[Urban] Turbulent Times and Love (Complete) - 25-27

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Chapter Six: Double Trouble

In the bustling downtown area of Hu Ke City, there were many small inns for merchants and travelers to rest. Near the open-air tavern, there was one. Upstairs in a superior room, a set of women's clothes was being dried by the fireplace.

On the other side of the room, Marlan, her hair still damp, sat on the edge of the bed, wrapped only in a thin blanket. Whether it was because the girl was tall or the blanket was too small, even though it was wrapped around her from almost halfway up her chest, the hem barely covered her bottom.

Her head was slightly lowered, her hands fidgeting nervously with the edge of the blanket. Her large blue eyes flickered with conflicting emotions, as if she were struggling with a difficult decision.

The door opened, and Zi Teng, still wearing wet clothes, entered. He hurriedly closed the door and placed a set of women's clothes on the bedside. "I didn't know your exact size, so I bought a relatively large one. Just make do with it for now," he said, picking up a towel to dry his damp hair.

"Thank you..." Marlan's voice was barely audible, her head still bowed, her hands moving even more frantically.

“You… hurry up and change your clothes,” Zifang said uncertainly, seeing her reaction. “I’ll go out and avoid you for a bit.” She turned and walked towards the door.

“Wait…” Marlan bit her lip hard, as if making a decision, and looked up to stop Zifang. “You… you should change your clothes and dry them in the sun, you’ll catch a cold.” Her voice was still soft, but seemed much firmer.

“No… no need… I don’t care…” Zifang felt uneasy. He wasn’t sure if it was a hint, and a strange, instinctive feeling was subtly preventing him from thinking in that direction.

“No!” Marlan’s voice suddenly rose, becoming firm. Her next action as she stood up and walked over completely stunned Zifang—she gently took off his damp shirt like a tender wife, then half-squatted down, trying to undo the belt on her trousers.

Wisteria felt a surge of restlessness. From this position and angle, Marlan's beautiful, sensual cleavage, squeezed out by the blanket covering her body, was clearly visible. Marlan blushed as well, clearly feeling the most honest reaction from Wisteria's body. Even her clumsy, shy hands, unable to grasp her belt, inadvertently touched the bulge in her trousers.

That subtle sense of release was even more potent for Wisteria, gradually forcing him to seal away the strange feeling of desire he had been suppressing for this girl. He couldn't help but reach out and stroke her long blue hair.

Marlan trembled, reflexively raising her head, her shy yet expectant eyes meeting Wisteria's eyes, a mixture of desire and bewilderment.

Wisteria hesitated for a moment, then her hand finally moved further down, cupping Marlan's face and lifting her kneeling body to a standing position. The two continued to gaze at each other.

At this moment, words were unnecessary. Marlan closed her eyes and bravely met his lips. Wisteria, too, completely sealed away the feelings that had been holding her back, and kissed him without hesitation. Their lips finally touched.

The first kiss was merely a fleeting touch, which clearly wasn't enough for either of them. So, soon there was a second, a third, a fourth… Wisteria continued to kiss Marlan… and Marlan, seemingly insatiable, responded with increasing intensity each time. Soon, her tightly clenched teeth began to relax, and Wisteria seized the opportunity to go deeper.

When he tentatively slipped his tongue in, Marlan seemed to hesitate and resist for a moment, but quickly, her little tongue began to respond shyly, emitting cute "Mmm… ooh…" sounds from her throat, completely immersed in the novel sensation of their tongues intertwining. After a long, passionate kiss, the two reluctantly parted, a shimmering silver thread connecting their panting lips for a long time, and Marlan's eyes had become hazy and intoxicated.

"I want to see Marlan's beautiful body," Wisteria tentatively whispered in her ear, receiving a shy, slight nod in response. He then reached out and grasped the spot where the blanket crossed under her armpits. For a moment, Marlan was startled, reflexively reaching out to stop him, but quickly giving up.

Wisteria slowly peeled the blanket off her, and Marlan, trembling slightly, obediently raised her hands so he could easily untie it. As the blanket slid to the ground, Marlan's vibrant, beautiful breasts sprang out with irresistible force, trembling excitedly under Wisteria's admiring gaze.

"So beautiful..." Wisteria involuntarily reached out, slowly approaching the perfectly inverted bell-shaped mound of flesh, carefully taking it in his hand. In an instant, a warm touch and rhythmic pulse emanated from the part that was covered, along with an indescribable softness and incredible elasticity… The texture, as perfect as its shape, made him unable to resist caressing it freely.

“Mmm… ooh… ah… ha…” The sensitive part was being gently caressed by a man for the first time, and the wonderful yet strange feeling made Marlan gasp loudly, her body gradually going limp. Wisteria quickly hugged her tightly.

“Let’s go to bed,” he whispered, and the answer was still a shy, slight nod. With permission, he lifted the beautiful body in his arms by the waist.

This time, there were no questions, no struggles, not even shyness or anticipation. The blue-haired girl, lying motionless in Wisteria’s arms, had only pure happiness on her face.

Carefully placing her on the bed, Wisteria began to quickly take off his clothes. When he threw his last pair of underwear aside, a loud “Wow!” came from the bed, startling him. He turned his head and met Marlan’s somewhat frightened eyes.

Before her eyes, Wisteria's penis was already hard and hot, at its peak. Facing this terrifyingly large thing about to enter her body, Marlan cast a timid glance, her hands fidgeting on the sheets, trying to hide her unease.

"Don't worry, I'll be very gentle," Wisteria comforted her, kissing Marlan's lips again encouragingly, while reaching between her legs.

"Ah!" Realizing his intentions, Marlan suddenly panicked, squeezing her legs tightly together and desperately covering the path to her vagina with her hands.

"Don't be nervous... relax... or it will hurt..." Wisteria gently spread her legs into an M shape. Marlan didn't resist, only continuing to cover her vagina with her hands.

Her shy and uneasy appearance only fueled Wisteria's desire. He gently pried open her fingers one by one, finally revealing her beautiful honeyed vulva: alluring and vibrant, full of temptation, exuding the fragrance of a virgin…

“No… don’t look… it’s so embarrassing!” Overwhelmed with shame, Marlan covered her face with her hands.

Wisteria, however, had no intention of letting her go. He slowly opened the tightly closed slit of her honeyed vulva with his fingers, admiring the bright and beautiful color of the virgin's honeyed vulva while his fingers caressed the throbbing clitoris at the top of the slit.

“Ah!” The moment they touched, Marlan’s body jolted as if electrocuted.

Wisteria did not stop there. With his gentle teasing, warm liquid began to overflow from the honeyed vulva, and the tightly closed slit gradually showed signs of opening. The folds and clitoris inside writhed with her trembling body. Before long, under his skillful teasing, Marlan’s honeyed vulva was sufficiently wet.

Seeing that the time was right, Wisteria, gliding along Marlan's smooth, delicate skin, adjusted its position, placing its penis against the outer edge of her vagina. Carefully, it pushed in, the hot, hard tip slowly stretching open the hymen, a symbol of virginity, as the shaft labored forward.

"Ah! Ugh... Gently... It hurts!" Marlan groaned in pain, tears streaming down her face as soon as the penis entered.

Wisteria stopped moving, a move that surprised even himself. Usually, in such situations, he would choose a forceful and rapid approach to minimize the other person's pain. But facing this girl, he found he couldn't ignore her tears.

"Is it...all in?" The sudden stop clearly made Marlan misunderstand the situation. She asked, her breath coming in short gasps, tears welling in her eyes.

"If you really can't take it, then forget it. We can try again next time..." Wisteria didn't answer her question directly, but offered a considerate suggestion.

"Absolutely not!" Marlan seemed angry. "My mother said that a girl's first time will always be very painful, but if she can't endure it, she can't be the woman of the person she loves!" The grief of not being able to satisfy her beloved and her innate competitive nature made her exceptionally determined at this moment.

“I’ll try to get in as quickly as possible, you have to hold on.” Wisteria said, adjusting her position. Suddenly, with a powerful thrust of her hips, she plunged the half-finished penis in with a “whoosh!” until the tip reached Marlan’s uterus, completely entering the girl’s body and shattering the mark of virginity.

“Ah!” Marlan let out a near-wailing cry, her body arching backward like a bowed leg, heaving violently as if having an epileptic seizure.

“This…this time, it…is it all…in?” After a long while, Marlan came to her senses, panting heavily, and asked with some concern.

“What do you think?” "Wisteria lovingly stroked her long hair, carefully and gently rotating the engorged penis that was almost locked in her tight honey hole.

"Ah...this is..." Marlan blinked in pain, but seemed very happy, "I...ooh...I feel it, your thing...is moving inside..." She closed her eyes with a peaceful smile, "You've become a woman..." she whispered, her voice trembling with pain, yet full of happiness. Tenderly

caring for the girl's pain, Wisteria refrained from any further movements, simply holding her gently, kissing her lips and cheeks again and again, and blowing playful hot breath into her ear."

"Um... well... try moving it a bit..." After a while, Marlan unexpectedly offered, "Mom seems to have said... this kind of thing... the man should... insert that thing... then pull it out and then insert it again, repeating this until he's satisfied... specifically... I'm not really sure...

but... it seems like not moving it like this isn't right..." Seeing the strange look in Wisteria's eyes, she realized she was saying something very strange and blushed deeply.

Wisteria nodded and began to slowly pull the penis out a short distance, then slowly insert it again. "Ugh...

um..." Marlan responded to his gentle movements with a cute voice that was both painful and slightly pleasurable.

"Mmm...ah...this is..." The slow, gentle movements quickly paid off. Marlan's honeypot gradually became familiar with and passionate about the invading penis. The paladin's strong, sensitive body, combined with the tightness of a virgin's first time, made her honeypot so wonderful that Wisteria lingered: during insertion, it felt as if countless half-open double doors were blocking the way, and during withdrawal, it felt as if hundreds of tiny hands were holding her back.

At the same time, as the pain gradually subsided, the passionate and proactive side of the Samatian girl's nature, inherent in Marlan's blood, began to emerge. Although somewhat stiff and clumsy, her waist began to move, slowly adapting to the frequency of Wisteria's movements, and soon she was able to coordinate almost synchronously.

Unbeknownst to them, the frequency of the thrusting increased, and the two embraced, breathing rhythmically, waves of pleasure rising uncontrollably. Wisteria excitedly began a series of sweeping, powerful thrusts, while Marlan's already wet and sticky vagina contracted even more intensely. The exhilarating

pleasure made Wisteria hold Marlan tightly, savoring the extraordinary softness and elasticity of her body beneath him. The breasts, constantly swaying and deforming under the pressure, only fueled his desire.

Marlan, in turn, tightly embraced the man's body pressing against her, her lower body twisting and turning in sync with his movements, her already wet and sticky vagina swallowing and releasing the massive penis with abandon.

"Ah...wait...it's so strange! This...this is...it's getting so hot down there...something's coming out from inside?" The unfamiliar sensation of orgasm made Marlan feel shy and hesitant, but even so, her hip movements didn't stop. Not only that, she even wrapped her beautiful, long legs around Wisteria's waist, thrusting downwards in sync with his movements.

Wisteria knew very well that this was an unconscious action performed by a woman during orgasm, due to the inability to control her body in the throes of pleasure, so she further increased the speed of her thrusts.

"No, no! Don't move anymore! ...It's coming...a strange feeling...strange...ahhh...ah!" Another unconscious cry rang out, and Marlan finally experienced her first orgasm as a woman, her body going limp and convulsing uncontrollably.

Wisteria felt a pang of loss; he had just felt the urge to ejaculate when she climaxed. Looking at her completely limp body and tired, rapid breathing after her orgasm, that strange feeling returned, this time accompanied by a strange sense of guilt, as if she had done something wrong. Looking at the blood seeping from their joined bodies and her slightly swollen vulva, he abandoned his plan for a final thrust and carefully withdrew his penis.

"Is...is that all...? Your...your...thing that can give me a child...wasn't put it in..." Her body was exceptionally sensitive after the orgasm. Even though Wisteria's movements were gentle, Marlan's body trembled with a mixture of pleasure and pain from the friction. The complex sensations also brought her back to her senses from the initial shock of pleasure. She seemed to remember something and said nervously,

"You want a child that much? You don't seem like you're old enough to be a mother." "Wisteria smiled and pinched her cheek comfortingly.

"That's not what I meant. Mom said that when a man does this kind of thing, he has to release that kind of thing to be truly satisfied, but... but I... can't satisfy you..." Marlan pouted, looking dejected.

"It's okay... um... it won't be like this next time, next time..." Wisteria didn't know how to respond.

"But I don't want to wait until next time... and... it doesn't seem to want to either..." Marlan sat up abruptly, her face flushed with embarrassment at her words and actions, but she still reached out and touched the bright red penis that bore the marks of her first time, carefully touching the hot shaft with her fingers. After hesitating for a moment, she still timidly and curiously grasped the penis with her trembling little hand.

"Ugh..." It was an unexpected situation, and the delicate touch of the other's fingers made the penis, already sensitive from the previous intercourse, reflexively throb, and Wisteria let out a groan.

"Ah?" Marlan seemed startled, letting out a cry as she timidly withdrew her hand. "Did I...did I hurt you?" she asked nervously.

"No, it just feels very good," Zifang reassured her with a smile.

"Is that so..." After hearing his explanation, Marlan seemed to realize something, paused for a moment, and then her gaze returned to Zifang's penis. She nervously reached out and gently grasped it again. Whether it was the heat of the penis or her own nervousness, her hand trembled for a while before gradually calming down. Then, with slight hesitation, she began to stroke it. "Does this feel good?" she asked uncertainly.

"Yes, Marlan is doing very well." Although it wasn't very intense, Zifang did feel waves of tingling pleasure coming from her lower body.

Receiving a positive answer, a look of joy appeared on Marlan's shy face, and her small hand, which had been moving, began to tentatively increase the speed of its movements.

"Ugh..." The increased pleasure caused Zifang to let out a moan similar to that during their encounter. Confirming her movements were correct, she further increased the speed of her thrusting towards Marlan.

"Mmm... Hah..." As the small hand's movements became more and more skilled, Zifang soon began to moan uncontrollably. Marlan's comprehension and physical abilities were astonishing; her slender yet powerful wrist moved rhythmically up and down, constantly increasing the speed of her movements, causing the unsuspecting man's pleasure to rise rapidly. Before long, the first thick, foul-smelling liquid spurted out, followed by a series of subsequent thrusts.

"Ah?" Marlan was caught off guard and could only stand there dumbfounded, letting the murky liquid spray onto his face, hair, and chest...

The next morning, the ship bound for Lingnan departed, and soon the Lingnan authorities received the news.

The backyard of the Lingnan Prince's Mansion was large, containing a secluded bamboo grove, within which stood a sizable yet rustic wooden house. To the average person, the house seemed unremarkable, but it was constructed from a special type of wood used by the Xuanmen (mystical

sects) to create magical artifacts—an incredibly sturdy wood with strong anti-magic properties. Furthermore, multiple defensive barriers were set up inside and outside the house. This was the place where the princess, the head of the Xuanmen, usually practiced her skills. At this moment, the sounds of fists clashing and the faint voices of two women could be heard emanating from within. Two graceful figures moved rapidly within the house, sometimes passing each other, sometimes meeting head-on, exchanging blows and attacks.

Seeing Yi Rou leap forward again, simultaneously throwing a powerful punch, Shi Zhi hastily parried but quickly realized it was a feint. Almost reflexively, she leaped into the air, handstand halfway off the ground, and kicked downwards with her right foot, only to find a foot already upon her.

Both blocked the kick, but were simultaneously thrown back by the force of the attack. After regaining their footing, Yi Rou gathered golden light in her hands, while Shi Zhi's hands blazed with intense flames.

"Royal Dragon's Wrath!" "Phoenix Feather Claw!" The golden dragon and the phoenix formed from flames collided and exploded in mid-air, the shockwave nearly blowing off the roof. Before

the flash of the explosion had subsided, the two girls had already leaped forward, simultaneously raising their right legs and pressing down. Due to their similar builds and the coincidence of their movements, their feet collided almost as they were falling from their highest point.

"Not bad, Yirou, you're much better than before." Shiori said sincerely, reaching out to support her leg, which was a little numb from the impact.

"That's because the energy that rebuilt my body is extraordinary." Yirou, with her special nervous system, didn't feel any numbness or other negative effects and smiled happily.

Separating their bodies, the two girls walked to the side and wiped their sweat with towels. "By the way, did you bring that thing?

" Shiori asked.

"Yes," Yirou pointed to the suitcase on the side, "but why are you suddenly interested in it, Shiori-neechan?" she asked, somewhat puzzled.

"Do you remember the Soul Steel Armor?" The other didn't answer directly.

"Legend has it that when our patriarch was cultivating, he accidentally obtained five strange metals with different attributes and enormous energy. He then assigned the Qiong Kingdom's Shen Gong Si clan, who were in charge of developing magical artifacts and equipment in the Xuanmen at the time, to try to use them to create magical artifacts. In the end, five suits of armor were created, but because the human body could not withstand the energy of this strange metal, which was later called Soul Steel, no one could use it. Later, they had no choice but to take out the Xuanmen's treasure, the Qilin Horn, and modify the Flash Spirit Armor Wolf among them, which finally made a usable set," Yi Rou said after thinking for a moment.

"Later, when the Qiong Kingdom was destroyed, the Shen Gong Si family, one of the royal grandmasters, took three of the four unusable Soul Steel Frames with them when they left the Xuanmen: the Vajra Armor Fang Wolf, the Thunder Armor Absolute Wolf, and the Wind-Walking Armor Night Wolf. After that, due to the matter of obtaining Phoenix Blood, the Angry Wolf, originally in the hands of the Li family of the Northern Frontier, disappeared. However, the Xuanmen obtained Phoenix Feathers and used them to modify the last remaining set, the Heavenly Fire Armor Flame Wolf, into a usable one. Since then, this last Soul Steel Armor has become the Xuanmen's heirloom, but Master has never told us where it is." Yi Rou finished speaking and looked at Shi Zhi with some curiosity, not understanding why she asked this.

"Actually, it's sealed in this sect leader's ring. I only discovered it recently after studying it for a long time." Shi Zhi raised the ring in her hand.

"Recently...studied..." Yi Rou looked suspicious.

"Remember when the Ghost King appeared? The Five Saints Killing Formation was ineffective against him, so I think perhaps we need some stronger power." Shi Zhi explained.

"Wasn't the Ghost King already burned to ashes by the Phoenix Blood Sacred Flame?" Yi Rou thought she was being a bit overly worried.

"Maybe I really am overthinking it, but for some reason, every time I think about that time, I always feel a vague unease." Shi Zhi shook her head, saying uncertainly.

"I think I understand now. Ordinary targets simply can't withstand the power of the Soul Steel Armor, so you wanted to use that for testing?" Yi Rou suddenly realized, "That's good. I'm also very interested in how powerful that legendary magical artifact really is." Saying that, she got up and walked to the side, opened her briefcase, took out her belt and put it on, then picked up the gem, "Arming." "Standing..." "Complete!" The dazzling red light dissipated, and the sexy bright red metallic dragon wing armor was fully equipped.

At this moment, Shi Zhi had also stood in the opposite position, took out a talisman and rubbed it on her ring. The moment she removed the ring, the talisman began to burn, and in an instant, the talisman completely turned to ashes, leaving only flames condensed on the ring.

Spinning rapidly, the ring traced rings of flowing fire around her body. She raised the ring above her head, and a cone-shaped beam of light shot into the air. The flowing flames suddenly rose, converging at the top of the beam to form a wolf with bird-like wings. "Roar!" A beastly howl echoed as the fiery wolf, condensed from the beam of light, hurtled towards the human below.

When the flames dissipated, what remained was an exquisitely crafted full-body suit of armor: a bright red texture and color, flame-like patterns, shoulder armor constructed like raptor claws, and a breastplate pattern resembling a phoenix with outstretched wings… but perhaps the most striking feature was the unusual helmet—a wolf's head adorned with ornate metallic brown fur, like flames.

"Come on," Shiori gestured.

Yirou, of course, didn't hesitate. With a flick of her dragon wings, she charged forward. Her speed and strength, greatly enhanced by the armor, allowed her to reach the target in just a few steps. Using the momentum of her charge, she launched herself into a beautiful spinning kick.

Shiori reflexively raised her elbow to block, sparks flying from the impact of their metallic armor. This was meant to be a simple defensive move, but the effect was unexpected for both of them. Yirou was sent flying backward, managing to stop just before crashing into the wall after several mid-air maneuvers.

"Yirou!" Shiori cried out, having only used sixty or seventy percent of her strength to avoid injuring her opponent, yet the force was still immense.

"I'm fine," she said, but even her numb pain receptors could clearly feel the excruciating pain in her right leg, almost like a broken bone. This force was at least three times stronger than her own! Having reached this conclusion, even knowing she was using melee-oriented equipment, Yirou completely abandoned the idea of closing the distance again.

"Dragon's Wings!" She lightly tapped the crystal at her waist, and the dragon wings on her back shimmered. Clenching her fists together, two violent whirlwinds erupted from the wings with the sound of her gauntlets clashing.

The whirlwind roared forward, its path lifting sections of the floor in its wake. Amidst the violent vortex of air, Shiori, still contemplating whether to hold back, was swept up, armor and all.

"Heavenly Fire Wings!" she cried, suddenly extending her arms from within the vortex. A pair of wings made of flames emerged from the back of her armor. "Corona Hurricane!" A raging vortex of fire erupted from it, forcefully pushing back the violent whirlwind.

"No...no way..." Seeing her whirlwind instantly pushed back, a panicked Yi Rou hurriedly clicked the crystal again, "Enhance!" "Please select type..." "Violent!" As soon as she finished speaking, her armor flashed with dazzling golden light—the entire armor was covered in a golden hue, "Complete, start timing." The crystal on her belt also emitted a cold notification sound again.

As the armor changed color, the storm whipped up by the dragon wings instantly intensified tenfold, and the flames were pushed back again. Shiori, who was taken aback, also realized that she could no longer hold back, and she also increased the output of her firestorm. The two violent forces were evenly matched between the two, but neither could do anything to the other.

Accepting the fact that it was a draw, they tacitly stopped, but, "It's not over yet, let's try this one!

" Yi Rou leaped onto a position near the roof, her golden armor flashing with dazzling light, and in that light, there seemed to be an illusion: what was hovering in the air was not a person, but a giant dragon with outstretched wings.

Shiori dared not be negligent. Flames extended downwards from her wings, engulfing her entire armor. In the rising flames, what stood there seemed not to be a person, but a phoenix bathed in flames.

"Dragon Breath!" "Nirvana of Destruction!" A golden pillar of light, wreathed in flames, pierced through the roof and soared into the sky, followed by a deafening explosion. The massive shockwave spread violently outwards in a circle around the pillar of light, tearing the wooden house to shreds and continuously breaching the outer defensive barriers, leaving scorched earth in its wake.

Ten minutes later, the two perpetrators were nonchalantly drinking tea in the corridor, the backyard now a complete ruin before their eyes. Fortunately, many barriers had been set up beforehand to prevent such incidents, and the backyard was large enough that the explosion barely managed to avoid affecting the main part of the palace.

"Sigh... how much silver will this cost now..." The princess was already starting to worry about the reconstruction.

"Fortunately, no one was injured," the other culprit kindly comforted her. "Cheer up, your brother will be here soon." she said.

“Yes, judging by the numbers, he should arrive at Tianlin Ferry this afternoon. I’ve already sent Luoxue and Sister Wei to pick him up.” Shizhi thought for a moment.

“Really? You know what kind of person that guy is. You’re really sending those two without any worries…” Yirou was a little surprised.

“It’s not that I’m not worried. This is probably one of my purposes. I’ve studied some ancient books and found that with his Phoenix Blood constitution, he might be the nemesis of that family’s deadly curse.” Shizhi said as calmly as possible.

“Is that so… but…” Yirou still looked suspicious.

“I’ve figured it out. Anyway, it seems there’s no way to stop him from having more and more women around him. Since that’s the case, I might as well cultivate some forces among them that are inclined towards me.” Shizhi rarely showed a sly smile.

“Wow! You really have the potential to be the mistress of the Zi family. I have high hopes for you.” Yirou was very excited.

“Mistress…” Shizhi was stunned for a moment, as if she understood the meaning of the word. “I never thought about this.” She shook her head and smiled.

"Whether you want to or not is one thing, whether you want to be in this position is another. Anyway, I won't allow anyone other than you to take this position. Don't worry, Yu Yue and I will stand by your side," Yi Rou said seriously.

"Yu Yue... you know, the one with the strange ears..." Shi Zhi tried hard to recall the name of that race.

"It's an elf, a high elf," Yi Rou reminded her. "Oh right, and Mom is one too," she added.

"Pfft!" Shi Zhi spat out a mouthful of tea. "What, what did you say?" she asked in surprise.

"There's something else. I heard that our poor little aunt who became a widow before she could even get married seems to have gone to Tianlin Ferry to join in the fun," Yi Rou said, seemingly unconcerned, and directly changed the subject.

"No...no way..." The second blow left Shiori completely stunned...

A little later, a carriage arrived at the Tianlin Inn. After the carriage stopped, several escorting cavalrymen dismounted and stood guard on both sides of the door. The innkeeper at the door hesitated for a moment, then hurriedly stepped forward, bent down, and opened the door.

The first thing to step out was a foot wearing a seductive dark red high heel, followed by a beautiful leg encased in almost transparent light pink stockings, long and alluringly voluptuous.

As the other leg stepped out, the carriage owner's entire body was revealed. A waterfall of orange-red hair cascaded down her back to near her hips, with all the hair framing her forehead and flowing back, completely exposing her forehead and elongating her slightly chubby face into a symmetrical and delicate silhouette. Her

features had a touch of Western features, light eyeshadow, slightly thick eyebrows, neatly styled and curled eyelashes, and cherry-red lips that shone with a captivating luster under the lip gloss. Her face was alluring yet lacked any vulgarity.

Her clothing, like her shoes and socks, was utterly devoid of any Eastern style. The low-cut purple bodysuit not only completely exposed her snow-white shoulders and arms, but also nearly half of her breasts. They were undeniably large breasts, even on her slightly tall, Western-looking figure, they seemed a little too large, but their shape was perfectly rounded, showing no signs of sagging even with only the upper part of the bodysuit supporting them.

The bodysuit had no waist-cinching design, yet it still accentuated her slender and shapely waist. The short skirt, which flowed seamlessly with the bodysuit, clung tightly to her high, rounded buttocks, revealing curves as fiery as her upper body. The hem of the skirt barely covered her hips, almost revealing the lace trim at the end of her stockings.

A gust of wind blew by, and a guard beside her hurriedly offered her a trench coat. The woman casually took it but didn't put it on, instead draping it over her bare shoulders like a cape. "Have they arrived yet?" "Looking disdainfully at the messenger's furtive glances at her chest, she asked.

"We've arrived, we're in the second hall," the messenger replied, his eyes still darting around.

"You wait here..." the woman said to the guards, then walked straight in. Noticing the messenger's continued lewd gaze, she frowned. "And I don't want to see that disgusting fellow again today." She disappeared through the door without looking back, leaving behind the chaotic shouts and pleas for mercy.

Reaching the second hall, she saw the two maids, one tall and one short, who usually accompanied Sima Fuyun, discussing something at a table. "Did I miss something?" she asked, taking off her trench coat.

"Madam Feiyan, you...you've come?" Jinguji Yui, a young woman with cherry blossom-colored hair, asked with some surprise. Even in her surprise, her face retained the gentle and submissive qualities typical of traditional women in this country.

"Aunt Bu!" "Luoxue, the green-haired girl with a playful short ponytail, was very happy to see the arrival of this elder who had always taken good care of her and even doted on her in the palace.

"Luoxue, how many times have I told you not to call me so old?" "She stepped forward and gently patted the little girl's head, feigning anger.

Bu Feiyan, this was the Yanhuang name of this woman of mixed Yanhuang and Franzian descent; as for her real name, almost no one knew. She was originally the top dancer at the Nine Phoenix Pavilion branch in the capital of the Holy Franzian Empire. Years ago, the younger brother of the King of Lingnan fell in love with her at first sight during his travels in that country, and after a mad pursuit, he finally managed to bring her back to the royal palace.

But fate is unpredictable; shortly before their planned wedding, the groom-to-be suddenly passed away. She ultimately chose to stay in the royal palace. Although her official position was that of a dance instructor, she was, after all, the king's future sister-in-law, and her status was different. Because she was usually humble, especially kind to the servants, although she did not have a real title, the servants in the royal palace privately addressed her as Madam.

"When will our future son-in-law arrive?" Bu Feiyan casually tossed her trench coat aside, a strange smile faintly appearing on her face.

“I estimate it will be another two or three hours, you…you wouldn’t be thinking…” Knowing the lady’s playful nature and wicked sense of humor, Jinguji Yui had a bad feeling.

“Don’t look at me like that, I’m not trying to play with him,” Bu Feiyan said with a coquettish smile, “I’m an elder, shouldn’t I check the quality of our lovely little Fuyun’s future husband?” It was clearly a twisted argument, but she said it as if it were perfectly reasonable.

“But…this isn’t very appropriate…” Although she wasn’t used to arguing, Jinguji Yui still felt that this somewhat absurd behavior might cause problems.

“What does it matter? It’s a good opportunity to teach that annoying lecher a lesson, so that we won’t be bullied by him after we marry into the family.” Luo Xue, who had been “sexually harassed” by Zi Teng before, was eager to try it out…

Several hours later, Zi Teng and her party disembarked at what appeared to be an abandoned military ferry. Although called a group, there were actually only two people. Zifeng never traveled lightly with attendants; it was a habit of his for many years. So this time, he was traveling on a ship from the Lisas Merchant Guild, accompanied only by Marlan, who was leisurely on vacation without receiving further orders from the temple.

"This is really strange. Why were we suddenly told to disembark in this haunted place?" Marlan frowned, looking at the somewhat dilapidated naval camp before him.

"They said it's because the Tianlin Ferry was sunken and blocked the waterway, which makes sense. What's really strange is that no one is coming to pick us up," Zifeng said, also somewhat surprised. "Did your so-called holy power predict anything?

" he asked.

"Hmm… I have a strange feeling, but it doesn't feel dangerous, more like… a joke…" Marlan thought for a moment and answered uncertainly.

As they talked, the two entered the seemingly abandoned camp. Just as they stepped through the gate, Zifeng suddenly became alert.

"What's wrong?" Marlan asked, noticing his change.

"There's a bloody smell… a very strange one…" Zifeng said thoughtfully.

"I can't smell it, is your nose a dog's nose? Huh?" Marlan joked, but was quickly stunned. Near the barracks inside the gate lay more than a dozen corpses lying haphazardly; clearly, they were the source of the blood. "Now I don't need a dog's nose to smell it," Marlan said, walking over to the nearest corpse to check its breathing and heartbeat. They were indeed stopped. Touching the body, she found it still warm, and considering the lack of dried blood on the ground, it had clearly died recently. But at the same time, she noticed something else interesting.

"These guys..." Marlan turned to explain to Zifang, but found him looking at her knowingly. She walked over knowingly. "You want to play with them?" she whispered in Zifang's ear.

Zifang didn't answer, but continued walking inside, soon "accidentally" discovering survivors. He immediately recognized the green-haired girl sitting against the wall, the one who had once slammed her head on the bed—something like Luoxue. A wound on her chest was still bleeding, and her pale face and weak breathing indicated she was severely injured and weak.

Suppressing a smile that almost spilled over his face, he feigned surprise. "Wake up, what happened?" He shook the girl's body, asking anxiously.

"I...we..." Luo Xue struggled to open her eyes and answered weakly, "We were attacked by bandits nearby..." As she spoke, as if in response, four burly men wielding steel knives rushed out of a nearby house, all four knives pressed against the necks of the two women.

"Such a predictable plot," Zi Teng said without any surprise, not even glancing back at the man holding the knife to his neck, his eyes still fixed on the seemingly half-dead Luo Xue on the ground. "Is this interesting?" he asked.

She remained unconscious.

Zi Teng kicked her without hesitation. Although it wasn't hard, this completely unusual action startled the four "bandits," and also made the "wounded" on the ground open her eyes in exasperation. "Don't take your anger out on me just because you're useless and being held hostage!" she shouted angrily, but immediately realized she had given herself away and reflexively covered her mouth.

"You're finally awake? Who are these people? Are they from the Lingnan Military Drama Enthusiasts Association?" Ignoring the four stunned bandits, Zi Teng continued to ask her.

"What nonsense! I told you they're bandits..." Luo Xue was still trying to hold on, but her voice was already starting to sound panicked.

"Fine, I'll give you a chance. Make them stop this pointless performance right now, and when I get to your young lady, I can pretend nothing happened." Zi Teng calmly issued her final ultimatum.

"No... don't joke around, how could they possibly listen to me..." But the other party clearly still didn't want to admit it.

“Then there’s nothing we can do.” As she spoke, Wisteria transformed her right hand into a metal-elemental form, whirling around and swinging it in a semi-circle. With four crisp sounds, the four-eight steel swords snapped in two.

“Ah?” The four were shocked, not only because the swords broke, but also because almost simultaneously with Wisteria’s action, Marlan had already drawn her twin swords. The result was a complete reversal of fortunes; the “bandits” were now the ones with blades at their throats.

“Alright, Marlan, no need to be so tense. They’re not the enemy,” Wisteria said casually.

“I hate clumsy actors more than formidable enemies.” Marlan glanced disdainfully at the four, sheathed her sword, and then surveyed her surroundings. “And those dead ones on the ground, are you going to come back to life on your own, or do I have to turn you into real corpses?” she shouted impatiently.

As if hearing the camp’s reveille, the “dead” below quickly came to life, afraid of being too slow and truly being struck by a sword.

"This...this...this..." Luo Xue was completely at a loss for words. She stood up somewhat blankly, meeting Zi Teng's stern gaze. "When did you find out?" she asked through gritted teeth.

"We saw through it as soon as we entered. I just played along to see what you were up to," Zi Teng replied dismissively.

"How could that be..." His answer implied that he had already seen through the scheme when he saw the "corpses," which puzzled Luo Xue greatly. "These people all used a secret Xuanmen-made fake death talisman. There shouldn't have been any way to break it." She couldn't understand. "

Don't misunderstand, their acting skills are actually quite good. The problem is that the person who wrote the script isn't very bright," Zi Teng laughed. "The guards of the Prince's Mansion are all top-notch warriors selected from the best of the best. Even if they were ambushed, they wouldn't just sit and wait to die. They would definitely fight back to the death." He explained.

"We created traces of a fight," Luo Xue interjected.

"Yes, but you forgot another point. After killing more than ten guards of the Prince's Mansion, didn't the other side suffer any casualties?

" Zi Teng retorted.

"They might have taken the dead and wounded as well," the other party continued to argue.

"That's possible, but if they can take the bodies and the wounded, what about the bloodstains? There's not a single bloodstain anywhere except around the bodies of these corpses. Are they mummies that don't bleed?" But he easily refuted this argument. "And you, you know what? You're the biggest fake among them, so fake that you don't even know who you are." He continued to press his advantage against his speechless opponent.

"Wh...what do you mean...you...I..." Luo Xue was almost speechless.

"Who are you? The White Tiger Guard of the Xuanmen, skilled in Qi-based Xuan arts, moving like the wind and as fast as lightning. How could someone like you be wounded head-on? The one who attacked you wasn't some bandit, but a Netherworld Ghost General, right? Is this kind of boring thing interesting? It seems I should tell your young lady to change her dowry maid!" Faced with his carpet bombing-like continuous attacks, the poor green-haired girl's tears were already welling up in her eyes.

In a house some distance away, two women were watching the situation unfold.

"Madam, I told you not to do this! How are we going to clean this up now?" Jinguji Yui looked anxious.

"What does it matter? Isn't this quite interesting?" Bu Feiyan didn't care at all.

"And you two in the house, if you don't come out soon, I'm going to set it on fire!" Zifang's voice interrupted their conversation. Seeing they had been discovered, the two women had no choice but to open the door.

Jinguji Yui ran out first, bowing to Zifang, "I'm sorry, we really didn't mean it this way." She then pulled Luo Xue, who was almost crying, aside and carefully comforted her.

Zifang didn't pay much attention to them; his attention was completely drawn to the second woman who emerged from the room.

Alluring! That was his first impression of this woman. Usually, this first impression would be followed by vulgarity, but this woman had none of that vulgarity. On the contrary, she seemed to possess a captivating charm, a fusion of two typical Eastern and Western aesthetics.

"Alright, alright, don't argue with a child..." Swaying her sexy hips, Bu Feiyan stepped forward with an extremely alluring posture. "I'm just concerned as an elder, wanting to see if you're good enough for our Fuyun." She was confident that Zifeng wouldn't dare clash with her fiancée's elder.

"Now you really are outstanding. No wonder she took a liking to you; even I'm a little captivated by you." She leaned closer, her large, round breasts almost touching Zifeng's body.

"Hey! You old woman, if you know you're an elder, don't be so frivolous!" Marlan felt she couldn't stand it anymore.

"Old woman, your words are really awful, and... you're so jealous." She looked at the angry Marlan disdainfully, as if to say, "What can you do about it?"

"Alright!" Zi Teng grabbed Marlan, who was clearly already caught up in the other person's antics. "If you keep making a scene, it'll be dark soon. Do you want to spend the night here?"...

Because it got dark so quickly, the group didn't have time to return to Tianlin Ferry Post Station and had to spend the night in a nearby small county town. Seeing that they were distinguished guests from the Prince's Mansion, the county magistrate was very attentive and vacated

his office for them to stay in. After dinner, Zi Teng was locked out of his room by Marlan, who was furious at his "forgetting loyalty for the sake of beauty." "What are you doing here? Going to see that frivolous old woman!" she said, forcefully pushing against the door.

Zi Teng shook his head and left, seemingly helpless, but his face showed no negative emotions. In a sense, he deliberately provoked Marlan. In his opinion, if he didn't teach that woman, who acted so recklessly because of her seniority, she would probably suffer in the future. Although he was absolutely confident in subduing this woman, it was always inconvenient to have someone with him when doing such things.

Having shaken off his tail, Zifeng decisively carried out Marlan's instructions and quickly found the room of the "frivolous old woman." The door wasn't fully closed, and he knocked lightly.

"Come in." Zifeng pushed open the door after receiving permission.

Inside, Bu Feiyan was languidly leaning against the bed, still wearing the same purple tight-fitting short dress she'd worn during the day, only now she'd changed her high heels for bamboo-soled slippers commonly used in Lingnan homes. Her jade-like feet, clearly visible beneath her light-colored sheer stockings, were

exceptionally alluring. "Huh?" Bu Feiyan stood up, feigning surprise. "Why didn't you go with your little lover?" She welcomed Zifeng into the room and silently closed the door.

Zifeng also feigned attraction, his gaze greedily sweeping upwards from her beautiful feet, past her shapely, fleshy legs, over her high, alluring buttocks, around her slender, graceful waist, finally lingering on her breasts—the most maddening of men—for a long time.

"I've come to apologize on her behalf." His voice sounded dry, but he was calm inside. He knew exactly what kind of woman this was.

"Not at all. I'm the one who should apologize. My willful actions caused so much trouble," Bu Feiyan said, but quickly changed her tone, "However, I really have nothing to compensate you for the disturbance you suffered, unless... you want me to repay you with my body." As she spoke, she giggled and pressed her body against him.

Zi Teng dodged away, and instantly changed from the infatuated look she had just had. "Madam, are you simply seducing me, or are you trying to frame me so you can find something to use against me?" he suddenly asked.

"This... Young Master Zi, what do you mean?" Bu Feiyan was startled, but still tried to remain calm.

“You know what I mean.” Zi Teng shoved her away. “Or rather, you know what kind of woman you are. You’ve been hurt by men since you were little. You were tortured and beaten by your father, raped by a lord who had the right to your first night, abandoned and despised by your childhood sweetheart, gang-raped and abused by soldiers, and finally sold to the Nine Phoenix Brothel. You finally met a man who truly cared for you, but he died young, right?” Bu Feiyan’s face changed with each of his words, from surprise and panic to fear and despair. Her feet involuntarily retreated step by step.

Zi Teng didn’t let her go. “So you hate men and look down on them. So you use your beauty to seduce men everywhere, playing them like puppets, trampling on their self-esteem, and then ruthlessly abandoning them. You keep repeating this emotional game, and the more outstanding and noble your target is, the more excited you become. That’s why you set your sights on me, right?” He continued to press her.

"You...you...you, how did you know? Who told you?" Bu Feiyan, backed against the door, had nowhere left to retreat, and his mind was nearly collapsing.

"Do I need someone to tell me? It's all written on your bewitching face. You still want to seduce me? Sorry, I feel disgusted just looking at a woman like you, let alone touching you!" Although he said that, he certainly didn't really see it that way.

In fact, starting from noon, or more precisely, shortly after having his first time with Marlan, he noticed some strange changes in himself. He could see through people's thoughts, and even, if he did it intentionally, he could read other people's memories. In other words, he seemed to have mastered the skill that paladins called mind reading.

This puzzled him, but combining it with some past events: since Yueya'er started practicing water-based true qi with her master, the yin true qi that he had never been able to master had gradually become more proficient; after making love with Yinhua, his senses for various drugs had become more acute; and after making love with Yinling, he seemed to be able to communicate with animals to some extent.

All of this confirmed a recent guess he had made: the ability granted to him by the Phoenix Blood might not be the immortality he had always assumed, but rather the ability to receive the bodies of men with whom he had physical relationships. As for the immortality, it was very likely obtained from Yi Rou.

"Stop talking!" Bu Feiyan seemed to have collapsed, opening the door and fleeing without a care in the world. She ran all the way out of the county town, plunged into a grove of trees, and leaned against a large tree, panting unconsciously.

The noble mask was torn off, and the various tragic experiences that she had suppressed in her heart and almost forgotten by relying on the perverse pleasure of playing with men were released again. She seemed to have become that helpless girl again, covered in bruises and awakened by nightmares every day. Nightmare-like past scenes passed before her eyes: being abused, humiliated, abandoned, beaten, and trafficked. Finally, the painful memory was fixed on the time when she was raped.

Her mind was filled with images of her own writhing, struggling body, and she hallucinated herself screaming for help. She vaguely recalled everything, and in reality, her body began to stir as if in heat. Her hands hesitantly reached under her skirt.

"What are you doing? Masturbating while reliving the rape like back then?

Why suffer like that? Wouldn't it be better to just find a man and relive that moment?" Wisteria had somehow caught up with her.

"You! You bastard! Are you a devil?" Seeing this man again, Bu Feiyan's eyes were no longer filled with fear, only despair.

"Devil? Don't joke around. I'm an angel here to help you satisfy your physical needs," Zi Teng laughed, already close enough to grab one of her breasts, which trembled slightly with fear. "Hmm, not bad, the size, the feel, truly exquisite." He kneaded it roughly without restraint.

"You bastard, didn't you say I looked disgusting? Then don't touch me!" Her body had lost even the will to resist; Bu Feiyan could only struggle with words.

"I just said I looked disgusting as a woman, but in your current state, you're practically a bitch, so it doesn't matter." Zi Teng showed no sign of stopping.

"Stop! If you do anything else, I'll tell Fuyun!" On the verge of utter despair, Bu Feiyan thought of her last straw.

"Oh? Tell her what?" Zi Teng didn't stop. Instead, she pulled her into her arms and pressed her lips to her ear. "Are you, this unfaithful aunt, seducing her man? Or are you, this seemingly harmless woman, actually an important link in the Xiling Prince's intelligence network in Lingnan?" The last sentence completely suppressed all her struggles and resistance.

The prey was still captured, and now it was the hunter's time to enjoy himself. Zi Teng used both hands to play with her breasts in turn, while holding her tightly and greedily licking and sucking her snow-white neck and shoulders.

Bu Feiyan shook her head in vain, trying to avoid it. This was the last resistance she could put in. The waves of tingling sensation from her breasts eroded her will and strength to struggle, but made the senses of touch on her violated body exceptionally sensitive.

Soon, she could clearly feel the burning desire within Zi Teng—although he hadn't yet begun to undress them, the tight embrace meant his lower body was pressed against her buttocks, and even through several layers of clothing, Bu Feiyan could clearly feel the astonishing size, hardness, and heat of that penis.

Undoubtedly, this man would soon penetrate her, continuing to crush her spirit and then conquer her body. She had sworn never to be conquered by a man again, but now, facing this man who had completely seen through her and held her fatal weakness, a complete and utter conquest of both spirit and body was inevitable. The worst part was that this was a man she couldn't escape or kill. Thinking of this, a complex mix of anger, shame, fear, and helplessness overwhelmed her, leaving her completely at a loss.

Zi Teng's hands groped downwards along the exposed parts of her breasts, and just as both hands finally reached the top of her tight-fitting clothes and were about to meet, he suddenly pulled them apart. The sound of silk tearing was exceptionally crisp, and the smooth texture caused the tear to spread rapidly downwards. Soon, the bodysuit, completely torn in two, fell to either side of her body.

Zi Teng turned her around and pressed her against the tree. Her full breasts, no longer concealed, were now fully exposed. He immediately attacked again, grasping both mounds in his hands. The soft, elastic flesh felt in his hands excited him immensely as he kneaded them.

"Ugh...mmm..." Bu Feiyan could no longer resist, only able to pant and moan under his skilled teasing. The submissive yet subtly pleading sounds excited Zi Teng greatly. One hand worked even harder on her breasts, while the other slowly slid down her lower abdomen towards her genitals, then ripped off her panties.

"Ah...no...mmm..." Zi Teng's hand hovered around the outermost edge of the honey hole, circling back and forth, getting closer and closer to the most sensitive spot for a woman. With his progressive movements, Bu Feiyan's moans grew louder and her body became weaker and weaker. Before long, she leaned weakly back against the tree trunk, her hands involuntarily wrapping around Zi Teng's body, and even one leg unconsciously lifting up to wrap around his waist, shamelessly pulling back and demanding the approach and friction of his penis.

"You're so cooperative even when you're being raped. You really are a woman born to work at the Nine Phoenix Pavilion." Noticing Bu Feiyan's actions, Zi Teng said smugly. At the same time, he unzipped his pants, pulled out his already unbearable penis, rubbed it a few times on the other's already wet honey hole, and then aimed at the slit and thrust it in until it was completely inside.

"Ah!" The fullness, heat, and friction in her lower body made Bu Feiyan clearly feel the size, hardness, and heat of that penis. Her eyes, a mixture of shame and satisfaction, rolled back suddenly due to the intense pleasure of the friction. Her legs spread wide, and she desperately clung to Zi Teng, letting his thick penis ravage her body.

There was no need to be gentle with a woman like this! With this thought in mind, Zi Teng didn't give her any chance to adjust or catch her breath before starting to thrust rapidly. As the speed increased, the pleasure from the penis came in waves. His strong hands lifted Bu Feiyan's body high and down, supporting her plump buttocks, and his lower body also moved upwards with force. The double impact made each thrust of the penis go straight to her uterus.

"Ah... Wu... this..." After a brief period of discomfort, Bu Feiyan's wanton body had adapted to this storm-like frenzied impact. The intense friction on her vaginal walls and the waves of intense pleasure brought by each insertion of the penis hitting her cervix quickly turned her moans into cries of pleasure.

Her legs clenched tightly together, seeking more intense friction. Her enormous breasts rippled with the violent shaking of her body, and her lower body reacted more and more intensely. Her fleshy walls gripped his penis tightly, the folds of flesh wrapping around it like tentacles of a rope ladder. This highly cooperative response excited Zifeng even more. "Not bad, you slut. I'm going to have a good talk with Shiori and see if I can get her to take you with her when she marries into the family. After all, you're already one of our Xiling Prince's family." He continued thrusting while whispering in her ear.

"No...no...you can't...you can do me anytime, as long as no one else knows...

do me as much as you want..." Bu Feiyan gasped heavily, pleading in a muffled voice.

The pleading mixed with moans and cries stimulated Zifeng to thrust even harder. "You said it yourself, I want to do you as much as I want now!" He said, lowering his head to suck on the tip of one of her breasts, biting and playing with the nipple that was hard from her excitement.

"Ah! No..." A slight pain surged within the overwhelming pleasure, stimulating Bu Feiyan's nerves. Though she cried out "No!", the contractions within her vagina intensified. Amidst her mixed moans, howls, and pleas, Zi Teng thrust his penis in and out with maximum force.

Dozens, hundreds, thousands of thrusts—the relentless impact sent clear, intense contractions from her vagina—she was about to climax. Sensing this, Zi Teng began his most ferocious thrusts.

"Ah! Ah! Ah!" Her sensitive body, nearing climax, was subjected to even more intense impacts. Bu Feiyan's body arched like a spring, then slumped limply against Zi Teng.

Zi Teng gripped her shoulders tightly, shoving her back against the tree, the increased distance allowing for a final, powerful thrust. After making Bu Feiyan's body, hanging from the tree, tremble a hundred times, he finally thrust his penis into her cervix, ejaculating a large amount of white semen all at once.

He wasn't worried at all. The woman's identity and the leverage he held over her meant she would never dare to blackmail him with the issue of a child, and her background would make avoiding pregnancy a non-issue.

Staring blankly as Wisteria withdrew her penis and released her shoulder, Bu Feiyan slumped down under the tree, then looked at Wisteria again with pleading eyes, hoping at least for some clothes to cover herself.

However, Wisteria walked straight away without even turning her head. She breathed heavily, dazed, until her breathing completely calmed down, then abruptly stood up, her face contorted in a ferocious expression, and whirled around, grabbing the tree that Wisteria had used as an "accomplice" in raping her.

A deep, angry roar escaped her lips. Her long, orange-red hair danced wildly with rage, and her fingernails, half-clawed into the tree trunk, suddenly turned golden. With a deafening "Bang!", the tree trunk shattered as if filled with gunpowder. Equally terrifying as the explosion was her cathartic roar: "Beast! Beast! Beast!

" She shouted, her head thrown back, amidst the flying wood chips.

"Who angered our eldest sister like this?" A voice suddenly echoed through the empty woods. Although she couldn't see anyone, Bu Feiyan recognized the voice—Xiahou Lian.

"It's you? What are you doing here?" The reply was cold. Zhuo Shi had no liking for this junior who always acted arrogantly.

"I have a task for you." Xiahou Lian emerged from the shadows, her pristine white short cheongsam a stark contrast to Bu Feiyan's disheveled appearance.

“Just have an informant deliver the mission. How can two phoenixes appear in the same mission area at the same time? That’s against the rules.” Bu Feiyan said irritably, picking up the bodysuit torn in half from the ground. She wrapped one half around her waist to cover her vulva, which was still seeping with a mixture of semen and vaginal fluid, as well as the lace at the end of her stockings stained with that liquid. The other half was used as a makeshift bra.

“There’s no other way. This target is too special.” “Who is it?” The other party’s cryptic tone made Bu Feiyan a little uneasy.

“It’s the guy who just made you half-dead.” Xiahou Lian laughed.

“Him?” Bu Feiyan was surprised. Putting aside this person’s status in the two royal palaces, just his relationship with Xiahou Qin… plus the fact that this order came when Xiahou Qin was missing and had not returned, made her vaguely smell a conspiracy.

“The Nine Phoenix Token is here. Do you still have any questions, elder sister?” Xiahou Lian, who was prepared, revealed her trump card.

Bu Feiyan stared for a while, seemingly finding nothing unusual. "No, I just think that such a big matter, shouldn't we wait for Xiao Qinzi to come back before discussing it?" But she was still uneasy.

"It's precisely because the matter is so big that it needs to be resolved as soon as possible to prevent things from changing over time!"

Chapter

8: The Conspiracy Begins

. Zi Teng strode quickly into the room, trying to ignore the astonished looks from the guards who had greeted her earlier. After all, she couldn't blame them; one was shirtless and the other unconscious—this combination certainly gave people plenty of room for imagination.

This was a two-story suite. Upon entering, the first floor served as guest rooms for meetings and tea. Going up the stairs, there was a short corridor leading to two bedrooms. Zi Teng hesitated for a moment, then randomly chose a door to go in, letting the still unconscious Luo Xue lie down on the bed, gently covering her with a blanket, and quietly leaving the room.

Although the girl should be alright, she was still a little worried… Well, at least she should say hello to the person she was sharing the room with before going back. Thinking this, Wisteria walked through the porch and down the stairs. Just as she was wondering how to find him, she bumped into him directly in the living room.

Jinguji Yui had clearly changed; she was no longer wearing the plain silk dress she wore during the day, and her traditional hairstyle had been relaxed. Her soft pink, shoulder-length hair cascaded gently over her shoulders, and her shapely figure, encased in a matching kimono, was dazzling.

Seemingly oblivious to Wisteria approaching from the side, she continued to elegantly enjoy the tranquility of the night while holding her teacup.

"Hmm, suddenly a few lines of poetry came to mind: 'After half the night has passed, in a secluded mountain forest, a young girl practices her asceticism, when suddenly a pervert appears…'"

After a moment of silence, she seemed to begin talking to herself again.

"Please, for a gentleman who just brought an unconscious lady back to her room, calling him a pervert is too much, and besides, are you deliberately ignoring me?" Wisteria

found Sho somewhat amusing.

Jinguji Yui had clearly noticed his presence long ago; she simply put down her teacup without showing any particular surprise. She simply gestured for Wisteria to sit beside her and asked in a slightly serious tone, "So, may I ask you, sir, what happened to the child?"

"Something happened, and she seems very tired. She's asleep right now,"

Wisteria replied truthfully.

"Oh? Did you do something that would make her tired? But it doesn't matter. Anyway, we'll mostly be part of Miss's dowry. In that case, please take responsibility for supporting both me and this girl after you marry Miss,"

Jinguji Yui said with a smile.

"This... Regardless of the truth, it seems a bit inappropriate to call a living person part of the dowry. Also, please don't let your imagination run wild. I didn't do anything."

Wisteria suddenly realized that although this woman was very gentle with her, she was probably even more difficult to deal with than Falling Snow.

"That's a pity... Although I'd like to say that, perhaps I should be thankful. If I had lost my temper and done something to this girl under those circumstances, I'm afraid Miss and I would both be very disappointed in you."

Jinguji Yui maintained her smile.

"...Do I look like the kind of person who would do something like that?"

Fujito scratched her head.

"Men are inherently lustful; the difference lies in the degree to which they can control their desires. At least in this respect, young master, you're certainly not as despicable as the rumors suggest,"

Jinguji Yui continued with a smile, then changed the subject, "Speaking of which, what exactly happened before? Or rather, most importantly, what did you do?"

she suddenly asked.

"Uh, there was a reason for that,"

Fujito explained somewhat guiltily.

"...Judging from your tone, it seems you did something not so easy to talk about?"

Jinguji Yui had an "I knew it" expression.

"You're really perceptive,"

Fujito said helplessly.

"No, I just wanted to get you to tell me... Anyway, you've let it slip, so there's no way to hide anything anymore."

Faced with Fujito's somewhat helpless tone, Jinguji Yui's response remained a smile.

"I understand..."

Urged on by her smile, Fujito honestly recounted the whole story.

After hearing Fujito's words, Jinguji Yui sighed heavily, then stared intently at his face before suddenly moving closer to him. "

Thank you so much for being so understanding of her..."

she suddenly reached out and grabbed Fujito's hands.

Fujito was stunned; this reaction was unexpected. She didn't seem like a senior he'd known, nor a gossipy observer, but rather like a mother concerned for her daughter. "

Uh... Miss Jinguji? What's wrong?"

he asked, somewhat surprised.

"Nothing... I just feel at peace. At least, even if I'm gone, someone can make her happy."

Her vague answer only deepened Fujito's confusion, for it sounded like someone who had seen through life and death was finding solace in the only loved one she couldn't let go of. But before he could ask again, her body suddenly reacted strangely.

As if electrified, Jinguji Yui's body trembled violently. She hastily pushed Fujito away, collapsing into a chair the moment they separated, a silvery current coursing through her body, centered on her chest.

"Don't touch me, or you'll get caught in the effects of the Curse of Annihilation too..."

Even though she couldn't move, she still tried to warn Wisteria.

Zi Teng paused for a moment, then completely ignored her warning. "Excuse me!"

He quickly parted the fabric at the chest area where the electric current was concentrated. On the upper hemisphere of his breast near his heart, a mysterious seal-like pattern was faintly visible, as if something was about to break free from behind the massive current.

Without time to think, almost reflexively, Zi Teng pricked his finger and drew the seal's mark on his right palm. He activated it with a spell and pressed it against the half-disappeared seal. The breast felt soft and warm to the touch, but he had no mind to savor it. First came a numbing electric shock, then something seemed to be drawing his hand away, making it impossible for him to pull it back.

Next, an almost dreamlike hallucination struck. A huge, silver-white wolf pounced on him, its porcupine-like brown fur crackling with blinding electricity. Immediately afterward, a blurry figure shrouded in golden light descended from the sky. Under the suppression of the golden light, the giant wolf shrank considerably, so much so that it was trampled underfoot by the figure. A blurry figure turned and reached out a hand. Just as that hand touched Zi Teng's chest, the figure suddenly became clearer.

"You..."

Zi Teng was stunned. The woman who appeared as she became clearer was almost identical to her mother and master, only slightly younger, less cold in temperament and expression, and her hair and pupils shimmered with an unnatural golden hue.

"Then, I, a humble woman, will have to take care of you from now on..."

the woman spoke, but those were the last words Zi Teng heard before losing consciousness...

The melodious chirping of crickets echoed in the grass behind the county government office. On the window of the guest room that should have been Zi Teng's room, Marlan lay flat, completely naked, as if asleep. Suddenly, her beautiful sapphire eyes opened, and faint, electric-like fluctuations flashed across her pupils.

Trying to maintain a normal breathing rhythm, she intently used her bare skin to capture the subtle fluctuations in the air. The alarm from the Holy Power and the unusual activity in the air clearly told her that a crossbow was already drawn and aimed at her nearby courtyard. "

Good, this is my chance to test my abilities," Marlan thought. "I absolutely must stop that arrow!" Her teacher wouldn't even let a faster, more deadly bullet get close, so there was no reason she couldn't stop it!

Suddenly, she seemed to hear her teacher's voice as if she were being instructed.

"Concentrate, you can see it."

...

Yes, even through the walls and tents, she could clearly visualize the angle and speed at which the arrow left the bowstring.

"Keep your eyes on it; to you, it's as slow as a snail."

...

Yes, although it felt like it accelerated the moment it was released, time seemed to slow down all at once, like a jammed magical communication screen. It slowly approached the crack in the window, its trajectory clearly visible...

"Have confidence; your holy power is enough to withstand anything."

...

Close your eyes and concentrate all your attention on the arrow that was already halfway into the window...

Clang!

"With a crisp sound, the arrow lost its flight ability and fell to the ground as if it had hit an invisible wall.

She did it! Marlan jumped up, trying to suppress her excitement. While wrapping herself in the sheet, she summoned a pair of swords from beside the bed. One flew straight out the window, following the trajectory of the arrow. At the same time, she grabbed the other sword, leaped out of the room, and jumped towards the direction the arrow had come from.

However, when she arrived at the location, there was no trace of the attackers. Only the flying sword remained, stuck in a tree, with an unknown thread hanging from its blade. Seeing this, Marlan's lips curled into a slight smile… Jinguji

Yui laboriously carried the wisteria to the only long couch in the room where she could lie down, then collapsed exhausted into a chair beside it. For her, having just been pulled back from the brink of death, moving a man weighing nearly 75 kilograms was no easy task.

Catching her breath, she looked at her bare chest with some confusion. The original Xuanmen seal had disappeared, replaced by a strange pattern resembling the claw of a ferocious beast—generally, when this pattern reappeared on someone her age, it usually meant her death. But now, not only was she alive, but even the curse reactions that had been tormenting her seemed to have been temporarily suppressed.

What was going on? Jinguji Yui calmed herself and began searching for answers in her previous memories. At that time, he did indeed intend to use his own blood as a medium to repair the seal on the verge of collapse, but judging from the current result, it was clearly a failure. If that's the case, why didn't the seal of destruction activate after it broke free?

"Could it be..."

Jinguji Yui suddenly remembered the special bloodline of this future son-in-law. She staggered to her feet and went to pull the right hand of the still unconscious Shito. Her palm was clean, as if it had just been carefully washed—the seal pattern drawn with blood had disappeared. This was illogical. Even if the seal repair had worked, it wouldn't have disappeared so completely. It felt as if the blood used to inscribe the seal had been absorbed by something.

Blood? Yes, the key was his blood. Even if only half of his bloodline was inherited, it was still phoenix blood! The purpose of the seal of destruction was to forcibly increase one's energy by overdrawing life force to control power exceeding the limits of human endurance. Therefore, theoretically, it could also replenish the overdrawn life force by absorbing powerful energy.

Phoenix blood undoubtedly contains immense energy. Even such a small amount was enough to suppress the eruption of the Seal of Annihilation, albeit temporarily. But if a larger quantity or a higher energy concentration could be introduced… "

I… what am I thinking…"

Jinguji Yui blushed. The only thing purer than blood was that liquid, the essence of a man!

"Ugh…"

Jinguji Yui looked helplessly at the still-sleeping Fujito. It was the first time since her fiancé's death that she had so closely observed the expression of a sleeping man. Fujito's calm face was like that of a child.

She wasn't surprised; after all, this man was only under twenty. However, the contrast between Fujito's current appearance and his usual mature, seemingly weathered yet never-say-die demeanor was too stark.

His sleeping face, his steady breathing, his slightly rising and falling chest… Jinguji Yui looked at his completely unguarded state. The slightly damp summer air and refreshing breeze flowed in through the open window, gently swaying the curtains and playing with her bangs. The chirping of insects and the patter of dew in the yard added background music to the scene.

This person… she didn't feel any resistance to being with him. After such betrayal and forced possession, there was still a man she was willing to approach and… If… she had that kind of relationship with him, there shouldn't be any problem with aversion, and it could even save her life…

“No!”

She suddenly trembled. What had she just been doing?! She was so embarrassed that she couldn't believe it herself. Not counting the time she was raped by her brother, this was the first time in her life that she had wavered to the point of forgetting to breathe. Jinguji Yui's face flushed uncontrollably, her heart pounding violently. Those instinctive desires that she had suppressed, hidden, and restrained within her heart, those feminine emotions that she had deliberately tried not to think about, all overflowed, uncontrollably.

She desperately berated herself internally. She had repeatedly told herself she couldn't do this, because she knew deep down that this person didn't belong to her, because she had already intended to entrust the child to him. What should she do… if that really happened…

“It's alright… it's okay…”

she repeated in a trembling, tiny voice. It's alright, this isn't betrayal, nor is it stealing someone else's love; it's just to keep living, she told herself, trying to convince herself.

Jinguji Yui tried her best to convince herself: No matter what, I still want to live. Even if I can't acknowledge the child, at least I hope to see her happy.

It should be alright, at least as long as I can deceive the child, because the child is currently unconscious and won't find out, so it must be alright, and I must finish it quickly no matter what.

Jinguji Yui took a deep breath, letting the warm breath sway against her chest. She stopped thinking and hurriedly got up to prepare, even though her face was still flushed and her heart was pounding…

In the hazy moonlight of the mountain forest at midnight, two figures ran through it, finally stopping after a long while. Although they had run a considerable distance, their breathing remained steady. Almost at the same moment they stopped, a dark figure landed on the ground from the treetop like a large bird.

“How was it?”

The black-clad figure who landed seemed to be the leader, directly asking the two men.

“That woman was indeed troublesome, but fortunately, nothing serious happened,”

one of them replied.

“That’s good…”

The leader breathed a slight sigh of relief, but then suddenly became alert. “What’s that behind you?”

he exclaimed. “Ah?”

The other man suddenly noticed some barely perceptible blue powder on the seam of his torn clothing at the lower back.

Just as he was startled, a figure shot out from the forest like an arrow. "She's incredibly fast. If it were an ordinary paladin, she would have lost her by now. Luckily, my teacher taught me some skills from her previous profession."

Marlan said with a hint of pride, looking at the slightly surprised crowd before him.

The three people opposite him were initially taken aback, but relaxed when they realized they were facing only one person. "Hmph! You choose the path to hell when there's one to choose from,"

the leader in black sneered. Then, with a whistle, dozens of men in black slid down from the trees and surrounded them from all directions.

"Well? Looks like I'm going to die here today?"

Marlan's voice was somewhat low, and his head seemed to droop in dejection, but only for a moment. "Not at all!"

He raised his face again, still with a calm smile.

"For centuries, the strength of an army has largely depended on its numbers, but from today onward, all that will be overturned. This was probably the most shocking statement in the Western Continent twenty years ago..."

Marlan seemed to be talking about something unrelated, while slowly reaching into her collar.

"What do you mean?"

The assassins who surrounded her seemed a little intimidated, looking at her with confusion. The leader in black asked.

"Yes... what do I mean?"

She tore off the gemstone necklace around her neck, crushing the largest sapphire in her hand. With a shattering sound, a huge six-pointed star was drawn on the ground beneath Marlan's feet. She herself disappeared into a bright pillar of light that rose up. After a series of mechanical sounds, like the workings of countless parts such as gears, springs, pulleys, and wires, a huge metallic head suddenly emerged from the ground covered by the pillar of light.

The shape of the head looked similar to a human wearing a knight's helmet, but it was clearly a single structure made of some kind of solid metal. The spike on its forehead alone was as thick as an adult human arm.

The air was filled with the sound of metal scraping against metal. Shoulders, hands, torso… Only when the massive construct was fully revealed did the stunned assassins finally see its complete form.

It was a blue steel giant nearly 10 meters tall, its entire body covered in rough-hewn, semi-modular armor. Only the eyes, joints and connecting parts, and the shoulders near the torso shimmered with different colors. On either side of its waist hung a metal structure resembling an inverted speedboat with tail fins, the large cannon-like holes at the tail pointing backward. In its hands and on its shoulders were what appeared to be modular cannons with supports, a pair of cannons of different sizes arranged vertically. On the outer sides of its shoulders were two sets of long, rectangular metal blocks hanging symmetrically, and on the massive metal support on its back were a pair of longswords that were particularly conspicuous.

Leaving the vanished pillar of light and the shattered six-pointed star behind, the blue steel giant moved. Propelled by the violent jets of air from the nozzles at the rear of the boat-shaped structure at its waist, its massive body, over 8 meters tall, leaped out like a predatory beast. Sharp blades adorning its forearms and calves pierced the dark night sky.

The dull thud of a heavy object hitting the ground was accompanied by the grating sound of metal scraping against metal. The cannon-like weapon in its right hand crashed to the ground, and simultaneously, the support on its right side slid the hilt of its longsword over its shoulder. With fluid grace, the giant drew the longsword fixed to the support on its back. What should have been a hard, heavy metal greatsword, under the giant's swing, transformed into the flowing white sleeves of a dancer, and with another flick of the wrist, it seemed to become a verdant, youthful flower.

Using the momentum of his fall, he unleashed deadly slashes, cleanly cleaving several assassins, along with the trees, in two. In a 360-degree spin, his hand, acting as a cushion after landing, reaped lives with the simplest of killing moves. His left hand, wielding a cannon-like weapon, smoothly spewed forth a continuous stream of metal arrow-shaped projectiles and swarms of spherical bullets. Faced with the whirlwind of blades and the torrential rain of bullets, even the assassins clinging to distant trees had nowhere to escape. The faint moonlight filtering through the trees in the darkness illuminated the mangled corpses and splattered blood.

Faced with such carnage, the black-clad leader, who had narrowly escaped the first wave of attacks, watched in fear and bewilderment as the giant, like a god descending to earth, nimbly maneuvered, continuing the dance of death. He barely managed to dodge the giant sword that cleaved his companion in two, but the ensuing hail of bullets ultimately reduced him and his last remaining men to a bloody pulp…

The air was filled with the refreshing scent of grass, the chirping of cicadas overlapping and spreading all around. The sky was an azure blue, the rain clouds had vanished, and the sun shone brightly, illuminating the world. This was a beautiful scene that he would never forget once he had seen it. But why couldn't he remember it at all? Was it because so much time had passed that he had completely forgotten it?

A new figure appeared in the scene—a little girl with short green hair. She ran out and came to the foot of the setting sun.

Playing hide-and-seek, climbing trees, finding where the small crystals were hidden, or catching the larger water striders, she played happily in the sunlight with a childlike smile. After a long time, while tidying her slightly disheveled clothes, the girl seemed to notice something and hurriedly got up and ran back.

"Mommy, Mommy..."

The girl who ran up to her opened her clothes at the chest, revealing a strange black mark on her skin near her heart, shaped like a whirlwind. "What... what is this?"

she asked anxiously. Through the girl's wide, puzzled eyes, the image seen in her pupils was... Jinguji Yui, only seemingly younger.

Ah... I see... Fujito suddenly realized, this wasn't a dream.

"..."

A long silence followed, Fujito could even clearly feel the anxious atmosphere in the air. "It's okay... it's not a big problem, Yuki, close your eyes, Mommy will heal you in no time."

She finally answered.

"Mmm...don't hurt..."

The girl obediently closed her eyes.

Zifang heard the sound of incantations and prayers, but it wasn't healing; it seemed to be sealing. Before he could figure it out, a trembling hand appeared from his position, but instead of reaching for the girl's chest, it targeted her forehead...

He woke up at the most crucial moment. Zifang squinted, somewhat confused, and then suddenly felt a sense of oppression, as if something was pressing on his chest. Although he was definitely awake, his vision was completely dark.

"Even at night...what's going on...this feeling of being pressed down..."

He looked up with sleepy eyes, and what came into view was an alluring fleshy ball—two fleshy mounds close together, forming a deep valley.

"This..."

Zifang was fully awake, but he was also temporarily stunned. However, because his face was completely buried in those sweaty, soft fleshy mounds, he didn't have time to think. Instead, he started having difficulty breathing and his face turned bright red.

Jinguji Yui, her sleeping posture rather unseemly, her pajamas disheveled and tousled, lay peacefully asleep beside him. Her face, so close yet so unguarded, exuded a maternal and mature charm. It was the face of a classic Eastern beauty, like a doll meticulously crafted by a master artisan: a small face, cheeks as smooth as white porcelain, and lips as delicate as a blooming flower. Her usual gentle yet cunning expression had vanished, and her beautiful pink hair lay flat on the bed.

But at this moment, these beautiful features seemed to serve only to accentuate her breasts. Although their size was only slightly above average for the well-traveled Fujito, their shape and texture were so perfect that even though she was lying on her side, the standard bell shape didn't appear out of place due to her weight. The two round, full mounds pushed the pink pajamas open to the sides, and Fujito couldn't help but swallow hard at the glimpse of two cherry blossom-colored nipples peeking out from the open lapels.

Fujito tried to push her away, but his outstretched hand grasped the soft breast that had just been buried in his face. He could clearly feel the firmness of the protruding tip and the soft, wonderful flesh of the main body.

"Mistake... um..."

At the same time, Jinguji Yui, whose cheeks were slightly flushed from having her breast grasped, let out a sweet moan. "Gently... gently..."

She frowned as if in distress.

"Sorry... I..."

Fujito quickly explained, thinking he had woken her up. However, his hand moved in the opposite direction. The breast seemed to have a strong magnetic force, causing his hand to sink deeper into the soft flesh. Between his fingers, the nipple hardened from being squeezed.

"Ugh... Yuki... huff... um... don't bite so hard... Mommy will..."

Jinguji Yui smiled again, talking in her sleep with a happy voice. She

was dreaming again... was she feeding her child this time? Seeing that she hadn't woken up, Fujito breathed a sigh of relief.

“Naughty boy…”

But then, another unexpected situation arose. While still asleep, Jinguji Yui suddenly reached out and wrapped her arms around Fujito’s back, seemingly trying to pull him into her embrace. Fujito, clutching her breasts, found himself in an even more difficult state of breathing.

But that wasn’t the worst of it, because Fujito felt his penis was already erect, and even more seriously, it was pressing against her vulva. “

This…this is troublesome…”

Even though he tried desperately to suppress it, the pleasure of the friction against the tip of his penis was still overwhelming.

Reluctantly, Fujito pushed Jinguji Yui away forcefully, but with this movement, her already parted nightgown completely lost its ability to cover her front. Fujito, whose vision had been obstructed by the closeness of her breasts, could now fully scan this alluring body. Her full, soft thighs were exposed, and even through the thin hem of her nightgown, the beautiful sheen of her skin was visible. Even the smooth curves of her abdomen were partially revealed.

"This...where is this..."

Jinguji Yui finally woke up, but Fujito couldn't relax. Objectively speaking, no matter how you explained it, the current situation looked like the scene of an attempted sexual crime, because his lower body was already showing an obvious reaction.

However, what he didn't know was that Jinguji Yui was just as nervous as he was: he had planned to take Fujito back to his room and finish things while he was unconscious, but he was too weak and had fallen asleep after moving him to the bed. When he woke up, he was in this blushing and heart-pounding scene.

"Young...Young Master..."

Jinguji Yui half-opened his sleepy eyes and nervously lowered his head, unaware that his slight changes in expression and posture were amplifying the other man's male instincts even more. Quietly glancing over, she saw Fujito panting and clumsily trying to catch his breath, as if his rationality had collapsed halfway and he had barely managed to hit the brakes. She finally relaxed a little.

"I...I'm sorry, Miss Jinguji..."

"N-nothing...it's not your fault, sir..."

Although it was a plain and straightforward apology, they both felt each other's hearts pounding rapidly, making the situation even more awkward.

"Rakuyuki...is she your daughter?"

To avoid thinking about the awkward scene from before, Fujito recalled the dream, connecting it with the subsequent sleep-talking and the previous unusual behavior. After thinking for a long time, he finally asked tentatively.

"Why...why do you...know..."

As if someone had suddenly touched a sore spot, Jinguji Yui trembled and asked in astonishment, her mouth agape.

"You sealed her memories of her origins, didn't you..."

Fujito didn't answer her. "That girl has had a hard time because of it. Even when she was unconscious, she kept saying why she couldn't remember her mother's face."

Despite her head lowering further, he continued.

"Don't...don't say anymore!"

Jinguji Yui seemed to want to escape Fujito's voice. She suddenly retreated to the bedside, creating distance and glaring at Fujito with an agitated expression.

Wisteria revealed a truth she absolutely refused to accept: Because of your choice, Fallen Snow is now suffering greatly.

It was a fact she had long been aware of yet selectively ignored, a key to unearthing her most vulnerable, buried deep within her subconscious. The guilt she had suppressed for so long surged forth uncontrollably!

When she resolved to seal her memories, realized she would lose her position as a mother, and would never hear her call her that name again until her death, Jinguji Yui never let anyone make the decision for her, nor did she ask for help from anyone. She had always made her own decisions and bore the consequences alone.

In fact, many people opposed this decision—her master, her mistress, her wife… but she never heeded their objections or rebuttals. She simply gritted her teeth and tried her best to give her daughter happiness in her own way. This was true in the past, and it will be true in the future; she has always been prepared to endure this alone.

At this moment, her last line of defense was crumbling! If Fujito hadn't discovered anything, or if he had only offered a tentative objection like others without fully revealing the truth, she wouldn't have wavered to this extent. But he had seen through everything and spoken of it all. Forced to acknowledge that fact, she truly couldn't bear to go on alone anymore!

"What do you know? Do you think I wanted this? If there were any other way, what mother would want this?

" Jinguji Yui didn't know how to respond to Fujito's words. She weakly shook her head in refusal, the pain almost bringing tears to her eyes.

Fujito reached out, trying to comfort her by stroking her cheek.

"Don't touch me!"

Jinguji Yui lowered her head, avoiding his approaching hand. She didn't want to show her true, helpless self. She didn't want the man her daughter depended on to see her weakness. She didn't want him to think she wasn't qualified to be a mother. This was the only thing she absolutely couldn't accept after paying such a high price.

So Jinguji Yui tried to run away, but Fujito grabbed her hand, the force so strong it hurt her wrist. "Tell me everything!"

he commanded.

"No!"

To hide her trembling voice from Fujito, Jinguji Yui bit her lip, refusing with all her might.

"So you're going to keep this bottled up for the rest of your life? Let her suffer with you for the rest of her life?"

But Fujito rejected her insistence with a firm and resolute tone, while simultaneously holding her tightly.

"Ah?"

Jinguji Yui stopped breathing, not only from shock, but also due to physical factors—Fujito's attitude was too forceful, his actions went beyond a mere embrace, bordering on brutal. The more Jinguji Yui tried to escape, the tighter he held her, as if telling her that all resistance was futile. "

Tell me everything!"

he insisted.

Jinguji Yui seemed to realize that she could no longer resist, and her strength slowly drained away... "

Waaah!..."

Her endurance finally reached its limit, and tears naturally streamed down her face. Jinguji Yui buried her face in Fujito's chest, not wanting him to see her crying. Fujito held her tightly, her shoulders trembling as she tried to suppress her sobs.

Jinguji Yui's body seemed to melt from the inside out; her strength gradually relaxed, becoming soft and boneless. "

Do you know my surname?"

Quietly indulging in the feeling of having someone to rely on, she finally spoke.

"It should be the family of the God-made General of Yaruji, right? Your ancestors were apparently master craftsmen of magical artifacts in the Xuanmen?"

Fujito replied.

"Yes..."

Leaving Fujito's embrace, Jinguji Yui calmed herself down a bit. "Back then, when my ancestors crossed the sea with the imperial family, they took three unused Soul Steel Armors from the Xuanmen. They were originally intended for research, but later, as the wars of annexation between the shogunates intensified, my ancestors had no choice but to find a way to use them."

"Wait, I remember the Xuanmen records saying that those three armors exceeded the limits of human endurance, so they shouldn't be usable, right?"

Fujito interjected.

“Yes, so in order to forcibly enhance the body’s endurance, our ancestor placed the Mark of Destruction on three family members, including himself. Those with this mark can use Soul Steel Armor, but the price is an extremely shortened lifespan and unpredictable, excruciating pain. From then on, the three marks were passed down from generation to generation, which is why there is a real legend that no one in our family lives past thirty.”

At this point, Jinguji Yui sighed deeply.

“I understand. What you saw on her chest when she was little was…”

“Yes, that was one of them, the mark pattern corresponding to the Windwalker Armor Night Wolf. I completely panicked at the time. I didn’t know what to do. I just thought that maybe if she lost all her memories, the child could break away from this family, and maybe she would be alright. I really didn’t want her to live such a hard life. I just wanted her to live peacefully, not like me…”

As she spoke, Jinguji Yui’s voice became tearful again.

Fujiwara gently patted her shoulder in a comforting tone, “But, is this really okay? You’ll probably never hear her call you ‘Mom’ again.”

He asked softly.

“It’s alright, as long as I can see her safe… see her…”

As she said this, Jinguji Yui seemed to remember something, “Actually, when it flared up before, your blood seemed to suppress the Mark of Destruction.

” She looked somewhat hesitant.

“Do you need my blood?”

Fujito asked.

“An amount that isn’t needed is probably too much for the human body to handle… but… actually, there’s another kind of energy that’s purer and easier to absorb and utilize than blood… it’s… it’s… a man’s… semen…”

Jinguji Yui lowered her head, her voice as soft as a mosquito’s buzz. After a long, embarrassing silence, she spoke very softly. “

… this, um, young master, if you don’t mind my unlucky body, could you… could you allow me to serve you in bed today?”

Jinguji Yui’s cheeks flushed red, her pupils showing a hint of timidity, yet also a hint of expectation. The expression of a virgin on her first night made Fujito’s body tremble.

He didn't answer, nor did he refuse; he simply pulled her into his arms. In this situation, any words were meaningless; he wasn't confident he could control his body, which was already fully prepared.

"Is...is it possible?"

After whispering this, Jinguji Yui, trying to muster the courage to face men again, sniffed, letting the masculine scent of Fujito fill her chest.

"Ah, ha...Young Master, um...ah..."

Fujito's hand had already reached for her breasts. The rough texture of his hands stroking her chest caused Jinguji Yui's body to tremble violently.

Fujito's breathing was also somewhat erratic, but he remained focused on kneading the flesh in his hands. The soft, supple, and elastic feel captivated him, and gradually, his movements became more vigorous.

"Ugh... Ah... It hurts... I hate it! Young... Young Master... Be gentle..."

Jinguji Yui couldn't help but let out pitiful gasps, as her sensitive areas were being vigorously rubbed, and the originally fair and smooth skin of her breasts instantly turned a light pink. Gradually, she began to feel a long-lost, sweet pain in her lower abdomen that drove her reason to madness.

Jinguji Yui's subconscious trembling gradually accelerated, and her legs became increasingly hot and wet, as if she were being teased and couldn't calm down, rubbing her knees together back and forth, and twisting her waist incessantly. "

Hoo... Ugh..."

Unable to endure it any longer, she let out a series of moans.

Fujito gently pushed her body away a little, and at the same time, he casually pulled open the belt of her nightgown, and the already wide-open silk nightgown slid down onto the sheets, revealing a dazzling snow-white body underneath.

Then, he began to take off his clothes. In an instant, Jinguji Yui, who had only been trembling slightly, screamed and curled up into a ball by the bed, timidly looking up at Shidou's questioning eyes. "I...I'm sorry...I have...bad experiences...I used to..."

she answered, trembling.

"Could you... let me not look at you..."

After a while, Jinguji Yui asked softly.

"Understood. Turn around, support yourself with your arms, crawl and raise your buttocks..."

Fujito carefully instructed, then knelt silently at Jinguji Yui's feet. Seemingly because of the previous attack on her breasts, her vision of her vulva was already overflowing. Fujito brought her face close, the scent of sweat between her legs and the smell of female fluids rushing into his nostrils.

The petal-like flesh walls parted slightly with excitement, the sensitive area inside receiving Fujito's breath, causing Jinguji Yui's entire body to tremble. Then, Fujito slowly licked the vulva before him with her tongue.

"Ah!"

The sensation of lips and tongue pressing on her most sensitive spot made Jinguji Yui grip the flipped-up flyer tightly with both hands. "

Ah!"

As Fujito continued to suckle at the secret orifice, his mouth was soon covered with a sticky, clear liquid, and Jinguji Yui, writhing in pain, couldn't help but moan.

"Are you feeling it yet? How about this next?"

With his hands supporting the swaying buttocks in front of him, Fujito suddenly forced his tongue into Jinguji Yui's private parts. In an instant, he felt a tremor spread throughout her body from the flesh of her buttocks in his hands.

"Ah? Aunt...Master...No...Don't...This...It's so, so, so embarrassing...No..."

Although she said this, Jinguji Yui's body was still trembling excitedly under the stimulation of pleasure. She felt this strange pleasure with a troubled expression.

Fujito withdrew his tongue and used his hands to slightly open the honey hole in front of him, revealing the cute protrusion below. Then, while playfully blowing air onto it, he continued to lick and play with it.

"Ah! There...no...I...can't...don't..."

Enduring the stimulation emanating from her honeypot, Jinguji Yui maintained a bound yet somewhat intoxicated expression. Her dazed moans and excessive physical reactions excited Fujito. Each time his tongue slid along the soft flesh of her honeypot, Jinguji Yui's body would writhe, instinctively gripping the sheets beneath her, emitting cute, soft moans.

"...So amazing, Miss Jinguji's inside...there's a constant flow of lewd fluid...so filthy..."

Fujito deliberately further stimulated her with words.

"No...no...no...because...I haven't...for many years...and now suddenly being bullied like this by my son-in-law...it's all...my son-in-law's fault..."

Jinguji Yui gasped, offering a confused rebuttal. Her shameful and embarrassed appearance immediately fueled Fujito's desire to continue teasing her.

“Isn’t that good? In that case… Miss Jinguji… then I’ll stop…”

As he said this, Fujito got up and lay on Jinguji Yui’s back, gently stroking her breasts.

“No… no… please, please come… young master… please give it to me…”

Jinguji Yui, now truly in a daze, became somewhat anxious.

“Give you what? Is it this?”

Maintaining the position of pressing against her back, Fujito slightly arched his back, the tip of his penis rubbing against her vulva.

“I… I hate it… don’t bully me anymore…”

Jinguji Yui’s intermittent words, tinged with sobs, brought Fujito’s excitement to its peak.

“Then I’m coming…”

The glans slowly pushed towards the entrance of her vulva, sending the tip of his penis into Jinguji Yui’s body.

“Ugh… mmm…”

Jinguji Yui’s body trembled violently, while the tight walls of her vulva warmly welcomed the newcomer, the intense heat instantly enveloping Fujito’s penis.

"So tight... It really has been many years, hasn't it?"

Fujito asked. Jinguji Yui barely had the strength to answer, only nodding. "So... are you alright? Doesn't it hurt?"

Fujito was a little worried after getting an answer.

"...No, it's fine... just, just a little..."

Jinguji Yui's voice was timid, trembling slightly.

Was she scared? Just like she said, did she have bad experiences in this area before? ...If that's the case, I need to find a way to make her more comfortable. "

Well, I'm moving now..."

Fujito said.

"Yes... yes, yes... ah..."

Fujito slowly began to thrust, each movement causing Jinguji Yui's body to tremble briefly and frequently, and in just a few moments, she instinctively began to surrender to pleasure.

"How does it feel... is it comfortable?"

Fujito asked while subtly increasing the intensity of the movements.

"Yes, yes... this... is indeed the case..."

Jinguji Yui lowered her head, seemingly ashamed of her body's reaction.

“Well… I’m going to go faster now…”

While kissing Jinguji Yui’s trembling back, he hooked his arm around her shoulder and, using it as a fulcrum, increased the speed of his thrusts.

“Ah… wait… slower… this, so…”

The sounds of friction, the impact of strong abdominal muscles against delicate buttocks, and Jinguji Yui’s adorable, dazed moans quickly filled the room.

“Such a cute voice… Miss Jinguji… you really don’t seem like a woman your age, you’re acting like a young girl…”

Fujito continued to increase the speed, while gently pulling on Jinguji Yui’s hair to allow for deeper penetration.

“Ah… aunt, sir… that, that won’t do… too, too deep… too… too fast… please… please be gentle… no… please continue… please… even more…”

The surging pleasure made Jinguji Yui say completely contradictory requests, somewhat at a loss.

“…I’m completely confused…So…do you want it gentler…or even more?”

Stroking the smooth, soft back before her, Fujito asked with a wicked grin.

“Whatever…anything is fine…please continue…it feels so good…I feel…all my strength…is gone…”

Crying like this, Jinguji Yui’s upper body collapsed onto the bed, her entire body trembling violently before beginning to spasm. At the same time, Fujito felt the penis deep inside her being squeezed tighter and tighter…

After the brief but brutal slaughter, the forest fell silent again. The blue giant stood proudly, its cannon, slightly overheated from continuous firing, hissing softly in the cool, damp night air. Marlan’s body sat motionless like a vegetable within the space protected by the giant’s chest armor, but she wasn’t unconscious; it was just that her soul’s commands to control the body outside her head had been intercepted and transmitted to the giant.

Despite the dim light and lack of any openings in the cramped space, her blue pupils still reflected the scene in the surrounding mountains and forests—a view seen through the giant's eyes: not a single intact tree remained; everywhere were hollows formed by solid metal spheres embedded in the soil, and metal arrow-shaped projectiles protruding from the ground. Furthermore, there was a profusion of blood and mangled, unrecognizable pieces of flesh. Despite the arduous training that had forged her spirit into an incredibly resilient form, she couldn't help but feel an urge to vomit.

Finally calming herself, she quietly gazed at the carnage she had created. Undoubtedly, it was a complete victory, but Marlan felt no excitement. This wasn't a battle; it was a massacre, or rather, torture.

"Eastern mysticism and Yin-Yang arts are fundamentally the same as our magic. Although both sides have their strengths in the research, development, use, and practice of spells, the West has always been ahead in the practical application of magical energy due to research in engineering, physics, and alchemy, especially the extensive use of magic crystals in various fields. In particular, in the last twenty years or so, due to the in-depth research on the excavation of ancient civilizations and the related technical data preserved in various temples, our advantage over the East in this area is no longer a matter of how many years ahead, but a huge generational gap."

The content of the history class unconsciously surfaced in his mind.

"No suspense, irresistible, utterly crushing... Is this what they call a generational advantage?"

Marlan murmured to himself.

“No, now is not the time to think about these irrelevant things. There’s no reason those guys would target me…”

Thinking this, Marlan refocused his mind. The semi-crystalline structures on the sides of the giant’s chest, where they connected to his shoulders, glowed, their material distinctly different from the rest of his body. His massive form floated slightly, and with two booming sounds, the nozzles on the components on either side of his waist erupted with powerful jets of air, propelling the blue body into the air…

Meanwhile, in a certain room, the panting and moaning continued unabated. Wisteria caressed and stroked Jinguji Yui’s flushed body, which was flushed from orgasm, while continuing his throbbing thrusts. “

It feels so good… Miss Jinguji’s inside is even tighter and hotter than before, it makes me not want to stop…”

he gasped.

“No… don’t say… young master… such… embarrassing things…”

Jinguji Yui’s voice was already somewhat weak. ‘Well, it’s about time to begin the final act.’ Seeing her embarrassed reaction, Fujitō buried her head in her neck, straightened her back, and endured the tingling pleasure at their point of connection, while simultaneously increasing the speed of her hip movements to the maximum.

"Ah! Aunt...Master...suddenly...so intense...this is...again, the feeling from before..."

Jingūji Yui's body trembled violently again, and a tidal wave of lustful fluid gushed from her honeypot.

"Another orgasm already...what a pity...I wanted to do it together..."

Fujitō breathed regretfully in her ear.

"Wh...what do you mean together..."

Jingūji Yui didn't even have the strength to turn her head away.

"I mean, I'm going to inject that white liquid into Miss Jingūji."

Nearing her limit, Fujitō grabbed Jingūji Yui's fair arms and almost used brute force to lift her upper body into the air, while simultaneously beginning to thrust with all his might.

"Ah! Young Master... This won't do... This will..."

"It's okay... Isn't it good? Both of us together..."

The intense sounds of impact, mixed with Jinguji Yui's loud moans, blurred Fujito's vision as he reached his climax.

"Ah!... Young Master... I... Save me..."

Overwhelmed by the intense pleasure, Jinguji Yui desperately grabbed Fujito's entangled arms, while Fujito's hips pounded at their limit. Half a minute later, as Jinguji Yui cried out in ecstasy once more, Fujito abruptly pulled out his penis, a large amount of white fluid spurting out and covering Jinguji Yui's flushed back.

"Ah... Oh no... I... I'm used to it..."

Fujito suddenly remembered the wild rat-like significance of this wasted ejaculation, but before he could think any further, the booming sound of an explosive jet of air filled the air outside.

Zifang was stunned for a moment, then quickly put on his clothes and ran outside. Just as he reached the garden, a blue steel giant descended from the sky, almost using him as a stepping stone.

"What's this?"

Zifang looked up and saw the giant's full form. "A Fiyali 15E attack eagle? How could there be a main battle magic-powered mech of the Lisas Federation Army in a place like this?"

He was quite surprised.

"This isn't just any E-type," Marlan's voice came from inside as the giant's chest armor opened, "This is a G-type Pinnacle Eagle, equipment of our War God Temple Guard."

A head with long, light blue hair peeked out from inside. "Has anything happened here lately?"

she asked.

"Apart from almost being trampled to death by you just now, nothing should have happened. What's wrong?"

Zifang asked back.

"I was attacked, but the target should be you."

... Chapter 9
, November 20th
: The Killing Intent Approaches

... If I had to say something pointless at the beginning, the current reply is really uninspiring...

The situation is urgent, and the relevant people quickly gathered in the living room of the suite: a somewhat tired Jinguji Yui, a sleepy-eyed Luoxue, a slightly embarrassed Zifang, Marlan glaring at him sideways, and Bu Feiyan, who was there for some unknown reason.

Although he was very unhappy that Zifang had slept with two and a half women behind his back in one night, Marlan still dutifully gave a brief account of what had happened.

“What ruthless assassins!”

Jinguji Yui was still a little frightened, but she looked at Marlan curiously. “But how did you know these people were after him?”

Marlan smiled. “To be honest, it’s nothing special. First, the assassins’ attire and fighting style were all Eastern, though that doesn’t necessarily mean anything. Second, their screams and cries of terror were in the local language. Psychologically speaking, these two forms of language are instinctive behaviors, and generally cannot be faked. Third, although I’m reluctant to admit it, there’s no need for a nobody like me to go to such lengths to assassinate someone. Besides, their undergarments seem to match those of the guards you brought.”

Marlan paused, then added in a somewhat low voice.

“Impossible. Not only would our guards not do such a thing, but just considering the numbers, losing so many people should have been noticed.”

Luo Xue looked unconvinced.

“Believe it or not, I have no reason to lie about this.”

Marlan glanced at her.

"No...it's not impossible. They probably want to frame us after they've achieved their goal!"

Jinguji Yui's expression was as shocked as her tone.

“That’s right, and besides, flies don’t land on eggs without cracks. Didn’t one of you just have a conflict with me?

” Zi Teng replied matter-of-factly, her gaze drifting to Bu Feiyan, who had remained silent.

“There was a minor conflict, but it was just a joke, nothing of value to exploit.

” Under such scrutiny, Bu Feiyan immediately recalled the events of the evening, her face darkening, but she was completely unwilling to reveal it.

“However, this time, it might not just be a frame-up; the person involved might even die!”

Although Zi Teng didn’t explicitly state it, she uttered an even more explosive statement.

“You… what do you mean?”

Bu Feiyan was taken aback, then asked in surprise, while the others also cast puzzled glances at her.

"Don't you understand? You're only alright now because they didn't succeed. If I'm not mistaken, their plan was supposed to go like this: After being insulted by Zifeng, Bu Feiyan lost her mind in a fit of rage, led a group to attack and kill him, and died from her injuries while fleeing. Thus, the deceased and the murderer perished together, leaving no witnesses or physical evidence! The case would become a cold case, and even if others wanted to investigate, they wouldn't know where to start. At the same time, because it involved the Lingnan Prince's Mansion, my father's side, and even the imperial court, couldn't delve into it, so in the end, it could only be left unresolved.

" Zifeng sneered.

"Impossible!"

Everyone was stunned, only Bu Feiyan became inexplicably agitated, and only when she realized that everyone's eyes were on her did she come to her senses, "No... nothing... it's just, it's too absurd..."

she covered up, "Young master, no matter what happened, this place has become a dangerous place, we can't stay any longer, we must immediately assemble our forces and set off tonight, with the guards protecting us, I don't think they would dare to act recklessly."

Shen Gongji said urgently.

Zi Teng shook his head thoughtfully: "Things have developed to this point, the other side will never let us leave alive easily. If we stay here, they might wait for an opportunity because they are afraid of the many innocent people in the city. But once we leave the city and enter the wilderness, these desperate men will go all out. Not only will we be in danger, but we will also endanger those innocent guards."

He completely rejected the suggestion.

"No way, they will attack the guards? Isn't that like throwing an egg against a rock?"

Luo Xue was a little incredulous.

"You'd better believe me. Now that things have come to this, they have been exposed. There is no other way. Moreover, I know assassins very well. They will never attack where you can see them. They will always attack from behind. So, a superficial advantage in combat strength may not be useful."

Zi Teng said with certainty.

"Then what should we do now?"

Jinguji Wei asked directly.

"Shed your shell!"

Zi Teng was silent for a moment, then uttered four words.

In a camp outside the county town, Xiahou Lian looked at the sky with some unease. The night was already past midnight. "They haven't returned yet?"

she frowned and asked in a low voice.

"They should have been back by now,"

a subordinate replied from behind.

Xiahou Lian shuddered, her voice trembling, "Could something have happened?"

Then she waved her hand, "Follow me!"

With that, she led a few men and rushed out of the camp.

When they arrived in the mountains, the moon was bright and the stars were few. In the hazy moonlight, what appeared before them was a scene resembling a large-scale artillery bombardment, with broken corpses scattered haphazardly everywhere. After a long silence, someone finally asked her tremblingly what to do.

Xiahou Lian paused, then gritted her teeth, "The plan continues!"

she said, pressing down her slightly trembling jaw...

"What? You can make up this nonsense... What was the author thinking?"

The lazy girl's voice blended with the chirping of insects outside, creating a subtle sound.

Zi Teng helplessly put down the map in his hand and looked up—the alluring voice from behind made it impossible for him to concentrate. He could only sigh and turn towards the source of the sound.

The first thing that catches the eye is her beautiful legs swaying back and forth, her long, dark blue hair reaching her waist, and her messy miniskirt and barely visible underwear: Marlan is lying bored on the bed, her chin resting on the pillow, flipping through a Western popular novel she brought with her. She clearly doesn't realize how vulnerable she is in her current position.

Admiring her swaying legs, the slightly rounded curve of her hips, and the mature-looking black semi-sheer underwear, listening to the

cute "Mmm... Oh..." sounds still emanating from her, Zifang finally realizes he can't think of a solution in this situation: "Hey Marlan, can you be a little quieter?

" He sighed.

The blue-haired girl, who had been engrossed in her literary world, finally reacted to his words, lifting herself up and turning to look at him. At that moment, her swaying long hair, her slanted eyes with the color and texture of natural high-grade sapphires, and her perfectly proportioned face came into view.

Presumably out of resentment towards Jinguji Yui and Ayumi, Marlan began making suggestive advances that bordered on seduction after returning to her room. While a woman taking the initiative wasn't necessarily a bad thing, she clearly didn't have the energy to think about such things at this moment. Thinking this, Fujito looked at her and said, "I'm not saying you can't read here, but could you please not disturb my thoughts?"

He reminded her in as gentle a tone as possible.

Marlan paused, then for some reason revealed a strange smile. She sat up, straightened her back, and crossed her legs. "So you can't ignore my presence anymore?" she said, looking

quite smug.

"While that's true, I still hope you can be a little quieter..." Fujito looked troubled.

"What? Shouldn't my beauty be more eye-catching than a boring map?"

Marlan playfully pouted.

"That's true, but since this is a crucial moment, please be quiet."

Despite Fujito's seemingly plausible reason, Marlan remained completely unconcerned.

“Actually, there’s no need for all that trouble, Ma. As long as I’m by your side, no assassin can get close to you,”

she said with a laugh.

“It’s not that I don’t trust you, but I personally have no interest in having a woman protect me,”

Wisteria refused Marlan again, finally making Marlan’s expression slightly displeased.

“Making such chauvinistic remarks in the Lisas Federation can get you arrested and prosecuted by feminists, so stop saying those things and come here right now!”

Marlan pounded on the spot next to her with her hand, looking annoyed. It sounded more like an order or a threat than a request.

“Your law enforcement is really quite idle, and this isn’t even within the Lisas Federation, is it?

” Wisteria was already feeling a headache coming on, but she soon encountered a problem even more serious than her headache.

Marlan seemed to have finally lost her patience. She jumped off the bed and walked over, her slender but strong arm suddenly slinging over Wisteria’s neck: “Take this! Sleeper’s Chokehold!”

she said as she forcefully pulled him back.

"Let go, let go, let go... I... I... I was wrong, okay..."

Although this action also felt like the back of her head was sinking into her breasts, the feeling of suffocation was undeniably intense. Wisteria desperately pounded the table in surrender and was forced to leave the chair and sit on the bed. At that moment, Marlan finally revealed a victorious smile.

She immediately pressed herself tightly against Wisteria, their thighs pressed together, while her firm breasts bumped against his wrists, her sweet scent filling his nostrils. Wisteria looked up, somewhat tempted, and immediately saw Marlan's smug expression—their faces were so close that she could feel her own breath clearly.

Perhaps dissatisfied with her complete silence, her beautiful, cherry-colored, glossy lips pouted slightly, but for some reason, Wisteria felt that the anger in Marlan's lips wasn't genuine. The expression wasn't frightening at all; instead, it reminded her of Yi Rou when she was sulking, quite adorable.

“I never realized…you…are actually quite cute.”

He blurted out unconsciously. Hearing this, Marlan’s cheeks suddenly flushed red. Seeing her like this, Zifang suddenly felt an urge to tease her.

“What’s wrong? Shy?”

Like a playful gesture, he reached out and pinched Marlan’s cheek, carefully observing her reaction. However, to his surprise, she merely blushed and didn’t react in any particular way, her eyes looking up at him. Her cherry-colored lips, as if yearning to be touched, were slightly upturned.

Was she asking for a kiss? Zifang realized, but before he could act, footsteps sounded outside the door.

“Ah…no…someone’s here, no…”

Marlan clearly noticed, but her reaction was a sudden, surprising sound.

“You, what are you two doing? Weren’t you supposed to be researching a secret transfer route?”

Although he was some distance from the door, Zifang clearly heard Luo Xue’s somewhat bewildered and cute voice.

But Marlan showed no intention of stopping or explaining, only

continuing to make suggestive, seductive sounds like, "Ah...it feels so good there...harder...um...I hate it!"

Just as Zifeng was about to explain, the door was

kicked open with a "bang!" "You two! How could you be so shameless...huh?"

After witnessing the scene in the room, which was far from what she had imagined, Luoxue froze. "So...so close together, that's filthy! So filthy!"

After a slight reaction, her face flushed red, she pointed at the two people by the bed.

Just as Zifeng was about to say something, Marlan added fuel to the fire by grabbing his arm. "What brings you here?"

Then, pretending to have just noticed Luoxue's presence, she tilted her head and asked.

"This guy is our family's future son-in-law, it's my responsibility to keep an eye on him for Miss!"

Luoxue said very confidently, as if there was some truth to it.

"Well? The nobles of the Eastern Continent don't practice monogamy, do they? I remember."

Marlan responded casually. "So you, a servant of the principal wife's family, have no right to interfere in such matters."

She squinted her eyes as she spoke.

"I...I...I...I'm like a sister to Miss, and I'll be marrying into the family with her in the future, so if other women want to date the son-in-law, of course I have to vet them!"

Luo Xue, clearly at a loss for words, finally managed to come up with this twisted logic after a long struggle.

"Then I'm sorry I didn't let you vet me beforehand. I, Marlan, am currently dating Mr. Wisteria. Although I'm not very talented, I would be very grateful if I could catch your eye."

Marlan stood up and said elegantly.

"Then...that..."

Now that she was in a bind, Luo Xue had no choice but to pretend to "vet" her. Undoubtedly, even by Eastern standards, Marlan was a beauty, especially with her current upright posture, which made her pair of beautiful breasts stand out even more. "They're...really big..."

Luo Xue muttered unconsciously, her gaze lingering there.

"What?"

Marlan seemed not to have heard clearly.

"Huh? Wh-nothing! Big or anything is completely meaningless. Making clothes smaller saves materials and doesn't hinder movement..."

Luo Xue was clearly starting to ramble.

"I said... what brings you here at this hour?"

Zi Teng, unable to bear it any longer, finally spoke up.

"Ah? Well... it's Wei-nee who wants to see you. She said she's made some new discoveries about the route."

After a moment of hesitation, Luo Xue finally remembered the important matter and turned around to point.

Zi Teng followed her finger and saw Jinguji Wei standing outside the door in a slightly awkward posture, her face seemingly a little red. She probably had misunderstood just like Luo Xue. As Zi Teng thought this, the other two women in the room began to glare at each other competitively.

"Um... let's talk outside."

Clearly sensing the tense atmosphere, Zi Teng went out and suggested somewhat helplessly.

"Okay..."

Jinguji Wei nodded obediently, and the two left the two lively girls still staring at each other in the room and headed towards the garden.

Jinguji remained silent the entire way, creating a slightly awkward and strange atmosphere. However, Fujiwara noticed that she seemed to have dressed up a bit: her cherry blossom-colored hair was naturally styled in a bun, paired with a matching kimono, white socks, and straw sandals—a rather ancient-style outfit. According to ancient records, this was the formal attire of wealthy women in many parts of the Eastern Continent hundreds of years ago, but in this era, it seemed to only be seen in the island nation of Xeruch and a small peninsula neighboring country.

"I checked some information and found an abandoned teleportation point to the Royal Palace nearby,"

Jinguji said, subtly lowering her head with an elegant gesture as the two approached the bushes in the corner of the garden. Snow-white skin, pink lips, a pure and elegant face, clear and bright eyes, and soft, cherry blossom-like hair…

"Abandoned?"

Fujiwara, finally snapping out of her reverie, asked, somewhat puzzled. If it was abandoned, wouldn't it be useless?

“The so-called abandonment only means the wide-area teleportation route has been shut down, but using the special earth spirit talisman made by the royal palace is still fine,”

Jinguji Yui explained.

“That makes things much easier.”

Fujito felt reassured.

“Um… young master…”

After a moment of silence, Jinguji Yui suddenly spoke, “It’s just… that time before… we didn’t…”

She nervously sucked on her fingers, her face flushed.

“Then… shall we go to your place again?”

Fujito asked cautiously, understanding now.

“No… let’s… let’s do it here…”

Jinguji Yui answered softly, her flushed face lowered.

“But… but, Miss Jinguji… no matter what, if we do it here…”

Wisteria looked at her in surprise.

"It's okay...it's better than being caught by that child..."

Jinguji Yui answered softly.

Even if she gave up the right to be called "mother," that was still her daughter after all. She couldn't imagine being caught doing this with a man, so she probably wanted to do it here. Although slightly surprised, Wisteria decided to do as she wished.

"Are you sure it's okay?"

Wisteria observed the surroundings and asked one last time. Although it was still night, the moonlight was excellent. Even though this corner was inconspicuous in the yard, it wasn't entirely without the risk of being exposed. Jinguji Yui blushed and didn't speak. Clearly, even though she had made up her mind, she was extremely shy in this place.

"B-yes, it's okay..."

she replied in an almost inaudible voice.

"Then...let's be safe and hide a little more."

Wisteria gently reached out her hand, and Jinguji Yui timidly took his hand and followed him into the bushes. They stopped when they reached a small clearing a little deeper inside.

Taking care of the shy Jinguji Yui, Fujito silently embraced her from behind, slipping his hands inside her kimono and beginning to knead her soft breasts.

"Ah..."

Caught off guard, Jinguji Yui groaned, reflexively trying to break free, but Fujito pulled her back and continued to caress her. Her breasts were slightly larger than Marlan's, less elastic but softer to the touch.

"Ah...Young Master..."

Jinguji Yui's body went limp.

"Shy?"

Fujito asked, his hands continuing to knead, Jinguji Yui's body trembling with the rhythm of his hands. "But speaking of which, is Rakuyuki really your daughter? Why didn't she inherit any of the good genes here?"

He continued to tease her.

"Ah...ah...don't...don't mention Rakuyuki..."

Jinguji Yui's face contorted, shaking her head as if about to cry, but her cheeks flushed a bewitching red, and she gasped for breath. Fujito's hands could clearly feel her nipples hardening.

“If you don’t want me to mention it, then obediently spread your legs! I want to see if you’re still as sensitive as last time.

” The overly direct language made Jinguji Yui tremble and shake her head in refusal, but Fujito didn’t intend to defend her: “Spread your legs, or I’ll just leave you here…”

He threatened her half-seriously. “Too…too much…”

Jinguji Yui trembled and slightly opened her tightly closed legs, but Fujito’s hand was clamped down as soon as he put it in a little.

“Open them a little more, or I can’t continue.”

“Yes…yes…”

Jinguji Yui nodded, obediently in a daze. Fujito opened her bodice with one hand and rolled up the hem of her clothes with the other, directly inserting his fingers into her panties to caress her sensitive honey hole.

“Ah!”

Jinguji Yui’s body suddenly leaned back, and in an instant, Fujito’s fingers were surrounded by a large amount of lewd fluid. Through the nerves in his fingertips, he could clearly feel that the flesh walls between her honey holes were already hot.

"You got so wet so quickly! You must have a very sensitive body."

"Don't say..."

Jinguji Yui gasped for breath, shaking her head weakly. But Fujito didn't stop. He pulled his fingers out, turned her body around, and leaned her against the tree trunk. He used his knee to hold her legs together, which instinctively tried to close, and pulled down her panties in one swift motion.

"Ah!"

Jinguji Yui frantically tried to cover herself, but Fujito stopped her.

"What a cute reaction, like a shy girl."

Fujito breathed warm air into her ear, gently helping her relax. Jinguji Yui's body trembled uncontrollably, and soon she had no strength left to close her legs. Fujito knelt down and pressed his mouth close to her vulva, sucking and making soft, wet sounds.

"Ah! Hmm! No..."

Jinguji Yui's back arched dramatically backward. "Ah...ya...no...Young master, please...please don't...do this!"

Although she made these sounds, her pleas were completely contradictory. More lewd fluid flowed from her burning, honeyed orifice. Fujito held her limp waist firmly, deliberately licking and sucking the fluid with loud sounds. "Sizzle...whoosh..."

The sounds of fluid rose and fell, and Jinguji Yui trembled all over.

"Ah, ah...no, no...do this...don't...ya!"

she pleaded, trying to keep her voice down.

"You don't have to suppress it. It's okay if you scream."

Fujito further licked the engorged, erect labia.

"Ah! Ah? No..."

Jinguji Yui finally couldn't help but scream, but she immediately reacted and hurriedly covered her mouth, pleading in a low voice.

"Doesn't it feel good? Why don't you want it?"

"Ugh... Mmm..."

Jinguji Yui made a soft but charming sound from her fingertips, shaking her head desperately in denial. Seeing that she wouldn't give in, Fujito intensified his oral movements.

"Ah... Ugh... Ahhh..."

Jinguji Yui endured it with great difficulty, but she was clearly already exhausted.

"Is it good or not? I won't stop until you tell me!"

Fujito raised his head and temporarily stopped his movements.

"Ah... Yes, yes..."

Jinguji Yui finally caught her breath.

"What is it?"

Fujito immediately started licking again.

"It's... so... good... I feel... so good!"

Jinguji Yui's voice was already tinged with sobs.

"See that?"

Wisteria wasn't about to let her off the hook, actually extending her fingers, still dripping with her own fluids, towards her. "Your...it's all full of this now!"

Jinguji Yui stared blankly at Wisteria's approaching fingers with slightly moist eyes, letting him bring them to her lips, then absently opening her mouth slightly to lick the fingers covered in her own fluids.

"Turn your back to me like last time,"

Wisteria commanded quietly, withdrawing his fingers. "Hug this tree, lift your buttocks up!"

He half-released her from his embrace.

"Yes...yes..."

Jinguji Yui's vision blurred as she shifted her position, hugging the tree trunk, spreading her legs, and arching her buttocks backward. Wisteria held her waist with both hands, his penis slowly entering her.

"Ah..."

Jinguji Yui let out a slightly hoarse moan. Although the tip of his penis successfully entered, the shaft was tightly gripped by her vaginal walls and couldn't go any further. Wisteria adjusted his breathing, tightened his grip on Jinguji Yui's waist again, and thrust forward forcefully.

"Ah... Ugh..."

Jinguji Yui groaned in pain, gripping the tree trunk tightly.

Wisteria also frowned. Although it was fully lubricated, this was only the second time it had been used in more than ten years. The inside of the honey hole was narrow and tight, making it difficult to move in and out.

"Ah... um..."

Her vagina, already damaged from the last intercourse, was in even worse condition. Jinguji Yui clung tightly to the tree trunk, enduring the near-loss of virginity, yet dared not cry out too loudly. Her contradictory and painful expression pained Fujito deeply.

"Does it hurt a lot? Let's not do it today..."

he suggested. "No, no!"

Jinguji Yui shook her head vigorously. "It's...

it's okay... a little... harder... I can handle it."

She stubbornly pleaded.

"I understand, try to breathe deeply!"

Fujito nodded.

"Yes... yes..."

This submissive tone seemed to be Jinguji Yui's habitual response. He adjusted his breathing according to Fujito's words, and slowly, his overly tense body began to relax.

"Ah!"

The body's instinctive resistance had just disappeared when the wet sensation slowly drew Fujito's penis inside.

"This..."

Fujito gasped, continuing to push deeper into the pavilion with the suction until the resistance became too great to advance further.

Jinguji Yui's body seemed to relax, but her inner walls didn't. Fortunately, although her insides were as narrow as a virgin's, they gave the penis a comfortable feeling of being enveloped by something soft. After the first insertion, Fujito slowly withdrew the penis, the inner walls tightly gripping it with every inch pulled out, causing Jinguji Yui's back to tremble.

Without pausing, the moment the penis was fully withdrawn, Fujito immediately thrust it in again, this time all the way in.

"Ah!"

Jinguji Yui almost screamed, but she quickly bit her sleeve to hold it in.

"You know, Miss Jinguji, this time I went all the way in!"

Fujito lay on her back, gently pulling out again as she spoke softly.

Jinguji Yui's voice trembled: "Please...please...don't stop...please...give me your..."

But she couldn't bring herself to say the most crucial word.

"Give you my semen, is that it?"

Fujito said, thrusting her hips forcefully, once again penetrating all the way in, and then began rapid piston-like movements.

"Ugh... gulp..."

Jinguji Yui bit her sleeve hard, only a hoarse sound escaping her throat.

Her eyes flashed with a complex expression: excitement, shyness, anticipation, bewilderment...

Fujito thrust in and out with abandon, each contact of their flesh producing a lewd, bubbling sound, while his hands caressed the flesh that peeked out from between her open clothes.

Jinguji Yui groaned in a muffled, low voice, her back arching violently, her nails digging deep into the tree trunk.

"So tight, Miss Jinguji's... it feels so good,"

Fujito murmured, thrusting with maximum speed and force.

Jinguji Yui's vagina grew increasingly hot, her half-open, dazed, but intoxicated eyes completely lost in a trance: "Ah... ugh... more... please... harder..."

she murmured dreamily.

Wisteria thrust deeper and deeper, her waist moving violently back and forth. Initially, she would slightly rotate and rub at the entrance, but now each thrust was a rapid, powerful penetration. "Your waist...twist it too, don't just think about your own pleasure!"

And he quickly became unsatisfied.

"Yes...yes..."

Jinguji Yui, giving a standard reply, quickly responded, twisting her waist with all her might. Although the movement wasn't large, the combined effect of the contractions of her vaginal walls greatly amplified the pleasure of the friction, causing Wisteria to cry out.

"Again! Move again! Harder!"

He excitedly slapped her soft buttocks.

"Yes...yes..."

Panting heavily from the onslaught of orgasm, Jinguji Yui could barely answer, opening her hazy eyes and somewhat numbly shaking her body. The tight suction, the surging, hot fluids, and the kneading motions of her waist combined to create waves of intense pleasure that surged along her penis towards Wisteria's central nervous system.

"Mmm..."

Unable to endure any longer, Wisteria gripped the soft flesh of her breasts and buttocks tightly, releasing her hot semen into Jinguji Yui's body without hesitation. Then, she withdrew her penis, helped her limp body up, and gently embraced her. During this time, Jinguji Yui carefully tried to keep her legs together, as if afraid the semen would leak out...

"Thank you, young master..."

After a few more minutes of tenderness in Wisteria's arms, Jinguji Yui got up, straightened her clothes, and thanked him. Her gentle voice still couldn't suppress the faint gasps and other subtle emotions. Noticing Wisteria's gaze, her face flushed even more. "I...I'll go contact the Prince's Mansion..."

she said, and quickly fled.

It should be considered giving her hope to continue living, right? Wisteria stood there with relief, but her heart began to flutter again at Jinguji Yui's graceful back. But just then, a sound of something hitting something came from a nearby room.

Were those two girls still fighting? "I'll go back later." Despite this thought, the constant clattering of objects continued, even the sounds of arguing could be heard.

"Really..."

Zi Teng sighed heavily, then strode to the door and barged in without knocking. "You two, get this over with... huh?"

He was about to warn them, but stopped mid-sentence.

What was going on? Visually, it was probably just "two beautiful girls sensually entangled": Luo Xue was straddling Marlan, pushing her onto the bed and pinning her down. Their tops were open, revealing their snow-white skin and contrasting breasts, their skirts were in an unnatural position, and their dazzling thighs were practically spilling out. Both were also breathing heavily and flushed.

"I... I'm so sorry to bother you... I'll leave now, please continue..."

Witnessing this unbelievable, provocative scene, Zi Teng, who had only half-entered the room, decisively decided to back out.

"Ah? No... that's not it, young master! I don't have that kind of strange interest!"

The next moment, Luo Xue jumped off the bed with astonishing speed, explaining in a flustered manner.

Actually, it was just playful banter. Zi Teng, of course, understood the situation and what Luo Xue was trying to explain. However, Luo Xue's anxious expression was just too adorable, so she couldn't resist teasing her a little more.

"Miss Luo Xue, you don't need to deny it so nervously. I'm quite open-minded and can understand those kinds of things. In my opinion, as long as there's love, even between girls, there's absolutely no problem."

Zi Teng gently patted Luo Xue's shoulder with a smile.

"Why are you suddenly using honorifics with me, young master! Don't take what you just saw seriously! Although I often cling to Miss Wei and Aunt Bu, I absolutely only love you, young master!"

In her haste, Luo Xue seemed to have let something important slip. Realizing what she'd said, she blushed crimson, waving her hands frantically and shouting in denial, "No, no! I misspoke! I meant to say my sexual orientation is normal! I have absolutely no interest in women! At least not that kind of interest!" She

then turned to Marlan for support, pleading, "Hey, say something! Don't let the young master misunderstand!"

she cried anxiously.

Hearing this, Marlan

inexplicably started whimpering, "You saw it too, she forced me onto the bed. She's the only lesbian here, I don't like lesbians!

" She winked at Zi Teng as she spoke.

"Oh? Is that so? But it's not surprising that Luo Xue has that kind of inclination, after all, she seems to hate men, right?"

Zi Teng said knowingly.

"No! I don't have that kind of inclination! Please don't believe me, young master!"

Luo Xue loudly denied, but her legs suddenly went weak, and she almost collapsed. Fortunately, Marlan reached out to support her in time. "Waaah... Is it no use saying anything now? Will the young master hate me? I finally met a man who won't be averse to me..."

Luo Xue sobbed in her arms.

"Hehe... If you're so scared, then just use your body to explain it to him."

Marlan pretended to comfort her but suddenly said something quite shocking.

"What... what did you say? How can you do something like this?"

Luo Xue trembled in shock and tried to escape from her arms in a panic.

"Isn't this the best way?"

Marlan forcefully supported her from behind, preventing her from escaping.

"No, no, no, it's too embarrassing, let me go!"

Luo Xue struggled desperately, but in her panic, she had lost all sense of direction and couldn't break free.

"Stop struggling in vain. If you behave, we might consider being gentler with you."

Hearing this, Wisteria felt that Marlan seemed to be showing a villainous face.

"No, no, no! Whether it's gentle or rough, doing this in front of others is just..."

Snow continued to struggle, her face so red that her features were almost unrecognizable, desperately casting pleading eyes at Wisteria.

"Hey, okay, Marlan, please stop joking."

Wisteria, who had been standing there, finally couldn't stand it anymore.

"A joke? Do you think so?"

Marlan returned her with a rather serious smile, "Samatia women never mind their men having other women, even if their wives are right beside them and they still go to see other women, it's not a big deal, but..."

Her face suddenly darkened, "

Not inviting your wife to join in is simply unforgivable, hmph hmph hmph..."

The last string of cold laughter not only made Wisteria feel a chill, but even the struggling Snow seemed to be frightened and stopped moving.

“Um… objectively speaking, you’re not my wife yet, are you…”

Zifang subconsciously took a step back.

“Shut up! Do you think this is something you can complain about?”

Marlan said, pushing the somewhat stunned Luoxue forward, then whispering something in her ear.

“Alright, let’s put aside your customs and your status for now. The most important thing right now is Luoxue’s own thoughts, isn’t it? You saw how much she hated me before.”

Zifang straightened up and tried to speak in a serious tone.

This should give her a way out, right? Zifang observed Luoxue’s reaction, who blushed and lowered her head.

“No, right? This is obviously a sign of liking, even if it’s a repressed one.”

Marlan announced her conclusion.

“No, no, no, it should look like she hates me, she’s just too shy…”

“…I don’t hate you… even though you’re a bit lewd, my son-in-law is like a gentle and reliable older brother…”

Zifang’s rebuttal was interrupted by Luoxue’s mosquito-like voice.

“Huh?”

Zifang couldn’t believe her ears.

"Well, that's it!"

Luo Xue suddenly shouted, then struggled to lift her head, gazing at him with moist eyes. "I like you, young master, is that... not okay?" Her

extremely shy yet seemingly sullen expression was indescribably adorable.

Seeing that the time was right, Marlan suddenly released Luo Xue, her soft body instantly falling into Zi Teng's arms. "Ah?"

She trembled in surprise at the moment of skin-to-skin contact, quickly pushing him away and stumbling back a few steps before falling onto the bed.

Zi Teng stepped forward to support her, but Marlan circled behind her and pushed her onto the bed, the two of them pressed together in an embrace, his knee even landing squarely between her legs.

"Uh... this..."

Looking at the flushed face so close to hers, and considering their current position, Zi Teng felt somewhat embarrassed.

“Um… my figure is indeed very flat… not as well-proportioned as Miss, not as perky as Sister Wei's, and my chest is flat as Aunt Bu's… but I’m still developing, so it will definitely be better in a couple of years, please don’t mind…”

Luo Xue said some strange things, while quietly closing her eyes.

That almost “please don’t be shy” invitation and the subtle atmosphere made Zi Teng unable to resist lowering his head to kiss her, gently touching Luo Xue’s soft lips, once, twice, three times, the line was gentle, and then gradually deepened. Just as he was considering whether he could try to stick his tongue in, another girl’s face also came closer.

“I miss this kind of gentle kiss, I want it too!”

Marlan pouted and came closer.

“You you you… how come you’re still here?”

Luo Xue seemed to be startled when she heard the voice.

“Hehe, you’re so lucky, the first time two people gently helped you prepare your body, hehehehe…”

Marlan showed an expression like she had found an interesting toy and reached her hand towards her chest.

"W-what...what do you want to do?"

"Of course...take it off!"

Just as Luo Xue became alert, her clothes were already pulled open, revealing her slightly protruding breasts, which were not wearing a bra. "I'm telling you, even if they're small, don't go without a bra. It's not good for their shape."

She said with a smile.

"Mind your own business...huh? You're so annoying!"

Luo Xue's protest was immediately interrupted by the electric-like sensation of her nipples being kissed and touched. Marlan lowered his head to suck and lick one of her nipples, while teasing the other with his other hand.

"Ugh...ah...what is this feeling?...wait, young master...I...I'm not ready yet..."

While Luo Xue was immersed in the novel sensation, Zi Teng suddenly moved to her thighs and pulled her panties down to her ankles, forcefully pressing down on her legs that she was desperately trying to close. He brought his face close, and the fragrance of a virgin wafted into his nostrils. He skillfully licked it with his tongue.

"Ugh... ah... ya..."

Her honeyed orifice, which had never been touched by a man before, trembled with extreme sensitivity. Under the constant licking and teasing, it finally began to exude a moist scent. Luo Xue let out an uncontrollable moan, and her tightly clenched hands unconsciously pulled at the sheets, making a rustling sound of silk rubbing together.

"Um... young master... I... feel a little strange..."

Luo Xue continued to moan softly, while her legs clamped tightly around his head. Was it a little too much stimulation? Zi Teng thought.

"Should we stop for a moment?"

he asked, but the answer was a shake of the head. Then let's go further. He explored every part of her flesh with his tongue to the fullest extent.

"Ah...wait...it seems...wet..."

With such meticulous stimulation and Marlan's cooperation on her upper body, Luo Xue's honeypot began to secrete more fluid. As the fluid increased, the sound of the tongue licking stirred the water, and the wetness in her lower body made Luo Xue utter a hesitant and confused sound.

Feeling that the wetness and opening seemed sufficient, Zi Teng stood up and raised her legs, making her honeypot appear relatively vertical.

"No, no! This is so embarrassing! Don't look!"

Luo Xue cried out in embarrassment. In this position, not only Zi Teng, but also Marlan on the other side could have a clear view of her lower body.

However, Zi Teng completely ignored her cries and pulled out his already engorged penis, bringing it closer. "

Is it okay?

" he asked Luo Xue one last time, receiving a quiet nod in response.

"Ugh... Ahhh!"

Considering that the girl's still-developing body couldn't withstand the pain for long, he chose to penetrate her directly with permission. The moment his penis entered, Luo Xue's slender body stiffened, and her hands, gripping the sheets, trembled with pain. Red fluid seeped from where their bodies intertwined—her virginity was over.

The soft vaginal walls contracted tightly, and the tingling sensation made Zi Teng want to thrust more freely, but seeing tears sliding down Luo Xue's cheeks, he restrained himself and waited for her breathing to calm down.

"Still as gentle as ever..."

Marlan said nostalgically from the side, lovingly wiping Luo Xue's sweat.

"Young master's... that... went in, I can feel... it moving..."

Luo Xue murmured, while her entire vagina tightly enveloped the invading penis like a vacuum-sealed bag, the tightness almost as if refusing to let it leave.

“I’m going to try moving a little!”

“Mmm…ah!”

As Luo Xue nodded in agreement, Zi Teng slowly and rhythmically began to thrust his hips. As the penis was withdrawn, the blood from her broken body mixed with her wanton fluids and flowed onto her tender white buttocks, gradually leaving crimson marks on the sheets.

“Ah…ah! Ah…ya!”

Luo Xue was clearly still in pain, so she kept her brows furrowed. Noticing this, Zi Teng temporarily stopped his thrusting.

“Wh…what’s wrong…Young Master…is my body really not satisfying you?”

This action made her stare at him with uneasy eyes.

“No…it’s very soft, very comfortable.”

Zi Teng smiled and kissed her forehead.

“Is…is that so? It’s…so good…”

Perhaps because she felt reassured, Luo Xue smiled through the pain, and her somewhat disordered breathing showed that she was beginning to feel something other than pain. So Zi Teng slowly resumed his thrusting.

"Ah... um... um... I can feel it... inside... the young master's..."

The bleeding seemed to have stopped, replaced by a gush of vaginal fluid. With the obvious lubrication, the penis's entry and exit became slightly smoother, and the number of times Luo Xue frowned and cried out in pain gradually decreased.

"Ah, ah... this... feeling... ooh..."

The seductive and lewd voice gradually grew louder, the pain gradually turning into pleasure, and Luo Xue's panting began to carry a hazy heat. Her body, which had been trembling due to pleasure and pain, became hot.

"Huh... you..."

In Luo Xue's confused eyes, Marlan had already climbed on top of her. The two looked at each other, and she could clearly see the desire in those big blue eyes.

"Ooh... so cunning, even if she's a virgin, don't just think about her..."

Marlan complained, while sticking her buttocks up in front of Zi Teng, "I want some too..."

The cloyingly sweet voice, coupled with the restless twisting of her buttocks, created a lewd scene.

“Stop fooling around, let’s just leave it like this for now.”

Zifang said, groping her sensitive area between her legs with her hand.

“Mmm…go in a little more…ah? No!”

Marlan squinted her eyes, enjoying the sensation, but suddenly Zifang inserted a finger into her anus, and her body trembled as if electrocuted. “That…that’s not allowed…”

she protested, trembling.

“I…this is…a strange feeling…something is…coming out? Ah…ah…mmm!

” Almost at the same time, Luoxue’s body also trembled violently, and as the fleshy arms in her honey hole tightened wave after wave, more lustful fluid gushed out. She looked at Zifang, who was thrusting against her, with a dazed look. Having tasted the ultimate pleasure of being a woman for the first time, she seemed somewhat unfamiliar with this feeling called orgasm.

“Well then, let’s stop here for now, your body might not be able to handle it.”

Zifang stopped and gently pulled out his penis.

“But…but…the young master hasn’t…”

Luoxue’s eyes and tone were a little dazed, still feeling the afterglow of her orgasm.

"You don't need to worry about that..."

Before Wisteria could answer, Marlan had already taken over the conversation, and her honeypot also received Wisteria's penis with the same efficiency. She sat back and straightened up, looking down at the falling snow beneath her, while she herself sat back in Wisteria's arms. "Ah... in... in!"

The sound of satisfaction that she had endured for so long was finally fulfilled.

"Well then, it's my turn now!"

Marlan's upper body leaned back, and her full breasts were immediately captured by Wisteria's hands that came around. "This... this position has only been seen in books, can I really do it..." Her

smooth buttocks rubbed against Wisteria's chest, and her honeypot swallowed and released the penis that was still covered with virgin blood. The two of them, intertwined, moved their bodies.

Wisteria helped Marlan lift her body like a dumbbell, while Marlan twisted her waist and used her legs to propel herself up. Initially, she thought it was just a simple up-and-down motion like a normal position, but once she started, she realized it wasn't that simple: if her movements were too large, the penis might be pulled out completely, causing the next insertion to be in the wrong position. So she could only carefully move her body, gradually increasing the intensity of the movements to find the right balance.

"Okay...it seems okay..."

After some time trying, Marlan finally found the right range of motion and began to increase the speed of her movements. The "plop, plop..."

sounds from her vagina became more and more frequent.

Wisteria also adjusted the frequency of her thrusts to a regular pace, while her hands kneaded Marlan's full and firm breasts with abandon. The feeling of the flesh jiggling like pudding in her hands was incredibly wonderful.

"Mmm... Marlan...faster..."

The tight, intimate opening gripped Wisteria's already sensitive penis, aroused by her union with Snowfall. The exquisite friction sent shivers through him, blurring his senses. Instinctively, he increased the speed of his thrusts, and soon the frequency of his thrusts was almost sprinting. "Ah...woo...so deep..." His instinctive

physical movements continued intensely, the penis inside him pounding like a wild horse. Marlan's hips swayed more and more violently, accompanied by wanton moans.

"Ah?"

Wisteria once again lifted Marlan's body almost to the point of separation from his penis, then used the momentum of the fall to penetrate to the deepest point. The moment he fully entered, the tip of his penis touched the incredibly elastic and soft clitoris. Under such powerful penetration, Marlan couldn't help but let out a short, high-pitched cry of pleasure.

"Miss Marlan...so wanton..."

Snowfall, regaining her senses, was somewhat stunned.

"Ugh! Ah! Ya!"

Wisteria repeated the most thorough penetration, and Marlan echoed with the most lewd moans. After more than a hundred thrusts, she was almost out of breath.

"So...so good! All the way in...mmm...mmm...harder...deeper! Ah!

" Even after finally catching her breath, she still couldn't suppress her excitement. Her long blue hair swayed from side to side with the movement of her head, and the walls of her vagina contracted more and more violently. Her whole body trembled as she let out cries of desire and pleasure.

"Ah! No...I can't take it anymore! So...so powerful, I'm going to...I'm going to come!"

Wisteria continued to thrust violently, and Marlan's moans grew louder and louder as they both rushed towards their final climax.

"Wow!"

With an intense tingling sensation in her lower body, Wisteria couldn't help but roar.

"Ah! I'm going to...I'm going to come! I...I'm really going to come!"

Under Wisteria's final, frenzied thrusts, Marlan's body convulsed, and her lower body also experienced an orgasmic response.

"Mmm... I'm almost there too..."

Under the combined onslaught of the torrent of semen and the collapse of the flesh walls, even the mighty and enduring Wisteria was nearing its breaking point. He clearly felt that he had reached his limit of endurance. The level of the scalding liquid gushing from deep within his penis continued to rise, and it was only a matter of time before it burst forth.

He forcefully lifted Marlan's body, wanting to pull out.

"No! Don't take it out! It's still inside!"

Marlan desperately stopped him.

"But... but..."

Wisteria hesitated.

"Don't worry, just shoot it in like that! Leave your mark inside me!"

"But..."

Although he understood that Marlan didn't care at all, Wisteria still had reservations.

"It's alright, don't underestimate us paladins. Holy energy is a convenient thing that can even control whether or not someone gets pregnant."

Seeing his hesitant expression, Marlan smiled.

Convenient? Being used for this kind of thing is probably only the tragedy of holy energy, right? Despite his internal monologue, Zifang quickened his pace, thrusting wildly with an almost frenzied speed.

"Ah!"

Two minutes later, he used all his strength to slam his penis completely into the deepest part of Marlan's honeypot, the soft sensation instantly covering the tip.

"Ah! No, no!"

The most sensitive spot deep inside her honeypot was directly impacted by this powerful thrust, and Marlan cried out even more frantically.

"No, no!"

Zifang's mind suddenly went blank, and his penis, nearing its limit, finally began to ejaculate, the hot, white fluid gushing from the depths to the tip in one gulp. At the same time as the eruption, an intense pleasure assaulted Zifang's entire body, and he gripped the penis tightly, roaring.

"Wow! Good! So hot!"

Marlan also cried out in ecstasy, her limbs stretching outwards as if electrocuted, her whole body convulsing uncontrollably.

When the panting in the room finally subsided, Luo Xue curled up on the bed like an uneasy kitten. Having just lost her virginity and witnessed such intense sex, the stimulation seemed a bit too much for this innocent girl. Zi

Teng stroked her hair soothingly, but his other hand was already playing with Marlan's other breast.

"Hey! That's not fair! You're so gentle with her but lecherous with me!"

This differential treatment immediately provoked a protest.

"Try to understand, after all, she was a virgin just now."

Zi Teng scratched his head.

"What's so special about that? I was a virgin three days ago too, okay?"

But he could only remain silent in the face of such a reply.

"Alright, let's get down to business. That Bu Feiyan is very suspicious."

Marlan changed the subject.

"You mean her behavior at the meeting earlier?"

Zi Teng wasn't surprised.

"Partly, but what really bothers me is that I tried to use mind reading on her, but there was no reaction. She's clearly been trained in this; she can't be an ordinary person."

Marlan said confidently.

“Of course she’s not an ordinary person, she’s an assassin.”

Wisteria’s response was matter-of-fact, but the content was quite explosive.

“Huh? You know? Then why were we so unprepared?”

Marlan was completely baffled.

“She should be unrelated to this, and besides, didn’t she already avoid being with us tomorrow?”

Wisteria pondered thoughtfully.

“Isn’t it more dangerous to let suspicious people out of your sight? What do you think?”

Marlan was getting anxious.

“I said she’s unrelated to this, or at least I don’t believe she’s involved. Just consider it my stubbornness.”

Wisteria shook her head and insisted.

“I can’t stop you from thinking that way. Although I don’t know why, it’s probably related to a woman again.”

Unable to persuade her, Marlan sulked in frustration…

As dawn approached, an unnatural reflection appeared on a hill northeast of the county town. Four mirrors materialized out of thin air in the dense forest at the summit, and two figures emerged from one of them—Lin Feng and Xiahou Lian.

After walking a short distance, Xiahou Lian turned around, cupping her hands in front of her chest. The four mirrors flew into the air, forming a rectangular prism that spun rapidly, growing smaller and smaller until it shrank to the size of a pendant and attached to the chain around her neck.

“That’s the legendary Four Mirrors!”

Lin Feng exclaimed.

“That’s right, now we just wait…”

Xiahou Lian stopped abruptly mid-sentence. “Whoosh!

” With a sharp sound, four sharp blades flashed from her wrists and ankles.

“Swallow Bat Blades?”

Lin Feng was startled again.

“Who goes there?”

Xiahou Lian ignored him, instead assuming a defensive posture in one direction. Suddenly, a mound of earth there split open, and two figures, one tall and one short, leaped out. "

It's you?"

She was somewhat surprised, but still put away her weapons. "What are you doing here?"

The two demons, Tu and Mu, had been sent by Xiang Qingsi to protect Lin Feng.

"To protect the young master," the tall, thin Yao Qianmu laughed. "Besides, who wouldn't want to witness the skills of the world's number one assassin?"

The short, stocky Fang Wantu nodded in agreement.

"Alright… let's witness it together."

Xiahou Lian wanted to say something, but Lin Feng stopped her, gazing at the distant county town as he spoke…

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