Erotic City Secret

The first chapter of "The Erotic Tale of a City" tells the story of a newlywed's night.

After Di Yun was framed by the Wan family and imprisoned, and Qi Changfa disappeared without a trace, Qi Fang was forced to stay in the Wan household. A young woman, alone and helpless, with her childhood sweetheart suddenly turned into a lecherous scoundrel and having lost her father, the once lively and cheerful Qi Fang seemed like a different person, constantly sullen and unhappy. Wan Gui, who had long coveted Qi Fang, naturally wouldn't miss the opportunity, spending his days keeping her company and helping her pass the time. Eventually, Wan Gui's wish was granted, and she agreed to entrust her life to him. So the Wan family chose an auspicious day for their marriage.

At the wedding, the bride, unable to resist the repeated urging of the guests, both well-intentioned and ill-intentioned, drank several cups of "Daughter's Red" wine. Her cheeks flushed red, and her breathing became rapid. She was helped into the bridal chamber by her maid. Meanwhile, the groom, Wan Gui, was surrounded by guests, still drinking incessantly.

At this moment, a commotion arose outside the bridal chamber. Several drunken men, shouting and staggering, burst into the room. It turned out there was a local custom of "teasing the newlyweds." These men were none other than Lu Kun, the eldest of the eight disciples of the Wan family; Zhou Qi, the second; Bu Yuan, the fifth; Wu Kan, the sixth; Feng Tan, the seventh; and Shen Cheng, the eighth. Except for Sun Jun, the fourth disciple, who was usually quiet and reserved, all eight disciples (Wan Gui being the third) were present. Seeing two maids inside, Lu Kun's face darkened, and he said, "Aren't you going out?" The two had no choice but to leave. Thus, the large bridal chamber was left with only the bride and a few men.

Red candles burned brightly, illuminating the room as if it were daytime; the bride, her head covered with a veil, sat on the edge of the bed. Actually, Qi Fang was still dizzy and knew the men had ill intentions, but as the bride, she couldn't easily confront them, and having drunk too much, she was powerless to resist. She could only submit to their demands.

The men surrounded the bride, and several had already sat on the edge of the bed. Seeing the bride's exceptionally alluring figure, a result of her martial arts training, the crowd was overcome with lust. Although she was their master's daughter-in-law and Wan Gui was known for his domineering nature, these men were no pushovers either. Furthermore, the law didn't discriminate based on numbers, and the custom of teasing the bride in the bridal chamber was not something to be overly investigated. Therefore, everyone was emboldened by lust tonight. The eldest disciple, Lu Kun, being the most senior and experienced, was rightfully to take the lead. He took a deep breath and abruptly ripped off the bride's red veil. Perhaps because the veil had been covering her all day, a unique, rich, and intoxicating fragrance of virginity wafted out. The bride, blushing shyly, had a beautiful face as radiant as a peach blossom. Beneath her red dress, her full figure was curvaceous, her high breasts rising and falling, her breath sweet as orchids. The lustful men were mesmerized, only regaining their senses after a long while. Several of them found their lower bodies stirring, some already erect. Lu Kun was the first to make his move. He roughly grabbed the bride's full breasts, and because they were large and soft, his ten thick, dark fingers sank deep inside. "Good breasts, so good!" Lu Kun couldn't help but exclaim loudly. The people around him were itching to grab them, and they couldn't resist any longer. They swarmed forward, treating the bride like prey, pouncing on her like a bunch of slugs fighting over food. Bu Yuan opened his mouth wide and started biting and nibbling at the bride's face, leaving her face covered in foul-smelling saliva; Zhou Che stuffed his big bearded mouth into the bride's cherry-like mouth and delicate nose, making it hard for Qi Fang to breathe. He also stuffed a thick, large tongue into the bride's mouth, constantly swirling it around, and occasionally uttering incoherent words like "So fragrant!" and "Mmm, it's fucking fragrant!" Wu Kan grabbed one of Qi Fang's full breasts and wouldn't let go; Feng Tan hugged one of Qi Fang's smooth, white thighs and stroked it incessantly, then nuzzled her vulva under her red dress like a dog; the most pitiful was her junior brother Shen Cheng, who had nowhere to go and paced frantically in circles, finally placing his hands on Qi Fang's buttocks and kneading them like dough.

Qi Fang, subjected to such a barbaric attack, was already terrified. Although she had heard of the local custom of "teasing the newlyweds," she never imagined it would be so barbaric—what was the difference between this and rape? To protect her virginity, Qi Fang twisted and turned desperately, but the crowd was too many, all of them martial artists, and their skills were superior to Qi Fang's. Furthermore, Qi Fang had drunk too much, so it was all in vain. Instead, the beauty's struggles only aroused the lust of the lecherous men, making their actions even more savage and indecent, treating the bride as their object of sexual gratification and subjecting her to relentless violence. Lu Kun, the eldest brother, was a seasoned lover, skilled in matters of love and sex. However, he usually satisfied his lust by visiting brothels and seeking out prostitutes. Encountering a sexy stunner like Qi Fang, especially one who was also a virgin, was a rare treat, and he naturally wasn't about to let her go, his mouth practically watering. His two large hands rubbed against Qi Fang's clothes for a while, then suddenly he ripped open her collar and tore it open with a sharp "rip," revealing a pink bodice underneath. Her breasts, like two small watermelons, rose and fell beneath the bodice, seemingly about to burst forth. Lu Kun stared, his eyes glazed over, and he impatiently ripped the bodice off. Her two heavy, full breasts sprang out, almost hitting his nose, and at the same time, an alluring milky fragrance and a rich, intoxicating woman's scent wafted out, so thick and tangible it seemed impossible to dissipate. Lu Kun could no longer restrain himself. He hastily opened his blood-red mouth and took the bride's nipple in his mouth, sucking on it noisily. At the same time, his hands were not idle either. He grabbed the two virgin breasts in each hand and kneaded them violently. Every now and then, he pinched the two bright red, plump, peanut-sized, and cherry-like nipples with his thumb and forefinger and rubbed them hard. Under the stimulation of the man's fingers, the two nipples swelled to their maximum size, so red that they looked like they were about to bleed. Sometimes, the man even squeezed them into two thin slices of flesh. The two fleshy mounds were also subjected to a fierce attack, tightly gripped by two large, strong hands. His ten fingers dug deep into the snow-white flesh, and chunks of flesh peeked out from between his fingers. The dark fingers and white flesh formed a stark contrast, which was extremely obscene. Qi Fang watched as her breasts, which had never been touched or even seen by a man before, were being kneaded and flattened by a man who was almost a stranger. Tears of sorrow rolled down her cheeks and fell onto her breasts with a pattering sound. This only fueled Lu Kun's bestial instincts. He bit down hard on the tender, swollen virgin nipple with his yellow teeth, pulling it outwards and tearing it two inches! He ripped the small, watermelon-shaped breast into a cone shape, causing Qi Fang to scream in agony. (

Chapter Two: A Hellish Honeymoon,

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One) The next morning, Wan Gui slept until late morning. Qi Fang, however, hadn't slept all night, the nightmare of being gang-raped replaying in her mind. Thinking of how she had been protected by her father and senior brothers since childhood, and now alone, suffering this misfortune, her pure body so humiliated by several lecherous men, tears soaked her pillow.

When the dawn's tranquility was broken by the first birdsong, Qi Fang got up. After washing and dressing, she sat blankly in the bridal chamber, staring at Wan Gui, who slept like a log. "I'll be spending my whole life with this person from now on," she murmured to herself. She thought of Di Yun in prison, and of her childhood sweetheart with her senior brother, their hearts already intertwined. She had thought she had found her happy ending, that he, Di Yun, would be hers sooner or later. Although her senior brother was slow-witted, he was honest and kind. When they were tired from martial arts practice, Di Yun would hand her a towel to wipe her sweat, but he never dared to wipe it himself, only gazing at her from afar with a silly smile. Back then, she really wanted to lean her head on his shoulder. Sometimes she would be a little fierce with her senior brother, a little coquettish, a little angry, and he would always accept it obediently, never daring to disobey, always trying his best to please his little junior sister. And in this playful banter, this capriciousness and submissiveness, there was no shortage of tenderness and affection, only that the silly Di Yun still couldn't understand Qi Fang's heart.

Looking at Wan Gui on the bed, she felt even more uneasy. Although Wan Gui had been very kind to her these past few days, she still felt like he was a stranger. If it weren't for her being helpless and needing to inquire about her father's whereabouts... Sigh, in truth, her heart still only belonged to her eldest brother. Thinking of this, she couldn't help but sigh deeply, feeling heartbroken. Unable to sit still in the room any longer, she got up, pushed open the door, and went outside.

Stepping outside, she saw blue skies and white clouds, the sky clear and bright, and her gloom lessened somewhat. Walking along the corridor, she saw carved beams and painted rafters, numerous buildings all around, all with green bricks and red tiles, nestled among clusters of flower bushes, the red and green colors creating a beautiful scene. From time to time, she saw artificial hills, fountains, and other scenic features, all perfectly placed, clearly the result of careful maintenance. What a magnificent mansion! No wonder it belonged to one of the most prominent families in Jingzhou; it certainly had an imposing presence.

The winding corridor led to a small garden, where Qi Fang sat down to rest on a bluestone slab. This was a place Qi Fang frequented recently, as it was far from the main living quarters and relatively quiet. Since the sudden misfortune that befell her family, Qi Fang's temperament had become somewhat melancholic, unlike the lively, carefree, and easily capricious young girl she once was. She suddenly became quiet.

After sitting down, she thought, if she hadn't been forced to drink several bowls of broth yesterday, she wouldn't have been defiled by that wicked man. Now that a terrible mistake had been made, who could she blame? She could only blame her own misfortune.

As she pondered these thoughts, filled with regret, she suddenly heard someone cough from behind the artificial hill, breaking the surrounding tranquility. Qi Fang quickly asked, "Who is it?" An aged male voice replied, "It's me." As he answered, he walked out from behind the artificial hill; it was none other than Qi Fang's father-in-law, Wan Zhenshan.

Wan Zhenshan, the head of the Wan family, the most prestigious martial arts clan in Jingzhou, was about sixty years old. He was a robust and imposing figure, slightly balding, with a ruddy complexion that made him appear exceptionally energetic. "Fang'er, you're up so early. Why don't you spend more time with Gui'er? A moment of bliss on the wedding night is worth a thousand pieces of gold." Unexpectedly, the usually dignified and proper head of the clan, Wan Zhenshan, had become a completely different person today, speaking so rudely. Qi Fang was puzzled when Wan Zhenshan sat down next to her and asked, "How was last night? How was Gui'er treating you?" Qi Fang replied, "Father, what do you mean by that?" Wan Zhenshan smiled insincerely and said, "Nothing much. A wedding night is one of the greatest joys of the night… It's just that my Gui'er has become too fond of women these past few years, and his body has been worn down by love. Has he neglected you?" With that, he reached out his large, hairy hand to pull Qi Fang's arm. Qi Fang hurriedly stood up and said, "Father, what's wrong with you today? You're saying all sorts of nonsense, it's so embarrassing. You're not usually like this." Wan Zhenshan smiled broadly, his eyes gleaming with lewdness, and said, "Before, Miss Qi was a guest, of course I had to respect her... Now that you and Gui'er are married, and you've slept together, we're all family now. Can't a father touch his son's things? Bah, ridiculous! What a joke! Come, Fang'er, let's get intimate..." He then reached out to pull Qi Fang.

Qi Fang jumped back as if stung by a scorpion, staring at Wan Zhenshan's shameless old face, her eyes seemingly spitting fire. She never expected that the usually dignified Wan Zhenshan was such a shameless lecher, utterly disrespectful to his elders, trying to take advantage of his daughter-in-law. She knew she had entered the tiger's den, her mind racing, trying to figure out how to escape.

Seeing Qi Fang's angry expression, Wan Zhenshan became even more interested. He leaned closer and said, "A beauty is most beautiful when she's angry. Fang'er is truly stunning, the more I look at her, the more beautiful she becomes. Gui'er, I really don't know what good fortune you accumulated in your past life. Haha." He then sniffed and said, "Mmm, so fragrant. Young girls are different. This scent is truly intoxicating." With that, he pounced on Qi Fang with his large body. Qi Fang couldn't dodge in time and was tightly embraced by the old lecher.

Qi Fang was both angry and anxious, and cried out, "Father, don't do this! If you keep doing this, I'll scream for help!" Wan Zhenshan leered, "Screaming won't do any good, no one can hear you here." Qi Fang was furious and punched him with all her might, but the blows hit Wan Zhenshan's body without any force, as if he were someone who didn't know martial arts. Qi Fang was startled and hurriedly tried to circulate her inner energy, but she felt empty in her lower abdomen and couldn't muster any inner energy. Had she been tricked? Qi Fang's mind was blank.

Seeing Qi Fang's bewildered expression, Wan Zhenshan chuckled smugly, "Don't worry, little beauty, you can't use your martial arts right now." "What have you done to me?" Qi Fang felt a sudden dizziness. "Remember the cup of wine your father toasted you alone last night? That was specially prepared for you by your father-in-law." Qi Fang suddenly realized that this old lecher had planned this all along! She felt even more indignant.

It turned out that Wan Zhenshan had sprinkled "muscle-relaxing and bone-softening powder" into the wine, which could cause a person to lose all their martial arts skills within ten days.

Seeing Qi Fang's dazed look, Wan Zhenshan began to grope her without restraint. First, he used his large, calloused hands to grab Qi Fang's breasts through her clothes, one on each side. Qi Fang came to her senses and hurriedly tried to break free, but Wan Zhenshan's hands were like iron clamps, making her unable to move. She could only watch helplessly as Wan Zhenshan pulled open her clothes, revealing a light red bodice with a mandarin duck pattern underneath. Two mounds of flesh rose and fell beneath the thin layer of clothing with Qi Fang's heavy breathing, a deep cleavage slightly visible between them. The fragrance of Qi Fang's breath mingled with the milky scent emanating from her cleavage. Wan Zhenshan's lustful eyes peered down from above the deep crevice of her breasts, seeing that the two peaks were tightly pressed together, making it difficult to even insert a finger. "Let's see just how tight it is," he thought, and forcefully inserted a rough index finger from above the cleavage. The slippery flesh on either side of the cleavage was forced apart, jiggling slightly like jelly, until the entire finger was submerged, completely hidden by the flesh. Wan Zhenshan tried moving it in and out a few times, finding it very tight and feeling quite satisfied. He then grabbed both breasts tightly through the bodice and began to move them in a circular motion around the cleavage. Throughout the process, Qi Fang struggled desperately, but couldn't move an inch. This only intensified the old lecher's pleasure.

Wan Zhenshan was a lecherous old man, well-versed in the ways of pleasure. He didn't go straight to the point, but instead groped Qi Fang's bodice for a while before suddenly tearing it off. Two full, firm breasts, like white doves, suddenly sprang out against Qi Fang's will, catching her off guard. Qi Fang was both angry and ashamed, turning her head away. Her two large breasts were steaming hot, like freshly steamed buns, too big to be fully grasped in one hand. Wan Zhenshan's fingers dug deep into the smooth, soft flesh. Due to years of training, Qi Fang's breasts were extremely elastic, plump like two inflated balloons, almost bouncing back his fingers. In the morning breeze, her beautiful breasts swayed in the old lecher's large hands, emitting a lewd fragrance, the tender skin sliding around as if trying to escape the clutches of the lecher. All of this only fueled Wan Zhenshan's lust.

He kneaded Qi Fang's breasts until they were red and swollen, a third larger than usual, resembling two fleshy peaks rising angrily into the clouds. Wan Zhenshan opened his foul mouth and bit down hard on Qi Fang's left nipple with his black, filthy teeth, pulling it outwards with all his might, stretching the nipple long and turning the breast into a spindle shape; then suddenly he released his grip, causing the nipple to snap back with a "snap," startling the breast to bounce up and down incessantly.

At the same time, Wan Zhenshan's thick tongue lingered repeatedly on the two sacred snow-capped mountains, leaving a pool of salty, sticky saliva that emitted a strong, foul, and fishy odor, making one want to vomit. The stench almost made Qi Fang faint.

While biting down on Qi Fang's left nipple, Wan Zhenshan used both hands to pinch her right breast (her breasts were so large that it took two hands to fully encircle them), forcefully pulling his thumbs together. The flesh above his hands immediately gushed upwards like a white fountain, swelling even larger than before, swaying like waves. Not satisfied, Wan Zhenshan increased the pressure with his iron-like hands, squeezing Qi Fang's right breast like milking a cow. The snow-white, pink breast grew redder and deeper with each pinch, until it formed a blood-red gourd, as if blood would spurt out. But the lecherous old man showed no mercy, opening his mouth to suckle the engorged nipple relentlessly, seemingly determined to extract milk. Poor Qi Fang endured both physical and mental humiliation, wishing she could die immediately.

But the real show was just beginning. Having had his fill of playing with Qi Fang's two plump, luscious breasts, Wan Zhenshan immediately shifted his attention to her alluring vulva. To prevent Qi Fang from resisting, he twisted her arms behind her back, dislocating both her elbows. The poor beauty cried out in pain, her face turning pale, tears streaming down her cheeks. The old lecher didn't care about anything else. His large hands slid along Qi Fang's breasts, across her smooth abdomen, and touched her high, protruding mounds of flesh. He bent down and used his mouth to feel the softness and elasticity of his daughter-in-law's mons pubis, inhaling the feminine fragrance emanating from her mysterious lower body. After only a few sniffs, his lower body was already throbbing and erect. He secretly praised, "Truly a charming treasure," while pulling down his trousers, dragging down Qi Fang's panties, and forcefully forcing his thick, hot penis, like a burning stick, open her two dewy, fragrant labia, reaching straight to her clitoris. Although Wan Zhenshan was old, he was still vigorous. His large penis thrust left and right in Qi Fang's tender orifice, rubbing against her delicate vaginal walls until they bled, staining the grass beneath her. The old thief saw this and took it as the loss of Qi Fang's virginity, becoming even more smug. He thrust wildly, squeezing Qi Fang's breasts almost to bursting them.

After half an hour of thrusting from the front, the old thief's back began to ache. He lifted Qi Fang up, ordered her to place her hands on the stone bench, and then penetrated her vagina from behind. This penetration seemed even deeper than from below. The old thief became ruthless, each thrust hitting the flesh, each stroke piercing the core. His dark, hard penis left Qi Fang dazed, her juices splashing everywhere, her long hair whipping around, and she uncontrollably uttering moans, whether from pleasure or pain, it was hard to tell. Two large, white breasts swayed beneath her like water balloons, their movements in rhythm with the "plop plop" sounds of the penetration. The old lecher's lust intensified at the sight. He reached forward and grabbed one breast, caressing it at will, finding it incredibly sensual. Not content with just kneading, he pulled downwards, stretching the two beautiful breasts into long, thin gourds. Qi Fang screamed in pain, her face pale with agony; after all, breasts are made of flesh. The old lecher, disregarding Qi Fang's life, gripped the breasts tightly, using the leverage to thrust wildly into his daughter-in-law's tender orifice. Semen and blood splattered everywhere as his penis opened and closed with loud "bang bang" sounds, accompanied by Qi Fang's cries of agony and tears streaming down her face. Gradually, even her cries of pain faded; she felt as if her body was being torn apart, a living hell.

All around, birds sang and flowers bloomed, willow branches swayed like silk, a beautiful and pleasant scene. On the stone bench, a live sex show, or rather, a human tragedy, was unfolding.

After about the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, under the relentless thrusting of his penis, Qi Fang's vagina was overflowing with spring water. The old thief's penis felt warm and spring-like inside his wife's vagina, like soaking in a hot spring, so comfortable it felt like his limbs were melting. Just as he was enjoying himself immensely, he suddenly felt a tightening sensation, his glans throbbing and swelling, ejaculating thick semen, all of it hitting the depths of Qi Fang's flower.

Qi Fang sobbed softly. The old lecherous thief contentedly withdrew his dark penis, covered in red and white semen and blood, glistening in the sunlight, seemingly from being soaked for so long in Qi Fang's youthful, protein-rich honey.

Wan Zhenshan let out lewd laughter, his entire body trembling with pleasure. In his triumph, he swung his fan-sized hand down hard, a sharp crack echoing as it slapped Qi Fang's full, snowy buttocks. Her skin bounced like a startled rabbit, instantly turning a large patch of crimson.

"My good wife, you're mine now. Obey your father, and I'll guarantee you endless riches. Hahaha..."

With that, he strode away, leaving the naked beauty, like a lamb, on the stone bench. Qi Fang's vulva, like a small mouth, was still slightly opening and closing, leaking a large pool of red and white fluid, staining the bench. The scent of her vaginal fluid mingled with the smell of the garden grass, carrying a strange fragrance... After

a long while, Qi Fang stopped crying, silently dressed, and slowly left, unaware of where she was, as if in a nightmare.

The second chapter

describes how Qi Fang was raped by her father-in-law the day after her wedding. She never imagined such a misfortune would befall her. Ashamed to tell Wan Gui, she silently endured the bitterness of her situation. Her only hopes were that Wan Gui would treat her better and that her senior brother would be released from prison soon. For some reason, she still couldn't let go of Di Yun.

She couldn't imagine how her usually honest and kind senior brother could become a "lecher" overnight.

She couldn't accept this "fact," even though reason told her she had to.

Initially, Wan Gui treated Qi Fang relatively well. However, as time went on, the philandering Wan Gui lost interest in her, neglecting the beautiful woman at home while he continued his philandering. This gave the shameless old scoundrel Wan Zhenshan an opportunity. He harassed Qi Fang every few days, using his wife as a tool for sexual gratification.

However, Qi Fang's nightmare was far from over.

That evening, Qi Fang was taking a bath in her room.

A large wooden tub, nearly half a person's height, sat in the middle of the room. Qi Fang sat in the tub, only her fair, jade-like shoulders exposed. The tub was filled with hot water, with rose petals floating on the surface. The fragrance of the roses mingled with the scent of her beautiful body, filling the entire room.

Qi Fang gently stroked her arms, continuously sprinkling water on herself, carefully washing.

She seemed to want to wash away all the humiliation of the past few days.

Touching her snow-white chest, she let out a long sigh.

She felt she had married Wan Zhenshan, that old lecher, rather than Wan Gui.

In terms of interest in her, Wan Gui was far inferior to Wan Zhenshan.

Wan Gui's interest in women was fleeting. Once the novelty wore off, he lost all interest.

Even when he was intimate with his wife, it was always a hasty affair, leaving the aroused Qi Fang neglected.

However, this shameless, immoral, and incestuous Wan Zhenshan, upon seeing Qi Fang, was consumed by lust, as if he wanted to devour her. Whenever he had the chance, he would hold Qi Fang in his arms, biting and nibbling at her. Sometimes, even in broad daylight, he would pull down her underwear and have his way with her, making Qi Fang climax two or three times each time, leaving the delicate beauty sore all over and wet with desire.

Qi Fang, lost in thought and self-pity, was unaware that the window had been broken open, and two lecherous men were peeping at the beauty bathing. One of them was thin and sallow-faced, with a pointed mouth and monkey-like cheeks, and a few long hairs growing from a black mole on his left cheek, looking indescribably lewd—this was Wu Kan, Wan Zhenshan's sixth disciple. The other was rather dark-skinned and fat, with a full beard, small eyes, and a flat nose, quite ugly—this was Feng Tan, Wan Zhenshan's seventh disciple.

Since their first encounter with Qi Fang on their wedding night, the two men felt they had never tasted such a unique flavor in their lives and always wanted to steal another kiss. Every time they saw Qi Fang's slender and alluring figure, they would lose their appetite and be consumed by lust. Seeing that Wan Gui had gone to another province on business, it was the perfect opportunity to make their move. Today, the two of them finally met.

Qi Fang, oblivious to this, was lost in thought as she washed herself. She sat in the tub for a while, and her back began to ache, so she stood up. Qi Fang was of medium height, with a slender figure, perfectly proportioned, thin in all the right places, and not thin in any other way. Her snow-white skin was slightly flushed from the hot water, which, combined with her long, black hair, made her even more radiant, like a peach blossom, breathtakingly beautiful. An oval face, willow-leaf eyebrows, and eyes like pools of autumn water, brimming with tender affection; a delicate, straight nose, and thin, pomegranate-red lips, like budding flowers, their fragrance wafting even before they open; a fair, white neck, elegant and graceful like a swan, tempting one to take a bite; slender, delicate shoulders, charming and alluring, below which rise two towering peaks, like frost and snow piled high, trembling slightly, each peak topped with a plump, juicy red cherry, just like the "freshly peeled chicken head" in Tang Dynasty poetry, utterly alluring. Below the abdomen, the lines taper sharply inward, reaching a slender waist that cannot be encircled by a single hand. A round navel in the center is also quite adorable.

The two men's lustful eyes lingered on the small, cute navel for a moment, then looked down at the beauty's lower body: two long, slender thighs without an ounce of excess fat, reflecting the glow of healthy skin under the light; a full pelvis, clearly indicating a future of many children; the dark, shiny hair in the middle of the pelvis was completely wet, obediently parted on both sides, slightly revealing the watery red fleshy cleft.

Qi Fang, still childless and possessing a naturally endowed "fairy cave," was already an unparalleled beauty to be admired and enjoyed by men. Even after being violated a thousand times, her alluring orifice remained as beautiful as ever, especially since she hadn't been violated much since entering the Wan household.

Qi Fang used a wooden ladle to scoop water from the bucket and poured it over her head with a "whoosh," then flicked her head, splashing water everywhere—a movements of exquisite grace.

Her two breasts swayed and rippled, creating a breathtakingly alluring sight.

The two men stared, their mouths watering, their lower bodies stirring with desire.

Wu Kan gave Feng Tan a wink, and Feng Tan understood. He pulled a small bamboo tube from his person and gently blew air into the small hole in the window, his face showing eager anticipation.

A wisp of white smoke drifted into the room. This was "Soul-Stealing and Bone-Melting Powder," which Wu Kan had bought from a shady charlatan. It was non-toxic, but could render a person's limbs immobile for three hours, while preserving their other senses.

Soon, Qi Fang, inside the tub, felt lightheaded, her vision blurring.

In her hazy consciousness, Qi Fang felt she was back in her familiar home in the countryside of Yuanling, Hunan.

Strings of red chili peppers hung under the eaves, and Qi Fang's face was flushed.

Her senior brother and she were practicing martial arts. She used a move called "Ten Thousand Wells, Man and Pig Annihilation," slashing her longsword from right to left and downwards. Her senior brother suddenly leaped up, dodging the attack, and countered with "Man Appears, Sunflower Falls," holding the longsword in his mouth and striking her temples with both palms from above.

Qi Fang paled, dropped the sword, and fell backwards. Di Qu, however, ducked even faster, catching her safely from behind.

Qi Fang let out a long breath, about to berate her senior brother for his merciless treatment and humiliating defeat, when Di Yun pressed his hands against her chest.

Her precious breasts were covered by the man's hands, making Qi Fang blush crimson with shame. She was utterly at a loss.

Her senior brother began to grope her breasts roughly, his fingers squeezing them hard as if he wanted to burst them.

Qi Fang was overwhelmed with shyness, her eyes filled with desire, her breathing rapid.

Di Yun roughly kneaded his junior sister's large breasts, suddenly pinching her tender nipples hard.

Qi Fang cried out in pain.

"Senior brother, you..."

Even in her unconscious state, Qi Fang cried out in pain, tears streaming down her face, before slowly regaining consciousness.

Her beautiful eyes slowly opened. She found two more people in the tub.

Although her mind was still hazy, and her vision was blurred, Qi Fang could still recognize that the person in front of her was definitely not her senior brother. Who was it? Qi Fang struggled, desperately trying to remember.

The狰狞 (zhengning, meaning ferocious or hideous) faces from their wedding night suddenly flashed into Qi Fang's mind.

She was both angry and anxious, yet found herself completely unable to move. Her limbs felt like lead, or as if she were floating on clouds, limp as a puddle of mud.

In Qi Fang's dream, her "senior brother," Wu Kan, narrowed his triangular eyes, revealing a lewd glint:

"Sister-in-law, I've missed you terribly these past few days." With that, he embraced the sexy beauty from behind, his lean but large-knuckled hands tightly grasping her high, firm breasts, feeling their excellent elasticity. Sometimes he would squeeze the two mounds of flesh inward, forming a cleavage; sometimes he would make circular motions around the nipples; sometimes he would pull his hands back, pressing her breasts into two large, round mounds.

The fullness and elasticity of the mounds of flesh made Wu Kan unable to let go. It was as if his hands were firmly glued to those two mounds of flesh.

At this moment, something hard pressed against Qi Fang's full buttocks, sinking slightly into the crevice of her buttocks.

Wu Kan's foul mouth rubbed against Qi Fang's face, his stiff beard pricking her painfully. Waves of stench sprayed onto Qi Fang's face, making her want to vomit.

Qi Fang struggled, her hair disheveled, her expression sorrowful and pitiful. She opened her mouth to scream, but her mouth was already stuffed with her underpants.

Leaning forward, trying to escape Wu Kan's wicked hands, she instead left her breasts in the hands of another lecherous thief.

Feng Tan's hands had unceremoniously grasped the beauty's breasts, and he opened his mouth to take half a breast into his mouth.

Qi Fang's fragrant breasts, like melt-in-your-mouth desserts, slid in Feng Tan's foul mouth.

Feng Tan couldn't help but close his eyes and savor the sweet, soft milky taste.

Although no milk flowed out, it tasted even more fragrant and delicious, whetting Feng Tan's appetite and causing him to salivate constantly.

His other hand wasn't idle either, pinching Qi Fang's other nipple and constantly tugging at her other large breast.

Four hands and two mouths treated these two beautiful breasts as a sumptuous feast, devouring them with great relish.

At this moment, Qi Fang couldn't help but hate herself for being so voluptuous.

Under the two men's brutal ravaging, Qi Fang's two beautiful breasts were covered with streaks of bloody finger marks, which, against the backdrop of her snow-white skin, appeared tragically beautiful.

The lecherous thief Feng Tan, having had his fill of these large breasts, directly inserted his already erect penis into Qi Fang's lower body and began thrusting in and out of the water, making loud "thump thump thump" sounds and splashing water everywhere.

Because it was in the water, the penetration was very tight and accelerated the secretion of the woman's lustful fluids. Before long, Qi Fang's lower body had become a veritable "waterway." A few strands of lustful fluid, a pale white, gushed from Qi Fang's vaginal opening.

The lustful fluid increased, seemingly making the water in the bucket somewhat murky.

Wu Kan, however, continued to tirelessly manipulate Qi Fang's breasts. He forcefully pulled her

nipples upwards, causing them to lengthen and her breasts to become oval.

Qi Fang cried out in pain, tears streaming down her face.

He continued to play with her breasts, his hands savoring the sensation.

Wu Kan's erect penis had already transformed into a straight, hard rod, which he inserted directly into Qi Fang's plump, white buttocks. More precisely, into her buttock cleft.

Because both of them were naked, the stimulation of flesh against flesh caused them to secrete a lot of fluids.

Qi Fang's buttock cleft became as smooth and slippery as if coated with oil.

Using the force of her breasts, Wu Kan thrust his penis in and out of her buttock cleft, finding it quite enjoyable.

The constant friction of his penis against the folds of flesh in her buttock cleft and the squeezing grip of her soft yet elastic buttocks made it harder and hotter.

Under this strange stimulation, even an old lecher like Wu Kan couldn't help but groan softly.

His hard penis, inserted into Qi Fang's buttocks, seemed to lift her up.

Qi Fang's body rhythmically rose and fell with Wu Kan's thrusts.

Although Qi Fang felt extremely humiliated, she couldn't control the waves of pleasure emanating from her lower body.

The thick, powerful penis slid in her buttocks for the time it takes to smoke a pipe before Wu Kan leaned back slightly, straightened his penis, and thrust it into Qi Fang's anus.

Until now, Qi Fang's anus had never been touched by anyone.

Caught off guard by the sudden intrusion, Qi Fang let out a scream.

Her anus was too tight; Wu Kan's penis only penetrated halfway to the glans.

Her sphincter contracted desperately, the tender flesh gripping the glans from all sides, making Wu Kan feel waves of tightness.

He showed no mercy, gathering his strength, arching his back, and thrusting in again.

The fleshy spear parted the layers of flesh walls and penetrated deep into Qi Fang's rectum.

The two fleshy spears responded from the front and back, forming a pincer attack.

Although it was still tight, Wu Kan began thrusting relentlessly.

Like an ox plowing a field, he vigorously cultivated Qi Fang's anal canal, the tight grip of her flesh providing indescribable pleasure.

Qi Fang, however, felt as if her anus was being torn apart; all her muscles tensed, and she broke out in a cold sweat from the pain.

Under the torture of the fleshy spear, Qi Fang's rectal wall was chafed, and blood flowed out, staining the bucket of water bright red.

Upon seeing the blood, Wu Kan's bestial nature was aroused, and he swung his two massive, fan-like hands, striking her buttocks.

A series of crisp "slap, slap, slap" sounds rang out, and instantly the two buttocks turned blood red.

Qi Fang fainted from the pain.

When Qi Fang awoke again, the two fleshy spears were still thrusting into her lower body, one in front and one behind,

as if trying to pierce her through.

Even the two lecherous thieves could feel each other's penises only an inch away.

Qi Fang involuntarily closed her eyes tightly; she couldn't bear to see her body being ravaged—it would drive her mad.

She didn't know when this nightmare would end.

The battle in the water lasted for an hour, and neither of them seemed to be about to ejaculate.

Wu Kan said, "Junior brother, is sister-in-law almost done washing?"

Feng Tan understood. The two of them, one hand supporting Qi Fang under her armpits, the other bracing themselves on the edge of the tub, pushed off with their feet, lifting Qi Fang out of the tub.

They continued their lewd play on the floor.

This time, Wu Kan inserted his penis into her vagina, while Feng Tan inserted his penis into Qi Fang's mouth.

The filthy, smelly penis filled Qi Fang's mouth completely, reaching deep into her throat.

Qi Fang could feel the penis growing thicker, almost too much for her to contain.

With each thrust, Feng Tan's testicles slapped against Qi Fang's lips.

This villain probably hadn't bathed in half a month; a constant stench emanated from him.

His long, thick, curly pubic hair pricked Qi Fang's face painfully.

Some of the hairs occasionally pricked Qi Fang's nostrils, causing unbearable itching.

Feng Tan slowed his thrusting, pressing his scrotums tightly against Qi Fang's face.

The young woman's rosy, delicate face was pressed against the man's two large, hairy, smelly mounds of flesh, creating a stark contrast.

Feng Tan's testicles roamed over Qi Fang's face, slowly gliding over her cherry lips, delicate nose, and beautiful eyes.

Wherever they touched, they left a strong, fishy stench.

Feng Tan, however, was enjoying it with his eyes closed, feeling extremely comfortable. It

was not only a physical stimulation but also a sexual satisfaction.

Below, Wu Kan's penis continued to pound relentlessly, each thrust causing Qi Fang's labia to fold in and out.

The woman's vaginal fluids were continuously squeezed out of her vagina by the penis, flowing down her thighs to the floor.

Feng Tan's lust grew stronger and stronger, and he even used his hand to pry open Qi Fang's eyelids, stabbing his large glans into her eyeballs.

Qi Fang was on the verge of tears.

Eyes, so fragile, were now used by lecherous thieves for their own pleasure.

The glans rubbed against the beautiful woman's soft eyeballs, each movement causing Qi Fang excruciating pain.

The lustful fluid secreted by the glans blurred Qi Fang's vision. Bored out

of his mind, Feng Tan forced his penis into Qi Fang's vagina.

One penis already filled her, now two were inserted.

Qi Fang felt she was going mad.

The two penises thrust up and down, another fierce assault.

Finally, both ejaculated almost simultaneously.

(End of Chapter Two, Section Two)

Section Three

: The seven disciples of the Wanmen Sect were all shameless lechers, but their tastes differed.

The eldest disciple, Lu Kun, preferred virgins and young girls; in his words, he liked "tender goods."

Therefore, he was the first to seduce Qi Fang on her wedding night.

The second disciple, Zhou Che, preferred to use his tongue, possessing superb tongue skills.

The third disciple, Wan Gui, liked to frequent brothels.

The fourth disciple was Sun Jun; his preferences would be revealed later.

The fifth brother, Wu Kan, liked to play with breasts.

The sixth brother, Feng Tan, liked to massage every part of a woman's body with his penis.

The junior brother, Shen Cheng, liked to steal women's clothes, especially underwear; in today's terms, he was a "fetishist."

Zhou Che greedily licked Qi Fang's fragrant tongue, waves of rich, sweet fleshy flavor constantly emanating from the tip of his tongue. It

was truly like drinking nectar, making him feel cool all over.

After about the time it takes to eat a meal, Zhou Che's tongue reluctantly left Qi Fang's mouth.

The fragrance of that healthy, mature young woman's lip rouge remained forever in the lecher's mind.

Zhou Che's tongue roamed over Qi Fang's pink face.

Her pretty face was delicate and smooth, cool and very comfortable.

It was like a piece of beautiful jade.

As the man's fat tongue moved, Qi Fang's body trembled slightly.

She kept exhaling hot and fragrant breath.

Because that tongue made her feel itchy and tingly, even somewhat pleasurable.

The tongue stopped at her nostrils; the woman's delicate nose was small and lovely.

The tongue probed into her nostrils; it was clean, not only without a trace of unpleasant odor, but also with a faint fragrance.

The beauty's breath was as sweet as orchids; even her nostrils must smell sweet.

The warm tip of the tongue burrowed into her nostrils,

making Qi Fang unbearably itchy, her body writhing. Zhou Che's hands pressed down on her large breasts, immobilizing her.

The tongue then climbed onto Qi Fang's eyelids, licking her eyebrows and eyelashes.

Qi Fang's eyelashes were so long.

The man's tongue carefully combed through Qi Fang's eyelashes.

Her eyelashes were completely wet; how could he comb them properly?

Qi Fang helplessly closed her eyes. She thought men were all strange and disgusting things, that they would be interested in her eyes.

The foul-smelling saliva continued to leak into Qi Fang's eyes.

The tip of the tongue persistently swept into the corner of Qi Fang's eye, trying to force its way in.

Qi Fang's eyes remained tightly closed.

Finally, he gave up on the beauty's eyes. The tongue traveled down, across her jaw and neck, stopping at Qi Fang's breasts.

Her breasts stood like twin peaks, with a narrow valley between them.

His tongue began at the edge of her left breast, tracing circles along its base.

Qi Fang's breasts were round and full, firm.

Because of her flat stomach, her breasts resembled two mountain peaks rising from the ground—

truly deserving of the names "Nipple Mountains" or "Double Breast Mountains."

Zhou Che's tongue moved in circles, his head following suit.

Because Qi Fang's breasts were large, the movements of his tongue around her "breast kingdom" were quite extensive.

But Zhou Che patiently licked them.

They were indeed a tempting treat, making his mouth water.

While indulging in oral pleasure, he grasped her right breast with his hand.

One hand couldn't fully grasp it, yet he could fully feel its fullness and elasticity.

Zhou Che increased the pressure. Qi Fang's brows furrowed tightly, her teeth clenched.

Zhou Che's tongue slowly climbed upwards from the base of her breast,

not in a straight line, but in a circular motion.

Zhou Che was always patient when it came to licking a woman's body.

He licked with relish, as if eating a large, delicious cake.

The cake seemed to melt from his licking.

Finally, he reached the summit.

At the top was a ruby.

He immediately took this fleshy gem into his mouth, as if afraid it would slip away.

His mouth held the base of the gem, where there was a large pink pedestal,

like a velvet cushion beneath the ruby,

with small bumps on it.

Although his lower body was already "throbbing with desire," Zhou Che still wanted to savor the pleasure of the teasing before intercourse.

Generally speaking, men rely on their eyes to fully experience sexual stimulation.

But at this moment, in the pitch-black night, perhaps only the touch of the mouth and hands could truly arouse a man's lust.

Zhou Che had Qi Fang's nipple in his mouth, feeling the small bumps on the areola with the inside of his lips.

The bumps increased friction and enhanced the texture.

Qi Fang's areola was large, slightly protruding from the surrounding breast flesh.

Zhou Che slowly explored the delicate folds on the areola with his tongue.

He closed his lips and sucked on the nipple, making a "hissing" sound, like a baby nursing.

Qi Fang closed her eyes tightly, feeling extremely ashamed and angry.

Zhou Che grabbed her left breast with both hands and squeezed it upwards from the middle.

With Zhou Che's strength, he could easily crush the thick iron ring on a door.

It was extremely cruel to do this to Qi Fang's breasts.

Qi Fang felt like her breasts were about to burst from his grip.

The areola and nipple, especially the center of the breast, protruded noticeably.

Every capillary was swollen to an extreme degree.

The entire breast had completely transformed into a blood-red gourd of flesh.

Zhou Che's tongue continued to lick Qi Fang's nipple.

Qi Fang felt her breasts become burning hot, as if on fire.

This was due to the extensive rupture of capillaries on the surface of her breasts.

The man's tongue, however, inexplicably excited her.

Qi Fang's genitals began to secrete vaginal fluid.

A lewd atmosphere began to fill the air.

When Qi Fang felt that her left breast no longer belonged to her, Zhou Che stopped torturing it.

He then began to do the same to her right breast.

Finally, the two towering breasts became two red lanterns hanging high on her chest.

Zhou Che played with Qi Fang's beautiful breasts for nearly an hour before reluctantly leaving this pair of lively treasures.

The poor pair of beautiful breasts became wet and sticky, emitting a fishy smell of saliva.

Qi Fang sobbed, tears streaming down her face, some flowing down her chin and into her cleavage.

It was past midnight. A sky full of stars shone brightly in the deep blue night sky. All around was quiet, except for the distant sound of the night watchman's gong, which came through the street with remarkable clarity.

A cool breeze rustled the nearby grass and trees.

Such a beautiful night, such a lovely woman, yet she was being mercilessly toyed with by a lecherous thief—a cruel twist of fate.

Under the dim starlight, Zhou Che pulled out his ugly, large penis.

The glans throbbed and twitched, still excited. The penis was short and thick, with visible blue veins. The egg-sized glans swaggered arrogantly, like a beast ready to devour its prey.

Zhou Che removed Qi Fang's night clothes and aimed his large penis at her vagina, thrusting it in to its full length.

The sudden intrusion caused Qi Fang excruciating pain, her eyes widening and cold sweat pouring down her back.

Because of the previous fondling of her breasts, Qi Fang's lower body was already wet and slippery.

The man's penis moved back and forth in Qi Fang's vagina like a saw, constantly bringing out pools of vaginal fluid.

It soaked a large area of the surrounding grass. It was hard to tell whether the grass tips were covered with dew or vaginal fluid. Qi

Fang's body kept twisting and turning, this time it was hard to tell whether it was pain or pleasure.

Zhou Che felt that Qi Fang's labia were warm and soft, squeezing his glans comfortably. And the entire shaft of his penis felt warm as spring in the tight and fragrant flesh.

Holding the beauty's plump and slippery rear, he thrust wildly for about five hundred times, and suddenly ejaculated, spraying all over the beauty's flower.

Zhou Che released Qi Fang's pressure points and coldly said, "Sister-in-law, what happened today is known only to you, me, and heaven and earth. Let's call it even. Otherwise, if I were to tell anyone about your actions tonight... hehe, your position as the young mistress of the Wan family wouldn't be so secure."

With that, he used his light-footed skill to return to his courtyard to rest.

Meanwhile, Qi Fang, after dressing, was filled with shame and indignation. She could only sneak back to her room. She felt weak all over, dizzy, and unable to move, let alone visit him in prison.

Her entire body was covered in a man's saliva, as if bound by something, even her skin was taut.

She could smell the stench emanating from her body.

She couldn't bathe late at night, fearing discovery and suspicion.

Her lower body felt like it was being stuffed with a large wooden pestle; the man's penis was probably too large, widening Qi Fang's vagina.

Qi Fang knew that her movements were being monitored by the Wan family, and it would be extremely difficult to go out and see her senior brother. What could she do?

Lying in bed, I racked my brains, but couldn't come up with anything. Before I knew it, dawn had broken.

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