Pink Girl in Youzhou City

A young man dressed as a hunter entered the city through the city gate and stood on the bustling street, his eyes full of curiosity.

This was Wang Wenyang. After trekking through mountains and rivers, enduring wind and rain, and relying on his inquiries along the way, he had finally arrived at this giant city located in the heart of the Northern Territory. It was the capital of the Great Qing Dynasty in the Northern Territory, gathering sixty percent of the region's fortune. Furthermore, it was presided over by a legendary old monster of the royal family, whose cultivation had reached the Heavenly Realm. The entire city of Youzhou was shrouded in an invisible barrier, so although the Northern Territory was covered in snow for most of the year, upon entering the city, one felt the earth warming up, as if spring had arrived. Moreover, as the location of the imperial capital, it gathered the most powerful figures in the Northern Territory, so ordinary forces dared not easily cause trouble or create disturbances within its walls. Therefore, it was also the most prosperous and populous city in the Northern Territory.

Wang Wenyang walked along the street, occasionally seeing blond-haired, blue-eyed Western Realm mages and greatswordsmen, as well as people from other regions dressed in strange attire, though he didn't recognize them. In all his life, he had only seen Western Realm people from outside the North when he was a child

, accompanying his father to a town. At that time, missionaries from the Church of Light of the West were preaching in the North and happened to be passing through. As he walked, Wang Wenyang grew hungry and entered an inn to eat something before heading to the city lord's mansion.

Meanwhile, in a vast and imposing mansion, the sounds of passion were emanating from an inconspicuous room.

Inside, a tanned, naked man was embracing a snow-white body from behind, passionately thrusting into her. Although the woman's lips were tightly closed, a hint of pleasure appeared in her eyes.

"Fairy, although I already knew your asshole had been deflowered by your master, I didn't expect it to still be so tight. It feels so good, I can't get enough!" It was Edward who spoke.

The woman remained silent upon hearing this, her beautiful eyebrows furrowing slightly, a fleeting hint of murderous intent flashing in her bright eyes.

If Wang Wenyang were here, he would definitely recognize this woman as Fairy Qingyin from that night.

Edward pulled out, pressed Qingyin's body even lower, rubbed his penis against the lustful fluid flowing from her vagina, then held her plump and shapely buttocks with both hands and forcefully thrust his penis into Qingyin's anus. With a "plop," the tightness of her anus made Edward let out a satisfied sigh. Qingyin also couldn't help but let out a comfortable moan after Edward's thick, perfect penis entered her. But she immediately shut up, and Edward chuckled upon hearing this and continued to thrust forcefully.

Because Edward had pressed Qingyin down low to make it easier to penetrate her anus, she braced herself on the bed with her hands, her long, fair legs spread wide, making her anus level with Edward's penis.

Edward held Qingyin's plump buttocks in his hands, fucking the most beautiful woman in the North in the most comfortable position. The "slap slap" sounds of Edward's penis thrusting in and out of Qingyin's anus could be heard outside the room.

Several servants were already hiding under the window outside, eavesdropping on the commotion inside while masturbating rapidly. The servant with the larger load secretly poked a small hole in the window, peeking at the beautiful scenery inside the room while vigorously masturbating.

Edward had already noticed the commotion outside the room, but he deliberately kept quiet, letting the servants of the manor spy on him.

Qingyin, because of her injury that caused her cultivation to regress, and because she was being manipulated by Edward, did not realize that she had accidentally exposed herself to the servants.

Inside Youzhou City, Wang Wenyang, having eaten and drunk his fill, left the inn. Standing on the street, he wondered how he would get back. He had already used up the last of his silver coins while eating, and the more he thought about it, the more distressed he became.

As he walked, he found himself in front of the magnificent outer city of the Great Qing Dynasty's imperial palace. The city walls and gates were guarded by the royal guards, each one appearing to be a top-notch fighter. Wang Wenyang didn't go any further. After observing for a while, he left and headed towards his destination—the City Lord's Mansion.

After explaining his purpose, a guard from the City Lord's Mansion went inside to announce his arrival. However, Wang Wenyang waited for almost an hour before a servant in gray robes came out and told him that the City Lord summoned him.

After passing through two courtyards, Wang Wenyang was led by servants to a solemn yet simple hall. In the center of the hall sat a tall, imposing middle-aged man in a red robe and a golden five-ridged crown, embroidered with a snow crane on his chest. He exuded an air of authority. Below him stood two men: one dressed in blue robes, wearing a scholar's cap and holding a folding fan; the other clad in gleaming silver armor, tall and imposing.

Wang Wenyang knelt on one knee and respectfully said, "This humble subject greets Your Majesty the City Lord." The middle-aged man gestured for him to rise and then asked, "I heard from my servants that it was True Lord Xuanyan who asked you to deliver a message?" "That's right."

"How did you encounter him? Where did you meet him? And where is he now?" "This humble subject met him while hunting in the mountains of my hometown. He was already severely injured at that time, and I was unable to treat him, so he asked me to deliver a message to Your Majesty. As for him, he died not long after he finished speaking, and I buried him on the spot."

The middle-aged man glanced at the scholar standing to the side in the hall. The scholar understood and asked, "What message did he ask you to deliver?"

Wang Wenyang took out a token from his robes and handed it to the scholar, saying, "This is what he asked me to give you." The scholar was greatly surprised, quickly took it, examined it carefully, and then hurriedly handed it back to the middle-aged man. After reading this, the middleman's expression darkened, and he laughed angrily, "Those remnants of the Demonic Sect actually colluded with the people of the Central Plains to plot against us in the Northern Territory! They're really asking for trouble!" He turned to the general in the hall and said, "General Zhao, take three thousand elite Tiger Warriors to Dongjun and search for traces of the Demonic Sect remnants and the people from the Central Plains. Capture them alive if possible;

otherwise, kill them on the spot." General Zhao faced the middle-aged man, clasped his hands in a fist salute, and confidently replied, "Yes, sir!" Then he left the hall.

The middle-aged man then looked at Wang Wenyang, his expression softening slightly, and calmly said, "I forgot to mention, my surname is Long, and my name is Long Linyuan. You can just call me Lord Long. Continue." So, Wang Wenyang recounted the entire situation in detail, telling the truth.

After listening, Long Linyuan pondered for a moment and said, "Stay here at the mansion for now. I'll call you later." He then waved for a servant to take Wang Wenyang to rest.

Watching Wang Wenyang walk away, the scholar turned to Long Linyuan and said, "My lord, this matter is of great importance. I think this man cannot be allowed to live." After saying that, he gestured with his hand to his neck.

Long Linyuan narrowed his eyes and said after a while, "Let's keep him here for a few days. Once General Zhao sends news from Dongjun, we can verify whether this kid has been hiding anything from us or deceiving us." After a while, he muttered to himself, "The emergence of the Demon God is inevitable. Strengthening the seal can only be postponed for another ten years. But the current Daqing Dynasty is not as powerful as the Xuanwu Dynasty ten thousand years ago. It seems that the world will be in chaos sooner or later!"

The scholar looked at Long Linyuan and said, "Once the Demon God breaks the seal, not only will our Northern Territory be in danger, but the other four territories will also suffer. In my opinion, we should report the news to His Majesty the Emperor now, and have him issue an edict to inform the other six empires. Then, we should unite with the various immortal sects and the Church of Light in the Western Territory to suppress the Demon God once again. That would be the best course of action." "

Now that things have come to this, we have no choice but to do it this way."

After discussing with each other in the hall for a while, the two dispersed.

Wang Wenyang was assigned to a room at the back of the city lord's mansion, adjacent to the mansion's garden. Being an active person by nature, he soon opened the door after the servants left, intending to wander around the garden. Just as he was captivated by the exotic flowers and plants, he heard melodious music coming from the small lake beside the garden. Following the sound, Wang Wenyang saw a young woman in a pavilion by the lake, dressed in a light pink dress, her long, flowing black hair reaching her waist—a truly breathtaking sight, reminiscent of lotus petals in full bloom. The woman appeared to be around twenty years old, with a slender and graceful figure. Her face was as beautiful as the moon, her eyes clear as autumn water, her nose delicate as a snow-covered icicle, and her cherry-like lips completely mesmerized Wang Wenyang.

Looking at the woman before him, a white figure suddenly flashed into Wang Wenyang's mind—also possessing stunning beauty, but completely different in type. Qingyin was like a snow lotus atop a frigid peak, exuding an aloof and unapproachable aura. The pink-clad girl before him, however, was entirely different. Her bright eyes gave her an ethereal, otherworldly air, as if she were a celestial being descended to earth, inspiring no thought of disrespect. Wang Wenyang was gazing at her intently when a discordant voice rang out.

"Miss, Master has gone to the palace," a pretty little maidservant whispered, sneaking up to the pink-clad girl.

The girl in pink's face lit up with joy. She immediately stood up and said, "Good Shuang'er, I'll go back to my room right away. Father won't be back until midnight unless he's discussing things with the Emperor. Go to the back door and secretly bring Jianlang to my room. Be careful not to let anyone see."

The maid called Shuang'er said in a sweet voice, "I know! My young lady, I promise to bring your little lover to your room."

"Ouch! You're asking for it!" The girl in pink waved her little pink fists and chased after the maid, leaving Wang Wenyang standing there in a daze

. "God! What's wrong with this world? Why do even fairy-like people have to do such things?" Wang Wenyang sighed silently in his heart, then quietly followed her, wanting to see which room the girl in pink was staying in. As

night fell, the night sky in the Northern Territory was dark and gloomy. Apart from some food vendors on the main streets, only the mansions of wealthy families and brothels were still brightly lit.

Wang Wenyang secretly climbed onto the roof from a secluded spot in the courtyard, then carefully stepped across the tiles to the ridge. He crouched down and quietly lay prone on the roof tiles.

As a naive and inexperienced young man, full of youthful vigor, he had heard his peers boast about their experiences in the town's brothels, even recounting their romantic encounters with women.

He was extremely curious, but his family was poor and he couldn't afford to go to brothels. Furthermore, the girls in the village were scarce, and in a situation where there were far more men than women, they looked down on Wang Wenyang. Having never been educated, he not only didn't shy away from such matters of love but became even more curious.

Just then, a door was pushed open, and the woman inside ran over excitedly, hugging the young man in brocade robes who had entered. She said with a blissful, coquettish expression, "Jianlang, you've finally come! I've missed you so much!" Jianlang, with one arm around the girl in pink, gently closed the door behind him with the other, and said, "My darling Yue, I've been thinking of you all the time, but your father was here, so I didn't dare come in. Today, your father has finally gone to the palace, and I'm going to love you properly." With that, he swept the girl in pink into his arms and carried her to the bed.

On the roof, Wang Wenyang quietly moved a tile aside, creating a small gap, and peered into the room. He saw Jianlang dressed in red brocade robes with black cloud patterns, his waist-length white hair adorned with a gold hairpin, his features handsome and dashing.

He was now naked, pinning the girl in pink beneath him, unbuttoning most of her dress, his hands on her chest, burying his face in her chest and kissing her haphazardly. In the candlelight, the girl's peerless beauty was untouched by any rouge, a natural, fresh, and exquisite beauty. Her flawless, delicate cheeks were like a dream, truly a celestial being descended to earth, beyond compare. She lay sprawled, her face flushed, her breath fragrant, her jade-like arms tightly embracing the swordsman's head, allowing the man on top of her to take what he wanted.

Before long, the swordsman removed the girl's clothes. Two shy blushes floated on her peerless face, and her pair of snow-white legs added a touch of allure and charm to her holy fairy-like beauty, exuding a unique kind of temptation. Her snow-white skin was soft and delicate, her long, slender legs were shapely and well-proportioned, and her jade-like skin seemed almost transparent under the pale yellow candlelight, her whole body enveloped in a faint glow. Her hair was disheveled, and her jade cheeks gradually flushed red as Jian Lang thrust vigorously…

Unbeknownst to Wang Wenyang, a tent had already formed between his legs, and his nose felt hot. He wiped it with his hand, but the moonlight was too dark to see clearly, so he licked it with his tongue and realized that he was bleeding from his nose.

As the night deepened, the couple inside the house had already embraced and fallen asleep. On the roof outside, Wang Wenyang gently closed the tiles and quietly climbed down. Just as he was about to go back inside to rest, he suddenly turned his head and, by the faint light scattered by the lanterns on both sides of the corridor, saw an old, crooked tree a dozen steps away from the house, with a dark figure lying on it.

Wang Wenyang was startled. "Could this person have discovered that I've been spying on them from the rooftop?" But seeing the dark figure still motionless on the tree, Wang Wenyang, being bold, walked over directly.

As he approached, just as he was about to speak, the dark figure put a hand to its mouth, gesturing for silence, and then stared intently at the house, as if it could see directly into the house through the doors and windows.

Wang Wenyang wasn't in a hurry, wanting to see what the person was up to.

After a while, the person silently jumped down from the tree, beckoned to Wang Wenyang, indicating he should follow, and then walked ahead on its own. Wang Wenyang had no choice but to follow. After passing through several courtyards, they arrived at a secluded but exquisite little courtyard.

The person turned around, sat down at the stone table in the courtyard, and gestured for Wang Wenyang to sit beside them. Only then did Wang Wenyang see the man's face clearly. It was an old man with black hair, a wrinkled and thin face, and a goatee. Wang Wenyang almost thought he had encountered a ghost.

The old man stroked his beard and said, "Young friend, you look unfamiliar to me. I see no Daoist aura or magical elemental fluctuations. Who are you? What does Old Man Long want with you?" Wang Wenyang remembered Xuan Yan Zhenjun's instructions and naturally couldn't reveal the purpose of his visit. He could only say that he was a guest at the City Lord's mansion.

The old man chuckled upon hearing this, thinking to himself, "Look at your attire, kid. You think you can fool this old man?" But he said aloud, "Little brat, how is Old Man Long's daughter's skill in bed?" Wang Wenyang lowered his head in embarrassment, stammering and unable to utter a word for a long time. Seeing this, the old man laughed loudly and said, "Little boy, do you want to try that girl's skills in bed?" Wang Wenyang was shocked: "Old man, how can I do that? Miss Long is like a fairy, with such a noble body, how can I be worthy of her? Or... or..."

The old man snorted disdainfully and said, "Noble my ass, who knows how many times I've fucked that little girl's asshole in her dreams. She still thinks she's having sex with her little lover in her dreams." Wang Wenyang was utterly shocked. "What? You, old man, have fucked Miss Long's asshole? How dare you?" The old man stroked his beard and said smugly, "What wouldn't I dare? Do you know my name? Even if that old man Long knew I had fucked his daughter's asshole, he still wouldn't dare utter a sound." Seeing that Wang Wenyang didn't speak, the old man smiled sinisterly, "I am Qian Qiuye, one of the two elders of the underworld." After saying that, he eagerly prepared to see Wang Wenyang's terrified expression. To his surprise, Wang Wenyang wasn't surprised to hear the old man mention his name. Instead, he calmly replied, "I've heard of you, sir."

Qian Qiuye was furious, his beard bristling and eyes wide with anger. "What are you pretending to be, kid? You've heard of me?" But seeing Wang Wenyang's innocent eyes, Qian Qiuye became even angrier. "I really want to slap you to death!" After a while, he said angrily,

"You know the Grand Elder of the Royal Family, right? That's my elder brother, the leader of the Two Elders of the Underworld." Wang Wenyang still shook his head.

Qian Qiuye: "..."

After a while, Qian Qiuye seemed to give up, but then seemed to think of something funny, so he said with a lewd grin, "Kid, you're probably still a virgin, right? I saw you getting a nosebleed, hahaha..."

Wang Wenyang was mortified and said, "This... I... I..."

Qian Qiuye seemed to really enjoy seeing Wang Wenyang's humiliation, and laughed for a while before asking, "Kid, what's your name? Uh, I haven't known your name for so long."

"My name is Wang Wenyang."

"Oh, then I'll call you Little Wang. Little Wang, I'll take you to experience the taste of meat, wanna come?" "Uh... that's not a good idea... I don't have much silver on me." Qian Qiuye looked at Wang Wenyang with disdain and said, "How could I possibly take you to a place like that, a place of cosmetics and perfumes? The goods there can't compare to those in the palace. Come on, I'll take you into the palace right now, to feast on the emperor's delicate concubines."

Before Wang Wenyang could speak, Qian Qiuye grabbed him by the collar with one hand, lifted him up like a dog, and in a gust of wind, the courtyard was empty.

[The End]

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