The Turbulent Times: Chapter 4, Volume 6

Author: Golden Reaper,
June 27, 2015
, 25145 words,
Volume 6 Showdown,
Chapter 4: Showdown of Beautiful Legs.
Hearing that Aina's boss was coming, although she didn't know why, Wisteria
sent Orchid and Crescent Moon to arrange her accommodation first, and then accompanied the four of them to the designated meeting place. It was evening
, and the breeze carried the scent of forest flowers and trees, making people feel relaxed and comfortable. What kind of person would the deputy
of the head of Fiari Heavy Industries, this arms empire whose very name was enough to shake the entire continent, be?
Wisteria was really curious. But unfortunately, even
after waiting for more than an hour, there was no one else in sight except for the few of them. At most,
a few birds were curiously watching them from afar in the trees. "That's a bit strange, meow. By the way, is this really the agreed meeting place?" Alice's tail 　　twitched
boredly . 　　"If we look at the map according to the coordinates, it should be right here... Isn't this taking way too long?" Night Rain 　　was also getting impatient. 　　"Not surprising at all. The Far East Base's teleportation system has never been properly debugged. I really don't know 　　why those guys in the technical department can get paid so comfortably." Aina shrugged and complained. 　　"Well... after all, there was a large-scale magical artillery bombardment nearby a few days ago, so the interference was severe, 　　and it's to be expected that the location would be difficult..." Aura, who also worked part-time in the technical department, explained awkwardly, "Anyway... 　　let's just wait here for a while. If no one comes after a while, we'll try to contact them again 　　." She suggested. 　　"That's right." Everyone accepted her suggestion and sat down on the nearby grass to observe 　　the situation. 　　Fortunately, this boring time didn't last too long. The wait soon came to an end. A dark blue magic circle 　　appeared without warning in the clearing in the woods in front of them, and a small, four-wheeled, black magical vehicle drove out from it 　　and stopped in front of them. 　　Although Zifang was unfamiliar with this trendy Western mode of transportation, 　　she had seen samples and price lists displayed in luxury goods stores when she went to the Lisas Federation to negotiate arms purchases. Therefore, she 　　knew that this high-end vehicle with its opaque windows was expensive, and only the wealthy or members of the underworld could afford 　　it. 　　At this moment, two burly men jumped out of the front seat, each a head taller than Zifang. They 　　were completely encased in combat armor that shimmered with a pearly luster, looking like figures from mythology—extraordinary 　　and awe-inspiring. The two men cautiously surveyed their surroundings, their helmet visors adding to their imposing presence: two 　　ruthless warriors whose faces were hidden, seemingly born only to destroy their enemies. 　　"These people are…" The inexplicable chilling aura emanating from them moved even the battle-hardened Zifang. 　　"Very intimidating, right? Of course, even though they're mass-produced, they're still 　　products of Project Sparta, just like us," Night Rain said with a smile, noticing his reaction. 　　"Those are the Mark IV Thor's Hammer power armors, aren't they? It really brings back memories," Aina said, seemingly 　　stirred by a memory. 　　"After all, you were involved in designing them, Captain. But these idiot humans have been with us 　　for so long, is it really necessary to make such a fuss? Even fully armed, it would take seventeen or 　　eighteen of these Phase III fighters to barely reach the combat power of a Phase II fighter unarmed," Alice 　　said nonchalantly, a hint of disdain in her voice. 　　"The problem is, our Phase II training cycle is ten years, and even without considering subsequent training costs, 　　the cost of physical modification alone averages close to sixty million per person. If we were to mass-produce a Phase III force at that standard, 　　the company would have gone bankrupt long ago," Aura chimed in with a laugh. 　　As they chatted, the sliding car door slowly opened. What kind of 　　person would step out? Zifang thought he was very particular, assuming the man would be a serious scholar 　　or businessman in a suit or lab coat . 　　However, his expectations were quickly dashed—a 　　beautiful woman, very young and dressed in a maid's outfit, stepped out of the car. 　　The black-haired, black-eyed maid politely bowed to the waiting crowd, seemingly 　　apologizing for her lateness. Her perfectly straight back and graceful movements exuded 　　an air of nobility and gentleness. 　　She appeared to be around twenty-five or twenty-six years old, without any makeup, but her elegant demeanor 　　and well-defined features made her beautiful beyond compare. She had sharp, intelligent 　　eyes that complemented her bespectacled appearance. 　　Tall and slender, with remarkably smooth skin, she possessed a perfectly curvaceous and undeniably feminine 　　body. 　　The maid outfit was perfectly fitted, devoid of any accessories, with a low-cut neckline revealing her soft, full breasts. 　　Between the skirt and knee-high stockings, her shapely thighs were visible, making her quite sexy from head to toe. 　　"You're Mr. Fujito…right?" The maid adjusted her glasses and 　　approached Fujito, her voice magnetic and alluring. 　　"Y-yes, I am…have we met somewhere before?" A strange feeling stirred within Fujito. The 　　first part of her question had almost reflexively come out as she followed the other's words, but…why 　　did her tone imply recognition? 　　"We have met…well…at least, sort of. Please don't look confused. 　　It's understandable that you don't remember me now. Anyway, thank you for your previous business dealings with our company 　　." The last sentence seemed to smooth things over, but Fujito was still somewhat bothered by what she had said earlier. Although 　　Zuo Longwuwei had indeed ordered 　　a considerable amount of weaponry from Fiali Heavy Industries when the army was formed, including a regiment of F15E magic-powered mechs, the business was primarily conducted through Lux's connections.

He was certain he hadn't had direct contact with any of the other party's higher-ups, and he had absolutely no recollection of the woman before him
.
"I'm sorry, I seem to have forgotten to introduce myself—my name is Onyx. I'm
the vice president of Fiari Heavy Industries. Mr. Fujito, please allow me to apologize for my somewhat rude behavior earlier—I'm very sorry
."... For some reason, although her words sounded quite obsequious on the surface,
perhaps because they were too formulaic, they seemed merely a formality to Fujito
... And, strangely enough, he noticed something unusual during the conversation—
Onyx always maintained a distance of more than a meter from him when she approached: if Fujito moved closer, she would
step back; if Fujito didn't move, she would stop as well... And because her gait was extremely refined, completely
devoid of unnecessary movements, it was surprisingly pleasing to the eye.
"Um... Miss Onyx..." Fujito finally couldn't help but ask why.
"Just call me Oni." The other person maintained a subtle distance with delicate movements
, then quietly uttered this sentence as if suddenly remembering something.
"Eh?" Zifang, interrupted, paused, startled.
"I was thinking that I should definitely tell you this… Please just call
me by my name, Mr. Zifang, without any honorifics. Personally, being addressed by a lowly human and a shameless man
… feels as humiliating as being violated by livestock… but you are an important client of our company, so this
is work, after all." Oni explained earnestly.
"…I see." Although she didn't know why, Zifang felt as if she understood a part
of her personality—despite seemingly hating or despising human men,
she adopted a subservient attitude towards him because 'this is work. '
Although it seemed like an easy explanation, Zifang still found it somewhat suspicious because…
“Oni.”
“…Ugh!”
“Oni?”
“…Gurgle!”
“Oni!”
“…Hmm!”
It was strange, why was that? Although he said he felt humiliated, every time he called her name, his
beautiful face seemed to show a dazed or even intoxicated expression. Could this person… have masochistic tendencies
? Zifang couldn’t help but guess.
“Um… if you’re not used to it, then I’ll add a respectful title…” And as if to
confirm his guess, when Zifang made this suggestion, the other party showed a disappointed reaction and slumped her shoulders
.
“I see, your interests are really perverse. Knowing that I have no right to refuse, so… you deliberately
forced me to make a choice…” When Oni said these words, Zifang felt her breathing was rapid and heavy,
like she was panting.
“I didn’t mean that at all—by the way… are you alright?” This made him a little worried, so he
asked.
"Then what do you mean? Please don't worry, I'm not getting hot from fantasizing about any strange images
." Oni's answer seemed completely irrelevant.
"...No, that's not what I'm asking...wait, you're bleeding from your nose!" The bewildered Wisteria quickly
made another discovery.
"Ah? Wh...what!" Hearing him point this out, Oni blushed crimson, displaying an
embarrassed reaction. "Th-th-this-this...this is a misunderstanding! I...I wasn't imagining mating with you
! A noble dragon wouldn't get aroused by seeing a mere human male...absolutely not
!" She covered her nose in protest.
"Oh...I see." Wisteria was skeptical...While, ultimately, getting a nosebleed from imagining erotic images is
something only found in literature, seemingly without scientific basis
. But...the vice-president's reaction seemed suspicious nonetheless.
Just as Zifang was wondering what was going on, another, even larger magic circle of the same color as the previous one activated a little further back.
This time, two enormous cargo trucks, each weighing tens of tons, emerged
, their wheels taller than a person, exuding a strong sense of oppression.
"By the way, I also brought the high-energy magic crystals and primal energy refining equipment you requested earlier
, but..." Oni, seemingly having finally found a way out, immediately changed the subject, turning to Aina and saying
, "A large-scale restoration of the primitive underground magical city, plus these equipment and materials, can the other party really
afford it? I remember that Mr. Zifang's credit record in the Federal Foreign Trade Commission's files is very bad
." She pushed up her glasses and gave Zifang a direct, suspicious look.
"No, no, no, don't worry, money is not a problem. In fact, I just made a fortune recently,"
Zifang explained somewhat awkwardly. What the other party said was true; she did indeed owe a considerable amount of money before. Although
it was all written off later due to the development project of the Southwest Gold Mine, the resulting low credit rating seemed
difficult to erase.
"Ah...of course...the people at the Trade Commission remember you saying the same thing last time." However,
she seemed completely unconvinced.
"Well...this time is different..." This made Wisteria even more embarrassed.
"Oh? I remember that person saying that to me, and you seem to have said it last time too." But she still clearly didn't believe her.
"Absolutely no problem, Miss Oni, let me tell you..." Fortunately, Aina stepped in and
answered very confidently, then whispered a few words in the other person's ear.
Soon, Miss Oni, dressed as a maid, burst into laughter as if to dispel the gloomy atmosphere.
"Hahahaha! I see, no problem. Such a small project
will be absolutely fine as long as it's handled by our Fiari Heavy Industries! But remember to notify me when it's time for the final settlement so I can do it myself. Just hand it over to
the one known as the best at falsifying accounts among all the companies in the Federation..." She then seemed to continue...
She blurted out some of the company's unspeakable secrets, disregarding the occasion.
"Someone! Quickly gag the vice president!" Seeing that Zifang seemed to have discovered the company's dark side and
was seriously considering terminating her contract, Aina, seemingly suffering from a headache, rubbed her forehead and loudly ordered
.
Night Rain and Alice immediately pounced on her, one firmly restraining Oni's writhing and struggling body,
while the other stuffed an unknown rag into her mouth, forcing her to continue making strange and indistinct
sounds.
"Vice president, you can't do this! If it's exposed that you're falsifying accounts and embezzling clients' money to make your own bed,
the company's reputation will be ruined," Aura lectured her, half-laughing, half-crying.
"Ah... well... young master, how should I put it? Considering our company has already provided you with four
high-quality beauties, could you please just pretend you didn't hear what someone was saying? I promise I'll supervise
all the accounts." Aina awkwardly showed Fujido a cute
smile that was obviously feigned.
"That's right, please don't take such trivial matters so seriously. Miss Garo, please help persuade him too
. I remember he listens to you the most." On the other hand, Oni, who had somehow broken free, once again made a surprising statement.
Fujido was stunned for a moment, and Garo, who had the same expression, also materialized from his phantom state. "Why are you
..." The sudden voice and figure startled the people opposite, except for Oni
.
"No need to be so surprised, right? Aren't you the mental model of the Time-Space Management Agency? Please don't forget your
essential role." She explained in very vague language, so much so that Fujido couldn't understand it at all, but
that wasn't surprising, as she was clearly not speaking to him.
"I see..." Garo's body trembled inexplicably. "So that's why, even though you know
him, I can't find any trace of you in his memories?" She clearly understood the
hidden meaning in his words.
"I think it's better not to reveal too much about the future, even if it's actually the past for me. Anyway
, if you can help persuade him to ignore some information he shouldn't have heard, I'll give you a lot of
your favorite and most needed things." Oni's smile was unusually bright.
"You want to bribe me?" Garo remained unmoved.
"Hehe, when that girl Aina applied for the Primal Energy Refining Equipment, she said that the city's mainframe power was seriously over-limit
, so it could be refined using beneficial energy. Theoretically, to ensure that the municipal system wouldn't be
damaged by excessive power transmission, the mainframe can't be started before the equipment is installed. However, we can also consider starting it up in advance
, so that the energy overflowing during this period will..." Oni trailed off, her tone full of provocation
.
"I can absorb it!" Garou blurted out almost reflexively. "No... I have principles... I can't
betray my darling for my own sake..." He hurriedly changed his mind, but his resolve was weak.
"Oh... really don't want it? There are 30,000 ethers per second (Note: the energy unit of the Ancient Fiari Empire)
."
"Eh... this... this..."
...
"In the end, didn't you still sell me out..." Zifang, who had returned to the main tent alone, piled various
records and materials about the battle on his desk and complained under his breath.
He had been ordered by Lan Hua to complete the battle report within two days, so he reluctantly dug out the accumulated reports
and related materials from his subordinates. The search was endless. The materials that kept popping up were all piled up on his desk,
and now he couldn't help but feel a headache looking at this mountain of books.
"Can I really finish it in two days?" But if he couldn't finish it, Sister Lan Hua would probably throw a tantrum again... Just
thinking about it made his stomach hurt.
"Senior brother!" Just as he was lamenting, an impatient voice came from behind him.
"Huh?" Turning his head, he saw a petite but well-endowed girl
—Crescent Moon—running towards him, her breasts swaying as she tried to hug him.
Wisteria quickly put down what he was holding and embraced Crescent Moon, who nestled into his arms, rubbing
her forehead against his chest.
"Senior brother, I'm settled in," she said, her voice filled with happiness.
"Ah, where will you sleep tonight?" "Hehehe…Senior brother is so naughty…" Crescent Moon
answered with a happy smile and a blushing face. She took a few steps back and spun around with her arms outstretched.
At this moment, Crescent Moon was also dressed in a cute and gorgeous Gothic Lolita style outfit, but she had clearly
changed to a lighter style to suit the slightly warmer temperature: a sleeveless, pure white blouse that accentuated her bust
had more delicate ribbons than lace. The slightly longer hem, like butterfly wings, radiated a beautiful, flowing elegance. The pale pink pleated skirt beneath
was, as usual, a mini size, highlighting the lace and
swaying gracefully with the girl's twirling body.
Her slender legs, as always, were clad in black stockings. As the skirt billowed,
glimpses of a halter-neck design and sexy lace-up panties could be seen, a feast for the eyes.
The twirling Crescent Moon, her sky-blue hair flowing, looked like a fairy dancing on flowers
, exuding an aura of both endearment and mystery, making Wisteria's heart flutter.
"Hey, senior brother, isn't it beautiful? This is a new outfit I specially ordered before I came back!" While Wisteria was lost in
admiration, Crescent Moon stopped spinning and ran to hug him again.
"I thought it was beautiful the first time I saw it…and looking at it more closely, it really suits you, Crescent
Moon. You're so cute, I want to keep looking at you." Wisteria happily hugged his junior sister tightly, and Crescent Moon tightened
her embrace around his waist.
"Senior brother, aren't you going to ask me why I came back?" Crescent Moon suddenly asked, seemingly out of nowhere.
"Does a little sister need a reason to come home?" Wisteria replied matter-of-factly.
"..." Crescent Moon's moist, purplish-blue eyes looked up at Wisteria, a blush creeping onto her cheeks
. Her limbs, held tightly in his embrace, pressed against his body. "Tomorrow I might lose this right, so..."
"Tonight, I hope I can just be Crescent Moon..." she murmured in a slightly dazed voice.
"No, not just tonight. No matter what you ask for tomorrow, you will always be my Crescent Moon."
Hearing this, Crescent Moon unconsciously hugged him tighter, her shapely breasts pressing against Wisteria's body. Her round
and full breasts seemed to assert their softness, deforming wantonly. Under this onslaught, Wisteria's rationality rapidly
diminished.
"Senior Brother..." Crescent Moon continued to call out in a sweet and moving voice. Wisteria bent down slightly and
kissed her gently pouting lips. After tasting her tender lips for several seconds, he felt a small tongue
emerge from between his lips, gently tapping his tightly closed lips in rhythm with their breathing. The touch sent
a tingling sensation through Wisteria's back, and he couldn't help but extend his tongue to intertwine with hers.
"Hoo... Ah..."
"Chirp, Pfft..."
Their breathing became rapid, and Crescent Moon, her body gradually weakening, instinctively hugged
Wisteria tighter, leaning her entire body against him.
Wisteria followed her movement and leaned back, just as he expected, behind him was the long table where he usually held meetings with his generals . Feeling the soft, light body of the girl on his body, Wisteria's hands 　　began to caress her skin
while kissing her lips . 　　His palms slid over the girl's slender arms and shoulders, which seemed as if they might break at any moment, and her delicate, beautiful back. Then, 　　his hands continued to move downwards, caressing her fleshy, full buttocks from above her skirt. 　　"Mmm... Ah..." Sensitive Crescent Moon let out a sweet moan, and Wisteria 　　moved one of his hands away from her buttocks, reaching for the most full and alluring part of her petite body, gently kneading her soft breasts 　　, his fingertips casually untying the ribbon with buttons attached. 　　"Senior brother..." Kissing her cheek, he could clearly feel the girl's noticeably hot body against his. She 　　was clearly becoming even more immersed in the moment, but Zifang didn't continue unbuttoning her clothes—after all, these were 　　the clothes Yueya had chosen for her rare return, and taking them all off would be a bit too unromantic. 　　Taking advantage of Yueya's momentary daze, Zifang suddenly hugged her, pulling her off him and pressing her onto the table. 　　Yueya was startled, then relaxed again, closing her eyes slightly and letting him do as he pleased. 　　Laying Yueya flat, Zifang's hands began to slide down her waist. They traversed the delicate, ornate 　　belt, caressed the cute, short skirt, and finally landed on the girl's legs encased in black, semi-transparent stockings 　　. 　　The silky smoothness, so different from her skin and clothes, rubbed against his palms, moving from her soft, plump thighs to her rounded, 　　delicate knees, then over her firm calves and slender ankles. He deftly 　　removed the black crystal shoes from the girl's small feet and tossed them under the bed. He carefully played with her tender little feet beneath the stockings, eliciting 　　intermittent moans of "Mmm... Ah..." from the girl as she was tickled. 　　After a few minutes of this, Zifang temporarily released Yueya'er's feet, his hands moving 　　up her stockinged legs to her round, fleshy buttocks. The slightly unfamiliar combination of sensations filled him with delight. 　　Seemingly eager to confirm his guess about that wonderful tactile combination, Zifang impatiently lifted Yueya'er 　　's buttocks, simultaneously lifting her short skirt. 　　"Wow!..." As expected, what came into view were specially designed erotic pantyhose—not 　　the garter stockings he had vaguely seen and then assumed, but two holes, one large and one small, between her legs and on her buttocks, respectively revealing a 　　fluffy fox tail and a tempting vulva partially hidden beneath black semi-transparent lace-up panties. The visually 　　alluring stimulation made him gasp involuntarily. 　　Wisteria buried its head between Crescent Moon's thighs, parting her thighs beneath the stockings, and 　　gently kissed her budding nipples through the holes in the pantyhose and the small lace-up panties. 　　"Ah...ha..." As Wisteria blew on the sparse grass beside the bud under the silk fabric panty, 　　Crescent Moon's body trembled slightly, and she let out a somewhat hazy moan. At the same time, Wisteria 　　felt a change deep within her body—the gradually boiling desire was like her engorged 　　sensitive area, both sensitive and hard. Every time the tip of her tongue touched it, a sweet and sour 　　, clear juice would overflow, slowly soaking her panties. 　　"Ah...ha..." As Wisteria continued to repeat the gentle licking motion, Crescent Moon's body reacted 　　more intensely. Before long, she seemed unable to bear it any longer, and increasingly rapid moans 　　flowed from her cherry-like mouth. The sound and the sour liquid on her tongue made Wisteria 　　move her lips and tongue even more vigorously, further licking and teasing the half-open bud under her panties. 　　"Senior brother...I want..." Under such provocative teasing, the young girl's desire quickly became uncontrollable 　　. Initially shy and frequently covering her face with her hands, she now pressed her hands against Zifeng's 　　head, craving more intense and direct contact. 　　Hearing her panting request, Zifeng slowly moved his lips away, changed position, picked her up and turned her around 　　, his hands impatiently reaching around from behind to grasp her breasts. They were 　　beautiful flesh with a more tangible quality than what could be seen through her clothes; perfectly soft and elastic young breasts. 　　"Ah? Gently...gently..." Completely ignoring the girl's 　　cries as she recovered from the sudden rough treatment, Zifeng frantically kneaded those full mounds, forcibly 　　squeezing, kneading, and twisting them between his fingers, shaping them into various forms. 　　"So rough... Really, Senior Brother has a bad heart..." Ignoring Crescent Moon's increasingly moaning tone 　　, Wisteria savored the smoothness of her breasts, while its swollen and hot penis 　　rubbed intensely against her buttocks through her pantyhose and underwear. 　　"Didn't you say you wanted this?" He slipped his hand inside her clothes to locate her nipples; the girl's sensitive 　　area was already erect with excitement. Then Wisteria turned her around further, taking her lips—covering 　　them with his own, pressing them tightly together. Crescent Moon seemed to resist the entry of his tongue, but her body arched backward...

The breathing difficulties caused by her position were quickly overcome by her jaw. Taking advantage of her deep exhale, Wisteria's
tongue immediately slipped into her mouth. In an instant, like a machine with its power cord cut, Crescent Moon's whole body
gradually lost its strength. Next, the girl's tongue began to stir, and in their intertwined mouths
, their tongues touched and intertwined.
One minute, two minutes... five minutes passed, and finally, after the long kiss ended, a panting
Wisteria carried Crescent Moon's exhausted body to the desk.
Lifting her skirt, untying the ties, and taking off her panties...
"I didn't say I was going to sleep here tonight..." Crescent Moon suddenly blushed and deliberately said
something that contradicted her current state, making Wisteria hold back her laughter—her snow-white neck, and her full, seemingly contradictory
breasts and buttocks, plus the most arousing open-crotch pantyhose, all of this clearly told the man that
not enjoying this beautiful body was practically a crime!
"Then hurry up and tell me where you want to sleep? I'll send someone to burn it down right away," Wisteria said with a smile, while simultaneously slipping her hands
under Crescent Moon's knees. The girl, sensing her intention, instinctively
let out an "Ah!" and tried to close her legs somewhat awkwardly, but her unsteady posture on the desk made it difficult for her to find a foothold, so she had no choice but 　　to obediently
spread her legs for the other to admire. As punishment for the girl's instinctive resistance, Wisteria deliberately and slowly opened her trembling legs, 　　and slowly, her pink vulva began to appear in her vision. Crescent Moon opened her slightly dazed eyes, 　　shyly gazing at her gradually opened private parts. 　　"Ah ah..." Finally, it was completely revealed, and Crescent Moon, witnessing herself being 　　completely seen by Wisteria, shyly turned her face to the side, emitting a rather alluring sound. 　　"So beautiful..." Facing the girl's long-awaited vulva, Wisteria couldn't help but swallow— 　　a vibrant flower had already bloomed there to welcome a man. The beautiful pale pink petals, glistening with clear, lustful fluid 　　, appeared moist. Under his burning gaze, the overflowing fluid dripped down. 　　He couldn't resist bringing his face close to Crescent Moon's honeyed depths, gently kissing her petal-like labia. The girl's thighs, 　　caught off guard, suddenly tightened around his head, but Wisteria didn't care. She extended her tongue further, carefully 　　savoring the pink flesh, letting it roll and rub against it. 　　"Ah..." Soon, Crescent Moon's legs trembled and loosened, her hands embracing Wisteria's head passionately 　　, her lips emitting sweet cries. Then, suddenly, her whole body trembled, and 　　the taste of the clear fluid gushing from the depths of her honeyed depths traveled down her tongue into her mouth. 　　Wisteria stood up, took off his shirt, and pulled down his trousers. Between his naked thighs, his engorged and aching penis stood erect 　　. Without a word, he pulled Crescent Moon's waist closer, the tip of his penis pressing against the center of her honeyed depths. 　　"Here it comes." The moment his eyes met the girl's, a mixture of fear and anticipation, his penis 　　thrust in with a powerful stroke. 　　"Ah!" Crescent Moon, suddenly penetrated deep inside, groaned, her brow furrowing. But it wasn't clearly 　　from pain; rather, it seemed like pleasure, as if she were savoring the intense impact, her eyes welling with tears. 　　Sure enough… this girl still prefers to be "intense," just like before. Thinking this, Wisteria 　　grabbed Crescent Moon's side. "Here we go." He thrust 　　his hips forward abruptly. "Ah!" Caught off guard, Crescent Moon let out a pained cry. But Wisteria wasn't about to 　　let her go. He continued thrusting his penis in and out violently. As his speed increased, 　　Crescent Moon's cries gradually turned into moans, and perhaps due to the initial intensity causing her to gasp 　　for breath, her moans were accompanied by heavy breathing. 　　The tent had no door in the strict sense, and the evening breeze slipped in through the gaps in the curtains. Crescent 　　Moon shivered involuntarily at the cool sensation on her buttocks, not from the cold, but from the sudden realization that there was no 　　door that could be closed properly. Although there was a barrier outside so there was no worry about sound leaking out, it couldn't guarantee that someone wouldn't suddenly 　　come in. 　　"Please...not here...let's go inside...to the room..." With a gasp and a groan, 　　she managed to utter these words before collapsing wearily against Wisteria's chest. Wisteria hugged 　　her tightly, lifting her buttocks, and led her towards the inner bedroom, still joined. 　　"Well then, let's stay like this until we get inside," Wisteria whispered in her ear. Crescent Moon 　　blushed and nodded, wrapping her arms around his neck and her fleshy legs tightly around his waist. 　　Wisteria had always wanted to try this position again. Of course, while it seemed exciting, he knew it would 　　n't necessarily increase his physical pleasure much. He had tried it with Lan Hua before, and although it was a sudden 　　idea, it took a lot of persuasion to convince the shy Lan Hua. He found that while being 　　wrapped in those incredibly long, beautiful legs was alluring, Lan Hua's relatively strong 　　physique and weight, combined with her powerful grip, made it feel more like 　　physical labor than pleasure. 　　Although Lan Hua's excited reactions suggested it stimulated her more, he himself 　　felt it was more like acrobatics, and it seemed even the excited Lan Hua felt the same way. So, 　　after both reaching orgasm, they actually laughed at each other. 　　But Yueya'er's situation seemed different. Light and less strong, she was completely manipulated by the wisteria 　　, and the relentless, forceful penetration clearly gave her an intense pleasurable stimulation. So much so that 　　with each step Zi Teng took, she couldn't help but tilt her head back and let out intoxicated, slightly frenzied 　　cries of "Ah, ya!" 　　Zi Teng, still holding Yue Ya'er's body, deliberately took heavy steps to the front of the inner room, lifted the curtain 　　, and went inside. She snapped her fingers, turning on the light. 　　"Why...why turn on the light..." Yue Ya'er asked as their connected bodies reached 　　the bedside.

"Otherwise, wouldn't you miss my lovely little crescent moon?" Wisteria smiled and temporarily parted their
lower bodies, placing Crescent Moon on the edge of the bed. She then turned him around, his hands supporting him on the edge of the bed, his buttocks
raised high. One hand caressed the girl's soft, fleshy buttocks,
while the other gripped his own penis, locking onto its target. Without hesitation, he thrust in forcefully.
"Ah?!" This powerful blow caused Crescent Moon to cry out in pain, perhaps the sudden attack had
already brought her body, sensitive from the special position, to a slight climax
. She weakly supported herself with her elbows, uttering soft moans like "Ha! Ah!"
Clearly sensing that Crescent Moon's body was fully engaged, Wisteria grabbed her
waist without restraint, attacking with maximum force and speed. As the wet, erotic sounds of their bodies mingling, barely visible from the cleft between their buttocks
, became increasingly smooth
as the penis thrust in and out. Zifeng continued his frenzied pumping, feeling the love fluid overflowing from Yueya'er's body being expelled by his penis and
splashing between their joined bodies.
"Ah! Ha! Senior brother… I… slower… more…" Yueya'er
's voice became increasingly incoherent as her body seemed to give way. She could no longer support herself with her elbows, only her shoulders bearing
the weight of her body and the waves of pleasure washing over her from behind.
"Slowing down won't do. Keep showing me this slutty little fox!" The crisp sounds
of slapping her buttocks and the splashing of her fluids filled the room, further arousing Zifeng and Qingyu. He wrapped his hands
around Yueya'er's body, one hand grasping and kneading one of her slightly overly full breasts, while the other
hand reached between her legs, pinching and twisting her sensitive clitoris.
"Ah! I can't take it anymore! It's coming...it's almost here!" Under this chain of attacks, Crescent Moon's
honeypot quickly began to spasm, and even more copious amounts of vaginal fluid were pumped out by the penis, flowing down their legs and onto the ground
.
Clearly sensing the girl's sudden climax, Wisteria paused its movements, gently separating their bodies
. The penis, withdrawn from her honeypot, remained hard and erect, its shaft glistening under the light because of the climax fluid
, seemingly angrily gazing up at the sky.
On the other hand, Crescent Moon, still hesitant in the afterglow of her climax, could no longer straighten her back and
collapsed weakly onto the edge of the bed. Wisteria gently lifted her body, letting her lie supine in the center of the bed.
He calmed his breathing slightly, then gently pressed his arm against Crescent Moon's petite body, tenderly stroking
her. He also gently caressed her full breasts. After a while, perhaps sensing that Crescent Moon's body
had recovered, he intensified his movements to reignite the girl's desire,
kneading her breasts forcefully as if milking a cow. His hands then roamed her entire body, his mouth simultaneously showering her with passionate kisses. Finally, he lifted Crescent
Moon's thighs, hoisting her legs onto his shoulders, and after teasing and rubbing her moist entrance several times, he began his
third penetration.
This time, there was no further pause; his penis slammed in almost vertically. The current position allowed him to penetrate exceptionally deep. He breathed heavily, thrusting his penis 　　into the girl's body
again and again with all his might, like a pile driver . 　　"Ahhh, I can't take it anymore! I can't... I can't take it anymore... I can't take it anymore..." Crescent Moon 　　was almost crying as she shook her head from side to side, begging for mercy breathlessly. But Wisteria was determined not to let 　　her go this time. She grabbed her churning breasts with both hands and continued to intensify her attack, ten times, a hundred times... 　　"Ahhh!" Finally, under such an intense and unusual attack, a particularly loud scream 　　echoed throughout the room. Crescent Moon, having climaxed again, lay motionless. However, in stark contrast to her exhausted body 　　, the walls of her vagina contracted and rubbed violently, and a large amount of fluid washed over 　　the most sensitive part of her penis in the almost non-existent gaps. Under this counterattack, Zifeng quickly reached her limit. 　　The torrent that had been suppressed deep in her testicles was instantly released. Warm, white fluid gushed out from the center of her glans and poured into Yueya'er 　　's uterus, wave after wave, as if it had forgotten to stop, violently gushing... 　　"Ugh... I can't write anymore..." After venting her emotions, Zifeng felt much more refreshed 　　, so as a reward, she gave Yueya'er a lot of snacks and let her rest before returning to 　　the desk in the outer room, ready to continue her headache-inducing work while she was still in good spirits. But as soon as she sat down, she almost immediately 　　started complaining again. 　　"You're actually staying up all night writing, what an obedient little brother." Along with the refreshing female voice came 　　Lan Hua's dashing figure. 　　"I'm so bored..." Feeling utterly listless and bored, Wisteria decided 　　to try and charm her seemingly less stern older sister. 　　"What? Need a hug to encourage me?" Lately, perhaps due to the 　　continuous training from Lux and Garou, Lan Hua had become much more proactive and playful, which Wisteria found somewhat 　　unusual. 　　"I'm happy with your intentions, but that's not what I really meant." Saying one thing but meaning another 　　, he threw himself into Lan Hua's arms as she approached him with open arms. 　　A camellia-like fragrance wafted towards him. Lan Hua had a unique body odor, something Wisteria had long noticed 　　; according to her, it was a side effect of drinking a special medicinal tea that relieved muscle fatigue during her childhood martial arts training 　　. And it wasn't just the fragrance; the specially made breastplate created a cleavage that was both soft and incredibly elastic 　　. Burying one's head in it gave a blissful feeling that could cleanse all worries. However… 　　“How are you? Feeling motivated?” “Unfortunately, not at all.” 　　Lan Hua, so close at hand, asked this, but Zi Teng shook her head—she certainly had the motivation to flirt with her, even to make love… 　　… 　　“Then take a break. I happen to have something I want to talk to you about, about that 　　girl with fox ears and a tail.” Zi Teng wasn't surprised at all by her purpose; in fact, 　　he had pretty much guessed Yue Ya'er's intention in coming back.

"I understand your thoughts. She's probably some kind of envoy sent by the orcs for peace talks," he
replied calmly.
"Aren't you worried at all? Although this matter could be big or small, are you really sure it's okay for you to contact her privately
?" Lan Hua was quite concerned about his composure.
"Since the other side has arranged things this way, it means they can't discuss this openly
. In this situation, being flexible is never a bad thing," Zi Teng's tone remained relaxed.
"I'm not talking about that aspect. The key is the current situation..." Lan Hua hesitated.
"You mean the situation is in our favor? Maybe, but not necessarily in my favor. Remember what happened two years ago
? I won't make the same mistake twice." This answer stunned Lan Hua, but she quickly realized
: how similar was the situation two years ago to now? Back then, he chose to relentlessly pursue and attack, severely weakening the Lion Clan
and directly triggering a civil war among the orcs, almost resolving this border threat. But what was the result? When the threat ceases
to exist, the person who resolved it loses their value. Within a month, he was stripped of his military
power and sent to the northwestern desert by Xue.
The war in the northwest was relatively easy, giving Zifeng ample time to consider the gains and losses. After much deliberation, he discovered
a fundamental problem: to his "father," he was merely a weapon to fight the enemy
. If the enemy disappeared, the weapon was useless—like the rabbit being cooked after the hunt, the bow being put away after the birds are gone, a principle that has remained unchanged throughout history
.
"But the key question is, what will the prince think if we secretly make peace?" Even though she understood his
thoughts, Lanhua couldn't hide her unease.
"Father actually means the same thing, but he doesn't want to say it openly." Zifeng smiled at her concerns
.
"What do you mean?" Lanhua asked, puzzled.
"Don't you think the movements of the Right Dragon Guard are strange?" Zifeng countered.
"Strange…now that you mention it, it really is. They're a field force, yet they've been assigned to protect our
rear." Lanhua seemed to understand something.
"That's right. If we really wanted to protect our rear supply lines, garrison troops like the Tiger Might Guard would
have been enough. Father mobilized the Dragon Martial Guard but kept them stationed at the border. This was partly to prevent
anyone in the palace who didn't understand his intentions from requesting the deployment of field troops to support our insufficient forces. More importantly, it was to show me.
His message was clear: there are no more reinforcements available, so it's time to call it quits." Zifeng spoke casually,
but anyone could hear the roguishness in his tone and expression.
"It seems His Highness doesn't want us to expand our gains... But why?" Lanhua still didn't fully understand his
meaning.
"On one hand, he's afraid of suffering too much damage to the military, but the main thing is he's afraid of ending up like me," Zi Teng said with a bitter
smile. "I'm his blade, but isn't he also the emperor's blade? The Xiling Prince 's Mansion
exists to deal with the border troubles in the west. Once the border troubles are eliminated, the court won't necessarily want to withdraw the princes immediately, but at least
the army and financial power in the hands of the Xiling Prince will be under the emperor's control. To put it bluntly, in the past two years, I unexpectedly
and quickly dealt with the problems in the southwest and northwest. My father seems happy, but in private, he probably
hates me to the core." He further explained.
"I've always thought you lived a very tiring life, but I really didn't expect it to be this difficult." Lan Hua
's tone was relieved but tinged with sadness.
Zi Teng just smiled again, a bitter smile. In a sense, it was precisely because of this that he often
lacked motivation, and sometimes even felt that he had no motivation at all.
Before, in the northwest, he wanted to prove himself, while in the southwest, he was considering his long-term future.
That's why he went all out, full of energy to solve tactical and strategic
problems. But
this time, the situation was different. Initially,
he had indeed worked diligently to preserve the results of his military reforms, but now the battle record clearly proved sufficient. Continuing to fight would
be detrimental to himself, the enemy, and those behind him. Thinking about this, his enthusiasm naturally waned
.
"Fine, since that's the case, I'll make an exception and allow you to slack off for a while longer," Lan Hua
said, poking his cheek. "By the way, I've prepared a midnight snack for you too. Are you going to eat the snack first or me
? Ouch, that hurts..." She then asked in a rather unaccustomed, playful tone, only to bite her tongue
.
Instead of answering, Zi Teng hugged Lan Hua tightly,
causing a broad smile to bloom on Lan Hua's handsome face.
"Then I won't be polite," he said, gently biting Lan Hua's ear.
"Eh? Eh eh eh...!?" He was immediately met with an unexpected counterattack. Lan Hua rested her chin
on his shoulder, her plump, cherry-red lips nibbling back and forth at his ear. Sometimes gentle, sometimes intense
. With each light bite, Zi Teng's thoughts relaxed comfortably, and in this sweet stimulation
, a warm, wet sensation, different from his lips, quickly slid upwards along the contours of his ear.
"Lan... Sister Lan Hua..." Zi Teng was surprised by her unusually proactive approach, and couldn't help but feel a little
giddy.
"Ah, you seem to be enjoying it, so let me let you enjoy it a little longer..." Hearing his accidental
moan, Lan Hua's voice trembled slightly with shyness, but it was clear she was very happy. Next,
she first released her grip and gave Zi Teng a shy smile, then took his ear deeper into her mouth, and then went a
step further, gently biting his earlobe with her canine teeth.
The feeling at that moment was like a series of gentle stimulations suddenly giving way to a tingling, itchy, and stinging sensation.
A spark of desire instantly ignited in Zi Teng's brain. The tongue technique, like licking a wound, the moist, slippery tongue,
paired with lips covering the earlobe, and finally, the truly subtle bites, sent his pleasure soaring.
"This…it's really a little strange…Sister Lan Hua is actually so proactive. Were you
corrupted by those two awful women?" Zi Teng asked half-jokingly.
"Pfft. No, quite the opposite. According to the ladies, teasing you like this...
will soon make you unable to resist pounce on me, right?" Lan Hua released his earlobe, and
the bright red tongue that had been licking his ear just moments before now licked its own lips as if in a mischievous mood. She smiled, a mixture of happiness and shyness
.
"..." Zi Teng was stunned for a moment, but he also felt that Lan Hua's words made sense. Indeed, while feeling comfortable and novel
, he also had a strong urge to push her down and take her right there.
"Sigh... does that mean that Sister Lan Hua has figured out my nature completely?"
"Of course, I'm the sister that the ladies personally found for you." During the conversation, Lan Hua's straightforward
gaze at Zi Teng was filled with the loving care of a sister, and Zi Teng smiled in return.
"So, that means now... you want me to do this, right?" Zi Teng suddenly pressed Lan Hua down on top of her
, changing their positions of attack and defense.
Lan Hua shifted her body slightly shyly, smiled sweetly at Zi Teng, and finally, triumphantly
wrapped her alluring long legs around his waist. "Sister, I'm so glad you pushed me down," she said, then gently
kissed his cheek again.
Zi Teng returned the kiss, his lips moving to Lan Hua's smooth cheek, her snow-white neck,
and her collarbone below the V-shaped opening of her breastplate. He left a trail of saliva on her healthy, textured skin,
gently caressing her body, his fingers deliberately keeping a distance.
"I...want more..." Lan Hua writhed under the teasing, emitting seductive sounds, looking up at
Zi Teng's moist eyes, radiating a desire to explore pleasure; her warm sigh symbolized her rising passion.
Zi Teng deliberately ignored her, continuing to gently and lightly caress her body, using just the right amount of force
to tease every part of her body. His fingers glided over Lan Hua's toned upper arms, slender shoulders
, flat stomach, and soft sides. Under this continuous teasing, Lan Hua's entire body became extremely sensitive
, to the point that she would let out a soft sigh whenever Zi Teng's fingers deliberately teased her.
Finally, his fingers touched Lan Hua's breasts, and she shyly twisted her body, her legs, through the red stockings,
rubbing restlessly against Zi Teng's waist. The next moment, Zi Teng opened the leather armor on her chest, and then
removed the padding to protect her skin from chafing, revealing a red bra with lace trim underneath.
Zi Teng continued his teasing, blowing on Lan Hua's breasts, which vibrated sensitively from the stimulation
. Then his fingers began to attack further, his fingertips gently pressing
the center of her breasts, which were covered by the bra.
"Ahhh?!" Lan Hua let out a high-pitched moan, her arched body trembling. In no time
, she slumped limply onto the table, muttering in a daze, "A sudden attack...
that's too unfair..."
"But it feels good, right?"
"Mmm, mmm..." Lan Hua's cheeks flushed crimson as she gazed at him shyly.
Zi Teng smiled and picked up her charming older sister and lover. Lan Hua smiled back, and the two held
each other tightly in a man-on-top position.
"You're already wet, Lan Hua, how much do you want it?" A hand restlessly slipped
between Lan Hua's legs, and Zi Teng discovered that her panties under her skirt were already soaked.
"Waaah...don't say it out loud, it's so embarrassing...sister...I don't know why lately...
it's been a little...that...it's been leaking easily..." Lan Hua's face instantly turned as red as if she had a fever.
"What's easy to leak out? The lewd juices from your little hole?" Zi Teng clearly wasn't going to let her off the hook.
"Ugh...really! So tasteless! I don't remember raising you into such a filthy brat
..."
"...Lan Hua's body is even more filthy, isn't it?" Pulling her panties aside, Lan Hua's shameful
place between her legs was finally exposed: it was already sticky and sticky, and her slightly open honey hole was expressing its
desire for sex.
"Ugh...you mean..." The next moment, the teasing, gentle touch from her honey hole
made Lan Hua gasp, "Mmm...mmm, do...do you want to come in? Please come in quickly..."
she pleaded eagerly.
"What should I do...Lan Hua has been making me do some very troublesome and annoying writing work lately
..." Zi Teng seemed absent-minded.
"I'm sorry! I'll apologize, please forgive me...! Look, you can
use my pussy as you please!" Despite her intense desire, the burning sensation hadn't arrived.
Lan Hua, her desire aroused, couldn't bear his coy teasing.
"So, how should I say it?... Please come in, right?" The glans was already rubbing around her vulva,
but the penis still showed no intention of entering. "Ugh... Please come in... Please, please!"
Lan Hua, her face already flushed, almost cried out.
"So cute, Lan Hua-jie." Zi Teng was mesmerized by her bullied little girl appearance.
"Really, bullying me... huh?!" Lan Hua turned her face away in a huff, but
felt the forceful separation of her vaginal walls.
"Huh? Ah! What, what is this? It's so big today?!" Lan Hua's body trembled violently—
although the size was always a source of pain, it felt like today Zi Teng's penis
was even bigger than usual.
"Ah, ha, umm...is it more...more exciting than usual?" Lan Hua asked, her brow furrowed, her
troubled expression stemming from either discomfort in her lower body or something else.
"...Probably, it's because of you, Sister Lan Hua. It's sucking extra tight today," Zi Teng
said matter-of-factly, which was indeed what he felt.
"Umm...no, that's not right, it's your fault. I saw you with that girl when I got nearby...
" As the penis slowly pushed deeper, Lan Hua's back trembled and her whole body
shook violently.
"Um...almost...just one more breath...inside...please..."
Finding herself on the verge of orgasm, Lan Hua pleaded for no further stimulation.
"That won't do. This is punishment for peeping. As the one being punished, Lan Hua has no right to speak
." "S-really! You're bullying me! Ah? Ahhhhhh!" As they spoke, the penis had already slightly
penetrated to its deepest point. In an instant, the walls of her vagina writhed as if sucking, and the folds of her sensitive flesh
tightened around her.
"Lan Hua is definitely too excited today, both inside and out." Zi Teng stopped again
, holding Lan Hua beneath him, his penis, now almost fully inside, remaining still,
savoring the sensations within her undulating cavity.
"Haa...haa...it's already inside...move, move..." Driven by
both physical and psychological urges, Lan Hua cried out in distress, but unfortunately, Zi Teng didn't seem
to want to do as she wished.
"Mmm...mmm, mmm...haa, haa...mmm..." To relieve the wet, itchy
feeling in her lower body and the tingling sensation like ants biting her, Lan Hua squeezed her legs together and unconsciously twisted her waist, letting
the penis deep inside her rub against her thirsty flesh.
"Ah? Sister Lan Hua twisted her waist by herself?" Zi Teng, sensing everything, deliberately made a surprised expression and tone
.
"B-because...you're impatient with your sister...mmm...haa?!" Lan Hua blushed deeply,
but her lower body continued to twist unconsciously. Zi Teng decided to continue her mischief, and suddenly thrust hard, the penis penetrating
deep into her uterus again. Lan Hua trembled violently. Although it was just a sudden attack, it
gave her a head-shaking pleasure.
"Ah, ah...please, please, move...more..." But it stopped after only one thrust, and
Lan Hua's voice was almost crying.
"Mmm...yes, Lan Hua's little hole is gurgling and wriggling, as if it really wants me
to move...it." Zi Teng was enjoying this moment of conquest, continuing to relentlessly expose
the lewd reactions within the woman beneath him, and then...
"Mmm...ahhh! Ah! This, so sudden, mmm...ahhh! I didn't say that..." This time it was a
continuous, seamless movement, the penis began to thrust rapidly like a pile driver. The sensitive flesh walls, guided by the penis,
rubbed together, producing lewd foam, and the owner of the flesh walls let out a mixture of excitement and distress.
"Mmm, this, no...I'm going to...I'm going to fly...ah!" Lan Hua, already aroused to the point of fragility,
completely collapsed after only about twenty rounds, her honey-like juices gushing out, like a faucet turned on
, overflowing wetly from her little hole that tightly wrapped around the penis. As if to testify to the lewd scene unfolding here,
large, suspicious water stains were left on the tablecloth.
"Haa, haa, I, I've... have mercy on me... I've already... at least let me rest a
bit..." Lan Hua's pleading voice trembled as much as her body.
"But, I haven't ejaculated yet." Zi Teng showed no sign of backing down.
"You still want to play with your sister? Really! You pervert! You lecher! You pervert! Ugh ugh ugh ugh!" Lan Hua
's rebuke abruptly stopped, replaced by a trembling moan—Zi Teng's natural response
was the deep penetration of her penis, which was ravaging the surrounding walls and the clitoris and uterus.
The penis pumped out the fluids left by the orgasm, the walls were repeatedly pulled and rubbed, the clitoris opened and
closed, each time just as the hot glans was being sent away, it was almost pierced again.
"Ah... Waaah, you're going to kill me, sister..."
"You're going to be so turned on you, aren't you?" Zifang had completely grasped the knack,
consciously stirring those sensitive spots in Lanhua's honeypot.
"Ugh...! Sister, can I go first? I'm... at my limit...!" After
nearly twenty minutes of intense pleasure, Lanhua was about to surrender again.
"I have no objection, but I'll still keep going until I ejaculate." Zifang accepted her
surrender, but still insisted on "punishing the war criminal."
"How can this be... Haaah... Ugh... Ee ee ee ee?!" Lanhua tried to protest, but
the pleasure, like being struck by lightning, flowed through her again, and her body burned fiercely again beyond her control. The electric
current-like feeling came from the movement of Zifang's fingers.
"Haaaaah! Really, don't play there... I already said... mmm mmm mmm!"
The moment her fingertips gently stroked her clitoris, Lan Hua's whole body trembled violently.
"I'm... almost there too, shall we go together?" Along with the trembling of her body, there was also a strong
contraction and squeezing in her honey hole. Zi Teng, who was feeling very good being squeezed, decided to let her go for now, so she stopped deliberately enduring and 　　controlling herself.
"
Mmm... but, but, eeeeee, don't speed it up anymore... have mercy on me... mmm ahhhhh
, sister, I 　　've gone too far, it's going to... it 's going 　　to become weird... ahh ... 　　" 　　But 　　, 　　but 　　... 　　Ughh 　　...

"Mmm...me too..." The penis that was thrusting just a moment ago released a large amount of
white, cloudy semen in the next instant. The hot, thick liquid rushed deep into the honey hole and poured directly into the uterus.
The two continued to hug each other like this until they both caught their breath before separating and sitting up again.
"Really...you always shoot so much inside. I'll have to find some medicine to take later, otherwise you'll definitely get me pregnant ." Lan Hua 　　frowned
as she straightened her clothes and saw the white, sticky fluid that kept flowing between her legs . 　　"I can't help it, Sister Lan Hua, you always clench so tightly." Her words relieved Zi Teng's 　　vague unease. Looking at the height of the moon outside the window, it was already midnight. Her body, which had consumed energy due to the strenuous exercise, 　　was protesting. 　　Seeing that the midnight snack Lan Hua brought was still steaming, and thinking that Yueya was still in the inner room, Zi Teng hugged the still 　　weak Lan Hua and got off the table to stand on the floor. This small, synchronized action gave him a great sense 　　of accomplishment, as did Lan Hua, who seemed to feel happiness in this gentle support. They exchanged a glance 　　and laughed happily. 　　"That's right, that little girl just did some vigorous exercise with you. 　　It's not strange that she's thinking, 'I'm so hungry, I hope there's a midnight snack,' so let's eat together." Lan 　　Hua, holding the lunchbox, understood what Zi Teng was thinking. 　　"Ah, but… I wonder if that girl has already eaten too many snacks?" 　　Zi Teng joked, appreciating her understanding. 　　"Is there a midnight snack? But I ate too many snacks just now, can we eat later?" And 　　he was right—as soon as they entered the inner room, they saw Yueya lying on the bed, reading and eating sweet pastries. 　　"I say, you… have you become so irresponsible since leaving your master? I've never seen you do this before, eating 　　snacks until you can't finish your main meal." Zi Teng, unfortunately correct, was both amused and exasperated. 　　"I didn't say I couldn't eat. Snacks and main meals are two different things." Crescent Moon pouted as she stood up, carefully 　　placing a bookmark on the book she was holding. "I just feel like there's not enough room in my stomach, so I hope we can 　　eat a little later. About an hour is fine." She then explained. 　　"That's what you call not being able to eat, you silly girl." Although she said that, Wisteria was still somewhat surprised as she observed Crescent 　　Moon, who was both familiar and somewhat unfamiliar: she would place a bookmark on the book she was reading and put it away properly, instead of leaving it lying 　　around; when she sat, her legs would be neatly together, and when she spoke, she would look directly into the other person's eyes. These small 　　details reveal her excellent upbringing, or rather, her impeccable manners. While she still appears 　　as naturally adorable as he remembered, she now exudes the air of a refined young lady. Moreover, her 　　tailor-made, cute outfit, subtly sensual and even lewd, especially the kind of sexy stockings that ignite a man's lust 　　, makes him begin to develop various, normal and abnormal, 　　interests regarding the girl's background and ethnicity. 　　"Zi... what are you thinking about, something erotic?" 　　"Whoa?!" Lan Hua's sudden interruption startled Zi Teng, making him wonder if she 　　possessed some kind of mind-reading ability, given how often she had seen through his thoughts in an instant 　　. 　　"Although I've long known that a large part of your brain is composed of lewd and pornographic elements, 　　please stop being so aroused by other women in front of one woman." Lan Hua's tone was somewhat helpless, but more so, 　　it conveyed a sense of sulking. "Ah...please don't say that about my senior brother. Although he's a bit of a pervert, he's very good to me. 　　He never finds it troublesome to act cute 　　with him anytime ..." 　　"Hmm, hmm...?" Lan Hua's expression became a little complicated as she faced the girl's innocent display of affection 　　. 　　"Every time I accidentally fall asleep somewhere else, my senior brother carries me to bed. He also helps me wash 　　my body when I take a bath, and after washing, he dries my long hair that's hard to manage. Of course, after doing all that, he usually pushes me down... 　　" However, Yueya'er clearly didn't notice this. 　　"Is this what they call a silly couple's public display of affection...you're deliberately showing off, aren't you?" Lan Hua's voice also 　　became a little ominous. 　　"Huh? No, I'm just stating the facts, and because there are so many examples, I can easily talk until tomorrow 　　morning, okay? But talking for too long will get tiring, so let me rest in between." Yueya'er was still rambling on 　　, making one wonder if she was just naturally naive or purely doing it on purpose. 　　"It's decided, you won't get any midnight snacks!" Lan Hua finally couldn't stand it anymore. 　　"I'm sorry! I was wrong, I'll improve my shortcomings, please be merciful!" The next moment, Crescent Moon 　　knelt down in near-perfect surrender. It seemed Lan Hua had found the girl's weakness; to make Crescent Moon 　　obedient, all she needed to do was threaten her with food. 　　Wisteria shook her head, deciding not to interfere in the women's war for the time being, and moved to a table to the side. Eating 　　snacks until the main meal was too much for the cook. But since Lan Hua had already found 　　a way to get revenge, Wisteria decided not to get involved. Besides, she wasn't very 　　hungry at the moment, so waiting for her a little longer wouldn't hurt. 　　"Would you like something to drink?" he asked, picking up the teapot on the table. 　　"I want milk!" came the first response, a cheerful and cute voice. 　　"Please! What will happen if your breasts keep getting bigger? Oh, and... I'd like a cup of chrysanthemum tea." Then another 　　surprised voice came. 　　Everyone wants different drinks… Thinking this, Wisteria took out tea leaves, 　　dried chrysanthemums, milk, and some fruit from the cabinet under the table. Although the origin of these things remained a mystery, 　　the variety and freshness of their food had been consistently guaranteed since Garo had come to their side. 　　“Speaking of which, your breasts are really big. Allow me to ask this old question, what did you eat 　　to grow them like that?” 　　“Um… that… Senior Brother?” 　　“That’s a pretty blatant answer!” 　　“Huh? Shouldn’t you say you were eaten by Senior Brother?”

Behind him, an extremely awkward private conversation between women seemed to be unfolding. Zifeng went over and handed out the drinks he had made
to each of them, then reached for his own juice.
He slumped lazily onto the table, savoring the sweetness of the freshly squeezed juice. Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed something
swaying—it was Yueya, sitting next to him, swinging her legs.
Because of her height, Yueya's feet barely touched the floor when she sat like this. Therefore,
her legs swung in the air, probably because she was in a good mood after drinking her favorite milk. Her happily swinging
legs were incredibly charming, completely attracting Zifeng's attention.
So, he casually sipped his juice while admiring the girl's beautiful
legs in black stockings.
"Senior brother..." However, women are very sensitive to gazes, and Yueya quickly noticed Zifeng's stare
. But he continued to stare intently at her legs in black stockings. Yueya gave him a strange look at first,
then naturally followed his gaze to her own legs.
"Want to touch?" "Of course!" The answer was almost instinctive, completely subconscious. Crescent Moon
didn't ask anything further, simply placing her empty cup on the bedside table. Then she moved over and sat directly
on his lap. This naturally exposed the girl's alluring, voluptuous legs to Wisteria.
"Feel free to play with me, legs or anywhere else, my whole body is exclusively for you, Senior Brother,"
Crescent Moon said to the uncontrollably impulsive Wisteria with a naturally seductive smile.
What happens when you throw chicken at a beast? Of course, it's better to obey than to yield, and Wisteria's hand
immediately and excitedly reached out to touch her.
"Mmm...it itches..." The girl's legs, like her petite body, seemed as if they would
break if touched too hard, yet they were so fleshy and supple, their delicate elasticity squeezing against Zifang's fingers—that
sensation was definitely not due to wearing stockings, because Zifang clearly remembered that her legs were
just as firm and fleshy without stockings. Among her women, probably only Aina's flawless,
supremely beautiful legs could surpass hers in terms of feel.
"Ah...ooh, mmm..." The girl moaned from the tickling, but Zifang showed no
intention of letting go. These legs, a true treasure, had no excess fat, yet still possessed the softness a woman should have
. Slender and tender, a perfect curve full of contradictory elements; if there was any flaw
, it was that they were a little short.
He continued to gently knead her incredibly soft and elastic thighs, savoring the smooth feel of the stockings and her small, rounded
knees. His hand then moved to her smooth calves, the sensation far superior to anything he'd felt before—yes, the best part
was that the black stockings perfectly accentuated the allure of her legs in every way: the stockings clung tightly to her legs
, further highlighting their smooth curves. The smooth nylon gave his hands a delicate
feel unlike that of a young girl's skin, and the girl's exceptionally fair skin paired with the black stockings created an incredibly alluring combination
.
"Huh? There...it's wet..." With a soft exclamation from Crescent Moon, Wisteria lifted her skirt, revealing
a tear in the thin stockings used for sex and black lace-up panties underneath. This sensual combination created
an erotic charm unlike any ordinary glimpse of skin. Wisteria stroked the stockings through the laces on the side of the panties
, confirming the beautiful curves of the girl's waist and hips.
Wisteria's fingers continued sliding down, reaching near the top of her thighs. The stockings here were a darker color
, and the feel was slightly different from the rest of the stockings. She had noticed this feature on Lux's pantyhose before; back then,
Lux had called this part a "tightening seam," originally meant to prevent a tear from spreading.
But strangely,
the reason this part was so attractive to both Lux and Crescent Moon seemed to have nothing to do with its original function. Was it because of the darker color
? Or because the thigh was bound by this ring? Wisteria herself was puzzled by the reason
.
"Heh heh..." As if searching for an answer, Wisteria once again stroked this alluring area and soft
thighs, but ultimately found nothing. Disappointed, she could only slide her hand down to
the inside of her knees and ankles, finally reaching her tiny, doll-like feet. The ticklish sensation made the girl
giggle softly.
"I'll fight back then too." She blurted out unexpectedly, but because
her sensitive soles were being played with, Crescent Moon couldn't help but let out a soft moan as she said this.
Then, Wisteria suddenly realized that her pants had been somehow undone. Her
face was flushed, like she was drunk, and her already docile eyes became even more wanton and dazed.
The next moment, her still-free little foot reached for the already erect penis, gently
rubbing back and forth on the glans. The silky smooth texture, with a hint of roughness, sent a shiver down Wisteria's spine
.
"You brat, you've become so lewd after just one trip home? Although I don't deny it felt quite good..."
"Eh... Senior Brother...? No, no! I'm ticklish!"
Ignoring Crescent Moon's protest, Wisteria held her caressed little foot in place with one hand, and with the other
, reached down to tickle her soles.
"Meow!? Ahahahaha, this... no, no! Meow hahahahaha! Since that's the case, I'll
also... ahahahahahaha!" Crescent Moon, laughing so hard she collapsed on the bed, tried to escape, but her feet were firmly
held by Wisteria. With nowhere to run, the girl used her other foot to fight back.
"Eh eh eh... this move..." Her foot, through the stockings, moved in various ways, sometimes rubbing back and forth against the glans
, sometimes lightly stepping on the entire penis, even her toes, hidden in the stockings, would occasionally pinch and
knead the glans for stimulation. The gentle movements of her small feet combined with the unique feel of the stockings created a double attack of pleasure that made Wisteria's body
tremble uncontrollably, just like her own wild laughter.
Wisteria's breathing became heavy and rapid. This novel method of play quickly aroused his lust and brought him
wave after wave of pleasure. Since that was the case, he had to retaliate.
"Then watch this..."
"Huh?!" He began kissing Crescent Moon's thigh through her stockings. This sudden attack made the girl's body
jerk. Then he stuck out his tongue and licked the fleshy thigh.
"Ah... huff..." Crescent Moon's suppressed moans reached his ears, but Wisteria showed no
sign of stopping. His tongue licked the thigh in his hands from bottom to top...
"You guys... restrain yourselves a little!"
"Bang!" A crisp sound rang out as Wisteria's head sank into Crescent Moon's legs.
The wonderful sensation surrounding his head made him linger.
"You, you, you, you, you..." Unfortunately, he couldn't enjoy this feeling for long, because Lan Hua
gave a warning before her anger erupted. Reluctantly leaving Crescent Moon's thigh, Wisteria looked up and
saw his older sister standing there holding the teacup she had just used to hit his head. Her face was so red that
it couldn't be described with a cute word like "apple."
"You, you, you, you, didn't I tell you not to flirt with other women in front of one woman! I
may be trying to control myself, but there should be a limit!" She uttered this high-sounding lecture, but her eyes secretly
glanced up at Zifang. "If you like stockings, I wear some too...want to touch them?" She
stretched out her legs, clad in red stockings, in front of Zifang.
"Come on, touch them. My breasts may not be as impressive, but when it comes to that, I'm very confident in my legs
." Zifang followed the beautiful legs of Lan Hua as she spoke to her face...her cheeks were flushed
, and she looked back at him with a strangely determined and expectant gaze. Really...there should be a limit to being blunt,
right? He couldn't help but think.
"Then I won't be polite."
"Mmm..." As soon as she touched Lan Hua's legs, a soft moan escaped her lips. It seemed that
she had been quite tired from watching all this.
Wisteria, however, pretended not to hear and slowly stroked upwards along the toes of Lan Hua's outstretched feet. Lan Hua's
confidence was absolutely justified: she truly possessed a pair of long, beautiful legs that any woman in the world would envy. However,
the feel of these legs was vastly different from Crescent Moon's—Crescent Moon's soft, fleshy texture was a natural gift, while this
firmness and resilience was the product of diligent training. Lan Hua's legs, from her shins to her thighs, felt very soft to the touch, but
strictly speaking, the elasticity of her legs far surpassed their softness, definitely a healthy kind of beauty. Next came the main attraction: red stockings. Although they were also a type of stocking, these clearly 　　had a different feel
from the previous black erotic pantyhose.
Aside from the slightly different feel, the absolute boundary created
by these mid-length stockings—the contrast between the skirt and the thighs—was incredibly alluring. Furthermore…
“Hoo hoo…” The top of the stockings sank into the soft skin, and when pulled up slightly and released, it quickly bounced
back with a crisp sound, eliciting a slightly confused moan from Lan Hua. Undoubtedly,
the slightly raised, shapely thighs accentuated by these stockings possessed a different kind of magical, sexy charm. Although he truly loved them too,
remembering being hit on the head with a teacup earlier, Zi Teng inexplicably released Lan Hua
's legs, which were shyly covering her lips.
“How…how does it feel?” Clearly surprised by this situation, Lan Hua, her face flushed,
asked his opinion with an expectant and confused expression.
“Um, I'm sorry. I still prefer the previous black stockings. I should say I prefer
legs with more fleshiness.” Partly out of revenge, but more out of habitual teasing of his
adorable older sister, Zi Teng answered with a rather serious attitude.
"Was that answer too hasty?!" Lan Hua groaned, clutching her head, her alluring expression vanishing completely.
When she looked up again, she seemed somewhat embarrassed and angry.
The next moment, Zi Teng was pulled down onto the bed. As soon as she sat up, she felt a strange and intense friction between her groin
—Lan Hua's legs had already clamped down on the penis that Yue Ya'er had released earlier, rubbing it forcefully
.
"Lan... Sister Lan Hua... what are you doing..." Lan Hua wasn't giving him footjobs for the first time, but it was only
the second time, and this time she hadn't given him any guidance, so her technique was really poor
. The strange discomfort mixed in made Zi Teng look embarrassed.
"That girl did the same thing, right? And you didn't ejaculate, right? As long as I can make you ejaculate, it
proves that my legs are better!" Lan Hua's voice was excited, just like her movements, powerful and fast
, giving the illusion of rape. "Hurry up, hurry up and ejaculate for me." She kept urging her.
"That makes sense, but... hey... be gentle..." Unfortunately, foot fetish is a
technical skill, not something that can be achieved through force and speed. Unfortunately, Lan Hua, with her martial arts background, was overly skilled in both areas
. Plus, the stockings she was wearing were the ones that came with her ball gown,
made more durable and rougher to accommodate the large movements in certain dances. While the forced friction provided considerable pleasure, it was also quite
painful, and at this rate, the first thing to come out would likely be blood, not semen.
"Don't move, behave yourself! Hey? What are you doing? Ah? That's mine... torn!!"
Desperate, Zi Teng decided to retaliate, suddenly lunging between Lan Hua's legs and forcibly tearing off her panties
. Lan Hua screamed in surprise at the sudden attack.
"Hehe, Lan Hua, you're quite lewd now... your panties are completely wet, aren't they?" She proudly held
the torn panties in her hand, the wet stains reeking of arousal extremely conspicuous.
"No, don't say it out loud! Really! I do care about my image, you know! Besides,
wasn't that what you did to me outside before?" Forced to stop her leg assault, Lan Hua protested, her face flushed.
"Let's not talk about that then, but I remember, Lan Hua's weakness is this, right? I'll poke it, I'll poke it
..."
"Ah?!" A sharp, pleasurable sensation shot up her back, and Lan Hua cried out
—her most sensitive clitoris was being pressed by fingers. "No, no, not here, if you play with it like this... Eek!
Ah! No, no..."
Wisteria continued to attack her sensitive spots, and Lan Hua let out a distressed plea.
"But, Lan Hua's little hole is already hot, it has nothing to do with before, right?"
"Really! So, so embarrassing... umm, no, don't... there are people around, this, this is really
so embarrassing..." Lan Hua subconsciously twisted her body, but even though she tried to escape,
it was completely ineffective because her lower body was suppressed. Wisteria's fingers rubbed in circles around her clitoris, then pressed
down, freely stimulating her pleasure nerves.
"Don't torture me anymore, I was wrong, my pussy wants it..." Unable to break free, Lan
Hua quickly surrendered.
"No, you have to be punished for raping me with your feet just now."
"Eek, eeee, eeee, eeee!
No, no, haa! I can't do it again..." A large amount of lewd fluid gushed from the depths of her honey hole.
Her clitoris, already fully erect due to engorgement, would make Lan Hua dizzy with pleasure at the slightest touch of a finger.
"Ugh, ugh... I'll reflect on my actions, so please, please stop?" At this moment, completely exhausted, she could only
let Zi Teng do as she pleased.
"No. This time, I'll suck it with my mouth. Sister Lan Hua, you'll have to reflect on your actions again. Eh? I didn't mean you
..." Perhaps Yue Ya'er misunderstood, because she suddenly crawled between Zi Teng's legs and took his penis into
her mouth.
"Fine, this isn't bad either." With that, Zifang forcefully spread Lanhua's legs as wide as possible,
enjoying Yueya'er's oral service while peering at her wet vulva. Even in the dim light of the night
, the sticky fluid was still clearly visible.
"Lanhua's body is getting more and more lewd." He deliberately dipped his finger in it, pulling out a
thin strand.
"No...no, it's all your fault, you're the one who made this! Ee, ee ee! Ah, ah,
no, don't lick!" No matter how much she denied it, this was the most sensitive part of her body. So when Zifang directly
licked it back and forth with his tongue, shame and pleasure intertwined and enveloped Lanhua's body, turning her protests into
pleas for mercy. The feeling of her whole body melting gradually intensified, all her nerves were numbing. At this moment,
even without being restrained, she could no longer resist.
"Ha... Ah... No... So embarrassing..." She could clearly feel her face burning
red. Although she loved this man, who was like a younger brother to her, she was still embarrassed by this.
"Haaaaah, oh, oh, if you keep going, I'll get angry... Hmm!" Deciding to use
the last bit of her authority as an older sister, she clamped her legs tightly around Zifeng's head, trying to stop him from continuing his
mischief.
"Really? Then I won't bother Lanhua and will focus on enjoying Yueya'er's little mouth."
As Zifeng said this, he tried to pull his head away, but Yueya'er below seemed to be encouraged, taking it in deeper and licking it
more frequently. The surging pleasure made his body tremble slightly.
"Waaaah! Don't go!" The frustration of being outdone by another woman made Lanhua quickly hold his head down.
"Hehe, Lanhua is so willful, really." Saying this, Zifeng licked
the sensitive clitoris again.
"Ahhh! No, no, ahhh, it's coming out! Water, water's coming out, good,
so much water's coming out..." In an instant, Lan Hua's pleasure reached its peak.
"Hmm...good, then hurry up and come out."
"No, no! So shy, so shy... ahhh! No!!! Don't look...no...
so, so shy, I'm going to die, waaaaah..." Lan Hua trembled violently,
panting, gushing honey from deep within her honey hole. Zi Teng carefully licked it away, but even so,
some still splashed onto the sheets, leaving stains.
But it seemed that this was just the beginning. Not only did Zi Teng not intend to let her go, but even her own body
was becoming a little abnormal—because the initial orgasm made her whole body very sensitive, the trembling muscles making the throbbing
pleasure coursing through her body. Even though she had orgasmed, she hadn't been truly penetrated, and the depths of her body were already burning with desire.
"Haa, haa... Spare me... Sister, I'm already..."
The strange feeling of exhaustion and burning sensation made Lan Hua feel awful.
"Well, one last time, if you climax again, I'll spare you."
"Why... Haa... Ugh!"
Ignoring Lan Hua's protests, Zi Teng's tongue parted her engorged labia and easily touched
the soft flesh inside.
Her body twitched a few times, but she was completely powerless. Realizing she couldn't resist, Lan Hua closed
her eyes and resigned herself to her fate. "Haa... Haa! Just... Just in, just in with your tongue, please!" Her heart pounded violently, and in the next instant, an intense pleasure enveloped 　　Lan Hua's body
like a bottomless swamp . 　　"Hoo hoo hoo hoo! No, no, I'm going to, I'm 　　going 　　to 　　come 　　! 　　Hoo 　　hoo 　　...

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