Little Wolf Legend 3 Part 1

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The Legend of the Little Wolf

Author: Bo Zhi Er Li Word Count: 10335 Previous Chapter Link: viewthread.php?tid=8917641&page=1#pid93052527

Chapter 3 (Part 1)

When Wen Xue saw that the monk had actually bound her with the Dragon-Binding Rope and was using his bare hands to catch her longsword, she knew that she had encountered the most difficult opponent she had ever faced. She dared not be careless in the slightest and displayed her swordsmanship to the fullest extent. Sometimes graceful, sometimes delicate, the real and the illusory complemented each other, and clusters of sword light almost enveloped the monk.

The monk still had a faint smile on his face. His bare hands would pat, wipe, and push. Although he attacked more than he defended, he effortlessly neutralized the girl's sword momentum. "Benefactor Wen, your swordsmanship is flashy but impractical. You can't beat this old monk. You'd better hand over your brother." After saying that, his two sleeves began to flutter, dancing without wind. It was obvious that he had added more energy to his palms.

Seeing the situation was dire, Xu Man grabbed her short sword, ready to join the fray, when suddenly a gray shadow flashed before her eyes, and the Taoist priest stood before her. "Damn it, get out of the way, you bastard!" she cursed, handing him the short sword. Without any apparent movement, the Taoist priest slid to the side, revealing a small green cauldron in his hand that emitted a faint green light before dimming.

Huh? The Taoist priest stood to the side, his brows furrowed as he stared at the cauldron in his hand, examining it from side to side with disbelief. Looking up, he saw a warm white light emanating from the girl's chest, and suddenly understood. "No wonder! No wonder! Such a treasure at such a young age!" He couldn't help but scrutinize the girl, his brow furrowed in silence.

Seeing the Taoist priest standing still, Xu Man didn't hold back, raising her sword to thrust at his chest. The Taoist priest quickly sheathed the cauldron and drew his long sword from his back to fight. Xu Man, relying on the sharpness of her sword, repeatedly tried to slash at the Taoist's longsword. However, the Taoist ignored the girl's trickery and, using the slightly longer length of his sword, would occasionally attack after dodging Qiu Han's sword. For a time, they were evenly matched. "Little girl, your formless sword technique is quite impressive."

Wen Xue, who had separated from the monk, had a thin layer of sweat trickling down her rosy cheeks, making her even more charming. The monk was not in a hurry. "Benefactor Wen, in my opinion, it is still—" "Enough nonsense! Bald monk, don't even think about it!" Wen Xue interrupted the monk, sheathed her sword at her waist, closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and stood still. After a short while, wisps of black energy emanated from her body, swirling and growing thicker. The monk shook his head. "Alas, why do you do this, benefactor? If you are injured, your vital energy will be depleted." Wen Xue didn't answer. The black aura around her was as thick as ink. Suddenly, she raised her head and let out a clear howl, like a wolf's howl, which carried far and wide. She lunged at the monk like an arrow released from a bow, so fast that she was almost invisible to the naked eye.

Before anyone knew it, the monk had sat cross-legged on the ground, his palms together in prayer, his eyes closed, his lips moving slightly. A faint golden light enveloped his entire body, and he completely ignored the woman's attack.

Xiao Qiang, seeing his sister's demonic transformation in such a state, was stunned, his mouth agape as if frozen in place. Is this what a demon is? It doesn't seem like anything. Unable to discern what kind of spirit his sister was, he frowned and remained silent.

It turned out that demonic transformation had two stages, not always revealing the true form. One was demonic energy, releasing a portion of demonic power; the other was the inner core, complete demonic transformation, revealing the true form. Of course, the more demonic power one unleashes, the more powerful they become, but the more severe the injury, the worse the chance of annihilation, even preventing reincarnation.

Wen Xue emerged from a cloud of black mist, her hand deathly pale after her demonic transformation, reaching for the monk's shoulder. The monk remained seated, simply raising his right hand and sweeping it diagonally, deflecting most of the black mist. He then extended his index and middle fingers, pointing towards the woman's waist.

Without any apparent movement from Wen Xue, she vanished before him, along with the black mist. The monk withdrew his right arm. "Shifting positions! Excellent skill!" he exclaimed, closing his eyes again, ignoring the outside world, but the golden light around him intensified.

Suddenly, a cloud of black mist appeared behind the monk, from which a claw emerged, reaching for the back of his neck. The monk remained calm, as if he had eyes in the back of his head, extending his right index finger towards the woman's palm. Wen Xue quickly withdrew her hand, her heart filled with anxiety. What should she do? This bald monk has mastered the Golden Zen Robe, and with the Vajra Finger and Subduing Demon Palm as his weapons, he definitely won't gain the upper hand. She couldn't help but glance to the other side.

Xu Man's Invisible Sword technique wasn't very refined, and she lacked combat experience. As the fight dragged on, the other man figured out some tricks. With a soft shout, his swordsmanship suddenly changed; the sword's edge moved in circles, wrapping around Qiu Han's blade, releasing layers of coiling power like a silkworm spinning silk. Xu Man immediately felt the short sword in her hand growing heavier and heavier. She struggled to keep up, her ample chest heaving, her face flushed red.

The other man swung his sword towards her left shoulder. Seeing this, Xu Man gritted her teeth and slowly thrust out the incredibly heavy short sword. She ducked, not to parry the other man's long sword, but to stab at his abdomen! The monk seemed to have anticipated this move. He shifted his body, turning his sword to slash at the girl's wrist. Knowing she couldn't dodge this time, he weakened his grip, as if he could already see her wrist injured and her sword falling in defeat.

Suddenly, he sensed something behind him. Turning around, he saw a pale hand emerge from a cloud of black mist, striking his lower back. Only then did he hear his companion shout, "Watch out!" But it was too late. He felt a chill rush into his waist, a pain that pierced to the bone. He coughed up a mouthful of blood, taking a few steps forward to regain his balance. He was clearly badly injured.

The monk had already leaped up when he shouted the warning, extending a single palm to strike Wen Xue's back. His sleeve billowed like an open bag in the wind. The Subduing Demon Palm was no small feat; this was a desperate measure to relieve the siege of Wei, but it was still too late.

Wen Xue's sneak attack succeeded, but by the time she turned around, the monk's palm was already upon her. There was no time to dodge, and in a split second, she slightly shifted her body, using her left shoulder to meet the attack, and reached out her right hand to grab the monk's left shoulder. A mutually destructive move!

Instantly, the two were separated. The monk's shoulder was a bloody mess, blood gushing out, instantly staining his entire arm red. Wen Xue, struck by the palm, flew backward and fell to the ground, slowly dissipating the black energy, but her face was even paler than before, her once vibrant red lips now tinged with a dark hue.

"Sister!" Xiao Qiang could no longer sit still, rushing over and embracing Wen Xue tightly, his heart filled with immense grief, tears streaming down his face. Wen Xue's breath was weak; she coughed a couple of times before saying, "Don't cry, a little man doesn't cry." She reached out to wipe away her tears, but after a brief movement, her hand fell limply to her side.

"Amitabha," the monk stopped the bleeding from his shoulder and took out a small white porcelain bottle from his robes. "This old monk has a resurrection pill; I hope Benefactor Wen will take it."

Upon hearing this, Xiao Qiang was enraged. "You old bald monk! I'll fight you to the death!" He put Wen Xue down, drew the long sword from her waist, and was about to rush forward. The young woman reached out to stop him, but couldn't. "No, brother, don't go..." Her voice was extremely anxious, and she gasped for breath with every slight movement, probably even more severely injured than the man beside her.

A dark figure blocked Xiao Qiang's view. "Husband, I'll take care of you!" It was Xu Man, holding the Autumn Cold Short Sword, standing between Xiao Qiang and the monk. "Great monk, I will not let you take my husband away!" Her tone was soft, but the determination within was exceptionally firm!

The monk bowed with one palm, "Amitabha, why bother?" He slowly shook his head, but still extended his right palm to strike. Xu Man gritted her teeth, thrusting her short sword diagonally upwards towards the monk's palm.

Suddenly, a sharp whooshing sound pierced the air, arcing through the air and striking the opposite wall, leaving a hole the size of a finger, now hidden. It was unknown what kind of hidden weapon it was, or who fired it.

The monk withdrew his hand, revealing two small holes through his sleeve, demonstrating the weapon's strength—it had even broken his Demon-Subduing Palm technique. Looking around, he saw only the middle-aged man at the innermost part of the room. "May I ask how you are addressed, benefactor?" The monk dared not be negligent.

However, the middle-aged man seemed not to hear. He picked up a peanut, put it in his mouth, chewed it slowly, then picked up his wine cup, tilted his head back, and drank it all in one gulp. Only then did he clap his hands, stand up, and walk over. A dark object, about two and a half feet long, was tucked into his waistband. It resembled a sword or a staff, made of neither iron nor wood; its nature was unknown. The monk's expression changed drastically upon seeing the object, his brows furrowing. The Taoist priest beside him, who was healing his injuries, had opened his eyes. Seeing this, he sighed and shook his head.

The middle-aged man walked past the monk, went straight to Xu Man, looked her up and down, took a deep breath, and when he turned back, his eyes were slightly red. "Your mother… is she alright?" His voice trembled slightly, and his body shook a little.

Although Xu Man was puzzled, she felt a certain warmth emanating from the middle-aged man and couldn't help but scrutinize him more closely. With a square face, thick, dark eyebrows, resolute eyes, a high nose, and full lips, his features were remarkably well-proportioned and handsome; he must have been quite dashing in his youth. Yet, he greeted her mother upon first meeting her—could they be old acquaintances? "Oh no, he's been unconscious." For some reason, he made no attempt to hide anything.

The middle-aged man nodded, as if knowing this was merely a confirmation, and pointed at Xiao Qiang, asking, "Is he really your husband?" Xu Man blushed, softly humming in agreement and nodding.

The middle-aged man nodded again, turning to the monk and asking, "Are you from the Bodhidharma Hall or the Discipline Hall at Lingtian Temple?" The monk, unperturbed by his earlier arrogance, clasped his hands in a gesture of respect, "Amitabha, I have long admired Benefactor Xu's reputation; seeing you today, you are indeed exceptionally distinguished!"

Wen Xue, noticing the object at the middle-aged man's waist, had already begun to doubt his identity; hearing the monk's words only confirmed her suspicions, and her body trembled involuntarily. Xiao Qiang sensed something amiss with his sister in his arms. Looking down, he met Wen Xue's gaze and heard her whisper, "Sword Demon."

Xiao Qiang was stunned. Sword Demon—the mere mention of his name was known throughout the Three Realms. He had become famous twenty years ago, wielding a demonic sword that swept across the Three Realms, defeating the two immortals of Lingzhi and injuring the Taiyue Ancestor. His exploits were the talk of the town. Later, he joined the demonic path. In the battle between humans and gods over a decade ago, without Sword Demon, the demonic realm might have faced annihilation. Therefore, both humans and gods both hated and feared him. After that battle, he vanished without a trace. Their unexpected encounter here astonished everyone present.

Sword Demon frowned slightly. "Since you know it's me, why don't you leave?" he said impatiently. The monk's face darkened. He wanted to say something more, but was interrupted by the Taoist priest. "Go! Is there anything else you can't let go of?" The Taoist priest stepped forward, bowed, and turned to leave. The monk sighed, walked to his staff, and slowly pulled it out, allowing Wenxue to retract the Dragon-Binding Rope. He then followed the path, glancing back and shaking his head before disappearing from sight.

The Sword Demon turned around, took out a small black box from his robes, and handed it over. "One every two hours." Xiao Qiang took it; the small, exquisite wooden box, lacquered with ancient lacquer, released a rich, fragrant aroma upon opening. Inside were five small, bean-sized black pills. Without hesitation, he took one and gave it to his sister, still clinging to her tightly.

"How is the Demon Queen?" the Sword Demon asked Wenxue. Wen Xue tried to sit up, but her younger brother pressed her down. She could

only nod and say, "Thank you for your concern, Senior. The Demon Queen is doing well." Upon hearing this, the Sword Demon ignored her and turned to Xu Man. "You can't go up Qingmu Peak. Come with me. Go up the peak to find this kid in a year, okay?" Xu Man was stunned. She vaguely knew that this person had an unusual relationship with her. She wanted to know, "You are...?" The Sword Demon was stunned for a moment, then let out a long breath. "I won't hide it from you. I am Xu Feng, and I am also your father."

Xu Man was shocked. When she was a child, she often asked her mother who her father was, but her mother never answered. Later, her mother became seriously ill, and it was thanks to Mr. Qin's care that her mother was able to help. Now, suddenly, someone in front of her claimed to be her father. She was at a loss and stood there motionless.

Sword Demon Xu Feng sighed softly, "I know it's difficult for you to acknowledge me. You were only three years old when I left, so you probably don't remember me then. I owe you and your mother a lot over the past sixteen years, and I will make it up to you in the future." Xu Man bit her lower lip tightly, letting tears flow freely. What had happened in the past day or two was simply unbelievable for this young girl, and she couldn't accept it for a moment.

Wen Xue slowly sat up, "Congratulations on your reunion with your father, Senior..." "Don't say anything," Xu Feng interrupted, "I'm going to accompany my daughter to see her mother now. Nothing else is up for discussion." His tone had a touch of roguishness. Wen Xue had originally asked the Sword Demon to escort her younger brother back to Greenwood Peak, but she was seen through as soon as she opened her mouth, and she was momentarily stunned.

Xu Man turned to look at Xiao Qiang, and slowly walked over. "Husband, will you wait for me at Qingmu Peak for a year? I will definitely come to find you then!" After saying this, she stared intently at the young man, as if trying to imprint his face deeply into her mind, branding it forever.

Xiao Qiang choked up, opened his mouth as if to say something, but for a moment he didn't know what to say, so he could only nod vigorously. Xu Man smiled faintly, like the sky after rain, with a unique charm. Suddenly she rushed over, hugged the man's waist tightly, pressed her cheek against the man's chest, and finally burst into tears.

The man saw the playful smile on his sister's face and felt a flush rise to his cheek. He gently pushed Xu Man away, holding her shoulders, and mustered up his courage to wipe away the girl's tears with his thumb. Xu Man suddenly realized her actions, her cheeks flushing. After a moment, she reached out and untied the cord of the ornament around his neck, taking out a gleaming gold coin from her chest and tying it around the man's neck.

Upon closer inspection, the coin was larger than usual, round in shape but with a hole nearly twice as large, and not square but octagonal, like a divination symbol. The material was no different from ordinary coins, and she couldn't see anything special about this treasure, yet it was so powerful.

Xu Man closed her eyes, and after a while, she held Xiao Qiang's left hand, drew her Autumn Cold Sword, and cut the man's ring finger, dripping blood onto the coin. A white light flashed on the coin's surface before dimming and returning to normal.

Xiao Qiang let the girl handle it without any apparent unease. "Alright, it's time to go. The longer we drag this out, the worse it will be for them," Xu Feng said, already at the inn's entrance, turning back to urge them on. Xu Man bit her lip, choking back a few sobs, her shoulders trembling slightly. She suddenly turned and ran away, covering her mouth with her hand to try and stop herself from crying again, but tears streamed down her face like an endless autumn rain as she ran. The burly men followed.

Finally, when the father and daughter were nowhere to be seen, Xiao Qiang turned back. Fearing that the monk and Taoist would spread the word, he dared not delay. He only took a few pounds of cooked beef and steamed buns, wrapped them in a cloth, and carried them on his back and shoulder. He then helped Wen Xue mount the Cloud Chaser and galloped towards Greenwood Peak.

Sitting behind Wen Xue, Xiao Qiang held his sister tightly in his arms. Soon, he felt his sister's body trembling slightly. "Sister, are you feeling unwell?" Turning his head forward, he saw that Wen Xue's face was pale, as if covered with frost. He quickly took out a pill given to him by the Sword Demon and told his sister to swallow it.

Wenxue nestled softly in the boy's arms, feeling increasingly cold all over. Her teeth chattered involuntarily, and she tried to suppress her shivers for fear her younger brother would hear, but it was too late. "Brother, let's go down and find a place. I'll use my internal energy to heal my injuries." She patted the horse's neck and dismounted.

They found a stretch of mountains, densely wooded and lush. The siblings landed on a flat spot beside a small pool, and unexpectedly discovered a small stone cave beside the mountain. Xiaoqiang picked Wenxue up and bent down to crawl inside.

The cave wasn't large, only about two zhang square, but the ceiling was about four zhang high, covered with numerous inverted cone-shaped stalactites, scattered like stars. At the very back of the cave lay a flat, enormous rock, its surface exceptionally smooth, resembling a large bed.

Xiao Qiang placed Wen Xue on the boulder, untied the bundle from his shoulder, and said, "Sister, I'll go find some firewood to start a fire." He turned and left the cave, returning shortly with a bundle of dry branches and a large handful of soft grass and leaves. He spread the grass and leaves on the boulder, laid his sister down, propped up the dry branches beside the boulder, and lit a fire with a tinderbox.

Soon, the cave was warm. The young man, still feeling it wasn't enough, took off his robe and covered his sister with it. Wen Xue watched him busy himself, only realizing her discomfort after he undressed. "Aren't you cold?" she asked. "No," Xiao Qiang chuckled, "I didn't feel cold even when I was naked last night!"

Wen Xue's cheeks flushed red upon hearing this. "You..." She wanted to say something but held back, turning her head away and beginning to circulate her inner energy. Instantly, wisps of black energy rose and swirled, gradually thickening.

Xiao Qiang sat on the ground, staring blankly. Was this demonic energy? He wondered what his sister's true form was. Was he the same as his sister? It seemed that to achieve anything in the future, he would have to rely on this demonic energy. He wondered how to remove the taboos on his body. Why could only the Demon Queen do it, and not others? The young man was filled with questions. When he came to his senses, he saw that Wen Xue had already finished her cultivation.

Xiao Qiang stepped forward and saw his sister's face flushed. Sensing something amiss, he pulled her into his arms, only to find her

body burning hot. "Sister, what's wrong? Don't scare me!" Wen Xue didn't answer, pressing her burning cheek against the man's chest, which was surprisingly cool. After a while, still feeling unsatisfied, she lifted her long robe, loosened her jade belt, removed her black undergarment, and pulled off her close-fitting bodice, pressing her naked upper body against him. "Brother, hold me tight! I think I've messed up my breathing while practicing."

This wasn't a breathing problem, but rather the potent pills given by the Sword Demon. Having taken two pills in less than two hours, coupled with Wen Xue's own rejuvenating technique and her internal energy cultivation, it would be strange if her body didn't feel burning hot after the effects of the medicine took hold. However, the siblings were unaware of this.

Xiao Qiang felt a hot, soft body pressing against him. Her skin was as smooth as silk, especially her two full, soft breasts, which, when squeezed, became two flat mounds, like dough rising from a boil. The two peanut-sized nipples at the tips scraped against the man's firm skin, gradually hardening.

The man had already been intimate with the woman, and now, in her gentle embrace, his body naturally reacted; it was already erect and hard, like cast iron.

Wen Xue writhed against the man's naked upper body, her two soft breasts pressing against his chest, rolling up and down, waves of tingling sensation spreading from there. One of them even went through her lower abdomen and headed towards her private parts. She quickly pulled her thighs together, but then a hard object slid hard between her plump thighs, and her body went weak. She reached out her soft hand and grabbed it through her clothes, then froze, her face instantly turning bright red with embarrassment. That thing had rampaged and swaggered inside him last night, the sensation still lingering in his vagina. Now it was even peeking out, lively and alert, which made him a little angry. He stroked it a few times, but he still felt that his penis was as thick and large as ever.

Xiao Qiang felt an intense pleasure in his chest and lower body, and he groaned comfortably. He strongly resisted the urge to push the woman down, desperately reminding himself that his sister was injured and he must not be reckless.

Seeing the boy's gritted teeth and relentless endurance, Wenxue felt a surge of sweetness in her heart. She pulled her hand away, unbuckled his belt, and slipped her hand inside, grasping his erect penis, which she couldn't even hold in one hand. "Good brother, you're already very hard here. If you want to violate your sister, hurry up!"

Xiaoqiang was stunned upon hearing this. "Sister, you're already like this, I think we should just forget it!"

Wenxue shook her head. "It's alright, I'll give it to you whenever you want. As long as you violate your sister, I'll have a way to get better. Come on, good brother!" As she spoke, she pulled down the boy's pants.

Xiaoqiang was extremely excited and could no longer restrain himself. He pushed the woman down, pulled off her trousers and underpants, and pressed himself against her. The two naked bodies were intertwined, limp on the thick, soft grass.

The man buried his head in the woman's soft, full breasts, opening his mouth to suckle her pink nipples vigorously. Sometimes he would flick his tongue up and down, licking them horizontally and vertically, while his other hand would gently knead the other breast. On a whim, he even pinched and pressed the nipple with his fingers, playing with it with great pleasure.

Wen Xue felt her breasts tingling and swelling, her already hot body becoming even hotter. A restlessness rose from her heart, and she couldn't help but hug the man's strong body tightly, stroking his back with one hand and running the other through his thick hair. Her lower body twisted uncontrollably, frequently rubbing her plump mons pubis against the man's erect penis. "Little brother, come if you want it, your sister is yours! Everything is yours!"

Xiao Qiang felt his sister's heat, stood up, and knelt between her legs. He saw that her snow-white mons pubis was already glistening and wet, even the pubic hair at the top was mostly soaked. Her two small, delicate labia were slightly parted, revealing a thin slit.

His veins throbbed, he spread her legs wide, grasped his hard penis, and thrust forward forcefully, the glans parting the creamy flesh, the penis halfway inside, hitting a tender vaginal wall. The vagina was exceptionally tight, hot and slippery; as soon as he entered, the surrounding soft flesh enveloped him, constantly writhing and pushing, an incredibly pleasurable sensation.

Wen Xue let out a soft cry. The hard, scraping sensation at her vaginal opening made her body tremble slightly. The pleasurable sensation spread deep into her cavity, creating a tingling, itchy feeling. She couldn't help but slightly raise her chin, her hands tightly gripping the soft pubic hair at her sides, hoping for a more powerful thrust from the man.

The man knew he hadn't reached the bottom yet. He thrust his hips forcefully, his glans sliding past a section of her tender flesh before penetrating further, poking into a soft, plump mound of flesh. Half of his glans was inside, gripping and sucking, making her grimace in pleasure.

Wen Xue cried out, whether from pain or fullness, it sounded incredibly seductive and delicate. The deepest part of her flower was pressed against by the egg-sized glans, both painful and pleasurable. The soft, flower-like flesh inside her vagina heated up again, and large amounts of honey-like fluid gushed out, moistening the thick, fleshy shaft.

Xiao Qiang grabbed the woman's legs, spreading them wide apart, and thrust his lower body in and out fiercely. His thick shaft stretched her delicate labia, like date pits, into a thin ring, twisting and turning alluringly, occasionally revealing glimpses of the pink flesh inside.

Wen Xue spread her legs wide, immediately feeling much more comfortable in her vaginal cavity. Each time the thick shaft entered, it would stab hard against her soft, plump clitoris, then quickly pull back. The large glans would then scrape heavily against the delicate flesh walls, waves of tingling sensations accumulating and then spreading out layer upon layer.

Xiao Qiang felt that the woman's vagina was unusually hot, unlike last time, so hot that his shaft felt somewhat numb, and he thrust even faster.

Wenxue felt waves of pleasure surging through her most tender spot, and the thick, hard penis seemed to have grown even larger. She couldn't help but look down at her crotch, where she saw a pinkish-purple rod thrusting in and out of a thicket of dark pubic hair. It was already glistening with nectar, its veins bulging. Instantly, she was aroused, lifting her buttocks to meet the man's penis, thrusting her hips forcefully. Her intermittent moans transformed into high-pitched, melodious cries, incredibly alluring.

The man, already nearly ejaculating from the burning sensation of her vagina, was desperately trying to hold back. But then the woman did this; each time the glans touched her clitoris, the soft, fleshy flesh sucked at it, causing his body to ache and go numb. Unable to endure any longer, he thrust in again, releasing his pent-up desire.

Wenxue quickly circulated her internal energy, and a faint blush rose to her skin. The man felt a suction from deep within the woman's flower, and his large glans pushed in further. At the same time, a surge of heat entered through his urethra, passing through his perineum, down his lower abdomen, and up his chest, lingering there. Looking down, he saw that the red mark on his chest, originally the size of a thumb, had enlarged to the size of a lychee.

The woman, nourished by the man's semen, gradually warmed her body. She reached out and stroked the man's face, gently rubbing it, murmuring, "Good brother, you're so good! So good to your sister!" The

man, panting heavily, waited until he calmed down before withdrawing his penis from her tender flesh and rolling over to lie on his back beside her.

Wen Xue didn't savor the fleeting pleasure of climax; instead, she pressed her body against the man's chest, listening to his strong heartbeat. One hand traced circles on his small nipples, pressing and kneading them, while the other reached between his legs, grasping his now-soft but still erect penis. She clamped the shaft between her thumb and forefinger, supporting his full scrotum with her other hand, and began to stroke it up and down.

How could the man resist such teasing? Soon, his penis hardened and stood erect. The woman smiled sweetly, her bright eyes making her appear exceptionally alluring. "Little brother, you're so good! You're hard again so quickly. Come and rape your sister!"

Xiaoqiang would get incredibly excited whenever he heard his sister say these lewd words. He would flip over and press down on her, spreading her plump thighs wide apart and placing them on her sides. He could see her pink vulva gently opening and closing, releasing strands of egg-white-like nectar.

Wenxue's unsatisfied desire burned fiercely in her lower abdomen. The tender flesh inside her vagina involuntarily writhed, and her soft flower bud swelled. Her waist twisted and turned, and she reached forward, wanting to pull the man tightly into her arms and caress him fiercely.

Seeing his sister's eagerness, the man suddenly became playful. He grasped his penis and pressed it against her, sliding the head of his penis up and down at her slit without penetrating her at all, causing streams of nectar to seep out, glistening on his large glans.

Wenxue was in excruciating pain, desperately thrusting her buttocks forward, trying to engulf the man's penis. But each time her labia barely grasped the glans before he pulled away, like a hungry infant being pulled away from a nipple. The woman was extremely anxious. "Good brother, stop playing around! Put it in... I want your big cock! Give it to me!"

The man didn't give up. Just as he inserted the glans into her labia, he pulled it out again, still rubbing it against the opening. He looked up at the woman and laughed, "Sister is so horny!"

Wenxue felt the glans enter her, preparing to endure the man's thrusts, but this was just another teasing from her naughty brother. She was filled with disappointment, her vagina itching intensely, like ants crawling inside. "Naughty brother, it's all your fault!" "It's all your fault! -- It's so itchy inside, dear little brother... Sister wants your big cock, sister wants her dear little brother's big cock to fuck her!"

Xiao Qiang didn't answer, his waist suddenly slumped, half of his penis plunged into the woman's tender vaginal cavity, and with a little more force, the glans bent and hit a plump, soft mound of flesh, which was already as soft and tender as mud after rain. Abundant honey was squeezed out, spraying onto the man's crotch, wetting the hair there.

Wen Xue cried out, the sound echoing long in the stone cave, her vagina was unexpectedly filled with the thick penis, the feeling of fullness was so wonderful, like warm water filling her whole heart, a tingling, numbing pleasure rising from the depths of her body and spreading throughout her body.

Xiao Qiang thrust hard, each time penetrating to the very bottom, using the head of his penis to pound against the soft, yielding flesh. Each time he withdrew, he deliberately used his glans to hook and scrape the curve of the passage, pulling the tender flesh against his shaft, rolling and entwining it endlessly.

Wen Xue's waves of pleasure surged, one higher than the next, slowly engulfing her body, overflowing with desire. Her waist twisted more and more rapidly, as if words were the only outlet for her now, only by piercing her throat could she release the almost unbearable pleasure. "Sister, are you horny? Only for your little brother, okay? Little brother… harder, deeper!"

Xiao Qiang's breathing grew heavy, still feeling unsatisfied, he grabbed the woman's legs and hoisted them onto his shoulders, leaning forward, thrusting hard and solidly, like a pile driver, his large glans plunging heavily into the soft, plump flower, waves of tingling sensations spreading through his spine.

Wen Xue was manipulated into this shameful position, her delicate buttocks lifted off the stone surface, her two slender legs almost touching her nipples, her slender waist almost bending but unable to move, only able to endure the man's rough conquest. Just a dozen or so thrusts sent the girl to the peak of pleasure, her flower buds opening, a large gush of semen gushing out, moistening the man's penis. "I can't take it anymore... my dear brother's cock is so big and hard! It feels so good to fuck your sister! Ah, sister is coming! It's all... for you!" Her hands gripped the vines, her nails almost digging into the flesh of her palms, her head was turned tightly to one side, and her mouth was tightly biting a clump of soft grass, her whole body exuding a pinkish tenderness, her appearance indescribably charming.

Xiao Qiang pressed his glans hard against the woman's plump vulva, feeling its soft and slippery texture. When he ejaculated, it sucked on his semen like a baby's mouth. Unable to hold back any longer, he released his thick semen, which gushed out and splashed onto the delicate flesh, filling the woman's tender vagina with each spurt. The man lowered his sister's legs and lay on her delicate body, panting heavily. His slightly limp penis was still immersed in her soft, tender flesh. "Sister, you're so good! I like it so much!"

Wen Xue's whole body went limp. She used all her strength to put her hands on the man's back and didn't move anymore. However, her flat stomach twitched slightly. "Xiao Qiang, as long as you like it! I'm all yours. You can have whatever you want, okay?"

Xiao Qiang rubbed his cheek against her firm, full breasts, feeling their fullness and softness. He hummed heavily in response, embracing the woman's body and feeling the warmth of their naked embrace. He looked up and saw the woman's beautiful smile. Suddenly, he remembered something. "Is sister alright?" He felt deeply remorseful for his actions just now.

Wen Xue was also enjoying this moment of tranquility. Hearing this, her cheeks flushed. "My whole body feels weak. Who told you to be so rough? I..." She suddenly realized halfway through her sentence that the man didn't mean it that way, and couldn't help but blush shyly. She quickly closed her eyes, but then she heard the man chuckle, with a hint of schadenfreude. She immediately became a little angry and was about to raise her fist when she heard a series of gurgling sounds coming from the man's stomach. She chuckled, "Serves you right! You little rascal, starve to death!" Saying this, she turned around and grabbed a package containing beef and steamed buns. She sat up, untied it, and laid it out in front of the man.

The man still had a charming smile on his face. He grabbed a steamed bun with his left hand, took a bite, and then grabbed a few slices of beef with his right hand and stuffed them into his mouth, wolfing them down.

Seeing the man's impatient appearance, Wen Xue giggled, "Slow down, don't choke!" After saying that, she picked up a steamed bun, took a small bite, and chewed slowly. Suddenly, they caught a faint, delicate fragrance. Their expressions changed, and they grabbed the cloth, sniffing it carefully. "A thousand-mile fragrance!" Seeing the man's puzzled look, they quickly explained, "This fragrance is persistent and excellent for tracking. Brother, put on your clothes, let's go!"

The two hurriedly dressed, and just as they reached the cave entrance, they heard a man's voice, "Yan Niang, does your thousand-mile fragrance really work? How did we end up in a place like this?" Immediately afterward, they heard a young woman say, "Young Master Lei, don't you believe in the secret treasure of my Ruyi Hall?" She paused, then added, "There's a cave ahead, let's go check it out." Her voice was melodious, like the song of a nightingale.

Xiao Qiang vaguely remembered hearing this voice before. After a moment's thought, he was speechless with astonishment—it was the beautiful woman in red from the inn! She arrived so quickly! Then the man said, "You said that woman was struck by Master Fang Yang's palm, and she must be badly injured. That man's martial arts are mediocre, and he has no magical power, is that right?" "What, don't you trust me?" The woman's tone seemed a little annoyed. "No, no, I just wanted to confirm." The man chuckled.

Xiao Qiang heard the footsteps getting closer and closer, and he became anxious. At this moment, Wen Xue leaned over and whispered in his ear, "My injuries haven't fully healed yet. Let me hold them off, and you can escape." After saying that, she put the short flute for summoning the precious horse into the man's hand, and pointed to a vertical rock not far away, indicating that the man should hide. Xiao Qiang shook his head, "I'll go with you, sister." Wen Xue saw the determination in the man's eyes, so she didn't say anything more, just nodded, and hid behind the cave entrance, standing still.

Xiao Qiang ran behind the vertical rock, sticking half his head out to peer into the cave. A moment later, a young man in a blue robe entered, one hand covering his chest, followed not far behind by the beautiful woman still dressed in bright red.

Wen Xue reached into her robes and hurled the Dragon-Binding Rope at the man, then immediately struck out with her palm. Unexpectedly, the man vanished into thin air, without a trace. The Dragon-Binding Rope, having lost its target, immediately entangled itself around a stalactite pillar. "Invisibility!" Her hand, halfway back, didn't retract but instead thrust forward, adding even more force, striking the spot where the man had disappeared. Two sharp sounds rang out: one from Wen Xue striking the invisible man's chest, and the other from the man's hasty counterattack, striking the woman's shoulder.

"What courage!" The man slowly reappeared, large beads of sweat rolling down his pale forehead, still standing motionless, palm covering his chest.

Wenxue stumbled back several steps before regaining her balance. A sweet taste rose in her throat, and a mouthful of blood welled up. She desperately swallowed it back, determined not to let them know how badly she was injured, or her younger brother might be taken away, or even have his life in danger.

Seeing his sister take a blow, Xiao Qiang rushed from his hiding place and grabbed the woman's waist. "Sister, are you alright?" Wen Xue didn't speak, only shook her head.

"Oh, little brother, we meet again." It was the beautiful woman in red who spoke up. "I wonder if you still remember me?"

Xiao Qiang turned his head and glanced at her, snorting heavily. The beautiful woman wasn't annoyed, but chuckled. "Little brother looks quite cute when he's angry. Come with me!"

(To be continued)

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