【The Fallen Valkyrie】(2)

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I remember it was a dream, a dream far too vivid.
"Knock, knock, knock."
Endless smoke filled the air, obscuring even the view five feet away. A tall, athletic
woman with her long hair piled high walked down the street. Her full, round breasts nearly burst out of her simple yellow t-shirt,
revealing glimpses of her rosy areolas and nipples through the fabric. Her flawlessly curved legs, exposed from her hot pants,
gleamed under flesh-colored stockings. Red high heels perfectly encased her feet
. The black-rimmed glasses she wore, and the gentle yet intelligent gaze in her eyes, revealed a woman
of high education and intellectual beauty.
"This...is...the true form I've longed for..."
Her delicate, crimson lips uttered alluring words, and her mind involuntarily conjured up
all her memories and past—
Lin Qiuyue, a resident of Xuanwu City in the Asian Alliance, at the tender age of thirty, with exceptionally outstanding research achievements,
became a university
professor at Xuanwu University in the Asian Alliance, a position earned through exceptional admission amidst the envy and jealousy of countless scholars. She possessed a stunningly beautiful face, an intelligent and gentle smile, and an
elegant and composed demeanor. Her groundbreaking research published in international journals made her
the object of fervent admiration from local journalists and students. Furthermore, her methodical and patient teaching style
earned her several consecutive Asian Alliance Excellent Teacher Awards, making her a well-known figure in Xuanwu City and even the entire Asian Alliance
.
Such a life should have been flawless. However, no one could have imagined that within Lin Qiuyue
's elegant figure lay a wildly insane and unknown lewd thought.
(I want...)
(I really want... ah... my nipples... so... hard...)
(I really want... everyone... to play with my... wanton... nipples...)
Her once full breasts, tightly covered by her teacher's uniform, were now only lightly
covered by a thin t-shirt. Judging from the obvious protrusion, she wasn't even wearing a bra.
From being a top student in school to now being a new professor at a prestigious university, the gazes and pressure from others
had accumulated countless negative emotions and absurd desires within Lin Qiuyue, finally causing her
to completely erupt on this day!
(I want... others to know... what a lewd body I possess... ah...)
Her gaze fell upon the astonished old beggar watching from a secluded corner. Elegantly treading her red
high heels, she observed the filthy odor emanating from the beggar and the foul stench clinging to his clothes. Her desire grew
stronger, and she forcefully ripped open the round neck of his t-shirt, revealing breathtakingly large breasts. The two nipples,
partially concealed by the torn yellow fabric, only added to the alluring temptation.
"Hehe... want to lick... want to touch..."
she licked her sexy lips, forcefully pushing her large breasts into a deep, enticing cleavage, and
spoke seductively to the dumbfounded old beggar before her.
"I... ah... oh..."
The old man uttered incoherent roars with difficulty. His long-dormant
lust, weakened by age, flared up again under the youthful teasing of the sexy woman before him. His withered, trembling hands hesitantly caressed
two unexpectedly beautiful, full mounds. The fragrant scent of her breasts and the smooth skin of her body,
contrasting sharply with the old man's decaying, aged hands, created a stark contrast that simultaneously
amplified the pleasure for both men of such different social standing.
"Ah..."
Her virgin breasts, never before violated by a strange man, were being kneaded and manipulated at will by the dying old man's thin hands. Waves
of shivers and a sense of taboo washed over her, bringing an intensely tingling pleasure. When the old man's
fingers forcefully pinched her two sacred nipples, her erect, tender, and firm nipples instantly
gushed forth a large amount of milk.
"Ah...ha...ha..."
(Not...not enough...I...want more...more!)
Craving even more pleasure, "she" fixed her gaze on the old man's already bulging crotch. A delicate
pink flush rose on her beautiful face. Her small tongue licked her lips again and again, her hands slowly reaching towards the old man's crotch
. "She"...was about to offer her precious virginity...to—
(See...this...is my...true form...)
**********
...
(!!!!!!!!!!!!)
Startled awake from her dream, Feng Yazhi sprang to her feet. Her seemingly delicate middle and index fingers formed a sword-like
gesture, her martial arts instincts allowing her to be on alert even before she was fully conscious.
Only after regaining her footing did Feng Yazhi remember that she had fallen asleep while reading in her study. It seemed
the sound of the book falling from her lap before she drifted off had jolted her awake.
(Fell asleep again. Lately… I seem to be really too tired…)
The usually extremely disciplined Feng Yazhi shook her head and smiled wryly. For the past few weeks, she seemed to have been
falling asleep while reading without realizing it, which was hardly a good habit for someone as diligent as her.
Bending down to pick up the thick, heavy book that had fallen to the floor, Feng Yazhi looked at the large, bright green title—
"Top Secret Files of Modern Women"—and couldn't help but recall how she had come to read this book.
Originally, from any perspective, there would have been almost no way I would have read such
frivolous books that wouldn't help my career or martial arts skills. But three months ago,
after attending Sun Xiujia's "Women's Autonomy" program for the first time, I had a very pleasant conversation with her backstage, and we even felt like old friends.
I was moved by a book she gave me and a statement she made:
"Ms. Feng, this is a collection of writings I've gathered about the 'true attitude' of modern independent women;
perhaps it can be helpful to you..."
"True... posture..."
Feng Yazhi murmured to herself. A thoughtful expression appeared on her flawless, exquisite face. When Sun Xiujia mentioned
"true posture," for some reason, a hazy feeling flashed through her mind, making her feel very concerned
, as if it were something extremely important to her. Therefore,
after politely accepting the book Sun Xiujia had given her with a smile, the two verbally agreed to meet again in the future.
Although Feng Yazhi's schedule was very busy, in her spare time, for reasons
and motivations she herself didn't know, she gradually finished reading the book given to her by Sun Xiujia. This book recorded
the extraordinary deeds of many women in the Asian Alliance over the past century—
women who gave up promising careers to travel and live a carefree life;
compassionate women who dedicated their lives to society for the suffering poor;
outspoken women who spoke without restraint, offending countless powerful figures; and
open-minded women with stunning beauty who married dozens of wives.
Sun Xiujia's very thick book meticulously recorded the behaviors of many extraordinary women. For
Feng Yazhi, who usually focused on the family business, this was a refreshing experience, as these were
things and histories she usually had neither the time nor the energy to explore.
(It seems… I was thinking too superficially. Many women, even those who seem ordinary and unremarkable,
radiate their own unique brilliance without my knowledge…)
Feng Yazhi thought to herself. As one of the world's most recognized outstanding women, she
was extremely confident in her abilities and talents. Therefore, she was particularly intolerant of the patriarchal concepts that still existed in society.
While reading this book, she felt the silent persistence and protest of many women,
which was very pleasing to Feng Yazhi, a supporter of women's autonomy.
(But…)
Feng Yazhi smiled shyly and turned to the thickest chapter in the middle—
"The Chapter on Sex"—which described many extraordinary women who championed the liberation of their sexuality. There's the "Stocking Queen," who loves stockings and has
captivated thousands of men with her beautiful legs; the "Nude Artist,"
who enjoys exposing her body and advocates for human body art; the "Queen of Desire," who claims to have had intercourse with millions of men and is passionate about sex… and so on.
These women, whom Feng Yazhi usually looked down upon, even considering them as lowly as prostitutes,
gradually changed her perspective after reading the first chapters of the book.
(After all, they are also strong women who uphold their beliefs…including Lin Qiuyue…)
Feng Yazhi thought silently. These women in the book are all real people, many of whom
caused a huge uproar throughout the Asian Alliance. Especially Lin Qiuyue, a prominent figure twenty years before Feng Yazhi was even born,
a famous and beautiful professor at Xuanwu University, pursued by countless wealthy men and celebrities. Such a perfect status and
position, yet she was intoxicated by engaging in breast sex with numerous beggars in the slums!
Feng Yazhi even remembered that after she specifically dug out that old news article, the photos showed
the paparazzi catching them in the act of lovemaking, Lin Qiuyue's bare upper body, her voluptuous, snow-white breasts, and the
unsatisfied, yearning expression on her face—all of which showed how she had been immersed in the pleasure of breast play at the time.
(Breast play, is it really that comfortable...? Ah!?)
Feng Yazhi blushed as she looked at her hands. While recalling Lin Qiuyue's deeds, her hands unconsciously
caressed her full, sensitive, snow-white breasts. The two nipples, just like Lin Qiuyue in her dreams
, stood high within the expensive fabric. Feng Yazhi wasn't even wearing a bra!
(Sigh, Wan Shuang, really…)
Looking at her beautiful nipples, which were barely visible, Feng Ya Zi shook her head and smiled bitterly.
Hu Wan Shuang, who lived with her, had secretly taken Feng Ya Zi
's simple underwear from her wardrobe one afternoon last month while she was away handling some business. She burned it to ashes in the incinerator next to the garden and replaced it with a large amount of extremely sexy and
alluring lace underwear and thongs.
When Feng Ya Zi returned home and discovered the absurdity, she blushed and
scolded Hu Wan Shuang for the ashes of the underwear. Wan Shuang, however, retorted confidently,
"Sister Ya Zi, your outfit is too simple and boring! A woman's body is her greatest gift; how
can she not dress up nicely? Besides, Brother Wu Dao will like it too."
Hearing Wan Shuang's explanation, she helplessly ruffled Wan Shuang's silver hair and gave up. Indeed, her fiancé
had hinted, intentionally or unintentionally, that he hoped she would wear more revealing clothes, but she always refused
. Now, thinking about it, she and Wudao were about to get married, and perhaps it really was time for a change…
Even Feng Yazhi herself didn't know why, as if a door had been opened in her heart. After that day,
she, who usually disliked dressing up, began to try to imitate the beautiful
outfits described in books, using the sexy lingerie that Hu Wanshuang had changed into.
Feng Yazhi still remembered the first time she tried wearing a black thong last month, feeling the thin
fabric rubbing against her snow-white thighs, finally clinging tightly to her buttocks, as if merging with her private parts.
The pleasure made Feng Yazhi involuntarily let out a soft "ah." That
feeling of pleasure, as if it were constantly rubbing and caressing her genitals, was so…so unforgettable.
Many things, once done for a long time, become commonplace. Feng Yazhi could still clearly feel
the black thong she wore between her legs, its subtle friction a silent, tangled pleasure that proclaimed its presence.
Then, in the past few days, when she came across information about Lin Qiuyue in a book, a bold, never-before
-thought-of, astonishing idea seemed to spring naturally into her mind. She…didn't seem to have ever tried
not wearing underwear.
(Too…too embarrassing…but…it feels cool…it's actually kind of comfortable…) After taking off her underwear, leaving only a thin white shirt, Feng Yazhi, her face flushed, 　　could even clearly feel the tingling sensation of her hard, sensitive nipples rubbing against the fabric, thanks to the powerful control
a martial artist has over their body 　　. And under the light, the pure white shirt, even to a person with slightly better eyesight, was clearly visible…

Seeing the pink areolas, Feng Yazhi thought about how her sexy body was now so exposed, and
a shivering, tingling pleasure surged through her mind.
(No wonder... the ancients were so fascinated... indeed... there's a reason...)
Feng Yazhi swayed her hips, circling the room with a seductive gait, her hands intentionally or unintentionally
touching and highlighting her full, stunningly white breasts. Without underwear, only an outer garment covering them,
the undulating waves of her breasts, faintly visible as she walked, possessed a different kind of allure than being naked
. Feng Yazhi felt her lower body already overflowing with desire, her two cherry-like breasts
trembling slightly, as if yearning for a man's gentle caress.
Even Feng Yazhi was unaware that, under the control of the triangular chip deeply embedded in the back of her brain, her current
posture bore a striking resemblance to the expressions and 　　 demeanor of 　　 Lin Qiuyue, whom she had been reading about these past few days…
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... 　　 (Logical correction forces her to forget the abnormality in her body, adjusting her pleasure... maintaining a pleasure 　　level of 3 to 5...) 　　 While Feng Yazhi is reading "Top Secret Files of Modern Women," slowly and subtly influenced, in the 　　Joyful Cult base in Suzaku City, which Feng Yazhi believes has been destroyed, the "Satanic Witch" Nalia, who has allied with the Canglang family, is 　　intently observing the brainwave patterns displayed on the computer screen, her hands tirelessly typing on the keyboard. 　　Meanwhile, in the distance, the triangular chip implanted in Feng Yazhi 　　 's brain is constantly fine-tuning her physical and mental state. The triangular chip implanted in the back of Feng Yazhi's head has the brainwashing ability to influence the implantee's thinking. However, because Li 　　Feng insists on not destroying Feng Yazhi's original personality, the originally easy brainwashing plan has become extremely difficult. 　　As an extremely excellent martial artist, Feng Yazhi possesses unwavering physical and mental fortitude, coupled with her exceptionally intelligent logic 　　and intellect. A slight misstep could easily reveal the gradual changes in her mind and body to her. 　　 Since the implantation of the triangular chip, except for Feng Yazhi's sleeping time, Nalia has 　　been almost constantly by the computer, watching the live feed transmitted by Hu Wanshuang, comparing it with the brainwaves on the screen, 　　and issuing complex commands and subtle adjustments to the triangular chip in Feng Yazhi's brain. 　　 This high level of concentration and meticulous micro-management skills 　　could only be sustained for such a long time by someone like Nalia, a master of brainwashing techniques and a top-tier expert. However, at this moment, her 　　exhausted expression, unable to breathe smoothly, and her occasionally trembling hands, revealed the 　　immense effort she had expended in her "succubus" brainwashing plan for Feng Yazhi. 　　 Of course, this enormous physical and mental exertion had also yielded extremely rich rewards—to this moment, 　　Feng Yazhi, the third-ranked "Vermilion Bird Valkyrie" in Asia, remained completely unaware of the problem within her. Looking at 　　Feng Yazhi 　　 on the screen, her face flushed with desire, increasingly intoxicated by her own wanton body, Nalia couldn't help but smile with extreme satisfaction. 　　 (This might be... the most exquisite work of art I've ever created... Ah... my time is running out... 　　 at least... before I die...) 　　 Nalia's eyes gleamed with a martyr-like resolve, yet within that resolve 　　lay an unspeakable madness and lust. Under her gaze, Feng Yazhi's slender body on the screen seemed to 　　have become, in her heart, the ultimate work of art. 　　 (It's time to move on to the next step... Hehe, Miss Feng Yazhi, I really look forward to your next " 　　 posture 　　 " 　　. 　　 ) 　　********** 　　 ... Her mind, distorted by the triangular chip, made her 　　unusually oblivious to her recent indulgence in physical desire. In less than a minute, she quickly straightened her clothes 　　and appearance, then said in a pleasant tone, 　　 "Uncle Feng, the door isn't locked, please come in." 　　 "Excuse me." 　　 The one who opened the door and entered was none other than Feng Yi, the elder steward of the Vermilion Bird family. He was dressed in a very standard and solemn 　　black steward's uniform. He bowed to Feng Yazhi and said, 　　 "Chief, I... uh..." 　　 However, when he was about to look up halfway through his sentence, he suddenly froze. Because the previous head of the Vermilion Bird family was busy with 　　affairs, he had played a fatherly role in Feng Yazhi's upbringing. He had 　　raised Feng Yazhi with the love and care he had shown to his own daughter. And now, as Feng Yazhi, she had also become 　　the head of the Vermilion Bird family whom he wholeheartedly submitted to. But at this moment, a 　　vibrant blush , unlike anything Feng Yi had ever seen, suddenly appeared on Feng Yazhi's face , making her already stunning beauty even more radiant and incomparably beautiful. Even 　　Feng Yi, who knew her very well, was stunned, only fully recovering after two or three seconds. He coughed a few times to cover his embarrassment and 　　said in an unnatural tone, 　　 "Excuse me, is the leader unwell? Should I call a doctor?" 　　 "Ah... Uncle Feng, it's alright. I just received Wudao's letter and was just feeling a bit emotional." 　　 Almost at the same time as Feng Yi recovered, Feng Yazhi also instantly snapped back to reality. 　　She remembered that the study door was completely unlocked when Feng Yi opened it. She had just been masturbating in the study, touching her breasts. Fortunately, 　　Feng Yi was very respectful and insisted on knocking before entering. However, given Feng 　　Yazhi's preference for simplicity, the servants who cleaned and served her could quietly enter the study to 　　do chores while she was engrossed in reading. Among these servants were even young men her own age. 　　 In other words, just as she was becoming engrossed in caressing her breasts, a careless move could have led to an incident in the study.

A man entered and stumbled upon a sensual scene she never expected. The mere thought of possibly
letting a man other than her fiancé see her beautiful, voluptuous upper body sent a tingling, forbidden, intoxicating
pleasure surging up her spine. The erotic dream she had just had, and Lin
Qiuyue's confession recorded in the book, echoed in her mind, becoming, in that instant, her own
inner voice:
(I want…everyone…to play with my…lascivious…nipples…)
For a fleeting moment, Feng Yazhi even felt an urge to tear open her thin top, displaying her flawless breasts
to the butler who had always cherished her. But she quickly regained her senses and forcefully restrained herself.
While inwardly sweating at her absurd thoughts, Feng Yazhi was unaware that even her recent alternating moments of
intoxication and lucidity were being manipulated by an invisible hand.
**********
...

Just as Feng Yi entered, Nalia, who had learned of this through the monitor, instantly activated
the "Lin Qiuyue" thought mode recently recorded by the triangular chip in Feng Yazhi's brain. The result was unexpectedly smooth; Feng Yazhi
easily entered a hazy, hypnotic state. Had Nalia not subsequently awakened her
, Feng Yazhi would have at least a 50% chance of exposing herself to Feng Yi, caressing her voluptuous upper body.
This surprised and delighted Nalia; her earlier deduction was indeed correct. Feng Yazhi
did harbor the thought of a "second life."
Normally, this thought, under Feng Yazhi's extremely self-controlled mind, would have been completely ineffective
. However, under the influence of the triangular chip and the reading of "Top Secret Files of Modern Women" over the past few days, it was forcibly
amplified dozens of times, even becoming Feng Yazhi's true thought in an instant.
Although Nalia knew that without the forced operation of the triangular chip, this mental state, if
Feng Yazhi were to regain her autonomy, could only be maintained for less than five seconds, it
was still a huge breakthrough compared to the previous slow brainwashing progress. The reshaping of Feng Yazhi's second personality,
without Nalia's deliberate manipulation, had even reached 47%, nearly half of the brainwashing level, enough
to proceed to the next stage.
(So… now it's time 　　 for "her" to take effect.) Dressed in a 　　 standard white research uniform,
Nalia clapped her hands and laughed, like a scientist basking in the glory of her achievement 　　. Her
usual innocent smile now appeared even more seductive.
********** ... 　　 "Leader... when we broke down the door, Miss Qingyu... unexpectedly chose to 　　commit suicide by poison. Fortunately, the poisoning was recent, and we managed to save her. However, the poison was too strong, and it was 　　a neurotoxin we didn't recognize. Miss Qingyu's brain has entered a state similar to hibernation, and she may 　　not wake up anytime soon..." 　　 The butler said to Feng Yazhi with a sorrowful expression as he walked forward. 　　 Feng Yazhi nodded with a gloomy look in her eyes. Since the cracking of the Joyful Cult base in Suzaku City a few months ago, 　　they had found many confidential documents written in special codes. Feng Yazhi entrusted the task to absolutely 　　reliable specialists trained by the four great families to decipher them. A week ago, news finally came that they had cracked the code. 　　 However, Feng Yazhi preferred not to know. Because all the information and documents showed that 　　the Joyful Cult spy in the Suzaku family was her almost unknown twin sister—Feng Qingyu. 　　 Feng Qingyu—a refined and elegant woman known only to a select few even within the Vermilion Bird Clan. 　　Her low profile stems from the orders of the former patriarch, Feng Yazhi, and Feng Qingyu's father, Feng Yanzun, and the Vermilion Bird Clan's 　　extremely cruel jungle law in selecting its successor. 　　 The four great clans, having controlled the Asian Alliance for millennia with a continuous stream of talented individuals, naturally possess 　　specialized methods for cultivating talent. The Vermilion Bird Clan's method of selecting talent and leaders is precisely this ruthless 　　law of the jungle: after each successor grows up and matures, they are subjected 　　to mutual slaughter using any means and schemes, without harming the Vermilion Bird Clan. Only one person per generation can survive 　　to inherit the position of patriarch, and Feng Yazhi is the victor of this generation. 　　 Many ordinary people in the Asian Alliance, or their admirers, believe that 　　Feng Yazhi is the only daughter of the former Vermilion Bird Clan patriarch, Feng Yanzun. However, in reality, besides her twin sister 　　Feng Qingyu, Feng Yazhi had sixteen half-siblings. Some of these siblings were 　　killed by her own hands, while others were killed by her other siblings, leaving only herself and… Feng Qingyu. Feng 　　Yazhi remembered that rainy night when her older sister, who looked almost exactly like her, lovingly 　　stroked her wet hair, begging her to kill her. 　　 “Yazhi, I’m not like you. You are the most suitable heir to the Vermilion Bird Clan. Come on, 　　kill your sister.” 　　 “No, I absolutely won’t!” 　　 Afterwards, thanks to Feng Yazhi’s efforts, Feng Qingyu was exceptionally spared. The reason seemed perfectly normal on the surface 　　: because they were twins, her stunning beauty and slender figure, which were eight or nine-tenths similar to Feng Yazhi’s, were slightly inferior to hers.

For Feng Yazhi, her mastery of martial arts was the perfect "shadow warrior." However, Feng Yazhi knew that
her sister Feng Qingyu survived only because of a near-breakup with her father, Feng Yanzun.
For reasons known only to her and her father, Feng Yanzun compromised, but at the cost of erasing
all of Feng Qingyu's identity and information, ensuring she would forever live as Feng Yazhi's "shadow warrior." Even within the current Vermilion Bird
Clan, including Feng Yazhi and the old steward Feng Yi who had cared for both of them since childhood,
no more than five people knew Feng Qingyu's true identity—all highly influential figures within the Vermilion Bird Clan.
For the sentimental Feng Yazhi, perhaps due to
the guilt of inheriting the Vermilion Bird Clan's headship with the blood of her siblings stained her hands, her sisterly bond with Feng Qingyu became even stronger afterward. Although Feng Qingyu's
identity was erased, she could still wield some power within the Vermilion Bird Clan in Feng Yazhi's name. Feng Ya
Zi even considered publicly revealing her identity as her older sister, but was refused by Feng Qing Yu.
Because of the bond of blood and kinship, Feng Ya Zi never imagined that her only sister in the world,
Feng Qing Yu, would be a spy for the Joyful Cult and an inside agent for the Cang Lang family.
"We've arrived, leader."
As Feng Ya Zi reminisced about the past, the voice of her butler, Feng Yi, reached her ears. She had arrived at her destination—
the Vermilion Bird family's private underground medical room. The Vermilion Bird family controlled most of the medical technology in the Asian Alliance, and
the medical room built in Feng Ya Zi's home was equipped with
the most advanced equipment and doctors in Asia, even the world. However, they seemed helpless against the stunningly beautiful woman sleeping peacefully in the center of the medical room.
The woman's appearance, except for minor details, was almost 90% similar to Feng Ya Zi's.
Wearing a white hospital gown, she slept peacefully on the bed, like Sleeping Beauty from a fairy tale.
Feng Yazhi calmly looked at her elder sister, who shared the same bloodline, while listening to
the report from her capable subordinate, Feng Xiang, a member of the Vermilion Bird Clan who knew Feng Qingyu's true identity.
"The ingredients of the medication she took are unknown… It may take another month to analyze the components. Furthermore,
I discovered that Miss Qingyu… seems to be under brainwashing control."
"Brainwashing… What do you mean?"
Feng Yazhi frowned at the words that caught her attention and turned to Feng Xiang, who was reporting
.
"Leader, this is what the doctor found during Miss Qingyu's examination… Please take a look."
Hearing Feng Yazhi's question, Feng Xiang walked to the bedside and gently pulled open
Feng Qingyu's upper hospital gown with his right hand, clad in a white medical glove, revealing her full breasts. On the smooth skin of her left breast,
a blue wolf's head pattern appeared,
trembling seemingly with life with Feng Qingyu's steady breathing.
"How could this be..."
Feng Yazhi exclaimed, her eyes narrowing slightly. She was familiar with the wolf head emblem—it was the exclusive
symbol of the Canglang family.
"According to the classified data we've deciphered, Miss Feng Qingyu is very likely the
'slut' that the Huanxi Sect has been promoting in recent years—Experiment Subject No. 0..."
"Uh..."
A wave of dizziness washed over her. Feng Yazhi naturally knew what "slut" meant—a stunningly
beautiful sex slave brainwashed and transformed by the Huanxi Sect, completely devoted to them. In the top-secret files collected by the Zhuque family, Feng Yazhi saw many
photos of beautiful girls who had been carefully trained by the Huanxi Sect and were intoxicated by sexual desire. Each of them had a
happy and fulfilling expression on their face, not at all like victims who had been forced or captured. Now, even her own sister
... A strange emotion, almost like anger, suddenly surged up.
"Bang!"
Feng Yazhi slammed her hand on the pure white tile wall, the force so great that it even cracked the wall
slightly. Her usually elegant and beautiful face could no longer conceal her anger. She said in a deep voice,
"The Joyful Cult...unforgivable..."
Under Feng Yazhi's rage, the atmosphere in the medical room froze, and for a moment, there was complete silence.
After a while, just as Feng Yazhi's mood gradually calmed down, she turned to her subordinates to speak, only to be shocked
to find them and the butler looking at her with strange, silent eyes.
(What's going on, ah... ah!)
After a moment's thought, Feng Yazhi realized that, without realizing it, she wasn't wearing a bra. Due to sweat, her
full upper body was barely concealed by her thin clothes, and her two rosy nipples, like delicate cherries, stood out and trembled
, making the two men in front of her stare intently.
However, upon understanding what had happened, Feng Yazhi's immediate emotion
wasn't anger or embarrassment, but rather an instinctive joy at the men admiring her beautiful body. Feng Yazhi even
felt her sensitive body instantly heat up again, and the friction between her genitals and the thin string of her thong sent
a slightly damp, cool sensation through her. This feeling appeared quickly and ended just as fast; less than a second later,
Feng Yazhi's true emotions—shame and annoyance—rapidly filled her heart.
"Hmph!"
In extreme embarrassment and shame, Feng Yazhi let out a forceful hum,
completely snapping the two distracted men back to reality. The butler and subordinate, realizing their lapse in composure, quickly apologized to Feng Yazhi. However, Feng Yazhi, her face frosty, knew that although she felt embarrassed, she… felt no anger whatsoever. It was as if having 　　her body seen
by men was a source of immense joy. 　　 (This is...my...true...state.) 　　 A familiar phrase suddenly flashed through her mind, 　　vanishing in an instant before Feng Yazhi could react. 　　 (What...is it...?) 　　 That strange feeling disappeared very quickly, and when Feng Yazhi came to her senses again, she only heard Feng Xiang's respectful 　　report. 　　 Although she felt vaguely uneasy about her current mental state, the confidential information uttered by her subordinate 　　made Feng Yazhi no longer care about her own situation.

"What! Feng Xiang... what you said... is it true!"
Even the usually calm and collected Feng Yazhi couldn't help but turn pale and call out her subordinate's name
. Her usually well-hidden aura of power was now fully revealed. This was because what Feng Xiang said
was simply too terrifying.
"This subordinate would never dare to lie a single word. This information was
collected and analyzed from the Joyful Cult base and Miss Feng's room. According to the intelligence unit's estimate, its authenticity... is at least 90%..."
Standing before Feng Yazhi, Feng Xiang spoke fearfully under her powerful pressure. As Feng Yazhi
's capable subordinate, he naturally knew very well just how shocking and terrifying the inside story he was about to reveal was
.
"I didn't expect... things to become so complicated..."
Feng Yazhi pressed her forehead, a sense of exhaustion washing over her. Three years ago, apart from
Hu Ba, the former head of the White Tiger family who died before Hu Wanshuang was born ,
the former heads of the other three of the four great families—Azure Dragon, Vermilion Bird, and Black Tortoise—all died around the same time.
This caused a huge shock in the Asian Alliance at the time. Conspiracy theories, assassination attempts, and all sorts of rumors
emerged and spread. Many even believed that the four great families would inevitably decline, and that
it might even lead to a major reshuffling of power in the Asian Alliance.
However, the sudden emergence of "Azure Dragon Fist Saint" Long Wudao, with his personal charisma, led
the new generation of the four great families, including Feng Yazhi, Hu Wanshuang, and Xuan Ningfei, to defeat the opposing forces led by the Canglang family, turning
the tide and even raising the prestige of the four great families to a new peak.
However, although the four great families still seem to retain their former power and glory, Feng Yazhi knows that
the events of three years ago have left irreparable scars. In the
brutal years between the death of the former family head and the rise of Long Wudao, countless hostile forces infiltrated and eroded the territories of the four great families
. Many officials and political figures who were originally on good terms with the four great families gradually became estranged from them until
now.
But Feng Yazhi never imagined that things would deteriorate to this extent in secret. From
the information Feng Xiang provided, the Canglang family had integrated over 90% of the political and
economic power of the Asian Alliance, excluding the four great families. Furthermore, the secrets found in Feng Qingyu's room suggested that
many high-ranking members of the four great families had defected to the Canglang family. Looking at the documents Feng Xiang handed her, containing
the suspected spies and traitors identified by the Zhuque family's intelligence organization, Feng Yazhi felt an extreme headache coming on.
More importantly, Long Wudao, the "Azure Dragon Fist Saint," a core figure of the four great families, is currently guarding the border.
Just two days ago, Feng Yazhi received news that a large monster tribe had been discovered by the troops stationed there, and
Long Wudao was leading his army to suppress it. It might be a month or two before he could contact Feng Yazhi again.
Meanwhile, Xuan Ningfei, the "Black Tortoise Fairy," is currently a guest in the Vatican in Europe, discussing
diplomatic matters concerning the Eurasian Alliance with Pope Benedict XVIII, the strongest man in Europe with whom the Black Tortoise family has close ties. Although
she can still contact Xuan Ningfei and believes she won't leak this extremely important matter, there
's still a considerable chance that it might be overheard by the unfathomable Benedict XVIII, whom she and Long Wudao fear most. Feng
Yazhi sighed, knowing she couldn't risk informing Xuan Ningfei.
(So, only herself… and Wan Shuang remain.)
Feng Yazhi thought with a frown. At this juncture, only she and Hu Wanshuang remained in the Asian Alliance
, raising suspicions that someone had deliberately orchestrated this. Furthermore, data from her subordinates suggested that
the Canglang family was about to incite opposition, launching a planned counterattack and provocation against the four great families.
Under these circumstances, she had to devote all her energy to being cautious.
(First, she needed to ascertain how many high-ranking traitors within the four great families there were, besides the brainwashed Qingyu sister.
)
Internal strife first, then external threats. Understanding this principle, Feng Yazhi began to consider potential
traitors within the four great families. Excluding herself and Hu Wanshuang, who were highly unlikely, a dozen or so names flashed through her mind.
However, she shook her head and sighed. Without concrete evidence, rash action would only give the enemy
an opportunity. Therefore, the best approach was…
“Feng Xiang, have you heard anything about Li Feng’s movements these past few days?”
A vague inspiration flashed through Feng Yazhi’s mind, and she suddenly asked her subordinate.
"Yes, because Lord Qinglong has been leading troops to suppress the demonic beasts these past few days,
Li Feng departed two days ago to guard the border in order to fill the defensive gap caused by his expedition,"
the subordinate named Feng Xiang truthfully reported the information he had obtained.
Feng Yazhi nodded slightly, her two slender, jade-like fingers lightly tracing the edge of the table leg. Due to
the immense power of the Canglang family in recent years, they have also taken on more responsibilities. Starting two years ago, "Asian Demonic Wolf" Li Feng had voluntarily
taken on the border duties that were previously guarded only by the four great families, which, to some extent, alleviated
the manpower shortage of the four great families.
(Although they are enemies, Li Feng... is also a heroic and ruthless figure.)
Feng Yazhi's mind conjured up Li Feng's cold face, and a soft spot in her heart seemed to be touched.
Although their relationship might be irreconcilable, Li Feng was indeed the only man besides her fiancé, Long Wudao,
who commanded her any respect or goodwill…
“This subordinate suspects that Li Feng’s decision to go to the border at this time might be for ulterior motives…”
“…Enough.”
Just as Feng Yazhi was thinking about Li Feng’s many virtues, she overheard Feng Xiang’s speculation and
suspicion about Li Feng’s movements. A surge of obvious displeasure and anger welled up within her, and she couldn’t help but
interrupt Feng Xiang in an extremely cold tone. After a few seconds of awkward silence, she softly said,
“Although Li Feng is an enemy of our four great families, he is, after all, a heroic figure. We shouldn’t judge him with petty suspicions
. I believe that his trip to the border is for the sake of protecting the country.”
"This..."
Feng Xiang opened his mouth in surprise upon hearing Feng Yazhi's words, but then forcibly held back. For a moment
, the medical room fell into an awkward silence.
(What...what am I...?)
Feng Yazhi, having calmed down, also felt a pang of regret. Just now, for some reason, a voice inside her kept screaming in her heart, wanting to defend Li Feng
, causing her to involuntarily reprimand her capable subordinate. As she was thinking of saying
something to ease the tension, an image of Li Feng's lonely back, stained with blood—Feng Yazhi
remembered—was a scene from the Li Feng autobiographical film, *The Glory of the Demon Wolf*, produced by the Canglang family, which she had once scoffed at.
In it, he single-handedly quelled a monster calamity that ravaged the Asian border.
These war scenes, which she had previously considered fictional, now brought tears to her eyes. Thinking of
Li Feng's heavily wounded and muscular body in the scene, Feng Yazhi suddenly felt a maternal urge to gently soothe Li Feng's wounds with her delicate hands.
So, the words of comfort that were about to be spoken suddenly turned into cold reproach:
"Even with irreconcilable enemies, we must maintain respect. This is the pride of us four great families
."
"Yes!"
Feng Xiang bowed to Feng Yazhi, his handsome face revealing neither joy nor anger.
"Then let's continue... Now that Li Feng is not in the Asian Alliance, perhaps we can take advantage of that..." Feng Yazhi 　　 continued the previous topic in a deep voice. In a short time, she had 　　roughly sketched out a bold yet feasible plan
in her mind . 　　 ********** ... 　　 A long-haired woman wearing black sunglasses and a black latex suit that perfectly accentuated her figure 　　walked calmly down the street. Although her face was obscured by the sunglasses, her slender figure and extremely sexy 　　and eye-catching black latex suit drew glances from many men on the street. 　　 (Unexpectedly, Sister Qingyu would dress like this in public...) 　　 This long-haired woman wearing sunglasses was none other than the disguised "Vermilion Bird Valkyrie," Feng Yazi. According to 　　the data records in Feng Qingyu's computer, tonight was the 　　time for her to go to the commercial building where the Canglang family was stationed in Vermilion Bird City to deliver intelligence. 　　 Feng Yazi's plan was very simple: while the Canglang family was still unaware that Feng Qingyu's affair had been exposed, 　　she, who looked almost exactly like Feng Qingyu, would impersonate her to infiltrate the Canglang family and steal intelligence. 　　 Although infiltrating the enemy's headquarters seemed extremely dangerous, Feng Yazhi was highly confident in her abilities 　　. Unless Li Feng was in charge, even in the worst-case scenario, no 　　one in the Canglang family could stop her. Furthermore, after careful and repeated investigations, Feng Yazhi confirmed that Li Feng was 　　in a border fortress a thousand miles away from Zhuque City. This meant that her infiltration of the Canglang family 　　was not particularly dangerous. 　　 However, what made Feng Yazhi feel embarrassed and blush was her alluring, tight-fitting 　　black latex suit. The deciphered data showed that Feng Qingyu always 　　wore this outfit when secretly visiting the Canglang family's base. To avoid being detected by the Canglang family's subordinates before infiltrating, 　　Feng Yazhi had to wear the same attire. 　　 This black latex suit was found in Feng Qingyu's room. After a thorough examination to ensure there were no 　　problems, Feng Yazhi, whose figure was identical to Feng Qingyu's, easily put on the latex suit. However, 　　the seamless, form-fitting latex not only prevented Feng Yazhi from wearing underwear but also gave her a strange pleasure. The perfectly 　　fitted, daring curves, the glossy black latex shimmering with a beautiful sheen, and Feng Yazhi's flawless skin were not 　　exposed at all, yet that silent allure was more captivating to many than a naked body. 　　 However, what embarrassed and even humiliated Feng Yazhi more than the latex suit itself was 　　the blue wolf head pattern painted on her left breast with high-tech pigments. 　　 ************************************************************************************** 　　 Three days ago, after deciding to disguise herself as Feng Qingyu and infiltrate the Canglang family, she also 　　told Hu Wanshuang about this plan. 　　 After feigning shock and resentment upon learning that Feng Qingyu had been brainwashed into a sex slave, Hu Wanshuang 　　shared the data the White Tiger Clan had cracked over the past few months with Feng Yazhi, and told her about the catastrophic 　　flaw in their plan that needed to be fixed. 　　 "Wanshuang, you mean... the wolf head mark on Qingyu's left breast is 　　the method the Canglang Clan uses to identify her?" 　　 "Yes, Sister Yazhi, this mark is produced by a nanomachine implanted in Qingyu's left breast 　　. According to our specialists, the Canglang Clan should have specialized equipment to scan such nanomachines 　　. If it weren't for their specially designed wolf head mark, you would have 　　been identified at the secret gate of the base... Moreover, according to the intelligence, you also need to pose as the 'sex 　　demon' in front of the monitors." 　　 "The true pose..." 　　 Feng Yazhi frowned and nodded, seemingly understanding. 　　 Then, Hu Wanshuang not only told her about the flaw in the plan but also provided a way to fix it. Using advanced technology developed through the collaboration of the four great 　　families, they could perfectly replicate the wolf head mark on Feng Qingyu's left breast using specially formulated paint 　　on Feng Yazhi's full left breast, achieving a 99% similarity. This had a high probability of fooling the machine 　　's scanning. Of course, Hu Wanshuang smiled and assured the slightly displeased Feng Yazhi that the wolf head mark 　　could be washed off at any time with their specially formulated solution after the process. 　　 (Hehe, sister, I'm afraid that you'll be the one who refuses to wash it off then…) 　　 Hu Wanshuang chuckled, covering her mouth as she watched Feng Yazhi, her upper body bare, having a blue wolf head drawn on her snow-white left breast with a high-tech laser pen by the female technician, 　　her brows slightly furrowed and eyes closed.

**********
...

"Knock, knock, knock."
After knocking, nothing happened. But Feng Yazhi seemed to have expected it, quickly leaving
the girls' restroom and arriving at the most secluded corner on the east side of the underground parking lot.
There, on the once smooth marble wall, a rectangular mirror, almost as tall as Feng Yazhi, had appeared in the middle. Above the mirror,
emerging from the marble wall, was a high-tech surveillance camera, emitting
a beam of blue light that silently landed on the floor.
"Experiment Subject 0, 'Sex Demon' Feng Qingyu, reporting for duty."
Knowing this was a crucial moment for infiltrating, she suppressed her inner discomfort. Following Hu
Wanshuang's instructions, Feng Yazhi removed her sunglasses, revealing her stunningly beautiful face.
She unzipped the front of her black latex suit, creating a deep V-neck that partially exposed her magnificent breasts. She then
aligned the blue wolf head pattern on her left breast with the blue light of the monitoring device, speaking in a seductive voice
the coded message recorded by Feng Qingyu.
The blue light shone on the wolf head pattern, and the light spots began to slowly move along the outline of the wolf's head. Feng Yazhi
knew the monitor was checking the authenticity of the wolf head, so she could only maintain a charming and happy smile while remaining vigilant
in case of any unexpected events.
However, as time passed and the monitoring device continued to scan,
Feng Yazhi, who had maintained the same posture with her top open, began to show slight changes. For Feng Yazhi, who had undergone much rigorous martial arts training
, maintaining the same posture for an entire hour was a piece of cake. However,
Feng Yazhi was now secretly excited. She remembered Hu Wanshuang
's instructions to her before she left:
"Sister Yazhi, Sister Qingyu has been brainwashed into a sex slave by the Joy Cult. If you're going to impersonate her, your
movements and postures need to be more alluring... your lips need to be slightly upturned, and your eyes need to be more seductive
. Imagine that Brother Wudao is standing in front of you... Yes, yes! That's it, keep it up!"
After hearing Feng Yazhi's plan, Hu Wanshuang volunteered to help Feng Yazhi imitate Feng Qingyu's expressions and
postures. The White Tiger Family controls the entertainment industry of the Asian Alliance. As the head of the White Tiger Family, Hu Wanshuang's
talent in acting and singing is also top-notch. If she weren't the head of the White Tiger Family, Hu Wanshuang would definitely be
able to become an international star who drives the world crazy if she wanted to.
At Hu Wanshuang's insistence, and with the help of two top-tier makeup artists from the White Tiger Clan,
Feng Yazhi, who had almost always appeared with a bare face and ponytail since childhood, was transformed into a stunning beauty.
Even Feng Yazhi, who was very confident in her appearance, couldn't help but
admire her reflection when the mirror showed her face.
Her skin, originally slightly rough from years of martial arts training, while still possessing a natural beauty and
elasticity far exceeding that of the average woman, was still
somewhat inferior to the beauty-conscious Hu Wanshuang and Sun Xiujia. However, after being treated with the top-tier makeup specially crafted by the White Tiger Clan
, even this last imperfection completely disappeared. Under the mirror's reflection, Feng Yazhi's
exposed skin resembled jade, as delicate and flawless as a newborn baby's skin,
exquisitely beautiful.
Feng Yazhi's exquisitely beautiful face, after being meticulously made up, brought extremely satisfied
expressions to Hu Wanshuang and the two makeup artists. Originally, Feng Yazhi, due to her long-term leadership position, possessed a commanding and authoritative air
. However, under the skillful hands of the makeup artists, her overly straight eyebrows were softened with a beautiful curve,
perfectly concealing her androgynous qualities. The subtle pink eye makeup at the corners of her eyes added
a touch of tender femininity to her stunning beauty.
And her almost unchanging ponytail hairstyle, after being styled into long, flowing black hair,
transformed Feng Yazhi's appearance. If we were to use a mythological analogy, it would be like transforming Athena, the valiant and wise goddess of war and wisdom in Greek mythology,
into the alluring and seductive
goddess of beauty, Aphrodite.
After applying makeup, Feng Yazhi's face was flushed with a faint pink, and her eyelashes trembled silently, making her appear as an
extremely shy, delicate, and pure young woman. Any man who saw Feng Yazhi now would completely forget
her title of "Warrior Goddess" and only want to hold her in his arms and cherish her.
Feng Yazhi had never imagined that she, who was always so strong-willed, would possess a feminine quality that could be described as "pitiful."
At Hu Wanshuang's insistence, she underwent a whole night of adjustments
to her demeanor, attempting to deceive the surveillance cameras that were trying to detect her disguise.
Originally, Feng Yazhi had the mindset of a martial artist who, if she couldn't infiltrate, would fight her way in. In her view,
the fact that her own sister, Feng Qingyu, had been brainwashed into a "slut" by the Joyful Cult supported by the Canglang Family
had undoubtedly crossed the line of what was acceptable in the internal strife of aristocratic families. Even if she forced her way in to seize the secrets and take revenge, she would
be seen as engaging in a tit-for-tat "unspoken rule." Having sparred with Li Feng several times, Feng Yazhi was confident that he
would understand her methods and would not take any overly drastic actions as a result.
However, seeing Hu Wanshuang's excited insistence, Feng Yazhi, who always doted on her, didn't want to spoil her fun
. In front of the surveillance equipment, she struck the most
alluring yet not overly lewd pose that Hu Wanshuang had deemed perfect after a night of training.
The effect was simply too good. Through the mirror, Feng Yazhi could clearly see
how beautiful and enchanting she was, how…tempting to commit a crime. She had initially thought that her pose, given
that it went against her own nature, would still appear somewhat stiff. But
Feng Yazhi was surprised to find that her movements and expressions were so natural, as if she
had practiced it countless times with ease.
Feng Yazhi slightly bent her slender waist, gently unzipping the upper body of her latex suit, partially
revealing her full, round, snow-white breasts. The blue light from the monitor
scanned the wolf's head symbol on her left breast. Two faint blushes had appeared on her flawless face, her lips slightly parted, revealing her pearly teeth
. Her eyes, usually radiating a resolute and capable light, were now hazy, pitiful, and endearing.
Even her fiancé, Long Wudao, who knew her intimately, had never seen her so alluring and feminine.
Yet, despite this, the monitor continued its scan, as if still questioning Feng Yazhi's identity.
Seeing herself in the mirror, so alluring and captivating, capable of rivaling any beauty in the world, Feng Yazhi
still hadn't gained acceptance. For some reason, a fierce competitive spirit suddenly ignited within her. Could
she, with her voluptuous figure and exposed breasts, truly be considered a "slut"?
(Fine, I'll let you off easy this time. You'll pay for this later.)
She wondered who was watching her from behind the monitor, whether they were watching her masturbate with her beautiful body.
Feng Yazhi gritted her teeth, completely forgetting her original plan to force her way in after her failed attempt to sneak in. Then,
in the next second, the alluring smile on Feng Yazhi's face blossomed into an even more breathtaking display.
With a forceful tug, she pulled the zipper all the way down, revealing a pair of plump, round, snow-white
breasts.
After a slight hesitation, Feng Yazhi gently caressed her perfectly rounded, exquisite breasts with her delicate hands.
The faint blush on her face had now transformed into a more vibrant and intoxicating crimson. As her hands ceaselessly
kneaded her sensitive breasts, Feng Yazhi's delicate lips slowly emitted soft, mournful moans
. Her slender waist, accentuated by her tight-fitting latex suit, swayed rhythmically back and forth. Feng Yazhi
was completely unaware of how practiced and natural her masturbation was.
"Mmm...ah...ahhh...ha...ahhh..."
After playing with her breasts, her pale hands moved towards the areolas at the center of her breasts. When her slightly sharp fingernails
grazed the pink areolas, Feng Yazhi felt a tingling pleasure she had never experienced before, a pleasure that penetrated to the bone. The
intense trembling even caused countless red dots to appear on the skin of her areolas.
"Ah...so good...ah...ahhh..."
Her hands continued their stroking, finally reaching their destination—two firm, erect, and budding
nipples, exquisitely beautiful. Feng Yazhi, seeking pleasure, unconsciously squeezed them hard.
"Ah...ahhhhh!...ah...ahhhh...ahhhhh!"
The moment Feng Yazhi pinched her nipples, an overwhelming wave of pleasure surged through her. She
arched her back abruptly, her body arching back at almost a ninety-degree angle. Judging from the obvious trembling of her legs, she
had reached a small climax.
But this small climax did not calm Feng Yazhi down; instead, it was like igniting
a powder keg buried deep within her wanton body. Desire, endless desire, surged violently from the back of her head. Feng Yazhi felt
an urgent need to release, to release it in a more intense, more wanton way!
At that moment, as Feng Yazhi was consumed by lust, a memory surfaced in her mind:
the scene from yesterday when Hu Wanshuang had given her special training in acting. However, the scene was so unfamiliar; the
wanton actions she had performed, panting heavily, were completely unrecognizable to her, something she had never experienced before. Yet, Feng Yazhi knew
that only this action could give her a more pleasurable sensation, bringing her closer to the "true form" of a succubus.
"...Ah...ah..."
She frantically tore at her latex clothing, the powerful force quickly
turning it into irregular strips of fabric. Sharp fingernails grazed the thong's drawstring, gently severing it as it flew
away. Then, mimicking the actions from the memory, Feng Yazhi lay on the cold floor, her legs bent and raised
, displaying her most mysterious and sensual vulva to the monitor. One hand kneaded her
breasts, while the other pressed her already engorged and swollen clitoris. Under the relentless stimulation, Feng Yazhi's initially
soft moans gradually transformed into seductive and wanton cries.
"Ah... Feng Nu... Feng Nu... It's so beautiful... Again... Again! Ahhhhh!"
Feng Yazhi clearly saw that the blue light, which had been scanning the wolf head symbol on her left breast, was now
moving back and forth across her two trembling, overflowing labia, seemingly both humiliated and excited. Feeling herself
being admired by someone behind the monitor, Feng Yazhi's masturbation became even faster. As her thumb and forefinger
played with her adorable clitoris, her middle and ring fingers also slightly penetrated her constantly opening and closing labia
. Waves of pleasure were intensely assaulting Feng Yazhi's entire being.
"Ah... Feng Nu... Feng Nu is a... lewd... sex slave... ahhh..."
Each lewd moan was like a phrase Feng Ya Zi knew best. Whenever her desire reached a
certain point, even more vulgar and obscene words would constantly surface in her mind.
(Ah... why... it sounds like flowing water... breasts... so big... so hard... so...
strange... ahhh...)
As Feng Ya Zi's pleasure gradually swelled to a limit, she felt herself just entering an F-cup...
Her breasts seemed to swell even larger, and she could even feel clumps of viscous liquid being
produced beneath her snow-white flesh, giving Feng Yazhi the illusion of hearing gurgling sounds from her breasts. Even more terrifying,
her erect nipples were experiencing a pleasure and arousal she had never felt before, as if something was about to ejaculate
.
Feng Yazhi, of course, was unaware that her snow-white breasts, under the influence of aphrodisiacs hidden within her breast tissue,
had become increasingly lewd and insensitive. The viscous liquid produced in her breasts
was vastly different from normal breast milk. After the "Sex Demoness" technique modified her mammary glands, what Feng Yazhi's breasts
produced and stored was a white, viscous liquid that Nalia named "Semen Milk," possessing
characteristics of both semen and breast milk. It contained an extremely high concentration of aphrodisiac ingredients, and any
woman who consumed or applied Semen Milk to her body for an extended period would slowly become an incurable lewd body. Feng Yazhi's nipples
had been modified by Nalia into lewd organs resembling male glans, with a sensitivity a hundred times
greater than that of ordinary women.
"Ah...who...who will fuck Feng Nu's little cunt...ah...why...why haven't I come yet
...ahhhhhh..."
Despite waves of pleasure emanating from her breasts, the veins on her hard, protruding nipples
, with their white flesh bulging like thick, ever-present locks,
prevented Feng Yazhi from achieving a final climax or ejaculating a single drop of semen, no matter how much she masturbated or pressed.
The same was true for her clitoris, which had swollen to a certain extent; despite the accumulation of countless pleasures, the final climax was slow to appear, driving
Feng Yazhi, on the verge of extreme pleasure, almost to madness.
"Ah...any method will do...please let Feng Nu...please let...the lewd Feng Nu be free
...ahhhhh!"
As if echoing Feng Yazhi's words, another dialogue flashed through her mind.
**********
...

Recalling this incident, Feng Yazhi no longer possessed the confidence she once had. All that echoed in her mind was 　　Hu Wanshuang's words about wholeheartedly believing she was a succubus. Unconsciously, Feng Yazhi believed this 　　was the method to achieve orgasm.
( 　　 Believe…believe in yourself…believe you are the most lewd succubus…) 　　 As if hypnotized, Feng Yazhi repeatedly uttered Hu Wanshuang's words in her mind, as if she had truly become 　　the "succubus"—a lewd 　　and seductive sex slave—proclaimed by the Pleasure Cult, devoted to her master . 　　 As the vow in her mind solidified, feelings other than pleasure and lust faded from Feng Yazhi's heart. 　　A seductive and alluring smile, never before seen on her face, spread across her face, and 　　the frequency of her trembling and swaying on the ground gradually increased. 　　 As her swaying waist reached an almost frenzied state, Feng Yazhi suddenly regained her composure, 　　even ceasing her moans and caresses. Her eyes, previously brimming with lust, seemed to clear again 　　, and in an extremely devout and joyful tone, she repeated, word by word, the words she had spoken upon arriving 　　: 　　 "Experimental Subject No. 0, 'Sex Demon' Feng Qingyu, reporting for duty." 　　 Then, as if a frozen scene had returned to its frenzy, copious amounts of vaginal fluid and semen 　　gushed violently from Feng Yazhi's nipples and vulva. Feng Yazhi's fair skin was stained a hot, vibrant 　　red. The only unusual thing was that, despite experiencing orgasm, Feng Yazhi made no moans; instead, her 　　expression grew even more devout, as if she had found the true purpose of life. And within that devout expression, the only 　　discordant element was a trace of inappropriate jealousy. 　　 (Ah…so this is what it feels like to be a succubus, so wonderful, so irresistible… 　　If 　　 …) 　　 If I weren’t “Vermilion Bird Valkyrie” Feng Yazhi, but “Succubus” Feng Qingyu… 　　 If I weren’t the busy Vermilion Bird Clan Head, but a sex slave licking my master’s big cock… 　　 A trace of jealousy, which shouldn’t have been there, gradually sprouted and took root, along with a desire, a desire that seemed to come from the bottom of my heart, 　　and endless pleasure and orgasms assailed Feng Yazhi. Then, feeling all sorts of complex and extreme emotions, exhausted, 　　Feng Yazhi completely fainted on the ground. 　　 Then, the mirror split in two, opening a passage, and out walked the smiling 　　, sexy and alluring “Satan Witch” Nalia. Needless to say, everything Feng Yazhi had just done outside 　　was orchestrated and credited to her behind the scenes. 　　 "Hehe, the brainwashing level has exceeded expectations, already surpassing 40%. It seems Miss Ya Zi is 　　a 'late bloomer' succubus, hehe. I'm even more looking forward to your next transformation." 　　 Nalia bent down, 　　 easily embracing the naked Feng Ya Zi, and slowly returned to the passage. 　　 **************** 　　 ...

"Hehe, you're awake now, Qingyu. If Master had
seen you masturbating so vigorously in front of the door, he would have been very pleased."
(Qingyu... no... I'm Feng Yazhi... I... ah!)
After a short period of adjustment, Feng Yazhi, whose mind had cleared somewhat, finally remembered her
purpose in coming here: to disguise herself as her brainwashed older sister, Feng Qingyu, to steal information, but
she had fainted from her wanton masturbation at the door. Having remembered everything, Feng Yazhi felt that there was still a vague, inexplicable
memory she hadn't recalled.
"Heh, it seems the memories of your younger sister, Feng Yazhi, that I implanted in you have confused your thinking
. Looking at your silly state now, Qingyu, perhaps Master will love you even more, hehe."
Nalia looked at the bewildered Feng Yazhi and chuckled.
"...What did you say?"
Completely unable to understand Nalia's words, Feng Yazhi asked in astonishment.
"Hehe, it seems there really was a misunderstanding. Have you forgotten? According to Lord Li Feng's orders, as Feng Yazhi
's shadow warrior and his loyal servant, Lord Li Feng wants you to impersonate her and
become the head of the Vermilion Bird Clan."
"What did you say? I... I am Feng Yazhi..."
Hearing Nalia's words, as if something terrifying had befallen her, Feng Yazhi
no longer cared about pretending to be Feng Qingyu and blurted out her true identity in a panic.
"Calm down, think back slowly and calmly, and you will realize your true identity."
Nalia pressed Feng Yazhi's shoulder, comforting her like a patient.
Slightly agitated, Feng Yazhi closed her eyes, and the previously blurry memories in her mind slowly became clear.
She—Feng Qingyu, the twin sister of "Vermilion Bird Valkyrie" Feng Yazi—is different from her always-strong sister
. She is quiet and gentle, possessing a similar appearance and talent, but preferring a simple life
above all else. She has always silently served as her sister's shadow warrior, until—
(Li Feng…Master…)
A wave of intensely sweet love surged through Feng Yazi's spine. Just thinking of Li Feng's
extremely cold face made her lower body involuntarily produce a few drops of fluid. Like a
young girl in love, an unconcealable expression of happiness appeared on Feng Yazi's face. Then, scenes of her being captured, trained, and brainwashed,
from her initial unyielding spirit to becoming a charming and seductive vixen, flashed through her mind. This made Feng Yazi's
smile even more blissful and captivating.
Seeing the happy smile on Feng Yazi's face, as if encouraging her to remember her identity, Naria
also smiled happily. With the help of Feng Qingyu, who had been transformed into a succubus
, and through the implantation of a triangular chip into Feng Yazhi's mind, an almost flawless memory of "Feng Qingyu" was easily constructed
.
"So, Qingyu, do you remember your identity?"
"Yes, Nalia… Sister, I am 'Succubus' Feng Qingyu, Lord Li Feng's most loyal sex
slave."
Feng Yazhi wore a dignified, serene, gentle, and beautiful smile, believing herself to be Feng Qingyu
. Even her personality and expression gradually resembled her older sister's—at least on the surface
.
In reality, the perceptive Feng Yazhi had already realized what was wrong with her; she seemed to have been implanted with
Feng Qingyu's memories and personality. The Vermilion Bird family, a leader in high technology, also conducted similar research in secret
, and Feng Yazhi easily connected this to her own situation.
(Good, this way, Li Feng and Nalia won't suspect my identity... I never thought that
Nalia, the "Satanic Witch" supposedly killed by Benedict XVIII, would actually side with the Canglang family. Coming here this time
was definitely the right decision.)
Feng Yazhi thought to herself, a beautiful smile on her face.
"Hehe, little sister has finally remembered her identity."
Nalia smiled seductively, giving Feng Yazhi's full breasts embroidered with blue wolf heads a hard squeeze with her left hand.
"Ah... Sister Nalia, Feng Nu feels so good..."
Although Feng Yazhi realized her own problem, the memories and personality of Feng Qingyu, already implanted in her mind,
combined with Feng Yazhi's mostly modified lewd body, made the most reasonable reaction in an instant.
A complex mix of shame, anger, and pleasure flashed through Feng Yazhi's mind as she used great willpower to maintain the lewd
pleasure and moans on her face.
(Yes, that's it. For better infiltration later, no matter what she says or what she asks me to do,
I "must" obey, so as not to arouse her suspicion. After all, she's just a woman.)
Thinking she had figured everything out, Feng Yazhi moaned even more wantonly, completely unaware that
Nalia, who was playing with her breasts, had a strange smile on her lips. Suddenly, she took out a
small culture tank, about the size of a water-filled wooden bucket. Feng Yazhi could clearly see through the transparent glass of the tank that a
magnificent male genital organ was floating inside.
"Hehe, Qingyu, do you know what this is?"
"Ah…is it a specimen of a man's penis…?"
Feng Yazhi honestly voiced her feelings. But Nalia shook her head with a smile, saying,
"No, this is a lewd organ bestowed upon you by your master, to be implanted in your body."
"Ah...ahhh!?"
Understanding what Nalia meant, Feng Yazhi, no longer able to pretend to be Feng Qingyu, instantly tried to spring up
to stop Nalia's terrifying actions with force. However, her numb body and legs completely defied
her master's true wishes.
"Hehe, Qingyu, I was afraid you'd get too excited, so I gave you a sedative while you were unconscious
. You won't blame me, will you?"
Nalia's smile, at this moment, seemed utterly lewd and terrifying to Feng Yazhi.
"I...ahhhhhhh! Ah...ahh ...
Amidst Feng Yazhi's terrified gaze and screams, Naria gently kneaded Feng Yazhi's swollen clitoris,
which was the size of a grape, and even gently sucked on it with her tongue. Feng Yazhi felt
waves of pleasure emanating from her sensitive clitoris, and her screams gradually turned into soft moans.
Under the influence of this pleasure, the fear she had felt upon learning that her body was about to be modified completely vanished for some reason.
In fact, a forbidden pleasure rose in Feng Yazhi's heart.
Was she finally going to be transformed into a lewd "slut" like her sister Feng Qingyu?
The expression on her face became increasingly seductive and lewd, completely unaware that
Feng Yazhi's desires and thoughts were being influenced by the triangular chip in the back of her brain. Watching Nalia carefully
remove the enormous male genitalia with her gloves, the area where the genitalia had previously connected to the man's abdomen now resembled tiny, tentacle-like tendrils
. Nalia tossed a sterilized silver needle from her pocket and gently poked several
tiny, circular wounds into Feng Yazhi's plump clitoris.
"Ah...it hurts...but it's also a little...ahhh..."
Under the manipulation of the triangular chip, Feng Yazhi felt only slight pain, replaced by
ten times more intense pleasure, even causing her vagina to begin to secrete traces of lustful fluid again.
Then, with a lewd smile, Nalia, as if wanting Feng
Yazhi to see clearly, slowly and deliberately inserted the male genitalia she held into Feng Yazhi's tender clitoris, which was trembling and bleeding slightly
.
(This…is this…the huge cock that’s about to be inserted into my body?)
Feng Yazhi stared at the thick, black phallus radiating heat, as if imagining
the image of a man’s ugly phallus that should never exist erect beneath her beautiful body. If…Wanshuang and Ningfei saw this, would they think
she was a lewd and perverted woman?
(And Wudao…ah…ahhh…ahhhhhh!)
“No!!!”
Lost in her lewd state, Feng Yazhi suddenly snapped back to reality the moment she thought of Long Wudao. When she saw the terrifying
tentacles of his genitals less than a centimeter away from her clitoris, she finally couldn’t resist the overwhelming fear rising within her and
screamed in terror.
However, it was too late. The tentacles seemed to possess a life of their own,
burrowing into the small bloody holes Naria had pierced as Feng Yazhi cried out . When all the tentacles had entered their respective holes,
the male genitalia in Naria's hand, as if pulled by the tentacles, suddenly broke free and, with a soft
"plop," perfectly joined with Feng Yazhi's clitoris.
Unseen by Feng Yazhi, the tentacles, now deep within the clitoris, began connecting with its
nervous system. Touch and sexual desire began to connect in a very short time. Feng Yazhi felt an
extremely unfamiliar, cold sensation arising in her familiar lower abdomen. Then, less than a second later, that
coldness, like ice thrown into a blazing fire, was
a sensation absolutely unfamiliar to countless women, yet absolutely familiar to countless men—a primal, erectile dysfunction unique to men.
Nalia smiled slightly and began to gently caress Feng Yazhi's penis with her hands. Like turning an upright
wooden stick, her palms enveloped the exposed, strong glans, slowly rubbing it back and forth. Under
Nalia's skillful manipulation, Feng Yazhi felt waves of intense pleasure
, unlike any other woman's. The penis implanted outside her clitoris swelled at an abnormally rapid pace, segment by segment, from its normal erect length
, eventually becoming a thick, powerful, and veiny black rod. Its shape and
aura involuntarily reminded Feng Yazhi of the magnificent penis implanted in her memory, the one Li Feng had used to violently penetrate Feng Qingyu's vagina
.
"Hehe, it should feel familiar, right? This is a
large penis formed by fusing your master's stem cells into your clitoris using high technology. Its size and sexual ability are completely designed according to your master's standards
,"
Nalia explained to Feng Yazhi with a smile. However, her alluring smile concealed a hint
of... jealousy.
All the sex slaves manipulated by the Joyful Cult were implanted, body and soul, with a lewd
obsession with Li Feng's large penis and semen. Upon seeing Li Feng's massive cock, any woman successfully manipulated by the Joyful Cult, regardless
of her current state or which master she was sold to, would immediately fall into a hypnotic state of absolute loyalty to Li Feng
.
However, Nalia also considered that if Li Feng were ever unable to attend to her needs but still required to awaken the sex slaves from their brainwashed
state, she had a contingency plan—to implant a large penis, cultivated from Li Feng's cells, combined with
the high technology of the Canglang family, into the clitoris of a designated girl. This would give her
the identity and ability to dominate all the Joyful Cult's sex slaves, making her the leader of all sex slaves and succubi—the "Succubus Queen." And this
person, Nalia secretly longed for, yet she knew who Li Feng's heart undoubtedly belonged to.
When Nalia told Li Feng about the plan, even though she had expected it, seeing Li Feng unhesitatingly choose
only one candidate—"Vermilion Bird Valkyrie" Feng Yazi!—still made Nalia feel a pang of jealousy
.
(Fortunately, I already have another plan and choice, a better plan for me, and
an excellent plan to take revenge on "her".)
Nalia thought to herself. Looking at Feng Yazi's complex
expression of panic and desire, and at her extremely conspicuous, hot and thick penis that seemed to be emitting heat, she thought to herself. Nalia could almost see
the future Feng Yazhi, dressed in a revealing queen's outfit, her exquisite face adorned with a gentle and elegant smile,
becoming the most devoted follower of the Canglang family. Thick, black penises adorned her snow-white body,
while beautiful women like Hu Wanshuang and Sun Xiujia, transformed by the Joyful Cult, lay naked on the ground, half-intoxicated, half-craving,
licking her penises in a lewd scene.
Nalia smiled slightly and said,
"Sister Qingyu, come, look into my eyes."
"Huh?"
Caught between lust and terror, Feng Yazhi instinctively looked up. There stood Nalia's alluring face,
her two strangely beautiful eyes shimmering with purple light, seemingly possessing an astonishing power to captivate.
(Oh no… Ahhhhh!)
The experienced Feng Yazhi gasped, about to close her eyes, when Nalia suddenly extended two jade-like fingers
, digging and kneading the sensitive spot of Feng Yazhi's erect penis. Then, intense, forbidden pleasure
, like waves of ecstasy, completely disrupted Feng Yazhi's movements and thoughts, making
her eyes unable to leave the strange purple light in Nalia's eyes. Then, she heard Nalia softly
say in a tone like an aria:
"Activate, Slut Hypnosis Mode."
Heaven—when Nalia uttered those words, Feng Yazhi felt that word flash through her mind in an instant
. Indeed, she felt like a penitent kneeling in heaven, while Nalia's image grew increasingly
majestic and inviolable, sacred and glorious, as if redeeming Feng Yazhi
, this lost lamb. A myriad of blissful emotions surged and fermented within Feng Yazhi, an ocean of ecstasy capable of intoxicating and subjugating anyone
. Feng Yazhi's eyes gradually became vacant, and an unconscious,
infatuated smile crept onto her lips.
Seeing Feng Yazhi seemingly lost in some ethereal state, Nalia smiled with satisfaction and said
,
"Sister Qingyu, look at me. I am the most sublime and sacred god of lust in your heart. You cannot disobey
a single word I say."
"I...heart...most...lust...god...cannot...disobey..."
Feng Yazhi murmured blankly.
"Relax...relax...you'll feel your soul soaring, no morality or principle can
restrain you, only me, the supreme god of lust in your heart."
Looking at Feng Yazhi, whose expression and posture were becoming increasingly relaxed and asleep, Nalia nodded in satisfaction. With the brainwashing
exceeding 40%, through the triangular chip implanted in Feng Yazhi's brain, combined with her own cultivated powerful
mental strength, Nalia could now put Feng Yazhi into a
hypnotic state of complete obedience without any side effects for a certain period. Then, Nalia continued in a seductive tone:
"Tell me your true identity."
"I am...Feng Yazhi, I..."
Feng Yazhi mechanically, word by word, revealed everything to Nalia without any concealment
. She even revealed her knowledge of being implanted with Feng Qingyu's memories and her intention to continue playing the role of Feng Qingyu
.
However, Nalia showed no surprise, as if everything was within her expectations.
"You want to impersonate Feng Qingyu and steal the secrets of the Canglang family, is that right?"
"Yes..."
"Then, to avoid arousing our suspicion, you will make 'playing Feng Qingyu' your
most important and essential first task."
"First... task..."
"Feng Qingyu has been transformed into the most lewd and wanton succubus. Do you know that?"
"I... know..."
"Therefore, to perfectly 'play Feng Qingyu,' you must become as lewd and
wanton as the succubus."
"Ah... yes... I... must... become... lewd... wanton..."
"So, regarding the large penis bestowed upon you by Lord Li Feng, you won't be surprised or
afraid, because it's a sacrifice you must make for your task of 'playing Feng Qingyu.'"
"Large penis... sacrifice..."
Nalia smiled contentedly as she watched the lewd instructions implanted into Feng Yazhi's mind, and continued:
"Who bestowed this large penis upon you?"
"Lord Li Feng..."
"Remember, you cannot resist the pleasure brought by this huge cock. And only when you wholeheartedly obey
Lord Li Feng can you experience the cock orgasm bestowed upon you by Lord Li Feng. Come, repeat after me, 'I am
Lord Li Feng's sex slave.'"
"I am... Lord Li Feng's... sex slave... Ahhh!"
Just as she repeated Nalia's words, the thick, black penis that Nalia was kneading with both hands suddenly jumped,
becoming even thicker and darker, clearly more excited, and beginning to have the "ejaculation" urge unique to men.
Faced with this intense and unfamiliar stimulation, the bewildered Feng Yazhi only felt that her soul and reason were about
to soar high, to the highest heavens.
Scenes flashed through Feng Yazhi's mind—scenes from the documentary "The Glory of the Demon Wolf," which she had once watched
. It depicted the cold and silent Li Feng, the patriotic Li Feng, the blood-soaked Li Feng, the courageous and benevolent Li
Feng, the compassionate Li Feng… These were images Feng Yazhi had previously dismissed as hype and brainwashing, but now
they all transformed into a real, undeniable, perfect image of Li Feng. Feng Yazhi involuntarily thought of Li Feng's
many virtues, fantasizing about his scarred hands roughly fondling her breasts, his thick, black penis wildly pounding into
her cunt.
"Want more? Keep repeating,"
Nalia urged with a seductive laugh, looking at Feng Yazhi's bewildered face under hypnosis.
"Ah… Lord Li Feng… my sex slave… ahh!" A stronger, more intense pleasure surged from Feng Yazhi's large penis, and thick drops of white 　　semen
oozed from the glans . 　　 (Ah...this is...Master's gift to me...semen.) 　　 This thought involuntarily surfaced in Feng Yazhi's mind. Her supple waist, honed by yoga practice, combined with 　　the excessively large size of his penis, allowed Feng Yazhi to bend over and lick the tiny amount of semen from it. Unparalleled deliciousness 　　! This was Feng Yazhi's first thought after tasting it. With her taste buds also modified, semen 　　was, for Feng Yazhi, a far more exquisite delicacy than any rare treat, a soul-stirring experience comparable to a potent drug. Even just a small sip 　　, and Feng Yazhi felt an overwhelming urge to crave more and more semen!

"I am Lord Li Feng's...sex slave...completely obedient to all of Lord Li Feng's orders...ahhh
..."
As if struck by inspiration, Feng Yazhi, craving more semen and pleasure, didn't even need Nalia's continued hypnosis
before adding the phrase "completely obedient to all of Lord Li Feng's orders." Then, as if rewarding Feng Yazhi's
quick wit, under Nalia's smiling gaze,
Feng Yazhi's large penis gushed out even more thick and viscous semen. As Feng Yazhi licked and swallowed the semen, the ecstatic climax, like reaching the clouds, completely
overwhelmed her.
"I...Feng Slave...Feng Slave is Lord Li Feng's most lewd sex slave, completely obedient to all of Lord Li Feng's
orders..."
When Feng Yazhi uttered an even more lewd declaration, this time, even her full,
round breasts, with their pink and firm nipples, seemed to have semen flowing out like a man's ejaculation. The penis beneath her
violently ejaculated a thin stream of semen, spraying it onto Feng Yazhi's delicate face.
The climax of her breasts and vagina, the first ejaculation of the implanted penis, the intoxicating, tingling pleasure—like a drug—lifted Feng Yazhi
's mind to an endless celestial bliss.
In a hypnotic state, Feng Yazhi fully understood that only by using the most lewd and humble words to declare her
loyalty to Li Feng could she achieve the ultimate, ecstatic climax.
"Ahhh... umm... I... I am... 'Slut' Feng Yazhi,
a wanton woman who cannot be satisfied with Long Wudao's short, fleshy penis... Only Lord Li Feng's big cock... and the big cock he bestowed upon me
... can satisfy... Feng Slave's most wanton body... Therefore... Feng Slave willingly becomes Lord Li Feng 　　 's sex slave...
" "Feng Slave is Lord Li Feng 　　 's most wanton sex slave 　　, completely obedient to all of Lord 　　Li Feng's commands! 　　Ahh ... 　　 "Hehe, let me join in too." 　　 Watching Feng Yazhi's wanton and lewd behavior, Nalia, holding a specially made, thick vibrator, 　　had already stripped naked from her white lab coat. After removing her last piece of clothing, a purple thong, she greedily 　　eyed Feng Yazhi's still-throbbing, thick, black penis. Without hesitation, she aimed her dripping wet vulva at the glans and quickly 　　inserted it. At the same time, Nalia pressed the vibrator forcefully into Feng Yazhi's already 　　soaking wet vagina. 　　 "Ah...ahhhhhh!" 　　 "Ahhhhh!" 　　 The two stunning beauties, engaged in intercourse, shuddered simultaneously, letting out loud, lewd cries. However, compared to 　　Nalia, who merely showed a satisfied expression, Feng Yazhi's condition was far more unbearable. Already experiencing a climax, 　　Feng Yazhi couldn't withstand such extreme stimulation. She clearly felt the penis entering a tight, warm, and wonderful place, 　　the layers of soft flesh scraping against her sensitive glans. A tingling and exciting sensation she had never felt before 　　stimulating her soul. Not to mention, inside her honeypot, an electric vibrator, even larger than her fiancé Long Wudao's 　　, was ravaging her sensitive and wanton vulva. 　　 This double dose of absolute stimulation and pleasure even caused Feng Yazhi to uncontrollably shed tears and saliva. What 　　an unparalleled climax and pleasure! Sitting on her lap, Nalia kneaded her plump 　　breasts with abandon, her hips swaying expertly. Feng Yazhi felt Nalia's vaginal walls tighten and 　　contract, her large penis being pressed so hard it could barely move. She couldn't help but cry 　　out, 　　 "Ah... Lord Li Feng... Feng Nu... Feng Nu is about to die of pleasure... Ahhhhh..." 　　 The naturally gifted Feng Yazhi continued to call out Li Feng's name, twisting her serpentine waist with unrestrained allure, 　　trying to bring more orgasm and pleasure to her penis and vagina. At the same time, Nalia 　　, her face flushed, leaned down, pressing her equally full breasts against Feng Yazhi's increasingly astonishingly plump, snow-white breasts, and 　　softly said to her lips, 　　 "Only Master... only Lord Li Feng can grant you the ultimate orgasm." 　　 "Yes! Only Lord Li Feng... Thank you, Lord Li Feng, for bestowing upon Feng Nu this supreme climax... Ahhh!" 　　 Completely immersed in pleasure, Feng Ya Zi sincerely expressed her desires along with Nalia's words. 　　However, Nalia's next words shocked and excited Feng Ya Zi even more: "You're wrong... What Master can bestow upon you is an extreme 　　pleasure 　　 ten times stronger than this climax ." 　　 (There... there is actually... a pleasure even stronger than this!?) 　　 Feng Ya Zi, overflowing with the sea of climax, thought incredulously. At the same time, her lewd body and hypnotized mind 　　became even more excited. She—the succubus Feng Ya Zi—craved even more pleasure. Thinking of all this lewd excitement 　　, at the same time, Nalia's seductive voice continued to echo in Feng Yazhi's ears: 　　 "Only by serving the master, obeying the master, and doing more for the master can you receive more of the master's favor 　　..." 　　 "Mmm... Feng slave... Feng slave... completely obedient to... all of the master's commands." " 　　 Then tell me, are you satisfied with your current lewd body?" 　　 "Ah... Feng slave... Feng slave is extremely satisfied... Ha..." 　　 Lying on the bed, Feng Yazhi, with a dazed expression, thrust her full, snowy breasts 　　forward, her hands embracing Nalia's plump, swaying buttocks, rapidly thrusting her large penis in and out, as if proudly declaring 　　how satisfied she was with her transformed, lewd body! 　　 "Then, what do you think of Hu Wanshuang, Xuan Ningfei... and these dozen or so beautiful women?" 　　 Nalia smiled and named more than a dozen people, all of whom were Feng Yazhi's close friends and confidantes. 　　 "Ah... they... are all my good sisters... ah... I... like them very much."

Lost in pleasure, Feng Yazhi answered truthfully.
"Then... good friends should share happiness, hehe, would you be willing to let them share the same
pleasure and wanton body as you? With your big cock..."
(!!!!!)
As if hearing something unbelievable yet incredibly exciting, Feng Yazhi felt
Naria, who was sitting on her cock, thrusting up and down. Her figure gradually blurred, transforming into more than a dozen faces that Feng Yazhi was very familiar with: there was the childlike-
faced, large-breasted, lively and cute Hu Wanshuang; there was the elegant, aloof Xuan Ningfei... and more than a dozen of her
good friends, her big cock violently thrusting into them, then spraying her sticky semen onto their exquisite,
beautiful faces. Thinking of this, dark, twisted, evil desires and the forbidden pleasure that tingled to the bone instantly dominated
Feng Yazhi's entire being.
"Ahhhhh... Feng Nu... Feng Nu is willing!... Willing!... Ah... I'm so willing!"
Listening to Feng Ya Zi's lewd and intoxicated cries,
Nalia, sweating profusely, was vigorously thrusting her hips on Feng Ya Zi's crotch, exhaling a fragrant breath, and said with a hint of pride and anticipation:
"Then, on behalf of my master, I will bestow upon you all that is wanton. Come, unleash all your desires upon me."
Hearing this, Feng Ya Zi, who had been lying on the large bed numb from continuous orgasms
, felt an inexhaustible surge of energy filling her entire body. She stood up, her face flushed, her full, round
breasts trembling with each heavy breath, creating waves of alluring flesh. Her lower body was completely
sealed to the inserted electric vibrator, which, even though Nalia was no longer controlling it, continued to rhythmically
thrust in and out of Feng Ya Zi's cunt, giving her continuous, intense stimulation.
As Nalia rose to her feet in sync with Feng Yazhi's movements, her lower body still enveloped Feng Yazhi's thick
penis. Looking at Nalia's alluring youthful body, Feng Yazhi made no attempt to conceal her desire, inviting her
to thrust rapidly. The thick, dark shaft moved back and forth in Nalia's honeyed depths, splashing out countless drops of vaginal fluid.
Her hands, like those of a seasoned womanizer, played with Nalia's large breasts. Seeing
the thick, white fluid gushing from Nalia's breasts, Feng Yazhi, her eyes glazed and flushed, knew that it was
the same fluid that her own rounded breasts possessed.
"Mmm...ah...this is 'essence milk,' an outstanding product I created after modifying women's mammary glands
. It's proof of a woman's lust, hehe, you have it too..."
Nalia, enjoying the caresses of Feng Yazhi's fingers, explained to Feng Yazhi with a soft, seductive voice.
(I also have... such... lewd proof...)
Feng Yazhi gazed ecstatically at her full, swollen nipples, which were indeed overflowing with the same
lewd semen as Nalia's. She gently dipped her finger in it, then put it to her lips and tasted it with her tongue.
The taste, similar to a mixture of semen and milk, made Feng Yazhi intoxicated, and she licked it a second and a third time.
"Hehe, the benefits of semen don't stop there. It's also a wonderful beauty product. Applying it all over
the body can make a woman's skin more sensitive, more delicate, and more supple,"
Nalia said with a slight smile, watching Feng Yazhi's infatuated actions. She then
pressed her full breasts against Feng Yazhi's snow-white breasts, revealing deep, alluring cleavage on both pairs of breasts. Stimulated
by this, a trickle of semen quickly welled up, instantly covering both of their snow-white breasts.
"Feng Nu... Feng Nu is so happy... to have such beautiful, lewd breasts... Ahh... So good... So good...
Feng Nu is dying of pleasure..."
Seeing her own body transformed into such a lewd state, Feng Ya Zi felt a surge of dark, forbidden
, and decadent pleasure instantly welling up in her heart. Stimulated by this, her penis swelled even larger. At this moment,
Feng Ya Zi pushed hard, and amidst Nalia's giggles, she positioned Nalia's body in a doggy-style position,
skillfully and violently thrusting into Nalia's honeypot from behind. Feng Ya Zi's crimson eyes burned with endless flames
, as if she had become a sex slave controlled by the implanted penis.
As waves of orgasm washed over her from various sensitive points, Feng Ya Zi, immersed in pleasure, felt a
faint, sweet warmth, and her tongue couldn't help but engage in a French kiss with Nalia, who had turned back.
(A woman's body...it's...it's so wonderful...ah...)
As the two naked women continued to intertwine, Feng Yazhi felt herself rising and
falling in an ocean of orgasm, wave after wave irreversibly...gradually eroding and changing her body and mind. From time to time,
she heard Nalia's whispers:
"Hehe, I have good news for you. Lord Li Feng is still unmarried, simply because he insists that you are
his only choice for his wife."
(Ah...Master...Master wants to take the lewd and lowly Feng Nu as his wife...ah...this is...what
an honor...)
Endless ecstasy surged into Feng Yazhi's heart, still in a hypnotic state. Her infatuated smile
grew even more radiant and seductive, like a wanton woman simultaneously indulging in desire and love. Her hands excitedly gripped her
sensitive, plump breasts, and with the slight throbbing of her snow-white nipples, she ejaculated a thick stream of semen, splashing it
all over Nalia, with whom she was intertwined.
Nalia licked the semen that had sprayed onto her lips, her smile and seductive allure deepening as she continued,
seemingly proclaiming Feng Yazhi's future lewd fate:
"You will be transformed into a lewd female beast called 'Queen of Lust,' the head of all lewd women."
"You will rule the world... becoming the most lewd and loyal bitch wife of Lord Li Feng in the entire Asian Alliance,
helping him destroy the four great families and control the entire Asian Alliance."
(Ruling the world... ahh...)
"Hehe, Sister Yazhi, haven't you been advocating for so-called 'women's liberation,' and many
cute girls idolize you? Let me tell you, the so-called 'women's liberation'..."
Nalia paused, looking at the intoxicated Feng Yazhi with a listening expression. A strange purple light shone brightly in her eyes
, flashing with an unprecedentedly dazzling purple brilliance, like two sharp arrows piercing straight into Feng Yazhi's heart.
With crimson eyes, each word, spoken like an inviolable divine decree, yet uttered with utter lewdness:
"...use the big cock your master bestowed upon you to fuck them wildly, let them understand
how lewd their bodies and desires they possess!"
"Come, Sister Feng Yazhi! Swear here to become your master's eternal slave, use your most lewd body and
cock to become your master's most lewd bitch."
In an instant, even Feng Yazhi was unaware that after Nalia finished speaking, the triangular chip at the back of her head, which governed lust and pleasure
, raised her own pleasure level to the theoretically achievable limit of physical
pleasure—"10."
An unprecedented, indescribable ecstasy, no, it couldn't even be simply called pleasure
.
Like a skill sublimated into the Tao, pleasure and climax were instantly elevated into a purer, more
flawless, complex feeling that dominated a woman's mind and body, a mixture of sacredness and debauchery.
Feng Yazhi felt completely "purified."
Words like debauchery, climax, and pornography, which she had previously considered base and ugly, now shone with a sacred light, making her involuntarily
want to submit to the absolute truth of heaven and earth.
"I am... more depraved than a 'slut'... ahh... more submissive than a sex slave, forever and ever
, belonging only to Lord Li Feng... 'Slut Queen' Feng Yazhi!"
As if fallen into a hell of lust, Feng Yazhi cried out in a loud, wanton declaration. In an instant, her face regained its haughty,
leader-like demeanor. However, this leader's appearance was
entirely different from the heroic and resolute "Valkyrie"
of the past; it was now a maternal expression that sought to rule the world through debauchery and lust. Simultaneously, the blue wolf head painted on her left breast with special pigment, which
had gradually peeled off due to the previous contact with her semen and the handling by Feng Yazhi and Nalia, now appeared in Feng Yazhi's mental
state not as pigment, but as a real wolf head pattern emerging from her snow-white breast, radiating a beautiful light
and becoming lifelike.
Seeing this, Nalia gently stroked the wolf head mark on Feng Yazhi's supple, soft left breast with her jade-like fingers
—proof that Feng Yazhi's brainwashing had exceeded 50%, as evidenced by the appearance of the brainwashing mark on her left breast.
Then, Feng Yazhi's full, round, snow-white breasts swelled slightly more, almost imperceptibly, and her two swollen nipples
began to gush forth wave after wave of copious amounts of semen. The hideous, enormous penis implanted between her legs sprayed out
an unimaginable, abnormally high volume of viscous semen, violently shooting into and filling Nalia's uterus.
With a "plop," the thick, rotating vibrator that had been inserted into her honeypot was
pushed out of her tightly closed labia by the gushing fluids from Feng Yazhi's vaginal walls. At this moment, Feng Yazhi had
reached an unprecedented peak of climax!
"Ahhhhhhh... I'm going to heaven... Ahhhhhhhh... Feng Nu...
Ahhhhhhhh..."
Feng Yazhi, arching her back, fiercely embraced Naria, who was also intoxicated by her orgasm. The two held
each other in a passionate kiss, letting their semen, vaginal fluids, and vaginal fluids splatter all over their bodies.
But their erotic play was not over yet. Once, twice, three times... Feng Yazhi was like a
female beast dominated by lust. Her beautiful face, glistening body, plump buttocks, full breasts,
and the constantly throbbing, proclaiming-her-presence dark penis all displayed the
burning desire within her. It burned so intensely. Under Nalia's teasing, tonight—would be a sleepless night of desire!
Until dawn, their sexual intercourse finally ended. Having exhausted
every last ounce of strength in countless orgasms and ejaculations throughout the night, Feng Yazhi lay sprawled on the bed, disregarding all decorum. Only her
large, dark penis remained erect—the penis Nalia had modified could, if Nalia so desired,
maintain an inexhaustible state of excitement, controlling all of Feng Yazhi's sexual desires. Of course, when necessary,
it could also, like the legendary Shaolin Temple's "shrinking penis" secret, completely revert to a woman's most sensitive clitoris.
Then, Nalia chuckled and kissed the glans. As if receiving some command, Feng Yazhi's erect
penis, under her intoxicated, flushed gaze, slowly transformed back into her tender, adorable clitoris.
Exhaustion, endless exhaustion, plunged Feng Yazhi into the deepest, longest sleep.
Looking at the sleeping Feng Yazhi, Nalia smiled with a mixture of satisfaction and regret, saying,
"It's a pity that this intense hypnotic state can only be used once a month... When you wake up, you'll become
that valiant 'Vermilion Bird Valkyrie' Feng Yazhi again. You'll only remember that you successfully fooled me today
and obtained the 'confidential information' I prepared for you... Hehe, I'm very curious, even if you forget
most of today's memories, how many lewd traces will remain in your body after you wake up
? One percent, two percent, three percent, or even more...?"
"Hehe, Miss Feng Yazhi, I'm really curious."
As Nalia's chuckle echoed in the silent room, Feng Yazhi, sleeping soundly on the bed, wore a happy
and satisfied smile, like a bride about to have her wedding banquet the night before. Completely unaware 　　of 　　the 　　 lewd 　　fate 　　 that 　　awaited 　　 her
...
********** 　　...

"We've made quite a haul this time. We've finally found the crucial intelligence we've been searching for. In five days, the Canglang Clan
will be making a big move!"
As she spoke, forgetting most of yesterday's memories, Feng Yazhi, who thought she had successfully disguised herself as Feng Qingyu
, recalled the important task given to her by the "Satanic Witch" Nalia before she left that morning:
"Sister Qingyu, according to the information you provided, Feng Yazhi will be secretly leaving
Suzaku City for a period of time. During this time, Feng Yazhi will likely arrange for you, as a shadow warrior, to impersonate her and
walk around Suzaku City as a precaution..."
"...Then, in five days, Lord Li Feng will be secretly arriving from the border. We'll work together from the inside and outside to
completely seize control of the entire Suzaku Clan!"
Nalia patted Feng Yazhi's soft shoulder, smiling encouragingly as she said:
"After it's done, Lord Li Feng will grant your wanton little hole the privilege of enjoying
the ultimate orgasm brought by your master's magnificent cock."
Upon hearing this, Feng Yazhi's face flushed a deep, alluring blush, seemingly both theatrical and coquettish. Her left hand shyly
kneaded the obvious "Succubus" mark—a blue wolf's head—on her increasingly wanton breasts, while her right hand
raised in a salute to Nalia. With a joyful, seductive voice, she said,
"Yes... 'Succubus' Feng Qingyu will not fail you... because Feng Nu... Feng Nu is so eagerly anticipating
Master's big cock."
In the mansion, while discussing the intelligence she had gathered with Feng Yi and Feng Xiang and recalling her previous memories, Feng Yazhi's
round, large breasts, hidden beneath her plain white shirt, trembled slightly. There, a wolf's head mark, which Feng Yazhi still believed to be painted
on, symbolizing the "Succubus," was shimmering with a faint blue light.
"Knowing their plans, we have the advantage of timing and location. Five days later, let us wait in comfort and
deliver a crushing blow. Let the Canglang Clan understand that the strength accumulated by the four great clans over a thousand years is not something
they can easily fathom,"
Feng Yazhi declared confidently. A strange mix of anticipation
and anxiety suddenly welled up within her.
What would happen in five days
?

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