[Wuxia] Long Hui's Male Concubine (Complete) - 14

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In Chapter Twelve, "Subduing the Phoenix and the Luan,"

Long Hui preemptively subdued Luo Qingyan before she could discover her weakness.

Lu Mingluan immediately realized that both she and her sister had fallen for this scoundrel's scheme.

Long Hui turned Luo Qingyan over so that she lay side by side with Lu Mingluan, and then activated her speech acupoint.

With her speech released, Luo Qingyan immediately cursed, "You little beast, are you courting death?!"

Long Hui laughed, "Hehe, you two vixens, let's see if you still dare to call me a male concubine."

With that, he stripped Luo Qingyan naked. The two beautiful luan and phoenix women, both alluring demonesses, simultaneously displayed their captivating bodies, each with their own unique charm, utterly mesmerizing.

Luo Qingyan's breasts were like balls, plump and tender, with smooth, soft flesh. Even with the slightest breath, her nipples would tremble like an avalanche of waves. To pinch them was to feel the smooth, creamy flesh flowing between one's fingers. Lu Mingluan's breasts, on the other hand, were like peaches, firm and proud, with firm breast muscles that would not deform no matter how much force was applied, stubbornly maintaining their perfect shape.

Long Hui played with her phoenix breasts with his left hand and kneaded her luan peaks with his right, thoroughly enjoying himself.

Humiliated by this little beast, Luo Qingyan's face turned red with anger. She gritted her teeth and said, "If you have the guts, then confine us for life. Otherwise, you can forget about having a good life!"

Lu Mingluan also retorted angrily, "You brat, wait until my pressure points are released, then we'll see how you die!"

Long Hui chuckled and said, "Since I'm about to die, then let's drink and be merry for today!"

With that, he loosened his belt, revealing his raging dragon, and attacked Lu Mingluan first.

He pressed down on her, his dragon pestle parting the flesh, plunging deep into the grass, breaking through layers of alluring flesh, and thrusting into her breasts.

Lu Mingluan felt her stomach swell, her heart almost bursting out. Her delicate, snow-white skin was warmed by the man's passion, a thin layer of fragrant sweat appearing on her skin, making her breasts even more glossy and shiny.

Long Hui unleashed all six of the first techniques of the Star Spirit Palace. Lu Mingluan was powerless to resist. Her skin went soft, her pores opened wide, and her eyes were filled with lust. The most deadly technique was Long Hui's "fire-roasting flower chamber" lewd technique. The scorching glans repeatedly struck the tender flesh of her breasts, almost melting the soft, creamy flower core.

While riding her, Long Hui secretly released some of Lu Mingluan's acupoints, allowing her to move her hands and feet freely. Once freed, Lu Mingluan instinctively responded to the man on top of her, her legs eagerly wrapping around Long Hui's waist. Unaware of her own limitations, she thrust her hips upwards, only to find herself in a predicament, causing Long Hui's penis to penetrate her even more violently.

"Ahhhhh!" The intense fullness caused Lu Mingluan to let out a soft cry, her eyes rolling back in her head. The fleshy clitoris at her vulva was scraped by Long Hui's pubic hair, sending a jolt of electric pleasure through her.

The smooth, elastic walls of her vagina tightly enveloped the engorged glans, as if trying to suck the entire penis inside.

"Long Hui...it's so full...I can't take it anymore!"

At this moment, Lu Mingluan's cheeks were flushed, her long hair disheveled, and she was almost driven to the brink of ecstasy by the torment.

Long Hui chuckled smugly, and at the same time, he suddenly pulled back, giving Lu Mingluan a brief moment to catch her breath. Just as she caught her breath, he thrust forward again, his eighteen-foot-long penis plunging deep inside, forcing her labia open and making them translucent. Her

tight opening gripped the base of his penis, yet clear fluid continued to gush from their point of contact, soaking the brocade quilt.

Lu Mingluan's slender waist arched upwards abruptly, the intense, throbbing sensation nearly making her faint. She remained unconscious for a long time, arching her back like a shrimp.

Long Hui, too, gasped in pleasure, feeling as if he had entered a warm, tender place, the soft, tight walls enveloping his penis—it was incredibly wonderful! After a while, Lu Mingluan's arched waist returned to the bed, a large amount of white foam gushing from their joined buttocks—a brief moment of pleasure.

"You bastard, how cruel... are you trying to kill me...?"

Lu Mingluan's eyes were hazy, her breath coming in short gasps.

"Hehe, Mingluan, it's either you or me now, to avoid you taking revenge later. I'd better strike first."

With that, Long Hui lifted one of Lu Mingluan's beautiful legs, thrusting his hips forward and pumping vigorously.

Her flower cave was wet and slippery with spring water, and Long Hui's thrusts were deeper and deeper, his glans touching a tender fleshy ball without any obstruction, feeling wonderful.

Long Hui knew that this was Lu Mingluan's tender flower palace, and a few more thrusts would make her utterly defeated.

Sure enough, every time his glans touched the fleshy ball, Lu Mingluan felt as if she had been electrocuted, her slender waist swaying wildly, her pair of snow-white and full breasts bobbing up and down, forming waves of milk. Long Hui grasped her trembling breasts with both hands, using them as a fulcrum to continue thrusting.

"No... I can't take it anymore... Long Hui... my good husband, you're killing me..."

Lu Mingluan blushed crimson, reaching out to stop the man's hands from playing with her breasts, but she was already weak and powerless, her body almost melting. Hearing Lu Mingluan's lewd moans, Long Hui became even more unrestrained. He thrust left and right, reaching the deepest depths, touching her breasts with each stroke. In less than twenty strokes, Lu Mingluan's body trembled, and a thick, hot nectar flowed from the depths of her flower.

"Ah... I'm dying..."

Lu Mingluan's lower abdomen convulsed uncontrollably, she was overjoyed, experiencing pleasure to the point of death.

Long Hui's lust was insane. He hoisted Lu Mingluan's two jade legs onto his shoulders, and the movements of his waist became more and more intense. His thick penis moved in and out rapidly, the fleshy scrotum hitting her snowy buttocks with a "slap slap" sound, and her milky nectar splashed everywhere with each thrust, leaving a white, cloudy stain.

"Long Hui... Hui, spare me... I'm really... I'm going to die..."

Lu Mingluan cried out in a shrill voice, her voice broken and intermittent, as if she was already struggling to breathe.

"Do you still dare to settle scores with me!"

Long Hui ignored Lu Mingluan's pleas for mercy, demanding an answer in a stern voice, while his movements became even more ferocious.

Lu Mingluan dared not disobey, panting and dazed, "I won't, I won't!"

Long Hui continued to ask, "Who am I to you!"

Lu Mingluan was momentarily dazed, not knowing how to answer, but what she received in return was Long Hui's storm of thrusting.

"Say it, I am your husband!"

Lu Mingluan's mind was blank, and she gasped, "Husband... husband, spare me, spare me!"

Hearing her plead for mercy and submit, Long Hui felt a surge of pleasure, his penis swelled up, and his gathered essence gushed out, instantly filling the entire flower chamber and flowing out from the point of their union.

Already in a semi-conscious state, Lu Mingluan was stimulated by the thick, hot semen, and once again,

her yin essence gushed from the depths of her flower chamber. At the same time, her beautiful eyes rolled back, and she completely fainted... Lu Mingluan had neither the Xuan Yin Seductive Body nor the Delicate Immortal Sound. After her power was sealed, she was like a delicate woman. She was no match for Long Hui and was clearly powerless to fight anymore, slumping limply to one side.

Having subdued the phoenix, now came the proud one. Long Hui, his dragon root erect, straddled Luo Qingyan with a grin, pinching the beautiful woman's plump, large breasts, and said, "Subduing the phoenix, how exhilarating! Sister Luo, it's your turn!"

Luo Qingyan's jade-like face flushed crimson, her alluring eyes glaring fiercely at Long Hui, she said, "Don't think I'll act like Ming Luan. If you dare touch me, you'll regret it!"

Long Hui chuckled, "Sister Luo possesses the Xuan Yin Seductive Body, of course, you shouldn't be underestimated. However, I've prepared quite a few tricks for today."

Luo Qingyan felt a chill run down her spine.

Long Hui kneaded her soft, large breasts and laughed, "Sister Luo, I want to nurse!"

Luo Qingyan snorted, "No!"

Long Hui said, "I don't believe it! You can't just squeeze and get milk!"

His ten fingers exerted their power, kneading her high, plump breasts with varying pressure, the shape of her breasts changing constantly. The white flesh flattened and rounded between his fingers, leaving red marks on the skin.

Luo Qingyan said angrily, "Stop kneading! If you want milk, release my pressure points. If I don't regulate my breathing, you won't get any!"

Long Hui chuckled and said, "That's not necessarily true."

Seeing his intentional expression, Luo Qingyan was even more astonished.

Suddenly, she felt Long Hui's hands stop kneading her breasts and instead gently hold them. At the same time, a surge of heat rose from his palms, seeping into her breasts through her pores, especially intensely at her nipples.

Gradually, a familiar sensation welled up in her breasts, swelling and warm. Luo Qingyan's face paled; this was clearly the feeling of lactation.

Long Hui teased, "Wow, Sister Luo's breasts have gotten so much bigger! They're so soft and plump, it looks like they're full of milk!"

Luo Qingyan retorted angrily, "You...you shut up!"

Before she could finish speaking, Long Hui suddenly squeezed her breasts, and two streams of snow-white milk gushed from her nipples, filling the room with the aroma of milk and cream.

"Sister Luo, when you were feeding me milk just now, I secretly observed the flow of your qi during lactation," Long Hui said with a chuckle after sucking on some milk. "Now I'm using the Formless Technique to imitate your aura, which means I'm in for a treat from now on, I can drink Sister Luo's delicious food anytime."

"You bastard! What do you take me for!"

Luo Qingyan shouted angrily.

Long Hui chuckled as he squeezed the plump breasts, admiring the lewd sight of overflowing milk, and casually said, "Cow!" Luo Qingyan was immediately filled with shame and anger, so angry that she couldn't even speak.

Long Hui took another sip of breast milk, then kissed her fragrant lips, transferring the milk to her. Luo Qingyan's mouth was also filled with sweetness, and her anger subsided somewhat. She couldn't help but engage in a passionate kiss with her young lover. Long Hui,

equally moved, slowly slid his hand between the beautiful woman's legs, playing with her tender, smooth vulva, causing it to overflow with nectar.

After a long while, their lips parted, Luo Qingyan's beautiful eyes were hazy, filled with alluring affection, her breath sweet as orchids—a clear sign of passionate love.

Long Hui kissed her forehead and said softly, "Sister Luo, now I am the Demon Emperor. From now on, you will continue to be the Demon Queen, my Demon Queen. Bing'er will be the Little Demon Queen. I will treat you both well!"

Luo Qingyan's mind went blank from the kiss, and she unconsciously murmured, "I am the Demon Queen... Bing'er is the Little Demon Queen."

Long Hui said, "That's right. In your past life, you were Bing'er's older sister, and in this life, you are Bing'er's mother. You are ranked before her, so she won't have any objections. I've also thought about your titles. You are both incarnations of phoenixes. Sister Luo, you will be the Phoenix Queen, and Bing'er will be the Phoenix Empress. You will make a pair of enchanting phoenix flowers." Still relying on your hands? How can that be satisfying? Forum reputation guaranteed! High-grade silicone video of Fan Bingbing's genitals, molded to a highly realistic shape, with soft and delicate skin! Built-in large protrusions closely resemble female anatomy, providing a more realistic experience... with a controlled, irresistible sensation! Click to enter.

Luo Qingyan suddenly realized what was happening and angrily said, "Bastard, I just handed you power, and you turn around and bully us, a widow and orphan! What kind of empress, what kind of queen, what kind of phoenix queen, don't even think about it!"

Long Hui grabbed her large breasts with one hand, squeezing them until milk flowed, leaving a warm fragrance on his palm; his other hand moved between the woman's legs, teasing her vulva inside and out, and Luo Qingyan's fierce words immediately turned into soft moans and cries.

"Stop... you little beast, stop!"

Luo Qingyan said weakly.

Long Hui sighed, "Sister Luo, do you know that Bing'er has been naughty again lately, teaming up with those girls to cause me, her husband, trouble. It's outrageous! As the saying goes, 'A daughter's misbehavior is the mother's fault,' so today I'll be presumptuous and have the mother pay for the daughter's debt."

Long Hui poured out the teapot and took it to the bed.

Luo Qingyan felt a chill run down her spine. Her phoenix eyes widened, and she looked at this little devil with a hint of panic. Suddenly, she felt her breasts tighten, and milk spurted out again, which this little devil caught in the teapot, filling the entire pot.

Then, this little devil placed the teapot between her legs, inserting the spout into her flesh. The cold porcelain contrasted sharply with the hot, alluring flesh. Luo Qingyan couldn't bear it and couldn't help but moan again, but she refused to give in, absolutely refusing to agree to this absurd double-empress proposal.

Long Hui poured the breast milk from his chamber into the beautiful woman's vagina. Luo Qingyan felt her lower body change from cold to warm; this sudden change in temperature brought a strange stimulation. She raised her head, panting heavily, her tender vulva twitching uncontrollably. Her cervix was on the verge of collapse, and the unique, alluring fragrance of her yin energy was brewing, like a river about to burst its banks, soon to gush forth with a torrent of surging spring water.

Suddenly, Long Hui tapped her navel a few times, and Luo Qingyan felt her vaginal opening tighten abruptly. Her labia closed instantly, trapping the gushing yin essence inside her, mixing with the breast milk, causing her lower abdomen to swell uncomfortably.

Luo Qingyan cried out in shock, "You bastard, what... what have you done to me!"

Long Hui said, "It's just a little trick from Fangxing Spirit Palace called the Yin Locking Technique, which temporarily seals the flesh of your lower body, Sister Luo."

Luo Qingyan blushed with shame and gasped angrily, "What Yin Locking Technique? It's simply an evil art that harms the world!"

Long Hui chuckled and didn't reply. He brought over a bonsai tree and then used his Yi Wood True Essence to encourage the plant to grow. Instantly, the vines stretched out, like countless venomous snakes pouncing on that soft, weak, fragrant, and plump body.

Luo Qingyan was terrified, her face paling. Before she could even scream, she was tightly bound. The strange vines tied her hands behind her back, encircling her ample breasts and crossing at her cleavage, making her breasts appear even fuller and more prominent. The flesh of her breasts became even more translucent, as if they were about to burst from the milk. The strange vines spread downwards, sweeping over her legs and binding her ankles. Most deadly of all, the strange vines crossed her vulva, wedging themselves precisely in the crevice of her flesh, causing the beautiful woman to moan and gasp. Her vulva kept leaking honeyed fluid, but it couldn't be released because it was blocked inside her flower cavity, making her feel suffocated and almost driven to madness.

The strange vines were rough, while Luo Qingyan's skin was extremely delicate, so delicate it could be broken with a touch, and extremely sensitive. After this ordeal, goosebumps rose all over her body, and a tingling, numbing sensation spread throughout her entire body.

Long Hui activated the strange vines to pull Luo Qingyan up, causing the beautiful woman to put her hands behind her back, her plump buttocks raised, and her upper body bent over the bed, assuming an incredibly sensual, seductive, yet humiliating posture.

Long Hui pinched her plump buttocks and said softly, "Sister Luo, will you be my empress?"

Luo Qingyan bit her lip and said, "Dream on!"

Long Hui raised his hand and slapped her buttocks, making them sway and gleam alluringly, the trembling flesh creating waves of seductive allure.

Luo Qingyan felt a wave of shame rise from her buttocks, surging into her heart, and the moisture between her thighs intensified, along with the feeling of fullness and pressure.

Long Hui mischievously slapped her a few more times, the force varying, leaving red marks on her buttocks, but without damaging her skin; instead, it added a touch of allure.

With each slap from Long Hui, Luo Qingyan's pleasure intensified, but her labia remained closed, preventing any leakage. Instead, her breasts swelled, spilling a small amount of milk that soaked the bedding beneath her. This was Fang Xingling's "Buttock Flower Blooming" technique, which used slapping a woman's buttocks to stimulate desire.

Long Hui smelled the increasingly strong scent of milk around him, knowing his lewd technique was effective. He immediately inserted his fingers into the woman's warm, smooth buttocks, gently kneading her anus. At the same time, he used his strange vines to slide and caress the tingling, numb pleasure, which surged intensely to her brain, causing her mind to race and her body to melt. She could no longer withstand the onslaught, gradually sinking into an abyss of boundless desire. Her anus was blocked, while her chrysanthemum buds began to secrete slippery anal oil, making Long Hui's fingers slick.

"Stop, stop!"

Luo Qingyan struggled, panting.

Long Hui wouldn't listen to her. He used his hands to spread her buttocks, pressing his throbbing member against her anus. Her anal muscles, softened by passion, offered no resistance, and the man's thrust penetrated her, causing Luo Qingyan to tremble. She didn't even have the strength to scream.

Her front was filled with breast milk, and more vaginal fluid kept flowing out, making her lower body feel swollen. And from behind, the little lecher's thick rod was inside her. It felt as if two men were simultaneously penetrating her front and back orifices; the intense pleasure nearly made her faint.

The closed, plump mons pubis turned even redder, and the clitoris was as thick as a little finger, and it was still swelling, like a tempting peach. Long Hui placed his hand between Luo Qingyan's legs and gently stroked it. He felt that it was plump and elastic, and it seemed that juice would gush out when he squeezed it a couple of times. But apart from his hand being damp and hot, he didn't get anything. It seemed that this vixen was also suffering from pent-up desire.

Suddenly, unable to resist, Luo Qingyan pleaded, "Long'er, stop... Sister, I can't take it anymore."

Long Hui reached under her, grasped one of her breasts, and fondled it, chuckling, "What do you mean you can't take it anymore, dear sister? Tell me."

It turned out that Luo Qingyan's flower palace was getting increasingly swollen, causing her extreme discomfort, which in turn stimulated her urge to urinate. Luo Qingyan said in an almost tearful tone, "Let me rest for a bit, I... I can't hold it in any longer!"

Long Hui asked in surprise, "What do you mean you can't hold it in, dear sister? You're not speaking clearly, how can I help you?"

Luo Qingyan was so anxious that tears were about to come out, her pretty face flushed red as she cried out, "I... I need to... urinate."

After saying this, she was so ashamed that she wanted to disappear into a hole in the ground.

Long Hui chuckled, grabbed her behind her knees, and lifted her off the bed, spreading her legs as if he were holding a child to urinate. The only difference was that his thick, enormous penis remained inserted in her anus. As he thrust in and out of her rectum, he said, "Good sister, please go ahead and do your thing! I'm not an outsider. But I can't bear to pull it out for even a moment." His

burning hot penis bounced a few times inside her rectum, its heat intense, seemingly a show of defiance.

Luo Qingyan's mind went blank for a moment, she wanted nothing more than to skin him alive, but the pleasure in her rear and the swelling in her front had already made her lose control. Suddenly her lower abdomen tightened, she convulsed, and she trembled as she said, "No...no! I need to pee...I need to pee so badly, I...I can't take it anymore."

After saying this, her rapid panting suddenly stopped, but her breathing became heavier and heavier. In the large room, apart from the heavy breathing, there was a soft pattering sound. Clear water gushed out from under her vulva, drawing a long arc, and pooled on the ground. She had actually urinated. At the same time, milk spurted out, falling to the ground and mixing with the urine, filling the air with a sweet fragrance and the scent of sandalwood.

Her expression and posture were exactly the same as Bing'er's back then, no wonder they were mother and daughter.

Luo Qingyan's wide-open legs twitched slightly, and a few crystal beads of liquid hung from her vulva.

Even her urine didn't have a strong odor; the smell was faint, with only a slight musky scent. Rather than urine, it smelled more like the delicate fragrance of her labia, still warm after leaving her body, emanating a faint, sweet scent.

After losing control of her bladder, Luo Qingyan's pride had crumbled somewhat. She leaned helplessly against the man, panting, and said resentfully, "I've lost all face now, are you... are you satisfied?"

In the past, hearing such a plaintive tone, Long Hui would have gently coaxed her, but today he hardened his heart and said, "Unless Sister Luo agrees to be my wife, I will never be satisfied!"

Luo Qingyan's phoenix eyes filled with tears. She turned back and glared at him, biting her moist lips, and said, "If I don't comply, you won't..." "Will you continue to torment me?"

Long Hui kissed the hands covering the beautiful woman's ample breasts and said softly, "Good sister, I love you so much, but you refuse to marry me, so I had no choice but to resort to this terrible idea."

Luo Qingyan slowly closed her beautiful eyes and sighed, "I'll do as you say, but I have conditions. First, I will only consider this matter after the world is at peace."

Long Hui nodded and said, "Of course."

Luo Qingyan added, "Second, whether or not we have children is up to me, and you are not allowed to force me."

Long Hui was slightly taken aback.

Luo Qingyan sensed his hesitation and snorted, "If you don't agree to these two conditions, even if you violate me a thousand times today, I will never agree!"

Long Hui hurriedly said, "Okay, okay, good sister, I agree."

Luo Qingyan glared at him and spat, "Since I've already agreed, hurry up and undo that damn Yin-Locking Technique!"

Long Hui said, "Don't rush."

He took a small bowl and placed it between the beautiful woman's legs, then touched Luo Qingyan's navel. Luo Qingyan felt her lower body relax, her flower lips immediately opened, and her vaginal muscles suddenly relaxed. A gush of fluid spurted out, and thick flower nectar mixed with milk flowed into the bowl.

After releasing the accumulated fluid, Luo Qingyan felt much more relaxed in her lower body, and she couldn't help but breathe softly and sigh.

In the past, the honey from the little phoenix could make fruit sweeter, and Luo Qingyan's flower nectar could mask the taste of bitter medicine. Now, mixed with sweet and delicious milk, the whole room was filled with a unique fragrance, comparable to ten thousand years of fine wine and deep-sea ambergris.

Long Hui picked up the porcelain bowl and took a sip; it was incredibly refreshing, surpassing even the finest nectar.

"Sister Luo, come and try it, it tastes wonderful!"

Long Hui held the bowl to Luo Qingyan's lips, but she abruptly turned her head away.

Long Hui chuckled, first taking a mouthful of the flower nectar himself, then kissing the beautiful woman's lips and transferring the nectar to her. At first, Luo Qingyan was somewhat resistant, but once the delicious taste entered her mouth, she readily accepted it, letting the smooth, fragrant nectar roll between their lips.

After kissing for a while, Long Hui placed Luo Qingyan on Lu Mingluan's body; both of their delicate bodies were already limp and powerless, only able to submit to his every whim.

The sisters locked eyes, their pretty faces flushing instantly. They instinctively looked away, but Long Hui, his dragon spear thrusting in and out of them, felt as if they were adrift in a raging sea, utterly helpless. They instinctively reached out and embraced the nearest one. Slowly, they drew closer, their tongues intertwining, their breasts rubbing against each other. Their slender hands began to roam over each other's curvaceous bodies, their breath coming in gasps, their voices soft and gurgling.

Their four breasts pressed together, and Long Hui reached out to their chests, caressing them closely, comparing which of the sisters was fuller, savoring their soft, creamy flesh.

As the pleasure intensified, Luo Qingyan's pair of snow-white, erect breasts swelled, her nipples becoming engorged with blood from the constant spraying of milk, turning from bright red to dark purple grapes. With each thrust, the beautiful woman's body trembled, her breasts bouncing violently, creating a shimmering, fragrant wave! A pair of full, plump breasts spontaneously swelled, milk spurting from them, trembling and rippling, their fullness and sensuality intensely stimulating the senses of the beautiful woman beneath her.

"Mingluan, quickly suck for your sister, it's so full... my chest is so full!"

As desire intensified, Luo Qingyan's milk production increased, and simple seepage and spurting were no longer enough to satisfy her; she could only turn to her junior sister for help.

Lu Mingluan propped herself up on her soft, delicate body, pressing her head between Luo Qingyan's full, smooth breasts. Gazing at those towering, round, and white breasts, she opened her mouth and took the grape-sized, purplish-black nipples into her mouth, sucking out the sweet nectar. A sweet milky fragrance permeated her heart.

"Junior sister, suck faster, harder..."

Lu Mingluan exerted all her remaining strength to suckle, but her buttocks and thighs were also wet and slippery, with waves of nectar overflowing from between her legs. Infected by desire, she became somewhat agitated and couldn't help but bite her nipple.

Startled by the sudden attack of the Lu Mingluan, Luo Qingyan's delicate body felt as if it had been struck by lightning. Her body trembled slightly as she felt a tingling and itchy sensation that gradually spread throughout her body, a numbing pleasure vibrating through her skin.

Long Hui thrust into Luo Qingyan's body dozens of times, then suddenly withdrew, turning his attention to Lu Mingluan's muddy passage. His dragon spear moved up and down, sometimes plunging into her stamen, sometimes into her palace, driving the two beautiful women to repeated orgasms, their juices flowing freely.

Long Hui thrust a few times inside Lu Mingluan's flower cavity, noticing a pale pink chrysanthemum between her buttocks. His predatory instincts were piqued, and he withdrew his dragon spear, preparing to explore the chrysanthemum bud. Unexpectedly, he heard familiar footsteps outside—it was Little Phoenix.

"Oh no, Bing'er's here!"

Long Hui muttered, startling both women into a cold sweat. Lu Mingluan, having suffered less defilement, still had some strength left. She immediately rolled off the bed and hid under it.

Luo Qingyan wanted to follow suit, but the space under the bed was too narrow, only allowing one person to fit, leaving her sweating profusely with anxiety.

The footsteps grew closer, and Luo Qingyan was terrified, her face paling. The usually composed woman was now in a state of extreme panic, tears welling in her eyes.

"Little thief, are you in there?"

Bing'er's sweet voice came from outside the door, a sound like a thunderbolt to their hearts.

"Bing'er wants to come in, what do we do?"

Luo Qingyan looked at Long Hui, her eyes flashing with helplessness and pleading, like a distraught woman waiting for her man to make a decision.

Chapter Thirteen: A Glimmer of Hope

Long Hui initially wanted to say, "Let her in."

But meeting Luo Qingyan's panicked gaze and tearful expression, Long Hui knew she wasn't ready to meet Bing'er. Even if he rashly allowed them to confront each other, it would leave a rift in the future, inevitably affecting their intimacy.

"Never mind, Sister Luo isn't ready yet, let's avoid her for a while."

Thinking this, Long Hui suppressed his original thought and pointed under the table.

Luo Qingyan understood, hurriedly picked up her clothes from the bed, and crawled under the table, her voluptuous body exposed.

Long Hui had been preoccupied with the two alluring women, so he had only taken off his trousers; his upper body was still relatively intact, and with his long robe, he could easily conceal himself. He then sat at the table, using his body to shield Luo Qingyan.

This room was for official business, and the bed was for his own rest. It was separated from the outer hall only by a screen. Long Hui secretly resolved to keep this little girl occupied and prevent her from getting behind the screen.

The door opened, and a woman in white entered with a smile. Bing'er was holding a white jade soup bowl; the jade's color and her delicate hands reflected each other, making it difficult to tell which was whiter.

"Little thief, seeing how busy you are every day, I'll take pity on you today and make you a nourishing soup..."

Chu Wanbing paused, wrinkled her cute little nose, took a deep breath, and frowned, saying, "You little thief, why does your room smell so strange?"

The room reeked of a mixture of semen, vaginal fluid, and breast milk, with the milky smell being the strongest, thick and pungent, hitting you as soon as you entered.

Luo Qingyan felt a chill run down her spine, thinking she was doomed.

Long Hui, however, calmly replied, "It's nothing, I just drank some mare's milk wine with Wang Dong and the others."

Mare's milk wine was originally a type of wine from the border regions, made by mixing mare's milk with several other ingredients and fermenting it in jars. Besides the milky taste, it also had a spicy, pungent smell, which most people couldn't stomach; only people from the northern frontier used it to ward off the cold.

The little girl frowned slightly, displeased, and said angrily, "It smells awful! You're not allowed to drink this wine again, or you can forget about kissing me again."

Long Hui smiled and agreed, and Luo Qingyan breathed a sigh of relief, but she was still blaming Long Hui in her heart, feeling indignant on behalf of her daughter: "That brat really lies without batting an eye, fooling Bing'er so easily, he's really awful!"

Chu Wanbing approached step by step with a smile on her peach-blossom cheeks, and Luo Qingyan's mood became more and more chaotic, her snow-white body trembling slightly under the table.

With a soft clang, the soup bowl was placed on the table, followed by her daughter's slightly spoiled and charmingly sweet voice: "Drink it while it's hot, and—don't say it's not good."

Luo Qingyan's face turned pale, and she prayed in her heart that this nagging girl would leave quickly. Unexpectedly, Long Hui added fuel to the fire, saying, "Bing'er, come here quickly, I want you to feed me spoonful by spoonful."

Chu Wanbing spat, "Are you a child!"

Long Hui chuckled, "I just want to have a good talk with Bing'er. Come, sit down next to me."

Luo Qingyan cried out in her heart, "Bing'er, go away, go away, don't listen to him..."

But outwardly, the girl bit her lip and moved closer to Long Hui.

Luo Qingyan's heart sank to the bottom. If this girl sat next to Long Hui, she would inevitably discover that she was hiding naked under the table. What face would she have then? Thinking of this, tears welled up in Luo Qingyan's eyes, and she cursed Long Hui a thousand times in her heart.

Just as Chu Wanbing approached, Long Hui suddenly reached out and pressed her down on the table. Chu Wanbing's face turned pale, and she scolded, "You bastard, what are you doing!"

Long Hui sat in the chair, his hands stroking the young woman's fair and voluptuous body, and laughed, "Bing'er, your husband has missed you. Will you give yourself to me today?"

Luo Qingyan below was instantly furious. So this guy wasn't going to cover for her, but was going to take advantage of the situation to have sex with both mother and daughter.

Thinking that she and her daughter were about to suffer this scoundrel's humiliation one after another, Luo Qingyan's heart was filled with rage, and she wanted to overturn the table and curse him.

Chu Wanbing cried out in a soft, mournful voice, "You little thief... not today, my menstrual blood hasn't worn off yet!"

Luo Qingyan finally understood that this little rascal was using a feigned retreat to get the girl to leave on her own. Thinking this, her heart calmed down.

Long Hui persisted, reaching his hand inside the little phoenix's dress, using both hands simultaneously, one to grasp her breast and the other to caress her genitals. Chu Wanbing let out a soft moan, her body trembling violently, her voluptuous figure shaking so much that the entire table began to shake.

Under the table, Luo Qingyan was secretly startled, thinking, "This little lecher wouldn't even spare Bing'er's menstrual period, would he?"

Thinking this, she strained her ears to listen to what was happening above. She heard Chu Wanbing moan, "Little thief...no, don't touch me...ahh!"

After a high-pitched cry, the table stopped shaking, leaving only soft breathing and the unique fragrance of a mysterious, alluring scent in the air, mixed with a hint of blood.

This was clearly the scent of menstrual blood mixed with vaginal fluid. Luo Qingyan's heart tightened, and the image of her daughter's helpless expression flashed through her mind. The beautiful woman's plump, fair body felt a slight heat rising within her. Just then, she noticed a tent pitched in the front of Long Hui's robe, clearly indicating an erection.

On the table, Chu Wanbing curled up helplessly, a faint trace of blood appearing under her snow-white skirt—menstrual blood seeping out.

She had originally had a piece of cotton cloth between her legs, but after being teased by Long Hui's caressing hands, her vulva couldn't bear the pressure and seeped out honey-like fluid, wetting the cloth and greatly reducing its absorbency, making it unable to contain menstrual blood.

Looking at the alluring figure of this little phoenix on the table, Long Hui felt a burning desire in his lower abdomen. He reached out and pulled aside her clothes, revealing her two round, large breasts. He continued to tease them, the smooth flesh flowing between his fingers, changing shape in various ways.

Thinking of the mother and daughter flowers moaning and panting before him, Long Hui became even more excited. His penis instantly filled with boiling blood, the glans turning purplish-red, and steam rising from the tip, making Luo Qingyan both shocked and frightened.

She didn't know what Long Hui was thinking, and thought this boy was going to harm her daughter. She secretly thought, "Bing'er is in her menstrual period. If she is violated by this boy again, she might develop a chronic illness."

"You little thief... not today."

From the table came Chu Wanbing's almost tearful pleas. Luo Qingyan felt a pang of pity, but the dragon spear before her seemed to be stimulated by something, growing larger and larger, like a vicious dragon devouring everything.

Driven by her daughter's protective instincts, Luo Qingyan gritted her teeth and, with a shy yet alluring expression, opened her mouth to take the dragon spear into her mouth. Her fragrant tongue licked and kissed the shaft, hoping to release the dragon's lustful fire.

Long Hui felt his lower body enter a warm, slippery, and moist place. Looking down, he saw a beautiful woman kneeling between his legs, diligently serving his dragon root.

Above him lay a beautiful woman's jade body, and below him, a seductive woman's mouth was playing the flute. Long Hui felt incredibly stimulated, and pleasure surged within him. He couldn't help but kiss Chu Wanbing's lips. Chu Wanbing's body had already been explored without any privacy. After a few thrusts, she closed her eyes tightly, opened her lips, and offered her tongue in a deep kiss.

While kissing the little phoenix and fondling her ample breasts, Long Hui suddenly had a whimsical idea: to compare the fullness of the mother and daughter's breasts.

So, taking advantage of the little girl's closed eyes, he boldly slipped one hand under the table and gently grasped one of Luo Qingyan's large breasts, while his other hand continued its ravages on Chu Wanbing's chest.

Attacked, the mother and daughter simultaneously let out two low moans. Coincidentally, their moans overlapped perfectly, as if uttered by the same person, without a trace. Even their moans were so synchronized, prompting one to praise the mother and daughter's unspoken connection.

With a sudden tightening of his hands, the two women's breasts immediately took on various shapes in his palms. Truly mother and daughter, their breasts were plump and luscious, smooth and supple, too large to be grasped by five fingers. Long Hui was overjoyed, and in his pleasure, he immediately began to appreciate their beauty.

As for their breasts, both mother and daughter were soft and smooth, without sagging. Their two beautiful mounds of flesh stood proudly on their chests, like round balls when still. If they encountered the slightest external force, they would surge like an avalanche, leaving one breathless. In terms of the size of their breasts, Sister Luo was even better. Her heavy breasts were like ripe honeydew melons, overflowing with sweet juice at the slightest touch. In fact, the juice inside these melons had long been the Dragon Lord's nectar, and he could enjoy the beauty's sweetness at any time. Bing'er, on the other hand, had small and delicate areolas. Her round and plump breasts had only a small dot of bright red, with a smooth surface, rising like a spire, without a single wart. They were a bright peach-red with a few strands of blue veins, and a small bud bloomed from the slightly upturned spire, just like a ripe flower bud.

The bright red of her nipples contrasted beautifully with the surrounding snow-white skin, making her even more stunning and otherworldly, like a lone red plum blossom blooming on a snow-capped peak. Sister Luo, having breastfed, had slightly larger areolas, about the size of copper coins, exuding the sweet moisture of a mature woman. Bing'er

's body was delicate and snow-white, every movement radiating youthful vitality. Above her were the deep, fragrant kisses of a young woman, below, the attentive blows of a mature woman. Each hand held a plump, tender breast, an indescribable sensation. As desire ignited, her penis grew even harder and thicker. Simple licking was no longer enough. Luo Qingyan exerted herself further, her cheeks sinking deep, using a sucking technique to deeply grasp the penis, then slowly drawing it into her throat. She used the movement of her pharyngeal cartilage to counteract the man's lust, relieving some of the pressure on her daughter. The sucking made smacking sounds, the sounds of fresh, juicy flesh accompanying the sucking, utterly lewd.

Chu Wanbing, above, grew increasingly passionate with each kiss, her nectar mixed with menstrual blood leaking from her flower-like depths, soaking a large patch of the table. The delicate fragrance of sandalwood filled the entire room. Saliva flowed back and forth between their mouths, the kisses sizzling loudly.

As the kisses above intensified, the sucking below became even more vigorous, a true display of fragrant kisses and tongues, sandalwood lips playing the flute, each rising and falling in its own rhythm, each with its own cadence.

The mother and daughter seemed to be in a competition; the slightly heavier the kiss above, the higher the flute's melody below would rise three octaves. But surprisingly, no matter what, the two sounds overlapped perfectly, without any discrepancy, in perfect harmony, indistinguishable from one another. An occasional occurrence could be attributed to coincidence, but the repeated occurrence of similar situations made one secretly marvel at the wonders of creation, that this phoenix mother and daughter flower could be so perfectly in sync, even the sounds of their kisses and flute playing could overlap perfectly, leaving one unable to discern the mystery behind it.

Besides their voices merging, the mother and daughter's desire was also building. Their wombs tightened simultaneously, and a gush of fluid gushed out. Two alluring fragrances mingled, thick and lingering. Long Hui inhaled the double fragrance, his seminal gates wide open, and his scalding semen poured into the beautiful woman's mouth.

Both phoenixes simultaneously released their lips, breathing softly. Luo Qingyan gasped for breath a few times before stopping, while Chu Wanbing, without restraint, narrowed her alluring eyes and said in a coquettish voice, "You little rascal, you only know how to bully me! When Mother comes back, I'll definitely tell her!"

Under the table, Luo Qingyan was in dire straits. She was already struggling to protect herself; how could she possibly stand up for her daughter?

Long Hui chuckled, secretly delighted, thinking, "Your mother's still hiding under the table."

His gaze couldn't help but sweep under the table, where he saw the beautiful woman's rosy lips glistening with white fluid, her snow-white, voluptuous body curled up like a piece of fine jade.

The more Long Hui looked, the more lustful he became. He stood up, lifted the front of his robe, and brought his still-erect penis to Chu Wanbing's lips.

Chu Wanbing cried out in surprise, "I'm going to die!"

Long Hui said, "Bing'er, I'm so uncomfortable, help me."

He pressed the large head of his penis against her full, red lips, thrusting forward to part them, gently rubbing it against her teeth.

Chu Wanbing's pretty face flushed red, her cheeks burning, but she still obediently opened her lips and took the dragon root into her mouth. However, after a few sucks, she noticed something was off about the taste. There seemed to be a faint, familiar fragrance mixed with a strong aura of yang essence. She quickly spat it out and asked suspiciously, "You little thief, why does your stinky thing have such a strange smell?"

Long Hui calmly replied, "I just kissed you, Bing'er, and I felt like I couldn't hold it in anymore, so I took care of it with my hand. Look, I even took off my pants!"

Chu Wanbing was stunned for a moment, then sighed softly, "Little thief, it must have been hard on you. You've been sleeping alone outside all these past few days, otherwise you wouldn't be so uncomfortable. How about this, you go to Xuexin's place tonight."

He had been quite abstinent recently, but things were different now. He had just tasted two succulent pieces of meat, and not only did he not lose out, he actually made a fortune.

Long Hui coughed and said, "Bing'er, you are the eldest wife of the Long family. You said you would confine me, and you can't go back on your word. Otherwise, you will lose your prestige in front of your sisters."

Hearing this, Chu Wanbing was overjoyed, and Luo Qingyan under the table also nodded secretly.

Chu Wanbing couldn't help but smile and said, "Good brother, I'm very happy that you think this way!"

The little girl returned the favor and took the initiative to prop herself up, lay on all fours on the table, lowered her head and opened her mouth to take the dragon spear that had just emerged from her mother's two holes and was being served by her mother's mouth into her mouth.

After a moment, Chu Wanbing felt uncomfortable in the position, so she spat out the lewd rod and said, "Little thief, I feel weird lying on the table. Why don't we go to the bed? Bing'er will definitely serve you well."

The bed was already covered with various lewd stains, and Long Hui dared not agree to her request. He hurriedly said, "No need, I like you the way you are now, Bing'er."

Seeing his insistence, Chu Wanbing didn't think too much about it and continued to bow her head and play the flute, serving Long Hui's root.

Watching the little phoenix "inherit her mother's business," Long Hui was overjoyed. He had to admit that this girl's oral skills were no less than her mother's. Her fragrant tongue licked skillfully, and her lips swirled and sucked. Her skillful mouth made Long Hui's root feel very smooth and comfortable.

Apart from the occasional gasps from the man, the only sounds in the room were the smacking and sucking sounds of the young woman playing the flute, as well as her heavy breathing.

Hearing her daughter's cries, Luo Qingyan's heart, which had just calmed down, became restless again, and drops of honey-like fluid uncontrollably seeped from between her legs.

Remembering how Sister Luo had served him just now, Long Hui couldn't help but secretly compare the skills of the mother and daughter. They were evenly matched; besides the physical pleasure, the mental enjoyment was even more pronounced. His manhood opened wide, and he poured his hot semen into the little phoenix's tender throat, ejaculating with unbridled pleasure.

Chu Wanbing swallowed the hot semen, then diligently cleaned the semen stains from his spear, before taking out a handkerchief to carefully dry her husband.

"Bing'er, you should go back now."

"Are you feeling better?"

"Much better. Go back and change quickly, so you don't catch a cold."

This girl was menstruating and had just ejaculated repeatedly; her groin was wet and sticky. Long Hui was afraid she would catch a cold, so he didn't dare tease her any further and coaxed her to change her clothes.

Chu Wanbing also felt discomfort in her legs and buttocks, so she didn't think much of it and said before leaving, "Hurry up and drink the soup while it's hot. I'll come back to keep you company later."

After the little girl left, Luo Qingyan dared to come out, but as soon as she did, Long Hui pulled her into his arms and made her sit down. "Sister Luo, Bing'er is gone. Let's continue."

Luo Qingyan retorted angrily, "Continue my foot! You've ruined my daughter and me like this, and you're still not satisfied... Hmm, what are you doing? Stop it! Bing'er might come back!"

"Don't worry, your girl will need to comb her hair and get ready after her bath. It won't be long before she gets here."

Long Hui chuckled, ignoring the beautiful woman's objections, and pressed her fragrant, voluptuous body onto the table. Her large breasts were pressed against the table, the flesh overflowing like two patties of meat smeared with cheese, making it impossible for Luo Qingyan to put her hands on her shoulders. Her firm, plump buttocks were raised high, her central vulva wet and swollen, her hairless mons pubis glowing with pink flesh. Her anus was moist, glistening with dew, her front and back orifices like two alluring fleshy flowers, waiting to be explored.

The large glans constantly roamed and teased around her plump vulva, causing Luo Qingyan to gasp incessantly. The man thrust his hips forward, once again possessing her fragrant body, leaving the beautiful woman weak and powerless, lying on the table, her jade buttocks raised, enduring the shame and humiliation.

The hot, tight intestines were penetrated by a scalding, hard foreign object, and a strong tearing sensation came, causing Luo Qingyan to rise again. Her anus secreted honey oil, causing her anal muscles to gradually soften, bringing a surge of sexy waves: "Long'er...you're so bad...playing with my back again!"

The man thoroughly enjoyed the beautiful woman's two holes, and Luo Qingyan was also driven to tears. She pressed her cheek against the table and groaned. Suddenly, the man behind her exerted force, knocking her down onto the wet spot left by Bing'er. The faint fragrance mixed with the pungent smell of menstrual blood stirred up the desire in Luo Qingyan's heart. Under her own influence, she tried to lick it with her tongue. The taste was extremely strange and she couldn't explain it, but a strong sense of arousal and stimulation was brewing in her heart, as if a thousand ants were crawling on her, cat claws were scratching her heart, and her tender phoenix palace was a little itchy.

Recalling how her daughter had recently licked her dragon root until it was glistening, still seemingly smeared with the fragrance of her mouth, Luo Qingyan felt a sweet sensation in her heart. She felt not only the vigorous thrusts of her young lover, but also the smooth, fragrant saliva of her daughter—it was truly indescribable.

She only tasted it briefly before withdrawing her tongue, afraid that the little lecher would see and subject her to further teasing. Long Hui was currently busy enjoying her body and had no time to notice such details.

Reaching the peak of his pleasure, he casually untied Luo Qingyan's hair, letting her long, glossy black hair cascade down, covering her snow-white skin and obscuring her delicate face. With each thrust, her long hair danced wildly, revealing every detail of her beautiful body in the glow of the setting sun. Her snow-white, full buttocks rose high, covered in wet, lustful stains and red marks, her buttocks heaving and undulating under the man's thrusts.

"Sister Luo, your breasts are so big, even bigger than Bing'er's, so plump and round, they feel so good!"

Long Hui lifted the beautiful woman's delicate body, covered her breasts with his hands, and continued to thrust from behind.

"You bastard, all you think about is how to bully us orphans and widows... Oh... be gentle, don't be too rough, I'm going to pierce your stomach..."

Luo Qingyan's eyes were half open, her breath was hazy, and her smooth sweat dripped down with the man's thrusts, making her snowy buttocks even more shiny and lustrous.

Long Hui's eyes were bloodshot, and he thrust faster and faster, his hands never idle, wantonly kneading her round breasts and plump snowy buttocks. Under the multiple stimulations, the beautiful woman's jade breasts swelled up again, shooting out stream after stream of milk. Long Hui was quick-witted and nimble, catching it in a soup bowl and mixing it into the nourishing soup that the little girl had personally prepared.

Just then, a warm, bouncy sensation came from behind him. Long Hui turned around and saw Lu Mingluan gazing at him with alluring eyes. Her beautiful body, no less stunning than Luo Qingyan's, was pressed tightly against his back, her jade-like legs fidgeting restlessly, and drops of honey-like fluid dripping from her crotch.

The room was filled with a seductive fragrance, and Lu Mingluan had long been drowsy from the intoxication. As soon as the little phoenix left, she couldn't wait to crawl out from under the bed and embrace her lover from behind.

The two full mounds of flesh pressed against his back, feeling extremely comfortable. Long Hui roared, releasing his hands from kneading her breasts and instead grabbing Luo Qingyan's hair, pulling it back. Luo Qingyan cried out in pain, involuntarily raising her head and straightening her body.

Long Hui's lower body throbbed incessantly, his hands tugging at her hair as if he were galloping on horseback. The snow-white, plump mare beneath him was also trying her best to respond, completely losing her senses, only twisting her snow-white body to please her lover.

"Next time, come with Bing'er to keep me company! From now on, you will be my queen, and Bing'er will be the little queen."

"Mmm... Bing'er... Okay, I am Long'er's queen, and Bing'er will be the little queen."

Luo Qingyan was so beautiful that she was oblivious to everything else, only letting out soft moans in accordance with her little lover's words.

Long Hui grew increasingly excited, kissing her neck and panting, "Sister Luo, call me husband."

"Husband..."

"Good girl, call me again."

"Husband, husband... I can't take it anymore... I'm coming, I'm peeing!"

Amidst the high-pitched moans, Long Hui also controlled himself and released a large amount of still hot and thick semen into Luo Qingyan's body. The heat made Luo Qingyan's eyes roll back, her mouth wide open, and a stream of fragrant vaginal fluid gushed out like a flood. Accompanying it was a stream of golden urine, like amber wine. The urine and vaginal fluid sprayed onto the ground for more than ten breaths, forming a puddle on the ground, and the room was filled with a lewd smell.

Long Hui chuckled inwardly, "No wonder they're mother and daughter; even their loss of control and climax are so similar, so alluring."

After the climax, Luo Qingyan lay limply on the table, her eyes glazed, her mouth wide open as she gasped for breath. This intense battle had exhausted her. Moreover, Long Hui hadn't used the main entrance, focusing instead on the rear. Although her chrysanthemum passage was a captivating cave, warm and tight, it was no match for the Immortal Boy Technique.

This was Long Hui's trump card for subduing the Xuan Yin Charming Body, avoiding the numb Yin essence and using various layers of flesh to manipulate his weapon. Although it was an unfair victory, it was his trump card against the Little Phoenix. Now, it was equally effective against this vixen. However, only his abundant Yang energy could allow him to use this unorthodox method. Anyone else would probably have lost halfway just from smelling that alluring fragrance, let alone having the strength to subdue the phoenix and demon.

Long Hui withdrew his penis from the warm and tight chrysanthemum passage, turned around, embraced Lu Mingluan, and began a new round of subduing the phoenix and demon.

The room was filled with the gentle breeze of spring, and the sounds of phoenixes and luan birdsong echoed continuously.

Luo Qingyan lay weakly on the table, her buttocks swollen and red, still glistening with traces of white fluid. Lu Mingluan, naked, sat on Long Hui, writhing her body, her round buttocks swaying like a millstone against him, her long, taut legs tightly gripping his waist.

"Mingluan... your figure is so beautiful, those breasts are so lovely, even firmer than Sister Luo's... your buttocks are so round and perky, they're killing me..."

Long Hui's eyes gleamed with lust as he covered Lu Mingluan's firm breasts with his large hand, playing with her pink nipples.

"You little rascal, all you do is spout these lewd words... Oh... you heartless brat, my senior sister married her daughter to you and gave you all her inheritance, and you turn around and bully them, mother and daughter, um... you're so thick... it's killing me..."

Lu Mingluan supported herself on Long Hui's body with her jade hands and began to twist wildly. Hearing this, Long Hui couldn't help but imagine the beauty of this mother and daughter, and his heart warmed. He sat up, grabbed Lu Mingluan's plump buttocks, and began to thrust hard.

"Oh...it's gotten thicker again, you little rascal, you get so excited talking about my senior sister and that girl, you're so naughty...don't think about anyone else..."

Suddenly, Long Hui picked up Lu Mingluan and thrust into her honey pot as he walked. Using the force of gravity, he opened her honey pot wide. Lu Mingluan felt like her heart was being pounded to pieces. She felt like a drifting, aimless boat. In desperation, she quickly wrapped her legs around the man's waist, wrapped her arms around his neck, buried her face in his neck, and moved with her lover's rhythm.

As he thrust, Long Hui slowly reached his hand behind Lu Mingluan's buttocks, stroking it back and forth between her warm, moist cleft. Startled, she cried out, "Long Hui...don't touch there...it hurts so much..."

Long Hui said softly, "Mingluan, I want it here, please?"

Lu Mingluan said with some fear, "No, not today. Little Phoenix will be here with you later, let's not cause any trouble, okay?"

Long Hui thought it made sense. After all, Mingluan didn't have the Xuan Yin Charming Body to protect her, and expanding her vaginal canal would take a considerable amount of time. Anyway, it was already tomorrow, and this piece of meat that was already in his mouth wouldn't be lost. So he suppressed his lustful desires, focused on her vaginal opening, and sent the beautiful woman to ecstasy.

Long Hui rode freely on these two enchanting women, releasing the pent-up frustration and energy of the past few days. Finally, he embraced both of them, their fair bodies swaying in the fragrant air, feeling utterly blissful.

After their lovemaking, the three hurriedly dressed. Luanfeng and her companion left first, while Longhui tidied up the house, destroying any suspicious traces. He then pretended to wait for his beloved wife to come and keep him company.

After a little over half an hour, Chu Wanbing, freshly dressed and smiling, entered and sat down intimately next to him. She breathed sweetly into his ear, "Little thief, did you drink the soup? Was it good?"

The nourishing soup, infused with his wife's tender affection and Luo's sweet nectar, was bound to taste good. Longhui nodded with lingering satisfaction, praising, "It's wonderful, truly a delicacy."

Chu Wanbing giggled, "I'll make you a bowl every day from now on."

Longhui replied with a double meaning, "I'd be delighted. Ideally, I could drink this nectar morning, noon, and night."

The little girl was overjoyed.

After lingering for a while, Chu Wanbing asked, "How did things go?"

Long Hui laughed, "Almost done. Once the fleet returns from the Panlong Sacred Vein, our grand plan can proceed smoothly!"

Chu Wanbing asked, "Good brother, what kind of treasures does your Panlong Sacred Vein have?"

Long Hui smiled and said, "We have everything—silver-threaded white fur, crystal glass, whale oil jade, and more than you can eat."

Chu Wanbing took a deep breath and said, "I didn't expect you, little thief, to be so wealthy. I really misjudged you before."

Long Hui pinched her delicate nose and teased, "So, little girl, do you want to embezzle my money?"

Chu Wanbing spat, "Who cares? If I really embezzled your money, I'd be managing the accounts every day!" "I used to manage the accounts for my mother, and it made my head spin. I don't want to suffer like that again. All that trouble will turn me into a haggard old woman sooner or later."

Long Hui laughed, "People say men with money become bad, Bing'er isn't afraid of your husband..."

Chu Wanbing snorted, "You're already bad enough, anyway, I can't control you, you can go as crazy as you want, but I'm making this clear: after marrying Bai Meimei and the other four, if you want any other women to come into the house, you'll have to get our unanimous consent, otherwise forget it!"

Long Hui smiled obsequiously, "Yes, yes, Bing'er is truly a virtuous wife and loving mother. When the fleet returns, I'll give you a big gift."

Hearing about the gift, Chu Wanbing's eyes lit up, and she looked at him expectantly, asking, "What gift?"

Long Hui smiled mysteriously, "It's a secret!"

"Tell me..."

"If I tell you, there won't be any surprise."

"Tell me a little bit secretly, just half of it."

"Even half of it can't be told."

Chu Wanbing pestered him several more times, but Long Hui just wouldn't tell her, making her quite bored. She could only pout and obediently stay by his side.

The bright moon shone, casting a silvery glow over Tianya Hailing. However, Canghai Pavilion, due to Zong Yixiao's influence, was isolated by the Confucian school and had lost its former glory.

Three figures approached under the cover of night. Their attire consisted of two Confucian scholars and one monk. They were none other than Mencius and Confucius, the two orphans of the Confucian school's leaders. The monk carried a precept knife on his back; who else could it be but Ku Hai?

Tianya Hailing was the main altar of the Confucian school, and its defenses were naturally not to be underestimated. However, with Confucius and Mencius leading the way, avoiding the defenses was not a problem.

The three approached the Rain Roll Pavilion. Meng Ke lowered his voice and said, "Yin Fangxi and Jin Ziyi returned to the main altar yesterday, preparing to mobilize the Confucian forces to deal with Grandmaster Uncle and the others. This is our only chance."

Kong Qiu said, "Don't worry, Senior Brother, everything will proceed according to plan."

As he spoke, he took out a token from his robes, the Canghai Token held by the Canghai Pavilion Master, which was also one of the keys to opening the Haoqi Platform formation.

Ku Hai said, "Please, you two, act with peace of mind. Leave the task of attracting attention to me."

Meng Ke frowned and said, "Master, please be careful and don't force yourself."

Ku Hai smiled and said, "I am only asking Yin and Jin for guidance as a junior. They won't lower themselves to make things difficult for me. It is you who are going deep into the tiger's den to steal the token. If you are not careful, the consequences will be unpredictable."

With that, Ku Hai strode forward and loudly proclaimed a Buddhist chant, "This humble monk pays respects to Pavilion Master Yin!"

His voice was full of energy, reaching the sky and startling all the disciples of the Rain Roll Pavilion.

The door opened, and Yin Fangxi led his disciples out, saying, "The Buddha has come to visit late at night, and I have not yet asked for your Dharma Body's title." Among the younger generation of Buddhists, Ku Hai was extremely low-key. Furthermore, since the Battle of Iron Wall Pass, he had been forging his sword at the Cliff of Boundless Depths, unlike Jieyin and Zhunti, who received much attention. Few knew his stance, so Yin Fangxi was quite polite to him.

Ku Hai said, "This humble monk's Dharma name is Ku Hai. In the past, I was ordered by the Heavenly Buddha to forge the Demon-Suppressing Precept Blade to eliminate the karmic obstacles of Buddhism."

Yin Fangxi asked, "Could it be that the karmic obstacles the Buddha refers to are sinful Buddhas and transgressing monks?"

Ku Hai replied, "Indeed."

Yin Fangxi said, "I wonder what brings you here so late at night, Master?"

Ku Hai said, "This junior wishes to verify the power of the Precept Blade, whether it truly possesses the ability to exorcise demons. However, Buddhism is currently in a turbulent period, making it difficult to verify the blade's power. Therefore, I have shamelessly sought help from the Confucian school. I have long heard of Master Yin's superb martial arts, and hope..." "I am grateful for your wise words, Master."

Ku Hai secretly flattered him. Yin Fangxi thought to himself, "Weituo was severely injured by Yu Xiuting, and Li Lou is a traitor. The Buddhist sect has lost its pillar. No wonder the young monk sought help from the Confucian sect. Since he has come to us personally and humbly seeks our guidance, we should help him and do the Buddhist sect a favor. Moreover, that scoundrel Qian Seng killed many Confucian disciples when he was possessed by demons. Since the young monk has the intention to eliminate demons, I will go with the flow and avenge my disciples."

"Eliminating demons and protecting the righteous path is our duty,"

Yin Fangxi nodded. "I am willing to lend a helping hand to the Buddhist sect."

Ku Hai clasped his hands together in thanks, performing the etiquette of a junior seeking guidance from a senior.

Seeing his impeccable manners and extremely humble attitude, Yin Fangxi was quite satisfied and said with a smile, "Buddha, please draw your sword!"

Ku Hai's eyes narrowed, he focused his energy, and the sword sheath on his back suddenly shattered, revealing a dazzling golden light. A solemn, golden-bladed monk's sword was drawn—the Brahma Temple Zen Practice—Unsheathed.

Upon seeing the sword's divine power, Yin Fangxi couldn't help but praise, "Solemn and dignified, without adornment, yet concealing the fierce power to subdue demons—a divine sword!"

Ku Hai held the sword in front of him, assuming the starting stance of an Arhat bowing to Buddha, the proper etiquette for a junior Buddhist to learn from a senior.

Yin Fangxi didn't stand on ceremony either. He swayed his Confucian robe, purple light surging, left hand behind his back, right hand slightly extended—the posture of an elder offering a move.

"Make your move!"

Yin Fangxi said loudly.

"I hope Confucius and Mencius can successfully steal the token!"

Ku Hai sighed inwardly, then composed himself and swung his sword forward.

The Rain Roll Pavilion, constructed entirely of jade stone, covers an area of 100 acres and has nine floors. Its construction technique is unparalleled. Except for the first floor, the other floors are not surrounded by walls, but supported only by a central pillar. Each floor is an independent courtyard, with blooming flowers, green willows, and swimming fish in clear water, like a garden suspended in mid-air, a truly beautiful sight.

The staircases between the floors spiral upwards around the central pillar. Confucius and Mencius, using the Bitter Sea as cover, secretly infiltrated. They had planned their move beforehand. Two days earlier, they had subdued two disciples of the Rain Roll Pavilion, then used their faces as templates to create human skin masks, disguising themselves as the two disciples to blend in.

Since there was no time to investigate the two disciples' habits, they used the Bitter Sea to create a diversion, drawing the attention of the disciples inside the pavilion to the outside.

The two climbed the stone pillar staircase up the layers of pavilions, all the way to the ninth floor, and headed straight for the Rain Roll Pavilion's treasure trove of books—"The Wise Garden."

Jin Ziyi possessed an almost obsessive passion for books. Whether Confucianism, Taoism, Buddhism, or any other school of thought, he wouldn't let a good book slip by. He began reading the books of Yunhan Academy at the age of seven, spending thirty years thoroughly studying its entire collection. When his own lineage ran out of books, he then turned to Yujuan Tower to peruse its vast collection.

Within the Confucian school, except for extremely important martial arts manuals or confidential documents, all other books could be freely read. Therefore, whether elders or juniors, any Confucian disciple could freely enter and leave Mingzhi Garden, demonstrating its open-minded academic atmosphere.

Mingzhi Garden housed tens of thousands of volumes, covering literature, military strategy, astrology, medicine, divination, official histories, unofficial records, and even bizarre and fantastical stories and legends. The books were neatly categorized and arranged, and there was a rule that books could not be taken out; they could only be read within Mingzhi Garden. Even Jin Ziyi, as the head of his lineage, could not break this rule.

As Kong and Meng stepped into the garden, a scholarly fragrance wafted towards them, instantly invigorating them. Because it was late at night, and to prevent fires, open flames were prohibited, leaving the garden shrouded in darkness.

Looking around, they saw a gentle glow in the darkness, illuminating a scholar's robe—it was Jin Ziyi. He held a book in his left hand, engrossed in reading, while his right hand held a pearl to illuminate the light. He was completely absorbed in his reading, unmoved even by Ku Hai's impassioned visit, as this was not under his jurisdiction, and besides, he had faith in Yin Fangxi.

Confucius and Mencius walked to a bookshelf behind Jin Ziyi, pretending to search for books. Confucius deliberately pretended not to see Jin Ziyi, took out a luminous pearl for illumination, and used his internal energy to change his voice, saying, "Senior Brother Sun, have you found the Spring and Autumn Annals?"

Mencius replied, "Not yet."

The two pretended to search for books for a while longer before Mencius finally said, "Junior Brother has found it, the Spring and Autumn Annals."

Confucius hurriedly said, "Let me see it quickly."

He then held up the luminous pearl and flipped through the book, praising it, "Truly worthy of being a poetry classic! Every poem is ancient and profound, cleansed of artifice, wonderful!"

Mencius smiled and said: "Let's study the meaning of this poem tonight and enrich our own poetic knowledge,"

Confucius said. "The poetry competition at Qingliwan is coming up in a few days. We need to prepare well and make sure we stand out at the competition."

Meng Ke said, "Miss Fei'er will definitely invite us to her private quarters to talk about romance and poetry."

Qingliwan is actually a brothel, and the Miss Fei'er they mentioned is the most beautiful courtesan there. Since ancient times, courtesans have liked to invite scholars and literati to write lyrics and poems for them so that they can have new songs to sing and attract more patrons. At the same time, these scholars and literati can also enjoy the pleasures of the courtesans.

Before they could finish speaking, a snort of anger rang out. Turning around, they saw Jin Ziyi glaring at them coldly. The two hurriedly bowed and said, "Disciples greet Martial Aunt!"

Jin Ziyi coldly said, "You two are truly learned!"

The two replied with slight fear, "Disciples had no intention of disturbing Martial Aunt's reading of the scriptures. We hope Martial Aunt will forgive us."

Jin Ziyi's face darkened with displeasure. She said, "You two came here to study late at night. I thought you were studious people, but your purpose in studying at night is to please a courtesan. It's simply outrageous! Don't you know that only petty people and women are difficult to deal with? You have truly wasted your time studying the classics!"

Confucius said, "Martial Aunt, there are still many heroines in the world. Your words are too arbitrary."

Jin Ziyi raised a cold eyebrow and snorted, "How dare you talk back? Today you'd better say what you think." "Tell me, who is this heroine among women? If you can't give a clear answer, don't blame me for reporting to Master Yin and punishing you!"

Kong Qiu said, "Isn't Yu Xiuting, the Valley Master of Heavenly Sword Valley, a heroine among women?"

Jin Ziyi was furious and shouted, "That shrew is a traitor who murdered the emperor! How dare you call her a heroine among women? You have quite the nerve!"

Meng Ke hurriedly tried to smooth things over, saying, "Uncle, please calm down. My junior brother is just young and ignorant, and doesn't understand right from wrong. Please forgive his slip of the tongue."

Jin Ziyi said, "A thousand-mile dike is destroyed by an ant hole. Many sinners accumulate small mistakes into great evils. If they are not punished and disciplined in time, they will surely take the wrong steps and go astray in the future!"

The implication was that Kong Qiu should be severely punished. Kong Qiu pretended to be terrified and looked at Jin Ziyi timidly, with a hint of pleading in his eyes.

Meng Ke said in a low voice, "Uncle-Master, I recently acquired several scrolls by chance. I've long heard that you are a book lover, and I suppose only you could understand their profound meanings."

His words were calm and unremarkable, yet they were very pleasant to hear, without a trace of flattery. Jin Ziyi was somewhat pleased and asked indifferently, "What books are they?"

Meng Ke took out a package from his robes, unfolded the oilcloth, and said, "Uncle-Master, please look!"

On it lay three jade-colored scrolls, their texture ancient and heavy, like ancient classics lost for thousands of years. They were inscribed with: the Great Virtue Sutra, the Yin-Yang Divine Talisman, and the World-Honored One's Discourse on the Dharma Mantra, which were the classics passed down by the three religions.

Jin Ziyi frowned and said, "These are all widely circulated classics, what's so mysterious about them?"

Meng Ke said, "Uncle-Master, many classic texts have been lost, but these three books of mine are complete, exactly the same as those written by our ancestor during the Primordial Era." Jin

Ziyi was slightly suspicious, and casually flipped through the Confucian classic *Da De Jing*. After reading a few pages, she immediately discovered something shocking. Not only was the content in this book much more extensive, but the words also exuded a majestic and awe-inspiring spirit. The wording and sentence structure were meticulously crafted. Jin Ziyi's expression changed drastically as she looked at Meng Ke and asked, "Where did you obtain these books?"

Meng Ke replied, "I bought them from a merchant by chance. I wonder if they meet your approval, Uncle-Master?"

Jin Ziyi sighed, "A fine book, indeed a fine book. I presumptuously claimed to have thoroughly read the Confucian classics, yet I did not know that this *Da De Jing* contained such profound mysteries."

In order to use the Six Yin Ferocious Yuan to counter the demon race, the three sages of the three religions joined forces to bury the Soul-Locking Stone, which was engraved with the three religions' classics, into Puppet Mountain. When the Six Yin Ferocious Yuan arrived, it would launch a secret attack to severely damage the demon race. In other words, this Soul-Locking Stone was the complete version of these three classics. Mencius and Confucius were on good terms with Long Hui, so they asked him for the text on the stone and then carefully bound it into a book to lure Jin Ziyi.

Jin Ziyi stared at the three books with shining eyes, like a cat eyeing fish, but out of respect for his elders, he couldn't ask for them directly. Meng Ke, observing this, held the books above his head with both hands and said respectfully, "As the saying goes, a pearl is for a beautiful woman, and a precious sword is for a hero. I am but a humble disciple, and I know I cannot comprehend their profound meaning, but I cannot bear to waste such a precious

gift. Please accept them, Uncle." His words were earnest, giving Jin Ziyi ample face. Jin Ziyi, taking advantage of the situation, said, "Since it is your kind gesture, I will accept it. However, I will not take advantage of you. I will repay you double the money you spent on the books."

Meng Ke hurriedly replied, "How dare I ask Uncle for money? I only ask that after you have read these three classics, you could provide some annotations so that I can better understand their essence."

His words not only demonstrated his diligence and eagerness to learn but also subtly praised Jin Ziyi's erudition.

Jin Ziyi was delighted and gazed at the two men, asking, "What are your names?"

Meng Ke and Kong Qiu gave their false identities, and Jin Ziyi nodded slightly, saying, "It's rare to see such eagerness to learn. I will have Senior Brother Yin mentor you, so you can become accomplished as soon as possible." The

two men bowed in gratitude.

Jin Ziyi put the three books into his robes and said, "A young Buddhist monk has come to request Senior Brother Yin's guidance. You two may come with me to take a look."

The two men nodded in agreement and followed Jin Ziyi out of the library.

After walking a few steps, Jin Ziyi felt an itch on his arm and scratched it, but the more he scratched, the itchier it became. However, to maintain his composure, he deliberately endured it. Kong and Meng were secretly pleased and also pretended to be itchy, scratching themselves incessantly.

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