Chapter Thirty-One of the Ten Scenes Satin

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Guo Degui, bewildered by the sudden loss of his semen, was just beginning to feel surprised when Kang Qiyue let out an incredibly alluring moan.

Without time to think, his lust surged, and he began to thrust violently again, his hands reaching for her swaying breasts.

Kang Qiyue cried out in a sweet voice, "Third Master Guo... um... just go for it, don't hold back... huff... harder... ahh..." Enjoying the unparalleled stimulation, and hearing her lewd words, Guo Degui felt a wave of dizziness. After less than ten thrusts, he was already erect inside Kang Qiyue again. Each movement brought indescribable pleasure, and he couldn't help but feel a surge of heat erupt. With a wild cry, he thrust forcefully, pinning Kang Qiyue to the ground, his semen gushing forth.

Guo Degui gasped for breath, swaying and falling to the side. His penis had shrunk considerably, covered in a sticky substance that dripped a curved line onto the ground.

Hua Xuan and Xiao Murong were stunned, their faces flushed and their hearts pounding. They had never been so rough with Wen Yuan. Seeing the two so wanton, they almost swayed and were momentarily dizzy from the force.

Kang Qiyue slowly sat up, panting softly, and climbed onto Guo Degui's mountain-like body, saying in a sweet voice, "Oh, Third Master Guo, I want more..." Guo Degui's breathing was heavy, his eyes wide, unable to speak.

Kang Qiyue gently stroked the inside of his legs with her small hands, laughing, "Hehe, Third Master Guo, seeing how strong you are, why are you stopping so soon? Come on, come on..." As she spoke, she picked up his already shrunken penis and slowly inserted it into her private parts.

Guo Degui felt completely exhausted and was about to fall asleep, but Kang Qiyue showed no signs of fatigue, straddling him, her slender waist swaying, a look of blissful pleasure on her face. Guo Degui suddenly felt his energy draining away again, and only then did he feel fear. He cried out, "I can't take it anymore! I don't want it anymore!" Kang Qiyue frowned slightly, then smiled seductively, "But I still want more, um... coming... ah..." Her cherry lips breathed out, her expression seemingly extremely pleasurable. Guo Degui's face turned pale, and his whole body trembled violently, clearly having lost his essence again.

Kang Qiyue giggled, "Third Master Guo, you don't have much strength this time!" Guo Degui had ejaculated three times in a row, extremely exhausted and terrified. His previous violent expression had vanished without a trace, and he cried out repeatedly, "Miss, spare me!" But Kang Qiyue kept twisting her waist, seemingly without exerting much force, yet her soft flesh tightened more and more, like a millstone squeezing out his remaining energy drop by drop.

In the blink of an eye, Guo Degui was already exhausted, screaming and trembling, then suddenly his eyes rolled back and he fainted. Kang Qiyue smiled, pulled away from him, and stood up, drops of white fluid dripping from between her legs. Looking at Guo Degui, his penis was limp and shriveled, his face ashen, as if he had lost his breath. Kang Qiyue picked up her red dress, casually draped it over her shoulders, and smiled at Wen Yuan. Seeing

Guo Degui like this, Wen Yuan was only shocked, finding nothing particularly erotic. He said, "Miss Kang, is this your contest?" Kang Qiyue smiled, "Yes, this Second Master Ding also contested with me, but he didn't know beforehand…hehe, Third Master Guo is no match for him." She was radiant, showing no signs of fatigue, and lightly licked her fingertips as she smiled, looking as if she was savoring the moment.

Tong Wanhu cursed, "Damn it, you slut! You must have used some kind of evil technique called 'Yang-absorbing magic' to harm my third brother Guo!"

Kang Qiyue sneered, "You mean 'Yang-absorbing to replenish Yin'? I don't know that skill. Master Tong, why don't you try it yourself? Judging by your robust physique, you must be quite powerful."

Tong Wanhu spat on the ground and cursed, "Shameless slut!"

Kang Qiyue giggled, "Master Tong, don't want it? Hmm, Young Master Wen, what about you? You're so handsome and talented, I'd love to have a contest!" Before Wen Yuan could answer, the three women cried out in unison, "Senior Brother Wen, no!" "No!" "Young Master Wen, don't go!"

Wen Yuan took down his seven-stringed zither, sat down, and began to play. Hua Xuan and Xiao Murong exchanged glances, bewildered. Zi Yuan, however, heard it clearly. Wen Yuan was playing a poem from the Book of Songs, "Leaving Through the East Gate," which expressed that while there were many beautiful and flamboyant women, he was only devoted to a simple and honest girl. Zi Yuan listened and couldn't help but smile slightly, thinking, "Young Master Wen's mind moves so quickly. But they only have one woman there, while we have three—the numbers are exactly the opposite of the poem's meaning." Suddenly, a thought crossed her mind: "'In white robes and green scarves, let us enjoy ourselves,' but I wonder if Young Master Wen is referring to Miss Murong, or Miss Hua? Or… or…?"

Kang Qi Yue, also knowledgeable in music, understood the meaning in his piece. Her face remained impassive, and she simply smiled, "Young Master Wen is truly a man of high ideals. Since my brother has already sought instruction in the zither, I would also like to ask Young Master Wen for guidance." She beckoned behind her, and a man in blue robes stepped forward carrying a pipa. Kang Qi Yue took it and began to play. After only a few notes, both Xiao Murong and Hua Xuan were startled. The melody was delicate and lingering, with a similar timbre to the flute music Kang Chufeng had played that night, but its allure and seduction were several times stronger.

Upon hearing it, Wen Yuan suddenly felt unsettled. His zither music was slightly out of tune due to the pipa music, and he was shocked: "This woman's pipa playing is far more powerful than Kang Chufeng's flute playing. Could it be that her skill surpasses her brother's?" He quickly straightened the strings and started playing again, but the pipa music was so gentle and captivating, its seductive charm indescribable. Although Wen Yuan tried his best to correct his zither playing, it was still extremely unstable. He felt greatly dazed and somewhat absent-minded, and his zither music was gradually drawn away.

Kang Qiyue secretly gloated, thinking, "Look how upright you are, can you resist?" This method of using music to seduce desire was the Kang siblings' specialty. This particular piece was called "Mad Dream Melody," initially an enticement, but gradually growing stronger without the listener realizing it. One careless move, and one would be instantly captivated, unable to extricate oneself. Kang Qiyue's martial arts skills were not higher than her brother's, but she could play "Mad Dream Melody" with even greater intricacy and allure, mainly because she was a woman. It's never as easy for a man to

seduce a woman as it is for a beautiful woman to throw herself into his arms. Although Hua Xuan, Xiao Murong, and the others were unsettled by Kang Qiyue's music, they were not as unable to control themselves as they were when listening to Kang Chufeng's flute. Wen Yuan, however, found it extremely difficult to resist. His heart fluttered, and he seemed to see a dazzling, colorful spectacle before his eyes. His blood boiled, and he became increasingly confused. A glimpse of Kang Qiyue's skin peeking out from beneath her light clothing made him feel even more dizzy. He thought to himself, "This is bad! This woman's music is so strange, and now she's using both

tones at once. How can I possibly fight back?" Suddenly, the strings of his zither crackled wildly, the melody broken. Wen Yuan pressed down on the strings, closed his eyes, and breathed heavily, struggling against the sound of the pipa. Kang Qiyue said sweetly, "Young Master Wen, don't torture yourself like this. Come here... come on..." Every word she uttered harmonized with the pipa's sound, captivating and incredibly alluring. Hua Xuan cried out urgently, "Senior Brother Wen, don't do this! You can't let this woman seduce you!" Wen Yuan remained silent, his expression tense, but his body trembled slightly.

Little Murong was also extremely anxious, thinking, "Since she's so difficult to deal with, I might as well just stab this annoying woman to death!" In that instant, just as he was about to draw his short sword, a clear, resonant sound rang out—another pipa melody, elegant and serene, completely different from Kang Qiyue's. Kang Qiyue immediately noticed that the allure of "Mad Dream's Cry" was greatly weakened by this melody, and she was greatly surprised: "There's actually a master here?"

Looking again, she saw an extremely beautiful girl playing the pipa. She looked frail, but the tone she produced was subtle yet persistent, gentle and peaceful.

This girl was Zi Yuan. Although she knew nothing of martial arts, her musical skills were superb. Seeing that Wen Yuan was limited by Kang Qiyue's pipa playing, she worried and took out her own pipa, responding to Kang Qiyue's seductive music wave after wave.

Wen Yuan was feeling exhausted when he suddenly heard Zi Yuan's music, and his mind was instantly cleared, like a bright moon illuminating the way in the dark. He couldn't help but exclaim, "Miss Zi Yuan, thank you!" Gathering his full attention, he played a piece on his zither, blending it with Zi Yuan's pipa melody, subtly replacing the tune of "Mad Dream's Cry." Kang Qiyue was shocked and quickly urged the music on.

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