Dragon Garden Miscellany

The
snow wasn't heavy.
The wind wasn't strong.
The weak wind stirred up the light snow.
It was a small city, but still quite populated, because the royal city lay a few hundred miles away. The Lunar New Year had
passed a few days prior, but the city's inhabitants were still immersed in
the joy of the celebrations.
Longyuan Restaurant, the largest restaurant in the city. A gust of wind blew, lifting a notice pasted on a pillar. The notice read, "
This restaurant is always recruiting chivalrous men and talented women, with a monthly salary of ten taels of silver." Everyone in the small town knew that although the restaurant was large, business was usually slow,
even during the New Year. Only a dozen or so people came to drink each day, and even fewer stayed overnight.
Out-of-towners often worried about the restaurant owner; with such a large restaurant and no business, how much money was he losing every day? Only Boss Miao
knew the truth.
Boss Miao is the richest man in the city. He usually lives in the capital and only comes to this restaurant for drinks on the last few days of each month. He doesn't seem to care
how much the restaurant pays him each day.
Today isn't the end of the month, but Boss Miao is already in the restaurant's only private room, holding a wine glass in one hand and leaning against the windowsill with the other, watching
the snow outside and the bustling crowd below.
The Longyuan Restaurant, which isn't usually very busy, is packed with people today. It seems that everyone is here to shout rather than to drink and eat.
In the kitchen, only one person is working, but at a very fast pace, with dishes constantly being brought out.
"Xiao Dong, add another order of braised fish," comes the voice of a waiter outside.
Xiao Dong continues working expressionlessly.
A woman, a not-so-pretty woman, walks in. She looks at Xiao Dong.
"This is the last dish." The woman takes out a handkerchief from her bosom, wipes her face, and then walks to Xiao Dong's side to wipe his face, even though there is no sweat on his
face .
The woman turned and closed the kitchen door, then knelt down in front of Xiao Dong. Her hands deftly and quickly pulled out his penis,
gently rubbing it a few times before taking it into her mouth and sucking hard, seemingly unconcerned about the slight taste on it.
Xiao Dong ignored the woman and continued with his work. There were six bags on the wall, each containing a different sized kitchen knife. He reached for a long, thin
knife and skillfully sliced open the fish.
The woman's hot breath escaped her nostrils, white vapor spreading across Xiao Dong's pubic hair. One hand moved between her legs, while
the other played with the two testicles of Xiao Dong's penis.
"Done!" This was the sentence Xiao Dong had uttered most often that day. Soon, a pair of hands reached in through a small window in the wall, and Xiao Dong handed over the cooked fish
.
The sounds of the diners gradually subsided; although the earlier shouting was gone, it was still quite noisy.
Xiao Dong stood there wiping his hands, then pulled up a chair and sat down. The woman obediently moved to another seat and continued her work. Xiao Dong
seemed to be enjoying the woman's service, turning his head to look at the snow outside the window.
Inside the private room, Boss Miao continued to admire the scenery. There were three other people in the room also looking at the snow outside, but these three were not idle; they were making
exaggerated movements as they devoured the food on their plates.
After the last dish of braised fish was served, even Boss Miao joined in. The four of them seemed to have not eaten for days, and in the blink of an eye, they had finished all the food on the table.
"The taste is indeed excellent. Boss Miao's taste is truly unique," a woman said, wiping the grease from the corner of her mouth.
"Hehe, it's rare that Madam Wang thinks so highly of you," Boss Miao said, stroking his beard.
"Good is good. This place is also quite nice, a balance of activity and tranquility," another man said, loosening his belt. This man had a fair face, but
it was frighteningly , like a white ghost.
"Brother Shen also thinks Brother Miao has good taste," a bald man said, taking a sip of tea. The fine Longjing tea swirled in his mouth a few times before he spat it
out.
Boss Miao smiled again, saying nothing, but took three envelopes from his pocket and handed one to each of the three men. A black flame was drawn on each envelope.
The three men, who had been chatting and laughing, instantly became serious and opened their respective letters.
"Do you all understand?" Boss Miao smiled and placed the letters on the table.
The three men exchanged glances and nodded, then placed their letters on the table. The letters, which had been intact just moments before, shattered into pieces upon touching the table
, scattering in the air like falling snow.
In the kitchen, Xiao Dong had already placed the woman on the table, a thick penis thrusting in and out of her vagina. The woman had a handkerchief in her mouth,
her breathing becoming increasingly heavy, her legs tightly wrapped around Xiao Dong's waist.
Xiao Dong propped himself up with one hand, while the other hand played with the woman's breasts. They were beautiful breasts, not large, but the white
orbs and pink nipples blended perfectly. Xiao Dong seemed afraid of ruining their beauty, so he didn't use too much force.
The air was filled with the aroma of food, the woman's body scent, and the fragrance of perfume.
After the meal, the once bustling restaurant had returned to its usual quiet.
The private room was empty; a gold ingot sat on the table. The waiter entered and swiftly pocketed the ingot before slowly
clearing away the leftovers.
In the kitchen, the woman was licking the white fluid off Xiao Dong's penis.
Xiao Dong remained seated by the window, gazing at a sedan chair in the distance.
Xiao Dong smiled.
"What are you laughing at?" the woman asked, wiping her mouth.
"I'll carry you to my home in a sedan chair like that," Xiao Dong said, pointing to the sedan chair in the distance.
"Hmph...too small," the woman said angrily, but her eyes were filled with joy.
Inside the sedan chair, Boss Miao was also very happy. He hummed a little tune, swaying his fat body. On his legs, a petite body was
swaying from side to side, because the penis inside her was always unruly, getting hard only to soften again shortly after.
The sedan chair swayed, but the two porters seemed quite used to it, so they didn't get distracted and continued walking steadily, leaving only shallow
footprints in the snow.
Even in a big city, there are blind spots and places that people don't notice. The sedan chair had now arrived at such a place.
On a rooftop by the roadside, a sharp arrow was aimed at Boss Miao's sedan chair and then shot out silently.
Few people could spot this silent arrow; neither the two sedan bearers noticed it. The arrow flew quickly and accurately, flying precisely through the gap in the sedan curtain.
"Pfft!" After a crisp sound, bloodstains appeared on the snow-white curtain, as beautiful as a peony.
II.
Everyone has their own weapon, regardless of their occupation.
Old Wang was over fifty years old, and he also had his own weapon, but this weapon wasn't for killing; it was for getting by—his weapon was a
broom.
It had snowed for three days straight. Old Wang got up before dawn, ate a simple meal, and then picked up his broom to start sweeping. It had started snowing a few days ago, and
Old Wang usually swept every day, but he hadn't done so for these three days.
Old Wang had been working as a handyman at this house for three years, and the owner had also been there for three years. During that time, countless servants and maids had come and gone, but only Old Wang
hadn't been replaced.
The snow had stopped, but the sky remained overcast. The snow on the ground was thick, and Old Wang seemed to sweep it with little effort, quickly clearing a path from
the back gate of the yard all the way to the main street—a path he had been sweeping for the past three years.
Half an hour later, the sky slowly brightened. Old Wang put down his broom and returned to his small hut. The hut was small, containing only a bed, a
stove, a table, and a chair. Lying on the small bed was a woman.
Looking at the woman on the bed, Old Wang's face showed excitement again. The events of last night were still vivid in his mind, and thinking of this, his penis hardened again.
The woman wasn't particularly beautiful, but her skin was very fair, and because of her fair skin, even her not-so-pretty lips seemed to glow with an unusual luster.
Old Wang pulled down his pants, revealing a dark, erect penis. Old Wang didn't like to bathe, so his room always had an unpleasant smell, and his penis was no
exception.
The woman frowned; she knew what Old Wang was about to do.
Old Wang pulled her close; her vulva was already red and swollen, but he didn't care. His dark, thick penis ruthlessly shoved inside.
The woman winced in pain; she wanted to scream, but no sound came out, for her tongue had already been cut off. She couldn't resist, couldn't escape,
because her hands and feet had been chopped off. She was now just a toy to be played with.
Old Wang, having this toy, forgot to shovel snow.
Old Wang's house was very simple; the windows didn't have precious glass, just simple paper coverings, and like Old Wang's penis, the paper
had .
The woman's eyes were fixed on that hole, though she couldn't crawl out; the pain in her lower body had numbed her.
Outside the window, a sharp arrow was already aimed at the person inside. Xiao Dong's legs were a little numb. He carried a pot on his back, and a rope was tied around his waist
with six bags of varying lengths attached to it. He had been walking in the snow for a long time because he needed to reach the Miao family residence in the capital before the Miao chieftain's funeral to cook
vegetarian dishes for the monks performing rituals and those attending the funeral.
Although it wasn't far from the small town to the capital, it was still several hundred miles. Along the way, there were mountains, rivers, and forests. Xiao Dong had seen mountains and rivers, and now what appeared before
him was a forest.
Where do people come from? Someone had asked Xiao Dong this question.
People are forced into things, that was Xiao Dong's answer. This answer seemed correct no matter how you looked at it, but the price Xiao Dong paid for answering it was a slap in the face.
The price of that slap was that he learned superb culinary skills.
Where do people come from? This is a question without an answer, but people certainly can't come from trees.
Xiao Dong passed through the forest, and just as he reached the edge of the forest, a person slowly crawled out of a tree trunk—a man in black.
Xiao Dong continued on his way, unaware that a person would emerge from a tree behind him, a tree no bigger than a bowl.
The man in black, without touching the ground, slowly and silently swooped down on Xiao Dong like an owl, a short, straight knife in his hand.
The knife was less than a fly's leg away from Xiao Dong's head.
The arrow aimed at Old Wang had already been silently released, piercing a small hole in the window paper.
Old Wang was gone, and the woman on the bed without hands or feet had vanished.
Xiao Dong was also gone, disappearing into thin air in the snow.
The man in black's knife missed its mark, and he naturally stood on the ground. He didn't move but searched around. He didn't move because he didn't have the courage;
Xiao Dong was the first person to escape his blade so quickly.
The arrow that Boss Miao hadn't dodged, Old Wang had. The archer entered Old Wang's house; the small house was easily identifiable. He walked to the bedside; only some scattered cinnabar
remained .
Three days after Boss Miao's death, the news spread throughout the martial arts world. Boss Miao was a prominent figure in both the legitimate and criminal worlds; he was
the boss of three hundred brothels, one hundred and sixty-five gambling dens, and sixty escort agencies in the capital.
Boss Miao's home was on a quiet street, surrounded by prominent officials. During the funeral, people in official robes and carrying swords
kept arriving.
The mourning hall was simply decorated, with only four people in charge of the rituals—four monks. They were chanting scriptures, and everyone who came to pay their respects with weapons
was astonished to see these four monks, for they were the four great protectors of the Shaolin Pure Land Sect. Even more astonishing was seeing Boss Miao's wife—a woman, a
beautiful woman, so beautiful that one glance at her would cause temporary amnesia.
Boss Miao's wife's surname was Tian, and her identity was unknown. Rumors circulated that Boss Miao's success was largely due to his wife. Boss Miao only hoped that
she could live a better life.
Madam Miao knelt there quietly, her mourning attire making her appear like a fairy. Everyone who came to pay their respects to Elder Miao invariably approached
her to offer words of comfort. Even the four guardians of the Pure Land Sect, while chanting sutras, would glance at her briefly before continuing their chanting.
A maidservant emerged from behind and whispered to Madam Miao, "Xiao Dong's dishes are ready." With a simple nod, Madam Miao's
eyes revealed an expression inappropriate for a funeral, and she followed the maidservant to the back room.
"The vegetarian dishes are ready for everyone. Please dine in the back." The funeral procession filed out, but the four guardians remained seated. They
wanted to leave , but couldn't move. They had been sitting there for several hours. Although their internal energy was profound, they were still mortals, and even mortals' legs would go numb after sitting for so long.
Outside, it had started snowing again.
Inside the Miao residence was a five-story building, quite tall. At the top, four men in black were observing those below, each holding a fan with
a black flame painted on it.
It was winter, a very cold winter; what were they doing holding fans in the dead of winter? Only they themselves knew.
Three.
After several days of light snow, it finally stopped today.
The wind, though not very strong, continued to blow, though people had grown accustomed to it.
Despite the wind, it was a sunny day. While Miao Laoda's death was strange, what followed was even stranger.
First, on the seventh day after Miao Laoda's death, the bodies of the four men in black were found on a main street not far from the temple. None of them had any wounds. Even the most experienced coroner from
the Nine Cities Military Command couldn't determine the cause of death. The bodies were left in the morgue overnight and then disappeared.
The second thing: a woman with very fair skin was hanging at the east gate of the capital. She was naked, attracting many onlookers. Most strangely, she had no hands,
feet, or tongue. She wasn't dead, just unconscious.
The third thing: in a small town hundreds of miles from the capital, a restaurant called Longyuan reopened and was thriving.
Most people paid attention to the second thing, some to the first, and a few to the third.
In Longyuan's kitchen, Xiao Dong was still skillfully cooking. Beneath him, the woman of average looks was still savoring his penis. It was just an ordinary penis
, but in her mouth, it seemed like a delicacy. Her tongue licked it carefully, as if she wished it would stay in her mouth forever.
Business was booming, and Xiao Dong spent most of his time in the kitchen. The woman seemed to enjoy being there too; although she couldn't help, she
didn't .
Many people were eating and drinking, most of them carrying weapons. The waiters were used to it and would chat with customers about
the weapons . The reason they could chat with customers was that they only needed to serve food and didn't have to clean.
Old Wang was cleaning, still sweeping back and forth with his old broom. The front and back of the house, even the outhouse, were cleaned spotlessly. The customers couldn't
bear to dirty his work and would walk a little further to the outhouse next door to relieve themselves.
There were only four people, and four people were running this restaurant. The restaurant's signature dish used to be fish, but now they had added a winter melon and mutton soup.
Winter melon is diuretic, promotes blood circulation, and strengthens the kidneys; mutton has a strong flavor and is nourishing, but it can also harm the kidneys. It takes a lot of skill to combine these two seemingly incompatible ingredients, and Xiao Dong
happens to have that skill.
The night was very dark; it was already past midnight. The night watchman's most hated phrase was "so dark you can't see your hand in front of your face," because he had six fingers.
In the lobby of Longyuan Restaurant, a waiter was settling the day's accounts with a woman. Xiao Dong and Lao Wang sat to the side, a plate of pickled cucumbers,
a plate of salted peanuts, a plate of oyster sauce lettuce, and a pot of rice wine on the table. The food and wine weren't anything special, but the two ate with relish, chatting and laughing.
The woman and the waiter also smiled; business was booming, and their income was quite considerable.
The door opened, and four men in black entered. Without a word, they sat down.
The waiter immediately greeted them.
"We want the same food and wine as them," one of them said, pointing to Xiao Dong and Lao Wang.
The waiter smiled and looked back at Xiao Dong.
Xiao Dong remained expressionless.
Lao Wang stood up and closed the door.
The waiter returned to the counter.
After exchanging only one sentence, the four men silently stared at the woman.
Lao Wang noticed that all four men's weapons were painted with a black flame.
Lao Wang picked up the wine pot and refilled Xiao Dong's cup.
The waiter noticed a slight shift in the four men's postures. Two men's toes were pointing towards him and the woman, while the other two were facing Xiao Dong and Lao Wang.
The wind outside seemed to be picking up, blowing through the cracks in the door and into the room.
The candlelight in the lobby flickered in the wind, and in the instant the light dimmed, the four men in black moved, moving so fast they were almost invisible.
The woman continued tidying the accounts, and Lao Wang and Xiao Dong continued their conversation, seemingly ignoring the four men's actions.
If three of the four ignored them, then the remaining one would make a move. No one knew why a waiter could be
so fast; the four men in black were only halfway through their actions when they were stopped by the same person.
Can a person multiply? No one knew, but now, the four men in black were facing four waiters.
"He used..." one of them tried to say, wanting to warn the person watching them from outside, but it was too late. Suddenly, he couldn't hear
anything ; everything went black. He realized he was dead. This was what death felt like.
Four men died without feeling pain, remaining in their final postures, weapons still drawn from their waists.
The waiter had already returned to the counter.
On the rooftop opposite the restaurant, a man held a bow with four arrows nocked. Just as he was about to fire to aid his companions in the restaurant, the four
men were already dead.
Fly! The man with the bow leaped from the rooftop like a bird. Although he had been trained to die alongside his enemies, his body no longer obeyed his brain
. Instinct told him to get as far away from the Dragon Garden Restaurant as possible.
There's always a difference between ideals and reality. As he took flight, someone else was faster than him.
He stopped, and before him appeared the Dragon Garden waiter.
Attack! The two words flashed through his mind. He had to attack, to fight. Perhaps there was still a chance; not fighting meant death.
His bow had nine arrows. In an instant, he unleashed his ultimate technique:
Phoenix Dance in the Nine Heavens.
Nine arrows were fired in succession, aiming at nine acupoints on the waiter's body.
It was just one arrow at first; Boss Miao couldn't dodge it, but Old Wang did. Now, the waiter has dodged it with unbelievable agility, so quickly that no one could see it.
As the nine arrows were fired, he pulled out a black pellet.
The waiter calmly avoided all nine arrows.
A muffled thud, a blinding flash of light, and the archer had vanished.
The waiter picked up the scattered bow, a strange look on his face, and returned to the restaurant. "Flying Ghost!" Old Wang said, staring at the bow 　　.
This was the shortest sentence he'd uttered since arriving at Longyuan.
"No? 　　It's a weapon used by the Koga ninja of Japan," the woman suddenly said.

Old Wang glanced at Xiao Dong, who remained silent. After a long pause, he said, "It's time."
The waiter's face lit up with a strange light, as if he had been waiting for these words for a long time.
Old Wang's face showed indignation.
Xiao Dong, however, remained calm. Behind him, six bags of varying lengths hung on the wall, their contents seemingly shifting slightly.
Four.
Li Bai, after drinking a jug of wine, could compose a hundred poems; he slept in a tavern in Chang'an; the emperor summoned him, but he refused to board the boat, proclaiming himself a wine immortal. Du Fu's poem perfectly captures Li Bai's essence.
Chang'an, too... There are many taverns named Taibai Ju in Chang'an, but this one seems particularly famous. The tavern itself isn't large, but the aroma of its wine
can be smelled from afar. Every tavern called Taibai Ju claims to have been visited by Li Bai, but whether this is true is impossible to verify.
The owner of Taibai Ju is surnamed Ma, and because he is the fourth son in his family, he is known as Master Ma the Fourth. Master
Ma the Fourth is famous in the martial arts world for three things: brewing wine, women, and dual pistols. Master
Ma the Fourth's wine is very fragrant, but he has a strange temper; he never brews much wine, sending half of what he does directly to a tavern called Longyuan. Half of the wine
was sent to the palace, while the rest was sold in the restaurant. A jar of wine cost anywhere from ten taels of silver to one tael of gold, yet people still bought it.
Some said he added a drug from the Miao region that was addictive.
As for the women, aside from Master Ma, everyone at Taibai Restaurant was a woman, from waiters to accountants, even the latrine cleaners. This was a
topic of much discussion in the martial arts world, and many wondered how he managed to keep so many women living together peacefully. Yes.
The nickname "Double-Gun Ma Si" seemed to have risen overnight. Rumor had it that Ma Si, wielding two guns, wiped out three bandit strongholds in a single night. Over 1,300 dead men
all had two bloodstains on their bodies, with no other wounds. Moreover, during his retreat, he mistakenly wiped out a group escorting treasures for the imperial court. If it were just an
ordinary group, wiping them out would be normal, but that group consisted of many masters from Shaolin and Wudang. Ma Si felt
guilty for accidentally , so he delivered the goods to their destination himself. Ting only cared about the result; as long as the goods arrived safely, he didn't care who the escorts were
. Thus, Ma Si became famous and even received rewards.
Today, Master Ma seemed rather unhappy. Early this morning, he had his three wives all engaged in wild and passionate lovemaking. The three women lay exhausted on the bed, but Master Ma's
two penises remained hard; he hadn't released what he'd been holding back for days. So he went out and grabbed a maid, dragging her into his room.
Ma Si was born with extraordinary abilities, possessing two erections, and he conquered the world of pleasure. It was said that Miao, the owner of the Longyuan Restaurant... The old man once said that these two penises were the real "
Double-Gun Ma Si."
After being led into the room by Ma Si, the maidservant removed her clothes one by one.
The maidservant wasn't particularly beautiful, but she had a good figure.
The sun had already risen. Ma Si sat in a chair, eyes closed, while the woman between his legs diligently swallowed one penis, her hand vigorously
stroking the other, even though her tongue was numb.
Ma Si's bedroom was on the top floor of Taibai Residence, very high above the ground.
Ma Si usually liked to sit by the window, and also... Enjoying the scenery while indulging in the woman's company.
Inside the room, the woman's mouth had left the penis, replaced by her thick labia.
One penis thrust in and out of the woman's vagina, while the other ravaged her anus.
The woman seemed to be enjoying it; after only a few strokes, fluid flowed from her vagina, running down Ma Siye's penis onto her drooping breasts.
Ma Siye was very focused; once he set his mind on something, he would do his best to achieve it, and nothing and no one could stop him. So when a
man he didn't... The penis continued thrusting in and out of the vagina.
The visitor sat quietly on the windowsill, watching Ma Siye's focused expression like a spectator, a mysterious smile on his face.
The woman felt a little uncomfortable and wanted to get off Ma Siye, but the pleasure in her lower body prevented her from pulling the penis out.
Finally, Ma Siye's two penises ejaculated the accumulated fluid one after the other, and then he gently patted the woman's buttocks.
The woman jumped off the bed like a shot, ran out without even grabbing her clothes, completely ignoring the milky white fluid flowing between her legs.
"Your taste has changed a lot," the visitor said with a smile, his eyes glancing at Ma Siye's two penises, which, although limp, were still quite long.
"Even the finest delicacies get boring if you eat them every day, and women are the same," Ma Siye replied, his face remaining expressionless despite the intense activity.
"With two things like these, no woman could resist them, right?" the visitor asked. "Not all women like what I have," Ma Siye said, sitting
on the bed and picking up a sheet to wipe his penises.
"Any business opportunities?" The man tossed a letter, which flew towards Master Ma like a pair of long eyes.
"I'm a businessman," Master Ma said, catching the letter.
The man produced a cup from somewhere and poured himself some tea.
Master Ma read the letter and smiled, just as he had when he successfully took over Taibai Residence, a truly happy smile.
Just as Master Ma's smile faded, the man vanished from the room.
In a small town not far from Chang'an, at a restaurant called Longyuan,
Master Ma personally delivered the wine early in the morning.
"Master Ma, why did you come in person?" The waiter rushed over. "Is Boss Dong here?" Master Ma asked, walking to the middle of the lobby and finding a chair
to sit down.
"Please wait a moment, I'll go get him for you right away." Before the waiter finished speaking, he was already upstairs on the second floor.
Master Ma frowned as he looked at the tea set on the table. He'd made an agreement with Master Miao six months ago that he could simply deliver the wine whenever he wanted. But he'd heard business here
had been slow. He wondered if it was his wine or Master Miao's methods that were wrong. However, since Xiao Dong took over, business here had steadily improved,
possibly even surpassing his own Taibaiju.
Master Ma took a sip of tea, and just as the cup left his lips, he saw Xiao Dong standing before him.
"Good wine," Xiao Dong said. "Good tea, good skills," Master Ma said, his heart pounding with nervousness. Xiao Dong's movements alone had reached a
level he himself couldn't match, and this was all done without him even noticing.
"This is our second meeting," Xiao Dong said succinctly. "The wine is expensive this time." Master Ma seemed unwilling to elaborate. "Thank you," Xiao Dong said, raising his hand.
The waiter and Old Wang were already outside carrying the wine.
Sweat beaded on Master Ma's forehead.
"I'd like to host a banquet for some friends in a few days, but I hope Mr. Dong can help me out." Master Ma changed the subject. "Of course," Xiao Dong said calmly.
"That's good." Master Ma finished speaking, stood up, cupped his hands in return, and watched Master Ma leave.
The sky, which had been bright and sunny just moments before, was now covered with dark clouds.
(V)
Night, a somewhat gloomy night, with a breeze.
The Longyuan Restaurant seemed very lonely at night.
Ma Si's lightness skill was definitely among the top ten in the martial arts world. After a few leaps, he stopped on a street next to the Longyuan Restaurant.
It seemed that Ma Si wasn't the only one interested in Longyuan.
Although he had only just arrived, Ma Si could already sense the presence of at least five people not far away.
Ma Si preferred to act alone. He didn't like being disturbed, nor did he like disturbing others. He knew that he probably wouldn't find anything interesting tonight
.
Ma Si leaped onto the roof and disappeared in a few leaps.
By the corner of the wall, the waiter came out with four dogs.
"You damned dogs, you've been defecating everywhere! If it weren't for the orders, I would have stewed you all long ago!" the waiter cursed.
Ma Si usually enjoyed practicing his light-footed skills alone at night, just like Ye Gucheng used to enjoy flying under the moon. He thoroughly enjoyed it, but for
some reason, he felt a little depressed today.
He returned to his home, but instead of calmly walking up the stairs as usual, he leaped up to the second floor. He didn't understand why he did this;
perhaps it was just a whim.
This was the residence of his most beloved concubine, the one he had visited just two days ago. He only came here four or five times a month to make love to her,
because he worried that his beloved concubine's body was too weak to withstand his thrusts.
The voice, an unusual voice, was his concubine's voice, a mixture of pain and a hint of excitement.
Ma Si frowned and then walked to the window.
People always see what they don't want to see, and Ma Si was no exception.
His concubine had no name because he had bought her from the brothel for two bushels of pearls from the East. At the time, he had just randomly given her the name: Shuangshuang.
The reason is simple: everything about her, in pairs, is alluring—her breasts, buttocks, eyes, lips. Moreover, everything Shuangshuang buys, eats, and uses
comes in pairs.
Today was no exception. She lay on the rocking bed, a special feature Ma Si had set up to enhance the experience. It was
a large rocking bed, swaying back and forth like a swing, spacious enough for two or three people.
There were three people
on it now. Shuangshuang lay there naked, her beautiful, firm breasts enough to attract any lustful man.
Two men, two naked men, two naked men with thick, long penises.
The two men stood at either end of Shuangshuang's body, their penises moving in and out of her red lips and vagina with the rocking of the bed.
Saliva and vaginal fluid flowed from Shuangshuang's mouths like silver threads, beautiful and arousing under the light.
Ma Si appeared calm, but his heart was far from calm, and his two penises were even more restless.
Ma Si recognized the two men, but dared not offend them.
Ma Si sighed deeply.
The two men in the room seemed to hear him, but merely exchanged a knowing smile.
"Master Ma, you're known for your 'Double Guns,' can't you satisfy your wife?" one of the men said with a laugh.
Shuangshuang spat out the penis in her mouth and kissed the red glans.
"Two chopsticks are no match for an iron hammer." She then swallowed the penis back in.
Ma Si clenched his fists tightly, his two penises bulging high against his pants.
Jiao Ni was a widow who had entered the Ma residence a few days ago to take care of Ma Si's wives.
Jiao Ni loved fruit, and the Ma residence had fresh fruit all year round, so she was naturally very happy.
Today, after eating a few apples, she felt unwell and got up in the middle of the night to relieve herself. On her way back to her room, someone stopped her and silenced her by striking her
pressure point —it was Ma Si.
Ma Si struck Jiao Ni's pressure point and then carried her upstairs.
The room was still filled with the sounds of spring, and Shuangshuang's cries were louder than usual.
Ma Si, expressionless, pushed Jiao Ni against the stair railing, lifted her skirt, and pulled down her fur trousers.
Jiao Ni tried to scream but couldn't make a sound as two penises instantly forced their way into her vagina and anus.
Perhaps because Jiao Ni had urinated earlier, the penetration was smooth and easy.
Inside the room, a woman was struggling with two penises; outside, another woman was also struggling with two penises.
The woman inside was enjoying herself, while the woman outside was enduring.
Ma Si's heart had already been crushed by Shuangshuang's words: "Chopsticks are no match for a hammer." Now, perhaps all he could think about was venting his frustration.
Although Jiao Ni was already pregnant, her husband had died young, and she hadn't been violated by a penis for years. She felt no pleasure from a man, only
waves of pain from her lower body.
Ma Si's hands reached under Jiao Ni's clothes, forcefully kneading her soft flesh, which, while not as firm as Shuangshuang's, was still incredibly tactile.
Ma Si was only human, and everyone makes mistakes. Most men make mistakes in bed with women, or when they are extremely angry. Ma Si made mistakes
in both situations .
Two silver beams shot towards Ma Si and Jiao Ni. Although there were only two beams, they came from very strange angles and blocked all of Ma Si's escape routes.
Ma Si did not resist because he realized there was no way to escape when he realized it, so he continued to thrust forcefully. "
It's better to die a pleasurable death than any other way to die," Ma Si had said.
But today, Ma Si seemed not to be able to die.
"Master Ma Si is truly a hero, calm in the face of danger." A familiar voice came, it was Xiao Dong's voice.
Xiao Dong had appeared in the courtyard at some point, along with Old Wang, the waiter and the landlady, a table and five chairs.
Three people stood beside Old Wang and the waiter: Shuangshuang and two "Iron Hammers," two swords lying quietly on the ground.
Ma Si stopped moving and pulled out his two penises, which were covered with white fluid.
Jiao Ni had already fainted.
Ma Si jumped down from the building.
"What should Master Ma do with these people?" Xiao Dong asked with a smile.
Ma Si looked at Shuangshuang, his expression a mixture of confusion and tenderness.
But soon he saw Xiao Dong, whose face wore its usual smile, but to Ma Si it carried a hint of mockery.
Ma Si felt a surge of murderous intent.
Xiao Dong glanced at the waiter and Old Wang.
The two nodded.
Ma Si didn't see their movements clearly; it seemed they had only moved their fingers, but Shuangshuang and the two men were already on the ground.
The five sat down. On the table was a pot of wine—a pot of aged Fenjiu that had been brewing for over a year—a plate of salted peanuts, a plate of oyster sauce lettuce, and a large bowl of
winter melon and mutton.
Wangcheng, under the emperor's feet.
These past few days, teahouses and restaurants throughout the capital had been discussing several topics: one was that Shuangqiang Ma Si had transferred all his businesses to a young man,
and the other was that Madam Wang had remarried.
Madam Wang was one of the few in the martial arts world who could keep pace with Boss Miao. Those who had met Madam Wang said she was both beautiful and knew how to enjoy life.
Zuihua Manor, the largest embroidery shop in the capital, was one of Madam Wang's many businesses. This morning, Madam Wang arrived early at a large
house .
Two men were already waiting for her, one bald and the other a fat man, his face as white as a ghost.
"Third Brother, Baldy," Madam Wang said as she entered, sitting down and pouring herself a glass of water.
"The cause of Miao's death has been found," Madam Wang continued.
"We don't care about the cause of death, do you know who did it?" the fat man asked grimly.
"Miao only had one wound, on his genitals," Madam Wang said, ignoring the fat man.
"Not shot by an arrow?" the bald man seemed interested.
"Don't you know Miao's martial arts skills? His ability to catch hidden weapons is unmatched in the martial world." Madam Wang said,
removing her hairpin and letting her black hair fall loose. Then she began to undress.
"What about the woman with Miao?" the fat man asked, completely ignoring her actions.
"Shot by an arrow," Madam Wang replied, having already removed all her clothes. Except for a little bit of fat on her lower abdomen, she was perfectly
beautiful .
"Even though Boss Miao is gone, we still have to continue," said Madam Wang as she walked up to Baldy.
"Sigh!" Baldy sighed, then pulled out his penis.
Madam Wang spread her buttocks apart, trying to widen her anus, and then sat down forcefully.
Baldy's penis went in, and the lack of any preparation made him wince in pain.
"What's going on with that cook?" Fatty Bai drank his tea, still ignoring their actions.
"I don't know, I heard that Boss Miao's wife transferred that shabby restaurant to him," Madam Wang said, slightly out of breath.
"But lately, my men have said that many martial arts figures have been going in and out of the restaurant every day, even Double-Gun Ma Si has become a regular there, going
every ," Fatty Bai said. "
My men also said that someone saw Ye Xiaoxi, the Sword of the Fallen City, and Bai Changchun, the leader of the White Lotus Sect, in the restaurant." Baldy said, "His penis kept entering
Madam Wang's anus, but he didn't seem to feel any pleasure.
" "Send a few experts over there," Fatty Bai said, but before he finished speaking, he had already disappeared.
"You can get down now, he's already gone," the bald man said to Madam Wang.
"What? Aren't you feeling alright?" Madam Wang asked with a smile.
The bald man suddenly reached for their joined bodies. "How can I feel comfortable with a man?" As he spoke, he actually grasped a penis in his hand—a
penis growing from Madam Wang's body, and it was still very hot.
[The End]

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