The Swordsman is Ruthless

People called him the ruthless swordsman, Young Master Yin. His sword, like him, was cold, yet deadly.
But who knew that ten years ago, his life was full of passion? Ten years ago, Yin Dachuan was a dashing young man, brimming with youthful vigor. The two most beautiful girls in the area, Aunt Feng and Second Aunt Feng, both fell for him. He remembered that wonderful wedding night, when Second Aunt Feng sat on the bed, so shy and charming, offering him her most precious body. He cherished her so much, gently loving her, taking her to a blissful paradise. He whispered in his enchanting wife's ear, amidst the ecstasy of her orgasm, that he would take care of her for life. But she seemed not to hear. In the days that followed, she urged him to practice his swordsmanship diligently and do something spectacular in the martial world, yearning for her husband's fame to spread. A year later, one day, she seemed to feel that the day of her husband's success was too far away, and she boarded the carriage of the young master of the Imperial Sword Manor and left him. He became pale and sorrowful. It was during that time that he met the two most precious friends in his life: wine and sword.
Ten years later, he was a renowned swordsman in the martial world. He had done many magnificent things. Sometimes he dreamed that Feng Erniang returned to his side, crying and saying that she regretted leaving him and asked him to forgive her. He did not forgive her, saying that he had long forgotten her. But Gongzi Yin could not deceive himself. In the past ten years, he had never forgotten her, whether because of hatred or lingering love. But this never happened, because the reputation of Yujian Manor far surpassed his in the martial world. The young master of the manor back then was now the master. When Yujian Liancheng was mentioned, all martial artists held it in the highest esteem.
Yin Dachuan was no longer the Yin Dachuan of the past, but Feng Erniang was still the same Feng Erniang. Only the passage of time had washed away her former shyness and given her a fuller figure and a captivating charm. She was once the most popular courtesan in a brothel, but later, tired of that life, she opened her own restaurant. Her business was always booming because she knew how to keep customers coming back.
Yin Dachuan didn't want to go to Aunt Feng's restaurant, but for miles around, her wine was always the best. Even Tie Shisan, the head of the largest escort agency in the capital, wanted to come back a second time after visiting. He brought her the best wine from the capital, and her reward was naturally her body. As
soon as Yin Dachuan stepped into the restaurant, Aunt Feng appeared before him like a gentle breeze. She took his hand and led him to the best room upstairs, ordering the waiter to bring the finest food and wine. Aunt Feng still harbored feelings for Yin Dachuan. She leaned her voluptuous body against him, saying, "Why haven't you come in so long? I've missed you so much."
While drinking, she ignored the woman on top of her, as if she didn't exist.
"He's just as heartless as everyone says!" Aunt Feng said bitterly. "You haven't forgotten about that bitch, have you?"
Mentioning that incident sent a jolt through Yin Dachuan. He gripped his wine cup tightly and downed it in one gulp. Aunt Feng refilled his cup and, holding his hand, tried to bring it to his lips. She'd used this trick on countless men, but Yin Dachuan was an exception. Before her hand even reached his lips, he gripped it tightly and twisted it backward.
"Ah!" she cried out in pain, collapsing to the ground. Aunt Feng was about to get up and complain when she suddenly felt a chill in her chest, her body going numb. Yin Dachuan had acupunctured her pressure points.
"Release her! I won't bother you anymore. I have plenty of business to do. If you won't accept my service, I'll go serve someone else. Release her!" she shouted.
"One more word and I'll silence you too," Yin Dachuan said coldly. This woman was always so troublesome.
Aunt Feng didn't speak again, watching the man calmly drink his wine. Fortunately, he drank quickly, and soon he stood up. "Hey! You haven't released my pressure points yet!" Aunt Feng said anxiously, seeing that he had forgotten about her immobilized state behind him.
"I'll release them in a while," Yin Dachuan said as he walked away without turning his head.
Just as she was cursing this perverted man in her heart, she suddenly heard a knock on the door. "Who is it?" she asked.
"It's me, ma'am,"
came the voice from outside. It was Liu An, the waiter. "What is it?" she asked.
"Young Master Yin asked me to bring up some wine," Liu An said.
Aunt Feng cursed inwardly, "Bah! He's already gone, why bring wine? Go down and greet the guests, I'll be down in a bit."
But the door opened, and there was Liu An. With a mysterious smile, he gently closed the door, walked to her side, and said, "Young Master Yin said that the proprietress might be having some trouble, so he asked me to come up and take a good look." A chill ran down her spine, and she cursed Yin Dachuan to death, but smiled and said, "What trouble do I have? I'm just resting here for a bit. There are so many customers downstairs, why don't you go and serve them? Don't you want to quit?"
Liu An didn't answer, but his hands gently caressed Feng Da Niang's body. Feng Da Niang felt a tremor run through her body as the man's hands gripped her breasts and began to knead them forcefully. "Auntie, do you know why I came here to be a waiter?" Liu An said lewdly as he kneaded her breasts, "Isn't it all for you, Auntie? Now that I have such a good opportunity to taste your flavor, I'd be willing to die for it." With that, he kissed and bit her breasts hard, while eagerly starting to undress her.

Although she really wanted to kill this guy with a single blow, under his teasing, her wanton body began to have thoughts of giving up. Soon her clothes were scattered to one side, and her nipples, which Liu An was sucking and biting like a hungry ghost, had become hard. Liquid involuntarily overflowed from her honeyed orifice.
"Ah," Liu An exclaimed, savoring the exquisite body with ecstatic abandon, "What a captivating beauty!" He stood up, quickly unbuttoning his clothes to reveal his already erect penis.
"Come on, kiss me! My little hole is so itchy from you, use your big iron spear!" Aunt Feng moaned lasciviously.
Liu An, aroused beyond measure, felt his lower body throbbing uncomfortably. He parted her legs, raised his penis, and thrust it into her vagina. It felt as if he had entered a bottomless abyss; though it was fully inserted, it felt like entering an empty void.
It turned out that Aunt Feng had mastered a unique skill of seduction, not only able to use her allure to make men unable to resist, but also able to make her vagina contract at the most crucial moment. Seeing Liu An thrusting forcefully into her, sweat beading on her face, Aunt Feng, though controlling her inner energy to remain silent, wore a mocking smile.
Liu An felt like he was engaging in meaningless exercise; his swollen member brought him no sense of fulfillment. Seeing the woman's utterly insulting smile, a surge of anger rose within him. He continued thrusting, slapping Aunt Feng's buttocks hard. Unexpectedly, this slap seemed to trigger a mechanism in her vagina, instantly gripping his eager penis tightly.
It turned out that Aunt Feng was controlling her vaginal muscles with her internal energy; Liu An's sudden, hard slap dispersed the energy, causing the previously contracted vaginal walls to relax and clamp down on his penis. Aunt Feng's beautiful eyes rolled back, and she gasped for breath, the sudden pressure making her tremble. Liu An began to thrust excitedly and forcefully. Although he was making her feel weak and pleasurable, Aunt Feng still tried to use her internal energy to save herself.
The sudden emptiness of his penis jolted Liu An from his pleasure. Angrily, he raised his hand and slapped Aunt Feng's buttocks even harder. With a scream of pain, her overflowing, wet vagina gripped his penis tightly once again.
Perhaps it was time to apply pressure, or perhaps Liu An had triggered her acupoints; Aunt Feng raised her hand high, her acupoints released. Just as Liu An was passionately thrusting, a cold dagger suddenly pierced his chest. His eyes snapped open, an expression of extreme pain and disbelief on his face. Aunt Feng kicked the man off her in disgust, her body feeling empty from the sudden cessation of the assault, her lingering vaginal fluids still overflowing from her opening. Her fingers slipped into her
itchy honeypot, imagining Yin Dachuan's appearance, and Aunt Feng let out a captivating moan. The moan grew stronger, then deeper, and her fingers thrust in and out quickly and forcefully a few more times. Aunt Feng's body trembled with excitement, and a torrent of vaginal fluid flowed from the depths of her opening.
The third knock sounded, and silence enveloped the surroundings. Outside Yin Dachuan's house, a figure swept past, gently pushing open the door almost silently. The dark figure slipped through the crack in the door, his sword piercing the bedsheets like lightning. If Yin Dachuan were sleeping inside, his life would end tonight. In the dead of night, where else could he be but in bed?
Yin Dachuan wasn't in bed; he was sitting on the roof drinking. Just as the shadowy figure plunged the sword into the blanket, he finished his drink. "Hey, what do you want?" he asked.
The shadowy figure leaped out of the door and onto the roof. He looked at Yin Dachuan, somewhat surprised.
Yin Dachuan also held a sword, the sword of the Ruthless Swordsman. "Excuse me…" Before he could finish speaking, the other's sword was already drawn. His sword was fast and accurate. But this time, he had encountered someone even faster and more accurate. A gurgling sound came from his throat, and his eyes widened.
Those who died by Yin Dachuan's sword could not believe such a fast sword existed until the blade slit their throats. Even as they felt a thin line slice through their throats, followed by a long, icy chill, they still couldn't believe their eyes. Though they stared intently at the sword in his hand, they never saw him strike.
Yin Dachuan's sword was fast enough because he knew that only by being faster than others, much faster, could one survive the conflicts of the martial world. He owed his incredible speed to Feng Erniang's abandonment of him for Yu Liancheng. Those painful and desperate days taught him the unwavering focus required for a single-minded strike—a difficult feat. Fortunately, years of solitude had taught him about loneliness; when he needed to draw his sword, the world consisted only of himself.
Yin Dachuan wiped the blood from his sword onto the corpse. He removed the token from the body's waist, seeing the words "Imperial Sword Manor" inscribed on it. He suddenly felt a strong urge to drink, but his wine was already gone.

The hotels were all closed, only Aunt Feng's restaurant was still brightly lit. Even before he reached the door, Aunt Feng's laughter drifted over from afar. He went in, found a corner to sit down, and ordered a pot of wine from the waiter.
Actually, Aunt Feng had seen him the moment he entered, but still somewhat resentful about what happened during the day, she pretended not to see him. As if she had surveyed the area before noticing Yin Dachuan, she smiled and sat down beside him.
"Oh, where's the waiter?" Drinking his wine, Yin Dachuan suddenly felt happy.
Aunt Feng glanced at him, her voice hardening, "That fool dared to try anything with me. I've already granted his wish and sent him to meet the King of Hell." She snatched the wine cup from Yin Dachuan's hand, downed it in one gulp, and said, "Speaking of which, it seems like it was your idea?"
Yin Dachuan smiled and filled his own cup, saying, "I was afraid some villain might take advantage of your predicament, so I asked him to look after you. I didn't expect him to be so audacious." The cup he'd just filled was snatched away again. Aunt Feng tilted her head back and drank it down, looking at him with hazy, drunken eyes, "So you really care about me. I should thank you, shouldn't I?"
Yin Dachuan simply picked up the wine jug and poured himself a drink. He suddenly found this woman so interesting. He filled her cup and they drank together.
Aunt Feng gradually became drunk. She leaned against Yin Dachuan and whispered, "I'm drunk. Help me upstairs."
He didn't refuse, picked her up, and carried her to her room upstairs. He had barely put Aunt Feng down when she embraced him, her red lips pressing against his, murmuring his name as she kissed him. Her body rubbed against his, a strong desire spreading between their bodies. He held her close, his tongue entwined with hers. Aunt Feng trembled slightly, surprised by his return kiss; her eyes welled with tears.
When Aunt Feng was placed on the bed, her alluring shyness gave Yin Dachuan a fleeting sense of déjà vu. He pulled aside her already undone bra, revealing her full, elastic breasts. Aunt Feng exuded an aura she hadn't possessed in ten years, like a flower blooming in a different sense, a unique and captivating charm. As soon as Yin Dachuan's member entered Aunt Feng's honeyed depths, it was enveloped and sucked by countless buds, each step so difficult. Aunt Feng's moans were long and drawn out; she felt completely unable to control her lower body, otherwise she wouldn't have so vehemently resisted his entry.
The hard penis penetrated deeper and deeper, making Aunt Feng's heart race. Her full breasts heaved with each breath, and she felt her body about to be released. Yin Dachuan's body began to move.
They moved in sync, their bodies moving quietly, only soft moans and the sounds of their bodies colliding remaining. But they were experiencing increasingly irresistible pleasure. Aunt Feng's lower abdomen caved in deeply, and she let out a barely audible moan. Although she appeared calm on the surface, her inner self was already reacting strongly.
Yin Dachuan also released the pleasure he had ignored for years. The hot liquid spurting from his penis repeatedly stirred Aunt Feng's clitoris, pushing her to the peak of orgasm.
Dawn broke, and Aunt Feng was awakened by the urge to urinate. Her excitement had not completely subsided, but the man she had shared a bed with the night before was nowhere to be seen. She went to the toilet and went downstairs to ask the waiter if he had seen Yin Dachuan leave. The waiter yawned and shook his head.
He hadn't seen it, of course, because Yin Dachuan had left through the window. He'd gotten used to being alone all these years, and he'd found a quiet place to drink. Last night's events inevitably surfaced in his mind; he clearly remembered Aunt Feng sleeping soundly, looking beautiful. She was holding him, her face full of smiles, and those smiles were beautiful too.
He wanted to just look around a little longer, but the images of the corpse, the token, and "Imperial Sword Manor" made him restless. He released her hand, thinking of leaving.

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