Evil Island

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The Pacific Ocean, Fallen Phoenix Island.
Fallen Phoenix Island is extremely secretive; no country in the world has any information about it. Even "Phoenix" and the Extreme Angels only know its general location, not its exact latitude and longitude.
With today's advanced technology, keeping a huge island undetected is almost a myth, but the Demonic Cult has done it. Fallen Phoenix Island didn't always exist. Twenty years ago, the Demonic Cult triggered a massive underwater volcanic eruption, and almost overnight, a huge island formed in the Pacific Ocean. Subsequently, the Demonic Cult installed countless signal jammers and anti-radar devices in an area of thousands of square kilometers, and shrouded this area in artificial fog year-round. Ships entering this area experience electronic malfunctions and become disoriented in the dense fog.
Therefore, this area is known as the new "Bermuda Triangle."
To find the correct location of Fallen Phoenix Island, "Phoenix" once sent ships to search for it. The Demonic Cult possesses extremely strong naval defenses. In the ensuing battle, one of "Phoenix's" cruisers, one frigate, and two submarines were sunk, suffering heavy losses.
The Demonic Cult's armed forces primarily purchase the most advanced weaponry from the US, UK, and France through countries under its control, forming a conventional army comparable to Israel's. "Phoenix," however, lacks its own army but can utilize some of China's military strength. This direct conflict with the Demonic Cult is a clash between advanced Chinese and Western weaponry, with the West gaining a slight advantage.
Falling Phoenix Island, wider in the middle and narrower at the ends, covers approximately twenty square kilometers, its shape somewhat resembling a large bird with folded wings, hence the Demonic Cult's name.
Of the Demonic Cult's three major bases, the Dark Imperial Palace is the most crucial, the Tower of Death is its research center for high-tech and supernatural powers, and Falling Phoenix Island, the largest, is its most important maritime base.
The Demonic Cult's largest training base is located on the island. Every year at the end of the year, promising elites gather on Falling Phoenix Island for martial arts training. The best are sent to the Demon God Cave; although only one in ten survives, those who pass achieve the status of top-tier masters.
Those who emerge from the Demon God Cave have the opportunity to receive personal guidance from Mu Yun Qiubai, the master of Luofeng Island and one of the Three Saints of the Demonic Sect. Although Mu Yun Qiubai ranks last among the Three Saints of the Demonic Sect, legend has it that his martial arts cultivation even surpasses that of the Two Emperors, the Four Demons, the Five Divine Beasts, the Six Star Lords, and the leaders of various continents. Mu Yun Qiubai has instructed more than half of them in martial arts, but he is not very responsible for the specific affairs of the Demonic Sect, which is why he ranks low. Within
the Demonic Sect, Chi You, one of the Two Emperors, is in charge of the sect's military affairs, while the Invincible Emperor Sheng Xingtian is responsible for fighting against the "Phoenix." Mu Yun Qiubai belongs to the lineage of Sheng Xingtian. It is said that he is naturally aloof and unruly, and does not get along with Sheng Xingtian. Mu Yun Qiubai rarely leaves Luofeng Island, living alone in the "Forgetful Tower" at the northernmost part of the island, and rarely appears on the island.
The actual person in charge of Luofeng Island was Ananda, one of the Four Demons, an Indian demon monk. He joined the Demonic Sect midway through his journey, and no one knew his past. It was only said that one year, the Black Emperor, during his travels, passed through India and brought him back. Ananda was the leader of the Four Demons, and no one knew how high his martial arts skills were. Rumor had it that the Thousand-Transformation Demon Fang Chen had sparred with him once, after which Fang Chen secluded himself for a month. There was also a rumor that Mu Yun Qiubai had invited Ananda to the "Forgetful Tower." Someone told this information to Saint Xing Tian, who smiled and said that as long as Mu Yun didn't use his trump card, Ananda would be fine. Sure enough, Ananda returned unharmed, and continued his drinking and debauchery that night.
The specific affairs of the island were handled by Qinglong, whose martial arts were personally taught by Saint Xing Tian. As the leader of the Five Divine Generals, Qinglong possessed extraordinary abilities. The "Luofeng Prison" on the island was guarded by Qinglong. In the long battle between the Demonic Cult and the "Phoenix," all captured Phoenix Warriors were sent to the "Falling Phoenix Prison." While every Phoenix Warrior was not afraid to fight to the death, the mention of the "Falling Phoenix Prison" still terrified some.
The "Phoenix" upheld its centuries-old beliefs, much like Christian doctrine, forbidding suicide. Entering the "Falling Phoenix Prison" meant endless, unbearable suffering, worse than the deepest hell. Therefore, when severely wounded, Phoenix Warriors would fight with their last ounce of strength, hoping to perish together with the enemy.
Over the past ten years, approximately dozens of Phoenix Warriors had been captured, and no one knew how many were still alive or how they were surviving.
Besides the Demon God Cave and the Falling Phoenix Prison, there was also the Paradise of Extreme Beauty, covering tens of hectares, where the Demonic Cult held large-scale gatherings. The Paradise of Extreme Beauty was breathtakingly beautiful, but its greatest attraction was the countless beauties of varying charms. Every year, the Demonic Cult invested heavily in sourcing beauties from around the world; with the Demonic Cult's strength, every woman in the Paradise of Extreme Beauty was of the highest quality.
The Demonic Cult reveres force, where strength represents everything. Women are seen by most as mere tools for pleasure, which is why members of the Demonic Cult rape them wantonly, considering it perfectly natural.
Entering the Paradise of Extremes is tantamount to a death sentence. Faced with ravenous men, what can these delicate women do besides weep in the dead of night? Few women survive a year in Paradise of Extremes. Half are ruined by their beautiful bodies and secretly executed. Their servants are not ordinary people, but superhumans with ancient martial arts skills; their power is beyond the reach of ordinary people. The other half are either maimed or killed by sexual abuse, suffer mental breakdowns, or commit suicide. If Paradise of Extremes hadn't been so strict with suicide prevention, the suicide rate would be much higher.
Paradise of Extremes is divided into three areas: the Hundred Flowers Pavilion, the Flowing Fragrance Pavilion, and the Heavenly Melody Residence. The Heavenly Melody Residence is the highest level, followed by the Flowing Fragrance Pavilion, and then the Hundred Flowers Pavilion.
Located deep within the Paradise Park, Tianlai Residence is the smallest of the three areas. Several European-style buildings are scattered about, surrounded by artificial hills, flowing water, and lush trees, creating a tranquil environment. Of the over a thousand beauties in the entire Paradise Park, only a dozen or so can reside in Tianlai Residence.
In the left-hand room on the top floor of Building 1, a slender young woman stands by the window. Her long hair flows over her shoulders, her eyebrows are delicate as the moon, and her eyes are like stars. Though she wears a simple white silk robe, it outlines an extremely alluring figure: high breasts, a slender waist, long legs, and delicate feet—breathtakingly beautiful.
Gazing at the dark night outside the window
, her brows are furrowed, lost in deep thought. This beautiful, crystalline girl is none other than the "Divine Phoenix" warrior—Leng Xue. "You've been standing for two hours, aren't you tired?" a voice comes from behind. The girl who speaks is Fan Jianxin, also possessing an angelic face and a devilish figure.
The two women had different personalities and temperaments. Leng Xue, true to her name, was taciturn and extremely aloof, like a winter plum blossom blooming in the cold winter, proud and unyielding, pure and unapproachable. Fan Jianxin, on the other hand, exuded natural beauty, approachable and kind, very innocent. This innocence wasn't like a blank sheet of paper, but more like a lotus flower, rising from the mud unsullied, forever maintaining a transcendent purity in a corrupt world.
"I thought you were asleep," Leng Xue said without turning around. The moment she saw Fan Jianxin, she felt she was special. Today, upon arriving at Luofeng Island, Mei Ji, the mistress of the Paradise, threw a crying, rebellious girl into a pit full of scorpions and venomous insects in front of everyone. Leng Xue noticed Fan Jianxin; although she trembled and screamed like the other girls, Leng Xue saw more anger deep in her eyes.
Leng Xue turned around. She couldn't see the other woman clearly in the darkness, but their sharp eyes met. "You're special," Fan Jianxin said softly.
“What’s so special about me?” Leng Xue shuddered. Had she misdisguised herself? If even an ordinary girl could see through her disguise, that would be terrible.
“I don’t know, it’s just an intuition,” Fan Jian thought to himself. “Go to sleep early. Don’t worry, I won’t have nightmares to scare you.” After that terrifying experience, screams of nightmares could be heard from time to time in Tianlai Residence.
Leng Xue slowly walked back to her bed and lay down. It was late at night, but she was still unable to sleep. Her past experiences flashed before her eyes like a movie.
When Leng Xue was nineteen, she had mastered the Phoenix Divine Skill and become the youngest “Divine Phoenix” warrior. Half a year later, her older sister, Leng Aoshuang, also a “Divine Phoenix” warrior, was captured by the Indian demon monk Ananda.
Leng Xue asked her mentor, Wen Shiyan, the highest commander of the Tibetan “Phoenix” headquarters, the strongest Phoenix warrior besides the “Heavenly Phoenix”, and an elder whose status was above the “Holy Phoenix” level, to enter Luofeng Island.
To destroy the Demonic Cult, one must first destroy Phoenix Island and the Tower of Death before even attempting to attack the Dark Imperial Palace. However, the Demonic Cult's defenses on these two crucial locations are extremely tight, especially Phoenix Island. "Phoenix" has paid a heavy price, yet still hasn't figured out the island's exact location.
"How do you get into Phoenix Island?" Wen Shiyan asked her first question.
"From the intelligence we have, the Demonic Cult abducts many women from around the world to Phoenix Island every year. You can get in through this route," Leng Xue said.
"If you encounter a top-tier expert, they can tell you have martial arts skills," Wen Shiyan said.
"Dr. Lin recently developed a miraculous medicine. After taking it, it completely shuts down any potential. In other words, after taking it, you're no different from an ordinary person. But every 30 days, the effects will temporarily disappear for 12 hours. If you want to regain your martial arts skills, you can force the medicine out. If you choose to continue, after 12 hours you'll be like an ordinary person again," Leng Xue said.
"After you get in, how do you get out?" Wen Shiyan asked again.
Leng Xue was speechless for a moment, then said, "Luofeng Island is shrouded in dense fog and has anti-radar devices, making it impossible for us to pinpoint its exact location. If it's possible to destroy these devices, we can determine Luofeng Island's location via satellite. Whether we can get out or not is unimportant, because it's already worth it." Leng Xue was right. In the naval battle to detect Luofeng Island's location, over 1,000 soldiers and 2 Phoenix Warriors sacrificed their lives. Although the fallen soldiers didn't belong to the "Phoenix" organization, "Phoenix" was still responsible for their deaths.
Seeing Wen Shiyan pondering, Leng Xue added, "I will find an opportunity; I will definitely be able to leave Luofeng Island."
"Are you so determined to go to Luofeng Island because of your sister, Leng Aoshuang?" Wen Shiyan asked.
"Yes, she's my only family, I have to rescue her." She never hid anything from Wen Shiyan. "But my sister was a factor that made me decide to go. Even without her, I would have asked to go!" Wen Shiyan looked at her beloved disciple. She knew Leng Xue's personality; once she made up her mind, nothing could change it. If she wasn't allowed to go, she might leave on her own one day. "Xue'er, you'll only be twenty in six months. Although you're smart, strong, and determined, have you thought about what you'll lose on Luofeng Island? It's too cruel for you." Wen Shiyan felt a pang of sadness.
"I have. Although it's difficult, I will get through it," Leng Xue said. She still spoke with confidence, but later she finally realized how simplistic and naive her thoughts had been.
Wen Shiyan finally agreed to let her go. After some arrangements, she appeared in Hong Kong under the name Liang Xue'er. Under Cheng Xuanyin's arrangement, the Demonic Sect set its sights on her.
Like a tired old movie plot, on a drizzly night, on a deserted street, she was dragged into a car by several men. Leng Xue feigned resistance, and in this struggle, her body was placed in the hands of men for the first time, and she began to understand the meaning of the word "humiliation."
The members of the demonic cult in the car were all ruthless and cruel, having defiled countless women, but Leng Xue's crystalline purity, like a night-blooming cereus in the snow, deeply moved their hearts. Leng Xue's purity could not cleanse their dark souls, nor would it awaken their consciences or make them repent, but it was enough to make them feel ashamed and stop their brutality. In each of their hearts, she was seen as a perfect, exquisite work of art.
In the dark alley, the four men in the car forgot their mission and surrounded Leng Xue. Two of them knelt on either side of her. They did not tear her clothes, but rather very gently rolled up the sleeves of her purple shirt to her shoulders, revealing a section of her arm as white as snow.
They had probably never been so gentle with any woman before. They were used to violence, used to hearing women's cries of pain, but at this moment, in their hearts, Leng Xue was no longer an ordinary person, but a goddess. Faced with a goddess, although they yearned for her intensely, they involuntarily restrained their violence.
They gently kissed her slender, orchid-like fingers, then kissed the back of her hands, her wrists… The sticky, slippery tip of their tongues brushed across her bare arms, making Leng Xue feel nauseous.
The actions of the two men beside her were tolerable, but the actions of the two men half-squatting in front of her brought her even greater humiliation. Leng Xue had deliberately dressed up to attract the attention of the Demonic Sect. She wore a purple silk blouse, a white long skirt, and a pair of mid-heeled crystal leather shoes. Although this outfit wasn't an expensive designer brand, on her, with her peerless beauty and her tall, 1.69-meter figure, she attracted almost 100% of men's attention on the street.
The two men squatting in front of her pulled her skirt up to her waist, exposing her long, slender, and beautiful legs. Leng Xue regretted wearing a skirt; if she had worn jeans, they wouldn't have exposed her body so easily.
The men's hands were hot and rough as they gently stroked her legs. Although there were stockings between them, the thin barrier made little difference.
Their caresses were incredibly gentle and tireless. Leng Xue stared blankly at the men, who seemed possessed, feeling a pang of sorrow and helplessness. Should she resist? She feared that this would provoke their lust and cause serious trouble. Should she at least offer a gentle reminder to get her to where she needed to go? That was a joke. Leng Xue's gaze
passed over them and landed on the digital clock on the car's dashboard. Fifteen minutes had passed, yet they were still caressing her. Every inch of her skin—her arms and thighs—had been touched countless times by those eight hot hands, but they continued.
Leng Xue stared blankly at the flashing digital clock. Almost half an hour had passed, and they showed no sign of stopping. Suddenly, her heart skipped a beat. Looking down, she saw that the hand that had been caressing her legs had moved past her knees and then returned downwards, but this time it didn't stop; instead, it gradually moved upwards. Leng Xue hadn't looked down the whole time, so when she saw the man staring intently at her conspicuous white panties, staring intently at the slightly raised labia in the center of the panties, she felt as if she had been punched hard in the chest, an indescribable discomfort.
Leng Xue was worried they would rape him in the car. She had heard that most of the girls sent to Luofeng Island were virgins, and if they were raped, they might not be eligible to go to Luofeng Island. Therefore, she hadn't taken Dr. Lin's medicine, which was still in her mouth. Leng Xue made up her mind: if they tried to rape him, she would kill them and find another opportunity.
Four hands caressed her, walking for a full ten minutes from her knees to her thighs, before finally grasping the edge of her pantyhose and slowly pulling them down. At the same time, the hand that had been caressing her arms moved over her body and began unbuttoning her shirt.
Leng Xue's heart suddenly raced. Several times she wanted to kill them with a single blow, but she suppressed the urge. This operation was meticulously planned, her identity flawlessly disguised, and because the Demonic Cult already possessed her photograph, losing this opportunity meant there might not be another chance. She couldn't act until the very last moment.
Without the pantyhose, Leng Xue's legs shone with a jade-like luster, exceptionally dazzling in the dimly lit carriage. The man in front of her, as if discovering a treasure, began a new round of comprehensive exploration from her lower body. Her shirt was also removed. The men on either side didn't immediately attack her breasts, but instead began exploring the exposed areas.
Humans are inherently drawn to beauty, and when something breathtakingly beautiful appears before you, you're irresistibly attracted. These four men were completely captivated by Leng Xue's half-naked body.
A full hour passed, and Leng Xue felt a chill. The half-open window on her left let in a cold wind blowing against her naked body, occasionally mixed with a few raindrops. Of course, with her martial arts skills, she could endure this for a long time, even naked atop a snow-capped peak. This chill was different from the cold of the past; this was only the beginning, and she knew the real cold wave was yet to come.
Although it was a secluded spot, passersby hurried by, none of them suspecting that inside this unassuming van, a stunningly beautiful Phoenix Warrior lay half-naked, like a goddess on an altar, offering her icy body to the ugly man kneeling at her feet.
Suddenly, Leng Xue heard footsteps stop. She stiffened and turned to look. Through the half-open window, she saw a face—an extremely old man. Judging from the exposed half of his clothes, he was probably a garbage collector. His hair was disheveled and gray, his wrinkles were like sharp knives, and his eyes flickered like will-o'-the-wisps, as if he had just crawled out of hell.
Their eyes met in the darkness. Leng Xue saw the flickering light in his eyes and the saliva dripping from the corner of his mouth. "Sigh! Men," Leng Xue sighed helplessly. In the past nineteen and a half years, she had rarely been in contact with men. She didn't know she possessed such great charm, why these men were so obsessed with her body. She couldn't understand it.
Time ticked by. The men in the car were completely unaware of the peeping tom outside, but gradually, their breathing became heavier, and the force in their hands increased. When they first saw Leng Xue, she was a goddess. But after an hour of unrestrained caressing, as the veil of goddess purity and nobility was gradually torn away, primal desires began to take over their hearts.
Leng Xue sensed their change and began to tense up. The attack came so quickly, so suddenly, almost without warning. The two men on either side grabbed her bra and ripped it off forcefully, instantly exposing her breasts. Leng Xue's breasts were so round, so firm, so white, beautiful without a single flaw. Because of the pull from removing her bra, her breasts bounced, the pale pink buds on the peaks dancing in the darkness. Exposing her breasts to men for the first time, Leng Xue's mind went blank for a moment. Instinctively, she covered her chest with her hands, her nerves taut like a stretched string.
A moment of deathly silence followed, then the two men in front of her suddenly attacked. How could her thin panties withstand such a savage assault? With a soft thud, Leng Xue's lower body was completely exposed. Instinctively, Leng Xue's hands abandoned their protection of her breasts, covering her dark, virgin territory.
"Ha!" The man roared like a beast. "Eek!" Leng Xue groaned as four large hands gripped her exposed breasts. Leng Xue's face turned deathly pale, her chest throbbing with pain. It was the first time a man had ever touched her breasts, and she felt like crying. Although she had mentally prepared herself for the humiliation she was about to face, those preparations still seemed so inadequate when the humiliation actually happened.
Section 2, The Island of Fallen Phoenix (Part 2)
The two men in front of Leng Xue each grabbed her inner thighs with one hand, forcibly pulling her legs apart. Their other hands rushed towards the point where her legs met. One of them was faster, his fingertips already touching her swollen labia. Leng Xue's delicate body trembled as if struck by lightning. She squeezed her legs together, trapping her hands between them.
"You—" The two men were furious. They tried several times to pull their hands away, but they couldn't. They glared fiercely at Leng Xue.
Leng Xue took a long breath, suppressing her anger, and looked at the two men, saying, "Please let me go." In this situation, she had no choice but to make a final effort.
Looking at the captivating Leng Xue, their anger inexplicably vanished. Leng Xue's beauty had stunned them, and a look of bewilderment appeared on their faces.
Ignoring the way her breasts were being fondled, Leng Xue stared directly at them, "You also have wives and children. Why don't you think about women? Why must you exchange other people's pain for your own pleasure? If one day your wives and children are violated like you, how will you feel?" A miracle occurred. Perhaps Leng Xue's purity awakened a sliver of conscience within them, temporarily suppressing their lust and reminding them of their purpose. The two men stopped their assault on Leng Xue.
"Enough, we're leaving," one of them hissed.
"Brother, she'll never meet a beauty like you in her entire life," the man sitting to Leng Xue's right said, unwilling to give up.
"Are you out of your mind? Miss Mei personally instructed that she be brought back intact! You've got a death wish!" the man said. Leng Xue later learned that the Miss Mei he spoke of was Mei Ji, the mistress of Paradise Paradise. When the Demonic Sect discovered a target, they would send a photo back to Falling Phoenix Island to decide whether to abduct her.
"I know, but what's wrong with touching her?" the man on the right still refused to let go.
The others' faces were uncertain. Sending Leng Xue back meant that this peerless beauty would forever be out of their reach, but each of them felt a pang of pity and didn't want to hurt her.
Torn between her desires and lust, several hands returned to her naked body. Although Leng Xue knew they wouldn't actually rape her, the shame was so heavy. She knew that once she stepped onto Falling Phoenix Island, her pure body would eventually be violated by men, but she never expected to be wantonly played with by the Demonic Sect's lackeys at this moment. All she could do was tightly clench her legs, protecting her last line of defense. Fortunately, despite their attempts to pry her legs apart, they couldn't manage to force them.
The man still clung to the window, his heavy breathing finally reaching their ears. "Old man, daring to peek!" A fist slammed into his face, and he collapsed.
The man on her right grabbed her hand and pulled her closer. Leng Xue felt something hot against her skin. Turning her head, she saw that the man had unzipped his pants, revealing a grotesque and terrifying penis. Leng Xue blushed instantly. This was the first time she had ever seen a man's genitals. Although it was dark and she couldn't see clearly, it still filled her with immense fear.
The man tried to pry her fingers apart, and after a moment of stalemate, Leng Xue finally let go. If a man with some martial arts skills couldn't pry open an ordinary woman's hand, it would arouse their suspicion. The plan to enter Luofeng Island concerned her only remaining relative, the future of "Phoenix," and could not be ruined by trivial matters.
A soft hand grasped the man's penis. He placed his hand on the back of hers, and with his push, Leng Xue's hand moved up and down. The other man did the same, and she grasped two penises simultaneously.
At this moment, the two men in front of Leng Xue couldn't sit still any longer. One of them stood up and shook the armrest of the seat, causing Leng Xue to lean back until she was almost lying flat. He climbed on top of her like a wild beast. Leng Xue saw the huge penis getting closer and closer to her, and a foul, fishy stench filled her nostrils.
The man held her chin and pressed his penis against her cherry lips. Leng Xue clenched her teeth tightly, and no matter how hard he thrust, he couldn't penetrate her.
After struggling for a while, the man finally moved his target. His hard, iron-like penis pressed against her bright red nipple, making it deeply indented. Then, he held the base of his penis with one hand and pounded it heavily against her breast, making a dull "thump" sound. Afterward, he plunged his penis into the deep cleavage, gripping the sides of her breasts with both hands and clamping his penis tightly.
The last man, seeing that his penis was no longer usable, was extremely frustrated. He could only masturbate himself, his free hand reaching for the dark triangle of her vulva. Although Leng Xue's legs were tightly closed, her fingers could still reach the upper part of her labia. The man's groping found her clitoris, and an indescribable tingling sensation traveled from her toes to the top of her head.
"Calm down, calm down, be patient, be patient," Leng Xue kept telling herself as if hypnotizing herself. Only in this way could she control her urge to act. The penis wrapped between her breasts would occasionally peek out, swaggering in front of her, seemingly mocking her impotence. Leng Xue turned her head to the side and saw that the old man who had been knocked down earlier had actually stood up again, leaning against the window, his eyes just as crazed. He was also gripping his penis, his body slamming against the car, making a "thump thump" sound.
She didn't know how long their madness would last, and the voyeur filled her with even more shame. She turned her head to the other side and just then saw a stream of milky white liquid spurt high from between her palms, hitting the roof of the car. In that instant, the man holding her hand twisted it forcefully, turning the ejaculation towards himself. His penis retracted a few inches, then thrust heavily out from between her small hands, a stream of sticky fluid spurting from the dark red glans.
Leng Xue wanted to dodge, but being tightly pressed down, she could only turn her head a very small range. With her martial arts skills, she could tell at a glance that if she didn't dodge, the semen would be shot between her eyebrows. Leng Xue turned her head and slightly raised it, so that the semen would hit her hairline instead.
As she twisted and looked up, the penis sandwiched between her breasts suddenly swelled. Leng Xue, who had just turned her head, saw the ejaculated semen flying towards her. As expected of a Divine Phoenix Warrior, she was able to react in the blink of an eye. She lowered her head and turned her face to the other side. The semen that was coming towards her grazed her cheek, while the semen on her left side was all smeared on her hair.
Leng Xue cried out inwardly. As a warrior of the Divine Phoenix Clan, she was being pinned down by the henchmen of the Demonic Cult, their penises held and clamped between her, unable to resist. Her unparalleled martial arts skills were only used to dodge the filth sprayed at her. It was truly a cruel joke of fate.
The middle man's penis left her cleavage, pressing tightly, almost against her face. At such close range, even the most powerful martial arts couldn't dodge it. A thick stream of semen splattered onto her cheek, followed by a second, a third… Shame was branded onto her beautiful face.
The old man leaning against the car window was knocked down again. The four men inside took turns ejaculating on Leng Xue. Although they had vented, none of their penises were limp. They switched positions, and a new round of humiliation continued. Leng Xue quietly closed her eyes, gritting her teeth and clamping her legs together. Apart from these two places, the rest of her body no longer belonged to her.
A large amount of semen sprayed onto her body, her eyes filled with the sticky filth, making it difficult to open them. Her full, round breasts seemed to be smeared with grease, reflecting a flickering light in the darkness. Another man ejaculated directly between her legs, then smeared it on her genitals.
After an unknown amount of time, they finally tired and stopped. One of them started the car and drove out of the alley. Leng Xue struggled to open her eyes, only to see a faint light shining in through the car window. It was dawn, the earth was experiencing its sunrise, but hers was entering darkness at dawn. When would true dawn arrive?
Three days later, Leng Xue boarded a ship bound for Luofeng Island. During these three days, a man named Qian Hao once again exposed her naked to even more men. In her humiliation, Leng Xue asked herself: Could she endure this?
There was no answer.
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Late at night, at the training camp, Fu Shaomin still couldn't sleep. Her body felt like it was being burned by fire, a strange tingling sensation spreading from her head and neck to her toes.
She abruptly threw off the covers and sat up, a wet stain visible between the seams of her cotton underwear. Her hands trembled slightly, a strong desire for self-soothing surging through her nerves
. After a long while, she sighed softly, got out of bed, put on her coat, and left the room. She vaguely felt that masturbation would be like drinking poison to quench thirst; she only hoped to extinguish this haunting desire with cold water. Fu Shaomin quietly entered the bathroom, took off her clothes, and naked, her chest heaving, using the winter night's chill to fight against the burning desire. As she grasped the water valve, she suddenly felt dizzy, as if all the strength in her body had been instantly sucked away by a black hole. Before she could react, she was tightly embraced from behind.
"Gao Yun," Fu Shaomin called out, but she couldn't hear her own voice.
"It's me," Gao Yun whispered in her ear. She was also naked, and Fu Shaomin recognized her by the full breasts pressed against her back.
"Let me help you, okay?" Gao Yun said nervously. She wasn't sure if Fu Shaomin would accept, so in that instant before stepping forward, she used her mental power to temporarily immobilize her, preventing her from even speaking.
"I don't want your pity!" Fu Shaomin said. Gao Yun's mental power wasn't very strong; it could only last for a very short time.
"I'm not pitying you, I like you!" Gao Yun said.
Hearing Gao Yun's confession again, Fu Shaomin's heart trembled. Her father and lover—the closest men in her life—were gone. All she could remember were the hideous faces of the men who had violated her. She hated men from the bottom of her heart, loathed the ugly things that forced their way into her body, but fate played a cruel trick on her, and she was always consumed by lust. This extreme contrast had pushed her to the edge of a cliff. So, if it weren't for these factors, she, deeply influenced by traditional education, wouldn't have accepted this kind of love. But at this moment, she began to waver.
"Believe me, we'll be happy together," Gao Yun gently nibbled at her earlobe, one hand caressing her breast, the other sliding over her lower abdomen. Her lips were already soaked.
The intense stimulation made Fu Shaomin groan. She turned slightly in Gao Yun's embrace. Facing her sincere and burning gaze, looking at the lips about to kiss her, she closed her eyes. In the last instant of turning away, she turned on the tap. If she still didn't resist and reject her love in the icy water, then she would accept her. This was Fu Shaomin's decision.
A white jet of water fell from above. No one wanted to stand in the icy water on a winter night. Gao Yun grabbed her shoulders, trying to get away from the water jet, but after turning on the tap, Fu Shaomin's hands gripped the pipe tightly, and Gao Yun couldn't pull her away.
Gao Yun's heart leaped. She had already sensed the unusual desire within Fu Shaomin's body, and was seizing this opportunity—it had only just begun. If the cold water extinguished her desire, it would be incredibly embarrassing. Having come this far, she couldn't care less. Gao Yun pressed herself tightly against her, kissing her, then inserted her middle finger into Fu Shaomin's secret place, her thumb rapidly stroking her clitoris.
The water jet hit between the two tightly embracing figures, bursting into glistening droplets between their pressed breasts. Fu Shaomin had hoped to use the cold water to sober up, but the coldness of her skin mingled with the heat within, leaving her mind in a state of chaos. In the alternation of hot and cold, desire gradually took over. In the darkness, their breathtakingly beautiful bodies intertwined, their ecstatic moans echoing in the silent air.
After they reached the peak of desire, Gao Yun invited Fu Shaomin to her room. Seeing Fu Shaomin's hesitation, Gao Yun said, "Give me a chance to understand you, okay?"
The two nestled together on the bed. Fu Shaomin was somewhat reserved. When Gao Yun asked about her past, before Fu Shaomin could even speak, tears streamed down her face. She had suppressed her emotions for too long. She
spent a sleepless night recounting her harrowing experience of falling into Mo Tian's hands with Yuan Qiang, the repeated humiliations she endured. Before her lover, before her father, Gao Yun's face was ashen, her heart burning with rage.
"I will never let you be hurt again," Gao Yun said as the first rays of dawn pierced through the curtains. In this era of impending storm, justice and law had become worthless. In this chaotic world, did Gao Yun have the ability to fulfill
her promise?
********** ... When two extraordinary women meet, they always seem to connect on a deeper level. Leng Xue's guess was correct; Fan Jianxin was no ordinary girl. She was a member of the Extreme Angels, and a core member at that. Over twenty years ago, Bai Shuang, Li Chuqing, Feng Lingyan, and others founded the Extreme Angels, using extreme methods to punish those who had escaped the law. Eight years ago, the Dark Demon Cult rose to power, launching a swift and devastating attack on the Extreme Angels. Bai Shuang, Li Chuqing, and Feng Lingxue were all left in the dark. In this upheaval, Bai Shuang's daughter, Bai Wuxia, escaped. Five years later, at the age of twenty-one, Bai Wuxia joined Interpol. She rebuilt the Extreme Angels, and in just three years, their power surpassed even their peak. The Extreme Angels do not practice ancient martial arts, but their core members possess immense spiritual power. Bai Shuang, the founder of the Extreme Angels, already possessed exceptional spiritual strength, but Bai Wuxia surpassed her mother's, and she could use her will to find others with similar power. In the past three years, ten members of the Extreme Angels possessed spiritual power, with Fan Jianxin being one of the core members. Mental power is far more mysterious than ancient martial arts. Ancient martial arts develop physical potential, granting individuals strength dozens of times greater than that of ordinary people. Mental power, on the other hand, develops the brain, allowing one to control the minds of others with willpower. Although the Phoenix and the Demonic Cult have been researching mental power, they can only hypothesize that when it is used, an invisible wave influences the opponent's brain. However, this is merely a hypothesis and cannot be empirically proven. Nevertheless, the world is vast and full of wonders. How the Five (Saint) Demonesses possessed their energy and why they appear only once every thousand years remains unexplained.

Although the Extreme Angels possess mental power, they are not invincible. When surrounded by dozens of people, even Bai Wuxia can only control up to thirty people, rendering them immobile for a minute. Others can control no more than ten. Even in one-on-one combat, if attacked by a sneak attack, their mental power will be greatly reduced after being severely injured. Moreover, the stronger the opponent's willpower, the less effective their mental power becomes. After arduous training, the masters of the Demonic Cult possess considerable martial arts skills, and their willpower is correspondingly strong. Therefore, apart from the three core members, the chances of others winning against Demonic Cult masters who know ancient martial arts are extremely slim. In these three years, the Extreme Angels have kept a low profile and have not yet clashed with any true masters of the Demonic Cult above the "Six Star Lord" level.
A month ago, a powerful member of a demonic cult targeted her, intending to abduct her to Luofeng Island. Bai Wuxia subdued him with her spiritual power, learning of Luofeng Island's existence from him. He was tasked with searching for beautiful women and sending them there. She also unexpectedly learned that if her mother hadn't died, she was highly likely imprisoned on Luofeng Island. However, the demonic cult leader only gave a general location, not the exact coordinates.
Longing for her mother, Bai Wuxia decided to risk her life alone. The other core members of the Extreme Angels initially disagreed with this risky action, but seeing Bai Wuxia's determination, Fan Jianxin had no choice but to propose that she go to Luofeng Island herself, while Bai Wuxia would take charge and provide backup. Bai Wuxia disagreed, but all the core members approved, as their group would be leaderless without her.
Like Leng Xue, Fan Jianxin was taken to Luofeng Island by the demonic cult. Fortunately, unlike Leng Xue, the cult members who escorted her were more disciplined. However, on the first day after her arrest, in front of four or five men, she was stripped of her underwear and a middle-aged man examined her hymen for integrity. Under the bright lights, her legs were spread wide, her private parts exposed. Under the men's piercing gaze, the middle-aged man's rough fingers rubbed her delicate labia, like flower petals, then gently parted them and inserted a metal speculum, about the thickness of a pen and equipped with a camera, into her vagina.
At that moment, she wanted to cry. At twenty, she only remembered crying once, ten years ago, when her parents left this world. She felt the world was vast, yet devoid of warmth. Now, this biting cold was no less intense than the night her parents left ten years ago. As the speculum penetrated her vagina, she and everyone else saw the pink hymen, a symbol of purity, on the monitor. She didn't know if Bai Wuxia could reach it before it was crushed by the man's ugly penis. If not, she would lose her most precious virginity.
Section 2, The Island of Fallen Phoenix (Part 3)
Silver Moon Tower, Hong Kong.
“Come on, let’s have a drink. I’ll show you something unexpected later,” Li Quan handed Zhou Zhengwei a glass of amber-colored wine.
“Okay,” Zhou Zhengwei took the wine and drank it all in one gulp. From the moment he stepped into the Silver Moon Pavilion, he had lost himself in a sea of desire, and the pursuit of carnal madness had become his greatest addiction.
Li Quan chuckled and pulled him to sit on the sofa. A wall split in two, behind which was a huge glass panel. Three men sat there, holding wine and talking loudly.
“This glass is specially made; they can’t see us,” Li Quan said, noticing Zhou Zhengwei’s bewilderment. “Don’t worry, the show is about to begin. Don’t be impulsive later.” “How could I?” Zhou Zhengwei thought to himself that he had seen plenty of erotic and exciting scenes and wouldn’t be so clueless. But before he finished speaking, his eyes suddenly widened and his mouth formed an “O” shape, because he saw his wife, Yan Lanyin, in a police uniform push open the door and enter. Although Li Quan had already told him that it was a special one-way viewing glass, he suddenly became nervous in front of Yan Lanyin.
"What's she doing here? Is she here to arrest someone?" Zhou Zhengwei pointed at his wife, his voice trembling slightly. "She doesn't know I'm here, does she?"
Li Quan sneered. "You seem very afraid of her."
"It's not fear, it's just that it's never good if she finds out. Don't play me for a fool!"
Zhou Zhengwei's forehead was sweating.
"Hmph, whether I'm playing you or not, you'll find out soon enough," Li Quan said.
Just as Zhou Zhengwei was still in shock, an even more unexpected scene unfolded. Yan Lanyin knelt before the man in the middle, unbuckled his belt, took out his penis, opened her cherry lips, and swallowed the huge shaft. Yan Lanyin's movements were practiced, her expression calm, showing no sign of reluctance or displeasure.
Yan Lanyin's unusual behavior over the past few months had aroused Zhou Zhengwei's suspicion, but he never expected that his wife would be like the women in the Silver Moon Pavilion, shamelessly providing sexual services to men. All along, Yan Lanyin had been his goddess, sacred and inviolable, but all of that was ruthlessly destroyed in an instant, and Zhou Zhengwei's mind was in complete chaos.
“She, she—”
Zhou Zhengwei felt breathless. “Why would she do this?” Li Quan sighed softly. “To tell you the truth, your wife has been having an affair for a long time. Later, she contacted me, saying her sister was studying abroad and needed a large sum of money, so she came here. However, in my opinion, money is one thing, but your wife has a very strong sex drive, and you probably can’t satisfy her!”
“Nonsense!” Zhou Zhengwei’s face was contorted with rage as he roared, “She’s not that kind of person.” “Whether she is or not, you can see for yourself,” Li Quan said calmly.
In the opposite room, a man stood up and walked behind Yan Lanyin. He lifted her skirt, revealing a bare midriff. The man’s fingers traced her buttocks, caressing her alluring lips. In less than half a minute, Yan Lanyin’s pretty face flushed, and she let out muffled moans with a penis in her mouth.
“Impossible, impossible, she’s not that kind of person,” Zhou Zhengwei cried out in anguish. But Yan Lanyin's expression and physical reactions clearly told him that his wife was a wanton woman.
Yan Lanyin's police uniform buttons were undone, her white, alabaster breasts swaying before Zhou Zhengwei's eyes. Such a familiar body, once his beloved, yet left to be played with by ugly men. How many times had he caressed his wife's lips, only to find them withered and dry, like parched flowers? But now, under another man's fingers, they were a vast ocean, translucent love juice dripping from her lips onto the floor. Zhou Zhengwei could even hear the sound of the dripping love juice hitting the floor, each drop sending shivers down his spine.
"Women are all the same, naturally wanton. Don't worry too much," Li Quan observed his expression.
"How many men has she slept with?" Zhou Zhengwei asked.
"Well, that's hard to say," Li Quan said. "You know there's a lot of entertainment here. A few times, dozens of people have been together. I don't know how many have slept with her, but conservatively speaking, fifty or sixty."
"You've slept with her too, haven't you?" Zhou Zhengwei asked.
"Hehe," Li Quan said somewhat awkwardly, "She did it when she first came here, but let me clarify, I didn't know she was your wife then!"
"Hahaha," Zhou Zhengwei laughed wildly as he stood up, leaning close to the glass. He watched as the man's penis slowly entered his wife's vagina, and his wife screamed with pleasure like a thirsty harlot. What surprised him even more was that when another penis entered her buttocks, she was still more excited than in pain. Her ecstatic moans dragged him into the abyss of despair.
Zhou Zhengwei finally despaired completely; love had turned into hate. He twisted and said to Li Quan, "Tonight, I want to fuck her too!"
"No problem," Li Quan replied.
"Do you have a mask? I want to keep it a secret from her first," Zhou Zhengwei said.
"Of course," Li Quan took out a mask from the drawer. "This mask has a voice-changing function; she won't recognize you when you speak." When Li Quan and Zhou Zhengwei pushed open the door, Yan Lanyin was sandwiched between the two men, huge penises thrusting inside her, pain and lust tightly intertwined within her.
Ever since entering the Silver Moon Pavilion, Yan Lanyin had felt a strange fear whenever she saw Li Quan; this man's methods were truly insidious. Yan Lanyin noticed another masked man who had entered with Li Quan. His figure seemed somewhat familiar, but in this environment, she had neither the time nor the energy to think about it.
Zhou Zhengwei's face behind the mask was distorted; without the glass, he could see more clearly.
"Brother Quan, what brings you here? This chick is really nice," one of the men shouted.
“Old friend, I should at least say hello,” Li Quan said, sitting down on the sofa next to them. “By the way, my friend also likes this chick, wanna play together?” “No problem.” The man thrust forward, plunging his penis deep inside, almost lifting Yan Lanyin’s body. “By the way, Brother Quan, I heard this chick is really a policewoman, you’re not lying to me, are you?” “Why would I lie to you? Ask her yourself if you don’t believe me,” Li Quan laughed.
The man grabbed Yan Lanyin’s shoulders, forcing her head back. “I’m asking you, chick!”
“I’m a policewoman,” Yan Lanyin whispered. Whenever she stepped into the Silver Moon Pavilion, Yan Lanyin didn’t want to think of herself as a policewoman. She could accept humiliation, but she didn’t want to tarnish the sacred word “police.”
“Hahaha,” the man laughed wildly, “In this world, even policewomen sell themselves!”
As he spoke, the man lying beneath Yan Lanyin suddenly convulsed, ejaculating wildly. “You’re not that useless, are you!”
The man riding on Yan Lanyin’s buttocks stood up, mocking her.
“This chick’s cunt seems to suck; I wasn’t paying attention and she sucked me out,” the man who ejaculated said somewhat embarrassedly.
“Hey friend, this chick’s not bad, let’s play together,” the man who had just penetrated Yan Lanyin’s anus pulled her up from the ground and pushed her toward Zhou Zhengwei.
Seeing his naked wife being pushed toward him, Zhou Zhengwei’s heart skipped a beat. He subconsciously reached out and touched Yan Lanyin’s firm breasts, grabbing them tightly without thinking.
“Did you enjoy being fucked just now?” A deep, muffled voice came from behind the mask.
Yan Lanyin was stunned, and almost without thinking, she answered, “Yes.” In the past few months, she had said many more things against her will, and this question hardly needed to be considered by her brain.
“Do you still want to be fucked by men?” In extreme anger, Zhou Zhengwei grabbed his wife’s hand and unconsciously used all his strength. Although Yan Lanyin was in great pain, she endured it and said, “Yes.” “Hahaha,” Zhou Zhengwei laughed wildly and shoved Yan Lanyin to the ground: “You guys keep fucking her, make her feel good.” Several men looked at Zhou Zhengwei’s crazy behavior, some exchanging bewildered glances. Li Quan waved his hand and said, "Keep playing."... Gao Yun was going crazy. That morning, she had promised Fu Shaomin, "I will never let anyone hurt her again," but she had suddenly disappeared. The morning's training was mountain drills, but by noon, all the team members had returned except for her. Gao Yun was frantic with worry and led a search party up the mountain, only finding her sidearm. Gao Yun
knew that the Black Dragon Society had most likely kidnapped her. That day at the Silver Moon Pavilion, both Fu Shaomin and Sheng Hongyu had exposed their identities. Sheng Hongyu had just arrived in Hong Kong and her whereabouts were secretive, so the Black Dragon Society hadn't found her, but Fu Shaomin had come to Hong Kong on official business, which would be easily discovered. Gao Yun punched a tree hard, blood seeping from the back of her hand. She hated herself for being so careless, knowing the Black Dragon Society was rampant yet still failing to take precautions.
Although anxious, Gao Yun remained somewhat calm. The Black Dragon Society wielded immense power in Hong Kong, and she alone could not possibly contend with them. The man who injured her that night possessed ancient martial arts skills; many within the Black Dragon Society possessed similar abilities. Rashly attempting to rescue him would only endanger herself.
However, with Fu Shaomin in enemy hands, every second wasted increased the danger; the enemy would use torture to force him to confess. Gao Yun made an overseas call to Bai Wuxia. After a moment's thought, Bai Wuxia dispatched Ximen Jingyun and Chi Fengqin to support Gao Yun. They would arrive in Hong Kong the following day, and Bai Wuxia instructed Gao Yun not to act without their support until their arrival. Gao Yun was overjoyed. Ximen Jingyun was the strongest warrior outside the three core members of the Extreme Angels; with her assistance, their chances of victory would greatly increase.
Hong Kong, the Black Dragon Society's secret base. Dressed in camouflage, Fu Shaomin, her hands bound behind her back, was shoved into a room by several Black Dragon Society members. A tall man stood with his hands behind his back; Fu Shaomin recognized him as the one who had knocked her unconscious and brought her here.
The tall man was Ding Fei, the vice president of the Black Dragon Society. This task had been personally assigned to her by Mo Zhentian. Although he felt it was overkill, he dared not disobey and personally led his men to arrest her. Although it was tiring, they had at least captured a strikingly beautiful and spirited woman, so the trip was not in vain.
"Fu Shaomin, from the Kunming Public Security Bureau, here in Hong Kong for special police training," Ding Fei said, looking directly at her.
"Yes, why are you arresting me!"
Fu Shaomin asked.
"What were you doing breaking into the Silver Moon Pavilion the night before last?"
Ding Fei said.
"None of your business!"
Fu Shaomin was not surprised; she had already expected that the people who arrested her were in cahoots with Mo Tian.
"As a policeman, you broke into a private residence with the intent to murder. You're incredibly audacious," Ding Fei said.
"Don't give me that," Fu Shaomin retorted smugly. "If you knew anything about the law, the sun would rise in the west!"
"Hahaha," Ding Fei laughed loudly. "Well said! You've got guts and guts!"
He had been observing Fu Shaomin's expression. Although her eyes were somewhat dim, she wasn't panicked; she wouldn't easily give in. "We invited Miss Fu here not to make things difficult for you. Just tell us who the woman who rescued you from Silver Moon Tower that night was, and you can leave now!"
"I don't know. I won't tell you. Save your breath!"
Fu Shaomin said.
Fu Shaomin's answer was exactly what Ding Fei expected. His face darkened, and he drew a half-foot-long dagger, menacingly approaching Fu Shaomin. The gleaming blade pressed against her snow-white neck. "Speak, or I'll kill you!" Ding Fei roared like thunder.
The blade pierced her skin. Those around held their breath, staring at Fu Shaomin. The sight of a blade and a roar would terrify anyone, but this seemingly quiet girl remained calm. "Fine, kill me," she said softly, suddenly thrusting her neck towards the blade. This time, Ding Fei was caught off guard, but fortunately, he reacted quickly and withdrew his short blade. Even so, Fu Shaomin's neck had been cut open, a thin line of blood seeping out.
"Even ants cling to life, this woman is truly suicidal!"
Ding Fei thought to himself. He had seen many strong and unyielding people, but few were as reckless as her.
Who doesn't cherish life? Fu Shaomin was no exception. The first time she fell into the hands of Mo Tian and Fei Yuhen, she wouldn't have been so determined to die as she was today. But after that ordeal, she had contemplated suicide several times. Returning to the den of demons would only lead to further humiliation, so death would be the best solution.
"If you're going to die, at least let me have my way first before I send you on your way," Ding Fei said, pressing his hands on Fu Shaomin's shoulders and slamming her onto the table.
Like a wild beast, Ding Fei roughly pulled open Fu Shaomin's camouflage uniform, revealing her snow-white breasts.
Fu Shaomin struggled, but when her grass-green trousers were pulled down, she stopped resisting in despair.
A hot, hard penis was already pressed against the entrance of her paradise. "Why can't I always escape the fate of being raped?" she cried out in extreme sorrow. With a soft moan, Ding Fei's penis plunged deep inside her, tearing apart the wound in her heart that hadn't yet healed. Amidst the dull thud of flesh colliding, she sobbed softly, crystal tears rolling down her cheeks.
After only a few thrusts, her vaginal walls began to secrete lubrication. The lingering effects of the drug kicked in again, and her sobs were mixed with longing moans, incredibly alluring. Ding Fei had slept with countless women, but he had never encountered a woman who reacted so strongly so quickly after being raped. During his frenzied thrusting, Ding Fei suddenly noticed her vagina contracting powerfully, a clear sign of an impending orgasm. As Fu Shaomin reached the climax, he abruptly withdrew his penis from her body. Fu Shaomin's buttocks arched upwards; in the instant of release, she felt an emptiness and indescribable discomfort.
"I didn't know you were so horny!"
Ding Fei's fingers teased the entrance, which was covered in vaginal fluid. Fu Shaomin twisted her lower body, feigning resistance, her movements undeniably lewd.
"Bullshit!"
When her body and will once again went against each other, Fu Shaomin felt both ashamed and angry.
As her body slowly cooled, Ding Fei's penis re-entered, igniting the flames of desire, only to withdraw from her body again before reaching its peak.
"Do you want me to fuck you?" Ding Fei asked.
"Kill me then," Fu Shaomin replied.
Again and again, Ding Fei fueled Fu Shaomin's lust, but didn't allow it to subside. Fu Shaomin found it increasingly difficult to control her body. Each time his penis left her, long moans escaped her chest, growing more intense with each thrust. The aphrodisiac from the "Holy Hand Demon" was too potent, causing even a strong policewoman to lose herself in the darkness of desire.
Ding Fei's forehead was also slightly sweaty. Her burning, secret orifice gripped his penis like an octopus, sucking and pulling it deeper. He too desperately wanted to erupt, to erupt with her—that would be incredibly wonderful. Ding Fei endured it, each time he withdrew his penis from her body, it was a tremendous test.
"Do you still want to be fucked?" When his penis left Fu Shaomin's body for the seventh time, Fu Shaomin finally screamed, "I want—"
"Wanting is fine, but you have to tell me who that masked woman is before I'll let you have your way!"
Ding Fei flicked her swollen clitoris with his fingertips and whispered in her ear.
"No, I won't tell you." Although she was burning with lust, Fu Shaomin still maintained a sliver of consciousness.
"Okay, let's see how long you can hold out." Ding Fei had interrogated many people, but this was the first time he had used this method. To enhance her desire, Ding Fei used five or six kinds of aphrodisiacs in succession, some injected, some taken orally, and some applied directly to sensitive areas. Although these aphrodisiacs could not compare to the medicine from the Holy Hand Demon, they were undoubtedly like a bucket of gasoline poured on a fire. Fu Shaomin's mind began to cloud. Her bloodshot eyes stared, her full breasts swelled up like inflated balloons, and her lower body was a vast expanse of wetness.
Ding Fei's penis had only been inserted a few times when he felt she was about to explode, and he hurriedly tried to pull it out. "No!" Fu Shaomin crossed her legs, twisting them around Ding Fei's waist. "Please, no!" she cried.
"Then tell me, who is that person?" Ding Fei said
. "I can't say," Fu Shaomin said.
"If you can't say, then—"
Ding Fei struggled to pull his penis halfway out.
"No!" Fu Shaomin screamed. "Then tell me, and you'll feel good," Ding Fei coaxed. "Gao Yun, where are you!"
In this world, she had lost all her family. Just this morning, Gao Yun had promised to protect her, but now she was pinned down by a man. In her burning desire, the bewildered and helpless Fu Shaomin finally called out her name.
"Gao Yun, that masked woman,"
Ding Fei said.
"I don't know, I don't know!"
Fu Shaomin strained her legs, but Ding Fei's body was like iron, and his penis didn't move forward an inch. "You said you would protect me, Gao Yun, I feel so bad, where are you! Where are you!
Just let me die!" "Is it her!"
Ding Fei pressed again.
"Don't ask me, I don't know, I'm in pain, let me die!"
Fu Shaomin cried out incoherently.
While Ding Fei was still pondering, Fu Shaomin began to erupt. She thrust her hips forward, pushing Ding Fei's penis deep into her body to the maximum extent. Then, with her extremely strong explosive power and waist strength, her body rose and fell like waves. Almost simultaneously, Ding Fei also lost control, but under her intense twisting, Ding Fei simply cooperated with her twisting and began to ejaculate.
The climax always lasts only a few seconds. By the time Ding Fei had calmed down, Fu Shaomin was still in the midst of a strong climax...
Section 2, Phoenix Island (IV)
Phoenix Island, Paradise.
In the spacious and bright hall, twelve beautiful girls stood in a row. In front of them stood twelve naked young men.
At the very front of the hall stood a woman in her twenties with a cold face, dressed in purple. She had an oval face, willow-leaf eyebrows, and starry eyes, and was extremely beautiful. To the left of the girl in purple stood a giant over two meters tall, his face ferocious, his naked body covered in wounds; beside him crouched a gigantic chimpanzee. To the girl's right stood a dwarf, over forty years old and less than a meter tall, with a sleazy appearance, leading a Tibetan Mastiff taller than himself.
The girl in the middle was none other than Mei Ji, the mistress of Paradise. The giant was called Ju Wang, and the dwarf Xie Wang; they had once been guards of Qinglong, the leader of the Five Divine Generals of the Demonic Sect. Mei Ji and Qinglong had an extraordinary relationship; several years ago, Qinglong had given them to Mei Ji as her guards.
Leng Xue and Fan Jianxin stood side-by-side in the center of the group. They had been on Luofeng Island for over ten days, each day feeling like a year. They were born warriors, possessing ambitions higher than the sky, but on this battlefield without gunpowder, the bone-chilling cold relentlessly seeped into their hearts.
They had all imagined that arriving at Falling Phoenix Island would mean losing their virginity and being wantonly violated by men. Yet, they were still virgins, but felt no joy or relief.
They were a feast prepared for the warriors entering the Demon God's Cave, the new generation of elites of the Demonic Sect. The women offered to them had to be the very best of the best. These "best of the best" women were meant to give men the greatest pleasure, requiring not only physical beauty
but also perfection in temperament, spirit, and sexual responsiveness. Therefore, when offering their virginity, they couldn't cry out, couldn't be unresponsive like a mummy, and certainly couldn't be like a wanton harlot. They should possess a youthful innocence, a semi-mature sexual skill, experiencing pain upon penetration, followed by a burning desire that would ignite within them, leading to a shared peak of pleasure.
Mei Ji began training them. Before the men, they stripped naked, facing their direct gazes. This was just the beginning. For the next ten days, they learned striptease from dancers from Las Vegas, received stage walk instruction from veteran models, and learned from the hottest adult film stars how to fully showcase feminine charm.
Meiji told them that after the training, professional judges would vote, and the worst performer would be fed to mastiffs. No one doubted the truth of her words; they had all witnessed Meiji push a young girl into a pit full of venomous snakes and scorpions. Everyone was tense, including Leng Xue and Fan Jianxin. They weren't afraid of death, but they bore a heavy responsibility and couldn't afford to die unjustly.
Under the threat of death, the girls raised their heads. Under the men's unrestrained gaze, the blush on their cheeks turned pale. In this life-or-death performance, Leng Xue and Fan Jianxin were the most composed.
After the judges' vote, Meiji announced the results. The mastiffs pounced on one of the girls, instantly biting her until she was covered in blood. As the mastiffs dragged her out of the hall, Leng Xue and Fan Jianxin's hands clenched tightly.
Next, they began learning how to generate sexual desire, first by watching videos, then through physical caresses. More than half of the girls, no matter how much stimulation they received, could not generate any desire. Leng Xue was one of them. In comparison, Fan Jianxin fared slightly better; although not the most intense, her vagina was always moist. Without lubrication, they were considered unqualified and on the verge of elimination. Leng Xue tried everything to calm herself, repeatedly stimulating her nipples, clitoris, and other sensitive areas, but to no avail. Suddenly, while touching her buttocks, she felt a warm current flowing through her body. She inserted her fingers into her buttocks and gently touched her anus, finally finding her labia covered in glistening lubrication.
When life and death hung in the balance, other things like dignity and shame were abandoned. Everyone struggled to survive. Although many felt that such a life was worse than death, seeing the mastiff's gleaming eyes, they gritted their teeth and persevered. After a long period of caresses, only two girls' labia remained dry. One of them was about to perish under the mastiff's claws. They were both extremely tense. In the final moments, one of their labia began to swell, a prelude to the secretion of lubrication. Witnessing this, the other girl suddenly burst into wild laughter, a stream of fluid gushing from her labia. She had gone mad, incontinent. The laughter was short-lived; the mastiff pounced. Everyone turned their heads away, unable to bear the sight.
Next, they learned sexual techniques: oral sex, breast sex, various sexual positions. Meiji gave each of them an inflatable dummy, which they practiced with day and night. And today, the moment of truth had arrived again.
Meiji instructed them to bring the men on the chairs to orgasm three times through breast sex, oral sex, and other methods. The slowest would be eliminated, and elimination meant death.
"Begin," Meiji said. The twelve girls began to undress and step forward. Except for Leng Xue, all the girls were naked; Leng Xue only took off her top but was still wearing a short skirt. Although they had countless times taken the penises of mannequins into their mouths and between their breasts, most of them were stiff and motionless in the face of real men and their erect penises.
Of all the women's breasts, Leng Xue's and Fan Jianxin's weren't the largest, but they were the most beautiful. Leng Xue's breasts were astonishingly round and full of texture, never sagging when standing, and never separating when lying down. Even without a corset, they possessed the cleavage that only a corset could create. Such beautiful breasts would amaze even the Creator. Fan Jianxin's breasts were similar in size to Leng Xue's, but peach-shaped and slightly upturned. Her skin was whiter than Leng Xue's, and her breasts were as tender and delicate as ripe peaches, tempting one to take a bite. Like
any young girl, Leng Xue knelt before the man, grasping the sides of her breasts to separate them. Because her cleavage was so tight, only in this way could the enormous penis be accommodated. Taking a deep breath, Leng Xue pressed her breasts together, tightly enveloping them. Because of her experience in Hong Kong, she was confident in the magic of her body; in a few moments, the man would reach climax.
Compared to Leng Xue, Fan Jianxin was more nervous because she had never been violated by a man. However, she still controlled her emotions well and, like everyone else, clamped the man's penis between her breasts.
After a brief silence, several men began to groan softly. Although the girls' breast-playing technique could only be described as ordinary, their looks and figures were exceptional. Besides direct physiological stimulation, sensory stimulation is also very important for a person's arousal. Therefore, despite their lack of skill, controlling their desires was very difficult.
These twelve men were tools used to train women in Paradise, and their self-control was very strong. Therefore, although their groans rose and fell, none of them gave in. Breast-playing is very physically demanding. Before long, many girls were panting heavily, and beads of sweat appeared on their foreheads. After about ten minutes, one man finally convulsed and ejaculated wildly.
Seeing that someone had already taken the lead, Leng Xue, who had been silently pressing her breasts up and down, looked up. Why hadn't this man reached orgasm yet? She saw that the man's face was flushed, his teeth were clenched, and he was struggling to hold back. "It should be soon," Leng Xue thought, increasing her speed, but although the penis she was gripping was getting hotter and hotter,
she still hadn't ejaculated. At this moment, Leng Xue saw more and more men around her ejaculating wildly. Was she just unlucky? Was this man's control particularly strong? Leng Xue began to feel anxious, but besides gripping the penis tighter and grinding faster, she didn't know what else she could do to make him climax. Fan Jianxin was just as anxious as Leng Xue; she was trying just as hard, but the man in front of her hadn't ejaculated either.
Twenty minutes later, except for Leng Xue and Fan Jianxin, the other girls had begun oral sex. Leng Xue and Fan Jianxin exchanged glances; besides confusion, they both saw the other's determination—they wouldn't give up so easily. For the past ten days or so, the two had shared a room, and although they hadn't communicated much, they had developed a strange attraction to each other. Neither of them feared death, but neither wanted to die like this, nor did they want to see the other die. Perhaps it was because they were both warriors, a subtle feeling creating a shared understanding, but now, if they didn't hurry, it would turn into a competition between them—how cruel that would be.
The wicked figure standing beside Mei Ji watched Leng Xue and Fan Jianxin's long brows furrow for a long time before letting out a long sigh of realization. The giant demon on the other side looked utterly bewildered.
More than half the men had reached their second climax, but the man in front of Leng Xue and Fan Jianxin hadn't ejaculated. Leng Xue gritted her teeth, released her hands from her breasts, and tightly embraced the man, pressing her body against him. Although she had released her hands, her breasts still gripped his erect penis tightly. She swayed, her face pressed against his chest, gently licking his nipples. Sure enough, changing her position made the man's breathing more rapid, his face flushed crimson.
Almost simultaneously, Fan Jianxin grabbed the man's hands, making him press them against her breasts, placing her hands on the back of his, and shaking her breasts even faster.
Faced with survival, responsibility, and ideals, the Phoenix Warriors and the Extreme Angels temporarily forgot their shame. It was like a life-or-death struggle; their actions were like precise moves, allowing no room for error.
Finally, the penis sandwiched between their breasts began to convulse. Almost simultaneously, it ejaculated. Leng Xue and Fan Jianxin, ignoring the sticky fluid on their cheeks, quickly took the penis into their mouths and began to suck. Fan Jianxin, after all, was performing oral sex for the first time. When the man's penis pressed against her throat, her chest and abdomen churned, and she suddenly gagged. Leng Xue had already experienced oral sex on Luofeng Island; the man named Qian Hao had ejaculated wildly as soon as his penis entered her mouth, and she had vomited like Fan Jianxin then. So, although she was extremely nauseous now, she managed to endure it.
Meanwhile, the other girls had finished performing oral sex. Some used their hands, others their mouths or breasts, continuing to serve the men. Having taken the lead and no longer facing the threat of death, they were less tense and more wooden and mechanical. Several secretly watched Leng Xue and Fan Jianxin, their eyes filled with pity.
Leng Xue and Fan Jianxin had anticipated the man's unusual nature. If the first orgasm was so difficult, the second would surely be even harder. Sure enough, despite their best efforts to suck his penis, he showed no reaction for a long time, his expression remaining remarkably calm. Some of the girls had already completed their task and returned to their original positions.
Leng Xue, while sucking his penis, placed her hands on the man's chest, gently stroking his nipples. Sure enough, this was his G-spot, and the man's breathing became heavy again. Fan Jianxin, just as before, had the man touch her breasts and then stimulate his testicles with her hands.
These two were the most outstanding among the twelve, but now they were at the back. Only Mei Ji knew why: both men had taken drugs before coming, which explained their condition.
Everyone else returned to their original positions, and only then did the two men simultaneously ejaculate for the second time. After two consecutive orgasms, their penises began to soften, drooping listlessly. Fan Jianxin stood up and sat on the man's lap, stroking his gradually softening penis. To intensify the stimulation, she gritted her teeth and pressed her breasts against his face. The man took her nipple into his mouth and began to suckle.
Leng Xue also stood up. Unlike Fan Jianxin, she didn't stimulate the man. Instead, she took a few steps back and began to dance the erotic dance she had learned a few days earlier. Her choice was correct. The physiological stimulation had reached its peak after breast play and oral sex. At this moment, sensory stimulation was much more effective than direct physical contact. The man watched, mesmerized. His penis gradually became erect again, and he couldn't help but masturbate, grasping it.
Leng Xue leaped forward, placing her right leg on the man's shoulder. Her alluring lips were less than half a step from his face. She moaned softly, her fingers caressing her genitals. Her lips parted, and in that instant, the outcome was decided. The man's semen splattered heavily onto her left leg. But Leng Xue felt no joy, for she had personally tolled the death knell for Fan Jianxin, with whom she had lived for over ten days.
Mei Ji stood up and gestured. The mastiff lunged at Fan Jianxin. In that instant, the giant demon roared, taking several steps forward. Its massive body whipped up a gust of wind that billowed Mei Ji's light robes. It bent down and grabbed the mastiff's collar, its overwhelming strength bringing the dog to a halt. "Eh,"
Mei Ji clicked her tongue softly. Although the giant demon was enormous, it had a congenital defect: its penis was smaller than a child's, preventing it from having sexual relations with women. However, its inseparable companion, the chimpanzee King Kong, had a unique physique, with genitals several times larger than its peers, and was insatiably lustful for women.
Mei Ji tilted her head slightly. Sure enough, King Kong was pounding its chest and clenching its teeth, anxious and restless. "You want this woman?" Mei Ji pointed at Fan Jianxin.
"Heh heh," the giant demon roared. It had been raised in the forest by chimpanzees since childhood and later followed Qinglong. It could understand human speech but could not speak.
“It’s rare to find a woman that Ju Wang likes. Besides, it would be a waste to feed him to mastiffs,” Xie Mei interjected from the side. He had been Ju Wang’s partner for many years and knew the nature of Ju Wang and King Kong well, but this time was different. He saw a strange light flashing in Ju Wang’s eyes.
“Alright, consider it her good fortune. If she can make it through tonight, spare her life and let her go to Liufang House to serve men properly,” Mei Ji said, then got up and left.
The Giant Demon picked up Fan Jianxin, his voice wicked as he called out behind him, “Make sure Vajra is gentle. I’ll be coming to your place later… Why are you leaving so fast? I’m not going to fight you for it…”
The Giant Demon’s house was larger than usual, without a bed, only a huge wooden table and a few wooden chairs, exuding a primitive atmosphere. The Giant Demon sat cross-legged, holding the naked Fan Jianxin, while the giant ape Vajra roared and circled him, occasionally letting out a low growl.
Having just narrowly escaped the claws of a mastiff, and now in the arms of the monstrous Giant Demon, with that crazed, hairy monster beside him, even with Fan Jianxin’s exceptional composure, he broke out in a cold sweat. Instinctively, she knew she was doomed today. Even more terrifying was the long-haired monster; its burning lust enveloped her like a heatwave. What should she do? Using her mental power to kill the man and ape was too risky. She had no guns, no sharp weapons. Even if she could temporarily immobilize them, killing them would still require immense effort. And even if she killed them, what would she do after leaving this wooden hut? The Paradise of Ultimate Bliss was heavily guarded. If she exposed herself, she would soon be caught in a trap—definitely not the best course of action. Mei Ji had said that if she could survive today, she would be taken to Liu Fang Bai She, where the guards would be less strict, giving her time and opportunity to uncover the secrets of Luo Feng Island. Having come this far, Fan Jianxin could only observe and wait. As long as she didn't die, she would never use her mental power.
Half an hour had passed, and the giant demon remained motionless, holding Fan Jianxin. Vajra approached several times, only to be driven back by her barks. Vajra's roars grew increasingly irritable and impatient. Fan Jianxin noticed that Ju Wang was staring at her. Several times she met his gaze, trying to glean something from it. The information conveyed in Ju Wang's eyes was extremely complex: a beastly desire, innocent frankness, a conflicted struggle, and fleeting love… Ju Wang left the forest at the age of sixteen. In those ten years, he obeyed his master Qinglong's orders, fighting tirelessly until he was covered in wounds. Apart from obedience and execution, his mind was at most that of a ten-year-old child. He liked Fan Jianxin, but only because of her beauty, so he held her tightly, like a beloved toy. Jin Gang was his childhood friend. He shared a strange spiritual connection with Jin Gang. To him, Jin Gang and his master Qinglong were the most important people in his life.
Jin Gang liked women. He often watched Jin Gang insert his enormous penis into women's bodies. He wanted to do the same, but his own penis was thinner than a woman's finger and always limp like a caterpillar.
At first, he didn't feel anything special about King Kong's defilement of women, but slowly, as he watched, he felt his body heat up and become extremely agitated. Despite his deformed body, his desire remained. At these moments, he would hold the woman, gripping King Kong's body, feeling the intense impact. When King Kong reached his climax, he would also experience a fleeting pleasure.
King Kong stopped again in front of the giant demon. It roared, grabbing Fan Jianxin's shoulders and forcefully pulling her from its embrace. Caught in the furry monster's arms, Fan Jianxin was startled. Without thinking, she focused her mind, unleashing a powerful mental attack on King Kong's mind. Almost simultaneously, the giant demon leaped up, punching King Kong directly. The punch was both fierce and swift. Even if Vajra were fully on guard, let alone under Fan Jianxin's mental control, he couldn't dodge it. With a loud "boom," Vajra released Fan Jianxin, staggering backward. His massive body slammed against the wooden wall, sending dust raining down from the beams.
Vajra let out a long howl, filled with endless grievance. Startled by the howl, the giant demon loosened his grip, and Fan Jianxin fell to the floor. The two, human and ape, stood facing each other for a long time. The giant demon let out a few low growls, then wriggled to the other side of the room, sitting down on the floor with his back to them. Despite their perilous situation, this strange scene still thrilled Fan Jianxin. She roughly understood that the giant demon had given himself to Vajra. Such friendship between a human and an ape—truly, the world is full of wonders.
Section 2, The Island of Fallen Phoenix (Part 5)
King Kong slowly walked to Fan Jianxin's side and picked her up. Fan Jianxin felt a chill run through her bones. Although she had anticipated various possible encounters, losing her virginity to an alien was something she could never have foreseen. As she anxiously awaited her doom, King Kong carried her to the giant demon. The giant demon turned its body in a muffled motion, and King Kong turned back to face it. This happened several times before the giant demon stopped. King Kong squatted down, cradled Fan Jianxin, and placed her against its chest.
Another long, deathly silence followed. Finally, the giant demon reached out and caught Fan Jianxin. King Kong let out a low growl and prepared to leave. The moment he stood up, the giant demon grabbed King Kong's arm.
Although she couldn't understand their conversation, Fan Jianxin, with her keen intuition, knew they had reached an understanding. Although Fan Jianxin was the giant demon's beloved toy, how could he let a toy damage the brotherly bond between him and King Kong? King Kong, his face beaming with joy, pounded his chest and roared, "It's over, it's really over!" Despair, like an impenetrable fog, enveloped Fan Jianxin.
The giant demon placed Fan Jianxin on the ground, slowly walked to a chair, and sat down, its expression blank. King Kong, sitting on the ground, bent one leg and pulled Fan Jianxin up, letting her lean against its lap. Its enormous hand pressed down on her private parts. Although it was a beast, it was still the animal closest to humans, and having witnessed many scenes of human sexual intercourse in Paradise, it had somehow learned quite a bit.
"No—"
Fan Jianxin cried out in alarm, realizing that hairy fingers had parted her labia and were probing her secret, sacred virgin territory. She sprang up as if electrocuted, trying to escape to the side. King Kong swiftly reached out, grabbed her ankle, and dragged her back. Fan Jianxin was naturally straightforward; she didn't deliberately suppress her feelings. If she was happy, she would laugh; if she was sad, she would cry; if she was in pain, she would run and scream. Even now, though she tried hard not to use her mental power, she screamed like an ordinary girl, dodging King Kong's massive palms.
Ju Wang had seen this game many times before, and he used to find it fascinating. In the forest, he saw beasts catching their prey and engaging in similar cruelty, experiencing a thrill of power. But today, he felt a pang of sadness, a sadness somewhat similar to when he had punched King Kong earlier. Why was he acting this way? His simple mind was in turmoil.
Fan Jianxin struggled like a small animal under King Kong's massive palms. The beast's strength was astonishing; her snow-white breasts were squeezed and shaped. Her screams, filled with pain, were tinged with sobs. Even as the strongest warrior among the Extreme Angels, second only to Bai Wuxia, her mind was in disarray. Using mental power requires composure. If she had decided to use it now, she could have calmed down quickly with her willpower, but she abandoned that idea, thus becoming an ordinary person instead of a warrior of the Extreme Angels.
King Kong glanced at the Giant Demon from time to time. It remembered that he used to enjoy this, often playing this game with it, but today he wasn't happy at all. Even the Giant Demon couldn't understand this, so it certainly couldn't.
The Giant Demon was sullen, and King Kong lost interest in continuing the game. It grabbed Fan Jianxin and walked to the Giant Demon, whimpering softly. The Giant Demon sighed softly, reached out and caught Fan Jianxin's naked body, wrapping one arm around her slender waist and embracing her.
"Let me go! Let me go!"
Fan Jianxin roared and shouted, kicking at the Vajra to stop it from getting closer. Although she didn't know ancient martial arts, she was a skilled fighter. In her desperation, her strength far exceeded that of an ordinary, frail woman. The Vajra, with its copper skin and iron bones, was unharmed by the kicks. However, when Fan Jianxin's leg struck its genitals, the intense pain enraged it. It roared, its massive black paws seizing her slender legs, its arms outstretched, instantly tearing Fan Jianxin's legs into a straight line. The giant demon lashed out, grabbing the Vajra's massive arms. The angle between Fan Jianxin's legs was now greater than 180 degrees. If the Vajra continued to pull, Fan Jianxin might be torn in two.
Fan Jianxin's back was pressed against the giant demon's chest, her eyes wide open in terror as she stared at the enormous monster. Driven by primal lust, the grotesque face of the chimpanzee King Kong was contorted, its wrinkles bunching together, its large yellow pupils flashing with an evil light, making it incredibly ferocious and terrifying. It grinned, a half-smile playing on its lips, its white teeth faintly visible, and viscous liquid dripping from the corners of its mouth onto Fan Jianxin's silky smooth skin. Behind her, the giant demon's heavy breathing grew louder and louder, the nauseating stench growing stronger.
"Why not the giant demon, but this monster?" Fan Jianxin thought. To her, the giant demon, though ugly, was still a person, far better than being raped by a foreign creature.
A hot, hard object was between Fan Jianxin's legs. Although her legs were spread wide, her pink labia stubbornly remained closed, protecting her virgin territory that had never been touched by a man.
King Kong's body suddenly leaned forward, its massive, arm-sized genitals poised to pierce the vagina. A piercing scream echoed in the empty wooden hut, and Fan Jianxin's naked body convulsed as if electrocuted. King Kong's thrust was perfectly aimed; it had already raped dozens of women, accumulating considerable experience, and no longer needed human guidance to insert its genitals. But this thrust failed; the glans, the size of a child's fist, pressed against the narrow vaginal opening, unable to advance an inch.
King Kong's body structure was unique; Mei Ji never allowed it to touch women who still had value. Therefore, most of the women raped by King Kong had stayed in Paradise for over a year. Even though these women had been violated by men for so long, their vaginas had become loose, and half of them still perished under King Kong's crotch. Fan Jianxin, however, was still a virgin, her vagina extremely narrow and completely dry; how could it possibly accommodate its enormous genitals? That's why Mei Ji had asked if she could survive the night.
The Vajra, lacking any skill and relying solely on brute force, howled anxiously, repeatedly thrusting into Fan Jianxin's vulva. Its glans, gripping her tender labia, completely blocked the vagina, which was thinner than a fingertip.
Caught between the two, Fan Jianxin's body was covered in beads of sweat. If that dark, engorged penis were to force its way in, the trauma would be unimaginable, akin to being stabbed with a blunt instrument. If her vagina were torn and the bleeding wasn't stopped immediately, her life would be in danger. If she was destined to perish, Fan Jianxin would rather fight to the death and die a more glorious death.
Having made her decision, Fan Jianxin suddenly quieted down, ceasing her struggles and cries. Although the excruciating pain still surged like a raging storm, she stood firm at the peak, nimbly capturing every subtle moment of the tempestuous storm. Mental power is a superpower that surpasses ancient martial arts. Unlike ancient martial arts, where one can counterattack at any time as long as one has a breath of true energy, mental power requires controlling one's own mind to control the mind of others. In this situation, only Fan Jianxin could possess such composure, seeking rebirth amidst destruction.
If the giant demon hadn't roared to calm the giant ape, its brute force would have likely pierced a hole even through a completely flawless opening. The giant demon was also extremely agitated, feeling saddened by the destruction of its beloved toy, yet unwilling to displease the giant ape—a truly contradictory situation.
After dozens of impacts, the giant ape ignored the giant demon's advice and thrust in with all its might. Instantly, Fan Jianxin's vaginal entrance was blasted open by an overwhelming force. Fan Jianxin's body felt as if it had been cleaved in two by a sharp blade. She let out a soft moan, focused her mind, and invaded the giant ape's brain with her mental power. The giant ape's breath caught in its throat, as if its heart had been seized by an invisible hand, and its power vanished without a trace. King Kong is a beast, with a body of bronze and iron, but a low intelligence, making it easy to control.
Fan Jianxin raised her hand, preparing to cut at the phallus already inside her; perhaps this was the only fatal point against this behemoth. Suddenly, the wooden door opened, and Xie Mei, leading his enormous mastiff, rushed in like the wind.
"Stop, stop..."
Xie Mei yelled, lunging forward and pulling King Kong's legs backward.
Seeing Xie Mei's sudden intrusion, Fan Jianxin immediately withdrew her spiritual power, and the dazed King Kong was pulled back several steps by Xie Mei. Like King Kong, Xie Mei had lived with mastiffs since childhood, sharing the same wild nature, and had a good understanding with the giant demon.
"Luckily we arrived in time. Doing it like that, she'd be dead for sure. What a beautiful woman! Of all the women in Paradise, she's the best!"
The wicked charm leaned down, examining Fan Jianxin's private parts. He reached out his withered hand and gently pulled the labia from her vagina. "King Kong, she's not one of the women you've been with before. She's a virgin, you know? A virgin is perfectly clean here, never been touched by a man. Your thing is so big, how could you possibly fit it in?"
The giant ghoul chuckled, a sense of relief in his voice. Although he was clumsy, he understood that the wicked charm's presence would lessen the harm to the woman in his arms.
"A woman like that, I'm tempted too! Hey! Giant ghoul, give her to me. Let me break her virginity, then give her to King Kong, how about that?"
The wicked charm gently stroked Fan Jianxin's labia, which were already somewhat swollen and red from the previous violent thrusting.
The giant demon shook his head vigorously, indicating his disagreement. Although he didn't understand the meaning of "virgin," he still refused to give her up.
"Alright, alright, it's rare to find something good. As your older brother, I can't just
take it from you, especially since you got her from Mei Ji." The wicked demon paused, opening a briefcase he was carrying. "You're all grown up now, and you still don't know what desire is. That's pathetic. I borrowed this from my master. It can connect your thoughts with King Kong's. Feel what drives King Kong crazy!"
Two shimmering silver headbands were placed on the giant demon's and King Kong's heads respectively. This was the latest technology developed by the Demonic Sect, similar in function to the virtual space connector used by Mr. Dream. As soon as the connection was established, the giant demon felt a surge of heat. His large hand, which was holding Fan Jianxin's slender waist, moved uncontrollably upwards, grabbing her full breasts and kneading them vigorously.
The primal instinct of sexual desire—the difference between humans and beasts is only a fine line. Inside this primitive wooden hut, a giant, a dwarf, an ape, and a dog surrounded the exquisitely beautiful and ethereal Fan Jianxin, creating a bizarre scene where angel and demon mingled.
While the demon fiddled with the equipment, Fan Jianxin reassessed the situation. The giant was incredibly powerful, and although the demon was unassuming, the occasional glint in his eyes told her that he was no easy opponent. Moreover, there was the ape and the dog. Lacking modern weapons and fighting bare-handed, her chances of victory were slim. As long as she wasn't facing a life-or-death situation, Fan Jianxin decided to grit her teeth and persevere.
After setting up the equipment, the demon patted the calf-like dog beside him and said, "You've had a tough time too, haven't you? Go!"
The dog growled softly, leaped up, and plunged its head between Fan Jianxin's legs, its long red tongue licking her vulva.
Seeing that the mastiff had gotten there first, King Kong growled and charged forward. The wicked charm pushed him down on the thigh, preventing him from advancing. His small body possessed incredible strength, which was astonishing.
"It's not about competing with you, it just needs to get wet a bit," the wicked charm explained. "Come on, grab her legs." As the mastiff lunged between Fan Jianxin's legs, she closed them, trapping the mastiff's head. The wicked charm and King Kong each grabbed one of her legs, separating them again. Fan Jianxin felt that the wicked charm's strength was no less than that of the hairy monster.
"How beautiful," the wicked charm's bird-claw-like fingers caressed Fan Jianxin's jade-like legs. He opened his mouth and gently kissed her, from her calves to her ankles, and finally to her toes. King Kong, standing beside her, even imitated her, taking Fan Jianxin's beautiful jade feet entirely into his mouth.
At the brink of life and death, Fan Jianxin remained remarkably calm. Now, having temporarily abandoned any thought of fighting, she was once again gripped by utter panic. But this was the most normal reaction; who could remain calm while being held in the arms of a monstrous man, having their sacred virginity licked by a giant mastiff, and having their feet bitten by a dwarf and a gorilla? Anyone else would be terrified into madness. Fan Jianxin was human too, and under this hellish humiliation, glistening tears welled in her star-like eyes.
“Little girl, this is fate. Possessing such beauty is a crime; this is called ‘heaven is jealous of beauty,’” the wicked man said to Fan Jianxin. In the Paradise of Ultimate Bliss, he had seen too many women cry, and his heart had long since hardened. However, perhaps it was because Fan Jianxin was truly too beautiful and too pure that he felt a pang of pity.
“I don’t want to be with that beast…”
Fan Jianxin sobbed. She didn’t know how to describe the beast’s reproductive organs entering her body. Being raped was the worst she could imagine, but being raped by a beast was beyond her limits.
“Sometimes people have no choice,” the wicked man said. He reached out and explored Fan Jianxin’s labia, groping for the bud at the tip, gently stroking it with two fingers. “Tell that dog to leave,” Fan Jianxin asked, seeing that the wicked man was quite amiable.
“I can make it leave, but if your vagina isn’t lubricated, King Kong will hurt you.” The wicked man probed her vulva, which, though covered in the mastiff’s saliva, remained tightly closed. He gently poked it with his index finger, the tip inserting into her vagina. Fan Jianxin cried out in alarm, contracting her vaginal muscles to tightly grip the wicked man’s fingertip.
“That’s not right,” the wicked man said. “Your vulva is tighter than most people’s. If you contract like that when King Kong’s genitals are inserted, your vagina will definitely be torn. You need to use the strength of your lower abdomen to expand it, and relax your body. A woman’s vagina is very elastic and can accommodate that thing, but if you do it the wrong way, it will bring you unimaginable pain and harm. Come on, try to relax now.” Fan Jianxin knew the wicked man’s words were correct. To survive, she had to do this, but with a foreign object inserted into her body, how could she relax so easily?
“Apes are primates, the closest to humans. Since it was forced anyway, what difference does it make whether it's a man's genitals, an ape's, or my fingers? You were given medication when you arrived on the island; you won't get pregnant, you won't give birth to monsters! Come on, relax!”
The wicked charm was so patient, partly out of pity, and partly for himself. He would regret it if such a beautiful girl were raped to death by King Kong.
To survive, she had to face her fate. Fan Jianxin sobbed, slowly relaxing her tense body; the vaginal walls no longer gripped the wicked charm's fingers.
The wicked charm slowly moved his fingers, channeling the mastiff's saliva into her dry vagina. The giant demon barked impatiently beside him. The wicked charm glared at him and said, "So impatient! Can't you wait a little longer?"
The wicked charm caressed her for a long time; the bud swelled slightly, but the vagina remained dry, unable to secrete any lubrication. Even direct physiological stimulation had to be appropriate for the situation. Fear gripped her heart, leaving no room for sexual desire. "She's still a virgin," the wicked charm thought, confident in his caressing skills, but he had no choice but to stop. "Use some lubricant," he said, pulling a bottle from his pocket and inserting the narrow tip into her vagina. With a slight tilt, Fan Jianxin felt a cool sensation as a large amount of lubricant filled her vagina.
"Go," the wicked charm shooed the mastiff aside and beckoned to King Kong. The giant demon and King Kong roared with equal excitement, and the enormous black gorilla walked step by step towards Fan Jianxin.
The enormous phallus pressed against Fan Jianxin's legs once more. The wicked man deftly parted her glistening, oil-soaked labia, exposing her vulnerable vaginal opening to the air. Fan Jianxin wanted to scream, but her throat seemed blocked. She stared blankly at the monstrous weapon, her mind a complete blank.
The wicked man supported Fan Jianxin's buttocks with one hand, adjusting her position to the optimal angle, while the other hand gripped the middle of the massive vulva. Inserting such a huge penis into a virgin's vagina was difficult, and the most difficult part was at the beginning.
"Ugh!" the vulva roared, taking another half-step forward, its glans forcing its way into Fan Jianxin's body.
A piercing scream rang out. The physical pain was secondary; the savage invasion by this beast made Fan Jianxin feel as if she had fallen into the deepest hell.
"Slow down," the wicked man said, using his hand to brace against the leaning body of the Vajra. Fan Jianxin's vaginal opening was already stretched to its limit, contracting spasmodically. Driven by fear, she had long forgotten the wicked man's warning to relax. If the Vajra's penis forced its way in any further, her vaginal opening would be torn open.
"Giant Demon, hold her legs, don't let her move," the wicked man commanded. Fan Jianxin's left leg was held captive, while her right leg, which had been kicking wildly at the moment of penetration, was now twisting violently, potentially tearing her vagina open.
Having subdued the frantically writhing Fan Jianxin, Xie Mei noticed that the giant demon, whose mind was connected to Vajra's, was also impatient. So she said, "Giant demon, don't rush. What fun will it be if you're a corpse before you've even had your fill!"
Xie Mei handed Fan Jianxin's left leg to the giant demon, then gently stroked Fan Jianxin's rapidly heaving abdomen. "Don't be tense, relax, relax, and you won't feel so much pain." "Don't go in, don't go in, I beg you..." Her
previous cries seemed to have exhausted all of Fan Jianxin's strength; her murmured pleas were as soft as a mosquito's buzz.
"I'll say it again, if you want to live, you must relax your body. If you truly want to die, to die in agony, I can't save you!"
Xie Mei said coldly.
The choice between life and death flashed like lightning across her heart, shrouded in darkness. "I must live! I will live! For myself, for the mission, and for my sisters, the Extreme Angels!"
The will to survive erupted with boundless power, suppressing the physical pain, rebuilding the defenses of her mind, and summoning the courage to persevere.
Slowly, Fan Jianxin's breathing calmed, and her vaginal spasms stopped. The wicked man looked at her in surprise; he had thought it impossible for her to calm down and relax, but she had actually done it.
"Alright, King Kong, slowly move forward," the wicked man's hand gripped the giant club again, guiding her forward. Although sustained by the will to survive, the excruciating pain and shame still gnawed at Fan Jianxin's soul. If it were Leng Xue, she would choose to endure it, but Fan Jianxin was different. She cried when she wanted to cry, and laughed when she wanted to laugh. "Why endure the pain without screaming? Screaming might make it feel better," she had once asked her wounded comrades in battle.
King Kong, being a beast, was extremely displeased by the demon's forceful penetration of his mountain-like body. His bestial nature was unleashed, and because his mind was connected to the giant demon, King Kong's animalistic instincts inevitably influenced him. Suddenly, the giant demon roared and stood up, holding Fan Jianxin. Even the demon was caught off guard, and the distance between the two rapidly closed.
"No—"
Fan Jianxin screamed in agony, but the immense force pushed her body forward. Before such power, her thin hymen couldn't stop the advancing penis, tearing it to shreds. The extreme warrior's virginity was seized by the giant gorilla, King Kong. The impact was extremely violent, but fortunately, her vagina wasn't torn apart by the giant gorilla's genitals.
In that instant of losing her virginity, Fan Jianxin's mind went blank. The shame and pain exceeded the limits of human endurance. Several seconds later, she let out a piercing scream.
Controlled by a tsunami of bestial lust, the giant demon's body blazed with fury, threatening to explode at any moment. It roared and charged forward with such force that even Vajra couldn't withstand it, forced to retreat several steps until its back slammed against the wall.
"Agh..."
The giant demon gripped Vajra's shoulders, tucked in its abdomen, and slammed into Fan Jianxin again just inches away. With a dull thud, Fan Jianxin's naked body thrashed wildly like a willow branch in the wind.
"Sigh," the evil demon sighed deeply. He was powerless to separate the crazed man and ape.
Caught between them, Fan Jianxin's legs lost their support and dangled downwards, altering the angle of penetration. The giant demon's impact, occurring on flat ground, meant Vajra's genitals were like a lever prying open her vagina. So, with the first impact, her already stretched vagina was immediately torn open, and crimson blood stained her thighs.
Although a warrior of extreme martial arts, she was still human. When the pain a person experiences exceeds their limits, their five senses shut down. So when the giant demon rammed into her again, Fan Jianxin fainted. Before losing consciousness, she sensed death approaching, and she lost consciousness before she could even regret it.
If such brutality had continued for several minutes, Fan Jianxin would have surely died. But fortunately, the giant demon only rammed into her a few times before Vajra uncontrollably erupted. The pleasure of orgasm was transmitted to the giant demon, who tightly embraced Vajra, his lower abdomen pressing against Fan Jianxin's buttocks, roaring wildly with Vajra.
Orgasm is always fleeting. The giant demon, having experienced the frenzied pleasure, slowly regained his senses. He saw the unconscious Fan Jianxin, and a sudden tightness in his chest caused him to feel an indescribable pain. He slowly retreated a few steps, removed his headband, and retreated to the wooden chair, his expression bewildered. The giant demon's ferocity had stunned Vajra. It stared blankly at the giant demon, momentarily at a loss.
Fan Jianxin leaned against Jin Gang's chest, suspended in mid-air. Drops of blood trickled down her toes to the floor. Slowly, her body began to slide down, because what supported her suspended body was not Jin Gang's hand, but the genitals still inserted in her body. As the penis gradually softened, she lost her support and fell to the floor.
Xie Mei stepped forward and caught Fan Jianxin, checking her still faint breath. "Ju Wang, I have to take her away now. If she doesn't receive treatment in time, she will die!"
Xie Mei placed her on his shoulder. Because she was so short, Fan Jianxin's feet dragged on the ground, leaving a long trail of blood.
Ju Wang silently watched them leave, and the wooden house fell into a deathly silence.

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