Beauties in the Flames of War

The war drums of Haojing had sounded for seven days and seven nights, and the beacon fires on Mount Li had almost illuminated the entire Wei River, but the reinforcements from the feudal lords still hadn't arrived.

With a deafening roar, the towering city gates collapsed.

The Quanrong soldiers, brandishing their spears, charged into the city, their excited shouts sounding like the howls of wolves in the dead of night.

The soldiers and civilians inside the city had long lost their will to fight, and could only scatter and flee amidst the flames.

Looting, arson, and slaughter—Haojing, the symbol of the emperor's power, instantly became a living hell.

Amidst this utter defeat, there was still one army.

This was a guard composed of women, yet they possessed eyes more resolute than any man. Though only a hundred strong, their aura seemed to disregard the tens of thousands of Quanrong soldiers rampaging through the city.

At the very front of the column stood a female general, her left hand resting on a long spear, her right hand on the hilt of a sword, her two dark eyes gleaming in the darkness.

"Form ranks!" The female general waved her hand, her full breasts making her rhinoceros-hide armor appear even more voluptuous. The female soldiers' scarlet battle robes fluttered like flames, and in the blink of an eye, they formed a battle formation before the palace steps.

This decisive female general was Zheng Ji, the daughter of King Zheng Boyou, and the younger sister of the Zhou king.

Just a few hours earlier, King Zheng Boyou had decided to escort the Zhou royal palace out of the city, and Zheng Ji, to cover her father and the king, had decided to lead her guards to stay behind at the palace.

Everyone knew this was a mission certain to end their lives, but Zheng Ji and her hundred guards did not waver in the slightest.

The cheers from the Quanrong army grew louder and louder. A tall man wearing a golden crown rode a magnificent horse towards the palace. Wherever he passed, the Rong army bowed in salute. He was King Yadan of the Quanrong.

At this moment, the dark mass of the Quanrong army had fallen silent. They loomed over Zheng Ji and her female warriors like a dark cloud, the calm before the storm oppressively heavy.

Yadan glanced at the stubbornly resisting female soldiers and couldn't help but burst into laughter. With a flick of her wrist, the tip of her whip cracked sharply in the air.

Like a thunderclap piercing the dark clouds, a thousand-strong cavalry charged towards the palace with shouts.

A whistling sound followed, and a deluge of javelins flew like locusts towards the female soldiers before the palace gates.

"Raise shields!" Under Zheng Ji's command, the female soldiers raised their shields, forming a shield wall.

Javelins struck the shields like hailstones, creating a crackling sound.

Through the gaps in the shields,

javelins pierced the female warriors' leather armor, tearing their flesh. The fallen female warriors, now unprotected, immediately became prey for the javelins; a dozen javelins pierced her full breasts, flat abdomen, rounded legs, and even her most intimate parts were pierced through.

After two volleys of javelins, the Rong cavalry began their charge.

The stone steps effectively limited the cavalry's charge, and the female soldiers wielded their long spears, felling the invaders one by one.

Waves of Quanrong cavalry charged at Zheng Ji and her female soldiers, but they stood firm like rocks.

The white banners on her helmets were now stained red with blood, and Zheng Ji, clad in a red robe, was like a whirlwind of flames, relentlessly tearing apart any Quanrong soldiers who dared approach her.

The Quanrong king, Yadan, looked at the beautiful and powerful Zheng Ji and couldn't help but nod slightly; this female general's bravery surpassed even that of men.

After several charges, the steps below were piled high with the corpses of Quanrong soldiers, and the mutilated limbs of the female soldiers almost covered the entire stone staircase.

Zheng Ji wiped the blood from her face, panting heavily.

She looked back at the remaining twenty-odd female soldiers behind her; they were also wounded and exhausted, and it seemed that one more charge would be enough for them to collapse.

Just then, Zheng Ji saw a strange man speaking to the Quanrong king.

While described as an oddity, he wasn't actually strange-looking. His physique was noticeably thinner than that of the Quanrong people, yet he wore the same baggy leather clothing as other Rong tribesmen, making him appear somewhat odd.

His skin wasn't as dark as other Rong people, and his features were more like those of people from the Central Plains.

After careful observation, Zheng Ji recognized him as Shen Yi, a minister of the Shen state.

At that moment, Shen Yi was gesturing and conversing with the Quanrong king in the Rong language, which Zheng Ji couldn't understand at all.

It turned out that Shen Yi had discovered the anomaly in the palace and was urging King Yadan of the Rong to pursue the Zhou king.

Yadan stroked his short beard and asked, "How do you know the King of Zhou has escaped?" Shen Yi replied, "The Duke of Zheng is the King of Zhou's most valiant general and is highly trusted by him.

Now that he is not here guarding the palace, he must have escorted the King of Zhou to safety.

" "Hmm, that makes sense. So where do you think they would have fled to?" "Haojing is surrounded on the northwest and south sides, with only the east side being weakly defended.

The Duke of Zheng must have escorted the King of Zhou out of the east gate and fled to the state of Zheng.

" King Yadan of the Quanrong nodded slightly, flicked his riding whip, and shouted, "Boding, take your men and follow me to pursue the King of Zhou.

Shen Yi, you are in charge of the troops here. Make sure to capture that female general alive!" After saying this, Yadan took the lead and charged out towards the east gate, with the dark mass of Quanrong troops following him in a swarm.

Under Shen Yi's command, the remaining troops surrounded Zheng Ji's remnants. Zheng Ji wiped the blood from her face and asked, "Is that Doctor Shen Yi over there?" Shen Yi stepped forward, bowed, and said, "Your Highness Zheng Ji has good eyesight. Your subject Shen Yi greets Your Highness.

" Although Shen Yi was bowing to Zheng Ji, his expression was extremely arrogant; it seemed more like he was mocking her than bowing.

Zheng Ji glared at Shen Yi and shouted, "Shen Yi, as a minister of Shen, you are a subject of the Great Zhou! Yet you lead the Quanrong to attack the Emperor! Why don't you repent and wait for the reinforcements from the feudal lords to arrive so you can die a horrible death!" Shen Yi sneered, "The Emperor is tyrannical, favoring his concubine, and has already lost the trust of the world. The feudal lords will not come.

Your Highness, you should surrender, otherwise you will be the one to die a horrible death.

" Zheng Ji roared, "Bah! Traitorous subject! I think you're delusional!" With that, Zheng Ji hurled her bronze sword, the gleaming blade flying with a gust of wind towards Shen Yi's face.

Shen Yi, startled, quickly ducked, only to have his fur hat slashed off by the bronze sword.

Shen Yi broke out in a cold sweat. He touched his head and roared, "Fine! You ungrateful wretch! Slingers, charge!" At Shen Yi's command, hundreds of slingers swarmed forward. A hail of stones struck the shields of the female soldiers, shattering their already broken formation like a crab shell. One after another, the female soldiers were knocked to the ground by the flying stones.

Zheng Ji was still directing the female soldiers' counterattack when suddenly a flying stone struck her helmet.

Zheng Ji felt a dizzying sensation, her vision went black, and she fainted.

The eastern sky was beginning to lighten, and the jolting chariot carried the disheveled Zhou Emperor fleeing towards the sunrise.

Just then, the faint sound of thunderous hooves and the shouts of Quanrong soldiers came from the darkness behind them.

Zhou King Gong Nie turned around and could vaguely see the figures of Quanrong knights leaping about in the dark night.

He held the beauty in his arms tightly and turned to look at Zheng Bo on another chariot. "Uncle, the Quanrong are catching up. What should we do?" The white-haired Zheng Bo felt as if his heart was being stabbed by a knife. Since the Quanrong had caught up, his beloved daughter had probably already died in battle.

Zheng Bo gripped his long halberd tightly, gritting his teeth as he said, "Your Majesty, proceed eastward immediately! This old minister will cover your retreat.

" With that, Zheng Bo led the few remaining chariots into the black torrent behind him.

The resolute old general was like a boulder thrown into the tide, instantly creating a massive wave, but quickly submerged in its surging torrent.

The swift cavalry soon caught up with the Zhou king's chariot. The ferocious pursuers dragged King Gong Nie from the chariot and hacked him to pieces, while the young Crown Prince Bofu was thrown to his death beneath the chariot. Only

a stunningly beautiful young woman remained on the wrecked chariot.

Her delicate face and graceful figure left the surrounding Quanrong soldiers staring blankly at her, none willing to step forward and kill her.

Bao Si watched her husband and son die before her eyes, her face showing no fear or sorrow.

She had experienced too many tragedies since childhood; she wasn't strong, but rather numb.

Bao Si sat calmly on the chariot, her face expressionless, as if she saw nothing around her.

Shen Yi, as an envoy of the Shen state, had made a pact with Ya Dan when he came to the Quanrong: after conquering Haojing, he must kill Prince Bofu of the Zhou royal palace and the infamous concubine Bao Si.

Ya Dan, as the Quanrong king, was bound by his word.

He spurred his horse, raised his bronze sword, and charged towards Bao Si.

At that moment, a bizarre scene unfolded: Bao Si, who had been expressionless, smiled sweetly at him.

Facing impending death, Bao Si felt a strange joy; her painful life could finally end.

A heartfelt joy brought a long-lost smile to her face.

Ya Dan, looking at the smiling Bao Si, felt his mind go blank. His wildly pounding heart felt as if a giant hand had suddenly gripped and squeezed it tightly—a suffocating feeling he had never experienced before.

He froze as if under a spell, oblivious to the sword slipping from his grasp.

The sharp blade slashed a long gash across the warhorse, causing it to rear up and throw Yadan to the ground.

Yadan, seemingly oblivious, lay there gazing up at Bao Si's smile.

The rising sun cast a soft glow on Bao Si from behind.

Yadan had never seen such a beautiful smile; even the legendary goddesses couldn't compare.

The Quanrong general, Boding, snapped out of his daze and helped Yadan to his feet.

Yadan adjusted his golden crown, then scooped Bao Si from the chariot into his arms.

Feeling the warmth and fragrance of her in his embrace, Yadan couldn't help but laugh heartily. Having such a beauty made him happier than conquering ten cities like Haojing.

(II) When Yadan returned to Haojing with the beauty in his arms, the resistance in the city had already been quelled.

The palace maids and captured female soldiers were bound and kneeling in the spacious and magnificent hall, while Zheng Ji, who had been knocked unconscious by a flying stone, was tied to a table before the throne.

Her armor had been stripped off, leaving only a bright red battle robe. Her hands and feet were tied behind her back, her supple waist bent into an arc.

The soldiers placed her neatly on the table, making her look like a sacrifice offered to the gods.

Manyesu was a chieftain of the Quanrong tribe. He had seven wives, but even all seven of them combined couldn't compare to a single finger of Zheng Ji.

Looking at Zheng Ji laid out before him like a sacrifice, Manyesu's saliva almost dripped to his feet.

Shen Yi, seeing Man Yesu approaching Zheng Ji with a hurried expression, reminded him, "Chief Man Yesu, this woman is what your king desires. You'd better not touch her.

" Man Yesu laughed heartily and said, "Don't worry, she's just a prisoner of war. The king won't blame her.

If you like, you can come and play with her too.

Hahaha.

" As he spoke, Man Yesu casually sat on the throne, rubbing his large, rough hands together, preparing to enjoy the offering before him.

He cupped Zheng Ji's buttocks in his hands and kneaded them. The smooth silk wrapped around her firm buttocks, a wonderful sensation that Man Yesu had never experienced before.

He impatiently lifted Zheng Ji's battle skirt, and her alluring buttocks, wrapped in snow-white underpants, looked like clouds in the sky.

Because her legs were bent behind her back and bound, Zheng Ji's buttocks appeared even more pert, and her two buttocks were even more tightly pressed together.

Man Yesu slipped a finger between Zheng Ji's buttocks through her smooth underpants. The soft, elastic flesh tightly enveloped his finger, making him feel as if it were melting into her flesh.

"Hahaha, it feels so good even before I'm inside, this chick is truly exquisite.

" Man Yesu said, as he continued to push his finger forward, gently teasing Zheng Ji's tight anus through the thin silk.

With each back-and-forth of his finger, Man Yesu felt the tight folds contract rhythmically, as if trying to escape his teasing.

Man Yesu found it increasingly amusing, and with a forceful thrust, he managed to push a knuckle into Zheng Ji's anus through her underpants.

Zheng Ji, seemingly aware of the discomfort in her lower body, suddenly arched her back, her raised toe kicking Man Yesu in the nose.

Man Yesu then noticed Zheng Ji's small, upturned feet. Zheng Ji's feet were indeed small; even in her boots, they were only slightly larger than Man Yesu's large hands.

Zheng Ji's boots were exquisitely crafted, the calfskin adorned with golden auspicious cloud patterns, exuding both composure and nobility. The slightly upturned toes made her small feet look exceptionally playful.

Man Yesu reached out and removed Zheng Ji's boots and socks, revealing her delicate, white feet, as if sculpted from jade.

Because her ankles were bound, the somewhat bloodless skin appeared even whiter, and the prominent veins beneath the skin seemed even more engorged. Man Yesu couldn't resist sticking out his tongue and licking along the curved arch of her foot.

The soft sole, the smooth instep, and the elastic veins—every inch of skin was incredibly alluring to Man Yesu.

He grabbed Zheng Ji's slender ankle with his left hand and took half of her foot into his mouth.

Zheng Ji had just experienced a fierce battle; her tender feet, encased in leather boots, were covered in a fine sheen of sweat.

Man Yesu's large mouth enveloped half of Zheng Ji's foot, his thick tongue sweeping across it like a broom. The girl's sweat mixed with the unique scent of her leather boots, creating a strange flavor in his mouth.

The sweet and sour taste, combined with the smooth texture, made Man Yesu feel as if he were eating a piece of the finest cheese, not a girl's tender foot.

Licking and sucking were no longer enough for the intoxicated Man Yesu; he snapped his large teeth shut and actually began to chew on Zheng Ji's foot as if it were cheese.

Zheng Ji, who had been tormented for a long time, had regained some of her senses when the sharp pain in her foot jolted her awake.

Before she could understand her situation, she turned around and saw a burly Quanrong man holding and gnawing on her foot.

From a very young age, Zheng Ji had heard that the Quanrong were monsters who ate human flesh. Now, seeing her own foot being held in someone's mouth, feeling the flesh being torn apart by their teeth, a chill suddenly rose in her heart.

Although she was a brave female warrior, she was still terrified of being eaten alive by barbarians.

Startled, Zheng Ji screamed and struggled to break free from Man Yesu's bite. However, the force was too great, and her bound body tumbled off the table.

Zheng Ji's full breasts, constricted by the ropes, bulged high, and with the fall, she clearly felt them slam against the floor tiles and be compressed into two round discs by the weight of her body.

Although it was only for a moment, the intense pain made her wonder if her breasts had burst.

Man Yesu watched as the once valiant female general now struggled on the ground like a frightened lamb, a sense of conquest rising within him.

He lifted Zheng Ji and placed her back on the table, grabbing her tender feet and beginning to lick them again.

Shen Yi, who had been watching with fervent desire, also stepped forward and began to caress Zheng Ji's soft buttocks.

Zheng Ji, now fully aware of the situation, knew that struggling was futile and could only curse resentfully, "Shen Yi, you treacherous dog, you've committed treason! Heaven will surely punish you!" Shen Yi, while groping the beauty, sneered, "Treason? Well said, Your Highness! Today, I will indeed commit treason!" With that, Shen Yi ripped Zheng Ji's underpants in two.

He spread her white buttocks apart, her anus still slightly red from the recent ravaging by

Man Yesu. Shen Yi lowered his head, spat twice into the center of her anus, and, using the saliva as lubrication, inserted his index finger into her rear.

Faced with this sudden violation, Zheng Ji's muscles stiffened, her tightly contracted anus almost snapping Shen Yi's finger.

Shen Yi smiled slightly, gently massaging Zheng Ji's smooth, soft intestinal walls with his fingertips. His nimble knuckles twisted and turned within Zheng Ji's warm intestines, constantly teasing this strong female warrior.

Zheng Ji frowned deeply, clenching her teeth to resist the aching and soreness in her lower body. However, what bothered her more than this discomfort was being played with in public. She could only grit her teeth and endure, trying her best not to make a sound.

But as Shen Yi gently massaged, the initial pain of the penetration disappeared, replaced by a strange, tingling sensation.

Zheng Ji felt a warm current gradually rising from her being played with in her anus. The warm current expanded, flowing into her lower abdomen, wrapping around her vagina and uterus, which were separated from her rectum by only a thin layer of flesh.

A strange feeling, like the urge to urinate, spread from her lower body.

This feeling, which was both comfortable and stimulating yet also shameful, filled her with inexplicable fear. Her soft body began to wriggle slightly, trying to escape Shen Yi's teasing.

But Shen Yi wasn't about to let her go. His fingers kneaded Zheng Ji's rectum even more vigorously.

Zheng Ji struggled on the table but couldn't escape his clutches. The friction made her nipples feel hot.

Zheng Ji's breathing became more and more rapid, and a series of moans escaped from her small nose.

Shen Yi inserted two fingers into Zheng Ji's anus, rotating and thrusting them, stirring her tender intestines until they churned. The slippery intestinal walls writhed with his fingers.

He then slipped his other hand inside Zheng Ji's clothes, pinching and twisting her sensitive nipples. Under his two-pronged teasing, Zheng Ji's body tensed like a fully drawn bow, every muscle trembling at a high frequency.

Just then, Shen Yi suddenly pinched Zheng Ji's engorged nipple hard with his fingernail, while simultaneously twisting a section of intestinal wall with his two fingers inside her anus.

"Ah—," Zheng Ji, stimulated intensely, stretched her fair neck and let out a scream that was hard to tell whether it was pain or pleasure.

Her body, like a fully drawn bow, released all the pent-up power, a whirlwind of trembling engulfing her entire being. A stream of clear fluid gushed from her crotch like an arrow.

Shen Yi withdrew his two fingers, glistening with a pale yellow mucus. When the two fingers were separated, they stretched out like threads from a sliced lotus root.

Shen Yi pinched Zheng Ji's chin and inserted his fingers into her mouth, wiping the mucus with her soft tongue.

A foul stench filled Zheng Ji's mouth, making her gag. She shook her head desperately but couldn't break free from Shen Yi's large hand.

Shen Yi wiped his fingers clean and looked at Zheng Ji with a lewd expression, saying, "How is it, Princess Zheng Ji? Doesn't it feel good to be defied?" Zheng Ji just breathed heavily. She had neither the strength nor the mood to refute. The worst thing was that under Shen Yi's ravaging, she really felt an unprecedented pleasure. This pleasure lingered in her body and made this poor female warrior completely lose her ground to refute.

(III) Just then, the Quanrong soldiers outside the hall cheered. King Yadan of Quanrong, riding a white horse and wearing a golden crown, had returned to Haojing.

He rode his horse, holding his beautiful concubine in his arms, and circled around the hall several times, showing off his spoils to his soldiers.

Zheng Ji saw that the one in Yadan's arms was Bao Si, and knew that her old father must have died for his country.

Thinking of this, Zheng Ji felt a tightness in her chest, and her vision went black and she fainted again.

Shen Yi and Man Yesu left the unconscious Zheng Ji and went out of the hall to greet Yadan.

Having boasted enough, Yadan dismounted, carrying Bao Si, and entered the main hall.

Looking at the rows of kneeling female prisoners, Yadan laughed loudly, "Manyesu, give all these women to the children, let everyone have some fun!" The ravenous Rong soldiers cheered and pounced on the female prisoners in the hall. The men's lewd laughter and the women's cries transformed the once solemn hall into a scene of hell.

Shen Yi stepped forward, eager to claim credit, and said, "Your Highness, Zheng Ji has been captured alive.

" Yadan glanced at Zheng Ji, who was tied to the table, and said, "Oh, well done.

This woman is yours to enjoy as you please.

" He had originally intended to have his way with this valiant female general, but compared to Bao Si in his arms, Zheng Ji immediately seemed like a common, ordinary woman.

Shen Yi seemed about to say something more, but Ya Dan waved his hand and said, "We'll talk later. I want to enjoy this beauty first. You can all have some fun, hahaha.

" With that, Ya Dan put his arm around Bao Si's waist and led her towards the bedchamber.

The Zhou King's bedchamber was still warm and luxurious. Sitting on the silk-covered bed, Bao Si stretched out a slender finger and ran it across the curtains hanging in front of her.

Just yesterday, when she lifted the curtains, she was the Queen of the Great Zhou; today, she was a lowly prisoner of war.

In truth, she didn't care much about this change of status. Whether queen or prisoner of war, she was nothing more than a plaything in a man's hands. Who the master was made no difference to her.

Compared to Bao Si's calmness, Ya Dan appeared rather disheveled.

He frantically tore at his leather robe and armor, snapping some tangled straps with his large hands.

His impatient manner completely lacked the composure and restraint expected of a conqueror.

A pungent, fishy stench filled the air as Ya Dan, stripped naked, pounced on Bao Si onto the bed. Bao Si wrinkled her nose and turned her head away.

Ya Dan, seeing the slight disgust on Bao Si's face, seemed quite excited; at least this icy beauty was no longer the lifeless creature she had been moments before.

Ya Dan quickly tore off Bao Si's clothes, and his large penis entered her body, beginning its rampage.

Having long been accustomed to passive acceptance, Bao Si had learned the art of surviving oppression.

She subtly shifted her body, making her position more comfortable.

Each of Ya Dan's brutal thrusts caused Bao Si's lower body to ache as if it were being torn apart, so she writhed with the rhythm of his thrusts, trying to lessen the impact.

"Mmm, mmm, damn, so good.

Little beauty, are you comfortable? If you are, smile.

" Ya Dan thrust relentlessly while pinching Bao Si's smooth face. He desperately wanted her to smile, but her face remained as calm as still water.

"Damn it! Smile, smile!" Ya Dan snapped, gripping Bao Si's slender waist with both hands, his fingers seemingly digging into her flesh.

Bao Si was held captive and couldn't move an inch. Ya Dan's manipulation intensified; his thick, hard penis slammed into her clitoris with every thrust, the egg-sized glans almost reaching her uterus.

Ya Dan felt frustrated. Whenever he did this to the burly Quanrong women, they would scream and laugh incessantly, but this little beauty refused to smile at him, only frowning and biting her lip, enduring his brutality.

The more Ya Dan thought about it, the more suffocated he became. He could only vent his frustration by thrusting into Bao Si with all his might.

Ya Dan manipulated Bao Si for the entire morning.

At noon, he brought Bao Si back to the main hall.

There, Zheng Ji's clothes had been stripped off, her snow-white body hanging upside down on a wooden frame, swaying back and forth with Man Yesu's thrusts.

Several Quanrong leaders were gathered around her, fondling her alluring body.

Not far from Zheng Ji were more than a dozen open wooden chests, filled with treasures Ya Dan had never seen in her life.

Shen Yi stepped forward and said, "Your Highness, these are the treasures that King Zhou has kept for many years.

According to your agreement with Marquis Shen, they all belong to you now.

" Ya Dan laughed heartily, "Hahaha, wonderful! This time, not only have I obtained these treasures, but I've also captured the most beautiful woman in the world! It's all thanks to you, Shen Yi!

Hahahaha!

" Shen Yi humbly replied, "Your Highness is too kind. There's something I must remind you of.

This Bao Si is a vixen; her smile brings disaster and is cursed by the gods."

"At this moment, Man Yesu had just sown his seed into Zheng Ji's body. He grabbed a piece of silk and wiped his penis while saying, 'Doctor Shen Yi, if you want us to get rid of Bao Si, you can just say so. Why make up such a bizarre excuse?' Ya Dan echoed, 'Man Yesu is right.

Shen Yi, don't worry, I will take her to the Quanrong so that she can never return to Zhou. Wouldn't that be the same as killing her for you?' Seeing that Ya Dan had no intention of killing Bao Si, Shen Yi had no choice but to nod in agreement. He pointed to the throne and said, 'Your Highness, you must be hungry after a long day. We have prepared a feast for you according to the Zhou emperor's regulations.

' Ya Dan looked at the throne and saw nine steaming bronze cauldrons neatly arranged in front of it."

Yadan sat on his throne and looked into the nine bronze cauldrons. Inside each cauldron was, in order: a section of roasted woman's thigh, a whole roasted woman's buttocks, several breasts deep-fried to a golden brown, several boiled, tender white hands, several crispy roasted feet, a vagina and uterus cooked over charcoal, boiled woman's ribs, a meat broth made from woman's flesh, and a soup made from a pair of tender feet.

It turned out that several captured female soldiers, too badly wounded to withstand the brutality of the Quanrong soldiers, had been raped to death. Manyesu, not wanting to waste such beautiful flesh, had come up with the idea of using their flesh to create delicacies, which were then placed in the nine cauldrons for Yadan to enjoy.

Yadan was overjoyed at the sight of the nine delicacies. He tasted each item in the cauldrons, finding the roasted meat sweet and the boiled meat delicious. He was especially delighted by the carefully prepared uterus and vagina, which were not only flavorful but also chewy—truly the most delicious food he had ever tasted in his life.

As Yadan was devouring the food, he suddenly thought of his beautiful concubine, Bao Si. He imagined she would be overjoyed if she tasted this delicacy too.

With that thought, Yadan pulled Bao Si close, grabbed a piece of her vagina, and held it to her lips, gesturing for her to eat it.

Bao Si, however, had no courage to eat human flesh and simply shook her head repeatedly.

Just then, Zheng Ji, who was hanging to one side, suddenly shouted, "You scoundrels! You are not allowed to force her! Queen, don't be afraid, don't eat that meat.

" Ya Dan was slightly taken aback and asked, "Shen Yi, what did she say?" "Your Highness, she told Bao Si not to eat women's flesh.

" Ya Dan said angrily, "Not letting my beauty eat? Humph! Shen Yi, go and feed her!" "Yes.

" Shen Yi agreed, ladled a bowl of meat soup and placed it in front of Zheng Ji, saying, "Your Highness Zheng Ji, you've been working hard all day. If you don't want to starve to death, eat this.

" Zheng Ji glared fiercely at Shen Yi. Although she didn't want to die, she could never bring herself to eat the flesh of her own kind to survive.

Zheng Ji suddenly slammed her head forward, trying to knock over the bowl of meat soup, but Shen Yi quickly dodged.

"Hmph, you don't want to eat? Then I'll feed you!" With that, Shen Yi took a big mouthful of meat soup and brought it to Zheng Ji's lips.

Zheng Ji shook her head, trying to get away, but Shen Yi grabbed her hair and yanked it back hard. Zheng Ji cried out in pain and was forced to tilt her head back.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Shen Yi pinched her chin, pried open Zheng Ji's mouth, and shoved his greasy lips directly into her mouth.

"Ugh...ugh..." Zheng Ji's eyes widened in terror, and she made a series of indistinct cries.

She felt some salty liquid slowly flowing into her mouth; it was meat broth made from the flesh of her own kind.

Zheng Ji struggled violently like a frightened rabbit, but all she got in return was the men's frenzied laughter.

The delicious meat broth slowly flowed through the gap between their lips. Zheng Ji, who had been starving all day, had an unusually sensitive sense of taste. She could even feel the fine bits of meat teasing her taste buds like tiny hands.

If only this weren't human flesh soup, but now Zheng Ji only felt an indescribable fishy stench mixed with the savory aroma of the soup. Its smooth texture made her feel as if maggots were wriggling towards her throat.

"Ugh, ugh... ugh..." Zheng Ji felt a spasm in her stomach; her body was violently resisting the flesh of her own kind. She hurriedly stuck out her tongue to block the flow of the soup.

Shen Yi felt a trembling, soft flesh being inserted between his lips and immediately extended his tongue to meet it.

Shen Yi's thick tongue flicked back and forth against Zheng Ji's tongue tip, and Zheng Ji could only stubbornly keep her tongue taut to prevent the soup from entering her mouth.

Shen Yi licked and then suddenly bit down hard on Zheng Ji's tongue tip with his teeth, a sweet, fishy taste spreading into both of their mouths.

"Ouch—," Zheng Ji screamed in agony as her tongue tip was bitten, but was immediately overwhelmed by the soup flooding into her mouth.

Shen Yi pinched Zheng Ji's nose and forced a large mouthful of meat broth into her stomach.

Zheng Ji trembled all over, her high breasts heaving violently, and her flat abdomen contracting in waves.

She felt the flesh of her own kind struggling violently in her stomach; these female warriors seemed to have come back to life in her stomach, attacking Zheng Ji's internal organs with their long spears and short swords.

"No, no, uh... I'm sorry, sisters, uh... I don't want to eat you, waah—" Suddenly, Zheng Ji opened her small mouth, and the meat broth and gastric juices in her stomach gushed out.

Because Zheng Ji was hanging upside down, the vomited meat broth immediately choked into her nostrils.

The violent coughing caused her body to convulse, and the muscles on her slender neck taut under her skin, making one worry that her fair skin might be torn apart.

(IV) Ya Dan and the others who were watching laughed heartily at Zheng Ji's disheveled appearance, but Bao Si did not smile at all.

Ya Dan now somewhat understood the Zhou emperor who died at his hands. If he had never seen Bao Si's smile, it would have been fine, but now he couldn't bear to guard a Bao Si who couldn't smile.

"Hey, Shen Yi, why doesn't this beauty smile?" "Your Highness, I told you, her smile brings disaster, so she's not tolerated by the gods.

Hehe, so I advise you to kill her.

" Shen Yi's words didn't convince Ya Dan. If Bao Si's smile brought disaster to the Zhou king, then that disaster was his own, Ya Dan's. What did he have to fear? "I don't believe in any demons. You all need to think of a way to make her laugh.

" Shen Yi smiled slightly and said, "The Zhou king has already exhausted all the methods he could think of. He finally managed to make Bao Si laugh by lighting the beacon fires to amuse the feudal lords. I really have no ideas."

The Quanrong people also felt that Shen Yi's words made some sense, and for a moment they were at a loss.

At this moment, Bao Si, who had been sitting next to Ya Dan, stood up. She slowly walked to Zheng Ji's side and reached out to wipe the meat paste stuck to her face.

Bao Si was originally an orphan, and from childhood she was rumored to be the child of a demon dragon.

As Bao Si grew more beautiful, men looked at her with lust and greed, while women looked at her with jealousy and disgust.

She never had a friend in her life.

Later, she was given to the emperor as a gift, and although she received much favor, she was nothing more than a plaything.

Moreover, those around her became increasingly hostile towards her, and her suffering only deepened.

Until Zheng Ji arrived in Haojing, she neither treated Bao Si with worldly prejudice nor fawned over her like the palace servants.

For the first time, Bao Si felt treated as a human being. Her

aloof personality, ingrained over many years, prevented her from truly befriending Zheng Ji, but she remembered all of Zheng Ji's kindness.

Unlike Zheng Ji, she lacked the courage to resist; all she could do was wipe the meat broth from Zheng Ji's face to make her look less disheveled.

Zheng Ji understood her feelings and simply smiled without saying anything, but Ya Dan, watching from the sidelines, couldn't help but feel a burning jealousy.

This beauty, who had been so indifferent to her, actually cared for a lowly prisoner of war—it was an insult to the Quanrong king.

Enraged, Yadan grabbed Bao Si, slapped Zheng Ji across the face, and roared, "You vile thing! How dare you seduce my beauty! Men, fuck this slut to death!" Yadan then turned and sat on the throne, revealing his erect penis. He spread Bao Si's legs and slammed her into his shaft like a stake.

The Quanrong leaders found it amusing that their king was jealous of a woman, but they found the task of using their penises to punish Zheng Ji quite appealing.

A dozen Quanrong leaders rubbed their hands together, leering at Zheng Ji. General Boding was even more ruthless, thrusting his engorged spear all the way into Zheng Ji's lower body.

"Ugh...bastards...ah...you...you insatiable scoundrels! Ugh, ah..." Zheng Ji continued to curse the invaders, but due to Boding's violent thrusts, her curses became intermittent.

Two days of continuous rape had left the young girl exhausted. Her tender flesh was swollen and red, and even the slightest touch caused excruciating pain.

But Bodin showed her no mercy. His thick penis pounded into her clitoris like a battering ram, the fluids in her vagina being squeezed out with each thrust, making a squelching sound.

Bodin's deep breathing and Zheng Ji's high-pitched moans created a lewd symphony in the hall. Some of the more impatient leaders grabbed the female captives on the ground and began to vent their lust.

"Ah... barbarians... beasts... oh... I'll haunt you even in death..." Zheng Ji's voice was hoarse, and her eyes were bloodshot, but she showed no sign of submission.

However, her intermittent curses sounded no different from the moans of a wanton woman to the Quanrong people who couldn't understand her language.

Shen Yi stepped forward, stroking Zheng Ji's breasts as he mocked, "Your Highness Zheng Ji, you'll soon truly become a ghost. The Quanrong King has just ordered us to fuck you to death!" "Shameless scoundrel! Uh... I... if I become a ghost... I'll bite you to death first.

Ah..." Facing Zheng Ji's intermittent curses, Shen Yi remained unperturbed. He coldly snorted, "Hmph, fine, Your Highness, welcome to my company.

But looking at your lewd state now, I'm afraid even as a ghost, you'll only be fit to be fucked!" As he spoke, Shen Yi forcefully pinched Zheng Ji's nipple, seemingly reminding her of her status as a prisoner of war.

Bodin, now reaching his peak, brought Zheng Ji's legs together and held them to his chest, making her lower body appear even tighter.

His muscular abdomen slapped against Zheng Ji's legs, creating a "slap slap" sound, and the ripples on her snow-white flesh made everyone's hearts itch.

Bodin, while vigorously thrusting his hips, lewdly chuckled, "Hehehe, this little beauty is really tough, her pussy is still so tight.

The king wants us to fuck her to death, but who knows how long we'll have to keep going.

" Manyesu, while stroking his own penis, urged, "Bodin, you better hurry up, everyone's waiting.

" Bodin laughed and said, "What's the rush, brother? If you're in such a hurry, just stab a hole in this beauty's belly yourself, hahaha.

" Bodin's words were meant as a joke, but Manyesu actually pulled out his small dagger and said, "Hmm, that's not a bad idea.

" As he spoke, Bodin pinched Zheng Ji's fair belly a few times with his thumb and forefinger, seemingly estimating its thickness.

Zheng Ji couldn't understand their conversation, but seeing Manyesu holding a gleaming dagger and gesturing at her belly, she couldn't help but feel uneasy.

Man Yesu found the right spot to make the incision. With his left hand, he pinched a piece of flesh from Zheng Ji's side, and with a gentle slice of the knife in his right hand, Zheng Ji's belly split open like a ripe fruit, revealing a section of pink intestine mixed with bright red blood.

Zheng Ji screamed in pain, her entire body stiffening.

The protruding section of intestine wobbled like a squirrel peeking out of a tree hole, looking rather adorable.

Man Yesu licked the intestine with his tongue; the distinctive scent of internal organs made his penis swell even more.

He grinned maliciously, pressed his purplish-red glans against the intestine, and with a powerful thrust, his thick penis slid into Zheng Ji's abdominal cavity.

Zheng Ji's abdominal muscles contracted violently from the pain, and Man Yesu felt as if his penis was about to be snapped in two. The warm abdominal cavity seemed to melt him inside, and the soft, slippery internal organs of Zheng Ji wriggled around his penis, like delicate little hands grasping and stroking it. The unprecedented stimulation made Man Yesu involuntarily thrust his body rapidly, muttering, "Oh, so good, fuck, it's so good, tighter, hotter, and more comfortable than her pussy.

Fuck, fuck, fuck your slutty belly to death, fuck your slutty intestines to pieces!" Man Yesu held one of Zheng Ji's arms and one of her thighs with each hand, his hips thrusting violently like a mating dog.

The intense pain made Zheng Ji break out in a cold sweat, and a fine layer of sweat clung to her snow-white flesh, like a piece of misty white jade.

With each thrust of Manyesu, Zheng Ji felt as if a thick club was pounding inside her, as if trying to crush her internal organs.

The large penis rubbed against the wound on her abdomen, tearing at her supple abdominal muscles time and again.

"Ah—, it hurts! You beast…get away from me! Ah—" The intense pain rendered Zheng Ji unable to struggle; she could only express her protest in this way.

Yadan, who was manipulating Bao Si on the throne, felt a surge of lust watching Manyesu's near-madness. This brutal sexual practice awakened a primal cruelty within him.

He withdrew his penis from Bao Si and strode to Zheng Ji's side. Right in front of Manyesu, he used a small knife to stab open Zheng Ji's abdomen, then thrust his dripping penis inside.

Zheng Ji's screams became even more shrill. Yadan's penis was even thicker than Manyesu's; the two thick penises almost pierced through Zheng Ji's abdomen.

Zheng Ji felt as if her internal organs were being churned up by the two men. Their penises moved in and out of her stomach like moles, and the bulges formed by their thrusting were clearly visible on her fair skin.

With each thrust, blood began to seep from the corners of Zheng Ji's mouth, and drops of blood dripped from her pink anus.

Originally, Man Yesu had been very careful when he cut open Zheng Ji's stomach, avoiding any damage to her internal organs.

However, Ya Dan's brutal cut had severed several of her intestines, and with the two men's savage thrusting, Zheng Ji's internal organs were now riddled with holes.

Zheng Ji no longer had the strength to scream; the intense pain and the churning inside her stomach had robbed her of her will to live. She only wished to die sooner and escape this torment.

At this moment, Shen Yi also approached. He pinched Zheng Ji's cheeks, pried open her mouth, and shoved his foul-smelling penis into her mouth.

Shen Yi, already burning with lust at the sight of the men roughly fondling Zheng Ji, thrust into her with all his might, each stroke hitting her delicate throat.

Suddenly, the weakened Zheng Ji regained her strength and bit down hard on Shen Yi's penis.

Shen Yi cried out in pain, quickly pulling back, only to find his manhood still intact.

It turned out that Zheng Ji was too weak to bite down hard, and her mouth was stretched too wide, preventing her from hurting him.

Zheng Ji looked up at the terrified Shen Yi, her face full of mockery.

Enraged, Shen Yi grabbed Zheng Ji's hair and slapped her several times. "You bitch, you dare to bite me even when you're about to die! I'll let you taste the most painful way to die!" With that, Shen Yi grabbed Zheng Ji's hair with his left hand and pulled it down hard, pressing his knee against the back of her neck.

Zheng Ji's slender throat immediately became visible beneath her fair skin. Shen Yi, holding a knife in his right hand, made several cuts into

Zheng Ji's throat, creating a horrifying bloody hole in her jade-like neck. The cuts were skillfully placed, only severing her throat without damaging any blood vessels.

Zheng Ji was still breathing heavily, her chest heaving with each gasp from the hole in her neck.

Shen Yi grinned maliciously and patted Zheng Ji's cheek, confirming she was still conscious, before finally inserting his penis into the hole in her neck.

Shen Yi's penis slid down Zheng Ji's trachea and into her chest cavity. The supple cartilage squeezed his shaft, and her lungs fiercely sucked at his glans. Shen Yi didn't even need to move to enjoy Zheng Ji's vigorous "service."

At this moment, Zheng Ji truly experienced what hell on earth was like. Four strong men were raping her body from four directions in the most brutal way. Her

ravaged genitals felt as if they were about to split open, and her internal organs were almost shattered inch by pounding by the two penises.

And then there was the penis blocking her trachea; her chest heaved violently, only providing the man with more intense pleasure, while she herself couldn't get a breath of air.

Zheng Ji felt as if her whole body was on fire, her muscles trembling involuntarily.

Her head was spinning, and she seemed to be hallucinating. She saw her loving father, the pitiful Bao Si, and herself; she saw the scene of all this being destroyed by the sudden arrival of the Quanrong cavalry.

No, it shouldn't be like this.

In a daze, Zheng Ji seemed to see mighty armies marching towards Haojing. Amidst the banners covering the mountains and plains, the warrior on the lead chariot was none other than her brother.

Yes, reinforcements would come, and victory would ultimately belong to them.

At that moment, Zheng Ji's dull eyes regained their light. She clearly saw Bao Si, thrown onto the throne.

Disheveled, Bao Si leaned against the throne, a murky liquid still flowing from her disheveled crotch.

Zheng Ji had always hoped to save this poor woman, this woman who had lost all hope in life.

She smiled slightly at Bao Si, her lips moving a few times, but no words came out.

Zheng Ji's body was finally reaching its limit; the muscles in her trachea contracted violently, squeezing Shen Yi's penis.

Shen Yi thrust his hips forward, and streams of thick semen were sucked into Zheng Ji's lungs.

Whether it was from being choked by Shen Yi's semen or from her body finally giving out, Zheng Ji's muscles suddenly stiffened. The men raping her simultaneously felt a tremendous suction force, and they all arched their backs with a low, pleasurable groan.

Zheng Ji's muscles relaxed, and her suspended body swayed limply like a drooping lantern.

Although Bao Si didn't hear Zheng Ji's last words, she guessed what she was going to say from her moving lips: "Reinforcements are coming soon, hold on, someone will come to save you.

" Even if reinforcements did come, would she be saved? Everyone in the world called her a demoness, and only death was eternal liberation.

Sister Zheng Ji, you are finally free, no longer having to endure others' suffering. I am truly happy for you.

Looking into Zheng Ji's lifeless eyes, Bao Si finally revealed that miraculous smile again.

"She smiled! She smiled!" "Look! She really smiled!" "My God, that's the smile of a god!" Someone uttered the first cry, and after a brief commotion, the Quanrong soldiers in the hall fell silent. Everyone was stunned by Bao Si's smile.

Overjoyed, Ya Dan grabbed Bao Si and showered her with kisses, but Bao Si's smile vanished like a mirage.

Yadan, unwilling to give up, rubbed Bao Si's cheeks, muttering, "Smile, beauty, keep smiling.

" Manye Su, seemingly lost in thought, patted his head and said, "This... does this woman enjoy watching killing?" This remark reminded Yadan, who stood up and ordered the Quanrong soldiers in the hall, "Listen up, everyone! Kill all these prisoners! Rape them all like I just raped that female general! Anyone who can make the beauty laugh will be richly rewarded!" The Quanrong soldiers, in groups, slaughtered the remaining female prisoners.

They slit open their bellies, cut their throats, and used every inch of their skin to satisfy their desires.

Some prisoners even had holes cut into their thighs and breasts for the soldiers' penises to penetrate.

The stench of blood in the hall grew stronger, but Bao Si, looking at this hell on earth, showed no smile.

She turned to look at Zheng Ji's mangled yet beautiful corpse, a hint of envy in her eyes.

Ya Dan knew he had failed again. He pointed at Zheng Ji's pale, fleshy body and said, "Turn this slut into roast pig!" The ropes binding Zheng Ji's body were untied, and her alluring form lay sprawled on the ground like a piece of pork.

Shen Yi chopped off Zheng Ji's head with a single stroke, then casually tossed her into a corner of the hall like trash.

Manye Su cleaved open Zheng Ji's sternum, tearing out her heart and lungs from her white ribs.

Then, with a downward slash, Zheng Ji's snow-white belly was split in two, her ravaged organs spilling blood all over the ground.

After Manye Su finished cleaning up her entrails, Bo Ding took a spear and pierced through Zheng Ji's still-vibrant petals, exiting from the severed neck.

Zheng Ji's alluring body, like a suckling pig, was impaled on spears and carried off by soldiers to be roasted over a campfire.

There were no elaborate seasonings or professional chefs, but Zheng Ji's flesh quickly emitted an enticing aroma. Her

originally snow-white skin turned a tempting amber color under the scorching flames, and melting fat dripped from the incision in her abdomen into the fire with a crackling sound. Her dark red abdominal muscles were completely soaked in fat, gleaming like crystal in the firelight.

The beautiful Zheng Ji had completely transformed into a delicious roast suckling pig.

The roasted Zheng Ji was placed on a large tray in front of Ya Dan, and Shen Yi, Manye Su, and Bo Ding sat around it to enjoy this rare delicacy.

They used knives to cut pieces of Zheng Ji's beautifully roasted flesh, crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, dipped them in salt, and chewed them slowly. The fragrant aroma, the soft texture, the delicious juices—this beautiful body, used to please the souls of the invaders in life, was used to nourish their bodies in death.

Several men devoured Zheng Ji's flesh in a whirlwind, and soon only a pile of broken bones remained on the table.

The female prisoners of war in the hall had all been cruelly executed, and some had been made into roast meat for the soldiers to enjoy.

They didn't intend to waste the remaining flesh either. At Yadan's command, the soldiers began to make jerky from the female prisoners' bodies.

They used their swords to chop the prisoners' corpses into pieces, coated them with salt, and hung them in the hall with ropes.

In no time, the walls and pillars of the hall were covered with pieces of women's flesh.

Slit breasts, severed hands and feet, buttocks split in two, limbs cut into strips of flesh—the palace, originally used for court assemblies, was instantly transformed into a workshop for drying meat.

(V) As night fell, the Quanrong soldiers slept soundly.

The joy of victory and the day's indulgence made their sleep exceptionally sweet.

At midnight, chaos erupted in Haojing City, and deafening shouts of battle awakened the sleeping Quanrong soldiers.

When Yadan crawled out of his silk quilt and rushed out of the main hall, the firelight at the city gate had already illuminated half the night sky.

Just as he was about to ask what was happening, Man Yesu, covered in blood and panting, ran over and said, "It's terrible, it's terrible, Your Majesty.

Shen Yi has betrayed us! He opened the city gates, and the Zhou allied forces have stormed into the city!" "What!? Shen Yi, he actually!" Yadan could hardly believe that Shen Yi, who had been devising strategies for him all along, would suddenly betray him.

However, in fact, all of this was due to Shen Hou's scheme.

Marquis Shen sent Shen Yi as an envoy to the Quanrong, promising them great rewards to invite them to attack Haojing. The plan

was for Shen Yi to act as an inside agent, opening Haojing and expelling the Quanrong once reinforcements from the other states arrived. All the prisoners in the city were killed, and no one would know that Shen Yi was the one who led the Quanrong into the city.

In this way, Marquis Shen would become a hero who restored order.

The Quanrong had been merely a pawn in his hands from the beginning.

Now, the allied forces of Jin, Wei, Qin, Zheng, and Shen had stormed into Haojing. The hastily assembled Quanrong soldiers were trapped inside the city, losing their cavalry advantage, and the battle turned into a one-sided massacre from the very beginning.

"Your Majesty, escape quickly! General Bo Ding has gone to cover your retreat; he probably won't last much longer!" Manyesu cried out anxiously, sweating profusely.

Yadan glanced at the several chests of treasures piled beside her, then at the towering flames at the city gate, and could only stomp her foot in frustration, hoisting Bao Si onto her shoulder and fleeing the palace.

After a night of fierce fighting, the Quanrong army in the city had been almost completely wiped out. Only the Quanrong king Yadan, along with Manyusu and a small number of remnants, escaped from Haojing. Prince

Jue Tu of Zheng found the head of his sister, Zheng Ji, in a corner of the palace, but her body was not found.

He did not order a further search; the human bones scattered throughout the hall and the dried flesh hanging on the walls already testified to Zheng Ji's fate.

"Damn Quanrong! I cannot quell my hatred without slaughtering you all!" Enraged, Jue Tu cleaved a Quanrong prisoner in two with his sword. Marquis Shen,

clad in military attire, approached and comforted him, saying, "Crown Prince Zheng, please accept my condolences. The most important thing now is to assist the new king in ascending the throne and restoring order to the land.

Those barbarians have abducted the enchanting Queen Bao Si; hmph, I'm afraid they won't fare well even without

Crown Prince Zheng's intervention." Crown Prince Jue Tu nodded and said, "Marquis Shen is right, but these scoundrels have gotten away with it!" After more than ten days of restless fleeing, Ya Dan and his remaining troops finally escaped back to their homeland.

In the largest tent of the Quanrong tribe, Ya Dan was venting his anger by pinning Bao Si down on a sheepskin mat.

He had thought he would make a fortune this time, but it turned out to be a conspiracy orchestrated by Marquis Shen. Not only had he suffered heavy losses, but he hadn't taken any of the treasures he had acquired. His

only gain was Bao Si, who possessed the "cursed smile."

Just as he was passionately riding on Bao Si, he suddenly heard a commotion outside the tent. A soldier stumbled into the tent, shouting, "Your Majesty, Your Majesty, something terrible has happened!" Yadan, who was just getting into the swing of things, was abruptly interrupted. In a fit of rage, he got up and killed the soldier who had brought the news. Man

Yesu also arrived at this moment. He looked at the soldier lying in a pool of blood and swallowed hard.

Yadan glared at him and asked, "What's going on outside? What's all the commotion?" Man Yesu quickly replied, "Your Majesty, we're surrounded.

" Yadan stared at him wide-eyed and asked, "What? Wasn't the Zhou army shaken off? How did they get here?" Man Yesu explained, "It's not the Zhou army, it's the Snow Mountain people attacking."

"They've somehow heard about our attack on Haojing. They demand half of the treasure we plundered from the Zhou people, or they'll raze our camp to the ground.

" Having suffered a great loss in Haojing was bad enough, but these Snow Mountain people, even more barbaric than the Quanrong, are now taking advantage of our misfortune.

Manyesu's words only added fuel to the fire. Enraged, Yadan grabbed the naked Bao Si and roared, "You bastards! What treasure? Do you expect me to give them half of this woman?! Gather the troops immediately and kill these bastards!" "My lord, please calm down. The Snow Mountain people are just trying to take advantage. If we share some of our tribe's cattle and sheep with them, they'll naturally retreat,

" Manyesu cautiously suggested. "Our warriors are too exhausted; we can't fight the Snow Mountain people now."

"Faced with Manyesu's suggestion, the enraged Yadan didn't hesitate. He grabbed his sword and charged out of the tent, leading his Quanrong soldiers in a bloody battle against the Snow Mountain barbarians.

As Manyesu had predicted, the Quanrong suffered a crushing defeat, and their king, Yadan, died in the chaos.

Manyesu was elected the new Quanrong king by the elders, and the Quanrong were forced to surrender a large number of cattle and sheep to avoid extermination.

After this incident, almost all the Quanrong people believed in the legend of Bao Si's curse.

The tribal elders decided to kill Bao Si and sacrifice her body to the ancestral gods to secure peace for their people.

That morning, snowflakes drifted down from the gray sky.

A thick wooden stake had already been driven into the ground in front of the Rong king's tent.

Several Quanrong soldiers roughly tore off Bao Si..." Wrapped in sheepskin, her hair, hands, and feet were bound to a pillar.

A thin layer of snow had settled on the ground, and Bao Si's body, whiter than the snow itself, shivered slightly in the cold wind.

Manyesu bowed to the totem pole symbolizing the ancestral god, picked up a short knife, and approached Bao Si.

He didn't believe in curses, but to secure his position as the Quanrong king, he had to kill her with his own hands.

Bao Si looked at the gleaming blade, her beautiful face as serene as ever.

She gently closed her eyes, raised her chin, and exposed her slender neck to Manyesu.

But Manyesu didn't intend to release her so easily.

He reached between Bao Si's legs, using a finger to tease her delicate labia, then touching the tender red clitoris... With a gentle flick of the pearl, Bao Si's body trembled slightly, and a melodious moan escaped her lips.

The winter wind made Bao Si's body even more sensitive. As Man Yesu played with her, drops of clear liquid dripped from her pink peach blossom cave onto the ground, melting a palm-sized patch of snow between her legs.

Bao Si was no longer shivering in the cold wind as before; puffs of white mist escaped from her delicate red lips, and her skin, which had been slightly blue from the cold, now glowed a peach-blossom pink.

She opened her alluring eyes and looked at Man Yesu, as if anticipating his next move.

At this moment, Man Yesu bent down, grabbed a clump of snow from the ground, and squeezed it into a ball the size of an egg in his palm.

He held the snowball in Bao Si's... A light touch on Si's slightly trembling labia sent a jolt through Bao Si as if burned. Her two rounded legs tried to clamp down on her private parts, but bound, they only managed a few contractions.

Man Yesu pinched the snowball and traced it from her clitoris to her labia and perineum, leaving a glistening trail of moisture on Bao Si's crotch.

Bao Si's trembling red lips murmured intermittently, "Oh, no, stop, it's so cold, oh—" Suddenly, Bao Si's slender neck arched upwards, and a high-pitched moan escaped from between her white teeth and bitten lower lip.

Man Yesu had already inserted the snowball into her honeypot.

Bao Si felt a chill spread from deep within her abdomen, and a shiver ran through her body, which had just felt a little warm.

"Ugh, so cold, I can't take it anymore, I need to pee."

"Mmm—" Accompanied by a groan that was hard to tell whether it was pain or pleasure, a tiny opening, no bigger than a grain of rice, between Bao Si's legs parted slightly, and a stream of steaming clear water gushed out from the spring.

After a splash, Bao Si let out a long breath.

A few drops of residual urine clung to her dark pubic hair, forming glistening icicles.

Man Yesu was very pleased with Bao Si's incontinence. He made two balls of snow and stuffed them into the opening of Bao Si's lower body.

Bao Si trembled even more violently. She could clearly feel the cold ice crystals piercing through her cervix and entering the deepest part of her body. "Oh, no, no more, it's so cold, I can't, I can't hold any more down there.

Mmm, so cold.

Quick, take these snow out."

Although Man Yesu couldn't understand Bao Si's request, coincidentally, he was also about to take out the snowballs.

He reached out and stroked the petals between Bao Si's legs a few times, then suddenly plunged a knife into Bao Si's perineum.

"Ah—" Bao Si screamed, her head thrown back, her whole body struggling violently.

Man Yesu's blade slowly cut along Bao Si's vulva, the bright red blood splattering on her trembling legs, turning into vivid plum blossoms.

Man Yesu's blade sliced back into her perineum. He gripped Bao Si's labia and ripped them apart with a piercing scream. The soft flesh inside Bao Si's abdomen, along with the crisscrossing ligaments and blood vessels, was torn out.

Man Yesu severed Bao Si's uterus and vagina and placed them on the altar. The Rong tribe elders began chanting strange incantations.

Bound to the pillar, Bao Si gasped for breath, warm blood gushing from the terrible hole between her legs.

Her blood loss worsened. The cold made Bao Si feel dizzy.

While she was still conscious, Man Yesu swiftly sliced her abdomen in two with a knife, and colorful intestines spilled out from beneath her snow-white skin.

Man Yesu severed Bao Si's esophagus and rectum, and several soldiers came forward to collect the intestines and throw them into the ravine.

These intestines would become a rare feast for the wolves that were preparing for winter.

Bao Si's internal organs were emptied; she… She felt a burning pain in her stomach.

But she didn't have the strength to scream; even breathing was difficult.

At that moment, Man Yesu bent down, grabbed two handfuls of snow from the ground, and put his hands inside Bao Si's stomach, washing her soft abdominal walls with the snow.

The abdominal muscles, split in two, twitched again under the stimulation of the cold snow water.

At this moment, Bao Si, who had been somewhat unconscious, suddenly regained her senses due to the snow water. "Ah, what is this feeling? So comfortable, my stomach is cool, and I don't feel any pain anymore.

" Bao Si wanted to look down at what Man Yesu was doing, but her hair was tied to a wooden post, and she couldn't lower her head; her view was completely blocked by her two bulging breasts.

She only felt a pair of cool, large hands rubbing back and forth inside her stomach, driving away the burning pain.

"Ah, is he still cutting my intestines? Why doesn't it hurt this time?" "It must be because I'm about to die.

It's finally going to end..." Bao Si was thinking this when she suddenly felt a pain in her chest, and something cool enveloped her heart.

"Oh, what kind of monster is this? It looks like a giant hand. What is it going to do?" The giant hand clenched tightly, and Bao Si suddenly felt a pang of fear, followed by a sharp pain.

Man Yesu had ripped her heart out. In a daze, Bao Si felt a wave of relief wash over her, her body feeling light and airy, as if she were about to fly away.

She saw Man Yesu holding up her heart, showing it off to her tribe. The crimson heart was adorned with yellow fat, looking as beautiful as agate. So this is how beautiful her heart was.

"Ah, this feels so good. This is what death feels like.

I can finally be free.

" Thinking this, Bao Si smiled happily. This was the happiest moment of her life.

Bao Si's smile was forever frozen on her face.

Man Yesu stared blankly at that captivating smile and collapsed to the ground with a thud. The elders cried out "Demon!" and kowtowed repeatedly to the ancestral god, begging for divine protection.

The sacrificial ceremony was disrupted, and it was only completed when Manyesu covered Baosi's face with his own fur robe.

Manyesu cut off Baosi's head and wrapped it in a piece of silk.

Baosi's body was cut into pieces and boiled into a large pot of soup.

Manyesu and the elders sat around the soup pot, discussing how to deal with Baosi's head.

"We should smash her and throw her into the mountain stream; that smile will bring disaster to our people.

" "No, doing so will anger the demons; we should worship her.

" Manyesu listened to the incessant arguing of these elderly people without saying a word, silently enjoying the piece of tender, succulent meat in his bowl.

The tender white piece of meat was topped with a pink fleshy ball the size of a cherry, making it easy to tell where the meat came from.

Manyesu carefully cut the breast with a knife, putting small pieces of flesh into her mouth and gently licking them with her tongue until they melted, the sweet oil sliding from the tip of her tongue all the way down to her stomach.

Compared to the elders' pointless arguments, this piece of breast flesh was clearly more appealing.

“Manyesu!” The elders, finally unable to bear his inattentiveness any longer, said, “You are the new Rong king, say something!” Manyesu finished his bowl of broth in one gulp, smacked his lips, and said, “Since you want me to speak, then listen to me. Bury this head in the ice of the Great Snow Mountain, and let the Snow Mountain God watch over her.

This way, our people will have lasting peace.

” “Hmm, that seems like a good idea.

” “Alright, let’s do as the king says.

” “Will this really bring lasting peace?” The elders continued their incessant chatter. Manyesu sighed, stood up, and fished out another breast from the pot, saying, “Lasting peace? I hope so.

” The next day, Manyesu personally led several warriors to bury Bao Si’s head in the ice of the Snow Mountain.

Bao Si was gone, but the flames of war in the world did not die out.

The Zhou dynasty fell, and the Quanrong were finally destroyed.

Thousands of years have passed, and the peoples who inhabit this plateau have come and gone, but a strange legend has endured.

It is said that a beautiful fairy lived on a distant, snowy mountain, possessing the most beautiful smile in the world. Young men who saw her smile would remain on the mountain, unwilling to return home, until they froze to death.

(The End)

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