Pure Land Buddhist Practice

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After causing a ruckus in Songfeng Town and subduing the "Golden Boy and Jade Girl," the Blissful Buddha dared not linger there. After all, the area was close to the capital, and the court would not stand idly by after such a disturbance. After tidying up, he left with the couple.
From then on, the martial world was thrown into turmoil again, with many sects and families suffering calamities, yet the murderers remained elusive. According to eyewitness accounts, there were three murderers, their faces veiled in black, one of whom was over ten feet tall. They were ruthless and merciless, killing and looting all the gold and silver treasures. Among the robbed sects and families were the "Snow Mountain Sect" of Hanshan, the "Cold Plum Manor" of Luoshui, and the "Peach Blossom Sect" of Shangluo… These forces were not particularly powerful, ranking only second-rate in the martial world. However, the leader of the "Snow Mountain Sect," "Madam Xue," and the mistress of the "Cold Plum Manor," "Madam Hanmei," were first-rate masters. Even they could not withstand their attacks and disappeared without a trace, demonstrating the murderers' exceptional martial arts skills.
This incident alarmed the "Three Religions," and just as they were preparing to send people to investigate, "Lady Xue" and "Lady Hanmei" unexpectedly returned one after the other. They had been missing for several months, and everyone assumed they had met with misfortune, but to their surprise, they were both unharmed. The "Three Religions" sent people to inquire, only to learn that they had been rescued by the Buddhist high monk "Master Jile," who had even killed the three thugs and returned all the stolen valuables. "
Truly a highly virtuous monk!" everyone exclaimed. Even the way "Lady Xue" and "Lady Hanmei" looked at this master was strange! What... worship, gratitude... that seems a bit forced... submission, affection... Pshaw, pshaw,
pshaw... How dare we think like that! That would be a desecration of "Lady Xue" and "Lady Hanmei," who all knew these two ladies were of strong character and chaste.
After Lady Xue was widowed, she had countless suitors—young talents, famous heroes, wealthy merchants…—yet she remained steadfast, still "alone." If Lady Xue was
like this, then Lady Hanmei was even more remarkable. Her husband, a frail scholar, was fortunate enough to win her heart, but unfortunately, his health was poor, and he passed away three years after their marriage. Lady Hanmei was heartbroken and almost followed her husband in death. Had it not been for the servants' timely intervention, she would have perished long ago. After her failed suicide attempt, she seemed to have gained enlightenment. Over the years, she managed Hanmei Manor with great skill, the family business flourished, and she provided meticulous care for her husband's family. Therefore, everyone praised her as a "remarkable woman."
How could such a chaste and virtuous woman be defiled? Even thinking about it would be a sin.
As for the "Master of Bliss," although he was unattractive, his words and actions exuded the demeanor of a high-ranking Buddhist monk. He presented a compassionate image, chanting Buddhist mantras, his words all about "emptiness," seemingly untouched by the dust of the mortal world.
How could such a "transcendent monk" and chaste widows be linked together, concocting such "heretical thoughts"? But... the two ladies... their eyes are definitely not right... worship, submission, affection... none of that is enough, it should be "unwavering devotion"... but that shouldn't be!
Just as everyone was lost in thought, unbeknownst to them, in the secret chamber of the back hall of Hanmei Manor, "battle clouds gathered" and "waves surged."
The two "chaste widows" praised by everyone lay naked, their white bodies exposed, on a round table.
They were intertwined, licking each other's genitals. At this moment, the "Master of Bliss," the high monk in everyone's eyes, was naked, his dark, fat body circling around the two women, commenting and criticizing them. When aroused, he would thrust his large penis, either into their vaginas or anuses, pumping violently, then withdrawing it for the two women to taste and suck.
"Women's moans and men's angry curses rose and fell..."
Who could believe what they were seeing?
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------- In the blink of an eye, five years had passed. With the help of these women, the Buddha of Bliss had rapidly expanded his power, befriending powerful families, recruiting skilled fighters, and, through the recommendations of the "Han Clan" and the "Eunuch," presenting the "Pill of Bliss," which pleased the emperor, who appointed him "National Preceptor."
Now, with his power consolidated, his position elevated, and his followers numerous, the emperor himself ordered the construction of the "Temple of Bliss."
Truly, fortunes change. Who would have thought that this worthless dung-carrying servant would achieve such a state?
A poem praises him: "Past filth is nothing to boast of, today's unrestrained thoughts are boundless. Riding a swift horse in the spring breeze, one day sees all the flowers of Chang'an." This is the current mindset of the Buddha of Bliss, or rather, the dog.
After relieving himself in the temple latrine, he stood up, and two mature women in light gauze undergarments skillfully removed his monk's robes. They used wet wipes to clean his stinking anus and his still-wet penis. After cleaning, they began to lick and caress his penis and anus. The Buddha of Bliss was so pleased that he groaned and moaned. The two women licked meticulously, their fragrant tongues penetrating his anus, even sucking out the remaining fluids from his urethra. The Buddha of Bliss was very satisfied with the service of these two mature women, and even more so with his psychological satisfaction.
Who in the world could receive such meticulous service from two chaste and virtuous women like "Lady Snow" and "Lady Winter Plum"? Perhaps even the emperor himself could not.
He was extremely proud and lewdly laughed. These two mature women were completely submissive, offering their bodies to seduce high-ranking officials and martial arts masters, and were completely obedient to him. Looking at these two mature and voluptuous bodies, their seductive faces, and their wanton eyes, his penis trembled involuntarily. He had no choice but to endure the emperor's summons. After licking his anus and penis, the two women moved their tongues upwards, one licking his back, the other his chest, all the way to his fat face, finally embracing and kissing him. He extended his fat tongue, letting the two women lick him.
After a while, the two women, like his close wives and concubines, dressed him in a monk's robe, making him appear once again as a high-ranking monk.
In the Hall of Mental Cultivation of the Great Liang Imperial Palace, Emperor Liang Wei, his eyes cold, was nearing fifty, his health declining, but his lust for power growing ever stronger. Since the death of the former Prince Yan, "Lin Xin," and the succession of his son, "Lin Zhe," his previously anxious heart had finally settled down. But today, a secret letter arrived at his desk, sending chills down his spine. "Prince Yan, Lin Zhe, is colluding with 'Lin Hu,' and will raise an army to return north and usurp the throne when trouble arises in the capital." This was information obtained by the "Three Religions" Listening Wind Tower, and they knew very well that Lin Zhe's Zhenbei Army had already ceased hostilities and ceased fighting with Lin Hu. He dared not act rashly, fearing that Lin Zhe would hear the news and raise an army prematurely. After all, Lin Zhe's confidants were everywhere in the court. So he summoned his trusted ministers to the Hall of Mental Cultivation to discuss countermeasures.
"My ministers have some countermeasures,"
the ministers said. Some remained silent, some pondered in secret, some cursed Lin Zhe as a traitor, and many more could not believe it.
Liang Wei's face was ashen. He raised his thin body, his face revealing his disappointment.
But the Buddha of Bliss was overjoyed. "Lin Zhe, Lin Zhe, you have a path to heaven but you don't take it, you have no gate to hell but you come here by yourself, hahaha... If I don't make sure you lose everything this time, I'll change my name." He pondered for a moment, then pretended to be heartbroken and said, "Your Majesty, this old monk observes Lin Zhe's face. This man has the eyes of an eagle and the gaze of a wolf, and he has the appearance of a disloyal person. The words of the 'Three Teachings' are probably true. Your Majesty should prepare early to prevent any unforeseen events." "Grand Preceptor, do you have a plan?" The Blissful Buddha pondered for a moment, then said, "Your Majesty, do not worry, this old monk has a plan." "Oh, Grand Preceptor, please tell me quickly." Liang Wei was overjoyed.
The Blissful Buddha, as if pointing out the landscape, explained in detail: "To deal with Lin Zhe, we must act swiftly and decisively, giving him no time to react. Lin Zhe's forces are divided into two parts: the court and the martial arts world. First, in the court, arrest Lin Zhe's henchmen, send envoys to contact Lin Hu, offering to cede territory and pay reparations, asking Lin Hu to send troops to deal with the Zhenbei Army. These barbarians are greedy and ungrateful; seeing that Lin Zhe's rebellion has failed, they will surely harbor rebellious intentions. Afterward, the court will send another army to cut off the Zhenbei Army's supplies. Thus, the Zhenbei Army will be besieged from within and without, and its morale will surely collapse. Secondly, in the martial arts world, Lin Zhe has recruited many masters, and his wife is also from the major martial arts sect 'Guanghan Palace.' These people are highly skilled and difficult to deal with. Your Majesty can notify the leaders of the 'Three Religions' and have them send masters to deal with these rebels." With such a two-pronged approach, how could Lin Zhe not be defeated?
"Hahaha... Grand Preceptor, your insight is brilliant! Such talent is of great importance to the nation. With the Grand Preceptor, I am like a fish in water." Lin Wei was overjoyed and full of praise.
In the spring of the thirteenth year of the Chengqian reign of the Great Liang Dynasty, the rebellion of Prince Yan, Lin Zhe, was exposed. Martial law was declared throughout Luoyang, dozens of official residences were raided, and tens of thousands of heads were chopped off
. That night, the city was filled with bloodshed. In the north, a handsome man and a beautiful woman stood on a mountain peak, watching the Zhenbei Army retreating like autumn leaves in the wilderness below. Under the combined attack of the imperial court and the Lin Hu army, the Zhenbei Army only managed to hold out for half a day before being defeated and forced to retreat, and was now being relentlessly pursued.
The handsome man sighed softly, "Master's plans are indeed flawless. Junior sister, let's act according to Master's instructions." The woman laughed flirtatiously, "My godfather said that Lin Zhe is arrogant and incompetent. Seeing him today, it's true. The mighty army of 100,000 from the North was defeated in just half a day. What a waste! However, I've heard that he is dashing and handsome, a rare beauty. I wonder if he can resist my beauty." Hearing this, the handsome man's face instantly turned cold, and he said sarcastically, "His wife is known as the 'Fairy of the Moon Palace,' of noble status and renowned for her beauty. Not many can compare to her." "Oh... so you know you're jealous. She's just a cold beauty. She doesn't know anything about romance. I know I'm not as beautiful as her, but in other aspects, she can't compare to me." "Hmph..." The handsome man turned and walked down the mountain with a cold face. The woman watched his retreating figure, muttered a curse under her breath, and hurriedly called out, "Senior brother, wait for me..." On the outskirts of Luoyang, a woman in white, carrying an infant, clutched a long sword in her left hand, fleeing. Her eyes were weary, her face pale, and blood trickled from her lips; she was clearly severely wounded. Despite her disheveled state and blood-soaked appearance, she remained beautiful, graceful, and aloof, like a fairy fallen to earth.
The sounds of pursuit grew closer, but she staggered, unable to escape in time. Looking at the child in her arms, her heart ached.
"My child, I'm so sorry. Let's go to the Yellow Springs together and reunite with your father." With that, she wept bitterly.
The infant seemed to understand her feelings and began to wail.
The pursuers from the three sects arrived, surrounding them. The leader shouted, "By order of the leader, Lin Zhe's wife and children must all be killed, leave no one alive!" The woman closed her eyes in despair, seeking only death.
"Amitabha, well said, well said. This female benefactor has a karmic connection with our Buddha. Please, all of you, show mercy." At this moment, a fat monk suddenly appeared, blocking the white-clad woman's path. This monk was none other than the Buddha of Bliss. He had been secretly following the three sects' forces as they marched towards the Prince of Yan's residence, intervening several times to help the white-clad woman escape. He only revealed himself when she was exhausted.
"Where did this wild monk come from, daring to obstruct the three sects' affairs? You have no sense of mortality! Get out of the way, or I will not be polite to you." "So, you all don't want to make an exception? Very well… I will deliver you from suffering." The Buddha of Bliss sneered, raising his staff and smashing it down.
A flurry of sword flashes ensued, but none could withstand the Buddha of Bliss. In a short while, all the pursuers were killed. The white-clad woman was dumbfounded, thinking to herself, "This master's martial arts are truly high."
After comforting the child in her arms, the woman in white, Mu Hanqing, nodded in gratitude: "Thank you, Master, for saving my life." "No need to be so polite. You have a connection with Buddhism, so it is only right that I do this." The Blissful Buddha secretly sneered, scrutinizing her from head to toe. Years ago, that fleeting glimpse of beauty, that ethereal melody, flowed through her heart, haunting her dreams in the dead of night. But did the person before her still remember Gouzi?
Mu Hanqing was puzzled, finding this monk rather strange. "Master, you say I have a connection with Buddhism, but what do you mean?" "Ah!" The Blissful Buddha quickly suppressed his lustful gaze and nodded, saying, "I have received kindness from you, perhaps you have forgotten." Mu Hanqing nodded, but couldn't recall. Could it be that the Prince's mansion had provided relief through porridge, and this monk was among those who helped? But with his martial arts skills, it shouldn't be that simple.
Seeing Mu Hanqing's lack of reaction, the Buddha of Bliss turned ashen-faced and sighed inwardly. She had indeed long forgotten; a feeling of pain mixed with relief washed over him. He scrutinized the woman before him, her delicate features and graceful figure truly breathtaking. A twisted thought suddenly surfaced, a desire to destroy her surging within him.
Chanting a Buddhist prayer, the Buddha of Bliss said, "Female benefactor, this place is no place to linger. Please come with me to a place of refuge." --------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Meanwhile, Ning Qi, a man of action, delivered the Blissful scriptures to me that very night. After calming Qingfeng, I immediately lit a lamp and began reading. To join the Blissful Temple, I needed to understand its teachings. The books, though not particularly thick, were not difficult for me. However, after reading them, my worldview was shattered. The interpretations within were utterly distorted Buddhist teachings. From beginning to end, the books revolved around the word "sex." Sex is the beginning of all things, and sex is the end of all things. Only "sexual love" can escape the suffering of the mortal world and reach the realm of ultimate bliss, ascending to the Western Pure Land. No wonder it's a cult; its ideology is distorted. There's only one book left, and I've already lost interest. I flipped through it a few times, and suddenly a picture appeared. Turning the pages further, there were more pictures, and they were all erotic paintings. Looking at the cover, it was titled "The Goddess's Transformation into a Butterfly," by "Wu Daozi.
" "Wu Daozi" was a master painter of his time
, his paintings worth a fortune. Why would Ning Qi bring this book? Perhaps a servant brought the wrong one. Even if it's a work by Wu Daozi, let's appreciate it carefully…
The preface is short, only describing the goddess's beauty. With Wu Daozi's discerning eye, her beauty must be genuine. He said he had never seen anything like it in his life, showing how unparalleled the beauty in this painting was. The first painting depicts a woman in white holding an infant, a long sword in her hand, her exquisite face filled with sorrow, surrounded by a group of assassins.
"Hey! This woman in white looks exactly like my mother!" Wu Daozi was a realist painter; the figures in his paintings were almost indistinguishable from real people.
Turning the page further, he saw a Buddha appear and rescue the mother and child. This Buddha was large and ugly, with lust blazing in his eyes. The caption explained that this Buddha was the Buddha of Bliss, who then led the mother and child into a mountain villa.
It should be Qingquan Villa…
As you flip through the pages, the content becomes increasingly obscene: aphrodisiac seduction, forced submission, physical whipping, being bound and ridden on a wooden horse… then exposure in the wild, intercourse in an inn, a naked gathering, the woman in white sinking deeper and deeper into depravity, until she has no shame whatsoever, vying for favor with other women before the Buddha of Bliss, actively performing blowjobs, licking anuses, anal sex, drinking urine… double penetration, threesomes, orgys, until sixsomes, all three holes filled, her jade hands still stroking two penises, her beautiful face incredibly wanton, at the moment of climax, her juices spraying several feet high, black butterflies flying out from her towering, snow-white breasts, fluttering and dancing. This is
the woman in the earlier pictures of The Butterfly Lovers. Although she looks exactly like my mother, her figure is different. My mother's figure is like a devil's, with a prominent bust and buttocks, large breasts and a plump bottom, while this woman is slender and thinner than my mother. But in the later pictures, this woman looks exactly like my mother, both in appearance and figure. Could it really be my mother? Suddenly, I felt my heart break, an indescribable sadness and pain that made it hard to breathe.
Why wouldn't my mother tell me what she went through? I must find out. Ning Qi seemed to know something; the "Jade Butterfly" he couldn't forget must be my mother.
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------- In a secluded ancient temple deep in the mountains, Gong Ruxue, her face cold, pushed away the woman who was having intercourse with Xiong Gang. Xiong Gang was enjoying himself when he was interrupted, and he was annoyed. He looked up, about to curse, but when he saw it was Gong Ruxue, he quickly suppressed his anger.
Gong Ruxue said coldly, "Go and wash yourself clean. The Holy Mother summons you." Xiong Gang was overjoyed, his eyes wide open, he simply couldn't believe it. After Mu Hanqing took power, she ignored him, which was really painful. Every time that cold, yet slightly seductive gaze appeared in his mind, his penis would immediately become erect.
"What summons from the Holy Mother? There must be something urgent that can't wait." Xiong Gang casually picked up a robe, draped it over his shoulders, and walked towards the side hall.
"This brute, my sister's going to have a hard time with him." Gong Ruxue shook her head and chuckled self-deprecatingly.
Pushing open the side hall door, Xiong Gang's eyes lit up, his desire surging, his penis instantly erect. He saw Mu Hanqing with her back to him, gazing at the starry sky through the open window. A gentle breeze blew, her hair fluttering, making her look ethereal. She wore only a purple gauze dress that clung to her snow-white skin, revealing her large, plump buttocks, the lower half completely exposed. Her long, white legs were firmly planted on the carpet.
Xiong Gang felt like he was about to explode; he really wanted to rush over, pounce on her, and then fuck her hard.
Mu Hanqing turned around, opening her large eyes to look directly at Xiong Gang.
It was that same look again—noble, aloof, beautiful, and with an indescribable, alluring, seductive quality.
Xiong Gang's eyes darted away, but his gaze lingered on the rest of her body. Her high, firm breasts were partially exposed, large and white, without a trace of sagging, like two majestic mountains pressed together, with a deep cleavage between them. Her waist was slender and full of vitality, connecting to her large, plump buttocks, creating an exaggeratedly curvaceous silhouette.
Xiong Gang's mouth was dry, and his desire was burning. He opened and closed his mouth repeatedly, wanting to speak, but no sound came out.
Seeing the burly man's embarrassed state, Mu Hanqing smiled slightly and said, "This servant invited Hall Master Xiong here to discuss matters of internal sect defense. I humbly request Hall Master Xiong's guidance." (Note: The four Vajras of the Joyful Sect each govern a hall and wield considerable power.) The beauty's smile was like an iceberg melting, instantly warming the heart like spring. "Ahem..." Xiong Gang deliberately cleared his throat, trying to cover his embarrassment, determined not to lose face.
"Your Majesty, with the recent loss of the leader, it's understandable that the followers are somewhat lax. Things will get better." "Hall Master Xiong, I wonder how long this 'getting better' will take? I think it's just Hall Master Xiong who's becoming lax." Mu Hanqing's expression turned cold, and she directly stated her position.
Xiong Gang was a brute with a violent temper, and upon hearing this, he flew into a rage. "So what if that's true? You haven't done anything of value in the sect, you're just relying on being that old man's mistress to bully others." "So you're not convinced?" Mu Hanqing said coldly.
Xiong Gang, with a wicked grin, cursed, "Pah, you bitch, I'm not convinced. Dressed so provocatively, are you trying to seduce your Grandpa Xiong!" Mu Hanqing's expression remained unchanged, but her beautiful eyes looked directly at Xiong Gang coquettishly, her voice becoming seductive. "Then what will it take for me to submit, Master Xiong?" Her eyes were full of affection, her voice seductive, almost making him blurt out, "Let me fuck your cunt, and I'll submit." He managed to restrain himself, but his bull-like eyes, fixed on the beauty, grew increasingly unrestrained, staring at her high, firm breasts, savoring their trembling as she spoke. Finally, suppressing his lust, he said fiercely, "It's not difficult to make me submit, as long as you can defeat this stick on my body." With that, he pulled out a "refined copper stick" from behind his back, assuming a stance, ready to attack. "Alright, it's a deal."
Xiong Gang swung the stick, striking first. Known as the "Overlord Stick," his martial arts were no joke; the stick weighed two hundred pounds, yet he wielded it effortlessly.
Mu Hanqing danced like a fairy, moving with the wind. Xiong Gang struck dozens of times, but couldn't even touch the hem of her clothes. A devilish body, veiled in purple gauze, danced a seductive dance, bewitching the soul. Her two long, snow-white legs moved powerfully; how wonderful it would be to have them wrapped around a man's waist!
Xiong Gang, captivated by the allure, lost his senses and, in a moment of carelessness, was struck on a pressure point by Mu Hanqing. With a clang, the long staff fell to the ground.
Xiong Gang's face turned ashen, still unwilling to accept defeat. He shouted, "This doesn't count! You seduced me, that's why I lost control and let you subdue me!" Mu Hanqing coldly replied, "A loss is a loss. If I were your enemy, you would be dead long ago. Why are you still listening to your nonsense?" Xiong Gang's face flushed red; he wanted to admit defeat but couldn't bear the loss of face. His eyes darted around, and suddenly he saw his still-erect penis. A thought struck him, and he said, "I haven't lost yet!" "Oh!" "Hahaha… I don't just have one staff on my body, there's another one down there! You only beat the one in my hand, so it doesn't count as a loss." Xiong Gang sneered, extremely pleased with himself.
Mu Hanqing looked at Xiong Gang without showing any anger. She gently stroked her hair and said
in a coquettish voice, "Then what should I do to surpass Master Xiong's club?" Xiong Gang remained silent, his bull-like eyes darting around, his lecherous expression speaking volumes. "Hehehe..." Mu Hanqing laughed lewdly, "You fool, if you want me, just say so. How about this, if you can catch me within the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, I'll let you do whatever you want with me." "Okay, okay, okay... I agree. If I can't catch you within the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, I'll admit defeat." Xiong Gang was overjoyed and quickly nodded in agreement.
After lighting the incense and releasing the pressure points, Xiong Gang pounced on Mu Hanqing like a tiger, but the beauty swayed her slender waist and dodged to the side. Xiong Gang tried to entangle her again, but always missed by a hair's breadth. The beauty walked gracefully, her plump, white buttocks swaying back and forth, enticing the burly man to shout and curse wildly. "Don't run, you slut, once I catch you, I'll fuck your cunt raw..." Mu Hanqing moved nimbly, his lightness skill far surpassing his, so he deliberately teased the burly man, making him pant heavily. The beauty before him was always just a hair's breadth away, and the incense was almost burned out, so he hurriedly slapped it out.
Mu Hanqing was dumbfounded, wanting to scold him, but before he could react, he was caught by the burly man.
In the midst of his breath, the beauty's body was filled with a strange fragrance, intoxicating. Xiong Gang tightly hugged Mu Hanqing, hoisted him onto his shoulder, and walked towards the side of the bed.
"Ah...you're being lazy, you can't do this...let me go..." The beauty weakly pounded on the burly man with her small hands.
After struggling for a while, she gradually lost her strength, her voice softening as she said seductively, "You're just a... shameless scoundrel." He threw the beauty onto the bed and pounced on her, forcefully tearing open the sheer fabric. A pair of snow-white, enormous breasts bounced out, towering high. Xiong Gang's eyes glazed over, drool dripping from his mouth. They were simply too beautiful; the breasts were so large, too big to be fully grasped in two hands, yet they showed no signs of sagging. The nipples were the size of soybeans, pink and tender.
Xiong Gang lowered his head and plunged between the two peaks, first licking the cleavage, then forcefully grasping one breast with his large hand, tender flesh overflowing from between his fingers. He then opened his mouth and bit into the other breast, sucking, licking, biting—using every method imaginable.
His movements were rough, showing no tenderness whatsoever.
"Ah... be gentle... it hurts," Mu Hanqing cried out in pain, her delicate brows furrowed, her body trembling slightly.
Xiong Gang ignored her, his movements becoming increasingly violent, and Mu Hanqing continued to cry out in pain. Finally, he sat directly on the beauty, stretching out his two large hands and taking turns slapping her snow-white breasts. With each slap, he would yell "Slut!" The sounds of "slap slap slap..." were incredibly lewd.
In this humiliation, Mu Hanqing found a long-lost thrill; someone had once slapped her like this... She felt her cunt was already soaking wet.
"Ah!... Hmm... Oh!... Stop hitting me, my big tits are almost... swollen from your slapping..." the beauty cried out in anguish.
At this moment, her snow-white breasts were covered with red finger marks, and Xiong Gang began to lick, knead, and bite them hard. After a while, another round of slapping followed. This cycle repeated countless times, until her two snow-white breasts were bruised and battered from the play.
The thug became more and more excited, slapping harder and harder, while yelling, "You filthy bitch, I'll teach you to pretend to be high and mighty, I'll
teach you to look down on me! Call me 'Master' now... or I'll smash your two slutty tits to pieces!" "Master...!" Her voice was sweet and cloying, even more seductive than a courtesan's. "Spare me, please... I'll never dare to do it again." The beauty was on the verge of tears, looking pitifully at the fierce man before her.
Xiong Gang sighed, feeling a pang of pity. A feeling he had never experienced before, when had he ever felt compassion? "This slut, she actually influences me!" He couldn't help but feel a surge of anger, and shouted, "You filthy bitch, spread your legs, open your cunt, I want to have a good look at it." "You bad man, no way! I'm not a courtesan, how could I do such a dirty thing?" The beauty feigned shyness, speaking in a coquettish voice.
"Slap." Xiong Gang slapped her hard across the face, cursing, "You filthy bitch, what are you pretending to be innocent for? You're a slut who's been played with and ruined, and you still dare to talk back to me!" After saying that, he casually slapped her again.
Mu Hanqing's face was filled with humiliation, but even more so with excitement. She was, after all, a used and exploited slut.
How long ago was it that the fat figure had slapped her so hard, verbally humiliated her, and back then, she had only felt worship and submission? Those old feelings were returning; was it this longing?
Seeing a flicker of excitement in the beauty's humiliated eyes, Xiong Gang realized that this slut actually liked this kind of thing. He cursed inwardly, "Damn it, I used to worship her like a fairy, but she turns out to be a whore ridden by a thousand men and fucked by ten thousand." He felt disgusted, but even more excited. He loved such slutty, wanton women, especially since the woman before him was of noble birth and as beautiful as a fairy. "Slap, slap, slap..." Several more slaps followed, making Mu Hanqing cry out, large tears streaming down her face. "Waaah...don't hit me anymore, it hurts so much, waaah...you're such a bad person...you have no pity for me at all...just kill me already...waaah..." Her fair face was slightly red and swollen from the slaps, and the beauty cried in humiliation. Xiong Gang felt something was off, wondering if he had gone too far. He scratched the back of his head, wanting to apologize, but didn't know how to begin.
Mu Hanqing was somewhat disappointed, inwardly cursing this fool, "What an insensitive idiot! He's just acting, why can't he bear it?" If it were that fat figure, he would have shown no mercy, beating him until he had no shame and begged for mercy, then making him open his mouth to drink his foul-smelling urine, then cleaning his filthy penis, and licking his dirty anus clean. Thinking of this, his cunt became even wetter.
Xiong Gang felt a little embarrassed, realizing he had been too rough, so he took the initiative to tear off the light gauze. The beauty was now completely naked. He lifted one long, snow-white leg with each hand, bending it up to the sides of the beauty's body. Looking closer, he saw the beauty's big white buttocks sticking up, her vulva pointing upwards, her carefully trimmed pubic hair shiny black, shaped like an inverted triangle, her dark red labia smooth and alluring, closed on both sides, her light brown anus with clear texture, and with those snow-white, perky buttocks, the contrast between black and white was striking. Beautiful…so beautiful…a beauty that tempts to commit crimes, and that's not all. Above her vulva, on her clitoris, was a small, gleaming golden ring.
Xiong Gang's eyes widened in disbelief. Was this the same aloof, noble, and exquisitely beautiful fairy he knew? A woman with a ring pierced through her vulva! Even the lowest prostitutes in brothels wouldn't do such a thing. In this world, what does a woman's piercing signify? It doesn't just signify lowliness; it's a symbol of "slave," a sign that a woman is completely submissive, willing to be a slave. If a woman doesn't agree, forcing her to wear it is meaningless, as it can be removed at any time. Actually, Xiong Gang had misunderstood Mu Hanqing. She had once willingly requested the ring, but time had long since passed. Yet, the ring couldn't be removed because it was the "Bliss Ring," a magical artifact of the Bliss Temple. Although Mu Hanqing felt some humiliation wearing the ring, it benefited her cultivation of the Yin-Yang cultivation technique and increased sexual pleasure, so she gradually came to terms with it.
Seeing Xiong Gang's surprised expression, Mu Hanqing didn't take it to heart. It wasn't just Xiong Gang; many of her male lovers had shown the same look, so she was used to it. Looking at Xiong Gang's dumbfounded expression, she giggled lasciviously,
"Master~, am I sexy? If 'Master' has the ability, I have even better things to show you. I'm just afraid 'Master' doesn't have that ability." Xiong Gang flew into a rage, and with a "smack," he slapped her large buttocks hard, shouting, "You filthy bitch with a piercing, dare to doubt me? Tell me what other good things I have, or I'll beat your slutty ass to a pulp!" Mu Hanqing feigned fear, avoiding Xiong Gang's fierce eyes, and said in a seductive voice, "Ah! Master Xiong, I'm so scared! Please don't hit my slutty ass." After saying this, she struggled violently, as if trying to escape Xiong Gang's clutches.
Xiong Gang, momentarily careless, let her break free. He saw this slut, on all fours, crawling on the bed like a dog, her large, snow-white, seductive buttocks swaying as she crawled, arousing Xiong Gang's uncontrollable itch.
"Fuck your mother, you slutty bitch, I'll beat you to death, you shameless slut!" Xiong Gang, consumed by lust and his temper flaring, strode over to her, grabbed her hair, and slapped her more than a dozen times, making the beauty dizzy and seeing stars, even her vulva glistening with moisture. Still not satisfied, he grabbed her hair, shoved her head onto the bed, and stepped on it with his stinking foot. Such
extreme humiliation was something even a client wouldn't do to the most despicable prostitute. Yet, at this moment, Xiong Gang used his foot to stomp on Mu Hanqing's head, his large hands not idle either, taking turns slapping her snow-white, large buttocks.
A sense of déjà vu washed over her; that obese figure had humiliated her in the same way, only more severely and humiliatingly than now. She remembered being forced to drink semen from a basin, and when she refused, the figure stomped her head into the basin, nearly choking her.
"Ah, no...it hurts...waaaah...no...waaaah...my slutty ass is going to be beaten to a pulp..." Her humiliating sobs carried a hint of excitement. This fueled Xiong Gang's sadistic desires. He rubbed his stinky feet, turned her head to the side, and then spat foul-smelling saliva onto her delicate face. "Just play with her like the lowest, most shameless slut. It's so satisfying. A fairy in public, a whore in bed. Such a gem. I wonder how she was trained." "Waaah... Master Xiong... It hurts so much. Please spare me, waaah... Don't hit me... My ass is swollen... Waaah... Let me serve you... Give you... a blowjob, lick your asshole, waaah... Please spare me." Xiong Gang couldn't believe it. He hadn't even made any requests, and this filthy whore had offered to give him a blowjob and lick his asshole. Even the lowest of whores would never offer to lick a man's asshole, after all, it was the dirtiest part of the body. But the aloof, noble, and more beautiful woman than a fairy had said it so casually, showing how many men's assholes she had licked. What a shameless, self-degrading slut. But such sluts are rare, especially one as beautiful as a fairy, as noble as a goddess, yet so shameless that even prostitutes would be ashamed. Truly a gem. He wondered who had trained such a "top-grade slut." Considering her martial arts skills far surpassed his own, yet she willingly allowed herself to be humiliated and toyed with by him, Xiong Gang felt a surge of arrogance, a sense of dominance washing over him.
He frantically slapped her large buttocks, shouting, "You filthy bitch, call me 'Daddy'! If you call me 'Daddy,' I'll spare you!" This brute loved it when the women he toyed with called him "Daddy." Gong Ruxue had been forced to do so before, and Mu Hanqing knew this perfectly well. Of course, Mu Hanqing had called many people "Daddy," and even "Grandpa," but she wasn't happy about letting this brute get away with it so easily. But then she thought better of it. After all, she needed to subdue this brute, and besides, she had just enjoyed herself; she hadn't felt this humiliation in a long time.
After being trained by the Buddha of Bliss, she always believed that she was born a slut, a wanton and shameless woman. Among the women trained by the Buddha, she was the most wanton, the most wanton, and the most shameless. The Buddha of Bliss sent the women to brothels to entertain customers, and she did the best, serving the most customers every day. The other women were picky about their customers, refusing to serve old men or beggars, but she accepted them all and treated them the same as other customers. As for why this was, she didn't know. Perhaps it was her "Body of a Hundred Charms," perhaps it was the Buddha of Bliss's deepest training of her, or perhaps it was the "Bliss Ring," or even that hateful "Jade Butterfly."
Even though she had left the Bliss Temple for more than ten years, she was still so despicable. Over the years, she didn't know how many dicks had fucked her. In the "Holy Mother Palace" on the back mountain, there were nearly a hundred male concubines. These male concubines were all kinds of people: officials, knights-errant, bandits, farmers, beggars, slaves... As for their age and appearance, she didn't care. Her only requirement was that their dicks be big. Her desires were insatiable. Before, she could only have five men serve her at a time, but after cultivating the "Mysterious Maiden Technique," she needed at least seven or eight men to satisfy her. Her vagina could be penetrated by two penises simultaneously, sometimes even three. Her anus had also been penetrated by two penises at once; three wouldn't fit. To her relief, her vagina remained pink and hadn't turned black. With so many penises, any other woman would have been turned black long ago. But her anus wasn't so lucky; its once pink chrysanthemum had now been turned light brown.
[The End]

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