[Hetu] [Heavenly Demon] [Episode 9] Chapter 7

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Chapter Seven: Pleasure Under the Aphrodisiac

The thick, erect penis, which Yang Cun was so proud of, swelled to almost the size of a child's fist

. A drop of clear fluid seeped from the tip of the glans, pointing towards Lan Yue. Lan Yue didn't answer, completely collapsing her body and

gently licking it with her tongue.

This was undoubtedly a scene of decadent lust and unrestrained debauchery. With a "boom," blood rushed to his head, and

Yang Cun became completely reckless. He suddenly stood up, pulled Lan Yue to her knees in front of him, and

forcefully into her mouth.

Although the experienced Lan Yue was almost knocked over, she immediately hid her teeth to avoid injuring

the huge object in her mouth.

Before, because Lan Yue was lying down, he couldn't see what his treasure looked like in her mouth, but now, looking down,

he could see it clearly.

The enormous penis filled her small mouth to the brim, and just watching Lan Yue try to swallow was enough to drive him to

endless madness. Holding her head down, Yang Cun began to thrust vigorously.

The rough and domineering movements brought a fatal sense of satisfaction, and coupled with Lan Yue's knowing cooperation

and the tender flesh of her automatically contracting throat, the pleasure Yang Cun experienced was in no way inferior to

the ecstasy brought by the small mouth beneath him.

The rough pubic hair rubbed against her delicate skin, and with each back-and-forth movement, his swaying testicles slapped her

chin. The saliva secreted during this process, unable to be swallowed, was forced from

the mouth and slowly dripped from the corners of her mouth onto her white, high breasts.

Lan Yue's eyes were slightly closed, her hands resting on Yang Cun's thighs, a look of utter intoxication on her face. That devotion, even a

single , could evoke a special kind of emotion beyond passion.

With this continued action, a massive surge of pleasure rose within Yang Cun. Suppressing his trembling, and

disregarding whether Lan Yue's cherry lips could withstand so many rounds of action, he simply pressed her head down and

sighed, "Lan Yue, so comfortable, so incredibly comfortable. Experienced women are just different, Lan Yue... Lan Yue...

ah..."

Exhausted by this, Lan Yue had no strength left, her consciousness even beginning to fade. Her facial

muscles were numb and devoid of feeling, and her lips no longer felt the burning sensation of being rubbed.

She was being manipulated by Yang Cun like a rag doll, using the skills she had learned in the brothel to serve him.

Her dazed expression and alluring body could drive a man to the brink of madness with just a glance. Yang Cun's eyes were red;

aside from the primal movements, he could hear and see nothing more. A tingling shiver rose up his spine, and his mind went

blank like never before.

"Ah..."

His heart pounded violently, his penis hard to its limit. Any more, and it would explode

. Under the waves of pleasure, his penis began to throb violently. The tip of his penis stretched comfortably, and in that

instant, the suppressed fluid gushed out, slamming into Lan Yue's throat.

In that instant, Yang Cun was almost driven mad with pleasure! The pleasure was indescribable.

After a muffled groan, he tightly embraced Lan Yue's head, pressing her face against his inner thigh. Yang Cun

breathed heavily, his low growls mingling with his own, and released himself completely, all of it entering Lan Yue's mouth.

The pleasure of ejaculation could send one soaring to the heavens, but after that intensely pleasurable stiffness, his legs began

to weaken.

The excessive semen made it impossible for Lan Yue to swallow. A torrent of fluid rushed into her throat, choking her and making her

want to cough, but the penis still in her mouth prevented her from doing so. She could only desperately suppress the burning urge.

"Baby, you're so amazing. I feel so good..." he gasped, truly reluctant to pull his now-soft

penis out of her mouth.

"Mmm..." Lan Yue stammered, looking up, her teary eyes gleaming with an alluring light.

Because her small mouth couldn't close, strands of milky white semen slid from the corners of her lips. Her whole appearance possessed a

disheveled beauty, the kind that most stimulated a man's desire for satisfaction.

Under her pleading gaze, Yang Cun reluctantly withdrew from those intoxicating cherry lips, and with his

movement , a large amount of semen was brought out.

"Master..." Lan Yue smiled seductively, scraping the semen off with her fingers and putting it back in her mouth, then sticking out

her tongue to lick the filth off his penis clean.

"Lan Yue...you..." Each lick felt like a lick on his heart. Yang Cun couldn't remain calm; his

heart continued to pound wildly. Staring at Lan Yue's slightly trembling nipple, he reached out and pinched it, his voice hoarse as he said, "Lan Yue,

you are truly a natural beauty, capable of taking a man's life."

"Is that so?" Lan Yue smiled alluringly, the strange confusion in her eyes not fading, looking at Yang Cun with an unpredictable

expression, "Then, would you, my lord, be willing to give your life for me?"

"Hehe, to die under the peony flower, even as a ghost, is still romantic. I, Yang, would naturally..." As soon as Lan Yue finished speaking, Yang

Cun's face still held a harmless smile, but his heart suddenly skipped a beat. He silently reached out and pressed her head down, continuing,

"No."

What a joke, better to live a miserable life than to die a good death. Even if he became a romantic ghost, what good would it do? It's better to live well.

"Hehehehe, my lord's words are truly heartbreaking." Covering her lips and chuckling, Lan Yue glanced at him

sideways , saying, "I've served you well enough, yet you won't even say a word to comfort me."

Is this... still Lan Yue? Or was this simply her true nature?

Yang Cun didn't know. The only thing he knew was that when he placed his hand on her head, he noticed her inner strength

gradually dissipating, while his own began to recover.

Did this mean that this woman was now completely subservient to him? That he could do whatever he wanted with her?

A tempting, almost sinful thought crossed Yang Cun's mind. He sniffed the air, but detected no conspiracy. Instead

, as he sat down to rest on the bed, a beautiful woman appeared in his arms.

"Master, you must pamper me properly," Lan Yue said, seemingly

unconcerned about his presence, lying naked in his arms. Her slender fingers traced patterns on Yang Cun's chest, and she grasped his hand,

seductively saying, "Master, I'm still feeling quite uncomfortable. How will you pamper me?"

As she spoke, she placed Yang Cun's large hand on her proud, erect breasts, her delicate hand reaching down to grasp

his manhood and begin to gently knead it. Simultaneously, she leaned down, pressing herself against Yang Cun.

This must be a case of being pounced on, right? But what's surprising is that it's a woman pounced on him? And this

woman is so thirsty? Does she think I'm Superman? I just ejaculated, how could I get up again so quickly?

His thighs were clamped between a pair of jade-like legs, swaying erratically. That area was already soaking wet, and now it was pressed against

his body, sticky and uncomfortable. Even without seeing it, Yang Cun

could perfectly imagine the scene of her vagina dripping with lustful fluids.

The woman on top of him seemed to be in the throes of intense desire, arching her back, revealing her round, pert

buttocks . She nestled against his neck, moaning like a female animal in heat.

"Mmm...mmm...My lord, I...I feel so uncomfortable..."

How did this woman suddenly become so horny? It's like she's taken an aphrodisiac.

Yang Cun casually wondered, then suddenly realized something was wrong and immediately rewound.

An aphrodisiac? Even if there were, it would make sense to give it to him, not to a woman who came to seduce him? Was he

afraid she wasn't seductive enough, or not putting in enough effort?

A thought flashed through his mind, and Yang Cun thrust forward, flipping them over and taking the initiative, pinning

Lan Yue beneath him.

"Mmm..." A simple movement immediately elicited a comfortable moan from Lan Yue.

"Lan Yue, are you alright?" Still harboring doubts, Yang Cun lifted Lan Yue's chin to meet her gaze.

"My lord, please give me..." Lan Yue, restlessly arching beneath him, met Yang Cun's

gaze, paused for three or four seconds before regaining her composure, and while touching Yang Cun's muscles, said, "

I'm fine, what are you doubting, my lord?"

The fact that she asked this question proved she was alright.

I knew it, a woman like Lan Yue wouldn't need aphrodisiacs.

Smiling indifferently, Yang Cun discovered that his penis, which had just ejaculated, was now

erect again under Lan Yue's caresses and teasing.

Since she was in so much pain, as a man with blood and energy, I couldn't just stand by and watch a beauty suffer

without doing anything, could I? That would be really too unkind.

It seems that Mr. Yang has never been such an unkind person: "Cough cough..." I feel that my lung capacity is still a bit

too large.

Looking at Lan Yue under him, frowning and twisting restlessly, Yang Cun's chivalrous heart flared up. He unceremoniously spread her legs and placed them on his arms, exposing her entire vulva to him

without any cover . 　　The small and delicate genitals did not show any signs of the black fungus he had imagined. They were pink with a mysterious purple hue. The two thick and moderately sized labia were closed, protecting the contents inside. With the movement of spreading her legs, they parted, revealing that mysterious little hole. From there, pale white vaginal fluid was constantly seeping out, flowing over her perineum and moistening her anus. The pubic hair, which was not particularly thick to begin with, was even wetter and clumped together... 　　No matter how you looked at it, it looked like a vulva waiting to be enjoyed. After watching for a while, and sensing that Lan Yue, who hadn't stopped writhing, was reaching her breaking point, Yang Cun aimed at the entrance of her vagina. Amidst the constantly seeping vaginal fluid, he lowered his waist and thrust in, all the way to the hilt. 　　Since she wasn't a virgin, there was no need to worry about hurting her. Besides, she was already so wet; this was definitely the kind of stimulation she wanted. So Yang Cun's penetration was merciless. 　　"Oh...it's fucking comfortable..." As soon as he entered, he was surrounded by the inner walls of her vagina, and then began to move irregularly with pressure, making his penis throb with excitement inside. 　　"Ah..." Lan Yue also moaned comfortably, as if all the pain and suffering had been relieved. She tilted her beautiful little head back, closed her eyes, and murmured, "Mmm...Master...it feels so good...you're so amazing..." Then she opened her eyes and looked at Yang Cun, something seemed to flash in her hazy eyes, and she was in so much pain that she couldn't speak. "Baby, what's wrong?" Noticing the stiffness of the person beneath him, Yang Cun asked. 　　"It's alright." Lan Yue resumed her alluring demeanor, hooking her arms around Yang Cun's neck, even draping her legs over his waist , her body swaying back and forth. 　　"My lord, please be gentle with me, be good... be fierce... cherish me..." 　　Was this implying she wasn't brave enough? She didn't even ask if her brother agreed. A strange He sat up, pressing Lan Yue's legs against her chest, and began to thrust violently. The sounds of flesh colliding created a passionate melody. 　　"Ah... um ah..." Under the forceful impact, Lan Yue's body swayed incessantly, her eyes closed as she exaggeratedly moaned, until finally it became a disjointed plea: "My lord, I can't... I can't take it anymore... ah... ah ah..." 　　The thrusting stopped abruptly, and before Lan Yue's body could spasm, Yang Cun withdrew. Lan Yue, about to reach her climax, was stuck there, neither up nor down, on the verge of tears. 　　"My lord...my lord..." 　　"Good girl, don't worry, I won't neglect you." Panting and waiting for his strength to recover, Yang Cun wiped the sweat from his brow. 　　Sexual intercourse, beneficial to both body and mind, is physically demanding. No matter how strong one's abilities, there will eventually be exhaustion, so it's important to know when to stop, rest, and then continue. 　　"Then...my lord, shall I change positions?" Before Yang Cun could agree, she turned around, twisting her slender waist, sticking out her beautiful buttocks, and propping herself up in a rear-entry position. 　　Yang Cun didn't say anything, looking at the woman's buttocks and pinching them—their amazing elasticity. 　　"My lord..." Lan Yue didn't turn around, only slightly twisting her body, her voice so seductive it could drip water. What else could he do? He'd continue. One hand held her smooth, lubricated buttocks, the other grasped his penis and rubbed it against Lan Yue's vulva until the glans was coated with a thick layer of vaginal fluid, looking incredibly glistening, before sliding it into her vagina with a "plop." 　　The vagina, now bearing the marks of lovemaking, no longer had the initial, almost unbearable tightness, but it was still pleasantly tight . Especially the slow, scraping stimulation of the sensitive flesh by the shaft of his penis, causing not only an overflow of vaginal fluid but also rhythmic undulations. The closeness of flesh against flesh, skin against skin, without obstruction, allowed every stimulation to flow smoothly into his mind , bringing even more frenzied desire. 　　A surge of intense sounds arose again; Yang Cun threw all thoughts out of his mind, thrusting forcefully, then closed his eyes...

His eyes, his heart, were filled with that soul-consuming passion. It felt like riding a horse, jolted and tossed about in a stampede of galloping horses, unleashing

his masculine hormones.

The woman beneath him was his horse, but also his captive, completely at his mercy.

Moans of "mmm, ahh" escaped Lan Yue's lips, growing louder and louder until, exhausted,

they mellowed into soft whimpers. Whenever Yang Cun stopped, she would spontaneously

change positions without him even asking.

These techniques were child's play compared to Yang Cun's diligent study under the tutelage of the legendary Cang Laoshi, but

in this era, they were quite rare. Lan Yue was a natural-born woman who could please men; even Yang Cun considered

bringing her back to discuss those sexual positions he had always wanted to explore with the An sisters, but had to abandon for fear they wouldn't

accept them.

A man's lust is in his nature; a man who isn't lustful... unless he's truly devoted, the first thing

that comes to mind his lack of virility. This seems to explain why emperors marry so

many wives without fear of kidney deficiency.

Standing by the bed, holding Lan Yue's shoulders and entwining her legs around his waist, Yang Cun began another round

of his assault. Lan Yue had already climaxed twice; the burning sensation of her semen spraying onto his glans was so

intoxicating he almost lost control.

Fortunately, he could grit his teeth and endure it, allowing for another round.

He'd heard before that there's no such thing as an ox that can't be exhausted, only land that can't be plowed to death. Now it seemed that wasn't entirely true. Under

his fierce onslaught, Lan Yue's breathing became heavy, her eyes glazed and unable to open, her body marked

with spots from his kisses and pinches, like roses blooming on her smooth skin.

Seeing her about to faint, Yang Cun, under the powerful surge of pleasure, still

felt . He quickened his movements, hoping to release quickly and end this silent yet deeply intimate

battle.

"Ugh..." A tingling sensation swept through him like an electric current. Yang Cun frowned, yielding to his body's spasms.

His stiff movements guided his penis to the contracting cervix, and he groaned. He pinched Lan Yue's buttocks,

releasing himself completely in that excruciating, almost self-destructive pleasure.

His semen mixed with vaginal fluids, along with a large amount of bodily fluids. Because Yang Cun hadn't withdrawn, he remained deep inside Lan Yue's

body . The swelling pain finally brought her back to her senses.

He held her tightly, and only after the uncontrollable trembling subsided did Yang Cun release Lan Yue, smiling

ambiguously . "How was it? Baby, are you satisfied with my performance?"

Lan Yue smiled sweetly, her lips revealing a captivating allure. She raised her fingertips and

circled them , and said with a seductive smile, "Then, is Your Highness tired? This servant still wants to serve Your Highness..."

His legs suddenly went weak, and Yang Cun suddenly understood Zhao Qinyun's grandson's plan.

So he wanted him to die from exhaustion, and then die in an extremely shameful way on a woman's belly?

This Lan Yue was really strange. He looked like he was about to die, yet he was still unsatisfied?

"Little vixen, are you planning to take my life?"

"Hehe, Your Highness... you're really joking. How could this servant take your life? I'm too happy to even think about it."

Lan Yue regained some strength, and with a seductive smile, she propped herself up and actually began

to suck on Yang Cun's nipple.

Her long, smooth neck reminded Yang Cun of a swan, especially the bluish-red marks left on it, which

added to the psychological impact. The actions of Lan Yue's lips stirred a strange feeling in Yang Cun.

He'd always known men played with women's breasts; he never imagined women could play with men's breasts too?

The stimulation between their lips and tongues, especially the sensation of each sucking,

felt like stuck, unsure how to release the tension.

"Hiss… Lan Yue, you…?" A sharp pain shot through him. Yang Cun hadn't expected her to bite him while he was stuck in that awkward,

unsettling state. There was an indescribable pleasure mixed with the pure pain. Afraid she

would continue biting, Yang Cun held her head.

Unexpectedly, Lan Yue released him, looking up at him with teary eyes, saying, "Master, I want more."

Yang Cun's heart ached. To be begged like this by a beautiful woman, especially with her pitiful appearance

, was heartbreaking, but… he was powerless.

"Master…"

He figured if this continued, Yang Cun would be devastated. So he could only hold Jiaoyue

's delicate body tightly, kneading her tender breasts to arouse and intensify the stimulation.

"Good girl, wait a little longer, wait a little longer."

Realizing her intentions, Lanyue's hands were not idle either. Her fingertips wandered over Yang Cun's back, picking at sensitive

spots. She also sucked on the nipple on Yang Cun's chest, which was slightly larger than the other

one.

During this process, although Yang Cun's penis was limp, it never left Lanyue's vagina,

so he could clearly feel the constant writhing in Lanyue's passage.

This slut's desire was so strong. Stimulated by this thought, coupled with Lanyue's vigorous teasing, Yang Cun's

desire gradually rekindled, and he felt his penis, enveloped by Lanyue, begin to swell again. He tried to move it slightly,

which drew a gasp from Jiaoyue.

"Master... oh... Master, it's so swollen... so swollen..."

This swelling was not because Yang Cun's penis was so large that she couldn't bear it, but because...

to mention this, it has to be said that Yang Cun did it on purpose. Because the previous round of piston-like movements had ended, the dragon root,

after ejaculating a large amount of yang essence, hadn't been withdrawn. The yin essence from Lan Yue was also trapped

inside , so it was no wonder it was swollen. The glans could even feel the surging, turbulent fluid.

"Master, please let it out before you go again, okay? I'm so swollen..."

What does it feel like to be swollen by fluid? Yang Cun naturally had no idea. But seeing Lan Yue

pleading , yet her face still showing a blissful expression, he naturally assumed it must be very stimulating, right?

"Good girl, don't be afraid. It's good to be swollen, it feels good..." With a wicked grin and soothing words, Yang Cun thrust his hips forward

, forcefully penetrating the deepest part of the cervix.

With a "plop," under the intense pressure, some of the fluid, unable to withstand the pressure, still escaped from the tightly clasped...

The semen was squeezed out of her organs, but most of it was pressed against the cervix.

"Ah...Master, I can't take it anymore, it's going to burst...Ah..." Lan Yue screamed desperately, her

voice shrill, her long nails scratching Yang Cun's arms, leaving long, bloody welts.

The pain in his arms and the woman's madness beneath him

stirred up a kind of depravity deep within Yang Cun that he himself didn't even know existed. Yang Cun didn't even have the thought of letting her go, ignoring Lan Yue's pleas for mercy, and continued his

actions.

"Baby, weren't you very horny just now? Then enjoy it. Haha..." After another round of wanton

movements, Yang Cun finally withdrew completely. The semen, after many thrusts, whether male or female, was

foamy, gushing out in spurts, soiling the bedding beneath Lan Yue.

Lan Yue, already driven to orgasm, stretched out her legs, her body convulsing. Her eyes rolled back, and her lower lip

was bitten until it was bloody.

But she quickly awoke again, seeing that Yang Cun's desire hadn't been satisfied, she gritted her teeth and got up, dragging her

utterly exhausted body forward, grasping one of her tender breasts in each hand, sandwiching her bulging, veiny penis between them.

This woman was already at this point, and she still wanted to play tricks? Exhausted as well, Yang Cun groaned incessantly. This

was no longer just lovemaking; it had escalated to a stage of two armies clashing. At this rate, he'd be crippled if he didn't die. But for now,

he'd risk his life to accompany… this slut.

Were all the women in brothels this fierce? With this question in mind, he slowly moved his hips, which seemed ready to give out at any

moment rhythmically moving between Lan Yue's breasts.

To be honest, although his body was extremely tired, his spirit was extremely excited. Especially with his movements,

Lan Yue would extend her slightly trembling tongue to lick and arouse him.

It sounded like a painful scream, yet also like a comfortable moan, a contradictory and complex intertwining, filling the

courtyard with an ambiguous atmosphere.

As dawn broke and the sky began to lighten, a figure staggered in through the dim light

. Hearing the heavy breathing and hoarse, broken groans from inside the room, the man smiled, shook his head, and reached for

the door. Suddenly, a sword was at his shoulder.

"My lord, my master has not yet risen. If it is urgent, please wait a moment."

The man turned and saw that the person blocking his way was Yang Tongbao, his face ashen.

"You were here all night?"

"So it's Lord Bai. Protecting the master is my duty, it's only right." Yang Tongbao replied, sheathing

his sword, though his expression remained grim.

In truth, Yang Tongbao, a soldier by training, was no less powerful than Bai Qi, who had suddenly appeared,

and rank. He only addressed him as "my lord" out of politeness.

"Oh, is that so? Since the master has not yet risen, I shall take my leave."

A smile forced across Bai Qi's unhealthy face, marred by wine and women, as he turned away.

Yang Tongbao had never liked such spoiled brats, and he was too lazy to deal with him. He nodded and said,

"Take care, sir."

Unexpectedly, Bai Qi had only taken a few steps when he suddenly turned around and said something mysterious and inexplicable:

"If you're not too tired, sir, please hurry back to your residence. I heard from the gatekeeper that

someone from Yipinlou had come by. Oh, and the people you brought, sir, seem to be... hehe..."

Some things don't need to be said outright; it's best to leave it at that. Yang Tongbao's expression was strange. He didn't know what Bai Qi was thinking, but

suddenly he started to joke, saying, "Brother Yang, you have quite the stamina. I admire you. Standing here all night and still able

to endure it , so calm. I can't even match that kind of skill..."

He spoke while walking, deliberately raising his voice and shaking his head, successfully making Yang Tongbao's face look constipated

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