The Unknown Story of the Condor Heroes

Meanwhile, at the Iron Spear Temple, Huang Rong was forced to follow Ouyang Feng, disappearing from everyone's sight. What kind of encounters did she experience during this time? ... "We'll stay here tonight!" Nearly two hours had passed since they left the Iron Spear Temple. Ouyang Feng, who grew up in the Western Regions, was unfamiliar with the Jiaxing area. To avoid Huang Yaoshi, he had traveled north but had not found any place to stay. So he could only hastily find a sheltered spot by the roadside to rest. However, Huang Rong did not speak. Ouyang Feng was puzzled, because most martial artists, regardless of gender, should be quite accustomed to sleeping outdoors. Could it be that Huang Rong could not accept it? Ouyang Feng looked up at Huang Rong and said coldly, "Does Miss Huang need to rest on a bed in an inn?" Huang Rong blushed, wanting to say something, her lips moved a few times, but she couldn't utter a word. Ouyang Feng sneered, "If it weren't for the circumstances, I wouldn't be willing to rest here either, but you'll have to make do today." He then gave Huang Rong a shove on the shoulder. Huang Rong stumbled a few steps, then suddenly said in a barely audible voice, "You... could you let me go over there for a moment?" She pointed to a patch of grass nearby. Ouyang Feng was stunned for a moment before he realized what was happening, then burst into laughter, "I forgot! We've been so busy traveling today, you haven't had a chance to relieve yourself. Hehe, it doesn't matter how far you go, you think you can escape?" Having received permission, Huang Rong hurriedly ran to the bushes and squatted down. Seeing that Ouyang Feng couldn't see her, she breathed a sigh of relief, unbuckled her belt, and pulled down her lower garment, revealing her perfectly round, snow-white buttocks… Ouyang Feng secretly found it amusing, thinking that he hadn't expected Huang Yaoshi's daughter to be even more shy than most young ladies. Just as he was about to take out the Nine Yin Manual to study by moonlight, he suddenly heard a swishing sound. Ouyang Feng's heart skipped a beat; he naturally knew it was the sound of Huang Rong urinating in the bushes. Since the first sword competition, he had not been near any women, focusing solely on dominating the competition in the second. However, in this desolate wilderness, the sound of a beautiful girl urinating subtly changed Ouyang Feng's state of mind. Huang Rong's usual figure unconsciously appeared in Ouyang Feng's mind. Having fought Huang Rong many times, every move she made left a deep impression on Xidu. However, all he could recall now were Huang Rong's movements of spreading her legs, kicking, and turning around... In a daze, Xidu seemed to see Huang Rong's pink thighs parting, and how the golden urine gushed out beautifully from her fine hair... For Huang Rong, although there was a distance between them, it was the first time in her life that she had relieved herself in front of an outsider, and in front of her enemy (although she couldn't see...). She did something as shameful as urinating, and in the quiet wilderness, the sound of her urination was so clear... The cool breeze caressed her lower body, as if a strange man was gently stroking her private parts, making Huang Rong feel a pang of hatred for being a woman... Under the bright moon, an elderly peerless master and a beautiful young woman began their destiny journey... (II) From the day they left the Iron Spear Temple, Ouyang Feng had been leading Huang Rong northward for nearly half a month. Except for the first night when they had to camp in the wild due to the unfamiliar environment, Ouyang Feng inquired about the direction and route on the second day and then headed north. The fact that the two, a lone man and a lone woman, were traveling together was bound to be inconvenient. However, firstly, due to their significant age difference, Ouyang Feng always addressed Huang Rong as his uncle whenever they stopped for a meal, avoiding many unnecessary troubles. Secondly, although Ouyang Feng was ruthless, he possessed the demeanor of a master in his dealings with others. Despite their gender difference, Ouyang Feng displayed the utmost respect and never made Huang Rong feel any shame as a captive. However, Xi Du knew that Huang Rong was clever and resourceful, and that she could escape if he wasn't careful. Therefore, even in the inn, the two still shared a room. Late that night, Ouyang Feng finished his breathing exercises and opened his eyes to find Huang Rong fast asleep. He couldn't help but smile wryly: "I, the old poison master, who has roamed the world with unparalleled power, am now like a frumpy old woman taking care of Huang Yaoshi's daughter. Heh heh, this girl is clever and cunning, and she's been messing around with the contents of the scriptures; she won't be easy to deal with." While pondering this, he observed the sleeping Huang Rong. It was early summer, and the weather was getting warmer; Huang Rong was dressed in thin clothing. Lying on her side, the beautiful curves of her newly matured body were clearly visible to Ouyang Feng. Although they hadn't known each other for long, they were inseparable, and Ouyang Feng had occasionally caught glimpses of parts of Huang Rong's body that were inadvertently exposed. Normally, these impressions would flash through his mind, but now, looking at the girl curled up slightly on the bed, Ouyang Feng couldn't help but recall the bits and pieces of their daily lives. Huang Rong on the bed was completely naked, exposing every detail of her body to Ouyang Feng's eyes. Ouyang Feng's gaze lingered on Huang Rong's flawless face for a long time before slowly moving downwards, gliding over the girl's snow-white neck, her full, rounded breasts, her slender waist… His gaze finally settled on Huang Rong's rounded hips and the curves of her thighs. At this moment, Ouyang Feng didn't know what he was thinking, yet he clearly felt a surge of heat gradually spreading throughout his body below his lower abdomen. This feeling was so strange, yet so familiar. He had felt the same way when he faced his sister-in-law years ago, and he would never forget that feeling again when he frequented brothels in his youth. Since setting out with Huang Rong, this feeling, forgotten for decades, had occasionally resurfaced, but never as intensely as it was tonight… Ouyang Feng slowly moved closer to the bedside, staring intently at Huang Rong. He was unaware that his right hand was uncontrollably reaching towards the sleeping Huang Rong… The girl's warmth and soft touch instantly spread throughout his body from his fingers. Ouyang Feng was startled and quickly removed his hand, but Huang Rong had already woken up. Opening her eyes, she saw Ouyang Feng standing by the bed, looking at her with a strange expression. Huang Rong was startled and sat up abruptly, asking, "Uncle Ouyang, what's wrong?" Ouyang Feng, a grandmaster, was already feeling guilty for almost taking advantage of a young girl, and his face flushed slightly. "Uh, Uncle Ouyang thought it was windy and worried you'd catch a cold," he said, before walking back to the corner of the room and sitting down again, pretending to meditate. Huang Rong, being incredibly clever, naturally knew it was Ouyang Feng's excuse. Although she was only sixteen and still naive, she could vaguely guess what was going on. Even with her exceptional intelligence, she was now filled with turmoil: What if that old poisoner did something to me… what should I do? What should I do? Father, Master, Brother Jing, why haven't you come to save me yet? If that old poisoner forces himself on me, Rong'er will be defiled! The two of them, one on the bed and the other on the floor, spent a sleepless night. Ouyang Feng was secretly blaming himself, but Huang Rong was uneasy. A man and a woman, although their ages were very different, who could resist the most powerful temptation in the world? (III) For Huang Rong, the only men she had ever been with in her life were her father and Guo Jing. She never dreamed that she would be inseparable from Ouyang Feng, the Western Poisoner, who was not only someone she hated, but also the enemy who killed her brother Jing. However, despite her dislike, Huang Rong and Ouyang Feng didn't harbor any deep-seated hatred for each other. Therefore, although they were cold towards each other, they never had any direct conflict. After the initial awkwardness passed, they gradually got used to this life, and Ouyang Feng didn't forget his initial purpose of capturing Huang Rong, beginning to practice the Nine Yin Manual. One day, the two arrived at a dilapidated temple. After resting for a while, Ouyang Feng took out the Nine Yin Manual and began to question Huang Rong. But then Ouyang Feng said, "The phrase 'perfect understanding and wisdom, dual cultivation of body and function' is quite good. But what does 'Ha Hu Wen Bo Ying' mean?" Huang Rong leaned against the door and laughed, "Old Poison, to tell you the truth, that fool Guo Jing scribbled all sorts of nonsense, and you're practicing it with great interest. If this gets out, it'll be a laughing stock." Ouyang Feng sneered, "That fool Guo Jing may not be good at anything else, but he's absolutely incapable of lying. Besides, with my eyesight, do you think I can't tell whether this scripture is real or fake? Girl, don't waste time. Explain it to me quickly, and I can let you go home sooner." Huang Rong straightened up, playing with the Dog-Beating Stick in her hand, and said, "Old Poison, you kill him!" "I applauded my brother Jing's overconfident masters. I truly regretted Ouyang Gongzi's unexpected death. In the end, we had no serious grudges between us, and I suppose you wouldn't want to be enemies with my father, would you? Rather than forcing a mere woman like me to translate scriptures for you and inviting the whole world to be our enemy, why not take a step back and let the world have a better future? Heh heh, the Eastern Heretic and the Western Poison are equally famous throughout the world, yet the Western Poison has to rely on the Eastern Heretic's daughter to learn martial arts." In fact, after traveling with Huang Rong for nearly a month, Ouyang Feng not only failed to extract any true secrets from her, but also neglected much of his studies due to avoiding Beggar Clan disciples and rushing the journey. Therefore, Ouyang Feng had already begun to feel a sense of regret. He remained silent for a moment, then resolutely said, "Very well, girl, your words are indeed sharp, and you've spoken quite frankly. I'll let you go today; it won't disgrace the reputation of the Western Poison." Huang Rong was overjoyed, knowing that although Ouyang Feng was ruthless, he was a man of his word. She said, "Thank you, Uncle Ouyang!" and used her lightness skill to leap out of the temple. However, as soon as she tried to gather her strength, she suddenly felt a weakness in her dantian and couldn't muster any energy. She was filled with doubt and uncertainty, but her face remained impassive as she tried to walk, only to find her legs also weak and numb. Huang Rong...She was now like a girl who had lost all her martial arts skills, unable to muster any strength. What alarmed her even more was that a warm current slowly welled up between her legs, instantly soaking her clothes... In her panic, Huang Rong collapsed to the ground. Ouyang Feng, seeing Huang Rong suddenly collapse in front of the temple gate, her lower body instantly stained with blood, was also filled with doubt and uncertainty. He flew forward and asked, "Is someone attacking?" At this moment, Huang Rong was no different from any other helpless girl, trembling as she said, "No...no...it's the enemy...I don't know...I...I...I suddenly became like this..." Ouyang Feng knew it wasn't an enemy attack and breathed a sigh of relief. He looked at Huang Rong again and saw a large pool of blood between her buttocks and legs, but no other signs of injury. A thought struck him, and he asked, "Girl, how old are you?" Huang Rong had no one to rely on at this moment; the only person she could trust was this old poison master. She whispered, "Just over fifteen." Ouyang Feng gradually confirmed his suspicions and asked again, "Have similar symptoms occurred before?" Huang Rong said, "No! I… I'm covered in…" "I have no strength, it feels sore, and it feels swollen..." Ouyang Feng laughed heartily, "Old Huang is incredibly clever, but he doesn't understand the ways of raising women. Girl, let me tell you, this is an inevitable path for women, something no woman in the world can avoid. Don't worry, these symptoms will disappear in a few days to a week. However, during this time, you'd better not exert yourself." You see, Huang Rong followed her father from a young age, and later followed Guo Jing to roam the martial world. In her fifteen years of life, she never had a female companion, nor did anyone teach her about female physiology. Ouyang Feng, on the other hand, was dashing and charming in his youth, surrounded by countless beauties on White Camel Mountain, so he was very familiar with women's bodies. He just never imagined that today he would be the one to teach Huang Rong how to face the arrival of her first period. Ouyang Feng took out several clean white cloths and handed them to Huang Rong, saying, "Place these on your vulva to prevent further bleeding. Change them when these cloths are soaked through." Hearing Ouyang Feng mention her sensitive area so directly, Huang Rong blushed. However, she immediately went behind the statue in the temple, took off her lower garments, spread her legs, and tried to fix the white cloths to her vulva... Half an hour later, Huang Rong slowly walked out. Although the bloodstains on her skirt were still there, they had not spread further. She asked softly, "Uncle Ouyang, is this alright?" At this moment, Huang Rong had completely forgotten her hostility towards Ouyang Feng and had become so weak that Ouyang Feng also felt something strange. He paused for a moment, looked at Huang Rong's attire, and said, "Well, let's leave it like this for now. We'll make further plans after we reach the town ahead." (To be continued) (IV) After Huang Rong started her period, her lower abdomen was sore and bloated, and she suffered terribly even with the slightest exertion. Therefore, the two of them could only walk slowly like ordinary people to the town five miles away. Tired from their journey, both Huang Rong and Ouyang Feng needed a good meal. They went to a relatively large local restaurant and ordered several hot soups and dishes, partly to fill their stomachs, and partly because Huang Rong was menstruating and needed the warmth of the soup. They ate in silence. Ouyang Feng thought to himself: "This young girl, Huang Rong, seems to have never suffered hardship. Now that she's unwell, she needs care. Hmm, this is a good opportunity to do Huang Yaoshi a favor; perhaps it will be helpful in the future." Just then, he faintly heard the words "Ouyang Feng." Ouyang Feng glanced discreetly to his left and saw two martial arts figures carrying swords. The two were quite far apart; without using his internal energy, he would have no way of hearing what they were saying. Ouyang Feng glanced at Huang Rong again, only to see her frowning, sipping her hot soup slowly, seemingly oblivious to her surroundings. Ouyang Feng focused his ears and overheard the two talking animatedly. "Recently, everyone's saying that Ouyang Feng, the Western Poison, kidnapped Huang Yaoshi's only daughter, causing Huang Yaoshi to join forces with the Beggars' Sect, vowing to find him." "That's right! Lately, all the roads leading to the Western Regions are filled with Beggars' Sect spies. Even many of their northern masters have withdrawn, searching everywhere for the Western Poison's whereabouts." "Let me tell you, I heard a while ago someone saw a beautiful woman and an old man together at an inn. The Beggars' Sect has already..." Suspecting it was the Western Poison, and estimating they would pass through this area soon, he had already dispatched most of his eight-bag disciples to guard the place. Rumors also circulated that Huang Yaoshi and Hong Qigong would be arriving soon. Upon hearing this, the Western Poison was alarmed. He knew the Beggars' Sect disciples were scattered throughout the land, and it would be incredibly difficult to avoid being discovered. With Huang Rong in this state, it was hard to guarantee that Huang Yaoshi, who doted on his daughter, would listen to his explanation. He needed to find a secluded place to hide. It was already late, and Ouyang Feng, while pondering his next move, ordered several more jugs of wine to savor slowly. When it was completely dark, he said to Huang Rong, "Girl, it's dangerous that you can't use your strength right now. Since I, Ouyang Feng, have captured you, I will make sure you return safely. If you trust me, come with me to a place to rest for a few days." Huang Rong, having lost all her martial arts skills, had hoped that Ouyang Feng wouldn't leave for the time being, so she nodded in agreement. Seeing that she agreed, Ouyang Feng didn't say anything more, carried her on his back, and used his lightness skill to speed away. Before long, the two arrived at a large courtyard, a rather grand place, brightly lit and bustling with people. In a daze, Huang Rong was led by Ouyang Feng to a side room. Ouyang Feng placed Huang Rong on the bed and said, "You will rest here for the next few days. I will let you leave once you are better." After saying this, he closed the door and left. Huang Rong had not had a proper rest since her first period, and now, on this soft bed, she felt unbearably sore all over. She no longer cared where she was and fell into a deep sleep. After some time, she vaguely felt someone walk up to her side and seem to be removing her clothes. Although she had lost all her martial arts skills, Huang Rong immediately realized: Could it be that the old poisoner had attacked me? Before she could open her eyes, Huang Rong rolled to the inside of the bed and sat up. When she opened her eyes again, she saw a middle-aged woman dressed in a gaudy red silk dress. "Oh, young lady, you're awake. Your master instructed us to take good care of you, as you're just starting your period. Please don't move around too much, lest you hurt yourself," the woman said with a smile. Seeing that the woman meant no harm and didn't seem to possess martial arts skills, Huang Rong felt a little relieved and asked, "Where is this...?" The woman looked at her with some surprise: "Don't you know, young lady? This is the famous Chunxiang Pavilion!" "Chunxiang Pavilion??!?!" Huang Rong was stunned and quickly asked, "This is...?" She hesitated, unable to believe that she had actually come to a place of pleasure. Seeing her expression, the woman quickly comforted her, "Oh, young lady, since you're here, make the best of it. We're different from other kilns; we won't scold or beat the girls here. Your husband specifically instructed us that since you're still young and inexperienced, we should patiently teach you. Don't worry, with your looks and figure, you'll definitely become famous throughout the land. How could we possibly bully you?" "What?!" Huang Rong was shocked and jumped off the bed, but her legs gave way, and she almost fell. Fortunately, the woman helped her up and continued to comfort her softly, saying, "Judging from your appearance, you must be the daughter of some high-ranking official. Alas... the world is cold and heartless, and the officialdom is even more treacherous. Nowadays, more and more young ladies are implicated and forced into prostitution. Someone like you, coming here is already considered good." The woman rambled on as she placed some clothes on the bed and then left, leaving Huang Rong sitting alone on the edge of the bed, dumbfounded. Actually, Ouyang Feng's original intention was not like this. Knowing that the Beggars' Sect disciples were conducting a full-scale search, he thought that the only safe place was a brothel, where the Beggars' Sect members would not be able to infiltrate. So, after taking Huang Rong to a large local brothel, he told the proprietress while Huang Rong was unconscious that this girl was menstruating and incapacitated, and needed to be properly disciplined. But before Ouyang Feng could finish his few words, several vulgar women swarmed around him, pressing their breasts and thighs against him. Disgusted, he threw down a gold ingot and left. Little did he know that the landlady mistakenly believed Huang Rong was a virgin sold there for "training," thus making a grave error. ********************************************************************** Sorry, there's nothing exciting yet; it's just building suspense. Firstly, I'm a novice with insufficient experience; secondly, I haven't found a starting point to naturally transition to the more explicit scenes. Later, I realized that without deviating from the characters' personalities, developing the main plot is almost impossible; therefore, specific events must occur. Using this plot point, we can add some things that are usually difficult to happen later, which might help us transition smoothly. I hope you will continue to support us. (V) As the sun began to set, Huang Rong had been in the side room for a full five hours without going out. During menstruation, although women are not necessarily unable to circulate their qi, young girls often experience abdominal pain and weakness in their lower limbs. If they were to circulate their qi rashly, it would be even more unbearable. Huang Rong was no exception, so during this period, she could be said to have lost all her martial arts skills. Now, all she could do was wait for Ouyang Feng to return and ask him what was going on. Unfortunately, man proposes, God disposes. Ouyang Feng had planned to go out and lure the Beggar Clan disciples away, but before he had gone five miles, he encountered the old rascal Zhou Botong. So, one chased the other and they fled westward. Leaving aside the story of Ouyang Feng, let's talk about Huang Rong, who was anxiously waiting for him but he never arrived. She then felt a burning sensation in her lower body.It was getting stronger and stronger. The few pieces of white cloth that Ouyang Feng had given her yesterday were no longer of any use, soaked with menstrual blood, and now her newly changed dress was stained with a large puddle of it. Huang Rong was naturally clean, and although she was uneasy, she couldn't stand the filth and faint smell secreted from her body. She gently walked to the door of the side room and knocked, but no one answered. She calmed herself down a little and said to herself: "I have been able to come and go freely even in the imperial palace, how can I be afraid of a small kiln?" With that thought, Huang Rong removed the door latch and pushed it open. The noisy voices of people instantly entered her ears, and she saw a scene of bright lights and bustling crowds, indescribably lively, and indescribably lewd. Huang Rong was standing at the entrance to a side room in the second-floor corridor. Before her stood a middle-aged man in fine clothes, embracing two or three alluring, scantily clad young women, laughing and joking in front of the stairs. The women were barely clothed, most of their breasts and buttocks exposed, the thin fabric offering no protection. The man had one woman in each arm, while his other hand was kneading between the legs of another woman, whose eyes were half-closed and lips slightly parted, moaning softly. Huang Rong had never witnessed such a scene in her fifteen years of life. Her face flushed crimson, and she quickly retreated into the room, attempting to close the door. Before the door could even close, someone squeezed in. Huang Rong, her martial arts skills not yet fully recovered, was powerless to resist. Upon closer inspection, she saw it was an obese young man dressed in fine clothes. Holding a wine jug, the young man stared intently at Huang Rong and said, "Damn it! This Chunxiang Pavilion has such a beauty! I've never seen such a beauty even in Lin'an Prefecture!" Before he could finish speaking, another person rushed in from outside and grabbed the obese young man, saying, "Young master, Sister Xiao Hong is waiting for you over there." This person was dressed like a servant. The young master said, "Hehe, what is Xiao Hong compared to this beauty? I'll stay here tonight." Hearing his master say this, the servant also carefully examined Huang Rong and exclaimed, "Young master, such a beauty is truly rare in this world. I never thought she would fall into your hands. When you use your Golden Spear Invincible Divine Skill later, it will be pure bliss." The young master lewdly said, "Ah Cai, do you know that this woman is obviously still a virgin? Tell me, what will it be like when my big cock breaks through her vagina?" "Needless to say, she'll scream and cry, and then her legs will clamp down on me, making me feel incredibly good." The young master was about to say more when suddenly, "slap!" A hot pain shot through his face. Huang Rong, her eyebrows furrowed in anger, unable to tolerate such shameless words, slapped the young master across the face, then struck the servant with her own. Her palm strike was light and graceful, a masterful move from the Peach Blossom Island family's martial art, the "Falling Flower Divine Sword Palm"—how could an ordinary servant possibly block it? With another soft "smack," the servant received a solid blow to the face. Unfortunately, having lost all her internal energy, Huang Rong's attack was merely a formality, devoid of any real power. Although the servant had been slapped across the face, he seized the opportunity to grab Huang Rong's supple wrist and laughed, "Young master, this beauty is quite domineering. It seems we'll have to both of us to take her down!" The young master touched the spot on his face where he had been slapped and lewdly said, "That's more like it!" As he spoke, he suddenly moved closer to Huang Rong and grabbed her other hand, saying, "Beauty, hit me again?" With both hands restrained at the same time, Huang Rong tried to break free, but another sharp pain shot through her lower abdomen. Huang Rong let out a "groan," her whole body went limp, and she almost collapsed. The young man then pulled Huang Rong's delicate body into his arms, whispering close to her earlobe, "Beauty, are you in such a hurry to fall into my arms? Are you already wet without even foreplay?" As he spoke, he kneaded Huang Rong's breasts, which had never been touched by anyone before. Even through her clothes, the ravaging of her sensitive areas by such a vulgar man enraged Huang Rong, but she was powerless to resist. Despite her exceptional intelligence, she was now just like any ordinary woman, unable to resist the man's strength. As the daughter of the Peach Blossom Island Master and the leader of the Beggars' Sect, she could only weep like an ordinary woman, crying and screaming, "Let me go! No! No!!" The young master, of course, remained unmoved. Instead, he took advantage of the situation and ripped off Huang Rong's top with a "whoosh," instantly revealing her beautiful, snow-white left breast. His eyes lit up, and with a low growl, he bit down on the pink nipple, licking Huang Rong's lovely pink areola with his tongue while tightly embracing her waist and hips, pressing his already hard and erect penis against her soft, small buttocks through her clothes. The Peach Blossom Island Master's beloved daughter's elastic buttocks and beautiful cleft instantly sent the young master into a state of ecstasy, almost causing him to ejaculate. He could no longer bear it. With a sudden movement, he lifted Huang Rong up and slammed her onto the bed. Huang Rong was nearly fainting from panic, struggling desperately and crying for help. But having lost her martial arts skills, she was no match for the seasoned and charming young man, especially with the servant present. The young man pressed down on Huang Rong's soft body, kneading her breasts while unbuttoning her top, while the servant held down Huang Rong's writhing legs by the bedside and removed her lower garment. Suddenly, Huang Rong felt a chill in her lower body; her legs and vulva were exposed. She cried out in anguish, knowing that her most private parts had been completely exposed by these two bastards. Large tears streamed down her cheeks. The servant exclaimed, "Young master, look!" The young master glanced at Huang Rong's lower body and saw the blood-stained undergarment and vulva. His expression changed drastically. In the Southern Song Dynasty, taboos were strictly observed. A woman's menstruation was considered an ominous sign. Not only could clothes stained with a woman's menstrual blood not be seen by outsiders, but a woman who was menstruating was also forbidden from eating at the table. The young master, caught up in the moment, was greatly displeased upon seeing such a thing. Frustrated and with nowhere to vent his anger, he grabbed Huang Rong's breasts hard, squeezing the base of her nipples and yelling, "You damn bitch, you let me run into something so unclean! Damn! What a spoilsport!" The base of her breasts was squeezed forcefully, turning Huang Rong's hemispherical breasts into round balls. Blood was forced to the tips, making her originally pink nipples turn bright red and stand erect. In excruciating pain, Huang Rong screamed, her body instinctively twisting and turning desperately, trying to escape the young master's grasp. The young master, feeling bored, released Huang Rong's breasts, stood up, and said to the servant, "What an unlucky day! But there's plenty of time; I'll come back to play with this woman in a few days." He then pinched Huang Rong's cheek hard again, while the servant laughed, "Young master, at least you touched her a few times; I haven't done anything." He then reached out and grabbed Huang Rong's slightly swollen breasts, squeezing them forcefully a few more times. The two looked at each other and laughed heartily before leaving, leaving Huang Rong naked and curled up in the corner by the bed, staring blankly at the ceiling, wondering what the future held. (To be continued) (VI) For fifteen years, since Huang Rong was seven years old, no man had touched her body. Even when she traveled the world with Guo Jing, the two maintained proper decorum, and no inappropriate behavior occurred. So, although many girls married at the age of fifteen or sixteen, Huang Rong was still quite ignorant about matters of love and sex. She knew about Mu Nianci's rape by Yang Kang, but she didn't truly understand what had happened. Now, with all her martial arts skills gone, in the most depraved place in the world, Huang Rong's innocent body was wantonly violated by a vulgar rich young master, and she was further insulted with vile words. Even though she managed to preserve her chastity, the shame and pain she felt made her want to disappear. Huang Rong's mind went blank; she realized that without martial arts skills, no amount of wisdom or strategy could withstand a man's desire and power. In that instant, she desperately longed for Ouyang Feng to return, to spare her from the humiliation she had just suffered. With a creak, the door to the boudoir was pushed open again. Huang Rong was startled and quickly grabbed the quilt beside her, wrapping it around most of her body, thinking to herself: If anyone tries to force themselves on me again, I would rather die than be defiled! However, the person who entered was not a lecherous client, but the middle-aged woman who had previously brought her clothes. The woman glanced at Huang Rong, who was curled up in the corner of the bed. Seeing her tear-streaked face and listless eyes, she sighed and said, "Sigh, just now Young Master Zhou complained about encountering a woman with menstrual blood, which caused the steward to apologize profusely for quite some time before things were settled. I guessed it was you, so I told the steward, and she wants you to come over later." Huang Rong didn't pay any attention to what the woman was saying, but having a woman by her side at least made her feel a little more at ease. Being in the most dangerous environment for a woman, coupled with the temporary inability to use her martial arts, she was like a wolf in sheep's clothing, completely at the mercy of others. However, the only thing that allowed her to protect herself was her menstrual blood; with this, she could basically guarantee that her chastity wouldn't be forcibly taken. Thinking this, Huang Rong secretly made up her mind: Rong'er, you still want to see your Jing-gege, you must hold on here! While pondering this, she followed the woman out the door to another large room. It was late at night, and the corridor was no longer as noisy as before. Huang Rong breathed a sigh of relief when she saw that the patrons were gone. However, after walking a few steps, she heard strange female voices coming from the corridor, some loud, some soft, some sharp, some melodious, some intermittent, some continuous. These sounds filled not just a few rooms, but the entire corridor. Huang Rong's curiosity was piqued, and she paid closer attention. She heard a woman's voice coming from the room on her right: "Ah! Brother, you're so big! You've pierced my heart! Ah!""!" Upon hearing the lewd words, Huang Rong blushed instantly, her heart pounding like a deer. The pain of being humiliated not long ago still lingered in her mind, but this was the first time in her life she had been pinned down by a man and powerless to resist. It was also the first time she had felt the fragility of a woman and the overwhelming power of a man's masculinity. Now, hearing other women moaning with pleasure beneath men, she couldn't help but think, amidst her shame: Isn't it truly unbearable to be violated by a man? The journey wasn't long; at the end of the corridor was the establishment of the Chunxiang Brothel. The woman led Huang Rong inside and bowed, saying, "Manager, the new beauty mentioned by Young Master Zhou has arrived." "Hmm, let me see if she is truly as alluring as Young Master Zhou says," a rough, masculine voice rang out. Huang Rong was puzzled: Aren't brothel madams all women? Looking ahead, a man in his thirties, dressed in fine clothes, slowly stood up amidst a group of women of varying builds and walked towards Huang Rong. He was six feet tall, with a dark complexion and a full beard on his square face, which seemed quite out of place with his clothes, yet he exuded a fierce and imposing aura. The man slowly approached, his gaze sweeping over the petite Huang Rong up to her shoulder. He looked her down, and even with his vast experience with women, he couldn't help but be secretly astonished: there were no royalty or high-ranking officials here, yet this woman possessed not only unparalleled beauty, but also an air of nobility that was far beyond what ordinary women could possess. Lost in thought, he walked behind Huang Rong, running his fingers down her shapely back… If it were a few hours earlier, even without her martial arts skills, Huang Rong wouldn't have allowed any other man to touch her. But now, after what had happened… Having resolved to endure all humiliation until the day her martial arts were restored… Following the man's fingers, a strange tingling and numb sensation spread from her back, an itchy feeling that spread throughout her body, indescribably comfortable and relaxing. With her defenses down, Huang Rong felt no tension and sensed the strange magic of the man's fingers. At this moment, the man moved his fingers to the junction of Huang Rong's waist and hips, and with a subtle exertion, his index finger sank into her buttocks… The unexpected stimulation caused Huang Rong to cry out "Ah!", feeling a tingling and itchy sensation emanating from her lower body. Involuntarily, Huang Rong tightened her anus, clamping down on the man's fingers. At the same time, a wave of weakness washed over her legs, and she collapsed to her knees. The man, surprised by the woman's strong reaction, also showed a hint of astonishment. He withdrew his fingers, looked at Huang Rong kneeling on the ground, and smiled slightly, "This woman is not only stunningly beautiful, but her sensitivity is also extraordinary. Even if her genitals are only of average quality, they are still top-tier." He then lifted Huang Rong's lower garment, revealing her snow-white thighs and rounded buttocks, but the bloodstains on her lower body were also on full display. The man, however, seemed unconcerned, and ran his hand along the inside of Huang Rong's thigh. Although her sensitive areas were being touched, knowing her innocence was safe, Huang Rong did not resist, letting the soreness spread throughout her body again. Kneeling on the ground, she felt the man's hands circling and caressing her inner thighs, gently kneading and rubbing. It was a feeling of relaxation she had never experienced before, and a faint warmth was surging in her lower abdomen, gathering between her legs, making her feel that the hidden part between her legs gradually becoming hot, as if something was slowly oozing out... Suddenly, a warm, foreign sensation came from between her legs, and Huang Rong felt the man place his fingers on her genitals. Despite the indescribable numbness and comfort, Huang Rong still tightened her legs, moved her butt forward, and begged: "No! Don't do it now!" The man did not force it, but stood up and looked at the little blood stains and other shiny secretions on his hands, satisfied. She smiled and said: "This girl is indeed the best. It is really rare for her to react to such a degree before she has lost her virginity. Although it is difficult to train her during menstruation, it is not impossible. Aunt Zhang, take her back to rest for the night and give her a good bath." The middle-aged woman took Huang Rong back. The leader, watching Huang Rong's still slightly trembling steps, thought to himself: "What a little girl! Her legs and hips are so firm and elastic, and her waist and hips are so supple and flexible—I've never seen anything like it. If she weren't menstruating, she would definitely be a martial arts master. Heh heh, now that you're in my hands, how could I let you wait until your martial arts are restored? You'll stay here obediently for me to play with and be my mainstay!" ********************************************************************************************** Last time I posted this, some useless person was the first to say it wasn't original. Fuck! I didn't quite understand the feeling of an author encountering a newbie before, but now I finally understand. But there's no point in arguing; I'll just keep writing. To be honest, I'm not entirely satisfied with my writing style. Many parts would be far more nuanced and captivating if written by a more skilled author. Alas, it seems that truly skilled writers don't enjoy writing adaptations, so I have to find my own way to achieve this. Please forgive me. Writing style, after all, is something that comes naturally. Of course, there are bound to be parts that are simply not written well…Her legs and buttocks were so firm yet elastic, and the suppleness and flexibility of her waist and hips were unparalleled. If she weren't menstruating, she would surely be a martial arts master. Hehe, now that you're in my hands, how could I let you wait until your martial arts skills are restored? You'll stay here obediently for me to play with and be my mainstay! ******************************************************************************************** Last time I posted this, some good-for-nothing was the first to say it wasn't original. Fuck! I didn't quite understand the feeling of an author encountering a newbie before, but now I finally understand. But there's no point in arguing, I'll just keep writing. To be honest, I'm not very satisfied with my writing style. Many parts would be much more delicate and exciting if written by other masters. Sigh, it seems that skilled writers don't like writing adapted stories, so I'll have to do it myself. Please forgive me. Writing style is something you have to put into words. Of course, there are times when you can't write anything good...Her legs and buttocks were so firm yet elastic, and the suppleness and flexibility of her waist and hips were unparalleled. If she weren't menstruating, she would surely be a martial arts master. Hehe, now that you're in my hands, how could I let you wait until your martial arts skills are restored? You'll stay here obediently for me to play with and be my mainstay! ******************************************************************************************** Last time I posted this, some good-for-nothing was the first to say it wasn't original. Fuck! I didn't quite understand the feeling of an author encountering a newbie before, but now I finally understand. But there's no point in arguing, I'll just keep writing. To be honest, I'm not very satisfied with my writing style. Many parts would be much more delicate and exciting if written by other masters. Sigh, it seems that skilled writers don't like writing adapted stories, so I'll have to do it myself. Please forgive me. Writing style is something you have to put into words. Of course, there are times when you can't write anything good...

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