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"The nameless lecherous thief

is a blind man!"

"The great hero is a fool!"

"The great hero is an idiot!" "

These few words are the conclusions I've drawn after years of wandering the martial world and countless life-or-death battles with chivalrous individuals.

My name is Wu Ming, and I'm not some chivalrous hero. On the contrary, I'm a lecherous thief. A villainous character who serves to highlight the chivalrous spirit of these heroes.

Fortunately, my late father was farsighted; from the moment he gave me this name, he destined me to live a life of obscurity—although I've broken more hymens than the most infamous lecherous thieves in the history of the martial world combined, not many people know I'm a lecherous thief. Apart from the beauties I've enslaved, almost no one knows I'm a lecherous thief.

The reason I'm not famous is because I don't want to be.

These days, it's all about heroes rescuing beauties. In the martial world, there are plenty of bachelors who can't find a beautiful wife; you could kill a whole bunch of them with a stone thrown in their blindness. If they knew there was someone like me, ready-made to win the hearts of their lustful beauties, they would have..." They lined up, eager to hunt me down. I couldn't so easily and leisurely indulge myself with this newly abducted martial arts beauty—Lan Xinru, the Jade Maiden of Tianshan.

Since I was to be a lecherous thief despised even by those "righteous" demonic cultivators, I naturally needed to know how to conceal my identity and disguise myself. The laughable thing is that many of my fellow thieves didn't even understand this basic common sense of being a lecherous thief. Those fools who left a mark after each act of lechery, as if afraid others wouldn't know it was them, and those… Those self-proclaimed "number one lecher" villains, boasting of their notorious and shameless behavior throughout the martial arts world, are truly incredibly stupid. To call them pigs is an insult to all pigs in the world; to call them heretics is an insult to all evil and crooked paths.

Isn't that right? Am I wrong? These "famous" guys are either captured and have their "little brothers" cut off, rendering them incapable of ever recovering, or they've been surrounded and captured by a large group of righteous people, their martial arts crippled, and sent to the authorities, ultimately being executed at the execution ground.

"Aren't you known as the Jade Maiden of Tianshan? Why are you moaning like the most wanton whore in a brothel?"

The Jade Maiden of Tianshan, renowned throughout the martial arts world for her purity, is now like a bitch in heat, lying on the headboard, her snow-white buttocks raised high as I fuck her from behind. With my vigorous thrusting, she moans lasciviously like a cat in heat.

"Ugh, you beast! Ugh!" "Oh!" she cursed at me while writhing her hips to meet my violent thrusts, the sound of our bodies slapping against each other echoing.

"You're already so lewd after just being deflowered, what will you be like in the future?" I stood by the bed, continuing my piston-like movements, my hands constantly playing with her enormous breasts, the size of papayas, from behind—they were incredibly bouncy. What martial arts saintess, what a Heavenly Maiden, it's all a lie, she's a total meat bomb.

"Ugh...no...ah, you lewd...ah!"

Lan Xinru beneath me had long lost her mind under my defilement. On the surface, she cursed me with moans, but in reality, she was frantically responding to my lust.

So good! Enjoying this peerless beauty beneath me, watching the copious amounts of nectar mixed with her own blood flowing from our point of union, I felt immensely triumphant.

"Scream louder, hahaha, you damned master, dear senior brother, did you hear me?" "I really have to thank you all. If it weren't for you, I wouldn't have been able to sleep with this martial arts saintess, hahaha..."

Hearing me call her fiancé's name, Lan Xinru seemed to sober up a bit. She stubbornly tried to wriggle her hips to get away from me, enduring the waves of pleasure surging through her body. Suddenly, my large penis was passively pulled out of her body, exposed to the air.

Trying to leave? No way! I gripped her huge breasts with my ten fingers and pushed back with all my might.

"Ah!"

My large penis plunged back in, deeply penetrating Lan Xinru's body. The intense pleasure and the pain of having her virginity taken by the enemy who murdered her fiancé intertwined. Lan Xinru was in agony amidst the ecstasy, tears streaming down her face, but it greatly satisfied my sense of conquest.

"Hahaha, my future sister-in-law, you enjoyed being raped by me, didn't you? Hearing your plaintive moans is more satisfying than conquering a hundred virgins!" Seeing Lan Xinru beneath me, caught between pain and ecstasy, filled me with immense pride. Hahaha, what white-clad knight, what unwavering love? Your wives have all been fucked to their hearts' content by me! "

Prepare for the final climax!" I shouted into Lan Xinru's ear, feeling myself nearing my limit.

"No! Don't!" Lan Xinru cried out beneath me, begging me to withdraw, but her body, seeking even greater pleasure, shamelessly clenched my massive penis.

"This final shot is dedicated to those righteous people who have helped me countless times, hahaha!" "I delivered the final, powerful blow, my penis plunging deep into Lan Xinru's body.

*Plop, plop*, scalding molten lava poured into Lan Xinru's body, wave after wave.

"No…" Lan Xinru finally succumbed to the physical ecstasy and immense mental anguish, screaming loudly before her eyes rolled back and she fainted. Her body trembled uncontrollably like a wounded lamb.

"Reached your limit so quickly? Dream on! A virgin's first time shouldn't be without a proper three-part penetration!" "

After I ejaculated, I immediately changed positions and began a second round of rape against Lan Xinru, not wanting to stop for even a moment.

My benevolent and righteous senior brother, do you know? Your fiancée was having such a good time being fucked by me, hahaha...

Chapter One: My Master Potian

I am an 'unknown' lecher, though my identity is extremely despicable and vile. My master, however, is very famous and revered by everyone in the martial arts world. My background is not some crooked sect or a low-class sect that produces lowly scum, but a truly genuine..." The Righteous Sect, a truly prestigious and righteous sect—renowned throughout the martial world, its fame resounds throughout the universe, known to everyone from children to the elderly, its reputation is widespread, its chivalry soars to the heavens, its heroic spirit

soars to the clouds—bearing countless accolades and praises, it is the number one sect in the martial world. My master, Long Potian, whose original name was Long Huaiyu, is known in the martial world as handsome, chivalrous, and invincible… the Heavenly Martial Venerable (the praise preceding these four characters is longer than the combined names of all the disciples of the Righteous Sect).

My master truly lives up to these titles; his swordsmanship is unparalleled, his lightness skill is unparalleled, his internal energy is unparalleled, and his fist techniques… My master was the best in the world, and his footwork was unparalleled. At

sixteen, he ventured into the martial world, wielding an iron sword, wielding iron fists, and possessing steel feet. He fought his way across the land, defeating countless so-called masters of swordsmanship, saber fighting, and fist techniques. He also kicked countless others claiming to be the best in Fujian, the best in swordsmanship, or the best in leg techniques across seven provinces.

After thirty, my master never suffered another defeat, achieving a grand slam of titles against these supposedly undisputed masters. One day, a friend visited, and after a few rounds of drinks… He told my master that the name Huaiyu was too feminine and unworthy of a great hero. My master then changed his name to Potian, a name that seemed to shatter even the heavens.

At the age of thirty-three, my master founded the Righteous School, taking in numerous disciples, eventually amassing over three thousand followers. His prestige in the martial arts world surpassed even that of traditional schools like Shaolin and Wudang, which relied on their ancestors' legacy.

Although he had thousands of disciples, he was extremely strict in accepting them. Including me, his worthless, lecherous, and dissolute disciple, there were only thirteen of us in total, and I was his last disciple.

I consider myself fairly talented, because someone chosen by the number one person in the world couldn't possibly be a fool, could they? Don't insult my master's judgment.

However, I have one major flaw: laziness, and an extraordinary kind of laziness at that. I'm not referring to personal hygiene; I'm definitely not some slovenly creature who's never bathed since birth. On the contrary, I'm extremely clean. Once, just to clean a little bit of dirt off my penis, I spent a full hour bathing, almost becoming impotent.

The laziness I'm referring to is laziness in martial arts practice and general tasks.

For example, from my residence to the training ground, there's a beautiful garden filled with countless exotic flowers and plants, with a winding path running through it.

Every time I cross this garden, I don't walk on the path; instead, I trample the flowers and plants, often damaging my master's precious daughter, Yinshuang's, most beloved plants.

My sole purpose in doing this is to choose the shortest, most direct route, minimizing my walking distance.

I dislike doing strenuous work, and when practicing martial arts, I try to slack off as much as possible. I've heard that the methods of those demonic martial arts practitioners can accelerate one's progress. I originally wanted to find an opportunity to learn them, but things didn't go as planned. The righteous sects gather all the martial arts techniques in the world, but they don't have any demonic martial arts. That old bastard or monster says they are unorthodox and heretical, and we righteous people must never learn them.

A kid like me who can't endure hardship and isn't particularly talented, even if this so-called Heavenly Martial Venerable went blind, deaf, and noseless, he wouldn't accept me as a disciple. Fortunately, my late father had done this so-called number one in the world a small favor before his death. This so-called number one in the world, Long Potian, before he truly became number one and "broke through the heavens," had been beaten senseless, his face bruised and swollen, lying in the latrine groaning like a dead dog, half-dead. Just then, my father, who had drunk too much horse urine and was desperately needing to use the latrine, happened to arrive.

I don't know if my father was drunk too much and severely intoxicated, causing his mind to become unclear, but this man who would sell his mother for a few copper coins suddenly had a change of heart and, while relieving himself, saved this future number one in the world.

At that time, this kid named Long Huaiyu had been poisoned by the Tang Clan's deadly poison, Hundred Flowers Powder, his face turned green, and he lay by the latrine barely breathing. My father, however, was a combination of a drunkard, a gambler, and a lecher, not a renowned healer, and had no idea how to save a person. The old man heard that boy's urine could cure poison, so he had me, barely a year old, urinate and feed it to my future master.

Surprisingly, this trick worked; boy's urine was the only antidote to the most potent poison in the martial arts world, Hundred Flowers Powder. Ten years later, my father, a drunkard and womanizer, on his deathbed, tremblingly pulled a crystal-clear jade ring from under his pillow and gave it to me (it's a miracle he didn't pawn it for wine!). He told me to take the jade ring to the legendary martial arts master, now known as Long Potian, and ask him to take me as his disciple.

That old fellow Long Potian always considered himself the best in martial arts, the best in chivalry, and the best in trust. Faced with the son of his savior from years ago, and because of a promise he'd made years before—

"Brother, I, Long Huaiyu, will never forget your great kindness. If you ever need anything, just send someone with this jade ring as a token, and I, Long Huaiyu, will do anything for you, even if it means sacrificing my life"

—Long Potian, known in the martial arts world as "a man of profound affection," immediately accepted me as his disciple without hesitation.

Who would have thought that just by taking a piss, my dead father would gain the world's number one martial artist as his follower? If only he'd taken a dump instead of a piss back then, maybe he could have saved the emperor and become a royal uncle in the future.

However, I believe that a month after I became his disciple, he must have regretted his rash decision. The reason I call him "old bastard," "old scoundrel," and "old turtle" instead of "master" or "master" is because the old bastard is truly a scoundrel. But then again, looking at him closely, this old bastard really is a scoundrel.

The old man possessed the ultimate skills of both Shaolin and Wudang, and his comprehension of martial arts reached an appallingly terrifying level. It's said that he learned the Orchid Finger Flicking Hand in just ten days—a skill the Emei sect leader took seven years to master; he mastered the Vajra Palm in a month—a skill the Shaolin monk Xinci took twenty years to grasp; and he comprehended Tai Chi in half a year, while the immortal monster Zhang Sanfeng, who created this style of boxing, took sixty

years. At the age of thirty-five, the old monster debated with the seven top martial arts masters of the time on the summit of Mount Hua for seven days. With just his tongue, he caused all seven masters, both righteous and evil, to cough up blood and be carried off the mountain like dead pigs. A monster like this old man is a rare find, appearing only once every few centuries. His high comprehension of martial arts doesn't mean others possess the same level of understanding. Everything he taught us required arduous practice day and night; there were no shortcuts. Like his so-called Righteous Fist and Righteous Sword Technique, he once proudly told us that anyone with enough talent could become a top master in ten years by diligently practicing according to the rules.

Damn it, ten years? I don't have that kind of patience! Aren't you the Martial Venerable? Don't you have a faster, quicker method?

"Master, is there a faster way to become a master?" Of course, I wouldn't voice my inner turmoil, and asked respectfully.

"Quickly become a master? Ten years isn't fast enough?" The old bastard glared at me.

"For example, a year, or even a month?" I chuckled.

"No matter how advanced the martial arts, it's useless without diligent practice." If I weren't the son of his savior, I believe the old bastard would have already delivered a Righteous Fist. The old monster was extremely strict with his disciples, and beatings and scoldings were commonplace.

But thinking about it carefully, I realized my words were a bit too simplistic. If becoming one of the top masters in a year were possible, wouldn't the entire martial arts world be crammed full of these so-called number one masters like sardine cans?

"Oh dear, sardines? I wasn't wrong. Ever since that blond-haired, blue-eyed foreign devil named Mack Polo came to our wreaking havoc on the Chinese Empire a hundred years ago, sardine cans have become popular. That's over a hundred years earlier than that guy who collects broken wheels and plays with them, what's his name,

Napoleon?" "That's easy. I've heard that eating thousand-year-old ginseng can increase your internal energy by a hundred years, eating ten-thousand-year-old he shou wu can increase your true qi by two hundred years, eating golden dolls can help you develop an iron shirt and golden bell body, eating iceberg snow lotus can..."

"Bullshit!" The usually composed old man broke his silence this time, shouting,

"That's just the nonsense of those ignorant brats! Learning martial arts requires taking it one step at a time! Don't try to get fat in one bite!" For the sake of the old man, this great hero finally swallowed his anger, not punching me to death.

On the second day of my training, the old man wanted me to start with the most basic fundamentals. The basics like squatting and standing in a horse stance are too arduous for me to learn; meditation is too dull for me to bear; wielding swords and spears is too dangerous and indiscriminate. As for standing under a waterfall enduring the impact of the rushing water, being a pillar in the torrent, or standing on the edge of a raging sea to fight against the raging waves, the old monster's training methods back then are enough to send chills down one's spine. May Buddha have mercy, God bless me, and Allah spare me.

By the time I turned twenty, among the thirteen disciples personally taught by that old scoundrel, I, the youngest thirteenth disciple, had the worst martial arts skills. The Righteous Sect has three thousand disciples, and I think my martial arts skills would rank around three hundredth. If it weren't for the old tortoise who drank my immortal urine and kept pushing me so hard, I believe my ranking would be even lower.

Fortunately, I have no great ambitions. When I joined the Righteous Sect, I only thought it would be good to be under a big tree and rely on my dear master's golden signboard to make a living in the martial arts world.

If everything remained the same as before, I would still be drifting through life in my sect, until the day when Lin Luohong, the number one master of the evil path, challenged my scoundrel master. My fate began to change.

Chapter Two: Encountering Beauty .

Names like "going against the heavens" or "following the heavens" are equally popular among both the demonic and righteous paths. People calling themselves Li Mietian, Zhang Juetian, Guo Dimie, Huang Tianci, Zhao Tiansheng, and the like are everywhere.

My master changing his name to Potian is already outrageous enough, but this Lin Luohong, nicknamed "Betrayal of Heaven," is incredibly arrogant.

However, more than thirty years ago, this guy who constantly shouted about making virgins bleed didn't have this nickname. Back then, his nickname was his real name: Lin Luohong, the "Bleeding Hand," a notorious lecher who terrified countless young women and girls.

Unfortunately, just as his reputation resounded throughout the land, and he was brimming with ambition to break the hymens of every beautiful woman in the martial world, he encountered his master, a novice in the martial world, wielding a broken sword worth only one tael of silver, eager to make a name for himself. The

young hero Huaiyu, having heard of the legendary "Falling Red Hand," in his youthful arrogance, single-handedly stormed the notorious "Falling Red" villain's den of iniquity—Falling Red Manor—and demanded a duel with the "Falling Red Great Bird Spear."

"You brat, wait until your dick's hard before you challenge me! Hahaha, hmm, this little nun's pussy is really tight."

Lin Luohong, then known as the number one lecherous villain in the martial world, didn't take this greenhorn seriously. While having his way with the newly abducted Emei Sect nun, he casually dispatched his henchmen to deal with the inexperienced youth.

Unmoved, the young hero Huaiyu drew his tattered sword and challenged each and every lecherous man in Luohong Manor, from bottom to top. He hacked and slashed, punched and kicked, battling the notorious lecher and his henchmen for hours, finally engaging in a one-on-one duel with the ultimate boss. After several days and nights of fierce fighting, the legendary hero delivered a powerful kick to the lecher's abdomen, severely injuring him and rendering him impotent.

This battle made Huaiyu famous throughout the martial arts world. Titles like "Jade-Faced Divine Dragon" and "White-Clad Young Hero" rained down on the not-so-handsome Long Huaiyu.

Meanwhile, the former chief lecher, who had narrowly escaped with his life, was spurred on by the loss of his ability to conceive. He retreated to the deep mountains to hone his martial arts, determined to avenge himself, and his skills improved rapidly. Twenty years later, he returned to the martial world. Although his lower body was no longer erect, and he could no longer make those virgins and young women cry out in agony as before, he still possessed the skill to make those renowned, but ultimately worthless, righteous heroes cry for their parents. They lined up to seek help from his master.

The "deeply devoted" Senior Dragon Breaker, of course, wouldn't stand idly by. In the battle at Guanyu Terrace, the two fought a thousand rounds. The Great Demon Lin Luohong, having suffered too much in his youth, was exhausted and defeated, once again tragically cementing my master's reputation as a great hero.

The reason I addressed him with such utmost respect as my master was simply because in a little over a month, it would be the five-year "gathering" of this so-called Traitorous Hand and the old man. Lin Luohong had once boasted of killing all the disciples of the Righteous Sect. Considering the principle that when the nest is overturned, no egg remains intact, I'd better refrain from cursing my master for now before their duel.

"Wu Ming, what time is it? Still dozing off here!" The speaker was my eldest brother, Lie Zhengnan, the Thunder Fist Master. Of my master's thirteen disciples, apart from me, the good-for-nothing, the other twelve were all renowned heroes and chivalrous figures in the martial world.

It was outrageous! After they became my master's disciples, the old man changed all their names, adding the character "正" (

zheng, meaning upright/correct) to them. Only I, the youngest, the thirteenth disciple, wasn't renamed. Nameless? Damn it, no matter what, I'm still your junior brother! Calling me by my name like that is so rude!

"What is it, Senior Brother?" Although I cursed inwardly, I still had to reply respectfully to my senior brother. The old man had an extremely strong sense of seniority and hierarchy, with countless rules and regulations. The most famous was what he wrote about the basic principles of the martial world: three major disciplines and eight points of attention, totaling eleven major rules. The first of the eight points of attention was to respect elders and never disobey teachers; violators would be expelled from the sect.

This senior disciple, taking advantage of his position, bossed me around like a king. I knew deep down that I only got on that old monster's side because of my father's connections, and my fellow disciples all looked down on me.

"We have distinguished guests visiting our Righteous Sect today. Go to the kitchen and see if there's anything else we need to buy," he commanded without even glancing at me.

"Damn it, I have to do all this? Aren't there cooks and stewards?" I had no choice. My martial arts were weak, and I was always being bossed around. Even those disciples of lower rank but higher skill often bullied and ridiculed me. At times like these, nobody paid attention to the Three Main Rules of Discipline and the Eight Points for Attention. Damn it!

I cursed inwardly as I walked towards the kitchen. Making the Heavenly Martial Venerable's closed-door disciple work in the kitchen was an absolute insult to my dignity. Fortunately, I'm quite clever; there's a lot to be made from buying and purchasing goods. Among my thirteen disciples, my purse is the fullest.

I withdrew some silver from the accounting office and drove my old cart directly to the market. After wandering around for half a day, I bought so many things that the cart was full. In the evening, I drove the cart back to the Righteous Gate in a cheerful mood, humming a little tune.

With money, my mood was naturally good. The money I embezzled from this purchase was enough for me to gamble for two months.

"Clatter...clatter...clatter," the sound of hooves came from behind. I turned around and saw several fast horses rapidly approaching from behind, kicking up dust. The people gradually drew closer and finally stopped beside me.

"Wow!"

When I saw the people's faces clearly, my jaw almost dropped in surprise. What could it be? The people who came were none other than Shuang and Yue, two of the four beauties of the martial arts world, known as "Lan Lian Yue Shuang."

Lian: Li Yulian, the renowned swordswoman of the Emei Sect, is as beautiful as Diao Chan. A year ago, she defeated Chongxu, the top martial arts master of Wudang Mountain, in thirty moves with a single sword strike. Even my master said she had a bright future. Unfortunately, she is fierce and willful. Tang Yan, one of the Four Gentlemen of Jiangnan, was gouged out of his eyes for saying a few unpleasant words.

Lan: Lan Xinru, the Jade Maiden of Tianshan, is intelligent and beautiful, with a beauty like Chang'e and a purity like Guanyin. She is as pure and flawless as a snow lotus on Tianshan Mountain. At eighteen, she is of marriageable age. However, she is very picky, and it will be difficult for her to find a suitable young man.

Yue: Leng Mingyue, the beloved daughter of Leng Xin, the master of Mingyue Manor, lives up to her name. She is aloof and doesn't care about any men. She is known in the martial arts world as Leng Xishi.

Shuang: Gu Qing Shuang, whose name is the same as my unruly junior sister's, both containing the character "Shuang" (frost), but their character is vastly different. Her family has been renowned doctors for generations, taking it upon themselves to help the world and save lives. Gu Qing Shuang may have a cold name, but she is not cold-hearted. She possesses unparalleled medical skills and a unique Jade Maiden Acupuncture technique, having saved countless heroes of the martial world and earning the respect of masters from both the righteous and the wicked.

I never imagined that I would be so fortunate as to encounter two of these four beauties here.

Seeing my dazed and wide-eyed expression, Leng Mingyue, dressed in white, gave a disapproving snort and never looked at me directly.

But the beautiful and charming Gu Qing Shuang, with her kind heart, stepped forward and cupped her hands in greeting. "Young man, may I ask how to get back to Benniu Mountain?"

"Oh, ah, walk forward half a mile, then turn a corner, and that's it." My dazed mind finally returned to normal. Benniu Mountain was the location of the Righteous Gate.

"Thanks!" Gu Qingshuang smiled slightly at me, revealing a set of pearly white teeth. Her smile was so gentle and refreshing that I almost fell off the carriage.

"Why is Sister Shuang so polite to that commoner?" I heard Leng Mingyue's disgruntled voice from afar.

"Hey, they're all renowned beauties and chivalrous women. How could a commoner like me possibly be a match for them!" Watching their figures disappear into the distance, I sighed inwardly. If only I had practiced martial arts diligently before, becoming a handsome and chivalrous hero like my senior brothers, then I would have been qualified to pursue them.

"Young brother, as the last disciple of Potian, why are you doing such despicable work as cooking and grocery shopping?" A high-pitched, eunuch-like voice rang in my ears, instantly sending chills down my spine and making me tremble with fear.

The chills were because the voice was so sweet it was unsettling, and my fear was palpable because I immediately recognized the person. This person was none other than Lin Luohong, the infamous "Traitorous Hand," the number one master of the evil path, who had been defeated three times by my master.

Chapter Three: Temptation

"Crack! Crack!"

My jaw was trembling as I turned around. My God, this great demon once vowed to use the most ruthless methods in the world to kill all the disciples of the Righteous Sect. Although I was quite useless, I was still the old monster's last disciple...

My God!

My wise, powerful, peerless, invincible, and chivalrous master, where are you? Please appear and save me, Master! Where are you! Your disciple misses you so much, loves you so much!

The eunuch Lin Luohong, who once had the reputation of being the most lecherous thief in the world, was sitting behind me, looking at me with a leisurely and amused expression. This former number one lecher, rumored to have also been the most handsome man in the martial arts world, would have had countless beauties lining up to sleep with him even if he were just sitting at home, if it weren't for his penchant for rape.

He once had a famous saying, now considered the standard for a successful lecher: "I won't sleep with anyone who isn't a beauty, I won't take anyone who isn't a virgin, and I won't do anything that isn't rape.

" "Senior..." Looking at the "handsome man" before me, smiling and giving me flirtatious glances, I trembled like a sheep caught in a pack of wolves.

Escape was impossible. The old monster's unparalleled lightness skill in crossing the river on a reed didn't necessarily mean his disciple's was the best. The old monster was a former lecher; to be a lecher, martial arts skills might not be high, but lightness skill was essential. He could run ten times faster than me even on one leg.

Fighting? Forget about it. This freakish transvestite before me is the second-best martial artist in the world, second only to my wise and powerful master. He could crush me like an ant with a single finger.

"No matter what, senior is a legendary figure. Surely you wouldn't stoop to the level of a junior like me?"

To save my life, my mind started working quickly. These people in the martial world are all the same—they're obsessed with saving face!

I first flattered the Grand Eunuch Luo Hong a few times, making him lose face and unable to bring himself to torture me.

"That old turtle Po Tian actually took in a spineless disciple like you, hahahaha..." The shrill female voice instantly transformed into a rough male voice, shaking the surrounding leaves. He laughed wildly, but I sensed the killing intent in his tone.

I suddenly remembered the rumors about this transvestite in the martial world. Although the old transvestite was now impotent, he always considered himself a peerless hero and often spoke of recognizing and valuing heroes. There was no way around it; this scourge of self-proclaimed chivalry had infected many even among those in the demonic path. Those who fell into his hands, if they displayed unwavering courage, would mostly survive; but those who acted like cowardly, timid scoundrels would meet a terrible end.

"It's not that I lack backbone; a true man can bend and stretch. If I were to throw an egg against a rock just for a moment's anger, I'd be a fool, not a hero!" With my life at stake, my mind raced, and I quickly devised a solution.

"I may be inferior to you now, but that doesn't mean I won't be in the future! My martial arts are poor, but that's because I haven't studied them properly. Don't insult my master!" I steeled myself, straightened my back, and adopted a defiant and heroic posture.

"That makes sense!" Lin Luohong repeated those two words in a strange tone.

With a snap, his right hand moved, suddenly landing on my body. His five slender, jade-like fingers moved across my skin like a zither, and in the blink of an eye, his hands had kneaded every bone in my body from head to toe. This eunuch's hands were whiter, more delicate, and more beautiful than a woman's. If he were to dress as a woman, he would definitely be no less beautiful than the two beauties from before.

By this time, I was already terrified and limp, not daring to resist, yet I had to grit my teeth to keep my body from trembling, lest I reveal my true nature as a coward.

"Hahaha, good, really good!" His voice suddenly turned into a thin, feminine tone.

"Could it be that this old monster wants to take me as his disciple?"

I thought to myself. The three main rules and eight points of attention of the Righteous Sect, the first of which is not to be greedy for life and afraid of death, and not to collude with demons and monsters, otherwise one will be severely punished.

"You really do have a rare kind of despicable bone in your body!" he said, patting my shoulder.

"A worthless bone?" I almost burst into tears. I knew my talent wasn't high, far inferior to my twelve senior brothers, but to say I was born with a worthless bone was just too hurtful to my pride.

"People born with worthless bones should practice the martial arts of worthless people. That old bastard Potian claims to be a grandmaster, humph, bullshit, misleading the younger generation!" He spat on the ground as he spoke, a spit that actually felt incredibly satisfying.

My master, supposedly the best martial artist in the world, lost hope in me after my second month at the Righteous Sect and never taught me any martial arts. The one who taught me was that narrow-minded senior brother. I hated this damned senior brother, but I didn't want to fawn over him like the other senior brothers. So, over the years, apart from some basic internal energy cultivation methods, I hadn't learned anything decent from him.

"Would you like to become my disciple?" Lin Luohong suddenly raised her voice and asked me seriously.

"Give me three years, and I can turn you into a top-tier master, far surpassing those so-called 'Twelve Righteous Dogs'!" The Twelve Righteous Dogs were the name given to my twelve senior brothers by the martial arts world. As the least capable thirteenth, I was practically unknown outside the Righteous Sect; few knew that the thirteenth disciple of the Heavenly Martial Venerable was named Wu Ming.

I almost readily agreed. What's so great about having another master to save my life? I wouldn't be like those stubborn, idiotic youths who, despite being favored by a senior with superior martial arts skills, clung to the outdated notion of remaining faithful to one master, squandering a chance for instant advancement.

Seeing two of the four beauties of the martial arts world today unconsciously ignited my ambition. I felt I couldn't continue like this. And this Elder Luo Hong's promise of becoming a top-tier master in three years was too tempting. Hahaha, the martial arts of the demonic path are indeed different; much more efficient! That damned Heavenly Martial Venerable said he needed ten years of arduous training, but it turns out his method was flawed, making me waste so much time and effort.

But in the end, I still refused Senior Luo Hong's offer. This time, the demon has become Senior Luo Hong—don't blame me for being shameless. Useful people are seniors, heroes, benefactors, and valiant men; useless people are turtles, tortoises, and old demons. What can I say? I'm a pragmatist. The reason I refused was simply because I thought these demonic cultivators all had some eccentricities. What would happen if you agreed without thinking?

He must be thinking, "Hey! This brat, so cowardly, he's already forgotten his roots and betrayed his master. Maybe he'll betray me someday too? I'd better be careful and take precautions first. Maybe I should put a restriction on him, seal his vital points, or poison him with some kind of 'Hundred-Day Soul-Destroying Powder'."

I grew up in casinos and brothels with my dad, witnessing the most despicable and shameless behavior in the world. Besides, I'm a despicable and shameless person myself, so dealing with these "righteous" demons is a piece of cake. My dad was a big gambler, and he taught me how to be an excellent gambler, rogue, and swindler when I was very young. I was born with a natural talent for it, and I had a distinguished record before becoming his apprentice.

When I was seven, two little devils and I set up a trap, swindling all the pocket money from a dozen or so neighborhood kids. At ten, it got even worse; I tricked a girl several years older than me into going to a brothel and selling her—she even helped me haggle and count the money! At eleven, even my shameless, lewd father was often fooled by me; he was literally driven to his death by my antics. I'm incredibly good at understanding people's psychology, which is probably the most useful thing that damned old man left me.

Another thing that worries me is that there's no such thing as a free lunch. This old man might want to use me, like trying to trick me into poisoning my master. I'm bad, but not to the point of betraying my master. But if I refuse outright, he might get angry and chop me down with a single blow. Who would I complain to then? So, I can only play along.

When I refused his offer, I deliberately hesitated, pausing for a moment. This way, he would assume I was already interested but still clinging to the bond of master and disciple, unwilling to betray him.

Sure enough, Senior Luo Hong asked again, and I politely declined once more. This time, I feigned reluctance, hoping to give him hope and persuade him to let me go.

"Alright then, I'll give you three days to think it over. If you stay in the Righteous Sect, you'll never amount to anything. That brat Po Tian's martial arts are rigid and inflexible, completely incompatible with your personality. No matter how many years he studies, it'll be useless. If you've made up your mind, I'll be waiting for you in the pine forest behind Ben Niu Mountain at midnight three days from now!" The old demon chuckled dryly, as if he had read my mind.

"Remember, midnight."

As soon as he finished speaking, with a "whoosh," his figure vanished without a trace—such terrifying lightness skill!

This old transvestite's martial arts skills weren't much worse than the old monster's; he was just born at the wrong time—one genius met another, an even greater genius.

Looking at his final expression, I understood a bit. Damn it, you stinking transvestite, don't treat me like an idiot! Trying to use me and then kill me? I learned that old trick when I was ten!

Three days from now, you'll be drinking piss in the pine forest! Tonight I'll go back and immediately report everything to my master. Haha, then I'll let you taste the power of the invincible, peerless, righteous, loyal, renowned, and unparalleled hero, the once-in-a-century genius, the Heavenly Martial Venerable! Hahaha…

You think everyone else is a fool? You're the real idiot! You traitorous, eunuch-like transvestite, go to hell!

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Back at the Righteous Gate, I immediately learned from the gatekeeper that many distinguished guests had arrived that afternoon, all heroes from different places across the land. The most eye-catching were Yue and Shuang, two of the four most renowned beauties in the martial world.

Although I had already seen them once, I still wanted to take a few more glances. Unfortunately, my damned senior brother immediately ordered me to help in the kitchen upon seeing me, his tone as unpleasant as ordering a servant.

The only thing that offered me some comfort was my third senior brother, Han Zhengtian. He quietly approached me as I left somewhat disheveled and gently encouraged me, saying,

"Don't be discouraged, Xiao Wu. As long as you're willing to work hard, your future is limitless." Of my twelve senior brothers, he was the kindest to me. My third senior brother was twenty-three years old, handsome and dashing, known as the "Jade-Faced Pan An." His jade fan was a true inheritance from our master, and he could even create his own unique and ingenious moves. Moreover, he didn't possess the arrogant air of his other senior brothers, treating everyone in the sect with great courtesy. Master also admired him. Everyone below said that the future leader of the Righteous Sect would either be him or the eldest senior brother. Even the junior sister, Yinshuang, was deeply in love with him.

"Come here, junior brother, why are you wasting so much time talking to that good-for-nothing!" the narcissistic eldest senior brother sneered from afar. Senior Brother Zhengtian gave me an encouraging look before turning and leaving.

Hmph, that old hag said I had no backbone, and this eldest senior brother's self-righteous arrogance... wasn't Master blind to have accepted him as a disciple?

Just as I was about to leave, a commotion arose, and two stunningly beautiful women, surrounded by a large crowd, walked in through the door, blocking my way.

The newcomers were none other than the two beauties I had met that afternoon, and the people buzzing around them like annoying flies were my ten damned, infamous "Twelve Dogs of Righteousness" senior brothers.

The senior disciples, all impeccably dressed and impeccably groomed, resembled ten neatly groomed lapdogs, vying for the attention of the two beauties. I had a few coins in my pocket, but due to my low status in the sect, I dared not wear anything too nice. If I did, the senior disciples would use their seniority to force me to take them off, saying I wasn't worthy.

The two beauties, having washed away the dust from their faces and changed into new clothes, looked even more radiant and extraordinary.

Leng Mingyue wore a white warrior's outfit underneath a red cloak, which contrasted sharply with her snow-white skin, making her stand out strikingly.

Gu Qingshuang remained in her coarse linen clothes; though her attire was not luxurious, her aura surpassed that of the aloof Leng Mingyue. Her ever-present gentle smile made her beauty approachable and captivating.

Gazing at the two women, who seemed like celestial beings descended to earth, a feeling of inferiority welled up within me once more. I couldn't help but lower my head, afraid they would discover my unease. My fellow disciples eagerly showered the two girls with attention, blocking their view. I lowered my head and quickly left the room that wasn't mine.

Just as I was about to leave the room, I couldn't help but look back, only to meet Gu Qing Shuang's tranquil eyes. My disciples' sweet words hadn't moved her heart; she recognized me as I hurried away from the hall.

We were far apart. She grinned at me, a dimple appearing on her face, as if to say, "Oh, so you're from here."

My face flushed, and I turned away as if electrocuted, running away as fast as I could.

From that moment on, I knew I had fallen deeply in love with a woman.

Chapter Four: Striving for Fame

! I want to be famous, I want to be renowned throughout the world! I will definitely be famous, I want to become a world-renowned hero!

That night, I lay on the hard wooden bed, Gu Qing Shuang's gentle smile constantly appearing in my mind. I tossed and turned, unable to fall asleep.

I kept repeating to myself, I want to be famous, I must be famous! Only when I'm famous will I be qualified to pursue her!

For the first time in my life, I got up in the middle of the night, grabbed my sword, and ran to the back mountain to practice.

I practiced for a full hour before finally stopping, utterly dejected. It wasn't that I didn't know the Righteous Qi Fist and Righteous Qi Swordplay; it was that my foundation was too weak. My foundation from my youth hadn't been solid, and now, even with arduous practice, it would be far less effective. Even if I practiced for another hundred years, I would never become a top master, because the most important, most precious years of my youth had already been lost.

I began to regret the time I had wasted, and in that moment of boundless remorse, I made a decision that would change my life forever.

Three days later, I would definitely go to Benniu Mountain to see that old demon, the Fallen Red Elder, and become his disciple!

I was very clear-headed; dealing with him was like dealing with a tiger for its skin. He didn't have good intentions towards me. If he truly wanted a successor, he would never choose a disciple as old and with such poor potential as me. I was ninety percent certain that he only wanted to use me against my master, perhaps to have me poison him or something. This old tale has played out countless times in the martial arts world: first, give me a piece of candy; then, use me to kill my master; finally, eliminate me to silence me and solidify his reputation as the greatest martial artist in the land.

But I still decided to see him. He wanted to deceive me, to use me, and so did I. If I truly wanted to make further progress in martial arts, the only way now was through the demonic path. Let's see who has the better trickery!

For the remaining two days, I busied myself in my master's apothecary. I wasn't diligent in martial arts training, but I was very hardworking in one area: poison.

A senior I greatly admired once said: the strongest skill in this world isn't martial arts, but intrigue, traps, poisons, and intoxicating incense. The righteous sects disdain these things, yet they still retain books on them. After all, they often deal with evil sects and cults; if they were ignorant of these things, they would have been ambushed and killed long ago.

So, although my martial arts skills are terrible, my knowledge of poisons is at least second-rate in the martial arts world. I've already thoroughly studied the few books on poisons in the Righteous Sect.

I secretly prepared a few good medicines, intending to offer them to my future master, hoping he'd be blessed with good fortune and longevity.

Three days later…

“You've finally come.” I waited in the pine forest until the third watch of the night before that damned old freak finally jumped out from behind me, acting all mysterious, and slapped my shoulder, which was already chilled from being exposed to the cold wind all night. Damn it, that old bastard, always talking about keeping his word, damn it, putting on airs even when accepting disciples, no wonder he can't even find someone to see him off in his final moments.

“Senior…” I hesitated for a moment, then pretended to make a firm decision, stomped my foot, gritted my teeth, and knelt before the old freak.

"I wish to ask you to take me as your disciple, senior."

"Haha..." The old freak, feigning smugness, laughed loudly, his shrill voice echoing through the valley, piercing my eardrums. What was he showing off, this old impotent fellow?

"Alright, alright, I grant your request." He patted my head, speaking to me with the utmost kindness of an elder to a junior.

I feigned a grateful and pitiful expression, then put on a look of longing for my former master, saying, "But I have a request, senior, please grant it."

"Speak," the old freak's face was now filled with affection, reminding me of the stories my mother often told me about the Big Bad Wolf when I was little.

"My master and senior have a grudge, but regardless, he also raised me. I absolutely cannot do anything to harm my master. Besides, even if senior asks me to climb mountains of knives or plunge into boiling oil, I will do it without hesitation." I knew that the old freak's purpose in coming here was most likely the duel with my master in a little over a month, so I set my price upfront. This is called bargaining from the start and settling the score later. The old freak would definitely offer me a big piece of candy to lure me into harming that old monster Potian, hoping to tempt me to betray my master for personal gain.

Hehe, whether I can swallow the candy and deflect the bullets depends on my skills. Who's afraid of who? At worst, I can just really poison my master to death.

"Good, good, that's more like it! Actually, Potian and I don't have any deep-seated hatred." The old freak chuckled strangely. Damn you,

you stupid freak, being castrated by that old monster isn't considered a deep-seated hatred? You can't even lie properly.

"The five-year agreement I made with him was really just an excuse to find a worthy opponent to spar with. We're both well-known figures in the martial arts world; finding a worthy opponent is difficult, especially for masters at our level. Even finding a worthy opponent is incredibly challenging," he sighed, looking up at the sky. "

Find a worthy opponent but can't get one? Five years ago, didn't you get utterly thrashed by that old monster, running away like a drowning dog, and still have the audacity to pretend nothing happened? I never imagined there was anyone in the world with a thicker skin than me.

"My two duels with your master were just for friendly sparring, haha. Actually, the person I admire most is Potian." He

didn't mention being badly beaten twice, so he's also shameless. Dealing with him requires caution. I listened respectfully, trying my best to project an expression of admiration into my eyes.

"Alright, I promise you!" the old transvestite exclaimed after his heartfelt words. Hearing this, I knew I couldn't escape the candy.

"Master, please accept my bow!" I immediately knelt down without hesitation. All those prohibitions against colluding with the demonic path and selling out my master for personal gain were long forgotten. What I hated most was no one using sugar-coated bullets to attack me, no one firing at me! Hahaha. After

accepting my bow, the old transvestite forced a satisfied smile and said,

"We demonic cultivators don't have as many etiquette constraints as you righteous cultivators. We act according to our whims, doing whatever we please, acting unconventionally, and using any means necessary to achieve our goals. Can you handle that?"

Heh heh, the fox's tail is showing, isn't it? Using any means necessary to achieve his goals, damn it, isn't this just laying the groundwork for harming my master and me in the future? Don't take me for a fool.

"Sure!" I answered loudly. Of course, even if it were some kind of evil technique like the Heavenly Demon Art, requiring the sacrifice of forty-nine infants, I'd still do it immediately. It's not like I'm the one dying; who cares about anything against the natural order? Heaven only helps the strong, not the weak.

"I have a book here called the 'Great Art of Harmony and Joy of Heaven and Earth Yin and Yang.' I'm busy these next few days and can't teach you. Take it and study it yourself first. I'll wait for you here in seven days and check on your progress." The old man said, handing me a book from his robes.

The Great Art of Harmony and Joy of Heaven and Earth Yin and Yang? Hahaha, I've hit the jackpot! I've heard that this kind of demonic martial art focuses on the yin-yang principle of men and women, despised by righteous people. The old man gave me this; frankly, he wanted to tempt me into depravity. Hmph, but this kind of martial art that doesn't require effort yet can increase my power is exactly what I've always dreamed of.

Don't be fooled by my claim of being a virgin; I'm just lying to myself. My virginity was taken by my right hand when I was ten years old. For the past ten years, I've had countless encounters with my five fingers, and while there aren't many beautiful women in the righteous sect, they're not uncommon. My objects of lust are my beautiful and charming master's wife and my unruly junior sister.

I kowtowed several times in gratitude, and when I looked up, the old demon was gone.

Haha, there's always a way out! I've finally made it! I've heard that this so-called "Joyful Great Art" is the most domineering of all demonic martial arts, a technique that steals not only the body but also the heart of the woman it targets. The old monster once told me that when he challenged the old demon, if it hadn't been the fifteenth of the eighth lunar month, when the old demon's power was at its weakest, the outcome would have been uncertain. Later, the old demon was castrated by his kick, and could no longer practice this cruel technique that harms the beauties of the martial arts world.

As soon as I got home that night, I immediately started looking through this peerless martial arts manual and began practicing this so-called Harmony and Joy Technique.

Chapter Five: Breaking the Virginity

"Man on top, woman on bottom, man on bottom, woman on top, in and out, out and in..."

These past few days, my mind has been filled with these thoughts, making me absent-minded all day long. To make the most of my training time, I simply pretended to be sick. Fortunately, I've done this kind of thing before, and I don't have much status in my sect, so no one cared.

The only one who came to see me was my third senior brother. Seeing that I was sick, he hurriedly found a doctor to examine me, which scared me so much that I broke out in a cold sweat. Fortunately, that doctor was also a quack. After taking my pulse, he said my liver fire was too strong, my yang energy was excessive, it was some kind of wind-heat, and he prescribed some cooling and detoxifying medicine.

I knew exactly what was going on. These past few days, I'd been diligently practicing this so-called Heaven and Earth Yin-Yang Joyful Great Method, and my penis was erect day and night, refusing to soften for ages, hence the strong liver fire and abundant yang energy. Because the tent below was too high, making movement difficult, I could only lie in bed pretending to be sick.

However, I was deeply moved that my third senior brother came to see me. After finally getting through these few days, on the seventh night at midnight, I went to the back mountain again. This time, the old demon was already waiting for me there.

"How's your training going? What insights have you gained these past two days?" the old demon asked as soon as he opened his mouth.

"You should tell me..." I pointed to my lower body and said that after running, my blood rushed to my head and I got an erection again. For several days in a row, I've had this for two-thirds of the time each day.

"Isolated yang can't grow, isolated yin can't flourish! This is very normal..." What followed was a long string of things about replenishing yang with yin energy.

He had begun the second step of tempting me into depravity. Next, it should be dessert.

"So, if you want to achieve great success in this area, you must..." The old demon stopped and looked at me. I understood what he meant.

"Where am I going to find a woman to cultivate with? I don't have a wife yet." The old man was clearly trying to trick me into saying, "Okay, Master, I'll go pick some flowers now."

I'm not that stupid. Although I've been dreaming these past few days about being a lecherous old man like him, setting off firecrackers and hunting birds everywhere, it's better to act upright and pedantic in front of him. That way, it'll be easier to harm him later.

"Haha, why bother? We demons have our own methods. Follow me." A barely perceptible sly smile flashed across the old man's face as he grabbed my hand and flew up. I could only hear the wind whistling past my ears, and the surrounding scenery was rushing past. Wow, the old man's lightness skill is terrifying! When I came to my senses, I was standing in front of a very clean courtyard.

"This is my new residence. You'll find what you want inside." He pointed to a room,

which of course contained a woman. I hoped the first woman the old man had found for me wouldn't be too bad. I pushed open the door and went in. After seeing the person on the bed, I was immediately dumbfounded.

My God, the woman lying on the bed was actually Leng Xishi, one of the four beauties of the martial arts world, who had visited the Righteous Gate a few days ago.

"Master treats you well, doesn't he, my good disciple?" Elder Luo Hong said to me, pointing to the beautiful woman on the bed.

"Of course..." I quickly stopped myself, putting on a gentlemanly act, "But..."

"No buts! Go ahead and do it if you want. Who does that Leng Xin think he is? My disciple is doing him a favor by sleeping with his daughter. If you don't go, I'll have someone else do it!"

I've been feeling really uncomfortable these past few days, so of course I can't refuse. I pretended to refuse again, saying a bunch of things like "forced love is never sweet," before reluctantly agreeing. As soon as

the old demon left the room and the door closed, I pounced forward, grabbed Leng Mingyue's breasts, and squeezed them hard through her clothes.

Wow, so this is how good it feels to squeeze a woman's breasts. I glanced at Leng Mingyue and saw that her eyes were full of shame and indignation. I had squeezed the most sacred breasts of a young girl, of course that's how it felt.

"Haha, you little brat, looking down on me, calling me a nobody, damn it, I'll fuck you to death this time!" I cursed inwardly, ripping off a large section of Leng Mingyue's upper garment with a ripping sound, revealing her pink undergarment. Then, with another rip, I tore the undergarment to shreds.

"What? She's wearing a white bandage too, damn!"

I'd just squeezed her breasts and knew this bitch's chest wasn't small, but I hadn't really noticed before. Now I realized it was bound by something. I stripped away the last line of defense, and immediately a pair of enormous breasts sprang out.

Forget Leng Xishi, her breasts are this big, she's practically a wanton concubine. I grabbed both breasts, the size of small watermelons, and squeezed them into a gourd shape, the red nipples protruding upwards.

First, let's suckle!

I kneaded the two breasts together, the two pointed nipples side by side, and took them both into my mouth at once, sucking hard. Mmm, it feels so good.

The nipple in my mouth gradually grew larger. I spat out the slightly reddened nipple, grabbed the tips of both breasts, and squeezed them hard, causing Leng Mingyue to wince in pain. I noticed that the nipples, which weren't very large to begin with, had somehow grown to the size of grapes, the two small nipple pores on the bright red grapes becoming unusually prominent due to their protrusion.

My lower body was unbearably swollen; I needed to release it quickly. I released the huge breasts, which were now covered in red finger marks, and began to undress myself. After that brutal beating, the usually arrogant Leng Mingyue was now in tears. Seeing her pitiful appearance only intensified my vengeful and sadistic pleasure.

Ugh, why is my belt so tight? Why am I wearing so many clothes today? I've been taking them off for ages, and I'm still not completely naked.

Oh no, I was too hasty and accidentally untied the slipknot of my belt.

Never mind, I'll just tear it off!

*Snap*, I ripped off my belt, and my underwear and outer pants came off together. *Whew!* The dragon, which had been holding back for seven days, suddenly leaped out. Thanks to diligently practicing this so-called "Harmony and Union Technique" these past few days, my penis had grown considerably, and when I used this half-baked technique, it became frighteningly thick and long.

Hahaha, I, who have never been very confident in myself, felt a surge of intense pride for the first time upon seeing this dragon beneath me. Today, I'm going to fuck this beauty beneath me a dozen or twenty times.

Seeing me holding such a massive thing, a wicked smile on my face as I straddled her waist, Leng Mingyue turned pale with fright.

"Come on, let's start with a long kiss!" I lowered my head, lifted Leng Mingyue's neck, and pressed my lips against hers, forcing a kiss.

"Mmm, a beautiful woman's kiss is just different, so sweet!" Leng Mingyue clenched her teeth tightly, preventing my tongue from entering. In a fit of anger, I forcefully pinched her cheeks, forcing her to open her mouth, and only then was I able to slip my tongue inside.

This foolish woman, in her attempt to resist, stuck her tongue out, trying to push me away. I seized the opportunity, sucking on her fragrant tongue and pulling it close, our tongues swirling together.

My first kiss lasted a full half-meal before finally ending. Satisfied, I withdrew my tongue, only to find that Leng Mingyue, unable to bear the humiliation, had rolled her eyes back and fainted.

So what if she fainted? I'd still rape her!

I lifted her legs, placing them on my shoulders, my penis pressed against the entrance, ready to break in. Just then, I suddenly remembered something very important.

The first chapter of the Great Law of Harmony and Joy of Heaven and Earth Yin and Yang states that during intercourse, when the woman reaches her climax and her primordial yin is fully released, the man can then take the opportunity to replenish his energy. My reckless act of taking her is no different from roasting ginseng over a fire; it does absolutely nothing to improve my power.

"Consider yourself lucky, little beauty. This time, I'll let you have your fun! Besides, there's really no point in raping a motionless beauty."

Thinking this, I grabbed the strip of cloth I had torn off earlier and tied Leng Mingyue's hands to the headboard. Then I released her acupoints, but I didn't release the ones sealing her power.

I pressed a finger on Leng Mingyue's philtrum, sending in a surge of true energy. The stinging pain woke her up.

"What are you doing? Let me go, you lecher!" As soon as she could speak, she immediately began cursing me, struggling to stay awake.

"Since you're a lecher, what do you think I'm going to do?" I chuckled lewdly, cupping Leng Mingyue's large breasts in my hands, creating a deep cleavage. I used her breasts to clamp my penis in for masturbation—or rather, breast sex.

My fiery red glans moved back and forth between the two deep cleavages. Oh, the sensitive foreskin, feeling the warmth emanating from the soft surface of her breasts—it felt like being immersed in hot water, being massaged by a hundred beautiful women. Every pore on my body opened up, even more pleasurable than eating a ginseng fruit.

My palms were pressed against her breasts, my thumbs and forefingers pinching and kneading her nipples. Leng Mingyue twisted her body beneath me, trying to throw me off. Hehe, a little resistance—that's what makes it so enjoyable to rape her.

"Beast! Pervert! Lecher..."

She cursed me with every vile word imaginable, but unfortunately, being from a scholarly family, her insults were limited to the same few phrases, lacking any originality.

"Mmm! Big tits are something else!"

I sat on her chest, pressing Leng Mingyue's beautiful breasts against my testicles, kneading my scrotum and the base of my penis like dough. My penis stood erect less than two inches from Leng Mingyue's nose, a drop of freshly squeezed fluid clinging to the red glans, emitting a faint stench. The pampered young lady

couldn't bear this humiliation. Leng Mingyue desperately turned her head away.

"Aren't you afraid my father, Leng Xin, will kill you if he finds out? Let me go!" she shouted, her face turned to the side.

"Suck it!"

I commanded, presenting my penis to Leng Mingyue.

"No!" She squeezed out the word through her teeth, her mouth tightly shut.

"No?" I grinned wickedly, pulling hard on her nipples with my fingers, yanking them high.

"Ah!" Leng Mingyue gasped in pain, cold sweat beading on her forehead.

"Hehe, not saying no is fine too. There are over twenty men outside. After I've had my fill of you, I'll have them come and wait on you." I threatened, releasing my fingers with a soft snap as her nipples returned to their original positions.

"You dare! My father will tear you to pieces!" she cursed.

"Torn to pieces? Let's see if it's faster for you to be raped or for me to be killed by your father."

As I spoke, I slipped my right fingers into Leng Mingyue's vagina, causing her body to convulse again. Leng Mingyue kicked her legs wildly, trying to kick me away, making a futile resistance.

"Look, you're already wet down there, aren't you? You want a man, don't you?" I stuck my tongue to her earlobe and gently nibbled at her smooth earlobe. My fingers slipped back in, stirring inside Leng Mingyue's lower body.

To be honest, it wasn't as wet as I said, just a little bit—a common line used by brothel owners.

"If you dare touch me again, my father will kill you!" she screamed hoarsely.

"If you don't suck my cock, after I've had my fill of you, after I've ruined you, I'll sell you to a brothel, the lowest of the low, where you'll take dozens of customers every day, and the most disgusting, the filthy customers!" I said viciously, while my hands gripped her two mounds of flesh, clamping my enormous cock between them again, thrusting in and out with the most brutal movements. Because of the violent movements, the head of my cock kept hitting her chin.

"Ah...no...it hurts...don't do this..." Leng Mingyue cried out in pain, tears streaming down her face. She closed her eyes in a mixture of grief and indignation. I could clearly feel her breasts tightening and hardening, just like my own erection.

"If you don't suck before I ejaculate, you're in for it, ugh!" I gasped, feeling a strange comfort.

"I'll suck it." Finally, under my relentless pressure, Leng Mingyue completely broke down, opening her mouth in despair.

"Haha..." I lewdly laughed, the beauty beneath me beginning to submit. The threats and torture I'd just endured were the usual tactics those brothel owners used on prostitutes. Having grown up running between brothels and casinos, I was used to these tricks.

I was going to destroy her self-esteem bit by bit, until she obediently became my sex slave.

It seems I was born a scoundrel; even doing this for the first time felt like the work of a seasoned veteran.

I grabbed a pillow from the headboard and placed it behind Leng Mingyue's back, making her lean against the headboard to sit up slightly before bringing my penis to her mouth. Leng Mingyue hesitated for a moment, but finally forced herself to swallow it, suppressing her nausea.

The moment it entered her mouth, she reflexively gagged and vomited it out.

"Damn it, swallow it again," I said, grabbing her chin and forcing her mouth open, shoving my penis in again, all the way to the back of her throat.

To prevent this slut from suddenly biting off my penis, I used the method I'd learned from that Yin-Yang Harmony and Joyful Technique these past few days, focusing my energy in my lower body, making my penis instantly as hard as an iron rod, before finally releasing my fingers.

"Suck hard!" I pressed her head down with both hands, forcing her to swallow and spit out my penis. Leng Mingyue, her self-esteem shattered by my actions, awkwardly sucked on my penis, saliva constantly dripping from the corners of her mouth, wetting my enormous penis.

"Lick it with your tongue, swirl it around! Yes, like that!"

"Mmm!" Experiencing the pleasure of oral sex for the first time, I finally understood why those brothel clients liked this kind of thing. It was ten times more pleasurable than masturbating. Especially considering that Leng Mingyue was forced to perform oral sex on me, her pampered status and her stunning beauty, the psychological sadomasochistic feeling of hearing her "slurp slurp" as she sucked my penis was indescribable.

"If I had such a beautiful virgin to fuck every day, I'd agree even if you poisoned my own father." That's what I thought, but I knew this was just a deposit from the old transvestite. Once he thought the situation was right and could use this to blackmail me, he would make demands, making me pay a price for what he wanted. What the old transvestite wanted would be a hundred times more than what he gave me.

Whatever, I'll enjoy myself first. It's embarrassing to admit, but I had already used this so-called "Harmony and Joy Technique" to lock in my essence, but since this was my first time doing this, premature ejaculation and accidental ejaculation were inevitable. Before long, I was defeated by Leng Mingyue's clumsy techniques.

I felt a tingling, unbearably itchy sensation in my glans. Based on years of experience, I knew it was almost time (I'd tried to hold back, but I couldn't resist). I thrust my penis forward, and amidst Leng Mingyue's painful whimpers, I felt my massive member twitch and convulse, spurting wave after wave of semen into her mouth, the excess dripping down her chin.

"Don't spit it out!"

I said, pulling out my wet penis and kissing her lips. I forced her to swallow the mouthful of semen.

"Ugh..." Leng Mingyue gagged violently, coughing uncontrollably, tears streaming down her face.

Having released my pent-up desire in her mouth, I finally released some of the pent-up lust I'd been holding back for days. Now, it was time to deflower this beauty.

I grabbed her wildly kicking thighs and forcefully spread them into a V-shape. The girl's private parts were now completely exposed before my eyes. Beneath thick black pubic hair, her pink labia parted like flower petals, the buds inside constantly contracting due to her inner fear. A single, glistening drop of nectar clung to the very center of the petals, shimmering with a murky color. This

wasn't the first time I'd seen a woman's body. As a child, I'd gone to brothels with my father, stealing things there. I'd seen at least eight hundred, if not a thousand, prostitutes' breasts and genitals. But they were nothing compared to Leng Mingyue. This was understandable; those sluts in brothels, ridden by thousands, had nipples as black as charcoal, breasts either enormous like pumpkins or cows, sagging and weak, or flat as empty doors—utterly disgusting. And their genitals were

even worse—all sluts, sparse pubic hair, their openings gaping wide! To put it bluntly, if their openings were open, a whole bull could fit inside. "That slut, my dad actually looked down on her back then, going to brothels every day. The worst part is, I remember when I was ten, I went to a brothel to see my dad, and some slut took a liking to me and almost ate my virginity. Luckily, I escaped quickly; just thinking about that kind of slut makes me want to vomit.

Leng Mingyue, one of the four beauties of the martial arts world, truly lives up to her reputation. She's completely different from those sluts. Her breasts are quite large and incredibly elastic, truly irresistible. Her vagina is also exceptionally tight; it'll definitely feel amazing to fuck her later.

" "No, don't look!..." Leng Mingyue screamed desperately.

"Damn it, it's too noisy. It's making me lose interest in raping her." I wanted to silence her, but then I realized that not hearing her moans would be too boring, so I grabbed Leng Mingyue's torn underwear that I had thrown on the bedside table and shoved it into her mouth. Since her kicking legs were getting in the way, I simply tied them to the headboard on either side, her legs spread wide, exposing them to me in the most uncouth way possible.

"Let me see what makes the famous Leng Xishi's lower body different from others." As I spoke, I pressed my thumbs onto her labia and forcefully spread them apart. Leng Mingyue whimpered through her mouth, which was covered by her panties. I loved seeing women struggle but unable to scream; those moans sounded incredibly beautiful.

The tender red flesh and the transparent membrane were completely exposed to me. I spread her labia as wide as possible and stared at them intently for a long time. Her most private parts were completely exposed to a man. Although she was still a virgin, her innocent body had been seen enough by a man. Her life's happiness had been ruined by me. Tears streamed down Leng Mingyue's face like a spring.

"Once a man has seen your virginity, you absolutely must marry him!" I chuckled wickedly at Leng Mingyue, shattering her last line of defense.

As I spoke, I inserted my tongue into her vagina, which I had spread open with my fingers, using my tongue as a substitute for my penis. The sweet scent of virgin flesh wafted into my nostrils, stimulating my penis, which had just ejaculated, to gradually harden again.

I had to hold back for now, wait until Leng Mingyue was aroused before I could have sex with her! Any method of yin-yang cultivation should only be performed when the other person reaches a peak of climax; otherwise, it would be a waste. These days, young, beautiful, and skilled women are hard to find in the martial arts world.

Using the skills I had learned from sneaking into brothels since childhood, combined with the numerous diagrams in this Yin-Yang Harmony and Joy Technique, I pushed my tongue as far as I could, exploring. I felt the tip of my tongue touch something thin and elastic—that was Leng Mingyue's hymen.

My lips tightened, gently biting Leng Mingyue's clitoris and sucking hard. The "Great Art of Pleasure" states: "For those who play with their mouths, the dragon's suck is superior, the tiger's lick is middle, and the snake's kiss is inferior." This method of sucking is most effective at arousing a virgin's desire.

My large hands, which had been rough on Leng Mingyue's chest, now changed their style, kneading her plump breasts slowly like dough, two fingers pinching and gently rubbing her nipples.

Under my influence, the pink nipples enlarged, became engorged, and turned a deep red, while her breasts hardened. Leng Mingyue, with her panties in her mouth, moaned softly.

"So bouncy!" I thought to myself, squeezing Leng Mingyue's breasts hard. When I first started molesting her, her muscles were tense, but now they were gradually softening. My large hand, playing with her breasts, also felt her heartbeat quicken. Most importantly, a large amount of cloudy white fluid began to flow from Leng Mingyue's lower body, forcing me to swallow quite a bit as I sucked on it. Fortunately, she was one of the four beauties of the martial arts world, and her feelings were completely different from those sluts. This fluid, imbued with the fragrance of virginity, tasted incredibly delicious.

Seeing the beauty beneath me blush from her ears to her belly, and a hint of allure in her eyes, I knew it was time.

I pulled the panties from Leng Mingyue's mouth, and she immediately began to gasp for breath. This was partly due to difficulty breathing, but also because my teasing had successfully aroused her.

"Ugh...no, don't...ugh..." She could speak again, but Leng Mingyue no longer cursed me. She only moaned rhythmically with the changes in the pressure of my sucking and kneading of her breasts.

"What's wrong? Do you want it?" I stopped sucking, pulling out my tongue, which was a little sore from all the work. My face was covered in the honey-like fluid flowing from Leng Mingyue's lower body.

"Look, it's really soaking wet now, and it's making a smacking sound!" I said, parting Leng Mingyue's thin labia, gently pulling them apart, then letting go. The rebounding labia collided, making a slapping sound.

"No...please...let me go,"

Leng Mingyue's face was flushed. Her former arrogance, which had made her look down on everyone and no man, was completely gone.

“Just say so if you want to,” I said, tearing off the strips of cloth binding her long, slender legs. I placed one hand on her vulva and, following the instructions of the Pleasure Technique, continuously channeled my inner energy into Leng Mingyue’s private area. Leng Mingyue felt as if countless worms were crawling on her lower body, both itchy and uncomfortable. She desperately clenched her legs, her snow-white thighs rubbing against each other. My hands, bound to the headboard, were now white from the excessive force of the cloth strips, and overflowing fluids gushed from her vulva like a spring.

“Ah, no…”

“You… ah… help…”

“Ah… ah… no…”

Under the rising lust within her, Leng Mingyue no longer had the strength to shout.

Seeing her aroused, moaning like a wanton woman, my patience reached its limit. He lifted Leng Mingyue's thighs onto his shoulders with both hands, guided her to separate her already wet labia, and placed his penis against her lower body. He inserted a small part of the huge glans as a fulcrum to break through her hymen, while simultaneously concentrating his energy on his lower body, straightening his chest, and pulling in his abdomen!

“Say goodbye to your virginity!” I shouted in Leng Mingyue’s ear.

“No, no! Ah…”

The screams of deflowering echoed through the night sky. My enormous penis, like lightning, broke through the thin membrane, quickly passing through the narrow passage. The hot glans rubbed against the moist, juicy walls, finally slamming heavily into a patch of incredibly hot, tender flesh, sinking deep inside.

“Oh!”

I breathed a long sigh of relief. A virgin’s tender hole is just different—narrow, hot, and tight. This is what real intercourse feels like; masturbation is nothing compared to it. I only paused for a moment, then began thrusting at the most intense frequency my waist could withstand.

“It hurts, please, let me go…”

“Don’t do this, it hurts, ah…it hurts…it hurts.”

Leng Mingyue beneath me, affected by the pain of deflowering, became more aware and desperately begged me to stop my lewd acts. I paid no heed to her cries. The louder you scream, the more pleasure I get. This is what rape is all about.

During the intense thrusting, I used all the techniques described in the "Pleasure Technique," such as "nine shallow thrusts followed by one deep thrust" or "seven shallow thrusts followed by three

deep thrusts," on Leng Mingyue, gaining considerable experience in the process. These techniques are essentially the same, with minor variations in principle. I first withdrew three-quarters of my penis, then plunged it deep into Leng Mingyue's body, pressing against the tender flesh deep within her vagina. After a period of vigorous grinding, I thrust a few more times with light, fleeting movements. This method concentrated the intense pleasure primarily on the glans, and the smaller range of motion minimized the pain of deflowering Leng Mingyue.

My actions quickly made her forget the pain of losing her virginity. Intentionally or unintentionally, she began to writhe, responding to my defilement. She would occasionally utter a curse, but the overwhelming pleasure engulfed her consciousness like a flood.

"Is it comfortable, my wife?" Seeing Leng Mingyue's hot, delicate body writhing wildly beneath me, I simply untied the strips of cloth binding her hands. As soon as her hands could move, she immediately hooked them around my neck, hugging me tightly, twisting her incredibly graceful waist to meet my movements.

"Mmm, so good!"

I thrust in, excited, pulled out my penis, flipped Leng Mingyue over, straddled her back, and penetrated her from behind. My hands grabbed her breasts from behind, shaking them vigorously. Beneath me, Leng Mingyue supported herself on the bed with her hands, desperately twisting her snow-white buttocks to match my thrusting. Large amounts of honey-like fluid mixed with her virgin blood flowed down my scrotum, soaking the sheets red.

"Is it comfortable? Answer me quickly!" I gripped Leng Mingyue's breasts tightly, leaving deep finger marks on them.

"Ah...ah..."

"Say it quickly, don't just moan." I increased the frequency and force of my thrusts. It felt incredibly good; even after thrusting for so long, she was still as tight as the first time.

"Does it feel good?"

"Yes!" Leng Mingyue tossed her hair, shouting desperately.

"Call me husband!" I said, churning my penis inside her.

"Ugh...husband..." In ecstasy, Leng Mingyue raised her head, screaming hoarsely.

"Hahaha, you actually called me husband, so let my good wife have her fill."

I spoke in the most wicked voice in her ear, my penis pounding harder and harder against her, pushing her body step by step towards the abyss. Leng Mingyue, whose body had been conquered by me, could only wriggle her hips to receive my semen.

"Almost there."

With several frantic screams from Leng Mingyue, her virginity's first orgasm finally erupted like a volcano, scalding hot lava continuously spraying onto my glans. At this moment, I seized the opportunity, following the teachings of the Joyful Art, to use the Dragon Suction Technique to greedily replenish Leng Mingyue's virgin yin. Each time my penis sucked, it brought Leng Mingyue to an unparalleled climax. Rape is certainly pleasurable, but the sense of accomplishment from bringing a beautiful woman to such a climax is no less than defeating my master and becoming the world's number one martial arts master.

When my penis could no longer replenish anything, I rode on top of Leng Mingyue and continued my unfinished business.

"Oh, I can't take it anymore!"

After dozens more intense thrusts, I finally reached my peak, my large penis ejaculating the second wave of semen deep inside Leng Mingyue's uterus, completely staining Leng Mingyue's once pure crescent moon with a layer of filth.

Oh, this was incredibly pleasurable.

After climaxing, I collapsed weakly onto Leng Mingyue's back, panting heavily. Leng Mingyue was covered in fragrant sweat, the fine beads mingling with the fleshy scent of her body and the fishy smell of semen, creating an incredibly lewd atmosphere.

I tested my internal energy and found it had increased significantly. Haha, the martial arts of the demonic path are truly different! So pleasurable and fast, hahaha.

Soon, I regained my strength, my penis erect inside Leng Mingyue. I turned her over, straddling her alluring body, and immediately began my third round of defilement.

To thank my wife Leng Mingyue for her help, I will cherish her for the entire night, to compensate her for everything she has done for me, hahahaha…

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