The Three Great Constables: Gentle Breeze

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In June, Suzhou was a picturesque scene of lush willows, fireworks, and the gentle, graceful women of Jiangnan, their soft Wu dialect mingling with soft laughter, flowing through the waters of Suzhou.

Along the picturesque shores of Taihu Lake, throngs of tourists thronged. From the clear blue waters, the melodious strains of traditional Chinese music drifted from the large and small pleasure boats, creating an ethereal atmosphere. Unfortunately, a sudden shout shattered this beautiful scene.

"Thief, where do you think you're going!"

"Catch him!" A burly man burst from the chaotic crowd, followed by a large group of people shouting. The fleeing man knocked down several people, including a frail woman, and more people joined the chase.

Just as the man was about to reach the lakeshore, he reached out and pushed a woman standing in front of him with her back to him. Before his hand could even touch the woman's body, he felt a powerful force emanating from her, sending him sprawling onto the ground, unable to get up for a long time. The men behind him swarmed forward, surrounding the dazed man and preparing to give him a sound beating, but the woman turned and stopped them. "This matter should be handled by the authorities; you cannot abuse your power," she said. Her melodious voice held a commanding authority that silenced the crowd.

At this moment, several constables appeared. The head constable, seeing that although the woman had an ordinary appearance, her phoenix eyes shone brightly, and she exuded a captivating aura, couldn't help but bow and ask, "May I ask who you are, young lady...?"

The woman raised her jade hand and said, "You don't need to ask, just take him to the yamen!"

Although it was a fleeting glance, the sharp-eyed head constable had already clearly seen the jade pendant in the woman's hand. His expression changed drastically, and he immediately replied with utmost respect, "Yes, sir!"

On the way to the yamen with the man, one of the constables couldn't help but ask, "Head Constable Luo, just who is that woman?"

Head Constable Luo whispered, "I'll tell you, and you'll be shocked. Do you know the Three Great Constables?"

"Of course! They are directly under the Prime Minister's command, hold the rank of third grade, are mysterious figures who have solved numerous major cases, possess extraordinary martial arts skills, and are exceptionally intelligent. Everyone in the world knows them! Could that woman be...?"

"That's right! She's Roufeng, the leader of the Three Divine Constables. For the Three Divine Constables to be mobilized, it must be a major case. Ah, I'm terrified just thinking about it. I wonder who'll be unlucky this time!" Constable Luo exclaimed.

Two days later, the man was kicked out of the cell. A constable pointed at his nose and said, "Ye Ziqiang, don't do it again, or you'll be in forty lashes!"

Ye Ziqiang rubbed his backside, bowing and scraping repeatedly, "Yes, yes. I will remember your words, sir, and turn over a new leaf." As soon as

he was out of the constable's sight, Ye Ziqiang cursed, "Damn it, what bad luck! Ugh, spit on me!"

After a string of curses, he started thinking about his food and lodging for the day. As an orphan, he had been a petty thief since childhood, doing small-time thefts. Asking him to be a decent person was harder than climbing to heaven.

As a petty thief, he was the dumbest of them all. He was originally supposed to work with someone, but he kept making mistakes: falling off walls while climbing, collapsing walls while digging tunnels, and groping women's breasts instead of picking pockets. He was almost always caught, so no one wanted to work with him anymore, and he became a happy lone wolf.

Despite his clumsiness, he had a certain thieving audacity, choosing a wealthy family as his target. It was broad daylight, and seeing no one around, he actually dared to climb over the wall – truly audacious! After

much difficulty, he finally managed to enter the family's backyard.

Unfortunately, his searching skills were terrible, and the noise he made while rummaging through drawers and cabinets was deafening.

After another frantic escape, Ye Ziqiang finally shook off his pursuers. He patted his bundle, secretly pleased. "Today's haul is quite substantial, enough to feed me for days."

He bought some food and wine from the shop and happily headed out of the city. Just as he was about to reach the dilapidated temple he had claimed, he suddenly stopped.

Several tall, fine horses were tethered to a large tree in front of the temple, their exquisite saddles and stirrups revealing the owner's status and wealth.

Ye Ziqiang crept in from the back of the temple, quietly approaching the ruined main hall. What he saw shocked him.

The entire hall looked as if it had been struck by a tornado; not a single intact spot could be found—it was utter chaos. Seven or eight people lay on the ground, none seemingly unharmed, some even headless. The eerie, dark hall was silent; there was no one alive.

Ye Ziqiang boldly entered, and upon closer inspection, he confirmed that they were all dead. Even the blood on the ground had dried, indicating they had been dead for some time.

A surge of joy filled him, and he began searching, taking everything from each corpse. Profiting from the dead was Ye Ziqiang's favorite pastime, as it was the easiest job.

After thoroughly looting all the bodies, Ye Ziqiang stood up, about to leave, when he suddenly noticed a tattered cloth in the corner move slightly. He was terrified, his face turning ashen. After staring for a while without seeing any movement, he cautiously approached and slowly lifted the cloth.

"Ah!" Ye Ziqiang cried out. It was the woman from that day, leaning against the wall, eyes closed, legs crossed, her face ashen.

Seemingly startled by his voice, the woman opened her eyes, a cold glint flashing in her phoenix eyes, making Ye Ziqiang's soul nearly leave his body. He almost ran away, but his legs seemed to have a mind of their own, and he stood frozen in place.

In fact, at this moment, the divine constable Roufeng was also extremely terrified. She had just circulated her energy to open her Shaoyang meridian, and the slight twitch of her foot had accidentally touched the cloth covering her. Possessing a photographic memory, she immediately recognized the man before her as the petty thief she had apprehended that day. Normally, she wouldn't have given him a second thought, but now, severely injured and unable to move, she could only hope that the man, unaware of the situation, would be intimidated by her imposing presence.

Coldly staring at the frozen Ye Ziqiang before her, the Divine Constable Roufeng repeatedly warned herself, "Luo Qingluan, what storms haven't you weathered? Don't lose heart now!" This was a crucial moment for her healing; even speaking was difficult.

Seeing Ye Ziqiang standing motionless, Luo Qingluan grew anxious. She knew she couldn't hold on much longer; if she didn't circulate her qi to suppress her injuries, her energy would be thrown into chaos, and her life might even be in danger.

It turned out that Roufeng Luo Qingluan, one of the three great constables, had come to Suzhou Prefecture to investigate a series of rape and murder cases. Two weeks ago, eighteen young ladies of officials were raped and murdered in the capital within ten days, an incident that even alarmed the Emperor. At that time, the other two of the Three Divine Constables were away on investigations.

As the leader of the Three Divine Constables, Luo Qingluan naturally felt obligated to take the lead. Thus, she reluctantly left her husband, General Xiang Yi, whom she had married two months prior, and followed the clues alone to Suzhou Prefecture.

Perhaps her new marriage had lowered her guard, or perhaps her past successes had been too easy; while investigating the murderer, Luo Qingluan was also discovered by him.

After several days of tracking and counter-tracking, in an abandoned local temple in the Western Hills, Luo Qingluan was surrounded by the murderer and his gang of skilled fighters. They had initially taken advantage of Luo Qingluan's status as a woman, intending to capture her alive for their own amusement. However, Luo Qingluan's skills were extraordinary; even under the combined attack, she managed to kill the murderer with a single blow. So they went all out, each using every trick in the book to kill Luo Qingluan.

After a fierce battle, Luo Qingluan had killed all the invading enemies, but she herself suffered severe internal injuries. The last enemy's dying attack nearly shattered her entire power. Luo Qingluan used her last bit of strength to kill him, then barely managed to reach a corner, hide herself, take some medicine, and begin to calmly circulate her energy to heal her wounds. She had hoped to recover 20-30% of her strength before leaving, but after three hours, she could only stabilize her injuries. She had no choice but to painstakingly circulate her energy to slowly regulate her disordered meridians.

When Ye Ziqiang found her, Luo Qingluan only had two meridians left to open. Once these two were opened, she could recover 10-20% of her power. But Ye Ziqiang's interruption meant all her previous efforts were in vain. Therefore, Luo Qingluan was extremely anxious, wishing she could kill the annoying man before her with a single blow.

Seeing that Ye Ziqiang still wouldn't leave, Luo Qingluan steeled her resolve, gritted her teeth, and mustered the little internal energy she had just gathered to stand up.

To her surprise, the terrified Ye Ziqiang instead knelt on the ground, repeatedly pleading, "My lord, spare my life!" He remembered Luo's words: the three great constables of the world were renowned figures. Although Roufeng appeared injured, even a starved camel is bigger than a horse, and the difference between himself and the constables was like that between an elephant and an ant. With his meager skills, he knew he wouldn't even be able to escape.

Seeing that she couldn't scare Ye Ziqiang away, Luo Qingluan was now furious. She opened her mouth and shouted, "You…" Suddenly, she felt her internal energy surging wildly, her head spinning, and her delicate body swayed. Knowing something was wrong, she tried to suppress her internal energy by holding her breath, but suddenly everything went black, and she collapsed to the ground with a thud.

Ye Ziqiang was startled by the sudden turn of events, staring dumbfounded at the unconscious Luo Qingluan.

Half a day later, a strange smile appeared on his face. He slowly got up from the ground and walked to Luo Qingluan, who was barely breathing.

Luo Qingluan had a terrible nightmare. She dreamed that she was stripped naked, and the person roughly examined her pure and perfect body. Seeing her long, beautiful, slender, and smooth legs being brutally spread apart, revealing her most precious and mysterious private parts—her honeyed orifice—that had never been seen by anyone before, she screamed and then suddenly woke up.

The first thing she saw was an ugly face. Slightly cloudy eyes shone with lewd light, and a gaping mouth revealed two rows of yellow teeth.

"Ah!..." Luo Qingluan screamed, "Who are you?"

A foul odor billowed from the gaping mouth, followed by a lewd laugh. The man's hoarse voice rang out, "Who do you think I am?"

Luo Qingluan suddenly remembered whose face this was. She looked around blankly and realized she was in a secret room built of smooth bluestone slabs.

Just as she tried to sit up, she felt a sharp pain in her arms, a pulling force coming from the top of her head, causing her slightly upright body to slump back down. Now fully awake, she immediately felt a chill on her body. Looking down, her heart sank, her whole body trembling as if plunged into an ice cave.

She realized that her nightmare was real; she was lying naked on her back on the bed, her flawless, jade-like white body completely exposed to the air. Unlike in her dream, her hands were still bound together with rough rope, pulled above her head and tightly tied to the bedpost. Even more terrifying, upon closer inspection, she found her dantian (lower abdomen) completely empty; she could no longer feel a trace of true qi.

Luo Qingluan burst into tears, thinking to herself, 'Have I lost all my skills? And fallen to this state? It's all over!' Ye Ziqiang lewdly grabbed her high, firm, round breasts and said, "Damn it, your face is so ugly, but your figure is pretty good. Your breasts are big and firm, your buttocks are perky and round, and your skin is so smooth and delicate. Goodness, even the most popular prostitutes at 'Lichun Courtyard' can't compare to you, hehe, you're making me feel so good!"

Hearing these words that terrified her, and feeling a slight pain from her tender breasts, Luo Qingluan panicked, feeling both ashamed and angry. She tried to twist her body to get rid of his lewd grasp, but she couldn't muster any strength. For some reason, her internal injuries had healed, but she had lost all her martial arts skills.

Luo Qingluan angrily cursed, "You beast, get your filthy hands off me! You're shameless..." Her angry outburst only fueled Ye Ziqiang's lust. He laughed loudly and forcefully grabbed and squeezed her full, soft, delicate, and flawless breasts, causing the tender, snow-white flesh to bulge between his demonic claws.

Luo Qingluan's face flushed red, and she groaned incessantly. She shouted, "If you don't stop, I... I won't forgive you..."

Ye Ziqiang laughed loudly, playing with the rosy nipples on her snow-white breasts, saying, "Little beauty, how will you not forgive me? Will you bite my bird with your little hole?" As he spoke, he even reached out and pulled at Luo Qingluan's beautiful pubic hair, making her both ashamed and angry, and causing her to scream in surprise.

"Ha...ha...ha, let me tell you, I've given you a potion to dissipate your internal energy. Do you still have the martial arts skills you had that day? Do you still think you're the peerless martial arts master, Roufeng? Hahaha!"

Ye Ziqiang pinched the small, delicate, rosy nipple, tugged at it, and said viciously, "Don't even think about calling for help. This is a secret underground chamber. Even if you scream your lungs out, no one will hear you. So I advise you to give up on that idea. You'd better save your strength for later, when you're under me, you can scream however you want."

Luo Qingluan thought to herself, "Fine!" Now, she only had one path left: to commit suicide as soon as possible to avoid her pure chastity being defiled.

Thinking of her newlywed husband, her heart ached again, and she thought to herself, "Xiang Lang, do you know your beloved wife is being humiliated? Let's continue our love in the next life!"

With that thought, she looked at him contemptuously and said, "Don't even think about it. I will never let you succeed. At most, you'll only get my corpse!"

Ye Ziqiang licked his dry lips and said coldly, "Don't even think about dying. Hmph... even if you die, I'll still defile your corpse, and I'll carve 'Divine Catcher Roufeng' on your face," he said, his hand still gently stroking her cheek, "and then strip you naked and throw you at the city gate for everyone to see!"

Hearing these words, Luo Qingluan felt a chill run down her spine, and a wave of despair washed over her. The thought that even if she fought desperately, she couldn't stop him from raping her. Even if she committed suicide, she would still be defiled like this after death. The thought of being naked and exposed at the city gate after death sent shivers down her spine. She dared not imagine the scene any longer, and for a moment she truly didn't know what to do.

Although ranked first among the Three Divine Constables, Luo Qingluan was actually the weakest of the three, inferior to her two sworn sisters in martial arts, wit, and willpower. The other two came from humble backgrounds, while Luo Qingluan was born into a wealthy and powerful family, possessing a distinguished status. From a young age, she had studied under renowned masters, acquiring extraordinary skills, and had smoothly solved numerous major cases since her debut. Due to her age, she was ranked first among the Three Divine Constables. She had never experienced anything like this before.

Perhaps heaven's favor had left her, casting her into this abyss. Faced with such words, this precious young woman was completely at a loss, falling into panic.

Seeing Luo Qingluan fall silent, the contempt in her eyes vanishing and replaced by fear, Ye Ziqiang knew his threat had worked. He couldn't help but feel secretly smug. He lewdly grinned and said, "As long as you know what's good for you and let me have my way, I promise I won't hurt a hair on your head. Hehe, I've checked, you're not a virgin anymore. What's the harm in being fucked a few more times? Besides, as long as you don't say anything and I don't say anything, no one will know. Maybe after you've tasted the sweetness, you'll even be thinking about me all the time!"

Hearing such shameless and vulgar words, Luo Qingluan felt both angry and ashamed. She had never heard such words before. Facing this despicable man, she felt utterly helpless. What angered her most was that he actually treated her like a wanton, shameless slut, believing he could conquer her through intercourse. She felt almost ashamed and resentful.

But then she thought, "If I truly refuse to submit until death, I will still suffer the same fate of being violated after death, and no one will know about it, so no one can avenge me. More importantly, this evil scoundrel will most likely escape punishment and continue his evil deeds. In that case, wouldn't I have died in vain? No... I must endure... As long as I live, I will find a way to bring him to justice and send him to the guillotine."

However, she didn't know that this very thought would plunge her into an endless hell, from which there was no turning back. This was what they meant by a single wrong thought.

Luo Qingluan felt she had made up her mind, but the thought of this disgusting lecherous thief wantonly ravaging her pure and innocent body filled her with panic. She remembered that she had handled many cases of rape, and she never thought that one day this fate would fall upon her. Heaven is truly blind!

Seeing her remain silent, Ye Ziqiang slapped her twice. "Damn it, I tried to reason with you, and you still won't listen. You're not even good-looking. If it weren't for your decent figure, I wouldn't have slept with you!" Then he lifted her chin and said, "You bitch, think it over! Do you agree or not?"

Overwhelmed by immense humiliation, Luo Qingluan's delicate body trembled slightly. She bit her lip and stammered out heartbreaking words, "I...I...agree...to...you..." As soon as she finished speaking, two streams of tears rolled down her cheeks and onto her ears.

Upon hearing this, Ye Ziqiang was overjoyed. His combination of kind words and harsh words had actually worked on the Divine Constable Roufeng. He couldn't help but admire his own intelligence.

Gazing at the bound and helpless constable Roufeng, Ye Ziqiang swallowed hard, his mouth watering. He disregarded everything else, stripped off his clothes, and pressed himself against the seemingly weak and vulnerable woman's soft, smooth, and alluringly voluptuous body.

The thought that he was pinning down Roufeng, the leader of the three great constables, and that he, a lowly thief, could actually rape such a high-ranking constable—and with her consent no less—was far more exciting and stimulating than raping her while she was unconscious. Ye Ziqiang's penis swelled and hardened even more.

Although he had examined her body while she was unconscious, pressing against her smooth, snow-white skin brought an unprecedentedly delicate, soft, and jade-like touch, almost melting him. Ye Ziqiang couldn't help but sigh inwardly, 'If she were any more beautiful, she would be an angel descended from heaven.' Even so, Luo Qingluan's exquisite body, sculpted from a single piece of white jade, still captivated him. Moreover, even as a married woman, Luo Qingluan's beautiful body exuded a mature feminine charm, a mature and voluptuous body that was truly alluring and captivating, enough to make any man fall for her.

Heartbroken and grief-stricken, Luo Qingluan's breath caught in her throat as he pressed her down heavily. She thought to herself, "It's here, it's finally here..." Although she was mentally prepared, she was still in turmoil, completely disoriented, and couldn't help but gasp for breath. Her firm, smooth breasts, pressed down heavily on her chest, rose and fell rapidly, as if rubbing against his chest, bringing Ye Ziqiang immense pleasure.

Suddenly, Luo Qingluan felt a hot, hard penis pressing tightly against her soft, white abdomen, throbbing with an astonishing heat. A wave of dizziness washed over her; she vaguely sensed that the thing was thicker and longer than she had ever imagined.

As the moment approached, fear gripped Luo Qingluan. Her secret garden, which only Xiang Lang had ever entered, was about to be conquered and violated by this man's filthy member. She struggled frantically, pleading, "No...no...please...let me go..." She twisted her body desperately, trying to prevent the man's member from touching her sacred and precious private parts.

But how could a woman deprived of martial arts, with her hands bound to her head, be a match for a man driven by lust? Ye Ziqiang effortlessly suppressed her hopeless struggles with his body, grabbing the poor woman's large, plump breasts and squeezing hard. Luo Qingluan cried out in pain. Taking advantage of her distraction, Ye Ziqiang pressed his legs against her knees, thrusting and penetrating to forcefully separate her legs.

"No...don't...ah..." By the time Luo Qingluan realized what was happening, Ye Ziqiang's legs were already forcefully inserted between her thighs, preventing her from closing them. Then, with a final push, his burning hot penis pressed against Luo Qingluan's crotch, the drooling, red glans brushing against her tender labia.

Luo Qingluan, whose internal injuries had just healed, struggled a few times, but then felt increasingly weak and powerless under his weight. Her bound, snow-white hands grasped helplessly in the air. She struggled and twisted her body, pleading, "Please...don't be so hasty...okay...slower...ah..." The

pitiful constable Luo Qingluan let out a scream, her bright eyes tightly shut in pain, two streams of tears rolling down her cheeks. She felt that thick thing had already entered her mysterious flower path; her womanhood and chastity had been lost just like that. In an instant, she felt as if she were falling into an abyss.

It turned out that in her struggle, Ye Ziqiang's huge penis had forced open the tender and smooth red clam guarding her fleshly orifice, and the enormous glans had forcibly pried open the extremely unwilling jade gate, forcefully piercing into the depths of her delicate fleshly orifice without any secretions.

Due to the lack of lubrication from her love juices, Luo Qingluan felt a piercing pain from her lower body, as if her body had been torn in two. The feeling was like the first time Xiang Lang's thing entered her body on their wedding night—no, even more painful, because what was entering her now was much thicker and larger than Xiang Lang's, stretching her narrow, tight vagina wide open.

"Mmm!" Luo Qingluan only had time to let out a muffled groan before that enormous, hard, and burning-hot penis forcefully entered her body, burying itself deep inside her vagina. With waves of intense pain, Luo Qingluan's pair of fair, jade-like, full, and slender thighs trembled, causing the walls of her vagina to quiver slightly, bringing even more pleasure to the enormous penis that was thrusting deeper and deeper into her mysterious, tight, and secret palace.

As soon as Ye Ziqiang inserted his penis deep into Luo Qingluan's flower path, he discovered from the sensation that her vagina was unusually small and tight, gripping his penis tightly and firmly. The layers of tender flesh on the vaginal walls contracted and writhed continuously, as if forcefully sucking on his penis. The little hole of the divine constable Roufeng was so tight and supple! It was almost like that of a virgin, which made him even more excited.

In Luo Qingluan's struggle and resistance, Ye Ziqiang, relying on his strength, plunged his penis all the way into the tight and delicate vagina of the goddess constable who had lost her martial arts skills.

He looked up and took a deep breath, letting his huge penis firmly occupy the unique small and tight flower honey hole of this high and mighty goddess constable, and happily savored the indescribable hot and comfortable feeling of his large penis being gripped by the tender flesh in the tight vagina. That feeling was completely different from the lewd holes of those prostitutes in the brothel he used to go to.

Normally, the noble and elegant divine constable Roufeng Luo Qingluan, respected by all, was filled with shame and indignation. She had never imagined she would be raped. This ugly man, disregarding her resistance, had violated her sacred and mysterious place with his thick, filthy member, penetrating so deeply into her body. She clearly felt the head of his filthy member reaching her deepest point, a place even her beloved husband had never touched, filling her with grief and rage.

More than the burning pain his penis inflicted on her tender vagina, the pain in Luo Qingluan's heart was far greater—the heart-wrenching feeling of a woman unable to preserve her chastity, her pure body defiled and ruthlessly violated.

She struggled and twisted even more fiercely, trying to expel the thick member from her sacred and chaste paradise. Her voluptuous body writhed beneath him like a snake, swaying her plump, white buttocks, completely unaware that this only intensified the pleasure for both of them.

As Ye Ziqiang savored the exquisite friction between her tender vaginal flesh and his penis caused by her struggles, and the unparalleled sensation emanating from his penis, he lowered his head and lewdly bit her delicate earlobe, saying, "My chief constable, don't bother. Even if I release you now, my penis has already entered your little hole, hehe, you've still been fucked by me!"

These words seemed to strike Luo Qingluan's weak spot, her heart plunging into an abyss of shame and indignation. She helplessly thought that she had been defiled, that her sacred and inviolable forbidden zone had been occupied and violated by this man. Even the waters of three rivers could not wash away her stain. She regretted it so much; she shouldn't have been so careless, shouldn't have been alone... As she thought, her struggles gradually loosened, and a desperate pain welled up in her heart.

Seeing that her resistance was gradually easing, Ye Ziqiang began to thrust on Luo Qingluan's soft and voluptuous body. He gently thrust his penis, tightly gripped by her narrow vagina, slowly withdrawing a short distance before gently pushing it back in, rotating it as he did so to maximize the stimulation of her tender flesh.

He wanted to slowly arouse the proud female constable's desire, because judging from her physical reactions, she was still a very virgin woman, especially seeing her rosy, moist, and plump vulva. This tender vulva of a young woman with little sexual experience aroused him to conquer the body and soul of this usually unapproachable female constable, to thoroughly enjoy this unparalleled and alluring body. The poor female constable's starry

eyes were tightly closed, her delicate brows furrowed, her pearly teeth biting down, barely able to bear the slight but extremely clear stinging pain and the humiliation of being raped from the thrusting of his huge penis in her still wet secret passage. Powerless to change her fate, she only hoped that this man would finish quickly, so that this shameful and humiliating scene could end as soon as possible.

Yet this man was leisurely and deliberately ravaging her body, as if savoring some delicious delicacy. What terrified her even more was that her body was slowly adapting to his ravaging. She could clearly feel her vagina slowly leaking that shameful fluid, the sticky water flowing from her body lubricating her opening and facilitating the thrusting of his penis.

Luo Qingluan knew that once this fluid flowed out, the feeling of pleasure that would bring her was imminent. This was something she had experienced after making love with Xiang Lang. Although Xiang Lang was always very hasty at first, she would quickly produce fluid, and then when Xiang Lang's hot semen shot deep into her, she would feel a kind of pleasure, extremely comfortable. She

never expected that she would also produce fluid under these circumstances, and a sense of unease swept over her heart.

Suddenly, she felt a large hand fall on the skin of her breasts, which was cold with despair. The burning sensation made her let out a soft moan.

Ye Ziqiang felt that her vaginal opening was gradually adapting to his large penis, and a small amount of vaginal fluid was seeping out. Overjoyed, he slowly increased the speed of his thrusts, while his rough hands caressed her delicate and smooth skin. The smooth, tender, white jade-like skin blushed slightly under the caress of his rough hands.

Then Ye Ziqiang's hands moved to her high, full, snow-white breasts, grasping one of her incredibly soft and tender breasts in one hand, kneading it with varying pressure and speed. He felt a wonderful sensation of firmness, softness, and elasticity between his palms, which made his blood boil. Gradually,

his fingers closed up, gently caressing the proud, full breasts, rubbing and pressing them in circles, slowly climbing to the small, delicate, protruding, rosy nipple, gently pinching the soft nipple between two fingers, gently and skillfully rubbing and kneading it.

Luo Qingluan felt a jolt of electricity run through her body from the strange sensation emanating from her sensitive nipples. The thought that even her small, sensitive nipples, which she usually avoided looking at closely and dared not touch lightly due to shyness, were being wantonly rubbed and humiliated by such a strange and disgusting man filled her with a strange, inexplicable thrill of shame and embarrassment.

From the woman's reaction beneath him, Ye Ziqiang realized her man must be a completely unromantic fellow, an idiot who didn't understand women. He couldn't help but chuckle to himself; young women like this, who had a slight understanding of the pleasures of sex but didn't really know the joys of intercourse, were the most fun.

So he used all the techniques he'd honed with prostitutes. While caressing and playing with her tender breasts, his other hand reached into her lower abdomen, where they were joined, inserting two fingers into the soft, curly pubic hair on her incredibly soft, high mons pubis, searching and probing.

Suppressing the tingling sensation emanating from her breasts, Luo Qingluan nervously noticed his hand brazenly caressing her soft, smooth mons pubis. Her focus intensified, becoming even more intense in her lower abdomen.

Suddenly, her body trembled as Ye Ziqiang's fingers reached the very top of her secret cleft. Beneath the soft pubic hair, at the juncture of the two pink labia, the hidden clitoris had just peeked out when it fell into his clutches.

Ye Ziqiang felt the incredibly soft, rosy clitoris slowly swelling and trembling slightly on the smooth, tender bone above her moist vulva. He immediately and delightedly pinched the most sensitive clitoris between his fingers and began to rub it.

"Mmm..." Luo Qingluan finally couldn't help but part her lips, letting out an alluring moan.

Encouraged, Ye Ziqiang became even more smug, simultaneously attacking the woman beneath him from three points. Her rosy nipples swelled and ached from the caresses, her tender clitoris was rubbed and tingled, and her vagina was filled to bursting by his thick penis. Even the slightest thrust brought her intense pleasure. Luo Qingluan was instantly overwhelmed by the intense stimulation, her heart trembling wildly. She couldn't help but moan softly, her body trembling uncontrollably.

Having just tasted the pleasures of intercourse, Luo Qingluan was no match for the lewd and ravaging methods of experienced women like Ye Ziqiang. The most sensitive parts of her body were simultaneously and skillfully teased and groped, causing her mature body to completely submit, responding involuntarily.

What surprised Luo Qingluan most, and what made her tremble uncontrollably, was that the small, unidentified fleshy bud, under Ye Ziqiang's lewd caresses, swelled and hardened, emanating waves of incredibly pleasurable, blissful, and shameful pleasure that flowed through her body, surged into her heart, and assaulted the depths of her mind. She could no longer feel the pain of being raped; instead, she felt a blissful, cloud-like sensation.

"No wonder those women say how beautiful and pleasurable it is! So this is what it feels like..." Thinking this, Luo Qingluan couldn't help but curse inwardly, "How could you have such thoughts? You're being raped!" She felt deeply ashamed; that pleasurable feeling both loved and feared her.

While she also experienced pleasure during intercourse with her husband, which she enjoyed immensely, she had never felt the ecstatic, cloud-like sensation described by some married women. Her husband was conventional and oblivious to romance, only knowing how to relentlessly penetrate her. At this moment, Luo Qingluan truly felt this new kind of stimulation—the intoxicating, bone-melting, ecstatic, and unforgettable pleasure.

Once she understood this feeling, Luo Qingluan felt that all her previous love affairs had been in vain. With her fingers moving rapidly, the increasingly intense pleasure stimulated her body and mind. Her soft, boneless, beautiful body trembled slightly beneath Ye Ziqiang, almost like a spasm.

Feeling an indescribable, wonderful pleasure surge from her lower body, Luo Qingluan couldn't help but open her cherry lips wide, her breath coming in rapid gasps, her tender breasts heaving, and her cloud-like hair damp with fragrant sweat. She knew, with immense shyness and helplessness, that a warm current was gushing from the depths of her flower garden—something she had never experienced before, nor knew anything about.

Ye Ziqiang felt his penis enveloped by a warm current. From the sensitive glans, he clearly knew that the goddess constable's cervix had opened. He sucked on his glans for a while, knowing that the constable had ejaculated. He paused, letting his penis savor the pleasure of being rubbed and squeezed by the hot, tender flesh, while also taking a close look at the goddess constable who had just climaxed, because a woman is most beautiful when she is in the throes of orgasm.

Upon closer inspection, he noticed something unusual. Luo Qingluan's soft, snow-white body was glistening with sweat, even her hairline was damp with perspiration, yet her cheeks remained perfectly smooth and warm to the touch, and felt slippery when pinched. Ye Ziqiang couldn't help but scrutinize her face more closely.

Finally, he discovered the secret. Ye Ziqiang slowly peeled off the thin, exquisitely crafted human skin mask covering Luo Qingluan's face. As the mask was lifted, a breathtakingly beautiful face, capable of both joy and anger, was revealed before him. A blush appeared on her rosy cheeks, exuding boundless shyness. Ye Ziqiang let out

a long sigh, racking his brains for words, but he couldn't find the right phrase to describe the exquisite beauty before him. Even the most beautiful descriptions, like "the fish sink and the geese fall from the sky" or "the moon hides its face in shame," seemed insufficient to express this woman's beauty.

Luo Qingluan knew her face had been discovered. While feeling panicked and helpless, seeing his stunned expression, she surprisingly felt a surge of pride and satisfaction. She had absolute confidence in her beauty, knowing its allure to any man.

Seeing the man's infatuated expression, she felt immensely happy, momentarily intoxicated by her own charm. In her joy, Luo Qingluan couldn't help but scold herself, "Pah, what's wrong with me? Being looked at by this man makes me happy?!"

At that moment, Ye Ziqiang buried his head in her face, showering her with kisses and nibbles, murmuring, "Fairy! You are a fairy!" With his movements, his penis, buried inside her vagina, rubbed and twisted, greatly stimulating the still-orgasmic vaginal walls, causing her vaginal fluids to flow even more freely.

Luo Qingluan felt ashamed and indignant for a moment, but her surging lust quickly overwhelmed her reason. She was distressed because her hands were tied behind her head; otherwise, she would have clung tightly to the man on top of her. Even so, she writhed like a snake, her delicate body emitting soft moans. Only

when Luo Qingluan's jade-like face was covered in his saliva did Ye Ziqiang raise his head, looking into the beautiful woman's starry eyes. He grasped her large, full breasts, kneading and rubbing them, his hips rising and falling forcefully. His thick penis moved in and out of her tight vagina, Luo Qingluan's opening and closing with a series of soft, squelching sounds.

Hearing the lewd sounds emanating from her own body, and being stared at like this by the man, Luo Qingluan closed her eyes in infinite shyness, letting out unbearable, lustful cries. But with her eyes closed, her senses became even more acute, the pleasure intensified, and her moans became even more alluring.

Seeing the arrogant goddess constable moaning alluringly beneath him, Ye Ziqiang was extremely pleased. He reached out and untied the ropes binding her hands, then lowered his head to find her half-open lips and kissed her forcefully.

As soon as Luo Qingluan's hands were freed, she immediately wrapped her arms tightly around the man on top of her, disregarding the fact that he was her rapist. She thrust her plump, fragrant buttocks forward, welcoming the thrusts of his penis, ensuring the glans hit her sensitive, tender clitoris with each stroke. At the same time, she opened her fragrant lips and invited Ye Ziqiang's tongue into her sweet, cherry-like mouth. Their lips met, Ye Ziqiang's nimble tongue sliding and pressing against Luo Qingluan's clumsy, awkward tongue, engulfing her body and soul in a burning desire.

When they finally parted, panting, Luo Qingluan immediately let out a passionate moan, her beautiful, alluring, boneless body writhing like a serpent. Unexpectedly, the female constable became so passionate after arousing. Ye Ziqiang was extremely excited and thrust even harder, his lower abdomen slamming heavily against her soft, swollen mons pubis, wishing he could stuff his scrotum, which was hanging outside, into her fiery little hole.

With each increasingly intense thrust, Luo Qingluan's tight little hole emitted a series of lewd, squelching sounds. Her naturally petite and tight vaginal passage grew hotter and hotter, with gushes of lustful fluid gushing out, wetting both of their pubic hair. The tender vaginal walls began to contract violently under the repeated friction of the thick penis, the sensitive and delicate vaginal mucosa tightly and hotly wrapped around the penis.

Ye Ziqiang felt as if his penis was being tightly gripped by several small hands. The pleasurable sensation made him roar and thrust wildly and furiously. Now Luo Qingluan raised her two pink legs high, her exquisite jade feet tense and straight, her mouth uttering sweet and melodious cries, her primal beastly desires completely revealed.

Ye Ziqiang buried his head and thrust more than three hundred times, then felt a soreness in his lower back. At this moment, his large glans just reached the depths of her vagina, where the flower heart was wide open like a trumpet, tightly enveloped by the rapidly contracting flower heart. Then, a thick and sticky stream of vaginal fluid gushed out from deep within her uterus, violently hitting his swollen and sensitive glans. Instantly, an electric-like pleasure surged, making his mind go blank. He couldn't help but shout, and his hot yang fluid gushed out, all of it shooting into the uterus of the jade woman beneath him.

Luo Qingluan, her eyes tightly closed, was savoring the dreamlike, intoxicating pleasure. She felt as if she were flying in the sky, floating on clouds. Suddenly, she felt a burning heat deep within her lower abdomen, followed by an excruciating, soul-crushing wave of pleasure enveloping her entire body. She clung to the man on top of her with all her might, as if he were her most beloved.

In the throes of orgasm, Luo Qingluan was acutely aware of everything happening to her. The hot, enormous glans, tightly gripped by her tingling, numb core, was convulsively ejaculating streams of scalding fluid, powerfully striking the walls of her uterus. This made her tender uterine walls feel hot, sore, tingling, and numb, causing her uterine walls to tremble. These spasms and contractions quickly spread throughout her body, making her shiver involuntarily.

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