The Unknown Story of Shooting the Condor Heroes

Meanwhile, at the Iron Spear Temple, Huang Rong was forced to follow Ouyang Feng, leaving everyone's sight. What kind of encounters had she experienced during this time…? "We'll stay here tonight!" Nearly two hours had passed since leaving the Iron Spear Temple. Ouyang Feng, raised in the Western Regions, was unfamiliar with the Jiaxing area. He had traveled north to avoid Huang Yaoshi, but hadn't found any place to stay. So, he hastily found a sheltered spot by the roadside to rest. However, Huang Rong remained silent. Ouyang Feng found this strange, because most martial artists, men and women, should be quite accustomed to sleeping outdoors. Could it be that Huang Rong couldn't accept it? Ouyang Feng looked up at Huang Rong and coldly said, "Does Miss Huang need to rest in an inn's bed?" Huang Rong blushed, wanting to say something, her lips opening and closing several times, but unable to 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 for today." He then gave Huang Rong a shove on the shoulder. Huang Rong staggered a few steps, then suddenly said in a barely audible voice, "Could you...could you let me go over there for a moment?" She pointed to a patch of grass nearby. Ouyang Feng was taken aback for a moment before bursting into laughter, "I forgot! We've been so busy traveling today, you haven't even 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 grass 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 entire snow-white, rounded buttocks... Ouyang Feng, however, secretly found it amusing, thinking that he hadn't expected Huang Yaoshi's daughter to be even more shy than a lady from a prominent family. Just as he was about to take out the Nine Yin Manual to study by the 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 grass. Since the first sword duel, 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 stirred Ouyang Feng's emotions. 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 Ouyang Feng. However, all he could recall now were Huang Rong's movements of spreading her legs, kicking, and turning around... In a daze, Ouyang Feng seemed to see Huang Rong's pink thighs spreading apart, and how the golden urine gushed out beautifully from her fine hair... For Huang Rong, although there was some distance between them, it was the first time in her life that she had urinated in front of outsiders, and in front of her enemy (even though he couldn't see her) to do such a shameful thing as urinating. The quiet wilderness made the sound of her urination so obvious... The cool breeze blew on her lower body, like a strange man gently caressing her private parts, making Huang Rong feel ashamed of being a woman for a moment... Under the bright moon, an elderly peerless master and a beautiful young girl 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. Aside from the first night, when they had to camp out in the wilderness due to the unfamiliar environment, Ouyang Feng, after ascertaining the directions and route, headed north the next day. Traveling alone as a man and a woman would naturally be somewhat inconvenient, but firstly, due to their significant age difference, Ouyang Feng always addressed Huang Rong as his uncle when they stopped for lodging, avoiding unnecessary trouble. Secondly, although Ouyang Feng was ruthless, he possessed the demeanor of a master, and despite their gender difference, he acted with the utmost respect, ensuring Huang Rong felt no shame as a prisoner. However, Ouyang Feng knew Huang Rong was clever and resourceful, and that she could escape if he wasn't careful, so even at the inn, they shared a room. Late that night, after finishing his breathing exercises, Ouyang Feng opened his eyes to find Huang Rong fast asleep, and couldn't help but smile wryly: "I, the old poison master, who has roamed the world all my life, am now like an old woman with bound feet, taking care of Huang Yaoshi's daughter." "Heh heh, this girl is clever and cunning, she's been arguing and twisting the meaning of the scriptures, she's not easy to deal with." While pondering this, he scrutinized the sleeping Huang Rong. It was early summer, the weather was getting warmer, and Huang Rong was dressed in thin clothing. Lying on her side, the beautiful curves of her newly developed body were fully 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 slightly curled-up girl on the bed, Ouyang Feng couldn't help but recall their past interactions. Huang Rong on the bed was as if she were 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 buttocks and the curves of her thighs. At this moment, Ouyang Feng didn't know what he was thinking, but he clearly felt a surge of heat gradually coursing through his body from his lower abdomen. This feeling was so strange, yet so familiar. He had felt this way when he faced his sister-in-law, and he would never forget this feeling when he frequented brothels in his youth. Since he set off with Huang Rong, this feeling, forgotten for decades, had occasionally reappeared, but never as intense as it was tonight... Ouyang Feng slowly moved closer to the bedside, staring intently at Huang Rong. Unaware that his right hand was uncontrollably reaching towards the sleeping Huang Rong… the girl's warmth and soft touch instantly spread from his fingers throughout his body. Ouyang Feng was startled and quickly moved his hand away, but Huang Rong had already woken up. Opening her eyes, she saw Ouyang Feng standing by the bed, looking at her strangely. Startled, Huang Rong sat up and said, “Uncle Ouyang, is something wrong?” Ouyang Feng, a grandmaster, was feeling remorseful for almost taking advantage of a young girl, and his face flushed slightly. “Uh, Uncle Ouyang thought it was windy and was afraid you'd catch a cold,” he said, then walked back to the corner of the room and sat down again, pretending to circulate his qi. Huang Rong was intelligent and naturally knew that was Ouyang Feng's excuse. Although she was still young and naive, she could vaguely guess what was going on. Even with her exceptional intelligence, she couldn't help but feel confused: What if that old poisoner... 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 by him! The two of them, one on the bed and one 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 tempting thing in the world? (Part 3) 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 hatred, Huang Rong and Ouyang Feng did not have any deep-seated hatred between them. So, although they were cold to each other, they had never had any direct conflict. After the initial awkwardness of the first few days, the two gradually got used to this life. Ouyang Feng, however, did not forget his initial intention of capturing Huang Rong and began 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. Ouyang Feng said, "The phrases 'perfect understanding, concentration, and wisdom,' 'cultivating both body and function,' are correct. 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 wrote it all down, and you practiced it with great interest. If this gets out, it will be a laughing stock." Ouyang Feng sneered, "That fool Guo Jing has no other redeeming qualities, but he would never lie. Besides, do you think I can't tell whether this manual is real or fake? Girl, don't waste time. Explain it to me sooner, and I can let you go home sooner." Huang Rong straightened up and played with the Dog-Beating Stick in her hand, saying, "Old Poison, you kill..." I applaud those overconfident masters of my brother Jing. I truly regret the unexpected death of Young Master Ouyang. In the end, we have no serious grudges. I suppose you wouldn't want to be enemies with my father. Rather than forcing a mere woman like me to translate scriptures for you and incur the wrath of the world, why not take a step back and see the bigger picture? Heh heh, the Eastern Heretic and the Western Poison are equally renowned, yet the Western Poison has to rely on the Eastern Heretic's daughter to learn martial arts.” In reality, after nearly a month traveling with Huang Rong, 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 about. Therefore, Ouyang Feng had already begun to feel a sense of regret. He remained silent for a moment, then resolutely said, “Alright, girl, your words are indeed sharp, and you speak frankly. Today I will let you go back; it won't be an insult to the prestige of the Western Poison.” Huang Rong was overjoyed, knowing that although Ouyang Feng was ruthless, he always kept his word. Saying, "Thank you, Uncle Ouyang!" she used her light-footed skill to leap out of the temple. However, when she tried to gather her strength, she suddenly felt a weakness in her dantian and couldn't muster any energy. Her heart was filled with doubt and uncertainty, but she didn't show it on her face and tried to walk, only to find her legs were also weak and powerless. Huang Rong suddenly appeared like a young girl who had lost all her martial arts skills.The woman was completely powerless, and what terrified 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. Seeing Huang Rong suddenly collapse in front of the temple gate, her lower body instantly stained with blood, Ouyang Feng was also filled with suspicion and uncertainty. He rushed forward and said, "Someone attacked!" At this moment, Huang Rong was no different from any other helpless girl, trembling as she said, "No...no...it's an 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 you experienced similar symptoms before?" Huang Rong said, "No! I... I feel weak all over, sore, and also bloated..." Ouyang Feng laughed heartily, "Old Huang is incredibly clever, but he doesn't understand the ways of raising daughters. Girl, let me tell you, this is a necessary stage 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." It should be noted that Huang Rong grew up with her father and later traveled the world with Guo Jing. In her fifteen years of life, she had never had a female companion, nor had anyone taught her about female physiology. Ouyang Feng, a dashing young man surrounded by countless beauties on White Camel Mountain, was intimately familiar with women's bodies. He never imagined he would be the one instructing Huang Rong on how to cope with her first menstruation. Ouyang Feng handed Huang Rong several clean white cloths, saying, "Place these on your vulva to prevent further bleeding. Change them when they're soaked." Hearing Ouyang Feng point out her sensitive area, Huang Rong blushed. She then went behind the temple statue, removed her lower garments, spread her legs, and tried to secure the white cloths to her vulva… After about half an hour, Huang Rong slowly emerged. The bloodstains on her skirt were still there, but hadn't spread further. She asked softly, "Uncle Ouyang, is this alright?" At this moment, Huang Rong had completely forgotten her hostility towards Ouyang Feng, becoming so vulnerable that Ouyang Feng felt a strange unease. He paused for a moment, glanced at Huang Rong's attire, and said, "Well, let's leave it at that for now. We'll make further plans once we reach the town ahead." (To be continued) (IV) After Huang Rong started her period, her lower abdomen was sore and bloated, and even the slightest exertion caused her great discomfort. Therefore, the two could only walk slowly like ordinary people to the town five miles away. Exhausted from the journey, both Huang Rong and Ouyang Feng needed a good meal. They went to a relatively large restaurant in the area and ordered several hot soups and dishes, partly to fill their stomachs, and partly because Huang Rong needed the warmth of her period. The two ate in silence. Ouyang Feng thought to himself: This little girl, Huang Rong, seems to have never suffered the hardships of life. 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 as he was pondering this, he vaguely heard the words "Ouyang Feng." Ouyang Feng glanced to his left rear without making a sound and found two martial arts figures carrying knives. The two were quite far apart, and without using his internal energy, it was impossible to hear what they were saying. Ouyang Feng glanced at Huang Rong again, only to see her with a furrowed brow, sipping her hot soup slowly, seemingly oblivious to her surroundings. Ouyang Feng focused his internal energy on his ears and heard the two talking animatedly. "Recently, everyone's been saying that Ouyang Feng, the Western Poison, kidnapped Huang Yaoshi's only daughter, causing Huang Yaoshi and the Beggars' Sect to join forces, vowing to find him." "That's right! Lately, all the roads leading to the Western Regions are swarming with Beggars' Sect spies. Even many of their northern masters have been withdrawn to search for Ouyang Feng's whereabouts." "Let me tell you, I heard a while ago that someone saw a beautiful woman and an old man together at an inn. The Beggars' Sect suspects that it's Ouyang Feng and estimates they'll be passing through this area soon. They've already sent most of their Eight Bags disciples here to guard the place. There are also rumors that Huang Yaoshi and Hong Qigong will be coming soon." Hearing this, Ouyang Feng was startled. He knew that Beggars' Sect disciples were everywhere, and it would be incredibly difficult for him to avoid being discovered. With Huang Rong like this, 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, ordered a few 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 ensure your safe return. 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, secretly 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 much, carried her on his back, and used his lightness skill to run away. Before long, the two arrived at a large courtyard, a rather grand place with bright lights and bustling crowds. 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 go after you recover." After saying that, he closed the door and left. Huang Rong hadn't had a proper rest since her first period, and now, lying on this soft bed, she felt unbearably sore all over. She no longer cared where she was and drifted off to sleep. She didn't know how much time had passed when, in her hazy state, someone approached her and seemed to be removing her clothes. Even with her martial arts skills completely gone, Huang Rong immediately realized: Could it be that the old poisoner had attacked her? Before she could even open her eyes, she rolled to the inside of the bed and sat up. Looking around, she saw a middle-aged woman dressed in a gaudy, bright red silk dress. "Oh, young lady, you're awake. Your master instructed us to take good care of you since you've just started your period. Please don't move around too much, lest you hurt yourself," the woman said with a smile. Seeing that the other woman meant no harm and didn't seem to possess martial arts skills, Huang Rong felt slightly 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, "Could this be...?" She hesitated, unable to believe that she had actually come to a brothel. Seeing her expression, the woman quickly comforted her, "Oh, young lady, since you're here, make yourself at home. Our place is different from other brothels; we won't beat or scold the girls. Your master also specifically instructed us to patiently teach you, saying that you are still inexperienced in matters of the heart. Don't worry, with your looks and figure, you will definitely become famous throughout the land in the future. How could we possibly bully you?" "What!!" Huang Rong was shocked and jumped off the bed, but her legs went weak, 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. More and more young ladies from wealthy families are now implicated and forced into prostitution. Someone like you, coming here is already considered fortunate." 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 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 the girl was menstruating and incapacitated, and needed to be properly trained. 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 committing 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 "real" scenes. Later, I realized that without deviating from the characters' personalities, it's almost impossible to develop the action; a specific event is necessary. Using this plot point, I could add some unusual events later, which might allow for a smoother transition. I hope you all continue to support me. (V) As the sun began to set, Huang Rong had been in the side room for a full five hours without leaving. While it wasn't impossible for women to circulate their qi during menstruation, young girls often experienced lower abdominal pain and weakness in their lower limbs; attempting to circulate qi would only cause more suffering. Huang Rong was no exception, and thus, during this time, she had essentially lost all her martial arts skills. All she could do now was wait for Ouyang Feng to return and ask him what was going on. Unfortunately, things didn't go as planned. Ouyang Feng had intended to go out and distract the Beggars' Sect disciples, but before he had gone five miles, he encountered the Old Urchin Zhou Botong. Thus, one chased the other westward. Leaving aside the story of the Western Poison, let's talk about Huang Rong, who waited anxiously for him, feeling the warmth in her lower body growing stronger. The few pieces of white cloth Ouyang Feng had given her yesterday were no longer effective.Soaked in menstrual blood, her newly changed dress was now stained with a large patch. Huang Rong, by nature a clean freak, though uneasy, couldn't bear the filth and faint odor emanating from her body. She gently walked to the door of the brothel and knocked, but no one answered. Calming herself slightly, she told herself: "I've come and gone freely even in the imperial palace; how can I be afraid of a small brothel?" With that thought, Huang Rong removed the latch and pushed the door open. The clamor of voices instantly filled her ears, revealing a scene of dazzling lights and bustling crowds—a scene both lively and lewd. Huang Rong was now at the door of a brothel in the second-floor corridor. Before her stood a middle-aged man in fine clothes, embracing two or three scantily clad young women, laughing and joking in front of the stairs. The women were barely clothed, with most of their breasts and buttocks exposed; the thin veils offered no protection whatsoever. 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 seen such a scene in fifteen years, and her face flushed crimson. She quickly retreated into the room and tried to close the door. But before the door could close, someone squeezed in. Huang Rong, her martial arts skills not yet restored, was unable to resist. Upon closer inspection, she saw a fat, richly dressed young man. Holding a wine jug, the young man stared intently at Huang Rong and said, "Damn it! This Chunxiang Pavilion has such a woman! I've never seen such a beauty even in Lin'an!" Before he could finish speaking, another person rushed in from outside and grabbed the fat young man, saying, "Young master, Sister Xiao Hong is waiting for you over there." This person was dressed as a servant. The young master said, "Hehe, what is Xiao Hong compared to this beauty? I'll stay here tonight." Hearing his master's words, the servant also scrutinized Huang Rong, praising, "Young master, such a beauty is truly rare in this world. I never imagined she'd fall into your hands. When you unleash your 'Golden Spear Never Falls' technique later, it will be pure bliss." The young master lewdly said, "Ah Cai, do you know this woman is clearly still a virgin? Tell me, what will it be like when my big cock pierces her vagina?" "Needless to say, she'll scream until the heavens and earth shake, and then her legs will clamp down on me, making me feel incredibly good." Just as the young master was about to say more, suddenly, "slap!" a burning pain shot across his face. Huang Rong, her eyebrows furrowed, unable to tolerate such shameless words, slapped the young master, then struck the servant with her own. The palm strike was light and graceful, a subtle move from the "Falling Blossom Divine Sword Palm," a martial art passed down in the Peach Blossom Island family. How could an ordinary servant possibly withstand it? With another soft "smack," the servant also received a solid blow to the face. Unfortunately, Huang Rong, having lost all her internal energy, could only mimic the form of the move without any real power. Although the servant had been struck in 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, lewdly grinning, "That's more like it!" He suddenly moved closer to Huang Rong, grabbing her other hand, saying, "Beauty, hit me again!" With both hands restrained simultaneously, Huang Rong tried to break free, but a sharp pain shot through her dantian. Huang Rong let out a soft moan, her body going limp, and she almost collapsed. The young man then pulled Huang Rong's delicate body into his arms, whispering in her ear, "Beauty, are you in such a hurry to fall into my arms? You're 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 fact that her sensitive areas were being so ravaged by a vulgar man enraged Huang Rong, but she was powerless to resist. Despite her exceptional intelligence, she was now just like any ordinary woman, powerless against a 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 out, "Let me go! No! No!!" The young man, of course, remained unmoved, and instead, with a "whoosh," tore off Huang Rong's top, revealing her beautiful, snow-white left breast. The young master's 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 elastic muscles of the Peach Blossom Island Master's beloved daughter's buttocks and her beautiful cleft instantly sent the young master into a trance, almost causing him to ejaculate. He could no longer restrain himself, and with a forceful lift, he lifted Huang Rong up and pushed her down onto the bed. Huang Rong was almost fainting from panic, struggling desperately and crying out for help. But having lost her martial arts skills, how could she possibly defeat the seasoned and charming young master, especially with the servant present? The young master pressed down on Huang Rong's soft body, kneading her breasts while unbuttoning her upper garment, while the servant held down Huang Rong's twisting legs by the bedside and unbuttoned 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 laid bare by these two despicable men. 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 a woman's clothes stained with menstrual blood not be seen by outsiders, but a woman 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, "Damn bitch, you let me touch such unclean things! Damn! What a spoilsport!" The forceful pressure on the base of her breasts caused Huang Rong's hemispherical breasts to be squeezed into a round shape, forcing blood to the tips, turning her originally pink nipples bright red and erect. In excruciating pain, Huang Rong screamed, her body instinctively twisting and turning desperately, trying to break free from 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 always next 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 yet." He then reached out and grabbed Huang Rong's slightly swollen breasts, squeezing them forcefully a few more times. The two laughed heartily at each other and left, 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, no man had ever touched her body. Even when she and Guo Jing traveled the martial world together, they maintained proper decorum and there was no inappropriate behavior. Therefore, although many girls married at the age of fifteen or sixteen, Huang Rong was still quite ignorant about matters of love and sex. Although she knew about Mu Nianci being raped by Yang Kang, 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 pure 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 in her heart made her feel utterly ashamed. Huang Rong's mind went blank, and she realized that without martial arts skills, no amount of wisdom or strategy could overcome a man's desire and power. In that instant, she desperately longed for Ouyang Feng to return, so that she would no longer suffer the humiliation she had just endured. With a creak, the door to her boudoir was pushed open again. Huang Rong was startled and quickly grabbed the quilt beside her to cover most of her body, thinking to herself: If anyone tries to force me again, I would rather die than be defiled! However, the person who entered was not a lecherous customer, but the middle-aged woman who had brought her clothes before. 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, "Alas, Young Master Zhou was just complaining about encountering a woman with menstrual blood. The steward had to apologize profusely for quite some time to smooth things over. I guessed it was you, so I told the steward, and she wants you to come over later." Huang Rong didn't pay 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 her 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 that, she could basically guarantee that her chastity wouldn't be forcibly taken. Thinking of this, Huang Rong secretly made up her mind: Rong'er, Rong'er, you still have to see your Jing-gege, you must hold on here! While pondering this, she followed the woman out 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 high-pitched, some low, some sharp and melodious, some intermittent, some continuous. The sounds weren't limited to just a few rooms; the entire corridor was filled with them. Curious, Huang Rong paid closer attention and heard a woman's voice coming from the room on her right: "Ah! Brother, you're so big! You've fucked me! Ah!!" Hearing these lewd words, Huang Rong blushed deeply, her heart pounding. Not long ago, she had been violated...Although the pain of humiliation still lingered in her heart, it was the first time in her life that Huang Rong had been pinned down by a man and powerless to resist. It was also the first time she had truly felt the fragility of a woman and the overwhelming power of male masculinity. Now, hearing other women moaning with pleasure beneath men, she couldn't help but think, amidst her shame: Isn't it painful to be violated by a man? The journey wasn't long; at the end of the corridor was the residence of the head of Chunxiang Brothel. The woman led Huang Rong inside and bowed, saying, "Headmistress, the new beauty mentioned by Young Master Zhou has arrived." "Hmm, let me see if she is truly as alluring as Young Master Zhou described," a rough, masculine voice rang out. Huang Rong was surprised: Aren't brothel matrons all women? How come… Looking ahead, a man in his thirties, dressed in fine clothes, slowly rose from the surrounding crowd of women of varying shapes and sizes and walked towards Huang Rong. This man was six feet tall, with a dark complexion, a square face, and a full beard that seemed mismatched 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 refinement that was far beyond what ordinary women could possess. Lost in thought, he walked behind Huang Rong, his fingers sliding down her curvaceous 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 spreading throughout her body, indescribably comfortable and relaxing. With her defenses down, Huang Rong felt no tension, and sensed a strange magic in the man's fingers. At this moment, the man moved his fingers to the juncture of Huang Rong's waist and hips, and with a subtle exertion, his index finger sank into her buttocks… Stimulated in this unexpected place, Huang Rong cried out "Ah!" A tingling, itchy sensation spread from her lower body. Involuntarily, Huang Rong tightened her anus, clamping the man's finger tightly, while her legs went weak, and she collapsed to her knees. The man, not expecting such a strong reaction from the woman beside him, showed a hint of surprise. He withdrew his finger, looked at Huang Rong kneeling on the ground, and smiled slightly, "This woman is not only stunningly beautiful, but her physical sensitivity is also extraordinary. Even if her genitals are only of average quality, they are still among the best." After speaking, he lifted Huang Rong's lower garment, revealing her snow-white thighs and rounded buttocks, but the bloodstains on her lower body were also displayed before everyone's eyes. The man didn't seem to care at all, and reached out his palm to stroke the inside of Huang Rong's thighs. Although her sensitive areas were being touched, knowing that her chastity could be preserved, Huang Rong did not resist at all, letting the sore sensation 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. A warm current was surging in her lower abdomen, gathering between her legs, making her feel that the secret place between her legs was gradually becoming hot. It seemed that something was slowly gushing out... Suddenly, a warm, foreign sensation came from between her legs. Huang Rong felt the man place his fingers on her genitals. Despite the indescribable tingling and pleasure, Huang Rong tensed her legs, her buttocks thrusting forward, pleading, "No! Not now!" The man didn't force her. He stood up, looking at the few drops of blood and glistening secretions on his hands, and smiled with satisfaction, "This woman is indeed exceptional. It's rare to see such a reaction before even losing her virginity. Although it's difficult to train her during her period, it's not impossible. Zhang Mama, take her back to rest for the night and give her a good bath." The middle-aged woman then took Huang Rong away. The head of the household, watching Huang Rong's still slightly trembling steps, thought to himself: What a little girl! Her legs and buttocks are so firm and elastic, and the flexibility of her waist and hips is unparalleled. If she weren't menstruating, she would definitely be a martial arts master. Hehe, now that you're in my hands, how can I let you wait until your martial arts are restored? You'll stay here obediently for me to play with and be my mainstay! ********** ...Once your martial arts are restored, you'll obediently stay here and be my plaything and pillar! ************************************************************************************************** Last time I posted this, some useless person was the first to say it wasn't original. Fuck! I didn't really understand what it felt like for an author to encounter a newbie before, but now I finally understand. But there's no point in arguing, I'll just keep writing. Frankly, I'm not very satisfied with my writing style. Many parts would be much more delicate and brilliant if written by a different expert. Alas, it seems that experts don't like writing adaptations, so I can only satisfy them myself. Please forgive me. Writing style is something you have to put into words. Of course, there are things you can't write...Once your martial arts are restored, you'll obediently stay here and be my plaything and pillar! ************************************************************************************************** Last time I posted this, some useless person was the first to say it wasn't original. Fuck! I didn't really understand what it felt like for an author to encounter a newbie before, but now I finally understand. But there's no point in arguing, I'll just keep writing. Frankly, I'm not very satisfied with my writing style. Many parts would be much more delicate and brilliant if written by a different expert. Alas, it seems that experts don't like writing adaptations, so I can only satisfy them myself. Please forgive me. Writing style is something you have to put into words. Of course, there are things you can't write...

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