Huang Rong encounters Song assassins in the forest in The Return of the Condor Heroes

The sky was full of stars, and the bright moon hung high. Exhausted, she did not immediately return to her residence in Xiangyang. Huang Rong remembered that when she fought with Jian Hua, the head of the Mongol intelligence, she had fallen for his trick (hypnotic seduction) and lost the Beggars' Sect's treasure, the Dog-Beating Stick, in the forest. No matter what, the most important thing was to find the Dog-Beating Stick first. Although Huang Rong carefully searched the small woods in the northern suburbs again and again, she still found nothing. Suddenly, her heart skipped a beat, and a sense of vigilance arose; this was an intuitive reaction cultivated by her many years of life-and-death experiences.

The calm and bright weather suddenly changed. Thick clouds filled the sky, darkening the night. A few flashes of lightning streaked across the sky, as if even the heavens knew a storm was brewing. A sudden silence fell. Huang Rong, looking weary, sensed something amiss. A chill ran through her; the oppressive atmosphere was almost suffocating. A strong, nauseating stench of blood filled the air. Huang Rong instantly became wary. She secretly circulated her internal energy, waiting for the danger to arrive. Suddenly, a roar of laughter, like a lion's roar, startled Huang Rong from her search. Looking towards the source of the laughter, she saw three figures moving swiftly in the darkness, approaching the edge of the woods. The laughter came from a burly middle-aged monk in a yellow robe, who was leading the group. The three had already entered the woods. Two men leaped out from behind the monk, blocking Huang Rong's escape route. Huang Rong composed herself, deciding to assess the situation before devising a plan to escape.

A chilling aura enveloped Huang Rong, who remained calm and composed despite the danger. She glanced around and saw two men behind her. One was a tall, thin man around thirty years old with bloodshot eyes; the other was a dwarf, less than four feet tall, like a six or seven-year-old child. Their lecherous eyes were fixed on her body.

The leading monk leered at Huang Rong, "This Buddha is truly lucky this time. Originally, the mission was simply to take Guo Jing's head and receive the reward, but now it seems we might receive extra payment first..."

Huang Rong retorted angrily, "It's because of scoundrels like you that the Song Dynasty is plagued by internal and external troubles!"

The defense of Xiangyang relied entirely on Guo Jing and his wife, along with a group of chivalrous heroes, to hold it. Guo Jing and Huang Rong held god-like positions in the hearts of the people of Xiangyang, with Huang Rong being the key figure, strategist and mastermind. However, rumors had recently circulated that Huang Rong had disappeared for over a month. How long could Xiangyang hold out without Guo Jing and his wife? The enemy immediately doubled the reward and sent a group of top experts to Xiangyang to take Guo Jing's head. These three were top-level assassins who committed all kinds of evil.

The leading monk continued with a lewd grin, saying, "Beautiful and charming lady, why be so fierce? We'll play with you tonight!"

Two men appeared behind her like ghosts, lunging forward. Huang Rong, taking advantage of the man's momentum, slapped his chest with her slender hand. The thin, ghostly man was startled and quickly changed his move, grabbing Huang Rong's arm. Huang Rong changed her move again, stabbing the man's eyes with two fingers. The man quickly tilted his head back to avoid it. At the same time, Huang Rong's jade-like leg struck the other dwarf's vitals. The dwarf retreated slightly, and Huang Rong suddenly felt her feet slip, almost falling. Just as she regained her footing and was about to attack the man's chest, the thin ghost's claw-like fingers stretched out, simultaneously attacking Huang Rong's full, jade-like breasts. Huang Rong quickly gathered her breath and did a somersault, taking advantage of the momentum to clash with the two men. With a loud crash, all three retreated three steps. The two men seemed somewhat surprised, saying, "You've got some background, kid. It actually requires us to attack at the same time."

Huang Rong thought to herself, lamenting her bad luck in encountering these three thugs today.

The leading monk's eyes lit up: "Falling Flower Divine Sword Palm, Orchid Finger Technique, you're Huang Rong?" Huang Rong smiled charmingly: "That's right, I am Huang Rong. Now that you know, hurry back to your hometown, or I'll kill you all."

The leading monk, with lewd eyes and a wicked laugh, said, "Heaven has eyes, heaven has eyes! This Buddha is over fifty, but my libido is still like that of a young man. I'm fortunate to have met the great beauty Huang Rong. Tonight is truly a night of good fortune. Chief Huang, you don't need to lie anymore. This Buddha can see that your internal strength isn't much stronger than ours. One-on-one, you might be able to take the lead." "I have the upper hand, but I only need to send two people to bring you here easily. Oh, I forgot to introduce them to you. They are: Tang Chuan of the Five Poisons Ghost Claw and Jia Ying of the Heavenly Crippled Sect. I, this Buddha, am the Yama Monk, hahaha... Beautiful lady, let us play with your wonderful body. If this drags on too long, my penis will get cold."

Huang Rong angrily said, "You bald monk, shameless!"

Huang Rong slightly tightened her fingers and snapped a piece of bamboo. She flipped over and leaped, then used the Dog-Beating Staff Technique. With lightning speed, she swung the staff at the faces of the three Yama Monks, with a strong wind and great speed. The three hurriedly leaned back to avoid it, which naturally loosened their stance. Huang Rong pulled back the bamboo staff, used a "turning" technique, and swept it towards their feet. The three lost their footing and fell to the ground at the same time. Finally, the three men, possessing superb skills, leaped up the moment their upper bodies touched the ground. Huang Rong kicked a large rock that struck the Yama Monk's chest. The Yama Monk turned his back to her, and with a clang of metal against metal, the rock shattered and fell to the ground. Huang Rong used her Orchid Finger Technique to dodge Tang Chuan's poisonous claw attack, narrowly missing his dantian acupoint. Tang Chuan was shocked and turned around, barely avoiding the blow. Huang Rong then used the Falling Flower Divine Sword Palm to strike Jia Ying's back. Just as Tang Chuan was about to claw at Huang Rong, he suddenly felt something falling rapidly above his head. Tang Chuan raised his claw to block it; it was a massive rock weighing a thousand pounds. The rock's force was astonishing. Tang Chuan used all his strength to deflect the rock, feeling a surge of blood and qi in his chest, his vision going black, a sweet feeling rising in his heart, and his body immediately going limp. He hurriedly tried to brace himself. They had long heard of Huang Rong's great fame, but the exquisite skill she possessed far exceeded their expectations.

Enraged, Huang Rong launched a fierce attack, leaving the three men in a sorry state. However, Huang Rong was secretly alarmed, sensing the strangeness of their martial arts styles during the exchange, fearing she would be at a disadvantage in the continued fight. Especially the Yama Monk, who seemed to possess a Shaolin-style Golden Bell Cover technique; although struck several times by the Dog-Beating Staff Technique, he remained unharmed. The Yama Monk had cultivated an invulnerable protective skill, yet under Huang Rong's bamboo branch strikes, he felt excruciating pain and internal turmoil—a terrifying experience unlike anything he had ever had. As for the dwarf from the Heavenly Crippled Sect, who always boasted of unparalleled martial arts skills, he was utterly defeated by Huang Rong, his arrogance vanishing, replaced by awe and admiration.

The three regrouped their attacks, and for a time, Huang Rong had no openings to exploit, forced to dodge the increasingly fierce attacks. Overwhelmed and constantly on the defensive, she found herself in a precarious situation and gradually fell into a disadvantageous position. Surrounded by three attackers, Huang Rong, despite her exquisite Dog-Beating Staff Technique, was gradually weakening due to depleted internal energy. She immediately used a "Seal" technique to block their attacks, shifting her stance and dashing east and west. The three followed Huang Rong's changing tactics with her bamboo staff. Seeing her charge outwards, retreating more than ten steps, Jia Ying and Tang Chuan attacked from the front and back with palms and claws. Huang Rong, her energy still surging, knew that even if she could dodge the sneak attack from behind, she couldn't avoid the attack from the front. So she abandoned her retreat and lunged forward. As Huang Rong expected, the poisonous claw attack from behind missed, but the palms attacking from the front, carrying a strong wind, struck straight at her chest.

In a moment of quick thinking, Huang Rong didn't dodge or evade, but instead thrust her chest forward to meet the attack. Jia Ying, facing her, saw Huang Rong's trembling, tender breasts coming towards him, and instinctively changed his attack from slapping to grabbing. Huang Rong's smooth, soft breasts instantly fell into his rough hands, her entire delicate body simultaneously crashing into his arms. The soft, warm fragrance momentarily bewildered him; but this brief moment also gave Huang Rong a golden opportunity to turn the tables. Taking advantage of her position in the dwarf's embrace, Huang Rong used the move "Dragon Appears in the Field," forcing the dwarf to stumble back seven or eight steps before collapsing onto his backside, temporarily incapacitated. At this moment, Tang Chuan caught up from behind, but Huang Rong didn't turn around. She unleashed "Divine Dragon Sweeps its Tail," attacking Tang Chuan from behind; a loud bang resounded as their palms clashed. Tang Chuan, unable to withstand the force, fell to the ground, while Huang Rong also stumbled forward, her blood churning. She couldn't help but feel a surge of relief; if the dwarf hadn't been captivated by her beauty and changed his tactics mid-battle, her situation would have been unimaginable.

Now only the Yama Monk remained to fight one-on-one. Huang Rong, confident of victory, unleashed her Dog-Beating Staff Technique, employing eight techniques—tripping, chopping, entangling, thrusting, picking, guiding, sealing, and turning—to rain down blows upon the Yama Monk. Wounded, the Yama Monk immediately leaped and fled, with Huang Rong hot on his heels. The two raced at breakneck speed, unknowingly reaching the desolate wilderness. Suddenly, the Yama Monk stopped, turned, and with a surge of energy, clasped his hands together, unleashing a "Lion's Roar" at Huang Rong. Huang Rong paled in shock. Before she could react, the Yama Monk had swiftly struck seven of her vital points. He thought to himself, "This beautiful Huang Rong is renowned far and wide. Seeing her today, she truly lives up to her title as the most beautiful woman in the Central Plains. She is indeed worthy of being called the most beautiful woman in the land, capable of making fish sink and geese fall from the sky, and the moon hide its face in shame. I wonder how she is in bed?"

Thinking of this, lust arose within him. Huang Rong knew something was wrong and tried to struggle, but her acupoints were sealed, leaving her helpless. The Yama Monk chose a flat spot, took off his outer robe and spread it on the ground, then loosened Huang Rong's hair and placed it on top. He then stripped her of her clothes and shoes, tore her sleeves into strips, and tied her hands and feet to several trees. He forced her to take a bone-softening powder, causing her to lose all her internal energy, preventing them from using their own strength to break through her acupoints. He then released all of Huang Rong's major acupoints, leaving only one on her jaw...

Since Huang Rong disappeared last month, Guo Jing, deeply concerned for his wife, would search for her in the northern suburbs every few days, hoping for a miracle. Despite searching repeatedly, he found no trace of Huang Rong, only the Beggars' Sect's treasure, the Dog-Beating Stick, which she had left behind in the forest. The weather suddenly changed that night; thick clouds filled the sky, and lightning flashed continuously. Guo Jing felt uneasy; his innate intuition told him that something was about to happen. Unable to sleep, he decided to go to the woods in the northern suburbs one last time, regardless of the consequences, to finish what he was determined to do.

Meanwhile, Huang Rong, in the desolate wilderness, broke out in a cold sweat, her mind in turmoil. Sure enough, she saw the Yama Monk grinning wickedly: "I released all your acupoints because I don't like women who are motionless like corpses. But I was afraid that you, Madam Guo, a woman of chastity and virtue, would bite your tongue and commit suicide, so I left one acupoint unreleased, making your jaw weak. However, although you can't speak and can't commit suicide, I didn't press your mute acupoint, so when you're in pleasure, you can still moan a few times if you want."

The afterglow of the setting sun shone on the goddess-like Huang Rong's naked body. Her incomparably beautiful face, firm yet tender breasts, translucent skin, rounded, snow-white buttocks, and even her dark, mysterious triangle of skin were all on full display under the setting sun, making her exquisitely beautiful and beyond compare. Huang Rong felt utterly humiliated. Her chaste and beautiful body was being admired inch by inch and scrutinized inch by inch by a strange man. Her eyes burned with rage, and she wished she could tear the lecherous man before her to pieces. Yet, her martial arts skills were useless; a few strips of cloth were enough to render this legendary heroine immobile.

The monk's hands no longer held back, moving from Huang Rong's jade-like toes to her porcelain-like calves, across her snow-white thighs, down her soft buttocks to her slender waist, and finally down her neck, resting on her firm breasts. Huang Rong felt waves of tingling sensation throughout her body, a feeling completely different from the caresses of her husband, Guo Jing. The chaste woman felt no pleasure, only nausea, but was too weak to vomit.

At this moment, Tang Chuan and Jia Ying, having circulated their inner energy, arrived. Witnessing Huang Rong's disheveled yet alluring appearance, they saw her delicate, smooth skin, her long, shapely legs, her round, firm buttocks, her full, firm breasts, and her peach-like vulva—all laid bare before them, completely exposed. Their lust flared instantly, their blood rushing, their desires overflowing, and their lower bodies hardening.

The Yama Monk began using his superior foreplay techniques, caressing every sensitive spot on Huang Rong's upper body. After a while, seeing Huang Rong's eyes closed and unresponsive, he grew somewhat bored and deliberately said, "Madam Guo, this Buddha will not be polite! The Central Plains hero Guo Jing is about to wear a Mongolian green hat!" He removed his own clothes and pressed his burning body against Huang Rong's naked, beautiful form.

The monk Yama, a connoisseur of countless women, knew exactly where a woman's erogenous zones were. He extended his tongue and gently licked and sucked his captive's sensitive navel, while his hands grasped her soft, slender waist, his fingers skillfully pinching and squeezing. Poor Huang Rong was instantly driven to the brink of ecstasy, wishing only to faint to escape this hellish torment. But she remained perfectly conscious, clearly feeling every contraction and scratch of Yama's fingers on her sensitive belly, every unbearable touch of his tongue on her navel. Seeing that she was about to be humiliated, tears welled in Huang Rong's eyes.

Yama sneered, "Don't cry, Chief Huang. The fun is just beginning." He stopped and moved to her bare feet, where she was panting heavily and unable to move. Huang Rong's heart sank; she knew something terrible was about to happen. The Yama Monk's fingers idly pinched and gently scraped Huang Rong's delicate toes, lightly scratching her rose-petal-like toenails, making her both itchy and frightened, filled with utter panic.

With a triumphant laugh, the Yama Monk's long fingernails touched the smooth, soft Yongquan acupoints on the soles of Huang Rong's feet. Huang Rong was instantly struck dumb; her beautiful eyes snapped shut and then widened, her tender, naked body thrashing wildly between the strips of cloth binding her limbs like a fish out of water. Her perfect feet shook frantically from side to side, her ten white toes opening and closing, trying to escape the Yama Monk's cruel touch, but to no avail. The Yama Monk smiled like a demon, his fingers sometimes slowly tracing the lines of Huang Rong's soles, sometimes quickly scraping up and down her soles, sometimes parting her toes and teasing the sensitive spaces between them.

Huang Rong felt as if her heart was about to leap out of her mouth, her limbs and bones felt like they were about to fall apart. She laughed uncontrollably, tears and cold sweat streaming down her face. The Yama Monk's knowledge of the female body was indeed extraordinary; he easily made Huang Rong experience for the first time the despair of "unable to live, unable to die." Poor Huang Rong, despite her vast knowledge, had completely lost her rational thinking under the Yama Monk's torture. She couldn't even think of how to beg for mercy. She had forgotten that she was completely naked, forgotten that she was being humiliated by her mortal enemy; she only knew that time seemed to stand still, and this immense suffering seemed endless.

Before long, the Yama Monk's simple yet skillful rubbing movements had driven Huang Rong to the brink of madness. Her naked body could only react spontaneously to the waves of intense sensations coming from her sensitive feet. The Yama Monk smiled as he watched the beautiful, naked woman before him, completely out of control and struggling wildly in a spread-eagle position. Her face was flushed, her body drenched in fragrant sweat, and her muscles were taut. Her melodious laughter, like the tinkling of silver bells

, was mingled with tears. Her alluring breasts swung wildly, a far cry from the imposing figure she once was, the leader of the Great Song Dynasty and the pillar of Xiangyang. After a long while, Huang Rong gradually lost all strength, only able to moan softly. Her incomparably beautiful appearance, with her parted red lips and seductive moans and twists, made the Yama Monk unable to resist any longer. He laughed, "Haha, Chief Huang, now you should obey, right?" He stopped what he was doing and began to kiss Huang Rong's cherry lips, inserting his tongue into her mouth and swirling it with her wet tongue. One hand, without any tenderness, kneaded her still-rising breasts. Huang Rong's jaw was weak, and she could only submit to his manipulation.

After fondling Huang Rong's fairy-like breasts to his heart's content, the Yama Monk then used his tongue to draw circles on her jade-like nipples. After a few circles, he suddenly took one of her engorged nipples into his mouth and began to suckle both of them vigorously. After being subjected to the Yama Monk's novel and cruel torture, Huang Rong's will was shattered, and her nerves, overstimulated, were completely open. Now, with her sensitive nipples being played with again, she could not resist and could only gasp for breath.

After sucking for a while, the Yama Monk pulled his face away from Huang Rong's nipples, leaving only his hands kneading her soft and firm breasts. He gazed again at Huang Rong's extremely delicate and mature snow-white skin, as smooth as cream, truly rare in the world. Her spread legs completely exposed her private parts, and the white, tender mound of pubic hair covered the base of her wide-open thighs. Thick, soft pubic hair couldn't cover the slightly parted petals, and the small, pink opening, like a nipple, was slightly closed, protecting the pale pink, rice-grain-sized clitoris. The Yama Monk secretly admired her, his hands not idle either.

Huang Rong quickly felt the Yama Monk's unruly hands move past her navel, towards her lower body, and she struggled wildly. But the Yama Monk on top of her became even more excited, saying, "Let's see if the number one female master of the Song Dynasty can train her skills down there, whether it's more resistant to touching and fucking." Two fingers parted Huang Rong's virgin petals, his thumb pressing against her defenseless clitoris, and his fingers began to vibrate rapidly.

Huang Rong's body trembled instinctively from this intense stimulation. Today, she had been so wantonly humiliated and violated by a shameless man other than her husband, using her uncontrollable physical reactions for his mockery and amusement. Huang Rong, who had always held herself in high esteem, was on the verge of collapse. Unfortunately, her limbs were bound and her internal energy was restricted, rendering all her superb skills useless. She was being humiliated and could only struggle incessantly.

He lowered his lips, and the Yama Monk's nimble tongue roamed over the delicate petals of Huang Rong's body. The Yama Monk chuckled, "Chief Huang, even if my martial arts are no match for your famously dim-witted husband, my skills in this area are a thousand times better. You might not feel anything after a quarter of an hour or two, but after half an hour, I bet you won't cum. Then we'll see what's so special about the fluid flowing from the talented and handsome Chief Huang." The Yama Monk's oral sex was meticulous. He didn't lick indiscriminately; instead, he began with subtle, almost imperceptible movements, deliberately lingering on Huang Rong's erogenous zones with his tongue when he discovered them.

The Yama Monk's oral skills were so exceptional that even a woman devoid of sexual desire or a seasoned harlot would be aroused. Huang Rong, with no physical abnormalities and no experience in matters of love, was naturally soon completely overwhelmed. Though she uttered no sound, she began to involuntarily shake her head, her snow-white belly heaving. Seeing Huang Rong's reaction, the Yama Monk was delighted and, with even greater pleasure, pressed his tongue against her clitoris, twisting and teasing it. The woman beneath him couldn't help but spasm, her full buttocks convulsing. The Yama Monk's mouth was pressed against her vagina, sucking and making lewd, whimpering sounds.

The Yama Monk raised his head and said, "Hehe, did you hear that? Even if your upper mouth doesn't allow it, your lower mouth seems quite welcoming." Huang Rong blushed deeply, only able to respond by trying her best to resist the Yama Monk's teasing. But a woman's body is honest, even the renowned heroine Huang Rong was no exception. Unable to move, Huang Rong's genitals were completely exposed to the Yama Monk's skillful tongue. Waves of pleasure, never before given to her by the simple and honest Guo Jing, surged through her. Even if she could barely suppress a sound, how could she control her body from reacting?

The monk Yama continued teasing Huang Rong's clitoris for a long time, and the indescribable pleasure between her thighs grew stronger and stronger. Gradually, she could even feel her own fluids flowing down her thighs. The monk Yama laughed, "Hehe, even the dignified leader of the Beggars' Sect is no different from an ordinary Han Chinese. All that talk about chastity and virtue, stripped naked and licked casually, and you're already this wet. Hmm, not bad, the taste is just right, truly top-notch, worthy of your lifelong reputation."

Seeing her body so unresponsive, leading to such humiliation by her mortal enemy, Huang Rong was overwhelmed with shame and indignation, grief welling up within her. The monk Yama exhaled a breath of air, exclaiming how pleasurable it was, and continued to thoroughly play with the engorged clitoris of the Song Dynasty beauty beneath him. At this moment, Huang Rong's moist vaginal opening was completely wide open, and the monk Yama took the opportunity to curl his thick tongue and insert it inside. Like the sudden pleasure of penile penetration, Huang Rong couldn't help but let out an "Ah!" For a moment, she felt faint, her legs weak and powerless. She could only concentrate her mind between her thighs to resist, barely managing to stay conscious.

The Yama Monk continued his excited assault on Huang Rong's vagina with his rough tongue. As Huang Rong's lower body became wider and wetter, the Yama Monk inserted his nimble index and middle fingers deep into her petals. Huang Rong twisted her hips incessantly, her upper body arching, her loose, black hair flying wildly in the air before landing on her snow-white shoulders. She could feel her vagina tightening around the fingers inside.

The Yama Monk's two fingers probed and thrust in and out, as if taking turns. When he pulled them out, Huang Rong's bright red petals turned inside out, accompanied by a large amount of fluid. The Yama Monk's thumb massaged her clitoris incessantly outside her vagina. Huang Rong gripped the cloth binding her tightly with both hands, her eyes closed, her toes curled. Soon, the contractions in Huang Rong's vagina turned into spasms of her entire buttocks, her flesh trembling incessantly. Clear fluid flowed down her tender white thighs, forming a trail that soaked the grass beneath her.

The wilderness was silent, save for the lewd sounds of the Yama Monk's fingers rubbing against Huang Rong's wet genitals. The Yama Monk coldly said, "It's time." He pressed down on Huang Rong, who had begun to break down and weep under his constant humiliation and abuse, quickly untying the bonds binding her lower body. Then, he thrust his hips towards her crotch. The Yama Monk grasped Huang Rong's soft feet, which were already weak and powerless to resist, spreading her toes and inserting his fingers between them. He lifted her long legs high, his enormous glans gently rubbing against her wet genitals in a threatening display.

Knowing she was doomed, Huang Rong could only close her eyes tightly, silently praying for divine mercy for her life of chivalry. A miracle occurred at that moment. But good doesn't always triumph over evil. With a cold, forceful thrust of his hips, the Yama Monk's thick penis slammed into the moist, pink crevice of her vulva. The dark red glans, with a force that seemed to make a sound, roughly pried open her labia. When the Yama Monk's large penis was fully inside the crevice, she felt a warm, soft, and moist sensation enveloping her, as if it were melting her.

She let out a long, desperate cry, "Ah…!" Huang Rong's mind went blank, and she almost fainted on the spot. The Yama Monk, who had penetrated her body, laughed smugly, "Madam Guo, my thing is quite a gem, isn't it? I wonder who is superior, compared to Master Guo? Hmm, it seems your lower body doesn't dislike my newcomer. Perhaps Master Guo is slightly lacking? Or perhaps you are simply indiscriminate in your welcome? Hehe."

Huang Rong naturally couldn't answer. The humiliation of being raped had completely numbed her usually clever and quick-witted mind, rendering her unable to think. Even worse, Huang Rong's violated flesh had long since escaped her own control. The stunningly beautiful Huang Rong tilted her head back, her bound upper body constantly lifting upwards, struggling to endure the intense, burning sensation of penetration. Her sexy yet powerless lips, under the merciless torment of her mortal enemy on both body and mind, finally gave up resistance, unconsciously groaning with the Yama Monk's movements.

The Yama Monk, deeply inserted into Huang Rong's body, slid his tongue into her mouth, entwining it with her tongue, and then sucking fiercely. Huang Rong felt as if her tongue was about to break, and at the same time, she felt the deep penis slowly withdrawing, yet strangely, she felt a sense of reluctance. When the Yama Monk thrust deeply again, a strong electric-like sensation rushed to the top of Huang Rong's head, causing her to let out a whimpering sound. When the penis began to thrust violently again, she almost lost her voice, her red lips slightly parted, her jaw trembling slightly from the pressure point, and clear saliva glistening from her cherry-like mouth.

The Yama Monk's hands were not idle either, releasing Huang Rong's legs and constantly teasing her already hard nipples, which seemed about to burst, and her elastic, irresistible breasts. The more Huang Rong tried to resist, the more her senses focused on the places the Yama Monk was touching, making the pleasure even more intense. At the same time, because her body could not move at will, she experienced a strange new feeling, both humiliation and excitement.

The Yama Monk channeled his inner energy, his enormous, fiery penis thrusting in and out of Huang Rong's silken vagina at a speed far exceeding that of an ordinary person. His glans, like a galloping horse, rubbed against Huang Rong's beautiful, petal-like labia and her mysterious, sacred clitoris.

Huang Rong felt as if her lower body was being burned, yet felt no pain. Since her wedding night with Guo Jing, she experienced a pleasure ten times greater than ever before, spreading from her lower body to every pore of her body—an indescribable comfort, an indescribable bliss. She groaned loudly, her legs tightly encircling the Yama Monk's waist, her bound hands only wanting to hold the man before her tightly, caring nothing for who he was.

It should be noted that both Guo Jing and Huang Rong were quite naive; in over ten years of marriage, they had never thought of, nor would they deign to, expend their inner energy on such vulgar matters of the bedroom. The Yama Monk, however, was lecherous and experienced; half of his inner energy had been cultivated specifically for sexual matters. Today, Huang Rong's mature body experienced for the first time the powerful pleasure of being thrust into by someone with both innate talent and profound internal strength. However, she had lost all her internal strength and was unable to resist. How could she endure it?

Every movement of the Yama Monk's fiery, enormous member deeply impacted Huang Rong's womb. The crude penis brought the once arrogant heroine of Xiangyang City to the peak of lust.

The intense pleasure drove the Yama Monk to thrust with all his might. Yet, the same intense pleasure caused his delicate trophy to desperately resist. Huang Rong tried to clench her teeth, but her jaw wouldn't move, unable to control the lingering moans that escaped her lips. She could only think of her beloved Guo Jing, her daughter, and her duty to protect the country and its people in Xiangyang, desperately trying to preserve her last shred of dignity. But Guo Jing's face remained blurry in her mind, while her smooth buttocks, subjected to such humiliation by her mortal enemy, writhed uncontrollably. Tang Chuan and Jia Ying were no strangers to matters of the flesh, but now, seeing the celestial beauty Huang Rong's irresistible allure, they couldn't resist any longer. They both pulled out their penises and began masturbating towards Huang Rong. As they masturbated, they admired Huang Rong's graceful figure. The more they looked, the more they felt that no woman in the world could compare to Huang Rong—whether in appearance, figure, temperament, or even her sensual charm.

Finally, they could no longer restrain themselves. "...Ah, I can't...Brother Jing, Rong'er is sorry...Fu'er, please don't follow Mother's example..." Tears streaming down her face, Huang Rong's blurred images of Guo Jing, her daughter, and Xiangyang City suddenly merged into the wicked yet clear face of the Yama Monk before her, then transformed into countless rays of light. Her snow-white, full buttocks involuntarily thrust forward, her supple waist trembled, and her soul seemed to rapidly oscillate between the three realms, finally expanding rapidly into a blissful world. Her pink vagina clenched and convulsed, glistening fluid flowing out in waves, accompanied by uncontrollable, long, lewd cries of pleasure. She felt a warm, melting sensation throughout her body, as if time had stopped—then came the endless descent into darkness.

In an instant, Huang Rong trembled, reaching an unprecedented climax. Tang Chuan and Jia Ying, witnessing Huang Rong's blissful, almost otherworldly state, couldn't help but ejaculate uncontrollably. The Yama Monk, unable to restrain himself within her convulsing vagina, thrust forcefully and ejaculated as well. Even after he had completely ejaculated, Huang Rong's vulva shamelessly clung to Guo Jing's penis, as if trying to squeeze out every last drop from this mortal enemy of the Song Dynasty. The Yama Monk collapsed onto Huang Rong's soft body, panting. Her face was flushed, her long eyelashes fluttering, as she shamefully savored the afterglow of her involuntary orgasm.

The monk kissed the sweat-drenched Huang Rong and laughed, "What righteous path of the martial world, the number one in the Central Plains, what a boastful tone! You're nothing special after all. Your moaning is quite pleasant though... Chief Huang, it's not over yet, let's continue our pleasure!" After saying that, he untied the bonds binding Huang Rong's upper body. Tang Chuan and Jia Ying, who had just witnessed Huang Rong's seductive demeanor, were already burning with desire and eager to try it out. The three of them prepared to begin another round of humiliation.

Tang Chuan, his lust surging, spoke first: "Damn it! You, Yama Monk, really have a way with yourself, managing to completely humiliate the renowned beauty Huang Rong; tonight is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, if we don't find a way to have some fun and enjoy ourselves to the fullest, wouldn't that be a waste?"

Jia Ying laughed: "Hehe! Brother Tang is right, but this charming Madam Guo's martial arts skills are no joke, she's highly skilled, and roses have thorns, we have to be careful."

Tang Chuan said: "Hmph! What good are high-level martial arts skills?" "Didn't you see how wanton she was just now? All we need to do is thrust our big cocks straight into her cunt, hehe! Then, no matter how high her martial arts skills are, she'll probably only be able to moan loudly!" Tang Chuan couldn't help but reach out and grab Huang Rong's full, firm breasts. His reckless action suddenly awakened Huang Rong, who was still intoxicated by the afterglow of her orgasm. She opened her eyes and glared fiercely at Tang Chuan. Seeing her beautiful face filled with arrogance and an unapproachable demeanor, Tang Chuan felt indignant. Tang Chuan forced the exhausted Huang Rong to kneel down. Under the setting sun, the incomparably beautiful Huang Rong knelt naked in the open field, her shapely and sexy buttocks raised in a doggy-style position. Between her smooth, well-proportioned thighs, a beautiful garden of black and red was revealed, with milky white fluid slowly and lewdly seeping out.

Tang Chuan grabbed Huang Rong's hair as she lay on the ground and arrogantly brought his huge, red and black penis to her mouth. Although Huang Rong had lost her internal energy, her martial arts skills remained. As soon as the penis entered her mouth, she cleverly tilted her head, causing it to fall out. Tang Chuan, having tried repeatedly without success, had no choice but to grab Huang Rong's head, insert his penis into her mouth, and press her head tightly against his genitals, rendering her immobile.

"Chief Huang, you'd better swallow it obediently, lest you suffer needlessly again," the dwarf Jia Ying said, raising his hand and forcefully slapping Huang Rong's soft buttocks. Huang Rong cried out in pain, but with her mouth filled with the salty and sour penis, she couldn't make a sound. Her jaw acupoints were pressed, preventing her from closing her lips, and she couldn't bite Tang Chuan. Although Huang Rong was incredibly intelligent, she knew nothing of this kind of technique, and since she couldn't use her jaw to hold it tightly, the pleasure Tang Chuan derived from her mouth was limited. Suddenly, the dwarf Jia Ying circled behind Huang Rong. In the open field, Huang Rong's round buttocks were raised high, her snow-white flesh particularly conspicuous. In the peach-like valley, black pubic hair surrounded the bright pink opening, as if it were opening its small mouth waiting.

Huang Rong, with her eyes closed, was startled to find the dwarf Jia Ying behind her. Before she could react, the Yama Monk swiftly positioned his penis against Huang Rong's vulva, thrusting his hips forward, their lower bodies pressed tightly together. Panting heavily, Huang Rong collapsed weakly to the ground, her lower body held high by the dwarf Jia Ying. The Yama Monk said, "Guo Jing has probably never played with his wife like a dry dog before. Today you are quite fortunate, haha."

Huang Rong's mind went blank, her beautiful breasts swaying incessantly. After about half an incense stick's time, the dwarf Jia Ying's hand touched Huang Rong's clitoris, stroking it for a while, only feeling sticky fluid. His fingers, glistening with vaginal fluid, gently brushed across her perineum before moving towards Huang Rong's anus, which resembled a chrysanthemum bud. The dwarf first circled around it, then smeared his wet fingers on the brownish-red opening, which immediately contracted like a sea cucumber.

Attacked in such an unexpected place, Huang Rong felt only filth and panic; her helpless anus was no match for the intruder. The dwarf forcefully pulled Huang Rong, who was almost completely collapsed to the ground, up, feeling her buttocks tremble with fear. He softly said to her, "My little beauty, don't be afraid. Your anus is quite lovely! Not dirty at all. You'll feel as good as you did just now!" The dwarf comforted her, but his middle finger slowly penetrated deeper. Huang Rong instinctively tried to escape, but the dwarf held her buttocks, feeling the filthy place, untouched even by her beloved Jing-gege, slowly being stretched open. A foreign object slowly entered her body, along with the penis of the Yama Monk inside her vagina, thrusting within her.

Huang Rong experienced both pain and pleasure, a sensation she had never felt before seemingly washing her away to another world. Only unconscious moans escaped her lips. The dwarf's fingers touched Huang Rong's anus, applying slight pressure with his fingertips before kneading. Huang Rong swayed her hips from side to side, trying to escape, but she couldn't prevent the dwarf's intrusive, meticulously massaging fingers from leaving her most private area. Her snow-white body writhed like a snake, moaning, her entire body curling helplessly.

Simultaneously violated from both front and back, Huang Rong, overwhelmed by the intense sensations, forgot where she was, who she was, and the distinction between friend and foe. These concepts had vanished from her mind, numbed by shame, resentment, pain, and guilt. She simply allowed her mature body to react directly to the actions of the three men. The three—Yan Wang Seng, Tang Chuan, and Jia Ying—simultaneously and rapidly thrust into Huang Rong's three orifices, causing her mind to reel as if struck by lightning, and her lower body to feel as if electrocuted. No matter how high Huang Rong's martial arts skills were, she was still made of flesh and blood. Moreover, she had already lost all her

internal energy and was powerless to resist... "Ah...ah...ah ah..." Under the intense stimulation given to her body by the three monks, she finally couldn't bear it anymore and cried out in a frantic and desperate way. Her body twisted desperately, and she was on the verge of collapse. Suddenly, Huang Rong's muscles stiffened, her brows furrowed, and her expression seemed to be in pain, despair, and sadness. Her cries of "Ah ah ah...ee ah..." were indescribably melodious and indescribably lewd. Her naked body arched, drawing a beautiful curve like a perfect jade statue. The monk felt the smooth, silky vagina contracting and expanding rhythmically, and warm love fluid gushed from the depths of the beauty's body, drenching his deeply penetrating glans.

Huang Rong's arched body stiffened for a moment, her long sigh gradually subsided, and her entire body suddenly went limp. Seeing Huang Rong exhausted from her intense orgasm, her eyes rolling back, her body convulsing, the three men became even more excited. Behind Huang Rong, weak yet undeniably alluring, the dwarf Jia Ying continued to ravage her anus with his fingers, while Tang Chuan took turns caring for Huang Rong's two soft, fragrant breasts, squeezing and kneading them forcefully, his mouth licking the sweat seeping from her back. Huang Rong couldn't resist with her internal energy; her disheveled long hair swung wildly from side to side. The Yama Monk, holding Huang Rong tightly to her lower body, continued to thrust faster and faster. Huang Rong, having just experienced her orgasm, was extremely sensitive in her lower body, feeling immense discomfort, only able to moan unconsciously.

The Yama Monk chuckled with enjoyment, "Hehe, Chief Huang, today I'll let you experience the pleasure of sex! After we're done, I'm afraid you'll never be able to leave me again." Huang Rong, covered in fragrant sweat, instantly regained her senses. Thinking of her earlier disgraceful state, she felt utterly ashamed and utterly humiliated. Although her mind was filled with a mix of emotions—hatred for the three Yama monks and the others, and guilt towards Guo Jing—her lower body felt hot and empty, a desperate longing for someone to fill the void within her. This feeling was truly unbearable; she couldn't help but gasp for breath, her lower body writhing as if pleading, yet she dared not think too much about what her body was actually begging for. But Huang Rong was extremely resolute, simply enduring it as best she could.

Tang Chuan grinned lewdly, pressing Huang Rong's head to the grass while caressing her firm breasts and pinching her beautiful nipples. He said, "What are you pretending to be chaste for, you slut? The Yama monk made you feel good, you son of a bitch! Next up is your flower-like daughter. A virgin's experience must be quite different, but your daughter is nowhere near as alluring as you..." Upon hearing this, Huang Rong, thinking of how she had just been defiled by the lecherous demon and how her beloved daughter would suffer the same fate, turned ashen with rage.

At this moment, the dwarf Jia Ying suddenly gestured, stopping Tang Chuan from speaking further, and then whispered, "An expert is coming!" The three quickly positioned themselves around Huang Rong. A moment later, a middle-aged man with thick eyebrows and large eyes arrived in a flash. Upon seeing Huang Rong lying naked, he cried out, "Rong'er! Is it really you? What happened...? What's wrong?" Before his words even finished, he was already before Huang Rong.

The newcomer was none other than the great hero Guo Jing. He first checked Huang Rong's breathing, finding it normal and without serious harm. He immediately took off his outer garment to cover her. Suddenly, a whooshing sound rang out, and countless tiny, hair-like hidden weapons swarmed towards her. Guo Jing picked up Huang Rong, leaped up, and swiftly dodged the weapons. His movements were seemingly slow but actually swift. Upon landing, he immediately shielded Huang Rong, his care and tenderness overflowing.

Seeing her husband's awe-inspiring power and genuine affection, Huang Rong felt a surge of warmth. She nestled behind Guo Jing, quickly fastening her clothes, thinking to herself, "As long as Brother Jing is with me, even a thousand armies could protect me." But then she remembered the pleasurable physical reaction she had experienced during the humiliation by the monk Yama, and her heart was filled with guilt. She whispered, "Brother Jing, those scoundrels saw my body! I'm so ashamed! Brother Jing, please teach them a lesson and gouge out their eyes, okay?"

The clever Huang Rong's words had a deeper meaning. She knew Guo Jing's personality well; she knew that even if he suspected something, he wouldn't press the matter. By downplaying the issue, she only mentioned that her body had been seen by thieves and asked him to gouge out their eyes to avenge her. In this way, she could both dispel Guo Jing's suspicions and omit the fact that she had been humiliated—a brilliant move indeed. Guo Jing had already suspected his wife of being humiliated when he saw Huang Rong lying naked; however, his heart was simple and honest. He thought that even if his wife had been humiliated, it was out of helplessness. Therefore, he felt only more pity for Huang Rong and no resentment whatsoever. Hearing Huang Rong's words, knowing his wife was still innocent, he was overjoyed.

He excitedly grasped her hand tightly, awkwardly saying, "Rong'er, you're alright! I'm so happy!" The three monks, seeing their sneak attack fail, leaped forward. Although they knew Guo Jing was highly skilled, secretly estimating his abilities were roughly equal to Huang Rong's, and now that Huang Rong had taken the bone-softening powder and lost all her internal energy, they weren't particularly afraid of Guo Jing, even though they were captivated by Huang Rong's beauty. The monk stepped forward arrogantly, loudly proclaiming, "We've already experienced Madam Guo's impressive skills! Hehe! Truly extraordinary! We three have had a feast for the eyes. Hehe! I wonder if Great Hero Guo will also fight naked?"

His words were veiled, lewd, and contemptuous, enraging Guo Jing. He softly said to Huang Rong, "Rong'er, you rest aside for now. Watch me teach these three scoundrels a lesson." After instructing his beloved wife, he roared and leaped forward. Guo Jing, still in mid-air, unleashed the immense power of his "Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms," enveloping the three men from all directions. Startled, they hastily counterattacked, feeling the overwhelming force of the attack, far surpassing anything Huang Rong had previously displayed. Guo Jing unleashed his divine might, combining the "Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms," the "Empty Fist," and his Ambidextrous Technique, leaving the three terrified and in agony. Seeing the situation turning against them, the Yama Monk let out a lion's roar, and the three shifted their attack, unleashing their most potent defensive techniques. A chilling aura now completely enveloped Guo Jing, and their previous defensive posture gradually turned around. Guo Jing felt the three men's back-and-forth attacks and defenses moving with lightning speed, a stark contrast to their previous movements. While maintaining his

defensive posture, Guo Jing also pondered the principles of the scriptures, searching for a way to break the formation. However, his mind was not particularly sharp, and he couldn't devise a good plan in a short time. Seeing Guo Jing only defend and not attack, the three became increasingly smug and arrogant. Huang Rong, watching from the sidelines, grew increasingly anxious as Guo Jing gradually lost ground, fearing he might make a mistake. In her anxiety, a sudden idea struck her. She feigned focus on the battle, but seemingly unintentionally lifted the hem of her long robe, revealing her snow-white, shapely legs. At that moment, the bright moon hung in the sky, and her long, shapely legs, illuminated by the moonlight, were truly as white as snow and as smooth as jade. Tang Chuan and Jia Ying, upon seeing this, were indeed distracted and secretly watched, falling right into her trap.

It turned out that after gaining the upper hand, the three gradually relaxed. Compared to Guo Jing's single-minded and focused combat, the three were incredibly relaxed and had plenty of energy. Under these circumstances, Huang Rong, with her exposed figure, naturally became the focus of their attention. The clever and mischievous Huang Rong, skilled in both singing and acting, and well-versed in men's psychology, casually swayed her legs, her robes billowing, revealing glimpses of her alluring figure. Tang Chuan and Jia Ying, unaware of Huang Rong's deliberate seduction, thought themselves lucky; their lustful eyes followed her every move, their gazes roaming back and forth, clearly taking in her fair skin and alluring curves. Huang Rong was fully aware of their lewd thoughts, and thus, depending on the changing battle situation, she would open and close her legs at opportune moments, revealing glimpses of her beauty.

Whenever Guo Jing was at a disadvantage, she would feign abandon, widening her legs, and the two men, of course, seized the opportunity to peek at Huang Rong's secrets. With Tang Chuan and Jia Ying distracted, Guo Jing gradually recovered from his peril and focused on his enemy, unaware that his beautiful wife was sacrificing herself behind his back. He used ambidextrous techniques, unleashing the "Regretful Dragon" strike, attacking the three men separately. The Yama Monk, seeing his palm strike lack its previous power, became nonchalant. This "Regretful Dragon" was the essence of the "Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms," reaching a state of extreme softness and returning to simplicity, thus its power was far less than ordinary palm techniques.

Seeing Guo Jing's weak and powerless palm strike, clearly at his limit, the three men, while parrying with their own palms, leered at Huang Rong. Just then, a gust of wind rose, causing Huang Rong's robes to flutter, revealing her snow-white lower body. Gazing at this beautiful sight, the three men were overcome with lust, their minds wandering. The moment their palms clashed, the three men immediately sensed danger; overwhelming, surging internal energy surged forth, layer upon layer, wave after wave. The first to be struck, the Yama Monk, was sent flying backward like a cannonball, crashing heavily to the ground, never to rise again. Tang Chuan followed suit, falling heavily to the ground like a leaf in the wind. The dwarf Jia Ying of the Heavenly Crippled Sect, relying on his superior lightness skill, barely evaded the deadly strike of the Dragon Subduing Palm, and hurried away, laughing, "Beautiful lady, I will miss your naked, shapely figure, your little mouth, your irresistible flesh cave. Xiangyang City… farewell!" His figure faded into the distance…

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