The Legend of Condor Heroes: Huang Rong Chapter 4

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Chapter Four:
After several days of brainwashing by Zhao Zhijing with various twisted and heretical doctrines, coupled with his use of seductive methods, Huang Rong's transformation was evident. Zhao Zhijing dared not delay any longer and arranged for some clothes to be purchased. Being cautious by nature, and fearing further changes due to Huang Rong on the journey, he ordered her to disguise herself as a page and set off.
The two arrived at the gate, waiting for the guards to arrange the carriage. As Huang Rong looked around, she saw three men calculating their accounts, preparing to leave. A thought immediately struck her. Coincidentally, she recognized one of them; she had met him once at the Junshan headquarters. She remembered him as an eight-bag disciple named Long Ba. Fortunately, Huang Rong's photographic memory hadn't been lost with her internal energy. This man was a branch leader, and the other two were also Beggar Clan disciples.
Seeing the three leave after calculating their accounts, Huang Rong brushed past them. Taking advantage of the moment, she lightly touched Long Ba's hand, drawing a symbol on his palm. Zhao Zhijing, observing the situation outside the shop with his hands behind his back, didn't notice.
Long Ba paused slightly, then led the two men back into the shop, feigning forgetting something. He told the innkeeper they'd left their belongings in their room, while discreetly observing Huang Rong and Zhao Zhijing.
Long Ba had already noticed several armed martial artists surrounding them, but the three of them, in a hurry, hadn't paid much attention. Now, however, he noticed they seemed to be subtly guarding the two men at the door.
The Beggars' Sect's contact talisman Huang Rong had just drawn on his palm was typically used to leave contact information in inns, restaurants, and other densely populated areas. The talisman meant "Do not act rashly."
He was suspicious, knowing this person must be connected to the Beggars' Sect. Long Ba was very alert; upon receiving this information, he quickly retreated back into the shop, awaiting Huang Rong's next move.
When they passed each other, their hands had touched, and now, upon closer inspection, he realized Huang Rong was a woman disguised as a man. He tried to recall which female member of the Beggars' Sect it was, but couldn't immediately place her.
At this moment, Huang Rong was preparing to board the carriage, and the guards followed Zhao Zhijing as he mounted his horse. Taking advantage of the slight commotion, Long Ba saw Huang Rong place her hands behind her back and make two more talismanic gestures, meaning, "The leader is in trouble; await the opportunity to rescue him." After making the gestures, Huang Rong entered the carriage and set off, surrounded by guards.
Long Ba and the two beside him both saw the two gestures and were immediately surprised and delighted.
Once Huang Rong was far away, Long Ba whispered the first talisman she had used. The other two, like Long Ba, were disciples of the Eight Bags Sect. Since the battle of Xiangyang, almost all of the Beggars' Sect's elite had been wiped out, and the sect was now led by these three.
They had come specifically to oversee the rescue of Yelü Qi after his capture. Now, having received a clue and seeing the high status of Zhao Zhijing, Huang Rong, and the others, and knowing that Huang Rong was using talismans to communicate, seemingly concealing her identity, Long Ba and the others knew it was inappropriate to reveal themselves.
All three felt there was hope of rescuing the people. After a brief discussion, they decided that Long Ba would follow Huang Rong and her group, while Chen and Xu would separately gather the disciples who had come from various places to meet in Xiangyang.
Since learning of Zhao Zhijing's purpose in coming to Xiangyang, Huang Rong had been planning a scheme to use him to rescue the people. Therefore, she did not call for help when she saw the gang members. Secondly, Zhao Zhijing's martial arts were only slightly inferior to hers, and the three eight-bag disciples might not be a match for him. If they failed, it would be better to wait for an opportunity.
Now that she knew that help had arrived behind her, Huang Rong felt much more at ease. Sitting in the carriage, she planned in her mind how to escape, how to rescue the people, and how to punish Zhao Zhijing. While thinking, she couldn't help but think of her encounters with this man over the past few days, which had been more pleasurable than anything she had ever experienced, quite different from her previous sexual encounters with Guo Jing. Thinking about it, she felt a little reluctant to part with him, and a wave of shame washed over her.
She also remembered that Long Ba reacted quickly, receiving the information and immediately returning to the shop without making a sound. When she sent the message, she was afraid of encountering a reckless person, but now that she saw Long Ba's steady and alert actions, she was finally at ease
. Zhao Zhijing and Huang Rong's group traveled without incident and moved very quickly, arriving in Xiangyang by evening. They met up with the advance guards at the city gate and headed straight for the governor's residence.
At this time, Xiangyang was still under the administration of the surrendered official Lü Wende, only the name of the country had changed, and ten thousand Mongol troops had been added to the city. There were slight changes in personnel, but the administration was still largely the same as during the Song Dynasty.
Lü Wende welcomed Zhao Zhijing into the residence, exchanged brief pleasantries, and then escorted Zhao Zhijing to his arranged lodgings. The welcoming banquet that evening is another story.
Zhao Zhijing led Huang Rong to their lodgings, thinking that Xiangyang had only recently fallen, and with Yelü Qi acting as a landmine, righteous heroes from all walks of life were coming one after another. Although he didn't know how many had been captured or killed in the past year, when he left Dadu, he still heard that heroes from all walks of life were still coming to the city fearlessly.
Danger still lurked in this place. Fearing Huang Rong might misbehave, he subdued her pressure points and arranged for guards to keep a close watch on her. He then instructed his maid to help Huang Rong change and bathe, while he himself bathed and changed before heading to Lü Wende's welcoming banquet with his entourage.
The two were old friends, having served together in Xiangyang for many years. Now that Xiangyang had fallen to the new kingdom, their reunion was filled with a sense of rebirth. During the banquet, many of the local gentry who accompanied them were also old acquaintances, and the atmosphere was very harmonious.
While enjoying the erotic dances, the guests also flirted with the female wine servers. Just as the drinking was reaching its peak, a guard rushed in and whispered a few words in Lü Wende's ear, his expression quite tense.
Upon hearing the report, Lü Wende immediately dismissed the singing and dancing, rose, and apologized to Zhao Zhijing, saying, "There has been a prison break, and I must go to investigate. Please forgive me, Daoist Master."
Zhao Zhijing was surprised to hear this and nodded, saying, "Let's go together." His mission was closely related to Yelü Qi, and he was also very worried upon hearing the news.
Lü Wende could alleviate his responsibility by having him accompany him, so he naturally did not stop him. The two hurriedly mounted their horses and set off, but halfway there, someone came to report that the prison break had been successful, and the breakers had already escaped with the prisoners, with the guards still in pursuit.
Zhao Zhijing said urgently, "Lord Lü, we must arrange for men to seal off and search the entire city as soon as possible."
Lü Wende nodded slightly. Having served as an official for many years, he had already assigned tasks, and he was not particularly pleased with Zhao Zhijing's interference. However, Zhao Zhijing was currently a favorite of Prime Minister Bayan, and it was inconvenient to offend him, so he simply gave a perfunctory reply.
When the two rushed to the prison, the guards reported that the rescued individuals were Yelü Qi and Da Wu, and that the person who had broken them out was a one-armed swordsman with extraordinary martial arts skills, capable of defeating even the guards in a single move. Zhao and Lü exchanged shocked glances upon hearing this.
Hearing that it was a one-armed man, they knew it must be Yang Guo.
Remembering Yang Guo's legendary feat of single-handedly killing the Mongol Khan, they were filled with trepidation. They had initially thought it was just some chivalrous江湖义气 (jianghu yiqi, a term referring to chivalrous heroes of the martial arts world), as rumors circulated that Yang Guo and Xiaolongnu had long since retired from the martial arts world and were no longer involved in worldly affairs; they hadn't expected to alarm this person.
Zhao Zhijing suddenly remembered that Da Wu had also escaped and inwardly cursed. He quickly parted ways with Lü Wende and rushed back to his residence.
Upon returning home, he heard that nothing unusual had happened, but Zhao Zhijing only felt relieved after seeing Huang Rong sleeping peacefully in bed.
Zhao Zhijing sat down on the edge of the bed, casually stroking Huang Rong's body. He pondered that with Yang Guo here, Xiaolongnü was naturally not far away; the two of them together were practically invincible. If they received word and came to rescue Huang Rong, he would be no match for them. What to do?
He racked his brains, wanting to get up and flee immediately, but fearing the journey would be even more dangerous and he wouldn't be able to evade Yang Guo and Xiaolongnü's pursuit. After much deliberation, it seemed that only the military camp within the city was relatively safe. Firstly, the large number
of people made it easier to hide; secondly, no matter how high one's martial arts skills, one could not be a match for a large army. Xiangyang, due to its strategic location, still had 10,000 elite Mongol troops and tens of thousands of Han soldiers stationed there. However, the commanding general, Xiao Tianyou, was a complete stranger and might not be willing to accept him. Although he was a special envoy of Prime Minister Boyan, these commanding generals were always arrogant and might not give him the time of day. Secondly, the Mongol officialdom was rife with factions, and this man, left to guard Xiangyang, unable to advance south and gain merit, might very well
fall into the hands of Bayan's rival faction. Zhao Zhijing pondered deeply, but to no avail. Just then, a guard outside reported that Lord Lü requested an audience. A thought struck him, and he hurried back to the front hall.
The two exchanged greetings and sat down. Lü Wende said, "Master Zhao, the city is quite unsafe right now. I wonder what your plans are?"
Zhao Zhijing, having roughly guessed Lü Wende's purpose, replied calmly, "Yes, I was just about to ask you, sir. I bear the Prime Minister's mission to recapture Yelü Qi. I wonder what your plans are for this."
Lu Wende smiled bitterly, thinking that escaping with his life was the priority. He nodded and said, "This matter certainly needs to be planned as soon as possible, but the safety of the Daoist Master is of utmost importance right now."
"Hehe, although
this humble Daoist is no match for Yang Guo, I am not necessarily afraid of him." Lu Wende cursed inwardly, "Why don't you, you stinking Taoist priest, go and rescue him?" But aloud he nodded and said, "I have always known that the Daoist Master's martial arts are superb. However, the Daoist Master's safety here must be my responsibility. If the Daoist Master makes a mistake, I will have difficulty explaining to the Prime Minister."
Zhao Zhijing chuckled inwardly; this was exactly what he was waiting for. Hearing this, he laughed and said, "In that case, I have troubled you, sir. Since that is the case, whatever arrangements you make, I will follow."
Lü Wende said, "Please understand, Daoist Master. Currently, only the military camp is relatively safe in Xiangyang. However, I am a demoted official, and the military commander, General Xiao, has always been at odds with me. He even ignored the Daoist Master's welcoming banquet tonight. After much thought, I have decided to escort the Daoist Master to the military camp, where you can personally contact him. I believe that out of respect for the Prime Minister, General Xiao will not refuse. What do you think, Daoist Master?"
Zhao Zhijing cursed inwardly: This bastard ignored my welcoming banquet; going there would be pointless. Shaking his head, he said, "I'm afraid that's somewhat inappropriate. Firstly, I'm a complete stranger to him, and I'm merely an ordinary guest of the Prime Minister's residence; General Xiao might not be so accommodating. Secondly, it's not customary for the military to receive local officials without their presence. Thirdly, I've come in a great hurry and haven't brought any gifts; visiting empty-handed would be even more impolite, and I'm afraid General Xiao would be even less likely to acknowledge me."
Seeing his evasive responses, Lü Wende, though resentful, knew that his words made a lot of sense. Laughing, he said, "What you say makes sense, Daoist Master. However, you are highly favored by the Prime Minister, so General Xiao must have heard of you. Of course, I will certainly accompany you. But what you said about it being impolite to go empty-handed is indeed true, and fortunately, I am prepared."
"Oh," Zhao Zhijing nodded, "It seems that you have planned everything carefully, sir. Then we will follow your arrangements."
"Yes, yes. However, there are some difficulties at the moment, and I will have to trouble you to help me resolve them." "
Oh, sir, why don't you tell me? I will do my best to help you in any way I can."
Lü Wende took a sip of tea and said, "It's a long story." Upon hearing this, Zhao Zhijing called for wine and dishes, and the two drank and chatted.
"Let's start with General Xiao. I've heard he's incredibly brave and was one of Bayan's most valiant and beloved generals. However, rumors circulate that Haidu in the north is in rebellion, and I wonder why General Xiao is involved. It's also said that after the city fell, General Xiao had many disagreements with the Prime Minister, which is why he remained here. After I took up my post, I inquired about his preferences and befriended him, hoping to coordinate relations between the local authorities and the stationed troops. As you know, the Mongol soldiers are quite arrogant, causing considerable disturbance to the local area."
"After much inquiry, I learned that General Xiao is quite fond of Han women and weapons. Afterwards, General Xiao was quite pleased to receive the gifts and met with me once. After that, the soldiers' disturbances to the people greatly decreased, for which I was very grateful. However, after that meeting, while he accepted my gifts every time, he refused to see me again, always having his deputy handle it."
"You know my position is awkward, and I fear being branded as a mere handover officer, so I have refrained from further contact with General Xiao."
"However, I have made some preparations in the past, specifically for such extraordinary times. After today's prison break, I was worried about the Daoist's safety and had no other choice but to temporarily leave the Daoist in the military camp for a few days. Thinking of my upcoming meeting with General Xiao, I prepared two gifts with me."
"Hehe, you have gone to such lengths, sir, these gifts must be of high quality." Zhao Zhijing nodded inwardly. No wonder this man was so adept at navigating social situations; he was indeed quite organized. "
I wouldn't dare. The banquet ended midway today, and I brought the gifts I prepared for the Daoist along with them."
Not long after, Guard Lü Wende brought in a comatose girl and two packages.
Zhao Zhijing first scrutinized the girl. Seeing that she had delicate features and a touch of heroism in her eyes, he couldn't help but nod slightly inwardly in admiration. He had a keen eye and had already seen through the girl's disguise. He thought that since she had preserved some of her beauty even while disguised, she must cherish her appearance and must be a beauty.
Lu Wende first opened Zhao Zhijing's gift: a tray of gold and jade jewels, and a long sword. This was customary, and Zhao Zhijing didn't refuse. He took the sword, drew it, and nodded in praise, "A fine sword."
"I'm glad you like it, Daoist Master. I've heard this sword is quite remarkable, but I don't know much about it. Could you please enlighten me?"
"You're too kind, sir. Thank you very much." Zhao Zhijing was delighted with the sword. He had loved using a sword in his younger days, but after mastering his martial arts, he switched to using his palm. He stroked the sword and said, "This sword must have been forged by a famous craftsman of the previous dynasty. It should be called 'Jade-Cutting Sword,' said to be able to cut through iron like mud. Why don't you send someone to fetch a knife to test it?"
He then ordered a guard to bring a knife, and Zhao Zhijing swung the sword, severing the long sword in one blow.
“Master, your knowledge is vast; this sword is truly yours.”
Zhao Zhijing thanked him and sheathed his sword. Lü Wende pointed at the girl and said, “We’ll talk about this girl later. Master, please take a look at the weapon I’ve prepared for General Xiao.”
The guard, upon hearing this, brought out an exquisite horse saber and presented it. Zhao Zhijing examined it for a moment, nodding repeatedly, “A fine saber. This saber is perfect for the general’s mounted combat. Your choice is excellent, sir.”
Lü Wende was also quite pleased upon hearing this. The two ordered their gifts to be put away, then returned to their seats to drink. Lü Wende pointed at the girl and said, “This girl broke into the prison half a month ago and was captured by me.”
“Oh.” Zhao Zhijing, upon hearing this, became quite interested and said, “This woman is disguised. Sir, please speak slowly. I’ll have someone fetch some disguises. Perhaps we’ll become acquaintances later.” After saying this, he ordered his men to fetch the disguises.
"Haha, this woman has been with me for some time now, but I didn't know she could disguise herself.
You truly have the insight of a Daoist master!" Lü Wende said, quite curious. Zhao Zhijing thought to himself, "What do you, a mere scholar, know about these martial arts techniques?" He replied humbly, "You're too kind, sir."
"After I captured her, she became quite fierce. I'm ashamed to say I've tried some methods to subdue her, but she still refuses to yield," Lü Wende said.
Zhao Zhijing nodded, knowing Lü Wende was also quite lecherous. With this woman in his hands, she was bound to be violated. The two exchanged lewd smiles. "I see. It seems this woman's martial arts are quite good; she must have caused you a lot of trouble, sir."
Lü Wende nodded, "Indeed, I was just about to ask you, Daoist master, how to subdue her."
Zhao Zhijing thought to himself, "Even if you eliminate her internal energy, you'll still be no match for her in a fight." Of course, this couldn't be said outright. At this moment, the guards brought out the disguise, and Zhao Zhijing personally washed away the girl's disguise, revealing her true face.
It was none other than Guo Jing's youngest daughter, Guo Xiang.
The two were immediately overjoyed. Guo Xiang, however, remained asleep due to the pressure point being controlled.
Zhao Zhijing couldn't help but feel a pang of regret. Such a beautiful girl had fallen into Lü Wende's hands; it was truly a waste. Lü Wende, however, was unexpectedly delighted, laughing, "Give this girl to General Xiao; he will surely like her."
Zhao Zhijing nodded. Firstly, Guo Xiang's beauty was rare in this era; secondly, her identity was unique. Although the officialdom might not care about the identity of "Guo Jing's daughter," most Mongols held Guo Jing in high esteem. When Guo Jing was ambushed, many Mongol generals came out to persuade him to surrender, including General Xiao. However, Guo Jing was determined to die for his country, and the generals had no choice but to let him die peacefully. After the city fell, General Xiao also made a special trip to pay respects to Guo Jing. This gift was both unique and precious to General Xiao.
Lü Wende asked with a smile, "Does the Daoist have a way to subdue this woman?"
Zhao Zhijing pondered in silence.
His homemade medicine to eliminate internal energy could only provide temporary relief; to continuously suppress it, he couldn't stop taking the medicine. Having given her away, he naturally couldn't use it on her. He had heard of things like the "Power-Dissolving Powder," but firstly, it was rare and he didn't possess it; secondly, even if he did, he wouldn't be willing to use it on Guo Xiang. Completely abolishing her martial arts would require crippling Guo Xiang's body, something Zhao Zhijing was even more unwilling to do. At this moment, he had already decided to subdue the mother and daughter flowers.
After pondering for a while, Zhao Zhijing realized that General Xiao was a high-ranking general in the army, and his martial arts skills must be considerable. He only needed to subdue Guo Xiang temporarily. He had prepared a secret medicine that would last for about half a month before its effects wore off, giving him enough time to devise a plan to rescue and subdue Guo Xiang.
Having made up his mind, Zhao Zhijing took the medicine and fed it to Guo Xiang, coaxing Lü Wende, "Now that Guo Xiang has lost her internal energy, her mere fist and foot skills should be no match for General Xiao."
Lü Wende nodded in agreement, gazing at Guo Xiang's stunning face. Recalling that he had been in the mansion for half a month without knowing anything about her, he couldn't help but feel quite annoyed. Staring at Guo Xiang's beautiful face, a thought struck him: he wanted to have some more fun with her before giving her away. He thought that Guo Xiang was powerless to resist at this moment, making it the perfect time to enjoy her. But since they were still at Zhao Zhijing's residence, Lü Wende looked at Zhao Zhijing and lewdly said, "Does the Daoist priest have any interest in this woman? Although she will belong to someone else tomorrow, she can still help the Daoist priest relieve his fatigue and desire today."
Zhao Zhijing naturally understood Lü Wende's intentions; he simply wanted to play with Guo Xiang again after learning her identity. Especially knowing her identity made the play even more enjoyable. The gift was from Lü Wende, so he naturally couldn't object and nodded, saying, "Please do as you please
, sir." Lü Wende originally intended for the two of them to enjoy themselves together, but seeing that Zhao Zhijing seemed indifferent, he felt that he would appear too eager and lose his dignity, so he said awkwardly, "Such a beauty, how can I enjoy her alone?"
Zhao Zhijing understood that he couldn't enjoy her alone and laughed loudly, "Since you have invited me, sir, it would be presumptuous of me to refuse again."
At this moment, Guo Xiang had already been taken away to bathe and clean herself and settled in a guest room, so the two of them came over together.
Seeing that Guo Xiang was still fast asleep, Lü Wende dismissed the maids and stepped forward to lift the brocade quilt, revealing Guo Xiang's naked, youthful flesh.
Guo Xiang's face resembled Huang Rong's, only younger and slightly more delicate. Her eyebrows were slightly thicker, adding a touch of heroic spirit.
Her youthful body, though already fully developed, had full, firm breasts with smooth, pink nipples, though still undeveloped, giving them a slightly immature appearance, lacking Huang Rong's rounded fullness. She
had a slender figure, a delicate waist, and jade-white legs, slightly taller and thinner than Huang Rong.
However, her delicate calves and fragrant feet were very similar to Huang Rong's, almost perfect.
The hair on her mons pubis was soft and sparse, faintly concealing her pinkish-white clitoris. The clitoris was almost entirely white, without any pigmentation. She was comparable to Huang Rong in beauty. However, her clitoris was not yet open, and the jade bead was hidden inside, lacking the mature, prominent jade bead of Huang Rong's.
Recalling Huang Rong's moist, glistening jade bead, combined with her Dragon's Breath Water Cave, Zhao Zhijing suddenly realized that Huang Rong's Dragon's Breath Cave was truly unique.
At this moment, Guo Xiang was fast asleep, one hand covering her abdomen, the other resting on her shoulder, her pink cheek slightly turned to the side, her breath faint. Her charming sleeping posture was endearing.
Lu Wende, seeing this, felt his lust rising. He glanced at Zhao Zhijing standing by the bed, knowing it was inappropriate for him to make the first move; this was the time to forge a bond of mutual pleasure. He hurriedly removed his clothes, naked, and hastily pressed himself against her. Zhao Zhijing
had intended to release Guo Xiang's pressure points and enjoy her slowly, but he hadn't expected Lu Wende to be so impatient. So, while undressing, he watched how Lu Wende would proceed.
Lu Wende, nearing fifty, though still possessing a fair and muscular physique, had become overweight and flabby. His penis, once slightly larger than average, was now erect, but appeared somewhat small compared to his obese frame.
Lu Wende eagerly kissed and licked Guo Xiang's small mouth, his heavy body pressing down on her youthful figure, making Guo Xiang quite uncomfortable in her sleep. Her delicate brows furrowed, her face showing a hint of distress. Lu Wende ignored her
, grabbing and kneading one breast with one hand, while the other parted her thighs, playing with her narrow, jade-like opening.
After a while, realizing Guo Xiang's lack of reaction, he chuckled, "Please, Daoist, release your acupoints."
He glanced at Zhao Zhijing's dangling member and was slightly startled.
Zhao Zhijing smiled upon hearing this, then patted it a few times, releasing Guo Xiang's acupoints.
Freed from her restraints, Guo Xiang quickly sensed the foreign object in her mouth. Her body felt pressured, and her tender hips were being caressed uncomfortably. Opening her eyes in a daze, she saw Lü Wende's slightly distorted, chubby face. Startled, she instinctively slapped him, then with a quick movement of her legs, her knees pressing against Lü Wende's fat belly, she pushed him away with a thud, shouting angrily, "You filthy lecher!"
However, after easily kicking Lü Wende away, Guo Xiang was somewhat surprised, realizing that her limbs were now free.
Seeing Lü Wende's disheveled state at the foot of the bed, Zhao Zhijing secretly laughed wildly.
Lü Wende, both in pain and anger, retaliated with a slap, cursing, "You brat, you dare hit me? Don't you want to live?"
Although Guo Xiang had lost her internal energy, her martial arts skills remained, and her agility far surpassed Lü Wende's. She raised her leg, blocking with her knee, and with a flick of her shin, her fragrant foot struck Lü Wende's face, almost knocking him off the bed. The kick was powerful, and Lü Wende
's face immediately swelled up on one side. Lü Wende realized he had been tricked by Zhao Zhijing and turned to glare at him.
Zhao Zhijing, knowing Lü Wende was now blaming him, chuckled to himself but quickly subdued Guo Xiang's pressure points, saying, "Don't blame me
, don't blame me. I was careless for a moment. Although she has lost her internal energy, her martial arts skills are still there. Please forgive her, sir. It's alright now." Although Lü Wende was angry, he didn't dare truly offend Zhao Zhijing, so he cursed at Guo Xiang, "Damn it, you little wench, you're really ruthless!"
Seeing Guo Xiang go limp again, he stepped forward and tentatively struck her buttocks with a vicious slap. Guo Xiang reacted, but was too weak to move. Lü Wende struck twice more, realizing Guo Xiang was indeed powerless to resist, and only then did he feel relieved.
Guo Xiang then noticed Lü Wende on the bed, and that there was someone else beside her, which surprised her greatly. After her acupoints were restricted again, she immediately tried to release them by circulating her internal energy, only to find her dantian empty and her internal energy nowhere to be found. She panicked.
Zhao Zhijing's naked appearance was different from usual, and Guo Xiang didn't recognize him at first. She desperately resisted Lü Wende, stammering, "Where are my martial arts? You...you villains, what have you done to me?"
Zhao Zhijing sat down by the bedside, reaching out to put his arm around Guo Xiang's shoulders. Although she struggled fiercely, how could she be a match for Zhao Zhijing?
He calmly held her shoulders, one hand gently caressing her slender neck, the other reaching for her breasts, lewdly laughing, "Little Guo Xiang, truly worthy of being Huang Rong's daughter, so alike."
Guo Xiang was startled by his voice, only then realizing her disguise was gone and her identity exposed.
She had been pampered and loved since childhood. Although she had been humiliated after being captured, she still possessed martial arts skills, and as long as there was an opportunity, she could find a way to save herself and take revenge; she hadn't lost hope. Secondly, her identity hadn't been exposed, so she could endure the humiliation and ignorance. Now, however, her martial arts were gone, leaving her defenseless and her identity revealed, with no way to hide it. This forced her back to her original form, turning her into a completely helpless girl, and Guo Xiang was immediately thrown into a panic.
Hearing Zhao Zhijing's words, Lü Wende responded with a lewd laugh, "Yes, if I can't have Huang Rong, having her daughter won't be bad."
He sat at the foot of the bed, immediately parting Guo Xiang's legs and reaching out to touch her delicate, beautiful vulva. Although he had previously played with Guo Xiang, back then he either used pressure points to kill her or bound her and forced her to endure humiliation and abuse. Now, however, Guo Xiang's limbs were free, her body powerless, her panicked and desperately struggling in a shameful and beautiful state, different from before. This was incredibly novel and exciting for him. Although Zhao Zhijing was caressing Guo Xiang's face, seeing her stunning beauty was pleasing to the eye and greatly aroused his lust.
Guo Xiang was currently struggling fiercely with Zhao Zhijing, one of her fragrant feet was being held and kneaded by Lü Wende's large hand, leaving only one leg unable to close its entrance, and her crotch was repeatedly breached by Lü Wende.
Although she had been defiled by Lü Wende before, this was the first time she was being played with by two men, feeling both ashamed and desperate, and terrified and helpless.
Unable to properly play with her beautiful vulva due to her struggles, Lü Wende leaned over, using his heavy body to press down on one of Guo Xiang's legs, while raising the other leg with one hand, thus fully opening Guo Xiang's tender vulva. He then leisurely touched, kneaded, and twisted it, thoroughly enjoying himself.
"No, please spare me! Waaah!" The once strong and unyielding Guo Xiang, now without her support, reverted to her girlish nature, revealing her vulnerable side. Seeing Zhao Zhijing's seemingly gentle manner, though he was also toying with her, his caresses were tender and comfortable. Seeing his handsome features and gentle face, she couldn't help but plead with him.
"Don't be afraid, it will be over soon. I will comfort you properly," Zhao Zhijing said gently.
"No, ahhh!" Feeling Lü Wende's fingers invading her shameful place, and powerless to resist, little Guo Xiang finally cried out, "Bad man, ahhh! Someone save me!" Guo Xiang finally regained her girlish tenderness, pitifully crying for help.
Hearing the girl's cries, Lü Wende's penis swelled even more, and he immediately straightened up, pressing his hands against Guo Xiang's tender hips, aiming at her still-unmoistened vulva, and without regard for anything else, thrust in all the way.
"Ahhh, it hurts!" Guo Xiang screamed, grabbing Zhao Zhijing's shoulder with a strength that seemed to come from nowhere, leaving several bruises on his shoulder.
"Damn, this feels so good." Lü Wende, his body tightly enveloped by the tender, beautiful vulva, leered at Zhao Zhijing, "I didn't expect it to feel so good. I didn't realize how much it was before, but why is this little vixen so tight today?"
The difference in status made the experience feel like heaven and earth. Sure enough, after learning Guo Xiang's true identity, and thinking that the beauty beneath him was the daughter of Guo Jing and Huang Rong, Lü Wende felt that his penis was larger and harder than usual. At the same time, Guo Xiang's vulva seemed different from usual, both tight and soft. However, there wasn't enough foreplay, and her vulva wasn't secreting enough, so the resistance to pushing and pulling was a little greater. But this also brought greater friction, stimulating Lü Wende's penis until the veins bulged.
Guo Xiang, on the other hand, was suffering greatly. Guo Xiang's soft flesh was too sensitive, and the dry friction was extremely painful. She lay on Zhao Zhijing's shoulder, shaking her head and crying, "No! Please, spare me!"
Having lost all her internal energy and martial arts skills today, and with her identity exposed, Guo Xiang had lost all hope of saving herself. She no longer had her previous strength and revealed the most vulnerable side of a young girl.
"Someone save me, sob sob."
Zhao Zhijing stroked Guo Xiang's hair tenderly and caressed her delicate breasts, whispering, "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, it will be over soon."
"The Daoist is indeed extraordinary." Lü Wende didn't expect Zhao Zhijing to treat Guo Xiang so gently. He continued thrusting his penis while panting heavily.
"The master is indeed brave." Although he despised Lü Wende's vulgarity, such brutality was truly futile, but he could only mutter a hint of mockery.
"That little vixen's mouth tastes pretty good too, Daoist Master, wouldn't you like to try it?" Lü Wende leered, reaching out to grab her other breast and fondling it, kneading it for a while before gently twisting the erect nipple.
At this moment, Guo Xiang was being played with by the two men, her body gradually reacting instinctively, her body's fluids thickening, the initial pain subsiding. While not exactly pleasurable, a comfortable pleasure slowly welled up where Zhao Zhijing was caressing her, starting from a single point, slowly spreading, gradually permeating her previously abused body, and gently spreading to every inch of her being. It soothed and dispelled the pain in her heart and body.
Guo Xiang sensed the separation between Zhao Zhijing and Lü Wende, looking at Zhao Zhijing pleadingly, "Save me!"
Zhao Zhijing smiled without speaking, his movements becoming even gentler, caressing her beautiful cheeks, pink lips, and delicate nose while kissing her small mouth, gently savoring her trembling lips.
A moment later, one hand gently caressed Guo Xiang's fair back down to her slender neck, while the other slid from her breasts along her snow-white collarbone to her ear, lightly caressing her soft, pink, almost translucent earlobe. His gentle gaze soothed the fear and helplessness welling in Guo Xiang's beautiful eyes.
Guo Xiang was half-asleep, half-asleep, like a gentle ocean, half-
asleep, like a raging storm. Lu Wende controlled the speed of his thrusts, seeing that Zhao Zhijing remained unhurried and unmoved, his erection still only half-erect, and chuckled, "Is this little vixen not to the Daoist's liking?"
Zhao Zhijing ignored him, continuing to patiently kiss Guo Xiang, licking away the tear stains on her beautiful face, then turning to savor her rosy, white earlobe.
Guo Xiang's lower body was being frantically thrust into, while her upper body, caressed by Zhao Zhijing, seemed to be filled with a sense of longing. She couldn't help but respond to Zhao Zhijing while softly pleading, "Save me, I... I'd rather be with you."
"Haha, Daoist is indeed powerful, this little vixen has actually fallen for you."
Seeing Guo Xiang's differential treatment, Lü Wende couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy. He thrust forcefully a few more times, cursing, "Damn it, I'm working so hard, and this little vixen only wants to kiss me."
Saying this, he pulled Guo Xiang close, his large mouth capturing her lips in a fierce kiss.
This was actually quite disrespectful to Zhao Zhijing, but since they were both seeking pleasure, there was no need for formalities, and Zhao Zhijing naturally wouldn't hold this minor offense against him.
Guo Xiang was pulled by Lü Wende, her posture now straddling his kneeling waist. Although she tried her best to shake her head and twist her waist to resist Lü Wende, her body had already been limp from being violated, seemingly without any strength left. After struggling for a few moments, Guo Xiang was firmly pinned down by Lü Wende, her upper body pressed against his fleshy frame, his face covered in saliva as he kissed her relentlessly.
"No! Ah, you lecherous scoundrel, you'll die a horrible death!"
"Haha, I should have died long ago. Living now is all about enjoyment," Lü Wende laughed wildly.
Taking advantage of the situation, Zhao Zhijing sat behind Guo Xiang, his legs spread apart, pressing his white dragon spear against her firm, white buttocks and slowly rubbing it. One hand caressed her slender, slightly thin arm, the other caressed her soft waist and snowy back, moving from bottom to top, from top to bottom, sometimes gently pinching and lifting a soft flesh on her snowy back, sometimes sliding down to her white buttocks and playing with it with his fingers.
Guo Xiang felt as if she had been split in two, one half being Zhao Zhijing's delicate caresses, the other half being Lü Wende's vulgar and depraved play, one half being tender beauty, the other half being unbearable humiliation.
"Damn it, you little vixen, half-dead." Guo Xiang struggled but couldn't break free, and helplessly gave up, letting Lü Wende play with her without responding. In contrast to her attitude towards Zhao Zhijing, Lü Wende roared, "It's all the same, what's the difference? You act like you're dead when you see me."
Having suffered repeated humiliations at Lü Wende's hands, Guo Xiang hated this scoundrel intensely. Although her body's instincts were gradually shifting, her flower chamber was experiencing a tingling, pleasurable sensation, her body was growing hotter and softer, her breathing was becoming rapid, and she was even about to let out an unbearable moan, Guo Xiang still refused to submit to Lü Wende.
In truth, Zhao Zhijing and Lü Wende were no different; both were lecherous scoundrels who toyed with her, only their methods differed. Moreover, Guo Xiang vaguely guessed that her loss of martial arts was related to Zhao Zhijing, and she should have hated him even more for extinguishing her hope. But for some reason, Guo Xiang felt no hatred whatsoever for Zhao Zhijing.
Unbeknownst to him, Lü Wende had been thrusting for nearly a quarter of an hour, repeatedly trying to ejaculate but managing to hold it back. Finally, overcome by anger, he lost control, his penis thrusting fiercely as he ejaculated.
"Ugh—" Lü Wende gritted his teeth, pressing against Guo Xiang's soft spot, unleashing wave after wave of rage upon her flower garden.
"Hah." With the final thrust, Lü Wende was almost exhausted from ejaculating. He pushed Guo Xiang away, fell backward, and gasped for breath.
Seeing that he had finished and Guo Xiang had been pushed back, Zhao Zhijing freed one arm to embrace her. Hearing that Guo Xiang was also panting and covered in sweat, he knew that the little girl had probably also experienced a small climax. He kissed her fragrant neck and stroked her soft buttocks, feeling her delicate body trembling slightly, in the afterglow of her orgasm. He then gently caressed her to prolong the pleasure.
Lü Wende, panting heavily, noticed that Guo Xiang, under Zhao Zhijing's caresses, had actually turned around and embraced him back. Not only that, he even awkwardly touched Zhao Zhijing's body. What angered him even more was that Guo Xiang actually kissed Zhao Zhijing back, and even pressed her body against his chest, gently kissing his pectoral muscles. Lü Wende was furious.
To be honest, Guo Xiang's breakdown and submission were mostly due to Lü Wende.
Guo Xiang had been captured and abused by Lü Wende for half a month, and was already on the verge of collapse. However, she still had hope in her heart, her martial arts skills were not lost, and she had a way to save herself. Her identity had not been exposed, and the shame could still be endured, just like the woman who was humiliated on the bus today, as long as she was not discovered, she could endure the humiliation.
Today, with her hopes shattered and her identity exposed, Guo Xiang, already humiliated and on the verge of collapse, plummeted.
The stark contrast between Zhao Zhijing's gentleness and Lü Wende's brutality caused her to concentrate her hatred for both men on Lü Wende alone. If only Zhao Zhijing had been toying with Guo Xiang, she might have resented him too, but the contrast with the foolish Lü Wende made him seem acceptable.
Lü Wende clearly didn't understand this, and while Zhao Zhijing was also unaware of the reasoning, he somehow understood it.
Lü Wende watched as Zhao Zhijing turned Guo Xiang around, fondling her breasts and buttocks, playing with her hips, and kissing her lips.
Guo Xiang not only allowed himself to be played with but also responded actively. When his breasts were touched, she thrust them forward; when his buttocks were touched, she lifted them; when his hips were touched, she tucked in her stomach; when they kissed, their tongues intertwined.
Lu Wende was furious. He immediately got out of bed to take his medicine, thinking to himself that he would make this little vixen completely submissive tonight.
Guo Xiang's climax was gradually subsiding, but under Zhao Zhijing's gentle caresses, a new sense of beauty slowly gathered. At this moment, she seemed to have forgotten that there was a fat man watching her lewd act, or perhaps Guo Xiang was intentionally letting herself go to please Zhao Zhijing. When Zhao Zhijing explored her private parts, she supported herself on the bed with her hands and actively raised her hips, seemingly welcoming the caresses of Zhao Zhijing's magical hands.
Although her body seemed to be actively responding, Guo Xiang was still a young girl and was too shy to open her eyes, keeping her face down for fear that Zhao Zhijing would see through her.
In fact, not only was Zhao Zhijing aware of her body's reaction, but even Lu Wende, who was sitting in a chair recovering his strength after taking his medicine, saw it clearly.
Zhao Zhijing, intent on subduing her, unleashed his full power. He first laid Guo Xiang flat on her back in a comfortable position, then hoisted her slightly trembling, delicate legs onto his shoulders. He pressed his half-exposed white dragon spear against her beautiful vulva, parted her tender petals, and gently massaged her slightly erect clitoris. With both hands, he cupped one of her small, snow-white, almost transparent feet, its veins subtly visible, and began to savor and lick her toes one by one.
Guo Xiang had never imagined that someone would hold her feet so gently. Although she was usually very clean, her feet would sweat from walking and easily accumulate odor. Moreover, since she had been subdued, her body had become unclean, and she hadn't cleaned herself as thoroughly as usual. She rarely changed into clean clothes and socks, and now, even the thought of her beautiful feet made her feel incredibly dirty. She couldn't help but blush and say, "No, there, there's so dirty."
Zhao Zhijing smiled without speaking, kissing one foot and then moving on to the other. Guo Xiang was both shy and beautiful. Her shy and beautiful body was soft and trembling, her shy and beautiful face seemed to be both happy and shy, and her beautiful feet couldn't help but contract, wanting to pull back, yet also secretly hoping to be loved again.
Lu Wende watched with both admiration and anger, and his penis became erect again.
After kissing her fragrant feet, Zhao Zhijing kissed his way up her legs from her ankles, his tongue dancing on her beautiful legs, licking, touching, kneading and rolling.
Sometimes he would lightly touch in circles, sometimes he would lick and slide, sometimes he would fix his acupoints and knead, sometimes he would roll and feel numb.
When he reached her tender inner thighs, little Guo Xiang was already soft and numb, her beautiful vulva was dripping with cream, and her beautiful buttocks and hips were completely wet.
At this moment, her penis was swollen and full, standing tall and pretty. Her petals opened, her labia slightly parted, holding half of the glans and trembling slightly.
Guo Xiang felt her breathing become more rapid, her soft white skin rising and falling.
Her slender waist twisted and writhed, her nipples, like pearls of pepper, stood tall and graceful.
Her long, beautiful neck murmured softly, her delicate lips parted as if about to close.
Her beautiful eyebrows furrowed and then relaxed, her tightly closed eyelashes trembling.
Seeing Guo Xiang's passionate and alluring demeanor, Zhao Zhijing's "White Dragon Spear" gradually swelled, its veins bulging, displaying a majestic and ferocious appearance. Lu Wende,
seeing that Zhao Zhijing's spear was more than twice the size of his own, was astonished and impressed, but unexpectedly, his "White Dragon Spear" seemed to still have room to grow, slowly still rising.
At this moment, Zhao Zhijing was also filled with lust; this young girl's face resembled Huang Rong, and her youthful innocence resembled Little Dragon Girl, seemingly possessing the beauty of both. Zhao Zhijing felt his breath quicken, his hands resting on Guo Xiang's tender hips, slowly pushing his spear, whose head was already inside her mouth.
"Ah, no!" Guo Xiang couldn't help but cover her mouth and eyes with her hands, letting out a deep, passionate moan.
Upon hearing this, Lü Wende trembled, his erect penis throbbing even more, filled with a mixture of excitement and jealousy. "This little vixen, she really knows how to moan, she almost made me moan!"
As his fiery spear penetrated deeper, the tight, narrow, and warm orifice rippled and writhed with heat.
The ample foreplay guided the indescribable fullness and richness of the white dragon spear, instantly filling her mind. The beauty radiated from there, rapidly spreading to every nerve ending in her body, bringing Guo Xiang an unprecedentedly beautiful surge of pleasure.
"Ah, ah---" A long, joyful cry suddenly rang out, breaking through the suppressed restraint, abandoning girlish shyness, unleashing a torrent of pleasure, endless and unrestrained...
Zhao Zhijing pressed tightly against Guo Xiang's flower core, but Guo Xiang's flower core was not as deep as Huang Rong's. She was only halfway in when the white dragon spear thrust in, creating an intimate kissing posture.
The clitoris is a woman's most sensitive spot. Guo Xiang's long-accumulated, near-collapse-like pleasure combined with the unparalleled beauty of her clitoris blooming and releasing vaginal fluids, instantly bringing her to a sublime climax. Her vaginal muscles moistened and secreted aphrodisiac fluids, and her clitoris bloomed and released vaginal fluids. The double pleasure carried Guo Xiang as if she were ascending to heaven, lost in a daze, moaning repeatedly.
"Ah, so beautiful, ah--"
Guo Xiang's body arched, her snow-white skin flushed and trembled, her small hands covering her tightly bitten lips, her beautiful eyes closed in embarrassment as her body arched, trembled, and whimpered...
wave after wave, seemingly endless, each wave higher than the last, bringing the shy
, beautiful, pitiful, and melodious Guo Xiang into a surging ocean of beauty, immersing her, submerging her... Watching Guo Xiang's infinite expressions of beauty and allure, shyness and sorrow, pity and grief, Zhao Zhijing struggled against her clitoris, his penis desperately resisting the endless layers of soft flesh of her vagina, the rolling waves stimulating his engorged seminal gate. He gritted his teeth, resisting wave after wave of urge to ejaculate.
Until Guo Xiang, as if waking from a dream, suddenly went limp, her beautiful eyes glistening with tears, moaning softly.
Seeing such beauty, Zhao Zhijing couldn't help but lean down, sucking on her tears. He reached out and embraced the young woman, comforting her.
...
After an unknown amount of time, drifting and swaying, Guo Xiang felt as if she were dying and coming back to life, her body still limp and languid, but finally able to open her eyes, glancing at the person before her, her expression complex as she murmured softly. "Ah, no, I... am I dead?"
Zhao Zhijing comforted her lovingly, smiling, "Beautiful, isn't it?"
Guo Xiang, blushing, closed her eyes tightly again.
Seeing his lust flare up, Lü Wende said, "Daoist, I can't take it anymore."
Zhao Zhijing chuckled coldly, pulling Guo Xiang onto his hips and spreading her legs wide. He thrust his white dragon spear deeper, whispering, "I'm going to start."
Guo Xiang buried her pink face in Zhao Zhijing's shoulder, letting out a soft whimper, whether in response or a moan, was unclear.
Zhao Zhijing slowly thrust in and out, feeling the soft, yielding folds of flesh in her vagina, each thrust striking her clitoris, causing Guo Xiang to tremble and sway with the rhythm.
"No, ah, it hurts so much, no!" Guo Xiang moaned softly.
The girl was completely exhausted, limp on his spear, each thrust causing her to tremble all over. Knowing her delicate body, Zhao Zhijing supported her snowy buttocks, separating her clitoris from his spear.
"Thank you," Guo Xiang said with a complex expression.
"Want more?" Zhao Zhijing asked gently.
"Ah, no, no!" Guo Xiang felt as if her body was about to fall apart, as if the spear had pierced her flower chamber. She was truly frightened. "No, no more."
"Hmm." Zhao Zhijing slowly withdrew the spear and laid her flat on the bed. Seeing that little Guo Xiang was curled up as if she was about to fall asleep, he pulled up the quilt to cover her.
"I...I'm not done yet," Lü Wende said sheepishly. Seeing that Zhao Zhijing hadn't ejaculated, he stopped talking.
"Let me call a maid for you, sir. This girl is untouched; she just ejaculated quite a bit. If she's injured tonight, it won't be easy to give her away tomorrow," Zhao Zhijing said.
"Very well, Daoist Master, you have excellent skills. I must ask you to teach me a thing or two in the future.
" "Of course, of course."

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