【Transmigration to the Legend of Sword and Fairy IV】9 The Secrets of Desire

9 The Mystery of Desire Book
??? A feeling of unease, like a bone stuck in my throat. This was clearly the plot of my own novel, but now it seems to have deviated from
its intended course. Although there's no God Space for infinite flow transmigration, I feel there's some connection between "Desire Book" and it
.
The joy I felt earlier vanished, replaced by a deep sense of unease. Suqin, beside me, noticed my strange expression and
anxiously let out a series of whimpering sounds. I forced a stiff smile, then thought: Even if it's "Infinite Terror,"
I must survive, and I must protect my woman!
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If you're unfamiliar with infinite flow transmigration, you can read the book "Infinite Terror."
The setting of infinite flow is like a game campaign.
After transmigrating, you first arrive in an alternate dimension—called the God Space. Like a pre-battle preparation room,
transmigrators can rest and train there, improving their strength through various points exchanged by the God.
Then the main god will choose a space and send the transmigrator in, requiring the transmigrator to complete the prescribed tasks on time.
Success will earn points and return to the main god's space; failure will result in obliteration.
This process will continue until the transmigrator's strength surpasses the main god's control.
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I remembered the Qiankun Technique and the Five Elements Manual—these are the foundation of my survival! Assuming it's truly an infinite flow transmigration,
as long as my strength is sufficient, everything else is meaningless. I thought that after transmigrating, I could happily enjoy
the blessings of having multiple wives, but now it seems that even in another world, improving my strength is absolutely the top priority.
I lay down on the bed with Lis in my arms, and pulled Suqin into my embrace as well. Inhaling the faint, fresh fragrance of her body,
I couldn't help but feel a surge of heroic spirit: Come on! Let the storm rage even more fiercely! I slept
soundly through the night, the sun shining through the slanting window.
I opened my sleepy eyes, and found myself alone on the large bed; the three women were nowhere to be seen. Surely
they wouldn't have abandoned me?
Lost in thought, I heard footsteps approaching, followed by a knock on the door. The early autumn morning
lacked the chill of the night, but it wasn't warm either. Besides, I wasn't dressed yet, so I huddled under the covers and called out
, "Come in!"
It was the little maid, about thirteen or fourteen years old, skipping and hopping to my side, carrying a washbasin and brand-new clothes. I wiped
my face and asked, "Have you seen them?" The little girl's eyes widened. "Them? Is it Sister Wan'er,
no, Madam Wan'er? I haven't seen them, I just got up too! Young Master." Didn't she know Suqin was back?
I took the clothes and ushered her out of the room; after all, it was too awkward for a grown man to be dressed by a little maid.
But then again, were Suqin and the others going to play hide-and-seek with me?
Thinking this, I suddenly became interested. I hastily put on the awkward robe, grinned wickedly, and shouted, "
You three little white rabbits better hide well, the big bad wolf is coming!" Wardrobe? Not there. Under the bed? Not there. Screen?
Not there. Where did they hide? The room is only so big, could they have become invisible?
I searched for ages, getting covered in dust and dirt, but to no avail. Disappointed, I gave up, wondering
how to punish them later. Sitting back on the bed, I noticed "Desire Book" trembling slightly beside me, like a dragonfly fluttering its wings. Oh no!
Could they have all been captured?
I eagerly flipped to the first page, and sure enough, three stunningly beautiful pictures, each with its own unique charm, came into view.
Suqin's naked body was tightly bound by a red hemp rope as thick as a thumb. Her hands were tied behind her neck, and
her legs were bound tightly from top to bottom dozens of times. Her breasts were wrapped in a figure-eight shape with rope, and several
thick knots were deeply embedded in her private parts. Her delicate eyebrows were furrowed, and her slightly parted lips bit several rope knots, emitting
seductive moans. Wan'er was also naked, but the things binding her had been replaced with silver chains. The cold
metal moved over her body, and the thick shackles gleamed with a chill, locking her hands and feet upside down. As for Lis , she
was still completely restrained by black leather, and the thin chains connecting her body played
a melody with her slight trembling...
The dynamic "specimens" of beauties were indeed thought-provoking. I reached out and touched my erect penis,
silently chanting, "Desire Book" obediently released the three beauties. It turns out that bondage
can produce pleasure for women. Liz, needless to say, has already been transformed into a sensitive body, while Suqin and Wan'er are virtuous
women. Currently, it seems the three of them are equally aroused. What does this mean? Hehehe
…
??? When I finished my daydream, the first thing I saw was Wan'er's torrential tears, her delicate face streaked with tears, like a duckweed
swaying in a sudden downpour. My desire vanished instantly, replaced by overwhelming pity. Without time for self-reproach
, I hugged Wan'er tightly and gently kissed her cheek: "Don't cry, I love you…"
??? Was this a stroke of genius? I don't know, I only know the result was surprisingly good. Wan'er's red eyes brightened
, and in an instant, the sky cleared. A woman's face is like the weather in June.
Wan'er is a lady of high birth; last night's shared bed had already exceeded her limits, and now she's been bound like this—
it's truly excessive. In a daze, my belief wavered: Do women really like BDSM?
Is it really right to force them for one's own desires? A sudden, inexplicable palpitation interrupted my deep thoughts, and then I began to feel
weak all over, my eyelids grew heavier and heavier, and finally, I lost consciousness…
When I woke up, it was already evening. My entire body was burning, and I couldn't even move a finger.
I vaguely opened my eyelids, which felt heavier than a thousand pounds, and saw shadowy figures in the dim candlelight. I tried to see clearly, but I
couldn't see anything. Never before had I felt so powerless, even my thoughts were becoming rigid…
A state of dazed confusion, without beginning or end.
My only remaining memory is waking up several times a day, with increasingly longer intervals between each wake-up call.
Is my short-lived time-traveling life about to end? Will Suqin and Wan'er be sad? What will happen to Lis?
Ugh, so hot; no, so cold; it's a sudden shift between hot and cold. Suddenly, I regained my strength and opened my eyes—
was it just a dream?
Exhausted, Wan'er collapsed into my arms, her chains long gone; Suqin, her pretty face flushed
, was also freed from her restraints, looking at me somewhat awkwardly, her delicate hands lightly covering her chest and private parts; Lis, however, had vanished
. What happened?
Suqin sighed, gently twirled around, and a white dress appeared out of thin air on her body, then she picked up
the "Book of Desire" that had fallen to the ground. I helped the exhausted Wan'er over, looking at the "Book of Desire," now dull and grayish-white, and seemed
to understand something. Suqin nodded slightly, her melodious voice tinged with sadness: "Husband, Miss Lis
exhausted all her spiritual power to save you. The book dispelled the fleeting illusion after losing its host."
So it was true? Why did this happen? The flames in my chest ignited like a volcano, causing the sky to collapse and the earth to crack. My knuckles turned
white, and my fists clenched painfully, but I seemed oblivious, staring intently at the "Book of Desire." Suqin sighed again and
gave Wan'er a meaningful look. Wan'er understood, broke free from my embrace, dressed, and left the house.
A deathly silence, like the bitter cold of deep winter, cruelly tormented me.
Suqin handed me the book, walked behind me, and hugged me tightly: "Husband, any
treasure that can create its own space has the ability to protect its host, so Miss Lis must just be in a deep sleep. There must be a way
." "Really?" Like grasping a lifeline, I excitedly grasped Suqin's jade hand. A soft groan
escaped my lips. Had I used too much force? Suqin rested her head on my shoulder, her voice firm and resolute: "Of course it's true!"
Suqin's body was smooth and supple, pressed against my bare back through her thin gauze dress, indescribably alluring
. As I gradually calmed down, I felt a small hand quietly move downwards, finally settling to gently grasp my
penis. Slightly cool, Suqin's skillful hands were exceptionally nimble; no wonder she was a swordswoman. I let out a low growl,
my penis rapidly swelling under the intense stimulation. Suqin smiled sweetly, walked to me, and knelt gracefully, her alluring
face flushed with shyness. A pink tongue emerged from Suqin's mouth, gently licking the tip of my penis; it was moist
, smooth, and an indescribable pleasure was slowly building up. Suqin used both her mouth and hands, clearly absorbed
in serving him. She was faintly enveloped in a pink glow, both holy and alluring. Unlike her honeyed orifice, Suqin
's delicate hands seemed to possess a magical power to seize the essence of heaven and earth; every grasp, stroke, caress, and tease was an unimaginable
pleasure.
The door creaked open, and Wan'er, who had just left, returned with three bowls of soup. However, she stopped,
staring blankly at us. Indeed, doing this in broad daylight would be too indecent for Wan'er. Without
warning, I lost control, reaching out to hold Suqin's head, pressing it firmly, and thrusting my penis into her throat.
The feeling of suffocation made Suqin struggle involuntarily; the soft flesh of her throat involuntarily contracted, squeezing out even more semen
. After a spasm that lasted for several seconds, I released Suqin and looked down to see her tears streaming down her face,
semen gushing from her mouth and nose—a truly indescribably lewd and alluring sight.
Wan'er, standing at the door, seemed stunned. Her beautiful face was filled with shock and shame, her slender
body trembling slightly, causing the three porcelain bowls to clink softly. Suqin took out a delicate silk handkerchief, wiped
the grime from her face, gave me a charmingly smug look, and then gracefully walked towards Wan'er, leaving me standing
there awkwardly, at a loss for what to do.
"Sister, come in quickly, close the door, don't let the servants see," Suqin said, pulling Wan'er inside and closing
the door behind her. "What kind of soup is this? It's really good!" I picked up a porcelain bowl and drank it all in one gulp. Wan'er finally
came to her senses, smiling gently, "This is ginseng soup that Wan'er made.
Husband, drink it all if you like
." It was fragrant, mellow, and delicious—a rare find. I didn't stand on ceremony anymore, picking up the other two bowls as if afraid someone would snatch them away, and began to drink heartily.
Suqin and Wan'er exchanged a knowing smile, then gave me a pair of charmingly disdainful eye rolls.
My face flushed, and I couldn't help but say, "Wan'er made me drink this!" Perhaps it was a bit childish, but
the two women burst into laughter, stumbling a few steps before falling onto the bed. Was it really necessary? I muttered to myself before suddenly noticing that
the "Book of Desire" in my hand was gradually changing, emitting a faint pink glow. Could it be? I quickly opened the first
page. Although Lis's eyes were closed, color slowly returned to her pale face. There was hope! Fantastic
! I leaped onto the bed, pinning Suqin down, our faces pressed together, gazing into each other's eyes. "My dear Suqin
, how did you do that?" Wan'er nestled close beside me, her voice melodious. "Really!
It seems like Miss Liss is moving!"
Suqin, intoxicated by my breath, was mesmerized, her eyes brimming with desire. She stammered
, "My...my husband, this book relies on the energy of desire to maintain its power. Just now, what we did...we
were...replenishing it..." I lowered my head and bit Suqin's pink nipple, taking it into
my mouth along with the thin veil, while simultaneously sliding my hand into her wet, moist opening. Suqin's voice gradually gave way to moans. "Also,
Suqin and Wan'er are also hosts of this book, so our energy of desire, ah, can
replenish its...power..." Oh?! I suddenly understood. It seemed naming it "The Book of Desire" had really been a lucky accident
.
The following scene was a repetition of last night's lovemaking, the warm embrace of the bedchamber, the passionate encounter.
I must say, perhaps due to the "Book of Desire," my desire was insatiable, my member seemingly tireless
. Even after ejaculation, I recovered quickly, becoming even more vigorous. Suqin and
Wan'er truly "suffered," their delicate bodies, like flowers, unable to withstand my frenzied onslaught. Spirit and desire
combined, body and mind intertwined; I seemed to sense something, a call from the depths of my being?
The "Book of Desire" greedily absorbed the energy of desire, gradually releasing a thick pink mist that blurred the entire room.
A faint, sweet aroma filled my nostrils, the mist seeming to carry a powerful aphrodisiac effect. The two beauties beneath me had long since lost
their senses, instinctively responding to my advances. Like a sumptuous meal, the "Book of Desire" softly hummed, letting out a
satisfied burp. Then, a pink ball of light landed on the bed. Lis, slowly waking, looked at me with a half-smile, as if
she knew everything.
To be honest, the Lis before me didn't seem like Lis anymore. Her features were still vaguely discernible, but she was
several times more beautiful than before, rivaling Wan'er. Could it be that she had benefited from this misfortune, becoming more beautiful through the "Book of Desire"?
Lis seemed to understand me perfectly. The moment my thought arose, she spoke: "Master is right. The '
Book of Desire' feeds on the desires of its second holder, then feeds its spiritual energy back to the first holder. It gradually improves
the holder's body, such as Lis's looks, figure, sensitivity, and the master's ability to create clones." That's
quite good! Liz interrupted my joy: "However, it also has a fatal danger—it subtly
influences the thoughts of all holders, causing them to constantly generate desires; once the holder's will weakens, they will become
prisoners of desire, lose their minds, and only know how to have sex." Was this just scaremongering? I straightened my expression and stopped thrusting
. Liz continued, "Moreover, Master, the two mistresses, and Linu are all holders of the 'Book of Desire.'
If desire arises, it must be released; it cannot be forcibly interrupted, otherwise it will backfire,
until all your energy is exhausted and you slowly die. Master, you forcibly interrupted your
desires before because you questioned them, resulting in the 'Book of Desire' backfiring. Linu exhausted all her spiritual power—well, in this world it's called spiritual power—to
save you."
??? That terrifying? It feels like some kind of special drug! Can I control myself? Not just me,
but my woman too…

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