Butterfly Sword Manor

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Three thousand miles of Butterfly Sword Manor, where orioles sing and swallows dance; three thousand miles of flowing water and small bridges; three thousand miles of flowers in full bloom.
It is the best time of spring,
and amidst the falling blossoms, I meet you again. The Qinhuai River, stretching for a hundred miles, is shrouded in night, yet fishing boats still ply its waters. The spring waters are rising, bringing abundant perch from upstream, and fishermen are eager to catch them. Most of the boats scattered along the Qinhuai River offer specialty dishes, of course, perch-themed.
Lights and stars reflect in the shimmering water. The night is calm, the moon shines brightly, and from afar drifts a sentimental tune from a woman from Jiangnan: "The merchant's tears fall, the lotus blossoms twin.
Clear riverbed, endless thoughts.
The mountains linger, reluctant to leave, I wander between the waters.
The moon waxes and wanes, people part and reunite.
In life, I will be with you; in death, my soul will be bound to you."
The song was clear and beautiful, as if it had been infected by the beauty of Jiangnan, making the melancholy and sorrow of parting all the more poignant. The song drifted through the night, and a group of scholars drinking and making merry in a tavern on the riverbank were mesmerized.
One of the scholars, dressed in blue and with a pale face, couldn't help but clap and cheer before the song even stopped: "Beautiful Jiangnan, beautiful scenery, beautiful melody! To hear this song three hundred times is to truly be a Jiangnan native!" As he spoke, he poured himself a drink, tilted his head back, and emptied the cup in one gulp, seemingly thoroughly enjoying himself.
The waiter, who was also listening intently, couldn't help but chime in when he heard the scholar in blue say this: "Esteemed guests, you may not know this, but the woman who sang just now sings every night after dark, mostly sad songs, which make even this waiter feel sad." The scholar in blue turned to face the waiter, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes. The scholar had a long beard and a pale face, and was quite handsome. He asked the waiter, "She sings every day, but does anyone know her background?" The waiter replied, "Everyone says this woman is beautiful and talented, unparalleled in the world. Every year on the eighth day of the fourth month, she holds a martial arts contest to find a husband for heroes from all over the land." The scholar in blue laughed, paused, and muttered to himself, "Heroes from all over the land? Who is this woman who dares to be so arrogant?" The waiter said, "This woman is the second young lady of the Butterfly Sword Manor, the foremost martial arts family in Jiangnan. Legend has it that her martial arts and musical skills are unmatched. To date, dozens of martial arts masters have died by her sword. Legend says that their bodies vanish into thin air, without even a chance for their families to claim them." The scholar in blue seemed thoughtful, pondering, "Since she is so fierce, yet..." "Why do so many come and go year after year?" the waiter asked. "Master Jin, the Golden Butterfly of Butterfly Sword Manor, is the richest man in the world. Any one of his family's secret techniques could create a peerless swordsman. The old master only has two women; the eldest is already betrothed, while the second will inherit all the wealth and power of Butterfly Sword Manor. With such a great temptation, coupled with the widespread rumors of their unparalleled beauty, renowned masters and heroes alike are willing to risk their lives." The scholar in blue seemed infinitely sorrowful, sighing, "So even the most delicious perch cannot compare to the beauty of a beautiful woman." As he spoke, he overturned the perch on the table, threw down a gold ingot, and vanished like the wind.
Butterfly Sword Manor.
Calling it a manor is an understatement; it's more like an isolated island. The Qinhuai River winds around the mountain, its banks illuminated by lights, yet Butterfly Sword Manor seems like a ghostly place. From the shore, it appears as if the island has never been lit. But at this moment, Butterfly Sword Manor was brightly lit, with eighteen people gathered in a hall called "The Three Butterflies Gathering." The hall was filled with the fragrance of flowers, its antique charm resembling a flowerbed where butterflies would perch.
Butterfly Sword Manor had no butterflies; it only possessed wealth and unparalleled beauties.
Its wealth was evident in its annual donation of three million shi of grain to disaster relief.
And the beauty—who had ever truly seen a beauty as beautiful as a flower, as beautiful as a butterfly? Moreover, this beauty was so enamored with death that even her marriage and love were filled with suffocating bloodshed. It was difficult to reconcile a beauty with a swordsman who had slain countless masters. Yet, those in the hall were now forced to connect the two.
To gain this opportunity, they had submitted dozens of invitations to Butterfly Sword Manor. Every year, Butterfly Sword Manor would select one hundred invitations from thousands, conduct detailed background checks on the submitters, and finally determine eighteen candidates. Tonight, April 7th, is just one day away from the martial arts contest to choose a husband. All eighteen heroes have arrived at Butterfly Sword Manor, greeted by the kind and benevolent old manor lord.
The old lord says, "The final battle is tomorrow, everyone should rest well." This is no longer the ruthless Golden Butterfly of yesteryear; he is clearly a kind elder, perhaps time has worn away the rough edges of heroism. When Xiao Die entered, the Second Miss was playing the zither. For many years, Xiao Die had heard the Second Miss play this piece countless times; it was composed by the renowned socialite Dong Xiaowan—"Boundless Water."
Boundless water, boundless beauty of Jiangnan. The zither music stopped abruptly. Then came a long silence.
Xiao Die struggled to hold his right hand with his left. At these moments, he felt particularly cold, a coldness emanating from the Second Miss. The Second Miss's residence was called "Phoenix Butterfly Pavilion," and only one person besides the Second Miss was allowed to enter—Xiao Die. But tomorrow, those who will enter the Phoenix Butterfly Pavilion will be heroes from all over the land, with whom the Second Miss has made a duel and a marriage pact.
"Have they arrived?" The voice was cold, so cold that Xiao Die shivered again.
"Reporting to the Second Miss, everyone who should be here has arrived. Yang Jiao, the Leaf of Jiangnan, arrived early this morning. Long Xiaotian, the eldest son of the Lin Qing family, arrived at noon. Others include Cui Lang, the Swordsman of Love; Ouyang Que, the Flying Flower Cloud Hand; and the Lightning Child, the Cross-Shaped Thief… They all arrived this afternoon." "Oh, do you see any of them whose martial arts surpass mine?" Xiao Die remained silent, but beads of sweat were already dripping down her face. It was cold, yet she was sweating. Xiao Die couldn't answer. This time last year, the Second Miss had asked the same question. Xiao Die had said then that no one's martial arts could surpass the Miss's, but the Second Miss had been furious, saying that Xiao Die was cursing her to be single and miserable for life. Therefore, Xiao Die wouldn't answer today.
After a short while, the Second Miss sighed and said, "Do you think my method of choosing a partner is bad?" Xiao Die replied after a long pause, "Miss's method has its merits." The Second Miss said, "Last year I almost killed you because of your answer. Do you think I'm a serial killer?" Xiao Die said sadly, "The people Miss wants to kill are all deserving of death, because they not only crave power and beauty, but also wealth. Miss doesn't kill Xiao Die because Xiao Die is not someone who craves wealth." The Second Miss said, "If you don't crave wealth, then what do you crave?" Her words began to reveal contempt and disdain.
But in Xiao Die's heart, there was a silent fear. Xiao Die knew that once the Second Miss began to show contempt and disdain, she would kill. And in her butterfly-themed play, there was only one person deserving of death: Xiao Die. Xiao Die was so frightened that she almost wanted to run away, to scream, but in the end, she still stepped over the screen and entered the Second Miss's boudoir. Soon, heavy groans came from the boudoir. (The story continues with a scene
involving three butterflies.)
Of the eighteen heroes, eleven have already entered. None have emerged alive from the Phoenix Butterfly Pavilion, meaning none have triumphed in their final battle against the Second Miss. The remaining seven are filled with a mixture of fear and excitement. They fear that the Second Miss is indeed as powerful as rumored, having defeated over a dozen top masters in succession—a feat achieved by a woman enduring such a relentless barrage of attacks, demonstrating her astonishing skill.
They are also excited about the chance to meet this legendary Second Miss. These are all heroes of unparalleled courage and martial arts prowess; for them, facing death is commonplace, and anyone would be willing to take the risk for the beauty and wealth that the world envies. Therefore, despite the fact that no one has emerged alive from the Phoenix Butterfly Pavilion in three years, countless heroes still yearn for the opportunity to compete in the martial arts contest for her hand in marriage.
The door opens, and out emerges Xiao Die once again. Xiao Die's face shows signs of fatigue after a long day's work. All the heroes couldn't help but be captivated by Xiaodie's beauty. Her looks would be considered unparalleled in any corner of the world, and if even a maid of the Second Miss had such beauty, the heroes could hardly imagine how beautiful the Second Miss was.
Xiao Die said, "The twelfth is Cui Lang, the swordsman who pledged his love." Cui Lang followed Xiao Die inside, and once inside, life and death were uncertain. The Phoenix Butterfly Garden was just a wall away from the Three Butterflies Gathering. The Phoenix Butterfly Garden was a large back garden.
It was late spring, April, and the flowers were in full bloom, with bees and butterflies dancing—a picturesque scene of Jiangnan. Cui Lang continued to follow, not paying any attention to the scenery.
Xiao Die laughed, "Young master is not a romantic person, he doesn't understand leisure and elegance, so how could he win the heart of my young lady?" Cui Lang bowed and said, "Romance is in the heart, not necessarily on the lips. Leisure is like a dream, flowers bloom for a moment, this spring light does not fail lovers." Xiao Die giggled, "Young master seems like a scholar, why do you do this fighting and killing?" Cui Lang said, "Kill those who can be killed, fight those who are sure to win." Xiao Die smiled again, her eyes sparkling in the spring light, making Cui Lang dazed.
Passing through the garden path, they soon arrived at the second young lady's boudoir. A fragrant aroma wafted over, and Cui Lang, taking a deep breath, burst into laughter. Xiao Die quickly gestured for Cui Lang to stop laughing, but he only laughed more wildly.
Xiao Die said, "Keep laughing. Miss is enjoying tea in the tea room. Please go to her bathing room." Cui Lang followed Xiao Die's direction and entered a door. Xiao Die withdrew. Cui Lang entered and was stunned.
A woman with a slender figure stood with her back to him, her long hair partially obscuring her snow-white back. Her delicate hands were crossed at her waist, and a woman wearing only a red undergarment stood there. Cui Lang's breath quickened. Although he had seen countless beauties, he was still captivated by this naturally beautiful figure. He knew that this was the second young lady of Butterfly Sword Manor, who had killed countless masters.
Cui Lang carefully admired the beauty's curves. He knew that this was a moment of happiness bought with the price of death, and he could not miss it. So, for the entire duration of an incense stick's time, the Second Miss remained motionless, and Cui Lang's eyes did not waver.
"Am I beautiful?" Her gentle voice was captivating, leaving no room for a second answer.
"Beautiful"—in many situations, the truth has its advantages.
But Cui Lang added, "But until I see your face, I still dare not fully believe in your beauty." "If I show you my face, you'll go crazy. You came here for a martial arts contest to choose a husband, not to see a beauty." "If I act rashly without seeing your face, I will regret it," Cui Lang's tone grew increasingly resolute.
"What will you regret? I'm only afraid that after you see me, you'll regret it even more. I told the previous eleven people not to look, but they insisted, so they all have eternal regrets." "Since the previous eleven people weren't afraid of regret, what do I have to fear?" The Second Miss turned around, the moonlight instantly dazzling her. This beauty was unlike anything in the world. Cui Lang's breathing quickened; before a half-naked woman, this was the first time Cui Lang had felt such a surge of passion. A red bodice draped over her fair breasts, her nipples slightly red like unripe strawberries. Her entire bodice rose and fell with her breath and heartbeat. Her shapely legs, like waves, formed a triangular waterfall at her lower abdomen. Standing there, she possessed an irresistible charm, neither coquettish nor careless. Cui Lang almost turned his head away, but in the end, his gaze remained fixed on her slightly heaving breasts.
The Second Miss said sweetly, "My beloved swordsman, am I beautiful?" Cui Lang nodded vigorously, a nod that was enough to prove her beauty. It seemed the rumors of the martial world were true; the Second Miss was indeed the most beautiful and charming woman in the world. However, the Second Miss was not a real woman; she was still an unmarried woman.
Cui Lang said, "Can we begin our duel now?" The Second Miss said, "I need to take a bath first. I fought those eleven great heroes earlier and I'm covered in sweat." As she spoke, she stepped into a pool in front of her. Fish were still swimming freely in the pool. The Second Miss removed the last of her clothes. Her figure, reflected in the rippling water, was even more alluring than before.
Fish frolicked leisurely around her. Cui Lang couldn't help but sigh, "What's the point of being a hero in this world? In the end, we're not even as good as a group of fish." Yes, even fish can play beside a beauty, while heroes have sacrificed their lives for her.
The Second Miss swam to the shore like a fish, looking up at Cui Lang and smiling, "Aren't you going to ask my name?" Cui Lang replied, "Miss, you're truly a goddess. Any name might be disrespectful to you." The Second Miss said, "Such a sweet tongue! Do all men use such methods to deceive women?" Cui Lang said, "Beauty is beauty, and not beauty is not beauty. I, Cui Lang, never lie!" The Second Miss said, "You have character, but I still have to tell you my name, so our acquaintance won't be in vain. My name is Ru Die." Ru Die, indeed, Ru Die's life. Everyone in the martial world knew the Second Miss, but no one knew Ru Die.
The second young lady continued, "If you defeat me today, you'll be the second person who can call me by my name. You should know that even my father can't call me by that name." Cui Lang asked, "Who's the first person who can call you by your name? Is it your mother?" The second young lady replied, "No, you can ask, but I won't tell you right now." Ru Die remained half-reclined in the pool, the water appearing cold. In this late spring season, she had been soaking in the cold water for half an hour. Ru Die still retained her butterfly-like smile.
Ru Die said to Cui Lang, "Don't you think our duel is inherently unfair?" Cui Lang replied, "I don't think so." Ru Die smiled slyly and continued, "In our duel, I can kill you at any time, but you can't kill me. I have murderous intent in my heart, while you only have pity. Different feelings lead to different results." Cui Lang said, "What you say is true, but you possess unparalleled beauty and unparalleled wealth. Your price is no less than mine." Ru Die began to sigh, "Cui Lang, you are the first person I've seen in three years who speaks with gentlemanly manners. Perhaps..." Ru Die hesitated.
Cui Lang said, "Please speak your mind, Miss. I am confident I can share your burdens." Ru Die smiled even more, saying, "How about we bathe together before our duel?" At this moment, Ru Die was no longer the ruthless swordswoman; she was now merely a shy butterfly.
Cui Lang remained silent, deep in thought, biting his lip.
Was he making a crucial decision? Whether or not to bathe with the Second Miss was likely the most significant decision of his life. He had come prepared to die, solely to witness the legendary woman who was the talk of the town. But now, before the final battle even began, this beauty, like a butterfly, was begging him to bathe with her.
He didn't know whether to refuse. Anyone in his shoes would find it impossible to refuse. Cui Lang was first and foremost a man, then a swordsman, and only lastly a hero. So Cui Lang entered the water and swam towards Ru Die. Ru Die greeted him with a smile, her eyes sparkling, her heart fluttering with desire. Cui Lang swam to Ru Die's side.
"Hmm...oh..." the woman murmured softly, swaying her body. The woman had a truly beautiful figure. Cui Lang grasped her buttocks and shook them up and down. Her exposed genitals and anus looked quite pink and tender.
That woman… no… Ru Die got up and pulled out Cui Lang’s penis, propping herself up with one hand. Then she lowered her head and sucked on Cui Lang’s penis a few times, saying, “That’s right! This is what a penis tastes like…” So Ru Die held Cui Lang’s penis with one hand, aimed at her vaginal opening, and slowly sat down, then slowly began to thrust.
“Hmm… like this… oh… flesh against flesh… is the best…” Ru Die was really lewd.
When Cui Lang’s penis was pulled out, it also pulled out part of Ru Die’s vaginal flesh, which looked really tight. Then Cui Lang pushed his penis in again, until only his scrotum and a large clump of pubic hair were outside, probably all the way in.
Later, Ru Die propped herself up with both hands, threw her long hair behind her back, revealing her beautiful waistline and her smooth, large buttocks.
"Hoo... I'm going to show you... how I'll use my cervix... to rub your big glans until you can't take it anymore..." Ru Die declared war on Cui Lang, and then began to ride back and forth on Cui Lang's big penis.
"Alright! I want to see who surrenders first!" Cui Lang wasn't going to back down either, grabbing Ru Die's waist with both hands and thrusting his lower body upwards relentlessly. I saw that Cui Lang was thrusting harder and harder, and Ru Die's long hair swayed
wildly from side to side with their rhythm. "Oh... ah... ah... thrust... um... thrust... I'm in... ah..."
Ru Die cried out loudly. Seeing this, Cui Lang thrust even harder into Ru Die.
"Oh... ah... no... don't... ah... no more... thrust... ah... ah..." Ru Die pleaded hysterically, it seemed she couldn't take it anymore and reached her climax. After this wave of climax ended, Ru Die collapsed weakly onto Cui Lang's chest, and I saw Ru Die's anus contracting with her panting.
Cui Lang's large penis was still half-buried in Ru Die's vagina. A white, watery liquid flowed slowly down Cui Lang's scrotum from their point of contact; this was the secretion from Ru Die's vagina when she reached orgasm… "Now you know how powerful I am!" Cui Lang said pantingly, "Do you know how many women have succumbed to my big penis?" He then flipped over and switched positions with Ru Die, who could only helplessly submit to his control. Cui Lang pressed down on Ru Die, her vulva a mess of fluid between her open thighs.
Then he grasped the head of his penis and aimed it at Ru Die's vagina. Ru Die let out an "Oh…" sound, and Cui Lang's waist began to sink, his penis slowly thrusting in again.
"Oh… Oh…" With a few thrusts, Ru Die's moans seemed to bring her energy back. She began to grab her own two spread legs with her hands, spreading them even wider, and occasionally lifting her head, her expression contorted as she looked at the place where she and Cui Lang were having sex—watching how Cui Lang was fucking her.
"Oh...no...no...oh...no...no..." Ru Die struggled to open her eyes and look at Cui Lang.
"Ah...no...oh...again...use...your...glans...oh...rub...my...um...G-spot...again..." As she spoke, another climax was about to hit Ru Die.
"I...oh...I'm...coming...ah...ah..." Ru Die began to release her last wave of climax with almost screaming, lewd sounds.
"I'm...I'm going to cum...um..." At the same time as Ru Die climaxed, Cui Lang's thrusting speed also began to get out of control, it seemed he was about to climax too.
Finally, Cui Lang straightened his upper body, grabbed Ru Die's ankle, and thrust his lower body forward with all his might. His buttocks muscles suddenly tensed, and all his toes curled up, clearly indicating that Cui Lang had ejaculated inside Ru Die!
"Ah...you...how could you...ejaculate inside me..." Ru
Die exclaimed. "Oh...so hot...so comfortable..." Ru Die shivered. Ru Die's toes suddenly straightened as if on tiptoe, then spread wide open again.
"Your semen burned my uterus..." Ru Die gasped.
After ejaculating, Cui Lang collapsed onto Ru Die, a stream of semen slowly flowing down between her thighs. Just as it reached her anus, Ru Die's thighs contracted, absorbing the drop of semen; then her thighs relaxed again, and her entire anus was covered in a sticky mess of semen!
In that instant, a long-lost pain appeared on Cui Lang's face, a pain he had only felt when he fought the Four Demons of the Northern Desert, a pain so close to death. Cui Lang's face grew increasingly horrific, contorting and twisting before finally letting out a scream. Just as Cui Lang was about to approach Ru Die, the fish around him turned and surrounded him. Cui Lang tried to use his inner strength to resist, but he clearly felt it dissipate.
A powerful surge of inner strength faintly emanated from Ru Die's direction, enveloping Cui Lang. As Cui Lang died, he uttered his last words: "So this is the long-lost Bass Soul-Destroying Formation!" With those words, he died, his body instantly devoured by the swarms of bass.
A slight, contemptuous smile appeared on Ru Die's lips. It was a pity that even a chivalrous hero like Cui Lang could not escape his destined fate. Then, Ru Die leaned happily against the edge of the pond and closed her eyes. When Xiao Die sent the last of the eighteen people into the Phoenix Butterfly Pavilion, the sun had already set. Then, when Xiaodie came out, she saw the old master of the manor. The sun had set, and the April 8th that the world was watching—no, the April 8th of Butterfly Sword Manor—was about to end with the sun.
The old master said, "Xiaodie, you haven't been to my place for a long time." Xiaodie blushed, appearing even more beautiful and pure in the dim light. Xiaodie nervously glanced at the Phoenix Butterfly Pavilion; the light there was still on. She guessed that the Second Miss had already killed the last person, and according to custom, she should be asleep by now. The light dimmed, and the Second Miss was indeed asleep.
Xiaodie shyly followed the old master to the Golden Butterfly's residence. The old master had lost his wife early in life and had remained unmarried for many years. Due to his frequent practice of martial arts, the old master, who was over sixty, looked about forty years old, with a radiant appearance.
Xiao Die said, "Aren't you afraid Miss will find out if you treat me like this?" The old master whispered, "We only have this opportunity at this time of year, because she's really tired.
She won't come looking for you again tonight." Xiao Die hesitated for a long time before saying, "Master arranged for Miss to participate in the martial arts contest to find a husband, is it just so that I'll have a chance to…?" Before Xiao Die could finish her last sentence, the old master sealed her mouth with his. The lights went out, and Butterfly Sword Manor was shrouded in darkness.
Xiao Die had gotten up very early, but someone who had gotten up even earlier was already waiting at the door. Xiao Die screamed in fright, and standing at the door of the old master's room was none other than the second young lady. Xiao Die retreated back into the old master's room in a panic. The second young lady also came in, and the old master, who was sleeping inside, had no time to get up and could only shrink back in the quilt. Xiao
Die was forced step by step to the edge of the bed by the second young lady. Then, the weak and frightened Xiao Die fell down on the edge of the bed. The second young lady held a sword in her hand, the legendary sword of Butterfly Sword Manor—the Phoenix Butterfly Sword! The old master had already sat up in bed, grabbing a sword from the table as he did so, for he had seen the hatred and rage filling the second young lady's eyes. The second young lady had killed countless people throughout her life; when enraged, she would kill
. The old master, as her father, knew this better than anyone. He said, "Daughter, listen to your father's explanation." A flicker of disdain flashed in the second young lady's eyes, a disdain that was seen by both the old master and Xiaodie. Both were filled with a strange terror.
The second young lady said contemptuously, "Do you know that those who betray me must die?" Before she finished speaking, she casually threw the old master's clothes at her. The old master scrambled to put on his clothes under the covers.
Xiaodie cried, "Miss, I was forced! If you don't care about our past affection, just kill me! I've almost died at your hands several times already, anyway." Tears streamed down Xiaodie's face as she spoke. The second young lady walked over and gently stroked Xiaodie's face with her fair hand. Xiaodie was so frightened she nearly collapsed.
The old master said, "My good daughter, since your mother died, I've been both father and mother to you." Tears streamed down his face. The poignant words of the elderly man, tinged with the weariness of life, sounded so forlorn on this morning.
The second young lady coldly replied, "You are the father who gave me life and raised me, but do you know that Xiaodie is the only one I've ever loved in my life? And you want to take her away? There are millions of women in the world, why do you insist on competing with me for Xiaodie?" The old master was speechless. He knew his daughter was about to kill him. The killing intent flashed, and the second young lady's attack was swift as lightning, a strike unlike anything seen before. The sword was at her throat. A peerless swordsman, ultimately dying by his own family heirloom sword. For millennia, along the Qinhuai River, no one was unaware of the name of Jin Hudie, the old master of Butterfly Sword Manor. But now he was dead, reportedly from a sudden death.
According to custom, the old master's funeral would last three days. During these three days, Rudie had not appeared. Ru Die—the second young lady of Butterfly Sword Manor—has always been the most mysterious figure in this martial arts world. Those who came to mourn, besides the eldest young lady Yu Die, were heroes from all walks of life. While the eldest young lady Yu Die was weeping, the second young lady was taking a bath.
Xiao Die served the second young lady during her bath. Ru Die lay half-reclined in the pool as Xiao Die played the zither. The music rose and fell, clear and melodious, and the perch in the water swam in rhythm with the music, splashing water here and
there, a beautiful sight. As the elegant music continued, Xiao Die's fingers suddenly quickened their pace. Like pearls falling on a jade plate, the crisp and rapid notes echoed in the "Phoenix Butterfly" piece. The perch in the pool swam towards Ru Die. Leading them was a three-finger-sized blue perch. Beads of sweat appeared on Xiao Die's face, and her breathing became heavy as the music quickened. The lead perch, following the music, slithered under Ru Die's legs, splashing water nearby. Countless perch swam around Ru Die's buttocks, chest, and between her legs. A moment later, Ru Die closed her eyes and let out a sweet moan.
The music stopped abruptly, and all was silent! All the bass darted away from Ru Die, scattering into the pool in an instant, like well-trained dancers. Then Xiao Die slid down the edge of the pool. Before Xiao Die was fully submerged, Ru Die grabbed her and embraced her.
The two butterflies embraced, splashing water everywhere. Ru Die's eyes were glazed with intoxication, and she exuded a long-lost woman's passion. The moment their soft lips touched, their bodies instantly heated up, experiencing an excitement completely different from kissing a man. When Ru Die's tongue entered, Xiao Die seemed to be seduced and her tongue intertwined with hers.
Their tongues entwined wildly, and Ru Die's hands gently caressed Xiao Die's breasts. Good heavens, Ru Die's caressing skills were far beyond what Xiao Die's husband could match. Being played with like this by a girl more than ten years younger than herself was such a shameful thing, but with each touch, Xiao Die's mental defenses gradually relaxed. What a skillful technique!
Xiao Die, influenced by the aroused desire, forgot to refuse.
With her left hand, she teased Xiaodie's nipple, which was already erect; her right hand caressed Xiaodie's back, sides, and buttocks. Xiaodie felt her whole body heat up; every touch of her fingers brought a wave of pleasure, and Xiaodie began to pant.
With each pinch and knead, Xiaodie trembled with excitement, almost powerless to resist, only able to watch, like a surrendered slave, letting Rudie do as she pleased with her body. Rudie gently stroked from her chest to her lower abdomen with her fingers, then suddenly slipped them inside Xiaodie's lower body. Xiaodie quickly squeezed her legs together, her last line of defense, and pleaded, "Rudie, don't do this." At this moment, Rudie licked her nipple from top to bottom with her tongue.
"Oh..." Xiaodie's body suddenly jerked. Rudie's tongue licked around the erect nipple, while her fingers pinched the other nipple in the same way.
"Ah...ah..." My God, it was an unprecedented pleasure; Xiaodie's head tilted back. Rudie took Xiaodie's nipples into her mouth and sucked, or teased them with her tongue, causing Xiaodie to writhe in excitement. Xiaodie seemed to have difficulty breathing, and her tightly closed legs loosened weakly. Rudie smiled and slowly stroked from her thighs down to between her legs.
"Mmm..." Xiaodie moaned. Rudie touched Xiaodie's crotch through her silk panties; Xiaodie was already soaking wet. It was shameful; she had never been that wet before.
Xiaodie thought she was sexually frigid, so this situation left her somewhat bewildered. Then, Rudie's slender, soft fingers tickled Xiaodie's labia like feathers. Xiaodie shyly twisted her buttocks.
"Ah, not there..." Xiaodie pleaded in a pitiful voice.
"Does it feel good?" Rudie seemed a little smug seeing Xiaodie's aroused and uncomfortable state.
Her fingers stimulated with varying intensity, subtly pinching, flicking, or rotating the clitoris. After a period of intense stimulation, her fingers began to rub the clitoris forcefully, and Xiaodie almost climaxed, but perhaps out of pride, she restrained herself.
But Xiaodie's brain was about to explode, her soul about to leave her body! Suddenly, a spasm ran through her, and she sobbed, reaching the peak of sensuality, simultaneously experiencing orgasm.
"You came, didn't you?" Xiaodie shyly turned her head away from Rudie. Rudie smiled, and when her fingers reached the wet entrance, she inserted them for the first time.
"Mmm..." Intense pleasure spread throughout Xiaodie's body; her body, already burning once, was reignited. Rudie's fingers rotated inside the hot, itchy opening.
Xiaodie's breathing quickened, and she couldn't help but whimper. Rudie's fingertips rubbed against the cervix, arousing intense sensuality, and Xiaodie couldn't help but writhe her hips wantonly.
"Is it comfortable?" "Good...good...ah..." Having never experienced orgasm during sex with her husband, she was unexpectedly brought to her climax again by Ru Die's single finger.
"No...I'm going to...I'm going to come..." Ru Die asked Xiao Die, "Do you love me?" Xiao Die bit her lip and nodded vigorously.
Ru Die sighed deeply, "I even killed my father for you. You should understand my feelings for you." She looked at Xiao Die with deep affection, and Xiao Die's face flushed red.
Ru Die continued, "In this world, I only allow you to call me by my name directly." Xiao Die remained silent, seemingly hesitant to speak.
Ru Die continued, "Tell me. Why did my father insist that I participate in a martial arts contest to find a husband? Was it merely to have a chance to be with you?" Xiao Die pondered for a long time, finally shaking her head.
Ru Die said, "Then why? He clearly knows I've hated men since I was little." Xiao Die said, "It's for his dream." A barely perceptible expression flashed across her face as she finished speaking. But even that fleeting expression didn't escape Ru Die's notice. Ru Die buried her face in Xiao Die's arms, and Xiao Die pulled her close.
Ru Die looked at Xiao Die with dreamy eyes, and Xiao Die said, "In a man's eyes, women can't be like this with other women." Ru Die said, "Why can't we be like this? Did Father make me participate in the martial arts contest to find a husband just so that I would leave you or you would leave me?" Xiao Die said, "Yes, but not entirely. The old master wants to use your strength to eliminate all the heroes of the martial arts world, and then naturally achieve his dominance in the martial arts world. You've practiced the Bass Soul-Destroying Formation since you were a child, which even the old master couldn't master, so..." Ru Die seemed very disappointed: "So he used the martial arts contest as an excuse?" Xiao Die said, "Yes, but the key is that you hate men. Only a woman full of hatred for men could achieve such a glorious victory." Ru Die said, "I hate men, but the man I hate most in this world is my father." "The old master?" Xiao Die was obviously surprised.
Ru Die said sadly, "I was only six years old when my father killed my mother. That night, to gain the support of my sister's mother's family and to please her, he actually killed my mother." Xiao Die looked blank. Ru Die continued, "He wanted to rely on my sister's mother's family to become the number one martial arts family in Jiangnan." Xiao Die said, "But I've never heard you mention this, and you've never shown any hatred towards your father." Ru Die said, "He loved me very much. If it weren't for you, I would never have killed him in my life." Xiao Die was speechless again. She seemed to understand something, and then let out a long sigh. As soon as she finished sighing, Xiao Die's face changed. Because she saw Ru Die dead, a sincere smile appearing on the blood at the corner of her mouth. When Ru Die died, Xiao Die was tightly gripping a knife. Before she could even use the Butterfly Flight technique, the knife was already stained with Ru Die's blood. Why did Xiao Die kill Ru Die? Xiao Die kissed the woman she had kissed countless times for the last time.
Ru Die died. The happy smile on her face didn't even have time to turn into fear before she died, because she never imagined Xiao Die would kill her. If Ru Die had had the chance to use the Butterfly Flight Technique, would Xiao Die have succeeded?
But Ru Die ultimately didn't use that technique. As a peerless swordsman, experienced in countless battles, how could she not have sensed Xiao Die's murderous intent? Was it that Ru Die truly had no chance to strike, or was she striking first? Did she choose to give up? And Xiao Die was the only person in her life whom Ru Die had ever loved and who had given her love in return.
Father and daughter both perished. The world was shocked! The once invincible Butterfly Sword Manor, its former master and second young lady, had died one after the other. It was said they both died suddenly, but the martial world refused to believe such a coincidence. Five days later, Butterfly Sword Manor welcomed its new master, the eldest young lady, Yu Die, who took over the manor. Martial arts figures offered their congratulations.
Ten days later, under Yu Die's arrangement, Xiao Die was married in her finest attire to a man among men—Qiu Jian Leng Xue. The martial arts contest for marriage ended, but Butterfly Sword Manor would not.
Many years later, the martial world still spoke of the wisdom, cunning, and ruthlessness of Yu Die, the master of Butterfly Sword Manor.
But what was most talked about in the martial world was still the beauty of the second young lady, Ru Die, her musical talent, and her unparalleled martial arts skills.

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