【Chu Tian Ge】(01)

page views:1 Publication date:2023-03-24

Author: dreamrainwang
First published on the forum on April 9, 2018
Word count: 11628
Chapter 1
Wu Song slowly opened his eyes and looked around.
He was lying in a small grove of trees, with no one around, only the sounds of birdsong and the wind rustling through the leaves.
"Did I succeed?" he muttered to himself as he sat up, touching his chest. Then he looked down and his face
immediately lit up with joy. "Oh yeah! That's great!"
He was wearing an old-fashioned brown coarse cloth robe, the kind often seen on television, with
a black coarse cloth belt around his waist.
"I hope everything goes smoothly, and I don't have to go back." Wu Song muttered as he stood up, then suddenly looked down.
"Ah, I almost forgot about my life."
Wu Song was a second-year history student at Handong University. Since childhood, he had been a huge
fan of historical novels such as *Romance of the Three Kingdoms*, *Romance of the Sui and Tang Dynasties*, and *Heroes of the Ming Dynasty*, making him a true amateur history enthusiast. Therefore,
applying to the history department was a natural progression. Besides reading history books, he also enjoys playing
historical games. He's currently in a game world called "Empire of Heaven and Earth.
" "Empire of Heaven and Earth" is a high-tech game, quite different from typical online games. It's
a product of cutting-edge technology, a supposedly otherworldly artifact that allows you to "learn knowledge while ensuring restful sleep."
When you're ready to sleep, you put on a helmet and enter the "dream world." Although
your consciousness is active, your physical rest is completely unaffected. However, the game has
strict time restrictions: it must be from 11 PM to 6 AM the next morning.
During these eight hours, your body is fully rested; your consciousness can
spend a full ten days in the game world. If you can't enter the game by 11 PM, you'll
disappear from the game world for ten days.
This is perhaps destined to be a niche game. On one hand, its purchase price is relatively high; after all, it's a completely new,
fully experiential high-tech game, very different from typical online games. On the other hand, the game is set
in ancient China, but without a specific dynasty; it's a completely fictional world. In this day and age,
there might not be many people interested in history.
Therefore, the number of people entering this game world is likely to be relatively small. Furthermore, this game world is unlike
the typical martial arts world in online games. Martial arts worlds have relatively small populations, but war is a different story. Once
a battle breaks out, it's an overwhelming mass of troops. Your role in the game could be a general or
a soldier. In other words, you can't distinguish between NPCs and real people around you.
Wu Song's family wasn't particularly well-off; his parents gave him a limited allowance each month. However, Wu Song
was quite good at managing his money. He knew how to save money from a young age, especially during his freshman year of college
, where he saved by living frugally and working part-time. Combined with his good grades and scholarships, he finally managed to scrape together enough to buy the
game. However, to have an undisturbed gaming environment at night, he had to move out
of the dormitory and rent a cheap apartment.
He had rented the cheapest place he could find, which was quite far from the school. This meant he had to
get up quickly after quitting the game at six o'clock to go to school. He could make it to class, but he would miss breakfast
—although, for male college students, skipping breakfast seemed to be a common occurrence.
Because this opportunity to play the game was hard-won, Wu Song cherished it dearly. He picked up his
"lifeline" from the ground—actually just a small bundle containing ten taels of silver and four books.
The amount of money you start in the game is determined by the amount you deposit. In ancient China
, the value of silver was not as low as those illiterate screenwriters in TV dramas portray, so the game's rule was
200 yuan for 1 tael of silver. These two thousand yuan were two months' worth of living expenses that Wu Song had painstakingly saved.
And these four books were earned by Wu Song himself. The game begins with a tedious 100
-question quiz covering a wide range of ancient Chinese historical knowledge, including politics, economics, military affairs, science
and technology, culture, basic and obscure facts. Your performance then shapes your in-game avatar
.
Wu Song, relying on his "super brain," answered 95 of the 100 questions correctly. Thus, in the game, he
possesses rare qualities: both scholarly and martial prowess, intelligence and courage, and quite handsome. This
is vastly different from his real-life persona. In real life, although he has good grades, he is short and overweight, a typical "homebody,"
and has virtually no luck with girls; because he loves reading and playing games, he doesn't participate in much physical exercise, and his
physical fitness is mediocre.
In the game, however, he becomes a completely different person, possessing four books. The first is *
The Essentials of Military Strategy*, which compiles the essence of ancient military texts. The second is *The Complete Book of Military Equipment*, which records
knowledge of various ancient Chinese cold weapons. The third book was a "Sword Manual," though it contained
more than just sword techniques. Since Wu Song had chosen the halberd as his weapon when he entered the game,
this manual also included halberd techniques. The fourth book was "Elegance," essentially
a collection of famous ancient Chinese poems.
Wu Song slung his bundle over his shoulder and walked out of the grove. His journey to his "empire" began here
.
"Truly starting from scratch..." Wu Song thought as he walked. Although he had a
chance to choose the halberd at the start of the game, he couldn't actually possess
such a weapon upon entering the game. Therefore, he had to find a village and use his meager ten taels of silver to
buy a weapon.
"Do you want to forge the Thunder Halberd?" the blacksmith asked him. "It will take ten days and cost eight taels of silver."
"What?!" Wu Song's eyes widened. "This thing costs sixteen thousand taels?" This was a rule of the game...
You can't recharge during gameplay; players aren't allowed to magically acquire silver in the game world.
You only have one chance to recharge at the start of each game.
The blacksmith ignored his "1600," leading Wu Song to believe he was an NPC. He
said expressionlessly, "This is the best halberd I can forge. If you think it's too expensive, a regular long spear will only
cost one tael of silver."
Wu Song knew that halberds weren't standard weapons in ancient armies, so their high price was normal,
but he still persisted, asking, "Are there any cheaper halberds?"
"A regular long halberd, five days to forge, three taels of silver."
Wu Song hesitated for a moment, then steeled himself and said, "Thunder Halberd!"
Leaving the blacksmith's shop, Wu Song used his remaining two taels of silver to stay at a nearby inn. These
two taels were enough for ten days, but they also left him penniless. "Sigh, I hope everything
goes smoothly," Wu Song thought. "Staying at an inn is a must, otherwise, if I starve to death in a couple of days, this 'game
over' and two thousand yuan will really be gone... Life is always a gamble. I'll take the plunge!"
He returned to the grove, found a stick of about the right length, and began practicing halberd
techniques according to the "Sword Manual." When he got tired, he went back to the inn to eat and sleep. Sunrise and sunset, he spent his first
night in the real world like this.
"Heh—" Wu Song stretched and took off his helmet with satisfaction. During the ten days in the game world,
he was always worried about what would happen if he couldn't come back, but fortunately, that didn't happen. Now he lay in bed,
closed his eyes, and happily imagined how he would ride a horse and wield his sword in that game world. Ah,
life is really worth looking forward to. It was worth saving up for so long.
"Oh no!" He jerked off the covers, reaching for his phone on the table. In his haste, the phone
fell to the floor with a "thud." "Late, late..." he muttered to himself, hastily
throwing on his clothes. He didn't need to check the time on his phone; just looking at the brightness outside the window, he knew it
was getting late. His cheap rented apartment was far from school; if he didn't hurry, he'd be in real trouble.
"Hey! What are you doing?!" A clear, sharp female voice snapped.
Wu Song rushed into the classroom with thirty seconds left before the bell rang. A tall, pretty girl,
holding a cup of milk tea, was about to enter the classroom when Wu Song, in his haste, bumped into her
. The milk tea slipped from her hand and shattered on the floor. The girl instinctively grabbed the wall beside her to
steady herself.
"I'm so sorry, so sorry, so sorry..." Wu Song apologized repeatedly. He recognized her clearly; it was his classmate
Lin Kefei, a beauty considered a "department flower.
" "Alright, alright, thankfully it didn't spill on you..." Lin Kefei gave Wu Song a disgusted look, checked
her clothes for milk tea stains, then stretched out her tall, slender figure,
smoothed her long hair, kicked the broken plastic milk tea cup aside, and turned to go into the classroom.
Wu Song hesitated, wanting to go over and pick up the cup.
Just then, a slender, white hand reached out, picked up the cup, carefully preventing the remaining
milk tea from spilling. Then, a beautiful, fair face appeared before Wu Song, smiling slightly at him.
It was Yang Wen, Wu Song's class monitor. Yang Wen pointed to the classroom and smiled at him again; just
then, the bell rang, and the teacher was already banging on the desk at the front of the class. Yang Wen gestured for Wu Song to go in first, then
walked to the far end of the corridor and threw the plastic cup into the trash can there. Wu Song stood there blankly, watching
her figure.
"What are you standing there for? Class is starting!" the teacher yelled at Wu Song. Wu Song snapped out of his daze, quickly went into
the classroom, found a seat in the front row, and took out his textbook. "Report!" Yang Wen's
sweet voice came from the doorway.
"She..." Wu Song watched Yang Wen walk into the classroom, and involuntarily turned back to look at Lin
Kefei sitting in the back row. Lin Kefei had already taken out her phone and was playing with it, seemingly unaware of what was happening in front of the classroom
.
"Ring ring—" The library's closing bell rang. Wu Song gathered his belongings and
walked out the door with everyone else. It was 9:30 pm. Hmm, go home, wash up, and go to bed right away
. It would be 11 pm. Thinking this, Wu Song unconsciously walked to the "Bitter Boat" teaching building.
He suddenly remembered that during the third period that afternoon, he had left several books in the classroom for evening self-study.
Later, he decided to go to the library to look up information, and ended up spending the whole evening there. His class the next morning
wasn't in this building, so he had to retrieve the books. Kuzhou Building closed at nine o'clock at night, but the school staff
would lock it very late, giving him plenty of time to get the books.
As Wu Song carried the books to the stairwell, he suddenly stopped.
Kuzhou Building had six floors; the classrooms on the top floor weren't used for classes but rather for storing miscellaneous items—essentially
storage rooms. Wu Song was now standing at the fifth-floor stairwell when he seemed to hear some
unusual sounds coming from upstairs. He involuntarily followed the sound upwards, and the sounds grew clearer. He arrived at
the classroom door at the corner of the sixth-floor stairwell. Strangely, although the classroom was clearly not in use, the curtains were drawn and the door was locked.
Wu Song wanted to push the door open, but his hand stopped.
Because what he heard was a girl's soft moans, a man's heavy breathing, and
the sounds of impact.
Wu Song thought for a moment, then pushed the window open, finding it wasn't properly latched. He carefully pushed the glass open a
crack and gently reached in to lift a corner of the curtain.
"Ugh..." Wu Song almost cried out, but thankfully he suppressed the sound in time.
By the moonlight, Wu Song saw a girl's upper body slumped over a table, her clothes still on but
somewhat disheveled; her lower body was naked, revealing a pair of long, slender, white legs and a round, pert buttocks,
her pants pulled down to her ankles. She gripped the edge of the table tightly with both hands, her entire upper body being pressed down by a man.
On the table, she writhed against it, and Wu Song even wondered if he would crush her breasts.
The girl's body swayed incessantly, and behind her, the man gripped her waist with both hands, thrusting
his hips repeatedly. The "slap slap slap" sounds were from the man's abdomen and the girl's buttocks
colliding.
"Ah ah... ah ah..." The girl's voice grew louder and more seductive. The two were facing
the window sideways, and Wu Song could only see half of the girl's face. However, half a face was enough for Wu Song to recognize
her. Her alluring face and eyebrows, her distinctive "coquettish" voice, made Wu Song immediately recognize her as
Su Jianan, the famously seductive senior in the history department.
She was two years ahead of Wu Song, already a graduating senior, but her "reputation for beauty" was widespread,
with rumors that she had been involved with at least a dozen men. Wu Song curled his lip; in his opinion, such
a girl was truly despicable.
Despite this, it was the first time Wu Song had ever witnessed this senior's naked body. Even
when she was clothed, her curvaceous figure had already left a deep impression on the boys, exuding a
seductive aura; now, looking at her bare buttocks and snow-white legs, Wu Song had to admit they were indeed
incredibly alluring to men.
Her pert buttocks swayed incessantly under the man's thrusts, yet remained remarkably firm, displaying remarkable elasticity
. Wu Song felt a stirring within himself; just looking at those buttocks conjured up
images of the pleasurable sensation of penetration—Su Jianan's buttocks possessed that kind of magic.
Now, Su Jianan's buttocks were completely under the control of the man behind her. He gripped her
slender waist tightly, thrusting and pumping with all his might. One could imagine
the tender embrace the man's penis was receiving inside Su Jianan's honeyed orifice, while Su Jianan's sexy, swaying buttocks
greatly stimulated the man's vision and psychology. Wu Song thought the man probably wouldn't last much longer.
However, the man's stamina truly exceeded Wu Song's expectations. Judging from the speed of the man's thrusts
and Su Jianan's seductive movements, Wu Song originally thought this carnal scene was nearing its end, but unexpectedly, the
man's strength seemed inexhaustible. He wantonly dominated Su Jianan, as if she were merely a
mare beneath him, whom he could manipulate however he pleased.
Although his breathing was also heavy, he hadn't reached the uncontrollable state of an impending climax.
Amidst the continuous "slap slap slap" of his buttocks colliding and Su Jianan's wanton moans of "Ah ah ah ah," his
breathing seemed less noticeable. He ravished Su Jianan with abandon, appearing so relaxed and at ease
.
"Alas, this is how a true man should be..." Wu Song suddenly recalled Liu Bang's words and shook
his head. He felt his penis was already rock hard. A man should be able
to control a woman so freely.
If this was a battle of flesh, then Su Jianan was beginning to show signs of defeat.
At first, Su Jianan clearly tried to thrust her hips back to meet the man's movements, but gradually,
her movements became weaker and weaker, and the man was clearly controlling the movement of her hips. The man rode
Su Jianan, this mare, moving as he pleased, stopping as he pleased. Sometimes he would suddenly thrust deeply and stop, Su
Jianan would scream, and then her buttocks would remain motionless. Clearly, she was no longer able to actively thrust her hips back to
engage the man's penis.
Previously, as the man thrust
into her, Su Jianan would often raise her head and moan, as if in defiance, letting out wanton moans. She believed her voice, which made men weak in the knees, was enough to stimulate them, leading to
their surrender in the intense physical entanglement.
But now, her head was drooping, resting on the table, her hair disheveled. If Wu Song
had arrived just then, he probably wouldn't have recognized Su Jianan. Wu Song felt that
this was a moment of immense satisfaction for a man, because it meant Su Jianan had been brought to her knees.
"Haa!" Suddenly, the man roared, followed by a long, soul-
stirring "Ah—" from Su Jianan. Her voice was tinged with pain as the man
released her waist, gripping her wrists with one hand and pulling her hair back forcefully with the other. Su
Jianan's entire upper body was pulled up by him, her chest thrust forward, her high breasts seemingly about to burst through her
clothes; at the same time, her face was also raised high, tilted forward and upward as her hair was pulled.
"Ugh..." Wu Song desperately suppressed himself; he almost felt he was about to ejaculate. The man
held this position, frozen like a statue for three seconds. Wu Song saw this silhouette from outside the window, which
reminded him of an ancient general who had slain an enemy general and then held up the enemy general's head high to declare victory and show off his triumph.
In that instant, Su Jianan's protruding breasts and raised face seemed to announce to the whole world: she was
the trophy of the man behind her! And the man behind her was displaying his trophy to the world.
"Oh!" Su Jianan groaned again. After the display, the man disdainfully pushed her upper body
forward, her forehead hitting the table. However, Wu Song had no time to care whether Su Jianan's head was
hurt from the impact, because he was greedily watching the man rapidly strip off Su Jianan's upper body clothing.
Su Jianan's lower body was already completely naked, and now her upper body
was stripped bare by the man in just over ten seconds. Cover-up, shirt, bra—the man threw each piece of clothing aside as he removed it.
Cover-up to the left, shirt to the right, bra forward—Su Jianan's upper body clothing flew in different directions, far
away.
This time, Wu Song finally saw the legendary voluptuous breasts of this flirtatious senior. Her breasts were not only large
and full, but also incredibly elastic and not sagging at all. The man grabbed Su Jianan's shoulders, pulled her upper
body up again, and then grasped her breasts from behind. Although he was watching from the side, Wu Song could clearly
see the man's fingers forming a claw, squeezing Su Jianan's snow-white, plump breasts out from between his fingers.
"Wow, she's got some serious assets..." Wu Song secretly admired.
He could only ever see this senior's ample breasts through her clothes, but now, freed from their constraints, those
large, white breasts truly lived up to their reputation. Countless boys had fantasized about the alluring sight of Su Jianan's breasts beneath her clothes , and today Wu Song had the privilege of witnessing it firsthand. The lewd and seductive feeling 　　was even more intense
than any of the boys' fantasies . 　　"Oh...oh..." Su Jianan began to moan again, as the man began to grasp her breasts with both hands and start 　　kneading them. His hands moved back and forth, sometimes squeezing and contracting, sometimes pressing and kneading with his palms, 　　shaping Su Jianan's breasts into various forms, as if kneading dough. 　　His hands tightened, and Su Jianan's moans became more and more rapid. Although the man was supporting her with his hands, 　　Su Jianan's body seemed unable to control itself and slumped down. She supported herself on the table with her hands, 　　moaning intermittently, "Oh...oh...oh...nipples...oh...ah..." 　　"He really knows how to play..." Wu Song thought to himself, this time not praising the boy, but Su Jianan 　　. Clearly, Su Jianan felt a tingling, itchy sensation in her nipples under the man's ministrations, wanting him to stimulate 　　the two cherries on her breasts. Wu Song thought that this man's technique was so excellent that his finger skills in manipulating a woman's nipples 　　should be no problem either. 　　However, once again, things took an unexpected turn. The man suddenly pushed Su Jianan's upper body down again—Wu Song couldn't even remember 　　how many times 　　this flirtatious senior 's upper body had risen and fallen, truly at the man's beck and call—he pressed Su Jianan's head down with one hand 　　, pressing her face tightly against the table; his other hand pressed down on Su Jianan's back, clearly trying to flatten her 　　breasts against the table. 　　The man said coldly, "How I play with you is none of your business. If you want to play with your nipples, then 　　do it yourself." As he spoke, he pressed down hard with both hands, keeping the hand pressing on Su Jianan's head still, while the hand pressing on Su Jianan's back 　　rotated downwards. Su Jianan's face was pressed tightly against the table, and the sounds she made were indistinct, but Wu 　　Song could tell that there was pain in her voice. Su Jianan's nipples were thus forced to rub against the table, twisting and 　　turning, waves of stinging pain spreading from her nipples throughout her body. 　　Fortunately, although the classroom wasn't in use, the table was made of smooth plywood. If it had been a 　　rough wooden tabletop, Wu Song thought Su Jianan's suffering would have been truly unbearable. 　　The man pressed Su Jianan's upper body against the table, abusing her while slowly but powerfully thrusting 　　his hips, pumping into her vagina again and again. Su Jianan's upper body was pinned down, unable to move, and the man 　　slowed his thrusts, clearly teasing her. 　　Sure enough, Su Jianan's still somewhat free hips and legs began to sway restlessly, twisting more and more wildly, seemingly 　　thirstily begging for the man's more ferocious violation; moreover, Su Jianan's mouth, pressed against the table, kept making 　　"woo-woo-woo" sounds, her upper body struggling and swaying—and this struggle, under the man's cold and ruthless 　　suppression, seemed even more sexy and alluring. "The agony of a thousand ants gnawing at the body..." Wu Song thought. 　　"Ah...ahhh...ahhh..." After an unknown amount of time, Su Jianan suddenly raised her head, 　　panting heavily. The man finally released her. She struggled to turn her head, her almond-shaped eyes burning with desire as she looked at the man 　　. It seemed she couldn't help but beg him to fuck her hard. But before she could speak, another 　　scream rang out. The man twisted her body, flipped her over, and forcefully lifted her onto the table. 　　Only then did Wu Song notice Su Jianan's pants. The jeans that had been pulled down to her ankles and draped on the ground 　　were now hanging loosely on her feet. The man didn't say a word, quickly removing Su Jianan's 　　shoes, and then casually tossed them away as usual. 　　A sneaker flew towards Wu Song's face. Wu Song was so frightened that he crouched down and hid under the window. "Bang!" 　　The sneaker hit the glass heavily. 　　"He saw me? It can't be that bad..." Wu Song calmed himself down and slowly peeked out again. It seemed 　　the "attack" just now was purely coincidental. When Wu Song looked into the room again, Su Jianan's jeans were 　　gone. The man was removing the last shred of clothing from Su Jianan's body—her stockings. 　　This seductive senior, Su Jianan, was finally naked in front of Wu Song, who involuntarily swallowed 　　. 　　Su Jianan lay on the table, her two long, white, and tender legs shining brightly in the moonlight. The man's 　　hands grabbed her legs, one hand pressing her right thigh to the side, the other lifting her left 　　thigh, thus completely exposing her vulva. Without any hesitation, the man thrust 　　forward with his still rock-hard penis. He didn't need to use his hands to guide his penis; it was hard, and her vulva was overflowing 　　with wetness. With a thrust, his penis smoothly entered Su Jianan's vagina. 　　"Oh—" Su Jianan let out a long, joyful moan; she was finally in ecstasy. Lying on her back, legs 　　spread wide, she could finally release her desires without restraint. Her head tilted back, her wanton cries 　　grew louder and louder, her hands gripping her large breasts, kneading them frantically. The man 　　thrust into her fiercely, and she seemed to be releasing the pleasure spreading from her lower body through the kneading of her breasts 　　. 　　Her body swayed, her slender waist twisted, and slowly, her head began to shake wildly from side to side, her hair 　　brushing against her face. The pleasure erupting from deep within her vagina accumulated stronger and stronger, like a tsunami- 　　like wave, then sweeping down and engulfing her entire body. She swayed, twisted, her moans turning into cries of pleasure, 　　then into screams. 　　"Ahhhhh...so good...ahhhh...so comfortable...ahhhh...fuck me...ah... 　　fuck me...fuck me hard...ahhhh...fuck me to death...ahhh...fuck my cunt raw...ahhhh 　　...don't stop ahhhhhhh...fuck me, fuck me hard...ahhh...fuck my slutty cunt...ahhh...fuck my slutty 　　cunt...ahhhh...fuck my cheap cunt ahhhhh..." As expected of a sexy senior, 　　the lewd words that came out of her mouth left Wu Song, who was peeping outside the window, dumbfounded.

The man was clearly in a state of extreme excitement as well. He gripped Su Jianan's legs tightly, holding
her body firmly in place, and rapidly thrust his hips, pumping his penis in and out of her vagina at breakneck speed.
The speed of his movements astonished Wu Song; the intense thrusting made him almost certain that Su Jianan's vagina
would eventually burst. He continued to pound and pump wildly, letting out low growls, as if he too was using every
trick in the book.
Su Jianan lay on her back, her eyes vacant, her red lips parted, moaning and panting wildly, as if her mouth
had been gagged for too long and now needed to release without restraint. The man used his arms to thrust, his hips pumping, his penis
plunging into Su Jianan's vagina like a storm. Both of them completely let go
, the table creaking incessantly from their movements.
Wu Song felt as if he could see the table crumble and collapse under the couple's actions, and as if he could feel
Su Jianan's screams and moans lifting the roof of the Bitter Boat Tower.
"Ahhhhh!!" the man roared, suddenly pulling out his penis and dragging Su Jianan
off the table. Su Jianan practically rolled off the table, and as soon as she hit the ground, she immediately knelt
before the man, obediently opening her mouth. The man trembled, grabbing Su Jianan's hair with one hand
and adjusting his penis with the other. In that instant, Wu Song saw the man's face, and for a moment, he
felt as if he had seen this person somewhere before.
However, he had no time to think about it. The man let out another low growl, grabbing Su Jianan's head with both hands.
Clearly, his penis was already in Su Jianan's mouth. He pressed Su Jianan's head
down to his crotch and thrust his hips again. Su Jianan, completely unconcerned that the penis was covered in her own vaginal fluids, eagerly
opened her red lips to welcome it. As soon as it entered her mouth, Su Jianan immediately clamped her lips tightly around it,
skillfully swallowing and spitting out fluids, sucking with gusto. "Oh—!" the man cried out,
pressing Su Jianan's head firmly against his genitals, rendering her immobile; at the same time, his thrusting
stopped, followed by a violent convulsion and trembling of his body.
Wu Song understood that the man had performed oral sex on Su Jianan; it seemed his penis was
deeply embedded in her throat, the ejaculated semen flowing without spilling a drop, one
spurt after another, powerfully completing the transfer from his glans to Su Jianan's esophagus.
Wu Song slumped softly to the ground. What a sensual live sex show! So sensual that he, watching from the sidelines,
could hardly bear it.
"From now on, you're not allowed to let any other man sleep with you. You can only be fucked by me!" After an unknown amount of time,
Wu Song heard the man say this from inside the room.
"Oh...do you consider me your girlfriend...?" Su Jianan's voice was weak and listless.
"Girlfriend? I don't have a steady girlfriend. You're my sex slave!" The man's voice held
a hint of domineering.
"Go to hell..." Su Jianan's sweet voice became even softer after their lovemaking.
"Don't agree? Fine then, you go your way, and I'll go mine."
"Hey...no...okay, okay, I promise." Hearing this, Wu Song pursed his lips again
. He wondered how much of what this flirtatious senior said was reliable.
"Then why should I believe you?"
"...I'll let you take nude photos, how about that?" Wu Song's eyes widened immediately.
Just how strong was this man's sexual ability? He had only ever heard of men taking nude photos to coerce women, never of a woman voluntarily asking to take nude
photos and hand over her leverage to a man. Could this seemingly slutty senior, who's probably seen countless men, really be so inseparable from this
man's penis?
"That's a good idea," the man said. "It's nighttime and the light isn't good. This weekend, let's go to
a hotel outside the west gate and I'll take some good pictures of you. Hehe.
How did you feel tasting your own thing today? Let me tell you, if you want to be my sex slave, not only will you have to eat the cock I just used on your cunt, but when
I fuck your anus this weekend, you'll have to obediently swallow it too."
"Ah…you're so bad, my anus…is still a virgin." These words almost made Wu Song stumble
. He couldn't believe that this slutty senior's anus hadn't been used by a man yet.
"Oh?" The man seemed somewhat surprised as well. He paused, then said, "
Isn't that perfect? Deflowering you in your rear is the perfect symbol of me taking you as my slave."
"Oh dear, oh dear, you're really going too far..." Su Jianan said coquettishly, "...but what
can I do? I just can't resist you..."
"Fine, then say it now, say you're my sex slave."
"You're so mean, so mean...um, I, Su Jianan, am your sex slave, you are my master, and Ouyang
Ming is my master, okay?"
"Ouyang Ming!! It's him!" Wu Song's mind clicked, finally understanding why the man looked familiar
; he had indeed seen him not long ago. But this discovery shocked Wu Song even more.
Because Ouyang Ming was a freshman in the History Department this year! This freshman, in less than a year,
had taken a senior as his sex slave?
How could that be?!
"I told you it would be finished in ten days, but you only showed up twenty," the blacksmith
said calmly, handing the Thunder Halberd to Wu Song.
Wu Song could only manage a wry smile. Last night, he had been engrossed in watching Ouyang Ming and Su Jianan's lovemaking at the Bitter Boat Tower,
losing track of time until nearly midnight when he returned home. This one-night delay
was equivalent to ten days of "disappearance" in the game world.
What to do now? Wu Song thought as he walked along the road, halberd in hand. Penniless, should he become an
outlaw?
As he walked, he unknowingly arrived at the inn where he had stayed for the previous ten days. He hadn't
been there for the past ten days; surely he wouldn't be charged extra? Suddenly, Wu Song noticed a notice posted on the door.
He hadn't seen it before; it must have been put up during his ten days of "disappearance."
"Recruitment notice?" Wu Song's eyes lit up. "That's right, if I want to become a general, I might as well start as a foot soldier
."
"Name?" the officer asked without looking up.
"...Wu Song." He thought to himself that although few people used their real names in the game world, his
name was very ordinary, and it sounded like an ancient name. A true man doesn't change his name, so this name
was fine.
"I say, are you an infantryman?" the military commander asked, staring at the Thunder Halberd in Wu Song's hand. Indeed,
among those who came to join the army, his weapon was the most eye-catching.
"Uh... I just don't have a warhorse." Wu Song was embarrassed to say that he only had ten taels of silver, and
he had spent it all. He knew in his heart that his riding skills were quite good, even though he had never ridden a horse even once in the real world
. In this game world, his abilities were not related to those in the real world. His martial arts skills were similar
—of course, he couldn't have acquired them by practicing with a wooden stick in the forest for ten days; these skills
were something he had from the start of the game.
"Oh…" The military commander's attitude was indifferent, a hint of mockery playing on his lips. "If you earn
a horse on your own merit, I'll enlist you in the cavalry. For now, you'll remain an infantryman."
Wu Song hadn't expected the opportunity to come so quickly. He didn't even know who he
served in this world, only that his faction's name was "Northern Chu," a somewhat awkward name. That
very afternoon, his infantry unit received a mission to exterminate bandits.
"Kill!" Wu Song swung his Thunder Halberd, bravely charging into the bandit ranks, cutting down more than a dozen bandits in succession.
"This game is really well-made…" he muttered to himself. He had initially worried that such a realistic
game would make him nauseous from the bloodshed on the battlefield. But judging from the current situation, it seemed that very little blood was splattered when people were cut down
.
"You're the bandit leader?" Wu Song spotted a large, fat man ahead, his face fierce and menacing,
riding a blue horse and wielding a pair of enormous golden hammers. "You little brat—" Wu Song didn't wait for
a reply, and with a flick of his wrist, he swung his halberd.
His eyes were fixed on the blue horse beneath the leader. The leader raised his hammers to parry Wu Song's weapon, but before the hammers and
halberds clashed, Wu Song withdrew his halberd, turned, used the shaft to brace himself, and leaped behind the leader's horse. With a swift motion, he
thrust his halberd straight into the leader's back…
In just one day, Wu Song had killed forty-six bandits and, riding the stolen blue horse, entered
the cavalry camp of the Northern Chu army.
"This Northern Chu land is truly turbulent…" Wu Song thought. Since entering the cavalry camp, he
had been fighting for several days, eliminating bandits. His bravery and skill in battle quickly earned him a promotion to military commander—with twenty-five soldiers under his command
. On
the tenth day, the Northern Chu army arrayed themselves at the mouth of a mountain valley. Wu Song climbed to a high vantage point and observed that the opposing
camp looked vastly different from that of bandits.
"These... are they regular troops?" he thought. Just then, he saw banners waving and
men moving in the opposing camp, and at the same time, the bugles of his own camp sounded.
Wu Song mounted his horse and led his soldiers into the enemy ranks. The two sides clashed in close combat, engaging in
a fierce battle. Wu Song cut down several enemy generals in succession, becoming increasingly excited. He spotted the enemy commander's banner and,
without hesitation, spurred his horse forward.
Suddenly, Wu Song felt his body sway, his blue horse neighed loudly, stumbled, and threw him off. His
Thunder Halberd slipped from his grasp, and Wu Song tumbled several times, crashing into a roadside rock. It seemed that although he
possessed riding skills from the moment he entered the game, he wasn't very adept at recognizing fine horses; the blue horse he rode appeared
to be an inferior breed.
"Damn it—" Wu Song saw several enemy soldiers charging towards him, and he was unarmed.
When he entered the game, he only had ten taels of silver; eight taels were used to forge the Thunder Halberd, and two taels were used to stay at an inn
. He didn't even have a single short weapon for self-defense. "I can't die here!" Wu Song's mind raced. According to the game's rules, if
you died in the game, you had to wait thirty days in real life before you could re-enter the game, and you would have to
answer the questions again and spend money to buy more silver.
Wu Song struggled to his feet, trying to dodge to the side, but it was too late. An enemy soldier was already
beside him, raising his sword to strike.
"Clang!!" A loud crash echoed as the enemy soldier's sword was knocked away, and a burly man suddenly appeared beside Wu Song,
wielding a long-handled, wheel-shaped axe. The burly man swung his axe, felling several enemy soldiers nearby. Wu Song
rolled to his Thunder Halberd, grabbed it, and leaped into the air. The burly man rushed towards him,
and the two stood back-to-back, each wielding their weapon, watching the battle unfold around them.
"Great kindness needs no words of thanks!" Wu Song knew there was no room for words on the battlefield. He brandished his Thunder Halberd, "I am
Wu Song, the Sima of the Northern Chu Army!"
"Ouyang Liang!" the burly man roared, brandishing his own axe.
Ouyang Liang?! Wu Song was stunned.
Was this burly man Ouyang Ming's character in the game?
(To be continued)

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