The Legend of Lustful Skills

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Zhang Jinghou, with Yu'er in his arms, sat in a strange carriage.

The carriage was made of hardwood, square and painted entirely black, without any decorative patterns, simple and unadorned.
It had no roof, was boat-shaped, and narrow enough to seat two people side-by-side. It was five feet long, with a long seat at each end,
so it could accommodate a maximum of four people. The four wheels were level with the carriage body. Most strangely, the carriage had no rider towing it,
nor any harness for securing the rider.

The carriage was parked in the center of a small, enclosed hut. Inside, there was nothing but the carriage. The walls were only
two feet away from the carriage. At the rear of the brick wall, there was a small door large enough for two people to pass side-by-side, leading to a tunnel
connecting to the small room where Zhang Jinghou had met Xiangmei. A round log, one foot in diameter, protruded from the wall beside the door,
resting against the rear of the carriage.

The floor inside was paved with bluestone, with two rows of shallow, parallel grooves, each about five inches deep, carved across the hut. The carriage
wheels fit perfectly into these grooves, without the slightest deviation.

As usual, Zhang Jinhou's arm encircled Yu'er's slender waist, pulling her close to his body. His hand
moved to her chest, grasping her full breasts, which were too large for his hand to fully encircle, and gently kneading them. Yu'er
nestled broad chest, her eyes slightly closed, her face showing an unusual shyness.

Zhang Jinhou's other hand pressed against a blue brick in the wall, the brick sinking three inches into the wall. A slight scraping
sound followed, and the brick wall of the small house facing the front of the vehicle slid into the side wall, revealing a dark, square
opening just large enough for the vehicle to enter. The floor inside the opening also had shallow grooves, which connected to the shallow grooves inside the house. With a series of clanging sounds from the rear wall of the vehicle,
the tunnel door behind them closed, and at the same time, the logs surged forward, pushing the strange vehicle rapidly into the dark tunnel. The dark tunnel sloped downwards, forming
a ramp, and under the pull of gravity, the vehicle moved faster and faster.

In the darkness, Zhang Jinhou held the warm and docile Yu'er, indulging in the sweet taste of her tongue, his hands and feet not
idle either.

Zhang Jinhou's legs intertwined with Yu'er's long, firm legs, pulling her down onto him, his arms
holding her tightly . Her large, soft breasts pressed against his chest, incredibly comfortable and soft. Zhang Jinhou's
hands grasped and squeezed Yu'er's high, protruding buttocks, occasionally digging into her cleft to rub, eliciting
soft moans . Zhang Jinhou forcefully suppressed the urge to thrust his thick penis into her flower, focusing solely on enjoying this moment of tenderness.

Yu'er's arms remained obediently at her sides; she knew Zhang Jinhou preferred women who were submissive and allowed themselves to be played with,
rather than those who moved independently.

The car moved smoothly, without the slightest sway. The wind whistled past their ears; the speed was extremely fast.
After a short while, the car began to slow down, and the tunnel began to slope upwards. Suddenly, with a "thud,"
something carriage—a thorny chain! The carriage tipped over, caught on one of the thorns, and
pulled upwards at a steady pace.

A square hole in the darkness ahead gleamed with light.

Zhang Jinghou, arm in arm with Yu'er, got out of the carriage. Yu'er's face was still flushed, and she looked at Zhang Jinghou with delight; her previous
cold expression had vanished. Zhang Jinghou pretended not to notice, inwardly sighing: Even a fairy couldn't resist such temptation!

It was the same small house, except now a log against the front of the carriage was being held in place. Zhang Jinghou pressed down on a brick, and
the corner of the house slid open, revealing a tunnel entrance. The two embraced and entered the tunnel, soon arriving at a strange little room.

The walls of the room had copper tubes inserted at Zhang Jinghou's ear level, each tube opening only
five inches wide and spaced five inches apart, forty in total.

Zhang Jinghou pressed his ear to each tube, listening intently, then suddenly stopped at one,
a strange expression on his face. Zhang Jinghou said to Yu'er, "Come and listen." Yu'er also put her ear to the tube opening.
Soft breathing and moaning sounds came from inside. Yu'er focused her inner energy on her eardrums, and the sounds immediately became clear. Even the strange sound like a stick pounding mud, which
she hadn't heard seemed to be right in front of her ears.

Yu'er looked at the "31" written above the copper tube and said, "That's Feng'er's room. They're practicing.

What was that strange sound?"

Zhang Jinghou smiled and said, "What kind of sound would it make if a hard, rod-like object were inserted into a wet, fleshy hole?"

Yu'er's face suddenly flushed red, and she said, "I know."

Zhang Jinghou's expression suddenly turned serious, and he said, "This isn't practicing martial arts; this is lust."

Feng'er had a round face, large, round eyes, thick eyebrows, a round nose
, and cherry-like lips with a full lower lip, making her mouth round as well. Her entire doll-like face was extremely beautiful and cute, so she
looked she was only thirteen or fourteen years old. But her breasts were full and beautifully rounded, and the curves of her shoulders, arms, waist, and legs
were well-defined and shapely, revealing that she was probably around twenty years old.

She lay on top of a young man covered in fine hair and with strong, muscular muscles, violently swaying her
slender , round breasts bounced on her chest like waves, and her round, high, plump buttocks
rose and fell rhythmically, accompanied by a sound like a stick pounding mud. She moaned like a wildcat, her voice incredibly melodious.

The man beneath her had a prominent nose and broad eyes, a heroic and imposing appearance, broad shoulders and thick arms, and a slender yet powerful waist
. He was moving in rhythm with Feng'er's plump buttocks. Suddenly, he exerted force in his waist, and the rhythm suddenly increased. Feng'er was caught off guard,
her body went limp on him, moaning continuously, her eyes tightly closed, her expression one of pure pleasure. The man exerted force for a while,
panting heavily, and his movements slowed down.

Feng'er said coquettishly, "Are you trying to die? You didn't even give me a warning."

The man grabbed her breasts and kneaded them roughly, laughing, "What's wrong? Can't take it anymore?"

Feng'er snorted and said, "Who's afraid of who? Let's see again."

The man laughed loudly and suddenly exerted force again. Feng'er was prepared and twisted her plump buttocks at the same time. In an instant, a loud "plop"

sound arose, and even the panting and moaning stopped. Both of them gritted their teeth and exerted force. Suddenly, they both groaned at the same time,
hugging each other and not moving, panting heavily. After a long while, they groped their way to their feet.

Feng'er said, "I feel so good, how about you?"

The man was about to speak when he suddenly caught a dark shadow in the doorway out of the corner of his eye. He turned his head and exclaimed in horror,
"Master!"

Feng'er glanced at the doorway and also exclaimed in horror, "Master!"

The two of them rolled off the bed and knelt on the ground at the same time.

Zhang Jinghou walked in from the doorway with Yu'er in his arms.

Zhang Jinhou laughed and said, "When did you all become so particular about etiquette?"

Feng'er giggled, stood up, walked to Zhang Jinhou, grabbed his arm, shook it from side to side, and
said coquettishly, "Master, your sudden arrival reminded us of your usual majesty, and we are grateful for your kindness, so we are so
apprehensive ."

"Sweet little mouth, come and give me a kiss." Zhang Jinhou wrapped his arm around Feng'er's slender waist, his hand naturally touching
her full breasts, and lowered his head to suckle her fragrant tongue. Feng'er was not tall, petite and delicate, which only accentuated her
full breasts and high hips, her waist still slender and flexible. She had to stand on tiptoe to reach Zhang Jinhou's mouth.

The man also stood up, grabbed the clothes from the bedside, and draped them over himself.

Feng'er blushed and panted softly as he kissed her.

Zhang Jinghou released her tongue and laughed, "What will you two do? You must have done something to betray me, and have something to
hide ."

Feng'er stole a glance at the man, seeing him standing silently to the side, she felt a surge of resentment. She nestled into
Zhang Jinghou's arms and said sweetly, "Master is so wise, nothing can be hidden from you. Feng'er and Senior Brother Feilong
were practicing martial arts when we were aroused by lust and couldn't control ourselves. Please punish me, Master."

Zhang Jinghou embraced both of them, his hands not idle, gently kneading and playing with the breasts of the two beauties. Although Feng'er's breasts were quite
full , they were still much smaller than Yu'er's. However, Yu'er's breasts were soft and elastic, and felt firm to the touch,
while Feng'er's were soft and yielding, her fingers sinking in even without pressure. They were truly soft and yielding. Both had
their own strengths and beauty, and it was impossible to say who was superior.

Feng'er suddenly felt a chilling current pierce her shoulder blade from Zhang Jinghou's grasp on her breast. Her arm involuntarily
shot upwards, striking at Feilong in front of her. Terrified, she cried out, "Master!"

Feilong, caught off guard, couldn't dodge. Feng'er's arm swept across his shoulder, the icy true energy seeping into
his body , instantly paralyzing half his body, rendering him immobile. He exclaimed in horror, "What is Xiao Feng doing?" Suddenly realizing Feng'er didn't possess
such power, he looked at Zhang Jinghou in disbelief, "Master?"

Zhang Jinghou withdrew his energy and looked at Feilong. "Xiao Fei, your skill has regressed rather than improved these past few days. Do you know
why ?"

Fei Long lowered his head dejectedly and said, "Disciple understands."

Zhang Jinhou said solemnly, "Do you really understand? The sexual cultivation we practice may seem like indulgence, but it actually
focuses on guarding one's true essence. It emphasizes the balance of Yin and Yang, strengthening the foundation and cultivating the source, so that one year of cultivation can be equivalent to three years of cultivation for others. Now
it seems that Feng'er can relax, but you cannot be careless in the slightest.
Otherwise, at the moment when you reach the peak of desire, it will be like a door wide open, and others can easily take your true essence." "Yuan. I saw you hold onto your true essence at
the last moment; at least these years of training haven't been in vain. Sexual intercourse is fundamental to human reproduction and survival, and appropriate
sexual activity can also harmonize yin and yang. I won't blame you, after all, you are still young. The mistake was that you indulged in it
to the point that your skills declined. Lust is only a momentary pleasure, while the ultimate goal of martial arts is eternal joy. It's
like abandoning the bright moon to pursue the light of a firefly. You are the most promising among all the male disciples to inherit my skills.
Don't you think that disappoints me?"

Feilong knelt on the ground. Sweating profusely, he said, "This disciple has failed Master's expectations. Master's wake-up call
has made me realize my mistakes. I will remember this lesson and never forget it."

Feng'er pressed her face against Zhang Jinghou's chest and said, "It's not entirely Second Senior Brother's fault. Feng'er is also at fault. I
pestered Second Senior Brother to play with me."

Zhang Jinghou used various techniques, condensing his true energy to rub her nipples, and said, "Little girl, you don't use your cleverness
in a useful way.

I see that you and your senior sister started learning martial arts at the same time, but your skills are so different. Did you disobey my orders and peek at Mei'er
practicing?"

"

Feng'er's ample breasts were stretched and deformed like dough in Zhang Jinghou's hands. Feng'er kept her mind focused, her face still flushed
, and she barely managed to say, 'How can that be the same? Senior Sister was personally trained by you. If you personally
trained Feng'er, Feng'er could also reach Senior Sister's level of skill. Right, Senior Sister?'

Yu'er was also enduring Zhang Jinghou's demonic hands and spat, 'You're just playing around and don't practice properly. You always make excuses.'

Zhang Jinghou laughed and said, 'Haven't I trained you enough? Do you want me to train you for a month?'

Feng'er giggled and said, 'No, give it to your Yu'er.'

Zhang Jinghou said, 'Good little girl, you dare to play games with me. When did you start peeking at Mei'er?'

Feng'er glanced at Feilong and said, 'Only a few days.' Suddenly, she felt a cold true energy pierce her arm, and

with a 'smack,' her own hand slapped heavily on her high buttocks, and a red palm
print immediately appeared on her snow-white buttocks." Feng'er groaned in pain, horrified, "Master, what kind of skill is this? My hands won't obey me
!"

Zhang Jinghou coldly said, "Not only did you peep yourself, but you also taught Xiao Fei to peep." Suddenly noticing that Feng'er and Feilong's
expressions were more of amusement than surprise, he had a sudden thought and shouted, "Feng'er, you even let Xiao Fei sleep with Mei'er!"

Feng'er and Feilong turned ashen-faced and said in unison, "How did you know?"

Zhang Jinghou angrily said, "You two little devils, you think you can cheat in front of your master? See how I punish you. Take
me to see Mei'er now, Xiao Fei stays!"

Feng'er pressed a mechanism, and the brick wall slowly receded, revealing a small door. The three of them turned the corner, and their eyes were filled with
light. Compared to the dark, simple, and monotonous brick-walled rooms outside, this was a magnificent palace.

It was a very large room, with sixteen braziers hanging from the roof by iron chains, burning flames two feet high,
making the entire room as bright as day. The entire floor and walls were
paved were reliefs of various unique depictions of men and women in sexual intercourse. Their expressions of excitement and ecstasy were lifelike, with even the smallest details, like individual hairs,
clearly visible, a truly breathtaking sight. Directly opposite the door, against the wall, was a large, single piece of high-quality jade in a circular platform. On the platform,
a dozen or so naked beauties sat, lay, stood, knelt, or squatted in a semi-circle, crowding around the platform. Upon closer inspection, it became clear that
all the beauties were carved from jade. Their eyes were inlaid with black crystal, their hair, eyebrows, and pubic hair were finely carved black jade
, and their nipples, lips, and labia were dark red agate. The jade itself was delicate, smooth, pure white, and flawless, just like
the skin of the beauties. Moreover, the beauties had different expressions—smiling, solemn, flirtatious, or dozing—and even upon close inspection, they seemed almost
real .

All three gazes were fixed on a beautiful woman reclining on her side, her hand as a pillow, eyes closed in repose, seemingly resting on the throne. Suddenly,
the woman opened her eyes, and a captivating light flashed in her clear, black and white pupils. Anyone unaware of the situation
would be astonished, for the woman's skin blended seamlessly with the jade sculpture behind her, its color and luster
indistinguishable , making her appear as if she too were a jade sculpture.

Yu'er and Feng'er both looked dejected. They glanced at the woman, then at themselves, knowing their skin was fair or...
Compared to her, Feng'er's skin lacked luster. Yu'er was slightly better, as she wore a sheer robe, while Feng'er was completely
naked .
Her usually fair and radiant skin now appeared dull and lifeless. Fortunately, she was in charge of looking after this stunning beauty, and after seeing her many times, she quickly adjusted her mindset, though her gaze still couldn't help but linger on Feng'er's shapely
body .

Zhang Jinhou released Yu'er and Feng'er's breasts, which he had been fondling, and sat at the beauty's feet. He reached out and ran his hand up
her calves, across her firm thighs, her round, plump buttocks, her slender waist,
her pink shoulders, her jade-like neck, and then down to her full, high breasts. He stopped there, kneading and pinching them
in various ways, deforming them at will. Her breasts weren't as large as Yu'er's, but they weren't
much , very elastic, and the skin was incredibly smooth and tender, making them feel incredibly pleasurable to touch.

Yu'er and Feng'er stared in disbelief as Zhang Jinghou kneaded their breasts with the force of a chef kneading dough. They remembered that
Zhang Jinghou had never treated their breasts like this before; even when he used force, he always knew when to stop. But now he was using every ounce of strength
he could muster—what a brutal and destructive act! They feared their breasts would be bruised and swollen, and in excruciating pain afterward. Thankfully, he hadn't
used his full strength yet, or their beautiful breasts would surely burst. Yu'er stole glances at Zhang Jinghou, seeing his eyes blazing with a fire she
had never seen before. A sense of fear, yet also a faint excitement, filled her with anticipation for
the stimulation that would occur if he treated her like this.

The beautiful woman stared intently at Zhang Jinghou, her expression unchanged, her body completely
still . After a while, her eyes blazed brightly, and her breathing quickened noticeably; she seemed to be unable to bear Zhang Jinghou's ruthless treatment
. Suddenly, Zhang Jinhou felt a cool, powerful energy emanating from the soft breasts in his hands, filling them
completely . As he squeezed, the energy swirled within, dissipating his grip. The round breasts, like fish
, slipped from his palms and bounced to the side, as if coated in oil. Zhang Jinhou was astonished. He tried grabbing and
pulling with both hands, but no matter how he changed his technique, the breasts remained slippery, bouncing and escaping his grasp.
Yu'er Feng'er, witnessing this strange sight, were like children trying to catch fish, utterly dumbfounded.

Zhang Jinhou laughed loudly, "Interesting, interesting! I never expected you to have grasped the 'dissipation' technique. Very well, let's see
how you apply this 'dissipation' technique to martial arts." He walked to the center of the room, standing facing the beautiful woman on the throne,
giving the impression of a towering mountain.

The beautiful woman gracefully sat up, her jade-like hand lightly brushing aside her flowing hair that cascaded down to her feet,
the movement light and graceful, utterly captivating. With each rise and fall of her arm, her full, round breasts bounced
slightly, trembling slightly. She slowly stood up, lifting her jade-like leg, and walked towards Zhang Jinghou. Every movement
was elegant and refined, as if carefully planned.

Zhang Jinghou and the other two stared at the woman's every move, their hearts deeply captivated by her beauty.
Zhang Jinghou felt a surge of desire to possess her and to play with her at will, just as he had felt when he first saw her lying there
. Strangely, Yu'er and Feng'er also had the same thought.

The beautiful woman approached Zhang Jinghou and said softly, "Brother Jing, come, let's play. I'll make you
very happy."

Zhang Jinghou blankly shifted his gaze from her alluring body to her clear eyes.

"Ah!" The beautiful woman gasped, taking a step back, her face turning deathly pale.

Zhang Jinhou laughed loudly, "I'll only be fooled by you once. How about it,
what's it like to have your heart pulled back, Mei'er?"

Yu'er and Feng'er suddenly snapped out of their daze, still unaware of what had happened.

The beautiful woman returned to normal, smiling sweetly, "How many times have I told you, my name is Lin Qing'er,
not Mei'er."

Zhang Jinhou laughed, "Soon you'll be called Mei'er."

"I've never seen anyone as unreasonable and domineering as you," Lin Qing'er said.

“I’ll say it again: if you can defeat my sword, you can leave as you please,”

Lin Qing’er chuckled. “I’ve never been so confident as I am today. Just now, your demonic hands tormented me so much that I suddenly
grasped the ‘Disarm’ technique. Now you can’t touch me at all.”

“Is that so? Have I told you about the ‘Entangle’ technique?”

Lin Qing’er’s expression changed slightly, then she laughed again. “Now that I know the ‘Disarm’ technique, the ‘Entangle’ technique is
easy to understand. What’s so difficult about it? You still can’t entangle me.”

Zhang Jinhou tossed her a sword, flicked it, and it emitted a “humming” sound. “Then
let’s try it .”

Lin Qing’er caught the sword and immediately launched an attack. Her sword strikes were faster than lightning, ruthless and accurate, aimed straight for a vital point.
Zhang Jinhou’s body swayed slightly, and in the blink of an eye, he dodged the sword tip. His sword met Lin Qing’er’s sword, instantly causing
her sword to fly out of her hand. This was the “Disarm” technique.

Lin Qing'er was greatly shocked. She quickly composed herself, calmed her mind, and blocked Zhang Jinghou's thrusting sword with her own.
She immediately used the "Dispel" technique, swirling her true energy around the sword to neutralize Zhang Jinghou's attack. Unexpectedly, Zhang Jinghou's
concentrated true energy on the sword spun along with it, producing a long, resounding "whoosh." Lin Qing'er felt a force on the sword, the opposite of her own grip strength. This force wasn't very strong, but it suddenly surged in just
as her blocking power was exhausted and her neutralizing power was about to be unleashed. It jolted her fingers open, and the sword flew out of her hand. Zhang Jinghou swung his sword in an arc through the air, but Lin Qing'er's sword seemed glued to it, not falling. A flash of light, and after spinning once, the sword returned to Lin Qing'er's hand. Lin Qing'er stared blankly at the sword in her hand, only coming back to her senses after a long while. Zhang Jinghou said, "This is the 'Entanglement' technique." Lin Qing'er asked blankly, "Why is your swordsmanship so much better than before?" Feng'er smiled and said, "Because Master didn't use his true swordsmanship before." Lin Qing'er looked at Feng'er and asked, "Why is that?" Feng'er smiled and said, "That's how Master teaches swordsmanship." Lin Qing'er looked at Zhang Jinghou and saw him smiling without speaking, and asked, "Why are you using it now?" Yu'er and Feng'er also looked at Zhang Jinghou in confusion. Zhang Jinghou smiled and said, "Because I want to let you go." Lin Qing'er, Yu'er, and Feng'er all trembled. "Because I also want to go out, the time to go out has finally come." Zhang Jinghou laughed loudly. Feng'er's face lit up with joy and she smiled and said, "The day has finally come." Lin Qing'er couldn't help but show joy as well, but Yu'er remained expressionless. Zhang Jinghou smiled and said, "However, the restraint is still in effect. You cannot leave my side until you can surpass my swordsmanship." Lin Qing'er's face darkened again. Zhang Jinghou continued, "There is a way to be exempt from the restraint, which is to worship..."

"I'll be your master, what?"

Lin Qing'er snorted coldly, saying, "I admit your swordsmanship is good enough to be my master, but I still have
a way to defeat you."

She glanced at Zhang Jinhou, her eyes filled with a resentful longing, her beautiful eyes captivating, as if she could

hold the gaze of Zhang Jinhou and the other two. A smile appeared on Lin Qing'er's lips, she raised her jade hand, took Zhang Jinhou's arm,
her high breasts lightly touching his arm, and said softly, "Brother Jin, come and play with me, okay? But you can't pinch
my breasts, just touch them gently, okay? Be gentle, it will hurt me."

Zhang Jinhou reached out and touched Lin Qing'er's breasts in a daze, his eyes burning with desire. Yu'er and Feng'er also blushed,
their desire burning fiercely. Lin Qing'er led him to the throne, and seeing the cloth between his legs gradually bulging, she was overjoyed, thinking to herself, " So this is

what happens to you too ." Yet, a faint unease lingered. The two sat close together on the beautiful throne, Zhang Jinghou's hands roaming over Lin Qing'er's body, his mouth sucking on her offered
tongue . Lin Qing'er undressed him, her jade-like hands caressing his thick penis. After a while, Lin Qing'er sensed something amiss, her eyes glancing downwards, her body trembling violently. If her tongue hadn't been in Zhang Jinghou's mouth, she would have cried out in shock. She saw Zhang Jinghou's lower body, as thick as an arm, red as embers, burning hot to the touch, the glans erect and as large as a fist, like a venomous snake opening its mouth to devour. Lin Qing'er was filled with doubt and suspicion, glancing at herself... The beautiful flower core, still small and tightly closed like a slit despite having sucked countless men's thick penises , thought of her own! The Female Mind Technique allows her vagina to contract and expand at will, accommodating an object as thick as a man's wrist without pain. However, due to physiological limitations, she had never seen such a huge penis before, let alone tried inserting it. She wondered what it would be like to insert it into her flower core. Lin Qing'er turned her eyes and saw Zhang Jinghou staring at her with bright, clear eyes, without the slightest hint of intoxication or frenzy. A realization dawned on her; she knew she had fallen for his trick again. Such a massive object could not be natural; it must be something he had used... Out! A similar cultivation method to the female mental technique, thickening his penis. Lin Qing'er couldn't help but feel a surge of competitive spirit. She gritted her teeth, a sharp pain shooting through her tongue, only then realizing that her tongue was still in Zhang Jinghou's mouth. Ignoring it, she gripped his rock-hard penis tightly with her jade-like hand , forcing the large glans into her delicate flower core. Only halfway in, she felt a tearing pain in her vagina, so intense that tears welled up in Lin Qing'er's eyes, and she could no longer concentrate on the female mental technique. Little did she know that Zhang Jinghou was experiencing the same pain; his own thick penis, already engorged with blood, was throbbing and numb. It felt as if she were tightly bound by an iron ring, her blood flowing backward, the pain excruciating, as if her blood vessels were about to burst. Zhang Jinghou quickly pulled out his massive penis, thinking he would never insert it into that small hole again until it shrank back to its original size. Zhang Jinghou's pulling action immediately caused Lin Qing'er excruciating pain. Ignoring the possibility of injuring her tongue, she hurriedly pulled her tongue out from between Zhang Jinghou's teeth, broke free from his embrace, knelt at his feet, and said, "Master, your disciple Lin Qing'er admits defeat. Please forgive Qing'er's past disrespect. Qing'er is willing to follow and serve Master forever." [The End]

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