[A Great Hero] [Chapters 1-3] [Author: snow_xefd (Xue Fan)]

Chapter 1: Mountain Delicacies
"A whole day on mountain roads, not a soul in sight. If we don't find some fun to tide us over, won't we suffocate?" Muttering, Fang Renli turned his horse around, spurred it on, and galloped off, retracing his steps.
The Fang family was one of the wealthiest in town. After three daughters, they finally had Fang Renli, their youngest son. He was pampered and spoiled, needless to say. Now fourteen or fifteen, although intelligent and gifted, he could only manage a few words, and while he could ride a horse out of town, his knowledge of music, chess, calligraphy, and painting was superficial. He had given up on swordsmanship and martial arts halfway through. All that remained was his handsome face and good looks, which aided his pleasures.
Ever since he was twelve and forced himself on his own maid, Fang Renli had become a name feared by all the women in town. He would flirt with those he could, and if he couldn't, he'd at least try to get a taste of their charms. If he found anything appealing, he'd grope their buttocks, or knead their breasts. Even if their faces weren't pretty, or they were as old as his mother, he'd still take advantage of them.
As for his three beautiful older sisters, the eldest was always pampered like a child, and he'd already taken full advantage of her. The second sister was meek and gentle, and he'd kiss her neckline whenever he felt like it. The only one who was a bit more assertive, the third sister, whom he didn't dare to approach directly, he'd bribed the maid to drill a hole in the wall so he could feast his eyes on her while she bathed. He also had a clever, silver-tongued maidservant between his legs to suckle and lick her until her mouth was full of sticky flesh.
Such a lustful glutton couldn't possibly stay still for almost a whole month.
To be honest, Fang Renli was reluctant to go on this long journey. Without the alluring ladies of Cuiyan Pavilion and the fine wines and delicacies of Piaoxiang Tower, he spent his days traveling by carriage and horseback, staying in inns, without even seeing a landlady to flirt with. His scrotum was practically bursting with pent-up desire.
Firstly, this time the whole family was going, leaving him alone at home would be inconvenient for expenses, and without money, much of the fun would be lost. Secondly, his eldest sister had married far away last year, becoming the wife of a martial arts family. He hadn't buried his face in those soft, full breasts for over half a year, and he was practically haunted by them. He certainly didn't want to miss this opportunity to visit. Thirdly, among the escorts he hired for the journey was a new female bodyguard, supposedly a female knight-errant who had suffered setbacks in her travels and retired from the martial world. She was tall, long-legged, slim-waisted, and had a shapely bottom—quite alluring. He was preoccupied with how to seduce her, which gave him some motivation.
After traveling for seven or eight days, the female bodyguard he wanted to seduce ignored him completely. His second and third sisters even rode in a carriage with their parents, leaving him no chance to take advantage. This frustrated him so much that even the cows he saw on the road seemed to exude a seductive charm.
Just before the group entered the mountains, he caught a glimpse of a young girl, likely the daughter of a hunter from the surrounding area. She was about fourteen or fifteen years old, tall, and carrying a bamboo basket, probably heading into the forest to gather wild delicacies to sell. Being a girl raised in the wild, although she looked quite thin, her floral trousers and jacket no longer fit her properly, revealing a section of her forearm and calf. Her forearm was firm and muscular, and her calf was slender and shapely. He immediately swallowed hard.
After much deliberation, he found an excuse to let them go first, and rode back.
The deep mountains were rife with bandits, and the bandits' shouts were very loud. Hearing the echoes from afar, Fang Renli could already see the target that had made him turn back.
The girl treated him like a passerby, paying him no mind, and continued to push aside the tall grass with a stick, probing deeper into the denser woods.
Fang Renli licked his lips, looked around, and seeing that there was indeed no one around in the desolate wilderness, he was overjoyed. He found a secluded spot, tied up his horse, and happily strolled towards the girl's direction.
He always liked to use force, but it was usually inconvenient in town. He could only have a good time occasionally, and even then, he had to be careful not to cause any trouble.
But now, in this area near the deep mountains and forests, far from any village or shop, with no one around for miles, the thought of wrestling and struggling with the girl, finally overpowering her, seeing her both ashamed and angry but helpless, only able to let him penetrate her and defile her, made his manhood hard and erect, bulging his trousers.
After walking about seven or eight paces into the woods, he spotted the girl in the distance. She had untied her basket and placed it aside, squatting on the root of an old tree, digging for something with a small shovel. Judging from her careful movements, she seemed to be gathering herbs.
Her clothes were already a bit too tight, and with her squatting like that, a large section of her lower back opened up, revealing a small patch of her fair waist. Her trousers looked like they were about to burst open, barely containing her round, plump buttocks.
Tsk… such a beautiful waist, connected to such a wonderful bottom. Holding her from behind and thrusting into her would be incredibly pleasurable. Fang Renli's mouth went dry. His eyes were fixed on the scattered dead branches and leaves on the ground as he carefully followed the solid ground, afraid of disturbing this delicious meal that was about to be devoured.
Unfortunately, his skill in climbing over walls required a servant to step on him, so moving silently through the forest was nothing short of a pipe dream. He had only taken three steps when the girl heard a sound. She turned around alertly and saw a strange man. She immediately held the small shovel to her chest, glanced at him with her dark eyes in a panic, picked up the bamboo basket beside her, and darted behind a tree.
"Hey? Hey! Miss, wait a minute!" Fang Renli hurriedly ran over. But even on flat ground, let alone in these mountains, he might not be able to catch up with this girl who lived off the land. He composed himself and quickly put on his usual pretentious act, standing there with a righteous expression, and said loudly, "Miss, I just wanted to ask for directions. Do I look like a bandit?"
He was handsome and had a certain heroic air about him. His clothes were also quite expensive. Standing there with such an imposing and upright posture was indeed very attractive to women. This was one of his most important skills, just like his sweet talk.
The young girl, a mere mountain herder, knew nothing of social etiquette. Thinking he was truly lost, she hesitated for a moment before emerging from behind a distant tree, still holding her small shovel. From a distance of several feet, she asked crisply, "Young man, where are you going?"
From the front, the girl was merely pretty, but her youthful energy and the subtle wildness of a mountain dweller amplified Fang Renli's lust. He didn't show it on his face, but pointed in the direction his family had gone, saying, "I've gotten separated from my family. They're heading southwest through the mountains. I wanted to ask you, young lady, if there's any shortcut I can take to catch up with them?"
He asked softly as he walked towards her.
After all, he was a rather handsome young man, and judging from his attire, he seemed to come from a wealthy family. The girl relaxed her guard somewhat, letting out an "oh" as she turned to the side and pointed to a higher spot, saying, "Climb up this way, there's a mountain path behind it. Walk for about ten miles, and there's a dilapidated post station at the bottom of the mountain where you can buy a horse. You won't catch up like this."
"What if I had a horse? I'd tie it up outside the woods," Fang Renli replied, taking a few more steps closer until he could clearly see the pale blue veins on the back of the girl's hand, which was gripping the strap of her basket.
The girl sensed something was wrong and turned her head, saying, "You have a horse? If you have a horse, why don't you just chase after me? Riding a horse along the mountain path is much better than you trying to run on your own two legs..."
Before she could finish speaking, she saw Fang Renli leap towards her, and immediately screamed in fright, throwing her basket at him and turning to run.
"Good sister, don't be afraid, brother just wants to get intimate with you," Fang Renli said, pushing aside the basket and grabbing the girl's wrist.
"Let go! Let go!" The girl panicked. He grabbed her wrist, and the small shovel in her hand fell to the ground. Without anything to defend herself, she panicked even more, her face turning pale. She struggled desperately, pulling and tugging.
Fang Renli, after all, was a half-baked martial artist who had practiced a few moves and read a few manuals. He was much stronger than the woman. After struggling and tugging for several steps, he finally managed to pull the girl into his arms.
Being a girl raised in the mountains, her body was supple and bouncy to the touch. While her muscular build lacked some of the fullness and softness of a typical woman, it immediately conjured up images of her long legs clamped tightly together,
creating an intoxicating scene of pleasure. "Shameless! Let me go! Let me go! Help! Someone's assaulting me! Help!" Driven to her wits' end by his groping, the girl fought back with all her might, screaming and kicking as she struggled, one elbow thrusting backward, the other hand scratching wherever it touched.
"Eh? Hey... Hey, don't yell, don't yell! Don't hit me, don't hit me!" Fang Renli hadn't expected this mountain girl to be so tactless, genuinely resisting such a handsome and dashing young master like him. What's more, she was quite strong, and he couldn't subdue her for a moment. Although he still held her tightly in his arms, he had taken several blows, which were burning painful, and he couldn't free his hands to take advantage of her.
The girl, whose chastity was in danger, was unlikely to stop obediently. She bent over, lowered her head, and thrust backward forcefully, her head hitting Fang Renli's chin, making him dizzy and almost causing him to let go.
"Good girl, good girl, I'm genuinely attracted to your beauty, I couldn't help myself, just let me touch you." Fang Renli dodged another headbutt, quickly withdrew his hand, took out a piece of silver from his pocket, and stuffed it into the girl's hand, saying repeatedly, "I'll just touch it, just touch it, be good, this silver is my greeting gift. Please, just relieve my lovesickness."
That piece of silver was at least six or seven qian (a unit of weight). This mountain girl worked hard all day in the mountains, and the things she brought back could only be exchanged for a few dozen wen (another unit of currency). She had never touched a whole piece of silver before.
Her voice immediately went hoarse, her slender fingers tightly gripping the piece of silver, frozen in place, stunned and somewhat at a loss.
Knowing that the other party was already somewhat tempted, Fang Renli felt relieved. Knowing that he couldn't provoke her too much, he left his left arm around her waist to prevent her from suddenly breaking free and running away. With his other hand, he began to stroke her abdomen in circles through her thin undershirt, praising her repeatedly how cute and charming she was.
This naive girl had never experienced such a test before. The heavy silver coins made her unable to let go, and she thought that although this lecherous man was shameless and lustful, he was still quite handsome. Touching her... wasn't such a big deal? She trembled slightly, carefully lowering one hand to hold up her waistband, and whispered, "You...you can't take off my pants."
Tsk...it seems this little girl isn't entirely ignorant about matters of the heart. Fang Renli had originally intended to lure her away and coax her into virginity, but he hadn't expected that this girl, living in a poor mountain village, would have been well-informed from the gossip of the shrewish women in the neighborhood, let alone the fact that she was at the budding age of her youth and often busy outside. Her mother had, of course, long ago instructed her on what to protect, lest she bring shame to her family after marriage and be dragged to the stream and drowned in a pig cage.
Fang Renli hadn't been with a woman for several days, and he wasn't just hard and eager to find a place to penetrate. Hearing her relent, he stopped struggling and, overjoyed, reached up and directly covered her slightly protruding breasts.
At first glance, she seemed like a naive young girl who hadn't fully grown up yet. But once he touched her, he realized that there was cloth wrapped inside her jacket, which had flattened her soft, round breasts into two flat mounds. Fang Renli had touched countless pairs of breasts, and just by grabbing them through the clothes, he knew that once the cloth was removed, two white, tender, soft, and bouncy little rabbits would definitely pop out.
The girl was both ashamed and anxious. She cried out and shrank back, but with silver in her hand and no one actually trying to take off her pants, she felt guilty and dared not protest. She could only add in a trembling voice, "You...you can just touch me through my clothes. Don't...don't put your hands inside."
Fang Renli's hand was already touching the hem of her clothes. Hearing her say this, his eyes darted around, and he chuckled, breathing hot air into her ear as he said, "Good girl, I'll listen to you. I won't put my hands inside. But you should do me a favor and untie those strips of cloth, okay? Otherwise, with so many layers in between, the more I touch, the more anxious I get, and I won't let you go."
The girl was already flustered. Fang Renli, only thinking of getting rid of him quickly and getting the money, thought that there was no difference between one layer and two layers of separation, so he nodded and reached into his jacket, untying the cloth as he whispered, "Then you have to help me tie it tight again later, otherwise it will be inconvenient to work in the mountains."
As soon as the cloth loosened, Fang Renli immediately understood why she said that. The jacket, which was originally only slightly short but barely fit his chest and abdomen, immediately created two high mounds at his chest, making the buttons almost burst open from the collar. Even the hem that had been close to his stomach had a gap, enough to fit a hand.
"Good girl, your breasts are really beautiful." Fang Renli's eyes lit up, and he couldn't help but use both hands at the same time, pressing one with his palm and giving it a beautiful squeeze.
The girl groaned and gritted her teeth to resist, only clenching her small fists.
In a farming family, a large bust was a symbol of abundant milk, and walking through the fields inevitably attracted the attention of idle men. Therefore, she had long felt ashamed. Since going up the mountain to pick fruit and traversing the forest was indeed inconvenient, she stayed hidden, enduring the chest tightness and shortness of breath. Now, being praised by him, she felt no joy, only hoping that her breasts could satisfy this whore who knew where he came from, so that she could save nearly an ounce of her own money.
His hands rubbed and kneaded, playing with the full flesh until it was deformed. Fang Renli's blood boiled. Looking at the skin peeking out from beside the girl's braided hair, connecting to the faint blush at her earlobe, he couldn't help but kiss it.
"Ah...you, you kiss me!" The girl tensed up, immediately bending her elbow to block him, saying, "We agreed it was just a touch, you, you can't go back on your word! I'm very strong, you...you dare to break the rules, I, I'll hit you!"
Fang Renli loved seeing unwilling women eventually succumb to his advances, but today he figured it would be difficult to rely solely on strength, and even if he succeeded, it probably wouldn't be satisfying. He had been pent up with desire for so long, he had to release it properly, so he took out another piece of silver from his pocket and stuffed it into her hand, panting as he licked her earlobe, saying, "Good sister, here, I still have some silver here. You asked me to kiss you, it's just a kiss, it won't affect your future marriage. If you don't say anything and I don't say anything, who will know your little mouth has kissed someone else?"
This made sense, and there wouldn't be any blood on her lips to prove it. The girl bit her lip, but still turned her face away from his mouth, clearly still hesitant.
“Good girl, kissing is actually a pleasurable thing. If you feel uncomfortable, I promise I'll stop, and the money will be given away for free. Turn around, turn around and try.” Fang Renli had already kneaded her breasts until they were erect, urging her to kiss them, but his fingers didn’t stop for a moment, pinching and twisting the two slightly hard buds.
Her body was getting weaker and weaker from the kneading of the two palms on her chest, and it felt like hundreds of flying insects were buzzing in her heart, which was very annoying. She made up her mind, turned her head slightly, and at the same time took out a small purse from her bosom, hurriedly opened it, stuffed the money into it, and tied the mouth tightly.
She was just a country girl, so of course there was no rouge on her lips, and no powder on her face. Her cheeks were still blushing, but her lips were quite full and looked very soft and delicious. Fang Renli was hungry at the moment, so he swallowed a mouthful of saliva and immediately stretched his neck like a duck and sucked on her mouth.
Fang Renli had been frequenting brothels since he was twelve. In the past three or four years, he had ruined countless girls' bodies and tasted the pleasures of countless courtesans. He probably knew every part of a woman's body better than they knew themselves. Now that he had the chance to take control of her mouth, he immediately used all his skills to lick and suck, attacking the girl's lips.
She had never been kissed before and had no idea how to respond. In no time, his teeth were pried open, and a very nimble tongue plunged in, licking even the back of her teeth and cheeks. She felt ashamed and tried to push it away with her tongue, but this only pleased him more. He teased and sucked, and in no time, his tongue was entwined with hers. He then lured her tongue to his mouth and began to play with it.
Eating and drinking inevitably involve touching the mouth, so the girl initially thought a kiss was just him touching her mouth, nothing special. But the sensation was completely different. The places he kissed and licked felt tingly and numb, and his sucked tongue was almost limp. The kisses felt like a fire being lit within her, suddenly burning her heart and making her sweat.
Seeing the initial success, Fang Renli quickly slipped one hand under the cover of darkness, sneaking to the button clasp at her collar. Hearing her soft moans from the kisses, he seized the opportunity to unbutton one. Soon, the girl's blouse was wide open, revealing most of her full, round breasts.
He was already dissatisfied with the cumbersome fabric, so he immediately reached out and grabbed her breasts from inside the open blouse, secretly praising them as a perfect pair, and began to knead and play with them eagerly.
Having a robust physique, the girl's breasts, though large, were not loose; full as melons, they still allowed the two bright red nipples to stand proudly erect, their lower edges drooping heavily in a rounded shape large enough to fill a palm. A slight pressure from the fingers would sink in halfway, plump and soft. The only flaw was that, being a farm girl, her skin lacked the necessary nourishment and moisture.
A mountain breeze swept by, and the girl felt a chill on her chest, suddenly realizing that a pair of warm hands had directly covered her breasts. Panicked, she quickly withdrew her tongue, trying to avoid his pursuing mouth, and stammered, "You...how...how did you undress me!"
"My dear, you're so alluring, clothes can't really ease my desire. It's just a touch, what difference does it make whether there are clothes or not?" Fang Renli explained repeatedly, while gently teasing the most vulnerable nipples, his touch becoming much gentler.
The girl bit her lip and hesitated for a long time. Perhaps hearing his aggrieved tone, she felt it was a bit unreasonable to only allow him to kiss her after receiving so much money. So she tightened her grip on her waistband and whispered, "Then...then I won't let you kiss me. You...
you can touch me." Fang Renli was an expert at taking advantage of people's advances, so he immediately said, "It's fine if you don't let me kiss you, but you have to touch me."
"Touch you? What...what's so good about touching you?"
"You don't understand. It feels really good for men and women to touch each other. Think about how it feels when I touch you. You've taken the money and you're just enjoying yourself. Can't you help me have some fun too?" Seeing that she didn't intend to run away, Fang Renli quickly unbuckled his belt, pulled it out and draped it over his arm. With a sway of his body, his pants fell down, revealing a penis the size of a child's arm, standing high between his legs.
This treasure was one of his assets for his womanizing. Several well-off women in town had been forced into sexual relations by him, and once they tasted the sweetness, they couldn't extricate themselves.
However, this thing was of little use to an inexperienced girl, only adding to her fear. So, as soon as he pulled down his pants, he moved his body behind her, so she wouldn't see it, and pressed it against her lower back, saying, "Good girl, help me touch it, so I can get my fill sooner and let you go home sooner, right? You can hide this secret stash of money well, and buy some rouge and powder to dress up in the future, and I guarantee you'll marry into a good family."
The girl was already flustered by his words. After hesitating for a long time, she turned her hand back and bit her lip, saying, "You... you touch it with it. See where it pleases you."
“Of course, it’s here.” Fang Renli was overjoyed. He pressed the girl’s small hands against his erect penis, his mouth close to her neck as he said repeatedly, “This is a man’s treasure. Hold it and stroke it back and forth.”
She squeezed it, feeling as if she were holding a warm bone, long and thick, a vital organ, unlike her younger brother’s small and delicate one. She mustered her courage and moved it back and forth, the soft leather covering the thing sliding back and forth like a sleeve.
Fang Renli had been surrounded by women for a long time, so this kind of manipulation was obviously not enough for him. But he pretended to keep talking about how pleasurable it was, coaxing her to focus all her attention on his penis, while he secretly freed his hands, temporarily releasing the two hardened nipples, and took off the belt draped over his arm.
The girl was completely unaware that the greatest crisis was imminent. She was still secretly relieved that the lecherous man had finally released her breasts; they were swollen and throbbing from his caresses, and even her bladder area felt sore. Although there was some pleasure in it, she still felt uneasy. She preferred to let him rub his manhood with his hands behind his back, earning some money.
This position was inconvenient, so she hesitated, blushing, and whispered, "Can I...can I turn around? It's so awkward using this much force; my arms are aching."
Fang Renli hummed in agreement, but knew in his heart that this was a golden opportunity. He immediately used a lasso technique he had learned from hunters, looping the belt around the girl's wrist.
"Hey! What are you doing!" The girl's wrist tightened, and she immediately realized something was wrong. She tried to escape with her other hand, but Fang Renli, who was already waiting nearby, easily looped the belt around her wrist, grabbed one end, and yanked it hard, quickly tying a tight knot.
Now unable to break free, the girl's eyes reddened with anger. She cried out, "Why...why are you tying me up! We agreed it would only be a little touching and kissing!
Why are you tying me up!" Fang Renli chuckled, "Sister, if I went to a brothel for a few taels of silver, I could at least spend the whole night there. But here, all I get is a little touching and kissing? Isn't that a huge loss?" As he spoke, he turned the girl around, pulled her into his arms, and happily shrugged, opening his mouth to swallow half of her swaying, snow-white breasts.
"Shameless! Shameless! Vulgar! You broke your promise! You're a stinking bastard!" The girl cried out in anger, her curses incessant, but her hands were bound and she could only wriggle like a fish. She couldn't escape his lips and tongue. Soon, her tender nipples were sucked until they swelled up, plump like half-grown cherries.
“Good girl, I didn’t ask you for the money back, so how can you say I went back on my word? As for touching and kissing you, I didn’t agree to let you go.” Fang Renli left the two nipples covered in saliva with satisfaction, raised his hand and rubbed the breasts a couple of times, and laughed, “Your good rabbits are making my dick almost split open. Besides all that money, you have to help me out, right?”
“Then why did you tie me up!” The girl wasn’t stupid. Seeing that the distance was a little further, she raised her leg and used her knee to push her away, cursing, “You tied my hands properly, you’re obviously going to do something bad! I think you’re a decent person, how can you be so shameless!”
Fang Renli had learned a little bit of martial arts, and he was already on guard. He immediately dodged to the side, flashed behind the girl, grabbed her belt and pulled it up, pressing down with his elbow. She groaned in pain and bent over, sticking out her tight, round buttocks.
"Anyway, I'm shameless enough to do this, so I'm determined to try your fresh mountain delicacy today!" Fang Renli laughed and reached out to undo the girl's belt. He pulled down her tight cloth pants in one go, revealing her firm, compact thighs and crotch.
Having been a girl accustomed to hunting in the mountains, her thighs were quite full, and when she exerted brute force, they became taut and hard. At the end of her thighs, a thin line of dark pubic hair tightly nestled, small in size but quite thick, curly and glossy, even more robust than the black hair on her head. The line of dark hair connected to the rosy valley, revealing her virgin vulva; the labia were tightly closed, the mons pubis flat, and the enchanting little hole inside was barely visible.
Fang Renli, panting heavily, dodged the girl's kick backward, then, taking advantage of the situation, pressed forward, making it impossible for her to stand. She fell to her knees with a thud, her head and face burying themselves in the grass. He took the opportunity to tighten his belt, preventing her from getting up. He spread his legs and straddled her struggling buttocks like a horse, pressing his penis down with one hand. The head of his egg-sized penis pressed tightly against the slightly moist, tender, and soft entrance of her vagina. He chuckled, "Good girl, I'll teach you a good method. In the future, take a piece of chicken intestine, wrap some chicken blood in it, and stuff it into your hole. On your wedding night, when your man fucks you, you pretend to be in excruciating pain. You'll still bleed profusely. I guarantee you'll be able to handle it."
"Pah! I...I was a perfectly good virgin..." the girl said angrily, her voice filled with shame and rage. But halfway through her sentence, she felt a sudden, excruciating pain in her buttocks, a burning, bloated sensation rushing into her body. It felt as if a wooden stake was clamped between her legs, the pain making her waist tremble. The rest of her curse turned into a scream, "Ahhhhh—"
Fang Renli's genitals were also being pulled painfully, but compared to the satisfaction he had gained, it was nothing. He happily loosened his belt, kneading the girl's buttocks with both hands, rocking his hips back and forth, manipulating the newly blossoming bud with bloodshot veins, while laughing, "Virgin? You're no longer one, are you?"
"Shameless! Bastard! You bastard! I'll haunt you even as a ghost!" The girl knew her virginity was gone forever, her vision blurred and she almost fainted. After regaining her breath, she burst into a tirade of curses.
Unfortunately, the penis was causing her tender, painful vulva to split open, and her curses were punctuated by painful moans, instantly diminishing her momentum.
Fang Renli was enjoying himself immensely, thrusting into her tender flower, and didn't want to hear any more of the jarring curses. He reached out and grabbed the cloth wrapped around the girl's chest, rolled it into a ball, and then, with a thought, pulled his thick, long penis out, wiping it haphazardly with the cloth, staining it crimson. He then grabbed her hair and shoved it into her mouth, laughing, "Your precious first blood, you can keep it in your mouth and taste it, but don't swallow it."
The girl's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets, her mouth filled with a salty, bitter taste, and her curses were all blocked, turning into muffled groans that escaped from her nose, which only further aroused the man's lust.
Fang Renli, finally getting some peace and quiet, clapped his hands, grabbed the girl by the waist, lifted her up, aligned his penis with her vaginal opening,
and thrust in without any tenderness. "Ugh—" the girl groaned, her eyes rolling back, her labia stretched wide, clinging to the dark shaft like wet petals. His penis throbbed, relentlessly sliding in and out.
"Good girl, your tender flesh is so tight, it's making my back numb. Is your clitoris numb? Do you want me to thrust harder?" Fang Renli, relying on his ample endowment, repeatedly thrust all the way in. The virgin's vagina, experiencing intercourse for the first time, had no idea what intercourse was. Even though the soft flesh of her core had some sensation, it was completely masked by the pain of tearing and grinding. Naturally, the girl cried and shook her head repeatedly.
Unexpectedly, Fang Renli laughed, "You women are naturally inclined to shake your heads and act coy. Remember when I fucked Zhang Sao behind the outhouse? She cried and screamed like she was going to hang herself. I told her I'd rub her entrance, and she shook her head like a rattle-drum. But what happened? I rubbed it until her bones were soft, until she was all teary-eyed and sucked my cock for a while. This hypocrisy is really a headache."
With each word he spoke, his hard cock head slammed into the girl's clitoris, making her vagina seem several inches longer. He thrust nearly a hundred times. Even if she hadn't tried to gag herself, the girl was too weak to speak, and even her moans were almost silent.
Her bright black eyes gradually turned into two stagnant pools with each swaying motion.
Seeing that her legs had stopped kicking and struggling, Fang Renli knew she had been raped and was exhausted. He chuckled, his hands moving up her waist and kneading her plump, white breasts hanging in the grass. He stopped thrusting and instead gently rubbed his glans against her clitoris, saying, "Good girl, are you enjoying yourself? Is your body going weak? It's mainly because you're a virgin, it hurts a lot. If I had time, I could spend a few days with you and let you know what it feels like. You definitely wouldn't ask me for money anymore."
The girl was heartbroken. Although she did feel a strange, sour, and swollen sensation in her clitoris, it couldn't overcome the numbing pain. She could only weep, cursing him in her heart while hoping he would stop soon and stop tormenting her. Fang Renli
hadn't tasted sex in a long time, and even with his superhuman endurance, he was now thoroughly aroused by the virgin's tender hole. Even though he slowed down and only thrust deep inside, his penis couldn't help but throb slightly.
"Good girl, your brother is coming. You'd better catch him well, and then you can give your brother a healthy baby boy." Fang Renli lifted his body, flipped the girl over so she was face up, grabbed her thighs with both hands, pressed and folded them towards her chest, raising her swollen vulva high in the air. He thrust into her several times from top to bottom, his body shuddered, and with a final thrust, his glans released, and thick semen immediately filled the woman's uterus.
"Waaah! Waaah! Waaah—" The girl shook her head desperately, tears streaming down her face as she begged and pleaded.
Fang Renli remained unmoved, grinning as he leaned closer and kissed her forehead, saying, "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid. If you really don't have your period, quickly choose a husband and urge him to marry you within half a month. Use my methods to coax him into the bridal chamber, then use your seductive skills to pester him every night, tricking him into making love to you. If you fuck you like I have for a few days, then you'll be the father of this child."
The girl was filled with shame and indignation, slowly turning her head away, refusing to look at him again.
He exerted his strength in his groin, squeezing the last bit of semen into her body, before finally withdrawing his penis with satisfaction. He tore off a large leaf to cushion his fall, plopped down, and began to rest.
The girl had only been waiting for him to finish and leave, but to her surprise, he seemed completely unconcerned, his dark eyes filled with confusion, and he hummed softly twice.
Fang Renli laughed, "Why are you rushing me? I've been holding back for over ten days, and I only ejaculated once. How can I be satisfied? Let me catch my breath, and then I'll give you another round of pleasure."
The girl was struck dumb, her whole body trembling with anger. She twisted her body desperately, but her legs ached terribly, and she was too weak from his ravaging to even stand up.
Fang Renli saw her body sway, her breasts heaving beautifully, and he immediately had an idea. He took a water bag from her basket, poured it onto her chest, and washed away the mud and grime. Then, he sat on her chest, straddling her breasts, revealing a patch of snowy, soft flesh. He squeezed her breasts and thrust his penis into the center of her cleavage, pushing and shoving as if having sex.
Even her breasts were violated, and the girl's face turned bright red. She mustered her strength and thrust twice, but she couldn't shake him off.
Fang Renli, his lust aroused and his virility restored by the smooth, full flesh of her breasts, decided to stop wasting time to avoid straying too far from the caravan. He pressed himself between her legs and, following the flow of bloody semen, thrust himself deep into her swollen, narrow vulva.
"Ugh—ugh—" The girl was dug into the mud by the hand behind her back, even her fingernails were broken. Alas, heaven was blind; her eyes, staring blankly through the gaps in the branches, could only see pale gray, somber fragments, swaying with the pain in her lower body…
After more than an hour, Fang Renli finally returned to where he had tied his horse, satisfied. He also retrieved the loose silver from before, not for the money, but to see the girl's expression of grief and shame as she was rendered unresponsive by the rape.
He tossed the silver a couple of times, laughed heartily, mounted his horse, and chased after his relatives.
As the horse galloped into the mountains, a light drizzle began to fall. He was delighted, thinking he finally had an excuse to avoid the chafing on his inner thighs and squeeze into the carriage to sit between his second and third sisters, indulging his urges.
He spurred his horse on, hurrying along for a while, calculating that he should catch up with the carriage, but still hadn't heard the loud sound of smuggling. Fang Renli felt slightly puzzled and had to whip the horse a few more times.
Rounding a bend in the forest path, several old trees suddenly blocked the way, almost startling him off his horse.
He steadied the reins, about to curse, when his expression suddenly changed, a chill running down his spine.
In the crisp mountain breeze, amidst the misty rain, there was a distinctly strong smell of blood!
Chapter Two: Wild Game
Fang Renli panicked, reining in his horse and looking left and right. One side was bordered by mountains, the other by a sparse forest. Seeing the cart tracks and hoofprints on the ground, lying among the weeds, the caravan and his family must have gone this way.
He dared not linger any longer, whipping his horse and chasing after them, his voice trembling as he cried out, "Father! Mother! Second Sister! Third Sister! Where are you?"
After galloping for several dozen paces, he heard no reply from his family. Suddenly, three or four burly men leaped from the bushes on either side, wielding heavy, gleaming black sabers, their faces contorted with rage and exuding a menacing aura. They charged forward, shouting.
"Help! Bandits!" Fang Renli was terrified. He nearly whipped his horse
's rump, galloping away in a panic. He hadn't gone far when his horse suddenly neighed loudly, buckled, and collapsed, seemingly tripping over something. Despite his rudimentary martial arts skills and quick reflexes, his body didn't know how to react, and he tumbled several times into the mud, landing sprawled in a patch of filth.
The mud reeked of blood. Cursing under his breath, he struggled to his feet, only to find his hands sticky and uncomfortable. Looking up, he discovered his palms were covered in brownish-red blood. Terrified, he screamed and scrambled backward.
After crawling a few feet, his hand slipped on a hard, furry ball in the grass, causing him to stumble and fall flat on his face, nearly twisting his back.
Furious, he scrambled to his feet and kicked the ball out of the grass. Looking closely, he saw it was a bloodied human head. The face, filled with shock and fear, was familiar—it belonged to the镖局 (security company) that had protected his family.
How…how could this have happened! He clutched his hair, turning to check if the horse was still rideable, but the shouts in the distance rapidly approached. He dared not turn back, and had no choice but to steel himself and run after the cart tracks. The lightness skill he had practiced for two or three years, aside from its use for stealing incense, was probably only being used most vigorously now.
Gradually, more and more corpses appeared on both sides, but there were fewer bodyguards; instead, there were more burly bandits lying dead.
Fang Renli had no time to count; he simply wiped the filth from his face haphazardly with his sleeve as he ran frantically.
Having been pampered and spoiled for so many years, he had never seen such a hellish scene. His crotch was wet; he must have wet himself earlier.
He didn't know how long he had run, but Fang Renli suddenly plunged into an open space. Looking up, he saw his parents' and sister's carriages parked in front of him, with a few scattered bodyguards flanking them, their backs to him, ready for action
. Only then did he feel a sense of relief. Tears streaming down his face, he stumbled over and cried, "Father! What...what happened?!" The women of the Fang family were all huddled inside the carriages. Fang's father, trembling, stood beside the carriage. Hearing Fang Renli's cry, he turned around with overjoyed surprise, trembling... Weiwei hugged him tightly, tears streaming down her face, calling out his childhood name, "Xiao'er, our family... our family has met with a terrible disaster today! Evil people are doing evil, evil people are doing evil! If it weren't for the skill of Lady Chen, our whole family and most of the escort agency would have perished here!"
Fang Renli mustered his courage and peeked out. Sure enough, the Lady Chen he had longed for was standing at the front, sword in hand, looking very spirited. There were more than ten corpses lying within a few feet around her.
Overjoyed, he felt a glimmer of hope and quickly pushed past his father, rushing forward to stand diagonally behind Lady Chen. He shouted at the seventeen or eighteen menacing bandits opposite him, "How dare you! My brother-in-law is the renowned swordsman of the Southwest, Du Taibai, the 'Falling Moon with a Cup of Wine.' You've offended me! Aren't you afraid he'll come and chop you all to pieces and feed you to the dogs?"
Lady Chen glared at him and retorted, "Shut up! You're all desperate criminals. Who would know the great swordsman Du? Use that energy to protect your sisters."
Fang Renli had only been showing off, and upon hearing the reprimand and seeing that the bandits showed no fear, he took two steps forward before shrinking back to the carriage.
His father, seeing his son covered in blood, was overcome with grief and tears streamed down his face. He held his son's hand, bombarding him with questions, fearing for the safety of the only son of the Fang family.
Fang Renli calmed down slightly, casually reassuring his panicked father while craning his neck to observe the battle ahead.
Two bandits seemed unable to contain themselves; they exchanged a glance, then split up and charged forward, swords in hand.
The female warrior, Chen Lan, had once earned the reputation of the "Water Dance Sword Demon" in the martial world, but due to the unstable political situation and her troubled love life, she had come to the town to live in anonymity as a bodyguard. She wouldn't care about a hundred or so ordinary bandits. As
the two broadswords slashed down, Chen Lan glided forward, her skirt billowing as she twisted her waist and launched a counter-attack, easily piercing the throat of the bandit on the right while simultaneously striking the wrist of the bandit on the left with her toe, disarming the other's broadsword. She then spun and slashed horizontally; before the ghost-headed saber even hit the ground, a head sprang up with a spurt of blood.
"I already said, get out of the way! I'm currently cultivating my character and don't want to take any more lives. Anyone who gets out of the way, I'll spare their life," Chen Lan said coldly, sword held across her chest, her imposing presence radiating authority. Fang Renli
stared in disbelief, inwardly thankful he hadn't used any underhanded tactics on this female bodyguard; otherwise, he would have run into a formidable force, suffering greatly in the process.
The bandits, however, showed little fear, not retreating an inch, only glaring at them with gritted teeth.
Chen Lan snorted coldly, saying, "What, you won't disperse? Do you have some backup?"
"That's right, I'm a bit slow, I arrived a little late. I didn't expect such a formidable fighter to be hidden in such an ordinary escort agency. I was careless," a hoarse, grating voice came from the side. Then, four burly men, sweating profusely, rushed out carrying a bamboo reclining chair and slowly placed it on the ground.
Fang Renli looked in the direction of the sound and was greatly disdainful. The person sitting on the recliner as if enjoying the cool air was actually a withered old man whose legs were broken at the knees and whose eyes had been gouged out, leaving only brownish-red eye sockets. He felt that he could easily knock him down and beat him up.
Chen Lan, however, was not careless. Instead, she cautiously turned around to face him directly and said, "Who are you? It's truly rare to see a mountain king dressed like this."
"I've been imprisoned for many years and only recently escaped. Judging from your age, it's unlikely you recognize me." The old man stroked his beard and said in a hoarse voice, "My surname is Sun, and my given name is Duan. Back when I was still wandering the martial world, a friend kindly bestowed upon me the nickname 'Mighty Demon God.' It's just a pity... that I look quite different now compared to my reputation."
"Mighty Demon God?" Chen Lan frowned slightly, pondered for a moment, and then her expression suddenly changed. She said, "You... didn't you join the Demonic Sect and become one of the Ten Protector Elders?"
"Eh? Young people these days really have some knowledge. That's all from many years ago. Now the Demonic Sect has fallen apart, so there are no Protector Elders left." Sun Duan's lips moved, and his hoarse voice was like a low murmur from a nightmare, chilling to the bone.
Chen Lan's pale throat bobbed twice, her almond-shaped eyes darting around as she carefully examined Sun Duan's eyes and legs. She then said in a deep voice, "Although you are a senior in the martial arts world, in your current state, you can hardly recapture the former might of the Mighty Demon God. Many of you have died today, and many of us have also perished. Let's just split things up and each go our own way, how about that?"
Sun Duan smiled sinisterly and said, "Now that the land is in ruins and war is raging, I've taken in these desperate outlaws, who are mostly just reckless fools with nowhere else to turn. No matter how many others die, as long as they have meat to eat, wine to drink, and women to sleep with, then..." " There won't be much sadness. As for me, I only came down the mountain to hunt game. Those useless men are dead, so be it. As long as you women are still alive, that's enough."
Chen Lan's expression changed, and she angrily retorted, "At your age, you've become a lecherous womanizer!"
Sun Duan slowly sat up and said calmly, "You're wrong. A lecherous womanizer only seeks fleeting, illusory pleasure. But I need you women to cultivate a peerless martial arts technique. You are also a martial artist; wouldn't it be a good thing to become part of this peerless technique?"
"Bah!" Chen Lan roared, "Nonsense! You've joined the Demonic Sect, practicing some evil art of 'yin-yang replenishment,' and you speak with such shamelessness! I hesitated to attack you because of your crippled state, but I never expected you, this crippled old dog, to be so ungrateful. Fine, I'll see what kind of unparalleled divine skill you've been practicing!"
Sun Duan sniffed and laughed, "At your age, you can still remain chaste, probably because your love life is troubled. Hehe, this is truly a golden opportunity. A virgin with good internal strength and pure yin essence can at least help me absorb seven or eight days' worth of internal energy. Even if you want to leave, I will never allow it."
"Shameless old thief! Take this!" Chen Lan, stung by his words, was filled with shame and anger. He leaped into the air, his longsword piercing Sun Duan's throat.
Sun Duan sneered, raising his hand and pinching his fingers together in mid-air, as if his blind eyes could see, accurately trapping Chen Lan's longsword between his fingers.
Chen Lan's expression changed drastically. She raised her hand and pulled, but the longsword remained unmoved, as if it were cast into a rock.
Sun Duan bent his arm and pulled, a surge of true energy flowing along the blade. Chen Lan couldn't release it in time; half her body went numb and she fell forward. Immediately, she felt a tightness in her chest as Sun Duan's withered left hand gripped half of her breast through her clothes.
"Practicing external martial arts too much, what a pity," Sun Duan said with a leisurely smile, giving it a
quick squeeze. Chen Lan's fair face flushed red instantly. She mustered her inner energy and slashed sharply with her left palm, aiming for Sun Duan's eye socket.
Sun Duan flicked his right hand, and with a clang, Chen Lan's longsword snapped in his hand. He flicked and thrust, and the broken sword pierced Chen Lan's left shoulder with lightning speed, passing right through the bone.
"Ah—" Chen Lan screamed in agony, her right hand releasing the sword as she tried to save herself.
Sun Duan flicked his finger, and the broken sword pierced through Chen Lan's shoulder with a soft "thud," its cold light flashing as it embedded itself in the back of a镖师 (bodyguard/escort) who was trying to sneak away. He immediately raised his arm to block Chen Lan's palm strike, his hand sliding down her right wrist with a series of cracking sounds like firecrackers, all the way to her shoulder.
Chen Lan screamed in agony; where Sun Duan's hand had passed, her arm felt as if all the bones had been pulled out, limp and unable to move a single finger.
Fortunately, her reaction wasn't slow; the defeat was swift, and she knew that if she didn't save her life now, it would be too late. With a cry of pain, she kicked off with both feet and turned to flee.
"Too late," Sun Duan sighed softly, slamming his hands heavily on the armrests of the bamboo chair. His thin body shot out like an arrow, a gray shadow flashing as he grabbed Chen Lan's slender ankle in mid-air.
He slashed through the air with his left palm, creating a shallow crater several feet in diameter on the ground with a loud crash. Using the rebound force, he moved with the agility of a hawk catching a bird, carrying Chen Lan, who had nowhere to lean, back lightly onto the bamboo chair.
"Old thief!" Chen Lan endured the pain and bent her left arm, elbowing Sun Duan behind her.
This was her last struggle, like a rabbit already lifted into the air, kicking in vain.
Sun Duan snorted coldly, his fingers forming a sword as he thrust out. Before Chen Lan's elbow could reach his chest, his two withered fingers had already dug deep into the wound on her left shoulder where the sword blade had pierced. Then, with a twist and a shrill scream, her left arm went limp and could no longer move.
"Old thief! I... I'd rather lose all my power than let you have it!" Chen Lan shouted angrily, her face pale.
Unexpectedly, Sun Duan struck her on the back with a palm, causing her to cough up a mouthful of blood mist. He sneered, "Your pathetic skills are nothing to me. What I want is nothing more than the pure Yin essence you've guarded for so many years. The wondrous power it has given me is far beyond the reach of your firefly's glow."
Chen Lan knew she was doomed and no match for this old monster. Judging from his words, she would likely suffer humiliation and torture before her death. With her pride always high, she refused to endure such humiliation. She immediately focused her mind, closed her tongue between her teeth, and bit down with all her might.
Sun Duan didn't stop her. He waited until she groaned in pain, blood gushing from between her teeth, before calmly pinching her jaw, pressing her head down, causing her to vomit a severed tongue filled with blood. Then, he pinched an acupoint on the back of her neck and laughed, "Stupid woman, after wandering the martial world for so long, don't you know that as long as the bleeding is stopped in time, you won't choke to death? Chewing your tongue is just excruciatingly painful, isn't it?"
Chen Lan's face twitched with pain. She wanted to curse, but without her tongue and in excruciating pain, she couldn't speak clearly.
Sun Duan took a deep breath, casually pinched Chen Lan's chest a few times, then ripped her pants open with a tearing sound, revealing a hairy, messy mons pubis.
"Ugh! Ughhhhh—" Chen Lan cried out in shame and anger, shaking her head and screaming wildly, blood and foam splattering from her mouth, a gruesome sight.
Everyone could hear the humiliation and resentment in her screams; her clear cries for help reached the ears of everyone around her.
But no one dared to move.
Fang's father was already kneeling on the ground, terrified and on the verge of fainting. The other镖师 (bodyguards/escorts) were all dumbfounded, frozen in place.
Fang Renli's mind was filled with the thought of escape, but he was surrounded by fierce-looking bandits, each with arms thicker than his legs; how could he take a step?
Amidst the cries of grief and indignation, a sinister smile appeared on Sun Duan's wrinkled old face. He lowered his hand, squeezed open a button specially sewn onto his crotch, and pulled the gap open. A thick, dark monster sprang out, standing erect behind Chen Lan's buttocks.
Fang Renli had always considered himself well-endowed, but upon seeing Sun Duan's penis, he couldn't help but gasp, feeling ashamed of his inferiority.
An ordinary man with a penis the size of a child's arm would exude a more imposing swagger, but Sun Duan's penis was so large that even a donkey would pale in comparison. Standing between his thin, knee-length thighs, it was as if he had an extra leg.
Not content with just displaying this, Sun Duan turned Chen Lan to face him, smiling, "Come, look at my treasure. Your virginity is about to belong to it."
Chen Lan, her eyes brimming with tears, looked down, her almond-shaped eyes widening in shock. She shook her head and screamed, bending her knees and raising her legs, struggling again. Sun Duan,
seemingly oblivious, seemed to relish the woman's heart-wrenching cries. He listened with a smile, while his withered claws slid down her waist, squeezing with force, sending a fierce burst of energy through the two large tendons at the base of Chen Lan's thighs.
Her once powerful legs instantly lost all strength, drooping limply to her sides, unable to move even an inch.
Sun Duan seemed to have no interest in the alluring parts of the jade-like body that was now completely powerless to resist. As soon as he saw that Chen Lan had no ability to struggle or resist, he simply picked her up and put her on his lap.
The glans was as large as a duck egg, and Chen Lan's delicate jade pot was not moist at all. Placing it on like that,
the penis would be no different from sticking it into a piece of pork with skin on. Fang Renli was an expert in forcing himself on women. Without even wiping his mouth, even if he could get in, there would be no pleasure. If he encountered a tight woman, he would definitely rub the glans raw.
He was mocking the old monster in his heart for his high martial arts skills but terrible skills in bed when he heard a scream that almost pierced the sky. Looking closely, he saw that Sun Duan's thin arms suddenly bulged with muscles, and he actually pressed Chen Lan's immobile body down several inches. Judging from the distance, the purplish-black glans must have already broken through the barrier and entered.
The excruciating pain in his shoulder and right arm was instantly forced back down. Between his thighs, it felt as if a giant wooden nail had been driven in by a heavy hammer; the agony was beyond description. Before Chen Lan could even finish screaming, his eyes rolled back and he fainted.
At this moment, one of the bolder bodyguards finally couldn't bear it any longer. He grabbed his waist knife and turned to attack away from Sun Duan, shouting, "What are you waiting for? Run!"
But he had only taken two steps when Sun Duan grabbed Chen Lan's limp right hand, raised it horizontally towards him, and then flicked his finger. Chen Lan screamed and awoke as a cold light shot through the air, piercing his neck from behind, exiting through his throat, and embedding itself directly in the tree trunk.
Fang Renli stared intently; the weapon that had killed someone and penetrated so deeply was clearly a thin, bloodied fingernail.
As the bodyguard collapsed like a limp rag, everyone around Fang Renli's family dared not move an inch.
Chen Lan's face was ashen, and sweat poured down her face. All traces of her earlier valor were gone. Her lips moved, spitting out thin streams of blood, as if she were mumbling something repeatedly.
Sun Duan laughed, "Now you know how to beg for mercy? Don't worry, I won't let you die. Even if the Black and White Impermanence come to take your soul, I guarantee you'll live long enough to be fucked by those two ghosts."
Seeing her trembling body and vacant eyes, he snorted and said, "Nothing special," then released his grip, only supporting her from the front and back to prevent her from falling. He let her sit on his massive member, slowly sinking down under her own weight.
"Ugh... ugh... ughhhhh—"
Blood glistened, her flower path opened wide, her vulva burst open, crimson like nectar.
Fang Renli watched as the monstrous member disappeared inch by inch into Chen Lan's torn crotch, not daring to even breathe loudly. He had personally removed at least twenty or thirty virgins, but he had never seen, let alone heard of, anyone whose virginity had been broken so brutally.
Yet he couldn't look away, his throat bobbing several times, and even his wet crotch suddenly tightened.
In a short while, Chen Lan was already fully seated, her vulva flattened like dough, but his penis was still at least half exposed.
Seeing that she no longer had the strength to even cry out, only intermittent hoarse moans, Sun Duan grinned and raised his right palm, slowly pressing it against the back of her twitching waist.
Then, a fierce surge of true energy penetrated her body, like a long, thin, sharp cone, rushing down along the Du meridian, causing excruciating pain wherever it passed.
The sharp cone quickly reached the point where the Du and Ren meridians met, then turned sharply, mercilessly piercing deep into Chen Lan's flower garden.
Even now, Sun Duan hadn't moved a single time while holding her. His thick penis, like a feeding utensil, was deeply buried within this fine dish.
It wasn't that she was overwhelmed by passion, her body overflowing with yin fluids during repeated ejaculations; rather, her yin gate had been forcibly broken open by true qi, bringing no pleasure whatsoever, only exacerbating the pain in her already torn vulva. As Chen Lan convulsed noticeably, white foam flowed from the corners of her mouth, mingling with her now-unprotected yin essence.
A moment later, Sun Duan groaned with satisfaction, lifted the nearly unconscious Chen Lan, withdrew his blood-streaked member, and laughed, "Not bad, very pure. As expected of a chaste heroine, you can convert eight days' worth of divine power for me." Chen Lan
's pale lips trembled, but she could no longer utter a sound.
"You just killed quite a few of my men. Many of those standing here are their close friends, like brothers. I think we should hand you over to them." He tossed Chen Lan to the bandits beside him, saying, "Spare her life; she's still capable of bearing children. Those who haven't had a turn, go kill those martial arts masters over there."
The bandits who caught Chen Lan cheered, and three or four immediately pinned her down and surrounded her. Their large, hairy hands tore at her, stripping the once-powerful heroine naked like a lamb in an instant.
These rough men knew nothing of romance or pleasure; the bloodied vulva didn't diminish their interest in the slightest. One burly man immediately pulled down his pants, straddled Chen Lan, and thrust his dark penis viciously inside.
With her vaginal fluids gushing out and her virginity bleeding, and with Sun Duan's massive member having paved the way, the bandit, though burly, entered smoothly, thrusting all the way in. He then hurriedly lowered his head and buried it in Chen Lan's plump, white breasts, licking and biting them as they heaved, wishing his parents had given him a mouth instead.
The scene was finally much more erotic, but Fang Renli had completely lost interest in watching. His pent-up desire had been extinguished by the approaching bandits with their knives drawn, nearly wetting himself again.
His father, already terrified, lay limp beside the carriage, his chest heaving for a long time before he managed to squeeze out a single, trembling word, "Xiao'er... hurry... run away..."
The three women in the carriage were already sobbing uncontrollably.
Fang Renli was in a state of utter confusion. Trembling, he looked around. There was no way to survive. There were at least twenty or thirty ferocious bandits, each one of them driven mad by the terrified sobs of the woman in the carriage, their eyes bloodshot with lust, truly no different from hungry beasts ready to devour their prey.
"Fight them!" With no way to retreat, one of the bodyguards finally roared and charged forward, brandishing his sword. The remaining seven or eight bodyguards scattered with a whoosh, squeezing out the last of their courage from their fear of death.
But Sun Duan was still there.
This withered old man slowly retracted his monstrous member into his trousers, then slapped the bamboo chair with both hands, snapped off two bamboo strips with a crack, rubbed them together with his fingers, and flicked them out.
Several points of green light, as if they had eyes, flashed across the bandits' shoulders like lightning, instantly knocking all the bodyguards' weapons from their hands. The镖师 ( 　　bodyguards/escorts)
were already outnumbered and skilled in martial arts; in an instant, they were all disarmed, and screams filled the air as 　　corpses littered the ground. When the first bandit, panting heavily, crawled up from Chen Lan's naked body, the镖局 (bodyguard/escort agency)'s men were all wiped out. Sticky white fluid slowly flowed from her swollen vulva, mingling with the sticky red fluid flowing from the severed necks nearby, staining the soil below. 　　However, before much of the foul-smelling white fluid could flow out, another filthy penis was shoved inside, squeezing out a gush. 　　Seeing that only his family remained, Fang Renli's legs went weak, and he knelt on the ground, his lips trembling uncontrollably, unable to utter even a plea for mercy. 　　Desperate to save her children, Fang's mother, tears streaming down her face, crawled out of the carriage. Her trembling legs forced her to take a few steps, and she knelt before Sun Duan with a thud, kowtowing repeatedly, pleading, "Mountain King, we'll give you all our travel money, please... spare us! We still have property at home, please... please spare us two old bones, let our children go back, and we'll give you all our wealth! Please... spare the three of them..."

Sun Duan coldly said, "What would I do with all this wealth? Could it buy back my eyes and legs?"
"Mountain King, just name your price, and my husband and I will do whatever we can. We only beg you to spare my children…please…"
Sun Duan ignored her and said to the bandits beside him, "This woman has had too many children, is old, and has little left. I'm too lazy to bother, so I'll just give her to you."
Although Fang's mother was not young, she had lived a wealthy and pampered life, with a plump figure and fair skin. She could be considered a middle-aged woman with remaining charm, much better than the pitiful Chen Lan waiting in line. As
soon as Sun Duan finished speaking, several bandits' eyes flashed with ferocity. They rushed forward, and before Fang's mother could get up from her kowtow, they grabbed her hands behind her back, ripped open her skirt, revealing her plump, white, round buttocks.
Mother Fang looked up and screamed, but what came out of her mouth were still words of pleading for her children: "Mountain King, please spare my children... I beg you to spare them... I will serve you like a cow or a horse, a slave or a maid, and in my next life I will repay your great kindness!"
As she pleaded pitifully, the burly man behind her was not idle either. He quickly pulled down his pants, squatted down behind her in a horse stance, spread her buttocks with his hands, spat on her brownish-red vulva, and thrust his penis hard into her soft passage that had not been touched by her husband for years.
While being rocked back and forth, her clothes were torn open and her soft, drooping breasts were pulled out, and she continued to scream and beg for mercy, as if at this moment, only the thought of saving her children's lives remained in her mind.
As Fang Renli knelt on the ground, his heart filled with despair, his eyes couldn't help but drift towards his mother's snow-white buttocks, which were swaying from the impact. After glancing at them a few times, he felt a surge of heat in his abdomen and a tightening sensation in his crotch.
"Hey kid, can you read?" Sun Duan, leaning back in his bamboo chair, suddenly asked as he listened to Fang's mother's incessant, pitiful pleas for mercy.
As if grasping at a glimmer of hope, Fang's mother endured the agonizing friction within her body and cried out, "He can read! We hired a tutor for Xiao'er, and the tutor praised his intelligence. He can read, he really can read!"
Fang Renli was drenched in sweat, barely able to nod. Finally, he hurriedly raised his right arm to press his head up and down, then immediately realized that Sun Duan was blind and couldn't see anything. He cried out in a sob, "I can read! I... Father and I can both read!"
"One literate person is enough," Sun Duan said coldly. "I'll give you two a chance. Before the man on that woman ejaculates, you two, decide whether to live or die. I'll take the one who lives and help me read the second half of the manual. If both of you live, I'll kill you both. If one of you commits suicide, I'll kill the other for him."
Fang's father's old eyes widened like copper bells as he looked at Fang Renli, trembling, and said, "Xiao'er... this... this..."
"Go, give them each a knife," Sun Duan sneered. "Damn that woman, hurry up too. If you can ejaculate before those two start fighting, I'll reward the two young girls in the carriage after I've extracted their essence."
The man's eyes gleamed even more fiercely as he firmly gripped Fang's mother's plump waist, slapping her buttocks repeatedly, his thigh muscles taut. Fang's mother was completely dumbfounded, not expecting such an outcome. But thinking that if this continued, the father and son would both die, she struggled desperately, hoping to buy some time.
She suddenly flipped over, almost shaking off the man. He gritted his teeth, grabbed her legs tightly, and pressed down on her, grabbing her breasts and squeezing them hard.
The other bandits stepped back, watching the spectacle with amusement. For a moment, a half-naked beauty and a strong man were locked in a fierce struggle, their groins joined together, making for a rather pleasing sight.
Fang Renli held the heavy ghost-head knife in his hand, his mind blank for a moment. The tip of the knife touched the ground, and he couldn't lift it no matter what he did.
His father, tears streaming down his face, helped the horse-drawn carriage to its feet. He turned his head to look at his beloved wife, who was fighting desperately to hold off the villains for
their lives. He let out a shrill scream and raised the ghost-head knife in his hand. "Father...you...you..." Fang Renli had been spoiled since childhood and could not believe that his father would actually kill him. He managed to utter a few words in a trembling voice, but his mind was filled with images of his mother's writhing, struggling naked body and the increasingly ferocious face in front of him.
"Do it! With! Ah!" Feeling the penis inside her vagina growing thicker and thicker, Fang's mother was pinned down and her neck was choked, unable to move. She could only scream a long, mournful cry, like a night owl.
"Waaaaaah—" Fang's father suddenly took two steps forward, and the ghost-head knife he had raised wobbled down.
Fang Renli took a step back. The heavy knife struck a rock at his feet, sparks flying that illuminated his lifeless eyes.
His pupils constricted sharply, and his fingers gripped the hilt tightly.
"No! Don't be so fast... Fuck me some more! Fuck me a little longer! I'm a woman who deserves to be fucked, you bandit! Fuck me a few more times!"
As his mother's utterly shameless cries rang in his ears, Fang Renli's hand finally moved.
The knife, as heavy as a mountain, suddenly seemed weightless.
As the bandit pulled out his wet, throbbing member and stood up triumphantly, Fang's father's withered figure collapsed.
A sorrowful smile appeared on his terrified old face in his final moments.
Fang Renli stared, dumbfounded, at the blood slowly flowing from the blade.
Sun Duan's lips curled into a sinister smile as he coldly said, "No, you're too slow. They came out first."
Fang's mother froze, gasping for breath, "No! No! It was my son who...who...who..."
She managed to say "who" three times, but then found herself unable to utter the rest.
Patricide, a heinous crime.
Sun Duan sneered, "However, I admire your decisiveness. I've decided to give you a way out."
Fang Renli's vision was already blurred. Looking at the corpses around him, he felt that there was nothing more terrifying than death. He asked blankly, "What... way out?"
"What else could be more incestuous than patricide?" Sun Duan snorted, flicked his finger, and released a burst of true energy, striking Fang's mother squarely on the side of her neck, choking her so she couldn't utter another word. He continued, "Go and rape her once, ejaculate inside her, and I'll spare your lives, mother and son. Otherwise, a woman who can't have any more children is useless to me."
Fang's mother cried out a few times, tears streaming down her face as she shook her head repeatedly. Seeing that Fang Renli had turned around, she glanced at the carriage, got up, and rammed her head against it.
The bandits nearby reacted swiftly, not about to let her commit suicide. They grabbed her around the waist, threw her to the ground, and then pinned the voluptuous woman naked on the floor, spreading her legs wide.
"Go, you've even killed your father, what are you afraid of? What can't you do?" Sun Duan's voice suddenly became very deep, filled with a strange allure. "Go, this is also to save her. She will forgive you, and then you can both live."
As if bound by a thread, Fang Renli lowered his head, looking at his mother's crotch, and slowly unbuckled his belt. His penis ,
which had recently been so powerful in the woman's vagina, hung limply, showing no signs of life.
"Damn it, it's not small, but it's a mule." One of the bandits cursed, and the surrounding people burst into laughter.
Sun Duan flicked his finger, sending another burst of true energy to Fang Renli's dantian. The heat immediately gathered towards his penis, making the limp shaft semi-erect. "If it goes in, it'll be fine. Help him out."
The man who had just enjoyed himself on Fang's mother laughed and stood behind Fang Renli, pressing him down as he shouted, "Come on, after this, we're brothers who've been through thick and thin together."
Fang Renli's breathing became increasingly rapid. The immense weight pressing on his heart shattered the moment his limp glans touched his mother's wet vulva.
Sun Duan's voice, seemingly imbued with mysterious power, echoed in his ears. He looked up and screamed, almost manic. Then, he broke free from the man behind him, grabbed his mother's legs, lifted them up, stared at her full breasts covered in handprints, and roared as he shoved his still-erect penis inside.
Fang's mother, her eyes bloodshot with grief and rage, shook her neck, banging her head against the ground with all her
might. But the soil was soft, only covered in small stones; nothing could take her life. She could only watch helplessly as the son she had raised was thrusting and thrusting above her… "Very good, put your pants on and come stand here with me. I don't care what you were called before, from now on you'll be called Gouzi. Whatever I say, you do, understand?" Hearing Fang Renli panting as he climbed off his mother, Sun Duan smiled with satisfaction. "Alright, the rest of you brothers who haven't had your fill yet, hurry up. Keep an eye on the two in the carriage; if anything goes wrong, don't blame me for being ruthless."
Before Sun Duan finished speaking, the impatient men shoved Fang Renli aside, pulled down their pants, and rushed towards Fang's mother and Chen Lan.
The two young ladies from the Fang family, dragged out of the carriage, had already fainted and were unconscious.
After the bandits had vented their anger and had roughly reached their number, Sun Duan once again instructed them not to kill the two women before leaving.
Fang Renli and his two sisters were thus taken to a secluded mountain stronghold nestled in the mountains. The stronghold had no name; the head of the former bandit king still hung on a bamboo pole outside the door, and the corpses of his trusted bandits were lined up in a row, only just beginning to decompose.
Fang Renli looked around at the rough wooden huts with trepidation. He had no idea what kind of agonizing days and nights he would have to endure here.
"Take Gouzi to familiarize himself with the surroundings. Don't worry about him running away; without a guide, he won't get out alive." After giving these instructions, Sun Duan called over a bandit to carry him into the largest house in the center.
That day, the remaining bandits returned late at night, still unsatisfied. Chen Lan was barely recognizable; her once-perfect teeth had been knocked out by stones to facilitate her sexual gratification, and her swollen mouth constantly oozed white fluid. Fang's mother, however, didn't seem to have suffered much, as she didn't harbor any hatred for the murderers. She merely stared blankly, incessantly giggling foolishly, appearing almost insane.
A row of houses on one side was used to imprison women, including the former bandit king's wife and several women who had been abducted and brought here for the bandits' pleasure. Judging from their pale faces, it wasn't hard to guess that Sun Duan had already thoroughly and decisively used them.
This was Fang Renli's first day at the bandit stronghold, and also Chen Lan's first day without food or water.
Ten days later, Chen Lan died of starvation. Before her death, a furious Sun Duan ordered her men to tie her to a stallion and subject her to all sorts of humiliation.
That night, Chen Lan's naked corpse hung in a most gruesome position on a tree outside the gate, while the Fang family's second young lady, sobbing uncontrollably, was carried into Sun Duan's bedroom by her younger brother.
Chapter 3: Gouzi
"Xiao'er... save your sister, please, save your sister!" Before being carried into the main room, even before being turned into the inner room, the second young lady of the Fang family, clinging to a sliver of hope, pleaded tearfully, "They weren't watching you, untie me, let's escape together."
"There's no Xiao'er, and there's no more Fang Renli. I'm Gouzi."
Gouzi pushed open the door with his foot, carrying her, and strode inside.
From the moment he climbed off his mother, his wet penis still lingering with the afterglow of ejaculation, Gouzi knew that Fang Renli had to die.
Otherwise, he would vanish into thin air along with that name.
Since Fang Renli no longer existed in this world, Gouzi didn't need a sister.
Wasn't it only natural and justifiable to offer a woman who wasn't a sister to a master who could take his life at any moment?
In the past ten days, Gouzi had served Sun Duan like this three times.
Perhaps because he would later need Gouzi's help in reading martial arts manuals, Sun Duan hadn't hidden much from him. The more Gouzi knew, the more terrified he became, so terrified that he dared not disobey Sun Duan's orders.
Years ago, when the Demonic Sect was destroyed, Sun Duan risked his life to retrieve a treasured manual, a set of extremely Yin and evil techniques created by an unknown person in an unknown year, called the *Unmerciful Scripture*.
Gouzi guessed that the name might be taken from the phrase "Heaven and Earth are unmerciful."
He hadn't seen the manual himself, but he already knew what Sun Duan, who cultivated it, needed:
women, or infants less than a month old.
And infants less than a month old could be born from women, so the more young, fertile women around Sun Duan, the better.
Gouzi didn't know how Sun Duan used the infants, less than a month old. He'd been there for ten days and hadn't witnessed it. He'd only heard a man from the mountain stronghold mention it: the most important task for bandits familiar with the area was to go down the mountain and plunder for women and children. Sun Duan would heavily reward anyone who could get a suitable infant. As a result, several small corpses had already been dumped in the muddy valley behind the mountain.
However, Gouzi knew how women were used. "Yin-yang sedation" simply meant sexual intercourse.
But after three times, he discovered that Sun Duan didn't enjoy women.
Perhaps because he was missing his legs, Sun Duan's methods of sedation were domineering and direct. Any woman who had regained her strength but wasn't pregnant enough to contribute her yin essence was brought to his room, stripped naked, and handed over. He would simply pick her up and hold her in his arms, letting his dark, precious penis, protected by his true qi, force its way in.
Gouzi observed three times. All three women were no longer virgins, and all had been sexually exploited by Sun Duan; their genitals were far from tight and innocent. Yet, when they wailed in Sun Duan's room, none of them escaped bleeding and injury.
This explains why the bandits, when relieving themselves, often applied ointment and used anal penetration.
Every woman Gouzi brought inside had a rosy glow on her face, but when she emerged, she was often limp as mud and pale as paper, unable to even get out of bed for a day or two, requiring Gouzi to feed her, water her, and clean her up. It wouldn't be an exaggeration to say they had walked through the gates of hell. The
day before Gouzi was ordered to bring Miss Fang Er to deflower her, the imprisoned wife of the bandit chieftain had died before Chen Lan.
The wooden hut was filthy, and there were no doctors in the mountains. The bandit's wife, once a delicate young lady, had already been ravaged by the mountain bandit king and was already ill. After being sexually assaulted a second time by Sun Duan, her vaginal opening was torn and infected with excrement and urine. She suffered from a persistent high fever and her internal organs were empty. Even if Hua Tuo were alive, he probably couldn't save her.
The two bandits on guard saw that she was on the verge of death. While she still had a breath left, they took turns playing with her anus before having Gouzi throw her into the muddy valley behind the mountain, a place filled with ghosts.
That was the first time Gouzi had dumped a corpse into this valley.
He didn't dare look down for more than a moment before hastily throwing the still weakly moaning bandit's wife down there.
Judging from the noises every night, these corpses would eventually only benefit the hungry wolves in the mountains.
Thinking to himself, Gouzi's hands didn't stop. He shoved Miss Fang onto a chair, untied her belt, and quickly peeled off her skirt and lining.
Although her skin was still fair and delicate from ten days without bathing, a fishy odor emanated from between her bare legs.
Miss Fang was terrified upon seeing Sun Duan. Being naturally gentle and quiet, she dared not struggle at all. With her lower body exposed to the cold, she could only lower her head and sob, losing even the courage to continue her earlier pleas.
Gouzi sighed softly, secretly pulling out a piece of rancid oil he'd stolen from the kitchen. He spread Miss Fang's legs wide, gestured for her to be quiet, and gently parted her budding flower with two fingers. With a touch of bitterness in his heart, he inserted the greasy lump, slowly rubbing it until it was slick with oil. Then he called out loudly, "Master, Gouzi has prepared it for you."
"Good, bring it up."
Sun Duan grinned maliciously, pushing himself up to the edge of the bed. Since returning here, he hadn't worn clothes down there. His penis was less a lifeline and more a weapon; with the right amount of internal energy, it could become erect at will.
The demon sniffed, chuckled, and said, "Good, it has the scent of a beautiful woman. Gouzi, tonight, let's try something different."
Gouzi was startled, then quickly lowered his head, hugging Miss Fang like he was urinating, and said respectfully, "As you command, Master."
"I've been preoccupied with cultivation and haven't used ordinary methods to ejaculate a woman's vaginal fluids for a long time," Sun Duan said calmly as he slowly lay down. "Didn't you apply oil to her just now because you were worried about her pain? Then lift her up and give her a 'Guanyin Sitting on a Lotus' position until I'm completely satisfied. If you're not strong enough, then keeping a piece of trash like you is useless."
Gouzi gasped, his mind racing, and hurriedly said, "Master, Gouzi... Gouzi didn't mean that. You said earlier that the two young girls from the Fang family would be given to the big brothers outside to enjoy afterward. They're both beautiful, their skin is so tender it could drip water. I was afraid that your... your virility is too powerful, and if they were violated again afterward, it wouldn't be..." "You've lost two excellent cultivation vessels for me."
Sun Duan laughed heartily, "You stupid dog, my eyes are already blind, what use are beautiful women to me? These two delicate young ladies can't lift a finger, they've given me all their virginity, their yin essence won't even extend my cultivation by more than four days. To me, they're not even as good as a strong village girl, what kind of excellent cultivation vessels are they?"
His tone turned cold, "Furthermore, my cultivation technique isn't some ordinary dual cultivation, these women and those children are just sacrificial animals to prolong my cultivation and increase my time. If they die, I'll just find more, there's no difference."
The dog shivered, trembling, "Then...then this dog will go fetch a basin of water and wash them clean."
"No need." Sun Duan gripped his erect penis and said coldly, "Just do as I said before. Remember, if you're too weak to continue before I'm done, your two sisters will have to go first."
Gouzi didn't dare delay any longer and hurriedly picked up Miss Fang, relying on his martial arts background and remaining strength, he pressed her glistening, oily petals against Sun Duan's terrifying weapon.
"Ahhh—" The moment the giant tortoise touched her vaginal opening, Miss Fang came to her senses, her heart pounding with fear, and a scream immediately rang out.
But Gouzi knew that this man was a ruthless killer, and his worthless life was probably less valuable than that of a real dog guarding the stronghold in this man's eyes.
He had already committed heinous acts of patricide and incest; to survive, what shame or remorse did he have left?
He gritted his teeth, suddenly releasing Miss Fang's legs, and then, taking advantage of her instinctive moment of hesitation, pressed down hard on her shoulders.
"Ah, ah, ah ah..." Miss Fang's cherry lips parted to their limit, a few gasps escaping her throat, her whole body trembling, so painful she couldn't even scream.
Gouzi watched as his black rod was halfway inside her snow-white buttocks, several streams of crimson blood flowing down. He wiped his eyes, wrapped his arms around her under her armpits, and, while softly sobbing, lifted and lowered her limp body.
With each rise and fall, blood gushed from Miss Fang's crotch, like a bright red wedding candle being poured over it, a horrifying sight.
Sun Duan had already mastered fifty percent of his evil arts. With years of accumulated cultivation, he had complete control over his penis. Intending to teach Gouzi a lesson, he wanted to ensure he wouldn't dare show him any more sympathy. He closed his gates, locking his vital energy into his shaft, leisurely enjoying the pleasure of Miss Fang's virgin flower path tightly sucking and rubbing against the outer edge of his glans. With this kind of intercourse, he could lie down all night, and if he so desired, his erection would remain strong.
He reached out and grasped Miss Fang's swaying breasts, pinching her tender nipples with his fingers, secretly channeling a surge of true energy into them, forcibly stabilizing and protecting her already chaotic and terrified heart.
In this way, the intense pain naturally allowed Miss Fang to gradually regain her senses and strength.
Sun Duan wanted to hear a good show of a sister struggling against her brother's dominance, so he grinned maliciously and thrust his lower body forward, slamming heavily against the cervix, waiting for her to writhe in pain.
Unexpectedly, Miss Fang burst into tears, looking down at her brother's arms, which were trembling as he was being violated. After a moment's hesitation, fearing that he might be killed because he couldn't complete his task, she painfully shifted her feet to steady herself, and began to move her snowy buttocks up and down, sobbing. The
weight on her hands eased considerably, and Gouzi knew this, but he dared not show it, and could only continue his efforts through tears.
After toying with the siblings for nearly an hour, feeling that they were both on the verge of collapse, Sun Duan sneered, grabbed Miss Fang's legs, and used his internal energy to break through her yin gate, sweeping away all her yin energy to fuel his evil arts.
"Dog, you've worked very hard tonight, I'm quite satisfied. Come see me tomorrow after noon, it'll be about time you recite scriptures for me."
Dog took a soft cloth and wiped the bloodstains on Miss Fang's thigh, his voice trembling as he said, "Yes, Dog understands."
"I keep my word, go ahead, I'll reward your second sister tonight."
Dog bit his lip hard, looking at Miss Fang's still dazed face, and said in a trembling voice, "Yes, Dog... understands."
"If you want your second sister to have a good life, pray that she conceives a son or daughter soon. Even a top-tier virgin's yin essence can only extend my life by thirty days, while a baby less than a month old, a boy, can be at least two hundred and sixty days old, and a girl, her life can extend mine by at least a year. As long as she is pregnant, I guarantee that no one will be able to touch a single hair on her head during her ten months of pregnancy." Sun Duan stroked the few remaining hairs on his chin and laughed, "Tonight, why don't you ask for help for your sister?" "Brother, when you're having sex, you can go through the dry passage, and when you ejaculate, it's best if it comes out inside the womb."
Looking at Miss Fang's pitifully exposed, tender vulva, Gouzi slowly said, "Yes, Gouzi understands."
On the way to the bandits' room, Miss Fang didn't plead anymore. She just stared blankly at the shining stars in the night sky, as if asking, why is Heaven so blind…
The next day, in the secluded chamber specially prepared by Sun Duan, Gouzi saw the secret manual of the *Unbenevolent Sutra* for the first time.
The two booklets were wrapped in layers of cloth; the paper was already brittle, and even a slight turn of the pages produced a worrying sound.
"I have already mastered the first volume. Now, all I need you to read to me is the second volume." Sun Duan's hand rubbed the cover, seemingly searching for the markings on it. After finding it, he put one book behind his back and handed the other to Gouzi, saying in a hoarse voice, "Come on, read the general outline on the first page to me."
Gouzi swallowed and carefully opened it.
He wasn't completely ignorant of martial arts. Although the contents of this manual were profound and unfathomable, if he diligently memorized them and carefully pondered them, given time, it wasn't impossible for him to understand their meaning.
More importantly, Sun Duan couldn't see them at all.
Didn't that mean that whatever Gouzi read, Sun Duan would have to believe?
In martial arts manuals, a difference of just a few words could often lead to a reversal of one's divine power, causing one to suffer a qi deviation.
This… was a perfect opportunity for revenge!
He looked up and sized up Sun Duan. The ferocious look in his eyes sent a shiver down his spine, and the courage he had felt vanished instantly. He didn't dare to be careless and began to read the manual word by word for Sun Duan.
Sun Duan listened silently, and only after Sun Duan finished reading the three pages of the general outline of the second volume did he reveal a satisfied smile, saying, "Not bad, you're quite clever. That fool before tried to deceive me by changing a few words, but unfortunately, he didn't know that I can recite forty percent of this second volume."
Gouzi felt a chill run down his spine, secretly relieved, and hurriedly said, "Gouzi only asks to live and would never dare to be disloyal to his master. Gouzi will definitely be honest and serve his master wholeheartedly, wishing that his master will soon achieve great success in his martial arts."
Sun Duan laughed, "Very good. Being able to be so humble and humiliated, you are suitable material. Tell me, are you willing to practice this 'Unmerciful Classic'?"
Gouzi panicked, knelt down with a thud, and kowtowed, saying, "I dare not, Gouzi dares not."
“There’s nothing to be afraid of. You have some martial arts skills, you’re clever and quick-witted, and you’re willing to do anything shameless to survive. If you could be a little more ruthless, you would be the most suitable successor to the ‘The Book of Inhumanity.’” Sun Duan said in a deep voice, not as if he were joking. “Besides, since you’ve read the contents to me, you must know them yourself. A martial artist who knows the contents will naturally practice them. Without the first volume, without my guidance, with your mediocre skills, you’d probably have broken meridians in ten days. At that time, I’ll have to go to the trouble of finding the next person who can read it.”
Gouzi trembled and said, “Master, don’t worry, Master, don’t worry. If Master doesn’t tell Gouzi to practice, Gouzi absolutely won’t practice.”
"I'm telling you to practice. However, besides reading for me, you also need to do other things and make some contributions so that I can rightfully reward you with the first volume of the technique."
Gouzi raised his head, vaguely sensing that this was another test, so he could only say, "Master, just tell me what you want me to do. As long as I have something to eat and can survive, I'm already content and would never dare to take credit in front of you."
"I'm telling you to practice, so practice."
He took a few breaths and said softly, "Then... it's all up to you, Master."
"Alright, you can read on. After you finish the first five pages, just wait here."
Gouzi followed the instructions, patiently reading each of the five pages, then put the book back in its place, stood by with his hands at his sides, and remained silent.
Of course, he was already silently memorizing the five pages of content he had just read, but most of the words and phrases were obscure. Even with his exceptional intelligence, he could only memorize about five or six tenths of it after trying to memorize it once. Needless to say, he didn't understand the meaning at all.
Half an hour later, Sun Duan dipped his palms into the water beside the bed. As wisps of white steam rose, he let out a long sigh and said in a deep voice, "Good, those women helped a lot. My skills have indeed improved greatly."
Gouzi thought to himself, "What's the point of mastering divine skills when you're crippled like this?" But he still flattered him repeatedly, "Master's divine skills are unparalleled. Those lowly women are fortunate enough to contribute to your divine skills; it's their good fortune accumulated over several lifetimes."
"From now on, stop flattering me. I don't buy it. Just do your job well, and I will reward and punish you fairly." Sun Duan raised his hand and gently tapped the edge of the frozen wooden basin, saying, "Gouzi, your whole family is traveling and you can hire a security escort agency. You must be a wealthy family, right?"
Gouzi didn't dare to lie and quickly introduced his family's situation in detail.
"Alright," Sun Duan said with a smile. "Then write something today and have someone send it home to help me get some things over."
Gouzi nodded and said, "Yes, all the deeds to my house, land, gold, silver and treasures are offered to my master."
“Those are fine,” Sun Duan waved his hand. “I have little interest in material possessions. I want you to write a letter yourself, summoning all the maids and servants in the house who are still capable of bearing children.”
Gouzi, eager to please, readily agreed, “Master, if the more women the better, then I can write several letters to invite a few of my old lovers out. If the men you send capture them, we can get even more. As for the money in the house, you can have it taken to redeem them from brothels and buy more. This way, wouldn’t you have much more to spare for your divine power?”
Sun Duan laughed heartily, “Good, I certainly didn’t choose the wrong person. Then do as you say, I’ll arrange the men.”
Gouzi’s eyes darted around, reminding him, “But my family… has quite a bit of money. And now it’s a chaotic world, with war raging across the land. What if the men you send get greedy and run off with the money and women? What then?”
"I have my own way," Sun Duan sneered. "I have plenty of poison that will only kill you if you don't come back. Just make the arrangements. If you do a good job, I'll start teaching you the first volume of the technique as soon as the women arrive. That way, you'll have enough women, which will also benefit you."
Gouzi couldn't bring himself to harm the baby. If he really practiced this technique, he would naturally have to scheme against women. If there weren't enough women here, Sun Duan certainly wouldn't be kind enough to let him have one. Therefore, even for his own sake, he had to deceive as many women as possible into going up the mountain to the tiger's den.
He was naturally lustful, and the maids in his household weren't very old. He could easily deceive at least a dozen women. Counting the lovers he could coax out and the prostitutes he could buy, the mountain stronghold would be filled with at least twenty or thirty beautiful women.
If this succeeded, Gouzi would gain the trust of this devil and be much safer. Besides, with so many people being kidnapped and taken to the mountain, it would likely alarm some martial arts heroes, and hopefully even reach the ears of his brother-in-law, Du Taibai. If there were any clues, what if… someone came to rescue him?
The young lady of the Fang family, who had been kidnapped, had already fainted in the carriage, unaware of the heinous deeds of his son , Gouzi. Fang's mother had gone mad; if the mountain stronghold was "completely eradicated," he could return to being Fang Renli, styled Yongxiao, and live his original life.
This glimmer of hope was thus planted in his heart.
After Gouzi reported the possible number, Sun Duan didn't hesitate, sending twenty bandits in disguise to bring the people back.
With eighty percent of the people in the stronghold gone, the area felt much emptier. The second young lady of the Fang family was thus spared the daily ordeal of being violated and had some rest.
Three days later, Sun Duan first used a woman who had recovered some strength, and a few days later, he had Gouzi bring the third young lady of the Fang family over.
Knowing her fiery temper, Gouzi spoke to her gently, coaxing her for a good half hour before finally forcing her to accept her fate and resolve to endure humiliation to survive.
After convincing her, Gouzi first gave her a good bath, then took the ointment he had obtained, glanced at her with her eyes tightly shut in shame, opened her legs, and carefully applied it to her vulva.
Sun Duan, eager to cultivate the second volume of his technique, didn't torture her as he had with Miss Fang the last time. He treated her like any other woman, letting Gouzi lift her up and deeply penetrate her, using his internal energy to break through her vaginal barrier, accepting her pure yin essence along with her virginity.
For tonight, Gouzi had specially persuaded the others left behind in the village to drink a lot of wine; after their debauchery, they were probably already sleeping with women.
"Very well," Gouzi smiled slightly. He first helped Sun Duan rest, then went outside and squatted down in the main room. He used a damp cloth to clean Miss Fang's disheveled lower body, then wrapped her naked body in a tattered sheet, hoisted her onto his shoulder, and left.
Miss Fang had just experienced a painful deflowering and was still dazed, so she didn't notice anything amiss. When she was placed on the bed, she opened her eyes and saw that there were no other imprisoned women around
. It was dark and cramped, a strange dwelling not much larger than a woodshed. She couldn't help but ask in confusion, "Xiao'er, where is this place?" "Gouzi is not Xiao'er. This is Gouzi's dwelling." Gouzi lit the oil lamp, closed the door, and said calmly. He turned and walked to the bedside, reached out, and pulled off his belt.
The loose, coarse cloth trousers immediately fell down, revealing his thinner legs and a dangling penis from his pubic hair,
like a purplish-red snake.
"What...what are you going to do?" Miss Fang's face paled instantly. She knew that after losing her chastity, she would definitely become the plaything of the bandits here. But she never expected that while the excruciating pain was still lingering, the one with wicked intentions in front of her was her younger brother who had been earnestly advising her to endure humiliation!
Gouzi bent down and cupped her slender legs, gently stroking them as he said, "Third Sister, I'm trying to save you."
"Save me?" Miss Fang jerked her leg back, shaking her head. "Nonsense! If you really wanted to save me… you should take this opportunity to escape down the mountain with me!"
"We can't escape. Neither of us knows these mountains well, and they're full of jackals and wild boars. We'd be dead halfway there." Gouzi gazed at her snow-white skin peeking through the gaps in the sheet. His desire, which hadn't been satisfied with a woman for over ten days, surged. He sat down on the edge of the bed, panting slightly, not in a hurry to act, but softly saying, "Of my three sisters, you're my favorite. I can't bear to see you suffer all kinds of humiliation, living a wretched life waiting for someone to rescue you. That's why I decided to resort to this desperate measure."
"What desperate measure? What… what are you going to do?"
"Didn't I show you what Second Sister looks like before? Do you know why Second Sister's vulva didn't suffer much, but her buttocks and mouth suffered repeatedly?"
Miss Fang had no idea, and just curled up and shook her head.
“I’ve found out these past few days that there’s only one type of woman in this mountain stronghold whom no one can touch, including Sun Duan.”
“Hmm?” Miss Fang’s eyes lit up. “Which type?”
“Pregnant women.” Gouzi braced himself against her, panting. “Third sister, you and second sister are beautiful. Those bandits won’t let you get pregnant. They can’t touch you for ten whole months. They wouldn’t want that. Look at second sister, her asshole is almost ruined. Do you want to suffer like that day and night?”
Miss Fang shuddered and quickly shook her head. “No…no…”
“I’ll save you.” Gouzi’s hand slowly stroked Miss Fang’s cheek, and his penis silently hardened. “Third sister, I feel sorry for you. I’ll fuck your cunt, I’ll ejaculate for you, I’ll get you pregnant, and then you can hide for ten months.”
Miss Fang’s face turned deathly pale. She screamed, “Are you crazy! I’m your own sister!”
With that, she slapped Gouzi across the face.
Having witnessed countless acts of lust, Gouzi's animalistic instincts were already uncontrollable. Having also experienced the tragedy of human relations, he had no reason to be soft-hearted. With a swift elbow, he easily grabbed Miss Fang's wrists together, pressed them hard against her head, and leaned down, saying, "What does it matter if you're siblings? That child won't survive. That old devil uses babies less than a month old to practice his skills; that's just a way to help you."
"No...no! You're crazy...you've gone mad, let me go...let me go!"
Gouzi was too lazy to waste any more words. He ripped off the sheet covering her, casually wrapped it around her hands, tied a knot, and secured it to the headboard.
"Xiao'er! Let me go, you can't—!"
Fearing that the scream would attract the bandits who weren't dead drunk, Gouzi hurriedly grabbed a dirty rag from the side, rolled it up, and stuffed it into Miss Fang's mouth.
"Waaah, waaaah—" Miss Fang's temper seemed to be provoked. Seeing Gouzi get on the bed, she kicked him desperately, making him unable to protect his head or groin. With a muffled groan, she was kicked off the bed.
"I'm trying to help you, and you don't even appreciate it." Gouzi, clutching his groin where he had almost been kicked, said angrily, "Are you only satisfied when those bandits humiliate you day and night?"
She paused, her tearful eyes filled with helpless despair.
Taking advantage of her moment of confusion, Gouzi bent down, grabbed his belt, and pounced on the bed again, wrapping his arms around one of her white thighs.
"Waaah!" Miss Fang still refused to submit and struggled with her remaining strength.
But Gouzi had already wrapped the belt around her ankle. He quickly wrapped it twice, rolled off the bed, tied the belt to the tattered bed board, and tightened it into a knot.
With one leg strapped to the edge of the bed, Miss Fang still refused to give in, groaning angrily as she tried to kick the dog's head with her remaining leg.
However, being a young lady from a wealthy family, she was frail and had little strength. The dog raised his hand to block a couple of kicks, and seeing that she had lost much strength, he smiled smugly, shifted to the side, and was now out of her reach. He squatted down and reached out with both hands, grasping her two soft, white breasts in his palms.
"Ugh—!" Miss Fang twisted and writhed, but with only one leg free, she was helpless.
The dog kneaded her breasts roughly, his lust rising. He lowered his head and bit down on the small, bud-like nipple.
He had long coveted his sister's breasts—tender, white, round, and porcelain-like, with a pinkish tip that was incredibly alluring. Now, with one in his mouth, he was so excited that his whole body burned, and his tongue seemed to want to tear the nipple off.
"Mmm! Mmm... Mmm..." Miss Fang struggled desperately but couldn't shake him off. His warm tongue kept swirling around her, soon making her heart ache and itch. A warm, damp breath spread across the burning, painful spot between her legs. Overwhelmed with shame and anger, she finally began to sob softly.
Gouzi had done this countless times before, and the sight of this weak woman crying only aroused him more. His rock-hard penis immediately rose, and he grasped it with his hand, pressing it against her breasts. Using the slippery saliva, he rubbed it back and forth against her tender nipples.
After rubbing it against her breasts for a while, Gouzi saw that she had finally run out of strength. He lifted his leg and stepped on her, straddling her naked, lamb-like body. He pushed aside the corner of her tattered sheet and buried his head between her thighs.
"Ugh! Ugh! Ugh!" Realizing her younger brother's tongue was pressed against her most shameful spot, Miss Fang was filled with shame and indignation. She struggled on the bed like a live fish, but she couldn't get away, couldn't kick, and didn't even have the strength to clench her fists. She slammed her head against the bed, wishing she could die from
the pain. After losing her virginity, she had to endure this heinous incestuous humiliation. Gouzi didn't care about her grief and anger. His nimble tongue quickly licked away the few streaks of blood that hadn't been wiped clean. He swallowed the slightly salty taste, like an aphrodisiac. He quickly rubbed his penis against her soft cheek a few times to calm himself down. Then, he patiently parted her slightly swollen, alluring flesh and licked upwards along the crevice that had just been ravaged. He gently pressed down on the budding spring bud still inside the skin and began a skilled teasing.
If he were patient, even a seasoned prostitute would be driven to ecstasy and ecstasy, and a newly deflowered maid would be trembling with pleasure and speechless. Even if Miss Fang was full of resistance, it would only take a little more effort.
A woman is a woman, and pleasure is pleasure; that little mouth down there has no ability to lie.
As expected, the dog listened to her muffled sobs, focusing solely on licking her clitoris. In no time, her slender, white legs began to tremble. He licked a few times, then gave a slight shudder; the faster he licked, the more violently she trembled; the slower he licked, the less she trembled. But the sobs behind her only added a touch of melancholy.
A fingertip probed, and sure enough, the entrance to her peach-red jade gate had already become a sticky, overflowing pool of honeyed fluid.
“Third Sister, in the past, if I accidentally brushed against your butt, you would chase after me and scold me for a long time. I thought you were some kind of chaste and virtuous iron lady.” He inserted his finger deeper, slowly curling and probing the tender flesh still bearing the marks of her first love, while saying in a sinister tone, “Who knew that once you actually touched her, you would be so wanton. The young ladies of Hanxiang Pavilion don’t even have as much fluid as you.”
“Ugh—ugh! Ugh—!” Miss Fang closed her eyes tightly, letting out a series of muffled groans, trembling with anger. Her bound hands had already dug her nails into her palms, and blood trickled down the lines, dripping onto the dirty sheet, like a few more drops of her virgin blood.
Having been a seasoned womanizer, he wasn't willing to take the plunge with just any woman. Gouzi's fingers were far more skilled than his tongue. He chuckled lewdly, knowing that his third sister's vagina had already been breached by Sun Duan and she couldn't contain the pleasure within. He thrust in hard, pressing against her soft clitoris, forcefully probing the most unbearably itchy spots.
While giving his all, he verbally humiliated her, specifically bringing up past instances of Fang Sanxiao scolding him. In no time, the woman beneath him, filled with humiliation and resentment, wept and released her juices, kicking her legs and raising her toes as she climaxed.
The pent-up frustration of the past few days finally found a twisted release in his third sister's orgasm.
Gouzi sat on Fang Sanxiao's waist, played with her wet, tender bud, then rose and moved between her legs, kneeling down to embrace her white buttocks, raising them to aim his erect penis.
The woman, already weakened by yin deficiency and having just ejaculated, was most vulnerable to manipulation. The moment he thrust in, she let out a moan and arched her head, her slender waist trembling, even the tendons in her thighs twitching slightly.
Yet, when a woman is vulnerable, the penis buried inside feels exceptionally pleasurable. With the slightest movement, the surrounding tender flesh, like oil, tightens around it, creating a sensation comparable to a seven-tenths-part of a renowned, alluring woman.
He slowly inserted, gently grinding, and slowly withdrew; only in this way could he avoid excessive pleasure and premature ejaculation. Gouzi bent down, alternately sucking on Miss Fang's breasts, determined to dedicate this rare night to enjoying her beautiful, intoxicating body.
In this mountain stronghold, how many days he would survive was uncertain. The other women, including Second Sister, were already ruined by the bandits; if he didn't come and pick up this leftover, where would he find any delicacies?
Even if Sun Duan were to take his life after this night, at least he would have fulfilled one of his lifelong wishes.
The only regret was that his second sister wasn't as bold as she was on the day she met her demise, and he hadn't been able to have his way with her. Now, she was a withered flower, unrecognizable, like a latrine in the backyard, something to be used whenever one wanted, so there was no need to rush.
"Third sister, you seem to like me quite a bit, don't you? Your little pussy, hurry up and suck my bird down." Despite his deliberate distraction, Gouzi hadn't been close to a woman for a while, only managing to ejaculate once by hand. Fang San's tender vagina tightened and sucked at him, and even with slow thrusts, he still reached his climax.
He decided to take advantage of her with words, suddenly lifting himself up, grabbing her unbound delicate foot, and bringing it to his mouth, licking the toe wildly. He then thrust his hips forward, churning her vaginal opening into a mess, the sound of water never ceasing.
"Waaah, waaah, waaah..." Amidst Miss Fang's continuous sobs, Gouzi suddenly pressed down, his glans throbbing against her aching cervix, violently ejaculating hot, thick, white semen deep within her delicate flower.
Knowing the grave mistake had been made, she trembled a few times, tears streaming down her face, before collapsing completely, her eyes losing their light, becoming like two dry wells. As if her spirit had flowed from her lower body, a stream of white fluid, mixed with a few drops of blood, slowly dripped from her ravaged honeypot onto the bed.
Gouzi, however, was not satisfied; the bestial lust and perverse fire within him still burned fiercely.
He had become Gouzi, a shameless, life-threatening, ruleless, pleasure-seeking maniac.
He lay on top of Miss Fang, groping, licking, and kissing her haphazardly until his penis was fully erect again. Then he rolled off the bed and pulled out another lump of fat he had hidden earlier from an oil paper package in the corner.
He scooped out a piece, twisted the knot in the cloth, and untied the belt binding her legs. Knowing Miss Fang was no longer able to resist, he easily flipped her over, placing her in a shameful position with her white buttocks facing upwards, her peach-like buttocks floating in the air. Then, he shoved the lump of fat into the small hole in her white, greasy cleft.
"Ugh? Ugh?"
Knowing that his third sister must be filled with doubt, Gouzi, panting heavily, climbed onto the bed, spread her legs, and thrust his penis into her virgin anus, making her arch her back and cry out in pain.
He licked his third sister's slightly salty back, swayed his hips, and while ravaging her anus, said smugly, "Third sister, if I don't handle your little asshole, and some burly bandit takes the plunge, he won't be gentle. It'll tear open, and you won't even be able to hold your poop. Let your younger brother stretch it open a bit first, so you'll suffer less later. Isn't that wonderful?"
Though he said this, he was too impatient, and his penis was exceptionally thick; a trickle of crimson blood had already flowed from her stretched anus. Just then, Sun Duan's voice suddenly came from outside the window.
"Dog, you're even more like a dog than I expected."

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