The domineering life of the martial arts alliance leader

As the sun began to set, a magnificent sunset painted the earth crimson. The entire Zhongnan Mountain was shrouded in silence, broken only by the occasional bird song and the soft rustling of leaves in the breeze.

Suddenly, the heavy thud of hooves shattered the tranquility. A blood-red horse appeared on the mountain path, carrying a person—wait, no, two people, a man and a woman. The woman sat on the man's lap! She seemed to be moving slightly, and soft moans of pleasure could be heard in the breeze, incredibly alluring. A closer look revealed that they were lovers making love!

(Alas, the world is going to the dogs!) The woman's arms were wrapped around the man's neck, her eyes half-closed, her face a picture of ecstasy—she was incredibly seductive! The man's large hands were slipped under the woman's blouse, tightly squeezing and kneading her high, full nipples, his buttocks moving rhythmically with the horse's swaying. A thick, large penis moved in and out of that alluring fairy cave. (Heh heh, they're having a good time, but poor horse! Not only is it carrying two people, but it also has to listen to seductive music and endure the torment of desire!)

These two are none other than the young heroes who have recently become famous in the martial arts world. The man is named Zhuo Yihang, in his early twenties, and the woman is named Li Xiangyu, seventeen years old. Zhuo Yihang is a disciple of the Tianshan Sect and

the only successor of the great hero Fang Xiaotian, known as the "God of War." The woman's background is even more impressive; her father is the current leader of the martial arts alliance, Li Zhengyang, and she has been a disciple of He Shujun, the "Lingbo Fairy," who is as famous as Fang Xiaotian, since childhood.

After years of apprenticeship, the two bid farewell to their master and ventured into the world to hone their skills. They unexpectedly met while chasing a notorious womanizer, and fell in love at first sight. They then traveled the world together, and after a period of courtship and many hardships, their relationship blossomed from acquaintance to love, ultimately leading to their marriage.

Now, they were returning to Li Xiangyu's home to ask Li Zhengyang to arrange their marriage.

Having broken their taboo and consummated their relationship, they were extremely eager for more, indulging in nightly passions, sometimes even meeting in the wild!

Now, almost home, both were hot from the journey. Zhuo Yihang, holding such a beautiful woman in his arms, was burning with desire, her fragrance filling the air. He was already filled with lustful thoughts and fantasies. Finally, as dusk fell and the roads thinned, he pressed Xiangyu for more love.

"Sister Yu, please have mercy and save me! I'm suffering so much!" Zhuo Yihang pleaded in Xiangyu's ear.

"But we're almost home! Brother Hang, please just bear with it a little longer," Li Xiangyu said, her cheeks flushed. "Once we get home and I've met my parents, I'll give it to you!"

Zhuo Yihang could no longer hold back. His large hands impatiently slid inside Xiangyu's clothes, lifting her bodice and gently grasping her soft, fragrant breasts. He pressed his index finger against her nipple and rhythmically rubbed it. At the same time, he buried his head in Xiangyu's neck, breathing out warm breaths, his tongue licking up and down. His already erect penis pressed tightly against her buttocks, constantly... His thrusting continued.

Li Xiangyu, initially shy, suppressed her rising desire, gently refusing, "Brother, don't do this. If someone sees us, I'll be so ashamed!"

Zhuo Yihang ignored her, intensifying his movements. With each thrust, Li Xiangyu felt a growing heat throughout her body, her breathing becoming rapid and heavy. Especially between her legs, her private area felt like a thousand ants crawling, an unbearable itch. She could only squeeze her legs together and writhe incessantly. She couldn't help but let out seductive moans,

"Hmm! Ah! No, no!"

Finally, unable to withstand the surging waves of desire, Li Xiangyu sighed, "Ah! You rascal, I'll give in! But how can we do this right now?"

Hearing Xiangyu's agreement, Zhuo Yihang smiled happily: "Good sister, leave it to me. I guarantee you'll have a great time!" "

After saying that, he picked up Li Xiangyu and made her sit on his lap. He gently spread her legs, freeing one hand to lift her skirt and reach into her secret place. His hand was wet and slippery." "Yu Mei, you're already like this, and you still say no, haha!" Zhuo Yihang said mischievously. "

Go away, you rascal! If you hadn't been so clumsy, I wouldn't be like this." Li Xiangyu said coquettishly. "You're getting a good deal and you're still acting innocent. If you say another word, I won't give it to you." He then pretended to squeeze his legs together.

"No, no, no, brother was wrong. Sister is a savior of suffering, please forgive me!" "As he spoke, Zhuo Yihang hurriedly pressed down on Li Xiangyu's legs, his other hand leaving her beautiful breasts to help remove her panties.

Then, he quickly unzipped his pants, revealing his magnificent jade pestle, its head held high. He then gently lifted Li Xiangyu's buttocks, one hand supporting his massive member, pressing it against the long-awaited entrance of her vagina from behind. After a slight adjustment, he lowered Xiangyu's buttocks, his abdomen thrusting upwards, and his jade pestle slid in to the hilt. It filled Li Xiangyu's warm and tight fairy cave.

A tingling sensation, like an electric current, instantly spread throughout their bodies. Almost simultaneously, as if ascending to heaven, they both let out satisfied, blissful sighs. "Ah, hoo!" "

Is it comfortable, Yu-mei?" "Zhuo Yihang asked.

"Hmm, I didn't expect it to feel so good... Oh... Hmm..." Xiangyu murmured softly, panting. She moved up and down with the swaying of the horse's back, and actively pulled Zhuo Yihang's hand to her round, full breasts. "

Brother Hang, quickly massage them for me. Massage them, they're so swollen, hurry!" At this moment, she had long forgotten her shyness, completely immersed in the sea of desire.

Hearing her request, Zhuo Yihang had no reason to refuse. He kneaded her with all his might, like kneading dough. Squeezed and pressed,

stimulated by the double, intense pleasure from above and below, Li Xiangyu fell into a semi-conscious state. Her lips were tightly closed, her cheeks flushed, and her hands weakly hooked around Zhuo Yihang's neck, occasionally letting out a few heart-stirring moans.

The two remained entangled on the horse, thrusting and thrashing. They forgot everything, not even whether they were on the right track.

Fortunately, the horse knew the way and knew which way to go. Although there was no master's guidance, it didn't go astray. Gradually, they arrived deep in the Zhongnan Mountains, before a secluded and precipitous canyon.

The canyon was deep and secluded, with a winding mountain path leading straight into the valley, its end invisible. Along the path grew all sorts of exotic flowers. These exotic herbs are treasures rarely seen in ordinary places. What's most peculiar is their orderly growth; clearly, they weren't born of nature, but rather cultivated by a master.

Why a master? It's simple. How could an ordinary person collect so many rare and exotic plants? And even if they could, without exceptional cultivation skills, how could these plants, originally from all corners of the world, survive here?

After all this explanation, you should understand now. Yes, this is the revered martial arts holy land, the home of Li Tianyang, the leader of the martial arts alliance, and also Li Xiangyu's home, Hidden Dragon Valley.

At this moment, the two on horseback finally came to their senses from their passionate embrace. Although still wanting more, seeing their home, they had no choice but to stop. They dismounted, straightened their disheveled clothes, and strolled into Hidden Dragon Valley.

Hand in hand, they walked along the quiet path, chatting and laughing.

"How beautiful!" Zhuo Yihang exclaimed. "Yu-mei, did you grow all these flowers and plants?"

"Of course! These flowers and plants were all collected by my father from all over the world, from the most wondrous places.

" "But how can these flowers and plants grow here?!"

"Hehe! Of course, they were cultivated by a master. You'll meet that person in a moment; that's my mother."

"Wow, your mother is truly a master! Hehe." Zhuo Yihang gazed at the flowers and plants by the roadside with fascination, occasionally letting out a sigh of admiration, "Ah! It's unbelievable!" Unconsciously, he neglected the beautiful woman beside him.

Li Xiangyu, unwilling to comply, feigned annoyance: "Brother Hang, I'm talking to you! Why are you ignoring me? You're just looking at these flowers and plants!" With that

, she leaped away, leaving Zhuo Yihang behind, and sped off alone. Only then did Zhuo Yihang realize what was happening and hurriedly chased after Xiangyu's retreating figure. "Xiangmei, wait! I was wrong, I'll make it up to you, okay?"

But Li Xiangyu ignored him, continuing to use her lightness skill to leap forward, forcing Zhuo Yihang to use his unique movement technique, "Floating Light and Shadow," to chase closely behind. The two flashed like lightning on the narrow path, quickly disappearing at the end of the road, leaving only a series of urgent shouts.

The two chased each other and soon arrived at the heart of Hidden Dragon Valley, an exceptionally open plain. There stood a small but imposing manor, surrounded by many towering ancient pines, with wisps of smoke rising from the pine forest.

Only then did Li Xiangyu stop, standing gracefully by the roadside waiting for Zhuo Yihang. In the blink of an eye, Zhuo Yihang was beside her, his face filled with a flustered expression. "Xiangmei, don't be angry! I'll bow to you!"

He then exaggeratedly bowed deeply, tilting his head slightly to secretly peek at Li Xiangyu.

"What a silly boy! I'm not angry at all! I was just teasing you, making you anxious. Get up quickly, I can't accept this bow, hehe! Hehe!" Li Xiangyu pursed her lips and giggled repeatedly.

"Hehe! A woman's heart is like autumn clouds, truly wonderful," Zhuo Yihang chuckled awkwardly, stood up, moved closer to Li Xiangyu, took her hand, and said with a smile, "Xiangmei, it's good that you're not angry with me. I was so worried just now."

"By the way, Xiangmei, the manor ahead should be your home, right?"

"Yes! Brother Hang, let's hurry up, it will take quite a while to get through this pine forest!" After saying that, she grabbed Zhuo Yihang's hand and quickly entered the pine forest.

Li Xiangyu led Yihang, meandering through the forest, seemingly following the principles of the Five Elements and Eight Trigrams, yet there was more to it than met the eye.

Only then did Zhuo Yihang realize something was amiss, thinking, "No wonder, I felt something strange outside the forest; it turns out this is a huge pine forest formation. Heh! Yu-mei probably stopped to wait for me because she was worried I'd get lost alone! But then again, this formation is indeed incredibly mysterious and unpredictable; one wrong move and I could really be trapped. I wonder who created this formation?" Thinking this, he was about to ask.

Suddenly, a rapid, intense sound of gongs and drums came from the manor. Li Xiangyu's face changed upon hearing this, and she anxiously said to Zhuo Yihang, "Brother Hang, enemies might be at my house! This gong and drum sound is an alarm. Can we hurry? I'm so afraid something will happen to my house."

Zhuo Yihang replied, "Okay," and the two of them used all their strength to rush towards the manor. They quickly arrived at the manor gate, only to find it closed, with the sounds of clashing weapons emanating from within.

Unable to wait for the gate to open, the two leaped onto the wall and peered inside. They saw a dense crowd gathered in a circle on the training ground. In the center of the circle, a handsome middle-aged man was locked in fierce combat with a voluptuous woman in red. The man clearly held the upper hand, leisurely deflecting the woman's rapid, storm-like attacks with a jade fan

in his hand. The surrounding people, presumably the man's disciples, offered no assistance, only occasionally cheering for his skillful moves. "Thank goodness, he's alright," Li Xiangyu's tense mood instantly relaxed. "Xiangmei, could that middle-aged man in the arena be Uncle? Such high martial arts skills!" Zhuo Yihang asked excitedly.

"Thank you for the compliment, Brother Hang. Hehe, Father will be very happy to hear that," Li Xiangyu smiled proudly.

"Huh, this woman's martial arts are so strange. I've never seen sword moves like this before. They're incredibly vicious. I wonder what school or sect her swordsmanship belongs to." Zhuo Yihang looked at the woman in red in the arena with surprise.

"Yes, that's right. This swordsmanship is really strange. Every move targets vital points, leaving no room for maneuver. It's practically a desperate act!" Xiangyu nodded. "But don't worry, Father can handle it."

As soon as she finished speaking, the woman in red suddenly unleashed a move. She leaped into the air, twisted her body in mid-air, gripped her sword with both hands, and spun rapidly, thrusting it straight down at Li Tianyang. This was a completely reckless move.

Clearly, she intended to die with her enemy.

Li Tianyang, who had been relaxed and carefree until now, was serious, his eyes filled with vigilance. He had seen through the red-clad woman's intentions and dared not be careless. With a soft shout, he swung his left palm in front of him, creating a wall of qi to protect his vitals. At the same time, he unfolded his jade fan with his right hand, flicked his wrist, and a continuous stream of fan shadows filled the air, meeting the descending sword flowers head-on. After a series of clanging sounds, suddenly a scream of "Ah!" rang out as the red-clad woman was thrown back more than three zhang away by the powerful airflow, a mouthful of bright red blood spurting out before

she collapsed to the ground with a thud, unconscious. Li Tianyang was also panting heavily, clearly exhausted from the previous attack.

"Oh dear, that was close! Father was almost injured!" Li Xiangyu immediately jumped down from the wall, crying out, "Father, are you alright? I was so scared!" as she hurried towards Li Tianyang in the crowd. Zhuo Yihang quickly followed.

Upon hearing this, Li Tianyang's tired face broke into a loving smile. He turned around, waved to his daughter, and shook his head to indicate he was alright.

Suddenly, a figure flashed out from the wall opposite the training ground, flying towards it with lightning speed. In the blink of an eye, the figure was upon him, and with a whoosh, thrust a sword at Li Tianyang's back. Li Tianyang, already exhausted and powerless, was about to suffer a fatal blow when, in a flash, another figure lunged at him, shielding him from the fatal strike.

When the stunned crowd recovered from this sudden turn of events, the two figures were already locked in combat. Li Tianyang, unharmed, was closely observing the fight. It turned out that the one who saved Li Tianyang was none other than Zhuo Yihang, who had just arrived. At this moment, he was using his sect's ultimate technique, the "Thunder Sword Technique," to fight the assassin with all his might. The assassin was another woman, dressed in a tight-fitting purple-red outfit that accentuated her slender figure. She had a beautiful face, practically stunning, but unfortunately, her face exuded a sinister aura that chilled everyone.

She was clearly with the woman in red, using sword techniques as ruthless and vicious as the woman in red. However, she was more skilled and her swordsmanship was more unpredictable and strange. Before long, Zhuo Yihang was forced to only parry, unable to retaliate. Although Zhuo Yihang was fighting with all his might, he was no match for her skill and was in grave danger, nearly being struck by her sword several times.

At this moment, Li Xiangyu, who had been watching from the sidelines, saw the situation was dire and cried out, "Brother Hang, don't worry, your little sister is here to help you!" She then rushed into the fray to join Zhuo Yihang in fighting off the enemy.

"Heh, you call yourselves a righteous sect, yet you do this despicable thing of outnumbering the enemy. How shameless!"

the woman in purple said disdainfully. "Hmph! Come on, do you think I'm afraid? I'll make you a pair of lovebirds, and you'll die together!

" Upon hearing this, Zhuo Yihang's expression changed, and he shouted at Li Xiangyu, "Xiangmei, step back! I want to fight her alone. I don't want to be looked down upon!"

Upon hearing this, Li Xiangyu was at a loss for what to do. She wanted to help, but she was afraid of angering Zhuo Yihang. He was caught in a dilemma, unsure whether to help or not, fearing for Yu Lang's safety.

Just then, taking advantage of Zhuo Yihang's distraction, the woman in purple suddenly unleashed her power, unleashing dozens of sword strikes in quick succession. In an instant, dozens of sword shadows enveloped Zhuo Yihang, each aimed at vital acupoints.

Zhuo Yihang immediately felt the overwhelming, chilling sword energy surging around him, making it hard to breathe. He knew he was in trouble and had no choice but to use all his strength to desperately parry. With

dozens of crisp clangs, Zhuo Yihang retreated, managing to block dozens of sword strikes before finally being unable to defend against the final one. In that critical moment, he instinctively dodged to the side.

Although he escaped the fate of being pierced through the heart by a sword, he was still wounded. With a "swoosh," his clothes were ripped open by the sword tip, and a deep, long gash appeared on his chest, from which blood gushed out. Zhuo Yihang was knocked to the ground by the sword's energy.

The woman in purple stepped forward, about to deliver the final blow. But when her gaze swept over Zhuo Yihang's chest, she suddenly looked surprised! The sword in her hand stopped. She asked in a trembling voice,

"Aren't you about to turn twenty this year?"

Zhuo Yihang, who had thought he was doomed, tightly closed his eyes and gave up struggling. Hearing this strange question, he was stunned, opened his eyes, looked at the woman in purple blankly, and nodded. "Yes, how did you know?"

Just then, Li Xiangyu arrived at Zhuo Yihang's side and stepped forward to protect him. Li Tianyang, who had also regained some strength, also flew over and stood by, monitoring the woman in purple's every move.

Unexpectedly, the woman in purple sheathed her sword, turned without a word, and walked towards the unconscious woman in red. She lifted her up, carried her on her back, and then swiftly flew up the wall and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Everyone was confused by this strange situation, so no one tried to stop them. They watched helplessly as the two disappeared, and only after a while did they come to their senses, but it was too late to give chase.

"Ouch! It hurts so much!" Zhuo Yihang groaned as he lay on the ground. This cry immediately made everyone realize that there was still an injured person lying on the ground.

Li Xiangyu hurriedly squatted down, her face full of heartache as she stopped Zhuo Yihang's bleeding, while gently complaining, "Really, I wanted to help you, but you wouldn't let me, and now you're so badly injured! What would I do if something happened to you?" As she spoke, two lines of tears streamed down her face.

"Xiangmei, don't cry, don't cry, I'm alright, aren't I? Hehe!" Zhuo Yihang quickly comforted her upon seeing this.

"You're just trying to be tough. You say such a big wound isn't serious? Do you know how scared I was? Humph! If you look at me like that again, I won't talk to you anymore!" Li Xiangyu scolded loudly.

"Hehe! Good daughter, stop nagging him," Li Tianyang said, trying to smooth things over for Zhuo Yihang. "Actually, in my opinion, this nephew's refusal to let you help is truly commendable, showing great chivalry! By the way, I don't even know this nephew's name yet. My dear daughter, why don't you introduce him to me? I really want to thank him properly for saving my life!"

"Father! Why are you taking his side too! I won't stand for it!" Li Xiangyu said coquettishly, her face flushed. "His name is Zhuo Yihang, he's a disciple of Uncle-Master Fang Xiaotian, and he's... well, a very good friend of mine." Upon hearing Fang Xiaotian's name, Li Tianyang's expression shifted, a hint of surprise flashing across his face before he immediately laughed:

"So he's the disciple of the God of War! Truly, a great teacher produces a great student! Hehe." Then, he said mischievously to Li Xiangyu:

"Very good friends, huh! Hahahaha!"

Li Xiangyu blushed and pouted, "Don't laugh, Father! If you laugh again, I won't talk to you anymore!"

At this moment, Zhuo Yihang had already stood up from the ground and bowed deeply to Li Tianyang, "Uncle, please accept my bow."

Li Tianyang quickly helped him up, "Hehe, nephew, no need for such formalities. You are injured!" Then he said to Li Xiangyu, "Yu'er, quickly take Yihang to see your mother, she will be very happy! And have your mother treat Yihang's injuries!"

"That's right, how could I forget that Mother is a miracle doctor? Damn it, then let's go see Mother now. Father, you can go take care of whatever you need to do, don't keep you any longer! " Li Xiangyu stuck out her tongue, made a face, and then helped Zhuo Yihang leave the training ground, heading towards a pavilion on the west side of the manor.

Li Tianyang watched their retreating figures, a subtle, mysterious smile playing on his lips.

================================================================== Soon, Li Xiangyu helped Zhuo Yihang to the pavilion. She called out loudly, "Mom, I'm back! Come out quickly! Someone needs your help to heal their injuries!" As she spoke, she helped Zhuo Yihang into the pavilion. It wasn't particularly luxurious, lacking the grandeur expected of a martial arts alliance leader's residence, but the decorations and furniture were exceptionally elegant and tasteful, showing remarkable craftsmanship. It made one feel that living there would be very pleasant.

"Here she comes! That brat's back and she's already making a fuss. When will she ever grow up and understand things?" With that, a woman emerged from the inner room, dressed in simple white. Though without makeup, she was still radiant—a truly stunning beauty. This was none other than Li Xiangyu's mother, Lin Xiumei.

Zhuo Yihang stared in disbelief, thinking, "So beautiful! Although she looks very much like Yu-mei, she's more mature and has more charm. Heh! I wonder if Yu-mei will look like this in the future. If so, I'll be so lucky, hehe." Lost in thought, he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his back. "Ouch!" he cried. He heard Li Xiangyu scold playfully, "You idiot, what are you daydreaming about? Hurry up and greet my mother!" "Please let her heal your wounds!"

Zhuo Yihang hurriedly stepped forward and bowed, "Yihang greets Auntie."

Lin Xiumei said with a smile, "No need for formalities, no need for formalities. You are Yu'er's friend, we are all family, no need for formalities." After saying that, she looked at Zhuo Yihang carefully, and her face changed drastically. She staggered back a few steps, her delicate body went limp, and she sat down in the chair behind her. Pointing at Zhuo Yihang with one finger, she said tremblingly, "You, you, you, God! You're not dead yet." Then she couldn't say anything more, only letting out a sob.

Li Xiangyu and Zhuo Yihang were puzzled and looked at each other strangely. Li Xiangyu approached Lin Xiumei and asked suspiciously, "Mother, are you alright? Why do you look like you've seen a ghost when you see Brother Hang? What, you're not dead yet? Have you seen Brother Hang before? No way! You haven't left the valley for more than ten years!

How could this be?" Zhuo Yihang also said, "Yes! Auntie shouldn't have seen me before! Why would you say that?"

Lin Xiumei suddenly came to her senses, sighed, and said to the two of them, "It's nothing, I was just confused. Yihang looks so much like an old friend of mine. When I saw him, I thought he had come back to life, so I got a little excited and lost my composure." "Oh! Really? Do I really look like your old friend?" Zhuo Yihang asked.

Lin Xiumei looked at him carefully again and nodded. "Yes! He really looks just like him, a perfect replica of him from back then. Sigh!" Her voice was full of melancholy.

After speaking, she took a deep breath, composed herself, and changed the subject, saying, "Yihang, aren't you injured? Let me treat you." After saying that, she asked Zhuo Yihang to sit down, went into the inner room to get some healing items, and then said to Li Xiangyu, "Yu'er, go to the valley and pick some dragon's breath grass. I need to use it to treat Yihang's injuries." "Okay, I'll go right away." After saying that, Li Xiangyu hurriedly went out of the pavilion to pick herbs.

Now only Lin Xiumei and Zhuo Yihang remained in the room. Lin Xiumei carefully cleaned Zhuo Yihang's wounds, her movements extremely gentle. Because she was being meticulous, her body was very close to Zhuo Yihang's, her chest pressed against his. Her breasts would occasionally brush against Zhuo Yihang's as she cleaned the wounds.

Zhuo Yihang was at the prime of his life, how could he withstand such stimulation? He felt a surge of heat throughout his body, his blood rushing, and he unconsciously looked down at her trembling breasts. His manhood was already erect, but he dared not move an inch, afraid that Lin Xiumei would discover his inappropriate behavior, and he would be too ashamed to face anyone.

But those beautiful breasts continued to pound against his chest, seemingly beckoning Zhuo Yihang, making him lose control. Finally, Zhuo Yihang could no longer resist the waves of tingling sensations, and he couldn't help but let out a soft moan, shifting his body slightly backward, trying to escape.

Only then did Lin Xiumei notice Zhuo Yihang's unusual behavior. Her eyes glanced down and she saw that Zhuo Yihang's lower body was already erect. Lin Xiumei instantly blushed, overwhelmed with embarrassment, and let out a soft "Oh dear!" before covering her face and backing away.

A moment of silence fell over the room, the atmosphere extremely awkward.

Zhuo Yihang, head bowed and face flushed, whispered, "I'm sorry, Auntie, I was so rude."

"No, no, it's not your fault, it's all your fault," Lin Xiumei stammered for a long time, unable to say anything. Finally, unable to bear the awkward and ambiguous atmosphere any longer, she buried her head and ran towards the inner room as fast as she could. However, in her panic, she stumbled and tripped on the threshold, almost falling

with a cry of "Ouch!" Seeing this, Zhuo Yihang rushed forward, spreading his arms to catch Lin Xiumei and prevent her from falling. Unexpectedly, he aggravated his wound, a sharp pain shooting through his chest. His arms went limp, and with a "thud," the two tumbled to the ground, landing on top of each other, in a man-on-top position. In that instant,

the intense pleasure from the intimate contact, the squeezing, and the rubbing of their bodies surged through their bodies like an electric current, reaching every nerve ending. Time seemed to stop at that moment. The two forgot where they were, simply gazing silently at each other, both breathing heavily.

"Feng Lang, is that you? It really is you!" Lin Xiumei stared at Zhuo Yihang with affectionate eyes, then suddenly said plaintively, "I've missed you so much! It's been so long, why haven't you come to see me? Do you know how much your Xiumei has suffered, how tired she is!" As she spoke, her starry eyes half-closed, her cherry lips slightly parted, she murmured, "Feng Lang, how much Xiumei needs your comfort." A tear rolled down her cheek.

At this moment, Zhuo Yihang could no longer distinguish between reality and illusion. His eyes were only on the beautiful, melancholic woman beneath him, and his mind was only thinking, "I must comfort her, protect her! Make her happy." Without hesitation, he lowered his head and kissed those enchanting jade lips. He gently sucked on them, licking away the tears on her face with his tongue. His right hand naturally caressed Lin Xiumei's round, slender thighs, greedily stroking and kneading them, gradually moving upwards to her full buttocks, her slender, soft waist, and finally reaching her alluring jade peaks. His large hand impatiently covered them, kneading them forcefully.

The tingling sensation from her nipples intensely stimulated Lin Xiumei, causing her pretty face to flush red and her to moan softly. She occasionally twisted her body, which Zhuo Yihang had pinned beneath her. This only fueled Zhuo Yihang's lust. His penis, erect and incredibly hard, was fully erect.

With a low growl, Zhuo Yihang grabbed Lin Xiumei's collar with his right hand and ripped open her clothes with a "rip," revealing a white silk bodice. He then casually lifted it, revealing her breasts. Zhuo Yihang buried his face in her mouth, sucking wildly, while his left hand reached down to untie her skirt.

Suddenly, a breeze blew by, and Lin Xiumei felt a chill on her chest. She snapped back to reality, opened her eyes, and was horrified.

"Don't do this!" she cried out, forcefully slapping Zhuo Yihang across the face.

She then struck him with her other hand, sending him flying with a "thud."

Caught off guard, Zhuo Yihang fell to the ground with a thud, crying out in pain.

Lin Xiumei turned and fled into the inner room, never to emerge again. Zhuo Yihang was left alone, groaning. Only then did Zhuo Yihang realize what he had done. He was filled with shame and wanted to die. But he dared not go in to apologize to Lin Xiumei, and could only lie there blankly on the ground.

After a while, Li Xiangyu returned. As soon as she entered, she saw Zhuo Yihang lying motionless on the ground. Not knowing what had happened, she hurriedly helped him up and asked anxiously, "Brother Hang, what happened? Why are you lying on the ground all alone? Where's Mom? Wasn't she cleaning your wound?" "

Oh! Your mom had already cleaned it for me, but she suddenly felt a little unwell, so she went inside to rest. I was bored and wanted to go out to check on things, but I accidentally tripped and fell to the ground. Just then, you came back," Zhuo Yihang forced a lie.

"Is that so?" "I'll go in and see how Mom is. Don't move, just sit still, okay?" She walked into the inner room and saw Lin Xiumei lying on her side on the couch. Worried, she asked, "Mom, are you alright? Are you sick? What's wrong?" She went to the couch.

"I'm fine, just a little uncomfortable. I'll be fine in a bit. Yu'er, go and apply the dragon's breath herb to Yihang. Mom wants to rest for a while, okay?" "Lin Xiumei said to Li Xiangyu without turning her head,

'Alright, Mom, you rest. I won't bother you anymore. I'll go apply medicine to Hang-ge right away.' After saying that, she quickly left.

Only then did Lin Xiumei turn around, looking at her daughter's back and sighing softly, 'Alas, how could this happen?' The scene from earlier flashed through her mind again, filled with shame, confusion, and melancholy. ====================================================================== At this moment, Zhuo Yihang was anxiously waiting outside, afraid that his lie would be exposed, and he didn't know what to do.

Finally, he saw Li Xiangyu come out and hurriedly asked, 'How is your mother? Is she alright? Did she say anything?'" "

Oh, Mom's alright, she just wants to rest. She asked me to apply the medicine for you. Come, sit down, I'll apply it for you right away." She helped Zhuo Yihang sit down, took out the medicine, and began applying it, saying, "This medicine is really good, it can heal even the most serious injuries!"

Zhuo Yihang knew his lie hadn't been exposed, and a weight was finally lifted from his heart. But he was also uneasy, wondering how he would face Lin Xiumei in the future. Lost in thought, he chatted idly with Li Xiangyu.

It was getting late when a maid came to the door and said, "Miss, Master has instructed me to invite you to Tingyu Pavilion for dinner."

"I know, you go back first, tell Father we'll be there soon." Li Xiangyu finished speaking and went into the inner room to invite Lin Xiumei. "Mother, are you feeling better? Father wants us to go for dinner." "Ah!" "I don't really want to eat, so I won't go. You and Yihang go," Lin Xiumei replied softly from her bed. Li Xiangyu reluctantly came out and said to Zhuo Yihang, "Mother doesn't want to go. Let's go first." Zhuo Yihang sighed inwardly, knowing that Lin Xiumei couldn't face him now and felt extremely ashamed, but he didn't know what to do. He could only nod silently, "Alright, let's go then. Don't keep Uncle waiting." So the two of them walked out of the pavilion and came to Tingyu Pavilion. The scenery here was beautiful and pleasant. Li Tianyang was already waiting there. Upon seeing the two of them, he instructed the servants to prepare a banquet. They began to eat. During the meal, Li Tianyang thanked Zhuo Yihang again and chatted with him happily, carefully inquiring about Zhuo Yihang's background and experiences. Zhuo Yihang told him the truth. Li Tianyang listened and nodded, with a smile on his face. He looked like a future father-in-law looking at his son-in-law, which made Li Xiangyu blush and act coquettishly. The meal lasted for two hours. After finishing, it was already late at night. So Li Tianyang summoned servants to escort Zhuo Yihang to the VIP room on the east side of the manor to rest. Li Xiangyu also returned to her own room.

Zhuo Yihang and the maid named Mei'er went to the east wing. After Mei'er tidied up the room for him, she said, "Young master, please rest early. This servant will take her leave," bowed, and left.

It was late at night, and Zhuo Yihang took off his clothes and went to bed, wanting to rest. However, because he had just drunk quite a bit of wine, the effects of the alcohol were rising, and he felt hot all over and couldn't fall asleep. He unconsciously thought of Lin Xiumei's beautiful face, soft body, and full, jade-like breasts, and the desire that had not been completely quelled within him burned fiercely again.

He tossed and turned, feeling extremely uncomfortable.

Suddenly, he heard a 'creak,' and the door was pushed open. Looking up, he saw that it was Li Xiangyu.

Zhuo Yihang sat up and asked, "Yu-mei, why are you here? Why aren't you asleep so late?" "Ah, I was worried about your injuries and couldn't sleep, so I came to check on you. Does your injury still hurt?" Li Xiangyu hurriedly came to the bedside and helped Zhuo Yihang sit down.

"Oh, much better. This dragon's breath grass is indeed a holy medicine for healing. I can't feel any pain now." "That's good. You have no idea how worried I was. By the way, Brother Hang, please don't be so competitive in the future, or if something happens to you, I... I..." As she spoke, her eyes reddened, and she choked up.

Zhuo Yihang hurriedly said, "Good sister, don't cry. I'll listen to you. Ah! Don't cry." He hugged Li Xiangyu in his arms, gently stroking her shoulders and comforting her continuously.

As he held her, he felt Li Xiangyu's body burning hot, exuding a unique and refreshing fragrance. Zhuo Yihang, already burning with desire, was now even more aroused. He couldn't help but lower his head and kiss Li Xiangyu's sweet lips. His hands began to roam and caress her body restlessly, gradually increasing the pressure. Under his caresses, Li Xiangyu slowly became intoxicated, her tongue gently darting out, her slender hands encircling Zhuo Yihang's neck, yielding to his advances. At the same time, her legs snaked around Zhuo Yihang's waist, twisting from side to side. Encouraged by this, Zhuo Yihang didn't hold back. He gently placed her on the bed, leaned down, and pressed his body against hers. With one hand free, he skillfully and quickly removed Li Xiangyu's clothes, revealing a body that could drive any normal man mad. Her curves were exquisite, her breasts firm and full, her skin snow-white, her breasts firm and full, her abdomen smooth and flat, with lush pubic hair and a beautiful vulva opening and closing as if beckoning his caresses. Although Zhuo Yihang had seen this captivating sight countless times, he was still overwhelmed, his mouth dry. He stripped off his own clothes, gently parted Li Xiangyu's long legs, and buried his head to kiss her alluring labia, sucking and nibbling wildly, his tongue swirling inside her. At the same time, his right index finger pressed against her beautiful vulva, rubbing and tugging in circles.

Li Xiangyu couldn't withstand such stimulation. Her clitoris felt like it was being electrocuted, and her vagina felt like a thousand ants were crawling inside her, itchy, tingling, and numb. A series of intense pleasures assaulted her body, her pores opening wide. Her hands frantically rubbed her swollen breasts as she

pleaded softly, "Ah, oh, Hang-ge, I can't take it anymore! Quick, help me, Hang-ge, I want it!" At this moment, Zhuo Yihang raised his head, his mouth covered in the fluids flowing from Li Xiangyu's vagina. He swirled his tongue and swallowed the nectar, gently chuckling, "Yu-mei, don't worry, I'll comfort you with my treasure right away." He took Li Xiangyu's hand and placed it on his hard, enormous jade pestle, laughing, "Look, it's all ready. It'll definitely make you feel like you're in heaven, hehe." Li Xiangyu felt the jade pestle in her hand was burning hot, like a red-hot iron. She could only grasp half of it with one hand, and exclaimed in surprise, "Ah! How did it get so big? Brother Hang, I'm a little scared. Will my little hole be able to handle it?" Zhuo Yihang chuckled, "So, do you still want it? Ah, if you don't, I'll...hehe." "No, no, no, I want it, I want it! My little hole is so itchy, good brother, hurry up! I'm so uncomfortable!" Li Xiangyu pleaded.

Seeing this, Zhuo Yihang stopped teasing her. He lifted the huge jade pestle with one hand, bent down, and pressed it against Li Xiangyu's delicate body. He rubbed the glans against the entrance of her wet hole a few times, getting a little bit of the fluid on it, and then aimed at the entrance. With a thrust of his waist, he plunged it in with a "plop." The glans pressed tightly against her clitoris.

Li Xiangyu's long-empty vagina was suddenly filled to bursting, the penis pressed tightly against the walls of her flesh, so full, so tight. She cried out in pleasure, "Oh, oh, so good! Brother Hang, your baby is so amazing, move a little!"

Receiving such praise from the beauty, Zhuo Yihang was extremely excited. He took a deep breath and began to move, but instead of forcefully thrusting, he innovatively swayed his hips, his jade pestle rhythmically stirring in the narrow, tight vagina.

It was like grinding ink, except that what came out was not ink, but vaginal fluid.

Under such pampering, Li Xiangyu was already aroused, panting heavily. Although she enjoyed it very much, her vagina was also even more itchy, and the stimulation of this painful pleasure made her whole body go limp. Unable to hold back her loud moans, "

Ahhh, Brother Enhang, I can't take it anymore! Hurry, hurry, thrust harder into me!" Seeing that the foreplay was complete and Li Xiangyu's desire had fully erupted, Zhuo Yihang didn't hesitate any longer. He suddenly pulled out his jade pestle, spread Li Xiangyu's plump labia with both hands, aimed briefly, and then forcefully thrust it into her overflowing, lustful cave again. He began to thrust wildly.

"Ah!" Li Xiangyu cried out in pleasure, "Oh, oh, good! Brother Hang, you're so good, it feels so good inside me! Hurry! Harder!" At the same time, her buttocks kept thrusting, trying her best to meet Zhuo Yihang's bombardment.

Zhuo Yihang listened to Li Xiangyu's moans and felt extremely satisfied, thrusting even harder, and for a moment the room was filled with the sounds of "splish splashing."

The two made love passionately for a full hour, finally approaching the peak of their desire. Zhuo Yihang felt his glans begin to tingle, his seminal gate loosening. He immediately intensified his thrusts, his jade pestle moving rapidly inside her. After dozens more thrusts, the floodgates finally opened, and his glans trembled violently, spurting out a large amount of semen with a "plop, plop, plop."

Li Xiangyu was struck in the heart of her flower by this scalding semen, feeling as if she had ascended to heaven. Her clitoris contracted rapidly, and her vaginal fluids gushed out. The two cried out wildly, reaching the pinnacle of bliss together.

Chapter Three: Night of Terror

After the lovemaking, Li Xiangyu felt languid all over and soon fell into a deep sleep. Zhuo Yihang, however, felt unusually awake and couldn't fall asleep. He could only lie quietly to the side, savoring the moving sensation of their previous ecstasy. Looking at Li Xiangyu's lying body, for some reason, the sorrowful and beautiful face of Lin Xiumei flashed through his mind, leaving him feeling completely lost.

Just as he was lost in thought, a soft "click" sounded outside the window. Zhuo Yihang jolted awake, sitting up abruptly.

"Who!?" he cried out, quickly dressing and leaping out the window. He looked around, wanting to see what was going on. Outside, all was quiet, the moonlight sparse, the shadows of the trees swaying—not a single person

in sight. Zhuo Yihang couldn't help but chuckle, inwardly scolding himself for overreacting. He shook his head and turned to go back inside, but just as he reached the doorway, a soft laugh came from a large tree not far behind him. "What an idiot! I'm right here! Fool!"

Zhuo Yihang hurriedly turned to look up at the tree and saw a petite figure perched there. Because of the dim light, he couldn't make out the person's features.

Hearing the man's mocking words, Zhuo Yihang flew into a rage. "Where did this little thief come from, sneaking around like this? If you dare, come down and meet me, and see who you are!"

"Oh, a defeated opponent dares to spout such arrogant words, hehe, you have no shame!" The person in the tree laughed again. It was the woman in purple

from that afternoon. "It's you! Don't run away if you dare, I'll fight you three hundred more times!" After saying that, he leaped towards the woman's hiding place, arriving at the tree in the blink of an eye. He looked up but couldn't see her. Just as he was about to search around, he heard the woman in purple's voice coming from the side room again

, "Hehe, brave young master, I'm here! Come and catch me! Hehehe!" Another clear, sweet laugh.

Zhuo Yihang was now furious, his face turning ashen. He had never been so insulted since he started out, especially by such an ignorant little woman. With a roar, he rushed towards the woman in purple like lightning.

This time, the woman in purple didn't immediately flee. Instead, she stood there motionless, a faint smile playing on her lips. Just as Zhuo Yihang was about to catch up, she suddenly leaped onto the roof, turned back, and laughed, "Come on! Let's see if you can catch me, hehe!" With that, she used her lightness skill to escape towards the back of the manor.

Zhuo Yihang immediately gave chase. The woman seemed to be deliberately teasing him, always fleeing at a leisurely pace. Just when she thought she was about to be caught, she would suddenly accelerate, creating some distance between them, but not too far. Enraged, Zhuo Yihang gritted his teeth and chased desperately. The two figures flashed across the night sky, unknowingly arriving at the manor's back garden.

This back garden covered about two or three acres, filled with various flowers, all rare and precious, clearly far more valuable than those planted in the valley! It was the season when white flowers were in full bloom, filling the garden with fragrance. In one particularly large patch, an unknown, exotic flower grew, its aroma so intoxicating and refreshing it was almost intoxicating! At the far end of the garden stood a solitary wooden house, its faint light still shining through despite the late hour. Something was strange.

The young woman who had run ahead entered the garden, glanced around, looked at the small wooden house, smiled enigmatically, and then vanished into the flowerbed.

Soon, Zhuo Yihang caught up, leaping into the garden and straining to see the woman. Frustrated and angry, he stamped his feet in frustration, and could only search the garden frantically, hoping to find something.

He searched the garden for a while but found no trace of the woman. Somewhat discouraged, and seeing how enchanting the flowers were, he gradually gave up the search and began to admire them. He marveled at the hundred flowers, and soon he was drawn to the most peculiar one. He walked over to examine it closely, breathing in its captivating fragrance. For a moment, he felt relaxed and happy, forgetting the reason he had come here.

Just as he was lingering there, a faint but clearly audible shouting reached his ears. Zhuo Yihang looked in the direction of the sound and saw the small house with a light on. The sound was coming from there. He immediately became suspicious, thinking, "It's so late, and someone is still awake. What are they doing?!" So he quietly crept to the small house, wanting to see what was going on. He moistened his finger with some saliva, gently poked a hole in the paper window, and peered inside. What he saw shocked him; he was stunned by what he saw.

Inside the room was a small bed, belonging to none other than the martial arts alliance leader, Li Tianyang, and his wife, Lin Xiumei.

Li Tianyang was a far cry from the suave and affable gentleman he had been during the day; his eyes were bloodshot, his face contorted in a ferocious grimace. One hand was roughly and violently pressing down on Lin Xiumei's neck as he snarled, "You slut, you bitch! Seeing that bastard Zhuo Yihang today, did you remember your old flame again? Humph! He looks exactly like you, doesn't he?

Damn it, I knew you'd come here today."

Lin Xiumei struggled desperately, her beautiful face flushed purple from difficulty breathing. She shook her head violently and hoarsely pleaded, "No! Please let me go! I wasn't thinking about him, I just... I just coughed... I wasn't feeling well and thought I'd come for a walk."

"Go away!! Bah, you shameless bitch, you're still being stubborn even now, humph! Saying you came here for a walk, damn it, there are anywhere else in this manor, why did you have to come here? Why! Why! Tell me!" With that, he swung his right hand and slapped Lin Xiumei hard across the face several times, leaving her pretty face red and swollen.

Li Tianyang continued, "Let me tell you, you came here just to see those mandalas planted in the garden, hehe! You think I don't know that every time you think of him you come here to see the flowers!

Still trying to argue, you shameless bitch!!"

At this point, Li Tianyang had gone completely mad, his eyes blazing with fury as if he wanted to devour everything. He roared and "rip!" tore open Lin Xiumei's clothes, and after a rough tearing, Lin Xiumei's clothes were reduced to pieces and scattered on the ground, revealing her fair and exquisite body.

Li Tianyang then took something from the bedside table and held it in his hand. Upon closer inspection, he realized it was the most peculiar flower in the garden. Holding the bouquet in his hand, Li Tianyang stared at it, letting out a series of sinister laughs. "Hehe! Hehe!

Didn't you want to see flowers?! Now I'll let you see them properly, look closely! Hahaha!" His laughter was chillingly cold.

Then, with one hand, he parted Lin Xiumei's thighs, his fingers parting the lush pubic hair. With the other hand, he held a flower, first rubbing it back and forth against her vulva, the petals constantly brushing against her clitoris, occasionally scattering specks of pollen. Lin Xiumei's body trembled violently, her clitoris tingling and numb from the pollen stimulation, her vulva itching unbearably. Soon, her juices flowed freely, and she moaned, "Ah! No, no! It's so itchy, so uncomfortable! Oh! Ugh!" Seeing this, Li Tianyang laughed wildly and said hatefully, "You slut, this flower has already aroused you like this. If he were here, I wonder how much more wanton you would become. Damn, this flower is so good, you should just eat it! You filthy bitch!" With that, he parted Lin Xiumei's labia with his left hand and forcefully inserted the bouquet into her vagina with his right.

Lin Xiumei felt a sharp pain in her lower body. She screamed in agony, her voice filled with anguish. Her legs twitched violently, her face turned pale, and she fainted. Blood trickled down her groin.

Li Tianyang remained unmoved, grinning maliciously as he slowly withdrew the bouquet from Lin Xiumei's vagina. His movements were incredibly slow, as if he were very satisfied with his handiwork, wanting to admire it closely. The blood-red flower stems crawled out of the opening like worms, the thorns scraping against the vaginal walls, drawing blood and even tearing at the tender flesh of her labia.

The excruciating pain awakened the unconscious Lin Xiumei, but she was too weak to struggle. She could only instinctively let out painful, pitiful groans, hissing, "Ah! Ugh!" The sounds would send chills down anyone's spine. Li Tianyang, seemingly also shaken by the pitiful groans, stopped what he was doing and stared blankly at Lin Xiumei's pale face, so beautiful and heartbreaking. Gradually, his expression changed from ferocity to hesitation and calm, finally settling into tenderness. He gently stroked Lin Xiumei's swollen face and cried, "I'm sorry, I didn't want this, but why! Why can't you forget him? So many years have passed, and you're still so devoted to him, while I've showered you with love and care, yet I haven't received a single trace of your true affection." His once calm face gradually flushed again. Red, his muscles twitching uncontrollably, his hand that had been gently stroking Lin Xiumei now began to roughly knead her limp body. His voice turned sinister again, "Do you know how much pain I've suffered all these years?! Watching my wife so unhappy every day because of another man, I hate it so much, I hate it so much!!"

As he spoke, his emotions gradually turned mad, his expression becoming ferocious, and he roared, "I want revenge, I want revenge on you two dogs, die!!"

After saying that, he unzipped his trousers, and a huge, dark penis emerged, its green stem coiled, erect in the air, throbbing incessantly, like a hungry python.

Li Tianyang held the huge penis with his hand and thrust it violently into Lin Xiumei's blood-stained vulva, his lower body thrusting wildly, the ugly penis going in and out of Lin Xiumei's already swollen vulva, making a "plop, plop" sound.

Lin Xiumei was already numb, devoid of pain, only silently enduring Li Tianyang's violence with her eyes tightly closed in humiliation, motionless, a few clear tears streaming down her cheeks.

Li Tianyang, however, showed no mercy, continuing his frenzied assault on Lin Xiumei's body, cursing like a demon, thrusting his body as if trying to tear her vagina apart.

This continued for a long time, until Li Tianyang's lust finally reached its peak. After a series of heavy breaths, his whole body trembled as he ejaculated, shooting his semen into Lin Xiumei's vagina, then collapsing to the side, panting heavily.

Lin Xiumei lay there motionless, her legs swollen and purple, some semen mixed with streaks of blood flowing from her vagina, a gruesome sight.

Outside the window, Zhuo Yihang stared blankly at this appalling scene, his mind blank, dumbfounded, as if frozen in place, unable to leave, simply standing there, not knowing what to do.

After a long while, Lin Xiumei regained consciousness. Her eyes were numb as she looked at Li Tianyang lying beside her. Without a word, she slowly struggled to her feet and staggered to a cabinet. She opened it, took out a garment, and put it on, intending to leave the wooden house.

Just as she reached the door, Li Tianyang suddenly jumped up from the bed, leaping in front of her and kneeling on the ground with a thud.

"Madam, don't go! I was wrong! I deserve to die! I don't know why I went mad and did such a heinous thing!" He kowtowed repeatedly, begging Lin Xiumei for forgiveness like a beggar. His demeanor was completely different from his previous ferocious appearance, a truly astonishing sight.

Zhuo Yihang was also jolted awake by this dramatic change and focused intently on the situation inside the house.

Lin Xiumei stared blankly at Li Tianyang, saying nothing. She just stood there woodenly. Blood from her vagina flowed down her thighs, dripping onto the ground.

Li Tianyang continued kneeling on the ground, pleading, "Madam, please forgive me for the sake of our twenty years of kindness. You know, I was truly afraid of you leaving me, afraid that the century-old curse that has hung over my Li family for a hundred years would descend upon me. I lost my mind for a moment and did such a thing." Zhuo Yihang, listening outside, was astonished. "Why is Uncle afraid that Aunt will leave him? What is this century-old curse?"

Upon hearing Li Tianyang's words, Lin Xiumei's expression changed drastically, shifting between anger, heartbreak, sorrow, and helplessness. Finally, she sighed softly, "Alas! Why do you do this? We've been husband and wife for so many years, and we have Xiang'er. How could I leave? Why are you always so fixated on that nonsensical century-old curse? Why can't you shake off this demon in your heart? I am your wife, Xiang'er's mother. How could I leave?"

Li Tianyang looked remorseful. "I'm sorry, Madam, it's my fault. I don't know why I keep thinking about it, why I can't control myself, why I go crazy, why I do such a heinous thing!!" He then let out a sigh, unable to speak.

Lin Xiumei sighed and helped Li Tianyang up. "It's alright, get up. I forgive you! Alas!"

[The End]

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