【The Chronicles of a Lewd and Cruel Martial World: The Green Couple's Martial World】(Parts 3 & 4)

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Chapter Three
A full moon hung high in the night sky, its watery light bathing the tranquil mountains and land of Lingnan.
At that moment, on a hillside outside the western outskirts of Luozhou City, a group of figures approached from the woods.
They moved through the thicket, moonlight filtering through the dappled branches and leaves, illuminating the four men dressed in blue robes
. Each carried a large hemp sack, one after the other, as they meandered through the woods.
Using the dim moonlight filtering through the trees, the men trudged deeper into the forest
, the thick layer of fallen leaves and branches crunching under their feet. Gradually,
the two slightly thinner men at the back widened the gap between themselves and the two in front, their steps becoming increasingly labored
. Finally, in a clearing in the woods, the two men at the back threw their bags onto the ground with a thud
, plopped down, and began panting heavily.
The two men in front also stopped. They turned around and heard one of them, who seemed to be the leader,
shout, "Damn it, Mo Laosan, why did you stop?"
The lean man named Mo Laosan sat on the ground, panting heavily for a while, before finally
speaking, "Brother Zhao, let me rest for a bit!... We've walked for so long... I really can't carry any more!" Seeing this, the man surnamed Zhao
exchanged
a glance with the other man beside him, who carried two knives. The two of them had no
choice but to put their bags aside and sit down. The man surnamed Zhao pulled out a bamboo tube from his waist, pulled out the stopper, tilted
his head back, gulped down two mouthfuls, tossed it to the man beside him, and then laughed loudly, "..." "You son
of a bitch, Mo Laosan, did you skip dinner, or did some pretty girl at Ningxiang Pavilion wear you out
? You're such a pathetic coward after doing something so trivial for the young lady! You've completely
disgraced the Wen family! If Boss Wen of the fortress finds out, you'll definitely get a beating!
"
"Come on! Looking at Mo Laosan's poor state, which pretty girl at Ningxiang Pavilion would even look at him?
" The man carrying two swords took a couple of sips of wine from his bamboo tube, tossed it to Mo Laosan opposite him
, and laughed, "I bet our Third Master was thinking about that beautiful proprietress surnamed Su at the brothel, and he's
worn himself out!
" " ...Haha! Are you thinking about that woman surnamed Su or the young lady? Be careful, or Young Master Ding and Boss Wen will skin
you alive!"
Amidst the laughter, Mo Laosan's long face flushed red, and he chuckled awkwardly, saying, "Brothers, you
flatter me! We servants, who would dare to be disrespectful to the young lady? It's certainly better to come out with the young lady
than to be tormented by Boss Wen practicing martial arts and doing chores in the fortress. But it's not that we don't work hard, it's just that this dead
body on our shoulders is too heavy. How about we switch places with the thinner one from your side?"
The man surnamed Zhao laughed and scolded. " Mo Laosan, stop talking nonsense! You're always so lazy. There are only two
corpses, and the one I'm carrying is lighter than yours! Let's hurry up and clean them up so we can get back quickly
!"
Seeing the man surnamed Zhao about to stand up, a slightly younger
man sitting next to Mo Laosan hurriedly called out, "...Brother Zhao, wait!" He smiled obsequiously and said, "...Brother Zhao
, in my opinion...why don't we...clean them up here?"
"Here?" The man surnamed Zhao looked around, frowned, and said, "Why? Master Sheng
specifically instructed that they be carried a considerable distance before being burned!"
"I have something to say, brother, please don't be offended!" The younger man looked around again, and when he turned back,
a look of panic appeared on his face. He hesitated and stammered, "..." "But...
but I vaguely heard Brother Sheng and Young Master Ding say that the person you're carrying...was originally a dead
ghost or zombie...This makes me...feel a little...uneasy..."
The young man had barely uttered the word "ghost" when a chilling wind seemed to blow through the forest, sending a shiver down their spines
. The man surnamed Zhao shouted, "Nonsense! What
ghost or zombie exists in this world? I think you've had too much wine and your head's not clear!"
"...No, no, Brother Zhao!" The young man waved his hands frantically, trying to explain. He glanced
at the angry face of the man surnamed Zhao before whispering, "..." "I didn't drink tonight. I overheard
Miss Su and Master Sheng vaguely mentioning that this man was a living zombie whose soul had been possessed by a demonic cult, which is why
they wanted him burned. Actually, I've been terrified the whole way here..."
After hearing the young man's words, the men exchanged glances. The forest was deathly silent, with
only the occasional whistling of the mountain wind through the treetops, which sounded like the
wailing of ghosts from hell.
After a long silence, the man carrying two swords hesitated before speaking to the man surnamed Zhao, "...Brother Zhao, in my opinion,
we've gone far enough. Besides, we're all tired. Why don't we just finish them off here?"
"This..." The man surnamed Zhao seemed to hesitate as well, thinking for a moment before saying, "...Seeing
how tired everyone is, alright! Mo Laosan and I will dig a hole, you guys go cut some branches, and we'll
burn and bury them here. Damn it! The sooner we finish, the sooner we can go back. I was hoping to get a good night's sleep on the warm kang!
"
"Good! Brother Zhao is wise!"
Everyone immediately agreed in unison, getting up to get to work. Just then, Brother Zhao suddenly raised his hand,
stopping the other three: "Wait!
""Listen, what's that sound?"
Everyone immediately fell silent, listening intently to the sounds around them. Sure enough, amidst the whistling
of the mountain wind through the leaves and the occasional chirping of birds and insects, there seemed to be an indescribable sound mixed in,
like a woman's sobbing or an uncontrollable giggle.
The voice gradually became clearer. Of the other three, the young man and Mo Laosan were already
pale with fright, while Zhao Laoda's expression grew increasingly solemn. A clear clang
rang out as he slowly drew a gleaming broadsword from his waist. Holding the sword, Zhao Laoda roared
, "Who's playing tricks? We heroes of Wenjiabao don't fall for that! Get out here now
!"
Zhao Laoda's thunderous voice silenced all surrounding sounds, plunging the area into a
deathly stillness. The crowd strained to discern the sounds around them, when suddenly, a faint, eerie,
low murmur, like a female ghost demanding death, reached their ears.
"—Not—enough—!"
"What?" Boss Zhao frowned and looked down at the young man beside him, asking, "Listen to
what they're saying?" The young man was already deathly pale, his legs trembling uncontrollably
. "Listen, listen... I... I didn't hear clearly either..."
"Not enough... I said not enough..."
The voice suddenly became clearer. Looking from the direction it came from, a
dark figure had appeared under the shadow of a tree not far from them. Only by the dappled
moonlight filtering through the trees could they vaguely see that the figure was completely hidden in the darkness, standing silently
like a ghost, its face completely obscured.
In this deathly silence, the woman's voice came from the direction of the dark figure again. This time, the voice was
no longer eerie; it carried an indescribable, captivating languor and allure.
"I mean... the pits you've dug aren't enough... because... you're all going to die here..."
"Where did this fiend come from!" Seeing the other party appear, Boss Zhao pointed his knife at the shadowy figure and shouted, "
You pretentious witch, I'll dig another pit later and bury you in pieces!"
"Oh?... Hehehehehe..."
The shadowy figure let out a soft, melodious laugh, like the tinkling of silver bells, yet carrying an indescribable eeriness. After a while, the laughter
suddenly stopped, and a voice, as cold as ice, suddenly came: "Overestimating yourselves! You lowly ants
, may the demons of hell send you to the Yellow Springs!"
As the shadowy figure spoke coldly, dense footsteps suddenly echoed through the woods. Accompanied by the rustling
sound of footsteps, a few eerie crimson lights appeared in the bushes. Then, one after another, black-clad figures with twisted and
ugly faces, bloodshot eyes, and wielding gleaming broadswords
appeared before the group. In an instant, more than a dozen black-clad figures had surrounded the four people in
the clearing in the woods.
Although Mo Laosan and his men had been terrified, with a formidable enemy before them, they all
drew their weapons with a few clangs. The young man cried out, "Brother Zhao... Brother Zhao!... These people... these
people are those... living zombies whose souls have been possessed by the Demonic Sect..."
"What are you afraid of! Show your courage!" Zhao Laoda brandished his gleaming broadsword, his eyes wide with fury, and roared, "
Brothers, cut down these demonic sect fiends! Let them see the might of the heroes of Wenjiabao!"
"Kill!!"
With a thunderous roar, Zhao Laoda charged forward like an arrow, his broadsword striking
a black-clad man in front of him with the force of a thunderbolt. The black-clad man quickly parried with his longsword, and with a loud clang, Zhao
Laoda's powerful swing cleaved the black-clad man's longsword in two, sending him flying. "Boom!" With a thud, he crashed
into a large tree behind him. Even as he sheathed his sword, the momentum of his strike
was still building when he suddenly heard the sound of a blade cutting through the air behind him. He quickly dodged to the side, but felt a sharp pain in his back. Another
black-clad man had ambushed him with his longsword. Zhao Laoda roared and swung his sword back with lightning speed, cleaving one of the black-clad men in
two, head and shoulder. At that moment, shouts
and the clash of weapons came from not far away. The other three were also engaged in a desperate battle with the black-clad men.
Under the moonlight, the clearing in the woods was filled with the gleaming light of weapons. Shouts
and cries rang out intermittently, but all the shouts came from the four men of Wenjiabao. The black-clad men,
however, were completely silent, like demons undeterred by pain,
attacking the four men with deadly force. Of the four, Zhao the Elder had killed four men in black, but he himself was also wounded several times,
one of which penetrated deep into his internal organs. Despite this, he still struggled to withstand the combined
attack of the three men in black before him. In a brief moment, Zhao the Elder glanced at the mysterious figure under the tree. The mysterious figure
stood silently in the darkness, as if the deadly battle unfolding before him had never existed
.
The two sides fought for the time it takes to brew a cup of tea. Even though Zhao the Elder was as brave as a tiger, hacking down several men
, the black-clad assassins were numerous and fearless, and he couldn't break through their encirclement for the time being. Zhao the Elder grew
increasingly anxious. A moment later, he heard a scream from the young man not far away. Zhao the Elder turned
to see that the young man's leg had been severed, and he fell to the ground. Several men in black immediately surrounded him, hacking at him repeatedly.
He only let out a few screams before falling silent.
Another man wielding twin swords, witnessing his companion's death, roared like a wild beast, his eyes bloodshot . He
charged towards the young man's corpse, his swords flashing, and two more
men in black, finishing off the body, were felled by his ferocious strike. The man, enraged, let out a maniacal laugh, but the laughter abruptly
ceased. He had been stabbed through the back by a sword from one of the men in black. He looked down at
the crimson blade protruding from his chest, only having time to freeze for a moment before his head was severed and fell to the ground not far from Zhao Laoda .After rolling several times, it finally stopped, its eyes still wide open. 　　 "Damn it! You demonic cultists! I'll fight you to the death!" Zhao Laoda roared in grief and anger.

With a swift stroke, he cleaved one of the men in black in two at the waist. Turning around, a flash of cold light appeared behind him. Zhao Laoda roared
and staggered forward two steps. Looking back, he felt a numbness followed by excruciating pain; his left arm had just been
severed at the shoulder.
Zhao Laoda watched as the man in black was about to advance. His body was numb, and he was powerless to dodge. He
steeled himself, closing his eyes to die, when suddenly he saw the man in black freeze.
"Brother Zhao! Run!" Behind the man in black was Mo Laosan, covered in blood
, desperately clinging to the man about to strike, screaming, "Run! Brother Zhao! Quick…
..." His screams abruptly stopped as another man in black stabbed him from behind, the bloodied
blade piercing through the chest of the man he was holding, piercing them both. With a thud, the two men collapsed to
the ground, Mo Laosan still clinging tightly to his opponent.
"Damn you, Mo Laosan! You always run so fast, why didn't you run today when you could!" Zhao Laoda,
kneeling with one arm holding a knife, panted heavily. His bloodshot eyes, like those of a wild beast
, glared at the remaining men in black who were gradually closing in. His heart, bleeding, screamed, "Come on, all of you! Even if I die here today,
I'll make you all die with me!"
A cloud that had obscured the full moon swept by, dimming the moonlight before it brightened again. In the clearing in the woods,
Zhao Laoda, kneeling, trembled violently. Blood from his severed arm flowed continuously onto the muddy ground covered with withered leaves beneath him. He endured
the excruciating pain, gritting his teeth and gathering the last bit of strength within him, waiting for the enemy to approach before unleashing a final, desperate
attack. But just then, he suddenly noticed that the men in black had stopped moving. It turned out that the dark figure who had been hiding in the woods had
finally walked towards them.
The dark figure drew closer. Judging from her shape, she seemed to be a woman with a graceful and alluring figure, but her entire body
was shrouded in a cloak, even her face was hidden in darkness. She strolled leisurely through the forest
littered with corpses, gracefully approaching Zhao Laoda. Looking at
Zhao Laoda, who was bowing his head, leaning on his knife, and still trembling uncontrollably, she paused for a moment before saying, "Truly a good man of the Wen family! But I wonder, even now, do you
still want to live?" Her voice suddenly became incredibly gentle, filled with a deeply moving pity.
After a long while, a deep voice came from Zhao Laoda, who was bowing his head: "Speak!"
"Very good!" The mysterious woman seemed to smile, and she continued: "As long as you tell me
where the things on that corpse surnamed Ma went, you will naturally live!"
Zhao Laoda was silent for a long time, then suddenly his trembling body on his knees let out a slight laugh, which gradually
became louder, "Haha! So that's how it is, that's easy!"
"I'll send you to the Yellow Springs, and you can ask that Ma guy yourself, wouldn't that be better!"
The laughter suddenly stopped, accompanied by a thunderous roar. Zhao Laoda's body sprang up, and with
a strike that had been gathering for a long time, as fast as lightning, the blade swung upwards towards the mysterious woman's head. With a thud,
a cloud of blood mist rose under the moonlight. Zhao Laoda felt his body lighten, and then he was shocked to find that his head had flown
into the air. What surprised him even more was not the thin, blood-dripping thread on the mysterious woman's body, but
the face revealed after his blade had slashed off her cloak hood. In the bright moonlight, that stunningly beautiful face
belonged to none other than Wen Jing, the eldest daughter of the Wen family!
With a "thud," Zhao Laoda's head fell from the air to the ground, rolled twice, and stopped, his eyes
wide open, still displaying anger, astonishment, and disbelief.
The woman who resembled Wen Jing looked at Zhao Laoda's still-open head on the ground,
a disdainful smile appearing on her face. Ignoring the stunned men in black standing nearby, she slowly walked to the
two burlap sacks that the Wen family man had still tossed aside. The woman raised her hand, revealing slender, delicate fingers. With
a light flick of her wrist, two bags tore open as if sliced by a sharp blade. One bag contained the
black-clad puppet assassin, while the other, a dark-skinned, naked man, was none other than Master Ma Liu's corpse.
The woman stared for a moment, then expressionlessly turned and walked towards the edge of the woods. Standing on the hillside, she gazed down
at the city of Luozhou. A mountain breeze blew, causing her cloak to billow, her red robes fluttering beneath. The sky was dotted with stars
, and under the moonlight, the dark, thick walls of Luozhou were faintly visible, standing like a prehistoric behemoth
on the plains between the mountains of Lingnan, ready to devour everything.
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It was late at night, but in an elegant room in the backyard of Ningxiang Tower, the lingering fragrance of incense from the bronze incense burner
was still wafting, and the red candles on the table were burning brightly, creating a scene of springtime charm.
On the warm bed in the room, Wen Jing, her lightly loosened robes, leaned against Ding Peng's naked arms. Her slender hands gently
stroked Ding Peng's still-wet, white, and erect penis, which had just withdrawn from her vagina before ejaculation.
She leaned in and kissed Ding Peng's cheek, softly laughing, "You little rascal, I'm so sorry to have to trouble you! Jing'er
needs to dress up first. Could you please go and tell Brother Sheng that Jing'er is going to see him tonight?
"
She giggled, "Little Peng'er, you're going to be cuckolded again! I want to see if you, as her husband,
feel any pangs of jealousy? Are you really reluctant to part with me?"
"This little rascal, of course I'm reluctant to part with Miss!" Ding Peng gently caressed Wen Jing's
exposed, proud breasts, while also turning his head to lightly brush his nose against a few strands of hair near her earlobe,
laughing as he said... Miss sent Peng'er to deliver a message, but Peng'er was worried about being laughed at by Brother Sheng! He was now filled with
regret and begged Miss to retract her order and spare him the errand! "
Hmph! You say you don't want to coax me, but I know you're secretly hoping for it! Otherwise, why is your annoying little
rod so hard?"Wen Jing giggled as Ding Peng's nose brushed against hers, but she gently bit her lip
and lightly patted Ding Peng's erect penis, feigning anger as she said, "This is so rude and outrageous!"
"You lowly servant, how dare you disobey my orders? Tonight, I'm going to accompany Brother Sheng, and I'll punish you, you
lowly servant, by making you bathe me first, then taking me to Brother Sheng's place, so you can put this green hat on
yourself...hehe..."
"Yes! It's Peng'er's fault, Miss deserves the punishment!" Ding Peng smiled and gently placed Wen Jing
on the soft mattress beside the bed, saying with a smile, "I'll do whatever Miss arranges. Peng'er will go prepare the fragrant bath and
serve Miss a bath later!"
"You annoying little Peng'er, that's more like it!" Wen Jing leaned against the bedside, leaned
over from behind Ding Peng with a smile, and lightly bit his ear, saying softly, "Go quickly! Tomorrow, when Jing'er comes back
, I'll keep you company. I wonder what other good places there are in Luozhou City? Let's go and have a good look around!"
Chapter Four

After a short while, the elegant room gradually filled with warm steam and the delicate fragrance of flower petals.
In the inner chamber's bathing area, Wen Jing, clad only in a pale red silk robe, her naked, exquisite figure was
faintly visible. She gently pushed open the door, turned past the carved screen, and entered a large, exquisitely decorated bathtub.
The bathwater, filled with floating flower petals, was filled with warm steam and a delicate floral scent.
Wen Jing tilted her head back, letting her cascading hair fall freely. She gently gathered her dark hair with a hairpin, and with her slender fingers, she loosened
the ribbon at her waist. As her thin, gauze-like silk robe slid to the floor, her beautiful, exquisite, snow-white
body, as flawless as jade, was fully revealed in the misty air. Her breasts were full
and firm, and within the slightly wider pink areolas atop her snow-white peaks, the delicate, rosy nipples
stood proudly and alluringly. Standing erect, her slender waist framed her long, full, and taut legs, and
between them, a mysterious inverted triangle of pubic hair gleamed with an alluring, dark sheen,
revealing glimpses of her tender, bright red labia.
Wen Jing, her bare feet adorned with red nail polish, gracefully stepped into the bath, one hand lightly covering her breasts
. Once in the water, she let out a soft sigh and leaned against the edge, immersing herself in the warm water
. She gently closed her beautiful eyes, then slowly opened them after a moment. Beside her,
Ding Peng, who had been carrying a wooden tray containing small porcelain bottles and jars, was now kneeling on the edge of the tub. He was completely naked, still wearing a cloak tied around his waist
, his erect penis standing tall, smiling intently at her. Wen Jing blushed slightly under his gaze
, lightly covering her breasts with her hand and playfully scolding, "..." "You wretched servant, are you really good at light footwork? When did you
sneak in without a sound?"
"Didn't Miss say that Peng'er was to serve you during your bath?" Ding Peng smiled and placed the wooden tray in
front of Wen Jing, saying, "This is the Heavenly Mountain Thousand-Year Ice Lotus Cream for Miss's face. Peng'er has already asked Sister Su to make it,
and I brought it here for Miss to try!" "Is that so? This is the Thousand-Year Ice Lotus 　　Flower
that the Heavenly Mountain Sect has the legendary ability to bring the dead back to life and reverse aging ?" 　　 Wen Jing smiled, lightly lifting her slender hand to remove the lid of a small porcelain cup on the wooden tray. She used her delicate, spring-like fingers to 　　scrape some snow-white cream powder inside, moistened the back of her hand, spread some on her jade cheek, and after a moment smiled 　　, "It really feels cool and comfortable! Little Peng'er, did you ask Sister Su to make it according to the recipe?" 　　 "Of course!" Ding Peng laughed, "Their Tianshan Sect's 'Qingrong Manual' and the thousand-year-old ice lotus are 　　incredibly precious treasures. Peng'er only stole two of their flowers, 　　but he's almost memorized the book after only reading it once! I wonder if those beauty-preserving secrets in the book are effective. 　　After Peng'er brought them back, it troubled Sister Su for quite a few days before she finally made them for you, Miss!" 　　 Wen Jing smiled slightly, "You naughty Peng'er! I heard they only have five or six ice lotuses in their Heavenly Pool. 　　You stole so many! If that old woman from the Tianshan Sect called Lingbo Fairy finds out, she'll hate you to death! 　　I don't care to use their things, but if you get caught, I won't care!" 　　 Ding Peng laughed, "How could Peng'er be so bad?" "It's all because of those Tianshan Sect people we encountered in Sichuan last time 　　. They said their sect leader was the most beautiful woman in the martial world, and Peng'er couldn't stand it, so she went to pick a couple of flowers and 　　peeked at a book. If it were Brother Sheng, he probably would have burned them all down!" 　　 Wen Jing chuckled as she splashed hot water on herself. "As for the title of the most beautiful woman in the martial world, 　　I wouldn't dare claim it myself. But I've heard that Lingbo Fairy is nearly fifty, yet her face is still like 　　that of a young girl. If that's true, what's so magical about her 'Qingrong Ji'? I really want to see it! 　　" She turned to Ding Peng and smiled, "Thank you so much, little Peng'er. Since you're being so attentive, 　　I'll reward you by giving me a massage!" 　　 Ding Peng handed her a towel and smiled, "As long as you like it, I'll be very happy!" Wen Jing smiled sweetly, 　　took the bath towel to cover herself, stepped out of the pool, walked to the small bamboo bed by the pool, spread her hair, covered her breasts, and 　　leaned over, revealing her fair, jade-like bare back and snowy buttocks. Ding Peng poured some 　　shimmering oil from the porcelain bottle on the wooden tray, rubbed it in his hands, and began to massage Wen Jing's beautiful back with light pressure. Wen Jing 　　closed her beautiful eyes lightly, smiling as she let his fair hands do as they pleased on her beautiful back and snowy buttocks. 　　 Ding Peng moved down Wen Jing's jade-like back, past her two jade-like buttocks, and massaged her slender and taut thighs. As his 　　fingers lightly stroked the inside of Wen Jing's snowy white thighs, he let out a soft "Eh," and said in surprise, "Jing'er... 　　the injury you accidentally got on your leg when you sparred with Boss Wen last time, I wonder what medicine you used, how did it heal 　　so quickly? In just a few days, your skin is completely healed and so delicate, it's really amazing!" " 　　 Yes, I didn't expect to recover so quickly!"Wen Jing turned around and smiled slightly, saying, 　　"Let Peng'er take a good look, there's something really fun to see!" She stretched out her slender left hand, her 　　nails painted with red nail polish, and ran them across her right snow-white wrist, causing bright red blood to immediately flow from her wrist.

Ding Peng frowned, puzzled, and asked, "Jing'er, what's wrong...?"
"Peng'er, look!" Wen Jing smiled and stretched out her snow-white, lotus-like arm in front of Ding Peng. Ding Peng looked closely and was surprised
to find that the bleeding from the wound on Wen Jing's wrist had stopped, and after a moment, the skin had healed automatically,
completely as before. On that snow-white, jade-like wrist, there was not a trace of injury. Wen Jing, a young woman,
smiled smugly, "How about it? Isn't the mental cultivation method in the *Longevity and Joy Manual* quite interesting?"
Ding Peng exclaimed in surprise, "This is the martial art from the *Longevity and Joy Manual*, passed down through generations of your Wen family
? Little Jing'er, I never expected you to be so amazing! Your father, so skilled, never mastered this martial
art, yet you've succeeded!"
Wen Jing smiled slightly, "Not really! The martial arts within the *Longevity and Joy Manual* are incredibly profound. I've
only just begun to grasp the basics. Right now, I can only control some internal energy to help heal wounds. I once heard Brother Wen say
that if one can reach the pinnacle of mastery, not only will one's martial arts be unmatched, but one can also recover from any injury, no matter how severe.
That's the true mystery of the *Longevity and Joy Manual*!"
But then, her tone shifted, and she frowned slightly, saying... "It's just a pity that this 'Longevity and Joy Manual' is too strange
. Even among the Wen family, not everyone can practice it. My father never mastered the
skills in it. Before he died, he passed it on to my elder brother Wen Chonghu. And even in the many years that my elder brother has been in charge of the family
, he has never practiced it. Now he has given it to me, but why have I achieved some success?
" She looked up and smiled at Ding Peng, "I wonder if this strange martial art is unsuitable for men to practice?
Otherwise, wouldn't it be better if you, my husband, also mastered it?"
Ding Peng shook his head and smiled, "I appreciate your kindness, Miss! However, this is
a martial arts secret passed down through generations of your Wen family. I think it's better if I don't look at it!" Wen Jing smiled and let him help her lie face
down on the bed again. Ding Peng gently pinched her nipple and teased her, " " You unruly little
slut, with this powerful martial arts technique, no one can control you anymore! It's just a pity for
Brother Wen, the head of the household in the fortress; he'll have even more headaches dealing with this little devil from now on!"
Wen Jing lay back on the soft cushions of the fragrant bed, letting Ding Peng gently massage her body, while
giggling smugly, "If Brother Wen has a headache or fever, Sister Su Mei will take care of him; Little Jing doesn't need to worry!
I think you're talking about yourself, your servant? If you can't control this unruly little slut from now on,
you cuckolded servant will be bullied even more by me! Hehe… Ah… Ya! …Be gentle…
" As she spoke, Ding Peng's fingers gently probed between her two snowy buttocks,
sliding back and forth on the tender skin between her vulva and anus. His thumb occasionally lightly glided across and pressed Wen Jing's slightly open, brown
anus. Even this light touch of intense stimulation caused Wen Jing to gently twist her body and occasionally let out a "whimpering"
moan.
Ding Peng gently inserted a finger into Wen Jing's slightly open anus. He immediately felt her
warm intestines eagerly contract and suck on his finger. Ding Peng leaned down and smiled slightly, "Jing'er,
your little hole is getting more and more lewd! Even this anus is so good at sucking. No wonder even Master Ma only
inserted it a few times before ejaculating. It makes Peng'er's heart itch too!"
"Ah... um... really? Little Jing'er herself... also feels that since practicing the Longevity and Joy Technique,
... her nature has become more and more lewd..." Wen Jing also smiled gently. Ding Peng felt that her lush private
parts were gradually overflowing with lewd nectar from between her two flower lips. He was about to push his finger deeper into her honey
hole when she gently shook him, and the finger inserted into her anus was spat out by her contraction and relaxation.
"No...no! You greedy, lowly servant...Jing'er isn't your woman tonight...hehe
..."
Wen Jing chuckled softly, then raised her hand and ripped open the
white cloth covering Ding Peng's crotch, which was stretched high. Her slender hand grasped his fair, erect penis and began to stroke it gently.
Although Ding Peng's penis wasn't very large, and there were only a few light patches of pubic hair
around his fair scrotum and full penis, as Wen Jing stroked it back and forth with a smile,
clear, lustful fluid continuously secreted from the slightly parted, red glans, dripping down in long, thin strands from the glans.
"Ah...good Jing'er...good Miss...Peng'er's penis is so tingly...so comfortable!...This servant
also wants to insert into Miss's anus for a while...to let this servant's slutty semen shoot out happily..."
Wen Jing's few thrusts stimulated Ding Peng so much that he couldn't help but gasp . Intense pleasure
spread from his glans and penis to his lower abdomen, making his whole body tremble in waves, as if he was about to
ejaculate. Ding Peng gritted his teeth and frowned, trying to suppress the urge to ejaculate, feeling
the intense pleasure of the naked beauty in front of him masturbating. While masturbating him, Wen Jing
said softly with a smile, "...No! You lowly servant, you want to defile my body again...
Tonight, Jing'er's anus and vagina belong to Brother Sheng. Jing'er needs to bathe and clean them for him... You lowly servant, you don't deserve it... Do you understand
?... "
"...Then... what about the semen that Master Ma Liu ejaculated into your anus...?... "
"Oh... I forgot..." Wen Jing smiled cutely at Ding Peng, "Then... what should we do?... "
" Peng'er has an idea... " Ding Peng leaned over, and Wen Jing stopped her masturbation with a smile. Ding Peng
whispered something in her ear, and Wen Jing's cheeks flushed red. Finally, Ding Peng smiled and said, "
What do you think, Miss?" Wen Jing remained silent, her face full of shyness. After a long while, she smiled and whispered, "You servant, you always have these strange
tricks! Let me see them first!""Yes! Peng'er obeys!" 　　 Ding Peng smiled and turned to leave, returning shortly with a delicate little wooden box in his hand. Ding Peng placed the box 　　on the small table beside Wen Jingxiang's bed and opened it. Inside the box were several items that resembled instruments of torture.

The items were strangely shaped. Wen Jing blushed and lightly spat, "I told you to bring the things for cleaning your private parts,
but you brought these things instead?"
"Don't worry, Miss, please look!" Ding Peng smiled and took out a small porcelain bottle, a large leather
bag and a pair of shiny black shackles from the box, as well as a male phallus made of shiny brass, which was
slightly longer and thinner than a real man's. Ding Peng connected the thin tube at the end of his penis to the leather pouch, then picked up the
shackles and smiled at Wen Jing, saying, "These shackles for enema are originally used when beautiful and chivalrous women like you, Jing'er
, fall into the hands of the Demonic Sect and are subjected to rape and torture. When the torture is used, you are first shackled,
this man's penis is inserted deep into your anus, then the milk in this leather pouch
is mixed with the aphrodisiac powder in this porcelain bottle, and then it is forcibly poured into your anus and intestines through the penis. When your belly is swollen, your urge to defecate becomes
stronger, and your whole body is tormented by burning lust, they will then plug your anus and slowly torture
and ravage you, taking turns raping you, before finally making you ejaculate!"
Ding Peng continued with a smile: " This set of torture instruments, Peng'er went to great lengths to secretly
borrow it from Sister Su. Today, Jing'er, will you take this opportunity of washing your anus to try out the pleasure of this thing?"
Upon hearing this, Wen Jing's pretty face flushed red, her body trembled slightly, and she seemed to be lost in thought after hearing these words.
It took her a while to come back to her senses, and she hurriedly bit her pearly teeth and spat with a smile: "You naughty Peng'er, you're always up to no good. You say
you're serving me while I bathe, but you always find ways to torment me!" As she laughed and scolded, her beautiful eyes were
attracted to the sex toys in the wooden box. She stared intently as she gently examined the items in the wooden box, smiling as she said
, "I didn't expect Sister Su to have so many strange trinkets from the Demonic Sect!" She then took out another item
and smiled at Ding Peng, "You wretched servant, what is this?"
In her hand was a dark, inverted triangular metal plate, with several thin iron chains and clasps attached to its edge.
Inside were some intricately crafted springs forming long cylinders. Ding Peng glanced at it and laughed, "This thing isn't
very good; it's better not to tell me!" Wen Jing, feigning anger, put on a stern face and said, "You wretched servant! I
asked you, why are you refusing to tell me now?"
Ding Peng could only frown and smile helplessly. This thing is called a phallus lock, a
torture device used by the Demonic Sect to torment men. During torture, the spring behind this iron plate is placed on the man's penis, and then the chain
is locked around his hips. The man's penis will be stuck, unable to achieve an erection, and unable to masturbate. Once a man
wears this device, if his penis cannot become erect during torture and he cannot ejaculate through masturbation, he
will suffer unbearable pain!
"I see!" Wen Jing chuckled softly, "These torture devices of the Demonic Sect are quite interesting
… then Jing'er will try them! …But… but Jing'er is afraid…"
Seeing Wen Jing's hesitant expression, Ding Peng smiled, "What are you worried about, Jing'er?" Wen Jing's cheeks flushed red, and after
a long while, she whispered, "…" Jing'er fears that if she were to undergo the enema torture later, her vagina might not be able to withstand the torment of lust
and would allow you, her servant, to rape her. What would she do then? Unless…” Her eyes flickered, and she picked up the phallus lock from the box, laughing, “
Unless you, my lowly servant, put it on, I won’t feel at ease!”
“This… alright! Since Miss Jing'er has given the order, Peng'er will obey!” Ding Peng had no choice but
to calm himself down and let his penis droop slightly. Wen Jing smiled and gently slipped the iron spring onto Ding Peng
’s fair penis. With a soft “click,” the spring locked Ding Peng’s penis and testicles tightly.
Wen Jing then passed the iron chain through his buttocks and locked them. At this moment, it looked as if Ding Peng was wearing an iron three-
cornered cloak covering his crotch. Wen Jing chuckled as she tucked the small key from the spring into her hairpin, saying, "Hehe...it really
suits you perfectly, you bastard! I wonder how it feels?...Ah!..."
Ding Peng grabbed Wen Jing, frowning as he laughed, "My cheap cunt can't get erect, so it's naturally very uncomfortable
! But now, it's my turn to serve you, Miss, isn't it?"
Wen Jing playfully pinched his buttocks, then turned her back, her wrists
snapping into a pair of cold iron shackles. Ding Peng grabbed Wen Jing's two rosy nipples, applying a little
force as he laughed, "You little slut, now you're in my hands! I'll torture you
until you beg for life, beg for death, and see if you'll confess!"
Wen Jing's hands were cuffed behind her back, and she giggled as she tried to move, but her breasts were pinched and she couldn't move. She
laughed as she said, "..." "You bastard lackey of the demonic sect! Now that I've fallen into your hands, don't be so gentle with
me. Use every cruel torture imaginable on me!"
"You little slut! Kneel on the bed and stick your ass out so I can have a good look at your filthy
place!" Ding Peng pretended to be fierce, but gently pressed Wen Jing onto the fragrant bed. Wen Jing knelt
on the bed, raising her two jade buttocks high. Beneath her white jade-like back were a pair of hanging breasts, the rosy
nipples rising and falling slightly with her breath. Between her snow-white legs, among the thick pubic hair
, the pink vaginal flesh glistening with lustful fluid was faintly visible between the slightly parted pale red labia.
Above her vagina, the light brown anus with radiating wrinkles was also slightly opening and closing.
"How is it? Aren't my little hole and anus beautiful?...Young master, do you want to rape me hard
? Hehe...Ah...Ah!..." Wen Jing said, while teasingly
swaying her fragrant buttocks from side to side. Suddenly, a long moan came from her throat. It turned out that Ding
Peng behind her had lowered his face between her buttocks and was licking her anus and vagina with his tongue.Ding Peng's tongue deftly slipped between Wen Jing's labia, gently probing her juicy vaginal opening. 　　He scraped out the acidic, viscous fluid that was constantly secreting from her stimulated vagina, and then flicked it upwards to the area around her slightly 　　open anus. Soon, Wen Jing's anus, like her little cunt, began to contract and open 　　, the surrounding area wet with her own fluids.

However, after licking for a while, Ding Peng
realized that the most private parts and anus of the naked beauty beneath him were clearly visible, and her lewd scent filled his nose and mouth. As a result, his previously composed mind became even more agitated and
restless. He felt his penis hard and longed to achieve an erection, but because of the penis lock
, it was painful as soon as it was about to become erect. Only then did he realize how powerful this torture device was. He dared not provoke her any further. He
stood up, picked up the dildo and the aphrodisiac-filled leather bag, and slapped Wen Jing's high, round buttocks with a "smack," laughing
, "You little slut, just wait and see how powerful I am!"
"You lowly servant! Quickly...use that dildo to insert...first into my little hole...then into my asshole
...okay?...Ah...ah!..." Wen Jing suddenly cried out, tilting her head back. Ding Peng had
forcefully inserted the dildo into her already slick vagina. Because it was for an enema, the dildo
was thinner. Wen Jing's genitals, already swollen from Ding Peng's stimulation, were easily penetrated by
him.
"Ah!...Ah...Ah...Jing'er feels so good...I want more..."
Wen Jing cried out repeatedly, but Ding Peng only inserted his penis for a moment before suddenly pulling it out. Wen Jing felt
a wave of emptiness wash over her vagina, and cried out "Ah!" Then she felt Ding Peng
slowly push the wet, semen-covered dildo into her anus. Wen Jing's body and breasts trembled uncontrollably
, and she moaned "Ah...Ah...Mmm...Ah...!!"
continuously. The chains on her hands rattled, and the sphincter muscles of her anus contracted repeatedly until the penis was completely inside her rectum
. Then she felt a gush of hot liquid suddenly spurt out from the glans of the penis,
more than ejaculate, continuously pouring into her anus.
"Ah...so much...so much...Jing'er...can't take it anymore...you lowly servant...Jing'er's asshole
...is so hot...ah...ah!"
Ding Peng ignored Wen Jing's incoherent cries, only squeezing the leather pouch until, after a while,
all the milk mixed with aphrodisiacs in the pouch was poured into Wen Jing's asshole through the dildo. Only then did he remove the pouch and throw it
aside. He smiled and gently stroked Wen Jing's slightly protruding belly, which looked like she was pregnant, and slowly played
with Wen Jing's large and full breasts, seemingly leisurely appreciating the lewd scene of the number one beauty in the martial arts world
kneeling in front of him naked, her hands cuffed behind her back, and a dildo inserted between her high, jade-like buttocks
.
"...You wretched slave...you bad Peng'er...torturing Jing'er like this...Jing'er can't hold back anymore...my hole
wants it so much...my anus wants to cum...ah...ah ah..." Only a short while later
, Wen Jing felt her lower body's hole was infinitely sensitive, yet burning hot, while her intestines and anus were filled
with an extremely strong urge to defecate. This double pressure and the stimulation of shame made her tremble uncontrollably. Ding Peng
saw that her clitoris, as large as a bean, was sticking straight out of the labia due to the stimulation of the aphrodisiac. He took out
a wooden bucket and placed it under Wen Jing's anus, then smiled and lifted Wen Jing's trembling head,
gently wiping away the tear stains on Wen Jing's beautiful eyes, and pressed his lips to hers and kissed her.
Their lips parted after a long silence. Ding Peng pinched and played with her clitoris between his legs, smiling as he said
, "You lewd little Jing'er! If some demonic cultist were to rape you right now, you'd probably
give in, wouldn't you?"
"Ah...yes...no matter who it is...as long as he rapes Jing'er with his penis right now...Jing'er would give in to him..."
"Then...what about me, husband?... " Ding Peng chuckled softly,
"Ah...I don't want...your lowly servant's...penis..." Wen Jing rested her head on Ding Peng's
shoulder, panting as she said, " "Jing'er wants Brother Sheng's penis... Jing'er misses him! ...Good Peng'er
... Let Jing'er... cum..."
Ding Peng smiled and kissed Wen Jing's lips. Wen Jing also stuck out her fragrant tongue and entangled it with his.
While kissing her, Ding Peng reached down to her crotch and rubbed her clitoris hard. With his other hand, he grasped the dildo and slowly pulled it
out. Suddenly, he pulled it out forcefully, while at the same time, he pinched her clitoris hard with his other hand and
forcefully inserted the rest of his fingers into her wet vagina.
"
Ah
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Ahh
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