[The End of the Nation] (Side Story 2)

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Chapter 2 of the Side Story: Demon Night
The corpses of soldiers, clad in armor, lay scattered haphazardly on the battlefield after the smoke of battle. A gentle breeze blew,
tossing off the heads of their skeletal remains.
Numerous vultures circled overhead, calling and hovering. Some on the ground searched,
hoping to find even a trace of flesh among the countless fallen soldiers.
Dusk covered the land; the fields yielded nothing, and people and livestock were nowhere to be found. Yet, the war continued relentlessly, one battle after another. Some
battlefields saw thousands of soldiers, some tens of thousands, and some hundreds of thousands.
The wind howled, the wilderness stretched endlessly, and countless fallen soldiers lay abandoned on the battlefields where they had fought.
Vultures, wild eagles, and wolves were the ones who collected their bodies—none of their kings.
Countless broken, unusable, and burned chariots, their lingering smoke and acrid smell, accompanied the fallen.
The victors of war satisfy their desires through war, annexing, expanding, slaughtering, burning, killing, and raping—a cycle that never ends.
The losers, defeated, are annihilated, plundered; everything they once possessed is no longer theirs, even themselves
vanish into nothingness.
A heavy body, drooping eyelids, blurred vision, parched lips, hands gripping the hilt of a sword, the tip
repeatedly plunging into the mud and rocks of the path ahead.
The blood that stained the blade has long since dried; the samurai sword, having fulfilled its wartime mission, has become a soldier's crutch.
Shiro crawls out from the pile of corpses, looking in despair at everything left behind by the war. Though his vision is blurred,
the tattered, simple bamboo armor still clings to his body, the various knife wounds covering his entire being clearly visible.
Shiro used his sword as a crutch, limping slowly forward, muttering repeatedly, "This precious sword was forged for the nation, for
the emperor, destined to live and die for the nation..."
Two tears streamed down his face, leaving streaks. His hands gripped the hilt of his sword tightly, and he looked up at
the wild eagles circling him in the sky, and at the desolate twilight.
Just like before, several wild eagles that had followed Shiro swooped down from four directions, intending to kill
him to ensure their own survival. The eagles had done this countless times.
Just as they were about to close in, Shiro's katana suddenly flashed with several swift strokes, and
feathers fell from the eagles' bodies along with the severed flesh.
The blade, whipped up by the sword's movement, brushed against Shiro's bangs, revealing a gaze even more piercing than the eagles', before vanishing in an instant
.
Seeing their kind killed, the surrounding eagles scattered and flew away. The blade plunged back into the mud to support his heavy body, and
Shiro gasped for breath.
"I...I'm not dead yet...my flesh isn't for you to eat..."
Looking at the corpses of his comrades, riddled with arrows and clad in tattered bamboo armor, and at the enemies, their
expressions of terror, regret, and pain were palpable.
Not far away, countless wild eagles were scavenging them, emitting vile cawing. Thunder rumbled
in the sky. Shiro looked up; dark clouds had filled the sky.
After several deafening claps, a torrential downpour began. The eagles had long since flown away; only the abandoned bodies of fallen soldiers remained.
Shiro was soaked to the bone.
Watching the eagles fly towards a bamboo forest, Shiro quickened his pace, walking step by step in that direction.
—In
the dense bamboo forest, which seemed to have appeared out of nowhere, a woman clutched a bag of mushrooms she had gathered, fleeing,
pursued by three bandit-like soldiers, who laughed maniacally.
The terrified woman was quickly caught and surrounded. The bag of mushrooms she had painstakingly picked fell to the ground,
scattering the mushrooms.
"Ah...ah...ah...ah..."
"Hehe...hehe...hehe...where do you think you're going...hahaha..."
The panicked woman was surrounded by three bandits, screaming, crying out in despair, and pleading for help
.
She tried to run towards an opening, but her movements were no match for the bandits' speed.
One of the bandits rushed over, grabbed her slender waist, and lifted her into the air.
The bandit who had grabbed her seemed to be the strongest. The remaining two bandits,
not daring to be too brazen until their leader had finished, could only crane their necks, inhaling the faint fragrance emanating from the woman.
The pale red robe of the ordinary farm girl was greedily caressed by three pairs of foul hands. The woman's body
writhed stiffly within the robe, accompanied by the raucous laughter of the three men and the woman's cries, drifting into the distance.
The large hand, gripping her slender waist, moved upwards, reaching her soft breasts.
The alluring scent of her flesh ignited a burning lust within the three men.
The woman, nestled in the leader's arms, had her smooth, white breasts constantly being fondled and squeezed. The ordinary farm
girl's slender waist twisted and struggled beneath her pale red robe, which was torn, revealing her long, white legs
.
The leader's face was sometimes buried in her black, coiled hair, sometimes licking her face and slender neck with his tongue . Then, he roughly tore aside her cloud-like hair, causing it 　　to cascade down like
a waterfall . 　　 "So long...so long...I haven't tasted meat...Ahahaha...Ha...Little beauty...Little beauty 　　...You'll have to satisfy the three of us today...Hahahaha..." 　　 "No...No...Ah...No..." 　　 The eldest brother sat on the large rock, feeling his erect penis sandwiched between the woman's fleshy buttocks. His penis 　　throbbed excitedly as if greatly stimulated. The woman's panties were torn and discarded to the side. 　　 The other two men let out filthy and ferocious laughter. One of them spread one of the woman's legs into an M-shape, 　　exposing the woman's most mysterious and precious private parts to the eyes of the three men from different perspectives. 　　 Judging from the woman's words and actions, she was weak and timid. After struggling for a while, she exhausted her strength, leaving only 　　weak, painful, and shrill cries. 　　 Her light red robe was torn to shreds, and her beautiful white flesh under the robe was sometimes visible and sometimes hidden, which further 　　enhanced her beauty and deepened the three men's sadistic desires.

Between her long, white legs, which were forced apart, a patch of white flesh was visible, revealing her mysterious private parts. It turned out the woman was a "white tiger" (a woman with no vulva),
her rosy labia twitching as if in fear. Beneath her fleshy buttocks pressed a long, thick, fleshy root—the boss
's.
"Hey...you two lackeys...this beauty's lower body...isn't it alluring..."
The boss, holding the woman's beautiful back and buttocks, couldn't see the beauty of her lower body, and asked his two lackeys
about the sight of her lower body.
"Beautiful...so beautiful...I've never seen...such a fleshy flower before...hehe...
it even moves...hehe...do you want our boss's great southern kingdom?"
"Waaah...waaah...no...no...no...waaah...ah..." The woman was already exhausted
, her personality weak, only able to cry weakly, her struggles growing increasingly feeble.
Her breasts were mercilessly squeezed and manipulated, waves of pain washing over her. Her weak twists and struggles only
intensified the physical reaction of the man clinging to her, his thick, hard penis rubbing against her round buttocks, both actively and
passively.
"You two... hurry up and help me suck out her... juices... I'm going to fuck you...
"
"Hehe... Boss... you really are a man who knows how to cherish women... haha..."
Seeing the man's wicked face approaching between her legs, the woman helplessly cried and struggled weakly. Suddenly,
the man's tongue licked her precious spot, and the woman's face flushed even redder. She turned her head away, her long hair obscuring
her face, crying weakly, screaming in pain.
Smelling the fragrance of the woman's most precious place, the bandit's face pressed against her genitals.
The contact between his dirty face and the fair, tender skin of the woman made the man feel as if he were eating a delicacy.
The long, foul-smelling tongue kept trying to penetrate the petals, arousing the woman's shameful feelings. Her
unconscious movements, pressed against the leader's beautiful back and fleshy buttocks, fueled his lust.
The occasional friction between her fleshy buttocks and the long, thick penis brought intense pleasure to both of them.
The woman's face, previously hidden by her long, flowing hair, suddenly rippled with desire, spreading like waves across her entire jade-like face
.
Her pale red robes were torn to shreds, revealing most of her fair skin. Every inch of her skin
had been touched, and her long legs were firmly spread in a M-shape between her round, fleshy buttocks. Waves of pleasure
surged from the licking of her lower body.
The heavy rain had long since stopped; the bamboo forest was filled with birdsong and the air was damp and fresh. With the setting sun watching, the three
men shouted excitedly, while the woman's powerless, shameful struggles and cries echoed throughout the area.
The woman's alluring fragrance grew stronger, and the three men's lewd and sadistic arousal intensified. The moon slowly replaced
the setting sun, climbing to the top of the sky.
The three men, the leader sitting cross-legged on a large rock, embraced the woman's almost naked, fair body. His thick penis was
pressed against her round, bare buttocks. One man's face was pressed against her genitals, licking them incessantly, while another
grabbed her long, white legs, caressing and licking them.
Waves of stimulation finally aroused the woman's love juices. When they finally came, it was astonishing; large
amounts of love juice were continuously sucked out and swallowed by the men.
"Ugh...ugh...so...so much water...sweet...ugh..."
"Good job...now that the water's come...get away from me...it's time for me to enjoy my feast
...haha!"
The leader forcefully kicked away the man licking between the woman's legs, then punched
the man enjoying her beautiful legs to the ground. Both men, caught up in their excitement, refused to give in and prepared to fight back against the leader.
"Damn it...you two want to rebel, huh...I'll kill you both today...hmph!"
"What kind of boss are you...you only care about yourself...abusing us...you've taken all our food and drink
...we'll take you down today...and then we'll make this beauty our...bandit wife!"
"Come on if you dare...stop talking nonsense...if you can kill me, that's your skill...I'm afraid you don't have that...skill
...come on...come on all at once..."
The three were already on the verge of battle. The boss, his thick, hard penis pressed against the woman
's round buttocks, rubbed against her a few times, then grabbed her waist and breasts
, before shoving her onto the grass. The woman cried out, rolled a few times on the grass, and collapsed, sprawling on the ground.
The three men, seasoned soldiers who knew each other well, approached, swords drawn.
No one dared to be careless in this matter of life and death.
Through the long, disheveled hair framing her forehead, her face silently observed, devoid of any
fear or panic. She watched as if observing a play, observing three men killing each other for her. A
perverse excitement surged within her, and her lower body began to spasm inexplicably.
(Wait...wait...this kind of weather...is perfect for watching a play...building up emotions...breathing the same air as the others
...
Of the three, the leader was the tallest and strongest, with the strongest martial arts skills. The other two were only average, so they would need to work together
to kill him. However, all three were filled with fear.
"Ah..."
The two exchanged glances, raising their katanas, and charged towards the leader. The leader's strong body bulged with
muscles that gleamed black against the backdrop of countless scars.)
"Hah...ya!" The leader swung his katana, longer than both of them, to clash head-on with the two swords. The blades collided, and both
men felt a tingling pain in their hands, almost dropping their swords.
The woman, her delicate face partially obscured by her hair, had a pair of slanted phoenix eyes that flashed with excitement. The thrill of a man
risking his life for her was so exhilarating, so incredibly thrilling. Her long, straight, white legs
trembled and clamped even tighter.
A long, sharp red tongue, dripping with saliva, slowly extended from behind her hair, and her crimson lips
sensually licked around her burning lips.
(Slow...slow...time is passing...my beauty...across the distance...receiving the sent melancholy
...)
Seizing the moment when the two men were distracted, the leader swiftly rushed forward, delivering a shoulder charge that sent one flying. Simultaneously,
his right hand, wielding a katana, slashed at the other man's face.
The man who had been thrown crashed into a large rock, his head split
open and he died instantly. The man struck in the face by the leader's katana had his head cleaved diagonally in two, the upper half slowly sliding down and rolling onto the grass.
Watching the two men's gruesome deaths, their bodies stained crimson with blood, the leader's lips curled into a cruel, cold smile, the
moonlight reflecting off his blade.
"Fight me... and you'll only die... Ahahaha... Hahaha... Hmph... Hahaha!" The leader
plunged his long, bloodstained katana into the grass beside him, spread his incredibly strong arms, looked up at the pale
moonlight, and laughed maniacally. Then, his gaze slowly shifted to the beautiful woman sprawled on the grass.
The beautiful woman watched helplessly as her boss killed two men. Terrified and exhausted, she crawled desperately across the grass, trying to escape.
Her face was filled with panic and she screamed hysterically.
The boss, watching the woman's writhing body, felt his erection grow even stronger.
In his eyes, the woman wasn't fleeing for her life, but rather seducing him.
The boss, smug and self-satisfied, placed one hand on his hip and the other on his penis, his eyes flashing with malice as he stared at
the woman crawling on the grass. He was fixated on her swaying waist and the undulating waves of her round, fleshy buttocks.
His teeth clenched, and he made a ferocious expression.
"Run...where can you run to...in this chaotic world...a woman...can only
survive by relying on a strong man...don't you understand?"
"Ah...ah...help...don't come any closer...get away...let me go...don't touch me
..."
The leader slowly removed his armor piece by piece, leisurely watching the
woman crawling on the grass like a limping little rabbit fleeing for her life. He gritted his teeth, his face
twitching occasionally, revealing deep scars.
The cowardly woman hadn't crawled far when the leader quickly caught up, pouncing and
pinning her against the back of the woman he wanted to conquer and possess.
The man stuck out his foul tongue, licking the frightened woman's face, grabbing her
wrists above her head with one hand, and using the other to insert his penis into her buttocks, searching
for the entrance, the entrance to her body, the door he wanted to enter.
"Ah...ah...let me go...no...no...don't...ah...waaaah..."
"Struggle...keep struggling...do you even know...that your only destiny and mission
as a woman is to be with me...with strong men...to have your body fucked by them...to bear them daughters...and then teach them to serve
their fathers...is that all there is to it? Ah? Ah?"
The woman had exhausted all her strength, only able to cry incessantly, no longer able to struggle or resist. The boss was extremely
pleased that the woman had quieted down, so he could accurately find the mysterious entrance to this beauty's lower body, then insert himself
into this tender flesh, to possess, to conquer, to ravage her.
His penis aimed at the woman's soft, smooth entrance, relentlessly thrusting into her
body. The woman let out a shrill, helpless cry, but still could not awaken the boss to abandon his sinful actions.
The leader grabbed the woman's weak, struggling waist and lifted her into a kneeling position.
His large, scarred hand, missing two fingers, caressed her smooth, undulating back. With another hand, he grabbed her long,
black, cloud-like hair that reached her hips and yanked it.
The woman's face was thrown back in pain as her hair was pulled. The pale moonlight illuminated
her tear-streaked, delicate face, her phoenix eyes narrowed as she wept, still struggling to break free.
"Damn...so good...this body is better than the best...whore's...flesh...it's fucking
tender...so fresh...and smells so good!" The leader gripped her struggling waist with both hands;
it was so slender under his large hands, as if he could snap it with a single pull. Suddenly, his half-inserted member forcefully
parted her soft, white buttocks, cutting through all obstacles, and plunged deep into her body. Her slender waist trembled
violently from the stimulation.
"Ah... Waaah... Don't... No... You can't... Waaah... Waaah..." "What can't I do... I'll do whatever I want... In this world... 　　Aren't all
those emperors, generals... bandits, and mountain tyrants doing this? You keep saying they're evil and you're good... 　　They do evil... You do good... So what is good? Do you understand? Do you understand? Good is weakness and cowardice... 　　Being killed and ruled is the fate of good... Those evil people... Oh... including me... Look... 　　Aren't we living well? We have food to eat... We have drink to drink... We grab the most beautiful women to fuck 　　... Hmph... Aren't you under me right now... being fucked by my long gun on your most precious body?" 　　 "Women are just cheap...women are born to like strong men, aren't they? Hmm? Ugh...ugh... 　　damn...so good...your flesh inside is so good at squeezing...ah...ah...I'm going to cum..." 　　 Her delicate, slender waist connected to her round, upturned buttocks endured the constant thrusting and pounding of the long, 　　fleshy root. It was as if she was chasing after the man's flesh, enduring the man's attacks again and again. This attack 　　was happening both inside and outside the woman's body at the same time, bringing both humiliation and pleasure. Some women are 　　born with and enjoy a sadomasochistic mentality. Such women are often born with a seductive nature. 　　 Straight, pale legs knelt on the grass like a lamb nursing its mother, the long, fleshy root fiercely 　　thrusting between the two semi-circular buttocks, wave after wave attacking the woman's flesh. The man wanted to conquer a place inside the woman's body 　　, the cradle that nurtured him, the woman's uterus. This mysterious organ became 　　the initial cradle for nurturing and giving birth to men, and also the ultimate destination for men in their pursuit of women. Because men have an 　　innate desire to return to the place that first nurtured and gave birth to them, a place deep within the woman's body. 　　Men constantly yearn to return to this place; the uterus is the ultimate refuge in a man's heart.

The woman's lower body clung tightly to the invading, long, fleshy root, gripping it as if reluctant to let go
, squeezing it out with unwavering desire, yearning for the man to ejaculate inside her as his reward. When the man
ejaculated his hot semen into the woman's lower body, she would feel a scalding pleasure.
"Ah...ah...ah...no...can't...ejaculate...can't...inside...please..."
Two round, full breasts swayed in front of the woman kneeling on the grass, a pair of large hands grasping them,
kneading them forcefully, her serpentine waist arching and stretching in an attempt to escape, repeating over and over again.
"Ah...wow...whether I can cum inside your hole...is up to me...you have no say
...your body is my property...I can fuck you whenever I want...hard...hard...fuck
you...cum inside you...insert your flower...until it's pierced...poke into your uterus...my
home...ah...ah...I'm cumming...ah...so good..."
The boss suddenly flipped the woman's body over, turning her onto her back, his penis still inside. He leaned down and pressed down on
the woman, his strong chest rubbing hard against her pair of tender, white, and full breasts. His big mouth stuck out his smelly tongue
and licked the woman's throat. His lower body pressed hard between the woman's long legs, his buttocks muscles twitching incessantly
. Strong streams of smelly semen spurted into the woman's lower body, pounding against her flower, cumming against it.
"Oh...so good...so fucking good...what's your name?"
"Ugh...um...ah...ah...ah...Ya...ah...I...uh...uh..."
"Get me the semen you're thinking of...that's the divine water to help you procreate...use your womb
to suck me hard...suck my root...ahh...such intense pleasure...ah..."
Aya moaned tremulously, her snow-white arms tightly embracing the man on top of her. Her beautiful body trembled under his violent thrusts
, complex tears streaming down her face. She struggled to lift her slender waist, welcoming the man's fierce impact.
Aya's weak body was forced to receive the semen of the man pressing down on her. Waves of semen
reached the end of her body, pressing against her clitoris. Semen kept shooting out of the man's body, pouring into her
womb.
The extreme pleasure made the man ejaculate continuously, losing himself in the moment. The woman beneath him suddenly became passionate,
her long, white legs clamping around his waist. Her slender waist moved rhythmically, her round, pert buttocks swaying,
urging him to ejaculate again and intensifying his thrusts.
Unseen by her, her lower body was awash with fleshy folds, tightly gripping his penis.
Various barbs on her flesh scraped against his shaft. Stimulated like never before, he passionately kissed Aya
's red lips, his lower body pressing firmly against her thighs.
Aya, aroused, stroked his head, back, and buttocks with her slender hands,
savoring his scent. Her long, white legs clamped around his waist tightened, until the man
felt pain.
"Hiss...hiss...Aya...where do you get...strength...it hurts so much...oh...it feels so good
..."
Aya's expression changed completely, becoming extremely seductive and wanton. The man
continued to ejaculate inside her.
"Don't you like this... Don't you men like women who are a little slutty... Ah... It's so hot
... Ah... Your semen... It feels so good to me..."
"Ah... Oh... Your... mouth... is sucking so hard... It feels like all my semen is
going to be... sucked dry... Ah..."
"It's hot... Keep it hot... A little hotter... This isn't enough... I want more... Harder...
Yes... Hit the flower center... That's the cervix... Insert... Pound... Penetrate... Oh...
Penetrate... Inside me... Take it hard... A woman's uterus... Wants to be occupied by a man...
Isn't the uterus a man's cradle... Return to the beginning..."
The man, seeing that he was ejaculating continuously, realized something was wrong, was shocked, and tried to break free, but Aya
held him tightly, her long white legs tightly gripping his waist.
"Ah... You're a monster... Ah... You're not human... Let me go... Ah... Ah... Wow..."
"It can bring you unparalleled pleasure... And you still ask for so much... Ah... Ah... Semen... A man's semen..."
"...I want...I want more...hurry up and shoot...at me...ah..."
The man struggled for a moment before collapsing weakly onto Aya, his face filled with terror, but an
even stronger, more intense pleasure emanated from his penis. His eyes grew increasingly dim, and tears welled in his eyes.
Aya gripped the man's waist, controlling the thrusting of her lower body. The barbs on her vaginal canal
hardened, piercing deep into the man's penis. A large amount of blood was drawn into the flesh by the channels on the barbs, eventually
flowing into Aya's uterus, the deepest part of her body.
She pressed her legs down hard on the man's buttocks, cracking his pelvic bones. His penis plunged even deeper into the woman
's body, finally forcing its way through the flower bud and into the more dangerous uterus. As soon as the glans entered the uterus, the cervix
gripped the groove beneath it tightly, and sharp barbs also grew from the cervix, piercing the groove deeply as well.
As if sensing the intrusion of the man's penis, the uterus gripped the penetrating glans tightly. The soft barbs on the uterine
wall first gently scraped the sensitive glans, stimulating it to release its last drops of semen.
The man knew he was about to die, but an intense pleasure burned from his glans. His
eyes rolled back, and he trembled as he pressed himself against the frail, naked woman.
"Red heart... blue sky... a beginning of life... you, sleepless through the spring rain... are
no longer the same as before..."
The man's essence was instantly exhausted, and Aya knew it all. Her tender uterus contracted tightly
, squeezing out the man's last drops of semen. The soft barbs that had been scraping the glans hardened and plunged deep into it, like a straw,
frantically drawing out the man's semen. The woman's uterus underwent a process of constant expansion and contraction, as if
it were digesting and being filled again.
The snake's flat belly swelled and subsided intermittently, then writhed incessantly.
A long, purplish-black tongue emerged from Aya's red lips, licking through the man's smelly, disheveled hair,
then entwining with his large, foul-smelling mouth. The long, purplish-black tongue circled the man's
large tongue three times, then with immense force, severed it at the root, blood spurting out.
The long, purplish-black, seductive tongue then wrapped around the man's large tongue and pulled it into her cherry-like mouth, pursing
her sexy red lips, making soft chewing sounds as she slowly savored the man's large tongue. Aya's slanted phoenix eyes shone with a
sinister and infatuated gaze.
Electric currents crackled and hissed around Aya's body in the void, streaks of lightning
, winding and twisting like tree branches, spreading across the void, dividing it into
areas of varying sizes, then swiftly vanishing without a trace. Elsewhere, new lightning bolts were being generated, their sources constantly emerging.
"How is it...is my body beautiful...did you enjoy it...uh hahaha...but...
you can only enjoy my body once in your life...uh...ah...yaha...my whole body
is burning like fire...ah...ah...ah...oh hehe..."
Just as Aya was about to drain her boss's last drop of essence, she keenly sensed someone approaching.
She listened intently, and after a moment, a seductive smile curved her lips.
—Silang
slowly walked through the bamboo forest, scavenging some edible rations from the corpses along the way. The recent
downpour had also replenished his fluids. He carried three sheepskin water bags on his waist for emergencies, and with a forced
effort, he straightened his back.
Suddenly, he faintly heard a woman's cries for help, growing louder and louder. Silang followed the sound step by step
.
After passing through dozens of rows of bamboo groves, they finally saw a woman. She was a pitiful woman, her clothes tattered, huddled against a
large rock. Three soldiers lay dead on the ground, each with three samurai swords stuck in their bodies
. The ground was stained crimson with blood.
Shiro rushed towards the woman. She lowered her head in shame and fear, her long, flowing hair obscuring her
face, which was covered in dust. It was clear she had been violated.
"What...what happened...how did they die...you..." "Waaah...ah...waaah
...they raped me...and then, to possess me...they killed each other...waaah...so
painful...ah...ah..." Hearing this, Shiro didn't know what to do. He examined the three corpses,
then slowly pulled the heartbroken woman into his arms. The woman, as if seeing a loved one, hugged Shiro tightly and wept
bitterly, her cries as desolate as could be.
Shiro comforted the woman, gently supporting her frail shoulder with one hand and patting her back with the other.
The woman wore a tattered, pale red robe.
Aya, nestled in Shiro's arms, had her head down, her face hidden in her long, disheveled hair. But behind the hair,
her face was remarkably calm, though she could let out a heart-wrenching cry. Her straight, delicate nose constantly
sniffed Shiro's body, and she tried to press her breasts against his chest, but Shiro stopped her. Her long, red tongue licked her lips, which were dry from the man's scent. Of course, all these actions 　　were done behind the cover of
her long, flowing hair . 　　 (This man's penis... must be purer than those three's... the plan might work... hehe 　　 ... 　　 "Where is your home... I'll take you home." "Waaah... waaah... uh... my home is 　　deep in the bamboo forest... but I'm injured... I can't walk..." 　　 "In that direction... I'll carry you back... sigh... you're so pitiful..." 　　 "It's in that direction... my mother and I lived hiding in this bamboo forest... I never expected... today 　　... waaah... ah... waaah..." 　　 "Sigh... What kind of world is this... When will there be a peaceful and prosperous era... Ah..." "What is a peaceful and prosperous era 　　...?" "This... I don't know it well... I don't know many characters... I just repeat what many people say 　　... I asked them what it meant... They couldn't explain it either... They just said there wouldn't be any more wars..." 　　 The moonlight shone on the bamboo forest. Si Lang slowly carried the injured woman on 　　 his back, walking deeper into the bamboo forest. Aya lay on Si Lang's back, bouncing back and forth with his movements. This was exactly what Aya wanted 　　. She couldn't wait to have sex with this upright man, she couldn't wait for this kind man to press down on her 　　, to brutally penetrate the flesh between her spread legs, even if it penetrated her genitals and injured her 　　uterus. No, Aya was hoping for this to happen. 　　 Feeling her chest and abdomen pressed against Si Lang's back, Aya's long, white legs deliberately and shamelessly 　　clamped excessively tight around Si Lang's waist. Si Lang felt the woman's legs clamping him too tightly. He tightened his grip and mentioned it to Aya, but 　　Aya pretended to be fast asleep on Silang's back and ignored his protests. 　　 Silang figured this woman might have suffered greatly and was probably exhausted and asleep by now, so he didn't 　　bring it up again and walked steadily into the deep mountains deep within the bamboo forest. Aya's oval face pressed against Silang's 　　 back 　　 , a bewitching expression on her face. Her secret passage had already 　　secreted a little fluid again, and fearing Silang would notice, her petals suddenly closed tightly. The man adjusted his body angle so that his genitals were pressed against Shiro's waist. As Shiro 　　moved, the friction continued, causing Shiro to blush. However, thinking there was nothing he could do, 　　he continued deeper into the bamboo forest. 　　 Aya's most sensitive spot, her uterus, attracted by the man's presence, contracted violently as if alive. 　　Her phoenix eyes darted around wildly, and she suppressed the stirrings within her, her eyes gleaming with 　　a bewitching, greedy, and venomous light. 　　 (It's because of your appearance… the boss's essence hasn't been completely drained… those two, though of poor quality 　　… were also spared because of you… ah… what a pity… I originally wanted to… the three of them…)

"Come play with me... but I feel your essence is far purer than theirs...
Compared to your essence... theirs is just dog shit... oh dear... I should have met you first...
then I could have completed the task my wife assigned... and my plan could have been completed...
(It's you... it's you little rascal... arriving so late... making me accompany those three stinking dogs
... acting out such a long drama... it really exhausted me... but... I also had some fun
... acting out a drama... it's much more exciting than mating with those three stinking dogs...)"
(Lady Sisi is a thousand-year-old spider spirit... She loves toying with innocent men... slowly toying with them
to death... And... Lady Sisi is a natural actress... I'm no match for her... But
Lady Sisi seems to have some secret... as if she's planning something...) (As long as you can entangle Lady Sisi
... I can break free from her control... Then perhaps I can repay you with
a service even more pleasurable than that thousand-year-old spider spirit Lady Sisi... Don't disappoint me... I've waited for far too long... decades
... centuries... I can't even remember...) Silang carried Aya deeper into the bamboo forest, but
he didn't see that the bamboo forest behind them, illuminated by the pale moonlight, gradually became transparent and then disappeared
.
In fact, there was no bamboo forest here at all; it had never existed. This was just a desolate graveyard...

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