The Rise of the Servant: The Legendary Twins

The Rise of the Servant: The Legendary Twins
Author: uzi 　　Genre : 　　MC
, Light Color, Fanfiction 　　First Published
: Hypnotic Love Second Published: Spring in the Courtyard 　　, One Person Hall, 　　Dragon
Altar, Dongshengzhou Related Enterprises, 　　Special : Elizabeth ( 　　Authorized
DCD to publish)
=== 　　... 　　The plot picks up after a certain period in the original work, "Clever Arrangement 　　, 　　" 　　during a gap in the story. As for the male lead, he's a minor character in the 　　original 　　work , so there's no need to translate it 　　; I'm afraid you won't even remember 　　him 　　(I searched for a long time to find someone 　　who wrote this 　　for the original!). As usual 　　, please leave the original intact 　　and 　　don't 　　mess with the formatting when reposting, thank you. === 　　... 　　She picked up a steamed bun in a daze and wandered into the inn. She ate when she was hungry and slept when she was tired, 　　going about her business as if it were nothing. 　　Strangely, everyone seemed wary of her, hesitant to approach or question her actions. 　　So she ignored those whose faces she couldn't remember. 　　Because those people weren't the one she was looking for. 　　However, she couldn't recall what the one who promised to stay with her looked like. 　　She only knew that the boy wasn't by her side. 　　So she wandered aimlessly, like a lost, drifting boat. 　　She seemed to hear herself talking in her sleep. 　　But she couldn't remember what she was saying. 　　She just walked on, dazed and confused. She 　　walked through main streets and countless alleyways, feeling the cool breeze of the countryside. 　　Unconsciously, she had already left the city. 　　Then, she approached him. 　　Like those she couldn't remember, she didn't recognize his face. 　　But she thought his voice was very pleasant. 　　It was a voice that made her want to recall something, 　　a voice that was pleasant to the ear, easy to listen to, and didn't give her a headache. 　　So she listened. 　　So he smiled at her. 　　So she obediently continued listening. 　　In a daze, she found herself following him, walking to a place she didn't even know. 　　But his voice was very pleasant, making her head feel comfortable. 　　Naturally, she followed him in a daze. 　　Cha Ji was still very nervous. 　　Stealing a glance at the girl following him slowly behind, her expression blank, he couldn't help but feel lucky. 　　He was once called Gray Bat. 　　He had once died from snake venom, his life ending at Emei. 　　If he hadn't had a sudden thought and taken the life-saving pill hidden by the owl, he would have died long ago from that brat 　　's snake venom; but that extremely potent poison had also left him unable to move, lying like a corpse 　　in that secluded mountain cave for nearly ten hours. 　　If it weren't for those so-called righteous people searching for treasure, he would probably have been thrown off the cliffs of Mount Emei long ago, ending up with 　　a mangled corpse. 　　After a whole day of effort, he finally escaped Mount Emei, exhausted and wounded. He removed his disguise, transformed 　　the corpse he found at the foot of the mountain into his original name, "Grey Bat," and hid in the market under an assumed alias. 　　No one knew that Grey Bat was just a young man in his thirties. 　　Having survived such a calamity, he was no exception. 　　For some unknown reason, his eyesight returned, and he regained his sight. 　　During this time, he treated his internal injuries and the remaining poison in his body, while also practicing 　　the techniques hidden on the corpses of the Jade Serpent God and the Owl. One of the two secret manuals was the owl's immobilization technique used to kill enemies, and the other was the Jade Serpent God's whistle technique for controlling venomous snakes with his throat and tongue. Although it lacked external martial arts, it was merely a mind-controlling martial art, which 　　didn't conflict 　　with what he was learning. 　　It took Cha Ji three whole months to master the two martial arts techniques into a new set and to recuperate. 　　Having experienced the cunning and treacherous schemes of that brat, he no longer harbored any desire for fame or fortune in the martial world 　　, choosing instead to live a quiet and unassuming life. 　　It wasn't until recently, when he heard of a beautiful young woman, elegantly dressed and stunningly beautiful, wandering aimlessly in the market 　　, that his curiosity was piqued. He followed her all the way to the outskirts of the city before finally catching up with her. To his 　　surprise, this seemingly otherworldly woman, yet possessing a hint of inexplicable wickedness, was none other than 　　Murong Jiu, one of the "Nine Beauties of the Mortal World." 　　Even more unexpectedly, Murong Jiu's expression was blank and 　　unresponsive, as if she were sleepwalking or had lost her mind, showing no reaction to his appearance, only a half-conscious, infatuated look. 　　What surprised him most, however, was that his newly mastered Chaotic Soul Technique had taken effect on her.

Although he didn't know why the aloof and elegant woman rumored to be so confused had become, Cha Ji didn't miss
this opportunity and took Murong Jiu away without hesitation.
If he could use this to curry favor with the Murong family, his own promising future of living a comfortable life with his family's wealth
would surely be just around the corner.
Without much thought, he made his decision and took her back to his secluded dwelling outside the city.
After settling Murong Jiu in, he fully activated the Chaotic Soul Technique, letting his inner energy flow through the tiny
meridians inside and outside his throat and eyes.
"Can you hear my voice?"
Cha Ji's soft voice, forced out with his inner energy, rang out with a strange rhythm.
The bewitching voice thus penetrated Murong Jiu's unguarded mind.
"…………Mmm…………"
she murmured obediently.
That short response made Cha Ji even more excited.
"Listen to my voice, listen carefully."
"…………Mmm…………"
His past experiences in the martial world prevented Cha Ji from acting rashly; instead, he carefully activated his inner power technique.
"Listen, and you'll feel very relaxed. See, your body is starting to feel lighter, isn't it?"
"…………Mmm…………"
The half-dreaming, half-conscious feeling, coupled with his deliberate gentle support of her body, made Murong Jiu naturally
murmur her agreement.
This murmur in her sleep signified her growing trust in his voice.
"Listen, besides feeling relaxed, you'll also feel more comfortable, won't you?"
"…………Mmm…………"
Feeling relaxed naturally brought comfort, so Murong Jiu responded.
Cha Ji felt the remaining light in her eyes gradually become hazy, knowing that the Soul-Disrupting Technique was beginning to take effect.
Without letting up, he continued to circulate his power, strengthening the influence of his voice on her.
"Hearing my voice, you'll feel relaxed, you'll feel more comfortable, right?"
"…………Yes…………"
As her words changed, Murong Jiu's response became more explicit.
Her eyes, which were already seven parts dazed and three parts lucid, now held an even greater emptiness.
"If you don't relax, will your head hurt?"
"…………Yes, it will hurt…"
With his voice, the emptiness in her eyes began to spread.
With his prompting, her body gradually lost its strength.
"Then, do you want to continue having a headache?"
"…………No…"
Hearing her response, Cha Ji's lips involuntarily curled into a smile.
Having noticed her frequently pressing her forehead with a pained expression on the way, he quickly guessed that Murong Jiu
must have encountered some accident to be so confused and disoriented.
Taking advantage of the human tendency to dislike pain, he guided his words.
"If you continue to listen, continue to obey, your head won't hurt anymore. Understand?"
"…………Mmm…"
Murong Jiu's hoarse, almost whispered voice rose in the quiet room.
Her eyes simply stared straight ahead, and beneath her increasingly empty pupils, one could almost see Cha Ji's eyes, which held
a hidden glint of light.
"So, to avoid a headache, you'll listen to my voice, right?"
"…………Yes…"
Murong Jiu responded in a flat voice.
Cha Ji gasped.
The initial success of the inducement excited him even more.
Her soft, selfless murmurs were irresistible.
"Then, relax and listen carefully. Hearing my voice will make you feel more relaxed and comfortable
. Right?"
"…Yes…"
"To relax, to feel comfortable, you'll continue to listen to me. Right?"
"…Mmm…"
Murong Jiu's dazed voice rang out weakly again and again.
With each answer, her body seemed to relax, leaning limply against the pillar behind her.
Her increasingly slow breaths mingled with Cha Ji's inducement.
Her jade-like hands, which had been resting on her thighs, quietly slid down, falling limply to the dusty ground.
Her pitiful face, as her slightly furrowed brows relaxed, appeared even more elegant and refined.
"You'll listen to me wholeheartedly, won't you?"
"...Yes..."
"As long as you listen to me, you'll feel relaxed and comfortable, right?"
"...Yes..."
She answered Chaji's voice faintly.
However, her once clear and bright eyes seemed to be stained with ink, covered with a dull, murky
color, making the emptiness even more apparent on her delicate and charming face.
Like her mind after her madness, lost in a hazy fog, Murong Jiu's eyes were completely shrouded
in a murky emptiness.
Chaji knew that this girl was no longer beyond his grasp.
In a daze, she heard his voice again.
That pleasant voice echoed in her head, word after word.
Wanting to react, she felt she couldn't even open her eyelids, her body swaying precariously.
Hungry and exhausted, she could only let his hands support her.
His whispers transformed into gentle, warm breezes, brushing against her earlobes.
She didn't hear what he was saying.
But she knew she longed to hear his voice, to obey him.
His voice relieved her headache, only making her feel comfortable and relaxed.
Even when her limbs were completely weak, she ignored it.
His voice made her want to relax, to feel even more comfortable.
She didn't recognize his face.
But his voice made her feel incredibly safe, peaceful, and indescribably serene.
So she listened intently.
His voice seemed to seep into her heart, echoing in her mind.
Her headache had subsided.
Because now, in her mind, even in her soul, there was only his voice.
She longed for, desperately wanted, only wanted to obey that voice.
"Miss Murong, Miss Murong."
Murong Jiu finally opened her eyes.
She quickly saw a man looking at her nervously.
But the unfamiliar face before her left her bewildered.
She knew this wasn't the one she was searching for; even if she couldn't remember, she still knew.
"Miss Murong, I saw you collapsed on the road. Are you alright?"
he said, leaving her speechless.
Who was Miss Murong? Was it her name? But she couldn't remember.
"Could it be that Miss Murong can't remember her own name?"
he asked her.
She stood there stunned for a long while before shaking her head blankly.
"Then, do you recognize me?"
she shook her head.
Although she felt she had seen this person somewhere before, she felt this wasn't the one she knew
.
However, she couldn't remember what he looked like either.
"Really? Then, do you want to remember the past?"
Just as she was about to nod, a sharp pain shot through her head.
It was happening again.
Whenever she tried to think, the headache would become unbearably intense.
"Relax, relax, Miss Murong. Come, look here, look closely into my eyes."
He said this to her, moving her face closer.
For some reason, she felt weak all over, unable to react, and could only let him do as he pleased.
She saw his eyes, bright as the sun, twinkling like stars.
Then, her eyes were fixed on them.
Then, her headache slowly subsided.
Then, she felt even more relaxed, even more comfortable.
She didn't even notice how close he was, almost as if he were about to hug her.
"Does your head not hurt anymore?"
Hearing his question, she nodded gently.
She didn't know why the headache had suddenly disappeared as if it had never existed.
But she only felt that his voice was very pleasant, and she wanted to listen to it forever.
That voice, gentle as sunshine, seemed to sneak into her heart, so reassuring.
"So, Miss Murong, do you want to remember your past?"
"Yes, I do. If I could remember, I'd do anything."
She nodded, troubled but resolute.
The pain lingering in her mind was like the demon he spoke of, impossible to shake off.
She believed that her inability to remember her past was the work of this demon.
"Can you help me drive away this demon?"
"Demon? Miss Murong, what are you talking about?"
He looked puzzled.
Seeing his expression, she knew he wasn't the one she knew, so she didn't understand.
"He said I encountered something terrible, and a demon is stuck in my head. I need to drive it away to remember
my past. Will you drive the demon away for me?"
"Of course. Listen to me carefully, and I can help you drive the demon away."
His answer eased her mind.
"Then, Miss Murong, please take off your clothes, okay?"
She blinked involuntarily.
"I remember now. Taking off my clothes and untying the bonds will drive away the demon, right?"
"Yes, so listen to me, okay?"
"Mmm."
Somewhere in her mind, that hazy memory still lingered.
So, she knew he wasn't lying.
Therefore, when his hands reached for her clothes, she didn't resist, but let his hands
do as they pleased.
The silk draped over her shoulders was gently pulled down, and her bodice was opened.
The slanting sunlight outside the window made her fair skin appear even smoother, and her soft breasts, seemingly about to burst from her bodice
, became even more prominent. Her delicate, erect breasts, already firm without needing to be bound, created an alluring cleavage.
The emerald green robe slipped from her upper body, revealing her bare skin.
She could clearly see his eyes fixed intently on her breasts, his expression vaguely resembling that of the
people on the street.
When his hand reached the back of her neck, the bodice covering her breasts was removed.
Freed from the constraints of her thin dress, her high, firm breasts swayed gently before him, as if to offer
him a heartfelt thanks.
Then, he helped her to her feet.
His trembling fingers reached for the ribbon at her waist.
Without any further restraint, the magnificent dress slipped completely off her body and fell to the ground.
Her naked body, barely twenty years old, appeared even more alluring in the setting sun.
As the thin ribbon below was untied, the equally emerald green bodice did not fall with the dress, but
was instead held up by her delicate breasts, making this half-naked state even more enticing.
Her long, slender legs possessed a youthful elasticity, and her smooth skin appeared even whiter in the setting sun
. The way her legs were pressed together made the small patch of pubic hair between her legs even more striking.
She saw him staring intently at her.
Somehow, even though she was completely naked, she did not feel any disgust.
"Next, I need to touch your body to find where the demon is hiding."
"Mmm."
She silently allowed him
to do so. Because she knew he was doing this to drive away the demon within her.
So, his hand touched her breasts.
A tingling, indescribable sensation spread from her chest, causing a small blush to rise on her tired, pale cheeks.
Her soft, firm breasts were squeezed and kneaded like dough under his ten rough fingers.
The soft flesh rose and fell in his palms, obediently transforming into...
Various unnatural shapes.
She only felt waves of indescribable warmth coming from her chest.
The lingering warmth seemed to ignite something within her body, gradually forming an unbearable
burning sensation.
"How are you, Miss Murong, are you feeling comfortable?"
"Mmm, comfortable, ahh!"
As she answered, his fingers pinched and twisted the protrusion on her breast.
As if burned, or pricked by needles, a strange, sweet sensation made her body go weak.
"Ah, be careful."
Then, she leaned against his chest.
She felt something pressing against her buttocks as she sat between his legs.
However, the waves of heat spreading through her chest made her unable to care.
Fragrant sweat silently seeped out, and the dryness of her lips and tongue made her involuntarily stick out her tongue.
"Come, Miss Murong, turn over here."
"Mmm, mmm?"
At his call, she leaned her head towards him.
Then, he gently pried open her lips with his tongue, and their tongues touched.
A soft groan escaped her nose as she felt his tongue darting around inside her mouth, her own tongue naturally
responding to his movements. Her
firm, tender breasts were being kneaded, and she felt as if she were curling up in his arms, enjoying his
tender touch and teasing.
Like young lovers lost in the throes of passion, she and he, equally naked, intertwined.
"Does it feel good?"
he asked, his tongue sliding over her teeth.
She felt as if countless ants were crawling inside her, sending waves of unbearable tingling
and weakness through her, but her mouth was sealed shut by his tongue, forcing her to swallow her moans and
instead let out soft, muffled groans through her nose.
Then, he used the thick, mottled underside of his tongue to rub intensely against her own tongue and inside her mouth.
Swallowing the saliva he poured into her mouth, and then making him swallow his own saliva, she responded with
a dizzy, throbbing sensation. With his kneading, she felt a swelling sensation in her breasts, her heart pounding wildly, only
knowing to yield to that fiery, sweet feeling.
However, at the same time, she felt a contrasting emptiness between her legs, as if something was missing.
Unable to bear the loneliness, her legs involuntarily trembled and rubbed together.
Perhaps that was the work of the demon within her.
"Miss Murong, Miss Murong! Throw it in, throw it in, throw it in!"
Hearing him call her name, she simply responded with passionate moans.
She felt as if her whole body was floating, and as he squeezed her breasts hard with his index and middle fingers, she
shuddered, pushed to a sweet, unseen height.
Her trembling body seemed to have lost control.
Her head tilted back, her hips involuntarily arching forward. She felt a strong surge of heat
flowing between her legs, and then saw a large gush of fluid gushing from her crotch, as if she had lost control of her bladder.
"How is it? Are you feeling good?"
Unable to answer his question, she could only gasp softly.
The demon who had just been aroused inside her seemed to tire, the waves of heat weakening
.
Then, he flipped her over.
Her buttocks were raised high, her two round, soft buttocks squeezed and kneaded in his palms. She
could only spread her legs apart to keep from falling.
When his mouth kissed her intimate spot, her moans suddenly rose.
"Demon, demon inside, ah, um! Ah ah, um, uh um!"
As if hearing her cries, his fingers and mouth moved even more vigorously.
And the emptiness surging between her legs was even stronger than before.
Feeling her hands moving back and forth between her buttocks and thighs, she felt her waist tremble involuntarily
, and she could only grit her teeth and lift her buttocks to maintain the position.
Sometimes she was slapped, sometimes she was rubbed hard, sometimes she was pinched and twisted, and her pert buttocks gradually became red and swollen with excitement under his caresses
.
"Eek, ah, ah, um, ee-oh-oh!"
She felt her body yearning to be filled with something.
Swaying her buttocks, she tried to make a request to him that she herself did not understand.
But, as if knowing what she wanted, his movements suddenly became more intense.
Feeling the fingertips probing into her secret place, feeling the tongue darting into her honeyed path, feeling
the grasping and kneading from between her thighs, she once again ascended to that indescribable paradise of bliss.
Crystal clear nectar overflowed between the two slightly raised labia.
With uncontrollable spasms, her waist and abdomen trembled as she collapsed weakly to the ground, overwhelmed by
the lingering heat of the previous encounter.
However, this intense and sweet tingling sensation did not alleviate the emptiness between her legs.
She vaguely felt the demon within her trying to burst forth.
"Miss Murong, I'm about to drive away the demon inside."
His voice slightly cleared her hazy vision.
She saw his naked body covering hers, his
lower body—completely different from hers, with a thick, mushroom-like penis—pressing against her intimate spot.
"It will hurt at first, but after the demon leaves, you'll feel very comfortable. So, don't move
, just leave everything to me."
She nodded to him groggily.
Although she felt an inexplicable unease, as if she were about to lose something, she still trusted him.
Both he and the man in her mind said that she needed to strip naked to drive away the demon, and this man's voice made her want
to obey, bringing a comfortable sense of security.
"Ready? Miss Murong."
"Mmm."
So, when that fleshy rod began to push open her labia and move into her honeyed path, she did not resist.
She did not know that her flawless body was being subjected to an extremely lewd act.
Unaware that her virginity was about to be ravaged and stolen by a stranger's penis,
she knew only that the demon would soon be driven away.
"Then, here I come!"
he roared, thrusting his thick member into her. Her elastic labia
were forced open, and she felt a sudden, burning pain shooting through her,
piercing her mind as the emptiness dissipated.
"Ugh, ugh, ugh!"
The sudden throbbing pain in her head made her cry out, cold sweat beading on her forehead. Her body
clung to him like an octopus.
Seemingly sensing her suffering, he held her tightly, his lips pressing against hers.
"Bear with it, Miss Murong! The demon will disappear soon!"
"Ugh, um, umm!"
Their tongues entangled in a passionate kiss, her fingers digging uncontrollably into his back, trying to distract herself from
the tearing pain.
He patiently kissed her earlobe and neck.
Soon, feeling the pain gradually subside, she felt an unbearable
heat surge within her, and shifted her body slightly.
"Hmm? Miss Murong, does it hurt anymore?"
she responded with a practiced hum through her nose, her tongue continuing to follow his teasing
tongue against her teeth.
At this moment, his lower body began to move back and forth.
Only then did she understand what he meant by "very comfortable."
That irresistible penis was driving her wild.
Each time it reached its deepest point, she felt the very core of her vagina
tremble with excitement, wave after wave of ecstatic pleasure overflowing as she was thrust into it.
Moreover, as it withdrew, she could feel the tender flesh of her vagina clinging to it, as if trying
to hold it back, its layers constantly undulating.
Whether it was the writhing or the poking, she could deeply feel countless tingling and itchy sensations spreading through her body.
Clamping herself tightly around his waist, her calves trembled uncontrollably with excitement and pleasure.
Shallow and deep, fast and slow, her lower abdomen collided with his during the intense thrusts, producing a soft,
fleshy sound.
She, drenched in fragrant sweat, and he, flushed and hot, were wildly enjoying the pleasure.
"Miss Murong! Are you feeling very comfortable?!"
"Eek, ah, good, ahh! Good, comfortable, ee, umm! Comfortable, ahhh!"
She had long since cast aside thoughts of demons and memories; now, she only wanted to pursue this indescribable
, intimate pleasure.
As the thrusts became more frequent, his penis slammed against her core again and again, making her moans
intermittent, unable to form complete sentences.
In a daze, she didn't even know what she was shouting; she only knew to cling to him and enjoy the pleasure.
Soon, with a powerful, grinding thrust, her core was pushed inwards, the astonishingly
sweet pleasure pushing her to another frenzied, excited peak.
Her tender layers of flesh convulsed violently, contracting inwards to prevent his penis from moving an inch.
At that moment, he shuddered violently.
Simultaneously, she felt something hot and flowing from the thick tip of his penis.
"Mmm, uh-huh, mmm!!"
Being drenched, moistened, and showered.
She didn't know how to describe the feeling.
But this indescribably thick sensation, flowing directly into her core, gave her an
unprecedented feeling of fullness, bringing her unparalleled pleasure.
After the passion subsided, neither of them continued.
Still panting, she felt a smile on her face.
"Miss Murong, you've worked hard."
At this moment, his hand gently touched his forehead.
With the familiar warmth of his body, he spoke softly to her.
That voice, with its wondrous undulations, once again entered her ears, her mind, and her heart.
Then, she suddenly felt the weariness that had completely vanished before surge back like a tide.
So, she obeyed his voice.
With a sweet aftertaste that intoxicated her, she gently closed her eyes.
Only after confirming that Murong Jiu was in a daze did Cha Ji finally let out a sigh of relief.
When he took her virginity, he dared not be distracted, fully activating the Chaotic Soul Technique to keep her under control; otherwise,
the pain of losing her virginity would surely have brought her back to her senses.
But, everything was already set in stone.
Looking at Murong Jiu beneath him, her cheeks flushed with an alluring pink, seemingly intoxicated, he felt only unbearable excitement.
The most beautiful woman in the world, after all, was now at his mercy.
The sense of conquest from wantonly ravaging the cold and proud beauty reignited Cha Ji's urge to have sex with her.
Suppressing the urge to thrust his throbbing member into her tender, moist passage, he quickly swallowed a pill to regulate his breathing and
rapidly replenish his depleted inner energy.
Although Murong Jiu's mind was already affected by the Soul-Disrupting Technique, he couldn't guarantee that this intense stimulation wouldn't cause her to truly
regain her memories. He decided to use the technique again to deepen his control.
Only by firmly holding Murong Jiu in his grasp could he have the resources to pursue a bright future.
"Miss Murong, can you hear me?"
"Mmm..."
Murong Jiu let out a hoarse moan, almost like a dream.
The previous intercourse had already caused her to scream for a long time, naturally making her throat hoarse.
However, for Cha Ji, as long as the Soul-Disrupting Technique worked, this small matter was acceptable.
"You will listen to me wholeheartedly, you will feel relaxed, at ease, and completely trust me, won't you?"
"Ah..."
she murmured softly, without answering.
Even under the combined influence of the climax and the Chaotic Soul Technique, Murong Jiu's last line of defense still
prevented her from placing all her trust in him.
Seeing this, Cha Ji activated his mental technique with all his might.
His eyes flashed with a sharp light, as if sparks were flying, and he stared intently into her empty pupils.
He even roughly pried open her eyelids with his hands, preventing her from escaping his gaze.
"Relax, obey me, trust me, and you'll feel more comfortable."
"Ah..."
"Obey me, trust me, do you understand?"
"...Hmm..."
Her eyelids trembled slightly, her limbs twitched involuntarily, and Murong Jiu's lips parted slightly in a daze.
After a long while, she finally whispered the answer Cha Ji wanted.
"You will completely trust me, won't you?"
"...Yes..."
"No matter what I say, you will believe it, won't you?"
"Yes..."
"You will trust me from the bottom of your heart, rely on me, right?"
"Yes..."
With each repeated question, Murong Jiu's answers gradually became more natural.
Her pure heart, shattered by the sweet stimulation of intercourse, coupled with the direct
pressure of the Chaotic Soul Technique, rendered her mind utterly incapable of resistance.
As if completely immersed in ink, her eyes lost all luster and self-awareness.
Seeing her like this, Cha Ji revealed a smug smile.
In Murong Jiu's empty eyes, however, that smile carried an unspeakable ferocity.
A year and a half—not long, not short—passes in the blink of an eye in the martial world.
And within this timeframe, various events, large and small, unfolded in the martial world.
The great hero of Jiangnan. The Yan Nan
Heavenly Treasure Map.
The Twelve Constellations.
The Golden Lion Escort Agency.
Among these major events, one stood out in particular:
Murong Shijie's ninth young lady had married.
Her husband was always from a prominent and renowned family; the ninth sister of the Nine Beauties of the Human World had married an unknown,
ordinary swordsman. This aroused the curiosity of many in the martial world, who wanted to find out more.
However, the Nine Beauty Manor had long been destroyed in the raging fire, and the nine sisters of the Murong family had followed their husbands to wander
the world, the truth of which remained unknown.
Therefore, no one knew that Murong Jiu was currently residing in Yichang, Xiling.
At this moment, she was in her bedroom with her husband, gazing at the bed.
"Mmm, ah, ah ah, oh!"
"Little fairy, your cunt feels so good!"
Known for her ruthless methods, the woman nicknamed "Little Fairy" was now completely naked,
entwined with the equally naked Cha Ji.
The married woman was twisting her slender waist, using a posture even a vain prostitute would disdain, greedily
sucking the thick, long penis of the man beneath her.
However, facing her best friend's infidelity, Murong Jiu showed no reaction.
Upon closer inspection, one could see that her once bright eyes were now empty and lifeless.
And Gu Renyu beside her had the same blank expression.
Cha Ji was completely absorbed in enjoying Zhang Jing's healthy and active body.
In stark contrast to the tightness of Murong Jiu's body, which felt like countless rings of flesh, her honeyed path was
like a winding, layered mountain range, offering a fresh and exhilarating experience no matter which direction one entered.
If the former could be described as a thousand rings encircling the moon, then the latter was comparable to a series of verdant peaks.
"Ah! Ee, um, ah ah!"
As Zhang Jing swayed her delicate body and twisted her wasp waist, her
ample breasts, large enough to be encircled by a single hand, rippled with alluring waves.
Having married into the Gu family and been pampered with delicacies, this change was natural.
For Cha Ji, this was a huge advantage.
"Ninth Sister, you've done a really good job, ah!"
While roughly kneading and squeezing Zhang Jing's soft, bouncy breasts, Cha Ji's lower body
swayed shamelessly in response to Zhang Jing's wanton movements.
"Yes..."
The woman called to, Murong Jiu, uttered a hollow, emotionless murmur.
After that night of passion, Cha Ji had spent considerable effort to completely control Murong Jiu under
the influence of the Chaotic Soul Technique and gradually restore her memories.
He then used the same method to make her 'remember' how he had rescued her, how she had fallen in love with him at first sight, and how they had shared
hardships together in the martial world—all these deep 'past events'—making Cha Ji the ninth husband in the Murong world. After
settling in Yichang, he had Murong Jiu send a letter to the Gu family, inviting his former best friend Zhang Jing to a reunion.
If he hadn't had a sudden inspiration that day, instructing Murong Jiu to lure Zhang Jing away first, he wouldn't have been able to secretly use the Chaotic Soul
Technique to subdue the famous Jade-Faced Divine Fist of the martial world.
After subduing Gu Renyu, Zhang Jing, who had been drugged and sedated by Murong Jiu with hidden weapons, was naturally at his mercy.
"Ah, oh, uh-huh! Ah, ya, ah ah!"
"Uh, uh-oh!"
Cha Ji squeezed her high breasts hard, his penis thrusting upwards, sending her to another climax. She
had already climaxed several times, Zhang Jing moaning ecstatically, her
body swaying with desire.
Feeling her tight passage twitch, knowing she was about to experience another orgasm, Cha Ji grabbed her
legs, lifted her up, and pressed her down on the bed, thrusting into her relentlessly. Her
pink lips, as if deprived of pleasure, opened and closed, allowing his thick, dark penis to thrust
in and out like a mad tiger, the splashing of her juices leaving wet marks on the bed.
She could only let out soft moans, Zhang Jing completely disregarding how lewd her spread-legged posture was.
She didn't even care that she was being violated by someone she had just met, her lower body, like a wronged woman's,
desperately exposed before her husband and relatives.
"Ah, oh, ahh! Ah, no, I can't take it anymore, oh, oh, ahh!"
Her slender, boneless waist was pressed down by Cha Ji, arching like a shrimp. Her lower body was completely suspended in the air, and she could only cling to
the bed, her large breasts pressed against it.
After a series of passionate, urgent cries, her lower body released streams of lustful fluid,
slowly overflowing from their still tightly joined bodies.
With her eyes rolled back, Zhang Jing, whose gaze had already been lifeless, now resembled nothing like the fearsome fairy of the martial world, but
rather a young woman in
her boudoir, parched and yearning for spring. Enjoying the lingering, writhing sensation of her still-warm passage after her climax, Cha Ji looked at Murong Jiu.
His eyes gleamed with a sharp, intelligent light.
"Ninth Sister, take off your clothes and come here."
"Yes…"
Without any hesitation, she simply gave a soft, dreamy laugh, letting her blue silk dress slip down.
Her slender figure remained unchanged, but her body had become even more rounded, her fair skin even more radiant than before. Completely ignoring
Gu Renyu, who stood frozen in place, she revealed her slightly protruding belly.
Staring at her body carrying his child, he pulled Murong Jiu into his arms and gave her a rough kiss.
Ignoring her husband still ravishing her best friend, Murong Jiu obediently welcomed his tongue into her mouth.
Unaware that her cousin was in bed with her, sharing a man, Zhang Jing breathed softly, once again actively swaying her hips to
please the stranger.
Cha Ji, with two beauties of the martial world embracing him, enjoyed their devoted service.
Suddenly, a strange thought occurred to him.
Months ago, Murong Shuang and Murong Shanshan had each sent urgent messages to his home, wishing to pay a visit and have the sisters
reunite.
He should also enjoy the blessing of having two women.
Having survived a great calamity, good fortune was sure to follow.
Even someone as third-rate as Gray Bat was no exception.
[The End]

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