【Human Past Events】(14) Author: Poro_Ero

Author: poro_ero
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(14)

Night 373 (

proper-time)

Jiayuguan, Xiliang

Hua Yuxin's evil and seductive eyes startled Yang Tianming.

"I've been discovered? I'm doomed. With my remnant soul, I'm going to die this time." Yang Tianming's thoughts raced.

The fear of death lingered in his spirit, and Yang Tianming felt dizzy. Soon, his clear spirit lost its lightness and
began to fall from the rooftop. The feeling of weightlessness surged up.

A white light shone all around, and he could vaguely see a small child chasing a
small white animal, which looked like a rabbit, on a green grass.

His soul continued to fall, accelerating its descent.

Suddenly, the sound of water rose, and in the haze, the sea surged, and a fox jumped onto a tree to avoid the water.

The scene gradually became clearer.

Yang Tianming was holding a woman's hand, walking side by side. The woman seemed to be heavily made up, dressed fashionably and
elegantly , with fair skin, bright red lips, and sparkling eyes and white teeth.

All around were celebratory shouts of congratulations: "Beautiful, rich, and fair-skinned—handsome, rich, and fair-skinned—handsome, rich, and fair-skinned!

" "Kiss—Kiss

!" "Together, together—"

Only then did Yang Tianming realize he was in the middle of a procession, part of a group wedding where many couples were leading their brides.
Guests filled the room, the pure white, the solemn black, and the festive red intertwined in this space.

Marrying a beautiful, rich, and fair-skinned woman? Yang Tianming wasn't happy. He really wanted to throw a bottle of makeup remover in her face. Not
only see that this woman was unattractive, and he felt nothing for his bride, but for some reason, he
missed Hua Yuxin more, and longed for that little fox.

When the wedding march reached its climax, the newlyweds leading the procession began to kiss each other, one after another.
Yang Tianming finally couldn't take it anymore. He pulled his hand away and fled amidst the astonished gazes of the crowd.

Running across the meadow, far from the church, the valley before him was shrouded in mist, seemingly unreal.

"Is this... a dream?" To verify his doubts, Yang Tianming jumped.

The feeling of weightlessness returned.

The pumping sensation of blood rushing back to his heart.

Yang Tianming awoke with a start. With a "screech," he fell from a tree branch on the cliff edge onto a rock.

Ouch.

Night had fallen. Under the deep blue night sky, the continuous mountain range before him was majestic and awe-inspiring. Only scattered fireballs
dotted a few places. Those were the burning high-speed trains.

Everyone dead?

Yang Tianming endured the pain, experiencing the uncanny realism, and surveyed the scene before him. So it
had a series of dreams, and now he was finally awake. Perhaps the massive explosion had created a distorted illusion,
intertwining with Yang Tianming's past experiences, forming a series of dreams. But the question remained:
who had such power, such ruthlessness, to cause such an accident? Was the target the passengers on the train, or himself?

A faint light appeared in the distant clouds, followed by the whooshing sound of aircraft.

There was no time for idle thoughts.

The military must have intervened; if he were discovered, things would likely get complicated. Numb Erone
was probably still far away in Suzhou, unlikely to come to his rescue.

Only he could save himself.

Yang Tianming looked around, assessing the complex and ever-changing cloud formations in the valley. He first gathered a pile of
withered branches and leaves, broke off a few stones, and carefully pieced them together, using enhancement magic to create a glider. Waiting for
the turbulent flow in the valley to subside and for the current to become clear, Yang Tianming seized the opportunity, leaping down and soaring
through the valley like a bird.

Heading towards the moon, Yang Tianming flew eastward for about 20 kilometers, gradually encountering signs of human habitation.

Among these scattered signs of habitation, the most exhilarating sight was the Great Wall beacon tower atop the rolling mountains.

Thousands of years have passed, and the Great Wall, which defended against the northern barbarians, still stands proudly atop the mountains. However, today,
the Great Wall has become a tourist attraction within the Central Empire. The beacon towers no longer burn with smoke signals; instead, they have been converted into hotels
and inns, with holographic technology used to create the same effect as smoke signals on the top floors and balconies. The fortress itself, needless to say,
is a luxurious five-star hotel, accommodating dignitaries from all directions.

This is Jiayuguan.

Yang Tianming adjusted his flight direction, hovering above the Great Wall, and glided along the road for several hundred meters before finally
slowing down. Freeing himself from his homemade glider, Yang Tianming looked at his tattered clothes and couldn't help but smile bitterly. He then hastily
repaired his outer garments with enhancement magic, making himself look presentable.

Yang Tianming got up and walked on the ancient cobblestone path, the summer night wind constantly whipping the stench of moss onto his face. The scenery outside
the city walls was unbearable to look at closely; for thousands of years, it had remained a desolate wasteland of sand and dust. Yang Tianming didn't care about all
that and went straight into a hotel near a beacon tower, preparing to meet with his organization.

The meeting method was the most traditional: making a phone call so the contact on the other end could locate him.
In the analog signal era, users could use tricks to crack the key and impersonate
the frequency of a telecommunications host to make free cross-province and international calls. Modern digital signals had eliminated this possibility, and this
method, learned from books, had naturally been swept into the dustbin of history.

Times had changed, and so had he. Now he had been completely destroyed; where
could he get a phone or money?

Among the hotel guests, there were always some idlers. Some middle-aged tourists were
gambling . It was a very primitive form of gambling; one could gamble with them and swindle some money.

At the hotel entrance stood a fashionable woman, head held high, holding an umbrella, wearing 8-centimeter red
high heels and a red dress. The red umbrella and red lips, her tall figure, and her flowing black hair made her appear so alluring and
seductive. He was currently weak and it was best not to provoke her, as it might cause trouble.

The hotel receptionist was a rural woman who was afraid of mixing up public and private accounts; she seemed very conservative and timid,
and there was no way she would lend him money.

Just as Yang Tianming was hesitating, a boy who looked like a teenager ran down the stairs
, shouting, "Don't come any closer! Don't follow me, okay?"

Three security guards in sunglasses and suits were coming down the stairs.

"Get out of here! Don't follow me!" the boy roared as he

ran out the door. The instant he reached the exit, the air seemed to freeze.

Someone had activated a Free Style!

Time stood still. Yang Tianming didn't resist. As the Free Style dissipated, the woman and the boy
vanished as well. Several security guards chased after them, frantically shouting into their headsets, "They're gone! They
're gone !"

"Damn it!" The security guards ran out.

Child abduction? But with this level of security, the boy didn't seem to be from an ordinary family.

Yang Tianming had no interest in such a common case. He simply sat down near the gamblers, pulled out a
counterfeit gold card, and brazenly boasted, "I have 50,000 here. I don't have any cash. Can the dealer lend me 1,000
to play?"

The dealer, a man of good character, recognized Yang Tianming's refined demeanor—he seemed like a respectable, successful person—and
readily gave him 1,000.

"We're all old men, we can't beat you young man, so we'll just use a simple method: betting on big or small." The dealer
shook the dice, placed them on the table, and called out in a professional manner, "Place your bets now, place your bets now!"

"I bet 1 yuan, big." Yang Tianming's abilities were so limited that he couldn't even distinguish between the dice's values, so he could only use the most primitive
method.

"Such a small amount, is it even interesting?" The gamblers around him murmured. They placed bets ranging from tens to hundreds of yuan.

"Open," under everyone's gaze, the dealer opened the box and proudly announced, "Small!"

Winning and losing are common occurrences in gambling; some are happy, some are sad.

In the second round, Yang Tianming bet 2 yuan again, big.

He lost again.

In the bustling crowd, everyone had gradually forgotten about this big spender who had come to borrow cash with a gold card.

Unbeknownst to them, Yang Tianming had started betting 64 yuan on big in one go. Although he got it right this time,
Yang Tianming had lost so many times before winning once, so it didn't attract much attention from those around him.

Yang Tianming wiped the sweat from his brow and reverted to his strategy of betting small amounts with 1 yuan.

He lost again.

Several burly men surrounded him. Yes, they were shirtless men in the summer heat; the sticky sweat and stench made Yang
Tianming feel nauseous, but he had no choice but to stay.

It was the player's turn to bet. This time, Yang Tianming calmly placed a 2 yuan bet. He figured if he lost, he'd double down;
if he won, he'd bet 1 yuan. This way, barring any unforeseen circumstances, he should be able to steadily accumulate wealth.

Within moments, Yang Tianming had a pile of loose change in front of him, but he had already lost nine rounds in a row.
The rough, uncultured men around him continued to play with great enthusiasm, completely unconcerned.

The dealer urged the players to bet again.

Yang Tianming pushed out all his money—512 yuan—all in on "big.

" Compared to a 200 yuan hotel room for a night, 500 yuan was a considerable sum for these rough, uncultured men.
Only then did the crowd remember the young man who had borrowed money with the gold card, saying the rich man was about to show his power.

The dealer shook the dice and placed them on the table. He rolled up his sleeves, ready to start.

Large beads of sweat rolled down Yang Tianming's forehead; he was very nervous. He didn't know if it was the stuffy air
or the oppressive atmosphere.

"Big!" The dealer opened the dice.

Yang Tianming breathed a sigh of relief; he had almost lost everything. Unfortunately, he had lost all his skills and money;
otherwise, he wouldn't have been in such a sorry state trying to earn money.

He won 512 yuan in one hand with "Big," and the onlookers marveled, saying that this kid had made a fortune, and
many wanted to bet with Yang Tianming.

Yang Tianming waved his hand, paid off his 1,000 yuan debt, and had 24 yuan left in change. Ignoring the boos from the
crowd , he left alone

and went to a public phone. He dropped in a coin, skillfully dialed a number,
and hung up after a few rings.

The signal had been sent, and Yang Tianming only needed to stand still and wait for his informant.

After a short while, the woman in red from before reappeared, standing at the door and looking at Yang Tianming in surprise.

Yang Tianming thought, "No way, is she the informant?"

The woman glanced at the top of the beacon tower, indicating she didn't want to enter the hotel.

Yang Tianming understood; she had probably done something wrong and was afraid of being discovered by security, so she voluntarily
went out.

An even more coincidental thing happened.

"So it's you, Xiao Miao?" Yang Tianming recognized the woman's face as he got closer. Xiao Miao was the daughter of a mid-level officer in an army at the foot
of Mount . She had met Yang Tianming several times when she was young.

Unfortunately, while Yang Tianming remembered her in his youth, she didn't recognize him, only coldly asking
, "How do you know my name?"

Yang Tianming gave a wry smile.

He later learned that after the human army was destroyed in the chaos of war, Xiao Miao returned to Qin Chuan from the Shu Road and had
lived a life . She was beautiful and free-spirited, yearning to travel the world but unwilling to sell herself for money at the bottom.
She was discovered by her superiors and given the mission: to open a secret passage through Jiayuguan to reach Beijing's Badaling,
with a reward of power and money.

Because Yang Tianming was one of the organization's top thirteen members, this mission to help him reach Beijing was elevated
to A-level. As for the actual reward, as the saying goes, "All profits in the world come from one source." The organization didn't want
a ; they only told her what she could do and what the rewards would be. The rest was up
to Xiao Miao to actively strive for. Money and power were naturally byproducts of this struggle. The organization, on the other hand,
cleanly and transparently withdrew.

Yang Tianming followed her sullenly; this woman showed no sentimentality whatsoever, only thinking about work.
However, it was also possible he was being delusional; she probably had never considered him, even now that his
organization was half-entrusting, half-commanding him with tasks. Unlike Madam Black Snake, Xiao Miao had one exceptional quality:
she never used cheap, manipulative charms to seduce or control men. Instead, she employed straightforward, open strategies, winning them over with
her allure.

While outwardly polite and courteous, Xiao Miao possessed an air of pride, revealing a hint of disdain and contempt.

Yang Tianming followed behind Xiao Miao, only able to admire her swaying figure and graceful movements,
the fragrance emanating from her flowing hair. Several times, Yang Tianming considered plucking her down and making love to her on the Great Wall walkway, letting the ancient architecture witness
their union. But the thought of Xiao Miao's cold indifference extinguished his impulse. Even with her angelic
face , Xiao Miao, no matter how beautiful, could never compare to his younger self.

As they walked, the two descended the Great Wall and entered the desolate wilderness.

Yang Tianming was puzzled when Xiao Miao waved her hand, and fallen leaves and withered branches transformed into a magnificent private villa. Xiao
Miao had no interest in understanding this man who had once cared for her; she simply told Yang Tianming to rest in the pavilion outside the courtyard for a while.
Once she had dealt with the young master, everything would be easier.

It turned out that the boy Xiao Miao had abducted was actually the only son of the Northwest King! After losing power, the Northwest King was imprisoned in
the capital Old and frail, he was barely clinging to life, not long for this world. Mentioning the Northwest King's name was
gossip that was the talk of the court and the government. His wife, whose marriage was arranged by their families, had long been unable to tolerate the Northwest King's notorious womanizing.
Seeing his power waning, she divorced him. The Northwest King knew early on that the sons of officials and the wealthy were prone to recklessness, dragging their fathers
down with them. He also feared that his lovers would use their sons as leverage to blackmail him. Therefore, he indulged in pleasure for decades,
refusing to leave any children. Only in his old age did he remember to leave behind a son, forcibly separating him from his disloyal mother and
strictly disciplining her, forbidding her from all vulgar matters—not just women, but also gambling, alcohol, history, and politics.
Any contact with even the slightest hint of such things would result in severe beatings and harsh reprimands.

Although the Northwest King had no son to burden him, he still struggled to protect himself in the power struggles. His
chaotic private life became a fait accompli, and once he
lost late in life, was naive and ignorant, thus escaping the treacherous vortex of power and preserving
his wealth and title. The son's naiveté and the father's dissolute lifestyle were a source of astonishment.
The secret passage from Jiayuguan in Western Liang to the capital would likely be opened under the guise of the youngest son's visit.

But how would Xiao Miao "win over" this young master? Yang Tianming, unwilling to rest alone in the pavilion,
dragged his frail body and, with great interest, hid behind the curtains to secretly observe the scene inside the villa.

Suddenly, Yang Tianming slapped his forehead, remembering that this young master, lacking maternal love since childhood and thanks to his father's strict discipline,
had only seen the faces of the women around his father, never touched them, only seen their appearances, never their inner selves.
The organization had only arranged for Xiao Miao to work as a nanny in the Northwest Mansion for a few days; could it be that Xiao Miao was to satisfy the young master's psychological
needs and rise to become the young mistress?

Brilliant, truly brilliant.

The room was dimly lit, the young master sitting on the sofa, looking about sixteen years old, while Xiao Miao was only twenty-
four or twenty-five. The moment Xiao Miao entered the room, she stunned the young master with her beauty. Xiao Miao lied, saying that she had gotten soaked from the heavy rain
and the weather was unbearably hot, so she changed into a very sexy pink halter-neck dress. Her full,
soft breasts and long, slender, white legs exuded a captivating aura, drawing closer to the young master and stealing
his heart.

Her full, firm breasts, with their defined curves and alluring cleavage, should have been
irresistible . But the young master's gaze was fixed on the stockings on Xiao Miao's legs and her black high heels.

"So fragrant, so beautiful. It's so wonderful to be in the nanny's room,"
he blurted out without thinking.

Xiao Miao nodded quickly, smiling as she stood before him. The young master, leaning back on the sofa, could only look up at her. But he
still preferred looking at Xiao Miao's lower body; her sexy short skirt and snow-white thighs made the young master blush, and
he murmured, "Nanny, your legs are so beautiful."

Her long, voluptuous legs, accentuated by the stockings, were even more alluring, and the streamlined shape and
color added to her unique feminine charm. The young master inexplicably felt his blood boil and his heart race.

Seeing the young master panting, Xiao Miao smiled smugly, gently took his hand, and led him
into . The young master followed Xiao Miao, mesmerized. Yang Tianming, who was watching intently outside the courtyard, couldn't wait any longer and went to
the bedroom window, secretly peeking through the curtains to continue watching the scene inside.

After Xiao Miao entered the room, she gently closed the door and opened the entire wardrobe. The young master stared at the clothes in the wardrobe,
even more astonished. It was practically a lingerie exhibition! The inexperienced young master was utterly unable to resist the temptation of so much
women's lingerie. The young master casually picked up Xiao Miao's lace panties and kissed them, then took out a sheer white dress and played with it,
along with various other erotic outfits.

Yang Tianming knew very well that girls generally wouldn't like these masculine clothes; Xiao Miao was just deliberately trying
to please the young master. This young master, however, didn't seem to be as dissolute as typical sons of officials, still only
interested in women's adornments. Perhaps the Northwest King, having a son late in life, had suddenly realized his mistake and was strictly disciplined,
or perhaps the young master was simply too young to openly experience a girl's body.

Xiao Miao took a shoebox from under the bed; inside was a pair of white high heels, the heels long and thin, a full 12
centimeters high. The curves were even more unrestrained, the streamlined arc from the toes even sharper, showcasing feminine
pride and arrogance. She threw the shoes at the young master, saying contemptuously, "Quick, put them on."

The young master was stunned for a moment.

"Hurry up!" Xiao Miao pushed the young master to the ground.

The young master was a little sore from the fall and felt wronged, even wanting to cry. But the
nanny

in front of him was too alluring; it wasn't the time to cry. "Put them on for me," Xiao Miao said, lifting her leg and placing it in front of him.

Despite the unreasonable request, seeing that alluring long leg and the glossy stockings, the young master, driven by
an unknown lust, agreed, whether willingly or reluctantly.

While the young master was putting on his high heels, Xiao Miao quietly lifted her skirt and took off her
tank top and bra.

The young master felt an even stronger urge, but didn't know how to release it. He impulsively lunged forward,
embracing Xiao Miao's soft, boneless waist, wanting to express his love with a series of kisses, but Xiao Miao pushed
him to fall to the ground.

Frustrated, the young master could only kneel on the ground, holding her elegant feet. Seeing that Xiao Miao didn't reject him,
he passionately kissed her soft, boneless white feet and white high heels. The silky smooth stockings on her feet, with their subtle
friction, gave the young master's hands an unbearable pleasure.

Xiao Miao lifted her hazy, smooth legs, gracefully and slowly removing one high heel, fully revealing
her arched foot encased in stockings. The young master couldn't resist, lifting her legs and placing them on his shoulders for easier kissing.
One foot was still wearing a white high heel; her left foot was raised and rested on the young master's shoulder, while her right leg was curled up in front of her chest.
The young master frantically sucked on her delicate toes clad in stockings, kissing her soles and slender calves, reveling in
the suffocating sensation of his face pressed against the stockings.

The young master's hands moved from her calves to her thighs, caressing and rubbing them vigorously. Meanwhile, Xiao Miao's
feet reached towards his genitals, pulling down his pants. The smooth texture of the stockings
aroused . The other stocking gently brushed against his face, making him writhe like a docile kitten,
unable to resist.

His erection pressed against Xiao Miao's foot, trembling violently before going limp.
His eyes remained fixed on Xiao Miao, mumbling incoherently, "Nanny sister, nanny sister."

He continued his lewd acts beneath Xiao Miao's skirt, his body subjected to ravaging, yet his mind reveling in the thrill. Because of her less privileged background, Xiao Miao
deeply relished the rare feeling of being admired and adored.

At this moment, the young master, lost in the loss of his marrow and the sudden release of his essence, rubbed his face up his thighs, burying it in Xiao Miao's
skirt, completely disregarding the dignity and composure befitting a young master. Between those two legs, was it a clear spring
or a bottomless abyss? Yang Tianming couldn't see whether the young master had actually kissed Xiao Miao's virgin territory.

Xiao Miao felt a surge of joy. Her emotional nerves were gently stirred by the innocent and adorable boy. A
strong maternal instinct stirred within her, and a shy, sweet feeling flushed her cheeks, accompanied by
a sense of accomplishment. An unprecedented satisfaction gradually appeared on her lips as she sat upright on the bed with increasing confidence,
her sweet words flowing: "From now on, in front of others, I'll be your nanny, but when we're alone, you'll be my devoted
son !"

"Yes, Mother," the young master, infatuated and delirious, babbled incoherently to satisfy his desires. "Yes,
Mother!"

The alluring Xiao Miao captivated the young master, making him flutter like a butterfly before a bee, enjoying the man's flattery and his subservience, his
domineering and enslavement. Seeing the young master so submissive, humble, and obsequious, Xiao Miao realized that he was like
all , with a filthy and depraved heart, willing to flatter and fawn over women for his own lust.
Xiao Miao knew that the more a man
ruthlessbegged belittling.

Xiao Miao grabbed the young master's head and pressed it firmly against her genitals. Her delicate, sensual lips
parted slightly, panting softly, her innermost space contracting and tightening. Her long eyelashes fluttered, her upturned nose became
even more beautiful , her fleshy lips exhaled fragrant breath, and her warm, red tongue peeked out slightly.

Her rosy face was now even more captivating and adorable. Her firm, toned neck
perfectly showcased her collarbone, inadvertently drawing Yang Tianming's attention outside the window with its alluring power
. The beautiful collarbone and shoulders outlined the curves and elegance of her upper body. Especially when she panted, the barely visible collarbone
possessed a captivating charm. Yang Tianming longed to immediately embrace the exquisite body, to roam freely over
her shapely breasts and alluring buttocks, to fondle them roughly.

Hearing the young master caress her while calling her "Mama" like a baby, Xiao Miao felt
an extraordinary pleasure, instinctively tossing her hair. In her flowing hair, a captivating smile graced her already alluring face
, casting a deep, seductive glance at Yang Tianming outside the window.

Yang Tianming, consumed by lust, had lost all ability to judge beauty. Those alluring eyes,
brimming were a sight to behold; he was captivated by her beauty, yet his affections were boundless. Outside the window, Yang Tianming could only watch, unable to hear
or touch. That gaze, that allure—silence spoke volumes, how could it not drive one mad with desire? Yang Tianming
was overjoyed . This young master was truly clueless about matters of the heart; otherwise, he would have taken Xiao Miao himself.

Xiao Miao pressed the young master's head down to her crotch and commanded, "Kowtowing, kowtowing hard, and calling me 'Mama'."

The young master prostrated himself, his body pressed to the ground, carrying Xiao Miao's body as he slammed his head heavily onto the earth. With
each kowtow, Xiong Biao's body experienced a strange, inexplicable comfort. "Mama!"
the young master cried out joyfully, expressing his happiness.

Hearing the man beneath her obediently kowtowing and calling out "Mama" so affectionately, the
beautiful Xiao Miao couldn't help but chuckle, laughing heartily.

Xiao Miao understandingly grasped the young master's genitals with her small hands; her slender hands were exceptionally firm and warm, making the young master
feel comfortable and immersed in the soothing caresses of her gentle hands. "Ugh—Mama—ah—harder—
Mama—ah ah—I want it!"

Xiao Miao chuckled, then pinched hard. The young master let out a cry of pain, convulsed a few times, and immediately collapsed
onto the floor.

Half of the young master's bone marrow had been drained, and his mind was already clouded. He raised his youthful face, his delicate features
making Xiao Miao feel a pang of pity.

After all, he was a scion of an official family; his skin was fairer and his body more delicate than hers, so there was nothing to say. Xiao Miao
was secretly annoyed.

After thinking for a while, reason prevailed over momentary pleasure, and Xiao Miao's heart was stirred. If he were to
sell himself to some servant outside, she would certainly be at a disadvantage, so for a long time, Xiao Miao's attitude towards men had been one of abuse.
But in this situation, she might not be the one at a disadvantage.

Xiao Miao continued to gently caress the young master's genitals with her hand. The young master looked at his newly erect penis,
and the electric current and pleasure that spread through his body from the glans, and suddenly realized that the root of his desire was this penis
.

The young master grasped Xiao Miao's tender hand and rubbed and stroked his penis. Xiao Miao immediately pulled her hand away and slapped the young master
.

The young master cried out in pain.

"Who told you to touch me, you slut!" Xiao Miao hurled insults.

The young master lowered his head, not daring to utter a sound.

Xiao Miao stroked the young master's head, her attitude softening, and whispered, "Good boy, let Mommy
hug you."

Xiao Miao pulled the young master up, pressing her already erect breasts against his face, slid them back and forth. A slap,
a treat—this was Xiao Miao's new strategy. Once the young master got used to the treats, he would truly consider Xiao Miao a close
confidante.

The young master opened his mouth, sticking out his tongue to lick "Mommy's" nipple. Xiao Miao buried the young master's head in her
chest.

The two sat on the ground, becoming increasingly intimate and entwined.

Their breathing grew more rapid, and their bodily fluids increased.

The liquid on those white breasts—was it the son's saliva, the mother's milk, or Xiao Miao's
glistening sweat?

Outside the window, Yang Tianming, unable to contain his lust, couldn't help but take out his right hand and, through his underwear, rubbed his...
The penis. Thinking of his recent excessive indulgence, his yang essence nearly depleted, and his magic power completely gone, he couldn't help but slap
his right hand and beat his chest in frustration outside the window.

The young master was sucking greedily, seemingly half-satisfied.

Xiao Miao's long hair enveloped the young master's entire head, half-heartedly, subtly altering his thoughts
. Through intimate contact, through lingering whispers and the fragrance of her hair, she even
gained .

Next came pleasing his lower body.

Xiao Miao moved from the young master's youthful lips, little by little, to his tender neck and weak chest. The naked body of the man, devoid of muscle, filled
Xiao Miao with a sense of security. The lack of excess fat on his body gave Xiao Miao a refreshing and joyful feeling.

Xiao Miao continued downwards, past his navel, his dantian, and then to the penis, which still only had sparse hair. The white,
tender penis was extremely cute, not at all frightening.

The erect penis, without the rough veins of other men, resembled a bulging, delicious muscle.

Xiao Miao's red lips pressed against his.

The young master saw Xiao Miao bury her face in his lower body, first the intoxicating fragrance of her hair making him dizzy with desire,
then the soft, wet caress of her lower body bringing him a blissful glow, as if he were in heaven. Ding Ri quickly
became erect, staring at Xiao Miao's palate. This unprecedented feeling of pleasure was
a thousand times more direct and wonderful than the masochistic pleasure he had experienced before!

Instinctively, the young master grasped Xiao Miao's head, thrusting his lower body hard into her throat,
muttering, "Nanny sister, so good, so good."

Hearing the young master call her nanny, Xiao Miao remembered her inferior birth and couldn't help but feel sad.
Thinking this, she was even more determined to hold onto this royal virgin before her, and thus became even more diligent in using her mouth to caress and soothe the young master.

The woman who had just been so arrogant, demanding his knees, was now prostrate before him, sucking his most
filthy lower body. A sense of pleasure and conquest welled up within the young master, though he
was unaware of the reason for the turn of events. His masculine instincts were thus aroused.

He withdrew his penis and stood up, tall and imposing. Grabbing Xiao Miao's hair, he pulled her
up .

Behind her disheveled hair, her angelic face and devilish red lips, barely visible, were even more
alluring .

Before Xiao Miao could react, the young master roughly pressed his erect penis against her lips, thrusting it
in forcefully.

Xiao Miao hadn't expected the young master's genitals to be so demanding, but to avoid disrupting the blissful experience, she
willingly allowed the enormous penis to penetrate her throat once more, willingly pleasing this wealthy second-generation heir.

The young master grabbed Xiao Miao's hair, holding her head down, and, maintaining his upright posture, thrust even deeper
into her epiglottis. The sounds of flesh rubbing together and fluids sloshing filled the room with a decadent atmosphere.

Xiao Miao was often breathless, and she seized every opportunity to catch her breath, making her breathing
even deeper. Her clear, melodious moans brought the young master even greater pleasure, allowing him to experience
the blissful .

The thrusting became increasingly intense, and the young master involuntarily uttered, "Ah—ah—it feels so good, little brother—
nanny sister, I like you, I love you."

Hearing this, Xiao Miao's heart lit up, and she became even more submissive, using her fragrant tongue to caress her future husband's
penis. Her slender hands touched the young master's small, tender buttocks, stroking his back, buttocks, and
inner thighs.

Under such comprehensive stimulation, the scrotum behind his penis gathered yang essence from his dantian. The young
master did not know how to control his ejaculation, so he let it gush out freely: "Nanny sister—I, I love you—
Mom —sister—."

It was the first ejaculation of his vital essence, the ultimate yang.

Although Xiao Miao was mentally prepared, the scalding heat of the primordial essence rushing into her throat still
caused her to scream loudly, making sure Yang Tianming outside the window heard it clearly. Such wanton moans, such arousal!

Xiao Miao, half in pleasure and half in pain, received the young master's first ejaculation, her body weak and limp from the heat
. The young master's lower body also went limp.

Xiao Miao obediently licked the young master's genitals several times. After cleaning them, she gave the young master a wicked
look .

At this moment, the young master, from his mind to his body, from his heart to his soul, had accepted the woman before him.

After all, she was a woman with whom he had shared intimate moments; he could no longer treat her as an outsider.
Moreover, the young master felt that such a once noble woman was now serving him so humbly and clinging to him;
he should cherish her even more.

Xiao Miao slowly stood up, only to be led to the bedside by the young master and thrown onto it. The young master pressed down on Xiao Miao,
actively seeking pleasure.

Xiao Miao didn't want to remind him to use a condom. This was different from the men she'd had before; they were promiscuous,
and she was just one of their playthings. But in this young man's heart, she was his only one.
At least for now.

Relying on his male instincts, the young master, with his most naive techniques, found Xiao Miao's vagina and awkwardly inserted himself,
soon contributing his semen in ecstasy. This was the essence of yang that could impregnate Xiao Miao, the essence that would
change enter the inner chambers of the house.

The young master softly uttered the words "Xiao Miao," exhausted, collapsing against Xiao Miao's abdomen, resting against her breasts, and
falling into a deep sleep . Xiao Miao gently stroked her young and ignorant husband, secretly glancing at Yang Tianming outside the window,
probably indicating that things had succeeded. Yang Tianming, seeing the young master ejaculate inside her without a condom, couldn't help but sigh, thinking, "That bitch really got
fucked by a dog."

Xiao Miao whispered in the young master's ear, recounting her unfulfilled
desires as a weak woman.

The wind blew quietly in the wild.

As the events in the room gradually subsided, Yang Tianming's passion was also forced to calm down. He leaned against the wall and
slowly sat down. He watched the branches and grass swaying in the moonlight, the insects attracted by the indoor light, and
the longhorn beetles crawling on the ground.

Nature, stripped of sex and love, wasn't so bad after all. His journey
along was like a lewd little tentacle, crawling on the body of Motherland, stroking and attempting to possess.
But no matter what, whether it was the nature of rainforests and lakes or the nature of the Gobi Desert, it was something that no one,
no organization, could truly possess.

At midnight, the young master and Xiao Miao left the villa hand in hand and returned to the hotel at the beacon tower.
He dismissed the security captain promoted by his mother on the spot, severed ties with his mother's family, and began a ruthless crackdown on the Northwest Prefecture . He
immediately resumed the family visit arrangements that had been interrupted.

Although the young master's Northwest King title had become merely a title, and his power had shrunk to a small area,
the family remained a moderately wealthy and prestigious one. Xiao Miao, bearing the title of young mistress but acting as both wife and mother,
opened , immediately heading to the capital to visit relatives. Among the procession carrying gifts, Yang Tianming became one of the porters.

Half-asleep, Yang Tianming stared at the long, dark tunnel, its seemingly bottomless
end . What would the scene be like half an hour later?

The capital was a place of profound mystery, with deep reefs and turbulent undercurrents. What awaited Yang Tianming was an
even deeper scheme, a greater storm.

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