The ending of Huang Rong and her mother's hypnosis and training

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Chapter Twelve
Finally, finally I'm back in my familiar bed! Although the incense and bone flute are gone... this
feeling is just too good. I've been lying in bed for three days straight.
"Xiao Wu! Get up..." Without the incense, my control over Guo Fu is weakening. Although
we can still make love often, I can feel the disgust in her words returning. I
really am a useless person. Although Guo Fu is domineering, she still cherishes her first time. The reason she's
still is because some of her previous lust remains.
"Get up! Mother has made breakfast..." For some reason, Guo Fu has started to feel disgusted with
Xiao Wu, whom she used to love so passionately. Every night in her dreams, she dreams of things that seem to have happened before,
ambiguous, both real and unreal.
She doesn't understand if she really likes Xiao Wu, whether her feelings for Yang Guo are
the same as her feelings for Xiao Wu. Sleeping in again… If it were three or four days ago, Guo Fu would probably have happily given me a good morning
kiss, but now, a faint sense of disdain welled up within her. Why is this?
Don't love Brother Xiao Wu?
"I know~ Fu'er…" I smiled, "Come on, give me a kiss." Although Guo Fu was still a little confused,
she shyly came over and kissed me on the cheek.
"Aren't you coming with me?" After I finished dressing, I saw that Guo Fu was already dressed to go out
. She hadn't been out for a long time. Is it really going to go back to the way things were before?
"I… I've eaten. I want to go out for a bit…" Guo Fu didn't know how to answer me. She
seemed to want to avoid me, her face flushed, but she didn't know how to start.
"Okay. Come back soon." I waved goodbye. Do I have nothing left now? My master's wife
hasn't said much these past few days, or rather, I haven't had a proper conversation with her since I came back. I looked at the erotic book that the old lama had given me, which I had already finished reading
these past days. The book contained a Buddhist esoteric mantra and
a unique technique called dual-body manipulation, but it only worked through sex. Now that my master's wife couldn't even touch me, how could I
practice it? Or perhaps, if my junior sister wouldn't let me touch her, it was better to have nothing at all.
"Sigh..." I put the book away and walked towards the front hall.
"Good morning, master's wife..." I ate my food. Huang Rong sat at the table, seemingly lost in thought,
creating an awkward silence. I broke the silence after a long pause. No, I had to find a chance to talk to my master's wife;
I would never forget that day.
"..." Huang Rong didn't answer, her bright eyes as deep as a starry sea.
"Master's wife, about what happened before... it was that man in white who made me do this... but later I also made mistakes
... I... I..." I stammered out the explanation I had wanted to give.
"No need to say anymore..." Huang Rong blushed. For someone as experienced as her, this was also
a form of forbearance. She tried hard not to see or speak to me, but she too harbored bitterness.
"Actually, Master's wife, everything I said to you... when I went to rescue you that day, it was all true..."
I said. I was a little afraid of Master's wife's reaction.
That lecherous bastard, writing "I love you" on my butt... um... Huang Rong blushed, but calmly said,
"The past is gone, remember there's no possibility again. Xiao Wu, you're still young, you have a bright future ahead of you. Don't
underestimate yourself ."
"Master's wife!" I put down the food in my hand, "I... I can't... I really like you... I like
everything about ..." I said, perhaps because there was still a trace of the previous hint, or perhaps Huang Rong herself
was also suffering. My confession made Huang Rong a little flustered.
"Master's wife... your hand..." I turned and pointed to the bruises on her wrist.
"Um..." Huang Rong came back to her senses, "Leading troops in battle will inevitably result in falls and injuries. These scars
are nothing ..." She subconsciously pressed her left hand against her right wrist, not wanting me to see.
"Actually, I saw it as soon as I got back. My master's wife has not only wounds on her wrists, but also in many other places... I feel so
sorry for her, but with my master here, I dare not say anything." I sighed softly .
"You silly boy... My master's wife knows the medical skills of Peach Blossom Island, these wounds are nothing." Huang Rong
was happy. Guo Jing, that blockhead, hadn't said such words for so many days, and she couldn't help but feel a surge of warmth in her heart.
"Let me see, okay... Master's wife..." I said, "Let me see your wounds... I don't know how to treat
wounds, but I really feel sorry for you, Master's wife. If it were me, I would have dodged it." "
..." Huang Rong blushed, "You're talking nonsense again... There's a difference between men and women, and how
can a brat like you see my wounds?" She vaguely recalled the pleasures of the past, even her little buttocks and vagina had been
invaded and humiliated by this boy. However, a thought flickered in my mind, and Huang Rong's eyes darted around. "I do have a few injuries that I
haven't been able to apply. These past few days, your master has been busy capturing Mongol spies everywhere. I've fallen behind.
Could you help me apply the medicine?"
"Yes, yes, yes..." I was afraid Huang Rong would change her mind, but applying medicine was already a remarkable improvement.
Huang Rong blushed and removed her light veil. Although she was still wearing a white, fitted outfit, her slender and shapely
curves were still clearly visible. Her lotus-root-like, milky-white forearms had some bruises,
and there were also red lines with traces of blood on the back of her beautiful and dignified neck. Although they were all minor injuries, they still left traces on her
perfect body.
"Xiao Wu...?" Seeing my dazed expression, Huang Rong asked softly.
"Ah?" I came back to my senses. I could never tire of looking at my master's wife's body; she was still as beautiful as the goddess Luo Shen and Xi Shi.
"Has my master's wife become ugly...?" Huang Rong lowered her head, every scar a
result of her battles with the Mongols. Although she possessed the secret techniques of Peach Blossom Island to heal herself, even the best medicine takes time,
and now she was covered in wounds.
"Master's wife..." I said emotionally, "No, master's wife. You are so beautiful, everything about you is beautiful...
I love everything about you..."
"Mmm... um... never say those words again." Huang Rong lay prone on the soft couch in the front hall, lost
in thought, perhaps she couldn't forget it either. In that place, being so ruthlessly penetrated, yet it felt so
good.
I took the wound-cleaning medicine Huang Rong had given me, sat beside her, and gently massaged
her bruises with the medicine on my fingers.
"Mmm..." Huang Rong made a soft nasal sound, her starry eyes sparkling. Her body exuded a faint fragrance. Although...
She had completely remembered everything, but the sensations in her body were still there—the feeling of
having no . She wanted to escape, yet she was also intoxicated by hope. "I can't do this
... I'm Huang Rong, I have Jing-gege's... I can't go on like this..." Huang Rong's mind was in turmoil.
"Is it comfortable here?" Seeing my serious question, Huang Rong couldn't help but want to continue. She
couldn't bear to hurt me, and she herself felt extremely comfortable. It wasn't just the medicine, but also
the heat and pressure from my fingers.
"A little... it's okay..." Huang Rong didn't dare look at me. Her body, lying prone, was covered in sweat. Her close-fitting
white trousers tightly hugged her plumpness and mounds, and beads of moisture rose from her shapely buttocks and mounds.
"So many wounds... Master's wife... it's been so many days... and they haven't healed yet..." I said, showing
a look of heartache. I placed the medicine in my palm and gently massaged Huang Rong's
back, which she couldn't reach herself. My hand slipped inside the sleeve of her sleeveless white dress; her back was incredibly soft and smooth, with slight
swelling and bluish tinges.
"Mmm...mmm...uh..." She couldn't tell if it was the pain from the medicine or the comfort of my massage.
Huang Rong stared at the empty space in front of her on the soft couch, letting out a soft moan. Should I have asked Xiao Wu
to do this today? This feels so strange...I should have waited for Brother Jing to come back and apply the medicine for me. Where is his hand
...touching my buttocks?
Her face was hidden by her hair, but Huang Rong's face was already flushed, almost dripping with shyness. Her lower body
was extremely wet. She wanted to rub her feet together to soothe her slightly uncomfortable vulva, but I was right beside her;
I knew I would be discovered. Huang Rong dared not move, yet dared not relax, her hands pressed against her chest, her alluring breasts
sinking into a blissful state.
"Ah, here..." Huang Rong, lost in thought, suddenly heard me exclaim.
"What's wrong? Xiao Wu..." Huang Rong snapped out of her reverie and blinked.
"Here, here... Master's wife, does it hurt...?" I pointed to a spot on her lower back
where there was a thin, thread-like cut, a pale purple, completely different from other wounds. It
was a place most people would never see; even when bathing, they wouldn't notice such a small wound.
"No... I don't feel anything at all... What's wrong... there?" Huang Rong felt a vague
sensation ; something was definitely wrong.
"There's a purple wound here that hasn't healed yet. Could it be poisoning?" On the battlefield, many people
would coat their weapons with poison to achieve a fatal blow. Although this wound wasn't deep, it was clearly
not a minor injury. I described the wound to Huang Rong, and she frowned.
"From what you've said, Xiao Wu... it seems to be just a common toad venom, which can slow wound healing and paralyze
the body. It's not a big deal, as long as I wash it with clean water tonight," Huang Rong replied gently.
"Will it leave a scar if it's not treated properly?" I asked nervously.
"Yes, yes..." Huang Rong smiled, thinking to herself, silly Xiao Wu, even if there is a scar, I have my
Peach Blossom Island's unique ointment, so I'm not afraid of that.
"Then how can Master's wife wash it clean by herself tonight? The wound is on her lower back," I said.
Seeing my nervous look, Huang Rong felt a warmth in her heart. "It's alright, Xiao Wu, you've told me
the location . I naturally have a way to wash it clean."
"No... let me help Master's wife wash it clean... I don't want Master's wife to have any scars..." A hot
hand caressed Huang Rong's waist, and she pulled up her shirt, which was still tucked into her pants, revealing a patch of white jade-like
back.
"Xiao Wu..." Huang Rong glanced at me but didn't resist. My hot palm
burned , and this feeling of being cared for constantly reminded her of the time in the front hall and
the wooden hut in the valley.
Never mind, I remembered a move from the Dual Body Technique, silently chanting an incantation. My tongue twisted into
a , and I lay on Huang Rong's back, gently licking her wound. "Master's wife, I'll suck out the poison
... and then it'll be fine."
"Xiao Wu... don't do this, I told you... we can't do this..." Huang Rong was tormented; reason
told her she couldn't continue like this. But my tongue seemed to possess a strange magic on her wound,
making her feel incredibly comfortable. Xiao Wu had licked her chest and other places before, but never like this.
She felt an intense heat in the wound; the numbness and discomfort disappeared. Xiao Wu's tongue seemed
to dance on her body, incredibly nimble. She couldn't bear to stop just like that.
"It's alright, Master's wife. I'm just licking your wound... Even if I die from the poison, I'd be willing, since I
've already committed heinous crimes anyway." I pleaded desperately. "If Master's wife leaves even the slightest scar, I'll gladly
die a thousand deaths."
"But... um... like this..." This is so strange. Why does just licking your back
feel so good? Huang Rong didn't dare say it aloud. Her body radiated warmth from my tongue, and even the Nine Yin
Manual unconsciously suppressed itself. It felt so good...
"Um... Xiao Wu..." As if resigned to her fate, Huang Rong slightly opened her eyes, looking at me as I diligently licked her back.
"Don't do anything else... Do you hear me..."
"Um..." My reply was ambiguous, my tongue still moving with the incantation. I didn't know if it had
any effect, but Master's wife didn't object today, which was a rare improvement. "Master's wife, I really can't forget
... Master's wife, no matter what you do, I love you..."
"Ah..." Huang Rong heard my nonsense for the second time. She felt an urge to kill me, but more than that,
she felt shy and uneasy.
"Seeing you injured hurts me... Even though I'm so much younger than you, and you're my master's wife
... my mistress... I was bewitched by that man in white because I truly loved you... I've thought
it over and over , and I really can't forget you... Why don't you just kill me with one blow? Mistress..." I said emotionally.
"Mmm... Xiao Wu... don't do this..." My tongue brought her a silent comfort, and my words evoked
a different kind of feeling in her. Her mind was in turmoil, but she couldn't bring herself to kill me with one blow, she really could
n't .
I licked her wound clean, still tinged with a little bit of crimson, and I traced her smooth, white back...
I gently licked her skin, my saliva and playful touches lingering, kissing her jade-like neck, armpits, and
slender waist.
"Ah...uh...ah...no, no...ah..." Goosebumps rose on Huang Rong's
body . She felt incredibly comfortable from this strange licking, momentarily forgetting my earlier sweet words.
Her tense legs rubbed slightly, a shallow bulge rising, glistening with a warm moisture. Huang Rong couldn't help but let out soft
breaths , emitting delicate moans like scattered stars.
"Ugh..."
Even though the hypnosis was over, even though it was finished, and he hadn't used any incense or bone flute
, why...why was it still so pleasurable? Was I just naturally this infatuated? Huang Rong pondered,
realizing for the first time the lewdness of her own posture. She couldn't resist such comfort. Xiao Wu didn't provoke her; his
gentle exquisite…
This kiss was so tender and beautiful, as if he wouldn't miss a single inch of her skin. He
cared me, about my wounds, about my feelings. But… Brother Jing… um…
“I… can I take off your pants? Master’s wife…” I said, trembling. “I know I
’m shameless, just to see… okay? I… I can’t forget…”
“Pants…” Huang Rong hesitated, looking at me. Those were things only Brother Jing could see, but
her hesitation already told me the answer. I gently pulled down her pants. Huang Rong didn't even squeeze them shut
in resistance . The white trousers slid down her snow-white legs. Today she was wearing a light purple pair of underwear.
The wet line in the center told me that her heart was already fluttering.
“I’ve taken them off…” My heart pounded. I tore off her last piece of clothing, and finally,
finally, without any hypnosis, I saw my master’s wife’s body completely. Huang Rong's shyness made her
subconsciously cover her vulva with her hands. She couldn't be so shameless in front of her disciple.
Only Brother Jing could do that... Huang Rong held onto her last bit of obsession.
"Master's wife... please let me see... let me see your little asshole, your little hole..." I swallowed
hard.
"Xiao Wu... you're so mean... um..." A faint pleasure and a faint sorrow gave Huang Rong
endless shyness and pleasure. She couldn't hold back, and I pulled her hands up, and she finally turned over, her hands
pressing on the hem of her top. Her eyes were shy and moist as she looked at me.
"Master's wife... you're so beautiful..." I squatted down little by little, my eyes fixed on Huang Rong's lower body.
The sparse pubic hair was wet with a hint of lustful moisture, and her labia minora, like butterflies, were budding, fiercely guarding
their master's last line of defense.
"Xiao Wu, ah... don't look... I'm so shy... I can't look, um..." Huang Rong regretted it a little,
but the feeling seemed fleeting, and she subconsciously grabbed it.
"It's okay, Master's wife... you're so beautiful... so pretty... this is the first time I've seen Master's wife's private
parts so close... it's really beautiful..." I moved closer and closer, my palm on her thigh, my rapid breaths pattering against
her alluring pubic hair.
"Um..." This beautiful sight, which even Guo Jing had never seen before, made Huang Rong extremely sad.
Brother Jing , has Rong'er betrayed you again? Is this my true heart this time? Why is this happening...
Huang Rong was extremely nervous, her charming labia opening and closing with her breath, and her slightly hardened clitoris also
poked its head out, sticking up high. She tried hard to bite her lower lip, thinking, this is enough, Xiao Wu...
"Um... Xiao Wu, don't..." Huang Rong couldn't help but cry out, because my tongue couldn't help but lick
her flower cave, smelling her faint honey, I needed more. "You said you were just looking...
Ugh... Don't do this... It hurts so much..."
My tongue, following the incantation, probed into Huang Rong's flower cave with a strange rhythm. The winding
vagina inside was extremely sensitive. This licking was far more intense than the back, carrying a hint of ten times the previous pleasure. Huang Rong was on the
verge of orgasm the moment my tongue entered...
...
"Sigh... It's been so long since I went out. I don't even know what to do anymore..." After wandering around, Guo Fu felt for the first
time that going out shopping was incredibly boring. She was tired of the usual chest-breaking and oil-frying routines.
"It's good to come back early, so I can have lunch at home. Mother will definitely praise me for being sensible and grown up..." Guo Fu
thought to herself, and this thought made her much happier. It's just that Xiao Wu doesn't spend more time with me
. If it were Brother Yang Guo... Sigh...
"Ah ... "
Waaah
..." Why is this happening? Huang Rong felt her chest swelling again, and
the milk production she had somewhat lost returned. Just now, Xiao Wu's tongue... why did it feel so good...?
Xiao Wu's tongue, just like that, went in, and I became so hot and wet. He licked me so beautifully...
Just now, my tongue only lightly licked with incantation, and my master's wife, like parched land receiving rain, burst into an
unprecedented orgasm, spraying all over my face. I didn't know if it was love fluid or urine; it was fishy and pungent but not smelly,
just salty.
"Xiao Wu... come out quickly... we can't go on like this..." Huang Rong's face was flushed. She
felt weak, as if she couldn't even stand up. She couldn't believe it, even though it had only been licked in. Looking at her lower body
still twitching and secreting fishy, semi-transparent white love fluid, Huang Rong felt extremely strange.
"Master's wife, you felt so good just now... did you pee...? Was it comfortable..." I asked, my tongue
sucking on her labia minora.
"Mmm, umm... ahh... don't... I don't know, I don't know... mmm..." Huang Rong's
eyes were hazy and misty. "Mmm..."
She didn't refuse me, nor did she actively cooperate. She lay on the soft couch as if resigned to her fate, feeling extremely comfortable, so
comfortable... She couldn't refuse this comfort. Although I repeatedly went too far and crossed the line, she was somewhat
restrained and shyly immersed in it.
"Mmm... Xiao Wu..." A comfortable smile appeared on her lips, and one hand gently rested on my
head. With a slight pressure. "No... don't... mmm... ah..."
"Mmm, Xiao Wu..." Huang Rong moaned softly.
"Master's wife, can I kiss your lips?" I asked, launching a new offensive.
"No, no...no, it can't be." Huang Rong pressed my head down, surprisingly firm about kissing my lips;
that was the place of her love with Guo Jing, reserved only for her beloved Jing-gege.
"Alright...Master's wife. I understand..." I said softly.
"Xiao Wu, I'm sorry...I really can't do it, I don't know why...maybe even this is
wrong...no..." Huang Rong's soft hand, slightly cool, gently stroked my face.
"There's nothing to be sorry about...it's my fault...Master's wife..." I said bitterly.
"It's good that you understand..." Huang Rong's expression softened, giving me a slightly grateful look. Her body relaxed slightly.
"Ahhh...so amazing...Xiao Wu, don't do this...okay...ahhh..."
Huang Rong, somewhat aroused, felt my tongue invading her vagina even more deeply. So amazing, so wonderful...
...
So, so, these past few days, Brother Xiao Wu hasn't come to spend time with me properly; he's been making love with Mother here again.
This is the second time Guo Fu has seen Xiao Wu and Mother making love in the front hall. Having harbored a slight affection for Xiao Wu, and
driven by a possessive girlish heart, her face was filled with unhappiness. She had already so shamelessly become his sex
slave, given him everything, even her virginity—her vagina and anus—why did he still do
this, still with her mother…
Guo Fu thought, her expression darkening. She parted the small window to the side, looking at the
shameless . No, she couldn't say that about her mother… it was all Xiao Wu's fault…
"Master's wife, your inside is so sensitive… every time, um, every time I lick it, it grips my tongue so tightly
…" Xiao Wu said obsequiously to his mother. Guo Fu's heart bled.
"Ahhh… I don't know… um…" Huang Rong wouldn't tell Xiao Wu that it was because she had cultivated the Nine
Yin Manual ; it had just felt so good that she had unconsciously tightened her vagina slightly. Even her mother
was so lewd; wasn't it her mother who seduced Xiao Wu? Guo Fu's lips curled into a sneer.
Watching Xiao Wu excitedly licking his mother's crotch, Guo Fu felt a sudden urge to cry.
"Master's wife, your little hole is so beautiful...it's like kissing...it's so tight." Xiao Wu's
saliva mingled with her mother's wet love juices, her mother's pink vulva half-open, looking incredibly beautiful.
His tongue was also moving in and out of her mother's vagina.
"Mmm, I feel so good too...Xiao Wu...so good..." Her mother's eyes were slightly closed, her breath sweet and fragrant. She
didn't want to think anymore.
Listening to the sucking sounds inside, Guo Fu's mind flashed back to the previous scenes and her
moments with Xiao Wu. She couldn't tell if she felt sadness or shame. How she wanted to rush in and curse her mother for being shameless, but that was
her most beloved and loving mother; she couldn't do it. A single, crystal-clear tear rolled down her cheek.
"Hoo hoo..." Listening to the afterglow of her mother's climax and Xiao Wu's soft words. Guo Fu was heartbroken and
was about to leave when she heard her mother ask wistfully, "Xiao Wu... I remember how much you admired Fu'er before.
I wonder how much you still think about her now?"
Hmm? Her mother was talking about her? Guo Fu turned around, her ears ringing. She looked at Xiao Wu and answered seriously...

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