[Phoenix in Flames] Chapter 4: A Head-on Clash, Section 1: The Change of the Peg 6

The penis ,
which had been pressing tightly against her labia, suddenly thrust straight in, without any hesitation or trial
, only with unwavering decisiveness and ferocity.
A fragment of forgotten memories flashed through Luo Xijie's mind; it had been the same then, with the same
lightning speed. Leng Xue cried out in pain, not feigning it, but truly in unbearable agony.
In countless previous acts of rape, even the most lustful, rude, and savage men would first tease
her delicate labia with their glans before penetrating her body, finding their way in. But Luo Xijie skipped this process, purely
using force to thrust his penis in. There was no caressing, no foreplay; the exhausted Leng Xue had no
desire. Her vagina was dry and tight. Worse still, because her labia were closed, when the enormous glans
forced open the narrow entrance, the pink petals covering them were swept along by the veiny shaft and drawn
into the vagina.
The labia majora were the most sensitive and delicate part of a young girl's body; such a tearing pain was excruciating, and Leng Xue naturally couldn't help but cry out.
Luo Xijie's body trembled, a flash of inspiration crossing his mind. He remembered that night more than twenty years ago, when
he inserted his penis into that white-clad girl's body, she had cried out in the same pain.
Luo Xijie's hands left Leng Xue's inner thighs, and as her legs, which had been suspended high, fell, his hands swiftly
wrapped around her shoulders. An irresistible force straightened Leng Xue's body, and as she
stared wide-eyed in disbelief, Luo Xijie's face drew closer and closer, and in the next instant,
their lips were pressed tightly together. Almost simultaneously, Luo Xijie's penis pierced the deepest part of her body, the overwhelming
thrust causing her long legs, which had fallen into the air, to rise high again.
Still sitting on the toilet, Leng Xue's body was almost bent into a "U" shape. Her upper body was fully clothed, but her lower body
was completely naked. She was being held tightly and kissed passionately by a man who seemed to have lost his mind. Her gaze passed through the man's crotch;
the rim of the toilet bowl pressed against her jade-like buttocks, the same color as white porcelain, making the flesh protruding from the edge appear even
fuller. Between the slits, like splitting open a steamed bun, her delicate anus was faintly visible. Her gaze went further up, and she could see the man's
penis stretching open her tight jade gate, almost completely disappearing into a sea of crimson. Although only the base of the penis
was exposed, it was enough to make one marvel at its size and thickness.
Leng Xue's legs, clad in flesh-colored stockings and silver-white high heels, were still raised high in the air. On one hand, Luo Xijie's
hips were pressing against her, and on the other hand, she dared not easily lower her legs. After so many sexual encounters,
Leng Xue knew which positions to maintain during intercourse. If she lowered her legs, the angle at which Roxie penetrated her would
change, and he seemed to have lost his rationality. If they didn't maintain the correct position, he might injure himself.
Leng Xue was very puzzled. Why had Roxie chosen such a place? In his past acts of rape, although he
had a violent side, he was mostly driven by pleasure. But at this moment, his fiery desire seemed capable of
igniting the air; his sexual hunger surpassed anything she had ever experienced before. As a top expert of the Demonic Sect, he
shouldn't be so out of control.
The moment their lips met, Leng Xue obediently parted her teeth, letting his burning tongue entwine freely.
In her memory, Roxie had almost never kissed her like this. What had made him lose his composure? Leng Xue was confused
and perplexed. Being passionately kissed, Leng Xue braced herself for a violent assault. With his wild and insatiable desire, his subsequent
attacks would undoubtedly be incredibly fierce. She had been suppressing her pain all night, and her condition was poor. She worried whether she could
endure it.
Luo Xijie simply kissed her, his penis remaining motionless inside her. Though there was no movement, Leng
Xue could clearly feel the powerful throbbing of his shaft, a spasmodic tremor usually only seen before a man's climax
. Leng Xue couldn't imagine how he could
reach orgasm without even a single thrust, merely by inserting his penis into her body.
After an unknown amount of time, their lips parted, and Luo Xijie slowly raised his head,
a sliver of clarity returning to his dazed and frenzied eyes. The memory of that night more than twenty years ago began from that moment. Perhaps his fierce
aura completely overwhelmed the delicate girl in white; like Leng Xue, she offered no resistance from beginning to end.
When he regained his senses, he had already conquered her. A panicked, tear-streaked face was
the first image he saw after his amnesiac period.
Although Leng Xue's eyes didn't glisten with tears at this moment, the confusion and fear were still so similar. Luo Xijie
vividly remembered that in the moments of lucidity, an unprecedented pleasure crashed over him like a tidal wave,
lifting him like a small boat to the peaks and plunging him into the valleys.
Luo Xijie's head buzzed, a fire burning in his chest, and most unbearable was
the penis inserted into the white-clad girl, seemingly expanding infinitely, as if it would explode at any moment.
Just as the volcano within him was about to erupt uncontrollably, voices came from outside; the concert had ended, and
many people had gone to the restrooms. Luo Xijie could only suppress his urge to explode, leaning down to whisper in the white-clad girl's ear:
"Don't scream, or you'll die." Although young, Luo Xijie, as a master of ancient martial arts
, possessed an invincible aura that a frail girl could not possibly withstand.
Outside the small space, the comings and goings of women created a disturbance, but Rosie was oblivious. He meticulously
admired and wantonly caressed the white-clad girl's jade-like legs, which hung wide open in mid-air.
Rosie released Leng Xue, letting her lean back as before. His hands returned to her bare, slender
thighs, his palms stroking her smooth, jade-like legs. It wasn't that he hadn't touched Leng Xue
's legs before, but feelings change with thoughts; the same person, viewed with different moods, will
have different feelings. Leng Xue's legs were extremely beautiful, long and straight, every curve a
masterpiece of nature, perfectly formed. This stimulation was already immense, not to mention that Rosie was immersed in past memories, still
lingering on the edge of desire.
For many years afterward, no matter what woman he made love with, Rosie never experienced the feeling of that night.
It was hard to describe the feeling. He was already experiencing extreme pleasure, yet it seemed an even greater
joy awaited him. He lingered, indulging in the pleasure before him, wanting it to last forever, but the temptation to reach the peak
was immense, creating a profound internal conflict.
At this moment, with Leng Xue, Luo Xijie relived that feeling from years ago. The woman before him
was so beautiful; she belonged completely to him. Their bodies were united as one. Her soft, warm
vulva felt like a delicate hand tightly gripping his burning penis, the hand seemingly pulling and releasing as he
slowly penetrated her body. At this moment, his soul felt like it was floating in paradise; the pleasure was beyond words.
Seeing Luo Xijie, who seemed to have regained his senses, begin to lose himself again, Leng Xue remained motionless, observing.
Luo Xijie moved his hands to her chest, caressing her firm, high breasts through her thin clothing.
The noise outside gradually subsided until silence reigned. As Luo Xijie caressed the white-clad girl's breasts through her clothes,
he could no longer control the surging, dark current within him.
Luo Xijie's gentle actions made Leng Xue somewhat complacent. The night was still long, and many trials awaited
her. She needed to seize every opportunity to adjust her mindset so as not to reveal any flaws. Just as she was contemplating
what to do when she returned to the hall, she suddenly heard Luo Xijie let out a deep roar, and the penis inserted into her flower-like opening
began to spasm at an even faster rate.
Before Leng Xue could react, Luo Xijie's hands flashed and gripped her thighs. He abruptly
stood up, her snow-white buttocks suspended in the air. Luo Xijie took several steps forward, and Leng Xue's back slammed against
the wall behind her, followed by her buttocks pressing against the cold tiles.
The scalding hot penis withdrew from Leng Xue's flower-like opening with astonishing speed. Spanning like a frog,
she was pinned against the wall, unable to mount any defensive posture to withstand its swift attack. In that split second
, Leng Xue looked down. Fortunately, her labia, which had been squeezed into her vulva, had been pulled out with the withdrawal of the penis and
shouldn't be pulled back in.
In the past, Leng Xue always deliberately avoided watching how a man's penis entered her body and how it
moved like a piston; such images always distressed her. But now, wanting to see her labia still inside the penis
, she witnessed how Luo Xijie's monstrous and terrifying member pierced her body.
Amidst the dull thud of flesh colliding, Luo Xijie thrust his explosive penis deep into Leng Xue's body, then
withdrew with lightning speed only to plunge in again. Streams of surging semen, carrying powerful force, pounded
against her clitoris. Leng Xue, as if sitting on a swing, cried out and swung her legs, her silver-white high heels
bobbing in the air with each impact.
"What's your name?" More than twenty years ago, after Luo Xijie had poured all his desire into the white-clad girl's body
, he looked up at her blood-stained genitals and asked.
"Zhen Xue,"
Leng Xue's alias "Liang Xue'er" contained the character "Xue" (snow). Luo Xijie had also discovered that the white-clad girl in his long-sealed memories
was also named "Xue." This coincidence stirred a sense of wonder in Luo Xijie, who was slowly regaining his composure. He gently
placed Leng Xue on the ground, turned and left without a word.
Even those who practice ancient martial arts, without using their inner energy, have a constitution not much different from ordinary people. After Rossi
left, Leng Xue felt her legs go weak, and her groin burned with pain. She bent over and lifted her skirt, revealing her delicate
labia, swollen and red from excessive pressure and impact. Several purplish-blue finger
marks were imprinted on her inner thighs, and a murky, milky-white fluid continuously gushed from her swollen labia. Leng Xue could barely stand
and collapsed onto the ceramic toilet.
Worried about her comrades who had been violated in the hall, Leng Xue rested for a moment, then pulled out a tissue to wipe her disheveled private parts. She glanced at the white underpants on the floor; they were clearly unwearable. She 　　sighed
softly , stood up from the toilet, and pushed open the door to leave. 　　 Just as she reached the hall entrance, the door suddenly opened, and a group of people emerged. The bear-like Gukov led the way 　　, with Tang Ling and Xi Lei, naked, being carried by his men, barely touching the ground behind them. Gukov 　　stopped when he saw Leng Xue walking by. His eyes burned with admiration as he gave her a thumbs-up, exclaiming, "You're fantastic! Fantastic!" 　　He wasn't sure if he meant her performance that evening was excellent, or her looks and figure. 　　 Leng Xue could only smile and nod. If it were Mei Ji, 　　she should have replied, "Have a great time tonight!" But the words just wouldn't come out. Gukov finished speaking and strode away. Watching his comrade's retreating 　　figure, his heart sank to its lowest point. 　　 Entering the hall, Li Deqiao was gone, and Wei Qin and Dongfang Ning were nowhere to be seen. Yue Meng was still 　　being raped by Kures's men. Kneeling on the stage, Long Xinmei's vagina was still filled with a huge object, but no longer a black dildo; 　　it was Kures's real, jet-black member. Under the violent impact of that black body, her 　　naked body, adorned with silver ornaments, swayed and rose like white fluff in the wind, the clear, bell-like sound captivating. Abdullah 　　. Muyid remained seated. Several of his men, their heads wrapped in white turbans, approached Uya Ziyao on the stage. Leng 　　Xue suddenly noticed a sticky, foul discharge flowing between Uya Ziyao's legs. A pang of pain shot through her; the discharge was undoubtedly 　　left by the wolfhound from earlier. They untied Uya Ziyao from the iron frame, dragging her by the hands and feet back to Muyid 　　's side. 　　 Muyid stood up and walked to Qinglong's side. Qinglong stood up and said, "I've 　　sent that woman to you as requested by my brother." Muyid repeatedly bowed in thanks and left with his men and Uya Ziyao. Leng 　　Xue knew that the woman Qinglong was referring to was Jian Pingrou, who hadn't yet appeared. Although she too had been violated, 　　Leng Xue was still thankful she hadn't come to this stage. 　　 Leng Xue hadn't realized that while she was away, Qinglong had already made arrangements. Although her comrades were still being 　　violated and humiliated, it was at least a relief for her. Leng Xue suddenly noticed that Qinglong's expression was somewhat gloomy. 　　Although she didn't know the reason, she guessed it was related to Luo Xijie. Leng Xue realized this naturally because after Luo Xijie raped her, Qinglong...

Although she outwardly feigned indifference, she was inwardly somewhat dissatisfied. If she could sow discord between the two, it would greatly
weaken the Demonic Sect's fighting power. However, Leng Xue also warned herself that they were both exceptional individuals, and she must not go
too far, otherwise she would inevitably reveal her weaknesses.
"Come with me," Qinglong said to Leng Xue.
"Yes," Leng Xue replied, feigning unease as she followed him.
Entering the room, Qinglong took a bottle of Martell from the freezer, poured himself a glass, and downed it in one
gulp. He then poured another glass, sat on the sofa with the glass and bottle, and Leng Xue stood before him, hands at her sides.
Qinglong downed most of the wine in his glass in one gulp, staring fiercely at Leng Xue
without uttering a word. As one of the Demonic Sect's top experts, Qinglong was well aware that he was somewhat too infatuated with her, which
would only bring him harm. The pursuit of ultimate power was one of the Demonic Sect's doctrines; most members believed that women
were merely tools for venting sexual desire, and that falling for a woman was a stumbling block to martial arts cultivation. This kind of
thinking wasn't unique to Qinglong; even the Martial Saint held the same view. When he realized Xia Qingyang had fallen for Leng Xue, he forced
Qinglong to send her to the lowest-class brothel on the island, intending to sever Xia Qingyang's affections.
Although Qinglong had already built an impenetrable wall around his heart, the thought of the woman being wantonly played
with by Luo Xijie still made him feel depressed. His face darkened further. He raised his cup, downed the remaining wine, and said, "Lift
up your skirt!"
Leng Xue was startled, her face showing a pitiful expression. She bent down, grabbed the hem of her skirt, and slowly pulled it up. When
her long, voluptuous legs were fully exposed, her naked private parts were laid bare before Qinglong's eyes. Although she had
cleaned herself somewhat, traces of the man's filth were still faintly visible between her swollen labia, and her snow-white thighs bore purplish-blue
finger marks.
Looking at the scene before him, Qinglong felt increasingly annoyed. He commanded in a deep voice, "Get down!" He then
rose and went to the cabinet, taking out a horsehair whip made of a dozen leather straps bound together.
Leng Xue feigned fear and slowly knelt on the ground, nervously considering how to react. Although
she was very confident in her looks and figure, she had spent a month in her Golden Water Garden, being
raped by so many men. If Qinglong no longer became obsessed with her, she would find it difficult to maintain her position, and
might even have to return to Golden Water Corner.
"Pull up your skirt and raise your buttocks!" Qinglong shouted.
Just as Leng Xue raised her snow-white buttocks, a low whistling sound rang out, and the whip in Qinglong's hand fell heavily
on her round, high buttocks.
"Ah—" Leng Xue cried out in pain, her body trembling at Qinglong's feet.
"You slut, you've been with so many men, and you still pretend to be innocent in front of me! Your cunt's been
fucked raw, and you still want to wear white clothes, acting like a saint! I'll beat you to death today!" Qinglong roared,
brandishing his whip. His reasons weren't really reasons; he was just venting his anger on her
.
"I didn't!" Leng Xue cried out in a pitiful voice.
"Still saying you didn't! Still saying you didn't! Did you or didn't you!" Qinglong swung the whip even more fiercely,
but thankfully he wasn't using his inner energy. This kind of whip was for SM, not torture, so the damage
wasn't too great. Even so, Leng Xue's upturned buttocks were bright red, like they'd been painted with rouge.
"I didn't!" Leng Xue still cried out, "My heart is yours!"
"My heart is mine! Bullshit! How many men have you been with in Jinshui Corner! You're fucking filthy, even going to the
toilet you'll mess around with men, and you still say you're not filthy!" Qinglong became even more violent. Originally, Qinglong should have been satisfied with Leng Xue's overt or
covert expressions of loyalty or love for him, but often he felt irritated. A woman
could be loyal, obedient, even love him, but he had to treat her as a tool. Therefore, even
when he was infatuated, his subconscious instinctively resisted.
Whipping was no longer enough to vent his anger. Looking at her private parts still bearing traces of his filth, Qinglong suddenly reversed
the whip and viciously thrust the handle between Leng Xue's legs.
Leng Xue's body shuddered, feeling the foreign object touch her labia. She slightly twisted her body, allowing the object to find
the correct passage. Fortunately, the whip was an SM tool, the handle shaped like a phallus, so although Qinglong thrust it
all the way in, Leng Xue was lucky enough not to suffer too much harm.
Qinglong frantically thrust the whip into her private parts with the handle, nearly causing Leng Xue to collapse to the ground. She gripped the floor tightly,
using her last strength to shout, "No matter how many men have slept with me, my heart will always belong to you!"
Qinglong's body trembled, and he released the handle of the whip, straightening himself and sitting back down on the sofa. A
round of whipping and wild thrusting had largely dissipated his frustration. He poured himself another glass of wine, looking at Leng Xue, whose skirt was lifted to
her waist and whose snow-white buttocks were raised between the whip's tip and ponytail, and said, "Tomorrow you're betting a hundred moves with that boy
. Don't you want to be with him?"
"Please believe me, sir, I only want to be with you." Leng Xue, still kneeling, raised her pretty face,
tears glistening in her eyes, her pitiful expression stirring Qinglong's compassion. Just as Qinglong was about to wake her,
Shensha Luo Xijie suddenly pushed open the door and entered. He was
stunned when he saw Leng Xue, her white dress billowing at her waist and a horsehair whip tucked between her legs, and memories of the past flooded his mind.
"Brother Luo, please sit down, please sit down." Qinglong smiled, stood up, poured a glass of wine, and handed it to him.
"Come, have a drink first."
Luo Xijie was a man of considerable stature, and he quickly regained his composure. He took the wine glass, his expression slightly troubled, and said,
"I just received some bad news. The Extreme Angel and Phoenix joined forces to attack our base in Taiwan and Hong Kong, killing over a hundred
people. Baihu Yin Xiao and Mo Zhentian are either dead or captured. Although the Demon Monk and Zhuque escaped, it was only by sheer
luck." Luo Xijie was a member of the Invincible Emperor, so he learned of this news earlier than Qinglong.
"What! I contacted him yesterday. He said he had captured several Phoenix Warriors, including Cheng, Ji, and Fu, and
would be returning to the island soon. I never expected this!" Qinglong exclaimed in shock. Although Ananda's trip to Hong Kong hadn't saved the Black Dragon Society
from destruction, capturing several Phoenix Warriors was still a considerable achievement. He never imagined the situation would change so drastically, and the base would be attacked like this.
The attack was swift, and even Baihu Yinxiao, one of the Five Divine Generals, was not spared.
"It seems the power of the Extreme Angels is not to be underestimated!" Shensha Rossi continued, "The Invincible Emperor ordered us
to be on high alert and to defend Luofeng Island."
"That's right! That's right!" Qinglong's forehead was beaded with sweat. He was Ananda's man, and now even he had suffered a defeat
, meaning he himself would be doomed. If Luofeng Island were to fall further, death would be the only outcome.
Seeing Qinglong's panicked state, Leng Xue, kneeling on the ground, felt a surge of joy. Although she didn't understand the Extreme
Angels, it seemed this organization possessed considerable strength. If they could join forces with Feng, Luofeng Island
would see the dawn of a new era.
Rosiejie downed his drink in one gulp and said, "Brother Lei, there's no need to be too anxious. The Extreme Angels have gathered several thousand
men, more than half of whom are mercenaries, including some of our own. We'll know in advance when they arrive, so
there's nothing to worry about."
Qinglong calmed himself down and said, "We'll have to rely on Brother Luo for defense matters. Just tell me what you need."
Rosiejie laughed and said, "No problem. You're familiar with things on the island. I'll just offer some suggestions. The Extreme Angels
won't arrive so soon. Right now, however, there's a very troublesome matter."
"Brother Luo, please speak," Qinglong asked.
Luo Xijie glanced at Leng Xue in front of him and said, "This matter is extraordinary. No rush, we'll discuss it later." Then, he
changed the subject, saying, "Brother Lei, tonight's program was truly spectacular, a real eye-opener!"
Qinglong chuckled awkwardly, "Brother, you flatter me. It was nothing special, nothing special at all."
Luo Xijie then looked at Leng Xue again and said, "She performed quite well today. Why did you punish her, Brother Lei
?"
"Not at all," Qinglong stammered, "Brother Luo, you misunderstand
. It wasn't a punishment, just a bit of fun when the mood struck."
"Ha! I see!" Luo Xijie laughed, "Brother Lei, you have excellent taste! To find such a stunning beauty is
truly enviable. No wonder Xia Qingyang is so infatuated with her. The hundred-move challenge is tomorrow, isn't it?"
"Yes," Qinglong replied. While Luo Xijie was praising her, Qinglong had the idea of giving her to him.
After all, he was the Invincible Emperor's confidant, and cultivating a good relationship with him would greatly benefit him. But the words caught in his throat
twice before he swallowed them back; he was truly reluctant.
"Alright, I'll go with you tomorrow and see how Brother Lei teaches that arrogant brat a lesson." Luo Xijie turned
to Leng Xue and said, "That kid named Xia Qingyang is young and handsome, and he's completely devoted to you. Don't you
hope he wins?"
Leng Xue raised her head and said, "I won't leave Lord Qinglong. He's my first man. I love him, and I
'll always be his."
"Oh!" Luo Xijie laughed, "You're quite devoted, aren't you?" Although he had now recovered from his past memories
, subconsciously he still considered her somewhat the only woman he had ever loved. Hearing her
so frankly and openly say she loved Qinglong, a hint of displeasure welled up inside him. He turned to Qinglong meaningfully and said,
"Brother Lei, even heroes can't resist the charms of a beautiful woman!"
"Haha!" Qinglong laughed loudly, "How dare I call myself a hero in front of Brother Luo? Although I, Lei Po, like women,
I will never let lust lead me astray, much less become addicted to them. In my eyes, she is merely a more refined toy.
Brother Luo, you are overthinking it." The members of the Demonic Sect only treat women as tools for sexual gratification; if anyone openly admits to liking a woman,
they will be ridiculed by everyone.
Luo Xijie smiled faintly. He could see that Qinglong Lei Po was infatuated with her, but no matter how infatuated he was, at least
on the surface he remained indifferent, which was much better than his younger self.
Back then, after raping the white-clad girl named Zhen Xue at the opera house, Luo Xijie still couldn't forget her
. A few days later, he secretly sneaked into her house. Using his skills, Rosie stealthily entered her
bedroom. Violated in her sleep, she recognized him in her panic. To Rosie's surprise, before
he could even threaten her, she gave up all struggle and resistance. So, in the dim moonlight, Rosie
took her again. As their young, naked bodies intertwined, Rosie felt her burning
desire. Afterwards, Rosie frequently broke into her home late at night. She became even more submissive,
growing increasingly passionate in his arms, expressing her joy with convulsive orgasms. Rosie
became uncontrollably infatuated with her.
Recalling the past, a surge of heat coursed through Luo Xijie's body. He thought for a moment and said, "Brother Lei, today's performance was truly
spectacular. I'd like her to accompany me on a tour of the various rooms. With a major battle imminent, we need to win people over."
"Alright, get up." Qinglong said to Leng Xue, "Accompany Lord Luo on a tour of the various rooms. By the way, if you see anyone going
too far, advise them against it. There are only a few treasures in Luofeng Prison; don't let them all be ruined in one night."
"Understood." As Leng Xue stood up, she looked at Qinglong and pointed to the handle of the whip still inserted between her thighs, saying, "
Lord Qinglong, could you please remove this?"
"Remove it, remove it if you wish." Qinglong replied absentmindedly.
"Yes." Leng Xue pulled the whip handle out of her anus with her backhand. She stood up and said, "Lord Luo Xijie,
please come with me."
Leng Xue led Luo Xijie outside. She felt a chill in her heart; the man before her was even more difficult to deal with than Qinglong, and
his attitude towards her was quite strange. She had to be careful.
“Lord Luo, where would you like to go first?” Leng Xue asked, turning to the side.
“Anywhere, you’ve arranged it,” Luo Xijie replied casually.
“Then let’s go to Gukov’s place first. He’s in Liufangshe, in District A, which is closest to here,” Leng Xue said.
“Okay,” Luo Xijie nodded in agreement.
Mentioning Gukov, she couldn’t help but think of Tang Ling and Xi Lei. This night had been too dark for them, and
Leng Xue felt a chill run down her spine.
After turning through several corridors, Gukov’s room was just ahead. From a distance, Leng Xue could vaguely hear
the commotion coming from inside the tightly closed door. Pushing open the door, a violent and lewd atmosphere roared in like a black tide. Although she had already
pictured such a scene in her mind, seeing it with her own eyes still made Leng Xue gasp. Seventeen or eighteen tall men…
A group of burly men surrounded Tang Ling and Xi Lei, their massive penises thrusting rapidly into their bodies.
Gukov greeted Rosijie as he entered, and Rosijie smiled, saying, "Not bad today,
right?"
"Good! The girls are really nice today!" Gukov exclaimed, handing over a glass of vodka.
"Good that you're happy. With the big battle imminent, it's time for the brothers to relax!" Rosijie downed his drink in one gulp
.
"Yes, Lord Rosijie, rest assured, the thousand or so men I brought are all brave and skilled in battle.
They can easily take on seven or eight men, if not ten. I'm holding my breath, eager to see who
dares to come here! I'll make sure they don't leave alive!" Gukov also downed his drink in one gulp
.
"Good! You've been training for a thousand days, now it's time to use them! It's up to you then!" Rosijie said with a smile.
"I certainly won't disappoint you, sir," Gukov declared loudly, patting his chest.
"Alright! I'll go wander around somewhere else then. You guys have fun." Luo Xijie put down his wine glass and said.
Leng Xue glanced at Tang Ling and Xi Lei. Tang Ling was alright, but Xi Lei was already in a semi-conscious state. The electric shock earlier
had exhausted too much of her strength. And the men who raped them were all strong foreigners. Leng
Xue had experienced the sexual prowess of foreigners before. If this kind of endless rape continued, she might really be raped to death. Thinking of this,
she couldn't help but say, "Lord Gukov!"
Gukov turned to her and said, "You called me? What's the matter?"
Leng Xue composed herself and said, "When I came, Lord Qinglong instructed that there are only a few treasures in Luofeng Prison,
so please, Lord Gukov, show some mercy. If such a beautiful woman becomes a corpse by tomorrow, I
won't be able to explain it to Lord Qinglong!"
"Oh, yes, I understand!" Gukov turned to his men and shouted, "That one, the one who fainted,
stop for now, do the other one!"
As Leng Xue went out, she saw that the man had left Xi Lei, but there were even more men surrounding Tang Ling. "
This is all I can do. You must hold on, you must hold on!" Leng Xue silently prayed in her heart.
"Let's go see Li Deqiao first," Luo Xijie said.
"Okay." Leng Xue walked towards Tianlai Residence. Returning to Tianlai Residence, Leng Xue couldn't help but recall
the days when she first arrived on the island. She entered the darkness with unwavering faith and burning passion. Before venturing into it
, she gazed at the darkness from afar, imagining it, always believing she wouldn't fear it. But imagination
is just imagination; only by experiencing it firsthand could she understand what it meant to be completely blind, what it meant to experience excruciating pain,
and what it meant to feel indescribable shame. Although Qinglong took her virginity more than a month after she arrived on the island, in the preceding
month, she danced obscene dances naked every day,
her body groped without restraint by men, and she was forced to lick men's penises like a prostitute. Her once pure and innocent body had long been tainted. Although
the trials and tribulations that followed far surpassed those of the initial period, Leng Xue felt differently. After losing her virginity,
she had nothing left to cherish, and during those months, before the knife fell,
the fear in her heart was even stronger and greater.
Upon entering Tianlai Residence, Li Deqiao, unlike Gukov, didn't let his men join in the revelry. Instead, he
arranged for his men to enjoy the other women in the residence, taking Wei Qin and Dongfang Ning to his own room. Upon learning this
, Leng Xue breathed a slight sigh of relief, but the thought of Li Deqiao's two strange snakes still made her heart tighten.
Reaching Li Deqiao's room, she found him already waiting to greet her. The Snake God Li Deqiao was a favorite general of the Pharaoh, but his position
and seniority were still slightly inferior to Luo Xijie's.
"Brother Luo, what brings you here!" Li Deqiao smiled, glancing at Leng Xue. "You've even
brought the beautiful host along! Please, please come in."
Entering the room, although Leng Xue was somewhat prepared, she was still startled by the scene before her. On the large
bed, Wei Qin, her hands and feet bound by ropes, lay naked in a spread-eagle position. Her face was flushed with desire,
and low moans escaped her nose. Her naked body writhed like a water snake. The sharp-eyed Leng Xue noticed
a golden glint in the center of her flowing, lustful vulva; the terrifying golden-horned serpent was still inside her. Dongfang Ning
lay beside Wei Qin, her naked body coiled by a giant python. Her face was pale, her expression terrified.
Luo Xijie and Li Deqiao were quite familiar with each other. After a few jokes, Li Deqiao resumed his
sadistic play on Wei Qin and Tang Ling. Luo Xijie sat down on the sofa nearby, pulled out his thick penis from his pants, and pointed it.
Leng Xue understood his meaning and obediently knelt before him, taking the hot penis into her mouth.
On the bed, Wei Qin groaned in humiliation, Dongfang Ning cried out in agony, while Leng Xue, sucking on Luo Xijie's penis
, could only smile. This night was unusually dark, unusually long.
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As Luo Xijie once again filled Leng Xue's body with his penis, as she suffered in the purgatory,
Fan Jianxin, who shared the same mission and similar experiences, was also filled to the brim with his enormous penis. Yet ,
she felt as if she were in paradise; an indescribable fullness and overwhelming pleasure brought her to the pinnacle of joy.
The dim, flickering light, the swaying, dilapidated wooden bed—but because of the young man and woman, because of their fiery
passion, everything seemed so beautiful, so alluring.
Xia Qingyang's every thrust was powerful and forceful, his muscular body undulating with masculine
energy. Fan Jianxin's flawlessly beautiful body responded to his thrusts with exquisite rhythm; their movements
were like a unified whole, a perfectly integrated entity.
Perhaps tonight was the last night with him, and Fan Jianxin truly couldn't bear to let him leave.
She wanted to hold him tightly, to give him all the beauty and joy, to do everything she could for him;
her mind was filled only with him. This thought, this desire, made Fan Jianxin unable to control her
surging lust. Soon, she reached the peak of desire, her rhythm becoming chaotic. Fan Jianxin clung
to him tightly, writhing wildly. Xia Qingyang smiled bitterly, trying his best to synchronize with her movements, the power of the Taotie blood...
The effects hadn't worn off; he remained a sex superman, unable
to reach climax even with the will, in such a short time. Even worse, at the peak of desire, Fan Jianxin suddenly whispered in his ear, "I like
you! I like you!" This greatly disturbed his peace of mind, further diminishing his already strong desire.
Xia Qingyang knew she liked him; she had done so much for him these past few days, and he was grateful. But his
heart belonged only to Xue'er; how could he accept her love? The awkward part was that, to eliminate the influence of the Taotie blood
and to become stronger, he could only have intercourse with her daily. He didn't know how
to explain it to Xue'er later.
Thinking of this, Xia Qingyang wanted to stop this sexual encounter, but he vaguely felt that stopping
would disrupt his blood circulation. Although he had absolute confidence, Qinglong was a formidable opponent; to
pass the hundred-move challenge, even if it meant gaining only a slight advantage, he had to exert all his strength.
She beneath him had calmed down, her face flushed with a delicate, rosy beauty after her climax, captivating
Xia Qingyang. He couldn't help but feel a surge of emotion. He slowly propped himself up, saying, "Want to rest? I'm afraid you're too tired
."
Fan Jianxin gently shook her head, "It's alright, I'm not tired, let's continue."
"Just say you're tired," Xia Qingyang hesitated for a moment, then slowly began to thrust his thick penis again.
Perhaps tomorrow would be the decisive battle with Qinglong, and Xia Qingyang felt a mixture of anticipation and trepidation. He couldn't concentrate fully, and
although his penis continued to move rapidly in and out of her warm, moist flower, the heat of his desire failed
to rise. He wanted to finish quickly, but he couldn't feel it, and in his eagerness, beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.
"What are you thinking about?" Fan Jianxin noticed his somewhat agitated expression.
"Nothing," Xia Qingyang forced a smile.
"Are you worried about tomorrow's battle?" Fan Jianxin asked again.
"No." Xia Qingyang paused for a moment, then added, "Maybe." "
Don't worry, you'll definitely win! I believe in you!" Fan Jianxin wanted to encourage him and reassure him.
"I know, I'll definitely win!" Xia Qingyang said; he absolutely couldn't lose this battle.
"How about we change positions? You can be on the bottom, and I'll take over. That way you won't get too tired," Fan Jianxin suggested.
"Okay." Xia Qingyang thought changing positions might help ignite his desire faster.
Fan Jianxin straddled him, deftly lifting her buttocks and swallowing his erect penis completely into her flower cave.
She tiptoed on the bed, her naked body rising and falling, allowing his penis to move freely inside her.
After a while, Xia Qingyang still hadn't reacted much, but Fan Jianxin's desire reignited. She
moaned softly, one hand on his chest, the other gently kneading her own breasts. The erotic scene
aroused Xia Qingyang as well.
Fan Jianxin had already... He was trying to control his desire; if he didn't, he might climax again soon. But Xia Qingyang
remained like boiling water at seventy or eighty degrees Celsius, unable to reach full throes. Fan Jianxin bit her lip and writhed, hoping
to climb to the peak of desire with him. Perhaps this was the last time; she wanted to etch
a moment as brilliant as fireworks, yet an eternal memory, into her heart.
Soon, Fan Jianxin's fair body was covered in glistening beads of sweat. Because she had to control her desire, she would occasionally stop
writhing to cool down. This made Xia Qingyang think she was tired. "Let's switch back," he said. Xia
Qingyang felt he might reach orgasm soon.
Fan Jianxin obediently agreed. She lay down, spread her legs, and as his penis entered her,
she gripped her thighs tightly, digging so hard her nails dug into her flesh. She could only do this,
using intense pain to suppress her overwhelming desire. She would wait, wait until they reached the peak of desire together.
Xia Qingyang forced himself to calm himself. He tried to think of Xue'er, her beautiful body,
that unforgettable night. His lust slowly rose, and he thrust with even greater force into her already burning
body.
It wasn't the first time they had made love; Fan Jianxin could sense the changes in his body. Looking at his
handsome face so close to hers, a strong urge surged within her. "Can you kiss me?" "Fan Jianxin asked.
For so many days, they hadn't kissed during their lovemaking. Several times, Fan Jianxin wanted him to kiss her, but Xia Qingyang
had always avoided it. Fan Jianxin knew his feelings and hadn't forced him, but after tonight, he would no longer belong to her
, and she longed for him to kiss her just once.
Xia Qingyang's body trembled at his words, his boiling flames instantly cooling. He already felt guilty for making love with her
; if he were to kiss her, wouldn't that be even more unfair to her?
"Just one kiss, just one! I know you like Xue'er, and I won't stop you from liking her.
When you bring her back tomorrow, you don't need to pay attention to me anymore, really!" People are always difficult to control when faced with strong desire.
Fan Jianxin, who was almost bleeding from her own body, had uncontrollably reached her peak, but
driven by this intense desire, the volcano within her was suppressed. At that moment, she felt extremely uncomfortable.
Xia Qingyang froze, unsure how to answer. He didn't want to hurt her, but he also didn't want to betray
the goddess in his heart.
"I feel so bad! So bad!" Fan Jianxin's slender waist twisted wildly; her body had
reached its climax, but her mind was still blank. In her confusion, she disregarded her composure and his thoughts,
wrapping her arms around Xia Qingyang's shoulders and thrusting her chest towards him for a kiss.
Their kiss lasted only a few seconds before Xia Qingyang turned his face away. A wave of disappointment and pain washed over Fan Jianxin
, but the volcano of her physical desire still erupted uncontrollably.
"Ugh—" Fan Jianxin uttered a sound from her nose that was hard to tell if it was pleasure or pain, "I'm in pain! So much pain!"
she cried out hoarsely.
After experiencing a climax mixed with pain and pleasure, Fan Jianxin released her grip, her body collapsing as if devoid of its soul
, tears streaming down her face.
"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry." Xia Qingyang quickly prepared to get up. His penis had only just been withdrawn when Fan
Jianxin's hand rested on his waist.
"It's okay, really, it's okay." Fan Jianxin tried hard to force a smile, but her appearance was
heartbreaking.
"How about we stop? I think it shouldn't be a big problem." Xia Qingyang's desire had dropped
even lower than when they started making love.
"No, no, you have to give it your all to win tomorrow." Fan Jianxin said.
"Then let's rest for a bit." Xia Qingyang said.
"It's already late, you need to rest early so you'll have energy tomorrow. Let's continue." Fan Jianxin wiped away her tears
and said.
What could Xia Qingyang say? Seeing that Fan Jianxin's emotions had calmed down a bit, he started thrusting again. Although it
's still making love, there are beautiful ones, ugly ones, and mechanical ones. Like now, although the movements were
similar to the beginning, there was no longer any fiery passion. Xia Qingyang was anxious, and Fan Jianxin was anxious too, but
neither of them could do anything about it.
"How about we change positions? I want to do it from behind." Xia Qingyang sat up and said. The desire was still
there, but each time he saw her forced smile, it subsided considerably.
"Mmm." Fan Jianxin slowly sat up, lying prone on the bed. As his penis entered her from behind
, glistening tears streamed down her face again. This was for the best; at least she didn't have to force a smile anymore.
No longer seeing her face, only her curvaceous back and her round, white buttocks, Xia
Qingyang could finally imagine her as the goddess of his heart, and his lust began to burn fiercely.
"Xue'er, where are you? Are you alright now? Tomorrow, after tomorrow, we'll be together forever! I
will protect you with my life, so you will never be hurt again! Wait for me!" Xia Qingyang's mind was filled with thoughts of
her.
At this moment, as Xia Qingyang thrust his penis into Fan Jianxin's body again and again, his goddess, almost
in the same position, knelt and lay prone, his equally massive penis penetrating her deepest depths.
In this darkness-shrouded Luofeng Island, when would they see the dawn of hope?
That
night, Xia Qingyang tossed and turned, unable to sleep. He rose early the next morning and waited at the entrance of Tingtao Courtyard.
Seeing Mu Yunqiubai approaching, he bowed respectfully and said, "Master, you've arrived."
Mu Yunqiubai walked to his side, patted his shoulder, and smiled, "Qingyang, are you ready?"
"Ready! Please trust me, Master, I won't let you down." Xia Qingyang straightened his chest, full of confidence
.
"Good!" Mu Yunqiubai laughed. Having mastered the Seven Forms of Breaking the Heavens, Xia Qingyang's aptitude exceeded his expectations
. He estimated that Xia Qingyang could withstand a hundred moves without any problem, and if Qinglong was careless, he might even suffer a loss.
Regardless of the outcome, this battle would inevitably attract the Demon Emperor's attention. In another year or two, Xia Qingyang would have mastered his martial arts, and he
could then take Bai Shuang and live a secluded life in the mountains, detached from worldly affairs.
After Bai Shuang's guidance, Mu Yun Qiubai abandoned the idea that only ruthlessness could lead to mastery of martial arts. Now, he genuinely
hoped Xia Qingyang would win and fulfill his wish.
Reaching the lawn outside the Tingtao Courtyard, Mu Yun Qiubai instructed, "Qinglong Lei Po is a disciple of the Pharaoh King;
his martial arts are unpredictable and ever-changing. You must not be greedy or reckless, and do not let personal grudges disrupt your strategy."
"Disciple understands. A gentleman's revenge is never too late. In this battle, I will first defeat him within a hundred moves. Even if there is an opportunity
, I will be cautious." Xia Qingyang shared the same thoughts as the Martial Saint. For him, hatred could
be set aside for now; rescuing Xue'er was his only goal.
"Good!" Mu Yun Qiubai smiled happily, then saw people approaching on the stone path in the distance. "They're here!" the Martial
Saint exclaimed.
Xia Qingyang looked up, and instantly felt as if a giant log had struck his chest, making it difficult to breathe. Xue'er, whom he had longed for day and night
, dressed in white, clung tightly to Qinglong's side, her arm linked with his, a smile on her face, appearing extremely intimate. He had imagined
the scene of reuniting with Xue'er; having suffered abuse again, she would surely be haggard and inexplicably tormented. He never expected her to
look so radiant and joyful.
On second thought, Xia Qingyang realized it might be a self-preservation tactic; Qinglong had somehow forced her into submission, and
she was only feigning happiness. Thinking of this, his anger intensified.
"Greetings, Martial Saint!" Accompanying Qinglong was the Divine Demon Luo Xijie, who bowed and greeted the Martial Saint.
"Oh!" Mu Yun Qiubai said coldly, "Why are you here? I don't think I invited you." Although
she was the Invincible Emperor's trusted lover, the Martial Saint Mu Yun Qiubai showed her little respect.
"Haha." Luo Xijie's expression remained unchanged upon hearing this. "I've heard about the battle between the Martial Saint's disciple and the Azure Dragon.
I'm itching for such an opportunity. Martial Saint, please forgive my uninvited appearance!"
"Suit yourself." Mu Yun Qiubai thought that with him present, the news of this battle would spread even faster, which wasn't a bad thing.
"Since you're here, come and watch from the sidelines!" With that, he stepped towards one side of the open space.
"Xue'er, go to the side. Don't worry, you'll be able to leave the Azure Dragon soon." Xia Qingyang said.
"You go and watch from the side." Azure Dragon said.
"Wait!" Leng Xue suddenly shouted, "I think this battle is unnecessary!"
"Xue'er, what did you say?" Xia Qingyang asked with extreme confusion.
"I'm asking you, why did you fight Lord Azure Dragon?" Leng Xue asked Xia Qingyang calmly.
"I...I..." Xia Qingyang was speechless for a moment, and after a long while, he said, "Xue'er, what's wrong with you?"
"Xia Qingyang, please answer this question." Leng Xue's expression was as cold as the snow in the dead of winter.
"I did this to save you, to protect you!" Xia Qingyang's thoughts were instantly in turmoil.
"Did you ask me? Did I need your help? Did I need your protection?" Leng Xue pressed.
Hearing their conversation, Mu Yunqiubai's brows furrowed; he was also confused. Luo Xijie
stood with his hands behind his back, looking indifferent, while Qinglong smiled, secretly pleased.
Xia Qingyang took a step forward anxiously, "Xue'er, are you being coerced by Qinglong, or are you afraid
he'll hurt me? Let me tell you, my master taught me the Seven Forms of Heaven-Breaking, and I'm not what I used to be. Don't even mention being undefeated in a hundred moves,
humph! Even a thousand moves wouldn't defeat him!"
Looking at Xia Qingyang's expression, it felt as if a small knife was stabbing into her heart. "I'm sorry!" Leng Xue silently
said in her heart, but still put on a cold expression and said, "How high your martial arts are now has nothing to do with me. Even if you can
be undefeated for a hundred moves, I will not go with you."
"What!" Xia Qingyang couldn't believe his ears. In just a few days, Xue'er had become like a stranger.
He clenched his fists and said in a trembling voice, "Xue'er, why would you say such a thing? You are the person I love, the only
person I love! I swore to protect you with my life and to prevent you from being hurt again!"
Leng Xue hardened her heart: "You love me, that's your business. But I don't love you. I love Lord Qinglong
!"
Xia Qingyang's eyes widened suddenly, and he shouted hoarsely, "You're lying! You're lying! I don't believe you!"
He waved his hands violently in the air, as if driving away an unseen demon in front of him.
"I didn't lie to you." Leng Xue held Qinglong's arm tightly and said, "In my heart, there is only Lord Qinglong!"
Xia Qingyang pointed at Qinglong and said hoarsely, "You like him? Why! He defiled your pure body,
used you as a tool for his lust, and you like him? You actually like him? I don't believe it! I don't believe it!"
"Xia Qingyang, you're wrong!" Leng Xue endured the churning pain in her chest and said, "Lord Qinglong is my
first man. I willingly offer my body to him. No matter how Lord Qinglong treats me, my heart will always belong
to Lord Qinglong!"
Qinglong was extremely pleased. Although he had heard her say these words more than once, such a resolute declaration in front of that boy
would make any man feel elated.
"Fake! Fake!" Xia Qingyang's eyes were bloodshot. "Xue'er, I love you! I'm willing to give my
life for you!" He pointed at Qinglong and said, "He doesn't truly love you! He only treats you like a toy. I'm going to
take you away from him!"
Leng Xue was also a top-notch fighter. Seeing that Xia Qingyang's mind was in turmoil and he was unable to fight Qinglong,
she knew he would inevitably lose. She regretted her decision. If Xia Qingyang were killed by Qinglong today, she would have
made an irreparable mistake. The only way now was to make Xia Qingyang give up the fight. So she hardened her heart and
said again, "You said Lord Qinglong treats me like a toy. What about you? The night you took me away from Jinshui Garden, you
knew I was extremely weak, yet you forced me to have sex with you. Didn't you also treat me like a toy?"
"That day, that day..." Xia Qingyang stared blankly and said, "That day, did I force you?"
"Yes, did you ask? Did you ask me if I wanted to have sex with you?" Leng Xue said.
"But...but...but I think you're willing." Xia Qingyang's thoughts were even more chaotic. He thought for a moment,
realizing he hadn't asked her. It all seemed so natural then, did he really need to ask?
"Xia Qingyang, you still love me, right?" Leng Xue asked.
Xia Qingyang seemed to see hope again, nodding repeatedly, "Yes, yes, I love you!"
"Then listen carefully. Lord Qinglong is my first man, he's etched in my heart, indelible
. Also, as a woman willing to serve a strong man, Lord Qinglong is more capable of protecting me than you. If
you love me, you should respect my choice even more. I'm not a commodity, unwilling to be snatched away.
Even if you forcibly take me from Lord Qinglong today, all you'll get is my body; my heart will always belong to
Lord Qinglong!" Saying these words, Leng Xue's pain was unimaginable, but trapped in this den of demons, she had to forget
herself. She could force herself to orgasm under the enemy's crotch; she could preside over that performance of humiliating her comrades,
and this pretense was no less difficult.
"Pfft!" Xia Qingyang, overcome with rage, knelt on one knee and coughed up a mouthful of blood. "Xue'er, you
're insane! You love Qinglong? I don't believe it!"
"It's the truth!" Leng Xue said, "If you still love me, let me leave. This is my choice.
You should focus on your martial arts training with the Martial Saint; other women will fall for you."
"No, I won't let you go!" Xia Qingyang's features twisted into a grotesque grimace. He pointed at Qinglong
and said, "He! He raped you in front of me! He! He even sent you to Jinshui Garden, subjecting you to
the humiliation of men day and night! You want to be with such a demon? I'm not reconciled! I'm not reconciled!" Xia Qingyang staggered
to his feet and walked towards Qinglong. "Come! Qinglong! If you're a man, fight me. Only
one of us can live today."
Leng Xue was frantic. Qinglong stepped forward, preparing to meet her attack. She decided to unleash her final trump card.
"Xia Qingyang, you're wrong! It wasn't Lord Qinglong who sent me to Jinshui Garden, but your master, the Martial Saint's, idea."
*Slap!* Qinglong slapped Leng Xue hard across the face, sending her tumbling to the ground. "Who told you to say
that!" Qinglong roared.
Leng Xue's words struck Xia Qingyang like a bombshell. Seeing Leng Xue struck, he roared and
lunged at Qinglong. He was now fighting on instinct, having long forgotten about the Seven Forms of Heaven-Breaking.
"Martial Saint, this battle is unavoidable. I will show mercy," Qinglong said, lightly dodging Xia
Qingyang's attack.
Martial Saint Mu Yunqiubai's face was ashen, speechless. Luo Xijie was slightly disappointed. He
had come today hoping to see the Martial Saint's newly created Seven Forms of Heaven-Breaking, but Xia Qingyang's beast-like attacks made him shake his head.
In a battle between masters, victory or defeat hangs in the balance. Xia Qingyang's wild, indiscriminate attacks displayed less than ten percent of his true strength. In a few exchanges
, Xia Qingyang suffered repeated heavy blows, falling repeatedly, yet stubbornly rising each time.
Qinglong, in high spirits, didn't intend to kill Xia Qingyang. However, seeing his relentless, suicidal attacks, he grew
somewhat annoyed, increasing the force of his blows. As Xia Qingyang lunged forward, Qinglong struck him in the chest, sending him
flying into the air before crashing heavily to the ground.
"Enough! You can leave!" Mu Yunqiubai shouted. Xia Qingyang lay on the ground, blood gushing
from his mouth. His injuries were too severe to rise.
"Martial Saint, please forgive my rudeness!" Qinglong bowed, called for Leng Xue, and left with Luo Xijie.
"Xue'er, don't go..." Xia Qingyang lay prone on the ground, one hand supporting himself, the other reaching out towards their departing figures.
His back turned, and he fainted, his vision going black, but Leng Xue never turned around. Mu Yun Qiubai summoned his disciples and ordered
them to carry Xia Qingyang back.
When the unconscious, blood-covered Xia Qingyang was carried back to his room, Fan Jianxin jumped up from his chair in shock.
Yesterday, Xia Qingyang had confidently said he would definitely save Xue'er today, but he was unexpectedly so badly injured.
Fan Jianxin removed his blood-stained clothes, brought a basin of water, and wiped his body. Xia Qingyang was badly injured
, and blood kept gushing from his mouth. Fan Jianxin held the bright red towel, tears welling up in his eyes.
"You must hold on, you mustn't die!" Fan Jianxin murmured, frantic and helpless.
Someone pushed open the door and entered; it was Cai Yidao, who was considered a half-doctor. Fan Jianxin, as if grasping at a straw, rushed over and
pulled him to the bedside. "Save him! He's so badly injured, save him!"
"I know!" Cai Yidao didn't rush to check Xia Qingyang's injuries. Instead, he reached out and grabbed Fan Jianxin
's buttocks, squeezing them hard. Fan Jianxin was incomparably beautiful. Those martial arts disciples who had raped her all longed for her day and
night. However, with Xia Qingyang around these past few days, although they coveted her, they had no opportunity to make a move.
"Check on him first!" Fan Jianxin stiffened her body without flinching. She only begged him to treat Xia Qingyang first.
"His injuries are very serious!" Cai Yidao's hand slipped under her skirt. For so many days, Fan Jianxin
had only worn this knee-length skirt, and she had been wearing nothing underneath.
"What should we do!" Cai Yidao's hand had already touched her private parts, but Fan Jianxin couldn't care less
. Her heart was only for Xia Qingyang.
"Of course we need to treat him." Cai Yidao flipped Xia Qingyang's eyelids, but the unconscious man showed no reaction.
"Then treat him!" Fan Jianxin wrung her hands anxiously, wishing she could hold a knife to his neck.
"What's the rush? I need to think of a treatment plan." Cai Yidao inserted his fingers into her vagina, digging and probing forcefully
. Actually, he didn't have any treatment plan; the Martial Saint had just sent him some pills.
"Hurry up and think of one." Fan Jianxin urged repeatedly.
"Why are you rushing me!" Cai Yidao rolled his eyes. "He's so badly injured; the more you rush me, the less I can think of anything." "
Fine, fine, I won't rush you." Fan Jianxin said helplessly, "Please, think quickly."
"I can't think of anything with him." Cai Yidao said with a wicked smile, "Come with me." He pulled Fan
Jianxin to a corner of the room.
Dragged by Cai Yidao, Fan Jianxin looked back every few steps. She knew what he wanted to do, but could only helplessly follow
him. These five days were the happiest five days of her life. She knew she shouldn't like Xia Qingyang, but she couldn't
control her thoughts. Time seemed to drag on endlessly when Xia Qingyang was away, but his return filled her with a radiant joy,
like a bright spring day. When Xia Qingyang entered her body, pleasure overflowed; every cell
seemed to sing. She only wished this could last forever, until the end of time.
She was confident in Xia Qingyang's abilities for today's battle. Although Leng Xue had returned and he would no longer belong to her,
as long as he was happy, that was enough. Besides, Leng Xue was a close sister who had shared hardships with her. But suddenly, everything changed. Xia Qingyang
was covered in wounds; he had lost the battle, and she was about to be raped by a beast. Heartbreak and despair were beyond words to describe her
feelings.
Fan Jianxin bent over, her hands bracing against the wall, her skirt lifted to her waist. Cai Yidao wantonly fondled her round, jade-like buttocks.
"Get your spirits up. Once you've satisfied this master, you'll naturally know how to deal with him." With that, he pulled down his trousers and
thrust his penis hard into her private parts.
Fan Jianxin's gaze remained fixed on Xia Qingyang on the bed until the pain of the penis piercing her jolted her awake.
"No—" she cried out, her upper body stiffening abruptly, the penis slipping out.
"Why are you dodging!" Cai Yidao leaned closer, pressing her against the wall, but Fan Jianxin's body was as firm
as a sword, his penis pressed between her thighs, unable to penetrate her for a moment.
Since stepping onto Luofeng Island, Fan Jianxin had been raped countless times, but this time was extremely different. In the past, she had no
attachments, but now Xia Qingyang had stirred her emotions. To be violated in front of the one she loved was, for her soul,
no less painful than being pierced by a wild beast.
"Do you still want me to treat Xia Qingyang?" Cai Yidao struggled left and right but couldn't penetrate her, his heart
filled with anger.
"Yes, yes!" Fan Jianxin regained consciousness. She leaned against the wall, slowly bending her body with difficulty,
opening her alluring honey pot to him.
"That's more like it." Cai Yidao's penis suddenly thrust into her body. He grabbed her slender waist and began
to pound violently.
Fan Jianxin, being violated, looked at Xia Qingyang, her heart filled with extreme pain. Her fingernails scratched the wall, leaving marks.
Suddenly, "Xue'er!" The unconscious Xia Qingyang cried out, pounding his chest with his hand,
blood gushing from his mouth.
"Xia Qingyang!" Fan Jianxin was frantic. She pushed Cai Yidao away and ran towards him. She leaned over
the bed, tightly embracing Xia Qingyang, her eyes filled with tears, and cried out in panic, "Don't do this! Don't
do this!"
"I'm not reconciled! I'm not reconciled!" Xia Qingyang screamed wildly, his bloodshot eyes seeming to devour someone.
Just as he was enjoying himself, Fan Jianxin pushed him away. Cai Yidao was furious, but seeing Xia Qingyang's frantic state,
he was also alarmed. He quickly pulled a purple pill from his pocket and put it to Xia Qingyang's lips. The delirious Xia Qingyang
shouted incoherently, and Cai Yidao tried to feed him several times, but he couldn't swallow the pill. Just as he was at a loss, Fan Jianxin
leaned over, took the pill that had slipped from his lips into her mouth, and pressed her red lips tightly against his.
Fan Jianxin used the tip of her tongue to put the pill into his mouth. Perhaps it was primal instinct, but when their tongues touched, Xia
Qingyang began to greedily suckle. Fan Jianxin's body trembled, and a warm current surged through her. For the past few days,
although she had made love to Xia Qingyang every night, he had never kissed her. She had tried several times to kiss him,
but sensed he was avoiding her. Countless times she wanted to ask Xia Qingyang to kiss her, but she never had the courage to ask.
On the last night, driven by desire, she hoped he would kiss her, but he refused. Although
the kiss occurred when he was not fully conscious, it still filled Fan Jianxin with an indescribable happiness.

Perhaps it was the lingering, passionate kiss, or perhaps the pills were taking effect, but Xia Qingyang calmed down considerably. He embraced Fan Jianxin with both 　　arms
, kissing her and murmuring something.
Fan Jianxin understood; Xia Qingyang was saying, "Don't go, don't leave me." She cried out in her heart,
"I won't leave you." She wanted to soothe Xia Qingyang's wounded heart with all her love.
"Hey, that's enough. You've taken the medicine, why are you still holding her like that!" Cai Yidao chimed in from the side. He
reached out to pull Fan Jianxin away, but they were embracing so tightly that he couldn't separate them.
The bed wasn't very high; when he had embraced Xia Qingyang earlier, Fan Jianxin's left leg was bent on the floor, while her right leg was propped
up on the bed. Seeing that he couldn't pull her away after several attempts, Cai Yidao moved behind her and lifted her skirt again.
Fan Jianxin was startled, not expecting him to be so impatient, unwilling to wait even a moment longer. Cai Yidao moved
her right leg, placing it on Xia Qingyang's lap, the angle of her legs wide enough for him to easily enter her
body from behind.
She could be violated, but she absolutely refused to be violated while holding and kissing the man she loved. His hot
penis was already pressing against her crotch. She wanted to close her legs to resist the disgusting thing entering her body, but Cai Yidao
sensed her intention, pressing his body tightly against her left leg off the bed, and firmly clamping her right leg with both hands.
Fan Jianxin raised her head, trying to break free from Xia Qingyang's embrace. She didn't want to be defiled by this beast while he held her
. As soon as their lips parted, Xia Qingyang opened his dazed eyes and said, "Don't leave me! Don't go!"
Large tears fell on Xia Qingyang's cheeks. Seeing him so vulnerable, like a child, how could she bear
to leave him? "I won't leave, I'll stay with you, I won't leave, I'll never leave!" Fan Jianxin pressed her lips to
Xia Qingyang's again, her heart breaking at the sight of his satisfied expression.
"Hey, what are you doing wriggling your butt like that? Should we treat your lover's wounds? It's not like we haven't fucked you before,
acting like some virtuous woman!" Cai Yidao firmly pressed down on her jade-like buttocks, his ten fingers digging deep into her snow-white flesh.
He thrust forward suddenly, his penis finally plunging in, and he cried out in pleasure.
The stinging pain in her lower body pulled Fan Jianxin back to the cruel reality. Once, she had been
raped in front of Xia Qingyang, but only then did she begin to like him. After these past few days, from somewhat liking him to really liking him, until
seeing him injured again, Fan Jianxin knew that she truly liked him, really liked him.
Holding the one she loved, kissing the one she loved, yet having another man's genitals inside her—
what kind of feeling was that? Her body didn't belong to her, her dignity was utterly trampled, and her pure love was torn to shreds.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry," Fan Jianxin murmured through tears. "I know you like Xue'er,
but do you know how much I like you? Do you know how happy I am when you hold me like this and kiss me?
Although my body is dirty, my heart is still pure! My heart is yours! Do you know that?"
The pill was taking effect, and Xia Qingyang's murmurs subsided. His tongue stopped sucking, and his hands
slid softly off Fan Jianxin's back. But Fan Jianxin still held him tightly, enduring the intense impact from behind,
gently licking the bloodstains from the corner of her mouth with the tip of her tongue.
"This kid's asleep." Cai Yidao reached out and pushed Xia Qingyang further into the bed, making room for him.
"Have you kissed enough? Come on, let's change positions." He grabbed Fan Jianxin's shoulders and turned her over, placing her
next to Xia Qingyang.
"Where should we go? Or maybe to another room outside?" Fan Jianxin pleaded.
“Standing is only occasional; it's never as comfortable as being in bed. Outside, my fellow disciples are
waiting like hungry wolves. With them around, it's not as satisfying.” As he spoke, Cai Yidao pulled off her skirt, grabbing and
groping her erect breasts. He continued, his lust palpable, “I heard you used to stay at Jinshui Garden. We all say Mei Ji is blind .
Look at you, you have breasts, you have a butt, your legs are so long and straight, and your face is even more stunning. A
beauty like you is hard to find even in the Paradise of Ultimate Bliss. Everyone's itching for you.”
Hearing Cai Yidao's lewd words, Fan Jianxin turned her face away in disgust. Xia Qingyang
slept quietly beside her, his handsome face even more striking from the side. As Cai Yidao gripped her legs and thrust his penis in again, she
quietly grasped Xia Qingyang's hand, hoping that his sleeping form would give her strength to resist the impending
abuse.
"Oh, oh! I can't control myself anymore!" Cai Yidao cried out as he pulled his penis out. Having finally gotten
this opportunity, he didn't want to finish so hastily. Fan Jianxin ignored him, only holding Xia Qingyang's hand tightly. Cai
Yidao continued this intermittently for nearly half an hour before finally losing control and ejaculating wildly.
Cai Yidao pulled out his penis, lingeringly squeezing her body a few times before pulling up his pants. As he left
, he turned back and said, "By the way, the Martial Saint said that once his penis is hard, we should make him ejaculate; the blood of the Taotie will
help with the injuries."
"I know," Fan Jianxin replied. She didn't bother to put on clothes or even wash her filthy
genitals, which were still dripping with semen. Instead, she picked up a towel and wiped the bloodstains off Xia Qingyang's body.
Seeing Xia Qingyang sleeping peacefully, her anxiety subsided somewhat. Only then did she walk to the pool and wipe away the sticky
filth covering her legs.
Just as Fan Jianxin sat down on the edge of the bed, the door was pushed open again, and a disciple of the Martial Saint beckoned her to come out.
Fan Jianxin recognized him; one of the men had come to her rescue when she was raped in the next room .
"If you won't come out, then I'll come in," the man said.
Fan Jianxin didn't want to be raped in front of Xia Qingyang, nor did she want to leave him. After a moment's thought, she stood up
and followed the man out of the room.
Following him into the next room, Fan Jianxin's heart sank. There were seven men in the room, all
looking at her with lewd eyes. Fan Jianxin's appearance and figure were the most outstanding these Martial Saint disciples had ever seen. Some of them
had already tasted her beauty, but later, intimidated by Xia Qingyang's power, they had no more opportunity. Those who had tasted her beauty, and those who hadn't,
were all itching for more. Now that Xia Qingyang was half-dead, they certainly wouldn't let such an opportunity slip by.
For example, when they returned to Jinshui Garden, it was once a place where only one man entered, but now seven men were together.
The pain intensified. After each man ejaculated his filthy semen, she was carried to the pool,
her genitals washed with clean water, and then returned to the bed.
She endured the relentless assault, every part of her body constantly being gripped and squeezed. Her mouth and throat filled with the foul
stench of semen, yet she still had to suck on someone's penis. Her legs, always spread apart, first ached, then went numb
, and finally cramped. The beastly men showed no mercy, grabbing her rock-hard calves
and relentlessly thrusting their penises into her body again and again amidst her screams.
After an unknown amount of time, the number of men surrounding her decreased. Just as she clung to a sliver of hope,
new men joined in. She was like a doll, placed in different positions, the only constant being the
ever-present, writhing penis inserted into her body.
For three whole hours, the men, having satisfied their lust, finally left. The last two to leave carried Fan Jianxin and threw
her back into their room. Fan Jianxin lay on the floor for a quarter of an hour before regaining a little strength. Xia Qingyang was still
fast asleep in bed, which comforted her. Fan Jianxin tried to stand up, gripping her thighs, but her legs
trembled like leaves, and she collapsed back to the floor. She had no choice but to support herself with her hands and slowly crawl to
the bedside. Looking at him, his brow still furrowed in his sleep, a power quietly grew within her—
the power of love stimulating her potential. She silently told herself that she must hold on and watch Xia Qingyang wake up.
Someone carrying a tray pushed open the door and entered. Fan Jianxin recognized him as one of the men who had raped her earlier. He put down
the tray, said, "This is dinner," and left the room. Only after he left did Fan Jianxin breathe a sigh of relief.
Although Fan Jianxin had no appetite, in order to regain her strength, she slowly moved to the table and
forced herself to eat a bowl of rice. Just as they finished eating, Cai Yidao arrived and gave
her a bright red pill to give to Xia Qingyang. She carefully fed Xia Qingyang the pill, and soon he began to react.
Still half-asleep, he became restless, his eyelids twitching but unable to open. Touching his forehead,
it was burning hot, and his groin was already erect. Remembering Cai Yidao's words, Fan Jianxin removed his pants;
his penis stood erect like a spear.
Fan Jianxin went to the sink, filled a basin with water, and carefully washed her body, hoping to be clean
and whole with her beloved. The cold water stung her private parts; in the dim
light, she saw her labia were red and swollen—the wounds left from the three hours of gang rape that afternoon.
No matter how exhausted she was, no matter if her body could still have intercourse with a man, as long as it was for
Xia Qingyang's good, Fan Jianxin would do anything without hesitation.
Fan Jianxin gently leaned against Xia Qingyang, unable to resist kissing him. Although he didn't react,
her heart raced, and her cheeks flushed. Smelling his scent, listening to the rhythm of his heartbeat, and feeling his
surging desire, her heart pounded like a deer's. His erect penis pressed between her legs, and a surge of heat began to
course through her body.
Slowly, he allowed it to enter her. For a moment, Fan Jianxin seemed to forget all her pain, and she couldn't help but
moan with pleasure. With a strength she didn't know, Fan Jianxin propped herself up, her hands pressing against his broad chest. Her snow-white
thighs bounced up and down, allowing the hot penis to move freely in and out of her.
Beads of sweat climbed her back and slid down her firm, jade-like buttocks. Fan Jianxin writhed tirelessly,
the penis inside her growing hotter and hotter. "Spray freely inside me, give me warmth, and you'll wake up
," she cried out in her heart, as more and more love fluid flowed from her wounded flower.
Just as Fan Jianxin was completely immersed in the sea of passion, several men walked in again, some of
whom had raped her that afternoon, and others were strangers.
"This little chick is really slutty, she's been fucking us brothers all afternoon, and now she's at it again!" The leader
pointed at Fan Jianxin and laughed loudly, "See? You can't find such a beautiful woman even in Paradise, I wasn't
lying to you!"
The room lights weren't bright, but they were enough to clearly see Fan Jianxin's delicate and refined features and her beautifully curved body
. The men surrounded her, and one of them reached out, preparing to drag her away from Xia Qingyang.
"Wait a minute, okay?" Fan Jianxin grabbed the man's hand and said, "I'll be done soon, please, just
wait a little while." She felt that Xia Qingyang's penis was only a hair's breadth away from climaxing. If they stopped now and waited for
the men to finish their lust, she wouldn't have the strength to complete the task.
Perhaps the men found watching this passionate performance enjoyable, so they didn't try to drag her away. Instead, they sat or
stood to the side, and the more impatient ones reached for her naked body.
"This girl is really horny! Look, she's already so wet, and she's still flowing!" A sharp-eyed person saw that her
flower-like opening, which was swallowing and spitting out penises, was completely wet, with drops of sticky fluid flowing down the penis
. A large patch of the sheet between Xia Qingyang's legs was soaked.
"That's strange! She wasn't this wet when we were having sex with her this afternoon, how come she's so horny now
!" Among them were men who had raped her that afternoon.
"Oh my, I can't hold back anymore. You're so horny, come and rub it for me first." One of the men next to her brandished
his erect penis and pulled Fan Jianxin's hand, making her hold it tightly.
"Qingyang, hurry up, I can't hold on much longer!" Fan Jianxin grabbed a penis in each hand, and
under their orders, she had no choice but to masturbate rapidly. Another man even stepped over Xia Qingyang and stood in front of her,
his penis pressed against her lips. In order not to anger them, and in order to keep Xia Qingyang's penis inside
her, Fan Jianxin opened her mouth and swallowed the stinking penis.
She had to keep herself warm, otherwise Xia Qingyang's penis would get further and further away from climaxing.
With one penis in her mouth and the other two in her hands, she completely ignored the dirty hands that were groping her body and
continued to urge her desire. Reaching climax under such circumstances is almost unimaginable, but
Fan Jianxin, with her extraordinary mental strength, did it. This was her last effort, to use her desire to make Xia Qingyang explode.
The penis inside her swelled rapidly, like gasoline poured onto the flames of desire. She involuntarily
spat out the other man's penis from her mouth, crying out loudly. At the same time, her hand recoiled,
clutching her breasts tightly, her fingertips playing with her bright red nipples like pianists.
"Qingyang, let's reach the peak together!" Fan Jianxin shouted in her heart.
At the moment Xia Qingyang's penis erupted, the surrounding men were stunned by Fan Jianxin's climax. Suddenly,
a man behind her grabbed her ankle. Before Fan Jianxin could react, he pulled hard, straightening
her kneeling legs, and the penis slid out of her burning, wet vagina.
"No—!" Fan Jianxin screamed, her body dragged backward, the penis slipping from her body, sliding past her lower abdomen,
about to leave her in the blink of an eye. She felt the throbbing of the penis, and seemed to feel its painful helplessness even more. Involuntarily , she
grabbed Xia Qingyang's arm, trying to crawl forward, wanting his penis back inside her. But
all her efforts were futile before the man, driven by lust. His heavy body pressed down
on her legs, his hard, burning penis pressing against her vulva.
"Please—" Fan Jianxin continued to cry out. But her cries went unanswered; the penis easily
slid in, her body still controlled by desire.
Just as Fan Jianxin was about to give up in despair, she suddenly felt Xia Qingyang's penis thrusting between her breasts,
searching for a path, releasing explosive energy. "Qingyang, I won't let you explode inside me,
but I will still try. Let's keep trying, keep exploding together!" Fan Jianxin abruptly pulled her hands back
, grabbing her full breasts from both sides, deeply enveloping the hot penis against her chest.
"Explode, my love!" Because she had enveloped his penis, because she could only
ignite him with her own fiery desire, Fan Jianxin resolutely let the flames of desire burn within her. Only in this way could a miracle be achieved.
She cupped her breasts, using the power of her burning desire to arch her hips, arch her back, lift her head, and thrust out her snow-white breasts.
The penis instantly disappeared into the deep cleavage. The next moment, she lowered her head and plunged in like a diver. She saw
the penis emerge from her cleavage, and she gently licked the glans with the tip of her tongue.
Although a stranger's penis was inserted into her body, Fan Jianxin still reached the peak of lust. She had to
do this; only in this way could she have the power to make her body undulate like an earthworm, and only in this
way could she use her breasts to make the penis ejaculate.
Like Leng Xue, Fan Jianxin's allure during her climax was irresistible. After only a few thrusts, the man behind her immediately
ejaculated profusely. As the man's penis gushed semen, another penis, emerging from Fan Jianxin's cleavage, shot
out a white line, thick, sticky fluid smearing Fan Jianxin's pretty face. The joy of success ignited an even more intense
lust within Fan Jianxin, causing the penis on her chest to ejaculate even more semen, giving the men who were raping her an
ultimate, heavenly pleasure. When the man behind her reluctantly withdrew his penis, Fan Jianxin was dragged
away from Xia Qingyang. No matter how the men teased or raped her, Fan Jianxin remained unresponsive, like a puppet.
After one round of rape, the men still refused to leave. Recalling the stimulating image of her using her breasts to hold their penises,
they sat in a row, making Fan Jianxin serve them with her breasts.
If she didn't do as they asked, the men wouldn't let her go. She longed for some time alone with Xia Qingyang
, even if it was just a little while. Kneeling on the ground, she clamped their penises between her breasts, but
the passion from before was gone; she mechanically let the penises move between her breasts. Someone walked behind her, and the penis
thrust in again. Exhausted, she was almost asleep.
"Xue'er!"
A shout woke Fan Jianxin. She turned her head and saw Xia Qingyang suddenly sit up in bed
, spitting out a mouthful of black, bloody pus.
"Qingyang!" Fan Jianxin struggled desperately to get to him, but the man behind her grabbed her waist, and
the man in front of her gripped her shoulders. She was too weak to break free.
Seeing that Xia Qingyang had woken up, the men who had been raping Fan Jianxin stopped, especially
the men who had heard his harsh words. They couldn't help but feel nervous.
"Why! Why are you doing this to me!" Xia Qingyang's face was contorted with rage, his eyes bloodshot. He pressed himself against the bed board
and stood up. The moment he stood up, the bed collapsed into a pile of broken wood.
Everyone watched him with even greater tension, unsure whether to leave or stay.
"Qingyang! Qingyang! You're awake! That's wonderful! That's wonderful!" Although she was held captive and unable to move, seeing
Xia Qingyang awake, Fan Jianxin burst into tears of joy, her eyes brimming with tears.
Hearing Fan Jianxin's cry, Xia Qingyang turned his head. He saw the men surrounding Fan Jianxin, and he also saw
her, with a penis inserted between her breasts and buttocks. In that instant, surprise flashed in Xia Qingyang's eyes, but it quickly
turned into anger.
A warm current surged in his chest. Fan Jianxin would never forget how, severely injured, he had
rolled off the bed to protect her, lying on the ground and screaming hoarsely, "Help!" It was those words that made
her fall in love with him unconditionally, even knowing he loved Xue'er.
"Great! Soon, he'll drive those men away, and we'll be together! Ah, he vomited so
much blood, is he alright? Oh no, he saw me being raped by men, what am I going to do!" Just as Fan Jianxin
was lost in thought, she suddenly saw the anger in Xia Qingyang's eyes gradually disappear, replaced by a coldness colder than ice and snow.
Suddenly, Fan Jianxin felt a sense of estrangement from him.
"Brother Qingyang, you don't mind, do you? Women are just for men to play with!" One of the
men, who knew Xia Qingyang, broke the silence.
"Women!" Xia Qingyang murmured, "Women are just for men to play with?!"
A hint of confusion appeared in his cold eyes.
"That's right!" The man pointed at Fan Jianxin and said, "She was originally a prostitute in Jinshui Garden!
Prostitutes are born to be fucked by men."
"Prostitute!" Xia Qingyang repeated his words, "That's right, prostitutes are born to be fucked by men! Her
prostitute?!"
"How could that be wrong!" the man laughed.
"I'm not! I'm not!" Being called a prostitute in front of the man she loved was unbearable for Fan Jianxin. She
shouted, "I'm not a prostitute! I'm Xia Xiaoxin! Xiaoxin! Qingyang! Don't you remember me? Don't
scare me!"
Seeing that Xia Qingyang didn't react too strongly, the man became bolder. He grabbed Fan Jianxin's hair
and said, "Aren't you a prostitute? Tell me yourself, how many men have fucked your cunt! What are you doing at Jinshui Garden ?
Aren't you just spreading your legs every day for men to fuck you! And you still say you're not a prostitute!"
"I'm not! I'm just not!" Fan Jianxin stubbornly said, her hair being pulled.
"If you say you are, then you are!" the man pulling her hair said. "Brother Qingyang, do you want to watch the brothers
fuck her properly, then you'll know that all women are cheap!"
"Are all women cheap?" Xia Qingyang asked blankly.
"Of course, is that even a question?" the man laughed loudly.
In the next instant, Fan Jianxin was completely stunned. Her mind went blank; she couldn't think,
couldn't even describe her feelings—was it confusion? Sadness? Worry? Or despair? Because she heard Xia Qingyang's
words.
"Then, you can continue!" Xia Qingyang said coldly.
Several seconds passed before Fan Jianxin slowly came to her senses. The penis behind her began to move like a piston again,
her hands were forced to press against her breasts, and the penis would occasionally peek out from her cleavage, its menacing head protruding. She
stared intently at Xia Qingyang, hoping to find answers from him.
Awakening from his unconsciousness, Xia Qingyang still saw Leng Xue's image in his mind, but she was no longer the
angel bathed in the morning light, but a witch who had emerged from the abyss of hell. The deeper the love, the deeper the hurt; her ruthlessness pushed Xia
Qingyang to the brink of collapse. He had once loved Fan Jianxin because of her, and now he hated her even more.
Not only did he hate her, but Xia Qingyang also hated all women in the world.
Suddenly, Xia Qingyang strode towards Fan Jianxin, his chilling murderous aura causing the men raping her to
retreat.
"Qingyang!" Fan Jianxin cried out, turning her head, but she couldn't stand up no matter what she tried.
"Shut up! You bitch, you slut!" Xia Qingyang grabbed Fan Jianxin's hair and slammed her face into the chair
, his engorged penis thrusting into her body.
"Qingyang, what's wrong with you! Wake up!" Fan Jianxin's pretty face was pressed against the chair; she couldn't see the
狰狞 (zhengning, meaning ferocious or hideous) face behind her. She could only shout like this, hoping the familiar Xia Qingyang would return.
"You slut, what are you yelling about! If you yell again, I'll kill you!" Xia Qingyang was annoyed by her yelling. He
suddenly grabbed Fan Jianxin's head and slammed it heavily against the chair. With a loud "thud," the sturdy wooden chair shattered
into pieces, and blood streamed down Fan Jianxin's forehead.
"Bitch, whore, bitch, slut!" Xia Qingyang cursed with every vile word he could think of.
"I'll fuck you to death! I'll fuck you to death, you bitch, whore, bitch, slut!"
The people around looked at each other in dismay, no one daring to step forward to stop him. The cowardly ones had already quietly slipped out of the room. This was no
longer sex, but torture. It wouldn't be long before the woman he was brutally fucking would die.
Just as Fan Jianxin's life hung by a thread, a loud shout suddenly rang out: "Qingyang! Stop!" Martial Saint Mu Yunqiubai
walked in.
Xia Qingyang ignored him and continued to rape Fan Jianxin. Mu Yunqiubai stepped forward, reached out his palm
and shoved Xia Qingyang away with a powerful palm strike.
"Are you crazy?" Mu Yunqiubai shouted in a deep voice.
"Am I insane?" Xia Qingyang roared with laughter. "You're the one who's insane! Xue'er was originally mine, why did you
send her to Jinshui Garden!"
"I hope you focus on martial arts and don't let emotions cloud your judgment," Mu Yunqiubai said.
"Hahaha—" Xia Qingyang continued to laugh wildly. "Emotion? What is emotion?
Does this world even have emotion? I will kill all those ungrateful women in the world! Kill them all! Who dares to oppose me? I will kill gods and
demons alike!" Xia Qingyang had completely lost his mind. He suddenly struck Fan Jianxin beside him with a palm.
"You wretch! I even took you as my disciple, yet you are so stubborn!" Mu Yunqiubai stepped forward, blocking
his palm strike. Xia Qingyang was already bloodthirsty, not caring who his opponent was, and attacked with all his might.
Mu Yunqiubai, as one of the Three Saints, was even no less powerful than the Two Emperors. His movements in the small room were as fluid as flowing
water. The berserk Xia Qingyang couldn't even touch the hem of his clothes.
"You wretch! Surrender now!" Mu Yunqiubai casually unleashed a palm strike, its speed and angle neither
particularly sharp, yet Xia Qingyang had nowhere to block or dodge, and was heavily struck, crashing into the wall.
Blood gushed from Xia Qingyang's mouth, but he braced himself against the ground and leaped up, lunging at Mu Yunqiubai again. Xia
Qingyang's strength surprised the Martial Saint; despite being knocked down several times, he
continued his relentless attack like an unkillable cockroach. Mu Yunqiubai, enraged, shouted, "If you're truly courting death, don't blame me!"
With that, he added more power, delivering a powerful palm strike.
"Qingyang, run!" Fan Jianxin cried out from the ground. Although Xia Qingyang had treated her this way, Fan
Jianxin knew he had lost his mind due to some excessive stimulation; perhaps he would be alright once he regained his senses. He was
the first man she had ever loved, and she couldn't bear to watch him be killed by the Martial Saint's palm strike
. The Martial Saint's palm was already aimed at Xia Qingyang's chest, and in her anxiety, she gathered her spiritual power and attacked the Martial Saint.
Mu Yunqiubai's body froze, his palm stopping a few inches from Xia Qingyang's chest, yet even such a powerful palm
strike still knocked him to the ground. "Huh?" He turned his gaze to Fan Jianxin with extreme surprise. He was familiar with this feeling
; he had experienced it eight years ago.
Mu Yunqiubai was only controlled by Fan Jianxin for a fraction of a second. Taking advantage of this moment, Xia Qingyang flipped up, rushed out
the door, and disappeared into the vast night. Mu Yunqiubai didn't chase after him. He stood with his hands behind his back, seemingly lost in thought. Suddenly,
a vibration came from his waist. Mu Yunqiubai was startled; it was a communicator. Bai Shuang was calling him.
She had never used this thing in all these years. Mu Yunqiubai turned swiftly and rushed towards his residence.
Watching Xia Qingyang escape, Fan Jianxin finally breathed a sigh of relief. For some reason, despite Xia Qingyang's treatment of her,
Fan Jianxin didn't hate him; all she felt was a heart-wrenching pain. She didn't know
what had happened the day Xia Qingyang was injured, but she felt it couldn't be as simple as failing to withstand Qinglong's hundred moves and thus being unable to save Leng Xue.
After Mu Yunqiu's defeat and departure, the men who had been frightened by the fight gradually recovered. They carried the naked
Fan Jianxin to another room. On a not-so-large bed, Fan Jianxin's long legs were spread apart,
and their hard, iron-like penises once again broke through her flower-like opening, deeply penetrating her body.
The brutality continued amidst the creaking of the bed.
Fan Jianxin was in extreme pain. Although she had been raped countless times in the past, she always believed her soul remained pure
. But when Xia Qingyang called her a "slut, whore, bitch, whore," she felt as if the sky had fallen. Fan Jianxin
couldn't help but burst into tears, which flowed like a spring.
Just as Fan Jianxin was sinking into despair, Mu Yunqiubai returned to the room at some point. "Let her go,"
Mu Yunqiubai said coldly. The man who had been raping Fan Jianxin left in a panic, while she continued to weep.

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