Legend of the Heavenly Soul

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In the first chapter of *The Legend of the Heavenly Soul*, a young girl dressed as a servant girl curtsied to the beautiful woman seated before her dressing mirror: "Master, the orders from above are that once this mission is completed, you will be free..." "I know." The face in the mirror, with three parts impatience and seven parts languor, interrupted the maid's words. Her narrow, phoenix-shaped eyes narrowed slightly, revealing a hint of weariness. Her delicate, boneless hand picked up a jade hairpin, entirely emerald green, from the table and casually toyed with it: "You may leave now." Perhaps the owner of the voice was too gentle, lacking any authority. The maid didn't obey, raising her head to look at her "master" with a hint of fierce threat: "This mission can only be won, not lost. I believe Master will handle it with care and not disappoint the expectations of those above..." "Xiao Tao, I want to be alone." The maid remained silent for a long time before finally leaving sensibly. The person left alone in the room sighed, looking at her heavily made-up self in the mirror, and smiled bitterly. Ever since he joined this organization at eighteen, he'd been assigned to carry out these shady dealings. Two years—it's been too long. He's harmed too many people, committed too many sins. Although his superiors promised him freedom once this mission was complete, a bitter smile crept onto his lips. Who would believe such childish lies? Once he stepped into this abyss, freedom was impossible unless he died. Dusk fell, and the city lights began to twinkle. A black sedan stopped in front of a brightly lit nightclub. Two men and a woman got out first, impeccably dressed in suits, clearly business elites. The three stopped by the roadside to greet the last passenger, a small, thin child in casual clothes, no more than twelve or thirteen years old. The child had pulled the hood up low, obscuring his face. The three treated the child with utmost respect, an attitude they conveyed with profound subtlety. Minors are not allowed in such places of entertainment, yet this city truly harbors too many unspeakable secrets. The waiter at the door glanced at the child but made no attempt to dissuade him, politely leading the four inside. Upon reaching the reserved private room, the waiter excused himself, and the three stepped inside. The child, however, did not stop, heading straight for another private room adjacent to the door. He looked up at the inscription on the door, seeing "Abyss of the Past Life" on the left and "Fate of the Future Life" on the right, with the horizontal inscription "Yuanyuan Pavilion." A strange smile curled at the corner of his lips, and he stepped inside alone. "The situation has changed; Miss has gone into another room alone." Xiao Tao's icy voice made Qian Fan frown slightly. Seeing that he did not reply for a long time, Xiao Tao reminded him again: "Please move to Yuanyuan Pavilion to await orders, Master!" After waiting for a long time, he finally heard a lazy reply: "Understood." For this opportunity, the organization spared no effort in mobilizing all its manpower and resources, controlling reliable intelligence, and was determined to succeed in one fell swoop. Now that the target has been identified, Qianfan, the main operative, is still hesitant—should he really kidnap that poor little girl? He picks up a stack of intelligence: Huiyuanxi, female, fourteen years old, heir to the Huijiu Group… Only fourteen years old… Qianfan sighs helplessly, prepares to go, and transforms into a stunningly beautiful dancer. The child finally understands why this nightclub is favored by so many wealthy and powerful people. Putting aside the first-class decor and food, the meticulously choreographed dance in front of him is simply superb. Dozens of girls dressed in light gauze palace gowns dance gracefully on the dance floor, like fairies descending to earth. And the dancer in the center is the most beautiful, and her dance is the most captivating. Her slender waist sways gently, and the seven-colored gauze skirt on her body seems to transform into clouds in the sky—light, ever-changing, and breathtakingly beautiful. It is unexpected that there is such an outstanding dancer in the human world. Even the demons, who are known for their dancing skills, can only share her beauty. As the music ended, to show respect, the child removed his hat, his smile undiminished, and clapped his hands lightly. The dancers gracefully withdrew, leaving only the most beautiful one to serve the young VIP who was visiting for the first time. The room was decorated in a somewhat Japanese style. The child sat on the floor, with a low table in front of him. Qianfan sat down beside him, glancing at the table. The food was almost untouched, but several empty wine bottles sat on it. He frowned slightly and gently reprimanded, "You're still young; you shouldn't drink such strong liquor." The child's eyes were clear, showing no signs of drunkenness, only a gentle smile as he looked at him. For some reason, Qianfan blushed and lowered his head. He considered himself to have seen countless people, but the child before him was stunningly beautiful, unlike anything he had ever seen before. No wonder the former president of the Huijiu Group cherished this granddaughter so much, protecting her so meticulously that despite the organization's best efforts, they couldn't obtain even a single photograph of her. But with the old president's death, the family burden fell on this child's shoulders, forcing her to reveal herself. Intelligence indicated that she was here today to negotiate a major deal with another group. The young lady's personal presence was required, and the other group must be powerful and wealthy figures. However, the organization couldn't find any information about their background. Even stranger, why wasn't she with her entourage and bodyguards, but instead came to this room alone, giving criminals an opportunity? "Big sister, you smell so good!" The little one sniffed, like a hungry piglet, wrapping her arms around Qianfan's waist, her fluffy head rubbing against him. Qianfan awkwardly pulled her away; the little one didn't know he was dressed as a woman, which was why she dared to be so close to him. Thinking of the difficult path this child would face, he felt a pang of pity. He picked up a strawberry from the table, dipped it in sweet cream, and lovingly fed it to her. “This is really not a place for a child like you.” This frank and kind dancer piqued the child’s interest. With a suggestive smile, she said, “Why shouldn’t I be here? Big sister, teach me…” She pretended to take the strawberry from his hand, then “accidentally” dropped it midway. The round strawberry landed inside Qianfan’s shirt, and both of them let out a soft “Ah!” “Sister, don’t move, I’ll get it out for you.” Unexpectedly, the little thing, despite her slender arms, possessed astonishing strength, easily pushing the seven-foot-tall Qianfan to the ground. The child then pressed down on him, sticking out her pink tongue and licking his bare chest: “Sister, there’s cream on here…” Qianfan inwardly cried out in alarm. Although his Adam’s apple wasn’t prominent, it was easily noticeable from the child’s angle, not to mention her hand was roaming over his flat chest—yes, it was definitely roaming! Are children these days so bold? Qianfan’s heart pounded as she touched him. The little thing had been taking advantage of him for a while, finally grumbling in dissatisfaction, "Sister's breasts are so small..." Then, with a "thud," it collapsed against his chest, unconscious. Qianfan was stunned for a long time before he realized: the sleeping potion had taken effect! He carried the pretty little thing into the secret room and instructed Xiaotao to change the child into another set of clothes to avoid suspicion. Sitting at the dressing table, he removed all his heavy makeup, still unable to find peace in his heart. This time, in order to escape the organization, he had actually harmed a child who wasn't even an adult yet... Suddenly, a scream rang out—it was Xiaotao's voice! Qianfan rushed over: "What's wrong?" Xiaotao was horrified, pointing at the half-naked child on the bed, stammering, "Wrong... wrong... it's a boy... not the young lady..." What? Qianfan was shocked. He rushed to the bedside and saw the child's lower body... Good heavens, it was indeed a boy, not their target—the young lady of the Huijiu Group, Hui Yuanxi. "How could this be?" Xiao Tao exclaimed in alarm. "Could the intelligence have been wrong?" They'd ruined the mission; their superiors wouldn't let them off easily. Haha, Qian Fan laughed. It was wonderful; the child had escaped, and he wouldn't have to bear any deeper sins. Hearing his laughter, Xiao Tao's anger flared. She grabbed his collar and said fiercely, "What are you laughing at?! The higher-ups have their eyes on the Hui family's eldest daughter, planning for so long, but they've failed... You and I will both suffer the consequences, and you can still laugh!" Qian Fan broke free of her grasp. "Since you know you've arrested the wrong person, hurry up and send the boy back." "Hmph, you're so naive," Xiao Tao sneered, her words disrespectful. Clearly, she never took this "master" seriously. "Send him back? It's not that easy. Frankly, the higher-ups just want to extort a huge sum of money from the young lady. This child isn't the one we're after, but look at him..." Xiao Tao came to the bedside, wanting to reach out and stroke the boy's handsome face, but Qian Fan blocked her way. "Don't make things difficult for him..." "Make things difficult for him?" Xiao Tao withdrew her hand, her burning gaze still fixed on the boy. "Tsk tsk tsk, look at this child's appearance and demeanor, how could he be an ordinary child? You saw it too, the three people who came with this child went into the next room. If they're not from the Huijiu Group, they must be from another faction doing business with them, maybe even more powerful. If we can't catch the Hui family's young lady, catching this young master isn't bad either; at least if the higher-ups investigate, we won't be empty-handed." In the end, this boy became the scapegoat."No! I absolutely will not allow this!" Qianfan stood firmly by the bed, refusing to budge. Xiaotao looked at him coldly. This man was too gentle and kind, his temperament clean and pure. Two years of training had not tainted him in the slightest by the filth of the underworld. He was not suited to survive in the underworld; several previous missions had almost failed because of his soft heart. But his superiors still kept him in the organization, only valuing his gentle temperament, which made it easy for prey to lower their guard. Of course, there was another reason why his superiors were reluctant to give him up— "You won't allow it?" Xiaotao sneered disdainfully: "Who do you think you are? Just someone who's good in bed, making the boss happy. Don't take yourself too seriously!" Qianfan's face flushed red and then turned pale. Seeing that Xiaotao was about to walk past him and take the child away again, "No!" he still stood in front of Xiaotao, not letting her succeed. “If you want to die, fine, but why pretend to be a saint and drag a bunch of brothers in the organization down with you! We’re all people who risk our lives for this.” With that, Xiao Tao clapped her hands twice, and a hidden door suddenly opened in one of the walls of the room, from which a burly man emerged. “I can’t let your soft heart ruin our plans. I have no choice but to use this method, don’t blame me.” She shouted, “Wang Hu!” “Yes, Sister Xiao Tao.” The man’s voice boomed. A venomous smile spread across Xiao Tao’s face as she pointed at Qian Fan: “Didn’t you always tell me you wanted to taste this man’s flavor? Today is your chance.” Wang Hu’s eyes lit up, and he glanced at Qian Fan with a wicked look. He hesitated, “But I heard that he has… that kind of relationship with the higher-ups, how can I dare to touch him?” “Don’t worry, the higher-ups already told me that if he gets in our way, we don’t need to be polite to him. Go ahead and have your fun over there, don’t get in my way!” Xiao Tao urged. "Yes!" The burly man named Wang Hu grinned lewdly as he walked towards the woman he had been longing for. "No, don't come any closer." Qian Fan's face changed drastically. He looked at the child on the bed with pity, torn between fleeing and staying. In a flash, everything went awry, and he was thrown aside by the burly man. His knees slammed heavily to the ground. Ignoring the pain, Qian Fan leaned against the wall and stood up. A gust of wind swept behind him, and in the next instant, he was embraced from behind by a pair of iron arms. Wang Hu's iron claw-like hands kneaded and caressed his chest, his hot breath hot against his ear, babbling incoherently: "Beauty, beauty, I've finally gotten to you. Be good, I'll make you feel good." Qian Fan felt something hard, like a branding iron, pressed against his buttocks through his clothes... In Chapter Two of The Legend of the Heavenly Soul, his strength was no match for a human's. His clothes were torn inch by inch. Knowing it was futile, Qian Fan still struggled relentlessly. Xiao Tao walked to the bedside and changed the unconscious little one into another set of clothes. She thought to herself, "This child must be someone important. His skin is so smooth and tender, like a peach; even the slightest pressure would leave a red mark." Xiao Tao stroked the child's delicate, flawless face, somewhat reluctant to let go—what a beautiful child! His family must be so worried about losing this precious child. His long eyelashes fluttered, and the child suddenly opened his eyes! He stared coldly at the person in front of him. Xiao Tao was startled and quickly withdrew her hand, but her body couldn't move; she was frozen in place, unable to even twitch a finger. "You…" Xiao Tao only managed to utter half a syllable before her voice was cut off. What kind of power was this? She stared in disbelief at the child who had silently sat up. The child immediately noticed the interesting scene unfolding in the room. Forgetting to punish the woman who had rudely touched him, he used her body to shield himself, and excitedly peeked at the naked entanglement on the other side of the room from her shoulder. He saw the beautiful, gentle dancer being pinned down by a burly man. The man's thick lips kissed her delicate body. The dancer was clearly being forced; her brows were tightly furrowed, every movement a form of resistance. However, the more intense the resistance, the more frenzied the man became. Soon, the slender dancer, lacking strength, placed her hands on the burly man's chest, not so much a resistance as a subtle acceptance. The man, without hesitation, tore open the dancer's clothes with a "ripping" sound, revealing a flat chest. The boy's eyes widened—what? This dancer was actually a man? He felt deceived. His hand on the woman's shoulder tightened instantly, almost breaking her arm. The poor woman was silenced, nearly fainting from the pain, unable to utter a sound. So, the boy chose to watch coldly, letting the poor dancer be violated. The man's hands cupped the dancer's breasts at the base, pushing them upwards forcefully. Even from a distance, the child could clearly hear the man's indistinct shouts: "So dry... give this old man some milk..." With that, the man lowered his head and bit down on one nipple, the loud sucking sounds blatant. The man being suckled writhed in pain, trying to escape, his long hair scattered on the ground like the broken wings of a dying butterfly. His face was a mixture of sorrow and lewdness, his red lips slightly parted, emitting a series of moans that were hard to decipher as either pain or pleasure, arousing the sadistic instincts of humankind. Milk? The child's eyes lit up, staring intently at the two men. The man's chest had visibly swelled under the man's onslaught, and despite the man's strenuous sucking, not a single drop of milk could be extracted. "Damn it, you damned bitch, you won't even give me your milk?" The burly man roared, tearing the man's clothes off until only his underwear remained, his long, slender, white legs parted, revealing the mysterious area between his thighs. The front of the underwear was already bulging, showing that the man was also aroused, but strangely, there was a large puddle of moisture at the back of the white underwear, like a woman's love juice during lovemaking. The burly man folded the man's smooth thighs up, lowered his head between his legs, and stuck out his tongue to lick and suck on the underwear, making extremely erotic sounds. In no time, the entire underwear was soaked and transparent, revealing the throbbing penis and the alluring cavern inside. The burly man ripped off the last piece of clothing, and the love juice stuck to the underwear was pulled into a silvery thread before finally separating from the man's buttocks. The burly man was stunned, because the man before him was even more alluring than he had imagined. The child stared in disbelief at the man's unusual anatomy: beneath his male genitalia, the labia majora of a woman were exposed. He was intersex! The child understood everything. Legend had it that when a demon and a human mated, the offspring's genes would undergo some degree of mutation, and intersex individuals were one such mutation. This man carried both demon and human blood; no wonder his body was so flexible, his gender indistinguishable, and his dancing so beautifully. The child understood everything. "Grandpa wants to drink your milk, quickly give Grandpa a taste!" The burly man pierced the man's labia with his thumb and his anus with his middle finger. His other hand, in a claw-like grip, seized one of his breasts with immense force, squeezing the flesh between his fingers. The man winced in pain, his chest heaving, his body convulsing, shaking his head desperately, tears welling in his eyes. The calloused fingers of the rough man rubbed against his tender inner walls, causing a sharp, painful itch, like two domineering insects biting and nibbling at his flower-like opening, an unbearable itch. Chapter Three of The Legend of the Heavenly Soul: The physique of a human-demon union caused Qianfan's body temperature to rise. His two lower orifices, maliciously ravaged, had turned his skin a crimson hue, and the openings within were hot and moist, a rare and intoxicating place. As the burly man's fingers withdrew, trickles of nectar flowed down, dripping onto the ground and spreading into glistening puddles, filling the air with a sour, salty smell. The breasts beneath the burly man's hands were much fuller, their lines full and beautiful, their thin skin white with a hint of pink, incredibly soft to the touch, brimming with juice, like ripe peaches. He felt the time was right and lowered his head to suckle again, but this time, he still couldn't draw anything out. With his last ounce of strength, Qianfan closed his milk ducts, refusing to open them to let anyone suckle his milk, no matter how much they tormented him—it was the last remaining dignity of his manhood. "Damn it!" The burly man slapped him across the face, roaring angrily, "You bitch, you can't stand not being fucked! Let's see how long you can keep this up!" With that, he pulled down his pants and forcefully thrust into Qianfan's lower body with a "smack." The boy only saw the man scream "Ah—" as his soft, snake-like body tensed up instantly. From the angle on the bed, he could only see the man's head thrown back, the pained expression on his face, his heaving chest, and the erect nipples on his full breasts. He couldn't see which opening the man had penetrated, couldn't see the thick glans plunging into the man's vulnerable lower body like a sword being sheathed, couldn't see the tearing opening constantly flowing with bright red blood. The violent thrusting almost caused Qianfan to lose control of her breasts, and a little milky white fluid oozed from her nipples. The burly man was overjoyed: "You slut, you finally came!" He opened his mouth and sucked on the hard nipple, pulling upwards forcefully, but apart from a tiny bit of milk sticking out, he couldn't suck anything else. Angrily pulling away, the burly man slapped Qianfan again: "Still pretending to be a virtuous woman! You filthy, slutty bitch! You'll get what you deserve—""Pretend—" Like a crazed beast, he aimed his finger at Qianfan's nipple and stabbed it hard, denting the center of her breast and squeezing out milk, causing it to swell like a lifebuoy. "Ah...don't do this...I can't take it..." Qianfan pleaded, her breast pinned down by the man's cruel fingers, the cold floor beneath her. She dared not breathe, even the slightest rise and fall of her chest brought excruciating pain. Seeing her finally give in, the burly man became even more arrogant. "You can't take it? You filthy bitch, my treasure hasn't even had its pleasure yet." He used his free hand to lift one of Qianfan's thighs and began thrusting, slowly at first, then faster. Qianfan's body was pulled back and forth by him, her moans growing more urgent and intense with each thrust. "Ah...enough, enough!" "No...please stop...ahh...please don't..." The injured flower hole couldn't withstand the abuse; every pull caused him unbearable pain. The rough man was enjoying the sensation of being squeezed so tightly that he no longer cared about the milk, focusing solely on thrusting into his lower body: "Tight, so tight, you...you're amazing!" Qianfan's chest heaved, her two pale thighs draped over the burly man's shoulders, swaying back and forth. Her lower body was filled to the brim; the honeyed fluid and blood inside couldn't flow out, only flowing back in, making her lower abdomen slightly swollen. She had been inexplicably raped again. Only with each piercing pain did she feel certain she was alive, painfully living in this world. If life was so painful, why didn't she die? Tears blurred her vision; she couldn't find the answer. Exhausted, both physically and mentally, she could no longer endure the torment. Slowly, slowly, she went limp, her hands falling to the ground, no longer offering futile resistance. But she still tightly closed her nipples, preventing the shameful juices from falling into the rapist's mouth. The burly man, having tasted the intoxicating pleasure of her body, attacked with even greater force. "Ah!!" "Qianfan cried out, opening his eyes. Good heavens! He noticed the child's gaze. The child on the bed had woken up sometime earlier and was staring at him with wide, curious eyes. In those innocent eyes, he seemed to see his own filth. No! The boy was so young; he shouldn't have to see the ugliness of the world so early. "No! Don't look...you...don't look..." He gasped for breath, not wanting to have a bad influence on the child. His pleas were powerless to stop the child's probing gaze. He felt both anxious and ashamed. Suddenly, his lower orifice tightened, and the rough man roared, his semen gushing out with a "squeak" inside him. Even after the release, his weapon remained hard. It was abruptly pulled out, grinding against Qianfan, causing him to let out a soft, sweet cry that sent shivers down one's spine. The man's penis swelled even more; he wasn't satisfied and wanted to thrust his treasure into Qianfan's other orifice. "Enough already, aren't you tired? I'm tired just watching you." A child's innocent voice rang out. The child pushed away the woman's stiff body, skipped off the bed, and sat down at the antique black pear wood octagonal table. He poured himself a cup of steaming tea and sipped it contentedly. In Chapter Four of *The Legend of the Heavenly Soul*, the burly man, annoyed that his good time had been interrupted by the suddenly awakened child, shouted, "Hey, Sister Tao, keep this kid in check! Don't let him run around and disturb my pleasure... uh..." Before he could finish, his face turned ashen, and he clutched his neck, seemingly struggling to breathe. "Help... Sister Tao... help me..." The woman on the bed seemed completely deaf, her back turned and motionless. The burly man, unable to get help, suffocated like a fish out of water, thrashed a few times before his eyes rolled back, and he collapsed to the ground, his bear-like body pressing down on Qian Fan. Qian Fan stared blankly at the perpetrator lying on top of her, unsure whether he was dead or alive, and it took him a long time to recover. He frantically pushed the person away, then picked up the tattered clothes torn to pieces from the floor to cover his naked body. His lower body ached, and blood continued to flow from the wound. He skillfully and gently massaged his abdomen to clear away the filth. He sat on the floor, the red and white fluid slowly trickling down his thighs, his abdomen flattening again. He let out a soft sigh, his gaze towards the child filled with shame, but mostly disbelief. "Child, you...how did you wake up?" To ensure the plan's success, the organization had gone to great lengths; the dosage of anesthetic was twice that of an adult, far beyond what a child could withstand. And he...won't he wake up so quickly? Qianfan looked worriedly at the woman sitting stiffly on the bed; her condition was probably no better than Wang Hu's. "What did you do to them?" "There are only a few people in the room. Even if he's stupid, he can tell it was the child who did it." Qianfan looked at the child cautiously: "Please... don't make things too difficult for them. They're all unfortunate people..." The last part of her sentence disappeared in the sharp gaze the child swept over her. "You're not worried about yourself, but instead you're pleading for those who bullied you? Are you out of your mind?" The child blinked and downed the tea in his cup in one gulp. "You think I don't know that the fragrance on you is mixed with a sleeping potion? The person you were originally trying to capture wasn't me, was it?" If they knew his identity and still dared to plot against him, then these people were truly courting death. Foolish humans, don't they know that sleeping potions have no effect on him at all? His light sleep just now was only because he hadn't slept for a long time, and the dancer's scent unexpectedly made him relax, so he accidentally fell for their trick. "Speak." The child poured another cup of tea and slowly brought it to his lips. "Tell me your plan in detail, and I might consider sparing your life." Qianfan felt it was wrong to involve this innocent child. But this child was probably no simpleton; a single glance exuded a powerful aura of authority. Three worthless lives were in his hands. In this situation, he seemed to have no other choice. So, he spoke softly and recounted the organization's plan in detail. The child listened, his eyes narrowing slightly: "Heh, so your target is that little girl, Huiyuanxi..." Qianfan knelt beside the child, pleading, "We may have committed heinous crimes, but... but please, young master, spare them! They were just servants following orders; their crimes don't deserve death." "Actually, I was the main person in charge of this mission. If you insist on killing someone, then kill me..." "..." The child glanced at the body covered in love marks with disgust, his fingers finally finding a clean, unstained patch of skin on Qianfan's beautiful, slender neck. The child's two fingers lingered on Qianfan's neck, pressing against the vibrant carotid artery, warm and pulsating. "They bullied you like this, don't you hate them? And you keep pleading for them, are you putting on an act for me?" Qianfan smiled bitterly: "In the past two years, although they and I weren't exactly close, we were 'comrades' who spent every day together. We laughed together on the same joke, and complained together about an inhumane mission. I have nothing left but these few 'comrades'. If their crimes are to be punished, it should be left to the law. I just don't want them to die tragically here. Xiaotao, she's still a girl not even twenty years old, she..." "Enough." The child rubbed his temples. "You still have the nerve to talk to me about the law?" He scoffed, tilting his head to think for a moment. "Fine, I'll let them go, but you have to come with me. That's the condition." "What? Me...go with you?" Qianfan repeated, making sure he hadn't misheard. The child, with precocious maturity, hooked his chin with two fingers, staring into his narrow phoenix eyes, and smiled wickedly. "That's right. I'll take you away from here, and you must serve me for life, remaining loyal to me without exception. Then I'll agree to let go of the people you consider 'important.' How about it, are you willing?" Chapter 5 of The Legend of the Heavenly Soul: A Heterosexual Demon Descendant. A thousand pieces of gold are hard to find. The fact that the leader of the organization hadn't sold him to the laboratory was already a great favor. Of course, that was a favor he had obtained at the cost of his body. Qianfan didn't know why the child wanted him to go back with him. He was a little flustered, lowered his head, and dared not answer. His hands unconsciously tightened the front of his clothes. He stammered, "But...but the organization probably won't let me go easily...uh?!" His chin was lifted again, the child forbidding him to look away, forcing him to look directly at him. "What's your name?" "...My name is...Qianfan." The child pursed his lips, seemingly lost in thought. After a while, he said, "Where a thousand sails have passed, old friends will come. A very good name. I like you very much. Come back with me, okay?" Qianfan was suddenly stunned. The handsome little face so close to his was devoid of the carefree smile he had when he called him "big sister," the cold, sword-like murderous intent he had displayed when controlling others' lives, and the disdainful sarcasm he had shown after learning of their plan. At this moment, the child was simply looking at him calmly, but there was a loneliness in his eyes that Qianfan could understand. Looking into the child's eyes, he could touch his fragile heart, like someone who hadn't rested in a long time, so weary, so disgusted with the world... He could see all of this clearly, even though the child tried his best to hide these emotions under an impeccably calm face.Involuntarily, he nodded, entrusting everything to the child he was meeting for the first time, someone he knew nothing about. Was this a transaction, a gamble, or a carefree indulgence? "Alright, since you've agreed, from now on, I'm your master, Qianfan." The little boy beamed, as if he had unexpectedly acquired an interesting toy. "I'll protect you, and I won't let anyone else bully you." He said slyly, a voice inside him saying: Of course, I can bully you anytime, anywhere. The child stood up, barely taller than Qianfan kneeling on the ground. He glanced at Qianfan's disheveled lower body. "Never mind, I'll take you back and treat you. The negotiations next door are about to end, so hurry up and change your clothes and come with me." "What... what about them?" Qianfan reminded him, not forgetting the two "corpses" still in the room. "They're fine, they won't die." The child didn't even bother to reply, pulling up the hood of his clothes to cover his face, putting his hands in his pockets, and strolling out the door. Qianfan quickly rummaged through the wardrobe, grabbed an outfit, put it on, and chased after him. Upon exiting, she found the two men and one woman who had gone into the next room already waiting to greet her. The young man, with long hair tied back, had gentle eyes. He leaned forward slightly and whispered a few words in the child's ear. The child nodded and replied, "It's good that it's settled. It's alright that the little girl didn't come. She's only just taken office; it's normal that she hasn't been able to suppress some opposition forces yet. It's fine if she doesn't want to show her face." The other man stood tall, his straight hair only reaching his shoulders, wearing sunglasses that obscured his features. This man exuded coldness; even from a distance, he was already chilling. Qianfan felt his gaze fixed on her. Sure enough, the man asked the child, "Who is he?" in an unfriendly tone. The child turned around, took Qianfan's cold hand, and smiled sweetly, "This is my new toy." Then, ignoring the astonished looks from the crowd, he pulled Qianfan outside. The car was already waiting outside the gate. The child shoved Qianfan into the back seat, sat down next to him, and then told the driver to drive away. "Where are the others?" Qianfan looked out the back window; the three figures stood in the night wind. The child yawned. "Don't worry, they know how to go back. Who wants to listen to their nagging?" He curled up in the back seat, unceremoniously resting his head on Qianfan's lap. "I still have things to take care of when we get back. Let me get some sleep for a while..." His voice trailed off, the child's breathing even and long, like a kitten falling asleep from exhaustion. Qianfan gazed at that incredibly beautiful sleeping face, a feeling of tenderness rising in his heart. He reached out to help him sit up straight, making the little guy more comfortable, and gently held him, trying to minimize the bumps in the car. A few strands of hair brushed against the child's face. Qianfan tucked them behind his head, but before he could retract his hand, the child pulled him close and hugged him tightly. Qianfan thought he had accidentally woken him up. After observing for a while, he found that the child was still sleeping soundly, but his long eyelashes trembled constantly, with a few teardrops hanging on them, making him look very pitiful. Then, Qianfan clearly heard the child's sleep-talking, and he called out again and again with a sorrowful, almost heart-wrenching sob: "Brother, brother, please... forgive me..." Chapter Six of The Legend of the Heavenly Soul "Young master, it's time to get up. His Highness has been waiting in the palace for a long time." The maid standing by the bath called several times before the man in the pool came back to his senses. Qianfan, who had been in a daze, suddenly noticed that several beautiful women in white with silver hair had appeared in the bathroom at some point, and were standing around the pool, staring at him curiously and smiling. He was so embarrassed that he quickly hid his body in the water and stammered: "You... don't need to come and help me... I can do it myself..." The maids, seeing that he was shy, all covered their mouths and chuckled. "Young master, please don't mind. His Highness instructed us to come and serve you during your bath. It's getting late, you should get into the water. Let us dry you off." Qianfan was still somewhat aloof, but he forced himself to remain composed and said, "I'm not used to court etiquette, please excuse me for a moment." The maids exchanged glances, and finally had no choice but to compromise, leaving the bathhouse one after another: "Then... please make yourself at home, young master. Please don't keep His Highness waiting." That child... no, now he should address him respectfully as His Highness. Qianfan sighed, his already heavy heart inexplicably becoming even heavier. They say serving a ruler is like serving a tiger, and he only knew that the days ahead would probably be even more difficult. Stepping out of the bath, he looked out from the floor-to-ceiling windows, taking in the entire city. This city was small, with fewer than 30,000 residents, but the towering palace was like a sharp blade, stuck in the heart of the celestial realm, inspiring fear in the mortal world and becoming a thorn in the side of the celestial beings. This is Shuntian City, known as the "Demon Realm," the place where the remnants of the demon race live. Three years ago, the demon race was an independent nation, closed off from the outside world. However, humanity's fear of the demons ignited war. Several powerful human nations united to launch a siege against the demons. The war lasted a full year. The demons were isolated and helpless, ultimately defeated. Countless of their people died in the war, almost facing extinction. Later, the celestial beings intervened, quelled the conflict, and absorbed the few remaining demon survivors. They also carved out a fertile land for the surviving demons to recuperate, thus creating the Shuntian City we know today. And that child, named Mingye, is the younger brother of the master of Shuntian City—the Demon Lord Hengye. Although young, Prince Mingye is a highly controversial figure. Legend has it that the previous Demon Lord and Queen both died in the war, and Hengye, as the Crown Prince, was determined to fight and would rather die than surrender. The young Prince Mingye, barely ten years old at the time, imprisoned his elder brother and surrendered to the Heavenly Realm, saving the Demon Clan from annihilation. However, the surviving people were not grateful to the young prince. Although Prince Mingye immediately released his brother and returned power to him after the war, the surrender still did not earn the forgiveness of his people. Wearing a clean robe, Qianfan was led to Prince Mingye's bedroom. Before even reaching the door, she heard a woman's sharp voice from inside: "Your Highness, how many times have I told you not to read documents in bed? Did you even listen?" The voice wasn't harsh; it was clear and melodious, like a beautiful bird singing in the morning, quite pleasant to the ear. Because of Qianfan's arrival, the servant guarding the door announced her arrival, and the sharp voice immediately fell silent. Qianfan entered the room and was met by a girl about the same age as Xiaotao. She stood with her hands on her hips, glaring at him with her almond-shaped eyes as if he were her enemy. The girl's pretty face was drawn, sending an unfriendly message. He was too embarrassed to greet her with a smile, especially since he didn't know what he had done to offend her. So he remained silent. Seeing his submissive appearance, the girl's expression softened somewhat, but her words were still sharp, refusing to let him off the hook: "I thought you were some kind of clever person, catching the little prince's eye. Humph, you're nothing special after all..." "Yiquan!" A childish voice, full of authority, came from the bed, interrupting the girl's further ridicule. “From now on, Qianfan will take care of my daily needs, so you can relax a bit.” Yiquan puffed out her cheeks, rushed to the edge of the bed, and knelt down on both knees: “Your Highness! What do you mean by being so formal? Taking care of you is my duty. When have I ever complained about being tired? Is there something I’ve done wrong? If you’re not satisfied, you can tell me, and I’ll correct it. Why are you sending me away?” As she spoke, her voice grew louder with sobs. The little girl, who had been leaning against the headboard, put down the documents in her hand and patted Yi Quan's head with her small, white hand. "I'm not trying to send you away." The little girl smiled, a deep, unfathomable smile on her face: "Yi Quan, my brother isn't well. Go over there and 'take care' of him for me, understand?" Upon hearing this, Yi Quan's expression turned serious. Her previous aggrieved look vanished instantly, replaced by a stern face, slightly ruthless. She nodded slightly: "Yes, I understand." "That's good. It's late, you should go and rest." "But, he..." Yi Quan glanced again at the man standing woodenly at the door, her eyes full of scrutiny. The young prince smiled, "I have my own arrangements, don't worry. I've remembered everything you instructed, I won't forget." He added at the end, "I promise!" Yi Quan reluctantly left, not forgetting to warn Qian Fan as she passed, "It's up to you now. Take good care of the young prince. Come see me tomorrow when you have time; there are some handover matters I need to clarify with you." Faced with this assertive woman, Qian Fan could only obediently nod. In Chapter Seven of *The Legend of the Heavenly Soul*, as they brushed past each other, Yi Quan's lips didn't move, yet her voice echoed in Qian Fan's mind: "By whatever means necessary, please persuade the young prince to get some sleep. He hasn't slept for four or five days." Qian Fan was astonished, wondering what kind of magic she used to transmit words directly into his mind. The palace door slowly closed. Standing in the large, empty room, Qian Fan felt somewhat lost, unsure what to do next, his anxious gaze drifting towards the child on the bed.Legend has it that ordinary food is insufficient to nourish the bodies of demons, who must periodically consume the essence of humans. Yet, these creatures, hated and feared by humans, possess a beauty bordering on sinister. Qianfan knows he is the offspring of a human and a demon; his demon mother vanished after giving birth to him. Therefore, he knows nothing of her appearance and has never witnessed demons devouring humans. His appearance is rather effeminate, unlike his father's. If this feature is inherited from his mother, one can surmise that she must have been an exceptionally beautiful woman in human eyes. But even that beauty pales in comparison to the child before him. Silver hair and silver eyes are characteristic of demons. The child's long, straight silver hair, spread out on the bed, seemed to absorb the moonlight. Beneath his curled eyelashes, his crystal-like silver eyes were intently focused on the documents in his hands, his focused expression possessing a natural air of authority. Below his delicate, straight nose, his lips had an unhealthy pale purple tinge, instantly evoking pity. "His name is Mingye, right?" Qianfan stared blankly at him. The little one was nestled in the soft blankets, holding a thick stack of documents, engrossed in reading them, seemingly unaware that there was someone else in the room. Qianfan couldn't imagine that the little one who had once curled up in his arms, sleeping soundly and crying pitifully, was the one who imprisoned his brother, then knelt before the Heavenly Realm, taking the blame for surrender, yet saving tens of thousands of demon lives. How much courage and fortitude did it take to do such a thing? How could a child bear such a responsibility? Such a powerful person, who should be rational and cold-blooded, how could he be hiding in his arms, silently shedding tears? Qianfan remembered that this child had a pair of lonely and weary eyes, a soft little body, and felt almost weightless in his arms, as light as a small animal, with a faint fragrance… “Qianfan, what are you thinking about?” A voice suddenly rang out in the silent room, abruptly pulling Qianfan back to reality. The little prince had put down what he was holding at some point and was looking at him with a smile. It was still the same smile he had when they first met, but back then, the little guy must have used some kind of magic to conceal his true appearance, so that even if one was amazed, it wouldn't be as breathtaking or soul-stirring as it was now when one saw his true face. Seeing Qianfan standing there, ignoring him, Mingye assumed he was having trouble adjusting to the unfamiliar environment, so he got out of bed and went to him. "I'm sorry for suddenly bringing you back. This place must have surprised you, right?" Mingye's eyes dimmed imperceptibly as he thought of his infamous reputation. He reached for Qianfan's hand but pulled back halfway. He muttered softly beside Qianfan, "You provoked me first, so don't blame me. You promised to stay by my side, and a gentleman's word is his bond." Qianfan was surprised by the boy's sensitivity. His tone revealed a deep unease, as if he feared she might leave him at any moment. "I didn't mean to go back on my word." The child didn't believe her either, and pouted. Qianfan thought he was going to cry, but instead, the little guy raised an eyebrow, grabbed her clothes, and threw her hard onto the bed, declaring fiercely, "You have no way out! Understand your place! I am your master, and you will never disobey me. Whether you like it or not, you no longer have control over your own life. You'd better remember my words!" Qianfan concluded that the little guy's emotions were extremely unstable, and that he was suspicious, unpredictable, and prone to mood swings. He smiled slightly and said gently to the child, "Yes, Qianfan has remembered everything the little master said, he won't forget." Then he playfully added, "I promise!" Mingye was taken aback, remembering that this was exactly what he had said casually to get rid of Yiquan earlier. His anger suddenly vanished, and he blushed a little embarrassedly, whispering, "Qianfan, I'm sorry. Um... you... sleep with me tonight... okay? I can't sleep alone, I'll have nightmares..." His pitiful pleading was the normal behavior of a twelve or thirteen-year-old child. Qianfan remembered Yiquan's parting instructions and nodded, "Okay, let's turn off the lights and go to sleep quickly." Who knew that upon hearing this, Mingye jumped up like a startled hedgehog, "Don't turn off the lights! I hate it when it's pitch black, leave the lights on!" Qianfan was startled by his overreaction and wondered: What kind of experiences has this child gone through to make him so averse to darkness? He quickly stepped forward and hugged him, gently coaxing, "Okay, okay, it won't be closed. Don't be afraid, I'm here with you." "Who said I'm scared?" Mingye glared. If anyone else had said that, he wouldn't have let it go, but hearing Qianfan say it, he only felt a warm glow in his heart. "Alright, go to sleep!" He swept the soft velvet blanket over them and quietly closed his eyes first. Qianfan almost doubted the exaggeration in Yiquan's words. This child was so well-behaved, falling asleep as soon as he touched the bed, unlike those who hadn't slept for days. The room was brightly lit, as bright as day. Qianfan wasn't used to it and tossed and turned without feeling sleepy. He simply lay on his side facing the little guy, peeking at his adorable sleeping face. After those insightful silver eyes closed, the little guy's expression was peaceful, and his delicate little face was mesmerizing. If he had such a handsome little brother, Qianfan thought, he would definitely cherish and protect him with everything he had. For a while at first, the little one slept relatively peacefully, keeping a foot's distance between them. But later, as he slept more soundly, the little one unconsciously moved closer and closer, eventually wrapping his arms around his waist, using him as a pillow, and burying his face in his chest. The chest was a very sensitive area for Qianfan; during the rape, it had been stimulated to the point of being full of milk. He should have taken the opportunity to express all the milk during the bath, so he wouldn't be in this embarrassing situation now. The little one's fluffy head was nestled between his breasts, his long, soft breaths brushing against his nipples, causing an unbearable itch even through his clothes. Qianfan felt extremely uncomfortable and had no choice but to move back, keeping his distance from the little one who had aroused his desire. But the moment he moved, the alert Mingye opened his eyes abruptly: "Hey, where are you going?" His silver eyes were full of displeasure. "Uh… no… nothing…" Qianfan couldn't explain, looking embarrassed. The little guy, with his sharp eyes, lowered his gaze to Qianfan's chest, which was now level with his own. It wasn't as flat as a typical man's; it was slightly bulging, emitting a sweet, alluring fragrance—a scent reminiscent of the rich, buttery aroma of baking cookies. Mingye looked up at Qianfan, whose face was flushed, then down at his chest, reaching out to touch it and explore. Qianfan quickly dodged, but in his haste, he tumbled off the bed. He cried out in surprise, "Ah!" He seemed to have fallen quite hard, thankfully there was a soft carpet beside the bed, so only his bottom was hurt. Mingye quickly climbed to the edge of the bed to check on him: "Hey, are you alright?" "Um… I'm fine…" The person lying on his back on the floor had his loose robe slip down his shoulders, unable to conceal the beautiful view of his chest; the hem of the robe was also open, revealing his private parts, clad only in pure white underwear. Upon seeing this, Mingye couldn't help but recall the lewd scene from that evening—Qianfan moaning and panting beneath a strong man, who had forcibly violated her. Although Mingye was a child, as a member of royalty, he received certain forms of education earlier than common children. Staring at the jade-like body lying before him, he fantasized about how alluring Qianfan would look beneath him. As he thought about it, he licked his dry lips, a eager glint in his eyes. Although he had received education on sexual matters, theory was one thing, practice was another. Moreover, Prince Mingye had only been taught how to treat a woman; he didn't know how to treat a man. Fortunately, the man before him, though older than him, was very simple-minded and not difficult to please. "Qianfan..." A small, fair hand, with impure intentions, cupped the man's beautiful face. Mingye knelt on the edge of the bed, leaning slightly forward. His long silver hair cascaded down like water, soaking Qianfan's fair body. Qianfan, unable to keep up with Mingye's rapid shift in thought, didn't realize the little boy was already plotting against him. Thinking he was worried about her injury, she smiled and looked up, reassuring him, "It's okay, I'm not in pain..." Their eyes met, and in that instant, she succumbed. The child's silver eyes were like two whirlpools, containing a thousand unspoken words. Qianfan could no longer look away, only able to stare blankly at that exquisitely beautiful face. Her body was out of control, but her mind was sharp; she knew this little fellow had cast a spell on her. Demons were masters at using beauty to bewitch their prey. Although reason repeatedly warned that sinful beauty would lead to eternal damnation and should never be touched, how many could truly escape it? Taking advantage of Qianfan's dazed state, his will teetering on the edge of slumber and lucidity, Mingye helped him to the bed, letting him lie half-reclined against the headboard, sinking deeply into the soft, white cotton. "Qianfan..." he murmured softly, nuzzling his head against his chest. "I didn't eat much for dinner tonight..."This was the truth; the little guy had barely touched the food on the table at Yuanyuanxuan, only drinking a few bottles of strong liquor. Qianfan nodded absently, "Yes, I know..." "I'm feeling a little hungry now, what do you think we should do?" His big, watery eyes stared at him, determined to soften his heart. Qianfan's gaze was hazy as he said, "Let...the servants bring the food...it'll be ready in a moment..." "But I can't wait any longer, Qianfan, will you feed me?" Mingye finished speaking, slowly approaching and gently kissing Qianfan's lips. Thin lips, not as full as a woman's, but very sweet, very warm, very soft... Mingye recalled all the kissing techniques he had read in books, trying them out on Qianfan one by one. Their lips lingered and intertwined, and without any deliberate rejection, Mingye's confidence grew. His exploring tongue skillfully invaded, savoring Qianfan's sweetness amidst the mingling of their breaths. The body's reaction was subtle. Mingye felt a strange impulse rising in his lower abdomen, his body wanting to move and rub against itself uncontrollably… Gods generally have shorter lifespans than humans, often only thirty or forty years, but demons are different; they can live for at least a thousand years. However, the demon race's conception rate is extremely low, only a few tenths of a percent, so their libido is extremely strong, requiring frequent mating to ensure the continuation of their offspring. No longer needing the mind-control technique, Qianfan's sensitive body was ignited with desire, heating up. His shy tongue slowly responded, licking and teasing the small tongue that had invaded his mouth. Just as he was reaching his peak of excitement, the small tongue suddenly withdrew, the feeling of touch and intimacy vanishing instantly. Qianfan felt a pang of disappointment, his red lips slightly parted, his eyebrows furrowed, looking at the person before him with a hint of grievance, begging for his favor once more. Mingye didn't disappoint him; his lips and tongue quickly returned to his body, but this time it wasn't his lips, but the smooth skin of his neck. The child buried his face in his neck, kissing him tenderly, his hands naturally resting on his chest. His small hands couldn't yet fully grasp his breasts, only barely covering the two bright red nipples. "Ah..." Qianfan let out a shy moan, his chest involuntarily heaving, offering his breasts to the child's hands for caressing. Mingye was surprised to find that he seemed to enjoy the feeling of his breasts being touched; the breasts beneath his hands continued to swell. Mingye then used his fingers to pinch the two nipples, gently twisting them— "Uh... Ah ha!!!" Qianfan cried out high-pitchedly, his chest rising high, his entire body going limp like a pool of spring water. Chapter Nine of The Legend of the Heavenly Soul: "Qianfan, your breasts are getting bigger and bigger." Mingye frankly stated the truth, sticking out his wet, slippery tongue and licking her high, firm breasts. Qianfan immediately sprang up as if electrocuted, struggling desperately against the torment of lust: "No...don't do this...Your Highness...please...please...please let me go..." Her handsome cheeks were flushed, her phoenix eyes brimming with tears, exuding boundless charm. Her waist was already weak, her hands hanging limply at her sides, her robe had already slipped down her arms, and her snow-white breasts were thus exposed without reservation before Mingye, allowing him to observe, play with, and taste them at will. The milky scent grew stronger and stronger, possessing a fatal attraction for a child. Mingye almost drooled on the spot—Fool, only an idiot would let you go like this! He climbed on top of Qianfan, pressing his entire weight down on him. He slipped his hands inside Qianfan's robe, wrapping them around his soft, slender waist, then flashed an angelic, innocent smile. This little demon prince was still a thin, frail child, not very heavy, but Qianfan's breasts were already full of milk, and even the slightest pressure was unbearable for him: "Your Highness… my chest… hurts… get down… don't press down… there… um…" Before he could finish speaking, Mingye's warm lips planted heavy kisses on his chest, light and frequent, like gentle spring rain, covering every inch of his round breasts, but avoiding touching the erect nipples. "It must be uncomfortable, Qianfan? Since you're uncomfortable, let's find a way to solve it, shall we?" Qianfan was panting heavily, and Mingye, like a kitten, lay on top of him, rising and falling with his rapid breathing. "I'm so hungry! There's no use in storing all this excess water in your body. Why don't you let me suck it out for you?" This… truly a little devil—no! A little pervert! Qianfan whimpered, whether out of shame or resignation, she simply turned her head to the side, tacitly obeying her little master. Mingye cheered, jumping for joy. He had learned his lesson from the rough man: unless Qianfan was willing to open her breasts, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't suck out the sweetness inside. No longer willing to wait, Mingye lowered his head and took a nipple into his mouth, sucking it "da da." He was like a newborn animal, eagerly seeking the nutrients it needed to survive. But Qianfan wasn't his mother; she was a fully grown man. The shame of being suckled like this was unimaginable. Qianfan clearly felt the milk being drawn from his swollen breasts through the narrow milk ducts. The little mouth, tightly clinging to his nipple, opened and closed, each pull making his body even more limp. Qianfan thought sadly, this extremely strange body was beyond saving; he had actually developed desire for a child! In the blink of an eye, one breast was completely drained, yet the little one still nibbled on it, unwilling to leave. The milk was so delicious; Mingye swore he had never tasted anything so good before—sweet and fragrant, making him wish he could swallow that soft, moist nipple like a piece of chewing gum. Unable to bear seeing his pitiful state after trying so hard for so long without success, Qianfan sighed, gently pulling his large head away from her chest with both hands. The little guy immediately pouted in dissatisfaction: "More! More! Qianfan, I'm not full yet, you..." Before he could say anything embarrassing, Qianfan quickly stuffed her other nipple into his little mouth. Mingye's eyes widened, unable to believe that he had been so stupid as to forget that Qianfan had two breasts. When the delicious juice stimulated his taste buds, he didn't think about anything else, wholeheartedly enjoying the food that Qianfan offered him... Chapter Ten of The Legend of the Heavenly Soul: The Little Demon King's eating manners were terrible and he was extremely greedy. Before he had even swallowed a mouthful of milk, he desperately squeezed the nipple between his lips and sucked hard at the top hole, making the fresh milk flow like tap water, endlessly. Qianfan's entire upper body was covered with the milk that had leaked from the little guy's mouth. Mingye, enjoying the delicious food, felt satisfied and couldn't help but steal a glance at Qianfan. He was surprised to find Qianfan's eyes tightly closed, tears welling in his eyes, his face contorted in pain—exactly the same expression he had when the rude man named Wang Hu had pinned him down. Mingye froze, suddenly realizing he had done the same heinous thing to Qianfan, forcing him. He stopped sucking, asking with a hint of grievance, "Don't you like it, Qianfan? Don't you like me doing this to you?" Qianfan's body was already in a state of arousal, warm currents gushing from his flower-like opening, soaking his underwear. Hearing Mingye's voice, he opened his eyes somewhat dazedly, his unfocused gaze unsteady, his sweat-drenched hair clinging to his face, his expression weary and weak, possessing a withered beauty born of abuse. Anyone who saw him would be tempted to do even more cruel things to him. "I..." He had only just begun to speak when his lips were immediately silenced by a kiss. This wasn't Mingye's first kiss, but it was the first time he'd kissed so unrestrainedly, simply because the person beneath him possessed an all-encompassing heart. This cunning child had long since realized that whatever he did to Qianfan would ultimately be forgiven, because Qianfan was weak, indecisive, and even without principles. Mingye's lower body pressed against Qianfan's abdomen, rubbing against him a few times, his lips close to his ear, whispering, "I want you..." He acted immediately, pulling down Qianfan's pants with one hand. Looking at the bulging white underwear inside, Mingye smiled, gently pulling Qianfan's legs apart. "Ah no..." It was too late to resist; the child, like a nimble little fox, slipped between his legs, using both hands—one hand constantly stroking his inner thigh, the other directly kneading and pressing his genitals. Qianfan could only lie there like a pregnant woman waiting to give birth, his legs spread wide, being violated in his private parts. He tilted his head, lost in ecstasy, moaning "Ah...ah..." drool dripping from his chin onto the pillow. His fingers gripped the blankets tightly, his body gradually losing itself to the manipulation, dominated by lust. Mingye pulled Qianfan's panties aside, and his erect penis immediately sprang free, trembling slightly, a drop of yellowish-white fluid seeping from its tip. The fabric that had been covering his genitals was now stretched narrow, nestled in the slit of his labia, pushing apart the plump, alluring flesh. His exposed vulva resembled a full, bright moon. Mingye merely circled his fingers carefully over the flesh, and Qianfan's waist trembled violently, moaning softly. His legs reflexively tried to clamp together, but he couldn't muster any strength, only able to open and close slightly, his small body rubbing against his crotch—a gesture easily mistaken for encouragement or an invitation.At least that's what Mingye thought. Looking at Qianfan's aroused face, his upper body stained with milk, his lower body overflowing with lustful fluids… he swallowed hard, his heart pounding, the sound of his own pulse echoing in his ears… He lowered his body, pressing against Qianfan's abdomen, rubbing back and forth… “Qianfan… Qianfan…” he whined hoarsely, his eyes gleaming with urgent desire: “Let me in, please?” Before Qianfan could answer, his hand had already unhesitatingly pulled down his pants, revealing his erect penis, unfortunately still as thin as a seedling, not yet a towering “tree.” Mingye sniffed pitifully, wiping the sweat from his forehead with his arm. It was his first time being forced into this situation, and he was very nervous: “I… I want to go in…” He reached out to tear Qianfan's inconvenient underwear. His hand trembled slightly, and after several forceful pulls, he not only failed to remove the wet underwear but also left Qianfan's private parts bright red. "No... Ugh! No..." Qianfan woke up a little from the pain, trying to sit up and stop the clumsy little boy between his legs. He had been raped just a few hours ago, his flower hole brutally torn apart, not yet recovered, and now it was being ravaged again, with traces of blood already seeping out. He pleaded in pain, "Your Highness... Please... Don't... Ah!" There was a sound of tearing cloth, and his underwear was finally off. His lower body felt cool, and without the underwear to block it, the lustful fluid inside his labia immediately gushed out, glistening on the edge of his opening. Mingye, blinded by lust, ignored Qianfan's pain, only talking to himself, "Are you ready? Then I'll go in." Impatiently, he grasped his penis, aimed it at Qianfan's vagina, recalled the rough man's movements, and thrust forward with force. It is known that entry requires skill; the force must be just right, not just brute force. He didn't know how to use finesse, blindly charging in, not only failing to penetrate Qianfan's body but also hurting himself. "Damn it! Why can't I get in?" The little devil, having hit a wall, naturally blamed Qianfan. "You...you open your body a little more!" In Chapter Eleven of The Legend of the Heavenly Soul, Qianfan didn't actually dislike the child; on the contrary, he felt a strange pity for Mingye. However, his past experiences made him extremely averse to sex, yet the nature of his human-demon union made his body contradictorily crave sexual satisfaction. Watching the little guy beneath him, eager for release but unable to find a way, his face flushed and helpless, he looked truly pitiful. Qianfan sighed inwardly: Oh well, this body has already been played with by countless people, what difference does one more make? Besides, this is the child's first time, and he's a proud little fellow who can't tolerate failure. And he's older than him, like an older brother, so he should guide him more. If he were to be rejected the first time, it would be his own fault if it left him with any psychological trauma. He slowly sat up. "Hmm... it's like this..." He spoke very gently, pulling away Mingye's hand from Xiao Hemiao's and using his own hand to stroke the thin seedling a few times. Qianfan's life was adrift, and these few movements were so skillful that anyone with a keen eye could tell what kind of life he had lived before. A thought of pity flashed through Mingye's mind, but it was immediately overwhelmed by pleasure. His small mouth opened slightly, and a joyful moan escaped. The seedling, which had been somewhat limp, was revitalized in Qianfan's hands and stood up again, full of energy. Qianfan felt it was time and skillfully guided the seedling to his crotch. "Here..." he explained in a low voice, his face so red it was almost bleeding. His eyelids were lowered, and he only dared to stare at the point where the two were joined, not daring to look at the child's face in front of him, afraid that the child's innocent eyes would see the contempt in his eyes, see his own filth. In the past, many beasts in human skin had ravaged him, indulging in pleasure and cruelly manipulating and enjoying his body. While experiencing ecstasy, they looked at him with extreme disdain, making him feel deep down that he was a complete whore. "...You should do it like this...uh...go in..." His flower hole burned with pain, blood mixed with honey flowing out continuously. The lubrication was already very high, and the thin little seedling didn't actually need to exert much effort to penetrate directly. However, the little guy had no expe
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