[Qi Fang's Wedding Night: A Sensual Extravaganza]

Chapter 1
It is said that after Di Yun was framed and imprisoned by the Wan family, and Qi Changfa disappeared without a trace, Qi Fang was forced to stay in the Wan family mansion.
A young woman, alone and helpless, with her childhood sweetheart suddenly turned into a lecherous scoundrel and having lost
her father who was her only support, the once lively and cheerful Qi Fang seemed like a different person, constantly sullen and unhappy.
Wan Gui, who had long coveted Qi Fang, naturally wouldn't miss the opportunity, spending his days keeping her company and helping her pass the time.
As time went on, Wan Gui finally got his wish, agreeing to entrust his life to her.
So the Wan family chose an auspicious day for the two to marry. At the wedding, the bride, unable to resist
the repeated urging of the guests, both well-intentioned and ill-intentioned, drank several cups of "Daughter's Red" wine. Her cheeks flushed red, and her breathing became rapid. She was
helped into the bridal chamber by her maid. Meanwhile, the groom, Wan Gui, was surrounded by guests, still drinking incessantly, cup after cup.
At this moment, a commotion arose outside the bridal chamber. Several drunken men, shouting and staggering, burst into the
room.
It turned out there was a local custom of "teasing the newlyweds." These men were none other than Lu Kun, the eldest of the eight disciples of the Wan family;
Zhou Qi, the second; Bu Yuan, the fifth; Wu Kan, the sixth; Feng Tan, the seventh; and Shen Cheng, the eighth. Except for Sun Jun, the fourth disciple
, who was usually quiet and reserved, all eight disciples (Wan Gui was the third) were present.
Seeing two maids inside, Lu Kun's face darkened, and he said, "Aren't you going out?" The two had no choice but to leave. Thus, the large
bridal chamber was left with only the bride and a few men.
Red candles burned brightly, illuminating the room as if it were daytime; the bride, her head covered with a veil, sat on the edge of the bed. Actually,
Qi Fang was dizzy and knew the men had ill intentions, but as the bride, she couldn't easily confront them, and having drunk too much
, she was powerless to resist. She could only submit to their will.
The men surrounded the bride, and several had already sat on the bed. Seeing the bride's unusually alluring figure, a result of her martial arts training
, the crowd was overcome with lust. Although she was their master's daughter-in-law and Wan Gui was known for
his domineering nature, these men were no pushovers either. Furthermore, the law didn't discriminate based on numbers, and the custom of teasing the bride in the bridal chamber was not something to be overly investigated. Therefore, everyone was emboldened by lust tonight
.
The eldest disciple, Lu Kun, being the most senior and experienced, was rightfully to take the lead.
He took a deep breath and abruptly ripped off the bride's red veil. Perhaps because the veil had been covering her all day,
a unique, rich, and intoxicating fragrance of virginity wafted out. The bride, blushing shyly,
had a beautiful face as radiant as a peach blossom. Beneath her red dress, her full figure was curvaceous, her high breasts
rising and falling, her breath sweet as orchids. The lustful men were mesmerized, only regaining their senses after a long while. Several of them found their lower
bodies stirring, some already erect.
Lu Kun was the first to strike. He roughly grabbed the bride's full breasts, and because they were large and soft
, his ten thick, dark fingers sank deep inside.
"Good breasts, so good!" Lu Kun couldn't help but exclaim loudly. The people around him were itching to get their hands on the bride, and they couldn't resist any longer
. They swarmed forward, treating the bride like prey, pouncing on her like a bunch of hunchbacks fighting over food. Bu Yuan opened his big mouth
and started biting and nibbling at the bride's face, leaving her face covered in foul-smelling saliva; Zhou Che stuffed his big bearded mouth into the bride
's cherry-like mouth and delicate nose, making it hard for Qi Fang to breathe. He also stuffed a thick, big tongue into the bride's mouth, swirling it around incessantly
, and occasionally uttering incoherent words like "So fragrant!" and "Mmm, it's fucking fragrant!"
Wu Kan grabbed Qi Fang's full breast and wouldn't let go; Feng Tan hugged Qi Fang's smooth, white thigh
and stroked it incessantly, nuzzling her vulva like a dog;
the most pitiful was her junior brother Shen Cheng, who had nowhere to go and paced frantically, finally placing his hands on Qi Fang's buttocks and
kneading them like dough.
Qi Fang, subjected to such a barbaric attack, was already terrified. Although she had heard of the local custom of "teasing the newlyweds,"
she never imagined it would be so barbaric—what was the difference between this and rape? To protect her virginity, Qi Fang twisted
and turned desperately, but the crowd was large, and all of them were martial artists, more skilled than Qi Fang. Furthermore, Qi Fang had drunk too much,
so it was all in vain. Instead, the beauty's struggles only aroused the lecherous men's lust, making their actions
even more brutal and indecent, treating the bride as their object of sexual gratification.
Lu Kun, the eldest brother, was a seasoned lover, skilled in matters of love and sex. However, he usually satisfied his lust by visiting brothels and seeking out prostitutes 　　.
Encountering a sexy stunner like Qi Fang, especially one who was also a virgin, was a rare treat, and he naturally wasn't about to let her go. His mouth was practically watering . 　　 His large hands rubbed against Qi Fang's clothes for a while, then suddenly he ripped open her collar and tore it open with a 　　sharp "rip," 　　 revealing a pink bodice underneath. Her breasts, like small watermelons, 　　rose and fell beneath the bodice, seemingly about to burst forth. Lu Kun stared, his eyes glazed over, 　　and he impatiently ripped off the bodice. Her two heavy, full breasts sprang out, almost hitting his 　　nose. At the same time, an alluring milky fragrance and a rich, lingering woman's scent wafted out, so thick and palpable it seemed almost tangible 　　. 　　 Lu Kun could no longer restrain himself. He hastily opened his blood-red mouth and took the bride's nipple in his mouth, sucking on it noisily 　　. At the same time, his hands were not idle either. He grabbed the two virgin breasts in each hand and kneaded them 　　violently, occasionally pinching and rubbing the two bright red, plump, peanut-sized, cherry-like nipples between his thumb and forefinger. 　　The nipples, stimulated by the man's fingers, swelled to their maximum size, so red they looked as if they were about to bleed. Sometimes, 　　the man even squeezed them into two thin slices of flesh. 　　 The two mounds of flesh were also subjected to a fierce attack, tightly gripped by two large, powerful hands. His fingers dug deep 　　into the snow-white flesh, and chunks of flesh peeked out from between his fingers. The dark fingers and white flesh formed a stark 　　contrast, extremely obscene. Qi Fang watched as her breasts, which had never been touched or even seen by a man before, were 　　being kneaded and flattened by a near-stranger. Tears streamed down her face, pattering onto her breasts. This, however, 　　only fueled Lu Kun's lust. He forcefully bit down on the tender, swollen nipple with his yellow teeth, and suddenly...

With a yank pull, he ripped the nipple two inches out!
He twisted the small, watermelon-shaped breast into a cone, causing Qi Fang to scream in agony.
Section Two
: Lu Kun, with his filthy, yellow teeth, bit down hard on Qi Fang's nipple and pulled it outwards, causing her to scream in pain
.
Fearing discovery, the crowd quickly stuffed Qi Fang's mouth with the bride's red veil. The poor beauty cried out to heaven and
earth in vain, tears welling in her eyes, her face flushed red, her breathing rapid, constantly exhaling
the unique fragrance of a young girl's breath—truly fragrant, intoxicating the crowd with desire.
After pulling the girl's nipple to its limit, Lu Kun suddenly opened his mouth, and the nipple sprang back with a "plop," causing a
ripple of milky flesh.
Seeing this erotic scene, the crowd, as if given a command, rushed to seize the two "money mountains." Each breast
was grasped by three or four hands, squeezed desperately, as if they were made of flour rather than flesh. Several
faces, distorted by lust, bit and rubbed against the breasts, some burying their eyes, noses, and mouths in the
soft, fragrant flesh, squeezing the two mounds together.
Soon, the two white breasts were covered with teeth marks, saliva, and dirty handprints, swelling even more
, like two fully inflated balloons.
Before long, the crowd had all pulled out their ugly genitals and began to rub them, several erect penises throbbing and
pulsating like monstrous snakes flicking their tongues, while the bride's fair and tender flesh became the meal of these monstrous snakes.
Zhou Che's penis was short but thick, its erect shaft emitting a pungent, fishy smell of male genitalia. He impatiently
shoved it into the bride's cherry-like mouth, forcing the red veil covering her lips deep into her throat, nearly suffocating her
and causing her eyes to water. The stench almost made her vomit.
Zhou Che enjoyed the feeling of his penis being enveloped by the warmth of the woman's mouth, feeling as if his penis was bathing in a hot spring while soaking in Qi Fang's saliva
. He felt as if he were ascending to heaven, believing that even the greatest pleasure in the world couldn't be more intense.
Not content with just soaking, he began thrusting his
thick, fleshy penis into the virgin's mouth as if it were a vagina. Her cheeks could barely contain it, causing her eyes to bulge and saliva to stream down her face.
Meanwhile, Feng Tan, who had been licking the girl's body, pounced on her and devoured her completely, exclaiming,
"Delicious! Delicious!"
Wu Kan, still lingering on Qi Fang's breasts, pulled out his long, thin penis. Though not as
thick as Zhou Che's, it was a full nine inches long, hard as stone, and throbbing.
Wu Kan gripped his penis and thrust it forcefully into her snow-white, soft breasts, creating
a deep dent. He felt as if he were pressing against a pile of cotton, an indescribable pleasure, his body tingling as if it were melting.
Not content with that, he pushed further in, until he reached the deepest point, only to be pushed back by the elasticity of the breasts themselves.
He then used his two thick penises to clamp the two mounds of snow-capped mountains from the edges towards the center, forming a deep cleavage. He then
placed his penis within the cleavage and began thrusting, using the cleavage as a vagina in a "double-breast clamping" motion. With his eyes closed, he savored
the soft, cotton-like sensation, feeling as if he were floating on clouds. While several others had claimed the snow-capped hot springs, the virgin treasure, the grassland
canyon, was first claimed by the eldest brother, Lu Kun.
He had already completely torn open the bride's bodice, immediately exposing the sacred spring of the girl's lower body to
the lustful eyes of the crowd. A deep valley was visible amidst the lush grass, with a babbling brook flowing through its center, already
showing signs of rising spring tide. A large area of the dark, oily grass was soaked, emitting a faint, virginal scent mixed with the
lustful aroma of a woman's genitals.
Lu Kun squatted down, aiming his penis at the delicate slit of the virgin's vulva, which bulged like a steamed bun.
He forcefully thrust his penis inside, and the vulva was forced open by the force of his large penis. The labia majora and minora tightly gripped his shaft
, as if unwilling to let it escape.
The virgin's vagina was so tight that Lu Kun felt a slight pain, and further penetration was extremely difficult. He even felt
a surge of pleasure, wanting to ejaculate immediately. He gritted his teeth, inhaled deeply, and desperately suppressed the urge to ejaculate, keeping his large penis
still inside the vagina to adjust to the tight grip. Only after the intense excitement subsided did he begin to move.
The feeling of his penis rubbing tightly against the tender flesh of the young girl's vulva was indescribably pleasurable, because
Qi Fang, who had never been intimate with a man before, was already overflowing with desire under the stimulation of his penis. With a slight effort, the man's penis plunged deep
inside, reaching the hymen. Though it was only a thin membrane, the glans could feel a slight bounce.
The girl, already somewhat dazed, trembled violently with tension, knowing that the most
crucial moment of becoming a woman had arrived, only the man who would take her virginity was not her husband. Without a word, Lu Kun
gripped Qi Fang's firm, pink buttocks, lowered his waist, and thrust in with all his might. His glans, like a steel spear, mercilessly
pierced the hymen, reaching the very core.
Qi Fang cried out in pain, her vagina involuntarily contracting. At the same time, a stream of bright red blood slowly flowed from her vagina
, mixing with the previous vaginal fluid, a shocking sight of red and white, flowing down her snow-white thighs onto the thick
mattress, soaking a large patch of the sheets.
The
bride's painful cries did not awaken Lu Kun's conscience; instead, they excited him even more. The penis began to
rhythmically thrust in and out, each time reaching the bride's cervix. Each withdrawal brought forth a trickle of vaginal fluid, leaving
a sticky white discharge on the bride's vulva, somewhat washing away the previous bloodstains.
Each thrust caused Qi Fang's breasts to sway violently, fortunately Wu Kan held them tightly to prevent
them from shaking. While raping the bride, Lu Kun asked smugly, "Enjoying it, beautiful?" Qi Fang gritted
her teeth, closed her eyes, and silently endured the lecherous thief's abuse, her tears seemingly dried up. She only felt pain
and humiliation, without a trace of pleasure.
After about the time it takes to smoke a pipe, Lu Kun was already completely exhausted by the bride's tight, wet, and warm vaginal opening.
His glans was intensely itchy, and his lower back tingled with numbness. Unable to bear it any longer, he thrust wildly ten times, as if trying
to rip out every last drop of fluid from Qi Fang's vagina. At the peak of pleasure, he suddenly ejaculated, spraying his entire load into the bride's womb.
Even after ejaculating, he remained inside her, savoring the afterglow until his penis was completely soft before reluctantly withdrawing.
Meanwhile, Wu Kan, who was assaulting her breasts, Zhou Che, who was penetrating her mouth, Bu Yuan, who was licking the bride's vulva and anus
, and Feng Tan, who was rubbing his penis against her soft abdomen, all reached their peak of pleasure and ejaculated.
Only his junior brother, Shen Cheng, who was as anxious as an ant on a hot pan, frantically grabbing and groping but unable to find a place to thrust, was still not
satisfied, but there was little time left for him to enjoy himself. It was now around midnight, and the previously noisy banquet outside
had gradually quieted down. The lecherous men had sobered up considerably, and the thought of how they had gang-raped the bride during their wedding night pranks had caused quite
a stir. They all became nervous.
Zhou Che spoke first: "Senior Brother, what we did today... if Master and Third Brother find out, it'll be terrible
!" Shen Cheng, young and timid, turned pale with fright and said, "Senior Brother, what should we do? What should we do?"
The others were dumbfounded; their earlier lust had vanished.
Old Lu Kun, however, was more experienced and composed. His mind raced, and he had an idea. He said to Zhou Che
, "Second Junior Brother, you're efficient. Quickly find a set of wedding clothes and a veil for the bride, the sooner the better. Also,
remember to find some fresh pig's blood in the kitchen, put it in a pig's bladder, sew it up with thread, and bring it back." He said to Wu Kan and Bu Yuan, "You two
clean up the bed, table, chairs, and everything else."
He tore off a piece of the bride's tattered dress and handed it to Chen Cheng, saying, "You wipe the bride clean."
He said to Feng Tan, "Go and keep watch at the door." Only then did everyone start working in a flurry.
Chen Cheng was so frightened that he trembled. When his hand touched the bride's fair but filthy thighs, he shook so much that he almost
couldn't hold the tattered cloth. Lu Kun cursed him as a useless piece of trash, saying, "If you're so cowardly, don't even try to mess with women." He grabbed the cloth
and wiped it all over, managing to clean up the pools of vaginal fluid.
At this moment, Zhou Che had already found a brand new bridal gown. Everyone hurriedly helped the bride dress
(because she was now paralyzed and unable to move). The experienced Lu Kun
carefully inserted the blood-filled pig's bladder deep into the bride's narrow vagina, adjusted her dark hair, and glanced around
. Seeing that it was basically acceptable, he glared at Qi Fang with wide, round eyes and said viciously, "Bride
, do you know how to behave? If you tell anyone about what happened today, even if we brothers are finished, you'll probably
be finished in the Wan family too. You'd better be sensible and obediently be your bride, pretend nothing happened, and you can keep
your position in the Wan family, enjoying endless wealth and luxury. Hahahaha!" He finished with a lewd laugh, completely
fearless, as if he had the bride completely under his control.
Zhou Che was a little worried and asked, "Won't Third Brother see through it?" Lu Kun said, "Don't worry, my good brother.
Wan Gui drank too much and is probably dead drunk. How could he tell the difference?"
Then he said to everyone, "It's getting late, let's hurry up and go." Before leaving, Lu Kun looked at
Qi Fang, who was sitting blankly on the new bed, and added, "Don't move around. After the groom has enjoyed your virginity, he'll know how
to take that thing out." Then he and everyone quickly left the bridal chamber.
About half an hour later, Wan Gui, who was as drunk as a rag doll, was helped into the bridal chamber. He haphazardly
tore off Qi Fang's red veil and cried out, "Beauty, I've missed you so much! Now you're mine!"
He then ripped off the bride's dress, pulled down her pants, and forcefully shoved his half-erect penis into Qi Fang's vagina
.
After only a few thrusts, he had already ejaculated profusely in the Water Curtain Cave. Finally, exhausted, he looked down and saw
a pool of bright red blood on the bride's inner thigh. Feeling his mission accomplished, he laughed triumphantly and collapsed onto the bride's pale flesh,
falling fast asleep. The bride was left heartbroken, secretly weeping. 　　(
The following is a separate, unrelated excerpt:) 　　 Erotic Love Story 　　Author: Unknown 　　 Chapter One: The Wedding Night It is said that after Di Yun was framed
by the Wan 　　 family and imprisoned, and Qi Changfa disappeared without a trace, Qi Fang was forced to stay in the Wan household. 　　 A young woman, Qi Fang, was left destitute and alone. Her childhood sweetheart, a fellow student, had suddenly become a lecherous scoundrel, and she had lost 　　her father, her only family. The once lively and cheerful Qi Fang seemed like a different person, constantly sullen and unhappy. 　　 Wan Gui, who had long harbored lustful thoughts towards Qi Fang, naturally wouldn't miss the opportunity, spending his days keeping her company and helping her 　　 pass the time. As time went on, Wan Gui finally reciprocated her feelings, agreeing to entrust his life to her. 　　 So the Wan family chose an auspicious day for the two to marry. At the wedding, the bride, unable to resist 　　the repeated urging of the well-meaning and ill-intentioned guests to drink, unknowingly drank several cups of "daughter's red" wine. Her cheeks flushed red, and her breathing became rapid 　　. She was helped into the bridal chamber by her maid. Meanwhile, the groom, Wan Gui, was surrounded by guests, still drinking incessantly. 　　 At this moment, a commotion arose outside the bridal chamber. Several drunken men, shouting and staggering, burst into the bridal 　　chamber. 　　 It turned out that there was a local custom of "teasing the newlyweds in the bridal chamber." These were none other than Lu Kun, the eldest disciple of the Wan family; 　　Zhou Qi, the second; Bu Yuan, the fifth; Wu Kan, the sixth; Feng Tan, the seventh; and Shen Cheng, the eighth. Except for Sun Jun, the fourth disciple, who was 　　usually taciturn and rarely interacted with others, all eight disciples (Wan Gui being the third) were present. 　　 Seeing two maids still inside, Lu Kun's face darkened, and he said, "Aren't you going out?" The two had no choice but to leave. Thus, the large 　　bridal chamber was left with only the bride and a few men. 　　 Red candles burned brightly, illuminating the room as if it were daytime; the bride, her head covered with a veil, sat on the edge of the bed. At this moment, 　　Qi Fang was dizzy and knew that the men had ill intentions, but as the bride, she couldn't turn against them, and having drunk too much 　　, she was powerless to resist, and could only submit to their will.

The crowd surrounded the bride, several already seated on the edge of the bed. Seeing the bride's unusually
alluring figure, a result of her martial arts training, they were all overcome with lust. Although she was their master's daughter-in-law, and Wan Gui was known for his domineering nature, these men
were no pushovers either. Furthermore, the law didn't discriminate based on numbers, and the custom of teasing the bride on her wedding night was not something to be taken too seriously. Therefore, tonight, everyone was emboldened by lust
.
The eldest disciple, Lu Kun, being the most senior and experienced, should rightfully take the lead.
He took a deep breath and abruptly ripped off the bride's red veil. Perhaps because the red cloth had been covering her all day,
a unique, sweet fragrance of a virgin wafted out, exceptionally rich and intoxicating. The bride, her face flushed with shyness,
possessed a beautiful face as radiant as a peach blossom. Beneath her red dress, her full figure was curvaceous and alluring, her high breasts
rising and falling with each breath. Several lustful men were mesmerized, taking a long time to recover. Several of them found their lower
bodies stirring, some already erect.
Lu Kun was the first to strike. He roughly grabbed the bride's full breasts, and because they were large and soft
, his ten thick, dark fingers sank deep inside.
"Good breasts, so satisfying!" Lu Kun couldn't help but exclaim loudly. The others, itching with desire, could no longer resist
and swarmed forward, treating the bride like prey, pouncing on her like a pack of wolves fighting over food. Bu Yuan opened his mouth wide
and began nibbling at the bride's face, leaving her face covered in foul-smelling saliva. Zhou Che stuffed his bearded mouth into the bride
's cherry-like mouth and delicate nose, making it difficult for Qi Fang to breathe. He also shoved a thick, large tongue into her mouth,
swirling it around and occasionally uttering incoherent phrases like "So fragrant!" and "Mmm, fucking fragrant!"
Wu Kan grabbed one of Qi Fang's full breasts and wouldn't let go; Feng Tan hugged one of Qi Fang's smooth, white legs
and stroked it incessantly, while nuzzling her vulva under her red dress like a dog;
the most pitiful was her junior apprentice, Shen Cheng, who had nowhere else to go and was frantically pacing around. Finally, he placed his hands on Qi Fang's buttocks and
began kneading them like dough.
Qi Fang, subjected to such a barbaric attack, was already terrified. Although she had heard of the local custom of "teasing the newlyweds,"
she never imagined it would be so barbaric. What was the difference between this and rape? To protect her virginity, Qi Fang twisted
and turned desperately, but there were too many people, all of whom were martial artists and more skilled than Qi Fang. In addition, Qi Fang had drunk too much,
so it was all in vain. On the contrary, the beauty's struggle only aroused the lust of the lecherous men. They found it even more exciting, and their actions became
even more brutal and indecent. They simply used the bride as their object of sexual gratification and continued to assault her.
The leader, Lu Kun, was a seasoned lover and skilled in matters of love, but he usually sought out prostitutes in brothels to satisfy his sexual
desires. It was rare to encounter a sexy beauty like Qi Fang who was also a virgin, so of course he was not going to let her go
. He was practically drooling.
His two huge hands rubbed Qi Fang's clothes for a long time, and suddenly he tore open Qi Fang's collar and
ripped it open with force. With a "rip,"
he tore off most of the outer garment, revealing the pink undergarment underneath. Her breasts, like two small watermelons,
rose and fell beneath her bodice, seemingly about to burst forth. Lu Kun stared, his eyes wide, and without waiting, he
ripped off the bodice. The two heavy, full breasts sprang out, almost hitting his
nose. At the same time, an alluring milky fragrance and a rich, lingering woman's scent wafted out, so intense it seemed almost tangible
.
Lu Kun could no longer resist. He opened his blood-red mouth wide and took the bride's nipple in his mouth, sucking noisily
. His hands were also busy, each grabbing a large, virginal breast and kneading it vigorously. He frequently pinched and
rubbed the two bright red, plump, peanut-sized, cherry-like nipples between his thumb and forefinger.
Under the man's stimulation, the nipples swelled to their full size, so red they looked as if they were about to bleed; sometimes,
they were even pinched into two thin slices of flesh.
The two fleshy mounds were also violently attacked, tightly gripped by two large, powerful hands. The ten fingers dug deep
into the snow-white flesh, chunks of milk bulging out from between the fingers. The dark fingers and white flesh formed a stark
contrast, exceptionally obscene. Qi Fang watched as her breasts, which had never been touched or even seen by a man before, were
being kneaded and flattened by a near-stranger. Heartbroken tears rolled down her cheeks, pattering onto her breasts. This only
further aroused Lu Kun's bestiality. He forcefully bit down on the tender, swollen virgin nipple with his yellow teeth, pulling
it outwards with a violent jerk, tearing the fragrant nipple two inches!
He ripped the small, watermelon-shaped breast into a cone shape, causing Qi Fang to scream in agony.
Chapter Two: A Hellish Honeymoon, Section One: The
next morning, Wan Gui slept until the sun was high in the sky before getting up. Qi Fang, having spent a sleepless night,
was haunted by nightmares of being gang-raped. The memory of being cherished by her father and senior brother since childhood, now reduced
to utter loneliness and this misfortune, her innocent body so humiliated by several lecherous men, soaked her pillow with tears
.
When the tranquility of dawn was broken by the first birdsong, Qi Fang rose. After washing and dressing, she
sat blankly in the bridal chamber, staring at Wan Gui, who slept like a log.
"I'll be spending my life with this man from now on," she murmured to herself.
She thought of Di Yun in prison, and of her childhood sweetheart relationship with her senior brother, their hearts already pledged to each other. She had thought
she had found a good home, that she would eventually belong to Di Yun. Although her senior brother was slow-witted, he was honest and kind. When they
were tired from martial arts practice, Di Yun would hand her a towel to wipe her sweat, but she never dared to wipe it herself.
She would just gaze at her from afar, smiling foolishly. At those times, she really wanted to lean her head on his shoulder.
Sometimes, when she was a little fierce, a little coquettish, or a little sulky with her senior brother, he would always accept it obediently, never daring to
disobey in the slightest, always trying his best to please his little junior sister. This playful banter, this capriciousness and submissiveness, also contained
a lot of tenderness and affection, but Di Yun, that silly boy, still couldn't understand Qi Fang's heart.
Looking at Wan Gui on the bed, she felt even more uneasy. Although Wan Gui had been very kind to her these days, in
her heart he was still like a stranger. If it weren't for her being helpless and having to inquire about her father's whereabouts...
"Sigh...actually, I only have my senior brother in my heart." Thinking of this, she couldn't help but sigh deeply, feeling heartbroken. Unable to
sit still any longer, she got up, pushed open the door, and went outside.
Once outside, she saw blue skies and white clouds, the sky clear and bright, and her gloom lessened somewhat. Walking
straight along the corridor, she saw carved beams and painted rafters, numerous buildings all around, all with green bricks and red tiles, nestled among clusters of flowers and
trees, a beautiful contrast of red and green. Every now and then, she saw artificial hills, fountains, and other scenic features, all perfectly placed
, clearly meticulously cared for. What a magnificent mansion! No wonder it belongs to one of the most prestigious families in Jingzhou;
it certainly has an air of grandeur.
The winding corridor led to a small garden, where she sat down to rest on a bluestone slab. This was
a place Qi Fang often frequented recently. Because it was far from the main living quarters, it was relatively quiet. Since the sudden misfortune at home,
Qi Fang's temperament had become somewhat melancholic, unlike the lively, carefree, and easily
capricious young girl she once was. She suddenly became quiet.
Sitting down, she thought, if she hadn't been forced to drink several bowls of broth yesterday, she wouldn't have been defiled by that wicked man
. Now that a terrible mistake had been made, who could she blame? She could only blame her own misfortune.
Just as she was pondering this, filled with regret, she suddenly heard a dry cough from the artificial hill behind her, breaking
the surrounding tranquility. Qi Fang hurriedly asked, "Who is it?" An old male voice replied, "It's me." As he answered
, he walked out from behind the artificial hill. It was none other than Qi Fang's father-in-law, Wan Zhenshan.
Wan Zhenshan, the head of the Wan family, the most powerful martial arts family in Jingzhou, was about sixty years old. He was tall and
imposing, with a slightly balding head and a ruddy complexion, appearing exceptionally energetic.
"Fang'er, you're up so early. Why don't you spend more time with Gui'er? A moment of bliss on the wedding night is worth a thousand pieces of gold."
Unexpectedly, the usually dignified and proper head of the family, Old Master Wan, seemed like a completely different person today,
speaking so rudely. Qi Fang was puzzled when Wan Zhenshan sat down next to her and said, "How was last night? 　　How was
Gui'er treating you?" 　　 Qi Fang asked, "Father, what do you mean by that?" 　　 Wan Zhenshan said with a forced smile, "Nothing much. A wedding night is one of the greatest joys of life… It's just that 　　my Gui'er has become too fond of women these past few years, and his body has been worn down by love. Has he neglected you?" 　　 With that, he reached out his large, hairy hand to pull Qi Fang's arm. 　　 Qi Fang hurriedly stood up and said, "Father, what's wrong with you today? You're saying all sorts of nonsense, it's so embarrassing. 　　You're not usually like this." 　　 Wan Zhenshan smiled broadly, his eyes gleaming with lewdness. He said, "Before, Miss Qi was a guest, 　　of course I had to respect her... Now that you and Gui'er are married, and you've slept together, we're all family now. 　　Can't I touch my son's things? Bah, ridiculous! What a joke! Come, Fang'er, let's get intimate..." 　　He then reached out to pull Qi Fang. 　　Qi Fang jumped back as if stung by a scorpion, staring at Wan Zhenshan's shameless old face, her eyes seemingly 　　spitting fire. She never imagined that the usually dignified Wan Zhenshan was such a shameless lecher, 　　utterly disrespectful to his elders, trying to take advantage of his daughter-in-law. She knew she had entered the 　　tiger's den, her mind racing, trying to figure out how to escape. 　　 Seeing Qi Fang's angry expression, Wan Zhenshan became even more interested. He leaned closer and said, "A beauty is most beautiful when she's 　　angry. Fang'er is truly stunning, the more I look at her, the more beautiful she becomes. Gui'er, I really don't know what good fortune you accumulated in your past life. 　　Haha." 　　 He then sniffed and said, "Mmm, so fragrant. Young girls are different. This scent is truly intoxicating." 　　 With that, he pounced on Qi Fang with his large body. Qi Fang couldn't dodge in time and was tightly embraced by the old lecher 　　. 　　 Qi Fang was both angry and anxious, and cried out, "Father, don't do this! If you keep doing this, I'll scream for help!" 　　 Wan Zhenshan leered, "Screaming won't do any good; no one can hear you here." 　　 Qi Fang was furious and punched him with all her might, but the blows hit Wan Zhenshan's body without any force, 　　as if he were someone who didn't know martial arts. Qi Fang was startled and hurriedly tried to circulate her inner energy, but she felt empty in her lower abdomen and 　　couldn't muster any inner energy. Had she been tricked? Qi Fang's mind went blank. 　　 Seeing her bewildered expression, Wan Zhenshan chuckled smugly, "Don't worry, little beauty, you 　　can't use your martial arts right now." 　　 "What did you do to me?" Qi Fang felt a sudden dizziness. 　　 "Remember the cup of wine your father toasted you alone last night? That was specially prepared for you by your father-in-law." 　　 Qi Fang suddenly realized that this old lecher had planned this all along! She felt even more indignant and grief-stricken. It turned out that Wan Zhenshan 　　had sprinkled "muscle-relaxing and bone-softening powder" into the wine, which could cause a person to lose all their martial arts skills within ten days. 　　 Seeing Qi Fang's dazed look, Wan Zhenshan began to grope her without restraint. First, with his large 　　, calloused hands, he grabbed one of Qi Fang's breasts through her clothes. Qi Fang snapped out of her daze and frantically tried 　　to break free, but Wan Zhenshan's hands were like iron clamps, immobilizing her. She could only watch helplessly as Wan Zhenshan 　　pulled open her clothes, revealing a light red bodice with a mandarin duck pattern underneath. Two mounds of flesh 　　rose and fell with Qi Fang's heavy breathing beneath the thin fabric, a deep cleavage slightly visible between them. 　　The fragrance from Qi Fang's breath mingled with the milky scent emanating from her cleavage. Wan Zhenshan's lecherous eyes peered 　　down from above the deep cleavage, seeing the two breasts tightly pressed together, 　　making it difficult to even insert a finger. "Let's see how tight it really is." A thought flashed through his mind, and he forcefully inserted a rough index finger from 　　above her cleavage. The slippery flesh on either side of the cleavage was forced apart, jiggling slightly like jelly, until the entire finger 　　was inside, tightly enveloped by the flesh, obscuring the finger from view. Wan Zhenshan tried moving it in and out 　　a few times, finding it very tight and feeling extremely satisfied. He then grabbed her breasts tightly through her bodice and began 　　making circular motions around her cleavage. Throughout the process, Qi Fang struggled desperately but couldn't move an inch. This only 　　intensified the old lecher's pleasure. 　　 Wan Zhenshan was a seasoned lecher, well-versed in the ways of pleasure. He didn't go straight to the point, but instead...

After groping and caressing her undergarment for a while, he suddenly snapped, ripping it off. Two full,
firm breasts, like white doves, suddenly sprang out against Qi Fang's will,
caught off guard by Wan Zhenshan. Qi Fang, both angry and ashamed, turned her head away. Her two large breasts,
steaming hot like freshly steamed buns, were too large to be fully grasped in one hand. Wan Zhenshan's fingers dug deep into the smooth, soft
flesh. Due to years of martial arts training, Qi Fang's breasts were extremely elastic, plump and swollen like two inflated balloons,
almost bouncing back his fingers. In the morning breeze, her beautiful breasts
swayed in the old lecher's large hands, emitting a lewd fragrance, the tender skin sliding around as if trying to escape the lecher
's clutches. All of this only fueled the old lecher's lust.
Wan Zhenshan kneaded Qi Fang's breasts until they were red and swollen, a full third larger than usual, resembling
two fleshy peaks rising angrily into the clouds. Wan Zhenshan opened his foul mouth and forcefully bit down on Qi Fang's left
nipple with his black, filthy teeth, pulling it outwards with all his might, stretching the nipple long and turning the breast into a spindle shape; then suddenly
he released his grip, causing the nipple to snap back with a "snap," startling the breast into a "plop" of bouncing up and down.
At the same time, Wan Zhenshan's thick tongue lingered repeatedly on the two sacred snow-capped mountains, leaving a pool of salty, sticky
saliva that emitted a strong, foul, and fishy odor, making one want to vomit. The stench almost made Qi Fang faint.
While biting down on Qi Fang's left nipple, Wan Zhenshan used both hands to pinch Qi Fang's right breast (her breasts
were so large that it took two hands to fully encircle them), forcefully pulling his thumbs together.
The flesh above his thumbs immediately gushed upwards like a white fountain, swollen even larger than before,
swaying like waves. Not satisfied, Wan Zhenshan increased the force with his iron-like hands,
squeezing Qi Fang's right breast as if milking a cow. The snow-white, pink breast grew redder and deeper with each pinch,
until it formed a blood-red gourd, as if blood would spurt out. But the lecherous old man showed
no mercy, opening his mouth to suckle the engorged nipple relentlessly, seemingly determined to extract milk
. Poor Qi Fang endured both physical and mental humiliation, wishing she could die immediately.
However, the real show was just beginning. After having his fill of playing with Qi Fang's two plump, fresh breasts, Wan Zhenshan immediately
shifted his attention to her alluring vulva. To prevent Qi Fang from resisting, he simply twisted her arms behind her back,
dislocating both her elbows. The poor beauty cried out in pain, her face turning pale and tears streaming down her cheeks. The old
lecher didn't care about anything else. His large hands slid down Qi Fang's breasts, across her smooth abdomen, and touched her high, protruding
mounds of flesh. He bent down and used his mouth to feel the softness and elasticity of his daughter-in-law's mons pubis, smelling the feminine fragrance emanating from her mysterious lower body
. After only a few sniffs, his lower body was already throbbing and erect. While secretly praising, "What a charming treasure
," he pulled down his pants, dragged down Qi Fang's panties, and forcefully pushed his thick, hot penis, like a burning stick,
open her two dewy, fragrant labia, reaching straight to her clitoris. Although Wan Zhenshan was old, he was still vigorous. His large penis
thrust left and right in Qi Fang's tender orifice, rubbing against her delicate vaginal walls until they bled,
staining the grass beneath her. The old thief, seeing this, assumed he had obtained Qi Fang's virginity and became even more smug.
He thrust wildly, squeezing Qi Fang's breasts almost to bursting them.
After half an hour of thrusting from the front, the old thief's back ached, so he lifted Qi Fang up, ordered her to place her hands on a stone
bench, and then inserted himself into her vagina from behind. This insertion seemed even deeper than from below. The old thief, with ruthless force, thrust deep into
her flesh, each stroke piercing her core. His dark, hard penis left Qi Fang utterly bewildered, her juices flowing freely,
her long hair whipping around, and she uncontrollably uttering moans and groans, whether from pleasure or pain, it was impossible to tell. Two large, white breasts
swayed beneath her like two water balloons, their movements in rhythm with the "plop plop" sounds of the penetration. The old lecher's lust
intensified at the sight. He reached forward and grabbed one breast, caressing it at will, finding its fleshy texture incredibly satisfying
. Not content with just kneading, he also pulled downwards, stretching the two beautiful breasts into two long, thin
gourds. Qi Fang screamed in pain, her face pale with agony; after all, breasts are made of flesh. The old lecher, disregarding Qi Fang's
life or death, gripped the breast tightly, using it for leverage, and began a frenzied thrusting and pounding into his daughter-in-law's tender orifice. Semen and blood
splattered everywhere as his penis opened and closed with loud "bang bang" sounds, accompanied by Qi Fang's cries of agony and tears streaming down her face. Gradually,
even her cries of pain faded; she felt as if her body was being torn apart, a living hell.
All around, birds sang and flowers bloomed, willow branches swayed like silk, a beautiful and pleasant scene. On the stone bench, a live sex show,
or rather, a human tragedy, was unfolding .
After about the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, under the relentless thrusting of his penis, Qi Fang's vagina was
overflowing with spring water. The old thief's penis felt warm and spring-like inside his wife's vagina, like soaking in a hot spring, so comfortable that even his limbs felt
like they were melting. Just as he was enjoying himself immensely, he suddenly felt a tightening sensation, his glans throbbing and swelling, ejaculating thick
semen, all of it hitting the depths of Qi Fang's flower core.
Qi Fang sobbed softly. The old lecherous thief contentedly withdrew his dark penis, which was covered in red and white semen
and blood, glistening in the sunlight, seemingly because it had been soaked for so long in Qi Fang's youthful, protein-rich honey
.
Wan Zhenshan let out bursts of lewd laughter, his entire body trembling with pleasure. In his triumph, he swung his large, fan-like
hand down hard, a sharp crack echoing as it slapped Qi Fang's full, snowy buttocks. Her
skin bounced like a startled rabbit, instantly turning a large patch of crimson.
"My good wife, you're mine now. Obey your father, and I'll guarantee you endless riches.
Hahaha..."
With that, he strode away, leaving the naked beauty, like a lamb, on the stone bench. Qi Fang
's vulva, like a small mouth, was still slightly opening and closing, leaking a red and white fluid that stained a large patch on the bench.
The scent of her vaginal fluid mingled with the smell of the garden grass, carrying a strange fragrance...
After a long while, Qi Fang stopped crying, silently dressed, and slowly left, unaware of
where she was, as if in a nightmare.
(Chapter Two)
The day after her wedding, Qi Fang was raped by her father-in-law—a misfortune she never imagined would befall
her. Ashamed to tell Wan Gui, she silently endured the bitterness of her fate. Her only
hopes were that Wan Gui would treat her better and that her senior brother would be released from prison soon. For some reason, she
still couldn't let go of Di Yun deep down.
She simply couldn't imagine how her usually honest and kind senior brother could become a "lecher" overnight.
She couldn't accept this "fact," no matter what, even though reason told her she had to.
Initially, Wan Gui treated Qi Fang fairly well. But as time went on, the philandering Wan Gui
lost interest in her, neglecting the beautiful woman at home while he continued his philandering.
This gave the shameless old scoundrel Wan Zhenshan an opportunity. He harassed Qi Fang every few days, using his wife
as a tool for sexual gratification.
However, Qi Fang's nightmare was yet to come.
That evening, Qi Fang was taking a bath in her room.
In the middle of the room stood a large wooden tub, almost half a person's height. Qi Fang sat in the tub, only her fair, jade-like
shoulders exposed. The tub was filled with hot water, with rose petals floating on the surface. The fragrance of the roses mingled with
the scent of her beautiful body, filling the entire room.
Qi Fang gently stroked her arms, continuously sprinkling water on herself, carefully washing.
She seemed to want to wash away all the humiliation of the past few days.
Touching her snow-white chest, she let out a long sigh.
She felt she had married Wan Zhenshan, that old lecher, rather than Wan Gui.
In terms of interest in her, Wan Gui was far inferior to Wan Zhenshan.
Wan Gui's interest in women was fleeting. Once the novelty wore off, he lost all interest.
Occasionally, he would have an intimate moment with his wife, but it was always a hasty affair, leaving the aroused Qi Fang unattended.
Meanwhile, the shameless, immoral, and incestuous Wan Zhenshan, upon seeing Qi Fang, was consumed by lust, as if he wanted to devour her
. Whenever he had the chance, he would hold Qi Fang in his arms, biting and nibbling at her. Sometimes, in broad daylight
, he would pull down her underwear and have sex with her, making Qi Fang climax two or three times each time, leaving the delicate beauty aching all over and wet
.
Qi Fang, lost in thought and self-pity, was unaware that the window had been broken open, and a pair of lecherous men were peeping at the
beauty bathing. One of them was thin and sallow-faced, with a pointed mouth and monkey-like cheeks, and a few long hairs growing from a black mole on his left cheek,
looking indescribably lewd—this was Wu Kan, Wan Zhenshan's sixth disciple; the other was rather dark and fat, with a full beard
, small eyes, and a flat nose, quite ugly—this was Feng Tan, Wan Zhenshan's seventh disciple.
Ever since their first encounter on Qi Fang's wedding night, the two men felt they had never tasted such a unique flavor in their lives and longed to
steal another kiss. Every time they saw Qi Fang's slender and alluring figure, they lost their appetite and their desire burned fiercely. Seeing
that Wan Gui was away on business in another province, it was the perfect opportunity. Today, they finally met.
Qi Fang, oblivious to their own thoughts, washed herself while lost in her own world. She sat in the tub for a while, her back
aching, so she stood up. Qi Fang was of medium height, with a slender, graceful figure—
slender in all the right places, and not slender in any other way. Her snow-white skin was slightly flushed from the hot water, which, combined with her long, black
hair, made her even more radiant, like a peach blossom, breathtakingly beautiful. An oval face, willow-leaf eyebrows, eyes like pools of autumn water, brimming with tender
affection; a delicate, straight nose, and thin, pomegranate-red lips, like budding flowers,
their fragrance wafting even before they open; a fair, white neck, elegant and graceful like a swan, tempting one to take a bite; slender
, delicate shoulders, charming and alluring, below which rise two towering peaks, like frost and snow piled high, trembling slightly,
each peak topped with a plump, juicy red cherry, just like the "freshly peeled chicken head" in Tang Dynasty poetry, utterly alluring.
Below the abdomen, the lines taper sharply inward, reaching a slender waist that cannot be encircled by a single hand. A round navel in the center is also quite
adorable.
The two men's lustful eyes lingered for a moment on the small, cute navel, then moved to the beauty's lower body: two long,
slender thighs without an ounce of excess fat, reflecting the healthy glow of her skin under the light; her pelvis was full, clearly indicating
she would bear many children; the dark, glossy hair between her pelvic bones was completely wet, obediently parted on both sides, slightly revealing a
watery red slit.
Qi Fang had not yet given birth, and coupled with her "naturally endowed monstrous cave," she was already an unparalleled beauty to be admired and enjoyed by men . Even after being violated a thousand times, her alluring orifice would remain beautiful, especially since she 　　hadn't been violated that many times
since entering the Wan family . 　　 Qi Fang used a wooden ladle to scoop a ladle of water from the bucket and poured it over her head with a "whoosh," then flicked her head, 　　splashing water everywhere, the movement extremely graceful. 　　 Her two breasts swayed and rippled, creating a "wave-like bosom," truly arousing the heart and lungs. 　　 The two men stared, their mouths watering, their lower bodies throbbing with desire. 　　 Wu Kan gave Feng Tan a wink, and Feng Tan, understanding, pulled a small bamboo tube from his person and 　　gently blew air into the room through a small hole in the window, his face showing impatience. 　　 A wisp of white smoke drifted into the room. This was "Soul-Stealing and Bone-Melting Powder," which Wu Kan had bought from a shady charlatan. 　　It was non-toxic, but it could render a person unable to move their limbs for three hours, while keeping their other senses 　　normal. 　　 Soon, Qi Fang in the tub felt somewhat lightheaded, her eyes beginning to glaze over. 　　 In her hazy consciousness, Qi Fang felt she was back in her familiar home in the countryside of Yuanling, Hunan. 　　 Strings of red chili peppers hung under the eaves, and Qi Fang's face was flushed. 　　 Her senior brother and she were practicing martial arts. He unleashed a move called "Ten Thousand Wells, Man and Pig Annihilation," 　　slashing 　　his longsword fiercely from right to left and downwards. Suddenly, his senior brother leaped up, dodging the attack, and with a move called "Man Appears, Sunflower Falls," he held the longsword in his mouth and struck his own temples with both palms from top to bottom. 　　 Qi Fang paled, dropped her sword, and fell backwards. Di Qu ducked even faster, catching Qi Fang safely from behind 　　.

Qi Fang let out a long breath, about to berate her senior brother for his merciless treatment and humiliating defeat, when Di Yun pressed his hands against
her chest.
Her precious breasts were covered by the man's hands, making Qi Fang blush crimson with shame. She was utterly at a loss
for what to do.
Her senior brother began to grope her breasts roughly, his fingers squeezing them hard as if he wanted to burst them. Qi
Fang was overwhelmed with shyness, her eyes filled with desire, her breathing rapid.
Di Yun roughly kneaded his junior sister's large breasts, suddenly pinching her tender nipples hard.
Qi Fang screamed in pain.
"Senior brother, you…
" Even in her unconscious state, Qi Fang cried out in pain, tears streaming down her face, before slowly regaining consciousness.
Her beautiful eyes slowly opened. She discovered two more people in the tub.
Although her mind was still hazy and her vision was obscured by a fog, Qi Fang could still recognize that
the person in front of her was definitely not her senior brother. Who was it? Qi Fang struggled and tried desperately to recall.
The hideous faces from their wedding night suddenly flashed into her mind.
Qi Fang was both angry and anxious, but found herself completely unable to move. Her limbs felt like they were filled with lead, or as if she were floating on clouds
, as limp as a puddle of mud.
Wu Kan, the "senior brother" in Qi Fang's dream, narrowed his triangular eyes, revealing a lewd glint: "Sister-in-law, I've
missed you so much these days." With that, he embraced the sexy beauty from behind, his lean but large-knuckled hands tightly grasping
her high, firm breasts, feeling their excellent elasticity. Sometimes he would squeeze her breasts together, forming a
line; sometimes he would make circular motions around her nipples; sometimes he would pull his hands back,
pressing her breasts into two large, round patties.
The fullness and elasticity of her breasts captivated Wu Kan. It was as if his hands were firmly glued to those two mounds
.
At this moment, something hard pressed against Qi Fang's full backside, sinking slightly into
the crease of her buttocks.
Wu Kan's foul mouth rubbed against Qi Fang's face, his rough beard pricking her painfully.
His stench constantly assaulted her face, making her want to vomit.
Qi Fang struggled, her hair disheveled, her expression sorrowful and pitiful. She opened her mouth to scream, but her mouth was already stuffed with her own
underwear.
Leaning forward, trying to dodge Wu Kan's clutches, he inadvertently left the two mountain fortresses in the hands of another lecherous thief.
Feng Tan's hands had already unceremoniously grasped the beauty's breasts, and he opened his mouth to take half a breast into his mouth
.
Qi Fang's fragrant breasts, like melt-in-your-mouth desserts, slid through Feng Tan's foul mouth.
Feng Tan couldn't help but close his eyes, savoring the sweet and soft milky taste.
Although no milk flowed out, it tasted even more fragrant and delicious, whetting Feng Tan's appetite and causing him to salivate constantly.
His other hand wasn't idle either, pinching Qi Fang's other nipple and tugging at her other large
breast.
Four hands and two mouths treated this pair of beautiful breasts as a sumptuous feast, devouring them with great relish.
At this moment, Qi Fang couldn't help but hate herself for being so voluptuous.
Under their brutal violation, Qi Fang's breasts were covered in streaks of bloody finger marks,
a poignant contrast against her surrounding snow-white skin.
The lecherous Feng Tan, having had his fill of her large breasts, thrust his already erect penis into Qi Fang's lower body,
pumping it in and out in the water with loud "thump, thump, thump" sounds, splashing water everywhere.
Because it was underwater, the penetration was very tight, accelerating the secretion of her vaginal fluids. Soon, Qi Fang's lower body became a veritable "waterway." A trickle of vaginal fluid, a 　　pale white,
oozed from her vaginal opening . 　　 The fluid increased, seemingly making the water in the bucket somewhat murky. 　　 Wu Kan, however, continued tirelessly manipulating Qi Fang's breasts. He then forcefully pulled her nipples upwards. 　　 The nipples immediately became very long, and her breasts turned oval. 　　 Qi Fang cried out in pain, tears streaming down her face, her beauty faded. 　　 He continued to fondle her breasts, his hands savoring the flesh. 　　 Wu Kan's erect penis had already transformed into a straight steel spear, inserted directly into Qi Fang's plump, white buttocks 　　. More precisely, into her buttock cleft. 　　 Because both of them were naked, the stimulation of flesh against flesh caused them to secrete a lot of fluids 　　. 　　 Qi Fang's buttock cleft felt as smooth and slippery as if coated with oil. 　　 Using the strength of her breasts, Wu Kan thrust his penis in and out of her buttock cleft, finding it quite pleasurable. 　　 The constant friction of his penis against the folds of flesh in the beauty's buttock cleft, and the squeezing sensation of her soft yet elastic buttocks 　　, made it harder and hotter. 　　 Under this unusual stimulation, even an old lecher like Wu Kan couldn't help but groan softly. 　　 The hard, fleshy rod was inserted into Qi Fang's buttocks, as if lifting her up. 　　 Qi Fang's body rose and fell rhythmically with Wu Kan's thrusts. 　　 Although Qi Fang felt utterly humiliated, she couldn't control the waves of pleasure emanating from her lower body. 　　 The thick, powerful rod slid in her buttocks for the time it takes to smoke a pipe before Wu Kan pulled back slightly, straightened 　　his rod, and thrust it into Qi Fang's anus. 　　 Until now, Qi Fang's anus had never been touched by anyone. 　　 Caught off guard by the foreign object, Qi Fang let out a cry of pain. 　　 Her anus was too tight; Wu Kan's rod only penetrated halfway to the glans. 　　 Her sphincter contracted desperately, the tender flesh gripping the glans from all sides, making Wu Kan feel waves of tightness. 　　 He showed no mercy, gathering his strength, arching his back, and thrusting in again. 　　 The penis parted the layers of flesh and penetrated deep into Qi Fang's rectum.

Two fleshy spears, one in front and one behind, formed a pincer attack.
Although it was still tight, Wu Kan thrust in and out relentlessly.
Like an ox plowing a field, he vigorously cultivated Qi Fang's anal canal, the tight grip of her flesh providing indescribable
pleasure.
Qi Fang, however, felt as if her anus was being torn apart; all her muscles tensed, and she broke out in a cold sweat from the pain.
Under the torture of the fleshy spears, Qi Fang's rectal wall ripped, and blood flowed out, staining the bucket of water bright red.
Seeing the blood, Wu Kan's bestial nature was aroused; he swung his two massive, fan-like hands and slapped her buttocks.
A series of crisp "slap, slap, slap" sounds rang out, and instantly her buttocks turned blood red.
Qi Fang fainted from the pain.
When Qi Fang awoke again, the two fleshy spears were still thrusting into her lower body, one in front and one behind,
as if trying to pierce her through.
Even the two lecherous thieves could feel each other's penises only an inch away.
Qi Fang involuntarily closed her eyes tightly; she couldn't bear to see her body being ravaged—it would drive her mad.
This nightmare seemed endless.
The water battle lasted for an hour, and neither seemed inclined to ejaculate.
Wu Kan said, "Junior brother, is sister-in-law almost done washing?"
Feng Tan understood. The two of them, one supporting Qi Fang under her armpits, the other bracing themselves on the edge of the tub, pushed off with their feet, lifting Qi
Fang out of the tub.
They continued their lewd act on the floor.
This time, Wu Kan inserted his penis into her vagina, while Feng Tan inserted it into Qi Fang's mouth.
The filthy, smelly penis filled Qi Fang's mouth completely, reaching deep into her throat.
Qi Fang could feel the penis growing thicker, almost overflowing her.
With each thrust, Feng Tan's testicles slapped against Qi Fang's lips.
This villain must not have bathed for half a month; a stench emanated from him.
His long, thick, curly pubic hair pricked Qi Fang's face painfully.
Some hairs even occasionally stung Qi Fang's nostrils, causing unbearable itching.
Feng Tan slowed his thrusting, pressing his scrotums tightly against Qi Fang's face.
The young woman's rosy, delicate face nestled against the man's two large, hairy, smelly mounds of flesh,
creating a stark contrast.
Feng Tan's testicles roamed over Qi Fang's face, slowly gliding over her cherry lips, delicate nose, and beautiful eyes.
A strong, fishy stench lingered wherever they touched.
Feng Tan, however, closed his eyes, enjoying it immensely.
It wasn't just physical stimulation, but also a sexual satisfaction.
Below, Wu Kan's penis continued its relentless thrusting, each withdrawal causing Qi Fang's labia to fold
and fold in and out.
The woman's vaginal fluids were continuously squeezed out of her wetness by the penis, flowing down her thighs to the floor.
Feng Tan's lust grew increasingly intense; he even pried open Qi Fang's eyelids with his hand and thrust his enormous glans into her
eyeballs.
Qi Fang was beyond tears.
Eyes, such fragile things, were now being used by this lecherous thief for his lust.
The glans rubbed against the beauty's soft eyeballs, each movement causing Qi Fang excruciating pain.
The vaginal fluid secreted by the glans blurred Qi Fang's vision.
Bored beyond measure, Feng Tan forced his penis into Qi Fang's vagina.
One penis had already filled her vagina, now two were being inserted.
Qi Fang felt she was going insane.
The two penises thrust up and down in another fierce attack.
Finally, both men ejaculated almost simultaneously.
(End of Chapter Two, Section Two)
The seven disciples of the Wan Sect were all shameless lechers, but their tastes in sex varied.
The eldest disciple, Lu Kun, favored virgins and young girls; in his words, he liked "tender goods."
Therefore, he was the one who initiated the encounter on Qi Fang's wedding night.
The second disciple, Zhou Che, loved to use his tongue, possessing superb tongue skills.
The third disciple, Wan Gui, enjoyed visiting prostitutes.
The fourth disciple, Sun Jun, would reveal his preferences later.
The fifth disciple, Wu Kan, enjoyed playing with breasts.
The sixth disciple, Feng Tan, enjoyed massaging every part of a woman's body with his penis.
The youngest disciple, Shen Cheng, enjoyed stealing women's clothes, especially underwear; in modern terms, he was a "fetishist
.
" Zhou Che greedily licked Qi Fang's fragrant tongue, waves of rich, sweet, fleshy flavor constantly emanating from his tongue
.
It was like drinking nectar, making him feel refreshed all over.
After about the time it takes to eat a meal, Zhou Che's tongue reluctantly left Qi Fang's mouth.
The fragrance of that healthy, mature young woman's lip rouge remained forever in the lecher's mind.
Zhou Che's tongue then roamed over Qi Fang's fair face.
Her delicate, smooth face felt cool and comfortable,
like a piece of beautiful jade.
As the man's thick tongue moved, Qi Fang's body trembled slightly.
She exhaled hot, fragrant breath.
The tongue made her feel itchy and tingly, even somewhat pleasurable.
The tongue stopped at her nostrils; the woman's nose was small and lovely.
The tongue probed into her nostrils; they were clean, without a trace of unpleasant odor, but rather a faint fragrance.
The beauty's breath was like orchids; even her nostrils must be fragrant?
The warm tip of the tongue entered her nostrils, and Qi Fang felt an unbearable itch, her body writhing.
Zhou Che pressed his hands against Qi Fang's large breasts, rendering her unable to move.
The tongue climbed onto Qi Fang's eyelids again, licking her eyebrows and eyelashes.
Qi Fang's eyelashes were so long.
The man's tongue carefully combed through Qi Fang's eyelashes.
Her eyelashes were completely wet; how could he comb them properly?
Qi Fang helplessly closed her eyes. She thought men were all strange and disgusting things, that they would be
interested in her eyes.
The foul-smelling saliva continued to leak into Qi Fang's eyes.
The tip of the tongue persistently swept into the corner of Qi Fang's eye, trying to force its way in.
Qi Fang's eyes remained tightly closed. Finally, the tongue gave up on the beauty's eyes. The tongue traveled down, past her jaw and neck, 　　stopping
at Qi Fang's breasts . 　　 Her breasts stood like twin peaks, with a thin, deep valley between them. 　　 The tongue started from the edge of her left breast, tracing circles along its base. 　　 Qi Fang's breasts were round, very full and firm. 　　 Because of her flat stomach, her breasts resembled two mountain peaks rising from the ground. 　　 Truly, they were "nipple mountains" or "double-breasted mountains. 　　 " Zhou Che's tongue moved in circles, his head turning accordingly. 　　 Because Qi Fang's breasts were quite large, the movements of his tongue around her "breast kingdom" were rather large. 　　 But Zhou Che still licked patiently. 　　 Because they were indeed tempting, making his mouth water. 　　 While enjoying himself with his mouth, he grasped her right breast with his hand. 　　 One hand couldn't possibly hold it, but he could fully feel its fullness and elasticity. 　　 Zhou Che increased the pressure. Qi Fang's brows furrowed tightly, her teeth clenched. 　　 Zhou Che's tongue slowly climbed upwards from the base of the breast. 　　 Not in a straight line, but in a circular path. 　　 Zhou Che was always patient when it came to licking a woman's body. 　　 He licked with relish, as if eating a large, delicious cake. 　　 The cake seemed to melt from his licking. 　　 Finally, they reached the summit of the snow-capped peak. 　　 At the top was a ruby. 　　 He immediately took the fleshy gem into his mouth, as if afraid it would escape. 　　 His mouth held the base of the gem, where there was a large pink pedestal. 　　 It looked like a velvet cushion beneath the ruby. 　　 There were small bumps on it. 　　 Although his lower body was already "erect," Zhou Che still wanted to savor 　　the pleasure of the teasing before intercourse. 　　 Generally speaking, men need their eyes to fully experience sexual stimulation. 　　 But at this moment, in the pitch-black night, perhaps only the touch of the mouth and hands could truly arouse a man's 　　lust. 　　 Zhou Che held Qi Fang's nipple in his mouth, feeling the small bumps on the areola with the inside of his lips. 　　 The small bumps increased the friction and enhanced the texture. 　　 Qi Fang's areola was large, slightly protruding from the surrounding breast flesh. 　　 Zhou Che slowly explored the delicate folds of the areola with his tongue. 　　 He closed his lips and sucked on the nipple, making a hissing sound, like a baby nursing. 　　 Qi Fang closed her eyes tightly, filled with shame and anger. 　　 Zhou Che grasped her left breast with both hands and squeezed it upwards from the center. 　　 With Zhou Che's strength, he could easily crush a thick iron ring on a door. 　　 It was extremely cruel to do this to Qi Fang's breasts. 　　 Qi Fang felt like her breasts were about to burst. 　　 The center of the breast, especially the areola and nipple, protruded noticeably. 　　 Every capillary was swollen. 　　 The entire breast had completely transformed into a blood-red gourd of flesh. 　　 Zhou Che's tongue continued to lick Qi Fang's nipple. 　　 Qi Fang felt her breasts become burning hot, as if on fire. 　　 This was because many of the capillaries on the surface of her breasts had ruptured. 　　 The man's tongue, however, aroused her inexplicably. 　　 Qi Fang's lower body began to secrete vaginal fluid. 　　 A lewd atmosphere began to fill the air. 　　 When Qi Fang felt that her left breast no longer belonged to her, Zhou Che stopped torturing it. He 　　 then began to do the same to her right breast. 　　 Finally, her two towering breasts became like two red lanterns hanging high on her chest. 　　 Zhou Che played with Qi Fang's beautiful breasts for nearly an hour before reluctantly leaving this pair of 　　lively treasures. 　　 The poor pair of beautiful breasts became wet and sticky, emitting a fishy smell of saliva. 　　 Qi Fang sobbed, tears streaming down her face, flowing down her chin into her cleavage. 　　 It was now past midnight. A sky full of stars shone brightly in the deep blue night sky. All around was quiet, 　　except for the distant, clear sound of the night watchman's gong from the other end of the street. 　　 A cool breeze rustled the nearby grass and trees. 　　 Such a beautiful night, such a beautiful woman, yet she was mercilessly toyed with by a lecherous thief—a cruel twist of fate. 　　 Under the dim starlight, Zhou Che pulled out his ugly, large penis. 　　 The glans throbbed and twitched, still excited. The penis was short and thick, with visible blue veins. 　　The egg-sized glans swaggered arrogantly, like a beast ready to devour its prey. 　　 Zhou Che removed Qi Fang's night clothes and aimed his large penis at her vagina, thrusting it in to its full length. 　　 The sudden intrusion caused Qi Fang pain, her eyes widening and cold sweat pouring down her back. 　　 Because of the earlier handling of her breasts, Qi Fang's genitals were already wet and slippery.

The man's penis thrashed back and forth inside Qi Fang's vagina like a saw, constantly drawing out pools of vaginal fluid.
It soaked a large area of the surrounding grass. It was impossible to tell whether the droplets on the grass tips were dew or vaginal fluid.
Qi Fang's body twisted and turned, this time it was unclear whether it was pain or pleasure.
Zhou Che felt Qi Fang's labia were warm and soft, gripping his glans comfortably. His entire
penis felt warm and cozy inside her tight, fragrant vagina.
Holding the beauty's plump, smooth rear, he thrust wildly about five hundred times, suddenly ejaculating, spraying his semen all at once into the beauty
's flower.
Zhou Che released Qi Fang's pressure points and coldly said, "Sister-in-law, what happened today is known only to you, me, and heaven and earth
. Let's call it even. Otherwise, if I were to tell anyone about your actions tonight... hehe, your
position as the young mistress of the Wan family wouldn't be so good."
With that, he used his light-footed skill to return to his courtyard to rest.
Meanwhile, Qi Fang, after dressing, was filled with shame and indignation. She could only quietly slip back to her room. She felt weak all over, dizzy
, and her vision blurred. Forget about visiting the prison; even moving was difficult.
Her entire body was covered in a man's saliva, as if she were bound by something, even her skin felt taut
.
She could smell a foul odor emanating from her body.
She couldn't bathe late at night, fearing discovery and suspicion.
Her lower body felt like it had been stuffed with a large wooden pestle; the man's penis was probably too large, widening Qi Fang's vagina
.
Qi Fang knew that her movements were being monitored by the Wan family, and it would be extremely difficult to go out and see her senior brother.
What should she do?
Lying in bed, she pondered this over and over, but couldn't come up with a solution. Before she knew it, dawn had broken.

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