Qin Qing's Perfect Sex

Chapter 1 of 　　Qin Qing's Perfect Sex:
Late Spring, Early Morning.
This was a time that should belong to desire. The heat in the air made
young men and women who opened their eyes from their beds like to writhe on each other's bodies to release their unease and restlessness.
However, when the man in front of you opened his eyes as usual, you could not feel
any youth or vitality. Even though he was only in his early thirties, he looked
like an old man on his deathbed.
In his somewhat empty eyes, you could only feel one emotion: hatred, as if he had been
cursed with the most vicious curse in the world, filled with hatred for everything around him.
If you knew who this man was, you would understand why he harbored so much resentment.
He was once a highly favored nobleman in the Qin Palace, and once a guest of the current emperor's mother. However,
he later failed, and failed miserably. Not only did he lose his fame and status, but he even lost the right to be an ordinary person.
He was like a dog, barely surviving in this world.
Even then, amidst hardship and hunger, he never gave up his
yearning for life. Even a smile from a village girl he'd never given a second glance filled him
with pride.
But later, something else shattered that last vestige of hope. He
had a golden opportunity to taste the sweetness of Ji Yanran, one of the "two most beautiful women of our time,"
and he succeeded.
But after giving her an unprecedented experience of ecstasy, he discovered it was all
a trap set by the man who would become the greatest nightmare of his life. The man was using him to
treat a strange ailment in a bizarre way. That passionate encounter on a summer afternoon in a desolate mountain spring became his
death warrant .
He was a swordsman, and a master swordsman. But even three of him couldn't defeat the
man who, after Cao Qiudao's death, was hailed as the fastest swordsman of his time. Therefore, he gave up resistance, letting the man's swift sword pierce
his chest.
This time, however, the man miscalculated. And it was this mistake that allowed him
to breathe angrily in this earthy, stench-filled cave.
He had always been different from ordinary people in two ways: a penis larger than a donkey's and a
heart more crooked than an ox's. He had suffered from this misaligned heart several times before.
But this time, he had survived the man's swift sword strike. Even the unparalleled master of the time
hadn't noticed anything amiss. He assumed the man had been pierced through the chest and fallen off the cliff.
The man thought he was dead, and probably even he himself thought so.
But what he hadn't expected was that the vines on the cliff not only saved him from the fall but also led him
into this cave. And what he couldn't have imagined was that there was another person inside the cave, a
strange person.
This person was like a cold stone, devoid of any life.
Like him, who had been trapped in despair, he had bid farewell to the world.
Therefore, even if that person saved him, he wouldn't feel the slightest gratitude. From beginning to end, he
felt like a test subject for a human spirit transformed from a stone embryo, allowing the person
to conduct various experiments on his body.
This continued for an unknown period. Autumn turned to spring, and it seemed only the change in temperature allowed him to
feel the difference between this place and the Netherworld. Actually, his body had recovered long ago; although
he had lost all , his physical abilities as a man had long since returned.
But he was unwilling to leave this place and return to
the remained in his cave like a parasite, preferring to guard the "stone" that only appeared once every few days.
But today, the "stone" actually spoke. The "stone" didn't say much, but he understood
why the "stone" had saved him.
The reason the "stone" was willing to save him was because he was the legendary Lao Ai, who was said to be able to sleep with more than a dozen women in one night,
unparalleled in the world in bed. The reason "Stone" was willing to save him was because "Stone
's" true identity was none other than the legendary "Old Man of Bliss."
The man boasted that no woman could resist his lewd skills in bed, but he had to admit that
this "Old Man of Bliss" possessed the same abilities. However, compared to someone who pursued his own pleasure, this
"Old Man of Bliss" was a complete eccentric. No one had ever heard of him having any romantic escapades,
yet he was arguably the most knowledgeable about desire in the world.
It was said that to allow a widow who had been forced to abstain from sex for many years to experience male pleasure again,
he slaughtered over twenty members of her mother-in-law's family and took the widow to the northern desert where three men
served her day and night. This widow was none other than Zhao Rui, the princess of the fallen Zhao Kingdom, and the three men were
the three most outstanding disciples of the Chu Boy Sword sect.
It was also rumored that this Old Man of Bliss, to restore
the virility , transplanted the testicles of a hundred-year-old spirit monkey from the snowy mountains into him. The snow mountain monkeys were extremely masculine and vigorous, a method that allowed
the man to indulge in almost nightly revelry without tiring. This man was Tian Hui, a descendant of the Tian family of Chu.
For a long time, he had longed to meet this man, even if only to discuss his understanding of
sex . However, when he finally met him, he discovered
that the man spoke things he never expected.
"I know," the old man's voice was filled with a strange sharpness: "Last year, you
fell into Xiang Shaolong's trap. Back then, he also told you to seduce the
peerless beauty Ji Yanran when you were in despair. Therefore, if I were to ask you to use the same method to violate
Qin Qing, another of the two most beautiful women of our time, you would surely fear that this is also a trap."
"No, I am not afraid of being tricked," the man said. "The man before me
is . Even if I tied his legs and one hand, I couldn't kill him, let alone take revenge on Xiang Shaolong. Because..."
"If I had the chance to humiliate his women, I wouldn't care about the risks, or even my
life ."
"Then what are your concerns?"
"Qin Qing." The man uttered only these two words slowly.
Qin Qing was not only a woman of unparalleled beauty, but also, compared to Ji Yanran, who had roamed the martial world and
developed Palace, had not only cultivated a noble temperament but also
a heart free of desire.
During his time in the Qin Palace, he had, of course, been tempted by Qin Qing countless times. However,
if those women with pure hearts and few desires were like solid ice, then Qin Qing could be described as a piece of cold jade.
Solid ice can always melt under intense yang energy. But cold jade, even raging fire could not change
her.
He knew in his heart that Xiang Shaolong was able to obtain this woman mainly because of the situation at the time.
It was the complex struggles in the Qin Palace that pushed Qin Qing toward Xiang Shaolong. The reason Xiang Shaolong was able to manipulate a woman's heart using the very sexual desires she had rejected
since her wedding night was largely due to Qin Qing
's circumstances at the time, which forced her to accept this choice. This marriage, like every
romance , was heavily influenced by politics.
Therefore, he knew that even years after their marriage, Qin Qing still lived alone. Her infrequent
intimacy with Xiang Shaolong was more for the comfort of a man. Just last year, when he infiltrated
Xiang Shaolong and successfully conquered Ji Yanran, he had also seen
Qin Qing, whom he hadn't seen for many years. That fleeting glimpse had left an indelible impression on him.
He had never imagined that a woman could be so conscious and abstinent. And
a woman lacking male affection exuded a chilling aura.
He rejected the Old Man of Bliss because he felt he couldn't do it anymore. Even if the old man would kill him if he heard his
reasons , he didn't want to make such a pointless attempt.
This time, however, the Old Man of Bliss didn't force him. He simply took something out of his clothes.
It was a handkerchief that women placed by their pillows at night, made of the most precious
silkworm silk . Although it was incredibly beautiful, he knew by touch that this was
something the women in Xiang Shaolong's household liked to use. Moreover, this handkerchief had a very distinctive scent.
"Is this hers?" The man's questioning tone revealed a subtle, almost imperceptible excitement.
"What do you think?"
When the Old Man of Bliss uttered these three words, the man stopped asking questions. He trembled as he
stood up, still tightly clutching the handkerchief in his hand.
"How do I begin?"
"You'll find out soon enough." The old man paused, then added, "But remember, your
purpose this time isn't to humiliate this woman, but to give her an unprecedented experience, the most perfect
sex."
"Of course I understand," the man said. "And I think I understand your pleasure now. Studying the hearts of
these hypocritical people seems more interesting than power struggles."
The man couldn't help but laugh after saying this, and the old man laughed in front of him as well. In this world, perfection
is hard to find, but sometimes, a true friend can be a prerequisite for perfection.
A wind rose.
The wind of late spring in the north carried a chill amidst the warmth. But in the land of Qin, the spring wind already
made one feel the restlessness of summer. At this moment, Qin Qing's inner turmoil and unease
were stronger than ever before.
A month ago, when she told her husband about her recurring dreams of her ancestral home, Xiang Shaolong, who had always
revered , naturally suggested that she take her personal guards to Qin to visit her family.
This time, however, Xiang Shaolong, unable to leave his post, offered her another idea: to
take seven-year-old adopted son, Xiang Ying, on a trip to Qin Pass.
Initially, she felt that Xiang Ying, now mature enough, should naturally travel, especially since the entourage, though consisting of only
a few maids, was a carefully trained guard by Xiang Shaolong over the past two years. Therefore, while the trip to Qin Pass needed to be discreet
, she anticipated no danger.
However, tonight, when she discovered that Xiang Ying, the sole heir of the Xiang family bloodline, had disappeared,
her panic was beyond words. Currently in Qin Pass, due to
the relationship between the Xiang family and the Qin ruler, she couldn't even seek help from the local military and government.
Now, the only thing she could do was follow the instructions written on the only piece of silk Xiang Ying had left behind
: after midnight tonight, go alone to the bamboo grove behind the school where they lived.
"Madam, it's far too dangerous for you to go alone." As Qin Qing's chief escort and
captain of her guard, Jing Rou had tried to dissuade the woman from her actions more than once. However,
the shrewd captain knew that they had no other choice.
So, she took off her hidden weapon, a sleeve dart, and slipped it onto Qin Qing's arm. Her
real was Jing Xiaoya, a distant cousin of Jing Jun. Several years ago, due to her outstanding talent, she was selected for Xiang Shaolong's
personal guard and was fortunate enough to become a disciple of the extraordinary woman Shan Rou. It was at that time that she changed her name
to Rou.
The sleeve dart in Jing Rou's hand had been improved by Xiang Shaolong and Shan Rou over several generations. Not only was its power greater than that of ordinary crossbows, but it was also very easy to use. Although Qin Qing had no martial arts skills, even the most skilled martial artists would be unable to get close to her for a while
with just this sleeve dart . "Madam, we're lying in ambush at the foot of the mountain, only a dozen or so feet from you. If anything unusual happens , we'll rush up immediately." Jing Rou carefully concealed the hidden arrow with Qin Qing's sleeve. Qin Qing liked to wear slightly sheer white silk clothes, which made her even more careful to hide the hidden arrow. Therefore, Jing Rou repeatedly reminded Qin Qing to keep her hands behind her back as much as possible, so that the hidden arrow wouldn't be noticed by the enemy. "Don't worry, although I don't know martial arts, I've followed my husband through many life-and-death situations." Although expression was solemn, she tried her best to convey even a sliver of confidence to those around her. In fact, at this moment , her anxiety was greater than that of the other guards.

Although she was exceptionally knowledgeable, especially possessing a unique understanding of mechanisms, perhaps due to the lingering
trauma of her wedding night, Qin Qing remained reticent towards killing machines. Therefore, even with the hidden arrow in hand, though she understood its
principles perfectly, she felt a strange, unsettling discomfort, as if a fishbone was stuck in her throat.
"What time is it now?"
"It's almost midnight." By this time, Jing Rou's other subordinates had all changed into their night clothes.
Before Qin Qing left the courtyard, they had already used steel grappling hooks to quickly spread out on the hill
behind .
"Hmm, I only pray that the Xiang family will be blessed and that we can survive this calamity." Qin Qing sighed
, a
complex expression flashing across her serene face. The night wind rustled through the bamboo groves on either side. Alone, Qin Qing climbed the stone steps,
feeling her palms sweating. The lantern in her hand swayed slightly in the night wind. The dim light
became her only means of perceiving her surroundings. With every few steps forward, she couldn't help but glance around,
as if only by confirming that Jing Rou's men were just feet away could she feel at ease.
Her fair face was devoid of color. Especially now, with her flowing white robes, long, silky hair, and
the white lantern in her hand, she looked like a ghost. Anyone who saw
her would likely feel a sense of dread. Even more terrifying was
the long, eerie sound of a zither drifting through the night air, accompanied by the wind. This music wasn't a melody accompanying the wind; it was
like the wailing of a vengeful ghost from the underworld, emitting a mournful and urgent sound.
Qin Qing took a deep breath, trying to calm her fear. She knew, of course, that the sound didn't
come from the underworld, but from the white-clad man before her. However, compared to her, this man, head
bowed and playing the zither , while his music was eerie, exuded a serene and composed aura. In contrast,
her presence made the atmosphere seem somewhat abrupt.
The music stopped, and the man slowly raised his head. His face showed no
sign of displeasure at Qin Qing's unexpected entrance. It was as if he had been waiting for her all along; once she appeared, he
simply used a nearby branch to adjust the flickering candles in the cold wind, allowing her to see his
face clearly.
"Who...are you?" When Qin Qing saw this face, she immediately felt a strong sense of familiarity.
Yet, she couldn't quite place whose face it was. Putting aside the current situation, it was a perfect
face, almost flawless. The
heroic spirit between his brows, the elegance of his nose and lips, and the captivating allure emanating from his deep eyes. This feeling struck Qin Qing as odd. She had lived in
the Jianqin Palace for many years, and the Qin King's mother, Zhu Ji, was a dissolute woman. Therefore, the men confined to Zhu Ji's palace
were all incomparably handsome, yet even they couldn't compare to the feeling this man gave
her .
In a dilapidated pavilion on a deserted platform in the mountains, the presence of this person made her feel as if she were in
another time and space. A feeling she had never experienced before suddenly arose within Qin Qing. Qin Qing found it difficult
to describe this feeling, but now she knew she had to ask the man a question first.
"Are you the one who kidnapped Xiang Ying?"
This was the second sentence exchanged between them, and the man, clearly anticipating Qin Qing's question, smiled slightly
and said in a low, hoarse voice, "Madam Qin, that's not right. We didn't kidnap Xiang Ying;
we invited him away."
"Invited away?" Although Qin Qing lacked experience in the martial world, she understood what the other man meant. Whether it was kidnapping
or inviting him away, Xiang Ying was indeed in his hands. This man's insistence on her coming alone meant he wanted to discuss
conditions, including Xiang Ying as a hostage.
"Are you from the Qin Palace?" Qin Qing didn't directly demand his terms but deliberately tried to
stall for time. Besides gaining more clues about the man through conversation, it would also buy time for
Jing Rou's men to control the scene. "Was it King Ying Zheng of Qin who sent you?"
"King Ying Zheng?" Upon hearing Ying Zheng's name, the man sneered and said, "I do indeed
have , but that treacherous dog Ying Zheng won't be able to order me around so easily."
The man's words sent a chill down Qin Qing's spine. As Ying Zheng's former tutor, being insulted to his face
immediately filled her with displeasure. However, she had to admit that Ying Zheng
's actions, including in dealing with the Xiang family, could also be considered treacherous. Otherwise, she wouldn't have
focused her primary suspicion on the King of Qin.
"Don't worry, Madam," the man waved his hand elegantly, then smiled and said, "I'm
not to deal with the Xiang family. In fact, I have great respect for the entire Xiang family."
Qin Qing listened to the man's words with suspicion, and after a pause, asked, "If that's the case,
why did you summon me here?" Although she was still very wary, Qin Qing's tense mood had gradually relaxed
a little. Her right hand, which was pressing the trigger of the sleeve dart, slowly released the trigger.
At the same time, the man made a move that Qin Qing had not expected. Like a ghost
, the man used an extremely light and agile movement to almost float in front of her. Moreover, when
the man stopped, the distance between him and Qin Qing was only a few inches.
"I'm here for the sake of the beautiful Madam Qin." The man's words were like a
drumstick striking Qin Qing's heart, leaving her both panicked and at a loss. Although she had been married for many years,
Qin Qing maintained her aloofness both inside and out. Therefore, even
when Xiang Shaolong was around, she rarely kept such a distance from men.
"You… what exactly do you want?" Qin Qing suddenly felt her palms sweating,
making her involuntarily want to rub them against her clothes. At this moment, she was less than a foot away from the man;
if she raised her wrist to fire a hidden arrow, even Xiang Shaolong's reaction time should be insufficient to dodge it. But she didn't know
why she seemed unwilling to raise her hand, wanting to hear him finish speaking first.
"I want many things…" The man's smile suddenly turned lewd:
"For example, right now, I suddenly really want to know what lies beneath Madam's white robes."
" I've been with countless women, but only your sacred and inviolable body is
what I yearn for day and night. I think you should consider my request."
With that, the man took a few steps back, positioning himself so he could clearly see Qin Qing. In truth
, he knew this was their first meeting, and even with Xiang Ying's safety as leverage,
getting Qin Qing to submit willingly was impossible. Qin Qing was renowned not only for
her unparalleled beauty but also for her aloofness that deterred all. If it weren't for Xiang Shaolong's eccentric nature—
a man who would risk his life for women—this woman would likely have spent her entire life in the palace.
However, this time, the man suddenly realized he was wrong. Perhaps it was
because , or perhaps it was because of Xiang Shaolong's decadent lifestyle in the north, but the woman before him
didn't seem to possess the aloofness he remembered. Just as he thought the woman would be angry at his frivolous behavior
, he saw her reach out a fair hand and begin to pull at
the .
"No, this person is definitely not Qin Qing..." the man thought repeatedly. Although
he was absolutely certain of the woman's identity from her appearance, she shouldn't be the kind of person who would undress
so easily with just a word. The only explanation was that she was so focused on Xiang Ying
's comfort that she completely disregarded her reputation. This very reason fueled
his anger. Because if this was the reason, it revealed
the position of that man in her heart—the man who had tried to kill him several times.
The sash came undone, and her snow-white robes naturally shifted from a close-fitting garment to a loose, open state.
In the dim light, the man could vaguely see the outline of her undergarments through the slightly parted collar. This was the inner garment of the most beautiful woman
in the world . Although the man was filled with anger and disappointment,
he certainly wouldn't miss the opportunity to simply glimpse the woman's allure beneath her robes.
The collar of her robe, which clung tightly to her chest, was slowly pulled open,
revealing her snow-white, translucent shoulders in the dim light of the night. Suddenly, the man felt
a blinding light before his eyes. He knew that only stunning beauties emitted such a glow when they undressed
. But this time, the glow emanating from Qin Qing's body carried not only provocation but also a chilling aura. This chill
wasn't from Qin Qing's aloofness, but from a deadly weapon.
When the man demanded that she remove her clothes, Qin Qing was prepared to attack him.
However, the man had distanced himself, making her feel she had lost her absolute certainty of hitting him. Therefore,
she had no choice but to use this method to distract the man. Just as his gaze was drawn to her exposed skin
, Qin Qing resolutely fired three hidden arrows at him in quick succession. At the same time,
Jing Rou, who had been lying in ambush nearby, had already drawn her dagger and rushed out of the darkness with practiced agility.
Jing Rou knew that although Qin Qing had no combat experience, firing three hidden arrows at such close range
would be difficult for even a top expert to dodge. The attack route she had chosen was the only
angle from which the man could react to avoid the hidden arrows. Therefore, she was absolutely confident that her dagger would hit him. This
fierce assassination was the result of tens of thousands of repetitions she had practiced in the special training camp. She was certain that even
Mr. Xiang would not be able to dodge her thrust.
However, unexpectedly, when Jing Rou's dagger had to stop abruptly in front of Qin Qing, the woman
realized that her confident attack had been dodged by the man. A strange, fishy smell emanated from the red mist before them.
The experienced Jing Rou immediately realized this mist was not to be inhaled.
She quickly pulled Qin Qing out of the mist, but the man was already gone,
only a loud laugh echoing in the night sky.
Just moments ago, this terrifying, mysterious man had done something she hadn't expected. Facing Qin Qing
's hidden arrows, the man not only didn't dodge, but actually moved forward to meet them. In a flash,
she realized the man must be wearing protective soft armor under his clothes, so those hidden arrows, strong enough to pierce a person,
only pierced him by a fraction. Then, with a flick of his sleeve, the red mist
, while repelling her, also became a barrier to his escape.
"Madam, are you alright…?" Still somewhat shaken, Jing Rou wanted to check on Qin Qing, but found that the lady
she was supposed to protect didn't seem particularly worried. Instead, she was carefully examining
the zither left behind by the man.
Qin Qing was a skilled zither player, though not as renowned as Ji Yanran, she possessed
a unique talent . However, what piqued her interest wasn't the zither itself, seemingly adorned by several contemporary masters,
but rather a piece of silk pinned to it by three hidden arrows.
These three arrows were the very ones she had just fired, their tips still stained with
the blood from the man's cuts. The silk had been
pinned there by the man, who had somehow managed to remove the arrows from his body. On it, in a familiar script, was written the words: "This is the beginning."
Qin Qing , a lover of the zither, carefully removed the blood-stained arrows from the wound, gazing at
the silk with a thoughtful, bewildered expression.
She understood, of course, that this earth-shattering event was just the beginning.
Outside, the sky was
beginning lay awake in bed, repeatedly pondering the day's events. Although the mysterious
man had admitted he wasn't from the Qin Palace, she still felt he had some connection to it.
For one thing, the zither he left behind, named "Phoenix," was a favorite
instrument of the Qin Palace's most senior musicians.
It seemed this trip to the Three Qin regions wouldn't be peaceful. Qin Qing had initially thought the Xiang family, having been far away in Saibei for many years,
had been gradually forgotten. But unexpectedly, even with the passage of time, troubles continued to arise.
However, there was an even more pressing situation now, making her even more uncertain.
Before returning to her room, Qin Qing carefully analyzed the information she had received that evening with Jing Rou, and Qin Qing could see that…
Although the current situation was extremely dangerous, Jing Rou seemed to be avoiding a topic: whether or not to
inform request reinforcements.
Qin Qing, of course, understood Jing Rou's thoughts. In the past two years, the Xiang family had become so divided into factions that even Xiang Shaolong
could hardly control it. The faction led by Wu Tingfang, with its noble blood, and
the Jianghu faction led by Ji Yanran and Zhao Zhi, were increasingly at odds within the Xiang family.
Almost all the women of the Xiang family had sided with either side. Only Qin Qing herself, although close to Wu Tingfang,
deeply admired Ji Yanran, a great beauty who shared her name. Therefore,
strictly speaking, she was not a member of either faction. Her existence became the last
barrier to mediate between the two factions. This was also the reason why she insisted on living alone after moving to the northern frontier. It was because of this that Shan Rou, who was also independent but rarely stayed
at home , had her disciple become her bodyguard.
It was for this reason that she could understand Jing Rou's dilemma. In the Xiang family,
Xiang Shaolong used a military rank system he'd somehow learned to determine the promotion path for each guard member. Military merit
was the most important factor. If the Xiang family were alerted now, regardless of the outcome, Jing Rou would
have little chance of receiving support from the Xiang family army. Although Jing Rou's thoughts were selfish, both publicly and privately,
perhaps out of unwavering faith in Jing Rou's master, Shan Rou, Qin Qing
remained .
In fact, based on their initial encounter tonight, Qin Qing vaguely felt that the other party's target
wasn't Xiang Ying, but herself. If the other party's request for her to undress was merely an insult,
their ethereal white-clad appearance, their superb understanding of the zither, and their ghostly martial arts skills
made her suspect that they had come prepared. Because each of these qualities represented, at least, her
ideal .
Qin Qing felt restless and agitated, tossing and turning in bed, unable to fall asleep. After hesitating several times, Qin Qing finally
got up, put on her clothes, and went to check on Jing Rou in the outer room. If she wasn't asleep either,
Qin Qing really intended to talk to her about what their plans should be done if they didn't alert the family.
The inn they had booked wasn't large, but the layout was very meticulous. Her inner room was separated
from the outer room where Jing Rou and the others were staying by only a short corridor, which effectively separated the master and servants . At this moment, Jing Rou and one of her subordinates were in the room closest to her; perhaps they had already fallen into a deep sleep after a busy night. However, Qin Qing quickly realized her mistake. Because from Jing Rou 's room came a very soft woman's moan. Qin Qing knew what that moan meant, of course. Although she had become increasingly celibate over the years, she still understood the turbulent, agonizing feeling that made a woman's body churn. Perhaps an ordinary woman would feel extremely embarrassed upon hearing this. Even though the social customs of this dynasty were open, she had grown up in the palace and had been accustomed to royal culture for many years. She should have felt ashamed of such eavesdropping. But this time, Qin Qing's reaction was different from most women. The reason for this difference was that her heart was no longer easily stirred by desire. In the past, back in Xiangjiabao , she had unintentionally witnessed Xiang Shaolong's indecent behavior with other women more than once, and several times even in broad daylight. Perhaps at first she felt a little shy, but later she gradually became indifferent. Now, in her heart, more than shyness, was a strong curiosity. Why were there such sounds coming from Jing Rou's room? Could it be that there was another man in her room? Thinking of this, Qin Qing immediately went to the window and carefully used her fingers to lift the curtain. She desperately wanted to know if Jing Rou was meeting a man in secret, and whether this man was related to Xiang Ying's kidnapping. However, when Qin Qing saw the scene in the room, the woman immediately breathed a sigh of relief, but then felt a look of surprise on her face. It turned out that an intimate affair was indeed taking place in Jing Rou's room, but it was Jing Rou and her maid, Qi Li, engaging in a mock sexual act. Although both women were hidden under the covers, their pajamas scattered haphazardly outside the covers revealed what they were doing. Qin Qing smiled slightly; even the most celibate woman would blush at such a sight. The rhythmic movement of the bedding allowed her to clearly imagine the scene unfolding beneath the covers. And often, the imagined scene was far more intense than what she actually witnessed. Just as Qin Qing was about to leave, something unexpected happened on the bed. Perhaps the two women found the scene in bed too stifling, and finally couldn't resist throwing off the covers. And at that moment, Qin Qing saw not only the bodies of two naked women entangled together , but also a very bizarre sight. Jing Rou looked as if she had just been taken out of a steamer, her dark skin glowing with a blood-red hue. As the covers were thrown back, she naturally arched her body, which was straddling Qi Li, high, forming a seductive arc before her. But what drew her attention even more was the wound on Jing Rou's chest. This wound was inflicted by the mysterious person with some unknown . Although injured, Jing Rou had insisted that the injury was not serious. While the wound appeared shallow, it left a two-inch-long gash on the girl's delicate breast. Due to long-term physical training, women like Jing Rou had very firm skin and flesh. Therefore, compared to ordinary mature women, Jing Rou's breasts were much flatter. However, that wound made the girl's somewhat flat chest appear somewhat erotic. Perhaps to soothe Jing Rou's pain, Qi Li, pinned beneath Jing Rou, was struggling to maintain her balance, repeatedly licking the wound on Jing Rou's chest with her tongue, where blood seemed to be seeping out slightly. This animalistic way of treating her wound made Qin Qing gasp. She didn't realize why she had been so out of control as to spy on the lewd acts of the two servants. But at that moment, in a room just a few dozen feet away from the inn where Qin Qing was staying , a man seemed to have already seen her, revealing a lewd smile.

"It seems this old man of Bliss really does have some skill." The man took out
the detailed handwritten letter about Qin Qing that the old man had left him and read it again. The details written on the silk had been confirmed one by one.
Qin Qing's indifference to sex was not due to her aloofness, but rather to her innate constitution.
He had once described Qin Qing's heart as a piece of cold jade, and he never expected that this jest would actually be true.
Qin Qing's constitution was called "ice-skin and jade-bones," and only a very masculine substance could stimulate
changes . Everyone has this substance, but no one uses it in bed. Because
, for most people, seeing blood in bed would only evoke fear.
But Qin Qing was different, or rather, her constitution was different. Such a person has an
obsession and impulse for blood that is incomprehensible to ordinary people. Such a woman is rare, even among a hundred thousand women. Although the man
had never seen such a woman before, if there was a man in the world who could accept and cater to such a woman
's desires, then that person would be none other than himself. Because he was Lao Ai, a man who could conquer the world not only with his genitals
but also sacrifice his life for sex.
Therefore, his meeting with Qin Qing today was merely a test. The purpose of this test was simple: to
see Qin Qing's reaction to blood. Especially when he made his entrance in Qin Qing's preferred manner, then
took three bullets from his sleeve in front of her, and finally returned the sleeved arrows, imbued with his masculine blood, to her
, Qin Qing's unintentional frown and her inability to resist sniffing
the arrowheads had already made him aware of her unique fetish.
The red smoke carrying aphrodisiacs hadn't affected Qin Qing, which made him momentarily feel that his
plan wasn't perfect. However, the woman's subsequent reaction dispelled his doubts.
Lao Ai smiled; although his shoulder was still slightly bleeding, he seemed to enjoy this painful
pleasure. Although the letter left by the Old Man of Bliss clearly stated that Qin Qing's sensitivity to blood was merely
a quirk, and this alone was not enough to make her his plaything, after tonight's
test, he already had a plan in mind.
He was certain he would see Qin Qing again soon, and that it would be tomorrow night. He wondered
what identity he would use, and how he would seduce this woman of ice-cold skin and jade-like bones
. A strong, masculine confidence welled up within Lao Ai. It was as if he truly possessed the ability to see
into Qin Qing inexplicably taking out several
arrowheads with dried blood from a drawer in her room. After several thoughtful expressions on her face, she even extended her fragrant tongue and
gently licked the bloodstains on the cold arrowhead tips.
Chapter Two:
Restless Sleep The restless sleep didn't last long. Just past noon, a troubled Qin Qing got out of bed
. As always, even in the most perilous situation, Qin Qing calmly
took out several bottles from her bag. These contained extracts of unique animals and plants from the northern frontier—
the secret to maintaining the beauty of the women of the Xiang family, and Qin Qing was no exception.
Unlike other women who cultivated their appearance to gain Xiang Shaolong's favor, she firmly believed that
presenting a radiant appearance was a sign of respect. Therefore, Qin Qing
didn't spend much time on skincare, but it was effective enough.
Even though she was no longer a young girl, Qin Qing's skin always looked flawless.
Her figure remained as perfect as when she was pampered in the Qin Palace; in fact, the harshness of the northern frontier had given
her a unique charm—a charm that, while weathered by time, possessed a mature elegance, yet
remained radiant and translucent.
Jing Rou knew Qin Qing's rule, so she didn't say a word to her throughout the process, only
speaking to Qin Qing after she had finished dressing.
"Madam, I just had my men inquire with those around us about
the whereabouts of the man in white we saw last night."
"Hmm, given how elusive he is, there's probably no clue." Qin Qing took
a cup of hot tea made with cherry blossom honey from Jing Rou and sipped it. She didn't hold out any hope for this investigation.
Judging from yesterday's events, this mysterious man would definitely come looking for them again; perhaps only then
would they have a chance to follow the clues.
Unexpectedly, after hearing Qin Qing's words, Jing Rou quickly shook her head and
said in a tone that even she found unbelievable, "No, Madam, we've found a clue about that person. And...
it seems everyone here knows his identity. He's from Donghaidao and moved here a month ago, living
in an old house not far from here. Although he rarely goes out, many people on the streets are
talking about this man. Many believe he's a fallen nobleman, and his name, I think
... you should know it too, Madam."
"Oh? What's his name?"
"Dong Kuang!"
Upon hearing these two words, Qin Qing's heart skipped a beat, and she almost dropped the teacup in her hand. This
Dong Kuang had a great connection with the Xiang family. Many years ago, Xiang Shaolong had impersonated this
horse-obsessed man from Donghaidao and led the Wu family army deep into Zhao territory to capture Zhao Mu, a powerful minister of Zhao. It was during that experience that
Xiang Shaolong brought Ji Yanran, Shan Rou, and Zhao Zhi back to Qin.
If Dong Kuang at the time was just a facade, then the real Dong Kuang had actually visited Xiangjiabao last year,
during . Although Qin Qing only
briefly encountered this Dong Kuang then, she clearly remembered him as a burly, bearded man with a bold and unrestrained personality—completely different from the mysterious, gloomy man she met
yesterday
Could it just be a coincidence? But both were from Donghai Road, both were from declining noble families, and both were named
Dong . Such a coincidence made it hard for her to believe there wasn't something fishy going on. Not only her, but even Jing Rou found it
unbelievable.
Although she was still in the special training camp when Dong Kuang visited Xiangjiabao last year, she had heard many stories about him
. Especially since Jing Rou had a close friend named Wei'er, Ji Yanran's personal maid. At that time, she was...
She was completely infatuated with Dong Kuang. Even a year later, she still remembered how excited Wei'er was when she told her
that Dong Kuang was going to take her away.
However, on that very day, Dong Kuang suddenly disappeared without a word, and even his attendants
vanished as if they had evaporated into thin air. During that time, her sister
cried every day, almost collapsing, and it took her a long time to recover from that trauma. Therefore, when she heard
this morning that the man's name was Dong Kuang, she felt not only surprise but also anger. If
this man was truly the one who had betrayed her sister, she would surely
stab .
But Jing Rou had no idea that this "Dong Kuang" was not only the same "Dong Kuang," but that he had betrayed
more than just Wei'er. This secret was a huge private matter for Qin Qing, and it was also a trump card she
held if the family conflict became irreconcilable.
That summer night last year, when she woke up in the middle of the night, she sensed a very subtle
dark shadow passing by outside her door. What she saw was Ji Yanran, dressed in a thin shirt, sneaking into Dong Kuang's room in the dead of night.
Since returning to the north, the peaceful Xiang family had no longer experienced such alarming activity at midnight.
What happened next was something Qin Qing had never expected. When she secretly followed Ji Yanran to
the guest room in the west wing, what the woman saw was Dong Kuang, and Ji Yanran's maid, Wei'er, was
frantically trying to please the man with her young body in the most degrading way. And Ji Yanran, seeing all this, not only didn't stop
it , but actually… actually offered him a kiss.
Although almost a year had passed, whenever she thought of that day, even the usually composed
Qin Qing felt her heart in turmoil. Especially when she was trembling in the darkness, watching Ji Yanran offer one of
her breasts, which had originally belonged only to Xiang Shaolong, to Dong Kuang's lips, Qin Qing felt a
suffocating feeling she had never experienced before. This suffocating feeling didn't stem from inner turmoil, but
rather from sheer curiosity about Dong Kuang's abilities, which had so quickly made the usually dignified and elegant Ji Yanran
fall for him.
At that time, Qin Qing barely slept a wink, her mind churning with how to handle the situation.
On one hand , she couldn't ignore the infidelity of the Xiang family woman, but on the other hand, she
understood Ji Yanran's longing for freedom after years of wandering the martial world. Life in the north, though affluent,
was somewhat monotonous for her.
Fortunately, Dong Kuang mysteriously disappeared the next day. Qin Qing assumed the two wouldn't have another chance
to cross the line. Therefore, Ji Yanran's past became
a secret she couldn't tell anyone.
However, at this moment, the man with whom Ji Yanran had shared a thrilling, passionate affair was
reuniting with her hundreds of miles away from the Xiang family. If it were another man openly trying to humiliate her, Qin Qing would certainly
fight back with all her might, even resorting to extreme measures to defend her chastity if necessary.
But this person was none other than Dong Kuang, whom she, and indeed the entire Xiang family, found unfathomable. For some reason, Qin Qing
suddenly felt a surge of intense interest. This interest wasn't sparked by any man's advances, but it
was deeply connected to Dong Kuang.
There was something others had long forgotten, even she herself had long forgotten
: her former wisdom, which, despite her seclusion in the Qin Palace, had always been keenly aware of the affairs of the world. In recent years,
her intellect, which she considered no less capable than Xiang Shaolong's, had been neglected for a long time. Perhaps when she told Jing Rou that she would
send a visiting card to Dong Kuang and pay him a visit, even she herself couldn't believe she would be so reckless.
But she did it, even after Jing Rou's repeated warnings, she still insisted, just as she had
the previous night when she was about to venture out alone. Only this time, compared to the hesitation of the previous night, the hours of waiting brought her
more of a restless, aimless anxiety.
As dusk settled, Qin Qing left the inn. For tonight's gathering, she only planned to have Jing
Rou accompany her. After last night's secret meeting, Qin Qing knew that even if everyone from her group
came, they wouldn't be a match for Dong Kuang. Moreover, even if they couldn't control the situation and
something happened with this "Dong Kuang," her weakness wouldn't become a widely known
scandal .
The carriage to Dong Kuang's residence was borrowed by Jing Rou from the shop owner. The owner had initially intended to nag
Jing Rou to handle his prized horses carefully, but upon seeing Qin Qing, he
swallowed and instead gave the woman a blatantly bold look.
Tonight, Qin Qing had finally shown this busy shop owner what true beauty was. Beneath her white coat, the woman's nobility, aloofness, and the subtle furrow between her brows were enough to steal
his soul .
Generally, a man's attraction to a woman is limited to her face or figure, but
this noblewoman before him could make him abandon that, wanting only to experience the
unique .
However, this stroke of good fortune was fleeting for the shopkeeper. As Jing Rou's carriage disappeared into the still-
noisy street, even the shopkeeper couldn't help but curse inwardly, wondering which wild
man . This man was probably no ordinary high-ranking official. Such a stunning beauty
could only be touched by a man of the rank of prefect. Imagining the woman lying naked
beneath that powerful man in a luxurious room, a perverse pleasure surged within the shopkeeper.
He was right; Qin Qing had indeed gone to meet a man. But at this moment, Qin Qing's heart wasn't
filled with romantic feelings ; instead, that long-lost sense of tension surged back into her. This feeling
was even stronger than when she had investigated the back mountain the previous night. There was no
need to waste time . But on Qin Qing's body was something else far more deadly: a bronze dagger
.
After the Qin Dynasty unified China, the King of Qin gathered all the weapons of the land in Xianyang
, forcing many master swordsmiths with exceptional skills to flee to the borderlands. And the dagger she carried was named...
The dagger, named "Virginia," was forged years ago by the same craftsman who crafted the dagger for Jing Ke's assassination attempt on the King of Qin. At this moment, she had
the dagger strapped to her thigh; it was both a gift to her opponent and a gift to herself. If
she were truly forced into a corner, she would have no choice but to use this dagger to defend her chastity. Of course, a woman wouldn't want
such thing to happen.
The carriage quickly turned into an alley; Dong Kuang's residence wasn't far from where they were. When Jing Rou
called Qin Qing, who was still lost in thought, down from the carriage, they had already entered a spacious courtyard. The vast
space was empty, save for the cherry blossom trees, their petals nearly gone, standing guard in this small courtyard. This
feeling was reminiscent of her quiet study in the Qin Palace years ago, giving it a mysterious and tranquil
atmosphere .
Judging from the room's layout alone, one could tell that the owner knew how to maintain such a residence.
But at this moment, the woman had no mind to observe her surroundings. The main room was brightly lit, a row of
red lanterns adding an eerie atmosphere to the room whose contents were unknown.
"Madam, look!"
Jing Rou, holding a dagger, pointed frantically to a corner of the courtyard. There lay several
packs of chestnut horses. They lay neatly on the ground, as if sleeping. But
upon closer inspection, it was clear that the horses had been killed, their internal
organs seemingly removed, leaving only empty shells.
"Who did this?" The same question popped into Qin Qing's and Jing Rou's minds simultaneously. However, they also
understood that the person they were to visit that night was definitely not Dong Kuang. Dong Kuang was known as a horse fanatic,
not only because he understood and loved horses, but also because he treated his horses like family. If it were
the real Dong Kuang, he would never have cruelly killed his prized horses in such a way.
"Madam, the situation has changed..." Realizing the seriousness of the problem, Jing Rou immediately tried to call Qin Qing back to
her room . However, Qin Qing suddenly reached out to stop her. Not only that, but to Jing Rou's surprise,
Qin Qing seemed to be possessed, slowly walking towards the inner room.
Jing Rou had been following Qin Qing for some time, but had never seen a woman react like this. Rather than
saying Qin Qing was possessed, it was more like she had discovered some more important clue.
The clarity in her eyes became the only reason for stopping Jing Rou. For Qin Qing, everything before her seemed
to be an involuntary reaction. She desperately wanted to know what was happening inside, especially
why there were several horses. But only when she pushed open the two tightly closed doors and saw the scene inside did
she realize how shocking everything was.
In the spacious main hall, there were neither neat tables nor luxurious chairs.
Besides the white animal hair carpet, there was only a scarlet pool.
Yes, it was a scarlet pool, a large pool filled with a blood-like liquid. From the faint,
savory smell emanating from the water, she immediately knew what it contained. The blood of the
horses had been poured into the pool. Fallen cherry blossom petals were also scattered
on its surface.
Before her lay a "sea of blood"! A veritable "sea of blood." The water
rippled slightly, like blood constantly gushing from a human body. It possessed a demonic power that seemed to want to
devour . Although she had experienced many bloody battles with Xiang Shaolong, this
was the first time she had ever seen such a crimson sea.
And at the other end of the sea of blood sat a man, a man dressed in black robes, yet
exuding the same eerie aura as the night before.
"You…you are Dong Kuang?" This was the first question Qin Qing asked, a question that, at
this moment, was even more important to her than Xiang Ying's safety.
Compared to the dim lighting of last night, Qin Qing finally saw the other person's face clearly today. This face
was even more delicate than the one she had sensed last night. Although it seemed
weathered , its innate, jade-like refinement resonated strongly with her. Even
the same frost-like coldness emanating from the man's face
felt .
"Whether it's Dong Kuang or not, what does it matter? I can be called Dong Kuang, and others can be called
Dong Kuang too." This was the man's first sentence, but it was also a nonsensical statement that only confused Qin Qing more.
"Last summer, the horse fanatic Dong Kuang from the East Coast visited the Xiang family. I had
a brief encounter with Mr. Dong."
"Indeed, although it was only a fleeting glimpse, your stunning beauty left
a deep impression on me." Qin Qing's words were cut
short She had intended to say that she had met Dong Kuang in person last year, and that the man before her was not the same person. But what he said,
while initially sounding like an excuse, somehow felt genuine
upon closer inspection. "In that case, sir, do you remember the circumstances of our meeting?" This was the most
direct and effective way, because when Qin Qing met Dong Kuang, there were only a few people present.
"Of course, in the Xiang family's back garden. Madam's beauty was unparalleled; compared to the other ladies, and even Madam Ji
's maid, she was truly the most beautiful." Normally, if someone used such fresh terms as "unparalleled beauty" and
"most beautiful ," Qin Qing would feel pleased, even if facing an enemy. But
now, the man's words struck Qin Qing like a thunderbolt. Although his words were
short, they vividly recreated the scene from that day. Even if the man wasn't Dong Kuang, he must
have had to obtain all the information about that day from him.
"Oh, in that case, I won't discuss why you look and sound so different from that day, but
I do want to ask you one question: why did you abandon Wei'er after taking advantage of her? Do you know that after you left without saying goodbye, Wei'er was almost
in unbearable pain?"
"I never imagined that Madam would care so much about a little maid who is a potential threat to her family."
When Dong Kuang said this, he gave the same fake smile as last night.
Qin Qing didn't answer; she was waiting for the man to speak. In her view, if the other person was indeed Dong Kuang
disguised in some way, then his purpose in appearing now was likely
related . On the surface, she was asking about trivial matters, but in reality, she was plotting how to extract his
purpose.
"Alright, since Madam has come with sincerity today, I can't let her leave disappointed. To tell you
the truth , if it weren't for Xiang Shaolong, whom you all regard as a god, I wouldn't
have left in such a sorry state, or even had to disguise myself." At that moment, "Dong Kuang"
recounted to Qin Qing the details of being attacked by Xiang Shaolong but managing to escape with his life, though he naturally omitted and modified
many crucial details.
"I don't quite understand what you mean, sir. If my husband really
attacked you because you were having an affair with one of the women in the household, then you don't need to be so angry. Wei'er is still
unmarried . If you are truly interested, why don't you let me act as your matchmaker? I can guarantee that my husband will
agree to give Wei'er to you."
Qin Qing listened to Dong Kuang's words and assumed that Xiang Shaolong had witnessed his affair with Wei'er, and that
Xiang Shaolong had attacked him in a fit of anger, which was why he harbored such resentment towards the Xiang family. However, after she finished
speaking , she noticed a hint of disdain on the man's face as he said, "Even if Xiang Shaolong is arrogant, I doubt
he would attack his honored guest because of a servant."
"Then what do you mean, sir..." A very worrying thought suddenly flashed through Qin Qing's mind.
"On that midsummer night, although two beauties threw themselves at me, even though my mind was wandering,
I knew there was someone even more restless outside the window." The implication was that the man knew that on that
intoxicating night, Qin Qing had witnessed his affair with Ji Yanran, mistress and servant, outside the door. Qin Qing's worries had finally come true
. His explicit statement knowing her presence indirectly confirmed his relationship with Ji Yanran,
which was the reason Xiang Shaolong had attacked her.
No wonder Xiang Shaolong had become somewhat cold towards Ji Yanran since the beginning of the year. Although
Ji Yanran , hadn't shown any sign of it, her sensitive nature had noticed. Therefore, she
had been guessing that Xiang Shaolong might also know about Ji Yanran's affair.
"Can you tell me your conditions?" Qin Qing didn't finish her question, but the other party understood
her meaning.
"That depends on Madam's sincerity," the man said, a sharp laugh suddenly erupting from his lips.
"Madam came dressed in such pure white; she can't just leave cleanly, can she?"
Qin Qing knew what the man meant. This sea of blood before her was something he had prepared specifically for her. Being
soaked in a pool of horse blood would be a
far . However, Qin Qing had no other choice. Biting her lip, she could only grit her teeth, remove her
shoes, and slowly walk towards the sea of blood, still dressed in white.
Regardless, although it was Xiang Shaolong who suggested she bring Xiang Ying here for training, it
had always been her intention. If anything happened to Xiang Ying, she would be held responsible. While her
position in the Xiang family was unshakeable, Xiang Ying was the foundation of the entire family. And if,
as the man said, his purpose was to retaliate against Xiang Shaolong, then, in some ways, humiliating herself
might be more satisfying for him than humiliating Xiang Ying.
The stench of blood almost made her dizzy. When her fair ankles were submerged in the filthy blood, Qin Qing
felt an unprecedented sense of humiliation. In the still slightly warm blood, Qin Qing
felt a step in the pool, preventing her from slipping and losing her composure. But if you were in the room at that moment,
seeing a woman in white step into a pool of blood, would you feel
pity or disgust? No one knows.
Qin Qing only knew that she had almost closed her eyes, held her breath, and instinctively walked to the center of the pool.
The waist-deep blood made the silk ribbons of her clothes float, blending with the surrounding vibrant flower petals. Qin Qing dared not
lower her head, nor did she need to breathe deeply. She could only ask the man in a weak voice, "
Can you tell me now?"
"Good," the man seemed satisfied with her actions, a genuine
smile finally appearing on his lips. "That's right, I'll tell you the truth. I not only slept with that little girl, but
I also slept with Ji Yanran."
Qin Qing had already guessed the man's answer. Hearing it now, she simply wanted to confirm whether all of this had happened that very night. If it had, how many other unimaginable things
had occurred at the Xiang residence that night ? "No, it was the next day," the man said slyly. "When she learned I was leaving, this mare, who had been kept at home, completely broke free of her reins. Do you know where she took me? She took me to that Dark Mountain behind your Xiang Family Fortress, to a secluded mountain spring. It was that Ji Yanran, whom you usually regard as a model first wife, who took the initiative to undress and throw herself into my arms." "You...you're talking nonsense..." Although there were occasional disagreements between her and Ji Yanran, they were both women of the Xiang family. Now, facing an external enemy, Qin Qing naturally wanted to protect the dignity of the women in her family. But as soon as Qin Qing opened her mouth, a sudden stench of blood, which she had been caught off guard by, rushed into her nostrils, making her lower her head and hunch her shoulders, almost fainting. "If I hadn't gone through all that, do you think Xiang Shaolong would have attacked me so brutally? And if I hadn't let that mare experience the ultimate pleasure, do you think Xiang Shaolong and her would be so cold towards each other this year?" In Qin Qing's heart, although she had some grudges against Wu Tingfang's faction, she respected Ji Yanran . On one hand, because the other was a woman of equal renown, and on the other hand, because she could understand the other's pride. However, at this moment, Dong Kuang used the word "mare" to describe Ji Yanran, and Qin Qing felt not only anger but also an indescribable helplessness. Compared to Ji Yanran, wasn't her current behavior just like that of an animal being bullied? "So, it's for this reason that you kidnapped Ying'er, to take revenge on the Xiang family." Qin Qing

Gritting her teeth, she finished speaking, word by word. However, after he finished, the man smiled and said, "
Madam is half right and half wrong. I do want revenge on the Xiang family; I even wish Xiang Shaolong were dead.
But compared to that, I don't want to do anything to Xiang Ying right now. What I'm more interested in is you, Madam.
I think you understood that from the beginning."
"You shameless!" Qin Qing understood the man, and that's why she could only
express her feelings with such weak words. Since the man had lustful thoughts towards Ji Yanran, he would naturally also covet her, who shared a name with
Ji Yanran .
"Alright, Madam has been here for so long; if you stand here any longer, the pool water will get cold. Even if you're not tired,
I can't stand the smell of blood." After saying this, the man casually leaned back on the steps behind him, saying,
"If Madam wants to know more, she'll have to show more sincerity."
Qin Qing's heart was pounding beyond words. In the heart of this cold and aloof woman,
it was as if a thousand horses were galloping. During this time, Qin Qing used her exceptional intelligence to consider
almost every possible method; she even secretly reached for the dagger strapped to her thigh in the water.
However, in the end, the woman hesitated. Not out of fear, nor out of worry,
but because of a feeling she couldn't quite describe, yet seemed easily describable.
The woman's hands trembled, a tremor far more
intense than when she loosened her belt the previous night. Last night, Qin Qing loosened her belt merely to draw the man's attention so she
could attack him. This time, however, she wasn't doing it to create an opportunity; her
sole reason was that the man wanted her to do it.
The woman wanted to please the man, though forced by circumstances, but it didn't warrant such an immediate reaction. Yet, at this moment,
a strange sound slowly rose within Qin Qing's heart, as if a surge of blood was churning within her,
causing a numbing sensation from head to toe.
The snow-white robes slowly parted from her fragrant shoulders, as if each inch of movement required
immense effort from her. Her snow-white shoulders formed a strikingly alluring contrast with the pool water before her. Her delicate
skin seemed about to merge with the crimson blood. The anticipated
sight of her body stained with alluring blood would surely make even a seasoned veteran of the pleasures of the world struggle to resist.
But Dong Kuang was no ordinary man; he was the infamous "Lao Ai," a notorious womanizer. He remained silent,
wanting only to test the effectiveness of the old man's method. Could the stench of blood
truly drive a woman to madness? Only when a glimpse of her smooth, white
breasts, barely noticeable upon close inspection, was revealed beneath the snow-white robes did Dong Kuang begin to believe that Qin Qing's peculiar fetish, as described by the old man,
was true. Not only true, but also quite intriguing.
The sight before him made even a man's breath quicken. Because compared to other women undressing in
front of , Qin Qing only went halfway. Her snow-white robe was only pulled down to a
point where it hung on her shoulder, and the beautiful view of her chest stopped abruptly just as she was about to glimpse the two most mysterious rosy nipples
.
If other women had only done this, men wouldn't have found the scene particularly exciting. However,
this man was facing Qin Qing, not only stunningly beautiful but also possessing a pride that ordinary women couldn't match
.
Perhaps out of shyness, Qin Qing crossed one arm over her chest. But
unlike other women who desperately covered their chests with their hands when shy, Qin Qing seemed to be using one arm to support her two
full, large breasts in front of his gaze.
As women age, especially after pregnancy, their breasts first enlarge, then
harden, and finally begin to sag. But Qin Qing's constitution was different. Especially because she hadn't had much
sexual activity, her breasts, while growing larger, still retained the delicacy and softness of a young girl.
Even though its size caused a slight feeling of sagging, the woman's arms made it stand even more upright.
"A beauty!"
This was an exclamation even "Lao Ai" would utter. The scene in the blood-red pool became an
indescribable masterpiece. This scene made one reluctant to disturb it, yet it lewdly stirred the man's primal
nerves, especially the woman's eyes, which were hard to tell whether they were pitiful or burning with desire, making the man want to submit in
an instant . At this moment, any normal man would expect
the woman to unbutton her last layer of clothing, then dab her snow-white, full breasts with the blood around her, and then
bring them to him, so that he could lick a bite of her scarlet breasts.
However, the woman before him was Qin Qing, and Qin Qing would certainly not do this willingly, so the man did not make any
demands. Even while being humiliated in this way in front of him, Qin Qing still maintained her own
indifference and nobility.
But what the man did not know was that although Qin Qing maintained her unique posture,
and although her face still had that usual coldness. But deep down, the woman's
heart, bound by the constraints of chastity, began to pound wildly. She had almost stopped thinking, and only she
knew why she had made such a lewd gesture in front of a strange man. Even more outrageous, the man didn't notice that Qin Qing was actually doing something even more shameful with the index and middle fingers of
the hand supporting her breasts . The aristocratic dress Qin Qing was wearing today had a thickened cotton collar. As the woman hesitantly pulled open her collar, Qin Qing suddenly realized that the somewhat stiff fabric was secretly giving her nipples a strange stimulation she had never experienced before. Due to her long-standing indifference towards sex and Xiang Shaolong's respect for her in bed, whenever Xiang Shaolong touched Qin Qing's breasts, it was usually a gentle caress. But now, as the trembling woman almost swayed in the pool, she seemed to awaken from a dream, experiencing firsthand the pleasure of her nipples being rubbed like this. It was a feeling like being caressed by fingertips, or like having strands of hair being stroked .

With each rub of the rough collar against Qin Qing's delicate nipples, a
sensation seemed to stir her very soul. Stimulated by this almost overwhelming passion, the woman desperately wanted to submit to
the man , but the last vestige of clarity in her mind made her fight against the throbbing sensation of her body being completely stained with blood.
Qin Qing fell silent; she didn't know if the man had noticed her subtle movement. But if the man
had only asked for one thing, she might have actually pulled her collar open further, even offering herself to him to
play with. And this man was only someone she had met twice in a short time.
She didn't know that this was a lavish feast prepared specifically for her by the man. But Qin Qing knew in her heart that
she had discovered a strange fetish within herself years ago. The sight of blood stirred a sexual desire within her. And
now , naturally, it was no exception. Perhaps everything before her was just a coincidence, but
a thought actually surfaced in Qin Qing's mind: if she only had a fleeting encounter with the man, it shouldn't be considered disloyalty to the Xiang family.
Once a lewd thought arises, it possesses a demonic power, like a sea of blood, capable of devouring a person.
However, at this moment, looking at the woman's heightened lust, "Dong Kuang," who should have felt a sense of accomplishment ,
suddenly turned serious. For at that moment, he suddenly sensed a powerful
killing . An unprecedented aura of death, not from the stench of the pond water, but from
the figure leaping in through the window.
The assassin's identity was self-evident; apart from Jing Rou, who had been lurking outside the door, no one else had
such a perfect angle of attack. In that instant, the man suddenly felt fortunate to be "Lao Ai" and not "
Dong Kuang ," because perhaps only "Lao Ai" could remain vigilant in the face of Qin Qing in such a state.
Therefore, when three daggers were already rapidly approaching from different directions, the man had already reacted. Although
his martial arts skills were not what they used to be, escaping through the trap he had deliberately left on the roof was not difficult.
Only this time, the situation would be a little more troublesome. Because he not only wanted to escape himself, but he also wanted to take
Qin Qing, who was in the pool, with him. At this moment, the woman was completely unsuspecting of him; in fact, when he used his lightness skill to leap towards her, a hint of expectation appeared in
Qin Qing 's eyes. However, at this moment, Qin Qing was already in a state of confusion. She
seemed not to realize that even though only Jing Rou had accompanied her here, why would Jing Rou's men act
rashly against her orders?
But in the face of all this, the woman had no time to react as the man swept her up in his arms and quickly climbed out of the pool using a steel cable beside the
room . Only during this process, when the man let out a very heavy
groan, did she realize what had happened.
"What's wrong with Jing Rou?" A series of questions arose in the woman's mind. Why was this captain of the guard, who had always been obedient to
her and had even risked his life to rescue her several times, reacting so abnormally? However,
Qin Qing probably never dreamed that after seeing the man take her away from the house, Jing Rou's face
not only showed no worry about her mistress being kidnapped, but instead, a chilling sneer appeared on the corner of her mouth.
Chapter Three.
The dawn in Qin always seemed to arrive later than in the northern frontier. Especially compared to the north, the
morning was much dimmer. Yet, despite this, when Qin Qing
finally saw the sun rise above the horizon, emerging from a nightmare that had filled her with terror, a glimmer of
warmth .
Qin Qing suddenly felt that everything that had happened last night was like a dream. A complete nightmare.
She was being held hostage by a man, yet she felt a sense of security in it.
The woman and man rode together on a swift horse, the monotonous sound of hooves echoing all night
. They seemed to be heading towards the northern frontier. Qin Qing didn't ask
where the man was taking her, nor did she try to escape. From an outsider's perspective, it seemed as if the woman was controlling
the horse carrying someone at breakneck speed. And that person was none other than Dong Kuang, but now he
no longer had the strength to control himself.
Qin Qing dragged her heavy eyelids, but her mind was unusually clear. The words Dong Kuang had spoken to her last night
after forcing her to leave the town kept replaying in her mind.
That incident had happened just a few hours earlier. When the horses carrying the two of them entered a dense, overgrown forest
, the man suddenly dismounted. Qin Qing intended to use this moment to forcefully break free of
the iron-claw-like hand gripping her wrist. But she suddenly realized that the man behind her had already
dismounted , and in the manner of someone drunk, he had simply fallen off the horse.
In the dim moonlight, the woman finally saw that Dong Kuang's robes had been
slashed open by the dagger that had attacked from the darkness, revealing a gruesome wound several inches long on his back. Even though
she might have an unusual reaction to blood, Qin Qing was filled with nothing but panic. Clearly, this wound had been inflicted by Jing Rou's men. Although the man had treated his injury
simply , the basic bandage couldn't stop the continuous flow of blood.
The man, jolted from his horseback
ride utterly exhausted.
Qin Qing immediately wanted to escape, though she knew that pulling the bronze
dagger from between her legs would greatly increase her chances of permanently preventing the man from spying on the Xiang family. But her womanly instincts prevented
her from doing so. Therefore, all she could think about was running away, getting back to Jing Rou's side as quickly as possible.
"Don't go back, you'll be in danger." These were the first words the man had spoken to her after escaping the town, and
the most baffling words to Qin Qing. She was being held hostage, so why was he saying that
going back would be dangerous? However, in an instant, when she recalled
the appearance of Jing Rou's strangely appearing henchmen, the woman suddenly froze. It was as if cotton had been stuffed into her heart; she
suddenly found it difficult to breathe, because a terrifying thought arose in her mind. No matter
how much she tried to suppress it, the idea surged forth like a flood bursting its banks.
Jing Rou's men weren't targeting Dong Kuang in front of them, but
rather themselves, standing in the pool—an angle most advantageous for their assassination attempt… Qin Qing felt a chill run down her spine; though the night breeze…
It wasn't cold, yet it felt like the fiercest north wind tearing at her resolute heart. The woman desperately pressed
her head, recalling every detail of the incident in disbelief. Whether it was the angle of the three henchmen's attack or Dong Kuang's reaction when he fought four opponents
alone , even with Qin Qing's lack of martial arts experience, she only knew that those cold
blades were aimed at her. The wound on the back of the man who had clearly tried to take her hostage was
actually an injury sustained while protecting her.
"What...what happened?" Qin Qing's question was simple, but her voice trembled,
filled with fear and resentment, as if from the underworld. The man had already sat up from the grass,
scrutinizing her blood-stained face for a moment before suddenly saying coldly, "Open your shirt."
"You...what do you want to do?" Qin Qing felt another chill run down her spine, thinking the man was about to take advantage of her again.
This time,
to take outhowever ."
"You mean this?" Qin Qing didn't understand what the man meant, but she did as he instructed
. She had always worn a jade pendant around her neck. Although the jade itself wasn't particularly
valuable , it was a gift from a very important person, so she had worn
it for almost ten years.
Qin Qing blushed and presented the jade, still warm to the touch, to the man. Flawless jade, warm
to the touch . Qin Qing watched as the man gently stroked the jade's texture with his fingers, as if he were caressing her own
body. A fleeting blush suddenly appeared on her nervous face. Qin Qing silently found a
place to sit down, hugging her knees, waiting to hear what the man had to say next. She desperately wanted to know why
the man was so concerned about this jade pendant.
"Where did this jade come from?"
"It was a gift from a very important person."
"Xiang Shaolong?"
Qin Qing shook her head.
Dong Kuang picked up the jade again and examined it, then nodded and said, "That must be the King of Qin."
"How do you know?" Qin Qing was surprised again. This jade was indeed
a gift from the King of Qin when she was still in the Qin Palace. At that time, she and Xiang Shaolong were appointed as Grand Tutors, and this jade was
a gift from the King of Qin when he formally became her student. Moreover, the King of Qin had sworn an oath that Qin Qing, the holder of this jade,
would have the right to a permanent pardon in Qin. In addition, although the jade's stone was not of the highest quality,
its texture and craftsmanship were exactly the type Qin Qing liked best. Therefore, Qin Qing always
wore . Even after arriving in the northern frontier, the jade was no longer of any use, but out of consideration for their past teacher-student relationship, she
never took it off.
"This jade is called Han Ying, a rare stone that is difficult to find even after searching the entire world." Actually,
Qin Qing , but without exception, even
the eldest daughter of the Wu family, who was an expert on jade, couldn't give a clear answer. Therefore, when the man explained the origin of the
jade , she immediately listened attentively. Since he was the extraordinary "Dong Kuang," he
must have some unique knowledge.
"This stone is made of extremely cold material, refined by the polar cold for thousands of years. If a woman wears it, it has
the effect of nourishing yin and moisturizing the skin." After the man finished speaking, he glanced at Qin Qing, whose skin was as white as snow. Clearly, the man's implication was that compared to
Xiang Shaolong's other women who enjoyed various skincare routines, Qin Qing's ability to maintain such a natural
, hibiscus-like appearance was largely due to this jade. Qin Qing's face flushed again as the man
continued , "However, this item has another very special effect. Once it's extracted from the stone, if
it's nourished with the essence of the human body, it will undergo a peculiar transformation."
Dong Kuang paused, carefully examining the jade in his hand before saying, "The transformed stone will be extremely
beneficial to a person. Using it as a medicinal ingredient can prolong life; it can be considered a divine treasure." The man said...
"However, nurturing this jade is a very complex and lengthy process. It requires a
woman with an extremely yin and gentle constitution to wear it close to her body for nearly ten years. Such women are hard to find, and for a woman
to be willing to wear this item close to her body, she must be a person of integrity and trustworthiness."
After the man finished speaking, he looked at Qin Qing, who had an incredulous expression, and continued, "Therefore, the King of Qin
gave this jade to you, the peerless beauty, the cold and aloof Qin Taifu, who regards the King of Qin as the supreme ruler. You
not only have eyebrows that are the most beautiful in the world, but your adherence to integrity is second to none. But if I may be frank,
from the very beginning, you were already part of the King of Qin's scheme. Although this stone is a highly nourishing substance,
it will have a very significant impact on a woman's body during the wearing process. In addition to making a woman's
desire extremely cold, it will even cause some very strange changes in a woman's menstruation."
Qin Qing had always been skeptical of the man's words, but when he said this, it was as if
a thunderbolt had struck her heart. Thinking back, her transformation truly seemed to begin when she started wearing this jade.
Before being appointed Grand Tutor, though still a young maiden, she would often dream
of her husband, who had gone to war on their wedding night. However,
after Even her feelings for Xiang Shaolong became more of a
solace.
After that, she discovered a strange quirk: she developed a craving for the smell of blood,
especially during her menstrual period, when various bizarre desires would surge within her.
For a long time, she suppressed these thoughts as wicked desires. But now,
hearing the man speak of it, could it be that all of this was truly because of this stone?
"You mean... Jing Rou and the others are also after this stone?"
"Yes. I can tell you the truth, Jing Rou and the others are all subordinates of the King of Qin. On the surface, they
were ordered to accompany you to the Three Qin regions to pay respects to your ancestors, but their real purpose is to obtain this
jade stone . The King of Qin is currently obsessed with the art of immortality, almost to the point of madness. Therefore,
of course, what he's truly after is this jade stone placed with you. If it weren't for the fact that your Xiang family's influence in the northern frontier has already..."
"Powerful enough, the assassins from Qin Palace would probably have already massacred your Xiang Family Fortress."
"But... what evidence do you have?" Qin Qing found it hard to believe the man's words.
Every had undergone extremely rigorous selection.
They were subjected to absolute and strict tests in both physical fitness and loyalty to the Xiang Family. Therefore, Qin Qing found it extremely difficult to believe that Jing Rou, a member of Jing Jun's clan and
considered an elite by Xiang Shaolong, would betray them.
However, when the scene from last night resurfaced in her mind, especially
when those cold daggers pierced her, Qin Qing fell silent. She didn't know how to judge, but she knew that if the man could really
keep his promise to take her to see Xiang Ying, even if she didn't believe him, she couldn't refuse.
The glaring sunlight on her face finally brought Qin Qing back to her senses, who had been lost in thought.
The man behind her was already weak from blood loss, so they had to find a shop to
apply ointment to his wounds. More importantly, they needed the man to know where the kidnapped Xiang Ying was.
Although still somewhat skeptical of the man's words, Qin Qing was certain that when he asked her to guide the horses, they were indeed
heading towards the northern frontier. According to the man, his men had already escorted
Xiang Ying, who might be taken hostage, on his journey north. Qin Qing agreed to go with him to the legendary, mysterious Moya Cave beyond the Great Wall
if things went as he said, and she would soon see Xiang Ying return unharmed . She would then seal the stone away permanently. Although she was still somewhat doubtful of the man's claim that he wanted her to hand over and seal the "Cold Jade" as a way to lure an enemy of the Qin Palace, this time, Qin Qing's hesitation didn't last long. Because in the small town they arrived at after dawn, she saw the little brat, accompanied and protected by Dong Kuang 's men, eating and drinking freely. And accompanying the little brat was none other than Shi, a wandering knight whom Xiang Shaolong absolutely trusted. Qin Qing at wasn't the Xiang family. She didn't go up to acknowledge Xiang Ying; since the little brat was already in danger, it was best to let him continue with the disguised camel caravan back to the north. But perhaps out of curiosity, or perhaps out of guilt for the man taking a knife for her, she decided to fulfill her promise to him and go with him to the Moya Caves. After a tiring night of travel, Qin Qing, at Dong Kuang's insistence, rested and bathed for several before continuing her journey. In fact, during those hours, Qin Qing hadn't had a moment's rest, except for washing away the blood and dust. First, she asked the innkeeper to buy her and Dong Kuang two new sets of clothes in town, then she went to find a doctor to bandage Dong Kuang's wounds. Although her body had relaxed after those hours, the woman, whose mind had been constantly tense, hadn't truly rested. But now, Qin Qing had found the best way to rest. On horseback, she leaned lazily against Dong Kuang 's strong chest. The woman had initially insisted on buying another horse to avoid sharing a ride with the man. However, when the man, now dressed in a dark blue robe, extended a hand to her from his tall, magnificent steed, she mounted his horse without hesitation. Following him, they slowly rode through the bustling town like a couple . Perhaps due to exhaustion, Qin Qing, who had been carefully avoiding physical contact , gradually fell asleep on the swaying back of the horse. When the woman awoke, their horses had arrived at another unfamiliar town. "Hmm… why are you so concerned about the Xiang family's affairs…" Yawning, Qin Qing woke from her dream to find herself lying in the man's arms. Her face flushed slightly, and she quickly sat up from him . The veil she wore on her face protected her from the dust and allowed her to speak freely with the man on horseback. Although she tried to keep her distance from the man, his masculine aura, tinged with the medicinal scent of wounds, clearly entered Qin Qing's nostrils. The woman didn't reject this scent; she simply held the reins, allowing the man's horse a moment's rest. "A debt of love." To Qin Qing's question, Dong Kuang answered with just two words, yet they gave the woman the most complete answer. Qin Qing understood, of course, that Dong Kuang's "debt of love" referred not only to Wei'er but also to Ji Yanran. For some reason, a hint of jealous curiosity rose within the woman. "Hmm…you said…you said that Sister Ji later took the initiative to seek you out…is that true?" The woman's question was barely audible, yet it reached the man's ears clearly. The man wasn't exactly a gentleman, and upon hearing the woman's slightly jealous question, he immediately smiled knowingly and said, "Does Madam want to know the whole process of that day?" "No…" In her girlish tone, Dong Kuang could clearly hear the secret expectation in Qin Qing's heart. Especially since the two were in the middle of a bustling city, the man's hands, pretending to hold the reins, were actually casually wrapped around Qin Qing's waist. To avoid his hands, the woman involuntarily leaned back, only to fall back into his embrace. The man seized the opportunity to tighten his grip, making it impossible for Qin Qing to escape. This time, however, the woman simply rested her head against his ear, as if listening to her lover whispering sweet nothings . But if you could truly hear what Dong Kuang was saying, you would understand why the woman was clenching her fists, biting her lip, and even kicking the swaying stirrups with her feet. Because what the man was saying was not sweet talk between lovers, but the most primal sexual scene between a man and a woman. Dong Kuang intentionally wanted to tease Qin Qing, so he probably recounted every detail of what happened with Ji Yanran on Dark Cang Mountain to her. From Ji Yanran's desperate, insatiable desire as she sucked and swallowed his genitals, to his thrusting into her from behind in the spring water, the renowned Ji Yanran 's buttocks trembled lasciviously in the sunlight and water droplets. Dong Kuang, while using the most explicit language to transport the woman back to that scene, also seized the opportunity to use his burning sun...

His breath tickled the woman's delicate ear.
Especially when Dong Kuang recounted how he and Ji Yanran had ridden through the bustling city that day, just like now,
and how he had been groping the woman's naked body beneath her cloak throughout the journey,
the clear language and resonant scene made Qin Qing feel as if she were back with them.
The woman was aroused.
As a man whose bedroom skills were unparalleled, Dong Kuang immediately noticed this. Since
leaving , after the woman learned of the jade's negative effects, Qin Qing had kept it in her bag.
Now, it was as if all the shackles of desire had been removed from the woman; not only had her words
become bolder, but her body had also become sensitive.
Dong Kuang sat behind Qin Qing, clearly feeling the difference in her body temperature compared to the previous night. He
was easily aroused by desire, and even the contact through her clothes
made his lower body swell. At the same time, the man was also aware that the woman wasn't resisting
the touch of his massive, donkey-sized genitals against her back, almost
reaching .
"Hey, what are you doing?" Qin Qing's question was superfluous; she knew perfectly well what the man was doing by adjusting her
cloak from behind to the front. Just like what had happened with Ji Yanran that day, the man was about to
slip his hands inside her clothes and begin to feast on her body. But the woman wasn't Ji Yanran;
the woman then had completely submitted to "Dong Kuang," while Qin Qing was still
struggling .
The woman gripped her clothes tightly with almost her last bit of strength, but Qin Qing's strength
was, of course, insignificant in front of the man. Almost with the force of tearing clothes apart, the man roughly
pulled the woman's clothes open, along with her hands, to the sides. This style of clothing didn't offer much protection for a woman's breasts
, and with just a little force, Qin Qing's breasts practically popped out of the enclosed space
.
A buzzing sound filled Qin Qing's mind. Although she knew exactly where she was,
her mind was completely blank. With the last of her fingers, she desperately clung to the
hem of her cloak, trying to prevent anyone from seeing what lay beneath. However, Qin Qing quickly noticed the man's
strange behavior. He merely parted her cloak, then grasped her hands with his own
, never daring to overstep his bounds.
"Madam, this is all I will do. From now on, everything is in your hands."
With that , the man actually released Qin Qing's hands, one hand retreating outside the cloak to take
the reins from her, while the other simply rested naturally on her waist.
This scoundrel acted like a perfectly upright gentleman.
Although Qin Qing was filled with resentment towards the man, she was also blushing deeply with embarrassment. If there were
even a dry well nearby, she would have immediately hidden herself in it. She was walking through a bustling city when she
found doing something so absurd with a man. Qin Qing didn't know if she was acting out of passion
or lust. One thing was certain: even with her hands freed, she didn't bother to straighten her
clothes, which the man had ripped off. Instead, she let her breasts rise and fall, panting, beneath her cloak.
Her heart pounded so hard it felt like it would leap out of her throat. The cool breeze seeping through the cloak sent
shivers down her spine. Her sensitive breasts became even more
visibly , especially one of the decorative pieces, which was
rubbing against her already swollen nipple—just like the night before when she had secretly touched herself with her clothes in front of the man.
Even more outrageous, a familiar, hot rod was pressed against her lower back. Qin Qing
realized that while the man had unbuttoned her clothes, he had also unbuckled his belt. Even
through her clothes, the woman could feel just how enormous Dong Kuang's thing was.
The spring breeze of the north carried a hint of chill amidst its warmth, and the man, as if trying to kill Qin Qing, deliberately
shook the hem of her clothes, letting the cool breeze continuously stimulate her breasts. Finally,
this method made her body extremely uncomfortable, and Qin Qing suddenly reached out a hand, resolutely
stopping the man's provocative behavior.
"Don't do this..." The woman's tone was firm and angry. However, after she finished
speaking , as if in a fog, Qin Qing finally grabbed one of the man's hands in a haze and placed it directly
on her bare breasts.
Wild, incredibly wild caresses. The moment the man's hand touched Qin Qing's breasts, Qin Qing
understood why even Ji Yanran, who was used to the ways of the martial world, would surrender to the man so quickly. An
unprecedentedly nimble hand was constantly moving across her sacred chest.
Dong Kuang used the strength of four fingers to forcefully squeeze Qin Qing's soft, swollen breasts. His longest and most nimble
middle finger was rapidly grinding against her nipples. Qin Qing, who had never experienced such
foreplay , could only clench her teeth, subconsciously resisting while
silently enjoying the man's violation.
The man's hands weren't as rough as she had imagined. Although it was clear he spent years with a sword,
Dong Kuang's hands were more delicate than many women's. However, despite their delicacy,
the force with which he kneaded her breasts grew increasingly unrestrained. Her most sacred breasts
were now being kneaded in various ways, like two warm blankets for the man's hands.
Through the woman's drowsy eyes, she could clearly see the pedestrians on both sides of the road, especially some
very hospitable people who were frequently nodding to the handsome couple on horseback. Qin Qing
tried hold the cloak tight with both hands, but she was afraid that if she pulled it too tight,
the cloak would reveal the man's actions. Therefore, the only thing Qin Qing could do for now was to do the same as Ji Yanran had done that day:
spur her horse on, letting it carry them away from the town.
The desolate grasslands, the withered winter grass not yet completely dead, and the green shoots of spring already sprouting from the soil.
Facing the vast expanse of sky and earth, Qin Qing no longer needed to clutch her cloak. Dong Kuang's
spirited horse, named Ta Lang, hadn't galloped so freely in a long time, clearly influenced by the sorrow of its two grieving
masters .
The cloak billowed, repeatedly exposing Qin Qing's perfect breasts to the air, yet the woman made no
attempt to conceal them. Tension, excitement, taboo, desire—Qin Qing could hardly believe she had succumbed
so quickly. The glistening beads of sweat on her breasts, the almost
completely soaked bra, exuded the most erotic aura, welcoming the man behind her.
Below her waist, though her clothes were still intact, Qin Qing intentionally or unintentionally raised her buttocks, which
should have been on horseback. The man's member found a suitable angle, extending
between her legs. Though it was merely a superficial touch, Dong Kuang was enjoying this unique "union" with Qin Qing on horseback
.
Dong Kuang's hand slipped between the woman's legs, reaching her
genitals through Qin Qing's buttocks. Qin Qing understood that the man's strange method of masturbation was actually an attempt to violate her private area, a place no one but
Xiang Shaolong dared to touch. However, she couldn't help but spread her legs, allowing the man
more freedom.
"Ah...stop..." Just as the man was about to unleash his most powerful skill,
bringing the woman to the peak of desire with just his hands, Qin Qing's body suddenly
trembled violently like never before. With an unknown strength, she pushed Dong Kuang's strong hands away,
then tightly embraced herself, beginning a violent spasm.
This was definitely not a sign of orgasm. Dong Kuang, familiar with women's bodies, knew that a woman's reaction to orgasm
was never like this. He immediately stopped, reined in his horse, and tried to
lift the suddenly agitated Qin Qing from the horse.
"No, don't touch me." The woman gasped for breath, then suddenly closed her eyes and collapsed into
the man's arms. After a long while, she slowly opened her eyes, her face flushed, looking at
the anxious man before her with an incredibly shy gaze.
Of course, the experienced Dong Kuang finally understood the reason for the woman's reaction. A
faint ; it turned out that during the height of their passion, the woman's period had unexpectedly started. Judging from
Qin Qing's reaction, she had anticipated this, but he himself was
startled by her reaction.
"Does it... hurt?" Dong Kuang's tone had become incredibly gentle. Gone was
the domineering of the past two days; it was like a simple greeting between lovers. Just then, a passing gust of wind
lifted the woman's veil. Even Lao Ai had to admit that the woman's expression at this moment was a
perfection unmatched by anyone else.
Qin Qing blushed and looked up at the man, smiling at him with an incredibly shy expression. She didn't
utter a word, but she already understood the reason for her uncontrollable passion these past two days.
Her desires always intensified during her period. Perhaps stimulated by the blood she had shed these past two days, this time her reaction was even stronger
than usual. Therefore, just now, if it weren't for her disheveled state, she would have certainly
engaged in more acts with the man.
And it was precisely because of that disheveled state that she experienced an unprecedented pleasure. Qin Qing finally
couldn't resist, lifting her head to gently kiss the man's cheek, both as a reward and as a tacit signal between them. The distance to the Moya Cave wasn't far, only a day and a night. By midnight , the two had reached the foot of the Moya Cave. This journey became the most licentious period . During this time, Dong Kuang actually kept his promise; although the man expressed his desire to her almost every hour, he truly didn't force himself on her again. Every time Dong Kuang directly told her that his desires were rising again, it was she who ended up comforting this seemingly insatiable man. In that day and night, aside from her menstrual-stained genitals, the man had touched almost every inch of her skin. Or more accurately, she had used every inch of her body except her genitals to comfort him. During this time, Qin Qing seemed to forget her identity; she only knew that when the man was aroused in her presence, she wanted to please him in countless ways. But all of this… was still missing. An invisible barrier stood between them, weighing heavily on Qin Qing's heart. She absolutely could not have sex with this man; this was the constant reminder Qin Qing had given herself . Although in Qin, women were mostly strong-willed and could freely pursue their lovers, they were still the epitome of chastity within the palace. Therefore, when she realized her journey was about to end tonight, Qin Qing only promised the man that she would turn sideways and remove her clothes in front of him, allowing him to ejaculate in front of her for the first time . At this moment, by the stream at the foot of Moya Cave Mountain, Qin Qing had completely removed her white shirt . The man was right beside her, but Qin Qing dared not turn her head to look at him. It wasn't because the man was currently masturbating in front of her with his hand over his enormous genitals, which she had never seen before. Although , she already knew the size of his penis from the touch. What she dared not look at was the man's eyes, filled with desire yet utterly lost. She was afraid if she saw his eyes, she would recklessly make love to him. She was afraid that her resistance would make him lose interest in her as well. So, she could only lower her head, slightly purse her lips, and try to support her breasts with her arms so that the man could see them as clearly as possible. Perfect moonlight, perfect body. Qin Qing didn't know why she had become so unrestrained, but while pleasing the man, she had to admit that she was also enjoying the pleasure that this forbidden exposure brought her. "Show me how you masturbate." Dong Kuang's tone returned to its usual domineering manner, only this time...

In the midst of it all, Qin Qing could clearly feel a desire about to erupt. She didn't want to
disappoint ; her heart had already surrendered to him. So, the woman slowly parted her legs, her hand
beginning to slide gently towards her underpants, slightly stained from her menstrual blood.
"What a pair of wanton sluts," a familiar voice pulled the infatuated Qin Qing back to reality
. She then realized that not only had the man tidied his clothes, but he
had even helped her tidy them up while simultaneously drawing his sword to protect her surroundings.
Eight people, eight weapons. At this moment, Jing Rou, with a mocking expression, led her men
to surround her and the man using the methods most familiar to the Xiang family army. Although they had created several illusions along the way,
Qin Qing knew, of course,
just how .
Therefore, when Jing Rou and the others appeared before her, Qin Qing wasn't surprised. Instead, for
a moment , she felt a sense of relief. The man was wounded on the back, greatly reducing his fighting ability.
Even if Jing Rou and the others had already taken their positions, and the man had launched a surprise attack first, the two of them wouldn't have survived tonight
. Perhaps, when news of her affair reached Xiang Family Fortress, her reputation would instantly transform from that of the pure
and noble Qin Fairy into a complete harlot.
However, Qin Qing no longer cared. Judging from the current situation, it seemed the other side had no intention of letting
Dong Kuang leave alive, and if he died, she could follow him in death. She would let her
desires make a choice beyond life and death. Although she wouldn't have indulged in life, she could go to
hell together in death.
Qin Qing's hand had already secretly reached for the dagger she used for self-defense between her legs. But now,
this dagger, originally used to defend her chastity, would soon become her
indictment of the desires she had suppressed for so many years.
Before her, Jing Rou and the others had become someone else entirely—
Xiang Shaolong , and the Prince Qin, who only wanted to use her body. The world before Qin Qing's eyes had become a sea of blood. Those Xiang family guards,
who used to be subservient to her but now looked at her with disgusting arrogance , had transformed into demons gazing at her. Qin Qing was prepared to die. To use her death to announce the birth of another version of herself. However, she did not die, for she discovered that before her, the most evil demon king in the sea of blood was fighting those lesser demons. It was not a particularly exciting duel, especially since Qin Qing had personally witnessed several , and knew that the brilliance of such a fight was greatly diminished by the man's wounds. Yet, this battle before her was the most dangerous, the most concerning, and the most moving one for Qin Qing. From beginning to end, Dong Kuang stood in front of her, resisting . Xiang Shaolong's swordplay was characterized by lightness and speed. The man before her, however, moved with an indescribable elegance amidst his swiftness , as if in the midst of a dance. The Xiang family's personal guards fell one by one, yet Qin Qing felt no pity . Only when Dong Kuang was wounded by the blade during the fight did she feel a pang of anguish. Just moments ago, when Jing Rou's men attacked Dong Kuang, the man, already prepared, suddenly whistled and summoned Ta Lang. He then broke through the previously impenetrable formation. Taking advantage of this fleeting opportunity, Dong Kuang led her on a rapid retreat up the mountain to Moya Cave. This climb became a perilous and desperate struggle. From the bottom of the mountain until now, five people had already been killed by Dong Kuang along the way. Now, as they reached the entrance of Moya Cave, the three, Jing Rou and the others, also exhausted, launched a final, deadly attack. Qin Qing, being a member of the Xiang family, naturally knew that this attack method was the most brutal, suicidal . The man's clothes were riddled with holes from the sword's blade. Scalding blood had almost stained half of his robes red. Only one member of the Xiang family's personal guard remained alive, but it was the most elite member, Jing Rou. Dong Kuang, nearly unconscious, could barely withstand Jing Rou's repeated attacks with her twin blades, but he was powerless to retaliate. Defeat was imminent . "Watch out!" Qin Qing cried out in anguish, for she too knew that Jing Rou's move was called "Heaven and Earth Without Light." This move was invented by Shan Rou to assassinate Zhao Mu, a move that was almost a suicidal one. It was one of the three forbidden moves of the Xiang family army, and only the most elite warriors, absolutely loyal to the Xiang family , could learn it. Therefore, when Jing Rou used this move, she was prepared to die alongside Dong Kuang . The sword had already pierced Dong Kuang's chest; just an inch or two more and it would have killed the man before . However, the weapon remained forever stuck at that final inch, forever missing Dong Kuang's heart. The young assassin turned her head, her face ashen, staring incredulously at Qin Qing, who held the bronze dagger in both hands. The blood-soaked woman trembled, tears streaming down her face , but her hand, already pierced by the blood-stained dagger, remained firmly suspended in mid-air before unexpectedly plunging it into her own body. "This…this is what you forced me to do…The King of Qin wanted me dead, but I insisted on living, living with ." These were the last words Jing Rou heard before her death, the words she couldn't understand the most. Why would a woman who had never held a knife before have the courage to kill? Jing Rou could no longer see the answer; she could only leave this world forever, filled with astonishment and confusion. A thunderbolt struck the night sky. Qin Qing used her last strength to drag the heavily injured man into the cave. Although Dong Kuang wasn't quite on his deathbed yet, his excessive lack of education had left him weak and lying on the ground. Qin Qing almost cried as she did what Dong Kuang had asked her to do; the jade stone that represented the imprisonment of her desires was buried forever in the cave. Looking at the man who had survived the ordeal, Qin Qing suddenly felt grateful for the unexpected rain. Besides...

Besides replenishing the man's fluids, she could also wash the blood off her face,
preventing him from seeing her unsightly side.
"Don't worry, you won't die," Dong Kuang said, a rare expression of magnanimity on his face.
The woman's inner turmoil had finally been resolved. Even knowing he was the wicked and lecherous Lao
Ai, the man still felt as if he had done something righteous. The woman's
tears, like pear blossoms in the rain, held too many stories, and now he only wanted to hear her finish them.
"I used to make you take the initiative to arouse your desire," Dong Kuang said, carefully
wiping away the tears from the woman's eyes. "But now, even though I'm full of interest in you, I
don't even have the strength to violate you."
The woman smiled, a pure and genuine smile. Although the tear tracks on her eyes hadn't dried, the woman who had gone from
tears to laughter had made a decision. This decision wasn't
as dramatic or intense as she had imagined; it all seemed like a very natural thing. A perfectly natural sentence,
spoken with perfect anticipation, flowed effortlessly from her lips.
"Now, it's my turn to tease you," Qin Qing
whispered . "With my body, with my desires, with the sweet words you've stirred within me, and with this
heart you've aroused, I will tease you."
Chapter Four:
Spring rain, with its unique gentleness, was nourishing the land of the northern desert. Suppressed desires, like raindrops
falling from the sky poured onto the earth, washing away grudges, hatred, and slaughter.
In the mysterious cave of the Desert Cliff Cave, Qin Qing was fulfilling her promise in her own way.
Dong Kuang, covered in wounds, was helped to a spacious, comfortable slope. His clothes had been almost completely removed, leaving him only in
his underpants. His nearly naked, muscular body was covered in shocking wounds. In
contrast, Qin Qing was dressed in a kimono, not a single inch of skin exposed to the man.
However, at this moment, Dong Kuang was enjoying what was almost the most wonderful moment. Qin Qing was gently lying
on top of him, using her soft yet fiery tongue to cleanse every inch of his skin, removing
the marks from his wounds.
"So, it turns out, women really do have different levels of skill in bed." Although he had slept with countless beauties,
this first time the man truly understood this. A woman's gentle and unique "healing" method was
like a deadly poison, making every wound feel like it was being teased by a cat.
Generally speaking, as the one who is conquered in bed, women, despite their vastly different appearances, tend
to have similar reactions. Usually, women who are more reserved in bed mostly lie there
letting the man do as he pleases, simply cooperating. Perhaps when passion is at its peak, a woman might even let out
moans that give the man a sense of conquest.
Then there are the better women who know how to please the man, such as wriggling their lower bodies
during , or taking the initiative to some extent when the man is tired. The best type of
woman is one who is open to all kinds of positions in bed,
knowing .
Generally, this third type of woman is very rare, and most of them are wanton women.
Therefore, when he encountered a stunningly beautiful woman like Ji Yanran with such an open personality, he felt he had reached
the pinnacle of sexual pleasure.
However, at this moment, Dong Kuang realized he was wrong. Because Qin Qing's behavior made him realize just how breathtakingly seductive
a woman, a woman who had suppressed her desires for decades, could be.
The woman's movements weren't wild; they were like a gentle kitten, each
lick by a delicate whimper.
Yet, each lick seemed to connect with his soul, each touch
precisely targeting his most arousing spots. The wound, after bleeding, should have been
burning with pain; now, even the slightest touch was unbearably painful and itchy. But Qin Qing gave Dong Kuang
a different feeling. The woman's tongue didn't cause him any numbness or itching; instead, it was
like a healing elixir, gradually easing the pain in his wounds and leaving only a tingling, pleasurable sensation.
It had been a long time since the man had experienced this feeling of being conquered by a woman,
especially now that the dignified Qin Qing was cleaning
his wounds . Dong Kuang suddenly felt that he wasn't seducing Qin Qing, but rather that the woman was teaching
him how to enjoy a woman.
In truth, Dong Kuang's body, from the continuous travel and battles, was
covered in dust, sweat, and blood, giving him a dirty smell. However, Qin Qing seemed unconcerned about these things. Whether it was
his muddy fingers or his sweaty armpits, everything became the object of her meticulous cleaning.
Especially now, when Dong Kuang saw the woman lift his legs and remove his shoes, Qin Qing's actions brought his
excitement and shock to an unprecedented level. He had initially thought she was merely helping him
remove his shoes and socks, but to his surprise, the woman gently parted her lips and took his left big toe directly into
her mouth .
The blood and mud on his toes made them smell somewhat foul, but the woman's expression was as if she
were savoring a divine delicacy. This was definitely not Qin Qing's plea for mercy, but a
gift that far exceeded his imagination. His sensitive toe pads felt
the sensation of her nimble, fragrant tongue in her warm, moist mouth; he could even feel the taste buds on her tongue.
His ten toes were cleaned one by one by the woman. Having not experienced such stimulation in bed for a long time
, the man felt his soles begin to sweat. His tense and excited feet
arched , yet were carefully cradled in the woman's hands. If you had heard before that the infamous
Lao Ai, known as the greatest lecher in the world, would be brought to such a state by a woman, you probably wouldn't have believed it.
However , when the woman stopped herself from moving and slowly brought her head close to the man again, his
trembling face, filled with excitement, became the best applause for her performance.
Her lips parted again, this time targeting the man's thick lips. Dong Kuang realized that the woman
didn't to want a passionate kiss, but rather to spit a strangely flavored liquid from her mouth into his
.
It was a mixture of earth, blood, male bodily fluids, and a woman's saliva, a mixture of scents,
heated by the woman's lips, a kind of aphrodisiac concocted using a method found nowhere else in the world.
At this moment, Dong Kuang finally understood the pungent odor Qin Qing had endured during their previous encounter in Hong Kong
. That sour and bitter taste, almost nauseating, was unbearable even for him.
The man wanted to extend his tongue to offer solace to the woman's fragrant tongue. However, just as he was about to do so
, the woman suddenly pulled away from his embrace and forcefully covered his lips with her hand.
A mischievous smile on her face revealed her true feelings. This was a different kind
of punishment from the woman, a kind of fee she charged the man for her virginity.
Dong Kuang, of course, understood what the woman meant, so he didn't spit out the liquid in his mouth. Instead, he forcefully
twisted his throat and swallowed the foul-smelling fluid. It felt like a child swallowing a bowl of bitter
medicine. Qin Qing, seeing the man's pained expression, was overjoyed, as if she had found a treasure. A long-unseen joy appeared on her
delicate face. And of course, for the man, he was
just like those children; after drinking the medicine, they always received a sweet treat as a reward.
A soft, snowy white flesh rushed towards the man as his throat began to move. Qin Qing practically
pried open Dong Kuang's mouth with her hand, stuffing one of her breasts into his mouth. At the same
moment, Qin Qing finally emitted that most seductive
sound that every mature woman knows how to use to please a man.
At this moment, Qin Qing's upper garment had already been quickly removed, even faster than when she was violated by the man on
horseback . The liquid, not yet swallowed by the man, quickly flowed down his
chin onto Qin Qing's smooth, white breasts. As he savored this delicious offering
, he realized how ingenious Qin Qing's choice of this place for their union was.
The moonlight, filtering through the cracks in the rocks after the rain, allowed him to clearly see every vein on her breasts. Dong
Kuang no longer knew whether grinding with his tongue or forcefully swallowing with his lips would provide the most intense stimulation. But with his own teasing, her breasts became incredibly full, like two white peaches before him. Especially the tips , glistening with a translucent crimson under the moonlight, were his masterpiece. On her nipples, glistening with his saliva in the moonlight, these two most intimate protrusions now exuded an incomparably lewd aura before him. Once one nipple successfully slipped into the man's mouth, enjoying his unique teasing, the other, neglected in the air , would immediately seize the opportunity to slip in as well, then out, then in again. Passion was intense, and Qin Qing's alluring demeanor was aroused. The man, no longer satisfied with the beauty of her breasts, decided to take the initiative . Dong Kuang's hands moved swiftly, removing Qin Qing's robes, leaving only her undergarments , which carried a faint scent of blood. Lying on the slope, the man, like a supreme monarch, admired Qin Qing, who sat shyly, allowing his gaze to linger on her body. In that instant, the man suddenly felt that he had truly won against Xiang Shaolong. If his successful assault on Ji Yanran last year was largely due to that woman's uncontrollable lust, then now, when he had successfully freed the widow Qing, a symbol of nobility and purity in many people's eyes, from the shackles of desire, did Dong Kuang suddenly feel that, as a man, he was the most successful man . In an instant, the man regained his strength. He felt he had enough power to repeatedly to the peak of passion, letting her experience unprecedented pleasure. He hadn't felt this eager in a long time; he even impatiently wanted to push the woman down so he could have sex with her directly. However, this time, the woman stopped him again. Qin Qing forcefully pressed the man back onto the rocky slope, not to resist him, but because she had something to do, something she had been planning since yesterday. Qin Qing wanted to prove herself, to prove that she was the only woman in the world. Therefore, when Dong Kuang brazenly told her on horseback yesterday that Ji Yanran had shamelessly used her lips to taste a man's genitals and even used her breasts to stimulate him, Qin Qing had already made up her mind. She was determined to use the same method to seduce a man, and she would do it even better than Ji Yanran. She just hadn't expected it to happen so quickly. The woman finally pulled down the man's underpants. Looking at Dong Kuang's unparalleled, enormous penis, Qin Qing didn't show the surprise that other women usually displayed. However, Dong Kuang's expression towards Qin Qing showed no disappointment . The satisfied and contented smile on her face clearly told him that she could feel his size, and he was confident that his unparalleled endowment could give her the passion she craved most. Her genitals, as thick as Qin Qing's forearm, were held in her hands. She licked them with the same gentle touch , but this time it was completely different. Besides being much more careful, even using her tongue to clean the sweat from the wrinkles of his scrotum, Qin Qing, while licking his genitals, also gently sucked on them with her red lips, like a tender kiss. His dark genitals, with clearly visible blue veins, were now surprisingly docile. The penis, repeatedly taken into Qin Qing's mouth, was now strangely docile, like a kitten. Dong Kuang's heart pounded as if a million ants were crawling inside. However, the man knew he had to endure it; the longer he held back, the more he could enjoy the woman's services. The woman took his genitals into her mouth and began to sway wildly. Her flowing hair was just the beginning; as the woman's eyes glazed over with desire, she whispered...

When she uttered her request, the man had already obediently turned around, propping his legs up so his back was to the woman.
His two thick legs were practically hoisted onto her shoulders. Dong Kuang didn't know where Qin Qing
got the strength to support his heavy body so completely. But soon, Dong Kuang understood
why did this: only a woman's not only large but also incredibly elastic breasts could
reach between his legs at this strange angle to clamp his genitals. And only his thick, long, and
highly flexible genitals could be manipulated at this angle by the woman.
"Ah…" Dong Kuang never expected to utter such a
groan . However, when Qin Qing's other hand pried open his buttocks and then
licked his anus with her fragrant tongue, Dong Kuang felt his entire body tremble.
Before this, even those notorious harlots and whores had never touched his genitals with their tongues
. Occasionally, women would massage his genitals with their fingers, but it was always just a fleeting touch. But
at this moment, Qin Qing was not only using her tongue to clean Dong Kuang's anus, but she was also trying to use the tip of her tongue to break open
the confinement of the man's anus, so that her tongue could penetrate even a little further.
This was the most lewd and bizarre way of intercourse. The strangeness of Qin Qing's choice even
amazed Dong Kuang. The man's body trembled constantly, and he could only maintain his
balance . Between the man and woman, this passion once again became like a game of strategy. Qin Qing wanted to see
Dong Kuang unable to endure her method and collapse in front of her.
Suddenly, a strange competitive spirit arose in Dong Kuang's heart. He was Lao Ai,
the man in the world who knew the most about the art of seducing women. And now, he was being teased by a woman like this, making him tremble all over
.
So the man suddenly turned over, then pulled the woman into his arms, and while the woman was lying on top of him and continuing
to suck his genitals, the man had already pulled the woman's legs in front of him and buried his head
between her legs. Dong Kuang almost hung the woman upside down, and began licking her genitals, still
stained with .
Qin Qing's reaction was far more intense than his own. The woman's body trembled, and the sharp moans from her throat and
the burning heat of her skin greatly satisfied the man. The woman's secret passage, still carrying the scent of blood, was surprisingly tender.
Her seaweed-like body hair had been completely removed, leaving only
two lips encased in white skin, soft and delicate like a newborn baby.
No matter how much Qin Qing knew the most beautiful parts of her body, the stimulation of a woman's body
was always unparalleled for a man. Whether he was brushing his stubble against her lips or teasing her clitoris with his tongue, Dong Kuang could send her to the peak of desire with effortless
skill . The woman's trembling, salty genitals, her skin glistening with faint sweat under the moonlight, displayed an astonishing allure before the man. Compared to Ji Yanran in the spring that afternoon, the changes in light and shadow on Qin Qing's body added a touch of mystery to her allure. When Qin Qing left his body again, she breathed softly and weakly, murmuring, "I have some strange cravings when I have my period. Today I'm letting you off easy; I've cleaned your body, so even if you're menstruating, it's fine to have intercourse with you." The man, having received the woman's final ultimatum, knew the crucial moment had arrived. The woman 's jade-like body lying before him was like a most delicious human feast. Dong Kuang lifted the woman to where he had been lying, so she could see his lower body entering her with the same clear angle . No lubrication was needed; the woman's glistening fluids were like fine wine welcoming guests from a secret cave. Dong Kuang's movements , guiding his lower body to part Qin Qing's honeyed lips, were slow and sacred. This time, he not only wanted to enter the body of the most beautiful woman of the world, but also to completely open the door to this woman's desire. The glans had already entered halfway. Although Qin Qing tried her best to adapt to the man's size, the effects of her menstrual period forced her to slow down his movements. However, throughout, the woman did not resist. She tried to spread her legs between his waist, allowing his movements to reflect her anticipation. The slight, tearing pain in her lower body did not stop Qin Qing; instead, it involuntarily brought back memories of the night she lost her virginity. It was a scene that was both incredibly embarrassing and incredibly memorable. A thought involuntarily crossed Qin Qing's mind: if it hadn't been Xiang Shaolong who became her lover that night, but this man before her, would her first time have been even more wonderful, even more wild? Finally, the man's penis entered the woman's body. Finally, Dong Kuang understood why Qin Qing had such a strong reaction after her desire was aroused. In this world, Dong Kuang had never encountered a woman with such a uniquely shaped vagina . Qin Qing's flower path was very deep, so deep that even for his lower body to touch the woman's clitoris , he had to fully penetrate her body. At the same time, the woman's flower path was very hot, forming a stark contrast with her icy constitution. Dong Kuang finally began to thrust into Qin Qing's body. At this moment, he finally understood what it meant to be an irreplaceable beauty. Qin Qing was lying beneath him, and the pleasure of him forcefully thrusting his lower body into her while squeezing her buttocks with both hands was something he had never experienced before. Each time he withdrew, it was tinged with a strange crimson, partly because of the woman's delicate lower body , but mainly because the woman was still menstruating. Although Dong Kuang had had intercourse with his maidservants during their periods several times before, the woman's lower body was exceptionally sensitive and vulnerable at this time, so apart from curiosity, he could not obtain full pleasure. However, Qin Qing beneath him seemed unaffected by her menstrual period; in fact, the heightened arousal made her even more excited. Dong Kuang was using his most primal and crude methods to ravish the woman before him. Qin Qing even let out soft, melodious moans, writhing at the same pace.

Her buttocks welcomed the man. The trembling of her buttocks from the impact of their muscles became a
scene as if her soul had been struck.
Her large breasts swept heavily across the cold stone slab. Only when the movements were most intense
could Dong Kuang see a glimpse of her breasts swaying. The man brazenly lowered himself from behind,
gripping her breasts tightly with both hands. He was confident that even if his weight was completely on her back,
she could support their balance.
Lying on her back, Dong Kuang suddenly felt an unprecedented sense of satisfaction, like the memory of his mother carrying him on her back in his
hazy . This
man, who had experienced decades of glory and disgrace, sometimes a rising star, sometimes utterly ruined, finally couldn't hold back and let a few hot tears fall
onto the woman's neck. At the same time, his lower body thrust even more frantically into her
.
The slapping sounds never stopped...
The copulation in the cave of Moya Cliff had continued for an unknown amount of time. Here, time and space
seemed to stand still, leaving only two seemingly inexhaustible individuals, still frantically enjoying
the sensual pleasure they were receiving from each other. Dong Kuang's actions towards the woman became increasingly unrestrained; he
even slapped her delicate, white buttocks repeatedly with his hands
as she writhed. He used real force, leaving bloody welts on her buttocks as if she had been whipped.
However, Qin Qing did not resist the man's actions at all. At this moment, she was taking the initiative
, straddling the man and rapidly manipulating his hot penis with her lower body.
Sweat had added a glistening moisture to their bodies, and a
burning aura seemed to form around their two hot bodies. This was their third union, and
their final sprint. In the two passionate encounters just now, Dong Kuang had already ejaculated twice:
once on the woman's full breasts as Qin Qing requested, and once into
Qin Qing's delicate lips as he wished.
This time, driven by their wild passion, the two had only one last thought: only that method could be considered
the purest and most primal form of union. Qin Qing's moans, once melodious, had become hoarse. She had
lost count of how many times a man had brought her to the peak of climax, and each time she surpassed one peak, she
found an even higher one waiting for her. Burning heat, sweat, release, spasms—each climax
felt like a rebirth for Qin Qing.
This time, as the man, finally exhausted, lay on the rocky slope, Qin Qing was
writhing against him in the most direct way. Her red lips, carrying the metallic scent of his semen, repeatedly touched his
cheeks, and all she wanted was to let that scent permeate her body completely.
Although Xiang Shaolong had lost his fertility due to a strange illness, Qin Qing still rarely allowed a man
to ejaculate inside her. It was precisely because of this unexpected turn of events that the woman had an even
stronger . Because Dong Kuang's semen not only felt hotter and thicker, but more importantly,
it was the true semen that could impregnate a woman and regenerate life within her.
Now, due to prolonged sexual intercourse, Qin Qing's swollen lower body had begun to go numb.
Aside from the electric shocks of pleasure she endured, the nectar in her vagina had begun to dry up. For Qin Qing, she had only one
task : to make the man ejaculate with her help.
Sensing the woman's desire, Dong Kuang naturally increased the speed of his thrusts. Although exhausted,
he still tried his best to tease every sensitive spot on the woman's body.
"My love..." Qin Qing suddenly uttered a strange sound. From the beginning, Qin Qing
only addressed Dong Kuang as "you," but later, she began to call him "Mr. Dong Kuang." Now, when this "my love
" came out, when this term he hadn't even used to address Xiang Shaolong uttered, the man finally couldn't suppress
the sense of conquest in his heart, and a final, hot surge of semen finally flowed into the woman's body.
The third ejaculation wasn't much, but it was enough to spray directly onto the woman's vulva.
At the peak of passion, the woman lay limply on the rice paddies, as if she had undergone a baptism, radiating
an unprecedented, sacred glow. Under this glow, even the man's body began
to .
Perfect sex—this belonged to men, and was familiar to women.
Three days later, in the upper and lower reaches of the Moya Cave, a beautiful woman, like a drunken lotus, lay languidly on
a group of swift horses. Qin Qing's three days had been more licentious than many people's lifetime experiences in bed. During these
three days, besides eating and sleeping, she and Dong Kuang made love endlessly.
Their rations were long gone, so they relied on wild game. Their bodies were drained of fluids,
so they replenished themselves with large amounts of mountain spring water.
Thinking of the passion of these three days, Qin Qing's face was still flushed. In these few days, the man had left countless
marks on her breasts, and countless times he had ejaculated into her body.
At this moment, Qin Qing felt a warm sensation all over her body, as if the man's semen was still
flowing .
Dong Kuang didn't leave with her, because he had his own business. Qin Qing didn't linger either; she only wanted
perfect sex, absolutely perfect sex. Because for her, only
when the partner, the time, and the mindset were all at their peak could such perfect sex occur. Xiang Shaolong couldn't give her this kind of sex,
because he didn't know that he could only have an orgasm under extreme tension, and similarly, those men who regarded her as
a saint could never let her experience that wildness intertwined with blood and sex.
Therefore, she devised a plan, a plan she had been conceiving for years. From Xiang Shaolong finding
a man to treat a strange disease she had created with her own medicine, to the most perfect sex toy in the world
finally resonating with her soul. Ji Yanran's lewd acts with men became
an experiment . However, Xiang Shaolong's appearance forced her to postpone her plan. She had waited a long time for this day,
and thus sacrificed a lot.
Those poor guards who originally only wanted to catch her in adultery to curry favor with Wu Tingfang were instead...
A fabricated story lured Lao Ai into a life-or-death duel with them. And that
poor wretch who thought he was working for the Blissful Old Man probably never imagined that the Blissful Old Man was just an incarnation from the very beginning.
Qin Qing lay in bed for a long time, feeling lazy for a long time. When she had had enough of lying down and being lazy, she finally picked up her pen and ink from her bag and
gave the man who would be returning tomorrow a new task. Since he was so determined to wreak havoc on the Xiang family's women, let's see if he has the ability to put on an even more perfect show
for her .

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