[Fantasy] Linglong's Feud (Complete) - 7-9

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Chapter 33: The Virgin's Domination and the Abuse of the Young

Tiger. Tiger pressed Lian'er's head down to his crotch, saying, "First, suck my cock properly, then I'll have fun with you later. Hehe!" His

dark, fleshy penis was pressed against her lips, and Lian'er quickly closed her eyes in shame. She had never seen a man's penis before, let alone dared to mention it, and now she was being forced to put it in her mouth. Lian'er swallowed hard, sticking out her tongue to lightly touch Tiger's glans, a strange taste rising in her throat. Lian'er frowned, when suddenly Tiger pressed her face down to his crotch, his penis now positioned between her lips. Helpless, Lian'er opened her mouth wide, taking the penis in and gently sucking.

Tiger said, "Do it well!"

Watching this still-childish little girl clumsily manipulating his penis, he felt a surge of triumphant pleasure. He snorted. Lian'er's oral skills were clearly insufficient to restore the virility of his recently violated penis. His hand moved to Fang Yirong's buttocks, his fingers taking turns manipulating her anus and vulva. Playing with this beauty was, after all, his greatest pleasure. Poor Fang Yirong was unable to move, forced to submit to his lewd advances, silently enduring the humiliation and pain.

Meanwhile, Cheng Jin lay on the bed, Qing'er straddling him, her small hands grasping his penis and bringing it to her mouth. Her buttocks were raised high, directly in front of Cheng Jin, whose large hand was stroking her smooth mons pubis. Qing'er's legs were spread wide, revealing the slit of her vulva. Cheng Jin's fingers rubbed forcefully against Qing'er's tender labia, making her both ashamed and itchy, her small mouth filled with his penis emitting soft moans.

Cheng Jin smiled slightly, gently prying open Qing'er's vulva with both hands. He moistened his middle finger with saliva and slowly inserted it. Qing'er groaned loudly, her buttocks involuntarily twisting slightly, crying incoherently, "It hurts..."

But the thing in her mouth slowly grew larger without her realizing it, reaching all the way to her throat, blocking the sound she hadn't yet uttered. Qing'er was startled and uncertain, not daring to be negligent, her tongue constantly roaming over the penis.

Cheng Jin's fingers probed Qing'er's vulva, the flesh walls tightly gripping his fingers trembling slightly, Qing'er's sobs greatly satisfied him. He swirled his fingers around Qing'er's vulva, smiling at Hu Zi, "Little girls' holes are so tight, even fingers are gripped tightly, haha! It must feel great to fuck her."

Hu Zi laughed, "Is that so?"

A series of rapid coughing sounds came from below, Lian'er's head was held down tightly by him and she couldn't move, his swollen penis had already penetrated her throat, the glans entering her esophagus. Tiger looked down and saw Lian'er's face flushed crimson, unable to vomit, looking at him pitifully. Tiger smiled faintly, released his grip, and Lian'er immediately collapsed to the ground, coughing violently for a long while before stopping.

Tiger said to Lian'er, "Are you done? If you're done, lie down on the bed, legs apart. I'm going to taste the flesh of a thirteen-year-old girl!"

Lian'er, her eyes red, sobbed as she crawled onto the bed, her legs slightly parted. Tiger stepped forward, grabbed her legs tightly, and suddenly spread them apart, pulling Lian'er's legs into a straight line. Lian'er cried out in pain, her hands groping wildly in the air, unable to reach her legs, in pain and distress, even snot running down her face.

Tiger shouted, "Don't move!"

He turned to Cheng Jin and smiled, "Young Master, I'll count to three, shall we do it together?"

Cheng Jin laughed, "Okay!"

He flipped over and pinned Qing'er beneath him, spreading her legs as well, and pressed his penis against Qing'er's vulva, nodding to Tiger.

Qing'er and Lian'er lay there side by side, waiting for the terrible moment to arrive. The two silently looked at each other, tears streaming down their faces, each holding a small hand, listening to Tiger count, "One...two..."

Suddenly, they paused. Qing'er and Lian'er both felt a tightness in their chests, their hands clenched tightly, cold sweat seeping through the bed.

"Three!"

Qing'er and Lian'er screamed simultaneously as two penises, covered in their own saliva, were inserted into their narrow vulvas. The immense pain turned their faces blue, and their clasped hands trembled involuntarily.

Tiger smiled at Cheng Jin, then shouted again, thrusting his lower body forward with all his might. His penis pierced through Lian'er's hymen and went straight into her uterus. Lian'er, still in pain, could no longer bear it. Her whole body shuddered, followed by a sharp scream. She convulsed a few times and fainted.

Qing'er's vagina was already in excruciating pain from Cheng Jin's penis. The screams of Lian'er beside her made her face turn pale with fright. Cheng Jin's lewd smile made her even more uneasy, and her body trembled violently. Cheng Jin saw this, and gently rubbed his penis against her. Qing'er immediately screamed. Cheng Jin laughed, "I've only inserted halfway..."

Before he could finish speaking, he thrust in forcefully, plunging his penis all the way in.

Qing'er's eyes almost bulged out, veins popped on her forehead, and she made a gurgling sound in her throat, but no sound came out. The enormous penis seemed to have torn her body in two. Waves of pain throbbed inside her vagina, and Qing'er's small hands waved helplessly in the air. "Ah... I'm going to die, I'm going to die..."

She felt as if she were enduring hellish torture, and not a single part of her body felt comfortable. She only wished to fall asleep like Lian'er, but the excruciating pain continued to torment her thirteen-year-old body.

Cheng Jin exclaimed, "It's so tight! It's squeezing me so tight it hurts!"

Turning his head, he saw Hu Zi thrusting vigorously and said, "This is more like it!"

Lian'er's torn vagina gushed out beads of blood, but Hu Zi seemed oblivious.

Cheng Jin, his penis still deeply inserted in Qing'er's vagina, took a breath and said, "Tiger, you're going to kill her like this. Damn it, how can this little girl take it? Let her catch her breath, don't thrust so hard."

Tiger smiled and replied, "Okay."

He pushed his penis deep into Lian'er's vagina, pressing his entire body against her. "I'm getting a little tired of standing, let's rest for a bit." He gently stroked

Lian'er's face.

Cheng Jin also smiled, and lay down in the same way, looking at Qing'er's face, saying, "Have you had enough pain?" Qing'er,

tears welling up in her eyes, sobbed softly, "I...I'm going to die..."

After a moment, when the pain in Qing'er's lower body lessened slightly, his penis began to stir again. Cheng Jin's penis was gripped tightly, and his lower body swayed gently, allowing his penis to lightly scrape against the walls of Qing'er's vagina. Qing'er gritted her teeth, enduring the pain. Each thrust of the penis felt like it pierced through her body, reaching all the way to her throat. Her face contorted in agony, her screams and groans mingling together.

Cheng Jin shook his head. He was already thrusting very slowly, yet Qing'er was in so much pain. Although her narrow vagina gripped his penis comfortably, there was always a feeling of powerlessness. He pinched the corner of Qing'er's mouth and laughed, "Bear with it, I'll give you a good time."

The frequency of his thrusts suddenly increased, waves of intense pleasure washing over him. Amidst Qing'er's continuous screams, Cheng Jin's penis plunged deep inside, ejaculating into the thirteen-year-old's womb.

Satisfied, Cheng Jin withdrew his penis, only to find that Shuangru and Shuangyao were still unconscious and unable to clean his penis. Little Qing'er, foaming at the mouth, finally fainted as well. Her injured vagina slowly closed, a continuous flow of red and white fluid oozing out. Cheng Jin sighed, haphazardly wiping his penis all over Qing'er's body, using her as a rag.

Lian'er awoke to wave after wave of excruciating pain, barely catching her breath before being overwhelmed by the agony again, disoriented and unaware of her surroundings. Hu Zi's penis began its fierce thrusting again. This was the first virgin he had ever been with, and for him, accustomed to Cheng Jin's secondhand goods, it was a different experience.

The moment he pierced Lian'er's hymen, he was suddenly overwhelmed with a strange sense of accomplishment. Before, whether it was Yun'er, Shuangru, or Fang Yirong, they were all women the young master had "given" to him for temporary pleasure. But this time, he suddenly felt that Lian'er truly belonged to him. He felt he finally possessed a woman of his own completely, and he wanted to fully enjoy this achievement.

His penis penetrated every corner of Lian'er's small, fleshy hole, and Tiger's semen finally filled the entire opening. But Lian'er was already breathless, and her moans gradually subsided. Tiger, however, seemed oblivious, lying on top of Lian'er and gently kissing her face. His penis, still not completely soft after ejaculating, lingered reluctantly inside Lian'er's vagina, gently rubbing against her, continuing to enjoy the tender warmth of her opening.

Gradually, he actually fell asleep...

Helpless, Cheng Jin tied up the unconscious Shuangru, Shuangyao, and Qing'er, and put Fang Yirong, who was still tied up, on the ground. He smiled as he looked at Huzi and Lian'er embracing each other, and went back to the Zhao residence alone.

It was still early, but Madam Zhao was already restless. How could she be at ease knowing that her youngest daughter, who knew nothing of martial arts, had gone out without permission with two maids? The servants who served Shuangyao had been scolded to death, but Miss Zhao still hadn't returned.

Groups of people went out to search, and all returned empty-handed. Madam Zhao became increasingly irritable, and everyone in the mansion who appeared before her was thoroughly scolded. Cheng Jin, who had failed to properly handle the two girls, naturally received a severe scolding. Fortunately, as long as Cheng Jin wasn't suspected, he didn't mind being scolded, so he obediently lowered his head and accepted the scolding without getting angry. Zhao Kunhua, however, was with the Dragon God Gang. Hearing his wife causing such a ruckus at home, he didn't return to

his own residence, but instead dispatched men to search for her, secretly growing anxious. Night had fallen, and Madam Zhao, exhausted from her tirade, began to sob. Cheng Jin and the others dared not leave, standing quietly to listen to her tirade. Only Zhao Shuangling nestled in her mother's arms, weeping softly.

It was past midnight, and the Zhao residence's main hall remained silent. Suddenly, Madam Zhao burst into tears, tightly embracing Shuangling and stroking her back repeatedly: "Ling'er, you're my only daughter left..."

Hearing this, Shuangling also cried out loud, the mother and daughter's cries growing louder and louder. Many members of the Zhao family also secretly wiped away their tears.

Cheng Jin's heart stirred: "It seems this woman has given up hope of Yao'er returning. Hmm, she only has one daughter left, should we get rid of her last daughter too?"

Three or four, shifting the blame to Dongwu

. He had kept watch for half the night, his throat dry, but there was still no news of Zhao Shuangyao. Madam Zhao was exhausted, both physically and mentally, and was helped to her room to sleep by two maids.

Zhao Shuangling, her eyes red and swollen with tears, nestled against Cheng Jin as they returned to her own room. Cheng Jin gently patted her shoulder, lost in his own thoughts.

Zhao Shuangling sobbed all the way back to her bed, then threw herself onto Cheng Jin and cried, "Husband... my father... does my father have many enemies?"

Cheng Jin sneered inwardly, "Your father has committed many evils. He may not have many other things, but how could he lack enemies? Your husband in front of you is a big one."

He said gently, "Isn't that right?"

Shuangling cried again, hugging Cheng Jin tightly, saying, "I... I'm so scared! My sisters are all gone, and I don't know when it will be my turn. I'm so scared..."

Her sobs grew louder, and her tears soaked a large patch of Cheng Jin's shirt.

Cheng Jin was planning this matter in his mind, and upon hearing this, he couldn't help but shudder. The delicate body of his wife in his arms trembled slightly, as if resonating with Cheng Jin's own heart. Cheng Jin felt a pang of sadness, a surge of tenderness welling up within him. He sighed softly, gently stroking Shuang Ling's back, and said, "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, I'm here. Who dares to bully my wife?"

Shuang Ling hugged him tighter, a faint smile blooming on her face, her sobs gradually subsiding. Under her husband's gentle caress, she closed her eyes and drifted into a deep sleep.

Cheng Jin gently carried Shuang Ling to the bed, her sweet sleeping posture even more alluring, rekindling his love for her. "Could I really be so useless as to have fallen for her?"

Cheng Jin wondered to himself. Before him, Shuang Ling's long eyelashes seemed to sway gently, her lovely lips seemed to whisper softly. Cheng Jin suddenly felt a responsibility—a responsibility to protect Shuang Ling.

The image of Shuangling, a delicate bird, flashed through Cheng Jin's mind. The images of Zhao Shuangru and Fang Yirong, whom he had violated, gradually transformed into Shuangling, who was groaning in pain, her pitiful eyes pleading for his forgiveness…

A sudden pang of pain shot through Cheng Jin's heart. He composed himself, sighed deeply, and involuntarily leaned down to gently kiss Shuangling's soft lips before collapsing to sleep. Nothing more was said that night.

Early the next morning, Zhao Kunhua rushed home to investigate. Everyone said that the Third Miss had seemed to want to go to the city yesterday, but wouldn't let anyone go with her, acting mysteriously, and no one knew where she had actually gone. They talked amongst themselves for a long time, but couldn't come to any conclusions, all saying it was probably the work of those two women again.

Cheng Jin thought: Zhao Shuangyao's departure was indeed strange; she said she wanted to go to the city, but instead went to the desolate mountains. However, that wasn't the crux of the matter. Cheng Jin pondered for a moment and said, "Those two women haven't appeared for a long time. I don't think it was them who did it. Yao'er said she wanted to go into the city. Our enemies in the city..."

He glanced at Zhao Kunhua.

Zhao Kunhua understood and, after inquiring that his wife was still grieving in her room and wouldn't leave the hall, said, "You suspect Prefect Luo?"

Cheng Jin slowly nodded and said, "That guy has been holding a grudge. He might...

he might want to use their methods against them..." Before he could finish speaking, Zhao Kunhua slammed his fist on the table and stood up: "Damn it, he still dares to think about revenge?"

Recalling how he had manipulated the Luo sisters, Yao'er was surely doomed by now. At most, Luo Can would have followed suit and let his daughter off the hook. The more he thought about it, the angrier he became. He shouted, "Outrageous! He dared to touch my daughter! I'll chop him into seventeen or eighteen pieces!"

He then ordered his men to march on the prefect's residence.

Cheng Jin chuckled inwardly and quickly advised, "Don't be impulsive, don't be impulsive. If we go like this, it's tantamount to openly defying the government. Besides, this is just a guess. I think it's better to find out the truth. If it really was that corrupt official, then we can make a plan."

Zhao Kunhua shouted, "Find out, find out, find out! Find out my ass! By the time we've found out, Yao'er will probably have been swallowed whole by that bastard!"

The thought of his Yao'er being raped right now made Zhao Kunhua roar in fury.

He had always been the one raping other people's wives and daughters, never imagining that someone would dare to rape his daughter. The more he thought about it, the angrier he became, his face turning a deep purplish-red.

After venting for a while, he finally sat back down in his chair. He thought that Cheng Jin's words made sense; going head-to-head with the government was definitely not the best strategy. He sighed and said, "Ah Jin, go and find out. Alas! Even if Yao'er hasn't been eaten by him yet, she's probably been gnawed to pieces."

Cheng Jin received the order and selected a few trusted men to go out. Since his promotion to vice leader, he had been diligently cultivating relationships with the gang members, forming cliques, and preparing for a future coup. Everyone knew he was the gang leader's new favorite, the future leader, and Cheng Jin was known for his generosity and frequent use of money to help others; eight or nine out of ten people in the gang, from top to bottom, were on good terms with him. Meanwhile, Cheng

Jin, accompanied by a few close followers, entered the city, wandered around aimlessly for a few moments, and said, "Wandering around like this isn't a solution. I'm going to investigate the Luo residence. You wait for me at the teahouse. If I haven't returned by dark, go back and report."

The followers, considering their own lack of skill and the potential for them to be a hindrance, readily agreed, especially since it wouldn't be risky. Cheng Jin

shook off his men, but instead of entering the Luo residence, he left the city and headed straight for the old house.

Upon entering, he saw Hu Zi lying on the bed, his face contorted with grief, lost in thought. Fang Yirong, the Shuangru and Shuangyao sisters, and Qing'er were tied up and thrown on the ground, but Lian'er was nowhere to be seen. Cheng Jin asked, "What happened? What about the other girl?"

Hu Zi sighed, "When I woke up yesterday, the girl was already dead, so I buried her."

Thinking of how he had just had a woman who was completely his own, only to have it all vanish in the blink of an eye, he couldn't help but sigh, utterly dejected.

Cheng Jin said, "I told you so! The way you're doing things will definitely kill someone, but you wouldn't listen!"

Hu Zi sighed repeatedly, hanging his head in silence.

Cheng Jin cursed, "Damn it, it's just a girl who died, it's like her mother died."

He didn't know what Lian'er meant to Hu Zi: "She's not some great beauty!"

Cheng Jin untied the ropes binding Shuang Ru and Shuang Yao, sat down brazenly, and ordered the two sisters to come and lick his penis. Shuang Ru and Shuang Yao dared not disobey, obediently crawling to his side, their two fragrant tongues entwining around Cheng Jin's penis, sucking it with loud "tsk tsk" sounds.

Cheng Jin leaned back, placing his legs on the backs of the Zhao sisters, pulling their heads closer to his crotch. He grinned smugly and said, "Do a good job, there'll be something good for you later. Haha!"

He couldn't bear to torture Shuang Ling, but vented his hatred for Zhao Kunhua on his other two daughters, forcing them to accept his humiliation in the most degrading way.

His penis grew larger under the caresses of Shuang Ru and Shuang Yao, a sensation of intense pleasure. Fang Yirong, lying on the ground, kept her head tilted to the side, seemingly oblivious to everything. Cheng Jin said, "Rongnu, you don't like it, do you? Here you go!"

He ordered Hu Zi to tie Fang Yirong's limbs tightly to the iron frame, then untied Qing'er, saying, "Let this little girl shave our heroine Fang's pubic hair. Hehe!"

Fang Yirong was terrified and struggled fiercely, but her hands and feet were tightly bound, and she couldn't move an inch. Tiger's fingers scratched at her mons pubis, playing with her pubic hair, and sighed, "What a pity, what a pity, Rongnu's pubic hair is quite beautiful, it's a pity it will be smooth soon."

He then picked at Fang Yirong's vulva with his middle finger, picked up a banana, and shoved it inside.

Fang Yirong, already feeling like she was living a life worse than death from days of rape, was now subjected to this humiliation. Her beautiful face turned deathly pale, and she struggled futilely. Suddenly, she felt a chill in her lower body; the cold razor pressed against her lower abdomen, trembling slightly. Fang Yirong could no longer bear it; her nose stung, and large tears rolled down her cheeks.

Qing'er gripped the razor handle tightly, the blade slowly scraping across Fang Yirong's mons pubis. Her young heart was being battered wave after wave; after being brutally raped, she was now being used as a tool to humiliate other women. Qing'er was flustered, both ashamed and afraid. Her hands trembled slightly, and suddenly she lost her grip, the razor slicing across Fang Yirong's pubic area, drawing blood immediately. Qing'er panicked, crying, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to..."

She frantically wiped the wound.

Fang Yirong, consumed by shame and anger, was completely oblivious to the minor injury. Cheng Jin laughed, "Be careful, I haven't had my fill of this beauty yet. If you cripple her, you brat, you can't afford to pay for it!"

Qing'er cried, "I...I..."

Not daring to delay, she rallied her spirits and continued shaving Fang Yirong's pubic hair.

Fang Yirong was helpless, only able to weep silently, letting them do as they pleased.

After a while, Qing'er finished, placed the razor on the ground, and stepped aside. Cheng Jin looked at her and laughed, "Haha! Good Qing'er, your skills are not bad! Who have you shaved before? Your wife? Hahaha..."

Qing'er dared not utter a sound, hugging her knees and shrinking into the corner.

Shuangru and Shuangyao paused, startled by his insults directed at their mother. Cheng Jin smacked them on the head, yelling, "What are you looking at? Do your thing! You think I wouldn't dare mess with your mother?"

The sisters dared not reply, filled with both hatred and fear. Zhao Shuangru quickly took Cheng Jin's penis into her mouth, while Shuangyao could only trace her tongue around his scrotum. Cheng Jin

chuckled, took out a silver needle from his pocket, and told Hu Zi to heat it over a fire until it was red-hot. Hu Zi, bewildered and full of questions, did as he was told.

In a moment, the silver needle was red-hot, and Cheng Jin instructed Hu Zi to let it cool slightly. The Zhao sisters, fearing he was about to torture them, trembled with fear. Cheng Jin grabbed their hair, kicked the sisters aside, walked to Fang Yirong, reached out and touched her vulva, lightly inserted a banana a few times, and laughed, "I'll get you something pretty to wear."

He put on thick gloves and took the silver needle from her.

Fang Yirong was filled with shock and uncertainty. The banana was still inserted in her vagina, and she had just been manipulated for a while, leaving her extremely itchy and sore. Cheng Jin's teasing made her face gradually flush. Cheng Jin chuckled, squatted down, and ran his fingers over her clitoris. Suddenly, he pinched it sharply, and with a flick of his right hand, a silver needle pierced through Fang Yirong's clitoris. Caught off guard, Fang Yirong let out a sharp scream, and a burnt smell filled the air. Cheng Jin had already pulled the needle out.

Everyone in the room was stunned. Fang Yirong convulsed uncontrollably from the excruciating pain. Cheng Jin, however, took a silver ring from his pocket, examined it for a moment, threaded the thinner end of the ring through the small hole left by the needle in Fang Yirong's clitoris, and fastened the mechanism.

Tiger said, "This... won't hurt her, will it?"

Cheng Jin said, "It's alright, she'll be fine in a couple of days. This is a method I learned from Old Zhao."

He then took out a bottle of ointment from his pocket and applied some to Fang Yirong's wound.

Tiger was skeptical, but he saw a small silver ring appear on Fang Yirong's freshly cleaned vulva, and the poor beauty, enduring the excruciating pain, fainted again.

Cheng Jin smiled and said to Tiger, "Don't worry about her. She'll be fine in a day or two. This is to mark her."

He took out two more silver rings from his pocket, his eyes sweeping over the Zhao sisters' faces, and said, "Which of you sisters will go first?"

Zhao Shuangyao screamed and trembled, "I don't want to... I don't want to..."

Cheng Jin

smiled and handed the two silver rings to Tiger. Tiger took the rings and examined them closely. He saw the words "Slave Zhao Shuangru" and "Slave Zhao Shuangyao" delicately engraved on the two rings respectively. He couldn't help but chuckle, staring at the Zhao sisters, and asked, "Who goes first?"

Zhao Shuangyao, seeing Fang Yirong's miserable state, turned pale with fright, shrinking back and not daring to lift her head. Tiger laughed, "Slave Yao, are you scared? It's just a matter of order, it doesn't matter who goes first, hehe! Slave Ru, do you want to show your sister first?"

Seeing Zhao Shuangru trembling with fear, her eyes fixed on Fang Yirong's genitals, she suddenly cried out, "Let us go..."

Tiger shook his head: "No."

He grabbed Shuangyao, saying, "Slave Yao, your cunt isn't over hurting yet, is it? A little more pain won't matter... hehe, anyway, you can't penetrate her for the next couple of days!"

Without further ado, he also spread Zhao Shuangyao's limbs and tied them up.

Zhao Shuangyao cried loudly, trembling uncontrollably. Cheng Jin laughed, "I only put an IUD in you because I think highly of you. I wouldn't bother Qing'er!"

Seeing Qing'er cowering to the side, not daring to make a sound, Cheng Jin ignored her and pulled Zhao Shuangru into his arms, groping her naked body.

Zhao Shuangru was both anxious and frightened, not daring to move an inch. Hu Zi passed by, grinning, "Don't be afraid, I need you to serve me these next few days! I'll put the IUD in a couple of days. Hehe!"

He took the silver needles and went to the stove.

Zhao Shuangru was held in Cheng Jin's arms, her left breast being played with in his hand, her face buried against Cheng Jin's chest. The cries of her sister disturbed her peace of mind. Thinking of how she, a once well-bred young lady, had fallen to such a state, she felt extremely sad, and tears secretly streamed down her face. Suddenly, she felt a pain in her left breast as Cheng Jin pinched it hard. Zhao Shuangru whimpered and stuck out her tongue, gently licking the side of Cheng Jin's breast.

A hard, erect penis pressed against her stomach. Zhao Shuangru gently stroked it, her heart filled with anguish, but pleasing Cheng Jin was her top priority. Finally, Shuangyao's piercing scream reached her ears, but Zhao Shuangru couldn't care less; her tongue had already slipped onto Cheng Jin's penis. She felt her sister's pain as if it were her own, but she was powerless to stop it, forced to watch helplessly.

Cheng Jin turned his head, and a gleaming silver ring hung from Zhao Shuangyao's genitals. The beautiful little princess drooped her head, motionless, unable to utter a sound, only her rapid breathing could be heard. Sweat soaked Shuangyao's body, her delicate breasts glistening with droplets, like water lilies emerging from the water, becoming more and more adorable.

Cheng Jin laughed, "Runu, look how beautiful your sister is with the ring."

Seeing Shuangru's terrified eyes, Cheng Jin was extremely pleased and laughed loudly, "Huzi, I have to go back early today; I might not be able to come back for the next few days. That old scoundrel Zhao has lost another daughter, and he thinks Prefect Luo did it. He's about to go and fight him head-on! Haha! I'll stir things up and make them fight to the death." He

shook off Zhao Shuangru and stood up.

Huzi laughed, "This bitch has already aroused you, aren't you going to finish before you leave?"

Cheng Jin chuckled, "Do I have to worry about not having women to play with when I get back? It's not like Zhao's daughters are only here. I'm a bit tired these past few days; I need to rest."

He patted Zhao Shuangru's face, scratched her genitals, and left.

Cheng Jin left the old house and rushed into the city. His entourage in the teahouse had been waiting impatiently. Upon seeing him, they jumped up. Cheng Jin said indifferently, "We'll talk about it when we get back!"

Without saying more to them, he led them out of the city.

Back at the Zhao residence, Zhao Kunhua had already returned to the gang. Cheng Jin didn't linger and immediately rushed back to the Dragon God Gang. Halfway

up the mountain, Cheng Jin suddenly noticed a dark shadow flash by in the woods beside the road, then vanished. Without investigating further, Cheng Jin assumed the Dragon God Gang members were always elusive and didn't think much of it, heading straight to the main hall. Only a few henchmen were in the hall, saying the gang leader and the others were inside. Cheng Jin then left a few of his followers and rushed into the inner hall.

The inner hall was silent, except for A Yin sitting alone. Cheng Jin asked, "Where is the gang leader?"

A Yin, seeing him, quickly stood up and went to his side, saying, "Master seems to be in a bad mood, he's venting his anger inside..."

Cheng Jin smiled slightly, put his arm around A Yin, and slipped his hand inside her clothes, grasping her full breast, saying, "Who are you venting your anger on? Take me there."

A Yin gently struggled, but the grip on her breast tightened. Her face flushed slightly, and she replied, "I didn't know... Chief Wu and the others are here too..."

She let Cheng Jin play with her breasts as he led her inside.

Passing through the corridor and past Yan'er's room, Cheng Jin's heart pounded again. Fortunately, A Yin didn't go in, but walked straight into a stone room.

A Yin pointed to a mechanism on the wall and said, "Pull it to the left, and the door will open... Master and the others are inside. I... I won't go in with you..."

Cheng Jin nodded, released A Yin, and A Yin, freed, hurriedly said, "Young Master, I'll be going now." She

turned and left hastily.

Cheng Jin noticed she seemed very afraid of the stone room and felt slightly puzzled. Without thinking too much, he hesitated for a moment, then opened the mechanism. With a rumbling sound, a stone door slowly opened beside him.

Laughter came from inside. Cheng Jin steeled himself and went in. Before him was a very spacious stone room, large enough to accommodate a hundred or so people, with many strange and unusual torture instruments scattered haphazardly. Inside, the room was brightly lit. A naked woman was suspended in mid-air, while seven or eight men sat a few feet in front of her, laughing and joking.

"Brother Cheng! Come and play with us, hehe...how about you try your hidden weapon skills?"

Wu Shantai stood up with a smile as soon as he saw him, tossing several short, stick-shaped objects back and forth in his hand.

Cheng Jin was about to answer when Zhao Kunhua asked, "How's the investigation going? Was it that old bastard who did it?"

Cheng Jin replied, "I haven't seen him. He's not in the mansion. His family said he went out yesterday morning and hasn't returned yet. It seems he has another hideout somewhere else, which I find very suspicious."

Zhao Kunhua snorted and said, "Find out where his hideout is. Damn it, Yao'er must be there!"

Cheng Jin responded, "Yes."

He glanced up at the woman.

The woman was completely naked, her hands tied behind her back, bound with ropes and suspended about a person's height in mid-air, her body parallel to the ground. Her legs were spread wide, revealing a dark patch of pubic hair. Two small clips held her labia apart, the ends of which were tied to her big toes, pulling her labia open to reveal her deep vulva. Her two

full breasts hung heavily beneath her, each with a small bell attached to a thin thread about three inches long. Her head was lowered, her long, cascading hair swaying, obscuring her face.

With a "thud," Wu Shantai threw a short stick, striking the woman's perineum. The woman groaned, her body trembling slightly, the bells beneath her breasts jingling.

Someone laughed, "Old Wu, you're still no good!"

Wu Shantai laughed, "Who says I'm no good?"

and threw another stick. This time it was further away from the woman's genitals, and with a "clang," it struck the bell tied below the woman's left breast. Wu Shantai shook his head, stuffed several sticks of Nanbangguo into Cheng Jin's hand, and said, "It's not that easy to hit it. Brother Cheng, give it a try!"

Cheng Jin examined the short stick closely, but couldn't tell what it was made of; it was heavy at one end and light at the other. Cheng Jin smiled and glanced at Zhao Kunhua. Zhao Kunhua laughed, "What are you looking at me for? If you want to play, then play. I didn't tell you to go investigate that old bastard right now. You've been working hard all day; I bet you won't hit it!"

Cheng Jin laughed, "Where do I hit it?"

Wu Shantai chuckled, "Haven't you ever played before? Of course, you hit that whore's hole! You have to stick it in without it falling out!"

Cheng Jin laughed, "Is that so?"

He threw the stick, and it landed about half a foot away from the woman. Cheng Jin smiled wryly, "What's this thing made of? It's hard to control..."

Wu Shantai laughed, "Try a few more times and you'll get the hang of it!"

Cheng Jin smiled and nodded, then threw another stick. He hit four or five times, but didn't even touch a hair on the woman's head. Cheng Jin pondered for a moment, took a deep breath, and threw the stick with all his might! Suddenly, the woman cried out as the stick struck her clitoris. This time, the force was too great, and the woman's body jolted violently, the bells beneath her jingling incessantly.

Zhao Kunhua laughed, "That's about right."

Cheng Jin had a better grasp of the technique this time, and with renewed vigor, he threw another stick. This time, however, it struck the woman's left labia, almost hitting the clamp. The woman was hit in vital areas twice in succession, her body trembled, and she groaned.

By this time, the sword in his hand was empty, and someone else ran over to retrieve it. Cheng Jin laughed, "Let me see what this bitch looks like."

He got up and walked over, forcefully rubbing his hand against the woman's open vulva. The woman's body trembled again, and Cheng Jin laughed loudly.

Wu Shantai laughed from behind, "Don't worry! Every woman here, Chief, is a beauty, haha! This one is someone you've long admired!"

Upon hearing this, Cheng Jin's expression immediately changed drastically, but fortunately, they couldn't see it from behind. His previously light and carefree steps suddenly became heavy, his heart pounding, as he approached the woman.

Cheng Jin took a breath, reached out and slowly cupped the woman's face, parting the long hair that covered her face.

With a "Pah!", Cheng Jin was sprayed with spit. A beautiful face glared at him, seemingly about to breathe fire. Cheng Jin felt a pang of sadness. The beautiful woman before him appeared to be in her thirties, and her features seemed vaguely familiar.

"She must be my aunt! She must be! She...she...so many years have passed, and they've still been trying so hard to torment her. Even I..."

Although he had seen his aunt a few times when he was young, after more than ten or twenty years, he had almost no memory of her appearance. Cheng Jin's expression was extremely strange; he didn't know what to do.

Sure enough, Wu Shantai chuckled, "How about that? Didn't disappoint you, did you? This is Ling the bitch's sister, Little Ling the bitch! Her name is Yang Xiangling. You wouldn't believe she's over forty, would you? Haha!"

Cheng Jin chuckled dryly, walked back to Zhao Kunhua and the others, and mumbled, "I wouldn't believe it, I wouldn't believe it..."

Wu Shantai then shoved a handful of Nanbangguo sticks into his hand. Cheng Jin hesitated for a moment, then threw several sticks, but missed every time.

Zhao Kunhua cursed, "What's wrong now? You're useless!"

Cheng Jin smiled bitterly, "There's nothing I can do. This thing just doesn't feel right. Those two sticks were just blind hits."

Zhao Kunhua said, "What's wrong with it? Watch this!"

He threw the stick hard, hitting Yang Xiangling's vulva squarely. Unfortunately, the tip of the stick was slightly tilted upwards, only hitting her vaginal wall once before falling to the ground.

Zhao Kunhua's strength was considerable; the blow caused Yang Xiangling to convulse and scream loudly.

Zhao Kunhua chuckled, and just as everyone was lamenting the missed opportunity, the second blow landed squarely on target!

The Nanbangguo accurately struck between Yang Xiangling's labia, forcefully and rapidly penetrating her vagina. Yang Xiangling let out a long moan, her voice trembling clearly, indistinguishable between pain and pleasure. The Nanbangguo was now deeply inside her, no longer visible. A burst of laughter suddenly erupted in the room, someone saying, "The gang leader is truly amazing!" Zhao Kunhua smiled and waved his hand, saying, "Hehe, just practice makes perfect! This bitch has been hit with my

bewitching stick thousands of times, how could I not be proficient?" Turning to Cheng Jin, he said, "But I started by practicing on her older sister. This bitch was lucky; by the time I used her, I was already quite skilled!" Cheng Jin chuckled dryly, watching his aunt still struggling in pain, feeling a pang of bitterness. Zhao Kunhua, still smugly demonstrating and explaining the tricks, thought to himself. Cheng Jin sighed inwardly, "How could this devil come up with such a trick, using a woman's private parts like this!" Zhao Kunhua explained a few more times, and Wu Shantai picked up another bewitching stick, ready to try it out. Someone nearby laughed, "Old Wu, give it a rest. The gang leader has practiced thousands of times; you must have practiced three or four thousand, if not five thousand, right? Your aim is still so bad!" Wu Shantai blushed and retorted, "What are you bastards interrupting me for! My weapon of choice is a large halberd; I've never practiced hidden weapons before, what's so special about that?" He threw the stick, hitting Yang Xiangling's right labia. Immediately, someone laughed, "You've improved!" Wu Shantai chuckled and threw several more sticks in succession. Whether it was from Zhao Kunhua's guidance or a sudden burst of inspiration, he managed to hit Yang Xiangling's labia several times in a row, one of the sticks almost penetrating her. Poor Yang Xiangling! Her tender vulva felt like it was being pounded repeatedly. Wu Shantai, with his brute strength, used tremendous force, causing Yang Xiangling's face to turn blue with pain. She gritted her teeth and endured the pain, trying not to cry out. Zhao Kunhua laughed, "If you keep hitting her like that, you'll break that little bitch's thing!" Immediately, someone echoed, "That's right, that's right! We haven't even had our turn yet, don't break it!" Wu Shantai said, "Alright, one last hit!" With a sudden swing of his arm, the small, seductive stick flew out. Yang Xiangling could no longer bear it and screamed, as the stick struck the center of her vulva. The tip of the stick veered slightly to the right, shoving hard into her vaginal walls with force. Wu Shantai cheered, laughed heartily, and rubbed his hands together triumphantly. Zhao Kunhua said, "You're lucky. If you hadn't used enough force, you would have definitely fallen." Cheng Jin felt a pang of pity, yet dared not utter a sound. He stood up and went forward. He saw patches of bruises on his aunt's vulva. Her labia, due to the struggle, were pulled open even wider by the clamps, revealing the pinkish-red flesh inside—a gruesome sight. Yang Xiangling was already covered in sweat, biting her lower lip tightly. She hadn't been able to help but scream earlier, but now she stubbornly kept her mouth shut. Suddenly, Zhao Kunhua said, "What's wrong? You can't resist wanting to have her so soon? Haha! Get those two things out first..." Cheng Jin hummed in agreement, realizing he had inadvertently found himself in an awkward situation again. He gave a helpless bitter smile, placed his left hand on his aunt's buttocks, and extended his right hand, probing his fingers into his aunt's vulva. Cheng Jin slowly inserted his index and middle fingers into his aunt's warm vagina, feeling her body tremble slightly. "It seems I can't avoid participating in this gang rape of my aunt today..." Cheng Jin's heart pounded, and he felt his own body trembling slightly. He was going to be an incestuous beast again, and Cheng Jin felt another wave of sadness. Although, after the intense internal struggle he had with his own sister last time, he no longer needed to struggle with whether it was right or wrong when faced with a similar situation again; he could bear it. He told himself not to care about this so-called moral guilt anymore, because he no longer had the right to care. Cheng Jin felt his face flush and his breathing become rapid. The walls of his aunt's vagina gripped his fingers tightly, and Cheng Jin suddenly realized that it was still dry; even scraping his fingers brought intense friction. He could try his best not to think about the sin of incest, but he still found it hard not to consider his aunt's painful feelings. The first dildo was pulled out, but Yang Xiangling remained silent, as if nothing had happened to her. She was already used to all sorts of humiliations inflicted on her body. In the past eight years, her alluring orifice had been penetrated by countless strange things besides penises; she couldn't even count them all. Nephew… thankfully, she didn't know this was her nephew… his two fingers were nothing. Cheng Jin inserted two fingers into his aunt's body again, deeper and deeper… but he found he couldn't reach the second dildo. That thing had clearly entered her uterus. Cheng Jin's heart trembled; he knew what was about to happen. Wu Shantai spoke up: "What's wrong? Can't get it out? Haha, need help?" Cheng Jin really didn't want to inflict more pain on his aunt, but when he turned around and saw Wu Shantai's thick arm, almost twice as thick as his own, he had to grit his teeth and change his mind. "No need," he forced a smile at Wu Shantai. Cheng Jin frowned, exhaled, and brought his five fingers together, parting his aunt's vulva and slowly inserting them. His palm was fully inside his aunt's vagina, penetrating inch by inch, stretching the narrow opening wide. He heard his aunt's painful groans, and Cheng Jin knew she must be in a lot of pain; his heart ached too.

His aunt's vagina was so deep that Cheng Jin's wrist was inside, and his fingers finally touched her clitoris. With a gentle touch, Yang Xiangling's body shuddered violently, and a burst of laughter erupted behind them. But Cheng Jin couldn't laugh. He so wished this beautiful woman had nothing to do with him, so he could comfortably join them in playing with her beautiful body, sharing her pain. Didn't he also enjoy this kind of thing? Suddenly, Cheng Jin realized that his penis had become hard and erect without him noticing.

Cheng Jin gently moved his fingers; his aunt's warm vaginal walls were so tight, each light touch eliciting a soft cry from her, making Cheng Jin's heart tighten. Cheng Jin was covered in sweat; although his fingers had reached their target, he couldn't get them out.

Someone behind him urged, "Hurry up, hurry up!"

almost shouting "Go for it!" Cheng Jin gritted his teeth, thinking, "A short pain is better than a long one." He thrust forward with three fingers, and amidst his aunt's scream, he pinched the small penis and slowly withdrew it.

Catching his breath, Cheng Jin dropped the object on the ground, forced a smile, and walked back to Zhao Kunhua and the others. Yang Xiangling's wails behind him hadn't subsided, but Cheng Jin had no time to pay attention; he was covered in sweat, as if he had just survived a major battle.

Zhao Kunhua asked curiously, "What? Don't you want to have her anymore? Weren't you in a hurry? This woman is Ling the bitch's sister, Yan Nu's aunt... hehe!"

Cheng Jin helplessly gestured with his hand, which had just entered his aunt's body, "Isn't it too loose now?"

Zhao Kunhua laughed, "Hehe, what are you worried about? I told you before, this is the good thing about this thing, it will soon be as tight as a virgin's again."

Wu Shantai, who was standing nearby, was getting impatient and said repeatedly, "So? Are you going to have her or not? If you're not going, I'll go first!"

Cheng Jin hesitated and shook his head, "You go first..."

Someone had already untied Yang Xiangling and carried her over. Wu Shantai ripped off the two small clips that held the bells to Yang Xiangling's nipples, and his large hands immediately grabbed her full breasts and began to knead them violently. Yang Xiangling's hands were tied behind her back, her head drooping, letting Wu Shantai play with her without struggling. Over the years, she had been played with countless times; this was just one of the hundreds...

Yang Xiangling's legs were spread wide, leaning back in Wu Shantai's arms. Her body was covered in hands, from her neck to her toes, her entire body being touched and pinched by these laughing men. Her head was limply turned to one side, her empty eyes staring blankly into space. She didn't shed tears; she had long since cried them all. Only when someone touched her sensitive spots would her beautiful face show a slight reaction.

Cheng Jin's penis was painfully swollen. His aunt's beautiful, masochistic body continued to arouse his animalistic desires. He suddenly felt a strong urge to unleash all his lust on his aunt, to enjoy every inch of her beautiful flesh. His mind had already tacitly approved of it, and his body was urging him to do it, but he remained seated, motionless.

Zhao Kunhua, watching all this, chuckled inwardly.

He pointed at Cheng Jin's nose and said, "Isn't that right? I told you to go, but you wouldn't. Now you're feeling stifled, aren't you? Hehe!" Cheng Jin, his face clearly seen through, was quite embarrassed and chuckled twice in response.

Zhao Kunhua laughed, "I'll call two more in. Who do you want? Still Yan Nu?"

Upon hearing this, Cheng Jin quickly replied, "I already tried her last time. Let's try someone else!"

Wu Shantai, overhearing this, laughed heartily, "That's right! Every beauty here is stunning. It would be a waste not to try a few more."

Zhao Kunhua smiled and pointed to one of them, saying, "A-Jian, go find A-Yin and ask her to bring two over."

Cheng Jin's heart skipped a beat, and he asked, "Isn't A-Yin coming by herself?"

Zhao Kunhua was taken aback and spat, "So you want her? Hehe, none of the women who come to this room have had a good time. A-Yin has never been here before..."

Cheng Jin recalled the expression on A-Yin's face when she brought him here earlier; she was indeed quite wary of this place.

Zhao Kunhua continued, "Do you really want her to come?"

Cheng Jin smiled and nodded. Zhao Kunhua said, "For the sake of you being the deputy gang leader!" He waved

his hand, "Tell Ayin to bring Jingnu over."

Ajian reluctantly left Yang Xiangling's naked body and walked outside.

Cheng Jin watched Ajian leave, thinking about Ayin's beautiful figure. Wu Shantai, standing nearby, had already penetrated Yang Xiangling's vagina and was thrusting vigorously. Cheng Jin turned his head and saw his aunt being pressed down by Wu Shantai, with more than a dozen hands still playing with her body. Cheng Jin's face turned red, and his penis was already erect. His aunt's intoxicating moans seemed to be constantly urging him on.

Cheng Jin turned his head away. No matter how exciting the live sex show next to him was, he tried hard not to look, because the woman being violated was his mother's younger sister. Even though he had resolved to disregard all ethics and morality, he still felt it was better to imagine Ah Yin's naked body...

Zhao Kunhua watched and laughed, "Hehe, couldn't resist, could you? This woman is really something, incredibly strong, even stronger than her sister. When I first captured her that year, she was like a tigress, cursing and screaming, never a moment of peace. Now she's much more docile."

Seeing Cheng Jin's bewildered expression, Zhao Kunhua continued, "Back then, I had already been playing with Ling the bitch for two months, and I was getting a little tired of her, but when she came, haha! It immediately reignited my interest. It was really fun back then. We tied this bitch up tightly and hung her up, and then we played with Ling the bitch in front of her, with more than a dozen men surrounding her. This bitch was hanging there crying and cursing, while her sister's cunt, with two dicks inserted, didn't make a sound..."

"After we raped that bitch Ling, we dragged her to her sister's place. I straddled Ling's face and shoved my cock into her sister's cunt. Haha! Seeing their expressions was so exhilarating! That was the happiest moment of my life!" Zhao Kunhua smiled as he looked at Yang Xiangling's violated body, then said, "Before, I dreamed about those two sisters' bodies so much I
almost

went crazy. Having missed out on them when they were young, of course I had to enjoy them to the fullest! Right?" Cheng Jin chuckled dryly in response

. Upon hearing him mention his mother, the image of his mother being raped naked by them suddenly flashed through his mind. The scene of Zhao Kunhua raping his mother in his house years ago resurfaced. He tried not to think about it, but the image was like a root, impossible to shake off.

The image of his mother seemed to overlap with that of his aunt before him. Cheng Jin seemed to see his mother's beautiful breasts changing shape under their kneading, one penis after another penetrating her vagina, his mother moaning weakly under their lewd play… The lust within him burned ever brighter, and he could hardly contain himself, wanting only to pounce on his aunt and ravage her body with his penis…

Cheng Jin vaguely felt that something was wrong. All along, whenever he thought of his mother's humiliation, he would be filled with rage and hatred for Zhao Kunhua to the bone. Why was it that now… now the feeling was a little different? Suddenly,

he heard his aunt scream. Cheng Jin turned his head and saw Wu Shantai standing to the side with a smile, having finished at some point. His aunt's snow-white body was sandwiched between two men, one foot on the ground, the other held high. Cheng Jin clearly saw two penises pressed together and inserted into her vagina, while the third man was on his side, his penis already halfway in. Yang Xiangling's body trembled uncontrollably, but she was firmly restrained and unable to move at all. She could only wail miserably as the third penis penetrated her.

Her beautiful face was taut, making her even more alluring and cold. Cheng Jin's blood rushed to his head, and his penis almost went out of control. He swallowed hard; his aunt's pain both tormented and excited him. He unconsciously clutched his crotch; his penis was unbearably erect.

Fortunately, help arrived. A Yin led in a beautiful woman. The woman was completely naked, with a slender and shapely figure. Cheng Jin noticed that her genitals were cleanly shaved, with a silver ring hanging from them. She was very delicate-looking, with a frail appearance, and followed A Yin with her head down and small steps. Cheng Jin was slightly taken aback, feeling that he had seen this woman somewhere before; she looked familiar, but he couldn't quite place her.

Zhao Kunhua, seeing this, smiled and said, "A Yin, the young master wants you."

A Yin blushed slightly when she saw many men present and walked up to Cheng Jin.

Cheng Jin's penis was already at its most aroused, especially with the arrival of two beauties. He loosened his belt, revealing a large bulge in his crotch. A Yin blushed slightly, glancing at Wu Shantai and the others beside her, then turning to look at Zhao Kunhua, who was already groping A Jing in his arms.

A Yin had no choice; only Zhao Kunhua had ever used her body. Others had only ever seen her perform oral sex on the gang leader. This time, with many naked men watching her serve someone else, she couldn't help but feel a little nervous. However, she quickly pulled down Cheng Jin's pants, knelt on the ground, and took his penis into her mouth. Cheng Jin groaned comfortably, one hand constantly pulling at her hair, the other stroking her back through the thin fabric.

A Yin's alluring figure was faintly visible. Cheng Jin hummed in agreement, gently tugging at her clothes. A Yin understood, burying her head between Cheng Jin's legs, continuing to lick and suck, while her hands returned to her front to unbutton her own clothes.

Cheng Jin smiled as he watched her kneel and expertly undress. As soon as her undergarment fell off, he immediately reached out and grabbed her two heavy breasts, pinching her nipples between his index and middle fingers and kneading them vigorously with all five fingers. With

his penis stuffed in her mouth, A Yin let out a muffled moan, shifting slightly as she removed her lower garment. Her rounded buttocks, once exposed, attracted a flurry of gazes. They had imagined the naked body of the woman their leader had preserved for so long, but this was the first time they had seen it.

Cheng Jin hated A Yin for participating in the massacre of the Murong family, and he showed no mercy, forcefully kneading her breasts and clamping her nipples tightly between his hands. A Yin's breasts ached from the pinching, but she dared not struggle, whimpering softly, her tongue still relentlessly touching every part of his penis.

Cheng Jin was already nearing his climax, and A Yin's oral skills were truly remarkable; his lower abdomen was surging with desire, ready to erupt at any moment. Suddenly, Cheng Jin heard his aunt's scream again. He turned his head and saw Yang Xiangling's body being violently pulled backward, her full breasts protruding even more, being grabbed and pulled by four hands. Three penises were rhythmically thrusting in and out of her vagina, stretching it wide open. Worst of all, a man was now violently inserting a fist-thick wooden stick into her anus. The stick's thickness was clearly beyond Yang Xiangling's tolerance, and in excruciating pain, she finally screamed loudly.

Seeing his aunt being tortured like this, Cheng Jin's blood rushed to his head, and his already heightened desire instantly surpassed its peak. A Yin felt her breasts being violently pulled, and then the penis in her mouth jerked, spurting out a cannonball of semen that quickly filled her mouth.

Her breasts were squeezed tighter and tighter, the pain almost making her faint. Ayin's body twisted involuntarily, but her mouth was tightly blocked, preventing her from crying out. Gushing sounds came from her throat as she swallowed the ever-increasing amount of semen, desperately trying to suppress the urge to scream. Her hips writhed, but Cheng Jin's grip didn't lessen. Her

tender breasts felt like they were about to leave her body. Ayin's face turned pale with pain, and finally, unable to bear it any longer, she choked, liquid spilling from her mouth. In a panic, Ayin tilted her head back, pulling her mouth away from his penis, and immediately swallowed the remaining semen. She wiped the liquid from her mouth back up before taking Cheng Jin's ravaged penis back into her mouth, washing it with her tongue and saliva.

Cheng Jin felt a burning pleasure wash over him. His hands, which had been squeezing Ayin's breasts, loosened. He let out a long breath, finally releasing the lust that had been building up since Zhao Shuangru's time that morning. The screams of Yang Xiangling beside him gradually subsided as her body adapted to the pain, but the penis inside her continued to thrust harder and harder, making a whooshing sound. Her lewd posture did not diminish Cheng Jin's allure in the slightest, and his penis, which had just ejaculated, began to feel aroused again.

A Yin clearly noticed this; she looked up at Cheng Jin in surprise. Cheng Jin smiled: "Keep going! Once you get it going, I'll take you."

A Yin blushed slightly again, lowered her head, and diligently continued to lick Cheng Jin's penis.

Although the scene of his aunt being ravaged was too tempting, Cheng Jin still turned his gaze to another woman. That Jingnu was also kneeling at Zhao Kunhua's feet, her buttocks raised high, her head buried deep in his crotch. When Zhao Kunhua saw Cheng Jin looking at him, he laughed: "Hehe. Doesn't she look a lot like someone?"

His smile was quite ambiguous.

Upon hearing this, Cheng Jin suddenly thought of someone and exclaimed, "Could it be Madam..."

Zhao Kunhua laughed and said, "Clever! This is my sister-in-law, Qin Jing. Jingnu, this is the young master!"

Qin Jing, with a penis in her mouth, raised her head and glanced at Cheng Jin with a very strange expression.

Unlike her sister, who loved martial arts, Qin Jing was quiet and reserved. So, although her father was a renowned martial arts master, her martial arts skills were actually quite mediocre. Her older sister, Qin Ying, was more than ten years older and often appeared in public, her beauty widely known, while her younger sister remained unknown. As a result, her sister's fame became too outstanding, and one day she suddenly disappeared. A few months later, it was rumored that she had become the wife of the leader of the Dragon God Gang, infuriating her father, who was powerless to do anything about it.

Ten years ago, her father was assassinated, and she ran to seek refuge with her sister. However, she did not see her sister but was easily captured by her lecherous brother-in-law, leading Qin Ying to believe that her younger sister had already died with their father. Qin Jing, trapped in this den of iniquity, was not only raped and humiliated by her brother-in-law, but also shared with his henchmen. During the gang rape, Qin Jing begged Zhao Kunhua to spare her for her sister's sake, unaware that among the women Zhao Kunhua kept, the humiliation she suffered was relatively minor.

Qin Jing knew that this so-called "young master" was her nephew-in-law, and that his penis, which had once been used on her sister's daughter, would likely soon enter her body, causing her to feel extremely uncomfortable. She glanced at Cheng Jin, then quickly lowered her head again, focusing only on Zhao Kunhua's penis in her mouth.

When Cheng Jin heard that this woman was Zhao's wife's sister, he paused for a moment, then immediately understood. A monster like Zhao Kunhua wouldn't be able to escape the clutches of even a sister-in-law, let alone his wife's many beautiful relatives. Cheng Jin glanced back at Yang Xiangling, thinking that on one side was his aunt, and on the other was his wife's aunt, a strange feeling suddenly welling up in his chest...

Zhao Kunhua reached under Qin Jing, grabbing and playing with one of her breasts, while patting her head with the other, saying, "Jingnu is very obedient, so she hasn't suffered much."

Qin Jing whimpered, burying her head even lower.

Qin Jing's naked body was as clear and translucent as her name, her snow-white skin looking delicate and flawless, her rounded buttocks swaying from side to side with the movement of her head. Cheng Jin felt extremely uncomfortable, his lust, which had just been released, began to reignite...

Suddenly, another long cry rang out beside him. Just as Yang Xiangling was being penetrated by three penises in her vagina, gasping for breath, the wooden rod in her anus suddenly thrust in harder, penetrating even further. Amidst the laughter of the men, she jerked violently in pain, screamed, her head drooping, and fainted.

Cheng Jin's heart tightened as he heard Zhao Kunhua curse, "Damn it, you can play around, but if you kill this bitch, your wives won't be able to afford to pay for it!"

Then, the guy behind Yang Xiangling sullenly pulled out the wooden stick and threw Nan Bangguo, who had a bloody streak, down.

Wu Shantai checked her breathing and cursed, "Are you three done yet? If not, stop now, don't kill her."

The three men were startled, glanced at Zhao Kunhua, exchanged bewildered looks, and slowly withdrew from Yang Xiangling's body, standing there comically with their erect penises.

Yang Xiangling was laid on the ground, her body already ravaged by torture, yet white fluid continued to gush from her ravaged orifice. From her exhausted body, it was impossible to tell that this was once a famous and beautiful heroine renowned throughout the martial arts world. Her former heroic spirit had long since been worn away, only her beautiful body remained, still enticing every man to pounce on her and rape her.

Zhao Kunhua snorted comfortably, patted Qin Jing's head, and said to Cheng Jin, "Hehe, that bitch Xiao Ling is really bad now. She's only been around for a short time and she's already exhausted. You don't know, back then, dozens of men took turns raping her, and she could still curse!"

The sight of his aunt's miserable state slightly dampened Cheng Jin's excitement at witnessing the devastation firsthand; he now felt a dull ache in his heart. "My aunt has been brutally raped like this for eight years, how has she managed to survive until now?"

Zhao Kunhua's words struck a nerve. Cheng Jin said, "Eight years, and she's still alive, that's quite remarkable."

Zhao Kunhua chuckled and said, "That's because I want to keep her alive. Hehe, that bitch Ling was constantly being raped, so she was left half-dead. I don't want this one to die. But this bitch is really strong. I have quite a few women here, and they've only been with her a little less than half the number of times before they committed suicide, damn it! I was just worried she'd die, but who knew this bitch didn't seem to want to live at all, and even said that her child would come to save her, what a dream."

Cheng Jin

felt a pang of pain in his heart, knowing that his aunt had endured eight years of humiliation by clinging to her last breath, and the suffering she had endured was unimaginable. Thinking about how he had just been eager to participate in the rape of her, he felt a vague unease in his heart. Cheng Jin turned to look at Yang Xiangling, seeing her breathing slightly, her body already beginning to move, seemingly about to wake up, and a wave of heartache washed over him again.

Her child? Cheng Jin's heart skipped a beat. How many children did his aunt have? He couldn't recall at the moment. His uncle's family lived in Kaifeng, not close to his home in Wuchang. He had never met that cousin. Could he, like him, have escaped and been waiting for a chance to take revenge? The thought of possibly having allies sent a strange, ominous feeling through Cheng Jin. He vaguely sensed that something was amiss…

Zhao Kunhua said smugly, “Hehe! You’ve heard how strong Ling is, right? Actually, this bitch is even wilder. The day I brought her here, the two sisters’ expressions were priceless! The older sister was a bit dazed from being penetrated by Lao Wu and his gang, and when she saw her younger sister brought in tied up, her face changed. I didn’t know if she wanted to cry or curse, but she didn’t say a word, just glared at me angrily, her eyes were wet. It really gave me a good thrill! I originally wanted to use her sister to blackmail her into being more obedient, but she ignored me completely! She’s smart, knowing that I, Lao Zhao, wouldn’t let go of this piece of fat meat.”

"That little sister was really wild back then, crying and cursing the whole time. Haha! The more she cursed, the harder we fucked her older sister, almost tearing Ling's pussy apart before it was her turn. I rode on her older sister's face and slowly raped her, letting them know that from now on their bodies were mine to play with as much as I wanted! Then we hung them up face to face, and everyone took turns playing with them, letting them see clearly how their sisters were fucked by men."

"That day was really horrible, we fucked from morning till night, everyone in the gang got to experience what those cold-faced beauties were like. Haha! Just imagine, those two arrogant sisters back then, stripped me naked, and let over a hundred people take turns fucking me, what a thrilling scene that was!"

Cheng Jin remained silent, his teeth itching with hatred, but his penis hardened again, filling A Yin's little mouth.

Zhao Kunhua, in high spirits, continued, "Back then, whenever we had free time, we'd tie up the Ling sisters and bring them to the main hall for the brothers to enjoy. Sometimes we'd even bring Ling's daughter along. But Yan Nu was a bit more obedient and weaker, so I was afraid of hurting her and didn't do it as often. Even when we didn't have time to play with them, we'd hang the two sisters naked in the main hall. Once, I tied their breasts up and hung them face to face—well, just the ropes tying their breasts up..."

Seeing Cheng Jin's confused expression, he laughed, "Don't understand? I'll show you later!"

Cheng Jin hurriedly said, "No...no... " " I used..."

Zhao Kunhua chuckled, "Hehe! Then he spread their legs apart and folded them above his head, took a wooden stick and inserted it into Ling's pussy, and inserted the other end of the stick into Xiao Ling's pussy. Haha! It was really fun to watch, both sisters had to bend over, and their breasts hurt. But as soon as they moved, their pussy would... Hahaha..."

Cheng Jin's face was already flushed, and upon hearing this, he shouted, "I can't hold back anymore!"

He pulled A Yin's head away and pressed her to the ground, his penis thrusting in hard without warning, penetrating A Yin's vagina to the hilt.

A Yin cried out "Ah!" and her body trembled. Although her vagina was a little wet, the sudden thrust still hurt terribly. Cheng Jin ignored her, his lust burning fiercely, mixed with a surge of anger, all of which he vented on A Yin. Cheng Jin gripped A Yin's breasts tightly with both hands, his penis thrusting forcefully into her warm, wet opening. The rhythmic contractions of her vagina gave him immense pleasure, and he couldn't help but let out a long moan.

Zhao Kunhua watched, secretly amused, and said, "I haven't finished speaking yet, and you can't even hold back anymore?"

Cheng Jin forced a smile, catching his breath. He saw A Yin lying beneath him, her brows furrowed, clearly enduring pain. Cheng Jin smiled faintly, loosening his grip on her breasts and instead gently kneading them, slowing the thrusting of his penis. A Yin let out a soft "hmm," followed by a series of lewd moans, her body swaying slightly with Cheng Jin's movements.

Cheng Jin cursed inwardly, "This woman is so shameless..."

He withdrew his penis, patted A Yin's buttocks, and gestured for her to turn over. A Yin gave him a long, wistful look, then shifted her body, turning over and lying face down on the ground, her buttocks raised high.

Cheng Jin exhaled, his penis pressed against A Yin's anus, his hands gripping her buttocks, and slowly inserted himself. A Yin let out a long "Ah!" and a seductive moan erupted, her head swaying gently.

Cheng Jin's penis encountered little resistance and entered A Yin's anus completely. The warm flesh walls gripped his penis tightly, and Cheng Jin began to slowly thrust in and out. "Her ass must have been played with by Old Zhao many times,"

Cheng Jin thought. A Yin's alluring moans further stimulated his lust, and Cheng Jin could clearly feel that this woman's ass was being fucked very pleasurably.

"Crawl over there."

Cheng Jin patted A Yin's buttocks, and like riding a horse, while still inserting his penis into her anus, he drove her to crawl towards Zhao Kunhua's side, where she lay side by side with Jing Nu at Zhao Kunhua's feet.

Zhao Kunhua chuckled, pulling Ayin's head towards him. Ayin swallowed, bringing her head close to his crotch. Her master's penis was already occupied by Qin Jing's small mouth; she could only gently lick his scrotum.

Zhao Kunhua groaned comfortably, his hands gently stroking the hair of the two women beneath him. He was extremely pleased to have such beautiful and obedient sex slaves.

Cheng Jin continued thrusting his penis into Ayin's anus, one hand on her back, the other touching Qin Jing's buttocks. Zhao's wife's sister? Cheng Jin suddenly felt a strong urge to rape Qin Jing. His hand gradually moved down, touching Qin Jing's vulva. Cheng Jin felt the woman's body tremble slightly, and another surge of excitement welled up within him.

Wu Shantai and the others watched this scene awkwardly. Yang Xiangling, who had already fainted, was not allowed to move. Ayin and Jingnu had no time to entertain them; their pent-up lust had nowhere to go, especially the three guys who hadn't finished with Yang Xiangling earlier. Their erections swelled even more, and they could only helplessly watch the live sex show unfold before them.

Cheng Jin inserted his penis into Ayin's vagina again. He had actually wanted to sleep with this woman for a long time; she was his true enemy. He thought to himself that the Zhao Shuangru sisters were just a facade. He thrust vigorously, her vagina already slick with saliva. The wetness acted like an accelerator, increasing the frequency of their genital friction.

Ayin moaned and cried out loudly, her mouth already away from her master's crotch. Her excited cries made it impossible for her to continue her work. Zhao Kunhua watched with a grin. He didn't mind sharing this woman, which he had monopolized, with his successor. The scene before him intensely stimulated his lust. He pressed Qin Jing's head down, his penis thrusting in and out of his sister-in-law's mouth.

Wu Shantai was the first to speak. He wasn't the one who couldn't resist, but he knew he should speak on behalf of his men: "Boss, since Ayin is here, she should... hehe!"

Zhao Kunhua smiled slightly. This was a rule he had set; any woman who came to this room would become an object of his brothers' arbitrary play. He said, "Alright, I set the rules, and I won't go back on my word. But you all need to be gentle! I'll hold anyone who damages Ayin accountable."

A cheer erupted in the room. "Of course, of course!"

the men quickly agreed.

Cheng Jin, hearing that Ayin was about to be gang-raped by so many men, was delighted and said, "Okay, you can have her!"

His penis suddenly thrust in hard and then pulled out sharply. Ayin cried out, the sudden impact making her feel lightheaded. The vaginal fluids that had filled her cunt flowed out as the penis withdrew.

"Crawl over here, Ayin,"

Wu Shantai said to her.

Although she had come prepared, she still felt a pang of sadness at her master allowing them to rape her. She seemed to have a high status in front of the gang leader, but now it seemed she was merely a sex slave, even if she was of a higher status than the other sex slaves…

Ayin's face flushed red as she slowly crawled towards Wu Shantai. She was already used to these men's methods of raping women, but now it was her turn. The men over there had their greedy eyes fixed on her body; she could even hear them swallowing. Ayin's heart pounded with anxiety. How would her body be treated? She dared not think about it.

Wu Shantai watched with amusement as A Yin's slender figure slowly writhed and crawled towards him. He had slept with countless women, but the prospect of finally having his way with this once unattainable beauty still moved him. Although he had once resented the gang leader's monopolization of this woman, all that was in the past now.

The first penis entered A Yin's vagina and began to thrust violently, eliciting a mournful whimper from her. Her naked body was already covered with the rough, calloused hands of the lustful men.

Cheng Jin smiled as he watched A Yin being penetrated, then leaned over Qin Jing and began to caress her. Although Zhao Kunhua had asked them to treat A Yin gently, Cheng Jin knew that expecting these guys to be gentle with a woman was far too difficult. This woman, who had aided and abetted the wicked, would soon experience the pain of those women who had been gang-raped with her help, and her rapid moans seemed to confirm this.

Cheng Jin's hands cupped Qin Jing's breasts, gently kneading them. Her skin was so beautiful that he couldn't help but lower his head to kiss it. Did Ling'er know she had such an aunt? Cheng Jin imagined his mother-in-law's body while playing with his mother-in-law's sister's naked body.

"Your body is so beautiful, Auntie,"

he said to Qin Jing. "You're my wife's aunt, which means you're my aunt too. I want to fuck you, Auntie!"

He kept saying "Auntie," his penis eagerly entering Qin Jing's vagina. The warm, moist walls intensely stimulated Cheng Jin's senses, and he suddenly felt a strange, pleasurable sensation. "I'm fucking you, Auntie!"

he shouted, thrusting forcefully while stealing glances at the corner of the room.

There was another beautiful body there, and that was his real aunt.

Qin Jing couldn't know his complicated thoughts at that moment, but those repeated calls of "Auntie" made her face flush red. In fact, even now, she still feels extremely ashamed every time she is raped, let alone when the person raping her is her sister's son-in-law. She has seen Zhao Kunhua's shamelessness many times, but she still finds it difficult to be shameless with him. She moaned softly, the penis in her mouth preventing her from making a louder sound.

Cheng Jin violently raped Qin Jing, feeling that he was now acting impulsively and losing control. His hands frantically groped every part of her body, trying to completely possess every inch of her skin. He began to wonder why he had such strong feelings for this woman.

39. The Torture of Hanging Breasts

Under Cheng Jin's fierce attack, Qin Jing was already panting heavily. Zhao Kunhua cursed, "You brat, are you deliberately trying to make things difficult for me? How can Jingnu suck my cock like this?"

Cheng Jin smiled sheepishly, and his movements had to slow down. Qin Jing's gentle flesh seemed to give him a strange sense of intimacy, and he was happy to slowly savor it.

Having caught her breath, Jingnu resumed her attentive oral service to her master. Zhao Kunhua snorted, "That's more like it!"

Yang Xiangling, in the corner, had woken up to a scene of debauchery. She quietly closed her eyes again, letting them know that her awakening was not a good thing for her. But she couldn't escape Zhao Kunhua's gaze. He sneered and whispered to Cheng Jin, "Little Ling, that bitch, is awake. Don't touch her for now. Wait until she's rested enough, then we'll show you the real show!"

Cheng Jin casually agreed. He was currently venting his pent-up desire for his aunt on Qin Jing's body. Hearing this, a surge of pity welled up in his chest. His aunt was about to suffer another humiliation. Although he didn't know what kind of trick it would be, he knew it certainly wouldn't be pleasant for a woman. He knew Zhao Kunhua's methods all too well.

Cheng Jin gazed tenderly at the beautiful naked body on the ground; after all, she was his family…

Zhao Kunhua gently stroked Qin Jing's hair: “Why don’t you try her anus? Jingnu has the softest anus I’ve ever seen, it’s very comfortable.”

He instructed his son-in-law.

Qin Jing let out a soft “ooh,” her body twisting slightly. Being discussed about her private parts like this, her body, already weakened by defilement, still felt a surge of heat. The young man behind her indeed moved his penis up to her anus and slowly inserted it, Qin Jing letting out a long moan.

Cheng Jin slowly thrust in and out of Qin Jing’s anus; the indeed very soft anus enveloped his penis completely, he felt the warm flesh gently massaging his entire penis, and he breathed a sigh of comfort.

“Ayin’s anus is too tight,”

Zhao Kunhua commented, “She hasn’t been fucked enough, her anus is still a bit hard, not as soft as Jingnu’s.”

He turned to look at Ayin, regretfully missing her reaction to his words. His most beloved woman was surrounded by men, with penises thrusting in and out of her mouth, vagina, and the anus he was discussing. Her trembling body clearly couldn't possibly pay attention to the irrelevant conversation.

"Hehe! If we play like this a few more times, Ah Yin's asshole will slowly become better," Cheng

Jin laughed gloatingly.

"Get lost! I don't want my woman to become a man's urinal! This time it's an exception for your sake, but don't even think about it again!"

He spat. "His women" were generally not to be touched by others, unlike "his sex slaves." Cheng Jin understood this, and he suddenly felt a surge of emotion—emotion towards Zhao Kunhua!

"Am I really grateful to him?"

Cheng Jin asked himself. He quickly gave a negative answer: "Of course not, he's just using me!"

But he still felt a little embarrassed about Zhao Kunhua's trust and affection…

"Heh…"

Qin Jing let out a soft cry. Cheng Jin saw her head being pressed tightly against Zhao Kunhua's crotch. The old man exhaled with pleasure; he was finished.

Cheng Jin continued thrusting into Qin Jing's anus. The woman's mouth had left her master's crotch, and her upper body was lying prone on the ground. "A good woman,"

Cheng Jin thought.

Meanwhile, A Yin was still moaning incessantly, one penis after another entering and exiting her body, accompanied by a chorus of men's laughter. Cheng Jin saw the shiny gold ring on A Yin's vulva being gently tugged in someone's hand. "Hehe, they've only ever played with silver rings, never gold ones,"

Cheng Jin chuckled inwardly. His gaze suddenly swept over Yang Xiangling beside him, and he noticed the thick patch of pubic hair on his aunt's vulva.

Cheng Jin instinctively reached down to Qin Jing's crotch, and beneath her smooth mons pubis, his fingers touched a metal ring. He glanced at his aunt again—no, definitely not! His aunt's vulva wasn't ringed. Cheng Jin suddenly felt a surge of warmth, and his penis unconsciously increased its force, thrusting vigorously into Qin Jing's anus.

He suddenly caught his breath, pulled his penis out sharply, and thrust it back into her vulva. Qin Jing let out another long moan; she felt a sudden rush of pleasure, her uterus being pounded by a warm current.

Cheng Jin, satisfied, ejaculated into his wife's aunt's body and slumped to the ground, feeling a bit tired. Qin Jing, having completed her task, obediently lay on the ground, breathing softly. Maintaining silence was crucial at this moment, she understood perfectly.

After catching his breath, Cheng Jin slowly walked back to his chair and sat down, enjoying the stimulating scene of his brothers raping A Yin.

The men were frantically venting their desires on A Yin's body; they knew they wouldn't have many more opportunities to play with this woman, and now they had to have their fill. A Yin, moaning, had every inch of her body filled with penises. She weakly twisted her body slightly; being penetrated by so many men at once was an experience she had never had before. Didn't their master have any pity for her? Letting so many stinking men brutally possess her beautiful body! A Yin tried to turn her head towards Zhao Kunhua, but she couldn't; the guy with the penis in her mouth wouldn't allow her to move her head.

After a while, the men finally noticed there was another woman idling nearby. Someone pointed to Qin Jing, who was lying on the ground, and received a slight nod from the gang leader. The frail Qin Jing was immediately surrounded by men, several penises vying to penetrate her, thrusting violently. "Let her help A Yin,"

Zhao Kunhua thought.

Cheng Jin watched with interest as a dozen burly men gang-raped the two beauties, while Zhao Kunhua remained silent, smiling. Rewarding his gang members with beautiful women was his most effective way of winning them over. He had said, "If it weren't for me, how could you have so many beauties to play with?"

Finally, A Yin felt fewer and fewer men pressing down on her. Those who had finished their acts stopped to catch their breath, recovering their strength for the next round. Zhao Kunhua smiled and said to Cheng Jin, "You can get that bitch Xiao Ling up now."

He ordered several idle men to drag the feigning unconscious Yang Xiangling up and tie her up with ropes.

Yang Xiangling's lower body was still in pain; seeing that she was about to be tied up again, she swallowed her tears silently. Her hands were bound behind her back, the rope wrapped around her left breast several times, and with a sharp pull, Yang Xiangling screamed. The rope tightened around the base of her left breast, causing her full breast to bulge forward, swelling into a purple ball.

Cheng Jin felt a pang of pain in his heart, yet a warm feeling slowly rose in his lower abdomen. Watching his aunt's other breast being treated in the same way, his aunt, in unbearable pain, moaned softly, "If only she had nothing to do with me,"

Cheng Jin thought. But she was, after all, his mother's younger sister. Even though he felt an intense urge to watch, a shadow in his heart always eroded his desire.

"Actually, I could just let go... why should I still be worried about this?"

Cheng Jin shook his head. He knew he no longer needed to be worried, but he still felt a resistance in his heart preventing him from participating in the humiliation of his aunt.

The rope binding his aunt's breasts slowly rose, lifting her body off the ground. Cheng Jin was shocked by this scene; he had never seen breasts subjected to such torture. Her delicate breasts bore the weight of her entire body. Yang Xiangling hadn't endured this torture in a long time. She groaned incessantly, the excruciating pain in her breasts becoming unbearable. But the man's actions continued. Her legs were bent overhead, her ankles spread behind her head, and tied together behind her neck, arching her body into a contortion. Her two alluring orifices were wide open.

"Hehe! We used to tie up those two bitches like this all the time. The two sisters would hang facing each other, a wooden stick piercing their two cunts. Haha! The two bitches, usually so stubborn they wouldn't utter a sound, would cry and scream in pain after being hung like that. Then we'd take turns penetrating their asses. It felt so good! The two cold beauties were made to cry out loud by me, hahaha..."

Zhao Kunhua boasted to his son-in-law about his past exploits.

Cheng Jin remained silent, watching his aunt's face contorted in pain. He knew how much agony she was in, even though there was no wooden or fleshy rod inserted into her vagina. He knew how Zhao Kunhua had ruthlessly tortured his mother, and he glared at him hatefully. His father-in-law, on the other hand, smiled smugly at Yang Xiangling, seemingly imagining the wonderful scene of the two sisters being raped by him together.

"It's a pity that the bitch Ling is gone,"

Zhao Kunhua sighed, "but Ling's daughter is here. Ayin!"

He saw that everyone had gotten off Ayin and Qin Jing. Ayin's disheveled and bruised naked body told him that she had suffered greatly and needed to rest. He decided to let her leave: "Go and bring Yannu! Then you don't need to come in again."

Cheng Jin's face changed drastically. This old thief was going to send his sister to suffer in place of their mother! His mind conjured an image of his sister and aunt, their breasts bound and suspended, a wooden stick connected to their vulvas, while a group of men with grotesque faces lewdly raped their anuses. Cheng Jin felt a wave of dizziness wash over him. "God! Is all this going to happen right before my eyes?"

Zhao Kunhua continued boasting, "Back then, I was allied with Old Li. That guy's favorite thing to do was fuck Ling the bitch's asshole. He did it the most of everyone! In the end, he even took Ling the bitch for himself. I wonder how long he can keep this half-dead woman entertained?"

Cheng Jin suddenly asked, "Didn't you ask him?"

Zhao Kunhua shook his head, saying, "Actually, I haven't seen Old Li much since then. He always sends his underlings to run errands. Damn it, why didn't I ask? It's really strange!"

He scratched his head. He actually had the chance to ask, but for some reason, he just didn't want to mention the Yang Xiaoling sisters in front of Old Li.

Ayin moved her body with difficulty, limping as she walked out. Cheng Jin watched her retreating figure, a warm feeling rising in his lower abdomen. He thought to himself, "Should I just let her go like this today? Oh well, I'll find another chance to cripple her later..."

Over there, Wu Shantai stood grinning in front of the wailing Yang Xiangling, gently tapping her vulva with a stick. "Your sister's gone, your niece will take her place in a bit! Haha, haven't tasted this in a long time, have you?"

He pretended to gently poke her vulva with the stick, and Yang Xiangling let out a soft moan. Everyone burst into laughter.

Suddenly, a woman's scream rang out from outside. It was A Yin's voice! Zhao Kunhua was startled. Could something unexpected happen on his turf? Wu Shantai had already dropped the stick and led the way out...

Chapter 40: Invading the Erotic Cave

A masked man dressed in black pointed a sword at A Yin, who was lying on the ground. Blood dripped from the tip of the sword onto A Yin's naked body. A Yin, pale with fright, clutched her shoulder and groaned in pain.

"Quickly release my Sister Rong!"

the masked man shouted. The delicate and melodious voice indicated that it belonged to a young girl.

A group of naked men rushed out of the house, giving the young masked girl a real fright. She shyly and hastily closed her eyes. But she opened them again in an instant. Closing her eyes when venturing into the tiger's den was too bold. A

shy and charming look! Cheng Jin immediately recognized her—it was Aqi! "This stupid girl!"

Cheng Jin thought, "Breaking in like this without thinking, isn't she courting death?"

"Where is my Sister Rong? Where is my mother? You bunch of lecherous thieves, release them immediately!"

Aqi shouted loudly, her voice already weak with panic in front of so many naked men.

Zhao Kunhua snorted and shouted, "Who is your mother? The Dragon God Gang is not a place you can mess around in! Release my beloved concubine immediately!"

Ayin's injury did indeed pain him.

"I won't release her! This bitch killed my father!"

Aqi shouted, oblivious to the situation, "Release my mother and Sister Rong immediately! Otherwise, I won't be polite!"

These men were naked, which would greatly reduce their fighting ability. Aqi, brimming with confidence in her lightness skill, believed she was invincible, brandishing her longsword and verbally refusing to back down.

Seeing an opportunity, Ayin moved swiftly, leaping towards Zhao Kunhua. But she had clearly underestimated Aqi's martial arts skills, and her exhausted body from the gang rape also affected her movements.

With a scream, Aqi's longsword pierced through her back and out of her chest. The naked beauty could no longer utter a second sound, and fell heavily to the ground with a thud.

Zhao Kunhua roared and pounced, delivering a thunderous punch. Aqi's sword was too slow to deflect, so she had to abandon it and hurriedly dodge to the side. Zhao Kunhua's moves were not yet finished, and he had already launched a second attack, forcing Aqi to use her lightness skill to jump and dodge continuously, completely powerless to fight

back. After several moves, Zhao Kunhua suddenly sneered, withdrew his attack, and took a step back. Aqi breathed a sigh of relief. This old villain was much stronger than she had imagined, and she regretted her reckless intrusion. Fortunately, he had stopped. Aqi composed herself, only to find herself surrounded by a group of naked men. The men's dark genitals were clearly visible to the young girl, and Aqi blushed, too astray to look.

There was only one way out: break through from above! Aqi let out a sharp cry and feigned an attack on one of the men.

The man, just as he was getting into a fighting stance, suddenly abandoned him and leaped onto the roof.

Aqi's feint had worked, and she felt reassured. Outnumbered, escape was paramount. She took a deep breath, turned, and prepared to run. Before she even turned, she saw a burly figure standing behind her, almost colliding headfirst.

It was Zhao the Old Thief! He'd been waiting here! Aqi's mind raced. Using her momentum, she darted to the side, trying to avoid being caught. She was confident that no one here could outrun her.

But she failed; a powerful palm strike forced her to take a step back. Knowing that once this masked man escaped, he would never be able to catch him again, Zhao Kunhua unleashed a barrage of palm strikes like thunder. Aqi dared not confront him head-on, and could only retreat and dodge. Forced to the edge of the roof, Aqi, seeing nowhere else to hide, leaped back to the ground.

There, she found herself surrounded by naked men again. Aqi inwardly cried out in alarm! Each of these men now wielded a gleaming longsword, and the man who had repeatedly harassed her stood there solemnly; his martial arts were no weaker than hers! Aqi grew increasingly anxious. She had been reckless and ignorant in her actions, and she couldn't help but regret it.

Since Fang Yirong had been captured by Cheng Jin, Aqi had been helpless. Since entering the martial world, she had always followed Sister Rong, never needing to offer any advice. Now, alone, she was utterly at a loss. The girl, frantic and pacing like a headless fly for days, finally lost her patience and decided to storm the Dragon God Gang. She thought that with her light-footed skills, even if she couldn't save anyone, she could at least escape. Now, she realized how naive she had been!

Cheng Jin, sword in hand, stared at Aqi's beautiful yet panicked eyes, unsure whether to attack. "My aunt's child!"

A lingering worry from the depths of his heart kept flashing through his mind. Aqi's appearance… the more he thought about it, the more she resembled his aunt, especially since she had claimed to be looking for her mother! "Perhaps capturing Rongnu was a mistake,"

he thought.

Cheng Jin inwardly cursed himself. These two women were clearly Zhao Laozei's enemies, yet he hadn't even considered cooperating with them. He finally understood what that faint worry in his heart had been all along.

"Did I really never think they might be my relatives?"

Cheng Jin couldn't be sure. He was certain that he was indeed captivated by their stunning beauty; he only desired to possess their bodies and had no desire to consider the other possibility.

"Maybe I was really wrong!"

he thought blankly, not making a move.

But even without Cheng Jin's intervention, Aqi couldn't withstand the onslaught. The men's nakedness made her even more panicked. She had thought their lack of clothing would diminish their skills, but she hadn't expected them to be so unconcerned, and it was she who was affected. Before Aqi could even feel regret, several long swords were already at her neck, and then several pressure points were struck all over her body, rendering her unable to move.

Zhao Kunhua snorted, bent down and picked up Ayin; his most beloved concubine was already dead. Zhao Kunhua stood up angrily, roaring at Aqi, "Kill my woman?"

He threw a heavy punch, hitting Aqi squarely in the stomach, sending her flying backward and crashing to the ground.

"You bunch of lecherous thieves, kill me!"

Aqi cried out. She didn't dare to think about what would happen to her in their hands.

Was this girl really the one he was worried about? Cheng Jin's heart pounded. He slowly walked up and said, "Miss Aqi, when did she kill your father? You're not mistaken, are you?"

Aqi shouted, "I saw this slut kill my father in my home in Kaifeng with my own eyes! You lecherous thief, kill me to avenge her!"

Cheng Jin's face turned deathly pale. "Kaifeng! Kaifeng! This... I can understand my aunt being in their hands for so many years, but now..."

Clinging to his last hope, he asked, "Your surname is Lu?"

Before Aqi could answer, Zhao Kunhua burst into laughter: "Haha! Wonderful! So you're that bitch Xiaoling's daughter! Your mother has been waiting for you for so long..."

Cheng Jin suddenly felt a chill run through his body: "It's all because of me! It's all because of me! I drove her to her death, you lecherous thief!"

He knew what a terrible mistake he had made, an irreparable one! He thought he could sacrifice everything for revenge, but now he realized how fragile his belief was in the face of beauty!

As Cheng Jin watched Aqi glare fiercely at him and be dragged into the house, he felt a surge of frustration. He wanted to shout, but he couldn't now. He dragged his heavy steps and followed them into the house.

The image of his aunt being cruelly hung up before his eyes was once again stimulating him. He suddenly felt a strange sensation fill his body, and a desire even stronger than before surged within him. His penis unconsciously became erect again, but Cheng Jin just stood silently to the side.

Zhao Kunhua began to interrogate him about the whereabouts of his eldest daughter, but the bewildered Aqi could only cry and curse, unable to get any answers. "Perhaps this girl really doesn't know..."

Zhao Kunhua thought, "Most likely it's that corrupt official surnamed Luo again!"

At this moment, Zhao Kunhua, who only regarded Prefect Luo as his greatest enemy, easily pushed all the blame onto him. This girl, hehe!

Zhao Kunhua ripped off Aqi's veil, and a burst of exclamations suddenly rang out in the room: "What a beauty!"

The beauty's tearful eyes looked around helplessly. Beside her, a naked woman bound and hung up strangely, and a naked woman covered in semen lying on the ground, made her blush. "You bunch of lecherous scoundrels!"

she cursed angrily, unable to bear the thought of what was about to happen to her. Her regret and shame could only be vented in this way.

Zhao Kunhua pinched her cheeks, then suddenly lowered his head and kissed her cherry lips. "So fragrant! Hehe, a pretty little girl like you, I, Old Zhao, will definitely treat you well."

He laughed loudly a few times, then his face suddenly darkened. "You came to find your mother, now I'll let you see your mother properly!"

He pinched Aqi's face and dragged her in front of Yang Xiangling.

Cheng Jin remained silently standing aside, quietly watching everything unfold before him. Aqi's loud cry of "Mother..."

shattered the last shred of hope in his heart. His aunt called out in a weak, trembling voice, "Aqi? Is it really Aqi?"

But he found that the sorrow in his heart was gradually diminishing. Why was this happening? Cheng Jin didn't think about it; he didn't think about anything, just coldly watching everything.

Zhao Kunhua chuckled, seeing the last glimmer of light disappear from Yang Xiangling's eyes. He shoved two fingers into Yang Xiangling's vagina, stirring them around, and lewdly said, "Little girl, we love fucking your mother's cunt, it's almost worn out, and your little cunt will be the same soon. Haha! Little Ling, you bitch, I never expected your daughter to be even prettier than you! I'm very satisfied! Hahaha!"

He reached for Aqi's breasts, kneading her youthful breasts through her clothes.

The girl, now in his clutches, could only weep incessantly, while her mother remained expressionless, perhaps the pain of her breasts being suspended had clouded her judgment? Zhao Kunhua didn't care about any of that. He ripped open Aqi's black outer garment, revealing her lovely undergarments and a pair of snow-white arms. A drumbeat erupted in the room; soon there would be another stunningly beautiful sex slave. The men excitedly rubbed their penises, only Cheng Jin remained silent.

Zhao Kunhua's hand slipped inside Aqi's undergarments, touching her breasts and moving them around. "Big, firm, and smooth, really nice!"

he commented with satisfaction. The humiliated girl let out a soft "Ah!", her body trembling slightly, large tears streaming down her face.

"Spare her!"

Yang Xiangling suddenly spoke up: "As long as you spare her, I'll do whatever you say!"

Her tone was so resolute.

Zhao Kunhua's hand abruptly stopped, his eyes narrowing. "Is that so? Who are you?"

"I...I'm Little Ling the Bitch! Master!"

Yang Xiangling replied.

"Master? Hahahaha..."

Zhao Kunhua burst into laughter, his voice filling the entire room, making ears ring. He couldn't explain why he was so smug; he felt as if he had fulfilled a long-cherished wish, and he just laughed heartily.

"Tie this little girl up to the side. If Little Ling the Bitch is obedient, don't touch her."

Zhao Kunhua said as he ordered his men to put Yang Xiangling down. Cheng Jin continued to watch all of this coldly.

Exhausted, Yang Xiangling collapsed to the ground after being untied. Her disheveled clothes could not conceal her pristine body, attracting countless lecherous glances. "She's grown so much... even prettier than I was back then."

But the more beautiful she was, the more dangerous she was now, a fact Yang Xiangling knew all too well.

Aqi was filled with panic. Her mother's gaze was full of affection, but she felt no warmth. An overwhelming sorrow made her cry out, "No..."

But she could only watch helplessly as her mother's humiliated, snow-white body slowly crawled towards the lecherous man.

"Heh heh, little Ling bitch! Crawl over here and lick my cock!"

Zhao Kunhua sat there smugly, shouting triumphantly. In that instant, he suddenly understood why he had been so cruel to the Yang sisters before. 01-22
Chapter 41: The Weapon Fails.

Watching Yang Xiangling's humiliated body crawl to his feet, her beautiful and stubborn face now deathly pale, Zhao Kunhua felt a surge of excitement. Recalling the past actions of this bitch, he suddenly said, "I want to pee, open your mouth wider and swallow it all!"

Aqi on the other side cried even louder, but Yang Xiangling remained expressionless, as if she had already disregarded everything. She closed her eyes, slightly opened her mouth, and slowly raised her head while kneeling at Zhao Kunhua's feet.

Zhao Kunhua laughed, and a thin, golden stream of water shot out, splashing onto Yang Xiangling's face, wetting it. Cheng Jin clearly saw his aunt's brow furrow slightly, the yellow stream of water swayed, and then shot into her mouth.

Urine quickly filled Yang Xiangling's mouth, gradually overflowing. Yang Xiangling gurgled as she let the foul-smelling liquid flow down her esophagus into her stomach. Cheng Jin remained coldly watching this scene; his penis was already at its maximum size, and he couldn't help but gently touch it.

Zhao Kunhua laughed incessantly, flicking his penis and splattering the last drops of urine onto Yang Xiangling's face, asking, "You stinking bitch, is it good?"

Yang Xiangling, her face contorted in pain, swallowed the stench and said, "It's good, Master."

"Hahaha! From now on, you'll be our chamber pot!"

Zhao Kunhua grabbed her hair, ignoring her urine-covered face, and pulled her head to his crotch: "But first, let your master have some pleasure, and I'll get you something nourishing!"

Aqi watched in disbelief as her noble and pure mother did this filthy thing, closing her eyes in shame. Cheng Jin stood there, stunned, a surge of intense warmth rising from his lower abdomen. He suddenly realized he was drenched in sweat.

Yang Xiangling pressed her face against Zhao Kunhua's crotch, gently licking his penis. For eight years, this penis had entered her vagina and anus countless times, but this was the first time it had entered her mouth. Yet Yang Xiangling showed no discomfort; her unusual calmness slightly puzzled Zhao Kunhua.

Suddenly, a muffled groan escaped her lips, and Yang Xiangling felt a pair of hands press against her buttocks. A hot penis, without warning, thrust into her vagina, penetrating all the way in. She let out a soft moan and continued to intently lick Zhao Kunhua's penis. She was prepared to be violated, so even the man's thrusting from behind was exceptionally vigorous, she remained unfazed.

Zhao Kunhua chuckled, saying, "Heh heh! So eager?"

This man was Cheng Jin; he could no longer restrain himself. The moment his penis entered his aunt's warm, tight vagina, his wildness erupted uncontrollably. He thrust into her flesh with all his might, feeling an unbearable pressure from the pent-up frustration within him, which he had to expel!

"My aunt's body is so beautiful..."

Cheng Jin bent down, vigorously kneading Yang Xiangling's breasts, which had just been bound and turned purple. The strange incestuous pleasure he felt with his sister last time was now being released in its most exhilarating way, and he felt his whole body brimming with energy. Just moments ago, facing the same beautiful body, he had hesitated, but now he found all his worries and obstacles had vanished without a trace. Yes, he was just a lustful demon; what reason did he have to care about those nonsensical worldly ethics?

Cheng Jin suddenly felt a sense of clarity; he realized that the troubles he had always tried to shake off had all been thrown to the winds.

"Why do I keep thinking about those inexplicable things? What's the use! You can do whoever you want; no one's stopping you."

He thoroughly enjoyed his aunt's body, a sly smile on his face.

Suddenly, a scream rang out, and Cheng Jin snapped back to reality. Zhao Kunhua was tightly gripping Yang Xiangling's head, yelling, "Let go! Let go!"

A few drops of blood dripped from Yang Xiangling's chin to the ground. Zhao Kunhua gritted his teeth in pain, beads of cold sweat forming on his forehead. "This bitch bit me! Pull her away!"

he screamed, calling for help.

Suddenly, everyone swarmed around, forcing Cheng Jin to stop his thrusting. But no one could remove Zhao Kunhua's penis from Yang Xiangling's mouth. Zhao Kunhua's screams grew louder, but Yang Xiangling, her eyes gleaming with ferocity, still used all her strength to bite down tightly on the thing invading her mouth. Cheng Jin inwardly groaned. After all, this was his aunt; he knew what would happen to her doing this, but he didn't know how to save her.

Although Yang Xiangling was exhausted after the torture, her last bit of strength seemed inexhaustible. Finally, her body collapsed to the ground with a thud, spitting out something from her blood-stained mouth! Her eyes regained their usual stubbornness, coldly staring at her severely wounded enemy, a victorious smile appearing on her face!

Zhao Kunhua convulsed in pain; his weapon, which had been used against countless women, had finally been bitten off alive by the woman he had most thoroughly humiliated!

"Rape this bitch to death! And that little chick too! Waaah..."

Zhao Kunhua roared hoarsely, his voice hoarse with pain.

Several men immediately pounced on Yang Xiangling, pulling her up, two penises penetrating her vagina from front to back, countless hands squeezing every part of her body. Yang Xiangling, blood still dripping from her mouth, seemed oblivious to all of this; that smile still lingered on her face. Her daughter's capture shattered her last hope of eight years, but she had finally dealt a heavy blow to her enemies. Her filthy body, ravaged for eight years, had no reason to continue existing! She suddenly chuckled.

"Little sister, don't blame me. They're using you to threaten me, but I won't give in. Because I know they'll never let any beautiful woman who falls into their hands go!"

Her sister's words from eight years ago still echoed in her ears. Yang Xiangling looked at her daughter with deep affection: "Don't blame your mother! I'd rather you die like this now than stay here and let them defile you..."

Cheng Jin watched helplessly as his aunt was brutally raped. Their mission was to rape her to death! Cheng Jin froze, Zhao Kunhua's bloodshot eyes sending chills down his spine. Over there, several men were quickly untying Aqi's ropes while tearing her clothes. Cheng Jin looked down at his aunt; her resolute gaze sent a chill down his spine.

Cheng Jin, feeling utterly helpless, shook his head and walked over to Aqi, saying, "Move aside a bit, I'll deflower this chick!"

It seemed his beautiful cousin was destined to be gang-raped today, so why let others take her precious virginity?

Since the deputy gang leader had spoken, the guys who thought they could be the first to act had no choice but to back down and stand aside. Watching this beauty being raped was a pleasant experience, especially since they'd get their turn later.

Aqi, her eyes red and swollen from crying, glared fiercely at Cheng Jin. Her clothes were torn to shreds. Cheng Jin gently stroked her face with one hand while easily removing her last bit of clothing with the other. "Don't blame me! You stupid girl, how could you be so foolish as to try and take on the Dragon God Gang alone! Did you know what the consequences would be if a beautiful woman offered herself up?"

Cheng Jin silently consoled himself, his hand gently moving towards her breasts.

Aqi's pressure points were sealed, rendering her immobile. Before her stood the lecherous thief who had repeatedly harassed her. "Please, kill me with your sword!"

she pleaded pitifully. She had seen everything clearly; the thought of being gang-raped to death sent chills down her spine.

Cheng Jin didn't answer. He held Aqi's jade-like breasts in his hands, gently kneading them. This beautiful body, which he had seen many times in his dreams, was now in his grasp. He had also vented his desires on Fang Yirong with even greater intensity. Rongnu? A smile bloomed on his face. He suddenly felt he understood why Zhao Kunhua had treated her mother and aunt so cruelly.

Cheng Jin stroked Aqi's breasts with one hand, while the other groped downwards, touching her pubic area. Aqi's body trembled slightly. Cheng Jin sighed softly, "Ayin, I haven't had enough fun yet. It would be such a waste to kill you with one sword like this!" He

scratched her light black pubic hair, pressing two fingers against her labia.

Aqi cried out, her cheeks flushed, and twisted her head. Cheng Jin's fingers probed her vulva, parted her legs, and brought his penis, which he hadn't had enough of playing with in her mother's vagina, to her. Aqi's pitiful appearance suddenly made him feel a little sorry for her, but the hot energy in his lower abdomen excited him even more.

His penis slowly penetrated her tight vagina, and Aqi broke out in a cold sweat. She felt waves of pain in her lower body; she was no longer pure and innocent. Waves of terror washed over her, and Aqi glanced at the pairs of lewd eyes staring at her body above her, then fainted.

Cheng Jin sighed softly, thinking that this was for the best. This little beauty was still his cousin; fainting would reduce a lot of pain, although it wouldn't be as satisfying to rape her. The head of his penis met a slight obstacle, and a slight smile flashed across Cheng Jin's face. He thrust his penis in forcefully, penetrating Aqi's vagina.

Aqi frowned, let out a soft groan, and did not wake up. Cheng Jin let out a comfortable sigh, gently kneading Aqi's breasts with both hands as his penis slowly thrust in and out. The dry, virgin flesh enveloped his penis tightly, the warm touch sending waves of pleasure through him, and Cheng Jin couldn't help but let out a soft "Ah."

Although the gang's doctor had already bandaged the wound, Zhao Kunhua was still screaming in pain, "Fuck her to death! Fuck this bitch to death!"

he shouted hatefully. Cheng Jin shook his head; it was unlikely he could persuade Zhao Kunhua to spare his aunt's life now.

"Gang leader, you should go back and rest for a while. I'll watch over things here,"

Cheng Jin tentatively suggested.

"Damn it! Ouch! Well... well, well!"

Cold sweat poured down Zhao Kunhua's forehead, and the excruciating pain in his lower body was almost unbearable. But when he saw the cold smile on Yang Xiangling's lips, he roared again, "Rape her to death! Rape her to death! I want to see how this bitch dies!"

Cheng Jin had no other choice but to sigh softly. His penis gradually stopped, and his hands groped Aqi's naked body. The more he looked at this jade-like body, the more he loved it. He wanted to enjoy it slowly to the fullest extent, and besides, he didn't want to hand over this beloved little beauty to them for gang rape so soon.

Wu Shantai sat beside the groaning Zhao Kunhua with a taut face, coldly watching everything. This bitch dared to be so bold, and he was also furious. Yang Xiangling's snow-white body was being relentlessly raped by his men. Her wide-open eyes gradually closed, and her body finally slumped down limply. Wu Shantai stepped forward to check on her and turned to Zhao Kunhua, saying, "She's passed out, but she's not dead yet!"

Zhao Kunhua snorted and shouted, "Wake her up! Keep going!"

The thought of his life's achievements being crippled by this bitch fueled his rage, and he roared again, "Kill her!"

A glance out of the corner of his eye revealed Qin Jing, who had been huddled in the corner for a long time, looking at him with a strange expression. Zhao Kunhua's long face instantly turned a deep purplish-red.

"This slut is laughing at me!"

A surge of anger overwhelmed Zhao Kunhua. The thought of never being able to enjoy his many beauties again made his head spin with rage. Suddenly, he screamed and fainted.

Cheng Jin's heart skipped a beat, and he hurriedly said, "Jingnu, quickly help the gang leader to Ayin's room to rest!"

Turning to Wu Shantai, he smiled and said, "Chief Wu, is that bitch dead yet? I haven't had enough of her yet, I really can't bear to see her die..."

Chapter 42, The Battle Between Heaven and Man

Wu Shantai said, "Not yet, but it's almost time. It's good enough that she has the strength to hold on until now."

Cheng Jin watched as Qin Jing and several gang members carried Zhao Kunhua out of the room. Ignoring the fact that his penis was not yet satisfied, he left Aqi's body and said to the people surrounding him, "Don't touch her yet, wait for me to come back."

He walked straight to his aunt's side and shouted, "Stop! Stop!"

while pulling away the people who were raping his aunt.

Wu Shantai said, "This..."

Cheng Jin smiled at him, "Chief Wu, I really can't bear to kill her. You know how much I want to have my way with her. If she's going to die, let me have my fill before she dies!"

Wu Shantai frowned and said, "Brother Cheng, I can't bear to either, but the Chief said..."

Cheng Jin patted his shoulder, "Leave it to me, I'll talk to the Chief."

Wu Shantai was stunned. He was indeed reluctant to part with this beauty, but disobeying the Chief was no joke. After a moment's thought, he still said, "But..."

Cheng Jin smiled and said, "Don't worry, if the Chief blames me, I'll take the blame. I'm the Vice Chief now, aren't I? Hmm?"

He glanced at Wu Shantai and bent down to check on Yang Xiangling, who was lying on the ground, barely alive.

"That's enough for today, everyone get out!"

He commanded, adopting the demeanor of a Vice Chief. The people in the room exchanged bewildered glances, all looking at Wu Shantai. Wu Shantai shook his head and said, "The gang leader isn't here. Listen to the vice gang leader."

He glanced at everyone and said, "No one is allowed to tell anyone about the gang leader's injury today!"

Without looking back, he walked out first.

The few people surrounding Aqi exchanged reluctant glances. The little beauty they were about to have taken away by Cheng Jin with just a few words. They cursed under their breath and left.

Cheng Jin breathed a sigh of relief. His aunt had finally escaped a calamity for the time being, but what would happen tomorrow was unpredictable. He could only try his best to persuade Zhao Kunhua. The two dazzlingly white bodies on the ground were still unconscious. Cheng Jin put on his clothes while calling over a few of the slower ones to help carry the mother and daughter out.

He wasn't actually very familiar with the Dragon God Gang's back hall area, but he couldn't stay in that stone house any longer.

Where was his aunt usually kept? This was a difficult question to ask. As the vice gang leader, it would be a loss of prestige if he didn't know. He immediately directed the men to carry both women to his sister's room.

Yan'er, upon seeing a group of people carrying in two naked women, jumped up from the bed, her heart pounding. Seeing Cheng Jin behind them, she calmed down and stood to the side with her hands at her

sides. Cheng Jin, seeing his sister draped in a thin veil, her figure barely concealed, couldn't help but smile slightly. After several gang members handcuffed Yang Xiangling and her daughter to chains against the wall, he waved them away.

"This is my aunt's daughter. She just broke in and killed A Yin..."

Cheng Jin briefly explained the situation to Yan'er. Seeing Yan'er's gaping mouth, Cheng Jin patted her shoulder and said, "My aunt seems to have suicidal thoughts. When she wakes up, talk to her and I'll have them get her some food."

Yan'er nodded, looking at Cheng Jin, seemingly wanting to say something.

Cheng Jin said, "I'm going to check on that old thief. He was furious and almost went crazy. Sigh! I don't know how to handle this."

He shook his head and went out.

The gang members stood waiting outside the door. Cheng Jin waved to them and said, "Stand here, don't let anyone in!"

He walked through the corridor and came to A Yin's room.

A Yin's body had been rolled up in a mat and placed on the floor. Zhao Kunhua lay on the bed, still unconscious. Qin Jing was kneeling beside the bed, attending to him. The doctor was sitting at the table writing a prescription. Cheng Jin glanced at the doctor and asked, "How is he?"

The doctor had been in the gang for a long time and was obviously very familiar with Zhao Kunhua. He said, "The gang leader lost too much blood. I've bandaged him up. With the gang leader's strong body, he'll be fine after a period of rest. It's just..."

Cheng Jin glanced at Qin Jing, understood, and said, "It's good that he's alright."

He turned and sat down in a chair.

"Old Zhao can't manage things. With my current position in the gang, it shouldn't be too difficult to rescue my aunt and sister."

This thought suddenly flashed through Cheng Jin's mind. He looked at the sleeping Zhao Kunhua, his mind racing, trying to figure out how to save him. But his mind was a jumbled mess, and after thinking for a long time, he couldn't make sense of it. He realized he had no intention of thinking about the problem at all. Cheng Jin scratched his head, not understanding why he was like this. He sighed softly, leaned back in his chair, and closed his eyes.

"If that old thief dies, I'll be the leader..."

A smile unconsciously appeared on Cheng Jin's face.

Suddenly, Zhao Kunhua snorted, and Cheng Jin was startled, jumping up. He saw Zhao Kunhua gently turn over, then cry out "Ouch!" and open his eyes. Cheng Jin rushed forward.

"Is that bitch dead?"

Zhao Kunhua asked, his eyes widening as soon as he saw Cheng Jin.

"No...no."

Cheng Jin quickly composed himself, cleared his throat, and said, "Leader, I haven't really had much fun with that bitch yet. It would be a waste to kill her. Could you..." He

glanced timidly at Zhao Kunhua.

Zhao Kunhua snorted and said, "Hmph! That bitch dares... dares..."

Cheng Jin hurriedly interrupted, "If we kill her right away, it'll be too easy on her. Judging from that bitch's appearance, she doesn't even want to live anymore. Why grant her wish?"

After much effort, he finally persuaded Zhao Kunhua to stop insisting on immediately raping and killing his aunt. Cheng Jin breathed a sigh of relief. But then Zhao Kunhua said, "Fine, I'll teach that bitch a lesson tomorrow!"

Cheng Jin grunted in agreement, secretly alarmed as he recalled Zhao Kunhua's methods of dealing with women: "I went to so much trouble to save my aunt's life, only to cause her even more suffering. Was it worth it?"

Before he could even ponder this question, Wu Shantai rushed in like a whirlwind, glanced at Cheng Jin, and panted, "Chief, you're awake?"

Zhao Kunhua groaned, "What's wrong? Why are you in such a hurry?"

Wu Shantai took another breath and said, "Something's happened to our branch in the city! Black Dog just came back from the city and said that all the brothers, including Chief Li, are missing. The gates are wide open, and it's a mess inside. We don't know what happened."

"Is that so?"

Zhao Kunhua glanced at Cheng Jin and said, "You were in the city this morning. What was it like then?" Cheng Jin was stunned.

He had rushed back to his old house that morning and hadn't even looked for the branch. He paused for a moment, then said, "I went straight to the Luo residence as soon as I entered the city this morning. I didn't go to see the brothers in the city. Could it be that Prefect Luo..."

Zhao Kunhua slammed his fist on the bed and cursed, "Damn it... Ouch!"

The movement aggravated his wound, causing another sharp pain.

Wu Shantai said, "I've already sent over a dozen brothers into the city to investigate. Let's see what happens when they return tomorrow morning."

Zhao Kunhua groaned and nodded, saying, "You two handle it..."

He then collapsed, closing his eyes.

Cheng Jin said, "Then, Chief, rest. We're here. Jingnu, serve the Chief well."

He nodded to Wu Shantai, and the two left the room.

Back in the main hall, Wu Shantai asked, "He didn't curse you, did he?"

Cheng Jin smiled and said, "No, no! The Chief agreed to spare her life for now."

Wu Shantai laughed heartily and said, "You're really something, the Chief spoils you!"

Cheng Jin chuckled.

Then Wu Shantai went on and on, speculating about what had happened in the city, while Cheng Jin simply listened with a smile. He didn't care much about the fate of those guys in the city. After listening for a while, he took his leave and returned to the back hall.

Walking down the long corridor, Cheng Jin wondered how he should phrase things when he saw his aunt. How would she react when she found out he was her nephew? Just then, he heard people whispering ahead: "The women the gang leader used to capture, he'd have his way with, and then they were ours. But this kid, he had his way with them and then hid them! Damn it!"

"Shh! Don't speak so loudly, he's the future gang leader!"

"So what if he is? Damn it, that girl is pretty, my dick's been ready for a good time for ages, and he just said one word and..."

Cheng Jin's face changed, he coughed, and strode forward. The two men's faces turned pale instantly, and they stood to the side with their hands at their sides. Cheng Jin pretended not to hear, waved his hand and said, "If there's nothing else, go outside."

He pushed open Yan'er's door and went inside.

Yang Xiangling and her daughter were already awake, and Yan'er was feeding them porridge. Upon seeing Cheng Jin, Yang Xiangling glanced at Yan'er, who nodded slightly. Yang Xiangling asked, "Are you Xiao Jin?"

Cheng Jin slowly nodded, avoiding his aunt's fiery gaze.

Yang Xiangling suddenly trembled, tears welling in her eyes, and said, "I know you did many things against your will, but just now you knew Qi'er was your cousin, yet you still… She's a pure and innocent virgin!" Cheng Jin

glanced at Qi, who shyly turned her face away. Cheng Jin said, "That's why I was so gentle. If I hadn't dragged it out for so long, Cousin Qi would have already been… you know… by many people."

As he spoke, looking at his aunt and daughter's naked bodies, Cheng Jin's penis, which hadn't ejaculated on them earlier, unconsciously began to move again.

Yan'er said anxiously, "Xiao Jin, how can you talk like that?"

Cheng Jin waved his hand and said, "That old thief Zhao won't be in a hurry to kill you anymore, Aunt. But... but I think he'll torture you even more in the future. You..."

Yang Xiangling said calmly, "I'm used to it. But, Xiao Jin, now that old thief is injured, you must be able to kill him!"

Cheng Jin was startled and shook his head, saying, "The guards are very tight now, there's no way."

Yan'er said anxiously, "Why? You're the deputy leader and his son-in-law, you're by his side all day, how could you not have a chance?" Cheng Jin

still shook his head, saying, "Impossible. The people below aren't very..." "Even if I could do it, I wouldn't be able to escape."

Thinking of the conversation between the two men outside, he felt a wave of despair and continued, "Even if I could escape, I wouldn't be able to come back. What will you do then?"

Yang Xiangling and Yan'er exchanged a glance and said, "Our bodies are already like this, it doesn't matter. But Qi'er... then you take her and escape first!"

Cheng Jin only made excuses that he couldn't assassinate her or escape, and when forced to the end, he could only say, "Besides, I already have news of Mother. If I act recklessly, I won't be able to save her."

Yang Xiangling was speechless now, thinking that saving her mother was indeed his top priority. She glanced at Aqi, her heart aching, and cried, "I've already been violated by so many men, and I never thought my daughter would be the same..." Cheng Jin quietly

put his arm around his sister's shoulder and sat on the bed. Hearing her cry like this, his heart softened a little. "If this happens, I won't be able to become the leader of the Dragon God Gang. I mustn't lose sight of the bigger picture for the sake of a small gain..."

Thinking of the many benefits of becoming the leader, Cheng Jin hardened his heart.

Yan'er trusted her brother and could only try to comfort her aunt, saying, "If there's a way, Xiao Jin will definitely do it..."

She reached out and touched Aqi's shoulder.

"Where's my Rong-jie? Where is Rong-jie?"

Aqi, who had been lying quietly, suddenly spoke up.

Cheng Jin was even more embarrassed now, and unable to deny it, he could only say, "She's with me. Don't worry, she's fine."

Aqi burst into tears again, "You...you said you did something to her last time? Did you?

Did you?" Last time he teased Aqi, saying that her Rong-jie was sticking her butt out waiting for him to penetrate her, but now he had to deny it: "That was just a joke, nothing like that happened!"

Aqi naturally refused to believe him and cried, "You lied to me, you lecherous thief! Rong-jie is in your hands, she must...she must...waaaah..."

Yang Xiangling asked, "Is she your aunt's Xiao Rong?"

Aqi nodded. Yang Xiangling glanced at Cheng Jin, shook her head, sighed softly, and secretly shed tears.

Cheng Jin leaned against his sister's chest, recalling his good relationship with the Dragon God Gang members: "Actually, if I kill that old thief Zhao, maybe I can find a way to keep them under my control..."

A thought flashed through his mind, but he didn't let himself dwell on it.

The thought was: "If I become the gang leader, I might not be able to legitimately sleep with my aunt and sister anymore..."

Chapter 43: The Vanguard of the Rear

A soft fragrance wafted from his sister's arms, and Cheng Jin's penis gradually hardened. He leaned down beside Aqi, gently stroking her face, and asked, "Qi-mei, what's your full name?"

"Lu Yingqi,"

Yang Xiangling replied coldly.

Cheng Jin said "Oh," and then added, "They won't let you go tomorrow. Can you handle it?"

Upon hearing this, both Yang Xiangling and Aqi couldn't help but cry again. Cheng Jin's hand slid down Aqi's shoulder and landed on her buttocks. He said, "They definitely won't let Qi-mei's backside go. Let me help you first, okay? It won't hurt so much tomorrow."

He pressed his fingers against Aqi's anus and gently rubbed it. Aqi cried out "Ah!" and her body trembled violently.

Yan'er cried out, "Xiao Jin, what did you say!"

Yang Xiangling shouted, "No! Let go of my daughter!"

Cheng Jin ignored her and chuckled, "I'm doing this for Qi-mei's own good... let me help you."

He spat some saliva on his fingers and continued rubbing Aqi's anus, while his other hand touched her chest and gently rubbed her breasts.

Aqi twisted her body slightly and cried out, "No..."

Yang Xiangling also shouted, "Let her go! You can't do this!"

Cheng Jin laughed and said, "Auntie, you know how much those guys play with women. If I don't do this first... how will Qi-mei be able to stand it tomorrow?"

Yang Xiangling knew that what he said was true, but she still couldn't accept it in her heart. She said, "But... it still won't do! She is your cousin. You can't treat her like this."

Cheng Jin said, "Don't worry, it's Qi Mei's first time anyway, it's better for me to do it than someone else!"

He twisted his finger and slowly squeezed it into Qi Mei's anus.

Qi Mei cried, "I don't want to, it hurts so much..."

Cheng Jin smiled and said, "Relax a little, you'll get used to it slowly. If you don't believe me, ask your mother and Sister Yan."

Yang Xiangling and Yan'er's faces flushed red.

Yan'er scolded, "How can you talk like that?"

Cheng Jin said, "Sister, I'm just helping out. If I make her more comfortable, it won't hurt so much."

Yan'er blushed, glanced at her aunt, and said awkwardly, "Isn't this a bit inappropriate?"

Seeing that things had come to this, Yang Xiangling simply closed her eyes.

Cheng Jin pulled Yan'er over and said, "Sister, lick her pussy."

Yan'er said shyly, "I...I don't want to!"

Cheng Jin smiled and whispered in her ear, "Then you lick my dick."

Yan'er let out a soft "Ah," and pinched Cheng Jin's face, "Don't talk nonsense!"

Cheng Jin chuckled, and his fingers slowly penetrated Aqi's anus, muttering, "It's not like I haven't tried it before..."

Aqi's hands were cuffed above her head, and she was lying on the ground with her buttocks raised. Cheng Jin's skilled hands rubbed her breasts, making them feel hot, and her anus felt a tingling sensation as it was penetrated. Aqi trembled with shame, biting her teeth to keep herself from crying out. Suddenly, something warm and moist pressed against her vulva, gently wriggling. Aqi cried out "Ah," her body trembled violently, and a surge of intense pleasure swept over her.

Cheng Jin pressed her body down, saying, "Don't move, Sister Yan will make you feel very comfortable."

Yan'er glared at Cheng Jin, her tongue gently rubbing against Aqi's labia, her teeth occasionally lightly touching her clitoris. Aqi gasped and groaned, a hot sensation spreading throughout her body, as if a warm current was slowly flowing in her vagina.

Cheng Jin laughed, "That's enough, Sister, go lick her nipples."

He moved his hand away from Aqi's breasts, and slowly inserted two fingers into her vagina. Aqi let out another "Ah," and her buttocks twisted slightly. Cheng Jin laughed, "Hehe, very wet!"

Cheng Jin quickly pulled down his pants, glanced at his aunt, and saw that she still had her eyes closed, seemingly oblivious to everything, but tears were streaming down her face. Cheng Jin shook his head, pressed his penis against Aqi's vagina, and slowly inserted it.

Aqi's moans grew louder, and Cheng Jin laughed, "Feeling good now?"

He thrust his penis fully into Aqi's vagina and began to pump gently.

Yan'er knelt beside him, her fingers moistened with saliva, gently rubbing Aqi's anus. Today, she had actually helped her brother rape her cousin, and he even seemed to think it was right. A strange feeling welled up inside her. Whether what she was doing was right or wrong, she no longer cared. If Xiao Jin thought it was right, then it must be right! He was her only hope now. She found her mind had become incredibly simple.

Cheng Jin easily penetrated Aqi's vagina, watching his sister with a grin. His sister's "clothes" were barely covering her body. Cheng Jin gently touched Yan'er's thigh with one hand, tracing the smooth skin upwards. Yan'er twisted slightly and whispered, "No! Don't do this!"

Cheng Jin didn't answer, his palm touching Yan'er's buttocks, a finger finding her anus and slowly penetrating it.

Yan'er hummed softly, glanced at her aunt, and seeing that her eyes were still closed, she stammered to Cheng Jin, "No!"

Cheng Jin laughed, "What are you afraid of? You should take care of Qi'er. You've rubbed her outside enough, now go in!"

With a forceful thrust, two knuckles entered Yan'er's anus.

Yan'er let out a soft moan, gritted her teeth, and straightened her slender middle finger, slowly rubbing it into Qi'er's anus.

Both of Qi'er's orifices were invaded, her mind was hazy, and the unprecedented, magical sensation made her body involuntarily twist. Cheng Jin smiled smugly at Yan'er, withdrew his fingers from his sister's anus, placed his hands on Qi'er's snow-white buttocks, and said, "Alright, let's begin."

Yan'er hummed softly, her fingers withdrew from Qi'er's anus, and as soon as Cheng Jin's penis left Qi'er's vagina, two fingers were inserted, thrusting in and out repeatedly.

Cheng Jin forcefully spread Aqi's buttocks apart with both hands, saying, "Qi-mei, relax a little, just bear with it, it'll be over soon."

He rubbed his penis against her anus, took a breath, and forcefully thrust it inside.

The huge penis stretched open her unexplored rear passage, and Aqi suddenly awoke from the pleasure of sex with a scream of pain: "Ah!" "It hurts so much..."

Yang Xiangling, standing nearby, also suddenly cried out, "Gently! Gently!"

Watching helplessly as her daughter's buttocks were being penetrated by her own nephew, a strange feeling welled up in her chest, and she didn't know how to release it.

Yan'er stroked Aqi's vulva with one hand and touched her breasts with the other. Cheng Jin's penis slowly penetrated deeper and deeper, and Aqi was in so much pain that she broke out in a cold sweat and screamed loudly.

Cheng Jin's penis was gripped tightly by the extremely narrow vaginal walls, a strange and pleasurable sensation surged through his brain, and a surge of excitement welled up inside him. Suddenly, he slapped Aqi's buttocks, and with a sudden thrust, his penis plunged all the way into Aqi's anus. Aqi screamed "Ah!" in agony, her body convulsing rapidly. Yang Xiangling watched with great heartache, crying out, "Be gentle!"

The thought of her daughter's body enduring even greater torture tomorrow caused her excruciating pain.

Cheng Jin took a breath, his penis ceasing its movement, remaining inside Aqi, feeling the peristalsis of her rectal mucosa. He said, "It won't hurt so much in a while, just bear with it. They won't go at it slowly like I did; that's when it really hurts!"

The thought of this beauty being shared with so many people tomorrow filled him with reluctance.

Aqi, already in unbearable pain, panicked upon hearing his words, groaning, "No..."

before fainting.

Yang Xiangling exclaimed, "What's wrong? What's wrong? I told you not to..."

Yan'er added, "She's already so scared, why scare her again!"

Cheng Jin looked innocent and said, "I didn't say anything wrong." He

reluctantly withdrew his penis, pointed to his erect penis, and asked Yan'er, "What should we do?"

Yan'er blushed, glared at him, and said, "Who cares about you?"

It was already dark, so Yan'er lit a lamp and found some clothes to cover Yang Xiangling and Aqi. Cheng Jin faced three stunning beauties, his penis already erect, but unable to fire. He thought it was inappropriate to be intimate with his sister in front of his aunt, but he couldn't bear to leave the house, so he slept fully clothed next to his sister, spending the night feeling restless. The next

day, a scene of debauchery unfolded in the main hall of the Dragon God Gang. Zhao Kunhua, whose gun had stopped firing, sat with a sullen face in his armchair, coldly watching his more than one hundred men gang rape the three beauties.

Cheng Jin, filled with remorse, forcefully raped Qin Jing. He hadn't expected that sending his aunt and daughter to his sister's room would drag his sister down with him. Faced with such a lewd scene, his lust was burning, but he didn't want to add to the suffering of his three relatives who were being tortured at this moment. So he vented all his lust and frustration on Qin Jing, who was serving Zhao Kunhua beside him.

Yang Xiangling naturally became Zhao Kunhua's primary target for venting his anger. One of her legs was hoisted high in the center of the hall, her body suspended upside down. Her hands were bound behind her back, and her upper body was being fondled by several gang members. Her legs, which could not close, were spread wide open, and two men were raping her from both ends. Yang Xiangling had lost count of how many men had done this; the continuous gang rape had left her in a semi-conscious state.

Her breasts were being kneaded beyond recognition, and one man was pinching and pulling her nipples together. Waves of pain shot through her body, but Yang Xiangling was barely conscious; she was just clenching her teeth and enduring the pain. Another man ejaculated into her ravaged vagina, while another erect penis quickly filled the void. At this moment, she had no time to care about her daughter, even though she knew that Aqi must be suffering even more now, after all, the little girl was still a virgin at this time yesterday.

Aqi wasn't hung up; her hands were simply bound. Although Zhao Kunhua hadn't ordered his men to attack her genitals and anus simultaneously, faced with such a stunning beauty, how could these lustful men, who knew nothing of tenderness, show any mercy? The poor girl's defilement was ultimately no less than her mother's, and she discovered that Cheng Jin's work on her anus the previous night was essentially useless.

As the fierce penis relentlessly thrust into her anus, the endless pain caused her to faint repeatedly. In fact, her vagina, which had only been deflowered the day before, was the most painful. Two penises had tried to penetrate simultaneously, but each could only go halfway before becoming immobile, so they reluctantly gave up. Even so, this attempt had slightly torn her vagina, and she completely lost consciousness from the intense pain.

Of course, Aqi's gang rape wouldn't be stopped because of her unconsciousness. Although most of the hundred-odd men in the crowded hall had already finished, many of them gathered again, ready for a second round.

Zhao Kunhua continued to watch coldly, his face dark and silent; no one knew what he was feeling. Cheng Jin simply ignored it all, focusing on changing positions on Qin Jing. He couldn't bear to join in, but he couldn't leave either; if his aunt and the others had problems, they would need his help!

Wu Shantai sat comfortably in his chair, enjoying Yan'er's gentle mouth servicing his penis. Because her mouth contained Wu Shantai's penis, Yan'er was able to temporarily change to a more comfortable position, no longer having to receive two penises violating her lower body simultaneously. Her breasts were being roughly kneaded by Wu Shantai, and her vulva was being slowly penetrated by a penis—Wu Shantai didn't allow the other person to penetrate too forcefully, lest it affect the quality of the service the sex slave provided.

"Why aren't they here yet? They said they'd be back by dawn..."

It was nearly noon, and none of the dozen or so men he'd sent into the city the night before had returned. Wu Shantai's mood worsened, and his attacks became increasingly brutal. Yan'er's snow-white breasts were now covered in claw marks.

Suddenly

, the man behind her increased the speed of his thrusts. With each violent impact, cannonballs of semen slammed against Yan'er's uterine wall, causing her body to tremble slightly. Before she could even calm herself, another sharp pain shot through her chest. Her breasts were suddenly and violently squeezed and ripped.

Yan'er screamed, as if her breasts had been torn off, and cold sweat broke out on her brow. But before she could scream a second time, the penis in her mouth ejaculated. Her throat, which was open to scream, was choked by the unexpected semen, and she coughed violently.

Wu Shantai snorted and forced her head down to his crotch.

Yan'er was now trapped, unable to move. The air she was about to cough out was blocked by Wu Shantai's penis, and semen continued to flow down her exposed throat and into her esophagus. Yan'er choked, suffering terribly, and flailed her limbs, unable to move an inch. When Wu Shantai finally withdrew his penis, satisfied, and slammed her body to the ground, Yan'er was gasping for breath, gurgling in her throat, unable to cough again for a long time.

Those waiting in line to gang rape didn't care about any of this; someone immediately pulled her down, and another penis was thrust into Yan'er's vagina. Yan'er let out a dry burp, her body shuddered, and suddenly she vomited violently.

The man raping her was startled and glanced at Zhao Kunhua. Zhao Kunhua coldly said, "Let her vomit. Whatever she vomits, we'll make her eat it all back later!"

The man, receiving the order, ignored Yan'er's vomiting, rubbing her back with both hands, and continued to ravage her vagina with his penis. Poor Yan'er was writhing in her own vomit as she was being raped, utterly wretched.

Cheng Jin, witnessing his sister's horrific state, felt a pang of sorrow and whispered to Zhao Kunhua, "It's filthy, why don't we let her wash up first..."

Zhao Kunhua scoffed, "That bitch, is she afraid of getting dirty too?"

He ignored Cheng Jin.

Helplessly, Cheng Jin sat watching everything unfold. All his lust had been vented on Qin Jing; now, all he could do was watch as his own sister, aunt, and cousin were gang-raped by a group of burly men.

Three or four hours passed. The three women were exhausted, their bodies covered in dried or slick white fluid, while the enthusiastic men continued their relentless assault on their lower orifices.

"If this continues, they'll be ruined,"

Cheng Jin said for the seventh time. Finally, exasperated, Zhao Kunhua waved his hand and said, "Alright, alright, you brat, you just can't bear to part with pretty women, you're spineless!"

He stood up, "I'm leaving this to you."

With the help of others, he walked back to the inner hall.

Yang Xiangling, her mother, and her niece had been ravaged for a day and were unconscious, covered in wounds. Especially Aqi, whose vagina and anus were torn, had been in excruciating pain for days, and having suffered such humiliation, she cried and suicidal all day long.

Yang Xiangling and Yan'er could only weep and offer gentle words of comfort.

Meanwhile, the Dragon God Gang had sent several groups of people into the city to investigate, but none of them returned, leaving no trace. Enraged, Wu Shantai personally led a dozen men into the city, swaggering around for most of the day, but still did not encounter any enemy.

Zhao Kunhua, already in a bad mood, became even more irritable and furious. He thought to himself, "I was a bandit, while Prefect Luo was an official. Officials were always in the open, and bandits in the shadows. Now, it's the other way around—bandits in the open, officials in the shadows." He knew the government was plotting against him, but he couldn't figure out what Luo was up to. His temper became even more volatile, much to Yang Xiangling's chagrin,

who was constantly being tortured. Cheng Jin was also helpless. His aunt and sister had been repeatedly raped, and he couldn't bear to do more to them. So, he indulged in Zhao Kunhua's collection of treasures every day. Fortunately, Zhao Kunhua's collection was vast, and every woman was stunningly beautiful, so the days weren't too boring, though he was deeply depressed.

After about twenty days, Cheng Jin, fearing for his aunt's safety, didn't leave the mountain. Although he often thought of the three Zhao sisters and Fang Yirong, he could only keep it to himself. Zhao Kunhua, on the other hand, was physically strong. After twenty days of recuperation, his wounds healed, and he returned to normal. Although the gang had encountered a formidable enemy, the enemy's situation was unclear, and Zhao Kunhua dared not act rashly. He simply remained inactive, no longer sending men into the city, observing the situation. However, he vented all his

pent-up anger on Yang Xiangling and the others. In the past few days, Cheng Jin had become increasingly restless. Recently, Zhao Kunhua had been acting like a madman, treating his aunt and sister with increasing cruelty. Not only did he have his men gang rape them day and night, but he also frequently whipped them himself. His aunt, sister, and Aqi were all covered in bruises. Yesterday, if Cheng Jin hadn't pleaded with him, his sister would have been beaten to death.

"Xiao Jin, you... you might as well just kill me... I can't take it anymore!"

Looking at his sister, who was being tortured and barely alive, groaning in agony, Cheng Jin could only weep silently.

Not long ago, Aqi was vibrant, lively, and adorable, but after the constant torment, she had become haggard. He hadn't touched his aunt or Aqi in all this time, yet these guys had already ruined them. Cheng Jin was seething with hatred, deeply regretting that he hadn't made the decisive move to kill Zhao Kunhua and establish himself. But now, the opportunity was gone, and time was of the essence.

"No, I must get rid of that old scoundrel Zhao as soon as possible!"

he resolved silently.

Doing it himself was out of the question; the odds were too slim and the risks too great. "Ideally… ideally…"

a thought flashed through his mind.

But Zhao Kunhua remained inactive. Not only were the branches in Suzhou City in disarray, but his branches in several surrounding prefectures and counties were also in trouble. Cheng Jin hoped Zhao Kunhua would fight with Prefect Luo, ideally resulting in mutual destruction, so that he wouldn't have to vent his energy on abusing his aunt and Aqi. Therefore, he strongly urged Zhao Kunhua to take action personally, but each time he was met with a barrage of insults.

Cheng Jin was anxious, and his words were inevitably too harsh, further arousing Zhao Kunhua's suspicion: "What do you mean? You want me to go personally? Go personally! Where to? How to fight? Are you hoping I'll die soon?

Huh!" Ever since Yang Xiangling bit off his manhood, Zhao Kunhua's temperament had become increasingly unreasonable, and in a fit of anger, he distanced himself from Cheng Jin. Cheng Jin was now even more anxious, restless and constantly racking his brains for a good plan.

"Perhaps, I still have an ace up my sleeve that can make that old thief Zhao restless..."

After pondering for several days, a thought suddenly flashed through Cheng Jin's mind.

Just as he was thinking, he heard that Wu Shantai's son, Wu Shi, had just brought someone up the mountain from the foot of the mountain, saying that the leader of the Taihu Gang, Li, had sent someone to visit. Cheng Jin hurriedly went to the hall. It turned out that the Taihu Gang had also recently suffered repeated attacks from the government, and its leader, Li Deng, was outnumbered and had sought help from their ally, the Dragon God Gang.

Zhao Kunhua said to the visitor, "Old Li is my brother. The Dragon God Gang and the Taihu Gang have been allied for seven or eight years now, so his affairs are my affairs. But as you know, the government is not to be trifled with. I think we need to discuss a strategy. I know Old Li can't come in person, and I'm not feeling well either. How about this, I'll send someone to Taihu to see Old Li, so he can explain to us how he wants our help! Ah Jin, go ahead."

Cheng Jin had been on edge ever since he heard that someone from the Taihu Gang had come. He was overjoyed to hear that Zhao Kunhua was sending him and loudly replied, "Yes!"

Zhao Kunhua said to the visitor, "This is Cheng Jin, the vice leader of my gang, and my son-in-law. He's going on my behalf, understand?"

The visitor immediately understood and smiled, "Vice Leader Cheng's arrival is like Leader Zhao's personal visit! I understand."

It was nearly dusk, so Zhao Kunhua invited the guest to stay the night and said he would take Vice Leader Cheng to Taihu the next day.

Entering the inner room, Zhao Kunhua sneered, "I know why you're so happy, but let me tell you, that bitch Ling is probably dead already. Don't mess things up! You're representing me this time... Sigh, besides you, I have no one to succeed me!"

Cheng Jin's heart skipped a beat, and he quickly agreed. Zhao Kunhua continued, "It seems the Taihu Gang doesn't know we're in trouble too. They thought they were just coming to ask us for help, but they didn't expect we'd need them to deal with the government. Be smart, take advantage of them whenever you can, understand?"

Cheng Jin naturally nodded and agreed to everything.

Leaving Zhao Kunhua's room, they bumped into Wu Shi. Upon seeing Cheng Jin, the young man winked and whispered, "Brother Cheng, I know you really want to sleep with that bitch Ling. I just asked that guy, and he said Ling is still alive and well in the Taihu Gang, just as beautiful as ever! Hehe!"

Cheng Jin was overjoyed, but coldly replied, "Really?"

Wu Shi scratched his head and said, "Hehe, I miss her too... my first woman... hehe, her breasts were big and white, her vagina was tender and tight, and she looked like a celestial being, not at all like someone who's almost forty—oh, I mean before, she's probably older now... well, just thinking about it makes my thing hard again!" Ignoring Cheng Jin's displeasure

, he continued, "How about taking me with you tomorrow? I've been playing with her sister and daughter these past few days, and the more I play with them, the more I miss her."

Cheng Jin snorted and said, "You tell the gang leader yourself, I have something to do down the mountain!"

Ignoring Wu Shi, he rode down the mountain on his horse, passing by the Zhao residence without going in, heading straight for the old house.

At that time, the sun had not yet set on the mountain, and the afterglow of the setting sun was scattered among the trees, with a few sparse glimmers of light casting shadows on the roof of the old house. When Cheng Jin rode up, he felt that everything around him was shrouded in a dim yellow light, and the lonely old house seemed to be hidden among the scattered sunlight and the lush shade of the trees. "I haven't been here for a month, and the mountain grass has grown so tall,"

Cheng Jin thought to himself.

Hu Zi was overjoyed to see Cheng Jin. "My little darling, where have you been hiding! I was so worried! The environment inside and outside the city has been so strange these days, I was so afraid something had happened to you!"

"Nothing, there's just trouble in the gang. How are things, are Ru Nu and the others still behaving?"

"Still the same! But, after getting that ring, Rong Nu is much more obedient. Although she's still disobedient, at least she doesn't curse or make a fuss."

Cheng Jin smiled slightly. Fang Yi Rong was still completely naked, her hands tied behind her back, the rope wrapped around her chest several times before hanging from the beam. One of her legs dangled down, while the other was tied to her knee and hoisted up, revealing what appeared to be something inserted into her vulva, making her look extremely lewd. Her eyes were swollen from crying, and when she saw Cheng Jin enter, she sobbed and lowered her head.

"Miss Fang, it's been so long! You've suffered these past few days,"

Cheng Jin called out loudly. Seeing Fang Yirong like this, Cheng Jin suddenly thought of his aunt, and his heart ached slightly. He couldn't help but mutter "strange." Looking around, he saw Zhao Shuangru and Zhao Shuangyao, the sisters, each wearing a tattered garment, squatting in two wooden cages.

Cheng Jin asked in surprise, "Where did these cages come from?"

Hu Zi chuckled, smiling but not answering.

Cheng Jin looked at Fang Yirong again and said, "Miss Fang, I have some bad news for you. Your sister Qi has been captured by Zhao Kunhua."

Fang Yirong's body trembled. She raised her head, glanced at Cheng Jin, and silently turned her face away, two clear streams slowly flowing from her eyes.

Cheng Jin's heart suddenly ached again, remembering Aqi's miserable state over the past month, and he sighed, "Hu Zi, put Miss Fang down."

Hu Zi looked at Cheng Jin suspiciously, but didn't say anything, and went over to untie Fang Yirong's bonds.

Cheng Jin continued, "Aqi, Lu Yingqi, aren't you your cousin? Do you know she's also my cousin?"

He gave a bitter smile, and seeing that Fang Yirong remained silent, he added, "Actually, you and I are family..." A

sudden surge of guilt welled up within him, and he slowly walked to a chair and sat down.

Fang Yirong stretched her aching arms and suddenly said, "But you're an accomplice! You... what do you want? I'm not afraid of you!"

She thought of herself, a perfectly good female knight-errant, who had been raped and humiliated by these two lecherous thieves for over a month, and even had this shameful mark placed on her genitals. At most, she'd be humiliated again, but that wasn't so bad; she was used to it anyway.

Cheng Jin sighed, "I... I... you wouldn't understand. Go now, I'll apologize to you another time. Tiger, find Miss Fang some clothes." Upon hearing that this lecherous thief actually wanted to let her go, Fang Yirong abruptly raised her head, momentarily speechless.

But Hu Zi protested loudly, "Release her? Young Master!"

He muttered in a low voice, "I've been serving her these past few days, she... she's partly responsible too..."

Cheng Jin shouted, "What did you say? Do you still consider me the young master?"

Hu Zi was taken aback, then jumped up and shouted, "Yes! Of course I do! Why wouldn't I? You're the young master! I'll listen to you! Release her, okay?"

He rushed to Fang Yirong's side, grabbed her, and forcefully pulled a small radish out of her vagina, then pulled out his own penis and thrust it into her vagina. Fang Yirong, tortured for days, was powerless to resist, expressionlessly enduring his abuse.

Cheng Jin watched coldly, and when Hu Zi, panting, climbed off Fang Yirong, he said, "Had enough?"

Hu Zi shouted, "Enough, enough!"

He pulled a set of clothes from the closet, along with Fang Yirong's original bundle and sword, and threw them all at her, cursing, "My young master has shown you mercy and let you go, you rotten bitch! Get out of here!"

Fang Yirong ignored him, took out her clothes from her bundle, put them on, picked up her sword, stood up, and stared at Cheng Jin.

Cheng Jin said, "I'm only letting you go because I'm out of my mind right now. Go quickly, or I'll regret it!"

Fang Yirong staggered past him, and at the door, she suddenly said, "I'll come back for revenge!"

Cheng Jin snorted and said, "I'll wait for you! But I hope you won't cause trouble before I get my own revenge!"

Hearing Fang Yirong reply "Okay," and watching her slender figure disappear through the door, Cheng Jin felt a pang of melancholy: "Was it right for me to let her go today?"

He felt he would regret it later, but he ultimately didn't chase after her.

"I hope you didn't act on impulse,"

Hu Zi suddenly said coldly.

Hu Zi was right; Cheng Jin had indeed acted on impulse. A long-accumulated sense of guilt surged forth, a sudden attack on his first descent from the mountain in a month, leaving him suddenly overwhelmed. He didn't refute Hu Zi's words; he decided to proceed with his plan for coming here tonight.

"Where's Qing'er? Where is she?"

Cheng Jin asked.

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