Swordsman Rose Knife

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The Second Miss of Hundred Winds City (Part 1)
"I wasn't always like this. I was a swordsman."
In the best inn in this small town, Long Wen thought to himself.
He lay naked on the bed, his muscular body exposed, arms behind his head, lost in thought.
This thought always involuntarily surfaced after making love.
He glanced at the person lying beside him. She was asleep, her face beautiful, her long hair disheveled, and tear stains still clung to her fair skin.
She was, of course, a woman, very young, and naked.
This woman sleeping in the brocade quilt was not his lover, nor a prostitute; she was someone he had abducted.
"Now, I am a lecherous demon."
He was a lecherous demon. A
lecherous demon in the martial arts world.
Everyone knew of a lecherous demon called "Rose Knife," who, along with the infamous "Romantic Heretic" Gu Peng and "Heaven-Shaking Finger" Lei Du, were known as the three great lecherous demons.
Lecherous demons in the martial arts world were always despised and were the common enemy of righteous people. If he were unfortunately captured, the outcome would certainly be dire. Losing his life would be considered lucky.
But he wasn't afraid. He was confident in his swordsmanship. He had mastered all the internal energy cultivation methods and swordsmanship techniques taught to him by his master, Master Mingyue, and had even refined them himself, creating a formidable martial art. He
lit several more candles, making the room as bright as day.
He reached out and embraced the woman, his other hand gently kneading her soft breasts.
"No," the woman murmured dazedly.
"Please, let me go,"
her pleading voice instantly ignited a sadistic desire within him.
Three days earlier, when he saw her, she was fighting three men.
Those three men were all from the Wuliang Sword Sect, and their martial arts were not weak. But they were clearly no match for her. She wore a bright yellow dress, wielding her sword with delicate grace, her swordplay as cold and ruthless as she was.
She had defeated those three lustful lechers, never imagining she would become the target of a lecherous demon.
He was captivated by her snow-white skin and haughty eyes, and decided to rape her.
He spent two days gathering information about her. He learned that she was Lang Yue, the daughter of Lang Baifeng, the city lord of Baifeng City. She was a renowned beauty in the area, unmarried, and had few suitors, probably because most were scared off by their own shortcomings. Not to mention, the swordplay contest they had just had after meeting her had deterred many men. Losing to a girl in public was something many men couldn't bear.
He knew she would practice her sword in the back garden every night at midnight, accompanied only by her martial uncle.
So that night, he sneaked into the back garden of Baifeng City.
At midnight, Lang Yue and her martial uncle indeed arrived.
She was dressed in a black, close-fitting outfit.
The woman resisted half-asleep, but he pulled her close, his arms around her waist, and she rolled over, her naked body softly pressing against him.
He placed his hands on her buttocks, covering them and feeling the shape of her female hips, gently kneading her soft, smooth muscles.
"My second young lady, is this alright?" he whispered in her ear.
"No!" The young woman regained her senses, instantly overcome with shame, and tried to get up, supporting herself on his chest.
He waited until she straightened her arms before grasping her wrists, gently separating them, saying, "Come on."
The young woman immediately obeyed and fell back into his arms.
He held her back tightly, pressing her against his chest, feeling her breasts being squeezed out of shape, her nipples indented by his pectoral muscles.
His other hand continued to knead her buttocks, and he gently licked her earlobe.
The young woman struggled desperately a few times, but after the previous ordeal, she had little strength left, and soon lay limply on him, panting.
He, wearing a mask, suddenly appeared in the back garden, challenging her and her martial uncle.
Her martial uncle, of course, wouldn't let his niece fight, so he engaged him in combat.
The battle was decided in just three moves. "
The old man's attacks are too slow," he thought. Using his speed, he slashed the old man's thigh and struck his Tanzhong acupoint within three moves, causing him to faint.
Then he lunged directly at Lang Yue.
Lang Yue seemed still reeling from her martial uncle's defeat; his blade was already before her, and she only then remembered to parry with her sword.
He deliberately paused his blade strike, allowing her sword to meet his.
Then, with a whirling motion, he caused the sword to spin as well. Lang Yue felt a powerful force pull her sword away, and with a cry of "Ah!", the sword flew from her hand.
He had already flashed behind her like a ghost.
Lang Yue felt someone reach out from behind and grab her breast. Startled, she was about to scream when she suddenly lost consciousness.
He knocked the woman down, smiled smugly, and took a bright red rose from his brocade pouch, placing it beside the unconscious old man. Then he picked up Lang Yue, used his lightness skill, and soared away. He felt the woman had exhausted her strength, panting on top of him, her limp body rising and falling slightly. Fine beads of
sweat
covered her body. He still held her tightly, pressing against her lightly or heavily, feeling the elasticity of her breasts with his chest. The woman's soft body and the warm scent of sweat made him feel very comfortable.
The hand on her buttocks slid down her cleft. The woman trembled, wanting to struggle again, but he only held her tightly before she gave up resisting.
"No," she could only plead.
"No? Then why don't you resist? Isn't this very comfortable? You don't have to worry about anything, you're mine now. Didn't you just say that? We martial artists are men of our word." As he spoke, his fingers invaded her forbidden area, gently sliding on her soft labia, occasionally withdrawing to rub her buttocks.
"Ugh, let go of me, you shameless lecher!" The woman cursed intermittently, her genitals burning with a melting, itchy sensation, yet she could only moan helplessly. Her naked body lay on top of him, her most shameful buttocks being played with at will. She recalled the extremely obscene and humiliating words she had just uttered, and in a daze, she truly felt a sense of belonging to this man.
"How about that? Speechless now? Come on, say what you just said again," he whispered teasingly in her ear, gradually stirring her lustful thoughts and eroding her self-esteem. He applied a little more pressure to his fingers caressing her labia.
"Oh," the woman seemed breathless, raising her head and shaking it violently to indicate she wouldn't say those words again. He wasn't angry; he wrapped his arms around her neck, immobilizing her head, and forcefully kissed her red lips. The woman couldn't escape and had no choice but to accept it.
Overwhelmed by unbearable sensations throughout her body, yet unable to move her head to release them, the woman's legs and body writhed wantonly like a worm, unable to release her pent-up lust. He secretly gloated over his seductive skills, but she remained oblivious, continuing to unconsciously undulate her beautiful and alluring body.
He abducted Lang Yue to his inn, knowing perfectly well that the already asleep waiter wouldn't notice anyone in his room. He carried Lang Yue inside, tossed her onto the bed, and she lay there sprawled, limbs outstretched, seemingly oblivious, her face utterly calm, unfazed by the impending loss of her virginity. Her long black hair was spread across the bed. Her black, form-fitting outfit accentuated her curvaceous figure. He reached between her legs and stroked her mons pubis, finding the soft indentation between her thighs mysterious and intriguing, arousing a desire to explore. He
considered how to rape her this time. He enjoyed using different methods each time he committed rape. It felt like discovering a new martial arts technique, giving him a sense of accomplishment. What was the point of always sticking to the old ways?
He began to act.
He removed her shoes and socks, then stripped her of all her lower garments, exposing her genitals completely in the candlelight. Her skin was indeed beautiful, snow-white and delicate. Her calves were long, her ankles slender, and the transition from thigh to calf was perfectly smooth. This pleased him greatly. He reached out and tugged at her messy pubic hair, then carefully examined her vulva. The narrow slit there closed tightly and smoothly, making him both fond of it and wanting to roughly violate it. He imagined what it would look like after he had finished with it.
A black top, a scarlet brocade quilt, a fair lower body, a proud woman at his mercy—all of this, illuminated by the flickering candlelight, formed a lewd picture. And outside the bed, a light drizzle began to fall. This night was the perfect opportunity to rape a beautiful woman. He thought to himself.
He didn't remove her top, but left it intact on her body. Then he sat cross-legged on the bed, pulled the unconscious Lang Yue over, and made her lie face down on his knees, so that her full, round buttocks were facing his face. He released her pressure points.
"Ugh," Lang Yue groaned, waking up.
Long Wen felt the woman's thighs and body writhing against his, her smooth skin rubbing against his, her pubic hair occasionally brushing against his thighs and penis. Her labia were becoming lubricated under his caresses, and he felt a surge of excitement.
Suddenly, he stretched out his fingers and pressed hard on her clitoris.
"Ahhh, no!!" The woman was startled by the sudden stimulation, but her body immediately became aroused, writhing against him.
"You're so sensitive, a natural slut's body, one in a hundred women." He continued his verbal abuse, his hands never stopping.
"Stop!" The woman tried to resist, but the stimulation from her lower body prevented her from speaking. She twisted her body desperately, as if that would make her feel better. The quilt covering her slipped down.
"That's right, look at your reaction, aren't you ashamed? Come on, say it again, I'm a natural slut, be good," he whispered in her ear, like a father coaxing his daughter. He pressed her clitoris hard a few more times.
"Ahhh!" The woman was unbearably ashamed, yet she writhed wildly. She didn't know why she was doing this; she just instinctively knew it would make her feel better.
He twisted her arms behind her back, grabbed her wrists with one hand, and then pulled her writhing body back to his chest.
He hooked her legs with his own.
The woman was instantly pressed against him, unable to move, but his other hand played with her clitoris even more brazenly. The unbearable sensation made the woman struggle to move her body. But his strength made it impossible for her to move.
"Oh, please, please let me go!" The woman's inability to move her limbs seemed to intensify the sensations in her genitals, and her moans grew louder and louder. Long Wen felt that his fingers were completely soaked with the woman's vaginal fluid.
"Look how wet you are! Admitting you're a slut, huh? If you admit it, I'll let you go." He continued his assault, licking her earlobe again.
"Ah, I...I..." She was somewhat confused.
"Say it, I'm a born harlot!" he suddenly commanded sharply.
"Ah, I...I'm a born harlot," the girl sobbed in shame, but finally managed to say it.
"I can't hear you, say it louder!"
"I'm a born harlot!"
"Louder!"
"Ah, I'm a born harlot!!" The girl's frantic screams echoed in the quiet night. She seemed to have forgotten the fact that she had been raped, forgotten that she had just lost her virginity. He rolled over, pinned her down, and effortlessly inserted his penis into the girl's secret place.
Rose Knife Part 1: The Second Miss of Hundred Winds City (Part 3)
He looked down at her, though he couldn't see her expression, he didn't care. He was waiting for her to come to him.
Lang Yue slowly opened her eyes, and what came into view was a red brocade quilt. (Where is this place?)
She propped herself up on the bed with one hand, tilting her body to look around.
"Ah!" she cried out in surprise. She saw Long Wen grinning at her, and she was lying on his lap. She could see her own pale thighs, and it seemed she wasn't wearing pants!
This man is a lecher!
The thought flashed through her mind, and she was filled with shock and fear. She tried to get up
, but halfway up, a strong force pressed down on her waist, and she cried out again, falling back onto the bed.
Lang Yue was a girl who refused to give up easily, so her martial arts skills were much higher than her sister's. She struggled even harder, but the hand pressing on her lower back was like a nail, pinning her firmly in place. She remembered how she used a nail to pin a butterfly to the ground and watch it struggle when she was a child, and she felt like that butterfly now.
She used her hands and feet, twisting and struggling again. She felt she had used all her strength. But when she glanced back, her heart sank.
He was just holding her down with one hand, smiling, staring at her lower body. He enjoyed the various changes in the shape of Lang Yue's buttocks as she struggled. Her plump buttocks seemed clumsy as they swayed back and forth in front of him.
(Ah, he's looking at my buttocks.)
Shame made her suddenly tense up, her whole body stiffening, and she struggled frantically.
He was caught off guard, and the hand holding her seemed to loosen slightly. (Okay!)
"Don't move!" he said unhappily.
Lang Yue was a little scared, but she wouldn't listen to him, and struggled even more.
"Smack!" A sudden, sharp pain shot through her buttocks. She cried out in pain.
(Ah, he hit my buttocks.)
The pain and shame from her buttocks made her unable to think any further. She was pressed back down onto his knees.
He held her waist with one hand and continued to slap her soft, white buttocks with the other. In his experience, a good beating on the buttocks was very effective in conquering a virgin.
Lang Yue's bare buttocks were covered with red handprints. She cried out in pain.
He put her legs on his shoulders and quickly thrust his penis in and out of the woman's secret place.
"Ah!" The woman's legs shot upwards, her body contorted into a V-shape. She cried out, her beautiful head shaking violently, her long hair flying wildly across the bed, her hands gripping the sheets beneath her, her pitiful breasts trembling with each thrust.
He grabbed one of the woman's hands and placed it on her own breast. His hand pressed against hers, kneading her breast forcefully.
"Ah!" The pleasure from her own hand made her groan loudly.
He released her, continuing his thrusts while watching her knead her breasts. She continued kneading a few more times, then suddenly came to her senses, slowly releasing her breasts and placing her hand aside.
"Smack!" He slapped her buttocks hard, then roughly grabbed her hand and placed it back on her breasts.
"Knead!" he commanded sharply.
Afraid of punishment, the woman obediently kneaded her breasts, no longer daring to put her hand down.
"That's a good girl," he kissed her. "Hold it harder."
Encouraged, the woman immediately began to vigorously caress her breasts.
As if rewarding her obedience, he lowered his head and kissed her lips. She opened her mouth without resistance, letting his tongue explore her mouth.
He sucked on her tongue. They greedily sucked on each other.
This woman was about to completely submit, he thought.
The force of the slaps gradually lessened as Lang Yue became unaware, gradually transforming into caresses of her buttocks and teasing of her genitals. Her sobs gradually turned into soft moans.
The unprecedented sensation from her lower body made her tremble slightly. A nineteen-year-old virgin, she was treated like a princess in Hundred Winds City; no one had ever dared to bully her. Her father was strict, and she rarely spoke to those stinky men, so this blatant bullying was a tremendous shock to her.
Lang Yue lay there like a frog, her tense body already limp, completely at his mercy.
He grabbed her thighs and pried them apart, and they immediately went limp.
He pressed his hands against the sides of her tightly closed labia majora, pushing them apart weakly, revealing the labia minora and the pinkish mucous membrane inside. Her pitiful clitoris trembled and shrank.
"Wow, Miss Lang's vulva is really beautiful," he teased. He lowered his head and gently licked her clitoris.
"Ah!" Lang Yue cried out from overwhelming shame, but the stimulation of her clitoris caused her body to tremble violently.
His face was pressed against her buttocks, red from being slapped, as he patiently licked her clitoris. It was too dry there, not suitable for penetration yet.
Lang Yue's breathing quickened. The moans grew louder.
He felt her private parts begin to slowly writhe and secrete fluid; it was almost time. Just as Lang Yue was immersed in the lewd feeling, suddenly her body was lifted up, from lying on his lap to lying face down on the bed.
By the time she thought to resist, he had already stripped off his clothes and forcefully grabbed her waist. He lifted her buttocks, making her lie face down on all fours. He guided his penis to the correct position.
"No!" she cried out in panic, trying to crawl forward to avoid him.
But he grabbed her buttocks forcefully and pulled her back with a "plop!" It was immediately inserted to the hilt.
"Ah!" The tearing pain made Lang Yue scream, her muscles trembling violently.
He showed no mercy and immediately began to thrust fiercely.
After screaming a few times, Lang Yue's arms went limp, her head slumped onto the bed, and she fainted from the pain, her fair, round buttocks still raised high, accepting his merciless ravaging.
A stream of blood flowed from her groin, forming several streams along her pale thighs before slowly trickling onto the bed. He pulled a snow-white handkerchief from under the pillow and wiped away the blood. Then he carefully placed the handkerchief stained with her virgin blood.
Lang Yue was in a daze, sometimes conscious, sometimes unconscious. She had given up all resistance, only hoping it would end quickly.
Giving up resistance was the prelude to pleasure. Long Wen thought smugly as he recklessly thrust into the submissive Lang Yue.
Sure enough, gradually she felt less uncomfortable; instead, a strange and comfortable sensation surged from the violated area, impacting her dazed mind. And it grew stronger and stronger. She felt hot all over, and her body involuntarily began to cooperate with his movements. She began to moan.
He slowed his thrusting, withdrawing his penis to the entrance, only inserting it shallowly.
"Does it feel good?"
"Mmm," she still retained a trace of reserve. He suddenly thrust in forcefully!
"Ah!" Lang Yue was caught off guard; the pleasure made her cry out.
"Is it good?" he asked, thrusting harder again. The intense pleasure overwhelmed her last shred of reason.
"Ah, ah, so good!" she cried out, kneeling there, her buttocks thrusting back, instinctively seeking even more intense pleasure.
He encouraged her, thrusting harder into her.
In the late night, the sounds of thrusting, the sounds of flesh colliding, and Lang Yue's moans mingled together, creating a lewd symphony.
Finally, her eyes rolled back, her body trembling as she clenched his penis, letting his semen fill her body.
He held Lang Yue in his arms, whispering in her ear, "You are mine."
Lang Yue lay limp in his arms, feeling incredibly comfortable and peaceful in her drowsy state. She murmured, "I am yours, I am yours, yours..." Her voice grew softer and softer until she finally fell into a deep sleep.
Rose Knife Part 1: The Second Miss of Hundred Winds City (Part 4)
He was now subjecting Lang Yue, the daughter of the Hundred Winds City Lord, to his second act of defilement. He wanted to make every woman he had raped devoted to him. Lang Yue was indeed a beautiful girl, tall, with a pretty face and fair skin.
He wanted to take her away. He thought this as he thrust his penis in and out, stroking the long legs draped over his shoulders.
Lang Yue was now in a daze again. She gripped her breasts tightly, kneading them, her body rising and falling with his thrusts. Her moans grew louder and louder uncontrollably. She was enjoying the pleasure.
Long Wen withdrew his penis.
"Hmm?" Lang Yue suddenly felt a void, and opened her eyes in confusion. She saw him grinning at her. Lang Yue blushed instantly and turned her head away.
"Don't look," she said, her tone coquettish.
This was the instinct of all beautiful girls. Long Wen smiled wryly.
"How would I know you're beautiful if I didn't look?"
"Will you be obedient from now on?" He slowly inserted his penis again.
"Hmm," Lang Yue sighed deeply, closing her eyes.
“I’ll listen, of course I’ll listen, I’m your good woman,” she murmured.
“No, you’re my good slave!” Long Wen corrected her, slowly withdrawing his penis.
The idiom flashed through her mind, only to be immediately overwhelmed by the pleasure in her vagina.
“Say it already!”
(Since it’s already like this, there’s no harm in saying it.)
“I’m your good slave, I’m your good slave, I’m a slave,” Lang Yue once again uttered the words he wanted to hear. He felt her lower body become even wetter.
He picked Lang Yue up, face to face, his hands around her buttocks, spreading her legs on either side of his body. He slowly thrust in and out.
She buried her head in his chest, sinking into the sensation.
The next day, when the sun was high in the sky, Lang Yue finally opened her sleepy eyes. She saw him there, thinking about something. There was a pile of food on the wooden table.
Meeting his gaze, she immediately remembered what had happened the night before, her face flushing.
“Get up, good slave,” he said with a smile.
(This man is quite handsome.)
"Who...who are you?" she asked coquettishly, lying there.
He took a red rose from the brocade pouch hanging on the wall, walked to the bedside, and gently pinned it in her hair.
"So that's who you are," she said, her face turning even redder.
He was captivated and couldn't resist sitting on the edge of the bed, lifting the quilt, and embracing her naked body.
"Hungry? Here, have something to eat." He held a pastry to her lips.
Only then did she realize she was indeed starving. Last night's exertion had been immense.
"Open your mouth, sweetie,"
she hesitated for a moment, then finally opened her mouth, blushing, and took a bite of the pastry he was holding.
"Yes, be good like this from now on." He kissed her cheek, slowly feeding her the pastry with his hand, while his other hand gently caressed her bare thighs and buttocks.
Lang Yue finally finished eating. She lay comfortably on the bed.
"Wow, I didn't expect you to be such a big eater," Long Wen teased. "
Who told you to..." Before she could finish speaking, her face flushed again.
Damn it, a rape turned her into a shameful, weak woman. This vulgar thought suddenly welled up in his mind. Of course, he wouldn't say it aloud.
"Is that so? There's plenty of time later." He got back into bed, pulled her close, and placed his hand directly on her vulva, teasing her.
"No," Lang Yue weakly refused.
"Don't want me? Fine. Then do it yourself." He pulled her hand and placed it between her legs.
"Ah, what's this?" Lang Yue was confused and flustered.
"Masturbation. You can do this when I'm not around."
"I don't want to! This isn't right!" She tried to pull her hand away.
He ignored her, forcefully pressing her hand against her vulva and then pressing down.
"Ah, no, no!" Lang Yue cried out softly. After resting, her body was more sensitive to caresses.
"Don't let go. Or you'll regret it," he threatened, slapping her bare buttocks twice.
He released his hand, and she obediently continued moving it. She didn't move it away.
The beating she received on her buttocks last night still left her shaken.
The sensations of masturbation made her begin to pant.
"Touch wherever it feels good," he said, admiring her movements as he gave her suggestive instructions.
She found her clitoris and cautiously pressed it.
"Oh!" The electric stimulation made her plump buttocks thrust upwards sharply.
"That's it, keep going."
His suggestion made her rub her clitoris even more vigorously. Her moans grew louder. Her soft, white body writhed and undulated on the bed. Her full breasts trembled with the rhythm of her body, her nipples erect.
"Are you wet?" he asked, breathing hot air into her ear, while placing her other hand on her breast.
"Ah, ah, wet, really wet," she answered, blushing.
"Put it in!"
She immediately inserted her fingers into her vagina. Her other hand vigorously rubbed her breast.
"Ah, ah, I can't take it anymore, I can't take it anymore," she cried out incoherently.
"Do you know how?"
"Ah, yes, I know how, I can masturbate, uh..." Lang Yue's fair body suddenly tensed, thrusting her hips upwards, her fingers digging forcefully into her vagina. She paused for a moment, then her body trembled
violently. "Ah, ahh," she cried out like a dying woman, her body convulsing. Then she collapsed.
This woman was becoming addicted to sex, he thought, covering her with the blanket.
Changing a woman, turning her into a slave to lust, brought him immense pleasure.
He took out his sword manual and began to study it.
Meanwhile, the kidnapped second young lady of Baifeng City, Lang Yue, lay naked on his bed, fast asleep in the afterglow of her orgasm.
Storms in the martial world always brew beneath the surface of calm. This feeling of peace suddenly made Long Wen uneasy. He had a strong feeling that something was about to happen.
His feeling was correct. The world's number one female constable, "Jade Maiden Chasing the Demon," Leng Xue, along with her "Stars" team, had already set their sights on him.
[The End]

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