[Urban] Phoenix in Flames (Complete) - 36

Chapter Three: The Flames of War, Section Five: A Thick Fog 1.

Having just finished eating and lay down to rest, a series of footsteps approached, and a man entered—it
was Gao Chen, who had publicly humiliated Leng Xue. Yesterday, after the Demon God Cave qualifying round, although he had taken a virgin, her beauty paled
in comparison to Leng Xue's. He had happened to meet Mei Ji at noon and inquired about Leng Xue's whereabouts. Mei Ji told him the truth, so
he rushed over. Although Uncle Hai was unwilling, he was a rising star in the sect and a disciple of
the Indian demon monk Ananda; how could he stop him?

Seeing Gao Chen, Leng Xue knew she couldn't escape this ordeal again, and thinking of Xia Qingyang, she felt extremely distressed. Gao Chen
lifted the thin blanket and stripped Leng Xue of her recently donned undergarments, leaving her completely naked.

"She only arrived today, she's injured, don't kill her!" Uncle Hai wrung his hands, extremely
dissatisfied.

"Injured, let me see," Gao Chen pulled away the gauze between Leng Xue's legs, revealing a patch of blood. "I understand,
you can leave now. Don't spoil my fun," he waved, forcefully kicking Uncle Hai out of the room.

Gao Chen dragged Leng Xue off the bed, grabbed her breasts and fondled them for a while, then made her kneel before him.
Leng Xue silently took his erect penis into her mouth and gently sucked on it. At this moment, she absolutely couldn't anger him;
to survive, she had to obey.

"You, get up!" Gao Chen suddenly saw Fan Jianxin on the other bed and was immediately
attracted . Fan Jianxin forced herself to get up from the bed and, as he demanded, also took off her clothes.

"You're injured too," Gao Chen made Fan Jianxin come over and pulled off her gauze, "One injured in the front,
one injured in the back, you two are quite a pair!" Gao Chen pulled them down onto the bed, and the two of them, according to his
demands, provided him with the services he wanted, making him moan with pleasure. During the service, the two exchanged glances.
Leng Xue suddenly quickened her sucking pace, while Fan Jianxin pressed her head against his chest, her tongue rapidly teasing his
nipples. They were of one mind, hoping to bring him to ejaculation quickly and satisfy him,
thus minimizing physical trauma.

Their coordination was excellent, and soon Gao Chen's body began to convulse as if he were having an epileptic seizure. He tried to control himself, but
couldn't . With a roar, thick semen shot into Leng Xue's throat.

They thought it was over, but Gao Chen hadn't even penetrated them; he wasn't about to finish so hastily. Having just
ejaculated, he needed a short rest. Gao Chen suggested they comfort each other, putting on a performance.

With no other choice, the Phoenix Warrior and the Extreme Angel, naked, embraced tightly. They had undergone
similar . They kissed each other, caressed each other's breasts, and softly moaned. Any man witnessing
this scene would feel his blood boil and his lust heightened.

Gao Chen's penis was hard as iron again. The two fell onto the bed, embracing each other, with Fan Jianxin on top and Leng Xue on the bottom. As
Leng Xue endured the pain and tried her best to spread her legs, waiting for him to penetrate her, she felt Fan Jianxin's body
stiffen like wood, her face filled with terror. It turned out that Gao Chen had targeted her anus first.

For anyone, the first time having anal sex is extremely difficult, and Leng Xue, who had had a similar experience, knew her pain all too well.
His penis thrust hard a few times, but it remained stuck at the entrance, unable to penetrate.

"Has this been fucked by a man before?" Gao Chen asked.

"Ugh," Fan Jianxin let out a muffled groan.

"Wait," Leng Xue spat some saliva on her palm and then smeared it between her thighs to make the anus as
slippery as possible. "Relax, you must relax!" she whispered in Fan Jianxin's ear. Fan Jianxin was no ordinary
person either; upon hearing this, she took a deep breath and relaxed her body.

Leng Xue gently massaged her snowy buttocks, grasping the flesh on both sides to expand her anus as much as possible. This time, Gao Chen's
penis finally pierced her anus and thrust deeper.

"Relax, relax, good, very good," Leng Xue kept whispering in Fan Jianxin's ear. The intense pain made Fan Jianxin's brows
furrow, and large beads of sweat dripped onto Leng Xue's face.

The penis finally went all the way in, and with a dull thud, Leng Xue felt the impact of a tremendous force. She gritted
her teeth and began to groan loudly, trying to attract Gao Chen's attention and make the penis leave Fan Jianxin's body.
This trick worked. The penis, which had been thrusting in and out of her anus dozens of times, was pulled out and pierced Leng Xue's body.
At this moment, Gao Chen was burning with lust, and the force of his thrusts was immense. The wound between Leng Xue's thighs reopened, but she could only grit
her teeth and persevere.

Now it was Fan Jianxin's turn to look at Leng Xue with anxious eyes. In a short time, their mutual support and shared hardships
had bound their hearts together. Leng Xue knew she couldn't hold on much longer, so to help him ejaculate sooner, she tried her best to contract her vagina and grip the hot penis tightly
each time it penetrated. This tactic was extremely effective, and soon
Gao Chen reached the peak of desire again, roaring and gushing out.

After ejaculating twice, and seeing Leng Xue's blood-stained buttocks, Gao Chen also lost interest and
left . After he left, Uncle Hai came in with medicine, and the two of them cleaned each other's wounds again.

The next day, Uncle Hai originally wanted them to rest and recover first, but Mei Ji called and said that
they had to start working from today. At Uncle Hai's insistence, Mei Ji agreed to reduce the number of clients. For
Mei Ji, she was only at ease when the two beautiful flowers were withered as soon as possible.

"I will arrange for men to come in later, but I will tell them beforehand to be as gentle as possible,"
Uncle Hai said to the two of them, "so that your wounds can heal slowly!"

The two of them looked a little pale. Leng Xue said, "Can't we even rest for three days?" “No,” Uncle Hai
said decisively.

“I can barely manage, but what about her!” Leng Xue pointed at Fan Jianxin.

“I asked Mei Ji about this. Mei Ji said, if the front doesn’t work, there’s always the back!” Uncle Hai said. He had just
done it to Fan Jianxin’s anus.

“How many men will be there today?” Fan Jianxin asked.

Uncle Hai hesitated for a moment, “At least three,” he said, and left the room.

After Uncle Hai left, in the deathly silence, the two stared at each other speechlessly. After a desperate wait, someone
pushed open the door and entered. One was fat and the other thin; they were two chefs from the island. When they saw Leng Xue and Fan Jianxin, their eyes
lit up , and they exclaimed in amazement. To them, the beauty before them was something they had never dreamed of.

“We have injuries,” Leng Xue lifted her short skirt, showing them the gauze between her thighs.

“Uncle Hai told us to be gentle,” the fat man rubbed his hands, “but…”
"But we only come a few times a month..." "We can use other methods to make you feel just as good,"
Leng Xue said with a smile. Before Leng Xue, who possessed a saintly aura, anyone with a heart of stone would melt.

Leng Xue and Fan Jianxin each pulled one of them to sit on the edge of the bed, then knelt beside them and used their mouths
to serve them. The two, one fat and one thin, ejaculated into their mouths twice in succession. Although still
somewhat unwilling , the two repeatedly promised that they would serve them well next time they came. Only then did they leave satisfied
.

That night, the people Uncle Hai arranged were indeed honest; Leng Xue and Fan Jianxin
avoided intercourse in this way. Fan Jianxin's vaginal wound had already scabbed over and should be fine in three to five days.
Leng Xue 's constitution was also very good, and her tear was smaller than Fan Jianxin's, so it should also be fine. It would only take a week for her
to recover.

They managed to get through three consecutive days like this, but on the fourth day, a bearded man arrived who
wasn't satisfied with Leng Xue performing oral sex on him and insisted on having intercourse. If the wound reopened due to vigorous intercourse, it would take
even longer to heal. Leng Xue pleaded with him, and the man reluctantly agreed to her suggestion of breast sex.

To survive, Leng Xue wrapped her white breasts around his penis, abandoning all dignity and humiliatingly trying to please him
. Thick semen sprayed all over her face, and just when she thought she had passed another hurdle, the overly excited
man picked her up, threw her on the bed, and forced himself on her again. As her legs were spread, Leng Xue felt
a sharp pain between her thighs; she knew the wound would soon reopen. Just as she desperately adjusted her position to accept the thrusting
, Fan Jianxin pulled the bearded man back.

"Brother, she really is injured. Let me serve you!" Fan Jianxin said.

"Aren't you unable to do it either?" The bearded man noticed the gauze on her private parts. She had just
performed oral sex on another man.

"If the front isn't enough, there's the back. Brother, you've definitely never tried the back," Fan Jianxin said softly.

The man who had come in with the bearded man seemed somewhat sympathetic and advised him not to force himself on Leng Xue,
saying that Fan Jianxin's service was excellent.

The bearded man reluctantly agreed, and Fan Jianxin got into bed. Although her vaginal wound had healed better than Leng Xue's,
it wasn't completely healed.

"You don't have to do this, I can handle it," Leng Xue gently embraced her naked body and
whispered in her ear.

Fan Jianxin slowly lay down, resting her head on Leng Xue's shoulder, her snow-white buttocks raised high. "My
injury is almost healed, but you're not ready yet. These next two days are crucial, otherwise, who knows when it will be fully healed! We need to support
each other to get through this." "Thank you!" Leng Xue's eyes welled up with tears; at this moment, their hearts were even
more intertwined .

"By the way, help me support my waist; that way, the swaying will be less." Fan Jianxin knew she couldn't make any too
vigorous movements, or her wound might reopen.

Leng Xue sat up slightly, letting Fan Jianxin lie on her lap, then leaned over and grasped her slender waist.
The bearded man's penis was already pressed against Fan Jianxin's anus, but several attempts to penetrate failed.

Just a few days ago, Fan Jianxin had been on top of her, her anus penetrated by a man's penis. Although Leng Xue deeply
felt her pain, she hadn't witnessed the whole process. Now, seeing the entire assault up close,
and imagining her own anus being penetrated by such an ugly penis, Leng Xue really wanted to chop the
man .

"Use some saliva," Fan Jianxin said with difficulty. She too carried a mission, and like him, she couldn't die here.
No matter the situation, survival was the only option.

Leng Xue forced out some saliva, smeared it on her hands, slightly moistening her anus, and then grasped the penis. The
bearded man freed his hands and spread her buttocks. The penis finally slowly entered, and Fan Jianxin's delicate body trembled,
but she gritted her teeth and remained silent.

The man's violent thrusting began, and Leng Xue tightly gripped her waist, trying to stabilize her body. Watching the penis rapidly moving in and out between her
snow-white thighs, a crystal tear fell onto Fan Jianxin's trembling back.

"No one can last long inside such a peerless beauty's body." Even though the bearded man had just ejaculated once,
he only thrust a few dozen times before gushing out again in less than five minutes. Just when Leng Xue thought it was finally over, the
relatively honest man beside her couldn't stand the stimulation and offered to fuck Fan Jianxin's anus as well.

Could Fan Jianxin refuse? No! The women in Jinshui Garden were slaves, livestock, with no right to
choose . While milky semen still dripped from Fan Jianxin's anus, another penis thrust inside, while
the bearded man, still unsatisfied, surrounded them, wantonly groping their bodies.

The second man didn't thrust as violently as the bearded man; when he couldn't control himself from ejaculating, he stopped
, slowly savoring the pleasure from Fan Jianxin's anus contracting and writhing.

"Come on, lick it again!" The bearded man grabbed Leng Xue's hair and forced his penis into her mouth.
Slowly, the somewhat limp penis swelled again in her mouth. Leng Xue was startled, not for herself,
but for Fan Jianxin. This bearded man was incredibly strong; he might do it again. Thinking this,
she, who had been passively enduring, immediately took the initiative, using all the techniques she had learned in Paradise. She hoped that this time
the ejaculation would be in her mouth, so that Fan Jianxin would suffer less. Despite Leng Xue's best efforts, she failed.
After the other man ejaculated, the bearded man unhesitatingly pulled his penis out of Leng Xue's mouth and returned it to
Fan Jianxin's thighs.

This time, the time lasted much longer than the previous two times, until the hour-long bell rang, at which point the bearded man
stopped in his final frenzy. After the intense activity, Fan Jianxin was covered in sweat. When the penis withdrew from
her body, she collapsed weakly onto the bed.

The rumbling flames of war pushed across the 38th parallel, with the South Korean army concentrating eight corps and twenty-eight divisions, nearly 300,000 men, advancing deep into
North Korea .

Of the eight North Korean army groups, the 2nd, 3rd, 4th, 5th, and 6th Army Groups had already collapsed, and the strategically mobile 7th
Army Group retreated to Pyongyang. The 1st Army Group, led by Che Zekai, was still on its way back. The South Korean army's advance was aimed directly at
Nampo, defended by the 8th Army Group—Kim Dal-rae's army.

Nampo was a transportation hub and strategic stronghold for North Korea, and the most important barrier for the South Korean army's northward advance. During the Korean War
, the Chinese People's Volunteer Army deployed a large force in Nampo, creating a defensive line that would not retreat an inch.

Park Hyun-kok's army, led by Kim Dal-rae, remained stationed in Nampo. Park Hyun-kok had long anticipated the arduousness of the war.
For years, she used all her resources to build defensive positions. This approach was once ridiculed as "a woman's
shortsightedness ," as the North Korean military was confident in its own strength and believed that fighting South Korea only required attacking, attacking, and attacking again.

Park Hyun-kook used Mount Osong as a surrounding defensive line, constructing a defensive line tens of kilometers long.
Mount Osong, with its thousands of trenches, bunkers, and tunnels, became a massive fortress.

In addition to Kim Dal-rae's four armies totaling 80,000 men, Park Hyun-kook used the frontline troops
as a strategic mobile force. Thus, the Nampo defense line numbered 10,000 men.

Riding on their great victory, the South Korean army launched an attack on Mount Osong. Although Park Hyun-kook placed great emphasis on combat training,
many female soldiers were still afraid when the artillery roared and the positions were engulfed in flames. In their early twenties, they should have been living in the dreams of
youth ; the baptism of blood and fire was too cruel for them. After the artillery fire subsided, the enemy began their charge, and many
female soldiers didn't even have the strength to pick up a gun.

The voice of Liu Yuqing, commander of the 81st Army stationed at Wusheng Mountain, rang out across the battlefield: "Sisters, I know
you are afraid. We are women, but we are also warriors. The nation is at a critical juncture,
and the nation needs you to take up arms to defend your motherland, your loved ones, and yourselves. In
the face of death and fear, only fighting can win the chance to survive. I will stand with you, fight alongside you,
until victory! Victory belongs to us, to the Jindalai Army!"

Liu Yuqing was the daughter of Liu Shiju, one of the three beauties of Jindalai. She joined the army at eighteen and rose to the rank of army commander at twenty-
nine , based on her abilities.

She was decisive and efficient, yet considerate of her subordinates, and held absolute prestige within the 81st Army. Her words gave
the female soldiers courage. On the battlefield, only the ruthless survive. The female warriors steeled their resolve and determined to hold their ground.

The attack on the Nanpu defense line was commanded by the Thousand-Transformation Demon Fang Chen. He watched as Yi Wuji easily routed hundreds
of thousands of troops, while he himself made no progress and lost most of his painstakingly trained demon beasts. To gain some credit, he volunteered
to command the battle. Another reason was that several days earlier, Pharaoh Guli had ordered him to collect virgin blood, the more the better,
and that the blood of warriors' virgins was ideal. Fang Chen thought that Jindalai's army had 80,000 men; capturing a few thousand or even ten thousand
female soldiers shouldn't be a problem, and he could complete the Pharaoh's task.

Before the battle, Fang Chen and the South Korean army looked down on the Nampo defense line held by Jindalai's army, believing that women couldn't possibly have much
fighting power, and that Jindalai's army was nothing more than a group of beautiful women used to make a show of Korea. Many officers jokingly said that
after taking Nampo, they would definitely capture a few female soldiers alive for their amusement. But after the positional attack began, the situation was
different from what they had expected. After a barrage of artillery fire, it seemed to have little effect on the defenders; the intensity of the fire on the defense line exceeded their expectations.
Several assaults were organized, but they still couldn't capture a single hill. Some were captured, only to be driven back by a counterattack,
resulting in very heavy casualties.

At the evening military conference, Fang Chen berated the division commanders who had led the main attack that day. They looked aggrieved; they had given their all in the attack, and two divisions had suffered over 50% casualties. At the end of the meeting, Fang Chen heard that about ten female prisoners had been captured during
the battle , so he went with his staff to see them. There were eleven female prisoners in total; they were soldiers from the 5th Company of the 3rd Regiment of the 2nd Division, defending Hill 307. At 4 PM, the hill was breached, and a reinforced company of South Korean troops rushed in, turning the positional warfare into hand-to-hand combat. Their physical strength and abilities were far inferior to the enemy, but they fought bravely and tenaciously. Unfortunately, the enemy outnumbered them, and twelve female soldiers were captured. Reinforcements arrived, and the South Korean troops, unable to withstand the attack, withdrew from the hill with the twelve prisoners. During the retreat, one of the female soldiers found an opportunity, detonated a grenade, and died alongside more than ten South Korean soldiers, thus bringing back only eleven prisoners . Deep within the military camp, the eleven captured female soldiers were bound hand and foot to a wooden stake as tall as a person. Their faces were covered in black grime, their uniforms were riddled with holes, and their exposed skin was also blackened. Many of them bore wounds. Fang Chen glanced at them, frowning. The ravages of war had obscured their youthful beauty; he couldn't even make out their features. "Have you gotten anything of value from them?" Fang Chen asked the staff officer. "These women were just brought in; we haven't interrogated them yet," the staff officer replied. "Oh, they're all so black; we can't even tell if they're men or women! Get some water to wash them!" Fang Chen said. The soldiers brought buckets of water and splashed it on the female soldiers. It was winter, and the temperature was below zero; the water felt like knives cutting into their skin. "Anyone willing to cooperate with us will suffer less!" the staff officer sneered from the side. The female prisoners responded with silence. The clean water washed away the grime, restoring their youth and beauty. Fang Chen took a closer look. These female soldiers were fairly good-looking, but by Fang Chen's standards, they were somewhat lacking. He was only interested in the youngest, long-haired female soldier. "Strip them naked!" Fang Chen waved his hand. More than a dozen soldiers went over and began to remove their clothes. Because they were bound with several thick ropes, the clothes were not easy to remove. The soldiers drew their military knives, cut their clothes, and then tore off the tattered garments piece by piece. They had endured the cold water being poured on them without making a sound, but now they all showed fear. Many of the female soldiers struggled desperately and cursed loudly. Soon, strips of clothing were scattered on the ground, and all eleven female soldiers were naked, shivering in the cold wind . After long-term high-intensity training, they were all well-proportioned, exuding the vitality and aura of youth. Naked, they had lost their composure. Some lowered their heads in shame, while others continued to curse angrily. "Take her inside," Fang Chen said, pointing to the long-haired female soldier he had chosen. "Interrogate her to see if she's willing to cooperate." "Yes, sir!" the staff officer replied. "Sir, could we use some methods to get them to cooperate?" Fang Chen, somewhat puzzled, said, "Any means will do." After a few seconds, he understood and laughed, "Do it if you want, no need for so many scruples!" When Yi Wuji was in charge, military discipline was quite strict, hence the staff officer 's question. The staff officer saluted and shouted, "Yes, sir!" Fang Chen led the long-haired female soldier into a nearby room. Her eyes were half-closed, filled with fear. Fang Chen placed her on a cot and asked, "What's your name?" The long-haired girl shook her head, refusing to answer. Her breathing became increasingly rapid, her white chest heaving. She was a new recruit who had only been in the army for less than half a year; misfortune had come too suddenly for her, and she wasn't mentally prepared to bear this cruelty.

A piercing scream came from outside. The long-haired female soldier struggled to get up, concerned for her comrades.

"So impatient!" Fang Chen said, "If you want to see, no problem."

He pulled the long-haired female soldier up, walked to the window, and opened it. A gruesome scene unfolded before her eyes.
Three or four men surrounded each wooden stake, their ropes untied, their legs dangling high in the air.
Men with their pants down, their huge penises erect, viciously thrust into their bodies. Each thrust was accompanied by heart-wrenching
screams that echoed in the vast night sky.

"Why, why..." The long-haired female soldier leaned against the window, tears streaming uncontrollably, her
voice hoarse.

Fang Chen pressed one hand against her back, the other reaching under her thighs to her genitals. "These are all
virgins . Don't disappoint me." His eyesight was exceptional; he saw that the penises piercing the female soldiers were stained with bright red
blood.

The long-haired female soldier, violated, struggled like a frightened rabbit, but her hands were bound behind her back, and
the hands holding her down were heavier than mountains, rendering her completely immobile.

Fang Chen grinned wickedly, pressing his penis against the long-haired female soldier's private parts, feeling her tremble, and
thrusting his penis into her body with a sense of conquest and destruction.

"Daddy, save me—" the long-haired female soldier cried out, looking up. Her mother had died early, and she depended on her father for survival. In her
most painful and desperate moment, she called out to her family. But in this chaotic world ravaged by war, who could hear the desperate cries for help of an
eighteen- year-old female soldier?

The penis was withdrawn, and bright red virgin blood flowed down her white thighs. Fang Chen smiled with satisfaction. He
increased the speed of his thrusts, and the young, pure, and beautiful female soldier sank into hell in the storm.

War is hell, and hell is a devil's paradise.

Leng Xue's technique of contracting the vaginal walls was invincible; most men would ejaculate instantly after just ten or so thrusts from her
. Even on a second try, she couldn't last more than a hundred thrusts. Fan Jianxin, however, was no less capable; men typically finished
in under three minutes, and often couldn't get an erection the second time. Even men who had taken Viagra
couldn't last long. Not only was Leng Xue envious, but Fan Jianxin also found it strange. Upon closer examination, she realized it was
related to her own mental state.

The core of the Extreme Angels possessed mental power, but only knew the result, not the cause; the most common method was to use their mind to lock someone down,
rendering them immobile. Only Bai Wuxia possessed the strongest mental power, capable of using it to render opponents unconscious.

Using mental power to cause premature ejaculation was a relatively new discovery in extreme environments.

Compared to Fan Jianxin, Leng Xue struggled much more. When encountering men who had taken drugs, no matter
how hard Leng Xue tried, they could hold out for over ten minutes. Fan Jianxin had tried using meditation to cause premature ejaculation in men who had raped Leng Xue,
but after several attempts, it had no effect.

Having this powerful tool wasn't necessarily a good thing. The man bribed Uncle Hai and paid a price to get into her bed,
but inexplicably finished after only a short time. Despite still being highly aroused, his penis wouldn't obey him,
causing immense discomfort. So, various methods of torture ensued. Some grabbed, groped, and scratched her body; some made her
lick her toes and anus; some tied her up and whipped her with whips, shoe soles, and belts; one even brought a
plastic dildo, and after three minutes of penetration, used it to penetrate her vagina for over forty minutes.

Leng Xue also encountered perverted men, but fewer than Fan Jianxin, since those who violated her didn't harbor any inexplicable lust.

Over the next few days, Fan Jianxin's injuries multiplied. Out of desperation,
she dared not use her mental power when encountering particularly menacing customers.

After enduring the initial days, both women slowly adapted to their environment, and coincidentally, both found themselves particularly enjoying chatting with
customers . The women in Jinshui Garden were lifeless, their words sweet, but almost none of them were truly talkative. So most of
the guests enjoyed talking to them, and gradually they began to grasp some of the island's situation.

On the sixth day, Fan Jianxin met an old man cleaning the operations center. She went to great lengths to please him and
learned that the operations center was located at the western end of the island. The defensive system of Luofeng Island was located in the operations center.

On the seventh day, Leng Xue met a guard captain. Leng Xue managed to get information out of him, and the guard captain explained some of the island's
defense system. According to the guard captain, there were almost no fixed patrols on the island. Although
the veracity of his words couldn't be confirmed, it made sense. Luofeng Island had a very strong concealment and early warning system, so the island didn't need too much
defense.

On the eighth day, they unexpectedly encountered another guard from the operations center. Generally speaking, being able to enter the operations center meant having access to
the Paradise of Bliss. Perhaps the old man sweeping the floor had boasted about it, and he had come because of his reputation. Fan Jianxin again used
all her to make him feel like he was in heaven. In the last ten minutes or so of their conversation, she learned even more
about the operations center.

The tenth day was the most exciting for Leng Xue. The middle-aged man who came that day turned out to be the cook who delivered meals to Luofeng Prison. He
said that Luofeng Prison was full of beautiful women and even told Leng Xue its approximate location.

As their conversations increased, the two learned more and more about Luofeng Island. For Fan Jianxin, as long as she could
enter the battle and disable the shielding system for five minutes, the satellite monitoring the area would be able to locate Luofeng Island,
and her mission would be complete. As for Leng Xue, her goal was exactly the same as Fan Jianxin's. She was now quite certain that Fan
Jianxin was not an ordinary person and had come to the island with a mission, just like her.

One day, Uncle Hai came in and told them to go out for dinner outside the garden that day. Leng Xue asked why, and Uncle Hai said it was
Christmas Day , and the whole island was celebrating. The two thought they could rest for a day, but what they found was completely different from what they had imagined.

The dinner was in the largest banquet hall in Jinshui Corner, with about twenty or thirty tables for
people of relatively high status in Jinshui Corner. Each table was assigned a woman, and all the women from Jinshui Garden were present. At Leng Xue's table, only the
black guard captain was a familiar face; the others were unfamiliar to her. The terrifying thing was that the table was full of foreigners; not a single
Chinese person was there.

That day, Leng Xue deliberately made herself look dirty, her hair disheveled, her face smudged, but even so, everyone
was amazed by her beauty. Since it was a celebration, everyone was unrestrained, and before the meal even began, they lined up, letting Leng Xue take turns
giving them oral sex.

Leng Xue looked around; the others were in similar situations—some were being held in arms and groped indiscriminately; others were already
being raped. Beside her, Fan Jianxin lay sprawled on the table, at least a dozen hands covering her body.

Serving men was psychologically different in a private room versus in a public hall. Regardless of the difference,
one had to overcome the psychological barrier and do as the men demanded. Leng Xue lowered her head and began sucking on their penises. For a full hour…
The task wasn't considered complete until the men at the table were already feasting and drinking for over an hour.

Foreigners' anatomy differs from Chinese men's; their penises are generally a size larger. After this round, Leng Xue
's mouth was practically agape, swallowing countless amounts of semen.

The black guard captain, the leader, lifted Leng Xue and placed her on his lap. None of the women
had worn underwear when they arrived, and Leng Xue felt his penis pressing against her crotch.

"Let's eat and do it!" the black guard captain said, lifting Leng Xue's buttocks with both hands,
grasping his penis, and searching for the opening. After rubbing against the opening a few times, it slid in smoothly.
After the oral sex, Leng Xue had secretly applied lubricant to her genitals. After ten days of intense intercourse, her vagina had
inevitably begun to loosen.

The black man's strength was like that of a stallion. He supported Leng Xue's slender waist, using only his arm strength to make her
bounce up and down like a horse, each rise and fall driving his penis deep into her body.

Leng Xue's top was pulled down to her waist, her full breasts heaving,
arousing the lust of the foreigners around her.

Leng Xue gripped the edge of the table tightly with one hand and picked up a fork with the other. The foreigners tensed, thinking she was going to stab someone with the fork.
But instead, she forked the largest piece of rare steak and began to chew. She wasn't actually that hungry, and besides,
the semen she had swallowed made her nauseous, but she knew that being gang-raped by these dozen or so foreigners tonight would be incredibly
difficult . She needed energy, she needed strength, and even if she had no appetite, she had to eat.

The foreigners cheered at her actions. A blond, blue-eyed man raised a large glass of vodka,
"Come on, bottoms up!" he shouted.

Leng Xue was stunned. She could suppress the alcohol when she had internal energy, but not now. She waved her hands, repeatedly saying
"no." The foreigner became unhappy, walked over, grabbed her chin, and forced her to open her mouth. The men around her
laughed and grabbed her arm, pouring a large glass of strong vodka down her throat. The alcohol burned like fire into her
lungs, causing her to choke violently, while the surrounding men laughed even harder.

The black man, stimulating the scene, howled and thrashed about like a bear, his body throbbing wildly as Leng Xue's vagina
filled with semen.

"My turn!" The blond foreigner who had been pouring the vodka took Leng Xue from the black captain, turned her around
so she faced him, and then inserted his penis into her still-dripping vagina. Having been forced to drink, and now with a different man,
Leng Xue still gripped the steak tightly in her hand, eating it as if it were a battle. Lying on top of the blond foreigner, she
put the steak in her mouth again.

The alcohol made her face flushed, adding to her allure. The blond foreigner, unable to resist the urge, repeatedly
poured vodka into Leng Xue's mouth, mouth to mouth.

Leng Xue felt dizzy, her body light, and a strange excitement coursing through her. So the blond foreigner offered her wine
several times , and she drank it all without refusing.

As the alcohol took effect, Leng Xue felt hot all over, and in her half-drunk state, the humiliation and pain of the past few days surged into
her heart . "You beasts!" Suddenly, Leng Xue slapped the man hard. The man
was stunned by the blow, and when Leng Xue swung her hand a second time, he grabbed it.

"Are you crazy!" the blond foreigner roared.

This roar startled Leng Xue, and she regained some of her senses. She didn't know how to explain her
actions. In that instant, she grabbed the foreigner's shoulder, stretched out her long legs, and stood on tiptoe, then, like a galloping wild horse,
began to twist her body wildly.

The blond foreigner was about to retaliate, but she was stunned by her actions, followed by an overwhelming wave of pleasure
that made him forget the slap he had just given him. He quickly ejaculated, but Leng Xue's movements remained wild. She wanted to use exercise
to dissipate the effects of the alcohol; in this environment, she couldn't afford to be without a clear head.

Under intense stimulation, the blond foreigner became erect again. He didn't need to do anything; he just needed to enjoy
the ultimate pleasure. A few minutes later, the blond foreigner ejaculated again, but Leng Xue continued. This time, it was his turn to lose control
. He forcibly dragged her away from his body and handed her to someone nearby.

After ten minutes of vigorous activity, Leng Xue was covered in sweat. Although her face was still flushed and her head was still dizzy,
she had finally regained her senses. Sitting on another man's lap, she no longer had the strength to continue. The man
muttered , venting his dissatisfaction, and had to take matters into his own hands.

At this moment, a burst of rousing music began, and a man resembling a host on the round platform in the center of the hall announced loudly:
"Fellow believers, tonight is a night of revelry! We have prepared a special gift for you!" The hall fell
silent , and everyone looked on expectantly.

A huge iron cage was carried onto the round platform, covered with a red cloth, obscuring its contents.

"Can you guess what's inside?" the host shouted.

The roar of the crowd sent a chill down Leng Xue's spine.

“Phoenix Warrior, Phoenix Warrior, Phoenix Warrior…” Leng Xue’s mind went blank. She never expected to
encounter her former comrade-in-arms in such a setting.

“You’re right. Today, we bring you the incomparably beautiful Phoenix
Warrior !” The host waved a red cloth, revealing the Phoenix Warrior in an iron cage.

You Xiaorui knelt in the cage, completely naked, her hands cuffed behind her back, her neck and waist bound with special
leather straps, chained to the top of the cage, and her feet cuffed to iron rings at the bottom.

You Xiaorui had been captured in India and had been on Luofeng Island for over three months. During those three months, she had been
repeatedly . But this was the first time she had been taken out of Luofeng Prison. No
matter how strong the Phoenix Warrior’s will was, being raped in front of so many men made her pale with fear.

Leng Xue’s face darkened. You Xiaorui had trained with her. When she was on an infiltration mission, she hadn’t
heard that You Xiaorui had been captured by the Demonic Sect. But the facts were stark, piercing her heart like needles.

"Today, thirty lucky winners will have the chance to enjoy the beautiful bodies of the Phoenix Warriors. The drawing of numbers will begin now.
The first lucky winner is number 138!" The host pulled a small slip of paper from the ballot box.

During festivals and celebrations, the Demonic Church would take the Phoenix Warriors out of Fallen Phoenix Prison for ordinary members to rape, both
to inflict greater humiliation on the Phoenix Warriors and to boost the faith of the followers. Except for a very few, all the Phoenix Warriors in Fallen Phoenix Prison
had experienced such a scene.

"I am number 138," a short man waved and rushed onto the stage. The host opened the iron gate, and he
hopped and leaped into the cage, violently pulling the chain around her neck. You Xiaorui painfully arched her back. The man...
Her hands gripped her full, firm breasts tightly as the penis plunged into her body. A roar of cheers erupted from
the audience.

While You Xiaorui was certainly beautiful and had a great figure, Leng Xue and Fan Jianxin were even more stunning. But the fact that You Xiaorui's
rape elicited such a frenzy was because she was a Phoenix Warrior. For the lower-ranking followers, the Phoenix Warrior
was an unattainable goddess. The opportunity to rape her was incredibly exciting.

"Number 236! Numbers 89 and 105, get ready!" As the short man howled and ejaculated, the host began calling out numbers again.

The cage wasn't large, and those inside began their rapes in a race against time. Those waiting reached through the bars,
groping her naked body haphazardly.

Unconsciously, Leng Xue's fists clenched, and anger overwhelmed her. Seeing You Xiaorui
reminded her of her sister, who would also be humiliated like this. Tears blurred her vision. At that moment, she forgot
herself, forgot that she too was being held in a man's arms, her vagina also filled with a man's enormous penis.

A sharp pain in her groin pulled Leng Xue back to reality. The other black man beside her, his lust surging, thrust
his penis . Leng Xue was horrified. Her anus had been torn and severely damaged last time; it couldn't afford any more damage
. But with her upper body leaning against the blond foreigner, her body was straight, and even with his penis thrusting between her legs, it couldn't
penetrate her anus.

Sweating profusely, the black man's penis behind her hadn't entered her anus yet. If it did, with his
brute force , it might tear her anus again. Seeing that the blond foreigner's movements were also becoming uncoordinated, Leng Xue quickly
pointed to the ground, indicating that she should do it on the ground.

The blond foreigner understood her meaning, lifted her from the stool and moved her to the ground. As soon as she was on the ground, Leng Xue quickly lay down
, spat on her palm, smeared it on her anus, and tried to relax her body, raising her hips to widen her
anus and guide the black man's penis between her thighs.

"Thump!" The black man's penis plunged in all the way, like a pile driver nailing Leng Xue firmly in place. This was her second
time having anal sex; the first time was endless pain, and the second was just as painful! The two penises, one above the other, almost
penetrated her body. Her taut anus and vagina felt like they were separated by a thin sheet of paper; both penises could feel
each other's hardness and heat.

Leng Xue used her elbows to support herself, adjusting her body angle to try and absorb the immense impact from above and below. At this moment, she
envied You Xiaorui somewhat. Both had been raped, but You Xiaorui only needed to grit her teeth and endure, while she had to act like a
prostitute , using various techniques to cater to and satisfy every need of the man.

The rape of You Xiaorui would last five or six hours, and Leng Xue was prepared to be raped until dawn.

The foreigners had exceptional stamina; starting with this black man, she was constantly sandwiched between two men,
raped .

Leng Xue gritted her teeth and endured. She thought of Fan Jianxin, and only after a long while did she see her surrounded by five or six men,
her hands gripping, her mouth sucking, and several penises pressed against her chest. Because her view was obstructed, she couldn't see her lower body, but
Leng Xue believed the men's penises were piercing her body.

The night, a long night, the Phoenix Warrior and the Extreme Warrior staggered forward. The flame of faith remained; could it
burn and illuminate this night sky as black as ink?

Ximen Jingyun and Shui Ling observed from day to night; Tian Lei hadn't left his residence. Ximen Jingyun
repeatedly wanted to force her way in, but she suppressed the impulse. Around eight o'clock in the evening, several cars drove out of the residence, and Tian
Lei got into one of them.

"Where would they go?" Ximen Jingyun and Shui Ling quickly descended the mountain.

"With the election approaching, Tian Lei doesn't usually go out easily. There are only two possibilities now: either he's going to the Black Dragon Society headquarters to find Mo
Zhentian, or he's going to the Silver Moon Pavilion." Shui Ling had investigated Tian Lei's whereabouts; he had been to the Silver Moon Pavilion quite a few times.

"Then let's go to the Silver Moon Pavilion!" Ximen Jingyun leaped into the car, slammed on the gas, and the silver sedan sped away.

Silver Moon Pavilion. Ji Xiaoyun leaned against the window, gazing at the dark night sky. After several days of recuperation, her torn
anus had mostly healed, but no matter how much she regulated her breathing, her martial arts skills couldn't be restored. She couldn't
understand why her vagina had suddenly closed, turning her into a stone woman unable to have intercourse. She vaguely felt
as if there was a sealed volcano inside her body, perhaps waiting for the day it erupted before she could be reborn.

Ji Xiaoyun was lost in thought when she heard the sound of a door opening, followed by heavy footsteps. She gave a bitter
smile . She had just been thankful for not being violated for days, but it
was expected that this fleeting luck would end so quickly.

The man strode up behind her, his large, rough hand encircling her armpits and grabbing
her breast through the thin silk dress. His grip was strong, squeezing her chest painfully. Who else could this man be but Li Quan?
Ji Xiaoyun wondered to herself as the man grabbed her shoulders and turned her around.

A rugged, square face, thick eyebrows, and large eyes—he exuded authority. "Tian Lei!" Ji Xiaoyun thought to herself. This man,
a strong contender for the Hong Kong Chief Executive, was already "Phoenix's" target; she hadn't expected him to appear here.

"Li Quan is right, truly a beauty of unparalleled grace!" Tian Lei chuckled, slipping his hand under her skirt. Women at the Silver Moon Pavilion
didn't wear bras or underpants. He parted Ji Xiaoyun's labia, and sure enough, he couldn't even
insert . "What a pity! Such a beautiful woman, yet she's a virgin!"

After a series of wanton caresses, the naked Ji Xiaoyun was pushed onto a bench, a chair somewhat resembling a gym
machine , specifically designed for anal sex. The long, oval-shaped pad conformed to her pubic bone, allowing her buttocks
to be raised high. Her feet were braced against the chair's extended arms, and with a forceful push, Tian Lei spread her legs more than 100 degrees apart.

Ji Xiaoyun had already studied this machine; it had many functions, such as being able to flip and stand upright.

Ji Xiaoyun had considered the possibility of being humiliated on this machine one day, but when it actually happened, she
still couldn't accept it.

Unable to accept it, she had no choice but to accept it. The cold lubricant was applied to her anus, and she secretly rejoiced, thinking it would
lessen the physical harm.

A hot, hard penis pressed against her anus, and Tian Lei grabbed her legs, pushing forward again, widening the 100-degree
obtuse angle even further. Using lubricant was Li Quan's instruction, but Ji Xiaoyun's posture
was far from the correct anal sex position . Lifting her hips and relaxing her body in a kneeling position is most advantageous for anal sex, but in this case
, although her hips were lifted, her legs were thrust straight back like scissors, causing her anus to contract extremely, making relaxation
impossible.

Sure enough, the penis couldn't penetrate the anus, and Ji Xiaoyun screamed in pain. Tian Lei was completely unfazed.
With tenderness and pity, he pried open her thighs and forcefully pushed his glans into her anus. Once the head was inside, the subsequent penetration
was easier; under his brute force, his massive penis slowly disappeared into Ji Xiaoyun's snowy buttocks.

While Ji Xiaoyun was being brutally violated by Tian Lei, Ximen Jingyun and Shui Ling sneaked into the Silver Moon Pavilion. Perhaps because Li Quan
hadn't returned, the pavilion's defenses were somewhat lax. The two managed to reach Tian Lei's room without incident.

Just as they had fully inserted their penises into Ji Xiaoyun's body, Ximen Jingyun and Shui Ling quietly entered the room. A
tremendous force gripped Tian Lei's mind; before he could react, Shui Ling's gun was already pressed against his back.

"Don't move!" Shui Ling whispered, taking handcuffs from her waist and cuffing Tian Lei's hands behind his back.

Just as the two were about to leave with Tian Lei, suddenly a loud bang was heard, the door was kicked open, and the Black Dragon Society's expert, Tian
Di Yan Han, led his men in. Tian Lei's protector, Yan Han, was in the next room. When Ji Xiaoyun's screams suddenly
stopped , he sensed danger, went out of the room, saw his unconscious subordinates, and led his men in.

Ximen Jingyun immediately locked onto the two who rushed in first, raised her hand and shot; both fell to the ground.
At this moment , Tian Lei suddenly moved. He slammed into a chair, which spun and hit Shui Ling in the waist, sending her flying.

Tian Lei moved with lightning speed, then kicked Shui Ling in the abdomen, sending her crashing into the wall, blood
trickling from .

Although Ximen Jingyun saw Shui Ling being attacked, people kept rushing in through the door, preventing her from helping. Tian
Lei jumped, deftly moving his hands, which were scissors behind his back, to the front, greatly increasing his range of movement. Although he hadn't studied
ancient martial arts, his skills were certainly not bad. Shui Ling's gun was knocked away, and she was kicked several more times, falling to the ground
unable to get up.

Tian Lei walked over with a sinister grin, when suddenly a heavy object struck his knee, causing him to half-kneel. It turned out that
Ji Xiaoyun had abruptly spun her chair again, slamming it into his joint, then using her foot to flick the gun towards
Shui Ling.

At this moment, Shui Ling, already dazed from the beating, grabbed the gun and fired, "Bang! Bang!" Both shots hit
Tian Lei in the chest. Tian Lei clutched his chest and collapsed to the ground. Yan Han, still outside the door, panicked and led the group in a
desperate rush inside. He was a top-tier expert with an extremely strong will; even before he arrived, his palm strikes had already forced Ximen
Jingyun back several steps.

In that instant, more than ten people had surged in. Ximen Jingyun rushed to the window, grabbed Shui Ling's hand, and smashed open
the window, leaping downwards. Yan Han rushed to the window, grabbed Shui Ling's feet, and Ximen Jingyun was left suspended in mid-air
. When she saw the dark muzzle of a gun protruding from the window, she knew it was impossible to get Shui Ling back.

She had no choice but to let go and run for her life. Yan Han wanted to give chase, but stopped when he saw Tian Lei covered in blood
.

Without Yan Han, a skilled fighter, Ximen Jingyun finally broke through the encirclement and fled.

Shui Ling was dragged out of the window, a thick rope coiled around her body like a venomous snake. She closed her eyes in despair.

Chapter 3: The Flames of War, Section 5: The Fog of War 2:

The Black Dragon Society Base.

Shui Ling lay on the cold floor, her tightly closed eyes trembling, seemingly trapped in a deep nightmare. Not
far away, a man wearing a bronze mask sat. Though his expression was hidden, a chilling murderous aura filled the room.

After a moment, he picked up a bucket of ice water and splashed it on Shui Ling. Stimulated by the ice water, Shui Ling screamed and
sat up .

Looking at the man in the bronze mask, Shui Ling tensed up immediately, "Mo Zhentian!" she cried out in alarm.

Mo Zhentian snorted coldly, "You know me, saving me the trouble of explaining! I'm asking you, who told you
to kill Tian Lei!"

"Tian Lei is dead?!" Shui Ling exclaimed. The plan to rescue her sisters by taking
Tian Lei hostage had unexpectedly turned into killing him.

"Yes, dead!" Mo Zhentian's calm voice suppressed immense anger.

"Ha!" Shui Ling raised her head, "Good riddance! He deserved it!"

"I'll ask you one more time, who told you to kill Tian Lei?" Mo Zhentian suddenly stood up, approaching Shui Ling step by
step.

Under Mo Zhentian's overwhelming killing intent, Shui Ling's body trembled uncontrollably, but she still
stood tall , looking directly at Mo Zhentian, saying, "No one ordered him, he deserved to die!"

Mo Zhentian slowly squatted down, his狰狞 mask almost pressed against her pretty face, "What causes you the most pain?
Torture? Rape? And tell me, are you afraid of death?" In that instant, Shui Ling felt death approaching with unmistakable realism, even closer

than when she was held at gunpoint in Indonesia .
After that experience, in the dead of night, she would always feel the fear of death, the darkness of ignorance and
numbness, the endless, desolate abyss, each time sending chills down her spine.

"Hahaha..." Mo Zhentian laughed wildly, reading immense fear in Shui Ling's eyes. "I know
you're afraid, that's good, that's good!"

"Bring it on, I'm not afraid!" Shui Ling mustered her last bit of strength.
"Fine!" Mo Zhentian grabbed Shui Ling by the collar and lifted her up, carrying her to a steel frame. Shui Ling's pretty face
was pale, but she gritted her teeth and remained silent.

"The ten fingers are connected to the heart; I'm going to drive steel needles into your fingertips. Let you taste what extreme pain is like!" Mo
Zhentian coldly grabbed Shui Ling's hand and pressed her against a wooden board on the steel frame.

Shui Ling was terrified and struggled desperately, but kicking him was like kicking an iron plate; she only felt the pain.

Mo Zhentian picked up a steel needle more than half a foot long. "I thought you weren't afraid, that's why I didn't tie you up. I didn't
expect you to still be afraid!" he said coldly.

Her hand, pressed against the board, felt like it was clamped by iron hoops and couldn't move at all. Shui Ling knew that resistance was futile, so she stopped
kicking, tensed her body, and waited for the steel needle to pierce her.

"Her hands are as beautiful as her, what a pity!" Mo Zhentian looked at her slender fingers, pressing the steel needle against
her middle finger, which was painted with silver-red nail polish. "People have to pay the price for their actions!" "Having said that, he suddenly channeled
his energy , and a sharp steel needle pierced her middle finger, penetrating the wooden board behind it.

Although she was mentally prepared, the excruciating pain still far exceeded Shui Ling's expectations. A long, piercing scream
suddenly rose up and lingered for a long time. Her first reaction was to use her left hand to remove the steel needle, but halfway through, Mo Zhentian
grabbed and pressed her against the other side of the wooden board.

"Feels pretty good, doesn't it!" Mo Zhentian smiled cruelly and took another identical steel needle.

"No—" Shui Ling's eyes widened as she watched helplessly as her left middle finger was once again pierced and nailed to the wooden board
.

After inserting the steel needles, Mo Zhentian took a half step back, coldly staring at Shui Ling.

Shui Ling first cried out to the sky, screaming more than ten times before her strength was completely exhausted. Then she shook her head left and right and
stomped , but quickly realized that each tremor of her body aggravated her wounds. So she tried to stabilize her body
, but she couldn't release the overwhelming pain.

"You beast!" Shui Ling kicked Mo Zhentian suddenly, but he grabbed her. The violent
movement caused even more intense pain, and Shui Ling screamed again.

Mo Zhentian held her soft, boneless foot for a while before letting go. "Save your strength!" Mo
Zhentian raised the height of the iron frame crossbar by twenty centimeters, so that Shui Ling had to stand on tiptoe to barely stand.

If she relaxed, she would have to support her body with the steel needles in her fingers, which would undoubtedly increase the pain.

At this moment, Mo Zhentian's anger subsided a little, and he began to carefully examine Shui Ling. Even with Mo Zhentian's discerning
eye, he had to admit that she was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. Perhaps Lin Lan could compare,
but Shui Ling was more in line with his aesthetic standards.

Nailed to the rack, she was still wearing a coat, shirt, and trousers, only barefoot, but sexiness
has little to do with whether she's clothed or not. Besides, her damp clothes already outlined the lines of her body, and her high, firm breasts
still stirred Mo Zhentian's heart, even amidst his rage.

"How do you feel now?" Mo Zhentian lifted Shui Ling's pretty face; her forehead was covered in beads of sweat, and
her beautiful eyes glistened with tears.

Shui Ling silently gazed at him, who was like a ferocious beast, too weak to utter a word.

"Silence means you're alright!" Mo Zhentian picked up another steel needle and straightened her fingers, which were curled up like chicken claws.

"No—" Shui Ling's eyes were filled with fear.

"What did you say?" Mo Zhentian turned his head.

Shui Ling was startled, her pain slightly clearing her mind. She shook her head with difficulty, remaining silent. She had already
endured the first hurdle; she told herself to be strong and persevere.

Seeing Shui Ling's silence, Mo Zhentian chuckled and pierced her index finger with a steel needle. Instantly, Shui Ling's body
arched like a shrimp, and she cried out in agony once more. When the index finger of her other hand was also pierced, Shui Ling's
pain reached its limit, and she fainted.

"She fainted so quickly," Mo Zhentian thought to himself. People's willpower is different, and their pain tolerance is
different . He bent down, picked up a bucket of ice water, and poured it over her again.

Shui Ling woke up; her limp body immediately stiffened, and she could only touch the ground with her toes.

"Why would such a lovely and beautiful woman like you fight against the Black Dragon Society? I feel sorry for you
!" Mo Zhentian's words came from the bottom of his heart. If she hadn't killed Tian Lei, he wouldn't have used such cruel
methods.

Excessive pain can cause numbness, and Shui Ling finally let out a long breath, regaining some courage. "
Your Black Dragon Society has committed so many atrocities; anyone would resist, let alone a police officer like me!" Shui Ling said.

"Very righteous! But don't you think the price you pay for this righteousness is too high?" Mo Zhentian
said coldly.

"You have committed countless evils; you will eventually be punished!" Shui Ling said fiercely.

"Haha," Mo Zhentian laughed, "Only the most useless people believe in retribution. It's nothing but self-deception
! The evil I inflicted on you today, let's see when it will be repaid to me!"

"Hmph! It will be!" Shui Ling said.

“You’re a bit more alert now because the pain has just passed its limit. There’s a brief period of numbness, but
the pain will return in a few minutes. Although it’ll be a little better than the moment it was driven in, it’s a prolonged and continuous pain.
I hope you can stay in this state of complete collapse for a while longer so I can feel your pain more. That would make me feel better!”

Mo Zhentian began to unbutton her coat. “I’ve been watching you for a long time. You think you
’re so great for provoking the Black Dragon these past few years? It’s not because you’re the Chief Executive’s niece that I’m afraid to touch you. Actually, I’m doing it for Cheng Xuanyin’s
sake . Although she’s my enemy, I always respect the strong. You don’t belong to the Phoenix faction, so there’s no need for
me to stoop to your level. That’s why you’ve lived peacefully these past few years. If it weren’t for my subordinates keeping you in check, you would have been
crippled by some gang leader long ago!”

“I’ll show you some photos.” Mo Zhentian picked up the remote control next to him, and the projector lit up. The first
photo showed her leaning against the sofa, completely naked, one hand grasping her breast, the other on her private parts.

“Ah!” Shui Ling exclaimed in surprise. How could there be such photos? He had absolutely no recollection of them.

The screen scrolled, showing her in various lewd poses, her breasts and genitals completely exposed.

"Don't worry about when these photos were taken, because you were completely unaware at the time. After seeing these photos, any
man would fight tooth and nail to have sex with you, yet the Black Dragon Society yielded to you time and time again, and you killed Tian Lei. You are truly
unforgivable !" Mentioning Tian Lei, Mo Zhentian's anger surged again. He grabbed Shui Ling's shirt collar, and with a swift movement,
the buttons fell to the ground like pearls, and the shirt was completely open.

Gazing at Shui Ling's breasts, even the usually composed Mo Zhentian felt his heart race. Although her breasts were still covered by
a bra , their shape was already clearly visible. Having seen Shui Ling's nude photos, he had always found it hard to believe that an Easterner could have such
large yet still beautiful breasts, like works of art, especially considering that the owner of these beautiful breasts had a nearly perfect face,
a slender waist, and long legs.

The pure white lace bra still covered most of her breasts, but the unfathomable cleavage was clearly visible. Mo
Zhentian didn't rush to remove this final restraint, but quietly admired, savored, and let his imagination run wild.

At this moment, he even forgot the rage and hatred over Tian Lei's murder.

The photos on the large screen continued to flash. Looking at her naked self, a blush rose on her pale cheeks. Her past
humiliations flashed before her eyes. The first time she was violated by an Indonesian officer, the deepest impression was his blackened fingers and
the nauseating feeling. She had escaped that time with her wit, so although it was her first violation,
she saw it as a sacrifice for justice and could accept it. The second time truly left a mark of shame. She was ambushed and captured,
stripped naked in front of everyone by the brutal prison warden, and at least ten men touched her body,
exposing her most private parts to the men. After the first violation, she devised an escape plan and put it into practice;
the flame had not been extinguished. But the second time she fell into despair; if it weren't for Sheng Hongyu's appearance, she would have lost her virginity long ago. What truly
shocked her was the third assault, which was far more severe than the first two. She was forced to perform
breast sex, oral sex, and was penetrated by a penis; she even swallowed semen. But these weren't the most significant events; what she found most difficult to accept was...
What she suffered was that she succumbed to the enemy's guns, realizing for the first time how terrified she was of death.

From that moment on, a gaping hole appeared in her heart, bringing endless nightmares.

In her recollection, Shui Ling was startled to find her clothes open, and the gaze behind the bronze mask was so
intense . She sighed deeply, utter despair gnawing at her heart like insects.

After a long while, Mo Zhentian finally reached out and placed his hand on her slender waist. He marveled at the thinness and
suppleness , and the fact that such a slender waist was adorned
with such full breasts—strangely, the stark contrast didn't feel out of place at all. Following her smooth, delicate skin, his hand circled her back and gently unhooked
her bra. Even Mo Zhentian couldn't understand why he was being so gentle; perhaps people
naturally .

After unhooking, Mo Zhentian withdrew his hand. Shui Ling was wearing a strapless bra, so he
waited for it to slip down naturally. But to his astonishment, the bra remained in place.

Mo Zhentian's first reaction was that the clasp wasn't undone, but then he noticed the bra was dangling precariously on either side. He thought
for a long time , and there was only one possibility: whether or not she wore a bra, Shui Ling's breasts maintained the same shape.

Most large breasts, due to gravity, cannot maintain their forward position; many women
rely on bras to accentuate a deep cleavage and beautiful shape. Once the bra is removed, the shape of the breasts becomes
much less attractive. Only by maintaining an upright posture can the bra hold up and prevent it from falling.

Mo Zhentian held his breath, but his index finger touched the bra's connection point. With a soft gasp from Shui Ling, the white
bra fluttered to the ground.

Mo Zhentian couldn't help but marvel. Although he had seen her nude photos, seeing her in person was a world apart.
Her breasts, exceeding 37F, were delicate and rounded, shimmering with a jade-like luster, pure white with a faint bluish tinge, and
very faint veins visible up close. Her semi-circular breasts were slightly upturned, with coin-sized, peach-pink areolas standing
perfectly atop the peaks. The small, pink nipples were slightly recessed within the areolas, appearing and disappearing, incredibly
alluring.

Seeing Shui Ling's breasts, Mo Zhentian was more shocked than those who had violated her, for those men
were crude and lacked appreciation, committing their acts of violence in the wilderness, having no time for careful observation. Mo Zhentian, however
, had seen countless people, and while he wouldn't claim Shui Ling was the most beautiful he had ever seen, her breasts were undoubtedly the most beautiful.

"Sigh, why did you kill Tian Lei?" Mo Zhentian

said regretfully. "Ugh," Shui Ling groaned softly. Mo Zhentian was right; after a period of numbness, the stinging pain in her fingers
continued to surge in waves, growing increasingly intense. Even more unbearable was the fact that, due to supporting her body on her toes for so long,
her legs began to cramp.

“Generally speaking, this pain will last for a relatively long time, but people have an automatic protection mechanism. When
the pain exceeds the limit, you will faint, just like before.” Mo Zhentian had calmed down from the initial shock.

“Women with inverted nipples usually have a stronger sex drive, but it will be too difficult for you to have an orgasm today,”
Mo Zhentian said. He bent down and took a piece of ice from the bucket beside him, gently stimulating the nipples on the snow-capped peaks with it.

The ice water moistened the towering peaks, and under the stimulation of the ice, the inverted nipples slowly stood up,
slightly larger and more vibrant in color than before.

Shui Ling wanted to make some movements to resist, but all her mind was focused on resisting the waves of pain,
and she was powerless to do so.

After stimulating her nipples to stand up, Mo Zhentian threw away the half-melted ice and stretched out his palms to caress her breasts.
At first, the movements were light, but gradually the pressure of his fingers increased. Under Mo Zhentian's ravages, her breasts
changed shape with his hands, but as soon as he let go, they stubbornly returned to their original shape.

"I've heard that nipples are a woman's most sensitive spot, I'll have to try it." Mo Zhentian, seemingly out of
nowhere . He gripped it tightly with one hand, grasping the center of her breast from bottom to top, and squeezed hard, his powerful grip
almost splitting the breast in two.

"What are you doing!" Shui Ling cried out in terror, ignoring the pain in her fingertips. Her upper breast
swelled up like an inflated balloon, the nipple close to her chin. Right before her eyes, she watched the silver needle pierce her nipple,
a more intense, electric-like pain sending shivers through her body.

Mo Zhentian ignored her screams, calmly grabbing the other breast and
repeating the process, piercing the erect, red nipple with the same needle.

The damage from the thin silver needle piercing the nipple was less than that from a steel needle in a finger, but the pain was far greater. Fortunately,
Mo Zhentian didn't pierce it twice; after two needles, he removed the needle. Shui Ling gasped for breath,
bright red .

"Thank goodness, you didn't faint this time. Your pain tolerance has improved considerably!" Mo Zhentian praised.

"Why? Why did you torture me like this!" Shui Ling cried out bitterly.

"Why?" Mo Zhentian said coldly, "Why did you kill Tian Lei!" The mere mention of Tian Lei
ignited Mo Zhentian's fury. He took two more steel needles and pierced Shui Ling's ring fingers. With a hoarse scream of pain,
Shui Ling fainted again.

Mo Zhentian splashed ice water on her, but she still didn't wake up. After a moment's thought, he grabbed an electric baton
and stabbed it directly between her breasts. Amidst a burst of high-voltage light and crackling sounds, Shui Ling suddenly awoke, her eyes somewhat glazed.

Mo Zhentian knew her pain tolerance had reached its limit; another needle thrust would surely cause her to faint again,
and she might not wake up quickly. He didn't have much time to waste here; with Tian Lei dead,
many important matters awaited him.

"Should we nail a few more?" Mo Zhentian asked.

Shui Ling shook her head; she didn't even have the strength to speak.

Mo Zhentian took out a small bottle from his pocket and made Shui Ling drink it. It was a specially made drug with temporary
anesthetic and stimulating effects. He wanted her to be more alert during the important part to come.

"What did you give me to drink?" Shui Ling asked.

"Don't worry, it's not an aphrodisiac!" Mo Zhentian unbuttoned her trousers and pulled them down along with her underwear.

After drinking the drug, Shui Ling felt a little better, and the pain in her fingers wasn't as intense as before, but a greater fear followed
; she knew she would soon lose her virginity. "

Still very beautiful!" Mo Zhentian exclaimed again. Fine pubic hair, pink labia pressed into a thin line,
truly alluring. Mo Zhentian skillfully caressed her private parts, only slightly wetting them after a while. He shook his head,
understanding that this was purely a physiological reaction.

Mo Zhentian didn't want to waste any more time; Tian Lei's unexpected death had disrupted his plans. Thinking of this, he
pulled off his trousers, his large penis already erect. He lifted Shui Ling's legs, placing them on his arms, and
thrust his erect penis straight into her vagina.

The glans squeezed into her dry vagina, tightly enveloped, Shui Ling's body putting up a final resistance. Mo
Zhentian paid no heed to this small obstacle; a cruel sneer played on his lips behind the mask. He channeled his energy, making his penis
harder than iron, and with lightning speed, his penis pierced through the tight vagina, penetrating Shui Ling's
hymen in two seconds, reaching its deepest point.

The moment his penis entered her body, Shui Ling's eyes widened. Before she could fully react,
she had lost her virginity. The physical pain and the emotional pain overwhelmed her like a tidal wave; her heart-wrenching
screams and wails echoed in the empty cell.

Although violence was Mo Zhentian's penchant, Shui Ling's near-death struggle diminished his interest somewhat.
Fortunately, Shui Ling's beauty and physical allure were strong enough to keep his lust burning. If it weren't for Tian Lei,
he wouldn't have used such a cruel method to forcibly penetrate her body. A superior woman should be conquered slowly, not destroyed in
one blow.

The speed of his thrusts gradually increased, and bright red virgin blood seeped out, staining her delicate lips.

Mo Zhentian's breathing became heavy, and the flames of desire burned brighter and brighter. After hundreds of high-speed thrusts, Mo
Zhentian suddenly stopped, because he was about to lose control of the urge to ejaculate. At this moment, Shui Ling was exhausted, also
panting heavily, her terrified eyes fixed on the devil wearing a bronze mask before her.

Mo Zhentian bent down and pulled out a leather belt from his undone trousers; it was a very sturdy cowhide belt, about an inch thick.

He tied the leather belt into a circle, put it around Shui Ling's neck, and then
pulled it sharply. Shui Ling gasped for breath, her mouth agape.

"What are you doing?" Shui Ling managed to squeeze out the words, her voice broken and strained.

"Let you die knowing why!" Mo Zhentian removed his bronze mask. Shui Ling nearly fainted
from . She saw it was the dead Tian Lei.

"Now you understand, right? The Tian Lei you killed was my own brother. Do you think you can still live?"
Mo Zhentian said, his voice thick with murderous intent.

Shui Ling's head throbbed. After being captured, she had prepared for torture and rape, and even considered the possibility
of being killed by the enemy. But being possibly killed and being certain of being killed were two different things. Seeing Mo Zhentian's true face, she was
utterly desperate. Death was now a tangible reality, close at hand.

Shui Ling didn't want to die. Many times at night, the thought of being plunged into endless darkness after death had
drenched .

Sometimes she hated her own cowardice in the face of death, but the more she thought about it, the more afraid she became. In Indonesia,
she had a choice when she succumbed to the threat of death; she could have chosen to submit and continue living. But today, she
didn't even have that choice.

"I've heard that people have strong sexual desires before they die. I hope you feel that way, so you can die a little more happily!"
Mo Zhentian held Shui Ling's jade-like buttocks with one hand and began to tighten the belt with the other.

"I... I don't want to die..." Shui Ling said hoarsely, her words indistinct due to suffocation.

"Whether you live or die, you no longer have a choice!" Mo Zhentian slowly tightened the noose. Because of
the pause , he needed time to reignite his lust to its peak; he couldn't let her die before that.

[To be continued]

I wonder how many people still remember Phoenix. This year is Phoenix's tenth anniversary. I will try my best to let her fly for as long as possible.

Appendix: Analysis of Main Characters in Phoenix: The Fiery Phoenix (Discussion Draft, Feedback welcome)

Leng Xue (Female, 20 years old, height 171cm, weight 45.5kg, measurements 35D, 22H
, 35W, Divine Phoenix level)

Appearance: An extremely perfect young woman.

Long hair, oval face, exquisitely sculpted features, without a single flaw.

Her 1.71-meter height gives her a tall and outstanding figure. While her 35D bust may not
compare to the voluptuous busts of some women, it is considered quite full among the many women in Phoenix. Slightly upturned, round breasts, a slender waist, high-perched
hips, long legs, and delicate feet—her body can only be described as perfect.

Temperament: Pure and holy.

Pure and holy is the most difficult temperament to describe and grasp. Some people interpret pure and holy as cold and aloof, but this
understanding is one-sided. Pure and holy is the inner reverence and longing for beautiful things. Many people compare holiness to an
unyielding glacier, or to something as cold and icy as ice. But if someone sees fire or water as a totem, then in
their senses, cold snow becomes as fiery as fire or as crystal clear as water.

When you climb a towering snow-capped mountain, a young girl guides you through a blizzard; when you trek across vast
deserts, a young girl brings you a pot of water; when you struggle in a raging sea, a young girl extends
a helping hand. At that moment, she is holiness.

Experience: To investigate Falling Phoenix Island, one of the three main bases of the Demonic Sect, and to rescue her sister Leng
Aoshuang , she risked her life to infiltrate the island. "Leng Xue was originally intended as a reward for cultivators of the Demon God Cave, but she was forcibly taken away by
Qinglong . Xia Qingyang, the winner of the Demon God Cave selection, recognized her as his childhood friend and desperately tried
to rescue her from Qinglong. However, Xia Qingyang's martial arts were far inferior to Qinglong's, and Leng Xue was raped by
Qinglong .

Qinglong wanted to keep Leng Xue by his side, but the Martial Saint of the Demonic Sect ordered her to be sent to a comfort station in Jinshui Corner.

Qinglong dared not disobey and had no choice but to send Leng Xue there.

In Jinshui Corner, Leng Xue shared a room with Fan Jianxin, a member of the Extreme Angels, and
was raped . In this hellish life, the two forged a friendship and worked together to tear apart..." The plot was orchestrated behind the scenes on Luofeng Island.

Commentary: Leng

Xue, possessing the purest of qualities, endured the most degrading ordeal. Many women in Phoenix were raped, but those
who raped them were mostly named and had some social standing. Even someone like Yan Lanyin, who only
served a few men at a time at the Silver Moon Pavilion, didn't go every day; even someone like Sheng Hongyu, who was raped by hundreds of men in Indonesia
, only suffered for a day and a night. But after being deflowered by Qinglong, Leng Xue entered the comfort stations on Luofeng Island,
providing sexual services to men day and night. "

Some people lamented Leng Xue's fate, lamenting that such a perfect woman was ruined like this
. But the author still maintains an extreme passion for her. Extreme contrast is the source of highlights, especially when
the body is branded with shame, yet her purity still possesses boundless charm."

Memory:

① To protect Xia Qingyang, she tried to get Qinglong to take her virginity sooner, though she failed.

② Qinglong, with only his penis inserted into her body, lifted her into the air—the first time Phoenix had used this
position for intercourse.

Chapter 3: Smoke and Fire, Section 5: Fog of Deception 3

"Please, please! Let me go, I, I can..." The shadow of death loomed over her like a nightmare, and
a strong will to live made Shui Ling shout out each word at the cost of burning her life, "I can do anything, anything!"

Mo Zhentian's heart stirred. Shui Ling had a special relationship with Cheng Xuanyin. If she could obey him, he
would have one more bargaining chip to deal with Cheng Xuanyin... But she had killed her brother, how could he not avenge him? Thinking of his dead brother,
Mo Zhentian's hand tightened involuntarily. Shui Ling's eyes widened from the pressure, and even her tongue protruded from her mouth.

"I swear..." Shui Ling squeezed out the last bit of air from her chest, making a final, desperate struggle to save her life
.

Mo Zhentian's hand loosened slightly. Those who achieve great things understand the principle of choice. Over the years, Cheng Xuanyin had
ruined countless of his plans, yet he had always been powerless against her. Now that he had such an opportunity, he didn't want to let personal grudges prevent him from taking it.

After hesitating for a long time, he slowly loosened the tight leather belt.

Shui Ling breathed heavily and greedily. The air in the cell was squalid, but she felt a fragrant
scent in it—the scent of life. Her beautiful eyes were already filled with tears.

"What did you say just now? I didn't hear you clearly," Mo Zhentian said.

Sometimes, a person's change requires a long time and many things, but sometimes it only takes a moment or a single
event. With one foot in the grave, the fear of death overwhelmed Shui Ling, and in that instant, she was
completely changed. "Just let me go, I'm willing to do anything! Anything!" Shui Ling didn't hesitate at all.

"What if I ask you to pledge your loyalty to me?" Mo Zhentian said.

The belt was still tight, and breathing was still difficult. After hesitating for a second, Shui Ling said, "I'm willing!" She knew that Mo
Zhentian would spare her life for only this reason. At this moment, escaping death and living was her only
belief .

The belt loosened slightly, and Mo Zhentian's expression softened a bit: "Have you thought this through? From now on, you'll obey my orders.
Your aunt, Cheng Xuanyin, is a major enemy of the Black Dragon Society. I'm sparing your life so you can deal with her."

"I understand, I will," Shui Ling said. Her mental defenses had crumbled. Perhaps her conscience wasn't completely extinguished
, but she couldn't withstand the fear of death.

"Good!" Mo Zhentian pulled his penis out of Shui Ling's body, then removed the steel needle pinning her finger
, and gave her gauze and painkillers.

"How much do you know about the Extreme Angels?" Mo Zhentian asked.

"Not much. I only knew Sheng Hongyu before; I just met the other two," Shui Ling
said while bandaging her wound.

"Do you know where Fu Xingwu is?" Mo Zhentian continued.

"She should be with my aunt," Shui Ling said.

"You're quite close to Sheng Hongyu, aren't you?" Mo Zhentian said grimly.

"Yes!" Shui Ling answered, bowing her head. Mo Zhentian picked up the walkie-talkie and ordered Sheng Hongyu to be brought in. Not
long after , Sheng Hongyu was led into a cell. She was naked, her hands and feet tightly handcuffed, her snow-white body covered in wounds,
and her long legs a bloody mess. Baihu Yinxiao's rape had torn her vagina, and then
her labia had been pierced with steel needles, leaving a gruesome sight.

Sheng Hongyu first saw Shui Ling, noticing her bleeding fingers, her breasts covered in purplish-blue scratches, and her
crimson genitals, knowing that Shui Ling had also suffered cruel humiliation and torture. Ignoring her own pain, Sheng Hongyu
knelt beside her, pressing her body against hers, and asked, "Shui Ling, are you alright?" Sheng Hongyu knew that Shui Ling must have
been captured by the Black Dragon Society while trying to save them, and her heart ached even more. If Shui Ling's hands hadn't been handcuffed behind her back,
Sheng Hongyu would have held her tightly, offering some comfort.

Shui Ling didn't answer, didn't even turn her head to look at her. After experiencing such a drastic change, her heart was numb
; Sheng Hongyu's heartfelt call only made her tremble slightly.

Shui Ling didn't respond. Sheng Hongyu, assuming she was overwhelmed with emotion, grew even more anxious, calling her name repeatedly, but Shui Ling
remained silent.

"Not bad, she's quite a beauty, what a pity!" Mo Zhentian walked slowly over, his trousers undone, his penis
still erect like a spear. Sheng Hongyu possessed exceptional beauty and figure, especially her resolute gaze, which particularly aroused a man
's desire to conquer.

"Don't touch her anymore, if you're a man, come at me!" Sheng Hongyu stepped forward, blocking Shui Ling's path.

"She doesn't need your protection, you should worry about whether you'll see the sun tomorrow!" Mo Zhentian said,
"I'll give you a chance. If you tell me everything about the Extreme Angel, I might spare your life!"

"You're dreaming!" Sheng Hongyu retorted. Anyone could see the determination and intense
anger in her eyes.

"Shui Ling, you try, see if you can persuade her!" Mo Zhentian said.

"Yes!" Shui Ling finally raised her head, "Sister Hongyu, listen to him, or you'll die!" "

What?!" Sheng Hongyu sat down in shock, turning her head in disbelief. "Shuiling,
what are you saying?"

Shuiling looked directly into her eyes and calmly said, "Sister Hongyu, I used to be like you, with my own beliefs,
believing that justice would surely triumph over evil. And I was prepared to sacrifice myself for those beliefs. But now I understand,
life is only once, and once you die, you have nothing. Why hold onto those illusory beliefs? Living is
the right choice!"

Hearing Shuiling's words, Sheng Hongyu's mouth formed an "O" shape, and after a long while, she said, "Did they give you
some kind of drug? Are you not confused? What's the point of living if a person has no beliefs?"

"Sister Hongyu, the world won't change even if you die. The people you like will only be sad, and
the people you hate won't be punished, while you yourself will be trapped in eternal darkness. I really don't want to die. I want to live to breathe,
to think, even if you think I'm living in betrayal, living in shame, I still want to live." "So, for
me, my beliefs have changed. The justice and evil of this world are irrelevant to me. I haven't lost my beliefs; my
belief is to survive!" Shui Ling said slowly.

Sheng Hongyu's expression gradually turned cold. "I know, you're afraid of death! Shui Ling, I really misjudged you!"
She paused, then continued, "Shui Ling, wake up. People don't live just to live; they have to live for the sake of living."
"If the meaning of life is merely to live, then what's the difference between us and beasts!" Even now, she still refused to believe that Shui Ling, with whom she had fought side-
by-side would completely fall into depravity.

Shui Ling's eyes dimmed; a person's beliefs are hard to change, but once changed, how could a few words from her possibly rouse them?

"No need to say more to this foolish woman; let her taste some pain!" Mo Zhentian tossed a leather whip covered in spikes
to Shui Ling.

Shui Ling, expressionless, picked up the whip and stood up, raising it to lash at Sheng Hongyu. Facing the whistling whip,
Sheng Hongyu didn't dodge; she stared wide-eyed at Shui Ling, hoping her gaze would awaken her, making her return to her former
self.

Shui Ling avoided her gaze, but her hand didn't stop; the whip struck Sheng Hongyu's naked body, leaving
streaks of bright red blood.

Mo Zhentian was satisfied with Shui Ling's performance. He watched coldly as the stubborn Sheng Hongyu slowly aroused his
desire her. He decided to rape her, although he knew that rape would never subdue this strong woman, but he still wanted
to try.

Mo Zhentian waved for Shui Ling to stop whipping her and gestured for her to drag Sheng Hongyu to the long table beside him.
Sheng Hongyu looked at Shui Ling with utter sorrow as... She placed herself on the table and, as Mo Zhentian had instructed, rinsed her
aching . The physical pain was nothing compared to the agony in her heart. She wanted to say something more, but seeing Shui Ling
's eyes, she knew it would be superfluous.

Shui Ling grabbed Sheng Hongyu's legs, spreading them wide to make it easier for Mo Zhentian's penis to penetrate
her. Soon, his penis pressed against her still-bleeding genitals, and Sheng Hongyu looked on in pain. Mo Zhentian was pleased to see
this expression and slowly inserted his penis into her vagina.

This rape was more painful than being raped and tortured by Baihu Yin Xiao, even more
painful than losing her virginity in Indonesia. The pain didn't come from the penis churning inside her vagina; it came from Shui Ling, who was gripping her legs. She had betrayed
her faith and aided and abetted evil; how could Sheng Hongyu not be heartbroken?

"Shui Ling, wake up! Don't become a devil!" " Sheng Hongyu felt as if a heavy stone was pressing on her chest. She could only vent her overwhelming sorrow and pain by screaming
loudly . With each thrust of the penis, her private parts, which had just been washed with water, were once again covered in blood. Mo Zhentian realized that the root of her pain wasn't his penis, and the pleasure of conquest immediately diminished. He picked up a sharp dagger and handed it to Shui Ling: 'Cut off her nipples!' he said coldly. 'Ah!' Shui Ling trembled, dropping the knife to the ground. Although survival was her only belief, it didn't mean she had become cruel and ruthless. She hadn't forgotten the life-and-death bond she had shared with Sheng Hongyu , their sisterly bond. Whipping her and assisting Mo Zhentian in raping her had already pushed her psychological limits; now, Mo Zhentian ordered her to cut off Sheng Hongyu's nipples, and she was truly terrified. Mo Zhentian stopped his rapidly thrusting penis and looked coldly at Shui Ling, saying, 'I don't want to repeat !' 'Yes.'" "Having just faced life and death, Mo Zhentian's image was now etched into her heart like a demon. In that instant, her conscience . Trembling, she picked up the dagger, the blade pressed against the tip of Sheng Hongyu's breast. At this moment, Shui Ling had no strength left; the pain in her fingers, pricked by the steel needle, intensified, making it almost impossible for her to hold the knife. Sheng Hongyu was heartbroken. She was prepared to sacrifice herself, but this situation was something she never expected, and something she least wanted. She stopped shouting, staring intently at Shui Ling, hoping she would have a change of heart, hoping for . The blade remained against her nipple for a long time before Mo Zhentian began thrusting his penis again. The violent impact caused Sheng Hongyu's body to move up and down, the sharp blade leaving bloody marks on her breasts, but Shui Ling still couldn't complete Mo Zhentian's command. Mo Zhentian stopped angrily, coldly saying to Shui Ling, 'I'll give you five more seconds. If you can't do it, I'll take back my promise.'" "Now we'll start counting down, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1..." "Ah—" As Mo Zhentian counted to 1, Shui Ling screamed. The dagger slashed across Sheng Hongyu 's chest, instantly severing her rosy nipples, the gushing blood staining her fair breasts. Amid Shui Ling's screams, Sheng Hongyu finally couldn't help but wail, her beautiful body convulsing . Bloodlust fueled Mo Zhentian, who thrust his penis even harder, violently raping the injured Sheng Hongyu. "Well done!" Mo Zhentian said, "Bring me that belt." Shui Ling mechanically picked up the belt that had almost killed her and handed it to Mo Zhentian. Mo Zhentian didn't take it: "You, like before, put it around her neck! Then strangle her!" Shui Ling trembled as she put the belt around Sheng Hongyu's neck, softly saying, "Sister Hongyu, just surrender, that's the only way to live!" Sheng Hongyu closed her eyes, overwhelmed with sadness, heartache, and despair. She didn't want say another word to Shui Ling. "Begin!" Mo Zhentian knew Sheng Hongyu wouldn't yield. He was doing this to strengthen Shui Ling 's memories, to reinforce his control over her, and to force her to kill her own friend, completely cutting off any possibility of reconciliation. "Let me try to persuade her a little more," Shui Ling whispered to Mo Zhentian. "No need for further words, it's useless. Hurry up, I have other things to do," Mo Zhentian said coldly. "Yes." Shui Ling gripped the belt and began to tighten it. Sheng Hongyu immediately struggled to breathe and groaned in pain. "Use all your strength!" Mo Zhentian said, "And don't turn your head away, look at her!" " Shui Ling had no intention of disobeying Mo Zhentian's orders. She saw that suffocation had turned Sheng Hongyu's face bright red, her once handsome features contorted into a grimace, almost unrecognizable to Shui Ling. Seeing her like this, Shui Ling felt heartache, but even more so, relief. If she hadn't made the right choice, then Sheng Hongyu would be herself now. As Sheng Hongyu suffocated and near death, her eyes rolled back, her tongue lolled out, and her body convulsed as if she were having an epileptic seizure . If Shui Ling had enough strength, she would die quickly, but her lack of strength prevented her from dying instantly, intensifying her suffering. As Sheng Hongyu's body convulsed, her vagina also spasmed violently, somewhat resembling a woman's orgasm, but Mo Zhentian knew this was merely an illusion. 'A dying person having an orgasm? What a lie!'" "Mo Zhentian said with some disappointment. At this moment, Sheng Hongyu lost control of her bladder, and he hurriedly pulled his penis out of her vagina. "It's really not easy to conquer such a stubborn woman," Mo Zhentian thought to himself. Under Mo Zhentian's gaze, Shui Ling exerted all her strength, and finally Sheng Hongyu stopped breathing. At the moment of death,

Her eyes, which had been tightly closed, suddenly widened, staring intently at Shui Ling. Having killed Sheng Hongyu, and seeing her
with her eyes wide open in death, Shui Ling collapsed to the ground, limp and unable to stand.

Mo Zhentian told her to rest for a moment, then led her through a small door next to the cell. Inside was a large room with a
large bed.

"Take some painkillers; it'll make you feel better," Mo Zhentian said, sitting on a sofa beside the bed. Shui Ling
took the painkillers as instructed, and the pain in her fingers indeed subsided considerably; the medicine was extremely effective.

"Tell me what you know about Cheng Xuanyin first," Mo Zhentian said.

Shui Ling then told him everything she knew. Because she hadn't officially joined Feng, she didn't possess much valuable information.

Fortunately, although she had seen Ji Xiaoyun when she assassinated Tian Lei, Ji Xiaoyun had been disguised the whole time,
so Shui Ling hadn't recognized her.

After listening to Shui Ling's account, Mo Zhentian was somewhat disappointed, but this was expected. Although she wasn't very
valuable , it didn't mean she wouldn't become a key pawn in dealing with Feng later.

After listening to her story, he told Shui Ling to wash herself. He hadn't been able to satisfy his desires after all this time, and he was feeling quite
uncomfortable. The stark contrast between Shui Ling's enormous breasts and her slender waist aroused his lust; he should
enjoy this rare gift from the Creator.

Soon, Shui Ling, as beautiful as a lotus emerging from water, stood gracefully before Mo Zhentian. She lowered her head, her pretty face showing confusion.

This night had had a huge impact on her; she had been confused and at a loss for what to do. Mo Zhentian took her
hand, and her naked body fell into his arms.

Mo Zhentian put one arm around her shoulder and touched her breast with the other. His hands were large, but her 37F breasts were
far beyond what one hand could cover; his bony fingers dug deep into her snow-white flesh,
yet her breasts were still barely concealed.

Just now, Mo Zhentian had grasped and squeezed her enormous breasts, but that was out of hatred, a venting of anger, with
little sensory stimulation of lust. Now, however, Mo Zhentian was beginning to truly savor these exceptionally beautiful breasts, one in a million.
He had expected such large breasts to maintain their perfect shape and feel firm, and that was certainly true the first time he had grasped them.
But now, holding them, they were much softer. He reasoned that her body had been tense and stiff then,
but now relaxed, the softness of her breasts had greatly increased. The smooth, elastic stimulation between his fingers filled him
with admiration.

His fingers withdrew from her breasts, his palms tracing the contours of her breasts. Even half-reclined,
the rise and fall of her high, firm breasts remained distinct and beautiful. Mo Zhentian believed that even if she lay completely flat,
her breasts would still stand tall.

What tempted Mo Zhentian most was the unfathomable cleavage between her breasts. He had never seen a woman with
such large breasts who could display such a deep cleavage without a bra. Generally,
women inevitably have their breasts spread downwards or to the sides, but Shui Ling's breasts remained tightly
pressed together, whether she was standing or lying down. Mo Zhentian slowly inserted his palms between her breasts, feeling the strong pressure from both sides.
His palms went deeper and deeper until they almost disappeared into the cleavage.

Mo Zhentian withdrew his hand from her shoulder, letting Shui Ling lean against the armrest of the sofa. Then, with his free hand, he
tried to grasp one breast from the side, attempting to encircle it with both hands. However, even with his hands spread as wide as possible, the distance between
his fingers was still quite large. Undeterred, he gripped the base of her breasts and began to close them together.
The upper part of her semi-circular breasts swelled violently like an inflated balloon. When his fingers touched, the rounded breasts
became oval, and the breast he grasped was much higher than the other breast.

Then Mo Zhentian inserted both hands into her cleavage, prying her breasts apart. He then moved his hands to
the other side, gripping the flesh of her breasts tightly. Under this force, the cleavage widened considerably, and her breasts lost their roundness.

When he released them, the breasts instantly bounced back to their original shape.

The pain of being pinched brought Shui Ling back to her senses. She let out a soft moan, not resisting, but instead pressing
her pretty face against Mo Zhentian's body, appearing extremely docile. It was hard to say whether this was a natural reaction or deliberate acting;
her soul had succumbed to the devil, and Mo Zhentian was the most powerful demon god.

Mo Zhentian sometimes gently caressed her, sometimes violently pinched her, sometimes focused on one breast,
and sometimes attacked both breasts simultaneously. Shui Ling's large breasts captivated Mo Zhentian, making him almost forget
the passage . Under his hands, her breasts changed into various shapes, each one so beautiful, so maddening

in Mo Zhentian's eyes . After thoroughly enjoying her exquisitely large breasts, Mo Zhentian gently stroked the buds at the peaks with two fingers. The soft buds slowly hardened and stiffened between his fingers, and Mo Zhentian suddenly felt a sense of pride and pleasure. He lowered his head and took one of the snow-white peaks into his mouth , sucking on it while reaching down to her private parts, skillfully teasing the woman's most sensitive area by parting her labia. The luscious nipples grew harder and harder, and her private parts slowly became moist. Mo Zhentian was somewhat surprised. A girl who had been tortured, had just lost her virginity, and had personally killed her best friend—it would be a miracle if she wasn't mentally deranged. How she have such a desire response after only a short time of teasing? " Humans are strange creatures, and so is human nature. Many Phoenix Warriors, despite enduring humiliation, still face death with a smile; it is their belief that sustains their spirit and actions. Shui Ling, on the other hand, takes survival as her belief. Her life and death are in Mo Zhentian's hands , and to realize this belief, she must please him. The power of belief is immense; it can control a person's subconscious and also stimulate their potential. Therefore, even though she doesn't have much lust in her heart, her body is changing according to Mo Zhentian's preferences. Under Mo Zhentian's caresses, Shui Ling's private parts become increasingly wet. He resists the urge to immediately enter her body, instead making Shui Ling kneel before him. In any case, her breasts are the most..." He wanted to fully and thoroughly enjoy the allure . Mo Zhentian shifted his body away from the sofa, then grabbed her shoulders, pulling Shui Ling closer . He first made her straighten up, his penis positioned below her cleavage. Shui Ling understood his intention; before Mo Zhentian could speak, her body slowly lowered, his penis disappearing into her cleavage. With his penis enveloped by her breasts, Shui Ling suddenly recalled a similar experience in Indonesia—the first time she had tasted the fear of death, planting the seeds of evil in her heart. Driven by the will to survive, the past flashed by; now she had to fight for her life.

Mo Zhentian gestured for her to move her breasts up and down while gripping his penis. Shui Ling raised her hands, pressing them
against the sides , but before she could move, he pulled her hands away. "Your breasts don't need your hands!" Mo Zhentian said.
"If you get closer, they'll grip tighter!"

Indeed, Shui Ling's breasts, pressed together, didn't need external pressure to hold his penis firmly. She leaned forward, and
the penis straightened further under the pressure of her chest. Shui Ling gripped the armrest of the sofa and began to move.
The cleavage was so deep that even when she bent over at her lowest point, only the glans was visible within the cleavage; when she straightened up
, the penis completely disappeared.

As her body rose and fell, her breasts began to bounce. In the bounce, Mo Zhentian was surprised
to find that the round shape hadn't changed much; the breasts, even in motion, remained as perfect as a work of art.

Although breast play could be done without the pressure of the breasts, the gripping force of the bouncing breasts was less. After Shui Ling
had bounced dozens of times, Mo Zhentian still had her press her breasts with both hands. With this, her breasts pressed even tighter together,
the flesh gripping his penis so tightly that Mo Zhentian almost cried out in pleasure.

Although she had no sexual experience whatsoever, guided by instinct, Shui Ling's correct grip on his penis gave Mo
Zhentian immense pleasure. Her conviction fueled her physical strength, making her persist in this extremely strenuous activity.
Soon, beads of sweat covered her body, as if coated with olive oil.

"Faster! Faster!" Mo Zhentian shouted. The enormous breasts provided him with immense sensory stimulation, allowing his
penis, nestled in her cleavage, to fully enjoy the ultimate pleasure.

Shui Ling tried to go faster, but even with her potential unleashed, she was at her limit, lacking the strength to
move up and down even faster. Unsatisfied, Mo Zhentian pried Shui Ling's hands away and used his own. Then,
he began moving his hands up and down rapidly. At first, Shui Ling tried to keep up with his rhythm, but she simply
couldn't . So, the up-and-down twisting of her body became just the up-and-down twisting of her breasts, and
the frequency appearing and disappearing from her cleavage increased several times over. Under the intense pressure, her breasts deformed and stretched forward. Eventually, Mo Zhentian even
grabbed both breasts, clasping them together in his palms, the stretched breasts almost reaching the depth of his penis.

This went on for about two or three minutes before Mo Zhentian stopped. Not because he wanted to stop, but because he was about
to ejaculate. He took a deep breath, controlling the urge to ejaculate. He pushed his penis out of her cleavage,
the glans resting on Shui Ling's chin.

"Swallow it!" Mo Zhentian said.

Shui Ling recovered from the intense pain, lowered her head, and took his penis into her mouth. She had no experience with oral sex; she
just held it there, not knowing what to do.

Mo Zhentian, still controlling his lust, didn't bother to instruct her; teaching a girl with no sexual experience
oral sex would take a lot of talking. He pulled his penis out of her mouth, then lifted her breasts by the base,
the snow-white peaks passing over her collarbone and near her chin.

"Lick your own nipples!" Mo Zhentian said.

Shui Ling obediently lowered her head, easily taking one of her large nipples into her mouth and gently sucking. Such
a seductive sight was rare; although many women could suckle their own nipples, Shui Ling's
appearance was the most enchanting scene Mo Zhentian had ever witnessed. Shui Ling alternately sucked on both nipples, and when his penis emerged from
her cleavage again, she would take the glans into her mouth. Mo Zhentian was aroused beyond control.

The foreplay was nearly complete. Mo Zhentian lifted Shui Ling, letting her sit on his lap, and continued to caress
her private parts. Shui Ling moaned ecstatically, her pink petals glistening with dewdrops, her snow-white body writhing like a water snake
, completely the image of a young girl bursting with spring passion. Unable to resist such a strong temptation, Mo Zhentian lifted her
slender waist , his thick, erect penis aimed directly at her flowing, lubricated vulva.

Shui Ling embraced Mo Zhentian's head and neck, her exceptionally large breasts pressed against his face, her high, rounded
buttocks pressing down to allow his erect penis to enter her body. Although she appeared aroused, she
lacked sexual experience, and her newly deflowered vagina was still very narrow, making it difficult for her to
insert .

Mo Zhentian's glans rubbed against her labia, making him extremely itchy. He simply sat still, enjoying the stimulation before
invading the beautiful woman's body.

"I want...give it to me..." Shui Ling murmured. The will to survive reignited her desire, burning ever
brighter.

After many attempts, finally, his penis found its way, and the huge glans slid into her body. Shui Ling's cries
became even more lewd as she twisted her hips, slowly swallowing the penis. Waves of intense
pleasure surged through her body, forcing Mo Zhentian to concentrate and avoid ejaculating immediately.

With the massive penis inside, Shui Ling didn't stop, but instead began to writhe wildly. Her movements weren't particularly skillful,
but her passion drove Mo Zhentian to a frenzy. After a few moments, Mo Zhentian let out a low growl, his hands gripping Shui Ling's
large breasts tightly, kneading them like dough, constantly changing their shape.

Mo Zhentian was incredibly strong; such forceful manipulation should have been painful, but Shui Ling seemed oblivious.
Her lust burned even more fiercely, her serpentine white body writhing more intensely, and her vaginal fluids flowing even
more freely.

Mo Zhentian had seen countless women; Shui Ling's erotic reactions were genuine. Although he didn't understand... What ignited
such intense desire within her? He knew this union would be an unforgettable, unforgettable experience.

Mo Zhentian roared, lifting her by the waist and carrying her to the bed. Shui Ling was firmly pinned to the bed; the storm of
passion had only just begun. His penis, like a high-speed pile driver, pierced the
deepest parts of her body with each thrust. Each impact not only caused Shui Ling's large breasts to shake violently, but also shook the sturdy bed.

Shui Ling screamed, clutching her breasts and kneading them vigorously. After a moment, her body
jerked, her legs clamping tightly around Mo Zhentian's waist, her arches taut.

Mo Zhentian saw her nipples swell, her areolas turning a vibrant red, and her vagina
spasming violently, gripping his penis tightly. "This girl's coming!" "Mo Zhentian thought to himself.

Shui Ling's climax came so violently that Mo Zhentian initially wanted to control himself and enjoy the pleasure a little longer
. But he soon lost control, and his volcanic eruption also occurred at the same time. The two let out beast-like growls,
their black and white bodies tightly intertwined and colliding, their breathtaking erotic struggle reaching its peak.

After an unknown amount of time, everything returned to calm. Although his lust had been vented, Mo Zhentian still felt a strong pleasure emanating from his penis inside
her . He didn't continue to enjoy this pleasure, but resolutely pulled it
out, sat back on the sofa beside him, and slowly regulated his breathing.

Mo Zhentian realized that the extreme pleasure he had just experienced could easily lead to infatuation with her, and he had to control this feeling.
Shui Ling was an important pawn in dealing with Cheng Xuanyin. A person who does great things cannot excessively indulge in carnal pleasures.

Shui Ling was also exhausted. Her hair was disheveled, and her still round breasts were covered with purplish-blue
finger marks. Her body was covered with dense, glistening beads of sweat.

Mo Zhentian beckoned to her, signaling her to come over. Shui Ling struggled to sit up, got off the bed, walked to
Mo Zhentian, then knelt down, opened her mouth and took his still-erect penis into her mouth, sucking away the remaining
semen.

Shui Ling's submissive demeanor, like that of a female slave, surprised Mo Zhentian. While enjoying the pleasure of sucking his penis, he
said, "That's right! Submitting to me will only benefit you. The Phoenix and the Extreme Angels will soon perish; your
choice is correct!"

Shui Ling didn't reply. For her, the future was no longer important. Seizing the present and seeing tomorrow's
sun was what she needed to do now.

Mo Zhentian leaned down and lifted her chin, slowly saying, "Although I, Mo Zhentian, am not a good person, I am
a man of my word. After dealing with Cheng Xuanyin, I will arrange for you to leave this place, to go somewhere no one knows
, and to live the life you want again. But if you dare to betray me, I will kill you even if you go to the ends of the earth!
Even if you hide, don't forget, you also killed members of the Extreme Angels; they won't let you go!"

Although Shui Ling was extremely submissive, and although Mo Zhentian had completely cut off her escape route by having her kill members of the Extreme Angels,
things might change if she returned to Cheng Xuanyin's side. So he gave her hope and threatened her again.

"I will not betray you! I swear," Shui Ling immediately said.

"Alright!" Mo Zhentian pondered for a moment and said, "From this moment on, you will obey my orders directly. For your safety,
only I in the Black Dragon Society know about this. I will personally tell you what I need you to do. If there are any special circumstances,
especially those related to Feng, you can also tell me directly." With that, Mo Zhentian gave Shui Ling a phone number to
remember. Recently, news of the Black Dragon Society had been leaked repeatedly, and Mo Zhentian believed there must be a traitor within the society.

"After you leave here, you will be imprisoned with Yan Lanyin and the others. I will reveal your
location at the appropriate time, and Cheng Xuanyin will definitely come to rescue you." Mo Zhentian paused here and continued, "During your
imprisonment, other men will rape you. Of course, the acting needs to be realistic." Unconsciously,
Mo Zhentian's tone carried a hint of regret.

Shui Ling's expression changed. What girl would willingly be raped by a man? Mo Zhentian was a god-like being;
Shui Ling could accept being raped by him, but being raped by other men whose identities she didn't yet know still terrified her.

"Is there a problem?" Mo Zhentian noticed Shui Ling's hesitation and asked.

"No problem!" Shui Ling immediately replied.

"Good! Perform well, and the sooner you are reborn, the faster you will be reborn." Mo Zhentian stood up. He was also afraid that
he might be tempted and make her his own woman, thus losing her value.

After Mo Zhentian left, Shui Ling knew she was safe for the time being. She let out a long breath and collapsed to the ground.

Chapter 3 War and Smoke Section 5 Fog 4

Leng Xue woke up groggily from her dream, slowly propping herself up in bed, feeling sore and aching all over.
After the wild Christmas sex party, she returned to Jinshui Corner, living a life of being raped day after day.

She had been there for more than twenty days, receiving an average of about ten men a day, and had been violated by
more than two hundred men. Each time she was violated, the mark of shame deepened, making her feel increasingly
filthy . Young girls in their prime all love beauty, and as a Phoenix Warrior, she was no exception. Before, after bathing,
seeing her shapely, beautiful body in the mirror filled her with confidence and pride. Now, that
confidence .

This was merely Leng Xue's inner feeling; over twenty days of frequent sexual intercourse hadn't caused her flower-like body
to wither . In the past, she was like a budding flower, her small nipples a pale pink, her areolas an even paler pink,
her thin labia a similar pale pink. Her body was like a green peach, beautiful, but lacking a certain vibrancy,
a certain allure. After hundreds of sexual encounters, the bud blossomed. The pale pink began to brighten,
her nipples grew larger, her labia thicker, yet she became even more beautiful. When the breathtakingly beautiful flower fully bloomed,
even the sun paled in comparison.

A young girl, from her naivety to maturity, is beautiful at every stage, each carrying a different kind of charm.
The process was originally slow, but excessive sexual intercourse accelerated it. At this moment, Leng Xue was still extremely beautiful,
or more feminine and alluring than before. However, if this kind of life continued, perhaps in a few months,
the blooming flower would wither, her nipples would gradually darken, eventually becoming blackish-brown; her breasts would
lose elasticity, begin to deform and sag, until they lost their beauty; her labia would become increasingly thick, and her vagina would become increasingly
loose… Every time she thought about the future, seeing the walking corpses of women in the neighboring houses, Leng Xue felt a bone-chilling
cold .

Today was a special day; Leng Xue had to make a choice. She had one chance each month to restore
her martial arts . Last month, she trained at the Paradise of Ultimate Bliss, but because she knew nothing about Falling Phoenix Island, she gave up this opportunity.
Today, she felt the time was right. Restoring her martial arts would increase her abilities, but also increase the danger. When facing a master of
Qinglong caliber, as soon as she circulated her true energy, the opponent could sense it from her aura and discover that she knew ancient
martial arts.

Leng Xue glanced at Fan Jianxin beside her; she was still fast asleep. They were extremely popular, and many who
couldn't get a turn secretly bribed Uncle Hai, so they often worked overtime, only resting at 5 AM yesterday.

Over the past twenty-odd days, through their clever and tireless efforts, they had basically figured out the location and
basic . Fan Jianxin told Leng Xue about the plan: as long as they cut off the power to the control center, they would have
a chance to be rescued. Fan Jianxin's plan coincided with Leng Xue's; if "Phoenix" knew the exact location of Luofeng Island, they would have
an opportunity to attack one of the three major bases of the Demonic Sect.

The control room was about three kilometers from Jinshui Cape. Because "Phoenix" hadn't yet grasped the exact location of Luofeng Island, the island...
The internal defenses were rather lax. Fan Jianxin couldn't tolerate this kind of life and planned to take action in the next few days. Leng Xue offered
to go with her, but Fan Jianxin refused. Leng Xue understood; it was difficult for someone without rigorous training
to get close to the control room.

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