[Urban] Phoenix in Flames (Complete) - Chapter 38

Chapter Three: The Flames of War, Section Five: A Thick Fog, 7.

Xia Qingyang raced towards Jinshui Cape, his heart burning with desire. He wished he could sprout wings and fly to Leng Xue's
side . He reached Jinshui Cape in the dead of night. A row of low-rise houses nestled against the hillside were lit,
and many men sat or stood in the open space in front of them, talking and laughing loudly. He didn't know which house Leng Xue was in, so he had to start searching from the beginning. Pushing
open a door, he saw a naked man and woman entangled together. The woman, pinned beneath the man, was deathly pale, her eyes half-closed,
barely clinging to life.

Xia Qingyang's face turned ashen. Although that woman wasn't Leng Xue, she might be next. Xia Qingyang
searched house by house. Halfway through, Uncle Hai came to stop him, but Xia Qingyang shoved him to the ground. Seeing his murderous aura,
Uncle Hai hesitated for a moment, unable to dissuade him further.

Reaching the far end of the house, Xia Qingyang hesitated for a moment before the door. He didn't know if he hoped Leng Xue was in this
last house. The pitiful sight of the women being violated chilled him to the bone; he couldn't accept that Leng
Xue had suffered the same fate.

He had to face it, so Xia Qingyang took a deep breath and mustered his courage to enter the room. In the next
instant , he finally saw the girl he had been longing for, but she was being held down by a man, his enormous, ugly penis
relentlessly thrusting into her. Xia Qingyang had imagined this scene, but witnessing Leng Xue being raped firsthand
still left him stunned and bewildered.

In that instant, Leng Xue saw him too. Her pale face flushed crimson, her breathing quickened, her heart raced,
and her hands instinctively grabbed the arms of the man holding her down, trying to push him away.

The man, who was enjoying raping Leng Xue, sensed something amiss, turned his head, and saw Xia Qingyang. He was about to
unleash a torrent of curses Xia Qingyang rushed to his side, grabbed him by the neck, and sent him flying against the wall,
unconscious without a sound. Xia Qingyang had already shown mercy, not snapping his neck in one go.

The man who was raping Fan Jianxin nearby, seeing this, jumped up hastily. He was smart enough to
drag the man huddled in the corner towards the door. Xia Qingyang didn't chase after them, his gaze fixed on Leng Xue.

"You're here." Leng Xue smiled slightly, sitting up in bed. Joy washed
over , waves of warmth dispelling the biting cold, the sunlight once again warming her heart.

"Yes, I'm here!" Xia Qingyang tried his best to control his emotions. He had a strange feeling that Leng Xue was like a loving wife
waiting for her lover's return, everything so natural, so harmonious.

Suddenly, Leng Xue opened her arms and hugged him tightly, tears welling in her eyes, sobbing softly. For the past month, she had suffered
far too much humiliation and hurt, too much to describe. She had a strong heart, but in front of the person she loved
, she couldn't control her grievances and sadness, appearing particularly vulnerable.

Xia Qingyang hugged her tightly, gently stroking her hair and softly comforting her, "Don't be sad, let's go, let's leave
this place."

Leng Xue nodded vigorously, tears welling in her eyes. Her mood improved, and her strength returned considerably. "I want to take her with me.
I might not have survived until today without her!" Leng Xue, dressed, walked to Fan Jianxin's bedside.

Xia Qingyang hesitated for a moment. He didn't know what the consequences would be if he broke into Jinshui Corner and kidnapped someone. Now, taking
two people only cause more trouble. But seeing Leng Xue's resolute tone and expression, he said nothing. There was already
a commotion outside the door; leaving would take some effort.

"I can carry her on my back, don't worry about us." Leng Xue saw Xia Qingyang coming to help her. She had also heard
the commotion outside the door. What Xia Qingyang had thought of, she had also thought of.

"Okay! Follow me." Xia Qingyang said calmly. As soon as they stepped out the door, they were surrounded by dozens of people. The first man
, a burly man with a bushy beard, shouted, "Who are you? You injured my brother!"

Xia Qingyang remained calm, cupped his hands in apology, and said, "I was a bit rough just now, please let me through.

I'm very grateful." He knew that the bigger the commotion, the worse it would be for him in the future. Although he wasn't afraid of them, he still had to
protect the two men, and there was no guarantee he wouldn't be able to handle things properly.

The burly man's face was contorted with rage as he roared, "Boy, you think you can just walk away with a few words? Not so
easy !" He then lunged forward, a sharp palm strike hitting him head-on. His martial arts were surprisingly strong.
Before the Demon God Cave trial, Xia Qingyang could have dealt with him, but it would have taken him some time. Now, however, he was completely transformed, and this
level of skill was nothing to him. Xia Qingyang flicked and deflected with one hand, a tremendous force sending the burly man staggering back more than ten steps,
landing heavily on his backside, blood gushing from his mouth.

The Demonic Cult members were all vicious and fearless. Xia Qingyang's forceful palm strike only fueled his ferocity. Coupled with
the fact that many were on good terms with the bearded man, the crowd roared and charged. With the situation escalating to this point, Xia Qingyang
had no choice but to fight back.

Among the dozens of people, aside from a few skilled fighters, the others were of average skill, but their sheer numbers made
it extremely difficult for Xia Qingyang to handle. He also had to protect Leng Xue and Fan Jianxin, further giving the enemy an opening. Many members of the Demonic Cult seized the opportunity to
shift their attacks to the two women, leaving Xia Qingyang overwhelmed and unable to defend himself.

In the heat of battle, several hands grabbed Leng Xue and Fan Jianxin. Although Xia Qingyang managed to repel them in time, their
clothes were torn to shreds, and they bore several bloody scratches on their shoulders and arms. Leng Xue, who had only recently put on clothes,
was once again standing naked before the men.

Leng Xue was somewhat shocked; the trials of the Demon God's Cave were truly miraculous. In just one month, Xia Qingyang's martial arts
had improved many times over, now rivaling his own. If he could persuade Xia Qingyang to leave the Demonic Sect and fight alongside him,
the two of them together would have a good chance of defeating Qinglong.

Xia Qingyang finally erupted in fury. He hadn't used his full strength earlier, and those he had knocked down were only injured
, not killed. He was worried that if he killed someone, things would escalate beyond control. When he saw Leng Xue injured again, his overwhelming rage
made him lose his mind. "Don't push me any further!" he roared, shattering
the skull , then sending another flying into the air, lifeless before they even hit the ground.

"Come on, I'll kill you one by one!" Xia Qingyang roared, his murderous aura soaring to the heavens.

The attackers were intimidated by his imposing presence and dared not rush forward again, but arrows were drawn and crossbows were pulled, and the battle was still
imminent . Suddenly, a long howl rang out, and a figure flashed in like lightning.

"Stop! All of you, or die!" The newcomer was none other than Qinglong. Uncle Hai's attempt to stop him failed, so he immediately
reported to Qinglong.

Qinglong glanced at Xia Qingyang, a nameless rage rising within him. A lowly member of the sect had trespassed into his residence; although he had
severely injured him, the loss of face was insufficient to quell his anger. Moreover, this brat had actually passed the Demon God Cave's test.
The thought of Xia Qingyang was more disgusting to Qinglong than swallowing a fly. Xia Qingyang was no longer the same; he was not only the winner of the trial
but also the disciple of the Martial Saint. Qinglong had no choice but to swallow his anger. But unexpectedly,
even without him seeking trouble, the boy had caused such a huge disturbance. Qinglong was truly seething with hatred.

On his way here, Qinglong called the Martial Saint, after all, he was now the Martial Saint's disciple, his status different from before. But
the Martial Saint's disciple claimed he was in seclusion and wouldn't answer the phone. The Martial Saint's silence left Qinglong in a dilemma. If he
rashly killed Xia Qingyang, the consequences of being blamed would be dire. A few days ago, the accident in the control room forced him to
keep a low profile.

While pondering, Qinglong turned his gaze to Leng Xue. Of all the women he had slept with,
Leng Xue was the one who stirred his heart the most, the one he could never forget. Her appearance, her figure, and her pure, icy
aura—every time he thought of her, it ignited his burning desire. He watched the video several times, each time wanting to
have sex with her, but afterwards, he would still recall her appearance. He considered bringing Leng Xue to him several times, but the Martial Saint
's orders and the thought of her being violated by countless men prevented him from doing so. Yet, at this moment, her appearance remained unchanged, her
figure unchanged, and she showed no trace of filth or impurity. If when Qinglong took her virginity, she was like a
budding flower, now the flower had bloomed, radiating a captivating and dazzling magic. Qinglong stared, somewhat
stunned, his penis beginning to swell, an unnamed fire burning within him.

Xia Qingyang noticed Qinglong's lewd gaze; he desperately wanted to rush forward and fight Qinglong to the death, but he struggled to
control this impulse. If Leng Xue died because of Qinglong, he would risk his life for her, but Leng Xue was still alive; if
he died, no one could protect her.

"You brat, how dare you act so recklessly! Just because you passed the trial doesn't mean you can do whatever you want! You killed two people, and
you still won't surrender? I can still plead with the Martial Saint!" Qinglong regained his composure and shouted loudly.

Xia Qingyang stared directly at Qinglong and said loudly, "I didn't come here to cause trouble, I just want to take these two women away. I am
the Martial Saint's disciple, what's the big deal about taking two women away? Besides, I was forced to defend myself just now. They
are not skilled enough , what do they have to say?" Xia Qingyang invoked the Martial Saint's name, hoping to intimidate Qinglong.

Qinglong was speechless. The Demonic Sect respected strength above all else. With Xia Qingyang's current status,
even if he asked the Paradise for women, let alone from such a lowly place, there was no reason for them not to give them to him. Most importantly, the Martial Saint's attitude was unclear, which made
Qinglong hesitant.

"Leave these two women behind, you go. I'll go see the Martial Saint tomorrow," Qinglong said. If he let
Xia Qingyang take these two women away, he would lose face even more.

"I won't leave them here. Either let us go, or we fight!" Xia Qingyang
said resolutely .

"Don't think you're so arrogant just because you've passed through the Demon God Cave for cultivation." Qinglong lunged forward, deciding to capture
him first before seeking permission from the Martial Saint.

Xia Qingyang roared and launched a preemptive attack against Qinglong. Against a master of Qinglong's caliber, retreat
was tantamount to defeat; a preemptive attack offered a chance to gain the upper hand. In the darkness, their energies clashed violently. The two moved with lightning speed;
no one except Leng Xue could see their moves clearly. They only saw two black shadows collide and then retreat back to their original positions.

Qinglong remained focused and still, while Xia Qingyang showed no abnormality except for a slightly pale face. In the blink of an eye, they
had exchanged several blows. Qinglong, relying on his experience, had only gained a slight advantage. Xia Qingyang's strength far exceeded Qinglong's expectations.
Not only was capturing him alive out of the question, but even killing him would likely come at a price.

Qinglong hesitated even more, unsure whether to continue his attack or swallow his anger.

"Lord Qinglong's martial arts far surpass mine, but I can see you have no intention of killing me. Why not let me
go today, and the Martial Saint will decide tomorrow?" Xia Qingyang spoke politely to save face for him. He pointed out
Qinglong 's hesitation; in a duel between masters, spirit and energy must be unified. He was determined to fight to the death, but Qinglong
wasn't, making the fight disadvantageous for Qinglong.

Qinglong thought it over and over, finally gritting his teeth and saying, "You can go. I'll find the Martial Saint tomorrow."

Xia Qingyang cupped his hands and said, "Thank you for your magnanimity, Lord Qinglong!" Then he said to Leng Xue, "Let's go." Leng Xue carried
Fan Jianxin on her back and walked ahead, with Xia Qingyang bringing up the rear, disappearing from the crowd under their predatory gazes.

After walking several hundred meters, finally out of sight of those behind her, Leng Xue felt a sense of relief and collapsed softly. It was winter
now , and although Luofeng Island was located in the tropics, the temperature plummeted at night. While people don't feel cold when they're tense, Leng Xue
, exhausted and naked, shivered. Of course, she
could withstand even the lowest temperatures by circulating her inner energy, but Xia Qingyang was, after all, a member of the Demonic Sect, so Leng Xue dared not be careless.

Xia Qingyang stepped forward and supported Leng Xue. He took off his outer garment and draped it over her.

"I'll carry you," Xia Yang said.

"What about her?" Leng Xue was still carrying Fan Jianxin on her back.

"I can carry her," Xia Qingyang smiled.

"Mmm," Leng Xue nodded. Several days of extreme sexual abuse had long since exhausted her strength.

Xia Qingyang touched Fan Jianxin's forehead; her fever hadn't subsided. He then took off his shirt, wrapped it around her, and then
carried Leng Xue and Fan Jianxin on his back, striding towards Tingtao Courtyard.

In the cold wind, Fan Jianxin, who had been unconscious, woke up. She saw Xia Qingyang and was startled. Just as she
was about to break free from his embrace, Leng Xue said to her, "You're awake? Are you feeling better?"

"Who is he?" Fan Jianxin asked.

"He's the Xia Qingyang I mentioned, the one who came to rescue us." Leng Xue had told Fan Jianxin about Xia Qingyang.

"Oh!" Fan Jianxin looked at the handsome Xia Qingyang in the dim light, and a warm feeling welled up in her heart. Although he loved
Leng Xue, his actions of disregarding everything for love moved her just as much. Besides, without him, she didn't
know would have made it to tomorrow.

"Thank you!" Fan Jianxin whispered. Being held by him, their skin touching, made her feel shy. "Your
fever hasn't subsided yet. Get some sleep, you'll be fine tomorrow. Don't worry, I'm here!" Xia Qingyang
said .

In his warm embrace, Fan Jianxin felt inexplicably at ease. She nestled against Xia Qingyang's chest and soon
fell into a deep sleep again.

Xia Qingyang, naked and muscular, faced the cold wind, feeling no chill but rather an intense heat, a burning
passion inexplicably igniting within him. Leng Xue, clinging to his back, pressed her full breasts against his spine, moving up and down with each step
, the soft, smooth sensation sending electric currents through his body. The girl he held in his arms, though sickly-looking,…
She was captivatingly beautiful, her shirt barely covering part of her body, yet her high breasts and slender legs were still fully exposed, stimulating
his senses. Xia Qingyang had experience with many women, so he knew what this reaction meant. He
tried his best to control his burning desire, but he couldn't. Despite the cold wind, he was drenched in sweat.

Xia Qingyang's physical changes were certainly related to the allure of Leng Xue and Fan Jianxin, but the main reason was
that had been soaked in the blood of the Taotie and had swallowed its heart. The Taotie was extremely yang and beneficial for enhancing true qi, but it also had
a strong aphrodisiac effect. In the past, those who had eaten the heart of the Taotie had to have sex with several women a day for ten days to neutralize this
extreme yang energy.

His desire burned brighter and brighter, but Xia Qingyang still controlled it with strong willpower, maintaining a clear mind. When he reached
the halfway point of the mountain, he saw two people standing by the roadside. As he approached, Xia Qingyang recognized them as the attendants of the Martial Saint.

"The Martial Saint has ordered that you are not allowed to take these two women back to Tingtao Villa!" one of the attendants said coldly.

Xia Qingyang's heart sank upon hearing this. Qinglong had spared him earlier because of the Martial Saint. He knew the Martial Saint
was extremely displeased with his actions, but he still clung to a sliver of hope that the Martial Saint would show mercy. However, the attendant's words
shattered his illusions. If he were alone, he might as well die, but now that Leng Xue was with him, he couldn't die.
But without the Martial Saint's protection, he couldn't protect Leng Xue on his own.

"Could you two please make an exception and let me see my master?" Xia Qingyang said in a deep voice.

"Hmph!" another attendant sneered, "After doing such a thing, whether the Martial Saint will still accept
you as a disciple is already a question. There's no need to say more. The Martial Saint said that you can go up the mountain alone, but it's absolutely
impossible for you to bring anyone else."

Xia Qingyang was speechless. He could fight Qinglong earlier with his blood and courage, but he couldn't possibly fight his way up the mountain now. What he was
doing was truly absurd, and he couldn't blame the Martial Saint for being angry. The only option now is to wait until the Martial Saint's anger subsides before
pleading . He looked back down the mountain; returning was impossible. Falling Phoenix Island was Azure Dragon's territory; returning would only lead to death.

"Do you two have any place where we can stay for the night? I'll apologize to the Martial Saint again tomorrow,"
Xia Qingyang said helplessly.

"No!" the attendant replied coldly.

Seeing their icy faces, Xia Qingyang knew further words were useless, so he had no choice but to descend the mountain the same way he came. Turning a
bend, he saw a sheltered hollow and leaped over it. There happened to be a small
cave, about the height of a person, on the mountainside at the hollow, so Xia Qingyang placed the Brahma Sword Heart inside.

"I'm so sorry, we have nowhere to go tonight," Xia Qingyang said apologetically, putting Leng Xue down.

Leng Xue walked to the edge of the cave, crouched down, and crawled inside. She touched Leng Xue's forehead; it was still burning hot. She
took off Xia Qingyang's outer garment, tore off a piece, and then covered Leng Xue with it. Leng Xue took the torn cloth and walked to
a nearby stream, soaked it in water, and then went back to place the wet cloth on Fan Jianxin's forehead.

Xia Qingyang stared blankly at Leng Xue, his thoughts drifting back to his childhood, when she had
taken care of him in the same way when he caught a cold. A surge of emotion welled up inside him; he longed to hold her tightly, to protect her, to cherish her, forever.

After applying the wet cloth to Fan Jianxin, Leng Xue returned to his side and sat down on a nearby rock. A gust of
cold wind blew past, and she instinctively hugged her chest, bent her legs, and arched her body to ward off the cold. She looked up at
the bewildered Xia Qingyang and asked, "Why...why did you protect me?" She thought for a moment before using

the word "protect. "

Xia Qingyang taking her away from Jinshui Cape was her hope, but Leng Xue also understood his predicament.
Although she had suffered endless humiliation in Jinshui Cape, her life was temporarily safe, but their current situation was uncertain
. Leng Xue wasn't afraid of death, but she couldn't die before her wish was fulfilled. Therefore, she wanted to understand Xia Qingyang more,
to have a better grasp of the unpredictable future.

Xia Qingyang wanted to tell her about the orphanage, but after much thought, he didn't. He had no certainty about the future.
When the Martial Saint abandoned him, he would have to fight Qinglong to the death. If he died, it would be
better if she didn't know about the past. To survive on Luofeng Island, he needed to forget the past as completely as possible.

"I... I like you!" Xia Qingyang finally answered after a long pause.

Still obsessed with her looks and body, Leng Xue was slightly disappointed by this answer. She believed
Xia Qingyang genuinely liked her, but based solely on love at first sight, she couldn't be sure how long this sincerity could last.

Leng Xue stood up, her arms off her chest, her body completely naked before him.
Although the lights along the mountain road in the distance weren't very bright, they were still enough for Xia Qingyang to clearly see her beautiful body.

"What do you like about me?" Leng Xue's bright eyes shone like stars in the night sky.

"I...I don't know." Xia Qingyang, usually quite eloquent, seemed unusually tongue-tied in her presence.

"Don't know?" Leng Xue smiled gently. "You like my body, don't you?"

Xia Qingyang wanted to say "no," but the words stuck in his throat. When Leng Xue stood
before , looking at her exquisite, graceful body, his desire surged like a tidal wave, and unconsciously, his erect penis
strained against his groin, creating a large bulge.

If loving someone is based on desire, then once obtained, that love will diminish, Leng Xue believed.

But regardless, he was the first man to enter her heart, and even if her love was based on desire, she still
felt happy. The current situation was extremely unfavorable for Xia Qingyang. Qinglong hated him with a vengeance, and the Martial Saint no longer
protected him. Perhaps he would die because of this. Whatever the future held, Leng Xue hoped to bring him some happiness.

Leng Xue paused, her voice hoarse, and said, "You saw Qinglong violate me with your own eyes, but what you didn't see is that many, many men have violated me in the past
month . This body... I think... I think it's no longer worth you...!"

Her voice trembled, her heart filled with conflict. She said this to get Xia Qingyang to leave, but if he really
left , she was terrified.

"Stop talking!" Xia Qingyang's roar interrupted her, memories flooding back: her
naked body being pinned down by Qinglong, the blood of her lost virginity, being twisted and grotesquely suspended in mid-air by his penis... Anger erupted like
a volcano ; veins bulged on his forehead, his fists clenched tightly.

After a long while, Xia Qingyang finally suppressed his turbulent emotions and said, "I hope you understand that no matter
what your past or future holds, I will love you, and I will protect you with my life!"

Faced with such a devoted man, faced with someone willing to protect her with his life, Leng Xue felt
a lump in her throat, her nose stung, and tears welled in her eyes.

Without hesitation, Xia Qingyang strode up to her and embraced her tightly. Leng Xue tilted her head back, slightly
rising onto her tiptoes, their fiery lips pressed together. First love, first kiss, a prince charming—these are every
girl 's fantasies, and Leng Xue had fantasized as well. When she thought everything was shattered, she realized she was wrong. Many people
had kissed her before, each time filling her with utter disgust, sometimes even more so than being raped. But now,
the moment their lips touched, her heart raced. A current, a heatwave, a sweet spring flowed between their lips, making
her feel as if she were walking on clouds, floating on air. Involuntarily, she extended her tongue, sucking greedily, a surge of heat
coursing through her body, oblivious to the cold.

The passionate kiss made Leng Xue unable to control herself, and ignited Xia Qingyang's lust. His hot hands roamed over her naked
skin , greedily and eagerly exploring the secrets of her body. Leng Xue moaned softly under his caresses, her body
growing hotter and hotter.

Xia Qingyang's burning lips left her moist red lips, kissing her delicate collarbone, then gradually moving down, gliding over her
protruding breasts and lingering on the budding peaks, gently holding and sucking. An indescribable tingling sensation, like a thousand
ants crawling across her body, made Leng Xue let out a soft moan, her hands cupping his face, her pretty cheeks flushed a bright red.

Everyone has sexual desires, and Leng Xue was no exception. Pure physical stimulation can generate sexual desire, and another is
the need of the mind. Before stepping onto Luofeng Island, twenty-year-old Leng Xue occasionally had vague desires, but being
inexperienced she easily suppressed them. On the night she lost her virginity, she experienced an orgasm when Qinglong raped her. That night
, under the stimulation of her body, she amplified her physical reaction with her mind, and with the catalysis of her sister complex, the almost impossible
became possible. She learned what sex was for the first time.

After arriving at Jinshui Cape, she was raped by many men every day, and she never had the slightest desire for sex again. In that
environment, shame pressed down on her heart like a boulder, and even the strongest physical stimulation had no effect. It wasn't that she wasn't responding to
physical stimulation, but rather that her mental state suppressed it. In countless acts of intercourse, perhaps her
beliefs and spirit remained unchanged, but her unripe body had matured, like a ripe peach dripping with juice—more feminine, more
alluring, and more sensitive.

At this moment, Xia Qingyang ignited her long-suppressed desire. Had Leng Xue not possessed such a strong will,
she would have long since been lost in the sea of desire. But a body ignited by lust is not something the mind can control. Her breathing quickened, her
full, firm breasts rose and fell with her breath, the buds at the tips of her nipples hardened, and her untouched
private parts glistened with dew.

Xia Qingyang kissed her breasts for a full quarter of an hour. Desire clouded his mind. Logically, he should have entered her body
roughly violently, unleashing his flood of desire, but he regarded Leng Xue as a goddess, and his subconscious controlled
his actions, making him extremely gentle.

Xia Qingyang knelt down, supporting her slender waist. His still-hot lips brushed against her flat stomach, slowly
moving downwards. Just as his tongue was about to touch her lips, Leng Xue felt a sudden, inexplicable shudder. She gripped his forearms with both hands
and leaned back slightly.

In that instant, she thought of the place Xia Qingyang was about to kiss—a place filthy and unclean,
touched , penetrated by too many men's ugly objects. Even today, it
had been violated by dozens of men; perhaps their semen still lingered in her vagina. How
could she allow the person she loved to kiss such an unclean and filthy place?

Xia Qingyang looked up at Leng Xue, puzzled. He didn't understand why she was stopping him.

"Here, here..." Leng Xue said with difficulty, "Here, it's very unclean."

Xia Qingyang paused, finally understanding what she meant. "In my heart, you will always be the purest,
the cleanest!" he said firmly.

His fiery lips pressed against her soft, moist labia without hesitation. Leng Xue wanted to pull away, but she had no strength and
could only let him suckle. During the month of his defilement, many men had done this to her, only to find it disgusting. But this time,
the feeling was completely different. An electric-like pleasure instantly spread from her lower abdomen throughout her body, and she felt so happy she wanted to scream.

A month ago, Leng Xue's labia were as thin as paper, but now they were thicker, though
still . Under Xia Qingyang's sucking, her labia blossomed like a flower, opening to welcome his deeper exploration.

As he licked her small clitoris, Leng Xue couldn't help but moan.

Sucking on the sacred private parts of the goddess in his heart, feeling the small bud slowly swell in his mouth, the flames of desire
erupted in Xia Qingyang's chest, but he told himself he must not be rough or violent towards her. After a while, his lips
left her private parts, and he looked up at her.

Leng Xue understood his gaze; she, too, longed to become one with him. Leng Xue nodded slightly, slowly
bending down to lie on the ground. The grass made it quite comfortable. She grabbed Xia Qingyang's strong arm
and pulled him towards her, giving him a clear signal, waiting for him to enter.

A deep, passionate kiss ignited their young bodies. Leng Xue couldn't help but reach out and unbuckle his belt, grasping his burning
penis in her palm, guiding it to her already aroused private parts.

"Hurry, I want it, come in!" Leng Xue moaned dreamily.

Leng Xue's enchanting voice finally shattered Xia Qingyang's pilgrimage-like devotion. His suppressed desire
erupted . He thrust forward, his penis leaving her grasp, disappearing between her legs, reaching the deepest part of her body.

An indescribable tingling, an indescribable fullness, an indescribable pleasure—Leng Xue twisted her hips, moaning
loudly . At this moment, her understanding of sex was overturned. Being penetrated by a man's penis didn't only
bring pain; it could also bring such wonderful pleasure.

The sexual desire she felt while being raped by Qinglong was fake, and so was her orgasm; it was forced out of her mind
. But now, Leng Xue finally understood what desire truly was. Every time the penis withdrew from her clitoris, she eagerly
awaited its return, each heavy thrust sending waves of pleasure through her body like an electric current. Although her body
was extremely exhausted, she was suddenly filled with strength, arching her back and buttocks in perfect
rhythm .

In the deep night, distant lights shone like a hazy poem. The strong, masculine body gleamed with a bronze hue,
tightly intertwined with the soft, fair body. Faced with extreme desire, primal human instincts began
to dominate their thoughts and actions, and the two were lost in a sea of desire.

Chapter 3: Smoke and Fire, Section 5: A Thick Fog, Chapter 8:

Yan Lanyin saw Shui Ling and immediately screamed. For so many years, she and Shui Ling had been like sisters, Shui Ling held a special place in her heart.
Her status in her eyes was no less than Feixue's. She had always been grateful that Shuiling had escaped the clutches of evil, but when the cruel reality was laid bare before her,
her regret intensified. She saw that Shuiling's fingers were wrapped in gauze, and her high, firm breasts were covered with purplish-blue finger marks.
Although there was no blood on her private parts, her sharp eyes noticed that her labia were slightly parted and somewhat swollen. Yan Lanyin
knew that Shuiling had been raped and lost her virginity.

Shuiling had saved her, allowing her to enter the bridal chamber with a pure body, and she was grateful to Shuiling from the bottom of her heart. Shuiling had told her
more than once she valued her chastity and wanted to keep her virginity until her wedding night, just like her. But
because of her betrayal, Shuiling had suffered humiliation and lost the most precious thing a girl could ever have. At this moment,
Yan Lanyin, who hadn't shed a tear even when gang-raped and tortured, burst into tears, sobbing uncontrollably.

Shui Ling saw Yan Lanyin and the horrific torture inflicted on Gao Yun and the others. She felt anger
, sorrow, and a strange sense of relief. She didn't realize that when someone
gives up on themselves, they are no longer the same person.

Li Quan approached, picked her up, and threw her onto a large sofa against the wall.

"Get away! Don't touch me!" Shui Ling's hands were cuffed behind her back, but her legs were free. Seeing Li Quan pounce on her,
she kicked and struggled desperately. No matter how her heart changed, a woman would never want to be raped. Now,
without the threat of death, Shui Ling could do what she wanted.

Li Quan hadn't expected Shui Ling's resistance to be so fierce. When she was brought in, she was expressionless and could barely
walk; now she was like a wild female beast. But he didn't mind; conquering such a beauty was what
made it fun .

Several of his men came over to help restrain Shui Ling, but Li Quan waved them off, indicating he would handle it himself. He sat on
one side of the sofa, grabbed Shui Ling's slender feet, and clamped them tightly between his legs. With her hands cuffed and her feet trapped, Shui Ling
had very little room to move.

Li Quan's hands finally grasped the ample breasts he so coveted, squeezing and groping them roughly. Although Shui Ling could
barely move, she still twisted her body in a futile and desperate resistance.

This night had overturned her life beliefs, but the things accumulated over twenty years could not be completely erased in just a
few hours. The intense conflict left her mind in turmoil; she needed to vent, even
a hysterical outburst, to slowly calm her soul. Her resistance at this moment, ostensibly a resistance to rape, was in reality a neurotic manifestation of
her inner conflict.

Watching Shui Ling groan and struggle under Li Quan's clutches, Yan Lanyin was in extreme pain.
The penis began to ejaculate filthy semen, and she was completely unaware when the long metal rod plunged into her vagina again. Only when
the electric current felt like sharp blades tearing through her internal organs could she breathe normally amidst screams.

Conquering a beautiful woman, resistance can certainly stimulate desire, but everything has its limits. Shui Ling
's hysterical resistance was quite unpleasant, especially since Li Quan always prided himself on knowing how to appreciate women.

Li Quan pulled down his pants, but his penis still couldn't penetrate her body smoothly. Enraged, he slapped
Shui Ling twice hard, then grabbed her neck and threatened fiercely, "Do you want to die?!"

The same suffocation as before, but Shui Ling knew he wouldn't kill her, so she ignored his threat and continued
to resist fiercely. Several of his men surrounded her again. This time, Li Quan didn't refuse to help. Some grabbed
her head, some pressed her feet, and others held her shoulders. With their combined strength, Shui Ling lost all ability to resist.

Only by holding Shui Ling down like this could Li Quan truly "taste" the woman. He extended his index finger, parted her
pink red labia, and gently explored the secluded peach blossom cave. He found it narrow and dry, but considering Shui Ling had just lost her virginity,
this was normal.

He skillfully rubbed her labia, his fingertips finding her clitoris and quickly teasing it. He didn't expect to arouse much
sexual desire in Shui Ling, but he believed there would be some physiological reaction. When his penis entered her honey-drenched peach blossom cave, the sensation would be much better than when Boss Mo
had broken open her dry and astringent vagina.

Li Quan was naive. Little did he know that when Mo Zhentian took her virginity, she was completely different from now,
not only filled with desire but also experiencing multiple orgasms. But he couldn't enjoy such treatment. No matter
how caressed and teased her, Shui Ling's body barely reacted, leaving Li Quan extremely disappointed.

Disappointed, Li Quan lost patience. His penis pressed against her labia, and Shui Ling cursed loudly and struggled, but
her tightly held waist and hips could only twitch a few centimeters at a time, unable to resist the penetration.

The dark purple glans forced its way through her labia and pierced her vagina. Having only had intercourse once, her vagina was still as tight as a virgin's,
and Shui Ling's tense body and vigorous contraction of her vaginal opening made it even more difficult for Li Quan to penetrate.

Unlike Mo Zhentian, who brute forcefully thrust all the way in, Li Quan slowly penetrated, centimeter by centimeter. When encountering
strong resistance, he would retreat slightly, gathering strength before advancing again, fully enjoying the difficult yet exciting
process, akin to losing one's virginity.

The cell was equipped with surveillance equipment, and the rest room where Mo Zhentian was located had a monitoring terminal. Tian Lei's unexpected death was the most
painful thing for Mo Zhentian. Originally, he only needed to wear the bronze mask and direct from behind the scenes, but now he had to replace
Tian Lei and run for Chief Executive. Although Mo Zhentian's intelligence and abilities were superior to Tian Lei's, he wasn't as well-
prepared. At nine in the morning, he had to participate in a televised campaign speech; at eleven
, he had lunch with supporters from various social groups; at one in the afternoon, he had to hold a campaign team meeting; at two in the afternoon, he had to visit the community; and in the evening, there was a media
briefing…

Mo Zhentian's head throbbed at the thought of all this. He picked up the campaign speech manuscript, which was more than ten pages long.
Memorizing it in just a few hours was no easy task.

Mo Zhentian first quickly skimmed through the manuscript, then silently tried to memorize it. Doing something one doesn't want to do
is never a pleasant experience. In his frustration, the image of Shui Ling flashed through his mind. The ecstatic moment just now had stimulated
his nerves, and he couldn't help but turn on the monitoring terminal. He saw Shui Ling struggling nervously, watched her being
held down, beaten by Li Quan, and watched the penis slowly penetrate her body…

Mo Zhentian wanted to turn off the monitoring, but he hesitated. He knew that Shui Ling's unique charm had seduced him,
and he was acutely aware that he should resist the temptation, yet he couldn't tear his gaze away. He desperately wanted to order Li Quan to stop
violating her, to make her body belong only to him, but his will was resolute, and he controlled himself from doing so.

Yan Lanyin, regaining consciousness from the dizziness and tremors of the electric shock, saw the penis penetrating Shui Ling's body. She screamed in
panic , completely ignoring Li Quan's threatening gaze, crying and begging him to stop.

Li Quan's penis finally broke through all obstacles and plunged deeply into Shui Ling's body.

Mo Zhentian, standing beside the monitoring terminal, sighed deeply. Shui Ling's body no longer belonged solely to him;
he should be able to calmly think things through and resist her temptation.

Li Quan, pressing down on Shui Ling, breathed deeply, feeling the pleasure from his penis being tightly enveloped by her flesh.
To possess such a stunning beauty as Shui Ling was truly one of life's greatest pleasures.

Yan Lanyin, handcuffed to the wooden frame in a spread-eagle position, wept silently. Having just experienced another electric shock, she didn't even have the strength to
scream . She watched helplessly as her best friend was raped, finally understanding that betrayal wasn't
as easy as she had imagined. Suddenly

, Shui Ling stopped struggling. A strange smile appeared on her lips as she coldly
watched Li Quan raping her. After a violent release, Shui Ling broke free from the emotional turmoil and
began to consider her choices, her current situation, and the path she should take in the future.

The choice was never wrong. Even if it was painful, it was part of life. Only by living could one experience
pain , and only through pain could one experience joy. Even now, Shui Ling dared not think of the coldness of death. Being raped,
whether she liked it or not, was better accepted calmly. Her body was no longer pure; one rape or ten made
little . As for the future, Shui Ling dared not and did not want to think about it. She would live one day at a time; only by living could she have a future.

Just as Shui Ling was clearing her chaotic thoughts, Li Quan's frustration grew stronger. He had already thrust in
and out rapidly dozens of times, each time penetrating all the way to the bottom, but no matter how hard he thrust, Shui Ling remained
unresponsive, like a puppet. Not only was her vagina still dry, but a mocking smile hung on her lips.

Shui Ling's behavior surprised Mo Zhentian as well. Just moments before, Shui Ling had been so passionate, almost making him
think she was inherently promiscuous. But under Li Quan, she was as chaste as a saint, showing
no . Such a stunning beauty, submitting only to him, filled Mo Zhentian with pride and
a touch of pity for Shui Ling.

Suddenly, Li Quan thought of something. He withdrew his penis and ordered his men to turn Shui Ling over. He bent down,
grasped her snow-white, plump buttocks, and spread them apart. The boss was responsible for her virginity; he wondered if he had penetrated her anus.
Upon closer inspection, Shui Ling's beautiful, flower-like anus was intact. Li Quan was overjoyed; being able to violate her anus for the first time was quite
wonderful.

The men holding Shui Ling were all Li Quan's subordinates, familiar with his thoughts. Before he could give the order, some pressed her head down
, others grabbed her legs, raising Shui Ling's beautiful buttocks high, awaiting Li Quan's penetration. For them, although
they had no opportunity to violate Shui Ling, being able to touch and see her was a great pleasure.

Li Quan waved his hand and said, "This position isn't good!" Although this position was the easiest for penetration into her anus,
he couldn't see her expression. Moreover, he wanted to make Shui Ling suffer more, and her indifference greatly displeased him.

The men holding Shui Ling hurriedly flipped her over, leaning her against the sofa with her legs raised above her head. Another
man supported her waist, fully exposing her anus. In this position, the penis needed to be almost vertical for penetration,
making it much more difficult than before. Li Quan, high above, could clearly see her expression.

Li Quan thought for a moment and then waved his hand again, saying, "This position isn't good either. Let's try another one." His

subordinates were a bit dumbfounded, unsure how to position Shui Ling to satisfy their boss. Seeing their
bewildered expressions, Li Quan said, "There was a gymnastics girl last time, you should be here, right?" He pointed to
one of them, "Do you remember her?"

"Yes, I remember," the person Li Quan pointed to said, "The boss made her do the splits, and then he did it to her
, that girl was really flexible."

"Got it, let's try it then." Li Quan really wanted to see Shui Ling do the splits.

"Come on, come on, you grab her left leg. Yes, one hand grab her calf, the other hand grab her thigh, hold on tight!"

the one started giving instructions: "You grab her right leg, I'll support her body. Okay! You pull her to both sides.

What? You can't hold on? You're so clumsy, of course you can't hold on tight when you're grabbing her thigh, put it down, just support and
grab her at the same time. Okay, open it up a bit more, I'm supporting her, she won't fall!"

With the combined efforts of the three people, Shui Ling's legs, which were suspended in the air, were pulled to both sides, finally forming a straight line. Her breasts
protruded exaggeratedly, her abdomen sculpted smoothly, her legs were straight and her toes were taut—she was breathtakingly beautiful.

"This kid, he's got a lot of tricks up his sleeve!" Mo Zhentian cursed angrily beside the monitor. "I have to memorize the script
, otherwise how am I going to be on TV tomorrow?" Looking at the thick script, he felt incredibly frustrated. He reached for the telephone
beside him , but stopped short of grabbing it.

"Let her go! Let her go, Li Quan, please!" Yan Lanyin cried out, her voice hoarse, her cries
only audible to herself.

Li Quan sat comfortably on the sofa, beckoned, and three people carried Shui Ling closer to him. Li Quan
reached out and her private parts, gently stroking the bud between her labia, saying, "Why are you like a dead person? Give me some reaction,
okay?"

Shui Ling smiled coldly, "Just come if you want to, stop talking nonsense." Although she was afraid of death, she wasn't
a coward . If today's torture was merely like Gao Yun's, she could endure it; even Mo Zhentian's cruelty hadn't broken
her. But Mo Zhentian was truly prepared to kill her, and faced with real death, she was afraid. However, submitting to Mo
Zhentian didn't mean she would bow to Li Quan. Firstly, Li Quan was merely Mo Zhentian's subordinate; secondly, she
feared nothing but death. Her previous self-destructive resistance and indifferent contempt reflected her extremely complex state of mind now.

Li Quan was even more enraged by Shui Ling's unexpected defiance. He gripped his erect penis, signaling his men to
lower her body. The penis, having torn through her snow-white buttocks, pressed against her anus. Shui Ling's body froze in mid-air;
its disproportionate size made penetration impossible. The man behind Shui Ling pressed down on her protruding
buttocks, desperately pushing downwards. Under his brute force, the glans finally squeezed into her anus.

Pain, excruciating pain! Shui Ling could no longer remain indifferent; her expression of agony grew increasingly intense. Human pain is rated on a
scale of ten. Childbirth and having a needle driven into a finger are both level ten pain. The penetration of her anus,
however, is less than level ten, yet the impact on her psyche is immense. Having her virginity taken by Mo Zhentian,
the instantaneous penetration left her no time to react. But the invasion of her anus reminded her of the
moment she lost her virginity. In the face of death, nothing else matters, but death has already passed, and she begins to grieve for losing what is most
precious .

Seeing Shui Ling's pained expression, Li Quan's lust intensified. Just as he was getting into the swing of things, someone relayed
Mo Zhentian's summons. Li Quan immediately pulled out his penis and entered Mo Zhentian's room.

"Tomorrow, think of a way to get Yan Lanyin to escape. Locking her up here won't do her any good." Mo
Zhentian looking at his speech, added without raising his hand, "Oh, and release Shui Ling too."

"What? Release Shui Ling?" Li Quan was extremely surprised.

"That's right." Mo Zhentian raised his head, his eyes filled with coldness.

"Yes, I understand." Li Quan lowered his head and said. He was a smart man and naturally wouldn't say anything he shouldn't.

"It's almost dawn. Go and make the arrangements. Don't bother with Shui Ling anymore." Mo Zhentian lowered his head again and looked at
his speech .

"Understood, I'll go do it right away!" Li Quan left the room. He was filled with doubt. Why did he have to
release Shui Ling as well? And why was he not allowed to violate her again?

Despite his doubts, Li Quan dared not disobey Mo Zhentian's orders. Upon returning, he ordered the women to be imprisoned in
different cells. He watched Shui Ling leave, her proud breasts swaying, her eyes filled with contempt and disdain. He longed
to pin her down again, to make her cry and beg for mercy, but he had to suppress his surging urge until
her large breasts disappeared from sight

. Taking a few deep breaths to calm himself, he entered the room where Yan Lanyin was imprisoned. Li Quan unlocked
her shackles and sat down in the chair in front of her.

"Where is Shui Ling?" Yan Lanyin asked anxiously.

"She's in the room next to yours," Li Quan replied.

"Why did you capture her?" Yan Lanyin asked again.

"Do you need a reason? When you informed me of the Extreme Angels, you should have expected her to be captured
," Li Quan deliberately reminded her of her betrayal.

"She left then!" Yan Lanyin was filled with remorse. Her submission to Li Quan happened in an instant. She thought
she could be free, but she never expected that the intense self-blame and guilt would be a hundred times more painful than being raped.

"Seeing her being arrested, seeing her being raped, you regret it now, don't you!" Li Quan said coldly, narrowing his eyes.

"I...I..." Yan Lanyin opened her mouth wide but couldn't speak.

"Fine, I can make you regret it. You can go out and tell everyone that you betrayed them, that
you regret it, and that you don't want to do anything against your conscience again." Li Quan said expressionlessly.

"I...I..." Yan Lanyin's expression was even more pained. She knew Li Quan was threatening her, but
she was powerless to resist the threat.

"Think it over, you can go now. When you come back, you will see your sister. Of course, she will definitely be
missing something, either a hand or a foot. Then I will be there, slowly sawing off the rest..."

Li Quan said slowly and deliberately.

"Stop talking!" Yan Lanyin knelt on the ground, covering her face and weeping.

"Then it's settled." Li Quan stood up, walked to the door, and prepared to leave.

"No. No..." Yan Lanyin crawled over and hugged Li Quan's leg, saying, "I don't regret it, I don't regret it
..."

"Think it through!" Li Quan said, bowing his head.

"Yes." Yan Lanyin raised her tearful eyes and said, "I'll listen to you."

"Good, if you have such thoughts again, I will never forgive you!" Li Quan pulled his leg away from her arm and sat
back in his chair.

Yan Lanyin slumped softly to the ground, sobbing softly. Seeing her companions, especially Shui Ling, being humiliated, she
couldn't bear the pangs of conscience, but she also couldn't face the fact that her betrayal had been exposed, and she couldn't face losing Yan Feixue.

"Come here!" Li Quan said, "If you don't want me to go next door to do Shui Ling, then show some spirit and let me have
some ." He had been called away by Mo Zhentian halfway through, and he was still holding back his lust.

"Yes." Yan Lanyin agreed repeatedly. Today, the mental torment and physical torture had left her exhausted,
but hearing Li Quan's words was like taking a stimulant, a shot of adrenaline, instantly making her much more energetic. Just now,
she had used physical pain to relieve the oppression in her heart, and now, doing anything for Shui Ling was
a redemption for her sins, even if it was only the slightest thing, she would do her best.

Yan Lanyin unbuckled Li Quan's belt, took his penis into her mouth, and served Li Quan
wholeheartedly . As long as he didn't violate Shui Ling, she would do anything he asked.

Li Quan enjoyed the pleasure of her small mouth sucking, but Shui Ling's enormous breasts were still swaying in his eyes. He
desperately wanted to rush next door, grab those huge breasts in his hands, and fondle them properly again.

Thinking about it, Li Quan's lust flared up. He grabbed Yan Lanyin's shoulders and dragged her to the bedside. It was a
small bed less than a meter wide. He made Yan Lanyin face the wall and kneel on the edge of the bed. Although Yan Lanyin's breasts weren't as
large as Shui Ling's, her round, high-perched buttocks were what captivated Li Quan most. He loved to fuck her in this position;
the perfect S-shape from her shoulders to her hips was visually stunning.

The bed was a hard wooden board with iron bars along the edges, making kneeling extremely painful, but Yan Lanyin seemed oblivious. She arched her
beautiful buttocks to welcome the penetration of his penis, twisting her slender waist in rhythm with the thrusts, giving Li Quan maximum
satisfaction .

The small cell echoed with continuous slapping sounds, Yan Lanyin maintaining a strong sense of movement and passion,
greatly pleasing Li Quan. Li Quan couldn't understand why this time felt
so .

In the past, every time he raped her, Yan Lanyin resisted intensely. Although she would have a physical reaction and would perform every sexual action
as Li Quan requested, the separation of her spirit and desire was naturally disharmonious. But
at this moment, she desperately hoped to exchange her defiled body for Shui Ling's safety, so for the first time since being raped by Ding Fei,
she genuinely wanted to be raped. Thoughts dominated the body, so Li Quan felt differently than before.

"A little tired!" Li Quan pulled out his penis and sat back down in the chair. They had been doing this for over ten minutes, and
Yan Lanyin's bare back was covered in sweat.

Yan Lanyin also got off the bed, stumbling and almost falling. She had been kneeling for too long, and
the iron bars on her knees had left deep red marks. Because of her psychological change, her physical reaction was particularly strong. As she stood up
, drops of translucent love fluid gushed from her vulva, leaving Li Quan somewhat stunned.

Yan Lanyin swayed to Li Quan's side, sat on his lap, skillfully grasped his erect penis,
stood on tiptoe, lifted her hips, and the penis suddenly disappeared between her legs.

Yan Lanyin moaned, her voice low but incredibly real; real things often have a more powerful impact.
She only managed a dozen or so twists
before Li Quan had said he was tired, but he was actually on the verge of ejaculating. Yan Lanyin had given him a special feeling,
so he wanted to prolong the experience.

"I want it, I want it…" Yan Lanyin noticed the change in Li Quan's body and tried to bring him to orgasm.

"Don't move!" Li Quan couldn't help but command.

Yan Lanyin had no choice but to obey. She stopped, but was still worried that Li Quan might suddenly change his mind. She knew that
Shui Ling 's allure to men was immense. Yan Lanyin grasped her breasts with both hands, her fingertips playing with her erect
nipples—her sensitive areas. She was a smart woman; she knew men wouldn't be interested in a puppet-like woman. Only by burning her own desire could she attract Li Quan. Although her body couldn't move, she contracted and relaxed her vagina, sucking and pulling at the penis inside her, making Li Quan bite his lip, constantly hovering on the edge of climax. "You and Shui Ling have known each other for a long time
, haven't you? " Li Quan asked. He had been with countless women and always had perfect control over his body. Today he didn't want to ejaculate prematurely while he still wanted to, so he used words to control the urge to ejaculate. "Yes, she and I were classmates in middle school," Yan Lanyin replied. She and Shui Ling had known each other for over ten years and were her closest and best friends. "By the way, were her breasts that big when she was in middle school?" Li Quan continued to ask with interest. "Yes," Yan Lanyin recalled Shui Ling in middle school. She remembered that when she was just starting to develop and her chest was just beginning to grow, she went to bathe with Shui Ling once and saw that her breasts were already as firm as half a small watermelon. At that time, she was so envious of Shui Ling. But her breasts, which were much fuller than those of her peers, also brought Shui Ling a lot of trouble. When running in PE class , her bouncing breasts always attracted the eyes of countless boys and teachers. For a while, Shui Ling wrapped her chest tightly with a white cloth, but later, after being persuaded by Cheng Xuanyin, she removed it after a few days . So at that time, Shui Ling disliked summer because summer clothes were thinner, making her breasts more noticeable. "Let's not talk about her anymore." Mentioning Shui Ling's breasts, Li Quan couldn't help but feel a strong urge. He paused and said , "By the way, you're not useful here. I'll arrange for you to leave tomorrow." "Then, what about Shui Ling?" Yan Lan Yin couldn't help but ask. "If I let her go, will you work harder?" Li Quan asked. Yan Lan Yin couldn't hide her inner joy and said repeatedly, "Yes, yes, I definitely will." "We'll talk about that later. You're special today. Let me enjoy myself first." Li Quan said. "I understand!" Yan Lan Yin's face was full of joyful smiles, completely forgetting that a man's penis . "Come on!" Li Quan's hands slid down her waist to her thighs. "Slowly lift your buttocks up, yes, yes, a little slower." Following Li Quan's instructions, Yan Lan Yin slowly lifted her body and then slowly lowered it. After several minutes of breathing exercises, Li Quan felt he could control the urge to ejaculate, so he had Yan Lanyin gradually increase the speed. Soon, Yan Lanyin couldn't control herself and reached orgasm first. This orgasm was more real and more intense . First, there was the visual impact: Yan Lanyin's pretty face was painted with bright red rouge, as red as a burning cloud; her nipples stood erect as if electrocuted, and her bright red areolas bloomed like flowers. Then, her body tensed up suddenly, her thighs hard as rocks, and her limbs trembled arrhythmically. Li Quan's mind went blank; he knew he couldn't stop either. When Yan Lanyin screamed and her vagina began to spasm, Li Quan roared, and the volcano of desire erupted. While Yan Lanyin willingly gave herself to orgasm to prevent Li Quan from violating Shui Ling, Shui Ling lay on the bed next door, her hands and feet chained. Although she had some room to move, she couldn't lie down in the position she wanted. However, she knew that even sleeping in the most comfortable bed, she would not sleep tonight. She looked at herself, her naked body covered in the marks left by Mo Zhentian. She felt a pang of sadness. She had always been proud of her body, but today it had been ruthlessly violated, and she had lost her precious virginity. Despite her sadness, she still felt fortunate; pain proved she was alive, and being alive was more important than anything else. Suddenly , she realized she didn't hate the man who had taken her virginity so much. He was so powerful, so authoritative, and more importantly, he had prevented her from being raped by another man. Li Quan hadn't continued his violence; that was the only possibility. Otherwise, a man with such wolfish eyes would never have let . Thinking of this, she felt that Mo Zhentian was a true man, a tyrant. Giving him her precious virginity wasn't in vain. Shui Ling had always been arrogant, never paying attention to her many suitors. But the strong are easily broken, and when faced with overwhelming power, she was more easily conquered. Shui Ling thought of Cheng Xuanyin again. Her parents had died early, and she had been cared for by her aunt, but her relationship was lukewarm. Firstly, she had been quite independent since childhood, attending boarding school from elementary school onwards and not living with her aunt; secondly, Cheng Xuanyin was quite strict with her, and Shui Ling was somewhat afraid of her, but fear easily breeds rebelliousness, though she never showed it; furthermore, Cheng Xuanyin was always very busy, sometimes not seeing her for half a year at a time, and feelings only develop over time, so they didn't communicate much. Mo Zhentian wanted her to deal with Cheng Xuanyin, had she done it? Regardless of their feelings, she was still family she had always cared for her. But if she went against Mo Zhentian's will, would she have any chance of survival? Even if she escaped Hong Kong, even if she escaped the Black Dragon Society's grasp, the Extreme Angels wouldn't let her go. Thinking of this, Shui Ling felt a chill run through her body , but large beads of sweat appeared on her forehead, and the image of Sheng Hongyu's unseeing death flashed through her mind. As she succumbed to boundless fear, the demonic image of Mo Zhentian became increasingly etched into her mind. Only Mo Zhentian could give her safety; only Mo Zhentian could give her hope. Shui Ling plummeted into the deeper darkness. In the adjacent cell, Li Quan happily put on his trousers. Today, Yan Lanyin had given him a completely new sensory experience. As Li Quan re-fastened the shackles to her, Yan Lanyin cautiously asked, "Can I take Shui Ling with me tomorrow?" "Yes, but there's a condition," Li Quan said. "What condition?" Yan Lanyin's heart pounded again. "When you make love to me in the future, you have to maintain the state you were in today." Li Quan was extremely satisfied with Yan Lanyin's performance today. "I will," Yan Lanyin quickly replied.

“In a little while, someone will escort you and Shui Ling away.” Li Quan handed her a thin wire and continued,
“Use this wire to open ordinary handcuffs. Dealing with a few ordinary henchmen shouldn’t be too difficult for you, right
?”

“Hmm.” Yan Lanyin nodded emphatically, taking the wire and clutching it in her palm.

“By the way, after you go back, you’d better follow Shui Ling and get close to Cheng Xuanyin, understand?”
Li Quan turned back as he stepped out of the room.

“Understood.” Yan Lanyin replied. Was there any other choice but to answer like this?

It should be dawn now, and of course, the rising sun couldn’t be seen in the cell. Yan Lanyin’s gaze, as
empty as Shui Ling’s, couldn’t pierce the veil of darkness.

End of Chapter 5. To be continued. Chapter 6:

The Night Before the Decisive Battle 1.

The fog-shrouded Luofeng Island had no moonlight. The cold lamps on the path beside the mountain valley were not very bright.
The soft light, surrounded by darkness, allowed people to see within a radius of several dozen meters.

At the edge where light reaches, where darkness and light intertwine, Xia Qingyang and Leng Xue's naked bodies are
tightly entwined.

If there were eyes that had been watching Leng Xue from the moment she set foot on Luofeng Island, then during the month-long
ordeal of bullying and humiliation, two scenes would be the most heart-wrenching.

On the night she lost her virginity, at the peak of wild passion, Qinglong used his penis to lift her into the air, enacting a poignant and
sorrowful dance.

She was like an angel, her snow-white wings broken, desperately gazing at the sky, waving her arms in vain, falling
towards a hell filled with fire, lava, and hideous demons.

She was like a knight, her body pierced by an enemy's spear, lifted high, the howls of wild beasts
echoing , her heart still yearning for battle, yet her body no longer her own.

She was like a plum blossom, originally defiant against the wind and snow, yet unable to withstand the biting chill, finally drifting towards the muddy earth,
her petals dancing in the wind, a splash of crimson the final movement of her life.

This scene is truly indescribable.

Another scene is Leng Xue being raped by a black man, especially the shot of him holding her, facing forward.

Compared to when she lost her virginity, Leng Xue's pure and holy aura remains, her body blooming like a flower. Her unparalleled beauty, her
naked body exposed, is mercilessly ravaged by a massive penis, the powerful force relentlessly assaulting her—the visual effect is equally
shocking.

And even now, the visual impact is still intense.

Under violence, in conquest, in moments of destruction, in desperate struggle, Leng Xue possesses a
breathtaking beauty, but this beauty is a harmonious beauty. Harmony is the most beautiful.

Because of love, there is desire; because of desire, love intensifies.

How much suffering and pain Leng Xue has endured over the past month—it is through suffering and pain that she appreciates the preciousness of happiness. Under the
influence of happiness, desire is amplified a hundredfold. For a beautiful young woman with a pure and holy aura,
what more beautiful and moving than the burgeoning of spring passion?

In the distance, several figures were vaguely visible in the darkness, including disciples of the Martial Saint and subordinates of the Azure Dragon. They held
high-powered infrared binoculars, observing everything happening in the mountain valley, transmitting the images simultaneously to the Martial Saint and the Azure Dragon.

The Martial Saint watched for a long time, then sighed, “Women! They are truly a curse. Xia Qingyang, if you weren’t
a martial arts prodigy, one in a century, and if I hadn’t hoped you would inherit my martial arts, I wouldn’t have spent so much effort on you. You have good judgment;
this woman is indeed outstanding, but is it worth giving up your pursuit of martial arts for a woman?”

This question, in fact, was directed at himself. In his prime, he had mastered martial arts, conquering
enemy strongholds and brimming with confidence and ambition. Eight years ago, he fell in love with a woman, a woman who haunted his dreams.

Because of this love, his martial arts stagnated, and he became disheartened, holding only a nominal position in the Demonic Sect based on his status as an elder and his formidable
martial prowess .

The woman the Martial Saint loved was Bai Wuxia’s mother, Bai Shuang, the founder of the Extreme Angels.

Meanwhile, Qinglong paced restlessly around the room, watching the erotic and stimulating performance. He couldn't swallow his anger at having let
Xia Qingyang , and he was secretly delighted to learn that the Martial Saint had refused Xia Qingyang entry to the Tingtao Villa.

If the Martial Saint still wouldn't let him in tomorrow, he could deal with the brat.
The destruction had already heightened tensions on the island; even though this brat was a victor from the Demon God Cave, he shouldn't be so
lawless.

Watching the two make love reminded Qinglong of the night he had taken Leng Xue's virginity. He hated the Martial Saint for making such
a wasteful decision, and his desire for her grew stronger, even forgetting that Leng Xue had been a low-class prostitute for the past twenty
-odd days .

In the cave, Fan Jianxin also woke up, curiously watching the two, a blush creeping across her pale cheeks
. This wasn't the first time she'd seen Leng Xue make love to a man, but only this time did it make her heart race. In that instant,
she envied Leng Xue immensely. In such a harsh environment, one had to be prepared to face death, but if she
too had experienced this pleasure, death would be far less regrettable.

The wild sex continued. Compared to Xia Qingyang, Leng Xue was slightly more lucid.
Several times she nearly climaxed under his intense thrusts, but she held back.

Through countless acts of rape, Leng Xue knew how to bring pleasure to a man and could accurately predict
the signs of climax. She wanted to reach the peak of pleasure with Xia Qingyang, to have a perfect, unforgettable union with him. When
the sun rose tomorrow, perhaps they would part again, perhaps they would never meet again. She cherished every
moment, like a burst of fireworks, even if it was only a fleeting moment of brilliance, she wanted it to be as beautiful and bright as possible.

Controlling her surging desire wasn't easy. The black tide surged and churned, and several times she couldn't resist the urge
to open her body and let the black tide engulf her. After a wave of intense pleasure, she felt truly out of control. In desperation,
she gripped the outside of her legs tightly with both hands, digging her nails into her skin, enduring the excruciating pain until she finally felt better.

The intense intercourse lasted for over twenty minutes, but in the throes of ultimate pleasure, it felt like only a fleeting
moment . He didn't realize that Leng Xue was almost beyond control, desperately awaiting his climax. Xia Qingyang's strength
was largely due to the heart and blood of Taotie; for the next ten days or so, he would be a sex superman.

Leng Xue's will was unwavering; whatever she wanted to do, she would do it with all her might. She had endured Qinglong taking
her virginity, endured the rape of hundreds of men, and she believed she could endure it too, until the one she loved experienced her true
climax. She used the stinging pain to relieve her desire, then suddenly contracted her vagina, letting the tender vaginal walls grip his penis tightly, forcefully...
He pulled her deeper. This move had worked flawlessly for her at Jinshui Corner; no man could last more than three minutes.

Suddenly, she felt his penis throb violently—a sign he was nearing his climax. Overjoyed, she
used all her strength to suck and pull his penis with her vagina, making his throbbing even more intense. Leng Xue was filled with anticipation;
this was the first time in her life she had experienced such a perfect union of body and soul. To have had this experience with the one she loved would leave her with
eternally beautiful memories.

Xia Qingyang slowed his thrusting; he wanted to control himself, to savor the pleasure a little longer.
Leng Xue noticed his change; many men used this method to prolong their sexual encounters. If she could
control her desire, she would also want to continue the pleasure with Xia Qingyang, but she had already lost control.

Leng Xue hugged Xia Qingyang tightly, moaning, "Don't stop, I really want it, I want it!"

Hearing Leng Xue's ecstatic voice, Xia Qingyang's mind went blank, his body erupting like a volcano, reaching the peak of desire.

In that instant, he lost the ability to think, acting solely on primal instinct. His rapidly swelling penis
pounded against her clitoris, lifting Leng Xue's body into the air.

Leng Xue felt time slow down; her senses were heightened, clearly feeling each thrust of the thicker
penis . When semen spurted from the tip of his penis and struck her clitoris, a surge of heat uncontrollably coursed through
her body. In that instant, her thoughts froze; her only desire was to release the explosive pleasure.

She didn't know how much time had passed, but her body, which had been churning like waves, finally calmed down like a storm subsiding. The two
embraced ; this was the happiest moment of their lives.

As they savored the lingering pleasure, Fan Jianxin's violent coughing from inside the cave startled
Leng Xue. She rushed to the cave entrance, feeling extremely guilty; she had forgotten about him while making love with Xia Qingyang.

"I'm fine," Fan Jianxin said, his head throbbing.

"You should rest well." Leng Xue picked up the wet towel covering her head and tossed it to Xia Qingyang. "Go get some water."

"Okay." Xia Qingyang awkwardly put on her underwear, then thought for a moment and tossed her trousers to Leng Xue. "Give these
to her, it'll be cold tonight."

Leng Xue put the trousers on Fan Jianxin, blushing at the sight of her mischievous smile.

Leng Xue nodded. "How are you feeling now?"

"I'm feeling better, just a little cold." Fan Jianxin was in good physical condition; if she could take some fever reducer
and get a good night's sleep, she would recover quickly.

Leng Xue held her hand, hoping to give her some warmth. She was already dressed in everything she could; if only
she had a blanket.

"You two were making love just now, weren't you?" Fan Jianxin suddenly asked.

"Hehe." Leng Xue smiled shyly and nodded.

"Was it enjoyable making love with him?" Fan Jianxin asked again. From the moment she set foot on Luofeng Island, her body was ravaged, her dignity
trampled , and all the dreams the young girl had been mercilessly shattered. How she wished she could have such an opportunity.

"Hmm." Leng Xue nodded again, her pretty face flushed.

"The water's here!" Xia Qingyang arrived just in time to relieve her predicament. After drinking some water, Fan Jianxin rested her head on Leng Xue's
arm and asked, "Why are we here?"

"The Martial Saint doesn't agree to let you go to Tingtao Academy. I have no place to stay here. I'm really sorry to have troubled you."

As he spoke, Xia Qingyang sat down with his back to them, shielding them from the wind with his body.

"What about tomorrow?" Fan Jianxin asked again. Although being able to leave Jinshui Corner was something to be happy about, they had a heavy
responsibility and had to survive, waiting for the arrival of the Extreme Angel.

Xia Qingyang sighed deeply and said, "I'll go and beg the Martial Saint again tomorrow. I hope he'll agree."

Anyone could tell that he lacked confidence. The Martial Saint had already shown him great favor by accepting him as a disciple; why should
he be so accommodating?

“Let’s send us back there. Qinglong hates you to the bone. If the Martial Saint doesn’t intervene, he
won’t let you off.” Leng Xue knew he would never agree, but she had to try; it was the best
way to solve the problem.

“No need to say anything more. I won’t let you go back to that place!” Xia Qingyang said resolutely.

A warm feeling welled up in Leng Xue and Fan Jian’s hearts. They were exhausted that day, and looking at Xia Qingyang’s broad
back gave them a sense of security. Before long, they both fell into a deep sleep. In the darkness, Xia Qingyang gazed into the distance,
his joy mixed with worry for the future.

As dawn broke, Xia Qingyang heard hurried footsteps in the distance. Soon, more than a hundred fully armed
soldiers surrounded them. A tall, imposing man, nearly fifty years old, stepped forward. Xia Qingyang
had seen him at the Demon God Cave cultivation celebration; he was Situ Xiong, the captain of the Falling Phoenix Island defense team.

"Xia Qingyang, you took these two women from Jinshui Corner without permission last night. Considering you are
the winner of this year's Demon God Cave training, leave immediately and return them to me!" Qinglong had contacted Martial Saint again this morning, but still received no response.
Qinglong didn't want to wait any longer, so he ordered Situ Xiong to come.

"What if I don't hand them over to you!" Xia Qingyang stood up and coldly said to Situ Xiong.

"Don't be so arrogant!" Situ Xiong roared, "Take them down!" Ten well-trained soldiers stepped
forward and fired. Because Qinglong had instructed them not to kill him unless absolutely necessary, they used
high-voltage stun guns; the bullets connected to metal wires would instantly knock someone unconscious upon contact with the body.

Leng Xue and Fan Jianxin also woke up. Although it was expected, they were still worried about Xia Qingyang.

Xia Qingyang didn't dodge, nor could he, because there were people he wanted to protect behind him. He focused his energy in his palm, drawing
a large circle. The powerful force entangled the incoming bullets, then he kicked a small stone, striking
the now -aggregated, arcing electric bullets back to their original state.

The first wave of attacks was ineffective, and ten more warriors stepped forward. This time, they fired tranquilizer darts; ten
sharp needles whistled through the air, each containing enough potent tranquilizer to incapacitate an elephant.

Ancient martial arts cultivate immense strength, speed, and resilience by unleashing human potential.
If time were to rewind several centuries, without modern weapons, a highly skilled martial artist could indeed take on a hundred opponents. However,
even the strongest warriors are not invulnerable to firearms. If the opponent is alone, a skilled martial artist's quick reflexes make them
less of a threat, even if the opponent is armed. But if surrounded by dozens of armed men in an open area, even a martial saint cannot guarantee a safe
escape.

The tranquilizer darts are slightly slower than bullets, allowing Xia Qingyang to dodge this attack. But to protect
those behind him, he had no choice but to charge forward. His body twisted at an incredible angle during high-speed movement, but even with dodging and parrying,
he only managed to avoid nine bullets, and one still pierced his arm.

Before the ten soldiers could pull the trigger again, Xia Qingyang had already rushed in front of them. The soldiers brought by Situ Xiong
were the island's elite; although they didn't know ancient martial arts, they were all proficient in hand-to-hand combat. Just as they were preparing to fight him,
Xia Qingyang suddenly stopped and turned, pouncing on Situ Xiong like a tiger. Xia Qingyang knew that even if he defeated these ten
soldiers, there were still a hundred behind him. Now, the only way was to capture the leader first, and only by subduing Situ Xiong would there be a chance.

Situ Xiong's four personal guards formed a barrier; those who knew ancient martial arts had all been carefully selected by Situ Xiong
. In a flash, Xia Qingyang crashed into the wall of men, and the four men couldn't withstand a single move from him, tumbling to the ground. Situ Xiong was surprised but
didn't panic. He himself was a highly skilled martial artist, considered one of the top masters on Luofeng Island.

A wave of dizziness washed over him; Xia Qingyang knew the drug was taking effect, and he had to act quickly. He lunged forward, launching
a close-quarters assault. Intimidated by Xia Qingyang's imposing aura, Situ Xiong could only adopt a defensive stance. He was confident in his own toughness,
believing he could withstand a few blows without much harm. Sure enough, Xia Qingyang's palm strikes were weak and lacked stamina. Situ Xiong was secretly pleased, knowing he wouldn't last
more than a few moves. After a dozen or so exchanges, Xia Qingyang staggered, seemingly about to fall. Situ Xiong seized the opportunity to launch a
fierce counterattack.

Xia Qingyang appeared unable to dodge, but as the palm struck Situ Xiong's chest, he suddenly twisted his body, deflecting most of the force,
and with lightning speed moved to Situ Xiong's side, his long arm swiftly extending, his five fingers gripping Situ Xiong's throat. Only then
did Situ Xiong realize he had fallen for

Situ Xiong's trap, but it was too late for regrets. Although he had managed to subdue Situ Xiong with all his might, Xia Qingyang was even more bewildered. What should he do next? Killing
him was unwise; he could only first order the surrounding soldiers to retreat. His head spun more and more, and his body grew increasingly
weak. If it weren't for the Taotie's pure Yang blood buffering the effects of the anesthetic, he wouldn't have been able to stand.

"Xia Qingyang, you dare kill me!" Situ Xiong's hair and beard bristled, his old face
flushed crimson. Being humiliated by a young junior had utterly humiliated him.

"Don't think I really wouldn't dare kill you! When pushed to the limit, people will do anything!" Xia Qingyang said fiercely.
Threatened by him, Situ Xiong was genuinely afraid and said, "What good will it do you to capture me? Let's talk this out."

"Enough nonsense. Send your men to invite the Martial Saint. Tell him I, Xia Qingyang, have something to say to my master,"
Xia Qingyang shouted. At this point, only the Martial Saint could save him.

With his life in Xia Qingyang's hands, Situ Xiong, a wise man, decided to avoid a disadvantageous situation and ordered his men to invite the Martial Saint. Xia Qingyang, with Situ Xiong by
the neck, retreated back to the edge of the cave. His legs went weak, and he slowly sat down on the ground with Situ Xiong, struggling against
the effects of the anesthetic to hold onto his only remaining card.

Leng Xue sat beside Fan Jianxin, arms crossed. All the clothes were on Fan Jianxin;
she was completely naked, forced to curl up to cover her sensitive areas. Things were spiraling out of control. Xia Qingyang
's selfless protection deeply moved her, but she had to face reality. If Xia Qingyang were knocked down and taken away,
the three of them would still have a chance to survive. But things were escalating, and if the Martial Saint didn't intervene, all three might
perish .

Should they return to Jinshui Corner and wait for dawn in the darkness? Or should they die in the arms of their loved ones?
Leng Xue was conflicted, unsure which choice was better.

"Don't be afraid, I... I will protect you... you!" Xia Qingyang said to Leng Xue, his words slurred due to the
anesthetic .

Situ Xiong was calculating in his mind. Seeing Xia Qingyang's current state, he was at his last gasp; a desperate struggle might offer a chance, but
after much deliberation, he still dared not try.

"Xia Qingyang, let him go on his own, otherwise we'll all die here?" Leng Xue said after a long pause.

She didn't want to die, and she especially didn't want Xia Qingyang to die. If she had a choice, she would rather return to Jinshui Corner.

Xia Qingyang smiled bitterly, "So be it. I'd be willing to die with you!"

An unspeakable sorrow welled up in her heart, and Leng Xue suppressed her turbulent emotions, saying calmly, "You should
leave ! I don't want to die like this."

Xia Qingyang looked puzzled. "What did you say?"

Leng Xue dared not look him in the eye. "If I'm going to die here, I'd rather go back to Jinshui Cape and live one more day."

"What!" Xia Qingyang couldn't believe his ears. "You said you'd be willing to go back there, to serve
men every day, day and night, to let men, to let men… you, you, you say it again!" Xia Qingyang couldn't bring himself
to say those two words. She was his goddess, and he wouldn't allow anyone, including himself, to defile her.

Leng Xue lowered her head, silent. She wanted to say "yes," perhaps only then could she save Xia Qingyang, but looking at his
face, veins bulging with anxiety, she couldn't bring herself to say those words. If it weren't for her mission, she would truly
be willing to live and die with him. The thought of returning to Jinshui Cape sent chills down her spine, making her hair stand on end.

Before Leng Xue could answer, a commotion arose in the crowd. Xia Qingyang turned his head and his heart sank.
It wasn't , but Qinglong Lei Po.

Qinglong's face was ashen as he glared at Situ Xiong. Situ Xiong lowered his head in shame. As the commander of Luofeng Island's
defenses , being captured by such a junior was a disgrace to his entire life.

"Release Situ Xiong, and you might still have a way out!" Qinglong said coldly.

"I...I want to see the Martial Saint!" Xia Qingyang stammered.

"Hahaha..." Qinglong laughed wildly, "Don't dream. The Martial Saint doesn't want to see you again.
Give up on that idea!"

"No! I...I have something to say to the Martial Saint!" Xia Qingyang knew Qinglong was right, but he still clung
to a sliver of hope.

Qinglong strode to within a few feet of Xia Qingyang: "Oh, you're under the influence of anesthesia. It's a miracle you've survived
this long . You still have the strength to kill Situ Xiong?"

"You don't believe me? You can try. You, you step back!" Seeing Qinglong approach, Xia Qingyang knew
the danger was immense. The anesthesia had greatly reduced his strength and reflexes, making it difficult to handle his sudden attack.

"What if I don't step back?" Qinglong said calmly.

"Then, then I'll kill him!" Xia Qingyang used his last strength to clench his fingers, making a desperate last stand
.

"Lord Qinglong, save..." Situ Xiong cried out. The throat is a vulnerable part of the body. Although Situ Xiong used his inner energy to
resist Qinglong's claws, he was still being choked and unable to breathe. With just a little more effort, he would surely die.

"Don't get excited, don't get excited!" Qinglong turned to Leng Xue with a forced smile: "Hello,
it's been a long time."

Leng Xue was seething with hatred for the man who had taken her virginity, but she remained calm and lowered her head to say:
"Yes, Lord Qinglong."

"Alas! You, you!" Qinglong sighed, "What kind of bewitching charm do you possess that makes men
risk their lives for you!" Without warning, Qinglong moved swiftly, his waist bent, his hand outstretched, grabbing
Leng Xue 's shoulder, intending to drag her away.

Qinglong moved, and it was Xia Qingyang's turn to choose. He could use his remaining strength to kill Situ Xiong, but Leng Xue would inevitably
fall into Qinglong's hands. Without Situ Xiong, not only would he lose his trump card, but the situation would be irreversible. Thinking this,
Xia Qingyang released Situ Xiong and attacked Qinglong, hoping to snatch Leng Xue back from him.

He had spared Situ Xiong, but he was ungrateful, turning around and striking
Xia Qingyang in the chest with a powerful blow. The force caused Xia Qingyang to falter, his fingertips brushing against Leng Xue's skin, losing any chance of reclaiming her. In extreme grief and rage, he gathered
his last strength and punched Situ Xiong, sending both of them flying several feet away, spitting blood.

"You dare injure the defense commander? You're courting death!" A figure flashed out from behind Qinglong and pounced on him. It was
Gao Yang, whom he had utterly defeated during his training in the Demon God Cave.

The anesthetic had taken effect, and coupled with Situ Xiong's palm strike, Xia Qingyang had lost the ability to fight.
Faced with Gao Yang, he could only be slaughtered at his mercy.

History repeated itself, only the setting had changed. Seeing Leng Xue naked again in Qinglong's arms
, his overwhelming rage ignited his last potential. But Gao Yang was no weakling either. He was knocked to the ground time and again,
his body stained with blood.

"Gao Yang, this is yours!" Seeing that Gao Yang had gained the upper hand, Qinglong carried Leng Xue away.

He had already ordered that Xia Qingyang be killed. His absence would allow him to deflect any trouble that might arise.

Leng Xue's feelings were beyond words. Several times she wanted to gather her strength to deliver a fatal blow to Qinglong.
Killing him would be best, but at least she could severely injure him and then fight Xia Qingyang to the death. The thought was
so strong, yet she forcefully suppressed it. She wasn't afraid of death, but it had to be meaningful. Killing Qinglong
wouldn't inflict a substantial blow on the Demonic Sect; only destroying Luofeng Island would truly cripple them. Could she just
watch him be beaten to death? Xia Qingyang had already fallen, his merciless blows still raining down on him. Suddenly, Leng Xue felt a
surge of heat, impulse overwhelming her reason. Killing Qinglong would be good too; she would die alongside him!

Just as Leng Xue was about to deliver a fatal blow to Qinglong, a figure rushed in at high speed, a powerful force
shoving Gao Yang aside.

"Qinglong!" The newcomer was none other than Mu Yun Qiubai, one of the three saints of the Demonic Sect.

Having walked dozens of meters away, Qinglong abandoned Leng Xue, turned back, and bowed, saying, "Martial Saint, I have
contacted , he..."

"You don't need to say more." Martial Saint interrupted Qinglong, "My disciple is unruly
and . I'm taking him away."

Qinglong dared not disobey Martial Saint's order, and after thinking for a moment, asked, "What about the two women?"

Martial Saint glanced at Leng Xue lying at Qinglong's feet in the distance and said, "Take this one." His gaze shifted, glancing several times at Fan Jianxin
still in the cave. Suddenly, a thought struck him, and he
changed "Take this one too" to "Leave this one.

" "Alright! If there's nothing else, I'll be going!" Qinglong turned around, then suddenly remembered something: "Martial
Saint , your disciple won't come knocking on my door again one day demanding my person, will he?" Martial Saint had already saved Xia Qingyang twice,
and although Qinglong was patient, he was extremely dissatisfied.

The Martial Saint rolled his eyes and said, "I don't know!"

The Martial Saint's eccentric temper was well-known, and Qinglong, caught off guard, was speechless. He then bowed and led
his large group away.

Back at Qinglong's residence, he had someone take Leng Xue to bathe. She hadn't had a proper bath in over twenty days; even her natural
beauty was obscured by grime. The warm water washing over her body made her feel exhausted. The frequent
sexual intercourse had drained all her strength, and the ordeal of the previous night, despite a few hours of sleep, left her extremely tired.

At the last moment, Xia Qingyang's rescue by the Martial Saint had relieved Leng Xue of a great burden, allowing her to face
the challenge . What should she do next? The best option was to stay by Qinglong's side and win his favor. According to intelligence,
Qinglong's status on Luofeng Island was second only to the Indian Demon Monk; staying with him would allow her to obtain more crucial secrets. If she returned to Jinshui
Cape, given the current situation, with the reinforcements on the island, she would be raped by forty or fifty men every day, leaving her with almost no room to
maneuver .

But would Qinglong keep her? When she lost her virginity and her body belonged only to him, he still
had the heart to send her to Jinshui Corner. Now that she had been defiled by hundreds of men, would he still
be interested in her filthy body? But along the way, Leng Xue observed the burning intensity in Qinglong's eyes and his
relatively good . He even covered her with someone else's clothes halfway there. All these reactions indicated that she still held a great
allure for him.

As long as you do your best in anything, and have a direction, you should work hard. Even if you fail, you won't regret it. But to win
Qinglong's favor against your will was not an easy task. Besides ensuring her words and expressions were flawless, her body also needed to cooperate.
Leng Xue was a little worried. After all, words and expressions could be controlled, but the body was sometimes beyond control.

After washing for a long time, Leng Xue resisted the urge to wash again and turned off the valve. Yes, the dirt on her skin
could be washed away, but no matter how many times she washed, she still felt filthy.

Qinglong had told her that there were clothes in the closet in the bathroom and that she should put on some clothes before coming out. This was also a signal,
perhaps indicating that Qinglong didn't want too many people to see her body. Of course, this was just her own conjecture; perhaps Qinglong wanted to
add some fun to his debauchery.

The wardrobe was full of clothes, presumably all belonging to Meiji. Leng Xue saw one side of the wardrobe hung with various panties and bras,
and suddenly felt a silent pang of bitterness. Since first entering this place, she hadn't worn any undergarments; in Jinshui Corner
, such things were completely unnecessary. Undergarments couldn't prevent a man's advances, but sometimes they were a symbol,
a psychological protection.

Leng Xue wanted to wear something that looked more modest, but after searching for a long time, she finally settled on a very revealing purple
thong. She spent a long time choosing bras, but most were too small, so she simply gave up. Of all the parts of her body, her breasts and legs
were the most beautiful; to attract Qinglong, she needed to show off her best features.

After searching for clothes for a while, she suddenly saw a purple cheongsam with a very high slit and a cutout below the collar,
perfectly revealing her alluring cleavage—very sexy. However, she was taller and fuller than Meiji, and the cheongsam was
a little tight on her. She chose a matching purple lace ribbon and tied it around her thigh, adding to her alluring charm. Finally, she chose...
She wore a pair of plum-red high heels, the thin heels reaching ten centimeters, instantly making her tall figure even more eye-catching.

Wearing a cheongsam, she sat at her dressing table, styled her hair, and inserted a snake-shaped hair clip. Then she applied light
makeup and applied rose-red lipstick. Leng Xue stood up, looked at herself in the mirror, and revealed a confident
smile .

Qinglong Leipo was extremely troubled lately. He felt guilty about the accident in the control room, and although no punishment decision had been made yet, it kept
him restless day and night. For several days, the investigation into the saboteurs had made little progress, further fueling his anxiety. He had spoken with Ananda
on the phone, and from the monk's words, he could sense the dissatisfaction with him. Perhaps when Ananda returned, he would be exiled to
some border region and no longer be trusted.

Lost in thought, Leng Xue pushed open the door and entered. Qinglong Leipo's breath caught in his throat, the word "stunning" flashing through his mind.

Qinglong was naturally lecherous, having seen countless beauties on Luofeng Island, but Leng Xue's beauty still gave him a powerful
shock .

Qinglong secretly compared her to all the women he had known, and none could compare. Mei Ji was also outstanding, but
over time, Qinglong had grown tired of her; there were many exquisite beauties in Luofeng Prison, but they were all like stubborn rocks and hard wood,
nothing compared to her gentle smile and captivating eyes; not to mention the women in the Paradise of Ultimate Bliss, none of them possessed any spirit. As the saying goes, the
layman sees the spectacle, the expert sees the essence. The men who went to Jinshui Corner, having never seen a truly beautiful woman, were
amazed but didn't truly cherish her, while Qinglong could appreciate her uniqueness and therefore found her exceptionally precious.

Leng Xue stopped ten steps away from Qinglong. After a month of trials, she was no longer
the naive girl who knew nothing of the world, but she still lacked experience in seducing a man. She considered taking off her clothes, but then
thought it best to maintain some reserve; she wondered if she should kneel before him and perform oral sex, but Qinglong gave no
instruction, so she remained unchanged.

The slightly tight-fitting cheongsam accentuated her shapely curves, while the purple hue further highlighted her pure and elegant noble
temperament. A glimpse of cleavage subtly revealed at the chest subtly stimulated the visual senses, and the delicate
high heels made her legs, visible beneath the cheongsam's hem, appear even longer and more slender.

"Xia Qingyang is quite devoted to you, but that kid has good taste!" Qinglong broke the silence first.

"If he wants to do this, there's nothing I can do." Leng Xue wanted to distance herself from him first; if Qinglong thought
she had feelings for him, it would be very disadvantageous.

"Oh. He'd risk his life for you, and you're not moved?" Her answer inexplicably pleased Qinglong, but
he remained skeptical.

“Having come to this island, my fate is no longer in my own hands. I want a man who can truly protect me,
not a fool who would fight against overwhelming odds.” Leng Xue gave Qinglong an explanation, which was quite reasonable. She continued
, “Lord Qinglong is a powerful figure in this world. If I had a choice, I would follow you. Only you can
protect me and keep me safe.”

Leng Xue’s words greatly satisfied Qinglong’s vanity. He quickly realized she was willing to follow him because
she didn’t want to return to Jinshui Cape. He knew very well what life was like there. She had been raped by hundreds of men—
the island’s cooks, laborers, and the lowest-ranking guards. Her seemingly noble body had been
defiled countless times. The image of her being pinned down by ugly men flashed through his mind, and his face darkened.

Qinglong coldly said, “You want to be with me only because I have the ability to protect you and you don’t want to go back to Jinshui Cape, right?”

The mention of Jinshui Cape stung Leng Xue’s heart. Seeing Qinglong’s expression, she knew something was wrong.
Having been violated by countless men, she felt utterly defiled, let alone Qinglong.

Leng Xue composed herself and said, "When I came to the island, I was utterly devastated. But heaven had eyes and sent me to your side.
I am so happy to give you my pure body. You are my first man, and I will never forget you in this lifetime!"

Saying these insincere words, Leng Xue suppressed extreme disgust. She would remember Qinglong, but only with
hatred and the determination to kill him with her own hands.

"You transformed me from an ignorant girl into a true woman, letting me taste what womanly
pleasure is. That night is deeply etched in my bones. How I wish I could stay by your side." Seeing
Qinglong's expression brighten, Leng Xue continued.

Men all have a virginity complex, and Qinglong was no exception. Although she had been violated by other men, her first time
was still her own. That night, she had an orgasm during her first sexual experience, indicating that she willingly offered her body.
The beautiful memories of the past greatly increased Qinglong's pity for her.

"In the end, I still didn't have the chance to serve you, but I don't blame you. I only lament my bad luck. I often thought that
I could see you again, and today my wish has finally come true. I'm content." Leng Xue pressed her advantage, continuing
with incredibly cheesy words. Seeing the rare tenderness in Qinglong's eyes, she breathed a slight sigh of relief.

Leng Xue knew Qinglong was somewhat tempted, but he wasn't some innocent boy. Those nauseating words might not
be very effective; she had to use her body as a weapon.

"I see you seem troubled, Lord Qinglong. Let me sing a song and dance to cheer you up!" Leng Xue said.

Twelve years of life at the Tibet base weren't all ascetic training. As a new generation of Phoenix Warriors, they needed to be
able to integrate into society. Therefore, in addition to learning science and technology, they also had courses in etiquette and physical fitness. Leng Xue
had a strong talent for performing since childhood; she was excellent at singing and dancing.

"Okay!" Qinglong nodded. He remembered seeing her file; she was a primary school teacher.

Leng Xue cleared her throat, stretched her arms to the sides, striking a graceful pose, and sang:

"Vows vanish like smoke, words

exhausted with a thousand thoughts,

love burns like fire, how can it endure

for a lifetime ? Betrayal is my name, a thousand loves misplaced , love flows eastward like water, a devoted heart poured out in vain. I wish we had never met that day, I only hoped to be together, regardless of all the regrets. As the world ages, youth fades, but love's flame remains, faces change. I pray to meet again that day, to pour out a thousand loves, hoping not to disappoint your devoted attention again. People are held back by love, I ask when we will meet again ." A song, "Rouge," its melancholic and plaintive melody seemed to stop time. Leng Xue had already decided on this performance when choosing her cheongsam. She could sing many songs and dance many dances, but...

She felt this song was the most touching for a man's heart. The song expressed a wounded woman's longing for love. She
hadn't felt much for the song before, but her current experience allowed her to express its sentiment vividly.

Leng Xue sang and danced; the dance was extremely difficult. In 2004, young dancer Liu Yan
won the gold medal for performance at the 6th China Dance Competition with her original dance piece, "Rouge." Leng Xue was dancing that same
dance .

The dance had many poses and movements, especially the one where one leg is straight while the other is raised 180 degrees overhead—
a move only professional dancers could perform. Leng Xue was wearing high heels, making it even more difficult. Faced with this challenge, Leng Xue
performed flawlessly, her high-difficulty moves almost perfect, no less impressive than Liu Yan's performance years ago.

Meanwhile, Qinglong's penis was already incredibly erect. He deeply understood the saying, "A woman with clothes on is more alluring than
one ." After Leng Xue finished the relatively fast-paced first half of her dance, she transitioned from movement to stillness,
extending forward and slowly turning to the side. One hand was raised high, the other placed under her chin, and her leg rose higher and higher in mid-air
. The purple underpants peeking out from under her cheongsam made Qinglong hold his breath. Just as he was still savoring the moment, her posture
changed. She kicked back with her raised leg, her body arching forward, making Qinglong, who still wanted to admire her more closely

, itch with desire. It's no exaggeration to say that Leng Xue's dance was more difficult and more visually appealing than Liu Yan's. The most
important difference was that Liu Yan
danced barefoot, while Leng Xue wore extremely high heels. No dancer would wear high heels, but Leng Xue did. Liu Yan was already very tall at 1.7 meters, but Leng Xue was
still a centimeter taller, and with the nearly 10-centimeter high heels, her figure appeared even more slender. Some say that shoes
best reflect a woman's temperament, so high heels are definitely a woman's favorite. Dancing in high heels, Leng Xue's toes
were always pointed, giving her dance a unique and distinctive charm that made her legs appear even more beautiful.

What constitutes beautiful legs is subjective, but Leng Xue's legs certainly met the most
common aesthetic standards: long, straight, and with a jade-like complexion. They were neither too thick nor too thin, and most importantly, the lines from thigh to
knee to calf and ankle were absolutely clear and smooth. Unlike some legs that only had soft curves, as if
sculpted from dough, or legs that, when moved, showed bulging muscles and harsh lines, only those who understood beauty
could appreciate that natural, flawless beauty.

Just as Qinglong hesitated whether to have her repeat the previous movement, Leng Xue struck an even more alluring
pose . With her back to Qinglong, she leaned forward, her rounded buttocks appearing and disappearing before his
eyes as her slender waist swayed. Then she straightened up, bending backward, one hand brushing against her cheek, the other
gliding over high, firm breasts. Seeing this, Qinglong stared wide-eyed, speechless.

Just as Qinglong was lost in thought, Leng Xue straightened up again, stood on one leg once more, and lifted her leg.
This time, unlike before, she lifted it directly from the side. When Liu Yan performed this move years ago, her leg went over her head,
completely perpendicular, and she held it for seven or eight seconds—the climax and essence of the dance.

The teachers at the Tibet base were all top experts. Leng Xue's dance teacher had also taught Liu Yan, and when
she saw Leng Xue's dance, she was amazed that her flexibility and talent for dance surpassed Liu Yan's. So even
wearing high heels, Leng Xue could perform almost the same movements as Liu Yan. Noticing the fascination in Qinglong's eyes,
she held the pose for even longer.

A melancholic gaze, a sorrowful expression, deep purple, dazzling white, graceful curves, taut toes,
a deep cleavage, and undergarments barely concealing her allure… Such beauty, such figure, such
dance coupled with her unique, ethereal气质 (qi zhi - a kind of refined elegance), at this moment, Leng Xue's charm was unmatched.

Leng Xue's ethereal气质 made even the most ruthless villains feel ashamed, made Qinglong, who had painfully severed his love, unable to forget her,
and even stirred pity in the heartless Uncle Hai. At this moment, as she sang and danced, it was as if a celestial being had descended to
earth , lamenting her longing for him, softening even the most hardened man.

Humans are spiritual beings. If Leng Xue had immediately stripped naked and had intercourse with Qinglong, after satisfying his desires,
he might have been disgusted by her body, which had been violated by countless men. But at this moment, with a song and a dance, Leng Xue had conquered
Qinglong's heart.

The music stopped, the dance ceased, but Qinglong seemed entranced, lost in a dreamlike state. Leng Xuelian moved gracefully
before Qinglong. She slowly parted her long legs, gently lifting the front of her cheongsam to reveal a purple thong as thin as a rope
. Her slender fingers parted the ribbon that barely concealed her vulva, exposing her alluring private parts.

Her fingertips lightly touched the center of her vulva, her fingers gently caressing it, causing enchanting rose petals to quietly bloom, a few drops of morning dew, a splash of
crimson, like a paradise, a breathtaking scene.

Leng Xuelian moaned softly, not a song, yet more beautiful than any song. She swayed her slender waist, her legs moving lightly, not a dance,
yet more dazzling than any dance. Qinglong stared intently, his soul seemingly detached from his body; the pleasure of the mind sometimes
far surpassed that of the flesh.

Though she captivated Qinglong, it was still not enough. Leng Xuelian faced an even greater challenge: to ignite
desire . She thought of Mei Ji; the reason Mei Ji pleased Qinglong was because she could ignite a strong desire within him, and she was determined to do
the same. Leng Xue's judgment was correct; Qinglong enjoyed women who experienced repeated orgasms beneath him, which gave him immense
pride and satisfaction.

Although she had been violated by many men, Leng Xue had only experienced two orgasms. The first was a miracle, a
stroke of luck; the second was a union of spirit and desire, allowing her to taste the joy of lovemaking for the first time. Leng Xue thought that arousing desire
now would be easier than the night she lost her virginity, but while her private parts were wet, it was only a physiological reaction; the desire remained
like covered ashes, warm but unable to ignite.

Leng Xue tried hard to recall every detail of her lovemaking with Xia Qingyang yesterday, but to no avail. She began
to panic. In front of Qinglong, whether there was genuine desire, whether there was a real orgasm, those things couldn't be faked.

Once he realized he didn't consider the possibility of pretense, his interest in her would greatly diminish.

In truth, Leng Xue's physical maturity made it easier for her to arouse sexual desire, but she had fallen in love with Xia Qingyang. Subconsciously,
masturbating in front of Qinglong was considered unfaithful to him, a fact she didn't realize. Therefore, the more she thought of Xia Qingyang, the less
desire she felt.

Fortunately, Qinglong remained oblivious, still watching her performance with great interest. Some people unleash
tremendous , and Leng Xue was undoubtedly one of them. While intensifying the stimulation of her genitals, she pondered deeply,
and a flash of inspiration struck her: it was her love for Xia Qingyang that made her, deep down, unwilling to be violated by Qinglong. She had found the root of the problem .
The knot, the shackles of the heart, as long as that pure heart remains, Xia Qingyang will understand.

Like a calm prelude, a sudden shift, the melody rising rapidly. Her breathtaking moans
rose eight octaves, her jade buttocks rising and falling like waves, her honeyed juices flowing, wetting her small hands, dripping down.

Qinglong gripped the armrests of the chair tightly, veins bulging on his face, like a volcano about to erupt, the
air thick with desire.

"Almost there!" Leng Xue thought. She stood up abruptly, quickly unzipping her pants,
impatiently pulling out her monstrous penis.

Leng Xue straddled him, without using her hands, her body sinking down, the penis
disappearing precisely and quickly between her legs. Nearly a month later, Qinglong had possessed her body once more.

With her arms wrapped around Qinglong's neck, Leng Xue's red lips whispered in his ear, "I want it, give it to me!"

These words, like a spell, instantly activated Qinglong, who had been like a clay sculpture. A long-suppressed volcano suddenly
erupted , releasing a massive surge of energy.

Qinglong's body surged upwards, lifting Leng Xue high into the air. His penis reappeared between her legs.
At the very peak of his rise, just as his penis was about to completely detach and her high-heeled toes were about to leave the ground,
Leng Xue used all her strength to press Qinglong's erect body back onto the chair. His penis vanished instantly, striking her G-spot.

"I want it!" Leng Xue said again, her voice even more intense and louder.

These two words seemed to possess boundless magic. Qinglong unleashed an immense power, this time the impact
ten times more violent than before. Leng Xue spread her arms, her body shooting upwards, her toes leaving the ground. Losing her support in mid-air,
Leng Xue couldn't muster any strength. Fortunately, Qinglong grabbed her slender waist as she reached her highest point, pulling her back down.

"I want it!" Leng Xue shouted even louder as their bodies collided.

"I want it!"

With each impact, Leng Xue uttered the same two words, growing louder and louder until it was almost a scream.

Qinglong roared, his penis convulsing violently inside her. Leng Xue clearly sensed the change, and as Qinglong
thrust again, she gripped the armrests of the chair tightly, using a force she didn't know she possessed to push his
still-erect body back down.

The climax came in an instant; Leng Xue released a surge of heat, and she and Qinglong almost simultaneously reached the pinnacle of desire. In the
ecstasy of ultimate pleasure, they reverted to a primal state, leaving only animalistic instincts. Qinglong thrust again and again,
like a giant wave crashing against a reef, while Leng Xue, like a raging female beast, clung to the armrests, not broken by the waves, but
brewing a counterattack amidst the storm.

"I want it!"

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