Happiness is all that matters.

Today is the fifteenth birthday of Xie Jinghua, the third young lady of Qixia Manor, and Xie Shaohua, the fourth young master. It is also the coming-of-age ceremony for the third young lady. In ordinary families, this would be a simple matter of inviting relatives and friends to sit and watch, but in Qixia Manor and even in the entire martial arts world, it is a major event, so of course it must be held in a grand manner!

Speaking of Qixia Manor, it is a prestigious family with a foundation of hundreds of years. It is not only famous in the martial arts world, but also highly favored in the imperial court. The current manor lord, Xie Guanfeng, was even a legendary figure in the martial arts world more than twenty years ago. This man, with his extraordinary appearance and unparalleled martial arts skills, was unmatched in the martial world with his self-created Spring-Slaying Sword Technique. Though his sword was ruthless, his heart was passionate, captivating countless young women in the martial world. It wasn't until twenty-one years ago, when he married Chen Bao'er, the daughter of the equally prestigious Chen family of Jinling, that he severed all ties. After their marriage, they lived in perfect harmony and mutual respect, and although Xie Guanfeng later married two more wives, their love remained as strong as ever.

His eldest son, Xie Mengde, had already achieved fame in the martial world at a young age, known as the "Iron-Blooded Sword." He inherited his father's handsome looks but was aloof and indifferent to women, completely different from his father. The second young master, third young lady, and fourth young master were all enigmatic figures, with very little known about them in the martial arts world. Therefore, the grand banquet held at Qixia Manor this time, allowing everyone to witness the brilliance of the Xie family's younger generation, was naturally a major event in the martial arts world.

Many of the guests invited by the Manor Lord's wife were noble young men from prominent families in the martial arts world, and her intentions were quite obvious. Jinghua had reached marriageable age, and the elders had already begun to discuss what kind of husband to choose for her.

The manor was bustling with guests. Inside the Aoxue Tower, Jinghua sat in front of a bronze mirror, her long hair flowing freely, lost in thought. The bright yellow mirror reflected a hazy, yet beautiful figure. Her delicate oval face had lost its former baby fat; her eyebrows were slender, her lips pale, and her eyes starry—truly a jade-like beauty. However, a faint sorrow lingered in her eyes. "Fifteen! Mother, Jinghua has come of age today. You would be happy if you knew in the afterlife, wouldn't you? Your daughter has truly grown up! I will take good care of Shaohua from now on, don't worry!"

"Sister, you look so beautiful today!" The fourth young master of the Xie family pushed open the door and admired the girl in the mirror.

The girl chuckled softly. "I'm still the same as before, I haven't changed at all!"

As if to prove it, the young man stroked the girl's unmade-up cheek with his fingers. "This part has become thinner, it used to be chubby!"

"Who's fat?!" The girl slapped the boy's finger, pretending to grit her teeth. Perhaps no girl wants to be called a "chubby girl"! The

boy swept away the girl's slight worry, and the two teased each other until the mistress of the manor and a large group of female relatives entered.

According to ancient customs, a girl's coming-of-age ceremony should be completed when her mother or a virtuous woman combs her hair and adds hairpins. However, Jinghua's mother had passed away early, so her coming-of-age ceremony was presided over by the mistress of the manor.

Served by maids, she put on a custom-made crimson robe with intertwined branches, and draped a gauze dress woven with silver threads and clouds. The trailing skirt resembled a swallow in flight, both magnificent and graceful. This dress took three months to make, with the dye alone requiring two months. The most vibrant and beautiful crimson in the world was hard to come by and truly precious.

The *Shennong Bencao Jing* records, "The seedlings grow in the shady valleys of mountains, above creeping vines; the stems have thorns, and the fruit resembles pepper." The young girls would pick the dew-kissed madder flowers, pound them into a pulp, soak them in water, and use a "flower-killing method" to extract the essential safflower pigment. This pigment would then be used to dye fabric, a process that would take two months.

The flower would die, but its spirit would remain; its juice would transform into a wisp of soul, a "soul" purer than blood, the color of a young girl's lips, innocent yet yearning, yearning yet restrained. The fabric dyed with this "soul" would be an intensely vibrant red, like countless lip prints, hesitant to speak, unspoken yet lingering, a "red" flowing from the eyes into the heart.

This magnificent garment, paired with the girl's alabaster skin, was the most alluring color, drawing everyone's attention. The mistress of the manor was delighted, "The Xie family has a daughter who has come of age! I wonder which young master will be fortunate enough to propose marriage?"

"Madam, you're teasing Jing'er!" The young girl blushed, but her heart was filled with bitterness. Marriage was a luxury she couldn't even dream of.

Accompanied by a group of female relatives, Jinghua entered the Xie family ancestral hall to kneel and pay respects to her ancestors. Then, her madam styled her long, ink-black hair into a beautiful plum blossom bun, adorned with fragrant white plum blossoms. Thus, her coming-of-age ceremony was complete.

From afar, Xie Guanfeng saw his little princess gracefully approaching in a magnificent red dress. The vibrant color accentuated her charm and elegance, making her appear like a red plum blossom swaying in the wind.

His little darling had grown even more beautiful in just a few months, and was becoming more and more like her mother. His mother—Yun Chuchu, once the most beautiful woman in the martial arts world. Her untimely death left him only with sorrow. Fortunately, heaven took pity on him and granted him a new life—their daughter. He watched her birth, watched her grow up, from a helpless infant to a grown woman. As a father, he was overjoyed. She was the softest part of his heart, and he would never allow anyone to hurt or take her away.

When the girl entered the banquet hall and saw her long-absent father, she, like any ordinary little girl, rushed into his arms, calling out sweetly, "Father!"

"You're all grown up now, yet you act like a child!" Xie Guanfeng said in an incredibly loving tone.

Jinghua stuck out her tongue, realizing how impolite she had been in this situation. She quickly left her father's embrace, sat upright to the side, and looked up at her brothers, her bright smile like a spring flower in full bloom.

The girl was unaware of her own charm; the once bustling hall fell silent the moment she entered. Everyone was in a dreamlike state, feeling that such a beautiful person shouldn't exist in the mortal world—so delicate, so lively, so alluring. The men were captivated, their hearts pounding as if countless lice were constantly scratching at them; the women displayed a mix of emotions—jealousy, envy, and resentment. Meanwhile, the so-called noble young masters of the martial arts world fawned over the manor lord, hoping to win his favor and get to know their lovely Jinghua.

But the girl's gaze, at this moment, fell on the white figure beside her father. His white robes, like cold smoke obscuring the moonlight, remained untouched by worldly dust and frost. He was so different; among so many people, she spotted him at a glance.

His face was slightly sickly, pale, with sparse eyebrows and thin lips, but his clear eyes shone with a light that carried a hint of coldness, a touch of detachment, a hint of loneliness, and a dash of arrogance. Looking at him, Jinghua felt a surge of familiarity, a slight pang of pain.

Like her older brother, he possessed an otherworldly aura. If her brother was a pure white lotus, untainted by worldly dust, then he was a blue lotus before the Buddha, ethereal and untouched by worldly concerns.

As if sensing her gaze, the man turned his eyes, his starry eyes cold and unwavering. The radiant girl in others' eyes seemed like a mere speck of dust in his pupils, leaving no ripple. His indifference filled the girl with a chill, as if she were walking in swirling snow.

"Tsk tsk! I never expected that the dignified Miss Xie would look down on these martial arts heroes and noble families, but instead fall for a sickly fellow!" A frivolous voice spoke in Jinghua's ear. Without even asking, she knew who it was—none other than that annoying Jingjun Ziyi!

"What a pity! He's already a hermit, he doesn't understand love between men and women. Jinghua, you've misplaced your affections!" Hearing his vulgar words, she really wanted to tear his mouth apart, but due to the occasion, she couldn't retaliate and could only endure the damned man's incessant chatter in her ear. "You don't know, do you? His Dharma name is Shifang, he meditates at Yuexiu Temple, and is the closed-door disciple of the enlightened monk, Master Wuming.""He's also your father's close friend despite the age difference...

" "So his name is Shifang!" Although Jinghua disliked Jun Ziyi, she still admired his extensive knowledge, unlike herself who had always stayed at Qixia Manor and knew nothing of the martial world. She was very curious about this monk, especially his emotionless, clear eyes and the cinnabar mole under his eye; they all felt strangely familiar, as if they had met in a past life. (

Stealing Fragrance (Limited) Happiness)

"Little sister, this is your birthday present. Do you like it?" Jinghua took a beautifully decorated box from her elder brother's hand and hurriedly opened it. She was immediately attracted by the gift inside. It was a short sword that gleamed with a bluish light, its scabbard inlaid with several lustrous blue jade beads—clearly a rare item.

"This is the female sword of the ancient famous Purple and Blue Twin Swords, named Qing Suo. I'm giving this to you in the hope that you will practice your swordsmanship well and protect yourself. I also hope that you will soon find your ideal husband, find the Purple Ying Sword, and together the two swords will achieve a happy marriage."

"Big brother, you're so kind! You know what I love most. I really, really love this gift!" Jinghua nestled her head into Xie Mengde's arms, acting coquettishly as usual. "I love you so much, big brother! I also hope you find me a good sister-in-law soon!" The

young master Xie, who had been overjoyed just moments before, blushed deeply. "You little rascal, you even dare to tease your big brother!"

Watching the two laughing, the white-clad boy in the wooden wheelchair smiled. "Jinghua, compared to my ancient sword, your second brother's gift is rather meager. I wonder if you'll like it?"

"I like anything my second brother gives me!" The girl said expectantly, opening the small sandalwood box and taking out a plum blossom hairpin. The hairpin looked ordinary, but anyone with a discerning eye could tell that it was made of precious Hetian white jade. The jade was warm and delicate, clean and translucent without any flaws, and the carving was superb. The plum blossoms carved in openwork on the hairpin head were so lifelike that they seemed to have just been picked from the branch and were still exuding a refreshing plum fragrance.

"Jinghua loves it! Second brother, please put it on for me!"

The young man did as instructed, picking up the hairpin and inserting it diagonally into the girl's hair. This was originally a private affair between husband and wife, but the brother and sister did it naturally, without any awkwardness.

The lustrous plum blossom hairpin shimmered in the girl's dark hair, adding a touch of graceful charm.

Seeing that his two brothers had given him such expensive gifts, Xie Si Shao couldn't bear it. "It's not fair! You both know today is my birthday too, how come I, the birthday boy, don't get a gift?" He pouted as if he was angry. "

We'll give you one when you come of age. You're even jealous of your sister, you little brat!" Xie Da Shao teased.

As soon as he finished speaking, the other two in the room burst out laughing. When did their eldest brother become so witty? He even knew about little brats, truly a teachable child!

"Sis, Big Brother bullied me! You have to stand up for me!" Xie Si Shao crawled behind the girl and complained to her.

Looking

at her two older brothers and her younger brother, Jinghua felt incredibly happy at that moment, wishing time could stand still forever. At that moment, she was innocent and kind, content with simple happiness.

Although her consciousness was still hazy with sleep, Jinghua sensed an unfamiliar presence approaching, a faint, sweet fragrance filling her nostrils. Sensing danger, she instinctively tried to open her eyelids, but they felt incredibly heavy and wouldn't budge. Her body felt languid, and all her inner strength seemed to be absorbed by a sponge, unable to be used. Her body was numbed by the drug, yet her consciousness grew increasingly clear.

She could feel herself being lifted up, her face pressed against a warm chest, hearing the rhythm of a heartbeat, and smelling a faint fragrance emanating from him—a scent she had never experienced before, so unfamiliar. She remained

in his arms for a long time, seemingly traveling a great distance, turning countless corners, before finally stopping and roughly placing her on a rough object. A

long time passed, so long that she was almost losing consciousness, when a hoarse voice rang in her ear, "I know you're awake, open your eyes!"

She had never heard a voice so awful, hoarse and dull, like a rusty gong that could no longer be struck, afflicting her ears.

Unable to bear it any longer, she abruptly opened her eyes and was instantly terrified. What a face it was! Ugly, terrifying, horrifying, beyond description. Although a silver mask covered the skin around the eyes, the winding scars revealed the extent of the damage to the face. The unmasked eyes were a deep, dark black, like a moonless night that suffocated her, like a bottomless abyss that filled her with despair. The lips exposed beneath the mask were excessively alluring, as red and glossy as if they had drunk blood.

She had never been so terrified; this person was like a demon from hell, exuding an aura of bloodlust.

"It's ugly, isn't it? This face looks like a monster! You find it repulsive, don't you? Even I hate it myself!" He sneered, forcefully pinching Jinghua's chin to force her to look at his face. "But what can I do? It's all thanks to your Xie family. How can I repay you?"

As if thinking of the perfect way to repay her, he stroked the girl's smooth cheek with his fingers, slowly sliding them across her face. "So beautiful! I almost want to pity you." But his eyes revealed the opposite, a cruel and wicked glint.

Jinghua felt his hand crawling on her face like a slippery snake. She wanted to push it away, but she knew she couldn't act rashly. She had just secretly tried to move her body, and it seemed she could move again, but her internal energy was still suppressed, and her physical strength hadn't recovered. And the other party seemed unfathomable. If she wanted to escape unscathed, she had to be extremely careful.

"Who are you? Did the Xie family really do this? Could there be some misunderstanding? If it is my Xie family, I apologize to you and will do my best to make it up to you. My second brother is a highly skilled doctor and can definitely heal your face. Please believe me, okay?" With that terrifying face so close, Jinghua mustered a great deal of courage to speak. Deep down, she had no confidence whatsoever. Although she didn't believe the Xie family was responsible, she had to lower herself to appease him.

He laughed loudly, as if he'd heard a very funny joke. The laughter was as grating as a knife sharpening on a stone, and Jinghua couldn't help but get goosebumps.

"Miss Xie is so innocent and kind. If you really want to atone for your sins, then use yourself as a sacrifice!" He said, grabbing her head and kissing her fiercely.

She was shocked and humiliated beyond measure, desperately trying to push him away, but the difference in strength between men and women was too great; she couldn't budge him an inch. Even as she bit his lips and tongue, the strong taste of blood filling their mouths, the kiss continued, devoid of any emotion or tenderness, only primal plunder, endless punishment and torment.

Finally, when his lips left, beads of bright red blood spilled from their mouths, whether hers or his, it was unclear. The girl's clothes, torn open during the struggle, revealed glimpses of her snow-white skin.

"So sweet, is it sweet here too!" He ripped off the only thing covering the girl's upper body—her bodice—and gently rubbed a cold object against her erect nipple.

Jinghua felt a chill run down her spine. Instinctively, she tried to escape his grasp, but he easily subdued her with one hand. "Does Miss like roughness? Then I'll have to work even harder?"

He chuckled and leaned down to take her nipple into his mouth, first circling it with his tongue until it hardened and stood erect, then bit down hard, almost drawing blood.

"It hurts...no...let me go!" Jinghua gasped in pain, struggling desperately to escape this demon.

But the light never came; the darkness continued.
Unable to escape, unable to resist, Jinghua lay limply on the hard ground, like a broken doll, at his mercy.She had already resisted, desperately pounding him with her hands and kicking him with her feet, but he easily evaded her every move. Sweat soaked through her nightgown as she struggled and twisted, the chill of the ground seeping into her skin through the torn fabric. Tears streamed down her face uncontrollably like broken pearls, falling between her lips and teeth, so bitter, so cold.

"Mmm...no...please don't do this..." Jinghua sobbed softly, weeping.

"You hypocrite, you say no, but you really want it, don't you?" The man's eyes were cold, filled with disdain as he looked at her, as if she were nothing more than a plaything, a prostitute. His lips buried themselves in her breasts again, biting hard until the snow-white skin was covered with blue and red bruises. "Look, how beautiful! Like strawberries."

The girl tightly closed her eyes, seemingly unable to bear this unbearable torment, and suddenly had the thought of ending it all. But the man had already noticed, and with a light touch of his finger, he pressed her pressure point, and she could no longer move.

"Want to die? Not so easy! You haven't even tasted a tenth of my pain and you want to take your own life? The show has only just begun!"

As he spoke, his hand moved to her lower body, spreading her slender legs, tearing her underpants to reveal the girl's white jade valley.

"How beautiful! The fragrant land of a virgin, no one has ever touched you like this before!" He wickedly inserted a long purple jade flute into the girl's secret passage, forcing open the tightly closed crevice to reveal the pink stamens and layers of wrinkled petals. Truly, the blooming of a peony is always pitiful!

Seeing such a lewd scene, any man would be unable to resist, but the masked man's eyes showed no lust, only a bloodthirsty impulse. "Wouldn't it be fun to offer your virginity to Ziying, especially since a virgin's blood is so sweet!" He slowly pushed the flute deeper, and with a forceful thrust, a third of the flute was deeply inserted.

"Ah..." Jinghua couldn't help but cry out in pain. Compared to the night at the hot spring when the young man entered her, she felt even more pain now. The pain brought cold sweat to her back. Her dry passage, without any lubrication, was pierced by this hard, sharp object, as if being torn apart alive. She only wished she could faint at this moment to stop enduring this torture, but her senses were unusually sharp. The more pain she felt, the more awake she became.

Seeing that there was no blood on the long flute that was pulled out, the man's eyes suddenly turned dark. "Why is there no blood?"

He inserted his slender middle finger into the girl's narrow flower hole to verify for himself. He felt the tender flesh inside tightly wrapped around it, very tight and intoxicating, but when his finger went further forward, it still couldn't touch the thin membrane that was blocking it.

"Haha!" He laughed loudly, not knowing whether he was laughing at himself or at the ridiculous thing in front of him. "So you've already been deflowered! The pure-looking young lady is actually a slut and a whore at heart. You've enjoyed the pleasures of love so long ago!"

"Tell me! Who are your lovers? Or is it more than one, you can't even name them all! Hmm?" He angrily poked and prodded with his fingers, as if punishing or conquering.

Jinghua didn't know how many fingers he had inserted, she only felt that she was being constantly filled and bumped, burning with pain.

When his fingers left, the girl's crotch was already wet, her vulva was red and swollen, the tender flesh of the opening was turned outwards, trembling slightly, unable to close properly.

"Cold, so cold..." Jinghua awoke with a chill, opening her eyes blankly, her mind a jumble of emotions. Staring at the unfamiliar stone wall above, she had no idea where she was.

The aches and pains in her body slowly crept in as she regained consciousness, and the humiliating memories of the previous night flooded back. She instinctively touched her lips; there was indeed a bite wound there, now scabbed over. Even without seeing her own body, she could imagine its gruesome state. "It really isn't a dream! If only it were!" She desperately wanted to deceive herself, but everything—the wound, the almost enclosed space—told her she was imprisoned. By day, she was the young lady of Qixia Manor, basking in the joy of her coming-of-age ceremony, showered with love and affection. Suddenly, at night, she had plunged into the deepest hell, suffering the most unbearable torment.

She didn't know when he left, only that afterwards... He stopped abusing her; should she thank him for his mercy?! "No, of course not!" Hatred flickered in Jinghua's eyes. "No matter who you are, I will avenge the humiliation you inflicted on me a thousandfold. I will not be a lamb to the slaughter; I will live well, I will!" She silently vowed.

Although her body was still aching, and even moving her lower body felt like torture, she still insisted on sitting up from the stone bed and staring intently at her surroundings. It was a nearly enclosed stone chamber, with only one wall that could open to allow entry and exit, but it was now tightly sealed and must require a mechanism to open. She couldn't tell if it was day or night; the oil lamp on the stone wall seemed to burn all day, its small flame flickering and emitting a dim light. Although the stone chamber was small, it was fully equipped with all the necessities for living: plenty of water, plenty of food, and dozens of sets of clothes.

"Escape from here seems harder than climbing to heaven, especially since my internal energy hasn't recovered yet. I need to conserve my strength first." Having made this plan, Jinghua began meditating and circulating her qi to quickly regain her strength.

She didn't know how many hours had passed when she felt an unusual heaviness in her body and awoke with a start. Opening her eyes, she saw that ugly, smiling face staring at her, blood-red lips pressing against her eyes, and a pair of strong hands kneading her breasts through her clothes.

"Sleeping Beauty, are you awake?" The man's warm breath touched the girl's skin.

"What do you want! To humiliate me or kill me? It's up to you. As long as I live, I won't let you go. Even in death, I'll haunt you as a vengeful ghost!" Jinghua said viciously.

"It's rare for Miss to get angry, but it's quite cute! Look, your nipples are rising and falling with anger, almost bursting out of your clothes. Is this an invitation?"

"You, shameless! Vulgar!" Jinghua hadn't expected this man to be so shameless, even trying to take advantage of her verbally. Anger welled up inside her, her face flushed red, and she desperately struggled to break free from him.

"You're so naughty! Look, the wound that just scabbed over yesterday is about to reopen. Are you trying to break my heart?"

The man's incredibly gentle tone made Jinghua's skin crawl. "Isn't this all because of you, you devil? And now you're pretending to be kind, it's disgusting!" "

Disgusting? Then I'll show you how disgusting I am. You'll be begging me to give it to you later!" Even as he spoke, his tone remained excessively gentle.

"Dreaming... um..." Before Jinghua could finish speaking, the man quickly silenced her with his lips.

The kiss was so delicate and lingering that she felt him constantly devouring her weak breaths, sometimes feeling like she was about to suffocate. But then fresh air would rush in, and she would try to breathe, only to have it immediately swallowed up by his hot lips again. It was truly an experience of ecstasy!

"He did it on purpose!" She knew it was his despicable trick, but her body seemed to betray her; she was gradually becoming aroused.

His lips were like a flame, igniting her sensitive and alluring body. The

kisses,

seemingly designed to steal her soul, spread inch by inch across Jinghua's pink neck, collarbone, and shoulder blades. She lay helplessly beneath him, watching his blood-red lips roam over her bruised body, the ugly scars resembling tiny snakes dancing with them. Yet, his almost transparent skin exuded a fragrance akin to bamboo leaves, quite pleasant.

He bent her legs, arranging them in an M-shape, one hand pressing and kneading her left breast, the other grasping her slender ankle and gently stroking along her thigh. The sensation of his hot fingers gliding over her skin sent shivers down the girl's spine; her toes curled involuntarily, and her body trembled uncontrollably.

"Mmm..." Suddenly, a tingling, numb sensation swept over her feet, and the girl couldn't help but groan. She slowly opened her hazy eyes and gasped in disbelief. This despicable man was actually... actually licking her toes?! How filthy! But the feeling was truly unique. His tongue skillfully teased her delicate little toes with varying degrees of pressure, circling back and forth, each circle stimulating the nerves there. Waves of tingling sensations spread throughout her body, and an insane pleasure followed.

She felt an unbearable tingling and itching sensation, her body twisting and turning, desperately trying to break free of his hold. But the man seemed to have anticipated the girl's reaction; the frequency of his teasing tongue suddenly increased, a smile playing on his lips, his eyes looking at her with a slightly wicked glint, as if saying, "Can't take it anymore already?"

Looking at his provocative gaze, the girl felt both hatred and resentment. This was worse than torture; she hadn't known her body was so sensitive, that even a slight touch from him could send waves of pleasure through her.

His tongue seemed to possess a magical power, constantly arousing her surging desire. "Ah...ah..." another... A wave of intense, tingling pleasure surged from her legs upwards, her body trembling as if in a spasm. Her hands instinctively gripped the sheets tightly, and her swollen vulva contracted, releasing a gush of fluid.

The man had already noticed her arousal; his gaze had never left the hidden opening between the girl's parted legs. Though shrouded in thin undergarments, the fluid made it appear almost transparent.

He gently touched the girl's moist spot, dabbed at a little of the nectar, and brought it to her lips, saying softly, "Want to try some? This is..." "It's your own nectar! I wonder what it tastes like?"

Hearing his lewd words, the girl abruptly turned her face away, ignoring his vulgarities. The man didn't seem to be deliberately making things difficult for her. "If you don't want to eat it, then eat it. I haven't tasted the young lady's flavor yet!" He said, inserting his fingers into his alluring red lips, sucking and licking them as if savoring a delicacy. "Mmm, so sweet, it's a pity you don't try it!"

She really wanted to smash his head open and see what was going on in his wicked mind, spouting such obscene words. She also really wanted to know what he... His identity, the face behind his mask, his feud with the Xie family, and his ever-changing personality all confused her. Yesterday he was as brutal as a wolf, but today he was as gentle and cunning as a fox. It was the same person, yet he gave off different feelings.

While she was lost in thought, she heard a "!" and the man ripped open the panties covering the girl's vulva, exposing her glistening flower to the cold air. Her vulva, which had been violated yesterday, still seemed swollen and red today, her full labia red and vibrant, like a peony in full bloom.

"No...it hurts..." The girl cried out softly in pain as soon as the man touched her labia lightly.

"Can't you even handle this? Extreme pleasure is often accompanied by pain! This young lady probably doesn't know that, so let me teach you!"

Before she could nod, he had already pinched the trembling clitoris on her vulva, pulling and rotating it repeatedly. A strong stimulation caused the girl to arch reflexively, "No... umm..." But this cry was immediately replaced by a moan. The extreme pleasure suddenly overwhelmed the pain, overwhelmed the girl's mind. Jinghua only felt an arc of light flash through her mind, blooming brilliantly like fireworks.
The girl's flower cave was slowly stretched open to its maximum by the man's fingers, revealing the layers of clitoris still glistening with blood, and the moist, glistening opening within. "What a beautiful sight! Shouldn't it be called 'Hidden Cave'?" "Exploring the secrets?" he exclaimed, forcefully inserting his long, thick fingers into her already incredibly sensitive honeypot. The tender folds of flesh at the entrance were completely stretched open by the invading fingers, revealing the glistening, moist, and lascivious color inside.

The man's fingers violently thrust in and out of the girl's flower cave, constantly creating pleasure within her.

The girl's breathing became heavier and heavier, the pain and pleasure almost making her dizzy. Her clitoris couldn't help but tremble under his teasing, and her honeyed fluid dripped uncontrollably, meandering down her legs.

Looking at the incredibly beautiful girl beneath him, feeling the warm, moist, layered, and tight touch of her little hole, the man's eyes darkened, and he immediately increased the number of fingers to three, constantly thrusting them into the girl's flower cave, his thumb rubbing and stimulating her clitoris.

"No...please...no...ah..." Broken moans and pleas escaped from the girl's bitten, bleeding lips. She didn't even know what she was saying; her mind was already hazy, she was just mechanically repeating these words.

Seeing the girl on the verge of climax, the man's smile deepened, but his movements suddenly stopped. "Hmm, was it good just now, baby?"

"Good..." The girl writhed uncontrollably. The man abruptly withdrew his fingers, making her feel the pleasure vanish instantly. Her lower body felt unbearably empty; she wanted something to fill it. "Give it to me...give it to me...I want..." "

What do you want?" He looked at her leisurely.

"I don't know, I don't know, I feel so bad..." She shook her head frantically, her brow furrowed, as if tormented and confused by something.

"Be good, beg me, beg me and I'll give it to you!" The man leaned down and coaxed her in the ear.

"Please...please...give it to me...ah..." The man's four fingers suddenly and forcefully plunged into the girl's flower-like opening, causing her to cry out in pain. But slowly, with his rapid thrusting, the long-lost pleasure surged back.

"Ah!..." With a scream, the girl's body trembled violently as if in a spasm, as if an electric current coursed through her entire body. The extreme pleasure finally brought her to orgasm. Her labia trembled continuously, and a gush of hot fluid gushed from her uterus, wetting the man's fingers.

In the instant of orgasm, Jinghua felt as if her soul had detached from her body, soaring upwards, higher and higher, without end. This feeling of emptiness was incredibly wonderful, as if her entire soul had been reborn. After

a long while, when the girl fully awoke from the afterglow of her orgasm and recalled that intoxicating experience... The image of her being swept away by a sea of desire filled her with shame, causing her to sob softly. "I still begged him, moaning softly beneath him. I hate myself so much! Even though we didn't have any physical intimacy, I can't forgive myself. How can I face my little brother?"

Little did she know that few women in the world could escape the skilled and adept techniques of a womanizer. Even the most chaste and virtuous woman would melt into a pool of spring water in his hands.

The girl's tears flowed more and more, seemingly endless. The man, watching, couldn't help but want to kiss away each tear, his hand unconsciously caressing her tear-stained cheek.

"Don't touch me! Don't touch me! I hate you!" The girl reflexively flinched away from his touch, as if he were the culprit. "It's all your fault! It's all your fault! It's all your fault! You've made me unable to see my family! You've made me suffer here! You've made me..." She poured out all the grievances she had suffered over the past two days, her tears flowing even more fiercely.

The man was increasingly at a loss, and could only coax and soothe her, "Miss, please stop crying, okay? I won't touch you anymore, I'll stay far away from you, okay?" "

You, you mean it!"

"I'm not a coward from the Xie family, of course I mean it!"

The girl secretly breathed a sigh of relief; her chastity was safe. She wouldn't be foolish enough to believe the man again and ask such an impossible question as, "Will you let me go?" He imprisoned her to achieve his purpose, and she could only rely on herself, step by step, to escape from here.

With a "bang," the stone chamber door slowly slid to the side. The man used his internal energy to activate the mechanism, then casually walked out. Looking at the girl whose eyes were swollen like walnuts from crying, the man sighed and said:"Want to go for a walk?"

"I wonder what trick he's up to this time? But if we can leave here, the chances of escaping seem much greater!" The girl slowly nodded, and then followed him out of the stone chamber.

After walking for a long time through the winding, dark passage, she opened a hidden door and stepped out into a breathtakingly bright and spacious place. The girl was stunned by what she saw: it was a place almost like a fairyland. Although it was winter, flowers of every color—red, white, yellow, blue—bloomed in abundance, dazzling and enchanting under the cool moonlight. In the distance, a waterfall cascaded down from the heavens, splashing against the rocks like pearls and jade stamens in the moonlight. Even more incredible was that the dampness felt warm and moist, like autumn water, rather than a biting chill.

"Is this Peach Blossom Spring? It's so beautiful, like a fairyland on earth!" the girl exclaimed in her heart.

"Though not a paradise, it surpasses one. This is my mother's favorite place. It's spring-like all year round, with flowers blooming everywhere. She said it makes people forget their sorrows, so it's called 'Worry-Free Valley.'"

Although it was still the same broken gong voice, the same ugly mask, the same unpredictable man, he was now lost in his own world, which warmed the girl's heart. Yes, now he was a real person, with flesh and blood, with human emotions, not the hellish demon, nor the libertine who toyed with her senses.

"Did your mother plant all these flowers? They're so beautiful! Especially the blue ones; I've never seen them at Qixia Manor before."

"These are called Blue Enchantresses, grown with tears."

"Tears?"

"Looking at them, don't you feel sad?"

"Hmm?!…" The girl couldn't understand for a moment and wanted to ask more, "Did your mother tell you? Does she live here too?"

"Ha! She's long gone..." He sneered, as if touched by the deepest pain. His once gentle eyes instantly darkened, like glass, like the vast ocean, filled with a chilling coldness that could break one's heart. A malevolent aura swirled around him, and the purple jade crown that bound his hair shattered in an instant, revealing his thick, black hair. His blood-red lips, though unadorned, were already alluring, like a bloodthirsty demon. His body collapsed to the ground, curled up uncontrollably, trembling violently.

Jinghua looked at the man before her, his mind clouded, and thought to herself that this was the best time to escape. He was most vulnerable and least guarded at this moment. She could even kill him herself to avenge the humiliation she had suffered. But as soon as this thought crossed her mind, Jinghua began to despise herself. "How is this any different from him! Blinded by hatred, will I truly be happy after taking revenge?" The answer seemed to be "no," and she shook her head firmly. However, she decided she couldn't be a villain.

Seeing the man's immense pain, her kind nature prevented her from standing by and watching

him die. So she knelt down and came to his side. "What's wrong? Are you alright?" The man's cold eyes flashed across the girl's face, seemingly struggling to restrain himself from touching her. "Don't worry about me, go away! Stay away from me!"

But her hand still lightly touched his body, and instantly the man's piercing coldness spread to her, making the girl feel as if she had fallen into an icy pool. This icy chill, like the cold of an glacier or polar region, was unbearable even for someone like her who was always prone to feeling cold, let alone him. If this continued, he might...

But slowly, the coldness on the man's body gradually disappeared, replaced by another kind of heat. He kept tearing at his clothes, scratching his body with his fingernails, leaving ugly bloody marks, seemingly trying to relieve the unquenchable heat within his body through pain.

[The End]

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