Butterfly Sword Manor [Full Text]

Jiangnan. Three thousand miles of singing orioles and dancing swallows, three thousand miles of flowing water and small bridges, three thousand miles of blooming flowers. It is the best time of spring, and I meet you again in the season of falling flowers. The Qinhuai River, stretching for a hundred miles, is already shrouded in night, yet fishing boats still shuttle back and forth in the river. The spring waters are rising sharply, bringing a large number of perch from upstream. Fishermen are looking forward to taking advantage of this opportunity to catch them. Most of the boats scattered along the Qinhuai River offer specialty dishes, of course, perch-themed dishes. The lights and stars reflect each other in the shimmering water. The night is calm, with a bright moon shining. Not far away, the lyrical tune of a Jiangnan woman drifts on the air: "The merchant girl's tears fall, the lotus blossoms are bright." "Clear waters flow on the riverbed, endless thoughts linger." "The mountains are full of longing, I linger between the waters." The song, clear and beautiful, seemed to be infected by the beauty of Jiangnan , making the melancholy of parting all the more poignant.
The song drifted through the night, and a group of scholars drinking and reveling in a tavern on the riverbank were captivated. One of the scholars, dressed in blue and with a pale face, clapped and cheered before the song even ended: "Beautiful Jiangnan, beautiful scenery, beautiful melody! To hear this song three hundred times is to truly be a Jiangnan native!" As

he spoke, he poured himself another cup of wine, tilted his head back, and emptied it in one gulp, seemingly thoroughly enjoying himself. The waiter was also engrossed in listening, and upon hearing the scholar in blue's words, he couldn't help but chime in: "Esteemed guests, you may not know this, but the woman who sang just now sings every night after dark, and her songs are mostly sorrowful, making even me feel sad." The scholar in blue turned to face the waiter, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes. He saw that the scholar had a long beard and a fair complexion, and was quite handsome. He asked the waiter, "She sings every day, but does anyone know her background?" The waiter replied, "Everyone says this woman is beautiful and talented, unparalleled in the world. Every year on the eighth day of the fourth lunar month, she holds a martial arts contest to find a husband for heroes from all over the land."

The scholar in blue laughed, paused, and muttered to himself, "Heroes from all over the land? Who is this woman who dares to be so arrogant?" The waiter said, "This woman is the second young lady of the Butterfly Sword Manor, the foremost martial arts family in Jiangnan. Legend has it that her martial arts and musical skills are unmatched. To date, dozens of martial arts masters have died by her sword. Legend says that their bodies vanish into thin air, never even having a chance for their families to claim them."

The scholar in blue seemed thoughtful, pondering, "Since she is so fierce..." "Why do so many people flock to this place year after year?" the waiter asked. "The old master of Butterfly Sword Manor, Jin Hudie, is the richest man in the world. Any one of his family's secret techniques could create a peerless swordsman. The old master only has two daughters. The eldest is already betrothed, while the second daughter will inherit all the property and power of Butterfly Sword Manor. Under such great temptation, coupled with the widespread rumors of the two women's unparalleled beauty, renowned masters and heroes of the martial world are willing to risk their lives."

The scholar in green seemed infinitely sorrowful, saying, "So even the most delicious perch cannot compare to a beauty like a thousand times more beautiful!" As he spoke, he overturned the perch on the table, threw down a gold ingot, and left like the wind.

Chapter Two:

Butterfly Sword Manor. Calling it a manor is an understatement; it's more like an isolated island. The Qinhuai River winds around the mountain on all sides, and the lights on both banks are visible, but Butterfly Sword Manor seems like a ghostly place. From the shore, it appears as if the island has never been lit. But at this moment, Butterfly Sword Manor was brightly lit, with eighteen people gathered in a hall called "The Three Butterflies Gathering." The hall was filled with the fragrance of flowers, exuding an antique charm, like a flowerbed where butterflies would perch. Butterfly Sword Manor had no butterflies; it only possessed wealth and unparalleled beauties. Its wealth was evident in its annual donation of three million shi of grain to disaster relief. And the beauty—who had ever truly seen a beauty as beautiful as a flower, as beautiful as a butterfly? Moreover, this beauty was so enamored with death that even her marriage and love were filled with suffocating bloodshed. It was difficult to reconcile a beauty with a swordsman who had slain countless masters. But now, those in the hall couldn't help but connect the two. To obtain this opportunity, they had submitted dozens of petitions to Butterfly Sword Manor. Every year, Butterfly Sword Manor would select one hundred petitions from thousands, conduct detailed background checks on the submitters, and finally determine eighteen candidates. Tonight, on the seventh day of the fourth lunar month, only one day remained until the martial arts contest to choose a husband. All eighteen heroes had arrived at Butterfly Sword Manor, greeted by the kind and benevolent old manor lord. The old lord said, "The final battle is tomorrow, everyone should rest well." This was no longer the ruthless Golden Butterfly of yesteryear; he was clearly a kind elder, perhaps time had worn away the rough edges of heroism. When Xiao Die entered, the Second Miss was playing the zither. For many years, Xiao Die had heard her play this piece countless times—"Boundless Water" by the renowned courtesan Dong Xiaowan. The zither music stopped abruptly, followed by a long silence. Xiao Die struggled to hold his right hand tightly with his left. At these moments, he felt a chill, a chill emanating from the Second Miss. The Second Miss's residence was called "Phoenix Butterfly Pavilion."

Only one person besides the Second Miss was allowed to enter Phoenix Butterfly Pavilion—Xiao Die. But tomorrow, those who will enter the Phoenix Butterfly Pavilion will be heroes from all over the land, those with a duel agreement and a marriage pact with the Second Miss. "Have they arrived?" The voice was cold, so cold that Xiao Die shivered again. "Reporting to the Second Miss, everyone who should be here has arrived. Yang Jiao, the Leaf of Jiangnan, arrived early this morning, and Long Xiaotian, the eldest son of the Lin Qing family, arrived at noon. Others include Cui Lang, the Swordsman of Love; Ouyang Que, the Flying Flower Cloud Hand; and the Lightning Child, the Cross-Shaped Thief… They all arrived this afternoon." "Oh, do you see any of them whose martial arts are stronger than mine?"

Xiao Die remained silent, but beads of sweat were already dripping down her face. It was cold, yet she was sweating. Xiao Die couldn't answer. This time last year, the Second Miss had asked the same question. Xiao Die had said then that no one's martial arts were stronger than the Miss's, but the Second Miss had been furious, saying that Xiao Die was cursing her to be single and miserable for life. Therefore, Xiao Die wouldn't answer today. After a short while, the Second Miss sighed and said, "Do you think my method of choosing a partner is bad?" Xiao Die replied after a long pause, "Your method has its merits." The Second Miss said, "Last year I almost killed you because of your answer. Do you think I'm a serial killer?" Xiao Die said sadly, "The people you kill are all deserving of death, because they not only crave power and beauty, but also wealth. You don't kill me because I'm not greedy for wealth." The Second Miss said, "If you don't crave wealth, then what do you crave?" Her words began to reveal contempt and disdain, but in Xiao Die's heart, it was a silent fear. Xiao Die knew that once the Second Miss began to show contempt and disdain, she would kill. And in her butterfly-themed play, there was only one person deserving of death: Xiao Die. Xiao Die was so frightened she almost ran away, but she ultimately stepped over the screen and entered the Second Miss's boudoir. Soon, heavy groans came from the boudoir.

Chapter Three:

The Three Butterflies Meeting. Of the eighteen heroes, eleven have now entered. No one had left the Phoenix Butterfly Skirt alive, meaning no one had won the final battle against the Second Miss. The remaining seven were both fearful and delighted. They were fearful because the Second Miss was indeed as rumored—possessing formidable martial arts skills, having defeated over a dozen top masters in succession. The fact that a woman could withstand such a relentless attack demonstrated her terrifying skill. They were delighted because they still had the chance to meet this legendary Second Miss. They were all heroes of unparalleled courage and martial arts prowess; for them, facing death was commonplace. And for the beauty and wealth that the world envied, none would give up this opportunity. Therefore, although no one had emerged alive from the Phoenix Butterfly Skirt in three years, countless heroes still vied for the chance to win a martial arts contest. The door opened, and out emerged Xiao Die once again. Xiao Die's face showed slight fatigue after a long day's work. The heroes couldn't help but be captivated by Xiaodie's beauty. Her looks, compared to anyone or anywhere in the world, would be considered unparalleled. If even a maidservant of the Second Miss possessed such beauty, the heroes could hardly imagine the Second Miss's own beauty. Xiaodie said, "The twelfth, the swordsman Cui Lang, who pledged his love." Cui Lang followed Xiaodie inside, a journey fraught with peril. The Phoenix Butterfly Garden was just a wall away from the "Three Butterflies Gathering," a large back garden. It was late spring, April, flowers blooming like a tapestry, bees and butterflies fluttering—a truly picturesque scene of Jiangnan. Cui Lang continued to follow, oblivious to the scenery. Xiaodie smiled, "Young master, you are not a romantic, you don't understand leisure and elegance, how could you possibly win my young lady's heart?"

Cui Lang bowed and said, "Romance resides in the heart, not necessarily on the lips. Leisurely moments are like dreams, flowers bloom for a fleeting instant, but this springtime beauty does not disappoint lovers."

Xiao Die giggled, "Young master seems like a scholar, why engage in such fighting and killing?" Cui Lang replied, "Kill those who can be killed, fight those who are sure to win."

Xiao Die smiled again, her eyes sparkling in the spring light, captivating Cui Lang. They passed through the garden and soon arrived at the Second Miss's boudoir. A fragrant aroma wafted over, and Cui Lang took a deep breath, bursting into laughter. Xiao Die quickly gestured for Cui Lang to stop laughing, but he laughed even more wildly. Xiao Die said, "Keep laughing, Miss is enjoying tea in the tea room. Please come to her bathing room." Cui Lang followed Xiao Die's directions and entered a door. Xiao Die withdrew. Cui Lang entered and was stunned. A woman with a slender figure stood with her back to him, her long hair partially obscuring her snow-white back. Her delicate hands were crossed at her waist, and there stood a woman clad only in a red undergarment. Cui Lang's breath quickened. Despite his vast experience with women, he was still captivated by her naturally beautiful figure. He knew this was the second young lady of Butterfly Sword Manor, the woman who had killed countless masters. Cui Lang carefully admired the woman's curves. He knew this was a fleeting moment of happiness bought with the price of death, and he couldn't miss it. So, for the entire duration of an incense stick's burning, the second young lady remained motionless, and Cui Lang's eyes did not waver. "Am I beautiful?"

Her gentle voice was captivating, leaving no room for a different answer. "Beautiful." In many situations, the truth has its advantages. However, Cui Lang added, "But before I see your face, I still can't fully believe in your beauty."

"If I show you my face, you'll go crazy. You're here for a martial arts contest to find a husband, not to see a beauty." "If I make a move before seeing your face, I'll regret it!" Cui Lang's tone became even more resolute. "What will you regret? I'm afraid you'll regret it even more after you see me. I told the previous eleven people not to look, but they insisted, so they all have eternal regrets." "Since the previous eleven people weren't afraid of regret, what do I have to fear?" The second young lady turned around, the moonlight instantly dazzling her. This beauty was unlike anything in the world. Cui Lang's breathing quickened. Before a half-naked woman, this was the first time Cui Lang had felt such a surge of passion. A red bra draped over her fair breasts, her nipples slightly red like half-ripe strawberries. Her entire chest rose and fell with her breath and heartbeat, her wavy legs forming a triangular waterfall at her lower abdomen. Standing still, she possessed boundless charm without being coquettish or careless. Cui Lang almost turned his head away, but in the end, his gaze remained fixed on her slightly heaving chest. The Second Miss said sweetly, "My beloved swordsman, am I beautiful?" Cui Lang nodded vigorously; this nod was enough to prove her beauty. It seemed the rumors of the martial world were true; the Second Miss was indeed the most beautiful and alluring woman in the world. However, the Second Miss was not a real woman; she was still an unmarried woman. Cui Lang said, "Can we begin our duel now?" The Second Miss said, "I need to take a bath first. I'm covered in sweat from sparring with those eleven heroes." As she spoke, she stepped into a pool in front of him. Fish were still swimming freely in the pool. The Second Miss removed her clothes. Her figure, reflected in the ripples, was even more alluring than before. The fish frolicked leisurely around her, and Cui Lang couldn't help but sigh, "What's the point of being a hero in this world? In the end, you're not even as good as a group of fish."

Yes, even fish can play around a beauty, while heroes have sacrificed their lives for beauties. The Second Miss swam to the shore like a fish, looked up at Cui Lang, and smiled, "Aren't you going to ask my name?" Cui Lang said, "Miss, you're truly a goddess. Any name might be disrespectful to you." The Second Miss said, "Such a sweet tongue. Do all men use such methods to deceive women?" Cui Lang said, "Beauty is beauty, and not beauty is not beauty. I, Cui Lang, never lie!" The Second Miss said, "You have character, but I still have to tell you my name, so that our acquaintance won't be in vain. My name is Ru Die."

Ru Die, indeed, it was Ru Die's life. Everyone in the martial arts world knew the Second Miss, but no one knew Ru Die. The second young lady continued,

"If you defeat me today, you will be the second person who can call me by this name. You should know that even my father cannot call me by this name."

Cui Lang asked, "Who is the first person who can call you by this name? Is it your mother?" The second young lady replied, "No, you can ask, but I won't tell you now." Chapter Four

Ru Die was still half-reclined in the pool, the water of which appeared cold. In this late spring season, she had been soaking in the cold water for half an hour. Ru Die still retained her butterfly-like smile. Ru Die said to Cui Lang, "Don't you think our duel is inherently unfair?"

Cui Lang replied, "I don't think so."

Ru Die smiled slyly and continued, "In our duel, I can kill you at any time, but you can't kill me. I have murderous intent in my heart, while you only have pity. Different feelings lead to different results." Cui Lang said, "What you say is true, but you possess unparalleled beauty and unparalleled wealth. Your price is no less than mine."

Ru Die began to sigh, "Cui Lang, you are the first person I've seen in three years who speaks with gentlemanly manners. Perhaps..."

Ru Die hesitated. Cui Lang said, "Please speak your mind, Miss. I am confident I can share your burdens." Ru Die smiled even more, saying, "How about we bathe together before our duel?" At this moment, Ru Die was no longer the ruthless swordswoman; she was now merely a shy butterfly. Cui Lang remained silent for a long time, biting his lip in deep thought. Was he making a crucial decision? Whether or not to bathe with the Second Miss was likely the most significant decision of his life. He had come prepared to die, solely to witness the legendary woman who was the talk of the town. But now, before the final battle even began, the beauty, like a butterfly, begged him to bathe with her. He didn't know whether to refuse. Anyone in his shoes would find it impossible to refuse! Cui Lang was first and foremost a man, then a swordsman, and only lastly a hero. So Cui Lang entered the water. He swam towards Ru Die. Ru Die greeted him with a smile, her eyes sparkling, her heart fluttering with desire. Cui Lang swam to Ru Die's side. "Hmm...oh..." the woman murmured softly, swaying her body. The woman had a truly beautiful figure. Cui Lang grasped her buttocks and shook them up and down, admiring how pink her exposed genitals and anus looked. That woman… no… Ru Die got up and pulled out Cui Lang’s penis, propping herself up with one hand. Then she lowered her head and sucked on Cui Lang’s penis a few times, saying, “That’s right! This is what a penis

should taste like…” So Ru Die held Cui Lang’s penis with one hand, aimed at her vaginal opening, and slowly sat down, then slowly began to thrust. “Hmm… like this… oh… flesh against flesh… is the best…” Ru Die was really lewd. When Cui Lang’s penis was pulled out, it also pulled out part of Ru Die’s vaginal flesh, which looked really tight. Then Cui Lang pushed his penis in again, until only his scrotum and a large tuft of pubic hair were outside, probably all the way in. Later, Ru Die propped herself up with both hands, threw her long hair behind her back, revealing her beautiful waistline and her smooth, big buttocks. “…Hoo… I’m going to show you… how I can use my cervix… to rub your big glans until you can’t take it anymore…”

Ru Die began to declare war on Cui Lang. As she spoke, Ru Die began riding on Cui Lang's large penis, moving back and forth. "Alright! I'll see who surrenders first!"

Cui Lang retorted, gripping Ru Die's waist with both hands and thrusting his lower body upwards repeatedly. Cui Lang thrust harder and harder, Ru Die's long hair swaying wildly with their rhythm. "Oh...ah...ah...thrust...um...thrust...it's...it's...ah..."

Ru Die cried out loudly. Seeing this, Cui Lang thrust even harder into Ru Die. "Oh...ah...no...don't...ah...anymore...thrust...ah...ah..."

Ru Die pleaded hysterically, seemingly unable to bear it any longer, having reached her climax. After this orgasm, Ru Die collapsed weakly onto Cui Lang's chest. I saw Ru Die's anus contract with her panting, while Cui Lang's large penis was still half-buried in Ru Die's vagina. A white, watery liquid flowed slowly down Cui Lang's scrotum from their point of contact; I knew this was the secretion from Ru Die's vagina during her orgasm… "Now you know how powerful I am!" Cui Lang said between breaths, "Do you know how many women have succumbed to my big penis?" Cui Lang then flipped over and switched positions with Ru Die, who could only helplessly submit to his control. Cui Lang pressed down on Ru Die, her open thighs revealing a sticky, wet vagina. Then he grasped the head of his penis and aimed it at Ru Die's vagina. Ru Die let out an "Oh," and Cui Lang's hips began to sink, his penis slowly thrusting in again. "Oh...oh..." Between thrusts, Ru Die's moans seemed to rekindle her energy. She began to grab her spread legs with her hands, spreading them even wider, and occasionally lifting her head, her expression contorted as she watched Cui Lang's actions. "Oh...no...no...oh...no...no..."

Ru Die struggled to open her eyes and look at Cui Lang. "Ah...no...oh...again...use...your...glans...oh...rub...my...um...G-spot...again..." As she spoke, another climax was about to hit Ru Die. "I...oh...I'm...coming...ah...ah..."

Ru Die began to release her final wave of climax with almost screaming, lewd sounds. "I'm...I'm going to cum...um..."

At the same time as Ru Die's climax, Cui Lang's thrusting speed began to spiral out of control; it seemed he was also about to climax. Finally, Cui Lang straightened his upper body, grabbed Ru Die's ankle, and thrust his lower body forward with all his might. I could see that the muscles in his buttocks suddenly tensed, and all his toes curled up. I could tell that Cui Lang had ejaculated inside Ru Die! "Ah...you...how could you...ejaculate inside me..."

Ru Die said. "Oh...so hot...so comfortable..."

Ru Die shivered. Ru Die's toes suddenly straightened as if on tiptoe, then suddenly spread open again. "Your semen burned my uterus..."

Ru Die said breathlessly. After Cui Lang ejaculated, he collapsed onto Ru Die. A stream of semen slowly flowed down Ru Die's groin, just reaching her anus. Ru Die's groin contracted, absorbing the drop of semen; then her groin relaxed again, her entire anus now covered in a sticky mess of semen. In that instant, Cui Lang saw a long-lost pain on his face, a pain only...

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