Wanyaoshanzhuang

In Jiangnan, at Wanyao Manor, a place of bustling prosperity, the most beautiful season of the year seemed even more enchanting.
The courtyard of the manor lord, Wan Qianhua, was the epitome of luxury. If not for the imperial robes he wore, outsiders, seeing the exquisite stone carvings, the winding streams, and the vibrant flowers, would not believe they were in the Imperial Garden.
Wan Qianhua lay on a recliner, enjoying the warm sunlight in the tranquil courtyard. He was an old man, his face lined with wrinkles as numerous as his vast wealth. To the local people, Wanyao Manor was like a myth.
Countless mangled bodies, countless lives on the verge of death, had come here, only to emerge from the manor gates full of life. The number of people saved grew, his fame increased, his silver taels multiplied, yet ultimately, the number of people saved dwindled.
Only royalty and powerful figures in the martial arts world could persuade the old manor lord, Wan. Even hiring his physicians was beyond the reach of ordinary wealthy men.
However, there were exceptions. Besides money, Wan Qianhua also had his own hobbies. The two beautiful young women behind him, gently waving fans, were the result of an emergency. Their faces, features, figures, and expressions were exactly alike. Only something as rare as this could persuade the old master to help.
If it were just about using medicine, there were many skilled people in the martial world. But those incredibly skillful hands were only used by a select few. Even in his seventies, Wan Qianhua could still stitch up wounds in an instant; he could also open up chests and dissect abdomens, doing things that ordinary people couldn't imagine.
Apart from one fellow disciple, probably no one in the martial world could match him.
Having not personally performed any feats for a while, Wan Qianhua was itching to use his skills. It was time to exercise those skillful hands.
He raised his hand and made a simple gesture. The young women blushed immediately upon seeing this. They put down their fans, and the two walked to the master, somewhat shyly, and loosened their belts.
In an instant, two fair-skinned young girls, naked and bathed in sunlight, their skin as smooth as milk, were dazzling and mesmerizing. Not to mention, they were mirror images of each other, tall and short, thin and plump, their faces and expressions perfectly identical. This strangely beautiful scene could only appear in countless dreams.
The girls pressed closer, slowly sitting down, both letting out a soft moan. Shame and nervousness filled their faces. Wan Qianhua's hands had already reached the girls' lower bodies. Those unparalleled, skillful hands began to part the girls' petals, pinching and kneading. The movements were so light yet wicked that the girls' bodies instantly went limp. Besides leaning against Wan Qianhua, moaning and writhing, they could do nothing else.
Clear, sweet fluid slowly flowed down their thighs, which could not be closed together, and the heart-stirring moans grew louder and louder.
Even the birds in the forest took flight in fright, as if unwilling to witness such a seductive scene. Wan Qianhua felt the women's bodies writhing, calmly controlling her hands. Soon, almost simultaneously, the two sisters convulsed, reaching their peak with long moans.
Another simultaneous orgasm; Wan Qianhua was very satisfied with her method. Giving a wink, the girls, still climaxing, struggled to their feet, pulled down the manor lord's trousers, and their delicate tongues kissed the somewhat ugly, aged penis…
The debauchery within the manor continued. Xiao Dao and Yun Tian had already reached the manor gate. Seeing the state of Wan Yao Manor, Yun Tian couldn't help but worry; the two didn't seem like they could have come here. How could they see the manor lord?
"Don't look so worried, just listen to me,"
Xiao Dao said disdainfully. Without waiting for Yun Tian's reply, she leaped off her horse and walked forward.
"Miss, this is Wan Yao Manor. Do you have someone to introduce you?"
The gatekeeper, seeing Xiao Dao as a young woman, was quite polite.
"There's no one here, but I have some interesting things I'd like to show the old master,"
Xiao Dao said with a smile, swaying her body and tossing her hair. Her charming smile made the gatekeeper feel a little awkward.
"Well, young lady, the old master is quite old and doesn't concern himself with worldly affairs..."
the gatekeeper coughed.
"Brother, how long have you been working here?"
Xiao Dao suddenly asked.
"About three years, what do you mean by that, young lady?"
the gatekeeper replied.
"Three years doing this all this time, don't you feel it's a waste of your talents, brother?"
Xiao Dao said.
"Well, no..."
the gatekeeper said somewhat awkwardly, thinking about how some of his brothers worked in the manor and received much higher salaries, which made him somewhat dissatisfied.
"This is a great opportunity. If you show this to the master, he will be overjoyed. Even if he doesn't get a promotion, he'll at least receive a substantial reward. Besides, I'm right here. If things go wrong, you can always pin it on me,"
Xiao Dao whispered in the gatekeeper's ear.
He was startled, took a step back, and blushed, stammering, "Miss, this, this..."
"It's settled, here."
Xiao Dao pulled out a small bag, shoved it into the gatekeeper's hand, and gave him a coquettish laugh. The gatekeeper was momentarily confused, took it, and turned to go inside.
"What did you give him?"
Yun Tian asked, watching Xiao Dao return.
"You don't need to know. By the way, wait here, I can take care of it myself,"
Xiao Dao said coldly, standing aside, ignoring him. Yun Tian was used to Xiao Dao's attitude along the way, but he found it strange; it was almost like she was jealous. But no matter what, she wouldn't like him. Could it be related to Zi Man? Yun Tian smiled bitterly to himself.
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Wan Qianhua waved her hand, and the girl put on her clothes and hurriedly left. At times like this, the old manor lord felt somewhat dejected; the girls knew that the farther they went, the better. Time was merciless
; Wan Qianhua, who had once been with countless women, was now just one of many frail old men.
Thinking of this, he couldn't help but envy Old Master Liu of the Salt Gang, whose martial arts, cultivated both internally and externally, were extremely helpful in this regard.
If he had learned more martial arts like his senior brother back then, he wouldn't be in this situation. Even with the resources of Wanyao Manor, he couldn't find a single aphrodisiac that wouldn't harm the body.
Just as he was feeling frustrated, a report came: "Master, Zhang Tiesheng requests an audience, saying he has something interesting and would like to have you take a look."
The old master was somewhat impatient and waved his hand, saying, "Leave it there."
With a reply, the person withdrew. Wan Qianhua stood up, feeling utterly bored, and went to see what it was. Zhang Tiesheng was usually honest and probably wouldn't lie easily.
Holding the package, Wan Qianhua returned to the pharmacy and carefully opened it. Inside was just a strange branch.
Uneven and gnarled, it resembled a centuries-old tree, shrunk to the size of an ordinary plant—quite peculiar. The old master was somewhat puzzled. Although his greatest skill was manual dexterity, recognizing herbs was still a piece of cake for him. This thing looks familiar, or rather, someone has mentioned it to him before?
Stroking the branches, Wan Qianhua closed his eyes, trying to recall. Decades had passed, and his memory was hazy, but he had definitely seen this thing before. Was it his master? Yes, his master had mentioned it. What was it?
Suddenly, a flash of inspiration struck him like a thunderbolt, making the old manor lord's eyes light up. He dropped the branch and hurried to the main hall, shouting, "Tell Zhang Tiesheng to invite the guests who brought this thing in!"
A moment later, Xiao Dao and Yun Tian arrived in the main hall. The old manor lord concealed his surprise and asked, "Young men, where did you bring this thing from? What is your intention?"
Xiao Dao didn't answer directly, but instead said, "Manor Lord, is this to your liking?"
Wan Qianhua paced back and forth, saying, "Alright, you have someone who needs treatment, I can help you, but..."
"No problem, I'll give you the rest tonight."
Xiao Dao seemed to know what the manor lord was thinking, and said.
Wan Qianhua stared at Xiao Dao's face, as if trying to find something familiar, but he was disappointed.
"Alright, see you at the pharmacy at the second watch tonight. With this token, you can come and go freely."
Xiao Dao took the token, and the guard beside her was somewhat surprised. This thing wasn't given away casually. What good thing did this young girl have for the manor lord?
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Night fell, and Xiao Dao packed her things, preparing to go out. Yun Tian asked with some concern, "Miss, are you really alright?"
Xiao Dao smoothed her hair and said, "It's not your place to worry. If you want to worry, worry about that old manor lord."
Xiao Dao left, and Yun Tian stayed in the room, sighing. This woman always acted mysteriously and was quite hostile towards him. He had always harbored a worry: why were Ziyan Valley and Ziman helping him so much? Was it to retrieve their medicine?
But so many years had passed, and he hadn't heard of any major incidents in the martial world, indicating that the person who stole the medicine hadn't intended to make a big fuss. Even if he was Yan Wuji, he had only framed Yu Qing and taken Yue Ling for himself.
If such a precious medicine truly existed, shouldn't it have caused a much bigger uproar? Even the Taiping Gang, once considered the largest gang, was different from deeply rooted sects. Once its leader was in trouble, it would be leaderless and quickly become a second-rate gang. Not to mention Yan Wuji's lack of interest in managing
the gang, leaving everyone in a state of panic. Why would Yan Wuji do this? He possessed a medicine capable of completely altering a person's appearance and voice, so why use it on himself? He could have simply killed him. Who cared about the life or death of a mere servant of the gang leader? What was his connection to Ziyan Valley? Could it be that drugging him was a way to lure out Ziyan Valley? This was the only explanation, yet Xiao Dao Zi Man seemed so nonchalant, as if she had everything under control.
Sighing helplessly, Yun Tian smiled bitterly. He simply couldn't understand these secrets of the martial world.
In a daze, Yun Tian drifted off to sleep. Only in dreams could his tense nerves relax. He seemed to touch a vibrant body, so warm, so soft, encompassing everything about him. He held her tightly, feeling the unique heat, moisture, and excitement between a man and a woman.
Strangely, Yun Tian had slept with countless women in the past three years, but he had never had such a sensual dream. Perhaps back then, he considered it merely a pointless physical release, his inner resistance overshadowing his physical desires.
But after spending a night with Zi Man, Yun Tian changed. Zi Man taught him how wonderful the relationship between men and women could be, providing unparalleled satisfaction to both body and soul.
Gradually, Yun Tian's heart seemed to melt. Previously, he only felt a thirst for revenge and dissatisfaction with fate; now, a strange hope had crept in. He knew the chances were incredibly slim, but Zi Man's gentleness and beauty had already left a deep imprint on his heart.
In his dream, Yun Tian held this delicate body; even though it was an illusion, it satisfied his inner desires. He felt the woman's breasts, thrusting his lower body, entwining with her in the mist. Little by little, pleasure accumulated, his desire gradually overflowing, reaching its climax. Yun Tian kissed the woman's face contentedly, when suddenly, he saw the woman's face—it wasn't Zi Man, it wasn't Yue Ling!
"No!"
Yun Tian suddenly woke up, cold sweat soaking his back, and the fluid flowing from his lower body plunged him into deep disgust and fear. The body in his dream seemed to be right before his eyes. Yes, although both were beauties, Yue Ling's breasts were slightly smaller, her curves not as voluptuous as Zi Man's. But her waist was more slender, and her legs straighter.
That was exactly what Yun Tian had just dreamed of—it was the body of Yue Ling, whom he had seen groaning in pain under Yan Wuji's abuse years ago.
How could this be? Yun Tian gripped his thigh tightly, the stinging pain unable to dispel his deep disgust.
His master and mistress were the people he respected most; even the slightest insult was unbearable. Yet now, he was repeatedly indulging in filthy fantasies because of Yue Ling.
Yun Tian let out a dry retching sound. "Mistress, Master, I'm sorry," he murmured in his heart, tears of pain streaming down his face.
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While Yun Tian was in agony, Wan Qianhua was overjoyed. That's right, this was the extremely precious Heavenly Pillar Root that his master had used back then. Compared to seahorse whip or ginseng, this was the number one aphrodisiac in the world.
Legend had it that even eunuchs, even those without penises, could grow an inch or two after consuming this.
Eunuchs certainly wouldn't grow anything, but for Wan Qianhua, this was an unparalleled treasure. Back then, his master used this to find seventeen or eighteen concubines—truly a licentious and dissolute act. Unfortunately, it still needs a catalyst to brew it into a medicinal porridge.
That catalyst is right before her eyes: a tiny flower, its colors extremely vibrant, with only seven or eight petals, yet displaying five different hues. Eaten alone, it is highly poisonous, but combined with the roots of the Heavenly Pillar, it becomes an unparalleled treasure.
At this moment, she holds the dagger in her left hand, while her right hand holds a burning candle.
Wan Qianhua laughed, "Miss, why not put down the candle? This is a priceless treasure; it wouldn't look good if it got damaged."
Xiao Dao said, "Master Wan, this is your prescription, a place teeming with hidden talents. How could I dare come here without a way to protect myself?"
Wan Qianhua said, "If you have any requests, Miss, I will certainly help you without hesitation."
Xiao Dao said, "Actually, it's nothing urgent. I just wanted to ask you a question."
Wan Qianhua said, "Oh, ask away? What do you want to ask me?"
Xiao Dao said, "My first question is, Master, have you ever heard of the name Xu Zai?"
Wan Qianhua was taken aback, her face darkening. "Why did you mention Xu Zai?"
Xiao Dao flicked her left hand, and the little flower danced across the candle flame. Wan Qianhua was startled. If it weren't for her decades of cultivation, she probably would have snatched it directly.
Xiao Dao chuckled, "Old Master, your days are numbered. Enjoy life while you can. What do these worldly matters matter?"
Wan Qianhua said, "Good. You even know Xu Zai's name. It seems someone you know sent you?"
Xiao Dao didn't answer. Wan Qianhua sighed and said, "Xu Zai is my junior brother. He's skilled in disguise. He's the Right Protector of the Star Evil Gang. I estimate only two or three people in the martial world know his name."
Xiao Dao asked, "Where is Xu Zai now? Rumor has it that the righteous sects besieged the Star Evil Gang, and everyone except the gang leader died?"
Wan Qianhua said, "That's right. Xu Zai also died that time." "
What about the gang leader? How could he have escaped? Did Xu Zai help him disguise himself?"
"Hmph, the gang leader has a unique physique. Even if he's disguised, he can still be recognized. He must have had the help of a master."
"Who is this master? Does the old master have any clues?"
Wan Qianhua's eyes lit up, and he said in a deep voice, "It seems that you also have the answer, why ask this old man?" Xiao
Dao smiled and said, "I wouldn't dare, may I ask the master?"
Wan Qianhua stood up, paced around, and after a long while, slowly said, "Xu Zai and I are disciples of the Star Stone Elder, who is an unparalleled genius in the martial arts world. As for medical skills, in heaven and earth, throughout history, unless one is a celestial being, no one can rival him."
"I've learned the art of disembowelment and bone setting, while Xu Zai has learned the art of disguise. But our master is extremely dissatisfied with us. To be honest, his skills are too profound; we're already exhausted just learning this much." "
Due to his dissatisfaction with his disciples, our master left without saying goodbye, taking everything with him except for some medicine for Xu Zai. However, we are relieved. If our master hadn't left, we don't know when we would have been able to leave that place."
Wan Qianhua finished speaking in one breath, looked at Xiao Dao, and said, "Our master must be over a hundred years old. Is he still alive?"
Xiao Dao shook her head and said, "I have never seen the Star Stone Elder. He must have already passed away."
Wan Qianhua said, "You are too young. As I think, you are a new disciple that our master took in later." "Is he a disciple?"
Xiao Dao sighed. "I don't know who Elder Xing Shi is. I just want to ask, besides Xu Zai, who else has such exquisite disguise skills?"
Wan Qianhua said, "Then it's only Gu Tianle, the leader of the Xing Xie Gang. I heard that Xu Zai passed on all his skills to him. Although others have skills, in terms of exquisiteness, only the methods of my school can reach the level of that boy who was traveling with you, young lady."
Xiao Dao was startled, the candle flickered, and Wan Qianhua immediately gave him a dissatisfied look. Xiao Dao said, "As expected of the old master of Wan Yao Manor, you have a discerning eye."
"Hmph, such meager skills are easily recognized by this old man. How about it, young lady, are you satisfied with my answer?"
"There's one last question, Master. Besides these abilities, can the Star Stone Elder also change a person's entire appearance, bones, and voice?"
Wan Qianhua pondered, "As far as I know, no, but perhaps he discovered something after he left. Alas, I don't want to concern myself with the affairs of the martial world. If I can live out my remaining years peacefully in this manor, my wish will be fulfilled."
Xiao Dao nodded and said, "Thank you, Master. Here."
Suddenly, the small flower was thrown to Wan Qianhua, who caught it. Before he could speak, Xiao Dao had already drifted away. Holding the flower, he thought of his master. After all these years, he still both respected and feared him. He respected his master's profound learning, but feared his strict teaching methods, which were unbearable. This young woman must be connected to his master's descendants, but there seemed to be many unknown aspects about her as well.
Wan Qianhua shook his head with a wry smile. These worldly matters were no longer his concern. Now, it was time to brew the secret medicine to satisfy the twins…
Squeak, squeak, a simple carriage slowly made its way along the road in the dead of night.
The sunlight was long gone, and the carriage's outline was obscured by layers of damp mist. All that was known was that it was heading towards the residence of the wealthy Wang family in the East City.
Why was someone visiting so late? The old steward yawned as he opened the door. He couldn't refuse the orders given by the master.
This carriage looked rather mysterious; it was probably another of the master's quirks. Thinking of this, the old steward felt a little nauseous. Although the master was generous, the gossip made him feel ashamed under the master's somewhat homosexual tendencies.
Watching a slender figure alight from the carriage and disappear through the gate, the old steward shrugged. These days, men were starting to look more and more like women. Despite being draped in black and revealing nothing, the faint curves of that figure were utterly captivating. Ah, a wealthy man is indeed a wealthy man; the men he chooses are a thousand times better than the vulgar women of brothels.
Unfortunately, this time, the old steward was wrong. The guest was led to a room, and the carefree man quickly left.
The guest opened the door and immediately saw Wang, the wealthy man, completely naked, his fat and ugly body sitting on a brocade quilt.
The room was spacious, half of it occupied by a steaming bathtub. The furnishings were simple: a table, a chair, and nothing else. But what was on the table was enough to make one blush.
With a whoosh, the guest still took off his outer garment. Wang had seen countless women, but seeing this one, he couldn't control himself and stared in disbelief. What a beauty! Only a woman like her could rekindle her almost aversion to women.
It was obvious the visitor was Yue Ling. This day had finally arrived. She hadn't felt this nervous and uneasy in a long time, not because she was about to throw herself into his arms, but because this time, she was to act out a play—a difficult play, but one she had to succeed at.
There might be shame, there might be depravity, there might be utter betrayal, but for her purpose, Yue Ling decided to gamble.
This was why she dressed like this today; beneath her black outer garment, only a sheer white veil concealed her breathtakingly beautiful body. Like a flower seen through mist, most alluring; her snow-white skin shimmered with a soft light, her bright red nipples appearing and disappearing.
The mysterious black patch between her legs further fueled her imagination. Although she had experienced countless humiliations, this was the first time Yue Ling had dressed so provocatively for a man. Even her husband had never done so, let alone that this was Yue Ling's own choice, without any coercion.
"Don't take it off, just leave it like this, go take a bath in this."
Wang Da Guanren's mouth was dry; at this moment, he had long forgotten about homosexuality. Now he was a completely manly man, his mind only focused on how to defile the stunning beauty before him. He even cursed himself inwardly for having grown weary of women he had slept with; if he had met Yue Ling, why would he have sought other women?
Yue Ling smiled alluringly, though somewhat stiff, but her exquisite face and clear eyes made that smile enough to bewitch and ecstasy. She let her hair down, draping it over her shoulders, and lightly lifted her jade-like foot to test the water temperature in the bathtub. The light gauze clung tightly to Yue Ling's body in the steam, her delicate, exquisite curves shimmering and revealing. As Yue Ling leaned forward and stepped into the bathtub, a fine cleavage appeared between her pert buttocks through the gauze. Wang, the official, seemed to have realized something; his heart pounded wildly, almost unable to contain himself.
In the misty candlelight, Yue Ling's damp body appeared both real and unreal. Her long hair curled and cascaded in the steam, its disheveled state exuding a sense of bewilderment. Her lips were parted, the breath from her vibrant lips hotter than the steam itself, her eyes gazing at Wang with a hazy yet provocative look. Was it his imagination? Was this beautiful woman before him seducing him? He had heard that although she had been violated for three years, she had never relinquished her chastity. How could she display such an expression towards him?
The beauty's actions clearly told him that this was not an illusion. Yue Ling brushed aside the hair beside her snow-white neck, her soaked chest protruding, her erect nipples seemingly about to burst through the thin veil. Her hands gradually moved downwards, and Yue Ling began to caress herself, as if she were taking a bath.
However, these actions, veiled in white gauze, appeared exceptionally lewd. She caressed her breasts, her waist, gradually moving to her pert buttocks, and finally to her private parts between her legs. With each caress, Yue Ling's lips parted wider, her eyes became more unfocused, her long legs trembled, and her whole body writhed impatiently.
This exquisite scene, shrouded in mist, became even more enchanting and alluring. "
What a peerless beauty," Wang Da Guanren thought to himself. Having slept with countless women, he now felt like a virgin, his mouth dry and his hands and feet unsure of what to do. He couldn't lose face; back then, those women, whether tall and petite, soft and fiery, all succumbed to him, unable to extricate themselves. He couldn't let an eighty-year-old man become a child again.
"Come out, you can take off your clothes,"
he said. This was simply too alluring; he wanted to admire her a little longer, but his throbbing lower body could no longer restrain itself.
Yue Ling stepped out, her arms outstretched, revealing her fair and smooth, beautiful naked body, which, like the full moon's light, illuminated the slightly dim room. She strolled over to Wang Da Guanren. Her erect nipples almost touched his face, and before he could react, Yue Ling lowered her head and kissed Wang Da Guanren's lips deeply.
Such a generous gift would be impolite to refuse. Although she felt somewhat taken advantage of, what man could resist such a beautiful woman throwing herself into his arms? The master simply let Yue Ling take the initiative. Her nimble tongue moved within his mouth, its movements and sucking so practiced.
Three years ago, when Yue Ling kissed her husband, she only ever gave him a light kiss, never engaging her tongue in such a passionate embrace. But now, for her own purposes, she actively displayed the skills trained by Yan Wuji, pleasing this obese man who would have previously given her a second glance.
As their lips parted, Yue Ling felt ashamed of her actions. She was somewhat bewildered, unsure how to continue. Meeting the master's lecherous gaze, she awkwardly looked away, as if she had done something wrong.
No, Yue Ling suddenly made up her mind. Having gone this far, she might as well abandon all her pointless pride. Tonight, she would become a wanton woman, available to all.
Like a white snake, Yue Ling threw herself at Wang Da Guanren. She rubbed her white breasts against his chest, her tongue licking his cheeks and body. Sitting on his lap, her long legs wrapped around his waist. Her still-moist vulva trembled slightly from the stimulation of his long leg hair.
Wang Da Guanren enjoyed it, stroking Yue Ling's back. So smooth, so shapely, especially her pert buttocks, he couldn't resist gently patting and kneading them. Each touch made the beauty let out a soft moan, was it real or not?
Yue Ling closed her eyes, trying hard not to think. So hot, getting hotter and hotter, first a shameful heat, then a physical heat. Her mature body, honed through years of training, was so sensitive, especially when she was in control. The sweet pleasure from the friction of her nipples was addictive, impossible to stop.
Where their skin touched, a burning desire ignited. Especially the valley between her legs, now it was hard to tell whether it was from the recent bath or from the sheer amount seeping from deep within her body. Not to mention the erect penis, rubbing against her inner thighs, sending waves of intense stimulation. Was Yue Ling now giving up on herself? Or was she hopelessly immersed in pleasure? It was impossible to tell.
After enjoying himself for a while, Wang Da Guanren gently pushed Yue Ling away, pointed to his genitals, and touched her lips. His intention was clear. Yue Ling blushed and leaned down. Even though she had been with many men, this penis was clearly different from any she had encountered before.
Yue Ling was somewhat surprised; the glans was purplish-black, a full size larger than normal, like a fist, quite frightening. And the thick tufts of black hair around it were even more shocking. Was she really going to take it in her mouth and then be possessed by it? Yue Ling felt a pang of fear, yet also a faint sense of anticipation. She dared not imagine what it would feel like, but a tightness and itching deep within her vagina betrayed her inner thoughts.
Seeing Yue Ling's expression, Wang Da Guanren wasn't surprised at all. When those chivalrous women saw his manhood, they were terrified, some even weeping uncontrollably. Feeling Yue Ling somewhat struggle to take his glans into her mouth, Da Guanren stretched out his legs with pleasure, teasing her genitals with his big toe.
The thick, sticky fluid, the hot entrance—it was indeed well-trained. Wang Da Guanren couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy towards Yan Wuji. This guy had monopolized such a beauty for three years; what good fortune he had accumulated in his past life!
The huge glans entered her cherry-like mouth, causing Yue Ling some discomfort. After trying for a moment, she gave up on fully taking it in. She changed to only taking his glans into her mouth, carefully licking the smooth tip, while her hands played with his testicles. Years of experience had unconsciously taught Yue Ling how to please men.
Sucking, sucking, pinching, kneading—all sorts of techniques—she gave Wang the ultimate pleasure.
Releasing the glans, Yue Ling looked up at him and said shyly, "My lord, this humble concubine is soaking wet down there, and I want you to comfort me."
These soft, lewd words flattered Wang. Yan Wuji's words implied that he shouldn't be afraid of Yue Ling's resistance and should just force himself on her. He hadn't even touched a finger, yet this beauty was so proactive. Although somewhat strange, how could he refuse such a wonderful opportunity?
"Alright, lie on the bed, spread your legs, hold your ankles, yes, just like that, Madam of the Gang Leader, let me take a good look at your vulva, how horny it is."
Wang Da Guanren manipulated Yue Ling, making her hold her ankles, her legs spread wide. He deliberately emphasized "Madam of the Gang Leader," and Yue Ling's expression changed slightly upon hearing this. But she immediately flashed a charming smile and said, "This humble concubine isn't Madam of the Gang Leader tonight, but Madam of the Great Master."
"Hehe, I'm not interested in my own wife. Tonight, I'm going to properly fuck Madam Yu Qing, Madam of the Gang Leader, Qin Yue Ling."
Wang Da Guanren chuckled, spreading Yue Ling's vulva with both hands, his shockingly large penis still pressed against the entrance.
"Yes, fuck Qin Yue Ling properly, fuck Madam Yu Qing properly."
Yue Ling steeled her heart and said whatever came to mind. After all, back with Old Master Liu, there had been plenty of lewd talk. This time, she had to feign intimacy and make this wealthy man fall for her.
"Hold on, madam. It'll be a little uncomfortable at first, but it'll get better later,"
said the wealthy man, Wang. He thrust his hips forward, and even Yue Ling,
a woman experienced in love, couldn't help but furrow her brow. *Thump thump thump*, Wang thrust in and out like a pile driver. There were no techniques, no fancy moves, just the most primal thrusting. At first, Yue Ling thought this wealthy man wasn't skilled in bed, but she quickly realized she was terribly wrong. Techniques and fancy moves were utterly insignificant to a man with such a weapon. His enormous glans pressed tightly against the sensitive flesh of her vulva, each friction bringing even stronger pleasure. Those ugly black hairs occasionally stimulated her vagina, a feeling truly incomparable.
"Ah... wealthy man... you're so amazing... mmm..."
Yue Ling wanted to say more lewd things, but the impact was too intense, the pleasure too stimulating. She quickly became incoherent, the weapon ravaging her vulva, pleasure overflowing like a spring.
The fiery pleasure felt like her lower body was on fire, burning and exploding. Yue Ling gritted her teeth, shaking her neck, vaguely seeing a pair of large hands forcefully violating her breasts.
It was so itchy, increasingly itchy, increasingly sore; apart from the sounds of their bodies colliding, Yue Ling couldn't hear anything else. "
My body is about to collapse," the thought had barely crossed her mind when a surge of orgasm made her scream, so loud and wanton that even she was startled.
But in an instant, an even more powerful orgasm struck again. Yue Ling could feel her vulva clinging tightly to the man's penis, as if trying to squeeze out every last drop of essence, but the man never retreated, always attacking her delicate flower with the fiercest assault, sending waves of unparalleled pleasure through her.
It's happening again, Yue Ling was terrified of her feelings; every time she made love with a man, it always ended like this. The orgasms came faster and faster, the feeling of indulgence grew more and more familiar, the temperature of her vagina rose higher and higher, and her desires grew stronger. "I can't go back to who I was," Yue Ling had long understood. She admitted that sometimes she had thought of simply giving up, surrendering to desire, forgetting her former status as the leader's wife, forgetting Yu Qing, forgetting everything about the Taiping Gang.
But she was, after all, Qin Yue Ling, the former leader's wife of the most powerful gang in the martial arts world. Back then, she was willing to marry Yu Qing when he had just founded the gang because she valued his unique ideals: uniting various gangs, even at the cost of her own interests, to ensure harmony among them.
Over the years, Yu Qing hadn't lived the idyllic life others imagined. He hadn't spent a single day without exhausting himself, working tirelessly for the affairs of the martial arts world. Although not yet forty, he had already accumulated many gray hairs. The greater the Taiping Gang's influence, the more overworked Yu Qing became, never uttering a single complaint. All she could do was silently support her husband.
"I'm sorry, Qing-ge," Yue Ling thought, filled with guilt as she considered how infrequent their intimacy was. She had been too reserved back then; if she had served her husband better, perhaps he would be better off. Now, their monthly intimacy was almost the same as her husband's total number of times. A surge of heat rushed through her mind. "No, I must find a way," she thought. Even if the hope was extremely slim, she couldn't give up.
She struggled to overcome the exhaustion of her orgasm, arching her back to meet the man's movements. She knew men liked this kind of cooperation from women, and with all her might, Yue Ling tightened her vagina, making the already close contact even more pleasurable. Wang Da Guanren groaned in enjoyment. Yue Ling smiled seductively, "My lord, is my vagina tight?"
"I didn't expect you to have such skill, madam. Did the tutor teach you?"
Wang Da Guanren said, still enjoying himself.
"This is only for you, my lord. My husband and Yan Wuji have never tried it."
Yue Ling used all her charm to accommodate the man's thrusts.
"I didn't realize you were so wanton, madam. I never imagined that the wife of a powerful gang leader would be such a slut who sleeps with everyone."
Wang Da Guan Ren said.
"This lowly concubine is indeed slutty, but only in front of you, my lord. No one else has your magnificent penis, your glans."
Although the glans was difficult to speak, Yue Ling forced herself to say it.
"Good, tighter, I'm almost there, mmm..."
Finally, amidst Yue Ling's wanton writhing and lewd words, Wang Da Guan Ren reached his peak. Waves of semen surged within Yue Ling's vagina like a raging storm. The intense impact caused Yue Ling to scream, go limp, and gasp for breath.
Wang, the wealthy official, withdrew his penis, gazing at the parted vulva. White semen mixed with the woman's vaginal fluid gushed out, turning the entire area a bright red. The vaginal entrance was unable to close, twitching and spasming.
His gaze moved downwards, landing on another opening, a lewd smile spreading across his face. Suddenly, Yue Ling, somewhat weary but still alluring, spoke,
"My lord, how about trying my other opening? I guarantee you'll be satisfied."
"Oh…"
Wang was genuinely surprised. He vaguely sensed that the beauty before him seemed to have some peculiar purpose…

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