Erotic Legend of the City [Episodes 1-2 Complete] (Author: Unknown)

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The author of "The Erotic Tale of a City" is unknown.

Chapter 1: On their wedding night, it is said that Di Yun was framed by the Wan family and imprisoned, and Qi Changfa disappeared without a trace. Qi Fang was forced to stay in the Wan family mansion.

A young woman, alone and helpless, with her childhood sweetheart suddenly turned into a lecherous thief and having lost her father who was her only support, the once lively and cheerful Qi Fang seemed to have become a different person, sullen and unhappy all day long.

Wan Gui, who had long coveted Qi Fang, naturally would not miss the opportunity, spending his days with Qi Fang to pass

the time in her melancholy. As time went by, Wan Gui finally got his wish and agreed to entrust his life to her.

So the Wan family chose an auspicious day for the two to get married. At the wedding, the bride could not resist the repeated urging of the guests, both well-intentioned and ill-intentioned, to drink. She unknowingly drank several cups of daughter's red wine, her cheeks flushed, and her breathing became rapid. She was helped into the bridal chamber by her maid. Meanwhile, the groom, Wan Gui, was surrounded by the guests and was still drinking heavily, one cup after another.

At this moment, a commotion arose outside the bridal chamber. Several drunken men, shouting and staggering, burst into the room.

It turned out there was a local custom of "teasing the newlyweds." These men were none other than Lu Kun, the eldest of the eight disciples of the Wan family; Zhou Qi, the second; Bu Yuan, the fifth; Wu Kan, the sixth; Feng Tan, the seventh; and Shen Cheng, the eighth. Except for Sun Jun, the fourth disciple, who was usually quiet and reserved, all eight disciples (Wan Gui being the third) were present.

Seeing two maids inside, Lu Kun's face darkened, and he said, "Aren't you going out?" The two had no choice but to leave. Thus, the large bridal chamber was left with only the bride and a few men.

Red candles burned brightly, illuminating the room as if it were daytime; the bride, her head covered with a veil, sat on the edge of the bed. Actually, Qi Fang was still dizzy and knew the men had ill intentions, but as the bride, she couldn't easily confront them, and having drunk too much, she was powerless to resist. She could only submit to their demands.

The men surrounded the bride, and several already sat on the bed. Seeing the bride's exceptionally alluring figure, a result of her martial arts training, the crowd was overcome with lust. Although she was their master's daughter-in-law and Wan Gui was known for his domineering nature, these men were no pushovers either. Furthermore, the law didn't discriminate based on numbers, and the custom of teasing the bride in the bridal chamber was not something to be overly investigated. Therefore, everyone was emboldened by lust tonight.

The eldest disciple, Lu Kun, being the most senior and experienced, was rightfully to take

the lead. He took a deep breath and abruptly ripped off the bride's red veil. Perhaps because the veil had been covering her all day, a unique, rich, and intoxicating fragrance of virginity wafted out. The bride, blushing shyly, had a beautiful face as radiant as a peach blossom. Beneath her red dress, her full figure was curvaceous, her high breasts rising and falling, her breath sweet as orchids. The lustful men were mesmerized, only regaining their senses after a long while. Several of them found their lower bodies stirring, some already erect.

Lu Kun was the first to strike. He roughly grabbed the bride's full breasts, and because they were large and soft, his ten thick, dark fingers sank deep inside.

"Good breasts, so good!" Lu Kun couldn't help but exclaim loudly. The people around him were itching to grab them, and they couldn't resist any longer. They swarmed forward, treating the bride like prey, like a bunch of hunchbacks fighting over food. Bu Yuan opened his mouth wide and started biting and nibbling at the bride's face, leaving her face covered in foul-smelling saliva; Zhou Che stuffed his big bearded mouth into the bride's cherry-like mouth and delicate nose, making it hard for Qi Fang to breathe. He also stuffed a thick, large tongue into the bride's mouth, constantly swirling it around, and occasionally uttering incoherent words like "So fragrant!" and "Mmm, it smells so damn good!"

Wu Kan grabbed one of Qi Fang's full breasts and wouldn't let go; Feng Tan hugged one of Qi Fang's smooth, white thighs and kept stroking it, then nuzzled her vulva under her red dress like a dog; the most pitiful was her junior brother Shen Cheng, who had nowhere to go and was frantically pacing around, finally placing his hands on Qi Fang's buttocks and kneading them like dough.

Qi Fang was terrified by this barbaric attack. Although she had heard of the local custom of teasing the newlyweds, she never imagined it would be so barbaric—what was the difference between this and rape? To protect her virginity, Qi Fang twisted and turned desperately, but there were too many people, all of whom were martial artists and more skilled than her, and she had also drunk too much, so it was all in vain. On the contrary, the beauty's struggles only aroused the lust of the lecherous men, who found it even more exciting, and their actions became even more brutal and indecent, treating the bride as their object of sexual gratification and subjecting her to endless violence.

Lu Kun, the eldest brother, was a seasoned lover, skilled in matters of love and sex. However, he usually satisfied his lust by visiting brothels

and seeking out prostitutes. Encountering a sexy beauty like Qi Fang, who was also a virgin, was a rare treat, so of course he wasn't going to let her go. He was practically drooling. His two large hands rubbed against Qi Fang's clothes for a while, then suddenly he ripped open her collar and tore it open with force. With a "rip," he tore off most of her outer garment, revealing a pink bodice underneath. Her breasts, like two small watermelons, rose and fell beneath the bodice, as if they were about to burst forth. Lu Kun stared, his eyes wide. He couldn't wait any longer and ripped off the bodice. Her two heavy, full breasts suddenly sprang out, almost hitting his nose. At the same time, an alluring milky fragrance and a rich, womanly scent wafted out, so thick and tangible that it seemed impossible to dissolve.

Lu Kun could no longer restrain himself. He hastily opened his blood-red mouth and took the bride's nipple in his mouth, sucking on it noisily. At the same time, his hands were not idle either. He grabbed the two virgin breasts in each hand and kneaded them violently. Every now and then, he pinched the two bright red, plump, peanut-sized, and cherry-like nipples with his thumb and forefinger and rubbed them hard. Under the stimulation of the man's fingers, the two nipples swelled to their maximum size, so red that they looked like they were about to bleed. Sometimes, the man even squeezed them into two thin slices of flesh.

The two fleshy mounds were also subjected to a fierce attack, tightly gripped by two large, strong hands. His ten fingers dug deep into the snow-white flesh, and chunks of flesh peeked out from between his fingers. The dark fingers and white flesh formed a stark contrast, which was extremely obscene. Qi Fang watched as her breasts, which had never been touched or even seen by a man before, were being kneaded and flattened by a man who was almost a stranger. Tears of sorrow rolled down her cheeks and fell onto her breasts with a pattering sound. This only fueled Lu Kun's bestial instincts. He bit down hard on the tender, swollen virgin nipple with his yellow teeth, pulling it outwards and tearing it two inches!

He ripped the small, watermelon-shaped breast into a cone shape, causing Qi Fang to scream in agony.

Chapter Two: A Hellish Honeymoon, Section One. The next morning, Wan Gui slept until late morning. Qi Fang, however, hadn't slept all night, the nightmare of being gang-raped replaying in her mind. Thinking of how she had been protected by her father and senior brothers since childhood, and now alone, suffering this misfortune, her pure body so humiliated by several lecherous men, tears soaked her pillow.

When the dawn's tranquility was broken by the first birdsong, Qi Fang got up. After washing and dressing, she sat blankly in the bridal chamber, staring at Wan Gui, who slept like a log.

"I'll be spending my whole life with this man," she murmured to herself.

She thought of Di Yun in prison, and how she and her senior brother had grown up together, their hearts already pledged to each other. She had thought she had found her happy ending, that she would eventually belong to Di Yun. Although her senior brother was slow-witted, he was honest and kind. When they were tired from martial arts practice, Di Yun would hand her a towel to wipe her sweat, but he never dared to wipe it for her himself. He would just gaze at her from afar, smiling foolishly. At those times, she really wanted to lean her head on his shoulder.

Sometimes she would be a little fierce, a little coquettish, a little sullen with her senior brother, and he would always accept it obediently, never daring to disobey in the slightest, always trying his best to please his little junior sister. And in this playful bickering, this capriciousness and obedience, there was no shortage of tenderness and affection, it's just that Di Yun, that silly boy, still couldn't understand Qi Fang's heart.

Looking at Wan Gui on the bed, she felt even more distressed. Although Wan Gui had been kind to her these past few days, he still felt like a stranger to her. If she weren't helpless and needed to inquire about her father's whereabouts... Sigh, in truth, her heart still belonged only to her eldest brother. Thinking of this, she couldn't help but sigh deeply, feeling heartbroken. Unable to

sit still in the room any longer, she got up, pushed open the door, and went outside.

Stepping outside, she saw blue skies and white clouds, the sky clear and bright, and her gloom lessened somewhat. Walking along the corridor, she saw carved beams and painted rafters, numerous buildings all around, all with green bricks and red tiles, nestled among clusters of flowers, the red and green colors creating a beautiful scene. From time to time, she saw artificial hills, fountains, and other scenic spots, all perfectly placed, clearly the result of careful maintenance. What a magnificent mansion! No wonder it belonged to one of the most prominent families in Jingzhou; it certainly had an air of grandeur.

The corridor wound its way to a secluded garden, where she sat down to rest on a bluestone slab. This was a place Qi Fang frequented lately. It was quiet because it was far from where everyone else lived. Since the sudden misfortune in her family, Qi Fang's temperament had become somewhat melancholic, unlike the lively, carefree, and easily capricious young girl she once was. She suddenly became quiet.

Sitting down, she thought, if she hadn't been forced to drink several bowls of broth yesterday, she wouldn't have been defiled by that wicked man. Now that a terrible mistake had been made, who could she blame? She could only blame her own misfortune. Just

as she was pondering and feeling deeply remorseful, she suddenly heard someone cough from the artificial hill behind her, breaking the surrounding tranquility. Qi Fang quickly asked, "Who is it?" An old male voice replied, "It's me." As he answered, he walked out from behind the artificial hill; it was none other than Qi Fang's father-in-law, Wan Zhenshan.

Wan Zhenshan, the head of the Wan family, the most prestigious martial arts clan in Jingzhou, was about sixty years old. He was a robust and imposing

man with a slightly balding head and a ruddy complexion, making him appear exceptionally energetic. "Fang'er, you're up so early. Why don't you spend more time with Gui'er? A moment of bliss on the wedding night is worth a thousand pieces of gold." Unexpectedly, the usually serious and proper head of the clan, Wan Zhenshan, had become a completely different person today, speaking so rudely.

Qi Fang was puzzled when Wan Zhenshan sat down next to her and said, "How was last night? How was Gui'er treating you?" Qi Fang said, "Father, what do you mean?" Wan Zhenshan said with a forced smile, "Nothing much. The wedding night is one of the greatest joys in the world... It's just that my Gui'er has been used to being a womanizer these past few years, and his body has been worn down by love. Has he neglected you?" After saying that, he actually reached out his hairy hand to pull Qi Fang.

Qi Fang hurriedly stood up and said, "Father, what's wrong with you today? You're saying all sorts of nonsense, it's so embarrassing.

You're not usually like this." Wan Zhenshan smiled broadly, his eyes gleaming with lewdness, and said, "Before, Miss Qi was a guest, of course I had to respect her... Now that you and Gui'er are married, and you've slept together, we're all family now. Can't a father touch his son's things? Bah, ridiculous! What a joke! Come, Fang'er, let's get intimate..." He then reached out to pull Qi Fang.

Qi Fang jumped back as if stung by a scorpion, staring at Wan Zhenshan's shameless old face, her eyes seemingly spitting fire. She never expected that the usually dignified Wan Zhenshan was such a shameless lecher, utterly disrespectful to his elders, trying to take advantage of his daughter-in-law. She knew she had entered the tiger's den, her mind racing, trying to figure out how to escape.

Seeing Qi Fang's angry expression, Wan Zhenshan became even more interested. He leaned closer and said, "A beauty is most

beautiful when she's angry. Fang'er is truly stunning, the more I look at her, the more beautiful she becomes. Gui'er, I really don't know what good fortune you accumulated in your past life. Haha." He then sniffed and said, "Mmm, so fragrant. Young girls are different. This scent is truly intoxicating." With that, he pounced on Qi Fang with his large body. Qi Fang couldn't dodge in time and was tightly embraced by the old lecher.

Qi Fang was both angry and anxious, and cried out, "Father, don't do this! If you keep doing this, I'll scream for help!" Wan Zhenshan lewdly laughed, "Screaming won't do any good, no one can hear you here." Qi Fang was furious and punched him with all her might, but the blows hit Wan Zhenshan's body without any force, as if he were someone who didn't know martial arts. Qi Fang was startled and hurriedly tried to circulate her inner energy, but she felt empty in her lower abdomen and couldn't muster any inner energy. Had she been tricked? Qi Fang's mind was blank.

Seeing Qi Fang's bewildered expression, Wan Zhenshan chuckled smugly, "Don't worry, little beauty, you can't use your martial arts right now." "What did you do to me?" Qi Fang felt a sudden dizziness.

"Remember the cup of wine your father toasted you alone last night? That was specially prepared for you by your father-in-law." Qi Fang suddenly realized that this old lecher had planned this all along! She felt even more grief and indignation. It turned out that Wan Zhenshan had sprinkled "muscle-relaxing and bone-softening powder" into the wine, which could cause a person to lose all their martial arts skills within ten days.

Seeing Qi Fang's dazed look, Wan Zhenshan began to grope her without restraint. First, he used his large, calloused hands to grab Qi Fang's breasts through her clothes, one on each side. Qi Fang came to her senses and hurriedly tried to break free, but Wan Zhenshan's hands were like iron clamps, making her unable to move. She could only watch helplessly as Wan Zhenshan pulled open her clothes, revealing a light red bodice with a mandarin duck pattern underneath. Two mounds of flesh rose and fell beneath the thin layer of clothing with Qi Fang's heavy breathing, a deep cleavage slightly visible between them. The fragrance emanating from Qi Fang's breath mingled with the milky scent emanating from her cleavage. Wan Zhenshan's lustful eyes peered down from above the deep crevice of her breasts, seeing that the two peaks clamped tightly together, making it difficult to even insert a finger. "Let's see just how tight it is," he thought, and forcefully inserted a rough index finger from above the cleavage. The slippery flesh on either side of the cleavage was forced apart, jiggling slightly like jelly, until the entire finger was inside, tightly enveloped by the flesh on either side, obscuring the finger from view. Wan Zhenshan tried moving it in and out a few times, finding it very tight, and was extremely satisfied. He then gripped both breasts tightly through the bodice and began to move them in a circular motion around the cleavage. Throughout the process, Qi Fang struggled desperately, but couldn't move an inch. This only intensified the old lecher's pleasure.

Wan Zhenshan was a lecherous old man, well-versed in the ways of pleasure. He didn't go straight to the point, but instead groped Qi Fang's bodice for a while before suddenly ripping it off. Two full, firm breasts, like white doves, "suddenly" defied Qi Fang's will and eagerly sprang out, catching Wan Zhenshan off guard. Qi Fang was both angry and ashamed, turning her head away. Her two large breasts were steaming hot, like freshly steamed buns, too large to be fully grasped in one hand. Wan Zhenshan's fingers dug deep into the smooth, soft flesh. Due to years of martial arts training, Qi Fang's breasts were extremely elastic, plump like two inflated balloons, almost bouncing back his fingers. In the morning breeze, her two beautiful breasts swayed incessantly in the old lecher's large hands, emitting waves of erotic fragrance, the tender skin sliding around as if trying to escape the clutches of the lecherous man. All of this only fueled Wan Zhenshan's lust.

He kneaded Qi Fang's breasts until they were red and swollen, a third larger than usual, resembling two fleshy peaks rising angrily into the clouds. Wan Zhenshan opened his foul mouth and bit down hard on Qi Fang's left nipple with his black, filthy teeth, pulling it outwards with all his might, stretching it long and turning the breast into a spindle shape; then suddenly he released his grip, causing the nipple to snap back with a "snap," startling the breast into a "plop" of bouncing up and down.

At the same time, Wan Zhenshan's thick tongue lingered repeatedly on the two sacred snow-capped mountains, leaving a pool of salty, sticky saliva that emitted a strong, foul, and fishy odor, making one want to vomit. The stench almost made Qi Fang faint.

While biting down on Qi Fang's left nipple, Wan Zhenshan used both hands to pinch Qi Fang's right breast (her breasts were so large that it took two hands to fully encircle them), forcefully pulling his thumbs together. The flesh above his thumbs immediately gushed upwards like a white fountain, swelling even larger than before, swaying like waves. Not satisfied, Wan Zhenshan increased the force with his iron-like hands, squeezing Qi Fang's right breast like milking a cow. The snow-white, pink breast grew redder and deeper with each pinch, until it formed a blood-red gourd, as if blood would spurt out. But the lecherous old man showed no mercy, opening his mouth to suckle the engorged nipple relentlessly, seemingly determined to extract milk. Poor Qi Fang endured both physical and mental humiliation, wishing she could die immediately.

However, the real show was just beginning. After having his fill of playing with Qi Fang's two plump, fresh breasts, Wan Zhenshan immediately shifted his attention to her alluring vulva. To prevent Qi Fang from resisting, he simply twisted her arms behind her back, dislocating both her elbows. The poor beauty cried out in pain, her face turning pale and tears streaming down her cheeks. The old lecher didn't care about anything else. His large hands slid down Qi Fang's breasts, across her smooth abdomen, and touched her high, protruding mounds of flesh. He bent down and used his mouth to feel the softness and elasticity of his daughter-in-law's mons pubis, smelling the feminine fragrance emanating from her mysterious lower body. After only a few sniffs, his lower body was already throbbing and erect. While secretly praising, "What a charming treasure," he pulled down his pants, dragged down Qi Fang's panties, and forcefully forced his thick, hot penis, like a burning stick, open her two dewy, fragrant labia, reaching straight to her clitoris. Although Wan Zhenshan was old, he was still vigorous. His large penis thrust left and right in Qi Fang's tender orifice, rubbing against her delicate vaginal walls until they bled, staining the grass beneath her. The old thief saw this and took it as the loss of Qi Fang's virginity, becoming even more smug.

He thrust wildly, squeezing Qi Fang's breasts almost to bursting them.

After half an hour of thrusting from the front, the old thief's back began to ache. He lifted Qi Fang up, ordered her to place her hands on the stone bench, and then penetrated her vagina from behind. This penetration seemed even deeper than from below. The old thief became ruthless, each thrust hitting the flesh, each stroke piercing the core. His dark, hard penis left Qi Fang dazed, her juices splashing everywhere, her long hair whipping around, and she uncontrollably uttering moans, whether from pleasure or pain, it was hard to tell. Two large, white breasts swayed beneath her like water balloons, their movements in rhythm with the "plop plop" sounds of the penetration. The old lecher's lust intensified at the sight. He reached forward and grabbed one breast, caressing it at will, finding it incredibly sensual. Not content with just kneading, he pulled downwards, stretching the two beautiful breasts into long, thin gourds. Qi Fang screamed in pain, her face pale with agony; after all, breasts are made of flesh. The old lecher, disregarding Qi Fang's life, gripped the breasts tightly, using the leverage to thrust wildly into his daughter-in-law's tender orifice. Semen and blood splattered everywhere as his penis opened and closed with loud "bang bang" sounds, accompanied by Qi Fang's cries of agony and tears streaming down her face. Gradually, even her cries of pain faded; she felt as if her body was being torn apart, a living hell.

All around, birds sang and flowers bloomed, willow branches swayed gently—a truly beautiful scene. On the stone bench, a live sex show, or rather, a human tragedy, was unfolding.

After about the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, under the relentless thrusting of his penis, Qi Fang's vagina was overflowing with spring water. The old thief's penis felt warm and spring-like inside his wife's vagina, like soaking in a hot spring, so comfortable it felt like his limbs were melting. Just as he was enjoying himself immensely, he suddenly felt a tightening sensation, his glans throbbing and swelling, ejaculating thick semen, all of it hitting the depths of Qi Fang's flower.

Qi Fang sobbed softly. The old lecherous thief contentedly withdrew his dark penis, covered in red and white semen and blood, glistening in the sunlight, seemingly from being soaked for so long in Qi Fang's youthful, protein-rich honey.

Wan Zhenshan let out lewd laughter, his entire body trembling with pleasure. In his triumph, he swung his fan-sized hand down hard, a sharp crack echoing as it slapped Qi Fang's full, snowy buttocks. Her skin bounced like a startled rabbit, instantly turning a large patch of crimson.

"My good wife, you're mine now. Obey your father, and I'll guarantee you endless riches.

Hahaha..." With that, he strode away, leaving the naked beauty, like a lamb, on the stone bench. Qi Fang's vulva, like a small mouth, was still slightly opening and closing, leaking a red and white fluid that stained a large patch on the bench.

The scent of her vaginal fluid mingled with the smell of the garden grass, carrying a strange fragrance... After a long while, Qi Fang stopped crying, silently dressed, and slowly left, unaware of where she was, as if in a nightmare.

The second chapter describes how Qi Fang was raped by her father-in-law the day after her wedding. She never imagined such a misfortune would befall her. Ashamed to tell Wan Gui, she silently endured the bitterness of her situation. Her only hope was that Wan Gui would treat her better and that her senior brother would be released from prison soon. For some reason, she still couldn't let go of Di Yun.

She couldn't imagine how her usually honest and kind senior brother could become a "lecher" overnight.

She couldn't accept this "fact," even though reason told her she had to.

Initially, Wan Gui treated Qi Fang fairly well. However, as time went on, the philandering Wan Gui lost interest in her, neglecting the beautiful woman at home while he continued his philandering.

This gave the shameless old scoundrel Wan Zhenshan an opportunity. He harassed Qi Fang every few days, using his wife as a tool for sexual gratification.

However, Qi Fang's nightmare was far from over.

That evening, Qi Fang was taking a bath in her room.

A large wooden tub, nearly half a person's height, sat in the middle of the room. Qi Fang sat in the tub, only her fair, jade-like shoulders exposed. The tub was filled with hot water, with rose petals floating on the surface. The fragrance of the roses mingled with the scent of her beautiful body, filling the entire room.

Qi Fang gently stroked her arms, continuously sprinkling water on herself, carefully washing.

She seemed to want to wash away all the humiliation of the past few days.

Touching her snow-white chest, she let out a long sigh.

She felt she had married Wan Zhenshan, that old lecher, rather than Wan Gui.

In terms of interest in her, Wan Gui was far inferior to Wan Zhenshan.

Wan Gui's interest in women was fleeting. Once the novelty wore off, he lost all interest.

Even when he was intimate with his wife, it was always a hasty affair, leaving the aroused Qi Fang neglected.

However, this shameless, immoral, and incestuous Wan Zhenshan, upon seeing Qi Fang, was consumed by lust, as if he wanted to devour her. Whenever he had the chance, he would hold Qi Fang in his arms, biting and nibbling at her. Sometimes, even in broad daylight, he would pull down her underwear and have his way with her, making Qi Fang climax two or three times each time, leaving the delicate beauty sore all over and wet with desire.

Qi Fang, lost in thought and self-pity, was unaware that the window had been broken open, and two lecherous men were peeping at the beauty bathing. One of them was thin and sallow-faced, with a pointed mouth and monkey-like cheeks, and a few long hairs growing from a black mole on his left cheek, looking indescribably lewd—this was Wu Kan, Wan Zhenshan's sixth disciple. The other was rather dark-skinned and fat, with a full beard, small eyes, and a flat nose, quite ugly—this was Feng Tan, Wan Zhenshan's seventh disciple.

Since their first encounter with Qi Fang on their wedding night, the two men felt they had never tasted such a unique flavor in their lives and always wanted to steal another kiss. Every time they saw Qi Fang's slender and alluring figure, they would lose their appetite and be consumed by lust. Seeing that Wan Gui had gone to another province on business, it was the perfect opportunity to make their move. Today, the two of them finally bumped into each other.

Unaware of her surroundings, Qi Fang washed herself while lost in thought. She sat in the tub for a while, but her back ached, so she stood up. Qi Fang was of medium height, with a slender, graceful figure—slender in all the right places, and not slender in any other way. Her fair skin was slightly flushed from the hot water, which, combined with her long, black hair, made her even more radiant, like a peach blossom in full bloom, breathtakingly beautiful. An oval face, willow-leaf eyebrows, and eyes like pools of autumn water, brimming with tender affection; a delicate, straight nose, and thin, pomegranate-red lips, like budding flowers, their fragrance wafting even before they open; a fair, white neck, elegant and graceful like a swan, tempting one to take a bite; slender, delicate shoulders, charming and alluring, below which rise two towering peaks, like frost and snow piled high, trembling slightly, each peak topped with a plump, juicy red cherry, just like the "freshly peeled chicken head" in Tang Dynasty poetry, utterly alluring. Below the abdomen, the lines taper sharply inward, until the waist is so slender it cannot be encircled by a single hand. A round navel in the center is also quite adorable.

The two men's lustful eyes lingered for a moment on the small, cute navel, then moved to the beauty's lower body: two long, slender legs without an ounce of excess fat, reflecting the healthy glow of her skin under the light; her pelvis was full, clearly indicating she would bear many children; the dark, glossy hair between her pelvic bones was completely wet, obediently parted on both sides, slightly revealing the pinkish-red slit of flesh.

Qi Fang had not yet given birth, and coupled with her "naturally endowed monstrous cave," she was already an unparalleled beauty to be admired and enjoyed by men. Even after being violated a thousand times, her alluring orifice would remain as beautiful as ever, especially since she hadn't been violated much since entering the Wan family.

Qi Fang used a wooden ladle to scoop a ladle of water from the bucket and poured it over her head with a "whoosh," then flicked her head, splashing water everywhere, the movement extremely graceful.

Her two breasts swayed and rippled, creating a truly "wave-like" display, arousing the heart and lungs.

The two men stared, their mouths watering, their lower bodies also stirring with desire.

Wu Kan gave Feng Tan a wink, and Feng Tan understood. He pulled out a small bamboo tube from his person and gently blew air into the room through a small hole in the window, his face showing impatience.

A wisp of white smoke drifted into the room. This was "Soul-Stealing and Bone-Melting Powder," which Wu Kan had bought from a shady charlatan. It was non-toxic, but it could render a person unable to move their limbs for three hours, while keeping their other senses normal.

Soon, Qi Fang in the tub felt somewhat lightheaded, and her eyes began to glaze over.

In her hazy consciousness, Qi Fang felt that she had returned to her familiar home in the countryside of Yuanling, Hunan.

Strings of red chili peppers hung under the eaves, and Qi Fang's face was flushed.

Her senior brother and she were practicing martial arts. She unleashed her move, "Ten Thousand Wells, Man and Pig Annihilation," slashing her longsword downwards from right to left. Suddenly, her senior brother leaped up, dodging the attack, and with a move called "Man Appears, Sunflower Falls," he held the sword in his mouth and struck her temples with both palms from above.

Qi Fang paled, dropped her sword, and fell backwards. Di Yun, however, was quicker, catching her safely from behind.

Qi Fang let out a long breath, about to berate her senior brother for his merciless defeat, when Di Yun pressed his hands against her chest.

Her precious breasts were now covered by the man's hands, making Qi Fang blush crimson with shame. She was utterly at a loss.

Her senior brother began to shamelessly grope her breasts, his fingers squeezing them as if to burst them.

Qi Fang was overwhelmed with shyness, her eyes filled with desire, her breathing rapid.

Di Yun roughly kneaded his junior sister's large breasts, suddenly pinching her tender nipples hard.

Qi Fang screamed in pain.

"Senior brother, you..." Even in her unconscious state, Qi Fang cried out in pain, tears streaming down her face, before slowly regaining consciousness.

Her beautiful eyes slowly opened. She found two more people in the tub.

Although her mind was still hazy and her vision was blurred, Qi Fang could still recognize that the person in front of her was definitely not her senior brother. Who was it? Qi Fang struggled and tried desperately to remember.

The hideous faces from their wedding night suddenly flashed into her mind.

Qi Fang was both angry and anxious, but found that she couldn't move at all. Her limbs felt like they were filled with lead, or as if she were floating on clouds, as limp as a puddle of mud.

Wu Kan, the "senior brother" in Qi Fang's dream, squinted his triangular eyes, revealing a lewd glint: "Sister-in-law, I've missed you so much these past few days." With that, he embraced the sexy beauty from behind, his lean but large-knuckled hands tightly grasping her high, firm breasts, feeling their excellent elasticity. Sometimes he squeezed the two mounds of flesh inward, forming a cleavage; sometimes he made circular motions around her nipples; sometimes he pulled his hands back, pressing her breasts into two large, round pancakes.

The fullness and elasticity of her breasts made Wu Kan unable to let go. It was as if his hands were firmly glued to those two mounds of flesh.

At this moment, something hard pressed against Qi Fang's full rear, slightly sinking into the crease of her buttocks.

Wu Kan's foul mouth rubbed against Qi Fang's face incessantly, his stiff beard pricking her painfully.

Waves of his stench sprayed onto Qi Fang's face, making her almost vomit.

Qi Fang struggled incessantly, her hair disheveled, her expression sorrowful and pitiful. She opened her mouth to scream, but her mouth was already stuffed with her underpants.

Leaning forward, trying to escape Wu Kan's clutches, she inadvertently left her breasts in the hands of another lecherous thief.

Feng Tan's hands had already unceremoniously grasped the beauty's breasts, and he opened his mouth to take half a breast into his mouth.

Qi Fang's fragrant breasts, like melt-in-your-mouth desserts, slid through Feng Tan's foul mouth.

Feng Tan couldn't help but close his eyes, savoring the sweet and soft milky taste.

Although no milk flowed out, it tasted even more fragrant and delicious, whetting Feng Tan's appetite and causing him to salivate constantly.

His other hand wasn't idle either, pinching Qi Fang's other nipple and tugging at her other large breast.

Four hands and two mouths treated this pair of beautiful breasts as a sumptuous feast, devouring them with great relish.

At this moment, Qi Fang couldn't help but hate herself for being so voluptuous.

Under their brutal abuse, Qi Fang's breasts were covered with streaks of bloody finger marks, which, against the backdrop of her fair skin, made her appear tragically beautiful.

The lecherous Feng Tan, having had his fill of her large breasts, thrust his already erect penis into Qi Fang's lower body, pumping it in and out in the water with loud "thump, thump, thump" sounds, splashing water everywhere.

Because it was underwater, the penetration was very tight, accelerating the secretion of her vaginal fluids. Soon, Qi Fang's lower body became a veritable "waterway." A trickle of vaginal fluid, a pale white, oozed from her vaginal opening.

The fluid increased, seemingly making the water in the bucket somewhat murky.

Wu Kan, however, continued to tirelessly manipulate Qi Fang's breasts. At this moment, he forcefully pulled her nipples upwards.

The nipples immediately became very long, and her breasts turned oval.

Qi Fang cried out in pain, tears streaming down her face, her beautiful face pale and wretched.

He continued to fondle her breasts, letting his hands savor the taste of flesh.

Wu Kan's worm-like penis had long since transformed into a straight steel spear, directly inserted into Qi Fang's snow-white, plump buttocks. To be precise, into her buttock cleft.

Because both of them were naked, the stimulation of flesh against flesh caused them to secrete a lot of bodily fluids.

Qi Fang's buttock cleft felt as smooth and slippery as if it had been coated with oil.

Using the force of her breasts, Wu Kan began thrusting his penis into her buttocks, finding it strangely pleasurable.

The constant friction of his penis against the folds of her flesh and the squeezing grip of her soft yet elastic buttocks made it harder and hotter.

Under this unusual stimulation, even an old lecher like Wu Kan couldn't help but groan softly.

His hard penis, inserted into Qi Fang's buttocks, seemed to lift her up.

Qi Fang's body rhythmically rose and fell with Wu Kan's thrusts.

Although Qi Fang felt utterly humiliated, she couldn't control the waves of pleasure emanating from her lower body. After

sliding his thick, powerful penis in her buttocks for the time it takes to smoke a pipe, Wu Kan leaned back slightly, straightened his penis, and thrust it into Qi Fang's anus.

Until now, Qi Fang's anus had never been touched by anyone. Caught off

guard by the sudden intrusion, Qi Fang let out a cry of pain.

The vaginal opening was too tight; Wu Kan's penis only penetrated halfway into the glans.

The sphincter muscles contracted desperately, the tender flesh gripping the glans from all sides, making Wu Kan feel waves of tightness.

He showed no mercy, gathering his strength, arching his back, and thrusting in again.

His penis parted the layers of flesh, reaching deep into Qi Fang's rectum.

The two penises responded to each other, forming a pincer attack.

Although it was still tight, Wu Kan began to thrust relentlessly.

Like an ox plowing a field, he vigorously cultivated Qi Fang's anal canal, the tight grip of the flesh providing indescribable pleasure.

Qi Fang, however, felt as if her anus was being torn apart; all her muscles tensed, and she broke out in a cold sweat from the pain.

Under the torture of the penises, Qi Fang's rectal wall ripped, and blood flowed out, staining the bucket of water bright red.

Seeing the blood, Wu Kan's bestial nature was aroused; he swung his two large, fan-like hands and slapped her buttocks.

With a series of sharp "slap, slap, slap" sounds, her buttocks instantly turned blood red.

Qi Fang fainted from the pain.

When Qi Fang awoke again, two fleshy penises were still thrusting into her lower body, one in front and one behind,

as if trying to pierce her through.

Even the two lecherous men could feel each other's penises only an inch away.

Qi Fang involuntarily closed her eyes tightly; she couldn't bear to see her body being ravaged, it would drive her mad. She

didn't know when this nightmare would end.

The battle in the water lasted for an hour, and the two didn't seem to be about to ejaculate.

Wu Kan said, "Junior brother, is sister-in-law almost done washing?" Feng Tan understood, and the two of them supported Qi Fang from under her armpits with one hand, braced themselves on the edge of the tub with the other, and pushed off with their feet, lifting Qi Fang out of the tub.

They continued their lewd play on the floor.

This time, Wu Kan inserted his penis into her vagina, while Feng Tan inserted his penis into Qi Fang's mouth.

A filthy, foul-smelling penis filled Qi Fang's mouth completely, reaching deep into her throat.

Qi Fang could feel the shaft thickening, almost bursting out of her.

With each thrust, Feng Tan's testicles slapped against Qi Fang's lips.

This villain hadn't bathed in half a month; a stench emanated from him.

His long, thick, curly pubic hair pricked

Qi Fang's face painfully. Some hairs even occasionally stung her nostrils, causing unbearable itching.

Feng Tan slowed his thrusts, pressing his scrotums tightly against Qi Fang's face.

The young woman's rosy, delicate face nestled against the man's two large, hairy, foul-smelling mounds of flesh, creating a stark contrast.

Feng Tan's testicles roamed across Qi Fang's face, slowly gliding over her cherry lips, delicate nose, and beautiful eyes.

A strong, fishy stench lingered wherever they touched.

Feng Tan, however, closed his eyes, enjoying the sensation immensely.

It wasn't just physical stimulation, but also a gratification of lust.

Below, Wu Kan's penis continued its relentless thrusting, each stroke causing Qi Fang's labia to bulge and concave.

The woman's vaginal fluids were squeezed from her wetness by the penis, flowing down her thighs to the floor.

Feng Tan's lust intensified; he even pried open Qi Fang's eyelids with his hand, pressing his enormous glans against her eyeballs.

Qi Fang was beyond tears.

Eyes, so fragile, were now being used as a tool for the lecherous thief's lust.

The glans rubbed against the beauty's soft eyeballs, each movement causing excruciating pain.

The vaginal fluid secreted by the glans blurred Qi Fang's vision.

Bored beyond measure, Feng Tan forced his penis into Qi Fang's vagina.

One penis already filled her, now two were being inserted.

Qi Fang felt she was going insane.

The two penises thrust up and down, another fierce assault.

The two ejaculated almost simultaneously.
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