The Art of Controlling Women

A sharp pain shot through his head. Yu Heng groaned as he struggled to open his eyes, trying to figure out what was happening.
"Young Master, you're finally awake...you scared me to death...sob!"
A melodious, soft sob sounded in his ear. Hearing that familiar voice, Yu Heng finally regained some of his senses.
"Delis, is that you?"
A beautiful face, streaked with tears, came into view. Crystal-clear tears still clung to her eyelashes, seemingly about to fall.
Seeing Yu Heng awake, Delis smiled brightly, her beautiful face flushed with excitement and lingering fear.
Yu Heng rubbed his throbbing head, recalling what had just happened, and couldn't help but curse, "That ungrateful old scoundrel, how dare he hit me with a stone! I took him in out of kindness when he was down on his luck..."
The quick-witted Delis had already guessed what had happened from the traces at the scene. At this moment, she could only comfort her master. She softly comforted him, "Young Master, money is always just an external thing. As long as you're alright, there will always be a day when the family can be rebuilt! We should really thank the gods for protecting you, otherwise I really don't know what I would have done!"
Because of the heavy blow to his head, Yu Heng was unsteady on his feet and, with Delis's help, barely managed to return to his bedroom.
Delis wiped the dirt off Yu Heng's face with a towel and then said, "Young Master, please rest for a while. I'll go make you some soup... We don't have the money to hire a priest, so please be strong!"
"Oh, thank you, Delis!" Perhaps because of his physical weakness, or perhaps because of the butler's betrayal, Yu Heng began to pay attention to the little maid he had previously ignored.
Delis paused, a sweet smile spreading across her face. She whispered, "Serving you is my duty. Please don't be so polite... others will laugh at you!"
"Others..." Yu Heng lay on the bed, gazing up at the ceiling. The dilapidated ceiling was covered in black and yellow stains from leaking rainwater, which, in his eyes, transformed into ugly faces. He said with disgust, "Let them all die!"
Yu Heng had never imagined he would face such a predicament.
Yu Heng's ancestors were war gods of the Golden Flower Empire, from the mysterious and distant East. Through their illustrious military achievements, they were eventually enfeoffed as Dukes of the White Tiger by King Lionheart, effectively ruling over several provinces, enjoying unparalleled wealth and power.
Alas, their fortunes lasted less than three generations, their wealth less than a century! Over two hundred years have passed. Yu Heng no longer holds the sacred scepter representing the power of a Grand Duke. After repeated demotions during successive successions, he is now merely a lowly, impoverished nobleman, his fiefdom long gone. Since his father's death, he has been forced to sell off his possessions to survive… However, thinking of his great-grandfather, grandfather, and father, who all lived in similar circumstances, he felt no shame.
As the saying goes, even a starved camel is bigger than a horse. Although Yu Heng's ancestors were notoriously extravagant, they still possessed a considerable amount of wealth. By Yu Heng's generation, the family fortune was still enough for him to live a comfortable life.
After all, the town of Mok, where he now resided, was merely an insignificant place in the southern part of the empire, with a very low standard of living.
His ancestors chose this small town because there were no other nobles there. As impoverished nobles, unless they attended noble balls and banquets, their standard of living compared to ordinary people was only the difference between having meat twice a day and having meat once every two days!
Moreover, Yu Heng's unique lordly status was quite useful in town; he could flirt with commoner girls without any restraint. He had food, entertainment, and shelter—a life that, while dull, was barely acceptable to Yu Heng.
Yu Heng was still somewhat self-aware; with his first-class knightly skills, he was content to live comfortably for the rest of his life, relying on his ancestors' legacy.
However, everything changed after the town's notorious swindler, Anthony, bought a lordly title!
In the past, in the town of Mok, the lowly Anthony possessed the most wealth, while the impoverished Yu Heng held the highest status.
In the Golden Flower Empire, nobles enjoyed various privileges, and the difference in status between nobles and commoners was immense. Before this, even with his considerable wealth, Anthony could only obediently bow and pay respects to Yu Heng, a fallen nobleman, lest he face severe legal punishment.
His father, the mayor of Moke Town, dared not offend Yu Heng, as his annual performance reports required Yu Heng's evaluation and signature before being approved by higher-ups.
In recent years, Yu Heng's income, besides selling his ancestors' heirlooms, came from exploiting the father and son.
But since Anthony acquired his title, the father and son no longer respected Yu Heng, and his income dwindled significantly.
"Fine, if you can buy a noble title, I can make money in business," Yu Heng thought, and he did.
As it turned out, being a nobleman required no talent, but doing business definitely did. In less than four months, Yu Heng not only lost all his investment but also incurred debts three times that amount!
"It was definitely that bastard Anthony's despicable trap set against me!" Lying in bed, Yu Heng uttered this phrase for the hundred and first time. Yes, it was indeed true, but by the time he realized it, it was too late!
Yes, the cunning Anthony, once he learned that his long-time nemesis had opened a shop and was engaged in trade, how could he miss this opportunity to strike at his opponent in his area of expertise?
If Anthony was a crocodile in the business world, Yu Heng was just a small fry. Anthony became Yu Heng's creditor with almost no effort.
Upon learning that Yu Heng was about to go bankrupt, the steward who had kindly taken him in betrayed him, not only stealing all the silverware in the kitchen but also hitting his master on the head with a stone when he discovered the theft.
Fortunately, it wasn't a kitchen knife... Yu Heng felt a little relieved; perhaps he wouldn't dare to bear the crime of killing a nobleman? But being hit on the head with that pickling stone was still quite unpleasant.
Thinking of this, Yu Heng picked up the stone that had smashed his head. A few drops of blood remained on its dark surface. Under Yu Heng's gaze, the bright red blood was quickly absorbed by the stone, and a strange fluctuation spread out.
The four ancient and elegant characters "The True Scripture of Controlling Women" appeared in his mind, and countless images and information rushed into his brain.
This is a mysterious, supreme secret manual passed down from the East, said to have been created by the Yellow Emperor, the ancestor of the Chinese people. After cultivating it, one can absorb the primordial yin energy of young girls, increasing one's cultivation level. It also records various secret techniques for self-cultivation… "Ah!" Yu Heng was both surprised and delighted. He hadn't expected his ancestors to leave behind such a treasure. If he hadn't been hit on the head by this stone, this secret would probably never have been known.
He wondered why his ancestors hadn't passed this secret down, causing the Yu family to decline generation after generation, becoming the impoverished noble family it is today.
Since Heaven has allowed me to discover this secret, let me restore my ancestors' illustrious reputation and unleash a bloodbath on this continent!
Boundless ambition surged in his heart, and the pride inherited from his ancestors rose from his very bones. Yu Heng couldn't wait to begin cultivating.
… "Young Master, please have some hot soup noodles first!" Delis, dressed in a black maid's outfit with white trim, came over with a wooden tray.
"Is that all?" Looking at the thin soup in the wooden bowl, Yu Heng sighed in disappointment.
"I'm sorry, young master, this is all we have!" Delis lowered her head in shame, feeling helpless as a loyal maid unable to satisfy her master's appetite.
"Never mind!" Yu Heng knew the family's predicament and shook his head helplessly, eating half-heartedly.
As the saying goes, "When you're well-fed and warm, you think of lust." After filling his stomach, looking at Delis's angelic face, full breasts, and slender waist, a surge of heat rose from Yu Heng's lower abdomen, and the newly learned techniques for controlling women flashed through his mind.
"Ah... Delis, go heat up my bathwater, I want to take a bath!"
Yu Heng suppressed his lustful expression and loudly ordered.
Speaking of which, Delis was probably one of the rare noble maids in the empire who had retained her virginity after the age of thirteen.
You see, ever since Delis discovered him peeping at her while she bathed and refused his advances, she had consciously kept her distance from him.
Yu Heng's strength was only level one before, while Delis was at least level three. Every time Yu Heng tried to take advantage of Delis, she would teach him a lesson, and over time, Yu Heng could only satisfy his lust with his eyes.
Delis's parents were servants of the Yu family, and she grew up in the Yu family, receiving only the ideology of loyalty to the Yu family. The innocent girl had no other thoughts. She initially refused her master's request, not only out of modesty but also out of concern for Yu Heng's health; she didn't want him to succumb to temptation before reaching adulthood.
In fact, in a few months, she would be a sixteen-year-old woman, and if Yu Heng then asked to serve her in bed, she would surely agree shyly.
... Yu Heng arrived at the bathroom, where a large wooden tub filled with hot water already stood. This was an ancient relic left by his ancestors, said to be a spoil of war he acquired while conquering another country in the east, called "Feng Lü."
His ancestor had said that the happiest time of his life was spent as an occupying force in that country. Although it was poor and cold, it had many hot springs, and the women were gentle and generous. At night, the beautiful barbarian women, regardless of marital status, would bathe openly with other men without any hesitation.
Later, when he returned home, he even brought an indoor "Feng Lü" and a dozen barbarian women to serve him. Later
still, the emperor grew old and began to distrust his meritorious officials. Thus: when the birds are all gone, the good bow is put away; when the hunted rabbit is dead, the hunting dog is cooked. The meritorious
officials of the past were either executed, imprisoned, or beheaded.
The ancestor, left with no other choice, faked his death to escape, secretly boarding a large ship and drifting at sea for several years until he finally found the empire, a haven of peace and prosperity, and carved out his own territory.
Recalling the scene of barbarian women vying to serve him during his bath, Yu Heng couldn't help but feel longing and envy, sighing inwardly.
"Young Master, please take off your clothes!"
A pair of delicate, snow-white hands reached to his chest, skillfully unbuttoning his clothes.
Yu Heng stepped into the wooden tub; the warm water reached his chest, a comfortable feeling spreading throughout his body.
"Delis, let's bathe together!" Yu Heng's right hand secretly touched the girl's slender waist.
“Young Master, Delis is just a maid, how can she bathe with you?” The girl smiled, her soft little hand skillfully grasping Yu Heng’s wrist. “Let me help you scrub your back!”
“Oh! What’s wrong with touching her? Delis is so stingy.” Yu Heng feigned displeasure, but secretly used a secret technique recorded in the “True Scripture of Conquering Women”: the Aphrodisiac Finger. He subtly touched Delis’s body.
Delis felt a warm current flash across her waist, and a ripple stirred in her heart.
“Ah! What’s wrong with me?” Delis felt as if her whole body had become sensitive; the friction of her silk underwear against her skin brought a tingling electric current.
Yu Heng stared intently at Delis, wanting to know if the “Aphrodisiac Finger” had any effect. He saw a blush gradually spread across Delis’s fair and delicate face, and a hint of allure shone in her bright eyes.
Seeing Yu Heng's lustful gaze, Delis felt both shy and delighted. She quickly grabbed the wooden ladle and poured water onto his back, vigorously scrubbing it.
"Mmm...so comfortable!...Ah, be gentle, are you trying to rub my skin off?" Yu Heng leaned lazily against the edge of the tub, squinting as he enjoyed this rare service.
The rising steam obscured Yu Heng's head, making it impossible to see his expression.
Delis's face grew increasingly red, and fine beads of sweat appeared on her forehead. Her small mouth opened slightly, and suppressed moans began to escape.
"Delis, are you hot? Take off your outer clothes!" Yu Heng felt the time was right and said seductively.
"Hmm...okay!"
Delis also felt unbearable; the pleasure aroused by the friction of her clothes made her limbs weak, and a strange emptiness gradually rose within her.
After a while, Delis came in, dressed. Her face was flushed, her skin rosy, and she was only wrapped in a short bath towel, which barely covered her delicate, alluring breasts, leaving her two snow-white, rounded thighs exposed to the air… Yu Heng would bet anyone that her fair, delicate skin was softer and smoother than the finest balm or silk.
“God, you’re tempting me to sin!” Yu Heng felt an endless fire of desire surging within him, his penis suddenly erect, hard as iron, turning a dark purple.
Yu Heng swallowed hard, greedily scanning the girl’s beautiful body, and beckoned: “Delis, come here…”
His voice was incredibly hoarse, as if he hadn’t drunk water for three days in the desert.
Delis sensed that something was amiss, as if something was about to happen.
The young master’s fiery gaze fell upon her, and a subtle vortex of pleasure rippled through her skin. Delis's heart pounded, and suppressing her shyness, she approached the wooden tub.
Yu Heng suddenly stood up, grabbed Delis's shoulders, and murmured involuntarily, "Delis, you're so beautiful, like a goddess..."
"Ah!" Delis stared in disbelief at his erect penis, the engorged, dark purple glans, the bulging, exposed veins, like a menacing weapon revealing its formidable nature.
"How terrifying..." Delis quickly covered her eyes and turned to flee.
Yu Heng, already ready to pounce, wouldn't let her escape. He jumped out of the tub, caught up with the stumbling girl, scooped her up in his arms, and threw her onto his bed. Then, he pounced on her, pinning her hands down... "Delis, I love you. You are so charming, like the most adorable angel, illuminating my life and giving me boundless courage..." His smooth tongue, honed from his past flirting with common girls, flowed out incessantly with sweet and cheesy words, assaulting the girl's heart.
Today, Delis's resistance was particularly weak; she only struggled symbolically a few times before closing her eyes. Yu Heng forcibly suppressed his urgent impulse, tightly embracing the girl's soft waist, caressing her smooth and delicate back, and gently kissing her forehead, eyes, and cheeks. When the girl relaxed, he sucked on her fragrant and alluring pink lips, his tongue forcefully prying open her tightly closed teeth, entwining with the girl's smooth, delicate tongue.
The long, passionate kiss ignited the girl's passion, and her hands, which had been gripping the towel tightly, gradually lost their strength.
Yu Heng's lips moved downwards, leaving several light red kiss marks on the girl's crystal-white neck. Delis moaned softly. Yu Heng trembled as he untied the towel, completely exposing a pair of soft, white breasts, like doves.
Yu Heng tightly grasped the right tender and firm breast, kneading it continuously, while the other nipple was greedily swallowed into his mouth.
The pink cherry, teased and slowly licked by him, grew harder and more swollen. Every time Yu Heng's tongue swept over it, Delis would let out a joyful moan like a kitten's whimper.
She subconsciously squeezed her thighs together, letting Yu Heng's other hand freely knead her round buttocks and caress her smooth, soft thighs. Her abundant spring water flowed uncontrollably, making her honey hole between her legs wet.
"Ah, how embarrassing..." Delis twisted her waist restlessly, "But it feels so good..."
"Delis, you are the most beautiful girl in the world..." Yu Heng's sweet words were like the most potent aphrodisiac, and the girl's delicate and charming face immediately became more flushed with desire. She groaned, tightening her legs, but then loosening them, because the slight pleasure from such movements was not enough to satisfy her... "Young Master... I love you too..." Delis's shy and moving voice made even the most beautiful music in the world pale in comparison. Her soft waist twisted beneath Yu Heng, her flat and warm belly pressed tightly against Yu Heng's dragon root. These few rubbings almost made Yu Heng ejaculate.
"Baby, spread your legs a little wider... a little wider, I can't see yet..." Yu Heng coaxed gently, and under his guidance, the girl gently parted her jade legs, revealing her most private valley to her master.
Delis was a healthy girl approaching sixteen. Though slender, she was fully developed, her exquisitely beautiful body exuding the fragrance of virginity. Between her legs, a delicate rose, shyly glistening with dewdrops, its pink petals slightly parted, revealing the tender flower path, awaiting its master's touch.
"So beautiful!" Yu Heng exclaimed, his fingers unconsciously caressing this untouched virgin flower.
Hearing her master's praise, Delis felt both shy and delighted, yet a strange, pleasurable sensation suddenly surged through her lower body, causing her to let out a high-pitched cry of pleasure.
As soon as Yu Heng's middle finger entered her flower path, it was tightly gripped by the warm, tender flesh. Each contraction and extension elicited a soft moan from Delis.
Under Yu Heng's exploration, the tender flower path became even wetter, clear, transparent fluid seeping out like nectar, its fragrance refreshing and invigorating.
"Ugh, this feels so strange... Don't... Ah..." Delis bit down hard on the corner of the pillow, but joyful moans still flowed from between her teeth like water.
Yu Heng's middle finger continued to explore forward until it touched a soft membrane before stopping. In just a moment, Delis was already limp on the bed, close to orgasm.
Yu Heng withdrew his middle finger, which was covered with glistening nectar.
"Delis, you're enjoying yourself, but you don't care about your master anymore?" Yu Heng stroked the girl's smooth, egg-white-like face and held his middle finger in front of Delis's eyes. "Look, you just secreted so much nectar!"
Delis pouted, a little dissatisfied with Yu Heng bullying her. She grabbed Yu Heng's hard, iron-like penis with her small hand and said fiercely, "Then I'll make you ejaculate too."
Being held by Delis's cool, soft, and smooth little hand, his hot penis felt incredibly comfortable.
Yu Heng revealed a comfortable expression and laughed, "Come on, let me see your skills!"
Delis, who had initially hesitated and feared, finally mustered her courage after his provocation. She grasped the menacing weapon with her small hands, awkwardly stroking it up and down for a while, then opened her cherry-like mouth and swallowed the mushroom-shaped tip, as thick as a duck's egg.
His hot, erect penis, having just adjusted to the coolness of her hands, entered a warm and moist place. The stimulation from the temperature difference hadn't subsided when a nimble little tongue began to sweep back and forth in the sensitive coronal sulcus.
Whether it was innate instinct or a girl's accidental discovery, these few awkward teasing movements made Yu Heng's penis throb, a faint urge to release rising within him.
"A man! You must be a real man!" By distracting himself, Yu Heng finally suppressed the urge, deciding he couldn't let her continue attacking his sensitive areas. He pressed Delis's head down, forcing her to swallow more of his erection.
Delis was already captivated by the strange texture and intense masculine flavor of the dragon root in her mouth, and she obediently relinquished the initiative.
After a few awkward swallowing and spitting, Yu Heng finally adapted to the gentleness of her mouth, tied her hair into a ponytail, held it tightly, and controlled the dragon root to rhythmically move in and out of her small mouth.
The beautiful girl knelt at his feet, serving the young man's hardness with her mouth and tongue. Yu Heng enjoyed watching the focused expression on her face; such an expression was so alluring, such a scene was so wonderful.
Yu Heng increased the force of his hand; the feeling of the sensitive tip hitting the girl's soft palate was so pleasurable, making him tireless. Finally, a powerful thrust caused an accident; he found that his glans had slipped into a bottomless pit, surrounded by soft flesh walls that gently but powerfully squeezed, and more pleasure continuously flowed from the dragon root.
"This must be the legendary deep throat!" Yu Heng recalled the records in the "True Manual of Taming Women," and exclaimed in amazement.
"This feels so good!" Yu Heng adjusted the angle and thrust in forcefully again and again, penetrating deep into her throat, enjoying the pleasure of the pressure against the throat walls.
Delis was a little unaccustomed to this new technique. She was surprised to find that such a thick and hard weapon could actually penetrate so deeply into her throat. Although the initial penetration of the dragon root into the esophagus caused a suffocating sensation, making her uncomfortable, it didn't take long before a wonderful pleasure began to develop in her throat, making Delis addicted to this movement.
This was the wonderful use of the "Teasing Finger," capable of transforming various extreme sensations into pleasure, leading Delis towards an unfathomable abyss of desire.
Not long after, overly excited, Yu Heng released his first ejaculation into the girl's mouth.
The hot essence rushed into the girl's throat and into her stomach. For some reason, a strange sense of comfort rose within her. Delis didn't have time to savor it; instinctively, she swallowed, wanting to swallow the essence released by her master.
However, she had seriously underestimated the young man's vigorous passion. In a moment of carelessness, thick, white semen sprayed all over her face.
"How could there be so much..." Delis muttered in frustration, hurriedly cleaning her master's penis with her small mouth.
This must be "facial ejaculation"? It's really stimulating! Watching Delis, whose face was covered with his essence, busy cleaning her penis with her small mouth after ejaculation, Yu Heng felt his lust rise even higher!
Perhaps it was because he had cultivated the "True Scripture of Controlling Women," but after he climaxed, his penis remained as hard as iron, showing no signs of softening.
At this moment, Delis was bending over to clean her penis, her little buttocks just sticking up, allowing Yu Heng to see the appearance of her two delicate petals. Between her snow-white buttocks was a dense and tight daisy, and between her legs was a blooming rose with dew, which was extremely tempting!
Yu Heng's lust was aroused, and he grabbed Delis's slender waist and pressed down on her snow-white and round buttocks.
"You look beautiful in that position!" Yu Heng caressed Delis's snow-white, full buttocks with obvious affection.
Seemingly sensing her master's burning desire, Delis weakly resisted, "Ah, no... I don't want to be like a little puppy, it's too embarrassing!"
But this feeble resistance only fueled the young man's lust. He slapped her tender buttocks forcefully, laughing loudly, "A maid who resists her master is unqualified, Delis, you won't disappoint me, will you?"
His slaps were like a joyful dance, controlling the girl's pleasure. The girl's love, combined with the effect of the aphrodisiac finger, was like an unstoppable hurricane, violently destroying her reserve and immersing her in this wonderful, pleasurable sensation.
"Young Master... ah... don't hit me anymore..." Delis lay on the bed, legs spread, her snow-white, round buttocks raised, shyly burying her head in the pillow, her voice barely audible.
"Young Master...please...enjoy yourself..."
Yu Heng was overjoyed. He adjusted the angle and position of her private parts, aimed at Taoyuan, and thrust his hot and hard dragon root deep into the wet and tight flower path.
The hard dragon root forcefully broke through the virgin's hymen, penetrating deeply into the girl's body until the glans touched the cervix deep within her flower path... "Ugh...it hurts so much..." Although Delis's strength had reached level three or higher, she still cried out in pain. Her waist twisted restlessly, as if this could alleviate the burning pain emanating from deep within her flower path.
The dragon root was fully inserted into the girl's tender flower path. The intense pain caused the flower path's tender flesh to contract and writhe strongly, squeezing and massaging the dragon root from all directions. The pleasure emanating from the dragon root was truly heavenly.
The girl's twisting further intensified this stimulation, her swaying hips rubbing against the dragon root, bringing the invader an indescribable feeling of comfort.
"Ah!" Yu Heng reached out and grabbed the girl's breasts, gripping them tightly, controlling the girl's body, and began to thrust joyfully. The hard dragon root rapidly thrust in and out of the girl's newly opened flower path, bright red blood mixed with glistening nectar flowing out and dripping onto the snow-white sheets.
A delicate red plum blossom slowly bloomed… Delis initially writhed in unbearable pain, but soon her flower path gradually adapted to the thickness of the dragon root. A series of exquisite pleasures arose from their union, and the girl's moans of pain gradually transformed into sweet groans.
“So comfortable! Young master, you are so strong! Oh… I'm flying…” Delis's joyful cries fueled Yu Heng's vigor. He gripped Delis's breasts tightly, moving her soft, beautiful buttocks, and forcefully thrust his dragon root into the depths of her flower path. Each impact brought Delis a high-pitched cry of pleasure, as if her soul had flown to heaven.
Once, twice… after countless thrusts, Yu Heng finally, after a fierce pounding, pressed firmly against the girl's flower path. His hard glans broke through the barrier and plunged into the deep, dark flower. His
dragon root throbbed excitedly, releasing its passion wildly. Hot semen, like a high-pressure water gun, shot into the girl's womb.
At the same time, Delis seemed to sense the impending rain, her whole body trembling violently. Her tight flower path gripped the dragon root tightly, constantly writhing and sucking, as if trying to drain the young man's essence.
Just as the two reached the incomparably wonderful and indescribably pleasurable peak of pleasure, Yu Heng's "True Scripture of Controlling Women" automatically activated, absorbing all of Delis's primordial yin energy that had been hidden for 15 years. A flash of seven-colored light appeared, and a gray, empty space suddenly appeared in Yu Heng's mind, with a spring in the middle and a strangely shaped rock standing beside it, inscribed with: Fountain of Immortality.
After the lovemaking came pleasurable, lingering caresses, and after one lingering moment, there was more and more lovemaking... Unconsciously, the sky gradually darkened, and night gradually fell.
The girl, whose virginity had just been broken, lay in the young man's arms and fell into a deep sleep.
But the young man was wide awake, unable to sleep at all. Just now, not only had he verified the miraculous effects of the "Manipulating Women's Heart Sutra," but with the help of Delis's treasured primordial yin, he had broken through the bottleneck of level two and three in one fell swoop, bringing the young man to the level of a level three knight.
"Now, I guess I can be considered a master," Yu Heng thought smugly. Of course, "master" should be followed by the suffix "Moker Town."
Thinking of this, Yu Heng could no longer sleep. He secretly climbed out of bed, got dressed, and prepared to go for a stroll in town.
The moist sea breeze blew over his body, bringing the scent of the deep sea. In the distance, the lights were bright and the sounds of people were bustling. Unconsciously, he had walked to his usual "Bull" tavern. Thinking that he hadn't been to a tavern for many days, Yu Heng unconsciously went inside.
The wooden bar was filled with large wine glasses. Although the town's tavern was limited in size, it was the only entertainment venue in town and was always very lively. As for that trashy brothel, apart from desperate sailors, probably no normal man would patronize it.
Yu Heng smiled and greeted several respected men in town, stopping them from standing up to bow to him as usual. He went to the bar and said to the old man, Mr. Weiss, the tavern owner, "Mr. Weiss, business is good today. Where's Miss Lucy?"
Lucy was the tavern owner's daughter…and also a bartender. She was a recognized beauty in town, her face as delicate as a rose, her figure curvaceous and alluring. Most of the men who came to drink there hoped for a chance to get close to her.
Old Mr. Weiss was adept at using his daughter's beauty. According to his rules, customers who spent a certain amount at the tavern had the chance to dance with her.
In the past, when Yu Heng wasn't too broke, he loved to flirt with this beauty at the tavern. Even though he could only succeed occasionally, the opportunity to touch her soft breasts and incredibly firm buttocks was enough to satisfy him. After all, with his wealth, it would be difficult to support such a mistress.
Old Man Weiss's expression was a little strange. He hesitated for a moment before saying, "Sir Yu, Lucy isn't feeling well today. I'm afraid she can't come out to drink and chat with you."
"Oh? She's sick? Have you called a doctor? If you need to go to town to get a doctor, I can help."
Yu Heng saw the unnatural expression on his face and knew that there must be some awkwardness that he couldn't tell outsiders. He secretly guessed: Today is clearly not Lucy's period. Could it be that she's hooked up with some man?
Old Man Weiss waved his hand somewhat hastily and said, "No need to trouble you. She'll be fine after a few days of rest!" Seeing that old man Weiss was unwilling to talk, Yu Heng had no choice but to give up. He dejectedly ordered a strong drink and sipped it slowly.
Next to the bar was a staircase leading upstairs to Lucy's bedroom. Just as Yu Heng was about to finish his drink, pay, and leave, two people came down the stairs.
One was a beautiful young woman with blonde hair, blue eyes, and snow-white skin, wearing a pink dress.
Her radiant golden hair was unbound, casually draped over her shoulders. Beneath her crescent-shaped eyebrows were a pair of captivating eyes, a face as smooth as jade, a delicate nose, rosy lips, and full, firm breasts. Any man who saw her would feel a desire to possess her!
The other person was a bald, fat man with a bulbous nose, repulsive and unremarkable. It was clear at a glance that he was an extremely cunning villain.
"Lucy? How come you're with Anthony?" Yu Heng dropped his wine glass in shock. He couldn't believe his eyes. How could Lucy allow that guy into her boudoir? He had never had that honor!
Yes, this beautiful young woman was Lucy, the woman who had appeared most frequently in Yu Heng's fantasies, and beside her was that scoundrel Anthony, who deserved to go to hell a thousand times.
A trace of pain and humiliation appeared on Lucy's beautiful face. She turned her head away, looking elsewhere, and whispered, "Mr. Anthony is my benefactor..." "Benefactor" was a very ambiguous term. In fact, it was a term used only by maids who had offered their bodies to their masters. If a woman called a man that, it meant that her body and everything she had had been offered to that man.
"How could this be?" Yu Heng stared in astonishment as the old man, Weiss, also bowed to Anthony, performing the salute of a servant.
Anthony grinned smugly, his fat jiggling so much that Yu Heng suspected it might fall to the ground at any moment. His voice was high-pitched and thin, almost comparable to the soaring notes of a castrato singer in an aria: "Sir Yu, you seem quite surprised? You don't know, they owe me a huge sum of money. Even mortgaging all their possessions wouldn't be enough to offset this debt. And according to imperial law, I, as a nobleman, have the right to demand that commoners who cannot repay their debts be enslaved to compensate for my losses. The fact that I didn't sell them to goblins but let them continue to run this tavern for me is already extremely merciful! They are incredibly grateful to me..." "What a waste!" As a member of the imperial nobility, Yu Heng was naturally well aware of these privileges of the nobility. The thought that the beautiful Lucy had been taken as his concubine filled him with jealousy and hatred, causing veins to bulge on his forehead. He sneered, "Yes, congratulations on gaining another property. At the rate you're acquiring properties now, it won't be long before this entire town bears Lord Anthony's crest!" These words touched a nerve with Anthony, whose face immediately darkened. According to imperial tradition, only nobles were entitled to bear their family crest on their properties, carriages, and artifacts, as the crest represented various noble privileges.
The older and nobler the family, the more illustrious the symbols on their crest. For example, Yu Heng's ancestors were war gods who once ruled their own territories; their family crest featured swords, spears, and shields representing military power, as well as royal symbols such as the crape myrtle and double-headed eagle, representing royal favor and special privileges.
A carriage bearing such an insignia would be quite a sight on the road. Even nobles of higher rank than Yu Heng would generally give way to him if their family insignia was of lower rank. They would
also enjoy more preferential treatment in areas such as taxes and corvée labor.
Anthony, on the other hand, bought his title of nobility with a large sum of money, and his family insignia only featured a pitiful crawling insect that looked exactly like a dung beetle. Such an insignia was practically useless except for bringing shame upon its owner. However, this was probably something the high-ranking nobles specifically instructed the insignia masters to do; they inherently looked down on merchants who bought their noble status.
Anthony forcibly suppressed his anger, his narrow eyes shooting hatred at Yu Heng. A stiff smile appeared on his fat face as he lowered his voice and said, "Thank you for the reminder, but I've already decided where I should put the badge!" "Lucy, let Sir Yu see the gift I just gave you!" Hearing Anthony's command, Lucy's face suddenly drained of color, then instantly flushed red. She wanted to beg, but seeing Anthony's fierce gaze, she lowered her head in fear, bending over with immense shame, slowly lifting her floor-length dress.
To Yu Heng's astonishment, Lucy's lower body was completely naked. Her long, snow-white legs almost dazzled his eyes. Between those legs, the girl's delicate vulva seemed to have just been plucked; the slightly swollen petals parted outwards, revealing a moist inner canal, with a few drops of semen mixed with dew slowly flowing out!
What shocked Yu Heng the most was that the girl's vulva had an ugly, dung beetle-like badge mark... Yes, Anthony had branded his badge mark on Lucy's most delicate, beautiful, and most private place, a place that was difficult for outsiders to see. Did he want to declare ownership to all the men who tried to touch his possession?
"This is outrageous..." Yu Heng looked at the ugly graffiti on the beautiful scenery and loudly denounced Anthony, but in his heart he thought: "This mark is so damn ugly, it ruins the beautiful scenery. If it were me, I would brand it with a beautiful pattern."
Anthony, having witnessed the shock on Yu Heng's face, grew even more smug, grinning maliciously, "Don't forget, you also owe me a lot of money. If you can't pay it back, I'll not only mark your cute little maid with the same mark, but I'll also mark your buttocks with it!" A glint of madness flashed in Anthony's eyes, his voice becoming even more cruel and shrill: "I'll castrate you and then throw you onto a long-distance voyage to serve. I'm sure those lonely sailors will love you..." Yu Heng's face turned deathly pale with rage. He barely managed to control himself, refraining from punching Anthony's stinking face. He knew there were definitely Anthony's bodyguards in the tavern, and a rash attack might not only gain him no advantage but also give them ammunition.
"Anthony, you'll regret what you said today!" Yu Heng said, each word distinct. "I swear in the name of my ancestors, I will make you regret ever having your mother give birth to you!" Anthony watched in astonishment as Yu Heng strode away from the tavern. He hadn't expected this once flamboyant, impulsive, and easily angered young man to be so cunning today, able to endure such insults without retaliating. He had originally thought he could use this opportunity, at the cost of his own injury, to send Yu Heng to the town's jail, denying him the time and opportunity to raise the debt, imprisoning Yu Heng until the deadline for repayment, thus defeating this noble young master who had once oppressed him.
However, no matter how hard he tried, it would be difficult to raise that much money, wouldn't it? He already knew the Yu family's financial situation; the Yu family steward who absconded with the money had betrayed them under his influence.
Filled with rage, Yu Heng went straight home. Looking at Delilah's sweet smile as she slept, a realization dawned on him: in this world, to protect what you love, you must possess overwhelming power.
Although his current strength is weak, the "True Scripture of Taming Women" brings him unlimited possibilities. As long as he continues to cultivate, he will surely become a powerful figure on the continent. His
most urgent task now is to repay his debts; his current strength is insufficient to defy the laws of the empire.
"Fountain of Youth, can you really restore youth?"
Thinking of the spring water that inexplicably appeared in his mind when he was harvesting Delis's yin essence, Yu Heng couldn't help but feel a
glimmer of hope. Yu Heng took out a small bottle of "Fountain of Youth" water and gave it to his old, frail horse, which could barely walk. A day later, the old horse had actually regained its youth and was full of energy again.
"Young Master, you are truly a genius!" Delis's large eyes were filled with starlight of admiration: "I knew Young Master would be an extraordinary person. Such an invention will definitely cause a sensation throughout the empire!" "Keep your voice down, this matter must be kept secret!" Yu Heng pretended to be indifferent, but the upturned corners of his mouth betrayed the young man's feelings.
"If word gets out, many people will try to seize it, and I'll be in big trouble." "Yes, young master, don't worry, I'll keep it a secret and won't tell anyone." Delis quickly covered her mouth, nodding frantically, looking incredibly cute.
"Hehe," Yu Heng couldn't help but flick Delis's nose with his finger and laughed, "I'm going to the city to sell the Fountain of Youth to those noble ladies. I'm sure they'll pay a high price for it."
"Then... I want to go too." Delis rolled her eyes, determined to stick close to the young master so he wouldn't go astray in the city.
"Alright... I can't bear to leave you anyway. I can't sleep at night if I can't hold your fragrant body." "Young master, you're so lustful..." Delis whispered shyly, not daring to look up.
...Moker Town was a remote town. The stone-paved road leading to the town was desolate and rarely visited. Although the old horse beneath Yu Heng had regained its youthful vitality, it still habitually strolled lazily. The lovely little maid, Delis, sat in front of him, listening intently to her master's sweet words, half-heartedly resisting the advances of the large hand from behind.
"My darling Delis, look at this vast world, it seems like only the two of us exist. Isn't it romantic to be leaning on each other like this?" Yu Heng's hands wrapped around the girl's slender waist, grasping her breasts and kneading and caressing them. The smooth, delicate breasts changed shape in his palms, sending waves of wonderful pleasure through him.
The girl's cheeks flushed, her starry eyes glazed, and she breathed softly: "Ah...Delis also hopes to walk with you like this forever, young master..." Hearing this intoxicating voice, Yu Heng felt a surge of heat in his heart, and his dragon root suddenly rose, thrusting into the girl's concave buttocks.
"Ah!" The dragon root behind her brought Delis back to her senses. Her master's heat reminded the girl of that unparalleled pleasure and ecstasy, and an indescribable tingling sensation gradually spread through her.
But the girl's unique modesty made her object against her will: "No, if someone sees us, I'll be so ashamed..." Yu Heng chuckled, his large hand tracing up Delis's ivory-white, delicate thigh, rolling her petticoat up to her waist.
Delis hadn't expected her master to act so lewdly, and she grabbed his hand in alarm, pleading: "Young master, we're on the road now, please don't be so lewd... Ah, your hand... no..." "No, look, there's only an endless wilderness around us, even a stray dog can't escape our eyes..." Yu Heng had also tasted the sweetness and wanted to improve his strength as soon as possible, so he wouldn't tolerate the little maid's objections.
Moreover, the little maid's objections weren't very firm.
"Ugh, I'm so embarrassed!" The space on the saddle was cramped, and Delis had nowhere to hide. Helplessly, she could only lie down, raising her round buttocks so that Yu Heng could pull down her thin silk panties.
"Wow, there's so much water here. You clearly want it too..." Yu Heng stroked her wet petals and deliberately said, "You're so wet, you must really want it. Why are you refusing me? You're such a dishonest little slut!" "Ugh... No!... You're so annoying. It's all because of your touching... You bad young master... You've turned me into a slut... Ah..." Under the thrusting of Yu Heng's fingers, Delis finally couldn't bear it anymore, and her buttocks began to sway gently: "Young master, I want it... Please give it to me quickly... I know I was wrong..." Yu Heng proudly pulled down his pants, and his long, thick penis, like a long-sealed weapon, aimed at the girl's wet flower path and thrust straight in.
"...Oh...it's so good...it's in...so big...so hard...it's hitting my G-spot...ah...so tingly, so comfortable!" With the horse's forward strides, Delis's body rose and fell rhythmically, responding to the thrusts from behind. Sweet and joyful pleasure surged like waves, one after another, endless joy enveloping her in bliss. She abandoned her girlish reserve and began to moan and shout loudly.
"Young Master...you're so amazing...so strong!" Under the blazing midday sun, an old horse leisurely trotted across a deserted field. A beautiful young maid was bending over, her buttocks raised...accepting her master's advances from behind. Her small hands gripped the reins tightly, her face filled with a blissful, intoxicating expression. Her skirt was tied at the waist, revealing her snow-white, rounded buttocks. Her delicate virginity had fully blossomed, and a thick, dark purple penis was thrusting in and out of her...the snow-white, soft skin, the pink, tender petals, and the thick, dark purple penis created an indescribably lewd scene. If anyone else saw this, they would surely envy the young man's boundless good fortune. How
much time had passed...
"I'm so hungry..." Lost in pleasure, the two finally remembered their forgotten lunch.
At this moment, they were still pressed together in an extremely intimate position. Yu Heng's penis, which had already erupted three times, was still as hard as iron, erect as a spear, deeply inserted into the girl's body.
These previous cultivation attempts weren't as effective as the first, insufficient for Yu Heng to break through the bottleneck of level three. It seems the first time with a virgin is still the most effective.
Delis, her beautiful eyes gleaming with pleasure, her face languid after the initial joy, her flower already filled with her master's white essence
. She twisted her body shyly, saying, "Young Master, please let me go! Aren't you hungry?" Yu Heng held her soft, warm waist tightly with one hand, while his other hand played with her soft, beautiful breasts.
The girl's movements ground against the tip of his dragon root, and he groaned with pleasure before laughing, "I fed you so much essence, and you're still hungry? That's strange!" "Ugh, Young Master, you're so mean! You always bully me… Let me go!" Delis cried out.
"Alright...!" Yu Heng also felt a bit hungry, and said with a hint of smugness, "When we were practicing martial arts before, you always beat me with your skills. Now you know how powerful I am, haha!" "Yes, Young Master is so amazing, I admire you!" Delis feigned admiration, turning back to gaze at the young man, hoping he would let her go and allow her to rest.
That kind of exercise was very enjoyable, but so tiring. She wondered why the young master had such good stamina.
"Hmm, let's clean it up!" The young man grinned wickedly as he pulled out his dragon root, which was covered with the girl's nectar and white semen.
Delis gave her master a charming sidelong glance, bent down, opened her mouth slightly, and took the still hard dragon root into her mouth, obediently cleaning it. Her nimble tongue licked and rubbed it, swallowing the glistening nectar and white essence.
Yu Heng stroked Delis's head with satisfaction, enjoying the girl's meticulous service.

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