The Legend of Condor Heroes: Huang Rong Chapter 1-2

In the previous events
, Guo Jing, Huang Yaoshi, and others died in the Battle of Xiangyang.
Zhou Botong went missing, and Da Wu, Xiao Wu, Guo Polu, Guo Fu, Wanyan Ping, and Yelü Yan fled with Huang Rong.
Guo Xiang, having already left to search for Yang Guo after he and Xiaolongnu went into seclusion, is currently out of contact.
Before the city fell, the Mongol army sent envoys to persuade them to surrender. At that time, the city had been without food for nearly two months, and cannibalism had already occurred. The defending general, Lü Wende, was destined to die, but the
unexpected glimmer of hope made him tempted. Seeing that the city was cut off from food and reinforcements and could not be defended, Huang Rong deduced that Lü Wende was likely harboring rebellious intentions upon hearing the news. She earnestly urged Guo Jing and the others to abandon the city, but Guo Jing refused to abandon the remaining hundreds of Beggar Clan members and over a thousand heroes of the martial world.
Although Huang Yaoshi also refused to leave, he knew that Huang Rong's words made sense, so he subdued Huang Rong's acupoints and, after discussing with Guo Jing, ordered Da Wu and Xiao Wu to escort Huang Rong and her family out of the city. Yelü Qi, as the leader of the Beggar Clan, also refused to abandon his followers and stayed behind with Guo Jing and the others.
Da Wu and Xiao Wu escorted Huang Rong, Guo Polu, Guo Fu, Wanyan Ping, Yelü Yan, and others on a nighttime escape. During
the journey, they became separated from Guo Polu, only to later learn that Guo Polu had deliberately left midway to return to the city and die with Guo Jing. After several days of escape, upon reaching the seaside, they heard rumors of Xiangyang's surrender. At this time, Da Wu and Xiao Wu, entrusted by the Pharmacist, kept Huang Rong's acupoints sealed along the way, fearing she would return to her fate.
Before boarding the ship, Huang Rong forced Da Wu to return and gather information. Hearing that Xiangyang had surrendered, she couldn't help but harbor a sliver of hope.
However, a month later, Da Wu returned and told Guo Jing, the Pharmacist, the Beggars' Sect, and the heroes of the martial world that they had fallen into a trap set by Lü Wende and the Mongols. A few days before the surrender, Lü Wende falsely claimed that reinforcements and supplies had arrived outside the city, requiring a coordinated attack from within and without to break the siege. Guo Jing and the others led the heroes of the martial world, along with three thousand remaining defenders, out of the city to provide support, but were lured into an encirclement by the Mongol army, who deliberately feigned weakness, resulting in the annihilation of their entire army. Only Yelü Qi was seriously wounded and captured.
The Mongols knew Yelü Qi was the leader of the Beggars' Sect and wanted to persuade him to surrender so they could pacify the sect. They imprisoned him, intending to send him to Dadu (Beijing) once
he recovered from his injuries. During this time, Huang Rong, upon hearing the news of the deaths of her father, husband, and beloved son, fell seriously ill from grief, a illness that lingered for several months before she finally recovered.
Yelü Qi was rescued once, but his injuries did not heal, and while being escorted to Peach Blossom Island, he unfortunately fell back into the hands of the Mongols.
After recovering, Huang Rong originally intended to set off to rescue Yelü Qi, but although she was mostly recovered, she was still very weak. Moreover, Guo Fu and Wanyan Ping, who had been pregnant in Xiangyang, had both given birth,
so Huang Rong had to stay and care for them. A year passed in the blink of an eye. Huang Rong frequently dispatched Da Wu and Xiao Wu to gather information, preparing to rescue Yelü Qi, retrieve the remains of the physician Guo Jing, and find Guo Xiang's whereabouts, among other things.

Chapter One: Da Wu -

More than a year after the fall of Xiangyang.
In the hall of Peach Blossom Island, Huang Rong sat in the center, with Guo Fu, Yelü Yan, and Wanyan Ping seated in order.
Da Wu and Xiao Wu stood beside Huang Rong.
Yesterday, Da Wu returned with news that Yelü Qi's injuries were still recurring. Prime Minister Boyan had sent several renowned physicians to treat him, but there had been no improvement. Fearing further complications during his transport to Dadu, he remained detained in Xiangyang.
In the year since Xiangyang fell, Boyan had repeatedly arrested key members of the Beggars' Sect in an attempt to win them over, but to no avail. The Beggars' Sect, repeatedly attacked by the court, was also in turmoil due to renewed divisions between the Clean Clothes and Dirty Clothes factions. Although Huang Rong had sent people to mediate, they could only suppress the conflict slightly, not completely resolve it.
"Mother, you are still somewhat weak. We must proceed with caution. Since that treacherous Boyan has his own schemes, he won't harm my husband for now. It's better if you wait until you are fully recovered before attempting to save him," Guo Fu said. In her youth, she had been impulsive, but now, as a mother, she had become much more composed after experiencing great changes. She knew that Huang Rong's gathering today must be related to rescuing people. Although she was very worried about her husband, she did not want Huang Rong to act rashly.
Xiao Wu Xiuwen saw that Huang Rong nodded but remained silent, and couldn't help but get impatient. He said, "Master's wife, you just need to sit on Peach Blossom Island and coordinate. My brother's One-Finger Divine
Skill and I have improved quite a bit recently. We can do the work." Da Wu Dunru was slightly more composed than Xiao Wu and said, "Xiuwen, don't be impatient. Let's listen to Master's wife's arrangements." Seeing Huang Rong looking at him with an encouraging smile, he thought for a moment and said, "Although Xiuwen is impulsive, what he said has some merit. Now, not only is Brother Yelü's safety a concern, but the remains of Master and the elders also need to be collected as soon as possible. There has been no news of Junior Sister Guo Xiang. She must be in Yang..." "Under your protection, it's quite safe; otherwise, there wouldn't be no disturbance in the martial world, and we wouldn't be able to worry about it for the time being."
Huang Rong nodded and said, "Although these are urgent matters, as Fu'er said, a little longer won't make a difference. On the other hand, what are your plans for the future, Xiao Wu and Da Wu? I've heard that the Southern Emperor is currently living in seclusion in Yunnan. Although Yunnan is still under the control of the Song Dynasty, the situation there is quite critical. The Southern Emperor is your elder, and as his successors, shouldn't you go there to fulfill your filial duties given the current situation? I want to know your choices
regarding whether to stay or leave." The two Wus looked at each other, speechless for a moment. To be honest, although the Southern Emperor was their ancestor, they had almost no interaction with him, so they had never considered joining him. Now that Huang Rong had suddenly brought it up with such righteous indignation, they were at a loss for words. Wu Dunru pondered for a long time, glanced at his wife Yelü Yan, and seeing her blank expression, sighed inwardly. He said, "Our master is being looked after by my senior uncles and aunts, so we don't need to worry about him. Our mistress is now facing a dangerous situation alone, and she needs my brothers' protection and service. I am willing to follow and protect her from now on, and will obey her every command."
Xiao Wu hesitated for a moment, but like Da Wu, he was simply slow to react. Hearing Da Wu's words, he quickly added, "We feel the same way. Master and Mistress have been incredibly kind to us, and we are willing to serve them for life."
Huang Rong then slowly nodded. Huang Rong, now middle-aged, had complex thoughts. With only the two Wus by her side and the situation extremely dangerous, she had to think things through to prevent them from changing their minds in the future. Seeing their solemn promise, she nodded and said, "You are both now settled with families and have your own concerns, which is why I asked a few more questions. I also hope that you will think things through more carefully, and I hope you will understand." Huang Rong explained briefly, paused slightly, and continued, "The situation is different now than before. We must consider defeat before seeking victory. Peach Blossom Island is our foundation. Although it is protected by mechanisms, it still needs someone to manage it. Xiuwen has always been alert and quick-witted, so you will stay and guard our home." Xiao Wu wanted to argue, but Huang Rong wouldn't allow him to speak further. Seeing the dissatisfaction on his face, she coldly continued, "Xiuwen, since you are willing to stay, you must obey my orders. Otherwise, you might as well leave sooner. Although your master is gone, your master's wife has no obligation to you now, and I have no need for a disciple who disobeys orders on his own."
Xiao Wu naturally had no intention of resisting; he just wanted to go and contribute his strength. Feeling wronged, but hearing Huang Rong's serious tone, he could only say dejectedly, "How dare I disobey my master's wife? I obey."
Huang Rong was alone now, and although she knew the two Wu brothers wouldn't resist, for the long term—a large family with many mouths to feed, but only one person in charge—she had to use some methods to avoid future troubles.
Huang Rong glanced apologetically at Xiao Wu, then looked at Da Wu and said, "Dunru is always steady, so he will come with me to Xiangyang. Fu'er, you and Ping'er have young children, so you and Yan'er will help Xiao Wu protect the home."
"Mother, you haven't fully recovered yet, you can't rush things," Guo Fu said anxiously, looking at her mother with pleading eyes.
Yelü Yan also looked at Wu Dunru expectantly, clearly hoping to go with him to rescue her brother.
Huang Rong observed everyone's expressions and slowly said, "Fu'er and Ping'er are unwell, and the child is still young. They need Yan'er to look after them. You should all stay here. It would be inconvenient to have too many people on the way to Xiangyang."
After speaking, she observed everyone's expressions. Guo Fu and Wanyan Ping had no objections, and Da Wu was composed
. Only Xiao Wu and Yelü Yan seemed to want to say something but hesitated. Huang Rong sighed inwardly and solemnly said, "You don't need to say anything more. My mind is made up." Seeing that Huang Rong was very resolute and everything was arranged, everyone could only go their separate ways. Only Da Wu stayed behind, seemingly wanting to say something but hesitating.
Huang Rong, still somewhat weak after her serious illness, felt a little tired at the moment. Seeing his hesitation, she grew impatient and stood up, saying, "If there's nothing else, you should prepare early; we'll leave tomorrow."
Actually, Da Wu didn't have much to say, but he had other thoughts in his mind.
This matter is a long story.
In his youth, Da Wu both respected and feared Huang Rong. This was understandable; anyone encountering someone as intelligent as Huang Rong would be bound to feel awe, especially someone as young as Da Wu.
However, as he grew older and his mind matured, he vaguely understood romantic love but lacked proper guidance. As the saying goes, young men are attracted to mature women, and Da Wu developed unusual feelings for Huang Rong. It's quite common for young men to be attracted to mature women; usually, they can let go of that initial confusion. But Da Wu had no one to guide or enlighten him, and he suppressed his feelings. His originally simple youthful emotions had no outlet, and the accumulated depression transformed into a deep infatuation with Huang Rong.
While Guo Jing was alive, Da Wu had always kept these feelings hidden. Now that Huang Rong was alone, Da Wu felt pity for her, and these feelings began to stir again.
However, under Huang Rong's long-standing dominance, Da Wu only occasionally indulged in these romantic thoughts. Today, seeing Huang Rong's slightly weary face, which evoked pity, he couldn't help but feel concerned. He hesitated, struggling to speak, but seeing Huang Rong's tired expression and impatience, he could only say, "Yes, Master's wife, please rest early too."
Huang Rong found his strange expression odd. Normally, she would have asked him a few questions to show her concern. But now, exhausted, she didn't care and turned to leave.

The next day, Huang Rong and Da Wu bid farewell to everyone and boarded a ship to continue their journey.
They arrived on the mainland around noon, rested briefly at the meeting point on Peach Blossom Island, had lunch, and then rode the arranged fast horses towards Xiangyang.
They traveled in silence until dusk, when they saw a dilapidated town in the distance. Huang Rong was eager to continue her journey and didn't want to enter the town, intending to bypass it and find a place to rest and eat later.
Seeing that Huang Rong seemed determined to continue, Da Wu quickly stopped her, saying, "Master's wife, your health is important. The journey to Xiangyang is still long, and now that the Mongols rule, the situation is different from before. You must conserve your energy."
Huang Rong shook her head, saying, "Precisely because the Mongols rule, I don't want to enter the city to rest, lest we encounter the Tartars and cause trouble. I'm fine; let's travel a little further, bypass the town, and find a place to rest."
Da Wu anxiously said, "Master's wife, we just need to be careful and avoid the Tartar soldiers. But you're weak now, and you're still not taking care of yourself. What if something happens to you?"
Huang Rong was surprised that Da Wu dared to disobey her and stared at him in astonishment. Da Wu, realizing his lapse in composure, said, "Please punish me for my impetuousness, Master's Wife. However, I still feel I acted rather hastily. Firstly, Master's Wife is weak and frail from a long illness and cannot withstand such a commotion; secondly, resting at a leisurely pace is essential to conserve strength for any eventuality."
Seeing his insistence, Huang Rong realized that Da Wu was no longer the impetuous youth he once was. He was already capable enough to handle gathering information independently, and now she needed to show him a certain respect. Furthermore, having spent years surrounded by attendants and living a life of luxury, she had become somewhat rusty in the ways of the martial world. She smiled and said, "You mean well, and what you said makes some sense. Why punish you? Am I really that unreasonable? Since you've traveled this road many times and are familiar with it, you can arrange this part of the journey."
Seeing that Huang Rong listened to his advice and showed no displeasure, Da Wu thought for a moment and said, "What you say is true, Master's wife. Entering the town dressed like this will inevitably attract attention. If we encounter the Tartars for inspection, we'll have to have an explanation." Seeing Huang Rong gazing thoughtfully at the distant town, he thought for
a moment and continued, "In the past, I would disguise myself when traveling alone. Now that we're traveling together, we can pretend to be family members visiting relatives. What do you think, Master's wife?" Huang Rong had been riding all afternoon and was a little tired, so she dismounted to drink water and stretch her limbs. Her original intention was to find a deserted temple or Taoist monastery along the way, firstly to avoid the patrolling soldiers, and secondly to avoid having to change her identity. Hearing Da Wu ask for her opinion, she felt it was time to let him gain more experience, so she nodded and said, "Alright, you can arrange it."
Seeing that Huang Rong had no objections, Da Wu asked, "I wonder what role Master's Wife thinks is suitable?"
Huang Rong sized up Da Wu, noticing his rugged face and somewhat world-weary appearance, and that he seemed a few years older than her. She wanted to tease him, but then felt it inappropriate, so she smiled and said, "Let's pretend to be mother and son."
Da Wu laughed, "Master's Wife is so young, we don't look like mother and son, more like brother and sister." His words were a compliment tinged with a hint of mockery, and Da Wu immediately regretted it, worried that Huang Rong would be displeased, and his expression became somewhat uneasy.
Huang Rong, however, didn't notice anything amiss. She usually treated the two Wus like her own children, and although she had to maintain the facade of being Master's Wife, her nature was carefree and playful. Hearing Da Wu praise her youth, she was quite pleased. Reaching out to brush aside a few strands of hair ruffled by the wind, she smiled and said, "Then, according to you, what's the best course of action?"
Seeing Huang Rong's relaxed expression, her worries somewhat eased and even a hint of joy in her eyes, Da Wu said, "Then let's pretend to be siblings. Anyway, I can just smear some ash on my face. What do you think, Master's Wife?"
Huang Rong chuckled and said, "Alright, since we're going to disguise ourselves anyway, it's better to pretend to be siblings. It's not good for you to call me 'sister' and me 'big brother' in public."
For some reason, Da Wu's heart skipped a beat upon hearing this, and his heartbeat quickened considerably. Huang Rong's silhouette in the wild wind suddenly became somewhat blurry in his eyes, quite different from usual. However, he couldn't quite put his finger on what was different; it was just that, vaguely, a beautiful young girl seemed to overlap with the cold and aloof Huang Rong.
Da Wu tried his best to restrain himself and temporarily suppressed his inexplicable emotions. He naturally had no objections, and the two of them took out their disguises and began to disguise themselves. After finishing, Huang Rong carefully checked and found no flaws. She smiled and said, "Let's go. We'll dress like this for the rest of the journey."
Arriving at the town, they found it in ruins, a remnant of war. Fortunately, this place was now considered the rear, and fleeing residents were gradually returning home, bringing back some signs of life. The town had only one inn/restaurant, quite dilapidated and simple. Da Wu was worried Huang Rong wouldn't like it and said, "There's a larger town about twenty or thirty li ahead, with better conditions. Should we walk a little further?"
Huang Rong, however, was somewhat tired and shook her head, saying, "I'm a bit weary. Let's make do for one night."
Da Wu nodded and explained, "We've been walking rather slowly today. Usually, I travel by myself to the front to stay. I'll go in and check the rooms first, and if they're not suitable, we'll decide."
Huang Rong nodded, dismounted, and looked around. Da Wu went inside.
"Gentlemen, we only have one room left. Would you like it?" The innkeeper had already seen the two discussing outside the door. Seeing their luxurious clothes, he instinctively felt they wouldn't stay here, so he greeted them rather listlessly.
"May I see the room first?" Da Wu said.
Although the innkeeper was somewhat impatient, seeing Da Wu's burly build and composed demeanor, he, a man of experience, dared not be negligent and had to suppress his impatience to lead Da Wu to the room.
The room was only four feet square, with a single bed in the center, a washstand by the door, and the remaining space was just enough for a person to walk around; there wasn't even a place to sit.
Da Wu immediately regretted his decision, thinking to himself that if he had known this would be like this, he would have just gone straight to the next stop. Wouldn't this place be a disservice to his master's wife? Displeased, Da Wu ignored the innkeeper and turned to leave.
Seeing that Da Wu seemed hesitant to speak and looked displeased, Huang Rong asked, "What's wrong? Is the room unsuitable?"
"Yes. Madam, please bear with us and continue on our way. This inn only has one room left, and it's quite dilapidated." Da Wu looked slightly embarrassed. Huang Rong rarely traveled the martial world alone anymore, arranging her own itinerary. It was only the first day, and Da Wu felt quite ashamed.
Huang Rong thought for a moment and understood Da Wu's feelings. She said tactfully, "I'm also a bit tired today. Even if it's simple, it's fine. Let's make do for one night and make plans for tomorrow."
Da Wu had no choice but to comply.
"Please don't take offense, gentlemen." Seeing the two check in, the innkeeper felt a little guilty and said cautiously, "My inn has just reopened, please forgive us. Staying and meals are free. Just let me
know when you'd like to eat, and I'll have my wife prepare it." As he spoke, he took out a booklet, quickly recording their identities and travel documents while smiling apologetically, "This is a new Mongolian custom, please understand."
Upon arriving at the guest room, Huang Rong, to avoid embarrassing Da Wu, smiled slightly and said casually, "It's just for one night, please make do. My legs are aching, I'll rest for a while." Seeing that the bedding was still clean, she sat down on the edge of the bed.
After Da Wu put down his luggage, seeing Huang Rong leaning against the headboard pretending to sleep, he instructed the innkeeper to prepare a meal and fetched water for Huang Rong to use for washing. He then went downstairs to look after the horses while waiting.
After their meal, Huang Rong went back to her room to rest. Da Wu then patrolled the area outside the shop, assessing the surroundings before hesitatingly returning.
Back in the room, Huang Rong was already lying down, fully clothed, facing inwards. She was petite, curled up slightly against the inside of the bed, leaving only a small portion of the edge exposed. Da Wu hesitated, wondering whether to sit down, when Huang Rong, seemingly hearing him return, shifted further in, making room, and said, "Go to sleep."
Da Wu quickly replied, "You can sleep, I'm not tired."
Huang Rong turned around, speaking gently, "When traveling, keep things simple. I've encountered similar situations before, so don't blame yourself too much. Just think things through more in the future. It's good to squeeze in for one night and rest."
Da Wu said apologetically, "Yes." He then lay down on his side, fully clothed, trying not to touch Huang Rong.
Sensing her faint fragrance, a strange emotion stirred within him.
In this martial arts world, countless people regarded Huang Rong as their dream lover. Throughout his growth, Da Wu, too, had sometimes fantasized about Huang Rong. However, under Huang Rong's accumulated power over the years, although Da Wu occasionally indulged in midnight fantasies, he never dared to actually do anything in front of her. Today, alone with her, those romantic thoughts and dreamlike images gradually resurfaced, so vividly and intensely clear.
Huang Rong seemed truly tired, and soon fell into a deep sleep. Hearing Huang Rong's long, even breaths and sensing her peaceful slumber, Da Wu finally couldn't resist stealing a glance at her. From this angle, he couldn't see Huang Rong's face, only glimpses through her slightly disheveled hair, her profile revealed in the moonlight, breathtakingly white, indescribably beautiful.
Gazing at this sliver of her fair face, Da Wu couldn't help but feel a surge of desire to caress her. This thought came so suddenly and so intensely that it was difficult to suppress.
So, Da Wu's rough, hard hand trembled slightly as it slowly, gradually approached, seemingly already sensing the delicate, clear coolness before even touching her.
Just as it was about to touch her, the hand abruptly stopped, then hovered in the air for a moment before slowly and hesitantly withdrawing.
Not daring to look at Huang Rong again, Da Wu turned to stare at the moonlight through the window, inwardly cursing himself for his cowardice.
... ...

In the following days, Da Wu rallied his spirits and finally managed to avoid any further mishaps in his daily life.
With about three days to go before reaching Xiangyang, the two, seeing that it was getting late, entered the city to seek lodging. Now, thanks to Da Wu's adjustments to their pace of travel, their daily living conditions had improved considerably. After settling in, Huang Rong instructed the waiter to prepare a hot bath, while Da Wu went downstairs to eat and drink.
This small town was not large, and after the recent end of the war, life was gradually recovering. Many travelers from all over the country passed through. Da Wu listened to their stories of strange tales and anecdotes, interspersed with news from various places, and found himself quite amused.
Before long, Huang Rong, having bathed and changed, came down to eat. Seeing that only a long bench remained at Da Wu's table, she sat down next to him. The fresh, fragrant scent of her body, combined with her natural, sweet body odor, enveloped him, making Da Wu suddenly feel dizzy and his face gradually flush.
Seeing that he seemed quite uncomfortable, Huang Rong said gently, "What's wrong? Are you tired? If you're not feeling well, you should rest early."
"Ah, it's nothing. I've already eaten these dishes. I'll order a few more light dishes. Is there anything you'd like to eat?" Da Wu quickly composed himself and asked awkwardly. The slight contact and friction between his body and Huang Rong's allowed him to vaguely feel the warmth of her fair skin.
Huang Rong took a bowl, poured herself some wine, and said with a smile, "Hmm, order whatever you like. Go upstairs and wash up later, then change your clothes and give them to me; I'll wash them all together."
"Okay." Da Wu called the waiter over and ordered a few simple dishes according to Huang Rong's preferences, then got up and went upstairs to clean.
After returning to his room, washing up and changing, he brought the clothes to Huang Rong's room. Upon entering, Da Wu was immediately stunned, his gaze fixed on the clothes Huang Rong had placed aside.
For a moment, Da Wu blushed and his heart pounded. Staring at Huang Rong's underwear for a moment, he finally couldn't resist picking it up with trembling hands, slowly bringing it to his face, gently smelling, rubbing, and kissing it.
As he smelled Huang Rong's sweet fragrance, images of her snow-white skin and jade-like face gradually surfaced in his mind, and his lower body became momentarily hard as iron.
And so it went, an unknown amount of time passed, with Da Wu kissing, touching, and playing with each of Huang Rong's undergarments and white socks. Then, unable to restrain himself any longer, he pulled out his penis, wrapped it in his underwear, and gently masturbated, fantasizing about Huang Rong's naked body. Soon he was panting heavily.
With a loud bang, Da Wu turned around and saw Huang Rong standing at the door, staring at him in disbelief.
Something seemed to explode in Da Wu's mind; his blood surged, and overwhelmed by shock, fear, and shame, his lower body lost control, ejaculating violently through Huang Rong's undergarments.
At that moment, a bizarre scene unfolded between the two. Huang Rong, speechless, leaned against the door, staring in disbelief, her expression complex. Da Wu, his eyes bloodshot, stood erect in astonishment, his blood surging, his penis erect. Their eyes met, fixed on each other.
Time seemed to stand still for a moment, with only the slightly turned penis throbbing and ejaculating in Huang Rong's eyes, streams of cloudy white semen splashing onto her discarded underwear.
...
Time paused briefly before resuming its normal flow. Huang Rong reacted first, quickly closing the door and turning her back angrily, "Dunru, what are you doing? You, put your clothes on first."
Da Wu seemed to have lost control, or perhaps suddenly found inexplicable courage, and strode over, taking advantage of Huang Rong's unguarded back, forcefully hugging her tightly, hissing like a wild beast, "Master's wife, I, I..."
"Shut up!" Huang Rong struggled angrily a few times, but unexpectedly, Da Wu's brute force prevented her from breaking free. She had to soften her tone and scold, "Let go first, let's talk slowly." As she spoke, she felt her buttocks being pressed against by a still erect and fierce object, and for some reason, she felt her ears and face burning.
Da Wu seemed somewhat frenzied at this moment. Hearing this, he didn't loosen his grip. Instead, taking advantage of Huang Rong's struggle, he seized her hands, gently lifted her up, and placed her on the bed in a few steps.
At this moment, Huang Rong seemed to have forgotten her martial arts skills. Her body was limp and stiff from the stimulation of the hot, strong, and vigorous man's aura, and her
breathing became rapid. Da Wu's intense masculine scent completely enveloped Huang Rong, like a raging fire, almost instantly igniting her long-dormant desire. "Master's wife, I, I," Da Wu stammered, his face flushed.
"Dunru, what are you doing? Let me go!" Huang Rong was extremely embarrassed and angry, stimulated by her body's instinctive reaction. She snapped, "Dunru, don't provoke me!" These words instantly reminded Huang Rong of a fact: she was a martial arts master.
But at the same time, these words also reminded Da Wu. Before she could make a move while still scolding him, Da Wu preemptively pressed Huang Rong's soft numbness point, then loosened her completely limp body and laid her flat on the bed.
"Ah, don't do anything rash, Dunru. Quickly release my pressure points, let's talk this out. I'll help you if I can." Huang Rong was annoyed that she had been restrained for a moment. While releasing my pressure points, she tried to comfort Da Wu.
"Master's wife, I, I just, these days seeing you all alone and miserable, I, I also feel heartbroken. I only want to take your place and bring Master back." Staring at Huang Rong's ashamed and angry face, Da Wu suddenly burst into tears, trembling as he reached out to touch Huang Rong's pale cheeks. He cried incoherently, "Since Master left, I have been thinking of you every moment. Whether I'm out investigating or by your side, I only want to comfort you for Master, but I don't know how to persuade you. I, I..."
Da Wu stammered, "I, actually, I've liked you for a long time, Master's wife." Da Wu finally couldn't hold back and confessed his past youthful crush. In his emotional turmoil, he poured out his deepest love while impulsively leaning down to kiss Huang Rong.
Huang Rong, listening to his rambling, unpredictable speech—one moment filled with worry and concern after the upheaval, the next with youthful infatuation—was completely bewildered. She tried to stop him, but he ignored her, continuing his monologue without pause. In this chaotic state, his sudden kiss on her lips stirred her heart. She sighed inwardly, then temporarily relaxed and let him kiss her. For a moment, she even forgot to circulate her internal energy to release her pressure points.
After an unknown amount of time, when Da Wu had calmed down, Huang Rong finally managed to suppress her panic and said, "Dunru, I understand your intentions, and I, your master's wife, am very pleased with them. However, I absolutely cannot tolerate your behavior. Now that you have finished speaking and your master's wife knows, please let me go first, and we can talk slowly."
After pouring out his heart, Da Wu's sudden burst of brute force had dissipated, and he was now somewhat frightened, his face pale as he said, "But, master's wife, you... you won't blame me, will you?"
Huang Rong, being an experienced woman, knew that she needed to comfort and soothe him at this moment. With these feelings in mind, he said gently, "Hey, Dunru, you meant well, how could I blame you? This was just a momentary impulse, and no major mistake has been made yet. After you release me, let's never mention this again, okay?"
Da Wu hesitated for a moment, knowing that this was not the end of the story. He wanted to muster his remaining strength to make things irreversible, but then he saw Huang Rong staring at him coldly with a knowing look in her eyes. She said calmly, "If you dare to use force, I will kill myself."
Da Wu had no choice but to accept this. His brute force dissipated, and he began to recall Huang Rong's usual sternness. After hesitating for a moment, he had no choice but to release Huang Rong's pressure points, kneel down, and bow his head to accept the punishment.
Huang Rong got up and sat up, looking at this silly boy, not knowing what to say for a moment. Just now, she had been forcibly hugged and kissed. Huang Rong knew her own body was not immune to a slight reaction. Hearing Da Wu's long confession of his unrequited love, Huang Rong, moved by the sentiment of women of all ages who enjoy hearing words of love, found herself in a dilemma. She
couldn't bring herself to scold or punish him. She considered sending him back to Peach Blossom Island while she went to Xiangyang alone, but then hesitated. Firstly, her long illness had weakened her martial arts skills, making it even more difficult to deal with a skilled opponent. Secondly, having guarded Xiangyang for many years, she was accustomed to directing operations from the center, and the thought of handling all the complexities of this journey personally troubled her. Thirdly, Da Wu's actions were ultimately a result of youthful recklessness, and dismissing him so bluntly seemed inappropriate.
Therefore, Huang Rong had no choice but to temporarily abandon her plan to send Da Wu away and ponder how to guide and resolve his inner turmoil.
After a moment's thought, she leaned over and pulled Da Wu up, leading him to sit beside her. Gently stroking his head, she sighed, "You, now that you're married and have a career, still talk like a child. You've made yourself clear today, and I, your master's wife, heard it all. From now on, this matter will be considered as if it never happened, and you're not allowed to do this again. Otherwise, I don't want to see you again. You'll return to Peach Blossom Island today with Yan'er, and I'll handle the Xiangyang matter myself."
Da Wu was truly ashamed and afraid at this moment, stammering, "I, I..."
Huang Rong reached out and covered his mouth, unaware that this action was somewhat ambiguous. She said, "Don't say anything more. That's enough for today. You can go out now; I need to wash my clothes." Huang Rong had just been hugged by Da Wu and was covered in a light sweat, feeling quite muddy. She was also a little lazy and didn't want to argue with him anymore. After speaking, she got up to gather her scattered clothes, ignoring Da Wu.
Da Wu reluctantly went downstairs, feeling deeply frustrated and inwardly cursing himself for being useless. Recalling Huang Rong's alluring expression after being subdued, he thought that if he had done just a little more, perhaps he could already be making love with her to his heart's content. Thinking that today hadn't been a complete waste, he ordered wine and dishes, drinking as he reflected and pondered his
next move. Huang Rong looked at her clothes stained by Da Wu's semen, the air thick with the lewd scent of a man, and couldn't help but feel a little agitated. For some reason, recalling the situation just now, she felt as if she had almost lost control at some point. Perhaps if Da Wu had kissed her a little longer, done a little more, been a little braver, a little more determined, her unruly body might have lost control.
Huang Rong couldn't help but internally berate herself for being lewd. Little did she know that for most women in their thirties and forties, their desires are most uncontrollable by reason.
Huang Rong's self-control was not a problem, and she had handled today's events appropriately. However, having been celibate for so long, being held so intimately by a young man, and witnessing Da Wu's ejaculating penis, these images lingered in her mind, and her body naturally revealed its needs.
Huang Rong stared blankly for a long time, holding her underwear stained with Da Wu's semen, before sighing, tossing the clothes aside, too lazy to wash them. Exhausted, she lay down on the bed, closed her eyes to rest, and pondered things.
Huang Rong waited until midnight without hearing any movement from Da Wu's room next door, knowing that he hadn't come up to rest yet, and must still be troubled. She herself was also troubled, so she ignored him and lay down to rest fully clothed.
Now that she was on guard, she wasn't afraid that Da Wu would do anything else. Lost in her thoughts, she fell asleep without realizing it.
When she woke up, it was just getting light. Huang Rong got up, cleaned herself up a bit, and went downstairs for breakfast. After finishing her meal, Huang Rong still hadn't seen Da Wu and began to worry. She went to Da Wu's room, hesitated for a moment, and gently knocked, calling, "Dunru, get up and eat."
Unexpectedly, the door was only slightly ajar, and it opened easily with a light knock.
Huang Rong waited a moment, and seeing no response from Da Wu, she pushed the door open and entered. She was immediately overwhelmed by the strong smell of alcohol in the room, almost vomiting. She quickly turned and left, leaving the door open until the smell dissipated before re-entering the room to check on Da Wu.
Seeing that Da Wu was still fast asleep, drunk, she stared at him blankly for a long time, sighed softly, and left.

When Da Wu woke up, it was already noon. He felt parched and had a splitting headache. He tried hard to recall what had happened the night before but couldn't remember anything. He wondered if he had done anything else. Just as he was lost in thought, he heard a slight knock at the door, and Huang Rong walked in carrying a package.
Seeing Da Wu wake up, Huang Rong said indifferently, "How much did you drink last night? Can you still walk today?"
Without waiting for Da Wu's answer, Huang Rong untied her bundle, took out newly purchased clothes, and tossed them to Da Wu. "Change into these." Then she returned to her room. Seeing this, Da Wu could only quickly wash and change, eat a hasty meal, and set off. He endured a headache and traveled arduously. That day,
he traveled late, finally finding an inn near midnight.
Nothing happened that night. After a good night's rest, Da Wu's spirits returned. Seeing that Huang Rong still ignored him and remained quite cold, he felt very uneasy. After setting off again, he finally couldn't help but say after a while, "Master's wife, I...I got drunk that night. Did I do something wrong? I don't remember. If I did something wrong, please punish me."
Huang Rong had been cold these past two days, partly expressing her disappointment and dissatisfaction with Da Wu's recklessness and frivolity, and partly due to her own troubled mind and indifference. Hearing Da Wu's stammering, her heart softened slightly. As they walked along the road, Huang Rong said, "It's nothing. It's understandable that you drank a few more cups that day, but you need to be more moderate with your drinking in the future."
Da Wu agreed, then wondered, "Is my master's wife still blaming me for being so cold?"
"What's so strange about it? Alright, stop being so annoying. Don't bring up that day again. I've already said I won't blame you for it anymore." Huang Rong was perhaps a little impatient, or perhaps trying to cover up her embarrassment, but her tone had an inexplicable hint of coquettishness.
Hearing Huang Rong's seemingly petulant tone, Da Wu felt relieved and said, "Yes." Just as he was thinking about how to change the subject, Huang Rong unexpectedly said, "Dunru, back when you were still alive, um, when your master was still around, did you dare to secretly like your master's wife? Weren't you afraid your master would find out?" After saying that, Huang Rong immediately regretted it, completely unaware of why she had asked such a frivolous question.
"Ah, well, back when my master was around, I only dared to keep it to myself, and I didn't dare to think about it much on ordinary days." Da Wu said nervously, not daring to turn around. He didn't know that Huang Rong was also very afraid, afraid that he would turn around and see her strange expression at this moment.
"Oh, so you dared to do it after your master left, is that right?" Huang Rong didn't know what had gotten into her, suddenly seeming to be teasing Da Wu. "Uh,
" Da Wu stammered, unsure how to respond.
"Hmph, aren't you afraid of me?" Huang Rong chuckled inwardly at Da Wu's speechless, foolish expression.
"Ah, yes, I'm afraid. I'm most afraid of my master's wife."
"I don't think so. If you're afraid of me, how can you possibly like me?" Huang Rong didn't understand what she was doing either, as if she had suddenly returned to her teenage years, becoming slightly unrestrained.
"Well, I don't quite understand either. It's like I just like you." Da Wu thought for a moment, then said blankly, "Before, I was afraid of being discovered, afraid of making my master and master's wife angry. I was both afraid and fond of them. But I didn't dare to think too much about it, afraid I wouldn't be able to control myself." He then added, "Now I'm still afraid of making you angry, but I've already said it, so I've put my mind at ease."
"Oh? Is that so? Is it because your master is gone, so you can bully me now?" As she teased Da Wu, Huang Rong felt her mood lighten, her worries lessened, and a mischievous smile appeared on her face.
"How could I dare? Besides, how could I bully my master's wife? I... I only want to cherish her. Just thinking about you all alone makes me sad, so that day..."
...
After a long silence, Da Wu whispered, "Master's wife, are you angry again?"
A moment later, Huang Rong said softly, "No."
Da Wu hesitated for a long time, then mustered his courage and said, "Master's wife, from now on, let me protect you."
A moment later, Huang Rong said gently, "Alright, stop talking nonsense." Chapter Two: Losing Virginity

That night, they arrived in a small town, only a day's journey from Xiangyang.
After washing up at an inn, the two went downstairs for dinner. Huang Rong seemed to see a familiar figure, but he quickly went upstairs and disappeared. Puzzled, she whispered, "Did you see that person just now?"
Da Wu shook his head and asked, "Why?"
Huang Rong pondered for a moment, then said, "He seemed like someone I knew, but I can't quite place him. We're nearing Xiangyang now, we must be careful. Don't drink tonight." Da Wu agreed, and the two quickly finished their meal. Huang Rong said, "Let's go for a walk."
Da Wu, unsure of her meaning, complied. The two left the inn for a stroll. Huang Rong took Da Wu's arm, and they walked side-by-side. Da Wu, unprepared for Huang Rong's intimate gesture, was easily distracted. Huang Rong, however, was feigning intimacy while secretly observing their surroundings for any signs of being followed. They walked around the inn several times before Huang Rong finally felt at ease.
After returning, they went to their respective rooms to wash and rest. Huang Rong had just lain down fully clothed when she heard a commotion below. She went to the door to listen, and Da Wu, after checking, came back to report, "Soldiers are checking rooms."
Huang Rong's disguise was gone, and she couldn't change back in time. After a moment's thought, she pulled the covers up and lay down fully clothed on the bedside. Da Wu stared in disbelief, about to retreat to his own room, when Huang Rong said, "Don't go, I'm not disguised. You handle this."
Da Wu then realized what was happening, closed the door, and sat on a low stool by the bed, waiting for the soldiers to come and check.
He waited for a long time, the commotion continuing, but a strange atmosphere filled the air.
Suddenly, glancing sideways at the indistinct figure under the covers, Da Wu's mind was filled with the image of Huang Rong's disheveled body. Suddenly, he seemed to grow bolder, actually getting up and going to the bedside, lifting the soft covers and squeezing inside, immediately snuggling against Huang Rong's warm body.
Huang Rong also sensed something was amiss, but remained conscious, feeling both shocked and angry. However, with soldiers nearby, she dared not reprimand them lightly, lest it trigger Da Wu's attack. With nowhere to hide, she reached out to subdue Da Wu's pressure points, but when she raised her hand, it was limp and completely powerless, causing her further alarm. Why was this happening? Huang Rong secretly circulated her internal energy, vaguely sensing it gradually weakening.
At this moment, Da Wu noticed that Huang Rong's flustered expression seemed to be mixed with other emotions. Suddenly, a lustful fire rose in his lower abdomen, and he momentarily lost control of his body, pressing himself against Huang Rong. He embraced her trembling body and kissed her lips forcefully. He heard Huang Rong let out a faint moan, and his body trembled. The moan was full of passion and tenderness. Da Wu also felt that the situation was quite mysterious. Just as he was wondering about it, he found that Huang Rong had actually wrapped her arms around him and hugged him back. Her soft, fragrant body was pressing against him and gently wriggling.
It seemed that the room check had ended, and the noise outside was gradually fading away. Da Wu and Huang Rong, however, were like dry wood that had just been ignited.
"No, Dunru, something's not right," Huang Rong murmured, her voice filled with passion. She said no, but her body desperately clung to Da Wu.
Da Wu sensed something was amiss, but when fantasy became reality, he was determined to continue, even if it felt wrong. Last time, he hadn't been brave enough, but this time he felt full of courage. Looking down, he saw Huang Rong's face was flushed with desire. Her cheeks were rosy, and she was incredibly alluring.
"Don't talk, just do it," a voice in his head told him.
So Da Wu kissed Huang Rong's lips, silencing her words. His large hand grasped her clothes, and with a gentle tug, he tore them apart. He then pulled down her lower garment, and the two were finally naked and intertwined. He heard Huang
Rong's soft moans, like a sob. Her eyes were closed, and she dared not look at Da Wu.
Da Wu caressed her breasts in his dream with one hand, while the other went straight for her groin. Huang Rong's legs were wrapped around Da Wu's waist, her entrance wide open, and Da Wu thrust into her, her treasure orifice receiving long-awaited comfort.
Huang Rong covered her mouth, suppressing a deep moan.
Long deprived and driven to madness, Huang Rong was instantly overwhelmed by Da Wu's powerful hand thrusting into her beautiful orifice, triggering a wave of exquisite climax.
Da Wu hadn't expected Huang Rong to be so sensitive; a mere caress brought her to orgasm. He gently caressed her breasts, kissing her alluring face while tenderly massaging her lower body, helping Huang Rong prolong her climax.
When the climax subsided, Huang Rong lay limp, her orifice glistening with love juice.
Da Wu lovingly kissed Huang Rong's jade-like neck, collarbone, and breasts, then slowly rolled her over, laying her flat, his powerful body gradually covering and engulfing her.
Huang Rong was now filled with shame and joy, surprise and love. She had sensed something was amiss earlier, but her body had already obeyed her will, involuntarily clinging to him, practically offering herself to him. Recalling this, Huang Rong was ashamed beyond measure, her beautiful eyes tightly closed, unable to look at Da Wu.
Da Wu, however, felt like a fish in water. His dream had come true, and it had come so easily, making Da Wu feel like the happiest person in the world.
Da Wu wanted to cherish this perfect body thoroughly, meticulously, from head to toe, inside and out.
Almost every kiss, every caress, every exploration melted Huang Rong into this boundless ocean of tenderness, drowning her, intoxicated.
When Da Wu pressed his penis against her beautiful opening, Huang Rong spread her legs and wrapped them around his buttocks, gently pulling him inside.
A voice roared in Da Wu's mind: "It's in! It's finally in!"
Da Wu felt his penis being tightly enveloped, undulating in waves, as if a suction force was pulling it deeper and deeper. It
was completely submerged, ejaculating in a torrent.
Da Wu struggled against Huang Rong, gritting his teeth, as if he wanted to pierce her through, wave after wave, seemingly endless.
Although Da Wu ejaculated immediately upon entering, the long-awaited fullness and abundance, the powerful waves of ejaculation hitting her flower chamber, almost simultaneously brought Huang Rong to another climax.
Da Wu pressed harder, but Huang Rong was weak and powerless, her body trembling uncontrollably.
Finally, Da Wu's relaxed body pressed down, the heaviness bringing Huang Rong a full sense of fulfillment.
Huang Rong's small hands gently stroked Da Wu's back, as if comforting, as if encouraging.
Da Wu, who had been somewhat dejected and ashamed, hadn't expected himself to be so inadequate, and whispered, "I'm sorry."
Huang Rong didn't answer, but kissed him, taking his mouth into her mouth, her delicate tongue entwining with his.
Da Wu, who used to be quite arrogant and resilient in battle, had always defeated Yelü Yan so thoroughly during their intimate encounters that Yelü Yan would beg for mercy. But today, he surrendered as soon as he entered the room. He was utterly humiliated. His soft penis was still inside Huang Rong's beautiful orifice, feeling waves of movement within, as if soothing her or saying, "It's alright, those who enter for the first time can hardly resist my 'Dragon Sucking Water' orifice. Practice more.
" The two caressed and entwined, and Da Wu, roused, prepared to continue, when suddenly they heard a lewd laugh from behind: "Hehe, shouldn't you two thank your great matchmaker?"
The two were shocked and got up to see a Taoist priest standing before the bed. They didn't know how long he had been there. Huang Rong, filled with shame and anger, immediately attacked, intending to kill the Taoist priest with her palm. But when she struck, she found no internal force whatsoever; her palm had no power whatsoever. Only then did she realize she had been ambushed.
Da Wu, realizing his inner strength was depleted and his martial arts skills gone, was both shocked and furious. He used the blanket to shield Huang Rong, shouting, "Who are you? Why did you ambush us?"
"I was your matchmaker," the old Taoist priest replied. "If it weren't for me, how could you two enjoy this ultimate pleasure? And you, you brat, what right do you have to enjoy the body of the most beautiful woman in the world, Huang Rong?"
Huang Rong, her identity exposed, was filled with shame and remorse, her heart filled with the thought of death. However, not knowing the identity of her enemy was unbearable. Calming herself slightly, she said, "Since that's the case, may I ask who you are and why you ruined my reputation?"
"Haha," the old Taoist priest touched his face, revealing a familiar one.
"Zhao Zhijing!" Huang Rong gritted her teeth, "We have no grudge against each other, why do you do such a despicable thing?"
The familiar figure Huang Rong had seen earlier was naturally this man. At the same time she discovered Zhao Zhijing, Zhao Zhijing also discovered her and Da Wu. Zhao Zhijing couldn't recognize Huang Rong's disguise at the time, but he recognized Da Wu. While the two were out shopping, Zhao saw them holding hands from upstairs and mistook them for Yelü Yan and Da Wu. He had come to Xiangyang at the request of Prime Minister Boyan to bring Yelü Qi to the capital. Seeing Huang Rong and Da Wu today, he decided to capture them both.
Fearing they might have reinforcements and that one might escape during the operation, he devised a plan to search their rooms. Using the noise as cover, he secretly slipped a sleeping potion through a broken wall next door. This potion, unintentionally created by Zhao Zhijing during his alchemy practice, was colorless and odorless, specifically designed to neutralize internal energy. At the same time, it was also a powerful aphrodisiac; even a slight arousal would amplify desire.
Huang Rong glanced at Da Wu, feeling deeply ashamed and resentful of his seduction, but she had no excuse for her previous ambiguous behavior. She said sadly, "Today I've repaid your deep affection, Dunru. I'll go first."
Just as she was about to bite her tongue to commit suicide, she was already affected by the potion and her pressure points were sealed. Zhao Zhijing chuckled as he walked over, ripped off the blanket, picked up Da Wu and threw him to the ground, then casually sealed Da Wu's acupoints. He leered as he looked Huang Rong's naked body up and down, saying, "Madam Guo, if you hadn't been so affectionate, this medicine wouldn't have worked. Since you've fallen for this boy, you can't blame me. Why be so upset?"
He then pulled Huang Rong into his arms, who was both angry and ashamed, almost fainting.
Zhao Zhijing stroked Huang Rong, praising her beauty. "This skin and flesh, even Xiaolongnu pales in comparison, Madam Guo, truly worthy of being called the most beautiful woman in the martial arts world today."
Hearing this, Huang Rong's mind wavered slightly, filled with astonishment and uncertainty. From his words, it seemed this villain had even raped Xiaolongnu.
"Madam Guo, let's make a deal. If you don't commit suicide, I'll release your pressure points. We can talk things over. What do you say? If you agree, blink twice, okay?"
Huang Rong closed her eyes and ignored him, knowing she was likely to be humiliated. Having roamed the martial world for many years, she had always been invincible, even minor setbacks were nothing to her. But today, she was utterly defeated.
Zhao Zhijing, seeing her ethereal beauty, only wanted to play with her to his heart's content. However, if he sealed her pressure points, it would be like playing with someone who had already died, which was incredibly boring. He began to move his hands up and down, pondering a plan.
Da Wu, thrown to the ground, glared fiercely at Zhao Zhijing. If looks could kill, Zhao Zhijing would probably be dead seventeen or eighteen times over by now.
Knowing Huang Rong was difficult to coerce, Zhao Zhijing decided to use a secret medicine to seal her internal energy and suppress her weak points to dissipate her strength. He then laughed, "See? Isn't this much better? Why make a scene? Besides, now that Madam Guo is free, she can fully enjoy this ultimate pleasure." Huang
Rong tried biting her tongue, but the slightest pain caused her strength to vanish. At this point, she was helpless, and her body was already under Zhao Zhijing's control. Her beautiful, flawless body was being wantonly played with; she wanted to cry but had no tears, felt utterly ashamed, and could only close her eyes and let him have his way
for now. Seeing that Huang Rong seemed to have given up resisting, Zhao Zhijing kissed her. Huang Rong was powerless to resist and could only let his foul breath seal her trembling, pink lips.
At this moment, Huang Rong's limbs were weak, but her movements were still unimpeded. She noticed Zhao Zhijing's large hand sliding into her snowy thighs, caressing her vulva, and involuntarily reached out to stop him. Unexpectedly, Zhao Zhijing had released the acupoints precisely for this purpose. Seeing Huang Rong's attempts to stop him, he deliberately used tricks to provoke her, only to break through her defenses at the last moment, gradually taking over her intimate area.
Huang Rong, with her keen senses, quickly realized Zhao Zhijing's scheme. Knowing he intended to toy with her, she endured the humiliation and completely gave up resistance.
At this moment, Huang Rong's mind, guided by Zhao Zhijing, was distracted; her previous strong will to die had diminished considerably, and she began to seek a way to escape. This shift in mindset weakened her desire to die and rekindled her will to live. Zhao Zhijing
observed Huang Rong's expression, knowing her will to die had been broken, and secretly chuckled, his plan succeeding. He then put Huang Rong down, glanced at Da Wu, and seeing his angry glare, couldn't help but feel smug. He thought to himself, "This is exactly what I wanted; it'll be more fun this way." He lewdly laughed, "Boy, wait and see what I'm capable of. I'll teach you how to serve a woman. Maybe you'll even have a chance to serve Madam Guo someday, haha."
With that, he undressed and got into bed, spreading Huang Rong's legs to reveal her pink and tender vulva. He first carefully played with her vulva, then gently parted the two petals to reveal her full, glistening clitoris.
When his fingers touched the clitoris, Zhao Zhijing sensed Huang Rong's body tremble slightly as if in response. He knew this was a woman's most sensitive spot, and seeing that Huang Rong was no exception, he leaned in and gently breathed on it, stimulating the clitoris to tremble slightly. At the same time, he noticed that Huang Rong's body tensed up slightly, and her pink petals secreted a little bit of crystalline nectar. Zhao Zhijing exclaimed, "What beautiful petals! Hehe, kid, watch closely as I do it."
He then took the jade bead into his mouth, lightly sweeping it with his tongue, swirling and teasing it. After only four or five circles, her beautiful body trembled, her labia slightly parted, releasing a gush of creamy white fluid.
Zhao Zhijing, with his mouth and tongue, quickly finished the fluid, then gave her a close kiss. At this moment, Zhao Zhijing sensed that Huang Rong's body seemed to be losing control, making a gesture of effort to lift herself up in anticipation, as if expecting a more intimate and deeper encounter.
Seeing this, Zhao Zhijing naturally understood Huang Rong's body's intentions. Having been involved in the world of pleasure for a long time, he was intimately familiar with a woman's physical reactions. He knew that although Huang Rong's mind still resisted, her body's instincts had softened. He immediately rubbed his lips against her vulva, his tongue probing inside, lightly teasing the walls.
Unconsciously, Huang Rong arched her back and lifted her hips, desperately offering her vulva. Her mind was filled with hatred, anger, anxiety, and shame—hatred at Zhao Zhijing's shameless scheme, anger at her body's disobedience, anxiety at her own frivolousness, and shame at her current humiliation and helplessness. Her thoughts were chaotic and complex, yet her body involuntarily yielded.
Zhao Zhijing, however, ignored this. He was currently busy using both his mouth and tongue to tease her vulva as much as possible, carefully sensing Huang Rong's arching back and contracting her abdomen, while deliberately sucking on her petals and pulling back, intentionally creating intense stimulation. From Huang Rong's instinctive, somewhat awkward reaction, Zhao Zhijing was quite certain that Huang Rong was still quite naive about sex. Although she is now a mother of three
, Huang Rong and Guo Jing's relationship in bed was quite harmonious. Guo Jing, a hero of his generation, had experienced many adventures and possessed exceptional physical abilities; it could be said that Huang Rong was very satisfied with him before.
However, both Huang Rong and Guo Jing were gentlemen, especially Guo Jing. Although he was steady and reliable, he was rather dull in matters of the heart, and his methods in bed were somewhat limited. Although Huang Rong had some romantic flair, she found it difficult to express herself in front of the dull-witted Guo Jing. Thus, she naturally found it hard to resist Zhao Zhijing's romantic techniques. Sure enough
, as Zhao Zhijing withdrew his lips from her vulva, slightly pulling away from her beautiful opening, Huang Rong's body immediately and instinctively arched itself even higher, refusing to pull away for even a moment.
Zhao Zhijing reached out and supported Huang Rong, who was almost bent over backwards, and laughed, "Madam, are you comfortable? Keep it like this. I have more tricks up my sleeve; please instruct me."
As he spoke, Zhao Zhijing supported Huang Rong's slender waist with one hand, while his other hand wandered over her petals and clitoris. His fingers then gradually slid to her vulva, caressing her lips, while he carefully observed Huang Rong's exquisitely seductive state. Gradually, as Huang Rong's body reacted more strongly, Zhao Zhijing calmly inserted his fingers into her opening, gently kneading and twisting the tender flesh, layer by layer, deepening the stimulation.
Soon, he felt Huang Rong's vulva spasm and contract, her love juice thickening, and another wave of warm, moist fluid gushed out.
At the same time, Zhao Zhijing finally heard Huang Rong let out an uncontrollable, delicate, and beautiful moan of shy resentment.
Hearing the sound, Zhao Zhijing saw a slight blush rise to Huang Rong's pale face and smiled, "Madam, it's natural for women to moan in bed. If it feels good, moan; moaning makes it even better. Why don't you give it a try?" Sensing that Huang Rong's pleasure was about to reach its peak, Zhao Zhijing increased the stimulation of his fingers as he spoke.
Sure enough, a moment later, Huang Rong let out an uncontrollable cry of pleasure with this climax: "Ah... ahh... no..."
Accompanied by a violent tremor, Huang Rong could no longer support her body, her fair skin limp against Zhao Zhijing's arm.
Zhao Zhijing was overjoyed. He knew that Huang Rong's strong physical reaction indicated two things: first, she was sensitive; second, she rarely engaged in sexual activity. More importantly, Huang Rong had clearly not been sexually awakened and lacked experience with various erotic techniques, making her naturally unable to resist his methods.
To fully explore Huang Rong's potential and stimulate her natural instincts, Zhao Zhijing restrained his urge to thrust forcefully. He gently laid Huang Rong's soft body flat; she had just experienced two orgasms and needed tender caresses. Zhao Zhijing withdrew his hands, caressing her breasts and her hips and feet.
This caressing relieved Huang Rong's fatigue after her orgasms and simultaneously transmitted the lingering pleasure to every inch of her skin.
This delicate and fresh beauty was an experience Huang Rong had never had before, making her unable to control herself, moaning softly and wetly, having already forgotten that she shouldn't make such shameful sounds in front of this scoundrel.
At the same time, Zhao Zhijing carefully observed Huang Rong's subtle reactions, gently kissing her earlobe, slowly licking her cheek, and softly nibbling her nose.
Then, he gradually slid to her lips, lips to lips, rubbing gently. Tongues to tongue, intertwining and enticing.
Suddenly, his tongue probed into Huang Rong's mouth, teasing her quickly, as if trying to entice her shy, fragrant tongue to follow. Seeing her delicate tongue resisting shyly, he patiently sucked and gently guided it, gradually taking the soft, tender tip into his mouth. Zhao Zhijing then closed his lips, holding her tongue and savoring it. Her tongue shyly retreated, and Zhao Zhijing chased after it again, continuing his game of alternating tenderness and playfulness.
These gentle methods made Huang Rong feel as if she were floating on clouds, ethereal and otherworldly. Her face flushed with shyness,
a hint of weariness and sorrow rising within her. Zhao Zhijing looked at Huang Rong's expression, a mixture of joy and sorrow, a bitter and aggrieved look, and knew she was struggling and conflicted. He couldn't help but feel a pang of pity.
However, Zhao Zhijing's resolve remained firm. Seeing that Huang Rong's beauty had accumulated to a point where he could fully appreciate it, he grasped her fragrant feet with both hands, lifted and opened her long, beautiful legs, placing them on his shoulders. With one hand controlling his spear, he parted her labia with the other. Huang Rong's body seemed to sense the crucial moment approaching, and she proactively opened her petals, her snowy hips slightly protruding forward, as if saying, "Come on, come on. "
Zhao Zhijing, however, was in no hurry to penetrate. He carefully and gently teased her petals with his glans, patiently enticing her to twist her hips and arch her back, inducing her to involuntarily let out suppressed moans.
"Ah, no... ah," Huang Rong's small hands gripped the muddy, soft mattress tightly, her breasts and jade-like belly heaving, her beautiful eyes sparkling, her snow-white face like a rosy cloud.
Huang Rong's hips seemed to open and close, her fragrant feet rising and falling. Her small hands couldn't help but reach for her entrance, sometimes opening, sometimes closing, seemingly wanting to guide Zhao Zhijing's precious rod, yet also hesitant, finally resting on the soft, fine, smooth pubic hair, tangled in a complexion.
Having teased Huang Rong enough, Zhao Zhijing knew he had enough. He grabbed Huang Rong's small hand and deliberately guided it to his penis. Her hand trembled at the touch, trying to pull away, but was firmly held in place by his large hand. She could only slowly, softly, and timidly caress his shaft, feeling its heat and sensing its powerful, menacing presence.
Unconsciously, her soft, timid touch transformed into a firm grasp on his penis.
So big, so thick, so hot… Huang Rong realized her sudden thoughts, and her beautiful vulva blushed with desire.
Finally, guided by his large hand, her small hand slowly, pushing and trembling, guided the almost too-to-grasp penis apart her petals to her entrance, inserting it into her shy, tense vulva.
As the glans, the size of an egg, soaked in glistening jade fluid, slid into her beautiful orifice, Huang Rong couldn't help but let out her first moan: "Ah, so beautiful!"
Zhao Zhijing patiently observed, controlling his own weapon. The moment the glans entered, he felt the tight embrace and the sudden attraction deep within, causing him to almost instantly lose control, exclaiming, "Ah, truly a most beautiful orifice!" Suppressing the
urge to ejaculate by contracting his anus and abdomen, Zhao Zhijing noticed that Huang Rong, while holding her weapon in one hand, was involuntarily touching her breasts with the other, gently pinching her pink nipples. Her pretty face was flushed with desire, glistening with fragrant sweat, her brows slightly furrowed, seemingly in slight pain, yet also experiencing unparalleled pleasure. She seemed to be trying hard to restrain herself, yet also unable to control her emotions. It was a complex and indescribable experience.
As Zhao Zhijing admired Huang Rong's alluring beauty, he gradually inserted his penis. When it was nearly halfway in, he felt the exquisite sensation of her vagina being filled and pushed against him, the layers of flesh rolling and pushing deeper into her. At the same time, a strong attraction seemed to emanate from within. With this combination of pushing and sucking, Huang Rong's small hands gently supported his penis, feeling it slowly slide past her palms until it was completely swallowed by her vagina.
When her hands touched the base of her testicles, sensing the two large, soft balls, she naturally grasped one and played with it, while her other hand followed, grasping the other.
At this moment, Zhao Zhijing, under the dual stimulation of Huang Rong's unparalleled allure and the captivating embrace of her exquisite vagina, almost ejaculated again.
Layers of tightly wrapped, writhing flesh rippled across the shaft, the untouched depths seemingly drawing in again and again. Zhao Zhijing had never encountered such a beautiful orifice before. Recalling the legends, he thought to himself, "Could this be the most beautiful 'dragon sucking water' in the world? Indeed, it is no less exquisite than the Little Dragon Girl's 'Spring Pearl'."
Zhao Zhijing had lived a fulfilling life, having slept with two of the most beautiful women in the world; his life had not been in vain.
At this moment, Zhao Zhijing felt his ejaculation gates loosening, and hurriedly grasped Huang Rong's small hand, making her temporarily release his limp penis.
Huang Rong, her reason shattered, her body completely out of control, obediently moved her small hand to Zhao Zhijing's lower abdomen, caressing his slightly relaxed belly.
Gritting his teeth and holding on for a while, Zhao Zhijing finally managed to suppress the urge to ejaculate. Then, adjusting his breathing, he controlled his penis, slowly withdrawing it halfway, exhaling slowly, and then slowly pushing it back in.
Mastering the rhythm, his penis moved in and out, from slow to fast, then from fast to slow, gradually changing speed, occasionally shifting angles, flicking left and right, thrusting upwards and twisting downwards, making the beautiful Huang Rong lose her mind, shaking her head and twisting her shoulders, letting out moans.
"Ahhh, I'm going to... I'm going to die, ahhh---"
Huang Rong groaned uncontrollably, her small hands clenching in mid-air as if grasping at a lifeline.
Zhao Zhijing listened to her beautiful moans, his eyes filled with a mixture of joy and sorrow, his hands playing with her unparalleled beauty, his spear thrusting into her moist treasure hole.
This pleasure reached its peak, sensing the collapse of Huang Rong's vaginal fluids twice in succession, he thrust back and forth a hundred times, finally unable to hold on any longer, he thrust hard to the deepest point, his ejaculation released, he opened his mouth and ejaculated.
Zhao Zhijing's penis was a little short of Huang Rong's flower core, which was opening and closing as if it were quite expectant of his glans penetrating a little deeper, so that they could make intimate contact. Unfortunately, it was still a little short in the end, but fortunately, the ejaculated semen hit the flower core all at once, one after another, like beads of water, hitting the flower core, making the flower core bloom, and the vaginal fluid gushed out again. Their shots mingled ... "
Ah ... Though she hated the scoundrel's adultery, the long-awaited emptiness was instantly dispelled, and the pleasurable sensation was undeniable. Reason slowly returned as the pleasure subsided, but her body seemed still lost in the unprecedented afterglow. Zhao Zhijing paused briefly, then covered Huang Rong's body. He then ordered the guards to come in and take away the stunned Da Wu, and arranged for water to be prepared for a bath. Huang Rong, hidden under the covers, no longer harbored any thoughts of death. Listening to the comings and goings in the room, and Zhao Zhijing's instructions, she couldn't stop the tears from flowing, weeping silently. After a while, the room quieted down. Zhao Zhijing opened the covers and said, "Madam Guo, come down and bathe." Although her body was filthy and muddy, Huang Rong refused to obey Zhao Zhijing's orders, turning over and refusing to respond. Zhao Zhijing reached out and pulled her into his arms. After struggling a few times, Huang Rong knew she couldn't break free, so she had no choice but to give up. She opened her eyes and said coldly, "What else do you want?" "Haha, of course, it's to share a bed and life with my wife from now on." Seeing Huang Rong turn away in shame and anger, but now that she was willing to speak, he felt reassured and laughed, "Let's not talk about that now, who knows what the future holds. Come, bathe and change, we'll go downstairs for dinner and talk slowly." "I can do it myself." Huang Rong remembered that she had the secret medicine from Peach Blossom Island in her bag, and she already had a plan to escape. She decided to endure the humiliation and wait for an opportunity to retaliate and avenge today's humiliation. Hearing this, she got up and went into the bathroom. Just as she was about to close the door, Zhao Zhijing stretched out his foot to block her way and followed with a grin, "Together, otherwise we'll have to boil water again." "Then you wash." Huang Rong said coldly, turning to leave. “Madam, come on.” Zhao Zhijing dropped the “Guo” part and teased, “Bathing together is a wonderful thing, has Madam never experienced it before?” As he spoke, he picked Huang Rong up by the waist and put her into the tub, then jumped in himself. The bathhouse was set up with single tubs, so the two had to squeeze together. Although Huang Rong was embarrassed and annoyed, she had no choice but to let him do as he pleased again. The two sat facing each other, their bodies touching. Zhao Zhijing praised her while playing with her, thoroughly washing Huang Rong inside and out. Huang Rong frowned, closed her eyes, and gritted her teeth in shame, trying hard to suppress the urge to curse. She resigned herself to her fate, and soon she was almost aroused again by his teasing. “Why did you come here?” Huang Rong asked, trying her best to control the pleasure coming from her private parts while trying to distract herself from the feeling of her body almost losing control. "Ah, I've come to take Yelü Qi to Dadu," Zhao Zhijing said with a smile. "Madam is truly breathtakingly beautiful." Huang Rong's heart stirred, but she pretended not to hear his flirtatious words and asked, "When did you start working for the Mongols?" Zhao Zhijing smiled without answering, having finished washing her private parts, he suddenly picked her up and flipped her over, making her kneel on the edge of the tub, his hands reaching out to lift her slender waist and buttocks. When Huang Rong heard that Zhao Zhijing's purpose was related to Yelü Qi, she couldn't help but think of using this man to find a way to rescue Yelü Qi. Considering that Dawu was also now under attack, she decided to go along with it. Since her body was already in this state, she could only pretend to comply for the time being and slowly devise a plan to escape. "Well, I don't work for the Mongols. However, this matter is complicated now." Zhao Zhijing said as he acted, one hand carefully caressing her anus, the other hand producing a thin bamboo tube from somewhere, waiting for her anus to relax slightly before slowly inserting it. "Ah--, what are you doing?" Huang Rong was startled to find a foreign object inserted into her anus and hurriedly reached out to stop it. "Don't panic, it's just a little cleaning. Ah, has Madam never cleaned this place before?" Zhao Zhijing calmly pushed aside Huang Rong's obstruction and continued to slowly push the bamboo tube in. The bamboo tube was very thin, so Huang Rong didn't feel any pain. However, this was the first time such a private place had been penetrated by a foreign object, and Huang Rong was both ashamed and angry: "You wicked villain, what nonsense are you talking about? Who, who knows how to clean this place?" After saying that, seeing Zhao Zhijing's mocking expression, she couldn't help but add: "At most, at most, just wiping the outside." "Haha, Madam is indeed somewhat ignorant. It seems that no one taught Madam the way of cleaning when she was young." He paused slightly after saying that. He knew that Guo Jing had passed away, and now Huang Rong was lonely and empty, and he had already decided to win Huang Rong over. Seeing Huang Rong's disdainful expression, and wanting to persuade her, he patiently added, "Madam, you must know that there are two places on the human body for excretion. The first is naturally the urethra, but urine is made of water, so it can be excreted naturally. The other is the anus. You should know that after each excretion, some residue is left behind. This residue cannot flow out naturally like water, and over time it accumulates in the anus, transforming into various toxins. These toxins are especially harmful to women. If they are not cleaned regularly, not only will they easily develop diseases, but they will also affect their appearance." Although it was the first time Huang Rong had heard such a theory, she found it quite reasonable. However, this was, after all, a woman's shameful place, and it was difficult to accept even being seen by others, let alone having it penetrated and cleaned. Even though Huang Rong was now feigning compliance and letting him do as he pleased, she was still filled with shame and said in a trembling voice, "You, you, even if, even so, I can do it myself." "Haha, Madam, it is a rare pleasure for this humble Taoist to do things for you, so please don't refuse. After cleaning up in a moment, you will know how comfortable it is," Zhao Zhijing laughed.

The bamboo tube was now inserted, with only a small portion protruding. Initially, there was little discomfort, but now there was no unpleasant sensation. Instead, there seemed to be a subtle swelling, as if layers of flesh were writhing within her passage, creating a strange feeling. Although Huang Rong blushed with shame, since she was powerless to stop him, she could only pretend not to see and let him be.
Seeing that her body was slightly stiff, but she was now burying her head in shame, Zhao Zhijing chuckled inwardly and began to proceed with ease.
He first injected some liquid into the bamboo tube from a medicine pot he had prepared sometime earlier. Huang Rong didn't know what it was, only that it was sticky and made her intestines feel a slight urge to defecate, so she had to tighten her abdomen and anus, forcibly enduring it.
Seeing this, Zhao Zhijing laughed, "Madam, there's no need to be tense, just relax a little." But how could the shameful Huang Rong listen? Seeing that her buttocks were still tightly locked around her anus, he gently raised his hand and slapped Huang Rong's snow-white, plump buttocks, creating a wave of movement. Smiling, he said, "Relax a little, or you'll break it."
Huang Rong was a little scared upon hearing this. She didn't believe the bamboo tube would really break, but she was afraid Zhao Zhijing was deliberately causing trouble, so she had no choice but to relax a little. However, her body's reaction wasn't something that could be relaxed immediately; instead, she became even more tense due to the fright.
Zhao Zhijing was also somewhat helpless, knowing that Huang Rong was too tense at the moment, so he had no choice but to let her be.
Zhao Zhijing slowed down his movements and caressed her a little, and Huang Rong's stiff body gradually relaxed. Seeing this, Zhao Zhijing pulled out the bamboo tube and took out a brush with a movable sleeve, saying, "Relax a little."
Huang Rong felt the bamboo tube withdraw and thought it was finally over, so she breathed a sigh of relief. Unexpectedly, he immediately told her to relax again. At this moment, she was too ashamed to look back, so upon hearing his voice, she had no choice but to relax her anus as much as possible again. Zhao Zhijing first slowly pushed the sleeve into the dilated anus, then inserted a brush through the sleeve into the anus, cleaning Huang Rong's anus.
This cleaning was almost like finger play. Huang Rong initially felt uncomfortable and resistant, but soon she felt a strange pleasure rising within her anus. She naturally didn't know that Zhao Zhijing's methods of seduction were varied. The fluid injected earlier was partly for cleaning, and partly contained an aphrodisiac, intended to increase the sensitivity of her anus. As Zhao Zhijing cleaned and applied the fluid, trying to cover the intestinal wall as much as possible, he carefully observed Huang Rong's reaction. Seeing
that Huang Rong's beautiful buttocks began to involuntarily twitch slightly, he knew that she had begun to experience pleasure from her anus. Feeling that the cleaning had not been missed, he deliberately pulled the brush out suddenly, causing Huang Rong's body to tremble violently and let out a soft moan.
"Is it beautiful, Madam?" Zhao Zhijing chuckled.
Huang Rong naturally refused to answer, so Zhao Zhijing inserted the bamboo tube again and continued to pour water until it overflowed.
Huang Rong had indeed felt a strange sense of beauty, especially the moment the brush was withdrawn; her anus was stimulated and writhed, almost producing an orgasm similar to that of her vagina. However, as the brush was quickly withdrawn, this pleasure subsided, leaving Huang Rong feeling quite empty and restless.
Fortunately, Zhao Zhijing then slowly poured water in, which slightly relieved that restlessness. As more and more water was poured in, her anus expanded, causing Huang Rong to gradually feel the urge to defecate, which grew stronger and stronger. When the water finally overflowed, Zhao Zhijing used something to plug her anus, and Huang Rong felt the urge to defecate was so strong that she almost lost control. Finally, unable to hold back her embarrassment, she said, "Ah, you, you get out quickly, I, I, I need to..." but she couldn't bring herself to say the words "defecate."
Zhao Zhijing patiently observed from behind, how could he not know Huang Rong's physical reactions? Seeing that Huang Rong had been holding back for so long and seemed about to lose control, he supported her hips, carrying her to the bedpan as if helping a baby urinate, and said with a smile, "Madam, don't hold it in anymore, let it out."
Huang Rong was so ashamed that her limbs went weak and she was unable to struggle. She could only tremble and say, "You, you, you don't have to humiliate me like this. Get out, I'll do it myself. Ah, please." By the end, she was sobbing.
Zhao Zhijing was now using all sorts of methods to completely conquer Huang Rong, so he was unwilling to give up. Hearing this, he smiled and said, "This is a cleansing and beautiful thing, Madam, you don't need to feel ashamed. Now I will help you clean up. This excretion is a necessary process, and the cleaning is not yet complete."
"Ah, you, you lecherous thief, how much more do you want to humiliate me like this..." Huang Rong felt her abdomen swell like a drum, and she almost lost control several times.
"The first time, you need to clean and excrete at least three to five times. After that, once a day is enough."
"Ah, no!" Huang Rong suddenly covered her mouth with her hand and cried out. Almost simultaneously, her anus suddenly went out of control, gushing out a basin of yellowish soup mixed with filth...
"Look how filthy it is," Zhao Zhijing deliberately continued to provoke Huang Rong.
Huang Rong's face turned pale and then flushed, tears streaming down her face in shame and embarrassment: "You, you lecherous scoundrel, all you do is humiliate me!"
"Madam, how can this be humiliation? You've truly wronged me with my good intentions." Seeing that she seemed on the verge of collapse, Zhao Zhijing dared not provoke her further and comforted her, "The first time is always like this, Madam, there's no need to be too distressed. However, everything has a first time, Madam just needs to get through this hurdle and it will feel better."
At this moment, the stench had gradually dissipated, slowly permeating the air. Zhao Zhijing then moved it to the outer room, had it removed, and then brought over several chamber pots. Huang Rong lay prone in the bathtub, feeling ashamed and indignant to the point of wanting to die. Unfortunately, at this moment, she had no control over her life or death; her sorrow was truly indescribable.
"Just two more times, Madam. It's not too dirty here, which shows that you take good care of yourself," Zhao Zhijing comforted her. "
What are you saying?" Huang Rong retorted, both ashamed and angry. "You...you still dare to say that!"
She endured the humiliation with her buttocks raised; things had come to this point, so of course, she wanted it over quickly. Huang Rong was now completely cooperative. After a short rest, Huang Rong calmed down a bit. After the first time, she had resigned herself to her fate. Now she only wanted it to end quickly so she could regain some dignity.
She then expelled two more basins of urine. By the fourth time, the excrement was completely clear water.
Zhao Zhijing laughed heartily at this, and while Huang Rong was still in the position of waiting with her buttocks raised, he inserted something else into her. However, he then used a bath towel to lift her out of the tub and gently dried her, letting Huang Rong know that this humiliation was finally over.
This chrysanthemum-themed cleansing was indeed humiliating for Huang Rong, but to be honest, she did feel a unique refreshing beauty afterward. It seemed that after such a thorough cleansing, her already delicate and fair skin became even more supple and translucent.
Huang Rong didn't know whether to be happy or not. Torn between these feelings, she forcefully grabbed the towel, pushed away Zhao Zhijing who was playing with and wiping her, and turned to dry herself. Zhao Zhijing didn't stop her, stopping to admire her beautiful figure as she dried herself. When she finished, he smiled and said, "Madam, there's still me."
Huang Rong's feelings at that moment were unclear; seeing her hesitate for a moment, she obediently began to dry Zhao Zhijing.
Zhao Zhijing himself put on a Taoist robe, while Huang Rong received a long, emerald-green dress. Huang Rong knew he would surely have other ways to humiliate her, but for now, she could only let him have his way. So she stopped futilely resisting and obediently put on the dress, and the two went downstairs hand in hand for dinner.
At this moment, Huang Rong revealed her true appearance. The emerald green dress perfectly complemented her temperament, and the beauty, fresh from her bath, radiated a sense of clarity and vitality. Her appearance upon descending the stairs immediately stunned everyone present.
Although Zhao Zhijing was a despicable character, his appearance was undeniably striking. It seemed his claim to be the number one master of the third generation of the Quanzhen Sect was indeed well-deserved. He wore his hair loosely in a bun, a loose Taoist robe, and with his refined and handsome demeanor, he resembled a sage, standing quite appropriately next to Huang Rong. However, it seemed somewhat inappropriate for a monk to be with a beautiful woman.
Huang Rong, fearing someone might recognize her, carefully looked around before letting out a sigh of relief.
In truth, Huang Rong was unaware that even if acquaintances encountered her at this moment, they probably wouldn't dare to recognize her immediately. After a night of passionate lovemaking, first being quenched by a vigorous young man, and then nourished by Zhao Zhijing's renowned "White Dragon Spear," Huang Rong's eyes were now brimming with spring, and her figure was graceful and alluring. Having spent the entire night with her lower body, the friction from walking inevitably caused her some discomfort, making her gait all the more alluring. Her face and skin, moisturized by the man, resembled that of a baby, a stark contrast to her usual dignified image; she was practically unrecognizable.
Huang Rong had regained her strength and could have committed suicide at any time. But at this moment, all she could think about was how to use this person to save others and how to escape and take revenge. She no longer thought about the nonsense of wishing she were dead.

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