Enchanting

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Hearing his call, Mu Qingyou chuckled softly. She adored the eccentricity and unconventionality of her dream husband. When he excitedly suggested a role-reversal, she knew he was a cunning old fox with many wicked thoughts lurking in his mind.
"Mmm...so tight...does it feel good to be played with?" Her tongue swirled in and out of Huangfu Xuanzi's anus, Mu Qingyou smacked her lips a few times, leaving several kiss marks of varying sizes.
"Mmm...so good...good man..." Huangfu Xuanzi writhed his seductive hips with pleasure, anticipating further advances from the woman.
Perhaps Beitang Mo was right; he'd been playing the role of a homosexual for too long. He was used to having his anus penetrated. Although his purely masculine psychology still made him resist the touch of other men, now, with the woman he'd long admired playing with his anus, the satisfaction made him so blissful he wanted to die in her arms.
"You shameless slut, you're really in a hurry..." Mu Qingyou chuckled wickedly as she forcefully inserted three fingers into the man's open anus, slowly thrusting them in and out with the help of slippery saliva.
"Oh... ah... you used three?!" When he felt the pleasure mixed with a slight pain as his anus was stretched open, Huangfu Xuanzi turned around in confusion, only to find that this woman was even more wicked than he had imagined. She was actually using his anus as if it were a woman's elastic vagina, recklessly possessing it, without caring whether he could bear it.
"Slap! Slap!" Hearing the man's dissatisfied protest, crisp slapping sounds came from Mu Qingyou's palms, which were on Huangfu Xuanzi's buttocks. She deliberately thrust in again with fierce force, making the man unable to bear it and begin to sob.
"Ouch... you rascal... be gentle..."
"Gently?" Mu Qingyou raised an eyebrow.
He had been playing with her so much just now, why didn't he think of being gentler? Her nipples were almost bitten off by him, and now that a great opportunity for revenge was in front of her, how could she, Mu Qingyou, let him go so easily?
Although she knew it was a dream, the woman was completely lost in it. Her husband in the dream was playful and fun. He was incredibly beautiful and wickedly charming, making her reluctant to wake up.
It was truly a long and enchanting erotic dream—
"You slut! Do you want me to use three fingers on your ass?" Mu Qingyou asked enthusiastically, while pretending to pull all her fingers out. She only used her thumb to gently stroke and press on his open anus, refusing to satisfy his increasingly intense desire.
"Yes! Come in quickly! You rascal!" Huangfu Xuanzi panted, raising his buttocks a little higher, anticipating the beauty's rough treatment.
She made him feel so good, so addicted, that he probably wouldn't be able to leave her body forever.
"I knew you'd be so wanton!" Mu Qingyou pursed her alluring lips, her slender arms wrapping around the man's waist. The two stunning beauties' fair skin and jade bones intertwined in a wanton manner. She pressed her entire soft body against his back, rubbing and squeezing his breasts in a teasing circular motion before slowly moving downwards.
"Oh...you...you rascal!" The friction of her soft breasts against his skin was unbearably itchy, and when her erect nipples moved to his buttocks, Mu Qingyou increased the intensity of her movements, deliberately using her nipples to write and scribble on his buttocks.
"Ah, umm!" Huangfu Xuanzi's entire body tensed and began to convulse, no longer able to hold the strand of hair in his mouth, letting it stick to his lips, covered in his saliva.
Seeing the increasingly deep red of arousal on his skin, Mu Qingyou seized the opportunity and forcefully thrust four fingers into his anus.
"Um...no!!" Huangfu Xuanzi felt his rear end suddenly stretched open by something thick, the tender flesh inside writhing and rubbing against the woman's supple fingers. Pain was mixed with an indescribable pleasure, because this time, it was no longer a disgusting man entering his private body.
"Do you like it, my husband..." Playing with the man's anus, Mu Qingyou, to deepen his pleasure, reached forward and massaged the small hole on his head with her fingertips, spreading the clear, hot fluid that had seeped out back and forth on the groove at the round end.
"Call me again, baby..." Tightening his passage, Huangfu Xuanzi gripped the sheets beneath him, his breathing quickening.
"Husband...husband...husband!!" Mu Qingyou called sweetly, finding that she didn't dislike calling this illusory man such an intimate name. On the contrary, she felt honored to possess such a beautiful man in her dream.
So she worked harder and harder, thrusting her fingers wildly into Huangfu Xuanzi's rear, making him drool uncontrollably as the fluid flowed from the corner of his mouth. Crescent Moon Eyes narrowed in pain, her grip on the sheets tightening...
"Husband... is it comfortable?" Her nimble fingers relentlessly rubbed and pressed against his engorged member, forcing him to raise his head and let out low, beast-like growls.
"Oh... baby... baby!"
The man's breathing grew heavier, the air thick with the sweet scent of lovemaking. With a snap, one of his fingernails, embedded in the sheets, broke off. Huangfu Xuanzi roared, his tight anus contracting rhythmically, clinging to Mu Qingyou's sweaty fingers, finally reaching climax... Mu
Qingyou swiftly pulled the man's limp body into her arms, letting him lean against her chest, drenched in sweat. Her jade-like hand tenderly stroked the back of his head, offering solace after his orgasm.
"Did you have fun, husband?" She gently kissed Huangfu Xuanzi's forehead, her face unusually pale.
His needs were met, but the lust ignited by the aphrodisiac still burned fiercely within her. Any further delay, and she feared she would foam at the mouth and go mad like Huangfu Fuyun before. Just as she
was struggling to push her limits, the man in her arms suddenly opened his alluring eyes. His fingertips touched her pulse, and then he swiftly flipped her over, pinning her body beneath him. His handsome face loomed large before her, and she realized, her pupils dilated, that his fingers were probing towards her private parts…
“My wife, leave the rest to your husband,” a coquettish voice whispered in her ear.
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After being gently pushed onto the bed by him, Mu Qingyou felt herself becoming dizzy and almost drunk.
At this moment, her body was covered in frozen flower petals, the broken sap seeping into her clear skin, giving her a rich fragrance.
Huangfu Xuanzi's hands, caressing her, were so warm, while the petals he kneaded on her body were so cold. Her body felt like it was burning on fire one moment, and as cold as if she were soaking in an icy lake the next.
He pressed her down beneath him, his hands roaming over her entire body. The air was filled with the scents of fresh roses, ylang-ylang, and musk… all aphrodisiac, seductive aromas.
Mu Qingyou let herself close her eyes, lost in the splendid pleasure, oblivious to everything. All she could hear was his deliberately hot breath and his low, husky whispers.
"Little darling, does it feel good…?" His long fingers parted her pink vulva, and Huangfu Xuanzi scooped up a handful of broken petals, kneading them between her labia. Her labia mingled with the real petals, making it impossible to tell which was more vibrant, which more delicate and alluring.
"It feels good… mmm…" A cool sensation spread between her legs, followed by his warm fingers. Her slender, jade-like fingers slowly probed into the opening, then gently pulled in and out, stirring the vaginal fluids inside until the entire vulva was wet.
"Do you prefer me inserting it this way or this way?" A wicked smile played on his lips as Huangfu Xuanzi inserted two fingers into her soft, moist opening from different angles, teasing the folds within. His long tongue approached her lips, licking them incessantly as if he couldn't get enough of her taste. Occasionally, following the rhythmic "sizzle" of his fingers, he would invade Mu Qingyou's mouth with his tongue, entwining with hers.
"Not enough... I want more..." Before she could answer his question, a warm current uncontrollably surged in her lower abdomen. Mu Qingyou involuntarily hugged the man's smooth skin, her thighs rubbing against his waist, touching his jade stem. She desperately craved his further penetration.
"Husband... give it to me... give it to me..." Mu Qingyou, controlled by the aphrodisiac, gasped heavily, her soft, seductive moans growing ever more sensual. Seeing the woman's flushed face and the thin, damp sweat seeping from her snow-white skin, even the cool flower petals couldn't suppress the flames of the aphrodisiac within her.
Huangfu Xuanzi pursed his lips and got out of bed, a wicked glint in his eyes.
He pulled her close, coaxing her. He made her bend over, her back to him, legs spread wide, as he slowly pushed the smooth, rounded ice bead, which he had been holding in his mouth, into her burning vagina with his fingers. The
cold object rolled inside Mu Qingyou, stimulating her tender flesh to contract and try to expel it. But the perpetrator threatened her even more maliciously, saying that if it fell out, he would insert even more and bigger ice beads.
"No... Husband!" Mu Qingyou bit the sheets beneath her, her hips swaying uncontrollably. In Huangfu Xuanzi's eyes, those white, gleaming buttocks were simply a temptation for him to violate her.
He liked her like this, no matter how intelligent she was. As long as she fell into his hands, she would submit to his schemes, swaying her hips and waiting for him to penetrate her!
He wanted this little fox because he himself was an old fox who had been lonely for too long…
“Suck on my darling, just like you’ll suck on me later.” The man sighed expectantly.
Taking a deep breath, his jade hands scooped out handfuls of flower petals from the ice bucket and squeezed them onto Mu Qingyou’s body, leaving trails of beautiful red marks. The pressure was varied, sometimes light, sometimes heavy, as he gently pressed against her breasts. While kneading, he pressed his own penis against her vulva, which was held by her labia and moved back and forth. The icy, lustful fluid that flowed from her vagina dripped down his huge pink penis.
The Huangfu brothers were all exceptionally gifted in their sexual organs. Huangfu Ying’s penis was unusually thick, comparable to Mu Qingyou’s ankle. Every time she held his desire and endured the man’s rough entry and exit, Mu Qingyou felt a pain as if the folds in her vaginal canal were being completely flattened.
While Huangfu Xuanzi's penis was only the thickness of a normal baby's arm, unlike his elder brother's exaggerated size, this beautiful rod was not only vibrant in color but also remarkably long. As he rubbed against the woman's labia with rhythmic back-and-forth movements, his head repeatedly passed over Mu Qingyou's navel, extending towards her breasts.
"Husband...it's...it's melting..." Feeling the ice beads in her passage shrinking until they melted into liquid and trickled out of her opening, Mu Qingyou turned around and pleaded with the man behind her.
"Is that so? Then let me check." Her handsome husband smiled, his crescent-shaped eyes captivatingly beautiful. He stopped riding her from outside her opening and slowly inserted his fingers into Mu Qingyou's wetness, wriggling as he began to scoop out the melted ice water.
"Oh? It's really melted."
"Oh...husband...you're making me feel so good..." Feeling the long fingers inside her constantly squeezing, teasing, bending, and digging, making "sizzling" and "plop" sounds, Mu Qingyou's hips twisted more and more wantonly.
"Almost there..." Huangfu Xuanzi's bewitching face was tense; his male endurance had reached its limit. He quickly grabbed a handful of ice from the bucket and ruthlessly stuffed them all into Mu Qingyou's already open pink orifice. Then he lifted the entire bucket of crushed ice and flower petals high and poured it all over the woman's delicate body.
In an instant, her body and head were covered in cool, dripping water, and four or five pieces of ice slid into the narrow passage at the same time. Mu Qingyou screamed in panic, before she could even struggle. A hot, long object immediately pressed against her orifice and thrust straight in, bringing her to an instant orgasm.
"Ah... um... no..." A melting ice block separated the woman's clitoris from the man's penis, and Huangfu Xuanzi's head felt a chill first. Ignoring her shivering, he gripped her buttocks with a sinister expression and began to thrust wildly.
"You're finally mine!" His pink penis repeatedly entered and exited the wide-open orifice, greedily swallowed and expelled by the wet flesh. The spasming passage after orgasm tightly gripped his thick penis, each thrust producing a loud "plop plop" sound. Waves of melted fluid were squeezed out of the orifice, until only the still-warm vagina and penis remained glued together, performing a rhythmic piston-like motion.
"Oh... oh oh... you slut... I'll fuck you to death!"
Huangfu Xuanzi, like a madman, gripped the woman's buttocks tightly, moving wildly and unsatisfiedly inside her vagina, the fluid dwindling with each thrust. The slippery, lustful fluid rubbed against her flesh again and again, repeatedly penetrating and withdrawing.
The woman's body, glistening in the candlelight, was covered in what appeared to be sweat or water droplets that pooled on her skin and trickled down like clear springs.
Each time the dragon's head touched the woman's clitoris, Huangfu Xuanzi would quickly sway left and right before withdrawing, then continue thrusting shallowly. He wanted to enjoy the intense, licking sensation deep within her passage, the small mouth licking the small hole at his tip, sending a shiver down his spine.
"Ah...your penis is making me so numb..." With the lustful beast pounding wildly against her thighs from behind, Mu Qingyou felt like a walking pharmacy. Meanwhile, the doctor was relentlessly pushing a hot iron pestle into her core, crushing the leaves, and grinding herbs in a large mortar with the pestle's end. She ecstatically responded to the man's entry, her body swaying back and forth, her breasts creating alluring waves.
Gradually, a large puddle of erotic fluid accumulated on the floor.
Huangfu Xuanzi stood by the bed, close to the edge. To help her adjust to his length, he inserted his penis a little deeper with each thrust, trying not to hurt her.
After nearly half an hour, a small part of his penis was still sticking out, connecting to his smooth lower abdomen. His thighs hadn't even touched the woman's buttocks once. He desperately craved closer contact.
"You slut... oh oh... I'll fuck you..." Huangfu Xuanzi gritted his teeth, suppressing his desire to penetrate her completely. Only when the pain from Mu Qingyou's cervix gradually turned into an unbearable itching emptiness did the man let out a roar, using all his strength to thrust straight in, forcefully pushing open the narrow crevice of her vulva, squeezing the entire head of his penis into her uterus. Only then did the complete union of man and woman produce a loud slapping sound.
The fact that his penis could fully penetrate a woman's passage excited Huangfu Xuanzi even more, causing him to thrust his hips rapidly, each time plunging deep into her narrow, wet opening, creating loud "slap slap" sounds throughout the room as if he wanted to break her.
"Ah... Husband... You'll break me..." Mu Qingyou couldn't bear it and tried to escape, but he cruelly held her down.
"...You slut... I'll fuck you to death... I'll fuck you to death!" Huangfu Xuanzi half-closed his crescent-shaped eyes, his lips filled with thick, hot breath.
"Ugh... No more... It's too deep..." Mu Qingyou cried out in pain.
"You want to move, don't you... I'll let you move as much as you want!"
Seeing her struggling, he was very displeased and pushed her onto the inner bed. He then knelt on the bed, pressing against her vagina, making small, rapid thrusts while lying on her back, supporting his body with his hands, forcing her to crawl slowly on the bed while still being intimate with him.
"Slap... slap... squelch squelch..." The lustful fluids dripped onto the sheets, forming an irregular trail, as the two moved. Mu Qingyou crawled weakly around, her back to the man, being thrust into from behind. Her vagina, still wet from her orgasm, was being penetrated again, the man's pale thighs slamming powerfully against her buttocks.
"Ah... umm..."
"I'll fuck you to death... I'll fuck you to death!"
The aphrodisiac made her shamelessly engage in intercourse with the man. The two crawled along, their moans rising and falling.
She didn't know how much time had passed, but when Mu Qingyou's knees were completely weak and her vagina was swollen and numb, she finally heard Huangfu Xuanzi's passionate shouts.
"I'm going to cum, you... I'm going to fill your cunt!"
"Ah, umm!!"
The man's engorged penis trembled violently inside her, and streams of powerful, hot fluid shot into Mu Qingyou's body.
"Suck it in, not a single drop is allowed to spill!" Huangfu Xuanzi said fiercely, biting her ear.
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. "White gauze dress, green silk skirt, how can they make my soul break? This life is a dream of lotus flowers, in the next life I will still be the protector of flowers..."
The first ray of morning light shone into Xuanzi Tower, and Mu Qingyou subconsciously shielded her eyes with her hand, but she heard a man's hoarse and beautiful murmur in her ear.
The candle on the table had long been burned out in the middle of the night, and the candle wax covering the table was just right to prove the two of them had indulged in their passion last night.
At this moment, the fiery red light gauze nightgown was loosely draped over Mu Qingyou's naked body, and Huangfu Xuanzi was also lying on his side next to her, wearing a man's undergarment and smiling.
His slender fingers tirelessly stroked and kneaded the beauty's jade-like skin. Huangfu Xuanzi propped his head up and found that he loved the feeling of waking up next to her.
"Mmm..." Her whole body felt weak and sore, as if she had been soaked in a vat of vinegar. Mu Qingyou barely opened her alluring eyes a crack, only to be met with the man's magnified handsome face.
This is a dream, this is a dream, this must be a dream!
Clenching her fists, Mu Qingyou's almond-shaped eyes widened suddenly.
Her heart pounded wildly. The moment she fainted from the poison, she had already imagined that she might encounter something surprising when she woke up. Who poisoned her? Whom did they want to harm? These questions would all be answered if she hadn't died.
But she was already certain that Huangfu Xuanzi was Longyang Jun, so she never expected that she would wake up in his bed.
What did they do?
She sat up abruptly, but felt a chill on her chest. The thin fabric easily opened, and her two round breasts immediately came into view. She hurriedly covered her breasts with her arms in embarrassment, but the man only looked at her indifferently. There was not a trace of lust in his eyes, as if he, like her, was just a woman.
That look in his eyes reassured her slightly. He—after all, still had homosexual tendencies.
But looking down, she saw the varying sizes of red marks covering her almost naked body, and the similar bruises on Huangfu Xuanzi's clear skin. All of this was undeniable evidence that their relationship was more than just friendship. The man
was cunning.
After toying with Mu Qingyou all night, he had hypnotized her, allowing her to only remember the moments she had "raped" him. So, in Mu Qingyou's mind, as she desperately tried to recall the events leading up to this, all that filled her was the erotic memory of her ravaging Huangfu Xuanzi. It made her so frustrated she wanted to disappear into the ground.
The dream was meticulously planned, a clever scheme to turn the tables, a two-birds-with-one-stone maneuver by the fox. Huangfu Xuanzi not only created a scene to satisfy his sexual fantasies but also crafted the perfect excuse for himself when his beloved woke up.
"I saw you collapsed outside the window, poisoned, so I carried you in to help you detoxify. But after I finished, you grabbed my sleeve and wouldn't let me leave. And then..." The man paused, his delicate hand involuntarily tightening his grip on his clothes, as if afraid she would pounce on him again.
Damn it!
Mu Qingyou pursed her red lips in resentment. It must have been because she had been spying on him so intensely that the aphrodisiac had taken effect. He was so beautiful, so beautiful that she coveted him. She knew martial arts, while he looked so refined and weak; he would surely be unable to resist her advances.
She recalled her passionate licking of his anus, and how she had used four fingers to penetrate his rear. Looking up at Huangfu Xuanzi's swollen, bitten lips, Mu Qingyou forced a deep breath and calmly asked—
"Did I hurt you?"
Hearing the beauty's question, her fair face flushed crimson. Huangfu Xuanzi coughed lightly, a hint of shyness flashing in her calm eyes. Then, in an extremely gentle and pleasant voice, she shook her head reassuringly, "No, it's alright."
No matter how rough she was, she was still a woman, not more savage than his lovers. Huangfu Xuanzi's expression spoke volumes.
"I'm sorry... I..." She moved uncomfortably closer to him, her guilt intensifying at the sight of his pitiful, ravaged appearance.
This night raid on Xuanzi Tower could be considered a complete success.
Not only had she confirmed he was indeed a homosexual, but she had also pounced on her uncle like a hungry tiger... How was she going to clean up this absurd mess?
Thinking of this, Mu Qingyou felt a sharp pain in her head. She wanted to rub her aching temples with her fingertips, but Huangfu Xuanzi preemptively placed her jade-like fingers on her forehead.
"Don't worry, sister-in-law. I know you have the same aphrodisiac poison in your body as Yun'er. I... I won't blame you." The man's voice was soft, and a warm heat emanated from the acupoints he was pressing, making Mu Qingyou squint her beautiful eyes comfortably.
Grasping his slender hand, Mu Qingyou looked at his crescent-shaped eyes, which were rippling with emotion. She couldn't help but marvel at the wonders of creation, but she also remembered something very important.
"Why is there poison on your window paper?" She stared intently at his face, her expression serious.
Wasn't this strange?
Since he could help her detoxify, it meant that he was the one who most likely administered the poison. Who was it that was constantly spying on him, forcing him to be on guard?
The man glanced at her, then suddenly covered his lips and chuckled softly.
"Speaking of which, Xuanzi has to ask, why was my sister-in-law dressed in black and peeping at me while I was bathing and changing outside my window?"
Hearing this, Mu Qingyou's nose started bleeding again. Because she remembered the image of this man using ointment to care for his penis. That pink...long...rubbed and rubbed in his fair palm...
Instinctively, she squeezed her legs together, wondering if he had taken the opportunity to insert that rod into her vagina and stir it around while she was violating her last night. Just thinking about that lewd image made Mu Qingyou unable to sit still any longer. She quickly rolled off the bed, found her night clothes on the floor, and hurriedly put them on.
She had to get away from him, she absolutely had to get away from him! Who knew if she stayed any longer and would she suddenly become energetic and pounce on him again?
But all of this only made the man on the bed smile even more.
"Sister-in-law, it's daytime now. Are you dressed like this because you're afraid people won't know you have the ability to fly and disappear?"
That's right...
Mu Qingyou was speechless . Looking at the gradually brightening sky outside, she was momentarily at a loss.
"I have plenty of women's clothes. If you don't mind, Sister-in-law, let me help you pack them, okay?" The devilishly handsome man, after a long silence, offered the best solution when she was at a loss. His tone was consultative, without any threat, yet it made it clear she had no other choice.
Perhaps this was Huangfu Xuanzi's brilliance: cutting off all your escape routes, leaving you with no choice but to obey him.
"Then I'll trouble you, Your Highness," Mu Qingyou nodded shyly.
Looking at herself in the mirror, then at Huangfu Xuanzi beside her, Mu Qingyou was truly captivated by this man.
When she first met Huangfu Xuanzi, he was so gentle and aloof, detached from the world. A cold and unassuming man. How could he have transformed in the blink of an eye into such a bewitching and alluring figure, a truly stunning beauty?
Seeing that their attire was identical, both with their hair elegantly styled in a maid's bun at the back of their heads, secured diagonally with a jade hairpin, and their long hair flowing down their slender shoulders to their chests, making their small faces appear even more delicate and charming, she wore a light green brocade-trimmed dress, while he wore a flowing, seven-colored robe with tassels.
Both were equally graceful and elegant. Besides a touch of cherry-red lipstick, Huangfu Xuanzi had also used ice-blue pigment to draw an alluring peach blossom at the corner of each of their left eyes. When they appeared side-by-side in the mirror, the scene was like a meticulously crafted masterpiece, their beauty equally captivating.
"So beautiful—" Mu Qingyou exclaimed, somewhat mesmerized.
"Yes, so beautiful," Huangfu Xuanzi echoed, supporting the beauty's shoulder as he stood behind her, but his praise was reserved only for Mu Qingyou.
If such a beauty didn't end up with him, that would be a true waste. Huangfu Xuanzi smiled and curled his lips.
"This is what you taught me, to be myself." He straightened her collar, his hand lightly brushing against Mu Qingyou's shoulder, seemingly friendly.
"You..." Mu Qingyou was somewhat taken aback, not expecting his change to be related to her.
"Being Longyang Jun is my own business, I shouldn't care about other people's opinions." A pair of flawless arms gently encircled Mu Qingyou's body, the man's eyes not burning with lust, but filled with deep gratitude.
"Sister-in-law, thank you."
Mu Qingyou felt ashamed at Huangfu Xuanzi's sincere confession. He truly treated her like a good sister, even after being taken advantage of, he didn't complain at all. On the contrary, she had come here with a petty mind, trying to find out the truth. In the end, her scheming was truly shameful.
Unaware that she had been insidiously plotted against, Mu Qingyou turned around and gently confessed.
“I came because of Consort Lian.” She grasped his hand.
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“Oh?”
He subtly squeezed Mu Qingyou’s small hand in return. Listening to her recount the whole story, Huangfu Xuanzi merely raised one eyebrow, not particularly shocked.
“So Consort Lian told you she likes me?” He coughed lightly, lowering his gaze without showing any emotion.
In his heart, however, he was displeased that the woman was too vicious. With his intelligence, he easily saw through Consort Lian’s schemes. On one hand, she intended to frame Mu Qingyou as a jealous woman gossiping about the Empress; on the other hand, she lured her to test the truth about his Longyang Jun.
“Yes.” Mu Qingyou nodded gently, looking at Huangfu Xuanzi’s eyes with some doubt.
“And I’ve always been very curious whether you are really Longyang Jun.”
“Then, has Your Majesty reached a satisfactory conclusion now?” The man’s beautiful face magnified before Mu Qingyou’s eyes, his warm breath, carrying the fragrance of orchids, brushing against her hair. Huangfu Xuanzi pulled her closer to his embrace, half-hugging her as they looked into each other's eyes.
"You are..." Mu Qingyou didn't flinch; instead, she imitated the man's playful manner, teasing a strand of his hair in her hand.
"Why are you so sure?" Huangfu Xuanzi moved even closer, their noses touching. Their lips were almost sealed. And Huangfu Xuanzi longed to kiss her fragrant lips just like that.
"Because when I look at you in my lucid moments," Mu Qingyou chuckled, placing her hand on her chest,
"the beating here doesn't quicken."
She lied.
Perhaps to conceal her lust for his beauty, Mu Qingyou didn't intend to reveal her nosebleed-like reaction upon seeing him. So she told him he was alluring, and possessive. But she couldn't make her feel the same flutter of a woman's heart for a man.
"Yes, sister-in-law is truly clever."
Releasing the beauty in his arms, Huangfu Xuanzi covered his mouth, feigning coquettishness. No one noticed the fleeting anger in his eyes.
This little liar! Last night, she had wrapped her arms around his neck and vowed she loved him and wanted to be his husband. Who knew that after the dream ended, she would turn on him so easily? Let's see if he'll let her off so easily this time!
"Now you can tell me why you poisoned the window, right?" Mu Qingyou blinked her watery eyes and smiled sweetly at him. She hadn't forgotten the purpose of her trip.
Because something had subtly reminded her.
The surprise and annoyance she felt when she first discovered she had had a physical relationship with Huangfu Xuanzi had momentarily clouded her judgment. Now, calming down and thinking carefully, she realized that Huangfu Xuanzi actually had many strange traits.
She had completely trusted him, believing he was indeed a true homosexual. He had been taken advantage of by her by accident, yet he had turned around and gently comforted her. But even the best-laid plans can have flaws.
Anyone would be surprised to hear that the Emperor's concubine liked them, so how could he remain so nonchalant? Even the most indifferent person shouldn't be so unmoved by such a scandal. His calmness told her that he clearly knew everything all along.
So what did he know? Did he know that Consort Lian liked him, or did he know that someone was using the guise of affection to actually hide a sinister plot?
Suppressing the urge to gasp, Mu Qingyou steadied herself, her mind racing.
She was naturally intelligent and virtuous, and as a woman even the old fox Huangfu Xuanzi admired, she certainly wouldn't let herself be manipulated. So she was fascinated, interested, and curious. How much of all this was real, and how much was fake?
However, since her thoughts were already in disarray, she might as well go with the flow. Let's hear what he has to say and what he wants her to see.
"Because I've been being watched all along," Huangfu Xuanzi said, touching his nose and forcing a helpless smile.
"Being watched?" Mu Qingyou frowned. "What's going on?"
"Actually, I'm not entirely sure myself." Huangfu Xuanzi glanced at her sharp, watery eyes, growing more and more fond of her. Her gentle exterior and shrewd, mischievous spirit were exactly the kind of woman he wanted.
Seeing Mu Qingyou's determination to get to the bottom of things, Huangfu Xuanzi didn't intend to completely deceive her. So, in a very calm voice, he told her, avoiding the main point, that ever since his identity as the Dragon Lord of Yang was revealed, unidentified people had been sneaking into Xuanzi Tower to spy on him and his lover making love. Finally, unable to bear it any longer, he devised a scheme to poison the window paper to catch the voyeurs.
"I see..." Mu Qingyou suddenly understood.
"Understand?" Huangfu Xuanzi smiled innocently. "Now you know how dangerous it was, right? You almost lost your life."
"Then have you found out who's been spying on you?" After a moment of thought, Mu Qingyou looked at the hole in the paper window and asked, puzzled.
"I have no clue yet." The man paused, then shook his head.
This time, he had to lie.
After bothering him for so many years, how could he not know that it was Consort Lian who was relentlessly pursuing him? But he insisted on saying no.
This shake meant cutting off Mu Qingyou's trail to get to the bottom of things. Huangfu Xuanzi didn't want her to know too much; Consort Lian had her eye on her. The conspiracy behind this was too complicated; he didn't want her to get involved.
Besides—he hadn't forgotten that this little woman was still a traitorous spy from the Xiao Kingdom, siding with the enemy.
So, he had a sudden inspiration and subtly changed the subject, looking out at the blue sky.
"Speaking of which—Yun'er's wedding is in three days."
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"Ah...you...how could you..."
"Why can't I, the King, do it?"
Hearing the moans of a woman and the lewd laughter of a man coming from the King's palace, Situ Xing'er grabbed the attendant who silently walked out carrying a silver platter of fruit. Her originally pretty face was now filled with ugly jealousy.
"Which woman served the King today?" She clenched her snow-white fist and asked through gritted teeth.
"Reporting to Miss Xing'er, it was the female assassin who came to assassinate the King yesterday." Seeing that Situ Xing'er was the most favored woman by Mo Yefeng's side recently, the attendant did not dare to be negligent and could only answer her question honestly.
"Female assassin?" Situ Xing'er tilted her head and thought for a moment. She happened to be there when Mo Yefeng was assassinated. Seeing that the woman, though slender, had an ordinary appearance, she wondered what had attracted the king's attention.
"Did the king say why he favored her?" she pressed, unwilling to give up.
"This… this servant doesn't know. But the king seems to really like her disguised as a man." The servant, startled by her venomous glare, quickly made an excuse and left when he saw Situ Xing'er's stunned expression. Disguised
as a man?
Situ Xing'er was taken aback. Could it be that the king had remembered that woman again? She'd heard that the little vixen
had also disguised herself as a man when she first approached the king. A burning, murky jealousy ignited within her. She knew Mu Qingyou. She had been serving the king for some time now, and every time he favored her, she had to endure the torment of her man constantly calling out another woman's name. Whether out of curiosity or resentment, she quickly learned about the past between Mo Yefeng and Mu Qingyou. She understood that this Prince Xiao, who never expressed love for women, was different only towards Mu Qingyou.
Situ Xing'er had never met Mu Qingyou, yet she couldn't help but compare herself to her.
She was confident in her youth and obedience. More importantly, she was far more submissive than Mu Qingyou. At least she loved Prince Xiao, though that love was mixed with many utilitarian elements. She wanted to be his queen, to conquer this extraordinary, wickedly handsome man.
Amidst the continuous sounds of lewd moans emanating from the room, Situ Xing'er's delicate face slowly turned from pale to a strange crimson. With a smug smile, she casually raised an eyebrow, gazing at the intricate, colorful curtains of the bedchamber.
She would do it; with that method—she could definitely make Mo Yefeng completely obedient to her!
Unbeknownst to her, a woman stood outside the bedchamber, harboring sinister intentions and brewing a secret conspiracy. Mo Yefeng, still sporting his usual sinister smile, forcefully pushed the strawberry he was holding between his fingers into the woman's passage.
"No...don't..." The female assassin, raised only through martial arts training and missions, couldn't withstand such wicked manipulation. Her usually high-tied hair was now disheveled and scattered on the bed. Seeing her naked body covered in his saliva and glaring hickeys, a wave of humiliating shame washed over her.
But surprisingly, a faint shyness, like a girl about to become a woman, still lingered within her...and even a hint of anticipation at being possessed by this powerful man.
"Suck it tight with your little mouth down there." Mo Yefeng, between her legs, cupped her buttocks and used his tongue to push the strawberry deeper into her passage.
"You...don't..." The sensation of the soft, hard object invading her grew stronger, the strawberry slowly sliding towards her clitoris. She tried to struggle, but her thighs were firmly held in place by Mo Yefeng.
The man's smooth, long tongue tirelessly licked her entrance. Tormented by this tingling, itchy pleasure, the female assassin couldn't help but cry out.
"Don't be afraid." Looking at the woman's tear-streaked face, Mo Yefeng recalled the resolute expression on her face yesterday when she thrust her sword into his heart, a stark contrast to her current demeanor. A
mocking smile appeared on his handsome features.
"Indeed, I'm still no match for her..." he murmured.
His mind and eyes were filled with the image of another woman, Mu Qingyou's face gradually becoming clear in his mind.
The longer she was gone, the more he missed her. Longing was like an impenetrable spider web, trapping him within it, unable to escape. He had always thought the best way to get tired of something was to possess it. But he never expected that after possessing Mu Qingyou time and time again... His body was completely captivated by her sweet taste; no other woman could catch his eye.
Whether this was his fortune or misfortune was unknown.
Only Mu Qingyou, after being tormented to the point of near death, could still defiantly resist his domineering gaze. Only she dared to remain composed and dignified in the face of his plunder. Only
she—
annoyed by his endless thoughts of Mu Qingyou, Mo Yefeng's lips suddenly pressed against the female assassin's entrance, forcefully sucking out the strawberry that had penetrated to its deepest point.
The vaginal walls writhed, spitting out the squeezed and deformed fruit, slowly letting the strawberry, dripping with her juices, slide into the man's mouth.
"Ah...ah!!" As the strawberry emerged, the woman gripped the sheets beneath her, letting out a wanton cry.
"Eat it, taste your own flavor." He forcefully fed the fruit to the female assassin's lips, pulling her close and making her sit on his lap. He then thrust his large, hard penis into her vagina from below.
"Ah...mmm...mmm..." Forced to chew the strawberry bits mixed with her own juices and the fishy taste of her vagina, she endured the pain of being deflowered.
The woman whimpered, her body trembling from his thrusts.
"Ah...so deep..."
Her not-so-fair arms involuntarily clung to Mo Yefeng's broad back, stroking the muscles and feeling the sense of conquest they brought.
He was so handsome, so strong... Sweat trickled down her hairline, blurring her vision but unable to ignore the handsome face with its thin lips and straight nose.
"What? Messed up by me?" Mo Yefeng chuckled, thrusting even harder into her wetness.
"Ah...mmm..."
His member was so savage, so domineering… hot and large, it completely stretched her open.
“Ugh!” He thrust in again with force, her soft vulva opening a narrow slit to welcome the head of his penis. The man’s hot breath sprayed on the female assassin’s neck. He held her in his arms, fucking her hard, like a beast in dire need of comfort, constantly rubbing his hard penis into her body.
“Ah… umm… ya…” The woman couldn’t bear it and bit her lower lip tightly, feeling the man’s speed increasing, his purplish-red penis plunging into her vagina with each thrust, making a “plop plop” sound. The
intense collision between flesh and blood caused the huge penis to pull her passage in an accelerated piston-like motion. She looked down at her vagina, which was filled with the penis of the Demon Night Wind, like a small mouth constantly swallowing and spitting out, unwilling to let him leave completely. The girl's feelings began to awaken hazily with the rising pleasure within her...
Could it be that he's taken a liking to her, being so intimate with her? Feeling incredibly comfortable from his ministrations, the female assassin closed her eyes tenderly, lost in reverie.
If only she weren't an assassin, but followed him...?
This was the allure of Mo Yefeng; very few women who had been with him were not captivated, falling head over heels in love and fear, following him with a mixture of passion and dread. Women longed to be close to him, yet feared his bloodlust. In the end, the King of Valor became a sexy and mysterious legend, a seductive demon in others' dreams.
Unfortunately, while the flower may be willing, the stream is often heartless.
"Slap... slap..." With the splashing of her juices, the man's heavy breathing grew increasingly labored.
"Ah!"
A low roar echoed as his silky black hair wildly spread, covering Mo Yefeng's bronze skin. The man gripped the female assassin's buttocks tightly, thrusting rapidly and in small motions dozens of times. Then, he abruptly withdrew his throbbing member, spraying his thick, white fluid onto her lower abdomen.
The air was thick with an alluring musky scent, and a thin layer of sweat, mingled with the stench of a wild beast, covered his metallic-looking naked body. His narrow, dark eyes glanced at the exhausted female assassin beside him, a sinister smile playing on his lips.
"You…"
The female assassin trembled with fear at the sight of the man who had just embraced her, now radiating a chilling aura.
"Guards—" Mo Yefeng lazily narrowed his phoenix eyes, using his long fingers to pick a cherry from the fruit on the bedside table and chew it.
"Drag her out, cut off her head, wrap it as a gift, and send it back to the person who sent her."
"Yes, Your Majesty." The guard dared not wait any longer. Though reluctant, he coldly grabbed the female assassin by the hair and dragged her off the bed.
"No!! You can't!" The woman never expected this man to turn so ruthless. Perhaps she forgot that Mo Yefeng had no emotions to begin with.
Daring to assassinate him? That was clearly a death wish.
Listening to the woman's wailing, which was growing fainter, Mo Yefeng impatiently rolled over.
"How boring—"
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"What are you—" Huangfu Ying's displeased voice echoed from the Imperial Garden. It was
the princess's wedding, and the chosen husband was none other than the renowned General Han, Beitang Mo. Today's banquet was held, with congratulations from all the surrounding small kingdoms, and court officials dressed in their finest attire, waiting to drink the celebratory wine. However, they saw that Prince Huangfu Xuanzi was dressed in a seductive women's outfit, his hair styled in a maid's bun, adorned with a golden hairpin. His charm was no less than any of the women present. He almost stole the bride's thunder. Huangfu Ying felt a throbbing headache and could only call him to a secluded place to ask him what was going on.
"What's wrong?" Huangfu Xuanzi blinked her innocent crescent-shaped eyes, her fair fingers shyly twirling her long hair, her luscious red lips trembling as she answered the other's question.
Seeing Huangfu Ying's face growing increasingly grim, he secretly rejoiced.
He knew that his elder brother's greatest fear was facing the fact that he was Longyang Jun (a man of male chastity). Huangfu Ying was cold-hearted by nature, yet extremely arrogant. He valued royal etiquette and reputation highly. Previously, he had grown an unsightly beard, barely maintaining a masculine appearance. Although he had a secret affair with Beitang Mo, Huangfu Ying could only turn a blind eye. But now, his open appearance in women's clothing was clearly a provocation of his authority. He was curious to see how far this would enrage his elder brother.
And he wanted him to be angry.
"This is utterly disrespectful." Huangfu Ying flicked his long sleeves, his handsome face displaying an unyielding sternness.
"You must be mindful of your status and not bring shame upon the family."
"Bring shame upon the family?" Huangfu Xuanzi smiled sweetly. "What, would it bring shame upon the family if I were just being myself?" Completely disregarding his concerns, Huangfu Xuanzi deliberately played with her slender fingers, letting her fiery red nail polish catch Huangfu Ying's eye.
"Xuanzi, I refuse to believe that there isn't a woman you like in the entire Qilin Kingdom. Why must you…have…"
"A homosexual relationship, is it?" Seeing him hesitate, Huangfu Xuanzi smiled and finished the sentence for him.
"Yes." Huangfu Ying sighed, turning away with his hands behind his back.
"As long as you're willing to like a woman, I will spare no expense to help you obtain her." To utter this statement was Huangfu Ying's greatest generosity. This meant that this man, who always clearly distinguished between public and private matters, was willing to use his power to open a back door for his brother's happiness and the reputation of the royal family.
Even if it were just this once, if he could truly achieve it, he would gladly accept it.
Huangfu Xuanzi's dislike of women's makeup and his preference for men's clothing was a long-standing, hidden wound in his heart. Although he couldn't see it, it ached terribly on cloudy or rainy days. A dignified prince actually being homosexual?! If this were openly acknowledged, wouldn't the prestige of his Qilin Kingdom be completely swept away?
"Is what you said true, brother?" Huangfu Xuanzi seemed to be thinking, biting his fingertip.
"It's true." Huangfu Ying's heart stirred; he was overjoyed that his suggestion had elicited a response, and quickly added,
"Whether it's the daughter of a royal noble or a high-ranking official, it's no problem. Even if you fancy a princess from another country, so what? I, the king, will still find a way to get you." The man suddenly turned around, his handsome features displaying a resolute determination.
"What if I fancy a woman, but she's already married?" A gentle breeze blew, ruffling Huangfu Xuanzi's soft hair. The crystal pendants on his ears jingled softly as he slightly pulled back his collar, revealing only half of his fragrant shoulder. His alluring posture was breathtakingly beautiful.
Huangfu Ying was somewhat mesmerized, a suspicious blush immediately appearing on his handsome face, but he inwardly felt a sense of foreboding. If this continued, his brother would truly become a woman! He had to stop this from happening!
"No problem. Even if you have to steal, rob, or kill, as long as it's the woman you want, I, the King, will make it happen for you." He suppressed the urge to see Huangfu Xuanzi as a woman, and, as usual, placed his arm around his shoulder as an elder brother to continue the seduction.
"As long as you're willing to like women, all the women in the world are yours."
"Is that so…"
Huangfu Xuanzi smiled, his crescent-shaped eyes curving beautifully, yet a cunning glint in his eyes that Huangfu Ying couldn't fathom.
"Then I thank you in advance, elder brother. You must remember what you said today. So that you won't deny it when I want you to have someone in the future."
"Rest assured, a king's word is his bond." Huangfu Ying faced him arrogantly, only to see Huangfu Xuanzi turn and walk in the opposite direction from the banquet hall.
"Where are you going?" he asked suspiciously.
"To change clothes." Huangfu Xuanzi smiled.
The matter with Consort Lian was not yet resolved, but at least he had to give his elder brother face today.
Anyway, he could wait.
When everything settled down, he could personally cut off those unsightly long fingernails...
The princess's wedding was a time of national celebration.
Everyone was drinking a toast to her, wishing her and her husband a long and happy life together. But she, the bride-to-be, was listless, looking like a bitter gourd. Her delicately painted face showed no sign of sunshine.
When she was bowing earlier, she had stolen a glance outside her veil and saw her elder brother, imposing and majestic, sitting high in the hall. His handsome face had a relieved smile, as if he was completely happy to have finally found a good home for his sister. Unaware of the hidden guilt in his heart, Huangfu Fuyun only thought that his smile was a little too dazzling.
Looking at her second brother, dressed in a dark purple brocade robe, his beard neatly shaved, his crescent-shaped eyes crinkled with a smile so charming and debonair that the palace maids were practically mesmerized, almost rushing forward to shout "Good brother!"
Laugh! Laugh! Laugh!
I might as well beat you all to death! What's there to be happy about in her marriage?
If you asked Princess Fuyun why she wasn't happy
, she'd glare at you, wishing she could burn two holes in you.
Happy?
Would you be happy marrying a man you'd never even met? Huh? So what if he's a general? Who knows if he has a buzz cut, a round face, body odor, and short limbs? Finally, add one more thing a man absolutely cannot have: impotence… Oh dear…
Thinking of this, Huangfu Fuyun sat on the fragrant couch in the bridal chamber, sniffling with deep sorrow. Looking at the bridal quilt, she felt an urge to set it ablaze.
She knew Mu Jue was married.
The last time Qing'er risked her life to bring Yin Wuyou's waist token to Jinyun Palace to find her, she understood that she had been completely defeated by this beautiful woman, outwardly gentle but inwardly strong. She had grown up in the deep palace, spoiled and willful, and had even been raped by her own brother. How could such an unclean body be worthy of a devoted man like Mu Jue?
So, despite the bitterness in her heart, she maintained her composure and smiled, offering her blessings. She kindly explained all the misunderstandings between them to Qing'er, hoping that they would have no more troubles.
A love triangle is never destined for a happy ending. To achieve happiness for others requires sacrificing one's own future. But she was willing to make that sacrifice.
Seeing that she was about to become a wife, she swallowed her bitterness and resignedly picked up the red veil she had thrown on the ground in her anger and covered her head again. A princess's marriage was not a game, and she didn't want to put Huangfu Ying in a difficult position.
So be it—
she obediently assumed the posture of a dignified bride. Huangfu Fuyun lowered her long eyelashes, casting two shadows on her fair face, her crimson lips trembling as she forced a weak upward curve. If happiness was destined to be absent, then she would no longer fight for it…
If her husband loved her, she would stay with him, respect him, and live a simple life. Otherwise, as the leader of the underground assassin organization of the Qilin Kingdom, she would never be weak and allow herself to be slaughtered. The way of husband and wife is mutual respect; whether or not love exists depends on both of them maintaining it.
As she pondered this, she saw the crescent moon hanging like a hook outside the window, and the noisy atmosphere gradually dissipated. But then she heard heavy footsteps from outside the door, startling Huangfu Fuyun.
Good heavens… Is he a man or a beast? So rude?!
Unaware that he was being scorned by his new wife, the drunken Beitang Mo hummed an off-key tune, staggering towards the door of the bridal chamber carrying a struggling, heavy object.
The man with a silver ring on his left ear kicked the sturdy door open with a flourish.
“Help!” the “heavy object” on his shoulder screamed.
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“Don’t call me that, little darling~” The man raised his large hand and patted the buttocks of the person on his shoulder a few times in an ambiguous manner, revealing a set of gleaming white teeth. His handsome face, besides being slightly flushed from the alcohol, was filled with a lewd desire for indulgence.
“Later, your brother Beitang will definitely make you feel amazing!”
The man said, his feet moving swiftly, and in the blink of an eye, he was already near the bed.
Hearing footsteps, though puzzled, Huangfu Fuyun instinctively sat up straight, waiting for her husband to lift her veil. Unexpectedly, the bed lurched with a thud, and a lump of something rolled down beside her.
"Waaaaah~~ Husband, you can't rape me…" The "thing" crawled around on the bed, crying and nearly soiling their wedding quilt with snot and tears.
Rape?!
Princess Fuyun was stunned, raising an eyebrow.
What was going on? Who was raping whom?
"Don't worry, every girl I've been with praises my sexual prowess. In the end, they all beg me to take her again."
Beitang Mo lifted the "thing's" small chin, carefully examining the maid whose face was smaller than his palm, finding her not particularly beautiful.
But he had taken a liking to her at first sight on the way to the bridal chamber. He, Beitang Mo, liked women as delicate and vulnerable as little rabbits. The more powerless she was to resist, the more lewd she became when stripped naked and pinned to the bed. He couldn't resist manipulating her again and again, making her scream and cry out in ecstasy.
"Tsk... Can you wipe your snot? How am I supposed to kiss you with that on your face?"
With his drunken eyes narrowed, he looked at the little "thing's" disheveled face with disgust, casually ripping off Huangfu Fuyun's veil and roughly wiping it on her face like a handkerchief, completely unaware that someone else was sitting beside her.
Without the veil obscuring her vision, Huangfu Fuyun's eyes were filled with light. But when she curiously turned to look beside her, she gasped in anger.
A beast.
Worse than a beast.
Not only worse than a beast, but an idiot!
This man in a bright red wedding robe, behaving like a pig or a dog, was none other than her husband! On their wedding night, this damned man not only failed to observe marital relations but also didn't exchange a single respectful word with her. He even forcibly abducted a palace maid into the bridal chamber with malicious intent! Did he even respect her, the princess,?!
Seeing her red veil now smeared with snot and looking like a rag in his dark, calloused hands, Huangfu Fuyun was furious. She leaped off the bed and kicked him in the backside.
"You dare!"
"Ah…you!"
But this man, though outwardly drunk, seemed to have eyes in the back of his head. Without even turning his head, he casually reached out, and her small, gold-embroidered foot, in place of the veil, fell into his grasp. The filthy fabric landed right on their wedding quilt, making her eyes nearly pop out of her head. So
filthy! How could she sleep?
But—his agility was incredible!
"Oh...so there's someone here? Sitting there motionless, I thought she was a lamppost!"
Lazily following the lotus-like foot in his hand upwards, Beitang Mo's unrestrained phoenix eyes were fully reflected in Huangfu Fuyun's angry, delicate face. He was already furious at being threatened by Huangfu Xuanzi to marry this spoiled princess, and this time he was deliberately trying to give her a hard time, so even his tone when speaking to her was indifferent.
Tsk...upon closer inspection—
not bad figure. Well-
proportioned, with a good figure, and such a slender waist; he could easily pinch it with one hand.
She's really beautiful.
A fair, oval face, her skin barely darker than snow. Her stubborn, crimson lips, like a small ingot, were now drooping in anger, almost turning into a crescent moon. Her eyes were quite beautiful, two clear springs of just the right size.
But her temper… well…
Looking at Huangfu Fuyun's high chin, her nose almost pointing to the sky, and her beautiful eyes glaring at him angrily, the handsome face that had initially been somewhat amazed gradually revealed disappointment. Such a beautiful woman was actually a shrew! What a pity… what a pity…
The way the groom was staring at her was as if she were naked, both lewd and obscene. Huangfu Fuyun really wanted to punch him and leave a black eye mark. But when she glared back, she felt guilty.
He was so tall… so strong…
She barely reached his stomach; even her two handsome brothers couldn't compare to this man's imposing stature.
Seeing that the elegant red robe specially tailored for him by the royal tailor not only failed to soften his rough temperament but also accentuated his wild and untamed nature,
Huangfu Fuyun silently exclaimed in her heart, how could there be such a wild man?
To be honest, he was quite handsome. No, he was extremely handsome. His eyebrows were like swords drawn to his temples,
and his phoenix eyes were fierce. His nose was high and straight, and his lips were so thin they were almost nonexistent, giving him a dashingly handsome appearance. But both the silver ring on his left ear and the hideous scar on his right cheek made his newlywed wife hesitate. The man had long, lustrous, slightly reddish hair, the color of which resembled a bottle of wine imported from another country. He was like an untamed, red-maned steed; one glance was enough to tell that not just anyone could ride
him. His skin was even darker than bronze, and the air of a ronin, etched by years of battle and hardship, suggested a dangerous barbarian, his entire being like a raging sandstorm, ready to devour anyone who dared to challenge him.
Good heavens—
was this really her husband? Fuyun swallowed cautiously.
Intimidated by Beitang Mo's imposing aura, Huangfu Fuyun felt a slight sense of awe towards him. But when she saw him appraising her appearance, then shaking his head and sighing as if he had swallowed a turtle, her anger flared up again.
"Let go of my foot!" The spoiled princess's temper was unstoppable.
"You kicked me first, and you haven't apologized to me yet." The man raised an eyebrow, his grip tightening.
"You bandit, you dared to do such a despicable thing in my room, and you still have the nerve to ask me to apologize?" Humph! He's the one who accused me first. No manners, minus ten points.
"If I'm a bandit, then who are you?" Beitang Mo stroked his smooth chin, "Aren't you my wife, this bandit's wife?"
"Knowing I'm the dignified Princess Fuyun, you still dare to be so insolent in front of me!" Fuyun retorted, her teeth grinding.
This man is doing it on purpose; she knew he had no good intentions. Cunning, minus ten points.
"Hehe," Beitang Mo suddenly released her foot, his disgusted expression as if he didn't want to touch her at all. "Who cares?"
"I knew you were such a fierce shrew, but I've never been interested in shrewish women. A moment of pleasure is worth a thousand pieces of gold, I'd better find some fun." Saying this, he turned his head away from her, his lustful phoenix eyes fixed on the little prey on the bed.
"Come here, my sweetie~ let me give you a kiss~" His large hand reached for the little "thing's" chest.
The little "thing" watched the show for a while before realizing that the demon's attention had returned to her. She hurriedly dodged the man's wolfish claws in panic, letting out a series of screams, "Princess! Save me! The prince consort... the prince consort he..." Waaaaah... the prince consort is going to rape her.
"It's you, Little Taro!" Huangfu Fuyun finally realized that the "thing" that Beitang Mo had forcibly brought in was actually her personal maid.
What a disaster!
This girl is only thirteen years old. Tonight, she was supposed to wait outside to see if she and the prince consummate their marriage had any other needs. Now, well, there are needs, but they belong to this lecherous prince.
"How dare you! Let her go!" Daring to touch her! You're courting death, deduct ten points.
"If you let her go, will you serve me? Damn it, I don't want to mess with a woman." Beitang Mo glared at her and continued to knead the soft flesh in his palm.
Huangfu Fuyun was furious. This man was a complete scoundrel.
Seeing that Beitang Mo completely ignored her, she didn't care about her manners anymore. She grabbed the man's long hair and ripped his neatly tied ponytail to shreds. Just to stop him from doing whatever he wanted on her turf.
"Hiss... You'll go bald!" he screamed, and with a swift movement, he pulled Huangfu Fuyun onto the bed as well. His body, as hard as a copper wall, immediately pinned her down.
"You damned woman, you just wait till I get my hands on you!"
"Little Taro, hurry up!" Taking advantage of Beitang Mo's momentary distraction, Huangfu Fuyun quickly gave the little maid a meaningful look.
"Yes... Princess!" The girl, who had been terrified, only snapped out of her daze upon hearing the order. She stumbled off
the bed and ran out without looking back. "Take your mess with you." Beitang Mo nonchalantly swept the veil, stained with mucus, off the bed, roughly tossing the snot-covered bedding along with it. His strong thighs gripped Huangfu Fuyun's delicate body, holding her firmly beneath him. The woman's fragrant scent filled his nostrils, making his already aroused lower abdomen swell even more.
"You've chased away my toys, so it seems you'll have to serve me now." Gazing at her slightly open dress from their earlier tug-of-war, Beitang Mo lowered his head, his eyes blazing with lust. He licked her snow-white shoulder hard from right to left. Afterwards, he smacked his lips, as if savoring her taste.
"Mmm, so tender," he praised. "It's acceptable for one night.
" "Get away from me! You big pervert, don't touch me!" Huangfu Fuyun felt a tingling sensation from his licking, a pleasure mixed with anger.
He had just finished taking advantage of another woman, and now it made her seem like a substitute for Xiaoyutou. How could she tolerate this!
Seeing the lewd grin on his handsome face, Huangfu Fuyun decided to use her last resort. She first pretended to raise her leg to attack his groin, but Beitang Mo mocked her, thinking she had only dodged that much. Then, she opened her pearly teeth and bit his neck, making him cry out in pain and push her away.
"You're so restless! How can you be so shrewish, woman?"
Watching Huangfu Fuyun flee, Beitang Mo, clutching her neck where blood was seeping, laughed instead of getting angry, though her phoenix eyes clearly showed displeasure.
No woman had ever dared to defy her like this before; she was ruthless! Damn, she's really something!
Having grown accustomed to a life of meek vegetarianism, the man, spurred on by Huangfu Fuyun, was now determined to break free from his inhibitions.
He simply lay down on the bed, his long legs bent, leisurely waiting for his prey to run further away.
Let her be smug for a while; in war, even if the enemy rode a divine steed a hundred miles away, he would still catch them and behead them. How could this little woman, with her mere two or three steps—a "quick walk" that hardly qualifies as running—escape his grasp?
But Huangfu Fuyun didn't run. Instead, she arrogantly and swiftly straightened her clothes. Receiving a puzzled look from Beitang Mo, she sneered, grabbed the exquisite white jade pot from the table, and instantly poured all the wine inside onto Beitang Mo, soaking him completely.
"I'll make things clear to you today," Huangfu Fuyun said with a bang, slamming down the wine pot. Facing the man with his head covered in wine, she exuded the majesty of a princess.
"Though we are husband and wife, your manners are crude and your words shallow, displeasing to me, Huangfu Fuyun. From now on, we are merely husband and wife in name only, and will not interfere with each other."
Her arrogance, from her eyes to her tone, every word conveyed: I despise you! She was determined to draw a clear line between herself and this brute. Little did she know, this was precisely Beitang Mo's Achilles' heel.
Beitang Mo was a martial artist by birth, and while he admired those with learning, he also hated being attacked for his lack of education.
The last person who dared to openly mock his crude manners was probably already dead. Now, Huangfu Fuyun was personally provoking him, essentially risking his life without realizing it.
"Finished?"
The light in his phoenix eyes grew colder, and Beitang Mo ran his fingers through his long, wet hair like a comb. His tangled, wet, curly hair hung wildly down his back, giving him a wild look.
A nonchalant smirk played on his lips as he stood up and slowly approached Huangfu Fuyun, who stood by the table. Drips of wine trickled down his taut, handsome face, which he licked with a wanton tongue. In less than three steps, he was in front of Huangfu Fuyun.
The intense aura and oppressive presence made Huangfu Fuyun instinctively frown and try to escape, but Beitang Mo grabbed her.
"What do you want?" she asked cautiously, glaring at him, only to see him slowly pick up another wine jug.
"A return gift," the man said, biting open the lid with his teeth and tilting his hand.
"Ah!" The icy wine poured over Huangfu Fuyun's head; the woman never expected this brute to retaliate with the same insult.
"You bastard!" she cried angrily, wiping the wine from her face, her fragile chin being violently lifted by him.
"Woman, it seems you really enjoy giving orders." Beitang Mo tightened his fingers, deliberately pinching her until it hurt. But seeing her soaking wet, she was still quite alluring.
"Ouch! Let go!" Huangfu Fuyun pounded on his chest, only to realize in frustration that she had only hurt her own hand.
"Too bad you're already married to me. In my eyes, there's only a widow warming the bed, not some delicate, pampered princess." He gently patted her face, no longer hurting her, but instead delivering a clear threat.
"What did you say? I'm a pampered princess?" Huangfu Fuyun stomped on his instep, but to him it was like swatting a fly.
“Maybe no one has told you,” his thin lips moved closer to her cherry lips, wetting them with a kiss, “my rule, Beitang Mo’s rule, is… when I want you, you have to obediently extend your legs and let me fuck you. When I don’t want you anymore, you have to obediently watch me do other people.”
“Serving me well and making me happy is your duty.” Beitang Mo turned his head and lightly touched her nose with the tip of his nose. A low, grating laugh escaped his throat.
“Don’t even think about it!” Huangfu Fuyun hadn’t expected her husband’s demands to be so outrageous, not even comparable to those of ordinary families.
What kind of person was he, daring to treat a woman like this!
“Wife, then I’ll let you experience just how much your husband desires!” He swept Huangfu Fuyun up in his arms, ignoring her struggles, and walked towards the bed. The thin veil instantly slipped down to the beauty’s waist. A pair of beautiful, smooth breasts, like two freshly baked snow-white buns, swayed and reflected in the bronze mirror, enticing Huangfu Xuanzi’s gaze.
After a few controlled breaths, the man's breathing still involuntarily became rapid.
"Only you are worthy of my beauty. This is the kind of exquisite woman I desire."
His red lips moved from the woman's shoulder to her collarbone, and Huangfu Xuanzi turned Mu Qingyou over, placing her sideways on his lap. One hand encircled her slender waist, while the other gently and slowly caressed every inch of her skin.
From the first moment he saw Mu Qingyou at Xuanzi Tower, he was captivated by her beauty and purity.
She was like a naive little animal, offering herself up unwittingly before he could even capture her, drawn by the allure of her beauty. At that time, he had held her hand to prevent her from being poisoned, but unexpectedly, a tingling electric current surged through his fingertips, leaving even the usually composed man somewhat taken aback.
In the end, she wasn't poisoned; she simply gazed at him innocently with those alluring, captivating eyes. Little did he know that he had fallen under her spell, captivated by her unparalleled beauty…
As intelligent as he was, he knew he shouldn't get involved in such a ridiculous relationship. To suppress this budding affection, Huangfu Xuanzi deliberately had Beitang Mo send people to investigate Mu Qingyou's background. He wanted to prove that she was like the other women sent from other countries—possessing only outward beauty, lacking inner depth, and merely sent as playthings for men.
However, what he found in the documents made him burst into excited laughter, as if he had struck gold.
She was not only not stupid, but also shrewd, resourceful, and extremely cunning!
Recalling their first encounter, Huangfu Xuanzi couldn't help but smile. Even he, caught completely off guard, had been fooled by her superb acting skills. This woman was exactly his type.
Outwardly, she was as beautiful and alluring as he was; inwardly, she was incredibly intelligent and cunning. From that moment on, Huangfu Xuanzi was determined to have her. In his entire life, no woman but Mu Qingyou could ever catch his eye.
Regardless of her past entanglements with other men, even if one was his own brother, Huangfu Xuanzi had no intention of letting her go.
He wanted her, but this desire required time.
He was as beautiful as her, yet he considered himself a few steps smarter. Mu Qingyou was still young; once Huangfu Xuanzi was on his guard, she would find it difficult to truly defeat him. Otherwise, she wouldn't be half-naked now, nearly losing her life, and only able to lie unconscious in the man's arms.
If her intelligence could be called "wisdom," then Huangfu Xuanzi's wisdom was clearly "cunning."
He was insidious, treacherous, unpredictable, adept at concealing his true intentions, and extremely patient. He had originally planned to possess her only after completing his long-planned "great undertaking," but today, this little fox, harboring her own wicked intentions, had chosen hell over heaven.
He couldn't be blamed for wanting to savor her deliciousness ahead of time—
thinking of this, Huangfu Xuanzi smiled. Facing the mirror, he positioned Mu Qingyou so her back was to him, allowing him to see her alluring posture as he played with her.
Without hesitation, he opened his mouth and took her earlobe into his mouth, lightly nibbling at its soft texture. Huangfu Xuanzi then wickedly extended his slender, jade-like fingers towards one of her full breasts. He deliberately avoided touching her nipples and skipped over the pink areolas, focusing instead on pressing and teasing the still-dormant nipples.
Then, he watched as the delicious little fruit, stimulated by him, hardened and playfully chased and frolicked with his fingertips.
"Look, it's hard." Breathing out his characteristically rough, hot breath, even though Mu Qingyou seemed unable to hear him, Huangfu Xuanzi still whispered intimate details of their intimacy in her ear.
Because he knew in his heart that his skills weren't limited to martial arts and poison-making.
When he turned eighteen, the Medical Sage, seeing him growing increasingly handsome and sinister, simply gifted him one of his most wicked medical books, allowing him to study and research it himself.
That book recorded the highest level of medical theory: controlling a person's mind through hypnosis, making their physical condition and mental thoughts follow the healer's plan. Used well, it could use psychological suggestion to hypnotize a terminally ill patient's meridians, causing them to heal themselves without medicine. However, if used for evil purposes, this skill would become an extremely sophisticated form of puppetry, completely controlling the hypnotized subject.
At this moment, Huangfu Xuanzi wanted to try this sorcery on Mu Qingyou for the first time, to achieve unprecedented harmony in their sexual intercourse. Mu Qingyou had just recovered from the poison and was dazed and powerless to resist. This made her perfect for the cunning Huangfu Xuanzi to do as he pleased.
He noticed one nipple was already red and rosy from his manipulation, a delicate adornment on her fair breast. Huangfu Xuanzi's fingers then moved to the other side. Only when both nipples were hardened by his teasing did Huangfu Xuanzi cup his hands in a claw shape, forcefully grasping and kneading the two soft breasts, making the two small nipples roll rapidly in his palms.
"Mmm...uh..." The unconscious Mu Qingyou seemed to feel this intense stimulation, letting out a soft moan in her half-awake state.
"Little thing, is it comfortable?" Hearing her moans, Huangfu Xuanzi became even more brazen, kneading her breasts into irregular shapes. Her full breasts were occasionally squeezed between his fingers, leaving red marks that matched the size of his fingers.
"I know you're under the influence of aphrodisiacs and can't live without men," he whispered in her ear. "But now that you've stolen my heart, you have to take responsibility for me." Huangfu Xuanzi extended his long tongue and began to lick and brush the woman's earlobe, then thrust his tongue inside her ear, stirring it repeatedly.
"Remember, the only person who makes you feel truly comfortable with lovemaking is me..." He gently massaged her nipples with the pads of his ten fingers, then hooked her feet with his strong legs and spread them apart towards the mirror.
With a "ripping" sound, Huangfu Xuanzi freed one hand to tear off her panties. Poor Mu Qingyou had lost countless pieces of her underwear under such barbaric treatment by men.
When the woman's alluring private parts were fully reflected in Huangfu Xuanzi's deep crescent-shaped eyes, he also casually removed the only thing he was wearing, a fiery red nightgown. He pressed his naked body against her back, his hands domineeringly grasping her breasts from behind, his erect penis pressing hard against her buttocks.
Their bodies were intertwined like conjoined twins, Huangfu Xuanzi, aroused, rubbing his chest against Mu Qingyou's smooth back. While his hands played with her breasts, he hooked his neck around hers, turning them to the side for a erotic kiss.
"Ah...oh...um..." The man groaned, seemingly in pain, his thighs wrapped around Mu Qingyou's waist, rubbing against her, thirsting for her.
"I want to play with you...play with your little cunt...play with your big tits..." His erect penis throbbed between her buttocks.
When Huangfu Xuanzi felt a gush of warm liquid dripping from the woman's buttocks onto his thigh, he exclaimed "Oh!" and excitedly opened his half-closed crescent-shaped eyes, roughly sweeping everything off the dressing table. He forcefully pressed the woman forward onto the cold tabletop, following suit. His large hands gripped her buttocks, spreading them apart to reveal pink petals already glistening with dew.
"Wet already? You little slut, born to be fucked by men!" A lewd laugh mingled with triumphant excitement; Huangfu Xuanzi was determined to be the first man to lead her to the ultimate sexual paradise. He wanted to make love to her properly, to make her reach orgasms no one else could give her. The
thought of this beautiful woman having been with other men filled Huangfu Xuanzi with jealousy. Since he couldn't be the man who deflowered her, he would at least be the one she would never forget!
He quickly crouched down, bringing his head between Mu Qingyou's legs, and with a flick of his long tongue, he parted the two labia minora protecting her vulva. Sweet, moist fluid trickled from her tender opening, which Huangfu Xuanzi drank down without missing a single drop.
The man patiently licked the entire vulva of the beauty, then, adjusting the angle, he inserted two fingers diagonally into Mu Qingyou's wetness, thrusting forcefully against the unique, tender flesh at the shallow end, splashing the constantly secreted fluid everywhere with pleasure.
While teasing the woman's vulva with his fingers, the man's exquisite face approached her anus. He gently licked the remaining fluid in his mouth with his tongue, occasionally inserting the tip of his tongue lightly into the tight opening, circling it around the anus.
"Mmm... Ahh..." Mu Qingyou trembled uncontrollably as Huangfu Xuanzi wickedly played with her two orifices. Her alluring eyes opened slightly, her body mostly awake. However, her consciousness was still under his control.
"Scream out, this is your dream." Huangfu Xuanzi maliciously seduced the wanton side of Mu Qingyou's body. "Cast aside your shame and enjoy the pleasure I give you. The more wanton you are, the more I like it." As he spoke, he thrust his hand in again. This time, he began to rotate his fingers, which were enveloped by the tender walls, stirring them in a circular motion. He would also occasionally bend his knuckles and tease the grooves inside, enjoying the "sizzling" sounds of the water.
"Ah... Mmm... So comfortable... I want more!" She had truly forgotten the shame of being played with. Mu Qingyou only knew that her body was hot and she wanted more. On one hand, the aphrodisiac had completely taken effect, and on the other hand, Huangfu Xuanzi's technique was indeed too superb. He easily ignited her burning desire, making her feel like a wanton little beast, only wanting to be bullied and possessed.
"How is it? I'm the best, right?" Leaving her anus, Huangfu Xuanzi pressed his tongue against Mu Qingyou's clitoris, parting the foreskin and directly attacking the tender clitoris, licking and gently tapping it.
"You're the best... I feel so numb..." Mu Qingyou couldn't help but raise her head, her beautiful black hair swinging in the air in a charming arc. Her clear skin was covered in hot, fragrant sweat, and although her body could support her weight while leaning on the dressing table, her legs trembled weakly, clearly too sore to stand.
"Mmm... so fragrant... so delicious..." Huangfu Xuanzi still held Mu Qingyou's snowy buttocks, using his tongue and fingers to torment her enchanting orifice.
He licked her until she felt completely comfortable, only feeling that the most itchy spot inside her body was being stimulated but it was still far from enough. He needed bigger and heavier thrusts to fully soothe her.
"Hurry...give it to me..."
Hearing the woman's request, Huangfu Xuanzi narrowed his crescent-shaped eyes, slowly licking the semen that clung to his lips. He smiled and stepped back, catching Mu Qingyou's gradually sliding body in his arms.
"What do you want?" The man casually sucked on the woman's red lips, brushing her sweat-dampened hair behind her ear.
"I want you...I want you..." Mu Qingyou looked at the man holding her, her vision blurred, feeling only that he was so beautiful and familiar. Yet she couldn't recognize him.
"You...who are you?" As her limp body was laid flat on the waterbed in his arms, Mu Qingyou, infatuated, raised her small hand, carefully yet curiously stroking Huangfu Xuanzi's womanly face.
"Who am I?" Huangfu Xuanzi, watching her adorable actions, deliberately moved closer. He casually placed his hand on her chest, slowly kneading her soft breasts.
"Are you a fairy...?" Bewitched by his beauty, Mu Qingyou smiled foolishly. Her stunningly beautiful face bloomed with an alluring blush, like the first cherry blossom after the rain, making Huangfu Xuanzi almost intoxicated.
"Am I beautiful...?" His hand involuntarily pressed down on her small hand that was constantly touching his face, and Huangfu Xuanzi slowly pressed his body against hers.
"Beautiful...you're so beautiful..." Mu Qingyou felt her eyelids getting heavier and heavier; she longed to see this "fairy" one more time. He bewitched her with his deep, seductive voice, whispering something comforting, something she wanted, something she longed to sleep…
“Sleep… just let your body follow me.” He gently closed her eyes, whispering tenderly in her ear, “Remember… I am your beloved in your dreams.”
“Mmm…”
“Ah… mmm…” The air was thick with the rising heat and the musky scent of lovemaking. Huangfu Xuanzi straddled Mu Qingyou’s shoulders, thrusting his penis rapidly into her parted mouth.
“Ugh… mmm…” With each thrust of his thick, long penis, Mu Qingyou felt it penetrate deep into her throat, making her gag. Yet, she couldn’t bear to part with the wonderfully fragrant orchid scent emanating from his penis, greedily sucking and trying to savor his semen.
Although the two were engaged in real, wild, and intense lovemaking, Mu Qingyou, hypnotized by Huangfu Xuanzi, instinctively believed it was all a dream when she opened her eyes again. The man who was molesting her was none other than her rightful husband.
Because it was a dream, she was bolder and more wanton than usual, only seeking physical pleasure, captivating Huangfu Xuanzi to the point of madness.
"Slap... slap..." The man's entire body was flushed with the crimson color that only comes with lovemaking, his jade hands pressed on either side of her head. His long, bright red fingernails dug forcefully into the bed, almost tearing the waterbed apart. The two round balls at the back of his penis slapped against Mu Qingyou's chin with each thrust, making lewd sounds.
"Ah... you rascal... you rascal..." Although Huangfu Xuanzi's penis was too long, only a third of it could barely enter the woman's mouth. But just the rhythmic sucking and licking of the head by her slippery little tongue made him excited to the point of ejaculation. Seeing Mu Qingyou rubbing his exposed shaft with both hands, enjoying it so much. Fearing he might lose control, Huangfu Xuanzi quickly pulled his saliva-covered member from her mouth.
"You rascal...you're going to suck me dry!" He rolled over beside Mu Qingyou, gasping for breath, and pulled her into his arms, biting her red lips as punishment.
"Is that all?" Mu Qingyou laughed, dodging his further bites, and nestled against him, tickling him. She happily cupped his handsome face and planted a loud kiss on it.
"Husband, you're so beautiful!" Mu Qingyou felt that just looking at him made her a lustful demon, wanting nothing more than to devour him whole. This husband in her dreams was a divine gift, allowing her to taste such exquisite beauty.
"It's a pity you disappeared when I woke up." Regretfully, she let Huangfu Xuanzi hold her gently, relaxing her head on his chest.
Hearing Mu Qingyou's innocent words, Huangfu Xuanzi shuddered. He gently lifted her chin, gazing thoughtfully into her beautiful eyes, and whispered, "If it weren't for the dream, would you want me to be your husband?"
"Yes," Mu Qingyou replied without hesitation, her fingers still in her mouth.
"You're so beautiful, why wouldn't I accept you if you offered yourself to me? Besides Kagura-gege, you're the one who suits my taste the most."
The finger in her mouth was suddenly pulled back, and Huangfu Xuanzi sat up, grabbing the little thing in his arms, his expression somewhat sinister as he whispered, "Looks like I need to let you know his true colors..."
"What husband did you say?" Mu Qingyou wrapped her slender arms warmly around the man's neck, rubbing against him, confused. Every part of this man exuded a delicate floral fragrance, which she loved.
"Nothing." Huangfu Xuanzi smiled seductively, "Come, my darling, lie down properly for me!" He
got out of bed, ignoring his burning erection. To prolong their lovemaking, he needed to calm himself down and play something else with her first.
Mu Qingyou lay obediently on the waterbed, puzzled, when she saw Huangfu Xuanzi pull out a fragrant bamboo tube from behind the screen, filled with ice and cool, colorful flower petals…
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What is this?” Seeing Huangfu Xuanzi place the bamboo tube on the edge of the bed with a mysterious smile, Mu Qingyou felt a little uneasy. He was so beautiful, so otherworldly. But this beauty made her feel that her dream husband exuded a bewitching and sinister aura.
Every glance, every movement of his shone with a dangerous aura, as if every breath and every smirk could kill. She wondered if someone was unfortunate enough to be targeted by him, would they be devoured instantly… Could that person be her?
A chill ran down her spine.
He made her truly feel what it meant to be terrified.
A sinister, chilling aura enveloped her, like an impenetrable net binding her tightly, leaving her at his mercy. She watched as he casually picked a small piece of ice from the bucket with his delicate hand, smiling as he put it to his lips, then gazed at her meaningfully. Like a hunter struck by a cold arrow, Mu Qingyou tried to escape in fear, but his tall figure had already occupied the edge of the bed, leaving her no way out.
"My good girl, come to my arms." Her handsome husband gave her a seductive wink, his eyes brimming with allure. Despite her inner terror, Mu Qingyou's body couldn't resist the temptation, and she obediently crawled forward onto his lap.
"Hmm...so good." Seeing his beloved woman crawling naked before him like an animal, the man's lust was easily aroused. He knelt on the bed, mimicking her posture, his exquisite face turned to the right, his cold lips kissing her warm, moist lips.
"Mmm... Husband... It's cool..." As he fed her the melted ice water in her mouth, the heat in Mu Qingyou's heart transformed into a comfortable coolness.
"Do you like it?" His long tongue continued to invade her fragrant mouth, and he lay beneath her, facing the opposite direction. Their heads met, and Huangfu Xuanzi began to wantonly ravage Mu Qingyou's cherry lips from below.
"Mmm... I like it... Mmm..." His tongue was lured outside her lips, intertwining with hers in the air, drawing out silver threads of saliva as they exchanged them. Their beautiful eyes gazed at each other's chins, watching their red, hot tongues twist together like braids.
"Good girl... Go get me a piece of ice." The man sucked hard on the saliva on her tongue, smiling as he spoke.
Mu Qingyou obeyed, turning around and scooping a piece of ice from the bamboo bucket, biting it between her teeth and feeding it to him.
"Mmm..." Huangfu Xuanzi took the ice cube, sucked on it for a while, and then began to move beneath Mu Qingyou, who was still kneeling. His
smooth back slid against the waterbed like a python, his red lips, biting the ice cube, traced a path down Mu Qingyou's collarbone, finally stopping at a swaying breast. He erotically bit into the tender flesh of the breast along with the ice cube, sucking and chewing, causing Mu Qingyou to shrink back and let out a series of moans.
"No! Husband...it's so cold..." The coolness from her nipples and the entanglement of his long tongue made the woman unable to bear it. She tried to pull her nipples away from his mouth,
but Huangfu Xuanzi only became more malicious, sucking her even tighter like a breastfeeding mother. Her breasts, which were like steamed buns, were stretched from full rounds to high cones in their struggle. The man's teeth still stubbornly bit her nipples, making Mu Qingyou tremble uncontrollably.
"Husband...let me go..." The woman could not resist his strength and could only go limp, letting him do as he pleased. Her tender nipples became cold and hard in his mouth, which was filled with icy water, and were occasionally licked by the tip of his tongue.
Although he could not speak, Huangfu Xuanzi's throat vibrated with a tense laugh. He swallowed the icy water in his mouth and sucked the bright red nipples even more vigorously. His large hand also grasped the neglected breast, tracing its trembling peak with his warm palm, while his nimble fingers pinched and tugged at the nipple. He deliberately wanted Mu Qingyou to experience the torturous pleasure of her breasts being hot on one side and cold on the other.
"Ugh... Husband..." A woman's painful sobs filled the air, and Huangfu Xuanzi knew she was already overwhelmed with pleasure to be so out of control.
"Good girl..." He lovingly took turns caressing Mu Qingyou's two breasts for a while until the coolness in his mouth disappeared completely. Only then did Huangfu Xuanzi reluctantly release the wet nipple and sit up, holding her. His jade hands continued to caress her wonderfully firm and plump buttocks. With his eyes half-closed, the man couldn't help but imagine the wonderful sensation of his abdomen thrusting against her again and again.
"You're such a fun little slut." He affectionately pinched Mu Qingyou's buttocks, kissed her forehead, and placed her on the waterbed.
"Now, let's switch roles."
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What, what do you mean by switching roles?
Mu Qingyou stared with innocent big eyes, lying on the waterbed, curiously looking at her cunning and beautiful husband. She didn't know what he was going to play with her next. But Huangfu Xuanzi, as her sex education teacher, soon showed her how extraordinary the game they were going to play was!
The cool night was not even half over, and the two of them had been passionately intertwined for a long time.
Passion was catalyzed in the purgatory of intercourse, forming a steaming lust. Man? Woman? Gender was no longer important. What mattered was that the two of them enjoyed the fun of the game in this chase.
"Um...no...don't rape me!" After a fierce chase around the whole room, Huangfu Xuanzi, with tears in his eyes, was pushed down onto the trembling waterbed by Mu Qingyou. Her snow-white thighs were crossed, concealing the engorged member between her legs. Huangfu Xuanzi bit her rosy lips, shrinking back into the corner. The innocence and fear on her pretty face only served to entice her more.
"Please... good man..." Seeing Mu Qingyou transform into a ravenous flower thief, his petite yet imposing figure inching closer to the edge of the bed, Huangfu Xuanzi couldn't help but sob softly. Her captivating crescent-shaped eyes were filled with rising tears. Her hoarse, weak voice pleaded with the hunter for mercy, carrying a last glimmer of hope.
"Don't even think about running away. Today, I will make you completely mine!" With a wicked grin, Mu Qingyou pounced on the man's body, grabbing his wrist and pulling Huangfu Xuanzi into his arms, desperately kissing his red lips. To intensify the coercion, she deliberately bit his lower lip, greedily sucking on his unusually cool blood while precisely pinching and twisting his nipples, forcing him to moan wantonly beneath her.
"Ugh...you're so bad..." A tingling pleasure surged through his chest, and Huangfu Xuanzi's body gradually went limp. He was terrified as Mu Qingyou pressed him down, their genitals pressed together. The woman's jade-like hands slowly touched his penis, gently caressing it in her palms. This made his desire swell even larger and wilder, bouncing up and down, flaunting its unyielding power.
All of this was a bedroom drama unfolding according to the script Huangfu Xuanzi had written.
Mu Qingyou knew that many men's sexual fantasies involved raping women. Because the woman was unwilling, it further aroused the man's animalistic instincts, giving them a sense of conquest. But this beautiful husband's sexual fantasies were uniquely different. After he had forced her breasts to be played with, the man, with a pair of alluring crescent-shaped eyes, seriously demanded that she rape him in return. This startled Mu Qingyou.
Soon after, the man's alluring body was kneeling on the waterbed, his red lips biting a strand of his hair, trying to suppress his screams, but broken moans still escaped from his parted lips. Huangfu Xuanzi, like a rabbit cornered, pitifully raised his buttocks, letting Mu Qingyou kneel behind him and humiliate him.
"My darling… not there!" His
snow-white body was covered in fragrant sweat, swaying and panting with the movements of the beauty behind him. The soft bed beneath them swayed obscenely, making the two people seeking pleasure on the bed feel as if they were in a light boat.
"You think you still have the right to say no?" The woman, with an ice cube in her mouth, moved it back and forth on Huangfu Xuanzi's buttocks. The cold, hard object constantly stimulated him, occasionally biting hard on his smooth buttocks, leaving its mark.
"Ah...you rascal...don't bully me..." The bites hurt so much that Huangfu Xuanzi couldn't help but crawl forward in a pained voice
, only to be grabbed by the ankle and dragged back viciously by the woman. "Slap!" The woman slapped the man's buttocks mercilessly, punishing his attempt to escape.
"You dare run!"
"Waaah...waaah..." the little lamb whimpered softly.
A cool tongue slid across his anus, swirling back and forth at the pink opening. Just like when he had played with her earlier, Mu Qingyou forcefully spread Huangfu Xuanzi's buttocks apart. Then, she spat saliva mixed with ice water onto the man's anus, repeatedly thrusting her tongue in and out, mimicking the rhythm of male-female intercourse.
"Ah...you're going to play me to death...you rascal!"
Lust had flushed Huangfu Xuanzi's snow-white skin crimson, his previous fierce, predatory demeanor completely gone. Now, his crescent-shaped eyes held a shy, reproachful look as he waited coquettishly, letting Mu Qingyou play with his body using the erotic methods she had taught him.
"Mmm...good man...don't rape me...ah..." The man's eyes narrowed in pleasure, yet he still uttered intermittent sounds of resistance, completely absorbed in the role.

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