Lost in the Land

1 === Dream.
The warm breeze of Jiangnan carries endless illusions. Fallen blossoms dance on towering, cloud-piercing stone peaks, a dazzling, mesmerizing spectacle. The dilapidated houses and courtyards are shrouded in a hazy, intoxicating mist.
This scene cannot be called naturally formed; rather, it is a sinful distortion beyond reason.
Amidst the spring blossoms, a scene of decay unfolds. Broken beams, shattered windows, weathered, decaying doors, rusted sword sheaths and copper rings interspersed with tattered undergarments—the mindless, soulless remains of all things are exposed to the light, their decay unable to hide from the world, their demise impossible to bury even by a thousand autumns of fallen blossoms.
This is man-made calamity. A man indulging in wicked thoughts, unleashing a torrent of lust, has created this desolate mess.
Withered flowers fall across the mountainside—ominous, ominous, ominous, ominous, ominous, ominous, ominous.
A dark night without candles—an ominous sign, a dead end.
"Gulp...ooh!"
The young woman was startled awake by a choked sound in her throat, her body stiff and motionless. There was a slight tremor, but it was the lingering chill of a dream, rendering her completely immobile. Only her mind was awake; her naked body remained under the control of sleep, the thick brocade quilt trapping a sweltering mist of cold sweat, creating a strange, enveloping realm around her.
Shame, fear, regret, confusion—a complex web of emotions tangled together, an inescapable nightmare.
It was not merely a dream, but a harbinger of impending doom. The location was Ruyu Peak, where she had lived since childhood, a symbol of the prestigious Guilin family, the leading female sect in Jiangnan, where female disciples were known for their strict adherence to chastity, their exceptional martial arts skills allowing them to stand shoulder-to-shoulder with countless heroes, a reputation that had long been celebrated throughout the martial arts world.
In the past, this had indeed been true. From the day she received her master's succession at a young age and became the mistress of Ruyu Peak, she devoted herself wholeheartedly to maintaining the sect's prestige. She fought evil outside the sect, managed its affairs internally, supervised her junior sisters' martial arts, and simultaneously built her own reputation.
Under the spotlight of her martial arts prowess and fame, Yang Mingxue, the mistress of Ruyu Peak, quickly became the focus of the martial arts world; her martial arts skills and beauty were equally stunning. Her junior sisters and younger disciples adored her, and righteous heroes treated her with utmost respect. Many young heroes secretly admired her, but even more lecherous heretics coveted her beauty, attempting to molest this young heroine, to make her remove her sword-wielding attire and expose her alluring naked body…
Yang Mingxue was well aware of the dangers of the martial world, and having gained fame, she was naturally vigilant. Since her debut, almost every time she ventured out of the mountain, she encountered wicked individuals attempting to assault her. Some were merely verbally frivolous, while others resorted to violence, setting traps, drugging, or even forming gangs to attack. Yang Mingxue, who usually traveled alone, had been in danger before, but always managed to escape and preserve her purity, while the lecherous men with ill intentions became her victims.
In her breath after a perilous victory, Yang Mingxue would always think of her junior sisters, whose martial arts and experience were inferior to hers. To protect them until they could stand on their own, she had to persevere no matter how dangerous the situation. As the head of Ruyu Peak, she could not afford to give anyone cause for gossip…
…
This also caused her to miss several opportunities for marriage. Ruyu Peak disciples who wished to marry could not remain on the mountain.
Yang Mingxue took over the sect at the age of twenty, naturally prioritizing the sect's interests. Even when renowned heroes expressed their love for her, she politely declined, silently suppressing her own desires to maintain Ruyu Peak's reputation.
A year ago, her youngest junior sister, Yanlan, finally reached a certain level of proficiency. Yang Mingxue valued this junior sister the most because she was the youngest but learned the fastest. At seventeen, she had mastered all the martial arts of the sect, three years earlier than Yang Mingxue herself. Her talent was truly the best among her peers. All she lacked was to broaden her horizons and temper her youthful impetuosity. Perhaps in the future, she could take over the leadership of her fellow disciples. To Yang Mingxue's surprise, Yan Lan returned with a lover on her first trip down the mountain for training.
"Senior Sister, he... his name is Tang An. He's the one who saved me from that lecherous scoundrel..." Yan Lan introduced the young man beside her with a mixture of shyness and excitement, gesturing with her elbow and whispering, "What are you doing? Hurry up and greet Senior Sister Yang!"
Tang An smiled and cupped his hands, saying, "Greetings, Sister Yang." Yang Mingxue's face hardened, and she said solemnly, "Young Master Tang, please have some self-respect. I haven't promised you and Alan anything yet." Yan Lan said anxiously, "Senior Sister Yang, but we've already... we've already done it..." Yang Mingxue said angrily, "That's exactly what's wrong!"
According to Yan Lan, Tang An rescued her when she fell into the hands of the lecherous scoundrel "Flower-Picking God" Jiang Zixiang, and feelings blossomed between them, so she gave herself to him. The problem is that Tang An is Jiang Zixiang's junior brother. Although he didn't hesitate to kill his senior brother for Yan Lan, turning against him, it doesn't change the fact that he comes from a wicked sect. Whether he has reformed is hard to say. Yang Mingxue was truly unwilling to hand Yanlan over to this man of questionable origin, yet she couldn't bear to ruin her junior sister's romance. Torn between these two dilemmas, Tang An was the first to express his resolve: "If you don't trust me, sister, I can reveal the dens of bandits that several senior brothers frequently associate with. This will show that I'm sworn to be their enemy, and also allow you to eliminate these scum of the martial world. How does that sound?"
Looking back, Yang Mingxue initially thought this method was feasible, but she overlooked Tang An's cunning. The evil sect leader Tang An led her to was Mu Zangchun, who at the time acted as a martial arts matchmaker under the name "Young Master Chun," and was actually the branch leader of the most evil sect in the martial world, "Huawai Dongtian," one of Huawai Dongtian's four greatest masters. In terms of martial arts alone, Mu Zangchun was on par with Yang Mingxue, but he was skilled in using evil sleeping potions, something Yang Mingxue couldn't handle.
Moreover, this whole scheme to eliminate Young Master Chun was a trap.
Chun Gongzi and Jiang Zixiang were old acquaintances of the evil sects, but Tang An had no connection with him. To appease Yang Mingxue and prevent her from interfering in his relationship with Yan Lan, Tang An risked collaborating with Chun Gongzi to lure Yang Mingxue into a demonic abyss. If successful, not only would he achieve his goals, but the Jiangnan branch of the Huawai Dongtian sect would also be free from the threat of Ruyu Peak.
Naturally, Chun Gongzi readily agreed.
Yang Mingxue fell into this trap, paying a terrible price. She submitted tearfully, her virgin body, glistening with sweat, held in Tang An's arms, where he cruelly took her virginity. She was then imprisoned by Chun Gongzi and subjected to unimaginable rape. The man's filthy semen filled her vagina and anus, spraying a sticky substance between her full breasts. Pathetic gasps escaped her lips; her taut body seemed to resist the penetration, yet her white, tender buttocks, trembling with each act, appeared utterly wanton…
"You…you kill me! Or, give me a sword…I'll kill myself."
After being raped for over a month, Yang Mingxue was utterly desperate. The drugs, the dungeon, and the man's penis had completely sealed off the young heroine's chances of resistance; in her utter despair, she only wanted death to escape.
“That won’t do.” Tang An embraced Yang Mingxue’s slender waist, a sly smile spreading across his handsome face. “You’d better take care of yourself before you give birth to my baby. The first child of Lady Yang, the mistress of Ruyu Peak, will definitely attract a lot of attention, and I’m waiting to see it!”
Yang Mingxue’s expression suddenly changed drastically. The responsibility of being a role model for her sect pierced her heart like needles, and she cried out in surprise, “Baby? I…I don’t want it! Ah, ah…no, don’t come in—” Before her words were even out of her ears, Tang An had already thrust his hips forward, his penis penetrating deeply into Yang Mingxue’s full and plump vagina, and began to thrust in and out with great pleasure. Yang Mingxue swayed involuntarily, her initial desire to die replaced by overwhelming terror. She cried out in a trembling voice, "Ah...no, no more...please, please leave...I can't get pregnant, I...I...sob...no..."
Tang Anhehe, panting heavily, her expression unusually intense, continued her wanton thrusting while mocking, "Good sister, don't be shy! If you give birth to a daughter, she can take over Ruyu Peak...but the martial arts world will probably find it strange that the pure and virtuous master of Ruyu Peak would be a daughter inheriting her mother's position...why? Ah? Ah? Alan and the others probably wouldn't expect it either?"
Filled with shame, Yang Mingxue desperately shook her head and cried out, "I don't know, I don't know—ah, don't say anymore!"
"Please stop..." Tang An became even more excited, tightly holding her plump legs, forcefully pushing his penis to the very end of her vagina, shouting: "Good, it's so deep and still so tight... Damn it, you're a born slut, I'll let you give birth to a little slut! Oh... Oh, I'm coming, I'm coming!"
"Ah, ah────"
The final violent thrust forced Yang Mingxue to tremble and cry out in pain, her lower body instantly contracting, squeezing out the hot semen, which seeped into the depths of her vagina like poison. The mental torment surpassed all the previous humiliation, completely defiling everything about her...
Tang An, savoring the moment, pulled out his limp penis, wiped it clean on Yang Mingxue's trembling lips, patted her tear-streaked face, and laughed: "How was it? Did you enjoy it to death?" “
You’re such a…beast…” Yang Mingxue sobbed softly, her body still lingering in the excitement of their passionate encounter, her vulva, ravaged day and night for days, was now swollen, occasionally spurting out thick streams of fluid that flowed onto the floor, even more abundant than her tears.
Tang An smiled and suddenly whispered, “Sister Yang, don’t worry. Although this time was extremely pleasurable, it definitely won’t result in a baby. No, from now on, no matter what we do, it’s fine.” Yang
Mingxue opened her teary eyes, unable to see Tang An’s expression clearly, but she knew he wasn’t being affectionate. Instead, fear gripped her heart, and she trembled as she asked, “How…how do you know?”
“Because…” Tang An’s lips curled into a smile as he reached out and touched her flat, soft abdomen, his smile smug: “From the moment I took your body, I’ve used all my skills.” "My master is a lecherous devil, don't you know he has plenty of ways to force a child into pregnancy? Before I did this to you, I strictly guarded my semen and took medicine, even at the cost of my health, just so you would get pregnant with my seed as soon as possible, otherwise if Mu Zangchun beat me to it... hehe, that wouldn't be fun at all. We've been doing this for a whole month, you haven't noticed anything wrong with yourself, have you?"
Yang Mingxue shuddered, suddenly remembering that she hadn't had a red flush since losing her virginity. She had thought it was due to her disrupted sleep schedule, but now, thinking about it, she was terrified and trembled all over...
"I... could it be that I'm already..."
Tang An laughed loudly and said, "You've been pregnant for a month already! We only found out yesterday, and we've finally succeeded. In a few days, we'll go back to Ruyu Peak to tell your junior sisters the good news. This journey is tiring, don't upset the baby!" "
Ah..." Yang Mingxue cried out in anguish, feeling dizzy and her last bit of composure completely crumbled. She burst into tears, crying out, "No... I don't want to, I don't want to—"
Pain.
"Ah... Ah, ha."
The sudden pain abruptly pulled Yang Mingxue back to reality, shattering the unbearable memories in an instant, replaced by violent panting. Yang Mingxue slowly calmed down, feeling that her limbs, lying flat, were now obedient, and the torment of the nightmare was long gone... The first thing she did was touch her stomach.
The pain had just come from there. Whether it was punching or kicking, the unborn child had brought the mother back to her senses. Yang Mingxue bit her cherry lips lightly, gently stroking them with her palm, and sobbed to herself, "This child... what will become of him?"
After confirming that Yang Mingxue was pregnant, Tang An returned to Ruyu Peak with her without any scruples. He didn't even need to use any sleeping pills, and on the first night, he barged into her room to make love.
"Are you out of your mind?" "This is Ruyu Peak! If you dare touch me again, I'll kill you!" Yang Mingxue gritted her teeth and uttered these harsh words, yet she hesitated to avoid Tang An's devilish hands reaching for her chest, letting him fondle her at will, kneading her until beads of sweat dripped
down her face. Tang An laughed, "That's right, now that your martial arts are as good as ever, you'll definitely have more energy. Oh dear, don't get too carried away! If you kill my belly, the child won't have a father after it's born."
Yang Mingxue's face turned red with anger, almost wanting to kill him with a single blow. But she couldn't bring herself to do it. After all, Tang An's death wouldn't matter much, but her junior sister Yanlan would surely be heartbroken. Even if the child in her womb was an illegitimate child, it was still her own flesh and blood. Killing Tang An would mean the child would be without a father, and thinking of this, Yang Mingxue simply couldn't bring
herself to do it. And Tang An had seen through this. With Yang Mingxue's personality, she would never abort the child; if the child lived, she would absolutely not have the heart to report back to him. Hatred; of course, controlling Yang Mingxue became an easy matter for him. If Yang Mingxue were merely a lone female knight-errant, she could hide her identity and have her child in secret. But given the status of the master of Ruyu Peak, if news of Yang Mingxue's pregnancy were to spread, Ruyu Peak's reputation would be instantly ruined. Relying on the protective charm from her womb, Tang An easily forced himself on Yang Mingxue again that night. Watching her desperately covering her mouth, desperately trying to prevent her moans from escaping the room, he was thoroughly... This excited Tang An so much that he ejaculated five times…
Afterwards, the boudoir of the mistress of Ruyu Peak became their secret chamber for intercourse, until Yang Mingxue began experiencing morning sickness and had to feign seclusion, moving to a small courtyard halfway up Ruyu Peak to avoid being seen. Tang An, therefore, became even more unrestrained, turning the residence of the previous mistresses of Ruyu Peak, where they had cultivated themselves and practiced martial arts, into a paradise of unbridled lust. Yang Mingxue's futile resistance only fueled his interest, sometimes leading to almost all-night battles,
to the point that even the highly skilled Yang Mingxue fainted. Several months later, Tang An married Yan Lan and moved to Hangzhou, the place where they had met. Yang Mingxue, however, did not find freedom; instead, she suffered even greater misfortune.
Several days after Tang An left the mountain, "Young Master Chun" Mu Zangchun appeared like a ghost in her secluded courtyard. Yang Mingxue couldn't bear to kill Tang An, but she hated Mu Zangchun to the core and immediately drew her sword. Mu Zangchun, however, remained calm and collected. Taking advantage of Yang Mingxue's pregnancy and inability to use her true strength, he easily disarmed her and sealed her acupoints.
"What do you want?" Yang Mingxue, weak and reclining on the bed, still glared fiercely at Mu Zangchun, refusing to show any weakness. Mu Zangchun chuckled, "What a tough woman! Why didn't you dare say a word to that brat Tang An? It seems he planted his seed in you first; it was indeed a clever move!" "He patted Yang Mingxue's slightly protruding belly, his smile turning extremely sinister: "But using his child to refine the 'Innate Lustful Embryo' is better than using your own. If something goes wrong, you won't feel bad." Yang Mingxue was startled and angrily said: "You...you can forget about it!" "
The Outer Heaven is a gathering place for unorthodox Taoist sects, regarded as a demonic cult by the righteous martial arts world. In recent years, its power has grown, and its actions have become extremely arrogant. Its masters, with their unpredictable and sinister arts, have defiled countless famous women and heroes. Among them is a group of demons skilled in bedroom arts, who frequently abduct beautiful women and subject them to all sorts of unimaginable acts of cruelty and debauchery. Even worse, some can use evil magic to transform pure and innocent girls into 'lustful fetuses,' turning them into playthings for men's lust.
Li Ningzhen, the daughter of the abbot of the Taixia Temple on Mount Heng, is an example known to Yang Mingxue. She was a friend Yang Mingxue made early in her martial arts career. Not long ago, she visited Ruyu Peak and unexpectedly discovered Yang Mingxue's plight. Determined to save her, she was captured by Tang An and Mu Zangchun, not only gang-raped but also given an evil drug by Mu Zangchun, turning her into a 'postnatal lustful fetus,' her constitution and physique..." She became abnormal, almost unable to eat or sleep, surviving solely on the pleasure of intercourse and male semen. Li Ningzhen's whereabouts were currently unknown, but Yang Mingxue understood that wherever she was, she would suffer the same tragic fate of being raped and unable to escape her desires.
Acquired lust was one thing, but innate lust was another. The innate lust was completely different from acquired lust, something Yang Mingxue didn't fully understand. The only certainty was its severity, perhaps even greater than what Li Ningzhen had suffered.
However, Yang Mingxue was now powerless to resist.
Mu Zangchun clapped his hands, and two burly men entered, carrying Yang Mingxue out of the courtyard. Yang Mingxue knew he was going to abduct her back to the "Outer Heaven" branch altar. She was frantic, but still held onto a sliver of hope, thinking, "Once my junior sisters discover I'm missing, they will surely find me. Mu Zangchun has no other experts under his command; if they join forces, they might be able to defeat him."
As Yang Mingxue was thinking this, she glanced over and saw Mu Zangchun gazing at the mountain peak, a smile on his face that sent chills down her spine. Startled, Yang Mingxue whispered, "What are you laughing at? "
Mu Zangchun chuckled, "It's nothing. I was just wondering if the brothers on the mountaintop are having a good time?
The heroines of Ruyu Peak are all top-notch, but there aren't enough of them. I'm afraid they'll fight fiercely and it'll be hard to mediate!"
Thump. Thump. Yang Mingxue's eyes widened, almost unable to breathe, her heart aching as if it were about to burst.
"You...you send people up the mountain—"
"That's right. Thanks to that brat Tang An, we've thoroughly investigated the arrangements on Ruyu Peak." Mu Zangchun grinned maliciously, saying, "But don't worry, I won't kill your junior sisters. I guarantee they'll all be safe and sound, as comfortable as can be..."
"You—Mu Zangchun!"
Yang Mingxue gritted her teeth, shouting angrily, her heart filled with boundless fear. Her beloved junior sisters were now in grave danger, attacked by the "Outer Heaven," and she, as the master of Ruyu Peak, was powerless to turn the tide...
and then, she saw the ending.
Yang Mingxue was taken to the mountaintop, only to find ruins everywhere. Houses and buildings were completely destroyed; broken swords littered the familiar training grounds; the former boudoirs of her junior sisters were now only ruins of tattered dresses. The only thing unchanged was the untouched spring in the back mountain—the scenery was indeed the same, but the spring was filled with naked figures.
It was a lewd and obscene prison of lust. Second Junior Sister Fang Yingyue wept, clinging to a strange, burly man, her slender waist swaying like a snake, her demeanor frenzied; Third Junior Sister Ye Yunxiu lay prostrate on the rocky edge of the spring, letting a man thrust into her anus from behind; Fourth Junior Sister Qin Yan, sandwiched between two men, groaned with furrowed brows, seemingly unable to bear the thrusting of two enormous objects, her small breasts rubbing against the lecherous man before her; Fifth Junior Sister Xiao Shao was not present, but her delicate voice drifted from the bushes by the spring, mingled with the sounds of flesh colliding and obscene laughter…
Yang Mingxue wept bitterly, but it was too late to save them. She herself was also pulled aside by Mu Zangchun, and another lewd act began.
Ruyu Peak was now utterly destroyed. After this night, there were no more virgins left in Ruyu Peak's ranks. Whether her newlywed junior sister would hear this devastating news, Yang Mingxue had no way of knowing. In any case, even if Yanlan found out, Tang An would definitely cover it up perfectly, preventing her from discovering the truth behind it all...
To this day, Yang Mingxue had been under house arrest in Mu Zangchun's residence for five months. Long-term use of drugs had made her unable to estimate how much of her virginity she had left. Even if Mu Zangchun allowed her to move freely, she would not be able to escape. She didn't even know which prefecture or county she was in. For nearly half a year, apart from being fed various exotic drugs by Mu Zangchun and satisfying his occasional desires, her life had been extremely monotonous, with most of her days spent in this room.
Although she had become a prisoner of the Outer Heaven, she had not suffered much physical humiliation, and it was even easier than when Tang An controlled her. The only thing that tormented her was the regret and guilt she felt towards her junior sisters, and the unknown fate of the child in her womb.
Thus, the recurring nightmares were an invisible shackle, and tonight was no exception.
Footsteps sounded outside the corridor, approaching the room. Yang Mingxue thought, "It's that lecherous Mu Zangchun again!" Just as she felt a surge of disgust, she suddenly sensed something was wrong and became suspicious: "Wait, this person's footsteps are heavier, their martial arts are inferior to Mu Zangchun's… I haven't heard such footsteps since I arrived. Who is this?" She immediately sat up, lifted the curtain, and listened intently.
The
answer was soon revealed. The newcomer pushed open the door, his gaze immediately landing on Yang Mingxue's face, and smiled, "Sister Yang, long time no see!"
"Tang An…" Yang Mingxue was slightly taken aback, hostility reappearing in her eyes, and her body suddenly tensed. Tang An stepped into the room and laughed, "It seems Brother Mu hasn't been keeping you in check. Half a year has passed, and you don't seem to have become any more obedient.
So you haven't forgotten your responsibilities as the master of Ruyu Peak?" Yang Mingxue's expression shifted, she bit her lip and glared at him fiercely, her hatred intensifying, yet tinged with a hint of fear.
"What are you doing here, abandoning Alan? You've got everything you wanted, and you're still colluding with Huawai Cave Heaven?"
Yang Mingxue glared angrily, but Tang An remained nonchalant, laughing, "Good sister, don't say that. You don't know how worried Alan was about you after the incident at Ruyu Peak. She found all four senior sisters, but couldn't see you. I told her that you were recuperating at my friend's place, so there was no need to worry, but she was still uneasy..." Yang Mingxue, however, caught the crucial part and hurriedly said, "Wait! My... my junior sisters, are they all safe?"
Tang An grinned wickedly, saying, "Of course they're safe. I... rescued them all. Now they're just as safe and sound as you are, and they're all being taken care of." Yang Mingxue felt a pang of pain in her heart, knowing that her junior sisters must have been coerced into becoming the playthings of a lecherous man after Yanlan confirmed that they were "safe and sound."
Tang An continued, "It's not just Alan who misses you; I miss our child too. You're almost due, so… I brought Alan to see you." He then smiled towards the door, "Alan, come in and see your senior sister's big belly!" A sweet voice immediately rang out from outside, "Okay, I… I'll come in!"
Yang Mingxue was terribly startled. She hurriedly pulled the quilt over herself, crying out, "No… Tang An, you—Alan, you can't come in…"
However, the girl who entered the room was not Yan Lan. The newcomer wore a blue Taoist robe, her figure light and graceful, like a fairy descended from heaven. It was a familiar face—Li Ningzhen, the only daughter of the abbot of Taixia Temple.
Yang Mingxue breathed a sigh of relief, but was also greatly puzzled by Li Ningzhen's appearance. She whispered, "Miss Li... why are you here?" Li Ningzhen smiled and said softly, "I came to see you, sister. Sister Mingxue, you know how much I've admired you." Yang Mingxue felt extremely uncomfortable hearing her gentle tone and didn't know how to reply for a moment.
Tang An chuckled, "Surprised? Haha, I did bring Alan, but I left her elsewhere. If she really came and saw Senior Sister pregnant..." Yang Mingxue cried out, "No, you can't!"
Tang An laughed, "It's not easy to bring her to the outer cave's branch altar. Let's get back to the point! Sister Yang, I've come to take you away today." Yang Mingxue was stunned, "Take...take me away?" Tang An said, "That's right. Brother Mu told me you're due to give birth in the next few days, so I came specifically to see our baby's birth... But do you think Mu Zangchun will let you raise the child here?" Yang Mingxue gritted her teeth, "Of course not...Just say what you want to say! You want to take the child away." "Isn't that right?"
Tang An smiled and said, "Of course. The name of Ruyu Peak hasn't disappeared from the martial arts world yet. As the master of Ruyu Peak, if you raise a child for no reason, who knows how the rumors will spread. Alan and I are already married, so it's different. We'll adopt the child and then take you out. You can come to see the child anytime, isn't that good?" Yang Mingxue hesitated, then said, "What if I don't agree?"
Tang An laughed loudly, "I'm afraid you have no room to refuse. Sister Yang, if you keep the child, it will definitely be taken by Mu Cangchun and refined into a lustful fetus. Ningzhen, take a look at her." Li Ningzhen smiled shyly and said softly, "Sister Mingxue, look!" As she spoke, she gently lifted the long skirt under her Taoist robe.
Yang Mingxue was so surprised that she couldn't speak.
Her slender legs were exquisitely beautiful, perfectly matching her pure and delicate appearance. Unusually, a fleshy, protruding object, over half a foot long, suddenly protruded from between the girl's legs. Its tip was mushroom-shaped, while the other end was deeply embedded in Li Ningzhen's tender, red vulva, fitting perfectly against the soft flesh. Judging from its appearance alone, it looked exactly like a male penis. If it weren't for the fact that the base of the object was so close to Li Ningzhen's engorged clitoris, Yang Mingxue would have almost mistaken it for a real male penis. Strangely, the object seemed to have muscular elasticity, unlike ordinary sex toys. The tip of the mushroom-shaped head even had a small slit, from which milky-white fluid dripped continuously, like a man ejaculating.
"Miss Li... what is this...?"
"Ah, isn't it fun? This is my treasure..." Li Ningzhen shyly touched the dildo between her legs, her face flushed, and she said in a trembling voice, "Ah, it's really great... Sister Mingxue, do you remember? I... I wanted to save you back then, but I got caught... And then, and then they turned me into this... Now, I, I feel so uncomfortable down there... So they put this on me, the part inside is longer than the outside, and... there are a lot of little bumps, it's hard to pull it out..."
Yang Mingxue saw her Her breathing quickened, her expression became dazed, and her suspicion grew stronger. She whispered, "Miss Li..."
Li Ningzhen gasped for breath, her eyes radiating boundless joy, and continued, "If... if I had this, I could be like a man too... Sister Mingxue, look... doesn't something leak out from the front? That's really yang essence, because I do it with a bunch of men every day, so a lot of it accumulates down there, all mixed together, I don't even know whose it is... If... if I get very excited, it will spurt out from this thing..."
At this point, Li Ningzhen suddenly stared intently at her. Yang Mingxue shuddered and said, "Don't...don't say anymore." Li Ningzhen narrowed her eyes and said softly, "Sister Mingxue, you're the one who should listen. I became like this because of you, and yet you...you won't even come to help me. You've only been with two men, I...I've been with hundreds, thousands...I don't even know. It's been more than half a year, at least ten every day..."
"Enough!" Yang Mingxue shouted angrily, "Miss Li, I...I really couldn't save you back then! But I said I couldn't escape myself either...What are you trying to do by telling me all this?"
Li Ningzhen's face darkened, but a smile of barely suppressed excitement appeared on her lips as she said with extreme gentleness, "Yes, you have to think about the child...and the master is quite gentle with you, just very wicked...
Hmm, you're really much luckier than me. So...I want to join you too." As she spoke, she untied her Taoist robe, walked naked towards Yang Mingxue, the dildo between her legs slightly erect, throbbing as it approached.
"Wait... Miss Li, you..." Yang Mingxue suddenly realized what was happening and hurriedly shrank to the corner of the bed, saying urgently, "You, you quickly put your clothes on..." Li Ningzhen laughed, "I don't want to. Sister Mingxue, you guessed it, didn't you? Yes, that's right, I also want to... rape you. Oh dear, how embarrassing... I still don't dare to say anything too crude. Anyway, I'm going to do it with you, maybe my technique is better than yours now..."
Yang Mingxue said anxiously, "Don't talk nonsense, you... you're a young lady..." In a flash, Li Ningzhen's dildo came into view, and she was speechless. Li Ningzhen opened her big, watery eyes and said softly, "Yes, I am a young lady, but I have this." Saying that, she reached out and pulled the quilt, laughing, "Sister Mingxue, here I come!"
"Ah, no..."
Yang Mingxue struggled with all her might, but Li Ningzhen was full of energy and her martial arts were as good as ever. How could she fight against her at this moment?
Li Ningzhen pulled back the covers, removed Yang Mingxue's thin, almost invisible nightgown, and turned back to laugh, "Master, look, I've stripped Mingxue naked!"
"Waaah—" Yang Mingxue was filled with shame, and seeing Tang An's mocking gaze, she felt even more humiliated.
Yang Mingxue was already strikingly beautiful, and her long-practiced martial arts had sculpted her into a shapely figure. Her breasts were full and firm, her buttocks incredibly elastic, and her snow-white body was supple yet possessed immense strength—all of which could arouse a man's desire to conquer her. This was why Tang An was willing to risk everything to have his way with her.
However, Yang Mingxue is now pregnant and about to give birth. Her once slender waist is now swollen with a round belly, and her breasts are fuller and swollen, as if they are already brimming with milk. Her nipples and the areolas around them have become darker and more intense, the color of ripe peaches, completely different from her pink and tender appearance when she was a virgin. She possesses a strange and alluring charm. If one did not see it with their own eyes, who could believe that this shy-looking, seductive pregnant woman is the famous, chaste heroine Yang Mingxue?
Li Ningzhen reached out and touched Yang Mingxue's belly, her expression unusually charming. She softly chuckled, "Sister Mingxue, is this the seed my master conceived? You're really amazing! I've been with so many men, and I've never gotten pregnant..." Yang Mingxue trembled, her face burning with shame. She stammered, "Enough... Miss Li, please don't do this. You are the daughter of Abbot Li of Taixia Temple, how can you—" Li Ningzhen pressed her finger to Yang Mingxue's lips, chuckling softly, "Taixia Temple doesn't exist anymore. Besides, aren't you also the master of Ruyu Peak?" "Are you waiting here to give birth?" Yang Mingxue was immediately embarrassed and stammered, "This, I..."
Just then, Tang An had also taken off his clothes and lay down on the bed, laughing, "Good sister, don't be shy. Ningzhen, bring her over." Li Ningzhen scolded, "Master, why are you going to beat me to it again?" Tang An laughed, "Don't say anything more, I'll make it up to you later." Li Ningzhen's eyes flickered, and with a smile, she pulled and tugged at Yang Mingxue, forcing her to straddle Tang An's waist, her heavy belly also sinking onto Tang An's abdomen.
"Ugh..." Yang Mingxue endured the penetration of the penis, moaning and trembling. Mu Cangchun had not violated her for more than a month, and with the pregnancy going on for a long time, her vulva was swollen, making it very difficult for Tang An's penis to penetrate. It seemed much tighter than before, and the friction with the vaginal walls was particularly strong, almost making her scream several times.
Tang An also sensed Yang Mingxue's intense reaction from her lower body. He slapped her thigh and laughed, "Good sister, you're as lewd as ever! Come on, let's move around a bit!"
Yang Mingxue had done this woman-on-top, candle-pouring position before, which she considered humiliating—a forced act of submission. But now, being pregnant, this position, being initiated by her, was the best way to protect the baby. She remained silent, shyly swaying her hips, skillfully manipulating her body. Her breasts, even fuller than before her pregnancy, swayed, like two ripe fruits, occasionally glistening with sweat. When Yang Mingxue bent slightly, her swaying breasts would touch her swollen belly with a soft slap.
Tang An laughed, "Spectacular, spectacular! Good sister, before, you only looked like two big breasts, but now you have three big balls! It's truly amazing!" Yang Mingxue pursed her lips in embarrassment and glared at him fiercely. Tang An raised an eyebrow and said, "Ningzhen, serve your sister Mingxue well!"
Before Yang Mingxue could understand, Li Ningzhen hugged her from behind. She softly laughed, "Sister, I'm coming!" Her voice was incredibly charming, yet filled with an indescribable joy. In response, a firm, erect penis pressed against her plump buttocks, quickly aimed at her anus.
"Wait... Miss Li, no!"
Yang Mingxue panicked, desperately trying to stop her, but Li Ningzhen's chest was pressed against her back, and her legs were against her buttocks, leaving her no room to resist. The penis was thrust into her anus. This double attack, coupled with the heavy pressure of the fetus in her womb, made Yang Mingxue feel an intense tightness in her lower body. She cried out repeatedly, "Ah, ah... no, this... this is too much... I can't take it... God!"
With a "plop," a small stream of urine gushed from between Yang Mingxue's legs, then dripped down Tang An's penis. Yang Mingxue's eyes glazed over, and the force of her hip thrusts suddenly intensified, each movement heavy, as if a strap suspending her body had snapped, causing her to lose control.
Li Ningzhen, however, continued to thrust, reaching deep into her anus, her face flushed with desire, excitedly panting, "Mingxue... Sister... You're so tight, so good, so good... Ah, I hate it, I'm about to leak... But don't worry, Sister, I'm not like those men... This thing of mine will never go soft, so I can keep shooting, keep shooting, until I've released all the semen I've stored up..." As she spoke, the tip of the sex toy violently gushed out thick semen, mixed with countless men's sperm, releasing wave after wave of semen with the rhythm of Li Ningzhen's contractions.
Yang Mingxue's mind was in complete chaos. Her lower body was a mess from being penetrated by the two men, and the intense stimulation forced out her love juices and urine, which dripped all over the bed. At this moment, she could only gasp for breath and couldn't make any other sound. Her full body exuded a rich, luscious color, her skin was covered in sweat, and her round, beautiful breasts were so swollen that they seemed about to burst. Each time they swayed, they hit her pregnant belly and made a wet, slapping sound.
Tang An breathed slightly and praised, "Good sister, I didn't expect that after half a year, you'd be even more wanton than before! To be this wanton while pregnant, I think you're the real slut!"
"Mmm—" Yang Mingxue squeezed out a shy, sticky moan, but her face was full of intoxication. Li Ningzhen gasped, "That's right, that's right, Sister Mingxue... Ahh, it's getting tighter and tighter, so annoying... I'm being penetrated... so deep..."
It turned out that the sex toy had a special structure; when the outside was squeezed, the part inserted into Li Ningzhen's body would stretch and burrow, probably stimulating Li Ningzhen even more than she had inflicted on Yang Mingxue. Tang An, also aroused by Yang Mingxue's incredibly tight vagina, gritted his teeth, reached out and grabbed her breasts hanging on her chest, kneading them hard, and said with a wicked smile, "These breasts are so swollen, why don't they squirt out some milk?"
But when he squeezed them, Yang Mingxue's body trembled violently, and with a "hiss," both nipples simultaneously shot out a stream of breast milk, hitting him squarely on the face. Yang Mingxue gasped heavily, her voice trembling, "No...don't..."
Tang An paused for a moment, licked the milk from his lips, then came to his senses and laughed loudly, "Good, that's more like it!" He squeezed her breasts roughly with both hands, forcing Yang Mingxue to moan. Although the milk no longer gushed out violently, it still flowed down her breasts in gushes, splashing a white, cloudy stain on her round belly, filling the air with its milky fragrance.
Tang An's excitement grew even higher, and without realizing it, he thrust his hips repeatedly. Seeing Yang Mingxue's wanton state, the stimulation to his penis had already exceeded its limit. Finally, with a burst of milk, he erupted, ejaculating his semen into Yang Mingxue's ten-month-pregnant body without reservation. Yang Mingxue trembled all over, but her lust had not subsided, because Li Ningzhen was still desperately expressing her admiration for Yang Mingxue, continuously pouring the stranger's semen into her anus...
Yang Mingxue was in a daze, and she didn't know how long it had been before she woke up. Lying on the bed with her was Li Ningzhen, but a small part of the sex toy was still inserted in her vagina. It seemed that her stomach had obstructed the penetration from the front, so it was just a token effort. The bed surface was covered with a large puddle of semen. Li Ningzhen was covered in sweat, and streams of semen dripped from her chest, indicating that Tang An had also indulged in a great deal of lust on her.
Li Ningzhen said softly, "Sister Mingxue, you're awake? Are you alright?" Yang Mingxue, recalling what had happened, turned her face away slightly in embarrassment and whispered, "I'm...I'm alright. Where's Tang An?"
Li Ningzhen said, "He went back to the inn first. Miss Yan stayed there to wait for news. He lied to Miss Yan, saying that you were rescued by his friend when you were attacked at Ruyu Peak, but he didn't know where you were hiding, so he searched around to see if he could find out." Yang Mingxue said, "So, this place...is not far from Ruyu Peak?" Li Ningzhen smiled bitterly, "Don't you know where this is? This is a branch of the Huawai Cave Heaven, right at the foot of Ruyu Peak. It was specifically set up to deal with you."
Yang Mingxue was silent for a moment and whispered, "The enemy..." "So close, yet I was completely unaware... It seems I deserve this fate." Li Ningzhen gently advised, "Sister, don't think like that. The Outer Heaven is so powerful and treacherous; even with utmost caution, it's difficult to guard against them. The most important thing now is to find a way to escape this place and save your child." As she spoke, her face flushed red, and she whispered, "What is this 'sexual pregnancy'? You...you saw it too. I can't take it anymore, I...I want men, and I want women. I can't stand anything except the taste of semen, so when I eat, I often...use this thing to soak men's semen in my wine and food so I can eat." Yang Mingxue's body trembled, her eyes filled with disbelief.
Li Ningzhen smiled bitterly and said, "Sister Mingxue, I don't hate you. This is my fate. I was harmed by Mu Zangchun, but this is only a 'postnatal illicit pregnancy.' I've heard that a 'congenital illicit pregnancy' is formed in the womb. I don't know the details, but... it's probably even worse than mine." Yang Mingxue said in a low voice, "I know, but I've been captured by Mu Zangchun for so long, and I've been forced to take many pills during this time. I'm afraid it's too late..." Li Ningzhen said, "No, when I came here with my master... sigh, I heard him talking to Mu Zangchun when I came with Tang An. Mu Zangchun said that this congenital illicit pregnancy..." "At the time of birth, the mother must be in... well, in a very excited state... like... like you just now. So, it's not too late until the child is born."
Yang Mingxue was slightly taken aback and said, "But I heard that childbirth is incredibly painful, how... how can you be excited?" Li Ningzhen said, "Perhaps the drugs you took have their effect, or perhaps Mu Zangchun will use some obscene methods during the birth; I can't guess. In short, we need to find a way to make Mu Zangchun miss your delivery time. You also need to be careful then, so that nothing goes wrong with your body." "Even if all this is useless, we can't hand the child over to him." Yang Mingxue's expression tightened, and she whispered, "It's my child, of course I can't hand it over to him!"
Li Ningzhen smiled and said, "That's right." She slowly stood up, pulled the dildo out of Yang Mingxue's body, wiped away the sticky substance on it, and whispered, "If it were a boy, that would be fine... I really don't want to see another girl in the world like me. Sister Mingxue, you don't want that either, do you?" Yang Mingxue said, "Of course." Li Ningzhen nodded gently and said, "In that case... I suggest you accept Tang An's suggestion."
Yang Mingxue propped herself up, angrily saying, "Wait, why? He... he wants to take my child away, clearly using him as leverage!" Li Ningzhen turned her head and said, "So what? We've already been... ruined like this by him. Rather than going along with that devil Mu Zangchun's wishes, it's better to stay with Tang An. At least he's good to Miss Yan, not to the point of..." Yang Mingxue waved her hand, angrily saying, "Absolutely not! He and Mu Zangchun are already in cahoots, isn't it the same if we hand the child over to him? I... Ah!"
Suddenly, Yang Mingxue's words were cut off, replaced by a startled groan. Li Ningzhen was taken aback, saying, "Sister Mingxue?" Yang Mingxue's lips were tightly pressed together, cold sweat beaded on her forehead, and she reached out to hold her naked belly, unable to speak for a moment. Pain. An unprecedented pain. It originated from the uterus and spread throughout her body, the fetal movements in her womb were clearly felt. All living beings in this world are born from this path, regardless of status or gender, coming to the mortal world from a single drop of blood.
"Sister Mingxue, you, you wouldn't..."
"The child... is about to be born..." Yang Mingxue gritted her teeth, her expression somewhat hazy, leaning back against the wall, panting heavily. Li Ningzhen's heart tightened, her voice trembling, "Sister, bear with it, I'll find someone—" Then, remembering her own situation, she composed herself and whispered, "I'll help you here. Sister, relax, breathe like you normally do..."
"Ah... ah ah, um."
Yang Mingxue groaned intermittently, shaking her head repeatedly. When she gasped for breath and uttered the next sentence, she herself couldn't hear it clearly: "It's okay, this feeling... ah, so comfortable..."
2001 Nights, Night 26. Tang Anzhi walked triumphantly towards the Li Riverbank, his eyes gleaming at the inn where he planned
to stay. He thought to himself, "Ningzhen is already very obedient. Plus, she hates Mu Zangchun for turning her into a lustful fetus. She'll definitely persuade Yang Mingxue to comply with my wishes. Once she gives birth, I can legitimately take her back to Hangzhou. Ningzhen can pretend she picked up the child by the roadside. If I suggest adoption, Alan is too soft-hearted and will definitely agree. This way, it's flawless, and I won't have to worry about Mu Zangchun's attitude anymore. What Huawai Dongtian plans is no longer my concern." Thinking this, Tang Anzhi felt even more at ease and quickened his pace towards the inn. From the very beginning, Tang Anzhi disliked Mu Zangchun. Tang Anzhi wasn't a member of Huawai Dongtian. He and Yanlan were in love and came to Ruyu Peak together, originally intending only to persuade her senior sisters to allow them to be together. That is, until he met Yanlan's senior sister, Yang Mingxue.

He secretly spied on her as she emerged from her bath, watching the clear water glide over her full yet firm breasts and groin; her mature and elegant figure was simply exquisite. Tang An immediately ejaculated a thick pool of semen onto her naked body, almost forgetting to clean his pants before seeing Yan Lan.
He harbored deep affection for Yan Lan, but his desire for Yang Mingxue's beautiful body was no less intense, albeit purely driven by wicked thoughts. So he sought out his senior brother's old acquaintance, Chun Gongzi, a figure that no lecherous scoundrel could be unaware of.
The two devised a scheme to make Yang Mingxue, both shy and lustful, consciously allow Tang An to have his way with her in both her front and back yards.
However, Tang An's plan took an unexpected turn. Chun Gongzi gave Yang Mingxue the "Fairy's Falling Blood Pill," an aphrodisiac that aroused her lust and made her even more wanton. After the drug wore off, she couldn't remember the events of her dazed and aroused state, allowing Tang An to return to the mountain with Yang Mingxue without her discovering that she had been raped. However, Yang Mingxue's internal energy was so refined that it significantly reduced the drug's effects. She regained consciousness while the two men were fondling her naked body, and was immediately filled with shame and rage, cursing Tang An: "Tang An, you...you're so despicable! You used such vile methods, you're worse than an animal!"
Seeing his scheme exposed, Tang An decided to go all out, caressing Yang Mingxue's smooth breasts and laughing nonchalantly: "I'm not from a respectable background anyway, just consider it as following my master's teachings!"
Afterwards, Young Master Chun further assisted him in suppressing Yang Mingxue, allowing him to rape her at will until she became pregnant...
During this time, Tang An learned that Young Master Chun was actually the leader of a branch of the "Outer Heaven" sect, named Mu Zangchun, which revealed his false identity. At the same time, he began to re-evaluate this "partner" who had cooperated with him.
"Huawai Cave Heaven is the number one evil sect in the martial arts world. With your power, why do you need me to get your hands on Lady Yang of Ruyu Peak? You could probably rape her all by yourself, couldn't you?"
Tang An probed Mu Zangchun one day. Mu Zangchun clicked his tongue a few times and smiled mysteriously, "It's not difficult to play with Yang Mingxue alone, but to get the whole Ruyu Peak, you'll have to put in some effort. I don't have time to waste my time with her all day. Since you've taken a liking to her, I'll naturally grant my wish as a friend. I'll play with all the girls on Ruyu Peak one day, and then I'll tell you which other holes are worth penetrating."
Tang An laughed, "As long as you don't touch Alan, you can go and have your way with the other girls on Ruyu Peak. I don't think any of them can beat Yang Mingxue's beauty."
He didn't expect that Mu Zangchun would actually take over Ruyu Peak later. Fang Yingyue, Ye Yunxiu, and the others, although not as stunning as Yang Mingxue, were all naturally beautiful women. The pleasure of having sex with the four heroines one by one was, needless to say, indescribable.
At that time, Tang An was living in Hangzhou with Yan Lan, while Yang Mingxue was far away in Guilin. Aside from his lovemaking with his wife, he could only secretly rape Li Ningzhen, whom he had imprisoned nearby. He couldn't help but envy Mu Zangchun. However, he didn't intend to take advantage of the four female warriors, lest Yan Lan find out and things get complicated. He only planned to use them after Mu Zangchun had subdued them to appease Yan Lan and reassure her about her senior sisters' whereabouts.
"But, what happened to Senior Sister Yang? I can't rest easy without her..."
Tang An couldn't bear his wife's pleas and, after devising a plan, took her back to Guilin. Li Ningzhen was also ordered to secretly follow. He left Yan Lan at the inn, claiming he was going to find Yang Mingxue's whereabouts, but instead went to the branch altar of Huawai Cave Heaven to have his way with Yang Mingxue, while simultaneously implementing his plan. Once Yang Mingxue gave birth, he wouldn't have to worry about Yan Lan seeing her pregnant, and could live openly in Hangzhou, able to have his way with her anytime. Wouldn't that be wonderful?
As for his cooperation with Mu Zangchun, it could come to an end. Befriending such a cult leader was not a long-term solution; after all, this man was an enemy of the righteous path, and if any of his evil deeds implicated him, the consequences would be dire.
Thinking this, Tang An stepped into the inn and went upstairs. Before he even reached his room, he heard a very familiar, seductive voice.
"Ah-ha, ah-ha, um-ha… again… come in again… ah, husband, you're bad… oh…"
Tang An froze instantly. It was Yan Lan's voice, but… he could tell she wasn't masturbating. She only called him "husband" during marital banter or when she was extremely aroused, but he wasn't in the room.
Yan Lan's soft moans continued: "Husband, husband... ah, it's coming, I'm coming..."
A flirtatious male voice quietly rang out, chuckling softly, "You're my wife, but I'm not your husband.
You little slut, I'm raping you. Look how happy you are, so wanton..." Yan Lan's voice held a hint of shyness, her soft moans: "Mmm, mmm... I hate it, husband, you're laughing at me... I won't stand it, ah... mmm, mmm!"
It was Yan Lan's sweet, cloying voice when she was lost in thought. Tang An felt his blood boil, but not from excitement. He angrily rushed to the door, about to slam it open, but suddenly withdrew his hand, bit his lip hard, and lowered his hand. Then, he gently opened the door.
Yan Lan, her clothes disheveled, lay limply on the floor, her face still flushed, as if still immersed in the afterglow of her climax, her expression both hazy and satisfied, her body trembling slightly with blissful breaths. Her exposed breasts and genitals were damp with sweat and thick white fluid, with even more semen leaking from between her red and pink lips, glistening with the nectar of her wanton body.
The window facing the door swayed slightly before stopping, and there was no one else in the room. Tang An silently squatted down and whispered, "Alan!"
Yan Lan, dazed, stretched out her arms in an extremely seductive pose and giggled sweetly, "Husband, one more time... I want more, please..."
Her unusually sweet breath was a sign that she had taken the "Fairy's Blood-Dropping Pill."
Tang An was filled with anger but had nowhere to vent it. He simply picked up Yan Lan gently, took out the handkerchief from her bosom, and wiped the fluid from her fair skin. Yan Lan still coaxed him softly, "Husband, hurry...like before, let's do it again..."
Tang An patted her shoulder gently and said softly, "Okay, okay, but it'll be a little later. I have some things to take care of first."
His other hand gripped the scabbard at his waist, making it clang, colder than ice.
Mu Zangchun quickly flicked his crane cloak, as if swept into the secret path of the stone forest beneath Ruyu Peak.
The secluded cave was secretly set up as a branch altar among the surrounding stone peaks, hidden from the light of day, and impossible to find without a guide. A year ago, even Mu Zangchun couldn't find this place—until he took over the place after capturing Yang Mingxue, the master of Ruyu Peak, and exchanged territory with the original altar master.
Recalling the taste of having drugged and raped Yan Lan, Mu Zangchun couldn't hide his smugness. There were countless people in the martial arts world who used drugs, but few were as proficient as him. Only by accurately controlling the potency of the drug could one create various miraculous effects. Bewitching, aphrodisiac, muscle-weakening, bone-corroding. Whether targeting the mind or the body, he had unique insights: the purpose of drugging was not to subdue the woman, but to preserve his own life. Even when raping a defenseless woman, feeding her a bewitching pill was a step he never omitted.
"An attack during intercourse severely damages one's vital energy! If you want to sleep with many beauties in your lifetime, you must be absolutely foolproof and never give the woman beneath you a chance to retaliate." This was what Mu Zangchun once said to Tang An, with a hint of boasting.
He had never failed in drugging. Years ago, he deliberately reduced the dosage of the "Fairy's Falling Blood Pill" so that Yang Mingxue would discover Tang An's plot. As he expected, Tang An had no choice but to rely on him to suppress Yang Mingxue, and soon he induced Tang An to become an inside agent in Ruyu Peak. The "Drunken Dream Frost" used to capture Li Ningzhen was a brilliant weapon against martial arts masters. Li Ningzhen had only taken a bath when the drug in the water rendered her weak and easily turned her into a lustful fetus. When capturing the female warriors of Ruyu Peak, the sleeping gas secretly placed throughout the peak was enough to intoxicate Yang Mingxue's four junior sisters, making their capture effortless. This time, against Yan Lan, two "Fairy's Falling Blood Pills" were used, ensuring she would remember nothing after regaining consciousness…
The only miscalculation was that Tang An returned a little too quickly. Mu Zangchun knew he hadn't been seen, but Tang An wouldn't have missed it. Even so, he remained unconcerned. After all, Tang An's martial arts were inferior to his own, and he had to maintain a virtuous facade in front of Yan Lan; he certainly wouldn't risk offending him by revealing his crimes.
Mu Zangchun grew increasingly smug, wiping his lips and grinning broadly. He thought to himself, "I've managed to seduce all six heroines of Ruyu Peak; such an achievement is probably unmatched in the sect. Now I just wait for Yang Mingxue to give birth. If I can successfully cultivate a congenital erotic fetus, after a few years, when she's grown up, it will be time for us to have sex..."
That was the darkest, most lewd secret of the "Outer Heaven." Mu Zangchun's joy grew with each thought, his face contorted with ecstasy... until he entered the secret gate of the branch altar and smelled an extremely seductive and intense fragrance.
"Not good!" Mu Zangchun's expression changed drastically. He rushed to the inner room, but the two subordinates who were supposed to guard the door were nowhere to be seen. As soon as he entered, he saw Yang Mingxue lying on the bed, her eyes glazed over. Her water had broken, and the clear water on the floor was stained with a few drops of crimson. Although she was about to give birth, her face showed a mixture of pain and pleasure, as if she were enjoying the excruciating pain from her uterus. On the other hand, Li Ningzhen, who was standing to the side, looked extremely anxious, and her face turned even paler when she saw Mu Zangchun arrive.
Seeing the two women completely naked and the bed in disarray, Mu Zangchun immediately understood: "Tang An brought this little slut here to enjoy herself, and she has no self-control, forcing the child to be born prematurely. If I hadn't rushed back in time, all these past six months of effort would have been wasted!"
Overjoyed, a sinister smile appeared on his face as he stepped forward. Li Ningzhen hurriedly blocked his way, trembling, "You...you mustn't touch Sister Mingxue..."
Mu Zangchun's eyes flashed coldly, and he sneered, "Get out of my way!" He shoved Li Ningzhen aside and reached for Yang Mingxue's genitals. Yang Mingxue's previous absurd sexual encounter had disturbed her pregnancy, causing her to go into labor several days early. The fetus had sunk to the bottom of her abdomen, and her vulva was dilating; she was close to giving birth. Unusually, Yang Mingxue's vulva was overflowing with vaginal fluid at this moment, her swollen clitoris looked like a cherry, and her stretched-open vagina seemed less like it was waiting for the birth of a child and more like it was being penetrated by an invisible giant rod. Her lewd appearance was almost unlike that of a mother about to give birth. Mu Zangchun stroked her wet genitals, seemingly quite satisfied. He chuckled in a deep voice, "As expected of the head disciple of Ruyu Peak, your physique is extraordinary. I used so many miraculous formulas to enhance your lust on you, and now the effects are all showing."
Although Yang Mingxue was suffering from both strange pleasure and pain, her mind was unusually clear. Hearing this, she could only try to move her body, gritting her teeth and cursing, "Shameless... traitor... what do you want?" Mu Zangchun laughed, "What do I want? You know what I want? Look at your lustful appearance, naturally someone needs to comfort you.
This is your last time to enjoy it! I guarantee you'll experience a truly soul-stirring, unforgettable pleasure until death."
Before his words even faded, Mu Zangchun had already unbuckled his belt and pulled out his bulging, engorged penis.
The followers of "Huawai Dongtian" were not only lewd and evil, but were also a group of inhuman madmen. Only then did Yang Mingxue fully realize this, and she cried out in horror and grief: "No! I... I'm about to give birth, you will kill my child..."
Once a pregnant woman's water has come out, she is about to give birth. Any improper handling could endanger the lives of both mother and child. How could she have intercourse with a man? Mu Zangchun, however, wore a smug expression and laughed loudly, "Ignorant woman, how could you know the immense power of our sect's secret techniques? Women always suffer greatly during childbirth, yet you don't even consider how you can be so fortunate as to find pleasure amidst suffering? This is all thanks to our sect's secret formula. I used this 'River Chariot Creation Formula' to establish a furnace and cauldron within your body, refining the placenta, which has miraculous effects on nourishing the qi and replenishing the blood of the child inside you. Now, all that's missing is this one ingredient of yang essence, and you can give birth to a strong, healthy, and lively child, and yet you blame me?"
At this moment, Yang Mingxue's lower body pain intensified, and the pleasure surged simultaneously. The magnificent phallus that came into view was particularly arousing to her lustful thoughts. She quickly turned her head away, but still glanced sideways at Mu Zangchun, and muttered, "You would treat my child so kindly? What a blatant lie!"
"I'm telling the truth. Oh, but there's one more thing I haven't said—" Mu Zangchun's expression turned icy, and he gave a chilling, sinister laugh: "This bit of yang essence I used is just a catalyst. The real 'River Chariot Creation Formula' has already been integrated into your lewd and shameless body. If a woman who has received this formula has intercourse with someone during childbirth, the yang essence will enter her body, and the medicine's effects will be fully triggered. All her yin essence will be released and given to the fetus, a process called 'Transformation of the Yuan.' If a boy is born, she will only have a long life; if a girl is born, she will receive all the essence of her mother and become a wanton and beautiful woman. The strength and weakness of her body will depend on the pleasure of intercourse, and those who are addicted to lust will never show signs of aging. However, regardless of whether a boy or a girl is born, once a woman who has refined the River Chariot Formula has undergone Transformation of the Yuan… she will undoubtedly die!"
Yang Mingxue's heart trembled, and she finally understood Mu Zangchun's vicious intentions. She didn't regret dying at the hands of a cult member, but she couldn't tolerate the fact that he wanted to raise her child for life, condemning her to a fate of being abused and violated from birth to death…
Mu Zangchun spread her legs, his penis thrusting into her pregnant vulva, the glans easily embedding itself into her wide-open orifice. Yang Mingxue screamed in terror, her abdomen suddenly contracting, as if the fetus was about to be expelled. But what rushed in from the other end was a deadly monstrous root—a sudden change occurred. A cold, sharp light flashed, and the penetrating penis slid out, a blade piercing through Mu Zangchun's crane cloak, the tip almost touching Yang Mingxue's breasts. Mu Zangchun turned around and gracefully stood beside Yang Mingxue, sneering, "Tang An, are you crazy?"
Tang An, who had stealthily infiltrated, missed his target with a single sword strike and did not pursue. He casually tore off the tattered cloak hanging from the sword, his face ashen, showing no intention of concealing his murderous intent.
"I don't need to tell you what you've done. You broke your promise first, so don't blame me for being ruthless!"
"Sigh, you brat, so easily angered? I advise you to save your temper..." Mu Zangchun smiled helplessly, casually fastening his belt. His figure suddenly appeared behind Tang An, and he sneered in a low voice, "Arrogance only leads to death!"
Facing a surprise attack from behind, Tang An had no room to maneuver. Mu Zangchun struck his right shoulder joint with a palm strike, instantly knocking the longsword out of his hand. Tang An dodged a vital point on his back in time, but still took a heavy blow. His blood surged, and he collapsed to the ground. He leaped up like a rabbit, unleashing a barrage of over ten rapid attacks, relying on his master's "Netherworld Skill" to spread layers of Yin energy. Each palm strike carried a bone-chilling cold, each aimed at killing.
Mu Zangchun calmly parried each attack, his palm force as gentle and yielding as a cocoon, without any flaws. This "Spring Silkworm Force" had even been beyond Yang Mingxue's ability to handle; a single strike from Mu Zangchun had rendered her limp and powerless. It was truly a subtle and unpredictable force.
Had Mu Zangchun's first strike not been weak, Tang An would have already been defeated. Now, in the ensuing struggle, the tide was rapidly turning in Mu Zangchun's favor. In the blink of an eye, Tang An's palm techniques were overwhelmed, and he was forced to retreat.
Although Yang Mingxue didn't know why Tang An had suddenly targeted Mu Zangchun, at this moment she only hoped the two would fight for a long time so that she could give birth to her child first, thus thwarting Mu Zangchun's plan to create a lustful fetus. The throbbing of her womb told her she didn't need to wait long, and the increasingly intense contractions finally overwhelmed the strange pleasure, almost bringing her to tears...
At this critical moment, Tang An was suddenly struck and sent flying, crashing into the corner of the room.
Mu Zangchun stepped forward, gave Tang An a contemptuous smile, seemingly too lazy to even speak, and suddenly kicked him. Tang An rolled up, barely dodging, but Mu Zangchun grabbed his throat with a claw, instantly choking him. Mu Zangchun channeled his strength into his claws, and smiled cruelly: "I won't see you off!"
With a "thud," a long sword pierced through his back and through his heart. Mu Zangchun groaned, his eyes bulging as he lowered his head in disbelief. The blood-stained sword tip appeared as several in his vision, drifting and disappearing.
Li Ningzhen trembled as she drew her longsword, her eyes filled with hatred yet unwavering. Her long-dormant Taixia Temple swordsmanship was still wielded with practiced ease; her second thrust, unlike the previous stealthy strike, pierced Mu Zangchun's body just as effectively. This time, Mu Zangchun remained silent, but suddenly vomited blood.
Tang An pried Mu Zangchun's hand away, then grabbed his throat, coldly laughing, "Why do you think I didn't retrieve the sword? You're the arrogant one, Mu Zangchun!" With a crack, Mu Zangchun's throat cartilage shattered, and he died instantly. As Tang An released him, he slowly fell to the ground. The
fatal sword strike had come from the hand of Li Ningzhen, whom he had casually pushed aside without a second thought… Ironically, Mu Zangchun himself had made the decision to refine her into a lustful fetus, without diminishing her power, and present her to Tang An as a gesture of goodwill.
Li Ningzhen gazed at Mu Zangchun's corpse, catching a glimpse of the naked girl's reflection in the pool of blood, then at the sharp blade in her hand, a hint of melancholy in her eyes. Tang An remained composed and smiled at her, saying, "Ningzhen, your sword came just in time. If you hadn't come to help me, or if you had stabbed me as well, I would have been courting death!" Li Ningzhen's eyebrows twitched slightly, and after a moment's hesitation, she replied softly, as if somewhat hurt, "No...no. Ningzhen has been using Master's sword without permission, and should be punished by Master." As she spoke, she held the sword in both hands, letting the blood flow into her palms, and obediently returned it to Tang An.
Tang An took the sword, and as he walked past Li Ningzhen, he pinched her buttocks and chuckled softly, "Alright. When you get back, you'd better practice your 'Chastity Technique' properly. I want you to work for three days and three nights straight without rest, not with me." Ignoring Li Ningzhen's trembling moans, he went straight to Yang Mingxue's bedside, looking at her complex expression, and whispered with a wicked smile, "Alright, hurry up and give birth to the child. I'm still waiting to have my way with you!"
Knowing that with Mu Zangchun's death, her child had been freed from the misfortune of being a "congenitally illicit child," Yang Mingxue found it hard to be happy. Falling into Tang An's hands was just returning to square one; her and her child's future remained uncertain... but she had no other choice. The intense pain of her vagina being stretched open left her no time to think. The pleasurable effects of the "River Chariot Creation Formula" had long since worn off. Yang Mingxue desperately endured the pain of childbirth and finally cried out...
The child was safely delivered—a baby girl. The first gift she had ever received was the lives of the entire branch of the Huawai Cave Heaven.
News of Mu Zangchun's tragic death and the destruction of the Huawai Cave Heaven spread throughout the martial world, much to the delight of the righteous heroes, but no one knew the truth behind it all. Tang An knew that the Huawai Cave Heaven was a powerful force, and if news of his killing of Mu Zangchun were to spread, it would have endless consequences. Naturally, he kept it a secret from everyone in the martial world, not even Yan Lan.
That day, Yan Lan inexplicably fell into a deep sleep, waking up the next evening. Tang An only said that she had been drugged by thieves and that he had arrived in time, without mentioning Mu Zangchun's actions, so Yan Lan remained unaware of the truth.
"Alright, alright, since it was my own oversight, let's not talk about it anymore. But Tang An..." Yan Lan changed the subject, pointing to the baby girl in swaddling clothes by the bedside, and asked, "You went to chase after the thieves, and you didn't catch them...
how come you brought back a child?" Tang An laughed, "You shouldn't ask me that, you should ask your Senior Sister Yang."
Yan Lan was overjoyed and almost jumped up from her chair, exclaiming, "You found Senior Sister Yang? Where is she? Is she safe?" Tang An said, "Don't worry, Sister Yang is fine. She's nearby now, and I was just about to take you there."
Yan Lan was naturally impatient, and the two immediately set off, soon arriving at the place Tang An had arranged for Yang Mingxue, a small hut along the Li River. Yang Mingxue and Yan Lan were reunited after a long separation, their emotions a mix of joy and sorrow. However, while Yan Lan was only happy and excited, Yang Mingxue's feelings were even more conflicted.
When her junior sister inquired about the past six months, Yang Mingxue could only follow Tang An's instructions and conceal the truth, saying she had been wounded in a battle with demons from the Outer Heaven and had to hide away to recuperate. Yan Lan, seeing Yang Mingxue's weak complexion and even her forced smile, felt deeply saddened but had no suspicion whatsoever. Little did she know that her senior sister had given birth to her husband's child the day before.
"And how did this child come to be?" Yan Lan pointed to the sleeping baby girl beside her, finally getting to the crucial point. Yang Mingxue's heart tightened, and she glanced at Tang An, only to see him curiously chime in, "Yes, Sister Yang, you haven't told us about this child's origins. Whose child is it?"
When Tang An returned to the inn to find Yan Lan, he insisted on bringing the child with him, and Yang Mingxue had been extremely anxious, fearing her secret would be revealed, but she couldn't stop him. At this moment, Yan Lan asked this question, clearly indicating that Tang An hadn't told her about the child, but deliberately had his junior sister embarrass him. Yang Mingxue felt both ashamed and anxious. Seeing the baby's sleeping face, she felt even more heartache, but still suppressed her shame and whispered, "This is... I found her by the river a couple of days ago, an abandoned baby. I couldn't just leave her there, could I? So I brought her back." Yan Lan asked in surprise, "Where? Is it nearby?" Yang Mingxue stammered for a moment, then nodded vaguely, hating Tang An in her heart, but holding back.
Yan Lan picked up the baby girl, gently playing with her little face, and sighed softly, "How could anyone bear to abandon such a lovely child in the wilderness? Her parents are too cruel." Tang An said, "Perhaps they have unspeakable difficulties, or perhaps it's an illegitimate child born from an affair, and they dare not raise her." These words stung Yang Mingxue, making her restless and even more ashamed.
Yan Lan suddenly asked, "Senior Sister Yang, what are you planning to do?"
"Me? I... I want to find the other junior sisters first, and try to rebuild the reputation of Ruyu Peak..." Yang Mingxue began, but Yan Lan gently shook her head, saying, "No, I mean this child. You can't keep her with you, can you? You are the master of Ruyu Peak, yet you're taking a child with you... people will definitely gossip." Yang Mingxue paused, knowing her junior sister was right, but still couldn't help saying, "That's alright, I... I'll raise her as a disciple of Ruyu Peak, isn't that fine?"
“There’s no need for that,” Tang An said. “Sister Yang, rebuilding Ruyu Peak will take a lot of effort. How can you spare the time to take care of a child? Why don’t Alan and I adopt her? We’re already married, so raising a child is perfectly legitimate. Alan, what do you think?” Yan Lan’s face immediately lit up with joy, and she smiled, “That’s exactly what I was thinking, but I’m afraid you won’t agree! Senior Sister Yang, what do you think?”
Yang Mingxue’s body trembled, and she pursed her lips without speaking. Yan Lan asked again, “Senior Sister?” Yang Mingxue had no way to avoid the question, so she forced a smile and said, “Alright then… Junior Sister, the child is in your care. You must take good… care of her.” There was a slight sob in her voice that was hard for others to detect.
In fact, she had no choice at all. This was Tang An’s arrangement, and she was just following it.
Yan Lan, oblivious to Yang Mingxue's strange behavior, smiled at the child in her arms, "Good child, did you hear that?
From now on, you'll be with us... Hmm, this child hasn't been named yet, has she? What should we name her...?"
Yang Mingxue looked at her daughter with immense reluctance, her heart aching more and more. It was better for the child to be cared for by her junior sister than to be left alone in Tang An's hands. Although she herself was still unable to escape her fate of being controlled and threatened, at least her daughter could grow up safely. However, the forced separation of mother and daughter still broke her heart.
Entrusting her daughter to her junior sister might be the only comfort after this series of misfortunes... Seeing the junior sister's tender expression towards her daughter, Yang Mingxue truly thought so. However, she also saw Tang An's chilling smile, which made her feel an unprecedented unease.
The long night was not over, and a nightmare still lingered before her.
Nightmare. Nightmare. Nightmare. If death was the only way to escape the incessant nightmares, Yang Mingxue could only continue to endure it.
Tang An and Yan Lan returned to Hangzhou with her child. Yang Mingxue seemed to have regained her freedom, but that wasn't the case. After more than a month of recuperation, her spirits had recovered, and she couldn't resist going to Hangzhou to visit her daughter. Although she got her wish, that night Tang An indulged his lust, ejaculating four times while holding her snow-white body. The last time was in the next room while Yan Lan was asleep, leaving Yang Mingxue feeling utterly ashamed. Afterwards, she was so weak in the waist and legs that she collapsed into Tang An's arms after only a few steps.
"Don't linger like that. If you want to be fucked again, just say so," Tang An whispered deliberately, kneading her breasts and laughing. "Why don't you stay a few more days next time you come, and I'll find a chance to fuck you all day long." Yang Mingxue was both ashamed and angry, and struggled to break free from his embrace.
If it weren't for her concern for her daughter, Yang Mingxue would never have willingly offered herself up to Tang An's humiliation... Although each time ended in utter shame, she still frequently walked into his trap, all for the sake of watching her daughter grow up. Even when Ruyu Peak was busy with its affairs, she would always come to stay for a few days every two or three months. It was
n't until her daughter turned one year old that Yang Mingxue gradually visited Hangzhou less often, partly because she felt more at ease, and partly to properly rebuild Ruyu Peak. With the loss of a jar at Huawai Cave Heaven, Yang Mingxue, who had been missing for a long time, suddenly reappeared in the martial world. Naturally, this sparked speculation, and soon rumors circulated that after Ruyu Peak was destroyed, the female warriors endured humiliation and finally turned the tables to wipe out the evil cult's branch. However, this "enduring humiliation" had a hidden meaning for the women. Although various martial arts figures still treated Yang Mingxue with great respect when they met, they often intentionally or unintentionally sized up her alluring figure, the implication of which was self-evident.
Besides Yang Mingxue, the other four junior sisters were treated the same way, naturally reminding them of their unbearable ordeal. As a result, Fang Yingyue left without saying goodbye, Qin Yan and Xiao Shao returned home, leaving only the third junior sister, Ye Yunxiu, silently behind. Although helpless, Yang Mingxue could only try her best to comfort her junior sisters. The two recalled several young disciples, all girls who had escaped the calamity during the mountain's collapse, and they continued their lives of cultivating their minds and practicing martial arts.
However, this alone was insufficient to maintain the prestige of Ruyu Peak. Yang Mingxue soon discovered the problem lay with herself: her martial arts had deteriorated.
Since being raped by Tang An, her internal energy and swordsmanship cultivation had noticeably stagnated, which was bad enough. After becoming pregnant, she feigned seclusion to indulge Tang An's lust, further worsening her martial arts. Worst of all, after being captured by Mu Zangchun, she was forced to take medicine daily, and the evil properties of the "River Chariot Creation Formula" damaged her true essence, causing profound harm. For a long time, she suffered from qi deficiency and blood turbidity. Although the effects of the medicine wore off after childbirth, the long-term consequences were endless. Now, her internal strength has been reduced by more than half, and her swordsmanship has been greatly diminished. If she were to fight, she fears she wouldn't even be able to defeat Yan Lan, who had just arrived at Ruyu Peak.
Without a master to guard it, how could Ruyu Peak, composed entirely of women, withstand the covetous eyes of a group of lecherous figures in the martial world?
Yang Mingxue understood the seriousness of this situation. Therefore, after confirming that everything within the sect was settled and that her daughter was safe and sound under Yan Lan's care, she devoted herself to rigorous training, hoping to heal her old ailments and regain her strength as soon as possible.
Internal energy cultivation is a skill that requires years of accumulated effort, not something that can be achieved overnight. Knowing her martial arts skills would be difficult to recover within a few years, Yang Mingxue was extremely cautious when traveling the martial world, avoiding any rash exchanges to prevent revealing her decline and attracting the attention of villains. In contrast, her junior sister Ye Yunxiu's martial arts were remarkably impressive. Yang Mingxue highly valued this last surviving member of the sect and personally instructed her in the essence of their unique techniques. Within two or three years, Ye Yunxiu's skills had become comparable to her former senior sister. The cult members who had gang-raped the women of Ruyu Peak had all perished during Tang An's massacre, leaving no one in the martial world to spread rumors about Ye Yunxiu. Thus, this young heroine rose to prominence and became the pillar of Ruyu Peak's reputation.
Yang Mingxue, concerned for the overall situation of Ruyu Peak, was unconcerned about Ye Yunxiu's growing prowess and even welcomed it, entrusting all affairs of Ruyu Peak to her junior sister. Others assumed Yang Mingxue was urging her junior sister to grow up quickly because of the great calamity the sect had suffered, but they didn't know she had other reasons. If Ye Yunxiu wasn't familiar with sect affairs soon, who would manage the affairs of Ruyu Peak while she went to visit her daughter and please Tang An?
Ye Yunxiu did not disappoint her senior sister's expectations. This gentle and reserved girl was far stronger than Yang Mingxue had imagined. Her calm, serene eyes showed no trace of gloom; the days of imprisonment and torment in the Outer Heaven seemed like a mere illusion. Her swordsmanship and reputation quickly earned her respect in the martial world, just like Yang Mingxue had been. The number of disciples under Ruyu Peak increased daily, and Yang and Ye were busy teaching them foundational skills. Unbeknownst to them, Ruyu Peak gradually returned to its former glory. Spring came and autumn went, flowers bloomed and faded, the unbearable years gradually faded, and the swords of the Ruyu Peak heroines slowly regained their brilliance, radiating light.
In the blink of an eye, another seven years passed. As dawn broke, the thatched gate on Ruyu Peak opened slightly, and a pair of quiet steps stepped out of the small hut. Her long robe, white as snow in the dim light, revealed Yang Mingxue, who had left the mountain alone.
Her daughter should be ten years old by now. During the seven years she had been busy rebuilding her sect's reputation, Yang Mingxue had completely lost contact with Tang An and Yan Lan, and knew nothing about her daughter's situation. Although she had escaped Tang An's humiliation, she had also lost the opportunity to care for her daughter. Whenever she missed her, Yang Mingxue felt immense guilt… Now, Ye Yunxiu was the leading female martial artist in Jiangnan, her reputation surpassing even her own in her youth; her disciples, after years of training, were gradually showing their talent. All of this gave her the peace of mind to leave the mountain.
Her purpose in this journey was to bring her daughter back to Ruyu Peak. Yan Lan herself was a disciple of Ruyu Peak and should not object to her adopted daughter returning to the sect to learn martial arts. The only obstacle was Tang An—Yang Mingxue bit her cherry lips, her body unconsciously heating up, and quickened her pace as she ran down the mountain.
Tang An was, after all, the child's father, and he was also in a relationship with Yan Lan; she simply couldn't bring herself to kill him. Over the years, she had come to terms with things, knowing she absolutely couldn't bring herself to take Tang An's life. This time, she'd let him take advantage of her one more time, but she was determined to bring her daughter back. Once back at Ruyu Peak, no matter how cunning Tang An was, he wouldn't be able to harm her and her daughter again. What she relied on was her martial arts skills honed over many years… though not yet fully recovered.
In the past ten years, she had diligently practiced, and her swordsmanship was far more refined than before, but her bones and meridians had been severely damaged, and her internal energy was difficult to fully recover. Now, she excelled externally but internally; although she wasn't good at prolonged combat, and her fist and palm power was much weaker than before, she could still wield superb swordsmanship. Dealing with internal martial arts masters would be difficult, but she figured Tang An, having indulged in lust for so long, had no reason to have refined his internal energy. As long as she could force Tang An to stop his reckless advance, rescuing her daughter wouldn't be difficult.
However, there were unexpected dangers along the way, far beyond Yang Mingxue's expectations. The biggest problem was that she was traveling alone. Countless scoundrels had taken liberties with her along the way, a fact that Yang Mingxue found utterly unbelievable.
Ten years of relentless training hadn't restored her internal martial arts skills, but it had maintained her perfectly toned figure, her waist and legs smooth and supple. Even through her dress, her stunningly beautiful young woman's charm was undeniable—the most alluring time of her life, how could she not attract attention? Even walking the bustling streets, Yang Mingxue could feel the gazes swirling around her from the crowds, and people would occasionally brush against her dress, intentionally or unintentionally. Yang Mingxue wouldn't have missed such blatant lust even if she had lost all her martial arts skills. Although she could silently avoid them, she couldn't stop the gazes from lingering on her, causing her immense distress.
In restaurants and teahouses, even more men approached her under various pretexts, including many from the martial arts world. Among them were many men who spoke ambiguously. Even when she checked into the inn, a local ruffian, taking advantage of his
numbers, sneered at her, "Young lady, aren't you lonely staying at the inn alone? Why don't you save some money and stay with us brothers? You'll have plenty to do at night, won't you?" After slapping out the teeth of a group of scoundrels with a few slaps, Yang Mingxue followed the waiter to her room, put down her bundle, and felt sleepy. The waiter, having witnessed her ability to slap people, was intimidated and treated her with utmost respect. Before leaving the room, however, Yang Mingxue noticed his furtive glance at her chest. Feeling annoyed, she thought to herself, "It's been years since I've traveled alone, and the world has changed so much! Why are all the men so lecherous?"
That night, she slept fitfully and restlessly. Around midnight, Yang Mingxue suddenly felt a tingling sensation in her chest. When she awoke, everything was black, as if a black cloth had been drawn over her eyes. Abruptly waking, Yang Mingxue felt her clothes being ripped open. Someone was straddling her, their rough hands furtively kneading her exposed, round breasts. She could even hear their rapid breathing.
Filled with shame and anger, Yang Mingxue had just managed to shout, "Who's there!" and was about to strike when suddenly
the bed shook violently. She couldn't lift her hands; they were bound to the foot of the bed with ropes, all four limbs tied together.
The man who had sneaked into the room seemed startled and quickly jumped off the bed, pinching Yang Mingxue's thigh before leaving. When Yang Mingxue finally managed to free herself from the ropes and remove the blindfold, the room was empty. Touching her chest, she saw a patch of thick semen hanging from her ample vulva, some also staining her neck and chin. She could imagine the man's face as he used her soft breasts to manipulate his penis, ejaculating with pleasure. By the time Yang Mingxue awoke, he was already savoring the afterglow.
Enraged, Yang Mingxue pulled out a handkerchief and, suppressing her nausea, wiped the stains from her body. She grabbed her sword and searched the inn's interior and exterior, but found no one else awake. With no way to investigate, Yang Mingxue could only retreat to her room, thinking that someone had sneaked into her room and taken liberties with her, yet she hadn't even seen the perpetrator's face. She also thought about how the person had blindfolded and bound her clumsily, and then even fled in a panic—clearly not a seasoned lecher, and perhaps even lacking martial arts skills. She, the mistress of Ruyu Peak, had been defiled by such an unknown astray; it was a humiliating disgrace. The more she thought about it, the angrier she became. But remembering that she hadn't noticed the attack in her sleep, she couldn't help but feel a chill: "I didn't expect my internal energy to be so damaged, and my senses so much less sharp than before. How could I not have noticed someone pouncing on me?" She thought that this time it was just a matter of someone touching her breasts; what if the person had entered the room with the intention of raping her? Wouldn't she have lost her virginity again?
That night, Yang Mingxue dared not sleep again, sitting upright in her room practicing her internal energy until dawn. As she left the inn, she noticed the waiter from the previous day was much more docile. Although suspicious, she was too ashamed to pursue the matter, thinking, "Even if it was this man, he probably doesn't know I'm Yang Mingxue from Ruyu Peak,
so it won't damage our sect's reputation. Considering he's not a member of the martial arts world, I'll let him go for now." From then on, Yang Mingxue was extremely cautious when choosing an inn, never sleeping soundly and always on guard. Despite this, men trying to take advantage of her continued to thwart her. Once, someone even broke into her room, but this time she forced them out with her sword. Yang Mingxue was utterly annoyed, unable to understand why, despite no longer being a young woman, she encountered more lecherous men than when she first entered the profession. She never considered that after enduring the long-term humiliation from Tang An and Mu Zangchun, she had lost her pure and virtuous spirit, but gained an alluring charm. To outsiders, Yang Mingxue didn't seem like a skilled martial arts heroine at all; she was more like a beautiful young woman lonely in her boudoir, someone anyone could easily take advantage of. Naturally, lecherous men rushed to her side, hoping to molest her.
After many setbacks along the way, it was over a month later when she arrived in Hangzhou, in late spring. Yang Mingxue found Tang An's former residence, but a hunched old woman answered the door. When asked about the Tang family's whereabouts, the old woman pointed to the next street and said, "You must be asking about Master Tang's residence. Turn at this street corner; the one with the tallest gate is it."
Yang Mingxue thanked the old woman and followed her directions, crossing the street. The Tang residence she saw was a grand mansion with high eaves and thick walls. The black lacquered gate with copper rings was tightly closed, and even without seeing the main hall, its opulent grandeur was undeniable. Yang Mingxue was stunned, not expecting Tang An to build such a large and secluded mansion, before finally taking a step closer. Before she could even knock, the two large doors slowly opened, and one of the maids in green rushed out, whispering, "Master has ordered us to welcome Miss Yang. He will be back soon, so please wait in the hall."
Upon seeing this entourage, Yang Mingxue almost thought she had come to the wrong house. However, since the maid addressed her as "Miss Yang," she was clearly acting on Tang An's orders, so there was no mistake. She entered calmly, listening to the door creak shut behind her, thinking to herself, "I haven't been to Hangzhou for seven years. How did Tang An expect me to come at this time? It seems that even though he hasn't bothered me all these years, he hasn't let me off the hook. He's probably been keeping an eye on me all along. I'd better be careful now."
Yang Mingxue arrived in the hall, where a servant immediately served tea. The tea was emerald green, with a fragrant aroma—the finest Lion Peak Longjing tea. Yang Mingxue did not raise her cup, but asked the servant, "Is your mistress here? I came here to see her, but it's alright if I don't see you... Master."
"Madam went boating on the lake with Layman Tang, and Miss is not here either. If you don't want to wait any longer, why don't you come to my place for a chat?"
The speaker's voice was clear and tender, like a young girl's, but it was a voice that Yang Mingxue knew very well. Yang Mingxue turned her head in surprise and exclaimed, "Miss Li... Miss Li!" The person
who came out from behind the screen was Li Ningzhen, dressed in Taoist robes. Her hair was adorned with a jade hairpin, and her attire of a green robe and black shoes was just as it had been in the past. Her delicate face was still as youthful as ever, her figure was slender, and her steps were light, as if she were still that beautiful girl of seventeen or eighteen.
She waved her sleeve to dismiss those around her, her gaze turning back with a bitter smile, and said softly, "Sister Mingxue, it's been seven years! No, it must have been ten years since you last saw me, right?"
Yang Mingxue nodded unconsciously, recalling that in the first three years after her daughter's birth, she indeed hadn't seen Li Ningzhen at the old Tang family home. At the time, she hadn't thought much of it, after all, to Yanlan, Tang An and Li Ningzhen were completely unrelated; this current situation was rather strange. “Miss Li, why… are you here?”
Li Ningzhen smiled helplessly and said in a low voice, “My master told me to come out, so I came out. Now I am a tutor hired by the Tang family, responsible for supervising the young lady’s daily studies and teaching the master the ways of alchemy and health preservation.” Yang Mingxue was speechless for a long time before saying, “Then, my junior sister Yan… did Alan let you stay here?” Li Ningzhen smiled and said, “She is very good to me. Your junior sister feels that I was driven away by her husband on Ruyu Peak back then, and left without saying goodbye. I didn’t get help from you to deal with Huawai Cave, which led to the destruction of Taixia Temple. She has been very concerned about it ever since. Now when I call her Sister Lan, she calls me Sister Li. It would be strange if others saw it!”
Although Yang Mingxue had not yet met her junior sister, she imagined that she must already be a young woman. Li Ningzhen was only one year older than Yan Lan, so how could she look so young? This really puzzled her. She guessed that it couldn’t be the effect of the internal energy of the Taoist sect. Li Ningzhen said softly, "Let's go inside and talk slowly. While the master is away, you can ask as many questions as you like." Yang Mingxue nodded in agreement and followed her inside.
The Tang mansion was spacious and deep. The two women walked through several corridors and arrived at a small pavilion in the west wing, which was Li Ningzhen's usual residence. Yang Mingxue followed her into the pavilion and immediately smelled a fragrant incense. A whisk and a sword hung on the wall, and curtains and bed curtains were set up nearby, creating a rather ethereal atmosphere, truly reminiscent of a Taoist sect. Li Ningzhen was treated so well even while staying here, which showed that Tang An's family fortune was indeed not what it used to be.
Li Ningzhen sat down on the edge of the bed and beckoned with a smile, "Sister Mingxue, sit here." Yang Mingxue hesitated slightly, then sat down beside her and said, "Even your room is furnished like this, where did Tang An get such wealth?"
Li Ningzhen smiled and said, "While you were busy teaching at Ruyu Peak, he started a pawnshop. He has several in Hangzhou." Yang Mingxue said, "Even opening a pawnshop requires capital." Li Ningzhen was silent for a moment, then said softly, "He killed his senior brother." "Jiang Zixiang was never a good person, you know that...
The master seized his private property, so he had capital. This garden was bought by him and a down-on-his-luck landlord." "
Jiang Zixiang was the lecherous thief who tried to assault Yanlan back then, but Tang An fought back with his life. Although he was infamous, his martial arts skills were extremely high. Yang Mingxue had once thought of eliminating this villain, but she was not confident of victory." Hearing that he had already been executed, Yang Mingxue was startled and said, "Tang An's martial arts have improved so much that he could kill him?" Li Ningzhen shook her head and whispered, "No. He took me there, pretending to apologize to his senior brother and forgive him. Jiang Zixiang didn't know I was... a prostitute... When he came with me, he wasn't paying attention... and the master succeeded. However, I was the one who struck him first."
Yang Mingxue frowned, feeling quite uneasy. If what Li Ningzhen said was true, Tang An's martial arts progress over the past seven years might not have been remarkable, but his ruthlessness was far greater than before. He killed his senior brother not only for money but also to resolve a long-standing worry. However, what worried her even more was Li Ningzhen herself.
"You listen to him quite a bit, don't you?"
"Yes." Li Ningzhen didn't deny it, and said softly, "Sister Mingxue, I'm not like you. You were able to revive our sect, but I can't. My body... I don't need to tell you anymore, do I? Look, haven't I changed much since ten years ago?
It's because I've become a virgin. If I have sex with men every day, I might never age until I die, and I'll be used by men forever. In short... there's no cure. So I have no choice but to obey, because it was my master who defiled me, and if he's willing to have sex with me, it's worth more than several other men..."
"Enough." Yang Mingxue couldn't bear to listen anymore and interrupted her directly: "I came here today for only one thing, which is to take my daughter back. We can talk about other things later. Zhen'er... how is she?"
She hadn't called her daughter's name in a long time. Now, speaking softly, her voice trembled slightly, yet couldn't hide her concern. Li Ningzhen smiled slightly and said, "You mean our young lady, right? Lan-mei loves her very much, she probably won't let you take her away. Especially since Lan-mei hasn't been able to conceive since her miscarriage, she's been even more protective of you, young lady..."
Yang Mingxue exclaimed in surprise, "Miscarriage? Lan-mei... when did that happen?" Li Ningzhen said, "You don't know? Ah, she probably didn't mention it. It happened when Zhen'er was five or six months old. From the time she realized she was pregnant to the miscarriage, it was only a short ten days. You weren't here then, so I only found out afterward. At that time, the master was very gloomy, and Lan-mei was also very heartbroken. After that, she treated you almost like her own daughter, even closer than before."
Hearing that her junior sister had unfortunately miscarried, Yang Mingxue was naturally saddened, but also even more worried: Given this, would Yan Lan still agree to let her daughter return to Ruyu Peak with her? If Yan Lan couldn't bear to be separated from her daughter, would she have the heart to forcibly take her away? No, even whether her daughter wanted to go with her was still a question; worrying about Yan Lan's thoughts was premature.
Since the situation was more complicated than expected, it was time to consider the simplest solution. Yang Mingxue resolutely stood up and said, "I have to go." Li Ningzhen asked curiously, "Eh, aren't you waiting for the master and the others to return?" Yang Mingxue shook her head and said, "If I wait for Tang An to return, I'm afraid I won't be able to leave. Are they touring West Lake? I'll go directly to them and take Zhen'er away on the spot."
"I won't allow it,"
Li Ningzhen gently stopped her, causing Yang Mingxue to turn around in surprise. Li Ningzhen slowly stood up, her delicate hands gently resting on Yang Mingxue's shoulders. She said softly with a smile, "Sister Mingxue, have you forgotten? Tang An is my master.
He wants me to keep you here, so I can't let you leave." Yang Mingxue looked at her seriously and said softly, "I never intended to fight you." Li Ningzhen still smiled easily and said, "It's best not to fight. I don't want to hurt you either. Good sister, please don't act rashly. You... are no match for me now."
Yang Mingxue gently pushed her hands away and whispered, "That's hard to say." As soon as she finished speaking, she placed her hand on the hilt of her sword, poised to strike. Although her internal energy was currently limited, her swordsmanship alone was enough to unleash a fierce attack that Li Ningzhen had to dodge in the blink of an eye, ensuring she wouldn't be trapped. However, when she tried to clench her fist, she immediately realized something was wrong. This had nothing to do with the level of internal strength; it was purely an abnormality in the muscles, bones, and skin. Although her fingers could grip the hilt of the sword, she couldn't muster the swiftness and power to draw it and strike. At most, she could only slowly drag the blade out of its sheath, let alone use it to subdue an enemy. This wasn't weakness, but rather "stagnation," a symptom of imbalanced internal energy and disordered blood circulation.
Yang Mingxue glanced at the fragrant bronze beast on the wooden table, and her gaze back at Li Ningzhen was particularly frightening. Li Ningzhen said softly, "Sister Mingxue, I don't want to hurt you, so I had to borrow some sleeping incense from the master. You must want the antidote, right? Unfortunately, I've already taken all the ones the master gave me, so there's nothing left. This 'Evening Remnant Fragrance' specifically steals a woman's strength, and its effects will dissipate after three days. Until then, you'd better stay here obediently..."
With a "whoosh," Yang Mingxue unsheathed her sword with her left hand and flicked her right sleeve, suddenly throwing the sword. Although the tip of the sword wasn't aimed at Li Ningzhen's vital points, its fierce momentum already made her breath catch in her throat. Li Ningzhen quickly rolled up her sleeves, effortlessly deflecting the incoming sword strike. She deftly grasped the sword in her hand, while Yang Mingxue seized the opportunity to dart towards the door. Li Ningzhen casually discarded her sword, flashing to block the doorway, and laughed, "You can't escape!" Yang Mingxue suddenly raised her palm, unleashing the "Star River Palm," a
signature move of Yufeng, flowing like a waterfall, relentlessly. Li Ningzhen easily parried, but then unleashed the "Crimson Cloud True Fire," a direct descendant of the Taixia Temple. With her inner strength, she dismantled Yang Mingxue's attack on the seventh move, immediately forcing her back into the room.
Yang Mingxue, panting heavily, knew she was no match for Li Ningzhen in a contest of internal strength. Having already exchanged several blows, her blood and qi were surging, and the intoxicating fragrance had spread throughout her body. Unable to resist any longer, she gritted her teeth and said, "Miss Li, can't you help me this time?" Li Ningzhen said softly, "No. When I was turned into a lustful fetus, who helped me? I remember asking you that, and you said, 'I can't even save myself, how can I save you?' You haven't forgotten, have you?"
Yang Mingxue was stunned, unable to answer for a moment. A smile appeared on Li Ningzhen's face, a smile that hid an emotion that terrified her: "So, I won't save you either. Sister Mingxue, you... can't escape."
"Father, Mother, I want a little sister too..."
Throughout the day's sightseeing on West Lake, a spoiled, pleading voice echoed from the pleasure boat. The young woman in palace attire, leaning against the boat railing, tried to soothe her beloved daughter, but to no avail. Helpless, she smiled and said to the side, "Husband, I'm at my wit's end! Go and find a little girl to be her sister."
"You'll let me go? Then I'll go. I think that little girl on that boat is quite pretty, how about her?"
The woman followed his gaze and saw a beautiful young woman sitting at the bow of the boat not far away. She was slender and charming, but several years older than the restless little girl in her arms. She couldn't help but give her husband a playful tap, scolding, "If you dare to do anything reckless, you won't be allowed in the room tonight! Who asked you to find a grown woman?"
The teasing between her parents couldn't distract the little girl; she still wanted a sister. Since she was old enough to understand, she had never had a playmate of the same age in the Tang family courtyard. Although her parents doted on her and her tutor, the Taoist priest Li, was kind and gentle, the little girl couldn't sleep at night, her large room feeling strangely lonely.
She learned from "Taoist Priest Li" that her mother had suffered a miscarriage. Though her young mind didn't fully grasp the details, she knew she once had a younger brother or sister who had tragically never been born. People said her father, Tang An, was a wealthy merchant from Suzhou and Hangzhou; her mother, Yan Lan, came from a prestigious family and was highly skilled in martial arts; even the Taoist priest Li Ningzhen, whom they had hired, was like a fairy. Their family background was extraordinary. But why couldn't she have a sister?
She had asked her mother before if she could have a sister. At that time, Yan Lan smiled and said, "Why don't you want a brother, only a sister?" The little girl innocently replied, "If I had a brother, he wouldn't be able to wear my clothes, how pitiful that would be!" She probably thought girls' clothes were more beautiful than boys'. Yanlan smiled and shook her head, saying softly, "Having a good child like you makes me content! It seems there's a reason why Heaven wouldn't grant me another child."
At that time, the little girl hadn't yet grasped the regret in her mother's words.
That day, she accompanied her parents to West Lake and saw many children of similar age. Her desire for a younger sister resurfaced, and she couldn't help but start fussing. Eventually, the fuss turned into a playful argument between her parents. Knowing that further nagging was futile, and feeling disappointed, she suddenly heard her father say in a low voice, "Our young lady wants a younger sister, so as her parents, we can only do our best." Yanlan spat, pushing away his arms that were around her, and said sternly, "How can you be so shameless in front of a child… Hey, I'm telling you, you can't…"
In that instant, the atmosphere between her parents made the little girl feel very uncomfortable. She watched as her father reached under her mother's red silk blouse, seemingly touching something on her body. Her mother's face flushed red, her hazy eyes unreadable, as she uttered a soft, coquettish complaint: "You...you should stop! In broad daylight...ah, you're still doing this...um, um...wait, let's...let's go inside first...Zhen'er, go play outside...no, you can't come in, you know? Ah, ah...
husband, slow down...ah ah..."
Then her parents slipped into the cabin. Zhen'er stared blankly as the bamboo curtain outside the cabin closed, bewildered, but she heard her mother's sweet voice and a series of slightly sticky, crackling sounds coming from inside. Zhen'er secretly crept forward, peeking through the gap in the curtain.
The mother's skirt was all lifted up to her waist, her plump legs wrapped around the father's waist, and she was groaning with her head down, her disheveled hair making her back look exceptionally delicate; the father, on the other hand, had taken off his outer robe, and his lower body, which was slightly pulled down, was tightly intertwined with the young woman's body, and he began a series of fierce thrusts. Even Zhen'er, who knew nothing about love between men and women, could feel the invasion in it and was dumbfounded.
Unwittingly, Zhen'er noticed her legs were pressed tightly together, and a tingling sensation spread beneath her crepe skirt. She couldn't help but rub the small mound between her legs through the skirt, feeling a sensation similar to needing to urinate, yet not quite. Suddenly, her father in the cabin looked up, his eyes fixed on the cabin door. The daylight was bright, and the curtain couldn't conceal the shadow pressed against the outside; Zhen'er was caught red-handed and quickly ran away, only to hear her mother scream from inside the cabin, her voice suddenly becoming muffled, as if stimulated in a sensitive area.
Zhen'er dared not peek any longer, quietly jumping ashore and finding a patch of grass to relieve herself, but after squatting for a while, she couldn't urinate. She reached down and touched something, feeling a wetness, utterly confused, not knowing what was happening.
The first time she had secretly seen her parents naked and intertwined was when she was seven years old. At that time, Zhen'er felt a little strange, but she had run away after seeing it and didn't think much of it. Over the past few years, she had peeked through the crack in the door several times. Although she couldn't discern anything, she always felt a strange shyness, and her body seemed to react accordingly, often feeling a soreness in her lower body. However, she dared not tell her parents
. She was unaware that her body was gradually developing; although her vulva was still small, it could faithfully reflect her body's arousal. She remembered the look in her father's eyes when he looked up and discovered her, and a sudden tension gripped her heart. She let out a soft moan, and a small, clear stream of fluid flowed from her tender vulva. Zhen'er breathed a sigh of relief, feeling unusually relaxed after urinating, yet vaguely uneasy. She didn't know that her urine contained a little bit of vaginal fluid, evidence that she was gradually able to experience the pleasures of love between men and women.
When Zhen'er returned to the pleasure boat, her parents had already finished and were looking around on the deck. Zhen'er ran forward, looked up and said, "Father, Mother, I..." Before she could finish three words, Yan Lan bent down and pinched her little face, laughing affectionately, "You little rascal, you're not allowed to peek anymore!" Zhen'er touched her pinched cheek and nodded without thinking, but said, "I won't look anymore. Mother, have you given birth to your little sister yet?"
Yan Lan blushed and pinched her other cheek, laughing, "How could it be so fast? You child!" Zhen'er held her face in her hands, her watery eyes looking like she was about to cry, and pouted, "Mother, you pinched me again... Humph, how long does it take?"
Tang An patted Zhen'er's head and laughed, "Giving birth takes ten months of pregnancy, how can it be done so quickly? It's a pity you only have one mother, if you had more, it would be faster..." Yan Lan pinched him and scolded, "You really deserve to be scolded!"
Although Tang An was just teasing her, Zhen'er felt uneasy, even the big hand on her head seemed to have some ill intentions. Perhaps it was her own guilty conscience, but she felt there was something strange about the way her father glanced at her. But she quickly realized it wasn't: that look was familiar, unchanged from before. The real difference lay in her interpretation of that look—this was the first time she had noticed the hungry desire in her father's eyes, but she didn't yet understand the dangerous undercurrent within them.
3. By the time they returned to the Tang residence, the moon was high in the west. After bathing and changing, Yan Lan was about to retire for the night when she saw Tang An dressed in a long robe. Yan Lan said, "You've been boating on the lake all day, aren't you tired? Are you still going to practice your skills?" Tang An smiled, "I still need to practice. You rest first, I'll come later." Yan Lan smiled gently and said softly, "We've already done it today, don't come again, I can't take it."
Since their marriage, every few days, Tang An would practice his skills late into the night, saying it was necessary for practicing the "Netherworld Skill" passed down by his master, sometimes even staying up all night. Yan Lan knew that Tang An's internal energy cultivation was of a heterodox style, and some of its mysterious techniques were quite common, so she didn't pay much attention and quickly got used to it. However, she didn't know that when Tang An left his room, he wasn't always sitting quietly practicing in his small room. Most of the time, he was with Li Ningzhen, enjoying the service of her delicate, tender orifices.
But this night was different. Under the hazy moonlight, Tang An walked through the secluded garden and came to a corner in the northwest. Hidden among the branches and leaves was a small house by the water, far from the main house and the side rooms—the most secluded place in the Tang mansion.
This house was built when he bought the garden, and it already looked dilapidated then. It hadn't been repaired in years, and even the Tang mansion's servants who wanted to take a nap didn't come here. Yet, it was Tang An's favorite place. Even if there was noise day and night in this house, it would be difficult to disturb the people in the mansion, allowing him to abuse Li Ningzhen without restraint until he was satisfied.
The light shining through the window had been waiting for Tang An's arrival. Tang An entered the room, and Li Ningzhen, dressed in a Taoist robe, immediately stepped forward to greet him. Her face was much more shy than usual, and she softly smiled, "Master, I've done everything you asked me to do." Tang An sneered, "Bullshit! What good are you, you slut, besides sleeping with people?" Ignoring Li Ningzhen's flushed cheeks, he went straight to the inner room door. Upon opening it, a provocative scene unfolded before him.
Inside, a young woman, adorned with jade hairpins and gold ornaments, her hair loosely styled, was dressed in a palace gown. The sheer fabric beneath the gossamer gauze revealed her shapely figure, and the embroidered gold skirt clung to her chest, outlining her full, mature silhouette. However, despite being dressed in fine clothes, she was forced into a very humiliating posture: a long rope bound her wrists together, with the other end hanging from a beam, forcing her to raise her hands high, her upper body arched, her full breasts rising high, the length just enough for her to kneel on the ground. The awkward posture, neither standing nor kneeling, forced her to support her waist and flex her hips, making her graceful curves even more taut. Sweat glistened on her exposed, snow-white arms, and her tightly pursed cherry lips suppressed soft moans…
If Tang An hadn't personally experienced her pregnant, milk-drenched body, he wouldn't have believed she had given birth. He couldn't help but chuckle, “It's been years, and you're even more beautiful than before. It's no wonder I've been thinking of you all this time.” Yang Mingxue glared at him hatefully and cursed, “Who asked you to think of me? Let me go…”
Tang An said softly, “No need to rush. You've been on Ruyu Peak for so long; you must miss your daughter terribly, right?”
He gently stroked Yang Mingxue's cheek, a wicked smile on his face. Yang Mingxue's heart tightened, and she said, “Zhen'er…Zhen'er, she…”
"She's wonderful, chubby and fair-skinned, adorable and endearing, already a little beauty." Tang An said, smiling as he stroked her face down to her neck, then quietly reached for her chest, whispering, "It's just that she keeps asking for a little sister, but Alan can't have one. Sister Yang, this matter will have to fall on your shoulders. Sisters are always better off as blood relatives, right?"
Yang Mingxue's body trembled, desperately trying to avoid the fingers caressing her breasts, her voice trembling, "You...you can forget about it!"
Tang An laughed. "What, you won't have another child for me?" Yang Mingxue said, her voice trembling with sobs, fighting back tears. "I never wanted to! It was you...it was you who forced me."
Tang An sighed, "If that's what you're saying, then I have no choice. But Sister Yang, you've misunderstood me.
Even if you were pregnant with my child again, it wouldn't be convenient for you to repeat your old tricks and go into seclusion for another year or two, would it?"
Yang Mingxue sensed the ill intent in his tone and knew there was more to his words than met the eye. She kept her lips tightly shut and remained silent. Tang An continued, "So I've already made other arrangements. You don't need to hide away with your big belly anymore. Just prepare to take care of our little pregnant woman." Yang Mingxue was stunned. "Little pregnant woman? You...you mean Alan?"
Tang An grinned maliciously. "Of course not, she's our own precious daughter. Since Zhen'er wants a little sister, why not let her give birth to one herself? Not only will her father be happy, but it will also spare her mother the pain of ten months of pregnancy, and it will also allow her to fulfill her filial duty."
Yang Mingxue's mind went blank as if struck by lightning. When she came to her senses, she saw Tang An's wicked smile and suddenly cried out in a trembling voice, "No! You...you're crazy? Zhen'er...Zhen'er is your daughter..." Tang An laughed, "It's yours too. Zhen'er is ten years old now, and she already knows how to peek at me and Yanlan doing things, so she can probably handle it. I was just about to go and see if my daughter is as lewd as her mother... Ningzhen, I'll leave Sister Yang to you to play with for now, and I'll come and deal with you two later."
Seeing Tang An turn to leave, Yang Mingxue was terrified and didn't care about her shame. She cried out with a mournful face, "Don't go! Tang An... please, come back! I'll help you have children, as many as you want... don't touch Zhen'er, please—"
Tang An turned around and looked at her, then sneered, "As expected, the mother is more lewd. Fine, I'll plant a seed for you later too. You and your daughter can both get pregnant!"
Yang Mingxue cried out in despair, struggling desperately, but her body was too weak to break free from her bonds. Li Ningzhen looked at her with a pitiful expression, her fair face flushed. Following her master's instructions, she lifted her Taoist robe and thrust the dildo between her legs towards Yang Mingxue… Tang An quietly left them behind, departing the hut, stepping into the night with a terrifying ecstasy, heading towards her daughter's boudoir. The room,
dimly lit by a small candle, reflected Zhen'er's sweetly sleeping face. Tang An decided to turn on the lamp so she could see her daughter more clearly.
Zhen'er, like her mother, had an oval face, and at this young age, she looked even more rounded and adorable, already a beauty in the making. Although her large, bright eyes were closed in her sleep, her delicate eyelashes were still quite pretty, and even her sleeping face seemed very lively.
It was a unique quality of a young girl, something that adult women could never hope for; it wasn't just innocence and purity, but rather a childlike innocence manifested outwardly. As she grows up, this temperament will transform into a different appearance—perhaps delicate and pretty, perhaps alluring, perhaps captivatingly charming… However, at this moment, Zhen'er remains innocent and pure, unlikely to attract men's attention, yet she cannot escape Tang An's eyes.
Having been her father for ten years, Tang An has long since seen Zhen'er from head to toe. However, when he notices Zhen'er becoming embarrassed by his embraces, he realizes with a start that this little girl has grown up and will blossom into a charming and alluring young woman in a few years. It is at this moment that he begins to plot against Zhen'er.
Having sex with Zhen'er is not difficult at all. Unlike Yang Mingxue and Li Ningzhen, who were highly skilled in martial arts, how could a mere ten-year-old child resist the assault of an adult man? The trouble lies in what to do afterward. Having grown accustomed to the mature bodies of Yan Lan and Li Ningzhen, Tang An gradually seeks new tricks, becoming increasingly interested in the young Zhen'er. He began to deliberately flirt with Yanlan in front of Zhen'er, stimulating her curiosity about matters between men and women, and even secretly touching Zhen'er's genitals under the guise of everyday embraces. He noticed that Zhen'er was becoming increasingly shy, and was starting to avoid him; she was afraid—this was what excited Tang An the most.
After hearing the news that Yang Mingxue was coming to Hangzhou, he thought, "This woman hasn't come for seven years. This time, she's probably coming because her martial arts have recovered, and she wants to take Zhen'er away." So he arranged for Li Ningzhen to deal with her, while he himself went on a trip with his wife and daughter. Sure enough, Yang Mingxue wasn't on guard against Li Ningzhen and was caught by him again; Tang An also decided to take this opportunity to eliminate any future troubles, to make sure that Yang Mingxue could never disobey him again. As for the method, it was to make Zhen'er his plaything as well, cutting off Yang Mingxue's last hope of resistance.
Thinking of this, Tang An couldn't help but smile, and immediately pulled back Zhen'er's blanket. Zhen'er, fast asleep in bed, wore a light red silk jacket and moon-white trimmed silk trousers. The little girl looked delicate and pink, curled up like a kitten. Tang An gently pulled his daughter's small hand away, reached out and tore open the silk jacket, lowering his head to lick the soft skin beneath her bodice. His hand then reached for the tie behind her neck and quietly untied it…
When Zhen'er was awakened by her father's licking, she realized that her clothes were almost completely removed.
"Daddy…Daddy? What are you doing…"
Zhen'er opened her eyes wide in terror, her previously dazed mind immediately clearing. She was horrified to find her father on her bed—no, on top of her. At this moment, Tang An was pulling down her trousers, which were the only clothes she was wearing; even her socks had been removed.
Zhen'er was so frightened that she didn't even have time to think of resisting. She timidly asked again, "Father?"
"Quiet down. Zhen'er, don't you want a little sister? Father will teach you how to give birth to a good little sister." Tang An smiled mischievously and pulled off her silk trousers. Zhen'er quickly grabbed the little undergarment that was still beside her and hurriedly covered herself up. Her eyes were full of doubt, and she stammered, "A little sister... isn't it supposed to be born by Mother?"
Tang An laughed and said, "Silly Zhen'er, is your surname Tang or Yan?" Zhen'er said, "Tang!" Tang An said, "That's right. You are Father's daughter, so your surname is Tang. The daughter you give birth to for Father will also have the surname Tang. She is younger than you, so isn't she your little sister?"
Zhen'er sat blankly on the bed, vaguely feeling that something was wrong, but she couldn't put her finger on what it was. Tang An snatched the bodice again, tossed it aside, and pulled his daughter into his arms, stroking her delicate skin. He grinned maliciously, "You don't need to worry so much, just listen to your father. Zhen'er is the best, the most obedient to her parents, right?"
Being hugged and whispered in her father's ear was something Zhen'er was used to since childhood; but being held naked by her father was something she could never recall. Hearing Tang An's words, Zhen'er trembled inexplicably and pleaded in a low voice, "Father, I... I'll be good... but let me put on my clothes first..." Tang An laughed, "Little slut, what need do you have for clothes?"
As he spoke, Tang An had already begun to fondle his daughter's tender body, but he was becoming more and more astonished. Zhen'er was just ten years old. She could only be described as petite, but she had long, soft hair that reached her waist and felt like silk. Her tender little chest had only slight rises and falls, but it was surprisingly soft when pressed. Her little bottom was round and perky, and it was also very easy to pinch. At first glance, her young body seemed unremarkable, but once touched, it became irresistible…
Tang An touched his daughter's body, growing increasingly excited, and couldn't help but whisper, "Both mother and daughter are born sluts, absolutely irresistible!" Zhen'er's face flushed, and she said, "Father, what did you say? I… I understand!" Tang An laughed, "It means you're just like your mother, both craving men. You're already this young, and when you grow up… hehe, I think you'll be even more amazing than your mother."
Zhen'er didn't know that the "mother" Tang An referred to wasn't Yan Lan, but her completely unfamiliar biological mother, Yang Mingxue. Confused, she vaguely understood that her father was humiliating her, and her face flushed crimson. Suddenly, she cried out, "Father, let me go! I don't want you to hold me anymore!" Tang An sneered, "That won't do, you're only just beginning to have a baby!" He reached out and touched Zhen'er's smooth, delicate lower body.
"Ah…"
Zhen'er let out an embarrassed groan, reacting immediately to the touch. Zhen'er was still too young; her vulva was just two thin labia, the white, tender mound smooth and moist as if it were about to drip water. Tang An pinched the labia and turned them outward, revealing the moist, tender red opening. Seeing the small, delicate opening, he couldn't help but laugh, "Look at your little slut's little hole, it must be even tighter than Ningzhen's." Zhen'er was flustered by the touch, but her mind was clear. Hearing Li Ningzhen's name from her father's mouth, she was extremely surprised, thinking, "Could it be that Master Li is also helping Father have a younger sister?" Before she could think about the implications, a sudden, intense stimulation in her lower body startled her, causing her to scream, "Ah! Father... Father, where are you touching... Ah, ah!"
It turned out that Tang An had followed the pink labia and quietly pinched her clitoris. The caress just now had been a great stimulation to Zhen'er's body, and now her young clitoris was already erect, pointing upwards between the labia. Tang An, his lust raging, roared, "I told you you were a little slut! You're right! What kind of ten-year-old is this wanton?" He teased Zhen'er's clitoris with his fingers, pushing and squeezing, causing her body to bounce violently, her fine hairs standing on end. She burst into tears, crying, "No, Daddy, it hurts so much… Waaah… Waaah… Waaah…"
Although Zhen'er cried uncontrollably, her clitoris swelled even more, trembling and throbbing with her father's fingers, glistening with wet love juice. Seeing the moment was right, Tang An pulled out his penis, tossed it around in Zhen'er's arms, and grinned maliciously, "Alright, Zhen'er, it's time to deflower you!"
Zhen'er sobbed, her head bowed, not understanding the meaning of "deflowering," but still desperately shaking her head, crying, "No… Daddy, no…" Tang An wouldn't listen, his glans forcefully pushing against Zhen'er's narrow opening. But Zhen'er's opening was far too small; even her finger might not be able to fit inside, let alone withstand her father's battle-hardened, large penis. The mushroom-like shaft barely penetrated the opening before encountering immense resistance. Zhen'er cried out in pain, "Father...Father! Please...no!"
However, for Tang An, this obstacle was meaningless. A smirk played on his lips as he used his waist strength, simultaneously gripping Zhen'er's buttocks and forcefully prying open her soft, moist opening, shoving his glans inside. Zhen'er in his arms tensed abruptly, her small back trembling violently, barely able to utter a sound, though her moans could still be heard. Tang An hardened his heart and thrust forcefully, his thick penis penetrating deeper and deeper, venturing into a tender secret place never before visited by anyone. The hymen protecting Zhen'er's virginity could not withstand such violation and ruptured instantly.
"Ah────"
Bright red blood dripped down his penis, still trailing traces of glistening fluid.
Zhen'er screamed in agony, almost fainting on the spot. Her petite body arched tightly, trembling violently, covered in cold sweat. She couldn't think of anything, only collapsing into Tang An's arms in agony. The tender flesh of her vagina tightly gripped her father's penis, contracting in waves of intense pain. Tang An barely moved before reaching the brink of ejaculation. He never imagined that penetrating the young Zhen'er would bring such intense pleasure, something he had never experienced with the mature bodies of Yan Lan, Yang Mingxue, or Li Ningzhen.
The intense intercourse exceeded Zhen'er's body's capacity; her warm, tender vagina gathered all her strength, desperately resisting the intrusion of his penis. Tang An, too, was drenched in sweat from the tightness of his daughter's vagina, experiencing unprecedented stimulation. He gripped Zhen'er's buttocks and thrust recklessly, reaching the peak of his excitement. He could have already filled his daughter's vagina with his semen, but he still felt unsatisfied, greedily squeezing Zhen'er's delicate body...
"Father, Father, Father..."
Zhen'er groaned in anguish, but it was definitely not a voice of lucidity. Tang An looked down and saw Zhen'er with teary eyes, drool dripping from her lips, looking dazed and confused—hardly the image of a ten-year-old girl. Her fragile and pitiful appearance instantly ignited his sadistic desires, and he burst into laughter: "Zhen'er, be good! Father will... give you a good little sister!"
Before Zhen'er could understand, she was suddenly pulled tightly into her father's arms, her sweaty chest pressed against Tang An's body, and she pounded in fear. A stream of hot semen sprayed into her soft, moist vulva, burning like a deadly poison, almost making Zhen'er feel as if it had instantly filled her entire body. Zhen'er didn't know what that hot flow was, but she instinctively felt that she had been completely violated, and that the perpetrator was her own father...
Semen slowly overflowed from Zhen'er's swollen vulva, dripping stickily onto the bed. Tang An, still not satisfied, continued to writhe inside his daughter for a while before finally pulling out. He stroked Zhen'er's tear-streaked face, praising her repeatedly, "Good daughter, you're so tight! Oh, still tight… In a few years, you'll definitely be even more wanton than your mother…"
"Waaah… I… I want to tell Mother… Father keeps hurting me, it hurts so much…"
Zhen'er lowered her head, tears welling in her eyes, her still-painful vagina spasming, her small body whimpering. Tang An chuckled and said, "Don't worry, Zhen'er, Father will take you to see Mother soon, let her see how much Father loves you… But first, let Father do it one more time!"
Amid Zhen'er's screams, Tang An's penis hardened again, thrusting into his beloved daughter's wet, tender hole like a wolf, each thrust accompanied by Zhen'er's agonizing cries. But the obedient Zhen'er simply endured the pain. Although she cried and screamed as Tang An fucked her, her little hands didn't pound or push her away. She just clung to her father in fear, gripping him tighter the more it hurt.
That night, Tang An fucked Zhen'er three times, then made her suck his penis with her cherry-like mouth before finally ejaculating into his daughter's mouth, causing her to cough incessantly and spill out most of her semen. Just when Zhen'er thought it was finally over and wiped away her tears, sobbing, Tang An carried her off the bed.
"Father...please stop...Zhen'er is so tired, I'm about to die..."
Zhen'er cried out in fear, but Tang An smiled slyly and whispered, "Alright, alright, Father won't do it to you today. Now, Father is going to take you to find Mother." Zhen'er's eyes were blurry with tears, her face blank, but she heard Tang An continue to laugh, "Come on, you'll have to walk by yourself. No need to take clothes, you won't need them later anyway..."
The secluded door opened again, and an extremely lewd scene was unfolding inside.
Two naked female bodies were violently intertwined, their breasts pressed against each other, their sweat mingling, and several puddles of white, sticky fluid had accumulated on the floor, quite exaggerated. The rope suspending Yang Mingxue had now been lowered from the roof beam, but the end binding Yang Mingxue remained untied. Li Ningzhen embraced Yang Mingxue tightly, moaning and swaying with uncontrollable pleasure. A dildo protruding from beneath her Taoist robe thrust wildly into Yang Mingxue's vagina, causing her to sob and weakly beg for mercy: "Stop, don't do it anymore..."
After becoming a postnatal fertility victim, Li Ningzhen's uterus could no longer nurture a fetus, but instead became a reservoir for male semen. As she raped Yang Mingxue, the semen inside her would ejaculate through the vaginal canal almost every few thrusts, quickly filling Yang Mingxue's vagina. Soon, with each movement of Li Ningzhen, a gush of sticky fluid would splatter from her opening. Later, it was diluted by the two women's vaginal fluids, dripping continuously, and Yang Mingxue was nearly collapsing.
"Ha, ahaha... Sister Mingxue... don't be so polite..." Li Ningzhen gasped repeatedly, her bare breasts heaving beneath her disheveled, open Taoist robe, yet she was clearly full of energy. She laughed gleefully, "I still have so much semen I haven't given you! It's all from the men I've been filled with these past few days. Besides... Master, there's enough for over thirty people... Look, it's leaking out again..."
For Yang Mingxue's vulva, untouched for years, Li Ningzhen's violation was incredibly stimulating. The way she was penetrated was a mix of hate and love, but undeniably, a relentless, frenzied thrusting. A storm of shame and pleasure overwhelmed her, leaving her body numb. Tears, sweat, vaginal fluid, and the abundant milk she hadn't been able to nurture her daughter all overflowed, soaking her entire body as she trembled. Exhausted by the overwhelming orgasm, Yang Mingxue fainted and then awoke. Her vision was blurred, but she could vaguely make out a figure that tugged at her heartstrings.
It was a little girl, completely naked, staring at her in bewilderment.
"Zhen'er!"
Yang Mingxue cried out in a trembling voice, her grief growing stronger. "Zhen'er! You're Zhen'er, aren't you? How could you… Tang An!
You really… wouldn't even let her go?"
Tang An, who had led Zhen'er through the door, stood to the side, grinning smugly. "Don't say that. It's called keeping the good stuff in the family. Zhen'er's cunt is quite something, tight and tender, just like you, it needs to be fucked. No wonder she's your own flesh and blood!"
The naked Zhen'er, her long hair flowing, her aching lower body dripping with her father's semen, had finally made it here with Tang An, only to see a scene she couldn't comprehend at all.
She stared wide-eyed at Li Daoren's genitals, completely bewildered as to how he could have a penis, and how he could be hugging such a beautiful auntie, thrusting his hips so desperately like her father had done to her? That auntie must be feeling the same pain… And why was she staring at her like that?
"Father even said that I am her...biological flesh and blood?" Tang An said,
pointing to Yang Mingxue's ravaged vulva, "Come here, Zhen'er, this is your biological mother. You were born from this wet, fleshy hole. From now on, you will return to your mother's side. Remember to learn from your mother well, and learn how to lie down and be fucked by men." Tang An pointed to Yang Mingxue's ravaged vulva, pinched Zhen'er's head, and chuckled in a low voice, "Of course, you should also learn from Master Li. She is not only a slut that men love to fuck, but she also knows how to fuck women! You should learn to be a slut, do you hear me?"
Zhen'er was confused, but having been used to her father's teachings, she nodded obediently without thinking. Yang Mingxue gritted her teeth, but couldn't even utter a curse. Instead, she cried out loudly as Li Ningzhen was humiliated by Tang An and unconsciously became more excited as he thrust into her. In an instant, Yang Mingxue reached another climax in front of her daughter. Her nipples trembled, and milk gushed out uncontrollably, allowing Zhen'er to taste breast milk for the first time.
Zhen'er blinked, then timidly dipped her finger in the milk and secretly licked it clean. She suddenly understood what she would become in the future.
A girl's growth often happens surprisingly quickly.
In just three or four years, Zhen'er's clothes were all new, she had grown taller, and her figure had become more curvaceous; she had blossomed into a graceful and beautiful young woman, every smile and gesture radiating youthful energy. Her father, Tang An, was naturally extremely proud.
Since Zhen'er lost her virginity to Tang An and was subsequently told her true parentage, the Tang family appeared outwardly calm, but things were changing behind the scenes. Under Tang An's arrangement, Yang Mingxue, as planned, proposed to Yan Lan that she take Zhen'er as her disciple, but this time, she intended to stay at the Tang family mansion herself and not take Zhen'er to Ruyu Peak. Although Yang Mingxue was deeply grieving over her daughter's loss of virginity, she still tried her best to appear normal in front of her junior sister, and Yan Lan, naturally pleased, readily agreed.
Needless to say, once Yang Mingxue settled in, she became the object of Tang An and Li Ningzhen's manipulation. They used every trick in the book, even scheming to have Yan Lan witness her on the verge of climax, leaving her blushing but unable to cry out, nearly exposing her several times. What humiliated her even more was that Tang An often forced her and Zhen'er to undress together, mother and daughter in bed at the same time, to be played with by him.
When Yang Mingxue, desperate to protect Zhen'er, shamefully snatched the penis, Tang An would laugh at Zhen'er, saying, "Zhen'er, look, your mother is so wanton, always taking the lead!" Even when Zhen'er was being violated by Tang An, Li Ningzhen would hold her and tease, "Sister Mingxue, look how happy Zhen'er is being penetrated by her master, truly worthy of being your child..." In short, there were no kind words, leaving Yang Mingxue utterly ashamed and speechless.
What Yang Mingxue didn't know what to do most was Zhen'er's thoughts. Yang Mingxue was initially filled with hatred for Tang An's rape of her daughter, almost wanting to die with him. However, Zhen'er desperately clung to her, unwilling to let her parents harm each other. At the time, Zhen'er was completely unaware of the seriousness of incest. Although Yang Mingxue was heartbroken, she still hoped that Zhen'er's emotional trauma wouldn't be too deep, and that she could overcome the shadow of the past when she grew up. Unexpectedly, under Tang An's "training," Zhen'er not only didn't seem hurt, but gradually accepted her father's ideas and became accustomed to the lewdness and abuse inflicted on her by Tang An and Li Ningzhen, eventually becoming Tang An's little slave.
Six months after the incident, Zhen'er was as lively and cheerful as before, always laughing and joking. However, in private, she would lick her father's hard penis every day so that he could thoroughly ravage her mother and the Taoist priest Li. Of course, in the end, Zhen'er couldn't escape being "nourished" by Tang An's semen, but she often took the initiative to be filial to her father. Yang Mingxue saw this and felt conflicted, but as long as her daughter was happy, she didn't say anything. Over the years, Zhen'er became the one who listened to Tang An the most.
Zhen'er grew more and more mature and beautiful, and as the successor of two heroines, Yang Mingxue and Yan Lan, she had already become famous in Suzhou and Hangzhou, and young men began to come to fawn over her. One day, Tang An found several floating flower-patterned stationery sheets in his daughter's room, on which were written affectionate poems and essays expressing the love of talented men from all over the country. Tang An summoned his daughter and asked her what was wrong. Zhen'er blushed immediately, leaning on her father's shoulder and pouting, "Dad, several young men are infatuated with you! Aren't you proud?"
Tang An pinched her bottom and laughed, "Proud my foot! You little brat, you're not learning anything good, running around showing your face in public. Do you want to get married?" Zhen'er frowned slightly, her voice sweet, "I... I don't." Tang An said, "Still saying no? Of all those rascals who wrote letters, which one have you taken a fancy to?" Zhen'er shook her head with a smile, her voice soft, "I don't care about them! Zhen'er will stay with Dad for life, I won't marry anyone."
Overjoyed by his daughter's sweet words, Tang An rewarded her with half a day of pleasure. The next day, Zhen'er was still infatuated.
No one expected that the matter of Zhen'er being unable to marry would happen in the blink of an eye.
The day before Zhen'er's fourteenth birthday, Yang Mingxue suddenly stormed into Tang An's study, sword in hand, and yelled, "Tang An! What a mess you've made, you scoundrel!"
Although Yang Mingxue hadn't always been obedient to Tang An over the years, she had never lost her temper either. Seeing her so enraged, Tang An asked in surprise, "What have I done?" Tears welled in Yang Mingxue's eyes as she lowered her voice and said, "Zhen'er... Zhen'er is truly ruined by you. She's pregnant." Tang An was taken aback at first, then laughed wildly, "What am I talking about? This is a joyous occasion!" Yang Mingxue retorted angrily, "How dare you say that! That's your... your incestuous child with Zhen'er. If it's born, how will she tell anyone?"
Tang An laughed, "Tell who? That's my child, Zhen'er's younger brother or sister. Since Alan was willing to adopt Zhen'er, what's wrong with adopting another child?" Yang Mingxue was speechless with rage and suddenly made a move to draw her sword. Tang An hurriedly reached out and pressed her arm around her waist, laughing, "Our daughter is pregnant, why are you turning against her now? Are you unhappy because I didn't give you another child back then?"
Yang Mingxue pushed his hand away, still very angry, and said, "What nonsense are you talking about! Zhen'er is pregnant before she's even married, how can you expect her to carry a child for ten months? How can she be presentable to anyone?" Tang An forcibly pulled her closer, grinning, "Even Lady Yang of Ruyu Peak was a virgin, how come she gave birth to a daughter?"
"You..." Yang Mingxue blushed, her momentum waning, and she could only mutter under her breath, "Don't mention that! If someone hears... it won't do." Tang An laughed, "What does it matter? Is my wife so shy that she's been with her husband for over ten years and she's afraid of being found out?" Yang Mingxue retorted angrily, "Who's your wife? Don't talk nonsense!"
But when Tang An hugged her, her body was already hot; her scolding had no authority whatsoever, and to Tang An it sounded like flirting. Tang An simply kissed her neck, forcing her to breathe softly, while teasing, "Good wife, still shy? Call me husband, and I'll give you a good time."
"No... no." Yang Mingxue resisted with all her might, but her whole body was limp, and she couldn't muster any strength. Tang An knew her too well—she could be unyielding to rape, but she was powerless against the gentle teasing of close intimacy, especially when her mind was wavering.
"Don't be stubborn, look how wet you are... Oh, I was just kidding, you're already wet?"
His hand, which had slipped under her skirt, groped around mischievously, his hooked fingers making her tremble all over. She leaned against Tang An, panting. Tang An pulled out his wet palm and wiped her blushing cheeks until they glistened. He teased her in a low voice, "Want it, don't you?"
Yang Mingxue frowned and tried to hold back, until she was teased to the point of tears and a soft cry, desperately seeking relief. Only then did she speak weakly, "Whatever... whatever you want..."
"You're so disobedient! What did you just say?" Tang An clicked his tongue and deliberately pressed his bulging crotch against her buttocks, rubbing gently, but without actually doing anything. Yang Mingxue realized what was happening and felt a surge of anger. She pursed her lips shyly for a while, until, without realizing it, he had soaked her skirt. She whimpered softly, "Husband... I want..."
Tang An raised an eyebrow, laughing as he pressed her against the carved window, and right there in the study, he began to ravage her voluptuous body. When Yang Mingxue turned back in alarm, her breasts were already pressed against the carved window; perhaps to avoid alerting the passing servants, even her moans were unusually urgent and seductive.
Tang An thoroughly enjoyed himself, the melodious "Husband, husband" making him beam with pleasure as he thrust again and again. Afterwards, his penis ached, yet he felt unsatisfied. Later, Yang Mingxue slowly awoke, dragging her weak and sore body to bathe and change. Only then did she remember her failed attempt to confront him, and she felt a surge of shame and anger, yet also a strange sense of desolation.
Angry as she was, Yang Mingxue was ultimately helpless. Her daughter had long sided with her father, and her own body had been taken for granted for four years; it was truly difficult to escape this life of debauchery. The news of Zhen'er's pregnancy reminded her of her own experience, and now it seemed that the only option was to repeat the same old scheme.
The following night, the Tang family held a banquet to celebrate Zhen'er's birthday, with Yang Mingxue and Li Ningzhen present as usual. After the banquet, everyone went to the pavilion in the garden to cool off, and Tang An ordered the maids to set out wine, leading to another lively gathering. Zhen'er was tested on her skills by a group of elders, and blushing, she accepted Tang An's sword and began practicing her moves in the courtyard. She started with the "Thirteen Forms of Morning Dew," the introductory sword technique from Ruyu Peak, casually incorporating the "Radiant Glow" and "Divine Mist" sword styles, occasionally using a side sword technique taught by Tang An, but employing the "Empty Flowing Light" movement method from Taixia Temple.
This martial arts demonstration, combining the strengths of three schools, was innovative and unique, yet it drew laughter and applause from Tang An, Yan Lan, Li Ningzhen, and the others. Zhen'er, however, threw down her longsword, stamped her foot, and pouted, "Father and Mother, you're so mean!
You clearly said you were going to test my skills, why are you making fun of me?"
Yan Lan smiled and said, "You've turned Ru Yufeng's martial arts into something like this, all show and no substance. You're already fourteen years old, if you don't improve, your master won't want you anymore!"
"Master won't!" Zhen'er giggled and jumped into Yang Mingxue's arms, rubbing her face like a kitten. Yang Mingxue was both amused and exasperated, gently stroking Zhen'er's hair, feeling quite moved. In front of Yan Lan, she could only call Zhen'er "Master
," so why was Tang An always Zhen'er's father?
Tang An bent down to pick up the sword, smiling as he handed it to Yang Mingxue: "Speaking of Ru Yufeng's swordsmanship, our heroine Yang is unparalleled in the martial arts world. Please demonstrate a few moves for our good daughter." Yan Lan, of course, didn't realize that Tang An was openly teasing her senior sister, and chuckled in agreement; Yang Mingxue blushed, drank a cup of wine to hide her rosy cheeks, and as she took the sword hilt, she felt Tang An secretly touch her fingers. She staggered a few steps away, her moist eyes momentarily clouded with melancholy, before suddenly drawing her sword.
It was a summer night, and Yang Mingxue wore a brocade silk blouse, the sheer fabric partially concealing her breasts and revealing glimpses of her smooth, snow-white shoulders and neck. Her long, flowing silk skirt trailed to the ground, only adding to the lightness of her sword dance. Yang Mingxue's eyelashes were slightly lowered, her expression and figure seemingly intoxicated. The shimmering sword light swirled like flowing clouds, reaching the heavens and illuminating the courtyard below. The purity of her swordsmanship was breathtaking, yet it couldn't conceal her stunning beauty, blending seamlessly with the moonlight.
It wasn't the lively grace of youth, but the ultimate in a woman's gentle, watery beauty.
"Senior Sister Yang... she's truly becoming more and more beautiful. It's a pity she doesn't marry; men in this world are truly unlucky."
Yan Lan suddenly sighed softly, her face, already flushed with intoxication, filled with longing, as if she had returned to her junior sister on Jade Peak. Tang An smiled slightly, watching the graceful figure finish her drink, and quietly said, "Is that so?"
He already knew the answer in his heart. Yan Lan only saw her senior sister's graceful sword dance, unaware that her attire was entirely at Tang An's behest.
Beneath Yang Mingxue's captivating sword dance, a slightly tipsy, unsteady gait was suppressed; the alcohol seeped into her body as she danced, leaving her dizzy and disoriented. With each slight sway of her waist, her full breasts bounced beneath the barely covering silk robe, beads of sweat already forming in the cleavage between them, making her fair and rosy breasts even more alluring. As she twirled and turned, the thin, almost see-through silk skirt clung to her from the thighs, completely revealing her plump, slender legs, almost glimpsing her skin.
In broad daylight, Yang Mingxue's attire couldn't conceal her alluring figure; even under the lamplight at night, everything was subtly revealed, enough to make any interested person itch with desire, truly arousing lust. Yang Mingxue was naturally aware of this, but could only shyly comply. In front of her junior sister, she had to appear composed no matter how nervous she was, but she couldn't help but notice Tang An's burning gaze, and could only purse her lips in silence to suppress her increasingly labored breathing...
That night, Yan Lan was deep in sleep, but Tang An quietly got up, put on his robe, and silently went to his private sanctuary.
When he arrived, the small house was already overflowing with spring-like passion. Li Ningzhen gently pressed Zhen'er's fragrant shoulder and whispered in her ear, "Zhen'er, come here, like this, aim at your mother's there, and slowly guide it in... Yes, yes, isn't it getting tighter? Once it's all the way in, slowly pull it out, and then thrust it in hard again..." Her sweet voice was mixed with Yang Mingxue's shy and sticky moans, sounding as awkward as a virgin's first night.
"Mmm, mmm... Mother, I'm going in..." Zhen'er,
wearing only a tube top, gasped softly, a long, thin, curved dildo erect between her legs. Following the instructions from behind, it slowly pierced Yang Mingxue's wet and tender vulva; the slender, finger-like instrument easily slipped in, and although it didn't look thick or swollen, it caused the bottom of her vagina to contract violently, yet it couldn't tightly grip the instrument. The result of her efforts was that Yang Mingxue's vagina immediately became weak and sore, frequently leaking vaginal fluid. She was clearly burning with desire but couldn't get any satisfaction, which was truly insidious. But the end of the sex toy inserted into Zhen'er's body was extremely thick, filling her tender little hole to the brim. The surrounding thin, tender flesh tightly clung to the toy, constantly swallowing and spitting out with each movement, making a sizzling sound.
Li Ningzhen clapped her hands and laughed, "Zhen'er is so clever! Come on, your mother has been enduring this since the banquet, now it's time to reward her properly." Zhen'er gasped for breath and answered in a sweet voice, focusing all her attention on her waist, doing her best to imitate Tang An's rape of her to serve her mother.
Yang Mingxue's beautiful attire from the banquet had long since been removed, and she was completely naked. She clenched her teeth, desperately enduring the strange pleasure of being raped by her daughter, but she still couldn't resist the temptation of that vicious sex toy, and finally cried out loud. Her fair body tumbled and jumped with Zhen'er's movements, and even Li Ningzhen took the opportunity to rub her full breasts, squeezing and playing with them wantonly. The dildo inserted between her legs was enormous, constantly spurting out small amounts of semen, clearly showing that her delicate body beneath the Taoist robe craved love and was excited beyond control.
Tang An watched with delight, his lower body engorged and aroused, but he didn't intend to join in. Zhen'er was already pregnant and would have to leave home and hide sooner or later until she secretly gave birth. During this time, someone would naturally need to accompany her. Whether he sent Yang Mingxue or Li Ningzhen to accompany her, as long as Zhen'er wasn't there, the other person would have no reason to stay in the Tang residence, and it would likely result in all three women leaving home together.
If that happened, he wouldn't be able to rape the three female slaves at will for a period of time, so he naturally needed to cultivate their habit of mutual comfort. Otherwise, if Li Ningzhen got carried away and brought a group of strong men to satisfy her lust, that would be one thing, but if she gang-raped Yang Mingxue and Zhen'er together, it would be difficult to handle. Who knew if Li Ningzhen would remember to kill them all so that the pure and innocent Lady Yang could remain chaste? It was probably impossible. Li Ningzhen would definitely be reluctant to part with those engorged penises that had given her such pleasure, while Zhen'er would be pinned down by the men, unable to move, at their mercy. As for Yang Mingxue, she would definitely want to draw her sword, but because she was exhausted from being gang-raped, besides desperately clenching the men's penises, all she could do was moan as a form of resistance...
"Ah... Ningzhen, stop... don't, don't do this... ah!"
Yang Mingxue cried out in a pitiful voice, suddenly pulling Tang An back to reality. Li Ningzhen lay on her back on the bed, already sandwiched between Zhen'er and Yang Mingxue, simultaneously thrusting into her vagina and anus. Yang Mingxue sat on top of her, tightly embracing Zhen'er, unsure which side to respond to, her eyes already blurry, saliva dripping from her moist lips, as if she were about to faint. Zhen'er, nestled in her mother's arms, breathed softly, turning to look at Tang An: "Father, come quickly, come quickly... Mother's mouth is still empty, quickly feed Mother something to drink..."
Zhen'er's filial piety, Li Ningzhen's subservient nature, Yang Mingxue's allure, and his only beloved wife, Yan Lan, who could sleep beside him.
That was enough. Knowing he couldn't escape the fate of dying from exhaustion, Tang An had no intention of stopping his long-standing indulgence—it was a destiny that began at a certain time, for a certain reason, and could never be stopped.
Tang An smiled, loosened his robes, and slowly stepped towards his passionate, entwined lovers. The lush night was as usual, as it would be, as familiar to them, with those melodious moans that lulled them into dreams.
(The End)

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