Mu Nianci's elegant attire

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Ouyang Ke is Ouyang Feng's son, though he himself is unaware of this. He calls Ouyang Feng "Uncle." Ouyang Ke doesn't understand why his uncle, despite his great skills, is always unhappy. Ouyang Ke is happy, though he can't remember when it started. His progress in martial arts can't keep up with his progress in bed. He doesn't understand why his uncle ignores women; girls' bodies are so much better!

Yang Kang is not Wanyan Honglie's son, he himself is unaware of this. He calls Wanyan Honglie "Father," and he only knows that he was born a prince named Wanyan Kang. Wanyan Kang loves martial arts; it seems nothing is more fun than practicing martial arts. Thus, he befriends a group of highly skilled martial artists: Sha Tongtian, Peng Lianhu, Lingzhi Shangren, Liang Ziweng, and Hou Tonghai. Among them, the most eye-catching is the dashing and elegant Ouyang Ke. Wanyan Kang is used to judging people by their appearance, and Ouyang Ke is quite good.

Ouyang Ke couldn't live without women. He came to the Central Plains solely to hunt for beauties. He had no ideals or ambitions, his life was quite comfortable. He was highly skilled in martial arts, and had an even more skilled uncle as his backer. He didn't need to strive for anything except women. He knew very well that every woman was different, and of course, the difference between a good woman and an ordinary one was even greater. He felt that the women around him were becoming increasingly mediocre, so he came to the Central Plains hoping to find a good woman. Sha Tongtian and Peng Lianhu had different goals; they were after wealth and status. There was nothing wrong with pursuing wealth and status, and Ouyang Ke didn't look down on them at all, but they just didn't have much in common. In comparison, the white-haired, white-bearded Liang Ziweng seemed quite congenial.

"Liang Ziweng, I heard you've acquired a rather nice young lady. Don't keep her to yourself, share her with everyone!" Ouyang Ke stopped the excited Liang Ziweng. Liang Ziweng knew Ouyang Ke's background, knew that the Western Poison was a powerful figure not to be trifled with, and also knew that Ouyang Ke was a womanizer. “Young Master Ouyang is an expert; I was just about to invite him over to give his opinion.” Actually, Liang Ziweng wasn't particularly interested in girls. He only pursued girls to cultivate the art of yin-yang replenishment for longevity, and the results were excellent. Even at over sixty, his body was as strong as a young man's, and he could still fight all night in bed. What was a girl's yin essence? He didn't know, but after a special breathing technique, being with a young girl was very comfortable. Wanyan Kang happened to pass by and, thinking the two were going to spar, wanted to join in. Since the young prince wanted to participate, he naturally couldn't refuse. Ouyang Ke didn't think much of it, but Liang Ziweng was a little worried

. Would the Sixth Prince and Princess be offended? Did sparring require a banquet? Wanyan Kang also sensed something was amiss. “You, you, go and serve the young prince,” Ouyang Ke instructed his two personal maids behind him. These were handpicked from hundreds of maids at White Camel Mountain; not only were they beautiful, but they were also skilled in social interaction. Wanyan Kang was slightly flustered. There were many maids in the palace, but none were as alluring as her. A single seductive glance seemed to melt a man's bones. Although he was nineteen, his mother and master had been very strict, and in Wanyan Kang's mind, women weren't important; what mattered was martial arts and achievements. He had overlooked the girl's charm, but when truly faced with her, he was still a young man experiencing his first stirrings of love, and couldn't help but feel a little flustered. "Master Zi has a set of amazing martial arts; the young prince must learn them," Ouyang Ke said, knowing that Wanyan Kang's nervousness stemmed from inexperience. A nineteen-year-old man without experience? Ouyang Ke found it amusing. Wanyan Kang could barely hear Ouyang Ke's words anymore. He felt his blood surging, as if a small hand was scratching at him. In reality, it was the two maids causing trouble. Not only were their expressions extremely seductive, but their alluring, tantalizingly revealing bodies exuded a captivating spring-like allure. Their low-cut necklines revealed glimpses of their bodies, releasing a subtle fragrance; their breath was like orchids, their fingers soft and gentle, enough to make this virgin body tremble uncontrollably. Was this the most seductive thing in the world? Their warm, soft bodies nestled against him, their gentle fingers touching his tense skin. Wanyan Kang felt that Ouyang Ke was laughing, and Liang Ziweng was laughing too. He couldn't appear so weak; he was the young prince. "How can we drink and chat without singing and dancing? I'll play a tune on the flute, and Master Liang, you should also bring out your treasure for everyone to see."

This was a wonderful and profound learning experience. When Wanyan Kang left Liang Ziweng's lower courtyard, he had gained a relatively deep understanding of women. He not only knew what a girl's body was like, but also reached orgasm in a woman's hands, an ejaculation he had never experienced before. While drinking, the maid's soft hands kept holding and rubbing his penis, while another massaged his back and pulled his hand to touch her electrifying body... He couldn't let his mother know about this. She wasn't angry, but her sadness was unbearable.

"Tell me, is that young prince better, or am I better?" Ouyang Ke lay naked on the bed, letting the maid massage him naked as well. The girl Liang Ziweng brought was really damn bad, Ouyang Ke was furious. "That's just a child, how can he compare to you, young master?" The maid giggled, swaying her body as the small green snake in Ouyang Ke's hand wriggled against her genitals. Ouyang Ke chuckled, quite satisfied with the massage. The maid, nestled between his legs, was becoming increasingly skilled, her tongue providing a pleasurable sensation to his penis. "Children are men too, and men can be good or bad. What do you think of the young prince?" "Young master is too kind," the maid said, leaning forward and placing her large breasts in front of Ouyang Ke's face for him to caress and suckle. "The young prince's penis is thin and long, and it seems to have almost no hair. Oh, young master, please give it to me." Ouyang Ke was slightly taken aback. Thin and long, without hair—this was unusual. Such a man could be described as inherently cold-blooded, treacherous, and cruel, with a feminine appearance. He would have to be careful when dealing with Wanyan Kang in the future. "Come on, let's see if you've improved." Ouyang Ke laughed, pinching the maid's bottom hard to signal her to come up...

It was a snowy day, not a heavy snowfall, and the streets of Nanjing were quite lively. Ouyang Ke didn't bring the maid, just strolling around by himself, quite enjoying himself. Although Nanjing was in the north, the girls were quite different from those in the Western Regions. A very unique fragrance attracted Ouyang Ke. He was very sensitive to this, because the body odor of a good woman was different from that of an ordinary woman. It was a tall girl, and although he could only see her back, she was already captivating enough, mainly because of her two long, slender legs. Ouyang Ke liked girls with long legs; usually, long legs were associated with a firm bottom. It wasn't that short-legged women's bottoms were loose, at least visually, that was the impression. Long legs could make one appear upright and elegant. Elegance isn't something that can be achieved through pretense. This girl was elegant; she wasn't wearing a skirt, just the simple trousers and jacket typical of women who travel the martial arts world. This showcased her elegance perfectly. Her shoulders were slender, her waist straight, and she walked with a light, almost floating gait. Even an ugly woman would find such a figure appealing! Ouyang Ke chuckled and quietly followed. There was no reason for disappointment; Ouyang Ke felt he had found his target. The girl was talking to a weathered old man. He saw her profile; she wasn't a stunning beauty, but she had a captivating charm—a weathered quality unlike that of ordinary women. She possessed the spiritedness of a martial arts heroine, yet also the pure innocence of a delicate young lady. What attracted him was her wandering, searching gaze. Her nose was high, her lips full; one could imagine her figure. Ouyang Ke felt a surge of desire. Her profile was also very smooth; she must be a beauty. Look at those breasts! Her skin didn't seem particularly smooth, but for a performing girl, such an aura was already quite remarkable.

A martial arts contest to find a husband? Ouyang Ke glanced at the fluttering flags and decided not to act rashly; this tall girl was his target. He then saw the young prince and his entourage. The girl was much more skilled than he had imagined; her movements were clean and efficient, making her even more captivating. Who was this young man? Ouyang Ke wasn't particularly interested in the affair between Wanyan Kang and the girl, but he found the fight between Wanyan Kang and the meddlesome young man quite amusing. While Wanyan Kang's Quanzhen Sect martial arts surprised Ouyang Ke, the young man's skills were even more chaotic, though his fierceness piqued Ouyang Ke's interest. The crucial point was that the little beggar who came to cause trouble almost instantly captured Ouyang Ke's attention; he sensed that she was no ordinary girl.

This girl was Mu Nianci, the one who intervened was Guo Jing, and the little beggar who caused trouble was Huang Rong. Of course, it was Wang Chuyi who resolved the situation. Then there was the commotion at the Prince's mansion.

Sitting in her room, Mu Nianci was deeply worried about the safety of Wang Chuyi and Guo Jing. After all, they had offended the young prince of the Wang family, a figure of considerable influence. Thinking of the young prince's handsome face, agile skills, and an unfulfilled promise, Mu Nianci blushed, her heart fluttering with an indescribable sweetness. But was it possible? She was a girl adrift in the world, while he was a wealthy young prince; their social standing was already vastly different, not to mention he was a Tartar. Her adoptive father would never approve. Would she agree? This was a deeper source of anxiety. Her life as a wanderer had taught Mu Nianci the hardships of life. Fantasy was a fruitless pursuit, perhaps sweet, but also potentially heartbreaking. She decided to forget this Tartar prince. What she needed was a home, a lover she could entrust her life to, not just a fleeting romance. Only by abandoning unrealistic fantasies could life continue. Mu Nianci was calm. There seemed to be the sound of fighting. Mu Nianci struggled to regain her senses, and indeed, there was fighting right outside the door. It seemed only she and her father were martial artists in this inn; she could hear it clearly. The sound of a spear piercing the air was none other than her adoptive father's Yang family spear technique! Mu Nianci drew her single-edged sword from beside her packed bundle, preparing to go out and help, when she saw a handsome man in flowing white robes,

fanning himself with a folding fan, standing at the door. Mu Nianci thought this white-robed man's martial arts skills were exceptionally high, and he always seemed so amiable, but she quickly sensed danger. Observing a frightened girl up close was far more accurate than scrutinizing her from a distance, Ouyang Ke thought, pleased. Mu Nianci was much more alluring up close. Although she wasn't fair-skinned, her skin was delicate, more refined than expected, and her eyes were much more lively. Her slightly trembling lips were even more seductive. Ouyang Ke, holding Mu Nianci's wrist, used the momentum to pull her into his arms. A faint fragrance wafted from the back of her neck, and his heart stirred. He reached out to kiss Mu Nianci's cheek. Mu Nianci panicked, raising her leg to kick Ouyang Ke's forehead with her toe—her last resort. She was already under this man's control. "Impressive skill," Ouyang Ke smiled slightly, grabbing Mu Nianci's ankle. Mu Nianci was forced to stand on one leg, losing her last ability to resist. This position, though not tiring, was humiliating, and the man behind her was violating her. Overwhelmed with shame and anger, Mu Nianci considered biting her tongue to commit suicide… It seemed she needed to find another way to kill herself. Biting her tongue wouldn't kill her, but it would be excruciatingly painful. Mu Nianci regretted it deeply, regretting that she hadn't died. The room was brightly lit and simply furnished, with a thick carpet on the floor. She was tied to a pillar in the center of the light. What was touching her body? Mu Nianci looked down and was immediately horrified. There were two green snakes coiled around her legs, wriggling leisurely. Mu Nianci was terrified and, before she could even scream, she fainted again.

It seemed someone was undressing her. Mu Nianci opened her eyes in horror and found herself back in a steamy room with a pool of water. She was only wearing her undergarments. Even though there were two beautiful, naked women beside her, Mu Nianci screamed and ran away. "Who...who are you?" She was terrified not only of her situation but also of the weakness in her limbs; she seemed to lack even the strength to cover her exposed body. Two women giggled and approached. "We are the master's maids, here to serve you during your bath." They pulled away Mu Nianci's hands, which were covering her chest. "Tsk tsk, what a beautiful girl! The master has excellent taste. Look at that figure, so wonderful!" Mu Nianci felt ashamed, but the two women were clearly skilled in martial arts. Her struggles were futile; her clothes were stripped off completely, leaving her with nothing but her underwear. She tried to resist, squeezing her thighs together, but when those wicked hands reached between her legs, a tingling sensation sent shivers down her spine. Through her underwear, their fingers rubbed and caressed her most sensitive areas meticulously. Feeling weak and confused, Mu Nianci had no choice but to let them remove her underwear as well. Being completely naked was shameful, and tears streamed down her face. The two maids became even more brazen…

Ouyang Ke's arrival shocked Mu Nianci greatly. All she could do was hide her body in the pool, her panic overwhelming her. Ouyang Ke smiled as he watched the maids playing in the water. Compared to Mu Nianci, the maids lacked that kind of modesty. Ouyang Ke liked girls' modesty and was captivated by their shy and alluring beauty. How could these maids be so shameless?! Mu Nianci was not only flustered but also ashamed of the women's lewdness. Thinking of her situation, she knew she couldn't escape humiliation, and tears welled up in her eyes. In fact, the humiliation had already begun. "Sister, you don't know that our young master is a man among men. He has taken a liking to you; it's your good fortune!" Unable to resist, Mu Nianci saw a man's body for the first time. All she could do was close her eyes tightly, but she still couldn't avoid the first glance. The main reason was that on that fair and smooth body, there was a terrifying fleshy strip hanging from a thick tuft of black hair, which she couldn't avoid, bringing a strange sense of panic. "I, Ouyang Ke, just don't like to force others. Don't worry, I won't touch you when you don't want to." Hearing the man's gentle voice was like a bolt from the blue. Soaked in warm water, and with the turmoil in her heart, her skin became sensitive, making the maid's touch increasingly irresistible. She could feel her legs opening, and although she resisted desperately, the effect was minimal. Her hand reached in, parting her thick pubic hair, slithering like a snake through the cleft, parting her labia, scraping the tender flesh inside with her fingernails, and brazenly rubbing her clitoris, the part she least wanted to touch. It was gentle, very comfortable, and she could feel her body trembling in this gentle massage, her heart soaring. Shame could not be completely abandoned, which created tension. This tension and comfort confused her thoughts. The pleasure didn't just come from her lower body; the caresses were thorough, the hands kneading her breasts changing rhythm, she flicked her tender nipples, sending waves of tingling and itching through her, and her passionate lips and tongue seemed to be a full-body massage from the inside out. She wanted to moan, but the feeling was strange, and what was worse, her performance was being watched by a man… “Young master, do you want it?” The maidservant serving Ouyang Ke sensed his change and quickly reached out to grasp his nipple, kneading it meticulously, pressing her body against Ouyang Ke's. Ouyang Ke was impulsive; he needed a woman's comfort now, and Mu Nianci's confused expression excited him… The pool rippled, and Mu Nianci heard the maidservant's lewd moans. She couldn't help but open her eyes and saw the maidservant's snow-white back twisting, her long hair floating on the water. She was holding onto the man's shoulders, rising and falling almost frantically, while the man's mouth held the maidservant's nipple, his gaze fixed on her face! The moment their eyes met, Mu Nianci was struck. She seemed to imagine herself like that maid, her body constantly making demands. How long could this demand, this lewdness before her eyes, this helpless situation, last?

Her body, smooth and radiant after bathing and caresses, glowed with a captivating blush. Ouyang Ke sat in a softly cushioned chair, letting the maid continue to massage his penis with her mouth—a necessary ritual after ejaculation, serving both to relieve fatigue and as a moment of self-cultivation. He watched as the naked Mu Nianci was placed in a specially designed rocking chair in the bathroom. It was specifically designed to torment women; the backrest was high and straight, with a device to secure the woman's head, allowing her to clearly see her body and everything happening to her. Her shame would slowly fade, and she would become accustomed to being naked and manipulated in front of a man. Her arms were bound behind the chair—Ouyang Ke preferred this binding method, which accentuated her breasts. The armrests were also high, used to secure her legs, completely exposing her genitals, leaving her utterly subjugated. Mu Nianci couldn't accept this treatment. She struggled frantically; such humiliation was too cruel, worse than death. The unbearable pain was that the pleasure coursing through her body hadn't subsided, and she could still feel her genitals secreting fluids. All of this was under the man's gaze. Her body and this agonizing reaction caused Mu Nianci to scream shrilly, trying to alleviate her pain. Ouyang Ke couldn't believe such a slender, graceful body possessed such full breasts; he couldn't believe Mu Nianci's body was so beautiful; he couldn't believe her blossoming genitals were so alluring. He felt himself become erect again, not because of the maid's words, but because of the mysterious stimulation from the virgin before him. Mu Nianci was very agile, tall and muscular, yet also graceful, with prominent feminine features. Her breasts were larger than most women from the Central Plains, not only large and high, but also with upturned nipples that trembled with excitement, creating a sensual scene. Her stomach was flat, her thighs were strong, and her pubic hair was thick and black, covering her entire vulva, making the cleft appear mysterious. Her vulva was full, with her brown labia majora slightly parted, writhing restlessly, revealing the bright red part within the cleft, and the clitoris, protruding from the foreskin, shyly retreating… She was a woman with a very strong sex drive, quite rare indeed. Amidst the pervasive sensuality, Mu Nianci's stubborn persistence made her even more alluring. A woman not only needs an alluring body, but also the ability to satisfy a man's desires; Ouyang Ke enjoyed savoring the allure of a stubborn woman. “Miss Mu, if you agree to stay by my side, I can guarantee you’ll be the happiest woman in the world.” Ouyang Ke pushed aside the maidservant beside him and walked to Mu Nianci’s side. He kept his promise; he didn’t touch Mu Nianci, but stared intently at her exposed private parts. The feeling of humiliation brought tears to her eyes. Mu Nianci bit her lip, weeping silently, turning her head away and staring into the void. “I said I wouldn’t force you.” Ouyang Ke smiled, walking around to present his proud penis in front of Mu Nianci. It was erect, a horrifying sight—a foot and a half long, as thick as a child’s arm, the large, bright red glans throbbing at the tip, glistening with dew. The twisted, veined flesh resembled a club, grotesque and ferocious. It was a weapon to torment a woman, and also the source of pleasure. Mu Nianci felt only disgust and fear. Although she only had a vague understanding of matters between men and women, the thought of this thing being placed inside her was undeniable. Could she bear it? She was even more terrified. The shame seemed unimportant now; she was tormented by fear. "It seems Miss Mu hasn't made up her mind yet. Someone, bring the treasure to Miss Mu," Ouyang Ke waved to his maids. What kind of treasure was it? Mu Nianci saw some maids grinning, while others showed pity. "Sister, just give in to Young Master Ouyang; you'll be happy," a kind maid tried to persuade Mu Nianci. This only intensified Mu Nianci's fear. How would he torture her like this? The answer was quickly revealed. Seeing the cold-blooded green snake coiled on the arm of the maid who entered from outside sent a chill down his spine. He watched helplessly as the maid placed the snake on his limbs; the icy coldness, the terrifying writhing, the hissing—his heart clenched, his muscles contorted, every pore on his body dilated violently in an instant. Cold sweat poured down his back; it felt as if every hair on his body was leaving him. He screamed with all his might, then fainted… “Please, let me go!” When he awoke, the green snake was still writhing on his body, tormented by the terror… Unable to endure the torment any longer, Mu Nianci realized that fear could be so powerful that it could subdue, yet not resist. Trembling, she felt as if every green snake would open its bloody jaws to bite her, searching for something on her body. Worse still, one had already begun to show interest in her genitals. Human willpower is finite, but fear is infinite. All eyes were fixed on her lower body, filled with excitement. Mu Nianci realized she had lost control of her bladder; urine was flowing. Dignity, restraint, shame—all had vanished with the wind. Could she escape this fear, or perhaps, succumb to it?

The smell of blood on her body was fishy. Mu Nianci sat blankly in the water, letting the maid wash her. Was she ready? Once clean, she would face what might not be so terrifying—the next step. Not here. Ouyang Ke was already gone, satisfied. And what about her? Mu Nianci cried out, "I haven't done anything to hurt anyone. Why am I being humiliated like this? I've just found a sweet fantasy, why is it being torn to shreds? Is this the reality that has numbed me?" " It's too cruel."

"Young Master Ouyang, what do you think of these girls? They're all carefully selected virgins from the Prince's mansion." Wanyan Kang didn't know why he had come to rescue Mu Nianci. In his eyes, Mu Nianci was at most a beautiful girl who had fallen into the world of martial arts. He would definitely see many girls like her in the future. She certainly wasn't the most beautiful, but she was the first—the first girl to attract Wanyan Kang like this. What was she? He couldn't say, but Wanyan Kang did it anyway. Actually, he was a little afraid of the seemingly kind Ouyang Ke, but he had already made up his mind. He brought Sha Tongtian and Peng Lianhu, deciding to use his status as a young prince if necessary. These desperate people of the martial arts world were only after wealth and status, even willing to fight. Sha Tongtian and Peng Lianhu didn't like Ouyang Ke much and had previously engaged in open and covert struggles. With thorough preparations, Wanyan Kang finally arrived at the west wing of Ouyang Ke's residence. He was used to considering all the consequences before acting. Since he had decided to act, he wouldn't allow himself to fail. As for the consequences, even if Ouyang Ke is arrogant and unruly, he probably wouldn't openly compete with a young prince like himself for a woman. Ouyang Ke was initially furious, but seeing this situation, he smiled. His understanding of Wanyan Kang seemed correct; he was a responsible and shrewd man.

Mu Nianci had already harbored fantasies about Wanyan Kang, and now, he had rescued her from that hellhole. Was this fantasy about to become reality? Facing Wanyan Kang's tender gaze, Mu Nianci wanted to throw herself into his arms and cry her heart out, pouring out her grievances and humiliation to him. "Miss Mu, don't be afraid. I'm here; no one will hurt you anymore." His hand trembled as he gently stroked her back. This was her man.

Things had developed to an astonishing point: Wanyan Kang had become Yang Kang, and Guo Jing was the husband her adoptive father had chosen for her. What would happen to Yang Kang? Although Guo Jing was a sincere young man, his heart had already given to Yang Kang; how could it be divided in two? Mu Nianci decided to leave as soon as possible, to escape these conflicts, and to exile herself for a while.

“You already know your true identity. You are Han Chinese, not a Tartar. How can you still be this little prince? You are not…” Mu Nianci still couldn't bear the days without Yang Kang. Seeing Yang Kang again was both a blessing and a disappointment. He still wanted to be his little prince. “Are you saying I ‘recognized a thief as my father’?” Yang Kang was furious. After the upheavals, he began to understand the world more and more clearly. Emotions were empty; they couldn't give him wealth and dignity. Hatred was illusory; what could revenge represent? He had parents, and then lost them. Everything could be lost. What was left? There was still his father, and the wealth within reach. Why should he reject the dignity, status, and future of a little prince, and instead embark on the path of revenge with an uncertain future? Realizing that he would become insignificant and humble without power, Yang Kang would rather be Wanyan Kang. He made his decision, but he still didn't want others to touch this wound. Touching it would make him irritable. Now, many people were making him feel terrified with that kind of gaze, even Mu Nianci! What right did you have to judge me? Don't think you can be arrogant just because you're a little pretty! But Yang Kang still maintained his gentleness towards Mu Nianci. He decided to deceive her, to toy with her—a form of revenge for the offense. Women were no longer unfamiliar to him, and Mu Nianci wasn't as important as she had been then, though she was still a decent woman. "You don't understand, you women only know superficial things..." Yang Kang reached out and put his arm around Mu Nianci's waist; it was very soft. Mu Nianci felt a little flustered, but didn't refuse. It was sweet; in her dreams, she had longed for such an embrace countless times. "...Is personal hatred more important than national or ethnic hatred? I am Han Chinese. I cannot watch the people of the Song Dynasty be trampled under the iron hooves of the Jin people. I would rather bear this infamy for a thousand years. I want to be a hero useful to the country, perhaps infamous. Can you trust me?" Mu Nianci was moved. She preferred to believe him. His image was more noble than ever before. Wasn't forbearance more courageous and wise than a desperate fight?

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