The nightmare returned.

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Nightmare. Nightmare. Nightmare. If death was the only escape from the relentless nightmares, Yang Mingxue had no choice but to endure it.
Tang An and Yan Lan returned to Hangzhou with her child. Yang Mingxue seemed to have regained her freedom, but that wasn't the case. After more than a month of recuperation, her spirits had recovered, and she couldn't resist going to Hangzhou to visit her daughter. Although she got her wish, that night Tang An indulged his lust, ejaculating four times while holding her snow-white body. The last time was in the next room while Yan Lan was asleep, leaving Yang Mingxue feeling utterly ashamed. Afterwards, she felt weak in the waist and legs, and after only a few steps, she collapsed into Tang An's arms again.
"Don't linger like that. If you still want to be fucked, just say so," Tang An whispered deliberately, kneading her breasts and laughing, "Why don't you stay a few more days next time you come, and I'll find a chance to fuck you all day?" Yang Mingxue was both ashamed and angry, and struggled to break free from his embrace.
If it weren't for her concern for her daughter, Yang Mingxue would never have willingly offered herself up to Tang An's humiliation... Although each time ended in utter shame, she still frequently walked into his trap, all for the sake of watching her daughter grow up. Even when Ruyu Peak was busy with its affairs, she would always come to stay for a few days every two or three months. It wasn't until her daughter turned one year old that Yang Mingxue gradually visited Hangzhou less often, partly because she felt more at ease, and partly because she wanted to properly rebuild Ruyu Peak.
After the destruction of one altar at Huawai Cave, Yang Mingxue, who had been missing for a long time, suddenly reappeared in the martial world. Naturally, this sparked speculation, and soon rumors began to circulate that after Ruyu Peak was destroyed, the female warriors endured humiliation and finally turned the tables to wipe out the evil cult's branch. However, this "enduring humiliation" had a hidden meaning for the women. Although various martial arts figures still treated Yang Mingxue with great respect when they met, they often intentionally or unintentionally sized up her alluring figure, the implication of which was self-evident.
Besides Yang Mingxue, the other four junior sisters were treated the same way, naturally reminding them of their unbearable experiences. As a result, Fang Yingyue left without saying goodbye, Qin Yan and Xiao Shao returned home, leaving only the third junior sister, Ye Yunxiu, silently behind. Although helpless, Yang Mingxue could only try her best to comfort her junior sisters. The two recalled several young disciples, all girls who had escaped the calamity during the great crisis, and they continued their lives of cultivating their minds and practicing martial arts.
However, this alone was not enough to maintain the prestige of Ruyu Peak. Yang Mingxue soon discovered the problem lay with herself: her martial arts had deteriorated.
Since being raped by Tang An, her internal energy and swordsmanship cultivation had clearly stagnated, which was bad enough. After becoming pregnant, she feigned seclusion to indulge in Tang An's debauchery, further worsening her martial arts. Worst of all, after being captured by Mu Zangchun, she was forced to take medicine daily, and the evil properties of the "River Chariot Creation Formula" damaged her true essence, causing profound harm. For a long time, she suffered from qi deficiency and blood turbidity. Although the effects of the medicine wore off after childbirth, the long-term consequences were endless. Now, her internal strength has been reduced by more than half, and her swordsmanship has been greatly diminished. If she were to fight, she fears she wouldn't even be able to defeat Yan Lan, who had just arrived at Ruyu Peak.
Without a master to guard it, how could Ruyu Peak, composed entirely of women, withstand the covetous eyes of the lecherous scoundrels of the martial world?
Yang Mingxue understood the seriousness of this situation. Therefore, after confirming that everything within the sect was settled and that her daughter was safe and sound under Yan Lan's care, she devoted herself to rigorous training, hoping to heal her old ailments and regain her strength as soon as possible.
Internal energy cultivation is a skill that requires years of accumulated effort, not something that can be achieved overnight. Knowing her martial arts skills would be difficult to regain within a few years, Yang Mingxue was extremely cautious when traveling the martial world, avoiding any rash exchanges to prevent revealing her decline and attracting the attention of villains. In contrast, her junior sister Ye Yunxiu's martial arts were remarkably impressive. Yang Mingxue highly valued this last surviving member of the sect and personally instructed her in the essence of their unique techniques. Within two or three years, Ye Yunxiu's skills had become comparable to her former senior sister. The cult members who had gang-raped the women of Ruyu Peak had all perished during Tang An's massacre, leaving no one in the martial world to spread rumors about Ye Yunxiu. Thus, this young heroine rose to prominence and became the pillar of Ruyu Peak's reputation.
Yang Mingxue, concerned for the overall situation of Ruyu Peak, was unconcerned about Ye Yunxiu's growing prowess and even welcomed it, entrusting all affairs of Ruyu Peak to her junior sister. Others assumed Yang Mingxue was urging her junior sister to grow up quickly because of the great calamity that had befallen their sect, but they were unaware of her own hidden motives. If Ye Yunxiu wasn't familiar with sect affairs sooner, who would manage the affairs of Ruyu Peak while she was away visiting her daughter and pleasing Tang An?
Ye Yunxiu did not disappoint her senior sister's expectations. This gentle and reserved girl was far stronger than Yang Mingxue had imagined. Her calm, serene eyes held no trace of gloom; the days of imprisonment and torment in the Outer Heaven seemed like mere illusions. Her swordsmanship and reputation quickly earned her respect in the martial world, just like Yang Mingxue had in the past. The number of disciples under Ruyu Peak increased daily, and Yang and Ye were busy teaching them foundational skills. Unbeknownst to them, Ruyu Peak gradually regained its former glory. Spring turned to autumn, flowers bloomed and faded, the unbearable years gradually receded, and the swords of the Ruyu Peak heroines slowly regained their brilliance, radiating light.
In the blink of an eye, another seven years passed. As dawn broke, the thatched gate on Ruyu Peak opened slightly, and a pair of quiet steps stepped out of the small hut. Her long robe, white as snow in the dim light, was Yang Mingxue, leaving the mountain alone.
Her daughter should be ten years old by now. During the seven years she had been busy rebuilding her sect's reputation, Yang Mingxue had completely lost contact with Tang An and Yan Lan, and knew nothing about her daughter's situation. Although she had escaped Tang An's humiliation, she had also lost the opportunity to care for her daughter. Whenever she missed her, Yang Mingxue felt deeply guilty… Now, Ye Yunxiu was the leading female martial artist in Jiangnan, her reputation surpassing even her own in her youth; her disciples, after several years of training, were gradually showing their talent. All of this gave her the peace of mind to leave the mountain.
Her purpose in this journey was to bring her daughter back to Ruyu Peak. Yan Lan herself was a disciple of Ruyu Peak and should not object to her adopted daughter returning to the sect to learn martial arts. The only obstacle was Tang An—Yang Mingxue bit her cherry lips, her body unconsciously heating up, and quickened her pace as she ran down the mountain.
Tang An was, after all, the child's father, and he was also in a relationship with Yan Lan; she simply couldn't bring herself to kill him. Over the years, she had come to terms with things, knowing she absolutely couldn't bring herself to take Tang An's life. This time, she'd let him take advantage of her one more time, but she was determined to bring her daughter back. Once back at Ruyu Peak, no matter how cunning Tang An was, he wouldn't be able to harm her and her daughter again. What she relied on was her martial arts skills honed over many years… though not yet fully recovered.
In the past ten years, she had diligently practiced, and her swordsmanship was far more refined than before, but her bones and meridians had been severely damaged, and her internal energy was difficult to fully recover. Now, she excelled externally but internally; although she wasn't good at prolonged combat, and her fist and palm power was much weaker than before, she could still wield superb swordsmanship. Dealing with internal martial arts masters would be difficult, but she figured Tang An, having indulged in lust for so long, had no reason to have refined his internal energy. As long as she could force Tang An to stop his reckless advance, rescuing her daughter wouldn't be difficult.
However, there were unexpected dangers along the way, far beyond Yang Mingxue's expectations. The biggest problem was that she was traveling alone. Countless scoundrels had taken liberties with her along the way, a fact that Yang Mingxue found utterly unbelievable.
Ten years of relentless training hadn't restored her internal martial arts skills, but it had maintained her perfectly toned figure, her waist and legs smooth and supple. Even through her dress, her stunningly beautiful young woman's charm was undeniable—the most alluring time of her life, how could she not attract attention? Even walking the bustling streets, Yang Mingxue could feel the gazes swirling around her from the crowds, and people would occasionally brush against her dress, intentionally or unintentionally. Yang Mingxue could see these obvious lustful intentions even without her martial arts skills. Although she could silently avoid them, she couldn't stop the eyes from lingering on her, causing her immense distress.
In restaurants and teahouses, even more men approached her under various pretexts, including many from the martial arts world. Among them were many men who spoke lewdly. Even when she checked into the inn, a local ruffian, emboldened by his numbers, sneered at her, "Young lady, aren't you lonely staying at the inn alone? Why don't you save your money and stay with us brothers? You'll have plenty to do at night, won't you?"
After casually slapping out the teeth of these scoundrels, Yang Mingxue followed the waiter to her room, put down her bundle, and felt drowsy. The waiter, having witnessed her ability to slap people, was intimidated and treated her with utmost respect. Before leaving the room, however, Yang Mingxue noticed his furtive glance at her chest. Feeling annoyed, she thought to herself, "It's been years since I've traveled alone, and the world has changed so much! Why are all the men I see lecherous?"
That night, she slept fitfully and restlessly. Around midnight, Yang Mingxue suddenly felt a tingling sensation in her chest. When she awoke, everything was pitch black, as if a black cloth had been drawn over her eyes. In her dazed state, she felt her clothes had been ripped open, and someone was straddling her, their rough hands furtively kneading her exposed, round breasts. She could even hear their rapid breathing.
Yang Mingxue was filled with shame and anger. She had just managed to shout, "Who's there!" and was about to strike when suddenly there was a loud bang
as the bed shook. She couldn't lift her hands; they were bound to the foot of the bed with ropes, all four limbs tied together.
The man who had sneaked into the room seemed startled and quickly jumped off the bed, pinching Yang Mingxue's thigh before leaving. When Yang Mingxue finally managed to break free of the ropes and remove the black cloth, the room was empty. Touching her chest, she saw a thick layer of semen clinging to her ample breasts, with some also staining her neck and chin. She could picture the man's face as he used her soft breasts to manipulate his penis, ejaculating with pleasure. By the time Yang Mingxue awoke, he was already savoring the afterglow.
Enraged, Yang Mingxue pulled out a handkerchief and, suppressing her nausea, wiped the stains from her body. She grabbed her sword and searched the inn, but found no one else awake. With no way to investigate, Yang Mingxue could only retreat to her room, thinking that someone had sneaked into her room and taken liberties with her, without even seeing the perpetrator's face. She also thought that the person who had blindfolded and bound her had done so clumsily, and then even fled in a panic, was definitely not a seasoned lecher, and might not even know martial arts. She, the mistress of Ruyu Peak, had been defiled by such an unknown person—a truly humiliating disgrace. The more she thought about it, the angrier she became. But recalling how she had been completely unaware of the attack in her sleep, she couldn't help but feel a chill run down her spine: "I never imagined my internal energy would be so severely damaged, and my senses so much less sharp than before. How could I not have noticed someone pouncing on me?" She thought to herself, "This time it was just a groping of my breasts. What if the person who broke into my room intended to rape me? Wouldn't I be forced to lose my virginity again?
" That night, Yang Mingxue dared not sleep. She sat upright in her room practicing her internal energy until dawn. As she left the inn, she noticed that the waiter from the previous day was much more subdued. Although she was suspicious, she was too ashamed to pursue the matter. She thought, "Even if it was this person, he probably doesn't know I'm Yang Mingxue from Ruyu Peak. It won't damage the reputation of my sect. Considering he's not a member of the martial arts world, I'll let him go for now."
From then on, Yang Mingxue was extremely cautious when choosing an inn, never falling asleep and always on guard. Despite this, no shortage of men tried to take advantage of her along the way. On one occasion, someone broke into her room, but this time she forced them out with her sword. Yang Mingxue was utterly exasperated, unable to understand why she, no longer a young woman, was encountering even more lecherous men than when she first entered the profession. She never considered that after enduring the prolonged humiliation at the hands of Tang An and Mu Zangchun, she had lost her pristine, heroic spirit, but gained an alluring charm. To outsiders, Yang Mingxue didn't resemble a skilled martial arts heroine at all; she was simply a lonely, alluring young woman, someone anyone could easily devour. Naturally, lecherous men rushed to her side, hoping to assault her.
After enduring numerous obstacles along the way, it was over a month later when she arrived in Hangzhou, in late spring. Yang Mingxue found Tang An's former residence, but a hunched old woman answered the door. When asked about the whereabouts of Tang An's family, the old woman pointed to the next street and said, "You must be asking about Master Tang's residence. Turn at this street corner, the one with the tallest gate is it."
Yang Mingxue thanked the old woman and followed her directions, walking across the street. The Tang residence she saw was a grand mansion with high eaves and heavy ridges. The black lacquered gates with copper rings were tightly closed, and even without seeing the main hall, its opulent grandeur was undeniable. Yang Mingxue was surprised that Tang An would build such a large and secluded mansion. After a moment of stunned silence, she stepped closer. Before she could even knock, the two large gates slowly opened, and one of the several maids in green rushed out, whispering, "Master has ordered us to welcome Miss Yang. He will be back soon; please wait in the hall."
Upon seeing such a grand display, Yang Mingxue almost thought she had come to the wrong house. However, since the maid addressed her as "Miss Yang," she was clearly acting on Tang An's orders, so there was no doubt about it. She entered calmly, listening to the door creak shut behind her, and thought to herself, "I haven't been to Hangzhou for seven years. How did Tang An expect me to come now? It seems that even though he hasn't bothered me all these years, he hasn't let me off the hook. He probably has spies planted all along. I must be careful now."
Yang Mingxue entered the hall, where a servant immediately served tea. The tea was emerald green, fragrant, and of the highest quality Lion Peak Longjing. Yang Mingxue didn't raise her cup, but asked the servant, "Is your mistress here? I came to see her, but it's alright if I don't see you… Master."
"Madam went boating on the lake with Mr. Tang, and Miss is not here either. If you don't wish to wait any longer, Miss, why don't you come to my humble abode for a chat?"
The speaker's voice was clear and tender, like a young girl's, a voice Yang Mingxue knew very well. Yang Mingxue turned around in surprise, exclaiming, "Miss Li... Miss Li!"
Emerging from behind the screen was Li Ningzhen, dressed in Taoist robes. Her hair adorned with jade hairpins, her green robe and black shoes were just as they had been years ago. Her delicate face remained as youthful as ever, her figure slender, her steps light and graceful, as if she were still that beautiful seventeen or eighteen-year-old girl.
She waved her sleeves to dismiss those around her, her gaze turning back with a wry smile, and said softly, "Sister Mingxue, it's been seven years! No, you must have not seen me for ten years, right?"
Yang Mingxue nodded unconsciously, recalling the first three years after her daughter's birth, she indeed hadn't seen Li Ningzhen at the old Tang family home. At the time, she hadn't thought much of it; after all, to Yanlan, Tang An and Li Ningzhen were completely unrelated. This current situation, however, was strange. “Miss Li, why… are you here?”
Li Ningzhen smiled helplessly and said in a low voice, “My master told me to come out, so I came out. Now I am a tutor hired by the Tang family, responsible for supervising the young lady’s daily studies and teaching the master the ways of alchemy and health preservation.” Yang Mingxue was speechless for a long time before saying, “Then, my junior sister Yan… did Alan let you stay here?” Li Ningzhen smiled and said, “She is very good to me. Your junior sister feels that I was driven away by her husband on Ruyu Peak back then, and left without saying goodbye. I didn’t get help from you to deal with Huawai Cave, which led to the destruction of Taixia Temple. She has been very concerned about it ever since. Now when I call her Sister Lan, she calls me Sister Li. It would be strange if others saw it!”
Although Yang Mingxue had not yet met her junior sister, she imagined that she must already be a young woman. Li Ningzhen was only one year older than Yan Lan, so how could she look so young? This really puzzled her. She guessed that it couldn’t be the effect of the internal energy of the Taoist sect. Li Ningzhen said softly, "Let's go inside and talk slowly. While the master is away, you can ask as many questions as you like." Yang Mingxue nodded in agreement and followed her inside.
The Tang mansion was spacious and deep. The two women walked through several corridors and arrived at a small pavilion in the west wing, which was Li Ningzhen's usual residence. Yang Mingxue followed her into the pavilion and immediately smelled a fragrant incense. A whisk and a sword hung on the wall, and curtains and bed curtains were set up nearby, creating a rather ethereal atmosphere, truly reminiscent of a Taoist sect. Li Ningzhen was treated so well even while staying here, which showed that Tang An's family fortune was indeed not what it used to be.
Li Ningzhen sat down on the edge of the bed and beckoned with a smile, "Sister Mingxue, sit here." Yang Mingxue hesitated slightly, then sat down beside her and said, "Even your room is furnished like this, where did Tang An get such wealth?"
Li Ningzhen smiled and said, "While you were busy teaching at Ruyu Peak, he started a pawnshop. He has several in Hangzhou." Yang Mingxue said, "Even opening a pawnshop requires capital." Li Ningzhen was silent for a moment, then said softly, "He killed his senior brother." "Jiang Zixiang was never a good person, you know that... The master seized his private property, so he had capital. This garden was bought by him and a down-on-his-luck landlord." "Jiang Zixiang was the lecherous thief who tried to assault Yanlan back then, but Tang An fought back with his life. Although he was infamous, his martial arts skills were extremely high. Yang Mingxue had once thought of eliminating this villain, but she was not confident of victory." Hearing that he had already been executed, Yang Mingxue was startled and said, "Tang An's martial arts have improved so much that he could kill him?" Li Ningzhen shook her head and whispered, "No. He took me there, pretending to apologize to his senior brother and forgive him. Jiang Zixiang didn't know I was... a prostitute... When he came with me, he wasn't paying attention... and my master succeeded. However, I was the one who struck him first."
Yang Mingxue frowned, feeling quite uneasy. If what Li Ningzhen said was true, Tang An's martial arts progress in the past seven years might not have been remarkable, but his ruthlessness was far greater than before. He killed his senior brother not only for money but also to resolve a long-standing problem. However, what worried her even more was Li Ningzhen.
"You listen to him quite a bit, don't you?"
“Yes.” Li Ningzhen didn’t deny it, and said softly, “Sister Mingxue, I’m not like you. You were able to revive our sect, but I can’t. My body… I don’t need to tell you anymore, do I? Look, haven’t I changed much since ten years ago?
It’s because I became a virgin. If I had sex with men every day, I might never grow old and would be played with by men forever. In short… I’m beyond saving. So I have no choice but to obey, because it was my master who defiled me, and if he was willing to have sex with me, it would be worth more than several other men…” “Enough.” Yang Mingxue couldn’t bear to listen anymore and interrupted her directly: “I came here today for only one thing, which is to take my daughter back. We can talk about other things later. Zhen’er… how is she?”
She hadn’t called her daughter’s name for a long time. She spoke softly at this moment, her tone trembling slightly, but she couldn’t hide her concern. Li Ningzhen smiled slightly and said, "You mean our young lady, right? Lan-mei dotes on her very much, and I'm afraid she won't let you take her away. Especially since Lan-mei hasn't been able to conceive since her miscarriage, she's been even more protective of the young lady..."
Yang Mingxue exclaimed in surprise, "Miscarriage? Lan-mei... when did that happen?" Li Ningzhen said, "Don't you know? Ah, she probably didn't mention it. It happened when Zhen'er was five or six months old. From the time she realized she was pregnant to the miscarriage, it was only a short ten days. You weren't here then, so I only found out afterward. At that time, the master was very gloomy, and Lan-mei was also very heartbroken. After that, she treated the young lady almost like her own daughter, even closer than before."
Hearing that her junior sister had unfortunately miscarried, Yang Mingxue was naturally saddened, but she was also even more worried: In this case, would Yan Lan still agree to let her daughter return to Ruyu Peak with her? If Yan Lan couldn't bear to be separated from her daughter, could she bear to force her daughter to leave? No, whether her daughter was willing to go with her was still a question, and worrying about Yan Lan's thoughts was premature.
Since the situation was more complicated than expected, it was time to consider the simplest approach. Yang Mingxue resolutely stood up and said, "I have to go." Li Ningzhen asked in surprise, "Oh, aren't you waiting for Master and the others to return?" Yang Mingxue shook her head and said, "If I wait for Tang An to return, I'm afraid I won't be able to leave. Are they touring West Lake? I'll go directly to them and take Zhen'er away on the spot."
"I won't allow it,"
Li Ningzhen gently stopped her, causing Yang Mingxue to turn around in astonishment. Li Ningzhen slowly stood up, her delicate hands gently resting on Yang Mingxue's shoulders. She said softly with a smile, "Sister Mingxue, have you forgotten? Tang An is my master.
He wants me to keep you here, so I can't let you leave." Yang Mingxue looked at her seriously and said softly, "I never intended to fight you." Li Ningzhen still smiled easily and said, "It's best not to fight. I don't want to hurt you either. Good sister, please don't act rashly. You... are no match for me now." Yang Mingxue gently pushed her hands away and whispered, "That's hard to say." As soon as she finished speaking, she placed her hand on the hilt of her sword, poised to strike. Although her internal energy was currently limited, her swordsmanship alone was enough to unleash a fierce attack that Li Ningzhen had to dodge in the blink of an eye, ensuring she wouldn't be trapped. However, when she tried to clench her fist, she immediately realized something was wrong. This had nothing to do with the level of internal strength; it was purely an abnormality in the muscles and bones. Although her fingers could grip the hilt of the sword, she couldn't muster the swiftness and power to draw it and strike. At most, she could only slowly drag the blade out of its sheath, let alone use it to subdue an enemy. This wasn't weakness, but "stagnation," a symptom of imbalanced internal energy and disordered blood circulation.
Yang Mingxue glanced at the fragrant bronze beast on the wooden table, and her gaze back at Li Ningzhen was particularly frightening. Li Ningzhen said softly, "Sister Mingxue, I don't want to hurt you, so I had to borrow some sleeping incense from the master. You must want the antidote, right? Unfortunately, I've already taken all the ones the master gave me, so there's nothing left. This 'Evening Remnant Fragrance' specifically steals a woman's strength, and its effects will dissipate after three days. Until then, you'd better stay here obediently..."
With a "whoosh," Yang Mingxue unsheathed her sword with her left hand and flicked her right sleeve, suddenly throwing the sword. Although the tip of the sword didn't aim at Li Ningzhen's vital points, its fierce momentum already made her breath catch in her throat. Li Ningzhen quickly rolled up her sleeves, effortlessly deflecting the incoming sword strike. She deftly grasped the sword in her hand, while Yang Mingxue seized the opportunity to dart towards the door. Li Ningzhen casually discarded her sword, flashing to block the doorway, and laughed, "You can't escape!" Yang Mingxue suddenly raised her palm, unleashing the "Star River Palm," a
signature move of Yufeng, flowing like a waterfall, relentlessly. Li Ningzhen easily parried, but then unleashed the "Crimson Cloud True Fire," a direct descendant of the Taixia Temple. With her inner strength, she dismantled Yang Mingxue's attack on the seventh move, immediately forcing her back into the room.
Yang Mingxue, panting heavily, knew that in a contest of internal strength, she was no match for Li Ningzhen. Having already exchanged several blows, her blood and qi were circulating rapidly, and the intoxicating fragrance had spread throughout her body. Unable to resist any longer, she gritted her teeth and said, "Miss Li, can't you help me this time?" Li Ningzhen said softly, "No. When I was turned into a lustful fetus, who helped me? I remember asking you that, and you said, 'I can't even save myself, how can I save you?' You haven't forgotten, have you?"
Yang Mingxue was stunned, unable to answer for a moment. A smile appeared on Li Ningzhen's face, a smile that hid an emotion that terrified her: "So, I won't save you either. Sister Mingxue, you... can't escape."
"Father, Mother, I want a little sister too..."
Throughout the day's sightseeing on West Lake, a spoiled, pleading voice echoed on the pleasure boat. The young woman in palace attire, leaning against the boat railing, tried to soothe her beloved daughter, but to no avail. Helpless, she smiled and said to the side, "Husband, I'm at my wit's end! Go and find a little girl to be her sister."
"You'll let me go? Then I'll go. I think that little girl on that boat is quite pretty, how about her?"
The woman followed his gaze and saw a beautiful young woman sitting at the bow of the boat not far away. She was slender and charming, but several years older than the restless little girl in her arms. She couldn't help but give her husband a playful tap, scolding, "If you dare to do anything reckless, you won't be allowed in the room tonight! Who asked you to find a grown woman?"
The teasing between her parents couldn't distract the little girl; she still wanted a sister. Since she was old enough to understand, she had never had a playmate of the same age in the Tang family courtyard. Although her parents doted on her and her tutor, the Taoist priest Li, was kind and gentle, the little girl couldn't sleep at night, her large room feeling strangely lonely.
She learned from "Taoist Priest Li" that her mother had suffered a miscarriage. Though her young mind didn't fully grasp the details, she knew she once had a younger brother or sister who had tragically never been born. People said her father, Tang An, was a wealthy merchant from Suzhou and Hangzhou; her mother, Yan Lan, came from a prestigious family and was highly skilled in martial arts; even the Taoist priest Li Ningzhen, whom they had hired, was like a fairy. Their family background was extraordinary. But why couldn't she have a sister?
She had asked her mother before if she could have a sister. At that time, Yan Lan smiled and said, "Why don't you want a brother, only a sister?" The little girl innocently replied, "If I had a brother, he wouldn't be able to wear my clothes, how pitiful that would be!" She probably thought girls' clothes were more beautiful than boys'. Yanlan smiled and shook her head, saying softly, "Having a good child like you makes me content! It seems there's a reason why Heaven wouldn't grant me another child."
At that time, the little girl hadn't yet grasped the regret in her mother's words.
That day, she accompanied her parents to West Lake and saw many children of similar age. Her desire for a younger sister resurfaced, and she couldn't help but start fussing. Eventually, the fuss turned into a playful argument between her parents. Knowing that further nagging was futile, and feeling disappointed, she suddenly heard her father say in a low voice, "Our young lady wants a younger sister, so as her parents, we can only do our best." Yanlan spat, pushing away his arms that were around her, and said sternly, "How can you be so shameless in front of a child… Hey, I'm telling you, you can't…"
In that instant, the atmosphere between her parents made the little girl feel very uncomfortable. She watched as her father reached under her mother's red silk blouse, seemingly touching something on her body. Her mother's face flushed red, her hazy eyes unreadable, as she uttered a soft, coquettish complaint: "You...you should stop! In broad daylight...ah, you're still doing this...um, um...wait, let's...let's go inside first...Zhen'er, go play outside...no, you can't come in, you know? Ah, ah...husband, slow down...ah ah..." Then her parents slipped into the cabin. Zhen'er stared blankly as the bamboo curtain outside the cabin closed, bewildered, but she heard her mother's sweet voice and a series of slightly sticky, crackling sounds coming from inside. Zhen'er secretly crept forward, peeking through the gap in the curtain.
Her mother's skirt was pulled up to her waist, her plump legs wrapped around her father's waist, and she was groaning with her head bowed as she held the man in her arms. Her disheveled hair made her back look exceptionally delicate. Her father
, however, had removed his outer robe, and his lower body, slightly lowered, was tightly joined with the young woman's body, unleashing a series of fierce thrusts. Even Zhen'er, who knew nothing of love between men and women, felt the invasion and was dumbfounded. Inadvertently, Zhen'er realized that her legs were pressed tightly together, and a tingling sensation spread under her crepe skirt. She couldn't help but rub the small mound between her legs through the skirt, feeling as if she needed to urinate, but it wasn't quite the same. Suddenly, her father in the cabin looked up, his eyes staring directly at the cabin door. At that time, the daylight was bright, and the curtain could not hide the shadow pressed against the outside. Zhen'er was caught red-handed and quickly ran away, but then she heard her mother in the cabin scream, as if she had been stimulated in a sensitive area, and her voice suddenly became indistinct.
Zhen'er dared not peek any longer. She quietly jumped ashore and found a patch of grass to relieve herself, but after squatting for a while, she couldn't urinate. She reached out and touched it, feeling a wet patch. She was utterly confused, not knowing what was happening.
The first time she had peeked at her parents naked and entwined was when she was seven years old. At that time, Zhen'er felt a little strange, but she ran away after watching and didn't think much of it. In the past few years, she had peeked through the crack in the door a few more times. Although she couldn't figure it out, she always felt a strange sense of shame, and her body seemed to react as well. She often felt a soreness in her lower body, but she dared not tell her parents.
She didn't realize that her body was gradually developing, and although her vulva was still small, it could already faithfully reflect her body's arousal. She remembered the look in her father's eyes when he looked up and discovered her, and suddenly felt a surge of tension. She let out a soft moan, and a small, clear stream of fluid flowed from her tender vulva. Zhen'er let out a soft sigh of relief, feeling unusually relaxed after urinating, yet vaguely uneasy. She didn't know that her urine contained a trace of vaginal fluid, evidence that she was gradually becoming able to experience sexual intercourse.
When Zhen'er returned to the pleasure boat, her parents had already finished and were looking around on the deck. Zhen'er ran forward, looked up and said, "Father, Mother, I..." Before she could finish three words, Yan Lan bent down and pinched her little face, laughing affectionately, "You little rascal, you're not allowed to peek anymore!" Zhen'er touched her pinched cheek and nodded without thinking, but said, "I won't look anymore. Mother, have you given birth to your little sister yet?"
Yan Lan blushed and pinched her other cheek, laughing, "How could it be so fast? You child!" Zhen'er held her face in her hands, her watery eyes looking like she was about to cry, and pouted, "Mother, you pinched me again... Humph, how long does it take?"
Tang An patted Zhen'er's head and laughed, "Giving birth takes ten months of pregnancy, how can it be done so quickly? It's a pity you only have one mother, if you had more, it would be faster..." Yan Lan pinched him and scolded, "You really deserve to be scolded!"
Although Tang An was just teasing her, Zhen'er felt uneasy, even the big hand on her head seemed to have some ill intentions. Perhaps it was her own guilty conscience, but she felt there was something strange about the way her father glanced at her. But she quickly realized it wasn't: that look was familiar, unchanged from before. The real difference lay in her interpretation of that look—this was the first time she had noticed the hunger and desire in her father's eyes, though she didn't yet understand the dangerous undercurrent within them.
3. By the time they returned to the Tang residence, the moon was high in the sky. After bathing and changing, Yan Lan was about to retire for the night when she saw Tang An in a long robe. Yan Lan said, "You've been boating on the lake all day, aren't you tired? Are you still going to practice your skills?" Tang An smiled, "I still need to practice. You rest first, I'll come later." Yan Lan smiled gently and said softly, "We've already done it today, don't come again, I can't take it."
Since their marriage, every few days, Tang An would practice his skills late into the night, saying it was necessary for practicing the "Netherworld Skill" passed down by his master, sometimes even staying up all night. Yan Lan knew that Tang An's internal energy cultivation was of a heterodox style, and some of its mysterious techniques were quite common, so she didn't pay much attention and quickly got used to it. However, she didn't know that when Tang An left his room, he wasn't always sitting quietly practicing in his small room. Most of the time, he was with Li Ningzhen, enjoying the service of her delicate, tender orifices.
But this night was different. Under the hazy moonlight, Tang An walked through the secluded garden and came to a corner in the northwest. Hidden among the branches and leaves was a small house by the water, far from the main house and the side rooms—the most secluded place in the Tang mansion.
This house was built when he bought the garden, and it already looked dilapidated then. It hadn't been repaired in years, and even the Tang mansion's servants who wanted to take a nap didn't come here. Yet, it was Tang An's favorite place. Even if there was noise day and night in this house, it was difficult to disturb the people in the mansion, allowing him to abuse Li Ningzhen without restraint until he was satisfied.
The light shining through the window had been waiting for Tang An's arrival. Tang An entered the room, and Li Ningzhen, dressed in a Taoist robe, immediately stepped forward to greet him. Her face was much more shy than usual, and she softly smiled, "Master, I've done everything you asked me to do." Tang An sneered, "Bullshit! What good are you, you slut, besides sleeping with people?" Ignoring Li Ningzhen's flushed cheeks, he went straight to the inner room door. Upon opening it, a provocative scene unfolded before him.
Inside, a young woman, adorned with jade hairpins and gold ornaments, her hair loosely styled, was dressed in a palace gown. Her curves, accentuated by the sheer fabric, were exquisite and full, and the embroidered gold-trimmed skirt clung to her chest, outlining her mature and voluptuous figure. However, despite being dressed in fine clothes, she was forced into a very humiliating posture: a long rope bound her wrists together, with the other end hanging from a beam, forcing her to raise her hands high, her upper body arched, her full breasts rising high, the length just enough for her to kneel on the ground. The awkward posture, neither standing nor kneeling, forced her to support her waist and flex her hips, making her graceful curves even more taut. Beads of sweat glistened on her exposed, snow-white arms, and her tightly pursed cherry lips suppressed soft moans… If Tang An hadn't personally experienced her pregnant, milk-drenched body, he truly wouldn't have believed she had given birth. He couldn't help but chuckle, “It's been years, and you're even more beautiful than before, sister. It's no wonder I've been thinking of you all this time.” Yang Mingxue glared at him hatefully and cursed, “Who asked you to think of me? Quickly… quickly let me go!”
Tang An said softly, “There's no need to rush. You've been on Ruyu Peak for so long; you must miss your daughter terribly, right?”
He gently stroked Yang Mingxue's cheek, a wicked smile on his face. Yang Mingxue's heart tightened, and she said, “Zhen'er… Zhen'er, she…”
"She's wonderful, chubby and fair-skinned, adorable and endearing, already a little beauty." Tang An said, smiling as he stroked her face down to her neck, then quietly reached for her chest, whispering, "It's just that she keeps asking for a little sister, but Alan can't have one. Sister Yang, this matter will have to fall on your shoulders. Sisters are always better off as blood relatives, right?"
Yang Mingxue's body trembled, desperately trying to avoid the fingers caressing her breasts, her voice trembling, "You...you can forget about it!"
Tang An laughed. "What, you won't have another child for me?" Yang Mingxue asked, her voice trembling with tears. "I never wanted to! It was you...it was you who forced me."
Tang An sighed, "If that's what you're saying, then I have no choice. But Sister Yang, you've misunderstood me.
Even if you were pregnant with my child again, it wouldn't be convenient for you to repeat your old tricks and go into seclusion for another year or two, would it?" Yang Mingxue sensed the ill intent in his tone and knew there was more to his words than met the eye. She kept her lips tightly shut and remained silent. Tang An continued, "So I've already made other arrangements. You don't need to hide away with your big belly anymore. Just prepare to take care of our little pregnant woman." Yang Mingxue was stunned. "Little pregnant woman? You...you mean Alan?"
Tang An grinned maliciously. "Of course not, she's our precious daughter. Since Zhen'er wants a little sister, why not let her give birth to one herself? Not only will her father be happy, but it will also spare her mother the pain of ten months of pregnancy, and it can be considered as her fulfilling her filial duty."
Yang Mingxue's mind went blank as if struck by lightning. When she came to her senses, she saw Tang An's wicked smile and suddenly cried out in a trembling voice, "No! You, you're crazy? Zhen'er...Zhen'er is your daughter..." Tang An laughed. "She's yours too. Zhen'er is ten years old now, and she already knows how to peek at me and Yanlan doing things. She must be able to handle it. I'm going to go and see if my daughter is as lewd as her mother...Ningzhen, I'll leave Sister Yang to you to play with for now. I'll deal with you two later."
Seeing Tang An turn to leave, Yang Mingxue was terrified and at a loss for what to do. Forgetting all shame, she cried out with a mournful face, "Don't go! Tang An...please, come back! I'll have your children, as many as you want...don't touch Zhen'er, please—"
Tang An glanced back and sneered, "As expected, the mother is more lewd. Fine, I'll plant a seed for you too. You'll both be pregnant with your daughter's!"
Yang Mingxue cried out in despair, struggling desperately, but her body was too weak to break free of her bonds. Li Ningzhen, seeing her pitiful expression, blushed slightly. Following her master's instructions, she lifted her Taoist robe and thrust the dildo between her legs towards Yang Mingxue... Tang An quietly left them behind, departing the small house, stepping into the night with a terrifying ecstasy, heading towards her daughter's boudoir.
The room, dimly lit by a small candle, reflected Zhen'er's sweetly sleeping face. Tang An simply turned on the light so he could see his daughter more clearly.
Zhen'er, like her mother, had an oval face, and at this young age, it looked even more rounded and adorable; she was already a beauty in the making even before she grew up. Although her big, bright eyes were closed in her sleep, her delicate eyelashes were still quite pretty, and even her sleeping face looked very lively.
It was a unique quality of a young girl, something that adult women could never hope for; it wasn't just a matter of innocence and purity, but rather a childlike innocence that manifested outwardly. When she grew up, this quality would transform into a different appearance—perhaps delicate, perhaps alluring, perhaps charming… However, at this moment, Zhen'er was still pure and innocent, and shouldn't have attracted any men's attention, but she couldn't escape Tang An's eyes.
Having been her father for ten years, Tang An had long since seen Zhen'er from head to toe. However, when he noticed that Zhen'er was starting to feel awkward when he hugged her, he was surprised to realize that this little girl had grown up and would blossom into a charming and beautiful young woman in a few years. At this moment, he began to plot against Zhen'er.
It wouldn't be difficult to have sex with Zhen'er. Unlike Yang Mingxue and Li Ningzhen, who were highly skilled in martial arts, she was just a ten-year-old girl; how could she resist the advances of an adult man? The problem was what to do afterward. Having grown accustomed to the mature bodies of Yanlan and Li Ningzhen, Tang An gradually sought new tricks, becoming increasingly interested in the young Zhen'er. He began to deliberately flirt with Yanlan in front of Zhen'er, stimulating her curiosity about matters between men and women, and even secretly touching Zhen'er's genitals under the guise of everyday embraces. He noticed that Zhen'er was becoming increasingly shy, even avoiding him somewhat; she was afraid—this was what excited Tang An the most.
Upon hearing the news that Yang Mingxue was coming to Hangzhou, he thought, "This woman hasn't come for seven years. This time, she's probably coming to recover her martial arts and take Zhen'er away." So he arranged for Li Ningzhen to deal with her, while he himself went on a trip with his wife and daughter. As expected, Yang Mingxue was caught off guard by Li Ningzhen and was caught again. Tang An decided to seize this opportunity to eliminate any future troubles and ensure that Yang Mingxue would never be able to disobey him again. The method was to make Zhen'er his plaything as well, thus cutting off Yang Mingxue's last hope of resistance.
Thinking of this, Tang An couldn't help but smile and immediately lifted Zhen'er's blanket. Zhen'er, fast asleep on the bed, was wearing a light red silk jacket and moon-white trimmed silk trousers. The little girl looked pink and tender, curled up like a kitten. Tang An gently pulled his daughter's small hand away, reached out and tore open the silk jacket, and lowered his head to lick the soft skin under her bodice. His hand then reached for the tie behind her neck and quietly untied it... When Zhen'er was awakened by her father's licking, she realized that her clothes were almost completely removed.
"Daddy... Daddy? What are you doing..."
Zhen'er opened her eyes wide in terror. Her previously confused mind immediately cleared, and she was shocked to find her father on her bed, no, on top of her. At this moment, Tang An was pulling down her pants, which were the only clothes she was wearing; even her socks had been removed.
Zhen'er was terrified and didn't even have time to resist. She timidly asked again, "Father?" "
Quiet down. Didn't Zhen'er want a little sister? Father will teach you how to give birth to a good little sister." Tang An smiled mischievously and pulled off her silk pants. Zhen'er quickly grabbed the small undergarment that was still beside her and hurriedly covered herself up. Her eyes were full of doubt, and she stammered, "A little sister... isn't it supposed to be born from Mother?"
Tang An laughed, "Silly Zhen'er, is your surname Tang or Yan?" Zhen'er said, "Tang!" Tang An said, "That's right. You are Father's daughter, so your surname is Tang. The daughter you give birth to for Father will also have the surname Tang. She's younger than you, so isn't she your little sister?"
Zhen'er sat blankly on the bed, vaguely feeling that something was wrong, but she couldn't quite put her finger on it. Tang An snatched the bodice again, tossed it aside, and pulled his daughter into his arms, stroking her delicate skin. He grinned maliciously, "You don't need to worry so much, just listen to your father. Zhen'er is the best, the most obedient to her parents, right?"
Being hugged and whispered in her father's ear was something Zhen'er was used to since childhood; but being held naked by her father was something she could never recall. Hearing Tang An's words, Zhen'er trembled inexplicably and pleaded in a low voice, "Father, I... I'll be good... but let me put on my clothes first..." Tang An laughed, "Little slut, what need do you have for clothes?"
As he spoke, Tang An had already begun to fondle his daughter's tender body, but he was becoming more and more astonished. Zhen'er was just ten years old. She could only be described as petite, but she had long, soft hair that reached her waist and felt like silk. Her tender little chest had only slight rises and falls, but it was surprisingly soft when pressed. Her little bottom was round and perky, and it was also very easy to pinch. At first glance, her young body seemed unremarkable, but once touched, it became irresistible… Tang An touched his daughter’s body, becoming increasingly excited and unable to contain himself, he couldn’t help but whisper, “Both mother and daughter are born sluts, absolutely irresistible!” Zhen’er’s face flushed, and she said, “Father, what did you say? I… I understand!” Tang An laughed, “It means you’re just like your mother, both craving men. You’re already this young, and when you grow up… hehe, I think you’ll be even more amazing than your mother.”
Zhen’er didn’t know that the “mother” Tang An was referring to was not Yan Lan, but her biological mother, Yang Mingxue, whom she was completely unfamiliar with. She was confused at this moment, but vaguely understood that her father was humiliating her. Her face flushed red, and she suddenly cried out, “Father, let me go, I don’t want you to hold me anymore!” Tang An sneered, “That won’t do, you’re only just beginning to have a baby!” He reached out and touched Zhen’er’s smooth and delicate lower body.
"Ah..."
Zhen'er let out an embarrassed groan, reacting to the slightest touch. Zhen'er was still too young; her vulva was just two thin labia, the smooth, white, tender mound of flesh glistening with moisture. Tang An pinched the labia and turned them back, revealing the moist, tender red opening. Seeing the delicate vulva, he couldn't help but laugh, "Look at your little slut's little vulva, it must be even tighter than Ningzhen's." Zhen'er was flustered by the touch, but her mind was clear. Hearing Li Ningzhen's name from her father's mouth, she was utterly astonished, thinking, "Could it be that Master Li is also helping Father have a younger sister?" Before she could ponder the implications, a sudden, intense stimulation in her lower body startled her, causing her to scream, "Ah! Father... Father, where are you touching... Ah, ah!"
It turned out that Tang An had followed the pink labia and was secretly pinching her clitoris. The caresses just now had already been a great stimulation to Zhen'er's body, and her young vulva was already erect, pointing upwards between her labia. Tang An, seeing this, was burning with lust and shouted, "I told you you were a little slut, and you were right! What kind of ten-year-old is so wanton?" As he spoke, his fingers continued to tease her clitoris, pushing and squeezing, causing Zhen'er's body to bounce repeatedly, and the fine hairs on her body stood on end. She burst into tears, "No, Daddy, it hurts so much... Waaah... Waaah..."
Although Zhen'er couldn't bear the stimulation and cried loudly, her clitoris swelled even more, as if jumping and trembling with her father's fingers, glistening with wet love juice. Seeing that the time was ripe, Tang An pulled out his penis and swung it around in front of Zhen'er in his arms for a while, grinning maliciously, "Alright, Zhen'er, it's time to deflower you!"
Zhen'er lowered her head and sobbed. Although she didn't understand what "deflowering" meant, she still shook her head desperately and cried, "No... Father, no..." Tang An wouldn't listen. His glans forcefully pushed towards Zhen'er's narrow opening. But Zhen'er's opening was too small. Even her finger might not be able to fit in. How could it withstand her father's battle-hardened, large penis? The glans barely penetrated the opening before encountering tremendous resistance. Zhen'er cried out in pain, "Father... Father! Please... no!"
However, for Tang An, this obstacle was meaningless. A smirk played on his lips as he used his waist strength, simultaneously gripping Zhen'er's buttocks and forcefully prying open her soft, moist opening, shoving his glans inside. Zhen'er in his arms tensed abruptly, her small back trembling violently, barely able to utter a sound, though her moans could still be heard. Tang An hardened his heart and thrust forcefully, his thick penis penetrating deeper and deeper, venturing into a tender secret place never before visited by anyone. The hymen protecting Zhen'er's virginity could not withstand such defilement and ruptured instantly.
"Ah────"
Bright red blood rolled down his penis, dripping onto the ground, still trailing a few drops of glistening fluid.
Zhen'er screamed in agony, almost fainting on the spot. Her petite body arched tightly, trembling violently, covered in cold sweat. She couldn't think of anything, only collapsing into Tang An's arms in agony. The tender flesh of her vagina tightly gripped her father's penis, contracting in waves of intense pain. Tang An barely moved before reaching the brink of ejaculation. He never imagined that penetrating the young Zhen'er would bring such intense pleasure, something he had never experienced with the mature bodies of Yan Lan, Yang Mingxue, or Li Ningzhen.
The intense intercourse exceeded Zhen'er's body's capacity; her warm, tender vagina gathered all her strength, desperately resisting the intrusion of his penis. Tang An, too, was drenched in sweat from the tightness of his daughter's vagina, experiencing unprecedented stimulation. He gripped Zhen'er's buttocks and thrust recklessly, reaching the peak of his excitement. He could have already filled his daughter's vagina with his semen, yet he still felt unsatisfied, greedily squeezing Zhen'er's delicate body... "Father, Father, Father..."
Zhen'er groaned in anguish, but it was definitely not a voice of lucidity. Tang An looked down and saw Zhen'er with teary eyes, drool dripping from her lips, looking dazed and dizzy—hardly the image of a ten-year-old girl. Her fragile and pitiful aura instantly ignited his sadistic desires, and he burst into laughter: "Zhen'er, be good! Father will... give you a good little sister!"
Before Zhen'er could understand, she was suddenly pulled tightly into her father's arms, her sweaty chest pressed against Tang An's body, and she pounded in fear. A stream of hot semen sprayed into her soft, moist vulva, burning like a deadly poison, almost making Zhen'er feel as if it had instantly filled her entire body. Zhen'er didn't know what that hot flow was, but she instinctively felt that she had been completely violated, and that the perpetrator was her own father... Semen slowly overflowed from Zhen'er's swollen vulva, dripping stickily onto the bed. Tang An, still not satisfied, continued to writhe inside his daughter for a while before finally pulling out. He stroked Zhen'er's tear-streaked face, praising her repeatedly, "Good daughter, you're so tight! Oh, still tight… In a few years, you'll definitely be even more wanton than your mother…"
"Waaah… I… I want to tell Mother… Father keeps hurting me, it hurts so much…"
Zhen'er lowered her head, tears welling in her eyes, her still-painful vagina spasming, her small body whimpering. Tang An chuckled and said, "Don't worry, Zhen'er, Father will take you to see Mother soon, let her see how much Father loves you… But first, let Father do it one more time!"
Amid Zhen'er's screams, Tang An's penis hardened again, thrusting into his beloved daughter's wet, tender hole like a wolf, each thrust accompanied by Zhen'er's agonizing cries. But the obedient Zhen'er simply endured the pain. Although she cried and screamed as Tang An fucked her, her little hands didn't pound or push her away. She just clung to her father in fear, gripping him tighter the more it hurt.
That night, Tang An fucked Zhen'er three times, then made her suck his penis with her cherry-like mouth before finally ejaculating into his daughter's mouth, causing her to cough incessantly and spill out most of her semen. Just when Zhen'er thought it was finally over and wiped away her tears, sobbing, Tang An carried her off the bed.
"Father...please stop...Zhen'er is so tired, I'm about to die..."
Zhen'er cried out in fear, but Tang An smiled slyly and whispered, "Alright, alright, Father won't do it to you today. Now, Father is going to take you to find Mother." Zhen'er's eyes were blurry with tears, her face blank, but she heard Tang An continue to laugh, "Come on, you'll have to walk by yourself. No need to take clothes, you won't need them later anyway..."
The secluded door opened again, and an extremely lewd scene was unfolding inside.
Two naked female bodies were violently intertwined, their breasts pressed against each other, their sweat mingling, and several puddles of white, sticky fluid had accumulated on the floor, quite exaggerated. The rope suspending Yang Mingxue had now been lowered from the roof beam, but the end binding Yang Mingxue remained untied. Li Ningzhen embraced Yang Mingxue tightly, moaning and swaying with uncontrollable pleasure. A dildo protruding from beneath her Taoist robe thrust wildly into Yang Mingxue's vagina, causing her to sob and weakly beg for mercy: "Stop, don't do it anymore..."
After becoming a postnatal fertility victim, Li Ningzhen's uterus could no longer nurture a fetus, but instead became a reservoir for male semen. As she raped Yang Mingxue, the semen inside her would ejaculate through the vaginal canal almost every few thrusts, quickly filling Yang Mingxue's vagina. Soon, with each movement of Li Ningzhen, a gush of sticky fluid would splatter from her opening. Later, it was diluted by the two women's vaginal fluids, dripping continuously, and Yang Mingxue was nearly collapsing.
"Ha, ahaha... Sister Mingxue... don't be so polite..." Li Ningzhen gasped repeatedly, her bare breasts heaving beneath her disheveled, open Taoist robe, yet she was clearly much more energetic. She laughed gleefully, "I still have so much semen I haven't given you! It's all from the men I've been filled with these past few days. Besides... Master, there's enough for over thirty people... Look, it's leaking out again..."
For Yang Mingxue's vulva, untouched for years, Li Ningzhen's violation was incredibly stimulating. The way she was penetrated was a mix of hate and love, but undeniably, a relentless, frenzied thrusting. A storm of shame and pleasure overwhelmed her, leaving her body numb. Tears, sweat, vaginal fluid, and the abundant milk she hadn't been able to nurture her daughter all overflowed, soaking her entire body as she trembled. Exhausted by the overwhelming orgasm, Yang Mingxue fainted and then awoke. Her vision was blurred, but she could vaguely make out a figure that tugged at her heartstrings.
It was a little girl, completely naked, staring at her in bewilderment.
"Zhen'er!"
Yang Mingxue cried out in a trembling voice, her grief growing stronger. "Zhen'er! You're Zhen'er, aren't you? How could you… Tang An!
You really… wouldn't even let her go?"
Tang An, who had led Zhen'er through the door, stood to the side, grinning smugly. "Don't say that. It's called keeping the good stuff in the family. Zhen'er's cunt is quite something, tight and tender, just like you, it needs to be fucked. No wonder she's your own flesh and blood!"
The naked Zhen'er, her long hair flowing, her aching genitals dripping with her father's semen, had finally made it here with Tang An, only to be met with a sight she couldn't comprehend.
She stared wide-eyed at Li Daoren's genitals, completely bewildered as to how he could have a penis, and how he could be hugging such a beautiful auntie, thrusting his hips like her father had done to her? That auntie must be in so much pain, just like her… And why was she staring at her like that?
"Father even said that I am her...biological flesh and blood?" Tang An said,
pointing to Yang Mingxue's ravaged vulva, "Come here, Zhen'er, this is your biological mother. You were born from this wet, fleshy hole. From now on, you will return to your mother's side. Remember to learn from your mother well, and learn how to lie down and be fucked by men." Tang An pointed to Yang Mingxue's ravaged vulva, pinched Zhen'er's head, and chuckled in a low voice, "Of course, you should also learn from Master Li. She is not only a slut that men love to fuck, but she also knows how to fuck women! You should learn to be a slut, do you hear me?"
Zhen'er was confused, but having been used to her father's teachings, she nodded obediently without thinking. Yang Mingxue gritted her teeth, but couldn't even utter a curse. Instead, she cried out loudly as Li Ningzhen was humiliated by Tang An and unconsciously became more excited as he thrust into her. In an instant, Yang Mingxue reached another climax in front of her daughter. Her nipples trembled, and milk gushed out uncontrollably, allowing Zhen'er to taste breast milk for the first time.
Zhen'er blinked, then timidly dipped her finger in, secretly licking the milk clean. She suddenly understood what she would become in the future.
A girl's growth often happens surprisingly quickly.
In just three or four years, Zhen'er's clothes were all new, she had grown taller, and her figure had become more curvaceous; she had blossomed into a graceful and beautiful young woman, every smile and gesture radiating youthful energy. Her father, Tang An, was naturally extremely proud.
Since Zhen'er lost her virginity to Tang An and was subsequently told her true parentage, the Tang family appeared outwardly calm, but things were changing behind the scenes. Under Tang An's arrangement, Yang Mingxue, as planned, proposed to Yan Lan that she take Zhen'er as her disciple, but this time, she intended to stay at the Tang family mansion herself and not take Zhen'er to Ruyu Peak. Although Yang Mingxue was deeply grieving over her daughter's loss of virginity, she still tried her best to appear normal in front of her junior sister, and Yan Lan, naturally pleased, readily agreed.
Needless to say, once Yang Mingxue settled in, she became the object of Tang An and Li Ningzhen's manipulation. They used every trick in the book, even scheming to have Yan Lan witness her on the verge of climax, leaving her blushing but unable to cry out, nearly exposing her several times. What humiliated her even more was that Tang An often forced her and Zhen'er to undress together, mother and daughter in bed at the same time, to be played with by him.
When Yang Mingxue, desperate to protect Zhen'er, shamefully snatched the penis, Tang An would laugh at Zhen'er, saying, "Zhen'er, look, your mother is so wanton, always taking the lead!" Even when Zhen'er was being violated by Tang An, Li Ningzhen would hold her and tease, "Sister Mingxue, look how happy Zhen'er is being penetrated by her master, truly worthy of being your child..." In short, there were no kind words, leaving Yang Mingxue utterly ashamed and speechless.
What Yang Mingxue didn't know what to do most was Zhen'er's thoughts. Yang Mingxue was initially filled with hatred for Tang An's defilement of her daughter, almost wanting to die with him. However, Zhen'er desperately clung to her, unwilling to let her parents harm each other. At the time, Zhen'er was completely unaware of the gravity of incest. Although Yang Mingxue was heartbroken, she still hoped that Zhen'er's emotional trauma wouldn't be too deep, and that she could overcome the shadow of the past as she grew up. Unexpectedly, under Tang An's "training," Zhen'er not only didn't seem hurt, but gradually accepted her father's views and became accustomed to the abuse inflicted on her by Tang An and Li Ningzhen, eventually becoming Tang An's little slave.
Six months after the incident, Zhen'er was as lively and cheerful as before, always laughing and joking. However, in private, she would lick her father's hard penis every day so that he could thoroughly violate her mother and the Taoist priest Li. Of course, in the end, Zhen'er couldn't escape being "nourished" by Tang An's semen, but she often took the initiative to be filial to her father. Yang Mingxue saw this and felt conflicted, but as long as her daughter was happy, she didn't say anything. Over the years, Zhen'er became the one who listened to Tang An the most.
Zhen'er grew more and more mature and beautiful, and as the successor of two heroines, Yang Mingxue and Yan Lan, she had already become famous in Suzhou and Hangzhou, and young men began to come to fawn over her. One day, Tang An found several floating flower-patterned stationery sheets in his daughter's room, on which were written affectionate poems and essays expressing the love of talented men from all over the country. Tang An summoned his daughter and asked her what was wrong. Zhen'er blushed immediately, leaning on her father's shoulder and pouting, "Dad, several young men are infatuated with you! Aren't you proud?"
Tang An pinched her bottom and laughed, "Proud my foot! You little brat, you're not learning anything good, running around showing your face in public. Do you want to get married?" Zhen'er frowned slightly, her voice sweet, "I... I don't." Tang An said, "Still saying no? Of all those rascals who wrote letters, which one have you taken a fancy to?" Zhen'er shook her head with a smile, her voice soft, "I don't care about them! Zhen'er will stay with Dad for life, I won't marry anyone."
Overjoyed by his daughter's sweet words, Tang An rewarded her with half a day of pleasure. The next day, Zhen'er was still infatuated.
No one expected that the matter of Zhen'er being unable to marry would happen in the blink of an eye.
The day before Zhen'er's fourteenth birthday, Yang Mingxue suddenly stormed into Tang An's study, sword in hand, and yelled, "Tang An! What a mess you've made, you scoundrel!"
Although Yang Mingxue hadn't always been obedient to Tang An over the years, she had never lost her temper either. Seeing her so enraged, Tang An asked in surprise, "What have I done?" Tears welled in Yang Mingxue's eyes as she lowered her voice and said, "Zhen'er... Zhen'er is truly ruined by you. She's pregnant." Tang An was taken aback at first, then laughed wildly, "What am I talking about? This is a joyous occasion!" Yang Mingxue retorted angrily, "How dare you say that! That's your... your incestuous child with Zhen'er. If it's born, how will she tell anyone?"
Tang An laughed, "Tell who? That's my child, Zhen'er's younger brother or sister. Since Alan was willing to adopt Zhen'er, what's wrong with adopting another child?" Yang Mingxue was speechless with rage and suddenly made a move to draw her sword. Tang An hurriedly reached out and pressed her arm around her waist, laughing, "Our daughter is pregnant, why are you turning against her now? Are you unhappy because I didn't give you another child back then?"
Yang Mingxue pushed his hand away, still very angry, and said, "What nonsense are you talking about! Zhen'er is pregnant before she's even married, how can you expect her to carry a child for ten months? How can she be presentable to anyone?" Tang An forcibly pulled her closer, grinning, "Even Lady Yang of Ruyu Peak was a virgin, how come she gave birth to a daughter?"
"You..." Yang Mingxue blushed, her momentum waning, and she could only mutter under her breath, "Don't mention that! If someone hears... it won't do." Tang An laughed, "What does it matter? Is my wife so shy that she's been with her husband for over ten years and she's afraid of being found out?" Yang Mingxue retorted angrily, "Who's your wife? Don't talk nonsense!"
But when Tang An hugged her, her body was already hot; her scolding had no authority whatsoever, and to Tang An it sounded like flirting. Tang An simply kissed her neck, forcing her to breathe softly, while teasing, "Good wife, still shy? Call me husband, and I'll give you a good time."
"No... no." Yang Mingxue resisted with all her might, but her whole body was limp, and she couldn't muster any strength. Tang An knew her too well—she could be unyielding to rape, but she was powerless against the gentle teasing of close intimacy, especially when her mind was wavering.
"Don't be stubborn, look how wet you are... Oh, I was just kidding, you're already wet?"
His hand, which had slipped under her skirt, groped around mischievously, his hooked fingers making her tremble all over. She leaned against Tang An, panting. Tang An pulled out his wet palm and wiped her blushing cheeks until they glistened. He teased her in a low voice, "Want it, don't you?"
Yang Mingxue frowned and tried to hold back, until she was teased to the point of tears and a soft cry, desperately seeking relief. Only then did she speak weakly, "Whatever... whatever you want..."
"You're so disobedient! What did you just say?" Tang An clicked his tongue and deliberately pressed his bulging crotch against her buttocks, rubbing gently, but without actually doing anything. Yang Mingxue realized what was happening and felt a surge of anger. She pursed her lips shyly for a while, until, without realizing it, he had soaked her skirt. She whimpered softly, "Husband... I want..."
Tang An raised an eyebrow, laughing as he pressed her against the carved window, and right there in the study, he began to ravage her voluptuous body. When Yang Mingxue turned back in alarm, her breasts were already pressed against the carved window; perhaps to avoid alerting the passing servants, even her moans were unusually urgent and seductive.
Tang An thoroughly enjoyed himself, the melodious "Husband, husband" making him beam with pleasure as he thrust again and again. Afterwards, his penis ached, yet he felt unsatisfied. Later, Yang Mingxue slowly awoke, dragging her weak and sore body to bathe and change. Only then did she remember her failed attempt to confront him, and she felt a surge of shame and anger, yet also a strange sense of desolation.
Angry as she was, Yang Mingxue was ultimately helpless. Her daughter had long sided with her father, and her own body had been taken for granted for four years; it was truly difficult to escape this life of debauchery. The news of Zhen'er's pregnancy reminded her of her own experience, and now it seemed that the only option was to repeat the same old scheme.
The following night, the Tang family held a banquet to celebrate Zhen'er's birthday, with Yang Mingxue and Li Ningzhen present as usual. After the banquet, everyone went to the pavilion in the garden to cool off, and Tang An ordered the servants to set out wine, leading to another lively gathering. Zhen'er was tested on her skills by a group of elders, and blushing, she accepted Tang An's sword and began practicing her moves in the courtyard. She started with the "Thirteen Forms of Morning Dew," the introductory swordsmanship of Ruyu Peak, casually incorporating the "Radiant Glow" and "Divine Mist" sword techniques, occasionally using a side sword technique taught by Tang An, but employing the "Empty Flowing Light" movement method from Taixia Temple.
This martial arts demonstration, combining the strengths of three schools, was innovative and unique, yet it drew laughter and applause from Tang An, Yan Lan, Li Ningzhen, and the others. Zhen'er, however, threw down her longsword, stamped her foot, and pouted, "Father and Mother, you're so mean!
You clearly said you were going to test my skills, why are you making fun of me?"
Yan Lan smiled and said, "You've turned Ru Yufeng's martial arts into something like this, all show and no substance. You're already fourteen years old, if you don't improve, your master won't want you anymore!"
"Master won't!" Zhen'er giggled and jumped into Yang Mingxue's arms, rubbing her face like a kitten. Yang Mingxue was both amused and exasperated, gently stroking Zhen'er's hair, feeling quite moved. In front of Yan Lan, she could only call Zhen'er "Master
," so why was Tang An always Zhen'er's father?
Tang An bent down to pick up the sword, smiling as he handed it to Yang Mingxue: "Speaking of Ru Yufeng's swordsmanship, our heroine Yang is unparalleled in the martial arts world. Please demonstrate a few moves for our good daughter." Yan Lan, of course, didn't realize that Tang An was openly teasing her senior sister, and chuckled in agreement; Yang Mingxue blushed, drank a cup of wine to hide her rosy cheeks, and as she took the sword hilt, she felt Tang An secretly touch her fingers. She staggered a few steps away, her moist eyes momentarily clouded with melancholy, before suddenly drawing her sword.
It was a summer night, and Yang Mingxue wore a brocade silk blouse, the sheer fabric partially concealing her breasts and revealing glimpses of her smooth, white shoulders and neck. Her long, flowing silk skirt trailed to the ground, enhancing the lightness of her sword dance. Yang Mingxue's eyelashes were slightly closed, her expression and figure seemingly intoxicated. The shimmering sword light swirled like flowing clouds, reaching the heavens and illuminating the courtyard below. The purity of her swordsmanship was breathtaking, yet it couldn't conceal her stunning beauty, blending seamlessly with the moonlight.
It wasn't the lively grace of youth, but the ultimate in a woman's gentle, watery grace.
"Senior Sister Yang... she's truly becoming more and more beautiful. It's a pity she doesn't marry; men in this world are truly unlucky,"
Yan Lan suddenly sighed softly, her face, already flushed with intoxication, filled with longing, as if she had returned to her junior sister on Jade Peak years ago. Tang An smiled slightly, watching the graceful figure finish her drink, and quietly said, "Is that so?"
He already knew the answer in his heart. Yan Lan only saw her senior sister's graceful sword dance, unaware that her attire was entirely at Tang An's behest.
Beneath Yang Mingxue's captivating sword dance, a slightly tipsy, unsteady gait was suppressed; the alcohol seeped into her body as she danced, leaving her dizzy and disoriented. With each slight sway of her waist, her full breasts bounced beneath the barely covering silk robe, beads of sweat already forming in the cleavage between them, making her fair and rosy breasts even more alluring. As she twirled and turned, the thin, almost see-through silk skirt clung to her from the thighs, completely revealing her plump and slender legs, almost glimpsing her skin.
In broad daylight, Yang Mingxue's attire couldn't conceal her alluring figure; even under the lamplight at night, everything was subtly revealed, enough to make any interested person itch with desire, truly arousing lust. Yang Mingxue was naturally aware of this, but could only shyly comply. In front of her junior sister, she had to appear composed no matter how nervous she was, but she couldn't help but notice Tang An's burning gaze, and could only purse her lips in silence to suppress her increasingly labored breathing... That night, Yan Lan was deep in a dream, but Tang An quietly got up, put on his robe, and silently went to his private sanctuary.
When he arrived, the small house was already overflowing with spring-like passion. Li Ningzhen gently pressed Zhen'er's fragrant shoulder and whispered in her ear, "Zhen'er, come here, like this, aim at your mother's there, and slowly guide it in... Yes, yes, isn't it getting tighter? Once it's all the way in, slowly pull it out, and then thrust it in hard again..." Her sweet voice was mixed with Yang Mingxue's shy and sticky moans, sounding as awkward as a virgin's first night.
"Mmm, mmm... Mother, I'm going in..." Zhen'er,
wearing only a tube top, gasped softly, a long, thin, curved dildo erect between her legs. Following the instructions from behind, it slowly pierced Yang Mingxue's wet and tender vulva; the slender, finger-like instrument easily slipped in, and although it didn't look thick or swollen, it caused the bottom of her vagina to contract violently, yet it couldn't tightly grip the instrument. The result of her efforts was that Yang Mingxue's vagina immediately became weak and sore, frequently leaking vaginal fluid. She was clearly burning with desire but couldn't get any satisfaction, which was truly insidious. But the end of the sex toy inserted into Zhen'er's body was extremely thick, filling her tender little hole to the brim. The surrounding thin, tender flesh tightly clung to the toy, swallowing and spitting out with each movement, making a sizzling sound.
Li Ningzhen clapped her hands and laughed, "Zhen'er is so clever! Come on, your mother has been enduring this since the banquet, now it's time to reward her properly." Zhen'er gasped for breath and answered in a sweet voice, focusing all her attention on her waist, doing her best to imitate Tang An's rape of her to serve her mother.
Yang Mingxue's beautiful attire from the banquet had long since been removed, and she was completely naked. She clenched her teeth, desperately enduring the bizarre pleasure of being raped by her daughter, but still could not resist the temptation of the vicious sex toy, and finally cried out. Her fair body tumbled and jumped with Zhen'er's movements, and even Li Ningzhen took the opportunity to rub her full breasts, squeezing and playing with them wantonly. The dildo inserted between her legs was enormous, constantly spurting out small amounts of semen, clearly showing that her delicate body beneath the Taoist robe craved love and was excited beyond control.
Tang An watched with delight, his lower body engorged and aroused, but he didn't intend to join in. Zhen'er was already pregnant and would have to leave home and hide sooner or later until she secretly gave birth. During this time, someone would naturally need to accompany her. Whether he sent Yang Mingxue or Li Ningzhen to accompany her, as long as Zhen'er wasn't there, the other person would have no reason to stay in the Tang residence, and it would likely result in all three women leaving home together.
If that happened, he wouldn't be able to rape the three female slaves at will for a period of time, so he naturally needed to cultivate their habit of mutual comfort. Otherwise, if Li Ningzhen got carried away and brought a group of strong men to satisfy her lust, that would be one thing, but if she gang-raped Yang Mingxue and Zhen'er together, it would be difficult to handle. Who knew if Li Ningzhen would remember to kill them all so that the pure and innocent Lady Yang could remain chaste? It was probably impossible. Li Ningzhen would definitely be reluctant to part with those engorged penises that had given her such pleasure, while Zhen'er would be pinned down by the men, unable to move, at their mercy. As for Yang Mingxue, she would definitely want to draw her sword, but because she was exhausted from being gang-raped, besides desperately clenching the men's penises, all she could do was moan as a form of resistance... "Ah... Ningzhen, stop... don't, don't do this... ah!"
Yang Mingxue cried out in a pitiful voice, suddenly pulling Tang An back to reality. Li Ningzhen lay on her back on the bed, already sandwiched between Zhen'er and Yang Mingxue, simultaneously thrusting into her vagina and anus. Yang Mingxue sat on top of her, tightly embracing Zhen'er, unsure which side to respond to, her eyes already blurry, saliva dripping from her moist lips, as if she were about to faint. Zhen'er, nestled in her mother's arms, breathed softly, turning to look at Tang An: "Father, come quickly, come quickly... Mother's mouth is still empty, quickly feed Mother something to drink..."
Zhen'er's filial piety, Li Ningzhen's subservient nature, Yang Mingxue's allure, and his only wife, Yan Lan, who could sleep beside him.
That was enough. Knowing he couldn't escape the fate of dying from exhaustion, Tang An had no intention of stopping his long-standing indulgence—it was a destiny that began at a certain time, for a certain reason, and could never be stopped.
Tang An smiled, loosened his robes, and slowly stepped towards his passionate, entwined lovers. The lush night was as usual, as it would be, as familiar to them, with those melodious moans that lulled them into dreams. [The End]

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