[Wuxia] Erotic Jin Yong's Han Xiaoying

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The Han siblings share a secret, a secret known only to the two of them. It cannot be told to anyone, nor can it be shared with anyone else.

Han Baoju doesn't understand why Xiang would fall in love with his sister, nor why she doesn't refuse him. Since the incestuous relationship three years ago, this connection has never ceased. Of course, they neither intend nor can they stop it.

Han Xiaoying is kind-hearted yet forthright, possessing a voluptuous and alluring body. But this is a later development; even as a young child, the thought of possessing his sister has always occupied his mind, never ceasing. He doesn't know why, but the fact is, this thought is so strong that he can't think of anything else.

The Han siblings lost their parents at a young age and have relied on each other since childhood, their bond being unparalleled. When Han Xiaoying was little, she longed for a beautiful floral dress. To avoid disappointing his sister, Han Baoju secretly climbed into a wealthy man's house and stole a piece of fabric. He was discovered and severely beaten when he left; had it not been for the wealthy man's mercy, he would likely have died under the blows. Unable to steal the fabric, Han Baoju was beaten and fell seriously ill. But he wasn't discouraged at all. As soon as he recovered, he got up early and worked late, carrying water and chopping firewood to earn money to make a new dress for his sister.

Looking at the new dress, bought with his hard-earned money, Han Xiaoying cried with emotion, crying bitterly. She vowed: she would never leave her beloved brother again in this life!

To express her gratitude to her brother, Han Xiaoying put on the beautiful floral dress in front of Han Baoju.

For the first time, Han Baoju saw his sister's naked body so clearly: her shapely breasts, her nipples like tender, juicy red berries, her long, fair legs, and a tuft of light-colored hair between her legs… His blood boiling, Han Baoju impulsively embraced his charming sister. Han Xiaoying looked at her brother's erect penis and smiled, saying, "Brother, be gentle, don't hurt me." Han Baoju hugged his sister, grinning foolishly.

At that time, Han Baoju was a seventeen-year-old boy, while Han Xiaoying was only thirteen.

Although they had become sworn brothers with Ke Zhen'e, Zhu Cong, Nan Xiren, Zhang Asheng, Quan Jinfeng, and others, their close sibling bond remained unchanged. By chance, the seven brothers each encountered a master and finally honed their skills. Because the seven were chivalrous but eccentric, they were known as the "Seven Heroes of Jiangnan" or the "Seven Freaks of Jiangnan."

Three years ago, the Seven Freaks of Jiangnan clashed with the Huaiyang Gang for the sake of their friends, and the seven brothers faced off against more than a hundred masters of the Huaiyang Gang on the banks of the Yangtze River. At that time, Han Xiaoying was only sixteen years old and lacked combat experience. Although she killed two masters, she was also attacked and injured. If Han Baoju hadn't arrived in time, she would probably have died at the hands of the enemy masters.

Han Xiaoying was ambushed from behind by a Huaiyang Gang master. Although the attacker was killed by Han Baoju with a single whip, Han Xiaoying suffered a serious head injury.

The Seven Heroes of Jiangnan defeated the Huaiyang Gang, their fame spreading throughout the martial arts world. However, seeing Han Xiaoying on the verge of death, their joy turned to worry. Han Baoju was devastated, and the others, deeply attached to their sister, were also saddened. Returning to Jiaxing, they sought out renowned doctors throughout the city, but all were helpless. Han Xiaoying remained unconscious. Seeing his sister's health deteriorating day by day, and knowing she could die at any moment, Han Baoju nearly collapsed, acting like a madman, refusing to eat or drink, and rambling incoherently.

Seeing him constantly holding Han Xiaoying and refusing to put her down, the others tried to comfort him. Han Baoju said, "Our parents died when we were young, and my sister and I have relied on each other since childhood. Now that my sister is dying, how can I, as her older brother, bear not to see her off on her final journey?" Ke Zhen'e said, "Third brother, it's not a good idea for you to hold Seventh Sister like this. Why don't you let us take her away for you?" Han Baoju waved his hands repeatedly, as if afraid that someone would take his sister away, saying, "No need, no need. Seventh Sister has always only wanted me to hold her since she was little. She will be unhappy if you hold her." Ke Zhen'e was about to say something when Zhu Cong stopped him, saying, "Eldest brother, there's no need to persuade him. Let Third Brother

do it." Han Baoju suddenly exclaimed, "I almost forgot, Seventh Sister likes to play at the Iron Spear Temple. No, I'm going to take my sister to the Iron Spear Temple. Don't be afraid, sister, I'll take you there right now." With that, he picked up Han Xiaoying and ran towards the Iron Spear Temple like a whirlwind.

Zhang Asheng wanted to go with them, but Zhu Cong stopped him, saying, "Fifth Brother, don't go. Let your Third Brother have some peace and quiet." Zhang Asheng stamped his foot and said anxiously, "I'm afraid... Third Brother... Seventh Sister..." Ke Zhen'e said heavily, "Seventh Sister might not make it through the night." Zhu Cong choked up and said, "Third Brother and Seventh Sister have relied on each other since childhood, their bond is unparalleled. Tonight is Seventh Sister's... let Third Brother stay with her." Nan Xiren said, "Let's prepare for the funeral." Ke Zhen'e said, "Fourth Brother is right, let's prepare for Seventh Sister's funeral first."

Zhu Cong said, "Tonight, no one should go to the Iron Spear Temple. Let Third Brother and Seventh Sister spend this time in peace and quiet."

The Seven Heroes of Jiangnan had been inseparable since they became sworn brothers. Unexpectedly, they would part ways with their seventh brother today, and everyone felt sad and sighed.

Han Baoju carried his sister and ran all the way to the Iron Spear Temple. This Iron Spear Temple was dedicated to Wang Yanzhang, the famous general of the Five Dynasties period. Beside the temple stood a tall tower, its top atop where crows had nested for generations. Local villagers said the crows of the Iron Spear Temple were divine soldiers and generals, and had never dared to trespass, leading to their proliferation. Han Baoju kicked open the temple door, immediately smelling the stench of crow droppings and dust. The temple had been abandoned for many years and was now uninhabited.

Han Baoju gathered some dry grass, found a clean spot, spread it out as a mattress, took off his outer garment, and covered himself with it before gently placing his sister on it. Han Baoju sat beside her, gazing at his sister's pale face, as white as fresh snow, so peaceful, as if in a deep sleep. Tears welled in Han Baoju's eyes, and he sobbed, "Sister, please don't be hurt. Brother won't leave you."

Suddenly, he remembered the old man saying that the Iron Spear God of the Iron Spear Temple was responsive to all prayers and extremely efficacious. He immediately went to the statue of Wang Yanzhang and knelt down, kowtowing repeatedly. He pleaded, "Grandpa Iron Spear God, I beg you to have mercy and save my sister!" He then kowtowed repeatedly, "thump, thump, thump."

The days of fear and anxiety had left Han Baoju utterly exhausted. Sitting beside his sister, he drifted off to sleep before half a watch had passed. In his hazy state, he was transported back to his childhood, vividly recalling scenes of playing with his sworn brothers: his second brother reciting a tattered book, head bobbing; his sixth brother and he riding on the shoulders of the Iron Spear God statue, tugging at its beard; his eldest and fourth brothers pulling on one end of the iron spear, while his fifth brother pulled on the other, the three of them struggling; his seventh sister, only four or five years old then, with two little braids, clapping and laughing. A bright red ribbon tied to her braids was very pretty…

A colorful butterfly flew into the temple, fluttering before the hall. The seventh sister, amused, reached out to catch the butterfly. Startled, the butterfly flew out of the temple, and the seventh sister chased after it, giggling and calling out… “Sister, don’t go… Sister, don’t go…” Han Baoju awoke with a start from his sleep and saw Han Xiaoying lying motionless beside him, her breathing slowly and weakly. He couldn’t help but burst into tears. He choked out, “Sister’s gone, what will brother do?” He looked up at the statue and glared angrily, “Everyone says you’re so effective, why didn’t you save my sister? You made me kowtow for nothing! If anything happens to my sister…

I’ll definitely destroy this ghost temple!”

Han Baoju rambled on and on. Seeing his sister’s life hanging by a thread, as if her time was near, he couldn’t help but cry out in anguish again. Suddenly, he remembered what the villagers said: a wedding to ward off bad luck can cure illness. The problem was, where could he find a wedding to ward off bad luck? Han Baoju had a sudden inspiration: Isn’t a wedding night a happy occasion? But where could he find a bride? Besides, distant water can’t quench a nearby fire. What should he do? Han Baoju scratched his head, still at a loss. But he was unwilling to give up. Should he just give up? Looking at his unconscious sister, her slender and charming figure... a thought he would never normally dare to have surged into his mind: his sister was an unmarried virgin, and he was an unmarried man. Wouldn't they be a perfect match? Although sibling relations violated human ethics, saving lives was the priority, and he couldn't care less about taboos.

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