[Fantasy] Da Qiao's Tragic End

Located in the Jiangnan water town of Lujiang (formerly Shuxian County, the seat of Lujiang Prefecture), the city is surrounded by mountains on three sides and a lake on the other, truly a place embraced by nature.

As the saying goes, "Last year on the Lantern Festival, the flower market was as bright as day," when Zhou Yu arrived in Lujiang on the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, the city was bustling with activity, the streets filled with people decorated with lanterns. Intrigued,

Zhou Yu joined the crowd. As night fell, the crowds carrying colorful lanterns grew even larger, and the nighttime "lighting ceremony" was a breathtaking sight.

Rows of courtesans, adorned in flowing robes and elegant attire, leaned against red pavilions, their radiance dazzling under the streetlights, like fairies descending to earth.

These courtesans were not only locals, but also from the Qinhuai River area and Yangzhou. It was truly a case of "the poet grows old while the orioles remain, the young master returns while the swallows are busy."

"Tonight there is wine, tonight we get drunk, tonight we get drunk on the shore of West Lake, the moon reflects on the water, the lights illuminate the embankment, beautiful women lean on the railing, some sing, some dance, for whom do they express their longing, for whom do they walk with tenderness, for whom do they reveal their sweet feelings, for whom do they reveal their feelings, for whom do they paint their cherry lips, for whom do they apply their rouge, for whom do they pour out their words, for whom do they pour out their feelings." The ethereal songs came from the "Thirty-Six Lanes of Flowers and Willows," from Upper and Lower Baojian Camp, Lacquer Wall, Shapi Lane, Qinghe Lane, Ronghe Lane, Jianqiao, Xinjie, Houshi Street, to Jinbo Bridge and other places along the two rivers and even to Washi. Every night, there were lights and songs all along the way.

The flourishing of the "fireworks industry" in Lujiang, with its numerous brothels and singing houses, left Zhou Yu in awe. Since ancient times, scholars, officials, and nobles have loved to frequent brothels, indulging in unrestrained behavior and unbridled passion. Countless exiled poets and writers have left behind enduring love poems in these brothels. "

The beautiful woman next door is a renowned courtesan, her beauty unparalleled. Her figure is perfectly proportioned, neither too tall nor too short, her natural beauty untouched by adornment. In the cassia pavilion, pepper tower, and magnolia hall, embroidered doors and carved beams adorn the apricot trees.

Curved screens surround the ivory bed, and fragrant sachets adorn the withered green curtains. The jade platform and dragon mirror shine brightly, and the golden incense burner emits intensely fragrant smoke. From afar, the tinkling of jade pendants can be heard, and she emerges from her bridal chamber, a shy smile on her face.

At sixteen or seventeen, the hearts of young women yearn, lifting the curtains to welcome the Spring Festival. A clear song begins, its words choked with sorrow, and a single note on the zither breaks the heart. May I ask what causes this lament? In the prime of life, love abounds, and the heart is filled with sorrow."

Her smile vanished in an instant, her expression shifting swiftly; a mixture of sorrow and joy, perfectly balanced. How could one not be captivated by such beauty? Alas, there was no matchmaker to convey her message. Pity her, so precious, worth a thousand pieces of gold; whose gentleman would serve her as a straw mat?

"All spring I spent buying flowers, day after day drunk by the lake. My jade-white horse, familiar with the West Lake Road, neighed proudly past, before the wine shop. Amidst the fragrance of red apricots, songs and dances; in the shadows of green willows, swings. The east wind swept across ten miles of beautiful women, their hair disheveled by the blossoms. Painted boats carried spring away, leaving only lingering feelings on the lake and its mist. Tomorrow I'll bring the remaining wine again, to seek out the roadside beauties." The entire city of Lujiang exuded an atmosphere of decadent indulgence and debauchery. Which man wouldn't want to visit a brothel? Even a virtuous official would visit, unless he wasn't a man, or impotent.

Moreover, it was Zhou Yu himself. As the saying goes, "When in Rome, do as the Romans do," so it was understandable that he wanted to see the difference between ancient brothels and later nightclubs, and perhaps even admire the beauties of Lujiang. However, some people were unhappy. Those unhappy were, of course, Xiao Qiao and Da Qiao. They had followed Zhou Yu all the way down the city, never expecting him to come to Lujiang. There were too many people there, and they couldn't easily make a move, thinking they would wait until they left the city.

But then Zhou Yu went into a brothel. A brothel—the name itself was self-explanatory. It was so obvious; the two weren't blind. They could tell what kind of place it was. After Zhou Yu went inside, they could only stand outside and watch helplessly.

The thought of her husband being held by that man spurred Da Qiao into a plan. She entered a deserted alley and emerged to find two handsome young men, one in white and the other in blue. The one in white carried a folding fan, while the one in blue chewed on a leaf. As they approached the brothel, the women greeting customers upstairs and downstairs were immediately captivated.

Compared to the vulgar men, these two gentlemen were elegant and otherworldly, untouched by worldly concerns. This made the hearts of these ambitious but fragile women flutter wildly.

Da Qiao and Xiao Qiao went inside. The madam of the brothel, seeing them, swayed over. "Oh, gentlemen, newcomers! What kind of girl do you want? We have her! Even if you desire a celestial fairy, we can get her for you, guaranteed to satisfy you!" The

pungent smell of perfume filled the air. Da Qiao frowned. She had always been clean and preferred tranquility; the brothel smelled too strong.

Xiao Qiao glanced at the madam, who reeked of rouge, with slight disgust, and said loudly, "A young man in purple robes and a golden crown just walked in. He's a friend of ours. Where is he?" "Ah, so it's the two of you. That young man said that if his friend comes, all the girls in this brothel will obey his orders. Girls, come down and serve our guests! We must serve these two young men well today!" The madam's eyes lit up at the news, and she called out.

"Hey..." Upstairs and downstairs, a group of women rushed out and surrounded Da Qiao and Xiao Qiao. The bolder women had already begun to grope them. Such handsome young men, if they were too slow, would be snatched away.

Da Qiao and Xiao Qiao hadn't expected this scene. Surrounded by a group of women, they were in a sorry state. They couldn't show their magic in front of these women, and were actually carried into the room by them.

The madam smugly walked upstairs to the second floor and entered a room. Inside, a man and a woman sat around a round table. The madam swayed her slender waist as she approached the man. "Young master, I've already dealt with those two women. You can now focus on keeping Xiao Lan company." Anyone who

could survive in this brothel needed a keen eye; the madam immediately recognized that the two young men were women disguised as men. She'd seen plenty of women chasing after their husbands.

Zhou Yu smiled and handed the madam a gold bar. "You can leave now!" Taking the gold bar, the madam's smile widened. "Yes, Xiao Lan, serve the young master well!" Swaying her waist, the madam weighed the gold bar in her hand, chuckling as she left, closing the door behind her.

Inside the room, Zhou Yu looked at the woman before him, drinking his wine, a look of reminiscence in his eyes.

Xiao Lan sat there, filled with curiosity about the generous and extravagant young man in his purple robes. Seeing him drink, she poured him more wine.

Zhou Yu looked at this woman named Xiao Lan. She wasn't exceptionally beautiful, nor was she a national beauty, but her face looked so much like someone else's—a woman named Xin Lan.

She was truly a tragic figure. Zhou Yu sighed softly; Xin Lan's death remained a deep regret in his heart.

A sudden storm, and the ground was covered in fallen petals. The fragrance of flowers was dampened, a touch of sorrow lingered, for life is unpredictable.

Zhou Yu was never a devoted man; his heart, like a wolf's, yearned for freedom, and his emotions were free, unbound.

People always like to reminisce, remembering those regrettable people and events. People are always nostalgic, remembering those who left without saying goodbye.

It's just being pathetic, but everyone has moments of being pathetic. That's love—unbreakable, tangled, a vague, indistinct feeling.

Looking at the man lost in his memories, Xiao Lan felt a pang of sadness in his eyes, a sense of vicissitude that seemed to affect her as well.

Recalling the past shouldn't last too long; even indulgence has its limits. Zhou Yu quickly emerged from his reverie, looking at Xiao Lan, who resembled Ruolan so closely, and asked, "Do you want freedom?" Xiao Lan snapped out of her reverie, realizing she had been lost in thought. Her face flushed, and she lowered her head, asking, "Freedom?" "Yes, freedom," Zhou Yu smiled.

Bang…

The door was pushed open, and two figures, one in white and one in green, rushed in, followed by an enraged madam.

"You shameless scoundrel…"

Da Qiao and Xiao Qiao, disheveled and their jade-like faces flushed crimson, pointed angrily at Zhou Yu, their heaving breasts beneath their long robes, unable to utter a word.

"Oh dear, young master, I'm so sorry, I couldn't stop them!" The madam, who had entered with anger on her face, transformed into a woman whose face blossomed with apology.

Seeing the two women's disheveled state, Zhou Yu couldn't help but burst into laughter. Xiao Qiao was so angry she wanted to punch the man to death. How could there be such a despicable person in the world?

Da Qiao, far more refined than Xiao Qiao, only wanted to gently massage the man's neck with her fair, delicate hands—and then strangle him!

After laughing, Zhou Yu waved to the madam following behind the two women and said, "You may leave now!" The madam and the girls tactfully withdrew, closing the door behind them and disappearing from the room.

Xiao Lan sat there, feeling extremely awkward. Were these two women perhaps the young master's wives or concubines? Being caught in the act like this was truly unpleasant.

Feeling like she was sitting on pins and needles, Xiao Lan stood up and forced a smile, "Young Master, ladies, please have your conversation!" "Ladies?" Xiao Qiao jumped up like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, hands on her hips, "Ugh, 'Ladies'? Look at us, we don't look like ladies at all! That playboy, how could he be worthy of us?" "What a misfortune for the family, marrying a tigress! No wonder his wives and concubines are so beautiful, yet he still goes out to seek pleasure!" Xiao Lan silently mourned in her heart.

Da Qiao also glared coldly at Zhou Yu, then said to Xiao Lan, "We have nothing to do with him, but you can leave first."

Hearing this, Xiao Lan felt like she had been granted a pardon and wanted to leave.

"Wait!" Zhou Yu said calmly, "I paid the money, not them. They have no right to make you do anything. Sit down!"

Xiao Lan hesitated for a moment, glanced at the two angry women, and then sat down.

Zhou Yu looked at Da Qiao and Xiao Qiao with a smile, "You're here to see Sun Ce?" Da Qiao suppressed her anger and nodded.

"Hand over my brother-in-law right now, or you'll regret it!" Xiao Qiao said viciously.

"Haha, regret it?" Zhou Yu laughed, a hint of evil in his eyes. "Didn't your father tell you that messing with me would be troublesome? Originally, I just wanted to tease you a little, but seeing how angry you are, I changed my mind."

Seeing Zhou Yu's evil smile, Xiao Qiao's face changed.

Xiao Qiao had grown up in the inner courtyard of her home, where she was always the one bullying others, never the one being bullied. She snorted coldly, and an ice fan appeared in her hand. With a fierce wave, ice spikes shot straight towards Zhou Yu.

Swords have no eyes. Seeing that the tigress-like woman suddenly produce a white fan that can even release ice spikes, Xiao Qiao was stunned and didn't know what to do in a panic.

"Xiao Qiao, stop!"

Da Qiao was also startled by Xiao Qiao's actions. She was perceptive; this man had entered the brothel and caused them so much trouble, he must have discovered them long ago. Moreover, he seemed completely fearless. Recalling how this man had managed to take Sun Ce away under the protection of the Eastern Wu guards in Wan County, his strength was certainly beyond their ability to resist.

Unfortunately, in her rage, Xiao Qiao lost her reason. By the time Da Qiao spoke, the ice spikes were already only three inches from Zhou Yu's brow.

Yet, those three inches stopped the ice spikes abruptly. No matter how hard Xiao Qiao fanned the ice fan, the ice spikes seemed stuck in mud, or welded to the ground, rooted to the spot, remaining motionless in mid-air.

Xiao Qiao was horrified, her eyes filled with terror. What kind of power was this?

Zhou Yu smiled, placed his hand in front of the ice spikes, and gently shook them. The ice spikes instantly turned into shimmering ice powder, scattering down from mid-air.

The gleaming white ice fan fell to the ground, sending Xiao Qiao staggering back three steps until she crashed into the wall. Her almond-shaped eyes widened in terror as she stared at the man before her. Zhou Yu's sudden attack had not only shattered the ice spikes but nearly crippled her hand holding the fan handle.

Xiao Qiao wasn't one to lack courage; even facing Sun Jian, known as the Tiger of Jiangdong, she had the courage to fight him for several rounds. But facing this smiling man who had so effortlessly disarmed her, she felt a sense of powerlessness. This man was too powerful, unfathomable, like a mountain shrouded in mist, its height unknown.

Da Qiao, witnessing this, was also greatly shocked. Xiao Qiao's strength was among the best of the Three Kingdoms heroes; how could she be no match for this man?

Even Lu Bu, hailed as the God of War of the Three Kingdoms, was no match for him!

Xiao Lan found it strange; the atmosphere in the room was somewhat oppressive, except for Zhou Yu, who continued drinking as if nothing had happened.

The wine of the Three Kingdoms period, while lacking the crispness of later fermented and distilled spirits, possessed a rich, historical depth that Zhou Yu greatly appreciated. "

Ninety spring days pass like a shuttle thrown in the wind; before the flowers, I drink wine and sing aloud; how many days can the flowers bloom on the branches? How long can life last? Yesterday's flowers were more beautiful than today's, today's flowers have fallen and become autumn grass; the person before the flowers is the same as last year, and last year's person is older than this year's

." Under the pressure of this atmosphere, Da Qiao's anger gradually subsided, replaced by rational and calm analysis. This man was strong; even if she and her sister joined forces, they might not gain any advantage.

Zhou Yu's confidence forced Da Qiao to lower her head. Her anger vanished as she looked at Zhou Yu and asked in a gentle voice, "Young Master, what do you intend to do to return Sun Ce?" "What is your relationship with him?" Zhou Yu shook his head, narrowing his eyes. He hadn't expected that even after becoming Zhou Yu of the Three Kingdoms, Sun Ce would still encounter Da Qiao. Was this a twist of fate?

Marriage is preordained by fate, beyond human control. Even without Zhou Yu, when the time is right, destiny will still guide the two together.

However, fate is a matter of destiny; first there must be affinity, then there must be destiny. If there is affinity but no destiny, even if they meet, they will separate.

Faced with Zhou Yu's question, Da Qiao found it difficult to answer. After thinking for a while, she could only say, "He saved my sister and me; he is our benefactor!"

"I see! Very good!" Zhou Yu smiled, clapped his hands, and said, "Since he is your benefactor, does that mean you would do anything to save him?"

Hearing this, Da Qiao frowned slightly, but still nodded.

Xiao Qiao watched from the side, a sense of unease rising in her heart. She quickly cried out, "Sister, don't fall for his tricks! We don't even know if my brother-in-law is in his hands yet. We need to see him first!" Zhou Yu glanced at her. "Little brat, don't talk like an adult. Go stand aside. You need to learn from your sister how to be a woman. You're so spoiled at such a young age. Be careful you don't grow up to be a tomboy. Who will marry you then?"

Xiao Qiao was indignant. What's wrong with being a tomboy? She's still a woman! However, thinking of Zhou Yu's abnormal skills, Xiao Qiao pursed her pink lips and stopped talking, crossing her arms and standing to the side.

Xiao Qiao's words reminded Da Qiao, who, too, was blinded by concern, and now said, "We need to see Sun Ce first!"

"No rush, no rush. On this Lantern Festival, with its beautiful flowers and full moon, it's the perfect time to admire the moon. And now that we have a beauty by our side, how can we not enjoy ourselves? What kind of life is this?" Zhou Yu smiled and said lightly, "Madam!" "Yes, young master, what are your orders?" The madam pushed open the door and came in, her smile as bright as a flower. She had been listening outside, ready to appear in time if anything happened inside.

Zhou Yu casually tossed her a gold bar. "Is there a courtyard for moon-viewing? Find one, and while you're at it, take them down to change their clothes. One of the ladies wants to perform a sword dance for me, and the other wants to dance for me. Go and get ready." The madam trembled as she took the gold bar. It was a heavy bar, weighing a full ten taels, and she felt as if she were holding a mountain. Her face was flushed, and she was so excited that her heart was about to jump out of her throat. "My goodness, this young master is so generous!"

"Yes, yes, yes, there's a small lake behind the Misty Rain Pavilion, and a small pavilion, which is for those scholars. I'll chase those poor pedants out right now so that the young master can enjoy the moon!" At this moment, even if Zhou Yu told the madam to jump off a building and commit suicide, she wouldn't hesitate for a second.

Hearing this, Xiao Qiao, arms crossed, retorted angrily, "What? Who wants to dance with your sword? This lady's sword is for killing!" Da Qiao was also somewhat angry. They weren't like the women in the brothel, at Zhou Yu's beck and call. If it weren't for rescuing someone, they would have already stormed off.

"Don't forget Sun Ce!" Zhou Yu smiled, his eyes narrowed. "If you behave well, I might take pity on him and let him go. Actually, he's been having a very difficult time these past few days, not eating or drinking. If you don't go and rescue him, he might not even make it to sunrise tomorrow."

The madam, listening to both sides, simultaneously conjured up a melodramatic story in her mind: Zhou Yu, this纨绔公子 (wan ku gong, a spoiled young master), must have kidnapped the two beautiful girls' lovers to possess them and then threatened them into submission.

Da Qiao's expression changed. If Sun Ce died, wouldn't her and her sister's long journey from Wan County to Lujiang City have been for nothing?

Faced with this intention, Da Qiao gritted her teeth and said, "Alright, I hope you'll keep your promise, young master!" "Don't worry, I'm a man of my word, a promise is worth a thousand pieces of gold!" Zhou Yu said solemnly, then glanced at the madam, "What are you waiting for?"

"Yes, young master!" the madam replied sweetly, then looked at Da Qiao and Xiao Qiao, smiling slyly, giving them a disdainful glare. Two foolish women, becoming the young master's women, what a happy thing! From now on

, they'll be dressed in fine clothes, surrounded by throngs of people. Why pretend to be chaste and virtuous women? What's so good about following those poor, pedantic scholars? Back then, if I had met you earlier, young master, I wouldn't have ended up in this world of prostitution, the madam thought to herself.

People, don't fight with money; if you fight with money, you won't survive either.

"Hmph!" Xiao Qiao glared coldly at the madam. She couldn't do anything about Zhou Yu, but she had plenty of ways to deal with these mortals. She thought to herself, "Tomorrow I'll find the Five Ghosts and steal all the money from your Misty Rain Pavilion. Let's see how smug you are then." After Da Qiao and Xiao Qiao went with the madam to change their clothes, Zhou Yu stroked his chin, looked at Xiao Lan beside him, and chuckled, "Wasn't I very bad just now?"

Xiao Lan wanted to nod, more than bad, extremely bad, but she was afraid that Zhou Yu would deal with her, so she could only shake her head.

"Dishonest, bad is bad, what's there to be afraid of saying? Actually, it's not bad to be a bad guy sometimes. Can you play the pipa? Go accompany them!"

The courtyards in the Jiangnan area were unique and distinctive. Although the brothel was a place of vice, it also had high-ranking officials and nobles who frequented it. These nobles would not be so vulgar, so there was a courtyard behind the brothel.

The madam quickly arranged everything, clearing the courtyard for Zhou Yu. The pavilions and terraces were all built along the water, forming a small lake with a small island in the center, surrounded by a stone railing with exquisite carvings of figures and flowers, all lifelike. Below, a hundred flowers bloomed, and a weeping willow rooted in the lake, its branches shading half the island.

Zhou Yu sat down in a rattan chair. To his left sat Xiao Lan, holding a pipa, and other instruments such as the guzheng and guqin, each played by a woman. To his right stood four or five pretty young maids, some carrying melons and fruits, others fine wine, leaving a small open space in the middle.

It must be said, the madam's arrangements were impeccable. Only by serving people comfortably could they earn money; she had honed this skill for a long time. This made Zhou Yu, who had finally indulged in a life of pleasure, sigh, "The land of gentle pleasures is the graveyard of heroes—truly a fitting end."

Just as Zhou Yu was enjoying the warmth and comfort of the women on the rattan chair, the madam brought two bowls of soup to the two women who were changing clothes. Seeing them dressed, her eyes lit up, secretly admiring Zhou Yu's good taste. She smiled and said to the two women, "Gentlemen, it's hot and humid. Sword dancing and dancing are strenuous activities. Have some chicken soup first to replenish your energy." The rich aroma of the chicken soup filled the air, and Da Qiao and Xiao Qiao's stomachs rumbled simultaneously. They hadn't eaten all day while following Zhou Yu, and as the saying goes, "Man is iron , food is steel," and this chicken soup was truly tempting.

Xiao Qiao looked pitifully at Da Qiao. She didn't want to touch anything from this place, but the chicken soup was just too tempting.

"Sister, drink it! That scoundrel is probably plotting something again. We need to eat well to fight him," Xiao Qiao quickly found an excuse and gulped down the soup.

Da Qiao hesitated slightly, but still picked up the chicken soup and sipped it spoonful by spoonful. The madam squinted, chuckling to herself, "After drinking my soup, even the most virtuous woman will turn into a wanton one. This time, the young master will definitely thank me.

Maybe I'll even get a couple more gold bars."

The moonlight was cool as water, the willow shade dappled. In the courtyard, Zhou Yu drank wine and ate fruit, leisurely and carefree… Beside him, the women were graceful and alluring, their figures exquisite, dressed in wisps of pink, transparent gauze. Each one was as beautiful as a flower, incomparably beautiful. Their gazes occasionally swept across Zhou Yu's face; this was their patron, after all. Thinking of the heavy, golden bars in the madam's hand, the women's eyes burned even brighter, each striking a seductive pose, displaying their most beautiful selves before Zhou Yu.

Zhou Yu had no shortage of women, and felt neither much resentment nor fondness for these courtesans. After all, they were women of ill fate, fallen to such a state not of their own volition; they wanted to profit from him, while he enjoyed himself—a mutually beneficial arrangement. He

merely considered it an appreciation of a different kind of allure; his self-control wasn't enough to be seduced by these women.

The melodious sound of a pipa echoed softly; Xiao Lan was playing the pipa… Under the moonlit night, a chill hung in the air.

Zhou Yu didn't wait long before the two women arrived on the island.

A smile played on Zhou Yu's lips as he looked them over. Changing clothes in this dusty place—certainly not fine clothes—was a skillful move by the madam, whose discerning eye had drastically altered the women's aura.

Da Qiao wore a thin white veil over her face, a floor-length white dress, her beautiful eyes slightly languid yet carrying a hint of aloofness. Her stunning figure was accentuated by the white dress, making her curves even more pronounced.

Her beauty was unparalleled, her eyes sparkling like autumn waters. As if speaking, she exuded a captivating charm. Beneath the sheer black gauze she wore, her skin was translucent and alluring, arousing countless fantasies. Her high, firm breasts seemed about to burst through the thin fabric, the two rubies on her nipples standing out prominently against the fabric, incredibly tempting.

As for Xiao Qiao, she wore a red warrior's outfit, her figure curvaceous and alluring. While she lacked the noble and aloof air of Da Qiao, she possessed a unique, heroic spirit.

Both Da Qiao and Xiao Qiao's eyes burned with anger, yet also with a touch of shyness. These clothes were simply too embarrassing!

"Hahaha, not bad, let's begin. Who wants to go first? Hmm, let's establish a rule first: you can only stop when I say stop. As for when to stop, that depends on my mood. If I'm in a good mood, you'll stop after a while; if I'm not, well, that's hard to say!" Zhou Yu laughed.

Xiao Qiao glared at him, "You lecherous scoundrel!"

"Uh, just for that sentence, you can dance for another half an hour!" Zhou Yu's lips curled into a smug smile, but his eyes were crystal clear.

Xiao Qiao was even angrier, but Da Qiao pulled her back, "Don't be reckless, don't fall for his trick!" Xiao Qiao understood, snorted coldly, and didn't look at Zhou Yu. Da Qiao raised her head, revealing a cold face, and said to Zhou Yu indifferently, "I hope you will keep your promise, sir!"

"Don't worry, don't worry!" Zhou Yu waved his hand.

Da Qiao nodded and said, "Then I'll go first! I only know one piece, 'Rainbow Skirt.'" She walked to the center, and the female musicians on either side understood. The sounds of the strings and flutes were mesmerizing and alluring.

A light mist rose, and a graceful beauty could be vaguely seen dancing under the moon. Her dance was elegant and moving, pleasing to the eye. Her slender and graceful body was like a beautiful snake twisting and turning, creating a mesmerizing scene.

Even the women from the dusty lands were mesmerized by this scene. Many felt secretly ashamed, realizing their own inferiority. Zhou Yu, enjoying the dance and occasionally taking a sip of wine, glanced at Xiao Qiao, who was sulking alone. He beckoned to her, "Come here, massage my legs!" Xiao Qiao

glanced sideways and turned her head away.

"If you want your sister to dance a little longer, then continue!" Zhou Yu laughed.

Xiao Qiao gritted her teeth in anger, but she had no choice but to come over and squat down. Her hands gripped the legs like crab claws; if an ordinary person's leg were squeezed like that, the bones would shatter into powder.

Xiao Qiao thought viciously, "I'll make you suffer!" But after massaging for a while without hearing a sound from Zhou Yu, she couldn't help but look up and almost fainted from anger.

She saw Zhou Yu enjoying himself immensely, eating grapes peeled by the woman beside him one by one.

Xiao Qiao gritted her teeth and increased the pressure in her hands.

Meanwhile, Da Qiao, in the dance hall, felt uneasy. For some reason, her usually cold body felt unusually hot, causing her some worry and confusion.

When the dance ended, Da Qiao was drenched in sweat, the thin gauze robe clinging to her body, turning the snow-white fabric a rosy pink. Her pretty face, like a peach blossom, was flushed, no longer displaying its previous aloofness.

"Excellent, excellent dance!" Zhou Yu clapped his hands, laughing.

"I only know this one, nothing else!" Da Qiao's eyes were cold; she had no patience for Zhou Yu, this man was far more detestable than Dong Zhuo.

"That's enough, one dance is enough." Zhou Yu didn't push Da Qiao too hard, turning to Xiao Qiao, who was currently struggling with his feet. "Hey, it's your turn!"

"Hmph!" Xiao Qiao snorted, taking a sword from a nearby woman, walking to the center, and with a flick of her wrist, unleashed a sword technique, the sword flashing, its aura formidable.

Xiao Qiao couldn't wield a sword, but she knew a few sword techniques. The sword moved with her graceful body, carrying a hint of killing intent, which, combined with her fiery red attire, created a unique beauty, a blend of femininity and flame.

Da Qiao stood to one side, glanced at Xiao Qiao, then at Zhou Yu, her brows furrowing slightly. She then

strode behind Zhou Yu, extending her jade-like hands to massage his shoulders. Zhou Yu glanced at her, his gaze sweeping over her. Sweat dampened the white gauze, clinging to Da Qiao's skin, accentuating her alluring figure. A captivating fragrance wafted from Da Qiao.

This fragrance was delicate and pure, like a jar of aged wine—intoxicating without being intoxicating.

Da Qiao noticed Zhou Yu's unbridled gaze and was secretly annoyed, but still maintained a slight smile on her face. She was perceptive and realized that the more she opposed Zhou Yu, the less favorable it would be. Xiao Qiao had offended Zhou Yu several times, and this sword dance would likely bring trouble. To minimize Xiao Qiao's suffering, she had no choice but to do this servant's work.

After all, if it weren't for her, Xiao Qiao wouldn't be here performing sword dances and being coerced by Zhou Yu.

Zhou Yu narrowed his eyes, enjoying the cold hands massaging his shoulders. Xiao Qiao finished a set of sword techniques and was about to stop when two words floated into her ear, "Continue!"

Xiao Qiao was furious, but seeing Da Qiao standing behind Zhou Yu shaking her head at her, she had no choice but to raise her sword again, her killing intent even stronger.

This small action couldn't escape Zhou Yu's notice. He smiled faintly, "You two are quite sisterly." "Xiao Qiao is very serious, but that's only because she's still young. If it has displeased you, I hope you won't take it to heart," Da Qiao said.

"Heh, this kind of person is no good. She's alright here on her own turf, but if she goes out into the world, she'll offend someone she can't afford to offend within a day, and then you won't be able to protect her." Zhou Yu took a sip of wine, looking at the moon. "The moon is very round tonight!"

Da Qiao's heart skipped a beat. Out into the world? Could this person not be from Jiangdong? No wonder she'd never heard of him before. Should she try to get some information out of him?

After a moment's thought, a smile appeared on Da Qiao's usually cold face. She glanced at the sky and replied, "It is very round. I wonder if the moon is like this in the north?"

Zhou Yu wasn't stupid; he immediately understood the implication in Da Qiao's words. He smiled mysteriously, saying nothing, only watching Xiao Qiao practice her swordplay.

Da Qiao gritted her teeth. This guy's teasing her; he's too infuriating.

"Continue!"

Zhou Yu called out lazily, ignoring the resentful Xiao Qiao. He lay back in the wicker chair, his head resting on Da Qiao's soft breasts, inhaling the faint fragrance wafting from behind him. His mind, however, was preoccupied with future plans.

Da Qiao was absent-minded. Zhou Yu's words scratched at her heart like cat claws, leaving her confused and unsure how to begin the conversation. Just then, Da Qiao, lost in thought, suddenly felt something was wrong with her body. A burning sensation coursed through her, making her feel hot all over. A strange pleasure spread through her mind, causing her to let out a soft moan.

"Oh no, there's something wrong with that chicken soup!" Da Qiao wasn't a naive woman. While some unusual sensations were normal in a brothel—such places often used aphrodisiacs—it couldn't be this intense. The changes within her body instantly reminded her of the chicken soup.

Lost in thought, Zhou Yu heard a soft panting beside him. He opened his eyes and looked at Da Qiao. Her cheeks were flushed and beautiful, her eyes held a hint of coldness and a touch of coquettishness. Her red lips parted slightly, her breath coming in short, rapid gasps. Through her thin gauze dress, he could see that the skin beneath the white fabric was flushed an alluring crimson.

Zhou Yu was slightly taken aback. He turned to look at the madam in the distance and immediately understood what was happening.

Zhou Yu then looked at Xiao Qiao. Xiao Qiao had been practicing her swordplay for an hour, performing several sets of sword techniques several times. However, her posture had changed. She was panting heavily, her hair was disheveled, and her legs were occasionally pressed together, her beauty as lovely as a peach blossom.

"What's wrong with you two?" Zhou Yu asked Da Qiao curiously.

"You're so despicable!" Da Qiao was ashamed to speak, but she suppressed the burning desire coursing through her body with all her might and scolded her with a delicate shout.

Zhou Yu stroked his chin, summoned the madam, and after inquiring about the situation, said calmly, "Don't waste your energy. This is a secret drug unique to the brothel. Once ingested, even the Nine Heavens Goddess cannot resist it. Of course, I can help you release the drug's effects, but you'll have to beg me for help!" "Despicable and shameless!" Da Qiao shouted coldly, her body trembling slightly, her eyes spitting fire.

"Uh? Where's the despicable and shameless? I wasn't the one who drugged you, I didn't do anything. It's just a mutually beneficial arrangement, it's normal."

Zhou Yu smiled, extended his finger, and placed it on Da Qiao's pointed chin. Looking up at her flushed face, he squinted. "If you can't hold back, you can say so. Anyway, everyone here except me is a woman. You can solve it however you want. You can ask me for help if you want. And, by the way, the drugs here are very potent. Sometimes, not one man can solve the problem, especially for women like you with special constitutions. Ordinary mortals might not be able to satisfy you even if there were seventeen or eighteen men."

"Disgusting! Using this method to threaten a woman, are you even a man?" Da Qiao's eyes were full of fire, with anger and a hint of barely concealed lust.

"It's so hot!" Xiao Qiao, who was wielding a sword, was clearly not as composed as Da Qiao. After wielding the sword for so long, the drug had seeped into her bones. The clarity in her eyes gradually disappeared, and she was panting heavily.

"It's done. I thought these two girls had such strong willpower that even the medicine passed down from our ancestors was useless." The madam, watching the woman in red slowly remove her outer garment while wielding a sword like a stripper, patted her chest and thought to herself. At the same time, she couldn't stop imagining what kind of reward she would receive for helping this noble young master so much, and she was overjoyed.

"How about it? Do you want me to help you?" Zhou Yu was certainly not a gentleman. Although he wouldn't force himself on her, he wouldn't let go of such an offer. Leaning back in his recliner, he admired Xiao Qiao's amorous expression while gently caressing Da Qiao's incredibly sensitive body beside him, causing Da Qiao's face to flush red and her body to tremble.

"Not going to talk?" Looking at Da Qiao's closed eyes, Zhou Yu reached out and slapped her buttocks with a "smack."

"Ah! No!" Da Qiao cried out, her face flushed with embarrassment. Seeing Zhou Yu raise his hand again, she paled in fright, shaking her head frantically, but her body, weakened by the drug, felt utterly powerless.

After speaking, Da Qiao was already drenched in sweat, her waist swaying slightly as she bit her lip.

*Splash!*

Water splashed everywhere as the feverish Xiao Qiao jumped into the lake, swimming around in the icy water, trying to cool herself. Da Qiao was quite tempted, but unlike the carefree Xiao Qiao, she was too proud to do such a thing.

Zhou Yu saw this, raised an eyebrow, and, having had his fill of fun, stood up to stretch his limbs. He looked at Da Qiao and smiled, saying, "Want me to help you?"

"Ah? No, no need..."

Da Qiao instinctively tried to move away from Zhou Yu, but her weakness caused her to stumble forward. Before she could react, Zhou Yu had already caught her.

"Hahaha, is this what you call 'no need'?" Zhou Yu laughed loudly.

"Let go, you can't do this..." Da Qiao struggled.

Zhou Yu ignored her struggles and blew a breath of hot air onto her face. The hot air, like wisps of mist, entered Da Qiao's mouth and nose.

Instantly, it was like the last straw breaking the camel's back, or like pouring oil on a raging fire that had already reached its zenith. Da Qiao, who had been tormented by lust to the limit, couldn't help but groan. Then, her body trembled violently, and her cheeks turned as red as blood again.

"Ah..."

The sound of her own pleasurable groan echoed in her ears. Da Qiao wished she could dig a hole and disappear. It was too embarrassing!

What was even more embarrassing was that she had actually reached orgasm when the drug wore off. Her lower body was completely soaked, and her skirt was already wet. She collapsed into Zhou Yu's arms, and a piece of white gauze between her legs was even slowly stained with a faint yellow.

Seeing that Da Qiao had already climaxed, Zhou Yu chuckled inwardly. He lowered his head and kissed Da Qiao's lips, his tongue parting her teeth to explore her mouth, capturing her tongue and teasing it with pleasure. At the same time, his left hand grasped and kneaded her full breasts through her clothes, while his right hand caressed her rounded thighs... Da Qiao had just climaxed, and her body was incredibly sensitive. Now, being caressed by Zhou Yu like this, she was immediately aroused, letting out soft moans and gasps. Her heart was filled with panic. She wanted to push Zhou Yu away, but she was powerless and could only slump helplessly in his arms, her face tightly closed, allowing Zhou Yu to lewdly do as he pleased.

"...Ah! You...shameless lecher!..." Suddenly, with a startled, weak cry, Da Qiao opened her beautiful eyes and let out a soft, surprised cry. The hem of her thin gauze dress was torn into pieces and flew to the side, exposing her legs and private parts to Zhou Yu's lewd gaze.

Under the pure white moonlight, Da Qiao's long, shapely, and snow-white legs were as beautiful as jade. Between her legs, a thick, inverted triangle of jet-black pubic hair covered her mysterious and shameful private parts, though the hair seemed to be soaked, clinging to her mons pubis in strands.

"Haha, you little slut, you even peed just now." Zhou Yu parted Da Qiao's limp legs, separated her labia with two fingers, inserted his index finger into Da Qiao's private vagina and stirred it, then withdrew his finger and smeared it on Da Qiao's delicate nose, laughing lewdly. Hearing

Zhou Yu's words, Da Qiao was filled with shame and indignation, but her body was held in Zhou Yu's arms, leaving her no room to escape. With

a "hiss~~" accompanied by Da Qiao's shameful cry, the last half of her gauze upper garment was torn open by Zhou Yu, a fragrant scent filling the air, and her pair of firm, full, snow-white breasts were instantly exposed to the moonlight.

Bathed in moonlight, a pair of perfectly rounded breasts gleamed with a faint white glow. The rosy, perky nipples at the tips of the slightly wide areolas trembled gently in the cool breeze blowing from the lakeside, almost causing Zhou Yu's nose to bleed.

He swallowed hard, pulled Da Qiao's body over, and pressed her down onto the wicker chair, making her lie face up. Then, excitedly, he parted Da Qiao's fair and delicate legs, reached out and parted her slightly closed labia, slipped a finger into her vagina, and gently teased it, while simultaneously using another finger to extremely softly caress Da Qiao's sensitive clitoris.

Da Qiao let out a shy moan, struggling to writhe her body and escape his clutches. But the difference in their strength was too great; no matter how hard she tried, it was futile. Before long, Zhou Yu's caresses aroused her, her honeyed orifice overflowing with lustful fluids. The inexplicable itching within her tender opening made the still-virgin Da Qiao writhe uncontrollably, letting out alluring moans.

Seeing that Da Qiao was aroused, Zhou Yu felt it was about time. He moved his erect penis to the entrance of Da Qiao's flowing, lustful orifice, rubbing the glans against her tender labia before thrusting forward forcefully. With a soft "whoosh," his thick, long penis, lubricated by the fluids, slid into Da Qiao's body, breaching her last line of defense…

"Ah!" The excruciating pain made Da Qiao scream involuntarily. The virgin's blood and the lustful nectar, squeezed by the penis, flowed down the shaft and dripped onto the ground. At this moment, Da Qiao was already... "Ah!" Zhou Yu also exclaimed simultaneously. The untouched vagina was so tight and warm, making Zhou Yu groan in pleasure. He felt his penis being tightly wrapped by several layers of warm, moist, firm, and elastic vaginal flesh, which squeezed and massaged his penis from time to time.

"Wow! This place is so tight, it's making me feel so uncomfortable." Thanks to the previous ample lubrication, Zhou Yu thrust his penis gently in and out of the honeyed orifice, while lowering his head and whispering in Da Qiao's ear.

Da Qiao was both ashamed and embarrassed, wishing she could disappear into a hole in the ground. She wanted to speak but was too painful to utter a word. With each thrust of Zhou Yu's lower body, the tearing sensation made Da Qiao feel as if her vagina was being completely destroyed by Zhou Yu.

Zhou Yu's right hand slipped under Da Qiao's armpit, gliding over her tender skin, and from deep within her body, grasped her incredibly full and elastic breasts. After a few gentle kneadings, he delicately pinched her wildly erect nipples. His left hand, meanwhile, reached forward, gently stroking her swollen clitoris, occasionally returning to visit her anus between her thighs, further agitating Da Qiao.

Gradually, the initial sharp pain subsided, replaced by a strong feeling of fullness in her vagina. Da Qiao could clearly feel the penis thrusting inside her. When the glans touched her delicate, pink, sensitive clitoris, Da Qiao couldn't help but let out a soft moan.

This moan was like a clarion call for Zhou Yu to charge forward. He increased the speed of his thrusts, pushing his penis deeper with each insertion. After a dozen or so thrusts, his thick, long penis was completely inserted into Da Qiao's tight, honeyed orifice.

This intensified Da Qiao's sensations. She felt as if the penis was piercing her heart, and her entire body transformed into a vagina, receiving its powerful penetration. With each thrust and withdrawal, copious amounts of vaginal fluid were squeezed out, making "plop, plop" sounds, mingling with the "slap, slap" of the penis hitting her breasts, creating an indescribably erotic atmosphere.

Strange, pleasurable currents of pleasure coursed through Da Qiao's body from her most sensitive spot, making her cheeks flush pink. She emitted seductive "ee-woo" sounds from her mouth and nose, her hands clenched into fists, her beautiful body gently twisting to meet the thrusts from behind.

Seeing Da Qiao's responsive movements, Zhou Yu knew she was lost in pleasure. He gently kissed her delicate earlobe from behind, then moved his lips down to her sensitive neck, beginning to suck and nibble.

"Ah...oh...humph..." Da Qiao was now driven by pleasure. When Zhou Yu bit her neck, she tilted her head back and let out a beautiful moan.

"Good! Twist your ass!" Her warm, moist vagina gripped his penis, the sensitive flesh rubbing against it intensely, making Zhou Yu feel incredibly good. He began to twist his waist, forcefully pushing his penis deep into her vagina, the glans slamming heavily against her tender uterus.

"Ah!..." As if struck by a powerful electric current, Da Qiao shook her head frantically, her neat black hair flying wildly in the air. She obediently began to twist her plump buttocks, bringing the glans to rub against her sensitive uterus; this sensation almost drove her mad.

Seeing this, Zhou Yu also increased the speed and force of his thrusts. Each time his penis was withdrawn, it brought out a large amount of vaginal fluid and tender red flesh inside. When he thrust in, he stuffed the pink and delicate labia into the secret cave. At the same time, he grasped Da Qiao's pair of large and smooth breasts with both hands, constantly rubbing her full breasts. Occasionally, he would use his fingers to lewdly pinch and knead the nipples and ask, "How is it? Comfortable?" "Ah...so comfortable...ah so beautiful...so beautiful...ah..." Da Qiao couldn't resist the waves of tingling, itchy and numb pleasure coming from her vagina. She felt every cell in her body trembling under the impact of the penis. Her whole body collapsed on the rattan chair, her breath coming in short gasps as she vigorously shook her pink buttocks, moaning beautifully.

Seeing the once pure and innocent Da Qiao become so wanton after being aroused, Zhou Yu thrust even more forcefully, his glans pounding against her clitoris like raindrops. Her pink labia were constantly being turned inside out with each powerful thrust…

With each penetration, Da Qiao violently arched her hips upwards, meeting Zhou Yu's thrusts, allowing his glans to reach her cervix. Each stroke of his thick, long penis struck her delicate clitoris; she felt as if each insertion was hitting her heart, almost shattering her soul.

Half an hour later, Da Qiao suddenly trembled violently, her beautiful buttocks arching upwards desperately, her vagina gripping his penis tightly.

"Ah...I'm...ascending to heaven..." Da Qiao's hands suddenly gripped the sides of the rattan chair tightly, her buttocks swaying wildly from side to side. Her clitoris tightly held the large glans, sucking and opening, the walls of her vagina twitching in waves. Suddenly, her hot uterus contracted strongly, and a stream of slippery hot fluid spurted onto the glans.

Zhou Yu felt his penis, inserted into her vagina, being gripped tightly by rings of tender flesh with unprecedented force, as if trying to squeeze it dry. His ejaculation gate loosened, and his penis swelled intermittently, each time with hot liquid impacting the tender walls of Da Qiao's uterus. Time and again, he brought Da Qiao to the peak of orgasm, her soul seemingly shattered, her consciousness soaring to the heavens.

"Ah...I've come...I've come again..." Da Qiao groaned, her beautiful body limp and powerless on the rattan chair like a lump of mud, her jade-like skin flushed with the rosy hue of orgasm, her whole body still trembling slightly, her red lips parted as she breathed heavily.

After the passion subsided, Zhou Yu stood up. As his penis was withdrawn, a large amount of filth gushed from Da Qiao's vagina with a "whoosh," flowing down her fair and smooth thighs.

He placed the limp Da Qiao on a wicker chair and looked at Xiao Qiao, who was still swimming in the water, stripped down to only a few thin layers of clothing. He smiled slightly. Xiao Qiao was even more shameless than her sister; one hand was paddling in the water, while the other was already submerged, rubbing her sensitive body repeatedly. The prostitutes on the island watched with great interest. Having seen it all, what hadn't they seen? Naturally, they weren't surprised.

[The End]

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