The war drums beat

The Drums of War (Part 1)
Along the 3.8th parallel, troops were densely deployed. After a seven-day standoff, the war finally broke out in full force. No one could say for sure who fired the first shot; perhaps a small-scale exchange of fire between the guard units acted as a fuse, detonating explosives.
At dawn, Commander-in-Chief Kim Ding-lip issued the order to attack, and a million-strong army split into four columns, launching a full-scale assault. Instantly, thousands of cannons roared, shells raining down on both sides' positions. The North Korean army held a certain advantage in artillery; within an hour, most of the fortifications defending the 3.8th parallel were destroyed. Similarly, because North Korean forces were concentrated in an area of tens of square kilometers, South Korean artillery, though slightly inferior, still inflicted heavy casualties on the North Korean army.
As the battle commenced, warplanes took off from their respective air bases and joined the fray. South Korea's 800 fighter jets and bombers, divided into ten tactical squadrons, took turns striking the North Korean forces from the air. More than 400 North Korean MiG-29 and Su-25 fighter jets fought fiercely for air superiority. Although the South Korean air force was stronger, the North Koreans had more than 10,000 anti-aircraft guns defending their positions. After a fierce aerial battle, the South Korean air force destroyed more than ten artillery positions but also lost 10% of its aircraft and had to withdraw. On
the second day of the battle, nearly 300,000 troops from the Fifth and Sixth Armies crossed the 38th parallel and launched a full-scale offensive towards Seoul. They established three lines of defense within several kilometers of the 38th parallel.
Kim Jung-il's 300,000 troops took five days and, at the cost of 80,000 casualties, broke through the first and second lines of defense; Seoul was now within reach. Meanwhile, the army groups on various attack directions, although facing fierce resistance from the South Korean army, continued their slow advance.
"Once Seoul is captured, the entire South Korean army will be within reach. Launch a full-scale attack, at all costs, to occupy Seoul!" Under Kim Jeong-lip's orders, the Fifth and Sixth Armies launched a full-scale attack on the last line of defense defending Seoul.
Whether in ancient or modern warfare, the defending side always has the advantage. After leaving the 38th parallel, South Korea lost its powerful artillery support, and in the air battle, it gradually gained the upper hand. Coupled with the strong, multi-layered defensive positions constructed by the South Korean army, the casualties of the Fifth and Sixth Armies increased dramatically. The
South Korean army defending Seoul numbered less than 100,000, but their military skills were excellent. After five more days of fierce fighting, they finally broke through the South Korean army's last line of defense. The remaining South Korean troops retreated into Seoul, engaging in fierce street fighting.
While the Fifth and Sixth Armies entered Seoul, the Second and Third Armies, attacking Incheon, and the Fourth Army, attacking Jeongok-ri, advanced rapidly. Kim Jeong-lip ordered the three armies to advance as quickly as possible to achieve the greatest possible victory. Cha Taek-kyeong's Fourth Army also captured Chuncheon. Cha Taek-kyeong then slowed his advance, as the situation was very favorable, and Kim Jung-rip didn't bother with him, allowing the other armies to charge forward.
While the Second, Third, and Fourth Armies advanced deeper into South Korea, street fighting continued in Seoul. This modern metropolis, built by generations of South Koreans, was largely reduced to ruins. War is a terrible beast; in the baptism of blood and fire, on the edge of life and death, humanity is gradually replaced by bestiality. During the fighting, civilians constantly attacked North Korean soldiers. Initially, the troops maintained restraint, but when close comrades were sniped, rage overwhelmed everything. North Korean soldiers began shooting civilians they perceived as threats.
The chief of staff of the operations command reminded Kim Jung-rip to restrain the troops, but enraged by the daily high casualty figures, he ignored the chief of staff's advice and instead authorized the troops to act arbitrarily. Kim Jung-lip's leniency emboldened the bloodthirsty North Korean soldiers, escalating the street fighting into a massacre.
Humanity was twisted in the war; once Pandora's box was opened, the unleashed demons could never be contained. North Korean soldiers not only shot civilians, but some even began raping women. Those around Kim Jung-lip constantly warned him, but he wouldn't listen; his only concern was when Seoul would truly be captured.
Modern media was so advanced that, although the atrocities committed by the North Korean army in the war-torn city were recorded, and images and documents circulated worldwide,
major news outlets around the world published large photos and vehemently condemned North Korea, declaring it "the ugliest atrocity of the 21st century," "War. Beasts," and "The war crimes of a barbaric nation." While these photos were indeed real, the facts were exaggerated, and as the wave of public opinion surged, all sides paid close attention.
Kim Jung-lip remained unconvinced, believing that in war, the victor is king and the loser is a bandit; once the South Korean army was defeated, everything would naturally disappear.
Che Zekai and Park Hyun-kook were deeply worried. This situation was extremely unfavorable for North Korea. Losing international support would make North Korea more independent in the international community. Even if they won the war, they would still face international pressure led by the United States.
The "Phoenix" organization shared the same concerns. The US Senate and House of Representatives were already urgently discussing whether to send troops. If the US intervened and China sided with North Korea, World War III could break out, which was exactly what the Demonic Sect wanted. ... Hong Kong.
Although Bai Wuxia had clearly instructed that no action should be taken before Ximen Jingqu and Chi Fengqin arrived, Gao Yun couldn't wait any longer. As dusk fell, Gao Yun, Sheng Hongyu, and Shui Ling discussed countermeasures.
"The Black Dragon Society's capture of Fu Shaomin must be related to Mo Tian. Can we capture Mo Tian and use him to rescue Fu Shaomin?"
Sheng Hongyu suggested.
"This—"
Shui Ling, being a police officer, was not entirely comfortable with this method of using violence to combat violence.
“That’s one way, but Mo Tian is in Black Dragon Manor, where the defenses are tight. It’s too difficult.” Gao Yun had also considered this method. “Shui Ling, you’ve been in Hong Kong for a long time. Does Black Dragon Manor have any other important figures?”
“This—”
Shui Ling didn’t know how to answer for a moment.
Sheng Hongyu noticed her concerns. “Shui Ling, I know this isn’t in accordance with legal procedures, but what a terrible fate Fu Shaomin will suffer if he falls into the hands of those beasts! We have no other choice!”
“I know!”
Shui Ling raised her head, her mind made up. “Catching Mo Tian isn’t impossible. We’ve been keeping an eye on the Black Dragon Society for the past few years, and we’ve had people watching him since he returned to Hong Kong. Since the attack at Silver Moon Tower, he’s been at the Dynasty Nightclub every night. I’ll have Guo Yanni go first; we have informants there. As soon as Mo Tian arrives, we’ll act.”
Shui Ling called Guo Yanni on her phone, gave the order, and then hung up, sighing softly, “I wonder where Yan Lanyin is.” Yan Lanyin, Guo Yanni, and Shu Yiping were her best friends and most capable subordinates. However, Shu Yiping had been kidnapped in Indonesia and hadn’t recovered physically or mentally. And since Fei Xue used herself as bait and was raped by Tex, the relationship between Yan Lanyin and Shui Ling had become distant. But Shui Ling had always kept her in mind. The reason she agreed to Gao Yun’s request to rescue Fu Shaomin using extraordinary means was largely because she had personally experienced the brutality of the Black Dragon Society.
Soon, news arrived that Mo Tian was indeed at the Royal Dynasty Nightclub. The three rushed to the nightclub, where Guo Yanni was already waiting for them at the entrance. Shui Ling briefly explained the situation to Guo Yanni, who, being naturally strong-willed
, did not object. "There are more than ten of them; it's not a good time for us to make a move," Guo Yanni said worriedly. Gao Yun pondered. Forcing their way in would be too noisy, and if they waited at the entrance, firstly, they wouldn't know when they would come out, and secondly, the street was crowded, making an ambush unsuitable. At this moment, Guo Yanni was gathering information about Mo Tian's movements through her informant—a supervisor at the nightclub.
"What? He's back in the VIP room? How many people are in the room? Got it," Guo Yanni put away the phone and said, "Mo Tian is still in the VIP room on the top floor. According to the informant, he takes any woman he likes to the room opposite the VIP room, but he hasn't found a suitable one today and is throwing a tantrum."
"If Mo Tian goes to the room, we'll have a chance. We can go up to the top floor, go in through the window, and then come down directly from the top floor," Shui Ling said.
“I’ll go,” Gao Yun said. “Have your informant arrange for me to go in. If Mo Tian comes into the room with me, we can take him away without alerting anyone.” Indeed, even if Mo Tian entered the room, breaking in through the window would inevitably alert the Black Dragon Society, reducing the chances of success. However, if Mo Tian and Gao Yun entered the room together, they could capture him without anyone noticing.
“This is too risky,” Shui Ling said. “What if Mo Tian chooses someone else to go in?” Gao Yun smiled gently. “If he goes in with someone else, you should also act. I’ll be on the other side, which can delay their rescue time, increasing our chances of success.” “But…” Shui Ling
wanted to say something more, but Gao Yun had already signaled Guo Yan to take her in. Shui Ling didn’t insist anymore. “Be careful,” she said to Gao Yun’s back.
After being ambushed at Silver Moon Tower, Mo Tian could only come here for entertainment. Although Dynasty Nightclub was the most famous in Hong Kong, it was still far inferior to Silver Moon Tower. Tonight, Mo Tian called over twenty girls, but none of them satisfied him, leaving him in a very bad mood. Sitting next to Mo Tian was Luo Li, the leader of the Black Dragon Society's Heavenly Gang Hall. Luo Li was a top figure in the Black Dragon Society, excelling in both martial arts and intellect. Mo Zhentian 's arrangement was a precaution.
Gao Yun was pushed into Mo Tian's room by a group of heavily made-up girls. Her appearance immediately caught everyone's attention. While her looks and figure were impeccable, what set her apart from the others was her demeanor. Among a group of prostitutes, how could a woman who, despite her revealing attire, exuded no air of vulgarity, escape everyone's notice?
"She—" Mo Tian pointed at Gao Yun, standing up and eagerly preparing to take her to the room opposite.
"Wait," Luo Li grabbed Mo Tian's wrist, pulling him back down to sit.
The fleeting sense of relief that had crossed Gao Yun's mind was extinguished by Luo Li. She silently observed the young man; he was cunning and not so easy to deal with.
"What's wrong?"
Mo Tian said angrily, "Didn't you just say you wanted to go back early, that you could leave after I finished?"
Unlike other Black Dragon Society leaders, Luo Li, though outwardly polite, still made Mo Tian feel a bit disdainful of him, so Mo Tian disliked this new leader.
"Young Master Mo, I was just joking," Luo Li said with a smile, turning to Gao Yun, "You're new here, aren't you?"
"Yes, I've only been here a few days," Gao Yun replied.
"You're not a local from Hong Kong, are you?" Luo Li asked again.
"Yes, I've been studying in the United States and only recently arrived in Hong Kong," Gao Yun answered. Although she could speak Mandarin, she couldn't speak Cantonese.
"How did you end up in this line of work?" Luo Li asked again.
"My father's company went bankrupt, leaving a huge debt, and I couldn't afford to study..."
Gao Yun's acting skills were not bad; her eyes even glistened with tears.
"Oh..."
Luo Li pondered. Although he couldn't see any flaws, his keen intuition told him that something was still amiss.
Mo Tian, already impatient, said, "Why are you so long-winded? I saw her too. She's very different from those other girls. Didn't she say she's a respectable young lady? Of course she's shy about this line of work!" He then stood up, put his arm around Gao Yun's shoulder, and said, "Let's go." Luo Li followed Mo Tian without a word. After crossing the corridor, Mo Tian pushed open the door to the opposite room. Seeing Luo Li follow him in, Mo Tian turned around, blocking Luo Li in the doorway. "What are you doing?"
"The chairman asked me to protect your safety. It's my duty. I need to be by your side," Luo Li said, looking directly at Mo Tian.
"Damn it, you've got your eye on this girl, haven't you?" Mo Tian's anger surged. "Fine! Fine! For a woman, I don't need to argue with you. You can have her, go for it, are you satisfied now?"
He opened the door and stepped aside to let him pass.
"Young Master Mo, that's not what I meant." Although Luo Li hated Mo Tian, who was obsessed with women, he was, after all, Mo Zhentian's son, and angering him would displease Mo Tian.
"Then what do you mean!"
Mo Tian roared.
Luo Li glanced at Gao Yun again. Her halter-neck short dress was semi-transparent, making it impossible for her to be hiding a weapon. Faced with the arrogant Mo Tian, he finally gave in. "Young Master Mo, I'm sorry, I'm right at the door. Call me if you need anything." He took a step back, and Mo Tian slammed the door shut.
Seeing Mo Tian close the door, Gao Yun's heart finally settled. She gently turned the ring on her hand, sending a signal to Shui Ling. When Mo Tian hugged her, tore open her clothes, and grabbed her breasts, Gao Yun already saw two dark figures appear at the window. She made a gesture, focused her mind, and her spiritual power enveloped Mo Tian like a vast net. He was speechless, unable to move or make a sound. Gao Yun hugged Mo Tian, moaning softly, and walked towards the window. Just as she opened the window, there was a loud bang, and Luo Li burst in. He had been listening to the sounds inside. When Mo Tian suddenly went silent, he became suspicious. When he heard the window open, he knew something was wrong and rushed in.
Gao Yun, Guo Yanni, and Shui Ling were all elite warriors with incredibly fast reflexes. Shui Ling, holding the still immobile Mo Tian, pushed off with her feet, preparing to leap from the air. The instant Luo Li broke down the door, Guo Yanni's gun flashed, bullets whistling as they searched for Luo Li's figure. Gao Yun, meanwhile, withdrew her spiritual power from Mo Tian and directed it towards him as he charged forward.
Although he possessed ancient martial arts skills, flesh and blood could not withstand steel. Luo Li rolled and leaped, dodging Guo Yanni's attack. With a flick of his wrist, he picked up a piece of wood from the ground and shot it out. Guo Yanni cried out as the wood pierced her arm. In a flash, Guo Yanni lost her ability to attack. Luo Li rushed to the window, his five fingers reaching for Mo Tian, who had just left the windowsill. Just as his fingers touched Mo Tian's body, Gao Yun, standing by the windowsill, suddenly raised her leg, her knee slamming heavily into his chest. Luo Li, protected by his true qi, was unharmed despite the force of the impact. Luo Li gripped Mo Tian's ankle, intending to pull him back, when suddenly he felt a tightness in his chest, and his strength vanished instantly.
He could only watch helplessly as Mo Tian was dragged down. Gao Yun swiftly leaped onto the windowsill, preparing to escape, but she underestimated Luo Li. The moment her hand touched the rope, Luo Li grabbed her leg, an irresistible force pulling her back. Luo Li braced himself against the windowsill, preparing to jump down to rescue Mo Tian, but Gao Yun grabbed his leg from behind, simultaneously focusing her mental power to control his movements. Gao Yun's mental power was relatively weak among the Extreme Angels, while Luo Li's will was unwavering, so even with her full strength, Gao Yun could only slow him down for a very short time.
Luo Li was once again unable to exert his full strength. He watched helplessly as Mo Tian was shoved into the car, unable to shake off Gao Yun's entanglement. At this moment, the other members of the Black Dragon Society rushed in, grabbing Gao Yun and dragging her away from Luo Li.
The car sped away, and Luo Li turned around blankly. Mo Zhentian's beloved son had been kidnapped; how could he face this?
Seeing Luo Li's expression, Gao Yun knew that Shui Ling had successfully escaped. She used her mental power again to make the man holding her shoulder release his grip, then got up and rushed towards the door. How could the dozen or so Black Dragon Society members let her escape? They blocked her way, and a fierce battle ensued.
Having used her mental power three times in a row, Gao Yun was at her limit. She felt exhausted, but as long as there was a glimmer of hope, she fought on with all her might.
"Get out of the way!" Luo Li stepped into the fray, his five fingers spread wide, instantly grabbing Gao Yun's throat. Against a master, Gao Yun's fighting skills were utterly ineffective.
"What kind of evil magic did you use just now?" Luo Li was utterly bewildered by the sudden loss of power he had experienced several times.
"Cough, cough..."
Gao Yun's pretty face flushed red as she was lifted into the air.
Just as Gao Yun was about to suffocate, Luo Li released her, and Gao Yun collapsed to the ground, clutching her throat and choking violently. The people around her rushed over and tied her up.
"Take her back," Luo Li said coldly. ... Although this wasn't the first time Yan Lanyin had been raped by multiple men simultaneously, ever since the masked man entered, she suddenly felt a tightness in her chest, unable to breathe. She recognized the man at first glance; Zhou Zhengwei's image flashed through her mind, but she quickly dismissed it. People often choose to escape when faced with things they cannot face, and Yan Lanyin was no exception. To conceal the truth, she had abandoned all dignity.
Although she believed he couldn't be her husband, his appearance still had a tremendous impact on Yan Lanyin's fragile heart. What would she do if he found out everything? Her mind and body had already succumbed; ultimately, her relationship with him would end, but she remained like a prisoner sentenced to death, desperately trying to delay her death at all costs.
A man erupted inside her; his rapidly vibrating penis aroused her desire. She twisted her waist, pressing her body tightly against him, convulsing wildly with him. As the scalding semen struck her uterus, Yan Lanyin screamed. Men loved that sound; only by bringing them pleasure could they stay further from death.
After the satisfied man finished, Zhou Zhengwei stood up, watching streams of white semen flow from his wife's lips. Enraged, he roared, "You shameless slut!" and lunged forward, aiming a kick at his wife's genitals. Caught off guard, Yan Lanyin reacted swiftly. Just inches from her body, she shifted back, landing her foot on her thigh.
"Don't dodge," Li Quan said coldly.
Knowing she would be hurt, Yan Lanyin had no choice. As the hard leather shoe struck her genitals again, she arched her back, using the few inches of distance between the shoe and her lips to absorb some of the force, minimizing the damage. Zhou Zhengwei stomped down, then twisted violently. Yan Lanyin screamed in pain as the cold, rough sole of his shoe tore through her swollen labia, leaving her alluring vulva a bloody mess.
"Use this," Li Quan said, walking to Zhou Zhengwei and handing him a black leather whip. Yan Lanyin still had some use; he didn't want her to suffer too much.
Zhou Zhengwei took the whip and lashed it at Yan Lanyin. "Whore, slut, bitch..."
he cursed with the most vile language, the whip striking his wife's snow-white body like a storm.
Yan Lanyin had no time to think about why this masked man was so violent. She covered her head and face, rolling on the floor, screaming in pain, her fair body covered in red, swollen welts.
"Enough!" Li Quan grabbed Zhou Zhengwei's hand; he didn't want Yan Lanyin to be crippled by Zhou Zhengwei's rage.
"No, I'll beat this bitch to death!" Zhou Zhengwei shouted.
Li Quan dragged him to sit on the sofa. "I have plenty of ways to punish her, don't be impulsive." Li Quan waved his hand. "Tie her to the frame." There was a steel frame on one side of the room. Li Quan's men dragged the battered Yan Lanyin from the ground and secured her to the frame. Her hands were handcuffed to the top, her neck and waist were bound with leather belts, and leather bands were put around her knees. The ropes connected to her legs spread apart, revealing her alluring lips. Although her snow-white body was covered in wounds, she was still inexplicably beautiful and charming.
Zhou Zhengwei looked at his wife, who was hanging in mid-air like a frog with her legs spread apart, looked at her body covered in blood from his beatings, and looked at the semen slowly dripping from her private parts. He suddenly howled like a beast, large tears streaming from his eyes. The voice amplified by the voice changer was terrifying and chilling.
In his heart, Yan Lanyin was a goddess, the person he loved most. The deeper the love, the deeper the hatred. His wife's wanton image beneath the man flashed before his eyes like a scene from a movie. Why? Why had his wife, once pure and ethereal like a saint untouched by worldly concerns, fallen to such a state, becoming worse than a prostitute?
Cruel reality, like a sledgehammer, shattered all the beautiful memories in Zhou Zhengwei's heart, awakening the evil thoughts within him. Gradually, his wailing turned into maniacal laughter, but because his voice had changed, the crying and laughing sounded almost the same, conveying the same meaning—hysterical madness.

Section 3, The Drums of War (Part 2)
Yan Lanyin couldn't understand why this man harbored such deep-seated hatred. Could it be that some of his relatives had been brought to justice by her? She felt a secret fear; perhaps today's whipping was just the prelude, and she didn't know what even harsher punishments awaited.
She looked at the wounds on her body. Although they were only superficial injuries with little bleeding, they wouldn't heal for at least ten days or half a month. If her husband saw these wounds, how could she explain it? Unless she didn't have any intimacy with him for half a month, he was already very suspicious of her. What should she do?
Li Quan walked to Yan Lanyin's side, gently stroking the swollen, red welts from the whip. "Did it hurt?" he asked.
"It's alright," Yan Lanyin avoided Li Quan's gaze. This man was truly a nightmare in her life.
"Did those men enjoy fucking you? If you're still not satisfied, I can call a few more," Li Quan said.
"No!"
Yan Lanyin gritted her teeth, lowering her head and whispering. Li Quan had asked this question many times before. If she answered "No more" or "Let me go," there would definitely be more men coming. Only if she answered "Not enough, not satisfied yet" would she possibly leave the Silver Moon Pavilion. Today, Yan Lanyin thought that if she could just have sex until dawn, she would be lucky.
"Not satisfied yet? There aren't many customers today. I'll call my men to help you," Li Quan said. After he finished speaking, one of his men walked to her side and inserted two fingers into her vagina, thrusting them in and out at a very fast pace.
After days of training, Yan Lanyin had learned to numb herself with lust. Once suppressed desires are released, they become difficult to control. With each twitch of her fingers, Yan Lanyin's lust reignited. She knew men, especially Li Quan, loved watching her frenzied performance. Perhaps a better performance today would please Li Quan and that other man, making them let her go.
"Yes, scream louder. I want to see you climax," Li Quan gently stroked her erect nipples.
"So good!"
"Faster!" "I want it!" "Harder!"... Yan Lanyin's cheeks flushed red as she moaned and screamed, her naked body writhing like a snake in mid-air.
Zhou Zhengwei stood up and slowly walked to within a meter of his wife. Listening to the conversation between Li Quan and his wife, and seeing his wife lost in lust, he felt utterly hopeless. He hated this woman who had deceived his feelings.
Unleashing her desires, Yan Lanyin quickly reached the peak of carnal ecstasy, gushing out droplets of fluid like urine. Zhou Zhengwei vaguely remembered someone mentioning that Japanese actresses driven mad by sex would also squirt like this, something called "squirting." He never expected to witness this scene firsthand today, and the woman "squirting" was actually his wife.
"Do you want more?" Li Quan asked with a grin beside her.
After her orgasm, Yan Lanyin's body was limp, and beads of sweat irritated her wounds, causing a burning pain. "More," she said through gritted teeth, trying to leave the Silver Moon Pavilion as soon as possible.
"I'll make her feel good," Zhou Zhengwei asked in a muffled voice.
Yan Lanyin looked up and suddenly saw her husband's tear-streaked eyes behind the mask. Those eyes were so familiar. Yan Lanyin's heart pounded. "It can't be him, it can't be Zhou Zhengwei, it can't be my husband," she kept repeating to herself, almost forcibly denying this terrible thought.
Zhou Zhengwei pulled down his pants, lifted his wife's buttocks, and thrust his penis inside. Due to excessive and frequent intercourse, Yan Lanyin's vagina was much looser than before. Zhou Zhengwei sighed; he remembered the first time they made love, his wife's vagina was so tight, and even with tremendous effort, he could only slowly push in. But now, his wife was a withered flower.
Yan Lanyin's lowered gaze suddenly froze. She saw Zhou Zhengwei's penis; there was a small, protruding fleshy bulge on the left side. She remembered that Zhou Zhengwei's penis was like that too.
"Who are you?" Yan Lanyin's voice trembled noticeably.
"Do you want to know who I am?"
Zhou Zhengwei retorted.
"I..."
Yan Lanyin didn't know how to answer.
"You shameless slut, I was blind all along, always treating you like a treasure, hahaha..."
Zhou Zhengwei ripped off his mask, laughing wildly, and thrust into Yan Lanyin's body with all his might.
"Zhengwei!" Yan Lanyin screamed as she lost her virginity.
"You slut, how does it feel to fuck you? How does it compare to those men!"
Zhou Zhengwei's face was twisted and ferocious.
Yan Lanyin's heart felt like it had been struck by lightning; the pain was beyond description. She gasped for breath, her vision went black, and she fainted. Blinded by rage, Zhou Zhengwei continued to frantically thrust his penis into the unresponsive Yan Lanyin's body... After a long while, thunder suddenly sounded, and a downpour was imminent. Inside the house, Yan Lanyin lay naked on the floor, a girl in a school uniform kneeling beside her, gently wiping her forehead with a damp towel.
“Your sister is about to wake up. Try to persuade her, don’t keep pushing herself.” Li Quan was still sitting on the sofa.
“I know, I will try to persuade my sister.” The girl was Yan Lanyin’s younger sister, Yan Feixue. Months of imprisonment had made her thinner, her face haggard. A once innocent girl had become a living corpse, devoid of spirit and vitality.
“Zhengwei, Zhengwei…”
Yan Lanyin murmured, opening her dazed eyes.
“Your husband is gone. I asked him if he wanted to take you with him, and he said he'd let you stay here,” Li Quan said coldly.
Crystal tears welled up. Her husband had abandoned her; in this vast world, amidst the sea of people, she was utterly alone.
“Sister, sister!” Yan Lanyin heard a familiar voice calling. She realized the girl beside her was her younger sister, Yan Feixue. She sat up abruptly, calling her sister’s name, and the two embraced tightly.
“Sister!” Yan Feixue could no longer control her emotions and wept bitterly with her sister.
"You're curious about what your sister's been up to these past few days, aren't you? Let's watch together!"
Li Quan said, turning on the television.
On the screen, a young girl danced gracefully, so pure and beautiful. The scene shifted, and she was surrounded by countless ugly men. Her mouth was filled with penises, her hands grasped them, her cleavage was filled with them, and her body was filled with men's penises. Semen was constantly sprayed onto her face, her beautiful face covered with an increasingly thick layer of semen until her features were no longer visible.
"Don't look, don't look!"
Yan Feixue sobbed softly.
Yan Lanyin heard a low "humming" sound, and her sister's thin shoulders trembled. Following the sound, she lifted her sister's skirt and saw a huge electric dildo inserted into her vagina, vibrating powerfully.
"Tell your sister how many days this thing has been inside you,"
Li Quan said.
"Thirty days,"
Yan Feixue said softly.
"Has it been taken out in these thirty days?"
Li Quan asked.
"No,"
Yan Feixue replied.
“Yes, it’s still there. Didn’t you remove it when you were with those men? You’re so stupid!”
Li Quan said. “Tell your sister how many men she’s slept with in these thirty days?”
“322 oral sex, 180 breast sex, 171 penetrating, anal sex…”
Yan Feixue said expressionlessly. In those hellish days, she had been tamed into a complete sex slave.
“Stop talking!”
Yan Lanyin cried out, grabbing her sister, tears streaming down her face. “It’s all my fault, it’s all my fault!”
“Master said that as long as you listen to Master, we won’t have to suffer anymore. Sister, please listen to Master!”
Tears also welled up in Yan Feixue’s eyes. She had long since run out of tears, but in front of her family, her puppet-like body seemed to regain a little bit of life.
A low, buzzing sound echoed in Yan Lanyin's ears. She knew the sensation of an electric dildo all too well; it was impossible to sleep with it inside. No wonder Feixue's face was so pale, her cheeks sunken, and even makeup couldn't hide her dark circles.
In that instant, she thought of the humiliation she had suffered, of her husband who had betrayed her. Her world collapsed. Justice and conscience seemed to lose their importance. Feixue was her only family; she couldn't let Feixue suffer any more.
Yan Lanyin raised her head, a strange resolve in her eyes. "Li Quan, I agree to do it for you, but you must let my sister go!"
"Good!"
Li Quan clapped his hands and laughed. "As long as you do it for me for a month, you and Feixue can leave together. From now on, I won't let any man touch Feixue!"
"I hope you can keep your promise!"
Hearing that it only took a month, Yan Lanyin seemed to see a glimmer of hope.
Was her descent into depravity over in an instant, or had it just begun? ...Although they successfully captured Mo Tian, Gao Yun fell into enemy hands, and Guo Yanni was injured. This left Shui Ling at a loss, unsure of what to do next.
"You accompany Guo Yanni to the hospital. I'll take Mo Tian away. I'll contact you again tomorrow after Ximen Jing and Chi Fengqin arrive,"
Sheng Hongyu said.
"Okay," Shui Ling replied, supporting Guo Yanni and watching Sheng Hongyu leave. Alone, looking at the unconscious Guo Yanni due to excessive blood loss, she felt utterly exhausted. She thought for a moment and dialed Yan Lanyin's number.
Yan Lanyin's line was busy. She felt somewhat dejected. After a while, the phone rang. It was Yan Lanyin calling.
"Lanyin, where are you?" Shui Ling asked excitedly.
"I..."
Yan Lanyin's voice was low. After a while, she said, "Are you alright?"
"Come quickly! Yanni is injured. I'm at the Sino-German Hospital," Shui Ling said urgently.
"Okay, I'm coming," Yan Lanyin said.
An hour later, Yan Lanyin entered the ward. "Yanni, is she alright?" Her concern was still sincere.
"Luckily, she didn't break any bones. It's so good that you're here. You're not still angry with me, are you?"
Shui Ling asked.
"No, it's all in the past," Yan Lanyin said calmly.
"That's great!"
With her worries lifted, Shui Ling pulled Yan Lanyin to sit down and recounted what had happened.
"Where has Sheng Hongyu taken Mo Tian now?" Yan Lanyin asked.
"I'm not sure where she's staying. She'll contact me tomorrow,"
Shui Ling said.
"Oh," Yan Lanyin responded softly, feeling a mixture of relief and disappointment at not finding out Mo Tian's whereabouts.
Shui Ling's phone rang again. She saw it was Cheng Xuanyin calling. "Sister Cheng, it's you!"
Shui Ling said.
"Mo Tian has been kidnapped. Does this have anything to do with you?" Cheng Xuanyin got straight to the point.
"This..."
Shui Ling was stunned. Even Sister Cheng knew about this so quickly. "They arrested a policewoman from the mainland. Gao Yun came up with this plan to save her. Although Mo Tian was arrested by us, Gao Yun also fell into their hands..."
Shui Ling dared not conceal the truth and told Cheng Xuanyin the facts.
There was a long silence on the other end of the phone before someone finally said, "Don't act rashly. When those two Interpol agents arrive tomorrow, have them contact us."
"Yes," Shui Ling replied. ... "What? Mo Tian has been kidnapped?" Fu Xingwu was shocked to hear the news from Cheng Xuanyin. At this time, the situation in Hong Kong was complex. After losing Jie Hanyan, she was staying at "Phoenix's" Hong Kong base—located in Qingfeng Pavilion, Yuen Long.
The Demonic Sect mistakenly believed she was one of the Five Holy Maidens and successively sent experts such as Baihu Yin Xiao and Xuan Gui Tu Zhenzi to Hong Kong. It was rumored that even the Indian Demonic Monk Ananda, the leader of the Four Demons, would be coming. Meanwhile, the matter of the traitor within the Dayu Mountain base remained unresolved, preventing Qiu Xuling from dispatching experts of the Divine Phoenix level or higher to provide reinforcements, putting Fu Xingwu in great danger.
For the past ten days or so, she had changed residences repeatedly, causing the Demonic Sect to miss their targets time and again. She couldn't leave Hong Kong because, single-handedly, she was tying down the Demonic Sect's forces and relieving pressure on other battlefields, especially the Korean War. As long as the Demonic Sect kept its main force in Hong Kong, Park Hyun-kook, though already in dire straits, still had a glimmer of hope.
Meanwhile, the Hong Kong Chief Executive election was imminent, and if Tian Lei were elected, it would have a significant impact on the situation. More importantly, Ji Xiaoyun's whereabouts were still unknown. Only Fu Xingwu knew that she was the true Holy Maiden, and if she fell into the Demonic Sect's hands, the consequences would be unimaginable. Therefore, she couldn't leave; she had to stay and deal with the Demonic Sect.
"I've investigated; Gao Yun should be a member of the Extreme Angels,"
Cheng Xuanyin said.
"Bai Shuang founded the Extreme Angels more than twenty years ago, which was later destroyed by the Demonic Sect. The current Bai Wuxia should be Bai Shuang's daughter," Fu Xingwu said. Although the Extreme Angels have only been resurrected for three years, "Phoenix" is already quite concerned about this mysterious organization. "We've recently had contact with them, but they're very wary and haven't been able to get in touch with their higher-ups."
"Although Mo Tian is incompetent, he's Mo Zhentian's only son, and he'll definitely retaliate with all his might,"
Cheng Xuanyin said.
"We can only play it by ear," Fu Xingwu said calmly, but Cheng Xuanyin saw a fearless determination in her starry eyes.
"Don't be impulsive. Wait three more days until Lan Xingyue arrives before retaliating,"
Cheng Xuanyin said.
"Can they hold out for three days?"
Fu Xingwu gazed at the pale waning moon. "I'll protect myself."
Cheng Xuanyin left silently. She bore the responsibility of protecting the Chief Executive, and she couldn't leave for too long. For years, she had been almost inseparable from him for this responsibility. As she left, she could only silently wish this bright, star-like girl good luck.
After Cheng Xuanyin left, Fu Xingwu turned off the lights. She removed her outer garment, clasped her hands together, stood on one leg, and slowly squatted down. In that instant, the room seemed to brighten considerably. Her expression was solemn, her fingers and palms shifting in hand seals, her limbs twisting at incredible angles like a dance, mesmerizing all who beheld her.
This set of "Dance of the Void" was a martial art evolved from the Buddhist Heart Sutra, containing profound yoga techniques. Fu Xingwu was a martial arts prodigy, but she had never been able to reach the highest level of "Dance of the Void."
"Perhaps being too pure is also a kind of impurity," Zhuge Qinxin said.
Under the moonlight, Fu Xingwu, wearing only underwear and shorts, danced gracefully. Her beautiful body was like a blooming water lily, inspiring endless fantasies, yet as lofty as the starry sky, enough to cleanse the soul and provide a sacred bath... Black Dragon Society secret base.
Gao Yun was taken into a cell, wearing only a pink lace underpants. Everyone's eyes were immediately drawn to her naked body.
Gao Yun saw Fu Shaomin being raped by a man. She lay face down, the man's penis wantonly violating her body, low moans echoing in the gloomy room.
Witnessing rape for the first time was a huge shock to Gao Yun. Whether from anger or fear, her body trembled slightly, and her breathing became rapid.
Ding Fei stood up. Although he had already vented once, seeing Gao Yun still stirred a strong urge within him. After all, beauties like Gao Yun and Fu Shaomin were rare even in Hong Kong.
"Nice figure," Ding Fei walked up to Gao Yun and grabbed her breast.
"Let go of me!" Gao Yun was suddenly attacked and struggled almost instinctively, but her shoulders were held tightly. She suddenly raised her knee and slammed it towards Ding Fei's groin.
"Still so wild!"
The instant she raised her leg, Ding Fei's left palm struck her knee first, Gao Yun's leg feeling as if it had been hit by an iron hammer. She groaned, her leg completely powerless.
"Ah—"
Fu Shaomin heard the sound, turned her head, and screamed in horror. While being raped, she had hoped Gao Yun would come to her rescue, because Gao Yun was her only friend in Hong Kong. Now, her illusions were shattered, and a deep despair dragged her into an abyss. Suddenly, Fu Shaomin vaguely remembered calling Gao Yun's name; it was because of her that Gao Yun had been captured. A strong sense of self-reproach overwhelmed her, and with a surge of strength, she pushed away the man pinning her down and stumbled towards Gao Yun.
Ding Fei waved his hand, signaling his men not to stop her. When she reached him, he gently tripped her, and Fu Shaomin fell to the ground at Gao Yun's feet. Because her hands were also bound behind her back, Fu Shaomin could only get up using her physical strength. "It's my fault, I've ruined you!"
she murmured, tears streaming down her face.
Gao Yun struggled and squatted down as well. "It's none of your business, don't cry." Looking at the weeping Fu Shaomin, her heart ached. She had promised to protect her, but she had failed to keep her promise.
When Gao Yun was brought in, Mo Zhentian instructed that she be made to talk as soon as possible and that Mo Tian be found. When Ding Fei first saw Gao Yun, based on his experience, he knew that it would be difficult to pry this woman's mouth open by torture. He keenly sensed that the relationship between the two was unusual, and perhaps he could use this to his advantage.
Ding Fei pushed Gao Yun's shoulder hard, and Gao Yun fell onto Fu Shaomin. "Let's do it first," Ding Fei thought to himself. He pressed Gao Yun's back tightly and tore her underwear to shreds.
"No—"
Gao Yun screamed. Her sexual experience was limited to that of other women, and her extreme disgust and fear of men made her feel as if she had fallen into an ice cave.
"Tell me where Mo Tian is!"
Ding Fei inserted his fingers into Gao Yun's dry and tight vagina. The tender flesh of the four walls gripped his fingers tightly. Although he sensed the policewoman's fear, he didn't expect her to give in so easily.
Gao Yun's long, jade-like legs kicked wildly like a frog. Although she struggled desperately, it felt as if a thousand-pound weight was pressing down on her back, making it impossible for her to move her body. Although she could use her mental power to instantly incapacitate Ding Fei, the Extreme Angels had a prohibition: when captured, mental power must not be used unless for escape. The purpose was to prevent the enemy from researching the mysterious power. Although Gao Yun was flustered, she still obeyed this order.
"Grab her legs," Ding Fei said. Although her kicking legs didn't pose much of a threat, they were still troublesome. Immediately, someone stepped forward, grabbed her legs tightly, and pressed them firmly to the ground. Ding Fei wrapped his arms around Gao Yun's slender waist, and her round, jade-like buttocks rose up. Ding Fei's penis pressed against the entrance of Gao Yun's secret orifice, which had never been penetrated by a man before.
Gao Yun and Fu Shaomin's faces were very close. At this moment, Gao Yun, gripped by fear, was as helpless as a lamb. Fu Shaomin felt a pang of heartache. She had experienced too much humiliation and knew how painful this moment was for a woman. With her last bit of strength, she kicked Ding Fei. After being raped for hours, her legs were already sore and numb, with little strength left, but she still wanted to do something to help her, even if it was futile.
She only managed a few kicks before the people on either side grabbed her ankles, rendering her unable to move. Two policewomen with their hands tied behind their backs held her together, completely unable to resist.
"Thank you," Gao Yun said, her voice trembling. A warmth welled up in her heart. Although she couldn't change anything, even the slightest comfort or encouragement in the face of misfortune gave her strength.
Ding Fei's penis slid up and down her tender pink labia. The labia slowly parted, and his penis found its direction of attack. Gao Yun's vagina was extremely tight, making it very difficult to penetrate. During their earlier exploration, Ding Fei had almost concluded that she was still a virgin, but when his fingers penetrated deeper, he found that her hymen was broken. He was slightly disappointed, but the tightness of her vagina still felt very much like the feeling of losing her virginity.
During the time he was in love with Ding Lin, they initially kissed and caressed each other. Gradually, under the stimulation of desire, they began to go wild. In role-playing, Gao Yun tended to be masculine, so most of the time during their intimate moments, Gao Yun would be on top of her, using her fingers to bring her to orgasm. They had never used sex toys such as vibrators; they both disliked items that symbolized masculinity. Ding Lin's fingers also explored her body, but because Gao Yun was a virgin, the penetration always stopped at the point where the hymen blocked the way. The day before Ding Lin was to leave for Egypt on a mission, Gao Yun suddenly had a bad feeling. That night, at the peak of desire, she grabbed Ding Lin's hand and forced her fingers deeper. Ding Lin was somewhat surprised, but Gao Yun was resolute. She told Ding Lin that she, her heart, and her body belonged to her. When her fingers pierced the thin wall that represented virginity, although she trembled in pain, she felt pleasure. When the bright red blood dripped onto the snow-white sheets, the flames of desire ignited between them.
Ding Fei's penis was enormous; the oval glans had barely entered when Gao Yun screamed in pain, her pretty face contorted in agony. Fu Shaomin's eyes were filled with sorrow. From a young age, she had aspired to be a police officer, hoping to use her power to uphold justice and help the innocent victims. But fate was so unfair, subjecting her to such humiliation. She felt deep sorrow for women. If it were a man, at most he would only die, but for a woman, it was far more tragic. Even a strong and courageous woman like Gao Yun could only cry out in despair. At this moment, Fu Shaomin desperately wanted to embrace her, offering her some comfort and helping her through her most painful moment.
"Damn, it's so tight!" Ding Fei exerted all his strength, but his penis still couldn't penetrate fully. Based on experience, he felt only a virgin's vagina would be this tight. Thinking of this, his desire surged, and he thrust in with brute force.
Gao Yun's face was pale, her breath coming in rapid gasps. Extreme shame and pain pushed her to the brink of collapse. Suddenly, she heard Fu Shaomin softly calling her name. Previously, Gao Yun had avoided his gaze; she couldn't face him.
"Don't be afraid, look at me," Fu Shaomin said. Having experienced rape herself, she knew that physical pain could be endured, but emotional pain was far more devastating to a woman. Although she couldn't change her fate, although she was practically her last hope, Fu Shaomin still wanted to help her. Their
eyes met, and at this moment, their roles reversed. Fu Shaomin went from being the vulnerable one being protected to the protector, comforting the terrified Gao Yun with her eyes.
A blush crept across Gao Yun's pale face. "I'm sorry," she whispered, her lips pressed together. Although the tearing pain intensified, she had emerged from the abyss of fear.
"I'll treat him like a pig, a dog, a beast," Gao Yun forced a smile. Though the smile clashed with her pained expression, Fu Shaomin knew his words of comfort had worked.
"Yes, they're all worse than livestock," Fu Shaomin added with a smile.
"Damn it! Calling me livestock!"
Ding Fei, overhearing their conversation, was instantly enraged. He channeled his inner energy into his penis, instantly increasing its hardness. "I'll make you die!"
He gripped Gao Yun's buttocks and thrust with all his might, his penis plunging deep into her body like a powerful drill, the glans pressing against her cervix.
"Ah—"
Gao Yun threw her head back, unable to hold back her scream. The forceful penetration had torn the tender flesh of her vaginal walls, and excruciating pain assaulted her.
Ignoring Gao Yun's pain, Ding Fei began his relentless assault, showing no mercy. With each powerful thrust, her high, round, and firm buttocks trembled violently, the force of which was unimaginable.
After enduring a storm of attacks, under Fu Shaomin's anxious gaze, Gao Yun stopped screaming. People with spiritual strength have far stronger willpower than ordinary people. "I'm fine, don't worry," she said through gritted teeth, her voice broken.
"If it hurts, just scream, it'll make you feel better!"
Fu Shaomin saw that she had bitten her lip, drawing blood from the corner of her mouth as
she endured the pain. Gao Yun shook her head. Perhaps she would scream if she weren't in front of Fu Shaomin, but in front of her lover, she wanted to appear stronger. This was just the beginning; things would get even more brutal. She had promised to protect her, and although she could no longer do so, her strength could encourage her.

Section 3: The Drums of War (Part 3)
The Korean battlefield, the situation changing rapidly. Although Kim Dingli's Fifth and Sixth Armies entered Seoul, they were severely weakened. At this critical moment, Yi Wuji, the Red Kirin, concentrated his superior forces and launched a swift counter-encirclement of the Joseon army in Seoul from both flanks. Kim Dingli never imagined his opponent would resort to such a risky tactic, concentrating all his resources on the seemingly strongest force, Daofeng.
Although the total number of Joseon troops exceeded that of the Korean army, the Korean forces held numerical superiority in Seoul. Kim Dingli's exhausted army could not withstand the enemy's relentless attack and retreated into the city.
Yi Wuji was prepared; he had secretly deployed 10,000 elite troops in underground bunkers within the city. Caught in a pincer attack, Kim Dingli's 200,000-strong army crumbled. After two days and two nights of fierce fighting, the Fifth and Sixth Armies were completely annihilated.
This battle greatly boosted the morale of the Korean army, which launched a counter-offensive against the Second, Third, and Fourth Armies. After several battles, the Joseon army suffered heavy losses. Cha Hae-taek's First Army Group didn't encounter any formidable opponents. Eighty kilometers from Chuncheon, Cha Hae-taek received news of the annihilation of the Fifth and Sixth Army Groups. He sighed deeply; the outcome was far worse than anticipated.
Other army groups were already retreating; if they continued advancing, they would become isolated forces, destined for annihilation. Reality left him no choice but to retreat.
The Eighth Army Group headquarters was located at the very front of the defensive line. For days, Park Hyun-kook's brows had remained furrowed.
She knew Kim Jung-lip lacked the ability to lead troops, yet she still clung to the hope of gaining the initiative with superior forces. But the enemy had withdrawn their full strength, focusing on breaking through a single point, immediately putting the North Korean army on the defensive.
Defeated troops continuously crossed the defensive line, morale at its lowest point. Park Hyun-kook held continuous operational meetings, deploying defensive measures for the Eighth Army Group. Soon, elite North Korean troops would reach her lines; she needed time, all of North Korea needed time. She had to hold off the enemy's advance to gain the most precious time.
South Korean command post. Chi Qi Yi Wuji pushed open the door and entered the inner room. The Thousand-Transformation Demon Fang Chen sat on the sofa.
"It's really not easy to see my little brother," Fang Chen thought. Fang Chen, whose status was above Yi Wuji's, had waited for half an hour because Yi Wuji was in a war meeting, and he was a little displeased.
"Haha," Yi Wuji laughed, "no choice. The War Saint gave me this opportunity to prove myself, how could I not give it my all?" Yi Wuji invoked the War Saint
's name. This war between Korea and South Korea was entirely in the hands of the War Saint Zhuo Bufan. Within the Demonic Sect, Emperor Chi You controlled all military forces, while the Invincible Emperor Sheng Xingtian was directly responsible for fighting Feng. Therefore, although Fang Chen's status was far higher than Yi Wuji's, they belonged to two different systems and had no direct leadership relationship. However, Fang Chen's duties here, besides fighting Feng, included oversight. "
Although we won this battle, Han City was reduced to ruins, and we suffered considerable losses. Jin Dingli even escaped."
Fang Chen began to nitpick at Yi Wuji.
"If it weren't for the heavy losses suffered by Lord Fang's beasts, things wouldn't be like this today," Yi Wuji said. "Victory would have been much easier." Yi Wuji immediately hit Fang Chen's sore spot, and a flash of anger crossed his face. "The original battle plan was for Fang Chen's magical beasts to raid the enemy's command posts at the start of the war, launching a full-scale attack when the enemy was leaderless. But in the battle of Snow Ridge, Fang Chen's magical beasts suffered heavy casualties, so this plan was no longer feasible." "
The city being reduced to ruins doesn't matter. What's important is that we've dealt a blow to the enemy's manpower; although we've also suffered considerable losses, our army's morale is high, which will play a decisive role in the war. As for Jin Dingli, I deliberately let him go. With him around, this battle will be much easier." Seeing Fang Chen's angry and embarrassed expression, Yi Wuji didn't want to offend him too much, so he patiently explained.
The two didn't get along very well, and after a short while, Fang Chen left. He racked his brains. This war between North and South Korea was a major event for the Demonic Sect. If he didn't make some contributions, he would be outdone by Yi Wuji. ... Night fell, and the lanterns were lit. At the Heavenly Martial Hall on Luofeng Island, more than ten tables were set up for a lavish banquet. Four or five out of ten people were seated, with others constantly entering the hall. There wasn't much conversation among them; many ate and drank heartily without a care in the world, while a few remained seated, their bowls and chopsticks untouched.
The people in the hall were all burly and imposing, clearly martial artists. They were the Demonic Sect's rising stars selected globally, ten of whom were qualified to enter the Demon God Cave for advanced training. Five days ago, the Heavenly Martial Hall had fifty tables for the banquet; after several days of fighting, the number of people had dwindled from five hundred to less than one hundred. Most looked exhausted, a far cry from the spirited figures of the previous five days.
Among the crowd, a Chinese man with curly hair and a broad forehead appeared relaxed, joking with his companions at the table, his hearty laughter occasionally punctuating the laughter, drawing mocking and resentful glances from those around him. This man was Xia Qingyang, a martial arts prodigy among the rising stars of the Demonic Sect. The Martial Saint Mu Yun Qiubai had once instructed him in martial arts, and he had easily won each of the first five rounds of life-or-death battles.
As dinner was about to end, Mei Ji, the mistress of Paradise, appeared on the stage, her radiant beauty immediately attracting the attention of all the men. Mei Ji smiled faintly, her allure captivating, and said: "You are the future of the Divine Sect. Tomorrow, the final winner will be decided, and Paradise has prepared a gift for you." As soon as she finished speaking, ten young women slowly emerged from behind the stage. They were draped in thin veils, beneath which their naked bodies were faintly visible.
All ten of them were exquisite beauties, each a virgin. When you win, they will be yours! The winner will choose first! Meiji waved, and they stepped down from the stage, walking slowly in front of the men.
The atmosphere in the hall instantly heated up. Xia Qingyang, along with everyone else, turned his gaze to the girl. Suddenly, his heart skipped a beat. He saw Leng Xue, and a strong sense of familiarity welled up within him. Her beauty was unlike any other worldly beauty; she possessed a purity like that of an ancient glacier, indescribable in words.
Leng Xue walked at the back of the procession, her face flushed red under the intense gazes around her. Suddenly, a soft, yin-like energy swept past her chest, and the gossamer-thin gauze dress tore open, fluttering like clouds. Her breasts and private parts, which had been barely concealed, were now fully exposed to everyone.
A cold-faced young man stood up, grabbed Leng Xue's wrist, and said, "Don't rush off like that! I haven't had enough of admiring you yet!" This young man was Gao Chen, a disciple of the Indian demon monk Ananda, and a rising star among the elite. It was he who had torn Leng Xue's gauze dress.
"Let go!" Xia Qingyang suddenly stood up and roared. His roar made everyone's eardrums ring, and many felt their blood surge. "
Who are you?" Gao Chen's expression changed, then returned to normal.
"My name is Xia Qingyang!" He took a step forward, closing the distance to two feet. "She's my woman! Let go of her!" Xia Qingyang pointed at Leng Xue.
Gao Chen felt a powerful aura pressing down on him like a mountain. He gathered his energy and said, "Why is she your woman?!" "Why should I say…" Before he could finish speaking, Xia Qingyang had already struck his wrist with lightning speed. Gao Chen was no weakling. He grabbed Leng Xue's wrist and pulled, causing Xia Qingyang's attack to miss its target.
Xia Qingyang smiled at Leng Xue. "Don't be afraid, I'll protect you." As he spoke, his attacks surged. Gao Chen used Leng Xue's body as a defense, but after several moves, Xia Qingyang punched him in the chest. Left with no choice, he had to release his grip on Leng Xue. "
Stop!" "Mei Ji roared. The giant demon beside her charged into the fray like a thunder god, separating the two with its body.
This isn't a battlefield. They don't belong to any of you now. Only by winning the competition will you have the right to speak!" Mei Ji hadn't expected a fight to suddenly break out. The Demon God Cave selection was a major event for
the Demon Sect. If anything went wrong, even Qinglong wouldn't be able to protect her. "Don't waste your minds on women. Think about how to win the competition!" With that, Mei Ji waved her hand and led the women away. As Leng Xue passed by Xia Qingyang, she heard him whisper, "Wait for me. What a strange man," Leng Xue thought to herself. She felt his sincerity in his eyes, and a warmth like a gentle breeze in the cold winter.
Mei Ji reported to Qinglong about what had happened at the Heavenly Martial Hall that day, arousing Qinglong's curiosity. Qinglong was naturally lecherous and liked novelty. He would lose interest in ordinary women after one encounter, but Mei Ji was always worried that Qinglong would become infatuated with someone else, causing her to fall out of favor. Therefore, when two beauties, Leng Xue and Fan Jianxin, appeared, she considered making them both disappear. However, fearing discovery and criticism, she ultimately only removed Fan Jianxin, keeping Leng Xue.
Qinglong personally went to the Paradise of Ultimate Bliss and met Leng Xue. She truly captivated him. Her angelic face and perfect curves weren't the most remarkable features; what was most special was her pure and untainted aura, inspiring a strong desire to conquer her.
Leng Xue looked at Qinglong and felt a chill run down her spine. This man in his forties seemed to possess boundless power, his every move exuding the air of a grandmaster. His deep eyes were as unfathomable as an ancient well, and his high, hooked nose revealed his cunning.
"Indeed, she is pure and beautiful, a natural beauty," Qinglong praised. Seeing Leng Xue reminded him of Leng Aoshuang, who had been captured by the Indian demon monk Ananda years ago. It was an earth-shattering battle. Although Ananda had set up a ten-day vengeful spirit array, he still couldn't trap her, and he himself had been severely injured by her. However, to save the infant trapped in the Ten-Day Vengeful Spirit Array, Leng Aoshuang gave up resistance and was raped by Ananda amidst the swirling snow.
Although Qinglong was tempted, he suppressed his desire, for Leng Xue was the prize for the victor of tomorrow's Demon God Cave training. The annual Demon God Cave training was a major event for the sect. Martial Saint Mu Yun Qiubai didn't concern himself with other sect affairs, but he took this training very seriously. The Martial Saint had a peculiar temper; angering him would have dire consequences.
Upon leaving the Martial Arts Hall, his subordinates reported that the Indian Demon Monk Ananda wished to see him. Qinglong dared not delay and went straight to Ananda's residence. Within the Demonic Sect, there were two main branches: Military and Action. The Military branch was led by Emperor Chiyou, and included War Saint Zhuo Bufan, Berserker Blood Demon Situ Kong, and Crimson Kirin Yi Wuji. The Action branch primarily fought against the Phoenix, and included the Invincible Emperor, the Indian Demon Monk, the Thousand-Transformation Demon, and four of the Five Divine Generals, whose strength surpassed that of the Military branch. Besides, the Martial Saint is mainly responsible for guiding martial arts; although he holds a high position, he is all alone. Pharaoh King Guli Emperor is directly led by the Dark Emperor and is involved in advanced technology development; for example, the anti-detection system on Falling Phoenix Island was developed by the Pharaoh King. The Holy Hand Heart Demon among the Four Demons is engaged in the research and development of various medicines. Although nominally part of the Action Branch and under the jurisdiction of the Invincible Emperor, his direct contact with the Dark Emperor gives him a superior position.
The Indian Demon Monk Ananda is the leader of the Four Demons. Although still below the Three Saints, as the second-in-command of the Action Branch and the actual person in charge of Falling Phoenix Island, one of the three major bases of the Demonic Cult, his influence is no less than that of the Three Saints. Ananda is also Qinglong's most direct superior.
Entering Ananda's residence, he was already waiting for Qinglong. Ananda was Indian, tall, with eagle eyes and a high nose, and had a strange appearance. Beside him stood a tall, graceful young woman, strikingly beautiful and radiant, yet her eyes held a hint of emptiness and bewilderment. She was none other than Zhuque Yulan, one of the Five Divine Generals, alongside Qinglong.
Ananda told Qinglong that the discovery of the Holy Maiden's whereabouts in Hong Kong was of paramount importance, and that he would set off immediately with Zhuque Yulan, entrusting all affairs on the island to Qinglong.
Before leaving, he handed the key to the Fallen Phoenix Prison to Qinglong, saying, "I know you've been eyeing the beauties there for a long time. Everything must be done in moderation; don't let lust ruin your plans. Also, don't touch that person named Leng Aoshuang." Qinglong was initially overjoyed, but upon hearing Ananda's warning against touching Leng Aoshuang, he felt a profound sense of loss.
The Fallen Phoenix Prison held eighteen Phoenix Warriors in total, including three Divine Phoenixes and fifteen fledglings.
Since the construction of Fallen Phoenix Island, most of the Phoenix Warriors captured by the Demonic Sect had been transferred here. The number of captured Phoenix Warriors was not large; in the more than twenty years since Fallen Phoenix Island was built, only twenty-eight Phoenix Warriors had been imprisoned, averaging only one per year.
In their battles against the Demonic Sect, every Phoenix Warrior fought to their last breath; no one wanted to be captured alive. In the Phoenix's faith, suicide was absolutely forbidden. The Phoenix is reborn in flames; no Phoenix would abandon its life for the sake of fire. Although every Phoenix Warrior possesses unwavering faith and a determination to sacrifice their life for it, even as a woman, the prospect of living in hell evokes a suffocating fear. Therefore, fighting to the death is a silent vow for every Phoenix Warrior.
The Demonic Cult highly values captured Phoenix Warriors, as they possess invaluable intelligence. However, through torture, coercion, and enticement, very few Phoenix Warriors can be subdued. In Qinglong's memory, only one out of twenty-eight submitted.
The vast majority of Phoenix Warriors possess noble bearing and captivating beauty, while nine out of ten members of the Demonic Cult are inherently lecherous. Riding on a Phoenix Warrior and satisfying their desires is a wish shared by many. Many Demonic Cult members, having rendered meritorious service, seek not rewards but a journey to Falling Phoenix Island to freely rape Phoenix Warriors. In the battles against the Phoenix, although the Phoenix Warriors are far outnumbered by the Demonic Cult, their destructive power against them is immense. The members of the Demonic Cult watched their comrades die one by one at the hands of the Phoenix Warriors, filled with fear and rage. The chance to wantonly ravage their bodies and trample their souls was something none of them would want to miss.
Meanwhile, to demoralize the Phoenix Warriors, the Demonic Cult frequently filmed the acts of humiliation and sent them to the Phoenix Warriors through various channels. The Demonic Cult believed these shocking images would terrify the Phoenix Warriors.
The Phoenix Warriors all possessed ancient martial arts skills; if all the Phoenix Warriors imprisoned in Phoenix Prison were to break free simultaneously, even a Martial Saint would be unable to withstand their combined attack. Initially, the imprisoned Phoenix Warriors, with their meridians severed, were rendered harmless due to paralysis, no matter how abundant their internal energy. However, the Demonic Cult quickly abandoned this method because the severed meridians caused rapid muscle atrophy; after one or two years, their limbs were like twigs, and even the most beautiful women would lose all their allure.
Later, the Demonic Cult abolished martial arts altogether. But this method was not entirely reliable either. The theory of ancient martial arts states that true qi originates from the dantian (lower abdomen). Destroying the dantian with domineering true qi can cripple a person's martial arts. This method was used for several years, but over a decade ago, several Phoenix Warriors suddenly regained their martial arts, killing dozens of demonic sect masters and nearly turning Phoenix Island upside down. After that incident, the demonic sect realized their understanding of ancient martial arts was insufficient; in many aspects, they only knew the effect, not the cause, and knew little about the origins of ancient martial arts.
Subsequently, all Phoenix Warriors were fitted with specially made super-alloy shackles. This new metal, developed by the Pharaoh, possessed unparalleled strength; tests showed that even a martial saint could not break free of these shackles. Simultaneously, the Pharaoh also developed an instrument capable of sensing the true qi of ancient martial arts, thus ensuring the imprisonment of the Phoenix Warriors.
Ten years ago, after the Indian demonic monk Ananda took control of Phoenix Island, he stopped crippling the Phoenix Warriors' martial arts, because his Supreme Yang Formless Skill required women to harmonize its violent energy. During intercourse, ordinary women would be burned to death by his yang fire in no time; only Phoenix Warriors could endure it.
Of the eighteen Phoenix Warriors, Leng Aoshuang was his favorite. After she entered the Fallen Phoenix Prison, besides Ananda, probably only the Invincible Emperor Sheng Xingtian had been with her. Qinglong's memory of Leng Aoshuang was too deep. Perhaps it was because she was the most beautiful of the eighteen Phoenix Warriors, perhaps it was because he had fought with her and witnessed her capture and humiliation in the icy snow, or perhaps it was because Leng Aoshuang had seriously injured him, making it even more unforgettable. The eighteen
imprisoned Phoenix Warriors were divided into three ranks, with Leng Aoshuang exclusively controlled by Ananda. Divine Phoenix Tang Lingyun, Wei Qin, and fledgling Phoenix Dongfang Ning rarely left the Fallen Phoenix Prison; only demonic sect masters of the Six Star Lord level or above had the opportunity to rape them. The other Phoenix Warriors were taken out of the Fallen Phoenix Prison several times a week for the demonic sect members to humiliate. However, in Qinglong's view, Tang, Wei, and Dongfang might not have had it any easier than the other Phoenix Warriors. Although they were raped less often, the two Divine Phoenix-level warriors endured more torture than the others. Moreover, the three of them were Ananda's primary targets for venting his frustrations.
Qinglong remembered once reporting an emergency to Ananda at Luofeng Prison, when he heard Wei Qin's cries of pain.
Qinglong found it very strange; he was present when Wei Qin was tortured on the island. No matter what kind of torture was used, she silently endured it without making a sound. Even when an electrified metal rod was inserted into her vagina, the huge current impacting her most tender vagina, causing her to faint, she didn't cry out.
Qinglong looked on curiously and saw Wei Qin suspended in the air with her limbs spread apart, Ananda's thick, arm-like penis pressing between her legs. The huge penis was dark red, like a red-hot iron rod. Qinglong didn't know how long the penis inserted into her body was, only that the part outside was much longer than a normal penis.
Wei Qin's hands and feet were bound by iron chains. At first, Qinglong thought she was suspended in the air by these chains, but upon closer inspection, the chains weren't taut; they hung down in a crescent shape, indicating that her limbs had some room to stretch. This meant her body was supported only by Ananda's penis, which was too large to penetrate, leaving her suspended in mid-air—a form of torture reminiscent of the ancient wooden donkey torture inflicted on women.
Suspended in the air, Wei Qin's body was a sickly red, and large beads of sweat poured from her, soaking a large puddle on the ground. Qinglong dared not look any longer, listening to Wei Qin's cries outside the door for two whole hours, from her initial screams to painful groans, and finally to intermittent moans—it was enough to give Qinglong a rash.
In the early days of the Demonic Cult, the Phoenix Warriors captured were subjected to the most brutal tortures, starting with rape, whipping, and branding. This evolved into more extreme forms of torture specifically for women, such as riding the wooden donkey, confinement, sealing the vulva, and even breast mutilation. Once the Demonic Cult realized the Phoenix Warriors' ability to boost morale, the torture became much more civilized, generally preventing irreversible damage to their bodies.
Ananda was responsible for interrogating the Phoenix Warriors, but he gradually lost faith. He knew that those who could endure intercourse with him had reached the limit of suffering. His Supreme Yang Formless Skill made his penis hotter than a branding iron, and the invisible, violent true energy stimulated their nerves. Almost every Phoenix Warrior fainted multiple times during their first intercourse; no torture could be more unbearable.
After torture became ineffective, Ananda focused on psychological methods to instill despair in the Phoenix Warriors and break down their psychological defenses, but with little success. More than half a year ago, Ananda had a sudden inspiration and impregnated a Phoenix Warrior named Jian Pingrou. To prevent her from developing an aversion to the child, he specially obtained sperm from a certain hospital and used artificial insemination. Whether it would be effective remained to be seen until the child was born.
In the past twenty years, one Phoenix Warrior defected, two suffered mental breakdowns, three died from torture, and five others died from various serious illnesses caused by long-term humiliation.
Of the remaining eighteen Phoenix Warriors, the one who has been imprisoned the longest is named Shi Qingrong, who has been imprisoned for sixteen years. From a twenty-three-year-old girl in the prime of her life to a woman nearing forty with a full head of white hair, sixteen years of hellish life would not have been enough to withstand even the most indestructible body, but she still endured it. Even more strangely, she had been ravaged by thousands of men. While her figure couldn't compare to that of a young girl, it surpassed that of her peers. Her appearance was somewhat weathered, but her full head of silver hair added a unique charm. Many members of the demonic sect were particularly fond of mature women like her, so she was taken from Fallen Phoenix Prison as many times as the twenty-year-old Phoenix Warriors.
Qinglong was always incredibly puzzled by these Phoenix Warriors. He could understand their ability to endure all kinds of torture and endless rape, but what was strange was that they never gave up their will to live. All the Phoenix Warriors continued to cultivate silently.
Because they had practiced ancient martial arts, the Phoenix Warriors' physical abilities were a hundred times stronger than ordinary people, giving them the strength to endure the hardships of hell. The Demonic Cult also paid great attention to their physical care, providing them with good food, daily grooming, and regular physical examinations.
Ananda was always strict with his subordinates, and so far, Qinglong had only raped ten of them. If Qinglong strongly demanded it, he could have sex with the other Phoenix Warriors except for Leng Aoshuang, but on the one hand, Qinglong didn't want to appear too lecherous in front of Ananda, and on the other hand, raping Phoenix Warriors wasn't as enjoyable as he had imagined. Generally speaking, newly captured Phoenix Warriors would show some facial expression during their rape in the first three months, such as pain, disgust, contempt, or hatred, and their bodies would also show some physical language, such as resistance, twisting, and dodging. However, after three months, almost all of them would be expressionless, and their bodies would be as stiff as stones. The newly captured Phoenix Warriors, without the use of aphrodisiacs, could still produce physiological responses and gradual lubrication when their genitals were played with. However, after three months, no matter how much stimulation they received, they rarely produced any vaginal lubrication.
Qinglong had sought out several skilled sex slave trainers, as he had tested it himself. He had observed that ordinary women, after being trained by them, would sometimes produce vaginal lubrication with just a gesture. However, after half a month of training a Phoenix Warrior named You Xiaorui, the trainer could only manage to bring her back to her initial state, with some facial expressions and vaginal lubrication. But when she was taken outside and faced with the ferocious members of the Demonic Cult, her expressions and reactions remained largely unchanged.
Only the most potent aphrodisiac, concocted by the Holy Hand Demon, could ignite their lust and produce expressions and physical reactions that would ecstasy for men. But the Demonic Cult's experts disliked using aphrodisiacs, as it made the conquest feel unreal. The Demonic Hand also said that excessive use of this aphrodisiac would have significant side effects, especially causing body deformation. Therefore, when they were raped by members of the Demonic Cult, they mostly used lubricant to protect their vaginas from excessive damage.
Qinglong continued walking, still heading towards the Fallen Phoenix Prison. On the way, he thought of the pregnant Phoenix Warrior, Jian Pingrou. He had slept with her once when she was three or four months pregnant, and her reaction was quite strong. Although she didn't say anything, Qinglong still felt that she was deliberately protecting the little life in her womb. Now she was almost due, and he wondered what it would be like to have sex with her again.

URL 1:https://www.sexlove5.com/htmlBlog/191985.html

URL 2:/Blog.aspx?id=191985&aspx=1

Previous Page : Battle in the Forest

Next Page : My sister and I have had sex no less than a thousand times.

增加

comment Open a new window to view comments

Contact Information

The war drums beat

comment Open a new window to view comments