Flower-picking lecher, martial arts wonder

Title: The Flower-Picking Lecher (Martial Arts Romance)
Chapter 1
Outside the forest lay a desolate wilderness, devoid of human habitation. The wind howled fiercely, whipping up sand, gravel, and clumps of grass that tumbled and whistled across the uneven ground. Numerous potholes, their purpose unknown, swirled within them before being tossed into the air. The earth was a vast expanse of yellow, the road utterly desolate. Suddenly, amidst the wind, the sound of hooves approached. A
moment later, a magnificent horse came into view through the haze. The rider appeared to be completely hunched over the steed, controlling the reins as he galloped swiftly. The horse was exceptionally handsome, and the rider equally skilled. Encountering a pothole in the road, a tug on the rope, and the horse would let out a long neigh, leaping over the obstacle without needing to stop and detour. The horse seemed to slowly emerge from the dust, and the rider appeared oblivious to everything else, focused solely on getting to his destination.
He was a mysterious and enigmatic knight.
A long, drawn-out neigh, and the horse's hooves abruptly stopped. The knight leaped off, revealing himself to be a ragged beggar. He had tied the rope to an ancient locust tree, and before him stood a crumbling temple. The beggar hurried inside.
The gold paint on the Buddha statues was peeling off, riddled with holes. No one was worshipping any bodhisattvas; before the gods and Buddhas lay a collapsed altar.
In the center of the temple were piles of extinguished embers. Passing through the Buddhist altar, behind which are two ancient doors, one enters a spacious courtyard. However, the houses are dilapidated and in ruins, a scene of desolation. In the center of the main room stands a bronze statue of Mani, and the offering table before it, though old, is intact. On the table are offerings and an incense burner, indicating that people frequently worship there.
The beggar then went directly to the main room in the back courtyard, took out a stick of incense from his waist, lit it with a match, and inserted it into the incense burner. He then respectfully knelt and kowtowed, worshipping the Buddha. Instantly, the room was filled with the smoke of incense, and life returned.
After the beggar finished his prayers, he looked around the main room before entering. He walked around to the Buddha statue and knocked three times on the north wall. The wall began to move, revealing a hidden door. Two young monks, appearing to be about sixteen or seventeen years old, emerged from the door. Upon seeing the beggar, they immediately bowed and said, "Master is back," and "Please come in, Master."
After the two monks and the beggar entered, the hidden door closed again, appearing exactly like the original dilapidated wall, making it difficult to detect any flaws.
Beneath this crumbling temple lay another world, far removed from human life.
This is an extremely luxurious underground palace. Around the Yuan Dynasty, an emperor frequently visited the temple to offer incense and sacrifices. Because of the long journey, he couldn't return to court that day. So, he undertook a massive construction project beneath the temple, building this earthly paradise. Later, due to war and conflict between the north and south, the old emperor, frightened, died, and this peculiar palace was lost to history, passed down through generations until modern times when a monk who had long resided in the temple discovered its secret. Three years ago, during a period of chaos in the martial arts world, this beggar, pursued by numerous powerful figures, fled to this temple, discovered the monk's whereabouts, and killed him. He seized this secluded paradise, gathered several brothers, and there they indulged in a life of debauchery and unbridled debauchery.
At this moment, the high-ranking beggar was sitting in a grand chair, drinking and making merry. Two beautiful young girls, like two blooming peonies, exuding fragrance and wiping their delicate faces, danced and fluttered before him, pouring wine and serving food, exchanging flirtatious glances and uttering lewd words.
"Report!" A young monk stood respectfully before the grand chair: "Master, the hot water is ready. Please bathe and change. Which girl would you like to accompany you?
" "Hmm! Call Xiaomei and Xiaoyu!"
"Yes!"
Everything was antique and elegant. The walls of the bathroom were carved with patterns of nine dragons playing with a pearl and auspicious dragons and phoenixes, and colorful palace lanterns hung from the ceiling, casting a soft and pleasing light. The bathtub was rectangular, large and spacious enough for four people to bathe at the same time. The lower part of the four walls was inlaid with gleaming bronze mirrors. The rim of the tub was decorated with various lifelike ivory carvings of flowers. Everything here was a high-end work of art.
At this moment, the bathroom door opened, and three snow-white, jade-like bodies entered. The one in front was a high-ranking beggar. His muscles were clearly defined, like steel and iron. His well-developed pectoral muscles rolled from side to side like two large iron balls with the swing of his arms. His abdominal muscles were two rows of three, each with distinct edges and a glossy sheen. His thick, black pubic hair covered his entire lower abdomen, thighs, and genitals. His thick penis was at least seven inches long, always erect and swollen, regardless of time, place, or mood. The penis was dark red, with prominent veins and barbs. The glistening glans was wide open. The entire penis was straight and slightly trembling, tilting upwards, resembling a precious tiger's penis.
This girl named Xiaoyu was sixteen years old. She was petite, plump, and incredibly voluptuous. She had a round face, delicately arched eyebrows, and a cherry-like mouth, bright red and adorned with two rows of small, white teeth, displaying the noble elegance of an aristocratic family. Her skin was snow-white, smooth, and delicate, and her breasts were high and full. Her nipples resembled bright red cherries, and her bra area was an alluring pink. Her flat stomach shone brightly, her mons pubis was high and protruding like a steamed bun, her pubic hair was slightly yellow and curly, with a suitable density, and the lower part of her inverted triangle was faintly visible. Her bright red clitoris, like a red agate, shimmered slowly. Her legs were shapely and full, and her buttocks were wide and round, noticeably protruding, swaying from side to side as she walked.
Xiaomei was a lively and romantic sixteen-year-old girl. She had a slender, graceful figure with well-defined curves. Her beauty was striking; she had two dimples when she smiled, exuding charm and allure. Her cherry lips and fragrant tongue, coupled with her soft, sweet voice, were melodious and captivating. Her skin was smooth and delicate, her breasts firm and high, full of elasticity, with bright red nipples. Her pubic hair was jet black and glossy, thickly surrounding her triangle area and the sides of her labia. Her buttocks were plump, and her legs were long and slender. Her eyes were large and expressive, brimming with affection. When she spoke, her eyebrows danced with delight, making her incredibly charming.
At this moment, the high-ranking beggar walked to the bronze basin and began washing his face with great gusto. With each swing of his arms, his thick, long penis trembled, causing the two girls to cover their mouths and smile. The beggar vigorously rubbed his face with both hands. When he suddenly turned around, his filthy, ugly appearance had vanished, replaced by that of a handsome middle-aged man, dashing, romantic, and full of youthful vigor.
He was about thirty-five or thirty-six years old, thin, with a long, narrow face, thick eyebrows, and a pair of bright, piercing eyes. Above his left cheek was a very noticeable scar, a souvenir from three years ago when he was being hunted during the chaos in the martial arts world. Without this scar, this emperor would not be enjoying his paradise, and he would not have the carefree life he enjoys today. It was precisely because of this scar that he became famous. Everyone in the martial arts world knew of Wang Xiaotian, the eldest disciple of the Three Cliffs Swordsman. But later, he repeatedly robbed wealthy homes and indulged in wine and women; the martial arts world bestowed upon him the disgraceful nickname "The Flower-Picking Lecher."
Steam rose, smoke filled the air, and a man and two women lay flat in the bathtub. Wang Xiaotian was in the middle, with Xiaomei on his left and Xiaoyu on his right. The hot water soaked their bodies, nourishing their minds and bodies, while simultaneously stimulating the man's penis and the women's vaginas. Three warm currents rose in their hearts at the same time.
Male hormones immediately became active. Wang Xiaotian stretched out his whole body, and the hot water in the tub actually floated his body, his thick penis bobbing up and down like a fish float, sometimes visible, sometimes hidden.
Meanwhile, Xiaomei and Xiaoyu relaxed their bodies, their four white, tender breasts sometimes emerging from the water, sometimes submerged, swaying with the movement of the surface. Their long, black hair, like black silk, floated in the water, sometimes swaying against Wang Xiaotian's chest, sometimes curling against his face. Xiaomei and Xiaoyu's four large, watery eyes were fixed on the long, thick penis that appeared and disappeared intermittently.
Wang Xiaotian's hands began to move, one arm around Xiaoyu, the other around Xiaomei, kissing her left and then her right, his embrace growing tighter and tighter.
The young girl, her heart pounding with desire, was tightly bound by Wang Xiaotian's steel-like arms. Her four large, tender breasts were pressed firmly against his pectoral muscles. At that moment, it felt as if an unnamed insect was slowly wriggling in Xiaoyu's heart, its thorny claws pricking her every sensual nerve like needles. She involuntarily let out a soft moan: "Ah... hum... um... um
..." Meanwhile, Xiaomei, held tightly like a vise, felt her youthful blood surging and boiling like boiling water. Her legs were burning hot, throbbing in waves. Her labia minora contracted and opened greedily, waiting for something. A stream of heat overflowed from her cervix, flowing along her tender, red flesh, impacting her labia majora and minora, and then gathering in the clear, transparent bathwater. A surge of female hormones coursed through her, and she uttered soft, seductive moans: "Ah, my pussy is so itchy, hum, um..." Her trembling little hands gripped Wang Xiaotian's thick, long, and red penis, squeezing and kneading it
. At the same time, Xiaoyu's hand reached between Wang Xiaotian's legs, but it touched Xiaohui's hand, so it slid down and grasped the large testicles at the base of his penis, gently kneading them...
A fire of desire ignited in Wang Xiaotian's chest, burning brighter and brighter, making him tremble all over. This fire of desire was like a missile, heading straight for his lower body. As the projectile approached the center of the heat, he straightened up as much as possible, making his lower abdomen bulge out to the maximum, allowing his two little hands to pinch, knead, and squeeze to their hearts' content
... Xiaomei and Xiaoyu turned their heads at the same time, kissing Wang Xiaotian's cheeks wildly, like chickens swooping down.
"Stop!" Wang Xiaotian shouted
, straightening up. His shout startled the two girls awake.
"Quick! Get in bed and have some fun!"
"That was scary!"
"You scared me!"
Xiaoyu and Xiaomei helped Wang Xiaotian out of the bath and onto a thick silk-cotton bed, which Wang Xiaotian had specially prepared for their playtime. It was large and soft. The three of them simultaneously dried themselves with towels and lay quietly in the center of the bed, waiting for Xiaoyu and Xiaomei to get in.
After the two girls got into bed, they pounced on Wang Xiaotian. The three of them embraced tightly, kissing passionately. Their four white breasts pressed and rubbed against Wang Xiaotian's chest, and the two girls simultaneously let out high-pitched moans...
"Stop!" Wang Xiaotian began to instruct: "Xiaoyu, straddle my head, spread your labia with both hands, and place them on my mouth. I will lick your vulva. Xiaomei, kneel between my legs and lick my penis with your little mouth. Okay, now begin."
Upon hearing the command, the two girls clapped and cheered happily, quickly getting into position.
So, Xiaoyu placed her vulva on Wang Xiaotian's head, spread her labia to reveal her bright red, tender flesh, aimed it at his mouth, and half-squatted, straddling his face. Xiaomei knelt between his legs, her alluring eyes fixed on Wang Xiaotian's long, thick, red and purple penis, the glans glistening, the single eye bulging open, the entire pubic hair, dark and fluffy, covering her lower abdomen and thighs. She greedily grabbed the penis and put it into her cherry-like mouth.
She looked, turned it over, licked it, and looked again. She saw the glans bulging, like a thick earthworm coiled at the end of the glans. She saw bulging blue veins coiled on the shaft, and hard barbs tilting regularly towards the glans. She was mesmerized, stunned, and dumbfounded. She grabbed the big penis and swallowed it like a sausage, sucking and licking desperately, as if the penis had pierced her heart, her chest, her abdomen, and then emerged from her vagina. She felt unbearably hot all over, and her vagina was unbearably itchy. Suddenly, a warm current flowed down from her lower abdomen and overflowed from her vagina.
At this moment, Xiaoyu's little pussy was right in front of Jiang Xiaotian's mouth. He greedily parted her two thick labia with his hands, exposing as much of the tenderest, most sensitive, and most stimulating red flesh as possible. He was naturally long-tongued and could penetrate deep into the inner walls, twisting and turning to his heart's content, making Xiaoyu feel flustered and incredibly itchy. She moaned and groaned, so comfortable that she didn't even know what she was saying: "You... are so good... so... long... all the way in... ah... so... beautiful." Suddenly, Jiang Xiaotian tilted his head back and took Xiaoyu's bright red clitoris into his mouth, sucking and licking it fiercely. Xiaoyu trembled all over, her body throbbing and scratching. Her upper body swayed incessantly, and her vulva was also stimulated by the hard stubble on his face, causing spasms that almost made her feel like she was in heaven.
Over here, Xiaomei's lust was further aroused by the pungent smell of male body odor and the pungent odor of penises. Her pink neck moved up and down, her small mouth opening and closing rhythmically, causing Wang Xiaotian's large penis to swell and throb. Clear, transparent fluid seeped from the small hole at the tip of the glans, which was quickly sucked clean by her tender red mouth.
Xiaoyu had reached the point of dancing wildly, frantically pressing her buttocks downwards, gushing out streams of lustful fluid from her vagina. But the maddening itching was tormenting her, making her want only for that large penis to penetrate to the very end and relieve this unbearable torment. She gritted her teeth, clenched her fists, bent and stretched her jade legs, twisted her waist and rotated her hips. Her head was like a peddler's drum, her long hair flying in the air, her small face like a blooming red camellia, her legs tightly closed, her eyebrows slightly furrowed, and she was emitting indistinct moans.
“Ouch…ouch…good man…this…this…is too…torturous…to…people…”
“Ah! Good! Lick it…inward…toward…this…it’s so itchy…mmm…oh…mmm…ah…”
At this moment, Xiaomei’s juices overflowed, flowing down her two plump jade legs, making her weak and limp. In her desperation, she abandoned her attempts to suckle. She rolled over, straddled Wang Xiaotian, grasped his large penis, positioned her small, round, plump vulva against the glans, and sat down hard.
"Oh my god, it feels so good...so full, so thick!"
Wang Xiaotian's engorged, thick penis, like a red-hot iron rod, was thrust into Xiaomei's vagina, gripped tightly by the fleshy opening. The girl's vagina was stretched taut, and a stimulating pleasure quickly spread throughout Xiaomei's body—numb, itchy, sore, and tingling, an indescribable comfort.
"Faster! Faster! Milk...touch...rub...my breasts!" Xiaomei cried out, her moans growing louder and louder.
Wang Xiaotian continued sucking on Xiaoyu, his hands grasping Xiaomei's pair of white, full breasts, kneading them and pinching her nipples. Simultaneously, his hips moved in sync with the movements of Xiaomei's plump buttocks, thrusting in and out.
Xiao Mei's eyes rolled back in her head, she gasped repeatedly, her flower core wide open, her blood boiling, waves of itching and trembling washing over her, all her nerves at their peak of excitement. She continued to writhe her plump, white buttocks, moaning:
"Ouch...ouch...ah...ah...so good...fuck me to death...fuck me to death...ah...oh...it's all over again...yes...I'm going to cum...oh...oh...it's so wonderful!"
After saying this, a gush of vaginal fluid shot out, her jade arms and legs no longer obeying her commands, completely paralyzed, her soft, limp body pressing against Wang Xiaotian's body.
Seeing that Xiao Mei had reached her climax and ejaculated, Xiao Yu hurriedly pushed her off. Wang Xiaotian's penis was still erect and proud, its glans thick and red. Xiao Yu smoothly moved her vagina closer, and the hot penis slid in all the way.
“Ah!… It’s so swollen… so swollen…
” “You… will definitely… play… play… play… me…”
When Wang Xiaotian’s big penis was inserted into her vagina, Xiaoyu cried out, her face turned a little pale, she couldn’t help but sweat, she clenched her teeth and her whole body trembled.
Xiaoyu felt as if a red-hot iron rod was stirring inside her vagina, swelling and making her feel incredibly comfortable. The sensation of tingling, numbness, soreness, and itching was indescribably pleasurable. The large glans, moving in and out of her vagina, rubbed against the tender flesh, creating an exquisite pleasure!
"Oh my god...so comfortable...so beautiful...so good!" she cried
. She slowly twisted her waist and turned her hips. Wang Xiaotian reached out and kneaded her breasts; her bright red nipples, the size of grapes, were beautiful and captivating.
Wang Xiaotian thrust his hips upwards, inserting his long, fleshy penis more than an inch further.
"Ouch! Be gentle, it's almost inside my uterus... Aren't you satisfied yet...?" Xiaoyu rolled her eyes, panting heavily... She was incredibly alluring, beautiful, captivating, and utterly wanton.
"Ah... Mmm... That's great... Ouch..."
The more he thrust, the more energetic and frenzied he became. When his glans touched her clitoris several times, Xiaoyu couldn't help but moan. She leaned down, hugging Wang Xiaotian even tighter, her whole body convulsing more violently.
Xiaoyu's moans inspired Wang Xiaotian. His hips moved more and more vigorously. He thrust upwards, she pressed downwards, their movements perfectly synchronized, their rhythm precise. Xiaoyu's large, white buttocks twisted frantically, her movements becoming increasingly excited, her heart more and more aroused. Her vaginal walls contracted in waves, her clitoris sucking at his glans, his glans colliding with her clitoris, making Wang Xiaotian shout and scream with pleasure.
“Good…good skill…so comfortable…squeeze harder…suck…suck again…oh…good…so beautiful, oh…I’m going to cum…ah…ah…”
“Oh, my good man…I can’t take it…I can’t…I’m going to die…oh…good…so beautiful, oh…I’m coming…ah!…oh…”
Before the moans were finished, a torrent of fluids gushed out, soaking the pubic hair of both of them. Xiaoyu, exhausted, pressed herself against the man’s body.
Chapter Two
In the southwest of this desolate, forested area, there is a famous town called Peacock Feather.
This town is prosperous and bustling with activity. There is a tiled roof street in the town, and on the tiled roof street is the Tongle Tea Garden. This place served as both a storyteller's house and an inn, providing lodging for merchants traveling from north to south.
It was also a hub for brothels, varying in size and class, with the most famous and extravagant being the Hidden Flower Pavilion.
The Hidden Flower Pavilion was a small, east-facing courtyard housed in a two-story building. A central courtyard housed a lilac tree, which, though receiving little sunlight, was still lush and fragrant. Upon entering, there was a passageway with a three-room, one-bright-side flower hall on each side, along with the kitchen, accounting office, outhouse, and the living quarters for the madam, servants, cook, and accountant. Upstairs, there were six rooms on the east and west sides, and four rooms on the north and south sides, totaling twenty small single rooms. These were the bedrooms used by the prostitutes to receive clients. There were a dozen or so girls, the oldest no more than twenty-five, the youngest only fourteen or fifteen. They were all named after flowers: Red Flower, Orchid, Spring Flower, Plum Blossom, Chrysanthemum, Jade Flower
… The madam of the Hidden Flower Brothel, surnamed Ding, was an extremely fat woman, so fat she had no neck or waist. She was over forty, short, stocky, and stout, and always wore bright red and green lace-trimmed trousers and jackets. The prostitutes nicknamed her "Big Leather Jar.
" Recently, Big Leather Jar had been all smiles and radiant, because a few days ago a golden phoenix had suddenly arrived—a wealthy woman who, because of a romantic affair, had been driven from her home and sought refuge at the Hidden Flower Brothel, becoming a prostitute herself. It was truly a windfall! In the past, Da Pi Gang spent a fortune buying young and beautiful young women, hoping to make a fortune and see them as money trees and treasure troves. Who would have thought that a gust of wind would bring in a girl as beautiful as a fairy?
One morning, Da Pi Gang was sleeping in when her cousin, Gui'er, the gatekeeper, came in and woke her.
"What's bothering me?!"
"Sister, a woman is outside looking for you!"
"What?!" Da Pi Gang was startled and jumped out of bed. She put on her clothes and went outside, where she was stunned.
The young woman was fair-skinned and delicate, with an oval face that was white with a rosy glow. Beneath her perfectly arched eyebrows, long and short, thick and thin, were a pair of bright, almond-shaped eyes. Below her slightly upturned nose was a small, cherry-like mouth with red lips and white teeth. A beauty mark adorned her right cheek. Large, clearly solid gold earrings adorned her perfectly shaped earlobes. Her long, ink-black hair shimmered like satin, with bangs naturally framing her forehead. She had long, slender limbs and delicate fingers. A cat-eye ring adorned the middle finger of her right hand, and a pair of emerald bracelets graced her slender wrists. She looked no more than twenty, an absolute beauty from a painting.
Despite the madam's habitually critical and discerning eye when looking at women, she couldn't find a single fault with her; she had never seen anyone so beautiful.
The woman in the large vat was stunned, dumbfounded, and seemed completely numb. She was in a state of frenzy for several days. She named this beauty Fairy Flower, arranged the best room for her, and provided her with the finest furniture and decorations. She prepared three meals a day, including fried, stir-fried, and boiled dishes, chicken, duck, fish, and meat. She practically worshipped Fairy Flower like a Bodhisattva.
For days, wealthy merchants, gentry, and other prominent figures in town had come seeking favors, only to be turned away one by one. Xianhua said, "I need to rest for a few days before I can receive guests. Even then, only those I, your servant, can see me; otherwise, I will not see anyone."
Da Pi Gang repeatedly agreed, "Good, good, good, all as agreed!"
It was a bright and sunny morning, the rays of dawn bathing the Hidden Flower Pavilion in a dazzling glow. Da Pi Gang, grinning widely, sat in a grand chair in the courtyard, awaiting the arrival of the God of Wealth. A dozen or so regular customers arrived that morning, each taken away by their respective favorite girls. Later, four more customers seeking new patrons arrived, also taken away by their respective girls. Da Pi Gang still did not allow Xianhua to show herself. Afterwards, two more groups came for "tea parties," and were again taken away by several girls. It was nearing dusk.
This was the golden hour, the peak time for the prostitutes to receive guests.
At the entrance of the Hidden Flower Brothel, under two large red lanterns, stood two girls greeting customers. Seeing passersby, they would flirt with them in a seductive manner.
"Young master, come and have some fun! We guarantee you'll be satisfied. They're all young girls under twenty."
"Husband, have some fun! Life is short, why not? Do whatever you like, sir."
Just then, a middle-aged man with a large belly approached. He had slanted eyebrows, small eyes, a bulbous nose, and a toad-like mouth. He swayed as he walked towards the brothel, and the two girls hurriedly went to greet him.
"Hey! Director Xue, what wind blew you here? Come on in and have a seat!"
"Director Xue, you've gotten quite plump! Last time you really got me wrapped around your little finger, that thing of yours was quite a sight!"
"Ha! Ha! Ha! It's Chrysanthemum Girl, Osmanthus Girl! Today I'm here to visit newcomers. I heard a Seventh Fairy has arrived at the Hidden Flower Pavilion. Damn it, today I'm going to have a good taste of her, I'm going to have a blast!"
"You mean our new sister, her name is Fairy Flower?"
"Hey, Director Xue, she's not taking customers right now."
"What do you mean she's not taking customers? Damn it, who else do you think I am! This is giving her face!" Big-bellied Xue entered, pursing his lips.
Big Leather Jar hurriedly greeted him: "Oh, Supervisor, why are you so relaxed today? Come and visit my little temple
." Xue Daduzi, his face full of fat, straightened up: "Big Leather Jar, quickly call out the new Fairy Flower, I need to interrogate her!"
Big Leather Jar dared not delay: "Yes, yes, yes, please sit, please sit!" Big Leather Jar followed Fairy Flower downstairs. Fairy Flower stepped forward and quickly bowed: "Sir, this humble servant greets you." Fairy Flower stood shyly to the side.
"What's your name? Where are you from? Why are you in this line of work
?" "My name is Mo Xian, and my mother-in-law named me Xianhua. I'm new to your esteemed place, and now I'm under your jurisdiction. Please be kind enough to let me earn a living."
"Hmm, you're quite eloquent. However, you're from out of town; you can't do without a guarantor!" Xue Dadu's small eyes stared intently at Xianhua, his heart pounding with anxiety.
"So, you need a guarantor, sir? There is one; he's in my room. You can go up and ask him yourself!" Xianhua winked at Xue Dadu, which was like a hook, a thread, drawing Xue Dadu's soul. He involuntarily followed Xianhua upstairs, leaving the large leather vat and the steward there, both amused and exasperated.
Upstairs, facing west, the room on the north side was Xianhua's bedroom.
Inside, a scroll painting hung prominently, depicting a concubine bathing. A couplet adorned the side, the first line reading: "Countless storms of clouds and rain over the Wu Gorge, bees come and butterflies go, their sounds harmonizing like flutes, pipes, and sheng," and the second line: "A hundred years of turbulent love, phoenixes play and dragons roam, their melodies harmonizing like zithers, lutes, and pipa." A wooden tea table sat against the west side, flanked by two celadon embroidered stools. Against the north wall was a wooden bed, draped with a red silk curtain. Xianhua, holding a high doorway, ushered in Xue Da-du, then poured a cup of tea and presented it to him.
"Commander Xue, please sit down,"
she said. "Where is your guarantor?" Xue Da-du asked, sitting on the embroidered stool, his voice drawn out, his eyes slanted.
"Don't worry, you'll find a guarantor, Commander Xue. May I ask your age?" Xianhua sat on the bed, pulled a folded quilt behind her, and propped her long legs up on the edge of the bed, smiling at Xue Da-du.
Xue Daduzi stared intently at Xianhua's snow-white thighs, then suddenly snapped out of his daze and blurted out, "Ah, forty-two."
"Oh dear, you really don't look it. Don't tell me, I think you're at most thirty," Xianhua said, somewhat surprised.
"Indeed, an old man."
"Hmm, just the age of being a tiger in the throes of passion." Xianhua said, glancing at him again, then slowly taking off her vest, saying, "It's unusually warm today, Commander Xue, why don't you take off your robe too? Wouldn't that be more convenient...
?" This Xue Daduzi was quite obedient; he turned and took off his robe, then turned back to say something, but suddenly his eyes widened, and the words he had just opened remained unspoken; he simply stood there, dumbfounded.
Xianhua was completely naked, leaning against the quilt, her two fair thighs crossed, her beautiful arms and slender fingers slowly combing her long hair…
“Commander Xue, look, I’m really sweating. Could you please hand me that towel?” Xianhua’s phoenix eyes slanted.
Xue Dadu hurriedly grabbed the towel from the basin stand and handed it to her. Xianhua grabbed the towel and her hand, slowly pulling it towards her chest, saying in a strange voice, “Just wipe me off.”
Xue Dadu was flattered and began wiping Xianhua’s neck and back, shivering. After a few wipes, he abandoned the towel and grabbed her breasts, kneading and squeezing
… “Wait, wait!” Xianhua roared.
Xue Dadu was startled and immediately stopped what he was doing.
"Commander Xue, aren't you afraid your wife will be furious when you get home
?" "No! No! She wouldn't dare!"
"Then my guarantor..."
"What the hell is a guarantor? I am the guarantor!"
"It's a deal!"
"A promise is a promise!
" Just then, a commotion erupted downstairs, and someone rushed upstairs: "Something's wrong! Someone's causing trouble!"
"Bang, bang, bang!" A knock came at Xianhua's door.
"Commander Xue, Supervisor Xue, hurry and see! There's trouble again!"
"Who!
" "Old Ma!"
"Give him a couple of coins and send him away!"
"There's a bunch of beggars who insist on burning down the brothel!"
"Give them money!" "
He doesn't want money, he wants girls." "
Then give him one to serve him." "He doesn't want anyone else, he wants Fairy Flower!" "Tell him, I've got Fairy Flower today!
" "He won't have it! " "Let's go! Let's see!" What is this Old Ma? He's the town's "beggar leader," practically the head of the Beggars' Gang. He's only eighteen or nineteen, but he's a skilled martial artist with exceptional abilities. It's said that there 's a renowned master in the wild forest a hundred miles away. Therefore, he's a local tyrant whom the common people dare not offend and the business world can't do anything about. Although Xue Dadu was seething with anger, Ma Laosi had no choice but to smile and try to get on his good side. "Who do we have here? It's Brother Fourth! We're all family here, let's talk this out!" "Hey, Brother Xue, I'd like to find a girl to keep me company today!" "Oh, is that so? Fourth, if you're short of money, just tell me!" "Bullshit! When have we ever been short of that stuff!" Then, with a "clatter," he pulled a large silver ingot from his pocket and slammed it on the table: "Let me tell you, Big Belly! I heard it's getting dark, and I've heard a little beauty has arrived. I'll have her keep me company for a good night's sleep!" Xue Big Belly, hearing this, dared not vent his anger, suppressing his rage, but still managed to provoke him: "Brother, your ears are really long!" "Hmph! Who can hide a fart from me on this patch of earth!" "That's right! A newcomer has arrived, but I got here first, so you'll have to make do. " "No way! Fourth Master only goes first!" Ma Laosi challenged. "What if I don't let you win today?" Xue Daduzi's face turned pale with anger. "Then don't blame me for being stubborn, brother." "Fine! Then make your move!" At this moment, the seemingly clumsy Xue Daduzi suddenly charged forward like an arrow, raising his fist to strike Ma Laosi. Ma Laosi was prepared; his feet seemed to have wheels, dodging to the side. He channeled his inner energy, and with a shout, threw a punch at Xue Daduzi's left ribs. Xue Daduzi, however, was incredibly agile and nimble. He lunged forward with a whirlwind kick, covering more than ten feet, then twisted and charged at Ma Laosi again. His short, stout figure possessed an unusually sharp and swift palm technique, each move more forceful than the last, relentlessly pressing forward until Ma Laosi was panting heavily after a few rounds.

If we're talking about Xue the Belly, he was originally a martial arts master. He had inherited the Lu family's boxing style from a young age. Although he hadn't reached the pinnacle of skill, he was certainly no mediocre fighter. His flying palms, which seemed strange and seemingly unorthodox, were all deadly. Sweeping, parrying, thrusting, and stabbing—each move aimed at Ma Laosi's vital points. At this moment, Ma Laosi could only parry, unable to retaliate.
Suddenly, a shout of "Charge
!" shook the entire town. In an instant, in the courtyard, on the stairs, in the corridor, and in the flower hall, twenty or thirty beggars—young and old, large and small, missing limbs, with slanted eyes and crooked mouths, wearing long robes and short jackets, with long hair in braids, some carrying broken pots and wielding ladles, others throwing bowls and ladles—all rushed towards the Belly.
Xue Dadu stopped his pursuit. Looking closely, he was furious. He'd delivered three sweeping kicks, sending the beggars staggering and screaming, rolling on the ground. Just then, a loud roar came from the rooftop: "
I, Old Man Laozi, am here!"
A gust of cool wind swept into the courtyard, and a figure descended like an eagle spreading its wings, landing in the middle of the yard. This man was ragged, his face filthy, his shoes and socks revealing his toes, and his appearance unremarkable. "Ha! Ha! Ha!" he roared, his two bright eyes darting around, revealing two rows of white teeth.
Everyone in the courtyard froze, momentarily stunned.
"This must be the county magistrate's chief inspector," Old Man Laozi asked with a sneer.
"Yes...no...yes..." Xue Dadu stammered, still bewildered.
"You're bullying a bunch of poor beggars? That's a bit inhumane!"
"Who are you
?" "Let's fight first! Today I'll kill you dogs who rely on your master's power! Take this!"
The old man finished speaking, channeling his inner energy throughout his body. With a shout of "Ah!", he flung his fists through the air, throwing a punch straight at the opponent.
Xue Daduzi, seemingly fully awake and prepared, also reacted, blocking the punch upwards. A sharp "Crack!" echoed as their palms collided. Both men stood motionless, each inwardly surprised, and simultaneously took a step back.
At this moment, both sides were in high spirits, exchanging blows with palms, their palms striking each other, creating a whooshing sound. The fight in the courtyard had reached a fever pitch. Old Man Lao's two fleshy palms moved unpredictably, each move pressing forward, making Xue Daduzi dizzy and impatient. Suddenly, Old Man Lao leaped more than ten feet into the air, performing a "Dragon Probing the Sea" maneuver. His left palm transformed into a finger, and just as he landed, he thrust it straight at Xue Daduzi's vital acupoint. With a cry of "Ah!", Xue Daduzi spat out a mouthful of blood more than ten feet away, leaving bloodstains all over the wall, before collapsing to the ground with a thud.
Old Man Lao hadn't intended to kill him, but he also didn't want to let him off easily, so he completely crippled him while sparing his life.
At this moment, everyone in the courtyard gathered around, and Big Leather Jar was the first to shout: "Hey! Isn't this Wang Xiaotian, the great hero Wang? You've rid our Canghualou of a great scourge, I must thank you properly!"
It turned out that Wang Xiaotian was a regular customer of Canghualou. Today, he had come to the Canghualou to meet the new beauties, but unexpectedly encountered this chaotic fight, so naturally he had to stand on the side of the beggars.
Wang Xiaotian walked up to Xue Daduzi and kicked him hard: "Let me tell you, I'm letting you go today, sparing your dog's life, but if you ever cause trouble at Canghualou again, I won't let you off! Get out of here!"
Xue Daduzi, like a stray dog, struggled to his feet and fled out the door.
Wang Xiaotian clasped his hands in a fist and said to the beggars: "Brothers, you've worked hard. I have some loose silver here, let's divide it up!" Saying this, he took off his bundle and handed it to Ma Laosi.
At this moment, Ma Laosi was extremely excited and knelt down with a thud, followed by all the beggars.
"Brothers, it's getting late, let's find a place to eat!"
"Thank you, great hero!"
A fierce battle raged on, witnessed entirely by Xianhua upstairs. She had been pondering this old man, wondering who he was and why his martial arts were so superb
. "Xianhua... come downstairs!" It was Da Pi Gang's voice.
"Yes! Coming right away."
After Xianhua came downstairs, Da Pi Gang hurriedly introduced her: "Xianhua, this is Hero Wang. He rid our Canghua Brothel of a menace. You should keep him company." "Yes." Xianhua smiled shyly: "Hero, please!"
The terrifying battle just now had scared away all the patrons, and the prostitutes had all gone to bed. The entire Canghua Brothel was unusually quiet. Only Ding Gui downstairs was cleaning up the black bloodstains and the pots, pans, and dishes of the beggars in the courtyard.
Wang Xiaotian sat on a celadon embroidered stool on a sandalwood tea table, sipping tea while admiring the painting of a concubine emerging from her bath. Xianhua, swaying her slender waist and plump hips, bustled about, bringing Wang Xiaotian a plate of pastries, a plate of candy, and a plate of black and white melon seeds. Then, she instructed Ding Gui to prepare the bathwater before sitting on the embroidered stool opposite Wang Xiaotian, her alluring, provocative phoenix eyes darting back and forth across his face.
What an old man! He was clearly a handsome middle-aged man, with thick eyebrows, a straight nose, and upturned lips—clear, well-defined features. Why did he have to make his face look so dirty? He was generous; the silver he had just given to the beggars must have been at least several dozen taels. Why was he dressed like an old man in his seventies
? He was clearly only in his thirties; why did he dress himself up like an elderly man in his seventies?
What a stunningly beautiful woman! She is clearly a lady of noble birth, elegant and graceful, with captivating charm. Why then was she abandoned by her home, forced to wander the world, and reduced to prostitution? She is so young, with a face full of childlike innocence, yet she is so mature and composed. It is said that she has chests full of jewels and jade in the brothel, enough to enjoy a lifetime of wealth and luxury. Why then did she come to the brothel to earn this pittance? It's a complete mystery.
"Master Wang, did you come to the brothel today specifically for this purpose, or were you just passing by?" Xianhua asked, her eyes narrowed, conveying a sense of longing.
"Of course! I came here specifically. I heard a vixen came to the Hidden Flower Pavilion, so I came here today to taste some wild game!"
"Ha, ha, ha, isn't the wild flower sweeter than the garden flower? Don't you think so?" Fairy Flower laughed lewdly, then suddenly her face hardened: "However, my tender flesh isn't so delicious! Most people don't have that kind of luck."
"What do you mean
?" "First, my little hole is incredibly tender, you'll see in a moment. However, it has a special innate function: its suction is too strong, most men can't handle it. Second, its contractile force is strong. Once your penis is inserted, the walls of the hole feel like countless different-sized snares, writhing up and down together, like chewing sausage, causing you to ejaculate immediately, while I get no pleasure. This creates a powerful suction in the uterus, making it impossible for you to pull out your penis. Third, if your penis isn't seven inches long, and the glans is thin and dry, then we can only be friends.
" These words both surprised and delighted Wang Xiaotian. He was surprised that this seemingly celestial woman possessed such strange physiological phenomena. He was delighted because for years he had been searching for a "living hole" to experience, and despite traveling all over the country, he had never been able to find one. Now, facing this beautiful woman, she was the "living hole" he had dreamed of day and night. However, she could also release a powerful suction force, which left Wang Xiaotian at a loss.
But he still insisted on being a hero, saying, "Alright, let's get down to business."
"Okay! Please go inside and bathe."
Wang Xiaotian went to the inner room, where a large bathtub was placed in the center. The water in the tub was at a comfortable temperature, so he sat down and began to bathe.
Xianhua closed the windows and locked the door in the outer room. She took off her clothes one by one and hung them on a sandalwood clothes rack. Naked, she walked to the dressing mirror and began to apply natural perfume to her body. Then, she deliberately spread her legs, dipped her slender fingers in the perfume, and gently stroked her vulva. She also applied perfume around her vulva. Then, she took a bright red rouge and applied it heavily to her clitoris several times, making it immediately bright red and glossy. She then let out a long breath. Finally, she also applied two red marks to her nipples.
Xianhua went to the dressing table again, lightly applying makeup to her delicate face, adding to her allure. She pursed her lips, applied lipstick, then began applying eyeshadow and drawing delicate eyebrows. Finally, she smiled contentedly at herself in the mirror.
Xianhua was excited; she had been searching for a soulmate for years without success. She was a precocious girl, starting her menstruation at nine. By eleven, her vagina began to itch, and when she couldn't bear it any longer, she would stir it with her fingers. At twelve, she had her family's tutor insert his over sixty-year-old penis into her vagina. The limp penis ignited a powerful lust within her, so much so that she plucked tufts of the old man's beard. Burning with desire, tormenting her, she frantically sought out men.
Later, she had an affair with her uncle at her distant aunt's house. This man in his forties not only failed to satisfy her desires, but was instead drawn in by her powerful attraction. The two rolled around on the bed in a frenzy, until finally her uncle cursed, "You vixen!" and banged his head against her vulva. At that moment
, she cried out "Ah!" and her whole body shuddered; her vagina opened up instantly, and he withdrew his penis. From then on, this man in his forties would tremble and turn pale at the sight of her, running away as fast as he could.
When she was eighteen, she had another affair with her cousin in his thirties at her aunt's house. Due to excessive tension, anxiety, fear, and shame, she rolled off the bed onto the floor. This violent jolt caused her vagina to open again, and from then on, her cousin broke off all contact with her.
The burning desires of youth drove her mad, scorching her senses. She longed to go to a nunnery, shave her head, and become a nun, isolating herself from the world. But she lacked the resolve and courage. She wanted to find a special man, one with unwavering virility, to satisfy her desires, even if it meant serving him as his servant for life. But where could she find such a man
? Fairy Flower reclined on the satin quilt, her captivating allure, her alluring beauty, her radiant body, her peach-blossom-like face far surpassing the image of the imperial concubine emerging from her bath in the main hall.
The embroidered door to the inner room opened, and Wang Xiaotian stood naked in the center, his eyes fixed on the sleeping beauty on the ivory bed, on the green silk.
A wisp of her dark hair draped around her jade-like neck, draped diagonally over her high, white breasts. Her delicate eyebrows resembled distant mountains illuminated by the sunset. Her large, bright phoenix eyes stared intently at Wang Xiaotian's seven-inch-long penis. Her small, upturned nose and bright red lips glistened with saliva, as if she wanted to swallow it whole. Her breasts were full, with bright red nipples, like two symmetrical mountain peaks. Below them was a flat plain, her navel resembling a spring, followed by a small mound, as if covered with a layer of white snow
… “Ah! She’s a white tiger, completely hairless,” Wang Xiaotian thought with delight.
Beyond the mound lay her crimson vulva. Her labia majora were turned outwards, her labia minora were tender and glistening, still throbbing slightly. Her clitoris was large, swollen, bright red, and shimmering. A clear, transparent spring of fluid flowed slowly down her thighs onto the satin surface, forming a small pool.
"My soulmate has arrived! My good fortune has arrived! He is the soulmate I have been searching for all these years, the unyielding golden spear I have longed for!" Fairy Flower cheered in her heart! Because she saw a man unlike any other.
The first thing that caught Fairy Flower's eye was his magnificent, proud, and erect penis. It was so long, easily seven or eight inches; so thick, so thick that five fingers could hardly close them; so strong, so strong that the veins bulged, the barbs erect. The dark red penis, with its crimson glans, was wrapped around the pink ridge. Two large, round testicles were tightly wrapped in wrinkled, dark skin. Glossy black pubic hair covered his entire lower body.
His two well-defined pectoral muscles gleamed with a purplish-red sheen, and the area from the center of his chest to above his navel was covered with curly black hair, making his entire body resemble a green dragon descending to earth.
His face, cleansed of grime, was even more handsome. Beneath thick eyebrows were a pair of bright, piercing eyes, and below a straight nose were two full lips with upturned corners, displaying a rebellious and masculine air. Neat, white teeth lay between his lips, except for a noticeable scar on his left forehead.
All of this stimulated the woman's sensitive senses. Her delicate body trembled, her eyes wide, and she rose shakily from the bed, moving forward step by step, strangely and silently, as if hunting some captivating prey.
At the same time, Wang Xiaotian also took a step forward to greet the beauty. One step, two steps, three steps, and then
a soft cry of "Ah !" rang out, and the two were drawn together like magnets
… A rain of kisses, a storm of embraces, and incessant sucking sounds echoed on his (or her) face, neck, chest, and back.
Xianhua tightly wrapped one jade-like arm around Wang Xiaotian's neck, while her other chubby little hand reached down and grasped his long, thick penis
… She felt it; the pulse on his penis was throbbing intensely, and with each pulse, it bobbed up and down. Then her little hand slid down and grasped his testicles, gently kneading them.
When her little hand reached his penis and testicles, Wang Xiaotian gasped, a scalding heat churning in his lower abdomen. Wave after wave, crashing against each other. He couldn't help but stroke her smooth back with his rough, hard palm, then down her full buttocks, reaching inwards, the sticky fluid increasing the lubrication between her flesh. His two fingers slipped inside, gently teasing her swollen clitoris.
Xianhua let out a hysterical moan
… “Ah…ah…um…inside…oh…” She couldn't bear the overwhelming stimulation; the current rushing to her central nervous system intensified and accelerated. With a cry of “Ah!”, she knelt on the ground, cupping the thick penis in her hands, swallowing it like a sausage. She sucked and pulled desperately, swallowing the slightly salty semen, carrying the pungent smell of the male penis… Wang Xiaotian
saw that she was deeply aroused; her entire thighs were flowing with desire like a stream. He couldn't bear to torment her any longer, and at the same time, he felt he couldn't endure it any longer. With a gentle lift of his iron-like arms, he placed Xianhua on the bed, then leaped between her legs. Clenching his fists, he channeled his inner energy, causing his thick, hard penis to rise sharply, as if electrified. Gripping it, he aimed at her sticky, moist entrance and thrust forcefully. With a "whoosh," his fiery, thick penis reached deep into her core.
Xianhua gasped, then cried out excitedly, "Ah!...So big, so hard...It feels so good...So comfortable...It's killing me...Faster...Deeper...Ah...So comfortable...It's killing me..."
Wang Xiaotian is not only a martial arts master, but also a master of sexual arts. He has superb qigong skills and can concentrate a huge force in a certain part of his body. Although he lives in a palace and is accompanied by young girls, he can never satisfy his inner desires. If he really goes all out on the young girls, he can surely kill them.
That was when Wang Xiaotian was fourteen. The young Wang Xiaotian was a charming little boy whom everyone loved. Not only was he handsome and shy, but he also had an intense curiosity about the opposite sex. One day, taking advantage of the neighbor's young wife's deep sleep, he quietly slipped into her bedroom, lifted the red curtain, and stared blankly at her full breasts and fair thighs. He involuntarily reached between her legs, touching her soft, downy vulva and her firm, plump labia. Just as he was about to insert his hand, the young wife woke up with a start. She let out a soft "Ah!" followed by a pause. Looking at the adorable little boy, her red lips revealing two rows of white teeth, she smiled. Wang Xiaotian was initially nervous and frightened, but then bravely pounced on her, pressing down on her. The young wife obediently kissed the adorable boy, her hand sliding down his waistband. When she grabbed the child's penis, she shuddered, stunned. The child's penis was thick and long, easily half a foot in length. Wang Xiaotian
leaped up, quickly stripped off his clothes, and, holding his penis, bent down, rubbing it between the young woman's high breasts. The young woman moaned incessantly, her lust aroused. Clutching his large penis, she teased the young Wang Xiaotian, who thrust it into her vagina, experiencing a satisfaction she had never known before. From then on, the young woman, behind her impotent husband's back, secretly sought pleasure with the young Wang Xiaotian.
Wang Xiaotian, emboldened by lust, used his superb martial arts skills to buy countless beautiful women with vast sums of money, and to abduct countless pretty young ladies from wealthy families, but none could satisfy his desires. He eventually released them all, letting them return to their hometowns. Currently, he only has four beautiful young girls by his side, selected from among many women. The other maids and servants are for his brothers' amusement.
So today, Wang Xiaotian unintentionally came to the town for a stroll and encountered this fight, finding a kindred spirit. It was truly a case of the Azure Dragon matching the White Tiger, a divine blessing.
Faced with this mature, alluring, fragrant, and surging beauty, how could he not indulge in this blissful encounter, quenching his lust and cooling his burning desire
? At this moment, he roused himself and thrust forcefully, penetrating more than fifty times in one go. The large glans, like a discerning eye, reached the very core of her being with each thrust, advancing towards the cervix.
The fairy's jade body writhed wildly like a twisted candy, her vulva thrusting upwards in rhythm with the penis, her watery phoenix eyes greedily gazing at Wang Xiaotian.
“Ah…ah…good…so hard…thrust…thrust…faster…ah…so hot…so hard…so long, thrust…thrust in…”
Wang Xiaotian looked at Xianhua’s flushed face after her desire was aroused, and Xianhua looked at Wang Xiaotian’s thick eyebrows that were moving up and down. A wave of heat surged through their hearts at the same time, and the desire in their chests burned even more fiercely and intensely. The two of them hugged each other’s necks tightly and kissed each other wildly like flying sand.
Xianhua suddenly thrust her fragrant tongue into his mouth. While Wang Xiaotian fiercely sucked on her tongue, his penis increased its speed, thrusting over a hundred times in a row, straight in and out, pumping and pounding
... The sounds of flesh slapping together, rhythmic at the junction of his penis and her vulva, were all that could be heard. The panting accompanied the creaking of the bed, shaking the entire room.
"My beauty, get ready, another hundred thrusts."
"Ah...ah...oh...beautiful...beautiful...you...you're killing my little hole! Yes! Good! Ah...harder...yes...right...there...oh...it's so itchy...it's itch to the core...deeper...dig harder...ah...so good, it feels so good..." Her
wild moans grew louder and louder. Her supple waist twisted and swayed desperately.
The penis pounded wildly against the flower's core. The tender flesh tightly gripped the penis.
A sharp scream rang out.
The fairy flower shook her head and gesticulated wildly, then let out another scream. "I'm going to die..."
Wang Xiaotian was startled and stunned. He felt countless tiny claws scratching at his penis, making him weak, numb, and even paralyzed. It was as if his penis had fallen into the mouth of a toothless tiger, being chewed and swallowed from all sides. Then, a powerful suction force, like a crane pulling a heavy load, pulled his penis and testicles into the vagina
... Xianhua was still desperately shouting, "I'm going to die... I'm going to ascend to heaven, my good man... The penis is in my uterus
..." Wang Xiaotian was a little at a loss for what to do with this sudden superpower. His penis was completely sucked in and could no longer be pulled out. The vagina was still chewing incessantly, and he even felt tiny hands kneading his testicles.
At this moment, Wang Xiaotian's thick eyebrows were drawn into a V-shape, and his bloodshot eyes were fixed on the restless Xianhua. He slowly raised his arms, took a deep breath, and his whole body began to tremble. He forcefully pushed the breath down from his dantian, making his face flush red and his eyes bulge. A powerful surge of heat began to rush to his lower abdomen, gradually concentrating on the penis that was being bitten. Then, with a deafening scream, a miracle occurred. The penis trembled violently, growing more than an inch longer and thicker
... In that instant, it was as if the existing current in Xianhua's vagina had been intensified. The thick penis thrust forward, piercing through her internal organs. It emitted a powerful electric wave, like countless steel needles shooting into every nerve in her body, producing a highly exciting magic that stimulated her entire body and mind. Her delicate hands scratched and clawed at Wang Xiaotian's chest and back, while her full, white legs kicked incessantly. Finally, like vines, she tightly wrapped around Wang Xiaotian's lower body, howling like a mother wolf in heat: "Ah... fuck me... to death..."
At this moment, Wang Xiaotian forcefully pulled up, yanking out his penis and testicles in one swift motion, followed by another series of rapid thrusts and withdrawals before slowing down his movements.
"Fairy Flower, how's your little hole feeling?
" Fairy Flower was still swaying her hips, moaning intermittently: "Ah...ah...big meat stick...it feels so good...so pleasurable...oh...let...let me catch my breath...my...baby...I will never...leave you...anymore..."
"Your little hole is amazing, it almost sucked me in, but I also experienced pleasure I'd never felt before." She said, slowly thrusting in and out.
"Your penis is so long...so strong...so beautiful...so pleasing to the eye...you are...a true...man
." "Fairy Flower, I love you..."
"Baby, we'll be together forever!"
She gently nestled her head against his chest, showering him with kisses—his cheeks, lips, neck, chest
... "Fairy Flower, isn't that enough? Let's drink until we drop today!" He took another deep breath, his strength gathering, pressing down, his penis swelling and hardening. At the same time, his hands slid down, reaching under her buttocks, cupping them, and pulling upwards forcefully. His large penis thrust downwards, even taking her testicles inside. With another forceful thrust, his thick penis began to grind inside her vagina.
By this time, Xianhua's vagina was already burning hot from the penetration, her vision was seeing stars, her limbs were weak and powerless, and she had no strength to resist. All the excited nerves in her body were still in a state of tension. This churning and stirring caused her flower core to crack, her vaginal walls to itch terribly, her heart to tremble, and her breath to come. She was drunk again.
“Oh…I surrender…I surrender…Quickly…stop…pull out…pull out…”
“My little hole…is going to split…split open…ah…ah…it’s churning my flower again…it’s penetrating…my heart…”
At this moment, Xianhua’s whole body trembled, her vaginal walls contracted sharply, and then began to writhe and undulate like waves. This was also the moment when he reached his climax.
Xianhua began to moan again, “I’m going to die…oh…oh…I’m going to be churning to death by you…ouch…faster, faster…deeper, ah…I…I can’t take it anymore…I’m going to ejaculate…ouch, oh my god…”
The writhing of Xianhua’s vaginal walls immediately brought Wang Xiaotian a completely new feeling, a moment he had longed for for many years.
His large, thick penis writhed and ground relentlessly, causing her vagina to heave and roll wildly.
Then, Wang Xiaotian stopped stirring, suddenly pulled out, and thrust in again with great force. He continued this thrusting motion for over twenty times, until he felt a surge of hot, thick vaginal fluid gushing from her uterus, soaking his glans and making his whole body feel incredibly pleasurable. He involuntarily cried out, "Oh...so good...so good...I want to...I'm coming...I really...can't hold back anymore
..." The climax arrived, the pleasure returned. He trembled, a surge of semen shot into her core, and his penis stopped thrusting.
The celestial flower was flushed into the heart by the yang essence. The scalding hot current made her tremble all over. Her legs kicked out, and she fainted.
(Part 3
) The underground palace, like paradise, was mysterious and beautiful. No one could describe its beauty, and no one could avoid it.
He would never forget the moment he first entered the underground palace. The strange hidden weapon was launched, and the five-colored halo blinded him. He felt like he was being torn apart, his joints aching terribly, and his whole body limp as if his tendons and bones were being pulled out. If it weren't for his brothers' timely rescue and the arrival of a famous doctor, he, Wang Xiaotian, would have died long ago.
Therefore, to this day, he occupies one courtyard of this underground palace. The other three hidden doors are always tightly closed. He dares not, and will not allow, anyone else to act rashly. This part is enough for him and his brothers to enjoy themselves and practice martial arts.
All the rooms and courtyards of the underground palace were separated by emerald green brick walls, carved with dragons and phoenixes that shimmered like jade under the glow of the five-colored palace lanterns. Jade steps led through these dragon and phoenix partitions. Moon gates of varying sizes, like exquisite works of art, adorned different corners. The entire palace seemed to be built of jewels and gold.
Occasionally, small groups of girls with flowing hair, dressed in colorful robes, would stroll through the courtyards, their laughter like silver bells.
Someone was playing a flute upstairs and downstairs; the melodious sound added life to the underground palace.
At the end of the courtyard was a Buddhist hall, housing a statue of Guanyin Bodhisattva. Incense burned in the censer, its smoke curling and filling the air with fragrance.
At this moment, Wang Xiaotian knelt before the Bodhisattva, clasped his hands together, silently chanted, kowtowed three times, stood up, and moved his gaze from a pot of carved chrysanthemums on the offering table. He saw a person behind the door, half of his face showing, secretly smiling at him.
"It's Qionglan, isn't it? Why are you hiding? What do you want with me
?" A beautiful woman, draped in a pink gauze, appeared from behind. The gossamer-thin gauze accentuated her slender, well-proportioned figure, highlighting her curves. Her long, flowing hair cascaded down her full back and soft, rounded shoulders. Her arms were smooth and silky, like two jade lotus roots. Beneath her willow-leaf eyebrows were a pair of dark, watery phoenix eyes, sparkling with captivating allure. Her shapely white legs framed her rounded, white buttocks, and the triangle of her private area gleamed with white light. Between her pink legs, the vulva was wide open, and her clitoris was throbbing with desire
… Her alluring and graceful opening posture caused Wang Xiaotian to involuntarily jerk, his lust igniting instantly. His penis immediately became erect, making his blue satin trousers stand up like a tall Mongolian yurt.
She was none other than Qionglan, the utterly wanton woman he had brought from the brothel, whose real name was Xianhua.
He was somewhat infatuated. He didn't know why Qionglan's attraction to him was so strong and persistent, a pleasure he never tired of. He knew that female beauty came in many forms: noble and sacred beauty, gentle and serene beauty, dazzling and captivating beauty, and also wanton and licentious beauty. This woman, in his eyes, seemed perfect in every way, encompassing all.
A rare beauty was constantly appearing beside him—her soft, delicate body, her pretty face, her warbling voice, her white vulva, the trickling of her juices, the rolling walls of her vagina—all of these violently assaulted the dam of his body and mind.
He had seen countless women, but only before Qionglan did he lose control. His entire defenses crumbled, his head throbbed, and his insatiable desire surged like a mighty river, raging and boundless.
He stood frozen before the offering table, slowly stripping off all his clothes. A magnificent dragon appeared before the Bodhisattva, its glans swollen, veins bulging, erect and hard, as if defiantly challenging the flesh of every woman.
Qionglan stared unblinkingly at the large penis that brought her such immense pleasure. The pink gauze slid down her smooth skin, her heart pounding with desire, her vulva throbbing. She moved forward with soft steps.
Wang Xiaotian pinched the penis between his fingers, shaking it up and down and side to side, as if to tell it that a fierce battle was about to begin, and to let it warm up before the charge.
The powerful attraction of the opposite sex caused their steps to quicken and increase. Wang Xiaotian had intended to hold her tightly in his arms and kiss her passionately, but unexpectedly, this vibrant beauty, just as their bodies touched, this surging, overflowing Qionglan suddenly knelt on the ground, her two jade-
like hands grabbing his large, erect penis and swallowing it into her small, red mouth. Wang Xiaotian's upper body missed its target, but he had a sudden idea. He took advantage of the situation, lying on her plump back, his hands tightly gripping her lower abdomen, and buried his head between her legs. His long tongue darted along the sticky, everted labia between her buttocks.
Qionglan gripped the base of the penis with one hand, greedily and sweetly sucking, licking, and pulling it. Her other hand cradled the dark testicles, gently kneading the two large, oval-shaped fleshy balls. The veins on the penis throbbed "plop," "plop," in her small mouth. The testicles slid slowly in her hand, and she involuntarily let out moans of "Oh...oh...oh..."
Wang Xiaotian held her plump buttocks, his head thrusting fiercely inside her. His coarse stubble pierced her red clitoris, his tongue, soft yet firm, probing deeply. The waves of flesh inside her rolled against his tongue, surrounding it, enveloping it, squeezing it, rubbing it. Waves of the vaginal scent filled his nostrils, further intensifying his lustful rage. He was intoxicated, letting out a "woof," "woof," sound resembling that of a water buffalo
... At this moment, Qionglan suddenly straightened up, her mouth frothing with white foam. She tiptoed and wrapped her arms around his neck, frantically licking and kissing his cheeks, neck, and back, her large buttocks swaying incessantly.
As if receiving a command, Wang Xiaotian stretched out his iron arm, tightly embracing her buttocks, thrusting out his lower abdomen to match her movements.
Qionglan's vagina seemed to have developed a keen eye; with a few swift movements, it swallowed a seven- or eight-inch-long penis with a soft "plop." She felt pleasure, ecstasy, and intense pleasure. The kissing stopped, and she tightly wrapped her arms around his neck, her toes rising high, her round buttocks swaying wildly, completely taking over the male's function. At this moment, her face was flushed, her breath came in rapid gasps, and she moaned repeatedly, "My darling... my penis... you... are too long, too thick, too strong... you not only penetrate my vagina... but also, you penetrate my uterus, pierce my chest... oh, so good... you're going to kill... me...
" Wang Xiaotian held her buttocks tightly, his slender fingers reaching towards the cleft between her buttocks. Wet, slippery fluid covered his fingers, making them slippery and bouncy. With a "whoosh," he inserted his index and middle fingers into her anus, his fingers constantly bending and stretching, rapidly tapping against her tight opening.
"Ah!" Qionglan cried out, her small fists gently pounding his back, letting out a soft, panting moan: "You're so naughty...so naughty...oh...it's so itchy inside...a little deeper...ah...I can't...I surrender...I'm going to...come!"
Wang Xiaotian whispered in her ear, "Is it good
?" "Yes! It's so good, ah, it's killing me...I've had enough...oh...a little deeper...harder...ah ..."
A wolf-like howl followed.
At this moment, both of them were drenched in sweat, only the sounds of thrusting, the slapping, the heavy breathing, and the beast-like roars could be heard.
The lustful fluids trickled down her buttocks, flowing down her fair thighs and onto the ground, forming a small puddle.
Wang Xiaotian, his body hair standing on end, felt an overwhelming pleasure. The sensation of his penis stimulated his entire body, bringing him immense relief
. His ejaculation flowed freely, like an arrow shot from a fully drawn bow, shooting deep into Qionglan's womb. Everything stopped. Qionglan nestled weakly against his chest, slowly raising her eyes to look at the benevolent Guanyin, who still smiled down at them.
Wang Xiaotian suddenly lowered his head, picked Qionglan up, and carried her to the bathhouse.
Steam rose, palace lanterns flickered, and two white bodies floated and soaked in the bathtub. Qionglan's small hand held his large penis, while her other hand meticulously washed her most beloved organ.
“Qionglan, I’m going back to my hometown tomorrow to visit my mother. It’s been almost a month since I last saw her, and I miss her terribly!”
“I never would have guessed you were such a filial son. I admire people like that from the bottom of my heart. Birds feed their parents, lambs kneel to suckle—it’s human nature to do the right thing. But, I’ve already been kicked out of my home by my parents…” She said as she cleaned her still-erect penis.
"Why
?" "Because I developed too early and had an excessively strong sex drive. From the age of thirteen, I developed a strong curiosity about the opposite sex. I had a relationship with my uncle, who was in his forties, but when his thin penis entered my vagina, I felt nothing at all, like a goldfish swimming in West Lake. Not only did I not get pleasure, but it also aroused my strong desire. Later, I had a relationship with my cousin, but I still felt empty. So, I wondered if there was anyone in the world who could satisfy my needs. Years of painful torment made me wanton and unrestrained. Later, my parents found out, and to maintain the family's dignity, I was kicked out of the house. Finally, I decided to find a soulmate in a brothel, and I didn't expect to meet you first." As he spoke, he held up his penis with both hands! He kissed and cuddled her: "And this too!"
"Qionglan, to tell you the truth, for years I've wanted to taste the flavor of a living hole. Who would have thought that after searching high and low, I'd find it so easily? Your little hole feels like a hundred claws scratching at my heart, making every inch of my skin, every nerve, even every pore, fully active. Look, your little hole has no pubic hair at all, while I'm covered in black hair. This is what they call a green dragon paired with a white tiger!"
Qionglan playfully punched his chest with her little fists, uttering lewd words. "So bad! So bad, you're so bad!"
"Ha, ha, ha, I, Wang, am quite lucky with my beauty!"
(Part Four)
Dusk.
The afterglow of the setting sun painted the small village in the desolate wilderness with a faint golden hue.
A gentle breeze carries the fragrance of osmanthus blossoms, for flowers bloom on the hillside, a riot of colors, vying for attention, quietly embracing a dozen or so households.
Wang Xiaotian dismounts, ties the rope to a wild locust tree, shades his eyes with his hand, and gazes into the distance: Ah! My hometown, the hometown that gave me birth and nurtured me, every blade of grass and every tree is so dear, so dearly cherished, and I have returned to your embrace
… A small bridge, flowing water, and these tiny houses nestled at the foot of the mountain stream. Flowers bloom in the yard.
An elderly man with white hair and a robust build is gathering firewood in the yard.
He has only one hand, but that hand is incredibly nimble and powerful.
He kicks the wood with his toe, and with a flick of his wrist, the axe falls gently, and with a "crack," the wood splits in two.
His eyes were bluish-gray, distant like distant mountains, cold and indifferent. Perhaps those who have lived through countless years of hardship all possess such sharp, piercing eyes.
Wang Xiaotian slowly walked over.
His footsteps were light, but the old man immediately turned around; he saw Wang Xiaotian.
However, his eyes remained expressionless, he stood still like a wooden stake until Wang Xiaotian passed by, then slowly put down his axe.
Then, suddenly, he knelt on the ground, like a servant kneeling before his master.
But his face remained expressionless, and he didn't utter a single word.
Wang Xiaotian didn't utter a word either. He simply patted his shoulder; the two were like actors in a silent pantomime, but unfortunately, neither understood the meaning behind the play.
Then came the kind old woman's voice from inside the room: "Child, I knew it must be you coming back, I recognized your voice
..." Her voice was filled with indescribable joy and maternal love.
Upon hearing this voice, Wang Xiaotian's eyes immediately lit up with an unusual light and tenderness. He rushed into the room.
"Mother..." He knelt before the bed, tightly grasping his mother's withered, wrinkled hands.
"Child, you came back on the fifth day of last month, almost a month ago. How have you been?"
"I'm fine, I'm fine, Mother, are you still in good health?"
"In good health, in good health. How many more days can this blind old woman live? You're already worrying about me." "With trembling hands, she stroked Wang Xiaotian's face tenderly
. Wang Xiaotian, tears welling in his eyes, took a cloth bag from his bosom and gently placed it in his mother's hands. 'Mother, this is the money I earned, please accept it!'
'Oh! So much silver, how can I possibly spend it all? Child, if you want to do business, earn money honestly, don't cheat, swindle, or deceive, or harm others!'
'Mother, I remember.'
'At this moment, the sound of firewood crackling came from the courtyard again.
Wang Xiaotian carefully examined everything inside the house. The house was spotless, the windows bright and clean, not a speck of dust. There was a small door beside the room, with a bamboo canopy hanging above it."
"My dear, Uncle Dumb is so good to us! He serves me every meal, keeps the house spotless, and often goes up the mountain to gather firewood. He may not say it, but he never forgets the life-saving kindness we received. We have to have a conscience! Without his care, I'd be long gone..."
"Mother, don't worry, I know he's good to us!"
Wang Xiaotian said, recalling an incident from five years ago. A fierce wind arose, sand and stones flew, and Wang Xiaotian, riding a chestnut horse, galloped across the desolate plain. The area was empty and deserted; there was no sign of human life. He tightened the reins, galloping wildly across the wilderness.
But then, something unexpected happened.
Just as the chestnut horse leaped over a ditch, a long sword suddenly emerged from the grass within, flashing upwards.
The longsword immediately pierced the horse's belly; the horse, leaping forward, couldn't stop its momentum
. With a long neigh, it continued charging forward, the sword's edge cleaving through its belly, tearing open more than half of it.
The chestnut horse galloped several dozen feet before collapsing to the ground. In the deep ravine between the two men, suddenly, the grass rustled, revealing two masked men in black, holding a burly man hostage. One of the masked men leaped up, sword flashing, and lunged at Wang Xiaotian!
At that moment, Wang Xiaotian, completely unaware of what had happened, instinctively dodged the sword's edge. Looking down, he saw the chestnut horse lying motionless in a pool of blood.
Wang Xiaotian was taken aback. At that moment, he clearly sensed the whooshing sound behind him, the whistling of blades cutting through the air—someone was clearly launching a sneak attack.
Then, the masked man let out a strange cry, leaping forward. His sword strike was truly powerful; it pierced Wang Xiaotian just three or four inches away before the momentum ended, and Wang Xiaotian was thrown back. The man in black
abruptly froze, his left hand flashing out three sword strikes—three streaks of silver light—that shot out
with astonishing speed. The speed of those three silver lights was astonishing; in the blink of an eye, it was impossible to discern what kind of hidden weapon they were.
After his horse was stabbed and fell to the ground, Wang Xiaotian had hastily abandoned it and lunged forward. To be able to draw a sword amidst such panic was no easy feat. He intended to turn and face his enemy immediately, but the hissing sound of a hidden weapon followed!
Just as he twisted his body, a hidden weapon grazed his cheek with a "whoosh," but he quickly drew his sword and deflected the second weapon.
However, as he deflected the second weapon, a third arrived. He quickly twisted his body, and the weapon passed right under his armpit, tearing a foot-long gash in his blue satin clothing.
He then saw that the weapon was a three-inch-long, silver-gleaming short arrow.
Wang Xiaotian thought, "You are ruthless, so I will be ruthless too! Let's settle this once more!" With another surge of energy from his dantian, a power that seemed to shake mountains and rivers, unparalleled in its might, he changed his move. With a "ah," he leaped into the air, like an eagle spreading its wings. The sword in his hand gleamed coldly, its blade flashing like flowers. The wind howled, but no one was in sight. The masked man, bewildered and disoriented by the devilish trickery of hide-and-seek, was suddenly struck by a long sword that descended from the sky like lightning, aiming straight for his back. The masked man screamed and fell to the ground.
Meanwhile, the middle-aged man held hostage in the ditch also began fighting with another masked man. The middle-aged man used his palm to strike the sword, advancing step by step. The masked man leaped out of the ditch, and with a "whoosh,"
a hidden weapon pierced the middle-aged man's left tendon.
Wang Xiaotian witnessed all of this, and a nameless rage burned within him. He straightened his legs, bent low, and leaped to the masked man. "You murderous bandits! If you don't eliminate them completely, when will you ever see my sword again!"
The masked man's martial arts were far inferior to Wang Xiaotian's; it was like comparing heaven and earth. He pierced Wang Xiaotian's chest with ease.
"Ouch..." came a painful groan.
Wang Xiaotian looked up and saw the middle-aged man clutching his left side, groaning. Wang Xiaotian strode over to the man, knelt down, and drew out a small, silver sword. The hilt was adorned with a delicately crafted unicorn embroidered with silver thread.
He swiftly tore open the man's clothes and began sucking the wound with his mouth. He inhaled a few breaths, then spat out a mouthful of dark purple blood, the blood he had inhaled bright red instead. He slowly stood up, took out a small cloth bag, carefully opened it, pinched a little black powder with his fingers, and evenly spread it on the wound. He stood up again and softly said, "It's alright, it'll be fine in a few days." After saying that, he stood up, tilted his head back, and walked forward.
"Ooh... ooh... ooh..."
Wang Xiaotian suddenly turned around. On the barren grassland, a person was struggling to crawl forward, constantly uttering, "Ooh... ooh... ooh..."
He turned and quickly went to meet him. Upon closer inspection, he saw it was the middle-aged man who had been injured earlier, crawling on the ground, yelling incoherently.
"Brother, is something wrong?
" "Hoo, wah, ba, ba ba..."
"Does your wound still hurt
?" "Oh...oh...oh..." The burly man struggled to his feet, gesturing wildly, seemingly trying to do something. Wang Xiaotian noticed he only had one hand. This stumped Wang Xiaotian; he truly didn't know what to do.
"Where are you from? What's your name? Do you have any money
?" Another incoherent shouting ensued.
Frustrated, Wang Xiaotian squatted down, resting his chin on his hands, deep in worry. At this moment, the burly man staggered to his side, knelt on the sand, and with his rough, calligraphic fingers wrote a line of strong characters: "Good man, benefactor. Accept me! I will serve you for the rest of my life.
" From then on, this burly man faithfully served Wang Xiaotian's elderly mother. This hardworking old woman from the countryside lived a life of ease, with everything done for her.
The night was deep, the lamplight dim. Wang Xiaotian lay beside his mother, tossing and turning, unable to sleep. His mother was eighty-four years old, a crucial age in life, especially since she suffered from chronic asthma. He was determined to find a renowned doctor to treat her and to visit temples and monasteries to offer incense and pray for her well-being, hoping she could live a few more years in comfort and joy. This, he thought, would be his way of fulfilling his filial duty as a son.
The mountain night was unusually quiet. The mountain wind swirled and rattled against the window, making a disjointed "tap, tap" sound. Moths swarmed around the oil lamp, and crickets chirped incessantly beneath the window.
He suddenly remembered the mute old man. For years, a question mark had lingered in his mind: he still didn't know the old man's name, hometown, or why he had been kidnapped. Could it be...? He didn't want to think the worst of a kind old man; it was a sin!
From the distant mountains came the howling of wolves. Inside, his mother's breathing grew heavier and heavier. All of this made him restless and uneasy. He decided to go to Canglong Mountain, more than ten miles from home, to offer incense the next day, and then go to Qiaotou Town to ask a famous doctor to treat his mother's asthma.
(V)
Early morning, the sun was warm, and all things were budding.
On both sides of the mountain path, budding trees lined the way, a beautiful scene of spring's arrival. Along this winding path, a man rode a fine horse towards Canglong Mountain. His strong, powerful hands gripped the reins tightly, and his clear, black-and-white eyes were as sharp as a vulture's, preying on carcasses. This was Wang Xiaotian.
Suddenly, the sound of hooves approached from behind. Three burly men galloped past, glancing back at Wang Xiaotian before hurrying on. Wang Xiaotian glanced at them from the side, then spurred his horse towards Canglong Mountain.
A long neigh followed, and the black horse came to a stop at the foot of Canglong Mountain.
Wang Xiaotian gazed into the distance. The majestic Canglong Mountain consisted of eight peaks, large and small, with the dragon's head being the highest. There, the peaks overlapped, the trees flourished, and the scenery was ever-changing. The dragon's body was formed by six undulating peaks connected together, its imposing presence awe-inspiring. Dragon's Tail is a triangular peak with sheer cliffs and jagged, strangely shaped rocks.
Jingyue Nunnery sits atop the dragon's head.
Wang Xiaotian left his black horse at a small shop and, relying solely on his light-footed skills, glided like a dragonfly skimming the water or a swallow spreading its wings, reaching the summit in just half an hour.
There, nestled among the pines and cypresses, was a small, quiet nunnery. The gate was open, but there wasn't a single worshipper in sight, which aroused Wang Xiaotian's suspicion. He quickened his pace and approached the gate. He heard the clanging of weapons and the clashing of voices in the courtyard. Wang Xiaotian sidestepped and slipped behind a cypress tree, his sharp eyes scanning the entire courtyard.
But there was no one in the courtyard. Listening closely, the sound came from the roof. Without hesitation, Wang Xiaotian did a somersault and leaped onto the courtyard wall. He saw three burly men besieging an old man. The besieged man was highly skilled in martial arts; he moved with the agility of a monkey, his long sword flashing with silver light. However, the three men were also martial arts masters, forming a triangular formation to tightly surround the old man. The old man's hair was disheveled, and he swung through the air, trying to escape several times but failing, narrowly escaping death.
Wang Xiaotian was sweating for the Taoist priest. He quickly channeled his inner energy, adjusted his vision, and focused his gaze. He saw that the besieged old man was actually a Taoist priest. This man was over fifty years old, with sword-like eyebrows and bright eyes, dressed in a white Taoist robe, and had a refined and elegant appearance. At this moment, the old man leaped up, attempting to escape the encirclement. Just as the swallows landed, three swords shot straight at him. Sensing danger in mid-air, he knew that dodging the swords would require extraordinary skill. Just as he was about to land, he channeled his inner energy, and with a whoosh, he performed a somersault in mid-air, swooping down and avoiding the three sharp swords. Before he could even regain his footing, the nearest burly man swung his sword, aiming for his chest. The old man dodged again, but the sword grazed his right arm. His shirt ripped open with a "hiss," and blood gushed from his back. The old man trembled, his eyes blazing with fury, and wielding his sword, unleashed three sweeping kicks followed by a final strike. With a cry of "Ah!", the burly man collapsed, dead.
At this moment, Wang Xiaotian leaped six or seven zhang (approximately 33-40 meters) from the wall, landing right beside the old man. He glared angrily, "Three against one? That's a bit unfair!" In his haste, he didn't bother with further words. With a move called "Cloud Mountain Flower Rain," his sword flashed through the air, and with two clangs, he severed the blades of two burly men.
It turned out that Wang Xiaotian was using the Purple Light Sword, which he had obtained from a monk during a battle. Therefore, it was incredibly sharp, capable of cutting through iron like mud, and renowned throughout the martial arts world.
This move, "Cloud Mountain Flower Rain," was specifically trained for rainy days. No matter how heavy the rain, he could wield the sword without getting a single drop wet, while simultaneously thrusting out eight flower buds. It was the most powerful move in the Mad Demon Sword Technique, and seeing the old man's injured back, he had no choice but to use this move immediately.
Then came another move, "Wandering in All Directions." He moved with the agility of a swallow, swirling and twirling his purple sword. Only flashes of light and shadow remained, obscuring his form. With a clang, the weapons of the two burly men fell to the ground, their wrists pierced. In the blink of an eye, they were only able to parry, unable to retaliate. Wang Xiaotian showed no mercy, following with "Soaring Dragon Probing the Sea," and the four iron palms of the two men fell to the ground at their wrists. "Ah…" "Ah…" Two screams rang out as they flew off the roof.
Wang Xiaotian sheathed his sword. At this moment, the old man knelt down: "Many thanks to the hero for saving us. This humble Taoist is deeply grateful."
Wang Xiaotian, supporting the old man with one arm, spread his wings like an eagle and flew into the courtyard. At this moment, all the nuns of the nunnery came out and knelt in the courtyard, saying, "Thank you, hero, for ridding the people of this scourge and allowing the nunnery to live in peace."
Then, Wang Xiaotian said, "Masters, please rise. Quickly, place the old man in the inner hall." So Wang Xiaotian placed the old man in the inner hall.
The old man was pale, his eyes tightly closed. Wang Xiaotian hurriedly removed the old man's clothes and examined his wounds. The old man's wounds were purplish-black, and half of his body was purplish-red. Wang Xiaotian shook his head; he understood completely. The old man had been poisoned by a sword, and the poison had spread throughout his body. The old man was in dire straits, his life hanging by a thread.
He quickly pulled out an antidote from his robes and rushed it to the old man, but it was too late. The old man finally died from the poisoned sword. Suddenly, the two large doors of the inner hall opened, and the nuns clasped their hands in prayer: "Amitabha! Please, hero, do not be so kind-hearted! This old demon is utterly wicked; let him die quickly! Our master was forced to his death by him; he deserved to be poisoned!"
"Ah, yes, so who is your current head nun
?" "Amitabha, this is it."
"Your Dharma name
?" "Mingyue.
" "What was the cause of this fight
?" "Alas, it's a long story!
" "Then please tell us, young nun."
"Alright, you all go back and chant your sutras. I will tell you the story."
From the main hall, the melodious sound of a bell rang out. "Dong...dong...dong...dong
..." Mingyue sat cross-legged beside Wang Xiaotian, recounting the legendary story of Jingyue Nunnery.
"Our Jingyue Nunnery isn't large, but it's a quiet and secluded spot atop Canglong Mountain. It's renowned for miles around, attracting a constant stream of devout men and women, their incense smoke swirling.
The nunnery has nine nuns: Yuechan as the master, and eight disciples: Mingyue, Jingyue, Miaoyue, Huiyue, Kongyue, Guangyue, Guiyue, and Xiangyue. Each month, the nine of them spend their time chanting scriptures, praying to the gods and Buddhas, carrying water, chopping wood, practicing rituals, and burning incense, passing the quiet, uneventful years.
But last year, on the Mid-Autumn Festival, a refreshing breeze blew; everything was renewed, and many pilgrims came. The youngest disciple, Guiyue, had been standing almost all day. After finishing her evening prayers, her master, Yuechan, and the seven disciples all entered the inner hall and jumped down on Guiyue's head. This startled Guiyue, who was completely bewildered.
'Master, what's wrong with you
?'" "Little Guiyue, save me! Guiyue, save me!" The master and his disciples kowtowed again. "Master, please stand up and sit down to talk. This...this is too much for your disciple," Guiyue hurriedly knelt down and said.
"If you don't agree, we won't get up!"
"Master's kindness to me is higher than the heavens; I would gladly die for you if you needed me. Amitabha! Tell me quickly, what happened
?" "Amitabha..." Old Master Yue sighed and said, "A misfortune for Buddhism, a misfortune for Buddhism! Guiyue, you've been standing in front of the hall all day. Did you see a man in his fifties with a leopard's head and snake eyes, looking like a fierce demon, come to offer incense
?" "Ah, I remember, there was such a person. His eyes gleamed with evil light, and he stared at my disciple for a long time!" Guiyue said.
"Do you know who he is
?" "Your disciple doesn't know."
"This man, nicknamed Canglong Dasui, also known as Master Hu, lives in Hujiayi behind the mountain. He's a local tyrant, openly colluding with the imperial court, secretly working with bandits, abducting men and women, committing all sorts of evil deeds. Today's pilgrimage is actually a pretext for seeking pleasure. He's taken a liking to you and wants you to return to secular life and become his concubine. I've tried to reason with him based on Buddhist principles, pleading with him for good karma, begging and crying, but he's relentless and insists on his plan. He says he'll come to take you tomorrow, and that if you don't agree, or if anything happens to Guiyue, he'll kill all my disciples and my master, smash the temple gates, and burn down the temple. He says what he means, and he does it. Our lives are all in your hands, Guiyue, Guiyue, you, you, you must save us..."
Master Yuechan led his disciples in kowtowing repeatedly.
Guiyue slowly stood up, subconsciously picking up the wooden fish and gently tapping it.
"Bang, bang, bang," the Jingyue Nunnery was deathly silent. Canglong Mountain was eerily quiet, without a single star or moon in the sky. Only the "bang, bang, bang" of the wooden fish resounded, pounding against the heart
... "Ha, ha, ha..." Xiang Kongmeng threw down the wooden fish and laughed maniacally for a moment, then calmed down and said in a composed voice, "I thought something terrible had happened. Oh, so that's it. I've had enough of this arduous life of cultivation. I want to return to secular life. Isn't this a blessing from heaven? Master, senior brothers, get up quickly, just agree."
The master and senior brothers, as if relieved of a great burden and having escaped death, chanted "Amitabha" in unison and stood up.
The next day, a bright red sedan chair carried Guiyue to the Hu family at the foot of the mountain, where she became Hu Taisui's ninth concubine.
From then on, Guiyue became gentle and charming, catering to his every whim and obeying his every whim. Although she was young, only in her early twenties, her years of cultivation had made her quite shrewd. Thus, she completely captivated Hu Taisui, making him obedient and spoiled.
She visited Jingyue Nunnery several times to offer incense and worship Buddha. Her lavish and luxurious lifestyle, with her entourage, stirred the hearts of the young nuns.
From then on, in the quiet of the night, the nuns would gather in a room, discussing and studying men, imagining the pleasures of sexual intercourse.
At this point, Mingyue blushed, her face flushed.
"Ha, ha, ha, how interesting! So, how did your master die
?" "Alas! What a sin, what a sin!"
"If you believe me, please, young nun, continue."
"Alright! I'll tell you, I'll tell you!"
Ever since Xiangyue was carried away in a lavish sedan chair to become a concubine, some disreputable men have been appearing at Jingyue Nunnery. Under the guise of offering incense and worshipping Buddha, they grope and harass the nuns. Master Yuechan, an elderly woman nearing sixty, hated this to the core and spoke out against it, only to be repeatedly beaten by them.
It was an evening, a clear autumn night with a bright moon and many stars. I was just about to call my fellow disciples to begin their evening prayers when suddenly a dark figure flew down from the green-tiled roof and red walls. I quickly hid behind a large, ancient cypress tree, carefully observing the situation. Then two more dark figures flew down, and I saw three figures, all dressed in blue and masked, wielding weapons. They headed straight for my master's residence in the back hall. I mustered all my courage, and with trembling legs, I secretly made my way to my master's residence. I soaked my finger in the window paper and peeked inside.
"Ah!" Three long swords, their blades pointed directly at Shi Fu's throat, terrified her. She slumped onto the bed, her body trembling like a leaf. One of the burly men said lewdly, "Take it off, take it off! I heard you're an old maid, today I'll
let you experience the taste of a man's big cock!" "Today I'll let you taste what a man's big cock feels like!"
"I heard you're strict with the young nuns, so you'll set an example!"
"Are you going to take it off or not?" one of the men said impatiently.
"You...you...why...do this...this is a sin...I'm almost...sixty...years old..." the old nun pleaded bitterly.
"Ha, ha, ha, the old one's getting tired of the younger ones, they want to taste what the old one feels like."
"Stop talking nonsense!"
Just then, "Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh!" three sword tips pierced the old nun's robe. They tore the cloth to shreds, leaving only strips. The three masked men, still leering, continued to pluck at it with the tips of their swords until the man was completely naked.
The poor master, his plump white breasts exposed, his full buttocks protruding, his rounded thighs flailing about on the bed, scratching and clawing, trying to find something to cover himself.
Just then, the three masked men swiftly stripped off their clothes and removed their veils, their thick, erect penises throbbing as they climbed onto the bed.
"Brother Ying! You go first, get on!"
The man called "Brother" pounced on the master, while the other two burly men, one holding the master's hands tightly, the other pressing down on his ribs, saw with my own eyes the dark, long penis thrust in forcefully twice before fully penetrating. Then, it began to tremble violently. The master immediately let out a bloodcurdling scream.
My master had probably already fainted, lying there motionless, while the burly man continued his vigorous thrusting.
Then came the second, the third. My master was already on the verge of death when they quickly put on their clothes. I felt as if I had just come to my senses, and hurriedly, with heavy legs, fled to my room. The three figures then flew onto the roof and disappeared into the distance. When I returned to my master's room, he was already dead. These three masked men were the three burly men that the hero had killed that day.
Hearing this, Wang Xiaotian sighed deeply: "Then, who is this old Taoist priest?" "
This wicked priest often pesters my master under the guise of spreading Buddhist scriptures. According to my master, they were childhood sweethearts, inseparable since they were little. Later, due to a severe drought, they were starving and cold, and went their separate ways. Logically speaking, we should sympathize with them. For a long time, the nuns treated him with utmost respect. But one night, he sneaked into the residence of our junior nun, Guangyue, and raped her. Today, they are fighting for revenge because of my master's death. So today, this hero has rid our Jingyue Nunnery of this scourge, restoring our nunnery to its former glory."
Deeply moved by this legendary story, Wang Xiaotian said, "I will do my best to ensure the safety of Jingyue Nunnery from now on. I hope the young nuns will cultivate diligently, burn incense, and worship Buddha, so that the nunnery may flourish again."
In the afternoon, seven young nuns knelt in unison before the Buddha statue in the main hall, chanting sutras loudly. The wooden fish drum rang rhythmically, incense smoke curled, and the bells tolled softly. They were praying for blessings for Wang Xiaotian's elderly mother, wishing her boundless happiness and longevity. At
this moment, Wang Xiaotian strode into the hall, bent his knees, and knelt on the ground, kowtowing several times. His voice trembled as he said, "Mother, your son begs the Bodhisattva to bless you with longevity and happiness, to rid you of illness and disaster, and to grant you all your wishes." "
Having said that, he stood up, untied his satchel from his waist, took out ten large silver ingots, and respectfully handed them to Master Mingyue.
Wang Xiaotian was exhausted after the fight, and Mingyue prepared a sumptuous meal and fine wine for him. Seven young nuns sat on either side, attentively serving him, offering him wine and food, celebrating the elimination of the four pests and the flourishing of the nunnery's incense offerings.
Wang Xiaotian was in high spirits and drank until he was completely drunk. The nuns helped him to the back hall and settled him on a large sandalwood bed. Some took off his shoes, some made the bed, some served tea, and some poured water. Each nun curiously stole glances at this upright and strong man until Wang Xiaotian began to snore. Only then did the nuns one by one withdraw from the back hall.
Wang Xiaotian slept so soundly that he soon drifted off to sleep. He seemed to be walking among the willows in spring, clusters of forsythia blooming with golden flowers in the warm spring sun, and by the stream at the foot of the mountain, patches of wild grass sprouting tender green tips. The crystal-clear river water, like a gentle young girl playing a zither, tinkled and sang a beautiful song. An old woman with white hair was beckoning to him with a kind smile
… Ah! It's Mother! Her eyes were healed, her sight was restored! He rushed to his mother, shouting with joy and relief, "Mother... your eyes are healed, and your asthma is gone too! Thank God!"
He picked her up and spun her around twice. Just as he was gently setting her down, he suddenly noticed a devilish face behind an ancient locust tree not far away. He was startled and rushed to the tree, only to see a wisp of smoke rise into the air, and the devil was gone
... Wang Xiaotian woke up from a nightmare, wondering if someone was plotting against his mother. Who was that devilish face? He had to be extremely careful and eliminate this demon to ensure his mother's safety. With that thought, he turned over and fell asleep again.
He didn't know how much time had passed, but he felt hot all over, his mind wandering as if something was wriggling beside him. Acting on his martial arts instincts, he sat up with a start.
Under the dim light of the oil lamp, he clearly saw a naked, bald girl kneeling between his legs, her hands cupping his hard, erect penis, sucking it desperately. At the same time, he realized his own body was also completely naked.
Startled awake, the girl straightened up, tears welling in her eyes, and softly whispered, "Hero, it was wrong, please forgive...my rudeness, because I love you so much..." She then began to sob.
Wang Xiaotian suddenly understood everything. He said uneasily, "You are a nun, how can you..."
She cried between sobs, "I'm only nineteen, I can't bear this torment any longer...Good man, give me some tenderness and happiness."
Wang Xiaotian was deeply moved, looking at the beautiful, bald girl with immense sympathy.
She possessed delicate, fair skin, like jade, with a well-proportioned figure, her curves perfectly defined. Her plump back and rounded shoulders were full of sensuality, and her arms were smooth and glossy, like two pieces of jade lotus root. Her long, round neck was as white as snow, and her round face held an innocent childlike charm. Beneath her delicate, willow-leaf eyebrows, her large, dark, watery breasts shimmered with alluring allure. Her red, tender lips, like ripe peaches hanging from branches, tempted anyone who saw them to take a bite. She exuded a youthful warmth and captivating fragrance, which wafted into his nostrils, stirring his burgeoning masculine heartstrings.
He was mesmerized, intoxicated, stunned, and dumbfounded. Involuntarily, he reached out and pulled her into his embrace. She was so gentle and compliant. She lay reclining on his broad chest, her head nestled in the crook of his elbow, her round, plump buttocks resting between his legs, her two jade-like legs bent to one side, her large, watery eyes radiating a lewd allure and provocative desire.
In that instant, Xiao Ni keenly felt his penis pressing against the area below her vagina and above her anus, as if she could feel it twitching slightly, or as if it carried a strong electric current, emitting invisible waves near her vagina, passing through her neural pathways and being received by the girl's mind and body. A new sensation coursed through her body, spreading and growing. Her uterus opened wide, gushing forth clear, transparent fluids that trickled down her vagina and labia majora, slowly seeping towards his erect, hard glans
… Wang Xiaotian was in no hurry; he used his long fingers, with sensual skill, to caress her full, swollen breasts. She yielded to him, straightening her upper body. He began by kneading her breasts extensively, their elasticity causing them to bounce up and down, left and right. He kneaded the left breast, then bounced back to the right, then back to the left, playfully teasing her
. After kneading the left, he kneaded the right, until the young girl threw her head back, kicked her legs, and gasped, "Oh, it's so itchy, so comfortable..." Wang Xiaotian kneaded her while admiring the various parts of the girl's forbidden zone.
Her breasts were high and firm, like two opposing mountain peaks, echoing each other. At the peaks were two light brown nipples, with small, reddish, translucent, uneven mounds. Between the two peaks was a deep gorge. At the upper end of the gorge was a barely perceptible black mole, below which was a flat, soft abdomen. Due to her plumpness and fullness, her chubby navel was buried, revealing only a shallow crevice.
Her pubic hair was sparse and curly, pale yellow, neatly arranged on her mound-like pubic area. A prominent clitoris hung high at the top of her vulva. She had a slender waist, a full figure, and her jade-like legs were delicately smooth and alluring.
Wang Xiaotian had been with countless women, but he had never seen a young girl as sexy and alluring as Xiao Ni. He passionately explored her breasts, his long, slender fingers gently pinching and slowly twisting her nipples
… “Ah, so good!”
she moaned, her breasts and buttocks undulating, arousing his desire.
He quickly noticed that her brown nipples had suddenly become so swollen and erect. Her slender waist writhed incessantly, her plump buttocks tightly gripping his most sensitive, thick, and firm penis.
Wang Xiaotian's blood surged and boiled like boiling water; his legs burned and throbbed with a sticky, pulsating sensation.
At this moment, Xiao Ni's reaction was even more acute. She closed her eyes slightly, feeling as if a small rabbit was running through the grass, searching for its burrow near her vulva. Without hesitation, she reached her hand under her buttocks and grabbed the thick, long penis. His
whole body shuddered, and he strained to arch upwards. Xiao Ni, however, moved with surprising agility and grace, creating a beautiful angle. Like an exhausted person finding a soft mat, she eagerly and forcefully sat down.
In this crucial moment, Xiao Ni's hand, which had been rubbing the penis, moved nimbly and skillfully.
With a "whoosh," the long, large penis shot out like an arrow from a fully drawn bow, hitting the bullseye.
The hot, tight fleshy opening gripped his penis tightly, her plump, white buttocks twisting wildly, her lower abdomen thrusting upwards simultaneously.
Wang Xiaotian held Xiao Ni tightly around the slender waist, and Xiao Ni gripped his hands tightly in return.
A series of tense and intense hip-twisting movements followed, and Xiao Ni let out intermittent moans. "Ah... um... so beautiful... so comfortable..."
Accompanied by the twisting and moans, Xiao Ni was drenched in sweat and panting heavily.
Seeing that Xiao Ni couldn't hold on any longer, Wang Xiaotian forcefully tilted her to the side, pulling her down so they were lying sideways on the long embroidered pillow.
Wang Xiaotian thrust in and out relentlessly, nearly fifty or sixty times, until Xiao Ni's small hand was behind her back, scratching his buttocks, thighs, and back, moaning incessantly.
"Ah...ah...you've touched...my...flower...flower core...ah...it feels so good...ah...ah...I...I...my...baby..."
She convulsed, feeling his thick, hard penis, like a pillar of fire, penetrating her vagina, touching her core, reaching her uterus, piercing her heart. Her whole body burned like fire; she felt waves of heat, her face flushed with desire, her lips panting softly.
"Good!...good...!"
She closed her eyes, feeling that this gentle, breezy penetration was like floating in the clouds, incredibly beautiful.
He thrust more than thirty times in a row.
Each time he reached her clitoris, she would convulse and moan, biting her lip tightly, revealing an extremely beautiful and pleasurable expression of comfort.
"I can't...can't...can't...don't...come...slow...slow...come...um...I...uh...uh...I...almost there...ah...hold on...I can't...I'm going to come...ah...I'm going to come...!"
At this moment, Wang Xiaotian seemed to have just reached his peak, how could he stop there? He continued to thrust in and out, penetrating deeper and deeper into her secret place, until her vagina contracted tightly. Her
vagina gripped his penis tightly, impenetrable, and she felt so happy that her whole body felt like it was falling apart.
“Oh, you little devil, I…I’m going to…I’m going to…I’m going to…I’m going to ejaculate…wait
a little longer…” He thrust harder and faster.
Xiao Ni was drenched in sweat, her buttocks thrusting out, her body trembling uncontrollably. “Oh…ah…uh…uh…I’m done…I can’t take it…I’m going to die…I’m going to ascend to heaven…stop…”
In less than the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, Xiao Ni had ejaculated several times.
From beginning to end, Wang Xiaotian thrust relentlessly, sometimes slowly, sometimes forcefully, while Xiao Ni gripped his penis tightly, her excited nerves reaching orgasm again and again. Her body went limp, her limbs scattered, scratching, moaning, experiencing extreme pleasure.
Wang Xiaotian, however, did not ejaculate; his penis remained erect inside her, enjoying the warm, wet vagina.
Just as they were lost in their blissful reverie, the main hall in the back suddenly opened, and the six young nuns rushed in.
(Chapter Six)
A bright moon peeked out from behind the green tiles and red walls, its round face smiling. The stars twinkled; it was the dead of night, late into the night.
The young nuns had finished their evening lessons, chatted and laughed together for a while, and then went back to their rooms to sleep. Only Xiangyue tossed and turned in bed, unable to fall asleep.
This was an extraordinary day. Two lives had been lost in the nunnery, casting a shadow over her young heart. She was afraid—afraid that ghosts would suddenly appear in her house, afraid that the spirits of the dead would linger and wander the nunnery every night.
However, in her heart, there was a new side to him. For the first time in her seventeen years, she had seen a true hero, a man of unwavering integrity. She had witnessed the breathtaking fight on the rooftop, seen his superb martial arts skills, and seen his filial piety as he offered incense to his elderly mother in the main hall.
At that moment, as she tapped her wooden fish, she shyly stole glances at him. He was slender, with a long, narrow face, thick eyebrows, and piercing eyes. Every word and movement he made was so elegant and agile. Even the bright scar on his left forehead was, in her eyes, a mark of heroism. With the stirrings of a young girl's heart, she observed him so closely, not missing a single detail. She saw this steel-like man, tears welling in his eyes, kowtowing repeatedly. At that moment, her heart broke. Through his clothes, she imagined his well-developed pectoral muscles and strong, iron arms. When her gaze shifted to his lower body, she saw a bulge between his legs. Her beautiful eyes were fixed on that bulge, wondering if it would move a few more times. Thinking of this, her shy face flushed red. She lowered her head, no longer looking at him, and focused intently on rhythmically striking the wooden fish.
She thought of her junior brother, Guiyue. Since Guiyue was carried away in the red sedan chair, she has been coming to the nunnery to worship Buddha and offer incense, dressed in her finest attire. These seventeen or eighteen-year-old nuns, as they mature into puberty, find their desires for love growing stronger. They always gather in groups of three or five, secretly discussing men: how strong a man's arms are, how developed his pectoral muscles are, how thick or thin a man's penis is, what the mysterious glans looks like, what color it is, whether the inside of the penis is made of bone, what it feels like to have a penis inserted into a vagina, whether a thin or thick one is better. They chat until the nuns are restless, their juices flowing freely, their minds in turmoil, unable to sleep at night.
As they dispersed, Xiao Ni Xiangyue lay in bed, eyes wide open, lost in thought, her desire unbearable. Her vagina throbbed with intense itching, forcing her to insert her middle finger and stir vigorously, while her index finger pressed and teased her clitoris. Then, she pressed her hands against her full breasts, kneading them fiercely until she felt weak and overwhelmed with desire, only then could she finally fall asleep. Sometimes, she even thought of the old Chinese medicine doctor who had taken her virginity
… She clearly remembered it was when she was thirteen. One day, her mother's old ailment flared up again—coughing, wheezing—and she rushed to the town to the only herbal medicine shop, asking the renowned old Chinese medicine doctor to prescribe a remedy.
The old Chinese medicine doctor, surnamed Liu, was over seventy years old. He was sturdy and upright, with a straight back and a long, white beard that twitched on the front of his long robe. His eyes, though small, were clear and bright. He lived alone, but was not lonely. It was said that in his youth, he was a dashing and romantic figure, living alone in the county town, and many courtesans adored him. Even now, in the dead of night, unidentified women were often seen entering and leaving his house, which appeared old on the outside but was luxurious inside. His medical skills were exceptionally high; many women who had been impotent under his touch, after a couple of doses of medicine, became virgins within three days. He was renowned throughout the surrounding villages, who called him a reincarnation of Hua Tuo (a legendary Chinese physician) and a descendant of Lü Dongbin (a legendary monk). Perhaps because of this, in the remote and secluded town, where ignorance prevailed and illnesses were common, people sought his help, and no one interfered with his private life.
Xiangyue, panting, entered the old doctor's house. The old doctor paused for a moment, but immediately came to greet her.
"Who are you getting medicine for?" he greeted her with a kind smile, appearing as a respected elder.
Little Xiangyue whispered, "For my mother!" She avoided the old doctor's intense gaze, her heart pounding.
"I know, I know, your mother's illness, sigh..." The old Chinese medicine doctor, his head full of white hair swaying, turned to pick up the medicine.
He handed the medicine to the girl's delicate hand, examined her for a while, and then gently and earnestly instructed, "If it doesn't get better, come back for more. Don't rush to pay, we're old neighbors, haha
..." She nodded repeatedly, looking gratefully at the old Chinese medicine doctor's kind face. The old Chinese medicine doctor stood in the middle of the room, watching her figure disappear like a swallow cutting through willow branches, standing motionless for a long, long time.
The mother's condition did not improve. In the middle of the night, her coughing almost shook the house to its foundations. The father sighed by the mother's bedside. Xiao Xiang looked at her skinny mother, her face flushed red from coughing, and a wave of heartbreaking pity welled up in her heart. She turned around and went to find the old Chinese medicine doctor again
. Neither she nor her father suspected the old Chinese medicine doctor of tampering with the medicine. He was highly respected, his reputation soaring; to doubt him would be a sin.
For her mother's sake, she hurried to the old doctor's house.
The old doctor seemed to know she would return, smiling, but his eyes gleamed with a cunning and confident light. "Oh, this time I'll give you a special medicine, a family secret recipe!" he said, handing her a steaming cup of tea. With a beaming smile, he said, "Have some tea, catch your breath, and I'll go get the medicine. You wait here!" He calmly walked towards the medicine shelf, as if undertaking a great and sacred task.
The tea was strong and very potent. Feeling parched, she tilted her head back and drank it all in one gulp. It tasted a little bitter, then a burning sensation in her heart. Her vision blurred as she watched the old Chinese medicine doctor slowly and deliberately pick out the herbs. She wanted to urge him on, but a strange feeling stirred within her—a burning, intense heat coursing through every inch of her skin, every vein, every nerve, as if trying to devour her heart. This heat and itchiness spread rapidly down her body, concentrating in her still-pubic hair-covered vulva. A piercing itch grew within that tender opening, until finally, her labia majora, minora, and clitoris all began to stir. Her small hands, disregarding everything, reached into her trousers, scratching wildly with her fingers
… An unprecedented desire and yearning pounded against her soul and body, stimulating her cheeks, breasts, and still-developing vulva. The most mysterious and alluring images flashed before her eyes: she longed for a pair of large, rough hands to roughly knead her breasts, to passionately kiss her face, and to vigorously probe inside her vulva. Her fidgeting intensified her desire, a wave of lust assaulting her body. Her cheeks flushed, her eyes glazed, her breathing rapid—she was reaching a point of uncontrollable climax.
"Faster...faster...faster..." she moaned, her delicate body contorting on the luxurious red cushion.
The old Chinese medicine doctor tossed aside the medicine in his hand, approached, and smiled smugly and lewdly.
At that moment, Xiao Xiangyue, lying on the cushion, flailing her arms and legs, trembling all over, suddenly grabbed the old doctor's veiny hand and reached into her pink underwear
... "This...here...hurry...hurry...I can't take it anymore!"
The old doctor said with a kind smile, "Don't rush, young lady, take your time, I will cure your illness!" With that, the old doctor slung his arm across the cushion and slowly, piece by piece, stripped her of her clothes.
"Quickly...treat...my...illness..."
"That'll be alright, you'll feel better soon
..." The young girl's body was so alluring, like a potent stimulant. It worked wonders on this nearly eighty-year-old man. When he finished removing the last pair of underwear, he was stunned.
She was beautiful, with dimples, charming and alluring, her cherry lips fragrant, her voice soft and melodious. Her newly developed skin was smooth and delicate, plump and glossy, shimmering with a silken sheen. Her breasts were firm and full, with round, swollen, jujube-red nipples. Her figure was slender and graceful. The mound of her vulva was white and bright, without a single pubic hair. The entire triangular area was brownish-red, her labia thick, her clitoris swollen, and her large, watery eyes sparkled.
The girl gripped the old man's hands tightly and pressed them against the parts she needed most. Her small, round breasts, under the old man's kneading, bounced back and forth like two playful roly-poly toys.
"Quick...Grandpa, this...I can't take it anymore, quick...quickly...treat me...!"
"Baby, don't rush, treat me little by little, slowly, don't rush!"
Saying this, the old Chinese medicine doctor gritted his teeth, glared, and with both old hands, he spread his fingers and grabbed two small steamed buns, kneading them vigorously. While kneading, he slowly bent down, pressing his wrinkled, long-bearded face against Xiao Xiangyue's rosy cheeks, rubbing and twisting them up and down, left and right. His long beard brushed against her jade-like neck. His large, toad-like mouth trembled as he said, "Baby, are you feeling better
? Hmm
..." "Mmm...ah...so good...harder...much better...kiss, I...kiss...I...
" She closed her eyes, her two jade-like arms tightly wrapped around the old Chinese medicine doctor's neck, her legs kicking incessantly. The desire within her was released in certain areas, but the old doctor's medicine launched an even greater attack on her chest, as if dozens of rats were digging holes and building nests in her internal organs with their sharp rhinoceros claws, causing her excruciating pain and leaving her completely disoriented. Her vagina was unbearably itchy, like a starving beggar trying to devour anything that could satisfy her hunger
… “Mmm, mmm…”
Desperate, she didn't know what to do. She forcefully tightened her grip on the old doctor's neck, aimed at his bearded mouth, and thrust her fragrant, youthful tongue into his mouth
… He greedily sucked and sucked.
A new sensation surged through her body, sending a new electric current through her, causing her to tremble uncontrollably. Her tongue, being pulled and shoved by his toad-like mouth, emitted a series of "woo...woo...woo..." sounds.
The old Chinese medicine doctor stopped sucking, saying intermittently, "Good! Darling, is there anything else that's uncomfortable...it's...the secret formula...
" "I can't take it...it's so itchy...it's killing me...please treat me..."
"Okay, darling, wait a moment...it'll be over soon..."
At this moment, the old Chinese medicine doctor hurriedly stripped off his long robe, short jacket, outer trousers, and underwear, coming naked to Xiao Xiangyue's side.
Xiao Xiangyue grabbed his arm, her other hand pressing incessantly against her vulva
… “Quick…quickly treat…ah…”
She didn’t know what secret formula this old Chinese medicine doctor had, or how to treat it. Instinctively, she opened her beautiful eyes and cried out, “Ah!
” She saw that the octogenarian was emaciated, his veins bulging, like a skeleton wrapped in human skin. Only his long, thick, dark purple penis stood erect, nodding incessantly
… The medicine continued to take effect; her vagina contracted and expanded, clear, transparent fluids gathering on the red silk cushion, glistening. She no longer cared about her girlish shame; she grabbed the old doctor’s penis: “Grandpa…quick…quick…quickly insert it…the deeper the better…I really can’t…can’t take it…anymore.”
With a forceful pull, the octogenarian fell onto her. However, he did not act immediately. Instead, he slowly straightened up and said gently, "Baby, you're too hasty. Don't rush! Come, come, come, open your legs, yes... yes... yes, listen to me, I'll put some anti-itch medicine on you... you'll feel better in a little while. "
The old man kept muttering, "Yes...be good...it'll be over soon..." as he slowly brought his head close to the vulva. He plunged his head in, opened his mouth wide, and greedily sucked the glistening fluid. Then he lay down on the vulva and began to suck again. He licked so carefully, so attentively, so cleanly ...
Little Xiangyue, hearing only the "splatter" sounds, looked up and saw the old man licking the fluid flowing from her vulva. She cried out desperately, "No...no...it's too dirty..."
"Baby, you don't know, this is real nutrition...
" "Grandpa, hurry...hurry up and insert it...hurry up and heal me...I'm going crazy...I'm going to die...save me..."
"Okay, I'll insert it, I'll insert it!"
He pounced on the thirteen-year-old girl, his large penis aimed at her vagina and "whoosh," it plunged in completely
... "Good...good...harder...into...yes...oh...it feels so good..." Outside
, the wind picked up, the gale shaking the trees on the street, making a painful howling sound. The wind raged, relentlessly battering the old Chinese medicine doctor's door, while inside, joyful, satisfied, lewd laughter echoed.
After an unknown amount of time, the effects of the drug on Xiao Xiangyue completely wore off. She stared wide-eyed at herself, lying naked on the soft cushions, her legs sticky and wet. She understood everything. This lecherous old man had tricked her into taking the aphrodisiac, willingly letting him take her virginity. What else was there to say? She quickly put on her clothes and, like a lame little horse, rushed out of the pharmacy, running disheveled back to her home.
Her father asked her why she was in such a sorry state, but she collapsed onto the bed without a word.
The scene from earlier replayed in her mind: her lower body in a mess, the old Chinese medicine doctor like a bull, thrusting into her vagina again and again. She suddenly cried, weeping for her misfortune.
The next day, poor Xiao Xiangyue suddenly disappeared. She left her home and wandered far and wide, finally finding her place—becoming a nun and entering the gates of Jingyue Nunnery.
A long and painful experience tormented her for three whole years, but in the last year or so, she gradually forgot about it and it disappeared. As she grew older and the spring tides of the young nuns surged, sometimes the image of that octogenarian, as strong as a bull, would immediately float into her mind, and his long, thick, dark purple penis would immediately penetrate her vagina in her dreams. After each time she sought pleasure in her dreams, she felt so lonely and desolate. She regretted that she should not have stepped into this secluded place. The human world was so beautiful, so happy, so colorful, so enchanting. She longed for a home, a real man, and a man who belonged entirely to her, to give her protection, warmth, and all her physical and mental needs. She could no longer bear this cold life of being alone in an empty room, eating vegetarian food and chanting Buddhist prayers.
She lay on the empty, cold bed, wearing only her underwear, blinking her large eyes as she recalled the unforgettable scenes of the day. A figure kept appearing before her, thick eyebrows, large eyes, a long, thin face, and a gleaming scar. Ah! It was him! A towering hero! A strong desire arose within her, a desire for possession, a lustful, carnal desire.
She wrote a note, secretly went to the back room, and handed it to him. But she mustn't let anyone see it; if discovered, wouldn't it be utterly shameful? No, she couldn't be so rash. She had to completely suppress this desire.
The quiet Jingyue Nunnery was desolate and lonely, without a breath of wind. The ancient trees stood motionless, and a sliver of pale moonlight streamed through the window, illuminating Xiangyue's alluring body
... Suddenly, a woman's moans reached her ears. She sat up abruptly, straining to listen
... "Ah...ah...uh...ouch...I...can't...take...it...anymore..." The moans continued.
She hurriedly dressed and staggered along one side of the main hall towards the back hall.
Under the eaves, she heard it more clearly: panting, seductive voices, wanton whispers—it was clearly a woman's voice. Who was she? Who dared to intrude into the hero's room? She tiptoed, her wet fingers soaking the window paper, and peered through the window. In the dim candlelight, a naked man and woman were tightly embracing. The man was the hero she had longed for day and night
… “Ah!” A surge of jealousy welled up in the young girl's heart, rising rapidly to her head. She felt dizzy, her body trembled, and huge tears streamed from her beautiful eyes,
falling to the ground with a “cough, cough, cough.”
She hated this woman, this bald, naked woman. The woman's face was turned to the side, making her difficult to recognize. She stared intently at the young nun.
At this moment, the bald nun lay sprawled in the man's arms, her large buttocks pressed tightly between his legs. She moaned and twisted her hips violently. The man held her neck tightly with one hand, while the other rhythmically kneaded her breasts, making her curl, sway, struggle, and moan like a snake
… The bald nun was so beautiful that she danced with joy, so pleasurable that she tossed her head repeatedly. And in that instant, she recognized the bald man as her best confidant, Master Mingyue. Her hatred vanished, replaced by an endless emptiness, melancholy, and resentment. She wept again, yet her beautiful, tearful eyes couldn't bear to leave the small window, staring blankly at the man and woman engaged in a passionate, frenzied, and unrestrained carnal game. He was an invincible hero in the eyes of everyone else, but before women, he was a gentle, considerate, and masterful womanizer.
His slender fingers pinched her pink nipples, rubbing, twisting, and teasing them—what a rare man he was! She longed to rush into the house, strip naked, and lie on his broad chest, letting him play with her beautifully. Thinking of this, a surge of heat coursed through her body, her vagina stirred with a tingling, itchy sensation, and wanton fluid flowed down her smooth thighs.
Xiangyue was a girl with a bold heart but a weak stomach. Her mature body desperately needed a man to play with it, but she didn't have the courage to rush into the house and confess her feelings to the vigorous man, Yu Han. She wanted to tell her sisters about this alluring scene so they could come up with a good idea: to get this man to devote his heart and energy to them and give them some wonderful pleasure.
(Text 7)
Xiangyue was burning with impatience, so much so that she needed to act quickly to achieve her goal. It was an inexplicable lust that burned fiercely within her.
"Miaoyue! Miaoyue, open the door!" Still no response. Only the countless stars seemed to wink at her playfully, and the bright moon seemed to mock her. A gentle breeze carried a chill, and the sticky liquid between her legs felt cold and hard. Frustrated, she stamped her feet repeatedly, gritted her teeth, and slammed her fist against the door
… "Bang!"
"Who is it
?" "It's me, Mingyue, open the door!"
"What is it so late
?" "Open the door, and I'll tell you!"
The door creaked open, revealing Miaoyue wearing only a nun's robe, underneath which lay a completely naked body. She rubbed her eyes, pouted, and looked utterly impatient.
"You're up to something again, can't you even hear me knocking?" Mingyue complained.
“Hehe, I had a dream,” she said, still half-asleep.
“What’s the use of just dreaming? This time I’ll make you do something real,” Xiangyue said, keeping him in suspense.
“Stop joking, what’s real?” Miaoyue replied casually.
“Sit down, I’ll tell you, I just came back from the back room. They were both completely naked, hugging tightly, that big dick thrusting in and out, really getting into it…” Xiangyue said, her eyes darting around as if she were right there.
“Quick, you brat, who are you talking about?” Miaoyue asked impatiently.
“You can’t afford to mess with this person,” Xiangyue said, keeping him in suspense again.
“Oh, you’re so long-winded, just tell me!” Miaoyue shook Mingyue’s shoulders impatiently.
“Who else could it be? Our master, Mingyue!” Xiangyue said, pouting.
"Oh! They all live in the back room. They're so close, they get the best of everything!"
"And that slut, don't even mention it," Xiangyue said, her jealousy flaring.
"That woman's always hogging all the good things," Miaoyue said resentfully.
"We have to think of a way to stop her from getting it all to herself!" Xiangyue said through gritted teeth.
"What do you suggest?" Miaoyue asked anxiously, her eyes wide.
"Let's get all the sisters up and storm into the back room. We'll flirt and be provocative in front of that man. Even if we don't get the meat, we'll at least smell the fish," Xiangyue suggested.
"Yes, that's it! Brilliant, absolutely brilliant!" Miaoyue exclaimed, giving a thumbs up.
"Oh, how come you're completely naked?" Xiangyue noticed Miaoyue wasn't wearing underwear.
"Sleeping like this is comfortable, hee hee hee..." Then she said seriously, "Hey, Sister Xiangyue, what does that man's penis look like
?" "Wow! Thick and long, so impressive, you'll see in a bit."
"Let's go!"
"Let's go!"
They called out to the young nuns Jingyue, Kongyue, Guangyue, and Huiyue one by one. All the nuns were girls under twenty, with beautiful faces and graceful figures. In the spring-flourishing Jingyue Nunnery, they were all more wild, more unrestrained, more daring, and more outrageous than the last.
In Guangyue's room, after hearing Xiangyue's description, they attacked her en masse. They unanimously approved of Xiangyue's plan.
Finally, Xiangyue mysteriously said, "We need to be fully prepared. Let's get dressed now, and then we'll do it this way, this way...!"
The night was quiet, but emotions were restless. The wind carried a chill, and hearts surged with heat. Several pretty figures, exuding the fragrance of young girls, disappeared at the end of the main hall
... In the back hall, under the flickering candlelight, after a couple had indulged in the pleasures of lovemaking, some "spiritual tremors" and "feasts of the flesh" still lingered around them. The intense stimulation of unrestrained lust and radiant passion still had lingering effects. Her soft breaths were slightly panting. Mingyue lay in Wang Xiaotian's arms, her charming and beautiful eyes slightly closed, her two pink legs limply resting on his knees, one jade arm wrapped around his waist, and her other small hand tightly gripping his still erect and thick penis.
Wang Xiaotian leaned against the satin quilt, one hand around her slender waist, the other still kneading her rosy nipple. His spiky face rolled incessantly against her rosy cheeks. His mind was still filled with the overwhelming waves of desire, and he was breathing heavily with pleasure.
Suddenly, the sound of crickets filled his ears. Acting on his martial arts instincts, he opened his eyes and stared: "Ah!
" Six young nuns stood in a row, kneeling before the bed, their large, blinking eyes fixed on Wang Xiaotian's steel-like arms.
Wang Xiaotian, unaware of what was happening, pushed Mingyue aside with a "whoosh," leaping to his feet: "What happened?" He had completely forgotten his naked body.
He stood there, his thick eyebrows raised, his eyes wide open, his arms clenched into fists with bulging veins, his pectoral muscles bulging and gleaming, his six-pack abs clearly defined, a narrow, long, glossy black tuft of hair clearly visible on his chest, and his lower abdomen and thighs covered in thick, dark hair. From the center of this dense pubic hair stood a long, thick, strong, and hard penis, its surface a dark reddish-brown, the glans swollen and the spurs sharp. The large glans was moist, reddish, and gleaming, its single, dark eye and engorged opening alluring.
The six young nuns, their beautiful eyes wide open, stared dumbfounded at the one-eyed king standing in the dark triangle, not one of them answering.
"Speak quickly!" Wang Xiaotian urged impatiently.
"Hero! Don't worry. Nothing happened. We just wanted to share our feelings with you," Xiangyue answered first, mustering her courage.
"Yes! We'd love to sit with you, hero," Miaoyue said softly, her face flushed.
"You and Master… um… we all saw…"
"We're all sixteen or eighteen-year-old girls, don't you understand
?" "What girl doesn't yearn for love
?" "We miss you, we love you, we want you to give us some joy." Jingyue, Kongyue, Guangyue, and Huiyue grew bolder and more explicit with each word.
At this moment, Mingyue had already sat up in bed. Seeing these shameless junior brothers, she was filled with jealousy and fury. She quickly put on her clothes, jumped to the ground, and ran out with a "thump, thump" sound, saying as she ran, "What a sin! What a sin!"
The young nuns couldn't help but giggle when they saw Mingyue's angry and fierce appearance.
"Say what you will, but take a piss and look at yourself!"
"Only the magistrate is allowed to set fires, while the common people are forbidden to light lamps."
"She's comfortable, so she doesn't care about others."
"Look at her lewd appearance, all pretentious!"
"Hey, look at the wetness on the bed, and you're still talking about others!"
"Stop talking! We share hardships and joys. She's a woman, and we're women too. Women should sympathize with women. Let's not laugh at each other. We sixteen or eighteen-year-old nuns all know our own hardships. Who doesn't want to find a man, a real man? Why do we insult ourselves and demean ourselves?" This reasonable and heartfelt speech silenced the nuns, who all lowered their heads in quiet contemplation. These words were Xiangyue's heartfelt sentiments.
"Ha, ha, ha..." A burst of earth-shattering laughter jolted the nuns from their reverie. Wang Xiaotian understood everything; so that's how it was.
He stopped laughing and said seriously, "This girl speaks very well. Sharing happiness and hardship is the principle of us Jianghu people, and helping others is our duty. Since you young ladies think highly of me, I, Wang Xiaotian, can only obey without hesitation. Sexual intercourse between men and women is a matter of course and human instinct. Young ladies, you are so straightforward and bold in expressing your feelings; I, Wang Xiaotian, admire you greatly. If you ladies like this (he protruded his belly and vigorously flicked his trembling penis), whoever wants to go to bed with you can play. Let's play."
The young nuns were overjoyed. They stood up, smiled and nodded at each other. With a "whoosh," the six young nuns simultaneously threw off their robes, revealing six naked girls, each with a different expression and alluring eyes, before Wang Xiaotian.
Wang Xiaotian's eyes lit up, and he exclaimed, "Ah!" His eyeballs moved horizontally from left to right, then he closed his eyes slightly and said from the bottom of his heart,
"Mmm, so beautiful!"
Meanwhile, Ming Yue, filled with jealousy, dragged her limp body back to her room, flung off her robe, and collapsed onto the bed, sobbing uncontrollably. Her sobs were so heartbreaking, so full of grievance, so agonizing.
In the milky moonlight, her plump, white shoulders, soft, smooth back, and full, round buttocks rose and fell in unison, her pink legs twitching incessantly. Glistening, glistening light shone from the cleft of her plump buttocks—the clitoris hidden beneath her thick labia. A few soft, yellow hairs trembled slightly near her anus, and the tender flesh inside her vagina slowly contracted. Patches of fluid seeped from the inside of her thighs. A soft, melodious sob echoed in the room, then drifted out the window
… The sobs gradually subsided and finally disappeared. Mingyue shifted her delicate body, lying back on the embroidered pillow. She felt her breasts swell, and gently kneaded them with her small hands.
Suddenly, a feeling of regret gripped her heart. Why had she been so jealous and angry? Was this man even hers?
No, no, he was a wandering outlaw, a pilgrim who came to offer incense for his elderly mother. Her own rudeness and disrespect were utterly unacceptable. What would the nuns think of her? How would they treat her? How could she ever face them again
? A feeling of guilt and remorse tormented her, tearing at her. She gripped her white breasts tightly with her small hands, screaming as if possessed.
"Why is this happening?!"
Mingyue was a beautiful, quiet, and elegant girl, quite shrewd. She was the pillar of these young nuns; everyone respected her and willingly obeyed her every command.
Mingyue was the longest-serving nun in the nunnery. She had come to Jingyue Nunnery at fourteen, and five years had passed since then—five long, quiet, and painstakingly healing her wounded soul.
This invisible wound had caused her countless tears. In the quiet of the night, those heart-wrenching scenes would constantly appear before her eyes, tormenting, ravaging, and devouring the heart of a young girl
… A hundred miles away from Jingyue Nunnery, there was an inconspicuous mountain village. On market days and New Year's celebrations, the town was bustling with activity.
At the southern end of the town, there was a well-known butcher shop. On its two long counters, it offered a full range of meats, offal, and cuts, both lean and fatty. People from far and wide came to patronize it, and business was booming.
When Mingyue was three, her father passed away. Her mother, only thirty years old, brought Mingyue to this town to marry Wang Laowu, the butcher's owner.
Mingyue became the "flower of the town."
Mingyue grew up slowly. One day, she noticed her reflection in the mirror was beautiful: a rosy cheek, gentle almond-shaped eyes, slightly raised breasts, and a graceful figure. Despite the hardships of her life, nature had not diminished the youthful beauty it had bestowed upon her.
Sometimes, as she walked to the butcher shop carrying her groceries, the dashing young men would cast burning glances at her, conveying a certain message. She understood the meaning behind those gazes, however vaguely.
One summer evening, a cool mountain breeze chased away the day's heat, bringing comfort. Groups of children chased and played under the trees, old men chatted amongst themselves, and women chattered noisily.
Having spent the entire day removing pig bristles, Xiaomingyue returned to her room, wanting a good bath. So, she prepared hot water, closed the door, and undressed to bathe.
Mother, busy all day, was in the kitchen preparing dinner.
Wang Laowu returned home; the food wasn't ready yet. He went inside and heard the sound of running water. He knew perfectly well that his daughter was taking a bath. But a wicked thought crossed his mind; he wanted to see for himself. He sternly pushed open the door. The hinges were silent. He looked down and saw a layer of water seeping under the hinges, from which came the splashing sound from behind the partition. He turned around and was instantly stunned. Inside, the air was misty, and a beautiful, alluring body was writhing gracefully. In the steam, two small, lotus-like mounds appeared and disappeared. Two bright red nipples swayed faintly, her round, white belly smooth and delicate, her long, full legs draped over the edge of the wooden bathtub, and her long, white arms moved like waves.
Below her lower abdomen and between her legs, a patch of yellow pubic hair rose, her vulva tightly closed, her labia swollen, and her small clitoris half-hidden.
Ah! She was ripe!
He didn't disturb the girl, quietly turning and walking away.
From then on, her father, contrary to his usual cold and stern attitude, stopped letting her do heavy work, often buying her things girls liked, and becoming affectionate with her. But Xiaomingyue didn't take this affection seriously; instead, she tried hard to put on a smiling face in front of her father. However, not long after, she felt a mysterious and unfathomable look frequently flashing in her father's eyes.
It was another cool and comfortable night. Her mother had gone to visit her parents, leaving only her and him in the house: a young girl in the prime of her youth, and a butcher with a full beard and as fat as a wild boar.
The quiet night quickly lulled Xiaomingyue into a dream.
Meanwhile, the fat butcher was deep in thought
... Ever since that day he saw his daughter's alluring body while she bathed, his mind had been replaying that fleeting moment of pleasure. He felt as if a mist had appeared out of nowhere, then dissipated, revealing a naked woman, her breasts high and erect, her waist swaying gently, her snow-white legs moving slowly, her arousing vulva seemingly beckoning and smiling at him.
He lay on his back, his eyes gleaming with a faint blue light, his mouth smacking as if he were chewing on some delicious delicacy. A trickle of saliva flowed down his chin, his legs tensing, one hand gripping his long, thin, black penis tightly, rubbing it back and forth against his inner thigh. He resembled a general sharpening his spear before battle.
It seemed the steel rod wouldn't obey his commands; the glans gradually heated up with friction, the shaft grew harder with each touch, throbbing and wagging its tail, its single eye wide open. A surge of heat rose from his chest, gradually pressing down his body, then concentrating on his penis. In desperation, he rolled over, pinning the penis beneath him, trying to subdue it. But the penis, like a mad bull in a bullring, charged forward relentlessly, butting, ramming, and colliding. It finally conquered this two-pound bead, and he could no longer endure it. He straightened up and tiptoed towards his boudoir.
The door was ajar, the hinges making no sound. He hunched over, crouching, his eyes bloodshot, moving with silent, stealthy steps, like a bandit searching for treasure in the deep mountains.
He walked to the bedside, and the sweet fragrance of a young girl wafted into his nostrils, stimulating his masculine senses. He reached out and, with trembling hands, lifted the sheet covering her navel. Ah! Everything was clear; everything was right before his eyes.
Xiao Mingyue slept so soundly, so sweetly. Her long eyelashes lay neatly on her eye sockets, her nostrils fluttered rhythmically, and her small mouth was upturned, as if she were having a sweet dream. Her two small hands rested on the outside of her breasts, her nipples erect, her navel faintly visible, her slender waist and full hips clearly defined, and her two white, jade-like legs. One was slightly bent inward, the other stretched out on the bed, just spread at a certain angle, exposing her peach-like vulva completely.
She wasn't wearing underwear today; perhaps it was because of the hot weather!
His unruly black penis, as if finding its home and a place to belong, charged forward like a police dog smelling a scent, wagging its tail and trying to break free of its leash and rush into the tiger's den.
Instead of satisfying his lust, he gently stepped between her legs, slowly lowered his head, and brought his nose close to her vulva, turning his head greedily, ravenously, and insatiably inhaling the scent. He inhaled the unique, fishy, pungent smell of a woman, then gently blew on the soft, yellow hair, which swayed slightly. He then raised his head slightly, creating some distance, and carefully observed the mysterious triangle. When he saw the thick, glistening labia, he unconsciously drooled, then inhaled sharply and swallowed the saliva. At this moment, he stretched out both hands, trembling, and pressed his middle fingers onto the labia, slowly applying force outwards.
He pried open her vagina, creating a wide slit. Ah! It was a whole new world! The tender red flesh was so fresh, it seemed like it was dripping with juice. He'd been selling meat for decades, and he'd never seen anything so vibrant. He quickly bent down to smell it. An even stronger, fishy odor filled his nostrils. He looked up again, admiring the flesh from her vagina to her lower abdomen and breasts, a surge of intense lust rising in his chest. He had reached the point of unbearable urges. Trembling, he lifted his penis, aimed it at the opening of her vagina, and thrust forward.
A cry of "Ah!" rang out, and Xiaomingyue awoke from her dream. She started to kick and struggle, about to scream again, when a towel was stuffed into her mouth. A
virgin's vaginal walls are contracted and tightly closed, a mysterious forbidden zone. Without the lubrication of vaginal fluid, dry grinding and forced entry are extremely difficult.
However, Wang Laowu's dark red penis was thin and long, and with the weight of over two hundred pounds concentrated on it, in that instant of his fierce thrust, it was like a boulder falling from a cliff, carrying powerful momentum, colliding with the damp earth at a certain point, and the dark red penis was inserted two-thirds of the way in. A heart
-wrenching pain exploded within Xiaomingyue's internal organs. Despite a towel stuffed in her mouth and her arms tightly bound by him, she still frowned, gritted her teeth, twisted her body, kicked her legs wildly, and made muffled "ooh...ooh..." sounds from her nostrils.
The large penis had finally found its home, intruding into the forbidden zone, tasting the incredibly tender and delicious feast. However, it wouldn't stay quietly in the two holes on either side of the strait. It wanted to jump, to leap, to make a fuss, to exert its instinctive function.
The thrusting began. Wang Laowu's broad body gently rotated a few times, stirring his penis inside the vagina, causing the tender flesh to expand and reduce the immense resistance from contractions and tightness. At this moment, his sensitive fingers seemed to sense a "gurgling" sound from deep within the vagina. This sensation immediately entered Wang Laowu's brain. He gently pulled upwards, followed by a forceful thrust. Xiao Mingyue's whole body trembled again as the entire large penis slid in to the root.
Xiao Mingyue let out a low "woo...woo..." sound
. The large-scale thrusting began, like a violent storm, lightning and thunder, more than thirty times in a row. The vagina became wet and lubricated, the walls completely stretched open.
The large penis, like a fish in water, surged forward and backward in the pool of vaginal fluid, thrashing and leaping, swimming joyfully. His long, pointed glans, flushed red, his single eye wide open, his straight, beautiful shaft bulging with veins and erect barbs.
At this moment, Xiaomingyue had already lost the ability to resist; her limbs were limp, her whole body weak, and her breathing rapid. A towel was stuffed into her mouth, only making her face flush red, her anxiety unbearable. Her lower body was thrusting rapidly. With all her might, she pulled the towel out, and her breathing immediately became much easier, but she couldn't make a sound, couldn't open her mouth. Only the two-hundred-pound penis pressed relentlessly against her weak body, squeezing and pulling her small breasts back and forth, pressing them tightly against his broad chest. His lower abdomen contracted and expanded constantly, not even giving the air in her lungs a chance to linger. Just as it was inhaled, it was expelled, causing her to continuously emit soft moans: "Ah...ah...ah..."
Seeing that she had submitted, no longer resisting or screaming, Wang Laowu became increasingly emboldened, step by step escalating his actions. He opened his foul-smelling mouth and began kissing, nibbling, and biting at her tender face. His hard stubble relentlessly pricked her cheeks, forehead, and neck, making her feel like she was being torn apart. His bites made her heart pound, his nibbling made her tremble, and his kisses stirred his own body, leaving her feeling numb.
"Ah...no...no...no
..." The turmoil on her face masked the intense pain in her vagina. The strong pressure from her breasts created an itchy sensation. This new feeling intensified, spread, and expanded until every inch of her skin and every part of her body stirred and became active, forming a huge current of heat that pressed down on her lower body.
The excruciating pain vanished, her tense nerves relaxed, her skin softened, and her blood surged. The pain in her vagina transformed into numbness, then into a burning sensation, and pressing on it produced a tingling itch. An unthinkable desire gripped her entire body.
Yu Laowu grinned triumphantly, continuing to thrust his penis in and out! Admiring her delicate face and beautiful eyes, her breasts heaving and her nipples throbbing with passion, her slender waist swaying and her round hips rocking, he lewdly whispered in her ear, "Girl, is it good?"
"You...old...thing...we...are father and daughter...ah!" "
Girl, we're not related, let me have some fun with you!"
Then, his large head pressed down, biting and nibbling wildly
... "Oh...no! It...it...it...it...it...it...is...so...itchy...ah...you're so bad...bad...bad..."
His large head tilted back, and his lower body launched a fierce attack.
He thrust in and out with maximum force, repeatedly pulling in and out, repeating this a dozen times. Then he shortened the stroke, thrusting rapidly. The long, slender muscles in his large buttocks twitched incessantly, like a male donkey in heat, rapidly thrusting into a female.
His tender face, still streaked with saliva from the intense stimulation, was covered in red welts. The burning, tingling sensation hadn't subsided when his vagina was filled with a tempestuous storm of pleasure, a thunderous roar.
Her little hole was enduring a powerful thrust, the speed of the thrusting increasing, the penis penetrating deeper and deeper. She felt as if the penis were a pillar of fire burning fiercely inside her, making her face flush with desire, her body convulsing with ecstasy. She convulsed incessantly, moaning, "Itchy... Itchy..." The sounds of lust rose and fell, both alluring and seductive, seemingly growing stronger, deeper, and more pervasive, burning her abdomen and coursing through her entire body. Her frantic movements ceased, and she slumped limply onto the bed, her desire surging, a sea of lust overflowing. Suddenly, she was enveloped in warm, soft flesh, a breathtakingly alluring sight.
Wang Laowu was truly an expert, his every move skillful. Seeing that the girl was nearing climax, he suddenly slowed down, giving her a chance to catch her breath. After a wave of intense, itchy pleasure, Wang Laowu shifted his focus, slowly thrusting while simultaneously kneading her small breasts with his broad chest. He thrust his shoulders, his head swaying, moving his body around his chest. This move reignited her waning desire, and her arms began to dance again. Her face, flushed with passion and radiant with desire, became even more alluring and captivating. Her red lips trembled, occasionally revealing her pearly white teeth as she hissed and breathed heavily. Her long, glossy black hair cascaded down her plump back and soft shoulders.
Then another climax erupted. He held her and rolled around on the bed, his penis still firmly inserted in her vagina. This
caused Xiaomingyue to scream and cry out, her moans, lewd sounds, and obscene words filling the air.
They rolled back to their original position, and Wang Laowu casually placed a pillow under her buttocks, raising her vagina high. He then lifted her thighs with both hands, placing her calves on his shoulders. Leaning forward at a forty-two-degree angle, his strength concentrated in his lower back, he began thrusting wildly again, each stroke deeper and harder than the last, reaching the very core of her flower
... "Mmm... Oh... Hmm... So... So comfortable, so good... So... So... Beautiful... So... So... So... Long... So hard... Ah..." She
gasped softly, her desire surging.
Like a stone thrown into still water, a thousand waves crashed against the shaft, a gentle stream of fluid rushing upwards, pounding against her opening.
Her blood boiled, she bit her lip, revealing a look of both fear and pleasure
... "I can't...can't...can't take it anymore...oh...it feels so good...don't...don't...go...slow down...okay...my hands...can't take it anymore...oh...it feels so good...you...this...old...thing...you have so many tricks...oh..."
As the penis penetrated deeper and deeper, with the changing speed of the thrusts, and with her varying sensations, she involuntarily moaned: "Oh, ah, um, oh, ai, ya, yo."
Wang Laowu was already drenched in sweat. He used the strength of a butcher, thrusting fiercely into the depths of her vagina. Her vagina contracted in waves, his penis swelled in waves, her vagina tightly gripping his penis, his penis pressing against her, impenetrable, never leaving her. A powerful stimulation assaulted them both simultaneously.
"Oh...you wicked devil...hurry up and...I'm...I'm going to die...I...I can't...take it...anymore..."
He thrust with increasing vigor
. She ejaculated again.
In the midst of her wild, screaming climax, Xiaomingyue ejaculated three times in succession. Watching her beautiful expression as she climaxed, he could no longer control his passion, and his semen erupted like a volcano into her still-immature womb. His penis pressed against her clitoris, her vagina gripping it, soaking and nourishing him in its warm, moist embrace, savoring the bliss of a young girl's body.
Late at night. The moon shone through the window, illuminating the corner of the room.
After their lovemaking, Wang Laowu lay sprawled like a plucked pig, fast asleep, naked, snoring loudly.
Xiao Mingyue tossed and turned, unable to sleep. After their lovemaking, she used a clean towel to wipe the red and white fluid from her vulva, labia, and thighs, then sat on the bed and wept bitterly.
How could a father and his own daughter commit such a heinous act? How could he face anyone? She cried with such sorrow and pain.
Oh! He wasn't her biological father; they had no blood relation whatsoever. Logically, that made sense, but for a fourteen-year-old girl like herself to be involved with a bearded man in his fifties—wasn't that equally shameful
? The relationship between men and women was truly a mysterious enigma. Since last year, Xiaomingyue had often observed herself while changing her underwear, noticing many changes in her body, especially the flesh on her buttocks. It was getting thicker, fatter, and whiter. Her thighs had also undergone unusual changes; two years ago they were like sticks, but last year they became thick and full, radiant. But her wretched waist, instead of thickening, had become even more slender. Was this disproportionate? She'd heard the old folks say, "A girl changes eighteen times as she grows up, becoming more and more beautiful." Was this change making her more beautiful or less attractive
? Ah! And those damned breasts, so heavy, so swollen, growing endlessly larger. How wonderful it would have been if they were flat like before, so they wouldn't have been a hindrance to any work. Now, not only are they in the way, but they're also constantly swollen and itchy, requiring constant scratching to feel any relief. And those nipples, they've grown bigger too. They used to be like two small mung beans, now they've become two bright red cherries. Pinching them with my fingers feels like smoking opium—a tingling, light feeling all over, as if I'm floating in the sky. It's truly a strange thing.
The most troubling thing is this troublesome little vulva. For the first two years, it was fair and shiny, very beautiful. But now it has lost its original luster, becoming dark and reddish. The labia are also swollen and slightly everted, making it look terrible. Incomprehensibly, many curly, yellowish fuzzy hairs have sprouted on both sides and above the vulva, and they are growing thicker and harder. Even stranger, the vulva is constantly itchy, and there's always the urge to pinch and scratch it with one's fingers. Sometimes, in the quiet of the night, the vulva feels empty, like a hungry little mouth yearning for a hearty meal; only when it's filled does it feel comfortable.
The girl's body has changed a lot, but her psychology has changed even more. Since last year, she'd always wanted to dress up beautifully, apply makeup and perfume, and stroll through the market. Who was she trying to impress? She couldn't even say. She'd started to become curious about men. Every day when she went to the butcher shop with her groceries, groups of young men would stare at her intently. She would simply lower her head and walk past, but this was a pretense; she was actually using the corner of her eye to scan one of them from head to toe. Sometimes, she'd stand behind the butcher shop counter, observing every young man who passed by with great care and attention. And so, a series of questions would always arise in her mind.
Every night after falling asleep, she would begin to study them, to study all men. She first discovered that men and women were vastly different. They were tall, robust, broad-shouldered, and strong, with slender yet powerful arms. Especially noticeable was the bulge between their legs. What was inside, what did it look like? She didn't know. She could only imagine and try to depict the male penis, but she never captured the ideal image.
One noon, returning from delivering lunch to her father, she happened to see two large spotted dogs chasing each other by the roadside. The male dog cornered the female dog against a wall, and then leaped onto her back, its rear end contracting and expanding. Her eyes widened; she saw it clearly: suddenly, a large, bright red penis emerged from between the male dog's legs, thrusting and pounding into the female dog's vagina. She was so frightened that she closed her eyes. If there hadn't been so many pedestrians, she would have watched the whole thing.
On her way home, the horrifying scene kept replaying in her mind. She couldn't understand it—that long, thick thing, how terrifying, how frightening! But the bitch not only didn't flinch, she even strained backward, whimpering as the large penis slid in. She remained motionless, whimpering—it was unbelievable. Even a small thorn would make a person gasp in pain, so how could something so big and thick pierce flesh without feeling pain
? But from then on, she found the right answer. A clear, positive image appeared in her mind: the symbol of masculinity, that bulging thing between the man's legs—a large penis!
Everything seemed to make sense now. The emptiness in her vagina, the craving for flesh, the desire to fill her cavity—wasn't that the reason? Wasn't that bitch just ravenously devouring flesh?
But what's the difference between a human's thing and a dog's
? Didn't today's tumultuous physical struggle bring her a whole new world, a new feeling, a beautiful, exhilarating, indescribable new thrill
? Thinking this, she rolled over and saw Wang Laowu's long, thin penis between his legs, still proudly erect and trembling. Those dense, messy black hairs were glistening with droplets of fluid. It was that thing, that wicked thing, with such power and ability, making her dizzy and disoriented. This was truly a great pleasure, a great enjoyment!
As she watched, that frenzied scene reappeared before her eyes. Involuntarily, she bent over, sticking out her plump, white buttocks, her swollen, red vulva between them, and crawled towards Wang Laowu's legs.
A young girl on the verge of maturity, once she discovers the secrets of the world and tastes its sweetness, becomes like a wild horse, increasingly uncontrollable. Isn't Xiao Mingyue, this simple, naive girl, just like that
? A flickering candle cast a dim, eerie light.
She crept cautiously to his side, gently lifting one of his thighs and shifting it outwards, making his legs form a V-shape. Then, silently, she stepped between his legs, half-kneeling, half-prostrate, burying her head in it. She wanted to carefully observe its shape, its length, its thickness…
With her slender fingers, she gently pinched the glans, rotating it once. Curly black hair covered the area around it. With her other hand, she spread her thumb and middle finger, bringing them close to the penis. Her thumb pressed against the glans, and her middle finger reached towards the base, finding the large, wrinkled, dark testicles
… Ah! There was something hidden here. She leaned down to smell it. A peculiar smell she'd never smelled before—a mixture of fishy and foul odors. But she didn't want to linger, because it was a unique scent that held a powerful attraction for women, a scent shared by all men. Oh! This sac was moving! It seemed like something alive was slowly moving inside. This was a new discovery. Holding the glans with one hand, she gently squeezed the wriggling thing with the other. It was two round testicles. She squeezed them slowly in her hand, not feeling anything alive, but as soon as she let go, they started wriggling again. She stared wide-eyed, completely dumbfounded.
Its exact length remains a mystery.
Wang Laowu, like a drunkard, was a limp mess, snoring loudly.
Then he pinched the glans again, trying to trace the shaft downwards, when suddenly the penis seemed to come alive, "squeaking" as it broke free of her fingers and began to tremble stiffly.
"Ah!" She quickly withdrew her fingers, her eyes wide and mouth agape, thinking Wang Laowu had woken up. After a moment, his thunderous snoring continued unabated, accompanied by the grinding of his teeth.
She took a deep breath, calmed herself, and bent down to pinch the glans again with her fingers. As she gently lifted it and pressed it towards her abdomen, it was forcefully pulled back. Angrily, she grabbed it, muttering to herself, "You think you can run away? You think you can run away!" Then, with her other hand, she slowly moved along the shaft towards the base. She almost reached the testicles, but before she reached the end, she skipped over them and continued downwards, reaching all the way to her anus. She measured it section by section, spreading her fingers along the base.
"Ah!" It was terrifying! It was over a foot long.
"My God! Can a woman's vagina take this
?" But hadn't it already penetrated her so forcefully? Didn't she feel an overwhelming sense of pleasure throughout her body? Wasn't she feeling so good she could die
? Suddenly, she felt the penis throbbing and contracting in her hand. She simply lay down on the bed, holding the penis, observing it closely. The penis, stimulated by the touch, became even harder, the veins on its neck bulging, the glans red and translucent, so bright it seemed to pierce the moon. A surge of lust rose within her, an uncontrollable passion coursing through her.
Her whole body began to tremble. She cupped the penis in her hands, kissing, licking, and sucking the throbbing glans, making it sway back and forth. She had reached a point of complete ecstasy, the kisses so sweet, the licks so fragrant, the sucks so delicious.
A surge of heat quickly spread throughout her body. Her vagina began to throb, her waist swayed, and her legs kicked. Her lower abdomen pressed and rubbed forcefully against the wooden bed.
The pressure intensified until she reached an unbearable point. Her hair was disheveled, her face flushed, her whole body trembled, and her mouth watered. She frantically stood up, grabbed the penis, aimed it at her wet, sticky vagina, and slammed down. With a "whoosh," it was inserted to the hilt. She frantically clung to Wang Laowu, shaking his shoulders repeatedly:
"Dad, wake up, wake up!"
"Quick...wake up...I...can't...take it...anymore!"
Wang Laowu's mouth smacked a few times, then he suddenly opened his eyes, startled.
"What is it?
" "Quick, quick, play with me... I... my... pussy... itches... itches... quick..."
At this moment, Wang Laowu's dazed state had passed. He saw Xiao Mingyue pressing down on him, and his penis was already inserted into her pussy. She was moaning and groaning, her face flushed, twisting her waist, her two little buns pressed tightly against his chest. His head suddenly buzzed, like a volcanic eruption, spewing lava, immediately engulfing his whole body in a sea of fire.
“Girl, where does it itch?”
“Quick…my hole…is full of…you…you…making…it…!”
“Baby, let me kiss you…you…” As he spoke, Wang Laowu’s thick arms, like iron clamps, wrapped around Xiaomingyue’s neck, and he stretched out his long, red tongue, licking her peach-blossom-like face, licking it piece by piece, licking it little by little.
“Oh…it licks me…so itchy…come…lick it again…here…yes…oh…so itchy…oh…hehehehe, you’re so…bad…old…thing…”
He licked her until she convulsed, trembled, felt unbearably itchy, and experienced waves of pleasure coursing through her body. Her eyes were slightly closed, she was panting softly, and her round, white buttocks swayed incessantly with the rise and fall of her heart
. "Girl, is it good to lick
?" "Mmm...good...good...so good...so...beautiful..."
"Come on, baby, let me lick your breasts, ah!" "
You...are...so...bad..."
At this moment, Wang Laowu hugged the girl tightly, rolled over, and as soon as they switched positions, he pinned her down. She eagerly awaited the pleasure he would bestow upon her. He plunged his large head down, his big mouth instantly capturing her bright red nipple. His face pressed tightly against her chest, he shook his head while vigorously sucking, sucking one, kneading the other, sucking that, kneading that, while his large penis thrust in and out in unison
... "Ouch, ouch...I can't...take it...anymore...you're making me...itch...all the way to my heart..."
Streams of lustful fluid spurted from his penis, then flowed down her buttocks
... Seeing the young woman, Wang Laowu was nearing climax again. Suddenly, he slowed his movements, giving her a moment to catch her breath.
The girl, eyes closed and mouth open, gasped for breath, her body convulsing with each rise and fall of her chest, her cries of "Ouch, ouch, ouch, ouch" gradually fading.
At this moment, Wang Laowu felt the time was right and began to act. His hands began to grope haphazardly over her breasts. Ah
, he finally found them—two firm nipples. He pinched one nipple with each of his index, middle, and thumb fingers, slowly twisting and turning them, simultaneously thrusting in and out rhythmically.
The excruciating stimulation that had gripped Xiaomingyue's heart had just begun to subside when her nipples began to stir. Like two strings on a musical instrument, they played a passionate, unrestrained, generous, and stirring symphony, shaking every nerve in her body and causing her blood to boil instantly. Her already restless internal organs were now engulfed in a storm of passion
… Wang Laowu's hands and penis simultaneously accelerated, his obese body trembling wildly. He thrust in and out of her vagina more than thirty times in a row, his body drenched in sweat, his breath coming in ragged gasps
… Such stimulation, such provocation, was unbearable for a girl who had just lost her virginity. Xiaomingyue's voice was hoarse, her limbs limp, her moans weak, and her mouth stopped moving. Only the lightning-fast, intense stimulation continued to boom and explode within her chest
. Upon seeing the young girl, Wang Laowu's entire body went limp, as if he immediately stopped thrusting and kneading, gently shaking her shoulders with both hands.
“Girl, girl, stop working, take a break…”
Wang Laowu shouted contentedly, rolling off Xiao Mingyue.
The moon slowly sank behind the western mountains, shrouding the entire mountain village in darkness. The night before dawn was exceptionally quiet.
Chapter (VIII)
Time flies like an arrow.
Two months later, Xiao Mingyue's body underwent significant changes. Her tender face became dull, losing its youthful luster and turning sickly pale. Her slender and graceful figure became bloated. She understood what was happening. She dared not go to the street to deliver food, nor dared to go to crowded places. She stayed at home all day, doing endless housework.
Another two months passed, and her figure became so bloated that it could no longer be concealed, attracting strange looks and whispers. She had no choice but to tell her father.
Wang Laowu stamped his foot and gritted his teeth, "Let's go! Go see a doctor!"
His commanding tone left no room for argument. She followed Wang Laowu, weeping bitterly, towards the town. Behind them, a group of children shouted, "Look at the little slut!" "Look at the big belly!" An unbearable shame gripped her. She hurried to the home of a traditional Chinese medicine doctor in town.
After a dose of herbal medicine, her internal organs churned, and a pool of dark blood dripped down—the child was formed.
This scandalous affair quickly spread throughout the streets and alleys, and from then on, she became a hot topic of conversation.
Amidst the fervor of the gossip, Xiao Mingyue fled this place of birth and upbringing, a place of turmoil.
Three months later, she arrived at Jingyue Nunnery and took the monastic name Mingyue.
Xiao Mingyue lay naked on her small bed in her room, recalling this past event, and her heart calmed considerably. Suddenly, bursts of laughter reached her ears, sending a chill down the young girl's spine. She loved this man too much. She donned her nun's robe, quietly slipped out of her room, and arrived at the doorway of this place of lovemaking.
"Huh!" What's that hole in the window? Who did that
? Never mind! She nimbly climbed onto the windowsill and peered through the hole.
On the bed, a mass of milky-white bodies writhed and twisted. Some were embracing his thighs, some his buttocks, some touching his penis, some kissing his cheeks, some placing their vulvas near his mouth
… The cold moonlight shone, and all was silent.
The rooster crowed once more, the night deepened, but in the back hall of the Jingyue Nunnery, the sounds of lewdness and panting filled the air. Wang Xiaotian and six young nuns were caught in the throes of a joyous spring tide.
There was one man and six women, completely naked, their skin white and gleaming, rolling, writhing, panting, and moaning on the large, carved sandalwood bed. Some clung to his legs, some wrapped their arms around his waist, some sucked on his penis, some rubbed his testicles, some kissed his cheeks, and some straddled his chest, bringing their vulvas close to his mouth
… “Oh, this penis, so long, so thick, so strong!”
“Oh, these testicles, so fun, slippery, so soft!”
“Look at these muscles, one strip after another, like steel and iron.”
“Ah! This stubble on his face, so hard, so sharp, so prickly, so itchy!
” Six young girls, greedily, unrestrainedly, and wantonly played with a certain part of Wang Xiaotian's body, kissing, smelling, and licking it. Their desire surged, their blood boiled, their eight full breasts heaving and trembling, their gleaming arms dancing up and down, their large, white buttocks writhing back and forth. Their lust burned ever brighter, their passion growing stronger, until finally, they all converged on the place they most desperately needed: his lower abdomen, between his legs, that towering, erect penis. They jostled and pushed, pulled and pulled, a
flurry of activity as they rushed forward. All six bald heads converged around his lower abdomen, followed by a struggle for possession, a cacophony of voices and lewd words, their bodies swaying, heads jostling, hands and feet dancing—a scene of utterly obscene eroticism.
"Stop!" a sudden shout rang out.
The nuns fell silent, frozen in disbelief, as another rare sight unfolded before them. Each nun
, eyes wide with terror, displayed a variety of postures: some kneeling, some crawling, some bowing their heads, some squeezing sideways, some burying their heads in the sand—all graceful, each with their own unique charm.
At this moment, Wang Xiaotian sat up abruptly, momentarily stunned, then burst into laughter. He said gently, "Sisters, if this continues, no one will have fun, no one will be happy. Now, listen to my command, and I guarantee you'll all be joyful and happy."
Only then did the nuns' postures change. They all straightened up, looked at each other, and instantly covered their mouths, giggling.
"You were the one who grabbed so enthusiastically!"
"And what about the others? You squeezed them so hard they couldn't breathe!"
"She's even crazier, she grabbed on and wouldn't let go!"
"She's even more outrageous, she couldn't squeeze in herself, so she pulled on my leg!"
Wang Xiaotian smiled and waved to everyone. "Stop talking, now listen to my orders, you must obey!"
"Yes!" The little nuns covered their mouths and laughed again.
At this moment, Wang Xiaotian carefully examined each little nun. He saw them as peonies, vibrant and colorful, each with a different posture. Wang Xiaotian's idol was a petite, full-figured woman, so in an instant, he had chosen one. He pointed to a little nun and asked, "What's your name?"
"You mean me...?" she asked timidly, her eyes wide.
"Yes, it's you!"
"Ah, my name is Xiangyue," she answered softly.
"Come here, sit here," Wang Xiaotian pointed to his thigh.
Xiangyue got up and sat on Wang Xiaotian's left lap, nestled happily in his arms, and casually hooked her arm around his neck.
Wang Xiaotian's left arm encircled her slender waist, and he suddenly plunged in, kissing her wildly
… The hard stubble prickled Xiangyue, causing her to shake her head back and forth to dodge. A strong masculine scent assaulted her nostrils; the prickliness of the stubble, combined with the alluring scent, made her feel a tingling, numb sensation all over her face—a blissful sensation.
Wang Xiaotian slowly raised his right hand and gently placed it on her breast, his five fingers rotating together, kneading until Xiangyue arched her back, her abdomen arching, unbearably itchy.
The girl's heart instantly surged with desire, a torrent of lust coursing through her, pounding against her nerves and blood, her whole body agitated... "Ah...ah...oh...so itchy...so good...use...a little...force..."
Wang Xiaotian finished massaging one, then the other. Suddenly, he slowed down, raised his head, and gazed tenderly at Xiangyue's delicate, rosy face, softly asking, "Is it comfortable
?" "Oh, so...comfortable...too...comfortable!"
"How old are you
?" "Seventeen..."
He stopped kneading, and with one large hand, fingers spread, slid down her full breasts
… The two high, firm breasts, after a period of kneading, appeared even more upright and elastic; the tender red nipples were erect and swollen, gleaming with a dazzling luster.
Wang Xiaotian continued to admire this beautiful woman as his large hand moved downwards.
Down the cleavage was her smooth, delicate abdomen; her round navel protruded outwards, like a brown snail lying quietly on it. His large hand began to move downwards again, to her soft, white lower abdomen. Below that, clumps of dark, glossy, curly pubic hair covered the area between her legs, her lower abdomen, and the sides of her labia. Her vulva protruded like a small mountain; between her pink legs, her labia were thin and incredibly elastic, and her clitoris protruded like a red agate—truly a scene of open vulva, with a glistening pearl.
His large, broad hand traced down her lower abdomen and navel, finally stopping at her vulva, which resembled a small hill. He pressed his index finger against the soft bone above her vulva, gently massaging it.
Soon, Xiao Xiangyue began to pant softly again, her body limp, her vagina intensely itchy. Without thinking, she reached down with her small hand and grasped the thick, hard penis. She murmured, "Put it in...!"
Her body trembled, her breathing rapid, she moaned incessantly, and her buttocks writhed uncontrollably.
At this moment, Wang Xiaotian knew the time had come. He moved his finger down, inserting his middle finger into her vagina, and slowly but powerfully began to manipulate it. This caused Xiangyue's legs to spread wide, her thin labia contracting and opening, and her juices flowing freely. She kept moaning, "Hero... hurry... come quickly, I... want... you... to... put... your... cock... in... me..."
Suddenly, Wang Xiaotian lowered his head, pressing between her legs, and a burst of hot air rushed into her vagina.
It turned out that Wang Xiaotian's mouth was aimed at the opening of her thin labia, blowing air into it, making Xiangyue shiver and unable to help but lean closer to him.
Wang Xiaotian simply withdrew his left hand, supporting her buttocks with both hands, lifting her up, and sucking on her vagina.
Xiangyue felt a sudden emptiness and heat inside her vagina, and a gush of fluid flowed out. The tender flesh of her vagina was unbearably itchy, and the young girl's heart was pounding wildly. Her clitoris throbbed, her heart pounded wildly, and her mind was in utter turmoil.
Wang Xiaotian then thrust his tongue further into her vagina, swirling it around on the tender flesh, creating a sensation that was tingling, itchy, throbbing, and numb.
She felt lightheaded, her head spinning, and she couldn't care less about anything else. She desperately arched her hips, bringing her vagina closer to his mouth, allowing his tongue to penetrate even deeper.
Suddenly, her clitoris was pressed against the tip of his tongue, licking it upwards with a flicking motion. Xiangyue had never experienced such indescribable pleasure before. She didn't want to think about anything anymore, she forgot everything. She would rather die like this, as long as she could
... "Ah...ah...hum...hum...um...um..."
"Hero...you licked me so beautifully...it's itchy, it's numb...faster...my hole is itchy again...faster...come on...it's so itchy...it's killing me..."
Gushes of fluid overflowed from her hole.
At this moment, Wang Xiaotian finally raised his head, held her waist, and gently asked, "Xiangyue, is it comfortable
?" "Oh...it's so beautiful..."
At this moment, the other five nuns were all drooling, their holes dripping with fluid. Some were covering their breasts with their hands and kneading them, some were inserting their fingers into their holes and stirring, as if the one lying in Wang Xiaotian's arms was not Xiangyue, but herself.
Wang Xiaotian gently and considerately whispered in Xiangyue's ear, "Xiangyue, are you tired? Lie down for a while, we'll play again later, okay
?" Xiangyue opened her big eyes, obediently nodded, and then pounced on Wang Xiaotian for a few more kisses before sliding off his arms.
At this moment, Wang Xiaotian raised his head, observing the other nuns. His gaze quickly found a new target. This nun's fingers were still rubbing inside her own vagina, making "mmm-mmm-" moaning sounds.
Her face was flushed, and beneath her long eyelashes were a pair of expressive eyes. She was looking at him pitifully, as if saying, "Play with me!" Her mouth was small, her lips bright red, and she had a round, baby-like face.
She possessed an extremely beautiful body, slender and graceful, with long, jade-like legs, pale yellow pubic hair, and a tender, red vulva. Her opening was wide open, her full, protruding vulva resembling a small mountain, like a scene from a fairyland. Wang Xiaotian's sharp eyes were fixed on the enticing little slut before him.
Wang Xiaotian thought to himself, he needed to use some tricks on this little vixen, to satisfy her completely in one go. He said slowly, "What's your name? Yes! It's you!"
"I...I'm called Miaoyue!"
"Come, sit here!" He pointed to his large penis.
Miaoyue hurriedly crawled over from one end of the bed. She nestled into his arms, immediately feeling a warm current envelop her entire body. She raised her jade-like arm and wrapped it around his neck, then thrust forward, kissing him wildly on the face, making Wang Xiaotian laugh heartily.
Miaoyue, no longer obeying his commands, broke free from his embrace after a flurry of kisses. She abruptly rolled over, face down, her buttocks raised, and began frantically kissing his chest and abdomen, then sliding down to his pubic hair. She used her small hands to comb through his thick pubic hair, rubbing her rosy cheeks against it as she did so, occasionally giggling, then letting out strange moans of "hmm...oh...ah." Finally, she grabbed his penis and shoved it into her small mouth.
Like a starving beggar, Miaoyue plunged her head between his legs, greedily feasting. However, she disregarded her surroundings, sticking her buttocks high in the air, constantly swaying them in front of Wang Xiaotian.
Miaoyue's sudden attack completely disrupted his plans. While he was still bewildered, a plump, white buttock brushed past his nose. He stared intently, and it was as beautiful as spring snow, as exquisite as ancient jade. He was stunned, dumbfounded.
Those plump, smooth, and alluring buttocks gleamed with a mesmerizing sheen. The labia were full, the clitoris prominent, and wisps of pubic hair swayed slightly in front of his nostrils as he exhaled. He inhaled the sweet, musky scent of the young girl, igniting his virile lust.
He reached out with trembling hands, pressed them against her waist, and pulled her into his arms. Her jade-like legs rested on his shoulders. He plunged his tongue between her wet, sticky thighs.
Miaoyue grasped the penis with both hands, first licking the glans a few times, then taking several deep breaths to smell its flavor, before swallowing it whole. She used her tender tongue to swirl around the penis, feeling it swell and throb in her mouth, each throbbing and flicking upwards as if her tongue were challenging her.
Wang Xiaotian quickly parted her labia with his thick fingers, revealing the bright red, translucent flesh inside, which throbbed and contracted. He thought, "This little cunt is so wanton," and immediately opened his mouth wide, extending his long tongue to probe inside.
Miaoyue's legs kicked wildly, her body swaying, and her sucking intensified.
His tongue swirled, penetrating deeper and deeper, like a drill bit trying to pierce steel, while his teeth gently scraped and teased the slippery clitoris.
“Oh…ah…hero…little…ruthless…I…I can’t take it…anymore…please…please…hurry up and insert it…oh oh…”
A series of sounds rose, and desire burned fiercely.
Suddenly, Xiao Miaoyue spread her legs and slid off his shoulders. She turned and tightly clamped her round thighs around his waist, pleading desperately, "Good...man...I'm going crazy...hurry...give me to my cunt...come hard...be rough...hard...thrust...thrust harder...please...I...I'm so tired...I'm dying of itching...cock...hurry up and thrust..."
She gripped his penis with one hand, rubbing it incessantly against her labia and clitoris, strands of her juices coating the glans.
Wang Xiaotian really liked this feisty little nun's outgoing personality and her incredibly wanton little pussy. So, he calmly whispered, "Let's change positions, okay? You lie on your side, and I'll be behind you." He then had Miaoyue bend her legs and lie down, while he also lay on his side, grasped his penis, aimed it at her vulva, and began to rub and grind it vigorously.
His right hand also roughly squeezed and kneaded her breasts.
After only a short while, her juices flowed out again.
Wang Xiaotian then pressed the head of his penis against her clitoris.
"Oh! It's so itchy! It's so ticklish!" Miaoyue giggled.
She hurriedly tried to push her vulva towards the head of his penis, wanting to relieve the ticklish itch inside, but Wang Xiaotian wouldn't let it in.
At this moment, Miaoyue vigorously moved her hips up and down, but he still dodged and weaved. After several such teasings, she felt her lower orifice gushing with lustful fluids again.
She felt unbearable lust, and the tingling and itching in her heart grew stronger. She brought her vulva closer again, using her labia to envelop his glans, and with a surge of joy, she began to rub it vigorously.
Wang Xiaotian felt as if a ball of fire, a surge of heat surrounding his glans, making him itch as well. So, he thrust his hips forward, and there was a "whoosh" sound.
She felt as if a red-hot iron rod had been inserted into her vagina, thick and long, reaching deep into her orifice.
She couldn't help but tremble, and the lustful fluids in her vulva overflowed like a spring tide, flowing down her vaginal opening.
He felt his penis gripped tightly by that narrow opening, and as he thrust forcefully, he began to experience waves of pleasure that traveled straight to his heart.
Both of them, without prior arrangement, swayed their hips, one thrusting backward, the other forward, until Miaoyue cried out incoherently, "Oh...oh...oh...good man...my...darling...you...you...are making...making...so good...so...amazing...it's killing me...I..."
Hearing her cries, Wang Xiaotian whispered, "My darling, your little hole is so tight, it's making me feel so...itchy, so numb!"
"Oh, you're so wet again...so much, hahaha, you've made my legs...so wet..."
Miaoyue said in a seductive voice, "Are you...happy...too...happy...oh, this time it's...so deep...so good!
" The two talked while they did it, and their thrusting became faster, more rapid, and more steady, making a loud squelching sound as they penetrated her vagina.
"Oh, good man... I'm so itchy... My little hole... you've torn it... Oh... it's so itchy... harder... thrust harder... ah... ah... good..."
Wang Xiaotian's large penis didn't just thrust in and out, but moved wildly up and down and side to side, rubbing against the tender red flesh of her vagina. His thick pubic hair constantly stimulated her labia and clitoris as he thrust.
This dual stimulation made her moan with pleasure, and her juices gushed out again.
Her back pressed against his chest, she closed her eyes in blissful pleasure, her dry lips slightly parted, her tongue constantly licking her parched lips.
"It's so good... I'm... so... long... so big... I could die... it wouldn't be in vain... Oh... so good..."
She gritted her teeth, forcefully letting her vagina swallow the entire penis in one go. She arched her hips back, only then did she feel her whole body swell and her mind be full. Her whole body was burning hot, her vagina itching unbearably. The indescribable pleasure made her tense, yet wanton.
She moaned like a dream, writhing like a snake, making the penis penetrate even deeper into her vagina. She felt incredibly comfortable, for the first time in her life, she tasted this indescribable sweetness, so comfortable, so pleasant, that she fell into a semi-conscious state, a state like a god floating in the clouds.
"Oh... good man... I... I... my vagina... is leaking... leaking water..."
Then came a strange cry of "Ah!" Her delicate body trembled violently, an overwhelming pleasure coursing through her entire being. Her legs kicked wildly, her arms flailing, and she fainted.
Wang Xiaotian didn't stop thrusting; instead, he slowed his pace, thrusting in and out gently, each time reaching the very bottom.
After a short rest, she instinctively arched her back, panting heavily, her beautiful face regaining its expression of satisfaction. "Good, good man... ah... um... I will, I will let... you fuck me to death, fuck me to death... um... um..."
He then unleashed another series of rapid, forceful thrusts, each time penetrating to the very bottom.
Her vaginal fluids erupted like a tidal wave, gushing outwards; her legs clenched and unclenched, her whole body writhed, her blood boiling.
“Ah…I…can’t move…oh…it’s throbbing again…it’s itchy…so good…ouch…it’s killing me…you…stop it…it’s really…my life is ending…ah…”
Her juices flowed endlessly, and Miaoyue begged for mercy incessantly.
Wang Xiaotian sprang up with a swift movement, pulled Miaoyue into his arms, and gently kissed her, whispering, “Rest well! Ah!”
“Ah—” With a long sigh, Miaoyue slid to the side.
At this moment, the other four nuns were all huddled together, some nibbling, some biting, some shouting, some yelling.
“Stop yelling!” a shout rang out.
The four nuns simultaneously got up.
Wang Xiaotian smiled and said to them, "I think you sisters must be getting impatient. How about this? Let the five of us have some fun together."
Then, he stood up from the bed, as if commanding a thousand troops: "Come, come, come, all of you line up and sit on the edge of the bed."
The four little nuns, not knowing what to do, stared at each other wide-eyed and sat down on the edge of the bed, awaiting further orders.
He jumped off the bed, walked to one of the nuns, and lifted her chin with his fingers, asking, "What's your name?"
"My name is Guangyue.
" "How old are you
?" "Eighteen.
" "Oh, lie down, and spread your legs wider, yes, even wider."
By this time, Guangyue's legs were already sticky and sticky.
Guangyue was a charming and beautiful girl who always greeted the world with a smile. She had two dimples when she smiled, delicate, arched eyebrows, large, dark eyes, a melodious voice, smooth, delicate skin, and a beautiful figure. Her breasts were not large, but her nipples were prominent and rosy. She was slender and tall, with thick, glossy black pubic hair surrounding her reddish-brown vulva. She was a rare beauty.
Wang Xiaotian walked to the second nun and asked, "What's your name
?" "My nun's name is Kongyue, and I'm sixteen years old."
Wang Xiaotian smiled and lifted her chin, touched her breasts, and then rubbed her vulva. He then told her to lie down with her legs spread.
Xiao Kongyue was an innocent and lively girl with slightly dark but full and smooth skin, high and full breasts, small but firm nipples, and slightly curled, moderately thick pubic hair on her flat, shiny abdomen. The tip of her inverted triangle, with its bright red clitoris, was faintly visible, truly exuding a wild and unique charm.
The third nun, named Huiyue, was eighteen years old. She was an elegant and shy woman. She kept her head down, looking at her toes. If Wang Xiaotian hadn't told her to raise her head, she wouldn't have looked directly at anyone. She had a pair of large, expressive eyes, a straight nose, fair skin, and a pair of pointed breasts adorned with two red pearls. Her pubic hair was sparse and exceptionally soft, and a protruding clitoris hung at the top of her vulva. Her legs were like jade, a typical image of a well-bred young lady.
The fourth nun, named Jingyue, was sixteen years old. She had only been in the nunnery for less than a year. She had thick eyebrows, large eyes, a high nose, and a slightly upturned mouth, giving her a somewhat masculine air. She had large breasts with two round, protruding nipples, and her buttocks were high and swayed from side to side as she walked. Her abdomen was smooth, her navel was deep, and her labia were everted, indicating a woman with a strong sex drive.
At this moment, the four nuns, with their buttocks draped over the edge of the bed and their legs spread apart, formed four large characters.
Wang Xiaotian paced back and forth on the ground, then suddenly raised both palms, spread his fingers, took a deep breath, channeled it to his dantian, and circulated it throughout his body. Then, he pressed his palms down, concentrating all his strength in his lower abdomen. At this moment, Wang Xiaotian's large penis began to bounce, thrusting upwards, the shiny glans repeatedly striking his belly, making a "thump, thump, thump" sound, forming a 180-degree high thrust.
He slowly let out a sigh of relief before walking between Guangyue's legs. He gripped his swollen, elongated penis, aimed it at her vagina, and began to churn it up and down in the crevice like churning water.
Guangyue, still quietly waiting with her back arched, was suddenly struck by the intense scent of a man's penis. She jolted awake, and then felt as if a slippery eel was constantly sliding inside and outside her labia, especially when it reached her clitoris, causing her entire body to itch.
Seeing that Guangyue was already aroused, he reached for her breasts with both hands, not gently kneading, but gripping and squeezing them roughly.
Guangyue was agitated by the slippery eel, and then suddenly felt an even stronger attack on her breasts. She cried out in bewilderment, "Ah! It's so intense… itchy… my whole body… itchy… hurry… put it… in…!
" "Okay, baby, wait." "
Guangyue began, gesturing wildly, her plump white buttocks swaying.
Wang Xiaotian pulled away from her body, took two steps back, and thrust forward with his penis, hitting the bullseye perfectly.
A cry of "Ah!" rang out, and Guangyue trembled all over. It felt as if a steel spear had pierced her heart. Then, a penetrating, exhilarating pleasure spread throughout her body, and she moaned breathlessly: "Ah, so fierce, so long, so hard... so good
..." Then came another roar of "Ah!"
... Wang Xiaotian began to thrust rapidly, counting continuously: "One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight...
" After just a dozen or so thrusts, Guangyue's voice changed from pleasure to ecstasy. A wave of heat emanated from her vagina, quickly spreading and permeating every nerve in her body. With the intense stimulation of the penis, she involuntarily let out screams: "...Good...ah...hurry up and break...my...stomach...skin...so comfortable...so good...so good!"
"Ninety-six, ninety-eight, ninety-nine, one hundred, stop."
Wang Xiaotian knew very well that Guangyue hadn't had enough, but he also had to consider the other three nuns, so he could only whisper: "Guangyue, you should rest for a while." "
No...no...go...ah..."
Wang Xiaotian couldn't care less about anything else. He followed Kong Yue to her side, bent down, and kissed her tender cheeks. He then roughly swept his stubble across her cheeks, immediately causing Kong Yue to writhe, panting heavily, shaking her head, and opening her small mouth, her face flushed, to bite his face.
"Baby, don't bite! Don't bite!" "
?" He reached for her breasts with both hands, not kneading or scratching, but grabbing her nipples and twisting them hard.
"Ugh...ugh...so itchy...excruciating...so prickly...oh...so comfortable, you...you really...know how...to...play...with...women...I can't take it...hurry...put it in...quicker
..." While his stubble rubbed against her breasts and nipples, this rapid, intense stimulation was too much for Guangyue to handle. She had never experienced such a heart-wrenching tingling and itching sensation. Her small hands clenched into fists, and she kept pounding on Wang Xiaotian's back
. The attack from three sides converged into a tremendous force, like a raging storm with flying sand and stones, the power of a thousand thunderbolts, crashing down on the girl's entire body and mind. Then came a tremor, a jolt, a churning of her internal organs, causing Kong Yue to struggle in intense pleasure.
At this moment, Wang Xiaotian withdrew one hand, reaching between his legs and grasping his penis. Just as Kong Yue was writhing in agony, a "whoosh" sound was heard, and another unusually large penis was inserted. Then came the rhythmic "one, two, three, four, five, six
..." The first sound was a long "hiss," followed by: "Oh...oh...oh..." "Oh my god, ah...ah...it's so itchy...the penis...is inside...my heart...I...I'm going to die...I can't live...ah...it feels so good..."
With a "plop," Wang Xiaotian pulled out his penis in the throes of orgasm
. "Kongyue, are you comfortable?"
"Oh, you...you really...know...how...to play
..." Wang Xiaotian stretched his arms and legs on the floor, then walked to Huiyue's side, bent down and gently kissed her cheek, forehead, and neck. He slowly stood up, pinched her nipples a few times, then leaned over the bed, one hand combing her sparse pubic hair, the other hand stroking and moving incessantly over the upper part of her vulva, as if searching for some mystery.
Suddenly, he stopped moving, pressed his fingers on the soft cartilage area, first gently massaging it a few times, then beginning to rub it in a rotating motion. This was the focus that aroused a woman's sexual desire. He applied pressure around this focus while rapidly rotating
... Huiyue's initial arousal was already stirring after his kisses and nipple pinching; she moaned softly, her heart pounding with desire. His touch moved downwards, gently combing her pubic hair, instantly tingling her vulva. Her lower abdomen contracted, and her labia began to pulsate. Finally, he stroked the upper part of her vulva. She simply enjoyed the caresses with her eyes slightly closed, her beautiful body swaying like waves. Just as she was feeling smug, she shuddered, as if she had touched a floodgate. As his fingers moved faster, the floodgates of passion rose rapidly, and with a scream of "Ah!", Huiyue was completely submerged in a sea of lust.
"Oh...ah...um...yo...
" The increasingly loud screams drove her mad, tearing at her heart. Like a madwoman, she grabbed a nearby embroidered pillow, burying it in her arms and frantically biting and chewing on it, kicking and thrashing her legs like a butcher slaughtering a sow.
Wang Xiaotian showed no mercy, continuing his rapid spinning.
A long, drawn-out "Ah!" was heard.
Xiao Huiyue sat bolt upright, wrapping her arms around Wang Xiaotian's neck!
“Hero…good…man…good man…big brother…please…please…you…quickly put your…cock in…I’m going crazy!” she cried, biting his face. Her juices flowed down her legs.
An uncontrollable torrent of desire lashed at her, relentlessly tormenting her; she was in a state of frenzied trembling.
At that moment, Wang Xiaotian picked up Kongyue, laid her flat on the bed, spread her legs, aimed his penis at her opening, and with a “whoosh,” thrust it in all the way.
“One, two, three, four, five…”
With Huiyue’s limbs limp and her moans powerless, Wang Xiaotian finally withdrew his penis, leaned down, and said to her, “Huiyue, is that enough
?” “Ouch…enough…”
Wang Xiaotian’s face was now covered in sweat; looking at the heap of flesh, a barely perceptible smile appeared on his lips.
He wearily stretched out his arms, took a deep breath, and went back to Jingyue. He first kneaded her breasts a few times, twisting her nipples. He saw Jingyue's breathing become rapid. Then, he parted her pubic hair and labia, looked at her, and finally straightened up to Jingyue, saying, "Jingyue, how shall we play?"
"I don't know!"
"Then it's up to me."
"I'll listen to the hero."
"Ha, ha, ha, little Jingyue isn't easy to deal with."
"You have to go easy on her!"
"Come on, Jingyue, let's change positions. You put the pillow horizontally on top, then climb on the pillow, making your buttocks stick up high, okay
?" Because Jingyue had long been impatient, the repeated penetration of the large penis had already left her utterly aroused and overwhelmed with desire, she did as she pleased, though she was simply too impatient to continue.
Following his instructions, she placed the pillow under her lower abdomen and lay prone on the edge of the bed.
At this moment, her large buttocks were raised high, her two plump thighs tightly clamping her reddish-brown labia, which in turn tightly gripped the entrance of her vagina. Even so, her bright red clitoris was still swollen and exposed, a trickle of fluid still flowing, making one feel agitated and disoriented.
Wang Xiaotian walked to Jingyue's side, spread her legs, and bent down to pry open her labia with his fingers. He examined her closely and saw tender, bright red flesh undulating, contracting and expanding. Inside her vagina, clear fluid glistened and pulsated with each contraction of the vaginal walls. Below her vagina, a tuft of pubic hair above her anus was covered in sticky fluid, like dew on a lawn in the morning. Her anus contracted intermittently due to the agitation of her vulva. "
What a beautiful world this is!" Wang Xiaotian lowered his head and inhaled deeply twice, taking in the moist, warm, and fragrant scent of the young girl. He nodded in satisfaction, as if this were the greatest pleasure.
He grasped his seven-inch-long penis, letting the engorged glans, manipulated by his fingers, first become coated with her vaginal fluid, then slid it up and down, down and up, like rubbing a steel spear, into her long, narrow vagina.
The penis was very slippery from being soaked in vaginal fluid, so the speed increased.
Jingyue, first of all, felt his large, thick fingers pry open her labia. Her mind immediately tensed. She focused intently on the changes inside her vagina, then felt as if a large, hot worm was wriggling outside the opening. This wriggling was incredibly agitating; it touched her clitoris, then the opening, then her anus, like plucking three strings of a musical instrument
… Jingyue's emotions were constantly shifting, from tension and excitement to elation—three fuses ignited simultaneously, converging into a massive heat current that rapidly spread throughout her body, churning her heart, liver, spleen, and lungs. She scratched her lower abdomen and nipples; her blood vessels roared and surged, her nerves throbbed and trembled wildly. Her whole body immediately stirred. A strange, pleasurable itch emanated from her heart, spreading to every inch of her skin. A tingling sensation spread to every joint, a taste that was neither sour nor sweet, like rain nourishing her parched heart.
A person, especially a woman, has a limit to their capacity to bear happiness or pain. Exceeding this limit will cause a person to transform from normal to abnormal, leading to physical, mental, and emotional instability.
Jingyue had completely lost her reason, losing all physical, mental, and emotional normality. It's no wonder, then; how could a young girl withstand the manipulation of this expert in love, Wang Xiaotian
? The thick penis continued to slide incessantly, pressing against her clitoris a few times before quickly disappearing, pressing against the entrance several times before flashing past. Her vagina was unbearably itchy, her whole body restless. She gripped the sheets fiercely with both hands, her bald head shaking incessantly, her waist and hips undulating, her sharp cries echoing in the back room and flying out the window.
"Ah! Don't... torture... me anymore... please... please... be rough... put it in... my... hole... it's... itchy... I can't stand it... good man... give it to me!"
However, Wang Xiaotian ignored her moans, simply leaning forward, pulling out both hands, and grabbing Jingyue's breasts, immediately grasping her two plump, white breasts, then rubbing them like he was playing with exercise balls. "Oh... ah... my... heart... is almost... jumping out... ouch... I... can't take it anymore..."
Wang Xiaotian skillfully grasped the swollen nipples and began to twist them again. “Ah!… Itchy… So… Good… Beautiful… Oh… Harder… A little… Good… Ah… Ouch… I’m so happy… Hurry up and put it in…”
“Okay, don’t rush… I’ll… put it in…”
At this moment, he straightened up, pulled out his hands, grasped his penis, aimed it at her vagina, and with a “whoosh” sound, plunged it all the way in.
“Oh, so long… So thick… So strong… I’ll die without… regrets… Oh… It’s… all the way in… Deeper… A little… Ah… My uterus… is… broken…”
Jingyue howled like she was in a dream, kicking, convulsing, panting, wave after wave, higher and higher, she was tossed and turned in the waves of desire.
“One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten…”
“Ah… Oh… I’m going to heaven… I’m going to die… So good… Oh… It’s in my heart… Ouch… Good… Good… So good… Oh… I’m going to… Ascend to heaven… Hero… Spare me…”
“Ninety-one, ninety-two, ninety-three, ninety-four, ninety-five…”
When Wang Xiaotian counted to one hundred, he suddenly pulled up, withdrew his penis, and ended this shocking, relentless battle of flesh and blood.
An hour later, after everyone had rested enough, Wang Xiaotian and the nuns put on their clothes and found their junior nun, Fu Mingyue.
The young nuns sat cross-legged on the large bed. Wang Xiaotian spoke kindly to them
: “Today, we have violated the rules of the nunnery. However, this is human nature, and everyone understands. Even those who have left home are human, with emotions and desires, especially since you are all in the prime of your youth. Nevertheless, Jingyue Nunnery remains our sacred duty. Everyone must cultivate diligently to ensure the prosperity of Buddhism. I hope you, Master Fu Mingyue, will manage it carefully, leading the young nuns in chanting scriptures and practicing Buddhism, upholding strict discipline, and ensuring that Jingyue Nunnery on Canglong Mountain flourishes again. Tomorrow I will go to the county town to seek medical treatment for my mother. Later, I will send someone with one hundred taels of gold and one thousand taels of silver to rebuild the nunnery. If you encounter any difficulties in the future, please speak frankly; I will come often.”
The moon slowly sank behind the western mountains, and the entire Canglong Mountain was shrouded in darkness. The night before dawn was exceptionally quiet.
(Text 9)
The spring chill lingered, and a light drizzle fell.
The ancient town of Nanling County, a vital transportation hub throughout history, bustled with activity daily, its streets teeming with carriages and pedestrians.
Dozens of pharmacies, large and small, lined the town, including Furentang, owned by Jin Shanzhi. His ancestors had received instruction from a renowned physician, creating a unique formula called "Qingre Baidu San" (Clear Heat and Detoxify Powder), renowned for its ability to clear the lungs and relieve asthma, proving remarkably effective and curing all ailments.
The town was surrounded by peaks and ancient trees, historically known as the Green Peaks of Central China.
Wang Xiaotian was resting on a large tree outside the town, intending to get a good night's sleep before going to Jin Shanzhi to get his medicine.
Suddenly, he heard hurried footsteps approaching from afar, interspersed with loud voices.
Wang Xiaotian listened intently, his expression changing drastically. As the footsteps drew closer, he saw two martial arts practitioners discussing something while walking. He quickly strained his ears, listening intently to their conversation.
After they had gone some distance, Wang Xiaotian mentally reviewed what he had heard and immediately made a decision. That day, Tiger
,
a shop assistant at Furentang, got up early as usual. When he opened the door, a gust of cold wind mixed with drizzle swept in, causing him to shiver. He cursed the awful weather as he slowly removed the door panels. Suddenly, he stood frozen under the eaves, where a person lay like a dog.
Tiger, mustering his courage, went over and crouched down to see what was inside: a ragged beggar. A stench of blood filled his nostrils. He covered his nose with his hand and gently kicked the beggar with his foot: "Hey! Hey!"
The beggar sat up abruptly, rubbed his eyes with his large, dark hands, and lazily asked, "What
?" "You'll freeze to death here. Find a sheltered place to sleep."
"Hmph!" The beggar snorted heavily, ignored him, and lay back down to sleep.
Tiger Boy's kind heart was met with a cold shoulder, so he turned to sweep the floor, muttering to himself, "This beggar, he really doesn't know what's good for him!"
Just then, an old man strolled out of the house. He was over fifty, but vigorous and lean, with a very strong build. He asked ,
"Tiger Boy, what are you saying
?" "Boss, look, there's a beggar sleeping at the door, and we can't get rid of him. How are we going to do business later
?" "Ah!"
Jin Shanzhi looked over and saw that it was indeed true. Having been through many trials and tribulations, he knew there must be something strange about this. He went to the beggar and gently nudged him, saying, "Brother! You'll get sick sleeping under the eaves. Get up and go warm yourself by the fire in the back!"
The beggar stood up, stared at Jin Shanzhi, and suddenly burst into laughter.
The beggar stretched out a filthy, smelly foot and said to Jin Shanzhi, "I don't ask for money or rice, but please treat this lame foot of mine!"
"A family of doctors, dedicated to helping the people, what's wrong with that?" Jin Shanzhi turned to Hu Zai and said, "Help him inside."
Without waiting for Hu Zai's help, the beggar limped inside, plopped down on a bench, and looked around erratically.
Hu Zai brought a basin of water to help the beggar wash his feet, but the beggar pushed Hu Zai away, glaring at Jin Shanzhi, and said, "He can't wash it himself, I want you to wash it for me."
Jin Shanzhi didn't care, rolled up her sleeves, bent down, and carefully washed the beggar's feet clean. The basin of water had long since turned into a black, sticky, runny mess.
“Friend, your foot isn’t broken, just a sprain.”
The beggar’s eyes lit up, and he burst into laughter.
Just then, Tiger brought over some water, and Mr. Jin took out some medicine to apply to the beggar’s leg. The beggar felt a burning sensation at first, followed by an unusually cool feeling. Mr. Jin finished applying the medicine and bandaged the leg, saying, “That’s enough.”
The beggar clasped his hands in thanks and said, “Thank you, Mr. Jin!”
After saying that, he stood up and started to walk out. Just as he reached the door, a group of soldiers rushed in, bumping right into the beggar.
The beggar fell to the ground, repeatedly crying out, “Ouch! You’ve hit me! Why are you picking on a beggar like me?”
The leader of the group of soldiers, named Huang San, had a fierce look on his face. Without saying a word, he kicked the beggar.
The beggar had already seen through Huang San's motives. Just as the whistling kick was about to reach his head, he simply raised his hand, and Huang San fell flat on his back like a tree stump.
This Huang San was no ordinary man; with a somersault, he leaped more than a meter high, then drew his steel knife. At that moment, four soldiers, also wielding steel knives, swung them at the beggar.
The beggar rolled eighteen times on the spot, all five steel knives missing their mark. The beggar cried out again, "It's terrible! Someone's going to be killed! It's terrible! Someone's going to die!"
Saying this, he scrambled and crawled into the back door of the shop.
Meanwhile, Mr. Jin stood before Huang San, hands clasped in a fist salute: "Uncle Huang, please calm down. Why make such a fuss with a beggar? Please sit down and rest."
Huang San let out a long breath and showed Mr. Jin the official document from the county government.
Mr. Jin took the official document and read it carefully. It turned out the county intended to purchase his family's treasured medicinal herbs for use in treating wounds sustained in battles against bandits. He was initially taken aback, but then immediately smiled and said, "Please wait a moment, Uncle Huang, I'll go and fetch the medicine."
Huang San agreed and sat down to wait in the shop, while Mr. Jin hurried to the back room.
Three cups of tea's time had passed, and Mr. Jin still hadn't emerged. Huang San grew anxious and ordered his men to check the backyard. They saw Tiger running out in a panic, his face pale, stammering, "Master Huang, something terrible has happened...something terrible has happened!"
Huang San jumped, standing up and asking, "What happened
?" "Quick, quick, quick, my master..."
"Lead the way!"
Huang San and four constables rushed to the backyard. Reaching the medicine storehouse, they found the door open, the inside dark, but they could vaguely see a person lying on the ground. Tiger said, "That's Mr. Jin!" Huang San
dared not go forward, ordering two constables to enter. Tiger, trembling with fear, had just stepped through the gate when he was overwhelmed by a strange fragrance. He felt dizzy and lightheaded, and collapsed to the ground with a thud.
Huang San was startled. He quickly moved to the door and peered inside. Suddenly, he smelled the same strange fragrance and collapsed to the ground. The other constable and Tiger Cub were even more terrified. Just as they were about to turn and flee, a figure flashed on the roof, and a dart landed on the doorframe.
The constable said to Tiger Cub, "No, I have to report to the authorities immediately. You wait here." He then turned and ran. Tiger
Cub, trembling, pulled the dart from the door. A note was attached to it. He unfolded it and read: "You may enter after half an hour. Spraying your face with cold water will wake you up." Tiger Cub
stared at the note for a long time before muttering to himself, "Better to believe it's true than false."
About half an hour later, Tiger Cub drew a bucket of clean water from the well and placed it at the entrance of the medicine storehouse. He then tentatively took two steps inside. Feeling nothing, he confidently picked up the bucket and sprayed the cold water onto Mr. Jin's face. In just a short while, Mr. Jin woke up, and then he also woke up Huang San and the three constables.
Upon waking, Huang San asked, "Mr. Jin, what happened?"
Mr. Jin sighed and said, "Uncle Huang, this is the rare 'Jade Dance Rooster Crow Bewitching Incense'."
"Ah! Who did this?"
"I don't know. I've always provided medicine and medical services, and I've never offended any friends in the martial arts world. I don't know why they would do such a cruel thing to me."
Huang San slapped his thigh, his mind racing, and exclaimed, "Something terrible has happened! Mr. Jin, quickly check your medicine!"
Reminded by him, Mr. Jin rushed inside and cried out in despair. The various pills and powders he kept, including the jars of his family's secret "Resurrection from Tuberculosis and Asthma Relief Pill," were all empty, vanished without a trace. Huang San was greatly alarmed and immediately searched the storeroom, hoping to find some clues.
The doors and windows were intact. Tiger suddenly remembered something and said, "Someone just threw a dart from the roof ridge. There was a note attached to the dart."
"Ah! Where
?" "Look!
" Huang San looked at the note and was startled again: "Strange, this person steals medicine and saves people, who is he?"
Suddenly, a constable pointed to the roof beam and said, "Look quickly!"
Everyone looked and saw another dart with a note attached to it on the beam of the medicine storehouse. Tiger climbed up the ladder, took it down, and opened it. It read: "I've taken the medicine. I'll get it back when I'm done. Don't bother the shopkeeper. Come find me if you dare." The note was nameless and had no address.
The crowd stared in disbelief, utterly silent. Mr. Jin, his face pale, nearly fainted. Tiger quickly supported him, saying, "Please, everyone, come and sit in the shop."
Huang San suddenly chuckled, saying sarcastically, "I'm afraid Mr. Jin is guilty of collusion in this matter."
"This...this...this..."
"I'm sorry, we'll have to explain to the master. Mr. Jin, please!"
"I...I...I..."
Huang San stammered, then grabbed Mr. Jin and left.
Tiger was frantic, scratching his head. He had to inform Miss immediately. Fortunately, Miss had gone to Tonghui Temple to offer incense with her wet nurse, Aunt Li, that day. He had no choice but to close the shop and go to Tonghui Temple to tell Miss.
Tiger Boy had only gone halfway when he saw Miss Jin and her companion in the distance. He shouted, "Miss, I've finally found you!"
Miss Jin, Jin Yufeng, seeing Tiger Boy covered in sweat, hurriedly asked, "What is it
?" "Hurry home! Something has happened at home."
Meanwhile, Mr. Jin was escorted by the officials to the county government office, where he met Magistrate Wu Churen. Magistrate Wu served him tea and water, treating him with great hospitality, which made Mr. Jin feel extremely uneasy and anxious.
Lord Wu said with a gentle smile, "Mr. Jin, I've long admired your superb medical skills and your daughter's beauty and talent. Truly admirable and respectable."
"I dare not, I dare not."
"Regarding Mr. Jin's alleged collusion with bandits and theft of the treasury, this is no small matter. At best, he'll be beheaded; at worst, his entire family will be exterminated. Mr. Jin, you must reconsider!"
"No, no…it wasn't me…colluding with bandits
…" "I have a solution that satisfies both sides."
"I rely entirely on your help, sir!"
"Only if you work through the night to prepare this can you cover up the crime of colluding with bandits and ensure the safety of your family. If Mr. Jin refuses to do his utmost, then don't blame me, Lord Wu, for being ruthless!"
"However, this medicine needs to be collected in the mountains, so it cannot be prepared within three to five days."
"Then you'll have to figure it out! Show him out!
" Mr. Jin knew disaster was imminent and was extremely anxious. He was already seventy years old; what would become of his young daughter
? He stumbled home. Jin Yufeng was overjoyed to see her father return safely and quickly made tea and offered him water. After her father explained his son's intentions, both father and daughter were plunged into grief again.
Mr. Jin's eyes lit up, and he said, "Yufeng, you will come with me into the mountains tomorrow."
Yufeng agreed and went into the inner room.
Just as Tiger was about to close the door, Huang Sanxing rushed in. He greeted Mr. Jin with a beaming smile, "Congratulations, Mr. Jin! Congratulations, Mr. Jin
!" "Uncle Huang, what is there to congratulate me on?"
"Mr. Jin, our Lord Wu has long heard of your daughter's beauty and talent, and has specially ordered me to act as matchmaker, wishing to unite you in marriage. Isn't this a great joy
?" Mr. Jin was startled and said, "My daughter is too young; this marriage is truly difficult for me to accept."
Huang Sanba's face darkened. "Mr. Jin, don't be so stubborn. You know our Lord Wu; his martial arts are superb, his skills outstanding. For him to take a liking to your daughter is an honor. Besides, you lost the medicine; without Lord Wu's intervention, you'd probably be on the Bridge of Helplessness by now."
"This…"
"The matter has been made clear. Whether you agree or not, Mr. Jin, you should think carefully.
" Seeing this, Tiger stepped forward and said, "Uncle Huang, this marriage is a major event; shouldn't Mr. Jin's whole family discuss it? Can we reply later
?" "No, Lord Wu said this marriage must be approved, whether he agrees or not. The wedding will take place in three days."
He then took out a large red and gold-embossed betrothal letter, placed it on the table, and got up to leave.
Just as Huang San left, Jin Yufeng and Aunt Li came out from the inner room. With tears streaming down her face, she threw herself into her father's arms, crying, "Father, what are we going to do
?" "Son, you heard everything."
"Yes!
" Tiger Boy, standing nearby, said, "Sir, I think Miss can't stay a moment longer. Let her escape!"
This reminded Mr. Jin, who decisively said, "Yu Feng, you and Aunt Li should immediately take a boat to your aunt's house in Nanchang to seek refuge temporarily."
"And you
?" "I'm already half-buried in the ground, you don't need to worry about me."
"No, Father, let's go together."
"No, by then neither of us will be able to escape. I'll handle things here. If anything happens to you, my son, please don't come back. Take care of yourself and fly far away!"
With that, tears streamed down his face, and Yu Feng burst into loud sobs.
Aunt Li and Tiger Boy were frantic with worry. Aunt Li said, "Miss, don't cry. Don't disturb others, or you really won't be able to leave. May the Bodhisattva protect you, and the master will be safe and sound."
Mr. Jin wiped away his tears and said, "Aunt Li, pack Feng'er's things and go with her."
Aunt Li and Yu Feng went to pack their things, and Tiger said, "Sir, I'll see them out of the city."
"Alright, be careful in everything."
A short while later, Aunt Li and Yu Feng bid farewell to Mr. Jin and, led by Hu Zi, quietly slipped out the back door. After
seeing his daughter off, Mr. Jin calmed down and thought about his situation. His daughter had refused the marriage and run away, the medicine storehouse had been robbed—several things had piled up, and he couldn't explain himself no matter how hard he tried. He might even lose his life. It would be better to secretly go to Xiange Mountain and live in seclusion. Having made up his mind, he suddenly felt energized and immediately went to pack up so they could go up the mountain together when Hu Zi returned.
Just as Mr. Jin closed the door and bolted it, preparing to go to the backyard, he saw Tiger return with a bruised and swollen face. Startled, he asked, "Where are they
?" "It's a long story, Mr. Jin, let's go quickly."
"This…"
"The situation is extremely urgent. There are people watching the back door; it's definitely the county government."
"There are definitely people in the front as well."
"What should we do
?" "Don't worry, come with me,"
Jin Shanzhi said calmly. Tiger followed him to the bedroom. Reaching the wardrobe, Jin Shanzhi flipped a switch, and the wardrobe slid open to the left, revealing a hidden door. The two crawled through, and Mr. Jin twisted a mechanism, causing the wardrobe to slide back into place.
The hidden door led to another narrow wall, barely wide enough for one person to pass through. They followed this winding wall for a long time until they reached another hidden door. Mr. Jin said, "We're here."
With a twist of a mechanism, the two slipped inside. Under the starry sky, they found themselves in an abandoned courtyard. Emerging from the courtyard, Tiger realized they were outside the city and breathed a sigh of relief. Under the cover of night, they walked along the road leading to Xiange Mountain.
Mr. Jin asked, "Tiger, what happened to Yu Feng and the others
?" Tiger then began to recount the events. It turned out that after leaving through the back door, they walked straight towards the riverbank through a narrow alley, hoping to find a boat to drift downstream. By chance, a two-masted sailboat was moored on the riverbank. Tiger was overjoyed and strode forward. Just as they reached the shipyard, a group of officials suddenly jumped out of the cabin and quickly bound Yu Feng.
Tiger Cub, skilled in martial arts, fought with the officers and broke through their encirclement, running back to report the news.
A gust of evening wind added to the chill, and a crescent moon hung obliquely in the sky, casting a dim, yellowish light. Before them lay a mass grave, appearing particularly eerie under the moonlight.
Just then, a piercing scream rang out, and from the ancient tree beside a solitary grave by the roadside, appeared a seven- or eight-foot-tall figure dressed in white. From its blood-red mouth protruded a tongue over a foot long, its hair disheveled—it was the legendary Ghost of Impermanence.
Tiger Cub was startled and retreated. Mr. Jin, however, remained calm, taking a step back to steady himself, and said loudly, "I, Jin, greet you. Who are you, friend? Please enlighten me."
A burst of laughter erupted from behind the grave, and a figure emerged. Mr. Jin looked closely and saw a masked man in blue.
"Mr. Jin, how have you been
?" "Thank you. I have important business to attend to today. We can meet another day. Farewell." With that
, he left. The masked man bowed, drew his sword, and said coldly, "Mr. Jin, there are one or two acquaintances here. Wouldn't you like to see them
?" "Ah, who are they
?" "Bring them out."
From behind the grave, two constables pushed out Yu Feng and Aunt Li, their hands bound behind their backs.
Mr. Jin was greatly shocked and asked in a trembling voice, "Feng'er, is it really you?"
Upon seeing her father, Jin Yufeng burst into tears, crying, "Father, please save me!"
Mr. Jin's heart ached. He asked, "Friend, what's going on
?" "Mr. Jin, stop pretending. I advise you to go back."
"Go back, go back to the shop."
"Go back to the pharmacy."
"What if I don't go back?"
"Then it's not up to you."
At this moment, Jin Shanzhi understood their predicament. His beloved daughter had been captured, proving they had fallen into the villains' trap. Only by subduing them could they have a chance of survival. Therefore, from the very first move, he unleashed his full power, employing a variety of techniques: triangular strikes, four-point strikes, six-point strikes, eight-trigram strikes, upward strikes like "snowflakes rolling on top," downward strikes like "butterflies swooping down," central strikes like "five," and a tiger opening its groin. His body moved like a willow swaying in the wind, his feet like ancient trees twisting their tendons, his movements like a hungry wolf seizing a rabbit, his attacks like a tiger descending a mountain, his movements like a dragon wagging its tail, and his attacks like trying to scoop the moon from the bottom of the water.
The masked man, not to be outdone, swung his longsword, creating a flurry of sword flowers. The two men danced and weaved, engaging in a fierce battle. Just as the fight
reached a stalemate, suddenly a figure flew down from the ancient tree. He wore tattered clothes, carried a five-foot bamboo pole, and landed silently beside the two guards watching over Jin Yufeng. With a slap on the back of their necks, the two men collapsed to the ground with a thud. Tiger Cub saw it clearly and almost cried out; this man was none other than the lame beggar. He untied Yu Feng and Aunt Li's ropes and instructed them, "You two hide behind the grave first." He then grinned at Tiger Boy and focused intently on the two locked in fierce combat.
Tiger Boy went behind the grave to find them and carefully examined the hanged ghost on the tree. He realized it was just a painting on white cloth and couldn't help but chuckle.
Suddenly, the lame beggar cried out in alarm. With a swift somersault, he flew between the two and deflected them with his dog-beating stick. The force was incredibly strong; the masked man's hand went numb, and his long sword flew more than ten feet away. Terrified, he shouted, "Who are you
?" "The lame beggar everyone knows."
"Do you dare show your true face?"
"Do you dare to fight me
?" At this moment, the masked man and the lame beggar stood facing each other, their eyes focused, ready to unleash their full power at any moment.
The two men stood ready, and with a shout, they were entangled. A thunderous applause erupted, and soon the battle was over. The masked man, pale as death, collapsed to the ground, his collarbone shattered by the lame beggar, rendering him powerless. The lame
beggar removed the mask's veil, revealing a handsome face. The lame beggar sighed and asked, "Who are you?" There was no answer. Looking down, he knew something was wrong; the masked man had bitten off the poison on his collar and committed suicide. Mr.
Jin and Tiger witnessed this scene, stunned and speechless, unable to believe it was real. It took them a long time to recover, and they repeatedly expressed their gratitude. Jin Yufeng, with tears in her eyes, came over to thank him.
The lame beggar wiped his face with his hand, removing his beggar's mask. He was a middle-aged man with strikingly handsome features. He said, "My name is Wang Xiaotian. I'm determined to take care of these injustices. No need for thanks."
It turned out that the two people Wang Xiaotian saw in the tree that day were the masked man and Huang San. Huang San was ordered to invite the masked man back to do something, and Wang Xiaotian overheard their plan on the way. Magistrate Wu Churen was a lecherous man. Hearing of Jin Yufeng's stunning beauty, he set his sights on her. Knowing that Jin Shanzhi's family possessed a family heirloom medicine worth a fortune, he wanted to kill two birds with one stone—both the woman and the medicine. The masked man was his junior fellow disciple, and since he couldn't personally go, he asked this junior to run the errand for him. On the day Huang San went to purchase the medicine, the masked man had already planned to sneak into the Jin family's backyard to steal it. However, he was stopped by a group of beggars on the way and arrived at the Jin family's house half an hour late. By then, Wang Xiaotian had already gotten his hands on the medicine. Huang San took the opportunity to drag Jin Shanzhi back to the yamen. Magistrate Wu Churen personally intervened, both appeasing and intimidating Jin Shanzhi, giving her a good fright. Then, Master Wu sent Huang San to deliver the betrothal letter. He had already estimated that Jin Shanzhi would definitely not agree, so he sent more men to capture Jin Yufeng and Jin Shanzhi on the way back. At that time, Jin would have no choice but to agree.
Wang Xiaotian said, “I have tested Mr. Jin, and he is indeed a virtuous man. Those beggars are my men, and I have every move the government makes under my control. I followed this masked man here, and I can really rescue you all; otherwise, rescuing people in the city would have taken much more effort.”
Wang Xiaotian and the others buried the three corpses together, then said, “Mr. Jin, what do you plan to do now
?” “This… alas! Now I have no home to return to, and I will only wander the world, spending the rest of my life in this way.”
“Mr. Jin, I have already transferred your medicine to Xiange Mountain.”
“How did you know I was connected to Xiange Mountain
?” “Xiange Mountain is where you have spent your life gathering herbs. There is an old herb gatherer on Jade Peak who is as close to you as a father and son. I delivered the medicine to him.”
“Thank you so much for your thoughtfulness, hero. I truly do not know how to repay you.
” "Mr. Jin, please don't be so polite. What difficulties do you face? Please speak frankly."
Mr. Jin, tears welling in his eyes, knelt before Wang Xiaotian and said, "Today I am at my wit's end. I have one more request, but I am powerless to help my daughter's future. I hope the hero will take her in, provide her with a place to live, and let her inherit her father's profession of healing the sick and wounded." Mr. Jin knelt on the ground awaiting a reply, but unexpectedly, Jin Yufeng also
knelt down beside her father with a "gulp." Yufeng said, "Your kindness, sir, is immeasurable. My daughter is willing to serve you like a slave for the rest of her life."
"This…" Wang Xiaotian was somewhat at a loss. He couldn't bear to see the father and daughter kneeling together, so he said, "Mr. Jin, Miss Yufeng, please rise quickly. I will obey your command." He then hurriedly helped the father and daughter to their feet.
Mr. Jin said, "Aunt Li, Tiger, you should both go back to your hometowns first. I will come to see you later."
Just then, the sound of horses' hooves came from afar. Mr. Jin was startled; he knew it was the county officials' pursuers coming to arrest them. He shook his head, gritted his teeth, and said, "This is not a place to linger. We should part ways now."
The
fiery red sunrise rose from the tops of the rolling mountain peaks, painting the earth with golden hues and bringing warmth to the world.
The river, with its thunderous roar, surged and roared eastward relentlessly.
On the sandy riverbank, a chestnut horse galloped like a shooting star, carrying a man and a woman. The man was dressed as a merchant, in a long blue satin robe, a blue silk sash, and thin-soled soft boots; the woman wore a red jacket and blue trousers, with pink satin shoes—a picture of refined elegance. This was none other than Wang Xiaotian and Jin Yufeng.
After parting ways at the mass grave, Wang Xiaotian, leading Jin Yufeng, hadn't fled in panic. Instead, they returned to the ancient town, stopped at an inn, enjoyed a hearty meal, and then bathed, disguised themselves, and led out the chestnut horse they had temporarily stored the day before, embarking on the mountain path back to their hometown.
He firmly believed that as long as Jin Yufeng was by his side, there was nothing to worry about.
Just then, Wang Xiaotian spurred his horse to the foot of a precipitous cliff, gently reined in his horse, dismounted, and helped Yu Feng down. He reached into his waistband, pulled out a snow-white handkerchief, wiped the sweat from his forehead, steadied himself, surveyed the surrounding terrain, and said, "Yu Feng, it's been a whole night. You're a weak woman; your health is important. Let's rest for a while on this sunny rock." “
Hmm, you must be hungry. Have some dry rations,” Yu Feng said, opening a cloth bag and taking out the food she had prepared before their departure.
Yu Feng's beautiful eyes were fixed on her benefactor. Although the girl was only sixteen, having lost her mother at a young age and now in charge of medical affairs, she had long since shed her childishness. Her slender yet full figure resembled a small cedar tree atop Mount Xuanlu. Her oval, rosy face, glistening with fine beads of sweat, radiated youthful vitality. Her almond-shaped eyes, full of tender affection, were like a clear spring in a pearl pool. Her tightly closed lips were like ripe, tender cherries in August. Her delicate hands held a large piece of flatbread, which she presented to Wang Xiaotian
… Wang Xiaotian took the rations and ate heartily. After finishing, the two mounted their horses and rode along the riverbank
. The midday sun, like a blazing fire, hung high in the azure sky, its scorching rays pouring down and shimmering on the clear, rippling river, creating a breathtakingly beautiful scene.
Wang Xiaotian and Jin Yufeng sat side by side on the beach, eating their dry rations while admiring the natural beauty. Neither spoke, only occasionally exchanging a pleasant glance and smiling, a sweet feeling welling up inside them.
Wang Xiaotian was in high spirits. After finishing his rations, he began to remove his clothes, saying, "Yufeng, I want to take a bath. I'm covered in sweat and blood; I won't feel comfortable without washing." "
Brother Wang, weren't you even dirtier and smellier when you were a beggar
?" "Hahaha..."
With a "plop," Wang Xiaotian plunged into the water.
Jin Yufeng clapped her hands and giggled, watching the ripples spreading in the water.
As she watched, her eyes widened. The ripples disappeared, the water calmed, but Wang Xiaotian still hadn't surfaced.
Yufeng stood up and ran to the water's edge, crying out, "Brother Wang! Brother Wang!"
"Hey! Over here!" A small head popped out from the middle of the river.
Yufeng then strained her eyes and saw Wang Xiaotian's head, still bobbing around. She broke into a laugh, "You're so scary! Come up here quickly!"
The head in the river disappeared again, only to reappear on the shore a moment later.
Wang Xiaotian, dripping wet, walked ashore, and Yu Feng rushed to meet him, throwing herself into his arms. Wang
Xiaotian was initially taken aback, but then he was captivated by the girl's full, soft body. He picked Yu Feng up and carried her onto the beach.
Wang Xiaotian gently placed her on the soft sand, bent down, and kissed her face repeatedly, his stubble tickling her.
Yu Feng gave a coquettish "humph," then suddenly burst into a silvery laugh.
"Giggle...giggle...giggle...your stubble is so sharp and hard, it's making me so itchy!" "
The tickling made her squeal with delight, her full breasts heaving like the sea. He was thrilled; something inexplicable struck his heart, as if a mythical realm had appeared before him. In the blue sky and white clouds, a girl in a flowing dress flew to his side. A girl's warm fragrance enveloped him, caressed him, and melted him completely."
Yu Feng's love for Wang Xiaotian began with their rescue at the lonely grave. When Wang Xiaotian suddenly peeled away his mask, she was stunned. Her heart was stirred by endless ripples; a deep affection for someone of the opposite sex arose spontaneously, and a burning passion blazed within her every moment.
Under Wang Xiaotian's gentle kisses, the pent-up passion within her surged forth like a burst dam, rushing forward uncontrollably. She returned his kisses passionately, kissing and biting him haphazardly on his cheeks, forehead, and neck, her soft hands stroking his long, dark, damp hair.
The girl's surging emotions ignited the restlessness of spring, and she involuntarily pulled Wang Xiaotian into her arms.
Neither of them spoke, nor did they want to; only one deep, passionate, and torrential kiss after another flowed between them.
At this moment, Yu Feng's small hands slowly unbuttoned her clothes, one button at a time. Wang Xiaotian leaned forward to cooperate, quickly taking off his clothes until he was completely naked. His
four trembling hands were so clumsy and unresponsive, which only fueled their turbulent passion.
His pink jacket and undergarments were unbuttoned. Wang Xiaotian spread his hands, and all his clothes were open at once. Before him appeared a pair of pink, high, full breasts, a scarlet bra, and brownish-red nipples that bounced back and forth, as if beckoning to him.
He was intoxicated with excitement. He gazed into her burning eyes, her soft, moist red lips, her hot, rapid breaths, and her full, hot body, as if they had transformed into bursts of fire, a rapidly surging tide, surging and swift, making his heart flutter and his blood boil.
She felt a fire raging within her, burning and tormenting her, making her dizzy.
Finally, the long-buried volcano erupted, like lightning, like a raging storm, like a torrential downpour. She eagerly awaited that blissful moment, her alluring almond eyes, brimming with autumn waves and tender affection, gazing at Wang Xiaotian as if saying, "What are you standing there for, you silly goose
?" He seemed to receive a command, suddenly lunging forward, one hand cupping her breast, instantly latching onto the tender red nipple and sucking desperately; his other hand kneaded her other breast, alternating between the two.
"Ah! So beautiful… so comfortable…" She only instinctively struggled a few times, like a lamb nestled in its mother's arms, clinging tightly to him, her small hands haphazardly scratching at his hair.
A powerful surge of physical and mental stimulation coursed through her, causing her to tremble. A surge of desire, like a raging river or a tidal wave, crashed against her heart, pounded against her nerves, surged through her veins, and aroused her most mature and sensual parts. Her lower body became soaked.
She waved her arms, her small hands trembling as she groped for something, sliding down from his head to his chest and abdomen, then reaching between his legs. But alas, her arms were too short to reach his mysterious forbidden zone.
A restless emotion, a possessive desire, and a lustful thirst compelled her, forcing her small hands to quickly reach for her abdomen, trembling as she tried to untie the bright red silk sash.
Wang Xiaotian was still greedily sucking.
She finally unbuckled her belt, grabbed Wang Xiaotian's right hand, and slipped it inside her panties, pressing it firmly against her untouched mound. Then, she closed her almond-shaped eyes, awaiting that moment that was both longed for and terrifying.
However, Wang Xiaotian didn't act immediately. Instead, he stood up and straddled her legs, pulling her blue satin trousers down to her waist. She hastily bent her legs and pulled them out of the trousers, then kicked them aside.
Wang Xiaotian looked down and saw that the glistening, shiny vaginal fluid had blurred her entire triangle area. The yellow, curly pubic hair shimmered with dewdrops, and the high, protruding mound looked as if it had been rained on in spring—warm and moist. The two large, everted labia were fresh and translucent, and the full, round clitoris was completely exposed outside the labia. And those fair, jade-like legs, those plump breasts—everything about them teased and seduced him, making him lose his mind and his body.
Yu Feng waited quietly.
Wang Xiaotian observed carefully. A girl's fragrance, mixed with the pungent smell of her vagina, wafted into his nostrils. At this moment, he couldn't bear to insert his penis immediately; he wanted to taste what this ripe, syrupy peach tasted like.
His bloodshot eyes widened, and he spread his fingers, pressing against her labia, slowly pushing them apart to reveal the tender, bright red flesh. It was soaked with glistening vaginal fluid; he almost drooled. An uncontrollable urge commanded his brain, controlled his entire body, and he launched an attack on the forbidden zone without hesitation. Even if it meant being beheaded after the lovemaking, he wouldn't care. With a sudden thrust, his sharp tongue began its relentless sweep.
First, he gently scraped at her swollen, protruding clitoris with the tip of his tongue. Each scrape caused Yu Feng's entire body to tremble, her delicate form convulsing with the slow movements.
"Ah...I...my...it's...it's...it's...it's...it's...it's...it's...it's...it's...it's...it's...it's...it's...it's...it's...it's...it's...it's...it's...it's...it's...it's... it's...it's...it's...it's...
it's...it's...it's...it's...it's...it's...it's...it's...it's...it's...it's...it's...
it's...it's...it's...it's...it's...it's...it's...it's...it's...it's...it's...it's...it's..." His tongue moved downwards, licking and sliding back and forth in the crevice between her labia majora and minora, from bottom to top, one stroke at a time. His tongue was so steady, precise, and ruthless, so powerful and measured. After only nineteen rounds, Yu Feng began to sway her slender waist and dance with abandon.
She felt as if a powerful earthquake had struck the crevice of her vagina, with the opening itself overturning everything, a massive upheaval, and waves of heat rolling and surging. Tremors spread and rippled through her body, and in an instant, she was completely engulfed in a state of frenzy.
In the midst of this fierce heat, she suddenly felt an itch in her vagina, an itch that was so intense it ached, so numb, so utterly unbearable, so pleasurable, so intoxicating, so piercing to the bone. It was a special kind of itch, a mysterious itch, an itch that could not be expressed in human words. It made her scream like a ghost
: "Good...good man...benefactor...you...you've made my vagina...so itchy...so numb...so sore...oh...it's so itchy...quick...quick...put it in...to stop the itch...it's so itchy...ah..."
Wang Xiaotian then raised his head and looked at her wet vagina. He saw streams of vaginal fluid gushing out, flowing down her thighs and anus. He smiled slightly, gritted his teeth, and plunged his tongue deep into the opening. He forcefully straightened his tongue, making it rotate back and forth inside the opening. He rotated it so powerfully and rhythmically that he felt the walls of the opening change from a slight tremor to a constant writhing, and then from writhing to tense contractions, the slender tongue being squeezed painfully.
As his tongue went deeper, she felt an infinite fullness, a swelling, and the itching of the walls of her opening seemed to lessen—no! Not lessen, but sink deeper: gradually developing deeper, and becoming more and more intense, more and more fierce
… “Inside…inside…it…it…it…it…kills…me…harder…no…into…the…inside…I can’t take it…”
She twisted her plump, white buttocks, her opening filled with lustful fluid, which kept overflowing from his mouth.
Wang Xiaotian looked up and saw Yu Feng, her face flushed, panting heavily. The sound of waves rose and the hips swayed. He knew the time was ripe, so he reached out and grabbed the large, reddish-purple penis, aimed it at the opening, and slid it up and down a few times until it was covered in the vaginal fluid. Then he moved it up and down, searching for the entrance, and pressed his whole body down.
"Ah!" she screamed desperately.
"Ah!" He felt a sharp pain in his glans, but didn't penetrate.
He pressed down again!
"Ah!" Another scream.
"Ah!" Another sharp pain in his glans, still no penetration.
At this moment, Wang Xiaotian said softly, "Yu Feng, don't be nervous, it won't hurt, it'll be fine in a moment."
"Mmm, mmm, I'm not nervous, not nervous, no, no..."
"Ah!" Yu Feng shuddered and let out a startling scream.
It turned out that Wang Xiaotian's purpose in talking to her was to relax her mind and muscles, distracting her while he suddenly pressed down, and with a "whoosh," his large penis penetrated two-thirds of the way.
This sudden attack caused Yu Feng unbearable pain, making her scream and shout.
Wang Xiaotian felt his penis enter her vagina. The vaginal walls tightened violently, as if trying to squeeze it out. He had to clench his buttocks and exert all his strength, knowing this was muscle contraction caused by intense pain. He needed to rest briefly to ease Yu Feng's pain before he could begin thrusting.
"Are you feeling better?"
"Yes, much better!" "
Don't be nervous, it'll pass soon
." "Mmm," Wang Xiaotian said, gently moving his penis
... "Yu Feng, can you feel my penis moving in your vagina?"
"I can feel it now, ah, it's moving."
Wang Xiaotian, feeling more free, began slowly thrusting. While thrusting, he used his left hand to caress her breasts, and his right hand to embrace her neck, constantly kissing her face. This series of thrusting and withdrawing movements, though slow, was a pincer attack from above, below, and above.
Yu Feng's pain subsided, replaced by a tingling and numbness. Wang Xiaotian's full-body movement then drove away the tingling and numbness, replaced by a renewed heat and itchiness that gripped her body and mind.
Judging from Yu Feng's expression, Wang Xiaotian knew her pain had subsided, and began his fierce assault. His right hand gripped her neck tightly, pressing her tender face against his bearded mouth. He shook her head violently, the stubble rubbing against her delicate skin. His left hand pinched her swollen nipples, twisting them incessantly. His large penis below was even more vigorous, thrusting in and out with increasing speed. The impact of flesh against flesh, combined with the sticky fluids, produced a series of wet, slapping sounds.
She couldn't help but shout, "Oh, so beautiful, so comfortable... ah... oh...
" A fragrant tongue darted out of her mouth, "oh... oh... oh..." shaking her head, searching for another mouth. The two mouths finally met, and her fragrant tongue slipped inside, greedily sucking until the root of her tongue ached. The intense stimulation tormented her. The mouth-to-mouth sucking made her feel suffocated, her face flushed crimson. She finally managed to pull her tongue away and began a more frenzied cry:
"Ah…my benefactor…you…you…that…thing…good man…so long…so long…so hard…it feels so good…so wonderful…so beautiful…insert it…insert it…insert it…oh…"
She was excited, loving, and moaning incessantly: "Hmm…hmm…so good…so good…oh…that thing…inserts it…so deep…"
Wang Xiaotian, extremely pleased, thrust harder, deeper, and faster. He knew that if he satisfied her desires in one go, every girl would never forget this sweet moment.
She twisted her hips, tightly embracing his body with both hands, her teeth nibbling and biting at his shoulders.
Suddenly, she bit hard, making Wang Xiaotian cry out in pain: "Ouch...it hurts...good Yufeng...don't bite me..."
She giggled lasciviously: "My benefactor...good man...you're so strong...so big...it feels so good...so wonderful...mmm..."
She desperately pressed her hands against his buttocks, thrusting upwards to meet his thrusts, ensuring her vagina was tightly joined to his penis, leaving no gap between them.
Wang Xiaotian felt Yufeng's vagina contracting in waves, making his glans itch with pleasure. He couldn't help but say, "So...so tight...so exciting...
" Wang Feng was already in ecstasy, "My benefactor, my good brother...your thing is so fun, so amazing...I'm so happy...mmm...mmm...my great benefactor...I...I love you so much...I never thought...I would meet you in this life...oh...it's so deep...ah..."
Yu Feng's moans and groans filled Wang Xiaotian with immense excitement and pride. This was a rare first time for a young girl, and Wang Xiaotian's lust grew stronger and stronger.
She was already drenched in sweat, panting heavily, but still kept crying out: "Oh... Wang... Big... Brother... Put it in a little deeper... It's itchy inside again... Good... You're spot on... I'm so happy!"
Wang Xiaotian obeyed his command, following her orders, and thrusting hard according to her will.
"Ah... Good... Right there... It's great... Oh... Mom... I'm so happy
..." Her wild cries echoed across the boundless beach, danced in the rippling river, and meandered through the rolling mountains. She was
already powerless, her body limp, only her central nervous system trembling in madness, only her extremely excited penis struggling in a sea of desire, only her blood vessels surging in a raging storm. Reason had long since ceased to exist, her brain completely ineffective, and only wave after wave of intense itching assaulted her. At the peak of her frenzy, she was overflowing with fluids, uttering incessant lewd words as she struggled in the wanton flesh.
"Ah... I can't... take it anymore, I'm about to breathe... this... it's so... deep... ah... almost reaching... my heart... ah... so hard... oh... it's tearing... my... benefactor... please... have mercy... I..."
With a startling roar, her fluids gushed out like a fountain from the edges of his penis.
Wang Xiaotian felt his penis throbbing, his glans itching, an itch that traveled deeper and deeper along the vas deferens. It all concentrated in his lower abdomen, and an unbearable pleasure immediately spread throughout his body.
Returning to his penis, it made a final, vigorous thrust, finally erupting like a volcano, spewing out milky white semen that mingled with the clear fluid within the constantly contracting vagina.
The two frenzied individuals, out of control and in their extreme excitement, tumbled and rolled on the warm, soft sand
… After the storm, all was calm. Jin Yufeng nestled obediently in his arms, watching the river flow quietly eastward.
"Brother Wang, marry me!
" "I have no intention of getting married!"
"No! No! Why is that
?" "I'm a wanderer, a homeless person. I can't hold someone back from their future. Yu Feng, just be my little sister! I've always wanted a little sister; it's been my dream for years."
"No, I want to be with you forever because...I...love you so much..."
"After you get home, you should treat your mother's asthma properly. Then, buy a house in a small town not far from home and reopen a pharmacy. Follow your father's wishes, promote medicine, and save lives. I will come to see you and your mother often. By the way, how can we treat your mother's illness without medicine
?" "Don't worry, I will cure my mother's illness. As for the medicine," she said, pointing to the small cloth bag she carried with her: "The medicine is in there, not much, but it will be enough to cure my mother's illness."
"That's great! That's great! You are truly my good sister!"
(Chapter 10
) A bright red sun slowly rose from the rolling mountains of the northeast. The small village, which had been sleeping soundly all night, awoke with the crowing of the rooster. Wisps of smoke rose from the farmhouses in the mountain village.
Wang Xiaotian and Jin Yufeng dismounted and came to the small house. Wang Xiaotian called out joyfully, "Mother!"
Silence fell.
"Mother! I'm back!" he cried urgently. Complete
silence.
"Mother!" his voice rose eight octaves.
Wang Xiaotian couldn't help but rush inside, his eyes wide with fury. What he saw was a scene of utter devastation he had never imagined.
Tables and chairs were overturned, pots and pans were scattered everywhere, and bedding lay strewn on the floor. When his gaze fell on the right corner of the blanket, he froze—there was a patch of dried blood.
Wang Xiaotian stared, his eyes blazing with fury, his fists clenched like iron hammers, knuckles cracking, his whole body trembling uncontrollably. His upper teeth bit his lower lip, making a cracking sound, and large beads of sweat dripped to the ground. He stood like a giant statue, motionless, staring at the pool of dark blood
… “Mother!” A heart-wrenching scream echoed through the small farmhouse, reverberating and swirling before bursting out of the small window, flying towards the towering mountains.
“Mother! Where are you? Where are you?”
The heart-wrenching screams terrified Jin Yufeng, who stood nearby, leaving her stunned and paralyzed.
Just then, a large hand suddenly landed on Wang Xiaotian's shoulder. He didn't feel anything at all; the hand patted him gently twice more before he suddenly woke up. Turning around, he saw a kind old man with graying temples and a white beard.
At that moment, Wang Xiaotian knelt down with a thud and crawled to the old man's side: "Uncle Wu... this... this... this... what... happened...?"
"Child! Get up!" The old man helped Wang Xiaotian up. Sitting together on the edge of the kang (heated brick bed), the old man sadly wiped away tears from his eyes and recounted the terrifying scene.
It was a pitch-black night, and the old man anxiously awaited his son's return from gathering firewood in the mountains. The old man waited and waited, but no one came. His heart was in his throat. He leaned on his cane and went out of his house. Just as he reached the back of Wang Xiaotian's house, two dark figures leaped down from the roof and tiptoed to the door. The old man, cane in hand, hid behind the west wall to see what was happening.
He saw the two men knock lightly on the door a few times, calling out, "Brother! Brother! It's me, Xiao Wu! Open the door quickly!"
The door opened a crack, revealing a head. The head looked left and right before sidestepping out and saying, "Who is it
?" "Brother, it's me, Xiao Wu. This is Xiao Liu."
"What are you doing here
?" Hearing this, the old man was shocked. This silent mute for three years had been an act! Who was he? Why was he pretending to be mute? The old man took a deep breath and continued listening.
"Big Brother! Something's happened!"
"What's all the fuss about?"
The three huddled together, whispering. One of
them said haltingly, "What, Second Brother and Third Brother? They had their hands chopped off at the nunnery, their martial arts are ruined now."
Then they heard, "If we don't avenge this, when will we?"
The voice seemed to rise a little more, and the mute said, "You mean…"
"That Wang Xiaotian, his martial arts are superb, his skills outstanding, he's an exceptionally strong person in the martial arts world. I'm afraid even the three of us combined wouldn't be a match for him."
"Then what about this grudge?" This was the mute's voice. Then, the three of them huddled together, whispering even softer. One sentence was heard: "Kill him, let's vent our anger first." This sounded like the fifth brother's voice.
"Brother! After we're done, let's go back together to... Xiaoyao Cave."
The old man didn't quite catch what Xiaoyao Cave it was.
Just then, Xiao Wu and Xiao Liu swiftly drew two gleaming steel knives from their waists and slipped through the crack in the door. In an instant, a mournful wail rang out: "Ah!"
The old man understood immediately; the blind man had passed away. He wanted to go to the window to hear more, but his legs were too slow, and he didn't dare go forward.
Then came a series of clanging and flashing sounds, and three figures dragged a corpse towards the eastern gorge.
This terrifying scene had already terrified the old man; he staggered back to his house.
By this time, the child had returned home. The old man explained the situation to him, and the forthright and righteous young man immediately said, "Uncle Wang has been kind to our fellow villagers; we can't be ungrateful. I'll take a few men to the mountains to find the body right away." With that, he dashed out of the house.
A few torches and a few young men finally found the body in the gorge. The poor old woman had been hacked at least ten times from her face to her chest; her face was unrecognizable, a bloody mess.
They dragged the body down the hillside and buried it. By then, the first rooster crowed.
As the old man recounted the story, Wang Xiaotian wept. After the old man finished telling this tragic tale, Wang Xiaotian collapsed onto the bed, sobbing uncontrollably.
Jin Yufeng wiped away her tears, untied her small bag, took out a tiny pill from a delicate little box, and put it in his mouth. A moment later, he woke up, his eyes wide and terrifying. He looked at Yufeng, then at the old woman, and suddenly leaped to her knees, kowtowed three times, and stood up, staring intently at the bloodstains. Through clenched teeth, he swore,
"I swear I will not rest until this revenge is taken!"
The next day, another bright and sunny day, Wang Xiaotian held a grand memorial service for his mother. The whole village came, and the ceremony lasted three days.
On the fourth day, he took Jin Yufeng to a nearby town and purchased an ideal house. It had two main halls in the front, three rooms in the back facing north, and two side rooms on each side. The courtyard was simple yet elegant, with lush flowers and trees.
He hired two maids, a woman in her thirties named Aunt Liu and a fifteen-year-old girl named Xiao Cui. He also took out fifty taels of gold and silver to buy furniture and medicine.
For several days, Wang Xiaotian remained silent, filled with grief and indignation, burdened with worries. He bid farewell to Jin Yufeng and embarked on his path of revenge
.
Nestled amidst rolling mountains lies the majestic Crimson Cloud Mountain, with ancient waterfalls cascading down its slopes and streams teeming with playful fish. Within its depths lies a valley called Centipede Ridge.
At the summit of this precipice, atop a hundred-foot-deep valley, stands a figure clad in a dark blue satin robe, a crimson silk sash at his waist, and a Green Dragon Sword slung across his back. In the light mist, he appears like an ancient pine tree standing atop the mountain – this is Wang Xiaotian!
Following the directions of the mountain people, he discovered that the Carefree Cave was located on Centipede Ridge, where a powerful figure known as Nine Dragons and One Phoenix resided, possessing formidable martial arts skills. The fire of revenge for his mother burned fiercely within him; even facing mountains of knives and seas of fire, he would not hesitate.
Wang Xiaotian ascended Centipede Ridge that very night.
With unparalleled lightness of foot, he moved like a dragonfly skimming the water, like a swallow spreading its wings, darting through the jagged rocks. His eyebrows were raised, his eyes wide with fury, like a hawk hunting its prey, searching the mysterious Xiaoyao Cave.
Suddenly, a strange sound reached his ears, "ding-dong," "ding-dong," like the sound of dripping spring water. To find a clear spring amidst these strange rocks and sheer cliffs was a rare miracle.
He leaped across a precipice like a white ape climbing a mountain, and upon closer inspection, he saw a small spring pool miraculously appear. Along its edge grew patches of lush grass; clear spring water trickled from a crack in the cliff, dripping into the pool and creating ripples that never faded. On the damp soil at the pool's edge, there were paw prints of wild animals drinking.
On the precipice where the spring water flowed, there was a large patch of dense shrubs and thickets of thorns.
Wang Xiaotian carefully observed the surrounding environment. Suddenly, he noticed something unusual: many branches and leaves on the newly sprouted shrubs were broken. He thought, wild animals couldn't stand on this suspended cliff, and hunters couldn't climb it either. He realized that someone must have been here, and the loose stones that had fallen from above had slid all the way to the edge of the small pool. Someone! Someone definitely was here!
In a flash, Wang Xiaotian leaped more than two zhang (approximately 6.6 meters) into the air, as if riding on clouds. A quick glance around revealed a terrible sight: there wasn't a single foothold. At this crucial, uncertain moment, a sudden inspiration struck him. He stretched out his left arm with a nimble, almost superhuman, gripping a thick root and performing a powerful, one-armed "thousand-pound drop." Looking closer, he exclaimed, "Ah!"
In this overgrown, thorny, deserted place, a haven for wolves and tigers, lay a hidden cave entrance. This astonished Wang Xiaotian.
He pulled in his stomach, bent over, braced his legs against the old roots of other bushes, twisted his body, and stood up. He peered into the small opening.
The entrance was narrow and cramped; one could only squeeze through by crouching. Inside, it was dark and gloomy, water seeping from the ceiling, damp underfoot, and a chilling wind whistled through the air.
He initially felt disoriented in the darkness, but as he steadied himself and his eyes adjusted, everything gradually became clear. Holding a torch, he began to explore further into the cave.
Wang Xiaotian moved a few steps further in, feeling the cave becoming increasingly spacious. He straightened up, still hesitant to move rashly; what if it turned out to be a den of tigers and wolves? Wouldn't that be a pointless death
? He drew his sword, just in case. After walking for nearly several dozen feet, he discovered many more branch caves within, making the cave extremely complex.
Wang Xiaotian looked at each cave entrance; they were all filled with chilling winds and pitch blackness. He thought, "Today is practically the underworld.
" Suddenly, he heard a shout coming from the largest cave entrance. He was startled, listened carefully for a while, and then everything returned to calm. He began searching forward along this path again. After walking for a while, the path became increasingly flat, and he walked with increasing vigor. He couldn't discern directions, nor did he understand the situation; he could only follow this path forward.
He turned a corner, and ahead, a faint glimmer of light appeared. He quickened his pace; it really was light. He walked swiftly toward the source, and the light grew brighter and brighter, revealing a cave entrance. He ran out of the cave onto a flat plain, the sun shining directly overhead—it truly felt like being reborn.
Wang Xiaotian looked left and right. To his left was another cave entrance, and beside it stood a large, smooth, milky-white boulder, over ten feet long. On its surface were three large red characters: "Xiaoyao Cave," the calligraphy bold and powerful. Upon seeing
these three characters, Wang Xiaotian shuddered, his heart and lungs felt like they were about to burst. A surge of rage burned within him, his face flushed red, his eyes blazing with murderous intent, his teeth clenching so hard they made a sawing sound.
However, he knew very well that this battle was no small matter, a fight with a slim chance of survival. He had to suppress his hatred, remain calm and collected, and fight ten against one to break through Xiaoyao Cave and annihilate the nine dragons and one phoenix.
He focused intently as he walked into the stone gate. The light dimmed again, and the cave gradually narrowed. Suddenly, a cloud of white mist appeared ahead, spreading outwards like a white cloud drifting towards him. Wang Xiaotian immediately held his breath, still feeling slightly dizzy. "Ah! Not good!" he instinctively cried out. He fully understood; this was the terrifying poison gas. He made a decisive move, turning back and striding back the way he came. He had only gone a few feet when the same mist reappeared ahead, leaving him unable to advance or retreat. He couldn't surrender, he couldn't wait to die.
He tore off the silk belt from his waist, rolled it into a ball, stuffed it into his mouth, and charged towards the mist.
He plunged into the smoke, held his breath, and rushed forward. He couldn't see the path in the mist; he could only rely on his senses.
He ran for an unknown distance. His intuition told him the smoke was thinning, and he could vaguely see the cave walls on either side. He couldn't hold his breath any longer, so he removed the silk ball from his hand, took a deep breath, and ran forward with all his might. Finally, he broke free of the encirclement, a surge of joy filling his heart.
Just then, a silvery laugh reached his ears.
"Giggle...giggle...
" He opened his eyes and stared intently. Before him stood a graceful, ethereal beauty, like a celestial being, with two maids beside her. He thought he was dreaming, shook his head, rubbed his eyes, and only then confirmed that what he saw was undeniably real.
She was none other than Han Fengxian, the phoenix among dragons, the most beautiful woman in the group "Dragon and Phoenix.
" Wang Xiaotian stared, his eyes glazed over. Whether it was the poisonous gas or the allure of the beauty, he closed his eyes and fainted.
"Heh, heh, Wang Xiaotian, Jiang the Hero, you've finally met your match! Xiao Jiao, Xiao Yan, lock him in the cave first, I'll interrogate him later!"
This was a huge stone hall, with countless colorful palace lanterns hanging from the ceiling, casting a brilliant light that made the entire cave as bright as day. The hall was a full hundred square meters, filled with strangely shaped rocks and babbling brooks. Although it was early summer, it was warm, humid, and comfortable inside.
Around the hall were side caves of varying sizes, all with doors made of bluestone, automatically activated by mechanisms, resembling an underground mansion.
"Tap tap tap," the maids Xiao Yan and Xiao Jiao hurried to the fourth cave door in the main hall, which was Han Fengxian's bedroom.
At this moment, Han Fengxian, draped in a gossamer-thin veil, her face powdered and rouged, leaned against the satin quilt with her beautiful eyes slightly closed. Her two fair legs draped over the edge of the bed, resembling a painting of a concubine emerging from her bath.
Xiao Yan and Xiao Jiao, upon entering the room and seeing this scene, stood silently to one side. They knew their mistress's temperament; when she was resting in peace, she wouldn't allow anyone to disturb her, not even if the sky were to fall. Therefore, they could only wait for her to speak.
Hearing someone enter the room, Han Fengxian slowly stretched and glanced at the bedside. Seeing it was Xiaoyan and Xiaojiao, she asked softly, "Xiaoyan, is something the matter?"
"Miss, that man from earlier has woken up!" "
What?!
" "That man has woken up!"
"Quick, quick, bring him to me! I want to question him myself!"
Soon, Wang Xiaotian was brought in. His hands were behind his back, a thin hemp rope wrapped tightly around his wrists from behind his neck. His clothes were all unbuttoned, revealing his iron-like pectoral muscles, which gleamed under the sweat. His full head of black hair was spread over his shoulders and back. His eyes blazed with fury, his teeth clenched, and his whole body trembled with indignation.
"Xiao Yan, bring a chair and let him sit down."
Two young maids brought a chair and placed it behind Wang Xiaotian. He slumped down hard, the wooden chair creaking loudly.
"Xiao Yan, Xiao Jiao, you two go out and close the door!"
"Yes," the two maids replied, leaving the room. The large stone door slid to one side with a loud thud.
Inside, it was quiet, save for the sound of Han Fengxian's soft-soled satin shoes clicking back and forth.
Wang Xiaotian saw only a beautiful woman in the room, and his heart immediately relaxed. He stared wide-eyed at the extremely beautiful girl.
"Wang Xiaotian, you crippled my third and fourth brothers' hands at the nunnery, and today you've broken into my Xiaoyao Cave. Today, I'll let you tell me yourself how you plan to die!"
Han Fengxian spoke as she walked, not even glancing at him.
Wang Xiaotian was certain this was one of the nine dragons and one phoenix, but he never expected it to be so beautiful and captivating. He said playfully, "Kill me or torture me, it's up to you, but..."
"But what?" She suddenly turned around, staring intently at Wang Xiaotian.
"But, if I die at the hands of a beauty, it would be my great fortune, I'd be a romantic ghost, hahaha
..." Suddenly, a cold wind swept in, and with a "whoosh, whoosh, whoosh," three silver darts, flashing with three streaks of light, flew straight towards his throat. In the blink
of an eye, Wang Xiaotian's neck seemed to spring, bouncing left and right, and when he opened his mouth again, the first two darts had already flown past his neck. The last one landed squarely on his lips.
Han Fengxian was utterly shocked. She leaned to one side, her delicate neck slightly twisted, her large eyes fixed on the spot, a feeling of humiliation immediately gripping her. She had made a fool of herself today.
Han Fengxian's dart throwing skills were renowned among the Nine Dragons and One Phoenix. From the eldest to the ninth, no one dared to be disrespectful to her, and the reason lay in her unerring accuracy with her darts. On ordinary days, Han Fengxian would stroll among the mountains, observing the scenery. When she saw geese flying in a V-formation, she would aim her darts specifically at the lead goose. When she saw small birds hopping among the tall pines, she would hit two targets with a single dart. When she saw a wild rabbit running among the rocks, she would aim for its left leg, never its right. Once, she made a bet with her brothers. A fly landed on the stone wall of the hall. She spun around three times, deliberately blurring her vision, and finally, with her eyes slightly closed, a flash of white light appeared. The sharp tip of the dart pierced the fly's head. From then on, the group of lecherous brothers dared not make a move.
This feeling of shame disappeared. She was certain that her dart throwing technique was 100% accurate. This renowned Wang Xiaotian truly deserved to be called a master in the martial arts world. A heartfelt envy, a girlish, unspoken love, and a powerful attraction between a man and a woman surged within her like lightning.
Without hesitation, she stepped forward and began to untie Wang Xiaotian's bonds, one knot at a time. As she did so, her small hands trembled uncontrollably, her heart churning with inexplicable turmoil.
Wang Xiaotian was bewildered by her actions, stammering, "You…this is…"
"Isn't it good to let you go?"
"Why?"
"These three darts of mine didn't hit you!"
"And why
?" "Because I've never seen anyone escape my darts."
"Ha, ha, ha, you truly are a heroine!"
"No, I don't deserve that title. The real hero is you, you, Wang Xiaotian!"
The conversation ended in silence, and the room fell into a deathly stillness.
Wang Xiaotian, freed from his bonds, stood up, a surge of boundless admiration rising within him. He was grateful to this proud young woman for allowing him to escape death. He admired this seemingly celestial beauty for possessing such astonishing martial arts skills.
Han Fengxian, confident in her unparalleled skill with her throwing darts, believed no one could escape her grasp. Yet, he miraculously dodged two darts. Even more astonishingly, he managed to bite the last dart with his teeth, his face remaining impassive and his heart unmoved. The nine brothers of Xiaoyao Cave, self-proclaimed masters of martial arts, were utterly insignificant compared to Wang Xiaotian. How wonderful it would be to have such a senior brother—no, not a senior brother, but a master! In the young woman's eyes, wasn't he always being molded and portrayed as a towering hero? Wasn't he her idol
? A pair of alluring peach-blossom eyes and a pair of large, dark, sparkling eyes met, exchanging a constant exchange of emotional messages.
With a soft "thud," Han Fengxian knelt down, hands clasped together, and said excitedly and tremblingly, "Master! Please accept this unrighteous disciple!"
Wang Xiaotian quickly stepped forward, supporting her soft, full body, saying, "Miss, please, please rise, please rise. I, Wang Xiaotian, truly dare not accept such an honor."
Han Fengxian subtly used a powerful downward thrust, but Wang Xiaotian, supporting her arms, remained completely still.
Wang Xiaotian secretly admired her. The second time he bent down to support her, he used a series of powerful upward thrusts, like a bear lifting a stone. Supporting her arms, he used a surge of energy from his dantian to lift her upward, and Han Fengxian, her light veil billowing, was lifted above his head like a butterfly in flight. A burst of giggles filled the room.
Just as Wang Xiaotian lifted Han Fengxian above his head, he suddenly dropped his hands. The fluttering butterfly, suddenly losing its ability to fly, plummeted to the ground. As the butterfly landed on his chest, Wang Xiaotian scooped it up with both hands and embraced Han Fengxian, pulling her into his arms.
"Giggle, giggle, giggle, you scared me to death! You're so naughty, so naughty..." she said, involuntarily hooking her plump arms around Wang Xiaotian's neck, pulling her back and pressing her rosy cheeks against his stubble-covered face. Then, her cherry-like tongue entered his mouth.
Wang Xiaotian sucked on her tongue, swirling his long tongue around it, until she let out soft "woo, woo, woo" sounds.
He embraced her and slowly walked towards the bed, gently, very gently placing her on the embroidered satin quilt. He slowly lifted her gossamer-thin veil
… Ah! He was stunned. From the moment he saw this girl until now, he hadn't had the chance, the energy, or the interest to admire this exquisitely beautiful body.
She was completely naked, her skin white, delicate, and tender, shimmering under the colorful palace lanterns, its curves clearly defined, constantly exuding a youthful fragrance that captivated and ecstatic.
At this moment, Han Fengxian, her oval face flushed with desire, raised her almond-shaped eyes, which shimmered with a captivating, mesmerizing light. Her small, delicate nose twitched slightly, and her full, crimson lips, like ripe lychees, tempted one to take a bite. Her small mouth parted slightly, a lewd laugh escaping her lips, her two rows of white teeth resembling jade shells on the beach. Her two round dimples, like small pools of water, rippled with alluring charm. The faint fragrance of her perfume wafted into Wang Xiaotian's nostrils, stirring his tense and parched heart, quenching his suppressed vengeful rage.
She playfully stretched out her small hand: "You…come over here…"
Wang Xiaotian's habit was always to look first, then do. He ignored her, instead focusing intently on admiring and savoring her voluptuous and incredibly supple body, arousing his own excitement and pleasure.
Her entire body radiated boundless youthful vitality, full, lustrous, and incredibly elastic. Her long, black hair was neatly combed back and cleverly coiled into two buns, each adorned with a fragrant, vibrant yellow flower. Her well-proportioned figure accentuated her curves, her arms smooth and glossy, like jade lotus roots emerging from the mud. Her long, round neck was warm and smooth as snow, and her shimmering gold earrings swayed gently, adding to her alluring and noble charm. Any man would feel his head spin and his mind wander before her.
Her breasts were firm, large, elastic, white, smooth, and incredibly sensual, resembling two blooming jade lotuses. With each soft, panting breath, they swayed gently, the bright red nipples and brownish-red areolas like two red agates inlaid on a steamed bun, a sight that never ceased to captivate. Her
flat stomach, deep cleavage, glistening with dewdrops of spring tide, her slender waist slightly twisted, her breasts and hips undulating, her navel, like a wine cup, overflowing with passion. Between her round, pink legs, her vulva was wide open, her vulva throbbing… even a seasoned monk would fall at her feet.
In her mysterious triangle, patches of lush grass grew, the vulva beautifully shaped, curving, crossing, and surrounding her. Her full, round, rosy, and glossy labia, still dripping with glistening fluid, resembled a small hill, rising high at the lower part of her abdomen. Her pink clitoris was swollen and full, fully exposed outside her labia. A patch of pubic hair had also sprouted below her vulva and above her anus. These mysterious, arousing territories brazenly pressed in on him.
She stood there, her breasts high and firm, her nipples erect, her waist swaying gently, her snow-white legs moving slowly, uttering seductive moans that would drive anyone mad
: "Come on...come on..." A fleshy little hand suddenly grabbed Wang Xiaotian's iron-like hand and pulled it directly towards her breasts.
His flames of revenge, his indignant passion, all collapsed, vanished into a blur, and a ravenous, intense desire surged forth... He pounced on her, then quickly straightened up, swiftly stripping off all his clothes.
He then bent down, grasping one large breast in each hand, his buttocks slung over the edge of the bed, and plunged his head into the tender red nipple, sucking fiercely, shaking his head.
He buried his head deep into her flesh, as if he wanted to burrow into her fleshy mound and feast on this rich, tender delicacy. He arched and arched, pressing his face tightly against her breast, his stiff stubble sweeping across the white, delicate flesh, his long, hard tongue sucking, licking, and swirling back and forth on the firm nipple. His teeth gently bit, scraped, and ground; every movement was so forceful, so earnest, so greedy.
At this moment, Fengxian felt as if a raging storm was churning within her chest. This intense stimulation and churning was unprecedented for her, surrounded by the Nine Dragons. In this chaotic, secluded cave, could she maintain the dignity of a young girl? Impossible, especially since she was in the prime of her youth, a girl with a heart full of longing!
She wildly and recklessly enjoyed the intoxicating pleasure.
The spring tide surged higher and higher, wave after wave, crashing against wave, breaking down the gates of her heart, cascading like a waterfall throughout her entire body.
She felt unbearably hot all over; every nerve throbbed violently, every blood vessel surged rapidly, every cell contracted tensely. She gritted her teeth, closed her eyes, and endured it. No! She was enjoying the caresses of the hero she admired most, the one she prostrated herself before, the towering, indomitable hero
… “Hero…my…love…you…ah…play…me…you…play…me…so…comfortable…all…so…comfortable…change…change…that…ah…I…give…all…to…you
…” She shook her head, trying to dodge the hard stubble, the strong stench of the man's sweat filling her nostrils, further arousing her desire. She felt a ticklish, tingling, exquisite pleasure.
Wang Xiaotian felt that her small nipples, after being "washed" for a while, had become larger, harder, and firmer. He raised his head, looked at the bright red, wet nipple, and was filled with passion. He plunged his head down and took the other nipple into his mouth, sucking hard until Fengxian arched her back, her belly arching, unbearably itchy.
"Ah...ah...so itchy...so good...you...you're so good...you...are...ah...oh...a real...man...ah...harder...play with me..."
At this moment, Wang Xiaotian suddenly slowed down, raised his head, and looked tenderly at Fengxian's rosy cheeks, softly asking, "Is it comfortable
?" "Ah...so...good...so...
" "How old are you
?" "Nineteen...big brother...no...master...please...play with me...call me...your disciple...let's celebrate the New Year...don't stop..."
He stopped kneading and sucking. Then, he stretched out a large hand, fingers spread, and slid it down her full breasts.
Fengxian immediately shuddered, then her breathing became rapid again.
Wang Xiaotian's large hand began to caress downwards from her breasts, his touch peculiar. His hand circled, his five fingertips pressing into the flesh, sliding down as he rotated. Just as he passed her lower abdomen and navel, touching her vulva, Fengxian could no longer endure it
… “Oh… ah… my whole body… so itchy… so tingling… so numb… it feels like… an acupressure point… ah… it’s so itchy…”
His large hand finally landed on her mound-like vulva, finding the soft bone above it with his index finger and slowly pressing and kneading.
Whether it was due to the acupressure point or his finger technique, Fengxian’s body went from slight swaying to rapid trembling, then to continuous convulsions, followed by wild hand and foot movements, panting heavily, her plump white buttocks twisting incessantly.
"Ah...oh...it's so itchy...I...can't...bear it...ah...there...it's...through...my whole body...oh...I can't take it...it's unbearable..."
Her hands flailed wildly, scratching haphazardly on the bed. Suddenly, she turned her head and saw Wang Xiaotian's thick, long, and powerful penis, erect and erect amidst the large patch of glossy black pubic hair, between his lower abdomen and legs. She was shocked, for she had never seen such a thick and long penis. It was so majestic and robust, with bulging blue veins covering its shaft. The protruding barbs stood erect, dense and imposing, the glans, purplish-black and shiny, wide open, its head bristling with fury. All of this was something Feng Xian had never seen before. A hungry, greedy desire urged her on, wishing she could immediately insert the penis into her vagina and savor the unique, superior taste of this penis. She disregarded everything and stretched out her jade-like arm to wipe it away.
Wang Xiaotian was startled, but quickly reacted, leaning his body forward to satisfy her frenzied desire.
She gripped his penis, squeezing and releasing it repeatedly.
He didn't stop; instead, he moved his fingers down, inserting his middle finger into her vagina, slowly and forcefully stroking it. Fengxian then thrust her abdomen forward, spreading her thighs, her thick labia contracting and opening, a gush of vaginal fluid flowing out, her mouth constantly moaning
: "Faster...faster...faster...insert it...insert it...this big penis...so long...so thin...so...good..."
Suddenly, Wang Xiaotian buried his head between her legs, waves of heat penetrating her.
Then, he put his mouth to her opening and blew hard, making Fengxian tremble uncontrollably, involuntarily thrusting her abdomen upward to cooperate. Her breath came in rapid gasps, emitting broken moans
: "Oh...so good...ouch...you...your...tricks...so...many...so good..."
At this moment, Jiang Xiaotian's passion surged, his lust intensified. He simply used a "Zhang Fei tricking his horse" maneuver to mount Fengxian's abdomen, then lay down between her legs, thrusting his long tongue into her opening, while his own penis landed perfectly at Fengxian's mouth.
Fengxian was overjoyed, grasping his large penis with both hands, smelling, biting, licking, sucking, and licking it like a ham sausage, like a long-starved old cat suddenly catching a mouse, wanting to play with it to its heart's content before finally enjoying its meal.
Using his tongue, Wang Xiaotian first slid it up and down inside the vaginal opening, touching the entrance and then the clitoris, causing Fengxian's large buttocks to twitch incessantly.
Her clitoris itched unbearably, an unbearable, piercing itch that made her heart race and her heart pound with fear; she simply couldn't stand it anymore.
"Oh... hurry up... this... big... stick... is so good... so long... it's... making me... feel... so good... you... hurry... insert it into me... I'm dying of itching..."
The tender flesh of her vagina contracted and expanded, the young girl's heart pounding wildly. Her clitoris throbbed, her heart pounded wildly, and her mind was in utter turmoil.
Then, he inserted his long tongue into her opening, rubbing and stirring it against the tender flesh of her vaginal walls. This caused Fengxian to feel a mix of soreness, itchiness, tingling, and numbness.
The sensations kept changing, the sensations constantly shifting.
She felt lightheaded, her head spinning, and she couldn't care less about anything else. She desperately thrust her hips forward, making her vagina more tightly cooperate with him, allowing his tongue to penetrate even deeper into her secret realm.
Suddenly, her clitoris was pressed against by his tongue, which flicked upwards and licked it. Fengxian let out a sharp, wanton laugh: "Oh... I'm going to... ascend to heaven... My God... I'm going to become an immortal..."
She didn't care about anything anymore, she didn't think about anything, she forgot everything. She wanted to die from pleasure, to die from bliss, to die from comfort!
“Ah…ah…humph…ouch…you…are…really…good…at…play…”
Gushes of fluid overflowed from her vagina.
At this moment, Wang Xiaotian slowly raised his head, embraced her slender waist, and gently asked, “Fengxian, is it good
?” “ouch…beautiful…too…beautiful…”
“Good!” With that, he rolled over, turned around, and knelt between her legs, holding his penis in his hand, aiming it at her opening. With a “whoosh,” the specially made penis, over seven inches long, was completely inserted.
She immediately felt as if a red-hot iron rod had been inserted into her vagina, thick and long, as if it had penetrated her abdomen, pressing against her heart, feeling incredibly moist and full.
Wang Xiaotian felt his penis being tightly gripped by the narrow opening. After a series of rapid thrusts and pulls, he felt a tingling sensation in his glans, which spread throughout his body and reached his heart.
Both of them went wild at the same time, twisting their waists and swinging their arms together. One thrust upwards, the other pressed downwards, making Fengxian so happy that she cried out incoherently
: "Ah...oh...Master...you...you're...making...oh...ah...I...I'm going to die...Master...you're doing it...your disciple...is...flowing again
..." Hearing her cries and moans, Wang Xiaotian asked in a low voice, "My darling, your little hole is so tight, it makes me feel so sore, so itchy, so numb."
"Oh...you're flowing again, aren't you? So much...ha, ha, ha...you've made my legs all...wet..."
"Are you enjoying it too...this time it's...so deep...so deep...so good...
" The two talked as they worked, their thrusts becoming faster and harder, penetrating deep into her vagina, making a "sizzling"
sound
... "Oh... good man... I'm so itchy... my little hole... you've... torn it... it's swollen... so good... it feels so good..."
Wang Xiaotian's large penis didn't just thrust in and out, but rather moved haphazardly, stirring within the tender, red flesh of her vagina.
His thick pubic hair, with each thrust, continuously increased the stimulation, causing her labia and clitoris to contract tensely. This various stimulations in different areas made her scream with pleasure, her juices flowing freely again and again.
She pressed her lower abdomen tightly against Wang Xiaotian's neck, rubbing it against his stubble. She closed her eyes in blissful pleasure, her moist lips slightly parted, and her tongue eagerly plunged into his mouth: "Oh...oh...um...um..."
She gritted her teeth, forcefully swallowing his penis whole, only then feeling a sense of fulfillment in her body and soul. Her body was burning hot, her vagina itching intensely; the indescribable pleasure made her both tense and wanton.
Dreamlike moans, snake-like writhing, his penis penetrating deeper and deeper with each thrust.
She was utterly comfortable, experiencing this storm-like assault for the first time in her life. She had fallen into a dazed, limp state, like a fairy floating on clouds, drifting aimlessly.
Another fierce attack followed. She withdrew her tongue and cried out again, "Oh...my little hole...it's itchy...push it in deeper...push harder...oh...good...my little hole...it's leaking...it's bursting...it's leaking...oh...good...so good
..." Then, a strange cry of "Ah!" escaped
her lips. Her body convulsed, a numbing pleasure spreading throughout her entire being. Her upper limbs flared, her lower limbs kicked, and she fainted.
Wang Xiaotian didn't stop there. He slowed down, thrusting gently, each time reaching the very bottom.
After this intense, rapid thrusting, she instinctively clung tightly to Wang Xiaotian's neck, her lower abdomen still pushing in.
Her rapid, panting breaths and beautiful face showed a satisfied expression once more.
“Good man… ah… oh… um… I… will… you fuck me to death… fuck me to death… um… ah… oh… it itches again… hurry
…” He thrust in and out more than thirty times in a row. His body was unbearably itchy, especially his lower abdomen and penis, which felt like dry wood was burning fiercely. A strong stimulation suddenly hit him. He gritted his teeth, held his breath, and suppressed his impulse, thrusting in and out again, each time all the way to the bottom.
The vaginal fluids surged forth like a torrent, her legs clenching and unclenching, her body writhing, her blood boiling.
"Good man... oh... I can't move... oh... it's getting exciting again... it's itchy... fuck me to death... ah...
" In the midst of this thunderous climax, Wang Xiaotian's semen, like a burst dam, surged forth, mingling with Fengxian's vaginal fluids, rushing together to the deepest part of the vagina.
The cave returned to its original silence.
After their lovemaking, both regained their senses.
Fengxian nestled in Wang Xiaotian's arms, speaking softly.
"Brother Wang, can you accept me as your disciple
?" "My martial arts are inferior to yours, why must we address each other as master and disciple
?" "Well, promise me, promise me, promise me! From now on, I'm willing to wander the world with you, making the four seas our home. No matter where we go, no matter what difficulties we encounter, I can always help you, always alleviate your loneliness, right?"
"Yes, but there's still a score between us that hasn't been settled." At this point, Han Fengxian waved her hand, interrupting him.
"Stop talking, I know what you're going to say. Leave the matter of avenging my mother to me!" "
Leave it to you
." "Yes, leave it to me!"
"You have the ability to avenge my mother?
" "Brother Wang, don't let my status as the phoenix among nine dragons and one phoenix fool you. I deeply despise these ignorant and foolish thieves. They've killed countless people and abused countless village girls, indiscriminately raping, burning, and killing for money, causing chaos for miles around. I've long wanted to kill them all." As Fengxian spoke, her almond-shaped eyes widened in anger, her small mouth clenched tightly, adding to her allure. The spring sunshine was warm and gentle, hanging high in the azure sky, its golden rays cascading down upon the rolling mountains, bathing the entire earth in a captivating springtime glow. "Ahhh
! " A long howl echoed through the towering peaks. Wang Xiaotian stood atop Centipede Ridge, his body covered in wounds, blood staining his shirt. He plunged his sword into the ground, looked up to the sky, and roared, venting his pent-up frustration. He didn't want to dwell on the bloody battle that had just taken place; all grudges were settled, and the Nine Dragons and One Phoenix of the Carefree Cave had vanished from the martial world. Wang Xiaotian turned to Han Fengxian, who was standing behind him, and said, "Fengxian, in my hometown of Peach Blossom Town, there's a younger sister who runs a small pharmacy. She lives alone, with no one to look after her. I hope you can come with me to the town to run the shop and take care of her." "I'll follow you for life, brother. Wherever you go, I'll go; whatever you ask me to do, I'll do. I'll listen to you in everything." "Good! That's my good little sister. Let's go!" "Let's go!" (The End)

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