Water Margin: The Chaotic Tale of the Yang Family Generals

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It is said that Mu Guiying and Yang Zongbao were happily married. The young couple, deeply in love, spent three days in bed, never leaving their home. On the morning of the fourth day, Yang Zongbao suddenly realized, "I've been so engrossed in this harlot's pleasure that I've forgotten my mission. My father and the army are waiting for the Dragon-Subduing Wood to break the Heavenly Gate Formation!" Seeing Mu Guiying raise her hips to sit down again, he hurriedly said, "Wife, wait! I've been so focused on our lovemaking that I almost forgot my duty. When are you going to fetch the Dragon-Subduing Wood?"
Mu Guiying, still aroused, replied impatiently, "My lord, you're such a spoilsport! Bringing up such trivial matters during this time of passion! This cannot be rushed. The Dragon-Subduing Wood is naturally spiritual; it cannot be felled unless heaven and earth unite, yin and yang are in harmony. I know my limits."
As Mu Guiying lowered her hips again, someone outside reported, "Reporting to the chieftain, that Forgetful Hermit has reached the foot of the mountain!"
"You vile woman, it's neither the first nor the fifteenth of the month, why do you come to spoil my mood?" Mu Guiying angrily donned her armor, then looked up and saw a bronze ghost mask hanging on the wall—a relic left by her mother. A thought struck her: times have changed. I am now a married woman. To show my face and fight that vile woman would be beneath my dignity. She immediately put on the mask and charged down the mountain.
The Forgetful Hermit had not come for a duel. Yang Zongbao had been captured, and the Song soldiers had returned to camp to report. Yang Liulang, realizing his son's recklessness had caused trouble, was both angry and worried. He had asked the Forgetful Hermit for an introduction and led his generals and heroes to pay their respects. The two rode swiftly and arrived at Mu Ke Village first.
The Forgetful Hermit chuckled and urged his horse forward. Mu Guiying, filled with lust and rage, before she could speak, her embroidered dagger flashed down like lightning. Yang Liulang, seeing the ferocity of the attack, quickly raised his spear to block it. Mu Guiying, thinking Yang Liulang was an accomplice of the Forgetful Hermit, unleashed her Mad Dog Saber Technique, each strike more powerful than the last. Yang Liulang wielded his golden spear, parrying and countering. The two
fought fiercely, sword and spear at the same time, for three hundred rounds, neither gaining the upper hand. Yang Liulang, caught up in the frenzy, thrust his spear with lightning speed. Mu Guiying, unable to parry, was thrown to the ground by her bronze mask.
Yang Liulang secretly admired her. A frail woman, barely in her prime, possessed such martial arts. In a few more years, he feared even he himself would be no match for her; she was undoubtedly Mu Guiying. He reined in his horse, spear in hand, and looked up. Upon seeing Mu Guiying's true face, his body trembled violently, his face paling with shock. He cried out, "Leopard!"
Mu Guiying, a seasoned warrior, suffered her first defeat, but instead of being angered, she felt a mutual respect for heroes. The general before her resembled her husband in spear fighting, but their styles were worlds apart—one like a hundred rivers flowing into the sea, grand and imposing, the other like a tranquil stream.
"General, you must have mistaken me for someone else. My name is Mu Guiying, wife of Yang Zongbao, son of Yang Liulang, the commander of the Three Passes. May I ask your honorable name?" Mu Guiying asked blankly.
Yang Liulang, a peerless hero with a heart of steel, momentarily lost his composure, then realized the woman before him was not the beauty of his dreams. Hearing Mu Guiying's words, he was utterly astonished.
After a few words, they revealed their identities and explained their situation. Mu Guiying dismounted and greeted him again. Yang Liulang, a man who respected heroes and deeply abhorred social prejudice, was overjoyed to see his son marry such a remarkable woman, while the "Forgetful Hermit" was filled with regret.
As they spoke, the assembled generals and heroes followed. Yang Liulang, beaming, proclaimed that Mu Guiying had become his daughter-in-law, and the Yang family of Tianbo had gained a heroine. Everyone offered their congratulations, but many others, including some former wandering swordsmen who had once been infatuated with Mu Guiying, were also troubled.
Dear readers, taking a wife on the eve of battle is a violation of military discipline, so why did Yang Liulang dare to be so blatant? It was because the Song-Liao war had been exceptionally fierce and prolonged for several years, and to maintain morale, this rule had been relaxed.
Yang Liulang summoned Mu Guiying to a secluded spot and urgently asked, "Does your wife have a family member named Pan Bao?"
"No, we don't. I don't know why you ask, father-in-law."
"Pan Bao is an old friend of mine. He looks exactly like your wife. You inquired because people often resemble each other." Upon hearing this, Yang Liulang's face showed deep regret.
"Although I don't know any Pan Bao, my mother's surname is Pan, and her given name is San Niang. Everyone says that my mother and I are like
two peas in a pod," Mu Guiying said thoughtfully. "Bao'er is indeed the third son. My dear daughter-in-law, where is your mother? Quickly, lead your father to meet her." Yang Liulang was overjoyed.
"My mother passed away three years ago," Mu Guiying said regretfully.
Upon hearing this, Yang Liulang's tiger-like eyes filled with tears, and with a mournful roar, he spat out a mouthful of blood.
The book tells the story of two famous generals during the reign of Emperor Taizong of Song. One was named Yang Ye, who was loyal and brave, and the other was named Pan Mei, who was fierce and brave. The two were sworn brothers who worked together to conquer most of the Song Dynasty's territory. Just as a clay pot inevitably breaks at the well, a general is destined to die on the battlefield. In a fierce battle between the Song and Liao dynasties, Yang Ye was framed by a treacherous official, suffered a defeat at Lianglang Valley, and died on the battlefield along with his eldest son, Yang Yanyu. After Yang Ye's death, his second son, Yang Liulang, received a letter from the supervising officer Wang Xian, accusing Pan Mei of embezzling supplies and refusing to send reinforcements, which led to the deaths of Yang Ye and his son. Enraged, Yang Liulang reported this to the imperial court. Pan Mei, in a fit of rage, committed suicide by striking his head against a pillar, demonstrating his loyalty. It was later discovered that this was a scheme by Wang Xian—first harming Yang Ye, then framing Pan Mei. Although Wang Xian was later executed, the dead could not be brought back to life.
This tragedy not only cost the lives of two renowned generals but also destroyed a beautiful marriage. Pan Mei's daughter, Pan Bao, was exceptionally beautiful and had been Yang Liulang's childhood sweetheart. Their love deepened as they grew older. However, when her father died because of her lover, Pan Bao was overcome with grief and anger, leaving without a word to wander the world. She later married Mu Yu, the Iron King of Mu Ke Village, and gave birth to Mu Guiying. Yang Liulang searched for Pan Bao for years without success. Finally, through the Emperor Taizong's decree, he married Princess Chai Meirong, and they had a son, Yang Zongbao.
Dear readers, the word "love" is something even the greatest heroes cannot sever or let go of. Yang Liulang married, had children, and achieved great success, yet he still yearned for his former lover, never forgetting her. Upon hearing of her death, he was heartbroken.
Seeing Yang Liulang vomit blood, Mu Guiying was terrified and rushed to help him. Yang Liulang, in a daze, pulled Mu Guiying into his arms, weeping, "Leopard, who said you were dead? I don't covet the three commanderies' seals, nor do I care about the Song Dynasty; I only wish to be with you in life and death."
A surge of heroic and tragic masculine energy washed over her. Although Mu Guiying didn't understand why, she sensed his deep affection. Her nose tingled, and she almost cried. Her body went limp; she couldn't move, yet didn't want to. She let Yang Liulang hold her. After a moment, a large hand landed on her buttocks. She was instantly filled with shock and shame. Those hands were rough and strong, squeezing her buttocks with a mixture of pain and pleasure, a blissful sensation. In an instant, her heart pounded, and desire surged.
"Leopard," Yang Liulang said, "only your leopard-like buttocks can withstand my tiger's paws. That princess screams and cries out at the slightest touch." Yang Liulang laughed and cried at the same time.
"Father-in-law, wake up! I am Guiying, not Leopard!" Mu Guiying gasped.
Yang Liulang, upon hearing this, seemed to awaken from a dream, his tiger-like face flushed with embarrassment, at a loss for words. Mu Guiying was also blushing with embarrassment, yet a faint regret lingered in her heart, hoping those tiger-like hands would rub her a little longer.
This was truly a case of: A battle of wits at Mu Ke Village, a remarkable woman's heart suddenly revealed itself, her lover was a playboy, but her father-in-law was the true hero.
The two remained silent, returning to the foot of the mountain, and leading the others uphill. Yang Liulang, suppressing his embarrassment, said, "My dear daughter-in-law, the army is in dire need of our forces. I hope you can retrieve the Dragon-Subduing Wood as soon as possible to break the formation.
" Before Mu Guiying could reply, a young general in white robes rode up on horseback. It was Yang Zongbao, beaming with pride. He pulled something from behind his back and shouted, "Father, generals, Zongbao has fulfilled his mission and has brought the Dragon-Subduing Wood!"
Upon hearing this, Mu Guiying paled, and the Forgetful Hermit, enraged, shouted, "Second Sister Mu, young general, are you confused too? Why are you so hasty? The Heavenly Gate Formation is composed of earth, while the Dragon-Subduing Wood is a divine object representing the four elements: wood, fire, metal, and water. It can only be felled on a day when heaven and earth unite and yin and yang are in harmony, so that the four elements can return to their origin and break the earth formation. Now it's three days too early; how can we break the formation?" He then angrily snatched the Dragon-Subduing Wood, sighing, "The four elements lack metal, and wood, water, and fire are clearly distinct and not interconnected. To break the Heavenly Gate Formation is like climbing to heaven!"
It turned out that Yang Zongbao had mistaken Mu Guiying's words for excuses and had secretly cut down the Dragon-Subduing Wood. Only after hearing the Forgetful Hermit's words did he realize the enormity of his mistake.
The die was cast, and filled with regret, Yang Liulang, though deeply devoted to his son, was bound by military law, the fervent public sentiment, and pressure from the court. He had no choice but to order Yang Zongbao's execution. After much difficulty, he was temporarily spared the death penalty and imprisoned in a stone quarry as punishment for hard labor. His wife, Mu Guiying, was tasked with killing enemies and achieving merit to atone for her husband's crime.
Mu Guiying was brave and skilled in battle, deeply knowledgeable in military tactics, and repeatedly defeated the Liao army. Yang Liulang reported this to the court, and Mu Guiying relinquished her command. Emperor Zhenzong issued an edict appointing Mu Guiying as the Grand Marshal of the Army and Commander-in-Chief, specifically tasked with breaking the Heavenly Gate Formation. If she succeeded, Yang Zongbao would be released; if she failed, his head would be severed. He also appointed Yang Liulang as military supervisor and Wangqing Jushi as strategist, to assist him. Furthermore, he recruited a group of outlaws and bandits, ordering them to serve in the army. Among them, the most famous was a group that gathered at Liangshan Marsh, led by Song Jiang, courtesy name Gongming, nicknamed Timely Rain, with thirty-six leaders under his command. Although Song Jiang was unremarkable in appearance and not particularly skilled in martial arts, he was renowned. After "Di Dalang the Mad Dog of Guanzhong" and "Mu Erjie the Mad Dog of Hebei" joined the army to support the emperor and faded from the martial world, he became the undisputed leader of the heroes of the Jianghu.
Mu Guiying stationed 200,000 troops at the Tianmen Formation, attracting heroes from all over the land. This group of江湖 (jianghu, the martial arts world) men included those patriotic, opportunistic, humble and reasonable, vulgar and uncouth, petty and narrow-minded, and bold and unrestrained. Some were bandits, others were philanthropists. For a time, a mixed bag of characters, a powerful and imposing force, also brought some trouble. The six leaders of Liangshan—"Dwarf Tiger" Wang Ying, "Double-Spear General" Dong Ping, "Two-Headed Snake" Xie Zhen, "Double-Tailed Scorpion" Xie Bao, "Hairy Star" Kong Ming, and "Lone Fire Star" Kong Liang—were collectively known as the "Six Ugly Men of Liangshan." This "ugliness" didn't refer to appearance, but rather to character. These despicable men were morally corrupt and lustful, unable to resist their lust and attempting to rape a woman. Enraged, Mu Guiying summoned Song Jiang to deal with the situation. Song Jiang, a decisive and ruthless man, wanted to behead the six. Fearing it would discourage the heroes of the land, Mu Guiying only had them beaten 100 times. Wang Ying, kept in the camp by his wife, "One-Zhang-Qing" Hu Sanniang, reflected on his actions. The other six, however, defected to the Liao army and became traitors.
Mu Guiying's soldiers fought bravely and selflessly, the entire army fought with utmost loyalty, and the heroes united. With the help of the miraculous Dragon-Subduing Wood, they fought for years, finally breaking through the seventy-one Heavenly Gate Formations. Only the last one, however, was difficult to break. Because the Dragon-Subduing Wood was not perfect, they fought seven times, each time suffering heavy losses and returning in defeat.
Mu Guiying scoured military texts and consulted experts before finally devising a ruthless strategy. She hosted a banquet and summoned all the army's generals, saying, "The Heavenly Gate Formation is the most powerful earth element in the world. To break it, we must gather the power of the Four Symbols. However, due to my husband's recklessness, we lost the Dragon-Subduing Wood, making it unreliable. I observed the celestial phenomena last night; in three days, the Heavenly Dog will eclipse the sun, and the earth element will be at its weakest. This is the perfect opportunity to employ a unique method: using the full strength of the army to fight the enemy decisively. We will disregard all rules and regulations, only fighting to the death. We will sacrifice our blood to the formation, suppressing the earth element with overwhelming killing intent. Perhaps this will break it. This battle will be extremely perilous; even I, the commander, do not know if I will survive. Generals, heroes, I, Guiying, hold this command half for the sake of the people and the Song Dynasty, and half for my own selfish reasons. I dare not ask you to take such a dangerous path. If any of you do not wish to participate, please feel free to withdraw; I will not blame you."
The Forgetful Hermit exclaimed, "Marshal's righteousness is known to all! General Yang's mistake was unintentional; who dares to blame you? Such words underestimate us. To be loyal to the country and die on the battlefield is the true nature of a great man!"
Most of the men were patriotic and their spirits were stirred. Even the timid among them echoed his sentiments. Mu Guiying, seeing the army's morale was high, was overjoyed. She accepted the cup of wine offered by the Forgetful Hermit, drank it down in one gulp, and cried out, "Gentlemen, your loyalty and courage are admirable. I am ashamed and will punish myself with this cup. Please drink heartily, everyone! In three days, we will fight the enemy to the death, slaughtering those Liao dogs until they are all defeated and their blood flows like a river!"
After the banquet, Mu Guiying didn't return to her bedchamber but instead went to the quarry. This quarry was a place of punishment for soldiers who violated military discipline. The person in charge was a female leader from Liangshan Marsh, known as "Mother Tiger" Gu Dasao. Upon seeing Mu Guiying, she hurriedly stepped forward with a fawning smile, saying, "Marshal Mu, have you come to see Bao Jie'er? I'll call him out right away."
Mu Guiying remained silent. Gu Dasao, with her enormous, fleshy body, resembled a mountain of flesh, wider than four Mu Guiyings combined, yet she moved nimbly. In no time, she brought out a heavily made-up woman adorned in red and green, her crotch jingling. Upon seeing Mu Guiying, the woman clenched her fists, placed them in her stomach, and deeply curtsied, saying in a sweet voice, "Greetings, Marshal!" Then she knelt down, kowtowed three times, and said in a coquettish voice, "This servant greets the Marshal."
Gu Dasao smiled and said, "Marshal and Bao Jie'er, please continue your conversation. This servant takes her leave." She then whispered, "Marshal, please don't be offended. This is all military law; there was no intention to deceive you. There's a bed in this room; please use it. I've ordered the others not to disturb us." Having said this, she left without waiting for Mu Guiying's reply.
Mu Guiying grabbed Bao Jie'er, angrily saying, "It was all your mother's doing! Look at you now, you're more like a woman than a woman!"
Bao Jie'er smiled, her face powder fluttering off, "My lady, please don't complain. I... ever since I put on this bell, I've never acted like a man. My mother meant well; washing and cleaning in this laundry room is better than being exposed to the wind and sun, carrying huge stones."
This heavily made-up woman was none other than Yang Zongbao. After being punished with hard labor, the imperial court bestowed upon him a wondrous object called the "Suoyang Bell" (Locking Yang Bell). A ring made of silkworm silk was securely locked to the glans penis, with a golden bell suspended from it. Because it was an imperial gift, it was forbidden to conceal it; the previous warden had made him work naked. This Locking Yang Bell was quite heavy, hanging between his legs, pulling on his penis. When he moved, the pulling was even more intense. And this was considered mild; his penis, stimulated, naturally thickened, and the silkworm silk caused excruciating pain. Mu Guiying, helpless, sought out the Forgetful Hermit and obtained a Pure Heart Bodhi Mantra for him. Reciting it calmed his mind and reduced his desires, alleviating some of the pain. This bell served two purposes: first, to punish Yang Zongbao and quell the soldiers' resentment; second, although Mu Guiying only allowed him to visit once a month, she feared he might be distracted by sensual pleasures. The bell was as large as a teacup, yet no woman dared to enter its chambers.
The Song Dynasty was somewhat different from other dynasties. The common people were quite business-minded. Brothels, teahouses, and taverns hired handsome young men who resembled Yang Zongbao, dressed them in women's clothing, and attached bells to their genitals—a homophone for "Yang Zongbao's horn-shaped penis," a play on words—to serve as companions at banquets or to engage in homosexual acts for pleasure. Some soldiers resented Yang Zongbao's mistake in felling the Dragon-Subduing Tree, some were jealous of his marriage to Mu Guiying, and some felt wronged by Mu Guiying; all came to vent their anger. Yang Zongbao simply laughed it off, but Mu Guiying was displeased. She tried to stop him several times before realizing it was a court order, merely to motivate her to be more diligent, and finally gave up.
For months, Yang Zongbao carried stones naked. Princess Chai, feeling sorry for her son's hard work, went through many connections to persuade the new warden, Sister Gu, to assign him to the laundry room. This laundry room was staffed entirely by women. Sister Gu suggested that Yang Zongbao dress as a woman, behave like one, and even lower his voice to a high-pitched tone. He was even called "Sister Bao" according to the common term for male prostitutes, so that if the authorities investigated, they would only say it was to humiliate him.
"My lady has lost weight," Yang Zongbao sighed.
"You've become so plump and fair-skinned. Has anyone been bullying you here?" Mu Guiying asked.
"No, it's just that my lower body feels heavy."
"Sigh, who told you to be so reckless? Just be patient. In three days, we'll have a decisive battle with the Liao army. Once I break the Heavenly Gate Formation, the court will naturally release you."
"My lady, three days is too long. I can't wait any longer."
Gifts bestowed by the emperor must not be concealed. Although Yang Zongbao wore a pair of emerald green women's trousers, they were open-crotch. Mu Guiying reached out and gently stroked his genitals, sighing, "You're so bold today. If your genitals were erect, wouldn't it hurt terribly?"
"Wife, please don't touch me. I've worn this for a year, and I've learned a thing or two. This silkworm silk loosens when it gets wet. Please, wife, use your mouth to massage it.
" "How could I do such a sordid thing?" Mu Guiying, being somewhat fastidious, refused.
"Wife, wife, please have mercy." Yang Zongbao knelt down, bowing repeatedly.
"Get up quickly. A man's knees are worth gold. Have you really become a woman after playing the role of a woman for so long?
" Mu Guiying said angrily. "My dearest mother, my dearest master, I am indeed a woman, your slutty woman, Master Mu." Yang Zongbao repeatedly bowed, his voice high-pitched and seductive.
Mu Guiying was horrified and shouted, "Don't talk like that! It gives me goosebumps!"
"If you don't agree, sir, I'll keep talking." Yang Zongbao winked.
"Alright, alright, act like a man. I'll agree." Mu Guiying felt itchy all over and reluctantly agreed, squatting down to lift Yang Zongbao's penis, her heart in turmoil.
"Wife, hurry up. If it's hard and dry, it'll hurt terribly."
Mu Guiying closed her beautiful eyes and brought her face close, her heart pounding with fear. Instead of touching his penis, she bumped into a bell, which jingled. She opened her eyes and saw an ugly, limp, and filthy thing in front of her. A feeling of disgust welled up inside her, and she jumped up and shouted, "Bear with it for three more days. Once the seal is broken, we'll spend the night together!" Before Yang Zongbao could speak, she fled. As soon as
Mu Guiying left, Gu Dasao burst in and scolded, "You slut, didn't you just stick your cock in your mouth? You made the master wait for ages, and he didn't even get to see a good show!"
"Master, spare me! I promise I'll do it again next time..." Yang Zongbao pleaded on the ground, rolling around as Gu Dasao kicked him.
"Sister, why are you so angry?" A burly woman with a fierce face entered; she was also a leader of Liangshan, known as "Mother Night Demon" Sun Erniang.
"This slut..." Gu Dasao said breathlessly.
"This servant greets Second Master." Without waiting for orders, Yang Zongbao knelt at Sun Erniang's feet and kowtowed.
Gu Dasao and Sun Erniang were both ugly and violent, yet they both had a penchant for handsome men, and were best friends with them. However, their affection was somewhat perverse. Gu Dasao was somewhat better, only teasing and humiliating them, while Sun Erniang, once she got tired of them, would cook and eat them. Her husband, Zhang Qing, also had a taste for this, but this "vegetable garden" didn't grow vegetables; instead, it raised vegetable people specifically for consumption.
Gu Dasao became the manager of the stone quarry, but she only had direct control over the laundry room. Although she saw Yang Zongbao's handsome appearance, she couldn't make a move on him. Unexpectedly, Princess Chai came to her door, sending her son straight into the tiger's den. Yang Zongbao was initially resentful, but Gu Dasao tormented him to the point of wishing he were dead, threatening to expose his disgraceful behavior and ruin the Yang family's reputation. He had no choice but to submit, calling the two fierce women "Master
" and "Second Master," serving them obsequiously. Sun Erniang opened a tavern in the camp called "Shili Slope." After having sex with Yang Zongbao a few times with Gu Dasao, she became bolder and started using him as a prostitute. Everyone who had been with him said that the prostitutes at Shili Slope were the most lifelike, and the place became incredibly popular, making the two a fortune.
Sun Erniang laughed: "Sister, how should you punish him?" "Make him masturbate his own penis three times."
"Hehehe, sister, I beg you for him! He's the star of my tavern. Some men are willing to pay a fortune to watch him masturbate, but I'm afraid it'll hurt him and he won't be able to serve customers, so I haven't allowed them. If you let him masturbate here, he won't earn a single penny, it's not worth it."
"You money-grubbing woman! You slut, go warm up the master's chamber pot and serve him when he needs to relieve himself!" Sister-in-law Gu shouted.
"Yes, ma'am!" Yang Zongbao felt like he'd been granted a pardon, and dared not get up, crawling out of the room like a dog.
"Sister, the decisive battle is in three days. I'm afraid our business won't last long."
"Alas, such a lucrative business, what a pity. I've made arrangements, we'll do something big tonight."
"If we really do it, I'm a little terrified. If we get caught, my whole family will be skinned alive, that's the least of our worries."
"If what we sisters have done gets out, what good will it do? Yang Liulang and Mu Guiying are ruthless killers. They don't even need to lift a finger; even that fat, dark-skinned Song Jiang would skin us alive to curry favor.
" "Fine, let's do it. Let's make the most of this last deal."
"Of course, everyone's willing to pay. Sister, do you know how to untie the bell on his penis? Maybe we can make even more money."
"That's impossible. I've tried many times, but it's silkworm silk, impossible to cut or untie. Only the emperor's personal eunuchs can remove it. Or maybe cut off his glans; half his penis would be enough for intercourse.
" "Sister, don't be reckless. First, there's no time to heal him, and second, it'll definitely be exposed later. Sister, I've prepared your family heirloom, the 'Soul-Slaying Pill.' Afterwards, give it to them and they'll forget about this."
"Alright, only two left. At least we've made a fortune, so it's worth it. I'll buy a dozen or so handsome young servants to serve you, and you can have more tender, delicious food to eat, sister."
"Sister, what you're saying makes my mouth water! I wish I could bite off a piece of meat from Bao-jie's butt and chew it!"
"Haha, you money-grubber, you wouldn't bite your own cash cow! I'm going to relieve myself. After he licks my ass clean, you can take him away."
"Sister, don't forget to make him rinse his mouth; a mouthful of yellow teeth won't please the guests."
"Don't worry, sister, my bladder is full. It's enough to wash my butt, let alone rinse his mouth." Sun
Erniang waited comfortably in the room. Gu Dasao laughed and went to the outhouse, where she saw Yang Zongbao holding the chamber pot, licking the rim.
Upon seeing Gu Dasao, Yang Zongbao immediately knelt down and bowed, saying, "Please, sir, relieve yourself." He placed his arms in a circle on the rim of the toilet, and Gu Dasao sat down with a thud, causing Yang Zongbao to nearly cry from the pain. He knelt behind her, pressing his face against her enormous, dark-colored buttocks, and stretched out his tongue to lick up and down the filthy cleft. The stench was overwhelming, and foul excrement gushed out with a splattering sound. Yang Zongbao was already used to this and showed no lewdness, licking noisily as he did so. When he had a moment to spare, he even praised, "Sir's precious excrement is truly delicious."
Leaving aside Yang Zongbao's licking, let's turn to Mu Guiying. She was both angry and ashamed. Returning to her bedchamber, just as she was about to rest, she suddenly felt a surge of heat rising from her groin, rapid and intense, almost unbearable. Her face flushed, and she was secretly astonished. With a life-or-death battle imminent, even seeing her husband's penis earlier had not aroused her. How could she have become so aroused in the short time it takes to drink a cup of tea?
Mu Guiying was inwardly cursing herself for her lewdness when she suddenly heard someone outside the tent say, "Has my virtuous daughter-in-law retired for the night?" It was Yang Liulang's voice. Mu Guiying quickly ushered Yang Liulang into the tent, gracefully curtsying and saying, "What brings you here
, Father-in-law?" "What are your chances of winning this decisive battle?" Yang Liulang replied.
"Less than thirty percent." Mu Guiying's voice was so seductive it was almost dripping with water. Although she was discussing military matters, she couldn't help but keep sizing up Yang Liulang. How dashing his leopard-like head and phoenix eyes were, how imposing his swallow-like chin and tiger-like beard were, how strong his back and waist were, how captivating his heroic spirit was—she longed to pull him into her arms.
Yang Liulang was somewhat dazed and didn't notice Mu Guiying's strange behavior. After chatting for a while about breaking the formation and Yang Zongbao's recent situation, Mu Guiying softly said, "Father-in-law, is there anything else?" She was giving him the order to leave, because she was burning with desire and afraid of doing something shameful.
Yang Liulang looked embarrassed and pondered for a long time before sighing, "Please forgive me, my dear daughter-in-law, but I've been through countless battles, and before each one I'm always full of confidence. Only this time, my heart is pounding with fear, and I'm afraid my chances of survival are slim. I only wish to see Leopard's face a few more times so that I can die without regrets. That's why I've come to bother you."
Mu Guiying's heart stirred upon hearing this. She had always admired Yang Liulang's deep affection for his mother, and the sensation of his hand caressing her buttocks was faintly visible. She blurted out, "Father-in-law's deep affection for my mother is something I both respect and admire. However, we are separated by life and death, and all I can do is cry out in vain. Why not treat me as your mother and have some intimate moments with her to settle this unrequited love?" As soon as she said this, she startled herself.
"No, no, if that's the case, wouldn't that be incest?" Yang Liulang was shocked.
"Father-in-law says no, but down there he's quite willing." If Yang Liulang had hesitated or complied, Mu Guiying might have let it go. But her direct refusal only fueled her stubbornness, and she grabbed his hard penis.
Dear readers, there are three reasons why Mu Guiying became so lewd and impulsive. First, someone slipped an extremely potent aphrodisiac into her wine. Second, the "Ten Thousand Years True Dragon's Lair" is the most lewd place in the world. For nearly a year, she had only been focused on military campaigns, and her husband's genitals had been locked, so they had never had intercourse. Although she was unaware of it, her body was already incredibly thirsty. Once the aphrodisiac was aroused, her sexual desire was uncontrollable. If it were only these two points, it wouldn't be a big problem. Mu Guiying was a commander with a strong will and exceptional talent. If it were anyone else, she would never have thrown herself at her. But it was Yang Liulang who came. Before they even met, she respected him as a famous general of the time. After meeting him, she admired his heroic spirit and deep affection. As their relationship deepened, her respect and love for him reached its peak. She unconsciously compared this father and son, and the more they compared, the more she felt that he was a tiger father and a dog son. Usually, this respect and love was restrained by reason, but now, with lust taking hold, it was all released. At that moment, she acted recklessly and without restraint.
Yang Liulang, aroused by Mu Guiying, was drenched in sweat. The woman before him seemed not to be his daughter-in-law, but rather the beauty he had been dreaming of
. Fortunately, his will was as strong as steel. Despite being infatuated, he struggled fiercely, refusing to cross the line, repeatedly crying out, "Absolutely not! Absolutely not!" "Why not?" she said. "In this battle, my father-in-law and I may not survive. Let's speak frankly. Guiying has always respected heroes, but she has been blinded by lust and married your good-for-nothing, fickle, handsome son. Today, our lovemaking will not only fulfill my father-in-law's desires, but also allow me to vent my resentment." The more Yang Liulang refused, the more Mu Guiying insisted. When she spoke of Yang Zongbao, his powdered and adorned appearance came to mind, filling her with disgust and a piercing pain. Her hand holding his penis loosened slightly, but this feeling was instantly overwhelmed by overwhelming lust. She grabbed Yang Liulang's large hand and placed it on her buttocks.
Yang Liulang could hardly contain himself. He slapped, hit, pinched, and squeezed, unleashing his full power of tiger-palm kung fu, his lust burning fiercely, yet his mind remained clear.
"My dear daughter-in-law," he said, "you say this somewhat against your conscience. Zongbao is indeed not a good general, and his temperament is somewhat reckless, but he loves you dearly. You also have deep feelings for that rebellious son. Otherwise, why would you risk your life to break this Heavenly Gate Formation? You could have simply left. The heroes of the martial world are as numerous as carp crossing a river. You are now a married woman, and these heroes still harbor improper thoughts. They certainly wouldn't mind that you are a remarried woman. Take that Forgetful Hermit, for example, who declared that even if you married eighteen times, he would still be your nineteenth husband. I see that you treat that rebellious son like a mother and son. Although you resent his lack of resistance, your love is stronger than gold."
Yang Liulang, who had been speaking seriously, unknowingly began to tease him.
Mu Guiying smiled sweetly, suddenly releasing her manhood and freeing herself from the groping hands. She said softly, "Father-in-law is right, but Guiying doesn't think of her son or husband now, only of this father-in-law. But when men and women make love, it must be consensual. Since father-in-law has so many concerns, please go back to your tent and rest. Don't mention today's events to anyone else, lest it be embarrassing."
Yang Liulang, freed from his restraints and without his hand, felt a sudden sense of loss. He turned around with difficulty but couldn't move his feet. Just as he was struggling with his inner turmoil, he heard a very charming bark from a dog. His mind went blank, and he grabbed Mu Guiying in his arms, laughing and scolding, "You little slut, what a clever tactic of retreating to advance and catching her off guard! They say generals don't last three generations, but with you in my Yang family, we have three generations of famous generals. Since you are so open, it would be pretentious of me to refuse. Your vulva has already been given to my little dog; I wonder if your harem has been deflowered yet?"
"That scoundrel poked me, but for some reason it didn't go in. Instead, it emitted a strange fragrance, which terrified him so much that he was weak in the knees and dared not do anything more." Mu Guiying was overjoyed at her success.
"Such a strange thing? Could it be that you just took a false bowel movement? To be honest, farts are always smelly, how could they have a fragrance?" Yang Liulang asked curiously.
"This servant doesn't know. Why doesn't Father-in-law try it himself?"
"Of course. May I ask if the famous Second Sister Mu knows the Yang Family Spear?"
"Father-in-law is talking nonsense again. Who doesn't know your Yang Family Spear technique? Everyone knows it. You even personally taught it to me. How could I forget?"
"I'm not talking about the spear in my hand, but the Yang Family Iron Spear between my legs."
"Hehe, that scoundrel called himself Iron Spear back then, but he was all show and no substance. Father-in-law is getting on in years, so he's probably even less capable. I admire your spear to the core, but I dare not harbor any expectations for this one between my legs."
"Haven't you heard that fists fear the young and strong, but spears fear the old? This cock gets stronger with age. You can talk all you want now, but don't beg for mercy later."
"Father-in-law, just bring it on, I can take a thousand or ten thousand spears."
"Hahaha, what a sharp tongue! Let me tell you, there are some rules if you want to take my spear. I've been with two women in my life, one is your mother, and the other is your mother-in-law. You are the third, but you can't break the rules. First, it's called 'showing the spear,' you're not allowed to use your hands to take off my pants."
"Father-in-law, really, so many rules for making love." Mu Guiying's eyes darted around. She kicked off her embroidered shoes, lifted her smooth, jade-like feet, and swept them across Yang Liulang's belt. Like a sharp blade, the belt snapped in two. Her delicate toes swiftly gripped his waistband, pulling it down to reveal something—dark, shiny, as thick as a child's arm, and half a foot long, standing erect.
Mu Guiying was startled and blurted out, "Father-in-law has a donkey-like thing!"
"Your mother and mother-in-law both use their mouths to get me down, but you, you little slut, have other tricks up your sleeve. The second step is called 'Worshiping the Spear.' You must kneel down and bow three times. Your two mothers call it 'Big Cock Brother,' but to avoid confusing the generations, you can call it 'Big Cock Uncle.'"
Mu Guiying knelt down and kowtowed three times, crying out, "Big Cock Uncle, this humble servant pays homage!" Just as he finished bowing, his penis suddenly swelled, the glans bulging, exuding a murderous aura, like a fierce tiger ready to devour its prey.
"This is the third step, called 'Observing the Spear,' you little slut, look closely, can you see anything unusual?"
"How come Uncle Big Dick has a tiger's head?" Mu Guiying exclaimed.
"Good, as expected of Leopard's daughter, even your mother-in-law can't see this. My spear is ranked in the weapon rankings, called the Tiger-Headed Iron Spear. You slut, bend over, and receive my three opening spears!"
Mu Guiying couldn't wait any longer, quickly bending over and raising her pink buttocks high. Yang Liulang shouted, "The first spear is called: Watching the Fire from Across the River, Peach Blossoms Float!"
Before the spear even arrived, a powerful masculine aura swept over her. Mu Guiying, far from being afraid, almost burst out laughing. This father-in-law, despite his advanced age, was more impatient than a young lad, thrusting his penis indiscriminately without even removing his own clothes. Just as she was about to make a mocking remark, a sharp pain shot through her anus as a hot, hard object burst in. Good heavens, Yang Liulang! His penis, like a spear and arrow, pierced through several layers of clothing, striking her anus precisely. Blood and tears splattered from her anus, like falling peach blossoms.
Caught off guard, Mu Guiying cried out in pain, "My mother!"
Yang Liulang's penis thrust in like lightning and retreated like a shooting star, shouting, "The second thrust is called: White Snake Spits Tongue, Shattering Clothes!"
Before Mu Guiying's cry had even faded, she was struck again. A surge of intense energy filled her entire rectum. The first blow was a sharp pain, this one a throbbing agony. She cried out "Mother!" again, and as she opened her mouth, the energy burst forth, tearing her clothes to shreds, which then scattered like butterflies on the ground.
"The third strike, named: Fierce Tiger Lying Down, Exploding the Anus."
The first two strikes were like thunderbolts, overflowing with domineering power. This third strike, however, was silent and slow, slowly penetrating. The penis entered her anus, immediately shifting from stillness to movement, thrusting and pulling, swaying left and right, pounding forward and backward, never stopping for a moment. Most strangely, the tiger's head was biting wildly inside. Mu Guiying couldn't bear it and cried out, "My dearest mother, you're killing your child!"
"You harlot, have you surrendered? Still dare to talk back?" Yang Liulang stood proudly, his hips motionless, relying solely on his penis teasing her anus.
"What a fine tiger-headed iron spear! Truly sharp, yet even I am humbled; three thrusts are insufficient." Mu Guiying felt a mixture of pain and pleasure in her anus, a bittersweet anticipation and fear intertwined, a uniquely intoxicating sensation.
"Little slut, if you want more of this spear, you must shout three times: 'This slut's wanton asshole loves to eat Daddy's big cock!'"
"Father-in-law, please don't tease me." Mu Guiying, her face tender, refused to speak.
"If you don't moan, I won't fuck you."
"This slut's asshole loves to eat Daddy's big cock, Uncle, this slut's... Daddy, don't tease me anymore, it's so itchy, come quickly." Mu Guiying moaned softly, but couldn't continue, pleading for mercy with a wanton voice.
"Hehe, do you know why I made you moan like that? It's your mother's custom before each fucking. This time I'll spare you, and use that 'bewitching dog barking in spring' to add to the fun." "This servant doesn't know what Father-in-law is talking about." Mu Guiying's anus ached, how could she dare to add fuel to the fire? She pretended to be stupid and confused, secretly marveling at herself. She had picked up the "bewitching dog technique" in the Purple Cloud Cave in the back mountain, and she was even ashamed to tell her mother about it. How could Yang Liulang know?
"Little slut, you're good at pretending to be stupid. It was that sweet dog bark you just made me tease."
"Woof." Mu Guiying was exposed by Yang Liulang and had no choice but to bark.
"My dear daughter-in-law, why did you only cry out once? Could it be that you can't handle my iron spear and are too weak?"
"Father-in-law, you don't know, when I make love with Zongbao, one cry and I'm fully erect; two cries and I'm virile; three cries and I ejaculate like a torrent. But if I cry out continuously ,
I just become limp and the semen flows endlessly." "Hahaha, how can that worm of a boy compare to my iron spear?
Just keep crying out!" "Woof woof woof." Mu Guiying tried crying out three times, but the penis not only didn't soften, it became thicker and three times harder, almost tearing her anus apart.
"Keep crying out, keep crying out, it's so pleasurable!"
"Woof woof woof..." Seeing that her cries couldn't soften the iron spear, Mu Guiying relaxed and opened her throat, roaring without restraint.
Yang Liulang, now like a tiger with wings, fought with increasing ferocity. His spear, like a shower of pear blossoms, danced in the wind, thrusting with fervor, sometimes high, sometimes low, sometimes forward, sometimes backward, sometimes left, sometimes right, penetrating thousands of times, yet remaining as hard as steel.
Mu Guiying, though possessing extraordinary beauty, had recently experienced lovemaking and was somewhat unable to withstand it. Whether driven by a competitive spirit or unwilling to part with the stick, she merely whimpered and barked, refusing to beg for mercy.
"My dear daughter-in-law, I will listen to your 'Eighteen Barks of Spring'!" Yang Liulang cried out in immense pleasure.
"Eighteen Barks of Spring" was the strongest move of "The Lustful Dog Barks in Spring," not eighteen barks in total, but one bark on the first breath, two on the second, and so on, until the eighteenth breath, when she barked eighteen times in a single breath—truly incomparably sharp, capable of softening even the hardest penis.
"Woof, woof, woof woof..." Mu Guiying roused herself and barked wildly.
Yang Liulang was truly formidable. After listening three times, he let out a loud shout and ejaculated, one spurt after another, like a mighty river, endless and continuous. Mu Guiying felt as if magma was churning inside her anus, almost scalding her skin. This fluid was not only hot but also plentiful, filling her entire rectum, yet it was blocked by Yang Liulang's enormous penis, unable to escape at all. Not only that, but the penis continued to gush forth. Mu Guiying was secretly terrified, fearing that if it continued for a while, it would flow from her anus all the way into her mouth.
"How refreshing! Qingqing's anus is truly extraordinary. Your mother could only withstand three thousand strokes from me at most, but you've endured ten thousand. Truly, the younger generation surpasses the older."
Yang Liulang laughed three times, withdrew his penis, and with a muffled pop, the sound shook the four walls. The semen did not flow out slowly, but rather like a dam breaking and a flood bursting, streams of turbid white water gushed out powerfully, forming a fountain. Looking down, she was startled. The once delicate pink chrysanthemum had changed color, becoming as black as ink, as black as raw iron, a black that shimmered with light, a cold and menacing aura, its gleaming light exuding a murderous intent. It was no longer the vibrant spring chrysanthemum of the eastern fence, but rather resembled a spear that could thwart a thousand armies.
Mu Guiying, unaware that her chrysanthemum had changed its appearance, though her rear ached and she was drenched in sweat, refused to back down, mocking, "Father-in-law is quite dishonest. How can you talk about your mother like this in front of your daughter? It seems my mother's chastity has been ruined by you.
" "My dear daughter-in-law, please don't wrong an innocent man. My feelings for Leopard and I were only within the bounds of propriety; we never did anything improper," Yang Liulang said, vigorously kneading her breasts.
"Father-in-law is truly hilarious. Just now you were comparing my chrysanthemum with my mother's. Whether you're bragging or lying, Father-in-law, choose one."
"Hahaha, I'm neither bragging nor lying. Your mother has been inseparable from me since childhood. She gave me oral sex when I was six, and anally penetrated me when I was eight. We did it at least three times a day. My penis is so powerful, half of it is natural, and half of it is from her skillful use of her lips and anus. The only difference is that this girl cherishes her vulva very much, refusing to let me touch it even if it means death, which is a boon for your father. My dear daughter-in-law, the rites the sages spoke of only the vulva and testicles. I have never touched them, so how could I have ruined her chastity?"
"Oh, thank you for your guidance, father-in-law. It turns out that the ten thousand thrusts just now were all for nothing. You and I, father-in-law and daughter-in-law, are still innocent." "Of course, we are even more innocent than a white cloth."
The two of them opened their hearts and only sought to enjoy themselves to the fullest. They even teased each other about their forbidden relationship from time to time, finding it more and more exciting as they talked about it.
"Father-in-law, your mouth is truly sharp. I concede defeat. You say my mother was eight when you fucked her anus? That child's thing, how could she withstand such a blow?"
"My dear daughter-in-law, you don't know, your mother's anus is extraordinary, called 'Soft Branches and Tender Leaves,' the most supple and resilient. It looks small, but it can stretch. My penis wasn't as thick back then as it is now. In addition, I happened to obtain a peerless manual called 'The Art of the Lustful Dog,' which I gave to your mother to practice until she was able to take my penis at eight years old." "I see. I only said I was lucky to find that 'Art of the Lustful Dog,' which must have been secretly placed there for me by my mother. The original owner was actually father-in-law. No wonder you are so familiar with its techniques." Mu Guiying suddenly understood.
"Leopard is a repressed person, he must be too embarrassed to teach you in person, hence this 'Seductive Dog Technique'. This technique is extremely profound, only those with exceptional skills can master it. As far as I know, only you and your mother have grasped its secrets in the past hundred years. You need to put in more effort, don't waste your talent."
"Father-in-law, you're joking. It's just a thing to serve men's lower parts. A little dabbling in it is fine for bedroom pleasure, but I'm here to protect my country and fight on horseback. What use would it be for me?"
"My dear daughter-in-law, you're mistaken. The 'Seductive Dog Technique' is a first-rate art, far more than just bedroom arts. It's said that if one masters it, one can make a thousand armies retreat and ten thousand men bow down."
"Even so, who would you learn from? Every move drains your essence and marrow. How can your son withstand it? Father-in-law, don't keep saying that. My back door is full, but my front hole is getting hungrier and hungrier."
"Hahaha, what a little slut! Come on, bring it on! Just as Zhao Zilong charged in and out of Changban seven times, today I, Yang Yanzhao, will thrust in and out seven times, until you can't even scream anymore!" Mu Guiying giggled, about to pounce on him, but Yang Liulang said, "The night is long, no need to rush. You say you have no one to practice with, so I'll help you. Use your mouth to wrap around my penis and practice this 'Love Dog Eats Spring' technique."
Mu Guiying laughed and cursed, "You two are equally despicable, both wanting to shove your dirty cocks into my mouth." She spread her legs and squatted down, seeing the penis stained with semen and faintly stained with some golden substance. She looked left and right, pondered, but couldn't bring herself to lick it.
"Hehe, if you don't lick it, I won't fuck you," Yang Liulang lewdly laughed.
"Hmph, you're about to burst, and you still dare to talk such big words."
"Hehe, my cock is always long-lasting, let's see who can't take it first." Yang Liulang lightly kicked Mu Guiying's crotch, and spring water gushed out, almost soaking through her boots.
Mu Guiying let out a soft moan and gave in, closing her beautiful eyes tightly, opening her small mouth, and taking the tiger-headed iron spear into her mouth.
Just then, a strange cry suddenly came from below her pink buttocks: "Alas! Could it be that Heaven blesses the Great Song Dynasty, bestowing such a divine object? The Heavenly Gate Formation will be broken in no time!"
Mu Guiying was so frightened that her soul almost left her body. She cried out and jumped up, throwing herself into Yang Liulang's arms, hugging his neck with both hands and wrapping her legs around his waist. By sheer coincidence, his penis was inserted perfectly into her vulva. Yang Liulang was also greatly surprised. He supported Mu Guiying's delicate buttocks with his tiger paws and looked closely. He saw a fat man crawling out of the ground. It was none other than the Forgetful Hermit.
Yang Liulang, a seasoned veteran, remained calm despite his panic, laughing, "Strategist, what brings you here so late at night? Please don't misunderstand. Just now, a sudden gust of wind blew through the tent, stripping Guiying of all her clothes. I had no choice but to hold her delicate body to cover her shame. Wait, what were you saying just now? That the Heavenly Gate Formation can be broken in no time?" The Forgetful Hermit continued to laugh, pointing at Mu Guiying's chrysanthemum gate, saying, "A rare flower left by immortals, the Chrysanthemum Commander, mortals halt, a famous general offers his yang, gold, silver, copper, iron, the platform formation, shields, and spears, what a magnificent spear, the unparalleled golden blade of the world, the Xuan Tie Chrysanthemum Commander Spear!" This shameless man, carried away by his words, actually poked his short, thick finger at it. Although Mu Guiying was shocked and ashamed, she was, after all, a heroine among women. She kicked the Forgetful Hermit so hard that he fell flat on his face. In the third part, Yang
Zongbao, after licking Gu Dasao's crotch, buried his head in the toilet to smell the scent for about the time it takes to brew a cup of tea before hearing Gu Dasao shout from outside the door, "Sister Bao, get ready and come with your second master!"
Yang Zongbao hurriedly bathed, applied makeup, styled his hair in a bun, wore a pair of bright moon earrings, and polished the gold bells on his crotch until they glittered. He wore a fiery red silk jacket embroidered with a hundred birds paying homage to a phoenix, and a pair of willow-green open-crotch trousers patterned with orioles singing in the willows. A colorful brocade sash was tied around his waist, which he tightened and tightened until his wasp waist was as slender as a pen tube. He then spoke in a high-pitched, warbling voice, "May the master be blessed with ten thousand years of happiness, and may the second master live a long life. Your servant has come!" He swayed his slender waist and took small steps as he rushed out of the room, curtsying a dozen times like flowers.
"What a slut!" Sun Erniang spat out a curse with a laugh.
Yang Zongbao, his face flushed, parted his lips and caught it, swallowing hard with a gulp. He exclaimed, "Thank you for the spit, Second Master!" He crawled a few steps, lifted his clothes, and stuck out his large, white buttocks, saying in a coquettish voice, "Please step on my buttocks before getting into the carriage, Second Master."
Sun Erniang chuckled and stepped on his buttocks, cursing, "Lazy thing, why isn't there any powder on your buttocks?"
Yang Zongbao replied with a smile, "I knew Second Master wanted to step on them. If I put powder on them, it would all get on the soles of Second Master's shoes. I didn't dare waste Second Master's powder. I'll put it on when we get to the tavern, so that the gentlemen can also enjoy a fresh look."
"You slut, you know how to save Second Master money, you're quite clever."
Yang Zongbao climbed into the carriage and cried out, "It's been so long since I've served Second Master, my tongue is craving it. Please, Second Master, grant me your divine cunt to lick!" He then kowtowed repeatedly.
Sun Erniang grabbed Yang Zongbao's waist, lifted him up, and thrust his head between her legs, then brought his bare buttocks to her mouth, drooling, and praised, "So smooth and glossy, perfectly proportioned, it would be best braised." Taking a bite, though not his first time, Yang Zongbao was still terrified, his heart filled with fear, but his mouth dared not slacken, sucking and licking the stinking, lewd vulva.
"What a fine tongue, it's so pleasurable!" Sun Erniang bit hard, almost tearing off a piece of flesh, her pungent, lustful juices overflowing.
Yang Zongbao, already used to oral sex, endured the pain in his buttocks and gulped it all down.
"You slut, listen carefully, those who came to play with you today have all paid a fortune. Serve them well, if you dare disobey even the slightest bit, I won't beat you, I'll find a hundred or so prostitutes to masturbate your cock." Sun Erniang's eyes flashed with ferocity. She opened her blood-red maw, extended her dark yellow tongue, and savored the blood that had been drawn from Yang Zongbao's buttocks. She shouted fiercely.
Yang Zongbao trembled with fear, repeatedly saying, "This servant wouldn't dare! Even if you, sir, made me eat excrement in large gulps, I wouldn't dare swallow it in small bites!"
[The End]

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