[Fantasy] The New Legend of the Condor Heroes (Complete) - 22-24

Chapter 76

After their passionate encounter, the two dressed. Yin Susu gently kissed Zhang Wuji's forehead and said with a smile, "Wuji, hurry to your aunt's. Tonight is a chance, don't miss it..." She chuckled softly. Seeing this, Zhang Wuji caressed Yin Susu's body for a while, making her blush and pant. Yin Susu twisted her body away from Zhang Wuji's embrace and said reproachfully, "Go quickly, don't keep her waiting. I'll sleep with Pan'er tonight." She turned and walked towards Zhang Pan'er's bedroom.

Zhang Wuji watched Yin Susu enter the room before straightening his disheveled clothes. He went to what used to be Yin Susu's room, now occupied by his aunt Zhou Yunyao. Zhang Wuji was about to knock when he discovered the door wasn't locked. The moment his hand touched the door, it opened with a click.

"Ah..." Hearing the sound, Zhou Yunyao gasped softly and jumped up. Zhang Wuji pushed open the door and entered. He saw Zhou Yunyao standing by the bed, her pretty face flushed, her hair slightly disheveled, and her clothes wrinkled. Her small mouth was open, and she was breathing softly. Her proud breasts heaved rapidly. Her almond-shaped eyes met Zhang Wuji's gaze, then quickly looked away, her eyes brimming with a hazy, dreamy look.

Zhang Wuji knew exactly what was wrong with Zhou Yunyao. After all, she had witnessed a live sex act, and her own physical needs had aroused her. Zhang Wuji's presence made her feel guilty, and she dared not look at him. Her heart pounded wildly, and she was somewhat flustered.

"Aunt..." Zhang Wuji called softly.

"Ah..." Zhou Yunyao gasped in panic, her hands moving unsure of what to do. She hastily tucked her disheveled hair behind her ear and quickly smoothed out the wrinkles in her clothes.

Zhang Wuji stared directly at Zhou Yunyao, slowly approaching her. He could hear her rapid breathing. Seeing him draw near, Zhou Yunyao felt even more flustered and at a loss. Her almond-shaped eyes glanced at him before quickly looking away, a blush spreading across her face to her ears and neck.

"Ah... Wuji..." Seeing Zhang Wuji just a step away, Zhou Yunyao's heart pounded, her mind a blur, and she murmured softly.

Zhang Wuji was now very close to Zhou Yunyao; the fragrance of her delicate lips brushed against his face. Looking at Zhou Yunyao's charming, flushed face, her hazy, evasive almond-shaped eyes, and her red, glistening lips, Zhang Wuji gently lifted her delicate chin with his right hand.

"Mmm..." Zhou Yunyao hummed softly, closing her eyes. The alluring atmosphere made her even more confused, her mind blank, filled only with nervousness, shyness, and a strange flutter in her heart.

Zhang Wuji's lips slowly approached Zhou Yunyao's cherry lips. Feeling Zhang Wuji's increasingly close breath, Zhou Yunyao's delicate body trembled slightly, her thin lips parted gently, sweet breath escaping from her small mouth, her pretty face showing a nervous and shy expression, exceptionally alluring.

"Mmm..." When their lips met, Zhou Yunyao let out a soft moan, her delicate body going limp in Zhang Wuji's arms. The electric current that surged through her lips made her brain explode with a "boom," as if her soul had left her body, light and airy, as if floating on clouds, her jade hands unconsciously climbing up Zhang Wuji's waist.

Zhang Wuji gently held Zhou Yunyao's soft, thin lips, his tongue forcefully parting her teeth and entering her mouth, hooking and sucking her slippery tongue.

"Mmm..." Zhou Yunyao's eyelashes trembled slightly, her jade hands tightening their grip on Zhang Wuji, her fingers gripping and releasing his clothes at the waist.

Zhang Wuji continued to tease Zhou Yunyao's slippery tongue, his lips greedily sucking on her tender lips, and Zhou Yunyao passionately responded to Zhang Wuji's kisses. Zhang Wuji held Zhou Yunyao's slender, soft waist with one hand, his palm gently sliding and rubbing against it, while his other hand quietly untied her sash, lifted her clothes, and climbed up her proud breasts through her bodice.

"Mmm..." Zhou Yunyao's body trembled, she opened her eyes, a trace of panic, tension, and shame flashing in them, she abruptly pushed Zhang Wuji away, but her body was unsteady, and she sat down on the bed, panting heavily.

“Aunt…” Zhang Wuji continued to press closer to Zhou Yunyao, calling out.

“Don’t come any closer…” Zhou Yunyao gasped, her cheeks flushed, her hair slightly disheveled, her clothes pulled open, revealing an embroidered green bodice covering her proud breasts, which rose and fell with her rapid breathing.

Zhang Wuji placed his hands on either side of Zhou Yunyao’s breasts, bracing himself on the bed, leaning forward, his eyes burning as he stared at her. “Mmm…” Zhou Yunyao’s eyes darted around, her voice low and seductive; “Wuji… mmm… no… I…”

Zhang Wuji’s head slowly moved closer to hers, “No…” Zhou Yunyao cried out softly, her jade hands bracing against Zhang Wuji’s chest, as she leaned back.

Zhang Wuji slowly approached Zhou Yunyao, who leaned back until she lay completely on the bed, Zhang Wuji pressing down on her. However, Zhou Yunyao braced herself against Zhang Wuji's chest, preventing him from getting closer, and murmured softly, "No...no..."

In truth, Zhou Yunyao didn't know what she was saying; she was subconsciously resisting. Her thoughts were a jumbled mess, unsure whether to accept Zhang Wuji or resist. Her actions now seemed more like a feigned resistance.

"Ah...Wuji...no..." For some reason, a glimmer of clarity returned to Zhou Yunyao's eyes as she looked at Zhang Wuji, panting softly.

Zhang Wuji ignored her words and continued to kiss her lips. "No..." Zhou Yunyao pushed him away forcefully, her expression resolute. Zhang Wuji looked at Zhou Yunyao with some surprise, seeing the dazed look in her eyes disappear and return to clarity.

Seeing Zhang Wuji stop, Zhou Yunyao breathed a sigh of relief and said somewhat awkwardly, "Wuji, we can't...you...get up..." A blush flashed across her pretty face as she finished speaking. She had also realized her and Zhang Wuji's position, and more importantly, her clothes had been lifted.

Hearing this, Zhang Wuji chuckled mischievously and blew on Zhou Yunyao, saying, "Aunt, how was the view outside?"

"Ah..." Zhou Yunyao gasped, her pretty face flushed with embarrassment. Her mind raced, and the thought kept running through her head: she'd been caught peeping by her nephew—how mortifying!

Actually, Zhang Wuji had noticed Zhou Yunyao the moment she appeared, but he hadn't disturbed her. Instead, he had made his and Yin Susu's actions even more obvious to Zhou Yunyao. Soon after, Yin Susu also noticed Zhou Yunyao. Initially, Zhou Yunyao witnessed her passionate encounter with Zhang Wuji, making her extremely shy. However, she quickly realized that she could use their lovemaking to provoke Zhou Yunyao, arousing her desire and creating an opportunity for Zhang Wuji. So, her body responded enthusiastically to Zhang Wuji's actions.

It must be said that Zhang Wuji and Yin Susu's plan was sound; their intense passion did indeed stir Zhou Yunyao's desire, causing her to become somewhat aroused. This led to Zhang Wuji easily conquering Zhou Yunyao's lips when he entered the room. Now, after Zhang Wuji exposed her spying, Zhou Yunyao was even more shy and flustered.

Zhang Wuji smiled slightly and quickly kissed her lips. Amidst Zhou Yunyao's soft whispers, he slipped his tongue into her mouth. "Mmm, no..." Zhou Yunyao twisted her body in resistance, but her movements were weak and feeble. Her words, blocked by his lips, turned into soft moans.

At this moment, Zhou Yunyao's initial resolute resistance weakened after Zhang Wuji discovered her spying, and she was easily subdued once again. Zhang Wuji gently licked and sucked her lips, then pressed her down onto the bed.

"Mmm..." Zhou Yunyao gently pushed against Zhang Wuji with her delicate hands, panting heavily.

Zhang Wuji's tongue gently pressed against Zhou Yunyao's teeth, soon prying them open, and his tongue immediately entered her mouth, hooking onto her fragrant tongue, engaging in a fierce entanglement.

"Mmm...mmm..." Zhou Yunyao continued to pant and moan, her head slightly twisting as she tried to escape Zhang Wuji's kisses, but her body was firmly controlled by him.

Zhang Wuji pressed down on Zhou Yunyao's delicate body with his left hand, while his right hand quickly untied her belt, lifted her slightly disheveled clothes, and slid his palm inside her bodice, grasping the lower part of her full, perky breasts and kneading them gently.

"Mmm...no...Wuji...no..." Zhou Yunyao abruptly pulled away from Zhang Wuji's lips, panting softly.

"Aunt, I want you..." Zhang Wuji said, lowering his head to kiss Zhou Yunyao's neck forcefully, while his right hand kneaded and rubbed her full breasts.

"Mmm..." Zhou Yunyao groaned, "No...ah...mmm...mmm..." Zhou Yunyao struggled weaker and weaker, her eyes slowly becoming hazy, and her breathing becoming heavy.

Seeing this, Zhang Wuji seized the opportunity to turn her over, quickly stripping off her clothes and skirt. He then turned her body over again, and Zhou Yunyao lay naked before him, her fair skin, snow-white, full, and firm breasts, and rosy nipples standing erect. Below her flat stomach, glistening with dewdrops on her dark pubic hair, her plump labia slightly parted, revealing her bright red, moist vulva gently contracting, glistening with moisture.

"Ugh...no...wooo...don't look...ah..." Zhou Yunyao gasped, shyly covering her private parts.

Zhang Wuji quickly stripped off his own clothes, his naked body now fully exposed, his erect penis burning hot against Zhou Yunyao. Zhang Wuji forcefully pried Zhou Yunyao's hands apart and pressed them above her head. Then he lowered his head and kissed her soft, white breasts. One hand slid between her legs, his palm caressing her soft, slippery mons pubis, gently rubbing her lips.

"Mmm...ah...Wuji...no...ah...no...don't..." Zhou Yunyao struggled slightly. In truth, she already knew she couldn't escape, but her inner shame still made her struggle.

As Zhang Wuji's hands roamed freely without restraint, Zhou Yunyao felt her skin become abnormally sensitive, experiencing continuous pleasure. In particular, her full breasts swelled, and streams of vaginal fluid flowed continuously from her vagina.

This change filled Zhou Yunyao with unbearable shame. Her whole body went weak and powerless, and she could only writhe her delicate body with difficulty, pleading, "Wuji...stop...ah...uh...we can't...ah..."

"Aunt, Wuji will make you happy..." Zhang Wuji lifted himself up, spread Zhou Yunyao's fair and delicate thighs with both hands, and quickly pressed his large penis against Zhou Yunyao's already dripping vaginal opening.

"Aunt, I'm going in!" Zhang Wuji held his penis in one hand and grabbed Zhou Yunyao's thigh with the other, and in an instant, Zhang Wuji's body was pressed against Zhou Yunyao's beautiful body.

"No...Wuji...don't do this...Wuji...no...ah...no." Zhou Yunyao said breathlessly, but her languid and powerless body could not push Zhang Wuji's body away. Zhou Yunyao's naked and charming body was completely suppressed by Zhang Wuji.

"Aunt, I'm coming..." Zhang Wuji said, pressing his lips to Zhou Yunyao's, kissing her luscious red lips until she could only gasp for breath. His erect penis pressed against Zhou Yunyao's mons pubis, sending an indescribable itch through her vagina.

Zhou Yunyao was nearly collapsing, suppressing her surging desire and struggling incessantly.

When Zhang Wuji released his kiss, Zhou Yunyao was almost breathless, but he immediately shifted his focus, frantically sucking on her nipples—a rough action that brought her unprecedented stimulation and pleasure.

Zhou Yunyao's resistance gradually faded; not only was she experiencing physical pleasure, but she also felt intensely fatigued. Zhang Wuji frantically sucked on Zhou Yunyao's cherry lips and beautiful breasts, his lust reaching its peak. His enormous penis, moistened by Zhou Yunyao's love juices, smoothly rubbed against her vulva. Zhou Yunyao, unbearably itchy, felt her desire intensify, even yearning to thrust herself into him.

Seeing the unprecedentedly seductive expression on Zhou Yunyao's face, Zhang Wuji knew that although she verbally forbade it, she no longer resisted. His ecstasy was indescribable.

Zhang Wuji's penis pressed tightly against Zhou Yunyao's moist vulva, probing inwards. His large glans parted her tender lips, advancing towards her tender opening. A suction force arose within Zhou Yunyao's honeyed depths, drawing his penis even deeper.

With a powerful thrust of his hips, Zhang Wuji's thick, large penis was fully inserted into Zhou Yunyao's long-awaited, slippery vulva with a soft "plop."

Zhou Yunyao let out a groan, a sound both pleasurable and painful. She hadn't expected Zhang Wuji's penis to completely fill her vagina with room to spare, making her feel as if she were back on her wedding night, experiencing the pain of first love.

But because of its unusual length and size, it reached the very tip of her hidden core in one go, giving her an unprecedented tingling, itchy, and numbing sensation—a wondrous, exhilarating feeling that made her feel like she was floating on air, as if ascending to heaven.

At the same time, Zhang Wuji was also drawn in by the intense pleasure emanating from her penis. He felt a suction force emanating from Zhou Yunyao's vagina, tightly gripping his invading glans. The layers of tender flesh within the vaginal walls, mixed with the constantly secreted slippery fluid, squeezed and ground against his penis without any gaps. This incredibly pleasurable sensation made Zhang Wuji unable to resist thrusting his hips and swaying his buttocks, pumping in and out with great force.

Although Zhou Yunyao still felt pain, she was, after all, a mature woman who had given birth. Zhang Wuji's wild and rough actions aroused her immense pleasure, causing her to cry out in ecstasy. With each powerful thrust, Zhang Wuji's strokes struck Zhou Yunyao's sensitive and delicate clitoris with full force.

The fleshy protrusion on his glans scraped against the tender inner walls of Zhou Yunyao's vagina with each thrust. The tingling, itchy, and incredibly pleasurable sensation made Zhou Yunyao unable to resist singing wantonly. A dreamlike, intoxicating pleasure washed over her like a tidal wave. The unparalleled comfort made Zhou Yunyao unable to resist thrusting her plump, white buttocks forward, cooperating with Zhang Wuji's vigorous thrusts, arching her back wildly.

"Ah... ah... ah... so good... oh..."

Zhou Yunyao clung tightly to Zhang Wuji, her nails digging deep into his strong shoulders without her even realizing it.

Zhang Wuji's burning hot penis relentlessly thrust in and out of Zhou Yunyao's honeyed orifice, causing her to gush with lustful fluids, which flowed everywhere.

"Ah...it's coming...oh...Wuji...ah..." Zhou Yunyao cried out wildly, her delicate body trembling, a warm stream of love juice gushing from her vagina.

"Ah..." Zhou Yunyao groaned and screamed loudly, her whole body going limp on the bed, breathing heavily.

"Aunt, are you happy?" Zhang Wuji gently stroked Zhou Yunyao's pretty face, which was covered in fragrant sweat, and asked.

"Mmm..." Zhou Yunyao closed her eyes and breathed softly, not answering Zhang Wuji's question.

Zhang Wuji chuckled softly, his hands grasping and kneading Zhou Yunyao's jade breasts, while his lower body continued to thrust slowly, with each thrust of his penis, slippery fluid gushing from her vagina.

"Mmm...mmm...mmm..." Zhou Yunyao groaned softly with her eyes closed.

Zhang Wuji gradually increased his speed, and the sounds of splashing water echoed continuously from their point of contact. Zhou Yunyao felt Zhang Wuji's penis deeply inserted into her vagina, the glans now completely submerged in her uterus. The overwhelming pleasure made Zhou Yunyao involuntarily push Zhang Wuji deeper into her, desperately thrusting her lower body to collide with his large penis.

"I can't...I can't...I'm dying..." After thrusting her lower body dozens of times, Zhou Yunyao suddenly felt a strong contraction in her uterus. She released her grip and felt warm vaginal fluid gushing out from deep within her uterus.

Zhang Wuji had reached a crucial moment. His large glans, deep inside Zhou Yunyao's uterus, felt a tremor within her, followed by a powerful suction from within. Then, he felt Zhou Yunyao's vaginal fluids envelop his entire penis like a vast ocean. He felt a sharp pain in his lower back and shouted, "Aunt!" Then, his thick semen shot into Zhou Yunyao's tight vagina.

Chapter 77 Reunion with Zhu Jiuzhen

After their lovemaking, Zhang Wuji lay on top of Zhou Yunyao, looking at the panting, almond-shaped eyes half-closed, charming and shy beauty beneath him. He felt a surge of satisfaction, reaching out to gently brush her hair, which was sticky with fragrant sweat, and lightly stroking her delicate cheeks.

"Mmm..." After a long while, Zhou Yunyao let out a soft moan, opened her eyes, saw Zhang Wuji, and recalled the scene just now. Her expression changed drastically. She forcefully pushed Zhang Wuji off her, then rolled over onto the bed and began to sob.

Zhang Wuji was momentarily stunned. When he came to his senses, he saw Zhou Yunyao lying face down on the bed, sobbing softly beside him. Her long, disheveled hair clung to her smooth back, and her full, round buttocks were raised high. If it weren't for her current sorrowful tears, this posture would have already ignited Zhang Wuji's desire.

However, Zhou Yunyao wasn't seducing him, so Zhang Wuji had to suppress his burning desire. He placed his hands on Zhou Yunyao's snowy shoulders and gently turned her over. Sensing Zhang Wuji's movement, Zhou Yunyao twisted her body sharply, breaking free from his hands and lying back down on the bed. After doing this several times, Zhang Wuji chuckled, surprised that Zhou Yunyao was acting like a child.

After a few more times, Zhang Wuji knew he couldn't let Zhou Yunyao continue to be sad, otherwise she would become even more distrustful of their relationship. Zhang Wuji gripped Zhou Yunyao's snow-white shoulders tightly with both hands, and with a sudden force, he flipped her over before she could resist. Her almond-shaped eyes were tightly closed, streaked with tears, and her pretty face was filled with grievance, shame, and sorrow.

Once turned over, Zhou Yunyao struggled fiercely, wildly pounding on Zhang Wuji's body, but he let her struggle, his arms simply holding her tightly. After a long while, seeing that she couldn't break free, Zhou Yunyao calmed down, silently closing her eyes and weeping. Her once beautiful face was now streaked with tears, making her look as delicate and pitiful as a pear blossom in the rain.

Zhang Wuji felt a pang of heartache, filled with tenderness. He held her soft, delicate body tightly in his arms, kissing the tear tracks on her face. After a while, Zhou Yunyao stopped sobbing, and a slight blush appeared on her pretty face. Seeing this, Zhang Wuji smiled slightly and whispered in Zhou Yunyao's ear, "Yunyao..." To avoid upsetting her, Zhang Wuji changed his way of addressing Zhou Yunyao.

Hearing Zhang Wuji's address, Zhou Yunyao turned her head to the side, her heart filled with complex emotions, unsure how to face Zhang Wuji. She was his elder, yet they had slept together, and she felt a pang of resentment towards herself for not being firm enough, for being half-forced into possession by Zhang Wuji. After it happened, Zhou Yunyao felt no resentment towards Zhang Wuji, only self-reproach and a sense of shame about their relationship.

"Yunyao, from now on you are my wife..." Zhang Wuji said somewhat domineeringly. At this moment, he had to be assertive; if his tone were weak, it might make Zhou Yunyao even more ashamed and less likely to accept their relationship. For a woman, even if you are domineering after taking her body, although she might feel some resentment at the time, it can calm her inner turmoil and unease.

Hearing Zhang Wuji's domineering words, Zhou Yunyao's delicate body trembled. Her eyes darted quickly to him, a blush rising on her pretty face. The initial panic and embarrassment vanished instantly, replaced by a surge of shyness, nervousness, and a hint of sweetness. Zhou Yunyao twisted her body, turning her back to Zhang Wuji, inwardly scolding herself for letting her heart flutter over just a few words from him. Seeing

this, Zhang Wuji's lips curled into a slight smile. He wrapped his arms around her slender waist, whispering sweet nothings in her ear. Zhou Yunyao's face grew increasingly red, even her ears turning crimson. After a long while, unable to bear the shyness any longer, Zhou Yunyao pulled away from Zhang Wuji's embrace, wrapped the blanket around herself, and buried her face in the bed.

Seeing this, Zhang Wuji pulled back the blanket and slipped inside, embracing Zhou Yunyao from behind. Zhou Yunyao's body stiffened, but seeing that Zhang Wuji made no further moves, she softened, leaning back and closing her eyes. Seeing this, Zhang Wuji stopped teasing Zhou Yunyao. He held her soft, delicate body, inhaling her fragrance, and closed his eyes.

The next day, when Zhang Wuji opened his eyes, the beauty in his arms was gone. However, Zhang Wuji wasn't as anxious as she was, because he couldn't leave the space without her. He had no reservations about his woman, so he didn't wake up when Zhou Yunyao left. Zhang Wuji quickly dressed and left the room, only to see Yin Susu and Zhou Yunyao sitting and chatting outside.

Seeing Zhang Wuji come out, Yin Susu smiled slightly at him, while Zhou Yunyao blushed and didn't dare to look at him. "Mother, Aunt..." Zhang Wuji greeted her with a smile and sat down next to Zhou Yunyao.

Zhou Yunyao's face turned even redder, and her heart pounded. When she woke up in the morning, Zhou Yunyao didn't know how to face Zhang Wuji, so she didn't disturb him. She quietly slipped out of Zhang Wuji's arms and left the room, only to run into Yin Susu, which made her even more embarrassed. Yin Susu knew Zhou Yunyao's feelings, so she only chatted about everyday things, which relieved Zhou Yunyao. Once Zhou Yunyao relaxed, Yin Susu gently comforted her. Zhou Yunyao's heart was filled with complex emotions. On one hand, there was the relationship between the two of them. However, given the precedent of Yin Susu and Zhang Wuji, Zhou Yunyao's heart began to waver. In addition, she had already been taken by Zhang Wuji, making her even more hesitant.

"Yunyao..." Zhang Wuji grabbed Zhou Yunyao's hand, but Zhou Yunyao pulled her hand back in surprise. However, Zhang Wuji held it firmly, not just gently squeezing it. Zhou Yunyao's pretty face flushed, and she turned her head to the side. Seeing their actions, Yin Susu smiled slightly and got up to leave. Zhou Yunyao breathed a sigh of relief, but she still felt a little shy with her hand being held by Zhang Wuji.

"I love you, and you're already mine, so I won't let you leave. I'll keep you by my side and cherish you for the rest of my life..."

Hearing Zhang Wuji's domineering words, Zhou Yunyao felt a surge of joy and shyness, but she didn't object. Seeing this, Zhang Wuji knew she had basically accepted him.

In the following days, except for when he had to be outside to avoid arousing suspicion from Yin Tianzheng and the others, Zhang Wuji spent the rest of his time in his spatial dimension with the women. Zhou Yunyao, under Zhang Wuji's influence, was completely captivated.

One day, after having breakfast with Yin Tianzheng and the others, Zhang Wuji was about to return to his spatial dimension when he suddenly remembered the Nine Yang Divine Skill in Kunlun Mountain. He was currently in the mid-stage of the Void Refinement Realm, and if he practiced the Nine Yang Divine Skill again, he could probably increase his martial arts cultivation speed. Then he thought of Zhu Jiuzhen, and a thought stirred within him.

So he left the Heavenly Eagle Sect and headed towards Red Plum Manor. He had been there once before, so Zhang Wuji remembered the way. After walking for a while, he saw pavilions and houses shrouded in mist in the distance. Zhang Wuji was about to head towards the manor when he saw a girl of about seventeen or eighteen in the distance. She wore a light green dress, had delicately arched eyebrows, bright almond-shaped eyes, and skin as smooth as jade. Her thin, cherry-like lips were slightly pursed. This girl was Zhu Jiuzhen.

Upon seeing Zhu Jiuzhen, she looked up, and their eyes met. Zhu Jiuzhen was first shocked, then overjoyed, and cried out, "Zhang Wuji..." She couldn't help but burst into tears of joy. In the past few years, Zhu Jiuzhen had met Zhang Wuji, whom she secretly loved. Her initial joy was tempered by the disappearance of her father, and the fact that Zhang Wuji hadn't reached Kunlun Mountain in the following years saddened her. However, her longing for Zhang Wuji only grew stronger. Every day, she would come to the place where they first met, waiting for him, sometimes spending the entire day there. Over the years, she has changed a lot. Her heart is now focused on Zhang Wuji, which has made her lose interest in raising those hunting dogs. She only pays attention to news about Zhang Wuji. If she hears news about Zhang Wuji, she will be happy for a long time. However, if she does not hear news about Zhang Wuji, it will make her feel worried and sad.

Zhu Jiuzhen stood there, looking at Zhang Wuji with overwhelming joy, tears streaming down her face, her thin lips trembling slightly. Zhang Wuji's heart skipped a beat at the sight. He had initially disliked Zhu Jiuzhen because of the original story, but seeing her now, so deeply in love with him, he felt a surge of emotion. He reminded himself that the world of *The Heaven Sword and Dragon Saber* had changed considerably since his arrival, and he could no longer view the people of this world through the lens of the original novel.

Zhang Wuji quickly went to Zhu Jiuzhen's side. Seeing him approach, Zhu Jiuzhen hurriedly wiped away her tears with her sleeve, tilting her head up to look at him with deep affection, a happy expression appearing on her pretty face. Zhang Wuji looked back at Zhu Jiuzhen. Although she had quickly wiped away her tears, a few glistening drops remained. Seeing this, Zhang Wuji sighed inwardly, feeling even more pity for her, and reached out to stroke her cheek.

Zhu Jiuzhen blushed and shyly closed her eyes. Zhang Wuji gently stroked and wiped away the tears on her face, brushing away the teardrops from the corners of her eyes. Recalling her playful arrogance when they first met years ago, Zhang Wuji smiled softly. Hearing the sound, Zhu Jiuzhen opened her almond-shaped eyes and looked at Zhang Wuji. Seeing him smiling at her, a hint of shyness flashed in her eyes, but the joy of seeing Zhang Wuji again after years of longing made her suppress her shyness. She grasped Zhang Wuji's hand and said, "Zhang... Zhang Wuji..."

Zhang Wuji stared at Zhu Jiuzhen and said, "Call me, Wuji."

"Mmm... Wuji..." Zhu Jiuzhen said happily, "You can call me... Zhen'er..." She then glanced shyly at Zhang Wuji.

"Zhen'er..." Zhang Wuji grasped Zhu Jiuzhen's hand in return.

Zhu Jiuzhen's jade-like hand was held by Zhang Wuji, her heart filled with joy. A slight smile played on her lips as she said, "Wuji, let's go to my house..." Indeed, this wasn't a good place for a conversation, and she had so much to say to Zhang Wuji.

"Mm..." Zhang Wuji nodded, and Zhu Jiuzhen pulled him towards the manor.

Chapter 78 Snow Ridge Twin Beauties (Part 1)

Zhu Jiuzhen held Zhang Wuji's hand, her heart overflowing with joy. She glanced at Zhang Wuji's profile with tender eyes, and whenever he turned to look at her, she immediately looked away, her heart pounding.

The two didn't enter through the main gate, but instead went to the side gate. Zhu Jiuzhen was perhaps a little shy, afraid of being discovered. At the side gate, Zhu Jiuzhen looked at Zhang Wuji with some worry, afraid he would be angry, and nervously watched him. Zhang Wuji, however, didn't seem to notice anything amiss, and smiled at Zhu Jiuzhen, easing her anxiety.

Zhu Jiuzhen breathed a sigh of relief when she saw that Zhang Wuji wasn't angry. She pulled him into the manor through a side gate, trying her best to avoid the servants along the way. Finally arriving at her courtyard, she relaxed, her palms slightly damp with a fragrant sweat from holding Zhang Wuji's hand.

Although Zhu Jiuzhen liked Zhang Wuji, she was still a young girl experiencing her first love and didn't want others to discover it. Entering Zhu Jiuzhen's boudoir, they found it elegantly furnished, filled with a delicate fragrance. Zhang Wuji surveyed the room: a pink silk canopy covered the bed with embroidered silk quilts, and beside it was a dressing table with a bronze mirror, surrounded by scattered cosmetics and jewelry. Back in her

room, Zhu Jiuzhen regained her cheerful demeanor, pulling Zhang Wuji to sit on the edge of the bed. Zhang Wuji turned to look at Zhu Jiuzhen. Seeing her bright, watery eyes gazing at him with joy, his heart warmed, and he squeezed her hand tightly. Sensing Zhang Wuji's affection, Zhu Jiuzhen, emboldened by some unknown source, threw herself into his arms. Startled by her sudden movement, Zhang Wuji fell onto the bed, his hands naturally encircling her slender waist, while her soft body followed suit.

In that instant, Zhang Wuji was enveloped in her warm, fragrant embrace, face to face, their breaths almost touching. Zhu Jiuzhen's soft, fragrant body pressed against Zhang Wuji's chest, especially her full, soft breasts, which stirred a fire within him. Their

position made Zhu Jiuzhen blush, her face slowly flushing, her almond-shaped eyes becoming watery, gazing at Zhang Wuji with a shy and alluring charm. Zhang Wuji's breathing quickened slightly. He tilted his head back, and since they were already close, his movement brought his lips to the girl's delicate, soft lips.

"Mmm..." Zhu Jiuzhen's body trembled, her almond-shaped eyes widened, and a hint of shyness flashed across her face. Her pretty face turned crimson, and her body went limp, collapsing into Zhang Wuji's arms.

Zhang Wuji seized the opportunity to kiss her lips, his tongue prying open her teeth and slipping inside. "Mmm..." Zhu Jiuzhen glanced at Zhang Wuji coquettishly, then closed her eyes and responded awkwardly.

After a long while, they finally separated. Zhu Jiuzhen buried her head shyly in Zhang Wuji's chest, breathing softly. Zhang Wuji held Zhu Jiuzhen's slender waist with one hand, and lovingly stroked her smooth, black hair with the other. "Mmm..." Zhu Jiuzhen hummed softly, enjoying the moment. She shifted her body, gently nuzzling her head against Zhang Wuji's chest, murmuring softly, almost in a daze, "Wuji... um... I... miss you so much... I'm so tired..."

Hearing Zhu Jiuzhen's sorrowful and weary words, Zhang Wuji felt a surge of tenderness. He pulled her into a tighter embrace, gently patting her back with affection. Since their brief meeting a few years ago, the image of Zhang Wuji that Zhu Jiuzhen had imagined had become more vivid, and her feelings for him had become clearer. Later, the disappearances of Zhu Changling, Wei Bi, and Wu Lie filled her with worry. She had initially hoped they might be delayed by something, but after years of silence, learning they had been murdered, Zhu Jiuzhen's forced strength crumbled, overwhelmed with grief.

As for Wei Bi, Zhu Jiuzhen hadn't felt much affection for Zhang Wuji since she realized she loved him. Her father's murder left her and her mother heartbroken, forcing her to manage the manor with her frail body. Later, Wu Qingying moved to the manor, providing some companionship. Overwhelmed by grief, Zhu Jiuzhen felt helpless and her longing for Zhang Wuji intensified. Had she never met him, she wouldn't have felt such a strong desire, but after meeting him, she considered him her life's support.

However, over the years, she only occasionally heard news of Zhang Wuji, which brought her both joy and worry. She was happy to hear news of him, but worried about his safety, even though she knew he was highly skilled in martial arts. The more this happened, the more she missed Zhang Wuji. These past few years, it could be said that Zhu Jiuzhen was feigning strength, living a very tiring and difficult life.

After a while, feeling the beauty in his arms breathe steadily, Zhang Wuji looked down and saw that Zhu Jiuzhen had fallen asleep. Her pretty face held a peaceful and contented expression, and the corners of her cute mouth were slightly upturned, occasionally smacking her lips. Seeing Zhu Jiuzhen's adorable sleeping appearance, Zhang Wuji smiled gently. All the emotions he felt towards Zhu Jiuzhen because of the original story disappeared, replaced by a feeling of tenderness and affection for her. With her

soft, delicate body in his arms, Zhang Wuji was also somewhat moved, but seeing that Zhu Jiuzhen was sound asleep, he didn't want to disturb her. So he quietly held her. Originally, Zhang Wuji also wanted to rest, but he couldn't fall asleep at all. He could only hold Zhu Jiuzhen, trying to distract himself and not pay attention to the feeling in his body.

As Zhang Wuji was lost in thought, a clear voice called out from outside the door, "Sister Zhen, are you there?" Zhang Wuji was surprised to see someone, unsure whether to hide or let the person outside think no one was inside and leave. Just then, Zhu Jiuzhen, who was on top of him, was startled awake. "Ugh..." Zhu Jiuzhen groaned sleepily, opening her sleepy eyes, and said, "Wuji..."

Seeing Zhu Jiuzhen speak, Zhang Wuji knew he was in trouble. He was about to leave through the window, but Zhu Jiuzhen held him tightly. The woman outside, hearing the voices inside, spoke again, "Sister Zhen, I'm coming in..."

"Okay...okay..." Zhu Jiuzhen responded groggily, but immediately realized it was Wu Qingying's voice, and sounded anxious. Zhang Wuji sighed inwardly, knowing it was too late to hide, and decided to let her see him openly.

The door was pushed open, and a girl of about seventeen or eighteen entered. As she walked into the room, she said, "Sister Zhen... ah..." Seeing the position of Zhu Jiuzhen and Zhang Wuji on the bed, Wu Qingying gasped in shock, staring at them in disbelief.

Zhu Jiuzhen, realizing what had happened, jumped off Zhang Wuji, her face flushed, and stood by the bed, somewhat flustered and embarrassed, stammering, "Qingmei... I... I..."

Zhang Wuji, however, didn't seem to notice anything amiss. Instead, he looked at the girl with interest. Her eyebrows were like willow branches, her face like a peach blossom, her cherry lips a delicate red, and her bright, beautiful eyes were exceptionally alluring and captivating. A slender, exquisite body was encased in a long purple robe, her proud breasts prominently displayed, and her long, straight legs made her appear quite tall.

Hearing their names, Zhang Wuji knew the girl before him was undoubtedly Wu Qingying. He sized her up, and indeed, she lived up to her reputation as one of the "Twin Beauties of Snow Ridge" alongside Zhu Jiuzhen—each possessing

her own unique charm. Wu Qingying, having recovered from her daze, didn't react much to Zhang Wuji's scrutiny, but instead openly observed him. She was briefly stunned by his near-perfect appearance, but quickly recovered, her pretty face flushing slightly, though she quickly concealed it. Zhang Wuji smiled gently at this. Wu Qingying, catching his smile out of the corner of her eye, knew what was going on. A flustered feeling washed over her, she quickly turned to look at Zhu Jiuzhen, avoiding Zhang Wuji's gaze.

"Zhen... Sister Zhen..." Wu Qingying called out in a flustered voice, her heart filled with shyness.

"Ah..." Zhu Jiuzhen, startled by Wu Qingying's call, gasped softly.

Zhang Wuji almost laughed at their flustered state, but he couldn't help it, though his lips twitched slightly. The shy and flustered Zhu Jiuzhen didn't notice Zhang Wuji's expression, but Wu Qingying glanced at him for some reason. Seeing his expression, she felt even more embarrassed, her pretty face flushing red.

After a while, Zhu Jiuzhen calmed herself down. Although she had been discovered by Wu Qingying and was initially flustered and shy, she quickly decided to explain. Since she had already been discovered, she quickly suppressed her shyness and introduced, "Qingmei, this is Zhang Wuji..." Wu

Qingying was somewhat familiar with Zhang Wuji, having heard some rumors about him in the martial arts world. Moreover, when he moved to Red Plum Manor, Wu Qingying had heard Zhu Jiuzhen constantly talking about Zhang Wuji. Now, Wu Qingying understood that Zhu Jiuzhen had fallen for Zhang Wuji and why she was so cold towards her senior brother, Wei Bi.

Several years ago, Zhu Jiuzhen suddenly became cold towards Wei Bi. Although Wu Qingying didn't understand why, she was still very happy that Zhu Jiuzhen was no longer competing with her for Wei Bi. However, the subsequent disappearances of Wu Lie and Wei Bi devastated her, and she eventually moved in with Zhu Jiuzhen. Under the guidance of Zhu Jiuzhen and Madam Zhu, she gradually cheered up. During the years she spent at Hongmei Manor, she constantly heard Zhu Jiuzhen talk about Zhang Wuji and learned that Zhu Jiuzhen had fallen for him. A sense of curiosity about Zhang Wuji slowly grew in her heart; she wanted to know what kind of person he was that Zhu Jiuzhen had talked about for so many years.

In fact, under Zhu Jiuzhen's influence, Zhang Wuji's image had slowly taken root in Wu Qingying's heart, though she herself hadn't realized it. Now, seeing Zhang Wuji, that image began to sprout again. Men are attracted to women's appearances, but women are equally attracted to men's. Beneath Zhang Wuji's near-perfect appearance, Wu Qingying's heart pounded, and a strange feeling welled up within her.

Chapter 79 The Two Beauties of Snow Ridge (Part Two)

Wu Qingying wouldn't normally be so easily shy or nervous; otherwise, she wouldn't have dared to compete with Zhu Jiuzhen for the protective jade. But upon meeting Zhang Wuji, she didn't know why, but a wave of shyness washed over her. Now, all she wanted was to escape quickly.

"Sister Zhen... I... I... I won't disturb you anymore, I'll go first..." She quickly turned and left the room. Zhu Jiuzhen watched Wu Qingying's departing figure with some surprise, while Wu Qingying's steps trembled slightly.

Although Zhu Jiuzhen didn't understand what was happening, seeing Wu Qingying leave, and now being alone with the person she loved, she felt very happy. She closed the door and leaned against Zhang Wuji, telling him about the past few years. Zhang Wuji listened quietly, comforting her. Before they knew it, the morning had passed. At lunchtime, a maid came to call Zhu Jiuzhen to eat, but she dismissed her. Zhu Jiuzhen had finally seen Zhang Wuji again and didn't want to be separated from him for even a moment.

After a while, Zhang Wuji heard crisp footsteps outside the door, but the person's martial arts skills were clearly not very good, and the voice sounded like a woman's. Sure enough, a charming voice came from outside the door: "Zhen'er, are you feeling unwell? Why aren't you eating..."

"Oh no..." Zhu Jiuzhen immediately realized what was happening and anxiously whispered to Zhang Wuji, "My mother is here..." It turned out that Madam Zhu hadn't come to the hall to eat and assumed that Zhu Jiuzhen was unwell. Wu Qingying, who knew the truth, didn't know how to explain, so she could only pretend not to know.

"Should I leave first..." Zhang Wuji whispered in Zhu Jiuzhen's ear.

"No..." Zhu Jiuzhen nervously grabbed Zhang Wuji's clothes and said. She had finally seen Zhang Wuji, how could she let him leave so easily?

"Zhen'er, what's wrong..." came Madam Zhu's puzzled voice from outside.

"I'll leave first, I'll come see you again tonight..." Zhang Wuji said.

"Hmm..." Zhu Jiuzhen considered for a moment and had no choice but to let Zhang Wuji leave first.

Zhang Wuji darted out the window, while Zhu Jiuzhen took a deep breath, opened the door, and Zhang Wuji peered into the room. He saw a woman in her thirties, her hair piled high in a bun, her features somewhat resembling Zhu Jiuzhen's, but more mature, alluring, and captivating. If Zhu Jiuzhen was a flower just beginning to bloom, then Madam Zhu was a flower in full, proud bloom.

Zhang Wuji glanced at Madam Zhu and quickly left Red Plum Manor. Although he only saw Madam Zhu briefly, her full, mature, voluptuous figure and alluring, captivating face made even Zhang Wuji somewhat swayed by her temptation.

After leaving Red Plum Manor, Zhang Wuji didn't return to the Eagle Sect. Instead, he thought of the Nine Yang Divine Skill beneath the cliff, and now was the time to retrieve it. He quickly searched the area around the manor and finally found the cliff from which he and Zhu Changling had fallen in the original story. With a light leap, Zhang Wuji descended, and soon broke through the mist, landing on a small stone platform. To the left of the platform, in the dark mountain wall, was a cave. Zhang Wuji knew this must be the valley from the original story, so he ventured inside. The cave narrowed as he went deeper, and Zhang Wuji continuously swung his Xuanyuan Sword to widen the opening.

After a while, the light ahead grew brighter, and then suddenly, the sunlight was dazzling. Zhang Wuji burst out of the cave. Before him lay a valley bursting with flowers, red blossoms and green trees intertwined. Birds sang among the trees, and fresh fruit hung from the branches. Looking around, the valley was surrounded by high mountains, seemingly untouched by humankind since ancient times. Surrounded by snow-capped peaks piercing the clouds, the valley was precipitous and impassable.

The valley was vast, stretching as far as the eye could see, only a distant, dark shadow visible. Although they had reached the valley, finding the white ape hiding the Nine Yang Divine Skill in such a large area was troublesome. However, having come this far, Zhang Wuji had no choice but to search slowly. He flew forward, paying attention to his surroundings, occasionally picking and eating wild fruits.

After about two hours, Zhang Wuji suddenly saw a white ape slowly crawling in the distance. Approaching, he smelled a putrid stench and saw a large, bloody sore on the ape's belly, realizing it must be the white ape hiding the Nine Yang Divine Skill. Zhang Wuji landed in front of the ape, which looked at him warily.

"Don't be nervous, I'll heal your wounds..." Zhang Wuji said.

The white ape was quite intelligent and sensed no hostility from Zhang Wuji; its initially wary gaze softened. Zhang Wuji pointed to the white ape's abdomen and said, "I'll heal your wounds..."

The white ape seemed to understand Zhang Wuji's meaning. It lay on the ground, and Zhang Wuji squatted beside it. With a burst of energy from his fingertips, he sliced open the ape's abdomen, revealing an oilcloth package inside. Zhang Wuji knew it was the Nine Yang Divine Skill. He removed the package, circulated his purple energy, and the wound on the ape's abdomen healed rapidly.

The white ape, its decades-long ailment cured, jumped and danced with joy on the ground. Then, it kowtowed to Zhang Wuji like a human. Zhang Wuji smiled, ignoring it, and opened the package. Inside were four thin scriptures, their covers inscribed with a few winding characters. Opening them, he saw that the four books were filled with these strange characters, yet between each line were traditional Chinese characters written in tiny, meticulous script.

Zhang Wuji knew this was the Nine Yang Divine Skill. He quickly memorized all the techniques and began to cultivate cross-legged. As he circulated the Nine Yang Divine Skill's pathways within his body, his true energy and purple energy vibrated rapidly, and the flow of energy changed quickly, forming new paths. The newly formed pathway encompassed all the meridians in his body. This meant that while others cultivated a portion of the meridians, he cultivated all of them. After circulating his true energy along this new pathway, Zhang Wuji experienced a sudden jolt; his true energy doubled, and he advanced from the mid-stage of the Void Refinement realm to the late-stage. The speed of its circulation also more than doubled.

"Ah…!" Zhang Wuji abruptly stood up and roared, his voice filled with true energy, echoing through the valley like thunderclaps, causing the birds and beasts to scatter in panic.

After roaring for a while, Zhang Wuji felt exceptionally refreshed; he had finally obtained the most powerful skill in the Heaven Sword and Dragon Saber. After practicing the Nine Yang Divine Skill, his true energy had become a completely new type, and it also possessed the Nine Yang Divine Skill's incredibly fast recovery speed. Zhang Wuji leaped into the air, his true energy constantly being consumed and replenished, more than twice as fast as before. Previously, flying consumed a great deal of true energy, but now, with the faster replenishment, the consumption and replenishment were almost balanced.

Leaving the valley, it was nearly dusk. Zhang Wuji returned to the Eagle Sect, had dinner with Yin Tianzheng and the others, and went back to his room. Remembering his promise to Zhu Jiuzhen, he smiled slightly and waited until the moon rose before heading towards Red Plum Manor.

Meanwhile, in Zhu Jiuzhen's bedroom at Red Plum Manor, Wu Qingying sat beside her. Seeing Zhu Jiuzhen fidgeting and constantly looking towards the door, she giggled and said, "Sister Zhen, what's wrong? Waiting for your lover?"

Zhu Jiuzhen blushed and playfully twisted Wu Qingying's skin, saying, "Get lost..."

"Hehe..." Wu Qingying chuckled softly, already understanding what was going on. It wasn't really her business, but a sense of loss welled up inside her.

"Alright, Sister Zhen, I'm going now. I won't disturb you meeting your lover..." Wu Qingying said with a smile as she left the room. However, once outside, the smile vanished, replaced by a complicated and surprised expression. Wu Qingying sighed inwardly and left Zhu Jiuzhen's courtyard.

Zhu Jiuzhen anxiously waited for Zhang Wuji in her room, but he didn't arrive. Zhu Jiuzhen felt a little wronged, her eyes slowly reddening, and tears welled up. "What's wrong? What's this?" Zhang Wuji suddenly appeared in front of Zhu Jiuzhen and smiled.

Seeing Zhang Wuji appear, Zhu Jiuzhen immediately turned from sorrow to joy, throwing herself into his arms and saying, "I thought you weren't coming..." Zhang Wuji

held Zhu Jiuzhen and said softly, "I promised you, how could I not come..."

"Mmm..." Zhu Jiuzhen happily replied.

After a long while, Zhu Jiuzhen left Zhang Wuji's embrace. Seeing Zhang Wuji looking at her, she felt a mixture of joy and shyness. Under the candlelight, the beauty seemed even more radiant than before, and Zhu Jiuzhen's already flushed face became even more beautiful in the flickering candlelight. Stared at by Zhang Wuji, Zhu Jiuzhen felt a mix of nervousness and anticipation, her breathing quickening and her cheeks flushing even more.

"Zhen'er..." Zhang Wuji called out urgently.

"Mmm..." Zhu Jiuzhen had already prepared herself for Zhang Wuji's promise to come that evening; she didn't want to lose him again.

Zhu Jiuzhen closed her eyes, tilting her pretty face up shyly as she waited. Seeing this, Zhang Wuji didn't hesitate, lowering his head to kiss Zhu Jiuzhen's delicate lips. Zhu Jiuzhen responded passionately, opening her mouth to let Zhang Wuji and Lin Chaoying's tongues entwine within hers.

Zhang Wuji held her shoulder with his right hand, while his left hand reached down. But Zhu Jiuzhen's legs remained tightly closed, so Wuji stroked her lower abdomen. After a while, Zhu Jiuzhen parted her legs slightly, and Zhang Wuji continued without restraint, caressing her genitals through her underpants.

Zhu Jiuzhen's body involuntarily convulsed, letting out a low moan. Wuji gently poked inside with his middle finger, causing Zhu Jiuzhen's body to arch, continuing to moan softly.

"Ugh... ugh... oh..."

Zhang Wuji's hand slipped inside Zhu Jiuzhen's white panties, probing downwards, feeling the pubic hairs rubbing against his palm. Her vulva was prominently protruding. Wuji pushed downwards, finally reaching that soft, moist valley. Zhang Wuji's

fingers came together, and he began to rub Zhu Jiuzhen's vulva. Zhu Jiuzhen's body arched like a bow, twisting and turning with his movements, her mouth constantly panting. Wuji's left hand continued to rub her genitals, while his right hand removed her top and bodice, revealing Zhu Jiuzhen's pair of dreamlike, full breasts, completely exposed before Wuji's eyes.

A pair of delicate, full breasts were laid bare before Zhang Wuji. Their white, plump breasts stood proudly on her chest, trembling slightly with each breath, incredibly sensual. The bright red nipples resembled two fresh grapes.

Thinking of this, Wuji buried his head in Zhu Jiuzhen's deep cleavage, inhaling her milky fragrance and the unique allure of a woman. Zhang Wuji's right hand grasped one of her snow-white, full breasts. The firm, white breast was elastic, and the two small, tender, bright red nipples stood erect.

"Oh… Wuji… ah…" Zhu Jiuzhen tilted her head back, her mouth opening to gasp and moan rapidly, her jade-like hands gripping Zhang Wuji's clothes tightly.

Zhang Wuji gently laid Zhu Jiuzhen down on the bed, his lips slowly sliding down her body in a kiss. His hands grasped her underpants and pulled them down. Zhu Jiuzhen obediently lifted her hips, allowing the underpants to slip off her legs.

Zhang Wuji held Zhu Jiuzhen's legs and slowly parted them. Zhu Jiuzhen exuded the warm, alluring fragrance unique to virgins, wafting into Zhang Wuji's nostrils and stirring his heartstrings. Gazing at Zhu Jiuzhen's exquisitely beautiful mons pubis, Zhang Wuji lowered his head and began licking her pink labia, then gently scraping his tongue against her erect clitoris. Zhu Jiuzhen moaned softly, her legs trembling and her hips swaying, her hands tightly gripping Zhang Wuji's head buried between her legs.

"Ah...ah...um...Wuji...it's so itchy...it's so uncomfortable...ah...oh...oh..."

Zhu Jiuzhen's mons pubis was constantly dripping with fluid, and her two moist labia were slightly opening and closing, wriggling as if wanting to bloom as soon as possible; her already erect clitoris was even more engorged with blood.

Seeing this, Zhang Wuji spread her two fair and tender thighs, aimed his hard penis at her wet vulva, and thrust his waist forcefully. With a soft "plop," Zhang Wuji's penis was inserted halfway in. Wuji thrust harder again, and Zhu Jiuzhen let out a miserable cry. Wuji's penis broke through a barrier, and at the same time, it was tightly wrapped by Zhu Jiuzhen's wet and tender vagina. The tight folds of the virgin's vagina gripped Wuji's penis, which felt very comfortable.

"Ah..." Zhu Jiuzhen cried out in pain, and cried out repeatedly, "It hurts so much, ah...Wuji...be gentle...ah..."

Zhang Wuji looked at Zhu Jiuzhen and saw tears streaming from her eyes, her face alternating between pale and flushed, her brows furrowed, and her lips trembling, clearly in great pain. Zhang Wuji quickly stopped, gently kissing her earlobe, neck, and lips, licking away her tears with his tongue, and lightly caressing her sensitive nipples. After a while, her complexion returned to its rosy hue, and her furrowed brows relaxed. Zhang Wuji felt her vagina seem to push upwards slightly a few times.

"Zhen'er, how are you now?"

"It doesn't hurt as much now..." Zhu Jiuzhen said softly, her face flushed and her voice sweet and alluring.

Zhang Wuji gently thrust a few times and seeing no pain in Zhu Jiuzhen's expression, he slowly increased his speed. By this time, Zhu Jiuzhen's vagina was already overflowing with vaginal fluid, so thrusting was not difficult, and his entire penis was now submerged inside her.

"Ah... Wuji... Ah... Ah..." Zhu Jiuzhen moaned, her eyes still closed, her jade legs raised to clamp around Zhang Wuji's waist, her hips rising and falling in sync with his thrusts.

Zhang Wuji gradually increased his speed, his penis repeatedly entering and exiting Zhu Jiuzhen's tender vagina, drawing out the girl's virgin blood and vaginal fluid, stretching her two tender labia wide open. With Zhang Wuji's rapid thrusts, the sounds of "plop plop" echoed continuously.

"Ah... Wuji... Oh... Oh... Ah... Ah..." Zhu Jiuzhen moaned loudly in a daze, her delicate body swaying with Zhang Wuji's powerful thrusts, her pair of breasts bouncing up and down, exceptionally alluring.

"Mmm... Ah... Ah... Ah... Ah... I want... Ah..."

Hearing Zhu Jiuzhen's joyful moans, Zhang Wuji felt a surge of heat. He thrust his hips harder, his body moving rapidly up and down, his penis forcefully penetrating her vagina, striking the softness of her clitoris, then quickly withdrawing and thrusting in again. Her vaginal fluids gushed out, splashing everywhere.

"Ah, Wuji, so good... Ah... I'm coming... Oh... I can't take it anymore... Ah..." Zhu Jiuzhen's body trembled violently, collapsing onto the bed. A large gush of vaginal fluid poured onto Zhang Wuji's sensitive glans, sending a wave of pleasure through his body.

Zhang Wuji's penis swelled, and he thrust downwards, the glans forcing its way into her uterus. "Ah..." Zhu Jiuzhen cried out in pleasure and fainted.

Seeing this, Zhang Wuji laughed heartily, his penis gently thrusting in and out of Zhu Jiuzhen's vagina, his hands grasping and kneading her breasts, the smooth, soft flesh feeling incredibly comfortable.

"Mmm..." After a long while, Zhu Jiuzhen slowly woke up. Seeing Zhang Wuji smiling at her, she couldn't help but let out a shy moan, closed her eyes, and gently raised her hips.

Zhang Wuji received the signal and began to thrust faster. "Ah... Oh... Good... Oh..." Zhu Jiuzhen moaned in enjoyment.

Zhang Wuji held Zhu Jiuzhen's hips with both hands, his groin pressed tightly against her mons pubis, his penis moving inside her like a dragon, thrusting in and out forcefully and quickly.

"Ah... Ah... So good... Ah... Ah... I want it again... Ah..."

Zhu Jiuzhen's body trembled violently, the flesh inside her vagina contracting and trembling rapidly. "Ah... Coming... Oh... Oh..." Zhu Jiuzhen raised her hips, her vagina tightly enveloping Zhang Wuji's penis, and her orgasmic love juice gushed out.

Zhang Wuji's penis pressed against her clitoris and stirred a few times, his glans opening, and his semen sprayed violently onto her clitoris. February 14th,
Chapter 80: Zhu Jiuzhen Talks to Wu Qingying

"Mmm..." A charming hum rang out as the beauty in his arms let out a soft moan, her eyelashes trembling slightly. Sunlight streamed through the window into the room, and Zhang Wuji looked at the woman in his arms. Zhu Jiuzhen nestled her head in Zhang Wuji's arms, her back arching gently, her long, slender, white legs draped over his thighs, her pretty face flushed with a delicate pink blush, making her incredibly charming and adorable.

Zhang Wuji's hand slowly slid down Zhu Jiuzhen's smooth back, gently exploring the edge of her shapely buttocks. "Mmm..." Zhu Jiuzhen let out a shy hum, her almond-shaped eyes slightly open, glancing shyly at Zhang Wuji, and said in a soft voice, "Wuji..."

"Awake..." Zhang Wuji kissed Zhu Jiuzhen's red lips and said.

"Mmm..." Zhu Jiuzhen let out a soft, comfortable hum, her little head gently rubbing against Zhang Wuji's chest.

Zhang Wuji stroked Zhu Jiuzhen's soft hair, and the two lingered tenderly for a while before Zhang Wuji said, "Zhen'er, get up, or the others will be here soon..."

"Ah..." Zhu Jiuzhen gasped softly, quickly getting up from Zhang Wuji's lap. "Ugh..." Zhu Jiuzhen groaned softly, her brows furrowing slightly. Seeing this, Zhang Wuji immediately understood what was wrong and chuckled softly.

"Hmph, it's all your fault..." Zhu Jiuzhen gave Zhang Wuji a coquettish glare, playfully scolding him, her jade-like hand gently pounding Zhang Wuji's chest, but the movement aggravated her lower body, causing her to groan softly again.

Zhang Wuji quickly pulled Zhu Jiuzhen closer, saying softly, "Zhen'er, let me treat you..."

"No..." Zhu Jiuzhen twisted her body, saying, this pain was a feeling that belonged entirely to Zhang Wuji.

Seeing this, Zhang Wuji didn't insist and began helping Zhu Jiuzhen dress. Zhu Jiuzhen closed her eyes slightly, enjoying Zhang Wuji's gentleness. However, during the process, Zhang Wuji's hands kept caressing Zhu Jiuzhen, causing her to moan softly.

After they were dressed, Zhang Wuji helped Zhu Jiuzhen out of the room. Wu Qingying was standing there in the courtyard, obviously having arrived some time ago. Zhu Jiuzhen saw Wu Qingying and was slightly shy, saying, "Qingmei, you've come..."

"Sister Zhen..." Wu Qingying called out, looking at Zhang Wuji and Zhu Jiuzhen, feeling a little lost and envious for some reason.

"Sister Zhen, it's almost time for breakfast, Auntie is waiting..."

"Ah..." Thinking of her mother, Madam Wang, Zhu Jiuzhen's pretty face blushed, and she let out a soft exclamation.

Zhang Wuji then turned to Zhu Jiuzhen and said, "Zhen'er, go and have your meal first. I'll go back and come see you later."

"Wuji..." Zhu Jiuzhen's years of love had finally blossomed, and she was deeply in love, reluctant to part. She didn't want to be separated from Zhang Wuji for even a moment, but she was still somewhat mindful of Madam Wang's presence, so she could only nod and say, "I'll wait for you..."

Seeing Zhang Wuji and Zhu Jiuzhen's tender affection, Wu Qingying felt a pang of sadness, her gaze complex. Zhang Wuji gently kissed Zhu Jiuzhen's lips, nodded to Wu Qingying, and used his lightness skill to leave Hongmei Manor.

After Zhang Wuji left, the scene fell silent. The two were speechless for a moment, then almost simultaneously called out,

"Sister Zhen..."

"Qingmei..."

They smiled at each other, and Zhu Jiuzhen said, "Qingmei, let's go to the main hall..."

"Yes, Sister Zhen, let me help you..." Wu Qingying came to Zhu Jiuzhen's side and helped her walk towards the main hall. Neither of them spoke a word the entire way. Wu Qingying kept her head down, lost in thought, while Zhu Jiuzhen occasionally turned to look at her, a complex expression flashing in her eyes.

In the following days, Zhang Wuji and Zhu Jiuzhen were inseparable, deeply in love. Sometimes, they would unconsciously ignore Wu Qingying. Wu Qingying would watch their backs, then lower her head, looking somewhat dejected and awkward. She envied their affection but also felt uncomfortable, as if she were an outsider.

Normally, Wu Qingying wouldn't disturb Zhang Wuji and Zhu Jiuzhen, but Zhu Jiuzhen had dragged her along. Wu Qingying vaguely sensed that Zhu Jiuzhen had ulterior motives, but she couldn't immediately guess her intentions.

That day, Zhu Jiuzhen pulled Zhang Wuji and Wu Qingying along, saying, "Let's go play..." and led them towards the backyard.

"Zhen'er, you're not dragging me to see your hunting dogs, are you?" Zhang Wuji asked, recalling the hunting dogs Zhu Jiuzhen kept in the original story.

Zhu Jiuzhen, somewhat shy and nervous, replied, "I don't keep dogs anymore." She remembered her first encounter with Zhang Wuji was because of her hunting dogs, and how Zhang Wuji hadn't been very friendly towards her because of them. After Zhang Wuji left, Zhu Jiuzhen got rid of her hunting dogs and hadn't kept any since.

"Sister Zhen hasn't kept hunting dogs for several years..." Wu Qingying explained from the side. She had also heard Zhu Jiuzhen recount her first encounter with Zhang Wuji and knew that Zhang Wuji didn't like those hunting dogs.

"Hmm..." Zhang Wuji nodded. Seeing this,

Zhu Jiuzhen breathed a sigh of relief and relaxed. The three chatted as they walked to the backyard, where a large open space was planted with flowers, and a delicate little pavilion stood among the flowers.

"Wuji, what realm are you at now?" Zhu Jiuzhen asked.

"Perfected Refinement of Emptiness."

"Refinement of Emptiness?" Zhu Jiuzhen and Wu Qingying asked疑惑地.

Zhang Wuji explained the classification of martial arts to them. This was the first time Zhu Jiuzhen and Wu Qingying had heard of realms above the Innate Realm. After listening to Zhang Wuji's explanation, they said somewhat dejectedly, "We didn't expect there were realms above the Innate Realm. We thought we were already minor experts, but it turns out we're not even worthy of being called ordinary..."

Their words made some sense. According to Zhang Wuji's classification, they were indeed not worthy of being called ordinary. However, in the world of Yitian, where the Innate Realm was at its peak, they were already considered minor experts. At this time, Zhu Jiuzhen was at the late stage of the Second Rank, while Wu Qingying was at the middle stage of the Second Rank.

"Qingmei, we haven't sparred in a long time. How about we go down and have a friendly match?" Zhu Jiuzhen asked Wu Qingying.

"Hehe, alright, but Sister Zhen, you have to go easy on me. I'm no match for your One-Finger Divine Skill."

The two entered the arena. Zhu Jiuzhen's index finger emitted a blazing light as she lightly tapped her foot, attacking Wu Qingying. Wu Qingying twisted her body, dodging Zhu Jiuzhen's attack, and struck Zhu Jiuzhen's shoulder with her jade palm. The two exchanged blows for over a dozen moves before Zhu Jiuzhen said, "Qingmei, be careful..."

As she spoke, the light from her right index finger intensified, and a blazing energy shot rapidly towards Wu Qingying. Although Wu Qingying heard Zhu Jiuzhen's warning, she was still unable to dodge in time. She could only strike with her jade palm, the resulting palm wind only slightly deflecting the blazing energy. Then, Wu Qingying shifted to the side, the blazing energy grazing her sleeve, tearing a piece of fabric. "Ah..." Wu Qingying cried out in surprise, her steps faltering, and she fell sideways.

Seeing this, Zhang Wuji quickly flashed to Wu Qingying's side, catching her and wrapping his arm around her slender waist. Wu Qingying lay in Zhang Wuji's arms, her small mouth agape, her almond-shaped eyes staring at him, somewhat dazed.

Zhu Jiuzhen, watching Zhang Wuji holding Wu Qingying, a smile flashed in her eyes. After a while, seeing the two still together, Zhu Jiuzhen smiled mischievously and called out, "Qingmei, are you alright...?"

"Ah..." Hearing Zhu Jiuzhen's voice, Wu Qingying came to her senses, realizing she was lying in Zhang Wuji's arms. She gasped, her pretty face flushing, and pulled away from him. Zhu Jiuzhen came to Wu Qingying's side and asked, "Qingmei, are you alright? It's all my fault..."

"Sister Zhen, I'm fine..." Wu Qingying stammered, her face still red.

The others lost interest in the competition and sat down in the pavilion. Zhu Jiuzhen recounted interesting stories from the Kunlun Mountains, while Wu Qingying seemed lost in thought, only occasionally chiming in.

When lunchtime arrived, the group prepared to leave. At this moment, Zhu Jiuzhen whispered in Zhang Wuji's ear, "How's Qingmei?"

Zhang Wuji looked at Zhu Jiuzhen with a puzzled expression. Zhu Jiuzhen gave him a charming look, giggled, and pulled Wu Qingying away, leaving Zhang Wuji watching their retreating figures, wondering what Zhu Jiuzhen meant.

After lunch, Zhu Jiuzhen led Wu Qingying to the room. "Sister Zhen, what's wrong?" Wu Qingying asked, puzzled.

"Qingmei, I have something I want to tell you."

"Sister Zhen, just tell me," Wu Qingying said.

"Qingmei, what are your plans for the future?"

"Ah..." Wu Qingying looked at Zhu Jiuzhen with confusion, unsure of her meaning. After a while, she said softly, "What else can I do? Just like this..."

"Do you remember us before? Back then..." Zhu Jiuzhen recounted the past.

"Yes..." Wu Qingying recalled the past, and Wei Bi, and sighed sadly.

"Now, your cousin is gone. Haven't you thought about your future happiness?" Zhu Jiuzhen asked.

"Hmm..." Wu Qingying didn't know how to answer. When Wei Bi disappeared, she was devastated. Over the years, she had slowly recovered, but she hadn't really thought about her future.

"So, Qingmei, what do you think of Wuji?" Zhu Jiuzhen asked cautiously.

"Ah..." Wu Qingying looked at Zhu Jiuzhen in confusion, and after a long while, she said, "He, he, is quite good..." Thinking of Zhang Wuji, a strange feeling welled up in her heart, and she felt a little flustered.

"Qingmei, aren't we best sisters?"

"Of course..."

"Qingmei, how about we stay together forever?"

"Hmm..." Wu Qingying hesitated.

"I mean, let you go with Wuji too, that way we can be together..."

"Ah..." Wu Qingying exclaimed, looking at Zhu Jiuzhen, her heart filled with panic.

"What do you mean?" Zhu Jiuzhen asked, "Qingmei, after spending time with him these past few days, you must have some impression of Wuji, and you must have feelings for him too..."

"Hmm..." Wu Qingying was flustered; she did indeed have feelings for Zhang Wuji, and even a strange affection for him.

"Qingmei, if you don't answer, I'll take that as a yes," Zhu Jiuzhen said.

Hearing Zhu Jiuzhen's words, Wu Qingying panicked and quickly stood up, fleeing Zhu Jiuzhen's room. Zhu Jiuzhen watched Wu Qingying's flustered figure and chuckled softly, saying, "Qingmei, remember to clear your name. I'll have Wuji come find you tonight..."

Hearing Zhu Jiuzhen's words, Wu Qingying panicked even more, her steps faltering. However, for some reason, although she was shy and flustered, she didn't refuse. ( Chapter 1 of
"Rape Romance") At 11 PM, Jin Cuixia, who had been busy for eight hours, could finally catch her breath. She was a textile factory worker, living a three-shift life. Although she wanted to switch to an easier department, she had no power or influence and no way to do so. Although the workshop director had repeatedly said that if she agreed to have a relationship beyond friendship with him, he would guarantee her an office job, the thought of the director's ugly face made Jin Cuixia want to spit on him. She would never agree, resulting in her working the night shift until late almost every night. Sometimes Jin Cuixia felt she was about to collapse from exhaustion, and with her husband constantly away driving, she often felt a surge of desire. However, the thought of the director's repulsive face and lewd gaze instantly extinguished any remaining lust. Besides, she had a son in high school and didn't want to leave even the slightest stain on her life. Whenever she thought of her son, Jin Cuixia felt filled with energy and hope. He was the pride of the whole family. A few months ago, in the high school entrance exam, her son ranked first in his school and among the top five in the city. Everyone believed he was a promising candidate for a top university. The envious yet jealous looks from relatives and friends made her feel incredibly proud, and she was deeply honored.

Thinking of her son, Jin Cuixia rode her bicycle, humming a little tune. Little did she know that in ten minutes, she would be facing the worst nightmare of her life.

Jin Cuixia's workplace was about a forty-minute drive from her home, which was in an urban village on the outskirts of the city. Many nearby properties had been demolished, and hers was within the demolition zone. She was just waiting for the final notice before she had to rent a place. Thinking about the demolition, she was overjoyed. Her current apartment was worth 450 square meters, and the demolition compensation would be enough for three apartments. With housing prices so high, three apartments would be over two million yuan. She could sell one and keep two, and then she wouldn't have to go to that lousy job anymore. Thinking this, she smiled smugly. Suddenly, a strange change occurred.

A dark figure suddenly darted out from the roadside. Due to demolition, the area around the urban village was dilapidated. What used to be over a hundred households now had only about ten. Most of the few remaining streetlights were broken and, with demolition imminent, no one was repairing them. So, when the dark figure rushed out, Jin Cuixia didn't notice him at all. By the time she realized it, it was too late.

The figure was very strong, grabbing her by the waist and covering her mouth. Jin Cuixia was terrified and struggled desperately, but the other person's hands were like iron clamps, holding her down tightly, almost causing her to faint.

The dark figure dragged her into the dilapidated urban village, randomly kicking open a door. The owner had already moved out; this area was slated for demolition in the next couple of days. Inside the room, besides a worn-out sofa, there was only garbage scattered on the floor.

When Jin Cuixia was thrown onto the sofa, she immediately understood what awaited her. She struggled with all her might, but the other person was far stronger than her, and exhausted from work, she had little stamina left. After a stalemate for several minutes, Jin Cuixia used her last bit of strength, but was still pinned down by the dark figure, unable to move an inch.

Jin Cuixia gasped for breath, feeling the dark figure's hands climb from her lower abdomen to her chest, roughly kneading her breasts through her clothes. She was filled with shame and indignation, tears streaming down her face, her eyes filled with pleading. But in the pitch-black room, the other person couldn't see her, and even if they did, they probably wouldn't let her go. At this moment, Jin Cuixia was like a fish on a chopping board, completely at their mercy.

The shadowy figure slowly unbuttoned Jin Cuixia's blouse, one button at a time. It was early autumn, and the weather wasn't too cold. Jin Cuixia was only wearing a cardigan and a long-sleeved shirt. When her white breasts were exposed to the air, hidden beneath her bra, the shadowy figure paused slightly before slowly placing his large hand on them.

Jin Cuixia felt goosebumps rise all over her body instantly. She desperately cried out, "No!"

The stubborn sound escaped from under the large hand, but it was only a muffled groan. The shadowy figure immediately covered her mouth even tighter, while simultaneously lifting a corner of her bra with his other hand, pinching a hard nipple between his index and middle fingers, and gently kneading it.

"No, no, don't do this, waah, no, no!"

Jin Cuixia twisted her neck with all her might, but she couldn't move an inch, and could only wail in pain inside.

The shadowy figure seemed to sense the woman's inner cry, and his actions intensified. He pulled down her bra, and her two breasts, now free, sprang forth. Though no longer the proud peaks of a young girl, they possessed a mature woman's fiery allure.

The shadowy figure's large hands greedily caressed her breasts, kneading her increasingly sensitive and erect nipples, grasping the soft flesh in his palms and kneading it roughly.

Jin Cuixia wept helplessly; she had no strength left to resist. Her hands were pinned down, and she was like a naked lamb, utterly powerless to fight back.

The shadowy figure seemed to have a particular fondness for the woman's breasts, caressing and kneading them incessantly. Gradually, Jin Cuixia felt a slight pleasure rising within her. The last time she had been intimate with her husband was two months ago. In between, he had returned home a few times, each time rushing about, utterly exhausted. She had no right to pester him for pleasure. Even when they were intimate, to Jin Cuixia, it felt more like fulfilling a duty. Over a decade of marriage had long since eroded their passion; their fleeting encounters were like a dragonfly skimming the water, failing to quench her thirst. Yet, at this very moment, before she was about to be raped, she felt a strange pleasure she had never experienced before.

Jin Cuixia's reason told her this was absolutely unacceptable, but under the shadowy figure's caresses, wave after wave of pleasure surged, almost overwhelming her.

The shadowy figure remained silent, intently kneading the woman's breasts. His increasingly heavy breathing betrayed his inner turmoil and excitement. His breaths struck Jin Cuixia's anxious heart like hammer blows, causing it to pound uncontrollably again. This time, however, the pounding wasn't from fear, but from an indescribable surge of lust. A thought even flashed through her mind: why not just let him have his way?

"I'm a bad woman, I'm a bad woman. How could I have such lewd thoughts in this situation? Damn it, damn it!"

Jin Cuixia's reason compelled her to quickly abandon this terrible thought, desperately trying to suppress the stirrings in her body. But when she saw the shadowy figure lower his head and felt his lips around her nipple, she couldn't help but let out a soft moan.

"Ah..."

The melodious moan, like heavenly music, escaped involuntarily from Jin Cuixia's throat, making her so ashamed she wanted to disappear into the ground. It also startled the shadowy figure biting her nipple.

The shadowy figure, thinking he'd misheard, released the nipple and looked up at Jin Cuixia. Jin Cuixia, embarrassed, involuntarily closed her eyes, her heart

filled with confusion and distress. The shadowy figure lowered his head again, his tongue alternately sucking on Jin Cuixia's nipples in a warm, moist place. Each time his tongue circled and swirled around the nipples, Jin Cuixia's body trembled violently as if she were having a seizure. She concentrated, desperately suppressing the urge to moan, but her increasingly heavy breathing betrayed her obvious attempt to hide her discomfort.

The shadowy figure enthusiastically licked and sucked at the woman's breasts. His tongue ceaselessly circled and swirled around the nipples, his teeth gently biting them, his lips forcefully sucking on the full flesh, sometimes taking half a breast into his mouth, sometimes licking and sucking around the base of the breast with his tongue.

Jin Cuixia was driven almost mad by the shadowy figure's licking. The torment of her conflicting sanity and instincts was unbearable. Her mundane married life had always felt incredibly dull, but now, in this place and at this moment, she was experiencing a sinful pleasure from the act of lewdness.

"Stop, stop, don't do this anymore, no, ah!"

Jin Cuixia's mind was overwhelmed by the surging pleasure and guilt. Her body had instinctively stopped resisting, and she prayed desperately in her heart. When she felt both of her nipples being simultaneously sucked into the other's mouth, the strange sensation and overwhelming humiliation caused her to tremble and silently weep. The shadowy figure

continued to suck and bite her nipples, and Jin Cuixia mechanically endured it. After an unknown amount of time, the shadowy figure finally grew tired of it, leaned back, rubbed Jin Cuixia's breasts a few times with his large hand, then moved down her chest, past her navel, and gently inserted it into the waistband of her trousers.

Jin Cuixia flinched in shock. Perhaps the shadowy figure, engrossed in his lewd act, had relaxed his grip, allowing Jin Cuixia to break free slightly. With her hands free, she clutched her waistband, her tear-filled eyes pleadingly fixed on the man. Her mouth, covered, gurgled as if she desperately wanted to say something.

The shadowy figure snapped back to reality and forcefully subdued her again. Jin Cuixia struggled desperately, but ultimately she was pinned to the sofa, unable to move.

Both were panting heavily. The shadowy figure straddled the woman, his eyes behind the mask gleaming with a vicious glint, yet he remained silent. After a brief pause, the figure's hand again reached for the woman's waist. This time, he was more careful. No matter how much Jin Cuixia struggled, he held her firmly. However, the position made it difficult to remove her pants easily; he simply slipped his hand inside.

Jin Cuixia felt a large hand slide down her lower abdomen, her face turning green with terror. She was completely powerless to break free and could only watch helplessly as his fingers parted the edge of her panties and brazenly slipped inside. She closed her eyes in pain and began to sob softly.

The shadowy figure's large hand parted the thick pubic hair, probing directly into the woman's most intimate place, warm as a small furnace, and from the touch of his fingers, it seemed quite wet.

As the shadowy figure's fingers continued to probe and caress her private parts, Jin Cuixia's body trembled uncontrollably. The hand seemed to possess a magical power, lingering between her thighs and buttocks, its fingers occasionally sliding along her cleft to her buttocks, kneading her plump flesh with considerable force, causing her some pain. However, the physical pain paled in comparison to the anguish in her heart.

Jin Cuixia was dazed and completely out of control. Only when she felt a chill on her buttocks did she realize that her pants had been pulled down. The shadowy figure's breathing grew heavier. He straddled the woman, again fondling Jin Cuixia's large breasts. After a few touches, he returned to continue pulling down her pants. The thin trousers were quickly ripped off, and her underwear was roughly torn in half.

Suddenly, Jin Cuixia felt the other person's hand move away. Before she could cry out, something with a foul odor was shoved into her mouth. She instinctively guessed it wasn't her underwear. Before she could think further, she heard the sound of duct tape being torn, and then, with a snap, her mouth was sealed shut.

The shadowy figure, now free of hands, satisfied, flipped Jin Cuixia over. Feeling her large buttocks exposed to the man, Jin Cuixia was filled with shame and indignation. But then she felt her hands being taped shut as well, wrapped around and around, until she completely lost her last ability to resist. Jin Cuixia

knew she was doomed. Unable to cry, she could only resign herself to her fate, burying her head in the sofa, her heart filled with despair.

The shadowy figure, completely disregarding the woman's feelings, was greedily staring at the round, full buttocks before him, soft as cotton and elastic as a sponge. His large hands caressed and kneaded her buttocks, even licking along her cleft with his tongue, not even sparing her filthy anus, biting her flesh repeatedly. Jin Cuixia felt pain and tried to twist her hips, only to be met with a few crisp slaps.

Seeing the woman beneath him subdue after being slapped, the shadowy figure got up, pulled down his pants, and straddled her back, rubbing his penis against her buttocks.

Jin Cuixia felt the man's penis, but offered no resistance. She resigned herself to her fate; at this moment, she had absolutely no hope of escape.

"Just think of it as being bitten by a dog,"

Jin Cuixia told herself in her heart. After giving up resistance, her body's instincts began to take over. In the moment before she was about to be raped, she felt a strange pleasure. Even when the man's penis slid between her thighs, her body involuntarily swayed her hips slightly in coordination.

The shadowy figure seemed to sense the woman's cooperation. He flipped Jin Cuixia over and began to fondle her large breasts. Jin Cuixia shyly closed her eyes, letting him do as he pleased. These breasts were Jin Cuixia's pride as a woman. She had an excellent figure when she was young, with full breasts and a plump bottom. Now, her bust size was even larger than before, boasting an astonishing 36F. Every time she went to the bathhouse, she would shock everyone around her. Her husband used to be very fond of them, but over the years, he had probably grown tired of seeing them and no longer paid any attention. She often complained in her heart that her husband was blind to her beauty. But at this moment, she could feel that the man on top of her, licking and playing with her breasts, seemed to really like her breasts, which made her feel a little proud.

The shadowy figure seemed tireless in licking and fondling her breasts, while simultaneously pressing his hard penis against her labia, rubbing it incessantly. Jin Cuixia, having given up resisting, gradually succumbed to the arousal, parting her thighs and slightly raising her buttocks to meet the man's penis. Since there was no way to escape, she hoped to end this nightmare as soon as possible.

However, the shadowy figure seemed completely uninterested in penetrating her. Despite Jin Cuixia's cooperation, he remained unmoved, only continuing to lick her breasts and rub the head of his penis against her labia and clitoris. This friction caused Jin Cuixia to involuntarily secrete more and more fluid, her body growing increasingly hot, her throat gurgling, a picture of uncontrollable passion.

Jin Cuixia was indeed aroused. Her breasts and vulva were the most sensitive spots for sexual pleasure. The shadowy figure's caresses and teasing were gradually igniting the hunger and desire within her. The restlessness within her was slowly destroying what little reason she had left. Desire was constantly dragging her into the abyss, and she herself was somewhat impatiently running towards it.

If her mouth hadn't been gagged, Jin Cuixia probably would have already begged him to have sex with her, because it was just too unbearable. It felt like a fire was burning inside her, burning her internal organs as if they were about to turn to ashes. A burning sensation was erupting from her bones, and finally, it reached its climax. Jin Cuixia felt an indescribable pleasure spreading from within, and her body felt as light as a feather, floating as if on a cloud.

She climaxed. In this incredibly humiliating situation, while being raped, she actually climaxed. Even more absurdly, she climaxed before the other person even penetrated her, and it was more pleasurable and intense than any sex she had ever experienced before.

Jin Cuixia trembled all over, her vagina writhing violently, gushing out gushes of vaginal fluid. The climax almost left her completely drained. Just as she was unaware of what was happening, enjoying the ultimate pleasure of the afterglow of her orgasm, the dark figure began to move. A

huge glans forcefully thrust into her still-open vaginal opening. Jin Cuixia shuddered from the sudden impact of the foreign object. Before she could react, her moist, writhing vagina was completely filled with a thick, pillar-like penis.

Jin Cuixia couldn't perceive the size of the penis; she only felt her vagina being completely filled, the interrupted afterglow of her orgasm instantly replaced by an incredibly real feeling of fullness.

"So swollen, so thick."

This was the only thought in Jin Cuixia's mind. The itching that had just subsided returned, and she desperately wanted him to move, because this time the itching was more intense than ever before.

This time, the shadowy figure seemed to sense Jin Cuixia's inner cry. He placed his hands on the woman's breasts and began to slowly move his hips. With each movement, his penis moved in and out of the woman's vagina. At first, it was a slow thrusting, but soon the shadowy figure's hips moved faster, and his penis began to thrust rapidly at an extremely high frequency.

Jin Cuixia's mouth was gagged, and she couldn't make a sound. The shadowy figure also remained silent, only focusing on fucking her. In the quiet, abandoned house, apart from their heavy breathing, only the slapping sound of their buttocks colliding could be heard.

Jin Cuixia's reason was completely overwhelmed by pleasure. The man on top of her was as strong as a bull, his thick penis relentlessly thrusting deep into her vagina each time, seemingly tireless. There were no fancy techniques, just pure, intense piston-like motion. Whether influenced by the tense environment or not, she felt an unprecedented ecstasy.

Desire was gasoline, and guilt was the fire. The sinful desire ignited Jin Cuixia's body's yearning. She succumbed to wave after wave of pleasure, reaching countless orgasms in silent ecstasy, each one an indescribable bliss.

Finally, the dark figure let out his first soft groan, followed by a trembling body. His penis glazed open, and thick semen gushed out, drenching the woman's deepest flower.

Jin Cuixia, under the intense onslaught, reached another blissful climax. The continuous orgasms, coupled with shortness of breath, finally overwhelmed her, and she was literally fucked to death. She

didn't know how much time had passed before she slowly awoke. The room was empty; it was as if it had all been a dream. She instinctively raised her hand and realized the tape on her hand had been removed. She opened and closed her mouth; the tape was gone, and even the foreign object in her mouth had vanished.

Jin Cuixia frantically got up, but suddenly felt her legs go weak and collapsed back onto the sofa. She cautiously touched her genitals, and her face turned deathly pale. The area was red, swollen, and painful. Clearly, what had happened wasn't a dream; she had indeed been raped.

Without resting, she frantically put on her trousers, but couldn't find her underwear. However, she didn't care now. Clutching her crotch, she limped out of the abandoned house, not forgetting to retrieve her bicycle in her panic, and rushed home.

Only after entering the gate did Jin Cuixia's heart calm down slightly, but the thought of the unexpected disaster that had befallen her that night brought her grief again. Looking up at the large clock on the wall in the center of the living room, the time pointed to one in the morning. The house was quiet; her son's room was dark, so he must be asleep. She dared not cry out, so she covered her mouth and rushed into the bathroom, sobbing for a long time.

Chapter 2

: A sleepless night. Exhausted, Jin Cuixia finally drifted off to sleep at dawn. In her dream, she seemed to relive the nightmare of the previous night. She screamed, desperately trying to escape, but was ultimately pinned down by a dark figure, who wantonly raped her.

"Mommy, Mommy, what's wrong? Wake up, Mommy!"

In her hazy state, Jin Cuixia was awakened by an anxious call. She opened her eyes with a scream, trembling all over, sweat dripping from her body, breathing heavily, her face filled with terror as she stared at the person before her.

It took her a while to recognize the person as her son, Dai Jiahui. He looked at her anxiously, his eyes filled with worry.

"Mom, what's wrong? I called you for ages before you woke up,"

Dai Jiahui asked with concern.

Jin Cuixia swallowed hard, trying to calm herself, and said with feigned composure, "I'm fine, uh, I just had a nightmare. Are you going to school?"

Dai Jiahui smiled wryly, "It's already noon. I just got home from school. I didn't expect you to still be sleeping, Mom. I didn't even cook dinner. I thought you were sick." Jin Cuixia

quickly apologized, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, my good son. Mom has been so tired these past few days. You go do your homework, I'll go cook dinner."

Dai Jiahui nodded, looking at his mother, and said, "Mom, are you really feeling unwell? " "Are you alright?"

Jin Cuixia nodded reluctantly, looking at her son with doting eyes, and smiled, "Mom's fine. You study hard, I'll go cook for you, I'll make your favorite braised pork, okay?"

Dai Jiahui nodded happily and said, "Then I'll go do my homework."

Jin Cuixia nodded, watching her son leave the bedroom. Her forced composure crumbled instantly, her eyes dull and lifeless as she stared at the sheets. A slight stinging pain came from her private parts between her legs. There was no doubt that the rape that had happened to her last night was indeed true.

Thinking of this unexpected disaster, Jin Cuixia wanted to cry but couldn't. Why, why did this happen to her? As she thought about it, she became lost in thought, tears streaming down her face. It wasn't until her son's voice from the study that she was startled awake again. She quickly wiped away her tears, responded, hurriedly got out of bed, changed out of her sweat- and tear-soaked pajamas, and rushed to the kitchen to cook.

"It's delicious!"

Dai Jiahui praised his mother's cooking as he wolfed down his food.

His praise brought a sliver of comfort to Jin Cuixia's sorrowful heart. She smiled and said, "Eat more if it's good."

Dai Jiahui nodded, looked at his mother, and said, "Mom, are you troubled? You look unwell today."

Jin Cuixia's heart skipped a beat, but she forced a smile and said, "It's nothing, just that work is too tiring."

Dai Jiahui nodded and said, "Mom, after I graduate from university, you shouldn't work anymore. You can spend your days tending to your flowers, playing mahjong, and enjoying life."

Jin Cuixia smiled and said, "Okay, my happy retirement depends entirely on your efforts. Don't let me down!"

Dai Jiahui nodded vigorously, smiling brightly, "Don't worry, Mom, I definitely will ." "You'll get into a prestigious university and earn lots and lots of money when you grow up."

Jin Cuixia nodded with satisfaction, unconsciously reaching out to gently stroke her son's head, and whispered, "Yes, don't overwork yourself. As long as you grow up safe and sound, Mom will be content."

Dai Jiahui nodded, looking at his mother and saying, "Mom, you seem especially loving today."

Jin Cuixia pouted and laughed, "You little rascal, am I not good to you usually?"

Dai Jiahui chuckled, "No, no, it's just that I'm especially good to you today."

Jin Cuixia smiled and patted her son's head, saying, "Hurry up and eat, take a nap at noon, otherwise you won't have any energy in the afternoon."

Dai Jiahui nodded and quickly lowered his head to eat.

After her son went to school in the afternoon, Jin Cuixia was alone in the quiet house when a chilling fear suddenly gripped her. She paced anxiously, a thought flashing through her mind about calling the police. But if she did, even if they found the suspect, the fact that she had been raped would be impossible to hide. If her husband and son found out, would they understand? Would it affect her son's mood and cause his studies to suffer?

Would it lead to her husband divorcing her, breaking her family apart?

Thinking about the potential consequences, Jin Cuixia's resolve to call the police weakened. Finally, she hardened her heart and decided to treat it as if she had been bitten by a dog or had a nightmare. After all, she wasn't a virgin anymore; what's done is done. After much deliberation, she could only silently accept the fait accompli.

While working the night shift, Jin Cuixia carried a fruit knife in her bag. After work, she put it in her bicycle basket for easy access. She carefully observed her surroundings on the way home, thankfully arriving safely. Once home, her heart relaxed, and she felt her entire back was soaked with sweat.

Seeing her son's room light still on, Jin Cuixia went in with a relaxed heart. She found her son asleep at his desk, a physics book and two exam papers under his arm. Looking at the pile of study materials, Jin Cuixia felt a pang of heartache. The pressure on high school students was immense, and as a mother, she felt saddened. Thinking of her son's daily efforts and hard work, she was filled with tenderness.

"Xiaohui, Xiaohui, go take a shower and go to bed,"

Jin Cuixia called softly.

Dai Jiahui groggily opened his eyes and saw his mother nearby. He yawned, nodded, and said, "Mom, you're back."

Jin Cuixia nodded and said, "Next time you're sleepy, just go straight to bed. You'll catch a cold sleeping like this."

Dai Jiahui responded, "I wanted to wait for you to come back. You seemed to be back very late last night. I was worried you might get into danger."

Jin Cuixia's heart skipped a beat, but she smiled and said, "I'm fine. The public security is pretty good now. Go take a shower."

Jin Cuixia didn't want to talk about last night anymore, and Dai Jiahui didn't notice anything unusual. He nodded and said, "Then I'll go take a shower."

"Okay."

A dozen minutes later, her son, having finished washing up, said goodnight to Jin Cuixia and went to sleep. Only then did Jin Cuixia go into the bathroom, lock the door, and quickly strip naked.

Jin Cuixia started working in a textile factory at the age of nineteen, rarely exposed to sunlight. So, although she was already thirty-nine, her skin remained as fair and smooth as ever, glossy and elastic. Standing under the showerhead, the warm water jets pattered against her body, easing her exhaustion slightly. She couldn't help but let out a comfortable moan, lifting one of her heavy, large breasts and carefully rinsing her rosy nipples—a habit of hers while showering. As she washed, she suddenly recalled the scene from the previous night.

Although she couldn't see his actions in the darkness, Jin Cuixia could imagine everything he had done to her. He had been so unrestrained, sucking her nipples, biting her breasts. The thought sent a chill down her spine; she felt as if bitten by a venomous snake, staggering back two steps against the cold tiles, her heart pounding, her body trembling with fear.

After a long while, Jin Cuixia slumped weakly against the wall and sat on the floor. Water streamed down from the corner of her head. She curled up into a ball, her legs together, knees drawn up to her chest, her head bowed low, her shoulders heaving, as if she were crying silently and repressively. Tears mingled with the hot water, making it impossible to tell how many tears

she had shed. After a hurried shower, Jin Cuixia ran back to the bedroom as if fleeing for her life. She crawled into bed, but on the double bed, she was all alone, lonely and unable to sleep. The sorrow in her heart was unbearable, making her feel suffocated. At this moment, she missed her husband who was far away. Overwhelmed with emotion, she took out her phone and dialed her husband's number.

"Beep beep beep..."

After a dozen or so rings, Jin Cuixia hung up the phone in frustration. She thought for a moment, then sent her husband a text message with just three simple words: "I miss you."

Jin Cuixia waited a long time, but received neither a call nor a text from her husband. When she woke up the next day, she realized she had fallen asleep while the phone was on. Looking at the time, it was already past eight o'clock. She couldn't help but smile bitterly to herself; she had forgotten to make breakfast for her son again. Sigh, what an incompetent mother.

Although she wanted to contact her husband again, Jin Cuixia suddenly felt listless. She tossed her phone aside, got out of bed, made some food, and then started doing housework. It wasn't until almost noon that her husband, Dai Yucun, called. He explained that he had lost his phone in the car the night before and told her he could be home by the evening of the day after tomorrow at the latest.

Jin Cuixia was naturally very happy to hear this, putting aside her previous frustration, and repeatedly reminded her husband to drive carefully.

The couple talked for three to five minutes. After hanging up, Jin Cuixia felt much happier, humming a little tune as she prepared lunch. When her son returned home, he was also very happy to learn that his father was coming back soon, and they enjoyed the meal together.

Over the next two days, Jin Cuixia gradually emerged from the shadow of the rape. She was indeed a strong woman; apart from having nightmares at night, she remained calm and composed in front of her son.

On Friday night, her husband, Dai Yucun, finally rushed home and even went to the textile factory to pick up his wife after work. Having not seen each other for so long, they were both aroused upon seeing each other again. Although they were an old married couple, they could still occasionally feel desire.

As soon as they got in the car, Dai Yucun couldn't wait to touch his wife's breasts. The feeling of their fullness and firmness was incomparable. Jin Cuixia looked at her husband with a flushed face, laughed, and slapped his hand away, saying, "What are you doing? So impatient. We're an old married couple, aren't you afraid people will see and laugh at us?"

Dai Yucun grinned and said, "What's there to be afraid of? I'm touching my own wife, who can say anything? Honey, it's been so long, you're even more beautiful, hehe."

"You're so naughty,"

Jin Cuixia laughed and took her husband's hand, saying, "Let's go home. Your son hasn't seen you in a long time, he's especially happy to know you're back today."

Dai Yucun laughed heartily, pinched his wife's cheek, and then started the car and drove home. On the way, the two talked a lot, mostly about their children's studies and other trivial matters. When they reached the urban village, Dai Yucun suddenly found a quiet place and stopped the car.

"What are you doing?"

Jin Cuixia's face suddenly changed from a bright and sunny day to a dark and gloomy one.

Dai Yucun, oblivious to his wife's change in expression, grinned lewdly and said, "Good wife, it's inconvenient with our son at home. How about we take care of it here first? There's no one around anyway."

Jin Cuixia's face twitched, and she said unhappily, "What nonsense are you talking about? Let's go home."

Dai Yucun was consumed by lust at this moment. The more his wife refused, the more excited he became. He hadn't felt excited in a long time. Sure enough, this feeling of having an affair was more exciting. So he grabbed Jin Cuixia and said lewdly, "What are you afraid of? Let's have some car sex today. Rich people have small car sex, but I'm going to have big car sex in a big truck today, hahaha."

As he spoke, he couldn't wait to kiss his wife's lips.

Faced with this situation, Jin Cuixia's suppressed fear erupted uncontrollably. A surge of strength welled up from the depths of her heart, and she forcefully pushed her husband away, shouting, "No!"

Caught off guard, Dai Yucun was shoved against the car door, feeling a sharp pain in his elbow. He snapped, "What's wrong with you?"

Jin Cuixia, panting heavily, was also bewildered by her husband's outburst.

She stammered, apologizing, "I'm sorry, I... I didn't mean to." She reached out to try and calm him down, but he ruthlessly slapped her hand away.

Dai Yucun started the car without a word and didn't speak to Jin Cuixia until they reached the stairs, leaving her feeling utterly miserable and on the verge of tears.

Dai Jiahui was naturally happy to see his parents return, but he sensed they had a disagreement. After greeting them, he quickly retreated to his bedroom.

After the family finished washing up, Jin Cuixia and Dai Yucun returned to the bedroom. Her husband, still furious, lay on his side with his back to his wife, fast asleep. Jin Cuixia tossed and turned, unable to sleep, her eyes wide with grief. The memory of being raped that night filled her with terror, and she trembled uncontrollably. Finally, she couldn't help but lean towards her husband, but he rudely pushed her away, leaving her heartbroken.

The next morning, her husband left home to drink and have fun with friends, and their son went out to play ball with his classmates, leaving Jin Cuixia alone at home, silently grieving. That evening, her husband, drunk, finally stumbled home and collapsed onto the sofa, falling asleep immediately. This sight only intensified Jin Cuixia's anguish. The rape had inflicted immense psychological trauma, but she couldn't tell anyone. She had hoped her husband would return and soothe her soul with tenderness, but instead, he ignored her simply because she hadn't cooperated. Overwhelmed with sorrow, she couldn't control herself.

After resting at home for two days, Dai Yucun went back to driving. During those two days, the couple barely exchanged twenty words. Her husband's indifference was like a knife, piercing Jin Cuixia's already bleeding wound even deeper.

When Jin Cuixia went to work on Monday, she heard more bad news: due to an acquisition by a Hong Kong company, the textile factory might have to lay off up to 50% of its workforce. Although it was just a rumor, it quickly spread throughout the factory, causing widespread panic.

Although management later issued a statement, the power of the rumor made everyone tense. For several days afterward, the doorsteps of the factory leaders' homes were constantly being visited. Jin Cuixia hesitated about whether to give gifts. Although her husband earned a good income, the family's expenses were high. They had four elderly parents to support and their son's tuition and living expenses to pay, putting them under considerable financial pressure. However, if they could hold on for a few years until the demolition compensation was settled, the situation would be greatly alleviated. But right now, their monthly salary of over 1700 yuan was still very important.

After much deliberation, Jin Cuixia finally decided to go to the factory manager's house to sound him out. (
Chapter 3, February 14th)

Having made her decision, Jin Cuixia didn't wait long; the next day at noon, she brought a basket of fruit to the factory manager's house.

The factory manager of the textile factory was named Niu Dalin, who was in his fifties. He had been the manager of the No. 1 Textile Factory since the 1980s. Later, during the reform of state-owned enterprises, he and several others took over the factory. It was said that they used connections at higher levels to buy a large textile factory for the price of scrap metal. As a result, Niu Dalin joined the ranks of the first to get rich.

Jin Cuixia had already found out the address of Manager Niu's house beforehand. After taking two deep breaths at the door, she gently pressed the doorbell on the security door.

After the doorbell rang twice, a woman's voice came from inside, "Who is it?"

Jin Cuixia quickly replied, "Is this the factory manager's house?"

The woman inside answered, "Yes, who are you?"

Jin Cuixia replied, "Hello, I'm a worker at the textile factory. My surname is Jin. I heard the factory manager isn't feeling well, so I wanted to come and visit."

"Oh,"

the woman responded, and quickly opened the door. "Please come in."

Jin Cuixia smiled reservedly, nodded, and stepped inside. Standing before her was a tall, young woman, probably in her early twenties, dressed in simple home clothes. She had a pretty face, but her complexion looked rather haggard.

"Dad, someone's looking for you,"

the young woman whispered, then placed a pair of slippers on the floor, gesturing for Jin Cuixia to put them on.

Jin Cuixia quickly took off her shoes, and as she bent down, she heard Factory Manager Niu's voice coming from the front.

"Oh, isn't this Little Jin? What a rare guest! Hehe,"

Factory Manager Niu laughed heartily.

Jin Cuixia quickly stood up straight. Seeing Niu Dalin's burly figure, she hurriedly picked up the fruit basket and said, "I heard the factory manager wasn't feeling well, so I came to see you."

Niu Dalin's daughter took the fruit basket and quietly placed it aside without saying a word. Niu Dalin waved his hand and said with a wry smile, "Little Jin, it's good that you have the thought. Why bring anything else? Come, come in and sit down."

Jin Cuixia was a little uncomfortable with the factory manager's familiarity. Although she was a long-time employee, she and the factory manager had hardly interacted. In the past twenty years, they probably hadn't exchanged more than a hundred words. The factory manager's overly familiar manner made her feel somewhat awkward.

Niu Dalin wasn't actually seriously ill; he had just drunk too much at a dinner party a few days ago and had been on IV drips for two days at the hospital. However, the doctor's visit was just an excuse.

The two sat down on the soft, comfortable leather sofa. Niu Dalin's daughter poured Jin Cuixia a glass of water and then went back to her room. Jin Cuixia cautiously chatted with Niu Dalin for a few minutes, quickly steer the conversation towards layoffs.

Niu Dalin smiled mysteriously, took a sip of tea, and looked at Jin Cuixia, saying, "Little Jin, you didn't come here just to visit me, did you?"

Jin Cuixia blushed upon hearing this and said, "Factory Manager, you're joking. You're the pillar of our factory. Who else would we care about if not you?"

Niu Dalin chuckled, "You little Jin, always beating around the bush. I know many of you are talking about the acquisition and layoffs. I won't lie to you, it's true, and it might start in the next week or two."

Jin Cuixia's heart tightened; she almost asked if she was going to be laid off.

Seeing the tension in her expression, Niu Dalin chuckled and said, "Don't be nervous, don't be nervous. With Little Jin's character and talent, even if you leave the factory, you'll definitely have a brighter future. There's always a way out. You can't let yourself be held back."

Upon hearing this, Jin Cuixia's heart skipped a beat. She could only force a smile, unable to hide her disappointment.

Seeing this, Niu Dalin comforted her, "Xiao Jin, don't look so upset. I didn't say you'd definitely be laid off. However, this time the Hong Kong investors require our machines to be upgraded, so we'll definitely have to lay off some people. But for the truly key personnel and those who perform well, we'll definitely consider it."

Jin Cuixia quickly replied, "Factory Manager, don't worry, I'll definitely work hard."

Niu Dalin nodded with satisfaction and chatted with Jin Cuixia for a while. They learned that their children were both at the city's No. 1 High School, but Jin Cuixia's child had just started high school, while Niu Dalin's son was repeating his senior year. Talking about her son, Jin Cuixia became quite enthusiastic, especially when Niu Dalin lamented that his son was always idle and causing trouble. Jin Cuixia felt secretly proud.

After chatting for about half an hour, Jin Cuixia got up to leave. Although she wasn't sure if she could keep her job, at least Niu Dalin's attitude towards her was good, which calmed her anxiety considerably.

Niu Dalin escorted Jin Cuixia to the door, then went to the bathroom. Looking out the window, he soon saw her emerge from the stairwell. Watching her alluring figure from afar, a sinister smile crept onto his lips.

Leaving the bathroom, Niu Dalin went to the bedroom, opened the door, and saw two people inside, a man and a woman. If Jin Cuixia were still there, she would have screamed in shock, for these two were engaging in such a sordid act in broad daylight, and she recognized both of them.

The woman was none other than Niu Dalin's daughter, and the man was the workshop foreman, a middle-aged man named Huang Yong, whose face was covered in pockmarks; the workers privately called him Huang the Pockmarked.

At this very moment, in this very place, Niu Dalin's daughter was kneeling on the ground, her head bowed between the man's legs, moving rhythmically. The man with the large yellow hair pressed his hand against the back of her head, wantonly thrusting into her mouth. Even upon seeing Niu Dalin enter, he showed no sign of restraint, instead smiling at him and saying, "Uncle, I didn't expect that slut Jin Cuixia would also come to pull strings."

Niu Dalin was completely unconcerned about his daughter and nephew's shameful affair, sitting on the edge of the bed with a smile, watching his daughter's vigorous oral sex, and laughed, "This woman is actually more alluring than when she was young. You've managed to hold back for so long without making a move."

Huang Yong shrugged helplessly and said, "Do you think I didn't want to? I just haven't found the opportunity. But this time, hehe, I'm not worried about her not walking right into my trap."

Niu Dalin smiled but didn't speak, turning to the woman... The son said, "Mengmeng, come and lick Daddy's lips."

The woman trembled at the words, but dared not resist. Just as she was about to move away from Huang Yong's crotch, she was suddenly pressed down by the man's large hand. Huang Yong said with a grin, "Uncle, I haven't had enough yet. You wait a bit, haha. Anyway, you can have it every day, why do you have to compete with us younger generation?"

Niu Dalin smiled helplessly and scolded her. He put his foot in front of his daughter's chest and stepped on her soft breasts a few times, saying, "I haven't seen Huifen and Xiaoqian for a while. I miss them. Xiaotian has also been talking about missing his cousin-in-law these past few days. Let's invite them over for dinner tonight. It'll be a good opportunity for the three of us to have some fun."

Huang Yong nodded with a lewd grin. The two lecherous men were immediately filled with lust. They looked down at the woman who was giving him oral sex and laughed triumphantly.

Hearing her father and cousin's lewd laughter, Niu Mengmeng felt a chill run down her spine. A twisted body and endless bloodshed involuntarily flashed through her mind. She trembled with fear, but couldn't stop the black hand reaching for her. Resigned, she closed her eyes and silently sucked on the glans in her mouth.

In a small hotel outside the city's No. 1 Middle School, two young bodies were locked in a naked struggle. A petite girl was spread-eagled, a thick cushion under her buttocks, her slender legs draped over her partner's shoulders. A tall, burly man was thrusting his penis relentlessly into the girl's tender genitals. Each thrust elicited a clear, lewd moan from her, her small, firm breasts swaying gently with her movements.

"Slap slap slap."

The violent pounding grew increasingly rapid. The girl knew her partner was about to ejaculate. Her hands gripped the sheets unconsciously, her pale body flushed. She didn't know if he intended to ejaculate inside her or give her oral sex, but whatever he did, she had no choice but to silently endure it.

"Heh heh heh."

The man finally reached the point of climax. He glanced down at the beautiful girl with dazed eyes, her luscious red lips and weary expression filling him with a sense of satisfaction. He yanked his penis out completely, crawled forward a couple of steps, and pressed his wet, semen-covered penis against her mouth. While stroking it, he involuntarily parted her lips.

The girl understood, quickly opening her mouth, letting the large penis reach deep into her throat. Her eyes were glazed as she looked at the man before her, a hint of disgust flashing in them, but mostly helplessness.

The boy completely disregarded the girl's feelings, quickly masturbating more than ten times until he felt a release in his lower back, a surge of indescribable pleasure coursing through his body.

He thrust his semen into the girl's throat, ejaculating profusely. There was simply too much semen; the girl's throat couldn't hold it all, and excess semen spilled from the corners of her mouth. But she dared not spit it out, only desperately swallowing, knowing that if he got angry, she would be in serious trouble.

The boy was quite pleased with the girl's initiative, smiling as he watched her swallow his semen. Seeing her flustered state, he sighed, "If your mother were here, it wouldn't be such a waste. By the way, I haven't seen your mother at school for several days. How is her recovery going?" Hearing

him mention her mother, the girl replied with a faint sigh, "She's already at work today."

She knew she couldn't hide this from him.

The boy was immediately delighted upon hearing this, pulling the girl into his arms and stroking her developing breasts. He chuckled, "My dear niece, hehe, I'll go see my cousin-in-law tonight."

The girl remained silent. Just then, the boy's phone rang. He picked it up and saw it was his father.

"Old man, what's up?"

the boy said casually.

Niu Dalin's voice came from the other end of the phone, saying, "Kid, come home early tonight. Your cousin's wife is coming over. You and Qianqian come back together."

"Okay, Dad, we're on the same wavelength! Hehe, I was just asking about cousin's wife Qianqian."

Niu Dalin laughed, "You brat, you never study properly, all you do is play around with women."

The boy grinned and said, "Hehe, I have a good dad, that's worth several lifetimes of hard work for others."

Niu Dalin shook his head helplessly on the other end of the phone. He couldn't bear to hit or scold his only son, so he could only give him a few more instructions and hang up. Then, smiling, he climbed onto his daughter's fair and smooth body, thrusting his lower body and pumping hard again.

Huang Yong wasn't idle either. While squeezing and playing with his cousin's breasts, he made her give him oral sex, and at the same time, he didn't forget to call his wife and tell her to come over early after work.

In the English office of the first-year high school at the city's No. 1 High School, Fang Huifen put down the phone with a somber expression. A colleague who was also on duty at the school noticed her pale face and asked with concern, "Sister Huifen, are you feeling unwell again?"

Fang Huifen shook her head and said, "I'm fine. I'm sorry, Xiaolin, I've troubled you to cover my classes these past few days. Thank you for your hard work."

The colleague laughed, "It's nothing. What's our relationship, Sister Huifen? I wouldn't mind covering for a few days, I could cover for a month."

Fang Huifen smiled gratefully and lowered her head to grade the papers, but a lingering sadness remained in her expression. She kept glancing at her phone. After a while, her phone rang with a text message. She quickly picked it up and saw it was from her daughter, containing only a few simple words: "I've arrived at school."

Seeing this message, Fang Huifen felt a little relieved and reluctantly put her phone aside to continue working.

The No. 1 Middle School in the city is one of the key provincial middle schools, with a rigorous academic atmosphere and heavy workload. Many students from remote areas stay at school for lunch in the school cafeteria. Although Dai Jiahui's home is not far from the school, his mother sometimes eats at school when she has something to do. As one of the top students in his class, he also feels immense pressure. A slight mistake could cause others to overtake him. Thinking of the hopes of his entire family, he feels a great responsibility and dares not be careless in the slightest.

Dai Jiahui's consistently top ranking in exams makes him the envy of many, but he also has someone he envies: his deskmate, Mo Feng. Mo Feng is a student who got in through connections and paid his way in. Compared to the diligent and never-slackening Dai Jiahui, Mo Feng's life is something he envies immensely. He spends his days eating, drinking, and having fun, and he is generous and lavish. In less than a month since enrolling, he has gathered a large group of friends and lives a carefree and enjoyable life.

Dai Jiahui always despised such people and disdained associating with them. However, Mo Feng was naturally outgoing, and within a month, he had been persuaded to become friends. Furthermore, Mo Feng had helped him resolve several campus extortion attempts. Before long, Dai Jiahui, who had never had any friends before, had made this casual acquaintance.

Besides this friend, Dai Jiahui's heart was also stirring with romantic feelings. He fell for a girl, a petite, beautiful, and seemingly delicate girl named Huang Qian, who sat in front of him. However, despite his feelings, he lacked the courage to confess his love. Moreover, the girl was somewhat aloof towards those around her. It was only because Mo Feng was shameless that he persistently tried to engage her in conversation, causing Dai Jiahui to blush with excitement every time he heard her voice.

Although Mo Feng's grades weren't good, he wasn't stupid; in fact, one could say he was very intelligent. He just had absolutely no interest or enthusiasm for studying and was very good at reading people. Dai Jia Hui thought he had hidden his feelings well, but it wasn't long before Mo Feng tricked him into revealing his secret. Mo Feng urged him to confess several times, but no matter what he said, Dai Jia Hui stubbornly refused, infuriating Mo Feng who called him an idiot. So what if he was an idiot?

As long as he could quietly watch her, Dai Jia Hui felt content. For example, right now, the classroom wasn't crowded, and Huang Qian was quietly doing her homework. The girl's hair was wet, and she smelled sweet, making Dai Jia Hui's heart itch unbearably. He couldn't concentrate on a single word for a long time. Just as he was lost in thought, someone suddenly patted him on the back, startling him so much he almost fell off his chair.

"Hey, Kangaroo, what are you thinking about, so lost in thought?"

Kangaroo was a nickname Mo Feng gave Dai Jiahui. Although he didn't like it, Mo Feng called him that every day, and everyone around him started calling him that too, forcing him to accept the fait accompli.

"Nothing, nothing."

Dai Jiahui adjusted his glasses and glared at the other guy.

Mo Feng grinned, completely unfazed, shoved his backpack into a drawer, and laughed, "Kangaroo, come on, bro, I'll take you to play basketball. You're always studying, you're going to go crazy."

"No way, I don't know how."

Dai Jiahui replied irritably.

"How will you know if you don't learn? Look at you, so skinny you don't have a pound of meat on you, what girl would like you, right, Huang Qian?"

Mo Feng laughed.

Hearing this, Dai Jiahui blushed crimson with embarrassment, while Huang Qian calmly turned her head, glanced at Mo Feng, and said, "Don't drag me into this, I haven't finished my homework yet."

"Tch, you two study fanatics, you're wasting your youth."

Mo Feng looked at them disdainfully, stretched lazily, and then, seeing the two tall boys enter, grinned and said loudly, "Ah San, Lao Si, let's go take care of those bastards in Class 3. They were so arrogant in PE class yesterday, let's see who's tougher today."

"Alright, I've always disliked that Wang Bin kid, he's just a big, dumb oaf, haha."

The three of them walked out of the classroom laughing and joking. Dai Jiahui finally breathed a sigh of relief, then cautiously glanced at Huang Qian. Seeing that she hadn't reacted to what he had just said, he couldn't tell whether he felt relieved or disappointed. He sighed softly, forced himself to calm down, and buried himself in his book.

Huang Qian, on the other hand, took a while, pretending to throw out the trash, and glanced out the classroom window at the playground. From this angle, she could see the basketball court, and vaguely saw figures moving around on it. An image of a carefree, sunny boy involuntarily floated into her mind, but she immediately dismissed it, lowered her head, and slowly walked back to her seat, silent.

Chapter 4

Finally, school was over. Mo Feng grabbed Dai Jiahui, who was packing his schoolbag, and said with a grin, "Kangaroo, my mom's not home tonight, and I have nowhere to eat. How about we eat at your place?"

Dai Jiahui looked troubled and muttered, "Eat at my house again?"

Mo Feng pushed him away and shouted, "Eating a couple of bites of your food won't bankrupt your family. Really, forget it, I'm not going."

Dai Jiahui knew Mo Feng's tactic of feigning retreat, and nodded helplessly, saying, "Go ahead, go ahead, forget I said anything earlier."

This time, Mo Feng happily put his arm around his shoulder and laughed, "That's a good brother."

Mo Feng's enthusiasm made Dai Jiahui a little uncomfortable, but he also felt a warm sense of friendship. Having lacked friends since childhood, he didn't actually reject Mo Feng's outgoing nature. Having only studied, he had almost forgotten how to interact with people. Mo Feng's banter made him feel the long-lost friendship of classmates.

Huang Qian silently packed her things and left the classroom, heading towards the first-grade English office. Dai Jiahui secretly stared at the girl's slender back, feeling incredibly melancholy.

Mo Feng whispered in her ear with a laugh, "Kangaroo, you'll never win her over like this. How about you ask her to a movie this weekend?"

Dai Jiahui quickly shook his head, forcing a bitter smile, "Don't get me into trouble. I still have a lot of homework to do."

"Damn it,"

Mo Feng said helplessly, giving Dai Jiahui the middle finger with a look of utter contempt.

Dai Jiahui habitually ignored the other's disdain and retorted, "You always act like a Casanova, but I never see you dating."

Mo Feng glanced at Dai Jiahui and laughed, "How do you know I'm not dating?"

Dai Jiahui looked at him suspiciously and asked, "You are? I haven't noticed."

Mo Feng chuckled, "You bookworm, all you do is study. What have you ever seen? Besides, high school girls are too immature. I don't like them."

Dai Jiahui said, "Oh, you have a college girlfriend?"

Mo Feng laughed, "I didn't realize you had such a gossipy soul. You can't judge a book by its cover. You look so honest, hehe. If you dare ask Huang Qian to go to the movies or shopping, I'll tell you." Hearing this, Dai Jiahui shrank back

and took two quick steps forward, saying, "No, no, I won't ask anymore, okay?"

Mo Feng laughed and chased after him, saying, "Sure, haha, Kangaroo, want me to teach you a couple of tricks? I guarantee you'll win her over in no time."

"Get lost, don't pollute my ears."

The two laughed and cursed all the way to Dai Jiahui's house.

In the first-grade English office, Huang Qian sat obediently next to her mother, reading a book. The surrounding teachers all praised her for being well-behaved, sensible, and pretty. She didn't say anything, just smiled shyly and nodded. Everyone knew that this girl was aloof, so they didn't take it to heart.

About ten minutes later, a tall boy knocked on the office door and smiled at Fang Huifen, "Sister-in-law, Xiao Qian, my dad wants us to go back for dinner."

Fang Huifen's pen trembled slightly. She forced a smile, brushed a strand of hair behind her ear, and said, "Xiao Tian, I know. Wait for us at the school gate, we'll be down right away."

"Okay, goodbye teachers."

The boy greeted them with a grin and left.

After the visitor left, Fang Huifen tidied up her desk, said goodbye to her colleague, and went downstairs with her daughter. Just as she reached the second-floor stairwell, she saw Xiao Tian leaning against the corner, smiling at her. His smiling eyes held a naked desire, making her breathing quicken.

After the three of them got into Fang Huifen's car, Xiao Tian immediately placed his hand on her thigh, stroking it back and forth through her trousers, muttering, "Sister-in-law, you've become even more beautiful in the last few days."

Fang Huifen forced a smile and said, "You're interfering with my driving, you know."

"It's okay, I trust your driving skills, hehe."

As he spoke, Xiao Tian's hand darted further, climbing onto the woman's breasts, the heavy touch instantly arousing his erection.

Fang Huifen saw her daughter turn her head to look out the window in the rearview mirror, and a wave of bitterness washed over her. However, she dared not stop the boy's actions. She knew her place; in this family, she was nothing more than a sex slave. Forcing herself to calm down, she started the car and drove into traffic.

Xiao Tian, also afraid of being watched, moved his large hand away from the woman's chest. Looking at his cousin-in-law's flushed cheeks, he became increasingly excited. The thought of this elegant and beautiful woman in public later crawling on the ground like a dog, allowing him to play with her at will, made him feel hot all over. He desperately wanted to strip her naked and ravage

her. Unfortunately, the more he thought about it, the longer it took. The city's traffic jam made the car barely move, and the surrounding traffic and crowds suppressed the boy's restless desire, making him increasingly aroused and unable to control himself.

While Fang Huifen's car was stuck in traffic, Mo Feng and Dai Jiahui had already arrived home. Opening the door, Dai Jiahui called out, "Mo Feng is having dinner at my house today."

Mo Feng also greeted her, saying, "Auntie, I'm sorry to bother you again."

After a moment, footsteps came from the master bedroom. Jin Cuixia was inside and said, "It's Xiao Feng. Don't be shy. Go do your homework, I'll cook."

With that, she quickly bowed her head and left the bedroom, heading into the kitchen.

Mo Feng changed his shoes and whispered to Dai Jiahui, "Kangaroo, your mom seems a bit strange."

Dai Jiahui thought for a moment and said, "It's probably about the factory layoffs. I heard my mom's factory was acquired by someone from Hong Kong, and they're laying off a lot of people. My mom went to the factory manager's house at noon to ask about the situation, and it seems things aren't good."

He shook his head as he spoke, his face full of helplessness.

"Oh,"

Mo Feng nodded and followed Dai Jiahui to his bedroom.

After the two entered the room and heard the door close, Jin Cuixia's pounding heart finally relaxed slightly. Just fifteen minutes earlier, she had received a call from an unknown number—it was a courier company! She had never received a package before, and she signed for a flat package from the courier with great suspicion.

When she got home and opened it, she found a beautifully packaged pink cardboard box. Curious, Jin Cuixia opened it and was immediately stunned. On the velvet backing lay a pair of white women's thongs, the kind you'd find at roadside stalls for ten yuan for three—neither sexy nor comfortable. What stunned Jin Cuixia was that these thongs were the very ones she had lost after being raped that night.

Instinctively, she immediately slammed the box shut, feeling an urge to throw it down the drain. She trembled violently and almost collapsed to the ground. After a few minutes, she nervously reopened the box, desperately hoping she was mistaken and that the box was for someone else. But after a second, a third, countless glances, despair washed over her. These thongs were definitely the ones she had lost that night.

With trembling hands, Jin Cuixia picked up the underwear. Her mind flashed back to everything that had happened that night, from being abducted on the street to being raped in the dark. Each scene was vivid in her mind, and endless shame and humiliation burst forth from the depths of her heart, making her unable to help but cover her face and weep. In her dazed state, she didn't even hear the door open until the two boys called out to her, which startled her awake. She hurriedly and clumsily stuffed the underwear and the box into the drawer of the dresser, afraid of being discovered, and didn't dare to lift her head.

That evening at the dinner table, Mo Feng and Dai Jiahui were miserable. All three dishes were either too salty or too bland, and the rice was undercooked. Jin Cuixia seemed dazed, mechanically eating her food, as if she hadn't even noticed whether it was palatable or not

. Dai Jiahui felt a little embarrassed and whispered, "Mom, the food is a bit strange today." Jin Cuixia snapped out of her daze, forced a smile, and said, "What's wrong? Hey, why aren't you eating?"

Mo Feng glanced helplessly at Dai Jiahui, quickly lowered his head, shoveled down a mouthful of rice, and swallowed it with a pained expression, as if he were taking medicine.

Dai Jiahui smiled wryly, "Mom, don't you think the food today is a bit awful?"

Jin Cuixia then noticed the unusual taste in the food and immediately felt an unbearable urge to chew. She quickly covered her mouth, forced herself to swallow, and said apologetically, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry. Oh, I'll take you out to eat."

Mo Feng shook his head and said, "It's alright, as long as we're full, right, Jiahui?"

Dai Jiahui smiled wryly and said, "Mom, is something at the factory bothering you?"

Jin Cuixia smiled wryly, thinking this was just an excuse. She nodded and said, "I'm fine. Even if I don't work in the factory anymore, I have hands and feet, I can find work anywhere, don't worry."

Dai Jiahui nodded and said, "Mom, after I graduate from university and find a good job, you and Dad can just stay home and enjoy your retirement."

Jin Cuixia smiled with relief and said, "Hehe, then I'll wait for that day, hehe."

Because of the food, the three of them went out and ate at a small restaurant nearby. In the middle of the meal, Mo Feng took the opportunity to go to the toilet and paid the bill, which made Jin Cuixia complain repeatedly, blaming him for being precocious.

While the three men ate merrily, a decadent feast unfolded at Factory Director Niu's house. Three men and three women, all naked, sat around the table. The women sat on the men's laps: the petite and charming Huang Qian sat on the lap of the portly Niu Dalin; the cold and pretty Niu Mengmeng sat on the lap of the pockmarked Huang Yong; and the mature and beautiful Fang Huifen sat on the lap of the burly Niu Tianlu. All three women had flushed cheeks, as if drunk, shamelessly rubbing their bodies against the men beside them.

Niu Tianlu brazenly groped his cousin-in-law Fang Huifen's enormous breasts; her 34E round and full breasts were an irresistible temptation, each touch bringing a different sensation. Fang Huifen had an excellent figure, a classic example of large breasts and wide hips, a slender waist, a perfect hourglass shape, giving her an astonishing charm that captivated everyone.

Niu Dalin and Huang Yong's gazes were frequently drawn to Fang Huifen's alluring figure. However, the women in their arms also possessed a captivating charm. Niu Mengmeng was tall and slender, with two long, straight, and beautiful legs that were particularly eye-catching. Her figure was also exquisitely curvaceous, arousing endless fantasies. Huang Qian, who was not yet an adult, possessed the shyness and sweetness of a young girl. Her delicate body was soft and warm like jade, and her youthful and beautiful aura filled people with sinful desires.

The meal they had just eaten was incredibly erotic. The three women chewed the food themselves and fed it to the men beside them, even sipping the liquor into their mouths. This caused the three women, who couldn't hold their liquor, to feel dizzy. In addition, the slow-acting aphrodisiacs they had taken after returning home were gradually taking effect. At this moment, the three women were burning with lust, abandoning all shame and disgust, and fawning over each other, begging for favors.

Niu Tianlu, being young, couldn't resist any longer. He lewdly kissed Fang Huifen's lips twice, then picked up his dazed cousin-in-law, kneading her large breasts as he laughed, "Cousin, tonight I'll take the lead with your cousin-in-law, you don't mind, right? Haha."

Huang Yong waved his hand dismissively, laughing, "I know you're impatient, you go ahead, your dad and I will be there soon."

Niu Tianlu laughed heartily, carrying his cousin-in-law into the bedroom and throwing her onto the bed. Fang Huifen looked at the man before her with glazed eyes, under the influence of the drug. Driven by his desire, she had no will to resist. Instead, she lay on the large bed, weak and boneless, legs spread wide, hands kneading her proud breasts, moaning seductively, "Xiao Tian, your cousin-in-law is in so much pain, please help your cousin-in-law."

Niu Tianlu smiled smugly, pounced on the woman, pressed her head down, and kissed her lips wildly. The woman also frantically hugged his neck, sticking out her tongue and kissing him frantically. After their lips parted, there was still a glistening thread of saliva connecting their mouths.

The woman before him was consumed by lust and confusion, a far cry from her usual serene elegance. The once noble Teacher Fang was now nothing more than a groveling bitch. The thought filled Niu Tianlu with intense excitement. Over the years, he'd slept with over a dozen women, but his favorite was still his cousin-in-law, especially when she wore a white shirt and black skirt, her ass raised, lying on the podium as he relentlessly fucked her. Every time, it sent him into a frenzy of pleasure.

"Cousin-in-law, let's do it at school in a couple of days. I absolutely love the way you look when I fuck you to orgasm at school,"

Niu Tianlu whispered breathlessly in her ear.

Fang Huifen nodded without hesitation. At this moment, driven by lust, she would agree to anything without question. Besides, it wasn't the first time they'd had sex at school. Since Niu Tianlu entered high school, she'd been fucked to orgasm countless times in classrooms, offices, and on the rooftop of the school building.

"Thank you, cousin-in-law,"

Niu Tianlu said with a smile.

Fang Huifen, panting heavily, said with hazy eyes, "Xiao Tian, your sister-in-law missed you. Hurry up and do me, okay?"

Niu Tianlu smiled and nodded, saying, "Okay."

With that, he climbed down, skillfully aiming at the woman's overflowing vagina, and thrust his hips forward, most of his penis plunging in. The stimulation caused Fang Huifen to involuntarily moan loudly.

"Sister-in-law, is it comfortable?"

Niu Tianlu vigorously kneaded the woman's breasts, rapidly thrusting his hips and laughing.

"Ahhhhh, so comfortable, mmm mmm mmm, Xiao Tian, your sister-in-law feels so good, it's so beautiful, ahhhhh, so deep, so thick, so long, ahhhhh, it's so deep, so comfortable, so good, mmm mmm mmm mmm."

Fang Huifen cried out unrestrainedly.

The moans echoed into the dining room. The two men exchanged a smile and simultaneously asked the women in their arms, "Do you want it?"

Huang Qian and Niu Mengmeng nodded shyly.

Huang Qian called out in a clear voice, "Uncle, please be gentle later, okay? I have school tomorrow."

Niu Dalin nodded affectionately, patted the girl's head, and laughed, "Okay, my little darling, Uncle will make you feel good."

Huang Qian nodded happily, but a hint of helplessness and sorrow flashed in her eyes that no one could detect.

Niu Dalin and Huang Yong each brought their women into the room, where they saw two white bodies locked in a passionate battle on the large bed. The women's increasingly loud moans pushed their lust to a climax, especially Huang Yong. Seeing his beautiful wife being fucked by his cousin until she cried out in lust, he was instantly excited. He pushed Niu Mengmeng onto the bed, pounced on her with a lewd grin, and laughed, "Mengmeng, your brother and my wife, you, as their older sister, will pay off their debt, haha." Niu

Tianlu turned his head in the midst of his busy work and laughed, "Cousin, let's have a competition, how about we see who ejaculates first?"

Huang Yong quickly waved his hand, pressed down on Niu Mengmeng's waist, and with a soft "plop," inserted his penis into her tight vagina. He twisted around happily for a couple of moments and said, "You brat, I'm not going to compete with you."

After saying that, he turned away and ignored him, focusing intently on enjoying the beauty beneath him.

Niu Dalin watched the younger generation enjoying themselves with amusement, patted Huang Qian's little bottom, and laughed, "Qian'er, help your uncle lick it harder."

Huang Qian obediently nodded, knelt on the ground, and skillfully grasped her uncle's thick penis with both hands. Without hesitation, she opened her mouth and took the glans into her mouth. Her nimble little tongue swirled back and forth on the glans and urethral opening, making Niu Dalin close his eyes in pleasure. He sat comfortably on the sofa, enjoying the pleasure brought by oral sex.

Not long after, the situation changed. After ejaculating, Niu Tianlu and Huang Yong exchanged their playthings. Huang Yong, seeing his wife's labia still dripping with his cousin's semen, his recently softened penis instantly hardened again. He lifted his wife's thighs and thrust his penis inside.

Niu Dalin also pressed Huang Qian's petite body onto the bed, standing beside it, holding the girl's thighs, and repeatedly thrusting his thick penis in and out of her tight vagina. Huang Qian moaned repeatedly, her soft groans acting like an aphrodisiac, constantly stimulating the three men's burgeoning lust.

Afterwards, the three exchanged again. Niu Tianlu, captivated by his cousin's mature beauty, again forced himself on Fang Huifen. Niu Dalin and Huang Yong each entered their daughters' bodies. The moans of the three women and the lewd laughter of the three men created a decadent symphony of family incest in the bedroom filled with the scent of spring.

If Dai Jiahui knew this, he would be heartbroken and lose all hope in women. His goddess would now seem like the most slutty bitch in the world. Fortunately, he was unaware that he was busy finishing his homework. Mo Feng was nearby, engrossed in comics. Only after Dai Jiahui finished a subject's assignment would he hastily copy it, a task Dai Jiahui utterly despised.

As the clock struck nine, there was a knock on the bedroom door, and Jin Cuixia entered, dressed neatly for work. It was another night shift. Ever since she had been so blunt with the workshop foreman, Huang Yong, she had been working night shifts every year for the past few years, sometimes long night shifts, sometimes short night shifts, without a break.

"I'm going to work. Xiaohui, remember to go to bed early. Xiaofeng, are you staying tonight?"

Jin Cuixia asked with a smile.

Mo Feng shook his head, stood up, and said, "Then I'm going back too. Anyway, I've copied almost everything I needed to, hehe."

He waved the notebook in his hand.

Hearing Mo Feng's self-righteous reason, Dai Jiahui sighed in disdain once again. Although he hadn't asked about Mo Feng's family background, judging from his clothes and possessions, his family seemed quite well-off. This comparison only strengthened his resolve to work hard and achieve a better life.

Jin Cuixia was also speechless. She wasn't entirely comfortable with her son's friend because he lacked ambition. Although they hadn't known each other for long, less than a month, she knew he only knew how to eat, drink, and have fun—a complete playboy. Fortunately, his character was decent, and her son had mentioned helping him a lot at school, so she didn't say much. Besides, aside from his dislike of studying, he was otherwise quite good, especially eloquent and humorous. After a few meals together, his outgoing personality had made Jin Cuixia somewhat fond of Mo Feng, so she didn't want to say much more. In any case, it seemed his family was well-off, unlike her ordinary family who were always busy.

“Then come with Auntie. It’s dark here at night, and it’s not safe to walk,”

Jin Cuixia interjected. As she spoke, she thought about what had happened that night and felt a little insecure. She thought

it would be good to have someone accompany her for a while. Mo Feng nodded and said to Dai Jiaxiang, “Jiaxiang, I’m off then. Study hard, haha.”

He never called Dai Jiaxiang by his nickname when Jin Cuixia was around.

Hearing Mo Feng’s pretentious tone, Dai Jiaxiang waved his hand repeatedly and said, “Go on, go on, Mom, be careful on the road.”

Mo Feng replied, “Don’t worry, I’ll take Auntie to the factory gate.”

The two chatted and laughed as they went out the door, each riding their bicycles. With Mo Feng leading the way, Jin Cuixia felt much more at ease on this stretch of road. They had originally planned to part ways at the intersection, but Mo Feng insisted on taking Jin Cuixia to the textile factory. Jin Cuixia couldn’t refuse and had to agree.

Bored on the way, Jin Cuixia asked, "Xiaofeng, what will you do when you grow up if you just idle around all day like this?"

Mo Feng smiled and said, "Auntie, I don't want to either, but I really don't have any enthusiasm for studying. We'll talk about the future later."

Jin Cuixia smiled wryly and said, "Then won't your parents be disappointed?"

Mo Feng paused, glanced at Jin Cuixia, and said, "They don't have time to care about me."

Jin Cuixia heard a hint of helplessness and resentment in the boy's voice and realized she had spoken out of turn. She wanted to ask, but felt that their relationship was not suitable for inquiring about other people's family matters, so she didn't speak.

The two silently rode their bikes across an intersection, and Mo Feng suddenly said, "Auntie, if I said I was always first in school until the second year of junior high, would you believe me?"

Jin Cuixia slowed down, looking at the boy's calm yet melancholic expression, and her heart tightened for no reason. She nodded inexplicably and said, "I believe you."

"Thank you."

Mo Feng forced a smile and slowly pedaled his bike. "Two years ago, my parents divorced. It was from that day that I found out I was an illegitimate child. Hehe, the dad I've been calling for over ten years isn't actually my dad. Haha, what a funny joke, haha."

Although Mo Feng was laughing, it sounded more painful than crying. Jin Cuixia turned to look at him and saw that under the streetlights, the boy's face was faintly covered with tear tracks. The once handsome and sunny boy had instantly become sad and heartbroken, which broke her heart. Before she could recover from this feeling, she suddenly heard Mo Feng shout, "Watch out!"

Jin Cuixia was startled and realized that a few meters ahead, a manhole cover was wide open, and her bike was heading straight for the manhole.

Jin Cuixia panicked and quickly slammed on the brakes, but her bicycle was five or six years old. The brakes on the front and rear wheels had been repaired and broken repeatedly, and after several attempts, they were beyond repair. Now, going downhill at a relatively high speed, she had no time to dodge in her panic and was about to plunge headlong into the ditch.

In the blink of an eye, just as she was about to fall, a scream rose in her throat, and she suddenly felt a strong arm pull her into a tight embrace, throwing her forward. After a moment of dizziness, she heard a dull thud as something heavy hit the ground. Aside from the tremor and dizziness, she felt no pain.

Before Jin Cuixia could react, she heard Mo Feng's voice beside her: "Ouch, that hurts so much!"

The dizziness vanished in an instant, and Jin Cuixia realized she was being held in Mo Feng's arms. Clearly, Mo Feng had rushed to her rescue; if it weren't for his quick reflexes, she would have been the one falling to the ground, and probably with a bloody head. Overwhelmed with gratitude, she quickly said, "Thank you, Xiao Feng." Mo Feng

smiled wryly, "I'm fine, Auntie. You're not hurt, are you?"

Jin Cuixia nodded and said, "Yes, I'm not hurt."

Mo Feng said, "That's good. Auntie, can I trouble you with something?"

"What is it? Are you hurt? I'll take you to the hospital,"

Jin Cuixia asked anxiously.

Mo Feng smiled, "No, no, I just bumped my back. It's nothing. I often fall while playing ball; I'm used to it."

"Then what is it?"

Jin Cuixia asked in confusion.

Mo Feng said embarrassedly, "Auntie, if you're alright, could you get off me? It's not good if people see us lying on top of each other like this."

Jin Cuixia came to her senses this time and noticed that she was still lying on top of the boy. She blushed and said, "Little rascal, I could be your mother, what's there to be shy about? You're so precocious."

Although she said that, she quickly stood up and helped Mo Feng up, avoiding the light of the street lamp.

"How are you? Does anything hurt? Are you sure you don't need to go to the hospital?"

Jin Cuixia asked with concern.

Mo Feng rubbed his shoulder and looked at Jin Cuixia with a grin, saying, "Really, no need. It's just a little scrape on the back of my hand and a tear in my clothes. Thank you for your concern, godmother." Jin

Cuixia was stunned when she heard this and asked, "What did you call me?"

"Godmother, didn't you just say you'd be my mother?"

Mo Feng put on a wronged look and said softly.

Seeing the boy's heartbroken and dejected expression, and thinking of his broken family, Jin Cuixia's heart softened. She chuckled, "You silly child, always trying to take advantage of others. You'd better listen to your godmother from now on, study hard, and don't disappoint her."

Mo Feng rubbed his nose, looking dejected, and said, "I'll try my best, hehe, godmother, if I get good grades, what reward will I get?"

Jin Cuixia covered her mouth and laughed, "You naughty child, studying is for your own good, why would you want a reward?"

Mo Feng shook his head vigorously and said, "No, I'm studying hard to make godmother happy."

Jin Cuixia laughed, "You're so naughty. What do you want then? " "A reward."

Mo Feng thought for a moment and said, "I just hope my godmother will treat me well and treat me like her own son."

Jin Cuixia was stunned. She hadn't expected Mo Feng to make such a wish. Seeing the hope in the boy's eyes, her heart softened. She thought he was pitiful. After his parents' divorce, he probably desperately craved the warmth of a family. No wonder he liked to come to her house for meals; he probably wanted to experience the warmth of a family. So she nodded seriously and said, "I promise you, even if you don't do well in school, you will always be my good son."

Mo Feng paused, then suddenly threw himself into Jin Cuixia's arms and called out affectionately, "Mom."

"Oh, son."

Jin Cuixia was also awakened by this call, overflowing with maternal love. She gently stroked Mo Feng's head with affection, her heart filled with emotion.

On the quiet road, beside two overturned bicycles, under the streetlights, the two embraced each other affectionately, like a mother and son reunited after a long separation.

At the entrance of the textile factory, Jin Cuixia watched Mo Feng mischievously ride his bicycle in an S-shape until he disappeared into the distance. She could almost hear his voice calling out, "Mom, I'm leaving, hehe."

All the way there, Mo Feng, whose skin was as thick as a city wall, had long since abandoned the "godmother" part of his name, calling her "Mom" with practiced ease, making Jin Cuixia both annoyed and delighted, and she grew even closer to him.

Turning back into the workshop, Jin Cuixia couldn't help but think of the package she had received that evening. The white underwear felt like an invisible rein, tightly constricting her neck, making it hard for her to breathe. She didn't know what it meant. Was it intimidation? A demonstration? Or extortion? The thought of the large patches of semen on the underwear made Jin Cuixia feel her insides churning, and she felt nauseous. Clearly, the person who had raped her that night had used her underwear to masturbate. Just thinking of that disgusting, ugly scene made her want to rush home and burn the underwear to ashes.

In a daze, Jin Cuixia suddenly heard someone say to her, "Cuixia, are you feeling unwell? You look a little pale."

Jin Cuixia was startled and looked in the direction of the voice. She saw that the person was Liu Haimei, who was in the same group as her. They were coworkers who got along well and were quite warm-hearted. Liu Haimei's greatest hobby was learning about and discussing all kinds of gossip, especially the various scandals in the factory, which she would always talk about with great interest.

Jin Cuixia felt guilty, afraid the other woman would see through her thoughts, so she forced a smile and shook her head, saying, "I'm fine, maybe my period is coming soon."

Liu Haimei nodded and said, "Sigh, we women have it so hard. We work just as hard as men, and we still have to suffer every month. Unlike some women, who can just stretch out their legs and get paid. Sigh, life is so hard."

Jin Cuixia looked at the other woman helplessly. This woman always managed to steer the conversation towards gossip. Sure enough, Liu Haimei excitedly leaned forward and whispered, "Cuixia, hehe, let me tell you, you'll never guess. Yuan Xiaodie from the third group of the second workshop, she's just average-looking, but she likes to dress up extravagantly. Tsk tsk, her son is almost in college, and she's still cheating on her husband. Hehe."

Jin Cuixia smiled and said, "Don't go around telling everyone, or they'll come after you." Liu

Haimei laughed, "What? You're too cautious. It's all over the factory. You know, that woman isn't even that good-looking, how did she manage to find a college student? And supposedly, he's quite handsome, tsk tsk."

Seeing her clicking her tongue as she spoke, looking unsatisfied, Jin Cuixia laughed, "Haimei, if your husband knew you were having an affair, he'd break your legs."

Liu Haimei sneered, "Hmph, he wouldn't. He'd love for me to have an affair so he could divorce me and go find some vixen. Hmph, I won't let him have his way of getting rid of my husband." "Mom, no way."

Then, her tone shifted, her small eyes darting around a few times, and she said, "Cuixia, you'd better keep a close eye on your old Dai. He's away from home for twenty days a month; be careful he doesn't get snatched away by some vixen."

Jin Cuixia chuckled, "You're overthinking it. I think your old Li treats you quite well; he often picks you up from work."

Liu Haimei said anxiously, "How can you be so naive? Men are all philandering cats. Anyone can do superficial things. There are so many young girls these days; who knows when he'll be blinded by someone? Then we old hags will be in deep trouble!" Jin

Cuixia smiled, "Okay, thank you for your advice, Sister Mei. I'll definitely keep a close eye on my old Dai."

Liu Haimei nodded, then suddenly sighed. She sighed and said, "Sigh, but the possibility of your husband Dai cheating is slim. After all, marrying a beauty like you is a blessing he's accumulated over several lifetimes. Sigh, I say, why did you marry him in the first place? With your looks, you could easily have married a big boss."

Jin Cuixia pretended to be angry and said, "Sister Mei, if you keep saying that, I'll get angry! I married a person, not money. What's the use of having a lot of money if he doesn't treat me well? Okay, I'm not talking to you anymore, I have to go to work."

Liu Haimei watched Jin Cuixia's departing figure. Although she was nearly forty, she still had a slender figure like a young girl. Looking at her own plump belly, she couldn't help but sigh heavily in her heart. It's true that comparisons are odious.

Although Jin Cuixia didn't seem to care about Liu Haimei's words on the surface, she thought about her husband's strange behavior when he came home this time. Although it didn't seem like a big problem, she couldn't be sure. Could he really be having an affair? After thinking and thinking, Jin Cuixia still couldn't come up with anything. She shook her head vigorously, trying to shake Liu Haimei's words out of her mind, but these words were deeply rooted in her heart, causing her to have all sorts of thoughts. When she thought about her ruined virginity, she became even more restless. As a result, she made several mistakes throughout the night and almost had all her salary deducted for the month.

Two flowers bloom, each telling its own story. Mo Feng rode his bicycle into a luxurious residential community. This upscale residential community, completed a few years ago, was advertised as a noble garden community, and it certainly lived up to expectations. Its 60% green area was the highest in the province, and prices soared, making the developers a fortune. Everyone living here was either rich or noble. Although housing prices rose overall in the following years, it remained the most prestigious community in the city.

Mo Feng's home was on the top floor of Building 3, a nearly 400-square-meter high-end duplex apartment with incredibly luxurious decorations. However, Mo Feng didn't like it here. It was too deserted. In the huge house, apart from himself and his mother, there was no one else. In his mind, it was not as good as the bungalow where he lived as a child. At least in that cramped little house, he had complete and precious childhood memories.

Since his father's resolute departure, Mo Feng had grown to loathe his family and his once most beloved mother. She had destroyed everything he cherished, so he chose self-destruction, using his own depravity to retaliate against her. He knew this revenge would hurt both himself and others, but without this way of venting, he might not be able to live a single day.

Unlocking the door, Mo Feng returned home. The cold, dark house seemed to freeze his heart. He washed himself in the bathroom, the bruises on his back making him wince in pain. Recalling the events of the evening, an unexpected turn of events had made things unfold remarkably smoothly.

After washing, Mo Feng went straight to sleep, only to be jolted awake by his alarm clock the next day.

"Get up! Have you brushed your teeth and washed your face?"

Mo Feng had just opened his bedroom door when he heard a gentle, friendly female voice from the dining room.

"Mmm,"

Mo Feng hummed in response, kicking off his slippers as he sat at the table. Opposite him sat a beautiful woman in a black suit.

"Where did you go last night? You weren't home when I got back."

The woman's voice was somewhat cold, yet gentle.

"I went to a classmate's house."

Mo Feng took a sip of milk and ate his bread.

This woman was Mo Feng's mother, named Li Man. She didn't look thirty-eight at all, and had a sixteen-year-old son. If someone didn't know her well, they would think she was no more than thirty. That was based on the mature air she exuded. Looking only at her flawlessly beautiful face, without a single wrinkle, she could easily pass for twenty-five or twenty-six.

Li Man hesitated for a moment, then said, "Next time you're late, send me a text message so I don't worry."

Mo Feng remained silent, taking a large bite of his bread.

Faced with her son's indifference, Li Man felt a sharp pain in her heart. For two whole years, the once intimate mother and son had become like strangers. In those two years, apart from asking for money, Mo Feng had never spoken a word to her. Even when she initiated conversation, they would fall silent after a few words. She knew this was her son's revenge, and a very effective one at that. Over the past two years, she felt herself drifting further and further away from her son.

After a long silence, Li Man said, "If you're free during the National Day holiday, how about we go on a trip?"

"No, I have something to do,"

Mo Feng coldly refused.

Li Man nodded silently and said, "I know. I might have a meeting at noon. You can eat at school, or eat out. Don't eat at roadside stalls, they're not hygienic."

Seeing that her son was still indifferent, Li Man sighed and said, "I put some money in your bedside table. If it's not enough, just ask me for more. I'm going to work now. Be careful on your bike. If you can, send me a text message when you get to school."

Li Man didn't hear any response from her son until she left. As soon as she stepped out the door, she couldn't hold back her sadness. She squatted down, buried her head in her knees, and sobbed softly a few times. It took her a while to calm down her turbulent emotions before she got up and hid in the fire escape. She took out her makeup supplies from her handbag, and when she came out, she was once again a beautiful and aloof office lady, but the trace of helplessness and sadness in her eyes was heartbreaking to see.

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