The Legend of Yilin, the Charming Nun in The Smiling, Proud Wanderer (1-9)

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(I)
Now, let's talk about Linghu Chong and Ren Yingying, who lived a carefree life at Plum Manor.
Since their unsuccessful search for Feng Qingyang at Mount Hua, they returned to Plum Manor and the couple rarely left their home. They were
constantly busy with their zither, flute, swordsmanship, and martial arts.
The most fascinating thing was Ren Yingying; before marriage, she was extremely shy, but after marriage, in her bedroom, she was so passionate that she often left
Linghu Chong speechless.
One night, Linghu Chong was on top of Yingying. His large, fleshy member played with various techniques, making his passionate but
sexually illiterate wife blush all over, her juices flowing freely, moaning softly.
"Brother Chong, you...you...you've made me...you've made me feel so bad so many times, oh! Oh!" Her hair
was disheveled, and her small white teeth bit her bright red lower lip.
Seeing Yingying's body go limp, Linghu Chong chuckled softly, "If you're like this, you won't last long. How can you possibly give birth to
our six little peach blossoms?"
Yingying spread her limbs, her face flushed, "If you love me a few more times, I'll naturally give birth to six treasures. Seven,
even ten, 'Grandma' can give birth to them all."
Linghu Chong laughed, "I'm going to love you now." Holding his manhood, he lifted Yingying's snow-white legs and
thrust it into her wet, fleshy opening.
Deep within Plum Manor, in a hidden room. A white gauze curtain hung, and behind it, a soft robe could be vaguely seen.
On the robe, lying supine, was a person with long hair covering their ears, dressed in plain white clothes. Judging by the hair alone, it was impossible to tell whether it was male
or female.
The person was covered with a small blanket, seemingly fast asleep.
In Linghu Chong and Yingying's room, spring was in full bloom.
Suddenly, the curtain swayed slightly, and silently stood an elderly woman, simply dressed and slender, before the soft couch
. The candlelight beside her didn't flicker.
The old woman looked down at the person on the couch, her eyes filled with boundless affection.
Just then, the candlelight popped softly, and the person on the couch opened her eyes. Seeing the old woman's kind
eyes
, she cried out, "Mother! You've come!" Her voice was delicate and clear, full of joy. She sat up.
The person on the couch had large, clear eyes. Her snow-white, delicate oval face was exquisitely beautiful, and
her complexion radiant. She was actually a short-haired girl of seventeen or eighteen.
The old woman said softly, "What? You still sleep alone?"
The beautiful girl on the bed lowered her head and said softly, "I still dare not... dare not... be naked with
Brother Linghu... like that."
The old woman was exasperated and could only whisper, "Oh dear... all that effort I put in every night, avoiding those former
Blackwood Cliff guards, to come in and teach you how to have children with your husband."
Sitting on the bed, she held her daughter's little hand, "Lin'er, you inherited my intelligence and beauty.
But why didn't you inherit even half of your father's courage? Alas!"
She sighed again, "If this continues, how will your father and I ever have a grandchild?"
This mother and daughter were none other than Yilin, the little nun from the Hengshan Sword Sect, and her mother, the mute old woman.
Three months ago, one night, the monk Bujie and the mute old woman came to visit Linghu Chong and his wife.
Linghu Chong was overjoyed, exchanged a few polite words, and then pulled the monk Bujie to go down to the wine cellar for a drink.
The mute old woman spoke softly, "Wait! Your daughter's matter has been settled; it's not too late to drink!"
The old woman's face was filled with sorrow as she said, "My precious daughter is about to die!" Two lines of tears streamed down her cheeks
.
Linghu Chong and Yingying were both startled and asked in unison, "Yilin? What happened to her?"
The old woman wept, "She's growing increasingly haggard and thin. Headmaster Yiqing said that her master had said before his death that this child
's karmic ties in the mortal world were too deep; she was not truly a Buddhist. Forcing her to atone for her parents' sins is ultimately futile!"
She cried out, "Yiqing said that in this world, no medicine can save Lin'er. Only 'love' can save
Lin'er. She told me to come find you!"
In Linghu Chong's mind, the tall figure of "Master Dingyi" appeared. He seemed to see "Dingyi"
standing before him, tears streaming down her face, her right hand making a pleading gesture, her left hand holding a young nun's hand.
The little nun stared at him with her large, dark eyes, like clear pools, slowly
becoming misty and pitiful.
"Chonglang! Chonglang! Why are you so lost in thought while people are talking?" Yingying chided from the side.
Startled, Linghu Chong snapped out of his reverie. There was no "Dingyi" or the little nun before him.
And so, three months ago, the exquisitely beautiful little nun, Yilin, returned to the mortal world, growing her hair long.
Five days ago, she married Linghu Chong. Just as the mute old woman had said at the Linggui Pavilion of the Hanging Temple:
"The two girls are not distinguished by age; Yingying is a few years older, so she will be the elder sister."
But five days had passed, and Yilin still hadn't consummated the marriage. No matter how much Yingying pleaded and coaxed, she simply
wouldn't. No one knew why.
On the third day, the mute old woman came to see her beloved daughter and saw her face beaming with joy.
This mute old woman, with her eccentric nature, still tried to subtly inquire about any problems Yilin had on her wedding night, hoping
her mother could help resolve them.
Yilin, however, cared little for the pleasures of married life, only wanting to be with Linghu Chong.
When her mother asked, Yilin, with her large eyes wide, replied, "That night, Brother Linghu and Father drank quite a bit and became
a little tipsy. I helped Brother Linghu to bed. After returning to my room, I finished reciting scriptures and went to sleep alone." She appeared
utterly innocent.
These words nearly made the mute old woman faint. She cursed the fat monk, calling him a murderer for ruining her daughter's precious wedding
night.
That night, the mute old woman came again to inquire. After a while, she whispered, "Someone's coming, I'll go now
."
She was afraid of being seen and embarrassing her daughter. With a swift movement, she disappeared.
It was Yingying who entered. She had heard voices from the hidden room from afar and deliberately made a sound to startle them.
Yingying, feeling completely satisfied after being penetrated by Linghu Chong, got up to clean herself. Thinking of Yilin, she went to see her.
Yingying knew that the person who had just been in the room was definitely the mute old woman, so she didn't ask.
Seeing Yilin's large, clear eyes staring blankly out the window, lost in thought, Yingying walked over, sat on the couch, and
put one hand on Yilin's shoulder.
Yilin suddenly whispered, "Sister, I want to share a bed with Brother Linghu."
Upon hearing this, Yingying froze, turning to look at her. She saw Yilin with her head bowed, her hands covering her face, her snow-white
neck flushed a deep red. Even the backs of her pale hands were bright red.
Seeing her junior sister still so tender, Yingying felt a surge of pity. She pulled her into her arms and whispered, "Tomorrow night,
hmm?"
Yilin buried her flushed face in her arms, mumbling, "Sister said so."
The next evening, after the three of them had washed themselves, Yingying, avoiding the maids, pulled Yilin to her room.
She whispered, "Have your aunt explained everything about marital matters these past few days?"
Yilin felt her ears burning and said shyly, "My mother told me some things, instructing me to do as she said."
In truth, it was the playboy Linghu Chong who had orchestrated everything on their wedding night
.
That night, she was in a daze, yet the memory was vivid, filled with unparalleled joy.
Yilin sat on a small round stool at a round table in the room. On the table were two cups of "cross-cupped wine."
Two large red dragon and phoenix wedding candles burned quietly, illuminating the room.
There was a soft sound outside the door, and Yilin quickly lowered her head. Her husband entered the room and closed the door behind him.
Linghu Chong picked up the two cups of "cross-cupped wine" and said with a smile, "Here, this is 'courage-boosting wine
' that Yingying prepared for you. One cup for you, one cup for me, drink it and... rest well." Thinking of Yilin's timidity,
the word "sleep" was changed to "rest."
Yilin took the cups with both hands, holding them up, "bravely," and drank them down to the bottom
.
She only felt a sweet grape flavor, a slight taste of wine, going straight down her throat. She couldn't help but cry out, "Ah..."
Before she could even close her mouth, her cherry lips were sealed, and a stream of cool tea poured into her mouth, instantly
erasing the spicy taste of alcohol.
What followed was a feeling she had never imagined.
A man she thought of by day and night, a man who even appeared in her dreams.
A gentle and timely embrace and kiss.
It turned out that Linghu Chong knew she didn't drink alcohol, but seeing her foolishly down that cup of Western grape
wine in one gulp, he quickly took a sip of cool tea and poured it into her mouth.
Yilin's cherry lips were sealed, her body went limp, and her eyes were tightly closed. She had completely forgotten what her mother had taught her
.
She simply let her Linghu brother do as he pleased.
Linghu Chong swept Yilin up in his arms, revealing her in a white, unfastened garment.
As he lifted her, the top of her garment was turned up, exposing her snow-white skin to her husband's view.
The garment was turned up, revealing that she was wearing nothing underneath. A glimpse of fair, snow-white skin was revealed, making the shimmering
silk robe pale in comparison.
Linghu Chong looked down and saw two large, round, snow-white breasts. The rosy nipples were still hidden by the clothing
.
He never expected that this slender, tall woman would have such large and beautiful breasts.
Usually, hidden by the robe, even Yilin herself probably didn't know how big and alluring her breasts were.
No wonder Tian Boguang was so determined to rape her.
Yilin felt a chill on her chest and squinted to see Linghu Chong staring at her chest. She
felt a fever rise all over her body and whispered, "Sister Ying helped me put on these clothes. She said that dressing like this in the boudoir
adds to the ambiance."
Her cheeks flushed. "Brother, do you like them?"
Linghu Chong staggered and almost fell. His large penis was already throbbing with desire.
Coming to his senses, he replied, "I like them! I like them!"
He then carried Yilin to the bed.
He whispered in Yilin's ear, "I'd like her even more if you took her off!"
(II)
Yilin knew that her husband, her elder brother, always liked to joke when talking to her.
But tonight, she was about to be intimate with him and compose a love song together. Yet she was also terrified that he would actually strip her clothes off
.
So be it! Yilin thought, still opening her clothes, like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered, lying on the bed.
Linghu Chong took off his clothes. This lovely little wife, her two firm breasts,
trembled with excitement when he touched them with both hands. Yilin was both afraid and expectant. Linghu Chong gently caressed and rubbed her breasts
, and she also carefully reached out to touch Linghu Chong's chest.
But her hand touched a long scab. Yilin's heart ached, she closed her eyes tightly, and touched the scar. She remembered the past, at the Huiyan Restaurant in Fuzhou, when Linghu Chong 　　was stabbed by Luo Renjie,
a villain from the Qingcheng Sect, in order to protect her . 　　Later, at the brothel in the Hengshan Qunyu district, she applied medicine to Linghu Chong and treated his severe injury. Despite 　　the perilous situation, thanks to the Bodhisattva's protection, her brother Linghu survived. 　　She recalled their time on the outskirts of Hengshan, feeding him melons and telling him stories. 　　A surge of passion welled up within her, like a subterranean fire erupting, impossible to suppress. She opened her eyes. Beneath his sword-like brows, 　　a pair of clear, bright eyes were also looking at her tenderly. 　　Yilin's large eyes were hazy, and she softly called out, "Brother!" She reached out and embraced her husband's neck 　　, pressing her lips to his. 　　The religious rules that had bound her body and mind since childhood crumbled at that moment. 　　The fearless blood she inherited from her father, along with the passion of a young girl, were all released. 　　Linghu Chong was exactly like that. As the ancients said, "Mountains can be moved, but nature cannot be changed." What followed 　　was utterly revealed. 　　That very night, the two young lovers broke down their bed. 　　Linghu Chong was nearly breathless from Yilin's kisses, and with great difficulty, Yilin finally released him. 　　Tears welled in Yilin's large eyes, yet she was overjoyed. 　　She stood up, staring at him, and slowly removed her single garment. 　　In the candlelight, Linghu Chong saw her flushed cheeks, her cherry lips moist, her short hair covering her ears, and her long, slightly upturned 　　eyelashes still glistening with tears. 　　He also saw a shapely, exquisite body, with snow-white skin and a translucent, radiant complexion. Two full, rounded breasts 　　stood erect on her chest. 　　Below her flat, white abdomen, Linghu Chong could only see a small patch of dark, glossy hair. Two long, snow-white, shapely 　　legs were tightly clamped around that beautiful spot.

The young wife stood naked and shyly on the bed, like a young girl gazing shyly into a mirror. Her
short hair and beautiful face were unlike anything Linghu Chong had ever seen before.
She exuded an aura that was both innocent and incomparably beautiful.
Yilin, standing on the bed, stole a glance at Linghu Chong and saw his gaze fixed intently on her lower abdomen.
A panic gripped her; she dared not lower her hands to cover her private parts and quickly clamped her legs together. Yet, she felt a pang of regret.
After standing for a moment, she glanced at him again, but her husband was nowhere to be seen. Startled, she was about to turn around to look for him when
Linghu Chong, known for his mischievousness since childhood—still the same in his bedroom—suddenly embraced Yilin from behind.
This nearly frightened the naturally timid wife.
Yilin, pinned beneath him, gasped, "If you scare me like that again, I'll... I'll..."
Linghu Chong chuckled, "What will you do?"
Yilin ignored him, her slender hand reaching down to touch herself, and said coquettishly, "Brother, what naughty thing did you bring
to bed? It's making my stomach hurt."
Linghu Chong grinned, revealing his white teeth, and said with ill intent, "Take a look first."
Yilin looked down and saw a large, throbbing penis swaying against her lower abdomen.
Linghu Chong asked, "Yingying introduced him to you, right?"
Yilin blushed, "No, but my mother told me."
Linghu Chong continued, "What did your mother teach you to call him?"
Yilin replied directly, "My mother said his name is Yangji, also known as Yangwu."
Linghu Chong thought to himself, "My mother-in-law is a nun. What good could she possibly raise?"
He laughed and said, "We can't call him such an unpleasant and vulgar name in our boudoir."
Yilin asked innocently, "Then, what should we call him to sound nice?"
Linghu Chong said, "Why don't you grab and touch it first, what does it look like?"
Yilin touched it timidly with her small hand, blushing and shyly saying, "Hmm, it's strange, like a short stick." Linghu
Chong suppressed a laugh and said, "Shall we call him Big Meat Stick, Big Meat Rod, or Big Treasure?"
Yilin frowned and said, "Does Sister Ying call him that too?"
Linghu Chong thought to himself, "Yingying is passionate in her boudoir, but this isn't good, that isn't good."
He then thought gleefully, "Junior Sister Yilin is so easy to fool, let's do it again!"
He kissed Yilin's fragrant lips, "You two naturally call him by the same name."
He kissed her fragrant lips again, "Come on, touch him, call him."
Yilin gently grasped the big meat stick with both hands and smiled at Linghu Chong, "I want to call him Big Treasure."
Linghu Chong, with his big meat stick erect, was truly unable to restrain himself from Yilin's incomparably beautiful and fragrant body.
Yilin's soft and smooth hands grasped the meat stick again, stroking it back and forth.
Anxious, he pulled the stick away and laughed, "Come on, lie down, senior brother will demonstrate a set of stick techniques for you." Even
if Yilin was naive, she knew what he was going to do.
Her face flushed crimson with embarrassment, feeling as if her whole body was on fire. She felt both sweet and flustered.
Her heart pounded wildly, like a thousand deer leaping and bounding in her chest.
She whispered, "Brother, you have to be gentle."
She lay down, spreading her pink legs.
(III)
Linghu Chong gently stroked her rosy nipples with one hand and her soft pubic hair with the other. Gradually, he moved his fingers
inside. He touched a wet, slippery crevice, tender and smooth.
After a few gentle touches, Yilin only let out a soft "hmm."
Her husband then used two more fingers to gently part her tender lips. The hand that had been stroking her nipples grasped his penis, the tip pressed against
the entrance, glistening with nectar, and began to rub it gently.
Linghu Chong, panting, whispered in her ear, "Lin'er, is this stick technique fun?"
Yilin's breathing became even more rapid. She held her husband tightly, feeling a surge of heat throughout her body, yet unable to pinpoint what was wrong
.
Hearing Linghu Chong's question, she couldn't help but let out a soft "Ah..." Waves
of unprecedented pleasure flowed from where the head of his penis was rubbing against her.
She murmured, "So...so fun."
Linghu Chong continued to rub and penetrate the head of his penis, and Yilin whispered, "Brother, it hurts!"
Linghu Chong, experienced in such matters, paused briefly, then resumed rubbing. Yilin continued to moan happily
.
The honey-like fluid seeping from her vagina increased with each rubbing, and Yilin's moans grew louder.
Suddenly, Linghu Chong thrust the head of his penis into her vagina, following the flow of fluid. Yilin only cried out once; before she could fully recover, the pain had vanished. What followed was 　　the throbbing heat of a large, hard penis
inserted below . 　　Linghu Chong's tongue swirled around her soft, fragrant tongue, which was still in his mouth. The penis slowly pushed further in. 　　Yilin opened her large eyes and glanced at him sideways. Suddenly, she closed her eyes, her delicate brows furrowed, and a crystal tear 　　rolled down her cheek. 　　Linghu Chong tenderly kissed the tear stain at the corner of her eye. His entire large penis was already inserted into her jade cave, 　　leaving no trace. 　　Yilin hugged him tightly and whispered, "Brother, why does it hurt so much?" Her cherry lips 　　had turned pale. 　　Linghu Chong didn't know how to answer, so he could only comfort her with utmost gentleness. Looking at her, her pitiful appearance 　　, yet exquisitely beautiful, her body undulating gracefully. 　　The penis, tightly wrapped and warm inside her vagina, was still stirring restlessly. 　　This rogue, afraid that Yilin would feel pain again, forcefully suppressed it. Using a unique technique of the Linghu family, "bed immobilization," 　　he immobilized her lower body in one move. 　　Yilin's lower body even had to breathe lightly and quietly. 　　Yilin was puzzled: "When I first touched this treasure, it didn't seem this big. Now that we're inside, how did it 　　become like this? It's so big, hard, long, and hot!" Her entire vagina felt like it was about to burst. 　　The two young men and women, naked, skin to skin, were attracted to each other. Their upper bodies hadn't been intertwined for long when Linghu Chong's 　　unique "bedtime immobilization" technique was almost giving way. 　　Yilin's face flushed, she dared not open her eyes, and whispered shyly, "Senior brother, how come your staff technique only lasted two moves 　　?" 　　Linghu Chong stroked her breasts and whispered, "The third move of this staff technique requires you to pull it out."

Yilin opened her eyes and said sweetly, "How can that be!" She hugged Linghu Chong tightly, not letting him pull out.
Linghu Chong laughed, "Don't be in such a hurry!" He kissed her fragrant lips, "Come on, let go!"
Yilin blushed and loosened her grip.
Linghu Chong gently withdrew his penis, which was tightly wrapped in her vagina, quite a bit.
Yilin's heart rose to her throat.
The penis was gently pushed back in, but Yilin's heart didn't return. She felt a little pain and a little fear.
The penis was gently pulled out again and then pushed back in. After a few dozen strokes, Yilin was so happy that her legs trembled, and she
truly admired Brother Linghu's staff technique.
Linghu Chong laughed, "Lin'er, this is the basic stance of the third move of this staff technique."
Yilin said dizzily, "Senior brother, you...you need to teach me a few more moves, and...and again!"
Linghu Chong pretended to be mysterious and whispered, "Wait until I change my move!" As soon as he finished speaking, he opened his mouth and took her nipple into his mouth. Lips and
tongue joined in. They sucked and licked, their tongues curling as the penis was pulled back to the entrance, then forcefully thrust inside.
Yilin screamed, her ten fingernails nearly digging into her husband's back.
Her little hole, filled with his large member, exuded nectar.
The playboy Linghu Chong, experienced from Yingying's first night, had anticipated her reaction. He supported her round little buttocks
, thrusting in and out gently and softly.
Yilin, filled with joy, felt her soul merge with her husband's.
That place, touched only during bath time, was now being penetrated from top to bottom by her husband's "big treasure," bringing waves
of pleasure. She wanted to scream, but bit her lower lip, afraid to 　　make
a sound, lest she offend her husband's ears.
Soon, she couldn't hold back any longer, letting out soft, nasal moans of "Mmm! Mmm!" and "Hmph! Hmph!" 　　Below, the treasure cave overflowed with honeyed juices, and a faint fragrance wafted from the bed. 　　Linghu Chong heard his wife's soft moans. In the candlelight, he saw Yilin's two small white teeth, biting her lower lip, 　　her face flushed, receiving his thrusts, afraid to utter a sound. 　　His soul drifted, recalling the time on Xianxia Ridge when he disguised himself as General Wu Tiande to rescue the Hengshan Sect's 　　Abbess Dingjing and her disciples from their nighttime attack. 　　He had sworn then that even at the cost of his life, he would ensure Yilin's safety. 　　Thinking of this, Linghu Chong's heart surged. He gently lowered his wife 　　's buttocks, his penis pressing deep inside. He embraced Yilin, his lips meeting hers, his tongue gently teasing hers. Yilin's tongue, 　　hesitant and timid, met his. 　　Soon, their tongues were passionately intertwined. Linghu Chong then switched to more frequent, long thrusts. 　　Yilin was even more excited by the penetration, her honeyed juices flowing incessantly, her whole body flushed. She trembled softly, saying, 　　"Brother, I don't know what's wrong," burying her pretty face in Linghu Chong's arms, she said shyly, "I'm so happy, but I... 　　I think I need to pee...Oh no! It's...it's coming out!" She tightly embraced her husband. 　　Linghu Chong also felt a strong spasm in her vagina, the whipping of his penis feeling incredibly pleasurable. Then, 　　streams of hot fluid washed over the head of his penis from all directions. Linghu Chong pulled his penis out a few more times, and it throbbed 　　. Unable to resist, he thrust deep inside, shooting again and again into Yilin's vagina, the deepest part of her flower chamber. He ejaculated a large amount of semen. 　　For a moment, the couple were completely intertwined, the boudoir quiet, only their heavy, shallow 　　breaths could be heard. 　　A moment later, the wedding candle popped softly. 　　Yilin stroked Linghu Chong's chest and said seriously, "I want to draw some portraits of our sons and daughters." 　　Linghu Chong was taken aback, then teased, "How will you draw them? Tell me." 　　Yilin said mysteriously, "It's unspeakable, unspeakable. Once it's finished, it will naturally be shown to their fathers." 　　Hearing "them," Linghu Chong also said seriously, "How many sons and daughters do you think you'll draw?" 　　Yilin had just lost her virginity, and when she talked about her children, her still somewhat childish face shone with a strange light. 　　"Three boys and three girls. What do you think, father of all the children?" 　　Linghu Chong sat up and laughed loudly, "If we want to be parents, we have to have children as soon as possible." He reached for her 　　lower body. 　　Yilin's genitals were grabbed by him, and thinking of the taste of his semen, she let out a soft moan, her legs shyly 　　clamping together. 　　Linghu Chong held her there with one hand. Yilin's inner thighs had delicate skin. Young and skilled in martial arts, his muscles were remarkably elastic 　　. A small patch of soft hair adorned his palms, and his outstretched fingers were smooth and delicate. 　　This playboy was overjoyed, feeling that heaven and earth could not compare to this place. With his eyes closed and mouth agape, 　　his nimble middle finger, like a sword, rubbed and rolled between Yilin's lips, vagina, and clitoris, which had just opened. 　　Yilin's whole body heated up, her legs unsure whether to relax or tighten. With a groan, she completely let go, allowing her husband 　　to do as he pleased. 　　Her mind was filled with images of her husband's grinning face, his large member erect, using various techniques to seduce her 　　. 　　Just as she was blushing with embarrassment, Linghu Chong suddenly laughed, "Overlord Lifts the Tripod!" 　　Yilin's two tender, white, and slender legs were lifted up, startling her. "Oh dear, what are you doing, brother!" 　　(IV) 　　Yilin didn't know why her husband, who already had two wives and was the most famous swordsman in the martial arts world, 　　was still as playful as ever. 　　She couldn't understand what he was up to by raising her legs high. 　　She couldn't believe that this ugly "overlord lifting the tripod" could have anything to do with procreation 　　. 　　Seeing her thighs not only raised high by the "overlord" but also spread apart, Yilin's flawless, long, and dazzling jade 　　legs flushed red with embarrassment, leaving her at a loss. 　　Just as she was wondering what to do, the "overlord" thrust his large treasure into her recently enjoyed 　　spot. It was both painful and pleasurable. 　　Yilin, feeling both pain and desire, whispered, "Senior brother, be gentle." Her delicate hand reached out, finding a hot, hard penis 　　, a long section still unentered. She almost fainted from fright. 　　Linghu Chong, showing tenderness, listened to her soft, charming voice. His penis softened slightly, but 　　ultimately went all the way in, and both of them breathed a sigh of relief.

Her breasts, though not large, were full and beautifully shaped, rising high on her chest. Her body was like white jade, her legs raised high,
her face exquisitely beautiful; Linghu Chong felt dizzy at the sight. Then he looked down at Yilin's lower body, at the sight of her
pink, childlike labia, overflowing with honey-like fluid, a large, hard penis inside her. His penis swelled, and he gripped her jade-like legs, thrusting in
and out.
This time, although Yilin's genitals still ached slightly, she could already fully appreciate
the wonders of that "penis technique. "
Linghu Chong thrust harder and harder, and Yilin was overjoyed. At that moment, she even remembered
the bedroom arts her mother had taught her the night before.
Her mother had said, "Lin'er! You've been a nun at the Hengshan Baiyun Nunnery since you were little. Today, you are fortunate to have a husband, but you cannot
enjoy him alone. You must hold onto your husband's body and soul. In the bedroom, you must make him so happy he forgets everything else. Victory is assured!"
Her mother also said that her father had never forgotten her, searching for her to the ends of the earth. A large part of the reason stemmed from the
things her mother had done for her father in the bedroom, making him feel comfortable and happy.
Yi Linyou remembered that when her mother said these words, her face was flushed with shyness.
Just then, Linghu Chong thrust his staff deep into her flower core. Remembering her mother's words, her delicate brows furrowed, and
she let out a soft, alluring moan, her little cunt thrusting out.
Though the sound was soft, it was earth-shattering to Linghu Chong's ears. His large penis pounded relentlessly, each thrust reaching
its hilt, her flower core overflowing with honeyed juices.
Yi Linyou could no longer resist; she opened her mouth and began to moan. Her hands gripped the sheets, her little cunt erect. A
jade-like, naked body lay on the bed, her cries soft and melodious.
No one believed that she was the same Yilin, the timid nun who used to follow "Master Dingyi" timidly, with "a delicate
and clear voice, a radiant face, and a graceful and slender figure." Later, she
became famous throughout the martial arts world for killing Yue Buqun with a single sword strike at Mount Hua.
This time, Linghu Chong, through a combination of deception and manipulation, tried many different positions, making Yilin so shy she almost wanted to cover her face as she
engaged in intimate pleasure with her husband.
With each new position, Yilin's juices flowed freely.
Yilin knew that her husband was enjoying immense pleasure with her body.
She, too, was drawn to her husband's playful yet righteous and chivalrous spirit, her soul
already belonging to him.
Now, he was using some chaotic "stick techniques," making her tremble all over, so pleasurable she couldn't
scream any louder.
Yilin was both ashamed and anxious. One of the techniques from the Hengshan Sword Sect's internal energy cultivation method, "Thousand Tides Returning Back," spontaneously
activated.
This technique was specifically for women. It involved circulating qi through the uterus, causing the vagina to contract and expand. She heard her husband
groan, and his large penis thrust deeply several times.
Yilin dared not circulate her qi any further, clamping her thighs tightly around his waist, feeling as if his penis was completely inserted
into the depths of her uterus. A throbbing sensation followed, and hot fluid gushed out, forcefully hitting the most sensitive part of her uterus.
Yilin let out a long, soft moan, her vagina spasming. She also ejaculated back onto his penis, her face and head
covered in his fluids.
The two of them, as if they had just finished practicing swordsmanship or morning exercises, lay paralyzed, panting, and smiled at each other.
After a night of passionate lovemaking, the younger Yilin rested for a moment. Opening her beautiful eyes, she saw
a man lying beside her with a "rectangular face, sword-like eyebrows, and thin lips"—it was none other than her beloved Linghu Chong, whom she had longed for day and night
. He too was staring at her with open eyes. In that instant, she remembered the days outside Hengshan City, in the desolate wilderness, when she carried him as they fled for their lives.
In her haste, she had glanced down and seen him staring at her with the same gaze.
Seeing herself completely naked, Yilin felt a surge of shame and buried herself in Linghu Chong's arms, still wondering if she was dreaming
.
In the distance, she could faintly hear the crowing of a rooster, but the large red wedding candles remained brightly lit.
Yilin sat at her desk in the study, recalling an image.
It was a gleaming bronze mirror.
Reflected in the mirror were a man and a woman.
The woman had a plain face and red lips, a hint of shyness on her face, her hair just long enough to cover her ears. A pair of large, clear eyes, brimming with affection
, stared intently at the man.
The man in the mirror had long, flowing, jet-black hair. His eyebrows were arched, and he was handsome and dashing. Despite his serious expression, his eyes
held a mischievous, childlike smile as he also gazed intently at the woman in the mirror.
Yilin "saw" this image, so deeply etched in her heart, once more.
She picked up her brush and began to paint.
Sunlight gradually streamed over the melon trellis outside the window. This pure and kind-hearted young woman seemed oblivious to the passage of time
, unaware of the need for rest. She remained focused on her painting.
Linghu Chong quietly entered the study, finding it completely silent.
Seeing Yilin slumped over the desk, he quickly leaped over. He saw Yilin, her cheeks flushed, a smile playing on her lips, fast asleep
.
On the left side of the desk, several sheets of paper were piled haphazardly. On the right, several sheets were neatly arranged. Linghu Chong had already seen that
the top sheet of the stack on the right was a painting, all of them depicting the same man. It was a full stack, neatly arranged in three rows, six portraits in total
.
The second sheet was entirely composed of the same woman. Also full stack, neatly arranged in three rows, six portraits in total
.
The people depicted on both sheets were extremely young, at most fifteen or sixteen years old. Linghu Chong didn't recognize them, yet they seemed strangely
familiar.
The small stack on the right contained six sheets.
Linghu Chong looked at the bottom sheet, which depicted six extremely cute little children.
A thought struck him, and he returned to the first sheet. Looking more closely, he realized that the six boys in the painting were indeed six people, not one.
And the mischievous look in each boy's eyes was exactly like six young Linghu Chongs.
However, their mouths were fuller, and their chins were more delicate than Linghu Chong's.
Linghu Chong gazed intently at the sleeping Yilin. Sighing inwardly, Yilin thought, "These children's mouths and chins really
do resemble their mother's."
She had put considerable effort into painting
a portrait of herself and Linghu Chong, capturing their most beautiful and handsome features. She hoped her children would all be just as beautiful and handsome.
Linghu Chong arranged the painting, took off his outer garment, and gently draped it over Yilin's back. With a leap, he silently
disappeared from the study.
In Yilin's dream, a group of children were clinging to Linghu Chong, all giggling and incredibly mischievous.
As she dreamt, a mournful erhu melody faintly drifted from afar. Accompanying the erhu music was a delicate
singing voice: "Outside Hengshan City, a heartbroken child's soul wanders the seven heavens; Yilin has entered Plum Manor to marry Chonglang. In the secret chamber, she heals her
wounds, hiding her where the musical scores of East Five and West Ten are lost. Returning to the mortal world to find a soulmate, lest the precious artifact become wasteland."
Those few lines were sung repeatedly, gradually fading until they disappeared completely.
Suddenly, Yilin remembered someone and awoke with a start. The room was pitch black, save for a sliver of moonlight streaming in through the window.
Just then, a person leaped in through the door, calling out before even landing, "Sister, it's me!"
It was Yingying's voice.
Yilin, still shaken, stammered, "Sister Ying! What was that erhu music?" Yingying did not answer.
In the darkness, only a flicker of light could be seen as Yingying lit the oil lamp. She immediately replied, "Master Mo!"
Yilin cried out in horror, "No! No! It's...it's...the girl who sang the lyrics, she...she...is already
dead. Brother Linghu and I buried her ourselves."
"Yes! Buried in the desolate mountains outside Hengshan City." Linghu Chong pushed open the window, speaking as he leaped in.
Yingying frowned and asked, "Who are you talking about?"
Yilin and Linghu Chong exchanged a glance. Yilin fell silent, while Linghu Chong said, "Qu Feiyan!"
Upon hearing this, Yilin's legs went weak, and she collapsed onto the bed.
Ren Yingying, intelligent and perceptive, looked at Yilin and asked, "Elder Qu Yang's granddaughter?"
Linghu Chong, his face full of doubt, replied, "Indeed!" He sighed and said solemnly, "This girl
saved my life, and her behavior is quite similar to mine. This matter must be investigated!"
He then recounted how Fei Bin, shameless and cruel, had murdered the little girl Qu Feiyan, and how he was ultimately killed by Master Mo. He and
Yilin had personally buried Qu Feiyan, Qu Yang and his grandson, Liu Zhengfeng, and the villain Fei Bin with stones, and so on.
He also mentioned that Qu Yang and Liu Zhengfeng, on their deathbeds, entrusted him with finding a kindred spirit to pass on the music.
Yingying had already heard him tell this story.
She never expected that there would be such a dangerous part to it. The one who shielded him from that danger was none other than the pitiful
Yilin, who sat slumped in her robes.
Yingying was filled with gratitude and sat down beside her, pulling her head to her shoulder. Cherry lips gently stroked Yilin's short
hair. Seeing this,
Linghu Chong laughed and said, "Yingying, Lin'er is so frightened, let's sleep with her tonight!"
Yingying blushed and glared at him, "You're just trying to take advantage of the situation."
Linghu Chong laughed and said, "We are born chivalrous and protect weak women!"
He added, "It's getting late. I think we should bathe, have dinner, and sleep together. We can discuss this matter at the same time,
saving time, and Lin'er won't be alone or scared. What do you two ladies think?"
The two women thought their husbands' words made perfect sense, and their minds were filled with all sorts of wild thoughts. With their wet vulvas, they shyly followed Linghu Chong
out the door.
(V)
The closer they got to the large bathhouse, the more uneasy the two women became. But the great hero Linghu Chong held one of them
tightly in each hand, making it impossible for them to escape.
Yilin said, "Brother, I just finished painting, and my hands are covered in ink. Please let me go first, and let me wash up before going into the bathhouse
, okay?"
Linghu Chong said sternly, "No! Once we're in the bathhouse, I'll help you wash, and you'll help me wash!"
Yingying, overhearing this, felt her heart pounding. The thought of being naked and having to say "I'll help you wash, and you'll help me wash"
made her legs weak, and her mind raced, searching for a way to escape .
Linghu Chong and she had been through thick and thin together many times. When she paused slightly, Linghu Chong knew that this "official
" wife was also trying to seduce him.
Immediately, he released her hand and, without a word, put his arm around her waist. His arm moved higher and tighter, getting closer and closer to
Yingying's ample breasts.
His right hand, following suit, secretly touched the innocent Yilin's breasts.
Even through her clothes, Linghu Chong secretly grinned, enjoying the act of secretly touching his wife like this
.
Both women feigned ignorance. Silent and flushed, they let Linghu Chong do as he pleased,
no longer wanting to escape.
Once inside the bathhouse, Linghu Chong released the two women and closed the door. He chuckled, "While walking in the corridor, I thought of
a good way for three people to bathe."
Young Yilin stared wide-eyed, curiously awaiting his next move.
Yingying, however, glared at his erect penis. She pouted, as if she already knew
what tricks this rogue was up to.
Linghu Chong solemnly declared, "First, everyone must be completely naked. Second, the youngest must wash
the oldest. Third, the second oldest will be washed by the oldest. Fourth, the oldest can
choose anyone to wash them. Fifth, the youngest will be washed by the other two. That's it, I, the master, hereby
declare this, and there are no exceptions! Let's begin!"
Yilin had waited for so long, only to hear this so-called "bathing rule announced by the master."
Yingying listened to his nonsense, not knowing whether to laugh or cry. Since "the Master of the Manor has announced this matter, and it cannot be
changed," it seemed that this "calamity" was unavoidable tonight.
Linghu Chong knew that the two ladies were shy, so he took a lamppost and turned off all four large lights in the bathhouse. The two ventilation shafts of this bathhouse
both led to the side of the house, and there was a wooden canopy above them. Therefore, as soon as the lights went out, the entire bathhouse was plunged into
darkness.
He quickly stripped off his clothes and stood guard by the door, listening quietly. Among the three, his internal strength was the highest, and Yilin
's was the lowest. Inside the bathhouse, it was pitch black, and after listening for a long time
, there was no sound. He listened more intently, reached out and touched her; her short hair confirmed it was Yilin.
Immediately, he stripped Yilin naked like peeling pigskin. Their skin touched, and Yilin's breathing became heavier.
In the darkness, Linghu Chong groped Yilin, causing her to become wet with desire. Yilin gasped softly, her mouth agape, and
whispered, "Brother, weren't you going to take a bath? Why are you touching me all over here and there?"
Linghu Chong chuckled softly, "According to rule number five, the youngest person should be washed by two other people.
Your sister Ying is playing hide-and-seek; I wonder where she's hiding. I think you'll have to 'dry clean' her tonight."
Yilin, upon hearing this, panicked and stamped her foot, saying, "What...what does 'dry cleaning' mean? I don't want it!"
Just then, Linghu Chong rushed to the left, reached out and grabbed her, laughing, "Lin'er, no need for 'dry cleaning,
' um..." Then he fell silent.
Linghu Chong reached out and grabbed Yingying. He then stripped Yingying naked from head to toe, like peeling pigskin,
inevitably groping her breasts and touching her genitals.
Now that she was caught, Yingying was incredibly passionate in the darkness. Her cherry lips remained pressed against her husband's, and her slender hands passionately
groped Linghu Chong's hard, iron-like penis.
The two of them were enjoying themselves on that side, while Yilin stood alone, naked in the darkness. Linghu Chong's words
were cut off before he could finish. In the darkness, he thought of "Qu Feiyan," he thought, "I clearly buried her with stones, how come she's
come out of the grave again?" Fear gripped his heart. She called softly, "Big Brother, Sister Ying, where are you?" Reaching forward,
she tried to decipher the faint sounds coming from the two women, groping her way like a blind person. It sounded
like Sister Ying's voice, but it was a series of nasal "hmm...hmm..." sounds. Yilin's heart skipped a beat, and
her face flushed crimson.
She stopped, listening for a while longer, feeling a warm, wet sensation between her legs, an intense itch , while her buttocks felt cold,
as if someone was breathing on them. She hurriedly groped her way forward again.
Listening, she reached out with both hands, finally touching a body, its muscles firm. Overjoyed, she
was about to cry out in pleasure.
At that moment, Linghu Chong, touched by her, turned and pulled another wife who had willingly walked into his trap into his arms. His
large penis continued to churn and swirl within Yingying's exquisitely beautiful, crystal-clear "special treasure cup
." In just a short while, he had Yingying kneeling beneath the stone bathtub, panting heavily.
Yilin was held between his arms, her body jerking violently, unable to see anything in the darkness. All she could hear were
the sounds of flesh slapping against flesh, accompanied by Yingjie's soft moans and occasional "Ah! Ah!" cries
.
The more Yilin heard, the hotter she felt; even in the darkness, she blushed with shame, her neck turning red.
Caught there, she was dizzy and disoriented, her body burning with heat, unsure what to do. Linghu Chong, however,
grabbed her hand again and led her to a spot.
Yilin touched it and nearly fainted from embarrassment. Her hand touched her husband's hard, hot,
slippery member, which was thrusting into Yingjie with its "stick technique." The area she touched was a muddy mess, the large
member moving in and out with great fervor. A wave of embarrassment washed over her; the situation she dreaded most had arrived.
Fortunately, no one could see.
Yilin quickly withdrew her hand, but then heard Linghu Chong's low, alluring voice beside her ear: "Come on, it's your turn to wash."
Yilin murmured, "Is this 'dry cleaning'?" She hadn't originally wanted "dry cleaning," but now she
was eager to try it!
Yilin stood naked, facing the large stone-lined bathtub, her hands gripping the edge in the darkness. Linghu Chong, like a spoon stacked on top of each other,
pressed against her back. A pair of warm hands caressed her breasts, which hung down to her chest, his face buried in her back,
inhaling her body's fragrance. Linghu Chong couldn't resist licking her smooth, creamy back several times.
In her dazed state, Yilin didn't care that Yingying was immersed in the pool, and that it was pitch black anyway. She turned back, groping
for Linghu Chong's lips, and felt her husband's large penis pressing against the base of her legs. She couldn't help but
let out a long moan.
She spread her legs, reaching out to grab the large penis, but felt a slight pain. The penis, without
knocking, gently slid in along the honeyed folds.
Sister, in truth, Yingying experienced the same thing, her mind clouded by desire, leading to these thoughts. She
spread her legs, allowing her husband to penetrate as deeply as possible, so that she too could
enjoy the pleasures of lovemaking.
Linghu Chong, having grasped the whole situation, conjured up some "bathing rules announced by the Master," feeling quite pleased with himself.
Now, Yingying was contentedly soaking in the pool.
Little Yilin also spread her legs, being "dry-washed" by him.
This was the third time he had penetrated this lovely, pitiful little wife from behind.
Linghu Chong recalled the previous two times, both on her first night.
At that time, Yilin, with her legs spread, was on all fours, kneeling on the embroidered quilt. Her whole body was as white as jade, and her round,
porcelain-like buttocks were tricked into sticking up high. Bathed in the bright light of a pair of large wedding candles, Linghu Chong watched
his large penis, coated in semen, thrusting in and out between her porcelain-like buttocks.
Between her buttocks, two pink lips held his penis, spitting out white foam.
As Linghu Chong thrust, he stroked her round, porcelain-like buttocks. He was afraid that if he used too much force, he would shatter that porcelain
.
Linghu Chong remembered that time, when he used his "staff technique" to its fullest extent, his wife was already lying face down on the quilt,
only her round, porcelain-like buttocks still raised high, her two pink lips, holding his penis,
flushed red with excitement. He had asked his wife how his "staff technique" was.
His wife glanced back at him, full of deep affection, her face flushed with shyness. Then she lay completely prone on the embroidered quilt,
unable to move.
Now, although it was pitch black, Linghu Chong could still seem to see Yilin's round, porcelain-like buttocks.
His penis grew even harder, he twisted his waist, swayed his hips, and pulled it out and thrust it back in.
In the darkness, although Yilin was less restrained, with Yingjie present, she didn't dare to be too unrestrained. She only moaned softly, but
the penis below kept going in and out of her vagina, making loud "plop! sizzle! plop! sizzle!" sounds.
Yilin was both ashamed and embarrassed, but didn't know how to stop the noise. Unless she told her brother to stop thrusting.
Her heart was racing, and her vagina tightened and loosened intermittently. In the darkness, Linghu Chong's penis was gripped, and he thrust harder and harder, the honey-like
juices flowing wetter and wetter. The "plop! sizzle! plop! sizzle!" sounds grew louder.
Things had come to this point, and little Yilin was already panting heavily from being penetrated, no longer caring about anything else.
"Darkness" can indeed fuel many criminal thoughts, but it can also eliminate certain fears. Just like
in the bathhouse now. Soaking in the hot water, Yingying pondered, "Given Chonglang's nature, this playboy
will surely come up with all sorts of tricks in the bedroom from now on. Lin'er has been a nun since childhood, and her personality is shy and quite different from ordinary people. She really needs to be guided.
Otherwise, this will not be a long-term solution."
She herself was unusually shy, but in their relationship, she was the older sister.
Seeing that it was pitch black all around, this was the perfect opportunity. Mustering her courage, she listened intently.
Just as Xiao Yilin was panting heavily, she heard a soft splash, and a pair of wet, warm, soft
hands, like a blind person groping, touched her back. Then, they gently caressed her back.
In the darkness, Yilin was startled, too afraid to move or make a sound. The person meant no harm, their movements
exuding fragrance and gentleness. It must be Sister Ying? How could it be?
Those hands, one caressing and scratching, the other touching Xiao Yilin's breasts, which drooped as she lay prone.
A warm breath reached her ear, "Is Senior Brother's staff technique powerful?"
It was indeed Sister Ying. Yilin was overwhelmed with shame, glancing sideways at the voice, but it was pitch black. She
immediately mustered her courage and whispered, "Indeed, extremely powerful." Then, she buried her blushing face in her arms.
The two girls spoke in hushed tones, and Linghu Chong heard every word. His penis swelled, and he felt immense pleasure. He wanted to risk his
life, even dragging Yingying out of the bath and killing her with his rod in the dark.
He held Yilin's small waist with both hands and thrust into her until she was writhing in agony. A large gush of hot semen shot
into the depths of Yilin's youthful, shy womb.
The three of them groped in the dark in the large stone-built bathtub. It was incredibly comfortable.
Although it was dark, it only enhanced the pleasure of the bathhouse.
Before their marriages, one of the girls was a "Holy Maiden," and the other was a "Nun." How could they have imagined that
they would fall in love with the same man as another woman, and both be favored and married to him? They even hoped to
continue their marriage for seven lifetimes!
Although the "Holy Maiden" was shy, she was Yilin's older sister in the marriage. Just now, alone in the bath
, I had already planned how to guide Xiao Yilin to adapt to, or even work together with, the various advances of her playboy husband in the future bedroom.
Tonight was a good opportunity.
According to the fifth rule of the "Bathing Rules Announced by the Master," the youngest woman should be bathed by two other people.
Linghu Chong and Yingying were both highly skilled in martial arts. Their senses—hearing, touch, and all other senses—were more acute than Xiao Yilin's.
Their fingers were also more dexterous. In the bath, the two of them used their hands to stroke, press, grasp, pinch, pound, and pat. Yingying
mostly touched her hands, feet, fingers, and neck.
Linghu Chong, on the other hand, focused on Xiao Yilin's breasts, thighs, genitals, armpits, and buttocks.
It wasn't that he was vulgar or obscene; he simply believed openly that some women might never be ashamed
or understand how to obtain sexual pleasure from these areas.
Therefore, it was necessary for a husband, and only a husband, to help them achieve sexual pleasure. Besides
, neither of them would be happy if they didn't do it this way!
Yilin's entire body was flushed red from the "wash," like a boiled shrimp. She felt her genitals burning and oozing fluid.
Her senior brother's hands continued to caress her.
Yilin reached down to block him, murmuring in her sleep, "Senior brother, please stop touching that area. Come closer
and listen to me..."
Yilin's genitals, breasts, and thighs were soaking in warm water, and Linghu Chong was completely captivated by her touch.
Not knowing what she wanted to say, he stopped, groping for her ear, and pressed it to her cherry lips.
A fragrant scent wafted from her breath as Yilin whispered sweetly in his ear, "Brother, do you have any water-
based staff techniques?"
Linghu Chong paused, his lips brushing against hers, and replied, "No water-based techniques, but I do have
three or five unique ones for the bath."
A splash echoed in the darkness as he pulled her up, his lips still on hers. "I'll show you now
, and you'll be convinced!" he said,
embracing her. He lifted her left leg with his right hand, grasped his large penis, tested the angle at her vulva, and gently inserted it
.
Yilin stood on one leg in the water, the other leg propped up in
a pose that resembled neither a "Golden Rooster Standing on One Leg" nor a "One-Legged Arhat." She thought to herself, "What? This pose is
even more ridiculous and ugly than the 'Overlord Lifting the Tripod.'" Linghu Chong's large penis had already silently entered her from below.
Yilin let out a soft "Oh," almost falling over. She clung tightly to him, his large penis thrusting in and out,
the lustful fluid from her little pussy flowing out quickly and profusely, almost overflowing into the bathtub.
Yingying, standing to the side, listened intently, but made no move. Her mind was conflicted, and all she could do was sit with her legs filled with the
pool of vaginal fluid, lost in her own thoughts.
Linghu Chong thrust harder and harder, and Yilin's low moans, the sounds of splashing water between them, and Yingying's
increasing lustful fluids made her stand up. With a determined bite, she touched her wet little pussy with her delicate hand and
moved towards the spot where the two were fighting!
(VI)
Linghu Chong held Yilin, sucking on her fragrant little tongue and soft cherry lips, a sweet sensation.
Yilin's tender pussy, which she had just washed clean, was now being penetrated and pulled out by her senior brother's huge penis. The scene was
a complete mess, muddy and filthy.
One leg trembled as she reached out to touch the muddy area, only to be met with her senior brother's massive penis. Her juices splattered onto two or three fingers
, making them sticky and slippery, yet she felt a sweet warmth in her heart.
Linghu Chong thrust his large rod dozens more times, feeling that Yilin was gradually losing her footing. With a powerful scoop, a
splash of water echoed, and the light-as-a-feather Yilin was now hanging on him.
His large penis was still inside Yilin's tender vagina, only now it was deeper and tighter.
Yilin cried out in pleasure, almost choking.
Linghu Chong held her porcelain-like, delicate, round buttocks with one hand and her smooth back with the other, thrusting and pounding relentlessly.
Yilin's tender vagina released wave after wave of juices, almost draining them completely. Her two round breasts bounced up and down.
After hundreds more thrusts, Linghu Chong's large penis remained as hard as iron. Only Yilin's two snow-white thighs remained,
dangling at his sides, swaying back and forth. Her small mouth was slightly open, barely breathing.
Yingying groped over, finding herself in the position Linghu Chong was using to penetrate Yilin. Her face flushed red, and she thought to herself,
"What are they doing?" In the darkness, Yilin's voice sounded extremely joyful.
Yingying felt a surge of arousal again, tightly clamping her legs together, one hand caressing her full breasts, her teeth lightly biting a finger.
She moved closer, her body gently rubbing against Linghu Chong, softly calling out, "Chonglang! Chonglang!"
Yilin, filled with joy from her senior brother's penetration, was also dizzy and exhausted, desperately wanting to rest.
Hearing Yingying's voice, she instinctively and habitually cried out, "Sister Ying, help!"
Linghu Chong smiled secretly, overjoyed. He pulled out his large, wet member, put Yilin down, kissed her deeply, and
said softly, "Go and rest!"
He then reached for Yingying, pulling her into his arms and kissing his beloved. Yingying, holding his member, breathed softly
, "I want to do the same position as Lin'er."
Linghu Chong chuckled, "Haven't you done that position a few times in the room?"
Yingying said shyly, "I haven't done it in the bath. I don't care, I want it!" Her slender hand stroked his member
harder and harder.
Although she was already married, she was actually not yet twenty, and sometimes she couldn't help but show the innocence of a young girl.
In the boudoir, their passion was boundless, often leaving the childlike Linghu Chong completely bewildered.
Seeing her insistence, Linghu Chong had no choice but to comply, and the Southern Kingdom was already aroused by her advances. With a "whoosh," he picked her up
and positioned her in the same spot.
He pulled his hand away and touched her "treasure cup," smearing his hand with her love juice. His middle finger playfully circled the rim
a few times before poking it in, thrusting in and out a few times. This made Yingying, hanging on him, twist her hips and whisper coquettishly,
"What did you secretly use to play with my private parts?"
Linghu Chong quickly stopped, but his mischievous nature remained unchanged. He grasped his large penis
and rubbed it against Yingying's delicate lips a few more times, making her clitoris itch and overflow with fragrant nectar.
Seeing his childlike behavior, Linghu Chong truly didn't know what to do. The itch in her clitoris made his whole body tremble.
Twisting her hips, she scolded, "If you keep teasing me, I'll go back to Blackwood Cliff at dawn."
Linghu Chong dared not be mischievous anymore and gently pushed the big meat stick into the "cup." As soon as it was inserted, Yingying, panting,
began to sit and thrust up and down.
Yilin, listening from the side, felt both itchy and amused.
After Yingying had been doing it by herself for a while, Linghu Chong chuckled and asked, "Just now in the dark, you deliberately made
a rustling sound of your hair rubbing together to lure me to catch you, didn't you? But you're all white here, how could you make that rustling sound of your hair rubbing
together?"
As soon as he finished speaking, there was a "slap!" sound, and Linghu Chong whispered in the dark, "What
a big mosquito!"
Yilin almost laughed out loud. She quickly reached out and covered her mouth.
(VII)
This "Holy Maiden's" little white vagina was high and full. Perhaps because she had been well-nourished since childhood, her vaginal fluid was also
plentiful and thick.
Unfortunately, Linghu Chong possessed an enormous, fleshy penis. When he thrust, the entire bathhouse echoed with a series of loud "sizzling" sounds.
The faster he thrust, the louder the "sizzling" sounds. The slower he thrust, the more itchy he felt all over. He was both anxious and
ashamed, unsure what to do. Just like Yilin had felt earlier.
Seeing Yingying's inconsistent speed, Linghu Chong knew she was shy, and the "sizzling" sounds were causing trouble.
So he changed the angle of his hands, supporting her delicate buttocks, and thrust his large penis upwards. The tip of the penis "squeak!"
entered Yingying's soft, open flower garden. Yingying let out a soft "humph!" and tightened her grip.
Linghu Chong twisted his hips, silently and gently twisting the large tip of his penis inside her flower garden.
Yingying had already played like this with him in her boudoir, knowing that there was indeed no shameful "sizzling" sound.
But when he did it, it could be deadly. Thinking, thinking…
“It’s all dark, let it be! As long as Chonglang is happy!” The intelligent and quick-witted Yingying finally let go of her worries
.
All that could be heard was “Holy Maiden” Yingying moaning and groaning as her husband’s large penis was thrust all the way in, causing her to churn and overflow with
lustful fluids. Her voice rose and fell, quickened and slowed, seductive and alluring.
Linghu Chong had never heard her moan like this before, and he was instantly aroused. He almost ejaculated immediately.
His large penis twisted five or six times, pulled out, and thrust in and out five or six times. Then it plunged back into her flower chamber, twisting five or six times…
Yingying thought, “To die in his arms like this, would be the only way to truly live a worthwhile life!”
Ever since she resolved to devote herself to Linghu Chong in the Green Bamboo Lane of Luoyang, her feelings had deepened, and day and night
, her heart was filled only with thoughts of Linghu Chong.
Until the couple merged, their souls could no longer be distinguished. Which one was Linghu Chong's soul? And which one
was Ren Yingying's?!
Recently, Heaven sent another gift: a perfectly good and pure soul to unite. Even then, they
could no longer tell who was who.
Yilin was in the bath, initially finding it amusing to hear her senior brother Linghu teasing Yingying. Later,
the sounds of penetration echoed throughout the bathhouse.
Her submerged vulva, along with the sounds of penetration, released streams of lustful fluid.
Her pure heart only thought that her senior brother and Yingying were practicing "staff techniques" and she shouldn't disturb them.
Then, in the darkness, she heard Yingying's seductive and alluring moans. They were incredibly arousing.
Having tasted such pleasure for the first time, her desire was easily ignited. But she could only suppress her burning lust, remaining immersed in the bath, letting her vulva itch
and her fluids flow freely.
Yingying's alluring cries echoed continuously. Yilin's heart pounded wildly, and she felt the pool water growing hotter and hotter.
Her large eyes gazed intently towards the source of the cries, but all she could see was darkness. Her whole body burned with heat, and her little
head desperately tried to come up with a reason to convince herself to join the practice of "staff techniques."
The paintings in the study, the baby pictures?! Yilin finally had a reason to join the practice of "staff techniques."
She wanted to have a large number of babies with her husband, each one as beautiful and handsome as her paintings.
The thought of having a large number of beautiful and handsome babies with Senior Brother Linghu made Yilin tremble with excitement
. Suddenly, everything around her became quiet; she couldn't hear a sound.
With her eyes wide open, relying on her senses, she held her breath and groped her way forward in the dark.
Actually, Yingying's buttocks weren't far from her head.
Yingying was being penetrated to the point of ecstasy when a wet little hand suddenly touched her back.
Her cheeks flushed, she stopped moaning, and whispered, "Lin'er?" Yilin responded softly, "Mmm!" Her voice was like
a cat's soft moan.
Yingying clung to her husband, freeing one hand to touch her, and pulled her closer.
"Did I wake you, sister?" Yilin asked shyly, even more embarrassed, not daring to answer. Linghu Chong had been teasing Yingying
since the beginning, and she had heard it all. How could she let this shy young lady, whose personality was unusually different from others, know about this?
Inside Yingying's flower room, a large, hard penis was still inside. With every movement, the hot, hard head stirred
a tingling sensation in her little pussy. In the darkness, seeing that Yilin didn't answer, he knew that his precious little sister had heard everything.
His face flushed red, he whispered, "Sister, do you know that his big head is pressing against my heart,
grinding and drilling. It makes me so itchy I can't help but moan. Be good, let me moan a few more times, then it's your turn, okay
?"
In the quiet of the bath room, though she spoke in a whisper, Linghu Chong heard everything.
He immediately twisted his hips and began to thrust his penis. Yingying began moaning again, "Hmm! Hmm! Hmm! Hmm!"
Her moans grew louder and more wanton, completely unrestrained.
Yilin squeezed her legs together, a tingling itch deep within her vagina, almost wanting to moan along with her.
Linghu Chong thrust his large penis in and out a hundred more times, gradually feeling his hands grow heavier and heavier
. Yingying had fallen silent, limply slumped in his arms.
Linghu Chong held her, gently withdrawing his still-erect penis. His lips traced her delicate, beautiful face.
Yingying let out a soft moan, her two hot, fragrant lips pressing against Linghu Chong's.
The couple used their "turtle breathing technique," their lips kissing so passionately they forgot what day it was
.
Yilin, not far away, heard her sister Yingying instruct, "Be good, wait for your sister to moan a few more times, then it's your turn." She
obediently waited there.
The bathroom was pitch black. She wondered how Brother Linghu and Sister Ying had suddenly vanished without a sound.
She was always timid; her mother often teased her, saying, "You inherited your mother's beauty, but only half your father's
courage."
She was naked; could that "Qu Feiyan, Miss Qu" who had crawled out of the stone grave possibly
appear at this hour? Lost in thought, she reached forward.
After a few steps, she stepped on something and jumped in fright, crying out, "
Brother Linghu! Sister Ying!"
Two warm hands reached out from under her feet and gently pulled her down.
Linghu Chong had Yingying lie on top of him, on the ground. The two were so engrossed in their tenderness that they forgot their precious little sister was
waiting beside them.
Yilin's foot had landed on Yingying's long hair, which was scattered on the ground. Each of them reached out a hand and gently pulled her down.
Yingying hugged her, "I'm so sorry! I got so confused teaching him how to use that big stick that I completely forgot. Don't
cry! Don't cry!" She stroked her hand and whispered, "Come here!" Yilin stopped crying, her hand being led to touch
that "big guy," which was burning hot and hard as a mallet.
A surge of tenderness rose in her heart as she thought of the children's portraits. She gently stroked the slippery
, large stick with both hands, her mouth opening, but only able to hold half of its tip.
Linghu Chong had never experienced such treatment before. He groaned, thrusting his hips upwards, and whispered, "Lick it!
Lick it! With your tongue!" Yilin always obeyed him, her tongue timidly sweeping across the stick.
"Again! Again!" The large, fleshy stick thrust twice more. The stick was slippery and slippery, slipping into
Yilin's small mouth.
Yilin groaned, tears falling again. She let go of his hands, tilted her head back, and ran away.
In the darkness, a commotion arose, and Yingying, unaware of what was happening, hurriedly asked, "What's wrong?"
Yilin cried, "He bullied me!"
Yingying asked, "How did he bully you?"
Yilin sobbed, "He...he used that big stick to forcefully shove it into my mouth!"
Yingying exclaimed in surprise, "Ah..." her mouth agape, unable to close it for a moment.
Linghu Chong got up, embracing his two beautiful wives, explaining and explaining. While explaining, he simultaneously took advantage of
their tenderness. In the darkness, he touched the two women, their vaginal fluids flowing incessantly. They slumped softly in his arms.
Years ago, at the Huiyan Restaurant, his words could still deceive the old fox Tian Boguang.
Now, after a string of sweet words, before he had even finished speaking, his two innocent wives were already dazed, no longer
understanding what their husband was saying.
Linghu Chong held Yilin with tender affection. The two, each employing their own "turtle breathing technique," pressed their lips together, their hearts
intertwined. Their kiss was passionate and intense. They kissed for an unknown amount of time before finally separating, reluctant to part.
Linghu Chong lifted one of her plump, round legs, smearing his large penis with her vaginal fluid, preparing to insert
it.
Yingying's hand silently reached over, grasped the penis, and licked its shaft and tip with her sweet saliva.
Then, guiding the penis, she parted her lips, and with the aid of her vaginal fluid, slowly pushed it in. Until the tip penetrated
the flower garden. Only a small section remained outside the vagina, unable to go any further. Yingying realized it must be
because Yilin's vagina was shallower than hers.
Linghu Chong, holding Yilin's smooth, delicate leg with one hand, his large penis filling her recently deflowered
vagina to bursting, seemed about to split open. He half-lay on top of her. "Twist the big meat stick five or six times,
pull it out, thrust it in and out five or six times. Then it goes into the flower room, twists it five or six times, pulls it out, thrusts it in and out five or six times..."
Linghu Daxia was half-lying on Yilin, while Yingying was lying on top of him. Two big breasts and a white, full
little pussy were rubbing and rolling on his back.
This time, Yingying started moaning and groaning again, charming and seductive.
Yilin below was also moaning and groaning as the big meat stick "twisted it five or six times, pulled it out, thrust it in and out five or six times. Then it went into the flower
room, twisted it five or six times, pulled it out, thrust it in and out five or six times..." was being used, but her voice was even
more charming and seductive.
(VIII)
That day, the number one sword in the world, the number one staff of Plum Manor, Linghu Daxia's big meat stick, "swoosh!" "swoosh!" the sound of thrusting into the pussy,
resounded through the sky.
Not long after, in the darkness, Yilin softly said, "Senior brother, push in a little deeper!" Her voice was like a dream,
captivating and unsettling, quite different from her usual clear and melodious voice.
Linghu Chong thought, "That's it, how can I push any deeper?
" Then he thought of the night she lost her virginity, when she was completely inside him.
Yilin called out softly again, her voice sweet and alluring, "Senior Brother!"
Linghu Chong's heart skipped a beat. He gently pushed his staff against the obstructing flesh.
The soft, slippery flesh retracted, and the great swordsman's staff never missed. This time, however, he missed.
Linghu Chong was startled. He thrust his staff forward and squeezed it into Yilin's little flesh cave. It went in completely.
Linghu Chong was overjoyed. His entire staff was submerged in Yilin's tight, wet little cave. The tip of his staff was nestled in a
soft nest, as if little Yilin had specially prepared it for him.
He forgot to thrust and forgot to pump. He only felt how comfortable Yilin was inside, and he let out a long "Oh..." of pleasure
.
Yingying, on his back, found it amusing and lightly punched him with her pink fist, asking, "Great Hero Linghu, what are you doing now?"
Yilin, below, was already too happy to speak. She simply spread her limbs, her pure heart thinking of her beautiful children
. She was just waiting for her husband's semen to fill her womb!
Linghu Chong lied, "You don't know, that 'Oh...' sound is also a move from the 'Linghu Staff Technique,'
I only used half of it just now. Now I'll show you both the whole thing!"
He instructed her, "Cling tight! Lie down properly!"
His lips lovingly stroked Yilin's ear, "Senior brother is going to use a staff technique, be careful."
Yingying was half-believing, half-doubting, but she took the opportunity to "openly" press all the parts she wanted to "cling"
against his back. Her wet, excited labia and clitoris were especially pressed tightly together. Holding Linghu Chong tightly,
she felt a sense of comfort and security in both body and mind. She closed her eyes.
Just as the two women calmed down, they heard Linghu Chong let out a low, seductive, long "Oh..." sound, a
very comfortable sound. At the same time, his body slowly began to vibrate.
Yingying was about to laugh when the vibrations came. The sensitive, important parts pressed against his back began
to heat up. Yingying was startled, her nipples, lips, and clitoris trembling incessantly against his back. Her hands
couldn't hold Linghu Chong, and her body slid down. The trembling and sliding sensation made Yingying dizzy with pleasure.
She quickly used her strength to hold Linghu Chong, finally stopping the sliding.
Those sensitive, irresistible parts vibrated and grew hotter, her whole body tingling. Gushes of vaginal fluid flowed, leaving
a white patch on Linghu Chong's lower back.
She began to moan again, this time not with groans, but like a virgin being violated, a series of "Ah! Ah!"
"Oh! Oh!" gasps and gasps. Her erection stretched long and high, seductive and alluring.
Yilin was just imagining Linghu Chong holding a pen, tapping his head, naming his baby.
Then she heard her senior brother's low "Oh..." sound again. The treasure inside her vagina also vibrated,
the depths of her vagina extremely sensitive. Yilin felt that the tip of the rod was practically throbbing inside.
Startled, she opened her arms and tightly embraced Linghu Chong. The large rod vibrated so hard that her vagina tingled, especially her
delicate flower garden, which was dripping with honey-like fluid from the vibrations.
Her voice trembled as she cried out, "Senior Brother! Senior Brother!" Her cherry lips groped for Linghu Chong's lips, unsure of what to do.
After practicing the Shaolin treasure "Yi Jin Jing" taught to him by "Feng Qingyang," Linghu Chong's internal strength had improved. His whole body vibrated continuously, and 　　the vibrations grew stronger.
Her full breasts, nipples, lips, and clitoris were all pressed against his back. 　　She trembled so much that her vaginal fluids gushed out, and the more she hugged him, the looser her embrace 　　became, and her cries grew weaker. Yilin's voice trembled as she cried out, 　　"Senior...Senior...Senior... 　　Brother...Brother...I ... 　　He whispered in her ear, "Lin'er, this is the last move!" 　　He then stroked her wet labia amidst the fine hairs. 　　With a powerful thrust of his hips, his semen shot out like an arrow. 　　Yilin cried out softly, her vulva trembling from the ejaculation. Her vagina arched upwards. Her fragrant lips 　　quickly pressed tightly against Linghu Chong's. In her mind, beautiful, adorable dolls crawled towards her, 　　calling out, "Mama! Mama!" 　　Linghu Chong ejaculated again and again, feeling no fatigue, but rather a great sense of refreshment and invigoration. His penis remained thick and hard. 　　This phenomenon was unprecedented, and he couldn't help but wonder. He always greatly admired the miraculous 　　power of the Indian "Yi Jin Jing" (Muscle/Tendon Changing Classic). 　　After finishing his business below, he remembered he still had one on his back. 　　He reached out to touch Yingying and tease her. 　　Before he could speak, the girl on his back said weakly, "Luckily, Lin'er told you to stop." 　　She lightly bit him and said, "What kind of staff technique is this? It's so domineering, it 　　drained all my energy and essence for days, it's all over the place." Her voice was full of shyness. 　　Linghu Chong said, "That's a staff technique that only men practice, you don't understand. Shouldn't you get down and wash up?" 　　Yingying said, "Hmph! What's so special about it? I'm not getting down." 　　She nestled on his back and muttered to herself, "I should create my own 'Yingying Staff Technique' to show you! Show you!" 　　Linghu Chong laughed and said, "Where did you get such a useful 'staff'?" 　　Yingying said reproachfully, "You're so annoying! I'll sleep on your back as a bed tonight!" 　　Linghu Chong teased her again, "You've slept on my back several times, but always on my front. If I sleep on your back, 　　I can't protect you, you'll catch a cold. No, get down quickly." Although it was teasing, it was full of affection and concern. 　　Hearing him urge her again, Yingying had no choice but to obediently slide down. 　　"I didn't know that Master Linghu wanted three tonight..." she said languidly. 　　Before she could finish, Linghu Chong grabbed her and laughed, "What do you want?" 　　Yingying whispered, "I want the three of us to sleep together under one big quilt." 　　Linghu Chong said, "You guessed right. You on one side, Lin'er on the other. I'll be in the middle. Covered by the big quilt 　　, it'll be warm, and I can protect you two, such beautiful women. Isn't that wonderful?" 　　Yilin thought of "Qu Feiyan," hugged his head, and whispered, "Go to sleep obediently, and don't 　　touch me like that." 　　Linghu Chong naturally agreed. 　　Yingying sighed inwardly, "This little lamb, this pure little sister, doesn't know that once a man is in bed, it's not 　　the same thing." 　　That night, in bed, our Master Linghu, taking advantage of the lingering power from the bath, announced "a three-person bed."

"The rule of sleeping together." Seizing the opportunity, according to the rule, they rowed up and thrust in, layer upon layer, front and back. Relying on his youth and strength,
plus the powerful internal energy of the Indian "Yi Jin Jing," a large, fleshy rod pounded into the two crystal-clear wives on the bed,
leaving them on the verge of death. Lazily spreading their legs, their mons pubis slightly swollen, their little fleshy holes gushing with white fluid.
The two aunts, "Saint" and "Nun," before their marriage, finally began with the pure, kind, and innocent Yilin
. Seeing Yingying on the verge of death, the spot where she had been hit was high, clean and white, but slightly red and swollen. Blushing,
she asked her with concern, "Sister Ying, does it hurt a lot?" She stretched out her small, white, transparent hand and timidly touched the red and swollen
little white vulva. Breaking through the unusual shyness, they began to laugh and tease each other in the boudoir, no longer having any scruples.
Master Linghu's semen was like a small cup of tea. Yingying had a pot, Yilin had a pot. You had a pot, she had a pot, and the last
pot, half-filled in Yingying's little hole, was pulled out with a "pop!" and inserted half-softly into Yilin's almost broken
little hole, holding her tightly. Yilin's two breasts were pressed flat and comfortable, and she heard her husband's
long "Oh..." sound in her ear, so comfortable. A stream of hot semen shot into the depths of the flower room, and
the Lord of Linghu immediately collapsed on her body.
That indestructible big meat stick finally went soft.
(Nine)
Yilin usually got up before dawn, she had been like this since she was a child. When the time came, she yawned softly,
opened her eyes, and only felt that her lower body was pressed by a heavy object, numb all over.
Under the quilt, she reached out and touched a smooth, hairy long leg.
Although it was heavy, she felt sweet in her heart. She stroked the long leg, not wanting to move it, afraid of waking the person.
Last night, both women were infatuated with that man, completely captivated. Time and again, they
surrendered their lives and souls to him.
Even when exhausted, they remained excited and chattered
incessantly. This was the first time the three of them had slept together.
The husband, taking a moment to listen carefully, overheard the "Holy Maiden" instructing the newly ordained "nun" on household
management, family etiquette, marital life, clothing, and even the hobbies of Master Linghu.
Yilin listened, dumbfounded, and asked countless questions. Yingying patiently explained everything.
As for Master Linghu's hobbies, she had always assumed they were drinking, swordsmanship, and making friends
.
She hadn't expected him to also enjoy water activities, diving, and exploring (here, let's just say adventure!).
She thought to herself, no wonder he lived by Taihu Lake.
Linghu Chong carefully used a damp cloth to wipe clean the wet genitals of his two wives.
While wiping, the two women laughed and teased him.
The manor lord Linghu was quite puzzled. He wondered how a woman's heart could change so drastically; it was truly unfathomable
.
Yingying's unusual shyness was broken by Yilin. Although she was inherently upright, she was, after all,
the leader of a heretical sect. That night, in her boudoir, the passion and boldness of her banter with Yilin and Linghu Chong often left the two women speechless and
blushing.
Linghu Chong first "coaxed" the more obedient Yilin to sleep. Yingying
, with her underworld background, more wicked actions, and greater intelligence, instead embraced Linghu Chong. They
fell asleep together.
One had lost her mother at a young age, the other even more tragically, an orphan without parents from childhood.
From their first encounter in the Green Bamboo Lane of Luoyang to their marriage, they had weathered countless life-or-death battles and trials.
Yingying gazed at the man in her arms, who had just fallen asleep. She recalled how he had ravaged her just moments before, leaving
her speechless and unable to scream. Every part of her body felt joy, especially her lower abdomen, deep within her womb.
Before their marriage, they had roamed the martial world together, experiencing numerous life-or-death battles. These scenes flashed through
her mind, and she nestled her cheek against Linghu Chong's forehead. She savored the memories for a long time before finally drifting off to sleep.
Despite the two women's protests, Linghu Chong, caught in the middle, pulled the blanket over himself, finding it warm and cozy
. They kissed, caressed, and praised each other in bed, exchanging sweet words. Finally, they all followed
the "rules of sleeping together in bed for three" announced by Master Linghu, the last rule being, "Sleep naked."
Completely naked, Linghu Chong, with his arms around both women, was "sleeping naked."
Linghu Chong was currently having a "morning erotic dream." His large, thick penis suddenly plunged
into Yingying's plump, white vulva, where she held her pink legs high with both hands. He then pulled it out and inserted it into the
small, fleshy hole where Yilin, lying on top of Yingying, had her round, snow-white buttocks raised and swaying cutely.
In the height of his passion, he unconsciously rubbed his long legs against Yilin's lower body a few times.
Yilin's vulva was high, and with his legs bent, the side of his calf was pressed directly against her vulva.
Before dawn, Yilin was already a little agitated by his unintentional teasing.
A thought struck her, and her small hand, which had been stroking his thigh, paused and moved towards the base. She encountered a burning
, hard penis pressed against her senior brother's lower abdomen.
Startled, she thought, "My senior brother is clearly asleep, how come this darling isn't asleep?"
Poor Yilin, she had shared a bed with her husband for the past two nights. The first night, they had enjoyed themselves until dawn.
The second night, she woke up, and Linghu Chong woke up too.
The man was burning with desire, and how could Yilin resist Linghu Chong's aggressive teasing? She was immediately
penetrated to the point of almost not wanting to get out of bed.
Therefore, she couldn't understand why, "My senior brother is clearly asleep, how come this darling isn't asleep?"
At this moment, Linghu Chong rubbed against her a few more times, and Yilin's pubic hair stung slightly.
Having learned from her previous experience, she could only think that her senior brother was probably pretending to be asleep again. She immediately moved her face closer to look at him.
In the dim light, she saw that Linghu Chong's face was peaceful, his mouth slightly open, and his breathing even. He seemed to be sleeping soundly.
Yilin gazed at him lovingly, remembering a dream she had had of holding her baby, watching the baby sleep soundly after breastfeeding
. It was exactly the same.
Lost in passion, cheeks flushed, she did the thing she'd always wanted to do. She shifted her body,
gently placing her small, rosy nipple into Linghu Chong's slightly parted mouth.
Stroking his head, her whole body overflowing with maternal love, she hummed softly, "My sweet baby, my darling, have your fill of
Mommy's milk, sleep well, you'll grow an inch taller tomorrow. Sweetie, sweetie, sleep well, Mommy's sweet baby!"
The voice was ethereal, yet filled with the selfless, boundless love of a mother for her children.
She hummed softly a few more times, then suddenly felt the blanket twitch slightly. It was Yingying, half-awake, who had heard
her soft humming and couldn't help but pull the blanket over her head, sobbing.
She and Linghu Chong, one had been motherless since childhood, the other even more tragically orphaned.
In that half-awake state, she suddenly heard her mother's voice, a voice she had heard countless times in her dreams.
From childhood, this was the voice of her mother in her fantasies. Unable to hold back her tears, she became
lost in thought, her soul wandering towards her mother.
Yilin, however, came to her senses, feeling puzzled, and then noticed a few drops of warm liquid on her breast. She gently parted
her breast and looked.
Linghu Chong in her arms still had his eyes closed, but two lines of tears streamed down his cheeks.
Yilin didn't know why he was crying, so she quickly pulled her nipple away and gazed at him.
Yilin was unaware that her tender and pure "nursing song" had moved her sleeping brother and sister to tears
, leaving them heartbroken and unable to control themselves.
Linghu Chong's hard, fiery member had also vanished.
Being a man of the martial world, after a moment, the Master of Linghu Manor let out a soft "Ah!" and stretched
, sitting up as if nothing had happened.
He sat up, and Yilin nestled close to him under the covers. The covers were lifted, revealing her naked body. Plum Manor
was built beside Taihu Lake, and the entire manor was chilly in the early morning. "Achoo!" A delicate sneeze escaped her lips. Linghu Chong
turned at the sound and saw her breasts trembling, half her snow-white body exposed outside the covers. She covered her mouth and nose with her hands, waiting for a second sneeze
. She looked both adorable and pitiful.
Afraid she'd catch a cold, he hurriedly tried to pull the blanket over her, but Yingying's warm body had already embraced her.
Master Linghu didn't know when or how Yingying had rolled over to Yilin's side.
He only saw a snow-white back beside him, a rounded bottom half-exposed outside the blanket. He grabbed the blanket and pulled it over
her, chuckling softly, "Making mud bricks? I'll do it too!"
He whispered gently in their ears, "Sorry, I almost made these two celestial beauties catch a cold." He braced himself on
the bed, his body lightly touching the snow-white back beneath him.
A large, erect penis quickly settled between Yingying's round buttocks.
Yilin covered her mouth and nose with her hands, waiting for a while, but no second sneeze came. Yingying, radiating warmth,
had already covered her.
Yilin felt a surge of warmth and gently patted Yingying's delicate back to express her gratitude. But then he found Yingying nestled
in her arms, her hands cupping her breasts, her eyes closed, as if she were suckling at her nipples.
The sucking of an adult and an infant are quite different. Yingying's lips and tongue were incredibly soft.
After only a few sucks, waves of pleasure emanated from deep within Yilin's vagina, and her juices overflowed from
her little opening. She opened her mouth and let out a sweet moan, "Hmm! Hmm!"
Linghu Chong, on top, was bewildered by the two women below. Hearing Yilin's sweet
moans, he was greatly surprised.
He couldn't stand Yilin's sweet, seductive moans, and his erection grew even harder and more prominent.
He thought, if he didn't find a hole to insert it soon, he would surely bleed profusely.
Anxious, he gripped his already engorged member, now dripping with clear fluid, and without a second thought
, completely abandoning his chivalrous ways, he thrust it into his wife's buttocks.
Meanwhile, Yingying, lost in thought, "protected" her "mother," cupping her breast and suckling. Linghu Chong, oblivious
to what he was doing in her rear end, remained completely unaware.
That delicate, jade-like back door, since the beginning of time, had only ever been an outlet, never an inlet.
Suddenly, unexpectedly, half a painfully large club crashed in.
Yingying winced in pain, her buttocks recoiling, her mind returning to normal. She let out a muffled cry while still suckling Yilin's nipple, releasing
Yilin's breast with one hand and swiftly grabbing back.
(To be continued
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