Encountering danger in the forest

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The border region of Han, Wei, and Chu was a dense forest, teeming with serpentine trails, resembling a giant triangular primeval forest when viewed from above.
Years of war between the three kingdoms brought untold suffering to the people. Heavy taxes levied relentlessly, and the constant warfare, natural disasters, and man-made calamities
drove people to the point where cannibalism was commonplace. The path leading from Han, Wei, and Chu to the Golden Triangle was littered with corpses. Most people, barely strong enough to wield a hoe or sickle, couldn't endure the arduous journey of hundreds or even thousands of miles.
Most perished on the road to hope and survival, a small number succumbed in the darkness before dawn, even though they knew that just a little further on would have brought them survival and food.
Reality was cruel; it didn't offer explanations, and death was inevitable. In this chaotic world, manpower was never lacking.
On the final ten miles of the path from South Korea to the Golden Triangle, a group of forty-odd people slowly made their way. Their carts had been abandoned, and their horses had been dried. In those days, whether horse meat was sour or not was no longer a concern. Edible, enough to keep you alive—you could even try boiling tree bark and grass roots.
"Li Wu, how much longer until we reach the Peace Inn?"
A middle-aged woman in a white veil and a hood asked the young man at the head of the group.
The young man flicked his hair, which was tied back with a red ribbon, turned around, a blade of grass between his lips, bit down hard, and sucked out the last drop of juice. He said, "We'll be there in two more hours. Let's rest here for a while." He
then waved to the dozen or so burly men in the group, clearly trained fighters, and sat down on a roadside rock. His gaze swept around, finally settling on a corpse.
Along the way, there were always such corpses by the roadside, one or a group—all pitiful refugees. They had walked all this way, but ultimately hadn't reached their ideal home, collapsing just before their destination. Even the dead knew that if they had walked just two more hours, they could have touched the hope of survival.
That's how the world is; sometimes, seeing hope is worse than not seeing it.
The body faced the Golden Triangle, its right hand outstretched, a clear expression of its dying wish to live.
The woman who had spoken first approached, now in front of Li Wutou. She slightly raised her buttocks, rubbing her legs, sore from the journey, her voice carrying the soft, feminine charm characteristic of middle-aged women, "Thank you, Li Wutou and your brothers, for escorting us all the way. Without you, we and our servants probably wouldn't have made it this far alive." Young Li Wutou smiled, his sunny disposition instantly endearing him: "It's our duty. We're paid to do our job. Madam, you don't need to be so polite."
The woman didn't reply, but nodded. Although they were doing their job for money, they were still somewhat grateful.
Along this route, bandits, robbers, and refugees were rampant; the law had completely disappeared. Only the rules of swords, spears, and clubs remained. Without these镖头 (bodyguards/escorts), the few servants and maids would likely have perished long ago, just outside Dingjun City in Nanbang.
Therefore, she didn't rebuke the group of镖师 (bodyguards/escorts) for their unrestrained gazes and lewd utterances along the way.
Without them, she wouldn't have overcome so many hardships.
Times have changed; without the ability to assess the situation, she
wouldn't have been able to compete with so many concubines and successfully rise to power back then. When it comes to men, as long as you get their superiors on your side, they're at your mercy.
The镖师 had already cleared a space, and with their maids and servants, they were clearing the bushes, gathering firewood, and preparing their last meal.
Two maids helped a boy and a girl, a brother and sister, limping towards the lady. The boy, dressed as a scholar in blue robes, was only sixteen or seventeen years old, his slightly stubble-covered face showing signs of travel weariness. The girl, in a purple dress, like the lady, wore a veil, obscuring her face, but from the occasional glimpse of her fair, delicate arms beneath the veil, it was clear she was from a wealthy family.
The two, supported by their maids, reached the lady and gratefully nodded to the martial arts leader who was looking at them.
Ever since this young martial arts master dismembered a group of refugees with his bare hands without batting an eye before their New Year, they had never dared to speak to him again.
"Mother, have some water," a voice like a light, melodious lily called out.
The young girl handed the water jug to the woman.
She knew that now that they had come this far, with ample food and the protection of bodyguards, their chances of survival were almost guaranteed.
Barring any unforeseen circumstances, the three of them would definitely reach the Golden Triangle and reunite with their father. Then, in the Golden Triangle, relying on the savings and connections their father had accumulated over the years, they would continue living the life of a wealthy young lady. Their lives would be largely unchanged from the city. Therefore, her tone was naturally relaxed.
The woman took the water jug; her arms, like the young girl's, were fair and delicate, with a touch of plumpness that was even more alluring than the girl's.
"Glug glug,"
the clear water slowly entered her stomach, bringing a touch of coolness.
"Qing'er, Zun'er, the three of us got this far thanks to Li Wutou and his brothers risking their lives. Quickly thank Li Wutou." The woman winked at her children.
"Thank you, Li Wutou." The brother and sister clasped their hands in a fist salute, while the other slightly squatted, showing their utmost respect for the martial artist.
Li Wutou smiled and waved his hand, "No need for such formality. It takes a hundred years of cultivation to share a boat ride. It's fate that we met on this journey. I think this fate will last for a while, hahaha..." The two young men nodded and then turned to the woman, acting coquettishly.
They had no interest in understanding how the peasants helped. They provided the money, and the peasants provided the labor—it was only natural. They didn't understand why their mother had to make such a grand gesture, even thanking them in person. Thanking the peasants made them feel incredibly embarrassed.
The woman smiled apologetically at Li Wutou, "The children don't know any manners, Li Wutou, please don't take offense. I've spoiled them."
"It's alright, we've seen life and death along the way, nothing's unusual anymore. We're martial arts practitioners, we don't need that kind of refined manners," Li Wutou said nonchalantly. After a pause, he added, "There are still three hours until dark, let's eat something lightly and rest to recover our strength. We'll get into the Ping'an Inn before dark, so Madam can meet Master sooner."
"Okay, we'll do as Li Wutou says." The woman pulled the siblings, who were still joking around, towards the newly lit fire.
Servants and maids had already prepared bedding, bowls, chopsticks, and other necessities. People from wealthy families, even if they're down on their luck, won't throw away the ceremonial furniture that represents civilization unless they're on the verge of starvation.
The镖师 (bodyguards/escorts) watched indifferently as the servants and maids prepared the pots and pans, expressionlessly gnawing on the smoked horse meat. They didn't understand; the carriage had been burned, the horse slaughtered for meat, and everything else had been thrown away. Why keep these useless pots and pans, even if they couldn't walk anymore, they would carry them?
The clanging sounds attracted the attention of all the镖师. The remaining rice was poured into the pot, mixed with the horse meat, and a little salt was added. Soon, a fragrant aroma rose... The镖师 ate their horse meat while watching the servants work, but none of them knew that their peripheral vision was drawn to the woman sitting on the ground.
They dared not look openly; after all, she was their employer, and there was no need to cause trouble for themselves. If they were reported to Li Wutou, they would certainly be punished.
Li Wutou was ruthless. Although he wouldn't break arms or legs, his varied methods of torturing people were disproportionate to his age.
The torture methods in the royal prison were probably no better than this.
The woman sat on a cushion, her legs stretched out, her small feet in lotus-flower shoes swaying from side to side, letting the hands of the young boys and girls massage her legs. Occasionally, when tickled, she would playfully slap her children, a scene of idyllic family bliss.
The bodyguards swallowed hard, whether from the horse meat or from the sight of the woman's snow-white thighs peeking out from under her skirt, they couldn't tell. One of the tall, dark-skinned men whispered to the tall, thin man beside him, "Damn, that's white. I wonder if her big ass is this white too."
The tall, thin man chuckled softly, "Damn it, you should become the manager of the Hundred Treasures Pavilion. This woman's breasts are pretty white, I'd like to let you have a go." The
big, dark man retorted indignantly, "I want to be one too! I didn't work hard in my past life, I wasn't born into a good family." He paused, then whispered, "But what's the use of being born into a good family? Look at that manager of the Hundred Treasures Pavilion, betrayed the pavilion, what happened to him? He's hiding in the Golden Triangle, afraid to come out, even his wife and daughters have to be protected by us to go in. Damn it, he didn't enjoy his good fortune, dragging his whole family down to some poor mountain village to eat tree roots." "Is that so? Then I'll help you reincarnate. This time, remember to find a better family." A voice came from the treetop where the big, dark man and the tall, thin man were leaning against.
*Clang!
Clang!
Clang!*
Several sounds of swords being drawn rang out. The servants and maids put down their work and skillfully surrounded the woman and the young master.
The moment the sound rang out, the tall, dark-skinned man and the tall, thin man leaped from the tree behind them, drawing their swords and pointing them at the treetops, warily watching the masked man in black who seemed to be standing suspended in mid-air.
The dozen or so bodyguards had a clear division of labor: some stood around the guards, vigilantly watching their surroundings to prevent any accomplices of the masked man; others joined the tall, dark-skinned man and, equally wary, held their swords to the masked man.
Li Wutou also stood up, his brow furrowed as he stared at the masked man, then walked expressionlessly to the front of the tall, dark-skinned man.
Li Wutou bowed: "I am Li Mu, the head of the Shunfeng Escort Agency. When will you be giving me your guidance?" Li Mu knew that since the other party was dressed in black and masked, he certainly didn't want to reveal his identity. Rather than asking who he was, it was better to introduce himself and inquire about his business. If he had the wrong person, he might still be able to escape unscathed.
To be able to stand upright in mid-air with just a small branch, the opponent must possess at least the strength of a peak-stage acquired realm
cultivator. Moreover, no one knows if the opponent has any helpers. If they do have helpers, let alone escorting the caravan, even trying to escape alone would be impossible. "Of course, it's to rob the caravan, and incidentally, to discuss the true meaning of childbirth with this beautiful woman." The masked man on the treetop took a small step forward, floating down lightly like a leaf, standing before Li Mu, utterly ethereal, as if a celestial being.
Li Mu took two steps back, carefully examining the man in black. This was difficult.
"You..." The young man beside the woman was about to lash out at the man in black for insulting his mother, but the woman pulled him back, interrupting him. She glared fiercely at the boy, then turned to Li Mu, curtsied slightly, and said softly, "
Please, Chief Li, uphold justice."
"Of course." Li Mu's expression was solemn, his hands rubbing slightly in front of his waist. "Leave him to me, you protect the lady."
"Oh, just a young fellow wielding a soft sword." The masked man's voice was mocking. "This kid's mine, you finish this quickly."
"What, there are more?" Everyone's hearts tightened simultaneously.
All the镖师 (bodyguards/escorts) retreated, surrounding the woman and her servants, watching the woods warily.
As expected, three more masked men in black appeared in the treetops, three more late-stage Xiantian (innate realm) cultivators.
"Protect the lady and retreat."
Li Mu understood that there was no way things would end peacefully today. Since the other side had gathered four experts, concealing their identities with black masks, and showing no fear of the Shunfeng Escort Agency, it could only mean that they were prepared to wipe them all out.
The镖师 also understood that they couldn't win in a fight, and they might not even be able to retreat, but without trying, no one would willingly stand and wait to die. From here to the Peace Inn, it was a two-hour journey, but if they ran, they could get there in half an hour. As long as they survived until they reached it, they would be safe.
The burly man turned sharply, sprinting into the crowd, ignoring everyone, and hoisted the woman onto his shoulder, dashing down the path. One hand around her leg, the other supporting her large, soft buttocks, he leaped and bounded like a monkey, the complex terrain seeming like flat ground to him.
At the same moment the burly man turned, the tall, thin man sprinted towards the girl, but another镖师 (bodyguard/escort), closer to her, beat him to it, hoisting the girl towards the Peace Inn. Like the burly man, one hand supporting her leg, the other supporting her shapely buttocks, he sped away. The tall, thin man, helpless, hoisted the boy onto his shoulder and also began his run.
The other镖师 (bodyguards/escorts) warily drew their swords, surrounding the three men in black who had just emerged from the woods.
They were prepared to die. At the镖局 (bodyguard agency), they were fed meat and drunk wine, served the most slutty prostitutes, and listened to the most wanton music—wasn't that all for this situation?
"Third and fourth, go after them! Second, follow me and kill them!" The first man in black spoke, deflecting Li Mu's thrusting soft sword with a palm strike, and then addressed the other three.
Two black figures flashed through the crowd like ghosts, pursuing the route the large man and his companions had taken. They casually struck the passing servants and bodyguards with their palms.
"Ah..."
"Pfft..."
Screams and the sound of spitting blood filled the air. Li Mu knew this was a massacre, but he was powerless to stop it. The soft sword was inherently a subtle and unpredictable weapon, suitable for one-on-one combat, unlike the broadsword's powerful, sweeping attacks. Therefore, he couldn't save others; he could only barely defend himself.
The second man, with only his bare hands, slaughtered the bodyguards and servants, sending them fleeing in disarray.
Each palm strike was a death sentence; even a palm strike on a blade would shatter the blade and send the man sprawling, leaving the hand unharmed.
Li Mu struggled to withstand the attacks of the men in black, his soft sword flashing as he searched for openings in his opponent's defenses. The soft sword was just an ordinary soft sword. Infused with internal force, even the man in black dared not block it with his bare hands. However, whenever he thrust his sword forward, whether from the front, side, or a change of direction, the masked man would slap it away with his palm.
"No, this won't do. I'm doomed if this continues. Once that second brother finishes killing them, I'm dead." Li Mu knew that with his unpredictable swordsmanship, he might be able to fight the masked man to a standstill, but once the second brother dealt with the镖师 (bodyguards/escorts), he would have no chance of turning the tables.
"I need to find an opportunity quickly." Li Mu channeled his internal force into the soft sword, straightening it, and thrust it straight at the masked man's eyes.
"Haha, you've made a soft sword look like a hard sword. Why don't you use a hard sword?" Seeing the sword coming, the masked man extended his right hand, raising two fingers, preparing to use his profound internal force to trap the soft sword.
Li Mu watched the sword tip getting closer and closer to the masked man, and the blade about to be trapped. He thought to himself, "A good opportunity." He unleashed his inner force towards the sword hilt, a surge of liquid coursing upwards. Caught off guard, the masked man hadn't expected the soft sword to spew venom. He had no time to react, instinctively twisting his head, dodging most of the venom, but still getting a splatter on his ear.
"Ah!!! Ah!!! Ah!!!"
"I'll fucking kill you!!!"
The masked man changed his finger into a palm, slapping Li Mu away. Using the force of the violent blow, Li Mu retreated, ignoring the remaining crowd and the second-in-command in black who was looking their way, and turned to run wildly towards South Korea.
The second-in-command swiftly reached his elder brother's side, only to see his brother sever the remaining half of his ear, take out a bottle of wound powder from his pocket, and sprinkle it on the wound to stop the bleeding.
"Damn it, we got tricked by those Japanese devils." The elder brother's face was grim as he looked at the severed ear, which was sizzling with black liquid, slowly corroding the wound.
The second brother glanced at the slaughtered crowd and casually said, "Big brother, I'll go after him." The eldest brother looked up, glaring menacingly at the head镖师 (bodyguard/escort), and said, "No need. There are people blocking the way. Don't ruin things. Kill these lackeys first."
With that, he flew towards the crowd.
The second brother didn't move. He knew his eldest brother needed to vent his anger, and the last way to do so was to play with women and kill. There were only a few people left; there was no need to compete with his eldest brother to kill them.
The bodyguards watched helplessly as Li Mu abandoned them, harboring no resentment. That's how the world is; those who can kill and those who can escape are the capable ones. Without ability, you won't eat, you'll die.
A bald bodyguard, wielding a half-finished knife, laughed loudly at the rapidly approaching leader: "Damn it, I..."
*Bang!* The leader slammed a palm into the burly man's chest. With a dull thud, the man flew into the old forest like a broken doll.
"Pah!" The leader spat, his gaze darkening as he looked at his trembling servants and the wary bodyguards, knife in hand. "You'll all die."
With that, he leaped forward, dodging the blows of two bodyguards, grabbing one by the neck and thigh, and with a surge of internal energy, the bodyguard's head and left leg instantly separated. His mangled body fell to the ground, blood gushing from his neck and groin.
The eldest brother stomped on the headless body, letting it convulse. He pressed down harder, and more blood gushed from both sides, the blood from the neck splattering like sharp swords onto the servants and bodyguards.
"Ahhh..."
The servants huddled together, their cries and pleas for mercy echoing through the blood-soaked mess.
"Go to hell, kill!"
The bodyguards, ruthless men hardened by blood and fire, knowing there was no way out, were driven by a surge of courage to fight for a sliver of hope. Even if they saw no hope.
"Slap!" The eldest brother, expressionless, slapped the head of one of the charging bodyguards away, then turned and kicked another bodyguard through the chest. Within moments, no one remained standing around him.
The second brother watched silently, saying nothing. This was the eldest brother's time to vent, and he didn't want to become his punching bag.
The leader turned to the remaining twenty-odd trembling servants and asked coldly, "Do you want to live or die?"
"We want to live! We want to live!"
"Sir, spare our lives! We want to live!"
"Please, great hero, spare our lives! We'll serve you like cattle and horses to repay your kindness!" The servants seemed to see a glimmer of hope and immediately knelt down and kowtowed. They couldn't even defeat the镖师 (bodyguards/escorts), and their only hope for survival lay in the pity of others.
"Living is easy, but I'll only release one man and one woman. You decide. After half an incense stick's time, if even one more person is released, I'll kill you all." The leader, enduring the pain in his ears, spoke to the servants with a sinister and ruthless tone.
The servants exchanged glances. They knew the masked man wanted to see them kill each other, but who wouldn't want to fight for a chance to live? What if it was real?
The group was already huddled together, with men and women clearly separated. "Thud!" Someone suddenly thrust out a dagger, and instantly, chaos erupted.
Those who were once kind and timid now bared their fangs, offering knives or teeth to their companions in the hope of survival.
For the unarmed, the quickest way to kill is to bite someone's throat—it's instinct, a survival skill inherited from their animalistic ancestors.
Some ran towards the spot where the镖师 (bodyguards/escorts) had all perished, trying to retrieve their knives, but the leader kicked them back. Clearly, if there were weapons, they would use them; if not, they would use their teeth, their hands, their feet—any means necessary.
The second-in-command also moved, lurking outside the crowd. A few tried to escape in the chaos, but the second-in-command dragged them back and threw them back into the throng.
For a moment, curses, shouts, and screams filled the air. The leader's lips gradually curled into a smile, as if the wound on his ear no longer hurt so much.
An incense stick's worth of time had passed, and fewer and fewer people remained alive. The leader didn't enter to kill; he was savoring the moment, the infighting of his former friends bringing him a psychological pleasure.
A moment later, two servants crawled out from among the defeated ones, covered in blood. The male servant held a short dagger, and the female maid held a hairpin; clearly, they were the victors in this fratricidal battle.
The leader approached them, and the two quickly lowered their heads. The male servant trembled and said, "We've done it... please, spare us."
The leader looked at the blood-soaked man and woman and said, "Alright, I keep my word." Then he grabbed the maid by the neck and pulled her up to his face.
The maid was quite pretty, with red lips and white teeth. Her bright, frightened eyes, paired with her willow-leaf eyebrows, gave her a slightly playful look. The leader smiled evilly and licked the blood from the girl's lips. The girl screamed in terror.
The leader licked the blood off his face, then turned around and plopped down on the male servant. The servant, suddenly feeling the weight, sensed the masked man's intentions. He gritted his teeth and braced himself, hoping to survive after being used as a stool.
The eldest brother put the maid down, and with a slight effort, she knelt between his legs. He held the girl's head with his right hand and pressed it forcefully down to his crotch, pressing her slightly terrified face against his enormous penis. The surging yang energy made the girl want to resist. But she dared not; she was afraid of death. Otherwise, she wouldn't have plunged her first hairpin into the neck of her childhood friend.
"Untie yourself," the eldest brother said expressionlessly, pulling the girl's head up without specifying what to untie. But the girl understood. She obediently raised her hands, trembling, and untied the eldest brother's belt. Her hands trembled as she pulled off his belt, outer trousers, and underpants, one by one, until a huge, erect penis sprang up and struck her nose.
The girl stared in terror at the dragon-like phallus, instinctively backing her head and murmuring, "No...no..."
The leader grabbed her disheveled hair, snarling, "Either suck it, or die." The girl looked up in horror at the masked man, his eyes, peeking out from behind the black cloth, radiating a vicious and cruel light. It seemed as if he would take her life at any moment. Resigned,
the girl lowered her head, her red lips slowly approaching the dragon's head, an overwhelming sense of humiliation welling up inside her.
But to live, she had no choice.
She closed her eyes, her lips slowly touching the dragon's head, opening her mouth to take it in, bit by bit. Tears of humiliation streamed down her cheeks, mingling with someone's blood, a sight of extraordinary beauty.
The leader sighed deeply, feeling the phallus enter a warm, slippery passage.
"Open your mouth wider, move your tongue, and pull your teeth back. If you hurt my dick, I'll slap you to death." The eldest brother patted the girl's face, which was swollen from sucking his penis.
At this moment, the second brother walked over and said with a smile, "Big brother, I'm not that fragile, hahaha." The eldest brother also laughed, "Hahaha, damn it, he capsized in the gutter and lost an ear. When we catch that kid, I'll make him wish he were dead."
The second brother looked at the girl kneeling on the ground giving the eldest brother oral sex and said with some concern, "Can they keep that kid here? Should I go after him now?"
The eldest brother said, "It's okay, the master has arranged manpower both in front of and behind this road. Even if he had wings, he couldn't fly away." After saying that, he looked at the girl and said to the second brother, "You come too, have some fun. We've been stuck here for so many days, my pee is all yellow."
The second brother smiled and stepped forward, just waiting for the eldest brother to say that. Seeing that the eldest brother had suffered a loss this time, the boss initially wanted him to vent his frustrations, but it turned out the eldest brother still cared about his brothers.
He forcefully pulled the girl's waist and abdomen, causing her to groan and bend over, her slender, unborn buttocks fully exposed to the second brother.
The second brother touched the girl's buttocks through her clothes and slapped her, the sound of a sharp crack echoing in the girl's voice.
"Big brother, want to go first?" the second brother asked, lightly patting the girl's buttocks, which trembled with shame or fear.
"First my ass! I'll play in the front, you play in the back. Hurry up and get to work," the eldest brother said, grabbing the girl's hair and slamming it against his crotch.
"Uh...uh...mmm..."
The girl's mouth was blocked by the penis, unable to make a sound. The repeated thrusts almost suffocated her. The penis reached her throat, and the nausea from the penetration made her snot and tears stream down her face. The nausea was so great that she didn't even feel the penis lifting her skirt and pulling down her panties.
The penis pulled down his pants, revealing his penis, and rubbed it little by little against her buttocks, which were being moved by the violent movement of her head.
"Ptooey!" The penis spat into his palm, gently wrapped it around the already erect penis, aimed it at the girl's dry vagina, and thrust hard.
"Ugh...uh..."
The girl's upper body trembled violently, her eyes rolled back, and a huge pain came from her lower body. Inexperienced, she couldn't withstand such tearing pain. At this moment, she forgot her fear of death and struggled frantically to break free from the boss's grip.
The boss didn't care. He held the girl's head tightly with both hands, slightly channeling his internal energy into his lower body to prevent her from acting desperately, and then began to thrust violently. Using the girl's throat as a vagina and her tongue as labia, he thrust his penis into her head.
The immense force nearly knocked over the servant who was sprawled on the ground, but he quickly got back up, gritting his teeth and enduring it. He knew that falling meant death, but holding on offered a chance of survival.
The second brother, holding the girl's waist, also began thrusting, using her blood as a springboard. The intense pain in her lower body and the overwhelming nausea in her head caused the girl's body to contort, but she couldn't escape the hands of the two brothers. The second brother laughed and slapped the girl's buttocks hard. The girl cried out in pain again, trying to push her buttocks forward to escape the second brother's control, but he wouldn't let her succeed. As
she pushed forward, he pulled his penis back to the entrance, and then, as the first brother thrust into the girl's throat and pulled out, she uncontrollably retreated. The second brother then thrust in again with force. The girl, tormented by pain, couldn't even scream, only letting out painful "woof woof" sounds.
The eldest brother loosened the girl's hair, grabbing handfuls to make it easier to manipulate her. It also made it easier to thrust his penis deep into her throat.
The girl's muffled groans grew fainter, her resistance weakened, and white foam mixed with blood trickled from the corners of her mouth, indicating her throat had been ruptured by the eldest brother's frenzied thrusting.
Her eyes rolled back, her once delicate face now contorted in a grimace.
Her vagina contained only her own virgin blood, devoid of any lubrication. The second brother had no intention of flirting with this temporary sex partner; true flirting was about equal strength, not one where the other was weak.
The intense thrusting left the girl gasping for breath, her consciousness no longer able to control her body. Both brothers released their pent-up desires, no longer holding back, waiting for the moment of release.
"Boss, that's...that's...enough, hurry, hurry and kill her!"
the second brother gasped, speaking to the eldest brother.
"Hoo...okay, hiss...coming soon!"
The boss's hand swung more and more wildly, his penis now imbued with internal force. Ignoring the girl's teeth clattering, he slammed her head against the base of his penis. The girl seemed to regain consciousness in a final burst of energy, her eyes filling their sockets. As if sensing something, she pushed against the boss with all her might, trying to push him away, but her meager strength was no match for him. Instead, it gave the boss the pleasure of toying with his prey.
"Thump!" The boss had lost control of his strength. His servant beneath him could no longer withstand the boss's frenzied thrusting and was slammed down, coughing up blood. His eyes were vacant as he stared ahead. He tried to breathe, but whether it was because the boss was pressing down on him or because his lungs had ruptured, he couldn't breathe. He struggled desperately, but couldn't break free from the boss's buttocks. His humiliating fingernails dug into the ground, leaving deep marks.
The second brother, struggling to stay afloat, cried out, "Huff, huff, boss, faster... it's getting tighter, so good..." His movements continued, his hands gripping the girl's hips as he thrust in and out forcefully.
The boss's movements quickened, swaying the girl's head back and forth as it gradually lost its luster. Suddenly,
he roared, "Fuck you, die..." and thrust forward with all his might, spurting out streams of hot semen that gushed into the girl's throat, pressing her head firmly against her pubic hair. The girl was already struggling to breathe; now, with the thick semen blocking her throat, she couldn't breathe at all. With
the last ounce of strength in her body, she trembled violently, trying to break free from the grip of the two brothers, clinging to any hope of survival.
"That's it, it's fucking tight!!!"
The second man thrust in and out for a while, then suddenly pushed forward, thrusting hard, feeling the girl's already tight vagina tighten even more with the passing of life, layers of it wrapping around his penis, as if trying to squeeze it out. This made him feel like he was floating on clouds.
A powerful wave of pleasure surged to his brain, then erupted from his penis, shooting deep into the girl's uterus.
The hot semen caused the girl's vagina to contract involuntarily again, a natural human instinct for reproduction. The second man used the girl's life and the instinct for reproduction to reach the pinnacle of his life.
After a while of tenderness, two "pop" sounds were heard. The two men simultaneously pulled out their penises and stood up. The girl's body lay on the ground like a tattered rag, a faint "ripping, ripping" sound emanating from her throat.
Even with her trachea ruptured, the girl didn't give up hope. She remembered the two men in black promising her that if she killed all the other maids, they would spare her life, and she had done so.
The eldest and second brothers didn't even glance at the woman who had given them brief pleasure. They pulled up their pants and looked at the red fireworks that had lit up the sky in the distance.
"This is the third one. We set off two more while we were playing with this woman. We've caught them all, let's go," the eldest brother said to the second.
"What about the kid who got away?" The second brother didn't dare say anything. He'd tricked that kid. The four brothers seemed like a good family, sharing both good times and bad, but if one of them acted recklessly, it would be impossible to control without two people.
Therefore, when he was alone with the eldest brother, he chose not to provoke him.
The eldest brother glanced in the direction Li Mu had fled and said, "Never mind him for now, leave him for the others. The master has trained them for so many years; if they can't handle this little thing, there's no need to keep them alive." With that, he bent down, grabbed the girl's chest, and ripped off her undergarment with a tearing sound. He ripped it in half, handing one half to the second brother, and took the other to wipe his blood-stained, saliva-covered, and foamy penis. He pulled up his pants and headed into the mountains.
"Let's go, to meet up."
The second brother wiped his penis clean, casually tossed the undergarment onto the girl's face, and stomped on her bare, pale breasts, leaving several black footprints. He muttered disdainfully, "They've been eating for nothing all these years; I'm utterly pathetic, I deserve to die."
He turned and followed the eldest brother into the forest without looking back.

[The End]

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