Brother Jing had no choice but to find a man himself.

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Guo Jing and Huang Rong were newly married, but Guo Jing's heart was with the border. Although he was on Peach Blossom Island, he longed to return to Xiangyang to strengthen its defenses. Huang Rong, though unwilling, had no choice but to comply. So, less than a month after their marriage, the two left Peach Blossom Island and went to Xiangyang.
Guo Jing then trained his soldiers according to the methods of the *Wumu's Legacy*, quickly restoring order to the previously chaotic city defenses. Guo Jing himself felt he had found meaning in life. Even though it was night, he was still studying *The Art of War* in his study, trying to combine it with the *Wumu's Legacy*… In Huang Rong's room, Huang Rong was chatting with several wives and concubines of Lü Wenhuan, the governor of Xiangyang.
Huang Rong was only eighteen years old, in the prime of her youth. In Xiangyang, where no one else spoke, she found herself quite comfortable conversing with Lü Wenhuan's young wives and concubines. She had few female friends in her life, and discussing clothing, makeup, and jewelry with her female companions was far more interesting to Huang Rong than the profound mysteries of the Nine Yin Manual.
However, the conversations of married women often revolved around matters of the bedroom. Huang Rong was initially extremely shy, but gradually she became interested in the topics others were discussing. Seeing that Huang Rong was stunningly beautiful but almost completely ignorant about sex, the women often teased her, "Miss Huang, with your perfect face and figure, and with Master Guo's martial arts being so superb, you must be enjoying countless pleasures." "Of course! Look at our husband (Lü Wenhuan), although he never practices martial arts and is quite old, he's incredibly energetic in bed, often going at it for half an hour or an hour, leaving us unable to walk the next day... Master Guo's martial arts are so high, naturally he's invincible, not to mention facing a beauty like Sister Rong, and having sex three or four times a day..." "What?" "Yes! Miss Huang can still practice her skills the next day, I really admire you!..." Huang Rong blushed and didn't know how to answer, only saying, "Sisters, you flatter me, I don't have that kind of beauty." One of the concubines chuckled and said, "Sister Rong, you may not know, but the fact that Master Guo's training is so effective is at least half thanks to you." Huang Rong asked, puzzled, "What do you mean?" "Soldiers used to train so diligently, lining up every morning. Now look at everyone, who isn't here early in the morning? Do you think it's just because of Master Guo's clumsy orders?" "Is this even possible? Those soldiers were just hoping to catch a glimpse of you this morning, Rong-meimei, since you were coming out with Master Guo..." "Yes, yes, yes! I have something to say, Miss Huang, don't be angry, but these days, almost every customer in the popular brothels in Xiangyang is talking about Miss Huang's figure and looks. Even the girls there try their best to imitate your style to attract customers!" "Yes, yes, not just the people there, even my master, you know, that day in bed he insisted I dress like Miss Huang,..." "They dressed me in similar clothes, styled my hair in a similar way, and then made me turn around and have sex with me from behind. While they were doing it, they made me moan, 'Rong'er is about to be fucked to death... Lord Lü is about to fuck Rong'er to death...'" Huang Rong quickly said, "Nonsense! How could such an absurd thing happen!" The concubine smiled and said, "Miss Huang, you don't know, men are just like that. They're fucking one person, but they might be thinking about another woman. I bet that right now, nine out of ten men in the city who are in bed are fantasizing about sleeping with Miss Huang!" If it were a few years earlier, Huang Rong would never have tolerated such words. However, after getting married and experiencing the pleasures of sex, the naturally lively Huang Rong developed a considerable interest in it and gradually accepted these things. In addition, Guo Jing was completely oblivious to romance. In the two months of their marriage, the two had sex no more than four times. Although she wasn't exactly lonely, Huang Rong did have some unspeakable regret. Hearing this now, she felt a strange, indescribable feeling... That night, Huang Rong had a dream that made her heart race.
She dreamt that she and Lü Wenhuan were discussing city defenses, while he kept reaching down to her sensitive vulva, caressing and stroking it. Though filled with shock and anger, she couldn't move at all, instead spreading her legs to allow his fingers to penetrate. When Lü Wenhuan's short, thick fingers entered her vulva, her body suddenly trembled uncontrollably, as if something was about to gush out—at the same time, Huang Rong awoke with a start, finding herself drenched in sweat. She instinctively touched her vulva, only to discover that not only her entire genitals but also the bedding beneath her was stained with slippery bodily fluids. That day, one of Lü Wenhuan's favorite concubines came to Huang Rong's residence, asking to borrow some clothes and hair ornaments.
The concubine was about the same height as Huang Rong, and although not as graceful, she was still slender and attractive. Wearing Huang Rong's clothes, from a distance, it was difficult to tell the difference.
But when asked what she needed the clothes for, the concubine hesitated and refused to answer. Remembering the conversation among the women that day about how Lü Wenhuan sometimes had his wives and concubines wear similar clothing before engaging in sexual intercourse, Huang Rong's heart skipped a beat: Could it be…? As night fell, Huang Rong went to the study. Guo Jing wasn't well-educated and was currently engrossed in studying military strategy, often confused by the allusions. Huang Rong became his teacher in this regard, not only telling him about numerous classic historical battles but also teaching him basic grammar and sentence structure.
Normally, with his beautiful wife beside him, it would be difficult for any man to concentrate on his studies, let alone a stunning beauty like Huang Rong. However, Guo Jing had practiced Taoist internal energy cultivation since childhood, possessing exceptional concentration. The Seven Freaks of Jiangnan, though of low
martial arts skill, adhered to the outdated belief that "one drop of semen is worth ten drops of blood," insisting that virgin semen was the foundation of internal strength. Therefore, in Guo Jing's subconscious, sexual intercourse between husband and wife was utterly meaningless. Although the Nine Yin Manual had a dedicated section on dual cultivation, Guo Jing ignored it.
At this moment, Huang Rong recounted to Guo Jing the legendary battle in which the peerless master Zhang Fei used his self-created Lion's Roar to repel an army of tens of thousands. Guo Jing, lost in thought, completely ignored his beautiful wife nestled against him, her thin clothes barely concealing her alluring figure. He said to Huang Rong, "Rong'er, let me think about how to combine the inner workings of the Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms with the Lion's Roar. Perhaps it will be of great use in the future. You should go back and rest early." Huang Rong had assumed that after finishing her explanation of military strategy, Guo Jing would return to their room with her. Having talked so much with Lü Wenhuan's wives and concubines these past few days, she had also been hoping that her beloved Guo Jing would be more proactive and intimate with her. She even wished they could have "four or five times a night" as others imagined. She never expected that she would be sleeping alone again tonight
. Although she was dissatisfied, her husband was diligently studying and practicing martial arts, and she couldn't really find fault with him. With a sigh, Huang Rong could only say, "Take care of yourself, Guo Jing, and rest early," before slowly turning and leaving.
The courtyard outside was silent. Huang Rong looked at the deserted doorway, feeling an indescribable sadness. She thought of what other women said about their men—that they were all incredibly energetic at night, driving them to tears… Thinking of those women's words, Huang Rong couldn't help but laugh: who knows if they were just talking nonsense or if it was true? Not every man is so lustful.
Suddenly, an idea struck Huang Rong: why not go and see if Lord Lü was really as they said? Huang Rong was naturally impulsive, and even after being with Guo Jing, she still acted recklessly. To her, peeping at someone's intimate moments wasn't particularly wrong.
Lü Wenhuan's residence wasn't far, and in no time Huang Rong arrived at the roof of the Lü family compound. She gently lifted a tile and looked down. Sure enough, the concubine who had come to borrow clothes during the day was now dressed as Huang Rong and standing in the room, while Lü Wenhuan sat upright in a chair.
"Huh? Why is that foolish official Lü Wenhuan still wearing court robes in his own home?" Huang Rong wondered, but she was even more curious about the concubine dressed in her own clothes, who was holding a green bamboo stick. From a distance, she did indeed resemble Huang Rong by about five or six points.
The concubine stepped forward, pointed the bamboo stick at Lü Wenhuan, and shouted, "You dog of an official!
The Mongol army is approaching, and you're still enjoying yourself here! Outrageous!!" Her words and expression were extremely fierce, and her words were exactly the same as those she had said when Guo Jing and Huang Rong first arrived in Xiangyang and forced Lü Wenhuan to hand over his military power.
Huang Rong was greatly surprised: Huh? What? Now even Lü's concubine is so righteous?
But then she saw Lü Wenhuan sneer, "How dare a lowly commoner be so arrogant in front of me? Let me teach you a lesson!" With that, he stood up and walked towards Huang Rong, who was dressed as a concubine.
The concubine let out a soft cry and limply swung the bamboo stick, as if to strike forward.
Such a light movement naturally couldn't affect the obese Lü Wenhuan in the slightest. He simply slapped the stick away and then kicked the concubine to the ground.
The concubine let out a charming "Ah!" and tried to turn her head, but Lü Wenhuan hissed, "Don't turn your head! How can your face compare to Huang Rong's? Don't spoil my mood!" Having intended to turn her face to please her master, she received such a reprimand and quickly turned her head away, pretending to groan on the ground.
The woman was quite slender, and lying on her side on the ground, her curves were indeed fully displayed. Knowing Lü Wenhuan's deep longing for Huang Rong, she cried out in a sweet voice, "Ah! Rong'er can't stand up, Lord Lü, please let me go!" Lü Wenhuan, initially displeased that the concubine's appearance had ruined the atmosphere, immediately brightened upon hearing the soft, seductive voice utter the word "Rong'er." He kicked her hard again, shouting,
"Huang Rong, you wicked woman, how dare you be so insolent before me! See how I deal with you!" The woman on the ground, intending to please her master, had deliberately raised her buttocks to arouse his desire, but unknowingly placed her most vulnerable and sensitive area under his feet.
Lü Wenhuan's kick landed squarely on the concubine's vulva, causing her to scream in agony, clutching her genitals and trembling uncontrollably. Even at this moment, she still didn't forget to pretend to be Huang Rong, crying out intermittently, "Ah... I... it hurts so much, Rong'er! It hurts so much! Lord Lü, please spare me! Rong'er will give you anything, please don't hit me anymore!!" Lü Wenhuan was so excited that his face turned red, and his voice almost changed as he shouted, "Huang Rong, as the leader of the Beggars' Sect, the daughter of the Peach Blossom Island Master, and the wife of Guo Jing, what right do I have to spare you!?" Although the concubine was in excruciating pain in her lower body, she still tried her best to say in a charming voice, "I... oh... although Rong'er is the leader of the Beggars' Sect, she is just a commoner, how can she be compared to you, sir. Sir, please do Rong'er!

Rong'er gives you her body, let you do it to her until you're completely worn out!" As she spoke, she tried her best to stick her buttocks up, put on a doggy-style position on the ground, and reached out to lift up her skirt, revealing her white buttocks that were not wearing anything underneath.
Lu Wenhuan roared, "Today I will fuck you, you lawless slut, to pieces!" He then pounced on the woman on the ground… Leaving aside Lu Wenhuan's actions, Huang Rong, who was peeking from the rooftop, was initially confused, then realized they were imitating her flirting, which she found quite amusing. But when the concubine, after being kicked, cried out for Lord Lu to fuck her to death, Huang Rong's heart skipped a beat. Although she knew it was all an act, she felt only a hint of anger, but mostly curiosity—even anticipation.
The concubine's dog-like posture, with her buttocks raised, also seemed quite novel to Huang Rong.
In fact, in the only four times she had marital relations since her marriage, she had always lay flat on the bed with her legs spread wide, and Guo Jing had entered her from the front.
Traditional methods weren't inherently boring, but Guo Jing's martial arts training from childhood emphasized meticulousness and avoiding any unconventional approaches. Therefore, his rhythm and force were completely identical—like the seamless coordination and unity of a master's movements before a duel. However
, this was detrimental to their intimate relationship. Once, Huang Rong felt an unbearable tingling and itching sensation inside her vagina from Guo Jing's friction, and couldn't help but raise her hips to allow him to penetrate deeper. However, this slight change made Guo Jing very uncomfortable, and he finished quickly.
At this moment, he saw Lü Wenhuan riding on his concubine, thrusting into her from behind. The woman's white buttocks swayed back and forth with the man's dark penis, creating a stark contrast. The concubine cried out, "Rong'er is dying... Lord Lü, you're making Rong'er feel so good... Rong'er is soaking wet...!" Lü Wenhuan, while having sex with the woman beneath him, greedily inhaled the scent of Huang Rong's clothes, fantasizing that the real Huang Rong was helplessly spreading her legs beneath him, letting him have his way. He couldn't help but exclaim, "Oh... Huang Rong, you slut! I'm going to fuck you to death, you number one beauty!! I'll send troops to deal with you two tomorrow, I'm going to rape you in public..." Huang Rong, lying on the roof, felt her heart pounding like a donkey's. She never imagined that peeping at someone else's sexual intercourse would elicit such a strong reaction.
At this moment, she felt not only her legs were weak and sore, but also hot fluid flowing from between her legs, seemingly soaking even her fur trousers.
In her utter confusion, she unconsciously mimicked the concubine's posture, lying prone on the roof and arching her shapely buttocks. Each thrust of Lü Wenhuan felt like a real impact, sending shivers down her spine. She couldn't resist reaching down to her lower body, slowly inserting a finger into her already soaked vulva beneath her skirt… The strange sensation of the finger entering her caused Huang Rong to let out a soft moan. Her body tensed uncontrollably, but a long-lost pleasure then spread throughout her body, rendering her unable to think or stop her finger's movements. As if possessed, she began to move in rhythm with Lü Wenhuan's thrusts from the room below.
If Lü Wenhuan were skilled in martial arts, he would have already heard Huang Rong's low moans and slight trembling from the rooftop. However, this civil official was currently focused entirely on the concubine disguised as Huang Rong, thrusting frantically, completely unaware that the real Huang Rong was on the rooftop, her legs spread wide, exposing her vulva… Huang Rong's breathing grew increasingly rapid. She closed her eyes, solely savoring the pleasure of being penetrated, but her mind wasn't just filled with Guo Jing, nor just Lü Wenhuan. At this moment, she thought of Ouyang Ke, Yang Kang, the Western Poison, and even Master Yideng, who had healed her wounds years ago—the first time in her life she had been completely naked before another man… And at this moment, all sorts of thoughts flooded her mind: If Ouyang Ke had caught me back then, would he have made me lie on the ground with my ass sticking up for him to fuck me? Oh, and Yang Kang, I wonder if he was imagining fucking me when he was fucking Sister Mu… Oh, what if they had caught me in Niujia Village that time, would they have both come and fucked me together? Oh, why am I thinking like this? What's wrong with me? "Oh my god, if I get caught by the Mongols, those stinky Mongols will line up to bully me! How can I stand it!" Oh—an uncontrollable stream of erotic thoughts flooded Huang Rong's mind in an instant, making her uncontrollably open her vulva completely, inserting both fingers and stirring them rapidly. The immense fullness in her lower body sent a jolt of pleasure through her, making her completely forget that she was spying on someone. She raised her round, perky buttocks and shook them vigorously.
In that instant, Huang Rong felt as if all the men she had ever seen were lewdly pounding her vulva from behind with their thick, long penises. She felt a strange pleasure that made her whole body burn unbearably. Without even touching them, she could feel her nipples hard and swollen, rubbing uncomfortably against her clothes. Her vaginal fluids gushed out, and she could feel the fluids flowing down her thighs. Each time her fingers were withdrawn, a "plop" sound made her feel both shy and excited.
Finally, Huang Rong felt a shiver run through her body, an intense pleasure spreading from her lower body. Everything else seemed to disappear. She couldn't help but moan loudly, "Oh! Oh!" followed by a scream of both pleasure and pain. A large amount of fluid gushed from her genitals, and she collapsed limply on the rooftop. Huang Rong couldn't be with anyone? That was impossible. In the martial arts world, it was a dog-eat-dog world. Even a master who had roamed the martial arts world for decades couldn't avoid being killed, let alone a peerless beauty like Huang Rong. People were always after her; how could she not be raped? How could she not be gang-raped?!
However, Huang Rong could be with Tuolei, with Lü Wende, with Yang Guo, but to make her submit to these men was not Huang Rong. She could be lewd, she could be wanton, she could sell herself, she could seduce others, but Huang Rong was Huang Rong. These were things she could do as she pleased, and no one could force her to do what she didn't like.

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