Chuxiong, the frontier

Chu Xiong and his companions entered Keerqin City and found it densely populated, with paved streets and bustling markets. After passing several streets, a straight stone road stretched before them, leading to countless palaces with yellow tiles. The setting sun shone on the glazed tiles, making them shine brilliantly and dazzlingly. They entered a small shop, ordered wine and food, and Chu Xiong ate while pondering his next move. Suddenly, a commotion erupted in the street, and a frightened horse galloped towards them, causing the people to scatter in terror.
A burly man rushed out from the roadside, grabbed the reins, and held the horse firmly in place despite its kicking and leaping. The horse roared for a while, then gradually calmed down.
Chu Xiong thought to himself, "That man has incredible strength; he's no ordinary person." Just then, he saw the man enter the shop and invited him to join them for drinks. The man was a straightforward fellow, so he sat down, exchanged names with Chu Xiong, and began to chat. His name was Ge Jinmu, and he made his living by herding livestock. He had come to Keerqin City to participate in the Warriors' Tournament.
Just as Chu Xiong was about to ask for more details, he suddenly heard Qiu Haitang whisper, "Bai Fuwei!" Chu Xiong looked outside and saw dozens of riders galloping towards them. The leader, dressed in white with a pale face, was none other than "Nine Desolate Demon God" Bai Fuwei, followed by a group of strangely dressed warriors. The group sped past in an instant.
Ge Jinmu spat and said, "They are Tibetan warriors, also daring to compete for the title of 'Number One Warrior Under Heaven' so they can ask my princess for her hand in marriage. Don't they know their place? How can they be worthy of a princess as beautiful as a fairy?" Chu Xiong inquired for more details.
It turned out that the Oirat and Tatar were the two largest states beyond the Great Wall, fighting year after year for supremacy, with victories and defeats on both sides.
The Oirat held a "Warriors' Tournament" every year to select the most outstanding warriors and military commanders. Some time ago, a Tibetan prince proposed marriage to the Oirat princess, but the Oirat king, intending to refuse, said that only the greatest warrior in the world was worthy of marrying the princess. Therefore, this year's martial arts tournament was especially grand. The winner would not only receive the title of "Greatest Warrior in the World," but also be promoted to "General of the Iron Cavalry" and given command of troops. If he passed the princess's palace examination, he could also marry the princess. Thus, this tournament attracted not only many of Tibet's own warriors and generals, but also many foreign warriors.
After understanding the situation, Chu Xiong had a plan. He inquired about the time and place of the tournament, had a meal, parted ways with Ge Jinmu, and found lodging with the three women. In the room, Chu Xiong discussed the martial arts competition with Qiu Haitang. Qiu Haitang said, "If you want to be a great general or a prince consort, then go ahead. With your martial arts skills, who can beat you? What are we discussing?"
Chu Xiong laughed, "Tang'er, you're joking! I just want a place to live so you and Tongmei can have a peaceful birth and live a comfortable life."
Qiu Haitang sighed, "Desires are endless. You're not a peaceful person. Do as you please, just hope you treat us well in the future." Chu Xiong chuckled ingratiatingly.
On the day of the competition, Chu Xiong and the three women dressed as men arrived outside the Oirat military training ground and saw three or four hundred people already gathered in front of the gate. They didn't move forward but stood at a distance to wait. Suddenly, they heard a commotion behind them and turned around to see Bai Fuwei and a group of Tibetan warriors hurrying towards them. Bai Fuwei's face was gloomy, and he seemed preoccupied. As he passed by Chu Xiong and the others, he suddenly stopped and stared at Chu Xiong with a strange light in his eyes. As Chu Xiong and the others were still wondering, two men leaped out from behind Bai Fuwei, shouting, "That's Senior Brother's sword!"
Chu Xiong suddenly realized that it was the sword at his waist that had attracted Bai Fuwei and the others' attention; it seemed that the foreigner must be with them. Little did he know that the foreigner was Bai Fuwei's chief disciple, named Dadamule, a prince of the Tubo Kingdom. Bai Fuwei asked in a deep voice, "Where did you get this sword?"
Chu Xiong replied, "I picked it up from a dead man."
Bai Fuwei's expression changed drastically. "Did you kill him?" Chu Xiong did not answer, his expression ambiguous. Bai Fuwei roared and unleashed a thunderous palm strike. Seeing Bai Fuwei's palm strike, Chu Xiong also struck out with his own, a head-on collision with no room for trickery. Their palms collided with a loud bang, and Bai Fuwei staggered, taking a step back, while Chu Xiong stood calmly in place.
Bai Fuwei was shocked, not expecting his internal strength to be so strong. His mind raced, and he shouted, "This scoundrel is the murderer of the Tibetan prince! Today, he relies on his superior martial arts to seize the title of 'Number One Warrior Under Heaven.' Whoever can subdue him will not only receive a generous reward from the Tibetan kingdom, but will also ascend to the throne of 'Number One Warrior Under Heaven.'" Before he finished speaking, his two disciples, Takeda and Peng Hu, attacked from the left and right. Chu Xiong roared and thrust out his palms, exchanging two blows with the two, sending them flying several feet away.
At this moment, a short man of about forty years old rushed out and shouted, "Where did this madman come from, daring to cause trouble in the Oirat?" Chu Xiong did not recognize this man. This man was the most famous warrior of the Oirat, holding the title of "Left Lieutenant General of the Guerrilla Army," named Zuo Cha.
Zuo Cha was short in stature, but his martial arts skills were truly remarkable. His left palm struck out, followed swiftly by his right. He then retracted his left palm, adding force to his right, creating a three-hit combo with combined power, three times stronger than a single palm strike. Chu Xiong shouted, "Good!" and unleashed his left palm. The two palm strikes clashed, forcing the others to retreat to the sides. Just then, Takada and Peng Hu attacked again, followed by other warriors joining the fray, including Ge Jinmu.
Chu Xiong laughed, "Truly, profit is paramount, everyone fights fiercely. Take this!" He kicked out with his left foot towards Peng Hu, then suddenly changed direction mid-flight. Ge Jinmu let out a strange cry, his buttocks struck, sending him flying. Chu Xiong had never been defeated since mastering his divine skill, but facing so many masters simultaneously was a danger he had never encountered before. His breath flowed smoothly, his inner strength surged, and his palms danced, forcing the masters to keep their distance. Bai Fuwei watched Chu Xiong fight the warriors from the sidelines. The speed and power of their attacks were unprecedented in his life, and his face darkened, his heart pounding. This man's martial arts were so strong, probably even surpassing his own. Where did such a master come from? He had to seize the opportunity to eliminate him.
Zuo Cha stepped forward, his sleeves fluttering, unleashing a powerful punch from beneath them towards Chu Xiong. Seeing the attack, Chu Xiong's two wide sleeves billowed forward like two sails in the wind, their power formidable. He shouted, "Indeed impressive!" and struck Zuo Cha's sleeve with a palm strike. The force of this palm strike was concentrated and solidified. With a hissing sound, the two forces collided, and suddenly it seemed as if dozens of gray butterflies were fluttering up and down. Zuo Cha's sleeve was torn to shreds. Zuo Cha's face turned ashen. Enraged, he attacked with both arms straight up and down.
What was originally a situation of dozens of people surrounding Chu Xiong suddenly became chaotic after Zuo Cha unleashed his full power. The others, realizing that flanking him would only hinder their efforts, naturally retreated one by one, forming a circle around him to watch the duel intently. Seeing the others retreat, Chu Xiong suddenly had an idea, and with a whoosh, he threw a punch—a move called "Raging Dragon Lock." His posture was incredibly elegant and powerful, his strength a perfect blend of softness and hardness. The pinnacle of martial arts that every master aspires to reach throughout their lives was revealed in this single move. Everyone couldn't help but cheer! Seeing Chu Xiong's second move, "Skyward Horizons," so exquisitely refined, it was difficult to discern which was superior to his first. This immediately drew murmurs of admiration, "Oh, oh!" and "Heh, heh!" from many.
Initially, Chu Xiong had been fiercely fighting everyone, and the warriors, focused solely on defending themselves, had only noticed his ferocity. Now, temporarily setting aside their own actions, they began to appreciate the unparalleled subtlety of his martial arts. However, after only seven or eight exchanges, the difference in skill between Chu Xiong and Zuo Cha was already clear. Chu Xiong was always a step too slow, allowing Zuo Cha to strike first. Each time Zuo Cha made a move, Chu Xiong would follow suit, and whether due to his youth and strength or his increased speed, he always struck first despite being the one who attacked later. Seizing the opportunity, Chu Xiong
suddenly struck, landing a palm strike to Zuo Cha's ribs. Zuo Cha groaned and retreated hastily.
Chu Xiong did not pursue, but shouted loudly, "Who still dares to defy me?" The warriors roared and surrounded him again, but Chu Xiong's hands did not slow down at all. He punched Takeda, kicked Peng Hu, elbowed the unseen blue-clad giant, and struck a Waji warrior with his palm. In the blink of an eye, he had knocked down four people. Seeing his bravery, the crowd was afraid. Suddenly, a hidden force attacked. Chu Xiong responded with a palm strike, but felt an unusually strong force. His whole body trembled. Upon closer inspection, he saw that "Nine Desolate Demon God" Bai Fuwei had finally made his move. He dared not be careless and focused on fighting back.
Seeing his sneak attack fail, Bai Fuwei secretly regretted it and gathered his strength to launch a full-force attack. Instantly, the energy surged, and the two clashed. Bystanders, unable to withstand the force of the energy, retreated one after another. After rolling and tumbling for more than two hundred moves, Chu Xiong suddenly used two "Mysterious Divine Palms" to deflect Bai Fuwei's attack, while also subtly gathering a solid and powerful counterattack force. He struck out with his palm, the wind from which contained a faint crackling sound. The posture and technique were those of a superior skill from the "Mysterious Inscription Record." Bai Fuwei was greatly surprised and dodged. After a few more moves, he was completely on the defensive and became anxious. Seeing that Chu Xiong was about to strike again, he suddenly lowered his palm and reached out with both hands, grabbing Chu Xiong's fist. It was a move from his famous technique, "Demon Entanglement Hand." He held Chu Xiong's little finger with his left hand and his thumb with his right, twisting upwards with force, intending to break both of his fingers instantly.
Chu Xiong suddenly twisted his right wrist in a small circle, flipping it over and using the "Shadowless Divine Grab" to seize Bai Fuwei's left wrist. Bai Fuwei, overjoyed at his successful grab, was completely taken aback by the strange force that suddenly appeared in his opponent's hand, reversing his grip on his wrist. A chill ran through him; he felt as if his left wrist were trapped in an iron clamp, unable to break free. In desperation, he unleashed a flurry of attacks with his right hand, but Chu Xiong deflected them all. Just as he was lamenting his fate, he felt Chu Xiong release his left wrist and retreat.
Bai Fuwei glared at Chu Xiong, grunted, and turned to leave. Takeda, Peng Hu, and the other Tibetan warriors followed suit. Seeing this, the other experts also lost hope and left. At this moment, a military officer stepped forward and loudly announced the entry of the contestants. Seeing only a few remaining outside, he was surprised. After understanding what had happened, he hurried back to the palace to report. A short while later, he came out and summoned Chu Xiong to the palace to meet the King of Oirat.
Chu Xiong knelt on the ground before the King of Oirat, who excused himself from the formalities and inquired about the situation again. Chu Xiong recounted the events truthfully, and the King was greatly astonished, thinking to himself that this man was indeed a rare talent. However, seeing that he was a Han Chinese, he hesitated and could not make a decision.
Seeing this, Chu Xiong quickly followed Qiu Haitang's instructions and said, "I am a descendant of a noble family from the former Song Dynasty. I am not competing for titles or the position of general; I only hope to have the opportunity to propose marriage to the princess. I have no other requests." After speaking, he took out six luminous pearls from his robes and presented them with both hands. The King of Oirat was also taken aback by this generous gift. He had seen countless rare treasures, but he had never seen such large and rare pearls before. Overjoyed, he said, "If you can pass the princess's palace examination, I will grant you permission to marry the princess." After saying this, he ordered the princess to come to the palace.
Soon, a beaded curtain was hung on the side of the hall, and palace maids moved about inside. When the curtain quieted down, a woman sat behind it; her age and appearance were unclear, but her figure was slender and captivating. Chu Xiong waited intently for the princess to ask her questions. After a long while, the woman suddenly rose and left. The beaded curtain was lowered, and the palace maids retreated into the inner hall. Just as Chu Xiong was wondering what was going on, a palace maid came out and presented the king with a secret letter. The king opened it, read it for a moment, and then issued a decree, bestowing upon Chu Xiong the title of "General of the Iron Cavalry" and ordering him to marry the princess that very day. Chu Xiong was greatly astonished; the sudden surprise left him bewildered…
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The grand and joyous wedding ceremony need not be detailed. After all the ceremonies were completed, Chu Xiong entered the bridal chamber, his heart filled with curiosity about this mysterious princess. Approaching the beauty, he lifted her veil, revealing a stunningly beautiful face. Chu Xiong exclaimed, "So it's you?" This princess was the girl Chu Xiong had raped at Green Pool.
She maintained her cold expression and said, "First, we'll observe the proper etiquette between ruler and subject, then we'll discuss the duties of husband and wife."
Chu Xiong found this amusing and said, "What ruler and subject? What husband and wife? I only know that you are my woman, and you're ranked third."
The princess's face darkened: "How dare you..."
Chu Xiong chuckled coldly: "You've witnessed my methods. Slaughtering your entire royal family would be a piece of cake. What are you putting on airs for, trying to threaten me?"
The princess's expression finally changed drastically, and she trembled as she said, "You... what are you going to do...?"
Chu Xiong said coldly, "Do your duty as a woman! Take off your clothes!" The princess finally realized who she was facing, and her whole body trembled involuntarily.
Chu Xiong chuckled, "Don't be afraid! As long as you obey, I'll treat you well. What's your name?" "Nu...Nuerhaiwa!"
Chu Xiong lifted her chin, gazing at her face, and said, "What a beauty, but a pity you're a used-up flower. Which of us, me or that barbarian, satisfied you more last time?"
"Ah..." Nuerhaiwa looked embarrassed and angry, quickly turning her face away.
"From now on, you will completely belong to me! Including everything you own. If you dare to disobey my will, hehe...you know the consequences..." Chu Xiong grinned maliciously as he undressed her. Nuerhaiwa looked at the man she had chosen, a chill running down her spine. Soon, she was stripped naked, and Chu Xiong pressed her down on the bed. Looking at the beautiful body before him, his lust ignited. "Your stamina was good last time. Today, let's test my skills again and see how you perform!" Chu Xiong lewdly grinned.
Chu Xiong's hands roamed over Nurhava's skin, his fingertips tracing paths that seemed to activate her skin inch by inch, the stimulated cells leaping with life. Nurhava couldn't deny that her body was incredibly sensitive to Chu Xiong's touch! Chu Xiong's hands slid between her legs, completely invading her most intimate place. His fingers rubbed Nurhava's clitoris, and she was powerless to resist, slowly secreting lubrication, making the friction between his hands and her labia easier. ...It was itchy, Nurhava groaned softly. Then both of his hands slipped inside. While wantonly ravaging her, he forced her legs apart. His fingers took turns rubbing Nurhava's labia, causing her to involuntarily clamp her legs together.
"Open!" Chu Xiong commanded, and at the same time, Nurhava's legs were lifted by his feet, involuntarily spreading apart, completely exposing the secret between her legs. His rubbing made Nurhava's breathing quicken, not only did her limbs twist automatically, but even some sensitive parts of her body contracted and throbbed. Suddenly, Chu Xiong's hand withdrew, and Nurhava heard the sound of him undressing. Then, something hard and warm pressed against her vaginal opening, and Nurhava's reaction was... involuntarily, she spread her legs wider, as if actively welcoming it!
When Chu Xiong's penis entered her vagina, Nurhava even breathed a sigh of relief, relaxing as if she had finally obtained something she had longed for. In the first friction between his penis and her vaginal walls, Nurhava experienced a very strange sensation. Chu Xiong inserted very slowly, as if trying to remember every inch of the sensation. Finally, he went all the way in. "His penis is so big!" Although she couldn't see it, a woman's sense of sensation was very clear; his penis filled Nurhava's entire vagina, stretching her so tightly! And during the insertion, he didn't withdraw at all; it was a firm, domineering, slow, and seemingly endless deep penetration!
It was all the way in, and all the space in Nurhava that could accommodate the foreign object was completely occupied. Chu Xiong stopped moving, letting his penis remain inside Nuerhaiwa's vagina, giving her enough time to fully perceive everything about him. "Princess! Close your legs," Chu Xiong commanded from behind. Nuerhaiwa obediently closed her legs. As her legs tightened, her vagina also tightened, making the sensation of the large foreign object inside her even stronger.
"What do you feel?" Chu Xiong asked. Nuerhaiwa sensed a hint of amusement in his voice.
"Ugh... I'm being stretched open... I'm being filled up," Nuerhaiwa honestly stated her current sensations.
"Open them," Chu Xiong commanded again. Nuerhaiwa then opened her legs back to their previous position.
"And like this?" Chu Xiong said, withdrawing, still incredibly slowly, just as when he inserted himself, every inch of friction, the sensation extremely clear.
Nuerhaiwa couldn't answer, only letting out a soft "Mmm..." As Chu Xiong withdrew almost completely, he began to thrust deeper again. Incredibly, as he thrust to his extreme, Nurhava's tense body relaxed slightly, she exhaled, and then groaned as he withdrew. He repeated this process of withdrawing and thrusting repeatedly, then withdrawing again, and then thrusting deeply once more… slowly to the extreme.
Nurhava felt no arousal from him, as if he were merely calmly toying with her, observing her reactions, nothing more. This sent chills down her spine, yet her body became even more aroused.
"My God! Is he going to keep going at this pace forever!" Nurhava thought to herself as she unconsciously shifted her hips to "play" with him. She was truly aroused; her lust had been completely aroused by Chu Xiong to an unprecedented peak. She understood what it felt like for a woman to be in the most need.
But how helpless and painful it was to have this desire constantly aroused yet unable to be effectively satisfied! And he, he was just so calm, so slow...
"Hmm...you..." Nurhava couldn't help but groan. "Princess, can't take it anymore?" Nurhava heard him laugh, and suddenly he thrust hard—"Ah!" Nurhava's body was violently thrust into, and she fell forward. If the feeling before was like a gentle stream, then this was like a raging torrent. Nurhava felt her body being overwhelmed by a surge of sensation she had never experienced before, "Plop!" Her upper body slammed onto the bed, her breasts squeezed out of shape.
Before she could fully process the sensation, Chu Xiong continued to thrust into her with the same ferocity. Nuerhaiwa was dizzy and disoriented; before this wave of sensation could be fully absorbed by her body, the next wave of attack surged forth like a tidal wave. She was like a fragile little boat tossed about in a raging storm, powerless to resist.
Even more unbelievable, she was completely overwhelmed by the pleasure emanating from between her legs. Nuerhaiwa finally understood the true allure of sex; she realized that enjoying being caressed and penetrated by another person was a genuine, unpretentious feeling—it was truly…amazing!
“Mmm…mmm…ah…” Each of his thrusts triggered a reaction deep within Nuerhaiwa's body. This force, both welcoming and resisting, made her feel as if she was investing too much energy in reacting to his attacks, almost draining her strength. Finally, Nuerhaiwa understood what was happening—a torrent of fluid shot out from her abdomen, gushing forth! Now she could only lie limply on the couch, panting heavily.
Chu Xiong turned her over. Nuerhaiwa stared wide-eyed at his penis. Hidden beneath that breathtakingly dark forest, its length wasn't excessive, but it was thick and robust, still erect! Chu Xiong made her lie on the couch, her buttocks dangling over the edge. He lifted her legs and entered the still-wet Nuerhaiwa from the front.
"Oh God, that feeling of being filled is back!" The humiliation and fear had vanished. As Chu Xiong thrust into her again, Nuerhaiwa felt joy, even desire! Chu Xiong thrust into her violently, his penis churning wildly inside her. Nuerhaiwa cried out softly. Before losing consciousness, she saw the expression on Chu Xiong's face. His face hadn't changed much, only his lips were pressed into a thin line, his thick, dark eyebrows furrowed, and his eyes closed, indicating he was enduring and enjoying it. This showed he was sensitive. She could satisfy him! For some reason, this secretly brought Nurhava a sense of satisfaction.
Thrust, thrust, impact… pound, slam, twist, sway… Nurhava climaxed again. Chu Xiong lifted her up, held her body, and after a few final, frenzied thrusts, ejaculated inside her. The scorching, surging power overwhelmed Nurhava. She felt both the emptiness of loss and the satisfaction of gain. Nurhava's body was limp, clinging tightly to Chu Xiong's strong frame, panting heavily against him…
In the morning, Nurhava awoke. She was awakened by an indescribable pleasure that swept through her entire body. Half-asleep, she involuntarily tried to curl up, but she couldn't. She was pinned down. It was Chu Xiong.
His burning body pressed down on Nurhava, rendering her immobile. His tongue licked her nipples, creating ripples... His rough hands rubbed her labia, intense pleasure spreading from Nurhava's most sensitive spot throughout her body...
She writhed desperately, her breasts swaying like waves. Nurhava's legs moved involuntarily, the rubbing causing Chu Xiong's penis to swell and harden. He growled, suddenly leaning down, forcefully spreading Nurhava's legs, and kissing her labia. "Ah..." Nurhava cried out. As his nimble tongue continued to lick her, Nurhava trembled uncontrollably! The feeling was amazing! She moaned, writhing wildly.
Chu Xiong didn't let her go, continuing to play with her. The painful yet intensely pleasurable sensation made Nurhava feel as if she was no longer herself. "Ah!" Nurhava screamed, her body collapsing. A hot flow overflowed between her legs, and her legs went limp. Chu Xiong's hand caressed her panting body, a gentle yet domineering touch. He straddled Nuerhaiwa's neck, thrusting his enormous penis to her lips.
"Lick me!" he commanded. Nuerhaiwa opened her mouth and took it in, kissing and sucking incessantly, her tongue licking the shaft, Chu Xiong's heavy breathing ringing in her ears. His penis grew harder, veins bulging.
"Mmm..." he groaned involuntarily, which excited Nuerhaiwa, who sucked even harder. Chu Xiong's hands gripped the blankets tightly on either side of her body, as if to crush them. Nuerhaiwa bit the glans, her tongue lightly licking his urethral opening.
"Ah..." Chu Xiong roared, his entire body tensing. Nuerhaiwa cupped his glans, forcing a breath into the urethral opening, then sucked hard... "Ugh!" Chu Xiong growled, his whole body trembling violently, his heavy breathing never ceasing. Nuerhaiwa sucked on his penis even more wildly… until Chuxiong could no longer control himself, his head tilted back, his brows furrowed, his eyes tightly shut, he kept moaning and growling in low voices: “Oh… ah ah… um…” His throat trembled, overwhelmed with passion. Nuerhaiwa was about to suck him out—Chuxiong could no longer hold back, with a fiery shout, a stream of hot fluid shot into Nuerhaiwa’s mouth, his whole body slumped down on her like a mountain, breathing heavily. Nuerhaiwa was forced to swallow everything in her mouth. After
resting for a moment, the two clung intimately together, caressing each other and kissing passionately for a long time. Nuerhaiwa knew that she had been forever conquered by the man on top of her…
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Chuxiong made the following rules for Nuerhaiwa: to the outside world, maintain her princess image and dignity; internally, she, Qiu Haitang, and Huo Xintong were equals, of equal status, and addressed each other as sisters according to age. Nuerhaiwa had submitted to Chuxiong both physically and mentally, and dared not disobey. She also found Qiu Haitang and Huo Xintong to be exceptionally beautiful and charming, and the three got along quite well.
Chuxiong, a man of martial prowess, achieved considerable success in his campaigns against the Tatars after gaining military power, earning the trust of the Oirat king and the title of "Wucheng Junwang" (Martial and Accomplished Prince). His life thereafter was one of immense prestige, glory, wealth, and extravagance. However, Chuxiong was not content with this. He frequently sent scouts to the Central Plains to assess the situation, while simultaneously strengthening his military, expanding his ranks, and rigorously training his troops, always ready to invade the Central Plains. Since Qiu and Huo were physically unable to care for him, he had Nuerhaiwa and Shang Meizhen to indulge his desires, so he didn't feel lonely.
Time passed, and Qiu Haitang and Huo Xintong were due to give birth. Chuxiong was overjoyed, both for having offspring and for the prospect of conquering the Central Plains. The reason he hadn't launched his military campaign was because he lacked Qiu Haitang, a capable assistant. Chu Xiong knew that Qiu Haitang wasn't completely devoted to him, and besides, she was pregnant and unable to help him achieve his great cause. Now that she had a child, he expected her to be devoted to him and help him unify China and the barbarians.
That day, Chu Xiong went to visit Qiu Haitang and happened to find Huo Xintong there as well. The three chatted idly. Chu Xiong looked at the two women and saw that they were both heavily pregnant, with plump faces and slightly rough skin, but their brows revealed a mature and charming allure. He couldn't help but feel pity for them and reached out to pull Huo Xintong to sit on his lap. He stroked her swollen belly while kissing her ear and neck repeatedly. Huo Xintong hadn't been intimate with men for a long time, and when he stimulated her, she couldn't help but let out soft moans and gasps.
Chu Xiong felt a surge of desire and pressed his hands on her breasts, kneading them forcefully, while simultaneously gesturing for Huo Xintong to touch his genitals. Qiu Haitang was used to Chu Xiong's disgraceful behavior, so she didn't care and ignored him. Huo Xintong rubbed Chu Xiong's penis through his lower garment, which soon aroused Chu Xiong's desire. He made Huo Xintong kneel in front of him and remove
his lower garment. Huo Xintong had long been submissive to Chu Xiong, and although she was shy, she obediently removed his lower garment, grasped his penis, and gently rubbed it.
"Kiss it," Chu Xiong commanded. Huo Xintong was startled, hesitated for a moment, looked up at Chu Xiong, and finally parted his thick black hair with her hand, lowering her head to place her first light kiss on his large penis.
"Good. Continue," Chu Xiong's voice was filled with excitement. Huo Xintong used her lips to bite his foreskin and extended her tongue, leaving a trail of wet marks on the walls of his penis. Chu Xiong's penis quickly grew larger and harder under her gentle caresses, making Huo Xintong's heart race and her blood boil. She held Chu Xiong's penis with one hand and pressed his scrotum with the other, gently kneading it. At the same time, she licked every inch of his penis with her tongue...
Chu Xiong breathed heavily, and Huo Xintong looked up at his face; he was looking at her too. A barely perceptible lewd smile appeared in his eyes, and the corners of his mouth relaxed, showing extreme pleasure. Huo Xintong was greatly encouraged, and she crawled forward again, tightly hugging his strong waist with both hands, burying her face deep between his legs, and sucking his entire penis into her mouth. At that moment, Chu Xiong let out his first muffled groan, giving Huo Xintong the feeling that she could control him as well. This excited her immensely, so she worked even harder, stirring his penis in her mouth.
"Mmm..." Chu Xiong groaned again. Huo Xintong sucked on his penis tightly, constantly sucking and licking it. Her hands continuously stroked the bulging muscles of Chu Xiong's waist, hips, and thighs. Chu Xiong's penis seemed to move on its own! Huo Xintong spat it out, and it seemed to bounce automatically due to excitement. Her saliva left marks on the shaft, and a bright tear welled up from his glans, shimmering in the bright light. "Ah... I crave it!" Huo Xintong was already somewhat aroused, and her lower body became wet.
Chu Xiong suddenly grabbed Qiu Haitang, who had been watching, and pressed her head down to his crotch. Qiu Haitang struggled in disgust, but she couldn't get rid of Chu Xiong's strong hands. After resisting for a while, she had no choice but to resign herself to her fate, lowering her head to suck on Chu Xiong's glans, licking the teardrop on it with her tongue. Chu Xiong gripped the armrests of the seat tightly, his knuckles turning white, showing his agonizing restraint. Qiu Haitang held his penis in her hands, rubbing it repeatedly, her lips pressing tightly against the glans, sucking hard as if trying to draw out its deepest essence.
Chu Xiong could no longer endure it; he suddenly stood up, his legs straight and planted on the ground, trapping Qiu Haitang's body between them. Qiu Haitang knelt on the ground, her body arching backward from his standing. She clung to Chu Xiong's legs to keep herself from falling, tilting her head back and passionately sucking on his swollen penis.
Chu Xiong used his large hands to hold her head, rhythmically pressing it against his groin. His foreskin was rubbed by Qiu Haitang's gentle lips, the wetness and warmth sending him rapidly to orgasm! His hips thrust forward involuntarily, and Qiu Haitang automatically followed his rhythm, striving for perfect harmony with him.
Qiu Haitang felt a strange sensation, as if Chu Xiong belonged to her. She clung tightly to Chu Xiong, her head thrashing wildly between his legs. Chu Xiong's fingers dug into her hair, rubbing it absently. They moved violently like this for a while, then Chu Xiong suddenly grabbed Qiu Haitang's head and pressed it down, simultaneously thrusting his hips forcefully—he ejaculated! A torrent of semen gushed into Qiu Haitang's mouth. Chu Xiong gasped, his chest heaving. Qiu Haitang
felt breathless, forced to swallow mouthful after mouthful of the semen that kept spraying into her, finally pushing Chu Xiong's body away, gasping for air. She felt waves of nausea and vomiting, and at the same time, an indescribable bitterness welled up inside her.
"How could I become more and more degrading? Have I really let this man completely change me?" She felt herself becoming more and more accustomed to Chu Xiong, and more and more accustomed to being with him, but this was something she absolutely did not want to see.
Suddenly, a series of tearing pains shot through her lower abdomen. "Sister Tang! What's wrong?" Huo Xintong asked, seeing Qiu Haitang's pained expression.
"I...it hurts..." Qiu Haitang said, her face pale.
"I...I'll go find a midwife." Chu Xiong panicked and rushed out of the house...
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As dusk fell, Qiu Haitang gave birth to a healthy baby boy, his cries loud and incessant. Two days later, Huo Xintong also gave birth smoothly to a baby girl, beautiful and strikingly similar to her mother. Overjoyed, Chu Xiong named the boy Chu Le and the girl Chu Jiao. A month later, the two girls, Qiu and Huo, recovered and regained their former slender figures and beautiful faces, now possessing a mature and charming allure, making them even more stunning and captivating.
At this time, Chu Xiong received news that the fall of the Yuan Dynasty was inevitable, and various rebel armies were fighting each other endlessly for control of the country. He believed the time was ripe and discussed with Qiu Haitang the possibility of advancing into the Central Plains to achieve great things. Qiu Haitang initially refused, but eventually succumbed to Chu Xiong's persistent persuasion and made him agree to three conditions: first, treat all the heroes of the righteous armies kindly and avoid excessive killing; second, govern with virtue, bestow blessings upon the world and benefit the people; third, when the time is right, break away from the Oirat and sever ties with the barbarians.
Chu Xiong agreed to all of these conditions and then busied himself submitting a memorial to the king, urging him to invade the Central Plains. The Oirat king approved the memorial, promoting Chu Xiong to "Grand Marshal of Mighty and Unrivaled Expedition," and ordering him to lead an army of 100,000 to conquer the Central Plains. Chu Xiong, full of ambition and high spirits, arranged everything in his residence and made preparations for the expedition with Qiu Haitang, taking only Shang Meizhen with him. Nuerhaiwa and Huo Xintong couldn't help but express their concern and worries, which Chu Xiong comforted them with words of comfort. On an auspicious day, they mustered their 100,000 cavalry and set off for the Central Plains.
On this day, the army arrived outside the border city and set up camp. Chu Xiong and his generals discussed their strategy for attacking the city the next day. As night fell and the generals dispersed, Chu Xiong remained alone,
lost in thought, staring at the diagrams on the table. The tent flap was lifted, and Shang Meizhen, dressed as a guard, entered the tent carrying tea. Chu Xiong glanced up and saw Shang Meizhen, dressed as a man, with a captivating and alluring beauty. His lust was instantly aroused, and he laughed, "Zhen'er, you've come at the perfect time! I've been wanting you to serve me!"
Shang Meizhen placed the tea on the table, knelt before Chu Xiong, and said with a seductive smile, "Master is truly energetic and has an extraordinary physique; he can't be without a woman for a single day." She then lifted Chu Xiong's robe, took out his penis, and sucked on it, her head bobbing back and forth, occasionally glancing at Chu Xiong's expression.
Chu Xiong watched as her red lips gently swallowed his penis, feeling immense pleasure. He leaned back in his chair, closed his eyes, and enjoyed the sensation. When his desire reached its peak, he gestured for Shang Meizhen to mount him. Shang Meizhen removed her lower garment, straddled Chu Xiong, and guided his engorged penis to her honeyed orifice. She exhaled and lowered her hips until it was fully inside her, and after a moment of adjustment, she began to thrust.
Chu Xiong felt waves of stimulation in his lower body, and seeing Shang Meizhen's passionate and focused expression, he was very satisfied. He asked, "When your master ascends the throne, what rewards do you desire?"
Suddenly, a shout rang out: "Barbarian barbarians dare to dream of hegemony!" A flash of cold light swiftly struck. Chu Xiong remained calm under pressure, embracing Shang Meizhen with one hand, and shifted three feet to avoid the attack. The man swung his blade rapidly, all offensive moves, swift as the wind. Chu Xiong, holding Shang Meizhen, dodged and weaved through the gaps in the blade's movement, his lower body still tightly joined to hers, never losing a single piece of clothing.
The man was horrified, knowing he was no match, yet he relentlessly increased the intensity of his attack. But no matter how fierce and ruthless his moves were, they never reached within two feet of Chu Xiong. Suddenly, Chu Xiong flicked his fingers repeatedly, each burst of energy forcing the man to leap high and low, dodging and weaving. Chu Xiong laughed heartily, "So it's 'Iron Man' Miao, long time no see!"
His finger techniques quickened, his attacks becoming increasingly rapid. After more than ten fingers flicked out, Miao Wei was already sweating profusely, retreating continuously, realizing his assassination attempt was hopeless, and turned to flee.
Chu Xiong shouted, "Brother Miao, wait!" A finger flicked out with earth-shattering speed and force. Suddenly, a cold light appeared, and a man thrust his sword towards Miao Wei's back, only to be met head-on by the finger's force. With a "clang," the long sword flew through the air, and Miao Wei, quick as lightning, vanished into the vast night. Chu Xiong stared intently and saw that the person wielding the sword was none other than Madam Qiu Haitang…
****
Miao Wei left the military camp and arrived at a nearby hilltop. Turning back, he saw no one chasing him and stopped. Looking up at the night sky
, he sighed deeply, “Seeing the constant warfare in the Central Plains, and now the iron hooves of foreign barbarians pressing in, our beautiful land is being trampled into pieces. It truly breaks my heart.” Suddenly, a rider galloped towards him from afar. Miao Wei focused his mind and prepared for battle. As the rider approached, a woman leaped down and ran to his side, calling out, “Brother Miao! Are you alright?” Miao Wei looked her over carefully and saw that she was a woman of exceptional beauty. After a moment's thought, he said, “You are Brother Qiu!… Or perhaps I should call you Miss Qiu! I am very grateful for your help earlier!”
Qiu Haitang smiled and said, "Brother Miao, you recognize me? Why are you so distant after all these years? Just call me Sister Tang." Miao Wei remained silent.
Qiu Haitang asked, "Brother Miao, what brings you here?"
Miao Wei countered, "And why are you in the barbarian camp?"
Qiu Haitang's expression darkened, and she said, "My suffering is indescribable... Are Brother Huo and the righteous army brothers alright?"
Miao Wei sighed deeply, "The righteous army has long been wiped out, and Brother Huo has also died on the battlefield." "Ah!?..."
Qiu Haitang exclaimed in shock, "How could this be?"
Miao Wei said, "Various righteous armies rose up in rebellion, and the Yuan Dynasty collapsed. However, the righteous armies fought amongst themselves, and the fighting never ceased. We were outnumbered and outgunned, and were wiped out by the other righteous armies."
Qiu Haitang exclaimed "Ah!" again, her voice filled with sorrow. "Then Brother Miao, you...?"
Miao Wei said in a hoarse voice, "The Central Plains are now the domain of warlords like Zhu Yuanzhang, Chen Youliang, Zhang Shicheng, and Liu Futong. It's not a time for heroes to rise. If you had assisted me back then, things wouldn't have turned out this way... Alas! The past is gone, and I am now disheartened. Remembering my promise to the 'Yunxia Palace,' I returned to the borderlands to avoid the struggle for power in the Central Plains." Qiu Haitang felt a pang of sorrow upon hearing this and remained silent. After a long silence, she spoke, "The journey is long, so I present this horse to you, brother. May you enjoy peace and happiness forever!"
Miao Wei bowed in thanks, gazing at the distant, sprawling camps, his heart surging with emotion as he softly recited: "The bright moon rises over the Tianshan Mountains, amidst the vast sea of clouds. The long wind blows for tens of thousands of miles, passing through the Jade Gate Pass. The Han army descends the Baideng Road, while the barbarians spy on the Qinghai Bay. This has always been a battlefield, where no one returns. The soldiers on guard gaze at the border scenery, their faces etched with longing for home. In the high tower this night, their sighs are never silent."
Tears welled in Qiu Haitang's eyes as she also recited: "The horn's melody breaks the clear autumn air, a soldier leans against the watchtower. The spring breeze faces the green mounds, the white sun sets over Liangzhou. The vast desert is unhindered by soldiers, and travelers wander on the desolate border. The barbarian sentiments are like this water, forever wishing to flow south."
Miao Wei felt a pang of sorrow, turned around, and said, "Tang-mei, take care! I'm leaving." With that, he mounted his horse and rode away, raising a cloud of dust.
Qiu Haitang watched his figure gradually disappear, and vaguely heard Miao Wei's powerful singing voice drifting from afar: "Golden palms on the horizon, dew turns to frost. Clouds follow the wild geese in formation. Green cups and red sleeves celebrate the Double Ninth Festival. Human feelings are like those of my hometown. Purple orchids adorn the hair, yellow chrysanthemums adorn the head. Diligently, I try to quell my old madness. I want to exchange my drunkenness for sorrow. Let the clear song not break my heart. The sky is vast, the wilderness boundless. Heroes go to distant lands. When will I soar to the highest heavens and fight on the battlefield, bathing in blood...?"

[The End]

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