The Legend of Huang Rong: Phoenix Rises in the Martial World

Well, to put it simply, I'm not a professional writer, nor do I have any interest in becoming one. After all, there are precedents (you know what I mean). Most of my writing is just for my own amusement, so many of it feels familiar to everyone. That's right, those familiar pieces are from other authors; I've simply given them a makeover and added my own touches. Anyway, I'm not in it for the money, just for fun, so there's no copyright infringement involved.

"The Legend of Huang Rong"

was actually my first attempt at writing an erotic novel, inspired by "The Return of the Condor Heroes." That novel was too graphic, so I modified it. After all, how could the female Zhuge Liang in Jin Yong's novels be like that? (This damn obsession with research!) So I made some changes. In erotic novels, it's always the man who manipulates the woman, so most of what I write is about the woman manipulating the man. Of course, it's not entirely about the woman manipulating the man. Modern erotic novels are like Japanese AVs; the adulterer just thrusts into the woman, and she passively accepts it. Damn it, that's so unscientific, it'll teach kids something.

I've already complained about the whole thing. My previous "Huang Rong"

story was too ambitious because it was my first time writing, and I couldn't handle it in the end, so I just uploaded it directly without even mentioning the title. But it was my first work, and I couldn't bear to give it up, so I picked up the subject again. That's why this story is now a pure action-packed piece. I have no interest in writing a TV series-like story; it's too risky. Meanwhile, in the battle of the Valley of Heartbreak, the demons were either dead or fled. Huang Rong, under the guise of Xiaolongnu, made a 16-year promise with Yang Guo. From then on, everyone parted ways at the Valley of Heartbreak. After their defeat at Xiangyang, the Mongol army quietly retreated to the north, licking their wounds in solitude, awaiting their next invasion. The Southern Song dynasty was thus preserved.

Back in Xiangyang, Guo Jing reflected that although his martial arts were high, they hadn't had much impact on the Mongol campaign. Reflecting on this painful experience, he decided to emulate Yue Fei's training of a strong army to fight against the Mongols.

So she went to her female strategist, Zhuge Liang, to discuss the matter. Huang Rong was utterly enamored with her husband, so although she was somewhat reluctant, she ultimately agreed to let Guo Jing move into the military camp to train the strong army. She also arranged for Zhu Ziliu to assist Guo Jing. Zhu Ziliu was the head of the four great guards of the Dali Kingdom, and was well-versed in poetry and literature and proficient in military strategy. Having him assist Guo Jing was just right. However, Huang Rong never expected that after the two teamed up, they would get along like fish in water, working enthusiastically in the military camp. It was quite similar to the feeling of Liu Houzhu's "I am so happy here that I do not miss Shu." This made things difficult for Huang Rong, who had just weaned her child.

It is well known that women are particularly prone to emotional fluctuations before and after childbirth, a truth that has remained unchanged for thousands of years. Huang Rong, as a woman, was no exception. However, Guo Jing had been taught from a young age to be loyal to the country and was not enthusiastic about such matters. He regarded sexual relations as merely a responsibility to continue the family line. Fortunately, with the birth of Guo Polu, Guo Jing was relieved of his concern about continuing the family line and began to focus wholeheartedly on his career. Although Huang Rong had some desires, the social environment at the time condemned women who made excessive demands in sexual matters as harlots, so Huang Rong did not speak up.

Previously, Huang Rong could endure the loneliness in her boudoir, but after her two children were weaned, she began to feel unwell. The reason was her milk supply. Huang Rong had plenty of milk, and before, because she had to feed her children every day, she didn't feel anything. But now that the children were weaned, her milk supply was still plentiful, and her breasts often became sore from engorgement. After subtly inquiring with others, she learned what a woman should do if she had too much milk after childbirth, so she took matters into her own hands. But this only made things harder for her. Huang Rong was at the age when women are most sexually active, and her body was extremely sensitive. Every day, after expressing milk, her delicate body would feel soft and supple, covered in fragrant sweat, and her legs would be sticky and slippery.

After several such incidents, Huang Rong could no longer bear it. Coupled with the sweltering summer heat, she felt an intense heat emanating from her body. Unfortunately, Guo Jing had been staying in the military camp for the past few days, and Huang Rong couldn't go in. She couldn't find a proper reason to call him home. In desperation, she decided to go out for a walk to clear her head and also to check on the situation of the Mongols. Huang Rong had always loved to travel in her youth, and now, on a whim, she acted immediately. She first sent someone to find Guo Jing and then began packing her bags. Upon hearing this, Guo Jing hesitated for a long time. Perhaps out of guilt for neglecting his wife these past few days, he readily agreed and asked if she needed anyone to accompany her. Huang Rong knew that even if someone did accompany her, it would likely be her disciple or daughter, and her husband would certainly not go. So she simply sighed and politely declined. Guo Jing, knowing this, didn't object. The target=_blank class=infotextkey>性若可郑暇棺约移拮釉诮弦彩峭堆铮膊慌掠腥丝?, so after standing there for a moment, she returned to the military camp to continue her unfinished work.

By the time Huang Rong finished tidying up, nearly half the day had passed. The sun was no longer as scorching as it was at midday, making it easier to walk. After dressing up slightly, Huang Rong came out of her boudoir, and a fair-skinned, handsome, and tall young man appeared before everyone, causing the Guo family members who came to see her off to marvel. Huang Rong had cultivated her divine skills for many years, and although she was nearly forty, she still looked like a young woman in her twenties. In addition, she was five feet six inches (168 cm) taller than the women of Jiangnan. Now, appearing in men's clothing, she was even more stunning.

After a tearful farewell to her family, Huang Rong didn't ride her own little red horse, but simply took a dwarf horse and headed north. ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Kaifeng Prefecture was originally the capital of the Song Dynasty, also known as Bianjing or Dongjing,

and was the most prosperous place in the land. Unfortunately, after the Jingkang Incident, the people of Bianjing either died or fled, and this once prosperous city declined. Although the Jin Dynasty later governed it, it could not conceal its decline. After the Mongols destroyed the Jin Dynasty, they used it as a bridgehead for their southward invasion. Therefore, when Huang Rong arrived in Kaifeng Prefecture, she saw a desolate scene.

After the Mongols retreated, they did not leave the city, nor did they fear an attack from the Song Dynasty. Therefore, Kaifeng Prefecture was slightly more populated than before. Walking on the wide Zhuque Avenue, looking at the desolate scene, Huang Rong couldn't help but feel silent. Although there were not many Mongols in the city, the Han Chinese people walking on the streets were still in a hurry. Only the rough and uncouth Jianghu men walked with their heads held high and swaggering around.

After finding a reasonably clean inn and having the innkeeper prepare ample provisions, Huang Rong found an inconspicuous corner, ordered a few dishes, and began to drink alone. At this moment, the discussion of a group of people eating in the lobby caught Huang Rong's attention. Listening carefully, she realized that this group of self-proclaimed chivalrous heroes had gone to cause trouble for the local garrison commander. This made Huang Rong's heart stir. She had come out partly to relax and partly to inquire about the true situation in Mongolia. The garrison commander of Kaifeng should know more about it. With this thought in mind, Huang Rong placed a small piece of silver on the table, got up, and left. Because she had altered her appearance when she entered the city, pretending to be an ordinary, simple man, no one noticed her departure.

Just after 7 PM that night, Huang Rong used her lightness skill to enter the residence of the garrison commander of Kaifeng Prefecture. The garrison commander's residence was originally the mansion of the treacherous prime minister Cai Jing. Although it was somewhat dilapidated, it covered a vast area. Entering for the first time, one felt like a headless fly. Fortunately, Huang Rong was clever. She had secretly captured a steward of the garrison commander's residence beforehand and used a soul-shifting technique to find out where the garrison commander lived. Now that she had entered the garrison commander's residence, she went straight to the garrison commander's residence.

—The garrison commander of Kaifeng was an Indian named Lubahe. He was originally a Brahmin priest from India, but later he attached himself to a Mongol nobleman who had entered India at that time. Relying on his magic tricks and profound yoga skills, he somehow became the garrison commander of Kaifeng, which greatly displeased the martial arts heroes. They couldn't defeat the Mongols, and even traitors were still Han Chinese, but what were the Indians? So, several times, people tried to assassinate Lubahe. Unfortunately, Lubahe himself was quite skilled, and the assassins were not experts either. Moreover, Lubahe usually kept a low profile, and experts didn't bother to cause him trouble. So, after a while, no one talked about the assassination anymore.

Unfortunately, Luba was unlucky enough to encounter Huang Rong. Huang Rong used her lightness skill and, after about half a cup of tea's time, finally found Luba. When she lifted the roof tile and looked inside, she saw a woman with a flushed face and a limp body. It turned out that the garrison commander of Kaifeng was about to consummate his marriage with his concubine. ---------------------------------------------------------------------- The garrison commander's room wasn't furnished like an ordinary house with a small hall, dressing table, and desk. The most conspicuous thing in the room was a huge, perfectly round bed resembling a lotus platform. Next to it were some strange sculptures and utensils. The unassuming, thin garrison commander was naked, manipulating a petite Han Chinese woman who was completely bound. Beside him, two Yi women, one black and one white, were entwined together, their four legs tightly intertwined, groping each other.

The heavy breathing, the sounds of impact, and the woman's desperate moans left Huang Rong, who was looking down from the roof, dumbfounded. Her heart pounded, and her long, beautiful legs unconsciously began to rub together. But after only a moment, Huang Rong suddenly awoke, feeling a swelling in her chest and a cool sensation between her thighs. This discovery filled Huang Rong with shame and anger. She stood up again, forcibly supporting her somewhat weak body, and used her jade palm to strike the tile beneath her feet. With a "smack," Huang Rong fell downwards.

"Who goes there?"

Luba was enjoying himself when a loud crash came from the roof. Forgetting his concubine, he dodged and saw a man in black descend from the sky. "You...are..." he began, but before he could finish, the man silently struck him with his palm. Luba, ignoring the concubine killed by the falling debris, bent over, his body curling up like a ball, and was pushed far away by the force of the blow.

"Eh?"

Huang Rong exclaimed softly at this strange martial art, her curiosity piqued. She attacked again, but Luba was like a slippery ball, impossible to touch. No matter how Huang Rong struck or grabbed him, she couldn't injure him. Seeing that she couldn't break through, Huang Rong stopped and stood still.

Seeing Huang Rong stop attacking, Luba stretched out his body, standing at a distance, looking at the audacious man who had silently and ruthlessly killed her. Upon seeing him, he saw his thieving eyes and his ugly face contorted into a grimace.

The assassin, though dressed as a man, possessed a captivating charm, clearly a stunning beauty. "Oh, it's you, beauty!" "You know me?"

Huang Rong was startled, glancing at Luba, but quickly lowered her eyes, her face flushing red.

"No, but we'll get to know each other after a little interaction,"

Luba said smugly, hands on his hips, swinging his long, snake-like penis.

"Insolence!"

Huang Rong, embarrassed and angry, swung her hand, but Luba easily dodged.

"Don't be like that, beauty, you can't kill me. Look at my kung fu, isn't it good? Want to train together?" Luba continued to entice her.

----------------------------------------------------------------------- "Train? How do we train?" Faced with Luba's provocation, Huang Rong suddenly became alluring, looking up at his old face.

"My beauty, I'll tell you after I seal your acupoints,"

Lubahe said cautiously, a hint of delight in his eyes at Huang Rong's alluring expression.

Huang Rong's pretty face remained unchanged; instead, she smiled sweetly and sealed her acupoints right in front of Lubahe, then walked towards him. As Huang Rong approached, Lubahe swiftly struck towards her dantian. Startled, Huang Rong initially tried to dodge, but seeing his lack of ruthlessness, she steadied herself. However, she noticed Lubahe stopped half an inch from her dantian; he had tricked her. "You're so annoying..." Huang Rong said, her mind at ease, deliberately using the soft, sweet voice of a woman from Jiangnan, her shyness at seeing a naked stranger only adding to her allure.

"My beauty, don't blame me for being overly cautious. It's just that you're too formidable, so I have to be careful." Seeing Huang Rong's face flushed with desire, Lubahe grinned lewdly and swung his lower body forward, reaching out to caress her pretty face

. Huang Rong dodged backward, but Lubahe didn't mind, simply taking the hairpin she was using to hold her hair in place. With the hairpin removed, Huang Rong's smooth, black hair cascaded down like a waterfall, reaching her waist. Paired with her flushed face, she looked even more captivating. Looking at this suddenly stunningly beautiful woman, even the seasoned Lubahe was momentarily stunned. Huang Rong quickly adjusted her mindset, regaining the cunning she had when she first entered the martial world. She smiled sweetly and said coquettishly, "What do you think of me, Lord Garrison Commander?" "Naturally, you're as beautiful as a fairy."

Lubahe was stunned again by Huang Rong's sudden change, replying unconsciously.

"But I find the garrison commander so vulgar and uncouth. How could he... and be so... naked... on our first meeting?" Huang Rong glanced seductively at Luba again, but this time her gaze was fixed on Luba's incredibly long, snake-like penis. However, a sudden shock struck her, and she cursed herself inwardly, trying to justify herself: "All of this is for that inexplicable evil technique." "Haha, beauty, don't be angry. Although I am vulgar and uncouth now, when you practice this divine skill with me later, I think this body is the best," Luba said with a lewd grin, reaching for Huang Rong's slender waist. Huang Rong was conflicted, which was why she didn't... "My martial arts technique is the most extraordinary skill in the world. I've heard that back then, the world's number one martial artist was vying for a Taoist divine skill. Compared to my divine skill, it's far inferior." "My lord, are you deceiving me?"

Huang Rong had just secretly resolved not to get entangled with this fellow and was preparing to kill him when she heard Lubahe's words. Her heart was filled with surprise, so she temporarily disregarded Lubahe's hand moving from her waist to her buttocks and hurriedly asked.

You should know that the allure of a divine skill to a martial artist is like the allure of the throne to a prince. Now, hearing that there is such a divine skill, Huang Rong disregarded everything else. In fact, this was Huang Rong's oversight, because the usually shrewd Huang Rong had not only lost the argument since she began to confront Lubahe, but also unknowingly had her innocent body taken advantage of by him.

"Why would we deceive a beauty? Although I have never seen that Taoist divine skill, it must take a long time to become a top master. My divine skill, on the other hand, is an ancient Indian tradition, said to have been passed down by the Ming King. It can make one a master quickly, and if one practices it to a high level, it is possible to attain immortality." Lubahe's hand had already reached for Huang Rong's buttocks. Upon touching them, he felt that they were incredibly soft and elastic, and he couldn't help but squeeze them hard.

"Ah..."

Luba's pinch startled Huang Rong, who was lost in thought. Her body went limp, and she almost collapsed to the ground. She had been celibate for a long time, and after watching so many erotic scenes, her body was already incredibly hot and aroused. After coming down, not only did she see the other man's terrifying body, but she was also captivated by his words. Unexpectedly, before she could even see the divine skill he had mentioned, he had repeatedly defiled her pure body with his back turned. Thinking of this, Huang Rong couldn't help but feel a pang of sadness. "Huang Rong, Huang Rong, you consider yourself the smartest person in the world besides your father, how could you be tricked by this Indian man with just a few words?" Thinking of this, she wanted to resist, but the heat from the man's hand on her buttocks and the surging heat in her body made her hesitate. Especially when she smelled the strange sandalwood scent on the man behind her, Huang Rong's face turned even redder.

"He's already taken advantage of me so much, it would be a waste if I didn't see that so-called divine skill. Huang Rong, Huang Rong, you must endure it. There's no one else here. Once we get the manual, we can just kill everyone who knows about it." Thinking this, Huang Rong felt reassured. As the daughter of the Eastern Heretic, killing people didn't put any psychological pressure on her.

"Since the beauty is so interested in our technique, let's take her to see it right away." Luba was very pleased with Huang Rong's submissiveness. He boldly slid his hand from her buttocks to her inner thigh. This action made Huang Rong grit her teeth and tense up. She completely forgot her previous self-consolation. Just as she was about to retaliate, Luba's hand suddenly slid back to Huang Rong's slender waist and hugged her. Without wearing pants, he swung his weapon between his legs and walked out.

Huang Rong was startled by Luba's sudden action, her body involuntarily relaxing as she half-slumped in his arms, half-carried out. As the door opened, a breeze blew in, sending a chill through her. But when she saw the scene outside, cold sweat broke out on her back.

Hundreds of warriors stood outside, armed with crossbows. Seeing their patriarch emerge with a woman in his arms, the warriors remained silent. The leader simply nodded respectfully to the patriarch before waving for the others to retreat. Luba ignored them, simply leading Huang Rong towards a nearby room. Seeing this, Huang Rong was puzzled and asked in a soft voice,

"I noticed...it seems those people..." She

paused, feigning a timid look as if remembering something, glancing at Luba.

"Those bastards! Hmph, sooner or later we'll make them wish they were dead!" Luba didn't respond to Huang Rong's words, only speaking harshly. Ignoring the thoughts of the woman in his arms, Lubach quickened his pace towards the house. In no time, he entered the room. From the outside, the house appeared to be only the size of a study, but unexpectedly, the interior was a completely different world. A strangely shaped Buddha stood there, and even more astonishingly, a woman was in the Buddha's arms, the two in a sexual position.

A tall figure was quietly meditating before this strange Buddha.

"This…"

Huang Rong asked, somewhat puzzled. The Buddha of Joy was… (The text abruptly ends here, likely due to an incomplete translation or source material.)

"Amitabha Buddha, this is Nanda Shiva, also known as the Joyful Buddha by you Han Chinese." The tall figure meditating before the Buddha stood up and turned around. It was a man with thick eyebrows, large eyes, and a tall stature. His long, flowing hair and a chest sculpted like marble accentuated his wild and unrestrained nature. This man wore only a thin layer of hemp cloth around his lower body, his thick legs bare, and he stood there with his arms crossed, as if possessed by an ancient war god.

"Batu, you bastard, what are you doing here?"

Lubah clearly recognized this man. A hint of fear flashed across his face as he withdrew his hand from Huang Rong's waist and stepped forward. His thin body looked even more sleazy standing next to the ancient war god-like man named Batu.

"Lubakh, the Nandika Shiva Sutra teaches us that the union of Yin and Yang is the key to turning adversity into prosperity, but you only know how to engage in sexual intercourse. This is not the right path, so don't continue down this wrong path," Batu's voice wasn't very loud, and it was hard to imagine that this tall man could speak so politely.

Huang Rong wasn't concerned with any of this at the moment. She only felt dizzy, her mind filled with lustful thoughts, and her lower body began to feel inexplicably empty. Her eyes kept glancing inexplicably at the man's genitals, which were covered by burlap.

"Damn it!"

The changes in her body made Huang Rong realize she had fallen into a trap. Having always treated precious elixirs like the Nine-Flower Jade Dew like candy, Huang Rong shouldn't have been subdued by such underhanded methods. However, this time she hadn't been poisoned by a poisonous substance, but rather by a poisonous one. It wasn't a poisonous substance, but rather a poisonous one. The drug, under the influence of the secret medicine, altered a woman's physiology and aroused her psychological desires. Huang Rong, already at the age of virility, and having given birth, had not engaged in sexual relations for a long time. When seduced by the secret medicine, she immediately fell for it. Her already sensitive body became even more sensitive. The friction between her swollen breasts and her outer clothes made her feel both stinging and itchy. She wished she could immediately tear off her clothes and relieve the itching and stinging in her breasts.

"Hmph, I now hold great power, how can I just go back with you as I please? Originally, it would have been fine if we had lived in peace. I didn't expect you to be so relentless. In that case, then you can die." Hearing this, Huang Rong forced herself to stay alert and looked ahead. She saw that the two of them had already started fighting. Their speed was unprecedented in the world. "Batu's martial arts are very powerful and unrestrained, just like my Jing-gege. I just wonder if he is as clueless about romance as Jing-gege." As she spoke, she didn't forget to glance at the other's burlap-wrapped lower body.

"Oh dear, why am I thinking about such embarrassing things? The most important thing is to get out of this place as soon as possible." He said this and tried to pull himself together to leave, but unexpectedly, the ground, which had been solid, suddenly cracked open during the fight between the two, swallowing the three of them before they could react. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- Okay, this is the first chapter. There's no explicit content; it's all setup. Actually, arranging Batu was difficult. Initially, he was supposed to be a soldier, but he was forced into bed by the horny Rong. However, that seemed too illogical, so I decided on this role. A monk and a woman...tsk tsk, very gossipy! As for why he's Indian, that's a story. You all know that while Indians aren't good at fighting, they're very skilled in bed. After all, back in the day, Brahmin nuns were like public toilets. So, I made Batu a student who studied in India. His variety is what keeps Rong's heart with him. This story is purely a smutty tale; I won't write too much. At most... There are two more chapters below, otherwise I'll just go straight to the gun, since there's a crackdown going on right now. The incident with that author of "The Charming Wife's Immortal Cultivation Chronicles" tells us that writing this kind of thing will get us investigated, so I don't dare write anything too long. I'm just a poor guy, I can't afford prostitutes, so I'll just write something for myself. But sharing is worse than doing it alone, so I'll just write this for now. This is today's, the rest will come slowly. As for "The Lin Family Chronicles," we'll have to wait. First, I had an inspiration, and second, I didn't have any erotic questions to use. I'm a lazy person, so I usually just borrow things when I write erotic questions. But this one is my pure original, no explicit content, just pure setup. Even those with low masturbation thresholds can still enjoy it, haha!

Huang Rong's Tale: Rise of the Phoenix (Part 2)

Author: jolin258 Published: 2014/04/1 on: Spring in the Courtyard --------------------------------------------------------------------- Huang Rong had a dream. In the dream, she seemed to have returned to her girlhood. At that time, she had not yet met Guo Jing, her father was not wandering around all year round, and the Old Urchin was still competing with her father on Peach Blossom Island. In her opinion, what was there to compete about? It was just a Nine Yin Manual!

When she reached the edge of Peach Blossom Island again, gazing at the familiar azure sea and sky, an inexplicable sense of joy welled up within her. Closing her eyes, she carefully felt the sea breeze caressing her face and the sound of the waves crashing against the shore. "How long has it been?" she asked herself. She had once vehemently disliked this place and longed for the outside world. But now, returning to her girlhood and standing here once more, she felt immense joy. The shackles that had long weighed on her heart were completely broken here. Opening her eyes and looking at everything around her, she suddenly stripped off her clothes, unconcerned about exposing her delicate and beautiful body. Then, like a child, she laughed and jumped into the water, swimming freely like a lively little fish.

The cool seawater enveloped her graceful form. In this moment, she forgot her beloved Jing-gege, her children, and her past. In this moment, she was herself—the carefree little princess of Peach Blossom Island—Huang Rong.

After swimming for an unknown amount of time, Huang Rong finally surfaced. She could no longer see Peach Blossom Island, but this didn't frighten her. She was Huang Rong, the little princess of Peach Blossom Island, a water sprite. Floating on the water, she looked left and right, then swam in one direction. Soon, she saw the shadow of an island, clearly not Peach Blossom Island. However, this didn't stop Huang Rong's curiosity. She slowly approached the shore, found a patch of overgrown weeds, and stopped. She secretly poked her head out of the water and peered towards the shore.

Her eyes widened, and she couldn't bear to look away.

On a small, flat patch of land on the shore, on a flat stone the size of a bed, lay a tall man, resembling an ancient war god. The man's body was sharply defined, as if sculpted from marble, and between his thick legs was a long, erect penis pointing straight to the sky.

"That's a man's penis,"

a sudden thought flashed through Huang Rong's mind, startling her.

Suddenly jolted awake, she realized she had somehow found herself on the shore, sitting beside a man who resembled an ancient war god. His spear-like penis was less than half a foot away, its thick, infantile-arm-like shape now appearing menacingly menacing, making Huang Rong's mouth inexplicably dry.

"This man's penis is much bigger than Brother Jing's... Hmm, Brother Jing?" Startled awake, Huang Rong looked at the man again, only to find his face veiled in mist. "This is a dream," Huang Rong asked herself hesitantly, looking at the unfamiliar male body before her, while pinching herself hard with her right hand.

"It really is a dream."

The lack of pain allowed Huang Rong to completely relax. "But why does this dream feel so real?" Looking at the incredibly real, pillar-like penis before her, she answered her question firmly in her heart, while her right hand, as if to prove something, reached for the unfamiliar penis.

"Hmm..."

As soon as Huang Rong's right hand touched the man's penis, she quickly withdrew it and stared at her right hand. The real touch made her momentarily lose her senses. Staring blankly at the still hard and erect penis, Huang Rong suddenly felt an unusual emptiness. That emptiness made her mouth dry again, and her originally clear eyes became hazy again.

"This is a dream,"

Huang Rong thought, as if trying to justify herself. Her right hand trembled again as she reached for the erect penis, grasping it. For some reason, when her hand finally touched it, she felt a small surge of excitement. Carefully feeling the texture of the object in her hand, she discovered it was so large, hard, and real, and even a little hot. At that moment, her breathing became heavy, her full breasts rising and falling with her gasps. Her legs, which had been pressed together, slowly rubbed together, then stiffened, and then began to convulse. With a seductive low moan, a clear liquid flowed from between her legs. The moment she grasped it, she experienced a brief orgasm.

"Ah!"

The brief orgasm seemed to drain all her strength. She slumped between the man's legs, a suggestive scent filling her nostrils. The brief pleasure didn't calm her; instead, it made her feel even more empty. "No, I can't betray Brother Jing," Huang Rong thought silently, looking at the still menacing object.

"But this is a dream,"

Huang Rong's jade-like hand had unconsciously slid down her thigh towards her private parts. Where her hand touched, there was already a watery expanse. The moment her fingertips touched her labia, a tingling itch from the depths of her heart instantly spread throughout her body, causing her to let out a muffled groan. At the same time, her right hand couldn't help but stroke the hard penis.

"Ugh... um..."

The heat in her hand and the sensation below made Huang Rong's lips part slightly, and she let out a suppressed moan. In no time, she was drenched in fragrant sweat, her full breasts rising and falling rapidly with her heavy breathing.

"It feels so bad..."

This action, while offering some solace, did not fundamentally quell the desire within her; instead, it intensified her lust. After a brief moment of frenzy, she couldn't help but stop, turning her head to look at the object in her hand. She knew that if she wanted, she could insert this hard object into her body at any time and taste that intoxicating pleasure. Thinking of this

, Huang Rong felt her mouth go dry and her body throb with desire. It had been a very long time since she had made love with her husband.

"What are you thinking? Having such a lewd dream is already inappropriate, how can you still be in this dream..." Thinking of this, Huang Rong shook her head in self-reproach.

"But it's so uncomfortable, it's just a dream anyway."

Her fair skin was flushed red, like a fried shrimp, and her elegant and noble face was also burning with desire. Fragrant sweat slowly slid down her smooth and shiny skin, then dripped to the ground with a "plop" and shattered.

It was so unbearable to hold back. In an instant, Huang Rong lost her composure. She gritted her teeth and, as if possessed, flipped herself onto the horse, actually riding on this man's body.

She had been naked while swimming, and now, sitting on this strange man, she felt as if her smooth, hairless lower body was sitting on a rough stone. The indescribable feeling made her heart flutter, her head buzzing... She couldn't help but sway her plump buttocks, her wet vulva rubbing back and forth against the man's belly.

"Mmm..."

Her smooth lower body slid against his rough skin, and a wave of pleasure surged through her body like an electric current, causing her to tremble and moan. In no time, her juices had made the man's belly sticky and slippery. As her movements became more and more intense, his hard, enormous penis inadvertently poked against her plump buttocks. The hot glans brushed against her sticky cleft, and Huang Rong felt her blood rush to her head. The dizziness brought on by the shyness of being touched in her private parts by a strange man caused her full body to fall backward at that moment, her round buttocks pressing tightly against that hot, huge penis.

"Ah!"

The sudden contact startled Huang Rong, making her flustered. She struggled to support her delicate body, then limply leaned forward onto the man, letting out a seductive moan. Her full breasts pressed against the man's chest, squeezing into two round balls of flesh that rolled around, while her buttocks arched upwards. Her wet vulva met the thick penis, her soft labia clinging to the hot shaft, causing her to tremble again and moan involuntarily. The unfamiliar yet stimulating pleasure of being in contact with a stranger's genitals made her sensitive body tremble once more, and a large amount of clear fluid gushed from her lower body.

The unbearable heat and emptiness in her lower body made it impossible for her to endure any longer. "This is a dream, it's a dream," she thought, seemingly finding an excuse to stop her suffering. Huang Rong pushed herself up with both hands, her flowing hair billowing back as her voluptuous body straightened. She panted as she straddled the man again, her two full, perky breasts swaying heavily.

Looking up at the man's face shrouded in mist, Huang Rong's conflicted heart calmed slightly. "This is a dream," she told herself again. Then, she braced herself against the man's hard chest, her plump buttocks sliding up his thick, long penis. The penis, wet with her own fluids, was incredibly slippery. Soon, it touched the large tip. The moment their genitals made contact, Huang Rong couldn't help but tremble. A surge of intense pleasure washed over her, and a clear stream of love fluid involuntarily gushed from her vulva.

Her tender, moist labia seemed to be parched with thirst. The moment they touched the large glans, they contracted and relaxed repeatedly, as if trying to swallow the entire penis. Huang Rong's entire body turned red and she felt unbearably hot. Unable to endure it any longer, she pressed her plump buttocks down involuntarily... "Oh..." Huang Rong's eyebrows furrowed. She felt her labia being stretched open by an incredibly thick and hard object. The sensation, like a silver bottle suddenly shattering, almost made her cry out.

"So powerful!"

The burning, tight sensation in her lower body made her suppress her throbbing. She dared not press her plump buttocks down any further, but the ecstatic tingling made her restless. Unable to resist the restlessness in her body, she finally couldn't help but gently sway her plump buttocks. Afraid of tearing her honeyed place, Huang Rong could only use the glans embedded in her vagina as an axis, twisting her plump buttocks back and forth. But after a few times, the burning pleasure in her lower body made her feel a vague emptiness. The intense desire made her feel that waiting even a moment longer would be torture.

"I can't take it anymore..."

Huang Rong longingly tilted her head back, her full and firm breasts rising high, her plump buttocks falling heavily... "Ah..." With a long and satisfied groan, a slippery and hot penetration sensation came strongly, as if a long spear had pierced her body. In an instant, the hot and huge penis had deeply penetrated her honeyed cave filled with love juice.

A wave of overwhelming pleasure washed over her entire body. Her brows furrowed, her beautiful eyes closed slightly, and tears of joy streamed down her face. Her sensual lips formed an "O" shape as she let out a long sigh. This long-awaited swelling sensation made Huang Rong feel as if her body had been cleaved in two by this enormous penis.

In an instant, Huang Rong's brows furrowed, her body straightening. That penis, several times larger than Jing-gege's, finally filled her honeyed desire. How wonderful it was to be penetrated by something so large, reaching her uterus and churning endlessly! At this moment, she stopped thinking, unknowingly sinking into the abyss of desire.

A tingling, numb, itchy, and sour sensation spread through her private parts, accompanied by the throbbing of the hot, thick penis, penetrating her body and reaching her core, instantly filling the emptiness within this beautiful young woman. She gasped and moaned rapidly

, her cries soft and sweet, seemingly resisting yet accepting the wet, slippery penis that had entered her beautiful passage.

Huang Rong gripped the man's chest muscles tightly with both hands, her face held high, her pearly white teeth biting down on a tuft of her long hair. Tears streamed down her face along with the pain and the strange pleasure of the hard object penetrating her, and she let out muffled groans from time to time.

After the initial, primal pain subsided, the intense pleasure of being tightly filled made her arch her back, reaching behind her to hold onto the man's thick thighs. Supporting her voluptuous body, she arched backward, panting as her plump buttocks rose and fell gently. One thrust, two thrusts—the friction between his penis and her intimate parts caused a turbulent surge within her, her body overflowing with arousal.

At this moment, Huang Rong straddled the man like a rider on her beloved little red horse, her hands on his chest, her plump buttocks rising and falling, her lustrous hair cascading like a waterfall, her proud, erect breasts swinging wildly, making a series of lewd "smack! smack!" sounds as they hit her delicate, white breasts.

A seductive moan escaped from her cherry-like lips, each rise and fall bringing her new sensations. "Oh... it's hitting the spot... again... faster... ah..." A string of lewd words she had never uttered before came from Huang Rong's mouth. She had forgotten everything, shouting incoherently. Each act of physical intercourse made her moan softly. Beads of fragrant sweat slid down her rosy cheeks, and a captivating blush rose on her body. Her tight labia gripped the man's enormous penis, and nectar splattered at their point of contact, dripping down his thick penis and onto her crotch.

After about a thousand frantic thrusts, Huang Rong finally reached the edge of climax. The pleasure she felt from making love with a strange man was something she had never experienced before. With a long, delicate cry, her snow-white body trembled and spasmed. Her shapely, long legs tightly gripped the man's waist, her slender, pink toes curled and stiffened, and the fleshy walls inside her flower path continuously tightened and sucked at the large glans.

Suddenly, her whole body shuddered, her head tilted back, and her long, beautiful hair flew backward. In that instant, she finally experienced the extreme pleasure that made her feel like she was dying of ecstasy.

"Ah..."

Before the ecstasy had subsided, Huang Rong felt streams of scalding semen violently pounding against her uterus, so hot that she couldn't help but cry out. She lay weakly on the man's body, feeling the hot, sticky semen constantly washing over her. Huang Rong's mind began to drift, and her consciousness slowly sluggish. The beautiful woman, who had just experienced ecstasy, held the man beneath her tightly, sinking into the deepest part of her consciousness.

---------------------------------------------------------------------- Regarding how the female strategist would have an affair, it's actually quite difficult to write. In reality, it's impossible for her to have an affair [the whole story] unless she wanted to. Therefore, the earlier setting of the female strategist being sexually frustrated feels very realistic. After all, no matter how capable she is, she's still a woman, and it would be difficult for her to actively have an affair. I recently reread *The Distant Visitor*, and I found the dream element quite appealing. Since the earlier setting involved the female strategist falling for a trap, having a wet dream is perfect. Having an affair in a dream shouldn't have too much psychological burden, since it's just a dream. Therefore, Huang Rong's affair is quite logical, and the following parts are more logical, aren't they?

The later erotic descriptions are taken from Shangguan's *The Smiling, Proud Wanderer*. I've edited and added some parts to create the erotic descriptions in this story. Please don't be offended; this is purely for my own amusement, not for making money or anything. As long as it's enjoyable [the whole story], that's all that matters. This is part 2; there's another one.

Huang Rong's Legend: Phoenix Rises in the Martial World (Part 2)

---------------------------------------------------------------- Layer upon layer of mountains cling to the Wei River, green peaks pierce the distant sky.

The sun rises over the red-capped ridges, and the green mist gathers in the rocks.

The layered pines seem like night in the morning, and the glaze is incomplete, yet seemingly complete.

Zhongnan Mountain, known as the ancestral home of Taoism in the north, is a place where the mountains rise and fall, shrouded in mist and clouds, a testament to the divine craftsmanship of nature.

A hundred miles away from this Taoist ancestral home lies another secluded path, where layer upon layer of mountains rise, shrouded in mist and clouds, a testament to the divine craftsmanship of nature.

The mountains were filled with the sounds of birds and animals, and the air was thick with poisonous miasma. The mountain path was so steep that it made people hesitate to go any further. But in this desolate place, a woman dressed in only a small garment leaned against the railing and looked out. Her eyes revealed a deep melancholy, like a goddess from Mount Wu, making people feel sorry for her.

This was a place built on a cliff. A beautiful woman stood alone, her naked body clad only in a light-colored, elegant apron. From the side of her apron embroidered with white peonies, one could clearly see her soft breasts peeking out from the gap. Following her back and waist, which were without an ounce of excess fat, one could see her pert, rounded, and smooth private parts. Unfortunately, this woman, who was as beautiful as a goddess of Wushan, was staring blankly at the scenery outside. Her graceful body trembled unconsciously, and her slender legs moved gracefully back and forth with her trembling, not caring at all that her beautiful body was exposed in this remote mountain wilderness.

At this moment, a man slowly approached, then bent down, his lips moving in a passionate kiss along her undulating hips. He then kissed his way up to her smooth, long neck, before reaching out with his strong arms to tightly embrace her slender waist, pressing his lower body against her firm, fleshy buttocks. His hands slipped from behind her waist, reaching into her bra and grasping her soft breasts.

The woman didn't react to the man's audacity; her eyebrows remained slightly furrowed, her red lips pursed, but her beautiful eyes held a flicker of lightness, a hint of annoyance and a touch of shyness.

The man seemed completely unconcerned, continuing to press against her back, gently biting her small earlobe, and occasionally rubbing his thick, long penis against her firm buttocks. His dark shaft grew increasingly wet and glistening with each movement. Under this unrestrained teasing, the woman, who had been like a jade statue, finally responded.

"No… um… I…"

Because the man was pressed so close, Huang Rong could only turn her head away, her eyes revealing shyness, melancholy, and a hint of weakness. Her graceful body began to sway gently under the man's advances, and her fair skin gradually flushed red.

"Why not! Can't this humble monk make the female bodhisattva happy anymore!" The man's tone was very calm, as if he were talking about something insignificant. But to Huang Rong, this calm tone was like a thunderbolt in a clear sky, and her thoughts couldn't help but turn to the scene when she woke up a month ago.

When Huang Rong fell asleep peacefully, believing she had experienced a vivid and unforgettable erotic dream, she had no idea that it was not a dream, but reality. The scene in the Tibetan martial arts world was completely different from what she had imagined. Huang Rong then fell into Luba's trap, falling under the influence of a kind of hypnotic incense from the Brahmin tradition of India. This incense didn't actually cause much harm, but it had a unique characteristic: it could amplify a person's desires without limit. Luba's long-term maneuvering with Huang Rong was essentially nothing more than using hypnosis to constantly suggest things to her.

Unfortunately, despite all his careful planning, his junior brother Batu arrived in Kaifeng at that time and tried to capture him. After a fierce battle, the two fell into an underground river. Perhaps it was because the heavens could no longer bear to see Luba's evil deeds over the years, but in this underground waterway full of reefs, Batu and Huang Rong were swept by the water all the way to the Qinling Mountains, while Luba crashed into a reef and inexplicably became a wronged soul in the water.

Everything else fell into place naturally. Given Huang Rong's temperament, although she would have been incredibly remorseful afterward, she would have simply treated it as a fleeting dream. After disposing of the body and erasing the evidence, she would still be the renowned female strategist. However, upon waking, Huang Rong was shocked to discover she had lost all her martial arts skills. This discovery left her utterly dumbfounded. Those without martial arts skills can never understand the feeling of a master martial artist losing their abilities. Although Huang Rong disliked martial arts in her youth, she increasingly appreciated its wonders as she grew older, such as the ability to maintain youth. Unfortunately, the loss of her martial arts skills now truly broke her heart, leaving her in utter despair.

Meanwhile, Batu, who awoke shortly after, saw the woman on top of him, her face filled with despair, and the狰狞 (zhengning, meaning ferocious or hideous) mass still buried deep within her body. Everything became clear.

"Please, my lady, do not take your own life."

Seeing the woman's face showing a desire to die, Batu quickly straightened up. With a ferocious thrust of his lower body, he aroused Huang Rong, who had been filled with despair, to let out a groan.

"You...you lecherous monk, you've ruined my purity...I...I'll take you down with me..." Huang Rong had assumed the monk was dead, but to her surprise, he was still alive and kicking, igniting her fury and the thought of dying with him.

"Wait, sir. The body is but a shell, and besides, you can't kill me now. How about we settle things after you recover your strength?" Looking at the agitated woman, Batu said repeatedly, feeling a pleasant sensation in his lower body from her vigorous movements.

"Hmph...what you say is true..."

Hearing the good news, Huang Rong disregarded his ferocity and asked repeatedly, her flushed face radiating an alluring charm that aroused any man's lust!

"A monk does not lie. Female benefactor... all your martial arts have been lost because of the technique I practiced. If you also practice this technique, and then perform this... this union with me, then... then you can regain your power..." Upon hearing

the word "union," Badu blushed deeply and stammered.

"There's hope of regaining power?"

Hearing this, Huang Rong's eyes lit up, her suicidal thoughts vanishing instantly. But then she remembered the monk's method for regaining power, and her pretty face flushed red. Looking at this seemingly ancient war god but actually a simple young monk, she spat, "What a lewd monk!" Then she couldn't help but giggle

, leaving the tall and mighty Badu, who resembled an ancient war god, blushing deeply and hanging his head in silence.

In fact, Huang Rong's desire to die was not because she had lost her virginity. She had been kept away from sexual matters since childhood, and such things were naturally irrelevant to her. Moreover, her cynical father would never have allowed her to learn the traditional virtues of women. It was only after she married that she began to cook with her own hands, letting go of her past life and peacefully becoming a wife to her husband.

So although she was somewhat annoyed to discover she had lost her virginity, she wasn't quite at the level of being a complete idiot. However, the complete loss of her martial arts skills was something she truly couldn't accept. In chaotic times, especially for women, profound internal energy was truly the only way to protect themselves. So, if she lost her body, so be it. At worst, she could kill the lecherous man who had taken her virginity, and then naturally no one would know. But if she lost her martial arts skills, she would truly have no way to survive. She should know that the world of martial arts was far more cruel than the world of ordinary people.

Thinking of this, Huang Rong no longer had any thoughts of dying. Suppressing her pleasure, she withdrew the monk's ferocious member from her body and held it in her hand. She felt a warmth in her hand and resisted the urge to look down. Instead, she leaned closer to Batu, her breath sweet as orchids, and said, "Little Master, what is your name?" Batu, born and raised in the Tibetan border region, had practiced the "Nandiji Shiva Sutra" but was simple-minded and had never seen anything like this before. He only felt the fragrant aroma and stammered, "This...this humble monk, from the Tibetan border...Tibetan Tantric Buddhism...Batu." "What you said earlier about restoring power through intercourse, little master, is that true?" Huang Rong's words were exceptionally gentle and tender, sounding to Batu like the sweet chirping of a nightingale.

He felt a surge of heat throughout his body, and his face flushed. Seeing his aroused state and the increasingly large, ferocious member in her hand, Huang Rong felt a deep contempt.

Despite her inward contempt, her stunningly beautiful face radiated even more allure, her eyes sparkling.

Her slender, jade-like hands continued to knead and rub the man's grotesque member.

With this movement of Huang Rong's hand, Batu shuddered, his heart pounding as if struck by a heavy object. His body stiffened instantly, and he dared not utter a word, merely turning his head to one side, his gaze shifting erratically.

Huang Rong chuckled inwardly at this sight, then withdrew her grip on the man's grotesque member. Her slender, graceful body now straddled his waist, suppressing the intense pleasure from the burning heat between her legs. Her right hand hooked around his neck, pulling his head back, her eyes brimming with desire, a smile playing on her lips as she gazed at him.

The moment Batu's almond-shaped eyes met Huang Rong's, he immediately closed them in fear.

"What? Little Master, don't you want to look at me?"

Their faces were less than a foot apart. Huang Rong's breath, sweet as orchids and musk, brushed against Batu's face. Her hot, soft body pressed against his churning belly, making Batu restless. His face contorted with a more feminine embarrassment than a woman's.

This embarrassment on the face of this war god-like man was undeniably endearing. Suddenly, Huang Rong, overcome with maternal instinct, pressed her delicate, pink face against his rough, sweaty face, gently kneading it. Her beautiful, fragrant lips pressed against his full lips, lightly sucking.

This only made Batu more restless. Feeling the incredibly full, soft breasts against his chest, Batu couldn't escape and could only awkwardly and forcefully respond to the woman's teasing.

In response to Batu's reaction, Huang Rong simply tilted her head slightly, revealing her smooth chin.

After all, she wasn't genuinely interested in intimacy with Batu, and she felt some resistance to his clumsy and rough kisses. However, her desire to restore her strength made her obediently endure it.

Thinking of this, she straightened her jade legs, tightly clamping them around his thick, long, and menacing member, slowly wriggling. She lowered her eyes and saw that it was like a towering jade pillar. Remembering that this thing had once penetrated her most intimate place, she couldn't help but feel a surge of lust, and a seductive moan escaped her red lips.

Then, her thin lips parted, and she didn't think about those troubling matters, but simply kissed Batu's busy mouth. Batu, as if by instinct, sent his tongue into her fragrant, smooth mouth and stirred it around, while his hands couldn't help but tightly embrace and knead her slender, soft, willow-like waist.

His large, fan-like hands frequently brushed against the woman's full breasts. Huang Rong grabbed the large hand that was rubbing against her waist and pressed it against her own heaving breasts. This was the first time Ba Du had been so close to a woman. He felt the woman's soft, round, and full breasts under his palms, her skin extremely smooth. The pointed nipples on her high breasts had already become somewhat hard and trembled slightly with the rise and fall of her chest. Provoking him, he couldn't help but grab and knead those firm and smooth breasts.

"Ah..."

Huang Rong couldn't help but moan softly at his rough actions. She grabbed Batu's hand and whispered reproachfully, "Little monk...don't be so impatient...wouldn't it be better to be gentler..." Hearing this, Batu blushed crimson with embarrassment and opened his mouth to speak, but unexpectedly, a loud mountain song drifted from afar, startling him so much that he froze again, exclaiming, "This...what should we do..." Huang Rong, now aroused and her own private parts were already wet, remained unhurried... She reached out her smooth palm and gently stroked Batu's face, her voice still sweet and intoxicating as she said, "Little monk, don't panic. Pick me up and we'll leave this place." Upon hearing this, Batu hurriedly picked up Huang Rong and rushed off to the other side. He was already highly skilled in martial arts, and even carrying someone, he moved with incredible speed. After traveling for the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, he discovered a hot spring. The hot spring was located in a deserted area for miles around, shrouded in mist, making it a truly wonderful place.

Seeing this, Huang Rong rested her head on Batu's shoulder and said softly, her breath sweet as orchids, "Little monk, this place is very nice. Let's stop here." As she spoke, she extended her smooth, slender tongue and licked his earlobe. Batu's desire was aroused again by her touch. He held the woman's soft, boneless, delicate, and hot body in his arms and murmured, "My lady... I... I..." Seeing him stammer, Huang Rong chuckled and said, "Carry me to that big rock over there." Batu carried the beauty to a large rock in the middle of the hot spring. The rock was dark and round like a plate. He was about to gently put the lady down when Huang Rong jumped out of his arms first and pushed him with both hands, causing him to fall onto the round rock.

Then, with a light leap, she took the initiative and pressed herself against him, saying with a charming smile, "This place is excellent, let's do what we haven't done yet." Before she finished speaking, her hand moved with lightning speed, caressing Batu's broad and muscular chest, making Batu's handsome face turn red, and he stammered, "This... female benefactor... this humble monk... ooh..." Huang Rong didn't wait for him to finish speaking, but stretched out her fragrant lips and gently kissed Batu's eyes and nose, saying in a charming voice with intoxicating eyes, "Today, I want to discuss Buddhism with you, Master. I wonder if you would be willing to grant my request..." As she spoke, she lowered her head slightly, opened her lips and kissed Batu's thick lips, her fragrant and slender tongue exploring his mouth, while her left hand slid down his hard chest and between his legs, grasping his unusually large penis.

Batu awkwardly responded to the woman's demands, feeling the tight pressure of her full, rounded breasts, and even more so, the way her soft, delicate hands were gripping his manhood between his legs.

As her hands moved lightly, he felt his breath catch in his throat, a nameless surge of desire rising in his lower abdomen. His hands involuntarily wandered over her smooth, delicate shoulders, then slid down to grasp and knead her firm, full breasts.

Huang Rong, aroused by Batu's intense caresses, felt her breathing quicken. Stimulated by her fingers, a sticky fluid had seeped from the tip of Batu's penis, soon coating her palms.

Badu's lower body was burning with desire from her touch, and he couldn't help but let out a soft moan. His thick penis began to thrust unconsciously in Huang Rong's hands. Huang Rong, at this moment, was also panting heavily from his actions, and said in a sweet voice, "Little monk, don't understand, let me do it..." As she spoke, she used the method she had learned from chatting with the old woman, moving the penis she had been holding in her hand to her face, examining it closely.

She saw that the penis was as thick as a baby's forearm, with bulging and twisted veins all over it. The large, round glans, as big as an egg, was shiny with oil, and the foreskin below the glans was thick and angular.

The sight captivated her, her heart fluttering. Her gaze drifted as she leaned closer, her scarlet, fragrant lips kissing the large, firm glans. Then, her lips parted like flower petals, her slender, soft tongue tracing the shaft from bottom to top.

A strong masculine scent filled her nostrils, eliciting a soft "Ah!" She then parted her lips, taking the large, round, deep purple glans into her mouth, her nimble, snake-like tongue tracing the edges of the massive head. The

tingling sensation in her lower body caused her legs to straighten, her back arching, and her breathing to become rapid and labored, like a bull panting.

Huang Rong tightened her cheeks, sucking on Ba Du's large, round glans, gradually pressing down to take more of the thick, hard penis into her mouth. However, before the shaft was even halfway inside, it completely filled her mouth.

Although Huang Rong was shocked by its size, her competitive spirit compelled her to press her head down further.

At the same time, her soft, smooth, white hands rubbed the swollen testicles beneath the penis.

Batu couldn't bear such a scene. He hurriedly sat up, stretched out his rough hands, and pressed them against Huang Rong's smooth, soft, and tender white back, trying to help her up. He gasped and stammered, "Please, benefactor... bodhisattva... have mercy... this humble monk... this humble monk... is in so much pain... bodhisattva... what... what should I do..." Huang Rong ultimately couldn't take the man's huge [full text] into her mouth. She couldn't help but sigh softly, but seeing Batu begging for mercy, she couldn't help but laugh triumphantly.

She stopped teasing the naive young monk from the Western Regions and simply sat back in front of Batu's legs, her long, slender, white legs spread wide like a frog's hind legs, revealing her alluring, delicate, slightly raised vulva. Her thin labia parted like a peach blossom in early bloom, revealing the moist flesh inside, and a tiny bud, the size of a grain of rice, nestled at the junction of her labia.

"Come... little monk... since that's the case, why don't I help you escape this sea of suffering..." Huang Rong called out in a tender, affectionate voice. Batu stared in disbelief, rising to his knees, at a loss for what to do.

Huang Rong, however, was about to completely indulge herself and no longer cared about anything. She bent her fair arm back and used her delicate hand, which was holding Batu's penis, to pull him to her lower abdomen. Her long, shapely legs wrapped around Batu's thick waist, and one of her jade hands lovingly hooked his broad shoulder. The hand that was holding his thick and strong penis slowly slid and pulled it toward her wet and slippery honey hole.

The entire process gave Huang Rong a sense of exhilaration, as if she had everything under control. Guided by her slender hands, Batu's large, round glans finally pressed against the entrance to her paradise. As the tip of his glans parted the thin labia of her vulva, Huang Rong wrapped her arms around Batu's sweaty bald head and neck, slowly tightening her tender legs wrapped around his waist. She called out in a seductive voice, "Quickly put your thing in..." Taking advantage of the force of the woman's tightening legs, Batu, in a daze, thrust his waist forward, feeling his thick member enter a warm and soft cave.

"Mmm... Ah..."

A familiar feeling surged into her heart, and Huang Rong couldn't help but let out a soft cry. Her tender and narrow vulva was sore and swollen from this intrusion. Her face flushed with desire, and her brows furrowed.

Seeing her pained expression, Batu stopped moving. He was about to ask her something when Huang Rong playfully scolded him, "Silly boy...why did you stop..." Without waiting for a reply, she moved her plump, white buttocks upwards to meet his.

Batu felt the woman's wet, hot vagina, the tender flesh around the walls tightly gripping his penis. The sensation was incredibly pleasurable, just like before. Without warning, he thrust his hips forward slightly, and with a "plop," his entire penis was inserted more than halfway.

"Ouch...little monk...be gentle...a little..." Although it wasn't her first time, she had been half-asleep then, but now she was fully awake. So, the sudden intrusion caused Huang Rong to furrow her brows slightly, her arms tightly wrapped around his neck, whispering softly in his ear.

Batu, no longer displaying his former ferocity, stammered, "Please... Bodhisattva, don't blame me... This humble monk... This humble monk... I didn't..." Perhaps suddenly recalling the events of the dream, he stammered again.

Huang Rong, understanding his meaning, couldn't help but

chuckle softly. Then, without looking at the increasingly embarrassed Batu, she whispered sweetly, "You... you're such a silly monk. Your thing is so big, and mine is so small... You... you shouldn't use force yet. Wait... wait until I gradually get used to it, then you... you can use more force." Hearing this, Batu remained silent, only his embarrassment slightly easing. Seeing this, Huang Rong didn't say anything more, but gently twisted her soft, slender waist to match the thrusting of his penis.

After several attempts, Batu finally grasped the secret and pleasure of it. He began to thrust his thick, heavy member into her tender, tight honey hole with each sway of her body. Each thrust almost completely disappeared into that wet, secluded valley. This action made Huang Rong's delicate body tremble, waves of red flush rising to her charming and beautiful cheeks, her eyes glistening with desire.

"Hmph... little monk... you're making me feel so good... ah..." Huang Rong's pretty face was flushed as Batu pressed her down. Her long, soft thighs were spread wide, her knees bent close to her trembling, round breasts. Her arms supported her body with her elbows, her soft, slender waist arched upwards, and her round, firm buttocks thrust upwards in response.

Batu remained silent, only silently thrusting his thick member into the woman's hot, moist paradise. The delicate flesh within felt like countless tiny hands constantly rubbing and squeezing his penis. Deep within that paradise, a protruding round piece of flesh seemed to have a small mouth, constantly sucking and biting his large glans, causing waves of nameless tingling in his lower abdomen.

In no time, Huang Rong was rendered pale by Batu's deep and powerful thrusts, her lower body feeling numb and tingling. She felt as if the already thick and strong treasure inside her had grown even larger. With each thrust, the large, round glans of his penis pounded heavily against her tender uterus, as if trying to pierce through her body. A trickle of fluid flowed from deep within her honeyed orifice, making a melodious "splash...splash" sound with each thrust.

Huang Rong tilted her head back, no longer thinking about whether she could regain her martial arts skills. She was simply lost in a passionate kiss on Batu's rough face and chin, moaning loudly, "Little monk... hurry and give it to me... I... ah... oh... I can't take it anymore... oh... ah ah..." Batu remained silent, only lowering his head and kissing the woman's luscious red lips with frenzied passion, panting as if in a dream, "This humble monk... is also feeling sore and uncomfortable... female bodhisattva... oh oh... please save me..." His strong arms tightly embraced Huang Rong's smooth, soft body, one hand roughly kneading her snow-white, soft, full, and round breasts, while his waist moved faster, his hard, thick penis rapidly entering and exiting her wet, burning honey pot.

After hundreds of thrusts, Batu felt a torrent surge from his lower body into his thick, long member. He then felt a tingling, trembling sensation in his waist, and the torrent shot out from the head of his penis.

Huang Rong, also at the peak of desire, no longer considered the possibility of pregnancy. She simply wrapped her arms tightly around Batu's back, her legs tightly entwined around his rapidly moving hips, her slender waist thrusting upwards to meet his movements. Then, she felt a gush of hot, sticky fluid suddenly erupt from the tip of his trembling penis, pouring onto her tender uterus. The heat washed over her, making her lower limbs go numb and tingling. The heat made her forget all restraint, and she began to moan and groan loudly.

Batu was also overjoyed, experiencing a comfort he had never known before. His tense body relaxed, and he lay on the woman's soft body for a long time, unwilling to get down...

The phrase "eating bones to know marrow" perfectly describes Huang Rong's situation. Huang Rong originally thought that she would kill Batu after regaining her strength, so when she was intimate with Batu, she often disregarded human etiquette and acted on impulse. But a plan is always just a plan. Even though Huang Rong was incredibly intelligent, she still made a mistake. In this plan, she ignored her own feelings, and it was precisely because of these feelings that her plan failed. She fell in love with this intense pleasure, so even after she regained her strength, she did not leave, only deceiving herself with the excuse that her strength was increasing every day.

Batu was like a cat that had smelled blood, pestering Huang Rong every day, demanding more. For this Tibetan Buddhist disciple who was about the same age as her son, Huang Rong repeatedly told herself, "This is the last time," but she could never bring herself to leave.

Feeling the strong body suddenly pressed against her from behind, Huang Rong couldn't help but sigh. She cleared her mind of all distractions, hooked her arms around his neck, and tilted her head back to receive his kisses, caresses, and possessiveness.

Their bodies were now pressed tightly together, Huang Rong's petite figure writhing and twirling excitedly against the man who resembled an ancient war god, moving as if in a graceful dance.

In this early autumn morning, Huang Rong was intoxicated by the service of this monk, who was only her nephew's age. Her apron had been unbuttoned at some point, hanging loosely over her slender waist, concealing the mystery between her legs, while her full, rounded breasts stood erect, exposed to the wind.

Those pert breasts were so beautiful, so alluring, like a work of art sculpted by nature, too beautiful to touch.

The next second, it was grasped in a pair of large, fan-like hands. Batu lowered his head and kissed the woman's delicate neck, his hands vigorously kneading her fair breasts. Her

snow-white skin was as smooth as milk, played with and kneaded at will by his hands, the slippery flesh occasionally overflowing from between his fingers, changing into various lewd and obscene shapes.

The two bodies were now completely intertwined, and Batu's hands were no longer satisfied with Huang Rong's full breasts, but began to slide down her smooth waist, then stopped at her lower abdomen, his fingers skillfully probing into a wonderful place there.

Huang Rong's head tilted back high, her eyes slightly closed, her graceful body twisting and turning under the man's caresses, like a writhing serpent coiling around him.

Those smooth, firm, full breasts, like two snow-white peaks, had dark red areolas no bigger than coins. The small nipples were now erect with excitement, proudly standing atop their peaks, swaying their heads with the movement of her body.

A few seconds later, Batu suddenly shoved her violently against the railing, his hands tightly gripping Huang Rong's full, round buttocks, his thick, long penis thrusting deeply into the honeyed orifice deep within her flesh.

"Mmm..."

With Batu's strike, Huang Rong's head tilted back, her eyes slightly closed, her eyebrows relaxed, and her rosy, sexy lips parted slightly. All her troubles transformed into a melodious moan, a moan filled with a thirsty desire... The morning on the desolate path was beautiful. The thin mist of early autumn obscured the high-hanging sun. In this blue sky and mist, a Buddhist monk and a world-renowned female strategist, their two fiery bodies tightly intertwined, enacting a perverse drama that would be despised by all. At this moment, they didn't think about the future, nor about their loved ones. What did these things matter in the face of lust?

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When I typed the last word, I felt a strange sense of relief. I had finally finished writing the [Full Text].

Well, this is the first time I've ever written an erotic novel. Although it was terrible, as everyone knows, men care a lot about their first time, so I rewrote the theme, and this story was born. It's not very long, maybe around 30,000 words. I really racked my brains to make the plot reasonable. Mindless soft sex, while enjoyable, is just that—enjoyable, "not to my liking." So I gave Huang Rong in this story a self-justifying reason.

Some people might ask why Huang Rong's story has changed so much. Let me explain. First of all, Huang Rong is from overseas. Her cynical father wouldn't teach his daughter to be virtuous (especially since that's what her mother taught her). This can be seen in the original book. One is innocent and naive, the other is stupid and ignorant, and they created a legend. So, having an affair wouldn't be too restrictive for Huang Rong. She killed someone, and [the whole story] she had no psychological burden at all. You have to remember that Huang Rong used to be a little vixen.

Here, I exaggerated the importance of martial arts to Huang MM. Thinking about it carefully, this reason is quite valid, after all, it's martial arts. Of course, this is just self-justification, so please

don't take it too seriously. Then everything falls into place naturally. The entire story is completely obsessed with lust, unrelated to emotions, which has already been proven in reality, so the arrangement doesn't seem abrupt. Add to that the open ending, and suddenly the whole story becomes much more sophisticated, haha.

⊥Okay, there's a crackdown lately. As a loser, although I know I'm unlikely to be caught, I'm still a little worried. I'm not afraid of anything else, but getting caught would be too embarrassing. So, after writing this entire story, I'm going to go offline.

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