The Nine Heavens Lustful Woman's Essence-Sucking Technique

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On a dark and windy night, not a single star could be seen in the sky; the sky was like a giant black curtain, shrouding the entire earth. Only occasional lights could be seen throughout the city of Tokyo. A fierce wind howled, whipping up dust and debris that swirled everywhere. The black curtain was occasionally torn apart by lightning, flashing countless golden streaks, followed by deafening thunderclaps that shook the earth. The sounds of cars and motorcycles on the ground echoed, as if a thunderbolt had rolled across the land. Every household had bolted their doors and windows, hiding indoors, afraid to venture out, knowing a torrential downpour was imminent.

In a grove of trees on the outskirts of Tokyo, the tall trees rustled and roared in the wind, the fierce gale howling through the gaps in the trees like the howling of demons. Flashes of lightning intermittently illuminated the sky and earth in a ghastly white light, followed by deafening claps of thunder, as if to blast the earth apart and tear the heavens apart.

The storm was approaching.

A deafening clap of thunder shook the heavens, and before the echoes had even faded, large raindrops began to fall on the parched earth.

Then came an even louder clap of thunder, accompanied by a torrential downpour, like a stampede of horses, its force terrifying. The sky seemed to have been ripped open by the thunder, the Milky Way overflowing and flooding the earth.

With the third clap of thunder, several flashes of lightning intertwined, instantly illuminating the dark forest as if it were daytime.

Another fierce bolt of lightning struck, instantly turning the forest a ghastly white. A figure emerged from the forest path, clad only in a black raincoat, tall and imposing, carrying what appeared to be a large black bag on his shoulder. The contents were unknown, and his gait suggested he was struggling, indicating the bag was quite heavy. A large black umbrella covered his head, obscuring his face. Who was

this person?

What was he doing in the forest on such a night?

In such a stormy and eerie place, he must be up to no good!

He suddenly stopped, shrugged, adjusted the bag on his shoulder, glanced at the misty, windswept path ahead, wiped the rain from his face, spat, cursed the terrible weather, threw down his umbrella, and strode forward.

"Whoosh!" Another flash of lightning illuminated the dark earth as if it were daytime, lighting up everything in the forest.

He was none other than Yamamoto Ijiro, the head of the Yamaguchi-gumi!

He spat out some rainwater, wiped his face again, removing the rain and sweat, revealing a resolute yet excited, slightly fearful expression.

At the end of the path stood a dilapidated stone tower, standing firm against the storm, unyielding despite its age. The tower wasn't tall, only about three stories high, but strangely, a faint light shone from the second floor, flickering but offering a touch of warmth in the darkness and the storm.

Could someone live inside?

Yamamoto Ijiro stopped before the stone tower, his face hardening with a mixture of humility, fear, and respect. He bowed slightly and said loudly and respectfully, "High Priest, I have arrived."

"Come in!" a woman's voice echoed from within the tower, ethereal yet alluring, cold yet melodious.

A woman lived in the stone tower!

What kind of woman would live in such a desolate place?

And why had Yamamoto Ijiro come to see her? Yamamoto

Ijiro straightened up, exhaled slightly, adjusted the bag on his shoulder, and stepped onto the steps leading to the tower. He pushed open a dilapidated iron door and went inside.

The tower was pitch black; nothing could be seen.

Clearly, this wasn't Yamamoto Ijiro's first time in such a place. In the absolute darkness, he steadily carried the large bag to the stairs and trudged up them.

Reaching the second floor, Yamamoto Ijiro put down the bag, his expression growing even more reverent. He stood bowed to one side, not daring to look ahead.

The second floor wasn't large, only about ten square meters. There was a recessed area on the wall opposite the stairs, where several oil lamps cast a dim, yellowish light. To the right of the stairs, against the wall, was a small iron window, through which the wind and rain occasionally blew in, making the area in front of the stairs slippery. The right side of the stairs was very dark, making it difficult to see clearly. There was a stone bed, and sitting on it was a person, presumably the woman who had let Yamamoto Ijiro in. Her hair was disheveled, making it impossible to see her face.

Seeing Yamamoto Ijiro enter, the woman said, "Thank you for your hard work." Her voice was as melodious as a nightingale's song, truly beautiful.

"Serving the High Priest is my duty. I hope the High Priest can soon master his divine skills and leave the mountain to seek revenge," Yamamoto Ijiro said, bowing his head with utmost respect.

Yamamoto Ijiro knelt down, untied the black bag, and opened it to reveal a handsome face—a young man.

He lifted the boy out of the bag; the bag was very waterproof, and the boy was completely dry, without a single raindrop.

Seeing how handsome the boy was, his eyes even gleaming in the darkness, the woman exclaimed excitedly, "Very good, very good!"

"I searched for him for a long time before finally finding him," Yamamoto Ijiro said, placing the boy in front of the woman's bed, then bending down and stepping back to his original spot.

"Very good, very good, you've worked so hard these past few days," the woman said, stroking the boy's face and praising him repeatedly, while also thanking Yamamoto Ijiro.

The woman moved her hand from the boy's face to his chest. Her expression was obscured, but her movements revealed a deep fascination. She asked, "Is it harder to find them now?"

"Yes," Yamamoto Ijiro sighed heavily. "The boy's disappearance has caused panic. The police are investigating very closely. The boys are terrified; they hardly dare to come out at night."

"Oh." The woman's hand moved from the boy's chest to his lower abdomen, continuing downwards, until it stopped at his groin, rotating and caressing him. "This is the forty-first one, isn't it? Still far from a hundred!"

"I will definitely try my best to find a hundred young men for the priest to enjoy, so that you can break free of the curse soon, see the sunlight again, and avenge me." Yamamoto Ijiro raised his head, looking at the woman with unwavering determination.

"Then you must be careful. You know, I need to enjoy a young man every day, and he must be a virgin, so I can absorb their pure yang energy and break the curse. If I don't have one for a day, all my efforts will be wasted, and I'll have to start all over again with a hundred young men. You can't be careless; whether I see the light of day again depends on you!" the woman said.

"I will definitely keep my promise to the High Priest. Besides, we have an agreement. My revenge depends entirely on you. For this, I will go through fire and water to capture a hundred young men!" Yamamoto Ijiro's face was full of ferocity, his face twisted like a tyrant.

"Hahaha..." the woman suddenly burst into laughter, saying, "You're really wicked."

"Hehehe..." Yamamoto Ijiro smiled obsequiously, "What's wrong with being wicked? As long as I can get revenge, I'll make any sacrifice."

"Good for you, otherwise how could I enjoy such handsome young men?" the woman said.

"Whoosh!" A bolt of lightning flashed, illuminating the second floor as if it were daytime.

"Ah? You...you..." Yamamoto Ijiro exclaimed, pointing at the woman's face.

The lightning vanished instantly, and the second floor returned to its previous darkness. Yamamoto Ijiro couldn't believe his eyes. What he had just seen was a face as white as snow, incredibly beautiful, a complete 180-degree change from the first time he saw her. Before, it was a devil's face; now, it was an angel's.

"Hehehe..." The woman laughed, her body trembling like a willow in the wind. She laughed, "Amazing, isn't it? Where did that face full of wrinkles, bumps, and blood clots go? I call this rejuvenation. Yesterday, after enjoying my fortieth young man, I became like this. Beautiful, isn't I? Hehehe! Do you want to touch it? Even an eighteen-year-old girl doesn't have skin as tender as mine!"

"No, no," Yamamoto Ijiro waved his hands repeatedly, as if touching a venomous snake, saying, "How dare I disrespect the priest? Congratulations, priest, your divine skill has been initially perfected."

"Not touching it is your loss!" The woman giggled, appearing particularly happy.

“If the priest has no further instructions, I will not disturb your enjoyment.” Hearing the woman’s laughter, Yamamoto Ijiro felt a stirring in his heart. “Truly a born seductress!” he thought to himself.

“Remember, one a day,” the woman instructed again. “As long as he’s a virgin, a little ugliness doesn’t matter.”

“Understood.” Yamamoto Ijiro bowed, took a few steps back, and then turned to walk down the stairs.

As Yamamoto Ijiro turned to go down the stairs, the woman’s eyes lit up again, and she murmured to herself, “A masterpiece, truly a masterpiece!”

She waved her right hand at the boy, and a gust of wind arose, scattering the boy’s clothes like butterflies. In a moment, the boy was completely naked.

The boy had very fair and strong skin, with visible muscles all over his body. He was unconscious, only his chest rising and falling slightly, indicating that he still had a trace of life. His slender body and handsome face made him a truly rare and beautiful man.

"Excellent, his essence and blood are so abundant, I really can't bear to eat him." The woman murmured to herself, her hand stroking the boy's body, reluctant to move for a long time.

"Never mind, never mind." Suddenly, the woman's hand pressed on the boy's Qihai acupoint below his abdomen, and the boy's penis slowly hardened from its limp state, growing thicker and longer, until it stood completely erect, like a giant spear pointing straight to the sky, its tip scarlet and gleaming, majestic and awe-inspiring.

"So beautiful!" the woman exclaimed, gently stroking the boy's spear with her hand, her eyes seemingly veiled in mist. After stroking it for a while, the boy's spear became even thicker, harder, and straighter. Even with countless men and countless penises to rub, seeing such a handsome spear still excited the woman.

Suddenly, the woman lifted her long skirt, stood up from the stone bed, straddled the boy, and slowly sat down on his spear. As soon as

the woman circulated her energy, her honey hole immediately became wet, flowing out a large amount of honey. The entrance to her honeyed orifice met the boy's hard, burning spear, sending a shiver through her. Her honeyed juices flowed freely, dripping onto the spearhead.

"Ah...humph!" Even though her honeyed orifice had swallowed countless spears, it was still exceptionally narrow, no less so than a young girl's, perhaps even tighter and more sensitive. The woman let out a soft moan, thrusting her hips forward, her body sinking down, her honeyed orifice swallowing the spear completely, down to its base.

The thick spearhead pressed firmly against the bottom of her honeyed orifice—it felt so good! The woman quietly savored this wonderful feeling, her honeyed orifice completely filled, full, tight, swollen, and slightly hot.

A few minutes later, the woman placed her hands on the boy's chest and began to move her hips up and down against him.

The woman slapped the boy's scrotum, and he immediately woke from his unconsciousness. Seeing the woman writhing wildly on top of him, though confused, he knew what she was doing to him. For fourteen years, he had dreamt countless times of passionately having sex with women. Now, he found himself having sex with a woman, and a beautiful one at that. Though he could hardly believe it, the intense pleasure coursing through his body forced him to accept his good fortune. He exclaimed that he was finally experiencing the pleasures of a woman.

Tears of happiness streamed down his face as he mentally cried out, "I'm having sex with a woman too!"

"Is it good?" the woman asked sweetly, a gentle smile spreading across her face.

"Mmm," the young man nodded repeatedly. The intense stimulation made him move. Although he was a virgin and his movements were somewhat clumsy, his innate instincts compelled him to thrust his hips in rhythm with the woman's movements.

Sexual intercourse between men and women was truly an innate, instinctive animalistic skill, requiring no instruction.

The woman's face was filled with lust. She took the boy's hands and pressed them against her breasts. Even through her clothes, the boy could clearly feel the fullness and firmness of her breasts, their incredible elasticity. Kneading them felt like an electric shock; the boy instinctively felt a tingling pleasure travel from her breasts to his arms, then spread throughout his body. His hands involuntarily increased the pressure, kneading and squeezing them forcefully.

The woman became wildly ecstatic, like a skilled female knight riding a steed across a vast plain, her whole body trembling and shaking, her long, flowing hair whipping back and forth, emitting frenzied cries that echoed from the second floor and the stone tower, but were quickly swallowed by the wind and rain.

Yamamoto Ijiro came down from the second floor but didn't leave. He sat quietly on the last step, listening to the woman's moans and gasps upstairs, watching the torrential rain outside. "What a lustful saint!" Yamamoto Ijiro thought to himself, lost in deep reminiscence.

Ever since Yamamoto Ijiro informed the Japanese government of Huang Qiang's whereabouts, the Japanese government offered a $100 million bounty for Huang Qiang's head. However, not only did they fail to kill Huang Qiang, but all of the world's top ten assassins were wiped out in that battle, further cementing Huang Qiang's legendary status as a killing machine. But Yamamoto Ijiro was relentless; he wouldn't rest until Huang Qiang was dead. He knew that as long as Huang Qiang lived, he, Yamamoto Ijiro, and Japan would have no good days.

After a week of agonizing deliberation, he decided to deal with the devil, summoning the most yin and evil high priestess of Japan—the Nine Yin Heavenly Maiden—to return and kill Huang Qiang, avenging himself. He had heard stories of the Nine Yin Heavenly Maiden from his father since childhood; the high priestess could do anything for the price she offered.

The Nine Yin Heavenly Maiden lived in the Devil's Forest outside Tokyo, a place perpetually shrouded in yin energy and darkness, an extremely yin and evil place, and only such a place was fit for the Nine Yin Heavenly Maiden.

After making his decision, Yamamoto Ijiro set off for the Devil's Forest. Inside the stone tower, he saw for the first time the legendary Nine Yin Goddess of Japanese folklore. Her hair was disheveled, her face covered in large and small bumps, some of which had festered and oozed foul-smelling pus and blood. Her entire body reeked of a rotting corpse, utterly repulsive and nauseating. She wore a tattered garment, its age indiscernible, riddled with holes, barely concealing her body. Her exposed skin was rough and coarse, like tree bark, seemingly crawling with bedbugs, a sight that horrified him.

For the sake of his revenge, he suppressed his fear and disgust and revealed his purpose. After several discussions, he finally reached a mutual agreement with the Nine Yin Goddess within the stone tower. The

Nine Yin Goddess, afflicted by her enemy's curse, was covered in festering sores and could not tolerate sunlight, thus she could not leave the stone tower. She needed one hundred pure virgins to serve as her furnace, absorbing their pure yang energy to break the curse on her body, restore her former appearance, and increase her power to master divine skills. Therefore, if Yamamoto Ijiro could hand over one hundred virgin boys for her to enjoy, she could break the curse, leave the mountain, and help him fulfill his wish to kill Huang Qiang.

After the two swore an oath, Yamamoto Ijiro quickly retreated from the stone tower. Unable to bear the churning stomach any longer, he vomited up his breakfast, even the food from the previous night. He continued vomiting until he expelled a large amount of gastric juice, and when he could vomit nothing more, he collapsed to the ground, gasping for breath, still shaken.

Unexpectedly, she now looked like an eighteen-year-old girl—truly beautiful! That fleeting glimpse had stirred a surge of desire in Yamamoto Ijiro; he really wanted to touch that flawless face. Now, who would imagine that just a few dozen days ago she had such a wrinkled and haggard appearance? "The Nine Yin Heavenly Maiden is indeed the Nine Yin Heavenly Maiden," he sighed, a mocking smile playing on his lips as he imagined her soon mastering her skills and trampling Huang Qiang underfoot.

The day after swearing an oath with the Nine Yin Heavenly Maiden, Yamamoto Ijiro began searching throughout Tokyo for boys aged ten to eighteen. But in today's open society, finding untouched virgins was incredibly difficult. Due to the secrecy of this operation, he only instructed a few trusted subordinates within the Yamaguchi-gumi to kidnap and abduct boys.

With several boys disappearing, their parents reported the cases, drawing the attention of the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department, who considered it an organized and premeditated kidnapping operation. A special task force was established to investigate. This made Yamamoto Ijiro's work difficult. Like today, he waited until evening to find a boy, then took advantage of the heavy rain to avoid the police and arrive here.

Luckily, it wasn't past midnight, otherwise all his efforts would have been in vain. Yamamoto Ijiro thought that if the delivery wasn't timely and he missed the Nine Yin Heavenly Maiden's time to enjoy her, he would have to find another hundred boys, which would be too troublesome. He would have to work harder in the future and expand his abduction range. Yamamoto Ijiro's gaze, fixed on the rain, suddenly gleamed in the darkness, fierce and sharp.

Upstairs, the Nine Yin Heavenly Maiden and the boy had already changed positions several times. Now the boy was on top of her, his hands gripping her large breasts, twisting and turning, his lower body thrusting like the wind, fierce as a tiger, emitting low moans of "hehe," his eyes wide open, his whole body tense, already close to his climax.

The young man, being a novice in sexual pleasure, couldn't sustain it for long. Although the Nine Yin Heavenly Maiden had stimulated his nerves with her magic, greatly enhancing his endurance and stamina, he was now nearing his limit against her powerful abilities. He lay on top of her, mechanically thrusting, his eyes bloodshot, almost delirious. The

Nine Yin Heavenly Maiden desperately wanted the young man to last longer, to enjoy prolonged sexual stimulation, which was why she had initially used her magic to stimulate his potential. But now, further stimulation was useless. She silently channeled her divine power, raising herself to the brink of orgasm, waiting to reach the peak simultaneously with the young man.

She cultivated the "Yin Yang Reversal Star Absorbing Technique," which allowed her to absorb the yang energy, blood energy, and essence of the man she was with. However, there was a condition: she had to reach orgasm at the exact moment the man ejaculated, so that her own vagina would open simultaneously when he did, allowing the Yin Yang Reversal Star Absorbing Technique to be used to its fullest potential, absorbing all of his yang energy and essence to increase her own power and nourish her body. The reason she could transform from an ugly, universally disliked woman into a beautiful eighteen-year-old girl in just forty days was due to the power of this divine skill.

The Nine Yin Heavenly Maiden's body writhed wildly, her mouth uttering long moans and low

gasps, her hair twisting wildly from side to side, her long, beautiful hair a messy bird's nest covering her face. Her hands gripped the boy's waist, desperately trying to accommodate him. "Ah!" the boy suddenly roared, thrusting his body hard into the Nine Yin Heavenly Maiden, then remaining firmly there, his whole body stiff, his face filled with an expression of pleasure, his eyes wide open, his mouth agape, as if that powerful thrust had exhausted all his strength.

At the moment the boy ejaculated, the Nine Yin Heavenly Maiden also reached the peak of her own climax, but she didn't forget to press a point on the boy's vital point, controlling him. Her flower-like opening opened, and her divine skill automatically activated, absorbing all the boy's semen into her flower-like opening, then immediately refining it, increasing her power.

The boy found himself ejaculating incessantly, unable to stop. The pleasure on his face was quickly replaced by terror. His penis throbbed and gushed forth inside the Nine Yin Heavenly Maiden's flower path.

After the semen was finished, blood spurted out. The boy was terrified, wanting to scream but finding himself unable to utter a sound.

The Nine Yin Heavenly Maiden found the boy's blood spurting exceptionally pure and abundant, and was overjoyed. This boy was worth two men. She increased her efforts, her flower path acting like a powerful vacuum cleaner, sucking up everything from the boy's body and refining it.

The boy's body quickly became emaciated, devoid of blood, and he died with a horrified expression. But the Nine Yin Heavenly Maiden didn't stop; she continued to devour his flesh and blood.

A dozen minutes later, the boy, kneeling before the Nine Yin Heavenly Maiden, was reduced to a thin layer of skin covering his bones; all the flesh had vanished. If it weren't for the Nine Yin Heavenly Maiden's hand supporting him, this skeleton covered in skin would have collapsed long ago.

After absorbing the essence, blood, and flesh from the boy, the Nine Yin Heavenly Maiden grabbed his body and threw it towards the stairwell. She then got up, climbed onto the bed, and began to fuse the essence and blood with her own.

With a "thud," something fell from above and hit the ground, startling Yamamoto Ijiro, who was lost in memories of the past. He knew the Nine Yin Heavenly Maiden had finished her work. He picked up the boy's body, tucked it under his waist, and strode out of the stone tower, disappearing into the raging storm. Chapter Two ◆ Rippling Blue Waters

At dusk, the clouds on the horizon seemed to be on fire, displaying fiery red, orange-red, and other colors, constantly changing shapes, dazzlingly beautiful.

In a villa in the suburbs of Beijing, a shirtless young man lay on a beach chair under a parasol by the pool, eyes closed, resting. Large sunglasses obscured his face. However, his exposed pectoral muscles were exceptionally well-developed, and his abdomen clearly showed eight-pack abs. A small pair of swim trunks couldn't conceal the large, bulging mass between his legs, which were long and shapely, exuding a powerful beauty.

In the azure pool, several beautiful women in brightly colored swimsuits were playing and swimming, some moving freely from one end of the pool to the other like fish, their movements graceful and harmonious in the water, as if they lived in the water, without making a splash. Three women in another corner of the pool were splashing each other, laughing and having a great time.

Suddenly, the youngest girl put her index finger to her red lips, making a shushing gesture. The other two women immediately stopped splashing and looked at her questioningly.

The little girl smiled mysteriously, turned her head and pointed with her index finger to the man lying on the beach chair on the shore. The two women understood and nodded together, their faces beaming with bright smiles. Then, the three of them silently swam to the shore, their movements equally graceful and harmonious, without making a sound.

Three women reached the shore, exchanged a smile, and with lightning speed, three slender hands grabbed the man's dangling ankles. They pulled on his feet in a single motion, then simultaneously flung him from the chair into the pool.

"Splash!" The pool erupted in a spray several meters high.

"Hehe..."

"Haha..."

"Giggle..."

The three women laughed heartily; it was a rare treat to have tricked him.

Another woman, who was swimming nearby, was also startled by the loud noise. She floated on the water, curiously looking in their direction, completely unaware of what was happening.

The three women laughed for a while, but then their laughter subsided. They stared wide-eyed at the spot where the man had fallen into the water. Aside from the splashing water, the man hadn't surfaced; he sank to the bottom like a boulder dropped into the water.

"Huh? Why didn't Brother Qiang surface?" the youngest girl asked.

"Yes! More than ten minutes have passed, could he still not have woken up?"

"Let's wait and see, he's very cunning."

More than ten minutes passed, and the surface of the water was still motionless. They could see through the water with their internal energy; at the bottom of the blue water, the man lay there motionless.

"Could Brother Qiang have drowned?" The youngest girl stepped into the water, her body bobbing up and down, looking a little worried.

“My husband can’t die that easily!”

“But it’s been almost half an hour! Should we go check on him?”

“Ling’er, what are you doing there? Where’s your husband?” The other woman came ashore, draped in a bath towel. The large towel couldn’t hide her impressive figure, especially her two breasts, which seemed unwilling to be confined by the towel, proudly protruding a large expanse of snow-white breasts and a deep cleavage.

“Sister Shan, Brother Qiang fell into the water.” The one called Ling’er was the youngest girl, and her voice trembled slightly.

“How could he fall into the water?” Zhao Shan was puzzled; he was just sleeping on the chair.

“Big sister, it was…we threw him in.” A girl lowered her head and said embarrassedly.

"Half an hour has passed, and he's still underwater."

"Then hurry up and go check on him." Zhao Shan was getting anxious. She threw off the towel on her shoulder, leaped like a dolphin, tracing a graceful arc in the air before diving into the water. She dove to the bottom, pulled the man from the depths, and then pushed off with her feet to surface.

The three girls surrounded her, anxiously asking, "Big sister, is your husband alright?"

Zhao Shan checked the man's breath—not a breath. Her face turned deathly pale. She quickly supported his chin with one hand and placed the other on his back, channeling a continuous stream of internal energy into his body.

But no matter how much internal energy she channeled, it was like throwing a stone into the sea; the man showed no reaction.

"No way? My husband is a master of martial arts; he can't just die like this, can he?"

"My husband must be playing a trick on us."

"My husband must be holding his breath."

The three women, however, calmed down. Who was their husband? A killing machine! How could a killing machine drown?

They stretched out their slender hands again, fingers half-closed, index and middle fingers forming a pincer shape, aiming for the man's arms and shoulders.

"Haha..." The man suddenly laughed loudly, slipping from Zhao Shan's grasp and rapidly sliding into the water. His magic hand flashed across the four women's bodies, and four pretty swimsuits fell off, floating on the surface.

"Ah!" The four women screamed simultaneously, their four pairs of delicate hands swiftly reaching down to surround the man.

The man moved with the agility of a fish in the water, twisting his body and breaking free from their encirclement.

"My husband is playing tricks on us again, kill him!" Zhao Shan roared, abandoning all ladylike behavior, quickly disappearing into the water to chase after the man.

"Eldest sister is angry, husband's in for a beating," one woman laughed.

"Seventh sister, let's go too! Eldest sister alone is no match for husband," Yang Ling said eagerly.

"Even if all of us sisters go, when will we ever be a match for husband? Ninth sister, don't you think so?" Seventh sister smiled slightly.

"Then we have to help our eldest sister!" Ninth Sister said, quickly chasing after the man.

"Seventh Sister, let's hurry too!" Yang Ling suddenly floated on the water, like a speedboat, and sped away across the surface.

Seventh Sister, of course, didn't lag behind. She leaned to one side, clasped her hands together in front of her, and kicked her legs in the water, shooting away like an arrow.

The man was unhurried, turning back with a wicked grin as he fled. When he saw that only Zhao Shan was chasing after him, a wicked thought arose in his heart. His rapidly swimming body suddenly stopped, silently disappearing into the water to the bottom. Then, he swiftly circled behind Zhao Shan, slowly rising from the bottom, but not surfacing, so that the three women behind him could not see him.

"Huh? Where did he go?" Zhao Shan suddenly realized that the man in front of her was gone. She stood in the water, looking around.

"Hehe..." A wicked smile flashed across the man's face. He exerted his inner energy, and his golden spear suddenly stood erect, piercing through his swimming trunks and exposed in the water. The crimson, gleaming spearhead glared angrily, its golden shaft trembling, displaying its power and eagerness.

The man approached Zhao Shan silently, holding his breath, leaving not a ripple in the air.

Zhao Shan was still looking around on the surface, oblivious to the man's approach.

The man was already behind Zhao Shan, suddenly emerging from the water. With a loud laugh, his hand flashed out and grabbed Zhao Shan's slender waist. Simultaneously, he thrust forward, his golden shaft parting the water like an arrow, accurately piercing Zhao Shan's flower path, all the way to the bottom.

"Ah...humph..." Before Zhao Shan could react, she felt something thick and hard pierce her lower body, a burning pain. Just as she was about to struggle, a familiar masculine scent filled her nostrils; she knew her husband had arrived.

"Husband, you're so naughty, always bullying Shan'er." Zhao Shan's body went limp, her flower path overflowing with love juice, moistening both her vagina and the golden shaft.

"Do you like it when your husband teases you like this?" The man grinned lewdly, leaning close to Zhao Shan's ear and breathing hot air as he spoke, his lower body thrusting in and out of her flower path.

"Mmm... ah..." Zhao Shan's flower path was rubbed back and forth by the golden spear, her whole body felt like it was about to fly, and she leaned softly against the man's chest, letting him caress her wantonly. "Ah

?" The three women who had caught up behind them didn't expect that Zhao Shan hadn't "killed" the man, but was instead being "killed" by him

. They all cried out in surprise, then without saying a word, they rushed towards them. Ninth Sister was the first to arrive. She had just stopped beside the man when Zhao Shan had already reached the peak of pleasure. "Ah..." Her mouth opened wide enough to fit a large duck egg, and a long, trembling sound came from her mouth, the lingering sound lasting for three days.

The man's golden spear suddenly thrust forward, sending Zhao Shan, who had just begun to decline from her peak, flying off the water and floating motionless, savoring the afterglow of that ultimate pleasure.

The man turned, thrusting his hips forward, his golden spear plunging face-to-face into the already spread-legged, ready-to-enter Jiu Mei's flower path.

Jiu Mei, taking advantage of the moment, moved her legs, clamping them around the man's waist, and swiftly stretched out her arms, gripping his neck. Before the man could even move, she swayed her plump buttocks, taking the initiative.

"Jiu Mei is always so proactive, haha... I like it." The man held Jiu Mei's buttocks with both hands, his feet firmly planted in the water, thrusting wildly, each thrust reaching deep, slamming into her core, each thrust eliciting a stunning moan from Jiu Mei.

"Ahhh..." Jiu Mei's hair whipped wildly, her head shaking violently, reaching the pinnacle of pleasure.

After about a hundred thrusts, Jiu Mei let out another high-pitched moan, her body stiffening, no longer moving, her hands clinging tightly to the man's neck, her head tilted back, her buttocks pressing firmly against him.

"Haha! Your turn!" The man thrust his hips forward again, sending Ninth Sister flying. He then grabbed Yang Ling, who was waiting beside him, and pulled her into his arms. One hand caressed her fully developed breasts, while the other moved down to her vulva, which felt wet and slippery, clearly indicating that he had been aroused for some time.

Yang Ling's chest was snow-white, with two bright red nipples on her breasts. The contrast between the red and white was striking, making the red appear even redder and the white even whiter. Under the man's caresses, the two nipples stood erect, dazzlingly beautiful.

"Seventh Sister, go down there." The man released his hand and touched Seventh Sister's breasts, which swayed slightly.

Seventh Sister smiled sweetly, sank into the water, and came to the man's crotch. She grabbed his penis, opened her cherry-like mouth, and swallowed it all the way to the base.

Seventh Sister held the golden spear in her mouth for a long time before spitting it out. Then, she unleashed a variety of oral techniques on the thick tip, swallowing, licking, rolling, wrapping, sucking, and sipping… After saying those words to Seventh Sister, the man lowered his head and took Yang Ling's small, bright red nipples into his mouth. At the same time, his hand, which had been caressing her vulva, freed his index and middle fingers, which slid along the crevice in her vulva, suddenly sinking into a slippery, hidden passage… Seventh Sister swallowed and spat for more than ten minutes, then released her mouth, hurriedly surfacing and panting heavily.

The man thrust his increasingly thick golden spear upwards, the thick tip forcing its way through Yang Ling's narrow passage and penetrating deep into her flower cave. He began his conquest of Yang Ling with nine shallow thrusts followed by one deep one.

After several thrusts, Yang Ling quickly reached the peak of her sexual climax.

The man, having conquered three women, showed no signs of fatigue, remaining incredibly vigorous, his penis still rock hard. He had the seventh woman lie prone in the water, his hands pressing down on her high, rounded buttocks, and thrust his penis into her damp, swampy depths from behind, beginning another conquest.

As the last wisp of cloud disappeared from the horizon, night began to fall, and the man's conquest of women slowly came to an end.

He had brought each woman to orgasm several times before ejaculating. His skill in controlling women was now highly proficient; he could control the release of his semen at will. To ensure fairness, he would give each woman his share of pleasure, ensuring everyone received his nourishment.

Who was this man? How could he possess such skill?

Who in the world knew the art of controlling women?

Of course, it was the supreme Huang Qiang!

I watched the four women slumped on the beach chairs, then glanced at the quietly lit streetlights, looked up at the sky, and felt an immense sense of satisfaction.

Since I took down one of the world's top ten assassins in Tokyo two months ago, the world has become much quieter and more desolate.

I, however, took an unusually long vacation. I first rested for half a month in Jiacheng City, then spent a month traveling across the country researching education funds. Ten days ago, I arrived in Beijing to recuperate in this secret villa of the Phoenix Assassins Group. Seven of the ten Phoenixes were out on business; only Phoenix One (Zhao Shan), Phoenix Seven, Phoenix Nine, and Phoenix Ten (Yang Ling) stayed with me.

The night was beautiful. Although only a dim waning moon shone, the sky was full of stars, clear and cloudless, a pristine blue.

"The starry sky is so beautiful! Life is so beautiful!" I couldn't help but exclaim in my heart.

Suddenly, a pink-glowing star rose from the northeast, shooting straight into the sky, then hurtling towards a pale purple star in the center. The pink light instantly enveloped the pale purple star, the pale purple growing fainter and fainter, while the pink light grew ever stronger.

I had never seen such a strange celestial phenomenon before. I stared intently, thinking to myself, "This strange celestial phenomenon... could something ominous be about to happen?" Suddenly

, a dull pain shot through my chest, as if struck by a heavy blow. The pain caused my whole body to spasm, and I lost all my strength . I rubbed my chest for a while before the pain slowly subsided. I looked up at the sky again . The sky was a clear, bright blue. Although the stars were scattered, they were all in their proper places; some were dim, some shone brightly—everything was so beautiful and harmonious. "Could it be an illusion?" I muttered to myself. ********** ... A blinding beam of light suddenly shot into the sky from the northeast, like lightning, streaking across the heavens and heading due north. In the north, a purple star, as large as a fist, was struck by the beam, shaking violently. Its purple light slowly dimmed, becoming utterly dim, and with each further shaking, it appeared even more bleak and lifeless, seemingly on the verge of collapse… The white-bearded old monk noticed this strange phenomenon and shuddered, thinking to himself, “The northeast is the Star of Lust, and the north is the Star of Purple Star. The Star of Lust invading the Star of Purple Star is an omen of great misfortune and debauchery.” “She’s currently in hiding in Japan, which is precisely in the northeast direction. But who does the Star of Purple Star in the north refer to? Why would she want to harm this person?” the old monk pondered. While continuing to observe the changes in the celestial bodies, the old monk quickly calculated with his right fingers, his expression growing increasingly grave, his brows furrowed. He took a deep breath, closed his eyes in deep thought, and after a long while, suddenly opened them. A sharp glint flashed in his eyes, followed by a look of vicissitude on his face. He murmured in a low voice, "Alas! I never expected that a moment of kindness back then would lead to this calamity. How could I stand idly by and watch this demoness dare to show herself and wreak havoc on the world? So be it, so be it. I can only return to the mortal world and end this ill-fated relationship." The old monk understood this point, and his brows relaxed again. He stared intently at the changes in the Lustful Star and the Purple Star, and a heroic spirit appeared on his face. He said, "The secrets of heaven are thus. Can human power not reverse them? Let's see if my human schemes can fight against the secrets of heaven!" Monk Wuji was knowledgeable about heaven and earth and knew people. He was well-versed in astronomy and geography, and was especially proficient in the study of celestial secrets. He was already prepared to intervene with human power in response to tonight's unusual phenomena. The monk Wuji let out a long roar, and without hesitation, unleashed his unparalleled lightness skill, transforming into a long dragon as he leaped down from the mountain peak where he had lived in seclusion for decades. He determined his direction and then sped north. He already knew that the Lustful Star corresponded to a demoness in Japan; now he was going to find the man corresponding to the Purple Star, to resolve the man's immense calamity, and thus achieve his own enlightenment. Chapter 3 ◆ Searching for the Purple Star The monk Wuji traveled north, traveling by day and resting by night, and after several days finally arrived in the capital, Beijing. He observed the celestial phenomena and learned that the Purple Star was currently in Beijing. After lodging at the Baoguo Temple on the outskirts of Beijing, the monk Wuji wandered around the city for several days, hoping to find the person corresponding to the Purple Star, to resolve his calamity, and to devise a plan to deal with the soon-to-be-born demoness. However, the world was vast, and Beijing was so large that finding someone was like finding a needle in a haystack. Although the monk Wuji possessed extraordinary abilities, finding someone he knew nothing about was beyond his reach. He didn't even know the person's age or appearance, only that it was definitely a man. With his immense power, he could sense anyone within a kilometer of him. So, during the day, Wuji Monk hired a taxi and wandered aimlessly through the streets and alleys of Beijing, and at night, he used his unparalleled power to fly and swoop across the city. Even with Wuji Monk's persistence and hard work, after ten days, he was still completely lost. ＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊"Zhao Shan, Ling'er, I'm going back to Jiacheng City this afternoon." I sat at the dining table, eating fried dough sticks and drinking millet porridge, feeling very content. Jiacheng Experimental Middle School was starting in five days, and I had to attend the opening ceremony. Besides, I'd been in Beijing for over ten days; the northern summer was unbearably hot, the south was much cooler. Most importantly, of course, there were still my women in Jiacheng City. It had been so long since I'd been intimate with them; I really missed them. "Hmm! My husband's been here for half a month now, it's time to go back and see the girls." Zhao Shan had finished breakfast, elegantly wiping her rosy lips with a tissue, and nodded. "Brother Qiang, then I'll go back with you too." Yang Ling was excited to hear about returning to Jiacheng City. "No way, you're Feng Shi, how can you just leave here? There are always missions waiting for you." I immediately refused. This little brat, she's been a Feng Shi agent for over a year, and she's still so carefree. "I knew you'd use missions to pressure me." Yang Ling pouted, looking unhappy, and said, "I miss Mommy!"

"Alright, alright, I'll take you back next time. You're part of an organization now, and the whole country is behind you." I said seriously, patiently lecturing her.

"Ling'er, if there aren't any missions in a couple of days, I'll go back with you when I have time," Zhao Shan chimed in.

"Smile! Look, your little mouth could hold two

oil bottles." I gently pinched her cheek. Yang Ling was still young, not even sixteen, and still a playful little girl ! "Your mouth is the one that can hold oil bottles!" Yang Ling's worry turned to joy.

********** ... Although each person's voice wasn't loud, the combined sound of a dozen or so voices was not to be ignored. The other people picking up passengers were puzzled to see so many beautiful women calling out "Husband!" in unison. When they saw that I was the only one waving at them, their mouths dropped open, their eyes widened, and they looked utterly incredulous. I usually keep a low profile, but these women wouldn't let me. Sigh, too many women can be a problem! I quickly pulled out sunglasses from my pocket and put them on, covering most of my face. Then I pulled a baseball cap from my pants and pulled it tightly over my head. I hurried a few steps, letting the women escort me away. Otherwise, every second I stayed was a second more dangerous. After leaving the airport, the women led me to a luxury bus—a luxury minibus from the Xueling Group! My goodness, they used a luxury minibus just to pick me up! The next day, all the major newspapers in Jiacheng City carried an explosive news story in their entertainment sections: "One Man, Ten Wives." The story was about a shocking scene at Tianfeng Airport where more than ten women simultaneously called a man "husband." These women were all beautiful, and there wasn't a hint of jealousy or rivalry. Who was this man? How could he possess such charm? The newspapers sensationalized the story, calling him a "modern Ximen Qing" (a notorious womanizer) and a "modern emperor," using terms like "despicable, shameless, vulgar," "womanizing," "corrupting social morals," and "misleading teenagers." The harsh and biting language made readers' blood boil, and they wanted to beat the man to a pulp. Luckily, the paparazzi didn't take a picture of our faces; they only included a picture of my back as the women surrounded me getting into a car next to the news article. Otherwise, I might have been dragged out and beaten by those angry men. The women laughed at me for quite a while after seeing the newspaper article. ****************** After receiving Zhao Shan's call this morning, the women unanimously put down their work and took leave to go home, preparing to welcome their emperor home. Seeing so many women made me truly happy. Thinking about it, it's been almost two months since I left Jiacheng City. I usually feed them well every day, and suddenly they've gone hungry for two months; it must have been really tough on them. The car sped along, and we arrived home quickly. As soon as I got home, the women pushed me into the bathroom. Yang Jing, the eldest sister, was also pushed in, and I thoroughly satisfied her twice while bathing. When I came out, the women had all taken off their clothes, and more than ten white, jade-like bodies were posed in different positions, welcoming the emperor's inspection. Amidst laughter, my spear stood erect, and this great and wise emperor began his inspection and conquest of his own territory, one by one. Every territory was muddy and a mess, yet the great and wise emperor forged ahead, leaving behind the essence of life in each place before departing. ******************** That night, the sky was clear, the moon hung high, and the stars were sparsely scattered, their light dimmed and almost invisible under the moon's gentle glow. Monk Wuji hovered high in the sky somewhere in Beijing, looking down upon the city that never sleeps. The avenues were still bustling with traffic, the flashing lights of cars, streetlights, and the decorative lights of skyscrapers creating a dazzling, vibrant scene. More than ten days had passed, and there had been no results. Monk Wuji sighed deeply. He had searched day and night, yet remained clueless. Tonight, he hovered high in the sky to observe the celestial phenomena again and carefully study the movement of the Purple Star. "Huh? Gone?" The Purple Star, which had been hovering above Beijing, was now gone, its whereabouts unknown. Monk Wuji was surprised. He activated his Heavenly Eye, his eyes flashing with divine light as he searched the night sky for the Purple Star's location. The bright moonlight almost completely obscured the starlight. After searching for a long time, Monk Wuji discovered that the Purple Star had moved to the southern edge of Beijing, near the location of Guangdong. The Purple Star's light was dim there; without his Heavenly Eye, it would have been completely undetectable. "Alas! It seems this old monk must head south again." Monk Wuji sighed deeply. For the sake of all living beings, and to atone for the karmic entanglements of his youth, he had no choice but to make another trip to Guangdong. High in the sky, Monk Wuji spread his sleeves, waved his hands behind him, and rode the wind towards Baoguo Temple, where he was staying. He decided to rest well that night and continue his journey to Guangdong the next day. Early the next morning, Monk Wuji boarded a southbound train. With the Beijing-Guangzhou Railway's speed upgrade, he arrived in Guangzhou in a day and a night. After spending a night in Guangzhou, and observing the celestial phenomena again, Monk Wuji finally pinpointed the exact location of the Purple Star in Jiacheng City, a coastal city in Guangdong Province. He then hurriedly traveled to Jiacheng. In Longhu District of Jiacheng City stands the ancient Tianbao Temple, built during the Tianbao era of Emperor Xuanzong of Tang Dynasty. It is a particularly popular place for devout men and women in Jiacheng to burn incense and kowtow. Although Monk Wuji had lived in seclusion for decades, he was a renowned figure in the Buddhist world, having once given lectures at Tianbao Temple. The abbot of Tianbao Temple was one of his disciples. Upon arriving in Jiacheng, Monk Wuji went directly to Tianbao Temple to stay overnight. After resting for one night, Monk Wuji resumed his arduous task of searching through the vast sea of people. ********** ... The Nine Yin Celestial Maiden was becoming increasingly beautiful. Every time Yamamoto Ijiro saw her face, his heart would surge with a raging storm, and his penis would become erect, making him unable to resist the urge to make love to her. However, he dared not, fearing for his life. Once, the Nine Yin Celestial Maiden smiled at him, and he couldn't help but ejaculate in his pants. Since then, Yamamoto Ijiro always kept his head down in front of the Nine Yin Celestial Maiden, never daring to raise his head again. "A natural beauty, a devilish lustful goddess." This was Yamamoto Ijiro's assessment of the Nine Yin Celestial Maiden.

The Nine Yin Heavenly Maiden has already slept with ninety young men. The immense pure Yang energy has not only changed her appearance, restoring her alluring face that once captivated the world, but the forbidden spell on her body is also about to be broken. Her Yin-Yang Reversal Star Absorption Technique has become incredibly refined, and she is about to master the highest twelfth level of the technique. At that time, her lower body will be as hard as steel, capable of breaking and melting steel. As long as she uses the Star Absorption Technique, the man she mates with can die from exhaustion within five seconds, and then have his essence drained and his body turned into a human-skinned skeleton within another five seconds.

"Bang! A human-skinned skeleton fell from the sky. The Nine Yin Heavenly Maiden's time was running out. This time, in less than five minutes, she had completely absorbed the boy's essence, blood, and flesh. Yamamoto Ijiro was increasingly impressed by the Nine Yin Heavenly Maiden's unparalleled skill. There were only nine left, and the Nine Yin Heavenly Maiden would be done. Nine days, just nine more days. Huang Qiang, your death is near!" "

Yamamoto, the remaining nine are crucial. You must be careful. They must be delivered before noon every day." A faint, elusive voice came from the second floor, like the tinkling of a mountain spring, the murmuring of a stream, the melodious singing of a lark, or the warbling of a nightingale. The voice was beautiful and melodious, making one imagine what kind of beautiful face the owner of the voice would have. This voice alone was enough to make one's soul swoon.

"Yes...yes." Yamamoto Ijiro quickly composed himself, appearing somewhat nervous, and said, "I've already caught several and locked them up. I guarantee they'll be delivered before noon every day."

"Noon is when yang energy is at its peak. Absorbing yang energy at this time is extremely beneficial to me."

"I want to discuss something with the High Priest."

"Go ahead."

"The High Priest is also close to mastering his divine skill. I was wondering if we could lure Huang Qiang to Tokyo? That way, we wouldn't have to bother him; he'd just come to us willingly."

"Hmm! Not bad. You decide what to do! But you must be careful with the timing."

"I will."

Yamamoto Ijiro was overjoyed to have received the Nine Yin Heavenly Maiden's approval, as if he could already see Huang Qiang dying before his eyes. He scooped up the human-skinned skeleton from the ground, strode towards the outside of the stone tower, and then threw the corpse into a dry well.

After returning home, Yamamoto Ijiro immediately hid in his room to devise a plan. He wrote it down and submitted it the next day to a member of parliament who had connections with the Yamaguchi-gumi. He instructed the prime minister to persuade him to visit the Yasukuni Shrine, which was under reconstruction. If the prime minister refused, he was to make a statement himself. The goal was to hurt the feelings of the Chinese people and incite their discontent, thus successfully luring Huang Qiang to Japan.

"Ah! Husband, harder... mmm, so good..." Yang Jing stood in front of the coffee table in front of the sofa, one foot on the table, her slender waist bent, her plump buttocks raised, loudly moaning.

I grabbed her full breasts with one hand and placed the other on her buttocks, thrusting forcefully from behind. Nine shallow thrusts followed by one deep one, my penis gently rotating nine times at the entrance of her flower path before plunging in deeply. Each heavy thrust elicited a deafening moan from Yang Jing.

Suddenly, a news report on the television in front of the coffee table caught my eye. The beautiful female news anchor said indignantly, "Yesterday, Japan's newly appointed Prime Minister Wakao Fukuda reiterated in both houses of parliament that he would visit the newly built Yasukuni Shrine and called on all Japanese people to do so. His remarks have once again aroused the anger of people throughout Asia. South Korea has seen numerous demonstrations protesting Fukuda's remarks, storming the Japanese embassy in South Korea, and burning Japanese flags. Large-scale demonstrations have also broken out in other Southeast Asian countries. Our diplomatic spokesperson just strongly condemned Fukuda's remarks at a press conference and expressed the strongest protest..."

Then, the television showed images of demonstrations in various Asian countries, with Japanese flags being burned, embassies being stormed, shops being attacked, and Japanese products being smashed... "Damn it!" I couldn't help but curse.

"Husband, fuck me! Fuck me hard... Oh... fuck me to death..." Yang Jing cried out loudly.

With the activation of the Goddess Control Technique, the golden spear, like a drill, spun and thrust in and out of Yang Jing's flower path, its body entwined with rings of the Goddess Control Technique.

"Ah...I'm going to die...I can't take it anymore...Waaah..."

Yang Jing felt the golden spear, deep within her flower core, spinning rapidly, especially its thick tip, which seemed to drill relentlessly into her flower cave. Her body convulsed uncontrollably, and a gush of nectar spurted from her flower cave, a surge of intense pleasure reaching a peak of ecstasy. The immense pleasure almost made her faint, lasting a full thirty seconds.

I picked Yang Jing up and placed her on the sofa. She was panting heavily, her body still trembling slightly, her chest heaving, her snow-white breasts still so firm.

I leaned back on the sofa, playing with her breasts while watching the news on television.

Those Japanese devils, unrepentant to the end! The Yasukuni Shrine, which I burned down last time, has been repaired in the last two or three months. These sons of bitches are now even making such appeals. Looks like I need to teach them a lesson.

My vacation seems to be over. I figured my agent would email me soon. I grabbed my laptop, logged in, and sure enough, I received an email from my agent: "Old Q, Old Q, I don't know if you've seen TV? If not, you can search it online. Japanese Prime Minister Fukuda Wakao is spouting nonsense again. Pack your bags and fly to Japan tomorrow to teach that Japanese dog Fukuda Wakao a lesson."

"No problem!" I replied to my agent with an extremely brief email.

"We've already contacted our agents in Tokyo. We'll email you the details this afternoon. Get some rest. Good luck and may you strike decisively."

"Heh! Do you think Mr. Q can fail when he takes action?"

Fukuda Wakao, wash your head and wait to die! I closed my laptop, a cold smile playing on my lips.

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