The Legend of the Condor Heroes: Huang Rong and Elder Peng

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New Year's Eve, at Dasheng Pass, stood the Lu Family Manor. Founded by Lu Chengfeng, one of the four great disciples of "Eastern Heretic" Huang Yaoshi, the manor was originally built on the shores of Taihu Lake, but was
burned down by "Western Poison" Ouyang Feng, and rebuilt at Dasheng Pass. The great heroes Guo Jing and Huang Rong were not only on good terms with the current manor owners, Lu Guanying and his wife, but Huang Rong was also Lu Chengfeng's
junior sister . The two families maintained a very close relationship, so whenever the fighting in Xiangyang eased, Guo Jing would always bring his wife, daughters, and disciples to stay at the manor for a few days.
The night was deep and quiet, but Huang Rong was still awake. She had spent several nights reorganizing the Beggars' Sect. Although the Beggars' Sect is a gang composed of beggars, it is, after all, the world's
largest gang. Its "Clean Clothes Faction" includes many wealthy and powerful individuals, making the management of accounts and the organization an exceptionally heavy responsibility. With the safety of Xiangyang at stake, Huang Rong has recently focused a large portion of the Beggars' Sect's resources on defending the city. It can be said that the accounts in her hands are inextricably linked to the life and death of the Song Dynasty, so
no matter how tired she is, she must manage them immediately.
After locking up the account books, Huang Rong returned to her bedroom from the study. Her husband, Guo Jing, had already fallen asleep. It wasn't that he didn't want to comfort Huang Rong, but rather that Huang Rong had requested it
. Her extraordinary charm made him unable to control himself upon meeting her. He was always eager to see her, and even when she was working, he would wait for her. Huang Rong
came to the bedside, gazing at her husband's resolute sleeping face, her heart filled with tenderness. They had been married for many years, their love deep and profound. Even their daughter was grown up, but they had
few peaceful days to enjoy. After several years of marriage, they had to raise their young child and were busy defending Xiangyang, making their intimate moments increasingly rare. Huang Rong gently stroked Guo Jing's rough
face with affection, her heart filled with respect. She sighed inwardly, "Brother Jing has aged so much over the years." Although Guo Jing had endured the harsh winds of the desert and possessed Taoist health cultivation techniques, his concern for the country and its people
had
etched ; it would be hard for outsiders to believe she was a mother. Sometimes, when she walked with Guo Fu, others would mistake them for two beautiful sisters, each with their own unique charm.
In this rare quiet moment, Huang Rong wasn't in a hurry to sleep. She gazed at the full moon outside the window, her heart filled with tender emotions, her thoughts drifting to the image of a man… "I wonder
how he is now?" The thought of "him," so deeply entangled in her mind, made Huang Rong's heart pound wildly, her cheeks burning like fire, the heat seeming to spread downwards
… Lost in thought, she was suddenly struck by several rhythmic barks from inside the room: "Woof, woof… woof woof woof…" She didn't know where the stray dog had come from on New Year's Eve, its
strange barking disturbing her peaceful sleep.
Though the barks were low, to Huang Rong's ears they sounded like a sudden clap of thunder. She jumped to her feet, her first instinct being to rush out the door, but as soon
as she opened it, the night wind cleared her head slightly, and she hesitated. She stood precariously at the door, hesitating between entering and leaving, when another bark came.
"Woof, woof...woof woof woof..." The barking continued incessantly. Huang Rong, finally unable to resist the urging in the voices, gritted her teeth, used her lightness skill, and headed towards the source of the sound
.
At first, she could control herself, consciously slowing her pace, but when the barking resumed, her heart pounded wildly
. Forgetting her status, she rushed forward at top speed. The lightness skill from Peach Blossom Island was incredibly swift; in almost a few breaths, she had followed the sound to a dilapidated temple. The abyss stretched to
the bottom, and entering it meant sinking deep inside. Although she couldn't see anyone, Huang Rong's sensitive heart felt that someone was waiting for her inside the temple—the very person who had
been holding her in her heart all these days, without fail... Forget it, every time she thought of that person's figure, she felt an overwhelming surge of emotion, an irresistible urge.
Since she was already there, she might as well make the best of it . Huang Rong was not one to hesitate; calming the turmoil in her heart, she stepped into the gloomy temple, boldly facing the greatest nightmare of her life.
There were no lights or incense in the temple, only a sliver of moonlight filtering through the dilapidated window, vaguely illuminating the ruins and the shadow of a man. Huang Rong saw,
"Were you thinking of the elder while masturbating?" Elder Peng, seeing that Huang Rong was already aroused, smiled even more lewdly, her small eyes almost squeezed into
the man's brow, her heart trembling. Although she already knew who had summoned her, seeing this person still overwhelmed her with emotion.
"You... summoned me... for what reason..." Because of her nervousness, the shrewd "Pretty Huang Rong" suddenly became incoherent.
"You always disappear suddenly...and then suddenly reappear...and then vanish without a trace. I thought you were already lying dead in the wilderness." His words were harsh, but
the concern in his tone was undeniable. His heartfelt concern, however, sank like a stone into the sea, receiving no response. Huang Rong was filled with shame, anger, and rage; tears welled in her eyes. She stamped her foot and
snapped , "If you don't speak to me...I'm leaving!" "Come here!" A deep voice echoed from the depths of the temple. Huang Rong had already made up her mind not to
give in to this person again. But hearing that long-lost voice made her mind hazy and confused. Before she could even process what was happening, her body had already buckled, and she threw herself into his arms, tears streaming down her face. She stammered,
"You…" The man didn't give Huang Rong a chance to speak. She barely managed to utter a word before her mouth was sealed shut, a thick, wet tongue forcefully shoved inside,
her own dominance, her worship. But incredibly, the woman Huang Rong, widely hailed as "the world's most beautiful," was gazing at with such affection, a man who looked like a meatball, and who
first teased… Her delicate tongue, with its sweet, pungent aroma, swept across every inch of her mouth. Hidden within its force was a masterful tongue technique, leaving Huang Rong utterly intoxicated. Her already weak
resistance completely crumbled, and she too lashed out with her tongue, their tongues intertwining endlessly. Her hands wrapped around the man's thick neck, her petite yet voluptuous body
writhing like a restless snake, constantly vying for his attention. Gone was the cool composure of the "World's Number One Gang Leader"—she was truly a long-absent, resentful woman begging her lover for affection. (
A piece of advice from an elder...) "..." Under Elder Peng's incredibly lewd and strange magic, Huang Rong was intoxicated and in a daze, as if in a dream. Her jade lips gently uttered those words that had been buried deep in her mind
for a long time. The two finally separated. Even though Huang Rong's skills were profound, the long kiss and her impulsive state of mind still made her pant heavily. It took her a while to finally speak,
panting : "You...you are always so eager. You treat me like this as soon as you arrive." The last two words, "me," were both coquettish and charming. Combined with her heavy panting
, they exuded an extraordinary allure in the dark and gloomy atmosphere.
"Aren't you the same? Just as wanton and lewd, truly worthy of being my little sex slave." The man's voice was incredibly obscene, but for Huang
Rong , it was the most irresistible temptation.
"No, you're not allowed to use those words to describe me..." She said she wouldn't, but the moment she heard the words "sex slave," Huang Rong felt a surge of
heat , and she trembled with pleasure. "Do you have any room to protest? Heh..." Huang Rong wanted to say something more, but her little mouth was sealed again. Already aroused, she
quickly became intoxicated and forgot how to speak. This kiss was much shorter and shallower, almost as soon as they touched, leaving Huang Rong reluctant to part.
She lightly pressed her index finger to her lips, with a hint of pleading: "Let me see you, okay?" Her plea was almost immediately granted. The man took out a lighter from his pocket...
As she folded the paper, she lit the candlestick beside her, the dim candlelight illuminating Huang Rong's rosy face. She gazed at the man beneath the candlelight with fascination, as if he were
a male immortal. The man was no longer young; his face was round and large, so large that his small eyes were sunken deep within them like two broad beans, both ugly and foolish.
"You've lost weight," Huang Rong said, gently stroking his face with a pained expression. Even if he had lost weight, he had become so fat; it was hard to imagine what he looked like at his heaviest.
"Life in the borderlands is hard, and the food is terrible, so losing weight is inevitable," the man said with a forced, carefree laugh. But when he laughed, his face was covered in layers of fat, forming deep
wrinkles, his eyes seemingly sunken into his flesh, utterly repulsive.
Yet Huang Rong's gaze was filled with such infatuation and reluctance; she tightly embraced the fat man's flabby neck, as if letting go would cause him to vanish into thin air.
"The borderlands? What are you doing in the borderlands?" Huang Rong asked in surprise.
Only now did she realize that the man had been missing for more than half a year, and had actually gone to the barren lands of the borderlands.
The man laughed again, his fat body bulging. "Your Beggars' Sect disciples are all over the world. If I hadn't traveled all the way to the borderlands, how would I have survived until now?" Huang Rong's face darkened slightly, and
she spat , "Nonsense! You already knew that I had already lifted the arrest warrant, and even ordered the sect members to greet you, the former elder,
properly when they see you. This escape is just an excuse. You must have other plans for going to the borderlands." The man chuckled, a hint of malice flashing in his eyes. "You also understand that I am a former elder, and I
was expelled from the sect in front of everyone. How can I still have the face to stay in China?" As soon as the man said this, Huang Rong felt a surge of grievances, and her eyes welled up with tears. "You still blame me
for kicking you out... but don't you think about how you treated people... using that magic on someone at our first meeting... I wasn't even..." Thinking of her first meeting with the man,
and the beautiful spring scenery that followed, Huang Rong lowered her head in embarrassment: "Just say one word, and I'll hand over the position of Beggar Clan leader without hesitation! How could I refuse
? I'm yours now... what else doesn't belong to you... why do you have to insult me like this?" The man revealed a smug, wicked smile, and asked softly, "I'm
getting old, my hearing isn't so good. Say it again, to whom do you belong?" Huang Rong lowered her head, shy like a young woman about to be married, and said, "I belong to you,
to Elder Peng of the Beggar Clan.
This man's magic made her kneel and surrender. Elder Peng! This man was actually Elder Peng, one of the former four great elders of the Beggar Clan, who had once used mind-controlling magic to bewitch Huang Rong and her husband
. How did he respond?"
"Hahaha!" Elder Peng laughed smugly. "Well said, well said, you truly are worthy of being my obedient slut.
After all these years, you have become even more beautiful and alluring." This time, Huang Rong did not object, but simply lowered her head and nestled gently in Elder Peng's arms, like
a gentle house cat.
"Come on, speak frankly, have you missed the elder?" Huang Rong lowered her head to her full chest, answering in a barely audible voice, "
Yes..." "Speak louder, the elder can't hear you." "Yes!" Huang Rong took a deep breath, her full breasts rising and falling beneath her thin clothes. Her
tone seemed reckless, yet her stance remained utterly submissive. "Raise your head and look at me as you answer." The lewdness in Elder Peng's voice receded, replaced
by unparalleled authority.
Huang Rong's delicate body trembled slightly, and she raised her jade-like face with a mixture of shame and joy, looking deeply into Elder Peng's eyes, saying, "Yes... Rong'er misses Elder Peng, every day, every moment, without
fail..." These words seemed to have exhausted all her strength and will; as soon as she spoke, her whole body went limp, and she could only rely on Elder Peng's strong arms to support her from collapsing to
the ground.
Elder Peng's eyes shone with a strange light, staring directly into Huang Rong's clear, icy eyes, and softly asked... "What do you miss about Elder Peng?" At the same time, a pair of demonic hands began to move.
The moment Huang Rong met his strange gaze, her heart pounded wildly, and her whole body seemed to be burning with passion. Especially when he spoke in a deep, melodious, and captivating voice,
Huang Rong felt dizzy and exhausted. Yet, beneath the softness, her body became incredibly sensitive, clearly feeling every movement of the man's hands, every
grasp and squeeze . Her confused mind and sensitive body were so contradictory yet intertwined, as if the more her body was aroused, the more her mind was lost in it... "Tell... tell Elder
... what do you miss about Elder Peng the most?" Elder Peng's voice was as gentle as a warm spring breeze, soothing Huang Rong's mind. His eyes sparkled, especially his supposedly blind left eye,
which continuously shifted with purple light, looking extremely eerie. In Huang Rong's eyes, Elder Peng's left eye was the most beautiful treasure in the world, surpassing any gemstone
. One glance was enough to captivate her, making it impossible to extricate herself.
"I miss the elder's eyes most, and the elder's... the elder's penis, and also his hands, his... and his voice..." Huang Rong murmured in her sleep, as if lost in
a dream. At this moment, her whole body exuded warmth, even her breath was warm, and she radiated a seductive aura. She seemed unable
to contain her desire, her slender waist swaying slightly, her delicate breasts rubbing against Elder Peng's full, plump chest, the friction bringing a tingling sensation to her testicles, making her heart flutter.
Even through the crevice of his flesh, his bright eyes still possessed a captivating magic. As he spoke, he placed one hand on Huang Rong's slender waist and the other grasped her full breasts,
gently kneading them a few times before unbuttoning the buttons around her neck.
"Whenever Rong'er misses Elder Peng, she can't help but... can't help but take care of herself..." Such lewd words should never have been uttered. Even under
the moonlight, the dilapidated temple was unusually dark, like a lurking beast, its jaws wide open, waiting for its prey. In Huang Rong's eyes, the gloomy temple seemed like nothingness.
Huang Rong still felt ashamed, wishing she could bury her head in Elder Peng's arms to hide her flushed face, but she couldn't bear to part with the gaze she was forced to endure.
One hand unconsciously reached towards the end of her thigh, as if to relieve the emptiness and itching there again.
"Where is your Jing-gege? Can't your Jing-gege comfort you? Are you thinking about Jing-gege's big penis when you masturbate?" Huang Rong felt a sharp pain in her heart. "
Don't mention him... please?" She continued, tears streaming down her face, her delicate features stained with tears, looking utterly pitiful.
Elder Peng put on a loving expression and said softly, "My little Rong'er, tell Elder Peng, is it because Guo Jing can't satisfy you? Have you been thinking about
Guo Jing to masturbate? If you answer obediently, I'll never mention him again." At this moment, Huang Rong's clothes had been undone, revealing her firm, snow-white, soft
breasts , like two round moons in a dark room, alluring and radiant. Elder Peng controlled her left... Half of her breast felt soft to the touch, its shape
changing with every movement. When he squeezed it hard, a glimpse of her snow-white skin was squeezed out between his fingers, its tenderness astonishing. Her sensitive breasts, wantonly played with, stirred a
deep sense of duty within her. Knowing her husband's duty to the nation and his urgent need for rest, she ordered him to rest first each night. Otherwise, given Guo Jing's straightforward nature, he would
n't be able to satisfy Huang Rong's desires. She knew that if she didn't answer honestly, Elder Peng wouldn't grant her wish. She silently apologized to Guo Jing, steeled her resolve, and said in a soft, seductive voice, "No man but
Elder Peng can satisfy...satisfy my lustful...Rong'er...sob...even Jing...Guo Jing won't do. To quell my desire, I can only think of Elder Peng..."
"Comfort..." But such a reply failed to satisfy Elder Peng. "No, no. Maybe it's been too long since you last spoke, Rong'er, why are you speaking so haltingly? Listen to me,
only this man can make her completely lose her strength after just one act of love; only in front of this man will she become a lustful
old man. I'll say it again... Look into my eyes... Look deeply... You must remember that you will always be my dearest and most beloved Rong'er... Obediently repeat
the indelible guidance deep in your mind: 'No man other than Elder Peng can satisfy the lustful Rong'er, not even Guo Jing. To quell my lust, I
can only think of Elder Peng to masturbate... I will imagine that my fingers are the elder's fingers, that he is playing with my body, playing with my mind, and the lustful Rong'er will
wholeheartedly offer herself under his teasing... Oh!' The last cry was not from Elder Peng's guidance, but from the fat man forcefully tearing open her dress, something that
had happened many years ago. " Upon hearing this, Huang Rong's body and mind softened. A mix of regret and joy washed over her, and she sighed inwardly, realizing that even after so many years, she still couldn't resist
the urge to cry out when her lower body felt a chill. Then, a thick, hard, iron-like penis, seemingly disproportionate to Elder Peng's age, was inserted into Huang Rong's flower-like opening,
connecting her with the stunning beauty.
Elder Peng, riding a horse, lowered his back, his hands supporting Huang Rong's snowy buttocks. His plump waist rhythmically thrust, each stroke hitting her most tender, most vulnerable , and most
precious part—this was true intercourse, true union.
Deep within, Huang Rong tasted the bliss of ecstasy. At this moment, Elder Peng no longer resembled a middle-aged fat man. Though still round and plump, his spirit was fierce,
his movements powerful, and his waist strength exceptionally formidable. Even if he resembled a pig, he was a majestic wild boar, a male wild boar king, a born conqueror. The one who was
conquered was naturally the object of the martial arts world's fantasies, the charismatic and eccentric leader of the Huang Da Nian gang.
The long-lost pleasure surged in like a tidal wave, washing away reason, morality, and duty, leaving only the purest lust. Huang Rong
once thought she could escape the clutches of this treacherous man, but the joy of their long-awaited reunion made her realize that she was willingly giving herself to him. She was even willing to be
his object of lust forever. A beautiful and intelligent man, admired by the world, but forced into an exceptionally lewd role as the gang leader; an elderly and obese
elder, despised by the world, but possessing extraordinary sexual skills—a seemingly contradictory pair, yet both found pleasure in it. In the instant of climax, their bodies and minds were united, forgetting who was master and who was slave; only her
exquisite figure was held tightly in the man's arms, her delicate curves pressed against his chest, her nose inhaling his familiar scent.
She knew that pleasure existed between each thrust and each orifice, until that… A sudden outburst, scattered and fragmented, then reassembled. After the reassembly, both of them possessed the power to
capture Elder Peng, who was ultimately expelled from the Beggars' Sect! But how did this man connect with Huang Rong and develop such a "close" relationship? That day, he was being pecked blind
on Huang Rong's jade-like back by a white eagle, which stroked her back and forth, as if smoothing a kitten's fur.
Huang Rong's petite, fair body lay on Elder Peng's belly, her eyes closed delicately, listening to Elder Peng's long breaths, feeling utterly vulnerable and powerless.
A weak woman, without obligations, family, country, husband, or children; she didn't care about martial arts or cunning, only endless lewd pleasure. She knew it was unrestrained, wrong, yet
she couldn't help herself. Amidst her remorse and a sense of decadent ease, a feeling of control and guilt arose within her. Perhaps this was precisely why she submitted to Elder Peng—not because of his mind-controlling techniques, but because she
was, after all, a woman yearning to be loved.
Huang Rong sensed a long-dormant weakness, not only from the excessive physical exertion of intercourse, but also because Elder Peng was a first-rate master of yin-yang cultivation, continuously absorbing her vital essence
during . This was also the main reason why, despite being past middle age, he remained so vigorous in bed. Huang Rong had always known this, but she didn't mind at all. Just now, she felt even more
remorseful for having given herself to Elder Peng, pleading, "No...please...don't mention Brother Jing...it's my fault...I'm sorry to him...please...when we were together...
" The camp was set up so that this man could gain more benefits. Perhaps it was because they had been separated for so long, but Huang Rong felt that Elder Peng was different this time. He wasn't
old or weak, but his virility in bed was even stronger. He easily satisfied her, and there was an inexplicable sense of awe emanating from him, a strange
, gentle pressure that wasn't meant to tease, but rather to infuse her with a warm, powerful energy, helping her regain her strength.
This was unprecedented. Elder Peng was known for his lewd and selfish nature, a prerequisite for practicing erotic arts. The fact that he could deplete his yang energy to help him was truly exciting and arousing for
Huang Rong . She looked up in delight, only to be greeted once again by a pair of captivating eyes.
"Sleep! Sleep! Rong'er, you're tired and weary. Get a good night's sleep, and when you wake up, continue to be my obedient little slave." The gentle, fatherly words
, the alluring gaze, and the hypnotic aura all drew Huang Rong into the sweetest of dreams. In her dream, following Elder Peng's guidance, she
slowly returned to the past, recalling their beautiful first encounter.

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