【The Legend of the Heavenly Soul】(3)

Chapter 3 of The Legend of the Heavenly Soul

: The fusion of human and demon constitution caused Qianfan's body temperature to rise. His lower body, having been maliciously ravaged,

was flushed crimson, his orifices hot and moist—a rare and intoxicating place.

As the burly man's fingers withdrew, trickles of nectar flowed down, dripping onto the ground, forming glistening

puddles , filling the air with a sour, salty smell. The breasts beneath the burly man's hands were much fuller,

their lines full and beautiful, their thin skin white with a hint of pink, incredibly soft to the touch, brimming with juice, like

ripe peaches. He felt the time was right, and lowered his head to suckle again, but this time, he still

couldn't draw anything out.

With his last ounce of strength, Qianfan closed his milk ducts, refusing to open

them to let anyone suckle his milk, no matter how much they tormented him—it was his last remaining dignity as a man.

"Damn it!" The burly man slapped him across the face, roaring angrily, "You bitch, you can't stand not being fucked!

Let's see how long you can keep this up!" With that, he pulled down his pants and forcefully thrust into Qianfan's

lower body .

" The boy only saw the man scream "Ah—" as his soft, snake-like body tensed instantly

. From the angle on the bed, he could only see the man's head thrown back, the pained expression on his face, his

heaving chest, and the erect nipples on his full breasts. He couldn't see which opening the man had penetrated,

couldn't see the thick glans plunging into the man's vulnerable lower body like a sword being sheathed, couldn't see the tearing opening constantly

flowing with bright red blood.

The violent thrusting almost caused Qianfan to lose control of her milk ducts; a little milky white fluid oozed from her nipples. The burly

man was overjoyed: "You slut, you finally came!" He opened his mouth and sucked on the hard nipple, pulling it upwards forcefully,

but apart from a tiny bit of milk sticking out, he couldn't suck anything else. Angrily pulling away,

the burly man slapped Qianfan again: "Still pretending to be a virtuous woman! You filthy bitch whore! I'll teach you to pretend—

pretend—" Like a crazed beast, he aimed his finger at Qianfan's nipple and stabbed it hard, denting the center of

her breast and squeezing out the milk, causing it to swell like a lifebuoy.

"Ah...don't...I can't take it..." Qianfan pleaded, her breast

pinned down , the cold floor beneath her. She dared not breathe, even the slightest rise and fall of her chest brought

excruciating pain.

Seeing her finally yield, the burly man became even more arrogant. “You can’t take it? You filthy bitch, my darling hasn’t even had his fun yet

.” He used his free hand to lift one of Qianfan’s thighs and began thrusting, gradually increasing the speed. Qianfan

’s body was pulled back and forth by him, his moans becoming more urgent and

intense .

“Ah…enough, enough! No…please stop…ah ah…please don’t…”

His injured flower hole couldn’t withstand the abuse; every pull caused him excruciating pain.

The burly man was enjoying the sensation of being squeezed so tightly that he no longer cared about Qianfan’s breast milk, focusing solely on thrusting into his lower body:

“Tight, so tight, you…you’re amazing!”

Qianfan’s chest heaved, his two white thighs draped over the burly man’s shoulders, swaying back and forth.

His lower body was filled to the brim; the honey and blood inside couldn’t flow out, so they flowed back in, making his lower abdomen

bulge slightly. He was raped again for no reason. Each time the piercing pain returned, he was certain he was alive, living

a painful life in this world. If life was so painful, why didn't he die? Tears blurred his vision; he

couldn't find the answer. Exhausted, both physically and mentally, he could no longer endure the torment. Slowly, slowly, he went limp,

his hands falling to the ground, ceasing his futile resistance. Yet, he still tightly closed his nipples, refusing to let the shameful fluids

fall into his rapist's mouth.

The brute, having tasted the exquisite pleasure of his body, attacked with even greater force.

"Ah!!" Qianfan cried out, opening his eyes. Good heavens! He noticed the child's gaze. The child on the bed

had woken up sometime earlier, staring at him with wide, curious eyes. In those innocent

eyes, he seemed to see his own filthy self. No! The boy was so young; he shouldn't have to

see . "No! Don't look...you...don't look..." He gasped for breath, not wanting to

negatively influence the child. His pleas were powerless to stop the child's probing gaze. Filled with anxiety and shame,

his lower orifice suddenly tightened, and the rough man roared, his semen gushing out with a "squeak" inside him.

Even after the release, his weapon remained hard. It was abruptly pulled out, causing Qianfan to let out a soft, tender cry, a sound that

sent shivers down one's spine. The man's penis swelled even more; he was still not satisfied and wanted to thrust his treasure into Qianfan's

other orifice.

"That's enough, isn't it? I'm tired just watching you go through all this." A childish voice rang out. The child pushed away

the woman's stiff body, skipped off the bed, and sat down at the antique black pear wood eight-immortal table. He poured himself

a cup of steaming tea and sipped it contentedly.

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