【Martial Arts Revenge】(4)

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Chapter Four: Drawing the Sword to Help
Besides protecting the valuables of their masters, escort agencies in the martial arts world also secretly engage in
money laundering!
In ancient times, some gold and silver were cast with specific patterns, especially official silver. After being stolen, it was difficult
to circulate in the market; a careless move could lead to disaster and even implicate one's entire family.
This is where the gray industry of escort agencies came in. Any escort agency with a reputation and influence in the martial arts world
had intricate relationships with major banks in the Song Dynasty and was proficient in various casting techniques. They could remelt official silver and
the like, erasing the patterns.
Gold and silver of dubious origin, obtained by corrupt officials and bandits, were secretly handed over to escort agencies to be melted down and recast, transformed into new
currency, and then given to banks to be converted into banknotes, thus becoming legitimate money in circulation.
Among the various escort agencies, the most successful was undoubtedly the "Zhongyuan Escort Agency." Their ancestors had been escorting goods for three generations,
forging an immense network of connections within the martial arts world. They were even rumored to have kinship ties with the "King of Money," one of the three major money houses in the Song Dynasty .
Gold and silver of dubious origin could be quickly laundered in their hands. Although their commission was high, the safety was paramount.
Legend has it that over a decade ago, Emperor Zhenzong of Song led a million-strong army to fight the Liao army in the Battle of Chanyuan. At that time, Prime Minister Kou Zhun
secretly embezzled 200,000 taels of official silver as military funds. This was laundered by Zhao Tianhao, the current owner of the "Zhongyuan Escort Agency," who
transformed 200,000 taels of silver into twenty 10,000-tael silver notes overnight.
Such swift efficiency made it seem as if he owned the money exchange, earning Zhao Tianhao the nickname
"The Silver Note Master." Afterwards, Kou Zhun gifted him a silver sword forged from mithril, naming it "Xuan Jie," the meaning of which was
beyond words.
With this divine weapon, Zhao Tianhao defeated many renowned swordsmen of the Central Plains, becoming one of the two greatest swordsmen of the North and South, alongside the "Nameless Golden Sword" of Jiangnan
, rarely suffering defeat.
But today, "The Silver Note Master" faces the most devastating defeat in over twenty years of his career, perhaps even the most devastating loss of his life. The final
defeat!
The longsword pierced the air, drawing a beautiful, solitary streak that magnified in Zhao Tianhao's eyes. Lei Wentian's deadly
attack, "Leaving No Time for the Wind to Sing," was upon him again. Having landed a blow, how could he give his opponent a chance to recover? Only by eliminating the root of the problem could he achieve
a permanent solution.
Zhao Tianhao's pupils dilated as he pressed several vital points to stop the bleeding. Although he was wounded, controlling the sword with his qi was
only half as powerful as controlling it with brute force. Although he had broken through his protective qi, the damage was not as severe as he had imagined.
"Don't come any closer! I want to fight you one-on-one!" Zhao Tianhao, having stabilized his injuries, shouted to the group of bodyguards who wanted to help him
. He vowed to personally kill this villain with his sword to avenge his grievances. The silver sword pierced the air, drawing lines like a starry river, seven stars shining together—
the famous technique "Boundless Stars"—as he went to kill his enemy.
Swords clashed, neither giving an inch. They exchanged blows, several moves in quick succession. To onlookers, it seemed like
only a few exchanges, but the deafening clash of weapons resounded incessantly, as if
hundreds of blows had already been struck.
"So powerful!" Hidden under the table, Zhao Hentian saw a different picture. The two swords moved
faster and faster, each move a masterful strike, until finally they were almost invisible, requiring considerable visual effort to follow their
movements.
Lei Wentian's swordplay grew increasingly frenzied and domineering, each move a deadly attack
, raining down on his opponent like a storm, giving him no respite.
Faced with such an onslaught, Zhao Tianhao, already badly injured, began to show signs of weakness. His swordplay became increasingly strained,
cold sweat poured from his forehead, and his breathing became increasingly difficult.
"Master Zhao, you've grown old." Seeing this, Lei Wentian pressed his advantage, slamming his blade into the ground and pushing forward with both hands. His inner
energy surged and flowed, forming a massive, invisible current that swept outwards, forcing even a master like Zhao Tianhao to
retreat repeatedly. This was Lei Wentian's unique skill, the "True Qi Absorption Divine Technique," at its peak.
The "Dual Flow of Qi - Song of Time in Chaotic Tides" technique, enhanced by the "True Qi Absorption Divine Technique," doubled in power
, creating a turbulent tornado in the air, like a raging dragon emerging from the sea, attacking the enemy and intending to pulverize them.
"Father (Husband), (Chief Escort), danger!" Everyone present was
worried for Zhao Tianhao upon witnessing this treacherous move. Even Zhao Hentian, hiding under the table, couldn't help but worry for this chivalrous hero: "Good deeds should be rewarded!"
In this life-or-death moment, Zhao Tianhao was seized by a surge of survival instinct. He forcefully enhanced his inner energy and
unleashed the strongest move of the "Seven Stars Shining Together" sword technique, "Seven Stars Gathering at the Top." Seven sword beams of different colors suddenly appeared, striking the roaring
evil dragon head-on. A series of rapid clashes erupted, creating a dazzling spectacle that chilled everyone present to the bone.
The seven sword energies pierced through the dragon's blade, breaking through the deadly attack. The sword beams and energy exploded in all directions, leaving the fragile teahouse in
ruins. The shopkeeper, hiding under the table, wept uncontrollably, secretly regretting his past misdeeds that had brought this
retribution.
Having just gained a sliver of hope, Zhao Tianhao felt utterly exhausted. Time waits for no man! Heaven was blind; a
wave of weakness washed over him, and he felt his life was nearing its end.
Lei Wentian, a top-tier expert, sensed the shift in his opponent's aura through the interaction of their energies. Seizing the opportunity, he changed his attack
, slashing horizontally and sending Zhao Tianhao flying amidst gasps. Zhao Tianhao, who hadn't parted from his silver sword "Xuan Jie" for over a decade, parried and
struck with the sharp blade aimed directly at Zhao Tianhao's neck.
As the killing blow struck, it was as if in a final burst of energy. Zhao Tianhao recalled the past, the brothers he had shared life and death with
, and finally, the little girl he had once teased. "No! For Ping'er, I'll drag this madman down with me even in death
!"
With his last breath, he formed a sword with his fingers, unleashing his final move, "Starfall Sunset," to fight to the death
. A deep red sword aura shot from between his fingers!
At such close range, Lei Wentian had no way to dodge and was pierced through the abdomen by the sword energy. He was inherently ferocious: "You old
bastard, you've run out of tricks!" Despite the pain, he maintained his momentum, still aiming straight for Zhao Tianhao's head. Zhao Tianhao was exhausted and
had no other options, just about to close his eyes and await death.
Just then, a golden sword energy shot out,
striking the blade squarely. The fierce sword energy, carrying immense force, shattered Lei Wentian's deadly attack.
Wu Tianxin, anxiously waiting, seized the opportunity to leap into the fray, taking Zhao Tianhao away. The group of bodyguards quickly
formed a human wall to protect him, making any further pursuit hopeless.
Seeing his prey escape, Lei Wentian, his anger amplified by the pain of his injuries, became increasingly frenzied. He turned to search for
the one who had attacked: "Nine Yang Divine Sword! Which blind Taoist priest dared to meddle?" His eagle eyes scanned the area but found no
trace of any Taoist. Instead, he saw the ragged youth from before, sword in hand, staring at him with a panicked expression.
Lei Wentian chuckled: "'Nine Yang Divine Sword'! One of
the five supreme techniques of the 'Nine Yang Divine Skill,' one of the ten supreme martial arts of Taoism. Kid, I misjudged you."
Upon hearing this, everyone present was shocked. The 'Nine Yang Divine Skill' was one of the ten supreme martial arts of Taoism,
its power astonishing. At its peak, it made one invincible. Countless Taoist heroes had used this divine skill to shake the martial world.
Moreover, most of those who master such skills are top leaders within the Taoist sect. This young man's mastery of the "Nine Yang Divine
Skill" signifies that he is a high-ranking disciple, a potential member of the next generation of Taoist leaders.
While his Nine Yang Skill may not yet be at its peak, making him a formidable opponent, what truly
inspires fear is the Taoist power behind him.
Although Confucianism, Taoism, and Buddhism focus on the imperial court and have little interest in the martial world, their combined power and influence far
surpasses that of any martial arts sect.
Driven by their faith, these three sects have endured for millennia, producing a constant stream of elite disciples throughout
the land. Unlike some martial arts sects, whose power, even if temporary, is based on individual prestige and quickly fades away,
these sects possess their own unified systems. Each generation produces exceptional talents who write books and create countless classic
martial arts techniques that are widely disseminated and passed down through generations. Unlike the secretive sects of the martial arts world, which hoard their skills and adhere to rigid rules,
resulting in the loss of many martial arts techniques
, the Three Religions (Confucianism, Taoism, and Buddhism) had a thousand-year-long tradition. Their influence reached its zenith, even influencing dynastic changes.
Emperor Chai Shizong of the Later Zhou Dynasty, renowned for his legendary victories, including single-handedly defeating thousands of troops and routing the Liao Dynasty, launched
the Three Exterminations of Buddhism to suppress the Three Religions,
severely damaging them. However, fate was cruel; the brilliant Emperor Chai Shizong died of illness. Immediately after his death
, the remaining forces of the Three Religions supported Zhao Kuangyin's ascension to the throne, demonstrating that even a weakened giant is still powerful.
Therefore, although Zhao Kuangyin became emperor, he remained wary of the Three Religions and relied on them to
consolidate his rule, leading him to establish the infamous "no punishment for officials" principle.
With even the court showing deference to the Three Religions, who in the martial arts world dared to provoke them? Just like the infamous Demonic
Sect of over thirty years ago, who offended Buddhism and was wiped out by the wrathful Master Shisha of Buddhism, even their leader was killed
. After that, no one in the martial world showed any respect to anyone from the three sects, fearing they might offend them.
At this moment, Lei Wentian, however, had lost all reason and angrily swung his sword at Zhao Hentian, completely forgetting the seriousness of the consequences. In
his mind, only killing this obstructive brat was enough.
The kind-hearted Zhao Hentian, seeing Zhao Tianhao in danger, couldn't help but try to save him, but unexpectedly provoked a murderous
intent. The inexperienced Zhao Hentian panicked and stammered, "A gentleman uses words, not fists! Let's talk this out!" His ten fingers
pointed wildly, and seven or eight sharp sword energies shot out like locusts towards Lei Wentian.
Lei Wentian changed his stance, swirling his blade to protect himself. A series of clanging sounds rang out as he blocked all eight sword energies. He wasn't
unscathed either; his hands were numb from the impact, and even his signature weapon had seven or eight chips.
"You brat, I'll kill you! 'Let the wind obscure the moon'!" Lei Wentian roared furiously... his rage
was uncontrollable. He shouted the name of his sword technique, unleashing several dazzling fox-like sword energies that rushed towards Zhao
Hentian. Using a strange, unpredictable movement, he appeared like a ghost to Zhao Hentian's left, slashing straight at Zhao Hentian's head.
The unpredictable swordplay terrified everyone watching. Zhao Hentian was also terrified,
unsure whether to block the approaching deadly attack from the front or the left.
Unable to bear the thought of his savior dying tragically, Zhao Tianhao forced a breath and roared, "Lei the Madman, go! If you kill him,
you'll surely die too!" But Lei Wentian, at this moment, wouldn't listen; he wouldn't rest until he'd killed this man.
With his life hanging by a thread, a move Zhao Tianhao had learned from the Daoist sect flashed through his mind. He contemplated the move, and crimson flames
ignited from his hands, pushing forward in a circle, creating a circular wall of fire in front of him, shaped like a Tai Chi symbol.
This was the "Yin-Yang Great Shift" from the Nine Yang Five Ultimate Techniques. This move was profound and mysterious, capable of absorbing and dissolving the opponent's palm strike energy
, possessing the effect of using minimal force to overcome great strength. The blade energy crashing into the fire wall vanished instantly.
Following his memory, Zhao Tianhao channeled his energy, the Tai Chi fire circle facing Lei Wentian, the absorbed blade energy shooting out like locusts.
Using the enemy's move to kill the enemy—truly profound and wondrous.
Faced with the oncoming blade attack, Lei Wentian made a surprising move, letting the blade energy slash at him, leaving him covered in
wounds, yet still charging towards Zhao Hentian.
"Ah, don't force me!" The danger was still there, and Zhao Hentian roared helplessly, unleashing
a torrent of his Nine Yang True Qi, a raging torrent that filled the entire area with intense heat. The temperature difference between inside and outside suddenly changed, and the pressure on both sides surged dramatically.
Under the immense pressure, the wooden windows of the teahouse could no longer withstand the pressure and shattered one after another. The fact that someone so young
could possess such cultivation shocked everyone present.
Zhao Hentian formed a blade with his hand, and the raging flames condensed into a giant flaming blade.
He unleashed the "Surprise Rainbow Appears" move from the "Eight Yang Blade" of the Nine Yang Five Absolutes, striking Lei Wentian's shoulder before he could even react.
A sound of bones shattering rang out, and half of Lei Wentian's upper body was broken. The intense Nine Yang True Qi invaded his body,
burning his internal organs and thinning his blood. He had already lost most of his life.
But Lei Wentian's life force was beyond imagination. Despite the devastating blow, he merely sneered, his bloodied hand gripping Zhao Hentian's
tightly. He plunged a knife into Zhao Hentian's abdomen, his voice like a demon's: "I've got you. You can't escape."
"Let me go!..." Zhao Hentian, seeing Lei Wentian's blood-soaked face like a demon, was stunned, completely unaware of
the deadly attack.
But fate intervened. Just then, a sharp sword light shot in, striking the longsword
. The immense force sent Lei Wentian flying several feet away, rolling a few times before becoming immobile. The Nine Yang Blazing Flames instantly incinerated him from the inside out, turning
him into charred remains.
Zhao Hentian regained his senses, looking at the pile of charred remains before him. He had killed someone. How painful! A perfectly healthy
person just moments ago was now a pile of charred remains, unrecognizable even to his own mother.
Although he was an utterly wicked man, how cruel! How disgusting... how terrifying... He would regret it later.
He was already heading north to find his father; how many more people would he have to kill? Suddenly, his resolute heart began to waver…
“Young hero, are you alright?”
A weak voice came at this moment. Zhao Hentian looked in the direction of the voice and saw Zhao Tianhao struggling to his feet to retrieve the silver
sword ‘Xuanjie’. He realized that the life-saving sword was his, and he was extremely grateful. He bowed and said, “Thank you, 　　 Chief
Escort Zhao, for saving my life.” Zhao Tianhao quickly helped him up, not allowing him to bow, “Young hero, you are too kind. You saved my 　　old life and helped Ping’er avenge her blood feud. We cannot repay such a great kindness. How can we accept such a gesture from you?” 　　 “That’s right! On behalf of Ping’er’s family, I thank you, young hero.” Following her husband’s lead, Wu Tianxin also stepped forward 　　and knelt down to kowtow to Zhao Hentian. In ancient times, when men were superior to women, this act of kneeling in gratitude was usually performed by the woman when the husband and wife were together 　　. 　　 Faced with an elder kneeling before him, Zhao Hentian was unwilling to accept it and hurriedly helped her up: "Madam, please don't do this 　　, you'll shorten my lifespan..." 　　 "Cough...cough..." Seeing the flustered Zhao Hentian, she was about to step forward to persuade him to accept the bow when she felt 　　a sharp pain in her internal organs, and her vision went black... 　　 "Chief Escort (Father)..." 　　 Amidst the cries of alarm, Zhao Hentian flew forward to support her, checking her breathing; she was extremely weak, presumably 　　injured in the battle. He quickly helped her sit cross-legged and began to circulate his qi to heal her. 　　 Although Xiaoyaozi was a despicable person, he was a dutiful teacher, sharing his extensive knowledge and experience in martial arts with Zhao Hentian 　　without reservation, allowing him to learn a great deal of martial arts knowledge at a young age. He emphasized 　　the importance of practicing, recovering qi, circulating qi, and healing injuries. 　　 The Nine Yang True Qi was extremely domineering and seemingly unsuitable for healing, but this was not the case. The sun is 　　the origin of all life, nourishing all living things, so the 'Nine Yang Divine Skill,' symbolizing the sun, also had gentle healing techniques. 　　 Ordinary internal injuries can usually be cured quickly, but Zhao Hentian, being a novice, only knew theory and lacked practice. He simply tried to forcefully infuse his internal energy, wasting effort circulating it throughout his body 　　. 　　Fortunately, Zhao Tianhao was awakened by the Nine Yang True Qi . 　　 "Young hero, please don't act rashly. Let me guide you." Zhao Tianhao mustered his strength and carefully guided the Nine Yang True 　　Qi to repair his internal organs. After a long period of circulating and regulating his breathing, he was finally out of danger. 　　 Zhao Hentian, panting heavily, stopped his practice and stood up, feeling utterly weak. It seemed that healing with true qi 　　was not an easy skill to master. 　　 "Young hero, you have such internal strength at such a young age. I am truly ashamed." Zhao Tianhao also stood up 　　and thanked him. 　　 Just as Zhao Hentian was about to reply, Zhao Yanling screamed loudly, "Father, Mother, come quickly! 　　Sister Ping has gone mad!" 　　 Everyone was shocked and rushed over to check. Sima Ping had been snatched away by Wu Tianxin while Zhao Tianhao and Lei Wentian were fighting 　　, and her daughter had placed her in a room behind the tea house. 　　 When everyone arrived, they saw Sima Ping, wearing only an outer garment, chasing after several male bodyguards. 　　The bodyguards avoided her like the plague, but she laughed loudly, "Don't go! I want a man! I want a man, 　　I'm so itchy..." 　　 Her voice was coquettish and incredibly lewd. As she moved her hands and feet, the wide collar revealed her bare skin, showing that she was not wearing a bra. 　　Most of her snow-white breasts were exposed. Even the men were aroused by her seductive manner, but as 　　the only daughter of the second-in-command of the escort agency, no matter how strong their desires were, they dared not, and were unwilling to, take her... 　　 Zhao Yanling chased after her from the room and, seeing her sworn sister chasing after men, her eyes filled with tears. She rushed forward and hugged her, 　　crying to her parents who had rushed over, "Father, come quickly and see what's wrong with Sister Ping?" 　　 "The scent of seductive flesh..." Zhao Tianhao stepped forward and immediately understood the reason. His face turned deathly pale. " 　　Let's take her back to her room first." After saying that, he ordered his wife and daughter to help carry Sima Ping back to her room. 　　 Zhao Hentian was kind-hearted and thought that he might have to use his internal energy to save her later. Zhao Tianhao was already seriously injured, and Wu 　　Tianxin and her daughter were women, so it was his duty to help. He also followed them into the room. 　　 The Zhao couple, who were helping to hold Sima Ping down on the bed, were taken aback when he entered. "Young hero, 　　why did you come in?" 　　 Zhao Hentian explained, "Chief镖头 Zhao, I'm young and strong, I can help heal your injuries." 　　 Zhao Tianhao thought for a moment and said, "Young hero, please promise me one thing. I know it's presumptuous, but 　　I won't implicate you or cause you any inconvenience afterward." 　　 Zhao Hentian replied without hesitation, "My mother always taught me to be a true man, and even more so, 　　a chivalrous hero who helps the weak and punishes the strong. I will help as long as it's within my power." 　　 Zhao Tianhao said somewhat awkwardly, "The matter is simple. Just wait a moment, whatever Ping'er does to you, 　　please don't hurt her. Just act on your impulses." 　　 "What?" Zhao Hentian wasn't completely clueless about boys. He had lost his virginity half a month ago, and seeing Sima 　　Ping's wanton cries of "I want a man! I want a man!" he already understood seven or eight tenths of the reason. 　　 "Let's go!" 　　 "Husband, isn't this inappropriate!" 　　 While Zhao Hentian was still in shock, Zhao Tianhao had already pulled his wife and daughter out of the room, locking the door tightly from the outside. 　　 Hearing the sound of the door locking, Zhao Hentian felt a sudden, inexplicable fear: "Chief镖头 Zhao, I'm scared..." His loud cries 　　went unanswered, but instead attracted the attention of Sima Ping behind him. She tore off her outer garment and lunged at him. 　　 "Miss... this isn't right. Unmarried men are promiscuous; it's against propriety." Zhao Hentian stammered 　　, watching her naked body lunge at him. 　　 Sima Ping pounced on him, pinning him down and straddling his waist. Fueled by the aphrodisiac, her 　　strength was immense, and Zhao Hentian couldn't break free for a moment. 　　 "Miss, this is what you did, don't blame me!" Looking at Sima Ping's delicate face, he was struck by her extraordinary 　　beauty—cheeks like spring peaches, eyes like morning stars—a rare beauty. He couldn't bear to push her away, letting 　　her do as she pleased. 　　 After gaining the upper hand, Sima Ping tore off Zhao Hentian's clothes with both hands, leaving him completely naked like herself. 　　Despite Zhao Hentian's somewhat frail appearance, his muscles were exceptionally well-developed under the strange arts of the Daoist sect, and he exuded astonishing 　　masculine charm when he exerted his strength.

"Miss Sima, please don't do this!... Mmm..." Before Zhao Hentian could protest, she forcefully
kissed him. Of course, this was exactly what he wanted. Such good fortune was something others could only dream of. Encountering such a passionate and
beautiful woman, anyone would feel overwhelmed. Sima Ping's tongue skillfully pried open his lips and teeth,
entering his mouth and teasing him with her soft, moist tongue.
Sima Ping smelled his masculine scent, feeling intoxicated and her desire burning even brighter. Her small hand quickly reached towards Zhao Hentian's
crotch, grabbing a magnificent, enormous, and intensely hot penis. She raised her head and moaned softly, "So big...
"
Sima Ping was stunned for a moment, then guided the magnificent penis to her vulva. The hot glans pressed against her tender labia, and
with a gritted teeth, she sat down hard. The large glans forced open her closed labia, and with the help of her love juices, it plunged
deep into her body, swallowing the entire penis.
Zhao Hentian felt himself enter a warm, soft, and extremely narrow place. Layers of tender flesh constantly rubbed and
melted against his penis, and the head of his penis was gently sucked by a small mouth against a patch of tender flesh. Waves of tingling and numb sensations
surged up, and the intense pleasure almost made him suffocate!
Zhao Hentian couldn't help but shout, "You're so tight inside! It feels so good!" He remembered
how tight her vagina was in the hall when Lei Wentian had told him; it was indeed true.
Sima Ping cried out in anguish, "It hurts so much..." Tears streamed down her face. Although she had been raped and trained by Lei Wentian in the past
, and his penis was large, it was nothing compared to Zhao Hentian's enormous member.
Now, she felt that the penis inside her vagina was like a red-hot iron rod, scorching
every inch of her vagina, the pain almost making her cry. Unfortunately, the aphrodisiac was too potent.
"Mmm...it really hurts inside, help me..." she said, struggling to lift her shapely buttocks, the penis inch by inch
leaving her vagina, then suddenly sitting down, the penis thrusting deep inside, touching her clitoris: "Ah...mmm
...so deep!"
Under the influence of the drug, she used her waist to thrust, her buttocks rising and falling, manipulating the penis. Her vagina was stretched wide,
the penis disappearing and reappearing. The abundant love juice gushed out continuously,
wetting both of their lower bodies along the penis, even their pubic hair glistening with moisture. The intense pleasure made both of them unable to help but breathe
heavily!
Zhao Hentian watched as Sima Ping sat on him faster and faster, manipulating him more and more vigorously, her two breasts heaving violently.
The two bells on her breasts had been removed by Wu Tianxin and her daughter earlier, leaving only two mounds of white flesh, dazzling to the eye
. He couldn't help but reach out and grab them in his hands to play with them.
Sima Ping's skin was unexpectedly smooth and slippery; it slipped right through his fingers as soon as he grasped it—it was so slippery
! Undeterred, he grabbed again with both hands, this time prepared. He skillfully pressed her breasts tightly
in his hands, manipulating them and changing their shapes.
Looking at their joined bodies, he saw the enormous penis being constantly swallowed and thrust into. The penis was so large that
it felt like a small shoe had suddenly slipped into a large foot, stretching the vagina completely. With each thrust, the penis
pulled the labia majora and minora out, exposing the soft pink flesh. As it entered, it pulled the labia back in, rubbing the flowing love juice
into frothy patches that covered the penis.
Seeing this lewd scene, Zhao Hentian's face flushed with excitement, and he couldn't help but thrust his hips to meet her. With this perfect coordination
, as Sima Ping lifted her shapely buttocks, Zhao Hentian also pulled back down. As she sat down, he thrust upwards forcefully,
his glans slamming hard against her clitoris. The already intense pleasure intensified several levels. "Good man...
Master... You've hit it... Don't be too hard, you'll penetrate... Ahh..."
Her coquettish moans sent shivers down Zhao Hentian's spine. His eyes were fixed on their joined bodies,
his hips thrusting faster and faster, the force of his penis increasing. Each time, his large glans hit Sima
Ping's clitoris, kneading it and using his own heat to make Sima Ping tremble and scream. Then he would withdraw, leaving
only the glans inside her vagina, repeating this hundreds of times.
Sima Ping, relying on her long-practiced martial arts skills, could withstand Zhao Hentian's vigorous thrusting, her body swaying like waves,
her hair flying wildly, and her fragrant sweat dripping down. The sounds of their intercourse, "plop, plop,"
blended with their moans in the room, creating a beautiful, heavenly melody.
Although Zhao Hentian was a disciple of the Dao of Lust, the Dao had never taught him any erotic techniques. Even when he
had lost his virginity with Cui Ping, he could only rely on instinct, thrusting wildly like a storm. Coupled with his profound cultivation, this made
him even more ferocious, something an ordinary woman would find difficult to handle.
"Faster, faster, faster..." But Sima Ping had been trained by Lei Wentian for a year and was very used to
this kind of thing. If it were a gentle, slow approach, she would be unhappy! Now, being fucked so wildly by the man, her pleasure kept rising
. Her mouth was wide open as she gasped for breath, and saliva involuntarily dripped from the corner of her mouth.
With dozens of thrusts into her flower core, penetrating the deepest recesses of her womb, a place no one had ever reached before, the enormous glans tirelessly pounded against
her cervix. Finally, amidst Sima Ping's moans, the massive glans plunged straight into her uterus. Both of them uttered a single
cry: "Ah..."
Sima Ping, like a small animal, repeatedly rose and fell, saliva dripping from the corners of her mouth, her whole body trembling uncontrollably,
reaching her first orgasm. A gush of vaginal fluid shot out from her uterus, spilling onto the ground as Zhao Hentian thrust in and out.
Zhao Hentian, also aroused by the frenzied state of her orgasm, thrust his penis wildly, the point where they were joined colliding
slightly red, even pushing back the vaginal fluid that Sima Ping had ejaculated. After dozens of fierce thrusts, he also reached his peak,
his glans tingling with extreme numbness. He thrust hard into her uterus, a gush of yang fluid gushing out.
"I'm going to die, ah..." Sima Ping, in the throes of orgasm, rolled her beautiful eyes back and let out a sharp scream,
a sound as loud as the lion's roar of a Buddhist monk!
After the climax, Zhao Hentian held Sima Ping tightly, savoring the remaining pleasure. However, the woman in his arms twisted
her body, crying, "I want more... I want your penis..."

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