life will be borne again in this life!" Yin Zhiping's power had increased dramatically for some reason. Although they were still a few feet apart, he moved as fast as an arrow.

Xiaolong didn't even have a chance to react. There was a "ripping" sound of cloth tearing, and then Xiaolong felt a lightness in front of her. Her originally snow-white shirt was torn open in an instant, revealing her equally snow-white bodice.

"Ah!"

Xiaolong cried out and tried to back away, but before she could take a step, a large hand grabbed her from behind, while the other hand wantonly played with Xiaolong's breasts through the silk bodice.

"Hehe, Aunt Long's jade pieces are still as pristine as they were back then. Though not very large, they're quite exquisite. But I wonder if your private parts are still as pink and white as they were back then?" Little Long felt a surge of shame. If it weren't for Yang Guo, she would probably rather commit suicide than endure such torment.

Feeling the hand on her head begin to tug at her already tattered robe, she helplessly clutched the half-ripped fabric at her shoulder. But how could she, a single person, defy the rules of this prison?

She saw Yin Zhiping's... With a swift movement, the only remaining tattered garment was torn to shreds and scattered across the ground.

Fortunately, Xiaolong quickly covered his shoulders with both hands, preventing himself from being completely exposed. But Yin Zhiping was no saint; taking advantage of Xiaolong's attempt to clutch his shoulders, he slammed his hands down, followed by an even stronger tear.

With another "ripping" sound, the undergarment beneath Xiaolong's long robe was also ripped to shreds by Yin Zhiping. At this moment, Xiaolong was left wearing only a small white bodice and a thin, almost translucent undergarment hanging from his thighs.

"Wow! So beautiful, so incredibly beautiful!"

a monk exclaimed, gazing longingly.

A ragged, foul-smelling man also drooled and exclaimed, "Truly the most beautiful woman in the world! Much more beautiful than Huang Rong back then!" Upon hearing the beggar's words, the monk scoffed and asked, "What nonsense are you spouting? Have you ever seen Huang Rong?" Seeing the monk's expression, the beggar knew he didn't believe him and said, "Of course I've seen her! She's right here in this prison. I've not only seen her, I've even slept with her!" The monk was furious upon hearing this and questioned, "What? You call yourself a member of the Beggars' Sect, yet you dare to talk about your own leader?" The beggar waved his hand and said, "Don't pretend to be innocent here. As long as this Little Dragon stays in prison, you and I can do whatever we want. Hehe, as for Leader Huang, she's nothing but a bitch. I've not only slept with her three times, but also..." "He's spit in her scrotum, even shitted into her mouth!" Upon hearing this, the monk's face contorted with rage, not from anger, but from a hidden anticipation.

The two continued to push their way to the front of the stage as they spoke.

The beggar finally reached the bottom and said to the monk, "We can't get up now, so I'm going to masturbate. I'll throw mine up there, maybe it'll hit Xiaolong's face? Hehe, do you want to try?" The monk didn't speak, but immediately got up, took off his robe, and began rapidly masturbating towards the two on the stage.

Xiaolong was puzzled as to why she could clearly hear the voices below the stage amidst such noise and tension. She instinctively turned around and saw many people below had already placed their bets and were masturbating towards her with their various objects.

"Haha! Aunt Long, you heard it too. I'm in charge here. If you serve me well, I'll throw you down and let them play with you!" Yin Zhiping knew Xiaolong was naturally chaste; threatening her with this would surely yield huge rewards.

"No! No! Master Yin, please have mercy! I promise to serve you well. Please don't throw me down. No, I don't want to! I only want Master Yin to want to use me!" "Haha! Alright, then take off your bodice and undergarments, and kneel down!" Little Dragon, knowing she couldn't escape this fate, didn't struggle. Her cheeks flushed with embarrassment, she took off her bodice and casually threw it on the ground. Then, bending her legs, she took off her undergarments as well.

Yin Zhiping looked at the pair of beautiful jade-like legs that jumped out of the bodice and unconsciously reached out to play with them. Little Dragon's body only trembled slightly, and she didn't struggle, continuing to play with her undergarments.

When her snow-white legs were fully spread, the few strands of hair between them seemed to be blown by the faint breeze. Yin Zhiping couldn't help but feel overjoyed and laughed heartily. When Little Dragon knelt down shyly, Yin Zhiping felt that even if he were to exchange it for the emperor, he would never want to.

After being defiled by Yin Zhiping, Xiaolong stayed with Yang Guo for life and naturally never had contact with other men. Although Yang Guo doted on her, he respected her like a celestial being and would never allow his beloved to perform such a thing as playing the flute on her. Xiaolong, of course, had no idea what was about to happen to her.

"Wow! Xiaolong is going to play the flute for Master Yin!"

"Alas, I never thought that Xiaolong, so pure and beautiful, would have this day." The sound of playing the flute entered Xiaolong's ears for the first time. Although she had never experienced it, she could imagine it. Isn't a man's penis just like a flute? Thinking of this, she seemed to be tempted by Yin Zhiping. However, she thought that if she could quell Yin Zhiping's desires, she might be able to preserve her virginity and stay with Yang Guo, which would be a form of repayment.

Ignoring the surrounding whispers and looking elsewhere, Yin Zhiping simply gazed down at the bowed head of the little dragon. With a burst of wild laughter, he spread his arms, his Taoist robe flying like dust from his sleeve. His

enormous member, however, was already erect, awaiting the little dragon's service.

"Back when I stole your 'red pill' after Zhongnan Mountain, I longed for you to play the flute for me, but the time was not right, leaving me with a lifelong regret. Now it's your turn to repay me. Play the flute! Pure and innocent Dragon Maiden!" Hearing Yin Zhiping's words, the little dragon slowly extended her lips towards his massive member. However, once her rosy lips gently touched Yin Zhiping's head, she stopped moving.

The crowd below the stage grew anxious, shouting, "Blow! Blow!" Yin Zhiping, his long eyebrows raised in anger, asked, "Don't you want to pass?" Xiaolong looked up blankly and said, "I tried to blow, but I couldn't. The hole is too small. If I use my inner energy, I'm afraid I'll hurt the Taoist priest." Hearing this, Yin Zhiping's mind raced. He asked, "Have you never used your mouth to serve a man? Didn't Yang Guo ask you to blow for him?" Xiaolong slowly shook his head. "This...no!" Upon hearing this, Yin Zhiping's anger vanished. He then addressed the crowd below the stage... A man said, "Listen up, everyone! Long Gu has never served a man with her mouth before. Today, I will not only break her virginity, but also take her virgin mouth!" The crowd below gasped, then shouted, "And the back door! Daoist, there's the back door too!" Yin Zhiping, smug, announced loudly, "Of course, of course, all three open! All three open! Everyone, wait and see the show!" Xiao Long was completely unaware that her ordeal was far from over, and that what awaited her was not as simple as playing the flute. Moreover, Yin Zhiping would not be the only one on stage to humiliate her.

Yin Zhiping began to instruct Xiao Long, and Xiao Long, enduring her shame, began to use her virgin mouth to envelop Yin Zhiping's bulging veins.

The breath emanating from him made Xiao Long dizzy, and she felt a strange sensation, something she had never experienced before. Although ashamed, a sudden surge of excitement rose within her.

The pink horn slowly slipped onto her, saliva accumulating in her mouth. Following Yin Zhiping's instructions, Xiaolong swallowed it all.

Her nimble tongue began to roam, teasing the glans and slightly open urethral opening even in her mouth.

Yin Zhiping, of course, wouldn't stop there. He placed one foot between Xiaolong's legs and gently teased her clitoris with his thumb.

"Haha, good! I didn't expect you to be so excited, Miss Long! I really underestimated you! Give me your balls!" Xiaolong didn't refuse the large foot or Yin Zhiping's commands. She used one hand to support Yin Zhiping's penis, guiding her head towards his groin, her tongue probing his testicles, the black tip slightly protruding between her teeth.

Yin Zhiping was very pleased with Xiaolong's actions. Her shy face, yet her willingness to accept his arrangements, filled him with pleasure, making him even more eager for what was to come.

When Yin Zhiping once again poured all of it into Xiaolong's throat, he was no longer gentle and began to thrust violently. If Xiaolong hadn't had a long internal breath, she would have surely suffocated from the exaggerated speed.

Fortunately, Yin Zhiping knew time was precious and didn't resist too much. With a violent groan, the white flesh entered Xiaolong's mouth.

Xiaolong felt a wave of nausea and desperately wanted to vomit, but Yin Zhiping's command left her no choice but to obey.

"Hold it in, stir it with your tongue. Don't spit it out, and don't take it out immediately, or you'll fail the challenge." Xiaolong reluctantly followed Yin Zhiping's instructions, stirring the contents of her mouth with her tongue. Although the smell was unbearable, she did it carefully, afraid of provoking Yin Zhiping's displeasure.

Only when the thick phlegm was smeared between Xiaolong's teeth, and after Xiaolong cleaned her teeth with her tongue, and Yin Zhiping's penis became erect again, did Yin Zhiping decide to let Xiaolong go.

He opened his mouth and coughed, "Ptooey!"

A mouthful of thick phlegm was thrust into Xiaolong's mouth.

"Okay, just swallow it down with my saliva!"

Tears welled in Xiaolong's eyes again, but she forced herself to swallow the sticky liquid, feeling like she couldn't get it all out of her throat.

"Don't worry! In a moment, I'll find a way to make sure your throat is clean! Back then, you were lying down, and I could only be on top of you, defiling you. This time, I can enjoy myself! I want you to kneel like a bitch, sticking your head up so I can have my way with you!" Xiaolong frowned, turning her head helplessly, pressing her head tightly against her bent forearm, and sticking her snow-white vulva up against Yin Zhiping's rear.

"What? Still not satisfied? Can't I enjoy your virginity? Tell me! You can refuse!" Xiaolong quickly pleaded, "No! No! Long'er is just not used to it, please be gentle, Daoist Master… ah!" Xiaolong was still begging Yin Zhiping not to be too hasty, to cherish her virginity, but Yin Zhiping had no regard for that. Before Xiaolong could finish speaking, Yin Zhiping thrust in completely.

In an instant, Xiaolong's genitals suffered a severe blow, her entire genitals arching like a shrimp. Yin Zhiping, however, showed no mercy, immediately thrusting deeply and repeatedly after deflowering her, then violently pounding and shaking her. Not only that, Yin Zhiping's large hands slapped down relentlessly, making Xiaolong's breasts swell and churn wildly! The sounds of

"slap! slap! slap!"

were accompanied by Xiaolong's cries of pain and moans.

Yin Zhiping's completely unrestrained fucking left Xiaolong's mind blank.

(Why is my body so strange? Why doesn't it hurt anymore? How can Yin Zhiping be so powerful? Guo'er, Guo'er has never been so powerful before! Ah! Guo'er... it must be because you lost an arm, making you unable to do this.

I will persevere, I want you to be as good to me as Yin Zhiping is, wait for me, Guo'er!

The clapping stopped, but the beautiful collision of Yin Zhiping and Xiaolong's thighs became even faster.

While Yin Zhiping was on the stage, ravaging Xiaolong, the crowd below did not stop at all, but instead intensified their efforts.

Just look at the young monk who had been so dignified just now, using his Shaolin skills to urge himself to expel Hua.)

Clearly, he was far less experienced than the filthy beggar. The beggar, with his filthy hand, rubbed his foul-smelling member, and with a shake, the white flesh appeared in his already prepared palm.

Seeing his plan succeed, the beggar laughed loudly, saying, "Master, today I'll show you our Beggar Clan's ultimate technique, the 'Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms'!" With that, the beggar flipped his right hand, and the white flesh, a stark contrast to the black mud, solidified in his palm.

"Ha! 'The Dragon Regrets'!"

The beggar's "The Dragon Regrets" move was indeed powerful; the snow-white flesh, like a long arrow shot from Jebe, struck Xiaolong's pristine face with deadly accuracy.

Xiaolong never expected such an encounter. Before she could react, the thrusting from behind intensified rapidly.

"Haha! The handsome Xiaolong has been 'faced' by a beggar! I really envy that beggar! But my precious treasure, I will give it all to you, haha. Yang Guo! Yang Guo! You'll wear the green hat I gave you while you're alive, and you can't escape it even when you're dead." Yin Zhiping's laughter quickened, and his breathing became increasingly urgent.

However, Xiaolong was bewildered and didn't know whether he should quickly wipe the stain off his cheeks or immediately lower his head and bury his face in his arms.

It was during this hesitation that several more roars erupted from below the stage.

"Take this—Weituo Palm!"

This was a large blob of ink that the monk threw, sticking to Xiaolong's forehead like jelly.

"Take this—Iron Sand Palm!"

This was from a member of the Iron Palm Clan, but most of the attacks missed, landing either on Xiaolong's arms or his hair.

"Ha! Watch me fuck Huang Rong's stolen skill—the Falling Flower Divine Sword Palm!" If Huang Yaoshi knew that his ultimate skill was being misused like this, he would definitely eliminate evil. Unfortunately, he didn't know. This person's skill might not be enough to achieve five illusions and one reality. Although it wasn't very accurate, the number of illusions in this one image was extremely large.

Xiaolong felt a rush of urine, her entire face and front of her breasts were covered by this sudden attack.

"Waaah—" Xiaolong's aggrieved tears fell like rain, and her tears even made two invisible tear tracks on her face.

Yin Zhiping felt great pleasure when he saw this scene. All his past hatred and admiration turned into a burst of fierceness.

"Haha! Aunt Long, enjoy mine! I!"

"Ah!"

Xiaolong cried out and felt a burning sensation inside her. Yin Zhiping's penis was like a flying stone thrown from his palm, hitting her breasts with a burning sensation. Under this heat and stab, Xiaolong was fucked unconscious.

Chapter 3

(Where am I? Ah! I'm in prison! Did I pass? My head hurts so much! How could Yin Zhiping be so powerful? I actually fainted? My eyelids are so heavy, I want to sleep for a while! No, for Guo'er, I have to wake up, I can't fail!

When Xiaolong woke up, she saw Yin Zhiping sitting cross-legged with a group of people. The filth on her body had been cleaned up completely.

Xiaolong asked nervously, "Daoist, did I pass?" "No!" After the rejection, Xiaolong felt a darkness before her eyes and almost fainted. Fortunately, she held on and went to find the source of the voice, only to find that there was already someone behind her who was being intimate with her!)

"Ah! It's you? Zhao Zhijing? Oh! No! How could you do this? Master Yin, why did you let me have you? I'm yours!" Zhao Zhijing, his stomach churning with anger, also assumed a doggy-style position, thrusting into the lower dragon. He chuckled maliciously, saying, "You caused Yin Zhiping's death on Zhongnan Mountain, his life's brilliance reduced to dust. Do you think he'd let you off so easily? He's resting right now. After I finish fucking you, he'll continue! Hehe! Not only the two of us, but there's someone else you wouldn't expect! They'll be here soon! Oh! Your little thing is really tight!" "Zhiping, you're no good! You haven't fully explored it!" "Hmph! Fuck you, she has a special constitution. Within this gate, even if a huge thing enters, it will recover in a moment. Be careful she doesn't fuck you. Wrong! She fucks you like a ghost!" "Haha! To die under the peony flower, even as a ghost, one is in the wind; to die in the middle of nowhere, even if one's soul flies away, one is willing! I'll fuck you, fuck you to death!" Zhao Zhijing didn't continue joking with Yin Zhiping, but just fucked her even harder.

The little dragon had disappeared, but she could see that the crowd below the stage hadn't dispersed, but were either standing or watching her being defiled.

(Waaaaah! How could this happen? When will this end? When will I get through this?!

Of course, it won't be that easy. Xiaolong felt that Zhao Zhijing was fucking her much harder than Yin Zhiping. And his huge member, no less than Yin Zhiping's, was like an iron rod deeply penetrating her body. She

had only been deflowered for a short while, and now she was being fucked so fiercely by a second man. Even though Xiaolong was somewhat prepared, she was still extremely distressed at this moment, and her beautiful eyes were full of tears.)

"Wow! This Master Zhao is amazing! With such strength, how come Xiaolong isn't going to be completely overwhelmed?" "How could that be? He was screaming so loudly when he fainted!" "Yes, yes, really! Could it be that Yang Guo is impotent and Xiaolong has been celibate for too long?" "Haha, it seems the One-Armed Hero is missing an arm, so he can't perform many positions!" "Hmm, Xiaolong must have been in a straddling position, so he was fucked like a dog and actually fainted!" (Oh my god, they all thought of that, sob sob sob, Yang Guo is still so good to me, still so gentle, but why does my body feel so strange, so comfortable! Sob sob sob! Yang Guo, why can't you make me feel this comfortable? Ah, again...) It's inside. So comfortable, how come Zhao Zhijing is so good too? Is it not that they are particularly good, but that Guo'er is really not good enough? Why? Why! So comfortable, so comfortable—wuwuwu—) "Hehe, so that's how it is! You little devil, you fainted so easily, so you haven't been fucked enough, hehe, you really are top-notch, come on, let me let you try my Taoist dual cultivation technique today, you female beast cauldron are truly rare!" As Zhao Zhijing spoke, he grabbed Xiaolong with both arms and lifted her up, his hands sliding down to her knees, his mouth pressing against Xiaolong's snow-white smooth back, making her face the audience below the stage, and he continued to fuck her like this.

(Waaah, they're all looking at Long'er! They're going to see everything now, Long'er! Long'er, Long'er, you won't abandon me, will you?)

"Wow! Little Long's breasts, not big, but really perky! So beautiful!" "Huh? I didn't expect Little Long to have one down there, though it's a bit small. But I thought she was a 'white tiger' (a slang term for a woman who is unprotected). Disappointing, so disappointing!" "What do you know? There are advantages to having a little. If you don't like it, then don't look. Wow, I can't take it anymore, I'm getting hard again. I need a while. This time, I'm going to throw it into her mouth! Hehe!" "I'll throw it on her bottom, don't argue with me!"

"Hehe, if Master Zhao guarantees this position, maybe I can throw myself onto her mound! Water her up, make it even more lush!" Hearing the words below, Xiaolong shrank back, terrified that the tragedy from before would repeat itself.

Zhao Zhijing, behind Xiaolong, clearly sensed her trembling and asked, "Beauty, are you scared?" "Waaah! Master, spare Long'er! Don't let them do that! Long'er will definitely serve Master well!" "Hehe, alright, since Aunt Long has promised, I'll help you!" Zhao Zhijing shouted, raising his arms, and Xiaolong flew up. However, her posture remained unchanged in the air, and the moment her body emerged from her shell, Xiaolong couldn't help but let out a soft moan, as if she were experiencing unbearable disappointment.

But when she landed in an M-shape, she never expected that Zhao Zhijing had already circled around from behind to in front of her, and that... directly caught the momentum of Xiaolong's falling body, landing perfectly!

"Ah—good…woo woo!"

Zhao Zhijing held Xiaolong's legs with both hands, pulled him into his arms and continued to fuck him. Xiaolong was almost fainting from the pounding, the speed of the penetration almost overwhelmed his reason.

"Mmm! Ah! This, this feels so good, Master Zhao, you're amazing!" Xiaolong was overwhelmed by this unprecedented position. She was lying on top of Zhao Zhijing, even unconsciously arching her beautiful legs against his body.

"Aunt Long, you're so wanton! Aren't you thinking about Yang Guo?"

"Waaah—Guo'er, Guo'er! Ah—" The thought of Yang Guo made Xiaolong's mind waver. She realized that no matter what her purpose was in coming here, it was all an act of adultery, a betrayal, and she felt deeply sorry for Yang Guo. But thinking of her Guo'er only made Xiaolong even more excited.

(Waaaaah—Am I really that wanton? Guo'er, I'm so sorry, I feel so good, so good. Zhao Zhijing is even better than Yin Zhiping, much better. He not only put his thing inside me, but my whole body is like rotten flesh, being played with by Master Zhao. I'm so happy, I feel so good. Guo'er, Guo'er, don't leave me behind! Wait for me, I'll come find you after I pass this test! Waaaaah—) "Hehe! If you're thinking about Yang Guo, I won't fuck you, okay?" "Waaaah, no, Master, good Master, fuck me, fuck me, I'm not thinking about Guo'er, um, I'm only thinking about Master, Master, you fuck me so good." "Oh my! Mmm—so comfortable, my flesh is melting, waah, my flower path feels so good, waah!" "Haha, you're really wanton, I'll fuck you to death! I'll fuck you to death, you unfaithful woman!" "Waaah, fuck me to death, Daoist, just fuck me to death, I'll do it willingly, I just want to be held in your arms and fucked to death!" (Oh my god, what am I saying! I'm so ashamed, waah, so comfortable, why did I say all this? I even said the word "fuck," waah, I'm not pure anymore, I'm going to get filthy. What should I do?

I can't let Guo'er know, Guo'er, I'm still thinking about you!)

"Hehe, damn it, Xiaolong, you little slut, my shoulder feels so good. Come on, stick your tongue out here, give it to my face." "Waaah, Daoist Master, I'm dying, I'll wash your face with my tongue. Waaah—it feels so good!" Xiaolong stuck out her little tongue and licked Zhao Zhijing's forehead, cheeks, and neck little by little, putting all the dirt from his beard and the stuff from his nostrils into her mouth.

Xiaolong didn't know why, despite being so pure and innocent, she had become like this after being fucked a few times?

Of course she didn't know, and if she did, it wouldn't be surprising why this place... "He's been called to prison."

At this moment, another murmur arose from the audience.

A member of the Giant Whale Gang exclaimed, "Wow, is that Little Dragon? So shameless! He's actually eating Master Zhao's dandruff, wow, and earwax too! Good heavens, even boogers!" An old Taoist priest, seemingly appearing out of nowhere, said, "What's so special about that? Huang Rong, the gang leader next door, eats excrement as food and drinks, and she's still happily being fucked every day, isn't she? I think Little Dragon will probably have that day too!" An old beggar scoffed, saying, "That's nothing! You don't know, do you? Today, our Elder Lu Youjiao trained the Beggars' Gang members..." "The ten giant dogs of the 'Dog-Beating Technique' have all arrived. Perhaps today, Huang Rong will put on a show of man versus dog." The man from the Giant Whale Gang was startled and asked, "Wow, as expected of the Beggars' Clan! The dogs are done, and you're still going?" The old beggar, upon hearing this, unabashedly picked his nose and said, "Of course! Huang Rong's been injected with shit, and we've had our fun with her, haven't we? Hehe, I even used her little thing to wash my feet! But this was all Elder Lu's idea. Thanks to Huang Rong, Elder Lu's athlete's foot was cured." (Ah! I didn't expect Chief Huang to be so...) How could someone as beautiful as a celestial being become like this? What about Long'er? What will happen to Long'er? Wow, no way? Is Long'er going to be force-fed excrement too? Is Long'er going to be fucked by dogs too? Waaah, what kind of feeling is that! I can't take it anymore, what is Long'er thinking? Long'er—Waaah, Master Zhao is

getting faster and faster. Guo'er, I'm sorry, Long'er is going to be impregnated by Master Zhao. Zhao Zhijing's fucking has sped up considerably, and at such a rapid pace, Long'er's gate is contracting, and the arrival of her climax causes a surge of heat within her.

As this heat pours onto Zhao Zhijing's head, he finally can't hold back and ejaculates.

"Wow! Master, it's so hot, so hot, Long'er is going to melt, Long'er's climax is melting." Zhao Zhijing chuckled without speaking, but continued, as if the previous fucking wouldn't make him soften at all.

(Waaaaah—How could this be? How could this be? Doesn't he need to rest after this? Why does Guo'er need to rest? Why? When I was with Guo'er in my previous life, I never felt any pain. Is it really because Guo'er is no good? Waaaaah! Poor Long'er, Guo'er is no good, Guo'er can't make Long'er feel good, waaaaah—) Just as Xiao Long was still hurting, Zhao Zhijing's fucking finally stopped, but Xiao Long felt that there was no sign of it softening inside.

Xiao Long's heart suddenly jumped up. She was suddenly afraid that Zhao Zhijing would refuse to continue fucking her, and quickly begged for mercy, saying, "Master Zhao, please continue fucking Long'er, Long'er feels so good, Long'er feels so good, I can't not be fucked by the Master, Long'er..." "I don't want to think about Guo'er anymore, I only want to think about the Taoist priest. Taoist priest, keep fucking me! I'll call out to the Taoist priest, I'll use my strength to cleanse the Taoist priest, okay?" "Don't call out like that, only young ladies call out like that. You woman, from now on, just call me '..." "Understood?" "Understood, understood, Taoist priest, fuck me, use your big thing to penetrate me, I give my heart to you, let you fuck me open my heart and lungs!" "Hehe, that's more like it. Let me gather my energy in your body, hehe, I have some tricks for you!" "Waaah—what tricks? Ah!" Little Dragon was wondering what tricks they were, and then there was a scream. Her anus was quickly forced open by a huge thing.

"Ouch, it hurts!"

Xiao Long cried out in pain.

"Hmph, you're quite a handful being fucked by my senior brother? Let me open your anus for you! Damn it, you, after being fucked, you're like this. I thought you were pure and innocent, you're clearly a harlot!" "Waaah! Long'er is a harlot, Long'er is a harlot, Daoist Master, spare me, Long'er's is going to split open. Wah! No, don't go so fast. Daoist Master Yin, spare Long'er, spare this harlot, let this harlot have a chance to serve you! Daoist Master Zhao, don't use so much force, don't do it all at once! Long'er is going to be torn apart, let Long'er die! Die... Waaah!" It turned out that Zhao Zhijing had stopped earlier to allow Yin Zhiping to smoothly enter Xiao Long's anus. Once both of them were deeply inside Xiao Long's body, they quickly began a new round.

"Wow, Master Yin really managed to get all three of Xiaolong's... I'm so envious!" "Hey, you're the one who's envious! Haha, but Master Zhao is still the best, turning a jade into a woman! Did you hear what Xiaolong said just now? 'Is she?'" "Yes, she's willing to be fucked to death like that. There are hundreds of people here, right? Saying that in front of hundreds of people, aren't you ashamed? 'Xiaolong'? I think she's a female dragon." "Yes, yes, she's a female dragon!" (Ah! How could they say that? They actually said that about Long'er, sob sob sob, Long'er isn't a woman, Long'er isn't a female dragon. Long'er is a pure and innocent little dragon, Guo'er's Long'er, forever. Guo'er won't blame Long'er, right? Long'er isn't a criminal, Long'er just wants to pass the test! Wants to stay with Guo'er forever, Long'er wants, sob sob sob, Long'er wants to learn their moves and teach them to Guo'er, so Guo'er can fuck Long'er like that too, sob sob sob) "If only Guo'er had a size like Master Zhao's or Master Yin's, that would be even better. Waaah, Long'er loves big ones! Long'er, are you still pure and innocent? Waaah—) "Hehe, junior brother, how's this little dragon's eye?" Zhao Zhijing asked with a smile as Yin Zhiping, who was relentlessly thrusting into the beauty's rear, laughed.

Yin Zhiping gritted his teeth and didn't stop thrusting, but his words couldn't hide his joy. "Tight! Really tight, it's spurting blood, haha, the virgin blood is mine, and the rear blood is mine too! Senior brother, thank you for being so generous!" Zhao Zhijing wasn't envious when he heard Yin Zhiping's words; he didn't like this kind of thing, he preferred it. "Hehe, junior brother, what's this? Don't argue with me later, let me feed the little dragon a good meal, let her taste my first soup, hehe!" It turned out that Yin Zhiping and Zhao Zhijing had made an agreement beforehand. It seemed that this "first soup" had a special meaning; it wasn't the virgin's blood, but the man's. What could it be?

Yin Zhiping readily agreed, "Of course, of course, I keep my word, Senior Brother, you can handle it yourself in a bit!" Zhao Zhijing was delighted and laughed, "Haha, good, that's great! Let's put in some effort and completely turn this little dragon into a female dragon." Yin Zhiping nodded vigorously, but then thought of using the "prison" to try a more fun method. So he said to his senior brother, "Okay, how about we two use it and have a 'sword technique' contest between her two?" While they were fucking the little dragon, they discussed how to "prison" this beauty, completely disregarding her thoughts. In their hearts, this little dragon was still a used woman, to be fucked at will. As long as their fellow disciples approved, why would they need to seek the woman's opinion on how they wanted to play?

Zhao Zhijing's intellect far surpassed Yin Zhiping's; otherwise, he wouldn't have been able to subdue the other for life. Hearing his junior brother's suggestion, he knew what the other was planning and nodded, saying, "Alright! Since junior brother is interested, senior brother will oblige! Take this—Jade Balance Probing the Void!" Zhao Zhijing's penis suddenly lengthened several inches during the process, and the already deep head of the penis suddenly reached the very end. If Zhao Zhijing hadn't been reluctant to pierce through the penis, this sword might have pierced Xiaolong's cavity.

As the head heavily pierced the very end of the penis, Xiaolong felt a sudden, sharp pain.

He cried out, "Ah, so deep! My penis is going to be pierced through! Waaah—Master Zhao, you're so amazing!" "Wow! Senior brother, you ambushed me again!" Zhao Zhijing's move was indeed extraordinary, instantly pushing Xiaolong to the first level, and even causing his anus to contract sharply, almost causing Yin Zhiping to ejaculate as well.

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