[Urban] Riot Style (Complete) - 28-30

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Chapter Six: Exorcising the Ghost

At 12:00 PM on September 11, 1990, in room B3 of the villa at the Pacific Paradise in South Hakone,

Hu Yan swallowed the rest of his sentence, "Wenwen, please stop glaring at me like that. I really didn't mean to, who would have thought you'd get your bottle—" (early symptoms of henpecked husband)

"Sizzle!" The Heavenly Master's eyes were filled with an overwhelming murderous aura, but she maintained her composure in public, offering a seemingly indifferent smile. She lovingly put her arm around Hu Yan's waist. "Husband, are you confused? Confused? Or confused? Isn't that right?"

"Yes! Yes!"

Sparks crackled in Hu Yan's hair as he shook his head repeatedly.

"Who is this little sister of yours, Ah Yan? Why didn't you introduce her last time we met?"

Murong Yanran selectively forgot her first meeting with Zhang Zhenwen, gently stroking Hu Yan's other hand.

The intense electric current vanished without a trace; the rules of the Celestial Master forbade harming mortals. Zhang Zhenwen obeyed the rules, which is why she was conflicted with Murong Yanran. "What business is it of yours how I discipline this idiot? Do you, a mere mortal, dare to oppose a Celestial Master who has cultivated to become an immortal?"

Murong Yanran ignored the anger in the Celestial Master's eyes and began introducing Zhang Zhenwen's clothes. "Zhenwen, isn't this outfit nice? It's from this year's Paris Autumn collection..."

A pure white chiffon blouse paired with a light purple floral print skirt showcased the Celestial Master's youthful and radiant appearance. Zhang Zhenwen, due to the extensive damage to her Taoist robe, had changed into the clothes Murong Yanran had provided. As the saying goes, "He who eats another's food is bound to him; he who takes another's gift is bound to him." The beautiful Celestial Master reluctantly suppressed her anger. Repaying kindness with enmity would be a disgrace to her family; even knowing she was at a disadvantage, she had no choice but to yield. However, letting a cunning woman get close to her lustful husband was incredibly stressful…

Zhang Zhenwen's eyes darted around before her gaze returned to Hu Yan, whom she was embracing. She retorted sarcastically, “Husband, it’s so lively here. In just a few days, everyone except two who came before is here. Hmm, and three new Japanese faces too. You’re wasting your talent not being a human trafficker!”

Zhang Zhenwen’s words were dripping with jealousy, a scent that could be smelled even from halfway down the street.

Hu Yan didn’t know the situation with the other two new women. He was actually relieved that Yamaguchi Mina and the other women had left yesterday! If Wenwen, that jealous pot, knew that he had slept with over thirty fresh Japanese actresses, even with Yanran and all the beautiful women in the room present… Hu Yan believed that even the Heavenly Master would lose her temper and probably chop him into tiny black powder, then blown away by a gust of wind! Having a woman with exceptional, almost invincible, ability to enter the harem is dangerous, especially when one can’t be ruthless and cruel in their cruel training!

"Wenwen, do you really think I can control you? You wouldn't like a heartless man, would you?"

Hu Yan said, feigning helplessness. With the power of a dragon, Hu Yan could overpower the Celestial Master, but once he regained his senses, he would definitely be punished by lightning and thunder. After meeting Zhang Zhenwen, Hu Yan had an unprecedented thirst for greater martial prowess. Violence against beautiful women was bad, but if a man couldn't even use violence, he would be too unlucky and pitiful...

"Idiot, let me tell you, dual cultivation is divided into physical intercourse, spiritual intercourse, and the union of form and emptiness. The inferior path is physical intercourse, the middle path is spiritual intercourse. The superior path is the dual cultivation of form and emptiness..."

Under Zhang Zhenwen's sermon-like, earnest instruction, Hu Yan, like a corpse being herded from Xiangxi, walked listlessly to Takano Masako's room.

"You all stay outside. It's enough for me, Ah Xue, and my husband to stay inside! The ghostly energy in the room is weak, but even a mortal would fall seriously ill if they went in."

Zhang Zhenwen's expression turned serious as she reached the doorway, her left hand forming a mudra and pressing it against the wooden doorframe.

"I know hypnosis, let me in too. I showed you that photo."

Murong Yanran didn't want to be excluded; doing so would distance her further from Hu Yan. The Queen suddenly missed Zhang Jiayi, who was away on business, because Zhang Zhenwen had said Zhang Jiayi wasn't an ordinary person.

"I'm a news reporter, and ghosts and stuff? I don't believe it. I want to go with her."

Asakawa Reiko shared the same thought as Murong Yanran; although she was afraid, she still wanted to go in.

"I said no, and that's final! I am a Celestial Master, it is my responsibility to exorcise demons and protect the righteous path. The safety of humanity and the slaying of demons are none of your business, mortals!"

Zhang Zhenwen was unyielding on matters of principle, casting two spells in quick succession—one immobilizing them, the other a protective talisman—on Murong Yanran and Asakawa Reiko. The Celestial Master solemnly ordered Yuan Xiaozhong, "Help these two to the main hall. I have set up a powerful array of talismans in this villa; it's absolutely safe."

"Yes, yes!"

The two women were terrified of supernatural events and quickly agreed to Zhang Zhenwen's request, helping Murong Yanran and Asakawa Reiko to the safe hall.

Once Hu Yan entered, Zhang Zhenwen flipped her hand, and another yellowed talisman was slapped against the door. "Forbidden!" "Oh!

You idiot, you really know how to pick people! A pair of Japanese erotic sisters, no less."

Zhang Zhenwen stared at Hu Yan with a half-smile. Such filthy things dare to ask me to save them! Japan really doesn't discriminate between men and women; they're either devils or beasts.

Hu Yan initially wanted to change Zhang Zhenwen's perception, but considering his own dislike for Japanese men and the fact that Zhang Zhenwen hadn't refused to treat Takano Masagoko, he didn't say anything more about the Heavenly Master's sour attempt to take the blame. His few days in Japan had distanced him from those who judged people by their race. As long as a girl was pretty enough, any girl could be forgiven. Japanese girls categorized girls according to the severity of their crimes, from lowest to highest: livestock, sex slaves, domestic animals, pets, sex slaves…

So far, the Japanese girls were quite self-aware; Takano Mai and Takano Masagoko considered themselves pet bitches, the actresses from Yamaguchi's group were all domestic animal queens and defeated dogs, and Yamaguchi Mina and Kisaragi Yukino, as useful talents, were granted the rank of sex slaves. Asakawa Reiko, because she met Hu Yan early and had been helpful in settling things, was promoted to a regular love slave…

Leaving aside Hu Yan's harem hierarchy, let's get back to the main point.

When Hu Yan's eyes turned to the tatami mat where Takano Mai and Takano Masagoko were lying, he was stunned. Now I finally understand why the Celestial Master spoke sarcastically. Why are you squeezing and pinching Mai's breasts, Zhen Shazi? Are you dreaming of breastfeeding?

"Sister Wenwen! You're here!"

Hu Xue, who was guarding the bedside, smiled as soon as she saw Zhang Zhenwen and Hu Yan. Her face flushed slightly, and she said in a kitten-like, coquettish tone, "Brother Yan!"

Hu Yan, not wanting to upset Zhang Zhenwen any further, said with rare authority, "Ah Xue, let Wenwen treat them first. We'll talk about everything later."

"Alright then!"

Ah Xue's starry eyes dimmed sadly, her little tongue sticking out cutely as she stood sullenly to the side.

Zhang Zhenwen examined the two women's bodies for a while, then placed a different yellow and black talisman on the heads of Takano Mai and Takano Masako respectively. She frowned and said, "Idiot! If I said I could only save one, which one would you save?"

"Only one?"

Faced with this choice, Hu Yan shook his head. "I won't allow any of my women to die. Tell me what I can do, and I will fulfill my responsibilities as a man."

Hearing this, the Celestial Master smiled with satisfaction, but then felt that smiling at this moment seemed inappropriate, so he quickly changed the subject, adopting his stern expression, and said, "You do have a conscience… This Takano Mai is just possessed by a ghost, her ghostly aura is a bit strong. Giving her talisman water will easily dispel it. But this Takano Masako seems to have lost her three souls and seven spirits, or perhaps she can't understand and doesn't want to wake up. Her body is tainted with a heavy ghostly aura, and she's so weak she's on the verge of death."

Zhang Zhenwen pointed to Takano Masako's left breast, then to her own. "Right now, her body needs Ah Xue's milk to keep her alive, but that's secondary. The most important thing is here..."

Hu Yan thought Zhang Zhenwen was pointing in the wrong place, so he naturally misunderstood. "Need to breast augmentation? Isn't Ah Xue's milk enough? Mai's breasts aren't quite enough to massage. Masako's breasts are a bit flat, but they're already pretty good, just like Mai's. Why would she need breast augmentation?"

Zhang Zhenwen was almost bursting with anger at Hu Yan! She yelled, "Breast augmentation?! Have you not ejaculated all your semen yet?! I'm talking about the heart! The heart needs comforting! You idiot! Idiot! You big idiot with a head full of eroticism!"

Hu Yan looked infinitely aggrieved... Wenwen said you called her erotic before, then used Ah Xue as an example, and made such an ambiguous gesture. How could I not think about breast augmentation?! I almost thought you were jealous that Ah Xue's breasts were bigger than yours!

The rest was none of Hu Yan's concern, and even if he wanted to, he couldn't. Zhang Zhenwen drew talismans and performed rituals, chanting incantations as the wooden sword blatantly stabbed Takano Mai's genitals on the ground, tearing her clothes and revealing her white flesh. After half an hour of this, the beautiful Taoist priestess, her breath sweet as orchids, sheathed the wooden sword and applied a calming talisman to Takano Mai. Zhang Zhenwen tasted a sip of the talisman water, a mixture of Ah Xue's milk and burnt talisman paper, and with a strange expression, fed it to Takano Mai mouth-to-mouth, saying, "Take this away, get a good night's sleep, and you'll be fine."

"Then let's start with the real sand!" As soon as

Zhang Zhenwen finished speaking, Hu Yan quickly handed her a hot towel to wipe the sweat from the Taoist priestess's arduous ritual.

Zhang Zhenwen's normally pale face, which hadn't turned pale from the ritual, suddenly flushed red, her apple-like face almost making Hu Yan unable to resist kissing her. "This...this isn't quite right...it's best to wait until tomorrow night."

The beautiful Taoist priest spoke vaguely, as if she had some unspeakable secret.

"Wenwen, saving lives is like putting out a fire. Saving a life is better than building a seven-story pagoda..."

Hu Yan, oblivious to the danger, earnestly advised, mostly for Takano Masako's life, and partly to retaliate against Zhang Zhenwen's nagging about dual cultivation, taking concubines, and so on. He had been struck and scolded all day, and finally he had a chance to vent...

"No need to say anything! I said tomorrow night, so it's tomorrow night!"

Zhang Zhenwen, her jade-like face filled with murderous intent, struck Hu Yan with a palm strike, glanced sideways at Hu Yan's calm lower body, and, seeing Ah Xue's mischievous look, tried to escape.

But Ah Xue blocked the door first, saying, "Sister Wenwen, don't worry about Brother Yan's lack of essence. Brother Yan only needs a pinch of Ah Xue's milk to be fully revived."

Zhang Zhenwen's eyelids twitched, and she put her raised foot down heavily, saying to Hu Yan with a forced smile, "Idiot, is it true? Is this what you meant by 'paying off all your dues'?"

So that evil method of draining essence didn't work after all! It wasn't enough to squeeze the essence out of his tubes and bags; it seems that he also needs to drain Ah Xue, the root of all evil, before he can use that shameful magic to make the idiot unable to take a concubine.

"Wenwen—"

"Boom!" The Celestial Master's evil scheme to extract semen failed, and in a bad mood, he angrily shouted, "Idiot, blame yourself for only knowing how to have physical intercourse, you can't even have spiritual intercourse! Since you can recover quickly, come back after lunch and do as I say!"

"Sister Wenwen, is everything over?"

Hu Xue sweetly pleaded with Zhang Zhenwen, "Sister Wenwen, you have to stand up for me! Brother Yan owes me ten boxes of lollipops and never pays them back."

Xue's pleading didn't matter; it couldn't sway Zhang Zhenwen's mind. But the stunning sight of Xue's enormous breasts swaying wildly instantly captivated the Celestial Master! No wonder she has so much milk! How can a child be so big? If I drink her milk, will I get bigger too? "Idiot, a life for a life, a debt for a debt. Paying back a lollipop is a matter of course."

Connecting lollipops with "a matter of course"—Wenwen, you truly are a mad Celestial Master! Faced with Zhang Zhenwen's insistence on reasoning with lightning strikes, Hu Yan was speechless.

"That's right! If Brother Yan doesn't compensate Xue with a hundred boxes of lollipops, Xue will call everyone here to watch!"

Seriously, it's already a hundred boxes of lollipops? Xue, don't you think your room is going to be overflowing?

"Xue, when did I ever owe you so many lollipops? Besides, eating so many lollipops will ruin your teeth!"

Hu Yan tried to reason with Xue, appealing to her emotions. But Hu Xue, with her breasts jiggling and acting cute, insisted on the hundred boxes of lollipops, even showing her a notebook and consumer protection regulations to assert her rights.

"Idiot! You even tried to steal Xue's lollipops! You deserve to die! Besides, where are you looking at with those lecherous eyes?!"

the beautiful exorcist said fiercely.

Hu Yan blushed, shamelessly declaring, "That's not Ah Xue's focus! I wasn't lecherous, I was just admiring, admiring!"

Zhang Zhenwen rolled her eyes, too lazy to argue with Hu Yan. She raised her delicate hand, "Yin and Yang gather, Five Elements arise. Yin-Yang Five Elements Thunder."

Perfect for testing divine thunder with attributes. Idiot, I want to see just how pure your physique and how strong your mind are, whether even being struck by divine thunder can wash away impurities.

"Sister Wenwen, will Brother Yan be alright?"

Hu Xue gently touched Hu Yan, instantly causing his carbonized clothes to fall to the ground.

"Alright?"

Yes? Why did I treat him like that, striking him so easily? Before this, I could only use Qi-suppressing techniques on people! Zhang Zhenwen, having unleashed the Sweet Dew Spell, fell into reflection. After a long and fruitless search, the Celestial Master decided to classify Hu Yan as her natural enemy. She was destined to take Hu Yan's virginity, and Hu Yan was naturally destined to undergo her divine lightning tempering.

Ah Xue called out again, running laps around Zhang Zhenwen. "Sister Wenwen! Sister Wenwen!"

Riding on Ripley's shoulders, playing horseback riding was so much fun!

Zhang Zhenwen, having listened attentively to the people's opinions, snapped out of her daze and declared with overwhelming force, "Ah Xue, your lollipop is with Sister Wenwen. I'll definitely make sure that idiot brings it over."

Then, Zhang Zhenwen whispered in Ah Xue's ear, "Ah Xue, while you're still growing, shouldn't you limit the amount of milk you give that idiot? A girl's milk is only for children..."

A drop of water in need is repaid with a spring, but what about the kindness of a cup of milk? Clearly, even with so much milk, the Celestial Master couldn't possibly capture the spiritual energy of heaven and earth to transform into ten-thousand-year-old spiritual milk. Therefore, Zhang Zhenwen's only way to cut off Hu Yan's chance to replenish his essence was to negotiate with Ah Xue. According to the demands of the market economy, rising dairy product prices are an inevitable objective law! Macroeconomic control considers limited supply a necessary means to preserve value!

Hu Yan, who had been in a daze, suddenly let out a sharp shout, "Lustful Thunder Technique!"

As the saying goes, cause and effect are cyclical, and retribution is swift. Pink lightning struck the beautiful Celestial Master squarely. Instantly, Zhang Zhenwen, who was plotting to obtain Hu Yan's dragon essence, shuddered and curled up on the ground. The intense electric shock paralyzed her, rendering her unable to move, and the continuous itching made it impossible for her to concentrate on her cultivation. "Idiot... idiot, you..."

The Celestial Master suddenly realized that there were thunder techniques she didn't know! Zhang Zhenwen's eyes shimmered with spring water, and she gave Hu Yan a flirtatious look, managing to utter a few words with difficulty, even her tongue numb.

And this was just the beginning. Hu Yan then began his preferred method of handling rice. He grabbed Zhang Zhenwen's fair, lotus-root-like arm and expertly pulled her backward onto his body. His previously limp member suddenly swelled to the size of her arm, hard as iron, disappearing into the beautiful Taoist priest's skirt. A "rip" sound rang out, and the Taoist priest's mouth involuntarily opened, drool flowing uncontrollably. Then, her sensitive areas trembled uncontrollably, and in an instant, Zhang Zhenwen experienced multiple orgasms, her vagina vibrating and her panties completely soaked. "Mmm—"

"Bang!" As Hu Yan sat down on the ground, seeing the dragon in the field, Zhang Zhenwen screamed hysterically again, her hands flailing wildly in mid-air as if trying to grab something, her face flushed, and she sprang up as if electrocuted, an even greater pleasure surging forth. "Ah—"

Then, as her body fell again, the beautiful celestial master let out a low moan, revealing an expression that seemed both painful and pleasurable, before she convulsed and fainted from a violent outpouring of her yin essence. "Oh—"

"Brother Yan, you remember 'Three Cries of Lustful Thunder'!"

Ah Xue covered her mouth, her eyes filled with disbelief. Sure enough, people are forced to do things, and Brother Yan was struck by lightning. But wasn't the Lustful Thunder technique only usable in the beauty collection?

"Ah Xue, do you really want a lollipop?"

Hu Yan said with his eyes closed and his face ashen, pushing Zhang Zhenwen, who was bent over in shameful climax, off the ferocious giant dragon spear.

"Brother Yan is so scary! Ah Xue wants ten boxes of lollipops, okay?"

Facing the menacing dragon, Ah Xue pursed her pink lips and bargained down to the original factory price.

"Hehehe!"

Hu Yan leered and reached out to Ah Xue, tearing off her cute dress. He began to fondle and lick her tender body. "Ah Xue, do you want to become a lollipop and be eaten by Brother Yan, or do you want Brother Yan to transform into a lollipop and let you eat it?"

"Uh? Isn't that the same?"

Ah Xue neither cried nor struggled. She obediently stretched out her tender little hand, grasped the thick, long, and erect dragon, and gently stroked it. Her pink honey hole suddenly sat on the huge dragon head, circling it. For lollipops, Ah Xue was willing to slay the dragon.

"Ah Xue. Brother Yan is done! Stop!"

The scorching dragon head forced open Ah Xue's fleshy orifice, and Hu Yan immediately sensed something was wrong. Ah Xue's vaginal flesh suddenly seemed to come alive, splitting into countless fine tendrils that clung to the dragon, causing the dragon to undergo eighty-one ordeals and a great tribulation of expanding its three thousand honeyed orifices the moment it entered.

"Hmm... Brother Yan... It won't hurt... Keep moving! Ah... So big... Puff puff... Ah Xue can't take it anymore!"

Hu Xue straddled the tall dragon limply, her large breasts pressed tightly against Hu Yan's chest, her small waist shaking wildly and miraculously, exposing her snow-white breasts, buttocks, and cute pink face, leaving Hu Yan unable to escape as he held her two snow-white buttocks. He could only thrust in and out at an unimaginable speed, frantically entering and exiting Ah Xue's divine orifice.

It turned out that Ah Xue was the hidden master. Hu Yan finally realized Ah Xue's true nature. He suddenly felt ashamed for having previously thought of Zhang Zhenwen's "divine acupoint," a unique and unparalleled acupoint in the world. There are always people better than you, and every acupoint is more exquisite than the last! Ah Xue's two acupoints are treasures… After an unknown amount of time, Hu Yan broke through numerous obstacles, his lustful dragon plunging in more than halfway, deeply immersed in the incredible Water Curtain Cave, the source of ten thousand caves.

This supreme cavern, with its incredibly compact and expansive tension, coiled and swallowed the ferocious behemoth whole, like countless slippery tongues licking and sucking, occasionally triggering a torrent of lustful water, causing the flesh to tightly clamp down, using softness to overcome hardness to close the passage, rushing down with the force of a flood, capturing the foaming fire dragon alive and dragging it back to the battlefield of the acupoint flesh.

"Wenwen, what are you doing… ahh!"

Hu Yan, experiencing both pain and pleasure from being drained of his essence by Ah Xue, suddenly noticed the Celestial Master swaying as he got up. Covered in black aura and dazzling with lightning, she approached, quickly squeezing Ah Xue's breasts and stuffing them into her mouth, savoring the aroma several times.

"No idiots! This time I'll be very gentle, hehehe."

Zhang Zhenwen chuckled wickedly, her delicate hand forming a Daoist pattern. Taking advantage of Hu Yan's ferocious thrusting into Ah Xue, she mysteriously sent a hand through the wood-based energy path beneath the floor. "Yi Wood Divine Thunder—Earth Thunder Technique!" The Celestial Master, struck by lightning, had attained enlightenment, gaining a new and wondrous understanding of thunder magic. A wisp of greenish-yellow, swirling lightning, in the form of alternating current, struck her anus.

Hu Yan felt a numbness in his vulnerable anus, and his lewd dragon, quite obligingly, thrust deep inside. White semen shot out like a merciless, world-destroying flood, his erect penis swelling Ah Xue's belly, "plop plop," sending the rolling-eyed Ah Xue flying into the sky.

Dragons battle in the wild, their blood black and yellow. A fierce dragon crosses the river, the flowing water retains no semen. The villain who stole the little girl's lollipop will eventually be punished. Hu Yan was truly drained, and fainted under the combined attack of the Celestial Master and Ah Xue.

After the lesson of semen and blood, Hu Yan, who had once again become a dragon overlord, shed a tear from his tiger eyes and finally understood the profound truth that "man cannot fight against heaven (thunder), and (lustful) dragon cannot fight (Ah Xue)." He needed to form alliances and divide and conquer. He absolutely could not let the Celestial Master and Ah Xue join forces! He would bribe Ah Xue with lollipops to provide milk, and make the violating Celestial Master pay for his lustful debt with his body full of semen!

"Ah Xue, from now on you're Wenwen's good little sister! We'll take care of idiots together in bed from now on! Ahahaha."

The Celestial Master, rubbing Ah Xue's large breasts with a queenly three-part laugh, proposed an equal cooperation to Ah Xue and forced the miserable Hu Yan to drink a fist-sized recovery pill.

"Haha! Okay. But Sister Wenwen has to give Xue a lollipop!"

Hu Xue watched Zhang Zhenwen's ample bosom rise and fall, clapping her pink hands vigorously, laughing heartlessly.

"You two little sisters have so much free time! The food has been reheated three times already."

Murong Yanran appeared outside the door at some point, the talisman pasted on her head gone. Accompanying her was Zhang Jiayi, whose arm was broken and whose face was scratched. Murong Yanran helped the silent, dejected Hu Yan up, quietly pulling him into her warm embrace, a look of schadenfreude on her face!

Zhang Jiayi blocked Zhang Zhenwen's gaze from Murong Yanran, her expression calm and stubborn, fearless and resigned to death. "My heart is redeemed, my pain is transferred." Suddenly, Zhang Jiayi's bra emitted light, an incomparably sacred power shining on Hu Yan with a strange warmth. Zhang Jiayi collapsed to the ground, exhausted, with streaks of orgasm fluid accumulating on her underwear. She feared not the pain of unrequited love, but only her pain. "I'm not afraid of my loneliness, I'm only afraid of yours. Sister Yanran, I love you!"

"Idiot, I'll come back to heal you tonight. The Qi-Nourishing Pill should be enough to restore your energy."

Zhang Zhenwen scoffed at Murong Yanran's underhanded and unfair tactics. She glanced at Gao Yewu and Gao Ye Masako lying on the ground, then grabbed A Xue's hand and prepared to leave the room.

"Zhenwen, A Xue, why don't you join the others for dinner? There's nowhere to eat for miles around. Besides, do you have any money on you?"

Murong Yanran said, seemingly out of kindness.

It must be said that the aloof Murong Yanran far surpassed the reclusive Zhang Zhenwen in terms of pomp and circumstance. The Celestial Master struggled to navigate life in unfamiliar Japan, resorting to magic to condescend for food and drink while constantly wary of newly formed enemies seeking revenge...

Meanwhile, Murong Yanran subdued Yamaguchi Mina, the heiress of the powerful Yamaguchi-gumi, and lived a comfortable life thanks to the group's reputation and patronage. If it weren't for the accidental cursed videotape, Murong Yanran might have plotted to seize power for Yamaguchi Mina, becoming the behind-the-scenes queen of Japan's underworld... But I

digress. Back to the beautiful and protective Queen, she used the opportunity to bully Zhang Zhenwen and Ah Xue.

"Enough talk! Wenwen, Axue, let's go try Yanran's cooking. Oh, and Yanran, have Mina bring over a hundred boxes of lollipops. I'm going to use lollipops to sweeten Axue to death!"

Hu Yan's good point is that he doesn't hold grudges after sex. The first thing he did after regaining consciousness was to embrace the beautiful female Taoist priest, who was stiff from having her acupoints struck, and the carefree and lively Axue.

"Alright,"

Zhang Zhenwen reluctantly agreed out of respect for Hu Yan. She could do the theft and fraud herself, but she couldn't get involved with Axue. "I don't know you well. Just call me Taoist Master, like any other believer."

"Taoist Master!"

Hu Yan called out in a strange tone and pulled Zhang Zhenwen towards the hall.

Zhang Zhenwen's face immediately turned red, and she glared at Hu Yan with displeasure, whispering, "Husband, call me Wenwen. I'm the epitome of gentleness. If you call me that, I'll kill you!"

Murong Yanran chuckled inwardly. Do you have any semblance of gentleness? You were so arrogant when you saw me, demanding that I address you as Celestial Master. But you become so weak when you're with him, even calling me Wenwen! You're not trying to please Ah Yan, are you? You've gone crazy trying to please him! Murong Yanran suppressed her stomach pain and quickly sat down to eat a few bites of food to suppress her laughter, but she immediately spat it out again.

"Alright! Wenwen!"

Hu Yan said naturally with a smile. "Wenwen, Ah Xue, Yanran, let's eat!"

"Pfft!"

Murong Yanran lost her composure. "You actually managed to scream after being struck like that by her…" "Ah Yan, the weather's bad, wearing a rubber raincoat will protect you from the electric shock."

"Husband, order more food to cool down your body. Cure that Japanese woman and then come back to China with me. The mortal world isn't for you."

"Ah Yan, how about we go to Nara after we eat? There are so many fresh female dogs there waiting to be raped!"

"Ah Yan…"

"Husband…"

"Ah Yan…"

"Idiot…"

At the dinner table afterwards, Murong Yanran and Zhang Zhenwen launched a war of words, a war without swords, just a back-and-forth of verbal sparring. Finally, with a chicken leg, a chopstick of vegetables, half an egg, and a fish head stuffed in his mouth, Hu Yan, who had been relentlessly criticized by lightning for half a day, resisted the urge to overturn the table, but couldn't resist unleashing his fury.

"Bang! No talking while eating! And besides, I have hands, I don't need you to feed me! Yanran, stop laughing! Wenwen, stop glaring! Xue, don't put the lollipop in your bowl..."

Ever since Hu Yan started spitting out food and started yelling, there were frequent shadowy figures moving under the tablecloth. The war at the dinner table turned into a cold war under the table. The meal passed in complete silence among the women and Hu Yan's flushed face...

Speaking of which, Japanese tables are very sturdy, allowing you to stretch your legs wide.

Speaking of which, Hu Yan's "dragon" is very sturdy, able to withstand being stepped on. " So

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********** ... " Stubborn to the end. " "Yes!" Murong Yanran forced a smile. Murong Yanran was completely lying. With her skills, she would normally use any means to bribe, subdue, and exploit someone like Zhang Zhenwen. This was something she had prepared for the second time she met the Celestial Master. But strangely, like Ah Xue, whom she had been forced to ignore, Murong Yanran couldn't feign compliance with the eccentric Zhang Zhenwen. A hidden resentment and a desire to humiliate her simmered within her. But she couldn't even beat Jia Yi! "Want to know how my husband will exorcise the ghost?" Zhang Zhenwen's tone shifted, adopting a calm and serious demeanor. Murong Yanran hesitated for a moment, then lowered her elbow and shook her head. "What do I want to know! I only know that Ah Yan is currently having fun with Jia Yi." Shifting the topic from her area of expertise, Murong Yanran countered without backing down. "Hehe!" Zhang Zhenwen's face twitched. She smiled and placed her palm on the teacup, a wisp of steam rising from the surface. "Wasn't that what you asked for? We cultivators uphold the righteous path and are benevolent..." The Celestial Master first drew a line between Hu Yan and himself and Murong Yanran, but upon seeing Murong Yanran's teasing, half-smiling expression, he was once again furious at Hu Yan's lecherous behavior. After his expression changed three times, he chuckled and pointed to his own face, "What do you want to know? Give me a kiss and I'll tell you." Okay! The Celestial Master was being a rogue, planning to tease his rival again. "Smack!" Murong Yanran didn't say a word and gave Zhang Zhenwen a fierce, long kiss, completely suppressing her momentum. Hmm? Even a queen can be shameless! Of course not, because there was no one else present, and the beautiful Celestial Master who made the suggestion had even less face to say it out loud! For Murong Yanran, embarrassing things that couldn't be told were as good as never having happened. "Bang! Wenwen, Yanran, you've killed me!" Hu Yan, his arm bruised and purple, a tooth mark on his foot, kicked open the wooden door, sword in hand, just in time to witness the two women kissing passionately. His sword clattered to the ground, his mouth gaping wider than a dead man's in a photograph, staring dumbfounded at the frozen image of the magnificent queen and the beautiful celestial master. "You—" "The River of Oblivion, the Bridge of Helplessness…Meng Po's Soup." Without a second thought, the beautiful celestial master uttered a spell, her magic dissolving it into her half-taken teacup. She indirectly kissed Hu Yan, forcing him to drink it. A flick of lightning stimulated Hu Yan's Adam's apple, causing him to swallow the soup and roll his eyes. "Are you satisfied now!" Zhang Zhenwen glanced back at Murong Yanran, whose mask had reappeared on her face. So you have a way of hiding things, huh? I underestimated you. You're no ordinary person either. "Zhenwen, this was an accident." Murong Yanran removed her mask, her face slightly flushed, but she still managed a calm smile. Zhang Zhenwen spat out a few words through gritted teeth, "I believe you!" She returned to her seat with her empty cup, muttering some kind of incantation and pointing repeatedly in all directions and at herself. "Could it really be just bad luck? Damn it." " Wenwen, Yanran, you've ruined me!" While Zhang Zhenwen was fussing, Hu Yan rolled his eyes back and continued his shouting. Something's not right! "Ayan, isn't Jiayi satisfying? I even tied her hands and feet and sent her to you. I even kept watch outside for you, you must have had a great time treating her, right?" Murong Yanran smiled sweetly. "Yanran, you want me to give her some protein-rich mucus to heal her wounds..." Hu Yan cautiously observed the Celestial Master's expression, trying to fool Zhang Zhenwen with a vague, uncultured reply, only to find Zhang Zhenwen staring intently out the window, as if trying to make the swaying trees bloom. Shouldn't you take your jealousy out on me? Will Wenwen become more obedient when she's with Yanran? Anyway, a harmonious harem is always a good thing. Speak of the devil, and he appears! Zhang Jiayi, completely healed, ran naked out of the room, her breasts heaving, arms outstretched, protecting Murong Yanran. "Don't even think about doing anything bad to Sister Yanran!" "Silly Jiayi, didn't I tell you not to care what he does or says? Ayan must be joking. Your arm and face are all healed." "Sister Yanran, no. He said he wanted me to never see you again, that you belong to him." Zhang Jiayi moved her perfectly healed left arm.

It seems the reason they were able to untie the ropes was because they were missing a hand—a careless mistake! But Ah Yan, you really have a soft spot for women, holding the sword but not cutting her. You let her pinch you like this, and even let her bite you. "Jiayi!"

Murong Yanran suddenly stood up, leaned close to Zhang Jiayi, and kissed her. She only released her hand when Zhang Jiayi's eyes widened, pupils contracted, red tongues intertwined, and her gaze became unfocused. "Jiayi, Ah Yan is right. I am his. But you are mine. Like this button and this garment. I am this garment, you are this button. You will always be an inseparable part of me. Right?"

"Yes! Yes! Sister Yanran."

After receiving Murong Yanran's kiss and affirmation, Zhang Jiayi's IQ plummeted to 9 in excitement, her mind replaying the ambiguous phrases "you are mine" and "inseparable."

"So, you're the button, you're mine. I'm the clothes, I'm his. You're the button on the clothes, you're mine, and you're his too. If you want to be with me, you have to be with him."

Murong Yanran's simple and clear substitution of concepts confused Zhang Jiayi, causing her to revert to taking Hu Yan's injuries back onto herself, and then solemnly apologize to Hu Yan...

"Her spiritual energy and magic have been cleansed. I'm going to perform a ritual to save that Japanese woman. Idiot, hurry up and get into that room."

Hearing Murong Yanran's wicked seduction, Zhang Zhenwen didn't want to breathe the same air as Murong Yanran anymore, and shooed Hu Yan, who was only wearing underwear, into the room like shooing away flies.

Murong Yanran shook her head and chuckled, "Does the Celestial Master really have to treat patients in this wooden hut?"

Zhang Zhenwen chuckled and flicked her finger at Zhang Jiayi, "To treat her, you need to go into this room; to treat the Japanese woman, of course, you need to go into another room. The world is going to the dogs! Women these days don't even wear clothes."

"Jiayi, go change your clothes,"

Murong Yanran dismissed Zhang Jiayi.

"Husband, drink the magic water. Replenish your energy,"

Zhang Zhenwen instructed Hu Yan.

"Glug glug."

Hu Yan drank the strange-tasting water from the jade bottle, inadvertently blurting out his thoughts, "What does it taste like? It's not even as good as Ah Xue's breast milk, or that birdman's sister's juice… cough cough, I mean plain water."

Hu Yan caught a glimpse of blue light out of the corner of his eye and quickly corrected himself.

"If you want to die, you can spit it out. Don't you think this bottle looks familiar, you idiot?"

The Celestial Master dispelled the palm lightning, leisurely lit the candles on the incense table, and solemnly bowed three times.

"This, that, no—"

Cold sweat broke out on Hu Yan's forehead, his stomach revolting.

"Yes. It's made with blood, but since you have so much, I'll just use the most effective one. Ten drops of blood for one drop of essence."

Zhang Zhenwen's lips curled into a beautiful smile, effortlessly presenting the facts and reasoning.

"Ugh! Ugh!"

Just as Hu Yan bent over to vomit, a large pill was in his mouth, followed by a quick kiss from Zhang Zhenwen's fingertips.

The Celestial Master's pills were very well-made, mostly the kind that melted in the mouth. So, Hu Yan swallowed all the liquid back into his stomach, his mouth full of sourness.

"You want to die? I won't let you die! The Supreme Northern Dragon Profound Pill can draw the Northern Purple Qi into the Profound Pill Palace, and upon encountering the Radiant Spirit, it will stimulate the Crimson Qi like a string."

When faced with an awkward question, the Celestial Master would use technical terms instead of keywords, making a sentence sound mysterious and incomprehensible to a normal person.

Are you trying to make me wish I were dead? Hu Yan inwardly scoffed, not wanting to open his mouth at all. He had no desire to know how many pills Zhang Zhenwen still had in her empty hands.

"Ayan, she said you have the mark of a very powerful ghost on you."

"Ghosts? I'm not afraid of them! I've slept in cemeteries before."

Hu Yan calmly replied, then suddenly felt uncomfortable and asked Zhang Zhenwen, "That ghost, is it from the videotape? Can it be removed?" "

I've already removed the curses on that girl and the Japanese reporter. As for the other curses, they're in the latent stage; they'll naturally be fine after a few days of drinking talisman water. Don't worry about it." "

Sister Celestial Master, are you sure you can save them? I can take them to a major hospital. If you kill them, Ayan won't forgive you. Even if it's just a Japanese bitch!"

"Stop calling me 'little sister'! This idiot isn't even married to you yet! It's fine if the Japanese devils are exorcised, but Japanese women are human too, not some bitch!"

Zhang Zhenwen let out a long sigh, her expression regaining its righteous indignation. "Since you want to hear how I save people, I'll tell you how my Taoist sect deals with ghosts. For powerful ghosts, there are only four methods: exorcising, guiding, avoiding, and annihilating. For example, my Maoshan sect is best at exorcising ghosts, able to drive them away or subdue them; my Qingwei sect is best at guiding ghosts, able to exorcise ordinary ghosts or subdue evil ghosts to resolve their resentment; then there's my Jingming sect's ghost-avoiding method, using counteracting objects to hide oneself, or hiding in places ghosts dare not find. Finally, there's my Shenxiao sect's Soul-Destroying Thunder Technique, which can directly shatter a ghost's soul, preventing it from ever being reborn!"

Having said all that, which sect are you from? A row of question marks rose above Murong Yanran's head. According to Murong Yanran's impression, the legendary Taoist sects were extremely sectarian, with outdated customs and rules such as clinging to outdated traditions and passing on knowledge only to men. "Sister Celestial Master, what method do you plan to use to deal with the 'ghosts' on Takano Masago and Ah Yan?"

"Ahem."

Zhang Zhenwen was hit hard by Murong Yanran's pointed remark. Because she was unfamiliar with the area, and due to the severe shortage of spellcasting materials from the previous days' battle, plus Hu Yan's insistence that Takano Masago absolutely not harm her, methods of avoidance and annihilation were completely unusable. Furthermore, the rebound from exorcising ghosts would pose a significant danger to Takano Masago. Therefore, she could only use the Qingwei School's Taoist magic, which she was very unfamiliar with.

The Celestial Master, forcing a smile, began to boast, "Of course, it's the ghost-summoning method of my Qingwei Sect. I am the most skilled ghost-summoning disciple of the Qingwei Sect in this generation, and also the current sect leader. I am proficient in thunder magic, alchemy, and talismans. I have also revived the ancient Shenxiao Sect's lineage."

"Ahem, excuse me. We're only talking about ghost-summoning. Celestial Master, do you really know how to summon ghosts? And is your Qingwei Sect just you alone?"

Murong Yanran interrupted Zhang Zhenwen, who was hurriedly pulling Hu Yan inside, with a smile that concealed a dagger.

"How do you know... how powerful I am!"

Zhang Zhenwen's words took a dramatic turn, almost tricking Murong Yanran into revealing information without her knowledge.

Hu Yan felt his hands and feet turn cold, and said with a sense of resignation, "Wenwen, I'm entrusting these several hundred pounds to you! Burn paper money for me every few days from now on. Remember, don't burn newspapers like Ah Xue did!" Hu Yan felt he had entrusted the wrong person and was doomed.

"Ayan, I'll wait for you. Whether you succeed or fail, you must come back. When you return, I'll join you with Xue and me as your emperor and empress."

After a look of heartbreaking farewell, Murong Yanran gave Hu Yan a seductive wink.

"You...you guys! My magic is 100% successful! Even if it fails...my husband will be fine."

Zhang Zhenwen declared resolutely. "The time I tried, I succeeded in the end. Now my cultivation has improved a lot, so there shouldn't be any problem.

" "You're so confident? Celestial Master, do you dare to make a bet with me?"

Murong Yanran revealed a perfectly balanced and cunning smile.

For the sake of her Celestial Master title, Zhang Zhenwen, no matter how guilty she felt, couldn't show weakness. She could only try to scare Murong Yanran away, shouting, "Why wouldn't I dare! And what right do you have to bet with me?"

"If I lose, I'll leave Ayan. If I win, you'll obediently become my sister, and you'll also have to accompany Ayan in a 4P!"

Murong Yanran wickedly proposed a bet. Ah Yan couldn't possibly abandon me; I wouldn't admit defeat without a witness. The Queen was being unreasonable, leaving the Celestial Master helpless.

"Alright!"

Zhang Zhenwen had long wanted to get rid of Murong Yanran. Although the chance of summoning the ghost was only 60%, the Celestial Master still wanted to take the gamble; after all, there's no profit in something with absolutely no risk.

"Hey! I'm not some object you can just pass around! I'm your husband, your husband!"

Hearing the two women's bet, Hu Yan panicked. With his temperament, he would be heartbroken for a long time if one of his women ran away.

"I won't allow you—uh."

Murong Yanran smiled sweetly and whispered in Hu Yan's ear, "Ah Yan, I'll make her both save the person and lose the bet."

She even licked Hu Yan's earlobe teasingly at the end.

With boundless Celestial Master authority, Zhang Zhenwen solemnly commanded, "Idiot, come in here!"

Then, under Murong Yanran's gentle gaze, Zhang Zhenwen dragged Hu Yan into the room where Takano Masako was.

Zhang Zhenwen stripped Gao Ye Zhenshazi naked, then conjured cinnabar and smeared it on her bare body. She began reciting the *Yuanshi Qingwei Yingyun* (元始清微应运), "True essence and wondrous transformations, the Heavenly Emperor's traces, Qin descended to neighboring states, the wondrous palace of protection..." Halfway through, ignoring Hu Yan's protests, she stripped him naked again. Using thousand-year-old cinnabar, she drew talismans on his body, burned incense, and danced, immobilizing the itchy Hu Yan. She also struck the arrogant dragon with a bolt of lightning.

Then, the Celestial Master recited, "Female Master Yuanjun. Drifting in Shu, her lineage unknown, Imperial Censor Zhang Zi, the fourth generation. Emerging from Shu to inherit the family line, the dragon and tiger of Guangxin and Guixi continue the immortal source."

Zhang Zhenwen gave Hu Yan a light scolding, slowly unbuttoning her clothes to reveal her white neck. She lowered her slender, jade-like body, her skin exuding a faint feminine fragrance, her graceful figure pressing against Hu Yan's. "Pray to command thunder!" "Whoosh!"

Hu Yan's dragon root rose high against the wind, thrusting into the Celestial Master's jade crotch and rubbing against her, making Zhang Zhenwen's soft, full body burn.

Her face flushed and her blood boiling, Zhang Zhenwen held her smooth, creamy breasts, aligning her slightly undulating, full breasts with Hu Yan's, drawing circles nine times on each of her full, rounded breasts. She then imprinted the still-wet cinnabar talisman, its alluring imprint connecting to the deep cleavage.

Afterward, breathing heavily, Zhang Zhenwen half-squatted, half-kneeled, painting her own body with incantations and talismans, finally pouring the remaining cinnabar onto Hu Yan's throbbing head. To cool it down, to dissolve it with water.

Then, the beautiful Celestial Master's eyes brimming with spring water, she grasped the root and stroked it, three times on each side. Yu Nuyin drew another talisman, and with a palm seal, softly chanted "Threefold Dao, Pure and Subtle Transformation Seal," she bowed her head before the dragon. With a soft moan, she gently blew, and the white dragon ascended to heaven. She took some red and white substances, applied them to her brow, and smeared them on her cheeks.

After doing all this, Zhang Zhenwen hurriedly covered her cheeks and glared fiercely at Hu Yan, who was still drooling even while immobilized. "Idiot, now I'm telling you what to do next, don't mess up at the crucial moment. If you truly love that woman, you will definitely not fail!"

Zhang Zhenwen slightly turned her soft, boneless body to avoid Hu Yan's burning gaze, and released the immobilization spell, allowing Hu Yan to stand up on his own. She then carefully instructed Hu Yan on how to dispel the spell. "Don't worry! No one outside can hear what's inside. Aside from chanting and Taoist music, no sound can get in or out and disturb my spellcasting. Is there anything else you don't understand?"

Hu Yan's face still held an incredulous expression. "Wenwen, is this solution reliable?"

"Idiot! Would I lie to you?"

Zhang Zhenwen shouted, her cheeks burning as she lowered her head, her ears turning bright red as she angrily flicked her little finger at the lewd, gleaming magic dragon. "You're not allowed to tell anyone about what happened today, or I'll die with you."

Hu Yan said "Oh," his eyes full of lewd laughter, but feigning surprise on his face, he said repeatedly, "Okay! I agree! But Wenwen, is this really okay? You know, your husband is very pure. This kind of abnormal, lewd ghost-to-ghost Taoist method you're talking about, I—"

Zhang Zhenwen's jade face was as red as fire, a bolt of lightning from her palm grazed past Hu Yan's ear, who was still acting innocent after getting the benefit. "Sizzle!" Lightning

danced like silver snakes, and wood chips flew everywhere. If Zhang Zhenwen weren't afraid of damaging the talisman on Hu Yan's body, she would have used ruthless methods on his body. "You idiot, if you dare say another word, I'll make you ejaculate a foot long and splatter blood five steps away!" "Okay! Okay! I won't say it! I won't say it!"

Hu Yan shook his head like a rattle drum. His lustful eyes, however, were fixed on Zhang Zhenwen's alluring crimson lower body.

"If you look again, I'll gouge out your eyes and use them as firecrackers. Get to bed now! We can't perform the ritual today if we miss the appointed time!"

The Celestial Master gave Hu Yan a coquettish glare, then her face hardened into a cold, icy expression.

"I'll feel embarrassed if you keep looking like that—"

"Boom!" "I'll do it! I'll do it, okay?!"

"Be serious. You need to draw out all her lust, to unite her body and soul, and then you can insert yourself when the yin energy is at its peak at midnight. Lure the ghost into your penis in one fell swoop, draw out her greatest resentment, and then blast it away with Heavenly Yang Strike Thunder."

Zhang Zhenwen's incantation resumed, and a faint blue light shifted, obscuring Zhang Zhenwen, the altar, and everything else from the realm of perception.

Damn idiot. Heal her, and I'll make you experience ecstasy! Although this is my first time writing talismans without action, I'm doing it with my Thunder Dao Heart. I'm not bound by any talismanic rules; I've gathered the strengths of several schools here. Don't let me down, you idiot! If it fails, I'll die in her place. A living Celestial Master will never lose.

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...

"Life's so leisurely! It's a pity we can't leave for a year according to the secrecy regulations. Dr. Elliott, there's a good AV today!"

"What are you saying, Amano! AV! You're still watching that? We're watching real combat now, okay! The RimWorld is no different from the real world." "

Dr. Elliott, let's discuss this. I'll make a few copies of the videos and sell them as AVs later! I heard the Yamaguchi-gumi is actively recruiting AV producers! Anyone who opposes AVs will be killed!"

"Wait! Look, that girl has reappeared! I've checked all the data, she doesn't exist in the RimWorld at all!"

"Could she be a child of a new student in the RimWorld? To make up for the years of loss, the time ratio between the RimWorld and the real world is temporarily set at 1200:1." "Impossible! She's not in the new student records either."

Suddenly, all the images on the computer screens strangely converged on the little girl. The girl in white, covered in blood, had long, flowing hair and big eyes. She floated forward on the computer screen, her figure constantly enlarging.

Suddenly, a beam of blood shot out from countless screens, turning into warm droplets of blood mid-journey, which landed on the faces of the two trembling figures.

The girl in white stepped out of the screen, hovering silently in front of them, and said calmly, "Are you looking at me?"

"No! No! Don't look for me!"

Amano, the assistant to the AV enthusiast, fell off the swivel chair, scrambling and crawling away, covering his head.

"Quick! Turn off the power!"

Dr. Elliott pressed the red power-off button without thinking.

"You are afraid, terrified, and want to kill me! Then die. You must die."

The girl in white raised her head, her innocent eyes suddenly turning blood red, and her beautiful face transformed into a terrifying sight. Whether it was Amano running to the monitoring room door or Dr. Elliott placing his hand on the button, they both suddenly clutched their throats as if suffocating, their mouths gaping open silently, their eyes vacant and unseeing.

The two were dead, and the girl in white wandered around the research institute again. Having cursed and killed all the humans in the entire institute in three minutes, the girl in white seemed to have grown a year older.

"Many, but not enough! I want to connect to all the computers in the world! I want you to die from exhaustion..."

The girl in white typed a series of mysterious and eerie intelligent codes on the computer, uttered her last words, and floated back into the static-filled screen.

A report fell to the ground with a "thud" after the girl left.

"The Ring Project" was a research project of an international organization using over a million computers to create another simulated world. This so-called world did not actually exist in space; it was merely an image displayed on the computer screen.

In cyberspace, we cannot witness life arising naturally, but by implanting the same basic life element—DNA—as in the real world, life forms in cyberspace can begin to evolve. Therefore, based on the theory of shared origins, life begins to emerge in the "Ring Realm," just like in the real world…

Humanity's greatest virtual reality technology, aborted under the powerful interference of the God of Emotion, has become a one-man theater for the growth of vengeful spirits—how tragic is that?

And that's not all.

Even more terrifying is that the vengeful spirits are preparing to use the interaction between reality and virtuality… Storing and spreading a deadly curse, and her first time as a ghost…

“Data world established. Consuming one hundred souls, the ‘ring’ program is activated. Finally, I can pull you from the three-dimensional world into the two-dimensional world. I want you to die from exhaustion…”

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September 11, 1990, 10:30 PM, Room B3 of the log cabin in the South Hakone Pacific Paradise Villa, the room that summons ghosts. “Masako, wake up! Wake up! Wake up! Ugh, what kind of tone is that?!”

“My bitch, stand up! Cough cough, that doesn’t sound right either!”

“Fuck, fuck, fuck until you scream. Uh, a lullaby.”

Hu Yan kept spouting words to revive the ghost, while his fingers patiently slid along Takano Masako’s vulva.

Sliding, sliding, from the bottom of the fleshy folds to the top, from the top of the vulva to the bottom, while pressing and flicking the sensitive ruby clitoris. Ten minutes passed in this monotonous and tedious teasing, and fresh nectar overflowed from Takano Masako's honeypot.

"Mmm...so cool...so hot..."

Takano Masako's body, covered in runes, began to heat up, and she murmured in her sleep, raising her waist to chase the fingers playing with her honeyed lips, her mature mons pubis exuding a seductive feminine scent as it rose and fell alluringly.

"My slutty bitch, your pussy, your asshole...have been seen...everything has been seen! Shame on you."

Warm, thick, sticky fluid flowed from her slick, shiny fingers, and the dragon teasing the beauty was also burning hot and unable to withstand it.

Hu Yan couldn't bear it any longer and hugged Masako's plump buttocks tightly, parted her fair and tender legs, and inserted his dragon root into her wet buttocks, using his dragon instead of his fingers to tremble and rub against her hot labia. He couldn't go in, he couldn't go in yet. It was too painful! But he had to save her first! After saving you, he would fuck you so hard you could only crawl afterward!

Hu Yan's breathing became rapid, like a bull panting at the moon. Takano Masako's labia began to spasm, her lips clamping down on his penis.

"I want...I want your cock...Master! Master! Come on...faster...fuck me! Fuck this horny bitch to death!"

Under Hu Yan's stimulating onslaught, Takano Masako's eyes remained tightly closed, her voice a sobbing whisper of love.

Looking at the clock on the wall, there were still fifteen minutes until 11 PM. Hu Yan realized he'd never had such long foreplay before; the urgency of ejaculation was suffocating him. From now on, I'll only rape, never flirt. Anyone who can last thirty minutes of foreplay is either impotent or has premature ejaculation!

"Mmm...thrust! It's so itchy!"

Takano Masako's body seemed to be thinking something, but the flesh around her labia was itchy and aroused, and another wave of vaginal fluid gushed out.

Hu Yan pressed down on Takano Masago's waist, his penis continuing to squeeze and thrust around her hot, red-hot opening, hovering and drawing water from the entrance, not penetrating deeply, only rubbing back and forth within those few centimeters.

Suddenly, a miraculous change occurred in Takano Masago's genitals. As the hot, thick, hard, and long penis parted and stretched the swollen labia, the opening seemed to come alive, its diameter changing drastically. "Plop!" The slippery tip of the penis disappeared completely, widening the tight, moist opening, only to be gripped tightly by the warm, rebounding vaginal walls.

Takano Masago's genitals were very effective, giving the penis that had entered the opening high attention; the entire vaginal opening, from the inner and outer walls of the tender flesh, became like a small mouth, gently and heavily sucking on the head of the penis stuck at the entrance. "Master...it's hitting the top...it's hitting my little hole...mmm...so beautiful...come on, Master! Let me enjoy your big cock again, hmm...the pleasure of thrusting inside me!"

A large amount of pleasure accumulated at the tip of the dragon root, and Hu Yan's whole body stiffened! It wasn't that he couldn't move, but he was afraid that moving would cause him to lose control of his ejaculation. After only a few dozen seconds in the flesh hole, the dragon changed from the vermilion red back to the shiny oily red. "Masako...bitch! Let go! Hey, you can't do this! Don't go too fast...mmm...huff huff!"

Hu Yan panted heavily as he watched the clock tick forward, but there were still five minutes until 11 PM.

Helpless, Hu Yan forced himself to stand still, touching and sucking on Masako's soft breasts, pulling and flicking her firm clitoris, desperately using his lustful power to simultaneously invade Masako and enhance his huge member. “Go die, go die, go die! Fly away!”

“Ah—ah ah…yes…mmm…so good…no, just breasts…yes…my pussy…you’re so good…master…a little more…Sada…I’m going to die…woo woo…I’m going to fly…again, again…come in…oh!”

After being attacked by lustful thoughts, Takano Masako became even more lewd and wanton. Her body and soul were filled with joy and pleasure. Although her cunt had only swallowed a small part of the dragon, Takano Masako’s extremely sensitive flesh hole could keenly feel the instinctive trembling of the thick dragon spear. Under the impact of Hu Yan’s dazed lustful thoughts, the friction at the entrance was no longer enough to satisfy Takano Masako! Takano Masako’s flesh walls contracted and stretched rapidly, twisting her waist and shaking her buttocks like a snake, wanting to push the lustful dragon deeper.

“Dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong” The eleventh bell finally rang.

With bloodshot eyes, Hu Yan could no longer hold back and thrust his penis in and out violently. "Masako, you damn bitch, you slutty bitch! I told you not to seduce me, not to push me back, not to make me endure... I'll fuck you to death! I'll fuck you to death, you slutty bitch! Ahhh!" "Oh

...so good...it's all the way in...Master...let this bitch feel your big cock! Mmm...the dragon is filling my empty little hole again...mmm...so fast...Master is beating this slutty bitch so good...fuck this slutty bitch to death...mmm ah!"

The vaginal muscles that were almost used to being penetrated were suddenly pierced, and the flesh walls that were tightly contracting and attracting the dragon were caught off guard and let the lewd dragon break through all the way! Hot, domineering, hard, thick, this is how Takano Masako felt about Hu Yan's dragon. The next second, her mind went completely blank as Hu Yan's ferocious dragon head, a third of its length, pierced her clitoris, penetrating deep into her cervix, which felt like a rubber band. With each thrust and withdrawal, Takano Masako's will was shattered by the fleshy pestle, flying away into her swollen, full vagina.

(The Primordial God bestowed the Mysterious Scripture and the Jade Strategies of Mandate, in the Great Luo Mysterious Mystery during the Kalpa, the Pure and Mysterious Origin of the Kalpa's Precious Platform, spreading the wondrous Dao, preserving Heaven's eternal existence. I woo? ne duduo li she.

Hu Yan suddenly felt a jolt in his body, and his relentless attack slowed down. Seeing the talismans covering Kono Masako's body, he finally remembered what he was supposed to do. Strange, the surroundings are misty. Wenwen, where are you? I think I really was bewitched just now.)

"Master, hurry... ah... umm... ah ah... good... so good... oh oh... so hard... fuck this bitch to death... um... fuck me harder... ah oh!"

Takano Masako sprang up from the bed in a bizarre way, hugging Hu Yan's strong waist, her chest thrusting automatically in heat, her pretty face half-buried in Hu Yan's arms, moaning loudly.

No! This won't do! What did Wenwen say again? Right! That's it! Hu Yan finally remembered the later steps of Zhang Zhenwen's ghost-summoning technique from the blissful physical pleasure, and twisted Takano Masako's entangled body, making her lie face down on the bed. "Masako, a bitch should act like a bitch, lie down properly for your master! Slap slap!"

Hu Yan maintained the original speed of thrusting, deliberately penetrating deeply into Takano Masako's gushing uterus, his hands heavily slapping Takano Masako's buttocks until they were bright red.

"Uh... Master, this bitch was wrong... Oh... Master hit me so hard... It feels so good... Oh oh... It's... It's inside again... Ee... There... Oh!"

Takano Masako's heart trembled wildly, her juices flowing freely, her convulsing vaginal opening contracting tightly, all her senses concentrated in her trembling flesh.

Reaching out to caress Takano Masako's wet hair pressed against her face, Hu Yan kissed the already uncontrollably wanton Takano Masako. "Die, you slutty bitch!"

As he spoke, Hu Yan's dragon suddenly unleashed all its power, pulling back. This time, the lewd dragon didn't penetrate deeper and more thirsty into the uterine wall as Takano Masako had expected. Instead, it forcefully broke through the attraction of the vaginal opening and pulled out, inserting into another slippery and tender flesh hole.

"Ah... Master... no... don't stop... waaaah... this bitch can't take it anymore... fuck me... fuck this bitch... ah...

God! There... Master is so bad... this bitch is horny again! Ahh... this bitch is so happy... it's coming... ah oh...

it's coming again... die!... die! Ahh—"

Takano Masako's lewd words burst out, her mind filled with the thought of "fuck me, fuck me," and the climax of her soul and body becoming one made her feel like she was dying and her soul was scattered. However, because Hu Yan did not go down the right path, Takano Masako felt a little resentful and disappointed in her heart despite her joy.

(Yuanhe Mingdao, Taiyi Shenjing. Fasting and rituals are performed, and both the living and the dead obey.

The entire room was filled with an alluring, sensual atmosphere. Hu Yan's heavy breathing and Zhen Shazi's wanton moans rose and fell, lingering for a long time. Suddenly, the bed where the two were entwined, after creaking and groaning, finally collapsed with a loud crash. The most crucial part of summoning and exorcising ghosts had arrived.)

"Pfft! Pfft! Pfft!"

Hu Yan's body jerked forward violently, letting out a muffled growl. His uncontrollable dragon shuddered, wasting wave after wave of essence into Takano Masako's anus.

At this moment, Takano Masako was dazed by lust. Her body was covered with glistening fragrant sweat and blood-like cinnabar runes. She weakly twisted her alluring body, her two round and high breasts rising and falling slightly with her weak breathing. "Essence... I want Master's essence—" Exhausted,

Takano Masako stretched out her trembling jade hand, her body shrouded in black mist, preparing to pull Hu Yan's dragon out of her anus and re-insert it into her overflowing peach garden...

However, as she slowly pulled out her dragon spear inch by inch through the obstruction of the passage, Hu Yan cruelly used the nectar on the petals to slowly push his erect dragon back into her swollen and red anus.

"Master!"

Takano Masako cried out weakly, feeling as if she was about to be fucked to death by Hu Yan! At the same time, she also enjoyed the dragon gradually squeezing and smoothing out every wrinkle, frantically trying to control and accommodate the advancement of her intestinal flesh against the penis, her seductive moans becoming more and more moving and alluring. Suddenly, Takano Masako abnormally hugged Hu Yan's shoulders, her whole body radiating a burning black aura as she kissed Hu Yan's lips, her soul and body completely separating and invading Hu Yan's body.

"Thud!"

Hu Yan collapsed like a zombie. Zhang Zhenwen, chanting a spell loudly, stepped forward.

With a solemn expression, she formed a hand seal and injected it into Hu Yan's body, causing a talisman on his back to glow brightly. "Five Thunder God-Slaying Seal - Edict!" This caused Hu Yan and the vicious, life-draining Takano Masako to fall together into the activated magic circle. Another series of complex and ancient steps, hand seals, incantations, and talisman writing followed. A wicked smile appeared on Zhang Zhenwen's tired face. "Fool, have a good lewd dream! Anyway, you're insured, I'm not afraid of anything happening to you. Let's see how much you can ejaculate with that female ghost this time." I'll let you find a concubine! I'll let you find another concubine! You'll die from exhaustion first!

The Celestial Master sat back on the altar, drew a circle in the air, and injected three faintly flickering points of light, commanding, "Great Radiant Light of the Profound Realm!"

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At 10:30 PM on September 11, 1990, in the Ring Realm, at the residence of Heihachiro Ikuma, "Time is back to normal. We're just waiting for him to come, to make time eternal."

The barefoot girl in white reappeared in the Ring Realm, her body strangely shrunk by two sizes.

She slowly walked out of the dilapidated old house, basking in the cool, blood-red moonlight, and gave a strange smile.

Her white clothes fell away, revealing her miniature breasts.

Her small, perky breasts, with nipples shimmering like purple roses, gave her a strange, almost incongruous beauty.

"I feel it, there's no one else this time! My ghost is starting to revive, I'm going to bring him here. Is that what I'm doing?"

The naked girl muttered to herself, kneading her flat breasts.

"Strange? Why was I so happy back then?"

The girl's dark eyes reflected two intertwined bodies, a man and a woman. They were engaged in oral sex, intercourse, anal sex, and even breast sex more than a dozen times.

After masturbating for a while, her expressionless genitals remained unchanged, while the woman in her pupils cried out more and more joyfully, so she gave up on her futile efforts. "Synchronize!" "Ring" was released on the host. I'm halfway over! Why does he make me happy, but not me?"

"Ah—ah ah…yes…mmm…so good…no, just breasts…yes…my pussy…you're so good…master…a little more…Sadako is going to die…woo woo…I'm going to fly…again, again…come in…oh!"

Takano Masako's body appeared in the ring, she was breathing rapidly and heavily, breathing in a low and excited voice, moaning loudly and tremblingly, but her eyes were still tightly closed.

"Yes! That's the feeling! This...this is how I feel."

Her cheeks flushed, her voice suddenly became excited, her calm tone trembled, and her body trembled with joy.

"Huh?"

Suddenly, Takano Masako, who was lying on the ground, opened her eyes. She felt a pair of hands kneading her breasts, the awkward movements making her feel a little sad.
11-25
Chapter Seven: Becoming a Ghost

September 12, 1990, 3:00 AM, Room B4, Villa Cabin at Pacific Paradise in Minami-Hakone

"Don't talk nonsense! Yuki isn't seductive at all! That's cuteness, that's adorable! Yuki is definitely a cute loli!"

Facing Hu Yan's clumsy punches, Zhang Jiayi sneered and remained silent, deliberately not dodging. She let the increasingly light punches fall on her like a drizzle. As a woman, she wasn't afraid of disfigurement or amputation, so what was a trivial beating! Sister Yanran, as long as you're happy, Jiayi is willing to die for you. This man is still so annoying, why doesn't he use his sword to cut me! Maybe that would give me an orgasm, and then I could have a good time while I'm healing...

Murong Yanran said calmly and understandingly, "Ayan is already at the door. If you don't believe me or the master, just ask if there's any Takano Masako!"

Behind Murong Yanran's gentle smile was actually an evil advance.

"I don't believe adorable Xue would harm a fool! My Celestial Master lineage has never misjudged anyone! (Those who were wrong are already as good as charcoal! Even if there were an accident, it would be Xue being deceived! Lolis are the easiest to fool! They can be fooled with a lollipop!"

Zhang Zhenwen spoke up for her calculations regarding reducing dairy production and planned economy.

Wenwen! You should remove that last sentence! It was shameless and sinful of me to rummage through Xue's pocket and use her lollipop to deceive her! But don't keep harping on my dark history! If you keep exposing it, I'll expose it too! I'll expose your shamelessness in eating and taking away food, reaping what you sowed by putting the jade bottle in your mouth... Hu Yan's eyes were a little sore; threatening with his eyes and conveying emotions with his glances was tiring.

Regardless of whether the Celestial Master understood Hu Yan's almost dead-fish-like eye roll, Xue, still sucking on her lollipop, picked up a small shovel and started cleaning the wooden house. The door opened from the inside. "Brother Yan, everyone's here! Xue dug a hole in the cabin—damn it!"

Zhang Jiayi roughly pushed Xue to the ground and, without hesitation, aimed for Xue's neck. But the moment the short sword touched the shovel handle, Zhang Jiayi's face turned pale. Xue's breasts were hard enough to be used as a fulcrum, and the shovel head caused Zhang Jiayi's genitals to suffer the consequences of the vicious blow. Whether man or woman, that area is very vulnerable.

Hu Yan swung his sword, using the spine to knock Zhang Jiayi aside. "Birdman, how could you treat Xue like this!"

Hu Yan didn't know why he called Zhang Jiayi "birdman," he just thought it sounded good. Although they had made love many times, they were definitely not friendly; they seemed to be natural enemies. I can let it go, but I can't let you bully Xue!

"Freeze!"

Zhang Zhenwen drew a talisman in the air, striking Zhang Jiayi, the dangerous and violent individual. Although all the evidence was against Xue, Zhang Zhenwen still believed that even if Xue was guilty, she didn't deserve to die!

"Alright! Everyone now agrees that Xue is guilty! So I suggest we imprison her to prevent her from secretly doing anything that endangers our lives."

Murong Yanran said reasonably, a slight smile playing on her lips.

"No way!"

Hu Yan rejected Murong Yanran's suggestion without hesitation, pulling Xue, whose clothes were soiled, into his arms. "I only side with family, not reason. I will never believe that Xue would harm me! From now on, I'll carry Xue wherever I go!"

So what if he was speechless? As long as he firmly believed he was right, he could continue resolutely, raising his fist to defend his principles!

"Brother Yan!"

Xue's face flushed with tears, and she kissed Hu Yan's cheek deeply, expressing her overwhelming emotion.

"What a good actress!"

Zhang Jiayi, unable to move, spoke for the unspeakable Murong Yanran, then immediately sealed Zhang Zhenwen's mouth with a forbidden spell.

"Wenwen, go check on the well! Master, let's go watch the dance. Yanran, take care of yourself."

Hu Yan finished speaking seriously, patted the comfortably lying Ah Xue behind him, and feigned a pitiful expression, saying, "My whole body aches and my back hurts, don't you think you should move a little to comfort me?"

"Move a little?"

Hu Xue looked completely confused, shifted her small body, and her face immediately flushed. She whispered, "Brother Yan, you big pervert, that looks like a human massage!"

Hu Yan sanctimoniously agreed, enjoying the sensation as he shrugged his shoulders. Ah Xue's nipples, erect from the tickling, rubbed against his back with pleasurable softness!

"Idiot!"

Although Zhang Zhenwen didn't know Hu Yan's lewd intentions, upon seeing his sly grin, she reflexively hurled a bolt of lightning at him. The shock reached A Xue, who was already aroused by the friction of her breasts against him, instantly reaching orgasm. Her legs loosened, and she slid down a bit, her big eyes looking pitifully at Zhang Zhenwen.

Under Zhang Zhenwen's constant lightning-struck training, Hu Yan's immunity to lightning had reached the point where he could withstand a lightning strike without flinching or changing expression. He clearly felt the soft, fragrant bottom of A Xue's body again. Hu Yan feigned a pitiful state, "Wenwen, you can strike me all you want, but you even dragged A Xue into it!"

"Yes! Ah Xue, come down! My husband's back aches, let me loosen his muscles! Crack! Crack!"

Zhang Zhenwen's palm lightning evolved into ball lightning, a strange smile playing on her lips. Zhang Zhenwen wasn't exactly gentle and submissive, and in her anger, she switched to single-target mode, immediately intending to deliver a lightning strike to the shameless Hu Yan. "Idiot, let your wife comfort you!"

"Hehe, Zhenwen, you're so funny!"

Murong Yanran interjected, blocking Zhang Zhenwen's path, her hand hooking around Hu Yan's arm. "Go and get busy finding Takano Masako tonight! I'll take good care of comforting Ah Yan!"

"Boom!"

Zhang Zhenwen's ball lightning exploded in front of the old monk's feet. The Japanese monk, who had finally managed to wipe his face clean, reverted to his original disheveled appearance and leaped three feet high! "Master Celestial! Chinese people have three wives and four concubines, you—ow!"

The fat monk's mention of three wives and four concubines clearly provoked Zhang Zhenwen even more, causing the hidden landmine technique to jump up after the Celestial Master stomped his foot. As the saying goes, even an upright official finds it hard to settle family disputes, let alone a monk whose six senses are not pure!

"Enough nonsense! If you weren't that Japanese woman's father, I wouldn't care if you're a cunning old man or a bald monk. My family has been a legitimate Taoist for generations..."

Zhang Zhenwen looked at the old monk's head, which shone like a light bulb, and was somewhat disappointed. In terms of both status and Taoist cultivation, the old monk had no right to meet or speak with her. Last time, she improved a landmine ion perm, but unfortunately, the test subjects either had hair that couldn't withstand the perm or were bald monks!

"Why are you so angry, Zhenwen! I didn't want to pursue this matter, but since you managed to bring him back... shouldn't you fulfill your bet, Zhenwen? I've heard that Taoists use dual cultivation methods to replenish their magical power."

"Great perfection seems flawed, yet its use is inexhaustible. Great fullness seems empty, yet its use is never constrained. Great straightness seems crooked, great skill seems clumsy, great victory seems lacking, great eloquence seems stammering. Agitation overcomes cold, stillness overcomes heat; purity can bring order to the world."

Zhang Zhenwen could tell from Hu Yan that trying to reason with Murong Yanran about human relationships would be a sure way to lose. Therefore, our beautiful Celestial Master directly invoked the Taoist scriptures—the Tao! As her daily basic lesson, Zhang Zhenwen was confident that she had occupied the moral high ground, thus securing her invincibility.

"Ah!"

A woman's piercing scream echoed from the wooden cabin in room B3, abruptly ending Murong Yanran and Zhang Zhenwen's passionate encounter. Hu Yan, carrying Ah Xue, moved with incredible speed, while Zhang Zhenwen transformed into a streak of light with a hand seal. The old monk, fearing for his daughter's safety, manifested his golden form and vanished with a rumble.

Only Murong Yanran stood helplessly in place, lifting the frozen Zhang Jiayi and laboriously bending down to carry her on her back. She said affectionately, "Jiayi, you need to lose weight! I really want to put you in a dimensional space…wait, what am I saying? I don't want to be controlled by ghosts again, Jiayi, you must protect Sister Yanran!"

"I wish I could stay with Sister Yanran like this forever!" Unable to speak, Zhang Jiayi hugged Murong Yanran, feeling incredibly warm and happy. (Legend has it that in the year of the blooming lilies, the Lily Dynasty walks like this!)

Hu Yan stepped into the living room and saw two people lying on the floor. One, Zhang Zhenwen, seemed to be casting a spell on her, while the other, with her mouth wide open and eyes rolled back, was none other than Asakawa Reiko! "Reiko! Hey, wake up! Xue, hurry!"

Hu Yan felt Asakawa Reiko's body gradually cooling down, and quickly had the anxious Xue put her nipple in Asakawa Reiko's mouth. However, under Xue's pressure, the white, fragrant milk only overflowed from the corners of Asakawa Reiko's mouth and couldn't be swallowed. At this moment, Hu Yan didn't care whether Xue was in pain, snatched Xue's nipple, sucked hard, and then tried to put it mouth-to-mouth into Asakawa Reiko's mouth, but all his efforts were in vain.

"Daughter! Daddy's here!"

The old monk arrived at the wooden villa just a step behind Hu Yan. Relying on the subtle connection between father and daughter, he rushed directly to the woman in front of Zhang Zhenwen. Upon seeing Gao Yewu's face, he cried out, "Wu, how could you be like this!"

Zhang Zhenwen placed her hands on Gao Yewu's back and then gave her a life-giving pill, murmuring, "Her skin is withered, her body smells foul. Her spiritual energy is gone, her lifespan is nearing its end. This is the five signs of decay for a cultivator. But it shouldn't be like this! Yesterday, she was still a mortal."

"Wu is not a mortal!"

After Zhang Zhenwen finished her spell, the old monk glared angrily at her and then began chanting Buddhist mantras for Gao Yewu.

"Wenwen! What happened to Lingzi! Please come and save her!"

After failing to save her, Hu Yan thought of Zhang Zhenwen and hurriedly asked for her help.

"I can't save the dead... I'll kill that evil spirit, whether her name is Takano Masago or Yamamura Sadako! An evil spirit that harms humanity—"

"Enough! Your magic is all a lie! You said you lifted the curse on Mai, then you killed Masago, and now you're trying to deceive me again! Reiko and Mai, I'll save them in my own way! Master, please help me carry Mai to her room, I'll risk my life to save her! Ah Xue, let's go!"

Hu Yan's shout cut off Zhang Zhenwen's angry words. He called out "Ah Xue," picked up the cursed Reiko Asakawa, ignored Zhong Yin and the others who had come out, and went into the nearest room first.

"Brother Yan, Sister Wenwen—"

"I don't want to hear that liar's name!"

Hearing the conversation coming from inside the room, Zhang Zhenwen's face was ashen, her heart aching. She coldly declared, "I am a Celestial Master! Evil spirits kill, I will surely eliminate them!"

With that, Zhang Zhenwen gentlemanly released her voice and began chanting scriptures: "In the vast heavens, the mysterious light shines in the sky… Life passes like a flickering candle, the soul returns to the boundless void… Where does the soul wander, where does the spirit drift… Unaware of coming and going, without distinction between old and new… The embryo is formed today, its flight is but a fleeting moment… Today, the deceased are liberated, may they regain their human form…"

Zhang Zhenwen chanted for a full hour, during which time Gao Ye Mai was brought into the room, her groans and chanting eerily harmonious. After finishing the chanting, Zhang Zhen… Wen silently walked up to the second floor. "Asakawa Reiko's soul, like Takano Masako's, is neither in the mortal realm nor in the underworld of Japan. It should also have been devoured by Yamamura Sadako. Takano Masako was reborn through Yamamura Sadako's possession of Takano Mai? No, it's not that sophisticated; it's just a case of reincarnation! Yamamura Sadako drained the spiritual energy from Takano Mai's body, using her physical body and soul essence to form a gestation. She reversed life and death through Takano Mai's Yin-Yang Gate, bringing her back with the same body and memories. This is typical of a three-faced Yin-Yang master. They seek the Dao, yet are too cowardly to transcend it, forcibly merging death into the cycle of life, creating monsters that are both alive and dead, forever unable to reincarnate!"

"What about my daughter, her?"

The old monk, who had been ushered into the hall, interrupted hastily.

"Ghosts crave life essence, and isn't he doing just that? Soon, your daughter will be back safe and sound. As long as her life essence is sufficient, she... can live a life like an ordinary person."

Zhang Zhenwen finished speaking coldly without stopping and closed the door to her room.

Meanwhile, in Hu Yan's room, two female bodies were covered in semen. One had regained her youthful beauty, while the other remained lifeless. It proved that Hu Yan's semen could heal illnesses and injuries, and grant eternal youth, but it couldn't bring the dead back to life.

The one who died was Asakawa Reiko, and the one who lived was Takano Mai.

"Mai, you said Masako isn't your sister! When you came back with me, weren't you out of your mind? You felt bloated and somehow ended up in a well. Yanran also said before that she never intended to hold a ghost story party! You were both possessed by ghosts back then—Can't you just tell me everything, Xue?"

"Brother Yan, I'm sorry. What Xue saw is no longer what it used to be! Sadako and Sister Masako are no longer the same either. Xue can't let Brother Yan complete his mission happily!"

Hu Xue lowered her head with great shame, her little hands clutching and tugging at the hem of her clothes.

"Where can I find Sadako Yamamura now? Talking to her won't solve anything, I can only take action."

Hu Yan sighed, then touched the quiet Takano Mai beside him. Her smooth skin had become like that, it was truly my sin! "Mai, I'll ask Wenwen to bring that jade bottle for preservation later. While I'm gone, you can drink my semen!"

Kneeling, Takano Mai bowed deeply, tears welling in her eyes, saying, "I'm sorry, Master! It's all my fault for dragging you down!"

Having experienced the terror of life and death, Takano Mai realized she understood many things. She no longer cared about the term "bitch" she used to resist, and the memory of Takayama Ryuji, which she thought was etched deep in her mind, had vanished. Form is emptiness, emptiness is form. All beings are equal, the bitch is dignified. Takano Mai could be said to have attained Anuttara-samyak-sambodhi, but unfortunately, her spiritual source was lost, otherwise, Buddhist supernatural powers would have automatically taken over.

"It's alright, it's alright!"

Hu Yan should have helped her up, but his lecherous hand was already reaching for Takano Mai's chest.

Since Takano Mai hadn't yet reached the level of shamelessness, she blushed with embarrassment and shyly called out, "Master!"

Grasping Takano Mai's pert breasts, Hu Yan, seemingly oblivious to anything amiss, continued, "Mai, do you have a monk father?"

"Master, you won't abandon me because of this, will you? I know that in China, monks..."

Takano Mai hurriedly explained, but Hu Yan cut her off with a single breath. "I don't pick flowers, and I don't gamble. I'm just curious why nuns have hair. Are you a nun with hair?" Takano Mai was speechless.

Why wasn't her master curious about monks having daughters, but instead assumed that a monk's daughter must be a nun? Such profound logic! No wonder he's Mai's master! (It seems that in this timeline, there's no Jin Yong's *The Smiling, Proud Wanderer* in the 90s...

seeing Takano Mai's expression ...) Naturally clueless, Hu Yan suppressed his overflowing curiosity and waved his hand, saying, "Alright, Wu, go talk to Master Bujie... ptooey, ptooey, I just blurted it out! Go talk to your old man! I want to have a deep conversation with Xue, to try one last time to see if we can bring Lingzi back to life."

He didn't mention the tearful conversation between Gao Ye Wu and the fat monk and his daughter in the hall, nor did he mention the embarrassing incident of Hu Yan bumping his head into Xue's chest and almost suffocating.

An hour later, Hu Yan left the room where Asakawa Lingzi's body was kept, feeling dejected. He overheard Murong Yanran discussing Yamamura Sadako with the old monk.

"So, judging from the timeline of Sadako Yamamura's existence, her actual strength is completely inconsistent with what she displayed. Of course, we also need to consider the smallpox she deliberately contracted before her death, and the superpowers she inherited from her bloodline... Ah Yan, you're out!"

Murong Yanran stopped her reasoning with a smile when she saw Hu Yan leave the room.

"Amitabha!"

The old monk chanted a Buddhist prayer, scrutinizing Hu Yan with the kind eyes one would use to look at a son-in-law.

Hu Yan felt a little uneasy under the gazes of the two men, but fortunately, the petite and charming Takano Mai stood up and offered him her seat and massaged his back, easing his embarrassment. Due to his past experiences, Hu Yan harbored a deep fear of his future father-in-law. "Yanran, I believe you, but I'm worried about you. You and Jiayi should take Wenwen's things back to China! They should be able to take care of you. Mai! I'll ask Wenwen for the jade bottle later, and you and the master will temporarily return to Takano. Neither of you needs to get involved in this war that has nothing to do with you!"

"Ah Yan! Our group failed to complete a certain mission, and leaving Japan means certain death. Of our group of thirteen, only seven and a half are still alive. We've all seen the videotape; they're all your women. We can't be together in life, but we'll be buried together in death."

Murong Yanran finished speaking seriously, then smiled gently, "Do you really think catching ghosts is that difficult for a Taoist priest?"

"Wenwen wouldn't do it on purpose—"

Hu Yan blurted out.

Murong Yanran shook her finger and laughed, "I don't mean she didn't try her best to catch Yamamura Sadako! Although it's cruel, I still have to say it. The reason she failed was because of your request! I just discussed it with the master. If she had killed Yamamura Sadako disguised as Takano Masago from the beginning, then the Yamamura Sadako in the other world might have automatically disappeared..."

When a person is confused, gentle methods cannot awaken them; only drastic measures can rouse them.

Murong Yanran's analysis was logical and methodical, and she began to "educate" Hu Yan for his mistake. Regardless of whether Murong Yanran was right or wrong, Hu Yan's mind cleared up, and he entered a process of extremely deep self-loathing reflection. As a glorious queen, Murong Yanran possessed the innate skill of "naturalization and inducement." To put it simply, it's like "selling you out and then making you help count the money."

After a while, Murong Yanran concluded, "So, go apologize to Zhenwen! Beg her to beat you up, to strike you with lightning, to calm her down. Then, beg her to pay for your life-or-death plan."

"Hmm!"

Hu Yan nodded mechanically, then suddenly caught the old monk's mischievous gaze, and as if struck by lightning, he exploded in anger, "What do you mean I should beg her to strike me with lightning! I know it's all my fault, it's fine if she strikes me with lightning, but I'm a grown man..."

Murong Yanran waited quietly for Hu Yan to finish speaking, then smiled gently, "You know, but you still don't understand! Before, you said her Taoist arts were all lies, right? In fact, Zhenwen is the kind of person who values family honor more than anything else, someone who has grown up proud of her family's glory! You insulted the honor she cherishes, and if you weren't the person she loves, no matter how many reasons there are, she would fight to the death!"

"Then why do you still want me to beg her to strike me with lightning?"

Hu Yan said, unable to comprehend.

"Ah Yan! I told you, you're the one she loves!"

Murong Yanran gave a mysterious, mischievous smile, pulling Hu Yan up from his seat. "How you ask for the lightning strike, how fully it hits, none of that matters. What truly matters is the act itself. Because of love, there is forgiveness. You should understand that now, right?"

Hu Yan scratched his head sheepishly with his other hand, then smiled, tricked. "Indeed. With love, dignity and such don't matter. If Wenwen loves me, she'll reciprocate with respect."

Hu Yan let out a long sigh, looking at Zhang Zhenwen's tightly closed door on the second floor. "Such a simple truth, and I still haven't truly understood it. I'm incredibly stupid!"

"Then hurry up and ask for the lightning strike! If you delay too long, this Heavenly Master might become impatient and leave without saying goodbye!"

Hu Yan's expression turned serious after Murong Yanran's words, his face radiating a resolute "mission accomplished" aura. He strode confidently towards his doom, resolutely embarking on his journey to be struck by lightning.

"Master! We urgently need your magic to protect us from Sadako's harassment! Sister Tianshi, for the sake of Ayan and the external enemies, might not be able to care for us."

"Amitabha! This humble monk will do his best."

The old monk chanted another Buddhist prayer, indicating his agreement.

The old monk, whose words were like lotus blossoms, already held Murong Yanran in utter admiration. If he hadn't known that Murong Yanran would never become a nun, his Buddhist heart almost made him say, "Being a Japanese nun means you can't marry, but you can still secretly have lovers..."

Murong Yanran then spoke a few more words to Zhang Jiayi, arranged everything, and entered the morgue where Axue was.

Axue gently touched Asakawa Reiko's hand, hesitatingly saying, "Sister Murong doesn't trust Axue?"

"You heard everything, didn't you! You're not worried about her, are you!"

Murong Yanran said.

"Without Sister Wenwen, Sister Murong's plan has no chance of success, so Sister Murong won't use someone else to do her dirty work."

"Do you really think I would do such a thing?"

Murong Yanran laughed irritably.

Ah Xue nodded heavily. Having retained her memory, Ah Xue fully understood Murong Yanran's personality. Unless there was an imminent crisis, Murong Yanran was more than capable of doing such a thing! And she was likely to personally intervene nine times out of ten.

"The power I possess is strange, but it's definitely not a power that can surpass everything. I don't want to be controlled by anyone, no matter whose! I won't let Ah Yan fall into a disadvantageous situation so easily, like you did." "Ah Xue just wants a lollipop."

Ah Xue, with her naturally naive demeanor, refused to accept the evil queen's discipline.

Dealing with a wise queen, simply being cute was useless; her natural naiveté was the best way to resist discipline.

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...

The terrifying sirens blared, and the dazzling flashing lights continued unabated even after the police cars exploded. Aside from the long trails of water splashed up by the two police cars that had driven away earlier, the previously chaotic Metropolitan Police Department fell eerily silent.

That night, no police officer in Tokyo slept. The 18th floor of the Metropolitan Police Department building became a living hell; the last seven survivors died one after another after being admitted to various hospitals in Tokyo. The surviving police officers on the fourth basement level, under the military escort of the Self-Defense Force, were forcibly brought into the Jikyu General Hospital at the foot of Mount Fuji…

At 5:00 AM on September 12, 1990, on the stage of an elite club in Ginza, Tokyo: “Brother, you’re so bad… no… inside… oh oh oh! Time to pee on my face!”

“Goo hoo? What nonsense are you talking about? Isn’t the vibrator great? Senior, keep whipping me! Quick! Waaah!”

“Hahaha! You lowly man, you’ve given me your sister’s first time just to be whipped by me… um!” “Mmm… I love the whip… can I learn to whip you, brother, in the future? Your tongue is in… insert it!” “Oh—”

“Don’t worry about that idiot, this is enough for that piece of trash to ejaculate. Enough for him to have the energy to go to work and earn money to support his family!”

“No wonder! Brother has been going to work earlier lately… oh oh oh oh!”

"Little detective, it's time for us to have some fun. Hmm, you can work here from now on!"

"Hmm... I want to learn to be a queen too. Hmm, to support my family... Long live the queen... Ahhhhh!"

7:00 AM, September 12, 1990, a mansion in Setagaya Ward, Tokyo. "Yuriko's face is all red! If you don't do this, the good young lady will stay in bed!"

"Is it the movie from yesterday, young lady?"

"Hehe, yes! If it weren't for that AV, I wouldn't have known my maid is a pervert! I know you really want it!"

"Young lady! Take my hand, touch the young lady like this, hmm!"

"Don't tremble! Consider this kiss as your wages! And don't call me young lady! Call me by my name!"

"Aiko, don't humiliate yourself! Hmm... this won't do! I like your noble self! Please let me suck like this!"

"You have to behave well! Otherwise, I'll go find a boy to play with! Yuriko has become so cute! Waaaaah... it's so itchy!"

"Only boys are not allowed—"

At 12:00 PM on September 12, 1990, at a national university in Tokyo, "Is this really okay? Professor! A whole classroom full of male dogs!"

"It's alright! They haven't been trained yet! Dogs are much more noble than them. Harder! Good!" "

The professor is already wet! Students, whoever makes the professor the first to climax will get the chance to become an AV actress in the Yamaguchi-gumi!"

"Long live sex slaves! Charge, let's become the queen of the losers!"

...Imagine the above scene. Wasting resources is shameful. A harmonious society must resolutely resist such behavior. The blood-stained path of the yuri harem is not a path for ordinary people.

At 1:00 PM on September 12, 1990, in the Yamaguchi-gumi headquarters screening room: "Yukino, the videotape of Ryuha is already in the special investigation team. Those bosses who wanted to investigate me also copied the tattered videotape I deliberately left for them!"

"Miss, Her Majesty's plan to leave behind the Queen has been successful. The newspapers and media we control have already published the reports, and other newspapers are following up. Next, the public should realize that only when AV flourishes can the Yamato people prosper! Women can only be happy and fulfilled by making AV! Men can only survive by being whipped. Only by constantly moving and releasing life signals through AV can they resist inexplicable death. Spreading AV is the duty and great honor of every Japanese person!"

"This is really interesting! How's the Chinese sex-friends' virginity-breaking tour going? Once the virus breaks out, people will need to play the role of the host!"

"We're already in contact! Most Chinese people don't believe in this kind of thing, so the people below have each been paid one million yen upfront to recruit tour group members under the guise of labor recruitment. The latest AV theme is that taking a Japanese man's virginity is the greatest sin, and loving lesbian relationships are a shortcut to redemption. It implies that only with the master's redemption can one continue to commit crimes. Mina! There's a high-class banquet later, not now!" "

There are still too few female councilors. Those hypocritical male councilors actually dare to waver! Humph! Once they've done it, they'll turn 'pleasure water' into lifelong sex slaves. I'll make them listen to being anally penetrated a hundred times before they go to work in parliament!"

"To be honest, Her Majesty's policy of dominating Japan with AV and ruling Japanese men with SM is truly amazing! It's just that having the two of us prepare synthetic garbage every day to suppress the lust of those horny 'pleasure water' actresses is too troublesome!"

"To prevent them from breaking down, we had to reverse-engineer a special kind of 'happy water,' it had to be done. Who told them to follow the Queen so early! If we hadn't directly used Eden and received the Holy King's blessing, we might be like them now, brainless water-making monsters!"

"That's right! For the Queen, five minutes is enough, Yukino, let's do it!"

"Mina, you're such an excuse! Ahhh!"

"Hehe, the simpler the method, the more effective! Ah... Oh! You've been wearing it the whole time!... Oh, uh!" The Yamaguchi-gumi's sound equipment was top-notch, and the screens inside and outside were incredibly dynamic. The screens showed Yamaguchi Mina performing foot-licking, oral sex, masturbation, and urination on her respected Queen—all sorts of memorable scenes of humiliation. The screening room also featured Yamaguchi Mina and Kisaragi Yukino exchanging sex toys, mirror-grinding, and other highly entertaining same-sex performances.

Two women perfectly embodied the joy of lesbian relationships. Because of a coded phone call from a Yokohama shop delivering lollipops, they could never again approach their holy master, their queen…

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On December 21, 2012, the day of the supposed apocalypse, the US government partially declassified the travel diary of a fleet commander in the Western Pacific.

This fleet commander, who had experienced the nationwide catastrophe of September 1990 in Japan, coincidentally died of a heart attack later that day while swimming naked in his private pool.

Martial law was imposed in parts of the US that day, and widespread mass heart attacks occurred. On the same day, bin Laden, Saddam Hussein, and other leaders of terrorist organizations claimed responsibility. Japan's newly enthroned Empress publicly condemned the US government for blasphemy! The world was in uproar, and the US was on edge.

The next day, high-quality Japanese AV swept across the Americas! The sophisticated "perverted women" that became popular in various industries in Japan after the 1990s, with a certain tacit approval, entered the originally resistant and conservative United States, taking the vigorous sexual liberation movement in the US to a new level.

Returning to the original excerpt from a certain commander's diary: In the two days following September 12, 1990, hospitals in Tokyo and throughout Japan received a large number of patients suspected of having myocardial infarction, and small-scale mass deaths from myocardial infarction occurred. (Curse the National Security Bureau's shit, they actually won't let me go back to China. I really shouldn't have messed around with a few yellow-skinned girls. God, are you going to abandon your people in this hellish place where demons have descended? [Delete in parentheses! This damages the image of the US as the world police!

Delete all similar text!]

On the third day, Japanese social order was nearly paralyzed. His Majesty the Emperor of Japan, who was praying for the nation at Mount Koya, delivered a televised address, issued a nationwide martial law, and blocked almost all external transportation. The Prime Minister issued an official announcement: Japanese epidemic prevention experts are working hard to combat the new disease raging across Japan, and asked the Japanese people to trust the Emperor! Trust the government! Stay home and exercise restraint. Self-Defense Force military trucks were on the streets, using loudspeakers to announce that anyone on the streets would be killed without mercy. On the same day, the Japanese government sent a letter to international medical humanitarian aid organizations, requesting medical teams from around the world to...)

On the fourth day, the Shinto High Priest ridiculously announced on television that the deaths of the people were due to offending the powerful god Daikanjuu-ō-ō, and were being punished by the god! Only by venerating Daikanjuu-ō-ō-ō, engaging in daily sexual intercourse, and having illicit relations could one avoid the disaster! Before the High Priest could finish his declaration, he was stopped by a Shinto elder. Another

Shinto elder then took the stage, explaining that the High Priest, worried about the deaths of the people, had become mentally unstable and could no longer serve as High Priest. In an instant, the High Priest and Shintoism became the laughingstock of the nation, temporarily easing the shadow of death over the Japanese people. That night, the High Priest was imprisoned in a secret prison. (The Japanese Emperor beside me flew into a rage, rudely smashing the color satellite TV gifted by the great United States with a stool. The Crown Princess's… all information concerning the private lives of members of the Japanese Imperial Family has been deleted.)

(On the same day, the Emperor expressed his anger at the forces of the underworld throughout Japan, including Shintoism. However, he was informed by the combined forces of the three main families and the three hidden families that the heads and leaders of each family and sect, all possessing supernatural abilities, had gone missing a few days prior during a gathering to deal with a powerful female Taoist priest from China. Their fates were unknown, and they had not returned. Whether the deaths were related to demons or monsters was a matter of debate among various groups, organizations, factions, and religions, including ninjas, samurai, onmyoji, Shintoists, Shingon sect, and the Western Vatican. After heavy casualties and no resolution, the matter was left unresolved. Mysterious forces are forbidden! Delete! Delete!)

On the fifth day, the research team led by Ms. Yamaguchi of the Yamaguchi-gumi discovered that myocardial infarction was caused by a new type of "Ring" virus, and announced that filming, releasing, and watching adult videos could inhibit the "Ring" virus—a surreal conclusion that was unacceptable to the Japanese. Of course, to save their lives, or perhaps in a final act of madness, most Japanese preferred to believe it and watched and did it. After Yamaguchi Mina signed a pledge with her life on the line, the Japanese government not only opened up free public internet access for adult videos but also donated all the country's supercomputers and large servers to her for the production, storage, and distribution of adult videos. Furthermore, a high-ranking official stated that if everything was true, a special fund for adult videos could be established within the Japanese military budget to support it. (Secretly, Yamaguchi Mina also roared at the science officer, saying that the "Ring" virus was a blood-borne disease of the Yamato people. Like the Grand Priest, everyone was waiting to see the joke about this destined-to-be-short-lived ninth generation of the Yamaguchi-gumi! Watching AV with His Majesty the Emperor, His Majesty even joked that in a couple of days, Yamaguchi Mina and her beautiful female companion would have a 4P with...

Special note: the "Ring" virus is a blood-borne disease of the Japanese. This was included in the memorandums of the Immigration Bureau and the Embassy in Japan, and removed from the public reading section!

On the sixth day, a large-scale outbreak of myocardial infarction caused by the "Ring" virus occurred throughout Japan. All Japanese people who had not watched the Yamaguchi-gumi's heavy-taste queen whipping AV fell ill and died. On that day, according to statistics from the Japanese government, a total of one-tenth of the Japanese population died. From then on, on September 18th...) On this day, known as the Day of Divine Wrath in Japan, people are required to spend the entire day at their ancestors' graves to show their devotion to the Great Joyful King God. (Hey Japanese folks! Ever since I watched that AV, my interests have become strange! My brother, the Emperor… also died at night! Scandal! A shocking scandal! This part is deleted from all records, and everyone who has seen this record is given an S-level gag order!)

On the seventh day, Yamaguchi Mina, as a benefactor of the Great Japanese Empire, entered the palace to receive the new Emperor's favor and was named Empress. The High Priest was personally received and released by the new Emperor, and then sent the shrine maidens from several major shrines who had plotted to imprison him to the Royal AV Salvation University founded by Miss Yamaguchi to study the Department of Eroticism and Prostitution. (I think she should also start a male… Never mind the BL part after that gay guy! Delete it all!)

(At the end of the diary, I thought of how the United States acquired its initial territory. History, now covered in dust, once again proved to the great United States that when a fully formed epidemic ravages a city, a country, or a nation, no matter how strong the country's military power, how powerful its violent institutions, or how strong its people, if it cannot find the right enemy and possesses a true solution, it can only wait for destruction, surrender, compromise, or mutual annihilation. Just based on this sentence... [The following appears to be unrelated and possibly machine-translated text:] ...the Navy's benefits for years! As usual, delete! Rumor

has it: On the day the diary was published, the US President removed the seriously ill Secretary of Defense, known as the "deletion machine," from the list of current US government officials . ********** ... "Bang!" A white pillow flew towards Hu Yan's head, and at the same time, Zhang Zhenwen's hoarse, rapid-fire roar came: "Who told you to barge in! Is the Celestial Master's room a place for mortals like you? By the way, I'm a fraud! My Taoist magic is fake! I'm the one who killed them! You're still not satisfied? You want me to pay with my life, right?!" Hu Yan clutched the damp pillow and said sincerely, "Wenwen, it's not like that, I'm here to apologize..." "Thump thump thump!" Zhang Zhenwen rushed to Hu Yan in a few steps, her eyes slightly red and swollen, clearly having just cried. "Apologize! You just want me to help you find that ghost! Let me tell you! Don't even think about it! When I said I was a fraud, we severed all ties and had nothing to do with each other anymore. Now you either choose to kill me to pay with your life. Naturally, no one will bother your ghost lover anymore! Or, you mortal, get out of here, and watch me use the Chaotic Thunder Soul Annihilation Technique later..." "Use your magic to suppress that witch demon from afar!" Hu Yan didn't know what a witch demon was, but he knew that Zhang Zhenwen, whose breasts and head were only a thin veil away from his, was truly enraged this time! Apart from the somewhat agitated tone of Zhang Zhenwen's voice, she was just like when they first met—beautiful and elegant, seemingly approachable and unpretentious, yet actually keeping everyone at arm's length; inspiring reverence and a sense that one must be polite and respectful, never treating her with disrespect! "Master, please calm down! Why don't you strike me with lightning?" Hu Yan had no other choice but to tremble and beg for lightning as Murong Yanran had suggested. "I'll strike you down! Dream on! You're nobody to me, why would I waste my magic on an ungrateful bastard like you? Heavenly lightning to temper your body!" Zhang Zhenwen's anger subsided slightly, her tone softening with a touch of arrogance. Seeing that reasoning wouldn't appease the Celestial Master's resentment, Hu Yan stepped forward and kissed Zhang Zhenwen's lips without further ado. Skillfully using his wicked, lustful power, he passionately kissed the Celestial Master's luscious lips, which were so close to his own. "Wenwen, you look so cute when you're angry!" Hu Yan mischievously made the half-dazed Zhang Zhenwen take a breath, then wrapped his arms around her... She kissed the Celestial Master's waist deeply once more. In an instant, the raging anger in Zhang Zhenwen's chest was transformed into a burning desire by Hu Yan's restless tongue and hands, from her mouth to her ample breasts. Zhang Zhenwen, whose main focus had to shift to defending against the lecherous man, after a blissful and honest encounter that led to mutual understanding, bit down hard on Hu Yan's lips, licking away his fresh blood and applying a healing spell. (Domestic violence must be resolutely resisted! Those who perform oral sex should absolutely avoid biting!) "Let's do it again!" Having tasted the sweetness, Hu Yan wanted to go all the way and completely dispel Zhang Zhenwen's anger. However, he didn't expect that his plan would be seen through by the unskilled Celestial Master. For Zhang Zhenwen's increasingly profound immobilization technique, just one word, "immobilize," was enough! So, Hu Yan, in a very ungraceful posture, embraced the yang energy and drew his bow to shoot the eagle! "Want to be a stud? You won't find a female ghost to lick your asshole even if you searched the toilet with a lantern!" Zhang Zhenwen's wet vulva rubbed against Hu Yan's lower abdomen. She glanced sideways at Hu Yan, who was still hunched over but with his penis still erect, and flicked a large purple-gold talisman into her hand. "Wenwen, your analogy is so bizarre. Ah—" Hu Yan awkwardly thought of Sadako in the well in his dream. Seeing Zhang Zhenwen's strange and wicked face, Hu Yan suspected that the beautiful Taoist priest might have been admiring his tableware the whole time. The Taoist priest, who was both righteous and wicked, stopped talking and started playing music, making his dragon spear covered in saliva. Then, the Taoist priest's chicken roll, full of runic charm, was made under the wrapping of the purple-gold talisman and the seal of Hu Yan's dragon essence. "Idiot, you can have some nourishment now. It won't be over until you have a nosebleed! My talisman has sealed your wicked root. I'm now putting it under closed management. Until tonight I perform a ritual to break the seal on your essence, you won't be able to sleep with another woman!" "Wenwen, you promised me you'd save them?" Hu Yan ignored the key point in Zhang Zhenwen's words and said with infinite gratitude, "Saving a life is better than building a seven-story pagoda. Wenwen saved Sadako, a seven-story pagoda! Saving two more would be higher than the thirty-third heaven!" "Of course!"

Zhang Zhenwen's face twitched slightly as she accepted Hu Yan's inappropriate compliment. She solemnly said, "When I was performing a ritual in the room to guide Zhen Shazi and you back, I suddenly had a sudden inspiration. I saw you two enjoying yourselves and glanced outside, incidentally rescuing your Yanran and that Jiayi. After I returned, I used my innate divine calculation to find the origins of Shancun Zhenzi and also discovered the reason why she was so extraordinary after being a ghost for a hundred years! Just like in our vast world, so-called superpowers are merely the manifestation of ancestral traits in people with diluted Wu clan blood. And that cultivator statue is actually a useless magical artifact! Its function is to lure humans with hidden Wu clan blood close, activating their hidden Wu clan blood, allowing those with Wu clan blood to utilize their latent chaotic primal force! To communicate with heaven and earth and unleash incomplete ancient witchcraft."

"Then how did you suddenly discover this, my genius Celestial Master wife?"

Hu Yan asked with the curiosity of a curious child. Give Wenwen a bit more of a sense of accomplishment, and maybe she'll soften her nerve and take that damned talisman down! It's so hot! It's so uncomfortable! My supporting role can only be a beautiful woman, not this kind of talisman-laden one!

"Hehehe! I knew you'd ask that!"

Zhang Zhenwen laughed smugly, her magic sword hovering before the dragon's root, unleashing its power with a surge of magic.

Hu Yan, with his years of honed eyesight, could tell that Zhang Zhenwen's magic sword was neither metal nor wood, its eerie black blade radiating a slight warmth. The entire sword exuded an aura of overwhelming heavenly might, the aura of a ruler of the heavens.

"You idiot, you've heard the myth of the Lich Wars, haven't you? I don't know where this sword came from, but I'm certain it's one of the 108,000 Lich-Slaying Swords forged by the Heavenly Court of the Primordial Demon Race for the Demon Immortals! Back then, the Demon Race ruled the heavens! They were the true rulers of heaven! They enjoyed the blessings of Pangu's creation of the world! The Lich-Slaying Sword was a divine weapon forged by the Heavenly Court of the Demon Race, combining the orthodox energy of the Heavenly Court at that time with the essence of human blood, specifically for Demon Immortals to kill powerful Great Lichs! It has a powerful ability to sense all Lichs; even a slightly weaker Great Lich will turn to ashes if struck by its blade!"

"Wenwen, I won't allow you to use the Lich-Slaying Sword against Yamamura Sadako! And how can you use such a notorious evil object! Aren't you afraid of losing sleep and suffering retribution?"

"Idiot! I'm angry that you care about that mountain village Sadako! But I'm also happy that you care about me! So, I pity you and will mercifully give you a kiss!"

Zhang Zhenwen said, licking Hu Yan's enormous dragon pouch full of stored essence. Then she put on a stern face and said, "Don't push your luck! The reason I used it is twofold. First, I have no other magic swords to use besides this one! Second, the orthodox energy is perfect for me to use powerful Taoist techniques to suppress all the great formations in the human realm. I can make it twice as effective by using my magic power... Of course, if it is the power of a righteous god or demon, the power to slay evil can increase a hundredfold!"

Zhang Zhenwen used a lot of professional terms, such as how to avoid karma... Hu Yan only replied with one sentence before Zhang Zhenwen made him howl like a wolf. "Wenwen, why don't you keep sucking it—ooh!"

"You told me to say that! How dare you complain about me being long-winded! Idiot! Idiot, idiot! Big idiot!"

Zhang Zhenwen complained, but seeing that Hu Yan was truly unconscious, her jade cheeks flushed, and she still licked it back and forth. I'm helping him gather his true yang! No! I'm taking revenge on him! Hahaha, I'll make you hold it in until you die! Enjoy your suffering, you'll feel great when I bleed and ejaculate tonight! Zhang Zhenwen laughed maniacally for a while.

After laughing for a while, seeing that Hu Yan hadn't woken up, Zhang Zhenwen's interest waned. She carefully imprinted some Taoist scriptures onto Hu Yan's soul, and then Zhang Zhenwen once again covered every part of Hu Yan's body with ghostly talismans, arming Hu Yan with various life-saving equipment from her sleeve. After adding nothing more, the Celestial Master looked on with satisfaction, and Hu Yan, who looked more like a ghost than a ghost, laughed heartily. Zhang Zhenwen slapped Hu Yan on the forehead and used a calming spell to wake him up.

"Idiot! I knew what you wanted the moment you walked in! Jade bottle, one for two. You know your limits. You'll have to deal with it all by yourself afterward; I won't help you!"

Zhang Zhenwen added a final prank, placing the jade bottle made of mutton-fat white jade on Hu Yan's drooling lips.

"You're so cruel!"

Hu Yan stammered out a few words, trying to put the jade bottle in his pocket, only to find that all his clothes were gone, leaving only his wristwatch and silver anklet. The

dense cinnabar runes on his lower body, the burning and itchy feeling on his face, and the constantly pulsating and throbbing rune dragon spear—without even looking in a mirror, Hu Yan knew that if he went out on the street, he would definitely be trampled to death as a "pervert."

Of course, being a lustful man, Hu Yan wouldn't yield an inch. He casually launched a teasing counterattack against the "malicious" beautiful Taoist priestess, saying, "My Taoist priestess wife letting her husband masturbate alone will increase the chances of her husband having an affair and taking more concubines!"

Hu Yan swiftly pulled Zhang Zhenwen into his arms, making her sit on his lap, and lewdly laughed, "Besides, don't you think two bottles aren't enough? I'd have to fill you up completely, and you'd even choke and fall asleep in the pool of semen..."

"Idiot! You're too lewd!"

Zhang Zhenwen covered her ears, unable to listen anymore. Thinking she couldn't be scared, she stared sharply at Hu Yan and said pointedly, "I'll hide Ah Xue away, and let's see if you can still stand up straight after filling a bottle!"

"Our Taoist priestess wants to empty her husband out! Ah—"

Hu Yan shouted exaggeratedly.

"Go to hell!"

Zhang Zhenwen flirted with Hu Yan, utterly embarrassed, only to find that her defenses were too strong; not even a feather caught her. Therefore, the ruthless Taoist priest bit Hu Yan's shoulder, sucking a bit of blood like a vampire, before saying, "Considering I'm going to perform a ritual tonight, I'll let you off easy!"

"Yes, yes, yes!"

Hu Yan bared his teeth and shouted, suddenly remembering something, "How's Ah Xue's curse? She also watched the videotape..." "

..."

Zhang Zhenwen and Hu Yan exchanged glances for a moment, then jumped up. Thanks to Ah Xue's eerie presence, the two, who hadn't had milk or lollipops, had completely forgotten about this cute little girl.

Zhang Zhenwen put on some clothes, drew her magic sword, and vanished from the room with a wood-based escape technique. As Hu Yan rushed out the door, Zhang Zhenwen awkwardly appeared again. "Idiot! I can't find her with my talisman!"

Hu Yan was taken aback, then swept her up in a princess carry, picking up the exasperated Taoist priest again, and hurriedly ran around the wooden house.

"Yanran. Is this all there is?"

Hu Yan was carrying a Taoist priest, leading a queen, followed by a beautiful female dog and her monk father...

"Yes! Only Jiayi's room is left!"

Murong Yanran answered with a headache, secretly praying that Zhang Jiayi wouldn't do anything foolish again.

"Give it to me... Ah Xue wants it!"

"No, I'm not giving you this one!"

"Master, please stay at the other end of the corridor and protect Wu!"

Hu Yan said righteously, but a bad feeling crept into his heart.

Under Hu Yan's insistence, the old monk had no choice but to pull his daughter, who was pulling him out the door, to the second-floor stairwell, where he stood guard, praying to Buddha without looking to the side.

"Bang!" Hu Yan gently opened the door a crack and saw the little girl snatching a lollipop from the strange uncle's hand.

"Ah Xue wants it! Wants it! Wants it!"

Ah Xue circled Zhang Jiayi, who was holding up a giant lollipop, in vain, her eyes sparkling with excitement. The sight of her sparkling made the impure-minded Hu Yan freeze in shock.

The two women, seemingly with their backs turned, didn't notice Hu Yan's arrival. An unbelievable miracle occurred! Zhang Jiayi accidentally tugged at Ah Xue's clothes, tearing them open with a rip, completely exposing Ah Xue's small body in her onesie. Two nipple covers and a vibrating egg, a clitoral massager—Ah Xue's half-closed eyes were watery, her childish voice trembling with lust. Her large breasts, itchy from the vibrations, jiggled and trembled like an avalanche, causing her hard, wet clitoris to swell and protrude from her labia, standing erect like a pink little penis.

"Hahaha! Little one, you didn't expect me to put a special aphrodisiac in your lollipop, did you! This time you've really shown your true colors, let that bastard see..."

"What are you going to do to Ah Xue!"

Hu Yan kicked the door, leaped in front of Ah Xue, and used her tattered clothes to cover her lower body.

Zhang Jiayi used a military-style grappling technique to seize Hu Yan's lightning-fast fist, and said with a mocking smile, "What do you think of this big-breasted master seeing her true colors? Let me tell you..."

Zhang Jiayi turned around and grabbed Hu Yan's back, but suddenly her whole body trembled like a leaf, and she couldn't even speak properly. "Yan... Sister Yanran!"

"Jiayi, continue! What's wrong with me?"

Murong Yanran looked at the emerging Zhang Jiayi with a smile, and the endless queenly pressure forced the moon to lower its head, making the background color of the room quietly turn black.

"Yanran, I don't think this kind of dark queen smile is suitable for you. You should smile gently like before!"

After thinking it over, Hu Yan decided to gloss over the matter.

"Idiot! You can't cure Xue's lust poison with a stick. Give Xue oral sex like you did yesterday! It looks like Xue will have at least ten orgasms before she recovers from her dazed state of asking for lollipops."

Zhang Zhenwen clearly wanted to see Hu Yan make a fool of himself. As for the curse of Sadako Yamamura, if the Taoist priest were present and the curse were to succeed, she might as well slit her own throat to atone to her ancestors.

"Wenwen!"

Hu Yan called out angrily. He felt like he had boarded a pirate ship, the kind where you can only get on and not get off!

"Hehehe, Master, it's really fun to suck this pervert's dick!"

Zhang Jiayi said recklessly, laughing so hard she was shaking, proudly raising her neck to provoke Hu Yan. Come on! Come and chop me!

Ah Xue, her face flushed with drunkenness in Hu Yan's arms, looked towards Murong Yanran and said with a grin, "Sister Murong, are you also here to deliver a hundred boxes of lollipops to Ah Xue?"

Murong Yanran was Murong Yanran after all; the psychological quality of a glorious queen was absolutely top-notch. Although she was furious at the foolish Zhang Jiayi for making things worse, and wished she could slap the drunken Ah Xue to death! But after the initial anger subsided, Murong Yanran calmed down in just a few breaths. With narrowed eyes and a gentle smile, she apologized, "Ah Yan, I'm sorry. Jia Yi's brain might have been damaged by the aphrodisiac. Maybe throwing it in water will neutralize it!"

"No need for that! I need to undo the curse anyway, so let's do it together!"

We all know that the Celestial Master's personality and thoughts are quite unusual. He had just refused to help, but upon hearing Murong Yanran's solution, he changed his mind almost immediately.

Zhang Zhenwen mischievously pinched Ah Xue's small, delicate nose, which was pressed against Hu Yan's dragon, and with a wicked smile, told Hu Yan to clamp Ah Xue's two large breasts between his dragon. Then, she solemnly began to chant the incantation, "I beseech the million soldiers of Taiyuan, and the ten thousand soldiers of the Overthrowing Monarch, to descend in one fell swoop, and release all their souls, freeing them from detention, harmonizing their spirits, and dispelling all calamities. So be it!"

After chanting, Zhang Zhenwen raised an eyebrow and glared fiercely at Hu Yan, who was secretly groping and massaging her breasts. He took out a broken piece of jade and activated a spell. "Sizzle!" Hu Yan was sent flying, his entire body crackling with electricity. "Ah Xue, you can't just eat other people's lollipops anymore. There are a lot of bad people in the world."

"But lollipops cost money, and Ah Xue doesn't have any!"

Hu Xue covered her trembling breasts, giving the wealthy Murong Yanran a seemingly innocent yet resentful glance.

Ah Xue, what are you thinking? Murong Yanran, who wanted to deal with Ah Xue, and Zhang Zhenwen, who wanted to protect Ah Xue, both felt a sense of utter confusion. They were increasingly puzzled. What kind of little girl was Ah Xue? What kind of thoughts lay beneath such an innocent exterior?

Zhang Zhenwen rolled her eyes! Too simplistic!

Extremely insidious! Murong Yanran's expression shifted between anger and uncertainty!

"Lollipop! Lollipop! Brother Yan, when did you add a sugar coating to your lollipops?"

Ah Xue had somehow reappeared beside Hu Yan, clutching his erect dragon spear, her lips curving into a dejected arch.

Exchanging glances, the Queen and the Celestial Master agreed, "Great wisdom appears as foolishness!" With

Ah Xue and the other women's curses settled, Zhang Zhenwen explained her plan, took an ancient array diagram, and went outside to set up the formation.

Murong Yanran followed Zhang Zhenwen to a secluded spot, then suddenly said, "Your plan is too dangerous! I don't agree!"

"If he could persuade you, you wouldn't need to!"

Zhang Zhenwen shook her head and smiled wryly.

Murong Yanran said indignantly, "You know how to kill ghosts! Why didn't you secretly kill that Sadako from the mountain village?"

"I am a Celestial Master, and my word is my bond. Since I promised this fool and swore an oath by my ancestors, how can I easily break my promise! Even if I realize the evil halfway through, I will still finish the job before punishing it."

Murong Yanran smiled indifferently and cleverly said, "Since you know that Ayan is a fool, then you should have killed those dead ghosts halfway through! You should know that Ayan is pitiful but lacks authority, brave but lacks strategy, blinded by lust, and doesn't know when to advance or retreat when facing a great enemy... Is helping such a fool something a virtuous person should do?"

Zhang Zhenwen once again witnessed Murong Yanran's prowess; she could actually speak classical Chinese! The Celestial Master chuckled, removed the hair tie from his hair, and tousled his hair, saying, "Since you despise idiots so much, why don't you just withdraw? I'll take my husband and Ah Xue back to China; they'll surely be better off than in Japan. Since you already know I'm a woman in front of the Celestial Master, you shouldn't have let that idiot come looking for me to get struck, even though your goal is to eliminate the lingering effects of the curse."

"You're pretending to be crazy, and Ah Xue is playing dumb. You're definitely in cahoots. I know I can't stop you, so I can only keep an eye on Jia Yi, waiting for me to gain power or find an opportunity..."

Murong Yanran returned to Villa B3, her words still unfinished.

After Murong Yanran disappeared, Zhang Zhenwen soared into the sky, unfurling a magic array. Sweating profusely, she cast eighty-one spells, causing the array to grow rapidly, blotting out the sky, before vanishing without a trace. She smiled with satisfaction.

Zhang Zhenwen landed on the ground, opened her Qiankun Sleeve, and pulled out a pile of magical treasures and talismans. "I've used up all my treasures! I can't set up 1080 array eyes, but even 360 array eyes are tiring! Aside from mealtimes, I haven't had a single spare moment. Am I just born to be a workaholic? Watching is bad; this lazy, idle fellow should help Sister Wenwen! Someone just used that method to threaten me into working seriously! A mortal dares to interfere with a Celestial Master; they're really fit to be wives, they don't know their own limitations!" "

Sister Wenwen, it's not that Axue doesn't want to help, it's just that I don't understand your flag! So, I can't help!"

Axue obediently appeared in front of the pile of magical treasures and talismans, strangely holding a large black notebook. She held it to her chest, obscuring the beautiful scenery of the majestic mountains, and cutely stuck out her tongue.

"When I drank your divine milk, which was like a nectar, I knew your identity was far from simple. No matter how I tried to figure out your background, I couldn't, but I knew you were devoted to that idiot, so… putting aside these trivial matters, how did you actually give him an aphrodisiac?"

"Could you please not talk about that…?"

Ah Xue lowered her head shyly to read, finally saying helplessly, "A bad guy tricked a little girl with a lollipop, and then all the little girls in the world fell in love with lollipops. Ah Xue's lollipop bag is locked, and Brother Yan's lollipops aren't real lollipops... Ah Xue can't go a day without lollipops, and Ah Xue isn't afraid of poisonous lollipops, but I didn't expect the lollipops didn't contain poison..."

Faced with the endless supply of lollipops, Zhang Zhenwen decisively waved her sleeve, collecting everything, and went to set up the array eye alone. "Ten bottles of spirit liquid! I'll use them for alchemy later!"

Back when I practiced the Five Thunder Evil Technique, my personality became strange, so it's normal for Ah Xue's body to become strange from eating lollipops. Considering we're both monsters, I'll handle it alone.

Really the same? Really normal?

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At 7:00 PM on September 12, 1990, cloudy, at the abandoned well of the log cabin (ruins) in Villa B4 of the South Hakone Pacific Paradise, the inscription read: "Five stars shine brightly, illuminating the five directions; Mercury averts disaster, Wood brings prosperity, Mars dispels calamity, Venus wards off war, Saturn guards the four directions, bringing prosperity to the nation and its people; names are inscribed on jade tablets, words are recorded in the imperial palace; riding the wind to scatter the scenery, soaring into the vast sky, entering and exiting the void, roaming the ten directions; five clouds float like a canopy, summoning gods and controlling the wind, commanding all spirits, and protecting the immortals."

Zhang Zhenwen, holding her breath and ascending to the highest level, pointed her magic sword at the giant rock at the well's opening. The giant rock crashed down with a "boom" onto the shattered wooden planks destroyed by the explosives.

"The stone that weighs you down, the house that suppresses you, the lock that holds your hatred, all are destroyed. Turn to ash in the sunlight, only the moon remains, but because the moon is not full, resentment rises. The grievances lie buried on the ground, I will resolve them. Divine power, swiftly, swiftly, as the law commands!"

Zhang Zhenwen slammed her magic sword into the well, waiting for about a quarter of an hour, but there was still no reaction from within. The Celestial Master sighed and said to Hu Yan, "Husband, the ghosts below don't want to come up, you'll have to go down and die! Or, stop thinking about the dead, I'll give you a chance to change your mind."

Hu Yan, protecting the dragon with one hand and waving away the dust blown by the wind with the other, hurriedly said, "I told you! Just grab a rope and jump down, why go through all that trouble!"

Hu Yan was practically naked at this point, his entire body covered in cinnabar and talismans, without a single garment to cover himself. Luckily, I stopped Yanran and Axue from coming over earlier… Seriously, is this considered humiliating discipline? Could this be retribution for forbidding Ah Xue and Ling Zi from wearing clothes in the house last time?

If Zhang Zhenwen knew what Hu Yan was thinking, she would surely vomit blood. Fortunately, Zhang Zhenwen was unaware, so the strict Taoist master, as if using diplomatic rhetoric, merely gave a dry warning before producing a talisman as per procedure. "Husband, have you seen this talisman clearly? I have used my seven years of Taoist cultivation to write this

extremely immoral and harmful witchcraft talisman. The core of this talisman is the character 'well'! It signifies a bottomless well; once used, it will plunge you into a bottomless pit, cutting off all paths! I ask you again on behalf of Heaven, do you regret it?"

"Wenwen, how could you..."

Hu Yan stopped mid-sentence and tapped Zhang Zhenwen's chest with his whisk again.

"My lord, when performing rituals, you must address me as the Celestial Master! Such rituals have been established since ancient times, and you must not be careless!" the Celestial Master said solemnly. "Wear this talisman on yourself first. If you fall into water, it will ignite and send you to eternal damnation, to the Yellow Springs."

Hu Yan saw the raised whisk, his mouth moved slightly, and he had no choice but to give up.

"Now I will tell you the way to resolve this, and you must remember it well! Because your Yang essence is very strong, seemingly Yang but not truly Yang, different from ordinary people. For the birth of a daughter, the Yin and Yang creation will naturally have the effect of flesh and bone healing. For ghosts, it also has the wonder of reversing Yang to Yin, but since your heart Yang has not been transformed, it cannot enter the ghost's body. Therefore, the ghost fetus transforms into a human, and often feeds on essence to survive. However, the ghost fetus does not recognize the blood of the shaman, and uses its malevolent energy to arbitrarily transform into a divine being... Therefore, the Japanese Yamamura Sadako was a shaman. After death, she became the shaman ghost Yamamura Sadako." "The pregnant demon fetus, Takano Masako, gave birth to the deity, Yamamura Sadako. There is also the soul of Asakawa Reiko, and the spirit of Takano Mai… To save Yamamura Sadako, the three must be separated into human, shaman, and demon lineages. To separate them, one must first strengthen them with essence, then make them understand who Yamamura Sadako is. She delights in the unusual, not the same, and sometimes has countless incarnations; she cannot be deceived. Finally, with the essence of her large intestine, the work is perfected. This leads to a miracle of life, reaching its ultimate sublimation. Humans, demons, shamans, and other beings are decisively severed."

"Is that all? Besides the demon manipulation and the final enema, I didn't understand anything else!"

"Is that so?"

Zhang Zhenwen's forehead veins throbbed, forcibly calming her anger at Hu Yan, and she said stiffly, "No matter what they become, as long as they appear in female bodies, you are responsible for making them feel the joy of life! Let their dead souls disperse, achieving the state of an immortal yang soul."

Seeing Hu Yan's even more confused expression, Zhang Zhenwen decided not to explain further. Hu Yan was right. What he wanted to do was make love! Make love constantly! Until he ejaculated into a human being, and finally ended with anal sex to dissolve the act! "Here!"

"How come you still have some? I can't ejaculate into you right now—"

Hu Yan tapped Zhang Zhenwen's whisk again.

In fact, if it weren't for the fear of affecting Hu Yan's performance, the Celestial Master would have already unleashed a barrage of lightning strikes and slaps! "Ah Xue squeezed out a bottle of fresh spiritual liquid this afternoon. If you can't take it down there, just drink a sip. Wear it around your neck so it doesn't fall off!"

Zhang Zhenwen pulled a black silk thread from her Taoist robe, skillfully tied nine knots at the mouth of the jade bottle, and then wrapped it around Hu Yan's neck, securing it with a tight knot.

"What else? Take it all out! I'm almost frozen stiff after an hour!"

Hu Yan said, seemingly ungrateful for her kindness.

"Foolish...husband!"

Zhang Zhenwen suppressed her emotions, took a round jade pendant from her waist, and personally put it on Hu Yan's wrist again. "This is the Yuanfu of the Taiping Dao. When it was complete, it recorded the entire Taiping Qingling Book. I collected the lost 'moon' in Japan, and pressing it on it will finally allow it to protect you! With this, you won't be forcibly possessed by Yamamura Sadako!"

Hu Yan stared at the jade pendant and found a crescent moon raised on it and a strange five-pointed star recessed. "The Celestial Master is ready, can we begin now?"

"You can't turn back into a human. I can kill ghosts!"

Zhang Zhenwen turned her back, threatening him with murderous intent.

"I know! I'm full of energy!"

Hu Yan puffed out his chest, and the dragon nodded in agreement...

"Full of energy! With the spiritual liquid to replenish it, you'll be full of energy. Don't you think the pills I made you take before were a waste? Hehe, full of energy? That's not a problem, it's for bloodletting!"

The Celestial Master finally lost his temper and turned evil. A jade knife spun past and directly cut Hu Yan's wrist. Zhang Zhenwen kicked Hu Yan down to the well's edge again. Because the talisman was constantly healing his wound, she kept cutting his wrist to let the blood drip into the musty, smelly well where the air had just been circulated.

"Wenwen, I just want to see Sadako, you don't have to be so cruel."

Hu Yan was numb with good adaptability, letting the jade knife deepen the wound again and again, severing his wrist.

"Isn't there still a layer of skin attached? Don't you have confidence in my knife skills? Besides, you haven't screamed yet, so you don't feel any pain!"

Only when Hu Yan's face was as pale as a ghost did Zhang Zhenwen let go of the exhausted Hu Yan.

"Qi Restriction - Great Wind Spell!" Hu Yan, half-dangling in the well, weakly echoed back at the well, "Is it all better now? Lay down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha on the spot! Celestial Master, give me a quick death and let me be reborn sooner!"

Foolish! What do you mean by "lay down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha on the spot"?! I am a Taoist priest, a Celestial Master, okay?! If it weren't for you, why would I do such a thankless task? Zhang Zhenwen stopped arguing with Hu Yan and began her ritual step by step. "I will bless you with the Supreme Pure Golden Yuan Great Law, and you can then transform into a ghost and go into the water!"

Zhang Zhenwen solemnly changed her hand seals, her feet stepping on the Seven Star Steps, chanting, "The brocade clouds caress the rising smoke, within which lies the Jade Emperor's Court. The solemn seven treasures, the light shines upon the Supreme Pure. The wondrous enlightenment and profound truth are understood, the journey flows through the Golden City. The divine will is summoned, the floating chanting of the Cave Scriptures."

As Zhang Zhenwen spoke, she slapped Hu Yan's buttocks, causing him to slide headfirst into the well. "Ah—"

The long-neglected well was large, about two meters square. Its walls were covered in slippery moss and withered vines that snapped easily and drew blood. At the bottom was half a meter of water and sediment accumulated over a decade—basically, the kind of place where, without help, one could never climb out!

Hu Yan, braving the urge to shout, was flying headfirst, his scalp barely touching the water, about to stage a comet crashing into the earth, his skull shattered. But the Heavenly Master's shout echoed, interrupting his once-in-a-lifetime impromptu performance. "Heaven is Yang, Earth is Yin, reversing and inverting. Cause and effect, creation is mysterious."

Hu Yan felt himself being lifted by some force, performing a double backflip, a full rotation, and then, with his legs spread, he dove into the cold water.

"Glug glug!"

Hu Yan spat out water like a whale at the bottom of the well, shivering and miserable as he crawled out. But before he could lash out, Zhang Zhenwen at the well's edge added insult to injury, throwing "garbage" haphazardly.

"Bang!" "Ah!

" "Thump!" "Whoosh!

" "Boom!" "Clang!"... Hu Yan was hit all over the head, looking like Buddha.

Seeing the things floating on the surface of the water, and the water level not reaching his neck, Hu Yan had every reason to suspect that Zhang Zhenwen was plotting murder. Suddenly, the "well" talisman in Hu Yan's hand spontaneously combusted upon contact with the water, violently detonating the falling objects, creating an indescribable pungent smell, churning, chilling well water, and a green ghost fire shooting into the sky.

Zhang Zhenwen squatted at the well's edge, earnestly peeking one last time, "Husband, you must 'die' back healthy! Die now, be a romantic ghost!"

"Heaven and Earth, Yin and Yang, the gates of life and death open. The soul departs from the underworld, the path of Yang merges! Supreme Golden Essence, transforming into a ghost. Illusion and reality coexist, Kan and Li are in harmony. The dream of delusion awakens, the gate of the Mysterious Female. Heaven and man are separated, life and death are eternal."

She actually used such an expression to "bid farewell" to my body… If I don't "die" back! Wenwen, I'll haunt you even as a lustful ghost! Hu Yan felt his body was both light and heavy, strangely contradictory yet unified. His mouth opened and closed several times, but strangely, he couldn't speak.

Zhang Zhenwen smiled as if they were telepathically connected, her voice tinged with a sense of desolation and reluctance as she said, "Husband, don't underestimate a woman's resentment. Ghosts are terrifying, but a female ghost filled with resentment is even more terrifying. I'll wait for you to find Sadako's remains and return dead!"

Zhang Zhenwen took out a piece of dark blue linen and covered the opening of the abandoned well, plunging it into absolute darkness.

At the same time, a skeleton mysteriously surfaced and embraced Hu Yan's fallen body. The skull, devoid of flesh, gritted its teeth twice, then suddenly turned and dragged Hu Yan into the deeper water.

The moment he entered the water, the skull on the surface strangely sprouted a human face and body, revealing an incomprehensible, eerie smile…

a chilling smile, a smile that sent shivers down

his spine, a smile that evoked endless terror… Anyone who has learned to swim and has ever drowned knows that when a person is underwater for a long time, as the feeling of suffocation intensifies, the oxygen in the alveoli is depleted, the entire chest feels suffocated and then painful, vision blurs until the brain is oxygen-deprived, and finally, one loses consciousness helplessly.

Hu Yan, submerged underwater, was now truly experiencing this feeling. Hu Yan felt himself being drawn deeper into the water against his will, surrounded by darkness and suffocation, emptiness and desolation. Hu Yan even imagined himself being pulled to the legendary Yellow Springs, sinking helplessly until he drowned in a sealed, dark well.

Suddenly, the contradictory feeling vanished, and his body became incredibly light! Hu Yan found himself being embraced by a woman he had never seen before. The woman pinched, twisted, and scratched him… His

five senses returned. The surroundings were dim, the sound of flowing water filled his ears, the touch of the undercurrent was on his skin, his mouth tasted bitter, and he was being embraced by a woman! Following the woman, Hu Yan swam upwards, straining his neck. In an instant, both Hu Yan and the woman's heads emerged from the water, their faces bare, freed from the predicament of suffocation.

Hu Yan took a deep breath, realizing for the first time how wonderful breathing was. The momentary struggle with the wet woman in the nurse's uniform vanished.

It seemed Hu Yan's erect penis had invaded a place it shouldn't have, while the nurse's legs were tightly wrapped around his waist like iron hoops. Naturally, Hu Yan couldn't hold on alone, and the wet woman couldn't exert any force, so Hu Yan fell back into the water, and the woman sat down in a position of pleasure, cowgirl.

In that instant, the hard penis invaded the peach garden. In that instant

, the slippery canyon blasted open a cave.

In that instant, the woman couldn't refuse, facing imminent danger.

In that instant, Hu Yan couldn't stop, climbing to the peak.

That instant, oh that instant! That instant, oh that instant…

(If you want to know, dive into the bathtub and try it yourself. — You don't necessarily need a knife to kill someone; just sit in the water and do what you love, and exhale enough to kill them!

The water boiled, and huge clumps of bubbles rose from underwater. Hu Yan finally managed to paddle to the surface with his backstroke, his waist and

legs intertwined with the nurse's beautiful body, each of them holding one side of the well opening. The shimmering, ever-changing light flashed across Hu Yan's face. Hu Yan said with green eyes, "Are you a virgin too? You're just the right size to hold my dragon in place. Your butt is so tender, white, and elastic!"

Everyone knows that Hu Yan's brain always falters when he encounters beautiful women and romantic encounters, so it's understandable that he would say something like that...

On the other end, the wet woman with her legs wrapped around Hu Yan's waist was stunned. Having not communicated with anyone for many years, she was dumbfounded.) Just now, she was struggling internally, wondering if she should twist her waist or tell Hu Yan she wanted it… The feeling of her vagina being filled by the dragon's root was so comfortable! Day after day, year after year, having lived in the water for decades, what she loved most was something that could soften in the water and then harden again!

The dazed beauty lost her balance and slipped several fist-widths to the side. Her delicate body bobbed in the water, inevitably allowing the dragon's root to penetrate her flower core several more times.

Countless acts of lovemaking had long since ingrained Hu Yan's sexual skills into his instincts. But then, a certain golden talisman that had caused Hu Yan so much pain all day suddenly seemed to have gone berserk, shocking the dragon and unimpededly shooting its pent-up semen into the beauty's uterus. Before she could even utter a word, the beauty let out a soft moan and half of her body went limp.

"Sadako Yamamura! You're also Sadako Yamamura? Why are the three of you different?"

At the moment the wet-clothed nurse climaxed, Hu Yan received a surge of electricity through his ejaculating penis, and a flood of chaotic fragments of memories rushed into his mind. These included Sadako Yamamura's silence when her underwear was wet from her first period, the strange event of her taking her younger brother's ghost into her body when she was seven, the resentment of the Onmyoji who murdered and manipulated her mother, Shizuko, in front of her, and the lingering resentment of being unable to leave Takano Masako's body after death… In short, based on the memories, the Sadako Yamamura in the well was kind.

In the lingering afterglow, thinking of the various shameful scenes on Japanese television, Sadako Yamamura was suddenly... Sadako frowned, her dark eyes fixed on their joined bodies, and for the first time, she spoke somewhat stiffly, her gaze unwavering. "Just one more time! I'll call you... Master! I also want to know that wonderful feeling of making love! She keeps transmitting her sensations to me, and I want to truly experience it with this body, not with superpowers, but with my own body... Master, even if you ejaculate more... it's okay... I can take it all."

With that, Sadako, wearing a nurse's cap and uniform, once again tightly gripped Hu Yan's penis. Her body floated to Hu Yan's chest, the sexy white dress clinging to her skin, her soft, smooth flesh sticking to his palm.

Hu Yan stroked Yamamura Sadako's transparent, slippery, and surprisingly thin white undershirt, finding it incredibly pleasurable. Yamamura Sadako in her transparent nurse's uniform, if she were to star in a costume drama, would undoubtedly captivate most men. "Sex is fine! But you must tell me why your other Yamamura Sadako is different; her body is much cooler than yours!"

Afraid Yamamura Sadako wouldn't answer, Hu Yan's hand, like a tiger descending a mountain, moved from Yamamura Sadako's breasts to her open legs, skillfully teasing the erogenous zones on the inside of her thighs. Even through that smooth, underwater white garment, relying on his innate senses, Hu Yan accurately located the mysterious garden and the most beautiful jewel-like flower within it. What followed was simple: Hu Yan, like in his usual interrogation, simultaneously conquered the beauty's vagina and played with her clitoris, diverting his attention to ask Yamamura Sadako similar questions from different angles.

"You must be enjoying it inside... Don't you think we should change the environment?"

Hu Yan kneaded Yamamura Sadako's soft breasts, pinching her nipples, which felt like small stones.

"Yes... it's... ah... it's this strange feeling... um... it's what Master wants to do here—ah!"

Yamamura Sadako's eyes were filled with lust, and she completely lost her balance, her mature and beautiful body swaying back and forth on Hu Yan's body.

"Are you really a ghost? Does being a ghost mean you can have a devilish figure? I'm so excited, it's like I'm dreaming!"

Smelling the fragrance emanating from Yamamura Sadako's body and feeling the real texture in his hands, Hu Yan repeated the question he had asked three times.

Sadako Yamamura swayed her hips with a laugh, sending waves of ecstasy through her mind. "I'm a ghost with a body. Except for my face, everything else can... transform according to Master's wishes... oh oh oh!"

"Temperature too? Why didn't you transform into a huge, exaggerated breast like Yuki's? Big, fleshy! It would be so much fun to do breast sex! I really don't believe this is just my hallucination!"

Hu Yan abandoned his Tokyo conquest of Sadako Yamamura's lower abdomen, using his hands to manipulate her doughy breasts in various ways, kissing her intoxicated face repeatedly between thrusts. Sadako

Yamamura, as if stimulated, broke free from Hu Yan's clutches, slamming her breasts against his upper arm, exhaling a sweet breath, "I don't want to be played by her! I don't want to leave Asia and look to the world!"

"This tight pressure from my pussy! I won't say anymore! Don't continue... I'm going to cum!"

Under the influence of the giant dragon purple talisman, Hu Yan once again became a quick shooter, ejaculating large streams of semen like a Gatling gun.

"Jumping and shooting inside me, I'm so happy, Master, let's climax together!"

Sadako Yamamura exclaimed joyfully, responding with even stronger sexual organs. Climax after climax, sucking and licking to extract semen.

During a brief pause, Hu Yan said weakly to Sadako Yamamura, "Sadako, why is your expression so lewd? You're not a pervert, are you?"

"If Master were here too, watching TV continuously for ten years, and then that real feeling returned to him, Master wouldn't be surprised. Actually..." Chapter

8: Hooking the Demon . At 7:00 PM on September 12, 1990, in the waters near Izu Oshima off the coast of Tokyo, a large cargo ship... "Great God's Prayer—Boundless Heaven, Boundless Sea." Lightning struck the sea, and a hundred-meter-tall sea monster leaped out of the water. "Heavenly wind, sea rises, landmines, airborne. Summoning wind and rain!" Boundless silver snakes danced in the sky, and the sea raged, startling a sea dragon. Heaven and earth unleashed their power, the sea and sky merging into one color. Onmyoji magic became the fuel for the sorcery, drawing upon the boundless power of heaven and earth to shatter and extract the spiritual energy of the middle-aged Onmyoji . A ten-kilometer radius of the sea became the spell's attack range, causing death and destruction to humans, marine life, and ships that could not resist the pull. "You are that ghost? How can you use the legendary art of summoning wind and rain? Cough cough." An old man, his plaster cast rapidly decaying, was terrified, hooked onto the deck of a broken anchor. The surging waves swept away his foul-smelling filth. Floating before him was the white-clad spirit, Yamamura Sadako. Forbidden from entering the South Hakone villa by the Heavenly Master's Grand Array and temporarily rejected by the surrounding environment, she was very happy today. Because the Onmyoji who had driven his mother, Yamamura Shizuko's, soul insane and enslaved her, had finally seen the news reports that had spread throughout Japan. Branded by the curse of resentment, he had willingly left Izu and sailed to the sea. "You think I'm afraid of the sea?" "Shizuko... Mother... I've come to get you." The demon Yamamura Sadako ripped the canine-tooth magatama from the old man's neck. Her invisible, intangible hand suddenly materialized, crushing the ancient magatama, which bore a soul-binding spell. "Shizuko? Mother? Yamamura Sadako! No! No! You can't be her! You don't look alike at all! Jotaro defiled her and pushed her down the well, and Heihachiro killed her with my magical artifact! I personally sealed her away, burying her at the bottom of the well where she can never be reborn, and even covered it..." The old man, already mentally deranged, revealed the truth to the demon Yamamura Sadako. Ignoring the old man's self-talk, Sadako Yamamura weakly addressed the menacing ghostly figure that emanated the magatama, saying, "Shizuko, are you still not awake? You've made me feel the emptiness of losing loved ones, the fear and hatred towards the living. While alive, you constantly suppressed my murderous nature, bringing me into this world only to force Sadako to her death, leaving her to live only in ever-deepening resentment. All I wanted was for my family to live happily together. You wanted me, seemingly normal, to live a normal life, to die alone like a monster, and in the end, you both failed! That endless, pure darkness devoured me, filling the desires swirling in my heart with resentment. My lifelong wish became to kill them. Who are they? They are the people who fear you, who dare to resent us! What am I? And why do I exist? Since I was born and met my master, no matter what I pondered, a voice always erased everything. Then it told me, 'If you don't kill them, you'll never have an answer.'" " So Sadako Yamamura finally understood: only by killing you all can I break the shackles of fate and get the answer Sadako Yamamura wanted." "Resentment! You must die! Be reborn in the Ring Realm!" The demon Sadako Yamamura lightly pointed at Shizuko Yamamura's bewildered and ferocious remnant soul, her form drastically changing into the terrifying, tragically deceased demon woman. She opened her mouth wide and swallowed Shizuko Yamamura's soul into her illusory body, then vanished into the night wind as if she had never existed. "The backlash is a bit too much. I need to kill a thousand people to replenish it. My body, once I've absorbed enough souls, return to my side!" "Ah—" The old Onmyoji, stripped of his spiritual power, was swept back by a huge wave, the sea surface ablaze with burning wreckage. "Boom boom boom!" Thunder rumbled, torrential rain poured down, typhoon waves surged, and the firelight was dim and yellow. According to a report by Kyodo News on the 13th, around 8 PM local time on the 12th, a typhoon and torrential rain disaster occurred in the sea about 3 kilometers north of Izu Oshima, Tokyo, causing an explosion and fire on an East India Company cargo ship, and several foreign crew members fell into the sea and went missing … On the 13th , the Japan Coast Guard dispatched patrol boats, helicopters, and all its officers to the scene for rescue… Japan Coast Guard officials said that the rescue operation would last for more than three days… According to well-informed sources: at the Prime Minister's Office, the Prime Minister, who had lost his beloved daughter the day before, denounced the Japan Coast Guard for inaction! ********** ...

Of course, for someone as directionally challenged as Hu Yan, even with a map, he'd still get lost without a guide. Hu Yan, who spent more time making love than doing anything else, was also in a state of disorientation and distortion.

Therefore, watching the stars shift slightly in the sky, Hu Yan entered the house in front of him without a second thought.

"Is anyone home?"

Hu Yan asked in his mind, in a voice so low even a ghost couldn't hear him, like a thief. Walking in the old wooden-brick house, which seemed deserted and haunted even in the middle of the night

, he didn't need to lock the door. His footsteps echoed eerily through the fragile floorboards. Hu Yan, one hand covering his proudly erect Dragon Spear, the other gripping a gleaming, exquisitely beautiful sword, tiptoed into a room that resembled a living room. Running naked in the middle of the night—Hu Yan had had enough of this humiliation! Hu Yan dashed to the wardrobe, quickly opened it, and rummaged through the drawers, pulling out a pile of underwear and bras. His face turned ashen as he grinned, "Are all the people in this house women? Wearing underwear like this is even more embarrassing! I'm not Sima Yi!"

"Splash, splash!"

The sound of splashing water. Hu Yan released the hot, throbbing power cord and, with a turn of his body, swung it rapidly from left to right.

"Splash—"

The steaming bathroom door was forcefully pulled open by Hu Yan, his face turned to the side, his eyes glazed by the bright light reflected from the mirror on the wall next to the wardrobe. Then, Hu Yan looked closely; the bathroom was completely empty. Nobody was there! Only the faucet was running, letting the water cascade down like a waterfall!

"Damn, what a waste of water!"

Hu Yan thought strangely, why would there be a light and a faucet running in an empty house? Perhaps it was the Chinese virtues of diligence and thrift, or perhaps trespassing triggered a pang of conscience in Hu Yan, that led him to kindly try to turn off the tap for the extravagant Japanese.

Just as Hu Yan placed his hand on the tap to turn it on, a figure suddenly leaped out of the wooden bathtub in the bathroom. Hu Yan's hair stood on end, and he instinctively swung his sword at the figure.

"Splash!" Two streams of water and scattered droplets splashed and fell heavily to the surface, then automatically sprayed up again, washing Hu Yan's jewel-encrusted sword.

Hu Yan stared blankly at the empty bathtub, the bottom of which was visible. "Sadako? Is that you? Is this place?"

If he were outside, Hu Yan might have suspected Ah Xue and Zhang Zhenwen playing a trick, but now, within the realm controlled by Sadako of the Demon Mountain Village, Hu Yan was absolutely certain it was Sadako's doing! Controlling water—a very ordinary superpower.

A chilling gust of wind swept past, a burst of light emanating from Hu Yan's body, a surge of pleasure in his dragon, and a sudden numbness in his neck.

The exhaustion from walking overwhelmed him, instantly rendering him unconscious. Half his body slammed into the bathtub, a large bump appearing on his head.

"Ouch!"

The chilling wind swirled twice, transforming into a human form. A trace of blood clung to the corner of her mouth, and she held a broken tooth in her hand, her crazed face

displaying a tearless expression. Yamamura Shizuko's hands were covered in Hu Yan's semen, which had accidentally touched her lips when she covered them. As she spoke, the semen flowed into her mouth. Under the influence of some strange force, the evil curse concocted by the Onmyoji and parts of her memories before and after death were completely forgotten by Yamamura Shizuko.

After decades of mental derangement, Yamamura Shizuko's memory regressed to 1956. This memory loss led Yamamura Shizuko to question the appearance of Hu Yan as a victim. "I'm Shizuko Yamamura! This is my home. Strange, why is this person in my bathtub? Shouldn't someone spying on a woman bathing be outside the bathroom?"

As a woman who had given birth, Shizuko Yamamura's confusion didn't last long. She disarmed Hu Yan, who was unconscious like a dead pig, and took him to the bedroom. She then bound him tightly with bed sheets and duct tape, intending to call the police to arrest the burglar.

But Shizuko Yamamura hung up the phone as soon as she dialed. After a brief, intimate encounter where she had touched Hu Yan's entire body, Yamamura Shizuko belatedly thought, "Does a robber steal things and end up naked himself? But his assets are really impressive! Much better than those impotent people who go to train!"

Here, it's necessary to mention the layout of Yamamura Shizuko's house. It's a two-story, retro-style brick-and-mortar villa with an attic, featuring one Western-style and one tatami-style master bedroom; four guest rooms, one Western-style and three tatami-style, accessible only through a second-floor passageway to the attic… Perhaps due to the fact that Yamamura Shizuko's house is mostly inhabited by women or for energy conservation, there are dressing mirrors hanging throughout the house.

About fifteen minutes later, Hu Yan woke up with a loud yawn, sadly finding himself lying on a bed, his previously naked body now covered by a strange covering. Hu Yan admitted that if he had a choice, he would rather have no covering at all; he would rather be considered a nudist.

Being bound to the bed in a spread-eagle position like a mummy was bad enough. But why did this resilient, lustful dragon have to push up a huge pillar from between the strips of cloth and tape? This pillar was even covered by lace panties and a silk bra, and the dragon's head, stubbornly clinging to its roots like a tenacious blade of grass, had broken through the soil and poked its head out… Hu Yan was so ashamed of his subconscious shamelessness that he almost foamed at the mouth.

Of course, these constraints and embarrassments couldn't stop Hu Yan, because this lecherous man had a sword at his disposal, as well as a semi-offensive weapon suitable for both lewd and obscene purposes—the Lustful Tentacles.

However, as the saying goes, nothing is more likely to happen than a coincidence, and accidents always happen when people are absolutely certain. Just as the aching Hu Yan was about to summon his sword and carefully direct the Lustful Tentacles to cut the ropes, footsteps came from the entrance of the room not far away. To avoid alerting the intruder, Hu Yan decisively released his invisible lustful thoughts to disturb the enemy, remaining stiffly lying there feigning unconsciousness, preparing to ascertain whether the newcomer was indeed Sadako Yamamura before making a decision.

After listening with his eyes closed for a while, Hu Yan sensed the newcomer sit down not far away, followed by repeated hissing sounds and occasional dripping sounds, unsure of what they were doing. It wasn't the sound of sharpening a knife, preparing to kill! Not wanting to sit and wait for his death, Hu Yan secretly opened his eyelids. Suddenly, the image of a woman in a kimono combing her hair flashed before his eyes. This scene looked so familiar!

Hu Yan involuntarily looked at the beautiful face reflected in the mirror on the wardrobe, trying to recall. But his head throbbed as he realized his memory was unreliable; he couldn't remember who the woman was.

One glance, two stares, three wide-eyed! Good heavens! A terrifying scene unfolded before Hu Yan's eyes. The woman combing her hair in the mirror had vanished without a trace, leaving only the empty bathroom door reflected in the mirror…

"Are you looking at me?"

"Hmm—"

The one asking was Yamamura Shizuko, and the one speaking was Hu Yan, but neither of them were talking for the other's sake. Yamamura Shizuko asked because Hu Yan's dragon head was spitting, and Hu Yan spoke because Yamamura Shizuko was gripping the dragon head, using it like a walking stick, squeezing and pressing it, masturbating with apparent pleasure.

The supernatural event was solved; Yamamura Shizuko disappeared because Hu Yan, in his shameless daze, ejaculated indiscriminately, accidentally touching the naked golden lotus of the beautiful ghost woman.

This touch from Yamamura Shizuko had a significant impact, instantly arousing Hu Yan's interest! Before even exchanging two words, Hu Yan's lustful desire reached out and grabbed Yamamura Shizuko, tearing off her vacuum-sealed old kimono.

"Mmm...don't pinch me like that! Ah! You're not a robber, you're a pervert! It hurts! Let me go!"

Yamamura Shizuko was gripped tightly by the lewd tentacles, and she fell face-first into Hu Yan's abdomen. Her breasts, wrapped around the base of the tentacles, were forced against her dragon-wielding hand, shaking and rubbing restlessly.

"You tied me up and then teased me! You got what you deserved!"

Hu Yan roared mercilessly, his anger rising at the thought of his own miserable, immobile state. Without a second thought, he used his tentacles to suck and twist Shizuko's perfectly round breasts, stretching and contorting them into real, fleshy rolls. He then inserted his enormous dragon root like a sausage, manipulating Shizuko with his hands, breasts, and face.

It must be said that after Hu Yan's dragon root was afflicted by the Celestial Master, it became increasingly shameless and unrestrained. Before long, a torrent of semen stained Shizuko with a white layer, making her body reek of human scent, her upper body so slippery that it was impossible to touch her.

In no time, Hu Yan's slowly escalating lust erupted, and Shizuko, in a daze, took his semen-laden dragon into her mouth. After Hu Yan thrust forward forcefully, she seemed both unwilling and delighted, wildly stroking his member. What is this smell? Why do I like it so much? I'm a mother now, how can I still be so lewd?

After fucking the beauty's mouth for a while, Hu Yan released his pent-up desire. Suddenly, he remembered the scene from the videotape and blurted out, "I remember now! You're Yamamura Sadako's mother... Sorry, stop!"

Hu Yan hurriedly tried to salvage the situation, releasing the tentacles that were binding and arousing Yamamura Shizuko.

But at this moment, Yamamura Shizuko, whose lust had seeped into her very bones, didn't care about Hu Yan's lustful desires and the tentacles' retraction. Her consciousness was completely swallowed by the dragon, with only one thought: to let Hu Yan's dragon ravish her.

The two, who had originally been entangled because of the lustful tentacles, had their mentality and behavior completely reversed. So, after Hu Yan released Yamamura Shizuko, instead of getting off Hu Yan's crotch, Yamamura Shizuko flipped over and sat on Hu Yan's waist. Driven by lust, and inhaling the stench of her own semen, Yamamura Shizuko's fingers slid, ready to take the mighty dragon pointing to the sky and drawing the earth into her thirsty, empty peach, yearning to suck her essence. "Give it to me! Give it to me! I want... I want... Fly... So hot... Good man... Mmm... Oh... I want—"

"Hey! I've done Sadako, I can't do it with you, Mother-in-law!"

Hu Yan, whose memories were sealed by the God of War, couldn't remember how many pairs of fake mother-daughter flowers he had taken. His conscience, which even a dog wouldn't chew, barely allowed him to suppress his boundless lust and hold onto the last inch of reason in his mind. He used his lustful tentacles to grab Yamamura Shizuko's thighs and hands, keeping her at a distance from his dragon head, neither too high nor too low, for a peak discussion.

Due to Hu Yan's boundless growth and suppression of lust, the power of lustful fire unknowingly emerged and ignited Yamamura Shizuko's heart, completely arousing the lust deep within her. Completely lewd, Yamamura Shizuko frantically explored herself, her climaxes surging like a flood of water. Two raised little fingers touched her clitoris and inserted into her G-spot, her thumbs, like dragon veins, intertwined in threes and twos, forming a three-dimensional triangle of radiating water veins, resembling a Tantric hand gesture. At the same time, Yamamura Shizuko cried out loudly, "Fuck me! Fuck me! Just like before, hurry! I'm going crazy! Fuck me to death! Fuck me to death! You dead son-in-law…good son-in-law…my dear son…good husband…fuck me…just fuck me…anything is fine…anything is fine! Oh!"

"Don't shout…just now…I didn't know. I can't commit incest and immoral acts with you, otherwise I'll become a lewd beast, my morality won't allow it…no! Ah!"

Hu Yan, listening to Yamamura Shizuko's incoherent ramblings, was accidentally consumed by lust and let out a painful scream, allowing Yamamura Shizuko to be drenched in countless drops of dew. Her lustful madness erupted, transforming her into a beast. I'm venting! I need to vent! A woman! I want a woman! Hu Yan's willpower instantly waned. He instinctively felt that if his penis didn't penetrate a woman's body to release his pent-up desire, the unquenchable wildness would burn him to the core, causing unbearable pain!

Fueled by lust, Hu Yan's strength increased tenfold in an instant. He easily tore off the messy restraints on his body, forcefully ripping open the M-shaped fabric of Yamamura Shizuko's kimono skirt, revealing her half-hidden, dark, and juicy vulva. In his frenzy, Hu Yan showed no mercy. His already erect penis plunged into the tight, beautiful woman's vagina, a violent and brutal thrust, yet imbued with a profound sense of justice!

"Ah...it hurts...it's broken...thrust! Thrust! So good...it's so warm inside...it's broken...ah...so comfortable...it hurts...I'm dying...so beautiful...oh!"

Yamamura Shizuko knelt on the bed with an unusual expression. It was a suffocating mix of pleasure and pain, pain and excitement, excitement and satisfaction...

Purely from a technical standpoint, this was Hu Yan's first time performing vaginal penetration. The difference between vaginal penetration and insertion is that insertion is purely for pleasure, deriving physical ecstasy from intense thrusting. Vaginal penetration, however, is different; it requires skill and an understanding of both one's own and the woman's sensations. Vaginal penetration seeks not just lust, but the thrill of control and conquest. Therefore, this time, without Yamamura Shizuko's moans and pleas, Hu Yan directly penetrated her until she was utterly overwhelmed, experiencing both ecstasy and unbearable pain...

The lustful fire truly lived up to its reputation as a miraculous fire that could break through all limitations. Normally, under the effect of the Purple Gold Talisman, a few thrusts would have turned the room into a pool of semen, but now, even after hundreds of thrusts, Hu Yan managed to hold back his ejaculation completely. Of course, as time passed, Hu Yan would eventually ejaculate, but that wouldn't happen for another hour!

"What a rotten peach... It feels so good! Ah!"

Hu Yan roared as his fiery dragon, poised to pounce, unleashed a torrent of scalding semen into the womb of Yamamura Shizuko, whose moans had become barely audible. Shizuko, her face contorted with a complex mix of pleasure and desire, quickly lost consciousness.

Because Hu Yan's dragon was so enormous, it remained firmly lodged in Shizuko's vagina even after ejaculation, causing her flat stomach to swell rapidly. Within a few breaths, it had swollen to an astonishing degree; one might mistake her for being ten months pregnant! Even

while its owner was unconscious, the incredibly pleasurable vaginal muscles continued their struggle against the lewd dragon. Overwhelmed by heat and pleasure, Yamamura Shizuko awoke with a blissful awakening. "Strange, how can I have two memories? He said he slept with Sadako. It must be the older one; little Sadako is only two. No, Sadako is already ten. Am I wrong?

Was the child Sadako gave birth to last time his? Little Sadako is Masako, Takano Masako, Yamamura Sadako…

ten years old…"

The more Yamamura Shizuko thought about it, the worse it became, the more distressed she felt, yet the blush on her face intensified. As the saying goes, you don't know someone until you've had sex with them. Just because he barged into her house and slept with her, she knew that her relationship with this man, whose name she didn't yet know, would be much closer than that with her daughter, Yamamura Sadako.

Although she didn't know if this was a strange logic unique to Japan, that's what Yamamura Shizuko believed. "I must give him an unforgettable impression!"

And so she did. For Yamamura Shizuko, whose lust had been reignited, the aches and pains in her body seemed to vanish in an instant. The specks of wet and dry semen on her body were no longer a source of shame in her mind, but rather the best token and symbol to establish her illicit relationship with Hu Yan.

As dawn broke, Hu Yan, who had been comfortably lying on the bed with his legs spread wide, woke up from a blissful ejaculation. In a fit of morning grumpiness, he squeezed his legs together and forcefully thrust his hand against the head of hers that was still sucking him. Then, Hu Yan jerked back and pushed the beauty's head away, finally seeing the face he had just bitten. For a moment, his tongue tied in knots, "You—"

Although Yamamura Shizuko's head had been pushed away, she still looked unsatisfied. She stuck out her tongue, clasped her hands together, and said kindly, "My son-in-law, this stuff smells quite good, it's delicious. If you want to be with Sadako in the future, come and comb your mother-in-law's hair morning, noon, and night!"

Hu Yan felt his mind was going haywire, burning with fever and dizziness. His teeth chattered, making a coughing, trembling sound. After a long pause, he managed to choke out a sentence with a stern face, "You're Sadako's mother! I'm not some shameless Japanese who treats incest as commonplace."

Upon hearing Hu Yan's words, the adulterous mother, Yamamura Shizuko, suddenly narrowed her eyes and said fiercely, "If you like doing this so much, why don't you just make up your mind! I don't even mind that you raped my daughter, and I approve of you serving her! What else do you have to say! Besides, when you were speaking so righteously just now, your lustful thing was trembling non-stop! Lie down obediently, and let me give you another blowjob."

The vicious Yamamura Shizuko used a bra as a hidden weapon, catching Hu Yan off guard and leaving him unable to defend his erection.

Through a night of practice, Yamamura Shizuko's oral sex skills had reached a legendary level. She had mastered a peculiar and specialized skill in reading people's expressions, adjusting the rhythm of her sucking based on Hu Yan's trembling penis and his breathing, causing the muscles in her mouth to change in varying degrees of pressure and speed. The entwining of her tongue, the light biting of her teeth, and the friction of her lips were incredibly sensual, each touch stimulating Hu Yan to produce a powerful reaction. Even though he was exhausted, he couldn't suppress his masculine lust.

"Your words don't sound like those of a madman, but you're actually much crazier."

Hearing Yamamura Shizuko say this, and seeing his unworthy penis glistening with moisture, Hu Yan's face turned as red as a monkey's bottom, his wavering heart beginning to waver. Push down the alluring, seductive female body before him! Push down! Push down!

"Do you think I'm dirty? Besides Heihachiro, you are my first and last man. I don't want to live as a tool for his fame anymore."

A trace of sadness flashed in Yamamura Shizuko's beautiful eyes, fleeting like an illusion, before returning to a quiet gaze. Yamamura Shizuko breathed heavily, awaiting Hu Yan's final judgment.

Brushing aside Shizuko's hair, which was second only to Yamamura Sadako's in length, Hu Yan gently stroked her cheek, exhaling a breath of pent-up anger. Then, he lecherously kissed Shizuko's neck, wildly kissing and licking it. "Shizuko, you bitch, remember I raped you."

A cunning smile appeared on Shizuko's lips. After looking at Hu Yan with a complicated expression for a while, she suddenly leaned closer to him, her eyes sparkling with sincerity as she said, "My good son-in-law, you're so stupid!"

"Hey! I said it was rape! You should at least scream! I'm a very wicked master!"

Hu Yan turned his face away, quickly propped up Shizuko, and forcefully thrust into her lonely, wet hole. Simultaneously, Hu Yan kissed Shizuko's lips, capturing her talking, red tongue and sucking and playing with it.

Shizuko Yamamura gave a reproachful hum, then responded to Hu Yan's passion with a flirtatious and unrestrained manner. Her abundant vaginal fluids acted as lubricant, and she cried out, urging Hu Yan to go faster. "So good... all the way in... umm... I'm going to be pierced... faster... eeeeeeeeeeee!"

"Oh, so tight! Not at all like someone who just learned adultery with a married woman."

Hu Yan slammed heavily into Shizuko Yamamura's abdomen, sending her flying onto the wooden floor, before thrusting into her soft anus. "I'll make you even more lewd, so you won't just moan and not speak anymore!" With a final, forceful thrust, Hu Yan ejaculated into Shizuko Yamamura's anus.

But this time, Shizuko Yamamura, who should have already succumbed to the pain and fainted, strangely maintained absolute rationality and clarity, even though countless orgasms had already shattered her body into a pulp. "Master...Master—"

Yamamura Shizuko offered up her plump, swollen peaches, her towering breasts limply touching her, lingering between heaven and hell at the peak of orgasm, leaving her utterly exhausted. Yet, a certain force within the Ring Realm supported her as she spoke: "When you fall in love with someone you shouldn't, but can't let go...please throw your pain to the world. When the world is destroyed, we can stay together forever."

"Shizuko? Sadako? You're that Yamamura Sadako! Could it be..."

"I think so for now! Women in love become stupid...you like debauchery so much, then let's have some fun! Heaven, infatuation. Earth, ten thousand beds. Bewitching lewdness . "

********** ... As the second hour approached, Zhang Zhenwen, her face grim, gritted her teeth and brandished her magic sword. She chanted the Seven Steps to Heaven incantation, "I rid the world of all calamities, transforming into a ghost king in the mortal realm, sixteen feet tall, with a square face, copper teeth and iron fangs, wielding a millstone and a cauldron of boiling water, stirring thunder and lightning to restore heavenly light… So be it!" The next moment, in the human's vision, the environment surrounding the altar was instantly inverted. Countless terrifying screams and shouts of battle erupted. The beautiful celestial master, now a towering ghost king, fearlessly charged forward through the illusion, breaking down one world after another, like a revolving lantern, that hindered her search for Hu Yan. The sun and moon lost their light, and the heavens and earth trembled. All the immense pressure was crushed within the well. Trapped in an infinite, illusory microcosm, Zhang Zhenwen chanted one spell after another: "...I contain the Qi of Heaven and Earth to poison and kill the ghosts, I curse gold to melt away, I curse wood to break, I curse water to dry up, I curse fire to extinguish, I curse mountains to collapse, I curse stones to crack, I curse gods to bind themselves, I curse ghosts to commit suicide, I curse prayers to end themselves, I curse paralysis to resolve itself, I curse poison to dissipate, I curse curses to vanish. The Heavenly Master's divine incantation arrives, do not contradict it, hurry a thousand miles, hurry as—" "Heavenly Master!" A standard anxious soprano voice cried out. Zhang Zhenwen's divine incantation was almost complete, but someone's call disrupted the plan, forcing her to dispel her magic power in frustration and withdraw her divine sense, which had been mostly depleted in the process of breaking through the infinite world. Unexpected events are fate, and unless it is a matter of life and death, Zhang Zhenwen, as a Heavenly Master, would not defy the heavens. A beautiful woman stumbled and ran from afar, eager to heal the female patient being held by the Celestial Master. However, she was blocked by the sand and gravel kicked up by Zhang Zhenwen's magic sword. "Didn't I say that no one is allowed to interfere with my rituals? She has already taken the weapon talisman. As long as she continues to take the spiritual liquid for seven days, her crippled body will heal itself... Who are you? Without my talisman, how did you get past my formation?" Halfway through her sentence, Zhang Zhenwen's eyebrows furrowed, and she unleashed a palm lightning bolt with spectacular sound and light effects. "Boom!" The beautiful woman was startled and threw the woman she was holding as a human shield. She leaped and dodged dozens of meters, stopping only when she felt it was safe. She gripped the samurai sword at her waist, ready to draw it. But when she turned her head and saw Zhang Zhenwen's smiling eyes and the patient being pulled closer to her feet by the lightning rune, her face immediately turned ashamed and regretful for her lack of experience. To bolster her own arrogance, the young woman feigned disdain, glancing sideways and saying, "Did you cripple the Flying Sword Style?" Zhang Zhenwen loosened her grip on the sword, manipulating it to spin a few times in the air before unleashing a sharp sword aura that locked onto the woman. She confidently smiled, "Oh? That's a name, isn't it? But those overconfident ants are unimportant. Do you really expect me to use my soul-searching technique before you'll tell me how you discovered my presence?" "You—" The woman hastily retreated a few steps, realizing the beautiful celestial master's sword was ever-present, and abandoned her futile attempts to dodge. Zhang Zhenwen's actions had shown her what true Flying Sword Style should look like, diminishing her desire to avenge the Flying Sword Style. After all, it wasn't uncommon for sects to disappear due to their reputation's tarnished status. To avoid being crippled by the astonishingly capable Zhang Zhenwen, and also to be able to return and settle scores with her useless boyfriend who had wronged her, she decided to stop. The horrified samurai beauty honestly confessed, "I walked in directly through the main gate. Yesterday, Blood Shadow sent the location of your appearance to all the major lineages. The elders of the Yagami family, whose Eight-Foot Magatama was stolen, all came out, vowing that the three sacred treasure families would unite to tear you to pieces. The Shinguji family and the Kanzaki family also want revenge for the destroyed Tohno family..." Hearing the names of nearly a hundred forces seeking revenge, and nearly a thousand second- and third-rate forces joining in the fun, the confident and composed Celestial Master couldn't help but touch her delicate nose, her face glowing like a rosy cloud. Perhaps, maybe, possibly, I should... I've made enemies of all of Japan. Zhang Zhenwen, overjoyed, threw out eight yellow towels. "Then you shouldn't have come in! I also set up the Jia Wood Xu Earth Formation at the front gate, connecting to the Five Elements Demon-Slaying Formation on the main road, which should be more powerful than the Small Heavenly Star Banner Formation I set up in the forest!"

Finding the woman before him completely bewildered and unable to understand, Zhang Zhenwen used a spell to immobilize her, then moved her to a corner of the illusionary array, saying, "You stay obediently to the side, and I'll explain everything to you after I capture those rats."

"Yellow Turban Warriors! Set up the Ten Thousand Mile Yellow Sand Array!"

A gust of wind swept through, and the cloth Zhang Zhenwen had thrown aside instantly transformed into a towering, imposing man, ten feet tall, with the strength of a thousand pounds, wearing a square turban. These eight powerful figures, standing in all directions, stepped forward in unison. A flash of yellow light, and the scene around them abruptly changed. Endless talismanic arrays surged and formed a Sumeru Illusionary Killing Array a hundred meters in front of the Celestial Master… "Four more small fry escaped, but my array base and core shouldn't have been destroyed! It's a pity I can't leave the altar now, otherwise I would have personally activated the array…"

The Celestial Master was both his strength and his weakness. In her past life, as the unprecedented female successor of the Celestial Masters, Zhang Zhenwen always acted with impeccable discipline and adhered strictly to social etiquette, never deviating from the expected path due to the critical gaze of cultivators. She diligently followed the ancestral teachings of her sect throughout her life, only to be betrayed and killed by a centuries-old corpse monster. This deeply frustrated the Celestial Master, who always prioritized bringing glory to her lineage…

This battle against the Japanese cultivators was unlike any other demon-slaying expedition. Having grown up hearing stories from elders about the Japanese invasion of China, the suffering of the Daoist sect, and the loss of their classic texts, Zhang Zhenwen found a new outlet for her righteous anger. Traveling back in time to kill her ancestors' sworn enemies was far more satisfying than dealing with insignificant demons and monsters! Zhang Zhenwen resolved to use her most prized thunder magic to obliterate the Japanese soldiers, ensuring their eternal damnation, so that her mind could be clear, her cultivation would increase dramatically, and she could then save Hu Yan.

Zhang Zhenwen waited calmly for half an hour, and when she saw that the female warrior in the illusion array had been forced to stick out her tongue and take off her clothes by the mysterious illusion array, she couldn't help but smile. With a gentle wave of her right arm, she lowered the malevolent aura within the sandstorm, allowing the four old men trapped in the vast sandstorm to see her true form. They clicked their tongues in admiration, saying, "Old men, you've all lived to a ripe old age. You must have participated in those despicable activities back then, otherwise you wouldn't have ended up dressed like this, trying to imitate a tiger but ending up like dogs. Now that I've come to Japan, it's time for you to pay the price! Running a marathon is too tiring! It would be much better to be buried alive by a sandstorm! Land prices in Japan are so high; I'll help you get a free burial—that's immeasurable merit!"

"Master of the Daoist sect! You spared our lives because you have questions to ask, and we will answer them without reservation. How could someone with profound roots and high moral character like you play tricks on us like this?"

One of the four, a strong and lean old man, rolled over like a donkey and spoke first, trying to provoke them. Although Zhang Zhenwen saw them all spinning in circles, the old men saw them struggling to walk in the Black Wind Desert, where a single step could mean being buried alive. The long-browed old man, barely clinging to life, was the best proof of this.

"What right do you, a smooth talker, have to speak to me? How many predecessors believed your lies and suffered unjust accusations in the world? How many good people were forced to commit heinous acts because you threatened their families' lives? The elders of various sects have long advised that if you encounter Japanese devils, slaughter them all. Let the blood of the Japanese flow like rivers and the bones pile up on Mount Bai before we can avenge them. Exterminate their entire clan, and the blood feud will be resolved. If it weren't for the fact that the Japanese invaders wanted to become slaves when I came down from the mountain, I would have already taken up my sword and executed that forbidden curse of annihilation."

"Kameda, shut up! With such a cruel and bloodthirsty little bitch, ah—"

Before the old man, whose face was as ferocious as a vengeful ghost, could finish speaking, he was already being ground down by the ten thousand feet of yellow sand in Zhang Zhenwen's formation. The yellow sand, stained with blood, ground him into a skeleton in a few moments, and then he was buried in the sand, leaving no trace of his body.

“There are too many bastards I need to kill right now. Yesterday I happened to see the filthy Blood Demon Technique, so I’ve decided to use you to refine the unorthodox Seven Fiends Merit Qi.”

As she spoke, Zhang Zhenwen smiled wickedly and drew a golden-red aura from the yellow sand array. With a stomp of her foot, a coffin rose from a short distance away and was thrown inside. “Blood debts must be repaid in blood—”

A distant, empty, ghostly shriek echoed, and the demon hunter girl, who had died unjustly at the hands of Blood Shadow, crawled out of the coffin.

“You’ll have to retrieve the remaining six Fiends Qi yourself. Whether you can avenge yourself, mend your heart, and earn merit for reincarnation depends on yourself.”

Zhang Zhenwen opened a path for the demon hunter girl, allowing her to join the battle in the yellow sand array that had calmed the sandstorm.

The lean old man, carrying the white-browed old man and the bald old man, exchanged a glance, forcing a smile that was more like a grimace. He weakly raised his arm and said, "Ghostly Corpse Refining? You're a demon! You're not on the righteous path."

"You can't say that," the old man replied. "We cultivators must not judge others by our own standards. We must not presume to define good and evil. Know that the three thousand great paths and eight hundred unorthodox ones all have their wonders. Self-righteousness is the root of all evil.

To help others achieve their goals and fulfill their wishes, to kill you is—to refuse a toast only to drink a forfeit! Kill!" With the aid of Zhang Zhenwen's Yellow Sand Formation, the demon hunter girl's slaughter quickly ceased. Zhang Zhenwen waved for the girl who had obtained four evil spirits to advance and lie in ambush by the roadside. She sneered at another female intruder, "Indeed, the superior man, upon hearing the Way, diligently practices it; the average man, upon hearing the Way, is half-convinced, half-doubtful; the inferior man, upon hearing the Way, laughs loudly at it. If he did not laugh, it would not be the Way. Those who have the opportunity but not the person will fail; those who have the person but not the Way will fail."

*Bang!* Zhang Zhenwen raised her hand and pointed, unleashing a sharp attack that sent the Japanese woman arguing before her into a frenzy. She casually tossed the woman into the illusion array beside her, placing her alongside the previous female warrior. The Celestial Master looked around, a hint of embarrassment on his face. He took a small sip of essence. "The fifty-eighth one. Are they all coming to their deaths to exhaust my magic power?"

With noon approaching, and his fourth attempt to summon Hu Yan to destroy the ghost failing, the Celestial Master finally lost his patience. After a quick calculation, Yin Ya gritted her teeth. "We should have gotten rid of her sooner. This woman doesn't even care about her own life."

Zhang Zhenwen then made a hand seal and shouted, "That guy surnamed Murong, bring your henchmen! You idiot, come with Ah Xue right now, with the one-time talisman I gave you!"

"Is it Ah Xue?"

Hu Xue, full of questions, skipped and hopped around as soon as she stepped outside.

"Master, come out! Daddy, hurry up! Do you still want me to carry you?"

Gao Yewu, unaware of the situation, thought she had finally made it through and dragged the old monk out. Little did she know that Hu Yan hadn't even left the Ring Realm. Longing, wanting to fuck! It was all her own fantasy.

"Wu! Follow her step by step, one wrong step and you'll definitely get lost and die! We should have prepared a rope to tie around her waist so she could follow along with the Eastern Land's formation."

The old monk said regretfully, his eyes fixed on Ah Xue's little feet. Anyone who didn't know better would think he was a foot fetishist, a heartless lecherous monk!

Murong Yanran glared at Zhang Jiayi with eyes blazing with anger. "What stupid thing have you done now?"

Zhang Jiayi smiled slightly, released the safety, and handed over her pistol. "Sister Yanran, I'll always be with you. Let's go see how it ends! We can't be together in life, but we'll be buried together in death."

"Okay! Okay! Okay!"

Murong Yanran said "okay" three times, without taking the pistol, and turned to follow Gao Yewu.

Zhang Jiayi turned the muzzle of her pistol, threateningly saying, "If you don't want to die now, stay by Sister Yanran's side."

With the two trembling newcomers, Zhang Jiayi walked at the end of the group. Speaking of Zhang Jiayi, she was incredibly audacious. To witness Hu Yan's demise, she risked her life to follow Zhang Zhenwen, who intended to tear her to pieces. Her relentless pursuit of a perfect lesbian relationship, even at the cost of harming others and herself, was truly admirable!

Half an hour later, Hu Xue, who had been wandering aimlessly, brought everyone to Zhang Zhenwen. Along the way, two ninjas and samurai who had tried to ambush her were taken down by Zhang Jiayi with pistols and short swords. Three Yin-Yang Masters were bewitched by Murong Yanran, who wandered aimlessly into some kind of formation. Two martial artists and a treacherous disciple had their heads smashed by Ah Xue's air hammer, and seven high monks were led astray by a shameless old monk. It

was a thrilling and dangerous journey, but they escaped unscathed. Murong Yanran realized she had the right to speak to Zhang Zhenwen as an equal. With her powerful queenly aura unleashed, she arrogantly declared, "She can be used as cannon fodder. Throw her far away so she won't affect Ah Yan."

Murong Yanran sensed the hidden power within her body. The powerful enemies and the arrogant Celestial Master Zhang Zhenwen she had faced along the way could be easily annihilated by the power within her.

"Oh? You want to use your illusion magic! That kind of power is indeed quite strong against mortals. However, those who oppose me, you can't bewitch; they are no match for me! With a strong will and unwavering resolve, your illusion magic will be ineffective." "Hmph, illusion magic!"

Murong Yanran glanced at her contemptuously. Zhang Zhenwen, on the altar by the well, raised her hand as if to cast a spell, but Ah Xue quickly ran over, blocking the two, feigning a pitiful look with tears in her eyes, and said, "Sister Murong, Sister Wenwen, even if you don't care about Ah Xue's feelings, at least for Brother Yan's sake, don't fight amongst yourselves at this crucial moment! Otherwise, if something happens to Brother Yan… ptooey, ptooey, ptooey!"

Ah Xue's words, stopping short of causing a scene, successfully deterred the Queen and the Celestial Master from attacking.

"That's true, I won't bother arguing with mortals like you. I almost wasted my energy and spiritual power on you. You two stay in the defensive formation on the left, I still have many Japanese devils to kill!"

Hu Xue, carrying the blood-dripping air hammer, smiled innocently and cutely. "Ah Xue, come help too! Sister Wenwen, be careful not to lose Brother Yan!"

"Dad, you help too!"

Gao Yewu said fiercely, relying on her father's influence.

Girls are outgoing, alas! Alas! The old monk, who had just lied to someone because of Gao Yewu, smiled bitterly and chanted a Buddhist prayer. "Amitabha!"

It seemed that the old monk had been chanting about Buddha more these past few days than in the past month.

Zhang Zhenwen couldn't see through Ah Xue's cultivation level, but the old monk seemed too weak in Zhang Zhenwen's eyes. On the surface, if they really went to the battlefield, let alone help each other, they would be lucky not to lose their lives. However, when Hu Xue, whom she had always liked, brought up Hu Yan's safety, Zhang Zhenwen's heart immediately jumped. "My husband is in a bit of trouble! Let me do a calculation for him." She

skillfully closed her eyes and calculated for a moment, her face turning red and then white. Thinking to herself, "Hmph! A real man has to be ruthless to himself! If you can ejaculate, I'll let you ejaculate as much as you want. If you still can't be faithful after that, I'll stop caring about you, you idiot!"

For Hu Yan's sake, Murong Yanran lowered her face and shamelessly asked, "How is Ah Yan doing?"

The Celestial Master, whose anger had nowhere to go, sneered, "As long as the amount of semen he ejaculates doesn't exceed one yuan, the Purple Gold Talisman won't break. My husband's illusory essence will eventually bring all the dead back to the mortal realm. Asakawa Reiko can be resurrected with her physical body. Takano Masako and the ghost Yamamura Sadako will exist as ghosts, then absorb the spiritual energy of the women in that illusion array and be reborn. The witch Yamamura Sadako who died in the well might be resurrected with her husband's essence." "Don't change the subject, I'm asking about Ah Yan, I don't care about the lives of the others!"

"My husband has arrived in a small world beyond our reach, a world that exists on the edge of the mortal realm and the underworld. It allows souls to regain physical form and be reborn, to lose themselves and deduce the past and future of this world, and to feed back cause and effect to it... My husband is now in a state of confusion and near loss of self-awareness, which may make it easier for him to complete his mission. Even though he didn't fulfill the wishes of the ghosts and separate the three Sadakos from the world, he carries the magical artifact I gave him. After seven days, it will automatically kill the three souls that serve as the node markers, pierce through the barrier of that world, and return to protect his soul. So, as long as the well containing my husband's body is not destroyed, and my husband's connection with Sadako is not interrupted by accident, he will be able to reunite with his soul and body in six days at most and return to our side. The food is all prepared. Now, please move to the defensive array over there. If that idiot comes back and finds that a few of you are missing, he will blame me!"

Zhang Zhenwen spent a lot of time describing the ring world that Hu Yan had arrived in. During this time, she used

the "Scattering Beans to Create Soldiers" technique, only to be furious to discover that the soybeans were all cooked. Needless to say, the culprit was Murong Yanran, who was cooking. Zhang Zhenwen, looking pale, was persuaded by A Xue to expend a great deal of magical power to use the Daoist technique "Thunderous Might" to annihilate the arrogant Japanese puppeteer. She replenished herself with fresh spiritual liquid squeezed by A Xue in the shade. The Celestial Master, with a forced smile, angrily said to Murong Yanran, "There's a difference between immortals and mortals, do you understand now? Your little tricks are no match for me, destined to become a Celestial Immortal!"

"Who caused all this trouble?"

Murong Yanran asked, pinpointing Zhang Jiayi's weakness, looking at her wandering outside the formation.

It turned out that just before Murong Yanran was about to make her move, she had a strong premonition of death.

Murong Yanran believed her intuition was wrong. Could it be that the strong die, while the weak live? The world has always been ruled by the strong. Murong Yanran, whose rationality outweighed her emotions, instantly dismissed the warning that had risen in her heart.

A silver light appeared from Murong Yanran's palm, and with a "boom," countless sealed memories resurfaced in Murong Yanran's mind...

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At 4:00 PM on September 20, 1956, in the Ring Realm, on Izu Oshima Island, thanks to the Ring Realm's bizarre time difference, Hu Yan and Yamamura Shizuko spent seven days together. During these seven days, Yamamura Shizuko's heart was filled with joy, and their feelings for each other naturally heated up rapidly, rising from pure lust to passionate incest.

Hu Yan's large hand held Yamamura Shizuko's buttocks, erotically kneading her rounded breasts, his long penis rubbing against her honeyed spot. "Shizuko, let's do it again in the hallway!"

Hu Yan inhaled Shizuko's rising body temperature, forcing her to retreat continuously, her face flushed as she leaned against the wall.

"Masako's about to get out of school! This time...this time I'll mop the floor...um!"

As if making a huge decision, Yamamura Shizuko's red lips trembled slightly as she uttered half a sentence, her beautiful buttocks slowly moving backward. Hu Yan, however, glared at her with a lustful gaze that seemed almost tangible. With nowhere to retreat, Yamamura Shizuko froze, her body trembling with excitement. A plea of pleasure escaped her lips as she spasmed, soaking a large area of the floor. Her eyes, filled with seductive allure, leaned against Hu Yan, her knees slightly bent, the water stains hidden beneath her kimono skirt. She pleaded, "Master, don't look at Shizuko—"

Hu Yan feigned ignorance, saying, "Are you feeling good? Don't look, you want me to do it, right? Is this how you comfort your mother-in-law?"

He thrust his dragon forward, its length brushing against the hem of Yamamura Shizuko's kimono sleeves, his lewd dragon instantly... Hu Yan's gaze swept over Shizuko Yamamura's body, his eyes lingering on her other hand, which was resting on her chest. "If you want to do it with me, say something nice for me." In an instant, Shizuko Yamamura's

face turned bright red, her eyes overflowing with blatant lust. Her breathing became heavy as she used her slender fingers to manipulate the wicked dragon... The power of lust is indeed effective, but why is my memory like looking at flowers through a fog?

"Please, good son-in-law! Use that hot dragon spear to insert into Shizuko... Fuck me!... Fuck me inside... Please... Fuck me!"

Under the stimulation of Hu Yan's lustful thoughts, Shizuko Yamamura trembled with excitement, transforming into a wanton woman, impatiently guiding the dragon into her dripping peach.

Faced with Hu Yan's powerful dragon and wicked temptation, Yamamura Shizuko finally succumbed to her madness and engaged in a passionate, unrestrained affair with him, venting the burning passion that consumed her to the core.

Hu Yan took the large, brown nipple in Yamamura Shizuko's mouth, sucking, entwining, and gently biting it… allowing Yamamura Shizuko to enjoy a moment of the woman-on-top riding position that women love. He smoothed her sweat-dampened, sticky hair from her forehead and spoke from the bottom of his heart to the nearly frenzied slut in his arms, "Shizuko, don't get any funny ideas! Masako and I just get along well. I tutor her; I have no other intentions. I've fucked you and Sadako, and I definitely won't mess around with Masako. If I didn't have you, I would have longed for twin sisters, but with you, I don't want to commit incest again."

After speaking, Hu Yan began his main theme. Hu Yan always practiced male-on-top penetration, only indulging Shizuko's brief moments of retaliation due to his guilt over incest.

"Masako can talk... I'm so happy... Mmm... So good, it's hitting the G-spot again... Master is standing up... The wall! The wall is holding... Eeya... Fuck! Fuck Shizuko to death! So beautiful, I won't say... Oh... I want... Waaah."

These past few days, Shizuko's fair face had almost always been flushed, and like Hu Yan, she experienced intermittent amnesia, her reason blurred. The only thing clear was the image of their constant, frenzied lovemaking in her mind. Whenever she thought of Hu Yan's master-slave relationship with his daughter, Sadako, and her own shameless and immoral behavior, Shizuko reached another climax. If she could do it with Masako and Sadako, calling them "Mommy" and "Master," life would be perfect! Huh? Have I become so perverted?

To stop Yamamura Shizuko from having wild thoughts, Hu Yan lifted her curving body and rotated her once on his penis. Then, he stood up, still manipulating her, and pushed her onto the stairs of the attic. Hu Yan's warm, lustful hands circled and pressed lightly on Shizuko's abdomen, which was constantly bulging in the shape of his penis, guiding her through her vagina to suppress the inexplicable evil stirrings within her, making her feel mindless, hot, and blissful.

"Don't think about anything... give yourself to me... Shizuko, be even more lewd! Just be happy... Shizuko!"

Hu Yan kept repeating Yamamura Shizuko's name, as if this kind of manipulation could deceive himself, temporarily forgetting her status as Shizuko's mother-in-law, and dispelling the fear that often gripped his heart. Several times a day, as they made love, Hu Yan would feel that Yamamura Shizuko was strangely different, as if she had become a different person. Endless resentment would sweep over his body at those times, tormenting his mind.

Shizuko! Shizuko! Yamamura Shizuko! Her name was inextricably etched into her memory amidst the pleasure. Suddenly, Yamamura Shizuko's eyes glowed red. Her beautiful hand, reaching for her full breasts, waved in front of Hu Yan's forehead. "Sadako...Sadako! Ahhh!"

Hu Yan's will halted the instant Yamamura Shizuko raised her hand, but his body still slammed into Shizuko's forbidden zone, penetrating through all obstacles and deeply inserting into her tight passage. The crisis management erupted once more, causing Shizuko's body to collapse as if struck by a powerful, forceful attack. This forced Yamamura Shizuko to gush fragrant white peach juice from her two pitifully swollen, red peach-like labia.

"Ah—"

A surging moan, a mixture of joyful hymns and mournful requiems, burst from both Yamamura Shizuko and Hu Yan's gaping mouths, as they slid onto the wooden floor, panting heavily in a daze.

Master, I will succeed eventually. Here I have unlimited time. (Laughs) The mirror behind Hu Yan's head revealed a grotesque face, a mixture of crying and laughing, its pupils reflecting a man and woman in a 69-style sexual position…

At the same time, a slight ripple appeared in the silent space of the attic, and streamers of ribbons, like wisps of smoke, converged and intertwined to form a double helix structure resembling the human genome. In an instant, the slowly flowing, dim light brightened, and a girl of about seven or eight years old, with long hair trailing on the ground, replaced the ribbons. A series of data streams flashed through the girl's innocent eyes, loading the woven memories of the fetal demon Yamamura Sadako, also known as Takano Masako. "Master loves... Sadako resents... Death from exhaustion—Masako."

"Drumroll!" Hearing the commotion below the attic, Takano Masako, barefoot, climbed to the opening of the wooden stairs and looked down. She saw Hu Yan, who had regained consciousness, lying on top of Yamamura Shizuko. He was obediently using his palm to massage Yamamura Shizuko's semen-covered lower abdomen. Yamamura Shizuko, with her eyes closed, was enjoying the sensation of her breasts being rubbed, savoring the warm, wet feeling of her semen after her orgasm.

Watching Hu Yan lying on his side, comforting Yamamura Shizuko with his seemingly magical hands, a flame of anger suddenly ignited in Takano Masako's young eyes. Hearing her mother's continued, uncontrollable moans, and watching her mother's shameless, wanton pleas for pleasure, a strange pleasure stirred within Takano Masako. *The bitch wants to eat, Master's things are mine.* Takano Masako felt a burning heat all over her body, her little head fixed on Hu Yan's thrusting movements.

Suddenly, Takano Masako pressed herself against the floor, her nipples itching intensely, hardening and erect on their own. Then, a strange itch arose in her vagina beneath her skirt. Takano Masako placed her finger on her genitals, strangely yet familiarly parting the tightly closed vulva. Her little finger hooked and gently kneaded the tender red clitoris, thrusting in and out of the constantly flowing, moist opening. Why was this happening? She wanted… she wanted her master's dragon! Takano Masako's confused mind was filled with incomprehensible desires. Her tender red lips parted slightly, and a drool of fantasies inadvertently dripped from the corner of her mouth. Unconsciously, the crotch area of her white dress was completely soaked with the refreshing, cooling spring water.

"Drip!"

A drop of saliva from Masako Takano landed on Shizuko Yamamura's forehead. The limp Shizuko clearly saw Masako's pretty face, which seemed to want to say something but held back. Then, a flash of dark light swept across the other end of the stairs, and Masako shyly scurried away. Shizuko, who had been moaning in spring, immediately laughed, her peach pit hardening instantly, emitting an even louder, more joyful moan.

A quarter of an hour later, Shizuko Yamamura, humming a seductive melody, released her pent-up lust, no longer able to engage in the primal battle. Her steps seemed to deliberately falter, and her entire body slumped limply into Hu Yan's warm, strong arms. Her mature, alluring face flushed crimson, and she pouted seductively, saying, "Master, it's time for your mother-in-law to make dinner. After dinner, you still have to tutor Masako!"

"Okay! Strange, why can't I remember what lesson I had with Masako? Uh! Why am I sticking it there again! Shizuko, I'll have to carry you to the kitchen again this time. I hope I can pull it out smoothly, otherwise you'll be eating my fried rice again!"

"It's alright, Master. Shizuko has water, as long as you don't burn the egg, Shizuko has enough water to make soup... Mmm... Ahhh!"

Afterwards, Yamamura Shizuko and Hu Yan happily went downstairs to the kitchen to cook. After it was done, Hu Yan's face twitched as he called Takano Masago downstairs to eat. At the dinner table, Hu Yan ate the unsoaked ham, chatting casually with Yamamura Shizuko and Takano Masago about various topics. Yamamura Shizuko talked about everyday matters and hobbies, occasionally telling a couple of risqué jokes to tease Hu Yan. Takano Masago, on the other hand, kept her head down, completely ignoring Yamamura Shizuko's words, engaging in strange, incoherent exchanges with Hu Yan, pickily eating the white rice and green egg fried rice that Hu Yan, the chef, had added to, without drinking a drop of the seaweed soup with a thick layer of oil that Yamamura Shizuko had made.

After the meal, Shizuko Yamamura, who was kneeling, bowed to Hu Yan and tidied up the half-eaten seaweed soup and bowls. "Yan-kun, I'm entrusting Masako to your instruction!"

"Yes, Masako, you go upstairs first, the teacher will be here soon!"

Hu Yan said and quickly shut his mouth.

Because of Masako Takano's humble manner, like Kong Rong offering a pear, Hu Yan ate a mouthful of the soup they had helped prepare. His stomach was churning, and he kept spitting out steaming hot fumes...

Afterwards, Hu Yan went to the restroom. He returned pale and unsteady, and went up to the attic where Masako Takano was. Drinking the bitter tea that Shizuko Yamamura gently offered, Hu Yan began to teach Masako Takano. The only thing he could understand was elementary school math... thankfully, Arabic numerals are universal. I can only understand "a dish," "yamete," and "oh do" in this gibberish...

The long hour of lecture flew by. Hu Yan's throat was parched from talking, and Takano Masako was also getting sleepy.

She forced her heavy eyelids open, drowsily tossed aside the pen in her right hand, pressed it against Hu Yan's chest as he tutored her from behind, and said in a barely audible voice, "Master...can I hold Masako?"

"...Yes, very good. This question..."

Hu Yan habitually replied, not realizing what Masako meant and preparing to answer. Unexpectedly, Masako fell straight down, her small hand sliding down and grabbing the hidden dragon, her head unfortunately resting on its body, encountering the dragon's head-raising phenomenon that always seemed to occur on time. Then, under Hu Yan's watchful gaze, whose forehead was constantly radiating smudges, Masako, with her head nodding peacefully as the warm dragon supported her, drifted off to sleep.

Hu Yan's lips twitched as he looked at the girl holding his massive member. His lust was instantly aroused by Takano Masago's innocent sleeping face. For some reason, Hu Yan felt that Takano Masago should be short-haired and mature, not the shy, withdrawn girl he was seeing now. Suddenly, a tingling sensation shot up from the base of his penis, making Hu Yan feel ashamed and embarrassed, his pants becoming soaked with semen. This also dispelled his lustful thoughts and desires.

Quietly holding Takano Masago's upper body, Hu Yan felt a surge of pity. So he lay back in the chair, letting Takano Masago's tongue gently dart out, playfully licking the white semen that had seeped into his pants.

Time flew by, and the moon rose high in the sky once more. Bang! Hu Yan's body crashed heavily to the ground! A strange, cool, tingling sensation invaded the back of his neck. Hu Yan, half-asleep, protected Takano Masako as they collapsed. His erect penis, protruding from his pants, slapped and swayed... Uh, it seems like this happens quite often lately...

"Sadako, watch carefully. Sadako will teach you the position that allows my pussy to connect with Master's penis to the maximum extent! This position is very tiring to maintain, especially when Master thrusts me into the sky, you have to maintain a slight distance!... The penis can separate from the pussy, but when it falls, you must use your pussy to bite the penis again, using the woman's weight to let the penis penetrate the deepest part of the pussy... Don't get lost in the ultimate orgasm of penetrating the uterus, you must continue to stand up and sit down before the pleasure of the penis subsides, at the very least you must move back and forth, up and down..."

Yamamura Shizuko knelt on Hu Yan, Hu Yan's penis, under the thrusting of her excitedly twisting, slender waist, constantly penetrated her wet, hot peach. Hu Yan's waist rubbed against the sensitive flesh of her inner thighs, constantly arousing her trembling buttocks. The slapping of her taut, glistening buttocks against Hu Yan's lower abdomen echoed her undulating moans. Yamamura Shizuko's body was a tangible demonstration of the essence of riding.

Her eyes flashed with a rapid stream of data as she laughed lasciviously, "Hehe, does Sadako want to play? Let him die from exhaustion, the world will be a better place."

In that instant, Shizuko's lower abdomen pressed tightly against Hu Yan's, their bodies intertwined, yet she didn't immediately push him up by his chest.

"I...don't...love Master...bitch...so deep...Master's penetration is so deep. I want Master to die from exhaustion..." Takano Masako was momentarily lost in thought, then, inhaling the scent of Yamamura Shizuko's fluids and sweat, she immediately succumbed to the predetermined lewdness of the demonic Yamamura Sadako. A lewd smile played on her delicate face as she reached for Hu Yan's enormous, engorged member, glistening with semen.

However, this time, Yamamura Sadako underestimated the unconscious Hu Yan. In the instant she forcibly controlled Takano Masagoko's remnant soul, causing her body to temporarily cease its thrusting, Hu Yan, driven by lust, suddenly unleashed a powerful surge of lewd desire. His materialized lewd tentacles slammed into Yamamura Sadako's mouth and anus, the massive, thick tentacles violently thrusting her upwards, manipulating every possible opening in her body. He then ejaculated into her anus, just as he had done for the past seven days, driving away and shattering Yamamura Sadako's will.

Simultaneously, Takano Masagoko, who had reached out to grasp the lewd tentacles, was also sprayed with the hot, scalding semen, regaining her senses. Takano Masagoko instinctively opened her mouth, her hand, which had been slowly kneading and manipulating the tentacles, suddenly found itself empty. It turned out that Hu Yan's instinctive lust had spread out into basic and pure lust, amplifying its power and causing Takano Masako's blood to boil, resulting in wanton moans that filled the room with the sounds of passion.

"Masako? How did I get here! Has Master conquered me? If you want, you can secretly lick it... ah... then hurry up and go to sleep."

Although Yamamura Shizuko's body was weak and powerless, she still selfishly wanted to stuff Hu Yan's huge dragon into her private parts, glaring at Takano Masako with a fierce look and a barrage of threats. Yamamura Shizuko, her body numb and sore, wanted to possess this object of her pleasure forever.

Takano Masako, who was always timid in front of Yamamura Shizuko, whispered, "No...no!"

As she spoke, Takano Masako boldly crawled over, and to Yamamura Shizuko's astonishment, pulled down Hu Yan's loose pants. She kissed and sucked out Hu Yan's thick, long dragon, as strong as a forearm. Her cherry-like mouth unhesitatingly took Hu Yan's egg-sized, purplish-red dragon head into her mouth, sucking the dragon root, which was full of Yamamura Shizuko's pungent scent, clean.

"Wow...Master has gotten bigger again! Hmph, you little slut, so you like being fucked by your master just like Sadako!"

A strange jealousy rose in Yamamura Shizuko's heart. She laughed like a lewd mother-in-law, took off her bra and clothes, and with the strength of an adult, dragged Takano Masako, who was about to be deeply throated, behind her. She forcefully occupied Hu Yan's recently cleaned dragon territory with her pubic hair.

Then, ignoring Takano Masako's struggles, Yamamura Shizuko happily twisted her hips and ground her dragon spear. He pinched Masako's cheeks, pried open her lips, and let his warm, motherly tongue invade. He greedily kissed Masako, sucking on her light, fragrant saliva and soft, seductive tongue.

"Ugh... um... ah! It's... mine!"

Masako ultimately couldn't compete with Shizuko's seductive tongue, letting Shizuko take every last drop of semen from her mouth.

Shizuko licked Masako's lips seductively again, angrily saying, "If you want Master's semen, you must earn it yourself. Masako can't steal the fruits of Mom and Sister's hard work."

Then, with a seductive allure, she said to Masako, "If you can excite and satisfy Mom, when Mom climaxes, I'll give you Master's big dragon!"

"You can't lie to Masako!"

Masako looked at Shizuko's aggrieved dragon root sitting beneath her, staring at Hu Yan's bubbly, intoxicated sleeping face, gritted her teeth, and finally made up her mind.

Shizuko Yamamura, beads of sweat glistening on her forehead, lewdly ordered, "Alright, first pull up your skirt, hold it in your teeth, and let Mom see if your pubic hair has grown in yet!"

"Like this?"

Shouldn't I be ashamed? But why do I feel so happy? Masako Takano felt conflicted, but her hands naturally fell down, trembling as she untied the belt at her waist, lifted her white skirt, slightly opened her mouth, and held it in her mouth, her breathing heavy as she exposed her lower body.

Shizuko Yamamura's large breasts swayed wildly as she gazed at Masako Takano's beautiful face, her flawless white mons pubis, and her tender vulva glistening with honey-like fluid. She couldn't help but chuckle awkwardly, saying, "Haha, Mom knew Masako was just like Sadako, a wanton little slut! I noticed your skirt was a strange color when we were eating, but I never imagined you'd become so wanton as to not wear underwear and drool at the sight of a penis. Now, take off all your clothes, kneel down, and moan and masturbate in front of your master's face."

"Hurry up!"

Masako Takano was clearly impatient. As soon as Shizuko finished speaking, she pulled off her clothes, her tightly closed legs bending forward rapidly, her hands and knees moving quickly up and down and back and forth. Her smooth, jade-like back glistened with fine sweat, exuding an alluring feminine fragrance, as she crawled to her destination. Raising her slightly erect nipples, under Hu Yan's unfocused gaze, she inserted her fingers into her white vulva, carefully moving them. "Don't lie to me... I want Master's semen, and Master's dragon!"

Takano Masako leered, her eyes narrowing. As the masturbation quickened and deepened, her shy vulva peeked out from her hidden petals, and white foam rose from her clean, pure jade gate. Her tender body went completely limp.

Seeing that Takano Masako had truly fallen for the trick and started masturbating, Yamamura Shizuko, who had little strength left, immediately stopped raising her hips and grabbed Takano Masako's waist, wildly licking her warm, white, slightly protruding vulva and the soft, wet, curled hairs on it. In just a short while, the naive girl, who had little sexual experience, became completely stiff and unable to move, as if frozen in place.

Just as Yamamura Shizuko was about to succeed in her scheme and bring Takano Masako to a climax and make her faint, she was the first to suffer Hu Yan's retribution. A spark of lust suddenly erupted from Hu Yan's penis, and with a swift, powerful thrust, he plunged it into her flower core, then began to wildly dance inside Shizuko's womb. "No, not that kind of force again... It's moving so violently... I'll faint... Eeyaah!

" "Mommy, you were lying to me again, trying to suppress me!" A

strong resentment erupted from Takano Masako's heart. With a forceful jerk, she yanked the eye-rolling Yamamura Shizuko off Hu Yan, then lay down and retaliated by sucking the white fluid from Shizuko's two orifices into her mouth. Then, her face, beaming with joy, pressed close to the defenseless Hu Yan, feeling his intermittent, almost imperceptible breath on her face. Instinctively, Takano Masako wrapped her arms around Hu Yan's waist, experiencing a warm and comforting feeling. Her resentment towards Yamamura Shizuko vanished instantly.

"Men don't like such stiff movements!"

The supposedly unconscious Yamamura Shizuko tried to get up with a ferocious expression, but her upper body trembled and she slumped back down. Then, the cunning Yamamura Sadako said, "Hugging shoulders, necks, and even kissing—you don't know how to please your master at all. What an idiot!"

"Oh!" "

Takano Masako readily changed her position, her soft, moist lips and tongue kissing Hu Yan's mouth, while her buttocks clamped onto Hu Yan's dragon, swaying her hips in a shallow wave of movement.

Seeing that Takano Masako had dazedly broken her move, Shinki Yamamura Sadako stared at Masako's wandering lips with an embarrassed expression, furious. One plan failed, so she devised another, using Yamamura Shizuko's mouth to say, "If you want to strangle your master's neck, you can use a little more force. Once you've made your master's dragon essence come out, it'll be a good deal for me." "

As expected, upon hearing that Hu Yan's dragon essence would benefit Yamamura Shizuko, Takano Masagoko's IQ plummeted. Her petite body quickly turned, lying on Hu Yan's stomach, and lowered her head to take his enormous member into her mouth. However

, due to Takano Masagoko's long, straight black hair, her oral sex was rather difficult. Therefore, under the sarcastic remarks of the demon Yamamura Sadako, Takano Masagoko suddenly had a brilliant idea: she used her waterfall-like long hair to wrap around Hu Yan's glistening, watery dragon, indirectly using her unruly, soft hair to deeply lick and tease it with her tongue. The gentle, smooth, and unusual friction, combined with the subtle yet effective techniques, immediately gave Hu Yan..." The novel experience ignited Hu Yan's lust, causing it to erupt once more. He ejaculated into Takano Masago's mouth.

Takano Masago's libido instantly surged, causing her to completely lose her reason. The words and manipulations of the demon Yamamura Sadako became ineffective. Takano Masago, without restraint, threw herself into the sexual battle, receiving endless orgasms from Hu Yan, reaching unprecedented peaks, drenched in sweat, exhausted, until she finally fainted.

Hu Yan thoroughly filled Takano Masago's vagina, then released her tender opening. Stimulated by a strange electric shock, two long-range shots struck the open anuses of Yamamura Shizuko and Takano Masago respectively.

"Mmm—"

Takano Masako groaned with pleasure, springing up like a carp leaping out of its shell.

"No—"

The demon Yamamura Sadako screamed resentfully, unwilling to leave Yamamura Shizuko's body.

A moment later, the yin energy and control over Hu Yan dissipated, and the first thing he saw when he woke up was Yamamura Shizuko lewdly cleaning the secretions from his penis with her mouth, while Takano Masako lay slumped to one side with tears in her eyes, her swollen vulva trickling with white fluid... What did I do? "Masako..."

"My son-in-law, although you haven't seen Sadako yet, today you can really call me mother-in-law in front of Masako!"

Yamamura Shizuko glanced at Hu Yan helplessly, continuing to lick and clean his penis without caring about anything else.

"Has my rape disease flared up again?" "

Hu Yan murmured to himself, gazing at the petite Takano Masago lying on the white dress. In his current state of guilt, the unconscious Takano Masago's eyes were red and swollen, as if conveying some unspeakable grievance.

"You hate bitches?"

This was the first question Hu Yan received after sending his mother-in-law, Yamamura Shizuko, away and sitting by Takano Masago's bedside. Takano Masago's choked sobs and her fixed, desperate gaze made Hu Yan pause, "Uh..."

"You hate me?"

Takano Masago's second question.

"No,"

Hu Yan quickly denied. "I like you."

"Master doesn't like bitches?"

Takano Masago's brow furrowed in confusion, seemingly fixated on bitches, obsessed with them.

"If Masago likes them, I can like bitches too!"

Hu Yan recalled being chased by the village dogs in the mountains and closed his eyes in pain. So what if he was bitten! At least he'd had a rabies shot. "Master, do

n't force yourself,"

Takano Masako said, her hair hanging low. "If you don't like Masako, don't force yourself."

"Ah!"

Hu Yan's mouth gaped open involuntarily. Takano Masako! Bitch! Takano Masako and bitch seemed to be linked! This bizarre association was repeatedly etched into his mind. Finally, Hu Yan decided to put all of this aside, patted Takano Masako's head, and lifted her chin for a deep French kiss. "What is Masako? Teacher likes her all,"

Takano Masako said, her eyes red. "I want to call you Teacher, Master!"

"Alright! Master it is!"

Hu Yan accepted, pinching his nose. He had already accepted Takano Masako; being a bit more beastly as Teacher and Master didn't matter.

Takano Masako sobbed softly, asking sharply, "Did Master sleep with Shizuko?" "

Uh, this..."

Faced with Takano Masagoko's absolutely pointed question, Hu Yan racked his brains to avoid creating a rift between mother and daughter, fabricating a nonsensical story.

Hu Yan first recounted how he met Yamamura Sadako, then how Yamamura Sadako took him home to meet her mother. Next, he explained how he discovered Yamamura Shizuko's emptiness and need for comfort, how they became close and committed adultery, adding that he developed feelings for Takano Masagoko and fell in love at first sight. He decided to add Takano Masagoko's entire family to his harem. Hu Yan unleashed his boundless imagination, using the style of an erotic novel, with an audacity that defied all odds, freshly crafting a trilogy of rape, drugging, and seduction, and then embellishing the aftermath of the adultery.

Hu Yan's rambling speech left Takano Masagoko dizzy, her body aroused, and she climbed onto Hu Yan, wanting him again. As Takano Masagoko rode Hu Yan's massive member, she had only one thought: "Master, it's such a waste of your talent that you don't write erotic novels!" "

As for Hu Yan, the originator of the lie, he became increasingly eloquent as he spoke, perfectly blending fantasy and reality, appearing convinced that he believed it regardless of whether others believed it or not—truly a case of self-deception to the extreme.

The ending: From then on, Hu Yan settled down at the home of Shizuko Yamamura. He spent his days and nights in blissful oblivion with the beautiful mother and daughter, Shizuko Yamamura and Masako Takano.

Until the year 1965, when the spirit of the witch Yamamura Sadako was refined by the spirit Yamamura Sadako. All the women Hu Yan knew and had ever seen failed, and the spirit Yamamura Sadako, unable to bear it any longer, personally joined the 'Death by Exhaustion' plan…"

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