My Mother is the Charming Huang Rong (14)

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Sister Sally let out a scream. Nikita sensed something was wrong and quickly told her son to pull his penis out, only to find it covered in bright red blood. Dors was terrified and buried his face in his mother's arms. Nikita exclaimed in shock, "Sister Sally, no way...you...you're a virgin!" Sister Sally looked at him with a sorrowful expression and sighed, "I'm a nun, I've never been with a man, how could I not be a virgin? I swore to keep my virginity forever with God, but today...sigh..." Nikita grasped Sister Sally's hand, her voice trembling. Nikita: "Sister Sally, I'm so sorry... I've disturbed your spiritual practice. I really..." Sister Sally shook her head and smiled, "Nikita, you don't need to blame yourself. This is my own choice. Although I believe in God, ever since you handed Dors to me thirteen years ago, I've had a premonition that one day I would lose my virginity to this child. Nikita, you really don't need to blame yourself, this is my own choice. I love Dors, and I'm willing to give my virginity to him..." Nikita sighed, "If I had known this would happen, I would have let Dors have sex with you first, so that you could both give in to each other..." "Only by sacrificing my virginity would it have meaning. Alas, I was so selfish!" Sister Sally chuckled and sighed, "Nikita, you're overthinking it. Dors's virginity must be broken by you, because you are his mother. Only a virgin pierced by the sword of maternal love is truly strong and resilient..." She reached out and gently stroked Dors's head, softly saying, "Child, you should thank your mother; she made you a real boy. Auntie also thanks you, because you made me a real woman..." Dors was moved by her words and didn't know what to say. Next... The three then began a frenzied sexual encounter. Dors first thrust into Sister Sally's ruptured vagina over a hundred times, then into her anus dozens of times. He then pounced on his mother, thrusting his penis dozens of times into her vagina, then over a hundred times into her anus… The bed curtains echoed with moans and heavy breathing. Dors's penis took turns thrusting in and out of his mother's and Sister Sally's four orifices, finally ejaculating onto their plump, upturned buttocks after more than an hour…
Hearing this, Yang Guo could no longer restrain himself, and a large amount of semen gushed out. Mu Nianci tightly wrapped her son's penis with her underwear to prevent the semen from leaking out. Only after Yang Guo said, "Mom, I'm done," did Mu Nianci unfold her underwear, revealing it covered in thick, white semen with a pungent odor. The five women stared at the semen on their underwear, momentarily stunned. Gui Xiang gently stroked Yang Guo's head and said softly, "Guo'er, did you see that? You ejaculated on your mother's underwear! Think about it, this is your mother's underwear... Guo'er, do you feel happy...?"
Yang Guo met his mother's tender gaze and felt an indescribable happiness. Lan Zhi laughed, "Of course Guo'er will feel happy. There's something even happier waiting for him later! Have you forgotten what day it is today? Today is Guo'er's fourteenth birthday, and also the day when Sister Mu will break Guo'er's virginity. Only after Sister Mu's vagina swallows Guo'er's little penis will today's program reach its climax... By the way, how should we deal with the semen on Sister Mu's underwear?"
Mu Nianci looked at Mei Ying and said softly, "Doesn't Sister Mei Ying have enteritis? I heard that applying the semen of a virgin boy to the anus can treat enteritis. This semen can be given to..." "Mei Ying, you can use it."
Mei Ying looked at Mu Nianci with gratitude and said in a trembling voice, "Sister Mu, this semen is what we sisters made together on Guo'er's little penis with our own underwear. How can I enjoy it all by myself...?"
Before Mu Nianci could answer, Gui Xiang chided, "Mei Ying, since Sister Mu has spoken, don't be polite. We all know you have enteritis, would we fight with you for it? Quick, take off your pants, stick your butt out, and let your older sister treat your enteritis!" Mu Nianci
handed her underwear, which was covered in semen, to Gui Xiang. Mei Ying then took off her pants and lay down on the ground, sticking out her two snow-white buttocks. Yang Guo's eyes widened immediately, and he was about to take a closer look at the spring scenery in Mei Ying's buttocks when his mother covered his eyes with her slender hand. His mother chuckled, "Guo'er, now's not the time for you to look at Auntie's private parts. You can look later when Mom and the four aunties dance ballet for you."
Yang Guo sighed helplessly, letting his mother cover his eyes. He inhaled her fragrance deeply, which was a kind of enjoyment in itself.
Gui Xiang smiled and half-squatted behind Mei Ying, taking the artificial penis that Lan Zhi handed her. She evenly smeared the semen from Mu Nianci's underwear onto the artificial penis, then had Tan Jing help spread Mei Ying's buttocks apart, revealing her dark red anus with black hair around it, and gently inserted the penis into her anus. Mei Ying let out a soft cry: "Ouch, big sister, please be gentle, it hurts..."
Gui Xiang scolded, "Can't you even bear this little pain? When Guo'er thrusts his little penis into your ass, will you be able to bear it?"
Saying this, she quickened her pace, inserting the artificial penis completely into Mei Ying's anus. Mei Ying let out another soft cry, clenching her teeth, feeling the inner wall of her anus being coated with a sticky substance, gradually feeling comfortable.
After treating Mei Ying's enteritis, and after Mei Ying pulled up her trousers, Mu Nianci removed her slender hand from her son's eyes. Yang Guo pulled up his pants and asked, "Aunt Guixiang, have you finished your story? I really like the story of the heroine Nikita. Did Nikita eventually go on a journey with her son Dors? What happened to the mother and son in the world?"
Guixiang smiled and said, "Guo'er, I'm so glad you like this story! It's a pity we don't have enough time, otherwise I would have finished telling you the story. After you've finished watching the ballet and your mother has taken your virginity, I'll continue telling you the story, okay?"
Yang Guo nodded, then suddenly looked at his mother and asked, "Mom, what about your story? I just remembered your rule that everyone has to tell a story when they use their underwear to play with my penis. Mom, although you just used your underwear to play with my semen..." "It's out, but Aunt Guixiang is telling the story. Mom, what about your own story?"
Mu Nianci chuckled, "Guo'er, Mom isn't like your Aunt Guixiang and the others who travel all year round. I don't have that many good stories to tell. The 'underwear aphrodisiac' program is over now. If you want to hear Mom tell a story, how about next time?"
She then called out, "Guixiang, Lanzhi, Meiying, and Tanjing, our four sisters, we should go inside to change into our ballet costumes! The dwarf band should also prepare their music. Guo'er, you've never seen Western ballet before, have you? Today, Mom and your four aunts will let you enjoy it properly..."
So Mu Nianci and the four beautiful women from the opera troupe went to the inner room to change into their ballet costumes, while Yang Guo sat at the table and began to drink wine. A simple-looking dwarf came over to pour him a drink. Feeling bored, Yang Guo chuckled and asked, "Young comrade, where's your hometown? Are you used to working in the opera troupe? Do you miss home? Ah, you all have it tough, leaving your hometowns for socialist cultural construction, fighting across the country with the army, unable to take care of your families. Young comrade, don't worry, once we overthrow the Chiang Kai-shek regime and liberate all of China, you can go home. Right now, we work together in the opera troupe to boost the morale of the troops and instill correct revolutionary ideals in the soldiers, so we must persevere in the fight and temporarily endure the pain of homesickness. Young comrade, remember, only with a country can there be a home. Without a bright new China, where would our warm little homes be..."
The dwarf stared blankly, seemingly oblivious to Yang Guo's joke, and left without a word after pouring the wine. Yang Guo, feeling rather bored, was about to find another dwarf for political education when suddenly his eyes lit up. Five beautiful women wearing butterfly masks and sexy ballet costumes emerged from the house and gracefully entered the courtyard.
Yang Guo had never seen Western ballet before, and he was extremely interested in the snow-white ballet costumes. Because the five beauties were all wearing masks, and their figures were all similar, Yang Guo couldn't tell them apart at first. He only saw that the five ballet dancers were all bare-chested and their snow-white pleated skirts swayed gently like butterfly wings, exceptionally captivating. As the music began, the five ballet dancers began their graceful and moving dance, leaving Yang Guo mesmerized.
After dancing for a while, the five ballet dancers suddenly raised their left legs in unison, then quickly lowered them. In that instant of leg raising, Yang Guo glimpsed five clumps of dark pubic hair, and realized that his mother and the four opera troupe aunties weren't wearing underwear, deliberately showing him their genitals.
Yang Guo's penis gradually hardened with the movements of the five ballet dancers. Especially when the five dancers suddenly tore open their small round pieces of cloth, revealing ten bright red nipples, Yang Guo's penis throbbed violently, and his lips cracked, experiencing an extremely strong urge to suckle.
The five ballet dancers took turns passing the long table, their hands cupping their breasts, swaying their nipples to tease Yang Guo. Yang Guo leaned in and greedily licked the nipples with his tongue, while simultaneously lifting their skirts and kneading their buttocks, his nose deeply inhaling their fragrance. However, he noticed that all five ballet dancers wore the same perfume, masking their individual scents. Therefore, even after licking their nipples, Yang Guo still couldn't identify his mother, Mu Nianci.
Five ballet dancers seemed to be testing Yang Guo's intuition, dancing continuously as they took turns passing the table, making Yang Guo repeatedly lick their nipples. Meanwhile, a dwarf handed Yang Guo a piece of paper that read, "Guo'er, guess who is Mom. A prize for the right guess!" Yang Guo couldn't help but smile wryly. His mother and the four ballet dancers were all similar in height and build, wearing masks and the same perfume, making it difficult to distinguish them.
Later, by carefully observing the color of the ballet dancers' nipples, Yang Guo finally identified two women with slightly darker nipples, thinking these two must be his mother and Aunt Bixiang. However, he still couldn't tell who was his mother and who was Aunt Bixiang.
After several dances, all ten nipples of the five ballet dancers were hard and erect from Yang Guo's licking and sucking. Finally, Yang Guo grabbed one of the ballet dancers and said in a trembling voice, "You are Mom!..."
The ballet dancer giggled and lifted her butterfly mask. Upon hearing the laughter, Yang Guo sighed deeply, dejectedly saying, "Aunt Bixiang, it's you..."
Bixiang smiled sweetly, cupped Yang Guo's face, and gave the boy a long kiss, laughing, "Guo'er, you guessed right! You actually mistook your aunt for your mother. Do I smell like your mother?"
Yang Guo grunted, pushed Bixiang away, and pulled another ballerina with slightly darker nipples close to him, sucking hard on her nipple, coldly saying, "This time there's no mistake, you must be my mother!"
The ballerina was startled by this, slowly removing her butterfly mask to reveal a beautiful and gentle face—it was Mu Nianci. Mu Nianci suddenly pulled Yang Guo into her arms, her voice trembling, "Guo'er, you finally found your mother..."
She then kissed her son's lips passionately for a while. Seeing her son's penis harden, Mu Nianci prepared to deflower him. She had Yang Guo lie on his back, lifted her ballet skirt, and was about to sit on his stomach when suddenly she shuddered and slowly fell to the side, stammering, "You..."
Bixiang giggled, slowly withdrawing her acupressure fingers, and said with a smile, "Sister Mu, I'm sorry, I want Guo'er's virginity. Don't blame me for plotting against you, blame yourself for having such a lovely son!"
As Yang Guo finished speaking, his semen finally spurted out, flowing into the cleavage of his mother Huang Rong's breasts, which were covered by her night clothes. Huang Rong, ignoring the semen on her body, exclaimed in shock, "Those opera girls actually plotted against Sister Mu! Heavens, Guo'er, were you deflowered by those opera troupe sluts?"
Yang Guo replied dejectedly, "Mother, that day was so miserable! First, that Bi Xiang lifted her skirt and sat on me, enveloping my penis in her labia, deflowering me. Then she, Lan Zhi, Mei Ying, and Tan Jing took turns sitting on me, making me ejaculate several times, until I almost fainted from exhaustion. They practically drained me dry before laughing and getting up from me, leading a group of dwarfs away. My mother was lying next to me at the time, witnessing me being gang-raped by several opera troupe vixens." The tragic scene of rape. Mother's heart was almost broken…”
Huang Rong, upon hearing this, flew into a rage, gritting her teeth, and said hatefully, “Damn it! How dare those absurd opera troupe vixens gang rape my Guo’er! Guo’er, what happened afterward? Didn’t Sister Mu avenge you?”
Yang Guo sighed, “That Bi Xiang’s acupressure technique was extremely strange. Mother used her internal energy to break through the acupoints for a long time before she could comfort me in her arms for a while. Then she immediately grabbed her long sword and went to find those opera troupe vixens. When she arrived at the ancestral hall in town, she found that the entire Langyue Opera Troupe had already vanished. Mother searched for a long time within a radius of dozens of miles before she learned that the Langyue Opera Troupe had already gone far to the Western Regions, and it was too late to catch up…”
Huang Rong He hesitated for a moment, then said, "The Langyue Opera Troupe, the Langyue Opera Troupe... Hmm, Guo'er, Mother remembers. Don't worry, as long as Mother finds this opera troupe, she will definitely avenge you, branding those vixens' cunts with a hot iron... Guo'er, Sister Mu must be very regretful that she didn't personally deflower you... But the stories told by those vixens in the opera troupe do have a wicked charm, especially the story of the female knight Nikita told by Bixiang, which fascinates me... Guo'er, Mother suddenly has that urge to wrap your little penis with my sanitary napkin..."
Yang Guo was startled by these words, took a step back, and said in a trembling voice, "Mother, you... " "No way... Back then, Mu Nianci's mother was cursed by that story of Bixiang. Every time her period came, she couldn't help but use her dirty sanitary napkin to rub my little penis... Mother, you're so skilled, you wouldn't have been bewitched by that Nikita story, would you? Sigh, I really regret telling you about the past..."
Huang Rong chuckled, "Guo'er, look how scared you are... How could your mother use a sanitary napkin to bully you? I was just joking. Hurry up to the hillside, the two princesses must be getting impatient."
Yang Guo then remembered that he hadn't finished his political mission for the night, so he said "bye-bye" to his mother and ran up the hillside. Behind him came his mother's gentle voice: "Guo'er, have a good time. Mother is supporting you from behind. After this mission is completed, Mother's asshole will be open to you once..."
Yang Guo ran to the tent and saw warm light shining through the crack in the door, and heard the two princesses laughing and talking. Yang Guo coughed lightly, about to say something like, "I am Yang Guo, here to pay my respects," when Princess Zhuoma called softly from inside, "Is that you, Guo'er? Come in and have some yogurt."
Yang Guo pushed open the door and saw that the tent was lavishly decorated, with expensive tapestries embroidered with Tibetan heroic legends all around. A soft, colorful Persian carpet covered the floor. Two princesses, dressed in extremely bright Tibetan clothing, had their beautiful hair braided into dozens of thin braids cascading over their shoulders. They sat side by side at a small table, eating yogurt from small wooden bowls with small spoons, their manners quite charming and endearing.
Yang Guo sighed, "Princess, that's not right of you. How can you keep everything to yourself in this socialist family? Share some with me, a revolutionary soldier!" He lunged at the small table, reaching for Princess Zhuoma's wooden bowl. Princess Zhuoma quickly moved the bowl under the table and said softly, "Guo'er, don't be impatient. Auntie has plenty of yogurt here, but you can't eat it like usual. You have to eat it through our nipples. Do you understand what Auntie means?"
Yang Guo sighed, "Understood, understood. Princess Aunties, you just want me to lick your nipples, don't you? My tongue is very expensive, you know. I charge by the hour, five hundred taels of silver per hour..."
The two princesses giggled. Princess Sanna laughed, "Guo'er, you Han people are so clever, even when it comes to licking a woman's nipple, you add your own economic thinking. No wonder it's so hard for us to conquer the Han people's lands."
Yang Guo laughed, "Stop talking about conquering, conquering! Even Na Ying doesn't sing that song anymore. Now we need to talk about national unity, like Aunt Song Zuying sang, 'Fifty-six ethnic groups, fifty-six flowers...'"
At this moment, the two Tibetan princesses had already unbuttoned their upper garments, torn off their bras, revealing two pairs of trembling, large breasts. Four dark red nipples were already hard and erect, as if waiting for the boy to suckle.
The two Tibetan princesses picked up wooden bowls and used small spoons to spread yogurt on each other's nipples. Princess Zhuoma said softly, "Guo'er, lie down quickly. Auntie wants to feed you yogurt..."
Yang Guo quickly lay down on the carpet, opening his mouth to wait. The two sisters politely declined each other's advances, but Princess Zhuoma finally knelt beside Yang Guo first, her breasts swaying above his face. Yang Guo stuck out his tongue, licked both nipples, then took one into his mouth, sucking deeply. The yogurt was very sweet, and Princess Zhuoma's nipples were very soft, making it incredibly delicious.
The two Tibetan princesses took turns letting Yang Guo suckle. When Princess Zhuoma was breastfeeding Yang Guo, Princess Sanna would occasionally spread yogurt on her sister's nipples with a small spoon. Similarly, when Princess Sanna was breastfeeding Yang Guo, Princess Zhuoma would spread yogurt on her younger sister's nipples.
Yang Guo drank five bowls of yogurt from the nipples of the two Tibetan princesses. He couldn't eat anymore and spat out the nipples, panting, "Aunties, I'm too full. Can I rest for a bit?"
The two Tibetan princesses, thoroughly enjoying Yang Guo's suckling, were indulging their maternal desires on the boy's lips. Hearing that he was full, they reluctantly stopped breastfeeding and sat back down at the table, covering themselves with their clothes. Princess Zhuoma panted, "Guo'er, you sucked on Auntie's nipples so well... Since you can't eat anymore, let's rest for a bit. Guo'er, did your mother bring you here? How gently did she treat you on the way, stimulating your sexual desire?"
Yang Guo, still savoring the sweetness of the yogurt and the taste of the princesses' nipples, smiled bitterly, his tongue twitching, "My mother and I have truly endured wind and rain on this journey... I heard the dirty fairy tales my mother told, drank my mother's urine in the stream, and was then suddenly..." A mysterious aunt appeared and urinated on my face. Having finally reached the bottom of this hillside, I was then forced to have my penis masturbated by my mother's breasts, and she even forced me to recount a painful past…”
Princess Sanna asked curiously, “Guo’er, you’re so young, what painful past could you possibly have?”
Yang Guo stared at Princess Sanna and said seriously, “Aunt Sanna, what you’re saying is wrong. In the revolutionary camp, one cannot judge a person’s merits or demerits based on age. Comrade Lin Biao became a Red Army regimental commander in his teens and a commander of the Eighth Route Army in his twenties.” "Commander Lu Jun, not even forty years old, became the commander of the People's Liberation Army... Although I am young, I have always held the ideal of fighting for the liberation of all mankind and joined the revolutionary war at a very young age. In the struggle of blood and fire, I have experienced the pain of many defeats, but when I think of that magnificent blueprint of communism, I..."
Princess Zhuoma interrupted Yang Guo, sighing, "Guo'er, don't talk to us about grand principles. We know you are firm in your party spirit and pure in your party conduct. Just tell your aunt what painful past you have."
So Yang Guo recounted how his mother, Mu Nianci, met the demoness of the Langyue Opera Troupe, trained with the demoness to celebrate his birthday, and how the demoness Bixiang suddenly attacked his mother, Mu Nianci, at the birthday banquet and gang-raped him with three other demonesses from the opera troupe. However, he concealed the story of "Nikita the Heroine" that Bixiang told him, because Yang Guo knew that the story contained the demoness's curse, and any woman who heard the "Nikita story" would be unable to resist using sanitary napkins to masturbate the boy she liked.
The two Tibetan princesses were outraged to hear that Yang Guo's virginity had been taken by several sorceresses from a theatrical troupe. Princess Sanna said, "Sister, I think I've heard of this Langyue Opera Troupe. The winter before last, I heard that they performed for my uncle's tribe. I heard the troupe consisted of several stunning beauties and a group of dwarfs, just as Guo'er described. I heard that my uncle greatly admired their performance and even rewarded the troupe with several hundred taels of gold!"
Princess Zhuoma nodded, "Yes, I've also heard of the Langyue Opera Troupe. I know they're a group of demons who specialize in acting as spies between the Western Regions and Western countries, instigating conflicts. Alas, Guo'er..."
Princess Zhuoma sighed deeply, pulled Yang Guo into her arms, and touched his forehead... She kissed him gently and said softly, "Guo'er, don't be sad. Don't let being gang-raped by those vixens leave an indelible shadow in your heart. According to our people, no matter what hardships and obstacles you encounter on your life's journey, you must look towards the end of the grassland, where the red sun rises, its rays shining brightly. As long as you love life, life will be full of light and joy..."
Yang Guo exclaimed, "Damn! Aunt Zhuoma, I never imagined you were so cultured and so good at encouraging people. Ah, my young heart was broken, but after being nurtured by your warm words, my broken heart has been mended again, and the power of my heart has been rekindled!" "Enough to face all the darkness on the road of life..."
Princess Sanna chuckled, "Guo'er, stop being so sentimental. Open the window and look, the moon is so beautiful tonight. Under such beautiful moonlight, don't you want to have a more intimate relationship with us?"
Yang Guo's penis twitched upon hearing this, but it couldn't get hard for a moment. He smiled wryly, "Aunties, to be honest, although my little penis is fearless in battle and can attack enemy camps all night, it's really a bit tired now and needs some rest. Aunties, could you tell me some heroic stories from your grasslands? I really enjoy hearing educational stories." "!"
Princess Zhuoma laughed upon hearing this, "Guo'er, I think your cultural literacy is already very high, especially in terms of Party conduct and Party spirit, you can really be a role model. Do you need others to educate you? I think you want to hear dirty stories. How about this, come here and kiss Auntie, and Auntie will tell you the story of our national hero King Gesar, okay?"
Yang Guo nodded and said, "King Gesar is very good, very good. King Gesar has always been my hero, even more important to me than Prometheus. I have been his fan for many years. Aunt Zhuoma, tonight I will listen to you tell the story of King Gesar!"
As he spoke, he crawled over and was pulled into Princess Zhuoma's arms. Looking at Princess Zhuoma's red and sexy lips, Yang Guo couldn't help but feel impulsive and took the initiative to kiss Princess Zhuoma. Princess Zhuoma smiled and stuck out her fragrant tongue, with some saliva piled up on the tip of her tongue, for Yang Guo to suck on. Yang Guo sucked on Princess Zhuoma's fragrant tongue vigorously, swallowing the sweet saliva in large gulps, feeling extremely satisfied.
Princess Sanna couldn't resist any longer. She pushed her sister away and said in a trembling voice, "Sister, let me kiss Yang Guo for a while too..."
With that, she pulled Yang Guo into her arms and kissed the boy's lips fiercely. Yang Guo put his tongue into Princess Sanna's mouth, letting the beauty suck on it vigorously. In return, Princess Sanna also poured a lot of sweet saliva into Yang Guo's mouth for him to taste.
After kissing Yang Guo for a while, Princess Sanna pushed him to Princess Zhuoma. Princess Zhuoma kissed the boy passionately again, and after a while, pushed him to her sister. In this way, the two Tibetan princesses took turns kissing Yang Guo. Yang Guo carefully compared the differences between kissing the two princesses, feeling that Princess Zhuoma's kiss was sweeter because it was full of maternal tenderness, while Princess Sanna's kiss was more full of youthful passion, igniting his desire.
After kissing for a while, Yang Guo's penis hardened, and he was about to push Princess Sanna down when Princess Zhuoma gently clapped her hands. The curtain was lifted, and a strangely dressed, alluring young woman entered the tent with a flirtatious laugh.
Yang Guo exclaimed in surprise, "Who is this young comrade...?"
Princess Zhuoma smiled and said, "Her name is Batal, a sorceress loyal to our father. Guo'er, I'm about to tell you the story of King Gesar. To tell this story well, we need the sorceress Batal's help. Batal, come and have a cup of goat's milk first."
The young woman respectfully replied, "Princess, you don't need to be so polite. I'm here to serve you, and I wouldn't dare to drink your goat's milk."
Princess Zhuoma smiled slightly upon hearing this and, no longer being polite, began to tell the story of King Gesar: "Long, long ago, on the Tibetan grasslands, there was a wandering boy named Gesar..."
As Yang Guo listened, he carefully observed the little witch named Batar. She seemed to be about his age, extremely beautiful, but her bizarre, multicolored clothing, the string of skull beads coiled on her head, and her unpredictable eyes made her appear both eerie and alluring. Looking at her, Yang Guo couldn't help but recall the group of ghostly chess players his mother, Huang Rong, had told him about. Based on Princess Zhuoma's conversation with the little witch, Yang Guo sensed that although she appeared intimidating, she held a low position among the Tibetan nobles. Batar then pulled a dark, short flute from her robes, brought it to her lips, and began to play slowly, in sync with the tone and rhythm of Princess Zhuoma's storytelling.
Princess Zhuoma recounted, "Gesar wandered the grasslands and snow-capped mountains. He possessed superhuman strength, and his horsemanship, swordsmanship, and archery were unmatched on the grasslands. When asked who his master was, Gesar was very reluctant to answer. In fact, even Gesar himself didn't know who his master was. He only remembered that when he was ten years old, he met a masked man in black in a snow valley who taught him martial arts and horsemanship, but forbade him to tell anyone about his lineage. Gesar studied under that mysterious masked man for three years, and as a young boy..." At a young age, he had already mastered martial arts and became a chivalrous figure on the grasslands, righting wrongs and robbing the rich to help the poor, his fame spreading far and wide. The poor herders on the grasslands were very grateful to him, while the princes and nobles who oppressed them hated him to the core. One night, several noble princes invited some underworld experts from the Central Plains, who used trickery to lure Gesar to a small hillside, where they tightly surrounded it...
Yang Guo listened to this story, initially somewhat indifferent, because he felt that the little witch Batar's flute music was more captivating than the story of Princess Zhuoma. The flute music was melodious, desolate, and sorrowful, yet it possessed a strange charm that drew the listener's attention. The more Yang Guo listened, the more engrossed he became, when suddenly he saw the witch Batar smile at him, a smile carrying an indescribable mockery. Yang Guo felt a blur before his eyes and a violent jolt in his body. When he could see clearly again, he couldn't help but cry out and fall to the ground.
He found himself on a small hillside, surrounded by endless grasslands with traces of snow on the ground. The moonlight was cold and clear, and the distant howls of wolves could be heard faintly.
Yang Guo jumped up and found himself dressed in tattered Tibetan clothes, a knife at his waist, and a bow and arrows on his back. He touched his head and found his hair was a mess, and cursed, "Damn it! Am I dreaming? How did I get here? Where's Princess Zhuoma? Where's Princess Sangna? Damn it...!"
Suddenly, someone beside him asked, "Gesar, who are you cursing? What's wrong with you?"
Yang Guo turned around abruptly and saw a beautiful young woman in green standing next to him, her large, watery eyes staring at him with a playful smile. Upon seeing the girl, Yang Guo felt a sudden, overwhelming sense of unease, as if waking from a long-forgotten dream. A flood of memories rushed to his mind, and he sighed, "It's nothing, nothing... I think I just had a dream, feeling like I was someone else. Now I'm awake, I know my name is Gesar, and you are 'Autumn Water Sword' Su Ling'er..."
The girl in green smiled, "Of course you are Gesar, and of course I am Su Ling'er. Gesar, I still find you a little strange, as if you're distracted. You mustn't be distracted. According to the agreement, within half an hour, a dozen or so experts from the Central Plains will arrive and surround this hillside. We must act convincingly to deceive them and launch a counterattack; otherwise, we alone are no match for them..."
Gesar nodded, gazing affectionately at Su Ling'er, and couldn't help but recall their first meeting half a month ago. That noon, under the bright sunshine, Gesar passed by a teahouse on the Han-Tibetan border. Just as he was about to go in for a bowl of milk tea, he suddenly saw a beautiful girl in green standing in a cowshed not far away. He was immediately captivated, for he had never seen such a stunning Han Chinese beauty before. Even just seeing her profile, he felt her beauty rivaled that of a fairy.
Gesar slowly walked towards the cowshed. The girl in green was standing in the cowshed, watching curiously as an old Tibetan woman milked a cow. She laughed, "Wow, so this is how milk is made. It's so much fun! This is the first time I've ever seen it..."
Before she could finish speaking, a rough voice laughed, "Little girl, do you think milking is fun? Then come with us old men to the woods over there, and let us old men milk your little breasts. That will be even more fun!"
The girl in green was embarrassed and angry. She turned around abruptly, her slender hand on the hilt of the sword at her waist, and sneered, "Those beasts don't want to live, daring to spew filth in front of me!"
Three fat men, carrying large knives, dressed in tattered clothes, and with ugly faces, stood at the entrance of the cowshed, their six lecherous eyes fixed on the girl's full, heaving breasts. The fattest of the men laughed, “Little girl, have you ever heard of us? We are the ‘Three Bears of Northern Tibet.’ We’re not the ‘heroes,’ because we three brothers never consider ourselves heroes; we simply acknowledge ourselves as three fat, adorable bears. Little girl, your three bear brothers are thirsty. Since you enjoy milking so much, come with us and give us your milk to drink!”
Upon hearing the name “Three Bears of Northern Tibet,” the old woman milking the cow turned pale with fright. She dropped her milk bucket, cried out, “Run, girl!” and jumped over the cowshed fence to escape. One of the men laughed, "Old woman, why are you running away? We brothers have no interest in you. But this delicate little girl is destined to nurse our three bear cubs today, letting us experience the bliss of breastfeeding again, hehe..."
The girl in green was furious inside, but a smile gradually appeared on her lips. She said softly, "You really want to nurse? Fine, you three kneel down and kowtow three hundred times, then call me 'Mother' a thousand times, and I'll nurse you, okay?" The
"Three Bears of Northern Tibet" exchanged glances and simultaneously let out a sinister laugh. One of the men said, "Little girl, do you really think we three brothers are fools? What kind of little girl calls someone 'Mother' before nursing? Don't worry, as long as you can fill our three bear cubs' stomachs with your milk, we'll not only call you 'Mother,' but we'll also feed you soy milk down there to repay your kindness in raising us, haha..." The
"Three Bears of Northern Tibet" lewdly grinned and surrounded the girl in green. The girl in green thought, "They're courting death!" Just as she was about to draw her longsword, she suddenly heard a cold voice say, "You three bear beasts, I've been looking for you for a long time. I never thought you would dare to come here and
cause trouble. It's like finding a needle in a haystack! Today, you three bear beasts will leave your bear heads behind!" The "Three Bears of Northern Tibet" were startled upon hearing this. They turned around and saw a thin boy with tattered clothes and messy hair standing in front of them. They couldn't help but laugh. Luo Gang, the third of the "Three Bears," nicknamed "Sniffing Bear," laughed, "You little brat, we old men are in a good mood today because we've had some good milk. We don't want to kill you, so we'll spare your life. Now get lost!"
Zhu Bin, the second "Tail-Upturned Bear," also laughed, "Young brother, wanting to imitate the hero saving the beauty is a good intention and shows great ambition, but chivalry relies on real skills and abilities, not just slogans. Didn't you see the news about the 18th National Congress? The Central Committee is now advocating the comprehensive implementation of the Scientific Outlook on Development. What is Scientific Development? It means talking about science, focusing on effectiveness, and strictly prohibiting false and superficial words and deeds. Your behavior is very impetuous and goes against the Scientific Outlook on Development. Young comrade..."
The eldest, Liu Dahai, nicknamed "Overlord Bear," suddenly interrupted the second brother, because he noticed... The young man, seeing the short knife at his waist and the bow and arrows on his back, couldn't help but think of a terrifying figure from legend. He stammered, "Second brother, don't talk nonsense... May I ask, brother, we've never crossed paths, so who exactly are you...?"
The young man slowly took the bow and arrows from his back and coldly said, "My name is Gesar. You must have heard of my name. Some say that you three brothers have been committing rape and plunder on the Tibetan border, doing all sorts of evil. I've been searching for you for a long time, and I never expected to meet you here today. My rule for killing is to give the victim a chance to live. You should start running now. I will only shoot you when you are thirty paces away. I will only shoot one arrow. If this one arrow cannot kill all three of you at the same time, I will let you go..."
The "Three Bears of Northern Tibet," upon hearing the name of Gesar, were already terrified, their legs going weak. Now, suddenly hearing they had a chance to live, they were secretly overjoyed. They thought to themselves, "No matter how skilled you are with your archery, you can't possibly hit all three of us with a single arrow." So the "Three Bears" leaped away. Despite their large, clumsy bodies, their lightness skill was surprisingly good. In the blink of an eye, they had escaped thirty paces away. Just as they were about to round the foot of a small hill and escape Gesar's range, the green-clad girl said, "Young hero, why don't you shoot? If they round the foot of the hill, it will be..."
With a "whoosh," the vibration of the bowstring caused a gust of wind that actually made the green-clad girl take two steps back. She watched as the bamboo arrow flew out at an imperceptible speed, hearing three groans in succession. The arrow first pierced the back of "Sniff-Nosed Bear" Luo Gang's head, exiting through his forehead with a spurt of blood. Its speed didn't diminish as it pierced the back of "Tail-Raising Bear" Zhu Bin's head, exiting through his forehead. At this moment, "Tyrant Bear" Liu Dahai, running at the forefront, had already changed direction, seemingly about to avoid the arrow. However, after exiting through Zhu Bin's forehead, the bamboo arrow unexpectedly curved slightly, striking "Tyrant Bear" accurately in the back of the head with a "thud." "Tyrant Bear" lunged forward, falling face-first to the ground. The bamboo arrow had pinned his head to the ground!
The girl in green clicked her tongue in amazement, "Excellent archery! Gesar, I've heard of you before. I thought a young hero like you only existed in the legends of the grasslands, but it turns out you actually exist! It seems my trip to the Tibetan border was well worth it, because I've met a legendary young hero!"
Gesar blushed, embarrassed by the girl's words, and said, "You flatter me, young lady! I'm hardly a hero. I just do what I can for the poor herders on the grasslands, preventing those nobles from oppressing them too much. You must be from the Central Plains, judging by your attire, you must be a martial artist. May I ask your name?"
The girl in green raised the long sword at her waist and smiled. “My name is Su Ling’er, and I’m known in the martial arts world as ‘Autumn Water Sword’…”
Gesar was greatly surprised upon hearing this, and involuntarily took two steps back, clasping his hands in a fist salute, saying, “So you are the famous ‘Autumn Water Sword’ Su Ling’er of the Central Plains martial arts world! My apologies for not recognizing you! Su Ling’er, I’ve heard your chivalrous stories since I was a child, and I’ve always been a fan of yours!” Su Ling’er
smiled and said, “Young Master Gesar, you’re too kind! Let’s not be so formal. I’m definitely
older than you, so let’s address each other as brother and sister.” Gesar looked at Su Ling’er’s charming and pretty face and couldn’t help but laugh, “I’m already sixteen years old this year. I think Su Ling’er’s age is about the same as mine, maybe even younger…”
Upon hearing this, Su Ling'er chuckled and said, "What did you say? I'm younger than you, hehe. Gesar, let me tell you, I'm almost thirty years old, more than ten years older than you. You could call me 'Auntie' without feeling it's inappropriate, but please call me 'Sister,' otherwise it feels like you're making me sound old."
Gesar was greatly surprised to hear that Su Ling'er was almost thirty. He looked at her more closely for a while and sighed, "Sister Su is truly a fairy! You're almost thirty but still look like a teenage girl! Sister Su, I've heard that only those with high martial arts skills and profound inner strength can maintain their youthful appearance. Sister Su must be like that..."
Su Ling'er playfully scolded, "Gesar, I didn't expect you to be not only a master archer but also have such a sweet tongue." Thank you for your praise. My main purpose in coming to the Tibetan border this time is to find the Red Lotus Grass to cure my master's illness. I heard that the Red Lotus Grass grows in the Longyin Mountain area of northern Tibet, but I am not familiar with the geography here and am afraid I won't be able to find it. Gesar, would you be willing to take your sister to find the Red Lotus Grass?"
As she spoke, she looked at Gesar with a provocative gaze. Gesar, looking at Su Ling'er's charming face and devilish figure, was already aroused with desire. He smiled and said, "Sister Su, you are too polite. You come from the Central Plains, while I have always lived on the grasslands. So you are the guest, and I am the host. I should treat you well. Sister Su, let's go. I will take you to Longyin Mountain to find the Red Lotus Grass."
So the two of them walked side by side. Gesar began to greedily inhale the delicate fragrance emanating from Su Ling'er, and chuckled, "I just saw Sister Su watching people milk cows in the cowshed. Sister Su, why are you interested in milking?"
Su Ling'er playfully punched Gesar, and said with a pout, "Ouch, you still dare to say that! Just now, because I was watching milking, I was almost molested by those three bear beasts... Gesar, have you ever milked a cow?"
Gesar chuckled, "I grew up on the grasslands, how could I not have milked a cow? But what I'm best at isn't milking cows, it's milking human milk..."
Su Ling'er's face immediately lit up with a flirtatious smile, and she said coquettishly, "Oh, Gesar, I didn't expect you to know how to milk human milk at such a young age. Come on, let's go to that woods over there, I'll test whether you really know how to milk human milk..."
So the two of them held hands and flew away, disappearing into a sparse woods beside the road ahead. Gesar pressed Su Ling'er against a tree trunk, and impatiently grabbed the beauty's breasts through her clothes, kneading them.
Su Ling'er groaned, her voice trembling, "Ouch... be gentle... Gesar, you little idiot, you're so naughty... you're so good at milking... you idiot... why don't you go milk your mother's milk..."
Gesar saw that Su Ling'er was a slut, so he kneaded her breasts hard without any tenderness, and said with a grin, "I also want to milk my mother's milk, but I've been an orphan since I was little and don't know who my mother is. Sister Su, I feel so close to you, why don't you be my mother?"
Su Ling'er hugged the boy's head and groaned, "Okay, good son, I'll be your mother... those three little bears didn't get to drink my milk today, so you can drink it..."
As she spoke, she couldn't wait to unbutton her clothes and tear off her bra, her two round, white breasts bouncing out, the two nipples red and particularly tempting. Gesar immediately took one nipple into his mouth and began sucking, while simultaneously kneading the other breast vigorously with his hand. Su Ling'er cried out in a trembling voice, "Ouch...it hurts so much...you idiot...you really can't be gentle like that, you'll break my breasts..."
Gesar then slightly reduced the force of his demonic hands, but his mouth tightened, biting and pulling Su Ling'er's nipple backward with all his might, stretching it more than three times its original length. Su Ling'er's delicate eyebrows furrowed in pain, and she kept hitting Gesar's head with her small fists, cursing him as an "idiot," but she couldn't make the boy be any gentler with her.
Gesar kneaded and sucked on Su Ling'er's two breasts for almost half an hour, until they were ravaged and swollen, before finally lifting his head from Su Ling'er's soft breasts. Su Ling'er's lower body was already wet, and she impatiently pulled down her skirt and trousers, wanting Gesar to have his way with her. Gesar, however, grabbed her hair, dragged her to her knees before him, pulled out his hard penis from his crotch, and sneered, "I don't want to penetrate your lower mouth right now. First, use your cherry-like lips to play me a tune of 'Snow in the North'..."
With that, he shoved his penis into Su Ling'er's mouth. Su Ling'er was indeed lewd; she didn't resist, immediately grasping the young man's black penis with both hands and sucking on it. While sucking, she looked up at Gesar with her watery eyes, her gaze filled with lust.
Gesar, still holding Su Ling'er's hair, pounded his penis against her cheeks and throat. After about half an hour, feeling he couldn't hold back any longer, he pulled his penis out of Su Ling'er's mouth. As soon as the glans left her mouth, semen gushed out, spraying white blood all over the beautiful woman's face.
After ejaculating, Gesar let out a long breath, pulled up his pants, and led Su Ling'er out of the forest to the river to wash their faces. After washing her face, Su Ling'er complained, "Gesar, you had your fun, but my lower body is so itchy! What should I do?"
Gesar laughed, "I can't answer that question right now. I'll answer you after I finish reading Chernyshevsky's novel... Hehe, Sister Su, just kidding. I'm sorry about earlier, I really liked your cherry lips, so I couldn't help but pour soy milk into them. Next time I'll definitely take good care of your little mouth and make you feel good..."
Su Ling'er snuggled closer to Gesar, saying in a coquettish voice, "Next time, next time I definitely won't let you off... Next time I want you to serve my lower body with your mouth, lick my pussy, that's fair..."
Gesar thought to himself, "Your cunt has been fucked by countless dicks, it must be filthy, I'm not going to lick it!" But he still agreed verbally. The two left the riverbank and headed towards Longyin Mountain.
Along the way, Su Ling'er tried her best to seduce Gesar, but Gesar refused, saying his little penis was too tired. Finally, Gesar got annoyed by Su Ling'er's persistence and thought angrily, "Damn it, I've never seen such a slutty woman! Fine, if you want to play, I'll play with you!"
So when the two passed through a valley, Gesar looked at the setting sun in the distance and suddenly said, "Damn, it's time, I have to chant scriptures." He then sat down cross-legged on the ground.
Su Ling'er exclaimed in surprise, "Chanting Gesar? What are you doing? Do you believe in Buddhism and need to chant sutras constantly like those lamas who turn prayer wheels?"
Gesar replied, "Yes, I believe in Buddhism. This time of day is my chanting time, and nothing can interfere with my chanting. I'll finish soon. You stay here and protect me."
With that, he closed his eyes and began to chant. Su Ling'er, curious, stood to the side, sword in hand, listening intently. He recited: "Thus have I heard. At one time, the Bhagavan dwelled in the vast Vajra Dharma Realm Palace blessed by the Tathagata. All Vajra holders were assembled.
The Tathagata, through divine transformation and play, created a magnificent pavilion of precious kings, high beyond measure. Various great and wondrous precious kings adorned the bodhisattvas' bodies, forming lion thrones. The Vajra's name is the Vajra of Immaculate Space..." Su Ling'er listened for a while, then couldn't help but laugh, "Gesar, don't think your sister is uncultured. I've heard this sutra you recite before; it's from the 'Entering the Gate of Mantra, Abiding in the Mind Chapter' in the Tripitaka. I heard a lama recite it in Qinghai last year..."
Gesar didn't... Ignoring Su Ling'er, he continued chanting: "Wandering in the void, I hold the Vajra. Born in the void, I hold the Vajra. Clad in variegated robes, I hold the Vajra. Walking with virtuous steps, I hold the Vajra. Abiding in the equality of all dharmas, I hold the Vajra. Compassionate towards countless sentient beings, I hold the Vajra. The power of Narayana, I hold the Vajra. The great power of Narayana, I hold the Vajra. The wondrous Vajra. The swift and victorious Vajra. The immaculate Vajra..."
Su Ling'er found Gesar's chanting tone very somber and the rhythm very slow, making her feel uncomfortable. Just as she was about to leave, she suddenly heard a loud "boom," as if a bomb had exploded in her brain. Immediately, she could hear nothing else but Gesar's strange chanting echoing in her ears. Su Ling'er immediately screamed, clutching her head with both hands, swaying a few times before collapsing to the ground, unconscious.
Gesar stopped chanting, grinning maliciously as he slowly rose from the ground. Looking at the unconscious Su Ling'er, he thought, "This 'Tibetan Sutra Mantra' is really that effective; people faint just from hearing it. Looks like I can finally have my way with this slut.
" The "Tibetan Sutra Mantra" he had just recited was something he had forced a wicked sorcerer to teach him last year when he went to kill him. This kind of incantation uses a special tone and rhythm, with the scriptures of the Tripitaka as its medium, to cast the spell. Those who are knocked unconscious by this spell will experience bizarre hallucinations upon waking, becoming completely at the mercy of others.
Gesar walked to the unconscious Su Ling'er, kicked her body, estimating she would wake up in about two hours—plenty of time. He grabbed Su Ling'er's hair, dragged her to a patch of grass behind a rock, hid her, then clapped his hands, grinning sinisterly, and leaped into the nearby valley.
Gesar spent over an hour capturing a burly wild dog in that desolate valley. The dog was extremely ferocious, about the size of a small lion, with coarse black fur, its eyes gleaming with a bluish light, and its low howl sending chills down one's spine. Gesar used magic and a sleeping potion to control the dog; the beast immediately became dazed and obediently followed Gesar's spells, slowly leading it out of the valley.
It was already late, the autumn wind was bleak across the plains, and the sky was overcast. The wild dog, its long, scarlet tongue lolling out, walked to the spot behind the rock where Su Ling'er was hiding, and licked the beauty's face. Su Ling'er immediately woke up and sat up.
Logically, upon waking and seeing a large wild dog standing beside her, Su Ling'er should have screamed. However, her eyes lit up, and she reached out to hug the dog, playfully teasing, "Gesar, have you finished your chanting? Is your little pecker hard enough to mate with your sister now?"
In Su Ling'er's eyes, the wild dog had transformed into Gesar, entirely due to the effects of Gesar's spell. The real Gesar, hiding behind a withered tree nearby, a cold smile playing on his lips, softly chanted incantations, using a strange illusion to simultaneously control both Su Ling'er and the wild dog, intending to facilitate their union.
The wild dog, already drugged by Gesar, howled and pounced upon seeing Su Ling'er awake, tearing her clothes to shreds. Su Ling'er giggled, offering no resistance. What she saw was the young Gesar, leering, lunging at her, tearing her clothes, and biting down on one of her breasts. The beauty cried out in pain, "Ouch, baby, please be gentle, I can't take it..."
The wild dog's sharp teeth left bloody marks on Su Ling'er's breasts, its tongue greedily licking her nipples, the barbs almost piercing them. Yet, amidst the pain, Su Ling'er felt a strange pleasure, her voice trembling as she cried out, "Gesar, you idiot... are you really going to kill me? Oh... so good, I love you so much..."
The wild dog licked Su Ling'er's body for a while, until its penis between its legs had swollen to a ten-inch length, its red shaft bulging with veins, a truly horrifying sight. Su Ling'er grabbed the wild dog's penis and thrust it towards her crotch, trembling as she cried out, "Gesar... baby... hurry... hurry and fuck me... sister can't take it anymore..."
The wild dog's penis plunged into Su Ling'er's vagina, and she let out a miserable scream: "Ouch!... it hurts so much... Gesar, today I'm going to die in front of your little penis... fuck me, fuck me as much as you want... I just want pleasure, I don't want to live..." Gesar,
listening from behind the withered tree, chuckled to himself, chanting incantations and relentlessly driving the wild dog to thrust its penis into Su Ling'er's vagina, causing the beauty to moan and gush with lustful fluids. Under the influence of incantations and aphrodisiacs, the wild dog ravaged Su Ling'er for over an hour before finally pulling its penis out of her vagina and thrusting it into her mouth, ejaculating its scalding semen into the beauty's throat...
The wild dog immediately regained consciousness after ejaculating. Seeing the beautiful, white body of the woman, it let out a low howl and was about to bite when a bamboo arrow flew in with a strong gust of wind, piercing the wild dog's head with a "whoosh." The beast collapsed to the side, swaying slightly before becoming still.
Su Ling'er was swallowing the semen when she suddenly heard the sound of wind breaking and saw with her own eyes a bamboo arrow pierce Gesar's skull. She screamed in horror, her mind went blank, and she fainted again.
When she awoke again, she heard a melodious song: "You have the name of a flower, beautiful girl Zhuomala. You have the smile of a flower, beautiful girl Zhuomala. You are like a free little bird, singing on the grassland. You are like a colorful butterfly dancing in spring, shining among the flowers..."
Su Ling'er jumped up, realizing that her clothes were disheveled, her hair was messy, and her breasts and lower body ached slightly. Looking up, she saw a bonfire rising not far away, and Gesar sitting beside it, singing as he turned the game over the fire.
Su Ling'er rushed over, squatted down to warm herself by the fire, and exclaimed in surprise, "Gesar, am I dreaming, or was that scene just now a dream? I just saw you get shot through the head with a bamboo arrow..."
Gesar smiled calmly, "Since I started learning archery, I've always been the one shooting through other people's heads. You actually saw someone else shoot through my head! It's a huge insult to my archery skills! Alas, you've severely damaged my pride..."
Su Ling'er immediately sat down next to Gesar, wrapped her arms around his waist, and said in a coquettish voice, "Oh, don't be angry. I was just having a dream... Gesar, you made me feel so good just now... Hey, what are you roasting? It smells so good..."
Gesar looked at the wild dog's body turning over on the fire and laughed, "It smells good, doesn't it? I saw you were dozing off, so I went over there and caught a wild dog for you to eat some dog meat to nourish your body. Tell me, am I being affectionate?"
Upon hearing this, Su Ling'er gently rested her face on Gesar's shoulder and said softly, "Gesar, you're so good to me, but please don't chant scriptures in front of me anymore, okay? I get sleepy as soon as I hear you chant. The song you just sang was so beautiful, you can sing for me from now on..." Gesar
smiled faintly and said, "Okay, as long as you like it, I'll sing for you often from now on... Now the dog meat is ready, you can eat it!"
As he spoke, he handed the roasted dog penis to Su Ling'er. Su Ling'er's pretty face flushed slightly, and she frowned, saying, "Um... I don't want to eat this..."
Gesar shoved the dog whip into Su Ling'er's hand, chuckling, "Sister Su, you eat it. This is very nutritious, especially on the grasslands, it helps keep you warm. I specially roasted it for you, so don't go against my good intentions..."
Su Ling'er had no choice but to frown and bring the dog whip to her mouth, taking a bite and chewing a few times. Her brows immediately relaxed, and she smiled, "Hmm, it tastes pretty good... Gesar, won't you eat some?"
Gesar laughed, "If I eat any more, my lower part will explode! I'll fuck you to pieces! You eat it, don't be shy, I'll just eat dog meat..."
So Su Ling'er ate the whole roasted dog whip, her mouth dripping with oil. Gesar chuckled to himself, thinking, "That dog's penis just ejaculated in your mouth, and now you've eaten it. I've avenged you. You and that wild dog are even now, hehe..."
After finishing the dog meat and extinguishing the campfire, the two traveled through the night. The next morning, they approached Longyin Mountain. Su Ling'er suddenly stopped, looking at Gesar with a complex expression in her eyes.
Gesar couldn't help but smile bitterly, "Why aren't you moving? Don't look at me with such ambiguous eyes, I'm not used to it..."
Su Ling'er looked at Gesar for a moment, then suddenly turned away, covering her face and sobbing, "Gesar, I... I can't go any further with you... I don't want to find any more Red Lotus Grass, let's... part ways here..."
With that, she turned to run back the way she came. Gesar quickly grabbed her jade-like arm, exclaiming with a startled laugh, "What are you doing? You were just raped by a wild dog, and you're already giving up on your ideals? Don't be like this! You're still young, your future is still bright..."
Su Ling'er exclaimed in surprise, "What wild dog...?"
Gesar realized he had let something slip and quickly laughed, "I mean, you are so noble, and I am like a wild dog on the grassland in front of you, yet I had sex with you, this swan. Now, do you regret it and feel that losing your virginity to me was a loss?"
Su Ling'er smiled bitterly, "Gesar, what nonsense are you talking about? I, Su Ling'er, am not such a materialistic person. In my eyes, you are not a wild dog at all; on the contrary, you are a lion I admire. Especially when you pinned me down and violated me, I simply wanted to be your sex slave forever... Gesar, the reason I can no longer go on with you is because I..." "I really can't bear to harm you, because I've already fallen in love with you..."
Gesar was startled by these words, his hand involuntarily tightening around the hilt of his sword. He coldly said, "Don't say 'I love you' yet. You say you can't bear to harm me, what exactly is going on?"
Su Ling'er looked up at Gesar, then quickly lowered her eyes and sighed, "Gesar, actually, I am one of the assassins that Prince Mengduo hired from the Central Plains to harm you. Besides me, there are 'Ghost-Faced Scholar' He Cang, the 'Tianshan Double Axes' Zhang brothers, and the 'Peach Blossom Three Poisons' Jiang sisters. We planned this beforehand, with me deliberately getting to know you and luring you to this area of Tianlong Mountain. Tonight at midnight, we will surround and kill you on a small hill ahead...
" Gesar pondered, "Ghost-Faced Scholar, Tianshan Double Axes, Peach Blossom Three Poisons, plus you, Autumn Water Sword Su Ling'er... Strange, besides the 'Peach Blossom Three Poisons' Jiang sisters, you..." "These people are all renowned heroes of the Central Plains. When did they become the lackeys of Prince Mengduo and be ordered by him to kill me!"
Su Ling'er sighed. "What heroes? Alas, in this world of martial arts, evil reigns supreme and righteousness is waning. Upholding justice only invites ridicule; only bounties and profits are coveted. Prince Mengduo offered 30,000 taels of gold to have us take your head. Gesar, I originally came to kill you, but since we formed a bond, I've fallen in love with you. Go away, leave this Tianlong Mountain area, go as far away as possible..."
Gesar thought to himself, "What bond do you have with me? You only have a bond with that wild dog that became our meal." But he was moved by Su Ling'er's confession and sighed, "Since that's the case, I won't leave. You should stay with me. If you really like me, cooperate with me. Let's use this as a pretext and wait for those few..." "A master has arrived. As long as I can kill the 'Three Poisons of Peach Blossom' Jiang sisters, I won't care about that ghost scholar and those two broken axes. Sister Su, are you willing to cooperate with me?"
Su Ling'er was overjoyed upon hearing this, thinking that Gesar had accepted her love. She quickly grasped Gesar's hands and said in a trembling voice, "Gesar, of course I am willing! As long as I can be with you, I will not hesitate to betray Prince Mengduo! After it's done, I will take you away from the Tibetan border, and we will go to the Central Plains, to Jiangnan. No matter how powerful Prince Mengduo is, his claws can't reach that far!"
Gesar smiled faintly, gently withdrew his hand from Su Ling'er's slender hand, and said with a faint smile, "Very good, let's go to that hillside now to ambush and plan the steps to lure and kill the enemy."
So the two used their lightness skills and quickly leaped up the small hillside belonging to the Longyin Mountain Range. The hillside was neither too big nor too small, and it was surrounded by a vast grassland, making it difficult to escape or hide. After surveying the terrain, Gesar sneered, "Sister Su, you've chosen a truly excellent place. If you hadn't told me the truth, this might have been my final resting place..."
Su Ling'er took Gesar's arm and said softly, "Gesar, don't worry, now that I've chosen your side, even if I die at their hands, I will never regret it..."
Looking into Su Ling'er's affectionate eyes, Gesar felt a surge of desire. He immediately grabbed her hair, forced her to kneel before him again, and said with a wicked smile, "Sister Su..." " Sister, your affection truly moves me! My little penis is acting up again, why don't you teach it a lesson with your mouth?"
Su Ling'er pulled the boy's penis from his crotch, looking up at his face with a seductive smile. "Gesar, you've used the wrong words. As his older sister, I can't just scold a naughty child; I need to soothe him gently." She
then greedily licked his not-so-hard penis with her tongue, saying in a coquettish voice, "Gesar, I've comforted your little brother, when are you going to comfort mine?"
Gesar thought to himself, "What a slut! My penis is practically pounded to pieces by wild dogs, and she's still not satisfied!" He replied with a faint smile, "Don't rush me. After we deal with those idiots who wanted to kill me, I'll comfort you properly, okay?"
Su Ling'er exclaimed happily, "Great! Gesar, just for that, I'll definitely work with you to take down those six assassins!"

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