Famous Detectives

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Wentian's reputation as the top constable in Kaifeng Prefecture wasn't solely based on his martial arts skills; he possessed an unparalleled ability—interrogation.
He had at least eighty-three methods to get people to talk and extract information. But what if someone lost their tongue?
Wentian had been a constable for twelve years, and there was no case he couldn't pry open or solve.
Now, the stable boy was the only eyewitness, and he didn't want to miss this opportunity.
Steward Liu of Kaifeng Prefecture was retiring, and the various constables were fiercely vying for the position. If he solved this major case, he would undoubtedly be the next steward. Moreover, the Guan family would certainly thank him handsomely.
Lately, whenever he thought about this matter, he couldn't help but think of Madam Guan.
Her fleeting glance, her enigmatic smile, had already taken root in his heart.
Wang Sihua had been the most beautiful woman in the martial arts world for over twenty years. At that time, Wentian was only a teenager, and to catch a glimpse of her unparalleled beauty, he would go to the mountain every day to practice his swordsmanship.
Although the mountain was far from his home, it was just past her house.
Finally, one day, Wentian saw the legendary beauty.
With arched eyebrows and phoenix eyes, a graceful figure, and flowing hair that danced in the wind, she walked across the wide meadow like a fairy descending to earth.
Beside her stood a handsome young man.
At that time, Guan Jin was already a renowned young swordsman, his iron spear ranked twelfth on Bai Xiaosheng's "Weapon Ranking."
Upon seeing Guan Jin, Wentian lowered his head; he knew he had no hope.
Later, Wentian became the top constable, and the hospitable Guan Jin often invited him to his home. Even when busy with official duties, Wentian never broke his promise.
—In Guan Family Fortress, there was not only the great swordsman Guan, but also his beautiful wife.
Although opportunities to meet were rare, just a chance to see her and exchange a few words would make Wentian's blood boil.
Now that Guan Jin was dead, would Wang Sihua feel lonely?
Wentian straightened his clothes; his heart pounded again, as if a fire was burning in his blood. He opened the door to the dark room and pushed the stable boy inside.
There was another person inside, a mature woman in her late thirties. She was hunched over, leaning on an iron chair, her hands bound to the armrests with rope.
Upon seeing the woman, the stable boy immediately knelt down at Wentian's feet. He couldn't speak, only kowtowing repeatedly.
Wentian smiled; he knew this questioning would finally yield results. He strode behind the woman and said, "If you don't want your mother to suffer, answer my question."
The stable boy opened his mouth and nodded, making "ah ah" sounds.
Wentian picked up a pen and threw it in front of the stable boy: "Write down your answer."
The stable boy pointed at the pen and waved his hand.
Was he unable to write, or unwilling to write?
Wentian turned, lifted the woman's skirt, and tore her underpants in one swift motion.
Her arms were rough, but her inner skin was snow-white. Her round, plump buttocks were particularly alluring in the candlelight, and her untouched anus was as tight as a young girl's.
Wentian gently kneaded her slender, rounded thighs. The woman twisted her hips and moaned, "Master, no..."
"No what?" Wentian reached for her private parts. "As long as your Yun'er writes, I won't move."
Her vaginal muscles were already parted, held in place by two fingers.
"Yun'er can't write, Master, be gentle..." the woman pleaded softly, as if afraid her child would hear. "My
hearing is poor, Madam. If you speak, please speak louder." Wentian held her vulva with his left hand and pressed his right index finger against her anus.
She bent her legs, trying to avoid Wentian's attack. "Master, don't touch there... I... can't take it."
Wentian glanced at the stable boy, who was holding his head high, his eyes filled with rage.
This was exactly what Wentian wanted. As long as he couldn't bear his mother's cries, he would have no choice but to write.
His fingers went inside, and it was wet inside. It seemed the drug was starting to take effect.
"Madam, it's so wet and slippery here, what good things are you thinking about?"
The woman shook her head desperately, saying, "Master, don't touch me... Oh... Yun'er, don't look..."
Wentian inserted his finger into her anus and laughed, "Madam's voice is too soft, I still don't understand what you mean."
The woman's buttocks swayed even more rapidly, because Wentian's finger had already explored her anus. A place that had never been touched by anyone was being played with in front of her child, and she was on the verge of collapse.
"Master, spare us!"
"Madam's voice is still too low, could you speak louder?"
"Spare me, Master!" The woman pressed her legs together and cried out loudly.
"Madam may say no, but it's not like that here." Wentian withdrew his finger and stared at the semen on it: "Your son should also know that only a lewd woman will get wet when touched."
Even the most helpless person could not bear to hear such an insult to his mother. As soon as Wentian finished speaking, the stable boy pounced on him and bit Wentian's finger.
His eyes were already bloodshot.
Why would he rather let his mother be humiliated before his eyes than write it down? Was it unwillingness or fear?
"Yun'er, don't do anything foolish..." His mother tensed, but her hands couldn't break free.
Wen Tian smiled at the mother and son before him, his right hand reaching for the stable boy's chin. His mouth opened, and once opened, it couldn't close again. The enraged stable boy swung his arm at Wen Tian, but Wen Tian twisted him behind his back, and soon a rope was wrapped around his arm.
"You beast, quickly... quickly release Yun'er!" The woman raised her left foot, aiming for Wen Tian's groin.
Wen Tian dodged, his hand already grabbing her ankle: "Madam, there's no need to rush. I don't like things done too quickly." As he spoke, he slapped her buttocks with his backhand, and a handprint appeared on her fair buttocks with a "smack."
"Ah... beast!" the woman screamed loudly.
"Slap! Slap!"
"Madam, you've misspoke. I am Wentian."
"Beast! You'll die a horrible death! Ah..."
"Life and death are preordained, Madam, you're overthinking it." Wentian spread her legs, inserted his fingers into her vagina, and probed inside.
"Your vagina is so forceful, does Madam perhaps enjoy being hit?"
"You... Ah... No..." Violently attacked, she could only twist her hips forcefully.
"Madam's hips twist very well. Does it feel special in front of your son?"
Wentian's fingers slid down to her buttocks, pressing against her anus. Her buttocks were red from the slaps, making her body even more sensitive. Her anus petals opened and closed gently, and Wentian thrust in.
He moved both hands simultaneously, pulling out the lower one and inserting the upper one.
"Ah...oh...no..." The woman's cries turned into moans: "Don't go so deep..."
"Madam is indeed a wanton woman. Has your back door been violated before?"
"No! Hmm...beast!..."
"If Madam doesn't cooperate, I, Qin, will have no choice but to cultivate it for you." Wentian added another finger inside: "The intimate parts are so close, it will surely be very pleasant to do."
"…Mmm…Mmm…It hurts…You beast…Mmm…" The woman swayed her body, her buttocks raised high, as if trying to avoid him, yet also as if welcoming him.
"Madam, you keep calling me a beast, are you enjoying it?"
"Mmm…Don't say…beast…"
"Your Yun'er is still willing to agree, I'm afraid he wants to see more of his mother's wantonness…" Wentian squatted down, his fingers quickening the rubbing, and suddenly licked her buttocks.
"Oh…Yun'er, don't look…don't lick…" The hot buttocks were licked by his tongue, mixed with a pain and numbness, and her son next to her glared angrily, his eyes actually seeming to be somewhat excited.
"Yun'er, Mother doesn't mean it…don't look at Mother…" As she said this, she tried her best to offer her buttocks up, welcoming Wentian's thrusting and licking.
"Madam, your juices smell pungent," Wentian's tongue replaced his fingers, teasing the opening of her vulva. "Do you want my penis inside?"
"Mmm...no...no...you beast..."
"You're in your prime, and your husband is away from home for years. Have you thought about your son's thing?" Wentian enveloped a patch of her vulva, sucking frantically.
"Oh...no...I haven't thought about Yun'er's...thing..." The woman blushed, secretly glancing at her son.
The son was also secretly watching his mother, their eyes meeting.
Wentian continued, "When a woman says no, nine times out of ten she means yes. It seems you really want your son's penis."
Mother and son were still staring at each other. Hearing Wentian's words, the boy's eyes shone with passion. His body was trembling, as if he desperately wanted to hear his mother's answer.
Seeing her son's reaction, the woman's heart raced. Staring at his face, she trembled and said, "Mmm... Yun'er... Mother... mmm..." Her broken words revealed the mother's innermost thoughts.
The boy struggled excitedly, but tripped over the rope and fell to the ground.
"Yun'er, Mother understands... mmm... Mother's good Yun'er..."
"...Ah... Ah..." The boy shuffled on the ground, pleadingly looking at Wentian.
Wentian released the woman's body and said to the boy, "As long as you tell me what happened that day, from now on, you and your son..."
The boy closed his eyes; his heart must have been struggling.
"Yun'er, quickly... quickly tell him... Mother... mmm..."
His mother's call gave him strength, and the boy finally nodded.
Wentian released his rope, and he picked up a pen.
He couldn't write, but he could draw. And he drew very expressively.
In a clearing in the woods, there was a large carriage, its roof draped with a beaded curtain. On the other side, Guan Jin lay on the ground, a sword strapped to his back. The sword was held by a man in black; his eyes were unusual, and Wentian immediately recognized them—he was sure he'd seen them somewhere before!
After finishing his drawing, the stable boy threw down his brush and gestured for Wentian to release his mother.
Wentian put away the drawing and turned back, saying, "Go back first. After cleaning the bedroom, you can live together tomorrow."
The stable boy wanted to say something more, but ultimately remained silent.
"Yun'er…you go first. He won't make things difficult for your mother." After some time, she became much more sensible.
Wentian smiled and walked to her side, touching her red bottom.
"Stop touching me, hurry... come in..."
"What's the matter, Madam?"
"I... want to go home as soon as possible."

II. A flurry of blossoms.
Hearing Xue Chi's conclusion, He Yi didn't rush towards the Tang Clan. He still had some things to understand.
Because—even if five Tang Clan masters attacked simultaneously, they wouldn't be able to reach Guan Jin in one move, let alone have a chance to stab him with their swords.
Passing through that grove of trees, further ahead was Yunhai Manor. Yunhai Manor wasn't built on a mountain, and there was no sea nearby. Even more strangely, He Yi couldn't see a single orchid.
This already proved one thing: Wang Jing was lying!
Serving tea, Wang Jing said, "Second Master He, you must have come here for Master Guan's sake."
He Yi snorted, taking it as an answer. If it weren't for his elder brother, he really wouldn't want to be with a liar.
Wang Jing waved away the servants: "Although I lied, it was also for Master Guan's sake."
"Oh?"
"That's a secret." Wang Jing picked up the tea cup and slowly drank.
He Yi frowned, waiting for him to continue.
"If it weren't for Grandpa Guan's accident, I would never have told you, even if it meant my death."
He Yi remained silent.
Wang Jing continued, "In many people's eyes, Guan Jin is a truly upright and honorable hero."
He Yi nodded and said, "That's right."
Wang Jing said, "So even when he does something unusual, others don't think much of it."
He Yi said, "I don't understand."
Wang Jing said leisurely, "Although Guan Jin is on good terms with you, there are some things he's keeping from you."
"Oh?" "
I wonder if Second Master He knows that a new gang has recently emerged in the martial arts world?"
"The Righteousness Hall? "
"Exactly. Second Master He must also know about the major events the Righteousness Hall has recently undertaken?" The
Righteousness Hall was established in February, and in the past six months it has swept across the Central Plains martial arts world. In April, it destroyed the "Four Tigers of the Iron Family," in May it wiped out the lecherous thief "The Painted-Faced Gentleman," and in July it opened thirty-five new branches. At the beginning of this month...
"Second Master He, do you know who the leader of the hall is?"
"The Righteousness Hall's actions are all righteous, but the identity of the leader seems to be deliberately hidden."
"That's right. This is simply because the leader of the Righteousness Hall is Guan Jin, Master Guan!"
"Is there any evidence?"
"No evidence is needed." Wang Jing turned his back and walked towards a painting.
"I only discovered this by accident," he sighed, then added, "Guan Jin always brings something with him whenever he comes here."
He Yi didn't ask; he knew he would continue.
"We all had a great time that time," Wang Jing closed his eyes, as if recalling something from long ago, "Later, Grandpa Guan went to sleep."
It was a special night. When Wang Jing entered the room, he was surprised to find a red cloth bundle. Wang Jing assumed it was another gift to enhance the experience, so he casually opened it, only to find a notebook inside, filled with many things. Many secrets that should only be kept in the heart, never to be told to others.
He Yi said, "I didn't expect you to have such a hobby."
Wang Jing said, "I regretted it at the time, and was just about to put it back in when Guan Jin woke up."
"How did he explain it?"
"Master Guan didn't say anything, only that I shouldn't tell anyone."
"What you said is pleasing to the ear, but there's something I really can't understand."
"Oh?"
"Brother Guan didn't come here for the orchids," He Yi stared at Wang Jing and said in a deep voice, "was he just here to chat with you?"
"Master Guan didn't come here for the orchids, but for something else." Wang Jing sighed again, his face slightly red: "The world-renowned Master Guan has a hobby that I share."
A hobby? Could it be an unspeakable secret? ***
Night had fallen. Wang Sihua was still awake. Tomorrow, her husband would be buried; this was truly a final farewell. The soft lamplight shone on her face, tears welling in her eyes. He was gone forever. The taste of separation by death was indescribable unless experienced firsthand. Wang Sihua stood up and walked to the bronze mirror on the wall. Her jade-like body, draped in a gauze dress, still looked so alluring; her high breasts and fair thighs were even more prominent beneath the thin fabric. If a young girl's body was an aphrodisiac, then a mature woman was poison. A young girl in bed merely accepts, even if she wants to act, she dares not. Yet it is precisely this mixture of shame and resentment that makes them attractive; older men often find this more appealing. Sex doesn't have to be long-lasting, but it must be interesting. If a woman is younger than one's own daughter, the experience is like sleepwalking—not just novelty, but more importantly, a return to feelings from years past. Therefore, wealthy men are often willing to pay exorbitant prices for a woman's virginity; what they want isn't necessarily the rosy hue, but mostly the spectacle. Watching a young girl, experiencing the first stirrings of life, moaning and whimpering beneath them, enduring the impact of something never before seen, is the most captivating sight and the most arousing to a man's desire. Married women are different. They have more experience in bed, more expertise; they don't just endure the man's thrusts, they know how to reciprocate. Moreover, they often perform actions they enjoy and utter lewd words that resonate within them. Such women are like sweet poison; even knowing their dangers, men still indulge, and once they've tasted them, they can't stop. Wang Sihua is no longer young; in the countryside, women her age have often passed away, and some are already grandmothers. Yet her figure remains unchanged, like that of a young girl experiencing the first stirrings of spring. Her waist remained slender, her chest not only white but also firm and perky. Her two slightly pink nipples were still so small; touching them with a finger sent a burning sensation downwards. Wang Sihua's eyes sparkled as she gazed at her reflection, seemingly mesmerized. The beauty in the mirror smiled, her hand pulling open her gauze robe, her fingers sliding across her chest. Her alabaster breasts trembled under the lamplight, her alluring cleavage opening and closing with each rub. A blush spread across her face as her slender, jade-like fingers kneaded her nipples, gradually moving downwards. There are two ways to maintain youthful beauty: one is through a man's touch; the other is a martial art. While a man's touch is effective, it's not something ordinary people can achieve. Even the strongest man in the world cannot continuously nourish his wife for life. This martial art originated from a Western demonic cult; the "Hundred Flower Fairy," renowned for her beauty thirty years ago, used it to wreak havoc in the martial world. The "Fairy of a Hundred Flowers" was over a hundred years old at that time, but no one who saw her believed it. Men fought to the death for her, while women spoke of her with envy. She looked like a beautiful woman in her thirties, with fair skin that exuded a faint fragrance. The fragrance was captivating, and so was she. Countless young men of the martial world had lost their lives for her. At her feet were thousands of loyal followers. Within two years, the "Hundred Flowers Sect" had surpassed Shaolin and Wudang. Her "Twelve Golden Hairpins" and "Eighty-Four Phoenixes" stirred up a storm of lust and bloodshed wherever they went in the martial world. Later, Shaolin, Wudang, Qingcheng, and other major sects joined forces to wipe out the Hundred Flowers Sect. After a fierce battle lasting five days and nights, they finally forced the "Fairy of a Hundred Flowers" out of her palace. Her Yang-level personal bodyguards were all top-notch fighters. In the battle, more than a hundred people from various sects died or were injured, including Master Wuji of Shaolin. Helpless, the various factions had no choice but to temporarily retreat, sealing off the entrance to the "Hundred Flowers Sect" and watching them await their doom. Unexpectedly, that very night, the "Hundred Flowers Fairy" led a breakout, and despite the overwhelming numbers of the various factions, she escaped. Wang Sihua found her at the foot of the mountain; the "Hundred Flowers Fairy" lay on the ground, barely alive, riddled with twenty-nine sword wounds. Wang Sihua stayed by her side, accompanying her through her final day. Before dying, the "Hundred Flowers Fairy" pulled a book from her bosom and said a sentence to Wang Sihua. Wang Sihua was only fifteen years old then and didn't quite understand the sentence. But she remembered it, and over the years, she had secretly been practicing it. "If you want to hold a man's heart, practice the skills in this book." *** It was now nearly midnight, the perfect time for practice. Wang Sihua took off her gauze robe and swayed in front of the bronze mirror, her fingers teasing her lower body. "Our sect's secret technique, 'Charming as Spring,' is passed down only to disciples within the sect, one person per generation." "With prolonged practice, this technique can grant eternal youth. If one also practices the method of replenishing yin with yang, one can attain immortality." "The first step before practicing is to arouse yourself. The stronger the passion, the greater the effect. Remember: no matter what method you use, you must arouse yourself greatly; otherwise, the practice will be useless." These were the words on the first page of that book. The first time Wang Sihua saw them, she blushed upon just a glance. Now, however, she was not only used to it but also eagerly sought that feeling. The pleasure achieved through fantasy and dreams was something ordinary people could not experience. There were no taboos, no rules, as if all the men under heaven were naked, surrounding her, their lower bodies erect with enormous, towering phalluses. At that moment, she was not only the most beautiful woman in the world but also the most powerful and happiest woman among women. The candlelight blazed brightly; she was already lost in a dream. Her fingers groped and probed into the flower's heart, teasing it wantonly, her voice growing increasingly breathless. Behind the bronze mirror was a small hole, containing only two things: a book and a beautifully wrapped red box. Inside the red box was a red cloth. Uncovering the cloth, Wang Sihua laughed. No one in the world had ever seen such a laugh, and even if it were told, no one would believe it. The wife of the dignified hero Guan Jin, the mistress of Guan Family Fortress, to have such a laugh—a laugh containing obscenity, even evil—even the most famous "Willow Eyebrows" girl in Yangzhou couldn't laugh. Even if she could laugh, she could never laugh with such seductive charm. She laughed as if speaking to a close friend of many years, taking out that thing and inserting it between her full, round buttocks. Her jade-like hand caressed it, her buttocks swaying wildly. That soft, leathery yet perfectly firm rod was curved, like a banana from Jiangnan; as the fingers withdrew, the other inserted. As the teacup sipped, fine beads of sweat appeared on her body. With a slight exertion of her fingers, the stick slid into her buttocks, and then she opened the book. "To hold a man's heart, practice the skills in this book." Her husband was gone; whose heart did she still want to hold? *** August 14th. Morning. Foggy. He Yi stood outside the gate of Guan Family Fortress. Although it was only early autumn, the air was already chilly, and a thin layer of frost had formed on the roadside weeds. Today was the day of Guan Jin's burial, and representatives from several famous sects in the martial arts world had arrived early. Master Tang of the Tang Clan stood before He Yi, cautiously answering every question he uttered.

"The Poison of Quick Return has been banned in our sect for many years." Master Tang, now in his sixties, didn't have a particularly good reputation in the martial arts world. In
the past decade, the Tang Clan's prestige had declined significantly, but their methods of poisoning were far more sophisticated than before. To achieve their goals, they no longer adhered to the rules established by Tang Chuang.
"Anyone who crosses the Tang Clan is not far from death." This was a widely circulated saying within the Tang Clan, and it was said that Master Tang was the first to utter it.
Master Tang, tall and slender, smiled broadly on his sallow face: "This poison is too difficult to use; many people have been rendered unable to fight because of it."
This was his reason. The reason for banning it was simple: it wasn't that the poisoned person would die too quickly, but if the person who administered the poison injured their hand, that was unforgivable.
"Is the use of 'Swift Return' quite unique?"
"It's not very complicated, but there aren't many people in the world who can learn it." Master Tang's smile deepened: "Right now, there are definitely no more than three people in the entire world."
"These three people must all be members of the Tang Clan." A surge of heat rose in He Yi's chest: "Besides you, the other two are…"
Master Tang's smile widened: "Although I know how to use it, I haven't touched this weapon for eight years, and the other two are not members of our sect."
A look of reverence suddenly appeared in his eyes, and he murmured: "One who can use 'Swift Return' doesn't necessarily have to have superb martial arts skills, but one must have a pair of exquisite hands."
He Yi couldn't help but look at his hands.
Members of the Tang Clan always wear long robes with particularly wide cuffs, and Master Tang's were not only wide but also long, almost reaching his knees.
Was it for convenience, or to prevent others from seeing his hands?
Master Tang smiled and flicked his sleeves, and a pair of hands shot out like lightning, grabbing towards He Yi's face. He Yi's hand flashed, and his attack missed, but something else appeared in his hand.
Master Tang smiled and opened his hand, returning He Yi's breastplate, saying, "Hands must not only be fast, but also nimble."
His hands were nimble, and fast enough; He Yi understood somewhat.
Master Tang, however, feared he still didn't understand, and continued, "That alone isn't enough."
Still not enough?
"Yes, the person worthy of the 'Swift Return' technique must have a strong heart."
Who among those who poison isn't ruthless?
He Yi didn't ask; he didn't want to spoil Master Tang's interest.
Master Tang raised his head high and said, "In the world, besides me, only the ascetic master of Shaolin and Abbess Jing Shui of Emei can avoid the backlash of the poison when it's used."
One is a high-ranking Shaolin monk, and the other is renowned for his benevolence; these two would never do such a thing.
He Yi nodded and asked, "I've long heard that Mr. Tang enjoys traveling and sightseeing. May I ask where you've been lately?"
Mr. Tang's smile faded, and he replied seriously, "I haven't left Sichuan for three years." ***
White sails fluttered, and cries echoed. The funeral procession from Guanjiabao finally dispersed, and the steward, who had been working tirelessly for many days, breathed a sigh of relief and turned to walk towards the back hall. "Madam." "Who is it?" "It's me." "Is there something you need?" "They, they've all left." " Come in." The steward pushed open the door and entered a world of gauze. The soft and transparent gauze was like a beauty amidst the fragrance of cosmetics. This was Wang Sihua's boudoir. Wang Sihua leaned against the bed with her back to the steward. Through the gossamer-like black gauze, her bare back, slender waist, and rounded, full buttocks were visible. "Hua Lang?" Wang Sihua raised her jade hand, and the gauze slipped down, revealing her snow-white and smooth body to the steward. Between her two full, round buttocks, a strip of red cloth was held, so striking it was impossible to look away. The steward's breath seemed to catch in his throat, his voice trembling as he said, "Madam... Madam wants to..." Wang Sihua picked up a bronze mirror and said, "Isn't that Xue Chi from Jiangnan very obedient?" " He's not only very obedient," the steward stepped forward, his hand actually touching Wang Sihua's thigh, "but also... " The steward's hands brazenly caressed Wang Sihua's body, "Even if he wanted to disobey, he couldn't now." "Hmm?" The steward bent down, licking down her thigh, "Doesn't Madam understand my methods?" He was not only arrogant but also somewhat haughty, his hands kneading and pinching Wang Sihua's jade-like body, his mouth slowly moving to her ankles, taking her nail-painted toes into his mouth. Guan Jin's body was barely cold, and this servant seemed far too audacious. Wang Sihua, however, showed no anger, not even a hint of dissatisfaction. Had this already happened before? Or was she afraid he would do something? Her thighs were full, her calves slender. Even more beautiful were her ankles, so beautiful that they couldn't help but make one's mind wander to the unknown. Wang Sihua turned around, raised her right leg, and the butler, as if something had happened, opened his mouth and chased after her. Wang Sihua smiled; she had always been confident in her body and knew the function of every part of it. In fact, women have many ways to deal with men. She wore a pair of soft red silk rings on her ankles; if someone wanted, they could even put their head inside. This was a weapon she had thought of today. For men, a real weapon doesn't necessarily have to be gold, silver, bronze, or iron. As long as you can think of it, plus the right time and environment, sometimes even a drop of water is enough to make a powerful man kneel before a woman. Worldly women only know how to cry, make a scene, and threaten suicide, but they don't know that this won't win a man's heart; sometimes it might even have the opposite effect. A real woman's skills in controlling men are beyond what ordinary people can imagine. Wang Sihua twitched her toes, smiling as she watched the steward open the silk ring until his head slipped inside, his tongue then touching her calf. "You look just like something," Wang Sihua said, stroking his head, continuing, "both loyal and honest, making me really not want you to leave." The steward's movements abruptly stopped. "What does Madam mean…?" he asked. Wang Sihua said, "It's not quite right for a newly widowed woman to have a steward attending to her every day." The steward said, "As long as Madam doesn't object, who in Guan Family Fortress would dare to speak ill of us?" Wang Sihua sighed, "Others probably don't have the guts, but Wangtian is already quite grown up; he understands many things." The steward relaxed, and his tongue began to move again: "Although Young Master Guan has grown up, there are some things he probably won't forget too quickly." "Madam should remember that matter as well, so as not to have to remind me every day." The steward slowly emerged from the silk ring and then pounced on Wang Sihua. *** " Raising a cup to ask the blue sky." This is a line of poetry, and also the name of a sword. A truly peerless sword must have an extraordinary name. The white-worn deerskin scabbard and the cold, unyielding blade are particularly alluring in the flickering candlelight, and Wentian's heart begins to pound again.

"Madam said Master Qin has been working hard these past few days, so she specially chose this gift." The gift was delivered by a girl with heavy makeup. After saying this, she sat in Wentian's lap.
Although young, her figure was already quite impressive; her full breasts and large hips spoke volumes.
"Did she give any other instructions?" A surge of heat coursed through Wentian's chest, and his voice was almost uncontrollable.
The woman wrapped her arms around Wentian's neck: "Madam also said that I'll do whatever Master Qin wants me to do." As she spoke, she reached down to Wentian's lower body, grasping his penis through his robe.
"Master Qin, what do you want me to do?" Her voice was seductive, her scent alluring.
Her fingers roamed between his penis and testicles, making Wentian even more flustered: "Your Majesty... does your Madam have any other instructions?"
"No."
Wentian's heart sank to the bottom of the sea. Why not?
"Sir," the woman grabbed Wentian's arm, "I feel a bit swollen here, sir, please rub it for me."
Although the girl seemed anxious, Wentian had no interest whatsoever. This kind of thing, where they immediately get involved, must have some other purpose if it wasn't for the reward.
"You should go back. There's nothing to do here."
"Master, I...I want you..." Fear filled the girl's eyes. "Master's penis will get hard soon, I want you to penetrate me...um...Master."
Wentian pushed her away angrily. "I have no need. Even if I did, Tianxiang Tower wouldn't lack someone like you."
"Master has been there?" The girl turned her back and unbuttoned her blouse. "Since you've been there, how can you not want it?"
Her large, white breasts and plump buttocks writhed in front of Wentian. "This lowly body is willing to ascend to paradise with Master...um...Master, look, it's all wet here..." Wentian
said coldly. "If you don't leave, I'll throw you out right now!"
*** Watching the girl run away like a little bird, Wentian sat down again. She brought him a square box that emitted a faint woman's fragrance. Wentian opened it and saw the sword. This sword once caused a great stir in the martial arts world, with the Chongshan and Hengshan sects fighting to the death for it. Wentian picked it up, glanced at it twice, and put it down. " I am not a swordsman, what use is a sword to me? You should know what I'm thinking, so why did you let a lowly courtesan seduce me? " The box was made of exquisite materials, with a hidden compartment inside. Inside the compartment, there was a pink silk cloth with a few words written on it: "In the lonely night, may you cherish me; like mandarin ducks falling into the water, my heart is filled with longing." There was no signature, yet it was more captivating than any signature. Wentian had read these words countless times. Each time, he pondered for a long time. In a hazy state, he seemed to return to his childhood, to the era of frequent dreams. The moonlight was bright, the air was chilly, but a fire ignited in Wentian's heart, gradually spreading throughout his body, even changing his eyes. They became bulging, and his tongue trembled wildly around his lips. Some say it's an illness, an incurable one. Those afflicted are usually exceptionally skilled in that area; some call them "lustful demons." Once possessed by this demon of lust, only beauty can cure it. He already regretted letting the girl leave. Lust slowly spread, burning him until he tore his robe, his fingers naturally reaching downwards. One hand above, one below; one hand manipulating, the other seemingly thrusting. Even the world's number one constable does things differently. He was at the peak, almost reaching his climax, when suddenly the door opened a crack, revealing a full, firm thigh. "A lonely lamp in the cold night, Master Qin certainly knows how to enjoy himself." Though the person was outside, the sexual provocation was already palpable. "...Who...who's outside..." "Madam knows Master can't sleep well, so she specially sent me," she said, still standing outside the door. "I just don't know if Master Qin will throw me out?" " We'll have to see what Master Qin does to know," Wentian replied, grabbing his robe to cover his lower body. *** Thick fog. Deep night. The night grew darker, and a figure in the fog slipped through the corridor and into the inner courtyard of Guan Family Fortress. On nights like this, anything was convenient. Wang Sihua leaned against the pool, the gentle warmth enveloping her like a fog. She liked this feeling; in the rising heat, her whole body seemed to melt away. Shouldn't he be here soon? The troublesome days were over, from now on... "Mother..." Guan Wangtian slipped in, his eyes fixed on his mother. Wang Sihua seemed not to hear him, still scooping up a spoonful of hot water and pouring it over her outstretched legs. The water seemed tempting, rushing down her thighs towards her midsection, parting the dark hair to reveal a glimpse of her hidden labia. Her white thighs, tinged with pink, the woman's most private parts, were laid bare before her son. Guan Wangtian's breathing quickened, his hands tightening his robes as he cried out, "Mother! Mother!" "Hmm..." Wang Sihua nodded, her fingers slowly sliding towards her vulva: "Tian'er... what time is it now..." Guan Wangtian looked at his mother's fingers: "The hour of Zi is almost over, the hour of Chou..." He abruptly stopped, moving closer to his mother: "Mother, I..." His mother's fingers were already inside, held between two tender, red labia. Wang Sihua said, "Mother needs to wash more thoroughly, remove all his things." "Mother, you're so good... Tian'er, Tian'er won't let you down!" Guan Wangtian's hands and feet trembled, unsure where to put them. Looking at her son's anxious eyes and listening to his vow-like declaration, Wang Sihua smiled: "As long as you remember your mother's kindness, from now on you will be the master of Guan Family Fortress. Everything in the fortress will be yours, including me..." Her eyes flickered, her beautiful gaze drifting towards her son's genitals. "You haven't been here for so many days, have you been with anyone?" Wang Sihua's seductive charm was alluring, her jade finger pointing to her son's nose, her hand still stained with her own fluids. "Mother, I..." "If you've been, you've been. Men shouldn't stutter." Wang Sihua pointed her finger, and a drop of her fluids ran down her son's nose, flowing into Guan Wangtian's mouth. Guan Wangtian closed his lips and sucked wildly, taking his mother's finger into his mouth, pulling at his robe sash, revealing his bare chest, his close-fitting trousers already bulging with his erect penis. "You know your mother doesn't like things to be rushed, why are you like this again?" Watching her son's penis gradually swell, Wang Sihua smiled even more seductively. Tonight, she would definitely satisfy him. She had sacrificed and thought too much for this day, especially since the drug was already clearly taking effect. She had found the drug in her husband's secret chamber; if he hadn't died so "coincidentally," she might never have needed it. While "Itching to the Core" originated in the Western Regions, it wasn't nearly as potent. The real aphrodisiac was a strange herb from beyond the Great Wall. This herb had no name and was initially used to feed cattle and horses. Later, someone discovered that the meat of livestock from beyond the Great Wall could enhance sexual performance, and after much investigation, physicians finally realized that the herb was the culprit.

So this herb got its name: "Pleasure Herb."
Just soak it in wine for a hundred days, and a single sip will allow you to engage in a night of unbeatable lust. What's more, this herb isn't soaked in wine, but in a naturally arousing "itchy, piercing" substance.
She had already felt the difference while practicing earlier; what usually took half an hour to prepare seemed to be done from the start. In a short while, her skin was not only delicate, but its firm elasticity surpassed that of a virgin.
Guan Wangtian spat out his mother's fingers, pulling her to put on her quilt, but she pulled her hand away.
"Tian'er…" Wang Sihua turned her body, her back to her son, sticking out her buttocks: "Clean your mother up."
"I wonder if Mother likes being in the water…" Guan Wangtian took off his robe, about to enter the pool.
"You only know the water is fun, but you don't know there's something even more wonderful." Wang Sihua twisted her hips, letting her son see her anus: "That place used to be his, now…" As she spoke, her fingers slid down her skin, massaging there.
"Where?"
"Yangxin Tower."
"Yangxin Tower? Isn't that where Father studied? Could it be..."
"Although it's a good place to study, your father never actually studied there. Tian'er, are you interested in...?"
"Of course I'd like to, but right now in the fortress..."
"He Yi has already returned to his residence, and the fellow martial artists have long since left. Even if a servant sees us, who would dare to say anything?" Wang Sihua got up, put on a thin veil, and nestled into her son's arms.
"Now, do you miss your mother?" The mother wrapped her arms around her son's strong arms and said seductively, "The things there are very special..."
"Wentian hasn't left yet, Mother, have you forgotten?"
"That Qin fellow is a lecherous devil, he's probably embracing Xian'er right now." Wang Sihua's eyes sparkled, and her jade hand gripped her son's staff: "It'll be dawn soon, listen to your mother, hmm..." "Mother, hold on tighter. "
Guan Wangtian pulled his mother into his arms.
*** An alluring fragrance, a seductive body. Wentian stared intently, his tiger-like eyes wide, seemingly mesmerized. Cui Xian'er swayed in, placing her hands on Wentian's shoulders: "Master Qin, haven't you ever seen a woman before?" Her body was completely naked, without a single piece of cloth. Her breasts were firm, her abdomen flat, and a tuft of hair peeked out between her parted thighs… Wentian didn't move; his mind was racing, the old case from the beginning of the year resurfacing. "You're Feng Erniang!" Wentian suddenly roared, locking Cui Xian'er's wrists. Cui Xian'er was startled for a moment, then smiled seductively: "Master Qin is overworked and might mistake me for someone else. I am Cui Xian'er." As she spoke, she moved forward, her breasts pressing against Wentian's arm. "Feng Erniang, you still dare to deny it?" Wentian avoided Cui Xian'er's teasing, looking even more closely. "Who is Feng Erniang? Perhaps Master Qin is seeing things?" Cui Xian'er raised her pink leg, placing her foot against Wentian's crotch. Snow-white feet, vibrant nail polish—if it were anyone else, Wentian would have already pounced on them. But this woman—Feng Erniang, whose childhood name was Meiniang, was twenty-nine years old. She married into the Jia family of Shandong at sixteen, and her husband died of illness at eighteen. Unable to resist, the young woman seduced her father-in-law, who died of ejaculation less than six months later. At twenty, she eloped with someone, encountering the licentious Wanmiao Xianniang, from whom she learned the art of absorbing yang energy to replenish yin, thus beginning her practice of harming others… In the third month of the year, she sneaked into Zhenyuan Escort Agency, and in one night, drained the essence of thirteen young boys… Her face was rosy, and she had a red mole on her neck… Thinking of this, Wentian couldn't help but look at her neck. Her skin was like white jade, smooth and alluring. Where was the red mole? A mask can conceal a person; can a mole also be hidden? Wentian shook his head, released Cuixian'er's wrist, and said with a wry smile, "I was careless. Did I hurt you, Madam?" "I'm not in pain, but what Master Qin said is shocking." Cuixian'er stroked the back of her hand, then continued, "My husband unfortunately passed away first, and I'm now living with Madam Guan. How could I be some Feng Erniang?" "Madam's appearance is extremely similar to Feng Erniang, that's why I..." "Master Qin doesn't believe me, could it be..." Cuixian'er used her toes to lift Wentian's robe, gently stroking his penis: "You don't believe Madam Guan's words either?" Madam Guan? What did he say? Wentian's eyes flashed, waiting for her to continue. Cuixian'er didn't speak further, her toes pressing against his penis, slowly stroking to the base: "Madam said, this..." Her foot stopped below his testicles, her body suddenly swaying, exclaiming, "What's this here..." Before she could finish speaking, she collapsed. What had she seen? *** Guan Wangtian carried Wang Sihua and placed her on the bed on the second floor. The Yangxin Building was dark, yet filled with endless jewels. "Red Shell" was the name of a luminous pearl; its light was red. A red pearl, pale red walls, a large red bed, and a mother and son aroused by lust. The mother's gauze robe fell to the floor, and the son's penis stood erect. "Tian'er," Wang Sihua pointed to the corner of the bed, "open the cabinet." Inside the cabinet was a leather whip. Seeing it, Guan Wangtian's eyes brightened. A demonic glint suddenly flashed in his eyes, and he trembled as he grabbed the whip handle and offered it to his mother. "Mother! You want…" Wang Sihua didn't take it, but instead turned and lay face down on the bed, her two full buttocks raised high. "Mother…?" Guan Wangtian's voice trembled. "Hit me!" His mother's voice was full of longing. "…" "Use the whip to hit your mother!" "Okay!" The words had barely left his lips when the thick leather whip lashed down. " Smack ! Smack!" "My son, um... my son... harder..." *** When Cui Xian'er opened her eyes, her hands were already handcuffed to the chair. Wen Tian stood naked in front of her, holding her chin with his hand, pointing to his lower body, and said: "Some things are better left unknown." His fingers touched down there, then thrust in with his other hand: "Since you already know, then you can't blame me. But before you die, I, Qin, want to taste Feng Er Niang's methods." Cui Xian'er said: "I am not Feng Er Niang." Wen Tian said: "Feng Er Niang doesn't necessarily have to die, but it's different for those who see my secret." His left hand lifted his penis, and his right hand actually reached into her body from under his testicles, enveloping his fingers in two tender red labia. How could a man have a vagina? No one would have thought that the renowned number one constable of Kaifeng Prefecture would be a hermaphrodite! Wentian showed no shame whatsoever. He rubbed his penis with one hand and parted her labia with the other, saying to Cui Xian'er, "Can my little hole compare to your wife's?" Cui Xian'er hurriedly replied, "Xian'er didn't see anything." (At this point in the story, Ximen encountered a major difficulty. Although he had discussed it with his friends, he knew too little about the reality of hermaphrodites. Those who know, please don't laugh; those who don't, please take Ximen's account as the standard.) "Want to see? No one in the world knows my secret yet." Wentian grabbed Cui Xian'er's long hair and pressed his little hole against her lips: "Take a good sniff. Can it compare to your wife's?"

"As long as Master Qin is in the mood, Xian'er will serve you," Cui Xian'er said, her eyes sparkling with desire, her tongue pressing against Wentian's anus. "If you can spare Xian'er, not only will this matter not be spread, but I can also help you..."
"I, Qin, have roamed the martial world for a long time and have no need for assistance."
Cui Xian'er lightly bit the anus, then suddenly released it, and said sweetly, "Madam Guan is currently lonely in her empty chambers, I wonder if Master Qin..."
'Madam Guan?' Wentian's heart trembled involuntarily, and he gripped Cui Xian'er's long hair even tighter. "Don't talk nonsense, how could I, Qin, be a man who betrays his friends and indulges in lust?" His face was already contorted with excitement, and veins were showing on his erect penis.
Cui Xian'er quickly noticed this. Women's hearts are inherently sensitive, especially a woman like her.
Cui Xian'er smiled. A man on the verge of death, suddenly given an opportunity, couldn't help but smile.
She pursed her lips into a circle and slowly blew air into them: "Xian'er is often fortunate enough to serve Madam, and Madam often listens to my words."
If you wanted her to serve me, would she agree?
Wentian didn't ask this aloud, but his eyes said it all—as long as you can accomplish this, you won't die!
Cui Xian'er nodded and continued, "Madam Guan has a secret when she does things, a secret only I know."
"Tell me quickly!"
"Xian'er always uses her hands when telling other people's secrets. If Master Qin wants to hear it, is it...?"
"Good!" Wentian unlocked the shackles and said in a deep voice, "If there's even half a lie, then you can't be spared."

III. A Sinful Mother
and Son The red-red hut, the wanton mother and the impulsive son—this was already an extremely alluring picture, especially since the son held a leather whip in his hand.
The whip lashed down, but didn't strike the mother. Instead, the quilt beside her was already wrapped in the whip's tip, whipped into strips, looking particularly eerie in the red light.
Wang Sihua turned her head and said, "Tian'er, why don't you do it?" Her fingers rubbed her buttocks, the alluring flesh gently pulsating.
Guan Wangtian touched his mother's plump skin, rubbing it back and forth between her vulva and anus: "Tian'er can't bear it."
"You won't do it even if your mother asks you to?" Wang Sihua grabbed her son's hand, making him go deeper.
Lustful fluids were already overflowing from her moist vulva. Guan Wangtian said, "Mother, you're warm here, do you want Tian'er to..."
Wang Sihua grabbed her son's penis, her jade hand twisting the shaft, and said seductively, "Mother wants you to whip me, but it's actually because of something on my mind."
What could make her son whip his own mother?
Guan Wangtian nodded: "I understand, Mother, do you feel a little sorry for him?"
Wang Sihua didn't answer. Her fingers formed a ring, slowly pulling the foreskin of the penis down, then quickly pulling it back up. His already swollen penis now revealed its demonic form, its enormous glans throbbing in response to Wang Sihua's teasing.
Guan Wangtian gasped, "He...since he betrayed you first, why should you...care about it?"
"Does Tian'er really think so?" Wang Sihua's jade-like hand grasped the glans, her beautiful eyes fixed intently on her son.

[The End]

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