[Urban] Big Breasts and Wide Hips (Complete) - 4-6

<15>

Since it's my lesbi's girlfriend who's gotten herself into trouble, this is interesting. I was originally worried about her having a girlfriend, so maybe I can sabotage things secretly and break them up. This kind of heinous thing absolutely cannot be known by lesbi, lest my evil scheme be exposed. Thinking of that despicable act, I couldn't help but smile smugly.

Professor Chen: "Sam, what are you laughing at?"

"Uh... I think this case is quite interesting."

Professor Zhang: "Professor Chen, come, come, let's go out for lunch!"

"Thank you, Professor Zhang." What a beautiful day.

Professor Chen: "How could I accept this? I should be the one treating."

Professor Zhang: "Ivory, you come too."

Ivory glared at me, hoping she didn't realize I had ulterior motives.

The two professors walked in front, and we two little radishes had no choice but to obediently follow behind. Ivory is a strange person; she doesn't talk much.

"Hey, why aren't you saying anything? Does your throat hurt?" "I tried to make conversation.

'No!'

'Don't be so cool, we'll be working together in the future... let's shake hands first...' I grinned and extended my hand.

'You'd better behave yourself, you good-for-nothing!'

Good heavens, I got a real slap on the face. I swear, it was just a tiny little slap. To be called a good-for-nothing is a huge humiliation. This time, when we work on the case together, I'll make her pay.

After dinner, Professor Zhang asked Ivory to make me a key to their lab so I could use their equipment anytime. Generally, when making computer scores, I often use a digital piano with music notation software to input the score into the computer. Then I have to use an editing program to write some handles for the sound source, and combine them with the sound card's effects to create the computer score. If there are still effects that can't be created, I have to write a program to directly modify the waveform of the recording."

To avoid embarrassment, after returning to my dorm in the afternoon, I dug out my old sheet music, planning to practice sometime so I could scare Ivory later. To secretly practice and then sneak off to scare someone, I naturally chose the night. After dinner and a shower, I grabbed my sheet music and slipped into the lab.

Most digital pianos have headphones, so I could practice discreetly without being overheard. Don't assume playing the piano is always perfect; during practice, mistakes are inevitable and sound terrible.

When I got to the lab, sure enough, no one was there. I played some scales and arpeggios, thankfully not too much of a regression, which reassured me.

As night fell, my practice came to an end, and I went outside for a smoke and a break. To my surprise, I heard someone playing a Liszt piece. His music is known for its difficulty; I never expected anyone at our school to be able to play it.

Following the sound, I found it coming from a practice room near the lab. The piano music was clear and ethereal, revealing the player's exceptional skill. The piece was Petraca's Sonnet No. 104, composed in the second year of Liszt's pilgrimage.

Listening to the melody, one could almost feel the anguish and sorrow of love expressed in the verses, yet also the yearning for an unattainable dream. Delicate emotions flowed like mercury with the notes.

I gently opened the door to the music room next door, sat down at the piano, and listened quietly through the wall. The night was deep, and gazing at the twinkling stars outside the window, my thoughts rose and fell with the music.

The music faded away, and silence returned, but my thoughts lingered.

I thought of Lesbi, of my unbreakable love for her, of her invincible girlfriend, of her wanting to be intimate with another girl, and how helpless I felt.

A nameless sorrow washed over me. I opened the piano lid and casually played Sonnet 47. (Sonnet de del Petrarca, No. 47; both from the year of the pilgrimage.) Thinking of Lesbi, far away abroad, and the helplessness of our love triangle, layers of emotions, seemingly alive, flowed from my fingertips into the notes. As

I finished, a sigh came from the next room.

"Who are you?" It was a woman.

I was startled, but thankfully remained calm. Who should I say? On a whim, I thought of Weber's *The Phantom of the Opera*. I'd be the Phantom! So I immediately played *The Phantom of the Opera*, the surging music, coupled with the powerful rhythm in my left hand, making me quite pleased with myself.

"And who are you?" After finishing, I asked the girl opposite me.

Not long after, another piece from the same opera, "Music of the Night," came on. I was quite familiar with that piece, and she played it with a unique charm.

So we each played a piece, and after most of the night had passed, we hadn't said a word. I was really sleepy, so I sneaked away while she was talking about her dog (the "Waltz of the Dog," supposedly composed by the pianist Chopin when he saw his girlfriend George Sand's dog chasing its own tail while recuperating on a Mediterranean island), without even playing "Goodnight."

Back in the dorm, Qian was still engrossed in his video games.

Qian: "You're back?" "

Yeah... I told you, the girl I'm working with on the project is really pretty!"

Qian: "Really?! Introduce me, introduce me..."

Hehe, he still doesn't understand that I want him to go and woo Ivory, and then I'll bring Lesbi to grab my bag.

"Yeah, once I get to know her better, I'll drag her out so you can treat me to a meal." Qian

: "No problem, no problem. Tell me first, how beautiful is she? What's her figure like?"

And so the two began plotting their grand plan to overthrow the Qing and restore the Ming.

The next day, they started working on the project. Ivory was quiet and cold to everyone. Thinking about how I had boasted to Qian yesterday about inviting her out, it seemed a bit difficult.

After a tedious day, she complained about my clumsiness, and I complained about her computer illiteracy. What was even worse was that Lesbi made two overseas calls to Ivory's lab, while I only received one in my dorm. Missing one call meant Ivory had lost in terms of sheer number of calls.

Then I heard Ivory sweet-talking and flirting, trying to seduce my girlfriend in front of me, and I could only stand there, seething with anger, not daring to say a word. And Ivory was really despicable; she would even complain to my girlfriend, saying I was clumsy, a complete idiot, and a bunch of other nonsense.

Back in the dorm, when I received a call from Lesbi, I didn't dare mention Ivory; instead, I heard her talking about how her girlfriend had met a complete idiot and they were going to work on a project together. This idiot was wicked and lecherous, who knows how many women he'd gotten pregnant, maybe even a ton of kids like sheep on the Mongolian steppe. Good

heavens! I had to hear the same thing twice, and Lesbi would embellish it, adding even more insults to the idiot. And then all the insults would end up coming back to me, and I could only force a smile—it was infuriating.

--- Appendix: Petraka's Sonnets and English Translation ---

Note: Sambad's Chinese is poor; if I were to translate it into Chinese poetry, it would look like a jumbled mess.

Petraka's Sonnets, No. 104.

benedettosialgiorno,elmese,elanno,elastagione,eltempo,elora,elpuntoelbelpaeseelloco,oviofuigiuntodaduobegliocchichelegatomanno;

ebenedettoilprimodolceaffannochiebbiadesserconamorcongiunto,elarcelasaetteondifuipunto,elepiaghe,chinfinoalcormivanno.

benedettelevocitante,chiochiamandoilnomedilaurahosparte,eisospirielelagrimeeldesio.

ebenedettesiantuttelecarteoviofamaleacquisto,eilpensiermio,chesoldilei,sichaltranonvhaparte.

Original poem translation:

blestbetheday,andblestthemonth,theyearthespringthehour,theverymomentblest,thelovelyscene,thespot,wherefirstoppressdisunk,oftwobrighteyestheprisoner;

andblestthefirstsoftpang,tomethemostdear,whichthrilldmyhear,whenlovebecameitsguest;andblestthebow,theshaftswhichpiercedmybreast.andeventhewounds,whichbosomdthenceibear.blesttoothestrainswhich

,pourdthroughgladeandgrove,havemadethewoodlandechowithhername;thesighs,thetears,thelanguishment,thelove;

andblestthesonnets,sourcesofmyfame;andblestthethought--oh!nevertoremove!whichturnstoheralone,fromheralonewhichcame.-----

Petracca's Sonnets, No. 47.

pacenontrovo,enonhodafarguerra,eterno,espero,edardo,esonunghiaccio:evolosopralcielo,egiacciointerra;enullastringo,etuttolmondoabbraccio.

talmhainpriggion,chenonmapre,neserra,nepersuomiritien,nescioglieillaccio,enonmuccideamor,enonmisferra;nemivuolvivo,nemitrahedimpaccio.veggiosenzocchi

;enonholinguaegrido;ebramodiperir,echeggioaita;edhoinodiomestesso,edamoaltrui:

pascomididolor;piangendorido;egualmentemispiacemorteevita.inquestostatoson,donna,pervoi.Original

poem translation:

If I see no peace, and all my war is done; if I see and hope; I burn, and freeze like ice; if I see a mile, yet I can't bear it; and I thought I had, and all the world I season, that

locks no looseth, hold the inprison, and hold the not, yet escape nowise, nor let me live, nor die, at my devise, and yet of death it give the occasion . Without eye, I see; without tongue, I explain: I wish to be better, yet I want for health; I love another, and thus I hate myself ; if I see me in sorrow, and laugh in all my pain. I, thus please the both dead and hand life, and my delight is cause of this trifle. <16> After being talked to by Lesbi for so long, I felt very bad, feeling that she loved me less than she loved Ivory. I returned to the lab dejectedly and continued to struggle with the tedious program. That shameful Ivory! She disappears at night, probably off to meet some beautiful girl for a kiss. I don't know when, but the familiar sound of a piano rang out again. Everyone has their own style of playing, and their own unique touch; I can tell who's playing immediately. So I tiptoed to the next practice room, and waited until she finished playing her familiar Petraka sonnet before gently continuing with the Phantom of the Opera, letting her know I was there. This time I played my own accompaniment; perhaps because I was in a bad mood, the accompaniment made the whole piece sound very melancholic, and the tempo was much slower than normal. The girl in the next room was also playing the same piece with me, but she changed the accompaniment to a mandolin, making it a four-hand duet. I could tell she knew I was a little sad, wanted to help me, but was also a little helpless. Then she played Schiller's Ode to Joy, perhaps hoping to cheer me up! So every night, I would go there on time, hiding in the music room next to that mysterious woman's, chatting with her about everything under the sun through music. As we got to know each other better over time, we sometimes played duets together, which was truly a joy. But we both tacitly avoided each other. Occasionally, I would have some mischievous thoughts, like playing pieces like "Think of Me" (from Weber's *The Phantom of the Opera*), telling her to remember to think of me. Time flies, and another week has passed in the blink of an eye. The project needs to report its progress to the professors, but that hateful Ivory and I are constantly bickering, and the progress is practically zero. Ivory, seeing that she's about to get scolded, stayed in the lab a little later, around 7 pm, looking restless and constantly trying to run out. "Hey, please, have mercy, we have to report tomorrow, how are we going to talk to the professors?"

"I told you you couldn't write the program." "

If you don't input the music into the computer, there's nothing I can do!"

"It's better than a lone man and woman alone in a room at night! If you're not happy, input the sheet music yourself and arrange the orchestra yourself." She tossed her long hair and went back. It was chilly, quite pleasant!

A while later, my beloved Lesbi was about to call my dorm, so I left behind a pile of unfinished work and ran back to my dorm to wait for the call. I didn't want her to know I was working on a project with her girlfriend, so I didn't give her the lab's extension number. To answer her call, I had no choice but to resign myself to running back to my dorm.

Listening to her animatedly recount her study abroad experiences, and her girlfriend and that big idiot, it was past ten o'clock before I knew it. After hanging up, I rushed back to the practice room for our date. But strangely, the girl who was supposed to play the piano with me didn't come. The entire department building was empty; I didn't see a single person.

"She probably isn't coming!" I sat listlessly in the practice room, repeatedly playing Liszt's *La Campanella* (Paganini et de No. 3), planning to embarrass her when she came.

"Junior, you're in such high spirits! You haven't even turned on the lights..." The practice room door was suddenly pushed open, startling me.

"I'm a guy!" I blurted out.

A girl with a round face entered, also startled. "Oh dear... I'm so sorry, I thought you were my junior! Only she in our department can play this piece." "

Right, I'm not from your department."

"Then what are you doing here?"

"I'm here to help Professor Zhang with a project."

"Oh, I see. Play a couple more pieces for me to hear."

"Then be good and don't make

a fuss, okay?" "Relax, relax..." she nodded frantically, putting her index finger to her lips, making a "shh" gesture to be quiet.

I fumbled through a few pieces when the familiar Petraka drifted from the next practice room. "Junior, junior, I've found someone who can rival you!" she exclaimed, jumping up and running to the next room, disappearing like the wind.

The two of them then chatted quietly in another room.

Finally, she arrived. To be honest, I missed the girl who used to play the piano with me. Soon it quieted down again, and we started chatting as usual. Perhaps because her senior was sitting next to her, the piano playing was a bit off.

I was replaying "La Campanella," wanting to tease her.

"No way..." one girl said.

"Go see..." another girl said.

"You're so embarrassing."

"No way, or I'll tickle you!"

"Wow!"

Like a landslide, my door was pushed open, and the round-faced senior, carrying her precious junior, burst in.

"What are you doing here?" The second hand of the clock I bought from Liszt suddenly broke.

"It's you again?"

"Eh...you two haven't met before? You're lying to me~~ Embarrassing..." The round-faced senior looked innocent, blinking her dreamy eyes like someone from a shoujo manga.

"Hehehe...I won't disturb your lovey-dovey time~~" The round-faced senior disappeared like the wind.

"A moment of spring night is worth a thousand pieces of gold, la! la! la!" The round-faced senior's singing echoed in the corridor, fading into the distance.

'Sigh, it's you, what a disappointment...tsk tsk tsk...'

"Hey, turns out you're a big airhead, what a disappointment..." She chuckled. It

was the first time I'd seen Ivory smile in all the time I'd known her.

'You play the piano very well, it's impressive. ' "

You're not bad either, aren't you a computer science student? How come you play so well?"

"Sigh..." I sighed softly, mimicking a scene from an eight o'clock soap opera: "Let me tell you, it's all my fault for choosing the wrong mother and being born into the wrong family, like a music teacher..." I grumbled on, recounting my childhood tale of blood and tears.

The next day at the meeting, I didn't argue with Ivory anymore. I simply told the two teachers that my program had some bugs, causing delays. Ivory's hostility towards me lessened considerably; at least when we were together in the lab, we'd talk from time to time. Unlike before, when she ignored me all day, making me feel incredibly bored.

After learning Ivory's secret, the round-faced senior would frequently come to the lab, grinding her teeth as she monitored what bigger gossip Ivory and I had.

The day flew by, and when it was time for our evening chat, I went there on time again. Ivory arrived on time, and the two of us sat in our respective practice rooms, playing as if nothing was wrong.

"Do we need to sit in separate rooms?" I knocked on the wall and asked Ivory.

She didn't answer. So I went out, opened her door, and sat down to her left.

"You know, you're the only one who would specifically play the piano for me."

"You're also the only one who would chat with me using the piano." I smiled at her.

"Want to play a piece together?"

"Sure...which piece would you like..." I thought of Weber's *Evita*. "

How about *Immediately Good for You*?"

"Hmm, I really like that piece too..."

It's a duet, which makes it more fun; I can play the male role, and she can play the female role. In the opera, it's the dialogue that Madame Evita sings when she first meets the male lead.

The Latin-style melody is full of romance and fantasy. The original piece cleverly used timpani, much like the heart-fluttering feeling of love at first sight. I used the bass notes of the piano very softly to simulate that emotion.

Listening to the notes of fantasy and longing, smelling the faint scent of her perfume, I felt like I was living in a dream. Every touch of the keys, every sound, stirred ripples in my heart. People are reciprocal; when I felt like I was falling into a dream, I suppose she felt the same way.

After playing the last phrase, she covered her face, turned around, and stormed out the door, leaving me awkwardly sitting in the chair.

<17>

The next day, I saw Ivory looking listless and not saying much, seemingly in a bad mood. "Did I make you angry yesterday?" I asked timidly. She shook her head, biting her lip so hard it almost bled: "Why did you have to be born a boy..." "

I couldn't help it, my mom's belly was strong enough to give birth to a boy, and I couldn't do anything about it!" I was busy trying to cheer her up. It's strange, isn't her dad a man?

She remained silent.

"Did some boy bully you? I'll beat him up for you." I quickly rolled up my sleeves and made a gesture as if I was about to punch someone.

"You wouldn't understand."

"Maybe..." I walked to the digital piano, turned it on, and said, "Well, I'll play for you, and you can tell me slowly." I started with Chopin's Ballade No. 2.

"Let me tell you, my dad is very rich..."

It turns out that Ivory's mother used to work in a factory. Because she was very beautiful, she was lured away by the factory's wealthy owner to be his mistress, and they had two children. Ivory's father, however, inherited the factory business through marriage and refused to divorce her. Rumor has it that her father's family was incredibly wealthy; they owned an entire street of land in Taichung City.

At first, her father would send money regularly, but later, after taking another mistress, he stopped sending money altogether. For a long time, her mother relied on odd jobs to survive, and the family became extremely poor.

She had an older brother, whom she had hoped would earn money to help support the family when he grew older. However, her brother became addicted to gambling, and sometimes when he lost, he would come home demanding money, and if he didn't get it, he would beat their mother. Sometimes, when she tried to intervene, she would be injured. Finally, her mother fell ill and could no longer earn money, while her brother, burdened with gambling debts from loan sharks, even plotted to sell her into prostitution.

"How despicable! How could there be such a person?" "And then?" I asked, a little worried.

"Don't ask anymore, okay?" Tears streamed down her face. I handed her a box of tissues: "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have asked you these things."

Not knowing how to comfort her, I went outside for a smoke. After thinking for a moment, I slipped into the school store and bought a box of Ferrero Rocher chocolates. "Have a couple of Ferrero Rochers..." I smiled and handed her the chocolates.

"Thank you..." She had stopped crying and picked up a Ferrero Rocher like a little kitten. So I got back to writing my program, not knowing what to say.

At noon, I bought two bento boxes and we ate together in the lab.

"By the way, what do you think of my senior?" She took a bite of rice.

"Not bad, very cheerful! And pretty too, I bet a lot of people are after her!" Although the round-faced senior had a round face, she was pretty, with delicate features.

"By the way, starting today I'm going to work part-time as a pianist at a piano bar to earn some living expenses. Want to come with me and my senior? I might not have time to play with you anymore..." '

Uh?! Tell me the truth, is your senior up to something again?'

'No, I swear, absolutely not.' 'Okay,

I'll ask my roommate to come too...'

'Sure...'

Without further ado, I called back to the dorm to tell Qian to get ready; we were going to the piano bar that night. Finally, I had something to report back to. This time, I had to make sure Qian could snag Ivory, I thought to myself.

Ivory called back and made arrangements. We decided to meet at the school gate at 9:30 pm; the round-faced senior would drive us there.

As soon as we got back to the dorm in the evening, Qian greeted us with a big smile.

Qian: "You're amazing, you managed to get a date with a girl." '

Just helping me out, nobody like you plays video games all day, how can you ever snag a girl?' Qian

: "Tell me quickly, aren't those two girls hot?"

"One's super hot, long hair, so beautiful she's practically bubbling with beauty!"

Qian: "How's her figure? Pretty hot?" "

Don't worry, don't worry, absolutely hot! Didn't I tell you that's the one I worked on the project with?"

Qian: "Uh? I forgot, how big? This big? Or this big?" He gestured with his hand over his chest.

"This big, really?" I drew a watermelon with my hand.

Qian: "Ugh~~"

The two of us started discussing the great cause of overthrowing the Qing Dynasty and restoring the Ming Dynasty, completely out of the blue. Qian kept asking what clothes to wear to look handsome.

It was about 9:30, but Qian was so eager to drag me out early. We waited at the school gate for a while, and then the round-faced senior drove up with Ivory in the car. Qian and I sat in the back seat, so we couldn't see what the person in the front seat looked like. I gave a brief introduction to the four of us, and Qian started frantically looking around, trying to get a good look at the two girls in the seats in front of him.

The round-faced senior was as talkative as ever, her voice dotting the entire way. Qian wasn't far behind, constantly chiming in. Ivory and I, on the other hand, were quite quiet.

A little while later, we arrived at our destination. Looking closely at the sign, it was "Piano Club"!

"Oh my god, I can't afford a hotel." I realized I only had three thousand yuan on me, and those "business clubs" were practically synonymous with "expensive.

" Qian: "Don't worry, don't worry, I brought extra."

Senior: "Oh dear, a beautiful young woman like me, sitting inside, will I…?" She glanced at Qian and me: "Won't someone do something to me…?"

Qian: "I swear I don't have any weird drugs on me!"

Ivory: "Let's go, I need to change." She grabbed a bag of clothes and hurried into the club.

Don't assume a place with a piano is more upscale. Stepping inside, the same smoky atmosphere, the same cheap air freshener smell, even the piano music sounded cheap.

The young master led us to our seats, while Ivory went to the changing room. The madam rushed over with a smile, asking if we had a preferred girl. Scenes from my time as a young master in a hotel flashed before my eyes.

The smiling madam, this time, had encountered a stingy bumpkin. The same small talk, the same lighting of cigarettes for the guests, even the smiles and the way she covered her mouth were identical. The young masters also entered in the same order, served side dishes and towels, not forgetting to peek at who had money.

After a while, two flamboyantly dressed girls came in, sitting brazenly to the side, calling the boss this and that. Compared to my senior and Ivory, these two were really quite ugly. I don't understand how I ever thought that hotel girls were prettier than respectable women.

"Brother Qian~~ Come on, have a drink..." A girl hooked her arm around Qian's neck.

"Brother Sam~~" Another one was calling me too... Oh my god! Chicken skin was falling everywhere.

Familiar piano music started, and Ivory came on stage. I glanced sideways and saw a black dress, the same cold and beautiful woman, just in a different hotel.

"Distinguished guests, for the next hour, I, Night Shadow, will be serving you..." Ivory's sweet voice came through the loudspeaker.

My mind went blank, and a glass clattered to the ground.

<18>

The girls next to me were busy cleaning up the broken glass, and my mind was a mess. After spending so much time together, I hadn't guessed that Ivory was Night Shadow.

Qian: "Sam, you're drunk after only two drinks?"

Senior: "No way, look at him, his face isn't red and he's not out of breath, how could he be drunk?" "It's

okay, my hand slipped."

The bar girl: "Brother Sam~~ were you scared by the beautiful woman? So shy..."

I cleared my messy thoughts, how could I not recognize her? Perhaps it was because the hotel lighting was always dim that I couldn't remember what Ye Ying looked like; or perhaps she was so annoying that I simply couldn't be bothered with her at the time. Thinking about it further, I couldn't even remember what those young men I was close to looked like anymore.

But what truly made me uneasy was what Ivory had said that morning. Her brother wanted to sell her, and she wouldn't say what happened afterward. But the fact that she had become a hostess was undeniable.

Ivory continued playing her bland pop songs, and customers would occasionally come up to request them. The large tip glass on the piano was soon overflowing with colorful bills.

Lost in thought, I ignored the two girls beside me. After getting no response, they shifted their attention to Qian.

Perhaps it was just a feeling of pity, a sense of sympathy for Ivory. I wondered if she had truly been sold into prostitution, imagining her beautiful body being pressed down on a bed by a bloated, obese man… A nameless heartache pierced my soul like a needle.

My heart is troubled by the many worries of yesterday.

I couldn't sit still; Ivory's normally elegant and flawless piano playing sounded so jarring. I tossed three thousand yuan to Qian, feigning a headache, and left.

Penniless, I walked alone from the city center back to school, hoping the cool night breeze would clear my head.

"Young man, come sit down, have some tea!" a pimp shouted in front of the barbershop.

I pulled out my empty pockets, a bitter smile on my face, and walked over.

Thinking about Ivory's past, I increasingly understood her hostility towards men. Men, oh men, for money and sex, they'll do anything.

Perhaps lost in thought, or perhaps I was too tired from walking, I twisted my ankle in front of a betel nut stand. The two girls inside, seeing my clumsy attempt, laughed so hard their makeup fell to the ground. Two yellow teeth—they ate betel nuts too.

I clutched my ankle, sat down on the ground. Luckily, it wasn't serious; after resting, I should be able to walk back. The neon lights of the betel nut stand were blindingly bright. I looked at my watch against the light; it was midnight. Everyone must have gone back to their dorms by now. I dragged my feet, heading towards the school.

"Hiss!" I heard the sound of emergency brakes. Looking back, I saw the girls from the betel nut stand, all dressed up, running out, waving and trying to sell more betel nuts.

Turning back, the school was less than a kilometer away, yet it felt so far.

Footsteps rushed up from behind. "Sam, are you alright?" A warm hand supported me. Looking to my left, I saw Ivory.

"I'm fine." "

Let's go back together... um?"

"No, I can still walk, I want some peace and quiet."

She waved goodbye, indicating that her senior should take Qian back first. The car drove off, and I could vaguely hear the round-faced senior and Qian flirting.

"Why did you leave first?" "

I'm not used to it, so I left first." I shook my twisted left ankle; it didn't seem to hurt much anymore. I gently took her hand off my shoulder and placed it in my left hand.

We walked back to school in silence, hand in hand. The artificial lake reflected the streetlights, the gentle ripples like ripples of thought.

"So beautiful." I stopped by the lake.

"Yes." She gazed at me intently.

We sat down on the grass, she was still wearing that black dress. The streetlights shone on her, she looked so beautiful.

"Are you Night Shadow?"

"Yes, musicofthenight, do you remember?" "

I remember." "

What's wrong?"

I took a breath, gathering my thoughts. "You used to work at a hotel, didn't you?"

"How did you know?" She held my hand tightly.

So I briefly told her about working at the hotel.

"Won't you look down on me?" She cried, her tears like dewdrops on a rose.

I shook my head violently. "I... I feel sorry for you." My emotions collapsed, and tears streamed down my face.

She hugged me.

"You... really..." I couldn't say it.

"Silly boy..." She stroked my hair. "You're such a silly boy..."

I kissed her without thinking.

Ah, my beloved Lesbi, I'm so sorry. A voice calling from the depths of my heart...

<19>

It was pity, it was love, it was affection, I couldn't tell anymore.

I held her tightly. This was the first time my emotions had surged, wanting me to completely possess a woman. I wanted to possess her, to possess her heart, her feelings, and her past.

"Sam...don't cry...I'm not worth your tears."

'You are...you are!' So many words I wanted to say to her. But I couldn't utter them, and I didn't know where to begin.

Fish in the lake leaped out of the water, splashing water everywhere.

The summer night was like water, a gentle breeze bringing a cool breeze.

'It's cold, let me take you home.'

She shook her head: "I don't want to go back...stay with me a little longer, okay?"

'Okay, then, I'll play the piano for you, okay?'

I stood up and pulled her up with both hands. We walked side by side towards the department building, like lovers in the throes of passion.

The department building had a small concert hall with a grand piano. The chair was only big enough for one person. I didn't turn on the lights, letting the moonlight spill freely onto the floor. I led her to the piano, lifted her onto the platform, and had her take off her shoes and sit down. I wanted to watch her play, just for her.

She bent her knees, her hands wrapped around them. Moonlight streamed through the windowpane, illuminating her, making her look like a fairy in musical notes. I played her piece, and my piece. From our first encounter in the music room, I played about the sorrow of her past, my tenderness for her, and my boundless love and affection.

"You Must Love Me" (from Webber's opera Evita), I don't know where the courage came from, but I wanted to say those words to her. In the original opera, it's the song Evita sings to Perron before her death, filled with boundless sorrow and tender love. "

Where do we go from here?" I sang softly. "This isn't where we intended to be.

" "We had it all, you believed in

me, I believed in you." "

Certainties disappear." "What do we do for our dream to survive

, how do we keep all our passions alive as we used to do?" " Deep

in my heart, I'm contemplating things that are longing to say, " "

Scared to confess what I feel frightened you'll slip away," "You must love me... " "You must love me..." "You must love me..." She actually sang the last line with me. The piano music lingered for a long time. I couldn't believe she would sing that line to me. "Do you...like me?" The vows still echoed in my ears, but my heart betrayed Lesbian. "I..." she said, reaching out and playing the "do" key. "I..." I thought for a moment, she meant "I..." What about me? "Ido"—that means "I do"? "Me..." I played the second (two) key...

She paused, then took my hand that had struck the keys and stroked her burning cheek. Our faces drew closer and closer until our lips met in a passionate kiss.

With a "bang," I slammed the piano lid shut, the sound echoing. Our bodies drew ever closer, and before we knew it, we were kissing passionately on the piano.

No matter what had happened to her before, her body remained pristine and flawless in my eyes, as pure and transparent as her piano music. I only dared to hold her and kiss her, daring not to have any other thoughts, afraid of defiling her innocent emotions.

"Do you think I'm rotten?"

I shook my head.

"Do you think I'm cheap?"

"Why do you say that?"

"Every man wants to sleep with me, why don't you touch me?"

"You don't understand..." I weakly pounded the piano lid: "Because I love you..."

"I'm sorry..." "

Let's just let things take their course?"

"Yes." She blinked her bright eyes and nodded. A hand stealthily brushed past my hair, ears, and neck, its index finger hooking the collar of my shirt. Where it passed, it felt like down feathers gliding across my skin, arousing desire.

Those fingers, like pianists, danced a summer night's dance on my body like sprites. Thumb drew a circle on index finger, and "pop," the first button defiantly slipped from its post; "pop," the second button, too, was bewitched by her fingers and fled.

Her fingers were soft and supple, like caressing me, yet almost weightless. The dancing sprite suddenly disappeared into my shirt, changing stage, settling on my chest. So hot, so hot, a tingling current coursed through my chest with the sprite's dance.

"Oh..." I murmured, wanting to sit in the electric chair of desire, a muffled moan escaping my lips.

I gently wanted to place my hand on her chest, but I hesitated, as if suffocating. In vain, I clenched my fist and placed it between her breasts. She gently pushed me away, sat up, and tossed her hair. She took my hand, placed it behind her back, on the zipper, and slid it down. I sat up, my hands guided by her, and removed her dress.

The dark night, the dark piano, the moonlight reflecting off her snow-white skin, so bright I could barely open my eyes. The black dress, the black lingerie, lay scattered on the floor. I stared, mesmerized.

"I like you…"

"Mmm…"

"I really like you so much…"

"Me too…"

"So…" she took a breath, "So… I want…"

I wanted it too. That feeling wasn't simply about releasing desire, but a longing, a longing for our hearts and bodies to be intimately united. I buried my face in her chest, kissing her. The blush on her breasts hardened little by little under my tongue.

Her hands didn't stop. Looking down, I saw my clothes lying on top of her dress. One piece, two pieces, three pieces, four pieces…

Inadvertently, our most intimate spot touched—so slippery, so hot.

"Can I really do this? Can I really do this?" I asked myself repeatedly. I wanted to go in, but I dared not; would this hard-won affection be shattered by excessive intimacy? I didn't know.

Each time we made an unintentional touch, her fingers on my back would tighten. A burning sensation came from my groin; the unintentional contact caused my desire to linger in the small depression before my paradise. Pushing forward slightly, the heat intensified, and her fingers gripped even tighter.

Pushing further, I felt her tightly clenched folds being gradually stretched open by me. "So tight…" Though the flow was gentle, entry was difficult. The nest of desire struggled against the intrusion.

"Will it hurt?" I asked, looking at her furrowed brow.

She shook her head vigorously.

Finally, I was completely inside her. I stopped, kissing her, a love that felt like we were one, swirling in my heart. The secret passage in her paradise trembled intermittently. It gripped the intruder, then released him; gripped him, then released him.

"Oh..." she breathed softly, opening her eyes to look at me tenderly. The feeling was blissful and sweet.

"I want to possess her, I want to possess her," I told myself again and again. I thrust in and out, from gentle to frenzied. The piano stand beneath her back thumped, the strings resonating with a buzzing sound.

I curled her knees, pressing them against my chest. I pulled gently, yet thrust deeply, reaching the deepest part of her being. "Ah..." she cried out, unable to hold back any longer.

A surge of heat flowed from the depths of her paradise, while I, pressing against the entrance of her life-giving temple, unleashed endless bursts of molten passion.

We embraced, panting. I gently stroked her hair, gazing at her. So happy!

I love you, Ivory.

<20>

Passion, so intense, so lingering.

Her snow-white legs were wrapped around my waist, unwilling to let go. I gently caressed her thighs, long and shapely, without a single flaw. My greedy gaze lingered. Her

beautiful thighs rose, forming a perfect arc with her serpentine waist. Greedily looking upwards, moonlight spilled onto her full breasts, two small blushes adding to the room's allure. That was the place that so many men dreamt of! Her

slender neck connected to men's dreams, to her angelic face. Her delicate chin, her slightly moist lips, were where my passion lingered. A few beads of sweat glistened on her small nose in the moonlight. Her deep, bright eyes, large and expressive, seemed to speak, holding a deep affection.

Long hair, bathed in moonlight, cascaded down the edge of the piano stand like a waterfall. Her outstretched arms, following the flow of the waterfall, curved away from the piano.

What a beautiful scene, like a fairy arriving on moonlight, fluttering her silvery-white wings.

"Sam…" she said shyly, "Listen to my Petraka!"

The fairy left the piano, and I, leaning on the stand, chin resting on my hands, watched her captivating figure as I sat in the concert chair. Dreamlike sonnets drifted from the black and white keys. Each string vibrated within the piano beneath me, telling verses of the dark night.

She loved me; her verses resonated deep within my heart. She couldn't help but pull me down from the stand, to her side. My loving hands traced her soft, flowing hair, across her face, her breasts, cascading down…

The music, clear and transparent, became unrestrained, passionate, and thirsty with the movement of my hands. Her breathing was rapid, her cheeks flushed and hot. An angel of the night, transformed into a seductive enchantress. My surging desire was rekindled…

When I returned to the dormitory, it was almost dawn. Qian was sleeping terribly, his legs stretched out crookedly outside the blanket, snoring deafeningly, occasionally letting out a few whispered words in

his sleep. Lying on the bed, I could still faintly smell Ivory's lingering scent. It was a scent that evoked longing, a scent that evoked tenderness, lingering in my mind, impossible to dispel.

Thinking of Lesbi, being with her was like basking in the warm winter sun, a happiness tinged with peace; thinking of Ivory, she was like transparent crystal, a tenderness I could never forget.

With Lesbi, I could talk about anything, joy and sorrow both finding refuge in her embrace; with Ivory, just playing the piano with her was enough to touch my heartstrings, bringing immense joy.

The two women in my heart, I couldn't distinguish which was more important.

I drifted off to sleep, and it seemed as if the two of them were holding hands, playing with me in my dreams.

When I woke up, Qian was all gossipy, wanting to find out if I'd had any romantic encounters yesterday.

Qian: "Come on, tell me honestly, where did you go yesterday?" "

Nothing much, I took her back to her dorm, then went to the lab to write some code."

Qian: "Really? Hmm? Your nose seems to have gotten longer!" "

Really...tsk...were you interested in those two yesterday?"

Qian: "To be honest, Ivory is really hot, I don't know if I have a chance."

Actually, he had no chance at all. "

Going to the round-faced senior would be faster, she's less conspicuous. There are so few women on campus, if you're walking with Ivory, you might get stabbed to death by other men."

Qian: "Walking with a lesbian, you won't die any slower!" "

By the way, remember I told you not to reveal that I have a girlfriend, okay?" Qian

: "Don't worry, don't worry, I won't even talk in my sleep!"

"Okay, I'm going to the lab now. Try to ask my senior sister out when you have time!"

Qian: "Okay, but only if she's willing to go."

After giving her instructions, I ran off to the lab, eager to see Ivory.

In the lab, besides Ivory, there was a round-faced senior sister and a senior brother, gossiping about what happened at the piano bar yesterday. Contrary to expectations, she was cold and aloof, as if the passion of last night had never existed.

Senior sister: "You don't know, those men were staring at her, their saliva almost drowned the piano bar."

Senior brother: "You can imagine, those flies are no match for Ivory!" The senior brother kept glancing at Ivory out of the corner of his eye, looking like only he was good enough for her.

"Thanks, I'm not that good."

I remained silent, burying myself in writing code, a little annoyed, as Ivory barely paid any attention to me.

Senior: "Junior, do you want me to help you with chords? I'm pretty good at music theory!"

"Thanks, I'll let you know if I need it."

Senior: "Yeah, our Ivory wouldn't fall for a shallow man..." She reached out and pinched Ivory's cheek, glanced sideways at the senior, glared at me, and stuck out her tongue.

Senior: "Let's eat together for lunch, it's on me." He said he was treating everyone, but it was Ivory who was really interested.

Senior: "Yay! Yay! Yay!"

"I'm not hungry, you guys go eat..."

Senior: "Um... do you want me to bring you lunch?" He really hit a snag.

"No, thank you."

Senior: "Come on, come on..." She grabbed Ivory.

"Really not hungry?"

Senior: "Sam, want to eat with us?"

I turned around and pointed to my bulging backpack: "There's bread in there." "

Senior: We're off then~" she said, drawing out the last syllable, and then stuck her tongue out at me when I wasn't looking.

The seniors went out together, their playful chatter fading into the distance.

"Are you mad at me?" I turned to look at Ivory.

She tiptoed over, hugged me tightly, and kissed me. "Silly boy, it's inconvenient with so many people around..."

Ivory's behavior in public and in private is so different.

She sat on my lap, her arms around my neck. "Sam... I missed you..."

"Me too..." I quickly kissed her back, and she lightly flicked my cheek.

"I have something to tell you, don't be mad..." "

What is it? Go ahead..." I wrapped my arms around her waist.

"I don't want anyone at school to know I have a boyfriend..." "

Oh? Why?" "

I just don't want to!" "

Tsk... You have another boyfriend, huh?" "

No," she looked at me seriously, "you're my first boyfriend."

I tilted my head and thought about it. That's right, she only had girlfriends. Then I thought about how I was her first boyfriend, and I couldn't help but feel a little smug. Then I thought about it again, and she lost her virginity...could it really have been forced? The more I thought about it, the more confused I became.

"What are you thinking about?"

"Nothing, just thinking about how pretty you are..."

"Liar!" I got a tap on the head.

"Hehe..." I stuck out my tongue.

"Then...you have to promise me you won't see other women...you're my only man..."

Suddenly I thought of Lesbi, wondering how she was doing in England? I gasped, "Don't worry, don't worry...you're so beautiful, what woman can compare to you..." I said, a little guilty.

"Good to know!" "

Then if I ever see you walking with someone else at school, I'll stay far away." The

two chatted for a while, leaving her face covered in kisses, before quickly pretending nothing had happened and returning to their seats upon hearing footsteps.

The senior students returned with lunchboxes, and the four of them ate in the lab. With the senior students around, there was never a dull moment.

I began to contemplate the future with the two women I loved. I had originally wanted to give up on Lesbi and only be with Ivory, but I couldn't bear to part with Lesbi. Now, Ivory said that relationships couldn't be public at school, clearly worried about Lesbi finding out. To be honest

, two-timing was against my conscience; but thinking about it another way, weren't they both already with other women? I hadn't treated them badly. Since they were hiding their feelings for me, it seemed that as long as they were careful, they shouldn't get caught.

Even if they were caught, they should be easy to reason with. The

more I thought about it, the more smug I became, seemingly on the verge of success, a satisfied smile creeping onto my lips.

<21>

"So everyone's hiding here." A loud voice rang out from outside the door.

Senior: "Qiangqiang~~ You're here too, have you eaten yet~~" The round-faced senior's voice was quite intimidating at the end.

A dark-skinned, muscular boy walked in, holding a tennis racket, sweat dripping from his face.

Qiang: "Hi~~" He greeted the senior with a smile, "Wenwen, you're here too~~" He waved to Ivory.

Ivory's name has the character "Wen" in it, but I don't usually call her that affectionately. Hearing someone call her that, my jealousy immediately overflowed.

"Hi~~" Ivory, no, no, I should say Wenwen (I'd be at a huge disadvantage if I didn't call her as affectionately as others), actually waved to him. Oh my god! A corner of the ice queen's ice cube fell off.

When no one was looking, I secretly made a face at Wenwen, my mouth forming the shape of "Wenwen". The senior student who had just been boasting about his theoretical composition looked at him with a sense of formidable dread.

Senior: "Look at you, you've brought your body stench in here."

The senior student pretended to take a deep breath: "It's okay, it smells great~~ It smells great~~" Her dreamy eyes, straight out of a shoujo manga, reappeared.

Qiang: "I'm so sorry, I'll go change my clothes."

Even changing clothes required him to tell Wenwen, oh my god!

Wen: "Forget it, it doesn't matter."

A glint of jealousy flashed in the senior's eyes, while the senior's gaze became even more dreamy.

Not to mention the senior, I was also seething with hatred. I hate those who rely on their looks, all show and no substance, fooling girls

to death. So the five of us spent the afternoon in the lab. The round-faced senior student was drooling over that athletic, handsome guy. The three of us men were competing to see whose vinegar was more sour. In the evening, everyone started urging us to have dinner together. Only I was left sulking, staying in the lab alone, eating bread. Just as

the four of us left, Wenwen slipped back in, quietly telling me to be good, not to drink too much vinegar, it's bad for my stomach, and then kissed me before leaving the lab.

Maybe it's because I think she's too pretty, I'm always a little uneasy. But I'm also glad she's pretty aloof with guys; maybe that's why I managed to win her over, despite all the odds.

Half an hour later, Wenwen came back alone, bringing me a chicken leg—it was really sweet.

"Are you jealous?" she asked, sitting on my lap.

"Uh... a little bit." I buried my head in her arms, a little embarrassed.

"Let me tell you, no matter what other men are like, you're special. You're the kind of person who seems ordinary at first glance, but shines brightly after you get to know them."

"Am I? I can't tell."

"That's really true, so don't be so insecure. What I like is the confident Sam, the Sam who plays the piano with me..."

Her words made me blush, but thankfully I hid in front of her chest, so no one saw.

"I like you a lot too! Not just your looks, but that... that lovable feeling, that feeling of our hearts connecting when we play the piano together." "

I love watching you play the piano, I love..." She sealed my words with her lips.

After a playful kiss, we discussed it and decided to spend the rest of the summer vacation with her at her part-time job every night. Partly, I could be her backup, in case a customer requested a piece she hadn't heard before; partly, I was worried about her safety and volunteered to accompany her every day.

After playing for her a few times, the hotel owner decided we should take turns working two-hour shifts, so I started earning extra income. Unfortunately, in a place mostly frequented by male customers, my tips were always less than Wenwen's.

Because we had to work at night, we couldn't play the piano and kiss in the music room every day like before. She would often play the piano while looking at me tenderly, as if she were playing especially for me. Under the dim light, wearing a beautiful little dress, listening to her play for me was truly one of life's greatest pleasures.

Me too. When there were no customers requesting songs, I would think of special tunes and happily play them for Wenwen, telling her how I felt that day. Even a chance glance seemed to spark a flame of love.

During the day, we'd both be in the lab working on projects, occasionally visiting some classmates; life was carefree and happy.

Lesbi still called Wenwen from the lab from time to time, and I'd take advantage of my evenings when I went back to the dorm to shower to answer Lesbi's calls.

At first, Wenwen sounded a little guilty when talking to Lesbi. After a few days, she went back to her usual self, still acting affectionately and intimately with me. So I couldn't guess what she was thinking. I didn't know if she intended to maintain the love triangle or choose between me and Lesbi.

Half a month passed quickly, and my pockets were full; I'd made a small fortune. Seeing a swarm of flies around Wenwen, I wasn't as jealous anymore, and our relationship grew stronger. With Lesbi about to return to his home country, the two of them discussed and decided to take a vacation together.

I calculated that they should be able to afford a trip to Southeast Asia, but Wenwen wasn't keen, insisting on going to Hualien. She said the seascape there was beautiful, she absolutely loved it, and there was one place she absolutely had to take me to see.

They rented a car and drove there, sightseeing along the way. Since I don't have a driver's license, she drove most of the time… I just squatted beside her, watching her, talking to her, or admiring the scenery.

The seascapes of Hualien and Taitung were truly beautiful. Especially when traveling with your loved one, the experience was completely different. They laughed and played all the way to Hualien and checked into the Chung Hsin Hotel. Wenwen had already made reservations beforehand. She said some rooms at the Chung Hsin had views of the Pacific Ocean, with stunning scenery. She specifically booked a corner room on the top floor, supposedly the best view in the hotel.

Their room service included late-night snacks, and you absolutely had to try the pork chop noodles—guaranteed you'd want more! After listening to her boasting for ages, my mind was already in the hotel room before we even arrived. The streets of Hualien city are narrow and winding. Unexpectedly, Wenwen found the hotel in no time. I carried the luggage, took Wenwen's hand, and we entered the hotel. All the other guests and the doorman, male and female, stared at her intently, making me quite proud and walking with a swagger.

Entering the room, the first impression was one of elegance, not luxurious, but very clean.

I slipped a hundred NT dollars to the doorman as a tip. Closing the door, we returned to our quiet world.

Wenwen was already standing by the window. I went over and stood beside her. Looking out the window, there was a vast expanse of deep blue ocean, with a few cargo ships lying quietly on them, like a painting. A gentle breeze blew, brushing her black hair against my face.

"Sam…" she said, hooking her arm around my shoulder, staring at me blankly, lost in thought.

"Hmm?" "

Do you love me?"

"I love you."

"Would you like to go somewhere with me?"

"Of course! I'll even go to the deep fryer with you."

After packing our luggage, Wenwen drove me out and we bought some fruit and snacks in the city. She seemed to be in a very good mood, constantly exclaiming how beautiful the flowers were as we passed a flower shop. I bought her a large bouquet.

She seemed to know the roads in Hualien very well, driving through the winding streets to a small hill by the sea. The scenery along the way was extremely beautiful, but unfortunately, there were many new and old graves along the roadside, which spoiled the view.

That's how Taiwan is; beautiful places are either turned into ugly tourist amusement parks or filled with ghosts. You can't say anything if you're unhappy about it. It would be a little scary if a ghost came to kiss me in the middle of the night.

In a place nestled between mountains and the sea, Wenwen parked the car and took my hand as we walked out. There were many small paths along the mountainside, and I kept reminding her not to step on the cute little animals by the grass. They looked very cute, but some of them could kiss you and you'd end up in the hospital on an IV drip.

A little while later, they reached a small open space facing the sea. They stood quietly together, gazing at the ocean.

"Sam...I really love you so much..."

"Silly girl, I love you so much too!"

She pondered for a moment.

"You must really want to know if my brother sold me after he got into gambling debts, right?"

I nodded: "If talking about it will make you sad, just keep it as your secret...It's okay if I don't know."

"Yes, after my brother incurred gambling debts, he couldn't pay them back and was being chased by underground money lenders. The debt collectors wanted my brother to use me as collateral to pay off the debts. I really didn't know what to do, so I ran crying to my mother for help. I never expected... after hearing about this, my mother's cancer, which had already relapsed, couldn't hold on any longer, and she was hospitalized." "

I'm so sorry, Mom. I shouldn't have let her know about this." Her eyes reddened again.

"It's okay..." I patted her back and gently hugged her.

"In the end... Mom... still couldn't make it... and then..." Tears streamed down her face: "That awful brother of mine, he had no filial piety even after Mom passed away. He used all of Mom's life insurance money to pay off her gambling debts. So... I escaped this disaster..."

Ah... so that's how it was.

"But, all the money's gone, and Mom's wish can't be fulfilled... She loved the sea. I heard her mention when she was in the hospital that she hoped to be buried by a sea like this after she died... So... that's why I went to work at the hotel..."

'I understand. I will love you well, forever and ever...'

She slowly turned around, placing the flowers and fruit in her hand on the ground, muttering to herself.

"Remember what you said..." She looked at me very seriously, her expression chilling.

'Don't worry, I will definitely take good care of you.'

<22>

"Won't have an affair? Won't cheat on you? Won't pay for prostitutes?" she pouted.

'Don't worry, don't worry... of course not...' I nodded, but without thinking, I thought of lesbians.

It was already evening when we returned to the hotel, my stomach growling.

'Want to eat something before going upstairs?'

'Sure.'

I took her hand, carrying a large bouquet of flowers, and walked into the restaurant on the first floor. As we passed, everyone turned to look.

We sat down separately, each ordering our own food; I even ordered an extra glass of red wine. She was all smiles, seemingly extremely happy. Wenwen was incredibly beautiful, her smile captivating. After a few glasses of red wine, a blush rose to her cheeks, adding to her allure.

I recalled the scene at the hotel before, that woman who seemed so unapproachable and distant then, now sitting before me… The world is truly unpredictable.

After our meal, we took the leftover wine and walked hand-in-hand back to our room. Perhaps tired from driving, she lay down on the bed to rest as soon as she entered.

Qian usually played video games in his dorm, so Wenwen couldn't come over; she lived in the girls' dorm, so I couldn't go in either. The grand piano on campus became the only place where we could lie together. After more than a month, the piano lid had loosened from the vibrations, and the strings had gotten some strange liquid on them—it probably needed major repairs. The last time I played that piano, the sound was somewhat like a woman's moans.

I imagined a great pianist performing someday. Good heavens! Petraka's love poem inexplicably turned into an obscene poem.

How wicked.

I placed the red wine and the large bouquet of flowers, then lay down next to her. This was the first time since we met that we had the chance to lie in bed together. My heart was pounding.

"Are you tired?" I asked, noticing her exhausted appearance.

"A little..." she rubbed her eyes, "I've been driving all day..."

"Then let me run you a bath, okay?"

"Mmm." She nodded.

I took a towel to the bathroom, soaked it in hot water, and gave it to her to wipe her face. Back in the bathroom, I washed the bathtub with soap before filling it with water.

After all that work, I was sweating profusely and feeling incredibly hot. As I stepped out of the bathroom, I almost bumped into her, which startled me. But what truly shocked me wasn't almost bumping into someone, but that she was completely naked.

Although I had seen her naked before, it was always in that dimly lit concert hall, where I could only catch a glimpse of her body by the faint moonlight. This was the first time I had seen her perfect body under the lights, and it still took my breath away.

"Look how scared you are, did you do something wrong?" She smiled and wiped the sweat from my forehead.

"Just help me out, you scared me like that."

"Oh, then I'll get dressed and go back." She pouted, pretending to be angry, looking very cute.

"No need, no need, you've already taken your clothes off, how can I let you put them back on so easily!" I made a face at her, put my arm around her waist and walked into the bathroom before turning back to the bedroom to change.

I heard the sound of water; Wenwen turned on the shower and was showering outside the bathtub, planning to get clean before soaking in.

As I took off my clothes, a certain unfortunate thing was already standing at attention, making me incredibly embarrassed. I covered it with both hands, head down, looking pitiful, like a thief sneaking into the bathroom.

She turned around, saw my clumsy appearance, and laughed so hard she bent over, grabbed the showerhead, and frantically sprayed water all over me…

“Silly Sam, you’re so lecherous…”

“I didn’t mean to say that, it’s just being naughty!” I looked at her innocently.

“Sam…” she said shyly, blinking her big eyes, “Could I… peek at it?”

“When will you return it?” I asked her with a smile.

“I’ll return it later!” She slowly squatted down, looking at where I was standing at attention, “So cute… how come a boy’s looks like this?” She reached out and pinched it, a tingling sensation came over her, and she stood even straighter.

“All boys look like this, haven’t you seen it before?”

“Uh… I really haven’t seen it before…”

She looked very intently, picked up her hand to measure it, “Wow, an octave!” She stuck out her tongue.

"Uh, I don't know if an octave is long or short, I've never compared myself to others." After she gestured with her fingers for a while, that place became more and more unruly, swollen and throbbing.

"Shame on you..." She picked up the shower gel, applied it, and gently rubbed it back and forth with her whole hand...

"Ah..." A wave of tingling sensation washed over me, a feeling I had never experienced before. My desire was fiercely aroused by her, almost exceeding my limit of endurance.

Seeing that if I let her continue, I might not be able to hold on too long and be ridiculed by her, so I quickly pulled her up, "It's not fair that you're the only one washing!" I smiled and picked up the shower gel, smeared it on my hands, and glanced at the corresponding area on her body.

"What do you want to do? What do you want to do? Wow~~"

I reached down, and she went limp against me, "You're so naughty..." She patted my shoulder, but I went to touch that little bean that was pregnant with mysterious desire, "Oh..." Only panting could be heard.

Wenwen went limp against me, unable to stand, and I helped her into the bathtub.

Her face was flushed, her eyes watery, her beauty tinged with shyness. Lying in the water, she stretched out her arms, "Hug me..." she said sweetly. Her eyes seemed to speak volumes, brimming with deep love.

I stepped into the water, knelt between her long legs, and slowly leaned down, stirring up gentle currents. Her long hair flowed by, sometimes visible, sometimes hidden above her breasts; the warm water blushed her snow-white body.

That was my woman, beautiful and captivating, a woman with crystal-clear emotions. Looking at her warmed my heart, immersing me in happiness.

I supported my weight with my hands, afraid of tiring her. She wrapped her arms around my neck, our foreheads touching, and I kissed her soft, red lips.

"I like you..." Four hot lips intertwined: "I like you too..."

The kiss, from gentle to passionate, from lips to body. Unconsciously, they left deep imprints of each other's affection on their bodies.

Desire quietly accumulated within them; her lips were red and moist, her breath heavy and short, her strong fingers gripping me tightly like vises.

She opened her eyes, her expression soft, alluring, and shy, a mixture of burning passion and infatuation. Suddenly, I felt a gentle push from behind; she held me tightly, wanting to release her boundless desire.

I lightly wielded the brush of love, placing it on her smooth canvas, softly writing verses of love.

As the brush brushed across the cracks of desire on the canvas, her body trembled, occasionally letting out soft moans. From the mysterious cracks, strands of her private watercolors flowed, enticing the brush tip to slowly disappear into the crevice.

"Ah..." she let out a heavy gasp. The intimate passage seemed to possess a life of its own, devouring the paintbrush of desire.

Her legs were tightly wrapped around my thighs, and I penetrated to the deepest part of her body, my movements octaves deeper. The feeling seemed to reach straight to her heart, enveloping me layer by layer.

The tight folds of the passage were warm and elastic, sending waves of tingling sensations with each friction… That feeling was like intense lust, yet it contained profound affection, the kind of affection that can only be felt when united with a loved one.

I loved making love with her, enjoying that intimate affection that belonged only to the two of us. Although for a man, he could make love with almost any beautiful and generous woman, only with the one he loved would he not be left with only endless emptiness after the climax.

"Sam…" A high-pitched moan disrupted my thoughts. She patted my back lightly, as if nervously urging me to speed up.

Finally, she arched her back, her fingers gripping my arm tightly. After a brief spasm, she calmed down.

I looked at her; her fiery red cheeks were so captivating. We held each other gently, reluctant to part for a long time…

until the surging emotions gradually subsided before we left the bathtub and dried ourselves. Wenwen went to her bag, wanting to take out some new clothes to change into.

“Don’t wear them yet…” I whispered in her ear as I hugged her from behind.

“Why?” She turned around.

“I… just wanted to look at you a little longer!”

“You pervert, aren’t you trying to take advantage of me again?” She gently tapped my head.

“Please…” I shook her arm for a while before she pouted and went back to bed.

I propped up the pillow, leaned against it, and sat with my arms around her from behind, resting my neck against her slender neck, inhaling her scent and feeling her warmth. Wenwen closed her eyes, lost in thought. She blinked her long eyelashes, opened her eyes, and looked at me with a gaze that seemed to see right through me.

"Sam...how many girlfriends have you had?" she asked softly, touching my cheek.

The sudden question left me completely bewildered.

"Tell me..." she said coquettishly, shaking my shoulder, "Have you slept with a few people?"

"Tell me...tell me...tell me..." she pouted.

'I...' I really didn't know what to say, constantly racking my brains for a solution.

"Sam...I just want to know..." she said softly, "Sam...I'm so jealous of them...Sam...tell me...Sam...don't blame me for being a spoilsport, I really love you...Sam..."

My mind raced, never expecting her to ask such a pointed question. I only knew that no matter what, I absolutely couldn't reveal that I was a lesbian, otherwise the problem would become very serious.

'I've only slept with two people...' I said, a little guilty.

"Which two?" she asked, somewhat uncertainly.

“One is Xiao Hong, you knew her when we worked at the hotel.”

“Her… I vaguely remember her…”

“The other is you.”

“Really?”

I nodded.

“So, do you love Xiao Hong?”

I shook my head.

“Then, why did you sleep with her?”

“I didn’t do it on purpose, you know, back then when you were a young master, you had to have a drink or two with the guests!”

“And then?”

“You know, if the girls got drunk, we young masters would have to give them a ride home.”

“Hmm?”

“One time when I was giving her a ride home, she drank too much and couldn’t climb the stairs, so I helped her up, and I accidentally went into her room. I drank quite a bit that time, so… I accidentally…”

“You slept with her?” Her eyes sharpened.

“Yes, I’m sorry…”

“And then what? Was there a second or third time?” she asked, a little annoyed.

"Later...it happened a few more times..."

"Hmph!" Her face was sour, as if she was a little jealous.

"Don't be angry, I didn't have a girlfriend back then! And I was young, so it's inevitable that I had some physical needs!"

"Oh~~physical needs...tsk tsk..." She picked up her finger and scratched my cheek.

I looked at her with an honest and sincere expression. As for the lesbian thing, of course I couldn't say it under any circumstances, not even in my dreams, not even if someone drugged me!

"Then, will you treat me wholeheartedly?" Her eyes softened again, as if she was being coquettish.

"I will..." Actually, I didn't blame her. All women want to possess the man they love. And almost all women will ask their beloved man how many women he has slept with.

She smiled so happily, as bright as a sea of flowers in spring.

I don't know what she thought of, but a blush rose on her face.

"Sam..." She hooked her arms around my neck and rested her head next to my ear.

"Hmm?" "

Tell me, who do you feel most comfortable making love with?"

"You, of course!"

"Why?"

"Because I love you."

"Just that simple?" She looked unconvinced.

"Actually, men are very simple creatures. They just go in, move around, and ejaculate—it's just a few seconds of pleasure. The only difference is whether they like the girl or not… The psychological feeling far outweighs the physiological difference."

"Hmm…" she seemed to understand. "Sam… when I'm with you, I belong only to you…" She gently stroked me, looking at me intently. Her eyes were so full of affection. "Sam… I'm so afraid of losing you… I'm so afraid that the first man I love will play with my feelings."

"Poor girl," I stroked her hair, "I won't abandon you… really!"

"What if I become ugly?"

"You won't become ugly!" "

But we'll all get old eventually, and then we'll be ugly!" She looked at me with a mournful expression.

"By then I'll be old and ugly, so we'll be even!" I coaxed her with a grin.

"Sam... I'll dress you up in beautiful clothes and put on fragrant perfume... I want you to love me forever."

"Wen..." I kissed her. In that instant, it felt like I had the whole world.

On the way back from vacation, I kept having random thoughts. Maybe it was because I hadn't seen Lesbi for too long, or maybe I was moved by Wenwen, but I was thinking of breaking up with Lesbi and focusing solely on Wenwen. But I was afraid that would be too risky. What if Wenwen fell in love with another girl or boy in the future? Then I'd be left with nothing. On another note, if I broke up with Wenwen, she might hold a grudge against all the guys for the rest of her life. And I'm terrified of seeing girls cry; no matter who I choose, one of them will inevitably get hurt. These two girls I love haven't done anything to wrong me. It's so hard for me to break up with them.

After thinking for a long time, I figured everyone's busy with their second year of graduate school anyway. Maintaining the status quo might allow me to get through graduation, which would give me the chance to keep having two relationships. If I get caught, it seems I can at least keep one of the two relationships afloat.

Besides, what if they both want to maintain a boyfriend-girlfriend relationship? I might actually benefit from that. Thinking about it another way, they're so beautiful, they could easily be snatched away by other guys, so at least I'd still have one left.

Luckily, I have a science and engineering background, and after some probability analysis, I figured having two girlfriends at the same time was the most promising option. Even if they meet again, that's a matter for the future. And they get along so well, if they were willing to share one man… wow! What a perfect and happy life! Thinking this, a huge weight lifted from my shoulders, and I couldn't help but feel a little smug. The Hualien and Taitung coastlines looked even more beautiful. Ah! Who told me I'm so lucky! With two such beautiful girlfriends by my side, even if I'm chased by men at school, I'd be willing.

Back in the dorm, I pushed open the door and saw Qian still at his computer desk, playing video games. The ceiling fan whirred, blowing in gusts of hot air.

"Long time no see, how have you been?"

Qian: "You're back! It's been about the same time, but your girlfriend keeps calling!" "

Did she say anything?"

Qian: "No, just asking if you're back!"

"Oh... I see. So what did you say?" I'd forgotten to tell Lesbi I was going to be missing for a few days before leaving, a bit of a blunder.

Qian: "You said you went back to your home in Taipei!" He turned around, his shirt pulled up to his stomach, revealing a bit of his belly. Sitting at the computer all day had made his stomach slightly protrude, and his skin was whiter than most of the girls in the school.

Qian: "Didn't you tell me you were going back to your home in Taipei? Why are your family calling to ask where you are?"

"Oh dear!" "I was originally going home, but then a friend called, so I went to his house to hang out and play mahjong!"

Luckily, I reacted quickly; it wouldn't have been good if I had let it slip.

Qian: "Oh, I see."

I breathed a sigh of relief; everything seemed fine, I hadn't been caught.

"Hey, did you go out with the round-faced senior?" I asked with a grin, looking gossipy.

Qian: "She never calls, how could we have gone out?" "

Why don't you call her? You're so stupid."

Qian: "Uh... I can use video games, but not the phone." He put on a pitiful expression.

The phone rang, and I rushed to answer it.

"Hello, who is this?"

"Sam~~ Did you miss me~~" Lesbi's sweet voice came from the other end of the line. "

Waaah~~ I missed you so much~~" I pretended to cry as I pulled the long phone cord to the bed and talked to her while lying down.

Qian turned around and made a face: "Oh! I love you~~ Oh! Oh! Oh!"

"Who's yelling like that?" "

It's that old Qian!" I made a "凸" shape with my hand.

"Oh dear, there's a lighthouse here..."

"Old Qian, weren't you going to the office to write a report?" I said to Qian, covering the phone, winking and trying to get him to leave for a moment.

Qian: "Okay, okay, I won't eavesdrop on your R-rated conversation..." He stood up, pulled up his clothes, and hid his fair belly inside.

"Uh... Old Qian is going out." I said into the phone.

Qian: "I. Go. Take. Shower. Here~~" He shouted into the phone from afar, while making a "凸" shape with his hand.

"Heh, you chased Old Qian away, huh? You're so mean." She laughed happily on the other end of the phone, like a clear, cloudless day.

Qian left the room carrying clothes and a washbasin, leaving only the noisy, clattering sound of the old fan.

"Let me tell you, the landlady's little chubby dog is sitting next to me...it must be in love with me! It runs around with me every day...come...call me 'brother'..."

'Ha...you'll have to speak to it in English, otherwise how will it understand!' Lesbi has a strange magic; hearing her voice instantly brightens your mood.

"Secretly, that little male dog is really lecherous! He always wants to share my bed, and seeing him reminds me of your lecherous face..." '

Wow, I've become a dog!' '

Hmm, you're only just realizing that...and I started calling him Sam, and he'd obediently come running over!'

Good heavens! I grabbed my notebook and copied this down: I can't keep a dog at home anymore...especially a male one.

"That wretched girl..."

"Hehe~" She must have stuck out her tongue again, looking so playful and cute.

The two of us chatted on and on about a bunch of trivial things, but under her spell, I missed her more and more. We talked until I was so desperate to go to the bathroom that I finally managed to hang up.

It's been so long since I've seen her. I wonder if she's gained or lost weight? Is she watching her diet? Suddenly, I realized how much I missed her. I

finally felt relieved after holding in a huge pee. After using the bathroom, I smoked a cigarette on the balcony before returning to my room. To my surprise, I found a bottle of Tiger Balm on the table, with a small note underneath: "Sam, clean up the hickeys on your neck! Qian." Damn it!

How infuriating!

The next morning, as soon as I arrived outside Wenwen's lab, I heard the voices of the round-faced senior and her boyfriend.

Senior: "That scared me to death! Oh my god! Just kill me..."

Senior: "Don't even mention it, I was scared too!"

I pushed the door open and went in. "What's wrong? What's wrong?" I looked around.

Senior: "Sam..." She blinked and pointed at Wenwen. I looked at her closely.

"Oh my god! Don't scare me..." I looked Wenwen up and down. She was wearing an orange off-the-shoulder top and an orange tight skirt. Her long legs were crossed, and she was sitting at an angle on a chair. Her long hair was down, half covering her chest, and her beautiful cleavage was faintly visible. She was extremely sexy. Imagining her walking on the campus road, there would definitely be boys who would fall into the ditch just to look at her.

"Sam, do I look good?" Wenwen looked at me happily.

"..." I was startled and couldn't speak.

Senior: "Are you trying to make those stinky boys have wet dreams? Ugh... let me touch it!" She stood next to Wenwen, gesturing towards her chest as if to pinch it.

Senior: "Wow!! R-rated!"

The two women tugged at each other for a while, then the round-faced senior, as if she had discovered a treasure, suddenly ran in front of me.

Senior: "Tell me... tell me... you heartless bastard, where did those two hickeys come from?!" Her smile was full of gossip.

Oh no, I forgot to apply Tiger Balm and forgot to put on the tape. I actually brought two hickeys to the lab. What a blunder.

Senior: "Hahaha, with your face like that, who would grow hickeys... it's hilarious." The senior laughed so hard he was shaking.

Wenwen: "I grew them!" She said with a half-smile.

"Hahahaha~" The senior laughed so hard she bent over, almost rolling on the ground. The senior wasn't much better off; tears were streaming down her face. "Oh my god, Ivory actually told a joke..." She grabbed the two seniors and they both laughed until they fell to the ground... 02-25
<23>

"Is your family that rich?" I almost blurted out.

Yao Yao was actually the mysterious "man" who picked Wenwen up from work in a Volkswagen Jetta at the hotel. Back then, her hair was shorter and her attire was more masculine.

"Sorry..." She kissed my cheek.

I didn't expect that the two of them had been dating for so long; their relationship must be very solid. If I tried to take advantage of the situation, and it really turned into a clash of titans, I would be the one who died.

"It's okay... who told me I'm from a poor family... sigh..." I made a face to hide my unease.

So many intimate photos made me more and more uneasy, so I closed the photo album.

"What's wrong? Sweetie... don't be jealous... sweetie..." She patted my back.

"Waaaaah~~ I swear I wasn't jealous~~"

"Sam... it's a different world of emotions for her and for you. Besides... we've been together for so many years, it's not like you can just forget her like that... Can you understand?" she said softly.

"Mmm..." I nodded. Yes, a different world of emotions.

"I've thought a lot during these two months abroad." She shifted her position, lying on my lap: "I've always felt that she doesn't really only love women, she's just running away from those men. Running away from those who only care about her looks, those vulgar and self-important men. I believe that one day, she will meet a man who truly cherishes and loves her... Sam... I also hope to find someone I love to marry..."

I kissed her, my feelings a mix of emotions.

"You're really good to me. I'm always glad my girlfriend doesn't know you, otherwise, if she also fell for you, I don't know what I would do." She stared at me blankly, gently stroking my cheek.

The annoying phone rang, and Yao Yao dashed over.

"Wen~~ I miss you, I miss you,

I miss you~~" "What's wrong? Are you unhappy? Who bullied you?"

"Hmm?" She listened silently.

"Hmm..."

"Weren't you fine this afternoon?"

"No wonder...you seemed strange...I thought it was because we hadn't seen each other for so long..."

"Who was it? Whose beauty?"

"Tell me...I promise I won't be angry..." She seemed a little anxious.

"Was it your senior? No way? You two did it?"

"You didn't do anything to me...it's okay..." She lit a cigarette.

"No need to come over, it's alright."

"Let's not talk about it today, my mind is a bit messed up."

"Let me think about it before I answer you, okay?"

"I love you...hmm...bye..." She heavily put down the phone, turned around blankly, her eyes vacant and empty. The cigarette she was holding fell to the ground.

"What's wrong with your girlfriend?" I asked worriedly, vaguely sensing that something bad was about to happen.

"N-nothing...it's nothing..." Tears streamed down her face as she ran to me and hugged me tightly.

"What's wrong?" I held her, tenderly stroking her hair.

"She doesn't want me anymore..." She burst into tears.

"Don't cry, don't cry..." I frantically grabbed a tissue and wiped her tears.

"How could this happen? How could this happen?" she murmured.

"What happened?"

"She's fallen in love with her senior..."

Hearing this shocked me; my mind went blank. I hadn't expected Wenwen to call Yaoyao to break up with her; it was completely unexpected.

"How could this happen?"

"I shouldn't have gone abroad...I shouldn't have gone abroad..."

"Sigh..." Seeing her so heartbroken broke my heart.

"Sam...what should we do? What should we do? She's fallen in love with a man..." "

Don't cry yet, let's go ask her again tomorrow!" "

I only have you left, don't leave me... Sam..."

"I..." I really hope I won't.

Yao Yao, like a wounded kitten, crouched in the corner of the bed, sobbing, "She doesn't want me anymore... She doesn't want me anymore... Why..."

I knew why, but I couldn't say it, and could only let her shrink into the corner and cry. Seeing the one I love heartbroken, yet unable to help. My heart, like a thread being pulled, throbbed with pain; the thread, pulled through my heart, yet tangled together again.

I hate myself so much, for my momentary greed, making her cry. I hate myself, I hate... making love, for those few seconds of pleasure in ejaculation, but in return, I received endless heartbreak. I would rather only admire their beautiful figures, I hate myself so much! Tears flowed uncontrollably.

"Don't think about her anymore, okay? Yao Yao... don't think about her anymore, I will always take care of you..."

"Really?" She looked at me sadly, as if I were her last straw.

"Really, I swear." My indecisive heart betrayed Wenwen again.

All the mistakes were mine.

"I love you, Sam..." She hugged me tightly...

"I love you too..." I kissed her, unsure if it was a confession or an expression of endless apology.

"Sam...from today onwards, I belong only to you, and you belong only to me. Okay?"

"Yes, I promise..." I nodded slowly. But, I didn't know what to do about the future.

"Thank you..." She smiled. Like a crying child receiving candy from her parents, her smile was happy and radiant.

"Don't cry anymore..." I wrinkled my nose and gently pinched her cheek: "Shy face..."

"Yes! I'll be good!" She was just like a little child. "What's the reward for a good child?" She blinked.

"Yes! A loving kiss!" I kissed her cute little lips, unable to let go for a long time.

His hand, unable to resist, slipped inside her clothes again, wantonly caressing her long-untouched body. His lips, passionately kissing, once more pressed against her chest.

The grief of the past gradually intertwined with desire.

"I love you, Sam... I love you so much..." Her kisses rained down on me, on my face, ears, neck; on my lips, chest, and down.

The giant net of love tightened, binding us tightly together. Our clothes became superfluous and cumbersome.

My clothes, her clothes, lay scattered on the floor. Our bodies were reluctant to be separated for even a moment.

"Ah... Sam..." she trembled, letting me enter her... her soft whisper returned to my heart.

It was a long-lost voice, a feeling I couldn't bear to sever...

"I love you..." I cried out passionately.

The door was pushed open with a loud crash.

"But I love you too!" I turned to see Wenwen kneeling on the floor.

Yao Yao looked at her, then at me. Her eyes changed from passion to fear, to sorrow, to coldness and ruthlessness. She jumped off the bed and ran to Wenwen's side.

Yao: "I'm sorry, it's all my fault, I'm so sorry."

Wenwen didn't say a word, sitting on the floor, covering her face and crying. I was so shocked by this sudden turn of events that I panicked and sat frozen on the bed.

Yao: "Little Wenwen..." She reached out to hug Wenwen, but Wenwen pushed her away forcefully.

Wenwen looked up, at Yao, then at me. Tears rolled down her cheeks, dripping onto the floor. Time and space seemed to stand still.

"Wenwen, Yao... please forgive me!"

Yao's shoulders trembled, staring at me: "The 'senior' she mentioned, is it you?"

I slowly nodded.

Yao's eyes also reddened, her head lowered, lost in thought. The room fell silent, the alarm clock ticking beside the bed, accompanied by their soft sobs.

Yao: "Sam, please leave."

"Yao..."

Yao: "Go away!"

Yao's lips were tightly pressed together, and Wenwen ignored me. The two sat on the floor in silence. I put on my clothes, walked past them, glanced back, wanting to say something, but the words wouldn't come out. My heart felt hollow, as if it had been ripped out. Hot tears streamed down my face, unable to atone for the hurt I had caused them.

Dragging my heavy steps away, I kept looking back, but no one stopped me.

The autumn night wind was so cold.

Let time stand still here!

<24>

Postscript:

I opened my BBS mailbox, eagerly anticipating a letter, only to be disappointed once again.

Petraka's sonnets played on the tape recorder. I picked up my antique blue lighter, lit a cigarette, and pondered in my study.

The events of the night Yao Yao returned home were buried deep in my memory. Distant and blurry, yet vivid.

Wenwen knelt on the ground, weeping, without saying a word. Yao Yao slapped me hard and then fell silent. Did I love them? I think so. Yet, my hasty acceptance of their relationship brought eternal sorrow.

That night, as I left the room, I looked back and saw the two of them crying in each other's arms. I tried to salvage something, but it was too late.

A few days later, Yao Yao sent me a letter. She said she loved me and Wenwen, so she chose to leave. She hoped I could focus on giving Wenwen a happy future.

I rushed to her dorm, but it was empty. My roommate said she had taken a leave of absence and planned to finish her studies abroad.

When I tried to find Wenwen, she always cried and wouldn't listen to my explanations. Finally, she moved out of the school, never going to the department building again, and I could never find her again. All that remained was a cassette tape, recording Petraka's "Sonnets" and Chopin's "Farewell." And so, she left the graduate school and entered society. Wenwen, Yao Yao, and I were all lost in the vast sea of people. I've kept my old BBS account, hoping one day to receive a message from Lesby or Lesbi. Greedily wanting to possess two women was such a heavy mistake. "Wenwen, Lingling, Sam, Yaoyao, time to eat..." Mom called from the kitchen. I turned off the empty mailbox on my BBS and the hissing tape recorder. I went to the living room, where my wife and my twin daughters were playing on the floor. "Didn't you receive the letter?" my wife asked, her voice full of concern. A bitter smile said it all. The first chapter

of *The Legend of the Overlord Evil Emperor*, *Heart Lake Spring Scenery*, describes the magnificent palace of Xinhu Villa in Mingyu Mountain, Chang'an. Heavy pink gauze curtains hung in the air. Looking in from the outside, one could vaguely see a giant rosewood bed with a white gauze canopy adorned with brocade at its four corners. Through this almost transparent canopy, one could see a man and two women entwined inside, three pale bodies, accompanied by seductive moans that were utterly alluring. Suddenly, a boy of about fourteen or fifteen years old quietly slipped into the palace chamber, nimbly hiding his body in the shadow of a pillar. His bright eyes were fixed intently on the large bed, flashing with an unusual light. At this moment, one of the three people on the bed was already at her climax. "Oh... Master... Master..." a high-pitched female voice rang out. "I... I, so happy... mmm..." Inside the tent, a petite and exquisite female body lay on top of the man beneath her, panting softly. "Grandmaster... Ni'er... lost again..." "Hehe, to be able to endure a thousand thrusts under this old man is already a rare talent. Little girl, you're not satisfied..." a male voice said. Judging from his tone, he clearly referred to himself as "old man," yet his voice was so young, full of strange allure. Suddenly, another female voice moaned, "Master, Ni'er is young, but she is outstanding among them. Under Master's tutelage, her future is limitless!" There was a hint of envy and a hint of pity in her tone. The man chuckled, "Now Master will have to pity my good disciple. Come, my darling!" Inside the tent, figures shifted. The woman who had been clinging to the man rolled off and hid under the covers, while another slender woman resumed her union with the man. The man's voice rose again: "Hu'er, remember the incantation, don't rush things… Hmm?…Hu'er…Your cultivation has improved recently, I must learn from you." "Master, Hu'er recently obtained a section of the 'Charming Maiden Technique' cultivation incantation, and today I will serve you. Oh…Master, how come your thing…has suddenly become so big?" At this moment, the boy hiding behind the pillar, hearing these seductive words, felt his body burning with desire. He reached into his robe, loosened his belt, and grabbed his penis, stroking and stroking it. Looking again into the dimly lit tent, the man suddenly sat up, changing from a woman-on-top to a kneeling position. He cupped the woman's plump buttocks with his hands, wrapped her small legs around his waist, and began to thrust violently. The woman's moans intensified. "Ah... Master... Hu'er... Oh... Good, so good... Ooh..." With each rise and fall of the man's hips, the tent shook violently, and the sounds of their union, both gurgling and slapping, filled the air. Behind the pillar, the boy's breathing became heavy, his face flushed; he had clearly reached the peak of his sexual desire. After a long while, the woman inside the tent, Hu'er, suddenly let out a long moan: "Oh..." Then the shaking inside the tent stopped. In that instant, the peeping boy also stopped masturbating, his body trembling like a leaf...

Within the time it takes to drink half a cup of tea, there was no movement inside the tent. The young man, having recovered from the intense pleasure of ejaculation, was preparing to slip away quietly when suddenly the large tent on the inner bed was flung open. First, a pair of jade-like arms, smoother and whiter than mutton-fat jade, emerged. Then, a face with delicate eyebrows, full of spring-like charm, and capable of both anger and joy, appeared. This woman was brimming with passion, the afterglow of her climax still lingering.

Her hair was disheveled, and she was indescribably alluring. The woman hung up the tent hook, then lazily stretched gracefully. Her outstretched arms and straight back caused her small bodice to tear open. With a soft pop, two exquisite breasts, white as jade bowls, sprang out, their nipples, like purple grapes, still erect, standing in the air, and conveniently exposed to the young man's eyes.

The young man withdrew his half-step, his mouth slightly agape, almost drooling, his eyes filled with surprise. Just then, a thick arm wrapped around the woman from behind, enveloping her ample breasts in its palm. Then, the face of a man with a Taoist-style topknot emerged from behind the woman's neck.

This man's appearance was quite peculiar. At first glance, he appeared to be over forty years old, but his skin was as fair and radiant as a baby's. He had long, flowing eyebrows that reached his temples, piercing phoenix eyes, high cheekbones, a prominent nose, and three strands of black beard on his chin—truly a figure of divine stature.

The man with the topknot, while caressing the woman's breasts, said, "Hu'er, my good disciple, your 'Charming Maiden Technique' almost made me lose control and ejaculate. Your thing truly deserves to be called a treasure among treasures."

The woman, Hu'er, said with a hint of disappointment and coquettishness, "But no matter how much Hu'er wanted Master's favor, Master wouldn't give it to me..."

The man with the topknot chuckled, "I was afraid you would damage your vital energy. Now that my injuries are much better, it's all thanks to you!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a sweet and innocent girl's voice chimed in, "Grandpa Master is biased. If it weren't for Ni'er, Auntie couldn't have done it all by herself." Then, the brocade quilt inside the bed was lifted, revealing the head of a girl with messy hair.

The girl had a round face, arched eyebrows, two big eyes, a slightly wrinkled nose, and a pouting little mouth with luscious red lips. She looked adorably innocent and was only sixteen or seventeen years old. She was incredibly endearing.

A captivating blush graced the girl's cheeks, clearly from her recent sexual encounter; she was all the more beautiful after the passion had subsided.

The Taoist-style man released his caresses of the girl beside him and abruptly pulled back the quilt, exposing her fair, naked body to the air. The girl cried out in surprise, her body involuntarily shrinking back as she turned away. The Taoist-style man, however, was not about to let her go. He swept her up in his arms, pulling her shapely body close, grabbing her ankle and forcefully pulling her open. First, her delicate, white breasts were revealed, then her flat stomach, and finally her recently exposed vulva.

A few sparse, yellowish hairs clung to her pubic area, and her exposed vulva was still stained with a little red and white discharge. From her swollen opening, glistening drops of vaginal fluid oozed out.

The Taoist-style man's other hand had already reached the girl's vulva, his middle finger tracing the swollen labia and squeezing inside.

"Oh...Grandmaster...please...Ni'er..."

the girl groaned helplessly, begging for mercy. Hu'er also turned around and pleaded, "Master, this is Ni'er's first time, please spare her."

The Taoist-style man's expression turned serious. "Ni'er's genitals are badly lacerated and need treatment. Let me examine her."

Saying this, he bent down and pressed his mouth to Ni'er's genitals. This posture appeared to be performing oral sex on Ni'er, but in reality, he was using his unique qi therapy to treat her lacerations.

Hu'er smiled with relief, turning from a sideways to a kneeling position, and reached out to grab the Taoist-style man's genitals.

At this moment, only Hu'er was wearing a small bra; the Taoist-style man and Ni'er remained completely naked. The man's muscular body radiated an alluring glow, and the purplish-red phallus in Hu'er's hand was enormous, its head shaped like a pestle, its surface covered with serrated veins like earthworms. The phallus was tapering towards the back, with a large, egg-shaped glans and distinctly defined ridges.

Such a phallus was extremely rare, one in a million, and was considered one of the most prized of the "Ten Famous Male Instruments"—the "Vajra Pestle."

Hu'er stroked the man's phallus, her heart gradually fluttering with desire. Her eyes and brows were filled with lustful desire. From the side of her kneeling position, one could see Hu'er's lower body, where thick, shiny pubic hair covered the top of her wet vulva, still bearing traces of the previous intercourse. Glistening love fluid gushed from her vulva, and she moaned intermittently from her cherry lips.

At this moment, the Taoist-style man finally released Ni'er, instructing her to circulate her inner energy to heal herself. He then turned around and began to fondle Hu'er's breasts. A moment later, he gestured for Hu'er to kneel down, and he began to caress her two snow-white buttocks, his right middle finger circling around her anus.

Hu'er moaned comfortably, arching her buttocks and bending her waist, changing her hand to her mouth, taking the tip of the Taoist-style man's penis into her mouth and licking it.

Hu'er's buttocks faced outwards from the bed, and a boy hiding behind a pillar could clearly see her anus between her buttocks and the vaginal opening spraying with lustful fluid. He saw a large amount of lustful fluid flowing down the base of Hu'er's long, rounded thighs.

The boy's throat went dry, his heavy breathing returned, and his hand gripped his own penis again, beginning to masturbate intensely.

Here, Hu'er began to suck the man's penis vigorously, taking it deep into her cherry-like mouth, all the way to her throat. She fully utilized the tightness of her throat to squeeze it, and the man with the topknot felt a strange pleasure, but he tried his best to hold back. His right middle finger, after being smeared with some of Hu'er's vaginal fluid, suddenly thrust into her anus.

"Ugh... ah..."

Hu'er let out a groan that was hard to tell if it was pain or pleasure. She opened her mouth and spat out the hard penis, a few drops of saliva hanging from the corner of her mouth, looking incredibly lewd. She looked up at the man with pleading, spring-like eyes.

"Master, give it to Hu'er...!"

"Alright, seeing how devoted you are, come on!"

"Ah... good Master."

Having received her master's permission, Hu'er immediately got up, lifted her hips, and guided the iron-like penis into her already overflowing vagina.

"Oh... so full..."

Hu'er was instantly lost in an unprecedented feeling of fullness.

"Hu'er, remember the incantation, never stray from it!" the Taoist priest shouted sharply.

Hu'er smiled and immediately began to follow her master's instructions, focusing her mind on her dantian, letting her spirit wander beyond the physical world, and channeling her qi into her central palace.

The two moved in and out, the man using yin as the cauldron, the water within yin as mercury, the woman using the man's member as fire, her essence as lead; combining the yin and yang of heaven and earth, the elixir of creation was born, and the immortal fruit was obtained.

After a long time, the two reached the realm of ultimate bliss, separated, and each sat cross-legged in meditation.

The boy who had been spying on them ejaculated again, tightened his belt, and prepared to slip away again. Unexpectedly, Hu'er finished her meditation and saw that her aunt and grandmaster were also sitting cross-legged in meditation. She jumped off the bed, picked up a piece of green gauze and draped it over herself, barely covering her fair and delicate body, then put on a pair of green velvet slippers and went to the outer room.

Just as she reached the side of the pillar by the gate, she suddenly saw a figure. Pretending to fix her hair, she secretly pulled out a jade hairpin and flicked it at the person inside the pillar. Unexpectedly, the person braced himself against the pillar, leaping away like a swallow, dodging Ni'er's ambush, and swiftly fled towards the outer courtyard. It was the boy she had been spying on.

Ni'er then recognized him and was filled with shame, shock, and anger. She cried out, "Li Xi, where are you going?" She herself flew after him. Seeing that the boy, Li Xi, had reached the courtyard in the blink of an eye and was about to escape beyond the forbidden area, she realized she wasn't properly dressed. How could she chase him in front of everyone in the outer courtyard? So she mustered her strength and sped off, even kicking off her green velvet slippers in her haste.

However, having just experienced lovemaking, her genitals were torn, hindering her movement and undoubtedly diminishing her power, making it impossible for her to catch up with the young man for the time being. Just then, a cry of "Ah!" The young man, fleeing in panic, bumped into a maid, and the two tumbled together, rolling in a heap.

Ni'er, gathering her strength again, leaped forward and, before Li Xi could get up, stepped on the young man's neck.

Ni'er couldn't help but smile triumphantly, her smile blooming like a peach blossom. But in an instant, her voice turned stern as she demanded, "Li Xi, what are you doing sneaking around like that?"

Li Xi only wanted to escape, and tried to pry Ni'er's feet off his neck with both hands. Unexpectedly, as his hands grasped the girl's slender feet, they felt so warm, smooth, and fragrant. Her toes were tinged with cinnamon. His feet

moved up her delicate shins, her smooth, rounded calves, and then her plump, white thighs. Her waist and breasts were faintly visible beneath the thin green gauze. Even more alluring was that as the girl stepped on Li Xi, one of her legs lifted, and Li Xi could see the few strands of pubic hair clinging to the top of her still slightly swollen vulva at the base of her thigh, and the wetness of her genitals.

Li Xi was stunned. He stopped trying to pry Ni'er's feet off his neck and instead stroked her small, fleshy feet, while his other hand moved from her ankle up to her calf.

At first, the girl didn't feel anything, but gradually she noticed the strange expression on Li Xi's face. Her bare feet felt itchy and tingly from his caresses, and she jumped up as if bitten by a snake, her face flushed with embarrassment. She yelled angrily, "Li Xi, you little rascal!" and turned to run away.

Li Xi got up disappointedly, watching the girl's departing figure with reluctance, a sly smile creeping onto his lips.

At this moment, the maid who had bumped into Li Xi stood silently to the side. Li Xi turned to look at her. The maid was slender and thin, but her breasts were unusually full, and her face was like a blooming lotus, pink and rosy. She looked no more than sixteen or seventeen years old, and her beauty was beyond compare.

The young man, already aroused, saw the girl's allure and his heart stirred. He walked up to the maid, lifted her chin, and made her lowered face look up.

"Young Prince..." the girl said, her voice tinged with panic and shyness.

Li Xi's other hand touched the maid's chest, asking, "How come your breasts are so big with such a thin body?"

The girl was startled and tried to dodge, but Li Xi's finger moved like the wind, striking the maid's soft spot. The maid slumped into Li Xi's arms.

Chapter Two: The Gifted

Young Man Li Xi swept up the maid, who had been looking down with her eyes lowered, and strode towards another room.

The maid in his arms was initially at a loss, but seeing Li Xi's flushed face and heavy breathing, and noticing that her hand was hanging down between his legs, she inadvertently discovered that the young man's manhood was gradually growing, pressing against her buttocks, rubbing against her, giving her an indescribable feeling of shame and a slight pleasure. She finally understood: this young man's lust was surging, and she could not escape his clutches. She couldn't help but cry out.

"Young Prince, let me go! Or I'll call for help!"

"So what if you call for help? I'm going to take you today!"

"Oh..."

Li Xi grinned lewdly, ignoring the maid in his arms and instead pressing his large lips to her small, red lips.

The maid struggled, twisting her neck to escape. But her peach-blossom face was covered with the young prince's saliva.

The girl's cries had already alerted two maids, but when they saw that it was the young prince who was molesting her, they dared not intervene.

In the blink of an eye, the young prince Li Xi had arrived at the door of a side room, kicked it open, went straight to the bed, threw the maid in his arms onto the bed, and pounced on her.

The girl on the bed was both anxious and frightened, crying out, "Young Prince, spare me! Someone... someone..."

Li Xi chuckled, "Let's see who dares to stop me now!"

His words were full of domineering power. He pressed down on the girl's head, which was swaying from side to side, and his large mouth once again pressed against her delicate red lips, kissing her passionately. The girl's cries immediately turned into indistinct moans, filled with an unusual allure.

Young Prince Li Xi's tongue desperately pried open the maid's teeth, finally making contact with the girl's delicate tongue beneath him. After a frenzied sucking and stirring, the girl, perhaps unable to see anyone coming to her rescue, gradually relaxed her resistance. Her beautiful eyes closed tightly, and tears streamed down

her cheeks. Li Xi thought the girl had submitted, so he removed his hands from her head, one hand moving to her chest to unbutton her clothes. His other hand, however, moved to caress her breasts, feeling their proud prominence and softness through the thin fabric.

Suddenly, the girl jolted, her relaxed teeth snapping shut as she bit the young prince's tongue. Li Xi looked up sharply, only to see that the young man, instead of being angry, wore a lewd smile. Ignoring the pain in his tongue, he lowered his body again to suckle at the girl's lips, which had turned pale with tension or fear.

His hands were not idle either; he roughly tore open the girl's bra, and with one hand, he began to fondle her soft, white breasts that had sprung out. The

girl had initially wanted to resist to the death, but now, with no one to answer her cries for help, she was filled with despair and simply allowed this fourteen or fifteen-year-old prince to defile her body, completely giving up her resistance. She let the young prince do as he pleased.

Seeing that she had stopped struggling, Li Xi's movements became much gentler. His lips began to travel down the girl's smooth forehead, past her eyes, the tip of her nose, her cheeks, and finally to her breasts.

The girl's body had relaxed, but with the young prince's kisses, a strange change occurred, waves of tingling pleasure welling up within her. A captivating blush gradually spread across her face.

When Prince Li Xi finally took her nipple into his mouth, an electric shock-like sensation suddenly spread throughout her body, and she couldn't help but let out a soft moan.

A smug smile returned to Li Xi's lips as he reached under the girl's skirt, kneading her calves and thighs. His other hand quietly untied the belt around her waist.

The skirt fell, revealing a section of the girl's fair, jade-like abdomen, and Li Xi's lips descended to her deep-set navel. As his hot lips touched her, the girl let out a melodious sigh.

Li Xi didn't stop. His left hand reached under the girl's body, grabbing her short panties and pulling them down.

The girl's body instinctively trembled, her legs clamping tightly together, her knees drawn up to her abdomen. Li Xi wasn't about to let her go. One hand pressed down on the girl's waist, while the other pried open her knees. The girl, already weakened by the numbness, was easily manipulated by the boy, her legs stretched straight. Her lower body was finally exposed to the young prince's piercing gaze.

The girl's secret place was covered in glossy black pubic hair, barely concealing her delicate vulva.

A glistening drop of vaginal fluid glistened between her labia. This lewd sight made Li Xi's mouth dry, his eyes wide and fixed on the girl's genitals. For a moment, he forgot what he was doing.

After a long while, the girl unconsciously twisted her waist slightly, startling the dazed young prince, Li Xi. Li Xi carefully extended his right palm and covered the girl's vulva. The cool, lustful fluid moistened the base of his palm, and the soft pubic hair tickled his wrist, sending a strange tingling sensation through him. The girl let out a deeply aroused moan.

After caressing her for a long time, Li Xi finally released his playful hand. He returned to the girl's firm, shapely breasts, leaned close to her ear, and whispered, "Are you still a virgin?"

The girl suddenly opened her tightly closed eyes, looking at Li Xi with a gaze that held a mixture of resentment and reproach. Her voice, barely audible, rang in Li Xi's ear.

"Young Prince, are you really so heartless as to ruin this pure and innocent body of mine?"

Upon hearing this, Li Xi said seriously, "You are my first woman. From now on, I will naturally ask my aunt for you to come to my side and cherish you."

"Then, Your Highness, please remember my name and don't neglect me in the future. I will not fail to live up to the promise I made to Your Highness," the girl said pitifully.

"What's your name? Tell me quickly!" Li Xi asked.

"Your Highness, just call me Xin Chan. Please don't forget me."

"Of course I won't forget you. As long as you are happy today, I will cherish you even more in the future."

"Then, Your Highness, I will wait for you... Oh... Your Highness... Your hands feel so good on Xin Chan... Ah..."

At this moment, Li Xi's strange hands returned to their old haunts, greedily taking possession of the maid Xin Chan's exquisite breasts, kneading them to his heart's content. He could feel the girl's buds growing larger and harder.

The young girl, Xin Chan, began to moan wantonly, her hands encircling Li Xi's head. She then began to undress him, her small hands slipping inside to caress his chest. She was astonished to find that this young prince was surprisingly muscular, his pectoral muscles as hard as iron.

Li Xi played with the girl's delicate breasts with one hand, while the other reached between her legs, playing with Xin Chan's genitals, tugging at the fine pubic hair. The girl opened her mouth, letting out excited, wanton cries.

At this moment, three people stood silently watching everything outside the room. These three were Hu'er, who had just finished meditating, and the middle-aged man with a Taoist headdress. The man was now dressed in a feathered robe and wore a nine-ridged Taoist crown. On the other side stood Ni'er, who had returned.

Hu'er turned to look at the middle-aged man in Taoist robes, her eyes seemingly asking whether she should stop it. Ni'er, meanwhile, was rubbing her fists together, as if she wanted to rush in and beat her younger brother, Li Xi.

The middle-aged man in Taoist robes shook his head slightly, then nodded slightly, his expression calm. He said softly, "Don't rush, let's see how he behaves."

At that moment, looking at the bed inside the room, Li Xi and Xin Chan had both taken off their clothes, completely naked. Li Xi was kneeling between the young Xin Chan's legs, vigorously probing her vulva, while Xin Chan swayed her head from side to side, emitting pleasurable, lewd moans.

Between Li Xi's movements, one could vaguely see a purplish-red penis, about a foot long and as thick as a child's arm, dragging between his legs. Such a large penis, completely disproportionate to his age, was truly a rare find. The middle-aged man in Taoist robes outside the room was astonished by this and had his own selfish desires stirred within him.

Who was this man in Taoist robes? He was none other than Zhao Guizhen, the head of the Dan Ding Sect, a top figure in the Taoist world. At this moment, he was overjoyed by Li Xi's manhood. For years, he had dreamed of finding someone with the most prestigious "weapon" in the world to inherit his mantle, but to no avail. Today, he had unexpectedly encountered such a person, and this young man before him possessed the "Dragon King's Hammer," ranked third on the "List of Famous Weapons," comparable to his own "Vajra Pestle." How could he not be ecstatic?

All of this was a stroke of luck; he hadn't expected Li Xi's talent to be so extraordinary.

A smile involuntarily spread across Zhao Guizhen's face. Hu'er and Ni'er, on the other hand, were puzzled, wondering: What's wrong with Master (Grandmaster)?

Chapter Three: The Inheritance of the Mantle

Upon seeing the magnificent manhood between Li Xi's legs, Zhao Guizhen was moved to inherit his mantle. He stroked his beard, his face beaming. Ni'er, unable to contain her curiosity, tugged at her Grandmaster's sleeve.

“Grandmaster, look what that brat did! He just… he bullied Ni’er…”

She unconsciously tried to cover herself with the green veil she was wearing, though now she wore a light red undergarment underneath, but a large section of her snow-white breasts was still visible, dazzlingly white.

Zhao Guizhen looked at Ni’er affectionately. “You’re the older sister, how can you be bullied by your younger brother? How can I help my sister bully my brother?”

Ni’er pouted, her eyes full of displeasure.

Meanwhile, on the bed in the side room, Li Xi had stopped probing the maid Xin Chan’s vulva, instead pulling her over and pressing his iron-like penis against her lips.

“Lick it for me, good Chan’er, hurry up.”

Xin Chan obediently opened her mouth and took Li Xi’s penis in, beginning to lick and suck awkwardly. The penis still had the thick semen that Li Xi had sprayed during his masturbation, smeared on Xin Chan’s lips, a white, lewd sight.

As Xin Chan sucked, Li Xi was stimulated by waves of pleasure, moaning and groaning. He pressed Xin Chan's head down with both hands, shoving it hard against his penis, and began to rock his hips back and forth. His enormous penis thrust rapidly in and out of Xin Chan's cherry-like mouth.

Xin Chan's mouth couldn't possibly accommodate such a massive object; her throat was completely stuffed, making it difficult to breathe, let alone make a sound. She couldn't even ask to stop. A burning pain shot through her throat, her face contorted in agony, and tears streamed down her face.

Li Xi continued to thrust faster, letting out a beast-like roar:

"Wow... Oh... I'll fuck you to death..."

Then, with a tremor, he ejaculated. Most of his thick, white semen shot into Xin Chan's mouth, some spraying onto her delicate face.

Xin Chan, just relieved of the stinging pain in her throat, was then sprayed with hot, thick semen, causing her to shudder. Before she could speak, Li Xi shoved her down, his still-erect penis pressed against the edge of her vagina. Li Xi, holding the rod with one hand and parting the girl's labia with the other, thrust his huge, hot penis into Xin Chan's vagina.

"Ah... ooh..."

Xin Chan cried out, her body trying to pull back. But Li Xi held her slender waist firmly with both hands and began to thrust violently, without any gentleness or tenderness.

"Ah... please... Your Highness... have mercy... ah..."

Xin Chan pleaded helplessly with Li Xi. Li Xi ignored her pleas. He only slowed his movements, but his penis plunged all the way into Xin Chan's vagina, then slowly withdrew, and the girl cried out in pain again. His penis was now stained with both red and white, and Xin Chan's vaginal labia were turned inside out, her virgin blood flowing out.

At this moment, Hu'er spoke up, somewhat angrily, "Xin Chan is my most beloved maid, how can Xi'er be so heartless?" She was about to stop him.

Zhao Guizhen pulled Hu'er back and shook his head.

Why did Li Xi suddenly become so aggressive towards Xin Chan? It turns out he had discovered the three people outside the door. He was inexplicably angry, wanting only to compete with Zhao Guizhen, thinking: if Zhao Guizhen could bring women to countless orgasms without ejaculating, he could too. But he couldn't control his lust, and in the blink of an eye, he reached his climax.

Li Xi released his hands and began to grasp Xin Chan's breasts, pinching her nipples hard with his thumb and forefinger. Xin Chan groaned in pain, her body feeling as if it were being torn apart. She felt incredibly wronged.

But Li Xi thrust his penis faster and faster, each thrust hitting Xin Chan's clitoris directly. Xin Chan's tight vaginal canal scraped against Li Xi's glans, giving him even more pleasure. At the same time, Li Xi's thrusting also sent a tingling sensation through Xin Chan's vagina, gradually replacing the original pain. Her already lubricated vaginal canal became even wetter, and her juices flowed freely. She stopped crying out in pain and instead began to moan softly.

Each thrust from Li Xi brought forth a gush of lustful fluid, pulling out Xin Chan's two labia. A cacophony of squelching sounds and the slapping of flesh against flesh filled the air.

Hu'er and Ni'er, standing outside the door, initially remained unmoved by the lewd scene, but gradually their legs tightened, their faces flushed, clearly aroused. Ni'er, in particular, was overwhelmed; her cheeks burned like fire, her eyes were languid, and her legs rubbed together, clearly suffering from unbearable itching in her vagina.

Zhao Guizhen struck the girl's buttocks with a palm, sending out a pure and tranquil stream of true energy, instantly extinguishing the girl's lust. Hu'er, her face pale, pulled Ni'er and quietly headed towards her chambers. Zhao Guizhen was left alone outside, continuing to watch the carnival on the bed.

On the bed, Xin Chan gradually became unbearably aroused, moaning lasciviously. Her legs tightly wrapped around Li Xi's waist, one hand on the bed, the other around his neck, actively swaying her snow-white buttocks to meet his thrusts. Li Xi, meanwhile, vigorously moved his hips, increasing the force of his thrusts, while lingering on Xin Chan's full breasts, licking and teasing her nipples.

Xin Chan's glossy black hair cascaded down, covering her entire back, swaying with the intense movements of their union. Her long, snow-white thighs stretched taut with the effort, her whole body like a fully drawn bow, and Li Xi's penis deep inside her like a sharp arrow.

Sweat mixed with Li Xi's semen clung to Xin Chan's peach-blossom face, clinging to her eyebrows and eyelashes. Her cherry-like mouth opened and closed in pleasure, like a fish out of water.

Suddenly, Xin Chan's body stiffened, remaining rigid as she began to tremble violently, letting out a long moan: "Oh... Little Prince... Xin Chan... Ah..." before collapsing limply onto the bed.

Li Xi was also about to reach his climax, grabbing Xin Chan's two slender feet with both hands, spreading the girl's long legs, and unleashing a storm of passion. The girl continued to moan and groan, while Li Xi roared and pulled out his penis, the purplish-red glans spraying thick, white semen all over Xin Chan's face and body. A moment later, Li Xi collapsed onto the girl's chest and abdomen.

After a long while, Li Xi finally got up. Seeing that the stinking Taoist priest Zhao Guizhen was still there outside the door, he was filled with anger. He turned and shouted directly at Zhao Guizhen, "You old bastard! I've seen your sex act, and you've seen my performance. What more do you want?"

Zhao Guizhen remained calm, only shaking his head and sighing, muttering to himself, "What a pity, what a pity, such a waste! Having the looks but no skill, far from enough, far from enough!"

The young man knew he was being referred to, and his anger was intense, his face turning ugly. Looking back at Xin Chan, who was just waking up from the afterglow of her climax, he vented his anger on her, grabbing her hair and dragging her naked off the bed. He yelled, "You filthy woman, get out!"

Xin Chan was at a loss, her expression pitiful. She knelt and said, "How could this lowly concubine have offended Your Highness? Your Highness forgives..."

Before she could finish the word "forgive," Li Xi slapped her across the face. A loud "smack" rang out.

Xin Chan, blood trickling from her lips, collapsed to the ground.

Zhao Guizhen coldly watched Li Xi's outburst, then suddenly smiled and shook his head at Li Xi, "Young Prince, you're jealous of me, but have you ever thought about how to surpass me? Actually, you're exceptionally talented, as long as..."

"Enough nonsense, I just don't want to see you!" Li Xi angrily interrupted Zhao Guizhen's lecture, his eyes blazing with fury.

Zhao Guizhen seriously recalled everything that had just happened and suddenly realized. He burst into laughter.

"Young Prince, you're probably jealous of me, aren't you? You hate that I not only took your aunt, Princess Hu'an, but also stole your sister, Princess Anping's, red pill, isn't that right?"

"You lowly Daoist, shut up!" Li Xi's face was terrifying as he gritted his teeth and interrupted Zhao Guizhen, clearly having been hit where it hurt.

"Zhao Guizhen, I'll deal with you sooner or later."

Li Xi's words were exceptionally venomous, even making Zhao Guizhen's spine tremble and his heart inexplicably burn with anger. However, since he wanted to find Li Xi to be his successor, he suppressed his anger and calmly persuaded him.

"Young Prince, since you regard your aunt and sister as your own possessions, you should learn the skills to protect them and bring them happiness. But you are currently unable to do so. I have no intention of hurting Your Highness's feelings. As long as..."

"As long as what?" Li Xi sensed a glimmer of hope and couldn't help but ask.

"As long as you are willing to become my disciple and accept my mantle, I will never touch your aunt and sister again, how about it?"

"This..." Li Xi knew that Zhao Guizhen must have seen his extraordinary talent and was willing to pay any price to take him as a disciple. As the leader of the Daoist sect, he would not go back on his word, and it would indeed benefit him.

However, another voice echoed in his mind: "I have high hopes for the young prince's future. As long as you can help this old servant revitalize the Demonic Sect, I will let you ascend the throne..."

The cold gaze that person had given him was as chilling as ice and snow, still haunting him. He had already promised the other party; how could he possibly agree to Zhao Guizhen's offer now?

"Yu Hongzhi? I'm truly afraid of you..." Li Xi thought tremblingly.

Chapter Four: The Promise of the Evil Master

. Seeing Li Xi's fluctuating expression and his pensive demeanor, Zhao Guizhen assumed Li Xi was swayed by his offer and urged him again. "If you agree, I will impart all my knowledge to you, forging your unparalleled skills, and the future of the Daoist sect will be yours to control."

Li Xi suddenly looked up, his face regaining its composure, and solemnly asked Zhao Guizhen a question: "Please tell me, which is more important, beauty and the Daoist sect, or the empire?"

Upon hearing this, Zhao Guizhen's eyes flashed, but his heart was in turmoil.

Unfortunately, although he had found someone he liked, the one to inherit his mantle was from the royal family. Which emperor's son wouldn't want to be emperor, and why would he give up his throne for a few beauties and the insignificant Daoist sect?

But as things stood, the current emperor had three sons, and Li Xi was only the third, a young boy just coming of age. Moreover, the emperor had already designated his eldest son, Li Zhan, as crown prince. How dare this mere child openly declare his ambition for the throne? Had he underestimated the boy's abilities, or was a major upheaval about to occur in the court?

If someone in the court supported the third prince, Li Xi, who was it? The prime minister and empress had always been supporters of Li Zhan, and the current emperor had no intention of deposing the eldest son in favor of the younger. Who else had such power? And what was the purpose of this person supporting Li Xi—was it for power or to incite turmoil in the court?

For a moment, Zhao Guizhen was overwhelmed with confusion.

Most importantly, this concerned the life and death of the Daoist sect, its long-term future.

Seeing that he had silenced the old Taoist priest with a single sentence, Li Xi smiled smugly. He pulled Xin Chan, who was sobbing beside him, to her feet, gently embraced her, wiped away the girl's tears, and lightly kissed the swollen side of her cheek where he had hit her. He whispered an apology in Xin Chan's ear, "I'm sorry, Chan'er, I didn't mean to."

Xin Chan was terrified by Li Xi's unpredictable attitude and could only submit to his actions. Li Xi took Xin Chan's clothes and wiped away the filth from her body, then put them back on. His movements were incredibly gentle, and then he slowly began to dress himself.

Zhao Guizhen quietly observed the young man. He could see that Li Xi's personality was fickle but decisive and resolute. His martial arts skills were already quite remarkable for his young age. His handsome, slightly sinister eyes shone brightly, and he certainly possessed the aura of a great hero. However, his eyebrows were short and thick like knives, clearly broken, indicating that he was destined for a life of many hardships, yet his forehead was full and prominent. His full cheeks were an auspicious sign, making him truly enigmatic.

But relying on his unparalleled ability to judge character, he could determine: if he now aspired to the Dao and devoted his life to cultivation, he might become an immeasurable grandmaster; if he craved power and wealth, he would meet a short and untimely end.

Seeing this, Zhao Guizhen said earnestly, "Young Prince, I have a word for you: life is short, fame and fortune are fleeting. Only by transcending the mortal world can you see your true self. I will not force you into anything; your choice is yours."

With that, Zhao Guizhen departed

, somewhat disappointed. Li Xi pondered Zhao Guizhen's words. But he had already embarked on the irreversible path of vying for the throne; what was the use of further contemplation?

At this moment, Xin Chan, having tidied Li Xi's clothes and hair, helped him tie his hair. Li Xi suddenly said, "Did you hear what I said to that stinky Daoist today?" His voice was chillingly cold.

Xin Chan's hand trembled, and she answered timidly, "This lowly servant was only concerned with reflecting on herself and failed to satisfy Your Highness. I didn't hear a word Your Highness said, and I won't tell anyone what just happened."

Li Xi's clenched fist loosened again. He turned his head and affectionately kissed Xin Chan's forehead.

"I will ask my aunt for her. From now on, you will be my closest person."

Xin Chan knelt down to express her gratitude with trepidation, but the pain in her lower body was unbearable, and she stumbled, almost falling. Li Xi reached out to support her delicate body, and mischievously pinched Xin Chan's breast, then laughed heartily. Xin Chan lowered her head and eyes, her face flushed.

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Zhao Guizhen left the room and strolled towards Xinhu Palace. He wanted to find his niece and aunt Ni'er and ask Ni'er who Li Xi often associated with.

Zhao Guizhen's real purpose in coming to Chang'an this time was to unite with his fellow Daoists in the north to fight against the Buddhist sect.

In Luoyang, he had already reached an agreement with Yu Longzi, the leader of the "Xuanyi Longmen Sect," to conspire together. Unfortunately, he suffered internal injuries while testing his martial arts against Huishe, the top Zen master at the White Horse Temple in Luoyang. He then rushed to Chang'an to heal his wounds at the home of his disciple, Princess Hu'an, and also to investigate the court's movements. He also planned to visit the "Zhongnan Sword Palace" on Zhongnan Mountain, a branch of the Daoist sect.

Since accepting Princess Hu'an as his disciple, he suddenly had an idea: if the court was willing to promote Daoism, then the suppression of Buddhism would be a sure thing. Moreover, Emperor Taizong of the Tang Dynasty revered Laozi (Li Er), the founder of Daoism, as his ancestor. Therefore, many members of the royal family, like Princess Hu'an, were already diligently practicing Daoism.

However, Emperor Taizong of Tang also sent the monk Xuanzang to the Western Regions to obtain Buddhist scriptures, which led to the widespread dissemination of Buddhist teachings. In recent generations, Buddhism has flourished in the Western Regions, and Buddhist activities have been frequent in China. There are 380,000 temples of all sizes and millions of monks and nuns throughout the country. To eradicate Buddhism, it would probably require the help of the imperial court, in addition to the struggles among the martial arts world.

Fortunately, the power of the regional military governors is currently very strong, and he has already persuaded many of them to convert to Taoism. Once the central ruler issues an order, the eradication of Buddhism will be instantaneous.

As for how to get the central government to issue an order to eradicate Buddhism, although he has already made arrangements, he still needs to consider it carefully. Can he rely solely on Princess Hu'an and Princess Anping? At least he would need to add Crown Prince Li Zhan.

Thinking of Princess Hu'an, Zhao Guizhen snorted coldly.

Princess Hu'an is the current emperor's own sister, and she is capable enough to be an advocate. Unfortunately, she is naturally licentious, and all the handsome scholars and powerful figures in Chang'an are her lovers. What is most hateful is that she openly acknowledges him as her master, but she is always in close contact with the famous monk Shenxiu of Huayan Temple in Chang'an. Obviously, she is only outwardly compliant but inwardly defiant towards him. During the day, while recovering from her injuries, the "Charming Maiden Skill" she displayed was actually the Buddhist "Joyful Meditation Method"—how could she hide it from her?

She did indeed like Li Xi, mainly because of his innate talent, his potential to inherit the mantle, and his decisive and resolute actions, far superior to Crown Prince Li Zhan's indecisiveness. However, for the sake of her grand ambitions, she had long intended to win over the Crown Prince, having a semi-teacher-student relationship with him. Moreover, her lay disciple, Wang Du, held an important position in the court and was also the Crown Prince's study companion. Once the Crown Prince ascended the throne, the "Daoist School" would flourish.

Therefore, after hearing Li Xi's question about the relative importance of the empire, she had to make a choice; Li Xi was destined to be abandoned. But who was behind Li Xi? It was best to find out as soon as possible.

As he was pondering this, he arrived at the entrance of Xinhu Palace. Zhao Guizhen sorted out his thoughts and stepped inside. He saw Princess Hu'an, Li Hu, and Princess Anping, Li Ni, playing chess. The two were engrossed in their game, their chins resting on their hands and their brows furrowed. They didn't even notice Zhao Guizhen approaching them, so he deliberately coughed. The two women looked up and saw him. They quickly stood up, each grabbing one of his arms and pulling him in their own direction, almost simultaneously saying, "Master (Grandmaster), come help us!"

Zhao Guizhen smiled slightly, pulled the two women back, and put his arms around their waists, sitting them on the brocade stool. He replied, "We'll play chess later. I have something to ask you."

Princess Hu'an, seeing that he seemed preoccupied, nodded seriously and asked, "Master, did Xi'er upset you?"

Ni'er, however, was still angry and made to get up, saying indignantly, "I'll go and avenge Grandmaster, and spank him."

Zhao Guizhen held Ni'er down and stroked his beard, saying, "Don't be hasty. I like Li Xi very much, but we are not destined to be together. His martial arts skills are quite high. I wonder who his teacher is?" Ni'er

snorted disdainfully and answered quickly, "That kid hangs out with a bunch of kids from the Five Workshops all day, neglecting his studies. His mediocre skills are no match for mine."

"Oh?..." Zhao Guizhen exclaimed in surprise, "The Five Workshops brats? Aren't they the eunuch faction of the current dynasty?"

Thinking of this, Zhao Guizhen took a deep breath. He immediately understood who was behind Li Xi's words. How could he not have thought of that?

Eunuchs, the most undeniable force in the current dynasty. The previous emperors of this dynasty were either controlled by eunuchs, either destroyed by them or barely surviving. How could he ignore these treacherous figures?

Zhao Guizhen truly felt a headache coming on, because this not only involved the court, but also the martial arts world, which was difficult to extricate itself from. However, the various factions in the martial arts world had been treating this matter with indifference, but in reality, they couldn't ignore it and dared not interfere.

This was because the core of the eunuch faction was the "Evil Sect," which originated from the "Demon Sect," and the "Demon Sect" was the common enemy of all martial arts practitioners in the Central Plains. Yet, they were protected by the court; who could control them?

The current leader of the Evil Sect, "Evil Master" Yu Hongzhi, was one of the behind-the-scenes manipulators of the eunuch faction. However, he had made a solemn promise with the "Evil Master" twenty years ago. The "Taoist Sect" would not directly oppose the "Evil Sect," and the "Evil Sect" would not interfere with his plan to destroy Buddhism.

What a "Evil Master," you know how to play tricks, but do you think the "Taoist Sect" is so easily provoked?

Thinking of this, he unconsciously tightened his grip on Ni'er's slender waist.

Ni'er let out a soft cry, turned around and nestled against Zhao Guizhen, saying sweetly, "Grandpa, your massage feels so good."

Zhao Guizhen chuckled, thinking: Let's put aside the troubles of the "Evil Sect" for now and heal my injuries as soon as possible, then we can start over.

So he picked Ni'er up and carried her to the large bed in the inner room, turning back to the graceful Hu'er and saying, "Hu'er, this time I might stay here for a few days, you won't be unwelcome, will you?"

Chapter 5 Night Enters the Royal Palace

The sun sets in the west

, and the lanterns are lit in the Heart Lake Palace.

Zhao Guizhen held the naked Princess Anping in his arms. The little girl was exhausted; four orgasms had left her utterly weary, and she was now soundly asleep. Princess Hu'an, however, remained close to him, like spring water, her fragrant breath tickling the back of his neck, her warm tongue occasionally licking his back.

Zhao Guizhen turned and embraced this noble woman again, who seemed never to tire after sex. He realized he didn't even know what her true feelings were when she was with him. This woman was far more complex than he had initially thought.

A small hand grasped his "vajra," her soft palm cupping the tip. Sometimes Zhao Guizhen wondered if Princess Hu'an would never have made love to him if he didn't have his "vajra."

Zhao Guizhen cupped Hu'an's shapely buttocks with one hand, squeezing her plump flesh, while the other hand played with her nipples.

Hu'an moaned with excitement. But Zhao Guizhen stopped immediately, released her, and sat up to begin dressing.

Hu'an looked at Zhao Guizhen's magnificent, powerful body, now hidden by the blue Daoist robe, with disappointment. She licked her lips and asked, "Master, where are you going?"

Zhao Guizhen finished tidying his clothes, turned around, bent down, and kissed Hu'an and Anping once each, saying, "I'm going to Qingle Palace in Chang'an City. I might return in two days."

Hu'an stretched, her smooth upper body exposed beneath the brocade quilt. Her two breasts stood tall and erect, trembling, dazzlingly white. Zhao Guizhen knew that Hu'an's most alluring body language was this languid stretch. This posture was clearly evolved from the "Demon Sect's" Heavenly Demonic Appearance, but it still wasn't enough to entice him.

Zhao Guizhen reached out and pinched Hu'an's breast, chuckled, and turned away. Hu'an's beautiful eyes stared at his departing figure, her gaze gradually turning cold. Then she too jumped out of the quilt, dressed, and left.

Zhao Guizhen rode his mount, a blue mule, trotting and clattering towards Chang'an. The roads were deserted, and a bright moon gradually rose into the sky. Zhao Guizhen loved traveling on nights like this, feeling very comfortable, truly experiencing the feeling of Lao Tzu riding a blue ox through Tongguan Pass.

But tonight, he was preoccupied with two things. First, he needed to get to Chang'an as soon as possible to inquire about the recent situation in the palace from his disciple, Wang Du. Second, he needed to confirm Yu Hongzhi's true intentions; he might have to meet with him again to properly discuss the promise they made years ago.

The Heart Lake Palace was only ten li from Chang'an, a short distance by the speed of his green mule. Lost in thought, Zhao Guizhen arrived at the city gate.

Chang'an, from the rise of Emperor Taizong to the peak of Emperor Xuanzong, and then through the ravages of war during the reign of Emperor Shunzong, had always been the symbol of the Tang Dynasty's imperial power, standing majestically on the Weinan Plain.

It was a vast city, stretching for ten li, divided into an outer city, an inner city, and the imperial city. The inner and outer cities were filled with markets and wards, often operating all night long.

Zhao Guizhen dismounted his green mule, passed through the guards' inspection, and entered the inner city from the outer city, heading towards Hanlin Ward along Zhuque Avenue. It was still early, and the streets were bustling with people, brightly lit, a scene of prosperity.

Wang

Du, forty-two years old this year, was once the son of a family selling incense and candles outside the Qing Le Palace in Chang'an. Once, Zhao Guizhen, traveling from Hengshan to Qingcheng in the south, passed through Chang'an and stayed at the Qing Le Palace. Wang Du was reading Daoist scriptures, so Zhao Guizhen asked him a few questions, to which the young man answered fluently. Zhao Guizhen took a liking to him and accepted him as a lay disciple, teaching him for ten days to half a month every three years. Later, he also sponsored his education at the county school.

Wang Du studied diligently, passed the imperial examinations, became a tutor to the Crown Prince, and later rose to the position of Assistant Minister of Justice. He is now a key figure in the Crown Prince's faction. Wang Du deeply respects his master, Zhao Guizhen, and supports his ideals. He was the one who connected the Crown Prince and his master, initially because the Crown Prince had a sexual interest in the "Dan Ding School" of Daoist arts, and Wang Du recommended his master to the Crown Prince.

The Hanlin Lane was mostly inhabited by officials of the imperial court. Wang Du's residence was the first house in the second alley from the east. The courtyard was large and deep. Zhao Guizhen placed the blue mule by the gate, patted its rump, and hid in a dark corner. The mule, understanding the signal, brayed loudly, "Cluck...cluck..."

Sure enough, the mule's braying startled the gatekeeper, and the gate of Wang's mansion swung open with a bang. Zhao Guizhen picked up a pebble and flicked it on the mule's rump. The mule immediately rushed towards the gate, and before the gatekeeper could react, it had already run into the courtyard. The gatekeeper immediately slammed the gate shut and shouted to catch the animal, causing a commotion inside.

Zhao Guizhen smiled secretly, leaped over the high wall, and flew straight through the eaves to Wang Du's study.

Wang Du's study was called "Yinyunzhai," firstly because he enshrined Laozi, the founder of Taoism, there, with incense burning constantly, and secondly because he often refined elixirs there, hence the name.

Zhao Guizhen arrived at "Yinyunzhai," lightly leaping off the eaves. Just as he was about to knock, he heard a series of sounds of a man and woman engaging in sexual intercourse coming from inside.

Zhao Guizhen smiled wryly; his good disciple was certainly enjoying himself. He quietly moved to the window, silently poked a hole in the paper window, and peered inside.

The room was brightly lit, and in the center of the room was a brocade couch. On the couch, a naked man and woman were engaged in a passionate embrace. The man and woman were each performing oral sex on the other's feet. The man was muscular, and Zhao Guizhen immediately recognized him as his good disciple, Wang Du.

Wang Du was spreading the woman's legs apart with his hands, vigorously sucking and licking her vulva, making smacking sounds. Strangely, the woman's vulva was smooth and hairless; she was naturally bald. The woman, in turn, was vigorously sucking Wang Du's large penis, filling her small mouth completely.

The woman had a truly beautiful figure; though voluptuous, she wasn't obese. Her two large, white breasts swayed up and down and side to side with the oral sex, a sight to behold. Her large, white buttocks were plump and large, and Wang Du would occasionally slap them, eliciting moans and undulating movements to meet his tongue.

In the time it takes to drink half a cup of tea, both men and women reached the peak of their sexual desire. The woman's vagina opened and closed wide, spraying out vaginal fluids that splattered all over Wang Du's face. He then tightly sucked on her vulva, swallowing large amounts of her fluids. A few drops of semen clung to the corners of her mouth, but she swallowed most of it. She then used her fingers to collect the remaining semen from her lips and smeared it on her face.

This time, Zhao Guizhen finally saw the woman's face clearly. She appeared to be around thirty years old, with delicate eyebrows, narrow eyes, a high nose, full lips, and plump cheeks. Between her lips and nose was a long, slender jade pillar. One glance revealed a woman with extremely strong sexual desire. If her individual features were on her face alone, they would certainly be extremely ugly, but when combined, she appeared exceptionally sexy and alluring—a strange beauty.

At this moment, Wang Du made the woman kneel on the bed, then knelt on one knee himself. He entered her from behind with his thick penis, placing his hands on her waist and hips, thrusting his body back and forth, pulling her back with his hands. Each thrust deeply penetrated her vagina, and the woman continued to move backward to meet him, moaning loudly.

"Oh...good man...fuck...Meiniang to death, quick...ah...brother...your cock...is killing me!"

Wang Du thrust and pounded relentlessly, making the woman Meiniang drip with lustful fluids, enjoying herself immensely. The huge penis went in and out, even turning the tender flesh inside her vagina inside out. The woman shook her head and swayed her hips, her beautiful hair flowing freely, her small mouth opening and closing, screaming hoarsely.

"Big cock, brother...Meiniang is so...so...happy..."

Wang Du thrust hundreds of times, then turned the woman over, making her sit cross-legged, her two big white legs spread open, facing him. He held the woman under her armpits, lifted her up, and the woman took the initiative, one hand supporting herself on the bed, the other guiding Wang Du's penis into her smooth flesh, and began to move up and down, causing her two big breasts to bounce up and down like jade rabbits. Wang Du released his hands and began to knead her full breasts, sucking and biting her purplish-red nipples.

The woman's eyes were slightly closed, her mouth wide open, stimulating her with the pleasure of each penetration, making her scream "Aww!" Drenched in sweat, after about two hundred thrusts, the woman ejaculated profusely and collapsed into Wang Du's arms.

Wang Du himself had laid the woman down and had thrust nearly a hundred times before ejaculating. After enjoying the afterglow of their climax, the two caressed each other for a while before dressing.

Once Wang Du and the woman were dressed, Zhao Guizhen coldly snorted, startling Wang Du and the woman inside. Wang Du was about to call for help, but Zhao Guizhen's voice was like an ear-to-ear transmission: "Du'er, why can't you recognize your master's voice?"

Wang Du was both surprised and delighted. He quickly sent the woman away and then went out to welcome his master.

Zhao Guizhen sized up Wang Du; this disciple, whom he hadn't put in much effort, had already made considerable progress in cultivation.

Seeing his master's gaze lingering, Wang Du asked in a low, trembling voice, "Master, is there something you need from your unworthy disciple so late?"

Zhao Guizhen knew that this disciple had been in officialdom for seventeen or eighteen years, and his ability to read people was naturally superb. He probably already understood his intentions. However, he didn't want to ask Wang Du directly, but rather wanted to see Wang Du's attitude towards him. So he simply hummed in response and casually asked, "Who was that woman just now? She's quite an excellent dual cultivation vessel."

Wang Du's expression remained unchanged, but he said with delight, "Master, do you think my judgment is good? This woman is definitely a fine vessel. If Master likes her, I will persuade her to come with you."

Seeing his reaction, Zhao Guizhen became suspicious. He grumbled, "Cultivating both body and spirit, such a fine cauldron is rare. You actually gave it to me?"

Wang Du, realizing his master was suspicious, was greatly alarmed. He knelt down, his voice trembling, and said, "Master's kindness to me is like giving me a second life. How could I dare to have any disloyalty? Please believe me, Master. This is also my filial piety."

Zhao Guizhen helped Wang Du up and chuckled, "Du'er, what are you thinking? How could I not believe you? I just have an important matter to entrust to you!"

"Master, please give your instructions. I also wanted to tell you a few things."

Zhao Guizhen patted Wang Du's shoulder and half-jokingly said, "I'm still hungry. Let's eat something and talk while we eat. Also, my mount is still in the manor. Don't let it be treated like wild animals."

Wang Du quickly ordered the servants to bring food and then ordered them to find his master's mount and settle it properly.

Only then did he accompany Zhao Guizhen to discuss the secret matter.

Chapter Six: Palace Secrets

Wang Du and his master settled into a secluded room within the study.

Zhao Guizhen picked up a piece of flower cake and savored it slowly, still not revealing his purpose. Wang Du, standing beside him, couldn't wait any longer and cleared his throat.

"Master, I was just about to write you a letter, informing you of a few things happening in the court."

"Oh? Then tell me about them?"

Zhao Guizhen seemed noncommittal, not particularly interested.

"Master, you know that the current Emperor greatly favors eunuchs. Eight or nine out of ten of the Imperial Guards are controlled by them. Although the Emperor realizes the eunuchs' power and the threat they pose to the imperial authority, and wants to strip them of their military power, he is powerless to do so. The Emperor has spoken to me about this, and he is very anxious. However, I have a strict order from Master not to antagonize the eunuchs, so I haven't explicitly told the Emperor."

"Then what do you think?"

"Master, the core of the eunuch group is Yu Hongzhi and Qiu Shiliang. They belong to the 'Evil Sect' and 'Refining Emotions Sect' branches of the 'Demon Sect,' respectively. The 'Demon Sect' is the enemy of the martial arts world. Master must know that 'one cannot tolerate others beside one's bed…'"

"Alright, I naturally understand." Zhao Guizhen interrupted Wang Du. He then asked, "How is the Crown Prince now?" "

The Crown Prince is doing well, but his relationship with Yu Hongzhi and Qiu Shiliang is strained. However, the Crown Prince hasn't openly resisted the eunuchs yet," Wang Du replied.

Zhao Guizhen pondered for a moment, then said calmly, "Continue."

"Yes, Master. Another important matter is the increasingly serious factional strife in the court. The 'Niu Faction,' led by Niu Zengru, and the 'Li Faction,' led by Li Fengji, are attacking each other relentlessly."

"Who is gaining the upper hand in this struggle, and what is the Crown Prince's opinion?"

"Currently, the Crown Prince leans towards the prevailing 'Niu Faction,' and the key figure of the 'Niu Faction,' Situ Peidu, is the Crown Prince's teacher, and his relationship with Empress Wang is extraordinary."

"Hmph, Peidu, he's technically my junior brother. What about your uncle? Is he involved with Empress Xiao?"

Zhao Guizhen clearly had a negative opinion of his junior brother, Peidu. In fact, he knew very well that his junior brother was highly talented, yet he had broken away from the "Dan Ding Sect" to establish some other "Yin Yang Sect," arbitrarily altering doctrines and getting close to the "Demon Sect." He had long since stopped considering him a member of the "Daoist School."

"Pei Du spends all his time in the Empress's palace with her, completely ignoring everyone else. Even the Crown Prince, seeking support from the court and the eunuchs, remains silent."

Zhao Guizhen glanced at Wang Du, a hint of doubt in his eyes. Wang Du knew his master didn't understand why the Emperor was so weak. He explained, "The Emperor is now seriously ill, bedridden, unable to even get out of bed, and has appointed the Crown Prince to handle state affairs. Moreover, no palace servant dares to speak ill of the Empress; how would the Emperor know?" "

So that means Yu Hongzhi and Qiu Shiliang are in cahoots with Pei Du?"

"Master is wise,"

Zhao Guizhen stroked his beard, remaining silent. Wang Du took a sip of fragrant tea and continued, “Now, the Emperor is even closer to Zen Buddhism. He invites the monk Shenxiu from Huayan Temple to lecture him on Zen every day. According to what I’ve heard, the Emperor always summons Prince Jiang, Li Ang, to accompany him whenever he listens to Zen lectures, which makes the Crown Prince very sensitive.”

“Although Shenxiu of Huayan Temple is young, I believe he is a rising star in the Zen school, not much less capable than Huishe of Jingnian Temple. He is indeed a formidable opponent for the grand plan of the Daoist school.”

“Then, how does Prince Jiang, Li Ang, usually behave?” Zhao Guizhen pressed.

“Li Ang is naturally weak, but he is cunning and shrewd. He doesn’t usually make any big moves. He maintains good relationships with various forces and pays his respects to the Emperor and the Crown Prince every day. He moves around where the Crown Prince can see him, so no one pays much attention to him. I have a close relationship with him on the surface, but it’s actually at the Crown Prince’s behest. Li Ang doesn’t seem to be wary of me and we often hang out together.”

“Don’t think of him as so simple. Emperor Muzong’s sons are not easy to deal with. Do you know Prince Ying, Li Xi?”

“Li Xi is young and reckless, associating with eunuchs. But I think he is the most talented of the Emperor’s sons. Although young, he is decisive and ruthless in his actions. However, his mother, Consort Wei, is not favored by the Emperor and is envied by the Empress, so he himself is not valued by the Emperor. But according to my research, Li Xi is not Consort Wei’s biological son, but the illegitimate son of Song Ruohua, the female official in charge of the imperial documents, and the Emperor.”

“Song Ruohua? Is she Song Ruohua from ‘Xijianzhai’? Is she in the palace now?” Zhao Guizhen’s reaction suddenly became intense.

Wang Du didn't understand why his master was so sensitive to the name Song Ruohua, so he quickly replied, "Actually, this news came from a palace eunuch. However, as far as I know, Song Ruohua has already passed away."

Wang Du looked up at his master and saw that Zhao Guizhen's face had suddenly darkened, and his eyes were slightly moist. He was secretly shocked. With his master's cultivation level, he had long since transcended the shackles of mortal emotions and desires. Why was he so shaken upon hearing about Song Ruohua?

After a long while, Zhao Guizhen sighed, regained his composure, and then asked Wang Du.

"Who are the people Li Xi is closest to on a daily basis?"

"Li Xi's maternal uncle, the Minister of Ceremonies, the Grand Censor Wei Chuhou, and the head eunuch Wang Shouchang, who controls the princes, are also close to him."

"What is the relationship between Wang Shouchang and Yu Hongzhi?"

"Speaking of which, Yu Hongzhi was brought into the palace by Wang Shouchang. Yu and Qiu were not actually eunuchs; Wang Shouchang helped them deceive the emperor. Now, Wang Shouchang is very old, but he is still the Inspector General of the Shence Army and the Privy Councilor, and still holds real power."

"Oh, it seems that I must meet Yu Hongzhi and catch up with him." Zhao Guizhen muttered to himself.

"Master, besides that, there is also Emperor Muzong's half-brother, Prince Guang, Li Qi. He is young and has not yet been sent to a fiefdom, so he remains in the capital. Li Qi and Li Xi are close friends and always stand together."

Zhao Guizhen nodded to indicate that he understood, and then asked,

"Do you know about Princess Hu'an and Shenxiu?" Zhao Guizhen asked again.

“Well, Master, please forgive my bluntness, Princess Hu’an is naturally lewd. She has unusual relationships with many famous scholars in the capital and heroes of the Shaanxi and Luoyang martial arts world, especially the monk Shenxiu. Before Master came, Shenxiu was not at Huayan Temple, but lived at Xinhu Villa. Every day, Princess Hu’an and Shenxiu would go to the palace together to pay homage to the Emperor. In addition, Pei Du also has an extraordinary relationship with Hu’an. It is possible that the Yin-Yang Sect and the Demonic Sect have great connections with Hu’an.”

Zhao Guizhen did not care who Hu’an had romantic affairs with, but if she hindered his plan to destroy Buddhism, he would have to teach her a lesson.

Judging from Wang Du's words, Li Zhan's secure throne is now a fait accompli, but the various sects of Buddhism are intensifying their efforts to curry favor with the imperial relatives and nobles, increasing the difficulty of suppressing Buddhism. However, the "demonic sects" are an unknown factor; they truly hold the will of the imperial family. In the future, Li Xi and Li Ang could replace Li Zhan at any time.

As for Li Xi? Is he really Song Ruohua's son? If so, how should he treat Song Ruohua's son? Perhaps Li Xi is not Emperor Muzong's biological son at all...

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Li Xi is fifteen years old this year. Next to the Xuanwu Gate of the imperial city stands a palace—Taichong Palace, which is the residence of Prince Ying, Li Xi. In the afternoon, Prince Ying went to his aunt, Princess Hu'an, to prepare to take Xin Chan back. After inquiring about Xin Chan's background, he learned that the little girl Xin Chan was actually a master of both singing and dancing, the most outstanding among the many maids of Xinhu Palace. Xin Chan absolutely refused to go directly to Prince Ying's residence. After all, Princess Hu'an was her master, and she needed her master's permission before she could return home with the young prince.

Li Xi, unable to persuade Xin Chan, returned home dejectedly. His actual purpose in visiting Xinhu Palace was to see his sister and aunt, but he hadn't expected to encounter Zhao Guizhen. His understanding of Zhao Guizhen came from his aunt, and he always felt inexplicably jealous whenever he saw his beautiful aunt speak of Zhao Guizhen with admiration or affection.

Now, having met him in person, he realized Zhao Guizhen was indeed remarkable, comparable to his master, Yu Hongzhi.

He knew Zhao Guizhen would recognize his talent, so after meeting him, he immediately had another idea.

This time, he would scheme against Zhao Guizhen, making him clear some obstacles on his path to becoming emperor. The thought of manipulating a grandmaster like this gave him a great sense of accomplishment.

Zhao Guizhen was determined to revitalize the "Taoist" sect, which was locked in a life-or-death struggle with the "Buddhist" sect. While the martial world appeared peaceful on the surface, countless battles raged beneath the surface. Now that Zhao Guizhen had delivered himself to their doorstep, how could they let him remain idle? They would let him fight to his heart's content with the bald-headed members of the "Buddhist" sect, adding more variables to the struggle for the throne, and incidentally teaching their arrogant master, Yu Hongzhi, a lesson.

********** ... Wang Shoucheng, though his hair was already white and he was nearing seventy, was still remarkably vigorous. As the chief steward of various princely residences, Li Xi not only respected him but also feared him. Wang Shoucheng had recommended Yu Hongzhi and Qiu Shiliang, but his most impressive achievement was supporting Emperor Muzong's ascension to the throne. Therefore, on the surface, Wang Shoucheng remained the leading figure in the eunuch faction. Sitting opposite Li Xi, Wang Shoucheng listened as Li Xi recounted Zhao Guizhen's arrival in Chang'an, his eyes narrowing. He was now very old, and Yu Hongzhi and Qiu Shiliang no longer considered him their superior, but he himself wasn't so old that he had lost all desire for power. He didn't particularly value Li Xi at the moment, because Li Xi's power was still limited, and he was unlikely to seize the throne immediately. However, Li Xi relied heavily on him, so maintaining a good relationship was best. Li Xi calmly recounted Zhao Guizhen's situation to Wang Shoucheng in detail. Wang Shoucheng outwardly seemed indifferent, offering only a few "uh-huhs" before leaving, but Li Xi sensed that Wang Shoucheng certainly had his own judgment. Thinking of Zhao Guizhen, perhaps he could keep Zhao busy with his numerous mysteries for a while. Li Xi had known for a long time that he wasn't Consort Wei's biological son. He also knew that fifteen years ago, shortly after Emperor Muzong ascended the throne, a female official suddenly appeared in the palace; she was his biological mother. This woman was a prized disciple of the most secretive sect in the martial arts world, "Xijianzhai," and the eldest daughter of the prestigious Song family in Sichuan. Li Xi sometimes doubted even more whether Emperor Muzong was his biological father. Emperor Muzong had never held him, never inquired about his life, and even ignored him when he paid his respects. Could there be such a father in the world? As for Consort Wei, in the lonely palace, unable to gain the emperor's favor, she blamed him for everything, and rarely saw him more than a few times a year. This kind of life only shaped Li Xi's incredibly resilient yet fickle character. Although young, he was already mature and ambitious. Seeing the power of the eunuchs, he tried his best to get close to them, and finally caught the eye of Yu Hongzhi, who took him as a disciple. On the surface, he appeared willful and incompetent, but behind the scenes, he diligently cultivated talented individuals. For himself and his two elder brothers, there was only one throne, and only one person could sit on it, but that didn't mean it couldn't be rotated. As long as he could maintain control and prevent them from holding their positions for long, the throne would still be his. After Wang Shoucheng left, Li Xi suddenly coughed towards the screen behind him. Immediately, a beautiful woman in palace attire emerged gracefully. Looking closely, she wore a phoenix coronet and embroidered robes, her eyes sparkling with spring—it was none other than Princess Hu'an! ************************************************************************************** *Sobbing*... This chapter was so hard to write. The story's conflicts and the basic clues for future development had to be contained within this chapter. After much deliberation, I had no choice but to make do with these settings. Note: Song Ruohua, a female scholar, entered the palace during the reign of Emperor Muzong, handling official documents and memorials, and later died. For the sake of the plot, I gave her a special identity. Now you know how cunning Li Xi is, right? =_=! Okay, I still hope everyone will continue to support me and offer suggestions... Thank you! (The following is a separate section ): Chapter Seven: Deep Palace Affair - Princess Hu'an, with her alluring gaze, approached Li Xi. Li Xi casually wrapped one arm around Hu'an's soft, boneless waist, and Hu'an smoothly sat in his lap. Li Xi's other hand had already climbed onto Hu'an's firm breasts, caressing them through her clothes. Hu'an chuckled softly and said in a seductive voice, "Xi'er, you're getting more and more impatient!" Li Xi's gaze was filled with infatuation and jealousy. His hand on Hu'an's breasts tightened, and his hand, which had been holding her waist, slid down her slender waist to her buttocks, lingering there briefly before moving down her full thighs. His lips pressed against Hu'an's red lips, kissing her two delicate, luscious lips. Hu'an responded passionately, offering her delicate tongue to Li Xi for him to suckle. They kissed passionately for a long time, until they were almost breathless, before reluctantly parting. Hu'an's eyes were filled with a dreamy, flushed blush, and her proud breasts heaved. This mature beauty was irresistible; no one could resist her and not make love to her passionately. Li Xi's hand, which had been caressing Hu'an's calves, suddenly slipped inside her skirt, moving along her smooth, soft calves to her thighs. His touch revealed warm, smooth, and incredibly elastic skin, like silk or warm jade. From her delicate, rounded knees to the base of her thighs, Li Xi caressed and stroked her. This brought Hu'an waves of pleasure, and her legs trembled uncontrollably. Finally, Hu'an couldn't resist and pressed down on Li Xi's mischievous hand inside her skirt. But then she felt a chill on her chest, followed by a warm, wet mouth landing on her left breast. It turned out that Li Xi had already taken the opportunity to open Hu An's palace robes, removing the bindings under her low-cut undergarments, allowing Hu An's white and fragrant left breast to spring out. As Li Xi's lips touched hers, "Ah!" Hu An couldn't help but let out a soft moan. Li Xi's mouth took Hu An's nipple into his mouth, gently circling it with his tongue. Hu An's nipple immediately hardened. Li Xi then gently nibbled at the hardened and enlarged nipple with his teeth, causing Hu An to experience both pain and pleasure. She couldn't help but hug Li Xi's head, closing her beautiful eyes and moaning ecstatically. Suddenly, Li Xi's hand, which was inside Hu An's skirt, slipped into her tight-fitting undergarments. His four fingers touched the petals of Hu An's secret place. Hu An reacted strongly by squeezing her thighs together, which in turn clamped Li Xi's hand tightly around her tender petals, making Li Xi's entire palm even more tightly cover her tender petals.

Li Xi passionately sucked on Hu An's nipple, his hand on Hu An's vulva beginning to wriggle restlessly. Hu An's body began to twist, trying to avoid Li Xi's two-pronged attack, but Li Xi wouldn't allow her to evade it. He forcefully pried open Hu An's tightly closed thighs with one hand, and his hand on her vulva began to slowly knead and rub.

Hu'an was already dripping with honey-like fluid, her flower stem itching unbearably, her underpants soaked through. Li Xi released the nipple from his mouth and chuckled wickedly, "Auntie, why is your little hole so wet so easily? Has Zhao Guizhen not had enough of you yet?"

Hu'an groaned and said irritably, "You little devil, you've made your auntie wet, and you're still joking with me. If it weren't for you, how could I have gotten so wet so easily by Zhao Guizhen?"

Li Xi's hand inside her skirt was soaked with Hu'an's lustful fluid, and he began to use his index and middle fingers to probe the depths of her fleshy hole covered by thick pubic hair. Hu'an was stimulated and let out an "Oh," straightening her upper body. One of her small hands also went in and inserted into Li Xi's python robe, grasping Li Xi's erect penis through her silk pants.

Li Xi used his other hand to lift Hu An's skirt to her waist, revealing her two snow-white legs. He withdrew his fingers from her vulva, put them to his lips, and licked some of the sticky, lustful fluid with the tip of his tongue, chuckling, "Auntie, your lustful fluid smells so good and sweet!" After saying that, he put his fingers to Hu An's lips again, and Hu An, knowing the situation, stretched out her tongue and began to lick her own lustful fluid.

Li Xi watched with lewd eyes as his aunt savored his own lustful fluid, then lifted her arms, making the limp and powerless Hu An raise her buttocks, and let her pull down her already soaked underpants to her knees. Hu An's plump vulva was immediately exposed to Li Xi's eyes.

Li Xi made Hu An lie face down on the rosewood tea table, legs spread wide, her round, pert buttocks raised high. He then squatted down, using his hands to part her snow-white buttocks, revealing her dripping, beautiful vulva. The vulva was opening and closing like a fish's mouth, the tip of the clitoris trembling slightly. Li Xi brought his mouth close, teasing the clitoris with the tip of his tongue. Hu An moaned excitedly, "Good nephew, don't play with Auntie's little clitoris anymore, Auntie is about to cum... Oh!"

Li Xi continued to lick his aunt's clitoris, rubbing his chin against her wet vulva. Hu An's legs went weak, and she gradually lowered her waist, but Li Xi suddenly slapped her buttocks. Hu An cried out in pain, turned around and gave Li Xi a glare, and had no choice but to keep her buttocks raised again. Li Xi began to lick Hu An's vulva with his tongue, his two fingers spreading open the plump labia to reveal the pink flesh inside, his tongue penetrating deeply and stirring.

Hu'an cried out passionately, "Dear little brother, you little devil...you're licking...Auntie, it feels so good...ah...mmm!"

Hu'an's vaginal muscles began to contract, and the honey-like fluid inside her flower stem flowed out continuously, all of which Li Xi swallowed.

After a long while, Hu'an let out a long moan, her legs trembling, her head shaking and her hips swaying, she had reached her climax. Li Xi pressed tightly against her secret cave, taking in every last drop of the thick vaginal fluid, then stood up, lifted the hem of her robe, and pulled down her pants.

His "Dragon King's Hammer," about a foot long, was already swollen and erect, its tip glistening with semen. Li Xi straightened his penis, aimed it at the center of his aunt's secret cave, and thrust it in with a "plop." Hu'an's flower stem was filled by this thick penis, the tender flesh inside intimately enveloping the huge shaft, and the two of them couldn't help but groan "oh" and "ah" in unison.

Li Xi placed his hands on Hu An's slender waist and began a fierce assault. Hu An desperately arched her back to meet his thrusts. The two went at it back and forth for half an hour. Suddenly, Li Xi slowed down and whispered in Hu An's ear, "Auntie, let's begin to use the 'Sun-Swallowing and Moon-Absorbing Technique.' This time, Auntie must help me break through the barrier between life and death, and see who dares to bully us again."

Hu An turned around to face Li Xi. After a long kiss, Hu'an said earnestly, "Xi'er, you are my only hope. Our Li family of the Tang Dynasty once dominated the world and intimidated the borders. Yet we were bullied by eunuchs and corrupt officials. You are the descendant of the Li family whom I have raised with all my might. I entrust you with the heavy responsibility of revitalizing the Li family's empire."

Li Xi's eyes shone brightly, and he nodded solemnly, raising his hand with boundless pride to swear, "If I do not destroy the eunuchs, I will not be able to revitalize our Tang Dynasty. I am unworthy of being called a human being."

Hu'an couldn't help but smile. She thought about how, for the sake of the Tang Dynasty's foundation and to eliminate the eunuchs, she had carefully considered and chosen Li Xi, who possessed the most qualities of an emperor, as her support for the revitalization of the Tang Dynasty and the destruction of the eunuchs. She pretended to be close to the Taoist and Buddhist sects to gather intelligence from all sides, and even went so far as to sacrifice her purity to recruit talents and steal the martial arts skills of martial arts masters for Li Xi, thus creating his underground power and unparalleled achievements. Perhaps his sacrifice for the royal family and the imperial cause was worthwhile, but sometimes he truly couldn't grasp the thoughts of Li Xi, the successor he had personally nurtured. Li Xi's promise and oath today had somewhat calmed his mind. With

her inner turmoil resolved, Hu An's face lit up with joy. She twisted her graceful naked body, straddled Li Xi's lap, and thrust her hips into his penis. She gathered her inner energy, channeling it downwards to her dantian, then lingered at her perineum, loosening her inner muscles, and channeling her power into Li Xi's lower body.

Li Xi regulated his internal energy, circulating and transforming the large amount of Hu An's power he was continuously absorbing into his own. The power Hu An released was very mixed and difficult to refine, so Li Xi could only store it in his dantian first.

The point where their genitals met became the channel through which they transferred their inner energy. This technique was the "Swallowing the Sun and Absorbing the Moon" method, a unique creation of the Yin-Yang Sect. This technique, invented by Pei Du, placed even greater emphasis on the transfer and cultivation of inner energy between men and women compared to the Daoist practice of dual cultivation of body and mind and the Buddhist practice of "Joyful Meditation."

The scriptures say: "The woman's yin is external and internal true yang, the man's yang is external and internal true yin; the woman is Kan, the man is Li, taking Kan to fill Li, yin and yang mutually absorbing, attaining the immortal path!"

However, Li Xi was now using the "Heaven-Mending Technique," a harmful and self-serving method of the "Demon Sect," in the "Swallowing the Sun and Absorbing the Moon" method, continuously absorbing the true yang from Hu An's body until Hu An fainted with a soft moan. Only then did Li Xi withdraw his penis, sit cross-legged, and circulate his inner energy, regulating the newly injected true energy in his meridians.

When Li Xi awoke again, he found that his Ren and Du meridians were open, and his inner energy had reached a new level. He tenderly carried the unconscious Hu'an in his arms and walked towards his palace.

Upon arriving, Li Xi gently placed Hu'an on the large bed. To him, he had indeed used this aunt who was devoted to the Li Tang dynasty, but in truth, no one could understand his feelings for her—a mother, a sister, a wife, a concubine. He owed his current situation to her; this woman was willing to give up everything for the stability of the Li family's empire, and everything she did was, in effect, for his sake.

Li Xi's love for Hu'an was real, profound, and also twisted. He didn't want her to play games with men and women; he desperately wanted to possess her completely. But his reason told him: No!

Li Xi could only bury this illicit affair deep in his heart. Every time he had intercourse with Hu An, he treated her as his wife. When Hu An had no choice but to return to Xinhu Palace to deal with those with ulterior motives, she was filled with boundless jealousy and pain, but she pretended that nothing had happened…

Looking at Hu An's pale face, Li Xi's pity reached its peak. He gently kissed Hu An's lips, quietly sat cross-legged behind her, and placed his palms on her vital points, channeling a stream of true energy into her.

Li Xi's true energy quickly circulated through Hu An's meridians, and at the same time, he clearly assessed Hu An's condition. Her internal energy had decreased by more than 50%, and her pulse was weak. This was the greatest loss she had suffered since she began intercourse with Li Xi. Li Xi intensified the flow of his true energy. Suddenly, he felt a faint pulse of new life pulsating within Hu An's lower abdomen. There, a tiny life was thriving, radiating vitality!

Li Xi abruptly withdrew his palms, an overwhelming surge of grief and anger rising within him…

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First of all, thank you to my friends on Lamb and Wind Moon for your support and suggestions.

Some friends still pointed out that the chapters are too short, sob… Please forgive me, my head is spinning and I'm still "squeezing toothpaste"!

Some friends think the plot isn't very well written. Actually, I've tried my best, but I've "run out of ideas," so I

'll have to improve it in the future! I hope everyone will use their imagination as they read, just like: "My heart is vast and boundless, yet I hear thunder in the silence."

(

Borrowing a signature line from

Boss Lamb, hehe, don't ask me for royalties!) **************** ...

"Aunt, you really put on a full-blown act! You've actually conceived a child with someone else! You've betrayed your nephew's true love!" Li Xi thought bitterly. "Just wait until I find out, I'll grind him to dust!"

At that moment, Hu An woke up with a soft moan, opening her heavy eyelids. She saw Li Xi's fierce expression, staring intently at her. Her heart skipped a beat. "Could it be that he's already discovered something? What should I do?"

Li Xi's expression was uncertain, his heart a jumble of emotions, a mixture of bitterness, sourness, and spiciness. If his aunt had become pregnant by accident, he would naturally forgive her and try to make her abort the fetus. If his aunt had intentionally conceived another man's child, he might kill that man without hesitation. But what if it was worse than he imagined? What if the fetus belonged to Zhao Guizhen, Pei Du, or even the bald monk Shenxiu? Each of them was currently more skilled in martial arts than him, and their power was not something he could easily challenge. It would be best to ask clearly!

Thinking of this, Li Xi's expression softened somewhat. His right hand landed on Hu An's flat, warm abdomen, and he asked in a calm tone, "Aunt, you are pregnant now, yet you still sacrificed most of your power for your nephew. I really don't know how to thank you!"

Hu An was also struggling internally. Her good nephew regarded her as his own, how could he allow her to carry another man's child? Now, seeing his calm and even tone, if she answered incorrectly, the hand on her abdomen would mercilessly destroy the little life inside her. But how could she tell him? Would he believe her? Moreover, she did indeed have stronger romantic feelings for that person than for Li Xi.

Hu An's mind raced, her expression sorrowful. After all, she couldn't hide it anymore, so she might as well be frank. Thus, a resolute look appeared on her face: "Xi'er, Aunt had no choice!"

"Slap!" Li Xi's right hand rose like lightning and slapped Hu An, five red marks immediately appearing on Hu An's face.

"Forced, what a 'forced' situation... Heh... Hahaha!" Li Xi, as if possessed, glared fiercely at Hu An, his voice sharp and menacing. "Speak! Who is it? Whose bastard is it?"

Hu An's expression froze for a moment after being slapped, but then she put on a smiling face and said affectionately, "My good nephew has grown up and knows how to be jealous. Auntie is very happy, but Auntie really needs to exchange herself for his trust. Xi'er, don't you know Auntie's hardships and aspirations all these years?"

Li Xi became even angrier at Hu An's smile. That smile actually used the Heavenly Demon Appearance to bewitch him, but after hearing her words, he did have many feelings. After all, Hu An had spared no effort for the restoration of the royal family. If she could make her think of exchanging herself for him, then this person was indeed not light-hearted!

Li Xi's heart began to calm down, but the anger on his face did not diminish in the slightest. He snorted, "Then who is he?"

"I'll tell you, but don't be angry. Promise your aunt, okay?" Hu'an got up and nestled into Li Xi's arms, her hands climbing up to Li Xi's cheeks, gently stroking them.

Li Xi remained noncommittal and snorted. He wrapped his arms around Hu'an's slender waist.

Hu'an felt much more at ease, smiled charmingly, and then recounted the whole story.

Chang'an, the capital.

In Chang'an, there were quite a few Taoist temples and Buddhist temples, the most famous being three temples, four palaces, and one nunnery.

The three temples were Huayan Temple, Xiangji Temple, and Xingshan Temple, belonging to the three branches of Buddhism: the Huayan School, the Pure Land School, and the Esoteric School. Among them, Huayan Temple was the largest, with the most monks, and it was also the birthplace of the Huayan School. The current head of the Huayan School was a young monk with the Dharma name Shenxiu; he was profound in Chan Buddhism and his martial arts skills rivaled those of the older generation of famous scholars, making him a rare young talent in the martial arts world.

The Huayan School's doctrine did not distinguish between those who grew their hair long or short, and it did not prohibit marriage.

In the third year of the Changqing reign of Emperor Muzong, on the third day of the first lunar month, Huayan Temple held a fair. Hu'an, alone, came to Huayan Temple and unintentionally encountered Shenxiu, who at that time had grown his hair long. Shenxiu received Hu'an, and the two, seeing each other's extraordinary handsomeness and beauty, developed a tacit understanding without words. On

the tenth day of the fourth lunar month, Hu'an invited famous scholars to a gathering at Xinhu Palace, specially inviting Shenxiu as an honored guest. During the banquet, they exchanged glances and became inseparable, staying at Xinhu Palace every night.

From then on, Hu'an and Shenxiu had a continuous relationship.

Li Xi was aware of Hu'an and Shenxiu's relationship. According to his confidant at Xinhu Palace, Hu'an talked most about Shenxiu and Zhao Guizhen with her servants. He himself had met him and found him to be a dashing figure, surpassing even Song Yu and Pan An in charm. However, he still didn't understand why his aunt was doing this to gain Shenxiu's trust—what was her purpose?

Hu'an knew she had indeed developed feelings for Shenxiu, and this pregnancy was an accident. When she realized it, she hesitated about how to handle the situation: abort the fetus or keep it? Finally, she decided to discuss it with Li Xi. She knew he would definitely want her to get rid of this illegitimate child, but she hadn't expected his reaction to be so strong. Beforehand, she had prepared reasons to persuade Li Xi.

"Xi'er, I became pregnant accidentally. I did consider getting rid of it, but after thinking about it, given the current situation, I think it's better to keep it!" Hu'an said calmly. She had finally made up her mind to keep it.

"Why? Is Shenxiu forcing you to keep it?" Li Xi asked with disgust.

“No, Shenxiu may never know that I’m pregnant with his child. But I want to use this opportunity to control the every move of the ‘Buddhist Sect’,” Hu’an explained. This reason was indeed very important to Li Xi.

Li Xi listened thoughtfully. Now he wanted to instigate a conflict between the “Taoist Sect” and the “Demon Sect” to strike at the “Demon Sect” and prepare for eradicating the eunuchs’ control over the royal family. However, he had recently discovered that the “Buddhist Sect” was supporting his second brother, and he also had to deal with the “Buddhist Sect” to prevent them from growing too powerful and allowing his second brother, Li Ang, to gain power and consolidate his strength. That’s why he instructed Hu’an to approach Shenxiu and investigate the “Buddhist Sect’s” movements.

Hu’an’s plan was indeed ingenious, even ruthless. By doing this, the every move of the Buddhist Sect would fall under his control, but could he tolerate Hu’an completely surrendering to the “Buddhist Sect”?

“Shenxiu, you really are giving me a headache! If I miss this day, I’ll make sure you die without a burial place,” Li Xi thought to himself.

Li Xi held the beautiful woman in his arms tightly, stroking her perfectly toned belly. He felt an overwhelming reluctance, but weighing the weight of the throne, it seemed he had to accept this reality.

"I'm so unwilling, Hu'er, my dear aunt, I really don't want you to do this. I've already harmed you, I've regretted it for so long, please don't!" Li Xi whispered in Hu'an's ear.

Hearing Li Xi's words, Hu'an was conflicted again. She couldn't tell if her feelings for Li Xi were romantic love, the indulgence of an elder, or perhaps a deliberate submission to the stronger one she had chosen, driven by her own ambition. She didn't know where she should go. Having witnessed so much

of the world's cruelty over the years, no one had offered her such love when she needed it. Li Xi's love was possessive, controlling, but he couldn't immediately abandon the fight for the throne to love her. Shenxiu, too, hadn't shown her any love. Perhaps she had truly been bewitched, captivated by him.

At this moment, Li Xi calmed down and suddenly made a decision. He didn't need to rush to get rid of the fetus in Hu'an's womb. As long as Hu'an gave birth, he would have a chance to get rid of it. There was still some time before then. During this time, he would give the Buddhist sect a good beating, preferably making Zhao Guizhen fight them in a real battle. After all, Hu'an was Zhao Guizhen's disciple, how could he let her be pregnant with the illegitimate child of a Buddhist successor? Then, he would say to the outside world that Shenxiu had seduced or raped Hu'an, and that would create a good show.

Li Xi made this decision, but the key was still to get Hu'an's consent and cooperation. Thinking of this, Li Xi softened even more towards Hu'an, gently sucking on her ear and saying sadly, "Auntie, you've made such a great sacrifice for me, what can I say! I can only spend the rest of my life loving you well and never let you down." Hu'an,

pleased with Li Xi's approval, turned and hugged her, murmuring, "Auntie, I'd do anything for my good Xi'er!"

Li Xi released Hu'an, looking directly at her with eyes full of tenderness and affection, and said, "Auntie, now the Buddhist sect supports... " "Second Brother, once our strength increases significantly, it will affect our entire plan. The only way now is to do as Aunt said and use the child in Aunt's womb to control Shenxiu. But that alone is not enough. We must strike them before they become too powerful to ensure the success of our plan. Aunt can only entrust this to you."

Hearing Li Xi's words, Hu'an knew that her good nephew was about to devise an even more ruthless scheme for her to carry out. For his ideals, for the child in her womb, it seemed she had sown the seeds of evil and was now reaping the bitter fruits. Hu'an smiled timidly, "Xi'er, whatever you say, Aunt will do it."

Li Xi told Hu'an his thoughts, his tone filled with sorrow, making it seem as if he was forced into this situation, and how painful it must be for him.

What could Hu'an say? She would not oppose anything Li Xi did that benefited the imperial cause, even if Li Xi immediately decided to destroy the fetus in her womb, she would silently endure it.

It seemed that when she said "exchanging her body for his," Li Xi had already made up his mind to carry out this vicious plan.

After recounting his entire plan, Li Xi launched another assault on Hu An.

His hands darted inside her clothes, touching every sensitive spot that ignited her desire. Soon, Hu An was consumed by lust; her lower body became wet, secreting copious amounts of fluid, her breasts hardened, and every cell in her body throbbed with passion. She spread her legs, placing them on Li Xi's shoulders, awaiting the penetration of his massive member. Perhaps, at this moment, she completely surrendered to Li Xi's lewd power

; or perhaps, only now could she wholeheartedly love Li Xi with the passion of a romantic relationship.

********** ... Because the complexity of human nature makes it impossible for anyone to be absolutely good—I myself am not (but generally speaking, I'm still a good person, haha). Therefore, when I wrote about several key characters, aside from some distinct personality traits, I didn't consider how to portray the good or bad of any particular person. Each character here has their own stance. For example, Li Xi's wickedness, fickleness, and treachery; or Hu An, Zhao Guizhen, and Yu Hongzhi's ruthless pursuit of their goals and unwavering will; or the cowardice and incompetence of Emperors Jingzong and Wenzong. I wonder if everyone can accept this? As the saying goes, "Heaven and earth are ruthless, treating all things like straw dogs." I agree! ********** ... Hu'an had probably already returned to Xinhu Palace by now. "Your Highness, it's time to get up!" A detached voice sounded from outside the beaded curtain. Li Xi yawned and said lazily, "Ye'er, come here, I have a few questions for you." Light footsteps sounded, the beaded curtain parted, and a slender figure entered, dressed in a purple palace gown, but underneath she wore a tight-fitting nightgown. Ye'er stood by Li Xi's bedside, hands at her sides. Li Xi opened one eye to look at Ye'er and asked. "How did your matter go? Did Zhao Guizhen and Yu Hongzhi meet?" Ye'er bowed and replied, "Zhao Guizhen talked at Wang Du's residence until midnight, and then went to the Commander's residence. Yu Hongzhi came out, and they went to Xingqing Palace together. I followed behind, deliberately lagging ten paces behind for fear of being discovered. I only heard half of their conversation." "What did they say?" "Zhao Guizhen and Yu Hongzhi were clearly competing. Neither of them made a move, but they were vying for power. Later, Zhao Guizhen asked Yu Hongzhi why he broke his past promise and interfered in the struggle for the throne, hindering his plan to destroy Buddhism. Yu Hongzhi replied that he did not directly interfere in the feud between Buddhism and Taoism." "That's all?" Li Xi's tone was clearly dissatisfied. Ye'er was very displeased with Li Xi's tone and waited a moment before speaking. "Yu Hongzhi said he's currently trying to communicate with the Crown Prince. As long as the Crown Prince doesn't strip the eunuchs of their military power, they will accept the Crown Prince's succession." "Hmph, Yu Hongzhi, what a fickle scoundrel!" Li Xi sneered, then continued, "What did Old Daoist Zhao say?" "Zhao Guizhen warned Yu Hongzhi that if he didn't want his disciples and followers to disappear from the martial world, he shouldn't interfere in the conflict between Daoism and Buddhism. Yu Hongzhi didn't give a definite answer in the end, and also warned Zhao Guizhen to be careful before leaving." Li Xi was fairly satisfied with Ye'er's report. Although Zhao Guizhen hadn't truly broken with Yu Hongzhi, he would soon make them even more antagonistic until they fought to the death. Li Xi looked at Ye'er, his closest confidante. Her expression wasn't good; she was clearly angry with him. In the Ying Prince's mansion, only this woman dared to be angry with him, and she certainly had reason to be. Thinking about this, Li Xi found it quite amusing. Li Xi sat up abruptly, letting the thin blanket slip off, revealing his muscular upper body. He smiled and patted the bed, saying, "Come here, Ye'er. You haven't slept all night. Come and sleep here, keep me company for a chat." Ye'er frowned slightly, hesitated for a moment, but reluctantly walked over and sat on the edge of the bed with her back to Li Xi. Li Xi supported Ye'er's slender shoulders from behind, stroking them. "Ye'er, you've worked hard. Come and sleep in with me for a while. I won't be visiting the Emperor today." After saying this, Li Xi pulled the half-resisting woman into his arms. The woman's legs dangled off the bed. She struggled a couple of times, but Li Xi grabbed her and forcefully removed her palace shoes and socks, revealing her two delicate feet in his palms. Li Xi played with her slender feet, examining them closely. Ye'er's face quickly turned red, and she secretly buried her face under the pillow.

What magical little feet these were! Unlike the large feet of ordinary women, these feet had rounded ankles, slender soles, and a beautifully long and graceful arch. The five toes were delicate and tightly clustered, and the fair skin was exceptionally smooth. Li Xi sometimes couldn't understand how such tiny feet could support Ye'er's body, how they could allow her to leap and dart about so swiftly.

Li Xi exclaimed, "Ye'er, you're the third-ranked master of light-footed martial arts in the martial world! How can you have such adorable feet?"

Ye'er groaned shyly, "Ye'er doesn't know either, Your Highness. Didn't you want Ye'er to rest? This is making me very uncomfortable!"

Li Xi put Ye'er's toes in his mouth, sucking on those tiny toes, while his hand traced down her ankles to her strong and shapely legs. Ye'er suddenly sat up and threw herself into Li Xi's arms, groaning, "You've already played with that vixen Hu'an, isn't that enough?" Her tone was half jealous and half reproachful. Li Xi didn't answer, but responded to Ye'er with his actions. A demonic hand had already probed into that wet, forbidden place, teasing the clitoris within the petals.

Ye'er's slight jealousy and reproach had long since vanished under Li Xi's teasing. She involuntarily twisted her body, one of her small hands exploring to find Li Xi's crotch, grasping his penis. The burning shaft felt like holding a burning stick. Ye'er began to stroke Li Xi's enormous penis up and down, as if it were the source of her pleasure, unwilling to let go.

Li Xi didn't actually want to take Ye'er; he only continued to caress and tease her. Under his skillful touch, this mature woman responded intensely, trembling.

In an instant, waves of passion surged, boundless spring unfolded. Until Ye'er, exhausted from Li Xi's ministrations, finally climaxed and fell into a deep sleep.

Looking at Ye'er's beautiful face, Li Xi felt immense gratitude towards Heaven. With Hu An outside and Ye'er inside, what could he not accomplish? Ye'er

's real name was Ye Mei, and she was ranked at least in the top ten of the martial arts world. However, she had no official position, and no one knew she was the sole successor of the demonic sect "Meiying Sect." When she first entered the martial arts world, she used the alias Nie Xiaomei and worked as a female thief for a few days. That's when she met Song Ruohua, the immortal incarnation of the "Xijianzhai" sect. Unexpectedly, Ye Mei fell in love with Song Ruohua, developing a twisted same-sex love.

Ye Mei was deeply in love with Song Ruohua, remaining devoted and willing to serve as her maid until they reached the palace. She was the one who told Li Xi the secret of his origins, though some things she herself knew were unclear.

Entrusted by Song Ruohua on her deathbed, Ye Mei stayed in the palace to care for Li Xi. When Li Xi was ten years old, he accidentally witnessed Wei Fei and Ye Mei engaging in sexual intercourse, which sparked his curiosity about men and women. He even fantasized about Ye Mei. At thirteen, he finally achieved his goal through despicable means. Ironically, the thirty-year-old Ye Mei, having experienced lovemaking with a man for the first time, became addicted and stayed with Li Xi, conquered in bed by his enormous penis and sexual prowess.

However, Ye Mei truly loved Li Xi. She had watched him grow from a newborn infant, from an innocent child to a mature and ambitious young man. She had devoted her youth to him, transferring her love for Song Ruohua to him. Since losing her virginity to Li Xi, she had not only experienced sexual pleasure but also developed an attachment to him—a submissive, possessive attachment.

Li Xi watched Ye Mei drift into a deep sleep, then got out of bed, intending to stroll through the market before heading to the brothel, where he had many things to do.

Walking along the streets of Chang'an's inner city, Li Xi looked up at the sky. It was still overcast, and judging by the time, it was around 7 AM. Feeling a bit hungry, he strolled into a teahouse called "Yipinlou," a place he frequented. The waiter was familiar with Li Xi, though unaware that this young man was the current Third Prince.

Li Xi loved wandering the streets of Chang'an because he needed to hear reports from his subordinates daily. These people were his antennae; to understand everything, he had to listen and discern personally. While others vied for the favor of powerful sects like Taoism and Buddhism, neglecting smaller ones, Li Xi was different. He cared deeply; sometimes, these smaller sects were more efficient and flexible.

Li Xi went upstairs and asked for a private room, choosing a seat by the window. He leisurely sipped tea and ate snacks. Outside, people came and went on the street. To the right of the teahouse, a group of people were watching a performance. In the center of the circle, a woman was performing "high pole balancing." She held a tall wooden pole with both hands, on which a plank was placed horizontally. A child of about ten years old was doing somersaults on the plank. The woman would sometimes lift the long pole and place it on her shoulder, sometimes on her head, and sometimes on her elbow. This dangerous and exciting performance quickly attracted a large crowd. At this moment, a young girl carrying a gong walked in a circle, asking the onlookers for tips.

Li Xi looked at the girl and saw that she had delicate features and a smiling face that made her even more beautiful. Her budding breasts were restrained by a short, tight-fitting blue dress, but they were full and proud, and her figure was slender and graceful. Li Xi sighed inwardly, thinking that she was another beauty in the making.

Just as Li Xi was engrossed in watching the exciting game, a man in blue robes silently appeared beside him. Seeing Li Xi's absorption, the man interjected, "The woman playing 'high pole' is the wife of the Palace Master of 'Zhongnan Sword Palace,' her surname is Gongsun and her given name is Liniang. The boy and girl are her son and daughter. Isn't Your Highness planning to deal with those people from Zhongnan? This is the perfect opportunity."

Li Xi didn't turn around. He knew that the newcomer was Cui Zhong, the leader of a small gang alliance in Jingzhao, known as "Blue-Eyed Beast." In terms of strength, this man was considered a first-rate expert in the martial arts world. He had unified the various small gangs in Jingzhao by force, calling himself "Jingzhao Alliance." It was Li Xi who provided him with wealth and land to help him unify the scattered forces in Jingzhao. Cui Zhong had also worked very hard for Li Xi.

Li Xi said calmly, "What I mean by 'dealing with' isn't just arresting a few people, but completely destroying that Sword Palace in Zhongnan. Don't worry about Madam Gongsun. Ideally, I should see Zhao Guizhen's furious outburst by tomorrow."

"Yes, Your Highness. I'll arrange it immediately, but I'm afraid my manpower..."

"When you arrive at the location, you'll find that you're not the only one carrying out this plan. Don't worry about manpower. Also, don't forget, you're doing this on behalf of Buddhism. Make it convincing." "

Yes, Your Highness. I know what to do." Cui Zhong turned and left.

Li Xi continued watching the three women, Gongsun and her daughter, perform their act. Looking at Madam Gongsun, she was only around thirty years old, clearly disguised, having deliberately thickened her waist, and there were traces of disguise on her face. But seeing the occasional glimpse of her forearm, so fair and delicate, and considering her daughter's beauty at such a young age, it seemed the mother wasn't far behind!

Seeing this, Li Xi picked up his tea, took a sip, and smiled mysteriously. He got up, left the private room, paid the bill, and went downstairs. He strolled leisurely towards the Jiaofangsi (Imperial Music Bureau) inside Mingde Gate.

In the blink of an eye, he arrived at the gates of the Jiaofangsi, a rather large complex. Since the reign of Emperor Xuanzong, this had been the place where the emperor kept entertainers

. Now, it had become the headquarters for the eunuchs' foreign affairs activities. Not only were there famous actors favored by the emperor, but also many young men from the Five Palaces who, under the guise of Shence Yulin Lang (Imperial Guards), committed all sorts of misdeeds. Furthermore, this was where officials and scholars secretly met and frequented brothels.

Li Xi headed directly for the "Yuqiongtai" (Jade Terrace), which housed entertainers. From afar, he heard a seductive voice calling out

, "Oh, sisters, look, isn't this Prince Ying? Why is Prince Ying only arriving now? I've missed you so much..."

Li Xi knew this voice all too well; it was Feng Yinzhi, a famous entertainer favored by Emperor Muzong. His singing skills were superb, truly masterful. However, this man, though born a man, acted like a woman, having castrated himself, spending his days among women.

Li Xi gave Feng Yinzhi a cold look, but asked, "Is Miss Pu, the Left Instructor, here?"

Feng Yinzhi hurried over to Li Xi's side, grabbed his arm, and nestled close to him, asking, "What do you need Sister Pu for? Can I help you?"

Li Xi, annoyed, flung his hand away and headed straight for the Ministry of Education's residence, much to Feng Yin's dismay as she angrily left.

Upon arriving at the Ministry of Education's quarters, Li Xi saw the Left Ministry of Education, Park Meiniang, reprimanding a girl of about fourteen or fifteen, holding a whip in her hand; the girl's body was already covered in bruises.

Li Xi gave a loud "hmm" from afar. Park Meiniang looked up and, seeing Li Xi, hurriedly stepped forward to greet him, saying sweetly, "Your Highness, what wind blew you here?" She then winked at Li Xi. Li Xi was taken aback; who had made Park Meiniang so hesitant, resorting to such flowery language even in front of him?

Park Me-niang quickly walked up to Li Xi, flicked her wrist, and a crumpled piece of paper flew into Li Xi's sleeve. Li Xi, knowing something was amiss, quickly feigned nonchalance, saying, "Instructor Park, you're disciplining your servants today, so I won't disturb you any longer. Come back tomorrow."

Park Me-niang also pretended to see him off, but as she passed through a moon gate, she secretly transmitted her voice: "The matter Your Highness instructed has been prepared. Yu Hongzhi is with me now. The other princes will know once they read the letter."

Li Xi didn't reply and walked away.

After seeing Li Xi off, Park Me-niang turned back and saw a tall, slender figure standing among the flowers. The man was dressed as a eunuch, not carrying a whisk, but standing leisurely with his hands behind his back, coldly staring at Park Me-niang.

Park Me-niang's heart leaped into her throat. She thought to herself: How could Yu Hongzhi be here? Then what happened just now… how should I deal with this…?

Chapter Ten : First Glimpse of Murderous Intent

********** ... After reading the note, Li Xi crumpled it up with both hands, turning the paper into dust. Seeing that it was still early, he strolled out of Mingde Gate and headed towards the residence of the Imperial Instructor. Yu Hongzhi stood with his hands behind his back. He had just seen Pu Meiniang following Li Xi past the Moon Gate, and knew that this subordinate he had always relied on might have sided with his disciple. Speaking of Li Xi, the Third Prince, he was quite satisfied with his martial arts talent, but he had a headache dealing with him. Powerful officials and eunuchs often said: the best master to serve is one who is weak and cowardly, seduced by sensual pleasures, so that one can maintain power and amass wealth. But this Li Xi was ruthless and cunning, yet his personality was like a hidden, sharp blade, difficult for him to control. Perhaps… “Meiniang, what was Prince Ying doing here just now? Why did he leave in such a hurry?” Yu Hongzhi asked coldly. "The prince came to see me because he has been suggesting that I capture some women who know martial arts so that he can use them for his sexual stamina, but I didn't dare to agree. Now that he has come again, I had no choice but to make excuses and send him away." As Park Meiniang answered, her heart was pounding, afraid that Yu Hongzhi would see the paper ball she had given to Li Xi. Yu Hongzhi didn't press the matter, but kept staring intently at Park Meiniang. Park Meiniang, however, knew how to avoid the main issue and asked in a low, humble voice, "Does the sect leader have something important to discuss with me?" Yu Hongzhi didn't answer directly, but smiled and asked instead, "Meiniang, how long have you been by my side?" Park Meiniang covered her mouth with her sleeve and chuckled softly, saying, "Sect leader, Meiniang joined the sect at sixteen, which means it's been twenty years. Why does the sect leader ask such questions?" Yu Hongzhi said thoughtfully, "For twenty years, we've kept a low profile, allowing the Demonic Sect to recuperate. It's a pity that of the three sects and six branches of the Demonic Sect, only the 'Evil and Strange' and 'Refining Emotion' branches remain!" "But now, our sect has penetrated deep into the core of the imperial court, and our strength is unmatched. Are we still afraid of any other sects in the martial arts world?" Park Meiniang said. Yu Hongzhi sneered, "That's how it seems on the surface, but the court isn't so simple. Various sects and factions have influence deep within the court, controlling their own territories . Currently, the various regional powers are powerful, secretly supporting figures in the martial arts world, and coveting both the court and our Demonic Sect." Park Meiniang deeply agreed, hesitating to speak. She wondered why Yu Hongzhi was discussing these things with her. At that moment, Yu Hongzhi continued, "Meiniang, your identity within the Demonic Sect is secretive, and your public persona is excellent. Now, I want you to do something for me." Park Meiniang finally understood Yu Hongzhi's purpose; no wonder he mentioned the court and the martial arts world. But she dared not delay, replying, "Sect Leader's orders, Meiniang will certainly not disappoint you." Yu Hongzhi paused before continuing, "Although Li Xi is young, he is cunning and ambitious. I want you to feign following him, secretly reporting his every move to me, and, if necessary,..." Yu Hongzhi made a beheading gesture. With a single stroke of his palm, a cluster of blooming golden chrysanthemums suddenly seemed to be drained of life, withering instantly, soon covered with a thick layer of ice, and then shattering on the ground with a crack. This was Yu Hongzhi's unique martial art—the "Nine Revolutions of the Heavenly Demon" from the "One Qi Three Transformations Nine Revolutions" technique. Park Meiniang felt a sense of relief upon hearing Yu Hongzhi's words. She and Li Xi had already been having an affair, and now, at the sect leader's request, she could openly be intimate with Li Xi. However, upon closer reflection, wasn't Yu Hongzhi testing her? If she wasn't careful, she could be in grave danger. Her mind raced, but she replied, "Yes, Your subordinate will certainly do it." Yu Hongzhi glanced at Park Meiniang a few times, chuckled, and strode away. Park Meiniang watched Yu Hongzhi's departing figure, wiped the cold sweat from her brow with her sleeve, and let out a long sigh. Park Meiniang returned to the instructor's quarters and saw the girl who had been whipped earlier still kneeling there pitifully. Her mind still unsettled, she said to the girl, "Do you know your mistake? If you dare to run away again, I'll skin you alive!" Then she shouted, "Guards, take this girl away and lock her in the dark hall." Park Meiniang paced back and forth in the room a few times before finally settling down and going to her bedroom. She carefully dressed herself, and looking at her beautiful face in the mirror, which showed no signs of age, she couldn't help but smile happily . ********** ... As soon as Li Xi entered, he bumped into a young Japanese samurai. Upon seeing Li Xi, the man immediately knelt and said, "Your Highness Prince Ying has arrived! I am so sorry I could not greet you properly!" Li Xi laughed and said, "No need, no need." Seeing that no one was around, he continued, "General Fujiwara, has the matter I entrusted to you been arranged?" Fujiwara stood up, nodded, and bowed, saying, "Your Highness's orders are all my duty. Your Highness can rest assured." Li Xi smiled and strode towards the inner hall. This Fujiwara's full name was Fujiwara Hakugoro. He was an envoy from Japan five years ago, accompanied by a group of about five hundred people, including more than three hundred monks who were determined to study Buddhism in Chang'an temples. Li Xi had met Fujiwara by chance and treated them with great kindness and friendliness, thus arranging this matter. Fujiwara was very grateful. Therefore, Li Xi specially bribed these people.

Upon entering the inner hall, Li Xi said to Fujiwara, "What you do this time must be convincing. After it's done, the women and money are yours to take."

Fujiwara bowed and agreed, but then hesitated, as if he wanted to say something but didn't. Li Xi noticed this and thought to himself, "What an insatiable creature."

Fujiwara finally mustered his courage and said, "We have been in the Great Tang Dynasty for over five years, and we long to return home day and night. However, our funds and resources are insufficient. We hope Your Highness will be understanding and arrange for our return as soon as possible."

Li Xi chuckled and said, "A small matter. I will arrange it, and I will arrange it immediately."

Fujiwara was overjoyed and kowtowed repeatedly.

Li Xi had his own private chamber in this residence, which he often used as his base for handling matters of the martial world. In addition, Li Xi also used it as a place for his secret meetings with Park Meiniang.

Because Park Meiniang was not Han Chinese, but the daughter of a former Goryeo envoy, she could openly come and go under the pretext of frequently visiting this residence to help the Goryeo delegation.

As for why Park Meiniang and Li Xi became involved, it was because of Park Meiniang's deep-seated affection for Li Xi. Ever since their accidental encounter and their lovemaking, she had felt that whenever the night was quiet and they were alone, her desire for Li Xi would spread like wildfire, uncontrollable.

However, Li Xi knew that while he cultivated the secret techniques of the Demonic Sect, he had also received the essential teachings of Pei Du's Yin-Yang Sect. Through his own exploration, he had created a new mental technique that, when used in matters of love, would produce a mutual exchange and attraction of true energy. This would make it difficult for a woman to control her burning passion when she encountered his unique true energy, leaving her no choice but to submit. He had used this method to deal with Ye'er and Park Meiniang.

After having lunch at the Zhujie Mansion, Li Xi sat quietly in his secret room. Having not slept well the previous night, he planned to take a short nap while waiting for Park Meiniang's arrival.

In a daze, Li Xi felt something warm moving around in his lower body. Then, his "Dragon King's Hammer" was instantly enveloped by a soft, moist cavity. The comfortable sensation deepened, and Li Xi sat up to see Park Meiniang kneeling between his legs, her small mouth desperately swallowing his semi-erect penis.

Seeing Li Xi awake, Park Meiniang gave him a charming smile and continued to suck and swallow his penis, her tongue circling the large glans, intensifying the stimulation, occasionally gently nibbling with her teeth.

Li Xi's penis gradually grew thicker and harder, and Park Meiniang's mouth was completely filled, making movement difficult. Seeing Park Meiniang's helplessness, Li Xi chuckled strangely, deliberately pushing his penis further into her mouth. Park Meiniang whimpered, finally unable to bear it any longer, and spat out Li Xi's penis, the huge shaft covered in glistening saliva.

Park Meiniang climbed onto the bed, her eyes burning with lust. She reached down and untied her clothes, quickly stripping naked. A mature, voluptuous body, fair and plump, was revealed before Li Xi. Full breasts, wide hips, slender legs, and jade-like arms exuded an astonishing voluptuousness. Her white, fragrant abdomen was hairless. Her swollen vulva was dripping with fluid, the labia clearly engorged and swollen, the pink flesh inside glistening with the lustful moisture.

Li Xi's hand explored Park Meiniang's vulva, his middle finger quickly plunging into the crevice and probing, streams of lustful fluid flowing down his palm. Park Meiniang desperately arched her vulva, opening her legs to meet him, letting out wanton moans.

Li Xi asked seriously, "Did you tell Wang Du the news? What did he say?"

"Ah, Your Highness... I told him to arrive at Zhongnan Mountain on time... to handle the aftermath... Oh, he... he agreed to follow the plan." "

Also, what did Zhao Guizhen say to Wang Du? Did he tell you?"

"Oh... he said... he said, and Meiniang knows too. It's all obvious, but Zhao Guizhen... ah... he's very attentive to you, Your Highness."

Li Xi groaned, suddenly pulling his digging hand away. Park Meiniang hurriedly leaned in, lifting her buttocks to take Li Xi's penis into her itchy vagina, and began to move it around.

Li Xi played with Park Meiniang's large breasts, pinching and squeezing them until they deformed in his hands, the purple nipples seemingly about to burst open.

Li Xi asked again, "Did the people you arranged find out why Lady Gongsun from Zhongnan came to the capital?"

Park Meiniang was in the throes of passion and could only nod. Her mouth opened and closed but she made no sound because the penis was touching her clitoris, making her feel numb and unbearable. She felt like she was about to fly to heaven.

Li Xi hurriedly withdrew his penis. Park Meiniang, looking extremely anxious, thrust her vulva forward in pursuit. Li Xi left the tip of his penis lodged at the entrance of her vagina, refusing to withdraw further, while forcefully pinching Park Meiniang's nipple. Park Meiniang regained her senses and remembered to answer Li Xi's question, saying coquettishly, "Your Highness, you really know how to torment me!" She then continued, "It's quite ridiculous why Gongsun Liniang came to the capital. It seems she had a falling out with Wei Jiannan from Zhongnan and ran away from home. She comes from a family of entertainers in Chang'an, and upon arriving in the capital, she started doing what she's supposed to do."

Li Xi found this indeed laughable. Wei Jiannan of the Zhongnan Sword Palace was from a branch of the Taoist "Sword Immortal Sect," known for his bad temper. It was rumored that he and his wife were very estranged, and it seemed to be true. However, Gongsun Liniang's arrival in the capital with her two children was definitely not that simple.

As they spoke, Li Xi took the initiative, thrusting his "Dragon King Hammer" swiftly to the very end. Park Meiniang gasped, but then had no chance to shut up. Li Xi's movements were like a machine; the continuous thrusting of his penis caused Park Meiniang to moan incessantly. After about half an incense stick's time, Park Meiniang finally collapsed, limp beneath Li Xi, her eyes rolling back, barely breathing, on the verge of fainting.

Li Xi ignored her, turning Park Meiniang's body over so she was face down on the bed, her large buttocks raised. He smeared some of Park Meiniang's vaginal fluid on her anus with his hand, then inserted his finger to lubricate it.

At this moment, Park Meiniang twisted her buttocks and even let out a few comfortable moans. Suddenly, she felt a large object forcefully inserted into her. Park Meiniang cried out in pain, "Your Highness, no!" But the object had already begun to move back and forth, and her anus, even more sensitive than her vagina, burned with pain. Park Meiniang hurriedly tried to break free, but Li Xi held her buttocks down, and she couldn't escape no matter what. She could only desperately endure it, but after a while, waves of even stronger tingling sensations overcame the pain, bringing her even greater pleasure.

Li Xi said as he continued, "Tonight, you're in charge of capturing that Lady Gongsun for me. I have a very important use for her, so be careful to keep everything secret."

Park Meiniang responded with a wanton cry, her words incoherent, "This...I...ah...I know...ah...I...understand!" As soon as she finished speaking, she gushed out again, her vaginal fluids flowing out like a stream!

Li Xi thrust in and out hundreds more times, then pulled out his penis, came to Meiniang's face, and ejaculated, splashing his semen all over her face, before finally finishing.

Park Meiniang stretched out her tongue, licking the semen from her lips, while smearing the thick semen all over her face with her hands, and applying it to her breasts and lower abdomen...

Chapter Eleven: The Change in Zhongnan As

night fell

, dozens of dark figures rapidly approached the walls of the Zhongnan Sword Palace. Several disciples patrolling the palace were easily knocked to the ground before they could even raise the alarm. These people quickly leaped over the walls and scattered towards the various houses of the Sword Palace. Then, bowstrings twanged, and clusters of arrows with flaming light shot into the roofs, doors, and windows of the various houses. In the blink of an eye, the fire spread, and the people inside the houses awoke from their sleep and fled in panic. But an even more merciless rain of arrows came crashing down on them. Several people with slightly weaker martial arts skills were immediately turned into hedgehogs.

A series of pitiful screams rose and fell. The disciples of the Sword Palace, barely recovering from the initial volley of arrows, grabbed their swords and charged at the black-clad men who had fired them. But another, even denser volley of arrows followed. They parried the arrows, shouting that they were under attack, and frantically tried to rush forward. Unfortunately, few could dodge the dense barrage; many were struck and fell dead.

Wei Jiannan, who had just fallen asleep, was awakened by the screams outside his door. Seeing his bedroom engulfed in flames, he quickly grabbed his sword, bursting through the roof. Before he even landed, several powerful arrows were shot at him. Wei Jiannan deflected the arrows with his sword, surveying the Sword Palace. Everything around him was engulfed in flames. His disciples fought back fiercely, but more than half had been killed or wounded. He roared to the sky in fury and charged at the black-clad men who had fired the arrows.

After slaying a man in black with his sword, Wei Jiannan roared, "Sword Palace disciples, listen up! Charge out of the Sword Palace immediately! Don't fight to the death!" He then swung his sword again, killing a man in black who had fired an arrow. But as he prepared to strike another man with lightning speed, a bald monk blocked his sword with a dagger. The monk's blow was incredibly heavy, clearly demonstrating profound skill. Wei Jiannan unleashed his "Immortal Slaying Sword" technique to fight him.

After exchanging more than ten blows, the monk suddenly changed his style, unleashing a wide-ranging, sweeping sword technique. Wei Jiannan immediately recognized it as the "Flame Blade" of the Tantric sect. He realized: the Buddhist sect had finally made its move. It seemed his chances of survival were slim. Was the Zhongnan Sect truly going to be destroyed in his hands?

Wei Jiannan snorted coldly, his sword suddenly moving nimbly, unleashing a dense web of moves as he attacked and retreated. Suddenly, the monk shouted "Break!" His blade moved like thunder, yet without a sound of wind or whistling. Wei Jiannan felt a scorching wave of energy rush towards him. He clenched his sword, gritted his teeth, and channeled his "Three Pure Ones' Power" to meet the attack. But the moment the swords clashed, the scorching energy suddenly transformed into a chilling, thread-like force that invaded his meridians.

"Ah, the Demonic Sect!" Wei Jiannan cried out, recognizing the monk's strange martial arts, and retreated rapidly. But it was too late; the icy energy had already reached his internal organs, rapidly damaging them. "Ugh!" He spat out a mouthful of blood, which immediately froze into red ice. Wei Jiannan forcefully gathered his

inner energy and flew away from the Sword Palace. The monk didn't pursue him; he too had been injured by Wei Jiannan's power and was hurriedly trying to recover. But he ordered his men to shout, "Don't let a single one escape! Kill them all!"

Wei Jiannan had just landed outside the Sword Palace wall when he suddenly felt a chilling sword aura lock his vital points, rendering him completely immobile. Wei Jiannan sighed and asked, "Your sword aura is unusual, unlike that of the Demonic Sect. How could you collude with them to destroy my Zhongnan Sect?"

A delicate voice behind him replied, "Palace Master Wei, I never said I came with the Demonic Sect. Our purpose is the same: to ensure you don't see the sun tomorrow."

Wei Jiannan knew escape was impossible, but he preferred a desperate struggle to being a lamb to the slaughter. He flipped his sword back, sending it flying forward. However, before he even landed, he felt a sharp pain in his chest and looked down to see a sword tip piercing through his chest.

"Ah, what a 'sword that never returns'! I never imagined it was... a successor of the Sword Washing Sect!" Wei Jiannan only realized at the moment of his death that he had died under the Sword Washing Sect's "Sword of No Return."

The carnage within the Sword Palace had ceased, leaving only the crackling of flames. The men in black, carrying the corpses of their companions, swiftly retreated.

But as soon as they stepped outside the walls of the Sword Palace, torches lit up the surrounding woods, and a large number of golden-armored warriors, bows drawn and swords unsheathed, emerged from the forest. Leading them was a middle-aged man in a scholar's robe, followed by three burly men in black.

The men in black who had just attacked the Zhongnan Sword Palace were greatly alarmed upon seeing the leader; they never expected Wang Du, a successor of the Daoist sect and Vice Minister of the Ministry of Justice, to appear at this time. It turned out that the monk who had led the attack had stepped forward and given a signal: "A dark night for murder." He looked up, awaiting Wang Du's reaction.

Wang Du chuckled: "A good dark night for murder, a windy day for arson. Seize these thugs! Anyone who resists, kill!"

The monk's expression changed drastically, shouting, "You are Prince Ying…"

But before he could finish speaking, one of the mysterious men in black behind him chopped off his head with a single blow. Then, the black-clad men who had been besieging the Sword Palace suddenly split into two groups. One group mercilessly slaughtered their unprepared comrades.

Some, seeing the tide turning against them, hurriedly tried to flee, but the golden-armored warriors' arrows mercilessly pierced their backs. This continued until all the resisting black-clad men were killed.

The black-clad man who had just killed the bald monk ripped off his mask; this man was none other than "Blue-Eyed Beast" Cui Zhong. Wang Du raised his hand, signaling the golden-armored warriors to make way. Blue-Eyed Beast Cui Zhong clasped his hands in a salute and led the remaining black-clad men away.

Wang Du ordered the murder scene to be cleaned up, and those still alive to be stabbed again.

Once the scene was mostly cleaned up, Wang Du dismounted and personally examined one of the dead men. He pulled off the hood and found that it was indeed a monk, nodding in satisfaction.

Wang Du then sent someone with a longsword to stab the dead black-clad man diagonally in the left chest before leaving. Not long after Wang Du left, a woman in black emerged from the woods, carrying a package soaked in blood, dripping with it. She observed carefully for a moment before hurrying away.

************

In a dark room of the Jiaofangsi (a government-run entertainment institution), Li Xi sat upright in a comfortable armchair, peering through a fist-sized hole at the front of him into the adjacent secret room

. A naked female body squatted between her legs, her head bobbing as she diligently licked and sucked Li Xi's penis. The adjacent secret room was large, filled with various instruments of torture. On the wall opposite Li Xi's room were twelve iron rings, each holding one of three people, their hands and feet spread wide and locked into a ring.

Locked in the center was a woman in her thirties, glaring angrily at the three interrogators standing before her. To her left was a girl of about fourteen or fifteen, her eyes filled with panic and fear; to her other side was a boy of about ten, his small eyes wide and fierce as he stared at the villains before him. These three were the Gongsun Liniang and her two children that Li Xi had seen on the streets of Chang'an.

The three interrogators were all monks. One was handsome and young, with the appearance of a highly virtuous monk; another was a fat, middle-aged monk who looked like an angry Vajra; and the last was a short, wretched old monk.

At this moment, the angry Vajra-like middle-aged monk spoke up, saying, "Madam Gongsun, you'd better tell us the purpose of your trip to Chang'an, lest you suffer!"

Gongsun Liniang spat and turned her head away, ignoring him. But the lewd old monk stepped forward, grabbed Gongsun Liniang's chin, and forcefully turned her face towards him, saying in a shrill voice, "You good-for-nothing, let's see how this old monk deals with you!" He then began to undress her.

Gongsun Liniang tried to struggle but was powerless. She opened her mouth to bite her tongue and commit suicide, but the old monk moved with lightning speed, dislocating her jaw. Despair filled Gongsun Liniang's eyes.

The old monk quickly unbuttoned Gongsun Liniang's bodice, revealing a pale white undergarment, her full breasts standing erect as if about to burst forth. The old monk exclaimed in admiration and continued to remove Liniang's lower garments, the skirt falling just above her ankles, a pair of trousers binding her plump legs. The old monk began to caress Liniang's breasts and thighs through her clothes, but did not rush to undress her completely. Tears began to stream down Liniang's face, while her two children cried out.

"No, stop!"

"You beast, you bald monk!"

The old monk laughed and walked up to the little boy. The boy spat on the old monk.

The old monk's expression changed, and he slapped the little boy across the face, drawing blood instantly. His face swelled up quickly.

Seeing her son being beaten, Li Niang, though unable to speak, was filled with anger and kept whimpering.

The middle-aged fat monk chuckled evilly and said, "Madam Gongsun, you'd better speak, or your children will suffer!"

Gongsun Li Niang still glared fiercely at the three monks, and the old monk slapped the little boy again. The little boy groaned in pain. Li Niang looked at her son with pity, but turned her head to glare at the old monk, as if she wished her gaze could turn into a sharp sword and pierce the old monk a thousand or eight hundred times.

The old monk grinned maliciously, then turned to Li Niang's side and tore open her undergarment and bra, revealing two large, white breasts that rose and fell with Li Niang's rapid breathing. The old monk pinched Li Niang's nipples hard with two fingers, and Li Niang broke out in a cold sweat from the pain. But Li Niang still did not give in.

The old monk grew enraged and ripped open Li Niang's lower garment again. The fabric flew apart, revealing her two fair thighs and her plump, white abdomen. Now, Li Niang was only wearing tight underpants that barely covered her hips and private parts. Li Niang tried desperately to clench her thighs, but her legs were locked to wide-open iron rings, making it impossible.

At this moment, the middle-aged fat monk also revealed a lewd smile, striding towards Li Niang's daughter. His large hands quickly tore off the girl's outer garment, and he began to knead her delicate breasts through the fabric. The girl screamed in terror.

The fat monk was about to tear the girl's lower garment further when suddenly a cold voice entered his ears: "Stop!" The fat monk flinched, released the girl, but turned to Li Niang, saying, "Will you talk or not? Don't ruin your children for a little secret!"

Gongsun Li Niang's spirit wavered; she began to yield. When the fat monk reached out and pressed his large hand against the girl's breasts again, she finally completely submitted.

Gongsun Liniang began nodding, nodding frantically. The young monk silently stepped forward and closed Liniang's chin.

"Ugh, you beasts, what kind of Buddhist disciples are you? Bah!"

The middle-aged fat monk ignored him and said, "Enough with the idle talk, just explain your purpose in coming to Chang'an!"

Liniang snorted, but forced by circumstances, she had no choice but to explain her purpose in coming to the capital.

Beside her, Li Xi, who was performing oral sex on himself, transmitted his voice to the woman: "Meiniang, it seems this Lady Gongsun is quite easy to deal with!" In the darkness, Park Meiniang spat out the penis in her mouth and looked up, saying, "Perhaps she really came to Chang'an out of spite!"

Li Xi chuckled, "Let's see what she says!"

Park Meiniang then turned her back, so that her buttocks faced Li Xi, and lay on the ground, one hand guiding Li Xi's penis into her wet vagina. She began to slowly move back and forth, and Li Xi ignored her, listening carefully to Gongsun Liniang's answer.

Chapter Twelve: Rescuing the Beauty and Seizing Her Body.

Forced into a corner, Gongsun Liniang began to reveal her secret purpose for

coming to Chang'an to the three monks. "I was born into a family of entertainers in Chang'an, but Wei Jiannan took a liking to me and forcibly took me to be his wife. Although we had two children, I had no feelings for him whatsoever. This time, I came to the capital secretly because I couldn't tolerate him anymore, intending never to see him again. That's my purpose in coming to Chang'an. Please release us! I know there are grudges between the Buddhist and Taoist sects, but don't involve innocent people."

Hearing Liniang's words, the old monk sneered, "Do you think we're three-year-olds to be fooled? You'd better

tell us the truth now, or else… hehe!" Halfway through his sentence, the old monk reached for Liniang's only covering—her underpants.

Li Niang, enraged, shouted, "Believe it or not, I'm telling the truth! What more do you want from me?"

At this moment, the handsome young monk said, "Madam, as far as I know, you secretly came to Chang'an behind Wei Jiannan's back. In Chang'an, you've been searching for someone. Who are you looking for?"

Knowing she couldn't hide it any longer, Li Niang stammered, "I...I'm looking for an old friend. He's just a wandering entertainer, and has nothing to do with your Buddhist sect!"

"It seems you're deliberately going against us. Then let me show you the consequences of opposing us. Taste my 'Joyful Skill,' and I'll make you tell me yourself...haha...haha..." the lewd old monk said.

He then took out a jade bottle from his robes and poured out a pale green pill the size of a longan. He stepped forward, pried open Gongsun Li Niang's teeth with his left hand, and stuffed the pill into her mouth. Li Niang tried desperately to spit out the pill, but it had already dissolved into saliva and immediately went down her throat.

The old monk then walked up to Li Niang's son and said in a sinister voice, "Boy, who are you looking for in Chang'an? Are you looking for your bastard father?"

"Bah! I'm looking for your grandfather! Release me now, and if you've got the guts, fight me!" The child was quite defiant. A vicious glint appeared in the old monk's eyes. He turned and went to a large, burning charcoal stove, picked up a pair of red-hot tongs, and approached the child.

At this moment, Li Niang screamed in terror, "Don't hurt my children!"

The fat monk stepped forward and grabbed Li Niang's hair, saying fiercely, "You'd better mind your own business and tell me why you've come to Chang'an!"

Li Niang's chin was pulled, and she helplessly lifted it, closing her eyes in pain. Two lines of tears streamed down her cheeks again. She said, "Release my children, and I'll tell you everything I know!"

But the old monk chuckled sinisterly and grabbed Li Niang's son's genitals with a forceful pull.

"Ah!" A shrill scream rang out, the child's body trembled violently, and after a few more twists, he fainted. The old monk's eyes gleamed with cruel malice. With another yank, the child screamed again. The old monk had ripped the child's genitals off alive, blood splattering everywhere. He pressed the red-hot tongs against the wound.

"Sizzle!" Instantly, smoke billowed from the seared area, filling the air with the stench of burning flesh. The little boy's piercing screams rose and fell: "Mama...Mother...Ah...!" His body convulsed violently, his face contorted in agony, cold sweat pouring down his face.

Seeing this, Li Xi's eyes flickered. He violently grabbed Mei Niang's waist and began thrusting rapidly. Li Niang lay on the ground, desperately trying to meet his thrusts. The intense pleasure made her want to scream, but she had to suppress it. She felt as if she were suffocating in a vat of boiling water. She could only helplessly shake her head, emitting weak, nasal moans.

Inside the torture chamber...

Seeing all this, Li Niang nearly went mad, twisting her body violently and crying out, "Stop! You beasts!

You beasts!" But no matter what she did, she couldn't break free of the iron rings. Instead, her almost naked body, under the fat monk's grasp, seemed to be actively yielding, making the fat monk shout with pleasure. Finally, Li Niang couldn't bear the shock and fainted.

The old monk finished castrating the child, chuckling as he walked to Li Niang's side, ripping off her underpants, revealing her plump vulva. The old monk clicked his tongue in admiration, squatted down, and began to fondle her. Li Niang's daughter seemed terrified, her empty eyes staring blankly at the old monk's actions.

The drug's effects began to violently assault Li Niang's nerves. She slowly awoke, desperately trying to maintain a semblance of consciousness. The old monk's vigorous stimulation of her genitals with his fingers gave her pleasure, and a ridiculous lust rose within her. This was unbearable for her; she gritted her teeth and tried her best to endure it. But her body continued to tremble, and her legs began to twist…

At this moment, the handsome monk chanted a Buddhist prayer and said, “Madam, who asked you to remain silent at this critical moment? Now that you’ve taken the ‘Soul-Stealing Pill,’ you’ll have to speak, even if you didn’t want to. As for your children, they will suffer because of you. Do you think we’ll leave any future trouble?” The handsome monk spoke softly and slowly, without a trace of anger, yet it created a chilling atmosphere. Li Niang could no longer control herself; her consciousness began to slip away little by little. As the monk’s words entered her ears, her mental defenses finally collapsed.

“Madam, who did you come to Chang’an to see, and what is your purpose?” The handsome monk’s voice was calm but possessed an irresistible magic. Even Li Xi, who was spying from the secret room, couldn’t help but admire it. The Buddhist “chanting” had a powerful control over one’s mental strength, and with the added effect of the Soul-Stealing Pill, Li Niang probably couldn’t resist anymore.

“I’m looking for… my younger brother. I need to give him a book,” Li Niang answered involuntarily. "Ah, I must give him the Daoist secret book, the Crimson...Crimson Phoenix Marrow...so he can avenge my entire family!" Under the old monk's skillful manipulation, Li Niang began to react strongly, her desire intensifying. Her lower body became moist, her labia swollen and engorged, and her clitoris hardened.

The old monk chuckled, withdrew his finger, and began to lick it. Gongsun Li Niang was overwhelmed by pleasure, moaning ecstatically, no longer the virtuous woman she had been moments before.

The handsome monk, slightly startled by Li Niang's words, continued, "Where did the book come from? Where is it now?"

"Um... I got the book from Wei Jiannan, and now... it's... in my... anus." Li Niang said shamelessly, bringing her vulva close to the old monk's mouth.

The old monk paused, then quickly stopped violating Li Niang's vulva. He spread her large buttocks apart with both hands, and with one hand, he touched her anus, inserting his middle finger. Li Niang cried out in pain, but her vulva began to contract and release gushing fluids; she had reached orgasm.

The old monk lowered his lips and sucked hard, causing Li Niang to cry out loudly. He probed deeper with his middle finger inserted into Li Niang's anus, and sure enough, something soft and silky blocked his finger. The old monk immediately pushed his index finger into Li Niang's anus, clamping the silky object between his two fingers and pulling it out. Li Niang let out a joyful "oh!" and erupted in another climax, her body convulsing as copious amounts of vaginal fluid gushed from her honeyed orifice, dripping onto the floor...

In the next room, Park Meiniang was also brought to orgasm by Li Xi at that moment. Li Xi pulled out his "Dragon King's Hammer" and asked telepathically, "Are the men ready?" Meiniang nodded in reply, turned around, and used her mouth to clean the filth off Li Xi's penis. Li Xi pinched her large breasts, patted her head, and withdrew. Meiniang obediently helped him put on his pants. She quickly dressed in her palace attire, and the two quietly left the secret room.

The old monk opened the silk cloth he had taken from Li Niang's anus, and saw tiny characters embroidered on it, the first three characters being "Red Phoenix Marrow," which greatly pleased him. Releasing Li Niang, he beckoned to the other two monks, "Come quickly, it really is 'Red Phoenix Marrow'."

The fat monk and the handsome young monk hurried closer to examine it, and the three of them exclaimed in amazement. At this moment, Li Niang finally woke up from her climax. The release of her sexual desire had reduced the effects of the drug, and she regained a sliver of clarity. Seeing that her precious book had been taken away and that she had lost her virginity, she couldn't help but sigh to the heavens, "Heavens, why are you so cruel to Li Niang? You are truly blind! Father, Mother, and all the uncles, aunts, brothers, and sisters who have suffered, Li Niang has no hope of revenge, so I will go with you!" After saying this, she tried to bite her tongue and commit suicide.

Suddenly, someone sneered in her ear: "Hmph, you've endured over a decade of humiliation, what's a moment's suffering?

If you want revenge, you must pay the price!"

Startled, Li Niang realized someone was nearby, and a glimmer of hope ignited within her. She cried out pitifully, "Whoever saves Li Niang and allows her to avenge herself, Li Niang will repay a hundredfold!"

The person replied, "Fine, I'll save you. We'll see how you repay my kindness later!" Just then, the door to the torture chamber collapsed with a crash, and a young man entered, dressed in a python robe and a golden crown. Li Niang was immediately disappointed to see a young man, but the three monks who had been vying to see the 'Crimson Phoenix Marrow' book were visibly shocked.

The young man strode up to Li Niang, looked her up and down, and lightly touched her breast. Suddenly, he appeared beside the three monks, and without any apparent move, three loud thuds—thud, thud, and splatter—were heard, and the three monks were thrown to the ground.

Li Niang stared at the three monks in astonishment, thinking: How can this young man be so strange, and so skilled in martial arts? Those three evil monks, each a first-rate fighter, were so easily subdued. She tried to speak, but found herself completely paralyzed, unable to even utter a sound. She immediately realized the young man had used a strange poison, rendering her incapable of movement.

The young man walked up to Li Niang, his gaze lingering on her with lustful intent. Suddenly, he asked, "Didn't you say you'd repay whoever saved you a hundredfold? Now that I've saved you, how will you repay me?" With that, the young man began to fondle Li Niang's ample breasts. The strange sensation immediately sent shivers down Li Niang's spine. The young man's hands seemed to caress her heart, a tingling, ticklish sensation spreading throughout her body. Suddenly, Li Niang heard herself moan, a sound brimming with desire. She startled herself, thinking: How could I make a sound? How could I moan like that!

The young man chuckled and said, "My beauties, let's go back to the manor and enjoy our time together!" He clapped his hands, and several masked men in black quickly untied Li Niang and her two daughters, carrying them away. Li Xi picked up the 'Crimson Phoenix Marrow' from the ground, glanced at the three monks, and chuckled, "Your mission is complete; you can return to your Fusang in peace now." He then raised his hand, and three palm strikes, like lightning, pressed down on the three monks!

The three monks on the ground suddenly leaped up, preparing to dodge, but a barely perceptible smile appeared on Li Xi's lips. The palm strikes vanished, but the three seemingly tangible internal forces accelerated. With three loud thuds, the three monks coughed up blood and fell to the ground. The young man didn't attack again, but simply turned and walked towards the door.

However, the three monks on the ground were each suffering immense damage from the boy's latent energy. The energy was not sharp, but it penetrated into their meridians, shattering every inch of their meridian tissues. It spread outward from the wounds. The three monks desperately resisted, but they could not counteract this corrosive energy at all. In just a moment, all three monks' meridians and bones were shattered, and they died a violent death.

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