Phoenix in Flames Chapter 4

Mo Zhentian knew, of course, that willpower could control desire, but such complete control was
unheard of. At this moment, he had no time to ponder how she did it; he had to control his own desires first
, or he would soon be utterly defeated and ejaculate prematurely.
Fu Xingwu, now consumed by lust, was no longer moving mechanically. Driven by instinct
, she sometimes straightened her body, rapidly swaying her snowy buttocks back and forth, using the tender walls of her vagina to powerfully stimulate his penis
; at other times, she lowered herself, sticking out her buttocks and drawing circles around his penis. Soon,
glistening love fluid flowed from her vagina, not only soaking his entire penis but also wetting the sparse, uneven patches of
skin on their pubic hair, like morning dew.
Suddenly, Mo Zhentian's expression changed, his hands involuntarily gripping the armrests of the recliner tightly, his vagina, which was tightly gripping his penis,
suddenly spasmed violently. "Damn, she's about to climax so quickly, who is she anyway!" Mo Zhentian
thought to himself. He knew perfectly well that the sensory stimulation brought by the girl's climax was
immense. Although he was confident in his self-control, he dared not be careless.
Fu Xingwu's cheeks were flushed, her lips parted slightly, and her melodious moans, thick with nasal tones, were like the beautiful music played on a violin
, making one's blood boil. The moans grew louder and louder, and Fu Xingwu suddenly hooked her legs up, her insteps pressing against
Mo Zhentian's knees, and frantically twisted her snow-white buttocks. Amidst the dense and crisp "slapping" sounds, Mo
Zhentian's thick eyebrows furrowed, his features contorted, as if he were being tortured, and the veins on his hands gripping the back of the chair bulged.
The soft whimpers turned into short and high-pitched screams. Fu Xingwu reached the peak of desire. Her lowered
body suddenly arched back, she grabbed her insteps, and her hips thrust upwards violently. Instantly, the pressure of her flower-like opening on his penis
reached its limit. Mo Zhentian couldn't help but hiss and
gasp for breath. Although he sat motionless, sweat beaded on his forehead and body, just like hers.
After an unknown amount of time, Fu Xingwu, having released her volcanic-like desire, regained her senses. Although
she knew almost nothing about sex, she realized she hadn't achieved her goal. Humiliation, disappointment, exhaustion, emptiness,
worry, and other negative emotions gnawed at her heart like poisonous insects. Just as she was about to collapse, barely able to sit
still, she heard Yan Lanyin and her sister's desperate cries. She told herself she couldn't rest
, couldn't stop, otherwise all her previous efforts would be in vain.
Fu Xingwu tried to return to her previous state, but after closing her eyes and contemplating for a long time, she could no longer find that feeling
. "What's wrong? Asleep?" Mo Zhentian's teasing voice rang in her ears, further unsettling her.
She knew perfectly well that without reaching this state, she wouldn't be able to achieve
her goal with her remaining strength.
Finally, Fu Xingwu slowly opened her clear, watery eyes. She didn't look at the man before her, but instead gazed
at the starry night sky. In that instant, Mo Zhentian suddenly had a strange feeling, as if she was no longer under his
control. This feeling was strange; even though his penis was still deeply embedded in her body, even though they were connected
, it didn't seem like before, where he could clearly feel any subtle changes in her body. At
this moment, perhaps her body still belonged to him, but her soul had broken free from his control,
soaring freely in the night sky.
Fu Xingwu placed her hands on her navel, her right hand on top of her left, the tips of her thumbs touching, forming a mudra.
Mo Zhentian, being knowledgeable, knew that what she was forming was called the "Meditation Mudra," meaning inner peace. Just as he was wondering, he suddenly heard
her lips part slightly, and a melodious "Ah—" like the sound of a morning bell or evening drum resounded in the night sky. Mo Zhentian was
shaken to his core, feeling the powerful impact of this heavenly chant. The
chant that Fu Xingwu was chanting was indeed Sanskrit. Although there are hundreds of Sanskrit chants, there are five basic ones:
"Ah," "Ee," "Li," "Du," and "Chi." Each syllable represents a state of being.
"Ah" means all phenomena are empty, "Ee" means all phenomena are mind, "Li" means all phenomena are a mirror, "Du" means all
phenomena are awake, and "Chi" means all phenomena are clear.
In the clear and continuous Sanskrit chant, Fu Xingwu's slender hands formed various hand seals like lotus flowers. Mo Zhentian had seen some of them
before, but many more were unfamiliar to him. For a long time, the utterly shocked Mo Zhentian remained in a daze. He
knew she was exhausted after her climax,
unable to rekindle the flames of desire, let alone continue the mechanical physical movements. He was grateful he had survived, and imagined how she might
accomplish this impossible task.
Mo Zhentian considered many possibilities, even wondering if she would use her cute little mouth to serve him, but
he never expected her to suddenly chant Buddhist chants and form mudras. What was she doing? Why was she
doing this? Mo Zhentian felt his mind was blank.
In his daze, Mo Zhentian suddenly felt a sense of peace, as if in that instant,
he was the only person in the world, all his troubles and suffering had left him. In all these decades, he had never felt so
calm. At this moment, victory and defeat, honor and disgrace, the desire for power all seemed insignificant. He wished to possess this
peace and tranquility forever.
After an unknown amount of time, the lingering "Ah" sound still echoed. Fu Xingwu's lips curled slightly upward, and a
mysterious, ethereal "Ee—" sound, like the murmur of a forest or a spring, rang out. The "Ah" represents the emptiness of all phenomena.
In Buddhism, emptiness doesn't mean nothingness, but rather letting go of the mental barriers created by subjective consciousness, seeking
absolute inner peace and tranquility. The "Ee" represents the mind as the source of all phenomena. When one lets go of all attachments and worries, the mind
's power expands infinitely, breaking through human limits and achieving things normally impossible.
As the "Ee" sound gradually rose in pitch, like clouds rising and snow falling, the tranquility in Mo Zhentian's heart
rippled like a large stone thrown into a lake. He felt the soft vaginal walls enveloping his penis burning as
if on fire, a magma-like heat flowing down his shaft into his dantian, then to his limbs and bones. In an instant, the suppressed desire within him
surged like a raging tide.
All dharma originates from the mind; at this moment, Fu Xingwu's thoughts were focused on igniting her desire to save the Yan Lanyin sisters from their suffering.
She succeeded; though her hands were in Buddhist mudras and her lips were chanting Sanskrit, her body was filled with overwhelming carnal desire.
This also made Mo Zhentian lose control.
"Damn it, what the hell?" In just a short moment, Fu Xingwu hadn't moved much, yet Mo Zhentian felt
an urge to ejaculate. While he was still bewildered, Fu Xingwu, straddling him, began to move her arms, her naked body
swaying slowly. This wasn't the initial mechanical act of intercourse, nor was it the instinctive behavior driven by desire;
it was an extremely mysterious dance. In that instant, the feeling of his soul separating from his body intensified
.
In Mo Zhentian's eyes, she seemed to be two people: one filled with lust, connected to him as a whole
, completely belonging to him, fulfilling all his fantasies and needs; while the other danced in the night sky
like a sprite, seemingly within reach yet also very distant, performing
a dance of unimaginable beauty.
This unprecedented sensory stimulation nearly drove Mo Zhentian to the brink of collapse. In the instant before he lost control, he suddenly
grabbed his thigh and twisted it violently. The intense pain brought him back to his senses somewhat. But he couldn't hold on
for even a minute; he couldn't resist the tsunami of desire. Gritting his teeth, he straightened up, wrapped his arms around
her slender waist, and clasped his fingers tightly around her smooth, round buttocks. Under his iron-like grip, Fu Xingwu
's hips were as if welded shut, unable to move an inch.
Mo Zhentian breathed heavily, controlling her body, shifting from passive to active.
The feeling of complete dominance and superiority temporarily suppressed the raging desire within him. But before he could recover, Fu Xingwu
placed her hands back in front of her chest, her right fist clenched, her left index finger pressed against her palm, forming a mudra of wisdom, while simultaneously chanting a
"li" sound. "Li" represents all dharma as a mirror. When all dharma is empty, one attains inner peace. When all dharma
is the mind, breaking through limits, one needs to use oneself as a mirror to recognize oneself, only then can one
get closer to the realm of oneness with heaven and man, and clarity of mind.
The heavenly chanting suddenly stopped without warning, followed by a soul-stirring moan.
At the peak of desire, she could no longer see herself clearly in the mirror of her heart; the most primal human instincts made her lose herself in
the dark tide of lust. In an instant, Mo Zhentian's tiger eyes widened. As the intensely hot jade orifice convulsed violently, he
knew he could not possibly endure it. His male aggression drove him mad. He roared, his strong
body suddenly standing up, carrying her and rushing several steps until her back slammed heavily against the balcony wall. A giant hand forged of steel clamped down on her thighs, her long, straight jade legs spreading 　　out
like swan wings .
Under the relentless onslaught, amidst the beast-like roars and the dull thuds of flesh colliding,
Mo Zhentian's engorged member, seemingly about to explode, began to ejaculate wildly.
After an unknown amount of time, the violent onslaught ceased, and Fu Xingwu, still pinned to the wall,
had regained her senses long before he did. "You can have your men stop now," she
said, looking at the man who seemed still lost in lust.
"Understood," Mo Zhentian finally came to his senses. Without a word, he carried her back to the room, chaining
her ankles. Although her inner energy was suppressed, he couldn't leave her alone without restraint.
A short while later, Mo Zhentian returned, followed by a naked Yan Lanyin. Her face was filled with terror, her expression
dazed, her naked body covered in scratches and bruises, her lower body a complete mess.
"Sister Lanyin! Are you alright?" Fu Xingwu asked with concern.
"It's you!" Yan Lanyin's beautiful eyes brightened, then dimmed again. She lowered her head and said, "You
were captured by them too?"
Fu Xingwu's feet were shackled with chains, but the chains were long enough to allow some movement. She walked over and took
Yan Lanyin's hand, saying, "Don't be afraid, I'm here." She was shorter than Yan Lanyin and much younger,
standing next to her like a little sister, but she gave the impression of being her support.
"Please save my husband, save my sister! They're innocent! Tell them, if you want to kill someone, kill me!
Let them go, let them go!" Yan Lanyin clung tightly to her arm, like a drowning person grasping at a straw.
"Don't worry, I will, I will," Fu Xingwu could only comfort her.
"Please, promise me, save them, save them! I'll kneel down for you!" In desperation, Yan Lanyin
knelt down with a thud. Yan Lanyin wasn't unaware of Fu Xingwu's predicament, but she was, after all
, a member of the mysterious organization called "Phoenix," a powerful organization that had wiped out the formidable Black Dragon Society in the blink of an eye.
Perhaps she could find a way to save her husband and sister.
Fu Xingwu quickly reached out to pull her up, but without her inner strength, she was no match for Yan Lanyin. "Get up, get up quickly,
let's think of something together." She bent down, but Yan Lanyin refused to get up. "Get up first, I will definitely
save them." In desperation, she could only say this, but could she really save them? She was filled with anxiety and unease.
Mo Zhentian sat on the sofa, watching this scene with a secret smile. This Yan Lanyin was grasping at straws in her desperation,
ignoring the main character sitting there like air, yet she went to beg this little girl, Fu Xingwu. Would it be of any use? However,
watching two naked beauties pulling and tugging at each other was quite amusing.
It took a lot of effort to pull Yan Lanyin up. Looking at her tear-streaked face, Fu Xingwu didn't know
what to say for a moment. Mo Zhentian occupied the sofa, and she pulled Yan Lanyin to sit on the bed. Stealing a glance at Mo
Zhentian opposite her, she saw a mocking smile on his lips, watching them with keen interest, as if watching a play.
Yan Lanyin never dared to look directly at Mo Zhentian. Not long after entering the Silver Moon Pavilion, Li Quan had summoned her
and solemnly told her that the boss was coming that day, and if she didn't serve him well, she would be severely
punished; if the boss was satisfied, she could go home early that night.
Although she had heard of Mo Zhentian's name before, this was the first time Yan Lanyin had seen him in person. In the
luxurious and spacious room of the Silver Moon Pavilion, she exposed her beautiful body to him, obediently pleasing him.
Unlike many of the perverted customers in the Silver Moon Pavilion, he didn't use much violence during the entire sexual encounter, but he possessed an
imperial aura that made her tremble with fear and trepidation.
Afterwards, Mo Zhentian came to see her five more times, and each time, Yan Lanyin experienced multiple orgasms. She went from initially…
She was initially afraid and cautious, but gradually relaxed in his presence, eventually even anticipating his visits. This wasn't
because she had any affection for Mo Zhentian; she felt only hatred for the devil who had violated her. But the fact that she could always get home early whenever Mo Zhentian came to see
her was what she desired most.
Yan Lanyin, clutching Fu Xingwu, sobbed, "Zhengwei only woke up a few days ago, he's still very weak.
They hung him up, he almost died. It's my fault, it's all my fault. And my sister, my sister
..." She suddenly cried out, "My sister is still down there! When I left, they... they were still
... still... forcing... still being..." Yan Lanyin sobbed uncontrollably, "Xingwu, Xingwu, please
talk to them, tell them not... not to touch my sister. They want... want women, I'll do it, I'll do anything they ask
. My sister has been... they've made her sick. Xingwu, please beg them for me, tell them to
let my sister go."
"Don't worry, don't worry, I'll find a way," Fu Xingwu comforted her, but Yan Lanyin was still crying so hard she could barely breathe
. Seeing her like this, Fu Xingwu felt as if her heart was being pierced by needles. She reached out and hugged her, and Yan Lanyin,
like a child, buried her head in her chest and cried incessantly. She had to do something for her, right? Fu Xingwu turned
to Mo Zhentian and said, "Could you bring her sister here too?"
"Now you remember me?" Mo Zhentian smiled and spread his hands. "I'm sorry, no."
"You're not their boss, why not?" Fu Xingwu said.
Mo Zhentian crossed his legs and leaned back on the sofa. "First, while many of the people on this ship are my men
, some aren't. They call me 'boss' out of respect; they might not listen to me. Second
, there are only three women on the ship, and two are here. You know those guys just got out of prison; they
haven't been with a woman in years. If I bring her here, it's like snatching food from a tiger's mouth. I don't want to become everyone's
enemy." Mo Zhentian's words weren't untrue. Many people were angry but dared not speak out after Yan Lanyin was taken away; if he were
to snatch her sister from them again, there might really be a rebellion.
Fu Xingwu thought for a moment and said, "Then I'll go and exchange for her sister, is that alright?" Yan Lanyin, who was on top of her,
straightened up anxiously upon hearing this and said, "No need for you to go, I'll go, I'll exchange for Feixue."
Mo Zhentian smiled slightly and said, "That won't do." He had finally met a woman who moved him,
how could he share her with someone else?
"Why? Why not?" Fu Xingwu pressed.
Mo Zhentian was momentarily speechless, then thought for a moment and smiled, "We were just discussing whether to find a place
to live in seclusion together in the future, how could I let another man touch you?"
"You—." Hearing such a shameless explanation, Fu Xingwu was speechless with anger but didn't know what to say.
"Exchange me for Feixue, please, let me go and replace her, she's sick, she can't do that kind of thing, please."
Yan Lanyin pleaded with Mo Zhentian.
"That won't do either." Mo Zhentian refused again.
"Why?" Yan Lanyin asked.
"This—" Mo Zhentian's mind raced and he came up with a reason, saying, "Why did I bring you here? Of course,
it's to have some fun. You've never had any fun, how can I use you to exchange for your sister?"
Upon hearing this, Yan Lanyin immediately said, "Okay, sure, whatever you want me to do, just tell me, and I'll
do it. Can we start now…" As she spoke, Yan Lanyin jumped up, rushed in front of Mo Zhentian,
paused for a moment, squatted down, and reached her hands between his legs.
"Are you sick?!" Mo Zhentian kicked her to the ground, saying, "Look at yourself! You're disheveled and filthy
. Even a beggar is cleaner than you. How can you possibly please me?"
Yan Lanyin stood up, flustered, and said, "Yes, that's right..." She looked around and murmured,
"Is there a place to shower here? Are there any cosmetics? I'll definitely dress up beautifully. Chairman Mo, you
know I'm very nice. I'll definitely make you feel good, right? Trust me, trust me, okay?"
"Chairman Mo? I'm not a chairman anymore." This title stung Mo Zhentian. He sneered
, "When I used to fuck you, I don't think you called me that."
Yan Lanyin was stunned. Back at the Silver Moon Pavilion, every time a customer raped her, she had to
shout "Husband, husband!" like a prostitute. At this moment, her heart ached. She had thought she could walk proudly in the sunlight
, but now darkness had enveloped her again. "It was my fault, it was my fault." Yan Lanyin murmured through tears
, "Mo...no, husband...husband, I will definitely make you feel good, believe me, husband!
Believe me!" Just like the first time she called out "husband" under a client, she said the word "husband" three times before finally
squeezing out the "husband" that was swirling in her throat.
"Mo Zhentian!" Fu Xingwu couldn't bear to watch any longer and said sternly. She dragged Yan Lanyin back to the edge of the bed.
"What, you scared me!" Mo Zhentian was startled. He had never seen her angry before. Even
when she was deflowered, she was extremely angry but held back her rage.
"Mo Zhentian, you're supposed to be someone important. How can you treat a weak woman like this? Don't make me look down on you!"
Fu Xingwu said sternly.
Mo Zhentian chuckled, a hint of roguishness in his voice. "Tell me," he said, "which of my words was a joke?" Mo Zhentian was
an orphan, his life a life of wandering and destitution. From a young age, he was a rogue, possessing a strong sense of roguishness. Later, he joined
the Demonic Sect, and only after mastering his martial arts did he become more composed. But now, without ambition or purpose, that childhood
roguishness had returned. And for some reason, talking to Fu Xingwu, who could be his daughter, always
made him want to tease her. Her angry and anxious demeanor reminded him of his younger self; he too had used this same
roguish charm to win over that rich girl. Fu Xingwu's face flushed red. He clearly hadn't said anything serious
, but she wanted to retort yet didn't know how.
Seeing Fu Xingwu clench her fists in exasperation, Mo Zhentian laughed and said, "Fine, I give up, I'm not
joking anymore. Bringing her sister here is impossible, and exchanging you or her won't work either. But I
can have Ding Fei keep an eye on her; at least I can guarantee she won't get killed."
The two sitting on the edge of the bed looked at each other, unsure what to do. After a long while...
Yan Lanyin turned to Mo Zhentian again and said, "Husband...please..." Before she could finish speaking, Mo Zhentian's face darkened, and
he said, "I don't want to say it a second time, otherwise I wouldn't bother talking to Ding Fei. He deserves to be killed." He had been
acting like a rogue just now, but when he put on a stern face, he was still extremely imposing.
Yan Lanyin was already terrified of him, and now, intimidated by his aura, she stammered and couldn't speak. "You
should talk to your men first," Fu Xingwu said, believing that there was always hope for survival.
Mo Zhentian took the walkie-talkie and told Ding Fei to keep an eye on things and not kill the woman. Ding Fei thought his boss wanted to take over all the women
, so he said on the walkie-talkie that the woman was not the same as before. She was stupid and dull, and had gained a lot of weight. She wasn't as pretty as before
, but she seemed to be infatuated with men, and would easily reach orgasm. Before Ding Fei could finish speaking, Mo Zhentian pressed
the end button. He put the walkie-talkie aside and said, "Alright, you can rest assured now."
"What exactly do you want for me to let them go?" Fu Xingwu asked.
"On the vast ocean, how can I let them go?" Facing Fu Xingwu, the dark cloud on Mo Zhentian's face dissipated
, and a mocking smile appeared on his lips.
"They'll have to reach the shore eventually, right? Can you release them when we reach the shore?" Fu Xingwu asked.
"Impossible. She killed Li Quan. He's been with me for over ten years. This revenge must be taken," Mo Zhentian said.
Fu Xingwu had only been away from Feng's training camp for a little over a year. Compared to a seasoned veteran like Mo Zhentian
, whose experience spanned decades, she was far inferior. However, she was incredibly intelligent, and her intuition told her that Mo Zhentian's tone
wasn't as resolute as before; there seemed to be room for negotiation. But what could possibly move him to
release Yan Lanyin's family? After thinking for a long time, Fu Xingwu couldn't think of any bargaining chips she had. Aside from what he had just said—
"accept his love for her"—that seemed too absurd. Putting aside whether it was true or false, and the
age and social gap between them, she couldn't accept the man who had raped her; she'd rather die than do it. But
what else could she offer as a bargaining chip? It seemed there really was nothing.
"Don't overthink it. If you behave, I can let them die quickly and suffer less."
Seeing Fu Xingwu furrowing her delicate, willow-leaf-like eyebrows in deep thought, Mo Zhentian
found himself intrigued by the expression on this ethereal girl's face, as clear as a star in the night sky.
Fu Xingwu remained silent, while Yan Lanyin beside her trembled uncontrollably, like a leaf. After a long
silence, Fu Xingwu raised her head and looked at Mo Tiandao solemnly, saying, "As long as you release Yan Lanyin, as long as you leave
the Demonic Sect and stop doing evil, I will always follow you, never leaving your side." In the past, there were indeed members of the Demonic Sect
who left because they fell in love with Phoenix Warriors. Some developed mutual respect and affection during battles, while others, though not liking
their partners, were willing to sacrifice themselves to bring them back to the right path.
Hearing this, Mo Zhentian's body trembled, and he was speechless for a moment. He had to admit, Fu Xingwu's
suggestion was quite tempting. Perhaps in the near future, he would truly lose
all interest in such fighting and killing, or he might really leave the organization and find a place where no one knew him to quietly await
the arrival of that supposedly real apocalypse. If he had such a woman by his side—both as genuine and lovely as a daughter and as
captivating as a lover—his final days would surely be much happier.
Seeing Mo Zhentian's thoughtful expression and apparent interest, Fu Xingwu gritted her teeth and continued, "Are you worried that
I or Feng might go back on our word and break our promise? You should know about Ghost God Lin Xiong, right? His
position in the Demonic Sect isn't lower than yours, is it? Five years ago, he suddenly left the Demonic Sect. Do you know why? He fell in love with
the Phoenix Warrior he captured, and was moved by her, abandoning darkness for light. If you don't believe me, I'll introduce you to them later
."
Mo Zhentian knew Ghost God Lin Xiong; he was younger than him, but his martial arts were no less than his, and he was highly
regarded by the sect's higher-ups. He also knew about Lin Xiong's defection. When he first heard the news, he scoffed, thinking Lin Xiong had lost his mind
. But five years later, he was actually considering this very question. Was it a cruel twist of fate? Or a colossal
joke?
Seeing Mo Zhentian remain silent with a complicated expression, Fu Xingwu, unsure of his thoughts, continued,
"Are you afraid the Demonic Sect will retaliate? Don't worry, the Demonic Sect's influence in China isn't that great. You'll be
safe." To be honest, Mo Zhentian hadn't really considered the consequences of betraying the sect. Although he was currently depressed
, he was still a powerful figure, and he figured that anyone from the sect who wanted to cause him trouble would have to pay a considerable price.
"Say something, will you agree or not?" Fu Xingwu couldn't help but say during their silent exchange of glances. Beside her,
Yan Lanyin's expression was equally complicated. She wanted to save her husband and sister, but Fu Xingwu's
sacrifice was too great. She was probably about the same age as Feixue, her face still showing a childlike innocence, making her appear
even younger than Feixue.
"How is Lin Xiong doing now? Has he regretted his decision? Is he happy?" Mo Zhentian
finally asked.
Fu Xingwu was taken aback and said, "I haven't seen him." Seeing that Mo Zhentian remained silent, she continued, "
Being with someone you like, I think he must be happy, right?"
Hearing this, a look of confusion appeared in Mo Zhentian's eyes, and he said, "I like you?" Although he was asking Fu Xingwu
, he was actually asking himself.
Fu Xingwu's pretty face flushed inexplicably; she didn't have a definite answer to this question either. "Liking" is a broad
concept. Was his constant, lustful debauchery of her, day and night, worthy of being called "liking"? It didn't seem so. Although she had never been in love, her woman's intuition told her that Mo Zhentian 　　seemed to have something more
to him than just naked lust . 　　"You'll have to ask yourself that," Fu Xingwu said. 　　"The problem is, I don't know either," Mo Zhentian thought with a wry smile. Since there was no answer, 　　he decided to stop thinking about it for now and changed the subject, asking, "That Phoenix Warrior who was with Lin Xiong, did she regret it? How is she doing 　　?" 　　"She didn't regret it." After saying this, Fu Xingwu suddenly froze, unable to continue. 　　Fu Xingwu knew the Phoenix Warrior who was with Lin Xiong; the two had a good relationship during training camp. When Lin Xiong left the Demonic Sect...

Yan Ming, though no longer evil, also didn't want to participate in the war between the Demonic Sect and the Phoenix Warrior. So for the past five years, he and the
Phoenix Warrior had lived a peaceful life on the outskirts of Beijing.
After leaving the Tibet training camp, Fu Xingwu stayed in Beijing for a while, and the two met a few times. Although they
laughed and talked, Fu Xingwu sensed that she wasn't happy; the melancholy between her brows was so deep it couldn't be dispelled. Before
she left Beijing, the two had tea together. Hearing that Fu Xingwu was about to go to Hong Kong on a mission, her eyes
were filled with boundless longing and intense disappointment. Fu Xingwu could understand her; the Phoenix Warriors took it upon
themselves to protect the world, and a life of idleness and monotony would undoubtedly be torture for a warrior.
When she left, Fu Xingwu couldn't help but ask her if she liked Lin Xiong. She fell into a long silence; although
she didn't answer, the answer was clear. She said, "He wants a child, but I don't. We've been arguing about it for over
half a year. If I weren't afraid he'd return to the Demonic Sect, we probably would have broken up long ago." Hearing this, Fu Xingwu wanted to slap herself
. How could she have been so stupid as to ask her that? She knew her own situation; she'd been captured by Lin Xiong and
only returned after more than a year. Lin Xiong certainly wouldn't have fallen for her immediately, otherwise why would he have waited so long?
Only she knew what Lin Xiong had done to her. Fu Xingwu also knew that she wore long sleeves and pants even in summer
because Lin Xiong had tattooed her in many places.
Looking at Fu Xingwu's expression, Mo Zhentian knew the answer without needing to say a word. His heart turned cold. If he
didn't like her, everything he'd said was a joke; if he did like her, even if she were by his side, she
would be a soulless walking corpse—what was the point? Thinking this, a strange unease welled up in his chest
. Life is short; one should enjoy it while one can. For Mo Zhentian, who had lost his purpose, only by immersing himself in desire
could he forget all his troubles, like someone on drugs.
"Let's not discuss this now. This ship won't dock for two days. Let me think about it. But before the ship reaches the shore
, if you want Yan Lanyin and her whole family to live, you'll have to show some sincerity." Mo Zhentian waved
his hand, trying to banish all his worries.
Although Fu Xingwu wasn't very experienced, her sixth sense was sharp. "So, are you sincere?" She felt that Mo Zhentian
's words were perfunctory, even deceiving her.
Mo Zhentian was taken aback. He hadn't expected this seemingly innocent and naive girl to have such strong
insight; she wasn't so easily fooled. Was it difficult to release Yan Lanyin's family? It didn't seem difficult at all. Those who had
a grudge against her were brothers who had followed him for many years. Although they might have some resentment, they wouldn't disobey his orders. As
for himself, he had spared Shui Ling, who had killed his son years ago. Li Quan, though loyal, was
already dead; what difference would it make if he released Yan Lanyin? Thinking this, Mo Zhentian said solemnly, "If you have enough
sincerity, I can't guarantee Yan Lanyin's life, but I will spare her husband and sister."
Fu Xingwu stared into his eyes, her intuition telling her that his words were well-considered. Although Yan Lanyin wasn't included
, at least two had been saved. Before she could even breathe a sigh of relief, Mo Zhentian added, "Young lady,
don't oversimplify things. Without sincerity, I still won't release them." Unlike Fu Xingwu's intuition
, Mo Zhentian guessed her thoughts based on his years of experience.
Before Fu Xingwu could speak, Yan Lanyin's listless eyes suddenly lit up. "Sincerity
, we will definitely be sincere, we..." She paused when she said "we..." Even a fool
would know the meaning of "sincerity." She would do anything for her husband and sister, but why should
this little girl, about the same age as her sister, suffer so much humiliation? Was she being too selfish?
But if she didn't do this, how could she save her husband and sister? Yan Lanyin involuntarily lowered her head, murmuring incoherently.
Fu Xingwu turned and grabbed Yan Lanyin's hand, saying, "Sister Lanyin, don't worry, your husband and sister will be alright
."
Yan Lanyin raised her head, tears welling up again: "Xingwu, thank you, thank you. I've made you suffer.
I can't repay your kindness in this life, but I'll repay you even if I have to be your slave in the next."
"Sister Lanyin, don't say that. This is what I should do. Don't cry, be brave." Seeing Yan
Lanyin leaning towards her again, she gently hugged her, stroking her hair. The scene was somewhat strange: a tall
, mature, and charming young woman was crying in the arms of a petite, innocent-looking girl. Logically,
it should be the other way around.
Mo Zhentian wasn't in a hurry. The night was long, and given his current state of mind, he'd likely find it difficult to sleep. Having two
beautiful women by his side was a pleasure in itself. Fu Xingwu, of course,
was the only woman in the world besides his first love who could make him consider whether he liked her. As for Yan Lanyin, she left a very deep impression on him
.
The Silver Moon Pavilion was filled with beauties, but he rarely went; he looked down on those ordinary women. Once, Li
Quan strongly recommended that he try working with a beautiful policewoman at the pavilion, and he
reluctantly went. He found that Li Quan hadn't lied; she was indeed a stunning beauty. In his memory
, she was incredibly seductive and wanton in bed, but her inner self was different—filled with humiliation and pain,
constantly resisting. This stark contrast greatly stimulated a man's desire. As he left, he smiled and
told Li Quan, "She's not quite ready yet, keep going."
Over the years, Mo Zhentian usually only slept with women once and never again, but Yan Lanyin was an exception
. In less than six months, he visited her five times. Li Quan, seeing that his boss seemed to like her, suggested
that she stop soliciting clients at the Silver Moon Pavilion and just serve him alone. At that time, Mo Zhentian's mind wasn't
on women, so he refused the suggestion. Later, he felt that Yan Lanyin was becoming increasingly promiscuous, but his inner resistance was
slowly fading, the contrast becoming smaller and smaller, so he lost interest in going there often.
Yan Lanyin's head was buried in Fu Xingwu's snow-white breasts, and because her head was swaying slightly as she sobbed, it looked a
bit like she was licking her breasts. Mo Zhentian couldn't help but fantasize about her sucking on Fu Xingwu's nipples
, and the lust in his body burned fiercely again.
These past few days, he'd been struggling to understand his own behavior. His desire for women hadn't been this
strong before; now he was acting like a sex maniac. Having sex a few times was understandable—after all, she was a Phoenix Warrior,
beautiful, cute, with an impeccable figure, and that uniquely ethereal quality. But even after he'd
thoroughly enjoyed it, he still wanted to hold her while sleeping. Holding her while sleeping was one thing, but while sleeping, he even
thought about keeping his penis inside her vagina. This was somewhat perplexing. Was he
doing this on purpose because she was cute and interesting? Or was there something wrong with him? Mo Zhentian suddenly thought of a condition called "sex addiction." Could he
have it? He believed he wasn't sick, but he couldn't find a completely reasonable explanation.
Yan Lanyin cried for a long time before raising her head and saying, "Xingwu, I don't need to thank you for your great kindness. I won't say anything more.
No matter the final outcome, I will remember you for the rest of my life and thank you." Having seen hope and vented her emotions
, she slowly calmed down. Although she didn't possess the unparalleled martial arts skills of the Phoenix Warrior, she was still
a policewoman with ideals and beliefs. Although cruel reality had once knocked her down and caused her to fall, her inherent strength remained.
Fu Xingwu smiled slightly: "I understand." Although Yan Lanyin had once succumbed to the devil, Fu Xingwu still
admired her. For nearly half a year, no matter how the enemy humiliated and tortured her, she never bowed her head; to
do that was extremely difficult.
Seeing that Yan Lanyin had calmed down, Fu Xingwu wanted to tell Mo Zhentian that they were ready, and he could do whatever he wanted
. But turning her head and seeing his lustful gaze, she swallowed the words. Perhaps some familiar
people felt an intense sense of shame seeing her naked, and she involuntarily squeezed
her legs together, trying to cover her exposed private parts.
"Finished talking? Ready?" Mo Zhentian always liked to
speak to her in this roguish, teasing tone.
"Get ready." Fu Xingwu thought for a moment, then puffed out her chest and added, "If you want to start, then start
."
Looking at Fu Xingwu's expression, as if she were preparing to bravely face execution, Mo Zhentian really wanted to laugh. He said,
"You forgot three words?"
Fu Xingwu asked, confused, "Which three words? Are we sincere? Don't worry, we'll be sincere."
"Not that." Mo Zhentian smiled.
"Then what is it?" Fu Xingwu didn't know what he meant.
"Think carefully. You're so smart, how could you not figure it out?" Mo Zhentian kept her in suspense, continuing to
tease her in this way.
Fu Xingwu frowned her delicate, willow-leaf-like eyebrows, thinking for a long time: "What word? Is it 'Let's start'?
I already said we could start! Could it be… could it be…" She thought of several words that made her blush.
Originally, she didn't want to pay attention to such a pointless question, but she remembered that the condition for releasing her younger sister Yan Lanyin
was "sincerity," and ignoring him would be a sign of insincerity. Although the Phoenix Warriors are exceptionally intelligent,
perhaps due to their isolated upbringing and the rigidity of their beliefs, they possess a certain stubbornness and inflexibility. They
tend to be single-minded in their decisions, lacking adaptability. This is
particularly evident in Phoenix Warriors fresh out of training camp. With more experience, they will improve, but their fundamental nature will remain unchanged.
Yan Lanyin interjected, "Is it 'make you feel good'? Don't worry..."
Before she could finish, Mo Zhentian interrupted her, "No."
The two women exchanged glances, unsure of what he meant. But
driven by their "sincerity," they had no choice but to guess.
"Fuck me? Fuck me to death?" Yan Lanyin remembered how, when she cried out "Old man,
fuck me, husband, fuck me to death!" when Mo Zhentian had previously raped her, he seemed particularly aroused.
"No," Mo Zhentian shook his head. Yan Lanyin's words reminded him of the time he had sex with her.
He wondered what it would feel like if Fu Xingwu were screaming "Husband, fuck me, so good, fuck me to death!" under his crotch.
Thinking about this, Mo Zhentian felt a surge of heat.
The two made a few more random guesses, but Mo Zhentian said they were all wrong. "Alright, enough suspense,"
Mo Zhentian laughed, seeing their embarrassed expressions. "You missed three words. Those three words are 'I'm not afraid.'
If you added one more, it would be, 'Come on, I'll treat it like being bitten by a pig or a dog, hahaha…'" Mo Zhentian
laughed incessantly.
Fu Xingwu was stunned; she hadn't expected him to mean that. However, what he said wasn't entirely without
merit. Many rape victims comfort themselves with such thoughts; in their eyes, the one who trampled their dignity
and violated their body wasn't human, but a beast.
Before Fu Xingwu could speak, Yan Lanyin hurriedly said, "No, I...we wouldn't think like that. Trust
me, I will serve you as well as before, and give you the greatest pleasure. I will do whatever you want
, and you will definitely enjoy it. Trust me!"
Mo Zhentian's face darkened, and he said, "I wasn't talking about you. Get your facts straight. Who are you?
A prostitute and sex slave in the Silver Moon Pavilion. With your worn-out body, it's a favor to even touch you!" After all, Yan Lanyin had killed
Li Quan, and Mo Zhentian still hated her.
Hearing Mo Zhentian's reprimand, Fu Xingwu's anger surged, and she couldn't help but shout, "Stop talking! Shut up!"
Yan Lanyin hurriedly pulled her away, saying, "It's okay, let him say it, let him say it. I am a prostitute, that's
who I am."
"Sister Lanyin, you're not. You did it to save your sister. I don't think there's anything shameful about it. You're
a good sister. If I had a sister like you, I would be happy and proud," Fu Xingwu said to
Yan Lanyin.
"Stop talking, Xingwu, please stop! What if he gets upset? What if he won't let my sister go? She still
has a husband!" Yan Lanyin frantically pulled at Fu Xingwu.
Fu Xingwu said to Mo Zhentian, "Does telling the truth mean I'm insincere? I think
it's insincere of me to lie, right?"
Facing Fu Xingwu, the gloom on Mo Zhentian's face vanished. He clapped his hands and smiled, "No, of course not.
I hope every word you say to me is sincere."
"That's good. Did she want to do those things? Weren't they forced upon her by you?
So please, at least show her some respect," Fu Xingwu said righteously.
Mo Zhentian said unfazed, "Fine, I admit I was wrong. I won't say anything more about her. However, to avoid misunderstandings,
I still want to explain what sincerity means."
"Okay, go ahead," Fu Xingwu said.
Mo Zhentian continued, "There are still two nights until we reach the shore. During this time, when you chat, don't ignore people.
Say as much as you can, just like you said, tell the truth."
"Okay!" Fu Xingwu said.
"Also, when men and women are together, they'll always do 'that.' When you're doing 'that,' you have to listen to me
. Do whatever I tell you to do," Mo Zhentian said.
Although it was expected, Fu Xingwu's heart still
skipped a beat when she heard "Do whatever I tell you to do." After hesitating for a moment, she gritted her teeth and said, "Okay." "
And there's one more important point," Mo Zhentian said, "When men and women do what they want, under what circumstances
will men or women be happiest?"
Fu Xingwu was stunned, not understanding what he meant for a moment. She hesitated and said, "I don't quite understand
what you mean. What kind of circumstances? A long-awaited reunion? The wedding night? Or the first time?"
When he mentioned the first time, Fu Xingwu suddenly felt a sharp pain in her heart.
Mo Zhentian didn't want to tease her, saying, "That's not what I meant. So-called 'love between a man and a woman' requires both pleasure and
love. I hope that when we do 'that,' you can treat me as the man you like and love.
That's the greatest sincerity." As he said this, Mo Zhentian involuntarily thought of his first woman. In terms of looks, she was far inferior to the women he had slept with later, but he had never 　　felt
that kind of unforgettable pleasure again . 　　Fu Xingwu fell silent. How could she possibly treat him as the person she loved? Yan Lanyin, 　　standing to the side, felt a surge of emotion, fearing that if Fu Xingwu disagreed, Mo Zhentian would change his mind. 　　Seeing Fu Xingwu's expression, Mo Zhentian continued, "I know it's difficult. People can control their 　　behavior, even their sexual desires, but they can't control their thoughts. What I mean is 　　, try your best to do it this way. Don't start feeling disgusted and resistant before you even begin, and then try your best to 　　control yourself once you have a little desire. Do you think a man can be happy like that?" 　　Seeing that Fu Xingwu was still thinking, Mo Zhentian continued, "We're still planning to live together, to break 　　away from that... that demonic cult. How much determination does that take? If I'm not sure I'll be happy with you, can I make 　　that kind of determination?" After a long while, Fu Xingwu finally raised her head and said, "Okay, I'll try my best 　　. I can't guarantee 　　what the final result will be ." 　　"Just do your best," Mo Zhentian said. Over the past few days, Mo Zhentian had come to understand Fu Xingwu somewhat. 　　If she said she would try her best, she definitely would. 　　"Okay." Fu Xingwu felt Yan Lanyin's hand, which had been gripping her arm so tightly it ached, slowly loosen. 　　"You two go wash up first, I'll untie your chains." Mo Zhentian walked over, grabbed Fu Xingwu 　　's delicate foot, and unlocked the shackles. Fu Xingwu was about to get up when she saw him still holding her foot. 　　"Your feet are so beautiful, how come I never noticed before?" Mo Zhentian murmured to himself. 　　The delicate foot in his palm was small and exquisite, smaller than his hand, its shape, size, and the line of its arch were all extremely beautiful. Mo Zhentian 　　's sudden exclamation wasn't because he had just discovered the beauty of her feet, but because he had too much anticipation for the lovemaking to come 　　. When a person has expectations, things will appear different to them. After playing with her delicate foot for 　　a moment, Mo Zhentian stood up and said, "Go on, let's go wash up together." 　　The two looked at each other, stood up, and walked towards the bathroom. Fu Xingwu looked at the bathroom door, thought about closing it, 　　but ultimately didn't. Mo Zhentian noticed this subtle movement and couldn't help but smile knowingly. He stood up, 　　walked to the bathroom door, and leaned against the doorframe, watching them. 　　The bathroom had a bathtub and a shower. It wasn't large; the shower was mounted directly above the bathtub, so you had to 　　stand in it to shower. Mo Zhentian and Fu Xingwu had showered in the bathtub with water in it. Yan Lanyin looked 　　around, then, thinking she wasn't in the mood for a leisurely soak, said, "Let's just shower in there. You go first, 　　or should I go first?" 　　"You go first," Fu Xingwu said, feeling dirtier than herself. 　　Mo Zhentian, who had just reached the door, heard this and said, "What do you mean, you go first, or should I go first? Let's shower together quickly. By the way, Yan Lanyin 　　, could you help Fu Xingwu wash properly? There are towels, shampoo, and a showerhead on that shelf over there." 　　"Okay," Yan Lanyin replied. In the Silver Moon Pavilion, no matter what the guests requested, she had 　　to answer "okay." Although she had lived a normal life for several months, the humiliating experience at the Silver Moon Pavilion was still 　　etched in her mind. When she faced Ding Fei again, she thought she had the courage to confront her cruel fate. But she was wrong 　　. She could still maintain restraint and endurance while being gang-raped in front of everyone, but when they put the noose around her husband 　　's neck, and he rolled his eyes back and lost control of his bladder and bowels; when they stripped her sister naked and thrust their penises into 　　every orifice of her body, she completely broke down. She cried and begged, but it was all 　　in vain. She just wanted to die quickly, but she was also afraid that if she died, they would be even 　　more helpless. At this moment, if there was anything that could save their lives, she would be willing to pay any price. Now that there was 　　a glimmer of hope, how could she not seize it? 　　Turning on the tap and adjusting the water temperature, Yan Lanyin 　　said to Fu Xingwu, who was standing there blankly. "You go in first, I'll go get something." Fu Xingwu responded softly, lifting her leg and stepping into the bathtub. Although she was prepared to endure any 　　humiliation, she was only twenty years old and had only lost her virginity a few days ago. The shyness of a young girl still subconsciously 　　influenced her behavior. So, after entering the bathtub, she turned her body to the side, her back to Mo Zhentian at the door. 　　"You haven't washed your hair for several days, have you? Let me wash it for you," Yan Lanyin said, also stepping into the bathtub. Although 　　Mo Zhentian had washed her body these past few days, and they had just taken a bath together, she hadn't really had her hair properly washed. Because...

After a long period of lovemaking, Fu Xingwu's long hair was matted with sweat.
"I can do it myself," Fu Xingwu said, reaching out for shampoo.
"I'll wash it for you," Yan Lanyin insisted.
"It's okay, I can do it myself," Fu Xingwu said, not used to having someone wash her hair.
"Let me wash it for you," Yan Lanyin pleaded, "I used to wash
my sister's hair all the time." Thinking of her sister, a pang of pain shot through her heart. The men on the ship were all burly and powerful,
not ordinary people. She wondered how her sister was doing.
Fu Xingwu understood Yan Lanyin's meaning. Mo Zhentian had ordered her to wash her hair, and she had to do it.
So she stopped insisting and slowly sat on the edge of the bathtub. Yan Lanyin stepped out of the tub, stood behind her, poured
some shampoo into her hands, and gently rubbed her waist-length hair.
Although both women had their backs to Mo Zhentian, only their backs and sides were visible, sometimes a woman's back
can arouse a man's desire more; from behind, the S-shaped curves are more pronounced. Each had her own unique charm.
Fu Xingwu's back, though youthful, was exquisitely refined, radiating the aura of a young girl; Yan Lanyin
, with broader shoulders and fuller hips, exuded a mature and sensual aura from afar.
Mo Zhentian swallowed; his mouth felt dry, but he didn't want to drink. He picked up the walkie-talkie and asked Ding
Fei to bring up some food and drinks. He wasn't a heavy drinker, but tonight he wanted to drink, preferably to get drunk. He felt
that perhaps he was already drunk at this moment.
A short while later, Ding Fei returned with wine and several plates of cooked dishes. "Boss, I searched the whole ship, but I couldn't find any red wine. I only found
this. It's not good wine, just cheap Yili Tequ, nothing special, but it's strong." After placing the wine and dishes on the table, he moved
closer to Mo Zhentian, his gaze greedily fixed on the naked backs of the two women in the bathroom. "Boss, you really
... really have nothing to say."
"What do you mean, 'have nothing to say'?" Mo Zhentian said. For some reason, when Ding Fei and he looked at Fu Xingwu naked together
, he felt somewhat uncomfortable. You see, Ding Fei had been with him longer than Li Quan. Although he was now of
higher status, back when they were fighting side by side, they often shared a bed with the same woman.
He knew exactly what Ding Fei wanted, otherwise he wouldn't have let him sleep with Fu Xingwu last time. But now, he wouldn't give him
that chance again, and he didn't even want him to look at her anymore.
"It's alright, it's alright." Ding Fei had followed Mo Zhentian for so many years and had never seen him care so much about any woman
. Although he had an infinite longing for Fu Xingwu, he would never make such a request to him. Observing Mo Zhentian's expression, he knew
that Mo Zhentian did not want him to stay here. "Boss, I'll go first." Suddenly he remembered something and said, "By the way
, you asked me to watch over her sister. This is really a bit difficult. Her sister may have been made sick by Li Quan.
She has an orgasm every few minutes. Women usually don't die from sex, but her sister's situation is a bit troublesome. She has already
fainted twice. Judging from her appearance, she seems to be exhausted. It would be better if she fainted, at least she doesn't have to use her energy,
but those people insist on waking her up, saying that fainting is almost the same as being dead, and it's not fun. Go and check on her when you have time later
. Those people won't listen to me."
Ding Fei had only said half of what he wanted to say when Yan Lanyin, who had no mind to wash her hair, turned around to look at them. Even Fu
Xingwu wiped the foam off her face and turned to look at Mo Zhentian.
"Mo Zhentian, if you want us to be sincere, you need to be sincere too." Fu Xingwu felt the hand gripping her hair
trembling.
Mo Zhentian felt a chill run down his spine from Fu Xingwu's gaze and said, "Alright, I'll go down and check. Ding Fei, you stay
here and keep watch." He was still cautious. Although Fu Xingwu's true energy was suppressed, if he left and she jumped
into the sea, it would be a huge problem. After saying that, he turned and left the room. As
soon as Mo Zhentian left, Fu Xingwu wanted to turn around, but Ding Fei outside the door said, "Hey, don't turn around.
It's not like we haven't seen it before. We've already done it, what's there to be ashamed of?"
Fu Xingwu snorted coldly and ignored him. For some reason, she particularly disliked this man. Perhaps it was because he
had hurt her, or perhaps it was because he gave off a particularly lewd feeling.
Seeing that she didn't take him seriously, Ding Fei felt a surge of anger, but he dared not lay a hand on her because of Mo Zhentian's concern
. A large part of Mo Zhentian's trust in him stemmed from his obedience and loyalty. A thought struck him, and Ding Fei
said to Yan Lanyin, "Yan Lanyin, tell her to turn around, do you hear me?"
Yan Lanyin, who was holding Fu Xingwu's long hair, hesitated, unsure what to do. She heard Ding Fei sneer
, "Hmph, even you won't listen to me now, huh? Fine, do you still want your husband's sister's life?"
Hearing this, she lowered her head and murmured, "Xingwu, please listen to him, please."
"He's just Mo Zhentian's lackey. Whether or not to release them is Mo Zhentian's decision. Why listen to him?"
Fu Xingwu understood Yan Lanyin's feelings, but still spoke the truth.
"You—!" Ding Fei, standing by the door, stomped his feet in anger, but was helpless. He said viciously,
"Fine, Fu Xingwu, you've got guts! Yan Lanyin, you've got guts too! Just you wait and see! Let your husband and your
sister go? Dream on!"
"Don't listen to him, he doesn't have the final say." Fu Xingwu felt Yan Lanyin's hands trembling even more violently.
"Xingwu, I beg you, listen to him. What if he secretly does something bad later? Xingwu,
I'm begging you." Yan Lanyin knew that Mo Zhentian had the final say, but Mo Zhentian wasn't there. If someone really
died, would Mo Zhentian take his life?
Fu Xingwu sighed softly and silently turned her body around,
exposing her firm, snow-white breasts to his gaze. Although her breasts weren't as full as Yan Lanyin's, their shape was extremely perfect,
and they were slightly upturned, full of endless allure.
"If I were Mo Zhentian, I wouldn't let anyone else have my way with a woman like that," Ding Fei thought. Although he had already
vented his desire on Yan Lanyin, his lust was now even more intense. For men,
things easily obtained are often not cherished, while what they can't have is always the best.
"Yan Lanyin, go touch her breasts," Ding Fei gave the new order.
Yan Lanyin was startled, immediately at a loss, not knowing what to do. Fu Xingwu snorted coldly, "If you have the ability..."
"Do it yourself!" Fu Xingwu knew why Ding Fei dared not step into the bathroom. He lacked courage and only knew how to bully the weak;
she despised this kind of man.
Ding Fei couldn't do anything about her, so he yelled at Yan Lanyin, "Yan Lanyin, did you hear me? Go touch it now, or
I'll go down and kill your husband and your sister!"
"Xingwu, I'm sorry," Yan Lanyin murmured, her body trembling. Her hand, covered in white foam
, reached over Fu Xingwu's shoulder towards her breasts. Fu Xingwu grabbed the hand that was already on her breast and said,
"Lanyin, don't listen to him. He's trying to extort you."
Yan Lanyin's voice was trembling with tears. "Xingwu, I know, I know, but what if? What
if he secretly does something bad? Please, please."
Fu Xingwu silently let go of her hand. She began to understand that it wasn't that Yan Lanyin was stupid or weak, but that their
positions and relationships were different, which led to different feelings. If her husband and sister were dead, she would be heartbroken
for the rest of her life, perhaps even committing suicide. But what about me? If I didn't try my best to save them, I might feel guilty and regretful
for the rest of my life, but I certainly wouldn't be heartbroken for the rest of my life, much less die. And if I tried my best but still couldn't save them,
I might be sad for a while, but I wasn't close to them, would I be sad for long? Probably not. Even if
Yan Lanyin died, my regret or helplessness would outweigh my sadness. So even if both of us tried our best, there are different
degrees, and hers was clearly much greater than mine. Should I try to think from her perspective, instead
of just from a moral standpoint? Perhaps that's what it truly means to try one's best.
Yan Lanyin gently stroked her firm breasts, and soon her majestic peaks were covered in white foam, looking
even more alluring. Ding Fei stared greedily at the expanse of white skin. "Why aren't you saying anything? Weren't you so quick-
witted? Yan Lanyin, is this what you call touching? It's more like dust. Squeeze hard, as hard as you can
." Ding Fei saw the sharp light in Fu Xingwu's eyes dim, and he felt a victor's
joy. Infected by this joy, he became as excited as if he had been injected with chicken blood.
Hearing Ding Fei's command, Yan Lanyin had no choice but to increase the force in kneading her firm breasts. Seeing Ding Fei's
wolfish eyes at the door, she couldn't help but feel a surge of affection for Fu Xingwu. On the nameless island, she had escaped a calamity,
luckily preserving her virginity from the jaws of a tiger, but like herself, she hadn't yet emerged from the shadows before
falling into darkness again.
Yan Lanyin didn't know when her virginity had been taken, but her intuition told her it must have been in the last few
days. The breasts she was grasping were still hard, probably not having been ravaged by many men yet. Her
own breasts used to feel the same way, before and even after marriage. But since entering
the Silver Moon Pavilion, after being grabbed, touched, and pinched by countless men, although their peach-like shape remained unchanged, they no longer possessed that
tender, firm yet youthful feel. She felt this way, and so did her younger sister. Perhaps in the near future, this
girl, about the same age as her sister, would feel the same.
Yan Lanyin wondered if she was being too selfish. Although her sister wasn't an ordinary person, even braver and
stronger than herself, she was still a few years older. Protecting her was impossible; she was the one protecting her. But
shouldn't she consider her husband and sister's feelings as well, at least
not so self-righteously and recklessly when doing things that made her feel ashamed? Mo Zhentian was clearly more interested in her,
keeping her here perhaps to use her as a tool to humiliate her. So what should she
do? Not doing anything was definitely not an option; she could only consider her feelings as much as possible.
Seeing Yan Lanyin still lukewarmly touching Fu Xingwu's breasts, Ding Fei repeatedly urged her to increase
the pressure, but while she verbally agreed, her grip remained relatively firm. At this moment, Ding Fei's lust overwhelmed him,
and he roared, "Is it so hard to use a little force?!" With that, he lunged forward,
his massive hand slamming down on Yan Lanyin's small hand, his fingers clamping tightly together, both of their twenty fingers
digging deep into Fu Xingwu's snow-white breasts. Instantly, her seven-eighths-degree ripe peach-like breasts were squeezed open, firm and
elastic flesh overflowing from between their interlaced fingers.
Fu Xingwu felt a sharp pain in her chest, and, both ashamed and angry, shouted, "What are you doing? Get away!" She then slapped
Ding Fei, but because she was sitting, the blow landed on his engorged and throbbing penis. If Fu Xingwu
still possessed internal energy, this palm strike could have killed Ding Fei, but now it only caused him pain; his tall body
remained motionless.
"Damn it, you dare hit me again? I'll kill you!" Ding Fei's eyes were bloodshot as he frantically rubbed
her breasts.
Fu Xingwu struck him a second time, but it was like hitting an iron plate. When he channeled his internal energy, even attacks on his
vital points were like a tickle. Under the forceful grip, Yan Lanyin's hand slipped from his grasp
. She had two choices: first, stand idly by; second, help Fu Xingwu. After a brief but intense internal struggle
, Yan Lanyin chose the latter. She grabbed Ding Fei's arm, trying to pull his hand away. "Get lost!" Ding
Fei freed one hand and slapped Yan Lanyin to the ground.
To be continued...
The original goal was to publish the nearly 50,000-word manuscript all at once, but revisions also require motivation. Compared to the first time,
Fu Xingwu's several climaxes on the balcony were rehearsed in a different way, completely different from what was originally written, and it took
a lot of time. Fantasy today.

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