Chapter 7 of Volume 6 of "Turbulent Times"

Author: Golden Reaper
Published June 12, 2017
Word Count: 32,000
Volume 6 Showdown
Chapter 7 Playing Both Sides
The inn, used to receive high-ranking guests, is located in the northern part of the Markas Underground City. Since it
was converted from the original palace, it's more accurate to call it a castle than an inn. Its exterior is
a high-standard castle blending dwarven characteristics with the classical style of the Western Continent; the main building alone is over ten stories high, and
although there's an optical illusion, from below, the top tower almost
touches the city's rocky dome.
It's not just tall, but also incredibly large. The garden outside the main gate is so vast it could practically
be used as a parade ground—and this garden isn't just large; from the meticulously planted flowers
and trees to the uniquely designed fountains, every corner clearly shows that a great deal of money and time was invested
in its creation. Just admiring the scenery in the garden can while away a considerable amount of
time.
During dinner, this place was used as a banquet to welcome the troop delegation. In fact, judging by the scale, it might be more accurate
to call it a garden party, resembling a large-scale buffet-style garden party.
A white canopy stretched out in one corner of the garden, beneath which well-dressed chefs were preparing
various grilled meats and other dishes, using a large amount of exquisite sauces; the aroma alone was enough to make one's mouth water
.
Maids in maid outfits bustled about, many displaying
features of high-level beastmen, such as animal ears. Unable to resist the allure of the food, they would occasionally sneak a taste
, though a few unlucky ones were caught by the head maid and, of course, received a scolding. A little further away
, musicians played orchestral instruments, performing
to liven up the atmosphere without being overly noisy. The soup simmering with the fillings emitted a delicious herbal aroma.
And nearby, piles of fruit from various places were stacked up.
However, what attracted the guests most were the desserts, especially the delicious frozen treats rarely seen in this country.
For most Chinese people, the concept of frozen desserts was limited to simply drizzling fruit juice or honey over crushed ice
. But this time, what was presented was a dairy-based frozen treat called "ice cream."
Upon receiving the ice cream, served in small cups, everyone was initially intrigued, and then gathered around because of its deliciousness.
Many male guests played games like chess, frisbee, or archery, while children ran around, playfully fighting or chasing balloons and balls. 　　Mothers chatted about gossip or everyday matters
while watching their happy antics . 　　Carp and crucian carp swam in the small pond, and anglers skillfully cast their lines. The fish they caught 　　were cooked on the spot, a pleasure derived from their hobby. 　　"This is really nice. Hosting such a large group of guests seems more interesting than I imagined..." Xiang Qingsi 　　watched the lively and harmonious scene around her with great interest. She wore a blue, low-cut, midriff-baring silk dress, her high, firm breasts 　　almost spilling out from under the black gauze. Her slender waist and the high slit of her skirt 　　revealed glimpses of her fair, fleshy legs clad in high heels. Clearly, she had dressed specifically for the evening banquet, exuding 　　the unique charm of a mature woman. 　　As the guest of honor and hostess, she walked with Wisteria in the courtyard, checking if any guests were bored or 　　had any problems to resolve. Sometimes she greeted guests, and sometimes she was the one being greeted. The two arrived 　　at a viewing platform extending into the pond. Because it was reserved for the guests of honor, there were no other guests there, 　　only her two personal maids arranging tables, chairs, and food. 　　Observing Wisteria out of the corner of her eye, who handled the scene and her own hints and seduction with equal ease, 　　she felt increasingly interested in this man. Previously, despite being on opposing sides, she 　　had always tried to objectively understand this "opponent," and had always found him mysterious and attractive. 　　This person... it's hard to describe. Is it simply someone with boundless energy, or perhaps truly detached from worldly concerns? In any case, even 　　in my eyes, someone who has seen countless people, he is definitely a very special individual. 　　Regardless, an ordinary man repeatedly targeted would certainly harbor resentment. But Zi Teng seems 　　different. Although I've been targeting him, even going quite far this time, 　　he hasn't done anything to harm me, which is truly remarkable. 　　And it's not that he couldn't; in fact, from Zi Teng's perspective, at least this time, revenge 　　would be very simple. She only needs to incite the Changge Sect against her and her son. Facing 　　pressure from the Changge Sect, not only would her life be difficult, but even her son's position as heir apparent 　　would be in danger. 　　After all, the power of the Changge Sect cannot be overestimated: on the surface, they seem to be merely an organization assisting the King of Xiling underground and among the people , but in reality, these people are likely 　　the true rulers 　　of many aspects of this land . Even without the deal with them back then, the Yanhuang army wouldn't have been able to 　　cross the Moon Wheel Pass, known as the most dangerous pass in the world, let alone expect the Western Liang Kingdom to surrender. 　　And this is absolutely not unfounded worry, because compared to herself and her son, the relationship between Changge Sect and Ziteng 　　is clearly closer: Zhuge Qi is a member of the Xuanmen, while Ziteng's fiancée is the head of the Xuanmen; Ouyang Hua is a wealthy 　　merchant, and there are many intertwined interests between him and Ziteng's adoptive mother; then there's Xiahou Qin, 　　whose lineage is related to the King of Xiling, and was originally placed in Changge Sect as a counterbalancing force by the royal family. 　　Lin Xingchen deliberately arranged for Xiahou Qin to get close to Ziteng to monitor him, but in the end, it backfired, and she seems to 　　have become his woman wholeheartedly. 　　Although Gongsun Shu seems to be trying his best to maintain Changge Sect's neutrality on the issue of choosing an heir, 　　how long can he maintain it? He knows this person well; his actions are definitely not out of favoritism towards Lin Feng, but simply...

He simply didn't want internal conflict within the Prince's mansion; deep down, he was someone who absolutely respected objective facts rather than ethical traditions
. When faced with the crucial moment of having to choose sides, would such a person side with the traditional Lin Feng or
the clearly superior Zi Teng? The answer was obvious.
Perhaps it was precisely because he understood this that Lin Xingchen was now relentlessly pressuring his daughter to marry—
to completely sever Zi Teng's path to escaping the restrictions on inheritance due to her adopted son status.
Xiang Qingsi remained noncommittal about her husband's actions, even feeling somewhat uneasy. From the current feedback
, Yi Rou was already determined to fight to the death. Everyone in the Prince's mansion witnessed how unusual the relationship between Zi Teng and this younger sister was
. If that girl really did fight to the death, how would this man react?
Which side would the Changge Clan ultimately choose to stand on? The combined consequences of these two possible answers
were terrifying to contemplate.
Out of concern for such consequences, Xiang Qingsi was
prepared to inform Zi Teng of this matter at a crucial moment, even though it might greatly threaten her son's future position. Meanwhile, to prepare for the most extreme possible
scenario, she was determined to seize this opportunity to market herself as Wisteria's secret lover. Although this was somewhat absurd, she was willing to go all in, regardless 　　of the means
, to ensure her future status . 　　Of course, being very adept at both interpersonal relationships and romantic relationships, she also understood the 　　extreme contradictions of men. If you were too compliant and enthusiastic, they would think that something so easily obtained was not worth their attention; 　　but if you were too indifferent, they might find it too troublesome and lose interest. Therefore, as the final main course, 　　she couldn't be rushed into serving, but she also couldn't keep the other person waiting too long or too far away. On one hand, she needed to make him 　　smell the aroma and ask, and on the other hand, she needed to serve some appetizers to whet his appetite. 　　Having reaffirmed her understanding, Xiang Qingsi nodded and then naturally approached Zifeng 　　, standing side by side with him in front of the railing facing the pond. Surprisingly, this time he didn't seem to want to avoid her 　　; from a distance, their figures were almost touching. 　　"What? Not avoiding me now?" She turned and leaned against the railing, deliberately raising one leg slightly, 　　the snow-white, fleshy thigh beneath her flared skirt exuding a seductive aura. 　　"I discussed some things with Her Highness the Princess and figured out the current situation." Zifeng's 　　gaze swept over her exposed skin without any attempt at concealment, while answering casually. 　　"Madam, Second Young Master, you may take your seats." Chunxiang walked over and said softly during their conversation, and the two of them 　　went over and sat down opposite each other. 　　It was called taking their seats, but it was really just the two of them. Clearly, Xiang Qingsi had intentionally arranged it; 　　no other guests were allowed on this platform, only Chunxiang and Meixia, her two trusted maids, stood on either side of her. 　　"Just the two of us? Isn't that a bit too monotonous?" Looking around, Zifang 　　asked with a smile as she sat down. 　　"Isn't this good? I said before that we should talk privately. But isn't 　　it lonely and monotonous? It seems you prefer a larger group?" Having made that decision, 　　Xiang Qingsi spoke without restraint, her explicit language coupled with a seductive smile that concealed 　　a hint of lewdness, exuding a fatal allure to the opposite sex. 　　"I thought it would be a more private setting, but I didn't expect it to be in public. So, my stepmother 　　likes this kind of exciting activity?" Faced with her attitude, Zifang felt much more relaxed. 　　"So you managed to hook up with the princess so quickly? You've got a 　　knack for dealing with women." "Maybe it's because I'm gentle with all the women around me." "Be careful, it might backfire. You know, in some women's 　　eyes, a man who's gentle to everyone... how should I put it... is like 　　a woman who's open with her legs for everyone in a man's eyes." "Huh?" The sudden shift to a topic that felt like an education on love caught Zifang off 　　guard. He hadn't really considered this question, no, he could even say he'd never thought of it before. In the end, isn't it 　　women who understand women's hearts best? 　　"I didn't expect that you, my stepmother, would have such a girlish heart in this regard." Although he didn't really 　　believe that this woman, who could even sleep with her own son, could have such an ethereal girlish heart, he still 　　gave her a somewhat flattering reply. 　　"A girlish heart? Hahaha, you're really joking. What I have isn't that kind of thing, but rather 　　..." As he said this, Zifang felt something moving between his legs. Looking down 　　, he discovered that the tablecloth was cleverly arranged, extending to the ground in both directions facing the lake and the courtyard, completely concealing 　　everything under the table. However, the area in front of the two people sitting opposite him was very short. Through this ethereal obstruction, he could clearly 　　see a fleshy, beautiful foot extending between his legs. The delicate, white toes were incredibly agile, and 　　in no time, it pulled down his pants and pulled out his penis. 　　"The skill of a mature woman." Accompanied by Xiang Qingsi's seductive moan, her right foot, which had reached out from under the table, 　　was already teasing Zifang's penis. Her big toe was spread wide, then tightly clamped around the tip of his penis, 　　the two toes gently rubbing against the glans, quickly causing it to swell. 　　Faced with such teasing and service, Zi Teng smiled without saying a word, only lowering her gaze to carefully admire the lewd scene under the table. 　　He immediately noticed that the woman opposite him had indeed sexy feet, snow-white as jade, small and exquisite, 　　fair and lovely, with slender yet full ankles, long and slender feet, slightly high arches, beautiful curves, soft and boneless, and slender, 　　neat toes. Under the dual stimulation of visual enjoyment and the friction of his glans, his penis quickly swelled to its limit. 　　"It's really big, no wonder so many women are infatuated with you." Xiang Qingsi also quickly realized that the size of that penis 　　was beyond what her toes could handle, so she simply raised her left leg as well, using her feet to clamp the penis and move it up and down .i=63> He began to stroke the penis repeatedly, the rhythm gradually increasing, the force gradually increasing. While stroking, the big toes of both feet 　　separated from the other toes; one hooked at the bulging veins on the penis, while the other continued to stroke the glans.

The friction against his skin...
almost like public footjob, the stimulation was incredibly pleasurable and exciting for Zifeng. Looking up
at Xiang Qingsi opposite him, he noticed her expression was so wanton and alluring, her tongue lolling out from her lips,
licking them...
While footjob was stimulating, it wasn't as direct and effective as other forms of intercourse. More than ten minutes passed,
and although he felt great, Zifeng showed no signs of ejaculating. On the contrary, Xiang Qingsi, who had been diligently rubbing and jumping
, felt her legs weaken, and her pelvis was visibly trembling. "If your legs are tired, go
and rest for a while, Mother. We're not in a rush, are we?" he suggested.
"You little devil, you're so considerate," Xiang Qingsi said with a seductive smile, lowering her legs, "But I don't do
things that leave a man feeling awkward." But she clearly hadn't given up.
Just as Zifang was wondering how she would continue, she realized that the maid, Meixia, who had been standing opposite her,
had disappeared. However, the people in the courtyard outside wouldn't notice, not only because of the distance, but also because of
the sisters' positions: the taller and fuller-figured elder sister, Chunxiang, stood on the outside, and with their overlapping positions,
the younger sister, Meixia, was completely hidden by her. Whether she was there or not, it made no difference—she was completely invisible.
Almost at the same time, the still erect penis felt a warm breath approaching.
Zifang immediately realized what was happening and looked down. Sure enough, the girl with cute short pigtails was quietly approaching
between her legs under the table.
"Second Young Master's is really big, just like the legend says." Meixia said, staring
at the hard, erect penis in front of her with a foxy look, while slowly moving closer with her knee on the ground, the distance between her cherry-red lips and the glans
gradually decreasing.
"Isn't it a bit unfair to switch people, Madam?" Looking up at
Xiang Qingsi, who was observing her movements and expressions with great interest, Zifeng asked with a lewd smile.
"If I could, I'd like to taste your big thing myself, but there are too many people around,
so I'll have to let this girl have it for now. But like you said, there's no rush. Now that we've all talked,
we'll have plenty of opportunities later, won't we?" Xiang Qingsi maintained that smile, which was not only lewd
but also full of temptation.
"Wow..." While the two were talking, Meixia under the table had already gripped Zifeng's engorged and
terrifyingly large penis with her slender fingers, gently rubbing it while letting out a soft, unintelligible sigh
.
Waves of pleasure surged from her lower abdomen as the girl's small hands rubbed against her. Compared to the previous
unrestrained movements of Xiang Qingsi's legs, her hands, as a maid, were naturally much more careful and gentle. Zi Teng slightly narrowed her eyes, enjoying
this different style of service.
To become a princess's personal maid, one could not be an ordinary woman. In fact, both sisters
came from official families, possessing not only superior looks and figures but also noble birth and excellent upbringing. Furthermore, to be
used as tools for control when necessary, they underwent various meticulous trainings, including how to serve
men.
Having gone to such lengths to select and cultivate them, Xiang Qingsi naturally treated them as her trump cards
. Unless absolutely necessary, she would not send either of them to a man's bed; therefore, the elder sister, Chunxiang, remained
a virgin.
As for the younger sister, Meixia, although she was no longer a virgin, she had very few intimate encounters with men.
Unfortunately, this girl had an open personality, and after several years of that kind of training, her hidden lust was aroused
. After only a few experiences, she had already become addicted. So for her, sex was like a drug, something
she couldn't get enough of. Now, facing this hot, throbbing penis that she had never seen before, she
felt both surprised and itchy with desire.
"Ah?!" Just as Meixia was feeling euphoric while holding the penis, Xiang Qingsi impatiently
kicked her buttocks lightly from behind. The girl immediately understood and opened her mouth to suck on the penis.
The girl's tongue skillfully slid across the swallowed shaft, while her mouth, in an unbelievable way
, slowly and completely engulfed the penis. Long before it was fully inside, Zifang could clearly feel the glans pressing against
the soft flesh of her throat. Then, as Meixia's lips touched the skin of his groin, the glans was completely inside
her throat. When the penis was slowly pulled out again, it was covered in warm saliva.
"Second Young Master's Great Southern Kingdom is so amazing!" Meixia, finally pulling her mouth completely away from the penis, gagged twice
, then looked up at Zifang in a provocative voice.
"Did you like it?" Looking at his lewd expression, Zifang felt a surge of conquering pleasure. Not to mention
the high level of skill involved in deep throating, which demonstrated female submission, just being praised for his genitals by a woman was enough to give a man
a strong sense of accomplishment.
Misaki, lying under the table, didn't speak, but her actions spoke volumes. She stretched out her long, red tongue
and gently licked the swollen glans of the penis with its pink tip. Following the lubricating saliva
, Misaki's tongue circled the oval glans repeatedly.
After about two or three minutes, Misaki changed her rhythm, alternating between sucking and licking, sometimes taking
the entire penis into her mouth and sucking, sometimes licking the sensitive glans with her tongue.
When Misaki released the penis, its hard, hot shaft glistened alluringly with the clear saliva from her mouth
. Under the ample light streaming from the rocky dome, she could clearly admire
every detail of this penis, enough to drive any woman mad, even the thick, strong veins that bulged when it was erect
. "Wow...that's amazing,
it's so thick!" Misaki exclaimed, occasionally spitting out the penis in praise.
Meanwhile, because the girl servicing her was so skilled, Fujito began to relax completely .He relaxed, and soon enough, he simply slumped back in his chair, fully enjoying 　　the waves of pleasure emanating from his penis.

"Wow...so big..." Chunxiang, standing to the side, secretly peeked through the gap in the table,
silently admiring the sight. Her younger sister, when she took the penis into her mouth, tried to swallow the whole thing, but couldn't
manage it; a significant portion always protruded, demonstrating the penis's immense size. Although Chunxiang
was a virgin and more obedient and charming than her sister, she was far from being a naive girl ignorant of matters of the heart. Having received
considerable training in this area, she naturally recognized the allure of such a large penis, and a subtle stirring of desire stirred within her
, her breathing becoming almost imperceptibly rapid.
"That girl, Meixia, went to so much trouble to make him ejaculate, yet this guy is so persistent
..." Xiang Qingsi, sitting down, also seemed to be breathing rapidly, her crotch
becoming noticeably wet. "I really want to try it too..." She took a sip of the fruit wine from her glass, her sweet lips savoring
the aroma of the wine or something else entirely.
However, neither the guests at the opposite table nor the servers under the table seemed to notice their subtle changes.
Mika continued to serve diligently, first taking the penis into her mouth and stroking it back and forth, then constantly
licking it with her pink tongue, showing no signs of soreness or numbness despite the prolonged time. She first licked
Shota's glans and urethra in circles, then moved to the coronal sulcus. Each time she licked the glans, she would deliberately
look up at Fujido with an extremely lewd gaze. That expression seemed to convey an extremely obscene
message.
In such a lively and joyous courtyard gathering, no one would have imagined
that a man and a woman were engaging in such behavior at the table where the main guests were seated. Completely relaxed, Fujido involuntarily spread her legs wide
, fully enjoying the sucking and licking of the girl beneath her. Misaki diligently licked the thick, hard penis with her tongue
, then sucked on the glans with all her might, seemingly determined to make him ejaculate.
"I want it! I want the Second Young Master's semen, I want it..." Misaki seemed unable to extricate herself from her rising emotions
. One hand had already slipped under her skirt. She panted as she released the penis and said this to Zifeng.
"Then you'll have to put in more effort." Although it was indeed very pleasurable, and she was already feeling the urge to ejaculate
, Zifeng was not one to show weakness, even when his opponent was a woman. Therefore, he simply continued to sit comfortably
in the chair, letting Misaki suck on his already eager penis.
"Okay, watch me..." Misaki muttered to herself in ecstasy,
feeling the pulse of his lust intensely through her right hand that was gripping Zifeng's penis. "Give it to me..." Misaki murmured repeatedly, while focusing even more
intently on sucking the throbbing penis before her, sometimes gently biting the glans with her teeth, sometimes tightly holding
the shaft in her lips.
"Oh..." Fujito finally let out a comfortable moan. This made Misaki even more excited and intense, continuing
to suck Fujito's penis from the base to the tip with her warm, wet mouth, while her hands constantly caressed his testicles
.
"Little slut... do you really want it that much? Then try harder!" The sensation in her lower body grew more and more intense, and
Fujito couldn't help but reach out and grab the girl's hair, pressing the head of his penis against her throat again and again.
"Oh... ooh... mmm..." Misaki's mouth made indistinct sounds mixed with excitement and pain, her head
instinctively pulling away. Zifang didn't care about her slight resistance and discomfort. At this moment, he only felt
as if something similar to urine was about to rush out of his urethra, a sign that he was about to ejaculate. This
feeling made him quicken his movements, his penis thrusting in and out of the girl's mouth more intensely,
slamming against her throat.
"Good! Here it comes! You little slut! Here you go!" Zifang suddenly growled. His penis then
twitched in Meixia's mouth, followed by a large gush of white, cloudy liquid. Meixia swallowed
several mouthfuls with difficulty, but finally couldn't resist the continuous flow, and in the blink of an eye, she looked like she was about to gag. Noticing
everything, Zifang calmly put away her hair and pulled his penis, which was still ejaculating, out of her mouth
. Then, a lot of white, sticky substance intermittently sprayed onto Meixia's somewhat dazed face and
hair.
After the last ejaculation, Misha cleaned the penis with her tongue, then put it
back in its place and adjusted Fujii's pants. She stayed under the table for a while before emerging, her face now
clean of semen. Just like when she went in, all her movements were perfectly
concealed by her sister Haruka's body. The two sisters stood side-by-side behind Xiang Qingsi, as if nothing
had happened.
"The appetizer was good, wasn't it? Now enjoy the main course." Looking at Fujii's blissful expression after ejaculation, Xiang Qingsi
smiled blatantly, already picking up her cutlery. "Oh? So this is the main course? I thought it would be…" Fujii 　　smiled
as she looked at the food on her plate … 　　Twenty minutes later, the two finished their meal and got up from the platform. "Speaking of which, where did your aunts go 　　?" Xiang Qingsi suddenly asked, seemingly remembering something. 　　"They're over there." Wisteria led her to the edge of the venue, pointing to 　　an area enclosed by a wall of earth, off-limits to unauthorized personnel. 　　There, representatives from Fiari Heavy Industries were receiving guests interested in arms purchases—mainly 　　the ladies of the Xiang family and their accompanying advisors; several young men from the Xiang family were 　　also surprisingly present. A shooting range had been set up to allow 　　them to experience the power of various magical weapons firsthand. Wisteria, who had always received special treatment from Fiari Heavy Industries, 　　was naturally happy to help them close deals. 　　To prevent stray bullets or shrapnel from causing unnecessary danger, "targets" were placed far away on the other side of the crowd 　　, basically made from leftover construction debris from city repairs. Further back ...The walls were built with piles of soil, and a perimeter was set up to prevent anyone from accidentally entering the dangerous area.

At the shooting positions, several prototype magical weapons transported from the military camp were being assembled and tested. During this
time, Fiali Heavy Industries had arranged for guests to experience shooting with portable, small, magic-powered pneumatic guns, equipped by their security forces
. Behind the shooting positions, several Mrs. Xiang and their entourages,
under the guidance and supervision of their staff, could fire at targets fifty meters away until they were satisfied. This was Fiali Heavy Industries' usual sales strategy: first, impress potential 　　buyers
with these cutting-edge, non-saleable equipment , and then business would be easier to negotiate. 　　Currently occupying one of the three shooting positions was Hu Yuehong. This woman seemed 　　indifferent to her appearance; even attending the banquet, she hadn't put on makeup or changed her clothes. Perhaps, in her mind 　　, the real purpose of this event was more than the superficial banquet itself. Fortunately, naturally 　　beautiful women don't need much dressing up, and the almost men's formal attire suited her perfectly. 　　Whether she realized it or not, this outfit undeniably gave her a 　　unique charm that appealed to both men and women. 　　Following the instructions, she gripped the gun firmly, aimed, and pulled the trigger. The gunshot and 　　the recoil, as if about to smash her shoulder, almost made her vision go black and white. 　　Gasping, dumbfounded… that look of astonishment, even a slight daze, struck a chord with Zifang, who was passing by 　　. Yes, she had felt the same way the first time she tried this weapon—the first shot 　　startled her; the second, a profound, inexplicable fear; the third, she fully 　　experienced its power; after the fourth, she wished the weapon in her hand could be hers… 　　…Finally, after more than ten shots, she had completely grasped the utter despair of fighting an enemy equipped with countless such weapons 　　! 　　Yes, despair! The penetrating power surpassed that of small artillery, and the unimaginable rapid continuous firing capability was astounding. Watching 　　the piled-up bricks crumble rapidly after being pierced by the shots, it was hard to believe 　　that such immense power originated from such an unassuming weapon—it wasn't even as long as a musket! 　　And the weapons used for demonstration and experience weren't limited to this. Lin Feng, seemingly uninterested in shooting, stood 　　before a semi-humanoid target. This target clearly simulated a heavily armored soldier, not only in its resemblance in appearance 　　but also in its single-piece metal construction. 　　Lin Feng was fiddling with a somewhat unusual sword. Its unusual features included a thick hilt and blade 　　, seemingly deviating from the conventional design of such a sharp weapon; and a 　　hidden door at the rear of the hilt that could be opened, revealing that most of the hilt was hollow. 　　Following the instructions of the staff around him, he placed the ruby-colored fire-elemental magic crystal into the hidden space inside the secret door, 　　sealed it, and pressed a certain mechanism while gripping the sword hilt… With a somewhat irritating metallic burning 　　sound, the seemingly not-so-sharp blade displayed a visual effect as if it had been heated to a red-hot state. 　　He slashed down forcefully, sparks and liquefied metal fragments flying before his eyes, and 　　the metal target, exactly the same size and thickness as a human upper body, was directly sliced in two! Lin Feng's gaze lingered in astonishment between the target that had been cut in two and 　　the red-hot blade in his hand. He had heard of swords that could cut through iron like mud, but 　　a sword that could so easily slice through a metal block of this size and thickness was truly unheard of. 　　Zifang didn't pay much attention to his reaction, but was instead drawn to an unexpected scene on the other side—Xiang 　　Ziyuan was also there, and even more unexpectedly, this young lady, who looked like a refined lady from a wealthy family, was also interested in weapons 　　. Most unexpectedly, what she was experiencing was a rather large weapon for a single soldier— 　　the workers from Fiari Heavy Industries were taking out small, portable, pneumatically powered rockets from a box. These 　　rocket-like weapons, housed in cylindrical metal tubes, were usually used to destroy fortifications, but were also said to possess 　　the ability to penetrate the frontal armor of magic-powered mechs, making them a terrifyingly 　　powerful weapon for a single soldier. 　　The appearance of this item was somewhat of an exception, because in principle, it wasn't 　　a high-end piece of equipment exclusive to the Fiari Heavy Industries private army. Even the Left Dragon Guard had a small number of them. Although the accuracy was somewhat poor, especially 　　when dealing with moving targets, it was quite powerful by the standards of a single-soldier weapon and had armor-piercing capabilities. Therefore, 　　in tactical plans, it was used to destroy small bunkers during infantry assaults or as a 　　last resort when infantry were fighting against large orc units such as Kodo beasts. 　　Perhaps influenced by her mother, this young lady didn't change her dress, and her makeup 　　was only light. However, this didn't detract from her almost innate sense of propriety—the white dress was perfectly appropriate as a banquet dress, and the light makeup 　　subtly enhanced 　　her already picturesque beauty . 　　However, the young lady looked completely bewildered as she received the rather heavy metal cylinder. This reaction 　　made Zifang think that this young lady probably had no idea what the object in her hand was. Perhaps she 　　had only come along because her mother and fiancé were there, or perhaps 　　she had only gotten involved out of curiosity and boredom. 　　Following the staff's instructions, Xiang Ziyuan awkwardly hoisted the heavy metal cylinder onto 　　her shoulder. Then, because the front end, with its sights and safety device, was very heavy and the center of gravity was too high to control, she 　　adopted a crouching firing posture. It was then that Zifang noticed the rather excessively large sights. 　　Unlike the rudimentary mechanical sights on similar weapons in her army, this was clearly an optical sight, similar to a telescope 　　. 　　"Before launch, make sure the danger zone behind you is clear." "Okay...okay, um... 　　backwards safety confirmed." Perhaps worried that the girl's arm strength wasn't enough to withstand the recoil 　　, the staff member, after giving final instructions, bent down and used one hand to help her hold down the launch tube. Xiang Ziyuan 　　nervously turned back to check before finally pressing the trigger. A 　　roaring burst of high-pressure gas was released from the rear, and the warhead shot out of the launch tube, accelerating forward. Despite someone...

Despite being helped to hold it down, the resulting recoil caused Xiang Ziyuan to fall flat on her backside,
her posture completely ruined as her legs snapped into a V-shape. If she hadn't been wearing a long skirt, her underwear
would have been completely exposed. Simultaneously, due to her posture, the projectile veered off target,
flying upwards at an angle.
"Don't dawdle, keep aiming!" "Yes...yes!" Following the staff's reminder, Xiang Ziyuan steadied the firing
barrel and continued aiming the sight at the target metal cylinder. The next moment, an astonishing change occurred—
the projectile, seemingly possessed, altered its trajectory and flew precisely towards the target.
"I see..." In an instant, Ziyuan understood
the difference between this weapon and similar equipment in her army: it clearly possessed some kind of tracking function and was very easy to control; simply
keeping the sight aimed at the target was enough for tracking.
Meanwhile, the missile had already hit its target. Faced with the metal jet generated by the Neumann effect (using the internal tension of metal to cause explosives
to explode in a funnel shape, concentrating energy in the concave center and triggering a high-speed metal
jet in the direction of the funnel), even a metal pillar as thick as a giant tree could not withstand it, instantly
being completely pierced and blown in half.
Everyone was dumbfounded. Xiang Ziyuan remained seated in an unseemly posture, motionless. Normally, such an
extremely undignified appearance would have earned her a scolding from her mother, but this time she wasn't. It wasn't because Hu Yuehong had changed her personality, but because
she was completely too preoccupied with such trivial matters—it was no exaggeration to say that at this moment,
the overwhelming gap between them and the most advanced Western military technology was clearly laid bare before them.
Immediately, various questions popped into her mind: "How were these things made?"
Of course, the other side wouldn't reveal their secret technology, and given the vast technological gap, even if they did, it
would likely only leave them completely bewildered.
The only thing they could roughly understand was that these weapons were
assemblies made from countless intricate parts, utilizing advanced technology derived from a top-tier magical civilization of ancient times. They possessed
power far exceeding that of this era.
The next question was: "How can you sell them to us?" In a sense, this was
the question the other party most wanted to hear. Unfortunately, the answer was that these were non-sale items limited to internal company use.
However, this didn't completely dissuade the customers, as they were soon informed that similar equipment was available for sale
—the weapons currently being assembled. While not as advanced, their overall level wouldn't be lower than
the average of Western regular armies.
Most people were relieved upon receiving this answer. After all, since they could buy things available on the market,
the inability to buy their internally exclusive items wasn't a serious problem.
Only one person was an exception: Triss, who seemed to have been observing coldly the whole time. As a shrewd businesswoman
, she had clearly prepared for the banquet. A high-slit, low-cut red evening gown complemented her long, red hair
, creating a striking visual contrast of fiery red. The partially exposed full breasts and almost entirely unconcealed long, white
legs exuded a powerful, alluring sensibility that could be felt from afar.
In her eyes, as a seasoned corporate spy, items traded through legitimate channels were meaningless
; it was precisely the exclusive equipment of the Fiari Heavy Industries private army that radiated irresistible charm. Those
portable, magic-powered pneumatic weapons had always been the patent of Fiari Heavy Industries; no one else had the capability
to manufacture such sophisticated weapons in such a small form. Therefore, despite the uncertainty of replicating them, militaries and arms dealers from various countries
still tried every means to obtain samples. While they weren't unavailable on the black market, Fiari Heavy Industries clearly
held back—those that made it onto the black market had been specially tampered with, key components integrated
into a single unit. This meant that any form of analysis was tantamount to destructive disassembly, offering
negligible value for research.
As for the ones used in this demonstration, I had personally witnessed the guards disassembling and reassembling them for testing purposes.
If I could get my hands on one or two… unfortunately, that seemed like a pipe dream, certainly
not at this moment—to prevent theft, each one was secured with two chains,
limiting movement to various firing positions, and each was monitored one-on-one. From loading and aiming to triggering
, the guards appeared to be carefully instructing us novices, but their
eyes remained constantly vigilant.
So, if all these people were bribed… Unfortunately, successfully bribing the staff of Fiari Heavy Industries
seems to be unprecedented across the entire continent.
Triss, muttering to herself with a self-deprecating laugh, "Don't be ridiculous!" reluctantly returned the pneumatic gun to the guard before her, then thanked him for his kind guidance and
left the firing position.
What pulled everyone back from their shock was the demonstration of the assembled and tested pneumatic assault cannon and medium-sized field magic cannon
.
The former looked somewhat like an enlarged version of those previously test-fired, supported on the ground by a multi-angled stabilizing bracket
, with an operating position on each side. Two gunners demonstrated and explained, essentially saying that the person on the left controlled the elevation , and the person
on the right controlled the firing arc. Both could control burst fire or continuous fire using pedals under their feet.
The demonstration target was a brick wall about three or four hundred meters away. Accompanied by a somewhat terrifying "rat-a-tat-tat
" sound, just three or five shells shattered the target into pieces. The sight
sent chills down Hu Yuehong and Long Qianxun's spines. While this weapon was undeniably cumbersome and its rate of fire seemed inferior to the previous non-sale items
, its range and power were far superior. Most importantly, this weapon, capable of inflicting dense fire, was extremely lethal
against both traditional ground forces accustomed to dense formations and the
poorly defended wooden warships still widely used in Eastern cultures! But this wasn't all; the weapons that followed made them
even more terrified.
"Next, we will be demonstrating the firing of the medium-sized field magic cannon. Please gather around here..."
"All areas, proceed." Guided by staff, the group moved to a safer, more distant area. A short distance away
, there was something resembling a traditional cannon but completely different—its barrel wasn't
a typical cylinder, but rather looked like two parallel iron rods or plates.
To Hu Yuehong, who wanted to get closer, a staff member said, "It's very dangerous, please don't approach.
" She could only shrug and stop.
Then, under a commander's orders, the three gunners each completed their tasks: one installed the sights
and adjusted them using the horizon and red and white markers; another transferred the high-energy magic crystal to the corresponding position
; and then the person standing at the breech gripped a pair of handles with both hands, using their own magic to activate the firing mechanism.
"Fire!" First, the parallel steel pipes suddenly burst with explosive flames, then the flames
were forced towards the breech by some force, gathering into a dazzling fireball, which was then launched, and finally…
"Fire… now!" Black smoke billowed from the target area, followed by a delayed, resounding
explosion that shook the ground. The high-temperature compressed fireballs burned through the ground before exploding underground, creating
a volcanic eruption-like force.
Then came continuous firing; dazzling fireballs rose from the earth, explosions booming like thunder. Just three
or four shots had completely scorched an area nearly a kilometer square in the distance.
Seeing this, Hu Yuehong's breathing quickened. In a daze, she seemed to see the cavalry and heavy infantry being pulverized
, even a phantom of a fortified city engulfed and destroyed by the flames.
Shocked as she was, the event eventually ended, and everyone left. The staff packed up and left
, but Hu Yuehong remained motionless, lost in thought, her expression conflicted. She seemed troubled by something. Since the guest
hadn't left, Zifang, as the hostess, naturally had to stay as well.
Also not leaving was Long Qianxun, who continued to watch the area previously bombarded.
Although Her Highness had been very low-key in her previous behavior, her attire was anything but. Her black
Western-style dress featured a high-waisted design that reached almost to her waist. As she walked, her long, smooth, porcelain-like
legs were constantly being revealed. The upper part of the dress had a design that exposed her shoulders, and coupled with
the deep V-neck, although the overall coverage of her chest wasn't particularly large, it still drew attention to
the beautiful valley that was prominently displayed.
However, Her Highness's request was much more relaxed, showing a determined attitude. "Excuse me,
could you tell me again… what is the maximum range of this weapon?" Seeing the last staff member about to leave,
she hurriedly followed to ask, after all, in naval warfare, range was a huge advantage.
"Hmm… if we're just looking at distance, theoretically, about ten kilometers should be the limit."
"The staff member gave an uncertain answer. Of course, this is only the theoretical maximum range.
The peak power of a single charge of a magic cannon has its limits, and it needs to be used for both killing and firing simultaneously. As the saying goes, one rises and the other falls. Forcibly pursuing
the range will inevitably lead to a significant decrease in power. Moreover, in actual combat, due to the limitations of aiming and observation, this
data is actually meaningless. But he felt it was unnecessary and impossible to explain this to these laymen, so he just
gave the most frightening number.
" "You said ten kilometers?!" No wonder Hu Long Qianxun was so shocked. In the traditional naval warfare mode of the Eastern Continent,
the entire battlefield width probably wouldn't even reach that number. She immediately came to a conclusion, "With or without
such a weapon, war is probably a completely different concept!" Which idiot was so determined to oppose
equipping the ironclad ships purchased for the navy with magic weapons?! She couldn't help but reflect on herself like this.
"Wait a minute! Also! Those iron giants we saw during the day! Can they also be sold? If so,
what's the approximate price?!" "Next to ask a question was Hu Yuehong, who had recovered from her conflicted thoughts. Perhaps
not fully calm yet, and given that it involved her most pressing concerns, her emotions and behavior were overly
agitated; she even grabbed the other person's arm without regard for her image.
Knowing the woman's identity was unusual, the staff member couldn't easily shake her off, but instead didn't answer. Instead,
she looked towards Zifeng, and what puzzled Zifeng was that it wasn't a pleading look, but an inquiring
one.
Why would she need his opinion on such a question? Zifeng was puzzled, but she
couldn't ignore the situation, and if she refused, she couldn't guarantee that this overly agitated Miss Hu wouldn't
give up easily. So she nodded.
"That model is not allowed to be sold in principle, but if you have special permission, you can buy it
..." "Special permission? How do I get that?!" Before the other person could finish speaking, she pressed on urgently
.
"Um...that...it's hard to explain...so..." Faced with such aggressive questioning
, the staff member looked troubled and glanced at Zifang again. This left him completely bewildered, and Hu Yuehong immediately noticed
him, her face showing that conflicted expression from before.
"And because we need to smooth things over with various departments, we have to significantly increase the price. As for the specific price, converted
to silver, which your country uses as hard currency, it's approximately this amount." Seeing that Zifang didn't react, seemingly misunderstanding,
the staff member, having received permission, wrote down a set of numbers in his notebook as he answered.
"Eight...eight hundred thousand taels?!" "Perhaps due to the immense shock, Hu Yuehong's legs trembled, and she collapsed
to the ground with a thud, her stunned face twitching intermittently.
Long Qianxun was equally dumbfounded. Although she knew this item was expensive, the price before her
far exceeded her expectations. She had handled the purchase of an ironclad warship for just over 1.6 million taels of silver—
only twice the price of this.
The staff, finally able to escape, quickly left, while Hu Yuehong remained slumped on the ground,
her symptoms seemingly worsening, her entire body appearing to convulse.
""Aunt, are you alright?" Fearing something might have happened, Zifang approached and asked, while simultaneously reaching out to touch her eye.
He waved his hand to check if his eyes could still focus, but Hu Yuehong suddenly opened her eyes and grabbed his hand.
"That... that special permit, you could get it, right? Just now... I was looking for you, and...
you bought it too..." Just now? He really didn't know why... and back then,
Lux was basically the one who handled the purchase...
"You're bothering me... let's get up first." While recalling what he had just said, Zifang gently
lifted her upper body. "If possible, I'll try my best to help." Although he wasn't sure if he
could really help, he was happy to do her a favor, and more importantly, this Miss Hu was
clearly acting strangely, and if he didn't calm her down, she might do something even more outrageous.
Then, it seemed to have a counterproductive effect: "Really? You're willing to help... That's great, really
great..." The next moment, Hu Yuehong, overcome with emotion, suddenly hugged him tightly. The firm
and large breasts pressed against him, combined with her rising body temperature and the fragrance of a certain southern flower
, all stimulated him, and he momentarily forgot to push her away.
"Oh, oh, oh... having a lot of fun, huh? So you like this kind of thing, sister-in-law. I never would have guessed
..." Even though the two of them were somewhat oblivious to their surroundings, there was someone else nearby, Long Qianxun,
watching with interest, commenting as he did so.
"Ah?!" Seemingly finally snapping out of it, Hu Yuehong abruptly pushed away the man in her arms and stood up,
almost jumping back a large step, a barely perceptible blush hidden beneath her flustered expression.
"Alright, you've seen it too, she's obviously fine, so ignore her. Come with me to check the shelling target area
; I want to confirm it up close." Completely ignoring the somewhat flustered Hu Yuehong, Long Qianxun directly stepped
between the two, not only pressing her entire body against Zi Teng instantly, but also pulling his arms between her
breasts, even subtly "attracting" his hands to her most private
parts through her skirt—because there was no one else around, this already unrestrained princess appeared
exceptionally brazen, and as for Hu Yuehong, who was so close, she simply gave her a provocative smile.
"Eh...wait...me too..." Clearly provoked by that gaze, Hu
Yuehong, her face flushed crimson, reflexively stretched out her right hand, but ultimately couldn't utter a complete sentence. Watching the two figures gradually disappear into the distance, their
backs pressed together, her eyes and expression were so complex—resentment, annoyance, shyness, disdain...and some
inexplicable envy she couldn't quite explain. Finally, her right hand fell limply, she sighed quietly,
lowered her head, and turned to leave.
The demonstration area and the playing area were separated by an artificial lake, a choice clearly made to maximize
the safety of the guests. Zifang was somewhat lightheaded as Long Qianxun pulled her to the lakeside, her right arm and hand
experiencing the softness, firmness, fuzziness, and slight dampness of the fabric, separated only by a layer of silk—clearly, just
like in the afternoon, this princess with a hidden exhibitionist tendency was completely
naked under her alluring dress.
Although it was a scenic lake, it was quite wide, and going around it was clearly impractical. Fortunately, there were several
small, double-oared boats nearby for leisure, relaxation, or fishing. "Looks like I'll have to trouble you, Marshal, to ferry me across,"
Long Qianxun said teasingly, finally releasing his hand.
Zifeng stepped onto a small boat first, and after regaining her footing, turned and gentlemanly extended her hand to Long Qianxun on the shore
. However, this rather quirky princess did not respond like a lady. Instead, she took
several steps back, then lifted her skirt, took a running start, and leaped onto the boat, crashing straight into his arms.
The sudden impact caused Zifeng to stagger, but she instantly understood the woman's intentions. She then
leaned back, and the two fell into the cabin, embracing each other. The half-high gunwale of the boat perfectly concealed
their bodies, with only a few strands of hair occasionally peeking out with the lake breeze and the swaying of the boat.
"Your Highness, even if you're eager, you can't act so recklessly. What if the boat capsizes?"
Feeling the soft body writhing and radiating desire in her arms, Zi Teng savored her softness and fragrance while
saying this with a mix of amusement and exasperation.
"Hehe…that would be even better! We can try doing it directly in the water. Don't let the appearance fool you,
I'm a very good swimmer, I'll definitely give you an incredibly pleasurable experience." Long Qianyu didn't care at all. Instead, she gently
lifted Zi Teng's chin and pressed her lips, painted with lipstick, against hers. At the same time, one hand
was already on Zi Teng's crotch, her nimble fingers beginning to unbutton his pants.
Had she become even more eager to be with him after seeing the weapon demonstration? Zi Teng, already fully aware of this woman's intentions and
desires, was happy to enjoy it. So she gently closed her eyes, relaxed, and
handed the initiative to her.
Having taken the initiative, Long Qianxun immediately demonstrated the experience of a mature woman. Instead of rushing
into a passionate kiss, she first extended her soft, wet tongue, gently licking Zi Teng's lips.
"Mmm...hmm?" For a young, vigorous man, such a teasing kiss was irresistible.
Before long, Zi Teng, unable to contain his desire, suddenly kissed her lips. But he was immediately met with a counterattack—taking advantage of
his insatiable demands, Long Qianxun forcefully invaded his mouth with her tongue. However, he wasn't
one to be passively attacked. Almost instantly, a thicker tongue retaliated, invading Long Qianxun
's mouth. The two wet, slippery tongues, upon entering each other's mouths, began to lick and explore in perfect harmony.
"Ah...mmm..." "Hmm...ha..." The two showed no restraint whatsoever, tightly
embracing and kissing, their intertwined bodies swaying with the rocking of the small boat.
When their tongues touched and intertwined, both of them felt a tingling sensation throughout their bodies.i=62> They seemed completely melted under the other's tongue, which writhed like a small snake. Their rapidly burning desire made their movements 　　even more intense; Long Qianxun's hands forcefully squeezed into the gap between the wisteria's body and the bottom of the boat, seemingly in an embrace.

Her nails almost dug into the skin beneath her clothes, as if she were intensely craving the masculine scent hidden within
. Wisteria's hands were beneath her long skirt, one caressing her smooth thigh, the other's fingers already embedded
in her snow-white buttocks, the bulge of her trousers directly facing the visibly damp crevice beneath the skirt.
After a long, passionate kiss, they reluctantly parted their lips, slowly
withdrawing their tongues from each other's mouths.
"Huff...huff..." Long Qianxun, half-sitting up, seemed not yet fully recovered from her passion, panting and
gazing down at the man she needed so deeply.
Due to the distance and position, Wisteria could clearly see the exquisite curves accentuated by her black deep-V evening gown
and the large expanse of her fair skin. Her tall, well-proportioned figure, combined with her alluring face, made
the woman before him exude a beauty capable of bewitching any man.
At the same moment, Long Qianxun's hand reached out without warning and grabbed his belt. Zifang
retaliated without hesitation, reaching out to grasp one of his beautiful, fleshy breasts, her index finger lightly touching
the nipple that was already noticeably hard and erect beneath the silk.
"Ah!" Long Qianxun's body trembled immediately, as if she had been electrocuted. "Hehe...you
naughty guy..." Zifang giggled, gently unbuckling his belt and pulling
down his formal trousers and underwear. Instantly, his erect penis sprang out, standing imposingly before
her.
"Wow...it's still so big!" Long Qianxun was overjoyed, as if she had seen a treasure. Although she had fully
witnessed the power of this great southern beast that afternoon, this reunion still made her face reveal a joyful and
demanding expression.
"Your Highness, we're on the shore, people will see us!" Seeing her anxious expression,
Zifeng quickly reminded her.
"It's alright, you row your boat, leave everything to me. Anyway, no one can see your lower body from the outside."
As she said this, Long Qianxun moved her body backward, almost lying face down in the cabin, positioning her head
directly in front of his genitals, and began to slowly stroke his slightly throbbing, hot penis with her delicate, snow-white hands.
"Mmm..." Zifeng immediately felt a subtle sensation rising from between her legs, her limbs involuntarily stretching
out. But she didn't forget her part-time job as a boatman, sitting up straight, gripping
the oars on both sides, and quickly rowing the small boat away from the shore.
Meanwhile, in the small cabin, Long Qianxun, still lying face down, extended her wet, pink tongue
, using its nimble tip to lick the dark brown glans of his penis in circles.
"Oh..." The sensitive area was attacked, and Zifang couldn't help but let out a soft moan, her paddling
unconsciously slowing down.
After licking for a while, Long Qianxun began to try to take the engorged penis into her mouth. Although
the space in her mouth was limited, she could only take half of it in, but due to her skillful oral sex,
the penis soon swelled further, thrusting against her throat.
While trying to maintain the rhythm of her paddling amidst the pleasure, Zifang quietly looked down at the noble
princess sucking her penis between her legs in a lewd manner. A thrill mixed with a sense of conquest welled up within
her, especially with Long Qianxun's long, flowing hair wafting between her legs with her lewd breaths
, a scene of lewdness mixed with beauty that she found irresistible. With the rising pleasure in her glans, her
breathing became rapid, and her buttocks unconsciously thrust forward with the paddling motion.
Sensing the change in the man's body as she served him, Long Qianxun smiled knowingly. Although she couldn't
make a clear sound, she responded with her actions, stroking his penis back and forth with her mouth while
her tongue joined the fray, frequently stimulating the sensitive coronal sulcus and glans. This made Zifeng's breathing
heavier, and her own sexual desire intensified.
After several minutes of oral sex, perhaps feeling they were far enough from the shore, or perhaps
unable to suppress her lust any longer, Long Qianxun became noticeably bolder. She released his penis, turned around, then lifted
her skirt and knelt on the edge of the cabin, raising her buttocks. In an instant, her completely soaked, wanton vulva was fully revealed
before Zifeng's eyes—just as he had sensed before, there was absolutely nothing covering her beneath her skirt.
"Come on..." Long Qianxun turned her head, revealing a lewd smile, and swayed her buttocks, displaying her
fleshy cleft covered in tender flesh. The pubic hair above occasionally emitted a dark, glossy sheen, exuding the unique allure of a mature woman
—the moist pubic hair was not only thick and dense, but her labia below were also plump and tempting.
The lewd fluid constantly seeping from her labia made her entire vulva shiny and oily, while the pink honey hole between her labia opened and closed
, seemingly eager for something thick and hard to enter.
"Hurry up and put it in..." she pleaded in a lewd tone, moving her body to press her honey hole against the glans
, rubbing it a few times before forcefully sticking her buttocks up with her legs and beginning to swallow the tip of the penis with her honey hole.
"Ah...ha!" Zifang, naturally, wouldn't hold back against her initiative. Following the paddling motion, she leaned back,
her arms straining, and thrust her lower body forward with a powerful shove. Her penis, already overflowing with fluids,
plunged in with a "plop," the glans hitting a soft mound of flesh. The forceful impact
made Long Qianxun shudder, letting out a trembling cry, followed by a series of spasmodic convulsions
. During this time, she clearly felt the walls of her vagina contracting, and her cervix, almost pierced by the glans
, contracting in the same rhythm.
"Really, be a little gentler..." Long Qianxun turned back, her eyes now filled with seductive
allure, complaining in a coquettish voice.
"What's wrong? Shouldn't Your Highness, as a wanton and mature woman, prefer this simpler, more
direct approach?"Wisteria laughed, without stopping her movements. The tight,
hot water bottle-like friction of her penis upon entry, especially the intense pleasure of being gripped so tightly at the cervix when it struck.
He couldn't resist, not to mention the continuous paddling motion wouldn't allow him to stop.
Following the movement of pulling the paddle out of the water, his body leaned forward, his lower body naturally pulling back, his penis withdrawing from her vagina.
The friction of the vaginal walls, coated with her fluids, especially the two forceful sucking motions between the cervix and vaginal opening against the glans—a sincere plea
to keep him there—excited him both physically and mentally. As his penis gradually withdrew, a large amount of her fluids were pumped out
.
"How dare you! How dare you call me lewd! I'll punish you for your disrespect… Ah! Ya! Ha!" Long Qianxun
appeared angry, but her sweet voice told him it was an act. Zi Teng didn't hold back, continuously thrusting his penis into her clitoris with the paddling motion. The vibrant 　　contractions of her cervix and vagina, like kisses and sucking, delighted him, driving Long Qianxun to moan
repeatedly , her fluids splattering. 　　"Your Highness, you have so much fluid! If this keeps accumulating, I'm really worried the boat will sink." Looking 　　at the small puddles of semen forming at the bottom of the boat, 　　Zifang joked to distract herself from the increasingly intense tingling pleasure that was affecting her control of the vessel. 　　"Hoo...ha...you...ah...I just...ah...didn't..." But Long Qianxun seemed to have 　　no strength left to retaliate against his sarcasm. The intense pleasure from the vigorous thrusting made her body 　　gradually go limp. Her buttocks, which she tried to raise, continued to channel the violent impacts throughout her body. The force was so great that even her 　　body, which was not particularly fleshy, was pounded, creating faint white waves. The swaying of the boat made it difficult for her to maintain her balance. 　　She had to spread her arms and grab the gunwale with all her might. Her whole body was in a strange mating posture, like an insect or reptile 　　. The words she tried to utter were broken by the continuous screams of the waves... 　　After another eight or nine minutes, they finally reached the center of the lake. Long Qianxun's hands seemed to have lost 　　their strength. Under the combined effect of the impact of the wisteria and the swaying of the boat, she lay on the cabin, 　　looking limp and weak. 　　"What's wrong? Is Your Highness seasick? How about resting in my arms?" Looking around, they were quite a 　　distance from the shore. Without hesitation, Zifeng released the oars, bent down, and pulled Long Qianxun's somewhat limp body 　　into his arms, kissing her neck and ears while his hips moved vigorously up and down. 　　"Ah?! Ah...no, don't go so fast...ahhh!" Already nearly 　　orgasmed from the forceful thrusting that accompanied the rowing, Long Qianxun couldn't help but beg for mercy as she was subjected to this rapid and intense attack. 　　Zifeng, however, seemed not to hear her, instead slowing his breathing and speeding up his movements. 　　"Ugh...ah...ah..." Long Qianxun continuously emitted wanton and disordered moans, saliva dripping from the corners of her mouth, flowing down 　　to the hollow of her collarbone. She looked sexy and wanton. Zifeng supported her body with one hand and used the other 　　to turn her face up, forcefully kissing her lips that were unable to close due to her moans and cries. "Gurgle...gurgle..." "Sizzle 　　...splash..." The sounds of fluid exchange echoed in the night air above them. 　　"Ah! No...I can't take it anymore...I'm going to come!" Finally, after a spasm, Long Qianxun, her 　　face flushed, collapsed into Zifeng's arms. 　　"I've rested enough. You've rowed for so long, you should rest too." After 　　a short while of this tenderness, Long Qianxun seemed to have regained her strength. She slowly got up, and her penis, which had withdrawn from her honeypot, once again 　　brought out a large amount of fluid. As she said this, she turned and pushed Zifeng down into the cabin, then stood up and 　　straddled him. 　　Zi Teng didn't ejaculate; his penis remained erect, its bulging 　　veins and large glans appearing somewhat menacing due to the lubrication of his vaginal fluids. However, this didn't frighten the woman who had already experienced its exquisite beauty 　　. She eagerly grasped the hot, wet shaft, aligning it with her vulva. Then, Long 　　Qianxun slowly lowered her hips, her vagina drawing ever closer to the tip of his penis. 　　"Oh…" When her wet vulva touched the hot glans, a jolt of electricity coursed through her body 　　. The wonderful sensation made her sit down without thinking. "Ah!" "Mmm!" Both of them simultaneously let out comfortable 　　moans. However, perhaps because she hadn't fully recovered her strength, or perhaps because she had already experienced an orgasm 　　and wasn't in a rush, Long Qianxun didn't immediately begin moving her hips. Instead, she slowly removed her clothes. 　　Normally, the way to take off a V-neck evening gown with straps is to pull down the straps and let the dress 　　slide down. But she did the opposite, grabbing the slit at the hem of the dress with both hands and 　　pushing it up over her head like she was taking off a pullover. And, clearly intentionally, her movements were slow and gentle, her body 　　swaying seductively as the silk fabric rose little by little. Her shapely thighs, the damp black pubic hair and 　　the plump vulva swallowing the penis, her flat stomach, her cute navel, her slender waist, 　　her breasts perfectly sized to fit in one hand, her sexy collarbone with traces of saliva, her fair 　　neck with a few hickeys, her face flushed with a lustful yet completely beautiful hue, were revealed in sequence from the silk covering, 　　or briefly covered and then revealed again. Everything exuded a hormonal aura of arousal, yet 　　everything looked so beautiful. 　　Finally, after the dress was completely off her body, she shook her slightly sweaty hair as if summarizing, tossed the dress 　　aside, and lowered her eyes to stare at the man beneath her with a predatory gaze, a hint of teasing 　　and desire flickering in the corners of her eyes. She licked her lips, poised to enjoy a feast. 　　Although stopping halfway was somewhat displeasing, after the afternoon's in-depth conversation, 　　Zifang knew the princess's "character" in this regard well and wasn't worried that she would give up halfway. So she was happy to take a short 　　break to prepare for the next part of the program, especially with such a seductive striptease to enjoy. 　　And it wasn't just a visual pleasure; her lower body also provided a good sensory experience. Enjoying 　　the body of a mature woman was far from her first time; in fact, one could say she was quite fond of it. In a sense, compared to younger women ...i=62> He might prefer the natural tightness and shyness of a woman, but he might prefer the compatibility and 　　tolerance that comes with the years of experience in a mature woman.

Just like now, through the sensitive touch of the glans mucosa, he clearly enjoyed the envelopment and peristalsis within Long Qianxun's vagina
, as well as the tightness and control of her vulva and cervix. Compared to those younger girls, although she was
less tight, the warm, moist touch and the purposeful contraction and friction of the vaginal walls were incomparable to the former.
"Mmm...oh..." The next moment, Zi Teng couldn't help but let out a low moan—an even more wonderful
pleasure followed. Long Qianxun tightly gripped her penis with her honey hole, her slender waist moving up and down. In coordination with
this movement, the flesh walls inside her vagina, as if alive, immediately began to work in an organized and disciplined manner.
The folds filled with vaginal fluid rhythmically wriggled and tightened against the direction of the penis's movement.
The vulva and cervix, acting as the two gatekeepers, completely clamped onto the penis and glans. Each time it entered, it was like a half-tied
bag opening, wanting to resist but also wanting to resist. Each time it withdrew, it was like a lover's passionate kiss, lingering for a long time.
"Ah! So comfortable...ah! So great..." Her vagina, wet and sensitive
from the intense pleasure of the orgasm, made Long Qianxun thrust wildly. Her hair flew wildly, and her
moans rose and fell.
With each movement, two snow-white and firm breasts swayed up and down before Zifang's eyes,
captivating him. He couldn't resist reaching out and grasping the bouncing mounds. The flesh in his hands instantly proved his eyes
were right—the size seemed designed for his hands, the entire hemisphere perfectly
enveloped by his palm, the elastic soft flesh swaying and twisting between his fingers, the feel as wonderful as a patch; the hard nipples slid and rubbed against his
palm, sending waves of itching sensations shooting through his nerves.
"Oh! Ha..." The surface of his body after the orgasm was also in a sensitive state, both inside and outside his vagina. At this moment, in
addition to the waves of pleasure coming from his vagina, his breasts also began to enjoy the feeling of being caressed. With both sensitive areas
being stimulated at the same time, Long Qianxun's moans grew louder.
"Ah... Your Highness's cunt is truly irresistible..." Long Qianxun was lost in the pleasure,
her undulating vaginal walls gripping the thrusting penis tightly with each movement, making Zifeng feel
as if his penis was being sucked by countless tiny lips, an unbearable pleasure.
Suddenly, he remembered Long Qianxun's overly intense
reaction when he played with her nipples through her clothes during their earlier kiss, and combined with her inexplicably high-spirited, wanton state as her breasts were caressed, Zifeng clearly identified
this woman's sensitive, vulnerable spot. He released his grip, pinched her erect nipple with two fingers, and began
a concentrated attack.
"Ah?! Ah!! Ah!!!" Completely immersed in the piston-like movements, Long Qianxun reacted again,
letting out wave after wave of increasingly loud moans. Her hands, trembling with pleasure, gripped Zifeng's mischievous arms but
were completely powerless, resulting in her falling backward onto his legs. Whether from excessive pleasure or
an instinctive attempt to escape the teasing of her nipples,
she arched her back. But this attempt to escape was futile; instead, it caused her sensitive nipples to stretch slightly,
bringing an even stronger, painful pleasure that pierced her body, causing her waist and buttocks to
sway involuntarily, bringing even more intense friction and pleasure to herself and the man beneath her.
Responding to Long Qianxun's frenzy, Zifeng thrust his penis upward repeatedly, each time aiming straight for her clitoris,
occasionally even piercing her cervix. "Oh my god! Oh my god! It's here... Ah! I'm lost... I'm dead..."
After their intertwined lower bodies pounded wildly against each other for more than ten minutes, Long Qianxun, who had just experienced her second orgasm, was the first to succumb.
Her vaginal walls, cervix, and vulva contracted violently with each thrust of the penis, as if trying to keep it from ever leaving;
yet the torrent of lustful fluid gushing from deep within her vagina forcefully washed over the glans, as if trying to force the penis
out of her body.
"I'm... I'm going to cum..." The forces of attraction and repulsion stimulated the penis back and forth, sending tons of pleasure
coursing through her body. Zi Teng gasped heavily, then her whole body convulsed, and
the penis, which had once again violently pushed open the cervix, swelled to its limit. The tip of the glans spurted out a powerful stream of semen, intermittent streams of
white, cloudy fluid shooting directly into Long Qianxun's lustful womb.
"Ah...it's coming out! Ah...it's all coming out!" Long Qianxun frantically squeezed her legs together, causing
her honey hole to further tighten around the violently ejaculating penis. Under such a strong counterattack, Zifeng's penis experienced
a mixture of pain and pleasure.
Half a minute later, the spasms in both of their bodies finally stopped. Zifeng relaxed his body and lay in the cabin,
panting heavily; while Long Qianxun lay on his chest, looking at his face with a hazy and lewd gaze.
Neither of them intended to separate their sexual organs, and they simply embraced each other quietly until... "So, Your Highness
, shall we continue rowing across to the other side to see the shelling site, or shall we do it again before bedtime
?" "What do you think?" With this conversation, the small boat began to rock again.
The inn's interior was also luxuriously furnished, with each room having complete reception facilities, even including
a private bathroom with 24-hour hot water. However, since each area had a larger, more sophisticated leisure
bathroom, guests would generally choose to use the latter.
But that night, someone seemed to be deliberately taking an unconventional approach: in the steamy bathroom of a high-class room,
a young woman was silently soaking in the hot water in a bathtub large enough to accommodate three people.
"Hoo..." Hu Yuehong let out a deep breath and opened her slightly closed eyes. The various scenes from the past half-day lingered in her mind. Not only the weapons demonstration after the banquet, but also 　　the military bearing and training of
the new army she had observed that afternoon . 　　Frankly, Hu Yuehong was quite surprised when Zifeng introduced her to the main officers of the new army that afternoon. Because, 　　intuitively, she felt that the uniforms of these officers, apart from the insignia indicating their unit and rank on their chests 　　, seemed rather sparsely decorated. 　　To be honest, she found it hard to believe that these people were truly equivalent to a general or higher, as Zifeng had said .i=64> Existence, in her impression of the Eastern army, as a high-ranking officer, on the chest, shoulders, and even the entire body

They should all be adorned with medals, jewels, and gold embroidery, and to be honest, their shabby appearance might
even be worse than some soldiers from better backgrounds.
However, it must be admitted that in terms of sheer spirit and energy, these people were all top-notch, looking every bit
the soldier, which made her feel very comfortable. Standing at the very front of the formation was a robust middle-aged man with a warrior's physique
. Although this man was also wearing a similar uniform, his demeanor was clearly different from the others. Especially
from the wrinkles etched on his forehead, he seemed to be a man who had weathered many storms. From this man's upright posture,
she saw a kind of confidence, a confidence unique to soldiers, a confidence gained from years of battlefield experience
, and a confidence that she herself had long sought but could not obtain. Later, through Zifang's introduction, she learned that this man
was Yu Xiaoqing, the Grand General of the Left Dragon Guard, the leader of this army of tens of thousands.
Standing almost side-by-side behind him was a slightly overweight man, nearing middle age, with
gray hair streaked with black and white. His hairstyle, like Yu Xiaoqing's, was a neat, short cut. However,
unlike Yu Xiaoqing, he wore a steady and approachable smile, giving
an impression of gentle yet unfathomable wisdom. Zifeng told her this man was Tang Ji, the Chief of Staff of the New Army. The position of Chief of Staff was roughly
equivalent to the head of the military's staff in the traditional sense.
Hu Yuehong was somewhat puzzled that someone of such a position was standing in what was clearly the second-in-command position, but she didn't ask many questions.
The other officers behind him stood in neat rows. Because there were many of them, the introductions were relatively simple, and Hu
Yuehong didn't remember many names, but she remembered the good impression they gave her: a
standard image of a broad-minded and generous, yet extremely loyal and dutiful soldier.
Through subsequent observations, Hu Yuehong gradually changed her opinion. What impressed her most was that during the previous
banquet, when the officers of the new army gathered in small groups to chat, she had intentionally or unintentionally listened nearby. She
noticed that their conversations were almost entirely devoid of boasting about their backgrounds, achievements, or anything else, and there
was very little idle gossip. The focus was more on the army's equipment and tactical improvements, the current war situation, and
various intelligence reports about the Orc Kingdom. This finally made her understand that this army truly abandoned pretense and valued substance
.
Furthermore, the information revealed in these conversations resolved another question she had: according to them,
ordinary officers in the new army focused only on troop management and command, while intelligence integration and
the formulation of strategic and tactical plans were precisely the work of those called staff officers. In this sense, perhaps in
terms of strategic and tactical expertise alone, they were the highest-ranking group in the army. Thinking about this, it wasn't hard to understand why
Tang Ji, as the head of the staff, could firmly hold the second-in-command position.
If their military bearing had already impressed her, then some of the things they displayed during subsequent training
could be said to have overturned her previous understanding.
The group was taken to a vast area known as the buffer zone between defensive positions. This
uninhabited wilderness lay between the defensive positions at the Lion Dragon River bridge and the first line of defense around Marcas. Its purpose was
to prevent the enemy from using it as an effective starting point for an attack should the first line of defense be breached, and to
provide an effective firing range for the second line of defense. It was also used as a training ground for exercises.
The first thing that caught their eye at the perimeter of the area was a procession of New Army soldiers, with a flag bearer leading the way, holding the team flag high and counting
as they ran. They were moving in the opposite direction to the visiting group and quickly passed by.
Judging from the range of these teams' runs, the physical training intensity of the New Army seemed extremely high. According to the officers
, this almost rigorous basic training was not only to strengthen the soldiers' physique but also to improve
their obedience and execution. As one officer jokingly put it, "How can you
make soldiers fearless on the battlefield? It's simple: make them fear the punishment of their superiors more than the enemy's swords and spears.
" Hu Yuehong neither confirmed nor denied this, but vaguely felt that there seemed to be some truth to it.
Later, when they arrived at a relatively core area, they reached the tactical training area. What they saw here
puzzled Hu Yuehong somewhat—although the weaponry was somewhat similar: like traditional troops in various parts of Yanhuang, the New Army's
infantry also had soldiers equipped with firearms fighting alongside those equipped with shields or spears, but the proportion of firearm soldiers
was significantly larger, and their equipment was much more standardized. Most importantly, their tactics were very different.
While the empire's traditional forces were equipped with a considerable number of firearms, like the crossbows of the past, they
served primarily as auxiliary tactical forces. Typically, they would fire a few rounds before direct engagement, inflicting casualties and demoralizing the enemy
. Afterward, these firearm-wielding soldiers would join the infantry in taking up melee weapons, charging towards the enemy with shouts of battle cries
– this was the real main event.
Once contact was made, it was time to showcase individual martial skills. Enemy soldiers would
be felled with swords, spears, shields, and other weapons. Unlike the barbaric Manchus or hastily recruited militia, the
well-trained imperial regular army did not allow its soldiers to engage in such chaotic fighting. Instead, they maintained strict ranks,
upholding command under the officers' orders, and continuously rotating between ranks. While the enemy could only
fight until they were cut down or exhausted, the regular army could sustain its strongest soldiers in the front
ranks, while the weary and wounded were withdrawn to the rear for regrouping. To adapt to the overall tactics of using firearms for melee combat, 　　many bizarre designs emerged
in the design of individual firearms beyond the conventional musket . For example, there was the "Thunderfire Cannon," a short-barreled 　　musket with a shield and spearhead attached for use in formation against the enemy; and the "Three-Eyed Cannon," which could be swung like a hammer. This not only resulted in 　　a diverse array of firearms in the army, making unified management and maintenance difficult, but these seemingly ideal "multi-functional firearms" were 　　also practically useless in practice. Because of their short overall length, the Thunderfire Cannon could 　　be used as a small shield in formation, but using it as a stabbing weapon was laughable. The Three-Eyed Cannon, being hollow, 　　was nearly as large as a large, two-handed warhammer, but its length and weight were limited, making it equivalent to a small, one-handed 　　warhammer. As a result, it awkwardly inherited the disadvantages of both types of warhammers: difficult to swing and frequently missing its target.

Lacking sufficient firepower.
But this place was different. The grenadiers, a branch of the new army, didn't carry a mix of strange
weapons; each soldier carried the same type of musket. Although the soldiers also carried short
swords or similar melee weapons at their waists, these were clearly secondary weapons, as a long, narrow spike with a blade on one side was prominently embedded in the muzzle of each musket. Such a musket could 　　be used as a reliable short spear
in close combat . "Damn it! Why 　　hasn't anyone in the Empire thought of such a simple solution all these years?!" Hu Yuehong couldn't help but slap her forehead upon seeing this. 　　Not only were the equipment excellent, but the grenadiers' shooting skills also impressed her. Most of the Empire's musketeers 　　could only maintain a relatively high hit rate within a distance of about thirty meters; beyond fifty meters, their hit rate 　　was practically a matter of luck. The grenadiers of the New Army maintained a high accuracy 　　rate at a distance of about 80 meters, while the sharpshooters known as "hunters" could hit targets almost every time they were more than 　　100 meters away, as long as they remained stationary. Furthermore, while musketeers in the Northeast Guard were considered excellent if they could fire three shots per minute, the New Army 　　's grenadiers were trained to fire five shots per minute, with experienced veterans reportedly 　　capable of eight. 　　The grenadiers were not mixed with other branches of the military. They marched in traditional square formations, and in battle, 　　they formed wide, four- to five-rank lines. In coordinated operations, they 　　moved in long, narrow columns following cavalry or pike squares, exploiting gaps to flank and attack. 　　They were highly flexible and adaptable in their formations and tactics, switching freely between static and dynamic maneuvers. 　　After the accompanying officer's explanation and her own reflection, Hu Yuehong finally understood that the new army's infantry tactics 　　were completely opposite to those of the armies she was used to. Grenadiers were the main players, and the core mission of other infantry units 　　was to provide them with better firing conditions or to help them create breakthroughs in the enemy's formation. 　　Recalling the astonishing accuracy and rate of fire she had witnessed, and the line formations suited for maximizing firepower, 　　Hu Yuehong could already imagine enemy soldiers being mowed down halfway through their charge by dense and continuous fire. 　　Before they could even reach their opponents with swords and spears, the enemy would be heavily wounded by firearms. Even those who managed to get 　　close would have their morale shattered and be on the verge of collapse under the relentless barrage, making the outcome of the ensuing melee 　　predictable. 　　Everything was completely different from traditional Eastern armies, brimming with vitality and fighting power. The weapons and tactics 　　, it's no exaggeration to say, had significantly changed the way warfare was conducted. No wonder even the renownedly powerful and valiant 　　orc army appeared utterly vulnerable before them. 　　But as her father, a veteran of many military campaigns, had said, "A powerful army is built with money. 　　" Leaving aside the iron giants whose prices nearly terrified her, the sheer cost of the magical weapons on display 　　was staggering. Add to that the massive quantities of conventional equipment and the training of soldiers and officers, and 　　the sheer expense of building this new army is unimaginable. No wonder even the Xiling Prince's Mansion, possessing the land of plenty, the granary of the nation, and a hub of trade between East and West, 　　could only afford to support this new army of fifty to sixty thousand. 　　She, who had always managed the military finances for her husband, was acutely aware of the financial strain on the Northeast Guard 　　. The imperial court's military budget was primarily spent on border defense in the north and expeditions in the southeast, leaving the funds allocated to the various garrisons 　　barely enough for daily expenses. As for the Xiang family, although they were wealthy, their money came from the national treasury. 　　The total amount available for military spending each year was limited, and they had to compete with the Beiyang Fleet, a bottomless pit of expenses, which left them exhausted 　　. Thinking about the enormous costs of establishing the new army, she couldn't help but feel a headache coming on. 　　But just as Xiang Qingsi had said, the solution was right in front of her. That Zifeng, who had 　　built such a successful new army amidst skepticism, must have many connections that others didn't. Thinking about this, she now 　　understood why Long Qianxun had shamelessly latched onto Zifeng from the start. Even… although she was very annoyed by Zifeng's 　　previous provocations, perhaps… she should learn from her? 　　This thought, once it surfaced, immediately shot into her mind like an out-of-control rocket, impossible to suppress, making 　　Hu Yuehong extremely embarrassed. She knew that besides the real pressure of military spending, 　　there was another reason she found difficult to talk about—Ziteng himself: an adopted son who commanded thousands of troops and had fought countless 　　battles, accumulating numerous honors at a young age, practically a legendary heroine who 　　captivated women. This was especially true for her, a woman from a military family who grew up surrounded by her father's military stories; she 　　was utterly powerless against such a charismatic and legendary man. 　　However, on one hand, the reserve unique to a wife and mother was still trying to put up a final resistance; on the other 　　hand, looking down at her reflection in the water—her slightly broad shoulders, 　　arms that, by female standards, were excessively muscular, and her clearly defined abs and thick, firm thighs underwater… Could such 　　a body, severely lacking in femininity by traditional Eastern standards, truly be attractive to him, a man who had seen countless beauties? 　　Fortunately… these enormous breasts should still be presentable, a thought inexplicably crossed her mind. Unconsciously, 　　she gripped the pool wall with one hand and vigorously rubbed her astonishingly full and high breasts with the other. Her 　　wheat-colored skin shimmered under the sliding water droplets, her slender, side-bent body creating a deep curve in her back; 　　her breasts, large yet not sagging, had a deep cleavage that accentuated two rosy, slightly upturned nipples, like 　　twin plum blossoms on a snowy mountain, making one 　　's mouth water. "Mmm…" she let out a captivating moan, her slightly muscular body slowly sliding into 　　the water, gradually submerging her head. Her flowing black hair mingled with the gentle swaying of the petals on the water's surface. Time 　　seemed to stand still at that moment; everything was so peaceful. A little over a minute later, 　　with a splash, a handsome face, exuding a heroic air, emerged from the water. 　　"Phew..." Hu Yuehong wiped the water from around her eyes and let out a long breath. Her skin, soaked in hot water 　　, had a slight reddish tinge beneath her wheat-colored complexion. She placed her arms outstretched on the edge of the fishpond, and with a slight kick of her legs, ripples appeared in the hot water.

Water slid beneath her thighs, her thick, dark pubic hair swaying like a clump of water plants, rising and falling rhythmically.
This beloved daughter of the Governor-General of the five southeastern provinces was thirty-six years old. Although her personality, temperament, and certain physical
features leaned towards the masculine, her appearance was still quite charming. Coupled with a pair of breasts capable of driving any man mad
and her illustrious family background, she had no shortage of suitors in her youth. However, the traditional education she received from childhood and her
experience of serving in the military with her father made her excessively self-disciplined, and she had almost no scandals before or after marriage.
But she was, after all, a woman. In her early marriage, her husband was obsessed with her body, especially her breasts.
While enjoying sex with her husband every day didn't bother her much, as her husband gradually rose in rank and took concubines,
the opportunities for physical satisfaction dwindled. Now, at the age of virility, her sexual desire grew stronger day by
day, making her recently unbearably horny.
As the wife of a branch family in a large clan, the other women around her, especially several other branch wives, shared similar
troubles and were all resorting to unsavory methods to resolve them. She knew this in her heart, but she couldn't bear
to do such a thing herself. She could only soothe her aroused body
and restless heart through masturbation in the dead of night.
At this moment, Hu Yuehong could no longer restrain herself. She hurriedly pulled at her pubic hair with her fingers, feeling
a slightly painful yet pleasurable tingling sensation in her vagina, and her vaginal fluids began to flow freely. She continued her movements,
stroking her vulva beneath her pubic hair with her fingers, gently probing inside. Each time her fingers brushed against her labia and touched her clitoris
, she couldn't help but tremble, and her vaginal fluids flowed even more.
"Ah…ha…" she couldn't help but let out a soft moan. Her hand movements became faster and faster, her fingertips lightly
pressing and swirling against her clitoris. The vaginal walls gradually began to undulate, and the feeling of emptiness grew stronger, forcing her to
insert her entire finger into her vagina and move it rapidly, silently imagining that a thick, hot penis was
rubbing in and out of her.
"Mmm... Hmph... I want... a man's... I want it so much..." The moans gradually turned into cries of pleasure, her vagina
and labia growing increasingly hot, her fingers reaching their limit, the splashes of fluid covering her face...
"Ugh... Mmm..." In another room on the same floor, Hu Yuehong's daughter, Xiang Ziyuan, was tightly gripping
the sheets, letting out low moans. The lights were off, and in the dim room, only the sounds of her and her fiancé's heavy breathing
echoed. Although she knew the room was soundproof, the unfamiliar environment still made Xiang Ziyuan somewhat uneasy. Completely
naked, she spread her legs wide, her vulva receiving her fiancé's constant thrusting. Even at this moment, this
well-bred young lady was trying her best not to make any loud or overly lewd sounds.
"Huff... Huff..." Lin Feng panted, his hands gripping his fiancée's
large breasts, inherited from her mother, as he thrust rapidly. Although his fiancée was undeniably beautiful, with a figure
that was every man's dream, her overly conservative behavior in bed was what truly displeased him.
Even with her ample, soft, and full breasts, and despite the tight, warm, and moist vaginal opening
, he, accustomed to the allure of mature women like his mother, the submissive
bodies of young women like Haruka Mika, or the skillful techniques of women like Xiahou Lian, found it difficult to maintain interest for long. So he simply
thrust and pounded with maximum speed and force, wanting only to finish quickly.
"Ah! Ah?! Mmm…" Under this relentless onslaught devoid of skill and gentleness,
the inexperienced Xiang Ziyuan quickly climaxed. Gripping the sheets tightly, she struggled to control her trembling body
, her cries growing louder, but only for a moment. The next instant, she quickly covered her
mouth with her hand.
"Hmph...it's coming...I'm coming!" To combat the spasmodic feeling, Xiang Ziyuan unconsciously squeezed her legs together
. This action, combined with the intense contractions of her vagina during orgasm, brought Lin Feng to his limit, and his semen gushed out.
Xiang Ziyuan felt a sense of relief; the daily routine was finally over, and she could now
be free from tension and anxiety. A short while later, Lin Feng withdrew his penis from her and lay down to calm his breathing
.
"I...I'll go clean up." Putting on her bathrobe, Xiang Ziyuan got up and said cautiously to Lin Feng, who
seemed too lazy to pay attention to her, only giving a vague "hmm. "
In the bathroom, she used her breath to squeeze the semen out of her uterus and vagina, then rinsed with warm water, reminding
herself to take her pill tomorrow morning—although they had a formal engagement, they weren't officially married, and now wasn't
the right time to get pregnant.
Back in the room, she could already hear her fiancé snoring, but she wasn't sleepy. She put on a cover-up over her bathrobe
and quietly opened the door to the outdoor platform.
This is the shared rest area for this guest room floor, furnished with flowers, tables, chairs, and even a sizable swimming pool. Walking towards a chair, wanting to sit down and breathe in some fresh air, she noticed 　　a light on in the
nearby window. 　　"It seems to be his room..." Xiang Ziyuan thought. In her memory, this room belonged to Zifang. The 　　man seemed to be around her age, and she'd heard he was a very capable general. Although her fiancé disliked him intensely, 　　her mother spoke highly of him. As for her future mother-in-law's attitude towards him, it was rather ambiguous and 　　hard to understand. What kind of person was he? What was he doing now? Full of curiosity, she approached the window. 　　The curtains weren't drawn, and the scene inside almost made her scream. She quickly covered her mouth; after all, in her 　　upbringing, this was the proper way for a well-mannered noblewoman to express surprise, not 　　to shout like an ordinary person. 　　The window was large, offering a clear view of the room. On the bed lay a girl with strangely long blue hair. 　　She seemed quite young, as her body was petite, yet her breasts were no less impressive than his own—no, 　　perhaps even larger? 　　He remembered seeing this girl at the banquet before; she had appeared as Wisteria's companion, and seemed 　　to be his junior. But back then, she had looked like a normal girl. Why, now, naked, did she 　　have furry, fox-like ears and a tail?

But what truly made her almost scream wasn't that, but rather—the wisteria was currently pressing down on the blue-haired girl
, her calves draped over his shoulders, her thighs pressed against her breasts by his weight.
In this position, the girl's vulva was completely exposed, glistening fluid constantly flowing out,
her labia being violently churned by the thick penis, the cleft stretched to its limit, becoming
a fleshy hole.
So big… so much bigger than Feng's, how could this girl withstand it? Despite knowing she shouldn't
look, she embarrassingly found herself unable to look away, and not only looking, but also having wild thoughts…
If it were her, she definitely wouldn't be able to bear it, right? But the girl seemed to be enjoying it, her face full of pleasure
. If he were to penetrate her with such a large penis, could she still hold back a cry? …No!
How could she think such unchaste thoughts! She blushed deeply, inwardly berating herself for being shameless.
But she still couldn't look away. Why? She shouldn't be watching, yet she felt an urge to watch, a strong urge to watch… The thick, hard
penis thrust in and out, pounding into the girl's body like a pile driver. Zifang squatted on the bed, each time the
penis violently penetrated her abdomen, almost slamming against her buttocks, causing her slightly fleshy body to ripple with white
waves.
The girl opened her mouth wide, her mouth not making a suppressed moan like her own, but clearly a wanton cry
. Her expression was a mixture of crying and laughing, but perhaps because she was also a woman, she could clearly sense
the enjoyment and pleasure within it. Her slender hands wrapped around Zifang's neck, and in her sparsely sparse honeyed orifice,
a large amount of fluid was pumped out with each withdrawal of the penis.
Xiang Ziyuan watched intently, she had never seen such intense sex. In her mind, sex
was a sacred ritual for procreation, something women should silently endure, and not
react excessively in any way that might cause adverse consequences. But the scene before her completely overturned everything. Despite feeling incredulous, she inexplicably
felt envy and longing. A strange instinct seemed to tell her that this was true sex;
the girl's expression of enjoyment revealed true female happiness. These things, which she never dared to imagine before, made her
body heat up, and her breathing quicken.
Suddenly, the girl released Zifeng's neck, opened her mouth wide, and tilted her head back. Although no sound could be heard, it
was clear she was screaming excitedly and loudly. The girl's body trembled, her eyes somewhat glazed; she must have
orgasmed. She had clearly experienced that feeling just now, but strangely, why did the happiness
and satisfaction on this girl's face seem like something she had never felt before?
The next moment, Zifeng slowly withdrew his penis, the movement slow and gentle,
a stark contrast to her fiancé's roughness. He probably hadn't ejaculated, because his penis was still hard and red-hot, and there was no semen-like substance seeping from the girl's
stretched slits. He said something to the girl, and after listening, she
immediately got up and knelt between his legs, moving her body up and down. His penis was almost completely hidden, seemingly
obscured by her large breasts, which she held in her hands.
That movement… was she using her breasts to clamp and rub his penis? What was she doing? She could clearly see
an expression of enjoyment on Zifang's face, just like during their previous sexual encounters. Was this also a form of sex
?
Her own breasts weren't much smaller than hers, so they could definitely be used to clamp them too, right? Thinking this, she
subconsciously reached into her pajamas to touch her breasts, accidentally scratching her nipple with her fingernail.
"Ah?!" The slight pain made her shudder, and she seemed to regain some clarity. What am I doing
? How can I be so shameless? The rigid upbringing she had received immediately began to rebel from the bottom of her heart.
A mix of shame, embarrassment, and other strange thoughts, along with a burning heat that seemed to writhe deep within her bones, caused her
to flee in a daze.
She rushed into the bathroom, frantically rinsing her body with cold water, finally managing to suppress the burning sensation. Returning
to the bedroom, thankfully, her fiancé was still asleep. Xiang Ziyuan sighed with relief, lay down, closed her eyes , and
tried desperately to fall asleep, but the harder she tried, the less she could sleep…
Meanwhile, the two in the other room were clearly unaware of what was happening outside the window. Ziyuan was still enjoying Yueya'er
's large breasts. The feeling of his hot penis being enveloped by her smooth, soft breasts made his body tremble slightly involuntarily
. He sat on the high cushion at the head of the bed, spreading his legs so that Yueya'er's upper body was completely buried
between his legs, looking down at her hands squeezing and rubbing his penis against her breasts.
"Mmm… Hmm… Yueya… You're doing so well…" He soon couldn't help but let out a moan
.
"Senior brother… Do my big breasts feel good to you?" Yueya'er asked, a sweet and lewd expression on her face,
looking up at him with a smile.
"Mmm, it feels so good... Crescent Moon, your big breasts are so smooth and soft, I love them so much.
" "Mmm... I'm so happy... and... my breasts are also... also feeling so good from my senior brother's hot penis
..." Perhaps it was the stimulation of the thick penis constantly approaching her, or perhaps it was
the pleasure from the friction of the hot penis against her breasts, Crescent Moon stared at the glans with an intoxicated look, not daring to blink for a moment.
"What a slutty little fox." Continuing to move her hips back and forth in coordination with Crescent Moon's movements, Wisteria reached out and
stroked her tender breasts, then grabbed one nipple in each hand and pinched and pulled it slightly.
"Ah... hah..." Soft moans escaped from Crescent Moon's lips, her slender waist
twisting restlessly, seemingly because she had just had an orgasm, the girl's breasts
were more sensitive than usual.
"Ugh... Ah... Senior brother's penis... It's so hot..." The warm, soft flesh of her breasts rubbed against and stimulated
the penis within, causing the glans to swell even more due to engorgement. Each time her breasts
swayed softly from the impact with the penis, Crescent Moon would simultaneously emit wanton moans. The penis,
glistening with the lustful fluids from previous intercourse, served as excellent lubricant, making the thrusting motions even
smoother and more unobstructed.
Zifang removed her hands from the girl's breasts, gripped her shoulders to hold her steady, and then
began thrusting her penis back and forth more vigorously. The sensation was worlds apart from vaginal penetration; the virtual impact of breast sex directly
stimulated the sympathetic nerves in her groin. When the thick, veiny penis gently pressed against the girl's
delicate chin, she swayed her head from side to side, overwhelmed by the intense itching. Her breasts,
damp with sweat from the intense sex, glistened, making the full,
fleshy mounds squeezed in her small hands even more dazzling.
Having already felt a slight urge to ejaculate during the previous intercourse, her penis was extremely sensitive
; now, faced with the exquisite pleasure of breast sex, Zifang felt an impending climax and thus increased
the speed of her thrusts. Crescent Moon's chest was covered in a mixture of clear semen, possibly seeping from his glans, and
glistening droplets of lewd fluid or even her own sweat, smeared from his penis.
"Ah... Senior Brother, shoot all your semen out... let me eat it..." The reaction told Crescent Moon that
he was about to ejaculate, so she tilted her head back and spoke in a seductive voice.
"Crescent Moon..." Just as Crescent Moon, with her alluring expression, slowly opened her lips... a
large amount of semen accumulated in his scrotum erupted from Wisteria's penis like a cannonball. The violently ejected
semen sprayed onto the girl's mouth and face, creating a silvery-white mess.
"Ah... Ah..." Crescent Moon, her mouth full of semen, let out a lewd
moan, but quickly choked and coughed, unable to swallow it all at once. Even so, the little girl still
managed to swallow all the semen in her mouth, then lifted her semen-covered face and
smiled happily, a look that was hard to describe as either cute or lewd. Zifang stood up, picked up
a tissue from the table beside her, and carefully wiped her body.
"Hmm?" Just as she was clean, the multi-functional device that Jialang had made for her by the bedside lit up. "
Is that guy communicating?" He tossed aside the tissue and picked up the crystal-box-like device.
"Oh ho, darling, it's me, did you miss me?" Sure enough, it was that familiar, energetic
, and beautiful female voice inside.
"Ah? Okay, okay, I know you have something urgent to tell him, you tell him, you tell him…" Before Zifang could reply,
Jialang seemed to be talking to someone else.
"Mr. Zifang? Hello, excuse me, I'm the captain of the Diamond Force Squad, who's staying behind in the power room." This
time, a cold, unfamiliar male voice came through. Judging from his self-introduction, he was probably
the leader of the half of the Spartan Phase III squad that Aina had mentioned.
At the same time, Garou's voice came through: "Oh, oh, oh, energy! Energy is pouring in! I'm invincible now
, hahaha!" Zifang wisely decided to ignore this somewhat manic voice.
"It's me. Is there a problem with communication at this time?" Zifang asked, picking up his clothes from the bedside
. The sensitive time and sensitive communication method made him realize that something serious must have happened, and
this night would probably not be peaceful.
"We've discovered someone has infiltrated the restricted area. According to the information we have, she's a commercial spy from the Hermann Royal Aspen Armory
." Restricted area? Zifang was stunned for a moment, but quickly realized that it was the area surrounding the city's mainframe
. It was a restricted area because the Primal Energy Refining Equipment, a confidential intellectual property of Fiari Heavy Industries, was installed
there. And the words didn't use euphemisms like "business representative." Are these super soldiers used
to being direct? Of course, it's more likely that in the eyes of their business rivals, the woman's identity is simply that simple
. Perhaps they were considering her other identity, which is why they didn't act rashly and sought his
opinion first?
"According to the company bylaws, in the event of an emergency requiring the use of lethal force,
authorization should be requested from the nearest authorized person. According to my search, you are the closest authorized person."
But the other party's words immediately overturned his thoughts, and...
"What? Me? How is that possible? Why would I be?" Another piece of information revealed in his words
was unbelievable.
"There's no why. We Spartans only follow the bylaws and execute orders, regardless of the reason."
The answer was rigid and somewhat inexplicable.
But it didn't matter; the current information was enough to make connections. Considering the various favors he had received from Fiari Heavy Industries
, this seemingly absurd possibility actually seemed quite real. "Alright, let me rephrase my
question. What is my specific role in your company?" he asked tentatively.
"I'm sorry, your identity is top secret in the company database. It's not something I can access
." The reply was somewhat disappointing.
Secret? Oh well, I'll ask Aina if she knows when I get the chance. There are more important issues to
address right now. Although his personal involvement might cause trouble, that woman's identity is not ordinary. He couldn't just
let the Spartan forces vanish into thin air, could he?
But... he wasn't willing to let this opportunity slip by. Yes, this was a chance to counter the Xiang family, or at least
plant a spy within them. Although the Xiang family didn't seem to have any intention of making things difficult for him at the moment, the situation was volatile, and
the future was uncertain.
"Do not use excessive force. Ensure a safe capture. This must be done in secrecy." After a moment's thought,
Zifang ordered, "Also, please give the communicator to the lady next to you." She then added.
"What's wrong, darling?" A moment later, Garo's voice came through.
"You have mimicry and memory-reading abilities, right?" ...

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