Gui Cha Jun Xin Quan

Chapter One
The early spring morning light still carried a hint of chill. The small east courtyard was rarely visited, except for an old nanny and a little girl.
The thin wooden door was pushed open, revealing a pair of mischievous, sleepy eyes. Their eyes, with their captivating charm, were indescribably beautiful. The corners of her eyes were slightly upturned, and her clear black and white pupils shimmered with a watery light. Truly, a pair of alluring eyes.
When the little girl fully peeked out, she evoked a sense of pity. Two long, flowing braids draped over her slender shoulders. Not yet fifteen, though possessing naturally alluring eyes, she still retained a charmingly innocent air.
"Dao'er, what are you doing, sneaking around like that?" The old nanny's deep, aged voice rose softly from behind the little girl. She then put on her outer robe, walked behind her, and pulled her back into the house.
Dao'er smiled shyly, pulling the old nanny out the door with her little hands. She picked up a kite from the doorway, pointed it at the sky, and said, "I want to go out and fly a kite. Uncle Pei made it for me yesterday." The old nanny glanced at the kite in her hand, her stern expression changing to a kind smile. "Go play!
I thought you were going to spend the whole day in the gunpowder depot again!" Dao'er giggled, her alluring eyes concealing a mischievous glint. She dared not tell anyone that she was going to the gunpowder depot to get some bombs to tie to the kite.
Suddenly, a strange gust of wind blew, and her little hand loosened its grip. The large kite was blown away, soaring high into the sky, startling Dao'er.
"Kite! Don't fly!" her voice, like a kite's cry, cried urgently, hurrying after the kite, her little face tilted back in its head.
"Dao'er, come back! You can't go there!" Seeing Dao'er run out of the courtyard and head straight for Zhong Xiao, the chieftain of Benyun Village, Xiao Mama knew something was wrong and followed her.
Dao'er, disoriented, stumbled around the unfamiliar garden until she happily saw her kite caught in the wind and hanging on a tree branch by the corridor. She leaped down and retrieved it.
Satisfied, she hugged the kite and was about to leave.
But just then, a strange low moan reached her ears. Dao'er listened intently and recognized it as a woman's groan.
"Ugh...no...you can't do this..." The woman's voice was filled with pain, low and slow, yet tinged with suppressed pleasure. Dao'er could feel the woman's unusually rapid breathing.
"You were already mine last night, why are you still resisting?" The man's voice was wicked and arrogant. "Look, your little hole is all wet!" Dao'er recognized the voice of the chieftain, Chongxiao. She had always thought he was a very frightening and evil person. Granny Xiao respected him greatly, even though he was a once-in-a-century male.
Strange!
Curious, Dao'er lowered her body and secretly crept to the slightly ajar window, her alluring eyes peeking at the movements inside. Through the hazy screen, she saw two intertwined figures on the kang (heated brick bed). Chongxiao's strong body was on top of a delicate woman, both of them completely naked.
His large hands were wickedly kneading the woman's snow-white breasts, his lips were pressed against her neck, sucking hard. With a thrust of his long, strong waist, he completely parted the woman's reserved jade legs.
"Ah...no..." The woman choked back sobs, panting with each thrust, her delicate arms involuntarily climbing onto his broad, strong shoulders.
"God, your little hole is so tight!" Dao'er's face flushed red at his words, she held her breath, not daring to move. She didn't quite understand what they were doing, but she couldn't help but blush.
The faint sounds of human movement could be heard from inside the room, a little wet, becoming clearer with Chongxiao's thrusts, making Dao'er's ears burn.
Thump! Thump...Dao'er clutched her chest, the violent pounding of her heart almost making her ears ring. She wondered if anyone could hear her thunderous heartbeat.
"Ah...ah..." The woman's moans escaped uncontrollably, tinged with soft sobs. Her resistance was completely extinguished by Chongxiao's domineering thrusts, her long, slender legs wrapped around his firm buttocks, urging him to penetrate her even deeper.
Dao'er stood frozen, listening to the strange, viscous sound of the liquid, one after another, gradually increasing in speed. A surge of emotion stirred within her.
"No... ah..." The woman's soft voice was silenced by Chongxiao's lips, his large hands kneading her full breasts, moving rhythmically with his movements.
Dao'er shyly looked away, her alluring eyes drawn away, but the moans beside her grew clearer; Chongxiao's breathing became increasingly erratic, seemingly reveling in the tight, suffocating pleasure of the woman beneath him.
At this moment, Chongxiao's cold, alluring eyes slowly rose, glancing first towards the small window, a wicked smile playing on his lips. Suddenly, he withdrew, turning the woman's delicate body around, lifting her pert buttocks, and thrusting his long spear deep into her tender, tight forbidden zone.
"Ah... ah..." The bestial posture and the scene of their intercourse unfolded before Dao'er's eyes. She felt her whole body burning, a surge of heat rushing to her head.
A slight, tingling sensation coursed through her lower abdomen. She squeezed her legs together, suppressing the unusual heat rising between her thighs.
Wet and hot, an indescribable, undulating pleasure gnawed at her reason. Even her fair chest and neck were flushed.
Chongxiao kissed the woman's red, tender lips, showing no mercy, cruelly kissing them until they were swollen and sore. After a moment, he released her lips and whispered a few wicked words in her ear.
Dao'er couldn't hear their hushed conversation, but to her surprise, the woman suddenly became uncooperative, struggling violently in his arms.
"No, you... shameless!" He forcefully controlled her, continuing his merciless thrusts, accompanied by the woman's sobs. Her delicate body trembled slightly, her slender hands clenched into fists as she shook her head incessantly.
"Don't do this to me..." she sobbed softly, pleading with the heartless and cold-blooded Di.
"Murong Bingxin, don't forget you're already mine. I want you, and you can't refuse me!" Chongxiao's voice was cold and indifferent, as frosty as ice.
Dao'er suddenly felt sorry for the woman named Murong Bingxin. The chieftain was truly wicked, extremely wicked!
"Dao'er, come quickly to Granny Xiao." Granny Xiao lowered her voice, not daring to approach the window, only daring to wave to Dao'er from afar, her expression extremely flustered, afraid that Dao'er would get into trouble. Dao'er
glanced at the man and woman in the room, nimbly leaped out of the corridor, and walked to Granny Xiao's side, only to find that the fragile paper kite had been crumpled beyond recognition.
"Granny Xiao, the chieftain and a woman... what are they doing?" Dao'er's little face was still flushed, and she asked in a soft voice.
How could Granny Xiao not know what she was asking about? She took Dao'er's little hand and quietly walked out of Zhongxiao's courtyard, the two of them not saying a word the whole way.
Only after entering the small courtyard of the grandmother and granddaughter did Dao'er muster the courage to speak to Granny Xiao, "Granny, is the chieftain bullying that girl?" Granny Xiao smiled bitterly, shook her head, and casually tidied up the broken kite in Dao'er's arms, slowly saying, "Don't ask, you'll know when you grow up." Dao'er frowned her beautiful eyebrows in confusion. Although she was full of questions, she knew that Granny Xiao was not going to tell her the truth.
That night, Dao'er woke up in the middle of the night with a stomachache, only to find a dark blood stain on her brocade quilt, flowing from her body.
Seeing Dao'er's panic, Granny Xiao simply smiled faintly. "Don't panic, little Dao'er has just grown up and is a girl now." ********************************** Spring, summer, autumn, and winter, the seasons changed, and three years passed quickly amidst the blooming and withering of flowers. Benyun Village still stood proudly between heaven and earth, but its power had grown even greater, becoming a major concern for the imperial court.
A chilly autumn wind blew, scattering withered leaves from the treetops, which lingered reluctantly in the breeze before slowly returning to the earth's embrace.
A glance upward revealed brightly colored kites soaring in the cloudless sky, oblivious to the chaos and turmoil below. Just
seven days prior, the king had issued an arrest warrant for Chongxiao, to prevent Benyun Village from continuing its lawless and tyrannical rule.
The sounds of battle raged, blood flowing like a river on the mountain path leading to the summit. Enemy and friendly forces were locked in fierce combat, almost indistinguishable, and it seemed the people of Benyun Village were about to retreat to their stronghold.
Not far away, atop a towering boulder, stood a cold, imposing figure—a tall, slender man whose pristine white robes billowed in the cold wind, as if untouched by worldly dust.
However, his face was chilling, handsome yet sinister, almost demonic in its malevolence. His black hair wasn't styled like a typical man's, but rather flowed freely, tied back with satin, casually and arbitrarily obscuring his wickedly handsome face, further highlighting his captivating eyes, which held a faint killing intent.
Seeing the retreating forces of Benyun Village, he raised an eyebrow coldly, his alluring eyes revealing a dangerous aura, a faint, unsmiling smile playing on his lips.
"Lord Shura, the forces of Benyun Village have retreated!" Under the large rock, a scout reported truthfully, bowing his head to await his next order.
Shura, true to his name, possessed a yin-yang nature, cold and almost ruthless. He was the Right Chancellor, the most trusted minister of the current king, and was tasked with besieging Benxue Village.
"A trap. Pass down the order to observe." "Yes, sir." The scout immediately departed, relaying Shura's order to the vanguard general.
Shura raised his deep eyes, gazing at the kite soaring in the clear sky. The kite, as graceful as an eagle, spun and descended, closing in on his army.
Damn it!
Shura noticed something amiss with the kite. His slender figure flashed upwards, instantly mounting a tall black steed. He gripped the reins and galloped away like lightning.
"Back off! All of you, retreat!" His deep, resonant voice echoed through the valley, each shout sending chills down everyone's spines. The people of Benyun Village were startled, but Shura's troops, seemingly accustomed to this, remained calm and orderly as they retreated to their stronghold.
The black steed broke through the formation, heading straight for the mountainside path. Suddenly, the kite, as if possessed, plummeted to the ground, crashing with a deafening roar.
In an instant, the mountain shook, rocks tumbled down, crashing down on Shura's army, causing them to crumble in an instant.
Meanwhile, the Benyun Fortress atop the mountain remained unmoved. Shura reined in just in time. The black steed, startled by the violent explosion, reared up and neighed, but as if it were one with Shura, it quickly quieted down, seemingly possessing a spiritual connection.
Shura's deep, alluring eyes held a cold rage. Without a word, he spurred his horse and turned deep into the forest, disappearing in the blink of an eye.
"Lord Shura!" "Thump! Follow me!" Shura's voice remained crystal clear even amidst the aftershocks of the explosion, each word distinct despite the distance.
A rider emerged and followed Shura into the woods.
Dao'er held her breath, listening intently to the rustling of the leaves behind her. Something seemed to be rapidly approaching her, its momentum menacing.
Suddenly, a massive black shadow leaped over her head. Startled, she closed her eyes, sensing only the rapid snorting of an animal in the darkness.
She gritted her teeth and impulsively opened her eyes, almost immediately regretting it.
Good heavens! What a gigantic black horse! Her legs went weak, and she collapsed onto the leaf-strewn ground.
"No…don't come any closer!" She seemed oblivious to the man on horseback, flailing her slender arms, her pathetic frailty a desperate attempt to resist the behemoth before her.
The demon's sinister eyes were fixed on the kneeling Dao'er, his gaze locked on her alluring eyes, slightly upturned, their light hazy and captivating, evoking a sense of pity.
And her small, full lips, glistening with a reddish sheen, tempted one to bite them and taste them; her peach-blossom cheeks and delicate nose were naturally alluring.
"You...you...don't come any closer!" She seemed to finally notice Shura's presence, finding him even more frightening than the black horse beneath him. Dao'er bit her lip and retreated, causing the dry leaves to rustle and rustle.
Shura sneered, his gaze wickedly fixed on her panic, finding it amusing.
Laugh...he laughed? Dao'er was so frightened she almost crawled away on all fours, not because she was brave, but because her legs had gone weak under his alluring gaze.
Shura's gaze moved down from her small face, landing on her slightly open robe, revealing a dark blue robe that she hadn't had time to put on properly in her haste. Beneath the dark green sash was a pale white skirt, and her calves could be vaguely seen peeking out from under the hem.
Dao'er panicked at his gaze, retreating straight back until her back hit a large tree trunk, unable to move an inch.
"What...what exactly do you want to do?" Dao'er swallowed hard, feeling that his gaze was incredibly wicked, as if he could see through her clothes and into her naked body.
"What do I want to do?" Shura asked himself with amusement, spurring his horse a few steps closer to her.
Dao'er gripped the shuttle tightly in her small hand, not daring to move.
Shura's eyes caught sight of the broken shuttle in her hand, and he immediately knew that she was the one who had used the kite to defeat his army, and also a member of Benyun Village.
Suddenly, a devilish smile appeared on his lips, and his tall, agile figure leaped down, standing in front of her, looking down at her.
He reached down with his long hand, lifting her soft, black hair, and pulling her up without any mercy, his strength brutal.
"It hurts...don't pull my hair...please don't..." Dao'er pleaded, tears streaming down her face from the pain, and could only stand up with his brute force.
Shura pressed her against the tree trunk, still clutching her hair to keep her from moving, while his other large hand wickedly slipped inside her robe.
Suddenly, a flicker of surprise crossed his deep eyes.
"What a wanton girl, not even wearing a bra!" he sneered, his large hand seizing one of her full, tender breasts.
Dao'er gasped, feeling his rough palm caressing her soft skin, his fingers playfully pinching her nipple.
"No..." she pushed him away, but he remained unmoved.
The situation had been urgent; she hadn't had time to get ready before being brought to this mountain, forgetting to put on her bra. She thought it was normal, but she
hadn't expected—"Hmm?" He raised an eyebrow, scoffing at her insincerity. "No? Who do you think you're fooling? Your nipples are hard." Dao'er blushed, already realizing the truth. Even without him saying anything, she could feel her tender nipples hardening and becoming sensitive rapidly under his caresses.
"But...but I..." She still felt a little reserved.
"Trying to deceive yourself?" He scoffed dismissively, his large hands gradually increasing in pressure as he kneaded her full, round breasts like dough.
"Uh...we...can't..." A slight pain mixed with a hint of pleasure, Dao'er felt like he was driving her crazy.
How could he...how could he touch her like this? No, no...Dao'er pushed and shoved him, but found his chest as hard as steel, making her small hands numb, while he seemed to feel no pain at all.
"Why are you doing this?" He finished playing with one side, and his wicked hand reached for her other round breast, his fingers casually toying with her erect nipple.
"Mmm..." Dao'er moaned softly, closing her eyes in shame.
Shura grabbed her hair again, displeased, and coldly shouted, "Open your seductive eyes! How many men have you done this with? Stop pretending in front of me." Dao'er opened her alluring eyes in pain, her pupils brimming with tears of humiliation. "I haven't... I haven't done this with any man... I haven't..." "Little liar!" He sneered, ruthlessly pulling open her robe. Her pair of soft, smooth breasts trembled slightly under his gaze.
Her breathing was rapid, her chest rising and falling nervously, highlighting the perfect shape of her breasts, and fine beads of sweat glistened on her delicate, translucent skin.
"Don't look..." she cried, covering her exposed breasts with her small hands, feeling both ashamed and angry, yet powerless against him.
Shura tightened his grip on her hair again, coldly warning, "Let go." Dao'er shook her head, crying, looking pleadingly into his cold, alluring eyes, "Don't bully me... please don't bully me like this!" "Bully you?" He seemed to have heard the funniest thing in the world, his large hand swatting away her small hands, mercilessly pinching and kneading her tender breasts.
"Waaah... no..." she sobbed, feeling utterly wronged. She was clearly an innocent young girl, yet he was treating her like a prostitute.
"Why are you crying? Afraid your lover will see? Or do you not like me touching you?" Shura asked coldly with a smile. His slender fingers circled her nipples.
Dao'er pouted her red, tender lips, shaking her head incessantly.
Where did she get a lover? Although a bunch of filthy men in the village wanted to lay a hand on her, Granny Xiao fiercely chased them all away, and no one could touch her.
Dao'er herself hated the men in the village touching her inappropriately; it felt disgusting and made her want to vomit every time.
But why didn't she hate him touching her? She even kind of liked his random touching; it felt quite comfortable!
Waaah... how could she be so lewd! Dao'er bit her lip, about to cry again.
Xiu Luo ignored her, his straight nose close to her soft hair. Her hairline was a little red, as if he had pulled it very hard. He slowly released his large hand from her hair.
His thin, cold lips moved across her pretty face, kissing her satin-black eyebrows, gently brushing her slightly upturned eyes, touching her trembling long eyelashes, sweeping across her soft, smooth cheeks, and lowering his head to her fair ear, his breath light and cool against her ear.
However, rather than kissing her, he was greedily inhaling her scent—a delicate, innate fragrance. He felt a strange unease, wondering why someone as alluring as her possessed such a tender, virginal allure.
Ah, truly a natural beauty, blessed by heaven.
Dao'er held her breath, her crimson lips pressed tightly together, both nervous and afraid. As his lips moved to hers, she stiffened, unable to move.
Was he… was he going to kiss her? Dao'er felt a pang of fear.
Shura paused at her lips, almost touching her soft, crimson flesh, but then he coldly smiled and released her.
Dao'er froze, her legs went weak, and she leaned limply against the tree trunk.
Shura's gaze was cold and piercing as he glanced at her. "You slut, put your clothes back on, or I wouldn't mind my men taking advantage of you right here." Dao'er glanced at him, clutching her robe tightly, putting her clothes back on, and tugging hard at her belt, wrapping it around herself as if she wanted to cover herself completely.
Just then, the sound of hooves came from afar, growing closer and closer, before stopping behind Dao'er. Tu Tong immediately dismounted and awaited instructions.
"Lord Shura." Shura? Dao'er hesitated, glancing at Shura with a sense of wickedness, intuitively feeling that the name was as evil as its owner, as mad and demonic as a demon.
Without warning, Shura grabbed Dao'er's slender arm, pulling her awkwardly into his arms, and glanced at her startled, seductive eyes as she looked back at him.
"You... let me go!" Shura smiled cruelly, throwing her towards the chariot, and hissed coldly, "Take her away!" "No! No, Granny will worry if she doesn't see me, I don't want to... I don't want to go back with you." Dao'er said, turning to run away. Shura
caught her almost instantly, his large hand ruthlessly and brutally grabbing her arm, and sneered, "Naive, do you think you can have your way?" Before Dao'er could even blink, she found her feet off the ground, and when she regained consciousness, she was already sitting on his horse.
"No... don't..." She struggled incessantly, disturbing the tall black horse and angering the cold-blooded Shura.
Shura tore off a piece of her skirt with his large hand, tearing it violently, and mercilessly took a long strip of cloth to tightly bind her hands.
Dao'er struggled incessantly, her face flushed with anger. "Let me go! You scoundrel, how dare you kidnap an innocent woman in broad daylight! Shameless!" Tu Tong's eyes widened, swallowing hard, staring in horror at Shura's increasingly dark face, ready to explode at any moment.
This little bandit was too audacious!
Even the king wouldn't dare to curse Lord Shura like that. Tu Tong thought to himself, he was about to witness this little bandit's death.
Shura's smile was extremely sinister. "Well said. When I'm tired of you, I'll send you to serve my men in the army, you slut!" Dao'er's slender wrists were chafed raw, and upon hearing his words, she was terrified and dared not utter another word.
"Hmph!" Shura coldly snorted, reining in his horse and galloping back the way he had come.
Tu Tong mounted his horse, but fell far behind. In the blink of an eye, he lost sight of Shura and Dao'er, still feeling uneasy about Shura's anger.
Based on his understanding of Lord Shura over the years, he knew that Lord Shura would never let that little girl go, never!
Moreover, the Lord would treat her in the most cruel way!
Chapter Two
"No..." Screams echoed from the Right Prime Minister's residence. On the long corridor, Shura, with Dao'er's slender waist in his arms, strode steadily into the depths of the corridor.
Dao'er pouted, staring at Shura's handsome, cold face with a tearful expression, secretly deciding that she would never like him!
Arrogant, unreasonable, domineering!
And she had even felt a little attraction to him!
"My lord?" Upon seeing this, the servant guarding the house hesitated, then retreated to the door, knelt down, and stared intently at Dao'er in Shura's arms.
"Let me go!" Dao'er whimpered.
"Shut up!" Shura snapped unhappily.
She'd been chattering incessantly like a little sparrow the whole way, so noisy!
Dao'er wrinkled her little face in grievance, glaring at him reproachfully.
Shura returned her gaze defiantly, then silently carried her into the room, slamming the door shut behind him, startling Dao'er.
"You, you…" He thinks he can scare people like this just because he's strong! Dao'er thought defiantly, but dared not provoke him any further.
Suddenly, Shura swung his long arm, and Dao'er's eyes widened, her bright pupils staring in fear at the ground, finding her face getting closer and closer.
"Ah!" With a cry of pain, Dao'er was thrown to the ground by Shura, her limbs aching from the impact.
No, ever since he'd pinched and rubbed her here and there, she'd felt completely unwell.
"Couldn't you..." Dao'er was about to complain when she looked up and saw his cold, alluring eyes. She could only timidly whisper, "...a little gentler?" Shura chuckled disdainfully, untying the ropes binding her hands. He then quickly loosened his own belt. From the moment he saw her bewitching eyes, he couldn't resist wanting her.
Dao'er's alluring eyes widened, almost unable to breathe. What...what was he going to do? She was a young, unmarried girl! He was actually taking off his robes in front of her.
No, no! Dao'er's pretty face flushed red, and she hurriedly looked away, but couldn't help but steal a glance back. She noticed that his physique was completely different from his handsome, cold face, exuding a pure masculine strength.
"Hmph!" Shura sneered at her reserved, shy face, and his snow-white robes instantly fell to the ground.
He didn't believe she was an inexperienced girl at all. Just looking at her alluring eyes that captivated men's hearts, and her exquisitely shapely body, even if she didn't want it, a man would be irresistibly drawn to her.
Dao'er's mouth was dry. Curious, she noticed the erection between his legs. She timidly looked up at him, her once melodious voice now slightly hoarse, "Could you tell me... what's hidden here?" Her slender fingers secretly pointed to the bulge protruding from his robe. Jiao Ling's face gave a simple, innocent smile, timid yet captivating.
Shura smiled amusedly, taking her small hand and placing it over his symbol of desire, feeling her warm little hand tremble slightly.
"Do you always use this silly, charming look to seduce men?" His interest was completely aroused by her teasing reaction.
Dao'er glanced at him, puzzled, then was drawn to the warmth of his touch. Curious, she gently stroked the protruding tip—it was so hard!
"Did you hide a rod here?" Dao'er found it amusing, her small hand grasping the hot shaft, inadvertently stroking it.
His rod was so thick and hard; she couldn't hold it at all.
"God!" Shura groaned softly. Her clumsy technique aroused him, causing him to involuntarily curse.
Hearing his groan, Dao'er timidly withdrew her hand, her alluring eyes filled with apology. "Did I hurt you?" "No, you damn well not!" Shura forcefully pulled her hand back, covering his stiff rod again. "Touch it, like you just did." Dao'er smiled sweetly, obediently kneeling before him, slowly stroking his increasingly hard, hot rod, burning hot against the silk fabric.
"A little harder," he urged softly.
"But...but...you seemed to be in pain just now, please don't!" Dao'er was afraid of hurting him again, so she touched him cautiously yet curiously.
"I told you to use force, so use force!" he said sternly, displeased.
Dao'er smiled foolishly, glancing at him hesitantly, "If...if I hurt you again, you can't blame me, okay?" "I won't." He grunted, this little vixen!
Having received his assurance, Dao'er smiled happily, boldly touching his hot, hard rod, and finally even used her other hand.
She played with him with her small hands, her bright black eyes rolling around, and she giggled as she grasped his long rod, playing with it up and down.
"Uh..." he groaned softly, unable to suppress the pleasure he felt in her clumsy yet lively little hands.
After playing with the rod for a while, a desire arose in Dao'er's heart. She suddenly wanted to see what this rod looked like, wondering if he would let her see this fun treasure.
"Hey...can you..." She stopped her little hand movements, raised her alluring eyes and glanced at him shyly, hesitant to speak.
"Don't stop!" He frowned coldly, urging her.
"Wait...wait a minute, can I...can I take a look at this...stick?" How embarrassing, but she still asked.
Upon hearing this, Shura's sinister eyes flashed with a strange light, and his thin lips slowly curved into a wicked smile, "You really want to see?" "Yes." Dao'er nodded vigorously.
She was very serious! Why did he always doubt her? Dao'er felt very wronged thinking about this.
"Okay, crawl in." He lifted his white robe with his large hand, raising an eyebrow and smiling at her.
Dao'er was stunned for a moment, suddenly hesitant, but couldn't help but steal a glance at his hard stick protruding from his pants. For some reason, she felt a little itchy inside.
"Hurry up, shouldn't you be quite familiar with this kind of thing?" He saw her reserved and shy appearance, but inwardly he only sneered.
Dao'er shook her head sullenly, "I didn't..." "Are you going to crawl over here or not? If not, fine!" Saying that, he let go of his robe, turned around and was about to leave, anyway, there were plenty of women who could comfort him.
Dao'er hurriedly grabbed his robe, looking pitifully into his cold eyes, and whispered, "Don't be angry!" Shura looked back at her charming little face expressionlessly, the strong desire aroused between his legs because of her twitching, he turned around, and sneered indifferently.
"If you want it, crawl in yourself." This time he didn't even lift his robe.
Dao'er knew that she actually liked him a little, otherwise she wouldn't be so humble and aggrieved to let him abuse her.
She lowered her little face, twisted his robe with her little hands, and said timidly, "Don't be angry, okay? I...I..." "Hmm?" He didn't speak, raising his eyebrows and looking at her.
A blush shot to Dao'er's ears. She nodded vigorously, a playful and curious smile playing on her crimson lips. Her small hand tentatively lifted his robe, and she couldn't help but glance at him again, finding herself quite fond of his androgynous, handsome face.
Her nimble body darted under his robe, her face buried in the bulge between his legs, her small hand boldly grasping his hard member, far more directly than before.
Although he was reluctant to admit it, he genuinely enjoyed the feeling of her touching him; he hesitated, yet was unbelievably bold.
"Witch," a sneer escaped his throat.
"Where did you hide it? I still can't see it!" Dao'er pouted, her voice muffled.
Upon hearing this, Shura almost burst out laughing. A faint smile appeared on his cold, handsome face as he said in a low voice,
"Don't play dumb with me." He didn't believe she didn't know about a man's thing; he was just playing this ridiculous game with her because he found it amusing.
Dao'er's small head peeked inside his robe. Finally, she reached out and slowly untied the drawstring of his trousers, almost holding her breath in her haste.
"No...it...it..." Dao'er couldn't speak for a long time, presumably because she had seen what it looked like.
Shura sneered, his evil eyes lowered on the small head peeking between his legs.
"Touch it," he commanded wildly.
Dao'er hesitated for a moment, then gently placed her warm little hand on the throbbing, hard shaft of his penis. "So hot, so hard, it must hurt a lot, right?" Shura chuckled. This little vixen always says such ridiculous things that make people laugh and cry. A cold glint flashed in his deep pupils. "Lick it and it won't hurt anymore." "Re...really?" She seemed to believe it, and with a pitying
expression, she placed her small hand on the hard, hot rod, moistened her lips, and hesitantly kissed the slightly damp tip. "God!" Shura gritted his teeth, the pleasure surging through his back making him involuntarily moan. He straightened his back and thrust his erection into her mouth.
This damned little vixen!
It's so big! Dao'er hadn't expected him to put his hot rod into her mouth. She was startled, her throat feeling extremely uncomfortable, and she couldn't catch her breath.
"Mmm..." Dao'er held it in her mouth, protesting with a muffled cry, her little tongue wriggling and licking it up and down.
Shura whispered seductively, "Don't let go, it's hurting!" Dao'er initially wanted to spit it out, but upon hearing his words, she hesitated for a moment, convinced he wouldn't lie to her, so she slowly swallowed and released its large member, her tongue lightly licking it.
Shura gritted his teeth, feeling her warm, moist tongue, the slightly rough buds gliding over it, adding to the stimulation, as she caressed his erection with her clumsy technique.
Suddenly, his face tightened, his hands clenched into fists, because her small hands curiously slid down, grasping his base and playing with his scrotum.
"Stop!" he hissed through gritted teeth.
Dao'er's little hand trembled, and she asked timidly, "Does it hurt a lot? I just... I just... You promised you wouldn't yell if it hurt a lot!" "Hmph!" He grunted, ignoring her rambling.
She crawled out from under his robe, her charming little face innocently staring at his somber, handsome face. For a moment, she began to worry.
His face looked terrible! Dao'er quickly got up and touched his face, anxiously saying, "I... I didn't mean to." Waaah... What if he died? No! She liked him a little, he couldn't just die like this!
"I'll go call the doctor, you... you..." Dao'er's charming eyes were almost filled with tears, her moist, crimson lips pursed sadly.
Shura glanced at her coldly, and suddenly, he reached out and grabbed her into his broad, powerful chest, tearing off her clothes with lightning speed.
"No, no! You can't take my clothes off!" Dao'er cried out in alarm, pushing him away with teary eyes, only to find him as stiff and unmoving as a mountain.
What did he want to do?! Before Dao'er could even resist, her robe was torn to shreds, and in the blink of an eye, her white undergarment lay lifeless on the ground.
"No! You bad guy, you bad guy! You're a big bad guy!" Dao'er sobbed, her small fists clenching as she attacked his steel-hard chest.
In another glance, her upper body was completely naked.
"Only now thinking of being reserved? Too slow!" Xiu Luo scoffed disdainfully, his large hand grasping her full, smooth breasts, his fingers teasing her rosy nipples.
"Ah...no, stop!" Dao'er cried, shaking her head. "Only my future husband can touch me here, you can't!" He had already touched her in the woods, and now he had even torn her clothes to shreds. If Granny Xiao saw this when they got back, she would definitely scold her.
Hearing this, Shura increased the force of his grip, kneading her soft, full breasts out of shape, as if fine nectar was flowing from his palms.
"So, what was that just now?" He was a little curious about her double standards. If she were truly pure and innocent, she would never have licked a man's penis without batting an eye.
Dao'er didn't understand his meaning and sobbed, "I didn't do anything. If I didn't like you a little, I wouldn't have sucked your...there." She wasn't greedy, and besides, it didn't taste that good!
Upon hearing this, Shura knew he could completely control her, because of her naivety and her affection for him. He also understood that her affection couldn't possibly be just a little bit as she thought.
Originally, he wanted to kill her immediately, but given the current situation, he could slowly toy with her until he grew tired of her before dealing with her.
He smiled enigmatically, "You said you like me?" Dao'er blushed slightly and nodded, extremely shy. She felt as if his excessively handsome face could control her heartbeat.
His smile filled her with joy, yet she also feared his cold expression, a terrifying feeling she couldn't describe.
"I...you're so beautiful, the most beautiful person I've ever seen in my life!" Dao'er praised innocently.
"Oh?" Shura's captivating eyes darkened, a chilling smile playing on his lips.
Dao'er instinctively sensed his displeasure. Strangely enough, Granny Xiao often said that Di was naturally slow-witted, but her intuition was sharp, and she could always guess things with a high degree of accuracy. Even this time, when fighting against the government troops, it was because of her intuition that she made more thunder and fire bombs, blasting the enemy into a rout.
But the slow-witted Di still didn't know that the handsome and effeminate man in front of her was the leader of that group of government troops, and was furious about her injuring his army!
"Aren't you happy that you're so beautiful?" Dao'er asked hesitantly, her crescent-shaped eyebrows immediately furrowing again.
He was so naughty. While she wasn't paying attention, his slender fingers pinched her nipple again, playing with it like a small pearl between his fingers.
There was some pain, but also a kind of tingling pleasure that ran through Di'er's bones. For a moment, she didn't know what to do.
She liked the feeling of him touching her. A thick sweetness was slowly melting in her lower abdomen, warm and wet, which made her feel very comfortable.
"Hmph!" He didn't say a word, just hummed softly. Doesn't this little slut know that beauty is a great insult to men?
Fine! Dao'er decided she felt he was unhappy, and thinking this, she wanted to do something to make him happy.
Her small hand reached down and touched his still-erect manhood. She raised her alluring eyes, gazing at his surprised expression, "Is it because it hurts here that you're unhappy?" Xiu Luo's brows furrowed, his captivating eyes deepening. "What? You want to comfort it again?" "Hmm… if you're really uncomfortable…" Dao'er nodded. She was willing.
He smiled wickedly, his large hands playing with her full breasts, saying casually, "It doesn't want your hands, it wants your little hole." "What?" Dao'er's thoughts had already been shattered by his hands. She lingered affectionately against his wicked hands, clinging to the sweet pain he brought her.
"Little hole, your wanton little hole between your legs." He whispered in her ear, his pure masculine breath brushing against her earlobe.
Dao'er's pretty face flushed red, fragments of memories swirling in her mind, but she couldn't piece together a complete event, only remembering a man and a woman, their bodies entwined and moaning in a hazy state.
But... no, no, Granny Xiao had instructed her that her skills must never be touched by any man other than her husband.
"If... if..." she stammered, too ashamed to speak.
"Hmm?" He raised a cold snort in disbelief.
"If you were my husband, then I would... I would let you do anything." As long as it was him, she felt no qualms.
When Dao'er regained her senses, she found that her skirt had fallen off because it was no longer bound. She quickly wrapped the remaining fabric around herself and ran away.
"You're already like this, where do you think you're going?" Shura approached her with slow, deliberate steps, his cold eyes flashing with desire.
"No...don't come any closer!" Dao'er ran and ran, only to find herself against the wall, trapped in a dead end, unable to move forward or backward.
Her alluring eyes darted towards the door, then she glanced suspiciously at him approaching. Her lips trembled, and she cried out in a pitiful voice,
"No! You're such a bully, you bad guy!" Shura shrugged dismissively, a cold, merciless smile playing on his thin lips. With a swift movement, a white shadow flashed, easily capturing her.
"Ah—" Dao'er's scream still echoed in the air as she felt herself suspended in mid-air, firmly held in place.
"Little slut, you've had your fun. Now it's my turn." He held her petite, voluptuous body, heading straight for the bed.
"No..." Dao'er glanced up and saw his cold eyes, and a chill ran down her spine. What...what was he going to do to her?!

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