【Spring Passes Through the Jianghu】(1-2)

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Episode
1: The Massacre
of a Family A soft snapping sound rang out.
A young man walked out from under the tree. He wore a long white silk robe, and a pair of valuable
jade pendants at his waist clinked together with his movements. The man appeared to be in his early twenties, handsome and
elegant, a truly remarkable figure.
He was none other than Yue Mingshan, the young master of the Jiangcheng family. The Jiangcheng family was a renowned sect in the martial arts world.
When Yue Mingshan first entered the martial arts world, he was a dashing and talented man, winning the admiration of countless women. After marrying
Zhao Yanbing, the beautiful woman he had been betrothed to since childhood, he rarely ventured into the martial arts world, enjoying a life of domestic bliss.
Zhao Yanbing had given birth to a son, whom Yue Mingshan named Yue Chong. He was one month old and still breastfeeding.
Whenever he watched his son, eyes half-closed, suckling at his wife's full breasts, Yue Mingshan felt a surge
of happiness.
Yue Mingshan held a jasmine flower in his hand, one he had just picked. He intended to give it to his wife.
The Jiangcheng family mansion was nestled in a secluded valley on the outskirts of Jiangcheng, a place of scenic beauty. The mansion was
built against the mountainside, with a back garden connected to a mountain path. It was the height of summer, and the weather was hot, but the lush trees and blooming flowers on the mountain
provided a rare coolness under the shade.
Walking down the path from the back of the mountain, Yue Mingshan's eyes lingered on a pavilion beside the path.
Zhao Yanbing was napping in the pavilion. Since it was in the backyard, she was dressed casually. A pale yellow silk nightgown draped over her body, and she lay curled up on a bamboo chair, the hem of her dress 　　fluttering
occasionally in the cool breeze . 　　Due to her martial arts training, her legs were long and strong, her fair thighs peeking 　　out from under the thin pale yellow dress. Ten months of pregnancy and childbirth seemed to have left no trace on this woman; she remained as beautiful and 　　alluring as ever. 　　Yue Mingshan walked in and sat beside his woman. 　　His eyes roamed over her body. How many times had he enjoyed this tempting flesh? He couldn't remember. He 　　only knew that whenever their bodies were in harmony, he would almost every night press this alluring beauty beneath him, letting 　　his erect penis thrust and churn within his beloved woman's body in various ways, searching for a 　　blissful paradise for both of them. 　　Whenever he thought of this, he felt a dryness in his throat. He longed to pounce on her and enjoy it, and now 　　he felt that way. 　　Yue Mingshan's large hand had already covered the woman's breasts. 　　The woman's breasts were large and soft. Because she was still breastfeeding, her breasts were full and firm, radiating quality. Two or three buttons on her chest 　　had already been quietly undone by Yue Mingshan, revealing most of her papaya-like breasts 　　. Because she was sleeping on her side, they resembled two soft balls pressed together, the deep cleavage between them like a seductive 　　little crevice, tempting one to commit a crime. 　　Yue Mingshan now felt a strong urge to commit a crime. 　　His hand had already slipped into this deep valley, gently kneading it. His other hand, through the thin silk, 　　pressed lightly and intermittently, rubbing and circling. 　　The Yue family was wealthy, so the quality of these clothes was naturally excellent. Thin silk clothing could certainly enhance beauty, 　　but it also had other uses. 　　Yue Mingshan was making use of this other use. 　　The silk massaged her soft breasts, the exceptionally sensitive nipples being rubbed by the soft silk, a strange current 　　, like a sudden torrent, impacting Zhao Yanbing's brain, and she woke up. 　　Then she found her full breasts being massaged by a man, waves of pleasure emanating from her chest. 　　The stimulation on her nipples made her unable to hold back her moans. 　　She couldn't resist any longer, and so she let out a loud groan. 　　This was their own backyard, where no one else was allowed in except for the couple. The servants usually stayed far away 　　outside the garden; they all knew that the young couple often did things they wanted to do, things that 　　were naturally forbidden for them to see, so they wisely kept their distance. 　　Therefore, Zhao Yanbing could moan without restraint. The torturous pleasure made her feel both comfortable and uncomfortable; that tingling, aching sensation seemed to be driving her mad, and it seemed that there was no 　　better way to relieve it 　　than to moan like a cat in heat . 　　Yue Mingshan loved hearing this sound. 　　The sound emanating from his wife's throat, enough to make anyone blush, was more effective than any aphrodisiac; his penis 　　was already erect like a heavily inflated club, pressing against his underwear, throbbing painfully. 　　Yue Mingshan clearly disliked this restraint. He pulled down his pants, stripping completely naked, along with his clothes 　　. He tossed every last thread of clothing onto the pavilion floor. His freed, thick penis stood erect 　　. 　　Yue Mingshan's other hand had already reached the woman's vulva. Thick, dark pubic hair covered 　　a red cleft, a sign of strong sexual desire. Due to childbirth, the edges of the cleft 　　were slightly dark red, but the two labia majora on either side appeared even fuller, like Zhao Yanbing's full 　　lips. 　　The vulva at the base of her thighs seemed to be drooling, its lips slightly parted under Yue Mingshan's fingers 　　, like the lips of a young girl awaiting a kiss. 　　Yue Mingshan then kissed it, his lips pressing 　　against the vulva at the base of her thighs. "These are what you call plump labia," a strange thought flashed through Yue Mingshan's mind. 　　Zhao Yanbing arched her body, a strange pleasure spreading like ants from the place where she had been kissed throughout her body, 　　a tingling sensation spreading all over her. She didn't know when her husband had stripped her of her clothes; she 　　lay on the recliner like a lamb, letting her beloved man humiliate her body, 　　bringing her endless pleasure with various shameful methods.

The two naked bodies writhed together. Yue Mingshan was only teasing her, completely disregarding
his wife's burning desire and his intention to insert his penis into her body to relieve her itch. Instead, he
let his voluptuous and beautiful wife roll over again and again under his teasing.
Yue Mingshan raised his head, his eyes falling on the table in the pavilion. An empty vase
held a few colorful feathers, probably from a rare bird like a golden pheasant.
Yue Mingshan picked up a feather.
He wanted to use this to give his wife a more profound experience.
The feather swept back and forth across her white breasts, which were flushed with rosy hues, past her navel, past
her armpits, and back to her full breasts, the tip of the feather brushing against her erect nipples.
He heard his wife cry out a kind of deathly sob, a cry of extreme pleasure and pain.
When the feather brushed against her body, Zhao Yanbing collapsed. The light, fluttering feather felt
like a raging fire to her; wherever it touched, the flames of desire burned, igniting
every urge in her body.
She could only writhe, her strong thighs twisting and rubbing back and forth. Her white buttocks
rose heavily, then fell back onto the recliner.
Then Yue Mingshan's feather broom finally reached her vulva, stimulating her thick labia.
Watching his woman's writhing body and wide-open mouth, Yue Mingshan was overcome with desire. He bit down on
her nipple, sucking desperately. Then he heard the woman beneath him thrust wildly
before collapsing heavily. Milky white milk flowed from her nipples.
The woman collapsed; under her husband's teasing, she reached orgasm without penetration.
The man was still greedily suckling at the breast milk. Zhao Yanbing, feigning anger, gently patted her husband's cheek
. "This is for our son, why are you taking it?" "Hmm, I'm his father, I'm helping him eat..." The woman
giggled, looking at the man on top of her with the same eyes one would use to look at their son. Soon, her
slightly subsiding pleasure was reignited by the man's renewed teasing. She groaned once more
.
The groans grew louder, the woman's eyes completely glazed over, desire engulfing her again. Her hands
gripped the edge of the recliner tightly, her hips arching repeatedly.
It was time. Yue Mingshan looked lovingly at his wife, then inserted his long-awaited penis into her deep, moist opening. With a long, released sigh, a gush of fluid 　　, frothy with white foam, flowed
from their point of union . 　　Zhao Yanbing finally experienced the long-awaited fullness and tingling sensation, the shameful pleasure causing her to cry out involuntarily. 　　She clung tightly to her man, her lower body thrusting rhythmically, responding to his movements, her vaginal opening straining 　　to devour his penis. His erection was an absolute delicacy to her vaginal opening, 　　even causing drool to trickle from the corners of her mouth. 　　His wife's vulva tightly enveloped his penis, wet and warm, like a mouth constantly sucking at his swollen 　　shaft; Yue Mingshan loved this feeling. Watching the woman moan softly beneath him, Yue Mingshan's desire 　　was aroused, and he couldn't help but increase the intensity of his thrusts. 　　His penis moved in and out of the overflowing cavern, swaying from side to side. Like a drunken boatman 　　navigating a small boat, stumbling and falling in a dark cave, the bow scraping against the rock walls, sending sparks flying. 　　A spark of desire ignited. 　　Clearly, the walls of flesh were incredibly soft and receptive; wherever his erect penis moved, it 　　was always enveloped by layers of flesh, which then cleanly rubbed against his hot, hard shaft, 　　sending an indescribable warm, tingling sensation from his penis to his brain. 　　Their bodies were perfectly in sync; he knew how to bring his beloved 　　to ultimate pleasure. 　　So he gently bit her firm nipple. 　　His tongue licked and circled the areola, occasionally sucking sharply, a sweet taste 　　flowing from his wife's breast into his mouth. 　　At these moments, Zhao Yanbing would be stimulated to tears. Then she would thrust and twist wildly, emitting 　　joyful moans. 　　Yue Mingshan skillfully shifted positions, his strong body like a lustful machine, reveling in the woman 　　's body. 　　Two pale, fleshy bodies rolled about in the pavilion, a scene of utter obscenity. 　　After an unknown amount of time, amidst Zhao Yanbing's cries of release during another climax, Yue Mingshan finally ejaculated 　　, his hot semen spurting against the inner walls of the woman's vagina, causing her to scream again. 　　This scene would make anyone's heart itch; it would be a pity if no one appreciated such a beautiful sight. 　　Pin'er hid in the bushes, watching all of this. 　　Pin'er was Zhao Yanbing's personal maid, a young girl in the bloom of youth, almost powerless against what she saw 　　. Knowing her master, she knew what he would do after arriving here, so she secretly 　　hid and enjoyed this incredibly shameful process. 　　The young mistress's moans echoed in her ears like a spell, and her hand couldn't resist reaching into her own breasts 　　to knead them. 　　Pin'er licked her full lips, which were already burning hot. Her firm, perky breasts 　　were swollen and hard. 　　She was now kneading them in her palms, shaping them in various ways, a faint blush rising on her white chest. 　　The girl's fingertips teased her nipples, which stood erect, bright red, like ripe love beans 　　. 　　Pin'er's other hand touched her genitals, where the spring of moisture had already begun to overflow. Then her...

Her fingers teased the entrance to her tender vulva, finally settling on the small, raised clitoris at the tip of the cleft.
Silently moaning, the girl could only use her hands to enjoy her own body. She closed her eyes and began
absurd fantasies.
The
storm had subsided. Yue Mingshan embraced his wife, watching her happily squinting her eyes, looking utterly blissful
. Yue Mingshan smiled contentedly.
Then he heard a few claps.
Clap, clap, clap! The clapping was clearly from only one person; the sudden applause in this setting
seemed so strange and discordant.
"Wonderful, so wonderful! What a live sex show! I, Lan, am fortunate enough to witness it, hehehe!" A mischievous
voice rang out.
The Yue Mingshan couple sat up in shock, Zhao Yanbing instinctively covering her private parts with her hands. Four or
five people emerged from the woods beside the pavilion, their faces lewd. One of them, a short,
stocky man with a face full of fat, even had drool hanging from the corner of his mouth. Judging from their burning eyes,
they had clearly been there for a while, perhaps even watching the two's lovemaking.
The man at the front was tall and handsome, though his eyes revealed
a lewd and wicked glint.
His eyes were fixed on Zhao Yanbing's naked body, and looking at her white flesh, he was like a
wolf eyeing its prey, eager to devour her.
Before Yue Mingshan and his companion could react, the men had already closed in. In the nick of time, Yue Mingshan was about to leap into the
air when he didn't notice a gust of wind coming from behind. A sharp pain shot through his back; his pressure points had been sealed, rendering him completely immobile
. The other two men had already pounced on Zhao Yanbing. Before she could even scream, the short,
stocky man had subdued her, grabbing her breasts roughly. "No!" she cried out in shock and pain,
tears welling in her eyes.
The sinister-looking man, clearly the leader, took the female captive from the short, stocky man's arms and held her close
, admiring her. "Tsk tsk, a beauty, a beauty. Hmm, I'll have a good taste of her later, hahaha." He glanced
at his men, "Of course, you can all have a taste too, hahahaha," the sinister man laughed lewdly.
The others laughed equally lewdly.
His large hands roamed freely over Zhao Yanbing's body. She was crying and struggling in despair, but her body
was restrained, and she could only cry out, unable to escape his clutches. Her body, still sensitive from the intense pleasure of her recent climax with her husband, was
incredibly sensitive. The strange man's touch was odd, seemingly an aphrodisiac technique,
targeting specific acupoints. She quickly felt the pleasure induced by his touch.
A tingling sensation began to spread, unbearable for a naked woman being humiliated
, especially with her husband present, also being controlled by him. Yet, her body faithfully expressed its
desire; the skin on her neck, still flushed from the recent climax, was now faintly blushing again
—a sign of excitement. This feeling filled her with shame, making her wish to die immediately.
Yue Mingshan was consumed by extreme anger and shock. He didn't know who the attacker was, or why he
dared to launch an attack here: "Help! Help!" he screamed.
"Sigh, now you know to yell? What's the use?" A man in black behind him tapped him on
the head with the hilt of his knife: "Take a good look. What's up ahead?" Ahead lay the main building of the Jiangcheng Family, housing experts from various departments
and hundreds of disciples. Now, however, it was a scene of carnage and screams. Yue Mingshan could
hear the desperate cries of the Jiangcheng Family disciples.
Yue Mingshan, pale-faced, stared at the sinister man before him with bloodshot eyes: "Who are you? Why are you
attacking our Yue family?" The sinister man wore a gleeful expression. "Hmm, why?" "No reason.
We just enjoy killing, so we came to have some fun." He pulled the woman in his arms tightly to the ground, kissed her cheek
, ignoring her cries and her husband's murderous glare: "Sigh, I'll tell you
anyway, so you don't die without knowing why.
Have you heard of our Moon Worship Cult?" Even in their extreme fear and anger, Yue Mingshan and his wife
were startled upon hearing this.
Zhao Yanbing cried out first: "Moon Worship Cult? You... why are you attacking us?" "We have no grudge against you
, why?" Suddenly, the sinister man's tongue licked her nipple. The sudden attack
and the unusual pleasure from her breasts made her cry out in horror: "No, no, let me go, please let
us go!" Yue Mingshan was even more horrified: "The Moon Worship Cult?! We have no grudge against your cult, why
attack us..." The sinister man shook his head: "It's not that you have a grudge against us, there's no grudge." He clearly found this very
interesting, but ten years ago, your father accidentally patted our cult leader lightly on the back. Oh, just like that, almost
without warning, the sinister man's palm struck Yue Mingshan's chest, like being hit hard by a heavy hammer
. His vision went black, and he couldn't hold back any longer, spitting out a mouthful of blood. Zhao Yanbing, seeing her husband injured,
became even more anxious, crying and struggling.
The sinister man, as if nothing had happened, continued his story: "Our cult leader is very angry, so
we've come to demand a small explanation." "Oh, right, the cult leader also mentioned that your family has some kind of
broken stone called 'Ningxia Jade Pendant'? Is that right?
" The sinister man said, casually hooking the chin of the naked captive in his arms with his finger, looking into her teary
eyes: "Do you have it? Little beauty. As long as you tell me where that thing is, I'll immediately release you and your husband
, and I absolutely won't hurt you again. Otherwise, hehe..." His hand climbed up to the woman's full breasts again, kneading
them.
"Do you think we don't know what you're thinking? You'll be merciful just because we gave you the thing? Don't even think about it!" Yue
Mingshan finally understood what the other party had come for. The Moon Worship Cult, an extremely evil organization, had gathered countless...
A notorious but notorious evil sect, ten years ago, stirred up a storm, attacking not only major martial arts sects in an attempt to unify the martial world,
but also massacring civilians and attacking cities. Legend has it that they used living people to cultivate a kind of evil art. Ten years ago, the major martial
arts sects gathered together, and after countless chivalrous lives were lost, they finally defeated the Moon Worshiping Sect. Its leader
was even knocked into an abyss.
The Jiangcheng aristocratic families naturally participated in that great battle ten years ago. At that time, the Yue family, led by their former leader Yue Feng, participated
, but whether they struck their leader is unclear.
However, Yue Feng suffered severe internal injuries in the battle and, after three years, finally succumbed to his illness.
The burden of the Jiangcheng aristocratic families fell on the shoulders of their young master, Yue Mingshan.
However, seeing the current situation, Yue Mingshan was completely certain that the Moon Worshiping Sect had not been eradicated and that
a considerable force remained.
Yue Mingshan was fully aware that these people's main purpose wasn't revenge; they were after the Ningxia Jade
Pendant.
The Ningxia Jade Pendant was a family heirloom passed down through generations in Jiangcheng, and even for Yue Mingshan, it was
a mystery. Its true abilities were unknown, but the Yue family knew that
it could greatly enhance the concentration of internal energy during cultivation—enough to make countless martial artists envious.
Furthermore, a legend circulated that the Ningxia Jade Pendant could destroy demons and devour souls, possessing supernatural powers. However,
this was merely a rumor; no one knew how to use it.
The Ningxia Jade Pendant had only appeared once, sixty years ago, and then completely disappeared. No one knew
where it had ended up. Even less did anyone know that it was in the hands of the Yue family, becoming
a family heirloom passed down through generations.
Yue Mingshan was currently in a state of extreme astonishment and incomprehension.
The jade pendant was absolutely not to be given away. He knew very well that if it fell into the hands of ruthless villains like the Moon Worship Cult
, handing over the treasure would only result in an even more gruesome death.
The garden gate was pushed open, and several men dressed in black rushed in, brandishing gleaming knives.
"Reporting to the Flower Lord!" the leader reported, bowing to the sinister-looking man.
"Did you find it?" "Reporting to the Flower Lord, no!" the black-clad man reported, bowing his head.
"Useless trash, hurry up and go! Tell the brothers to kill without mercy! Dig three feet into the ground and find it for me!" The black-clad man retreated
, and then the sound of even more hurried footsteps and screams of being killed echoed outside.
The entire aristocratic family was finished. Yue Mingshan's face was deathly pale. He raised his head and closed his eyes.
He knew that his and his wife's current situation meant their fate would be extremely tragic. They would definitely use all sorts of extremely
evil methods to torture him, forcing him to talk.
The sinister-looking man stared at Yue Mingshan: "You don't want to cooperate?" Yue Mingshan didn't answer.
"Do you know who I am?" the sinister man suddenly asked, clearly surprised. Yue Mingshan turned his head and looked at
the sinister man in front of him.
However, the man holding him back spoke up for him: "Kid, let me tell you. Have you heard of the Seven Venerables of the Divine Sect
? This is our Flower Venerable, Lord Leng Fei." Flower Venerable? Yue Mingshan couldn't help but gasp.
This Leng Fei was clearly not one of the Venerables of the Moon Worship Sect during its heyday ten years ago; he was probably a rising
star. It was said that the Moon Worship Sect had such a tradition. Each Venerable had a unique set of skills, more like
the leader of several subordinate factions.
A major characteristic of the Moon Worship Sect was that its members were extremely licentious, and the Flower Faction was the most licentious, not only possessing an extremely
lewd set of techniques but also a constant stream of aphrodisiac and obscene drugs. As a venerable member of the Flower Sect, Yue Mingshan could almost
imagine how they would deal with him.
Or rather, how they would deal with his wife.
Zhao Yanbing had already fainted and was now being held in Leng Fei's arms, being wantonly fondled.
Leng Fei revealed a wicked smile: "How about it? Do you understand my identity? As long as you cooperate obediently and tell me
the whereabouts of the jade pendant, I will agree to release your wife!" Yue Mingshan ignored him. He knew that compromise was
useless. They would definitely not let his wife go.
His only thought now was for himself and his wife to die quickly, so as to avoid being humiliated.
A cold look flashed across Leng Fei's face. He snorted coldly and waved his hand behind him.
Obviously, he was prepared. A man in black behind him stepped forward, holding a bottle of medicine.
Leng Fei stood up and stepped forward, quickly pressing several acupoints on Yue Mingshan's body, and then forced the medicine down his throat.
A surge of drug power rushed through Yue Mingshan's head, and he was surprised to find that he could no longer close his eyes
.
Leng Fei casually squeezed, and after a sharp pain, Yue Mingshan's jaw dislocated, naturally to prevent him from committing suicide.
Yue Mingshan could only let out incoherent roars, not understanding why the other party was doing this.
But he soon understood.
Because Leng Fei had begun to explain: "Don't be nervous, I just want you to see a show. Your
performance with the noble lady was so spectacular, it gave me a nosebleed. Now I've decided to cooperate with your wife and give you a performance too
, so you can enjoy it too." Amidst the strange laughter of his subordinates, Leng Fei pulled a small
bottle from his pocket and held it up to Yue Mingshan's eyes. Yue Mingshan clearly saw the name of the drug written on it:
"Five-Watch Ecstasy Powder!"
Leng Fei's narration echoed in his ears: "The Five-Watch Ecstasy Powder, once ingested, will plunge a person into an unparalleled
craving for lust, their mind consumed only by thoughts of endless intercourse. At dawn the next day, she will reach
the peak of pleasure, her yin essence exhausted, and then she will die from yin depletion. Of course, in these final hours of her life, your woman
will experience unparalleled pleasure she has never known before! I will make her happy to death!" Leng Fei's voice
clearly held a beastly desire.
Yue Mingshan's heart sank to the bottom.
He watched as Leng Fei poured the medicine down his unconscious wife's throat, then laid her back on
the table in the pavilion.
Those wicked hands caressed and kneaded her body; the devil opposite him was enjoying his wife,
as if calling upon the desires within her.
Clearly, the devil had succeeded.
Zhao Yanbing awoke. Her entire body was completely submerged in endless lust, every inch of her flesh
burning intensely. She had only one thought: Fuck me, fuck me! An extreme emptiness and discomfort surged through her genitals. If
her hands weren't immobile, she would have wanted to shove her entire arm inside, as if only that could stop the
unbearable itching.
However, the one pressing down on her was a devil. Her skin was incredibly sensitive; she felt the devil's
strong body pressing against her abdomen. Every inch of skin contact made her weak and convulsing, wanting
to jump up.
Then she saw her husband's helpless, sorrowful, deathly gaze.
Her heart sank even deeper into sorrow, an overwhelming sense of shame flooding her mind, only to be completely
overwhelmed by an even more intense lust. Not only that, the shame only fueled her desire; her fingers
clenched into fists, her lower body arching and then collapsing desperately. Her legs clamped tightly together, then
she strained to straighten them, though she couldn't muster any strength.
A groan escaped her throat, as if a complete release had occurred, and she finally began to moan repeatedly
. Her eyes were bloodshot, her hands clenching unconsciously, as if she wanted to grab something and shove it inside her.
Leng Fei watched with satisfaction as the body writhed beneath his grasp, then removed his own clothes and
smiled at Yue Mingshan: "Young Master Yue, watch closely as I caress your beautiful wife! Haha.
" Amidst the cries and whistles of his men, Leng Fei's muscular body pressed down on the naked young woman lying supine on the table.
Watching his beloved wife being humiliated before him, the naked body of the man opposite him pressed down on her in utter shame
. Even more tragically, he heard his wife's moans, fueled by her own sexual rage
, grow louder—moans of desperate longing to be filled and penetrated.
Yue Mingshan nearly vomited blood. He wanted to close his eyes, but he couldn't. He finally understood the other man's
evil.
Zhao Yanbing could feel the man's fullness. She knew the man on top of her wasn't her husband, but
a devil attempting to rape her. But none of that mattered anymore. Lust assaulted her
mind like a storm. She had completely lost her reason; she only needed the man's thrusting, heavy thrusting, anyone , as long as he was inside her. Even if it were a donkey on top of her, she would 　　grab its penis
without hesitation and shove it inside. She had forgotten what shame was; she only needed 　　the feeling of her lower body being filled. 　　So she thrashed about beneath the man, searching for his penis. But there was nothing; 　　the man on top of her seemed to have no intention of inserting his penis. 　　Her desire was completely uncontrollable, and she cried out: "Fuck me! Fuck me now! Hurry 　　!" Leng Fei looked at Yue Mingshan with a wicked smile. Yue Mingshan was completely broken. His wife's cries 　　burned his heart like a branding iron. Although he knew his wife was completely under the influence of the aphrodisiac, the cries still filled him with 　　extreme shame and helplessness. 　　However, Zhao Yanbing's cries grew louder: "Hurry, hurry and give it to me… Waaah, I want you to fuck me, 　　I want your penis inside me: I… I want… Waaah…" Cries and pleas 　　poured endlessly from her throat. She only craved the man on top of her to fuck her quickly; she would do anything for him, 　　even die. 　　The man's voice sounded in her ear: "Do you want me to penetrate you?" "You'll feel very comfortable, little darling," Leng Fei 　　whispered in her ear like the gentlest lover. However, to Zhao Yanbing 　　, this soft voice was like pouring oil on a raging fire; the flames instantly engulfed everything. 　　Leng Fei moved her hand to his penis. As the Flower Venerable of the Moon Worship Cult, his endowment was naturally first-rate. 　　His penis was exceptionally thick and long, heavy in her hand, its scalding heat burning Zhao Yanbing's 　　hand. 　　An extremely pleasurable sensation came over her hand; she felt like someone drowning who had suddenly grabbed a sturdy 　　wooden stick. 　　She groaned uncontrollably: "Faster, faster, faster, insert it..." Leng Fei completely ignored 　　the beautiful young woman burning like fire beneath him. He gently nibbled at her earlobe, making her groans even more intense. "Tell me, where is the Ningxia Jade Pendant?" Like a devil's whisper, Leng Fei 　　asked in her ear as 　　her consciousness was completely overwhelmed by lust . 　　Then his penis finally pressed against the young woman's muddy, filthy vulva. 　　"Tell me, I'll put it in right away, you'll be the happiest woman ever..." 　　The alluring voice, like a spell, echoed in her ears. 　　Leng Fei captured Zhao Yanbing's lips, his tongue swirling wildly in her mouth, kissing the 　　beautiful young woman fiercely. 　　Suddenly, with a powerful thrust of his hips, his thick penis forced its way past her swollen labia and plunged deep into her vulva 　　. The overflowing vaginal fluids were squeezed out by the sudden intrusion, gushing from the vaginal opening. The penis, like 　　a nimble pangolin, crashed into the deepest part of a cave, completely swallowed up without reservation 　　. 　　Zhao Yanbing had completely lost hope; the thick snake at the entrance was driving her crazy, but 　　she seemed unwilling to enter. The thick, eagerly awaited penis pressed against her opening, yet 　　the anticipated fulfillment seemed forever out of reach; that short distance was utterly unattainable. 　　However, in her deepest despair, a sudden satisfaction reignited the desire that had been simmering within her. (Xiang Fei)

The sheer speed of the train as it pierced through the deep mountain tunnel was breathtaking. The overwhelming sense of fulfillment, almost unbearable
, finally arrived. The extreme pleasure made Zhao Yanbing completely lose her senses. The beautiful, lover-
like voice echoed in her mind. Without hesitation, she screamed in satisfaction of the man's desire: "The jade
pendant is in our son's undergarment! Quick, quick, quick, do it to me! Sew it into the undergarment's lining! Oh, oh! Harder, just
like that! Do it to me, quick, do it to me..." Leng Fei's face finally broke into a victorious smile. He knew
his goal had been achieved. Without waiting for his orders, several men in black surrounding the pavilion swiftly slipped out
of the garden entrance and headed straight for the distant mansion.
"Oh, oh! Harder, harder!" "So good, ooh ooh..." His wife's unrestrained moans and cries
completely stunned Yue Mingshan. He finally understood that the other man had the ability to extract all his secrets. Watching
the devil before him finally conquer his wife's most precious place, and his wife
writhing wildly under his powerful thrusts, Yue Mingshan's face turned ashen.
Yet, he couldn't help but admire this scene. Just as the evil devil before him had said, it seemed the other man
was going to put on a spectacular show for him.
Meanwhile, the other protagonist, his wife, was perfectly in sync with the man's movements. Extremely
pleasurable moans escaped her body. Under the influence of the aphrodisiac, his wife unleashed
a passion she had never experienced before. From her almost distorted face, it was clear she was completely immersed in
pleasure she had never felt before.
The man's thrusts, whether light or heavy, sent shivers of pleasure through her, like electric shocks. She was completely lost in the moment
, letting her vagina revel in the waves of pleasure from the man's thick, hard penis churning and thrusting
.
The man's mouth was constantly sucking on her swollen, round breasts—was that the milk her son drank? This
thought flashed through her mind for a moment before she was completely overwhelmed by the man's mouth. The deadly
sucking of her nipples sent shivers through her entire chest. She thrust her hips forward, trying to
counteract the overwhelming pleasure in her chest with even more intense thrusts.
A series of intense rotations and friction from her lower body came over her. She vaguely realized that she had
reached another climax, and then her vagina began to gush with pleasure, as if she wanted to expel every last drop of her essence
.
However, before she could even descend from the clouds of pleasure, a surge of lust from deep within her lower abdomen welled up again.
She didn't know how many times it had happened, but she was once again plunged into an endless ocean of desire. When the men in
black
appeared and Yue Mingshan and his wife were captured, Pin'er was clearly seen by Qingqing from another grove of trees
. She quietly left the woods.
Having grown up with Zhao Yanbing, Pin'er had also learned martial arts alongside her mistress, and her skills were no less than those of ordinary disciples. Seeing
her mistress and young master subdued, she knew that if she were discovered, she would have no chance of survival.
Pin'er rushed out of the garden and ran towards a courtyard—the bedroom of Yue Mingshan and his wife—where their infant son,
Yue Chong, was fast asleep.
At that moment, she heard the sounds of running and fighting coming from the outer courtyard. The Baiyue Sect's ambushes outside had
launched their attack, and screams and cries filled the air.
Pin'er ran into the bedroom and picked up the baby from the cradle.
She knew that with her abilities, the only thing she could do was protect the young master and stay far away.
Almost without time to grab anything else, she rushed to the corner, moved a floor vase, and
placed a small, inconspicuous sphere in the center of its base.
Pin'er pressed the sphere and slowly turned it. A clicking sound followed, and a hidden door appeared in the side wall.
This was the Yue family's escape tunnel. Zhao Yanbing, naturally, hadn't kept
these secrets from her personal maid, so Pin'er knew them. It was meant for emergencies, and now it was in use.
Pin'er picked up the child and slipped into the dark tunnel. The clicking sound returned; the tunnel entrance had closed,
and the vase was back to its original state.
In her frantic escape, Pin'er didn't realize she had forgotten about the vase concealing the mechanism.
A while later, a patch of weeds on the hillside behind the manor suddenly rustled, and then a rock on the hillside
was pushed aside. A young girl holding a baby emerged—it was Pin'er. Pin'er had already
discarded her long dress and coat, wearing only a short-sleeved outfit for ease of movement.
She composed herself, then hugged the baby tightly and ran wildly along the mountain path.
With a heavy thrust, Leng Fei finally reached his climax. He pressed his penis deep against
the soft inner walls of the young woman's vagina, then convulsed, letting his hot semen spray
deep into her vagina.
Tormented by pleasure, the young woman cried and groaned, enduring the baptism of the scalding semen. The burning sensation in her vagina
caused her to uncontrollably arch her full buttocks before collapsing.
The young woman breathed heavily, enjoying the afterglow of her climax.
Leng Fei, still unsatisfied, grabbed the young woman's full breasts twice, finally standing up with satisfaction.
He obscenely grabbed the young woman's silk skirt to wipe his still-erect penis, then put on his clothes.
What an alluring body! Leng Fei reminisced with delight, clearly very satisfied with his recent conquest.
His favorite thing was to drive a dignified and elegant beauty to the point of frenzy, like a prostitute; it gave him
a great sense of accomplishment.
Clearly, that was his current mindset. He
glanced at Yue Mingshan, the husband who had helplessly watched his wife being violated by another man before his very eyes, forced
to silently endure it. Yue Mingshan's face was deathly pale, a trickle of blood seeping from the corner of his mouth,
his bloodshot eyes glazed over.
All of this gave Leng Fei a strange sense of satisfaction.
"Boss, you're done enjoying yourself, isn't it our turn?" The short, stocky man spoke. Watching the live sex show, his nostrils
were practically bleeding. He couldn't wait for his boss to finish and was already itching to have his turn.
"Look at you, so impatient! Go enjoy yourself!" "Enjoy yourself! Everyone go and have your turn!
" Leng Fei leered. The surrounding men in black cheered excitedly, taking turns enjoying the beautiful woman. They
were all determined to have a good meal
. At that moment, the young woman began to moan again, her eyes glazed over. The super aphrodisiac was incredibly effective,
giving her almost no time to rest as it repeatedly brought her to the peak of lust, trying to drain her of her juices
.
Watching the short, stocky man quickly strip off his clothes and pounce on her, his penis, short as
he was, round and plump, followed by a soft slurping sound, and then Zhao Yanbing's cries of pleasure echoed again
.
Leng Fei watched all this, and then he suddenly realized that his men hadn't told him the child's whereabouts.
This wasn't something Leng Fei had been worried about at all. The attack had been so sudden; the Jiangcheng family's experts
had been killed or subdued almost instantly, and the entire courtyard was already surrounded. Even a bird that flew out
would be hacked to pieces by his men. So he hadn't considered that the child could escape—that was simply impossible
.
Leng Fei frowned and asked a tall, thin man in black beside him: "Have you found the child?" "Reporting to the Flower Master,
are you still looking?" Leng Fei suddenly turned around, his sharp eyes fixed on the tall, thin man: "What's going on? Still haven't found him?
" Seeing his superior's anger, the tall, thin man didn't dare to utter a word.
A bad premonition flashed through Leng Fei's mind. He waved his hand: "You guys stay here, I'll go check.
" With a leap, he flashed out of the garden gate.
Bang! The door to Yue Mingshan's bedroom was kicked open, the room ransacked, and the wardrobe
had been completely emptied. Clearly, the room had been searched several times.
Leng Fei's cold eyes stared at the room. The entire courtyard had been thoroughly searched, yet the several-month-old
baby seemed to have vanished.
Leng Fei's gaze swept over every corner of the room, then his eyes fixed
on a small round ball beside a vase in the corner.
In a flash, Leng Fei grabbed the ball, struggling slightly, and a cracking sound was heard,
revealing the entrance to the tunnel in the corner once more.
Leng Fei's eerie face suddenly turned pale, and a vicious voice squeezed out from between his teeth: "Chase! Chase!!!
" A mournful bamboo whistle blew everywhere, and countless dark figures rushed towards the mountain path outside the Jiangcheng Family Manor.
"There's a maid carrying a child ahead, hurry and chase!" Pin'er, carrying the child, staggered as she ran, almost
unable to run anymore.
Her meager martial arts skills were no match for those chasing her. She hadn't expected the Moon Worship Cult to
be so efficient, catching up in such a short time.
She ran, panting, blood seeping from her back, making her vision blurry. Her
wounds were numb and itchy; these ruthless people must have coated their darts with poison. She could feel the tingling
sensation spreading from her left shoulder wound, and her left hand and foot were becoming less agile.
She had already been spotted by the men in black, who had fired poisoned darts that struck her shoulder.
Not noticing an outstretched tree root, she stumbled and fell to the ground. This seemingly minor
fall seemed to drain all her strength. She struggled to get up, but found herself powerless.
This was a bend in the mountain path; just a few dozen feet ahead lay a sheer cliff, with a drop of hundreds of
feet.
Pin'er thought that if all else failed, she would have to jump off this cliff. Remembering the humiliation her mistress had suffered,
she would rather die than fall into the hands of such evil people.
Suddenly, a hand landed on her shoulder. A
man in black? Pin'er was terrified and couldn't help but scream. However, the person behind her was clearly experienced
; he tightly covered Pin'er's mouth, preventing her from crying out.
A man emerged from the bushes by the roadside.
Only then did Pin'er see the person covering her mouth—a familiar man's face. The man released his
hand from her mouth.
"Master Ling?" Pin'er was both surprised and delighted.
She recognized the man before her—the Jade Swordsman, Ling Feng. Ling Feng had saved Zhao Yanbing's life when she was traveling the martial world
, and they had traveled together. Ling Feng cared for Zhao Yanbing deeply, and the two were like
brother and sister, always addressing each other as such. However, the observant Dai'er knew that Ling Feng was
the man her young mistress loved.
Unfortunately, neither of them ever confessed their feelings until later, when the Zhao family patriarch betrothed their young mistress to Yue Mingshan, and her
feelings were quietly buried in her heart. However, as her mistress's closest maid, Dai'er understood her
mistress's feelings.
Ling Feng was preparing to head to the Yue family home. Since Zhao Yanbing's marriage, Ling Feng had
secretly buried his love for her, offering his heartfelt blessings to the couple, which brought Zhao Yanbing some comfort amidst her slight sadness
. Perhaps fearing to touch upon his innermost feelings, Ling Feng only saw Zhao Yanbing a few times after her marriage. It wasn't
until he heard that Zhao Yanbing had given birth to a son who was almost six months old that he decided to visit Yue Mingshan
and Zhao Yanbing to see his adorable little nephew.
He was walking on the mountain path near the Yue family residence when he suddenly heard shouts of pursuit. Then he saw a
woman's figure staggering towards him. He hid in the bushes to see what was happening, but unexpectedly
encountered Pin'er.
"You're injured?" "Let me see." Ling Feng saw the bleeding wound on Pin'er's shoulder, frowned, and helped her up.
A numbing sensation spread from the wound, and Pin'er's vision began to blur.
Ling Feng hesitated slightly before pulling open the fabric covering Pin'er's shoulder. Blood was flowing freely from the wound, which
had already turned black and spread over a large area.
"A poisoned dart! You've been hit by a poisoned dart?!" Pin'er relaxed, as if even her last shred of resistance was disappearing
, and waves of dizziness washed over her.
"Master Ling, I can't go on. This is Miss's child, Yue Chong." Handing the child to Ling Feng, Pin'er
gritted her teeth and forced a sliver of strength: "Quickly, go save the Master and Miss! The Moon Worship Cult attacked our house! Their martial arts are extremely
high, and there are so many of them! Everyone in the manor has been killed! The Master is subdued, and Miss... she's been given the aphrodisiac, the Five-Hour
Soul-Destroying Powder! She's being gang-raped by villains! Waaah..." Unable to hold back any longer, Pin'er burst into tears.
Pin'er's words struck Ling Feng like a thunderbolt. He was stunned by the sudden turn of events, momentarily
speechless.
"The Moon Worship Cult? The Five-Watch Soul-Destroying Powder? Wait, you said your young lady was poisoned by the Five-Watch Soul-Destroying Powder!" Pin'er nodded tearfully,
her figure swaying slightly. Ling Feng quickly supported her. "Take me to save them quickly, or it will be too late!" Just
then, a sharp voice rang out: "Quick, after her! She's fleeing this way!" Ling Feng's expression changed. "Quick, hide inside!
" Because they were currently at a bend in the road, the pursuing Moon Worship Cult members hadn't yet spotted
them.
Pin'er immediately snapped back to reality. The enemy had caught up. Her poison wound was already deep; her entire
left arm was beginning to go numb. The poison on the enemy's hidden weapon was clearly extremely potent. Without a suitable antidote,
she might die within an hour.
It was too late. Pin'er's expression hardened. There's only one way to lure the enemy away so Ling
Feng can escape.
"Master Ling, I'm dying! Let me draw them away! You must take care of the child, you must save
Miss!
" Then, with her last bit of strength, she broke free from Ling Feng's grasp, ran a few steps forward, and leaped off the cliff.
Ling Feng was stunned by the sudden turn of events; by the time he reacted, it was too late to save her.
The direction Pin'er ran towards the cliff was directly in front of the Moon Worship Cult assassins, who saw her jump.
A few whooshing sounds of clothes rustling in the wind came, and the Moon Worship Cult members appeared where Pin'er had jumped.
Suppressing his grief over Pin'er's sacrifice, Ling Feng quietly lay in wait in the bushes on the other side of the cliff. He carefully pressed
the infant's acupoint to prevent the child from waking.
She jumped? What about the baby? This woman was injured; she couldn't escape, so she jumped with the baby in her arms.
Captain, what do we do? Damn it, what else can we do? "You three come with me, quickly search everywhere, find out how to
get to the bottom of the valley. You hurry back to that manor and report to Hua Zuo!" The group quickly scattered and went their separate ways. Ling Feng
quietly followed the messenger, a member of the Moon Worship Cult, and sneaked back to the manor.
"Speak! Who made the child go berserk?" Leng Fei punched Yue Mingshan in the stomach, and Yue Mingshan vomited a
mouthful of blood, groaning as he lay on the ground.
Leng Fei stared coldly at him, wishing he could vent all his resentment on Yue Mingshan.
Yue Mingshan was already on the verge of death, but he smiled. The child was rescued? Who was so clever as
to escape from this massacre? He finally felt relieved, and seeing the other party's helpless state, Yue
Mingshan, disregarding his own internal injuries, laughed loudly.
"Can't catch him, can you?" Haha, this is called God having eyes, understand? Hahaha! Leng Fei was completely insane; he was
gritting his teeth in hatred. He was thinking of using the most gruesome torture to torment Yue Mingshan.
Under the table in the pavilion, Zhao Yanbing was writhing madly on the ground. The short, stocky man
had just finished venting his anger on her when Leng Fei burst in. Clearly, the news that someone had escaped with a baby had greatly displeased Leng Fei, making the
surrounding beauties, who were originally planning to take turns enjoying the effects of the aphrodisiac, lose their courage and stand aside.
Suddenly, Leng Fei grabbed Yue Mingshan's hair, pulled out a medicine bottle from his pocket, and frantically poured the pills from the bottle
down Yue Mingshan's throat.
These are all potent aphrodisiacs! The amount you've ingested is enough to ignite twenty bulls! These drugs will make
your penis eternally erect even after you die, and then your lovely wife will go mad stroking your hard penis
until she dies!
Yue Mingshan made a roaring sound, as if trying to say something, but nothing came out. His eyes
were wide and lifeless, blood seeped from his nostrils and mouth, his head lolled to the side, and he died.
His pants had been pulled down. Yue Mingshan's penis was swollen and purple. Leng Fei dragged Yue Mingshan's body
to Zhao Yanbing's side. Zhao Yanbing was being tormented by extreme lust when she suddenly saw an erect
penis placed in her hand. She cried happily, her hands gripping the penis tightly, trying to call for its
owner to fill her up quickly.
But she would never get it, leaving her only with endless anxiety of looking but not being able to have it.
Leng Fei looked at the woman who was suffering from extreme pain due to unsatisfaction. He
was quite satisfied with the sadistic plan he had personally orchestrated. Now it was time to wrap things up.
At this moment, a black-clad member of the Moon Worship Cult rushed in.
"Report! The brothers of Group Three saw that woman jump off a cliff with her child and commit suicide!" "What! She jumped off the cliff!" Leng Fei
roared. "I don't care about the dead or the living, I just want the jade pendant! You must find the child's whereabouts! Immediately arrange for
the brothers to burn down the manor! Everyone else, go search down the cliff!" Turning back, Leng Fei glanced at the already dead
Yue Mingshan and the wildly writhing Zhao Yanbing, a cold glint in his eyes: "These two, leave them here! I
'll torture them to death!
" The group quickly dispersed, and then black smoke began to billow from the houses in the front yard.
At this moment, a figure flashed past the garden entrance, and a person rushed towards the pavilion. It was Ling Feng, carrying the child.
Then he saw the tragic scene in the pavilion.
Looking at Yue Mingshan's miserable death in the pavilion, and his once dignified and gentle lover now acting like the most lewd...
She moaned like a prostitute, and Ling Feng's heart ached. He leaped forward, pressed Zhao Yanbing's pressure points to knock her unconscious, then took off
his outer garment to wrap her naked body, hoisted it onto his shoulder, and carried Yue Mingshan's corpse under his other arm, disappearing into the dense
forest.
Four
... Late at night.
In an inn in Songlin Town, Jiangcheng, the dim red candles flickered. Ling Feng sat on the edge of the bed, looking at
the unconscious woman.
Having secretly buried Yue Mingshan in a valley near the Yue Family Manor, Ling Feng had brought the unconscious Zhao Yanbing
to rest at the inn.
In a baby cradle, a six-month-old baby slept soundly. After being hastily fed thin porridge and milk
, the child finally fell asleep.
Ling Feng's eyes fell on Zhao Yanbing's face.
A round, moon-like face, full lips slightly upturned. A blush rose to her jade-like face. Clearly,
the lust aroused by the aphrodisiac was still consuming this beautiful woman before him. She appeared so serene in her sleep;
who could have imagined that she, under the influence of a powerful aphrodisiac that afternoon, would be so wild and wanton?
In Ling Feng's heart, no matter what unbearable past the woman before him might have endured, she would always be
his sacred and beautiful goddess.
Ling Feng held Zhao Yanbing's hand, stroking it tenderly, recalling every moment they shared.
He had met her at a martial arts gathering when she was just starting out, and then he took this girl, with her touch of girlish
stubbornness, with him, along with the thieves of Jiangnan, to the martial arts tournament of the Five Lakes, and they had faced life and death together. He
had once rescued her from a bandit's lair, and she had once carried him, dying from poison, on her journey to find him, and then
cared for him tirelessly at his bedside during the days and nights he was unconscious.
So when he heard the news of her engagement, he was driven mad. He only then learned that due to the close relationship between the Yue and Zhao families
, she had been betrothed by her parents at a young age, and he was merely a fleeting passerby.
He ultimately chose to escape, burying this feeling deep in his heart.
He originally thought that his fate with her was completely severed, that she would henceforth be just
a Yue Madam he could only glimpse from afar.
Until one crazy night arrived.
Thinking of this, Ling Feng's eyes seemed to well up with a misty haze.
He was certain he would never forget that night.
It was his sweetest memory, one he hoped to cherish forever deep within his heart, and
take this secret with him to his grave.
The Zhao family, the night before Master Zhao's birthday.
Friends who had traveled from afar to offer their congratulations usually arrived early, and Ling Feng was also there; Master Zhao had once saved
Ling Feng's life.
His newlywed daughter, Zhao Yanbing, also returned to her parents' home early with her husband, Yue Mingshan.
That evening, a group of people were eating and chatting, and no one noticed Zhao Yanbing's slightly unusual expression.
She knew Ling Feng's eyes were on her, which made her heart pound.
Although she had obeyed her parents' wishes and married Yue Mingshan, her childhood sweetheart, and the two had
lived a respectful life together,
she could only bury her feelings for Ling Feng deep within her heart forever.
It was a feeling tinged with guilt and regret.
And that night, under Ling Feng's gaze, that guilt and sadness surged into her heart again.
She excused herself, saying she felt a little dizzy and wanted to rest early, and left the table. Yue Mingshan, however, thoughtfully asked her what was wrong.
Seeing that his wife was only a little tired, he was relieved and told her to rest early, while he took on the responsibility of entertaining guests
, acting as if he were half a son.
Zhao Yanbing got up and left. As she left, she couldn't help but glance at Ling Feng, and
their eyes met. She quickly turned her head away and walked away.
Then Ling Feng drank blankly, his ears ringing with the loud conversations and toasts from the crowd, but none of it
registered in his mind.
Her last glance before leaving struck Ling Feng's heart like a hammer blow.
It was a look of guilt, fear, and a longing to say something.
He knew she wanted to explain to him, to persuade him to forget each other; she always felt she had wronged herself. Thinking of
this, he gave a bitter smile: Silly girl, why are you like this? Don't you know I already
know exactly what you're thinking?
Finally, unable to sit still any longer, slightly tipsy, he left his seat.
By this time, quite a bit of alcohol had been consumed, and several of the less-than-ideal drinkers had already left the table, drunk. Yue Mingshan,
however, was a good drinker and naturally had to continue the revelry with the guests.
He wandered aimlessly in the darkness, his longing for her raging like a venomous snake, his slightly tipsy mind
filled with her image.
Suddenly, he stopped. As if possessed, he found himself standing before her bedroom.
This was her former boudoir, which, after she and her husband returned home, naturally became their temporary bedroom.
The door was ajar. There was no light in the doorway; she had already blew out the lamp and gone to bed. The dark doorway now
stood before him.
As if possessed, he walked over quietly, hesitated for a moment, and then stepped into the room.
The room was filled with a faint, unique fragrance of a woman's boudoir. He could vaguely see her curled up
on the bed, lying on her side facing inwards, presumably asleep. Through the sparse light filtering in from outside,
the alluring curves of the young woman's body were faintly visible.
He stared at that beautiful curve.
The alcohol easily stirred his fantasies, and he seemed to see that alluring body right there on this bed,
writhing and entwining beneath Yue Mingshan.
Those soft breasts and full, firm buttocks flashed through his memory. When he rescued her, he had...
He held that alluring body in his arms, the brief contact between them having stirred his imagination.
Uncontrollable desire quickly took over his mind. Driven by the alcohol, his reason rapidly faded
, then was completely replaced by lust.
A wicked thought formed in his mind.
She was already asleep. If I climbed into bed now, she would definitely think it was Yue Mingshan. Oh, would she find out
? No, absolutely not. I must love her properly this once, just once is enough. She certainly wouldn't know
; let it be a beautiful memory for myself.
The man's desire finally completely took over. He quietly approached the bed, took off his clothes, lay down
beside the woman, and then, his hands touched her voluptuous body.
Zhao Yanbing wasn't asleep.
She had returned to her room early, blew out the light, curled up on the bed, letting her thoughts run wild
.
No matter how wildly her thoughts raced, they always ended up with that man.
She knew she could be a dutiful wife and a dutiful mother, supporting her husband and raising her children until
she grew old.
But this man would forever remain deep within her heart, perhaps fading gradually, but always there.
This thought terrified her; it made her feel guilty towards her husband. At the same time, she felt a deep sense of guilt, feeling she
had wronged the man she had loved.
She always felt a sense of guilt.
Just as she was lost in thought, she sensed someone enter the room and climb into bed.
It was naturally her husband, she thought. In her own home, she naturally didn't worry about
anyone else coming in besides her husband.
Her husband's hands began to explore her body, her flat stomach, her pert buttocks, then his hands wandered
to her full breasts, enjoying this newly developed, fertile field.
The passion of newlyweds is always strong; her husband wanted to enjoy himself with her almost every day, and
the two of them were always...
A tingling, numbing sensation spread through Zhao Yanbing's soft breasts as they were gently kneaded. She felt as if her body was floating
, and she closed her eyes, enjoying the man's caresses.
Gradually, she felt her body growing hotter. The man's hands seemed to carry an electric current; wherever he touched
, the nerves there were sensitively stimulated, and a tingling, soft sensation spread throughout her
body with his touch. Her breasts changed shape in his hands, and occasionally his fingers brushed against her erect nipples, the unusual stimulation
causing her to moan softly.
Desire gathered on the skin the man had touched, and waves of longing began to surge through her heart. Her moans
grew more frequent. Her soft waist twisted restlessly, her strong legs tightly intertwined and wriggled,
then separated, and quickly coiled together again.
The desires of a newlywed woman are always difficult to suppress; a wet sensation came from her lower body, which was already soaked
and wet.
However, Zhao Yanbing noticed something unusual about her husband today. His caresses seemed less
practiced than usual, and his hands even trembled slightly. But these doubts were quickly drowned out by
the intense pleasure she felt. She didn't bother to think about the reason anymore, simply opening herself up completely, anticipating
deeper caresses from him.
While she was in a daze, the man gently turned her over, rolling over onto her. His strong body
pressed against hers, his chest squeezing her soft breasts, the slight movement sending a strange sensation through
her, reigniting her desire.
The man entered her. She let out a satisfied sigh, a happy gasp escaping her throat
.
The man began to thrust.
She felt an unusually intense sensation in her vagina, the soft walls of her vagina
undulating with each gentle, slow thrust. Tonight, his penis seemed even larger; perhaps it was because of the alcohol
? This feeling excited her even more. The extreme fullness deep inside her vagina made her involuntarily sway her
ample hips, which seemed to alleviate some of the fullness, but the tingling sensation was amplified to an extreme degree
. The sensation in her lower body, the layers of folds in her vagina, felt like a gentle mouth licking the man's thick
penis.
Enjoying the man's slow, gentle thrusts, she finally realized that the man today was giving her so many different
sensations.
In the past, her husband would always arouse her to the point of overflowing lust, then lick every sensitive area of her body with his nimble tongue
, and finally, when she was groaning in unbearable pain, he would frantically thrust into her, then thrust rapidly,
bringing himself to his first climax.
But today, the man was different. He was more gentle in his caresses and gentle in his thrusts, letting
the walls of her vagina freely envelop his penis. And today, his penis, slowly moving in and out of her vagina, seemed even more
swollen; she even suspected that her husband had taken some kind of aphrodisiac.
The man on top of her seemed gentler than usual, his movements as soft as if afraid of hurting her. She found
herself enjoying this fatal tenderness even more, because her juices had uncontrollably overflowed. The extreme
wetness gave her the illusion that her vagina was expanding infinitely, perfectly
enveloping the man's flesh. With each withdrawal of his penis, a gush of white fluid was brought out,
staining her plump labia.
Filled with this even more pleasurable confusion, her hand touched the man's face.
Her eyes widened.
From the sensation in her palm, she could guess it was a handsome man's face, but clearly not her
husband's; his face was slightly plumper.
Her heart sank.
Her supple, serpentine waist was receiving the man's gentle thrusts, swaying rhythmically to find the perfect point of
contact.
Then, it suddenly paused.
The man on top of her wasn't her husband!
She was terrified by her discovery, almost screaming in horror.
Was she being secretly violated? What was this? Rape? Drugging?
Who was so bold? Climbing into her own home, into her own bed, and taking her body?
The shock was brief, then she began to recall the feeling of touching this man.
It was a sense of déjà vu.
She was even certain she had touched this face before.
A handsome face appeared in her mind.
She embraced the man's strong waist, her hand touching his left shoulder. There, she saw a three- or four-
inch-long scar.
She immediately understood everything.
The man was unaware of the many changes the woman beneath him had just undergone. He continued his slow, rhythmic thrusts
, his hands caressing her breasts, his firm, powerful buttocks rhythmically undulating,
diligently serving the beautiful body beneath him.
Suddenly, Zhao Yanbing began to writhe wildly, seemingly releasing all restraint. Her moans, no longer
confined, flowed freely, her breath coming in gasps. Her arms tightly embraced the man's neck, her full, moist
lips finally finding his in the darkness. She kissed him passionately, her tongue darting deep into
his mouth, trying to absorb everything.
It seemed she wanted to completely devour the man on top of her.
Her strong, long legs wrapped tightly around the man's waist. He sensed her thirst, and his thrusts
grew stronger, the intense impact causing her to cry out in pleasure.
From the moment his penis penetrated deep into the body of his beloved woman, Ling Feng was completely engulfed in
a sea of desire.
Only in the moment of penetration did he realize he finally possessed his beloved woman, even if
it was merely a brief moment of madness.
Ling Feng was a philanderer; his cultivated "Spring Yang" technique enhanced his sexual prowess, and he
had tasted many women, from young maidens to long-deprived wives.
However, none of this could compare to the pleasure the woman beneath him brought.
That tragic, fruitless love affair made his longing for her even more profound. He tried
seeking out various women, attempting to replace his yearning with lust, but he sadly discovered it
was all in vain.
And today, he finally tasted the body he had dreamed of. Her vulva, like her, was delicate and tender,
utterly captivating.
So he used all his skills to satisfy his beloved woman, to ensure she would deeply remember this
night of pleasure, even though she didn't know the man possessing her wasn't her husband.
But he hadn't expected her to suddenly become so thirsty, so eager for sexual satisfaction; her
initiative almost overwhelmed him.
He absolutely couldn't let his woman go unsatisfied.
So he gave himself completely, completely letting go. His penis galloped like a wild horse, he wanted to bring the woman the greatest possible
pleasure.
He succeeded.
He brought her to the peak of pleasure time and time again.
He didn't know how much time had passed; he completely forgot how shameful his actions were, he only
wanted to enjoy the beautiful body beneath him as much as possible.
Finally, with another scream of orgasm from her, he convulsively ejaculated his thick semen
deep into the woman's vagina. Then the two of them collapsed as if paralyzed.
The woman tightly hugged Ling Feng's neck, holding him so he couldn't move.
Lying there, he softly heard the woman's voice in his ear: "Brother, I'm so happy, so very happy."
Seemingly hesitant for a moment, the woman's soft voice rang out again: "I will always remember this moment. At this
moment, I am so happy." Ling Feng embraced the woman, assuming she was whispering sweet nothings to her husband
.
Then the woman fell into a deep sleep.
Ling Feng quietly got up, dressed, and left the bed.
He knew he had to leave, or he would be discovered.
Before leaving, he was a little worried, afraid of waking the woman in bed, and even more afraid that she would discover the truth.
He took one last look at his beloved woman.
Fortunately, the woman was sleeping soundly, emitting soft, peaceful breaths. The earlier frenzy had exhausted
her; perhaps she was having a sweet dream.
Ling Feng gently kissed the woman's lips.
Then he slipped out the door and disappeared into the darkness.
As he left the room, Ling Feng didn't notice that the woman's eyelashes fluttered slightly. The woman 　　, who had been pretending to sleep
, opened her eyes, looking at the gauze curtains above the bed, seemingly reliving everything that had just happened.
Two lines of tears silently crept up her face.
In the darkness, everything returned to silence. 　　Ling Feng's thoughts withdrew from his memories, gazing at the sleeping woman before him. 　　He deeply loved this woman. However, their vastly different social statuses destined their love to a tragic 　　end. 　　Ling Feng was not from a prestigious sect. 　　Therefore, Ling Feng's fame in the martial arts world was not based on his sect, but on his identity. 　　His identity was somewhat dishonorable: the leader of the Qinling Red Turban Bandits.

To put it simply: he's almost a bandit.
A beloved daughter of a powerful martial arts family and a bandit—there shouldn't be any story between them, and even if there were,
it should be completely erased.
Because the martial arts world has its hierarchy, and it values social standing.
People in the martial arts world naturally need to eat and wear clothes, and they need money. Money doesn't fall from the sky; it has to be
earned through skill. Therefore, major martial arts families either escort goods, run large businesses, or
are simply large landowners.
Martial arts families, on the other hand, are more involved in officialdom, holding some official position, sending their sons to
serve in the army or government offices, or working as full-time bodyguards for high-ranking officials.
The Zhao family is a wealthy family that makes a living by trading silk.
Poor men in the martial arts world generally have to sell their strength to make a living, being hired as bodyguards or
mercenaries by wealthy families, fighting and killing everywhere.
As for those whose morals weren't particularly high, petty theft or robbery became an excellent profession,
a stage to showcase their abilities. The more wicked became ruthless
bandits, robbing and plundering without blinking an eye.
Many more formed gangs of varying sizes, some even engaging in activities forbidden by the government
.
However, a significant number of thieves functioned more like organized groups. They rarely raided homes,
relying instead on their strength and engaging in shady dealings, such as smuggling gems, salt, or
iron. Occasionally, they would target wealthy, unscrupulous merchants or local tyrants. They frequently
extended a helping hand to the poor in the surrounding area during times of disaster or destitution,
providing them with necessities at reasonable prices or even as a gift. In the eyes of the poor, they were more compassionate than bodhisattvas.
They called such thieves "righteous thieves.
" The Red Turban Thieves were a particularly famous group of righteous thieves in this region.
The original leader of this bandit gang was none other than Ling Feng's master. He hadn't made a name for himself in the martial arts world, but
he was the one who single-handedly built this bandit organization. Unfortunately, Ling Feng's master was
fatally wounded during a government-led campaign.
After his master's death, Ling Feng became the new leader of the Red Turban Bandits.
Several years earlier, a gang called "Crescent Moon" had appeared near the Hanzhong trade route, led by the
wealthy Long family of Qingyang Town, a major town in Hanzhou. The head of the family, "Evil Dragon" Long Shihong, wielded a masterful cloak-blade, effectively becoming
the local tyrant of Qingyang Town.
The Long family not only colluded with the government, setting up roadblocks on the official road to illegally collect tolls, but also wantonly bullied the people, harassing both
men and women. Many martial arts heroes challenged him to eliminate this villain, but they were either captured or fell under Evil
Dragon's blade; no one could defeat him.
Finally, the Red Turban Bandits appeared in Qingyang Town.
After a breathtaking battle, the evil dragon fell to Ling Feng's sword. "Crescent Moon" vanished from the martial world
. Qingyang Town returned to peace.
Ling Feng's reputation spread throughout the martial world.
However, all this couldn't change his origins; among the righteous figures of the martial world, he was, after all, a thief. At least
, that's how Zhao Yanbing's elders saw him.
Under pressure from her family, Zhao Yanbing married Yue Mingshan, while he continued his life
of fighting and killing with the Red Scarf Bandits.
Ling Feng stood there, gently holding the hand of the sleeping woman on the bed.
Her fair and smooth skin was so endearing. He looked at her, his eyes filled with sorrow.
There was no antidote for the poison of the Five-Watch Ecstasy Powder. The only thing he could do was to put her to sleep temporarily.
But time was running out; as soon as dawn broke the next day, the beautiful woman before him would perish.
He was powerless to stop it all, forced to watch helplessly as this moment arrived. This helplessness
drove him mad.
He gripped his hair tightly, forcing himself to calm down, continuing his hopeless thoughts,
trying to find a way to save her life.
But it was all in vain.
The only thing he could do now was to use his internal energy to forcefully suppress the effects of the aphrodisiac, thus sparing her
from its torment for a short time.
The woman on the bed stirred, about to wake up.
Zhao Yanbing leaned against the headboard, tears streaming down her face.
She hadn't recovered from the devastating blow. Everything had happened so suddenly, without warning; her family
was destroyed. Her husband was brutally murdered, her in-laws wiped out. And everything she had suffered filled her with humiliation
that made her want to die immediately.
Although she knew it was the aphrodisiac, the memory of her enemy teasing her body,
ravaging and venting his lust on her, made her unable to face herself.
All she could think about now was death.
Fortunately, she couldn't escape death anyway; as soon as dawn broke, she would leave this world and never
have to worry about anything again.
Looking at the rocking cradle in the room, it was the only thing that gave her some comfort.
Fortunately, her son was still alive; that was enough solace for her now. She would
leave this world at daybreak, but thankfully, her son could be entrusted to someone she could trust.
She looked at the man sitting by the bed.
This was the man she trusted most. Her trust in him even surpassed that in her husband.
Looking at him, a wave of tenderness washed over her.
His handsome face was now filled with deep worry in his eyes. She knew this man was
grieving for her.
He hadn't married yet, and she knew why.
Zhao Yanbing knew she owed him far too much.
Ling Feng was also looking at Zhao Yanbing. He caught her gaze, then she looked away.
He could easily imagine what the woman on the bed was thinking. After such a huge blow and humiliation,
she no longer had the courage to live.
Therefore, he didn't reveal what he was going to do. Even if she were completely healthy now,
it would be extremely difficult to get her to muster the courage to live. Moreover,
he had no idea how effective the method he had adopted out of desperation would be.
He also knew that verbal persuasion was useless now, so he just sat quietly, watching
her.
The room was quiet, with only the crackling of the burning candle wax.
Zhao Yanbing finally turned her face, her eyes returning to his.
As if she had mustered her courage, she raised her head and looked directly into Ling Feng's eyes.
Her eyes seemed to flicker with many unspeakable emotions.
"Brother Feng, before that... before that drug takes effect, how much time do I have left to be conscious?" Zhao Yanbing
asked softly, her weak voice breaking Ling Feng's heart.
"Less than half an hour."
She trembled slightly; this was the last brief moment she could think independently in this world. In an instant,
countless memories flooded her mind. Many things she had desperately pursued now seemed so ridiculous;
and many things she had never cared about before resurfaced, revealing their immense value, things
she would never have the chance to possess again. All regrets would vanish with her death.
The turbulent thoughts gradually subsided, and she found that all that remained in her heart was endless longing for the man before her
, and an unspeakable guilt.
Perhaps it is true that one only understands their true feelings when facing death.
She found she had so much to say to the man before her.
So much to say, she didn't know where to begin.
Suddenly, she grasped the man's hand, holding it tightly, as if afraid he would suddenly disappear.
She wanted to ask him one question first.
"Brother, that night, the night before Dad's birthday, it was you in my room, wasn't it?"
This seemingly random question startled Ling Feng. A strange expression crossed his face, like
a child caught stealing candy.
"Actually, I knew it was you the moment I saw you." She paused. "I touched your face, I touched
your shoulder.
I bandaged that wound myself; I... I know that scar better than you do."
He finally understood.
Suddenly, he remembered her inexplicable words afterward. At first, he felt something was off. Now he finally
understood; she was just saying it to him.
"Brother, I was truly happy, really."
"It wasn't until after we got married that I realized how much I couldn't forget you. You don't know, I dreamt
of that time again. I... I will always cherish that moment." She stared into his eyes, her eyes already brimming with
tears.
She held his hand, pressing her face against his. "It's a pity I let you down. I'm so sorry. Do you
hate me?"
He choked up, wanting to say something but unable to utter a word, only gripping her hand tightly and shaking
his head desperately.
Although she knew the answer was yes, seeing his expression still brought her some comfort
.
Suddenly, she sat up straight, staring deeply at him with boundless tenderness. "Brother Feng, if there's a next
life, I'll definitely be your wife, I promise.
" Ling Feng could no longer hold back, pulling the beautiful woman on the bed tightly into his arms, letting her tears
soak his chest.
"Don't think like that, I can definitely save you. I'll find you the best doctor. You must pull through
..." Tears welled up in Ling Feng's eyes as he held her tightly.
Zhao Yanbing smiled sadly, knowing the man was comforting her, she still felt a warmth in her heart.
"Brother Feng, just hold me like this, let me die peacefully in your arms, okay?"
Ling Feng didn't speak, he just hugged her tightly, his head stroking her hair. Zhao Yanbing quietly
nestled in the man's arms, closing her eyes to enjoy this rare moment of tenderness.
Time passed slowly.
Curled up in the man's arms, Zhao Yanbing gradually felt hot, and a blush began to rise on her face.
Zhao Yanbing knew that the effects of the aphrodisiac temporarily suppressed in her body were now gradually returning. And with
the effects of the drug, she would soon fall into lust, completely losing her mind; this would be her
last moment in this time. Then, at dawn, she would leave this world completely.
She hugged the man who was holding her tightly.
She decided to dedicate her last moments to him.
So she grabbed the man's hand.
"Brother, take me!" she said, staring intently at the man.
The man just looked at her. She knew that the man was struggling fiercely inside.
A blush crept across her face as she took his hand and firmly placed it against her soft breasts. Tilting
her head back, she pressed her lips to his. "Brother, I don't have much time left. I just want
your tenderness in my final moments, okay?"
Her voice trembled with a sob.
"Brother, don't let me leave with regrets! I don't want to die tormented by lust. I want you to
love me like that night. Let me leave in pleasure, okay?"
Tears welled in her eyes as she tightly embraced his neck and kissed him passionately.
The woman's tenderness completely melted him; he couldn't refuse, nor did he want to. He
kissed her passionately, his hands undressing her until her bare body was completely free of any restraint.
The woman, in turn, worked for him, helping him remove his clothes, revealing his strong body.
His muscular, naked body pressed the woman beneath him.
The blanket had been kicked to the corner of the bed, and the two naked bodies rolled on the clean, soft mattress.
Love and lust surged through Zhao Yanbing's heart. She stroked the man's broad back, her vulva pressed tightly against his
swollen erection, then her waist twisted restlessly, her face rubbing against his neck, her moist lips
finding his lips again.
Their mouths sometimes touched lightly and quickly like two goldfish, sometimes pressed tightly together, their tongues
sucking deep into each other's mouths, like two intertwined snakes. Then their mouths parted again.
The man's lips kissed the woman's breasts, his tongue licking her taut nipples around her areolas.
The woman's mouth increasingly focused on moaning; her lips were slightly parted, emitting occasional, sickly groans
.
Her hands gripped the man's head, her body twisting more violently. The man was
working hard on her breasts, kneading them with his large hands and sucking with his agile tongue. She was swept away by
intense pleasure.
Her hands tightly embraced the man's head, pressing it against her breasts, clearly hoping he would intensify
his efforts on her full breasts for a more intense sensation.
Her head turned uneasily, letting out a groan of unbearable pleasure, then quickly turned away again. Her
long, black hair cascaded down the bedside like a waterfall as her head moved.
In the thick pubic hair below, the entrance to her vulva was completely soaked and muddy. A sticky, slippery, watery
substance gushed from deep within her vulva, overflowing from her folds of flesh and flowing down her buttocks and inner thighs.
The waiting was so agonizing; she could no longer bear the unbearable loneliness in her lower body. A joyful cry rose within her,
one hand tightly gripping the man's strong waist, pressing down with all her might. The other hand grasped his erect penis,
its heavy weight intensifying her restless writhing.
She laboriously led this long-awaited snake to the entrance.
The man clearly understood her needs; with a thrust of his hips, his penis parted her tender labia, and
enveloped in the slippery fluid, it slid effortlessly into the depths of her hidden cave. In the well-lubricated opening, the air was
compressed by the thick shaft, producing a soft "plop."
It was as if the man had sounded the charge.
The long-awaited pleasure suddenly arrived; the woman arched her back, allowing the man's penetration to be even more complete. A sudden
, tingling sensation surged from her lower body, then rose to her throat, causing the woman to let out a soft moan.
The man gently pressed against her depths, then slowly twisted his hips, his penis
enveloped by the layers of tender flesh inside her vagina, gently pressed deep within, swirling and circling with his movements.
This was exactly the feeling the woman desired.
Her long, strong legs tightly hooked around the man's waist, her arms wrapped around his neck, her hips
swaying gracefully in response. Pleasure rapidly accumulated.
She remembered that night of intimacy in the darkness.
That feeling was so wonderful, deeply imprinted in her memory. Many times she had recalled that
tender intimacy in her dreams.
And now, she finally experienced that feeling in reality again.
In the moment before leaving this world, she finally enjoyed the tenderness of the man she had once deeply loved. He
was offering himself to her with the most direct and real physical love between a man and a woman, expressing his attachment to her.
Holding her beloved man tightly, she felt the fullness and tingling of her vagina. With the powerful
movements of his waist, waves of soft pleasure rippled through the walls and depths of her vagina. All of this brought her extreme comfort.
Her eyes were already moist, a feeling of blissful satisfaction.
Although the moment would only be brief, she was already content.
Gradually, the pleasure intensified, and she found herself becoming increasingly delirious, her body growing hotter and hotter.
The aphrodisiac, which Ling Feng had forcibly suppressed with his internal energy, began to take effect again.
She finally succumbed to endless lust once more.
Outside the window, the sky began to lighten. A few rooster crows echoed in the distance.
Her body suddenly began to move strangely, emitting moans of extreme pleasure.
"Faster, thrust into me faster. Brother, I feel so good, faster, oh… oh…"
Ling Feng knew the final moment was approaching.
"Ah Bing, tell me, you are Ah Bing, you are Ah Bing. I, Ling Feng, am the man you deeply love..."
"As long as my penis enters your body, you will remember me—Ling Feng, your man~~~~~"
Zhao Yanbing, in a daze, heard the man's magical voice.
Almost without thinking, she murmured these words repeatedly.
I am Ah Bing, Ling Feng is the man I deeply love.
Yes, as long as he enters me, I will remember him, Ling Feng, Ling Feng is my man.
An extreme orgasm exploded from the depths of her body, surging out of her vagina, and she finally screamed and convulsed. She
reached her final orgasm. Her vaginal fluid gushed out strangely, and life left her body with the discharge
.
Her consciousness, like a candle flame in a storm, was finally extinguished completely in a powerful tempest.
I am Ah Bing, Ling Feng is my man.
This was her last memory before her consciousness faded.
Six
.
Ling Feng stood quietly in front of the bed.
Zhao Yanbing lay quietly on the bed. However, she had no heartbeat and no breath.
If anyone else were present, they would surely say she was dead.
But Ling Feng didn't believe she was dead.
In his view, she had merely fainted, temporarily without breath or heartbeat.
It would simply be an infinitely long coma.
Ling Feng's face was pale, his eyes somewhat dazed.
However, it would be a mistake to think that Ling Feng was blinded by grief .
Because at the moment Zhao Yanbing's life force collapsed, Ling Feng did something.
He swiftly sealed her life force with a technique
—his sect's ultimate skill—the Soul-Sealing Finger.
He absolutely could not let Zhao Yanbing die; he would try anything, even if there was only a sliver of hope.
And he found a sliver of hope.
However, the Five-Watch Soul-Sealing Powder was deadly, and there was no antidote.
In his desperate contemplation, he remembered a method his senior uncle had once mentioned, a
method that was almost impossible to call feasible.
Ling Feng had a senior uncle.
His master had died a few years ago, leaving only him and his senior uncle in the sect.
However, to be precise, aside from his perfectly normal martial arts skills, in terms of mentality and sanity, he was like an
old child.
More often than not, Ling Feng had to take care of this eccentric, childlike senior uncle.
Their sect was a hidden sect in the Qinling Mountains. In fact, one could say that their ancestor hadn't founded a sect,
so no one in the martial arts world knew about it. Their grandmaster had once been a Taoist priest. After retiring from the martial arts world, he settled here.
The grandmaster took in two disciples. The elder disciple was this eccentric senior uncle, whose greatest pleasure was
becoming a martial arts scholar, researching all sorts of strange and unusual things, unlike his junior brother who was always fighting
and killing.
So, naturally, he stayed in the sect's old ancestral home. It was a deep mountain in the Qinling Mountains, where
several loyal servants took care of the somewhat old sect residence.
Things like food, drink, and money were definitely not his concern; in his view, these were
his junior brother's, and later, Ling Feng's, junior nephew's, responsibility.
He even threatened that if they didn't pay, he would go out and rob people, ruining their
reputation.
Ling Feng, of course, wasn't afraid of his senior uncle ruining his so-called reputation.
He felt he didn't have a good reputation anyway, and even if he did, he wouldn't care.
However, he naturally had to take care of his senior uncle. Ling Feng was completely helpless with his senior uncle; after all, he was an
orphan, raised by his master and senior uncle together.
In his eyes, his senior uncle was a madman.
Everyone who knew him said so, even his master said it helplessly.
But his senior uncle himself clearly had no such intuition. This senior uncle felt perfectly normal, only
that he was too clever, his ideas a bit ahead of their time, and no one could understand him.
So he was very sad; he had no disciples, and everyone else ran away at the sight of him, except for his junior
brother's only disciple, Ling Feng. In the eyes of this strange senior uncle, this little kid was the most obedient.
Ling Feng had no way to deal with his strange senior uncle calling him a little kid; he could only respond with a wry smile.
Fortunately, this senior uncle, aside from his extremely eccentric personality and mental instability, was incredibly learned.
What his master taught him, this senior uncle often interpreted differently.
Ling Feng practiced the Xiaoyao Sect's ultimate technique—the Spring Sun Skill.
The Spring Sun Skill followed the path of masculinity; once one broke through the third level, internal energy would continuously flow, its power
sufficient to allow them to roam the martial world.
Reaching the fourth level would place them among the ranks of martial arts masters. For several generations, only the
fourth level had been reached in the sect. No one had been able to break through to the final realm. Therefore, the fifth level of the Spring Sun Skill was more like
a bygone glory in the old man's words, serving no other purpose than reminiscing and narcissism.
But this eccentric, seemingly mad senior uncle knew another benefit of the Spring Sun Skill.
He mysteriously told Ling Feng about it after pestering him to accompany him on a month-long monkey-catching expedition in the mountains.
This benefit only appeared after reaching the fifth level of the Spring Sun Skill.
Upon reaching the fourth level, the masculine power of the Spring Sun Technique reaches its peak, which also marks a bottleneck in its cultivation
.
If a person with a yin constitution engages in dual cultivation at this point, the Spring Sun Technique can quickly break through to the fifth level. Once
the fifth level is reached, with the help of the dual cultivation, the Spring Sun Technique will unleash a powerful vitality, allowing one to maintain eternal youth. The man
can freely control his yang essence without leaking his yang energy, while the woman practicing with him will have her yin essence stimulated by this powerful vitality, thus
preserving her youth.
Therefore, someone who has cultivated the Spring Sun Technique to the fifth level can revitalize a dying woman.
"For example, if a woman is critically injured and about to die, and you possess the fifth level of the Spring Sun Divine Skill,
you can immediately grab her, simultaneously channeling your inner energy to circulate through her meridians, and have sex with her until she's nearly dead.
Heh heh, little one, don't be shy, I'm teaching you properly! Just wait until she's close to orgasm, then use your penis
to activate the Spring Sun Skill, pushing the yang energy into her uterus, and her life will have a chance to be restored."
This is exactly what the strange master had told Ling Feng.
"How could it be such a coincidence that it happens when a woman is dying? Besides, no one has
ever successfully cultivated the fifth level of the skill. And without this skill, isn't it useless?" Ling Feng casually retorted.
The strange master tilted his head and suddenly said, "You can use our sect's Soul-Sealing Finger technique to
seal the injured woman's life force, then place her in the Xuanbing Cave in the back mountain until you've mastered the fifth level of the divine skill, then release her
and heal her."
The Soul-Sealing Finger is a secret technique of our sect. It uses powerful, yang-type internal energy to strike acupoints, instantly sealing
the flow of vital energy and halting life. However, it's generally used to injure people; I never expected my senior uncle to have such an understanding.
The Mysterious Ice Cave is a cave in the back mountain, located in a deep crevice. The Mysterious Ice Cave is
the eye of the Yin-Yang meridian between heaven and earth, greatly aiding in the cultivation of pure yang internal energy and assisting in refining pure yang power.
My master decided to live in seclusion here after discovering the Xuanbing Cave.
Deep within the Xuanbing Cave is a small cave with a platform-like rock protruding from the center.
Wisps of cold air constantly emerge from several small cracks in the cave walls, resembling springs. If a dying person enters a
state of suspended animation, sealing their breath and lying on the rock platform, the dense Xuan Yin energy can seal away their life force. No matter how
long the body remains, it will remain unchanged from the moment they entered the cave and will not be damaged.
What my master described is precisely this extremely Yin ice cave within the Xuanbing Cave.
"If you seal a person's life force with the Soul-Sealing Finger, their mind and consciousness will become disordered. But you can use
the Bewitching Technique I taught you. If you can use the Bewitching Technique first, the chances of waking them up and restoring them to normal after the Spring Sun Technique stimulates their life
force will be much greater. Hmm, I'm truly a genius, haha, haha, hahaha..."
Then he patted his sparsely haired head and laughed strangely, clearly
pleased with his own unparalleled wisdom.
Ling Feng could only look at his old, childlike senior uncle with a wry smile, not taking his
words seriously at all. After all, it was too unreliable.
However, at this moment, in his utter helplessness, Ling Feng remembered his senior uncle's theory.
There was no other way.
And the success rate of this method, frankly speaking, was pitifully low.
Not to mention that these steps were merely his senior uncle's wild thoughts, he had
no confidence in their reliability at all.
Even if everything were feasible, when would he be able to master the fifth level of the divine skill?
The eccentric senior uncle had a different understanding of the sect's Spring Yang Skill, even completely denying
everything his master had said.
According to the eccentric senior uncle, not only did his master not know, but even his grandmaster didn't know?
But clearly, the eccentric senior uncle believed this, because according to him, he had very seriously
studied the notes and insights of the past generations of patriarchs on their cultivation methods, and he had come to a completely different understanding.
In his view, the Spring Yang Skill had a completely different way of cultivation.
That was to start learning from a young age, like those evil sects that relied on sexual intercourse to increase their power,
treating the Spring Yang Skill as a kind of lewd practice, and relying on certain rare drugs that could enhance male potency and sexual desire, which could quickly
increase the purity and concentration of the Spring Yang Skill.
"If you can practice the Spring Yang Skill from birth, if you can catch some large yang objects and eat them from a young age,
if you are lucky, you can cultivate to the fifth level of the divine skill by your age."
Ling Feng had no other choice and decided to try. Even if Zhao Yanbing could never wake up in the Xuanbing Cave, it was still 　　better
than watching her die after dawn . 　　After carefully tidying Zhao Yanbing's clothes, Ling Feng left the room and closed the door. 　　Several hours later, a carriage left the inn. Inside, a woman lay quietly on a neatly made 　　bed. 　　The driver was holding an infant, struggling to soothe it. 　　The carriage sped westward along the official road. 　　Dozens of miles away, on a riverbank, stood dozens of Moon Worshipers dressed in black. 　　Leng Fei stood there, his eyes flashing with coldness 　　and helpless despair. 　　On the ground before him lay a woman's outer garment and an infant's swaddling clothes. 　　These had been pulled from the water; nothing else was there. 　　The river in this area was treacherous; the swift current made a slight bend here before continuing its journey for dozens of 　　miles before joining the vast Yangtze River. 　　Clearly, the woman who had fled yesterday and ultimately jumped off a cliff had fallen into the water; her and the infant's 　　bodies could not be found. 　　That wretched woman is surely doomed. Even disregarding the fall from the nearly hundred-foot cliff, 　　the poisoned dart in her body alone would be fatal. He 　　knew the toxicity of Wu Laosan's poisoned dart. 　　However, this meant the jade pendant on the baby would never be found. The body was probably already washed 　　ashore in the river, and searching for a baby's body in the river 　　was no different from finding a place to sleep and immediately having a daydream. 　　He turned and left with extreme resentment. 　　"Bang!" 　　His extremely angry hand slammed down on the sturdy elm table, shattering it like rotten wood. 　　In a secluded courtyard, a tall, white-bearded old man withdrew his hand from the shattered table, 　　turned around, and stared coldly at the messenger. 　　This was a message urgently delivered by Leng Fei via carrier pigeon, and clearly, the old man was very disappointed. 　　"What's wrong with Leng Fei? He can't even handle this?" 　　Trying to calm himself down a bit, he waved his hand, and the messenger quickly retreated. 　　Beside the old man stood a young man, dressed in luxurious clothes, seemingly from an official family. 　　"Master, I think Venerable Hua must have done his best, but an accident happened." 　　The young man comforted the old man. 　　"Alas, if I could obtain the Ningxia Jade Pendant, I could comprehend the cultivation secrets of the Moon Worship Divine Skill. Once 　　the skill is mastered, the revival of the Moon Worship Sect will be easy, and your great cause will surely be realized smoothly!" 　　The old man's voice was somewhat agitated. He was none other than Yin Tian, the leader of the Moon Worship Sect. He hadn't expected that Yin Tian would escape 　　the combined attack of the righteous sects of the martial world and be alive and well here. 　　A deep regret appeared on his face. 　　After standing quietly for a while, the old man seemed to have calmed down. 　　Seeing that the old man had calmed down, the young man, noticing it was getting late, bid him farewell. 　　"Yes, you may go back. Remember, your identity must never be revealed; everything must be done in secrecy." 　　The old man turned around. "You are my only disciple. It won't be long before you take over the position of Sect Master. 　　I am old; the heavy responsibility of glorifying the Holy Sect in the future still rests on your shoulders." 　　The old man looked at his disciple and spoke solemnly. 　　The young man bowed his head and listened to his master's teachings. 　　Seeing that there was nothing else to do, the young man bowed and left the room.

Stepping out of the courtyard, the young man boarded a carriage. Two burly men followed.
"Old Luo, back to the city," the young man instructed the coachman.
"Yes, Your Highness."
The carriage sped off, quickly turning into a mountain path through the woods. The wheels left
two tracks on the sparsely overgrown path, stretching deep into the forest.
Episode 2: A Child Growing Up - Part
1
Eighteen years later.
In a valley a few miles from Qingyang Town in Guanzhong, a large cluster of houses was scattered in a neat and orderly fashion, resembling a
bustling little village.
This was the hideout of the Red Turban Bandits.
However, if someone unaware of their background came here, they certainly wouldn't guess this.
Apart from the large stone wall surrounding the village entrance and the tall watchtower,
the lifestyle of the people here made it seem more like an ordinary small town.
It had everything. Two wide, cross-shaped stone-paved roads run through the village. Several general
stores line the roads, with people constantly coming and going. At one end of the road, a blacksmith's shop echoes with
the clanging of heavy hammers striking iron. The stone-paved roads extend into the depths of the valley, where several farmers toil in the fields. At the other end of the longitudinal stone-paved road lies the Red Turban Bandits' assembly hall, drill ground, and guest 　　rooms
in the town center . 　　After more than a decade of hard work and struggle, the Red Turban Bandits have finally acquired their own territory, abandoning their former 　　precarious existence. 　　Thanks to their protection, many impoverished people have moved here, living alongside the Red Turban Bandits. 　　The government turns a blind eye, maintaining a peculiar state of near-government apathy. 　　Because of their presence, the villagers are exempt from heavy taxes, so they strongly 　　support the Red Turban Bandits and only pay a small fee annually for village public expenses. The Red Turban Bandits, in 　　turn, pay a symbolic fee to the government each year. The government was happy to coexist peacefully with these organizations; as long as they 　　didn't cause trouble, that was better than nothing. Naturally, they wouldn't send officials here to do thankless tasks like checking household registrations. 　　The brothers gradually freed themselves from the life of living on the edge. They began to engage in 　　lucrative businesses that others dared not do, relying on their martial prowess: 　　smuggling, or escorting goods along dangerous routes. 　　The term "Red Turban Bandits" gradually became a thing of the past; now they were more like a gang. However, they 　　didn't seem to want to say goodbye to their history, always wearing a bright red turban around their waists. Gradually, 　　people in the martial arts world used this place name to replace their original name for them. 　　This was Red Turban Village. 　　Red-Clad Village became their new name. The Red Turban Village members lived among the villagers who had settled here 　　. Those who didn't know the details couldn't distinguish between the warriors and the commoners. 　　It was afternoon, and people were busy in their small courtyards. 　　At this moment, in an ordinary courtyard... The guest room door was tightly closed, 　　and the rhythmic creaking of the bed echoed from within . Disheveled clothes lay scattered on the floor. 　　A samurai's headscarf was partially covered by a man's half-open underpants, a woman's bra had fallen to the corner of the bed, and a 　　long, lake-green dress draped over the round table. 　　Accompanied by the suggestive creaking of the bed, two pale, fleshy bodies moved rhythmically on the bed. 　　The man thrust his hips vigorously, the woman beneath him with her legs spread wide, allowing his lower body 　　to occupy her crotch. She wrapped her arms around his waist, pulling him closer with each thrust 　　, urging him to penetrate deeper. 　　"Brother Luo, Boss Ling told you to take care of me, so how are you going to take care of me?" the woman giggled, immediately 　　receiving another heavy thrust from the man, letting out a comfortable moan. 　　"Little Lan, look how well I'm taking care of you! You haven't had any meat in ages, have you? Let me 　　give you a taste. Hmm, how about trying my big sausage?" The man's expression was lecherous as he 　　practically whispered in the woman's ear. 　　At least for now, the woman wouldn't object to this kind of hospitality; she skillfully swayed her hips, happily matching 　　the man's movements. 　　She squeezed her thighs together, the strong suction making the man gasp in pleasure: "Brother Luo, your wife 　　's not home, so you've already seduced this girl?" 　　The man thrust back hard, hearing the woman beneath him moan, he writhed with satisfaction: 　　"You slut... You were the one who seduced me! Can you honestly say you weren't seducing me the first time we met? Your clothes 　　were so revealing, it was blinding! What else could it be but seduction?" 　　The woman giggled: "Hmm, I wonder which stupid man was it, his lower body was bulging 　　like it had a wooden stick stuffed in it, his pants were about to burst, hehe." 　　The stupid man she was talking about naturally wouldn't admit to this embarrassing incident, so he stirred his penis lightly and heavily, making the woman 　　moan with pleasure. 　　Then the woman playfully whispered in the man's ear, "Hey Luo, are you really going to leave your wife 　　out there like that? 　　Haven't you heard the saying 'thirty is like a wolf'? Maybe right now she's wriggling her ass under some other man, enjoying 　　herself?!" 　　These words were like a shot of strong liquor poured onto a raging fire, instantly igniting a high flame. 　　The woman clearly felt the man's lust being violently aroused. He began to gallop like a wild horse, his 　　thick penis forcefully thrusting in and out of her vagina. 　　"Do you think your husband knows that his slutty wife is having a great time with someone else right now?" 　　The woman didn't answer him, but her hip movements noticeably quickened. Clearly, this "hypothesis" greatly stimulated 　　her desire. 　　The man thrust deeply a few times, responding to the woman's excitement: "Girl, to be honest, I know my 　　wife can't stand being alone. She's probably lying under some man enjoying herself right now." 　　He twisted his hips, their dark pubic hair rubbing tightly together, the base of his penis grinding 　　against the round, bean-like clitoris at the top of the woman's labia, causing the woman to tremble.

"But I'm not sad, I'm actually happy. You know, in our line of work, it's all about living on the edge, we might
die any day now. If we have the chance, wouldn't it be foolish not to enjoy it?"
"We're people of the martial world, as long as we're happy. Live for the moment, why worry about worldly ethics and morality,
don't you think?"
The woman didn't answer him directly, then her hips swayed wildly, proving she completely agreed with
the man's statement. Pleasant moans and the man's panting joined the creaking of the bed, creating a
joyful symphony.
A slightly fishy, pungent smell wafted from the bed.
Yes, live for the moment, why worry about worldly ethics and morality?
The two were caught in a frenzy of lust.
The storm of pleasure soon arrived, wave after wave.
The gate to the small courtyard finally opened.
A man and a woman emerged.
The man was in his early thirties, his rugged face revealing a shrewdness; he was Luo Li, a capable
henchman of Ling Feng.
The beautiful woman walking beside me had a delicate nose and a sweet smile always playing on her lips. Her black hair
was tied up in a typical young woman's style, highlighting the white neck peeking out from her collar.
She had a great figure; her firm breasts pushed up her white top, creating a high bulge. Below her flat stomach , a long, lake-green skirt swayed gently with her movements. Her full hips 　　were faintly visible
beneath the skirt . 　　She was Yuan Lan, the Orchid Sword, a subordinate of Ye Hanyue, the leader of the Yijiang Sect. 　　The Yijiang Sect was originally a small gang on the Dajiang River near Yizhou, until the arrival of its female leader, Ye Hanyue. 　　As a woman, she had transformed the entire gang into a powerful force. Thanks to the gang's efforts, 　　the lives of the boatmen and commoners who participated in the gang gradually improved. 　　The Yijiang Sect and the Red Scarf Village had a long-standing friendship, maintaining close ties and serving as staunch allies in their respective conflicts with other gangs 　　. The two gangs also had close business dealings. 　　Recently, the Yijiang Sect has encountered some trouble. 　　Near the Yijiang Sect in Jingzhou City, there is a powerful martial arts sect 　　called the Huangfu Family. The Huangfu Family operates somewhere between the martial arts world and the government. Thanks to decades of accumulation in Jingzhou City, 　　the Huangfu Family is deeply entrenched there, and the head of the family has always served as the garrison commander of Jingzhou 　　City, responsible for its security. 　　Previously, the Huangfu Family and the Yijiang Sect had some minor conflicts over the water transport rights along the major rivers between Yizhou and Jingzhou 　　. 　　However, their actions seem to have intensified recently. Members of the Yijiang Sect have 　　been attacked several times by Huangfu Family warriors, resulting in numerous deaths and injuries. Yuan Lan came seeking help from the Red Turban Village. 　　Luo Li, who had been involved in liaison with the Yijiang Sect, had known Yuan Lan for some time. Although both had their own 　　husbands and wives, the alluring Yuan Lan and the powerful and charming Luo Li were clearly a perfect match, and 　　after a few glances, they became involved. They would sneak a bite whenever they had the chance. 　　Luo Li led Yuan Lan into the Gathering Hall. 　　In a small guest room on the second floor of the Gathering Hall, 　　several chairs were placed on either side of the small hall. Luo Li accompanied Yuan Lan, sitting on the right. 　　Two people sat opposite them. The man at the head of the table was a somewhat thin man with a calm expression; he was 　　Fang Ziming, the second-in-command of "Red Wind" and the strategist of the Red Turban Village. 　　Sitting next to him was Yi Gang, the third-in-command of the Red Turban Village, exuding a fierce aura. Besides Ling Feng, 　　he was the most skilled in martial arts 　　among the gang members. He was responsible for the training and duties of the gang members. 　　None of them spoke, watching Ling Feng standing quietly by the window, deep in thought. 　　Ling Feng stood with his hands behind his back, looking at the bustling people outside. 　　His eyes still shone with the same sharpness as before, but time had silently 　　etched some imperceptible signs of vicissitude on his face. Some gray hairs had appeared at his temples. 　　He was middle-aged. 　　He had poured countless efforts into creating this prosperity outside. 　　Therefore, whenever he looked at these busy yet peaceful people, he felt a strong 　　sense of happiness. 　　To possess all this, and to prevent it from being destroyed, was his greatest ideal. 　　His brothers were now mostly engaged in trade across various regions, and naturally, with their martial prowess, they often did 　　things that didn't strictly adhere to government laws. 　　Since the Red Turban Bandits drove out the "Crescent Moon" gang, Qingyang Town had returned to peace. It had become 　　the Red Turban Bandits' stronghold; the wealthy families and the government in town had good relations with them, and 　　they ran several casinos and martial arts schools. 　　Everything was running smoothly. 　　However, Ling Feng remained cautious. As the leader of "Red Wind," he had to be aware of all possible crises. 　　Over the past ten years, the Red Turban Bandits had experienced many crises, some of which could have had devastating consequences. 　　Fortunately, they had overcome them all and developed to where they were today. 　　But now, it seemed a new situation had arisen. 　　The Huangfu family's aggressive stance towards the Yijiang faction, along with other signs, seemed to foreshadow 　　a new crisis. 　　Ling Feng turned around. 　　The people in the room waited quietly for him, not daring to interrupt his thoughts until he turned around. 　　"Boss, the brothers gathering information in the city have recently heard 　　rumors that the government will begin a purge of martial arts figures. Could the Huangfu family's actions be related to this?" The speaker was Fang Ziming, the strategist of the Red Turban Village 　　. 　　The others were also deep in thought, the atmosphere somewhat heavy. 　　Ling Feng nodded slightly: "It seems we all need to make some preparations. But first, let's send more men to 　　our brothers in Yijiang to help with the emergency. Third Brother, you arrange for the brothers from the two branches near Yijiang to cooperate more with the Yijiang 　　brothers' actions. Second Brother, send a few men to Yijiang to see if we can help Chief Ye 　　. If necessary, you should go there too." 　　Without delay, Ling Feng made up his mind to send men to Yijiang to assist, while simultaneously gathering information on the recent developments.

Fang Yi and Yuan Lan nodded.
Yuan Lan was both surprised and delighted that Ling Feng valued this matter so much; it clearly exceeded her expectations. She quickly stood up
to thank him.
Ling Feng waved his hand: "Sister Lan, don't be so polite. Our two families are sworn brothers. Saying this
is too formal. Do you think I'm old and distant? Haha."
"How could I dare? Brother. You're getting younger and younger."
"Sister, can't you stop flattering me? Men aren't afraid of getting old. You should
say that to your boss." Ling Feng replied with a smile.
Yuan Lan smiled charmingly: "By the way, Brother Ling, when are you coming to visit us? Our boss
is looking forward to it!" Everyone in the hall smiled strangely upon hearing this. 　　They were all very clear about the emotional entanglement between
their boss and that beautiful and capable woman from the Yijiang Sect . 　　Upon hearing Yuan Lan's words, Ling Feng's old face flushed slightly, his expression quite interesting. Thinking of that beautiful face 　　and the deep affection in her eyes, he felt a headache coming on. 　　He unconsciously rubbed his temples, wearing a bitter expression: "Well, hehe, I'll wait for an opportunity, I'll wait for an 　　opportunity. I'll definitely go when I have time." Ling Feng chuckled awkwardly. 　　Seeing the usually shrewd and capable Ling Feng's current expression, his subordinates couldn't help but chuckle, and Yuan Lan simply 　　laughed heartily. Faced with Ye Hanyue's persistent and relentless pursuit, Ling Feng always had no choice but 　　to flee. The two's entangled and romantic topics became a major source of amusement between the two gangs. 　　Ling Feng quickly changed the subject: "Well, Second Brother and Third Brother, hurry up and get ready. Miss Lan will stay here for a couple more 　　days. Luo Li, you'll be in charge of taking care of Miss Lan." 　　"Don't worry, Boss, I'm most willing to take care of pretty girls." Luo Li joked with a sly grin. He 　　always liked to make some slightly risqué jokes. 　　"He's taking care of me? I bet he'll devour me!" Yuan Lan gave him a flirtatious glance. 　　"No problem, no problem, Lan-mei, if you want to eat me, I'm ready anytime." Luo Li blurted out a dirty joke 　　. 　　Everyone in the room laughed. Ling Feng chuckled and scolded, "You brat, just don't bully Lan-mei." 　　Yuan Lan glared at Luo Li, but there was clearly no anger in her eyes. Her flirtatious gaze made 　　Luo Li's mouth dry, and he thought that he must "take good care" of this alluring woman when they went out later. 　　Ling Feng paused, as if he remembered something. 　　"By the way, send a message to Old Yang and the others in Jingmen, tell them to go with Xiao Chong to help out at Chief Ye's place 　　. And let them find out what's going on." 　　"Ah, Young Master Yue is in Jingmen too?" 　　Ling Feng smiled slightly. "I sent him with Old Yang there to get some experience. We were originally planning to buy 　　some jade to sell in Guanzhong, but I heard a new batch of goods recently arrived from the south, and the government is cracking down hard, so the stock is limited 　　. I heard it's very popular in Guanzhong." 　　"Brother Ling, you're willing to let your precious godson out for training?" 　　"If he doesn't see the world, he'll never amount to anything. So I sent him out to explore." 　　Yuan Lan smiled sweetly. "Oh, it would be best if Xiao Chong stayed on our mountain for a while. I, as his 　　older sister, will introduce him to some pretty girls someday, to broaden his horizons." 　　She was clearly quite familiar with everyone in the room, and she started joking. 　　Sitting next to her, Luo Li laughed and said, "Hey Lan, by seniority you're clearly my aunt, but 　　you insist on calling me 'older sister'? Don't try to seduce our handsome Xiao Chong just because he's good-looking!" 　　"Get lost! Can't I just like him calling me 'older sister'?" She slapped Luo Li's thigh hard, and 　　Luo Li exclaimed dramatically. 　　Yuan Lan smiled sweetly, revealing a charming smile: "It's been so long since I've seen Xiao Chong. When I last saw him, 　　he was still a mischievous little guy. I wonder what he looks like now? Sigh, he used to like me the most. Now that he 　　's grown up, I wonder if he still remembers his older sister?" 　　Her eyes sparkled with anticipation. 　　What is Yue Chong, the mischievous boy she remembers, doing now? 　　Two 　　. In a small courtyard in Jingzhou City. Yue Chong is taking a bath. 　　Yue Chong has no parents; he is an orphan. He was abandoned by the roadside when he was six months old and was 　　found by his adoptive father, Ling Feng. These were the things his adoptive father told him, and the older generation in the gang all said the same thing, so he naturally had no doubts 　　. 　　Therefore, his only relative was his adoptive father. 　　To say that Yue Chong only had his adoptive father as his only relative is, of course, a narrow interpretation. In reality, having 　　grown up in Red Turban Village, Yue Chong was arguably 　　one of the most popular figures in the village as a child. Both the gang members and the common people living there liked him. 　　Of course, besides these people, he had another very close relative: his eccentric grandfather. 　　His eccentric grandfather was his adoptive father's senior martial brother, an old man even more playful than Yue Chong had been as a child. However, the old man 　　adored this grandson; he even proudly announced in front of many people that Yue Chong was his best 　　toy—oh no, he misspoke, his playmate. Then he would take the young Yue Chong to the back mountain to catch wild 　　rabbits for him. 　　Grandpa, the eccentric one, disliked going down the mountain, always hiding in his sect's old lair 　　. His adoptive father arranged for about ten followers to watch over the old residence and often sent some brothers to stay on the mountain for a while, letting the old man give them martial arts pointers. 　　Yue Chong, in particular, was forcibly "taken away" by the old man for three years, abandoned in the mountains, supposedly to 　　learn martial arts from him. But in Yue Chong's eyes, the old man was more of an excuse to keep him company. 　　However, he really enjoyed being with Grandpa, who, besides martial arts, called him all 　　sorts of strange things. 　　So his closest people were his adoptive father and grandfather. 　　Now, Yue Chong was comfortably soaking in a large wooden bathtub, the steam rising from the hot water filling the air 　　. He tried to relax all his muscles; the water was a bit hot, slightly stinging his skin. But this was 　　the best way to relax his whole body.

He was submerged in the water, only his head above the surface. His body floated, and he casually
rubbed himself with a towel.
After a busy afternoon, he had finally loaded all the newly delivered goods into the warehouse, covered in sweat.
A bath at this moment was indeed exceptionally comfortable. Shen Erge and Lao Lin simply sneaked out to take a
bath.
Yue Chong was indignant at their lack of loyalty; they always said they would take him out to have some fun, but they always
ran away when it mattered. Leaving him at home, being bossed around by Hua'er Jie.
Hua'er Jie was Shen Erge's wife. Shen Erge had secretly slipped away behind her back. Being sent
out to fool around by his tigress was no joke.
So Yue Chong was unfortunately abandoned, left at home to do chores.
But finally, the work was finished, and Hua'er Jie had prepared bathwater for him, allowing him to finally enjoy
the relaxation after his labor.
Yue Chong scrubbed himself with a towel, his groin area naturally sweating the most. He was now meticulously
washing his penis.
His long, drooping penis hung like a fat eggplant from his thighs. It was thick and long.
The thickest penis he'd ever seen was at least half the length of his, and several sizes thinner.
This made him quite proud.
His magnificent penis was entirely the result of the "torture" inflicted by his adoptive father and strange grandfather.
From the time he was old enough to understand, his adoptive father would often give him strange medicines or smear ugly,
dark ointments all over his poor little penis, then wrap it up like a rice dumpling
, leaving only a small opening for urination. Each time he was tortured, his penis would swell for days,
or turn bright red. And after the discomfort subsided, he would always sadly find that his penis
had helplessly "swollen" again, and then it would never go down.
By the time he was eleven, his poor little penis had been abused to the
point that it was unlike any other child's, even more swollen than most adults'. Yue Chong noticed that his
penis was noticeably uglier than adults'; adults' penises had large heads, dark and
hanging like big black mushrooms. His was just a smooth, flesh-colored stick, looking like other children
's, but clearly swollen and deformed.
Then his penis suffered the most terrifying "fatal blow" since he became aware of things.
That happened when he was thirteen.
At this time, he was living in the mountains with his grandfather, finally free from his adoptive father's
horrific treatment of his penis. His grandfather hadn't applied any medicine, which naturally made him happy. He felt that in this respect, his grandfather was
much better than his adoptive father.
However, he sadly discovered that he was wrong, terribly wrong.
Compared to his strange grandfather, his adoptive father's past treatment of his penis was utterly insignificant.
This incident left such a deep impression on him that even now, recalling it
vividly, he can remember every detail.
It was an ordinary afternoon.
Grandpa had been dancing with excitement for days, claiming he had caught some kind of animal, something like a frog
.
However, judging from his wildly excited expression, it was definitely not something easily obtained. Not
long ago, Grandpa had hidden in a mountain ravine for a full half-month before returning. He entered with a wide, silly grin,
holding a small bowl like a precious treasure. It had many ventilation holes around it, from which came sounds
like frogs croaking and cows hooting.
Grandpa even sternly refused Yue Chong's request to take a look, which was extremely rare.
Normally, no matter how strange the object, Grandpa would always manage to get it for Yue Chong to see if he wanted it.
Then, Grandpa placed the strange object in a secret room, a room that no
one but Grandpa could enter.
Grandpa had been tinkering with something in this secret room for the past few days, rarely venturing out.
Unexpectedly, today he grabbed Yue Chong and dragged him into the room. Yue Chong
was puzzled when Grandpa grabbed his shoulder and, with an unusually serious expression, told him, "Little Chong, this is a
miraculous medicine that Grandpa obtained with great difficulty. Grandpa is going to use it on you, so you must cooperate completely. Absolutely
no mistakes allowed, understand?"
Grandpa's mystical demeanor intimidated Yue Chong, who could only nod repeatedly.
The old man's voice grew more impassioned, spittle flying everywhere: "After using this medicine, you will possess unparalleled
martial arts power, and then you will be unrivaled in martial arts, becoming the number one in the world! Oh, that means you can
beat up whoever you want, and no one can defeat you!
Do you want that?" Grandpa revealed a wolf-like expression.
"Can I beat Brother Black?" Yue Chong asked boldly. Brother Black was a Red-Clad Village disciple sent by his adoptive father to be
trained by Grandpa; his martial arts were exceptionally good, and Yue Chong greatly admired him, always using him as a role model.
「就那黑小子？只要你用了这个神药，你一个手指头就可以把他弹得飞到门
外的大树上。」老头怪嚷了起来。
「那能象义父那么强吗？」义父可是小岳冲心目中神圣一般的存在。
「嗯，只要你用了神药，你义父都在你手下过不了十招！」老头咧着嘴「谆
谆教导」着，嘴巴边上的几根白胡子邪恶地翘着。
岳冲的眼睛亮得发绿，小脸兴奋得通红，他彻底陷入了对自己能到达「想揍
谁就揍谁」
境界的无限神往中。可怜的小岳冲根本就没考虑过，爷爷是在诱拐他。
「不过，服用这个药的过程有点痛苦。但是！我们都是非常坚强的，这点苦
完全可以承受！是不是？！」
根本就不会有什么异议，岳冲坚定地重重点着头，象一个刚被赫赫战功的诱
惑洗了脑的马上就要冲到战场上的士兵。
Then Yue Chong stripped naked and lay down on a long table in the secret room.
His hands and feet had been tied by his grandfather, so he couldn't move at all, except for his head, which could turn around.
Grandpa's explanation was that he was afraid Yue Chong would move around during the application of the medicine and ruin it.
Although he had been excited by Grandpa's words, lying there watching Grandpa
constantly preparing various fragrant medicinal substances, finally pouring them into a porcelain jar and stirring them with a spoon, made
him feel a little uneasy.
He looked up and asked Grandpa fearfully, "Grandpa, when do we start?"
"Good grandson, don't be afraid, don't be afraid, it'll be ready soon."
The old man stirred it one last time, and seeing that the medicine in the jar was almost ready, nodded in satisfaction. Then
he scooped out a large spoonful of medicine and began to apply it to Yue Chong's penis.
Yue Chong finally understood that Grandpa was no different from his adoptive father at heart; both wanted to "torture" his
penis.
To achieve the state Grandpa described, Yue Chong could only endure it. However, his penis couldn't resist.
The medicine applied to his penis caused a slight numbness and pain, and then his penis proudly stood erect.
"Not bad, not bad, it seems the medicine I gave Fengwazi before was quite effective. His little penis is growing quite
magnificent now, hahaha." The old man laughed strangely.
Yue Chong finally realized with sorrow that his adoptive father's abuse of his penis over the years was entirely the strange grandfather
's bad idea.
And the strange grandfather's medicine was obviously much stronger than his adoptive father's. He was already imagining how many days his penis
would swell up again.
Then he realized that compared to what the strange grandfather was about to do, everything before was negligible
.
Now the old man opened the mysterious cup, and a frog was caught out.
He had never seen such a frog before. It was slightly smaller than a normal frog, and its skin was golden.
Obviously, calling it a frog was inappropriate; it should be called a "golden frog." A pair of red frog eyes were wide open.
As soon as the old man let go, the frog jumped onto his abdomen.
Then its big mouth bit down on Yue Chong's penis.
Yue Chong was terrified. He screamed, "Help! The frog bit me, Grandpa!!!"
A sharp pain shot through his penis, followed by an incredibly powerful force that surged through his body
, and he fainted.
When he awoke, he found his grandfather meditating beside him, steam rising from his head.
The frog was still hanging between his legs, but it was dead, withered, and reduced to
skin and bones. This terrified him, causing him to scream again and wake his grandfather.
The old man ran over with a beaming smile, "Oh, you're awake? The medicine is working well! But you'd better rest a
little longer."
The old man tapped him a few times, and he fainted again.
When he regained consciousness, it was the afternoon of the next day.
The first thing he did was check on his penis. The dead frog
was nowhere to be seen. This time, his penis wasn't wrapped in layers of cloth as usual, and there was no redness or
swelling. But he sadly discovered that his penis had turned slightly black, perhaps due
to the poison of the poisonous frog. It had grown larger and longer, hanging like a plump little eggplant from his groin,
and even his testicles had become much larger.
From then on, this magnificent little penis became a tragedy for him. The other children always laughed at him, and
Yue Chong even secretly cried about it.
Until one day, his Uncle Fang, whom everyone called Second Brother or Second Uncle, earnestly told him:
"This is what a real man is like, just like a man's arms and chest muscles. The bigger and stronger they are, the more powerful he is
." Only then did he finally understand and completely accept this pitiful little penis that he had once despised.
However, what truly changed Yue Chong's prejudice against his penis and made it something he was proud of
was someone else entirely.
A woman in her early thirties, exuding mature charm and arousing allure.
She gave Yue Chong his first lesson in becoming a man.
That
year, Yue Chong was fifteen years old.
Behind a house in Hongjin Village, several dry branches leaned haphazardly against the earthen wall,
collected by the homeowner for firewood.
Yue Chong leaned against the branches, craning his neck to peer through the half-open back door at the house
.
He was spying.
Because the back door was against the mountain, no one would come to it. The weather was a bit muggy, so the back door was left open.
This was Sanwazi's house. Sanwazi was a boy about the same age as Yue Chong. Sanwazi's parents were quite
far apart in age. It seemed that his father's first wife had died, and he later married Sanwazi's mother, who had Sanwazi.
It was said that Sanwazi's mother was only seventeen when she married his father.
His father was in his forties, thin and frail, looking like an old man, and worked as a tailor in a cloth shop, always listless
.
In comparison, Sanwazi's mother looked much younger. She looked to be in her early thirties, very pretty,
with soft, supple skin. She always had a sweet smile, and her round bottom swayed as she walked. Her mother was also quite stylish;
she looked beautiful in everything she wore. Therefore, both the warriors and the common men in the village
liked to hang around her. She didn't mind when other men joked with her, always laughing and
joking back.
The villagers secretly called her "Vase."
Now she was lying on the bed, her pants half-undone and hanging on her knees. The buttons of her clothes were undone,
and her two full breasts, which hadn't shrunk with age, seemed even firmer.
At this moment, one hand was kneading her breasts, while the other hand rhythmically massaged her lower body, her
fingers inserted into her vagina, probing and moving.
She let out cat-like moans.
She was masturbating.
She must have been stimulated by something to start this masturbation; she hadn't even closed her anus properly.
Clearly, she hadn't received any comfort or care from a man in a long time; parched and lonely, she could only rely on her own hands.
She wanted to indulge herself a little. She was currently at the most crucial moment, completely absorbed, and utterly oblivious
to the fact that a young boy was peeping at her from outside.
Yue Chong was watching, his eyes bloodshot. This scene was incredibly stimulating for him.
His voyeurism of Sanwazi's mother had a long history. He
first saw her naked body three or four years ago. It
was Hu Zi who showed him. Hu Zi was also a boy who had grown up with him and Sanwazi
.
Hu Zi was two or three years older than them.
That day, he had just finished martial arts practice and was wandering around the village looking for someone to play with when Hu Zi mysteriously pulled him to
a secluded spot and told him that Brother Huang and Sanwazi's mother from the west of the village were having sex.
"Tiger, stop talking nonsense. Brother Huang isn't Sanwa's father, how could he possibly be
having sex with Sanwa's mother?"
"Come on, don't you even know this? This is called adultery, you know? Let me tell you, look at how slutty Sanwa's mother is.
I've peeked at Sanwa's father having sex with her, and her moans weren't even half as loud as this."
This kind of thing was incredibly tempting to these children who were just beginning to understand things. So the two curious children
began their voyeurism.
Yue Chong followed Tiger past a few houses, and there was a haystack in front of them. The two hid
in the bushes nearby, and then Brother Huang's muscular physique was revealed to them.
Brother Huang was a well-known warrior in the village, with a very strong build, and the villagers all said behind his back that
Brother Huang had a very big penis, like a donkey's.
Of course, Yue Chong and the others didn't understand what the use of a big penis was, but the ones saying these things were none other than the
aunts and uncles who gathered in twos and threes, talking nonsense while working or washing clothes. Brother Huang's huge penis
must have something special about it, because when Yue Chong and the other kids heard the women talking about it,
their eyes practically lit up.
Brother Huang's pants were long gone. His two thick thighs were covered in black hair, a bit frightening.
Yue Chong finally saw Brother Huang's huge penis; it was indeed very thick, and now it stood erect
, moving in and out of Sanwazi's mother's buttocks with each rapid thrust of Brother Huang's hips
.
Sanwazi's mother lay prone on the haystack, her round buttocks swaying like a millstone,
arching backward in perfect coordination. She let out a sound like a cat in heat.
"Ooh, ooh... Little Huang, hurry, hurry!"
"How's it going? Is it good?"
"Ugh, I'm going to die. Faster, faster... It's much better than Sanwa's dad's fucking, I want it, I want it..."
"You slut, tell me how many men you've had..."
"Not that many, it's just you."
"You little whore, you think you can fool me? Brother Hu across the street and Boss Yang from the grocery store, they're always
flirting with you, dare you say you haven't? Sanwa's dad's a wimp, keeping such a delicate woman like you at home,
he must be bored, right?"
"I've only been with them a few times, I just couldn't hold back anymore." The woman chuckled.
Then she grabbed Brother Huang's thick neck with both hands: "But they're nothing compared to you, your
club is really something. Oh, oh, one more time, so good, ugh..."
Hearing the lewd moans of the woman beneath him, Brother Huang went wild, as if he'd downed several glasses of wine. The sounds of "plop
, plop" mingled with the slapping of flesh against flesh. Amidst the whimpers of Sanwazi's mother, Brother Huang
thrust wildly, his movements rhythmic and powerful.
How long this went on seemed endless to the two voyeurs,
until they heard Sanwazi's mother let out a long cry and collapse to her buttocks. Brother Huang, seemingly almost finished,
quickly flipped Sanwazi's mother over, mounted her, and pinned her legs
beneath him.
With dozens of rapid thrusts, his muscular body pressed completely against the woman. Yue
Chong heard Sanwazi's mother let out another low moan.
After lying there for a while, the two naked bodies began to stand. Sanwazi's mother also sat up.
To be honest, she was quite beautiful, with a full figure and a pretty face. Compared to Sanwazi's father, who was
neither good-looking nor capable, it was no wonder the villagers always said behind her back that she was a beautiful flower stuck
in cow dung.
Sanwazi's mother took a piece of cloth and carefully inserted Huang Dage's penis. Although they had just finished, Huang
Dage's penis was still erect.
"What kind of person are you? You've already ejaculated, and it's still so hard?" Sanwazi's mother said,
a hint of pleasure and lust on her face.
"What, aren't you done yet? Want to do it again?"
"You want to die... um, Sanwazi's father went to work in the next village tonight and won't be back. He came over tonight, and my back door wasn't
plugged in..."
The two started talking as they put on their clothes and left. As they left, Huang Dage lingered, touching Sanwazi's mother
's buttocks.
The performance finally ended, leaving only two dumbfounded spectators lying in the bushes.
After a while, Tiger finally spoke: "See, I didn't lie to you, did I? Sanwa's mother is very promiscuous;
she's slept with several men. I have sharp eyes; I've seen her several times. Follow me next time."
Yue Chong didn't reply; he was still immersed in the intense visual impact he had just witnessed.
So this is what sex is like. She seems to enjoy it. Yue Chong thought.
From then on, Yue Chong began to pay attention to Sanwa's mother. Whenever he had the chance, he would secretly go and
watch.
This became his own very private little secret.
And now he was secretly watching Sanwa's mother masturbate.
Brother Huang had been transferred to a branch office in another city by her godfather before the New Year. The sudden departure of her long-time lover left her in
a difficult situation of prolonged sexual deprivation. And clearly, she had no man recently; her husband couldn't satisfy
her at all, so she could only resort to this helpless form of masturbation to slightly satisfy herself.
Yue Chong was getting really into it when he started to feel a bit thirsty. His penis was taut and erect, and his intense desire
made him frantically stroke it.
Unconsciously, Yue Chong's movements became more vigorous, and he accidentally bumped into a bundle of dry branches. The branches,
rather oblivious, slid down the earthen wall and fell to the ground with a "thud."
Sanwazi's mother was immediately startled. She turned around and saw Yue Chong standing there, dumbfounded,
his left hand still tightly gripping his erect penis.
Yue Chong was clearly frightened by the sudden turn of events.
Seeing it was Yue Chong, Sanwazi's mother relaxed. A boy of a young age was easy to fool; she had to quickly calm him
down and prevent him from spreading rumors.
Then she saw Yue Chong's erect penis.
She was certain she had never seen such a magnificent penis; even Xiao Zhou's was far inferior. Especially
considering it belonged to a boy of a young age. It's
like a person walking in a scorching desert suddenly seeing long-awaited water. Her heart was extremely restless
.
Having just experienced a dry craving that had been interrupted, she was completely in a painful vacuum of desire. She so desperately
longed for a man's thick, hard penis, but had not been able to have it. This made her, with her intense desire, feel like she was going
crazy.
Now, this half-grown boy was right in front of her.
She had no other thoughts; she only thought about how to insert this penis into her lower body and
enjoy it to the fullest.
"Xiao Chong, come here."
Yue Chong walked over timidly, completely unaware that his penis was still erect and being held in his hand.
Sanwazi's mother pulled him over.
"Xiao Chong, why are you peeking at me?"
Yue Chong lowered his head and didn't dare to answer.
"Don't be afraid, I won't tell your godfather, don't worry."
These words worked, and Yue Chong finally dared to raise his head.
Sanwazi's mother smiled: "Xiao Chong, do you like looking at me? Is it because your aunt is pretty?"
He nodded.
Sanwazi's mother smiled charmingly: "I won't tell anyone about you spying on me. But
you have to do something for your aunt."
As long as he didn't embarrass himself, Yue Chong agreed without hesitation.
Sanwazi's mother lay on the bed, her clothes once again open, revealing two large, white breasts.
"Come on, Xiao Chong, take off your pants and climb onto the bed. Yes, now give your aunt a massage, as long as your aunt
feels comfortable."
Yue Chong's hands began to knead her breasts diligently.
Sanwazi's mother's eyes narrowed; Yue Chong's kneading was completely haphazard. But to her
, it was strangely stimulating.
An old cow eating young grass? The thought filled her with an intense urge.
Her hand grasped Yue Chong's still erect, thick penis and gently caressed it. One hand guided Yue Chong's
hand on her breast, directing the young boy to provide better service.
The desire she had just forcibly extinguished reignited, fueled by the guilt of seducing the boy, which intensified her burning
lust.
Meanwhile, Yue Chong was immersed in the pleasurable sensation of his penis being caressed.
His aunt's hands were so soft, kneading his shaft—it was far more pleasurable than his occasional unintentional
masturbation. A powerful, tingling sensation surged through him.
His aunt was now holding him close, and he was suckling at her breast.
Soft, so comfortable. He couldn't help but take a couple of deep breaths. Then he heard his aunt let out a soft, cat-like
moan. He recognized that sound; it was when he was peeping at his aunt having an affair with another man, when she was in the throes
of extreme pleasure.
The woman was now gripping Yue Chong's penis tightly; the thick shaft felt heavy in her hand. This caused
a sticky substance to flow profusely from her vulva.
She could no longer endure it, and she rolled over, straddling the boy. Because of his martial arts training, the boy's physique was already
close to that of an adult. Although he resembled a green fruit, his strong chest muscles indicated that he would soon
grow into a robust young man. The
boy was completely captivated by the mature woman's body, like someone who had entered a treasure vault, finding
everything irresistible. Excited and bewildered, he followed the woman's instructions.
She straddled him, one hand holding Yue Chong's thick penis, aligning her vulva with the head of his penis, and inserted it.
Then she slowly sat down.
Immediately, a soft, almost unbearable sound escaped her lips. She frowned, seemingly enduring,
yet more like enjoying it.
"Ugh, Xiao Chong, your cock is so big! It's filling me up completely. Yes, just like that, don't move, I'll move. Oh
, oh~~~"
Soon her vulva fully accepted the large intrusion, followed by an intense, swollen pleasure
.
She finally moaned with pleasure.
"Ah, so good! Ooh, Xiao Chong, it feels so good. You're so good, you actually have such a good cock.
How come I only realized this today? Ah, it's so enjoyable, oh, so good, so good!"
Sanwazi's mother cried out incoherently, her buttocks twisting against Yue Chong's body.
Yue Chong was completely immersed in the pleasure of his first sexual experience. The woman's warm, wet vulva wrapped around his penis,
sucking on it like a mouth, bringing him extreme pleasure. He now wished this feeling would stay in
his mind forever.
Finally, after a series of rapid movements, Sanwazi's mother collapsed onto Yue Chong's stomach. She had orgasmed, her vaginal fluid
gushing out, running down Yue Chong's penis, leaving a wet stain on his stomach.
Yue Chong was still hard and erect.
"Auntie, is a big cock good?" Yue Chong finally asked the question that had been bothering him for so long.
"Silly boy, of course the bigger the better." She smiled at the little boy beneath her, then
bit his earlobe: "Don't you know, the bigger and thicker the penis, the more a woman feels when she's being fucked, and she'll..."
"The more comfortable."
"That's why women like men with big dicks, like yours. Your dick is the biggest I've ever seen
, and besides, you're not fully grown yet, it'll keep growing."
She swallowed hard.
Looking down at the base of his penis protruding from her vulva, she could see a small section of his thick shaft
.
Although she had already orgasmed, she still couldn't bear to leave his penis. She squeezed it, feeling
the fullness of his penis deep inside her vagina.
Her movements made Yue Chong groan with pleasure. Her own desire also began to surge.
"Come on, Xiao Chong, get on top of me. Yes, like this, lie down."
"Put it in, gently, oh~~~ so comfortable."
"You can support yourself with your hands, lift your butt up and then down, ah, like that, it feels so good."
"You can hug me and lie down. Yes, move your butt a little, draw circles, let your penis
stir inside me. Yes, right here, ah~ ah~ oh~~~"
Under the woman's hands-on guidance, Yue Chong finally received his first lesson in enjoying a woman.
The bed began to creak and groan.
The woman rubbed Yue Chong's waist, her eyes filled with the satisfaction of full desire. She enjoyed the young man's clumsy yet
powerful thrusting, whispering in the boy's ear: "Little Chong, do you know
how many women your penis will seduce in the future! Hmm?"
Four
Yue Chong's thoughts were still lingering on the sexual pleasure with that mature woman.
From then on, he called Sanwazi's mother "Auntie".
He could never forget his auntie's mature body.
Whether it was the previous spying or the many sexual encounters they had afterward. Although Brother Luo later returned
, and Sanwazi's mother later had other lovers. But he still took every opportunity to enjoy himself with her
.
Thinking of Sanwazi's mother, he felt a mix of excitement and gratitude. She had opened
the door to the pleasures of male-female love for him. From then on, he began to realize the benefits of his magnificent penis.
Yue Chong stood up.
His pectoral muscles, honed from years of martial arts training, were very strong and masculine.
A small tuft of dark body hair grew from his lower abdomen down to a thick, dark patch, covering the base of his penis.
His thick penis hung between his legs like an eggplant.
It had to be admitted that rigorous training and martial arts had sculpted his body well, complementing his handsome face
and charming smile. At eighteen, he was already a handsome young man who could charm many girls.
He was definitely a sexy young man.
A bath made Yue Chong feel very comfortable. He picked up a dry towel from the tub and dried himself.
This was all thanks to Hua Jie'er. She had prepared the bathwater for him early on.
Thinking of Hua Jie'er, Yue Chong felt a surge of excitement.
What happened that afternoon almost gave him a nosebleed.
Hua Jie'er had been married to Shen Erge for several years, and was a radiant, youthful woman.
Hua Jie'er was very beautiful. Her pretty face was always rosy. Her big eyes darted around cleverly. Her small nose and
full, round lips were always slightly upturned, making one want to pounce and bite them.
Hua Jie'er was very talkative. She loved to joke. Married women are generally bolder, but
none were quite as bold as Hua Jie'er. She liked to tease energetic men, especially naive
young men like Yue Chong. Every time she saw Yue Chong's embarrassed, blushing face, she
laughed like a child who had successfully pulled off a prank.
Hua Jie'er loved to laugh. When she laughed, her eyes squinted like crescent moons. Two small dimples appeared
on her face, and when she smiled, she always revealed two rows of neat, white teeth like small seashells.
Then she would sway her serpentine waist, her round buttocks
swaying unladylike from side to side, as she walked past several grown men, occasionally throwing them a
flirtatious glance. Watching a woman with a great figure and a beautiful face sway past you 　　is obviously a very challenging psychological test
for energetic men. 　　So for a young man like Yue Chong—or, in Hua Jie'er's words, a newly-grown adult 　　—this challenge was even more severe. He always blushed, his eyes 　　fixed on Hua Jie'er's swaying buttocks or her swollen breasts, as if drawn to a magnet 　　. 　　Only after Hua Jie'er disappeared from the room could he come to his senses and swallow hard. 　　And Yue Chong was clearly not the only man embarrassed by Hua Jie'er's teasing. Often, the other men in the room 　　shared similar expressions. 　　Hua Jie'er was quite open about it. She never did this behind Shen Erge's back; she almost always 　　did it in front of him. 　　Yue Chong even suspected that Hua Jie'er was seducing Shen Erge so that he 　　would perform more vigorously when they shared a bed at night. 　　Whenever Hua Jie'er disappeared, everyone would start to protest against Shen Erge with angry or resentful eyes 　　, clearly protesting Hua Jie'er's seduction of them, these energetic men. The more mischievous younger brothers 　　even took the opportunity to demand that Shen Erge treat them to drinks and entertainment as compensation for their emotional distress. 　　Faced with these protests, Shen Erge would always roll his eyes or shrug, indicating that he was completely helpless. He 　　had no way to deal with Hua Jie'er's "hobby"; in his words, he was used to it. 　　Charming yet detestable Hua Jie'er—that was Yue Chong and the others' assessment of her. 　　And today, he spent the entire afternoon alone with this charming yet detestable Hua Jie'er. 　　Shen Erge and his companion moved the things into the storeroom and then left, making an excuse to slip away. He was left to accompany Sister Hua 　　, arranging things in the storeroom under her direction. 　　Sister Hua was very good at ordering people around, making Yue Chong, this cheap laborer, suffer quite a bit. She was also surprisingly strict 　　, always finding fault with Yue Chong, causing him endless complaints.

"Hey Xiao Chong, can't you put it a little further in? It takes up so much space!"
Yue Chong could only move the box a bit further in.
"Ugh, why is that bundle of cloth sticking out at an angle? It's so ugly!
It sticks out like your manhood, what kind of nonsense is that! Hey, I'm talking about that bundle of cloth, why is it sticking out so high down there? Young people really
are... Hey! You brat, where are your eyes looking? You're staring at your sister's chest!"
Perhaps because she was hot from moving things, Hua Jie'er's blouse had unbuttoned at some point, and it was
a little low open. As she gestured, her already full breasts moved wildly inside her clothes, as if
they were about to jump out. Through the collar, he could see the part of Hua Jie'er's breasts that were exposed,
and the deep cleavage.
Yue Chong was seizing this rare moment of exposure to spy hard, the white breasts swaying
in and out of his eyes, and his penis was already hard and erect.
Hearing her shout, Yue Chong was like a child caught stealing candy, and he immediately
jumped up like a cat whose tail had been stepped on.
"Ah! No, no, I'll go set it up." Yue Chong ran off to work as if fleeing, leaving behind
Hua Jie'er, hands on hips, laughing and enjoying his embarrassment.
"You little rascal, you're really funny." She chuckled.
"Hey, sister, I'm a grown man! Stop calling me a little kid!" Yue Chong yelled
.
"Oh, didn't you notice? Hey, grown man, why were you peeking at me just now, huh? Huh!!"
Yue Chong immediately fell silent; being caught by Hua Jie'er was a very serious matter.
Then she immediately changed to a very gentle tone: "You see, just tell me, and your sister Hua will
show you, right? Why are you sneaking around? What kind of behavior is that? Isn't that right~"
Looking at Sister Hua's fox-like, kind eyes, Yue Chong immediately shouted, "Hey, sister, I
didn't see anything just now, not at all! Don't do anything rash! It's a misunderstanding, all a misunderstanding~"
Then he saw Sister Hua laughing very unrestrainedly, her body shaking with laughter: "Ah, a little kid is just a little kid."
Next, Sister Hua actually started to "discuss" a problem with Yue Chong in a mysterious way.
Yue Chong had no idea what this cunning sister wanted to discuss, and he was very worried that it was definitely not a good thing.
However, he dared not refuse, so he stared nervously at Sister Hua, accepting her interrogation.
"Little Chong, this is a very serious question, don't try to fool me." Sister Hua was obviously very
serious when she spoke to him.
Yue Chong could only nod.
"Tell me, you've grown up so much, have you ever been with a woman?" Hua Jie'er's voice was very serious.
"Ah!" Yue Chong finally jumped up.
"Look how nervous you are, you're not a woman, what's there to be shy about?"
"I said, sister, you, you, you, you~~" Yue Chong was completely speechless. "Can't you be a little more ladylike
? Come on, I don't even have a wife yet!"
"How am I not ladylike!" Hua Jie'er scolded him with her hands on her hips and chest puffed out, then
revealed a kind old woman's expression again: "What's there to be shy about? If you don't understand, I can teach you."
Yue Chong finally ran away in utter speechlessness, hiding in a corner of the warehouse, using serious work to escape Hua
Jie'er's torment.
Hua Jie'er was laughing there with unusual happiness, then shook her head: "Sigh, a virgin is a virgin."
But she had no intention of letting Yue Chong go at all.
The warehouse was very small, and because things were piled up on both sides, there was only a small gap to squeeze through.
Yue Chong was standing sideways in the alley, piling things to both sides.
Then, Hua Jie'er, calling out "Make way!", quickly squeezed in, giving Yue Chong no
chance to move aside, directly pushing her way in front of him. Her large buttocks pressed against his penis, completely
covering it.
Then Hua Jie'er's buttocks twisted back and forth a couple of times.
Yue Chong's penis, without any warm-up, instantly became swollen and hard, pressing against
the crevice of Hua Jie'er's buttocks.
Then, Hua Jie'er mischievously pushed back, finally managing to push it away.
"Hey, Little Chong, what's that thing? Why is it always pressing against me?" Hua Jie'er
said with a half-smile.
Yue Chong was really furious. Did Hua Jie'er not know what was pressing against him? She was clearly teasing him.
"Hey sis, you're so heartless! You're a girl, always crowding around here. I'm
a normal person, my reaction is perfectly normal!"
Hua Jie'er giggled.
Then, quite unladylike, she grabbed his bulge: "Ah, not bad at all!"
This made Yue Chong unable to hold back any longer; he wasn't exactly a gentleman. He grabbed Hua Jie'er
's buttocks, the plump bottom feeling very good to the touch.
Then Hua Jie'er screamed dramatically.
"What are you doing?"
She turned around fiercely, pointing her finger at him, practically pointing it at his nose:
"Hey brat, you're harassing me! I'm your sister-in-law! You dare harass your sister-in-law? Aren't you afraid your second brother
will skin you alive when he gets back?!"
She now wore a saintly expression. A huge accusation was slapped on him.
Yue Chong was completely dumbfounded.
"Oh? Scared?"
Then, very understandingly, she patted Yue Chong's shoulder: "It's okay for young people to be impulsive, but you can't do
anything reckless, okay? Your Hua Jie'er is very proper, isn't she?"
She then demonstrated her propriety with her actions.
She grabbed Yue Chong's erection hard again, this time going even further, and also touched his bulging testicles
: "But your thing is really big! Hmm, I like it, hehe."
She finally laughed happily and slipped out the door,
leaving a thoroughly frustrated and bewildered Yue Chong alone in the warehouse.
This was Hua Jie'er's hobby. She had no intention of taking a bite, but she always made you smell
it, then gloated at your helpless expression. Yue Chong had
spent the last hour or two of the afternoon under Hua Jie'er's "torture."
Now Yue Chong was completely convinced that Hua Jie'er was a master of torment. He was currently being teased by her intentional or unintentional
provocations, his desire hanging high in the air, with no way to release it.
Thinking of this, Yue Chong's penis was already rock hard. That thick, fleshy rod
stood erect from his thigh, feeling uncomfortably pent up.
Now his mind was filled with Hua Jie'er's devilishly writhing figure,
her white breasts peeking out from her collar
, and the plump buttocks holding his penis.
Desire burned like fire, and his hand gripped his thick penis. Fantasizing about Hua Jie'er's beautiful
figure, he finally began to masturbate. Masturbation was currently the only way to suppress the fire.
Yue Chong gradually became immersed in his self-pleasure.
Little did he know, there was a barely noticeable small hole in the side wall of the bathhouse. At that moment, an eye
was peering through the hole, spying on Yue Chong's strong, muscular body and his large, manipulating penis.
Speaking of voyeurism, it usually conjures up
images of a lewd and wicked man, carving a dark hole in the wall to admire beautiful women naked, washing their bodies.
Voyeurism is often a common technique used by men.
However, Hua Jie'er didn't think so at all; her view was completely opposite.
Her other "strange hobby," one that even her husband didn't know about,
was voyeurism.
Watching men bathe was one of her greatest pleasures.
In her view, it was a very convenient way to appreciate a man's physique.
In Hua Jie'er's view, men were like exquisite works of art, works of art that required discerning
individuals to appreciate them carefully. Strong, well-built men can be categorized in many ways. To appreciate men, one must learn
to classify them, looking at their strong pectoral muscles and muscular waists. Of course, most importantly, there are
the various sizes of male penises.
Hua Jie'er had this peculiar fetish; she even categorized men's penises and
combined them with men's physiques and appearances to create a set of "physiognomy" known only to her.
Don't doubt Hua Jie'er's perverse tastes. Before marrying Shen Erge, she was a female
thief.
Her mentor was also a female thief, and a very individualistic one at that, a staunch advocate of feminism.
Influenced by her mentor, she focused on pursuing women's happiness, or rather, how to enable women to enjoy
the same happiness as men. She couldn't stand the world where women were merely appendages of men.
This was an absolute insult to a female thief.
So, even after marriage, Shen Erge became the first training subject for the former female thief to promote her views on gender equality
. Then, Brother Shen became completely henpecked.
Knowing Sister Hua well, when proposing to her, Brother Shen declared beforehand
: "I will only marry you." His self-assurance greatly pleased Sister Hua.
The issue of gender inequality manifests itself in many ways, a conclusion Sister Hua and her master reached during their discussions
.
For example, the issue of rape.
Or rather, the attitude of the rape victim towards rape.
It's well known that a woman's life after being raped is tragic. Not only physically, but
more seriously, she suffers endless psychological torment. She may feel lifelong shame,
guilt, and remorse for betraying her family or husband. And after the crime is exposed, many women cannot bear the pressure and commit suicide.
But what about men? What if a man is raped? What will he do?
Sister Hua always wanted to understand this.
So one night, after a long period of celibacy, Sister Hua, after drinking some wine,
finally couldn't hold back any longer and decided to go out and pick a woman.
Who says a lecher is always a man?
What is a lecherous thief? A lecherous thief is supposed to be a skilled martial artist who, when sexual desire becomes unbearable, sneaks
into someone's house under the cover of darkness, pushes a woman whose martial arts skills are inferior to his own or who has no martial arts skills at all
onto the bed, and then forces her to have sex with him to quell his lust.
This is Hua Jie'er's definition of a lecherous thief.
And now, Hua Jie'er herself perfectly fits the definition of a lecherous thief. Today, she wants to verify that a woman can also be
a lecherous thief, or to put it more elegantly, a flower thief.
So she sneaks into the room of a man staying at an inn.
This is because she is also staying at this inn. She saw the man during the day; he has an elegant demeanor and is clearly a wealthy
young man. Obviously, he is traveling and only staying here for one night.
Hua Jie'er sneaks onto the man's bed.
Her face, of course, is covered. This is an essential item for a lecherous thief. She quickly pushes the man down, strips him naked, and exposes
his penis. This man's penis is not bad, not too big or too small, just passable.
She said menacingly, "Don't move, or I'll kill you!" Then she pulled down her pants, ripped open her clothes
, and straddled him.
At that moment, she suddenly thought of something.
Could a man become impotent after being raped? If so, the whole thing was ruined. A limp man was
useless.
So she pretended to be gentle, thinking that all lecherous men would use this kind of coaxing and deception on
their victims: "As long as you cooperate obediently and make me feel good, I won't hurt you. Don't be upset,
even if you've been raped once, just think of it as a romantic encounter. Why be upset?"
She clearly wanted to prepare the man mentally beforehand; if he became limp, the game wouldn't work.
Then she forcibly dragged the man's hand to her breast, and he naturally grasped it. Her
threat was clearly effective, and Sister Hua was very satisfied.
What pleased her even more was that the man didn't flinch in fear; instead, he unexpectedly remained erect, trembling slightly
.
The tense penetration earlier had significantly increased her physical arousal, and her genitals, which hadn't experienced such pleasure in a long time
, were already dripping wet.
Satisfied, she straddled him. Then, she let out a satisfied groan, finally feeling fulfilled.
Then she heard the man whimper a few times. The reason it was a whimper was because the woman had
tightly covered his mouth, afraid he would shout "molestation," "help," or "rape!"
The man was probably whimpering, she thought smugly. Looking at the strange look in his eyes—fear, sorrow
, extreme humiliation? Perhaps all of them; it was definitely odd.
Although Hua Jie'er's face was covered, her devilishly alluring figure was no joke; at least
the man's hands were groping her breasts. But none of this mattered to Hua Jie'er. She writhed wantonly
, her vagina devouring the man's penis, the lecherous man intently enjoying his prey.
Clearly, the man's whimpering displeased her, and she warned in a low voice, "Don't scream for help, don't
shout, or I'll kill you, you hear me!"
The man nodded frantically.
So Hua Jie'er released her hand from the man's mouth. She really didn't want to hear his whimpering; she wanted to enjoy the groans of a man being raped. She loved hearing the beast-like 　　groans, or growls,
men make during intercourse . 　　The moment she released her hand, she worried the man would cry for help. 　　But she was wrong. 　　The man's voice struggled in his throat for a few moments before finally trembling out: "Fairy, ah, 　　you're a fairy! Oh!~~" 　　Hua Jie'er was stunned; she hadn't expected this answer at all. She finally understood the man 　　's gaze—not fear, not humiliation, but pure, extreme excitement. 　　Hua Jie'er finally understood what it felt like to be raped. It 　　was completely different from the rumors about women being raped; this man treated this bizarre rape as an incredibly 　　pleasurable erotic dream. 　　This discovery was somewhat disheartening. 　　Then, the prey beneath her struck her again. Before 　　Hua Jie'er could even twitch a few times, she heard the man let out a low growl, thrust with all his might, and 　　ejaculated with a gurgling sound. Then he collapsed like a deflated balloon. Hua Jie'er 　　's pleasure, which was just beginning to enjoy carnal desire, came to an abrupt end, leaving her hanging in mid-air. 　　Whether it was the extreme arousal that caused him to be so short-lived, or whether this man was simply a quick finisher 　　, Hua Jie'er was now speechless, facing the limp man. 　　Hua Jie'er was incredibly frustrated; her first attempt at rape had ended like this. She cursed angrily 　　, quickly dressed, and jumped out of the window. Before leaving, she didn't forget to kick the man 　　. 　　The moment she leaped out of the window, she heard a man's voice: "Oh, fairy, don't go! You, you'll 　　come back to rape me again? You have to come~" 　　Hua Jie'er wished she could go back and stab his limp penis. 　　The first rape's imperfect ending left her lust at its peak, and she understood one 　　thing: pretty boys were utterly useless. To continue observing a man's behavior after being raped, and to 　　satisfy her surging carnal desires, she began a second rape. 　　This time she was smarter; she chose a blacksmith's apprentice in town, strong as an ox. His penis 　　didn't disappoint her either, as thick as a donkey's. 　　Her methods were almost identical to the first rape. She stripped her prey naked, pushed him down, mounted him, and 　　raped him through intimidation and "appeasement." 　　And the man's behavior was almost exactly the same as the first rape. A sudden, unexpected encounter, extreme excitement, 　　and the blacksmith's apprentice's mouth filled with "fairy"—oh, slightly different, except that besides calling her "fairy," he also called her 　　"Bodhisattva. 　　" "Ah, fairy, ah, Bodhisattva, oh, you're so beautiful, fuck me to death! ~~~" 　　Fortunately, although the blacksmith's apprentice wasn't exactly handsome, his penis clearly resisted 　　the extreme temptation of the fairy and Bodhisattva. Hua Jie'er finally climaxed. Her flower-picking had achieved a perfect result. When she left satisfied 　　, the poor rapist was still immersed in beautiful memories of the fairy and Bodhisattva. 　　This was Hua Jie'er's flower-picking experience. 　　From then on, she was indignant about the fate of raped women who acted as if they were dying, and of course, she 　　cursed those women even more. In her view, it was just being "that" once, why act like it was death? Of course, 　　unmarried women didn't count, that was indeed a huge loss. As for married women who were raped, as long as they weren't pregnant, 　　what difference did it make if they had sex with their own men once? She even thought this was all good; women should seize 　　this special opportunity to enjoy the pleasure brought by a different kind of man. 　　She even thought women should savor this sudden romantic encounter, experiencing extreme excitement, and exclaiming 　　, "Ah, a fairy! Ah, Buddha!" 　　Only then would it be equal. 　　From then on, Hua Jie'er became even more willing to peep. In her view, at least in this aspect, 　　men and women should experience similar feelings. 　　She was now watching with great interest as Yue Chong in the bathroom grimaced and tormented his penis, enjoying 　　the slight pleasure derived from using his hand out of helplessness. 　　Of course, male pleasure is easier to accumulate, and she had already noticed Yue Chong's expression changing 　　. 　　Based on her long experience of voyeurizing men, she knew that the "freshly baked adult baby" she was peeping at 　　was about to ejaculate. 　　Looking at the bulging nest beneath the man's penis, she clearly didn't want him to spray all his essence 　　onto the wall. 　　So she quickly left the place where she was peeping, then went to the bathroom door and banged on it loudly.

The door was made of wood. Completely oblivious to the fact that the man about to experience the ecstasy of ejaculation might be rendered impotent by her sudden prank, 　　Yue
Chong was immersed in the pleasure of masturbation. However, the sudden knocking and Hua Jie'er's sweet voice sounded like a thunderclap in a clear sky to Yue Chong. He was stunned 　　. 　　He 　　was terrified. His legs went weak, and his middle leg hopped around in 　　shock. The pent-up pleasure vanished instantly. His left hand still clutched his penis, his mouth agape, his mind blank for a moment. Of course, this blankness 　　only 　　lasted 　　a split second 　　. 　　Then 　　, 　　instinctively, he jumped into the bathtub with a "plop." 　　"No, don't come in. I'm not done washing yet." 　　Laughter came from outside the door. 　　"Oh, what fell into the water? Your door is closed, how can I come in?" 　　Yue Chong was panting in frustration. 　　"Almost done, almost done, don't rush." 　　"Hurry up and come out!" 　　Hearing the footsteps outside the door disappear, Yue Chong finally climbed out of the tub, his penis finally 　　softening. He quickly dried himself and got dressed. 　　Just as he stepped out of the room, he saw Hua Jie'er carrying a freshly dried quilt and throwing it into his arms. 　　"Hurry up and don't be lazy, take it to my room." She commanded, hands on her hips. 　　"Can't you carry it yourself?" Yue Chong muttered. 　　"I still have things to carry. You men are strong, you should do more work." Hua Jie'er had plenty 　　of reasons. Then she led the way for him. 　　Yue Chong couldn't do anything about her, shook his head, and followed her into the room with the quilt. 　　Perhaps because of his earlier fantasies while holding the blanket, Yue Chong was particularly sensitive now. He kept feeling that Hua Jie'er's 　　plump buttocks seemed to sway intentionally or unintentionally, her round flesh appearing and disappearing under her skirt, making his throat 　　dry. His lower body began to swell again. 　　He pulled the blanket over. Hua Jie'er plopped down on the edge of the bed, staring at him with a half-smile. 　　"Were you doing something naughty in the bathroom just now? Hmm, let me see." 　　She really stared at Yue Chong's face carefully. 　　Yue Chong couldn't stand it; his face turned red from being stared at so pitifully. 　　"Why are you looking at me? I didn't grow a flower on my face." 　　"Really? No flower, but why is it red?" Hua Jie'er stared at him with a smile, "It looks like you really did 　　something naughty? You weren't really touching yourself, were you, hmm?" Then her eyes swept mischievously over his inner thighs 　　. 　　Yue Chong, feeling guilty, straightened his neck and said, "Hey, sister, don't slander me, okay? Am I that kind of person?" 　　His voice was clearly weak. 　　Hua Jie'er giggled happily, a triumphant expression after successfully teasing him. Suddenly, 　　her face turned serious, and she said, "Sit down." 　　Yue Chong, bewildered, sat on the edge of the bed next to Hua Jie'er. 　　"Tell me honestly, where did your Second Brother Shen and the others go?" 　　"Second Brother and the others went out on business. They heard there was news from the village, so they went to check it out." 　　"Oh, why aren't they back yet?" 　　"They probably went shopping, oh, maybe they went drinking." Yue Chong answered casually. 　　"Hmph, you little liar, you dare lie to me? You think I don't know? Did they go to take a bath?" She 　　pretended to pinch Yue Chong's ear, and he quickly dodged. 　　"Hey, sister, how would I know where your husband went? Didn't you see me being left at home by them, 　　enduring your torment all afternoon?" Yue Chong shouted. 　　Hua Jie'er glanced at him sideways. "Oh, how did I torment you? Tell me?" Her eyes were full of laughter 　　, and taking advantage of Yue Chong's inattention, her hand nimbly grabbed his lower body again. 　　Yue Chong's penis had already secretly become erect while he was admiring Hua Jie'er's swaying buttocks 　　, bulging a large bulge in his loose pants. Obviously, Hua Jie'er had already discovered it wickedly. 　　"Ah! Sister, can't you pay attention to your image? If you harass me again, I'll—" 　　Then he saw Hua Jie'er staring at him with a charming smile: "I'll what? Hmm?" 　　She leaned closer, close to Yue Chong. Her slightly parted lips were almost touching Yue Chong's face: 　　"If I harass you, what will you do? Hmm? Tell me?" 　　Her voice suddenly became very soft, her eyes seductive, and Yue Chong could feel her breath blowing on his 　　neck, the ticklish sensation making his desire boil over instantly. 　　Glancing sideways, he caught a glimpse of the deep neckline of Hua Jie'er's loose-fitting top. Having just bathed 　　, she wore nothing underneath, her full breasts 　　struggling playfully confined within the flimsy garment. Due to the angle, her deep cleavage and most of her rounded breasts were clearly 　　visible to Yue Chong. 　　Her erect nipples, pushing against the top, were clearly visible through the thin 　　fabric. 　　Just as Yue Chong was about to have a nosebleed, Hua Jie'er's despicable little hands began to caress him through his trousers 　　. 　　Yue Chong's desire finally overwhelmed his reason. 　　Panting heavily, he pulled Hua Jie'er into his arms, his hands climbing onto her breasts. 　　"I told you not to seduce me, now see if I dare to devour you!" 　　Hua Jie'er used her old trick, feigning a loud, dramatic cry. 　　"Wow, you dare harass your sister-in-law! Just wait and see how your second brother deals with you when he gets back!" But her laughter clearly 　　told Yue Chong that everything the woman said was just to tease him. 　　She was simply seducing him. 　　This time, Yue Chong completely ignored all of that. Seducing his sister-in-law? To hell with that! He had just been...

The desire that had been suppressed by fright had long since returned. Recalling how he had just masturbated while imagining this alluring body
, a primal male urge completely overwhelmed his mind.
He panted, his strong body slamming down onto the soft, voluptuous body before him.
Then his head rested on the woman's soft breasts.
Yue Chong's hands excitedly tore open the woman's clothes, and her full, white breasts
sprang out like rabbits, which he immediately grabbed.
At the tip of her breast, a pink protrusion, like a cherry just picked from the tree.
Yue Chong's mouth didn't hesitate to take it in.
His lips skillfully licked and teased the woman's nipple, his hands caressing her body. His strong erection
pressed firmly against the woman's thighs.
Yue Chong greedily inhaled the faint scent of her body.
The scent of a woman.
He was slowly savoring the taste of a youthful, mature woman.
Yue Chong's hands began to roam over the woman's body, completely stripping away the obstructing clothing, as if
peeling a fresh bamboo shoot.
Finally, the bamboo shoots were completely peeled clean.
Bamboo shoots have layers of outer shells, preventing you from appreciating the wonderful thing hidden inside.
But now, the annoying cover is gone, and the tender white shoot flesh is laid out, waiting to be enjoyed.
The smooth, tender shoots wriggled.
Hua Jie'er let out a soft moan.
While spying on Yue Chong bathing and watching him masturbate, Hua Jie'er had made up her mind to
devour this "freshly baked little one." When she saw the young man, aroused by her teasing, pounce on her like a wolf
, she couldn't be more smug. Now she was going to enjoy this prey that had come to her.
Her hand gripped Yue Chong's penis tightly.
The large penis felt incredibly heavy in her hand.
Looking at it, her desire swelled uncontrollably, and her juices flowed uncontrollably. She
gripped the penis tightly, feeling its throbbing.
The man's hands kneaded her breasts. So
comfortable.
So comfortable.
She squinted.
When you close your eyes, your sense of touch becomes incredibly sensitive. She knew this very well. Therefore, she knew
how to maximize her pleasure.
Now she could clearly feel a warm, wet tongue licking her belly.
An unusual slippery sensation made her pores involuntarily open and bulge—a sign of intense stimulation.
She gripped the sheets tightly, her legs tensing nervously, her buttocks thrusting and twisting.
The man's chest pressed against the thick pubic hair below her abdomen, gently rubbing.
She breathed heavily, closing her eyes to savor the sensation.
She felt the man's wet tongue glide across her lower abdomen, lingering briefly at her navel before moving downwards.
She felt a strange tension, yet also anticipation.
The tongue finally swept swiftly across the thick pubic hair, accurately licking the bright red cleft.
Her moan suddenly rose.
The tongue went in.
Sometimes the tongue is more effective than the fingers, and now it was fully utilizing its advantages.
Oh, don't sweep there, ahhh.
His tongue was so agile, like a restless eel leaping and churning in a narrow burrow. Was this fulfillment
or an even more unbearable emptiness? She couldn't tell anymore.
She only knew to keep thrusting her hips, letting the man's mouth savor this tender shell. A
tender scallop after its shell has been peeled.
Suddenly, she vaguely remembered her husband.
Would her husband come back?
What if he came back and saw her...?
The man's tongue, quite uncooperatively, stirred heavily at this moment, then
rubbed the protrusion at the base of the flesh with his tongue.
Desire suddenly overwhelmed her like a giant wave.
The taboo of adultery stood high like a reef before the giant wave of desire; the wave crashed against the reef,
desire crashed against the taboo of adultery, and extreme pleasure scattered everywhere like countless sprays.
Ah, come on then, come and see, see how wild I am! Ah, I'm so wanton, it feels so good, oh! Ooh!
"Oh! Ooh~~"
Her head had already turned to the side, biting the corner of the blanket tightly. Her teeth were working hard, enduring
the pleasure the man was giving her body.
But the hateful man was only willing to use his tongue to explore that wet cave. This was not
what she wanted now. Her hands grabbed everywhere, finally grabbing that erect penis.
His penis.
A thick penis.
In extreme unbearable pain, she let out a cry-like sound: "Quick, quick, I want it~~ go in quickly!"
The man's head had already been pushed away by her, and she guided that tempting flesh to the entrance of the cave, inserting the
large glans. Her other hand tightly hugged the man's waist, pressing down hard. Her lips kissed
the man's mouth.
There was a heavy smell of musk, because it was covered with the lustful fluid flowing from her genitals.
"Come in quickly, Xiao Chong, quick!"
Yue Chong's penis rushed in.
The woman shuddered, her brow furrowing as if in extreme pain, then clung tightly to his waist.
"Ah, so big~~~"
"How is it?"
The woman had no time to answer; her actions spoke volumes. Her hips began
to sway wildly.
Yue Chong's penis had finally found its comfortable haven.
From initial rubbing, slow thrusting, it gradually quickened.
The bed creaked rudely.
The woman's cries were now almost entirely stuck in her throat. Suddenly, she thrust heavily, letting out a long "Ah!"
before her hips stiffened and she went limp.
Hua Jie lay quietly.
The two impulsive frenzy finally entered a brief respite with the ejaculation of their own orgasms.
The man was now lying on top of her, pressing down on her. Most of his weight was borne by his hands,
but a significant portion was also pressing on the point where their bodies were joined.
Yue Chong's penis still stood proudly erect inside her vagina.
A full, aching sensation
filled her. Hua Jie'er's lips curled into a smile.
She had been busy earlier, needing a man's help, and this man had clearly been effective. She had already collapsed once
, but he seemed unaffected.
Now she finally had time to appreciate the man on top of her.
Hua Jie'er's gaze focused on Yue Chong's penis. She reached out and gently touched it. "Yours is so big!"
the woman exclaimed, staring at it. "It's the cutest thing I've ever seen," she continued, her eyes shining.
"I have to savor it."
Although she had admired it from afar while spying, she had never seen
it this close. Earlier, she had been too busy enjoying herself to pay much attention. Now she could finally properly appreciate this
man's penis.
It truly was the most magnificent one she had ever seen.
His thick shaft was so large that her small hands couldn't even grasp half of it. It felt heavy in her hands.
She couldn't resist licking it.
Yue Chong hummed comfortably, stroking her hair, "Sister, you're so beautiful."
She rolled over and straddled the man. Her long, slender fingers lightly traced his chest,
a slight smile playing on her lips, "You're handsome too, so strong."
Yue Chong propped his head up with his hand, looking at this beautiful woman.
She once again wore a mischievous expression, "You're so bold, daring to rape your sister-in-law?"
Then her face pressed against his.
"You dare say you're not seducing me? You're seducing me all day long."
The woman pinched his thigh hard, making him cry out in pain.
"Hehe, you still haven't answered my question? Were you masturbating?"
"I wasn't!"
"Dare to say you weren't?" She laughed triumphantly, then whispered in his ear,
"I saw it all clearly. I was staring at you the whole time!"
"Ah! Where?" "Next to
the bathroom." Hua Jie rolled her eyes at him, "Let me tell you, to keep an eye on you while you
shower, I dug a hole in the wall and observed you closely!"
"But, you have a pretty good figure!"
Yue Chong was stunned.
After a moment of hesitation, he suddenly pounced on her, pinning the pretentious pretty woman down, and began to
vigorously knead her breasts.
"So you were spying on me! And you scared me half to death! You're so mean!!"
"Hmph, if I hadn't scared you, you would have sprayed all over the wall." Hua Jie's hand touched his scrotum
, speaking with self-righteousness. Then she gave it a very gentle tug, and a wave of pleasure surged through Yue Chong's brain like an electric shock
.
His mouth chased after the woman's tender lips and kissed her: "You still dare to say you didn't seduce me, mmm~~"
The following sounds were already indistinct, and their mouths were tightly sealed together.
The two naked bodies rolled on the bed again.
Hua Jie'er turned over and straddled Yue Chong.
One hand tucked her long, beautiful hair to one side of her neck, and she lowered her head.
"They'll be back soon, we can't waste this good time, I want to~~~"
The erect penis was aimed at her wet opening, and she twisted her waist, the glans already inserted.
"I'm going to eat you~~~!"
She sat down.
Then the bed began to shake violently, emitting groans of unbearable torment.
Clothes were scattered all over the room. The quilt had been kicked and was about to fall off the bed.
A beautiful woman was riding a strong young man, thrusting like a
beautiful female knight on horseback.
"Tell me, am I pretty?"
"Pretty~"
"Then why didn't you come to me sooner?"
"You're Second Brother's woman, aren't you?"
"Then how dare you do this now?"
"..."
"So, I'm going to punish you. I'll punish you by making you come and rape me every day, or I'll rape you even more often..."
The bed shook even more violently
.

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