[The Orphan's Love Affair with a Beauty's Rivalry] (Volume 3, Chapter 298)

Chapter 298 Memories of Love

Zhou Yan glared fiercely at the group of Boy Scouts. If it weren't for the vicious Little Green here, he would have torn them to pieces

, though whether he could even manage to tear them apart is another matter!

He grabbed his outer robe and draped it over his master, then helped her out of bed. But she had already been tormented to the point of multiple orgasms, her body weak and limp

, unable to walk.

Although Zhou Yan had also been tormented all night, his spirit and strength on the verge of collapse, he was unwilling to rely on others. He quickly

mustered his remaining strength and carried her away, staggering away.

Seeing their young master leave in resentment, the Boy Scouts were terrified. After quickly dressing, they surrounded Xiao Lü,

their faces full of worry saying, "What are we going to do? If the young master complains to the madam, we're all doomed!"

Xiao Lü hurriedly comforted them, "It's alright, the young master wouldn't dare to complain about this. Besides, the young lady gave orders beforehand,

so she'll naturally protect you. Nothing will happen."

Zhou Yan asked with concern as they walked, "Master, are you alright?"

Changsun Han said in a sweet voice, "I want you so much..."

Zhou Yan hurriedly said, "Alright, alright~ I'll be with you when we get back."

Back at his garden villa, he went straight to the bedroom. When he put his master on the bed, he was completely exhausted and lay down

beside her, panting heavily!

Xiao Qing rushed in, stunned by the scene, then flew into a rage, like a mad tiger, and pounced

forward dragging Zhou Yan away!

He froze for a moment, but Changsun Han leaped up, and in a fit of rage, grabbed Xiaoqing and began to beat her

mercilessly. Xiaoqing, however, was not about to back down in front of her lover and fought back fiercely. The two women wrestled and pulled each other's hair, scratched faces, grabbed breasts, and pulled pubic hair,

rolling and tearing at each other on the carpet in a lively scuffle.

In terms of martial arts, Xiaoqing was no match for Changsun Han, but this kind of relentless, unruly fighting

, even more so than wrestling, was not the forte of this usually dignified and elegant beauty. The brash, shameless, and ill-mannered Xiaoqing actually had a slight advantage. Furthermore,

apart from her face, all of Changsun Han's sensitive areas were much larger than her young opponent's, leaving bloody scratches on the beauty's

face and large breasts!

Logically, both were equally dear to him, and Zhou Yan should have tried to mediate and separate the two women. However, his

emotional inclinations were very clear; how could his years of affection for his master compare to that of this little girl?

He grabbed Xiaoqing and threw her outside, roaring, "Get out! I never want to see you again!"

Seeing his ferocious expression, Xiaoqing froze, then covered her face and burst into tears, rushing out the door and slamming it shut with

a loud !

Changsun Han said resentfully, "Promise me you won't touch her again!"

Zhou Yan scratched his head, looking troubled, and said, "I've already promised to marry her, I can't go back on my word...

At worst , I'll just try to avoid her from now on..."

Changsun Han stared at him blankly. This tall, handsome man with bulging muscles, exuding strength and

a strong masculine aura, was exactly the kind of man she admired most. Yan'er was her true love!

Zhou Yan hadn't even had a chance to sleep when he was woken up again by Xiao Hong, sent by his older sister. He hurriedly went out, only to find his older sister already

waiting there. Without a word, she dragged him back to the training ground to continue enduring a new day of varied tortures.

Even though he felt sorry for Yan'er, Changsun Han dared not step forward again. He could only stay in his room, heartbroken and weeping, trying to

avoid seeing the situation.

Some people who had been trying to curry favor with Zhou Yan had the urge to stand up and plead for their young master, but seeing Changsun Han

's fate, they had to give up the idea. After all, the deep humiliation of being a dormitory matriarch was worse than death!

Murong Ziyan heard the news and rushed over to intervene, but the young lady argued that her brother was always

loafing around and causing trouble, so how could he amount to anything?

Murong Ziyan thought about it. After Xiao Jin was rigorously trained by Yun'er, although he had suffered a lot, he had

indeed become much more obedient, either focusing on cultivation or studying diligently. Besides, this time Yun'er seemed to be really

angered by her brother. If she intervened forcefully, the consequences would be unpredictable, and it was hard to say whether her control over him would still be effective. In the end

, she let it go, only instructing her daughter not to go too far.

Zhou Yan had initially been fearless, constantly arguing with his older sister during training, knowing his mother would protect

him . But seeing the outcome, he was completely dumbfounded. Who was really in charge here? His mother, or

his older sister?

During the day, he endured grueling training with the Tyrannosaurus Army, suffering

horrific scenes of rat cages teeming with hungry rats, dark rooms, and latrines crawling with disgusting maggots that devoured living people—scenes that sent chills down his spine! He

managed to get through the night, but still couldn't get a full night's sleep. His bedroom was either swarming with thousands of large rats

or an equal number of colorful, strange snakes crawling all over his bed. Even in his dreams,

countless rats and snakes burrowed into his blankets and clothes, hiding inside.

That terrifying experience that night was unforgettable. He was awakened in the middle of the night by some noise. In the darkness, he didn't know what was

happening, but he felt something furry and soft crawling and burrowing all over his body, causing a dull ache. When

he lit a candle and saw what was happening, he was immediately terrified and fainted!

From then on, he never dared to go back to his bedroom to sleep.

However, no matter which room he moved to, the same thing happened every night. For ten days and ten nights without sleep,

he also had to endure the inhuman torture of his eldest sister's devilish training during the day. His physique and martial arts skills were much stronger than Xiao Jin's, but he

still couldn't withstand it. Gradually, his dark circles became deep and he became emaciated!

Seeing her beloved son tortured like this, Murong Ziyan was heartbroken and intervened again. But whenever she

was furious and wanted to question her daughter, her daughter would always disappear at the right time, and no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't find her. Once her anger

subsided, her daughter would reappear, launching into a long lecture on how a real man

should behave, so eloquently and irrefutably.

Her maternal instincts were strong and intense; she truly loved her only son, Yan'er, but that love stemmed entirely from her pure and innocent maternal nature

. Only with Wu Yue did she experience a mixture of maternal love and lust.

Wu Yue was also her adopted son and disciple, and her love for him began with deep maternal affection, which

gradually blossomed into desire. From the moment he slowly opened his eyes in her arms, curiously gazing at her,

his pure and flawless bright eyes touched her heartstrings and deeply captivated her. From then on, this

incredibly adorable child became her little angel. Gradually, she shamefully discovered that the appearance of this little angel made Yan'er

's disappearance less painful, though not insignificant.

She had always spoiled Yun'er, simply because she felt guilty towards her eldest daughter. This wasn't just because

her master had taken her away as an infant and forced her to marry far away to Yangzhou, but also because her stays at Tianchi each year

had grown longer. Visiting Yun'er was one reason, but Wuyue was also a significant one. At Tianchi, she

spent than with Yun'er, who felt she had stolen her little friend and was very dissatisfied.

She loved holding Wuyue close, gazing at his adorable little face, silently focusing on his eyes. Those

deep, dark eyes held an infinite mystery and boundless magic, never tiring of her gaze. She always looked deeper and deeper into them, yet

those deep, unfathomable eyes seemed to possess a dreamlike magic that tugged at her soul, making her heart tremble and

stirring her maternal instincts to their extreme, leaving her unable to forget those otherworldly, enchanting eyes even in her dreams.

And so, little by little, her soul drifted into the deepest void in his eyes, and

those clear eyes were deeply etched into her heart. Next came the face that often floated before her in her dreams, and finally

, that ethereal figure. It was when he was eleven that she discovered her maternal love for him was no longer so pure. She

increasingly enjoyed kissing him, even teaching him how to kiss. As a descendant of Jurchen and Xianbei people, she felt it was perfectly

acceptable for a foster mother to teach him these things, but the intoxicating feeling between their lips was so intense.

And it grew stronger and stronger, to the point that she could no longer control herself. She found this strange and novel

emotion very odd; she had never felt anything like it before. However, she didn't want to bother trying to understand it; she only

knew she wanted to be with him, day and night, wanting him to belong to her forever, to be her alone. She wanted

not only his childhood and adolescence, but also his entire life, sometimes even so passionately that she wanted to

become one with him!

This feeling was definitely not maternal love, or at least not just

that; it was clearly not the kind of love one has for children who will eventually grow up and marry. In the year her master ascended to immortality, at Tianchi, Wuyue asked her to collect a fine piece of

bluestone and carve a vase for her master. What skills could an eleven-year-old child possess? The vase was ugly,

but the three characters "Presented by Wuyue" on the bottom were somewhat decent. Her master, however, liked it very much and used top-quality crystal

to create a beautiful, poignant bouquet of ice flowers to place in the vase, making it look like a toad accompanying a swan.

The night after her master's ascension, while sorting through his belongings, she inadvertently saw this vase and

the inscription her master had later added to the bottom. If the words "beloved" at the beginning weren't enough to explain

everything, the deep affection contained in the poem, "In the celestial realm, there are no mortal objects; how can I entrust my longing to him?" deeply moved her.

Her master leaving the ice flower to Wuyue was like leaving his own heart to him. He had wanted to take the vase with him, but he

couldn't ; the helplessness and deep regret in his heart were condensed into just a few words.

Her master spared no effort in ensuring Wuyue mastered the Lesser Yang Heart Sutra, and left behind the Dragon and Phoenix True Technique for him and Wuyue to

cultivate together , hoping to reunite in the celestial realm and continue their past love. This was probably

the main reason why her master had always refused to accept him as a disciple or as an adopted son.

She had never understood why her master and grandmaster, who had been together for so many years and ascended to immortality together, couldn't become a

divine couple. At that moment, she finally understood: her master loved Wuyue, and loved him very, very deeply!

Inspired by her master's actions, when she discovered that she too had fallen in love with Wuyue,

she was deeply entangled in a web of infatuation, unable to extricate herself. She craved to possess his love, his food, clothing, shelter, his increasingly prominent masculine

characteristics as he entered puberty, and everything about him!

From then on, she was plunged into immense pain and distress. She would become jealous if any beautiful woman glanced at him, and his

careful scrutiny of other women was like a knife to her heart. As these things happened

more and more often, she felt she was on the verge of collapse, and her behavior became increasingly erratic. She would often fly into a rage and beat her beloved, seemingly finding more pleasure in beating him the deeper her love. Although

each time she calmed down, she would be filled with remorse, holding him in her arms and showering him with tenderness, wishing she could punch

herself to death!

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