White Dragon Fish Costume 3-5

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On Luofeng Island, at Tingtao Courtyard,
Martial Saint Mu Yunqiubai entered a secret chamber, followed by a battered and bruised Fan Jianxin.
"I brought her here. Is this her?" Mu Yunqiubai asked, stepping into Bai Shuang's room. Inside Fan Jianxin's room stood a beautiful young woman dressed in white, her appearance and demeanor bearing a resemblance to Bai Wuxia. Fan Jianxin immediately tensed, sensing that the person before her was likely Bai Wuxia's mother, Bai Shuang.
As she pondered this, Fan Jianxin suddenly felt a tightness in her chest as a powerful spiritual force assaulted her. She was intimately familiar with this power, and despite her physical weakness, she mustered her willpower and repelled it.
In an instant, Bai Shuang's expression shifted dramatically, her beautiful eyes glistening with tears. After a long pause, she finally managed to control her emotions and asked, "You came from the Twin Gates? She actually managed to open the Twin Gates!"
Fan Jianxin was taken aback. This secret was known only to those who came out of the Twin Gates with Bai Wuxia, and it happened five years ago. How could she know it?
"Little girl, I think you've guessed it. I am Bai Shuang, Wuxia's mother. I know Wuxia is preparing to attack this place. You were sent by her, weren't you?" Bai Shuang said urgently.
Fan Jianxin looked at her and then at Mu Yun Qiubai beside her without saying a word. Although she was certain that the woman in front of her was Bai Shuang's mother, she had to be cautious in the enemy camp.
"I understand your situation. You don't need to answer any of my questions." Although Bai Shuang really wanted to ask her how Wuxia was doing and if she was alright, she was extremely intelligent and knew that even if she believed that Fan Jianxin was Wuxia's mother, she wouldn't say anything more.
"You must have suffered a lot on the island, right? You're so young! It must have been so hard for you!" Bai Wuxia walked to Fan Jianxin's side and gently stroked her hair, speaking softly. Fan Jianxin looked haggard, her clothes tattered, her exposed body covered in purplish-blue wounds, a sight that evoked pity.
Hearing Bai Shuang's soft words, Fan Jianxin's chest tightened, and tears streamed down her face. Her tears weren't just for the hellish torment she had endured, but also for Xia Qingyang. She didn't blame him, yet she couldn't stop her heartbreak.
Bai Shuang was also overcome with sorrow; she had also experienced hellish days and knew how painful those wounds were. "Mu Yun, find her a quiet place to rest, and don't let anyone violate her again," Bai Shuang said to Mu Yun Qiubai.
"I know, come with me," Mu Yun Qiubai said in a deep voice.
After Mu Yun Qiubai led Fan Jianxin away, Bai Shuang's chest remained heaving with emotion. Wu Xia had risked her life to rescue her; how could a mother not be overjoyed? But the Demonic Sect was powerful, and even though Wu Xia had opened the Twin Gates, increasing her strength by more than one level, attacking Luofeng Island would still be extremely dangerous. For some reason, Bai Shuang had an ominous premonition, like a nightmare that wouldn't go away.
After settling Fan Jianxin, Mu Yun Qiubai returned to his room, his expression grave, as if burdened by great worries.
"Mu Yun, what do you think?" Bai Shuang asked anxiously.
Mu Yun Qiubai chuckled bitterly, "As you know, I've been far removed from the sect's affairs for the past eight years. Although I still hold the title of Martial Saint, I'm actually imprisoned here just like you. I don't know much, but one thing is certain: the Extreme Angel's strength is extraordinary, otherwise the island wouldn't be so tense."
"Then who do you think will win this battle?" Bai Shuang pressed, knowing Mu Yun Qiubai didn't know much either.
"It's hard to say. Unless the Twin Gates you mentioned hide power beyond human imagination, unless there are countless people like you with spiritual power, then it's possible," Mu Yun Qiubai said.
“I didn’t ask that little girl how many people like her there are, but I estimate there can’t be too many, maybe a few dozen at most,” Bai Shuang said.
“If there are only a few dozen, then it’s hopeless,” Mu Yun Qiubai said cautiously. Based on his understanding of the Demonic Sect’s strength, he knew Bai Shuang’s daughter had little chance of winning this battle.
“Then what do we do?” Bai Shuang asked anxiously.
“What can we do besides wait and see?” Mu Yun Qiubai said helplessly.
“If Wuxia is defeated, can you save her?” Bai Shuang asked.
Mu Yun Qiubai didn’t answer; his brows were furrowed as if he were pondering something.
“I’m asking you, did you hear me?” Bai Shuang said reproachfully. Time has a powerful magic; eight years of imprisonment had changed Bai Shuang a lot. Not only was her mental strength not as strong as before, but even her sharp, sword-like edge had faded. Faced with this predicament, Bai Shuang’s first thought wasn’t to defeat the enemy with her own strength, but to seek help from those she relied on.
Mu Yun Qiubai smiled bitterly again, and after a long while, he slowly said, "The sect should already know that it was your daughter who attacked Luofeng Island this time. Eight years have passed, and the Black Emperor's patience with me has reached its limit. This time, I don't think he can tolerate it anymore.
I think they might ask me for her, so it's not a question of whether I can save your daughter, but whether I can even protect you."
"Then what should we do?" Bai Shuang was even more worried because of the dire situation.
"It won't be easy to get her from me, Mu Yun Qiubai. Even if a god-demon like Luo Xijie comes, I don't think they'll dare to make a move." Mu Yun Qiubai said with great confidence, "If they really dare to make a move, we can just fight. Even if we die, there's nothing to be afraid of."
"I'm not afraid of death, but I really want to see Wuxia one last time." Although Bai Shuang's expression was sad, her eyes revealed a longing.
"Why don't you get some rest? I won't sleep here tonight." Mu Yun Qiubai said, the atmosphere was very oppressive, but he didn't know how to comfort her.
"You should stay with me. I feel so suffocated." Bai Shuang grabbed his hand.
"Okay! I won't leave." Mu Yun Qiubai opened his arms and embraced her. Her full breasts pressed tightly against his chest, and a surge of heat rose within him. How could he have fallen so madly in love with her? Mu Yun Qiubai couldn't answer that question. At first, he might have been infatuated with her unparalleled beauty, but slowly he fell in love with her whole being, intoxicated by her, obsessed with her, willing to die for her without regret.
The desire born of deep love was like a poppy, dazzling and alluring; even a single taste would make one unable to resist its temptation for the rest of their life. In this dark cloud, with life and death uncertain, desire was like a spreading mist, an unstoppable surging tide.
Bai Shuang slowly undressed, her elegance like that of a noble empress. Heaven was both cruel and generous to her; cruel in subjecting her to countless trials, but generous in slowing down time, preventing the vicissitudes of life from eroding her unparalleled beauty.
For most women in their forties, the allure of men has waned, but not Bai Shuang. As her clothes slowly slipped down, her beautifully curved body was revealed, and her icy demeanor began to melt, revealing a warmth within her despite her coldness.
Many cannot understand why an emperor could love a beauty more than his kingdom, or why a powerful figure could risk everything for a woman. That's because they haven't encountered true beauty, or even if they have, they don't know how to appreciate it.
What defines true beauty? Looks and figure are not the criteria, because those must be flawless. True beauty requires a unique charisma.
Bai Shuang, true to her name, possesses an icy yet captivating aura that can bewitch the masses. But what's even more alluring is that beneath the ice lies a volcano. When ice and fire, two seemingly disparate elements, merge perfectly, the resulting beauty is unimaginable and irresistible. A woman who possesses two completely different temperaments yet can perfectly blend them can be called the most beautiful of all. Like Leng Xue, whose fusion of purity and lust captivated Qinglong Leipo; or Jie Hanyan, whose combination of stunning beauty and natural grace, two seemingly contradictory qualities, made Shenxiao Xingjun Yin Ziyang fall irrevocably in love with her. And Bai Shuang, with her ice and fire, conquered Mu Yun Qiubai, the martial saint of the Demonic Sect.
Looking at Bai Shuang, Mu Yun Qiubai was filled with turmoil. Although Bai Shuang had accepted him, perhaps due to her reserve or other reasons, she rarely took the initiative like she did today. Compared to Bai Shuang's mixed feelings of joy and worry, Mu Yun Qiubai was more worried than happy. He asked himself if he had the ability to protect Bai Shuang, but he had no answer. Although he possessed unparalleled martial arts skills, he was still made of flesh and blood. Under the attack of machine guns and cannons, even his extraordinary martial arts would be futile. Although there was a secret passage leading directly to the sea, even if he escaped, the vast ocean would be fraught with danger. His last resort was a statement made by the Black Emperor: "One day I will make you die, and I will personally take your head. I will not rely on others." Without firearms, Luo Xijie and Lei Pojue could not possibly capture him alive. Even if Ananda came, it would be impossible. If he were to fight to the point of exhaustion, at least half of the island's experts would be lost. With such a formidable enemy at hand, he bet they wouldn't dare. Thinking of this, Mu Yun Qiubai calmed down a bit. He looked up and saw Bai Shuang standing naked in front of him.
Just as Mu Yun Qiubai was about to step forward, Bai Shuang approached and pushed him to sit in a chair. Mu Yun Qiubai was somewhat puzzled, but Bai Shuang gracefully straddled his lap, her slender fingers pressing against his chest, unbuttoning his shirt one button at a time. Although she had accepted Mu Yun Qiubai in her heart, it was only because she was moved by his devotion; it didn't mean she had fallen in love with him. In her life, she would never love anyone else but Jing Fusheng. So, during their lovemaking, before her reason was overwhelmed by the tide of desire, she remained somewhat passive and reserved.
She knew Mu Yun Qiubai hoped she would be more proactive, but she had never fulfilled his wishes. At this moment, crisis struck, and Mu Yun Qiubai's sense of responsibility moved her deeply. For some reason, she had a bad feeling. Perhaps in the near future she would lose this man's protection; perhaps he would die; perhaps she would die; or perhaps she would face another cruel fate. So tonight, she decided to open her heart and give him more joy, so that when they truly parted, there would be less regret and sorrow.
The peerless expert Mu Yun Qiubai was now like an obedient child, motionless as she undressed him. Her soft, jade-like hands gently caressed his firm chest, sending waves of tingling pleasure through him, almost making him moan. Seeing Mu Yun Qiubai's erratic expression, Bai Shuang was speechless. Even now, she couldn't understand why this Martial Saint had lost all his composure in her presence. Seeing his state, Bai Shuang decided to tease him further. She cupped her full, white breasts and slowly lowered herself, using her nipples instead of fingers to gently trace patterns on his chest.
Seeing Bai Shuang's provocative actions, Mu Yun Qiubai trembled slightly with excitement. Fortunately, he was a master of his time, possessing exceptional self-control, and remained seated despite his arousal. Although Bai Shuang looked to be only in her thirties, and although fate had been exceptionally kind to her, she was not an ethereal fairy; she was mortal and would eventually grow old. If judged purely by worldly standards of beauty, although Bai Shuang's full breasts still maintained a beautiful shape, the color and elasticity of her skin could not compare to the breasts of a young girl like Leng Xue. But beauty has no absolute standard. Because of love, in Mu Yun Qiu Bai's eyes, those breasts pressed against his chest were the most beautiful works of art in the world.
Bai Shuang chuckled and released her breasts. She knelt down beside Mu Yun Qiu Bai, skillfully unbuckled his belt, and gently removed his trousers. Mu Yun Qiu Bai's penis had already been as hard as iron when Bai Shuang undressed him, and now, freed from its restraints, it stood erect like a spear in mid-air. Bai Shuang glanced at the thick penis with a smile, and gently grasped it with her slender hands.
Mu Yun Qiu Bai looked at the smiling Bai Shuang with an expression of utter indifference. Over the years, he had come to understand her somewhat and guessed her intentions. His infatuation had received some response, which dispelled the gloom in his heart.
Bai Shuang began to caress his penis with extremely complex gestures. Mu Yun Qiubai was initially taken aback, but then the immense pleasure surging through his groin made him wince and almost moan again. Mu Yun Qiubai wasn't unfamiliar with masturbation; he had masturbated for several years before Bai Shuang accepted him. But he hadn't expected that the same thing, which was straightforward and purely a release of desire in his hands, would be so exquisitely beautiful, even a kind of Tao, in Bai Shuang's hands.
Her hands danced like butterflies, not only with her palms, but also with the backs of her hands, fingertips, the backs of her fingers, and the curves of her fingers, all caressing his erect penis in different ways and with different postures. Whether it was stroking, bumping, thrusting, flicking, or hooking, every touch gave Mu Yun Qiubai a soul-stirring pleasure.
This wasn't just a subjective feeling like beauty is in the eye of the beholder; it was truly the superb technique Bai Shuang had mastered. In terms of pure sexual skill, not only on Luofeng Island, but also in the entire world, few could compare to Bai Shuang. During her years as a sex slave, Urata Zetsurou changed more than just her mind and body. In the hellish training, to ensure her daughter's survival and protection, Bai Shuang mastered unparalleled sexual skills.
What Bai Shuang was doing now was taught by Kazama Sayo, the most famous handjob technician in Japan, and she quickly surpassed her master. The two had a competition. The first was speed: whoever made the man ejaculate more times within five minutes won. Bai Shuang won 15 to 13. Kazama Sayo disagreed, saying Bai Shuang had the advantage in appearance, so they both wore thick clothes and covered their faces for a second competition. Bai Shuang won 14 to 12, leaving Kazama Sayo speechless. The second competition was aesthetics. Urata Zetsurou brought in five of the most senior sex workers in Japan to judge. The final result was four to one, with Bai Shuang winning again. Kazama Sayo was still unconvinced; she couldn't believe that someone who had only been learning the techniques for less than half a month could surpass her, who had been immersed in the profession for ten years. The final test was based on pleasure. They were both subjected to handjobs by five men. Despite her best efforts, Kazama Sayo lost two to three, forced to admit defeat. As she left, she bowed deeply to Bai Shuang, praising her as a prodigy in this art. It's unimaginable what Bai Shuang, then only in her early twenties, felt upon hearing such praise. More than twenty years later, Bai Shuang had finally overcome her past trauma. Only by overcoming it could she utilize the techniques she had learned in the past.
In less than a minute, Mu Yun Qiubai felt the urge to ejaculate. Although he was over forty, his martial arts skills and stamina remained at their peak. He was always very confident in his sexual abilities. While he sometimes lost control when Bai Shuang was passionate, this was still foreplay. He couldn't accept ejaculating in less than a minute after being touched by her small hands. Mu Yun Qiubai's mind raced. Using his inner energy could overcome this crisis, but he had never used it with Bai Shuang during their lovemaking; he disdained such a false display of strength.
Just as Mu Yun Qiubai was struggling with his dilemma, Bai Shuang's movements subtly changed. Although still swift and intense, they kept him on the verge of climax, slowing his movements as he was about to ejaculate. The heat subsided slightly, yet the teasing remained stimulating. Although Mu Yun Qiubai was immersed in the pleasure, he was, after all, a man of great talent. He quickly realized that she was in control of his desires, so he was no longer embarrassed and wholeheartedly enjoyed the ultimate pleasure.
Bai Shuang was determined to do everything she could to make him happy today. Although she couldn't use all the techniques she had learned, she would at least use more than that. After confirming that he had fully enjoyed the pleasure brought by her hand techniques, Bai Shuang used her hands to spread his legs, her naked body close to his, her posture changing from squatting to kneeling. Bai Shuang looked up at him, and while he was bewildered, she placed her hands on the outside of her full breasts, pressing her body tightly against him. Her large penis was wedged between the deep crevice of her towering snow-capped peaks, and Bai Shuang pushed her breasts to slowly envelop the penis in her cleavage.
Mu Yun Qiubai's head was spinning, happiness and pleasure surging like a tidal wave. At first, he thought Bai Shuang wanted oral sex. Although she had never initiated it, she had sucked his penis at his explicit or implicit requests. But he never expected Bai Shuang to do this. In the initial period, there was no love between Mu Yun Qiubai and Bai Shuang, only hatred. As a member of a demonic sect, conquering women inevitably involved violence, and Mu Yun Qiubai was no exception. During his rape of Bai Shuang, he engaged in breast sex multiple times, naturally grabbing her breasts himself. Perhaps Bai Shuang was particularly disgusted by this action; after accepting him, he tried it again once, and Bai Shuang's expression changed. After that, he dared not try it again.
Looking into Bai Shuang's eyes, Mu Yun Qiu Bai thought she had finally completely forgiven him for the sins he had committed at the beginning of their relationship. In truth, Mu Yun Qiu Bai was overthinking it. From the moment she accepted him in her heart, Bai Shuang had already forgiven him; otherwise, how could she have shared a bed with him?
Her drastic change in expression that time was mainly because Bai Shuang recalled the painful memories of being trained as a sex slave. Compared to hand techniques, Urata Jue Lang's requirements for breast sex were higher, because the training had only just begun, the pain hadn't yet become numb, and the shame still gnawed at her heart constantly. Serving a man with one's hands and serving a man with one's breasts are two completely different concepts; the latter is much more difficult to accept than the former.
It was precisely because she couldn't meet Urata Jue Lang's demands that the young Bai Wu Xia was harmed. That was the first time her daughter had suffered such severe harm in front of her. Although there were similar injuries afterward, the memory was particularly vivid because it was the first time. The instructor of breast sex techniques was still the most famous technician in all of Japan, but she failed the assessment, and several bigwigs of the brothels showed her their red cards. Pu Tian Jue Lang didn't punish her; instead, the punishment fell on Bai Wuxia.
Bai Shuang cried and begged Pu Tian Jue Lang to give her another chance, which he agreed to. But with her mind in such turmoil, how could she possibly pass the test? Bai Shuang cried as she used her exquisitely beautiful breasts to clamp the penises of those powerful figures, pleading for them to show their green cards, but ultimately failed. Bai Wuxia received even harsher punishment.
Her fair, soft breasts tightly gripped Mu Yun Qiu Bai's penis, surging like waves, which again gave Mu Yun Qiu Bai the urge to ejaculate. Bai Shuang still grasped his feelings with perfect precision, just as before, keeping his desire hovering on the edge of its peak.
"Kiss me." Bai Shuang's throbbing body also began to heat up.
Hearing this, Mu Yun Qiu Bai lowered his head, their lips pressed tightly together, their tongues intertwined, his hot, throbbing penis still deeply buried in her incredibly deep cleavage.
Section Two, White Dragon Fish Suit 4
, Pacific Ocean, Dominican Cruise Ship. The cruise ship, a 60,000-ton vessel, appeared no different from an ordinary luxury cruise ship from the outside, but after modifications, it possessed formidable combat capabilities. The Dominican served as the command center for the Extreme Angels' attack on Luofeng Island, where the organization's elite members worked day and night on pre-battle preparations.
On the top deck platform, in the afterglow of the setting sun, Bai Wuxia leaned on the railing, gazing into the distance. At the edge of the sea, fiery clouds shifted and changed magically, their exquisite beauty prompting a sigh at the vastness of the world and the insignificance of humanity, and the capriciousness of fate.
Bai Wuxia's youth was marked by hardship. She was once molested by a scoundrel while saving Ying Tong, and even more so, she opened her body to a man to rescue her mother. Although she miraculously survived, the humiliation and pain she endured were unimaginable. Later, although she received hundreds of millions of dollars from her mother, with such a sum, even with her extraordinary talent, she was powerless to challenge the millennia-old Demonic Sect, let alone contend with powerful underworld figures, within just a few years.
Just when Bai Wuxia was on the verge of despair, a mysterious organization with a thousand-year-old heritage found her, promising that if she opened only four doors, she would become the organization's new master, and with each door she opened, she would possess all the power within.
Through two attempts, Bai Wuxia opened the first door, the Door of Darkness, gaining access to twenty-eight top assassin organizations worldwide, whose strength far exceeded her expectations.
The second door was the Door of Silence, which Bai Wuxia passed smoothly, granting her dozens of super soldiers with the same spiritual power as herself.
The third door was the Door of Twins, a trial far more difficult than she imagined. Bai Wuxia failed repeatedly, but at the last moment, she unleashed tremendous potential and finally passed the trial. The energy contained within the Door of Twins was unimaginable; over two hundred prominent figures in the global business, political, and military circles were members of this mysterious organization. Bai Wuxia could mobilize billions of dollars with a wave of her hand, and if she so desired, she could even change the fate of a nation. Moreover, most of these members are based in the superpower, the United States. In some ways, her roots in the US are deeper than those of the Demonic Sect and Phoenix.
Bai Wuxia had attempted the final trial of the Gate of Nothingness, but she failed before the trial even officially began.
Although one gate remained unopened, she already possessed the power of the first three. Bai Wuxia felt she had enough strength to challenge the Demonic Sect; after waiting eight years, she could wait no longer.
The Demonic Sect was an enemy, but she also harbored no goodwill towards the other mysterious organization, Phoenix, because she had once sought their help in her youth but was coldly rejected. Although she didn't have any goodwill, their sides were ultimately aligned, so she attempted to gain a deeper understanding of Phoenix through Lan Xingyue. This was her initial reason for keeping Lan Xingyue around, but everything that followed was beyond her expectations.
Because she hadn't opened the final gate, Bai Wuxia was not yet the true master of that mysterious organization, and knew very little about it. When was this organization established? What were its doctrines?
She didn't know. Moreover, judging from the trials, this organization even possessed a significant evil element.
After failing the first trial, she was violated for a day and a night by the leader of those assassins. Although she wasn't deprived of her virginity, the methods they used on her still horrified her. The evil of the Twin Gates trial far exceeded Bai Wuxia's imagination. To pass the trial, she amplified her lust tenfold, a hundredfold, with her mental power. After the trial, Bai Wuxia's thirst for desire was no less than that of her mother, Bai Shuang, who had been trained as a sex slave.
To this day, Bai Wuxia was still a virgin, but apart from her short vagina, her beautiful body had been admired and violated by many men. Even her anus, cleavage, and mouth had been filled with men's filthy semen. Once upon a time, Bai Wuxia struggled desperately to preserve her virginity, but later she loathed being a virgin herself. If it weren't for the old witch-like woman who led her through the trials saying that one must be a virgin to open the final door, Bai Wuxia might have violently thrust a dildo into her vagina, tearing that membrane representing purity and chastity to shreds.
Lust is a human instinct, somewhat like a drug; once addicted, it's difficult to control. After passing the trial of the Twin Gates, Bai Wuxia was constantly plagued by intense lust. Although masturbation provided some relief, it wasn't a permanent cure, and she often tossed and turned at night, unable to sleep.
Later, Ling Mengdie, who emerged from the Gate of Silence, came into Bai Wuxia's view. The moment Ling Mengdie saw Bai Wuxia, she felt an urge to live and die for her, but Bai Wuxia was aloof and unapproachable, so she could only bury this admiration and love deep in her heart. Bai Wuxia had long seen through her feelings. While she didn't dislike Ling Mengdie, she didn't hate her either. But when lust couldn't be suppressed by masturbation, she had to try other methods.
When Bai Wuxia called her to her side, Ling Mengdie couldn't believe this sudden happiness. But when Bai Wuxia discovered she was intersex, she hesitated and prepared to refuse. Ling Mengdie immediately drew a dagger and stabbed herself in the chest. Bai Wuxia stopped her. Touched by someone willing to die for her, she ultimately let Ling Mengdie stay. For
Bai Wuxia, Ling Mengdie was purely a matter of lust; any emotion she felt was simply relief that someone loved her. Her feelings for Lan Xingyue were far more complex.
Ling Mengdie was her subordinate, while Lan Xingyue wasn't. She had once competed with Lan Xingyue, and although she won, she was deeply impressed by Lan Xingyue's skill and grace. In relationships, equality is crucial, like the old saying about being well-matched in social standing, and Ling Mengdie clearly didn't meet that standard.
Although Ling Mengdie was also beautiful, compared to Lan Xingyue, she was slightly inferior in appearance, figure, and temperament. Everyone yearns for beauty, and Bai Wuxia was no exception. Lan Xingyue possessed a unique, dashing, and heroic spirit; seeing her reminded Bai Wuxia of herself. Many people had also said she was strikingly heroic in her childhood. After her mother was kidnapped, and from the moment a man named Qian Rilang touched her breast while she was trying to raise money for Ying Tong's medical treatment, she felt that her proud and heroic spirit had vanished. As time passed, seeing the shadow of the past, touching what was once precious but lost, who wouldn't be moved?
Because so many men had humiliated and hurt her in the past, Bai Wuxia had an extreme aversion to men, so she chose Ling Mengdie, whom she thought was a woman. But Lan Xingyue was a true woman, while Ling Mengdie was not. Whenever she saw that strange thing between Ling Mengdie's legs, she felt an inescapable sense of unease.
Perhaps before Lan Xingyue lost her virginity, Bai Wuxia still harbored some vengeful thoughts due to past events, but when she saw Lan Xingyue's traces of virgin blood, she was truly moved. Although she was still a virgin herself, she felt utterly defiled, while Lan Xingyue was as pure as a blank sheet of paper, and she longed to possess that purity.
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The white underpants slid down her thighs, knees, calves, and ankles until they left Jie Hanyan's body. Crocodile God Betak brought the removed underpants to his nose and sniffed them intensely. He smelled a faint, delicate fragrance, which he determined was her natural virgin scent. So, holding the underpants, he looked up and asked with a dumbfounded expression, "You're a virgin, aren't you!"
The abrupt question and the idiotic expression left Jie Hanyan speechless. She was both ashamed and angry, her pretty face flushing even more. Although she was no longer a virgin, she was still a young girl whose heart had not yet awakened to love, and anyone would blush when suddenly asked such an extremely explicit question.
Jie Hanyan, already possessing unparalleled beauty, was now even more breathtaking with the added shyness of a young girl. Betak's idiotic expression deepened dramatically. He continued sniffing the underpants in his hand, muttering to himself, "I'm so lucky, I'm so happy, I actually deflowered a Phoenix Warrior, I broke a Phoenix Warrior's virginity, damn it, I'm going crazy, I'm going crazy!"
Looking at this idiotic and beastly man before her, Jie Hanyan could no longer contain herself and snapped, "Stop dreaming!"
"What did you say? What do you mean! You're not a virgin! I don't believe it! I don't believe it!" Betak wasn't actually crazy, just incredibly excited.
"I'm not!" Jie Hanyan couldn't stand his smug face.
"I don't believe it! I'd rather die than believe it!" Hearing her words, Betak felt like he'd been doused with cold water, finally snapping out of his idiotic state.
Jie Hanyan looked at him coldly; she didn't want to respond to such a pointless and shameless question.
Her disdain and indifference shattered Betak's confidence. He shouted impatiently, "Bring me the flashlight! Shine it on me, I want to inspect it myself."
One of Betak's men pulled out a high-intensity xenon flashlight from his waist, a dazzling white beam shining on Jie Hanyan's private parts.
"Spread her legs a little wider," Betak commanded. The two men in black holding her feet each took a few steps back, their long, shapely legs parting like scissors, their alluring private parts even more exposed to the beam of light. Because her legs were spread more than a hundred degrees apart, Betak simply sat down on the ground, his massive head level with the point where her legs met. He rubbed his hands together a few times as a warm-up, then focused his mind and raised his hands, both with three fingers curled up and the index finger and thumb extended into a pincer shape, as if he were not touching the tender private parts of a young girl, but rather defusing the fuse of a bomb. This serious demeanor was utterly comical.
Jie Hanyan had been contemplating whether to resist with her last strength when the rape actually occurred, but Betak's actions made her want to act prematurely. However, remembering her remaining half-power, she restrained her impulse. Jie Hanyan simply closed her eyes and concentrated, hoping to recover a little more strength for one last fight. Betak's fierce
demeanor was not unnecessary. Compared to her delicate, petite lips, his thick fingers were like two peach petals touching a few carrots; if the carrots rolled away carelessly, the petals would be completely crushed.
Betak was, after all, a first-rate expert. Although his fingers were thick, they were extremely steady and agile. His two thumbs gently pried open the tightly closed lips, and the thin, thread-like slit slowly widened, like a flower bud suddenly blooming, a beauty beyond description. The forcibly parted labia struggled weakly against the fingers. When Betak parted the lower part, the labia closed again; when he parted the upper part, the lower part returned to its original state.
Betak's forehead began to bead with sweat. He loudly asked his men, "Did any of you bring any tape or anything?"
His men exchanged glances; who would bring tape when they were carrying out an operation?
"Boss, should we help?" one of the men in black boldly asked.
"How can we help? Is there any room for your hands here?" Betak said irritably. Fortunately, he was somewhat quick-witted. He quickly came up with a plan. He withdrew his hands and grabbed Xie Hanyan's legs, then brought his large head closer, his large mouth, which had been biting her breasts, pressed against her delicate labia.
The moment his lips touched her labia, Xie Hanyan opened her eyes and tried to resist again, but ultimately she forced herself to endure it. His thick, powerful tongue, like a giant python, swirled around the soft labia. When the tip of his tongue entered the incredibly narrow jade gate, the exquisitely beautiful, naked body trembled.
After a long while, the enormous head reluctantly withdrew. Although the labia were covered in Betak's saliva after the swirling, they remained tightly closed, protecting their master's sacred place. He began to part the labia again. Because of the saliva, the labia became even softer. When Betak parted the labia again, because they were wet, they stuck to the skin on both sides. During this time, Betak kept spitting saliva on his fingers to increase the stickiness. Finally, the two thin labia were completely parted and stuck together, revealing a patch of spring beauty that had been hidden before Betak's eyes.
"So beautiful! Even the gods would go mad seeing this." Betak was shocked by his masterpiece.
It was truly beautiful. At this moment, Jie Hanyan's labia resembled an exquisitely beautiful butterfly spreading its wings. The breathtaking beauty was unmatched, even by the most magnificent works of nature.
If the labia were even slightly thicker, less soft, or a little darker in color, this beauty would be greatly diminished or even completely lost. Women with such beautiful labia were few and far between, if not unique.
"Shit! Ygod! Shit! Mygod!" Betak was as excited as if he had been injected with adrenaline. He shouted as he pulled a Samsung smartphone from his pocket and started snapping photos of his masterpiece.
After taking the photos, Betak was troubled again. Although he had fixed the labia to both sides, the entrance to the jade cave was tightly closed amidst the pink flesh. Although the xenon light illuminated the entrance in every detail, the light could not penetrate the deep cave.
Betak had tried to do the same once, but back then, the fourteen-year-old girl had used her thin, chopstick-like fingers to pry open the hole herself, allowing him to see what was inside. He looked at his carrot-thick fingers and estimated that the narrow hole was already questionable in terms of whether they could even fit his own, let alone pry open another one. Even if he managed to do it, would he still be able to see clearly inside?
When people are irrational, they fall into a blind spot in their thinking. Whether she was a virgin or not, he could just do it and find out. But Betak just couldn't think of that. He scratched his head, desperately trying to think of a solution. "Do you have anything thin?" he shouted to his men.
"How about a knife?" one of the men in black pulled out a long, thin dagger.
"Are you out of your mind!" Betak roared. Although the tip of the dagger was very sharp and thin, he wasn't trying to pry open iron or stone, but rather tender flesh softer than flower petals.
"I have a pen!" A man in black pulled out a fountain pen, which was much thinner than Betak's fingers.
"This one's good, do you have any more?" Betak took it and compared it to his fingers, finding it feasible.
But only one person carried a pen for any mission; the others hadn't. Betak, holding the pen, scolded, "I told you to read more books, but you never listen! You don't even have the nerve to go out without a pen."
"Boss, will this work?" A man in black pulled out a bunch of keys, some of the larger ones about a finger's length.
"This one's good! This one's good!" Betak threw away the fountain pen. The keys were thinner than the fountain pen, and since the keys were flat while the pen was round, the flat keys were obviously more effective at opening the narrow jade gate.
Betak took the two longest keys from the bunch, carefully pinching the ends. The two gleaming silver keys slowly reached out, and under the focused xenon light, the layers of tender flesh inside the flower cave were as translucent as pink jelly, breathtakingly beautiful.
Although Jie Hanyan's eyes were closed, she was fully aware of the shameless and despicable things Betak had done, and his vile words pierced her every nerve like steel needles. Yet, she remained motionless and silent, letting him do as he pleased. Jie Hanyan regretted her impulsiveness in Cairo. If she had endured the abuse from her kidnappers, perhaps her identity wouldn't have been exposed. If she had been captured and taken to the Tower of Death, she would have truly lost all chance. He, blinded by lust, probably didn't know he still had the strength for one last strike. If he could recover to about 20% of his power, there might still be a sliver of hope, but given his current injuries, it would take considerable time to recover even that. Until then, she had to endure whatever he did to her.
The cold keys were forcefully inserted into the tiny, needle-like hole, one after another, squeezing in. Betak, with the focused expression of a surgeon, meticulously held the key, his hands slowly parting to the sides. Finally, the tightly closed entrance to the jade cave opened, and a bright light illuminated the mysterious and deep passage.
"A little lower, a little to the left, yes, yes, if that doesn't work, go up, up!" Betak waved the beam of light, his eyes wide like copper bells, his nose almost touching Jie Hanyan's open lips. With his manipulation, the opened jade cave was now large enough to accommodate a finger. Although the bottom was not visible, the thin membrane was clearly visible.
"It's not there! Aren't Phoenix Warriors supposed to be chaste? Did you practice too hard and break that thing?" Betak reluctantly widened the opening further, but still couldn't find the membrane he was hoping for.
"Forget it, I'm not looking anymore. I don't care if you're a virgin or not." Betak angrily threw the keys far away and got up from the ground. As soon as he got up, he started taking off his clothes. He was somewhat sober now and knew that time was running out and every minute was precious.
"Carry her to that big rock, quick! And you guys take off your clothes and use them as a base. Oh, and tie her hands, but don't tie her legs." Betak commanded as he quickly took off his clothes.
Hearing this, Jie Hanyan opened her eyes. If she was tied up, it would be troublesome. But she saw that they were using ordinary ropes without steel wire, so she let them tie her up, because she could easily break free once she regained 20% of her strength.
Betak walked over, his clothes and pants scattered all over the ground behind him. He was not tall but extremely burly, with bulging muscles all over his body, like a high, hard rock. The huge rock, about the size of a round table, was covered with black clothes, and Jie Hanyan lay flat on the edge of the rock. Against the backdrop of black, Xie Hanyan, completely naked, appeared exceptionally fair and jade-like.
Two shirtless men pressed down on her slender, fragrant shoulders, while two others gripped her jade-like legs dangling over the rocks. Her shapely, long, and straight legs stretched out at obtuse angles, revealing the girl's most intimate parts.
Her vulva had returned to its original state; even with her legs spread so wide, the pink labia still concealed her entrance, preventing anyone from glimpsing what lay within.
"Are you scared!" Betak was extremely excited to see her open her eyes. "You kept your eyes closed earlier, were you trying to recover some strength to escape? Let me tell you, this drug lasts for six hours, don't even dream about it. If you close your eyes again and look like you're half-dead, I'll kill you."
Betak had only said it casually about her wanting to recover her strength to escape; he didn't know that Xie Hanyan had been seriously injured before arriving here, and her strength was at most only 50%. But what he said in jest was taken seriously. Xie Hanyan was terrified. At this moment, she was powerless to resist. If he used some drug or tied her up with stronger ropes, even if she recovered 20% of her strength, it would be too late. So she dared not close her eyes to heal her injuries as before, nor did she try to hide her fear. She couldn't let him become suspicious.
Betak was extremely pleased with the slight look of fear on Jie Hanyan's face. He wanted to conquer the indomitable Phoenix Warrior; it would be pointless if she cried and begged for mercy before even getting to him, like an ordinary woman.
While Betak's penis wasn't as terrifying as Baihu Yinxiao's, it was still quite impressive. He walked steadily between her open legs, his massive hands gripping her inner thighs like iron clamps, his spear-like penis thrusting relentlessly towards her tender labia.
The egg-sized glans pressed against her vulva, and Jie Hanyan's naked body trembled involuntarily. The moment she escaped the submarine, she felt a sense of rebirth; darkness vanished, light arrived, and all the past humiliation and pain were just a nightmare. But she hadn't expected the darkness to return so quickly; she was once again nailed to the cross of shame, and she felt an urge to cry.
The dark red glans mercilessly crushed the tender petals. The tightly closed jade orifice, though still holding its last line of defense, would soon succumb to the lewd power of that enormous thing. Just as the burning glans was about to squeeze into the incredibly narrow opening, the fierce attack suddenly stopped.
Betak had imagined countless times what methods and positions he would use to rape the Phoenix Warrior if given the chance, but the methods and positions he used now were too ordinary, too commonplace, insufficient to leave an unforgettable memory. Although he desperately wanted to enter the Phoenix Warrior's body before him, he used his willpower and perseverance to stop his advance.
At Betak's command, Jie Hanyan was dragged off the boulder. Two men on either side pulled on the chains binding her ankles, and soon Jie Hanyan was suspended in the air, her legs spread wide apart. Betak sat on the boulder, his hands gripping her slender waist, his enormous penis, like a flagpole, pressing against her slightly parted flower lips from below.
The phoenix is a divine bird soaring through the heavens, and its most beautiful moment is when it flies. This was Betak's understanding, so he suspended Xie Hanyan in the air, her wings spread in a flying posture, ready to be conquered.
Although Betak's imagination was a bit too vivid, he had to admit that this kind of defilement was much more stimulating than before. The naked men around them were filled with extreme desire, their eyes brimming with bestiality. Just now, they had the chance to touch her skin, and even secretly touch her shoulders and the prominent butterfly bones under her slender, beautiful neck without Betak noticing. Those who held her legs were even luckier; her exquisitely beautiful calves, delicate ankles, and her jade-like feet were far more alluring than her shoulders and butterfly bones. But now, they were either holding the air or gripping cold iron chains, and the scene before them was simply too stimulating, causing them to suffer no less than Xie Hanyan suspended in the air.
"My Phoenix Warrior, accept your destined fate! Let my spear pierce your body, and you will be utterly conquered by me!" This line was not improvised, but rather something Betak had envisioned long ago when he fantasized about this scene.
His clear, resonant, and powerful recitation left Jie Hanyan, who was struggling in pain and humiliation, speechless. She was utterly astonished that such a person existed in the world; this was her first reaction upon hearing the recitation.
As the powerful sound still echoed in the cave, the massive hand gripping Jie Hanyan's slender waist pressed down forcefully, sending her naked body plummeting at incredible speed. Since it was a piercing, it had to look like one, everything unfolding according to the script Betak had meticulously planned countless times. But unforeseen circumstances abound, and even directors make mistakes. Jie Hanyan's jade cave entrance was extremely narrow; Betak's aimless, straight thrust was destined to fail. The dark red glans slammed against the fleshy wall, her naked body swaying like a willow branch. Jie Hanyan felt as if she had been struck heavily by a sledgehammer; the intense pain caused her to groan softly.
Seeing this, Betak refused to give up, using brute force to press her body down again. Finally, her naked body plummeted, but Betak's heart sank. His spear changed direction, swiftly sweeping across the raised mons pubis, then through the flat abdomen, finally its massive tip trembling as it touched the slightly concave navel.
Although she had failed, Xie Hanyan appeared before Betak in an even more alluring pose. Because her pert buttocks were pressed against Betak's thighs, her long, jade-like legs arched in a beautiful curve, resembling a pair of flapping wings. What made Betak lose control even more was the sudden appearance of her exquisitely beautiful breasts before him. He instantly forgot his frustration at his failure and happily took the vibrant buds atop her snow-capped peaks into his mouth.
After a while, Betak's enormous head finally left her breasts. This time, he was relatively civilized; the full breasts were undamaged except for being covered in saliva. Xie Hanyan's suspended body slowly rose, her thick penis once again aimed like a cannon at her slightly swollen labia.
This time, Betak learned from his previous mistake and stopped indulging in unrealistic fantasies. He began a new round of attacks with a steady and methodical approach. Even so, it took him two or three minutes of trying before his thick penis finally found its target. As his naked body slowly descended, the egg-sized glans finally squeezed into the incredibly narrow entrance to the jade cave.
Section Two, White Dragon Fish Robe 5.
A tearing pain gnawed at her flesh and soul, but Jie Hanyan was one of the best among the younger generation of Phoenix Warriors. In that dark and sunless submarine, to survive, she forced herself to experience carnal desire and endured the torment of the exceptionally talented White Tiger Yin Xiao. Therefore, even at this moment, no matter how painful or humiliating, she gritted her teeth and persevered, refusing to give up the last glimmer of hope.
With her jade gate wide open, there was no longer any barrier to the brutal assault of the phallus. The enormous glans disappeared completely between her delicate labia. Betak's mind flashed back to countless fantasies, images of savage, frenzied slaughter and relentless, storm-like assaults. But the slow-motion movements now failed to deliver the intense thrill of conquest.
"Pierce through! My Phoenix Warrior!" This time, Betak recited a simplified version. With a roar that echoed through the cave, Jie Hanyan's naked body plummeted. The thick phallus cleaved through her body with overwhelming force, piercing the deepest part of her jade orifice. Her beautiful, slender legs rose again like white wings, but unlike before, this time her tender jade orifice was completely filled by the scalding hot, enormous member.
Her round, firm buttocks landed heavily on Betak's hairy thighs, and Xie Hanyan couldn't help but scream. The enormous penis felt like a sharp blade cleaving her body in two; she felt her vaginal opening must have been torn open. She shuddered. Her internal injuries were already so severe; if external injuries were added, her chances of survival would become increasingly slim.
With no other choice, Xie Hanyan lowered her head, focusing her gaze on her private parts. Their hips were pressed tightly together, obscuring the ugly, grotesque penis; it was entirely inside her. She couldn't see if her vagina had been torn either. After a moment, her body slowly rose, and the penis emerged from her vagina in a terrifying manner. Although still indistinct, there was no blood, indicating that her body hadn't suffered too much damage. Xie Hanyan breathed a sigh of relief, raising her head to look past Betak's disheveled hair at the distant cave entrance. She silently told herself she had to escape from here.
Betak, with his superhuman strength, gripped her slender waist tightly, swiftly lifting her naked body and slamming it down. Jie Hanyan, like a pure white swan, flapped her jade-like legs outstretched to the sides like wings, while the ugly thing that appeared and disappeared between her legs resembled the long jaws of a crocodile. The swan was tightly gripped by the crocodile's bite, futilely flapping her wings but unable to fly away—a poignant and tragic beauty that was breathtaking.
After a frantic flapping, the swan finally lost the strength to flap her wings. Betak, like a crocodile lurking in the water, leaped from the rock. His once stable posture was no longer enough to satisfy his increasingly intense excitement and thirst. He stood in a horse stance, his body arched like a bow, and then lunged forward. His enormous penis shot towards her open flower-like opening like an arrow. The force of this impact was far greater than before. With a dull thud of flesh colliding, Jie Hanyan's naked body trembled violently, and she couldn't help but groan in pain.
If before she was like a swan flapping its wings, trying to return to the sky, now she was like a crocodile dragging her into a swamp, beginning to be mercilessly torn apart. Under the violent impact, her naked body couldn't help but arch backward. Her legs, though held flat by the chains, were still stretched out, but her body was like a small boat struggling in the raging waves. In the midst of the swaying, a pair of huge hands suddenly seized her heaving, full breasts. The snow-white flesh stubbornly burst out from between the fingers, and once again, Betak's beast-like roar echoed from the deep cave.
If not for using his true energy to control himself, Betak wouldn't have lasted more than two or three minutes. But even with his true energy, his desire was still uncontrollable, and he didn't want this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to end the fight in ten minutes. So he stopped, slowly retreating step by step, and then slowly sat back down on the boulder.
"Later, you guys pull her around in circles, around, understand?" Betak moved his body to the center of the boulder. His penis was firmly embedded in her body, and Jie Hanyan also moved to the
center of the boulder. Betak lay flat on the rock, and the men holding the iron chains began to circle the boulder. The iron chains pulled Jie Hanyan, and she was like a dancer, doing the splits on a rotating stage, displaying her exquisitely beautiful body to the surrounding audience.
This was also a scene Betak had imagined. The Phoenix Warrior before him was so beautiful that even a goddess could not compare to her. At this moment, she belonged entirely to him. He could fully admire her stunning beauty and flawless body, feeling the ecstasy of his penis being squeezed and wrapped by the tender flesh of her flower cave. He felt so happy that he completely forgot about having to go back and report.
After spinning several times, his penis, filled with her flower cave, began to move as if electrified, and the spinning naked dancer followed suit, bending forward and backward, rising and falling. At first, Betak found it very exciting, but soon it wasn't enough. After all, there was a difference between ideal and reality. Although this position was tempting and exciting, he could only lie upright like a zombie. If he raised his hands and legs even slightly, he would get stuck. Just then, a delicate
jade foot swept past his eyes. He couldn't help but sit up and grab it. Without thinking, he opened his mouth wide and bit down on the tender water chestnut-like toe, nibbling at it haphazardly. After the foot was grabbed, the person holding the chain on that foot stopped, but the man holding the chain on the other leg continued to walk forward as if sleepwalking. Jie Hanyan's legs and body began to contort into an extremely grotesque and twisted posture. Had her flexibility not surpassed that of an acrobat, she would surely have been torn to pieces. Even so, she still cried out in pain. The man pulling the chain only seemed to snap out of his daze when he reached the other one. Just as he was about to turn back, Betak saw another small, exquisite jade foot appear before him. Without thinking, he grabbed it and spat out the original foot, taking the new one into his mouth.
Doing a split isn't difficult, but to spread your legs into a straight line and bring them together backward is something even professional contortionists struggle with. Yet Jie Hanyan had posed in this way, her body leaning forward at a forty-five-degree angle, the penis inserted into her jade orifice still thrusting wildly, causing her delicate body to tremble and shake violently like a flower branch being shaken forcefully.
Such a scene was truly blood-pumping. One of Betak's henchmen couldn't stand it any longer and rushed over, roughly kneading her swaying breasts with both hands. Under the enormous force, her body leaned forward and stood upright, and Jie Hanyan felt as if her waist was about to break.
Fortunately, Betak noticed in time and slapped him away, yelling, "What do you think you're doing!" The man rolled away like a gourd, regaining his senses and kneeling on the ground, not daring to utter a word. This
little incident didn't affect Betak's mood too much; he suddenly had a new idea and couldn't wait to put it into practice. Although she was mentally prepared, Jie Hanyan still underestimated this man's ability to torment and his imagination. In less than half an hour, she was manipulated into more than ten different positions and raped by him, and judging from his appearance, it seemed he still had many new tricks up his sleeve.
Jie Hanyan endured a lot, and so did Betak. Although using his true energy was like taking Viagra to prolong the time of sex, forcibly altering physiological functions was still a painful thing. Under his forced endurance, Betak began to become violent, his large, fan-like hands slapping her snow-white buttocks until they were red, and leaving purplish-blue bruises on her full, high breasts.
He changed tactics again. Jie Hanyan lay on her back, legs bent upwards, her body contorted into a circle. Betak pressed down hard on her buttocks with both hands until her face was almost touching his genitals. Then, he squatted in a horse stance, his penis thrusting into her jade orifice like a pile driver. This was a scene he had imagined: he wanted the Phoenix Warrior to watch helplessly as his sharp spear pierced her body at such close range.
One had to admire Betak's vivid imagination; watching his penis repeatedly penetrate her body at such close range was an indescribable and intense humiliation. Jie Hanyan's stunningly beautiful face was filled with pain, tears welling up in her eyes, her mournful moans echoing like a nightingale's lament.
This was conquest. Even in his fantasies, Betak had never imagined the Phoenix Warrior would truly submit. But seeing the Phoenix Warrior's pained and humiliated expression, hearing her mournful groans, and seeing her tears that shone brighter than pearls, that was enough. Betak's body trembled violently, and the volcano of desire finally erupted completely. A stream of scorching lava shot into her deeper body like a cannonball. Jie Hanyan felt a burning pain in her uterus, and with a shrill scream, her flower-like opening was once again filled with the man's filthy semen.
The frenzied pile driver finally stopped. Although his penis no longer swelled and seemed about to burst, Betak had no intention of withdrawing it from her body. He thought, since he had already done it to her, doing it once or twice made no difference. Although he had conquered her, he hadn't yet properly savored her. With that thought, he embraced Jie Hanyan's slender waist and sat back down on the boulder.
Jie Hanyan's heart sank. She had thought she could finally catch her breath, but seeing his expression, it seemed he was going to continue. She was truly afraid of him, wondering what new tricks this seemingly simple-minded but physically strong man would come up with next.
Having just ejaculated, she felt a slight sense of fatigue. Betak summoned his men, having two hold her legs on either side and one support her waist from behind, then comfortably leaning against the boulder.
"Boss!" The man still kneeling on the ground looked up at Betak with expectant eyes.
"You should reflect on what you just did! Stay out of the way." Betak then said to his other men, "You guys get moving."
For low-ranking members of the demonic cult, such an opportunity was rare. Although they longed to touch the Phoenix Warrior's firm, high breasts and delicate, vibrant lips, given the previous incident, even though their genitals were burning hot as if they were about to explode, they could only obediently follow Betak's orders, moving the naked body before them up and down.
With each rise and fall of her body, the filth filling her flower-like opening seeped out from between her labia, dripping down her penis. Although everyone knew it was Betak's semen, it looked somewhat like the lubrication of a woman aroused. And because the semen made her previously dry opening incredibly wet, Betak had a strange illusion. In his fantasy, the ultimate conquest was for the Phoenix Warrior to scream and gush with pleasure, and this illusion gave him a glimmer of hope.
Before the men holding her waist and legs could fully appreciate the smoothness and delicacy of her skin, Betak began a new round of assault. This time, he didn't pose her in various positions, but used relatively traditional methods of lovemaking. To arouse her desire, he flicked her nipples with his carrot-like fingers, and as the nipples slowly hardened at his fingertips, his confidence soared. But his confidence was quickly shattered. Aside from her nipples hardening slightly, she showed no further reaction. He tried gentle thrusting and slow, forceful pounding, but felt no desire whatsoever. After countless attempts, he finally gave up, relying solely on instinct to continue his vigorous thrusting.
About half an hour later, his penis ejaculated again, thick semen filling her once more. This time, Betak finally pulled his penis out of her body. He looked longingly at the naked body kneeling on the stone platform, her round, jade-like buttocks protruding, and said, "Let's get ready to go."
Jie Hanyan had recovered two-tenths of her strength. She had been preparing to attack, but Betak had suddenly flipped her over, leaving her uncertain of a successful strike. Now, she hoped Betak would come closer, the closer the better, for that would give her a chance.
But Betak walked away, finding his shorts on the ground to put on. Suddenly, all his men knelt down in unison. The leader pleaded, "Boss, we've followed you for so many years, please give us a chance!"
Betak knew exactly what kind of chance they were talking about, but he himself could face severe punishment for acting on his own against the Phoenix Warriors. If he let his men do it, he didn't know what the consequences would be. He could excuse himself for acting on impulse, but letting his men do it would be seen as a lack of discipline, and he'd be banned from the cult forever.
"That's impossible. Don't even dream about it," Betak said firmly.
"Please, boss," the men begged, kowtowing.
"I said it's impossible, and that's final." These men were loyal enough, and although Betak felt a pang of reluctance, he knew this was absolutely unacceptable.
The leader looked up and said, "Boss, we know this is wishful thinking, and we don't expect to actually do anything to the Phoenix Warrior, but we'd be satisfied as long as we can touch her."
Betak hesitated. Touching her and doing it were two completely different things, especially since she had killed two of her men. Even if the higher-ups found out, they would just say the men wanted to vent their anger.
"Boss, we've followed you through thick and thin for so many years. We've done our part, so please agree." The leader pressed on, seeing Betak's hesitation.
"Alright, five minutes at most. If you can't hold back, you can touch her and masturbate at the same time." Betak knew that men's minds wouldn't be clear until they ejaculated.
"Thank you, Boss." The group rushed towards the stone platform, their faces beaming with joy. In an instant, four men with eight hands were groping and pinching Xie Hanyan's naked body. Although extremely ashamed and indignant, Jie Hanyan gritted her teeth and endured it. Betak was seven or eight meters away from her, and if she attacked now, he would be on guard.
Betak, holding up his shorts, watched the chaotic scene. The once awe-inspiring Phoenix Warrior was being humiliated by men whose martial arts were far inferior to hers, which gave him a special kind of excitement. Unconsciously, a heat began to rise in his lower abdomen again, and his penis became erect like a small cannon.
"Hey, you can lick her breasts, but you absolutely can't bite them!"
"Why did you put your fingers in her vagina? That's not allowed, pull them out now. I gave you permission to touch her, but I didn't give you permission to touch her vagina!"
"Hey, I told you not to touch it, so why did you lick it? Didn't you see that her vagina is still dripping with my semen? Whatever, whatever, but you absolutely can't bite!"
Looking at his beast-like subordinates, Betak had to control himself, otherwise, if he hurt her, it would be a big problem.
Before long, only four of the eight hands remained. The men pulled out their rock-hard, swollen penises and began rapidly masturbating.
"Damn it, I came after just a few strokes! Don't shoot it on her!"
"You're going to use her feet to masturbate? You really thought of that!"
"Don't climb onto the platform, get down!"
"You already came, why are you still masturbating?"
Jie Hanyan lay naked on her back, her two huge hands kneading her full breasts like dough. One man buried his head between her legs, his thick lips sucking on her delicate labia, making a slurping sound like eating noodles. Another man tightly gripped her small, jade-like feet, a sausage-like thing peeking out from between his palm and her foot, thrusting frantically.
The same scene evoked different feelings in different people. If it was someone who loved her, it would be heartbreaking; if it was her companion, it would be filled with rage; but to Betak, it was filled with endless temptation.
"I don't care, I'm going to fuck you again!" Betak threw his shorts into the air, his massive body charging forward like a rhinoceros. He abruptly pulled away the head that was still sucking on Jie Hanyan's private parts, and thrust his spear-like penis into the center of her vulva, which was covered in saliva and semen.
The massive penis instantly pierced her body, and the surrounding men went into a frenzy. The penises poking the soles of her feet ejaculated, and the two genitals kneading her breasts also began to spray wildly, thick streams of semen spraying onto her white body.
Jie Hanyan waited. The four men around her were not a threat, but Betak was a top-tier fighter. If she couldn't kill him with a single blow, she would lose her last hope. Men's reactions are slowest during orgasm, making it the easiest time to attack. Jie Hanyan prayed that he wouldn't turn her over again. To attract his attention, she feigned extreme pain, screaming and struggling. This ignited a frenzy within Betak, who was consumed by the desire to conquer the Phoenix Warrior. Despite having already climaxed twice, he couldn't control his volcanic lust, and soon he irreversibly reached another peak.
"No!" Xie Hanyan screamed, using her hands to prop herself up. In his frenzy, Betak instinctively grabbed her slender waist and embraced her.
"I'm going to fuck you to death!" Betak roared.
But unfortunately, it was he who died. Xie Hanyan, leaning back, suddenly snapped the ropes, her jade-like legs coiling around his waist like snakes. With her last remaining strength, she delivered two palm strikes to his chest.
Betak's mouth and penis began to spurt wildly, one blood and the other semen. After the two palm strikes, Xie Hanyan hooked her legs around Betak's waist, twisted her body, and her naked form arced through the air. When she returned to Betak's side, she held a gleaming dagger in her hand.
Betak, after all, was a top-tier fighter. As the dagger pierced his chest, his dying blow sent Xie Hanyan flying like a cannonball. The dagger accurately struck Betak's heart. He was both unlucky and lucky; how many people in this world can die suddenly at the height of their pleasure? Though dead, he stood firmly, his penis still erect, thick semen still gushing from the steaming glans.
Betak's dying blow further wounded Xie Hanyan, but she still gritted her teeth and killed the men who had violated her. After escaping the cave, Xie Hanyan ran frantically, but soon collapsed from exhaustion in a patch of low bushes.
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The blood-red sunset slowly disappeared at the horizon where the sea met the sky. Bai Wuxia heard soft footsteps; without turning around, she knew it was Lan Xingyue approaching. Her heart skipped a beat.
"You're so busy every day, while I'm practically on vacation," Lan Xingyue said, approaching Bai Wuxia. After all, this was a battle of the Extreme Angels, and she hadn't been involved much. The two stood together; Lan Xingyue had short, ear-length hair and wore a royal blue shirt and black trousers, while Bai Wuxia had flowing long hair and wore a white dress. From a distance, their silhouettes resembled a couple enjoying the night view of the sea.
"This operation is no small matter. How can we fight a battle of thousands without thorough preparation? Either we don't fight, or we fight to win!" Bai Wuxia said, turning her head and smiling.
"Are you confident? We absolutely cannot underestimate the Demonic Sect's strength," Lan Xingyue said with some worry. "The World War II that swept the globe over seventy years ago was instigated by the Demonic Sect. Although their strength is not comparable to then, they are still very powerful." "
Don't worry, I won't underestimate them. If I didn't consider the Demonic Sect an opponent, I'd probably be on my way to Luofeng Island by now," Bai Wuxia said.
"Should I request permission from the base to send some manpower to assist?" From what she'd gathered in the past few days, the Extreme Angels did indeed have the strength to launch a strong attack on Falling Phoenix Island, but Lan Xingyue still felt a lingering unease.
"How many people can Phoenix send?" Bai Wuxia asked with a smile.
Lan Xingyue hesitated for a moment, then said, "I don't know, maybe a dozen or so. More than that might be difficult."
"Do you think a dozen or so people can decide the outcome of a battle involving thousands?" Bai Wuxia asked.
"They're all experts, some even stronger than me." Lan Xingyue admitted that a dozen or so Phoenix warriors couldn't be decisive in large-scale modern warfare, but she refused to admit defeat.
"I appreciate your kindness, and Phoenix's kindness, but I'll handle this battle myself. After this battle, we can discuss how to completely eradicate the Demonic Sect." A look of unwavering confidence appeared on Bai Wuxia's face.
Bai Wuxia possessed a powerful aura, the kind of aura possessed by famous generals throughout history. Following her, one wouldn't feel the slightest fear even facing ten or a hundred times more enemies. Born into a military family, Lan Xingyue harbored a deep-seated hero complex from a young age, and Bai Wuxia was a hero in her eyes.
Upon learning the exact location of Luofeng Island, she immediately sought out Qiu Xuling, the deputy commander of the Dayu Mountain base. She wanted to know when troops could be deployed; she wanted to participate in the battle and be the first to land on Luofeng Island. Although the Phoenix forces were small, their influence over the years made mobilizing several armies and ships relatively easy. However, Qiu Xuling's reply was unexpected: the current situation is very complex. The sudden disappearance of Shengfeng Ji Dongying has had a huge impact, and we only know the location of Luofeng Island; we don't understand many other aspects. Therefore, the attack on Luofeng Island must be postponed. This was like a bucket of ice water poured over Lan Xingyue's head. She retorted to Qiu Xuling: "Do you know how many of our sisters are imprisoned on Luofeng Island? Do you know what kind of lives they are living? Before, we didn't know the location of Luofeng Island and could only worry helplessly, but now that we know, are we just going to sit here and wait?!" Qiu Xuling remained silent until finally, when pressed, she blurted out, "This is the order from above." This left Lan Xingyue speechless.
Perhaps due to Lan Xingyue's emotional state, Qiu Xuling not only removed her from the Luo Feng Island affair but also sent her to Hong Kong. Unexpectedly, things took a turn for the better; the Extreme Angels were preparing to attack Luo Feng Island. Suddenly, Bai Wuxia's image in her mind became much more impressive. On the plane, Lan Xingyue didn't resist her transgressions, largely because Bai Wuxia used her mental power to make her lose her virginity as if she had taken an aphrodisiac. However, once she saw Bai Wuxia as a hero, Lan Xingyue slowly began to accept her.
Same-sex love is not uncommon among the Phoenix Warriors. Because of their unparalleled martial arts skills, ordinary men rarely understand the hearts of Phoenix Warriors, and the battle against the Demonic Sect is extremely brutal, leaving no time or inclination to consider romance. In the midst of fierce battles, the camaraderie forged through life and death can be transformed into love under certain circumstances or special events. This love may be connected to desire in some cases and unrelated to desire in others, but it transcends mere friendship.
However, due to the constraints of traditional values, such situations are not common. But in another type of Phoenix Warrior, same-sex love is more likely to arise. In order to influence the government and protect high-ranking officials who are aligned with the Phoenix Warriors, many Phoenix Warriors become members of these families. Because most Phoenix Warriors are young, they don't marry the officials themselves; they mostly become their daughters-in-law. Although when such missions arise, there are always Phoenix Warriors who step forward, everyone feels extremely repressed watching her departing figure. Among the sons of officials, some are of good character, but most are good-for-nothing playboys. One can imagine how miserable the proud swan would be living with the ugly toad. Because of their extreme aversion to men and the need to vent their deep resentment, these Phoenix Warriors are more likely to develop love that transcends friendship with other Phoenix Warriors.
Bai Wuxia gazed at Lan Xingyue, who radiated heroic spirit in the night. Lan Xingyue's eyes were like autumn water, a smile playing on her lips. Her exquisitely sculpted features made her as beautiful as a star in the night sky, and what moved Bai Wuxia even more was the look of adoration on her face. Bai Wuxia's breathing quickened, a powerful surge of warmth coursing through her body.
Bai Wuxia turned slightly, her graceful, slender arms encircling Lan Xingyue's shoulders, and Lan Xingyue instinctively nestled into her embrace. Their eyes, bright as stars, met. Bai Wuxia lowered her head slightly, her luscious red lips pressed tightly together, the deep kiss between the two stunning beauties as breathtaking as they were.
Although, visually, the imposing, short-haired Lan Xingyue appeared more masculine, Bai Wuxia was actually in control throughout. In the heat of the kiss, Bai Wuxia pulled Lan Xingyue's royal blue blouse from her waistband, unbuttoning it one button at a time.
"Shall we go inside?" Lan Xingyue tilted her head back shyly.
"This is the highest point on the ship. Only the stars and the moon can see us." The round moon hung in the night sky like black velvet, its soft light enveloping them. Embracing in the pale moonlight, they possessed an ethereal beauty.
Although Bai Wuxia had appeared calm and collected these past few days, the pressure was immense. She knew all too well that those mercenaries who risked their lives for money were unreliable, and there was a high possibility that members of the Demonic Cult were lurking among them. She had to change her strategy and revise her battle plan. Having only obtained the power of the Twin Gates for a year, although those people obeyed her, they hadn't fully digested and integrated that power, causing numerous obstacles in the progress of the battle plan. And today, that old witch-like woman called, saying she sensed danger approaching, which only added to her inexplicable anxiety. Because of the immense pressure, Bai Wuxia didn't want to return to her enclosed cabin. Only on this deck, facing the starry sky and the sea, could she breathe freely and truly release her pent-up emotions.
Although Lan Xingyue was somewhat reluctant, she didn't insist. While she appeared spirited and decisive, she actually possessed a hesitant side; otherwise, she wouldn't have almost lost her virginity to that spineless son of a high-ranking official whom she didn't like.
Her sapphire blue shirt opened, and Bai Wuxia wrapped her arms around Lan Xingyue's back, skillfully removing her crimson bra. Her snow-white, high breasts shimmered with a soft, moon-like luster in the night.
Bai Wuxia's slender hands pressed against the majestic snow-capped peaks, adorned with delicate red nail polish, making the sacred peaks appear exceptionally alluring and beautiful. Then, the dazzling ruby embedded atop the peak was taken into a pair of luscious red lips. A moment later, the ruby appeared at the corner of her lips, and her delicate tongue began to gently tease it. The bud-like tip of her breast rapidly hardened before the naked eye, like a breathtakingly beautiful flower about to bloom.
Lan Xingyue felt a tingling sensation on her chest. If they were in the cabin, she would have responded to Bai Wuxia's caresses. But standing on the empty deck, even though it was the highest deck on the ship, she felt as if someone was watching them. She didn't want to spoil Bai Wuxia's mood, but she was also too ashamed to make any move.
Lan Xingyue's feeling was correct. Although it was the top deck, the huge funnel at the stern of the ship was much higher than the deck itself. In the darkness, Ling Mengdie sat at the top of the funnel, dressed in black, her legs dangling outside the funnel, a high-powered infrared telescope hanging around her neck, her face streaked with tears. Since Lan Xingyue's arrival, she had clearly sensed a change in Bai Wuxia's attitude towards her, and Bai Wuxia was still resentful about the time she had entered Lan Xingyue's body. She wanted to tell her that it wasn't what Lan Xingyue thought; her insistence on doing so wasn't because she liked her, nor because of desire, but to prove that Lan Xingyue was merely a toy belonging to both of them. And in the end, she discovered that it wasn't Lan Xingyue who became the toy, but herself.
Perhaps because Lan Xingyue's response wasn't very enthusiastic, Bai Wuxia felt a surge of frustration. While kissing her breasts, her hands slowly slid down, brushing against her flat stomach to unbutton her trousers. The tight trousers didn't slip down despite the unbuttons, but her small hands snaked their way up the waistband. Lan Xingyue shuddered as the slightly cool hand moved over her mons pubis and covered her labia. Without much searching, the soft, smooth hand found her clitoris, and an electric-like itch shot through her. Her long, upright legs trembled slightly.
This was Bai Wuxia's style: either she didn't attack at all, or when she did, she struck a fatal blow, finding the weak spot. After several attempts, she knew the clitoris was Lan Xingyue's most sensitive spot; even a light touch would ignite a powerful desire. Gradually, the clitoris hardened at her fingertips, and her soft labia became moist and warm like a sea breeze.
Because she was looking down, she didn't see that Lan Xingyue's eyebrows were slightly furrowed; while not exactly angry, her expression was certainly not one of pleasure. Bai Wuxia had said she liked her more than once, but she still had some doubts. She couldn't understand why Bai Wuxia's desire was so intense.
She didn't object to Bai Wuxia inserting that thing representing a man's penis into her body, but when she was sweating profusely, panting, and her desire was almost fully released, seeing Bai Wuxia's still fervent and yearning eyes made her feel a strange weariness—not physical weariness, but emotional weariness. She also enjoyed kissing each other's bodies, but everything had its limits. Bai Wuxia especially liked her kissing her private parts, but she didn't mind for two or three minutes; after ten minutes, she would get annoyed. Although Bai Wuxia would persist a little longer under her pleading gaze, she would definitely feel some reluctance.
These past few days, Bai Wuxia had hinted to Lan Xingyue that she wanted her to stay in her room, but Lan Xingyue hadn't agreed because she was genuinely afraid of her. Furthermore, she discovered that Ling Mengdie would sometimes go into Bai Wuxia's room after she left. She figured Ling Mengdie had spent a lot of time with her, and seeing Ling Mengdie's gloomy face these past few days must be due to her. She didn't intend to possess Bai Wuxia entirely; if they got along, they would be together; if not, they would part ways—it was all up to fate. Although Lan Xingyue thought this way, love always had an element of exclusivity, which inevitably affected her state of mind.
Sometimes Lan Xingyue wondered if she was just a toy for Bai Wuxia, a toy used to vent her desires. If Bai Wuxia hadn't gone to attack Luofeng Island, if it weren't for the heroic aura she possessed that attracted her, Lan Xingyue might not have been able to endure it any longer.

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