White Dragon Fish Costume 12

Luofeng Island, Qinglong Leipo's residence.
Xia Qingyang awoke from an endless nightmare, only to find Qinglong Leipo and Shensha Luo Xijie standing by his bedside. Enemies meeting again, their eyes blazed with fury. Xia Qingyang struggled to sit up, but his body was too weak; the palm strike from Martial Saint Mu Yun Qiubai had severely injured him.
"Young brother, don't be impulsive, you're badly injured," Shensha Luo Xijie
said with a slight smile, stepping forward. "Where am I?" Xia Qingyang asked in a hoarse voice.
"This is where I live. Last night you collapsed at the foot of the mountain. If I hadn't saved you, you might be dead," Qinglong Leipo said.
Xia Qingyang recalled that Martial Saint Mu Yun Qiubai had indeed struck him last night, but he couldn't remember why he had clashed with his master.
"Who asked you to save me? I don't want to live anymore anyway," Xia Qingyang glared fiercely at Leipo. Leng Xue had spoken such heartless words to his face during the duel that day; he felt he had no will to live.
“I’ve heard about your situation from Lei Po. Is it worth it for a man to risk his life for a woman? Besides, her heart isn’t with you. Don’t you think you’re being foolish?” These were the honest words of the Fiend Luo Xijie. He couldn’t understand why the Martial Saint had retired because of a woman, and now his disciple was just like his master.
“That’s my business, none of your concern!” Xia Qingyang said.
“The Martial Saint has already expelled you, and you’re seriously injured. What do you plan to do now? Ask Lei Po for her again? Lei Po said he wouldn’t stop her if she was willing to go with you. Should I call her over and ask her?” Luo Xijie said.
Although Xia Qingyang really wanted to ask her why she said that, Luo Xijie was so confident that asking would be futile.
"I'm at their mercy. If she hadn't said that, would I have survived if I had lost that day? Even if I had won by chance, with the protection of a Martial Saint, your power would still be immense, and I would inevitably fall victim to your cruelty. Right now, I'm severely injured, so naturally I have no ability to protect her. It would be strange if she hadn't said that." Xia Qingyang suddenly thought of a reasonable explanation. Although he was still vaguely disappointed, he felt somewhat relieved.
"Haha, that makes sense, that makes sense! This also tells you that to become a strong person in this world, only the strong have a voice and can get what they want!" Luo Xijie laughed loudly.
"There's no point in saying these nonsense. Kill me or do whatever you want!" Xia Qingyang's expression was somewhat gloomy. He was right; it was because he wasn't strong enough that he couldn't protect Xue'er, causing her to be disappointed time and time again.
"We don't need to wait until now to kill you. We can just let you fend for yourself. If it weren't for Lei Po and me using our true energy to heal you, I don't think you would have woken up by this time tomorrow." Luo Xijie said.
"Why did you save me?" Xia Qingyang slightly gathered his strength, knowing that Luo Xijie's words were true.
"Before I explain the reason, I want to say something first," Luo Xijie smiled.
"What is it?" Xia Qingyang asked.
"I know you consider Lei Po your enemy, mainly because Lei Po stole your beloved woman. But he's just an executor; the mastermind behind it all is the Martial Saint Mu Yun Qiubai. What's even more despicable is that he actually forced Lei Po to send her to Jinshui Garden! What kind of place is that? It's the lowest-class brothel on the island! It was Mu Yun Qiubai who turned a pure and innocent girl into a prostitute for everyone." Seeing that Xia Qingyang was already furious, the Fiend Luo Xijie continued, "Therefore, Lei Po is not your enemy! Although he beat..." " He hurt you, but he also saved your life. I hope you and he can reconcile, even if you can't be brothers, at least don't be enemies."
Xia Qingyang looked at Qinglong Leipo, who said with a friendly expression, "Brother Qingyang, I've offended you in the past!" Although seeing that face still made Xia Qingyang very uncomfortable, he understood the principle of "the grievance has its source, the debt has its debtor," and he looked away, saying, "Don't worry, I won't seek revenge on him in the future."
Xia Qingyang's arrogance angered Qinglong Leipo, but he still maintained a smile on his face.
"That's good. As for why I saved you, the reason is simple: you are the victor of this year's Demon God Cave, and a top talent in my sect. If I'm not mistaken, there will soon be a fierce battle, and now is the time to use your manpower. How can I cut off my own arm? In this battle, I believe you will definitely become famous and shine brightly!"
"I have no interest," Xia Qingyang said coldly.
The Fiend Rosije said confidently, "Not only me, but the Pharaoh is also very interested in you. After this battle, you can leave with me. Of course, your beloved woman can also go with you, following you forever and never leaving you."
"What? I can take Xue'er with me!" Xia Qingyang's dull eyes suddenly lit up.
"Yes, I promise." The Fiend Rosije said seriously, "Although this is our first meeting, you should know that I, the Fiend Rosije, always keep my word." He then turned to Qinglong Leipo and said, "What do you say?"
"Of course, Lord Rosije is always a man of his word. It's just a woman; you can take her away. I have no objection." Qinglong Leipo looked rather reluctant when he said this.
"It's a deal!" Xia Qingyang's spirits lifted. He sat up in bed and extended his hand, saying, "Let's seal this with a high five."
Luo Xijie also extended his hand, but held it in mid-air, saying, "However, before the person you love returns to your side, you must do one thing first." "
Don't mention one thing, as long as you say it, I will do it! Even if it means going through fire and water, I won't hesitate!" Xia Qingyang struck Luo Xijie's hand.
"Good!" Luo Xijie shouted.
With a loud clap, Xia Qingyang's blood boiled.
After the oath, Luo Xijie told Xia Qingyang what he needed to do. Xia Qingyang hesitated slightly before agreeing, which made Luo Xijie extremely happy.
"Although your injuries are serious, you should still be able to walk. Regulate your breathing and then leave," Luo Xijie said.
"Okay!" Xia Qingyang sat up straight, closed his eyes, and circulated his internal energy.
Luo Xijie and Lei Po went outside. After walking for a while, Luo Xijie turned his head and said, "I didn't discuss this with you beforehand, you won't have any objections, will you?" “
Lord Luo, you’re not really going to give her to that brat, are you?” Lei Po asked, extremely unwilling.
Luo Xijie’s face darkened. “Lei Po, so you really can’t bear to part with her! Even heroes can’t resist the charms of a beautiful woman!”
Lei Po quickly protested, “That’s not what I meant. It’s not that I’m unwilling, it’s just that it’s too easy for that brat. Besides, didn’t she say she wouldn’t be with him?”
Luo Xijie coldly laughed. “What kind of talk is that? If he succeeds, it will be a great achievement. Not to mention, the Extreme Angel is about to attack this island, and his martial arts are far superior to your subordinates. Is a powerful warrior more important than a woman? Besides, it’s a joke that a woman can decide who she’s with! At this rate, I think you’ll be just like a Martial Saint!” "
The 'Divine Demon' Rosije is a special envoy appointed by the Pharaoh. Given his status and position, Lei Po naturally dared not disobey. He repeatedly said, 'Lord Rosije is joking. I was just saying it casually. I will follow your arrangements.'
'Alright, go and arrange the defenses. We don't have much time left.' Rosije's expression softened.
'Yes, I'll go right away,' Lei Po replied.
After he had walked away, he suddenly heard Rosije's voice: 'Lei Po, have her come to me later.'
Lei Po knew who Rosije was referring to, but what could he say but 'yes'?
After Rosije left, Lei Po was very depressed, and his dinner tasted like cardboard. He returned to his residence before nine o'clock after checking the defenses. She went to Rosije's place at six o'clock, so two hours should have been enough, but Lei Po waited and waited until almost eleven o'clock before she finally returned."
Upon entering the room, Leng Xue noticed Lei Po's gloomy expression. Although she wasn't entirely certain, she suspected it might be related to Luo Xijie. For the past few days, his expression had been unpleasant after each of her services to Luo Xijie, a reaction that left her with mixed feelings of joy and worry. The more infatuated Lei Po was with her, the more secure her position became. If the two were to develop a sordid relationship, it could impact the island's defenses. Her worry stemmed from Lei Po's violent nature; when his anger reached a certain point, it would inevitably erupt, with unpredictable consequences.
"You and Luo Xijie had a good time, didn't you?" Lei Po asked, his thick brows furrowed. Although Leng Xue was dressed neatly and wore light makeup, still radiant and beautiful, Lei Po noticed her barely concealed fatigue and the strange way she walked, her legs splayed outwards. Those possessing ancient martial arts were all sexual superhumans; it was quite an achievement that she could walk back after being with Luo Xijie all night.
Leng Xue immediately panicked, looking like a frightened deer. She nervously wrung her hands across her chest, stammering, "No, no, nothing like that..." It must be admitted that although she had some acting training, her acting skills at this moment were no less than those of big-name stars. Even someone as experienced and seasoned as Qinglong couldn't detect a single flaw.
Lei Po's feelings were also complex. While there was some pity, he was mostly angry. This anger wasn't just because the woman he liked was unwillingly letting someone else do what she wanted, but more so because Rosie had been acting arrogantly towards him since arriving, relying on his status as the Pharaoh's confidant. This was supposed to be his territory.
"What did you and him do all night?" Lei Po immediately felt like a fool as soon as the words left his mouth. What else could she and Rosie have done besides having sex? Seeing Leng Xue hesitate and not answer, he hurriedly asked, "How many times did you do it with him tonight?"
"Three times," Leng Xue told the truth, not daring to lie to him. If she lied and was exposed, it would be a huge loss. Ever since Luo Xijie raped her in the toilet, Leng Xue felt that he was different from before. Tonight, he even said something like, "You're very similar to a girl I used to know. Those memories are too distant. If it weren't for you, I probably wouldn't even remember them." Although his emotions were somewhat fluctuating when he said this, he quickly became unfathomable and inscrutable. Although even if Luo Xijie didn't have the skill to examine her closely, he wouldn't be able to detect that she also possessed ancient martial arts, being with Luo Xijie made that invisible string even tighter, making it difficult to arouse his desire and satisfy him.
"Did you orgasm every time?" Lei Po asked again. The reason he was infatuated with Leng Xue was largely because of her performance in sex, especially her expression and physical reactions during orgasm, which made him addicted like an opium addict. The perfect fusion of purity and debauchery, two seemingly contradictory qualities, was something perhaps only Leng Xue could achieve in this world. Of course, appreciating such beauty required considerable insight; Lei Po and Luo Xijie were both exceptional individuals, while the men who frequented Jinshui Garden weren't as infatuated.
Leng Xue was momentarily at a loss for words. Although it was difficult, she had experienced three orgasms, and she dared not feign it in front of someone like Luo Xijie. Despite her ample preparation and exceptionally strong will, her feelings regarding orgasms were complex. Having experienced the excruciating pain of losing her virginity and the hellish life of promiscuity at Jinshui Garden, she could now face the rape with equanimity, though still painful. She knew that to win over someone like Lei Po, she had to appear conquered, to please him with genuine orgasms. But like tonight, due to mental tension, she had only managed an orgasm after more than an hour of rape. When she thought she would find it even harder to reach the peak of desire the next time she was raped, she unexpectedly experienced a second and even a third orgasm. At this time, she always doubted whether she really had a lewd side. She could dedicate everything to her faith, including her life and body, but she firmly believed that although her body was defiled, her heart was still pure. Therefore, the negative impact of such doubt was even greater than being raped by more than a dozen men every day in Jinshui Garden.
"How could that be? Except for the first one, which seemed real, I was faking it all afterward. If I hadn't pretended, I probably wouldn't be back now." Although she felt extremely uncomfortable with such a blatant question, Leng Xue still feigned a wronged expression: "He's just too amazing. The first time lasted for over an hour. I really didn't feel anything with him, but I was terrified of him. I tried to get aroused, but I just couldn't. I saw his face getting increasingly grim, and I became more and more afraid. I was afraid he would hit me or even kill me. Then, I suddenly thought of you. I thought I was doing this for you, and if I were in danger, you would definitely not abandon me. Thinking about this calmed me down a bit, and as I thought about it, I became aroused. So, the first orgasm must have been real. The next two were mostly fake. I really had no choice; he wouldn't let me go if I didn't." She still decided to lie to Lei Po. All three orgasms were real. She didn't dare to fake it in front of someone of Luo Xijie's caliber; the consequences would be unpredictable if she were discovered.
Lei Po's expression remained gloomy. He hadn't cared much when he initially gave her to Luo Xijie as a gift, but his subsequent emotional shift was unexpected. While his dislike for Luo Xijie played a part, it was mostly because of her. No one wants to share what they like, especially a powerful figure like Lei Po with a strong desire for conquest and possession.
"Take off your skirt and underwear," Lei Po said in a deep voice. Although her explanation had slightly lessened his anger, the pent-up rage within him still burned fiercely; he needed to vent.
Although she didn't know what she would face next, Leng Xue didn't hesitate to remove her white dress and then bent down to slowly pull down her newly changed pure white underpants. People adapt to even the harshest environments, and for Leng Xue, undressing in front of a man was no longer difficult. The greater challenge, however, was how to get through the nights he would hold her in his arms.
When Leng Xue straightened up, her beautiful, flower-like private parts were fully exposed to Lei Po's eyes. Although she had been washed, the intense lovemaking that had lasted for several hours still left its mark. Her two delicate labia, like peach blossoms in early spring, were visibly swollen and red from excessive friction. No wonder she had been walking strangely earlier; even a light touch would be painful on such a swollen area.
"Stand up straight," Lei Po said coldly. He picked up the bottle beside him and took a large gulp, then violently sprayed the liquor into her swollen private parts.
Leng Xue cried out in surprise, her hands involuntarily covering her crotch. A burning pain shot through her private parts, but Lei Po quickly ordered her to remove her hands. He sprayed several more times, until her private parts were completely soaked. Then, Lei Po pressed his entire palm against her wet labia and began to rub them extremely roughly.
Leng Xue, of course, couldn't stop his violence; she didn't even dare to close her legs. Although the pain was nothing, she still groaned in agony, completely absorbed in the act, her long, straight legs trembling uncontrollably. She was worried. Since returning to Lei Po's side, he had been relatively kind to her except for being rough during sex, and hadn't tried to torture her in various ways. But now he was committing violence. Although she could roughly guess the reason, she couldn't predict what else might happen.
After a frenzied rubbing, Lei Po's hands left her private parts, leaving her violently ravaged lips a mess. Leng Xue secretly glanced at Lei Po and her heart sank. His expression remained gloomy. Leng Xue wanted to say something, but didn't know what to say. As a Phoenix Warrior whose responsibility was to protect, she found it difficult to understand Lei Po, a member of the demonic sect who disregarded rules and dignity. If she said something inappropriate, it would only provoke his anger.
"Pour this bottle of wine into it!" Lei Po handed her the bottle.
"Yes, Master." Leng Xue took it. It was a bottle of Russian beluganoble vodka, a noble vodka with a slender body and a relatively small neck. In these days of walking on the edge of a knife, only by surviving could there be hope, and only then could she rescue her sister and her comrades imprisoned in Fallen Phoenix Prison. Therefore, her first reaction upon receiving the bottle was not whether she was willing to do it, but whether she was capable of doing it.
To force the liquor into her vagina, she had to lie down. Leng Xue thought for a moment and sat on the nearest mahogany coffee table. She braced herself against the table with one hand, holding the bottle in the other, her legs slowly bent into an M-shape, her feet, clad in silver high heels, resting on either side of the table. At this point, she had a pretty good idea of Lei Po's intention: he wanted to cleanse her body with alcohol. If that was the case, it meant his affection for her was deepening. What she needed to do was still to seduce him with her body, making him fall deeper and deeper.
The vodka bottle's neck rested against her vulva. She held the bottle and gently swayed her slender waist, her pink vulva slowly engulfing the crystal-clear bottle neck, little by little, sucking it into her deep vagina. When the bottle was about an inch in, she began to lean back until her spine was against the coffee table, then her feet planted on the edge of the table, raising her bare buttocks high. Her body, along with the bottle, was at a 45-degree angle backward, and the strong liquor in the bottle suddenly poured into her vagina.
A sharp, needle-like pain spread from between her legs throughout her body. The intense sex had not only left her labia swollen but also abraded the inner walls of her vagina. Leng Xue endured the pain, her eyes somewhat glazed. From the moment she entered the room, facing his beast-like gaze, she had been on high alert. Now, from her angle, she couldn't see Lei Po's face, and her taut nerves finally had a moment's respite. But only for a moment; she had to focus again. She could still bear the pain, but extreme exhaustion made it impossible for her to continue. She knew this was just the beginning. She knew Lei Po; he wouldn't stop until he had tormented her two or three times tonight. But she had already had three orgasms not long ago. She didn't know if her utterly exhausted body could still generate desire. If not, she couldn't imagine how he would treat her in his rage. She hoped she could do it, but if she actually did, she would be afraid. What kind of woman could have four or five orgasms in one night under the rape of enemies? After being raped by so many men, was she really as lewd and depraved as a prostitute? Thinking about it, Leng Xue felt an uncontrollable bitterness welling up in her chest, and tears rolled down her cheeks without her realizing it. She wanted to control her emotions, but then she thought there was no need to. Going to accompany Luo Xijie was Lei Po's order, and she would have to suffer like this again upon returning. As a woman, shouldn't she feel wronged and shed tears? So her moans were mixed with sobs, and a string of crystal tears slowly fell down her beautiful cheeks.
Lei Po heard her sobs and his heart softened a little. Just as he was about to stop this game, the image of Luo Xijie's first time with her suddenly flashed into his mind. It seemed that Luo Xijie had also poured a bottle of red wine into her vagina like this, and even more disgustingly, he leaned in and drank it directly. In an instant, his nameless rage surged again. He abruptly stood up and walked to her.
Seeing his gaze, Leng Xue's heart sank. For some reason, his anger intensified. Just as she was filled with panic, Lei Po snatched the wine bottle and threw it far away. Immediately afterward, her body rolled over, and a few seconds later, his red-hot penis, like a red-hot iron rod, slammed into her still-flowing, strong liquor-filled vagina. The dull thud of flesh colliding echoed in the empty room. Leng
Xue was somewhat flustered. She didn't know what Lei Po was thinking, or why he was treating her with such violence. Her identity shouldn't have aroused his suspicion; otherwise, it wouldn't have been rape but torture. It must be related to Luo Xijie. He didn't want his woman to be with another man, but he was helpless because of Luo Xijie's status, and then he vented his anger on her. If that was the case, it wasn't a big problem; once he vented, everything would be fine. Thinking of this, Leng Xue's heart calmed down a little.
Humans are contradictory creatures, and Lei Po was no exception. He wanted to please Luo Xijie, yet privately he couldn't tolerate his arrogance; he was clearly infatuated with Leng Xue, but his reason refused to admit it. Contradictions lead to trouble, and this morning Luo Xijie had unilaterally promised that kid that if he did "that thing," he would hand her over. This wasn't just a matter of willingness, but also a matter of a man's dignity. Therefore, Lei Po's long-suppressed anger finally erupted.
Lei Po remained silent, like a powerful pile driver, repeatedly thrusting his hard, iron-like penis into her body. Under the onslaught of this storm of attacks, Leng Xue groaned softly, her groans mingled with sobs.
Although Leng Xue's judgment was correct, she had underestimated the extent of Lei Po's anger. When he finally stopped and withdrew his penis from her body, she thought he had vented enough. But she quickly realized her mistake, because Lei Po made her bend over like a dog on the coffee table. Then she heard a rustling sound; he seemed to be taking off something. A moment later, a whooshing sound came from behind her, and her raised buttocks were instantly stinging with pain. The sound was Lei Po unbuckling his belt. Although it hurt, Leng Xue didn't panic, because with his strength, even without using true energy, he could easily beat her to a pulp with brute force alone. This time, at most, there would be some redness and swelling. He only used two or three-tenths of his strength, which meant that anger hadn't made him lose his mind.
The belt, about two
and a half fingers wide, swung wildly in the air, and soon her raised, snowy buttocks were covered with crisscrossing bloodstains. Finally, Lei Po let out a long sigh of relief, and the heavy feeling in his chest began to dissipate.
"Go back to your room and sleep," Lei Po said, throwing away the belt.
Leng Xue jumped off the coffee table and followed Lei Po with shaky steps. She wasn't much more relaxed. Lei Po said he was going to sleep, but he would likely keep her going for another hour or two, or even longer. She was exhausted, barely able to walk, and desperately doubted whether her body, seemingly broken, could still muster any passion or desire.
Once in the room, Lei Po took off his clothes and leaned against the headboard. Leng Xue, naked from the waist down, removed her top and got into bed as well.
Lei Po pointed to his chest, his expression also showing signs of fatigue. After spending these past few days together, Leng Xue had mastered the signals he gave through body language and even his eyes. For example, pointing to his genitals meant he wanted her to give him a blowjob; pointing two inches higher meant he wanted her to masturbate in front of him; pointing to her breasts meant he wanted to play with her nipples, and so on. Now, Lei Po pointing to his chest meant he wanted her to lick his nipples. Leng Xue leaned against him, pressed her face against his chest, and gently sucked on his nipple with her alluring red lips. Lei Po's hand slowly moved down her back, his palm sliding into the deep crevice between her jade-like buttocks. Leng Xue straightened her legs and lifted them into the air, making it easier for him to find her vulva and clearly see its changes.
Lei Po was captivated by Leng Xue not only for her unparalleled beauty and unique, pure aura, but also for her precise control over every detail during sex and the surging passion she displayed at the peak of desire. These elements were indispensable to seducing a man as hard as steel as Lei Po. Just like now, Leng Xue turned to the side, gently licking his nipple while cupping her own breasts, sometimes gently rubbing them, sometimes lightly flicking the small buds atop her snow-white peaks with her fingertips. As Lei Po's nipples hardened in her mouth, her own nipples quietly bloomed. When Lei Po's hand reached her delicate vulva, her long, jade-like legs shot into the air like an elegant ballerina. Looking at this artistic and incredibly seductive scene, any man would become addicted, like an opium addict.
Although Qinglong Leipo will later pay a heavy price for his obsession, he is undoubtedly fortunate, for he has experienced an ultimate pleasure that is almost nonexistent in the world. Leng Xue's unparalleled beauty is already rare, and after arriving on the island, she systematically learned many techniques for pleasing men, making her particularly prone to arousal. However, the reason she is almost nonexistent in the world is not because of the aforementioned points, but more importantly, because she treats every sexual encounter with Leipo as a battle, displaying her most beautiful side to seduce him with a fighting spirit.
Leng Xue also had a sexual encounter with Xia Qingyang, but purely from an aesthetic point of view, neither her physical movements nor her posture can compare to those during her encounters with Leipo. This is because she no longer treats sex as a battle but as an enjoyment; her body and mind are relaxed, and her movements and postures are very casual, unlike now, when she maintains a constant tension, constantly performing, and constantly displaying her most beautiful side. Because of this, Lei Po increasingly lost interest in having sex with other women. He found the women in Paradise of Ultimate Bliss utterly unappealing, and he felt nothing for Mei Ji. Even the Phoenix Warriors he had once been so passionate about in Fallen Phoenix Prison now seemed utterly uninteresting.
As one of the strongest Phoenix Warriors of the younger generation, Leng Xue, though perhaps slightly inferior in martial prowess to Lei Po, one of the Five Divine Beasts of the Demonic Sect, was slowly gaining the upper hand in this war without gunpowder.
Since danger lurked everywhere in the battle, her seductive posture wasn't enough. According to her plan, her labia should slowly become moist and full under Lei Po's caresses, blooming like a flower between his fingers—that would be the most beautiful. But today she was too tired. Her labia and the depths of her vagina still burned with pain. No matter how hard she tried, her thin labia remained wilted, like petals struck by frost. Leng Xue
secretly observed Lei Po out of the corner of her eye. He didn't seem angry; he looked thoughtful, and she wondered what he was thinking. After about five minutes of licking, her legs, raised in mid-air, began to tremble, bending slightly as she couldn't stay straight. This position was exhausting, and she had almost no strength left.
"Do it. Go to sleep early when you're done," Lei Po said, propping himself up.
Leng Xue saw that his gesture meant for her to lie down, which surprised her. Usually, Lei Po would have her on top first, then change positions when she was panting and sweating. They were using the most basic missionary position, which is the easiest for a woman, requiring only her legs to be spread. However, because her vagina was dry, penetration was still somewhat difficult. Compared to before, Lei Po seemed like a different person; in Leng Xue's memory, he had never been so gentle. After dozens of thrusts, her vagina finally began to moisten, but Leng Xue knew perfectly well that she wasn't experiencing much sexual desire. Although her body tried her best to cooperate with Lei Po's movements, she dared not feign excitement. Lei Po knew her body well; if she pretended to be excited, he would see through her, and it would backfire. She looked at him with a pitiful gaze, her large, expressive eyes seeming to say: "I'm sorry, it's not that I don't want to, I'm just too tired today."
Lei Po probably understood her gaze, but remained expressionless. He mechanically increased his speed, and after about fifteen minutes, Leng Xue, based on her understanding of him, realized he was about to ejaculate, which surprised her even more. This was unprecedented; the time was so short, and he was about to ejaculate before she could even reach arousal. She had no time to think; her body clung to him like an octopus, twisting her slender waist and pert buttocks with her last ounce of strength, trying to give him as much pleasure as possible, even though she wasn't aroused herself.
Thick semen once again filled her vagina. After holding him for a while, Lei Po patted her shoulder and told her to get up. Leng Xue got a damp towel to wipe him clean, then quickly washed herself before returning to bed.
"Tired, go to sleep," Lei Po said, pulling the naked Leng Xue into his arms and turning off the light.
In the darkness, Leng Xue leaned against his chest; this was the seventh night he had held her as she slept. Lei Po sharing a bed with her was unexpected; although it meant he truly loved her, it was an unbearable torment for her. Leaving aside the issues of shame and humiliation—these things were buried deep within her heart—the greatest difficulty lay in the challenge to her spirit. One cannot be on edge 24/7. If she had a choice, she would rather return to Jinshui Garden. Although being raped by those scumbag men was incredibly painful, at least she wouldn't be so tense, and she could at least get a few hours of peaceful rest each night.
Leng Xue was terrified that she might suddenly talk in her sleep or even kill
the demon beside her who had taken her virginity. She barely slept the first night but dared not move an inch. But as one of the most outstanding Phoenix Warriors of the younger generation, her task was to turn the impossible into the possible. She had this resolve when she decided to go to Luofeng Island, so in the end, she persevered. Being able to fall asleep in Lei Po's arms was essential; sleep was the foundation of strength, and without sufficient energy, she couldn't survive on this demon island.
Soon, Leng Xue finally drifted off to sleep; she was exhausted today.
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Ten thousand miles of yellow sand, the setting sun like blood. In the vast desert, a triangular boulder, about half a meter high, stands majestically. The boulder appears out of place, but this is only the tip of the iceberg of its grandeur. Countless years of erosion have covered this hundred-meter-high pyramid with yellow sand, revealing its true form only after the fiercest sandstorms.
Outside the pyramid, the desert is calm as a mirror, but inside, a fierce battle rages like a tsunami.
Several men dressed in black surround a young girl. In the flickering light of the candles, they pounce on her like ferocious beasts, their attacks measured and perfectly coordinated. Although at a disadvantage, the girl remains fearless, her movements fluid and graceful, repelling each approaching man in black.
Suddenly, the candles go out. The men in black, seemingly able to see in the dark, attack with incredible precision. The girl parries left and right, yet is repeatedly struck. After about half a cup of tea's time, an extremely bright beam of light shines forth, enveloping the girl who has fallen to the ground.
The sudden shift from darkness to light blinded the severely injured girl. The men in black still surrounded her, hidden in the shadows, coldly watching their prey.
The girl struggled to her feet, her hair disheveled, yet it did nothing to diminish her breathtaking beauty.
In the previous assault, her clothes were tattered, her bosom wide open, her bra torn off, revealing her magnificent breasts. Her smooth, jade-like breasts shimmered translucently in the light, a beauty that was breathtaking.
The girl was none other than Xie Hanyan, the Phoenix Warrior who had traveled alone to Egypt. That night on the submarine, Luo Ziyan, before her death, had entrusted her with a very important mission to Egypt, instructing her not to report to her superiors for the time being, as there were spies from the Demonic Cult at the Dayu Mountain base. Egypt
was home to the Death Tower, one of the Demonic Cult's three major bases. After years of cultivation, the Demonic Cult had controlled Egypt's military and political circles; it was practically their territory. Just like Phoenix Island, before Leng Xue arrived, even Phoenix had difficulty pinpointing its exact location. The same was true in Egypt; Phoenix repeatedly sent elite forces to gather intelligence on the Tower of Death, but each attempt failed.
The reason was that the vast majority of Phoenix warriors were Chinese. In an African country, beautiful Asian women always stood out, attracting attention, making it difficult for Phoenix warriors to gain a foothold in Egypt. It was somewhat better in Cairo, being an international metropolis, but the Tower of Death was located over a hundred kilometers away near the town of Bahariya, a small town with a population of less than 100,000, making it even more difficult for Phoenix warriors to infiltrate there.
The item Jie Hanyan was going to retrieve was in Bahariya. Although she knew the Demonic Cult was in Egypt and the Tower of Death was in Egypt, she knew very little about the situation there. When she entered Egypt and arrived in Cairo, she was already being watched by the Demonic Cult. Asian women suspected of being Phoenix warriors were subjected to testing, including being followed, kidnapped, and monitored. These tasks were not only carried out by members of the Demonic Cult, but more often by bribed police officers or underworld figures. Because she was alone and highly suspicious, the test they used was the most brutal and direct method: kidnapping. At the moment of the attack, Jie Hanyan suspected it might be a test, so she initially didn't resist. However, when the kidnappers prepared to rape her, after much consideration and seeing that they weren't members of the Demonic Cult, she intervened and punished them. Now her identity was exposed. On her way to Baihariyaria, the Demonic Cult's experts intercepted her. After receiving martial arts training from Luo Ziyan, her skills improved greatly, and she repeatedly broke through the encirclement. However, fighting alone and unfamiliar with the area, she was ultimately severely injured by the Demonic Cult's experts. She hid in a cave under the cover of night, but unexpectedly, it was a trap set by the Demonic Cult. Various mechanisms and sleeping pills finally cornered her.
"Surrender. You are no longer able to fight," the leader of the men said in a deep voice. He wasn't tall but was extremely burly, with a huge head topped with curly brown hair, deep-set eyes, and a high-bridged nose. He was a native Egyptian, and although unremarkable in appearance, he was the Pharaoh's powerful general, the crocodile god Betak.
"You used a sleeping gas to ambush me, you despicable villains!" Xie Hanyan angrily rebuked. Even with her martial arts skills, the crocodile god Betak, though strong, couldn't have trapped her. However, she had been careless and her power had been greatly diminished by the sleeping gas, which was why she was injured. "
This is called 'all's fair in war.' You panicked and hid in this cave, who can you blame?" Although Betak was Egyptian, he spoke fluent Chinese.
Jie Hanyan held one palm to her chest, concentrating her energy. The corrosive effects of the intoxicating smoke, coupled with her repeated injuries, left her almost powerless to fight. A sense of despondency filled Jie Hanyan. After receiving instruction from Luo Ziyan, her martial arts had greatly improved, and she had confidently set off for Egypt. But not only had she failed to fulfill Luo Ziyan's important request, she was now surrounded and in imminent danger. She noticed a slow change in Betak's eyes; less wariness and seriousness had been replaced by a hint of frivolity and desire. Jie Hanyan understood what the man before her was thinking. If she had a choice, she would rather die here, but death was a luxury for her.
Betak waved his hand, and several men in black lunged at her. Their martial arts were far inferior to hers, but the severely injured Jie Hanyan could hardly withstand their attacks. In the chaos of battle, the man in black swung out several iron chains. Xie Hanyan tried her best to dodge, but two chains coiled around her delicate ankles like venomous snakes. She hurriedly channeled her remaining inner energy into her legs to avoid being pulled down. Just as she was trying to break free, Betak suddenly launched an attack from the front. Xie Hanyan stood firmly on the ground, parrying his storm of attacks with difficulty.
With her inner energy depleted, Xie Hanyan could only use skillful force to deflect his powerful palm strikes. Several times, when she seemed unable to block them, his attacks slowed down. Xie Hanyan saw his expression and immediately understood that his attacks were not aimed at defeating her, but rather at enjoying her performance.
Because of their practice of ancient martial arts, all the Phoenix Warriors were beautiful women. Although their beauty was so striking that it was difficult to distinguish who was more beautiful, there were three beauties among the younger generation of Phoenix Warriors. First on the list is Leng Xue, whose unique and pure aura is both awe-inspiring and alluring; second is Feng Wanqing, who possesses a special kind of charm, a captivating allure that can make any man fall in love at first sight; third is Jie Hanyan, whose beauty is natural, a goddess unattainable, her charm intoxicating, yet sometimes her fresh and natural beauty brings a sense of relaxation and intoxication.
Back in Hong Kong, during the struggle for the Yellow Emperor's Sword, the Demonic Cult's masters were all captivated by Jie Hanyan's naked body, and Betak is no exception. The Demonic Cult members all yearn for the opportunity to conquer the high-ranking Phoenix Warriors, but Phoenix Warriors are extremely rare in Egypt; over the years, only a handful have been captured alive. Betak's status isn't particularly high, so even if a Phoenix Warrior is captured, it might not be his turn. Betak last raped Phoenix Warrior three years ago. Although that Phoenix Warrior was beautiful, by the time it was his turn, she had already been raped by multiple men and was on the verge of death. No matter how hard Betak tried, the Phoenix Warrior was like a corpse, not even moving or making a sound.
After Jie Hanyan broke through the encirclement, the Demonic Cult set up ambushes in all directions. Betak didn't expect her to run into his trap. Making a contribution was secondary; the important thing was that after three years, he had another chance to conquer Phoenix Warrior. And the Phoenix Warrior before him was younger and more beautiful than the one three years ago. He was overjoyed, as excited as if he had won a million-dollar lottery. Capturing her alive was a certainty; he absolutely couldn't take her back directly, or he wouldn't get his turn. But if he did it here, he might be punished by the Pharaoh upon returning. But the temptation was too great, and such a young Phoenix Warrior was very likely still a virgin. If he could defile a Phoenix Warrior, even the most severe punishment would be worthwhile.
Taking advantage of his momentary lapse in concentration, Xie Hanyan struck him in the chest with a palm strike, but her strength was nearly depleted, and Betak felt only pain, not serious injury. This blow brought Betak back to his senses, and he, having made up his mind, launched a much fiercer attack. Xie Hanyan couldn't withstand his onslaught; her chest and abdomen were repeatedly struck, and she finally lost the ability to fight.
Xie Hanyan's naked body collapsed, and several men in black rushed over, supporting her and twisting her arms behind her back. Betak stared blankly at the bare, towering snow-capped peaks before him—works of art, more dazzling and flawless than the jewels in the pyramids. He stretched out his hands, his fingers clenching and unclenching involuntarily; he had already touched those majestic peaks with his previous blows, reliving the exhilarating feeling.
Looking into Betak's bloodshot eyes, Xie Hanyan's body grew colder and colder, her heart churning violently. For a Phoenix Warrior, the greatest tragedy was not dying in battle, but having one's dignity trampled and ravaged. Every Phoenix Warrior is taught from childhood never to give up on life, no matter how harsh the circumstances. Yet, this very doctrine has led countless Phoenix Warriors to walk the path of hell.
Another humiliation was about to befall her. She recalled the night she lost her virginity, the small boat, and the man named Yin Ziyang. Although he had taken her virginity, his subsequent actions had led Jie Hanyan to spare his life with mixed feelings. As for Yin Xiao and that utterly despicable Captain Locke, she wished she could tear them to pieces. And now she was about to face another Yin Xiao, another Captain Locke. Nightmare-like images flashed through her mind. Her beautiful face flushed crimson with rage, and her snow-capped breasts heaved like waves with her rapid breathing.
Betak's hand was only a foot away from her breasts, but his trembling arms hesitated to reach out. The sight before him was too beautiful, too beautiful for him to bear. The cave was silent, but beneath the silence, a dark tide of desire surged. Betak was stunned, his desire building, while the black-clad man holding Jie Hanyan's arms stared intently at her beautifully curved back, his hands moving extremely slowly between her forearms. To them, even the slightest movement was a form of caress; people of their level had never even had the chance to touch a Phoenix Warrior, let alone rape her. Suddenly, the two black-clad men holding her legs, bound by chains, half-squatted, half-knelt on either side of her feet, each grasping her slender, delicate ankles. They exchanged a glance and simultaneously lifted the hems of her black trousers, their grasps directly touching her skin. The cool, smooth feel drove them wild. Looking at the somewhat comical expressions of the men around her, Jie Hanyan recalled the men's reactions when they saw her naked body during the robbery of the Yellow Emperor's Sword. A thick, impenetrable sorrow enveloped her like a haze.
A beast is a beast after all. Faced with beauty beyond imagination, though momentarily stunned, it is ultimately swayed by its primal desires. The silence lasted about three minutes. Then, Betak's ugly face began to contort, his blood-red eyes blazing with predatory light. His enormous, fan-like hand instantly crossed the threshold, gripping the heaving, high breasts. Among the
three universally acknowledged beauties, Feng Linwan's breasts were the fullest, followed by Leng Xue, with Xie Hanyan's being slightly smaller. This was merely a comparison among the three; in Betak's eyes, the breasts he held were absolutely abundant. Though his hand was enormous, it covered at most half of the peaks. He clenched his fingers, sinking them deep. Although the rounded breasts were deformed under his rough grip, he still found them beautiful, still so alluring.
A sharp pain shot through her chest, but Xie Hanyan neither cried out nor resisted; her remaining strength was at most half a ounce. The man in black holding her hands wasn't a skilled fighter. With only half her strength, she could barely break free and strike him when he was off guard. But with her current strength, she knew she couldn't possibly injure him, and she'd be captured and humiliated again. Only two days into her stay in Egypt, she'd already been assaulted by men twice. Her kidnappers had started groping her in the car, even reaching inside her clothes to touch her breasts. She'd endured it then, but that endurance was different from now. Then she had the power; now she had no choice but to passively endure the torment.
The demonic cult's desire for the Phoenix Warrior wasn't merely lust; it also contained a greater sense of conquering pleasure.
Different people have different understandings of conquest and adopt different methods. For a beast controlled by instinct, conquest is destruction, conquest is annihilation. The instant Betak grasped that breast, he longed to hear the young Phoenix Warrior's screams of pain, even cries, but nothing came. The breast was crushed beyond recognition, yet it seemed not to be part of her body. Aside from a slightly furrowed brow, there was no other expression; her cold eyes held anger mixed with a hint of mockery and contempt. So Betak used even greater force to humiliate those breasts, which were once as beautiful as works of art, but he still couldn't see much change in her expression. He was utterly enraged. What happens when a beast is enraged? A beast bites. Betak's massive head suddenly loomed against her chest, his gleaming white teeth viciously biting into the buds atop her snow-capped peaks, which were swollen like rubber balls. The instant his hot, spitting mouth touched the tender buds, Jie Hanyan tried to resist with her last ounce of strength, but she restrained herself. As one of the most outstanding young Phoenix Warriors, her willpower and mental fortitude might be slightly inferior to Leng Xue, who had been trapped in the Demon's Lair, but not by much.
Fortunately, Betak hadn't completely lost his mind in his rage. This vicious bite, though drawing blood, at least didn't rip off her nipple, but it was only the beginning. He buried his head in her towering snow-capped peaks, gnawing and biting wildly like a boar. The surrounding men in black stared in disbelief at this frenzied scene, a glistening trail of saliva at the corners of their mouths.
How long it had been, Xie Hanyan felt every second was an eternity, but when Betak lifted his head from her chest, it felt like only a second had passed. After the ordeal, her breasts, once as perfect as works of art, had returned to their original shape, but the clearly visible teeth marks amidst the snow-white skin spoke of humiliation and brutality.
Betak wanted to continue, but time was of the essence. According to regulations, capturing a Phoenix Warrior required immediate reporting; the longer it took, the harder it would be to explain. Although he wanted to savor the moment, there was no time. Xie Hanyan's clothes were tattered, but her trousers were intact. Betak reached for her waistband, and at that moment, everyone in the cave gasped, their hearts pounding as if in their throats.
Unbuttoning her trousers, Betak swiftly pulled them down to her ankles, revealing her exquisitely curved, fair legs that dazzled the surrounding men. Betak remained in a half-squatting position, his gaze fixed on the point where her thighs met. Unlike taking off his trousers, Betak carefully grasped the sides of the pure white panties and gently pulled them down. These panties were newly bought by Xie Hanyan in Cairo. After being kidnapped, she had been thinking and enduring, only taking action after her kidnappers tore them to shreds. But less than twenty-four hours later, these newly bought panties were about to leave her body again.
The first thing he saw was a triangular pattern of fine black down, the down not very dense, even somewhat sparse. Then, after a slight bulge, two thin, tightly closed pink petals came into view. Betak's hands trembled violently as he silently murmured, "She must be a virgin, she must still be a virgin." Most men have a virginity complex. While Betak's status might not allow him to sleep with a Phoenix Warrior, deflowering a few ordinary virgins would be easy.
In his memory, even among virgins, no girl's private parts had ever been so delicate and alluring. His blood rushed to his head, and his body felt like a volcano about to erupt.

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