quick-witted womanizer

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Cheng Jin suddenly remembered that he had invited someone over that evening to boast about how he had raped his mother and aunt, and he couldn't help but laugh and cry. Thinking of his sister, he asked, "I heard that woman has a daughter..." Wu Shantai chimed in, "Yes, yes, that girl is so pretty and delicate, with fair skin and a rosy glow. She's really cute, I think she might even be a little prettier than her mother. This girl is quite the 'treasure,' hehe! I've slept with all three of Ling the bitch's 'treasures,' including her sister and daughter. I wonder what kind of bitch Ling the bitch's mother was, that she could give birth to such a woman, hahaha!"
Cheng Jin felt a surge of resentment when he heard her bring up his grandmother again. Without showing any emotion, he asked, "So what about that girl now?" Wu Shantai scratched his head and said with a wry smile, "I don't know. I've only been with that girl two or three times. She cried nonstop while I was raping her, but she wasn't as tough as her mother. Maybe she became obedient soon, because Brother Kun rarely let us gang rape her anymore. He only used her a few times to intimidate Ling the bitch, and then I haven't heard from her since. Either Brother Kun is hiding her, or he gave her away, or she's dead. Who knows? Brother Kun himself doesn't say, so who dares to ask him? But if you..." "Try the taste of that famous cunt. You still have a chance with that little bitch Ling. Although she's a bit old, her taste is no worse than a young girl's... Haha!"
Cheng Jin said with a bitter smile, "Yes, yes. It's a pity that bitch Ling... um, she's gone. You're exaggerating so much, I'm only half convinced."
Wu Shantai laughed, "Absolutely true! Let me tell you more. That bitch Ling's cunt was truly top-notch!
Back then, Old Zhang, who guarded the gate of the Zhao family, I think he was at least seventy-five, if not eighty. When he heard everyone in the gang talking about that famous cunt..." "How amazing!" he thought, rushing over immediately. At that time, we had just finished off Ling the bitch, dozens of us taking turns raping her until she was half-dead, unable to even scream. But when Brother Kun saw this old man arrive, he probably wanted to humiliate Ling the bitch again… Hmm, Brother Kun had suffered greatly at Ling the bitch's hands before, and he used every method imaginable to deal with her. I was terrified watching it, but Ling the bitch actually endured it. Tsk tsk, truly remarkable… Brother Kun then brought Ling the bitch out for Old Man Zhang to have his way with. Hehe, at that time I was… Beside him, Old Zhang, upon seeing Ling the bitch's naked bottom, licked his lips as if he hadn't seen a woman in three lifetimes—how ridiculous! He undressed incredibly fast, muttering that his penis hadn't been erect for fifteen years, though it actually was. He pounced on Ling the bitch, his filthy hands immediately grabbing her breasts… Ling the bitch's breasts were truly large, white, and firm—a rare find indeed, tsk tsk… His fingers even dug into Ling the bitch's vagina; who knew he had some skill with women.”
"When that bitch Ling was carried out, she was half-conscious, but after Old Zhang played with her, she woke up. I saw her eyes were wide open, she wanted to scream but couldn't make a sound, and she wanted to move but had no strength. The hairs on her body stood on end, and there were goosebumps the size of soybeans on her skin. I'm not lying to you, I was standing right there and saw it all clearly. I've only ever seen her afraid this once, and this time she seemed even more afraid than when we were sharing rice, hehe! Our Brother Kun was laughing his head off. As soon as Old Zhang's old cock entered her cunt, her body trembled uncontrollably." At first, we didn't know what was going on, but after a while, Old Zhang suddenly collapsed to the ground, dead. Ling's cunt was overflowing with semen, it gushed out, soaking a large patch of the ground. Heh heh, Old Zhang released all fifteen years' worth of fluids at once. Have you ever seen what it's like to die from exhaustion? I have! Haha…”
Cheng Jin hadn't expected his mother's suffering to be far beyond his imagination. His teeth clenched so tightly they cracked, and his hand suddenly slammed heavily on the table, making a crisp sound as the wine glass in his hand shattered into pieces.
Wu Shantai asked in astonishment, “What's wrong?” Cheng Jin quickly covered up, saying, “I… I couldn't help myself. That Ling… cough cough, is it really that pleasurable? I really regret being born so late…” Blood streamed from his palm, but Cheng Jin thought a minor injury was nothing, and didn't care. Although he had gathered some information, he felt even more distressed.
Seeing that Cheng Jin was alright after bandaging his wound, Wu Shantai started talking about how he had humiliated Yang Xiaoling back then. Cheng Jin wanted to stop him but couldn't, so he could only keep urging him to drink, hoping Wu Shantai would get drunk quickly and end things smoothly.
Unfortunately, Wu Shantai had a high alcohol tolerance, and as the alcohol took effect, his face turned red, and he became more talkative. He patted Cheng Jin's shoulder and said, "I've really never seen such a tough woman... uh... that time Brother Kun spread Ling's legs and hung her upside down, filling her cunt and anus with salt water until it overflowed. Sigh, Ling's cunt was already bleeding from being fucked, and now she'd really suffer. Brother Kun didn't show her any mercy... then we dragged Little Ling and that little girl to her, and a dozen of us went at her together. Hehe, Little Ling's cunt had two dicks inserted, and her anus also..." One rule was to keep quiet... Uh... I was pounding her pussy with Ah Mao right next to me, damn it, several men pressed tightly together, it was hard to get deep inside... Although it wasn't as satisfying as fucking her myself, a dozen of us still came at least once every hour, haha... Uh... The little girl started crying loudly, then her mouth was stuffed with dicks, and she was making 'woo-woo' noises, it sounded so nice. That idiot Xiao Liu also wanted Ling the bitch to give him a blowjob, haha! He got bitten and became a eunuch."
"That bitch Ling kept cursing, and Brother Kun didn't even gag her, just let her curse until her throat was hoarse... Uh... Sigh, what's the point? Ling's voice is actually quite nice, but she just won't let out a few moans, she only knows how to curse. I went to fuck that little girl's pussy again... Uh... I think her name is Yan something, Ling called her Yan'er. Ling's ass was filled with salt water, and after a while she pooped, hahaha! It sprayed straight up to the sky, so high! Hehe, so much fun... We later let Ling down, and the three women raped her together, from noon to night. Some of them couldn't take it anymore, so we replaced them with another group. I had such a great pussy to fuck, I didn't want to stop... Uh... I slept for a whole day the next day! Hehe, such a good woman, even if it means sacrificing a few years of my life, I'd still go all out, Brother Cheng, don't you think?"
Cheng Jin's face was ashen, and he forced a smile and said, "Of course, of course, I would have done it too." He cursed himself for being shameless. Seeing that Wu Shantai was already drunk and dazed, still muttering, "That's right, I have to do it. I went to fuck that bitch Ling again, then I went to fuck her sister, then... uh... I kept fucking... fucking... fucking..." he mumbled incessantly before finally falling into a deep sleep.
Cheng Jin thought that if this was the case, his mother was almost certainly dead, his sister's fate was unknown, but his aunt was still suffering in the hands of that old scoundrel Zhao. So every day, he would go to Zhao Kunhua's side whenever he had a chance, hoping that he would let slip some information. But Zhao Shuangru had only been missing for a short time, and the Dragon God Gang had been searching for her every day without any success. Zhao Kunhua was always with his gang members and never mentioned women. Occasionally, the two of them would be alone, but Cheng Jin didn't see Zhao Kunhua express anything. He couldn't show any impatience in front of him, and he was afraid of arousing his suspicion. He had no good opportunity, but dared not ask. He was burning with anxiety, but Shuangru and Shuangling were suffering.
Zhao Shuangling noticed that her husband, who had become slightly gentler, had recently become violent again. It seemed that the more she suffered, the happier he was. Every time they made love, he would twist her body until it was covered in bruises. He would often insert strange objects into her two vaginal openings while he was violating one, and then insert one or two objects of various shapes and sizes into the other, causing her excruciating pain. Even Yun'er, who was nearby, suffered along with him.
Zhao Shuangru suffered even worse. Cheng Jin didn't bother with any semblance of restraint towards her, relentlessly abusing her. He also obtained a batch of strange objects from who-knows-where and used all sorts of terrible methods on her. Zhao Shuangru could only cry out in agony, but she had no choice but to endure it all with tears in her eyes. Cheng Jin even said that her screams were the most beautiful thing to hear. Once, Cheng Jin practiced the methods Zhao Kunhua used on his mother, hanging Zhao Shuangru upside down and pouring salt water into her two orifices. He then forced her to suck his penis while he shoved it down her throat, nearly choking the already half-dead Zhao Shuangru to death.
One day, Cheng Jin, bored out of his mind, decided to go to the old house to play with Zhao Shuangru again. As soon as he stepped into Donglin, he noticed someone following him. Turning around, he saw a woman in red carrying a long sword, hurrying along, walking not far behind him. The woman was around twenty years old, with beautiful features, a round nose, and a small, cherry-like mouth that seemed about to open but wasn't quite there, captivating the heart. Her phoenix eyes glanced at Cheng Jin, then looked away, exuding an indescribable charm.
Cheng Jin was greatly surprised. Donglin was not a major thoroughfare, with very few pedestrians, and with thieves lurking nearby, women were even rarer. Such a stunning beauty suddenly appeared out of nowhere. Judging from the long sword she carries, she must be skilled in martial arts. I wonder if she is friend or foe.
The woman was so beautiful it was breathtaking. Cheng Jin suddenly felt a tingling sensation in his lower abdomen, his heart pounding. However, he didn't know her background and feared complications that might jeopardize his revenge. He gritted his teeth, forcibly suppressing a surge of lust.
Just as he hesitated, the woman in red approached him, a faint, sweet fragrance wafting over him. Cheng Jin's heart stirred, and he moved closer, about to strike up a conversation…
Suddenly, a flash of cold light appeared, and the woman in red abruptly drew her longsword, slashing at Cheng Jin with lightning speed. Caught off guard, Cheng Jin dodged to the side in shock, a sharp pain shooting through his right arm as the sword sliced off a patch of flesh. Even with his exceptional speed, Cheng Jin managed to avoid a fatal blow, but his right arm was bleeding profusely and he couldn't lift it.
Cheng Jin cried out, "Miss… what are you doing!" He hastily used his left hand to wield the sword, enduring the excruciating pain, and barely managed to fight back.
Unfortunately, his left-handed swordsmanship was not proficient, and his right arm was in severe pain, rendering him unable to help. Meanwhile, the woman in red possessed exceptional swordsmanship, her swordsmanship swift and fierce, relentlessly pressing forward. Cheng Jin was overwhelmed and his defeat was becoming increasingly apparent. After
barely managing to resist for twenty or thirty moves, Cheng Jin suddenly realized that the woman's swordsmanship looked familiar. A chill ran down his spine, and he cried out, "You…you're that masked man!" The woman in red sneered, "You treacherous villain, you have good eyesight!" That night, the masked man had struck him seven or eight times with a swift sword, his moves exactly the same as this woman in red. Cheng Jin felt a chill run down his spine, knowing that if he couldn't defeat her, his life would be in danger.
He gritted his teeth and forced himself to hold on. The woman in red gained the upper hand, and seeing Cheng Jin gradually losing ground and retreating step by step, she suddenly cried out and fell to the ground, rolling around. The woman in red was startled, not understanding what he was up to, and stopped her sword, staring intently. Cheng Jin's longsword lay at his feet, he groaned repeatedly, clutching his chest and rolling on the ground in agony, clearly enduring immense pain.
Seeing him powerless to resist, the woman in red pointed her sword at him and approached step by step, sneering, "You've finally met your match!" She thought it convenient that he was having an attack, saving her a lot of trouble. With a slight flick of her wrist, she was about to kill this frivolous and impudent Dragon God Gang traitor.
Suddenly, Cheng Jin hissed, "I don't want to die at the hands of a nobody. What is your name, miss?" The woman in red coldly replied, "My name is Fang Yirong. Go cry to the King of Hell!" She took a step closer, smiled slightly, and thrust her sword towards Cheng Jin's chest.
A "clang" rang out, and Fang Yirong felt her sword being pulled away by a force. She lost her grip, and the sword swung away. Immediately afterward, a sharp pain shot through her left knee, and she lost her balance, collapsing to the ground. Just as she was about to leap up, a weight pressed down on her waist, and she was pinned beneath him.
Facing the ground, Fang Yirong was unaware of the situation above. In a panic, she swung her longsword backward. But before her arm could fully extend, her wrist was gripped tightly and squeezed violently. In excruciating pain, the sword slipped from her grasp, and her arm was twisted behind her back. She heard Cheng Jin laughing heartily.
It turned out that Cheng Jin, seeing he was outmatched, had resorted to trickery. Although he was rolling around on the ground, appearing disheveled, his left hand had remained within three inches of his longsword, ready to leap up and fight again at any moment. Taking advantage of the moment Fang Yirong's sword was about to strike, he used all his strength to sweep his own sword upward. Surprisingly, Fang Yirong managed to
keep her sword in her hand even after the two swords clashed, much to his surprise. His subsequent kick followed by a leap and pounce was a carefully planned follow-up move, and it worked perfectly. Cheng Jin, his scheme successful, was extremely pleased with himself, twisting Fang Yirong's hands behind her back. Fang Yirong struggled fiercely, displaying considerable strength. Although Cheng Jin was injured, his life was at stake, and fearing that she would escape and he would be in danger, he used all his strength to hold her down. He was stronger than the woman to begin with, and being on top of her gave
him a significant advantage. He finally managed to grab her hands tightly, pinning them to his feet, and broke her belt, binding her behind her back. Fang Yirong cursed loudly, but Cheng Jin, used to such insults, didn't care. Seeing that Fang Yirong couldn't break free, he bandaged his own arm wound, turned her around, and slapped her across the face several times, retorting, "You filthy bitch, you want to kill me? Dream on! I'll teach you a lesson you won't forget!"
Fang Yirong's cheeks were red from the slaps, blood dripping from the corner of her mouth, but her phoenix eyes glared coldly at Cheng Jin, as if spitting fire. Cheng Jin let out a triumphant laugh, ignoring Fang Yirong's continued struggles and kicks, and hoisted her onto his shoulder, heading towards the old house.
The old house was empty; presumably, Hu Zi had gone to buy supplies. Opening the cabinet, he saw Zhao Shuangru, naked and tightly bound, fast asleep. Knowing nothing had happened, he was relieved. He immediately woke Zhao Shuangru and dragged her out.
Fang Yirong threw her to the ground and noticed several iron bars and chains strung across the room, their purpose unknown. She then saw Zhao Shuangru, naked and bound, being dragged out; her snow-white flesh was covered in bruises and red marks, suggesting she too had been abducted by this lecherous thief. Suddenly, she noticed some newly grown pubic hair roots near Zhao Shuangru's sparse pubic hair. Fang Yirong's face flushed crimson, and she turned her head away.
Cheng Jin released Zhao Shuangru from her bonds. Zhao Shuangru immediately curled up in a ball, hugging her knees, and squatted in the corner, looking timidly at Fang Yirong. Cheng Jin laughed and said, "Ru Nu, you've got a new partner." He grabbed Fang Yirong's hair and said, "Is this Miss Fang Yirong? This is Ru Nu, who specializes in being used by men. From now on, you'll be called Rong Nu, okay?"
Fang Yirong was both shocked and angry, and cursed, "You...you're dreaming! If you have the guts, just kill me already, you dog!" Thinking of her momentary carelessness, falling into the hands of this lecherous thief, she almost burst into tears. But she refused to admit defeat in front of Cheng Jin, and tried to hold back her tears,
though her eyes were already red. It turned out that she and A Qi had been taken advantage of twice when they went to the Zhao residence, and knew that forcing their way in wouldn't work. So they simply dropped their disguise and scoured the area every few days, waiting for an opportunity. Seeing Cheng Jin go out alone that day, Fang Yirong didn't bother to call her companions and followed him alone, thinking that even if she couldn't defeat him, she could escape with her light-footed skills. However, although she successfully launched a sneak attack, she fell into a trap and was captured.
Cheng Jin laughed, "Rongnu, you're quite stubborn!" He lifted Fang Yirong up and put the straps binding her hands behind her back onto a hook hanging down in the room, forcing her face down, legs dangling, her body bent at a right angle. Since capturing Zhao Shuangru, he had gradually moved in many things, turning this place into a torture chamber, with all sorts of tools and facilities readily available.
Fang Yirong cursed incessantly, thinking about how this lecherous thief would humiliate her, feeling both ashamed and anxious, her cheeks flushed pink.
[The End]

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