Crossroads Song 3

"Impressive, isn't it? Tang family martial arts are based on hidden weapons, with numerous techniques for launching them. And it's not limited to the hands; deadly weapons can be launched from the entire body. Therefore, Tang family martial arts strive to connect the whole body, allowing power to be applied even to the smallest details. So I had Rou'er try it out, and sure enough… she can move freely even there!"
"That's amazing! I didn't know Tang family martial arts had such special effects."
Wang Qi swallowed hard, unable to resist inserting two fingers into Tang Rou's vagina and anus to experience it firsthand. With both orifices invaded simultaneously, Tang Rou wasn't surprised but rather delighted. She squinted her eyes, like a cat being caressed, and hummed sweetly. Her vagina and anus suddenly contracted, tightly gripping Wang Qi's fingers like a tightening pocket.
Not only that, Wang Qi could clearly feel the soft, trembling, and slippery sensation of her flesh wriggling and contracting on his fingers—it was incredibly pleasurable.
The morbid hunger burning within her seemed to be slightly satisfied. Tang Rou's face grew even paler, but her fair cheeks glowed with a bewitching blush. Her eyes darted about, seemingly both weeping and overjoyed. Her delicate body trembled slightly, it was unclear whether it was from Wang Qi's fingers vibrating her or from maintaining the movement of her lower body.
At this moment, Tang Rou's dress was pulled open, revealing her bare shoulders. Her full, fair breasts trembled, their peaks proudly erect and rosy, quivering as if beckoning Wang Qi to pluck them. Her soft hands gripped the hem of her skirt, while her fingers twisted and turned, as if trying to relieve the burning hunger within her. Her innocence was tinged with an indescribable, bewitching sensuality.
Though captivated by Tang Rou's allure, Wang Qi felt inexplicably dazed. For some reason, he kept recalling his first encounter with the conscious Tang Rou two days prior—her breathtaking innocence and naiveté, her slightly naive yet sincere words, and her sweetly addressing him as "Uncle Wang Qi."
The Tang Rou before him, though still possessing an innocent face, exuded a bewitching, morbid sensuality, desperately seeking his humiliation and manipulation as atonement. Twisted beyond recognition, Tang Rou suddenly filled Wang Qi with pity and remorse.
"Qi'er, have you softened?"
Just then, Ning Feiya's serpentine body clung to Wang Qi's back, her hands cupping his face from behind, speaking softly.
"Your current mood… I don't like it very much, Qi'er…"
Ning Feiya's previously seductive and sweet voice suddenly turned cold and aloof, leaving Wang Qi stunned and bewildered.
"Why feel heartache? Why feel pity... Don't try to hide it. Your heart cannot be hidden from your master. Do you know... why your master trained Rou'er to be like this?"
"No... I don't know."
Sensing the slight anger hidden in the suddenly changed, cold voice, Wang Qi wanted to turn around but was firmly held down by Ning Feiya's soft hand. At this moment, Wang Qi also panicked. Had he made a mistake in his performance today?
"Qi'er, you don't know? Then let me ask you a question first... Can you truly face your master now? Or are you relying on the spiritual connection between us to ignore the instinctive pressure I exert on you?"
Wang Qi suddenly froze, a bone-chilling coldness spreading down his back. Ning Feiya's cold words seemed to become invisible daggers, piercing through his skin, muscles, and bones, directly into his soul.
This was... an aura composed of pure killing intent, devoid of any emotion, covering everything about Wang Qi like a vast night sky, swallowing all his senses like a black hole... leaving behind the shadow of death.
Everything was so familiar, but Wang Qi sadly discovered that he still couldn't resist that almost desperate aura, trembling instinctively.
"Qi'er, it's been two days, and your heart hasn't grown stronger, it's grown weaker... Have I spoiled you too much...? Do you remember what I said to you the day I gave you my virginity? You... you've fallen..."
Wang Qi couldn't say anything, the aura still pressing down, his muscles gradually stiffening, even breathing becoming difficult.
"You're still infatuated with my love, still treating me like a fairy, a goddess... a sacred and unattainable symbol of perfection. Even when my body is at your mercy, it's only a form of worship, service, not desecration, conquest, or crushing the once unattainable power beneath your feet... Qi'er, have you forgotten what it was that gave you the courage to face me the first time?"
"I... I..."
"Qi'er, I know of your love for me, and I am a woman too, and I appreciate it, but... if we're just talking about love, Aotian is no less than you, and his love is purer... You want to take me away from Aotian... to make me belong to you forever... love alone isn't enough... Qi'er... you're confused right now, clearly you haven't understood... what I want to see is a Qi'er who, though young, has the potential to grow stronger, not a Qi'er who gradually sinks into depravity... so, go back. Don't come to see me until you've figured it out... and I won't see you either... you need to think about it alone." Her imposing
aura gradually subsided, and the room, once overflowing with spring-like warmth, was filled with a silent stillness. Ning Feiya released her grip, softly uttering the dismissal order that left Wang Qi stunned.
Her soft hand took Wang Qi's clothes, still with that unchanging gentleness, slowly helping him put them on, yet using a skillful touch, leaving Wang Qi no chance to turn around.
Understanding Ning Feiya's resolve, Wang Qi, after dressing, walked out blankly and silently, without even glancing back.
Tang Rou felt bewildered, but seeing Wang Qi leave, her perverse, unsatisfied desires flared, and she struggled to her feet, disregarding her half-undressed state and exposed skin, and tried to chase after him, but was gently restrained by Ning Feiya.
"Sigh..."
A soft sigh echoed in the room. ...
Chapter 3: The inexplicable prelude is finally finished, the main text is coming! Ahhhhhh! Returning home, Wang Qi still couldn't sort out the tangled mess of thoughts and emotions within him. The planned night of passion had been inexplicably canceled, and he was ordered not to see Ning Feiya until he understood why.
Surprisingly, Wang Qi didn't feel much anger or sorrow, only confusion and a sense of desolation.
Perhaps it was Ning Feiya's gentle dressing and service before leaving, or perhaps it was the faint feeling he sensed in Ning Feiya's heart before parting... In any case, Wang Qi was now filled with a mixture of grief and indignation, but also constant frustration.
Lying in bed, he couldn't sleep, his eyes wide open, staring blankly at the ceiling. Most importantly, after Tang Rou's sweet mouth and skillful oral skills, his restless body made it impossible to fall asleep.
He jumped out of bed, walked out of the room to the garbage dump outside. Amidst the towering mountains of garbage, there was an unusually flat clearing. Wang Qi was somewhat lost in thought, involuntarily recalling the day Ning Feiya's powerful punches had carved out this makeshift training ground from the garbage.
He shook his head, trying to stop thinking about it, because he feared he would become too heartbroken and sad, knowing that would only disappoint Ning Feiya further. He
assumed a stance and slowly began to practice his martial arts.
He didn't know when it started, but he had come to love the feeling of practicing martial arts. There was no discrimination, no bad habits, only the certainty that perseverance would bring rewards. Sweat poured down his face, his mind became clear, and he grew stronger little by little, as if he were constantly being reborn.
The moon was especially beautiful tonight, and Wang Qi unconsciously thought of that ethereal fairy who seemed to have arrived on moonlight.
The tranquil environment seemed to clear Wang Qi's mind. Recalling that fairy figure deeply imprinted in his heart, a gentle smile unconsciously appeared on his lips. His fists and feet flew, and under the sweeping wind, a surge of heat rose in his limbs and bones, flowing and surging like a wild beast roaring.
He couldn't tell if the changes in his body were natural or not, but it felt so comfortable. His blood and internal energy mingled and flowed, gradually cleansing his aged body, gathering strength. The rapidly flowing internal energy continued to converge and grow stronger, as if disturbing something. A beastly roar resounded once more from the depths of Wang Qi's heart, as if it were telling him something, teaching him something.
With his eyes slightly closed, seemingly lost in the throes of martial arts practice, his innate ferocity and domineering arrogance resurfaced, slowly merging into his fist intent.
Resolute and unstoppable, it was as if even the heavens themselves would not yield, yet he would still unleash a devastating punch.
In the shadows of the distance, a woman holding a camera let out a silent gasp of astonishment, her bright eyes fixed on the fist intent, seemingly awestruck.
Martial arts could enlighten the mind and strengthen the soul—Wang Qi finally understood Ning Feiya's martial arts wisdom at this moment. He felt an overwhelming sense of exhilaration, unwilling to stop. His consciousness soared, his fists and feet moving slower and slower, but the intent in his fists grew heavier and clearer. Moreover, Wang Qi clearly roared out bursts of beastly howls, mirroring the roar within his heart.
But then, a strange phenomenon occurred. Wang Qi's soaring consciousness seemed to be approaching its limit, and an invisible suction force, like a black hole, abruptly pulled his consciousness in.
Fragmented, bizarre images flashed repeatedly, then suddenly froze on another scene.
Banners fluttered in the sky, shattered armor littered the ground, and corpses littered the lava-strewn land. The sky was a vast, dark sea of clouds, and at its center, a crimson eye glared down with a world-destroying ferocity. Below, on the sea of lava, stood five towering giants, each with their own imposing presence. Countless laughing black shadows flickered like smoke behind them, highlighting their unparalleled demonic power.
"...Humanity shall rise, demons shall perish... This is the will of Heaven. You defy Heaven... Do you know your crime?"
"Mere demons, your empty words only invite ridicule. You dare to obstruct me..."
These two sentences, however, carried supreme authority and awe-inspiring divine power, instantly blasting Wang Qi's consciousness out of the illusion.
His fist intent faded, his martial arts ceased, and when Wang Qi regained consciousness, he found blood gushing from his eyes, ears, nose, and mouth, as if he had suffered internal injuries.
Wang Qi was momentarily confused, utterly bewildered. He couldn't help but rack his brains, but discovered that his memory of the martial arts practice halfway through had completely vanished. He had no choice but to give up; after all, too many strange phenomena had occurred in the past few days.
Although he inexplicably felt a surge of blood, Wang Qi felt refreshed and invigorated, brimming with an unyielding energy. His senses were clearer than ever before. Upon closer inspection, he realized that his martial arts had broken through a bottleneck. Then, Wang Qi was somewhat puzzled. The bottleneck that Ning Feiya had determined was impossible to overcome without three years of accumulation had actually been broken through so easily?
Although inexplicable, Wang Qi felt it wasn't bad. He felt as if he had been reborn. More than the physical changes, his inner self seemed to be filled with boundless courage, an indomitable fighting spirit that disregarded any hardship or obstacle, determined to conquer it all.
The sun, moon, rivers, and mountains could not stop him; he could turn the tide with a single hand.
Feiya… I won't let you down.
"Who...who's there?"
A rustling sound of footsteps approached, and Tang Rou suddenly emerged from a mountain of garbage. Seeing Wang Qi, her face lit up with immense joy.
"Master...Master!"
she cried out as she ran, her ample breasts, unclad and unrestrained, jiggling with each step. Wang Qi couldn't help but stare, completely ignoring the strange noise he'd just noticed.
In the shadows some distance away, a woman breathed a sigh of relief and quietly raised her camera, capturing the entire scene of their meeting.
"Why are you here?"
"Rou Nu couldn't hold back any longer... so I came to see you, Master."
"Did Fei Ya approve?" "
Sister Fei Ya approved. Actually, Sister Fei Ya regrets it too... After you left, Master, she kept saying whether she was too harsh, and thinking that you must be feeling very uncomfortable coming back with so much pent-up desire, she sent Rou Nu here to offer her mouth, vagina, and anus to you to release your pent-up desire."
"Is that so?"
Wang Qi took a deep breath, his heart filled with complex emotions. He had naturally sensed the tenderness hidden beneath Ning Fei Ya's stern words. If he went back to Ning Fei Ya now, she certainly wouldn't have the heart to kick him out again, but...
Wang Qi felt he really needed to think things through. After that sudden realization during the martial arts demonstration, he felt it was even more necessary.
How not to disappoint Ning Fei Ya...
how... to possess Ning Fei Ya forever, to conquer her, to make her belong to him forever.
And Tang Rou before him was the best test.
"Come in, I won't let you sleep tonight. I'll fuck you until you can't even walk tomorrow, and I won't stop until I've completely overpowered you."
Tang Rouyu's face flushed, revealing a joyful and expectant smile. She then walked over, took Wang Qi's hand, and dragged him towards home.
"Master, Master... Sister Feiya gave me a task. Today we're going to Brother Aotian's private banquet. Sister Feiya and all the sisters have taken photos together. Sister Feiya asked me to bring the photos over and introduce them to you, Master."
The two slowly entered the house. The woman in the shadows hesitated for a moment, remembering Wang Qi's fierce fist intent just now, and didn't approach. She just stood silently in place, watching.
Once inside and with the door closed, Wang Qi placed his hand on Tang Rou's crotch. His touch revealed a warm, smooth, and slightly damp area. Tang Rou's body went limp, nestled in Wang Qi's arms as if she wanted to become
one with him. She slightly parted her legs, allowing Wang Qi's hand to caress her genitals more easily. Her two full breasts instinctively rubbed against Wang Qi's body through the thin dress, a silent seduction. Perhaps due to the warm-up from their earlier martial arts practice, Wang Qi felt an unprecedented surge of lust. With a low growl, he tore at Tang Rou's dress without even taking it off.
Clothes flew, turning into tattered pieces. Tang Rou's petite yet voluptuous body was pressed to the ground, accepting the man's repeated assaults with hungry moans.
After a long, long time, those hungry moans finally turned into a satisfied smile.
The next day.
"Oh ho, Yan'er, you saw that old man sneak off to my sister Fei Ya's place in the middle of the night and stay for half an hour, and then Rou'er went to that old man's house to spend the night and hasn't gone back yet, right? How interesting, what exactly happened last night?"
"I'm sorry, Miss, because I was worried that Ning Fei Ya was too sharp-eyed and would notice my presence, I didn't get close enough to monitor her further, so I don't know what he did at Ning Fei Ya's place."
High-grade mahogany flooring, exquisite reliefs covering the walls, and famous paintings and antiques displayed everywhere embellished the house owner's luxury, but the glamorous woman sitting at the indoor bar holding a glass of red wine instantly overshadowed all this luxury. Because the first thing that attracts people who enter this house is always this glamorous and charming woman, not anything else, because of her beauty and her inner majesty.
Her slender, white hand half-held a wine glass, but she didn't drink. Sunlight pierced through the glass, casting a reddish glow on her alluring face, making her already sensual figure even more mysteriously seductive and dangerous, like a bleeding rose. She
spoke softly, her voice filled with curiosity and inquiry, like an innocent young lady from a noble family. The woman standing quietly beside her, reporting, ignored her superior's rare curiosity and continued her report.
"And what about Rou'er going to that old man's house?"
"That old man is also a martial artist, and quite skilled at it. I didn't receive orders from you, Miss, and dared not act rashly, so I didn't approach him either."
"A martial artist! The academy is truly full of hidden talents. An old gardener who has been in the academy for thirty years is actually a martial arts master, and nobody knows… Hehe, how interesting! I'm increasingly curious about what's going on inside."
"Yes, Miss, I'll immediately select people to install surveillance equipment at the target's location today."
"No need for that trouble, why not just go and ask?"
Setting down her wine glass, the beautiful woman lightly touched her lips with her finger, her eyes brimming with barely suppressed excitement, her cheeks flushed. She looked as charming and alluring as if she were about to meet her lover, yet deep within her eyes gleamed a bloodthirsty cruelty.
Wang Qi walked hurriedly down the street, carrying a plastic bag, his head bowed and back bent, trying to avoid attracting attention.
He disliked going out in the first place, but the beautiful weather and scenery didn't slow his pace. However, fate was unkind; just as Wang Qi was focused on his journey, someone blocked his way.
"Hello, are you Mr. Wang Qi?"
"Hello, who are you, and what can I do for you?"
Though phrased as a question, the tone was certain. Wang Qi looked up in surprise and saw a woman in a black suit. She was quite pretty, and the well-tailored suit didn't conceal her feminine beauty; instead, it added a unique air of chic and competence. If it were the old Wang Qi who had encountered her on the street, he would probably have been stunned and secretly felt inferior. But now, accustomed to beauties like Ning Feiya and Tang Rou, he calmly asked in return,
"Our young lady wants to see you. It's at that Western restaurant over there, please…"

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