Capital Years

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The snow wasn't heavy.

The wind wasn't strong.

The weak wind stirred up the light snow.

It was a small city, but still quite populated, because the royal city lay a few hundred miles away. The Lunar New Year had
passed a few days prior, but the city's inhabitants were still immersed in

the joy of the celebrations.

Longyuan Restaurant, the largest restaurant in the city. A gust of wind blew, lifting a notice pasted on a pillar. The notice read, "
This restaurant is always recruiting chivalrous men and talented women, with a monthly salary of ten taels of silver." Everyone in the small town knew that although the restaurant was large, business was usually slow,
even during the New Year. Only a dozen or so people came to drink each day, and even fewer stayed overnight.

Out-of-towners often worried about the restaurant owner; with such a large restaurant and no business, how much money was he losing every day? Only Boss Miao
knew the truth.

Boss Miao is the richest man in the city. He usually lives in the capital and only comes to this restaurant for drinks on the last few days of each month. He doesn't seem to care
how much the restaurant pays him each day.

Today isn't the end of the month, but Boss Miao is already in the restaurant's only private room, holding a wine glass in one hand and leaning against the windowsill with the other, watching
the snow outside and the bustling crowd below.

The Longyuan Restaurant, which isn't usually very busy, is packed with people today. It seems that everyone is here to shout rather than to drink and eat.

In the kitchen, only one person is working, but at a very fast pace, with dishes constantly being brought out.

"Xiao Dong, add another order of braised fish," comes the voice of a waiter outside.

Xiao Dong continues working expressionlessly.

A woman, a not-so-pretty woman, walks in. She looks at Xiao Dong.

"This is the last dish." The woman takes out a handkerchief from her bosom, wipes her face, and then walks to Xiao Dong's side to wipe his face, even though there is no sweat on his
face .

The woman turned and closed the kitchen door, then knelt down in front of Xiao Dong. Her hands deftly and quickly pulled out his penis,
gently rubbing it a few times before taking it into her mouth and sucking hard, seemingly unconcerned about the slight taste on it.

Xiao Dong ignored the woman and continued with his work. There were six bags on the wall, each containing a different sized kitchen knife. He reached for a long, thin
knife and skillfully sliced open the fish.

The woman's hot breath escaped her nostrils, white vapor spreading across Xiao Dong's pubic hair. One hand moved between her legs, while
the other played with the two testicles of Xiao Dong's penis.

"Done!" This was the sentence Xiao Dong had uttered most often that day. Soon, a pair of hands reached in through a small window in the wall, and Xiao Dong handed over the cooked fish
.

The sounds of the diners gradually subsided; although the earlier shouting was gone, it was still quite noisy.

Xiao Dong stood there wiping his hands, then pulled up a chair and sat down. The woman obediently moved to another seat and continued her work. Xiao Dong
seemed to be enjoying the woman's service, turning his head to look at the snow outside the window.

Inside the private room, Boss Miao continued to admire the scenery. There were three other people in the room also looking at the snow outside, but these three were not idle; they were making
exaggerated movements as they devoured the food on their plates.

After the last dish of braised fish was served, even Boss Miao joined in. The four of them seemed to have not eaten for days, and in the blink of an eye, they had finished all the food on the table.

"The taste is indeed excellent. Boss Miao's taste is truly unique," a woman said, wiping the grease from the corner of her mouth.

"Hehe, it's rare that Madam Wang thinks so highly of you," Boss Miao said, stroking his beard.

"Good is good. This place is also quite nice, a balance of activity and tranquility," another man said, loosening his belt. This man had a fair face, but
it was frighteningly , like a white ghost.

"Brother Shen also thinks Brother Miao has good taste," a bald man said, taking a sip of tea. The fine Longjing tea swirled in his mouth a few times before he spat it
out.

Boss Miao smiled again, saying nothing, but took three envelopes from his pocket and handed one to each of the three men. A black flame was drawn on each envelope.

The three men, who had been chatting and laughing, instantly became serious and opened their respective letters.

"Do you all understand?" Boss Miao smiled and placed the letters on the table.

The three men exchanged glances and nodded, then placed their letters on the table. The letters, which had been intact just moments before, shattered into pieces upon touching the table
, scattering in the air like falling snow.

In the kitchen, Xiao Dong had already placed the woman on the table, a thick penis thrusting in and out of her vagina. The woman had a handkerchief in her mouth,
her breathing becoming increasingly heavy, her legs tightly wrapped around Xiao Dong's waist.

Xiao Dong propped himself up with one hand, while the other hand played with the woman's breasts. They were beautiful breasts, not large, but the white
orbs and pink nipples blended perfectly. Xiao Dong seemed afraid of ruining their beauty, so he didn't use too much force.

The air was filled with the aroma of food, the woman's body scent, and the fragrance of perfume.

After the meal, the once bustling restaurant had returned to its usual quiet.

The private room was empty; a gold ingot sat on the table. The waiter entered and swiftly pocketed the ingot before slowly
clearing away the leftovers.

In the kitchen, the woman was licking the white fluid off Xiao Dong's penis.

Xiao Dong remained seated by the window, gazing at a sedan chair in the distance.

Xiao Dong smiled.

"What are you laughing at?" the woman asked, wiping her mouth.

"I'll carry you to my home in a sedan chair like that," Xiao Dong said, pointing to the sedan chair in the distance.

"Hmph...too small," the woman said angrily, but her eyes were filled with joy.

Inside the sedan chair, Boss Miao was also very happy. He hummed a little tune, swaying his fat body. On his legs, a petite body was
swaying back and forth, because the penis inside his vagina was always unruly, getting hard only to soften again shortly after.

The sedan chair swayed, but the two porters seemed used to this, so they didn't get distracted and continued walking steadily, leaving only shallow
footprints in the snow.

Even in a big city, there are blind spots and places that people don't notice. The sedan chair had now reached such a place.

On a rooftop by the roadside, a sharp arrow was aimed at Boss Miao's sedan chair and then shot out silently.

Few people could see this silent arrow, and neither did the two porters. The arrow flew quickly and accurately, flying in precisely through a gap in the sedan curtain.

"Plop!" With a crisp sound, bloodstains appeared on the snow-white curtain, as beautiful as a peony. Everyone has their own weapon, regardless of their occupation. Old Wang was over fifty years old, and he also had his own weapon, but it wasn't for killing; it was for getting by—a broom . It had been snowing for

three days straight. Old Wang got up before dawn, ate a simple meal, and then picked up his weapon to start sweeping . It had started snowing a few days ago, and Old Wang had been sweeping every day, except for these three days. Old Wang had been working as a handyman at this house for three years, just as the owner had been there for three years. During that time, countless servants and maids had come and gone, but Old Wang was the only one who hadn't been replaced. The snow had stopped, but the sky was still overcast, and the snow on the ground was thick. Old Wang seemed to find it easy to sweep, quickly clearing a path from the back gate of the courtyard all the way to the main street—the path he had been sweeping for the past three years. Half an hour later, dawn slowly broke. Old Wang put down his broom and returned to his small hut. The hut was small, containing only a bed, a stove, a table, and a chair. Lying on the small bed was a woman. Looking at the woman on the bed, Old Wang's face showed excitement again. The events of last night were still vivid in his mind, and thinking of this, his penis hardened again. The woman wasn't particularly beautiful, but her skin was very fair. Because of her fair skin, even her not-so-pretty lips seemed to have an unusual sheen. Old Wang pulled down his pants, revealing a dark, erect penis. Old Wang didn't like to bathe, so his room always had an unpleasant smell, and his penis was no exception. The woman frowned; she knew what Old Wang was about to do. Old Wang pulled the woman close. Her vulva was already red and swollen, but Old Wang didn't care. His dark penis thrust in without any mercy. The woman winced in pain. She wanted to scream, but no sound came out, for her tongue had already been cut off. She couldn't resist, couldn't escape, for her hands and feet had been chopped off. She was now a toy to be played with. Old Wang, having such a toy, forgot to shovel snow. Old Wang's house was simple; the windows had no precious glass, just a simple sheet of paper pasted over them, and like Old Wang's penis, the paper had a hole in it. The woman's eyes were fixed on that hole, though she couldn't crawl out; the pain in her lower body had numbed her. Outside the window, a sharp arrow was already aimed at the person inside. Xiao Dong's feet were also a little numb. He carried a pot on his back, a rope tied around his waist with six bags of varying lengths attached to it. He had been walking in the snow for a long time, because he needed to reach the Miao family's residence in the capital before the Miao elder's funeral to cook vegetarian dishes the monks performing rituals and those attending the funeral. Although the journey from the small town to the capital wasn't far, it was still several hundred miles. Along the way, there were mountains, rivers, and forests. Xiao Dong had seen the mountains and the rivers; now, before him lay a forest. " Where do people come from?" someone had asked Xiao Dong this question. " People are forced into things," was Xiao Dong's answer. It seemed correct, but the price he paid for it was a slap in the face. The price of that slap was learning superb culinary skills. " Where do people come from?" This was a question without an answer, but people certainly couldn't come from trees. As Xiao Dong passed through the forest and reached its edge, a figure slowly crawled out of a tree trunk—a man in black. Xiao Dong continued on his way, unaware that someone would emerge from the tree behind him, a tree only about the size of a bowl. The man in black didn't touch the ground; slowly, like an owl, he silently flew towards Xiao Dong, holding a short, straight knife. The knife was less than a fly's leg away from Xiao Dong's head. The arrow aimed at Old Wang had already shot out silently, piercing through a small hole in the window paper. Old Wang was gone, and the woman on the bed without hands or feet had also vanished. Xiao Dong was also gone, disappearing into thin air in the snow. The man in black's knife missed its mark, and he naturally stood on the ground. He didn't move but searched around. He didn't move because he didn't have the courage. Xiao Dong was the first person to escape his blade so quickly. The arrow that Boss Miao couldn't dodge, Old Wang dodged. The archer entered Old Wang's house. The house wasn't large, and everything was laid out at a glance. He walked to the bedside, where only some scattered cinnabar remained. Three days after Boss Miao's death, the news had already spread throughout the martial arts world. Boss Miao was a prominent figure in both the legitimate and criminal worlds. He was the boss, the head of three hundred . Boss Miao's house was on a very quiet street, surrounded by nobles of the imperial court. During the funeral, people in official robes and carrying swords kept entering. The mourning hall was simply decorated, with only four people in charge of the rituals—four monks. They were chanting sutras, and everyone who came in to pay their respects with weapons was surprised to see these four monks, for they were the four great protectors of the Shaolin Pure Land School. Even more surprising, however, was seeing Miao Laoda's wife—a woman, a beautiful woman, so beautiful that one glance at her would cause temporary amnesia. Miao Laoda's wife's surname was Tian, and her identity was unknown. Rumors circulated that Miao Laoda's success was largely due to his wife. Miao could . Miao's wife knelt there quietly, her mourning attire making her appear like a fairy. Everyone who came to pay their respects to Miao Laoda invariably went to her to offer a few words of comfort. The four great protectors of the Pure Land School would glance at her occasionally between chants before continuing their recitations. A maidservant emerged from behind and whispered to Madam Miao, "Xiao Dong's dishes are ready." With those few words, Madam Miao nodded, a look inappropriate for a funeral appearing in her eyes, before following the maidservant to the back room. "The vegetarian dishes are ready for everyone. Please dine in the back." The funeral procession filed out, except for the four guardians, who remained seated. They wanted to leave , but couldn't move; they had been sitting there for several hours. Although their internal energy was profound, they were still mortals, and even mortals' legs would go numb after sitting for so long. Outside, it had started snowing again. In the Miao mansion, there was a five-story building, very tall. On the roof, four men in black were observing those below, each holding a fan with a black flame painted on it. Winter, a very cold winter; what were they doing holding fans in the cold? Only they themselves knew. After several days of light snow, it finally stopped today. The wind, though not very strong, continued to blow for several days, but people had grown accustomed to it.

Although windy, it was a sunny day. While Boss Miao's death was strange, what followed was even stranger.

First, on the seventh day after Boss Miao's death, the bodies of four men in black were found on a main street not far from the temple. None of them had any wounds, and even the most experienced coroner from
the Nine Cities Military Command couldn't determine the cause of death. The bodies disappeared after being left in the morgue overnight.

Second, a very pale-skinned woman was found hanging at the east gate of the capital. She was naked, attracting many onlookers. Most strangely, she had no hands,
feet, or tongue; she wasn't dead, just unconscious.

Third, in a small town several hundred miles from the capital, a restaurant called Longyuan reopened and was thriving.

Most people were focused on the second event, some on the first, and a few on the third.

In the back kitchen of Longyuan, Xiao Dong was still skillfully cooking. Beneath him, the woman, whose looks were average, was still savoring Xiao Dong's penis. It was just an ordinary
penis, but in the woman's mouth, it seemed like a delicacy. Her tongue licked it carefully, as if she wished it would stay in her mouth forever.

Business was booming, and Xiao Dong spent most of his time in the kitchen every day. The woman seemed to enjoy being there too; although she couldn't help, she
wouldn't .

Many people were eating and drinking, and most of them carried weapons. The waiters were used to it, and in their spare time, they would chat with customers
about the weapons . The reason they could chat with customers was that they only needed to serve food and didn't have to clean.

Old Wang was cleaning, still using his old broom to sweep tirelessly, cleaning the front and back of the house, even the outhouse was spotless. Customers couldn't
bear to dirty his work and would walk a little further to the outhouse next door to relieve themselves.

Just four people, four people running this restaurant. The restaurant's signature dish used to be fish, but now they've added winter melon and mutton soup.

Winter melon is diuretic, promotes blood circulation, and strengthens the kidneys; mutton, though gamey and nourishing, is also considered to have kidney-damaging properties. Combining these two seemingly incompatible ingredients requires exceptional skill, and Xiao Dong
happens to possess that skill.

It was a very dark night, already past midnight. The night watchman's most hated phrase was "so dark you couldn't see your hand in front of your face," because he was six-fingered.

In the main hall of Longyuan Restaurant, the waiter was settling the day's accounts with a woman. Xiao Dong and Lao Wang sat to the side. On the table were a plate of pickled cucumbers, a plate of salted peanuts,
a plate of oyster sauce lettuce, and a pot of rice wine. The food wasn't anything special, and the wine wasn't anything special either, but the two ate with relish, chatting and laughing.

The woman and the waiter also smiled; business was booming, and their income was quite considerable.

The door opened, and four people walked in—four men in black. Without a word, they sat down in the chairs.

The waiter immediately came over.

"We want the same dishes and drinks as them," one of them said, pointing to Xiao Dong and Lao Wang.

The waiter smiled and looked back at Xiao Dong.

Xiao Dong remained expressionless. Lao

Wang stood up and closed the door.

The waiter returned to the counter.

After exchanging only one sentence, the four men silently stared at the woman.

Lao Wang noticed that all four men's weapons were painted with a black flame.

Lao Wang picked up the wine jug and refilled Xiao Dong's cup.

The waiter noticed that the four men's postures had shifted slightly; two men's toes were pointing towards him and the woman, while the other two were facing Xiao Dong and Lao Wang.

The wind outside seemed to be getting stronger, blowing through the crack in the door and into the room.

The candlelight in the lobby swayed from side to side in the wind. In the instant the light suddenly dimmed, the four men in black moved, moving so fast that they were invisible.

The woman continued to organize the accounts, and Lao Wang and Xiao Dong continued their conversation, seemingly ignoring the four men's actions.

If three of the four men ignored it, the remaining one would make a move. No one knew why a waiter could be
so fast; the four men in black were only halfway through their actions when they were stopped by the same person.

Can a person be in two places at once? No one knew, but now, four waiters stood before the four men in black.

"He used..." one of them tried to say, hoping to warn the person watching them from outside, but it was too late. Suddenly, he couldn't hear
anything ; everything went black. He realized he was dead. This was what death felt like.

The four men died without feeling pain, still in their final postures, their weapons still drawn.

The waiters had already returned to the counter.

On the rooftop opposite the restaurant, a man held a bow with four arrows nocked. Just as he was about to fire to aid his companions in the restaurant, the four
men were already dead.

Fly! The man with the bow leaped from the rooftop like a bird. Although he had been trained to die alongside the enemy, his body no longer obeyed his brain
; his intuition told him to get as far away from the Dragon Garden Restaurant as possible.

There's always a difference between ideals and reality. While he was taking flight, others were faster than him.

He stopped, and before him appeared the waiter of the Dragon Garden Restaurant.

Attack! The word flashed through his mind. He had to attack, to gamble; perhaps there was still a chance. Not gambled meant death.

Nine arrows were on his bow. In an instant, he unleashed his ultimate technique:

Phoenix Dance in the Nine Heavens.

Nine arrows were fired in succession, aiming at nine acupoints on the waiter's body.

Previously, it had only been one arrow; Boss Miao hadn't dodged it, but Old Wang had. Now, the waiter had dodged it with unbelievable agility; no one could see it clearly.

As the nine arrows were fired, he pulled out a black pellet.

The waiter calmly avoided all nine arrows.

A muffled thud, a blinding flash of light, and the archer had vanished without a trace.

The waiter picked up the scattered bow from the ground, a strange look on his face, and then returned to the restaurant.

"Flying Demon!" Old Wang exclaimed, staring at the bow—the shortest sentence he'd uttered since arriving at Longyuan.

"It's not used in the Central Plains," the waiter said.

Xiao Dong remained silent.

"This is a weapon used by the Koga ninja of Japan," the woman suddenly said.

Old Wang glanced at Xiao Dong, who remained silent. After a long pause, he said, "It's time."

The waiter's face lit up with a strange light, as if he had been waiting for these words for a long time.

Old Wang's face showed indignation.

Xiao Dong remained calm. Behind him, on the wall, hung six bags of varying lengths; the contents of the bags seemed to have moved slightly.

"

Li Bai, a hundred poems after a jug of wine, sleeps in a tavern in Chang'an, the emperor summons him but he refuses to board the boat, proclaiming himself a wine immortal." Du Fu's poem perfectly captures Li Bai's essence.

Chang'an, Taibai Residence—there are many taverns in Chang'an called Taibai Residence, but this one seems particularly famous. The tavern's storefront isn't large, but it's well-known from afar.
The aroma of wine was so enticing that every tavern called Taibai Ju claimed to have been visited by Li Bai, though whether this was true is impossible to verify.

The owner of Taibai Ju was surnamed Ma, and because he was the fourth son

in his family, he was known as Master Ma the Fourth. Master Ma the Fourth was famous in the martial arts world for three things: brewing wine, women, and double-wielding guns.

Master Ma the Fourth's wine was incredibly fragrant, but he had a strange temper. He never brewed much wine; half of it
was the imperial palace, and the rest was sold in his own tavern. A jar of wine cost anywhere from ten taels of silver to one tael of gold, yet people still bought it.
Some said he added a drug from the Miao region that was addictive. As

for the women, besides Master Ma the Fourth, everyone at Taibai Ju was a woman, from waiters to accountants, even the latrine cleaners. This was a topic
of much discussion in the martial arts world, and many wondered how he managed to keep so many women at peace.

The nickname "Double-Gun Ma Si" seemed to have risen overnight. Rumor had it that Ma Si, wielding two guns, wiped out three bandit strongholds in a single night, leaving over 1,300 dead
with only two bloodstains on their bodies, nothing else. Moreover, during his retreat, he mistakenly wiped out a group escorting treasures for the imperial court. While
wiping out an ordinary group would be normal, this group consisted of many masters from Shaolin and Wudang, among others. Ma Si felt guilty for
accidentally , so he delivered the goods to their destination himself. The imperial court only cared about the result; as long as the goods arrived safely, they didn't care who the escorts were
. Thus, Ma Si became famous and received rewards.

Today, Master Ma Si seemed rather unhappy. Early this morning, he had his three wives all engaged in a frenzy of passion. The three women lay exhausted on the bed, but Master Ma Si's
two penises remained hard, his pent-up desire from the past few days still unfulfilled. So he went out and grabbed a maid, dragging her into his room.

Ma Si was born with extraordinary abilities, possessing two erect penises that he used to conquer the world of pleasure. It was said that Master Miao, the owner of the Longyuan Restaurant, once said that these two penises were the true "
Double-Gun Ma Si."

After being led into the room by Ma Si, the maidservant removed her clothes herself.

She wasn't particularly beautiful, but she had a great figure.

The sun had already risen. Ma Si sat in a chair, eyes closed, while a woman between his legs diligently swallowed one penis, her hand vigorously
stroking the other, even though her tongue was numb.

Ma Si's bedroom was on the top floor of Taibai Residence, high above the ground.

Ma Si often enjoyed sitting by the window, admiring the view while enjoying women.

Inside the room, the woman's mouth had left the penis, replaced by two thick labia.

One penis thrust in and out of the woman's vagina, while the other ravaged her anus.

The woman seemed to be enjoying it; after only a few strokes, fluid flowed from her vagina, running down Ma Si's penis and onto her drooping breasts.

Master Ma was very focused on his work; once he set his mind on something, he would do his best to achieve it, and nothing and no one could stop him. So even when a
man he didn't stop, his penis still thrusting in and out of her vagina.

The newcomer sat quietly on the windowsill, watching Master Ma's focused expression like a spectator, a mysterious smile on his face.

The woman felt a little uncomfortable and wanted to get off Master Ma, but the pleasure in her lower body prevented her from pulling his penis out.

Finally, Master Ma's two penises ejaculated the accumulated fluid one after the other, and then he gently patted the woman's buttocks.

The woman jumped off the bed like lightning, ran out without even grabbing her clothes, completely ignoring the milky white fluid flowing between her legs.

"Your taste has changed a lot," the newcomer said with a smile, his eyes glancing at Master Ma's two penises, which, although limp, were still quite long.

"Even the finest delicacies get boring if you eat them every day, and women are the same," Master Ma replied, his face remaining expressionless despite the intense activity.

"With two things like these, no woman could resist them, right?" the visitor asked. "Not all women like these things," Master Ma said, sitting
on the bed and wiping his two penises with a sheet.

"Any business in mind?" the visitor asked, tossing a letter that seemed to have eyes.

"I'm a businessman," Master Ma said, catching the letter.

The visitor produced a cup from somewhere and poured himself some tea.

Master Ma read the letter and smiled, just like when he successfully took over Taibai Residence. He smiled broadly.

Just as Master Ma's smile faded, the visitor disappeared from the room.

In a small town not far from Chang'an, there was a restaurant called Longyuan.

Master Ma personally delivered the wine early in the morning.

"Master Ma, why did you come in person?" the waiter rushed over. "Is Boss Dong here?" Master Ma asked, walking to the middle of the lobby and sitting down
.

"Please wait a moment, I'll go get him for you right away." Before the waiter finished speaking, he was already upstairs.

Master Ma frowned as he looked at the tea set on the table. He'd made an agreement with Master Miao six months ago that he could simply deliver the wine whenever he wanted. But he'd heard business here
had been slow. He wondered if it was his wine or Master Miao's methods that were wrong. However, since Xiao Dong took over, business here had steadily improved,
possibly even surpassing his own Taibaiju.

Master Ma took a sip of tea, and just as the cup left his lips, he saw Xiao Dong standing before him.

"Good wine," Xiao Dong said. "Good tea, good skills," Master Ma said, his heart pounding with nervousness. Xiao Dong's movements alone had reached a
level he himself couldn't match, and this was all done without him even noticing.

"This is our second meeting," Xiao Dong said succinctly. "The wine is expensive this time." Master Ma seemed unwilling to elaborate. "Thank you," Xiao Dong said, raising his hand.

The waiter and Old Wang were already outside carrying the wine.

Sweat beaded on Master Ma's forehead.

"I'd like to host a banquet for some friends in a few days, but I hope Mr. Dong can lend a hand." Master Ma changed the subject. "Of course," Xiao Dong said calmly.

"That's good." Master Ma finished speaking, stood up, cupped his hands in return, and watched Master Ma leave.

The sky, which had been bright and sunny just moments before, was now covered with dark clouds.

(V)

Night, a somewhat gloomy night, with a breeze.

The Longyuan Restaurant seemed very lonely at night.

Ma Si's lightness skill was definitely among the top ten in the martial arts world. After a few leaps, he stopped on a street next to the Longyuan Restaurant.

It seemed that Ma Si wasn't the only one interested in Longyuan.

Although he had only just arrived, Ma Si could already sense the presence of at least five people not far away.

Ma Si preferred to act alone. He didn't like being disturbed, nor did he like disturbing others. He knew that he probably wouldn't find anything interesting tonight
.

Ma Si leaped onto the roof, disappearing in a few bounds.

Around the corner, a waiter emerged, leading four dogs.

"You damn dogs, pooping everywhere! If I hadn't been ordered to do this, I would have stewed you all long ago," the waiter cursed.

Ma Si usually enjoyed practicing his light-body skills alone at night, much like Ye Gucheng used to dance under the moon. He thoroughly enjoyed it, but for
some reason, he felt a tightness in his chest today.

He returned home, but instead of calmly climbing the stairs as usual, he leaped up to the second floor. He didn't understand why he did this;
perhaps it was just a whim.

This was the residence of his most beloved concubine, whom he had visited just two days ago. He only came here four or five times a month to make love to her,
because he worried that his beloved concubine's body was too weak to withstand his thrusts.

A voice, an unusual voice—it was his concubine's voice, a mixture of pain and a hint of excitement.

Ma Si frowned, then walked to the window.

People always see what they don't want to see, and Ma Si was no exception.

His concubine had no name, because he had bought her from the brothel for two bushels of Japanese pearls. He had simply given her the name Shuangshuang (Double).
The reason was simple: everything about her, in pairs, was alluring – her breasts, buttocks, eyes, lips. Moreover, everything Shuangshuang bought, ate, and used
was always in pairs.

Today, Shuangshuang was no exception. She lay on a rocking bed, a special device Ma Si had installed to enhance the experience. It was

a large rocking bed, swaying back and forth like a swing, spacious enough for two or three people.

There were three people on it now.

Shuangshuang lay there naked, her beautiful, firm breasts enough to attract any lustful man.

Two men, two naked men, two naked men with thick, long penises.

The two men stood at either end of Shuangshuang's body, their penises moving in and out of her red lips and vagina with the rocking of the bed.

Saliva and vaginal fluid flowed from Shuangshuang's mouths like silver threads, beautiful and arousing under the lamplight.

Ma Si appeared calm, but his heart was in turmoil, and his two erections were even more restless.

Ma Si recognized the two men, but dared not offend them.

Ma Si sighed deeply.

The two men in the room seemed to hear him, but merely exchanged a smile.

"Master Ma, you're known for your 'double guns,' can't you satisfy your wife?" one of the men said with a laugh.

Shuangshuang spat out the erection in her mouth, then kissed the red glans.

"Two chopsticks are no match for a hammer." She then swallowed the erection again.

Ma Si clenched his fists tightly, his erections pushing his pants high.

Jiao Ni was a widow who had entered the Ma residence a few days ago to take care of Ma Si's wives.

Jiao Ni loved fruit, and the Ma residence had fresh fruit all year round, so she was naturally very happy.

Feeling unwell after eating a few apples, she got up in the middle of the night to relieve herself. On her way back to her room, someone stopped her, silencing her with
a pressure point technique —it was Ma Si.

Ma Si then used the pressure point technique on Jiao Ni to carry her upstairs.

The room was still filled with the sounds of passion, both women's cries louder than usual.

Ma Si, expressionless, pushed Jiao Ni against the stair railing, lifted her skirt, and pulled down her fur trousers.

Jiao Ni tried to scream but couldn't, as two penises instantly forced their way into her vagina and anus.

Perhaps because Jiao Ni had urinated earlier, Ma Si's thrusts were smooth.

Inside the room, a woman was struggling with two penises; outside, another woman was also struggling with two penises.

The woman inside was enjoying herself; the woman outside was enduring.

Ma Si's heart had already been crushed by Shuangshuang's words: "Chopsticks are no match for a hammer." Now, perhaps all he could think about was venting his frustration.

Although Jiao Ni was already married, her husband had died young, and she hadn't been ravaged by a penis for several years. She felt no pleasure from a man, only
waves of pain emanating from her lower body.

Ma Si's hand reached under Jiao Ni's clothes, forcefully kneading her soft flesh, which, while not as firm as Shuang Shuang's, was still incredibly pleasing to the touch.

Ma Si was only human, and everyone makes mistakes. Most men make mistakes in bed with women, or when they are extremely angry. Ma Si made mistakes
in both situations .

Two silver beams shot towards Ma Si and Jiao Ni. Although there were only two beams, they came from very strange angles, blocking all of Ma Si's escape routes.

Ma Si didn't resist because he realized there was no way to escape when he realized it, so he continued to thrust forcefully. "

No matter how you die, it's better to die from pleasure," was a saying Ma Si had once said.

But today, Ma Si seemed not to be allowed to die.

"Master Ma is truly a hero, remaining calm in the face of danger." A familiar voice came, it was Xiao Dong's voice.

Xiao Dong had appeared in the courtyard at some point, along with Old Wang, the waiter and the landlady, a table, and five chairs.

Three men stood beside Lao Wang and the waiter: Shuangshuang and two "Iron Hammers." Two swords lay quietly on the ground.

Ma Si stopped moving, pulling out two penises covered in white fluid.

Jiao Ni had already fainted.

Ma Si jumped down from the building.

"What should Master Ma do with these guys?" Xiao Dong asked with a smile.

Ma Si looked at Shuangshuang, his expression a mixture of confusion and tenderness.

But soon he saw Xiao Dong, whose face wore his usual smile, which Ma Si interpreted as mockery.

Ma Si felt a surge of murderous intent.

Xiao Dong glanced at the waiter and Lao Wang.

The two nodded.

Ma Si didn't see their movements clearly; it seemed they had only moved their fingers, but Shuangshuang and the two men were already on the ground.

The five sat down. On the table was a pot of wine—a vintage Fenjiu—over a year old, a plate of salted peanuts, a plate of oyster sauce lettuce, and a large bowl of
winter melon and mutton.

The capital city, under the emperor's feet.

These past few days, several topics have been the talk of the town in teahouses and restaurants. One is that Shuangqiang Ma Si has transferred all his businesses to a young man,
and the other is that Madam Wang has remarried.

Madam Wang is one of the few in the martial arts world who can keep pace with Boss Miao. Those who have met her say she is both beautiful and knows how to enjoy life.

Zuihua Manor, the largest embroidery shop in the capital, is one of Madam Wang's many businesses. This morning, Madam Wang arrived early at a large
house .

Two men were already waiting for her: one was bald, and the other was a fat man with a face as white as the White Impermanence.

"Third Brother, Baldy." Madam Wang sat down as soon as she entered and poured herself a glass of water.

"The cause of Miao's death has been found." Madam Wang said again.

"We don't care about the cause of death, do you know who did it?" The fat man asked with a gloomy face.

"Miao only had one wound, on his genitals." Madam Wang ignored the fat man and continued.

"He wasn't shot by an arrow?" The bald man seemed interested.

"Don't you know Miao's martial arts skills? There are no three people in the martial arts world who can compare to him in his ability to catch hidden weapons." As she spoke, Madam Wang
took off the hairpin from her hair, letting her black hair fall loose, and then she began to take off her clothes.

"What about the woman who was with Miao?" The fat man ignored her actions.

"She was shot by an arrow." Madam Wang had already taken off all her clothes while speaking, and except for a little bit of fat on her lower abdomen, the rest of her body was in perfect condition for a
beauty .

"Miao is gone, but we still have to continue." Madam Wang said as she walked up to the bald man.

"Sigh!" The bald man sighed and then took out his penis.

Madam Wang spread her buttocks apart, trying to widen her anus, and then sat down forcefully.

The bald man's penis slid in, and the lack of any preparation made him wince in pain.

"What's going on with that cook?" Fatty Bai drank his tea, still ignoring their actions. "

I don't know, I heard that Boss Miao's wife transferred that shabby restaurant to him." Madam Wang was a little out of breath.

"But lately, my men have said that many martial arts figures have been going in and out of the restaurant every day, even Double-Gun Ma Si has become a regular there, going
every ." Fatty Bai said.

"My men also said that someone saw Ye Xiaoxi, the Sword of the Fallen City, and Bai Changchun, the leader of the White Lotus Sect, in the restaurant." "The bald man said that his penis kept entering
Madam Wang's anus, but he didn't seem to feel any pleasure.

" "Send a few experts over." Fatty Bai hadn't finished speaking when he disappeared.

"You can get down now, he's gone." The bald man said to Madam Wang.

"What? Are you not feeling well either?" Madam Wang asked with a smile.

The bald man suddenly reached for their joined bodies. "How can I be comfortable with a man?" he said. In his hand, he grasped a penis—a
penis that had been attached to Madam Wang's body, and it was still hot.

[The End]

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