Mother and daughter licentiousness

Throughout history, countless cruel punishments and harsh laws have been employed.

These punishments are incredibly diverse, ranging from those intended to punish the most heinous criminals to those used to torment even the most petty thieves.

If all the most vicious punishments were laid out before one, one would likely sigh: Human evil surpasses even that of the devil.

Xu Yirou and her daughter, shackled, were led into the room.

Zhou Qiumei, Zhou Yun, Li Yujun, Lord Fang of the General's Mansion, Lord Liu of the Ministry of Justice, and two clerks

were all present .

They sat in chairs, with Zhou Qiumei in the center, Zhou Yun and Li Yujun on either side, and the others slightly behind.

Xu Yirou and her daughter were forcibly forced to kneel on the floor before them.

The gazes of the crowd were cold, except for Zhou Yun, who felt a pang of pity.

Of the mother and daughter, Xu Yirou's face was ashen, while Chen Lianwei remained calm.

The two clerks took out their pens and ink, prepared draft paper, and nodded to Lord Liu, indicating that they were ready.

Lord Liu remained silent, but glanced at King You.

At this moment, Zhou Yun was also looking at her.

Xu Yirou and her daughter knew that they would soon face interrogation.

Just as they had expected, everyone present indeed had a bellyful of questions.

Why did Chen Lianwei kidnap King You's son? What was her motive? Was she acting on someone's orders?

Zhou Qiumei looked at Xu Yirou and her daughter and said calmly, "If you cooperate, you can be spared physical suffering."

Xu Yirou did not answer, lowered her head, closed her eyes, and her face was pale.

Chen Lianwei raised her eyes, knowing that she was in grave danger, and looked at Zhou Qiumei, stubbornly saying, "What if I refuse?"

Zhou Qiumei smiled faintly, as if chatting with an ignorant little girl.

Then, the smile on her face disappeared.

"That's not up to you." Zhou Qiumei's face was ashen, and she shouted in a deep voice, "Come in!"

Two assassins pushed open the door and entered.

"These two are my elite assassins, one is White Eagle, and the other is Black Dog," Zhou Qiumei said slowly. "They are not only highly skilled in martial arts, but also adept at corporal punishment. No one in the Prince's mansion can rival them."

Xu Yirou and her daughter looked up at the two assassins simultaneously.

They were twin sisters, around twenty years old, with beautiful faces and graceful figures. They didn't look like the type to torture people at all.

But the mother and daughter knew that Zhou Qiumei had no reason to lie. Chen Lianwei feigned composure and laughed, looking at Zhou Qiumei with disdain. She arrogantly said, "Ridiculous! Just the two of them? If you want to scare me, at least find someone with a fierce appearance!"

Then, she looked at the twin sisters and mocked, "The two of you are better suited to be courtesans in a brothel!"

Unexpectedly, the twin sisters didn't get angry but instead smiled, their eyes crinkling as they asked Zhou Qiumei, "Master, may we begin?"

Zhou Qiumei nodded, "As long as you don't die."

Hearing this, the sisters exchanged a smile, "Thank you

, Master." Then they pushed in a box.

The box was very ordinary, like a wooden box used by ordinary people to store clothes or miscellaneous items.

Li Yujun had been looking at Zhou Qiumei with suspicion since earlier, unsure of her thoughts.

Could these two seemingly harmless girls really extract anything from Chen Lianwei?

However, Zhou Yun, who had grown up in Youzhou, looked worried and anxious.

As Zhou Qiumei's daughter, Zhou Yun was intimately familiar with the ruthless agents surrounding her mother, including the twin sisters.

These strikingly beautiful twins, the elder named Zhou Huan and the younger Zhou Qin, were given their own surnames by Zhou Qiumei because they were orphans.

While their martial arts skills among the agents weren't exceptional, they weren't bad either; they also possessed endearing appearances.

However, beneath this charming exterior lay a chilling ruthlessness.

If Guan Zhuoyu was a despicable and wicked villain, then these sisters were terrifyingly monstrous.

Zhou Yun's heart trembled. After all, Chen Lianwei was her friend, and they considered each other sisters. Although she had harmed her brother Zhou Yun, she couldn't bear to see Chen Lianwei suffer for the time being.

"Mother! Letting these two sisters interrogate her is too much..." Zhou Yun gently tugged at her mother's sleeve, trying to persuade her to use someone else.

Zhou Qiumei glanced at her indifferently: "If you can't bear it, then leave."

Zhou Yun bit her lip and remained silent. She simply sat in the chair, not daring to look at Chen Lianwei.

The two sisters carried the box to the middle of the room and gently placed it down.

Then, they bowed to everyone present.

Li Yujun looked at the two sisters, then at Zhou Qiumei.

Lord Liu, Lord Fang, and the two clerks frowned.

Zhou Yun looked reluctant.

Chen Lianwei pretended to be calm, feigning a fearless expression. Xu Yirou was shackled, held down by guards behind her, wanting to stand in front of her daughter, but unable to move.

Then, Zhou Huan and Zhou Qin opened the box.

It was filled with all sorts of torture instruments; just one look at it would make one's scalp tingle.

"You...you...you..." Chen Lianwei finally lost her composure, her expression instantly tense.

"Don't be afraid..." Zhou Huan walked over with the torture instruments, a smile on her face. Zhou Qin's smile was like an older sister's, but even more enthusiastic: "Don't worry, we will absolutely not harm your life."

"No! Noooooo!"

...

Meanwhile, on Zhou Yun's side.

After Zhou Qiumei left, Guan Zhuoyu put on a look of extreme remorse, claiming that she had failed to protect the young master and deserved to die.

Zhou Yun knew it wasn't her fault and told her not to blame herself, but Guan Zhuoyu seemed determined to have the young master punish her.

Zhou Yun couldn't persuade her otherwise and had to nod in agreement.

But unexpectedly, after Zhou Yun nodded, Guan Zhuoyu actually took off her clothes.

"You... what are you doing?" Zhou Yun looked at Guan Zhuoyu with a mixture of joy and shock and asked.

Guan Zhuoyu put on a shy act, having already taken off all her clothes, leaving only her undergarments covering her private parts.

"Young...Young Master..." Guan Zhuoyu suddenly blushed, squeezed her legs together, covered her chest, and said in a coquettish voice, "Please punish me as you see fit, Young Master."

Zhou Yun was injured and tormented by a mental illness; if he had seen such a beauty undressing herself in the past, he would naturally not have refused, but now he had no interest at all.

"I...I think I'll pass..." Zhou Yun was still hesitant.

Guan Zhuoyu was annoyed. How could her young master's mental illness be so serious? Her young master had even slept with his own mother, yet he had no interest in her undressing herself, a great beauty?

Having finally gotten this opportunity, how could Guan Zhuoyu waste it?

Without thinking, Guan Zhuoyu climbed onto the bed; kneeling on the bed, she looked pitiful and said to her young master, "Young Master, do you still remember that some time ago, you saved my life from the King of You!"

Zhou Yun, of course, knew what she was referring to.

Yesterday, Zhou Qiumei discovered that Guan Zhuoyu had inadvertently witnessed her and her son's incestuous affair. She summoned Guan Zhuoyu to her room for questioning, intending to silence him.

However, Guan Zhuoyu, in a moment of desperation, desperately kowtowed several times to wake Zhou Yun.

Surprisingly, the loud kowtows did indeed wake Zhou Yun.

Afterwards, Zhou Yun, following her lead, claimed to his mother that he and Guan Zhuoyu had fallen in love at first sight, and that he had saved her from Zhou Qiumei's clutches.

This talk of love at first sight was nothing but nonsense. He had simply wanted a loyal bodyguard who could both obey and lie for him.

Judging from Zhou Yun's expression, Guan Zhuoyu realized that his young master hadn't forgotten what had happened yesterday. So she used all her skills, her act flawless, tears streaming down her face, and said, "From that moment on, I vowed to repay your life-saving grace, young master, even at the cost of my own life, to protect you."

"But who knew that you would suffer such hardship..." As she spoke, Guan Zhuoyu showed a sorrowful expression, as if it were she herself who was injured, not Zhou Yun.

Seeing Zhou Yun's hesitant look, Guan Zhuoyu felt a surge of anxiety, but she didn't show it on her face. She knelt on the bed, biting her red lips, and crawled to her young master's side, pleading, "Please punish me, young master." Zhou Yun's

face seemed to be filled with conflict. He wasn't blind to right and wrong. He had been kidnapped, it was entirely his own fault, how could he blame Guan Zhuoyu? Thinking this, he shook his head and refused Guan Zhuoyu's request for punishment.

Zhou Yun thought Guan Zhuoyu was blaming herself, but he didn't know that Guan Zhuoyu was taking the opportunity to seduce him.

Guan Zhuoyu cursed inwardly, "This young master is still too young. If it were an older spoiled brat, he would have already pulled down my underpants and inserted that stinking thing. Why would he be so hesitant?"

Seeing that she couldn't expect her young master to take the initiative, Guan Zhuoyu had no choice but to strike first. Of course, she had to put on a convincing act, otherwise, how could she win the young master's heart?

Guan Zhuoyu knew she couldn't compare to the peerless beauty Zhou Qiumei, but with her specially learned bedroom arts, she was sure she could make this young master linger and become hopelessly addicted.

She moved closer, her expression and attitude becoming even more intimate. She placed her hand on Zhou Yun's shoulder and said softly, "Young master truly has a kind heart, unable to bear seeing me suffer."

Zhou Yun's inner turmoil hadn't subsided, and when Guan Zhuoyu placed her hand on her shoulder, she couldn't help but shrink back. But seeing Guan Zhuoyu's gentle and affectionate expression, her unease immediately dissipated.

Then, Guan Zhuoyu said softly, her eyes filled with affection, "Since that's the case, may I serve you well, young master? Consider it making up for my negligence."

Hearing this, Zhou Yun, relieved that he wouldn't have to punish Guan Zhuoyu, nodded.

Guan Zhuoyu was delighted and seized the opportunity, saying, "Excellent! Please lie down, young master, and let me serve you!"

Zhou Yun thought for a moment; since his mother was busy with other matters, and he was idle in the bedchamber anyway, he might as well spend some time with Guan Zhuoyu—better than nothing.

So, he lay down on the bed as Guan Zhuoyu instructed.

Just as Zhou Yun was wondering how Guan Zhuoyu would serve him, he saw her gently place a slender hand on his chest, the pressure gentle, like a caress.

"Does young master know the art of massage?" Guan Zhuoyu asked softly.

Zhou Yun nodded; of course he did. Let alone a noble son like Zhou Yun, raised in a royal family, even commoners know about massage. Moreover, Zhou Yun has lived a life of luxury since childhood, so naturally he'd have maids to massage him with their soft, delicate hands. How could he not know?

When Guan Zhuoyu asked, Zhou Yun guessed that she intended to use a massage to relax. That was fine; he was currently exhausted, and having a beauty like Guan Zhuoyu massage him with her slender hands was quite a treat.

Thinking this, Zhou Yun closed his eyes, preparing to enjoy the service of Guan Zhuoyu's hands.

Guan Zhuoyu's smile remained unchanged. She moved to Zhou Yun's side, using her soft thighs as a pillow for her young master. Not only that, she also stretched out her hands and gently massaged Zhou Yun's body, the pressure just right, making Zhou Yun temporarily forget the pain in his hands.

Seeing the young master's blissful expression, Guan Zhuoyu smiled inwardly: "You don't actually think that all this trouble was just for a massage, do you? You underestimate me, Guan Zhuoyu."

Zhou Yun kept his eyes closed, his injured left hand resting gently on the bed, afraid to move. Seeing that the time was right, Guan Zhuoyu gently placed her left hand on Zhou Yun's chest.

Zhou Yun didn't notice anything amiss, treating it as a normal massage.

Guan Zhuoyu smiled slightly, as if her scheme had succeeded.

At that moment, Guan Zhuoyu circulated her internal energy, and an unusual internal force surged from her dantian, gathering in her palm along the meridians.

Suddenly, in the blink of an eye, this internal force instantly flooded into Zhou Yun's body.

If Zhou Yun had opened his eyes at this moment, he would have seen that Guan Zhuoyu's gentle and affectionate expression had vanished, replaced by an excited joy.

"It's done!" Guan Zhuoyu almost blurted out those two words.

The internal force that had just flooded into Zhou Yun's body was no ordinary thing.

Years ago, Guan Zhuoyu began planning how to maximize her value. To this end, she not only spent money to learn the techniques used by palace concubines to serve the emperor, but also studied unorthodox and heretical martial arts.

In the martial arts world, countless strange sects and bizarre techniques exist, including those related to male-female dual cultivation.

Besides practicing the techniques taught to her by Zhou Qiumei, Guan Zhuoyu secretly practiced another heretical technique: the "Exquisite Harmony and Joyful Union Technique." This technique was originally created by a womanizer, teaching how to fully enjoy the pleasures of lovemaking and how to ignite passion, and was always despised by righteous martial artists.

However, Guan Zhuoyu treasured it.

Just now, Guan Zhuoyu mobilized her internal energy, using the "Exquisite Harmony and Joyful Union Technique," channeling a surge of lewd internal energy into Zhou Yun's body.

Let alone a little boy like Zhou Yun, or someone suffering from mental illness; even an old man impotent for decades, or a castrated eunuch, would be aroused by this lewd inner force.

The strange thing is, it doesn't directly induce lust, like taking an aphrodisiac; the wonder of this evil technique lies in the fact that even those affected believe they are acting of their own volition, not being controlled by someone else.

Guan Zhuoyu secretly withdrew her inner force and softly called to Zhou Yun, whose head was resting on her lap, "Young master, how was my technique?"

Zhou Yun slowly opened his eyes, seeing Guan Zhuoyu's exquisite face. He smiled with satisfaction, "Not bad, it feels quite comfortable."

"As long as young master is happy," Guan Zhuoyu smiled sweetly.

At this moment, the lewd inner force within Zhou Yun seized the opportunity to erupt!

Zhou Yun's head rested on Guan Zhuoyu's soft lap, and suddenly, his eyes burned with desire, staring intently at Guan Zhuoyu's face.

"Young Master, what's wrong? Why are you staring at me?" Guan Zhuoyu naturally knew why, but deliberately asked.

Zhou Yun didn't answer, but instead carefully looked at Guan Zhuoyu's face.

"Why... do I suddenly feel... she's so beautiful..." Zhou Yun thought to himself.

To be honest, Guan Zhuoyu's appearance was indeed extraordinary, but because Zhou Qiumei and Zhou Yun were both rare beauties, she paled in comparison.

But without Zhou Qiumei and Zhou Yun for comparison, she alone truly deserves to be called an exceptional beauty.

One has to admire the nickname given to the Youwang Mansion: the Fairy Mansion—it's truly fitting.

Not to mention Zhou Qiumei and Zhou Yun, even her subordinates Fu Wuqiu and Guan Zhuoyu possess extraordinary beauty. It's truly a mystery how Zhou Qiumei managed to find so many beauties.

Look at Guan Zhuoyu's delicate oval face; even without makeup, she's breathtaking. Her clear, bright eyes are a pleasure to behold.

Her nose is high and refined, her lips red and luscious—her beauty truly deserves the description of alluring and captivating.

Zhou Yun stared intently at Guan Zhuoyu's face, becoming somewhat lost in thought. When he came to his senses, his mouth was dry. Guan Zhuoyu, meanwhile, cleverly feigned a shy expression.

"Master...Master...why are you looking at me like that..." Guan Zhuoyu slightly changed his form of address, directly calling him "Master" without adding the word "Xiao" (meaning "little").

Zhou Yun averted his gaze, looking to the side, and said evasively, "N-nothing..."

As he spoke, Zhou Yun felt his mouth was dry, so he asked Guan Zhuoyu to pour him a cup of tea.

Guan Zhuoyu responded and pulled out his legs, letting Zhou Yun's head rest on the bed; he knelt on the bed and crawled to the bedside, preparing to get off the bed to pour tea for his young master.

At the same time, Guan Zhuoyu deliberately swayed his snow-white, plump buttocks; as he crawled on the bed, his full buttocks swayed from side to side, only a layer of underpants separating them, making Zhou Yun's eyes widen.

"Gulp." He swallowed hard. The lewd inner power within Zhou Yun's body surged again, a hot current flowing from his lower abdomen straight into his brain.

Instantly, lewdness entered his mind, and Zhou Yun's mind went blank, reaching out his right hand to grab Guan Zhuoyu's buttocks.

With a cry of "Ouch!", Guan Zhuoyu said coquettishly, "Master, what are you doing?"

She turned to Zhou Yun, her face flushed with embarrassment.

Zhou Yun, consumed by lust, was completely unaware of it, believing it was his own impure thoughts. Had it been someone with considerable internal strength like Zhou Qiumei or Zhou Yun, they would have already realized Guan Zhuoyu was behind it all.

With a forceful pinch on Guan Zhuoyu's buttocks, Zhou Yun opened his mouth, panting heavily, his eyes burning with desire.

"M-Master...this servant still needs to pour tea..." Guan Zhuoyu feigned shyness, like a virgin being harassed by a lecherous man.

It must be said that the lustful internal energy Guan Zhuoyu had cultivated was indeed formidable; Zhou Yun's mental anguish and shadows were even temporarily banished by the lustful thoughts coursing through his body.

If he were a martial artist with internal energy, he should have been circulating it to suppress the lustful energy within him, but where did Zhou Yun get his internal energy?

Therefore, Zhou Yun was completely outmaneuvered by Guan Zhuoyu.

"You...you...don't need to pour tea..." Zhou Yun's childish and crisp voice became hoarse: "I...I ask you...you said before that you would repay me with your life...was it true or false?"

Guan Zhuoyu looked at her master's small hand still pressing on her buttocks, and nodded shyly: "This servant has decided to serve you, master, like a slave for the rest of my life. What I said just now was from the bottom of my heart."

Zhou Yun kept panting, her face gradually turning red, but the last bit of her sanity was still resisting.

"I...what's wrong with me...why...why...suddenly I have this impulse..." Zhou Yun felt as if her eyes were not under her control, glancing at Guan Zhuoyu's snow-white, pert buttocks facing her.

"Yes...right...I...what I want is...is...is her..."

"But...why...why do I have this thought...I...I love...mother...and...Sister Yujun...and...sister..."

Zhou Yun struggled internally.

Although he was mischievous, he had never abused his family's power to molest women; this was also related to his age. Even the last time he took Bai Lushuang's virginity, it was at Li Yujun's instigation.

Seeing Zhou Yun still hesitating, Guan Zhuoyu thought to herself, "If I don't seize the opportunity now, when will I?"

So, she gently swayed her slender waist, grabbed Zhou Yun's wrist with one hand, stared at his still-childish face, and feigned surprise, saying, "Oh dear! Why is Master's face so red? Are you ill?"

As she spoke, Guan Zhuoyu quickly moved closer to Zhou Yun, her concern for her master a pretense, her true intention being to seduce him; she leaned in and pressed her delicate face against Zhou Yun's, cheek to cheek, looking very intimate.

"It really is a little hot!" Guan Zhuoyu deliberately exclaimed softly.

Zhou Yun and Guan Zhuoyu were pressed tightly together, their faces almost touching. Guan Zhuoyu's delicate fragrance suddenly wafted over, like a seductive enchantress, entering through their nostrils and penetrating their very being.

"Huff...huff...huff..." Zhou Yun gasped, his last shred of reason finally shattered by the lewd inner force within him.

Suddenly!

Zhou Yun placed his right hand on Guan Zhuoyu's breast, brazenly kneading it through her undergarment.

Guan Zhuoyu feigned shock, staring wide-eyed at Zhou Yun, her face flushed, and asked, "M-Master...you...you are..."

Though she asked the question, Guan Zhuoyu secretly unleashed her arousing skills. Zhou Yun pressed his hand on her breast, grabbing and kneading haphazardly through her undergarment, without any finesse.

Guan Zhuoyu's expression, however, was incredibly alluring. Her cherry lips were slightly parted, emitting low, delicate breaths, as if caused by her young master's sudden attack.

Her brows furrowed slightly, as if she were in pain, yet her bright eyes held a hint of desire as she gazed at Zhou Yun. Her beautiful hands suddenly grabbed Zhou Yun's right wrist, seemingly trying to stop him, but Guan Zhuoyu only made a pitiful expression without directly removing her hand.

This expression, both resistant and alluringly beautiful, aroused Zhou Yun's lustful desires.

"Guan Zhuoyu...you...didn't you say you would repay me with your whole life?" Zhou Yun's breath grew hot, his right hand still kneading Guan Zhuoyu's breasts as he asked.

As Zhou Yun's hands violated her breasts, Guan Zhuoyu deliberately let out a soft moan every now and then: "Ah... Master... Master... Don't... Don't touch my breasts... Eh... Ya... Uh-huh... I... I did say... I would... repay Master... Ahh... Stop pinching..."

A lewd smile, completely incongruous with his age, appeared on Zhou Yun's cute face: "That's good, now it's time for you to repay this young master with your body."

Upon hearing this, Guan Zhuoyu's face showed a look of horror: "Master, what did you say? This... This is absolutely impossible!"

Zhou Yun pushed her down onto the bed, supporting his weak body as he knelt on the bed, asking: "What's impossible! Do you want to go back on your word?"

Seeing Zhou Yun's appearance, as if his reason had been consumed by lust, Guan Zhuoyu laughed wildly inwardly, but on the surface, he pretended to value chastity above all else: "Master! If you want to have sex, I'll go to a brothel and call a few beautiful prostitutes, which will surely make Master happy! Please, Master, let me go!"

"I won't!" Zhou Yun said, walking to Guan Zhuoyu's side and reaching out his right hand to tear off her undergarment.

"No! No! Master!" Guan Zhuoyu cried out, begging Zhou Yun to spare her, and sobbed, "I am still a virgin. This virginity is meant for a good husband who can give me a good life. Please, Master, don't take away my virginity!"

Although Zhou Yun heard these words, he didn't take them to heart at all; driven by the lewd inner force within him, he gripped Guan Zhuoyu's undergarment tightly with his right hand and pulled it down hard!

There was a sound of fabric being torn, and Guan Zhuoyu's undergarment was ripped down to her abdomen, with a tear in it.

Now, a pair of round, full, and elastic breasts sprang out, their two bright red nipples like sweet dates, tempting one to bite them!

Guan Zhuoyu, like a virtuous young woman who had been violated, covered her white breasts and pleaded with Zhou Yun with tears in her eyes, "Master! I beg you! Don't take my body! As long as you let me go, I'll be your slave for the rest of my life, even if it means going through fire and water!"

Zhou Yun, consumed by lust, didn't need her to go through fire and water; he only needed her beautiful flesh to vent his desire!

Zhou Yun, his mind filled with nothing but lust, didn't answer. Instead, he opened his mouth and bit Guan Zhuoyu's tender breast, his tongue teasing the nipple wantonly; leaving a trail of saliva on her breast, he then brought his mouth to Guan Zhuoyu's lips.

Seeing Zhou Yun's attempt to force a kiss, Guan Zhuoyu gently pushed him away, crying out, "No! Master, please don't! I really can't give my chastity to you!"

Zhou Yun finally lost his temper, his youthful face filled with rage, and he hissed, "You lowly slave! You're nothing but a servant! Who gave you the audacity to disobey this young master!"

Although Zhou Yun was the son of the King of You, he rarely abused his power, but this time he broke his rule because of his burning lust.

Two streams of hot tears flowed from Guan Zhuoyu's face, making her look like a pitiful young woman about to be violated by a thug. She sobbed, "I was an orphan, but by the grace of Heaven, I was taken into King You's poisoned harpoon, thus avoiding starvation in the streets. Although King You treated me well, and I am grateful, who in this world doesn't want a bright future? My virginity is reserved for a suitable husband who can give me lifelong wealth and honor! If you, Master, take my body like this, wouldn't you be ruining my future?"

Zhou Yun, consumed by lust, paid no heed to this. He grabbed Guan Zhuoyu's leg, trying to pry it open, but it wouldn't budge.

Zhou Yun didn't consider that he was just a nine-year-old boy; how could he possibly be a match for an adult's strength? Moreover, his left hand was injured!

When they first deflowered Bai Lu Shuang, if Li Yujun hadn't been there, they probably wouldn't have been able to even separate her legs; moreover, Guan Zhuoyu was a martial artist, and unless Zhou Yun possessed a celestial being, he wouldn't have been able to part her legs.

Bursting with lust, yet unable to pry Guan Zhuoyu's legs open, Zhou Yun was truly suffering. His genitals throbbed with pain, feeling as if they were about to explode, and he longed to thrust into the woman's vulva and pump away for hundreds of rounds.

Guan Zhuoyu, carefully observing Zhou Yun's facial expression, guessed that the time was right and said, "M-Master... if you really want to possess my body... it's not entirely impossible... but..."

"Speak quickly!" Zhou Yun urged.

Guan Zhuoyu's eyes narrowed, as if she had made a great decision, and her voice trembled as she said, "If...if Master swears...to grant me wealth and honor...and when I succeed to the throne of You King...to marry me...I will obey Master...and from then on regard Master as my husband...and serve Master with all my might...with unwavering loyalty..."

Zhou Yun's expression froze, vaguely sensing something amiss, but under the influence of the lewd inner force within him, this hard-won rationality was dispelled by desire.

"Good! This young master swears! I will grant you, Guan Zhuoyu, wealth and honor! And marry you!" To satisfy his momentary lust and extinguish the maddening fire within him, Zhou Yun completely fell into Guan Zhuoyu's trap.

Guan Zhuoyu's ecstatic joy was beyond words; she instantly transformed from her previous pitiful appearance into a wanton and alluring demeanor.

"Master...you must remember these words..." Guan Zhuoyu chuckled sweetly, lying on the bed with her legs raised and spread apart, her hands gripping the hems of her underpants, pulling them down to her knees, revealing her pink labia and tightly closed vulva: "Good master, come and enjoy my body."

At this moment, Zhou Yun had completely lost his mind and could no longer hear anything.

With a low growl like a beast in heat, Zhou Yun pounced on Guan Zhuoyu, pulled out his penis, aimed the glans at her vulva, and without any foreplay, thrust it in directly.

"Ahhh!" Although Guan Zhuoyu was prepared, she still cried out in pain.

This time, it wasn't faked.

"I...I...I've preserved my virginity for so long...and just like that...I gave it to a little kid who hasn't even grown his first hair..." Guan Zhuoyu looked at Zhou Yun on top of her, and suddenly a thousand thoughts were in turmoil.

Wasn't this what she wanted? She had made the King of You's son fall in love with her, then used her beauty to gain wealth and status, becoming a person of high standing.

For this moment, she had spent so much effort, learning so many skills to serve men, all for this moment.

However, when Zhou Yun actually inserted his glans into her vagina, the instant her hymen tore open, Guan Zhuoyu felt a strange sensation.

"Is this... really worth it? Can he really give me what I want?" Guan Zhuoyu's thoughts were a jumbled mess, her bright eyes staring blankly at the ceiling of the bedchamber.

Then, another sharp pain struck.

It turned out that her hymen was too tight; after Zhou Yun's penis entered, only the glans was inside, the rest remaining outside, unable to penetrate any further.

Guan Zhuoyu frowned from the pain of her torn hymen; she looked at her young master Zhou Yun, who was lying on top of her, his eyes filled with nothing but lust.

She suddenly froze.

But in the blink of an eye, she regained her senses.

"Damn it!" Guan Zhuoyu cursed under her breath, raising her beautiful white legs and crossing them around Zhou Yun's waist, tightly binding his body.

"Since things have come to this point, I can only go all the way! Even if I get nothing, it's my own fault! I'll just have to swallow my pride!" Guan Zhuoyu hardened her heart, placed her hands on Zhou Yun's buttocks, and pressed down hard!

"Plop!" With a sound, Zhou Yun's body sank down, and his entire penis entered Guan Zhuoyu's virgin vagina.

"Hiss!" Guan Zhuoyu closed her eyes, gasping in pain.

After a while, she murmured to herself.

"Miscalculated..." Guan Zhuoyu opened her eyes, a bitter smile on her lips: "So young, but quite the endowment..."

As she spoke, Guan Zhuoyu actively twisted her buttocks, and the legs wrapped around Zhou Yun's back also exerted force, thrusting.

[The End]

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