Song of Crossroads 1

Chapter 1: The plot, which can be ignored
, is dark and chaotic... like a mountain pressing down on Wang Qi's body, his limbs feeling as if bound by ropes, unable to move.
His body is in a deep sleep, yet his consciousness is acutely aware of his powerlessness. He tries to open
his eyes, but to no avail. He hears rustling sounds, and upon closer listening... he hears numerous eerie and sinister laughs.
In his dazed state, Wang Qi oscillates between wakefulness and sleep, seemingly asleep yet able to see countless dark shadows, grinning maliciously as they slowly approach him.
"Ah..."
Wang Qi suddenly struggles awake, wiping a handful of cold sweat from his face, his entire body drenched in cold sweat.
Pale-faced, Wang Qi recalls the almost sleep paralysis-like dream he just had, and a silent terror washes over him.
This isn't the first time. Wang Qi gasps for breath, trying to calm himself, his gaze unconsciously sweeping over the camera on his bedside table, his eyes complex and dark, then gradually turning sinister.
"Damn it...go to hell, huff huff."
The reason was unclear, but it was obvious it was because of the camera. Looking at it, a nameless rage suddenly ignited within him. He grabbed the camera and hurled it forcefully against the corner of the wall. The sudden force made Wang Qi gasp for breath, his voice like a roar of a beast.
"Damn it...damn it..."
After throwing the camera, Wang Qi's nameless rage subsided, his mind clearing instantly. He immediately regretted his actions. He quickly jumped out of bed and carefully picked up the camera, dusting it off and checking for any damage.
"Thank goodness..."
Wang Qi was relieved. The camera was still intact, without even a scratch. Wang Qi carefully used the corner of his shirt to wipe it clean. This camera was connected to him and Ning Feiya; if anything changed because of it, he would definitely regret it to death.
"Heh...didn't I make up my mind that I'd never regret it?"
Wang Qi chuckled self-deprecatingly. Ever since he and Ning Feiya took Tang Rou under their control and wantonly violated her two days ago, countless strange phenomena had occurred to him. Suddenly
, everything went black before his eyes, countless images flashing fragmented and incomprehensible. Sometimes it was like being trapped in a dream, bizarre and fantastical events unfolding around him, yet he could only watch, unable to do anything about it. At other times, a strange rage rose within him, making him want to tear apart and destroy everything he saw. At other
times, he felt trapped in a purgatory abyss, surrounded by countless evil spirits who seemed to be dragging him into the deepest hell. Whenever this happened, beastly roars, seemingly from nowhere, would echo in his ears, sometimes ferocious and evil, sometimes mournful and sorrowful, sometimes furious and arrogant.
Strangely, despite knowing that the recurring beastly roars were no ordinary event, Wang Qi felt a strange sense of familiarity deep within him. He wasn't particularly afraid; rather, it was the eerie, ghostly laughter, just like before, that instilled a secret dread in him.
These strange phenomena, though not outwardly visible, caused Wang Qi to frequently become absent-minded and distracted. Ning Feiya noticed this and showered him with gentle concern and concern. But Wang Qi wouldn't reveal any of this, so he simply gave falsehoods and brushed it off. Although Ning Feiya was naturally perceptive, she had no intention of delving deeper into Wang Qi's behavior, letting him gloss over it, though her own thoughts grew increasingly tender and attentive.
Wang Qi could only respond with a wry smile, feeling as if he had brought this upon himself. His frequent absent-mindedness led Ning Feiya to believe that he had been indulging in excessive sexual activity recently, harming his health. Therefore, she had given him a two-day break to recuperate and forbade him from seeing her.
His thoughts swirled, finally settling into a faint, bitter smile. He shook his head, picked up a small jade bottle from the bedside table, and uncorked it. Instantly
, a unique fragrance filled the room. Shaking the bottle intensified the aroma. Taking a small sniff, he felt refreshed, as if a cool breeze was washing over his entire body.
He poured out a pill, the size of a soybean, crystal clear and clearly not an ordinary object. Gazing at the pill, he recalled Ning Feiya handing it to him, casually mentioning it was a tonic, to take as much as he wanted, and to ask her for more if needed.
Wang Qi naturally knew the origin of these medicines; they were clearly divine elixirs made from the rare and precious herbs treasured by Long Aotian. This was because when Ning Feiya asked Long Aotian for permission on the phone, he was currently on top of his fairy master's perfect body, writhing and conquering.
Wang Qi was well aware of the beauty's kindness, but remained silent. After swallowing the pill, he waited for its effects to take hold. Moments later, he was drenched in sweat, and tiny specks of black grime were expelled from his pores. Feeling the medicinal power cleansing his body, Wang Qi left the room to practice his martial arts.
Once midnight tonight, these two dreaded holidays would be over. Before that… Wang Qi needed to recover his health… to prepare for the great battle. …
“Knock knock knock…”
“Feiya, I’m here…”
After knocking, Long Aotian stood quietly outside the door, his face like jade, a smile playing on his lips, but his inherent arrogance remained unchanged. A white stand-up collar Zhongshan suit added a touch of refinement to his already imposing figure. A long luxury car was parked not far away, and two women in black suits stood solemnly beside it. If this scene were seen by the girls in the school, they would clearly be the epitome of a modern-day gentleman, likely eliciting screams of infatuation.
The door slowly opened, and a pretty little head poked out. Her pure and innocent face was none other than Tang Rou.
"Brother Aotian, wait a minute, Sister Feiya isn't ready yet."
"Rou'er, you look very beautiful today."
"Uh... no way, Brother Aotian, if you say that to me, Rou'er will feel very guilty."
Long Aotian's praise was not without reason. She wore a moon-white dress with intricate pleats on the cuffs and hem. Her long black hair was styled into two ponytails, bobbing up and down on either side of her head. She wore a small moon-white lace hat, which, combined with Tang Rou's pure and innocent face, made her look as cute as a doll. The hem of her dress only reached her knees, revealing her slender legs. She wore a pair of strappy sandals with spiral straps that bound her legs together. Her jade-like toenails were painted with pink nail polish, adding a touch of playful elf-like charm. But what caught Long Aotian's attention even more was the alluring and voluptuous curves of Tang Rou's chest after she changed into a tighter outfit.
Hearing Long Aotian's praise, Tang Rou slowly lowered her head, her delicate neck flushed with shyness, her hands clasped together. Long Aotian assumed she was simply being coy, but he didn't see the complex, conflicted weight in her eyes beneath her lowered head.
"Brother Aotian, I'll talk to you later, I'll go upstairs and urge Sister Fei Ya."
After closing the door, listening to the hurried footsteps of the beauty running away, Long Aotian touched his nose and smiled helplessly.
Tang Rou ran into Ning Fei Ya's room, her nose twitching before she even spoke, her eyes slightly red, as if she were about to cry.
"What's wrong, Rou'er?"
Ning Fei Ya didn't turn around, focusing on applying light makeup in the mirror. Tang Rou's current state was clearly deliberate; how could she not know?
As expected, after Ning Feiya asked the question, Tang Rou couldn't help but rush behind Ning Feiya like a swallow returning to its nest, hugging her tightly and sobbing, "Big sister...big sister...Brother Aotian praised me, he said I looked very beautiful today...but...but...how could a lowly and filthy woman like Rou'er deserve Brother Aotian's praise? My sins have become even heavier, what should I do...sob sob."
She applied the last touch of lipstick to her lips, turning her originally cherry blossom-like lips into a vibrant red, revealing a slightly seductive smile. Her bright eyes gazed at her reflection in the mirror, but she said calmly, "If your sins have become heavier, just atone for them." "
But isn't Master not here? How can Rou'er atone for her sins?"
"There's a picture of your Master in that cabinet over there...you know what to do next, right?"
Upon hearing this, Tang Rou rushed to where Ning Feiya had mentioned. She opened the cabinet and saw stacks upon stacks of photos inside. After glancing at them, a bright blush involuntarily rose to Tang Rou's cheeks, as if she were shy and unable to contain herself. However, she carefully picked out a photo and held it as if it were a priceless treasure, staring at it intently. Her blush deepened, but the heavy sense of guilt in her eyes unconsciously dissipated, and instead, she revealed a strange, infatuated smile.
In the photo, she lies naked on her side on the ground, one leg bent limply, the other raised straight up. Her pink anus is being fucked into a fleshy hole, with strands of milky white semen constantly flowing out. Three fingers are inserted into her vagina, with circles of white foam smeared on the edges of the fingers, as if they have been stirred out. The owner of the fingers is kneeling beside her, one hand kneading her breasts, the other hand thrusting into her vagina. His old face is adorned with a lewd and obscene smile, while she, with a shy and lustful expression, raises her head, her red lips slightly parted, her red tongue swirling and licking the man's erect penis.
Looking at the photos of herself being raped and humiliated by Wang Qi in the mall, Tang Rou's breathing became increasingly rapid. Her high, full breasts trembled, and her legs unconsciously rubbed together. She murmured softly, "Master... Rou Rou misses you... I want to kiss you, touch your breasts, touch your pussy, fuck your hole... Rou Rou's filthy and lowly body can only be redeemed by being brutally fucked by your sacred big cock... Brother Aotian praised me today, Rou Rou's sins have increased... Master, Rou Rou is so sad, save Rou Rou... Fuck me... like in the mall... Press Rou Rou to the ground, fuck Rou Rou's three filthy and lowly holes..."
Ning Feiya turned around, looking at Tang Rou's infatuated appearance holding the photos and her lewd murmurs, her smile became even more enchanting: "Alright, Rou Rou, let's stop atoning for our sins here for now, don't keep your Brother Aotian waiting."
"Mmm...mmm...okay...okay."
Tang Rou readily agreed, but her eyes remained fixed on the photo, her legs moving faster and faster, her breathing becoming heavier. Ning Feiya gently shook her head, seemingly amused by Tang Rou's actions. She stood up, took the photo from Tang Rou's hand, put it back in the cabinet, then took Tang Rou's hand and led her towards the door.
"Don't act like a child, trying to atone...your master can come tonight, and then...you can atone however you want."
"Really?"
"Really..."
The words faded into the distance, but Tang Rou still looked back every few steps, reluctant to leave the cabinet.
The door opened again, and although Long Aotian was mentally prepared, he was still overwhelmed by the stunning sight before him.
Her hair was styled in a noblewoman's bun, she wore white jade earrings and an ice jade necklace, her lips were lightly made up, and she wore a gold and white cheongsam embroidered with a hundred birds and a phoenix pattern. She was incredibly noble and gorgeous. Her bright eyes were like flowing autumn water, and her crystal-clear snow-white skin seemed to glow. Her lips were slightly smiling, so elegant and dignified, even with a touch of fairy-like etherealness. With her light steps, her skirt trailed on the ground, making her look as beautiful and moving as a fairy walking in a celestial palace.
"Feiya, you're as beautiful as ever today. Looks like I've got a lot on my plate again."
"Yeah, it's a monthly gathering, how can I not dress up? Let's go, they should be here soon, don't keep them waiting."
After getting in the car, the three of them were speechless for a moment. Ning Feiya sat there with utmost poise, her graceful demeanor needless to say, while Tang Rou clung to Ning Feiya like a frightened rabbit. Long Aotian was captivated by the two women's beauty, looking left and right, marveling at his good fortune in winning the hearts of two women... Of course, Long Aotian would never have imagined that these two beauties who belonged to him had already been thoroughly enjoyed by a middle-aged man behind his back.
"Rou'er, what's wrong? You've been in the city for so many days, are you still not used to it?"
"It's...it's okay."
"Why are you hugging Fei Ya so tightly? I'm not going to eat you. Your brother Aotian hasn't had a heart-to-heart talk with you in a long time. Is the dress you're wearing the one you bought when you went shopping with Fei Ya last time?"
"Brother Aotian...you're naughty."
Looking at Tang Rou, who lowered her head shyly after just a few words, Long Aotian smiled bitterly again. He always felt that since the two girls went shopping together a couple of days ago, Tang Rou's shyness seemed to have deepened a lot. Although this only made Tang Rou look more beautiful and cute, it wasn't so wonderful for him as her boyfriend. Although they had confirmed their relationship, he felt that it was difficult to even start a conversation. However...looking at Tang Rou's shy and timid appearance, Long Aotian found it interesting.
Watching Ning Fei Ya, who was trying so hard to find topics and whose words were full of implied sweet nothings, she maintained her elegant and fairy-like appearance, but she smiled mischievously inside.
Looking at Tang Rou's lowered head, only Ning Feiya knew that besides shyness, something else was brewing within Tang Rou's heart.
In the past two days, although she hadn't been with Wang Qi, she hadn't been idle, manipulating and brainwashing Tang Rou in every way possible.
Now, whenever Long Aotian uttered a sweet word or gave her a gentle look, Tang Rou's guilt would surge rapidly, making her restless.
With her eyes slightly closed, Ning Feiya could even clearly sense the surging guilt within Tang Rou, like waves of silt filling her heart, causing pain, sorrow, and a twisted struggle. These negative emotions would then transform into a twisted hunger… a morbid hunger for atonement.
At these moments, Tang Rou's twisted and tormented soul seemed to transmit some energy to her. This energy was extremely mysterious, yet real and tangible. Consuming this energy continuously, Ning Feiya felt a smoky pleasure emanating from her, like drinking fine wine or savoring delicious food. Even her internal energy would improve slightly as a result. Realizing this, Ning Feiya deliberately maintained Tang Rou's agonizing struggle.
As she spoke, Tang Rou almost buried her head between her legs, her pink neck and cheeks flushed an unusual red. Long Aotian's eyes were practically glued to her. Only Ning Feiya could tell from Tang Rou's trembling legs that she was likely unable to suppress her morbid thirst, but couldn't vent it to atone for her sins. She could only quench her thirst by constantly recalling the scenes of being ridden and wantonly violated by Wang Qi a few days ago.
Long Aotian never imagined that Tang Rou, who seemed shy and timid after being teased by his sweet words, was actually radiating a glow because she was constantly replaying in her mind the memories of being raped and humiliated by other men.
What a masterpiece… Ning Feiya looked at the ever-changing scenery outside the car window, her ethereal smile momentarily turning alluring.
After getting out of the car, Long Aotian stepped out first, then stood elegantly like a gentleman. Tang Rou and Ning Feiya followed, each taking one of Long Aotian's arms as they slowly walked into the luxurious restaurant.
The envious and jealous glances from those around them made Long Aotian even more smug, but he didn't notice the look of timidity, pain, and a desperate, dreamy expression on Tang Rou's face, which was a mixture of longing and infatuation.
When they reached their destination and pushed open the door to the private room, they found it already filled with a group of beautiful women.
"Brother Tian, you're finally here... I've been starving!"
As soon as Aotian walked in with two beautiful women, Xiao Lingling ran over and pouted, feigning innocence. Her slightly pouting lips were truly endearing. Today, she was dressed in a simple white dress, looking almost like a porcelain doll. A hint of jealousy flickered in Xiao Lingling's eyes as she glanced at Tang Rou.
[She's wearing the same dress as me! How annoying... and she's clinging to Brother Tian like this... Damn milk cow, may your breasts sag soon!] Despite her resentment, Xiao Lingling, knowing Long Aotian's thoughts well, put on an innocent smile and greeted Tang Rou warmly. Then, as if they were old friends, she took Tang Rou's hand from Long Aotian's arm and pulled her aside to whisper amongst themselves.
Tang Rou was naturally delighted and followed Xiao Lingling. Ning Feiya was fully aware of Xiao Lingling's intentions, but she only smiled faintly and remained silent, letting Tang Rou leave. She continued to walk hand in hand with Long Aotian towards the main seat, while constantly greeting the other women in Long Aotian's harem.
Zhu Qingxuan, dressed in Hanfu palace attire, was as beautiful and charming as a lady stepping out of a painting. When she greeted Ning Feiya and Long Aotian, her voice was low. It was clear that Zhu Qingxuan was somewhat reluctant and uncomfortable with this harem gathering, not because she was embarrassed, but simply because she naturally disliked crowded occasions.
Seeing the two approach, Longyue Suzi bowed respectfully, appearing somewhat nervous. This was her first time attending Long Aotian's harem gathering. Her presence here was thanks to the Tang Rou incident. When she and Long Aotian visited Tang Rou at the Tang family home, she finally confessed her feelings and received the long-awaited recognition. However, this recognition still needed Ning Feiya's final confirmation, so how could she not be nervous?
"Suzi, this is our family banquet. We're all family, don't be nervous. You should learn from Lingling; look how at ease she is."
Ning Feiya simply smiled faintly, her few words effectively acknowledging her as the first wife. Longyue Suzi was overjoyed and didn't know what to say, only bowing repeatedly. Ning Feiya didn't seem to mind, maintaining her elegant smile. Long Aotian, on the other hand, was very pleased. In the past, getting Ning Feiya to acknowledge her qualifications was no easy task; it required numerous tests and assessments before she would accept it. On this point, Long Aotian's own word didn't count.
"Hello, elder sister."
"Hongxia, you've been quite busy lately, thank you for your hard work."
"It's all part of our family business, being busy is nothing. Elder sister, I found this at a used bookstore, a long-lost martial arts manual. I know you like these things, so I bought it as a gift for you."
"Hmm, thank you for your thoughtfulness."
Taking the manual, Ning Feiya smiled genuinely; the gift truly pleased her.
Seeing Ning Feiya's smile, the glamorous woman who handed over the gift also smiled happily. With her wavy, flowing hair, alluring features, model-like height, and curvaceous figure, she was as fiery and glamorous as her low-cut burgundy evening gown. Her expression was respectful towards Ning Feiya.
But only when she lowered her head and smiled faintly could one see a hint of arrogance and coldness, as if she had a strange resistance to Ning Feiya's regal demeanor.
After Ning Feiya and Long Aotian walked away, Li Hongxia watched Ning Feiya's retreating figure. Her bright eyes sparkled, and a smile played on her lips.
"Mom, Qi'er, what brings you here?"
"What's wrong? Qi'er missed her brother. I also thought it had been a long time since I'd seen you, so I came to see you."
It was Long Aotian who spoke. He looked at the intelligent and beautiful woman in front of him with surprise. Although she was nearly forty, time had not left a single mark on her. Instead, it had added to her elegance and charm. She wore gold-rimmed glasses, had an oval face, and a tall figure. She spoke softly and slowly, like a politician, as if she had to chew on each word three times before uttering it. But every word she spoke seemed to carry an invisible power, making people feel the strength contained within them.
"Qi'er, how have you been lately? Have you had any more illnesses?"
"Qi'er is fine... it's just that brother never comes to see me. Qi'er hates brother the most."
The speaker was a pale, beautiful young girl sitting in a wheelchair, pouting and complaining coquettishly, but her eyes were fixed on Long Aotian, seemingly unwilling to look away for a moment. Her gaze held a fiery intensity, making Long Aotian unconsciously feel awkward.
At times, Long Aotian felt that his younger sister was rather dangerous, so he casually changed the subject, thus officially announcing the start of this private banquet belonging to his Long Aotian harem.
Amidst the clinking of glasses, Ning Feiya, holding a wine glass, gazed at the women, unconsciously becoming somewhat dazed.
"So beautiful... I want to... dirty... destroy them all..." Although Ning Feiya was somewhat distracted, the others wouldn't let her off the hook, taking turns to toast and chat. Even the quiet Zhu Qingxuan was no exception, as this was a necessary ritual at this family banquet, representing her authority as the mistress of Long Aotian's harem.
Without rules, there can be no order, and in a powerful family like the Long family, this was even more unavoidable.
"Alright, stop for a moment. Now let's welcome our two new sisters. You should all be familiar with Suzi; she's been by Aotian's side for quite a while. I'm very happy that she's finally married... As for Rou'er, she's also a good girl, very pure-hearted. Please don't bully her."
As soon as Ning Feiya spoke, all the women quieted down. After she introduced the two women one by one, the women nodded and raised their glasses in a toast to welcome their new sisters. Although everyone was all smiles, presenting a harmonious harem image, what they truly thought was anyone's guess.
Tang Rou lowered her head, her face flushed, constantly raising her glass to respond to the overly affectionate greetings from the women around her. Her delicate body trembled slightly. Others thought she was just shy and nervous, but little did they know that each enthusiastic greeting only intensified the guilt within her, causing it to grow like weeds.
Ning Feiya knew Tang Rou was nearing her limit and tapped the table, saying, "Alright, Rou'er, you can't hold your liquor. You should stop now... Come on, Rou'er, let me take you to rest for a bit. Aotian, you chat with the other sisters. The sisters from the academy are fine, but Hongxia, Mom, and Qi'er rarely come."
With that, she helped the seemingly overintoxicated Tang Rou to the rest room next to the private room.
As soon as the thick soundproof door closed, the noisy atmosphere instantly turned into silence. Tang Rou's body trembled, and once it was completely quiet, she could no longer hold back and began to sob.
"Sister Fei Ya... I'm a sinner... Waaah... I'm a sinner, everyone is so kind to me... but I'm so filthy... my sins have deepened... Waaah."
"Alright... alright, stop crying, it's rare to be so happy today."
After being helped to the sofa by Ning Fei Ya, Tang Rou, still drunk, hugged her knees and buried her face between them, crying heartbrokenly. Ning Fei Ya seemed to be comforting her, but she was smiling broadly and looked quite cheerful.
"Sister Fei Ya... I want to atone for my sins... Please help me... Sister."
Raising her head, her eyes were completely red, tears streaming down her cheeks. Seeing Tang Rou's sorrowful appearance, Ning Fei Ya suddenly felt a surge of malice and shook her head, saying, "I can't right now... This isn't the right occasion." "
Waaah... Rou'er wants to atone for her sins... Rou'er is so filthy and despicable... She's clearly not clean anymore, yet she still deceives everyone... deceives Brother Ao Tian... Rou'er is so deeply sinful... Master, Rou'er misses you."
Hearing Ning Fei Ya's excuse, Tang Rou didn't suspect anything, but cried even more sorrowfully, repeatedly recounting the sins imposed upon her. In the end, her expression became dazed, her face pale and bloodless, filled with pain and self-reproach, looking like she was about to collapse.
Ning Feiya opened a bottle of red wine in the lounge, poured it into a glass, swirled it slightly, and brought it to her lips, seemingly savoring the aroma. However, her gaze was fixed on Tang Rou's pained face, a radiant smile playing on her lips.
"Master… Rou Rou misses you… misses your hands when you punished my shameful breasts…"
Tang Rou, increasingly dazed, seemed to be driven mad by her self-reproach and guilt, muttering to herself. Her hands reached to her breasts, kneading them vigorously in a self-destructive manner, her hips swaying, her legs pressed tightly together, rubbing against each other—she had begun to masturbate.
Ning Feiya downed her wine in one gulp, a seductive blush rising on her jade-like face. She chuckled foolishly, seemingly amused by Tang Rou's current state.
"Alright, seeing how pitiful you are, Rou'er, I'll help you. Otherwise, it wouldn't be good if someone came in and saw you like this."
Tang Rou took out her phone and dialed. Hearing Ning Feiya's voice, she looked at Wang Qi with expectant eyes, yearning for relief.
"Hello, Feiya."
"Yes, Qi'er... it's me. You must have been going crazy with this two-day holiday."
As soon as the call connected, Wang Qi couldn't wait to call out Ning Feiya's name. Ning Feiya smiled charmingly... seemingly happy about Wang Qi's anxiety. If anyone outside saw Ning Feiya's appearance at this moment, they would be guaranteed to get a lot of eyeballs. They would be shocked. Ning Feiya, who always presented herself as a fairy, someone to be admired from afar but not to be touched, actually had such a seductive look.
"Yes, I missed you."
"You're so cheeky... I missed you a little too... I really couldn't refuse the family dinner today, otherwise, I would have met you earlier, Qi'er."
"Family dinner? It's that cuckolded dragon's harem gathering, isn't it?"
At this point, Wang Qi's voice unconsciously carried a hint of contempt, and a little envy.
"Hehe... Qi'er, you're jealous... Don't worry, I'll let all the beauties meet you one by one in the future. Of course... I'll make them strip naked and stick their butts out so you can get to know them properly."
"Feiya... You said it, I'm waiting."
"Hmm... I won't forget what I promised, you old lecher... By the way, I have another beauty here who's been missing you like crazy and urgently needs some comforting."
Hearing Wang Qi's voice coming from the phone, Tang Rou's beautiful eyes were glazed over. She used both hands and feet to crawl over from the other end of the sofa, tilting her face up, her expression as mournful as an abandoned puppy. Seeing this, Ning Feiya chuckled and handed her the phone.
"Master... Rou Nu misses you... misses you so much."
"Rou Nu, how did it feel to meet your sisters with Fei Ya today?"
"Master, Rou Nu is almost going crazy. Rou Nu is so filthy and lowly, burdened with such great sins, how can I be worthy to be their sister... They were so good to me, and I still had to deceive them. Rou Nu's sins have deepened... Master, I miss you. When you're not by my side, when Rou Nu wants to atone, I can only fantasize about it by looking at the photos of you fucking Rou Nu. There's no way to actually atone... Rou Nu is almost going crazy."
"Hehe... So what do you want now?"
"Master, could you talk to Sister Fei Ya and ask her to let me leave first? I want to go to you to receive punishment, to properly atone for my sins, to purify Rou Nu's filthy and lowly body and soul."
"In that case... you must obey Fei Ya's orders, do not disobey, understand?"
"Waaah... I know, but Master, Rou Nu really needs you right now... otherwise I'm going crazy. Rou Nu just wants your sacred big cock to fuck Rou Nu's three lowly holes."
"Hmph, you think you have to be with me just because you want me... You need to recognize your place. You're just a lowly female slave burdened with sins. Only I can choose when to punish you, not you. Otherwise, you can forget about ever seeing me again, understand?"
"Waaah... I'm sorry, Master, I know I was wrong... I know I was wrong."
"Alright, since you've admitted your mistake, I'll punish you leniently. I'll punish you... you can't be fucked tonight." "No... Master, if you say that, Rou Nu will go crazy... Rou Nu is willing to do anything... Please, Master, fuck Rou Nu well."
Hearing Wang Qi say these words with a lewd smile, Tang Rou let out a dying animal's moan, constantly pleading and begging. Although her pure and innocent appearance and temperament remained the same, one lewd and obscene word after another kept coming out of Tang Rou's mouth. If Long Aotian accidentally heard a word or two, he would probably have a heart attack.
"Ugh... Ugh... I... I... Rou Nu will try her best to shake her buttocks and sway her waist... sway even more vigorously than Sister Fei Ya, and try to make you feel more comfortable, Master..."
"And what else..."
"I... I..."
Tang Rou, who was still a pure girl just two days ago, was no match for Wang Qi's lewd questions. She racked her brains but could only stammer in response, and tears streamed down her face again.
Just then, Ning Feiya heard footsteps approaching, and the voices grew louder. The one leading the way was none other than Long Aotian. He gestured to Tang Rou, who looked reluctantly at her phone. It was her only hope of escaping her torment of guilt, and she couldn't bear to let it go. Her eyes darted around a few times, and she ran towards the restroom with the phone in her hand, saying as she ran, "Master, wait a minute… Brother Aotian and the others are coming in. Rounu will hide in the restroom and continue talking to you."
As Tang Rou closed the restroom door, the door to the lounge opened, and everyone slipped in without missing a beat. Xiao Lingling circled around Long Aotian, then came in and said to Ning Feiya, "Sister Feiya, you sang! You sang… I've never heard you sing before."
"Feiya, where's Rou'er?"
"The restroom..."
The lounge was extremely luxuriously furnished, with karaoke facilities being a given. The staff even set up a stage with flashing colored lights. However, the first performance was a guzheng (Chinese zither) performance that seemed completely out of place with the atmosphere. Zhu Qingxuan took the stage, her face flushed from a little wine, but her performance was still captivating. Ning Feiya, however, couldn't help but think that it would be even more beautiful if Zhu Qingxuan lifted her long skirt, rolled it up to her waist, lay on the ground with her buttocks sticking out, and played the guzheng while being fucked.

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