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Merlin the Pervert 

You walk through a grove of plum trees, far from the hellish palace of heaven, far from the celestial demons. It's all

plum trees.

It's still autumn, not the season for plum blossoms.

In winter, when this place is full of plum blossoms, what a beautiful sight it must be. Alas, you think you probably won't see it. Unconsciously, tears you've always held back slowly trickle down your cheeks.

Tears that never fell, even under torture, now finally fall in this deserted place, for your fate.

It seems you still cling to this life that has brought you so much pain.

Since you foresee the tragic fate ahead, why not escape now? Thinking this, you run quickly towards the end of the plum grove.

The expected pain in your chest intensifies, and your steps become increasingly unsteady. Suddenly, everything spins, and you spit out a mouthful of blood, collapsing unconscious in the plum grove.

The third time, you still can't escape this plum grove, can't escape this suffering.

"Little brother, little brother..." a gentle voice echoes in your ears, and you slowly open your eyes.

It was still this eerie plum grove, but now a young man was beside you. His figure stood out gracefully amidst the countless plum blossoms.

"Young brother, you're awake..." he smiled.

Who was he? Why did he seem so familiar? You searched your memory, but there was no name, only the occasional glimpse of his swordplay at the edge of the plum grove. He must be a guest temporarily staying at the outlying manor.

Pushing away his support, you swayed as you stood up. "Thank you, brother. But this forbidden garden is not a place for outsiders to enter freely. For your safety, you should leave quickly."

"Where is this..." He looked around in confusion, then gazed at you with concern, "But you..."

"You should go quickly, don't worry about me." You turned and walked back. Since there was no way to escape, you could only return, unaware of the breathtakingly beautiful yet fragile charm that unfolded in that turn.

"But..." He hesitated for a moment, then spoke anyway, "Who is torturing you? Can you tell me?"

Your body trembled slightly, but your voice remained calm: "What are you talking about? I don't understand."

He ran to you, wanting to reach out and help you up, but hesitated, his eyes already fixed on your chest: "Look—"

You looked down and saw blood slowly spreading across your chest; the wound must have reopened. You instinctively raised your hand, trying to cover the blood.

He suddenly grabbed your hand.

"What are you doing?" you cried out, trying to break free, but you had no strength.

"Tell me, who's torturing you?" he yelled, pointing to the bruises on your wrists. "These are clearly from ropes and chains. Who's so cruel? I'll have to find them and demand an explanation!"

"No, don't worry about it!" you said urgently. "You don't deserve to meddle in this. Hurry up, it'll be too late if you wait any longer!"

"Tell me, who is that person?"

"He is... Master Mei Chi."

His hand fell limply to the ground. "He, he actually..."

You glanced at him, then turned and left. Master Mei Chi's martial arts skills were unparalleled, and he was also incredibly shrewd. No one in the world dared to provoke him. So no one could save you.

"You can come here to find me later. My name is Shu Yang." He came to his senses and called out from behind you.

"You're trying to run away again, aren't you?" Master Mei Chi glanced at you out of the corner of his eye, his voice filled with coldness.

"Yes." You had been kneeling on the cold stone floor for a day and a night, and finally, you received a reply. At this moment, you'd be willing to endure any punishment, as long as you weren't forced to kneel any longer. Your hair was tied to the roof beam, rendering you completely immobile. The stone slab beneath you was soaked with your sweat.

"Then don't blame me for being ruthless!" As soon as Master Mei Chi let your hair down, you collapsed weakly to the ground.

He forced a bowl of ginseng soup down your throat, and after resting for a while, you felt a little better. You knew the real torture was about to begin. The first two times you tried to escape, he beat you so badly you were immobilized for ten days or so; this time, it would only be worse.

"Just kill me," you suddenly said.

He laughed, "How could I bear to kill you? You're just training you. Bi Luo, once you get used to your training, you'll fall in love with me."

"I won't try to escape unless you kill me," you said, looking at him, unable to understand how anyone could force someone to love in this way. Actually, Master Mei Chi was quite handsome and young, which gave him considerable creativity in torturing people.

"I hate disloyal slaves the most." He grabbed you and pulled you up. "While I still have patience with you, you'd better leave now, or you'll be asking for trouble."

"I'm not your slave." You had barely finished speaking when a slap almost knocked you unconscious.

"Call me master."

"No." You stubbornly said, "I'm not your slave, never have been! If you hadn't snatched me from the boring hut, I would never have recognized you, you devil!"

"So, 'poverty and hardship cannot sway me, power and force cannot subdue me,' is that it?" He laughed mockingly, then his face darkened. "Looks like you won't change your mind without some severe torture."

You were hung in the torture chamber again. You couldn't remember how many times you'd been here, but the treatment was always just as bad as the first time. Your wrists were tied to the beam with ropes, and your legs were spread apart and tied to iron rings on the ground. The excruciating pain in your wrists suddenly reminded you of the young man named Shu Yang. He had looked at your scarred wrists with such affection, but he still couldn't possibly know the torture you had suffered. Thinking of this, tears suddenly welled up in your eyes, a poignant sight that could move anyone.

"Regret it?" The Plum-Obsessed Hermit's heart softened, and he asked.

You shook your head.

"Call me 'Master' and I'll spare you." He was already choosing a whip, yet he still gave you one last chance.

You remained silent.

"See how stubborn you are!" He walked up to you, holding a serrated whip. With

a sharp tear, he ripped open your clothes. The old wounds hadn't faded, and when his fingers touched your bare skin, you couldn't help but struggle in disgust.

Suddenly, he bit down on your nipple. He bit down hard.

You cried out. The nipple bore a clear, purplish-blue tooth mark.

"See, you can't even handle this little pain." He looked at you triumphantly, saying, "You've never tasted this whip before. A serrated crocodile whip, every lash draws blood, it can drive a person mad. Will you call me 'Master' or not?" "Just

kill me then," you said through gritted teeth.

*Snap*

— "Ah…" You winced in pain, biting your own arm. The new wound pressed against the old, the whip easily tearing through the skin of your chest, blood flowing like a stream.

*Snap—Snap—*

Your arm was bleeding from your own bite, your clothes soaked in blood. Just three or four lashes, and you'd exhausted all your strength, even your screams turning into low groans, your head drooping limply.

"You've lost so much blood, we'll have to give you some nourishment later." The Plum-Obsessed Hermit brought over a basin of water. "Let's wash your wound first, to prevent it from getting infected."

"No, no..." you protested weakly, in unbearable pain. You knew the water in the basin was salt water.

"Call me master!" Plum-obsessed Hermit was still relentless.

Your expression was already somewhat dazed, but you held fast to your inner defenses and remained silent.

Splash! The salt water was poured onto your chest, which was covered in whip marks. The excruciating pain made you let out a scream with all your might, and then you fainted.

When you woke up, you were still hanging there as before. Plum-obsessed Hermit was holding you from behind, his large penis brutally thrusting into your body. He was thrusting so hard that he almost crushed your tailbone. You closed your eyes in despair, and Shu Yang's warm and gentle face, like a spring breeze, flashed before your eyes. But when could you escape from this hell on earth?

It had been a long time since you had come here to see the plum tree.

You were afraid. Afraid to see him, afraid to hear his gentle comfort, afraid that you would start crying every night because you dreamed of him again, afraid that your relationship would be discovered by Plum-obsessed Hermit and cause him harm.

Yet, you couldn't help but come every time. Otherwise, you wouldn't know why you wanted to live.

"You're finally here." Shu Yang ran up to you, smiling. "I wait for you here every day."

"Oh," you replied softly.

"Why are you so pale?" he asked with concern. "Did he... did he torment you again?"

"It's nothing," you replied weakly, sitting down against a plum tree. You usually tried to hide it from him so he wouldn't worry too much, but last time you lost too much blood and hadn't fully recovered even after more than half a month. It was difficult to continue hiding it from him.

He gently took your hand again. This time, you didn't pull away. Tears silently fell.

"My name is Bi Luo." Looking into his pure eyes, you finally said the name you had deliberately hidden. Could it be that you had changed your mind, no longer wanting to be just a fleeting shooting star in his life?

"Come with me. I can't tolerate him torturing you with such cruel punishments."

"No, we can't handle him. You're not worth the risk."

"Come with me," he insisted. "Trust me."

"No!" Pushing him away, you staggered and ran, swallowing all your tears. "We'll never see each other again. I'll only bring you disaster."

"Shu Yang, you and Bi Luo are quite a good match." The Plum Blossom Hermit looked at you from the corner of his eye and smiled coldly. "You go to see him as soon as you can move, and he waits for you in the plum grove every day, rain or shine. You two are quite devoted."

Your heart tightened, and you knelt down: "Please, don't make things difficult for him. I've already driven him away."

"But he's still here."

"I won't see him again. I'll accept whatever punishment you want." Remembering his ruthlessness in the past, you shuddered. "Please let him go."

Fire ignited in the Plum Blossom Hermit's eyes. He pulled you into his arms and began to tear at your clothes. He stripped you naked, then pressed you to the ground, his thick penis thrusting into your anus.

"Ah..." Although you had expected this punishment, you still broke out in a cold sweat from the pain, letting out a piercing groan. His powerful thrusts from behind left you helplessly swaying, your hair soaked with sweat. Finally, when he finished, you were too weak to get up, and there was another pool of blood on the ground.

"Playing dead again!" He kicked you, and seeing that you still couldn't get up, he used a rope to hang you face down from the beam, took two iron clamps, and clipped them to your nipples. You couldn't help but groan.

Mei Chi Jushi hung a lead weight on the clamp, two, three... With each addition, your groans grew louder, your whole body covered in sweat. Your nipples were already stretched and deformed, the excruciating pain rising wave after wave, yet you couldn't faint.

"I'll hang you up all night, you'll have to reflect on your actions." The Plum-Obsessed Hermit, having tormented you enough, left.

"Bi Luo, Bi Luo..." A familiar voice called out to you.

When you woke up, you had been lowered from the rafters, and Shu Yang was holding you.

"You have so many injuries..." He choked up, unable to continue.

"How did you get in? Hurry up, it'll be terrible if he finds out." Hiding your wounds, you urged him.

He draped a coat over you and carried you on his back. "I'll take you away now."

You didn't object anymore. To die on his back, you would be happy, wouldn't you?

Shu Yang carried you out of the garden and into the plum grove. Once outside the plum grove, you would be free.

Your chest began to ache, but you didn't make a sound. When the pain became unbearable, you bit your lip tightly.

"You're shivering, are you cold?" Shu Yang asked with concern.

"Don't worry about me, let's go quickly," you said through gritted teeth.

Finally, you were almost out of the plum grove, but the pain in your chest was becoming increasingly unbearable. Blood trickled from your tightly closed lips. You quickly covered them with your hand, but the blood seeped through your fingers. Finally, you couldn't hold back any longer and spat out a mouthful of blood, all over his neck.

"Biluo, Biluo, what's wrong?" He hurriedly put you down.

"It's nothing... let's go..." You forced a smile at him, but another mouthful of blood surged up, and everything went black as you fainted in his arms.

Why, why couldn't you escape? A terrible question haunted you even in your unconscious state.

In your daze, you heard someone speaking, but you couldn't make out what they were saying.

"Shuyang, don't leave me..." you cried out, frantically reaching out your arm to grope for something.

"I'm here." He gently took your hand, and you opened your eyes to see his pure eyes, filled with love.

Turning your head, you were horrified to find yourself lying in your usual bed, and you were now in the "Love Plum Abode" of the Plum Blossom Hermit.

"How did we get back?" you asked in panic.

"I talked to him, hoping he'll give you your freedom again." Shu Yang looked at you, gently brushing away the stray hairs in front of your eyes. "Tell me, Bi Luo, are you willing to give up anything for freedom?"

"Yes, anything," you blurted out.

He looked at you with a strange expression, sighing softly, "He's put a Plum Blossom Gu on you. Every time you try to escape, the poison takes effect, causing you to vomit blood and faint. But don't worry, I'll get him to give you the antidote."

"Are you really sure you can?" you asked anxiously.

"Yes," he said, "Bi Luo, stay in this room for the next three days and don't go anywhere. After three days, he'll give you the antidote."

"And what about you?"

He smiled bitterly, "My home is nearby, don't worry about me. I'll be happy as long as you gain your freedom."

On the first day, you listened to Shu Yang and stayed in the room, not stepping out of the door.

Shu Yang didn't appear, nor did the Plum Blossom Hermit. You spent each day in anxious anticipation.

On the second day, finally someone came. It was the Plum Blossom Hermit.

"Come with me." He still looked at you out of the corner of his eye, speaking coldly.

"Where to?" you asked, startled.

"That's not a question a slave should ask," he said, but then added, "I'll take you to see Shu Yang."

What happened to Shu Yang? You suddenly had a bad feeling, but didn't ask. This ominous feeling grew stronger as you got closer to the torture chamber.

Entering the dimly lit chamber, your eyes hadn't adjusted yet when Mei Chi Jushi pushed you forward: "Look at your Shu Yang."

You saw a man's arms suspended high by chains in the center of the chamber. His hair was disheveled, his body covered in blood, and several iron spikes were stuck in his fingers. His eyes were closed, his teeth clenched tightly around his lips, desperately suppressing his groans.

This couldn't be Shu Yang, how could this be Shu Yang! Your Shu Yang had always been so pure and handsome, how could he be so badly injured and on the verge of death?

"No!" you suddenly cried out, tears streaming down your face.

Shu Yang suddenly opened his eyes and saw you. His eyes suddenly filled with rage as he shouted at the hermit Mei Chi behind you, "Why did you bring him here? You're despicable!"

"You delivered yourself to my doorstep, agreeing to be at my mercy for these three days," Mei Chi said. "Do you want to go back on your word? Don't forget, you can ask to leave at any time, just say 'Stop.' After all, you've never suffered like this before, my young master Shu."

"You need to give the antidote to Bi Luo," Shu Yang said, suppressing the pain.

"I'll give it to him naturally after these three days," Mei Chi said maliciously. "But in these remaining two days, whatever I do, you have no right to stop me."

Mei Chi bound you in a cross shape to the rack opposite Shu Yang; he wanted you to witness Shu Yang being tortured for you.

"Let him go! I'll never dare to run away again!" you pleaded desperately.

"Slaves have no right to make demands," said the Plum-Obsessed Hermit, bringing his face close. "Cry all you want, scream all you want, let's see how much he can endure."

With that, he punched Shu Yang hard in the stomach. "You treated me like this before, didn't you?"

Shu Yang doubled over in pain, spitting out a mouthful of blood, the chains on his wrists rattling loudly. Yet, he managed to lift his head, staring fixedly at the Plum-Obsessed Hermit, his eyes filled with helpless pain.

You wept. You felt as if that punch had struck you, a sharp pain shooting through your heart.

The Plum-Obsessed Hermit sneered, his fists landing repeatedly on Shu Yang's chest and abdomen, asking as he struck, "Should we stop?"

Shu Yang coughed up blood again and again, but remained silent until he was beaten unconscious.

The Plum-Obsessed Hermit stopped, paced back and forth a few steps, and suddenly laughed.

Your eyes were already dry; you could only bite your lip tightly, suppressing the tearing pain in your heart. Even in this torment, you still saw the thoughtful look that Mei Chi Jushi cast at you.

"If he were torturing you, he would have stopped. Biluo, don't you think so?"

"What are you doing?" Shu Yang shouted angrily.

"You still have the right to say 'stop,' my young master Shu." Mei Chi Jushi said as he lashed your body with the small bullwhip.

You gritted your teeth and didn't cry out. The small bullwhip immediately left a purplish-red welt on your body, and a burning pain shot up instantly.

"Do you want me to stop?" Mei Chi Jushi asked as he continued to whip you.

Shu Yang didn't make a sound, and you knew that he must be struggling with a lot of pain inside. But you couldn't see his expression. The raindrops of whipping made your vision blur in waves. Although the damage to the skin from the small bullwhip was far less than that from the serrated leather whip last time, some of the welts still broke open, and blood slowly soaked through your clothes again.

"If you have the guts, hit me! Why are you torturing Biluo?" Shu Yang screamed hoarsely. "You should hate me! I'm the one who stole everything from you..."

You couldn't hear what Shu Yang said after that; you only felt your body trembling with pain, and felt the whip of the Plum Blossom Hermit falling harder and harder. In the increasingly suffocating pain, you were beaten unconscious.

Cold water was poured over you. Your drooping head slowly lifted, water still dripping from your hair.

"Biluo, how are you?" Shu Yang asked with concern.

"Don't worry about me, as long as you're not tortured... I'll be fine." You forced a smile, and your vision went black. Your head drooped weakly again.

The Plum Blossom Hermit took you off the rack and tied you back up with your back to Shu Yang. Your arms were outstretched, unable to move, not knowing what other tortures were about to be inflicted on you.

The Plum Blossom Hermit tore off your clothes, completely exposing your back. His hand stroked your smooth back, and he sighed appreciatively.

"Do you know why I never whip your back?" he said. "I've always wanted to brand a plum blossom on your back, but I haven't been able to forge a suitable branding iron. But now, the plum blossom branding is ready."

He took out a handful of plum blossom-shaped branding irons and placed them in the charcoal fire in the corner of the torture chamber. After a while, the branding irons were glowing red-hot.

The Plum Blossom Hermit took one of the branding irons and walked behind you. You felt the scorching heat coming from behind you and instinctively struggled. "Don't move." The Plum Blossom Hermit suddenly pressed your head down with one hand and pressed the branding iron onto your back with the other.

You heard a hissing sound and then smelled the burning smell of flesh. "Ah..." A heart-wrenching pain suddenly shot through you, and you struggled desperately to relieve the pain, but your body was completely restrained and unable to move. You bit your lip until it bled, and then everything went black as you fainted again.

Cold water was splashed on you to wake you up again. The torture was far from over. One branding iron after another fell on your back. You lost count of how many times you fainted. When you awoke again, your throat was completely hoarse. When the branding iron fell, you couldn't make a sound; only blood spurted from your mouth.

"Do you want to torture him to death?" Shu Yang struggled desperately, shouting hoarsely.

"Why didn't you tell me to stop?" Mei Chi Jushi asked.

Shu Yang was silent for a moment, then suddenly said, "Because I know he'd rather die from torture than stay by your side as a slave."

"Fine," Mei Chi Jushi said viciously, "But I'd rather he die from torture than leave me." With that, another branding iron was pressed onto your back.

The acrid smell of burning flesh permeated the torture chamber. You had been tortured all day and were on the verge of death. Mei Chi Jushi was also exhausted and finally went back to rest. One more day, and you would be victorious.

"Don't think you'll have an easy night." Mei Chi Jushi stared into your lifeless eyes, grinning maliciously. "I never show mercy to those who betray me."

He untied you from the rack, binding your wrists together and suspending you from the rafters, only your toes barely touching the ground. This form of suspension was the most agonizing; soon, cold sweat poured down your back.

Mei Chi Jushi planted a sharpened wooden stick in the ground, the tip aimed directly at your anus. Then he abruptly lengthened the rope.

"Ah..." The moment your feet touched the ground, the stick plunged deep into your anus. You jerked your head away in pain, barely managing to stand on your tiptoes. But after a while, your toes gave way, and your feet fell flat, the stick plunging deep into your anus again. Again and again, you struggled in this endless torture.

Mei Chi Jushi watched with satisfaction for a while, noticing that the blood from your lower body had stained the stick red, before leaving. Leaving you alone, struggling in agony.

"Bi Luo, if you really can't take it anymore, I'll tell him to stop." Shu Yang said painfully, his internal injuries flaring up again, and he coughed violently, vomiting a mouthful of blood.

"No, we must persevere now," you said weakly. "Only tomorrow will we win..." Before you could finish, sharp pain enveloped you again. Suffering this inhuman torture, you had little confidence that you could survive until tomorrow.

On the third day, the eccentric hermit changed his methods of tormenting you. He had taken some kind of drug, and his penis had become thick and hard. He repeatedly entered you in the most agonizing positions, binding you with ropes and chains into various positions, sometimes inserting his penis into your mouth, and of course, mostly enjoying your anus. Perhaps he knew he could no longer keep you and wished he could torture you to death.

You fainted several times, feeling as if you were being torn apart. Your screams grew weaker and weaker, until finally, after a deep coma, you were not awakened even by two buckets of salt water.

You were awakened by a sharp pain; the eccentric hermit was stabbing your penis with steel needles. You jerked your head up in pain, then immediately slumped back down. You saw your blood scattered all over the ground. You thought you were too weak to continue living.

Seeing that you were awake, the Plum-Obsessed Hermit walked to Shu Yang, who was tightly bound by iron chains, and pressed his penis against Shu Yang's anus.

"What are you doing?" Shu Yang cried out.

"Holding you," the Plum-Obsessed Hermit said, "if that's the only way to make you admit defeat."

Shu Yang trembled with anger but remained silent.

"Actually, I have no interest in you, but this is the best way to make a self-righteous young master like you submit. Don't you think so?" the Plum-Obsessed Hermit continued, "It's not worth suffering this humiliation for a withered flower. Just admit defeat."

"Do as you please," Shu Yang said, closing his eyes to endure the humiliation in his heart, his voice filled with bitterness, "Since you know my identity."

"Do you think I wouldn't dare?" the Plum-Obsessed Hermit sneered, his enormous penis thrusting into Shu Yang's anus.

"Ah..." Shu Yang groaned, his expression one of great pain. You know that this pain was largely due to mental torture. "Give up," you finally shed tears. "Don't worry about me."

"We won't give up..." Shu Yang managed to say, blood trickling down his chin as he spoke. By the time the Plum Blossom Hermit finally emerged, Shu Yang had already fainted.

It was completely dark.

"We won," Shu Yang said. "Hand over the antidote."

"Actually, there is no antidote," the Plum Blossom Hermit said, looking at you two tightly bound. "Why bother making an antidote for slaves? And why keep my promise to you? Haha..." He laughed, stroking the plum blossom brand on your back. "Such a beautiful plum blossom design, I'll keep it to admire slowly later."

He left.

Your heart shattered, tears welling up but not falling.

"I was so stupid, I was deceived by him, causing you so much suffering," Shu Yang looked at you painfully. But that pain seemed more complex, more profound than you knew.

"No, I'm even more grateful to you now," you said, unsure what to say. Any words at this moment would seem pretentious.

Shu Yang suddenly stopped speaking; you could see he was channeling his inner energy. An hour later, he miraculously freed himself from the chains.

"Why didn't you run away sooner? Why did you stay and suffer his torment?" you asked him as he untied your ropes.

"I've always felt guilty towards him, and I thought it was right to let him vent his anger—after all, I've taken so much from him, and this time I've stolen what he loves," Shu Yang said sorrowfully. "He's actually my brother." "Ah!" you exclaimed. "Then why would he treat you like this?" "

He's my father's illegitimate son. He suffered so much bullying from his family since childhood, which is why he loves the solitary plum blossom so much. Although I didn't abuse him when he was young, I never helped him either, so it's understandable that he hates me. But... I really didn't expect him to turn out like this... Is there part of my fault in this...?" Shu Yang smiled bitterly as he carried you on his back and walked out. "Bi Luo, if you can hold on until you reach the outside of the plum grove, I can find my master to save you."

"Okay," you said, "I'd rather die than be a slave."

Shu Yang carried you into the plum grove. Suddenly, he stumbled, and you both fell.

"Are you alright?" You saw blood gushing from his mouth, and your heart ached.

"I'm fine, just an internal injury acting up." He struggled to get up, wanting to carry you again.

"No, I can walk by myself." You endured the tearing pain in your lower body and barely managed to stand up. Supporting each other, you walked towards the outside of the plum grove.

The pain in your chest intensified, and the injuries all over your body flared up at the same time. Every step you took felt like walking on a knife's edge, leaving a trail of blood behind you, yet you remained as beautiful as an angel rising from hell.

If you were to die, you would die outside.

You would rather die as a slave.

The Plum Blossom Gu flared up as expected, and blood gushed from your mouth again like a spring; you felt like you were bleeding to death. Struggling against the ever-growing darkness before your eyes, you crawled laboriously outwards. Your hand remained clasped in Shu Yang's.

"I saw a plum blossom bloom," you said to Shu Yang with a smile.

[The End]

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